Rick Flag, The Male Reader, and Captain Boomerang are alone on a side mission and Rick and Captain Boomerang keep arguing and at one point Boomer questions his leadership skills and they start arguing more and then at one point Boomer says "I bet you can't even ride a dick properly" and Rick argues back about how he rides dick great so now they're arguing back and forth about who rides dick better but this conversation makes the male reader hard and they notice so Rick says "I'll prove how good of a dick rider I am" and he asks the male reader if he can use him to prove it and the male reader nods his head yes so Rick pulls his pants down freeing his hard cock and he pushes him into a chair and pulls his pants down as well as he starts riding him hard after awhile Boomer says "that's not how you ride dick, this is how you ride dick" and he pushes Rick away and pulls his pants down as he starts riding the Male Reader hard for awhile then after awhile they switch again back to Rick then again they switch back to Boomer until they both start arguing again standing in front of the male reader who's still hard sitting in his chair and he stops them and tells them they're both amazing at dick riding and fighting and asks to cum so they both drop to their knees and for the first time they work together sucking his cock at the same time until the Male Reader cums all over their faces.... No Feminization and can you make this long (like the length of your past birthday fics please) 🙏 I hope this is ok....
Include pictures of the characters plz
Happy birthday (late) dear Anon
I can ride a dick too, look!
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Dom bottom male characters. Dom bottom Rick Flag. Dom bottom Captain Boomerang. Sub Top Male reader. Both characters and reader have a cock. Riding. Blow job.
Dom bottom! Rick Flag x Sub Top! Male Reader x Dom Bottom! Captain Boomerang
You never thought you'd find yourself stuck with two middle aged men arguing over childish matters such as fucking leadership in the middle of an important damned mission.
It all started as one major group, a whole team walking around the abandonned city, hunting them. And yet, in the most important situations that requires absolute focus and seriousness, these two always find a way to discuss and argue about the most ridiculous and petty stuff to ever imagine.
What was even the first thing they started to argue about?
Leadership. Rick and George started first arguing about who should be the leader of the group. George used his "villain name" as an argument, having captain in Captain Boomerang. Rick, well, he's literally the commander of the modern Task Force X, now recognized as the "Suicide Squad". The name fit well, in your opinion, the whole group was a bunch of lunatics thrown in whatever apocalyptic fever this was, without a granted chance of survival. But that's not what matters right now. Anyways, these two were fighting over leadership, thankfully, the unlogical discussion came to an end when Harley, surprisingly, shouted at them to shut the actual fuck up.
The second pathetic argument was about the way the whole team should pick. Left, or right? Rick said left, George, just to go against Rick, said right. After fifteen minutes of arguing, the whole team just decided to go left, already tired of wasting time, listening to these two talk and putting everyone at risk.
Turns out, that both paths met each other at the other side of the fucking block. Everyone took a deep breath as they heard Rick and George arguing about how stupid the other was.
And now, to present times, the whole team got divided after an attack where you were all outnumbered. Unfortunately for you, you were stuck with these two knuckleheads. Even in a, now more urgent, situation, they won't stop arguing with each other.
"Can you guys please stop and focus on the mission? We just lost everyone else!" you asked, so close to fully snapping on them.
"You should follow me! I'm the leader! I was put in charge for this whole mission!" exlaimed the commander, Rick Flag, for the third time in a row.
"Well look where you put us! Mr Leader!" George was in the same state as Rick, shouting back, arms wide open in a gesture of "look where you've put us!".
"This is literally your fault!" Rick pointed at the Captain with a judging finger, now bringing himself a little too close to George.
"How is it my fault?! Aren't you supposed to be the so called leader?!"
You just wanted an ending to this whole unnecessary shit show. You were hungry, sleep deprived, with a major headache and bruises all over your body. Hearing their voices have even become unbearable to your ears.
“Please,” you groaned, exhausted, but of course, your plea got ignored by the two men.
“I can even bet on my mother’s grave that you don’t even know how to ride properly a dick!” added Boomer to the heated discussion. You just frowned, confused, what does riding a dick have to do with being a good leader? And isn’t Rick straight?
Rick crossed his arms over his puffed-out chest, looking more confident on what he was about to say. “For your information, let me tell you that I know how to ride a man’s dick. I, in fact, am excellent at riding dick.” Your eyes widened at his reply, there’s no way this was actually happening.
