Hey! I'm Oscar, he/it, ftm, over 18. Welcome to my neglected den of nsfw drivel.
I will be posting written shit whenever I feel like it and can be fucked. Always t4t, varying degrees of kinky. Dead dove, maybe. Use my asks for whatever, if you want! Please don't try to talk to me if you're a minor.
Passing the blunt to some sweet, nervous transfem. It's her first time smoking, "C'mon! One more hit. Look, I've taken another, you'll be fine. I promise that my tolerance is shit." β I'm lying. What will get me comfortably high should get her out of her mind.
I keep encouraging her to smoke, "Good girl, don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe. You're gonna have such a good time," stroking her hair and praising her for every hit. Telling her that she seems sooo experienced, barely even coughing like this. She'll be fine.
Her head gets fuzzier and fuzzier, her mind untethering from her body and her thoughts becoming floaty, hazy. Her skin tingles where it isn't numb and she feels a heat stirring in her abdomen when I touch her shoulder.
I take her inside, and she unthinkingly follows me to the sofa, remembering only that I promised to keep her safe. Bringing snacks and water over, I put on the album that she said she likes, before sitting down to rub her arms and legs comfortingly. Every stroke sends warmth shooting through her limbs.
After some time, I start to undress her, "Just work with me here. I can tell you're way too warm, the heating's a bit fucked in here. It's either hot or freezing. There we go, darling, you're doing so well."
She whines a little, looking at me with wide, questioning eyes, but I just reassure her that she can trust me. Her brain is too mushy, too fleeting, to do anything but accept my words. She lets me undress her, her dick leaking and twitching in her underwear as her soft tits and tummy are exposed to the air.
I finish undressing her, kissing her forehead and soothing her, when her body wavers a little and she blinks hard. I put a steadying arm around her torso, fingers barely brushing the underside of her tit. "Hey, hey, getting lightheaded? Don't worry, nothing's wrong. Here," I put some food and some water up to her face, for her to tentatively take in her mouth.
I ready a few pillows and a blanket once she's swallowed the water, then push her down against the sofa gently. She's too weak to resist, barely even able to tell what's going on. I rub her belly, telling her how pretty she is and that she'll feel better now that she's lying down. "Just focus on the music, sweetheart. Focus on the nice sensations in your body, on the comfortable blanket. You're handling this so well."
She closes her eyes, wriggling into the pillows behind her to get comfortable. I keep stroking her abdomen, letting my gaze wander over her soft, vulnerable body beneath me. Leering. My fingers trace a little farther with each stroke, getting bolder, dancing around her tits and sweeping over the folds where her legs meet her tummy. Her blood vessels pulse intensely beneath her warm skin.
As she begins to snore softly, I lean over her, slowly closing my hands around her arms to pin her to the sofa. I press my body against hers, bringing the rough denim of my clothed knee to her small bulge. At the subtle contact, her eyes drift open, heavy. She blinks slowly at me, fixated on my face as I shift my weight, pushing harder against her underwear. A small gasp escapes her and she struggles in my grasp, only serving to drive her hips along my leg.
She squeezes her eyes shut, writhing in place in an attempt to both break free and also increase the friction between her dick and my jeans. I feel her weak muscles loosen when the heightened sensation of the pleasure begins to take over her mind. Bringing my face to hers, I let my hot breath skitter over her lips before kissing her, softly. She hesitates, whining as I grip her jaw in one hand and deepen the kiss, intruding upon her mouth.
I take a puffy nipple in my fingers, brushing around and over it with gentle swipes. She lets out a moan against my mouth, her lips relaxing against mine. Her hips hump into my throbbing tdick mindlessly, desperately.
"There go, good girl." We're both panting by now. I move my mouth around her other nipple, sucking and licking and biting the supple flesh. My hand releases her arm to grope at her waist. She's whimpering, useless arms left slack at her sides, hips pathetically bucking in an attempt to seek traction. I tease her a little by squeezing and rubbing her sensitive inner thighs, bringing my tongue to her earlobe as she yelps and squirms.
Finally giving her the satisfaction, I palm her bulge and rub her head through the dripping wet patch in her underwear. She breathes in broken whines and I roam over her body, biting and kissing her skin. Eventually, I pull my jeans off before moving both of my hands to her tits. I continue kissing her face and neck, grinding my dick against hers. We moan and breathe and frot together, submerged in the feeling of our bodies moving against each other.
We continue well into the night. My stamina flagging, I lazily thrust against her, my full body weight laying on hers. She slowly begins to drift off again, sweet noises escaping her throat even as she falls into sleep. We rest together, exhausted in the thick haze of pleasure. She's made an absolute mess of herself. She'll be back for more.
Thinking about having a cute guy in his shirt and underwear sleeping peacefully next to me. How I could lie awake, watching his breaths as I get more and more aroused, unable to sleep. How I could eventually give in to the urge to reach over to his slightly parted legs, moving agonisingly slowly so as not to rouse him.
How I could ever so gently brush my fingers over his tdick, softly thumbing it and stroking it as he begins to get harder under my hand. Maybe he'd stir slightly in his sleep, whimpering quietly in his throat as he is unknowingly pleasured. I could increase the pressure just a little, feeling his needy dick starting to strain at his boxers, throbbing. He could let out a soft moan, his body acting for him as his hips subtly push into my fingers.
I could keep teasing him, cautious, only my hand moving so as not to disturb his rest. Then I'd just thumb his sensitive dick as my other fingers traced down over his boxers, feeling how much he'd soaked them. He could whine as I pressed my fingers against his hole, breathing heavily and weakly grinding on them.
I'd finally pull his boxers to the side carefully, still stroking his tdick as I slipped a finger into his leaky, wet cunt. He'd moan louder, groggily stirring from his sleep, confused and disoriented but too hazy from the pleasure to do anything except lie there and whimper, gazing at my shadow through blurry eyes. I'd fuck into him harder, no longer worried about waking him as I curled my finger up into him and circled his dick's silky head.
He'd be a useless mess under me, still barely awake, in a haze as he squirmed and panted desperately. Maybe I could keep fingering him until he came all over his boxers. Maybe I could slide them off and suck his twitching, red tdick. Maybe I could pull my hand away cruelly and shove my hips in his face, for him to attempt to sleepily tongue my own tdick. He'd be so overwhelmed and weak and dazed, it'd be so easy to use his mouth however I pleased.
Obsessed with the way my hard tdick feels under my fingers. Feeling how it strains against my finger and the fabric of my boxers when I stroke it through them. How the thick, soft head pokes out of its hood, so sensitive as it rolls under my hand. How the hood glides over the shaft.
I love dipping my fingers into my wet cunt and stroking the smooth underside of the head. Lubing up my dick just to grind it between two fingers, bucking my hips as my T-fuelled arousal forms a positive feedback loop.
Everyone deserves to feel the clench of a guy's cunt around their fingers and the throbbing of a tdick fucking their face, I think. If they'd like that.