Never in your many years of service did you ever expect to hear those words coming out of your commander’s mouth. But now that the information came out from the source itself, you were kind of glad there was now a confirmation to a hopeful dream of yours; your commander has a thing for men. He might be gay, or bisexual, but either way, it means you might have a chance with your commander. It might sound weird, but who could possibly judge you?
“Pfff,” you hear Boomer laughing, rolling his eyes at the commander. “You can’t even get it past the head inside you. You start whining like a little bitch.”
“Guys…” you call again, turning to look at them over your shoulder. This time, they both turn to look at you for a moment. “Can we stop talking about dicks and just, maybe, try to find the others?”
They looked at each other before Rick returned to you with a low smirk. “You’re right, we should focus on the mission. After all, we all know I’m the best dick rider compared to captain Boomerang.” Gosh. George just grimaced at the response before grabbing Rick’s shoulder and force him to return his attention on him.
“You are not even a little bit close to be as good, even less better, than me, mate. I’m the best dick rider, I know how to make a man cum, like a real man.” At this point it was obvious that stopping them from discussing about dicks and riding them. These two were so deep in their rivalry, you could only roll your eyes in annoyance and deal with the fact they’ll never shut up.
However, the image of them riding a man’s cock has invaded your mind and insisted on staying there. Your cheeks turned pink from embarrassment, you’re supposed to stay composed, but now the thoughts of hearing them moan, feeling them around your cock, having them bounce on you… it just made your cock stir awake inside your pants.
Of course, and unfortunately for you, your commander notices your aroused situation. An idea pops up in his head as he sees the noticeable bulge in your tight pants, he returns his attention to Captain Boomerang, who also noticed your embarrassing erection, and smirks at him. “I’ll prove you that I’m the best dick rider between you and I.” Rick then approaches you, confident on the actions he’s soon about to take. “Y/n, can I use you and your dick to prove my point to this… wannabe?”
The question just makes you blush even more, but now that we’re talking about services, maybe receiving a good fuck could compensate the headache and problems they brought to you and your team.
You swallow thickly. “Sure, commander.” They didn’t seem surprised with your answer, and there was no reason to be with your current situation between your legs.
Rick didn’t need to add anything else to the conversation, he just went straight to undoing his pants. The moment his zipper went down, his hard cock came out, jumping free from the tight confines. Your eyes widened, he was hung, red tip leaking some pre-cum, shaft throbbing with excitement. Your commander pushed you to a nearby dusty chair and sat you there, he unzipped your pants and lowered your boxers, setting your hard erection free. “Not bad.” You blushed at the compliment, but your eyes stayed locked on Rick’s hands moving to your cock. One pulled your pants a little lower to set your balls free while the other wrapped around your shaft. He slowly pumped you up and down while also rolling your heavy sack on the palm of his hand.
“Are you going to start yes or not?” interrupted George, growing impatient, eager to show the commander how well of a dick rider he is. “If you’re not going to start, let me take him first.”
“You need to prepare first, you airhead,” grunted Rick before spitting on the palm of one of his hands and wrapping it back around your cock.
It felt good, it felt really good. The warmth around your shaft, the slick of Rick’s saliva on your cock. You just relaxed under the touch; it couldn’t harm anyone to just enjoy this little moment. You had to admit it though; you were eager to feel his ass around your dick. Is he tight? You couldn’t help but think about it.
“Good, that will do for now,” said Rick to himself. He releases your cock and you immediately miss his hand on you. Rick moves his hands to his ass, one to pull his cheek open while the other goes to stretch his own hole. You wish he would turn around and let you see his nice anus being stretched open by his two fingers, but hearing his grunts will have to do for now.
Rick made sure he’d be open enough for your cock, it wasn’t the largest he has seen before, but it had an exquisite amount of girth. He’d have the chance to prove Captain Boomerang how wrong he is about his special abilities, but he’ll also have a chance to take that lovely cock deep inside his ass.
Once stretched, Rick moved to get on top of your lap, legs on each side of you. One of his hands went to grab your shoulder for support while the other took your cock to guide to his eager hole. Captain Boomerang just stared at you two, arms crossed over his chest, unfaced by the situation. “How long will it take you for one simple cock in your arse?”
“Shut up, will you?” Groaned Rick as he teased his hole with your tip. You bit your lower lip, not wanting to do an embarrassing sound so fast.
“Nah, don’t want to.”
Rick rolled his eyes. He started moving his body lower on you, the tip of your cock pushed against the tight ring of muscles. The commander let out a deep breath, relaxing his body, before slowly taking the head inside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he was tight, warm, you could feel it clench from time to time as Rick kept taking you inside him.
“Hold on tight, Y/n, I’m taking it all in now, okay?” he warns.
“Uh-huh…” you didn’t trust yourself to say a single word, you just nodded with your head.
The commander just chuckled, before dropping his hips on you.
“Ah fu-hmmm!” You had a wave of feelings that went through your body all the way up till it landed in your mind.
Rick grunted, finally fully relaxing on your cock. He could feel you throbbing inside him, his walls closing around you perfectly, as if his insides were shaped for a cock just like yours. “Hmm…” He grinds his hips, testing the waters with you. You sigh, hands trembling as you go to grab your commander’s hips. Rick notices your intentions and grabs your hands before moving them to his ass. “You’ll like it better here.”
“I would have gone for the chest, but I see you prefer it basic,” snorted George. Rick just threw him a glare before looking back at you with a gentle smile.
“How are you feeling, Y/n? This isn’t your first time, right?”
You blinked slowly, coming back to reality. “It isn’t si’… ‘just never fucked a man like you…” You were talking in cursive, in other words, you were slurry with your words. You weren’t even processing the words before telling them out loud.
The commander just let out another chuckle before lifting his hips slowly. “Alright, here I come again.” And dropped on your cock again.
“Ooooh… you feel so good, sir…” He felt fantastic. Your cock has never been so happy, just like you.
“At this rate you’ll have him cumming tomorrow,” complained George, tapping the floor with his foot, impatient, but hard. His cock throbbed inside his pants; he’s been eyeing your cock the moment it came out from your pants. If Rick doesn’t show the love your cock deserves, he’ll just push him aside and show him how it’s truly done.
Rick hummed. “He’s right…” He looks at you, feeling already sorry. “Sorry, soldier, try not to pass out.”
You frown, confused. Try not to what?
He slams his hips back on yours, stealing a gasp from you but not letting you process what just happened as he starts bouncing at a quick pace.
“Ah! Ah fuck! Sl-slow down! Fuck!”
Rick ignored your plea, you could only squeeze by instinct his asscheeks as he kept bouncing on you, riding you like a horse, perhaps even a bull.
“Haaa… haa… oh yes…” Rick’s eyes were glazed, to feel the veins on your cock he just had to clench, and every spot of his gummy walls could feel every little bump of each vein. It felt heavenly. Your cock dragged along his inner walls every time he lifts his hips, his insides trying to keep you there, or suck you deeper. “Oh Jesus Christ… that cock feels great!”
And that ass feel amazing, you thought.
The grip he had on your shoulder tightened and pulled you closer to him so he could kiss you deeply while riding your cock. Your eyes widened at first, your mind went completely blank, you could feel his tongue pushing past your lips, invading and exploring your mouth.
His ass jiggled every time it landed back on your hips; you could feel it under the touch of your hands and couldn’t help but squeeze the soft mounds of flesh.
“Ah.. that’s it, keep playing with it,” moaned the commander as he pushed further on your hands.
“Fuck… you feel so good, commander,” you whined as you let him take full advantage of you.
Rick just smirked and grinded his hips in circular motion, feeling your cock hit numerous sensitive spots inside him. You moaned, your hands opening the man’s cheeks, exposing the way his hole sucked your cock hungrily back inside every time Rick lift his hips.
From above the commander’s shoulder, despite your foggy mind, you notice George is jerking off a few steps away from you, hard cock in his hand, leaking on the floor. Your cock throbs, even more aroused by the sight.
“Ah! Ahn…!” Without realizing, your cock hits the spot where Rick’s prostate is hidden, sending shiver down his spine. “Ah! Y/n, keep hitting that spot!” Your arms wrap around his waist, you start thrusting your hips to meet Rick’s midway, fucking him deep and hard.
“Shit.. ah shit…” You close your eyes, not being able to concentrate on anything else but the way Rick’s asshole clenches around you.
The tip of your cock kept hitting that sensitive spot that made Rick’s mind blurry, he loved everything about this sensation, the feeling of being so well stuffed with hard meat, the rubbing of his prostate. “Come on, give me more, soldier…” ordered Rick as he slammed his hips faster on yours.
Some slick was able to gather between your two, on each other’s skin, a mixture of saliva, pre-cum, and ass juice. It felt sticky, weird, yet strangely arousing. The thought of creating a mess with a hot man like Rick Flags brushed you the right way.
“Ah! Ah! Faster!” demands the commander, trying to go faster and harder on you.
“I’m- I’m trying sir.. gosh… oh fuck…” You were so close by now, your balls aching with so much cum needing to be released.
However, in just a matter of seconds, the warm tightness around your cock disappeared abruptly, followed by the voice of Captain Boomerang. “That’s not how you ride a dick, you idiot!” says the ex-criminal now turned agent.
You whined, your balls and cock aching painfully. You almost wanted to curse George out loud for ruining the moment and your orgasm and bring back Rick back on your cock to fuck him stupid.
The Australian pushed the American commander away, and Rick almost shouted at him, hole clenching, missing the feeling of your girth rubbing his inner walls. But no word came when George pulled down his pants, exposing a hairy, bubble butt to you and Rick. Your cock twitched, eager to be buried deep inside the captain’s ass. George noticed the excitement and smirked. “No worries, lad, you’ll soon be able to fuck a real worthy arse like mine.” He gets in position, right above you, and sits down where Rick was before. Your cock gets hugged between the two round asscheeks and George flexes just to hear a moan come out from you. “Aye lad, you’ll soon get to be inside all that.” His attention goes back to the commander of the Suicide Squad, the latter standing with arms crossed, not pleased with the interruption as his cock ached to release cum. George points at him with a judging finger and gives him a mocking grin. “I’ll show you how to ride a dick like a real man! You ride it like this!” And without even caring for preparation, Captain Boomerang sinks down and takes all your girth inside his tight hole. He curses out loud, feeling the burning pain in his ass.
“Ah! AH fuuuucckkk!” You hold on tight around his hips, he was even tighter than Rick. “R-relax.. fuck! Shit! Too much…!”
George didn’t listen, too lost on the pain mixed with pleasure. His previous smirk weakened a bit, turning into a dumb grin. He lifts his hip, a hiss escapes his lips, and he drops down harshly on you. “Oh ffuu…” It didn’t stop there, as he immediately started bouncing on you, faster and more aggressive compared to Rick.
“Nghh! Uhghh..! Slow… down…!” You threw your head back; eyes lost on the ceiling. The inner walls of that man were sucking your cock inside, it felt amazing, yet too overwhelming.
“You’re going to have him pass out, can’t you see?” scolded Ricky as he jerked off, giving some needed attention to his own erection.
George just grunted, slamming his ass nonstop on your hips, swallowing your cock in his needy hole. He grabbed your hands and moved them under his shirt so you could grab and tease his hairy chest. “Right there, much better, eh?” You squeezed the soft muscles, thumbs teasing his perky nipples. “Nghh… yeah.. haaa… enjoy yourself lad.”
“Nghh, damn… this feels too good…” you panted, lifting the australian’s shirt to expose the hairy torso before burying your face between his pecs. “Hmmm…”
The dusty chair kept squeaking under your weights and the brutal thrusts of George’s hips, he liked it that way; rough, unforgiving, merciless, he wants to feel his insides be rearranged by your great cock.
You felt a strong grip on your jaw and then the strong clashing of lips as Captain Boomerang kissed you hungrily with rough passion, his tongue invading your mouth, needier than Rick. He sucked on your tongue, hips moving faster as he swallowed each of your moans. The clapping of wet skins grew louder, to the point it was the only thing your ears could register.
George pulled back, a string of saliva connection your lips with his. He looked down at you, pupils dilated, eyes full of lust. “You like it?” he asks between short gasps and grunts.
Your head nods. “Ungh... uh-huh…” His dangerous smirk just made your arousal ten times worse.
The moment once interrupted once more, the shadow of Rick covered you two as he stood by your side, cock still hard, aching angrily, demanding attention while still leaking precum like a broken faucet. “You already had your time, my turn, George,” he said in a monotone voice, but you could see he was about to snap at the man on top of you.
“What?! But I just started, you had much more time than I-“ Rick didn’t care about the many complaints George had to say. He grabbed the Australian man and pulled you away from on top of you.
You whined. “Not again…” This was the second time these two stole the chance for you to cum.
“Don’t worry, soldier, I’ll teach this idiot how to bring you pleasure.” Rick sat back on your cock, this time with his back facing you. Your eyes were glued on the round mounds of his perfect ass, the way his hole opened widely for your cock to slide inside made you groan out of pleasure.
George just stood by one side, rolling his heavy sack in his hand while staring at Rick with envious eyes. “You better not make him cum before me.”
Rick ignores him, but he’d love to have your cum inside him instead of George just to piss him off, and to have the honor of being filled by you.
The commander’s hand went to hold your knees for support as he started lifting and dropping his hips on you, your cock hitting that sensitive spot from last time in the first try. “Oh! Hmm… we’re back to where we left…” His cheeks keep jiggling with every bounce of his hips. You close your eyes, your head feeling dizzy with the pleasure and sensitiveness. Your hands move to his hips by instinct, thumbs pressing on the sides of Rick’s asscheeks. “Want to spank it?” asks Rick as he looks at you over his shoulder. “Don’t be shy, go for it…” One of your hands slide down to his buttcheeks and you raise it a little bit, hesitant, but wanting to spank that wonderful are. “Yeah, hard…” he moans. You decide to listen to him and your intrusive thoughts, dropping your hand on the soft and pale flesh. The slap resonates and Rick moans as cum spurts out his cock in large quantities.
His orgasm doesn’t make him stop though, he rides you more desperate, needing to cum even more.
“Ahn.. ahn! R-Rick…! Gosh! You’re tightening too much…!”
So close, you were so close to finally orgasming, to emptying your balls.
“I need your cum… I really need it…” he moans as he starts jerking off himself, his cock pulsing weaker shots of cum, his balls feeling less painful compared to a few minutes ago.
“Ah no mate, that’s not happening!” Grunts George as he pulls Rick away from you for the damn second time. “You’re not getting that spunk, not on my watch!”
“Fuck!” You curse out loud, fists tight, ready to punch something.
But the sleeve of warmness from that tight hole goes back to wrap around your shaft. Captain Boomerang goes back to riding your cock, same position as Rick, and doesn’t waste time to start working. “Fuck… hmm.. unghh…” Wet squelching sounds could be heard with the way his hole sucked you in. You spanked his hairy cheeks, the round muscles jiggling at the impact. “Yes! That’s it!”
Captain Boomerang could feel his own orgasm building, the load of cum in his balls felt heavy, needing to come out as soon as possible. He panted, trying to hold on by a thread, wanting to prove he’s better than the commander. But every time your cock hit that one particular spot, his prostate, he could feel his resistance weakening significantly.
“You- nghh! You’re about to cum, right? Aah!” he asks, hoping you were close to cumming, he didn’t know how much more he could hold back before busting.
You panted, trying to form a sentence despite the need to just moan and grunt till you empty your balls. “Cl-close… ah… so close…”
The man above you just need to continue for a little more, and he’d finally win. He’d finally prove who is better at riding a fantastic cock between him and Rick. His movements get sloppier, yet he tries not to make it obvious, not when his rival is staring.
His hips drop, and your cock his that wonderful spot, sending an electric jolt all over his body. “Nghh!! N-no…!” His cock throbs aggressively, pre-cum leaking like waterfalls. He can’t move anymore; he won’t last anymore. “Sh-it..!”
“What’s wrong, George, is it too much for you?” asks Rick in a mocking manner, waiting patiently for the crumbling of the Australian man.
The latter just throws him a glare. “N-nonsense… stop- hmmf… bullshitting me…” With quivering legs, he slowly lifts his hips, your cock dragging along his soaked inner walls. “Fuck…” Slick spills down your shaft as more of your cock is pulled out, you sigh, feeling a little relieved. Then the man’s hips slam down one last time on your cock, hitting his prostate again, reaping a powerful orgasm from the Aussie. The latter gasps, mouth wide open in a silent cry as his cock spurts ropes of thick, white cum all over the floor. He collapses on you, back on your chest. “D-did you cum…?” You whimper and shake your head. “Shit…”
The commander pulls him by the arm away from you. “I told you you weren’t even close to being better than I.”
“Shut up, you didn’t get him to cum!”
The two men started arguing again, while you sat, delirious, aching, balls hurting, wanting to just fucking cum once and for all.
“Guys…guys…” you call, weakly, but they don’t hear you. “GUYS!” The two of them stop arguing and turn to look at you, surprised by your tone. “Both of you have… nghh… amazing asses, and ride cock as good as you fight… now please, just let me cum…”
Neither of them said anything for a minute, they shared a knowing look, then nodded before kneeling in front of you right between your legs. George’s mouth go to suck and lick your aching balls while Rick sucks the sensitive head of your cock. You moan, delighted by the talent of their mouths, so much better than hearing them talk. They loudly slurp across your sensitive skin, drinking in the slick wrapped around your genitalia. Their eyes are on you, hungry and lustful. When they don’t fight, they sure as hell can perform miracles.
“Fuck… that’s it… don’t stop…” you moan, your hands going to hold each of their heads.
“Gonna cum soon, soldier?” asks the commander.
“Do it right on our faces,” adds the aussie.
It takes one kiss, one lick, and one passionate suck from each of them on your balls and cock, for you to finally orgasm. Cum splattering on their faces and landing inside their mouths.
“Haaa… haa… thanks…” you say before almost passing out.
Rick drinks the cum while George scoops some remnants that were on his face before sucking them.
Hi. 😊 I hope you’re doing really well. I wanted to ask if you’d be interested in collaborating with me on a writing project. I’ve got a few ideas for various fan fiction stories and thought it would be really interesting to write them with you, sharing ideas and developing the plot together. I think your creativity could really add a lot. If the idea appeals to you, I’d love to chat to you about it some more. Thanks for taking the time to read this message!
I'm gonna need some more information before I decide.
Hey! I loved your Tom Holland story and I was wondering if you'd be willing to do another? I really would love something where Tom is a top and he is extremely cocky and very aware of how good looking he is. Reader goes to the same gym and can't stand Tom's ego, but Tom is fully aware he could turn reader into his little puppet anytime he felt like it, and one day he decides to do it. Tom lures him in with sweaty muscles and cocky talk until he gets reader on his knees, and then Tom just uses reader's throat for his own pleasure. :D
Sorry I just saw this, yes I can definitely write this.
You said you write special characters for June so here's mine for Chris Evans character Cole Turner from the 2023 film Ghosted.
So like in the film Cole is a farmer who is working at the market place that he works at when he meets the male reader and they immediately start flirting but the male reader is the type to flirt very dirty at one point Cole bends over to grab something and the male reader says something dirty about his ass, they swap numbers and decide to meet that night at the male readers house later when Cole gets there instead of going out they decided to stay in and just have sex he pulls down coles pants to reveal coles hairy ass (HAIRY ASS SUPREMACY 🍑) then Cole sits his hairy bubble butt on the male readers face and the male reader eats him out and while he's eating him out coles legs are shaking as he's moaning loudly then he lays Cole on his back and puts his legs over his shoulders and he pounds Cole and after pounding him and cumming inside his ass he tells Cole to hold his legs to his stomach and he eats his hairy ass out again eating the cum out before spitting the cum in Coles mouth. The male reader obsesses over Coles hairy ass the next morning Cole wakes up and licks and sucks the male readers feet and then the male reader eats his hairy ass again causing Cole to cum untouched like he did the night before.
Hairy ass obsession, dirty talk, sub Bottom Cole (if you watch the movie you'll see Cole is whiny so I imagine he's whiny I'm not into the feminization crap so please don't include it, strong language, ass eating
This is Cole Turner in this gif ⏬⏬⏬⏬
Do what you say
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Bottom character. Bottom Cole Turner. Top Male Reader. Both character and reader have a cock. Dirty talk. Strong language. Ass eating. Rimming. Feet kink. Yeehaw.
Bottom! Cole Turner x Top! Male Reader
Sun was shining in the region of Washington, the weekend has arrived and the farmer's market was being put in place downtown just like they did every weekend since the first week of summer. Cole was setting up his stand, he had high hopes today things would go great for him.
Once the tables were set and ready, he put in place the many vegetables, fruits, and home-made products like jam, butter, and more on them, and on the side, the cashier with some money inside. Everything was ready, the day could start whenever it wanted now.
The clock on his wrist indicated nine in the morning now, the farmer’s market was about to open to the public.
There wasn’t a big wave of curious clients at first, it was maybe about five to seven people in total walking around, stopping in front of some stands just to observe, and then keep walking. Well, they won’t buy something today probably, he thought. Around eleven in the morning, more people started to come, it wasn’t a big crowd, but it was a nice clientele. Some people stopped by Cole’s stand to buy some carrots or tomatoes, but it wasn’t enough to fill a whole bag.
You never know, Cole, you might hit the jackpot soon, he thought again.
For now, the only thing he could do was wait, invite some people to stop by his stand, and hope for the best.
It’s not everyday that you go to a farmer’s market, but today you were curious and craved to buy something fresh, a little healthier, maybe. You came alone, it is good to have some time alone, and maybe you’ll find a hot farmer to hit on without being in competition with your horny friends.
The place was nice, some prices a little high but not unaffordable as people might think. Someone catches your attention as you’re walking between stands, a young farmer with his eyes locked on his phone, waiting for clients from the way you see how he tends to lift his eyes from his phone to see if anyone is coming. He was handsome, you could see his thick arms with the sleeve of his button-up shirt rolled to the level of his elbows, and he was hairy from the little peek you had of his cleavage. What a man.
You made your way to the stand, and your presence was quickly noticed by said handsome farmer.
He quickly put his phone in the pocket of his pants and smiled at you, showing all of his pearl white teeth.
"Good morning!" saluted the farmer charmingly.
You smirked at him, a little cocky. "Good morning, handsome." The farmer seemed taken aback by your little advancement, before smiling back at you.
"How can I help you today? Interested in a particular product? May I invite you to try the homemade jam?" he offered, but you wanted to try something else.
"May I try you instead? You definitely look tasty." You eyed him up and down, and then stopped at his lips for a moment, before returning to his blue eyes. "Can I have your name, handsome?"
Your smile widened when you noticed a little flush on his cheeks, he seemed to think about it for a minute before returning the same cocky smile at you. "Cole, Turner. Cole Turner. May I know yours, gentleman?"
"I don't know if I could call myself a gentleman, but the name is Y/n." You extended your hand to him, and he shook it, his blue eyes locked with yours. He knew you were flirting with him, and you were glad he did, it just made things a little more entertaining and fun. “Are you single?”
“Why do you ask the question, interested on me?”
“Who wouldn’t when there’s a handsome man with big pecs talking right in front of them? Bet you have an exquisite body under those clothes.” Your eyes linger on his chest for a little more than just a minute, Cole blushes a little more, he doesn’t know if feeling uncomfortable or… aroused. “You work alone in here? Or am I lucky enough to have you for myself?”
He lets out a small chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint you, I’m not really alone.” You mock a pout of disappointment, before your cheeky grin comes back.
“Doesn’t matter if I’m able to have you for myself when you finish working.” Cole just shook his head, now lowering it down, trying to hide his blushing cheeks away from you.
“You’re a little too straightforward, don’t you think? Are you going to buy tomatoes yes or not?”
“I’m going to buy some peaches,” you say with confidence.
However, Cole was confused with your request, he looks around and then returns his attention on you. “I don’t sell peaches.”
“Are you sure?” You tilt your head on one side, taking a little glance of Cole’s round clothed ass, you noticed from far away before standing right where you are. “I see one big, plump and juicy from where I stand.”
The farmer let out a genuine laugh this time, and as he giggled, he accidentally knocked down a fruit from the table. “Oh yikes!” He turns around and lowers down to pick the fruit up, but as he does, the outline of his clothed butt gets even clearer and even more round, if that's even possible, right in front of you.
Your eyes are clearly caught by such an inviting sight, and you can't help but throw a little comment. “That ass needs a good squeeze and filling, darling.”
Cole stood back up straight, eyes a little wide at your words, before a naughty grin came back. “Will you be the one to fill it?”
Gosh, that man was already doing something to you. “Wanna come to my place and find out?”
“Sure.”
The both of you exchanged numbers, two pieces of papers going from one person to the other, it was simple, yet a promise hid in the action. You were excited for tonight, wanting to know more about this handsome farmer.
There were no lies to tell, during the rest of the day, you sat on the couch in your living room, staring at the door, then at your phone waiting for a special pop-up message, and then back at your door. You were impatient for your awaiting date, needy to see once more that handsome farmer you met at the farmer’s market.
Cole.
Cole. The name slips nicely on your tongue.
Soft knockings on the wood of your door interrupted your little train of thoughts, excited, you stood up from your couch and rushed to answer the door. You opened the door, and was glad to find a pair of blue eyes staring at you with genuine interest and joy.
“Hey,” he said with a soft voice and a gentle smile.
It was your turn to smile at him, gosh, you just met him yet it felt like he was meant to be with you. “Hey, missed me?”
Cole doesn't answer, he eyes you up and down. "I hope you haven't planned anything in between the lines of cheap popcorn and movies, you do know why I'm here." He brushes your shoulder with his hand, and then slowly lowers it down over your chest.
Very forward, quite direct on what he wants, nice. "Who do you take me for?" Cole just smirks at you before kissing you on the lips, the kiss intense and deep, his hands find their way on your chest and then starts to push you backwards inside the apartment. Your hands are on his hips, pulling him closer to you as you push your tongue inside his mouth.
“Hmm… fuck,” he mumbles as he kicks the door close.
You pick him up in your arms, lips still kissing his sweeter ones. “Let me give you some of my seed, handsome.” As you two are busy devouring each other, you take him to your bedroom and leave him on your bed.
No time is wasted when the two of you start to strip each other while still sharing kisses together so hungrily. The moment your neck and shoulders are exposed, Cole goes straight to kissing your skin, leaving some gentle bites on it while your hands go down on his thighs.
“Gosh…” you gasp.
With a strong pull of your hands, you pulled down his pants with his underwear, exposing him completely. Cock semi-hard, uncut, throbbing slightly under the cold air, it looked delicious. You lower down between his legs and give the hidden head a soft kiss, winning in exchange a soft hiss from Cole.
“Sensitive, aren’t we?” you tease before turning him around. Your eyes widen with how hairy he is behind.
Cole seems to notice how much you’re staring at his arse, and he can’t help but feel a little self conscious about it. “I’m not really used to shave myself… I, uh, don’t really have time for…”
“Did you hear me complaining?” you interrupt him before giving his ass a soft squeeze. “I feel like I won the lottery.” Your hands pull the hairy cheeks apart, exposing a puckered, tight asshole clenching and unclenching around nothing but air, surrounded by a darker jungle. It was begging for attention, your attention. “Wanna ride a horse, sweetheart?”
A soft laugh escapes the blue eyed man. "You have such a way with words." He didn't decline your invitation though, he wrapped his legs around your head and pushed you on the bed before sitting right on your face, engulfing you with a strong musky scent. "Ah! Shit..." A soft roll of his hips made you groan, though your voice was muffled from the heavy cheeks sitting all over your mouth, hole kissing your lips. This was heaven for you. "Haa..." Cole started to slowly grind his hips on your face, his hands going on your chest to support himself. Your hands moved to support his thighs as the pace started to increase little by little. "I haven't done this... hmmf... in so long."
Your tongue was working between his cheeks, lapping at his hole, tasting him, taking in his flavor. "Hmm... hummf..." Your eyes rolled to the back of your hand, you could feel some hairs on your tongue, not enough for you to pull back or even care though.
"Do you like this? Is this what you wanted from the very beginning?" Cole asks as he grinds faster, his breathing feels heavy, and his movements are more desperate. You push your tongue inside his tight entrance, can't do much but push the tip inside. "Ah! Ah fuck... let me- haa... let me help you there..." For a quick moment he lifts his hips, letting you take some fresh air while he pushes two of his fingers inside himself to stretch his hole, making it easier for you to tongue fuck him. "Nhh... haaa..."
Your eyes were glued on the slick mess of saliva and a fluids that were all over the little darker hairs around his entrance. As Cole opened himself more for you, his legs started to quiver, he felt abnormaly sensitive today.
With a little moan, he pulled his fingers out and sat again on your face without a warning. "Gosh!" he gasped, head thrown to the back as he moved his hips faster on you.
"Hmmf! Hnn..." Your tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and Cole did a good job stretching his hole, as it was easier to go deeper, further inside him.
Cole turned to look at you over his shoulder, but he couldn't even catch your eyes, his hairy bubble butt hiding your face from him. It turned him on, more than what he could have imagined. "Keep eating me... aah... ah... keep eating me..." A whine escaped him all of the sudden, his ass ! bounced on you, fucking himself on your tongue, using it like a small dildo. "I need more... haa.. unhh.. oh! Ah! More please!"
You tried to keep up, his hole clenched around your tongue so tight you could barely move it from time to time.
The farmer's cock was fully hard and leaking, the head of it had already come out from its hood, red and sensitive, while his balls slapped under your chin.
"Like that! Oh! Fuuuck just like that!" Cole couldn't stop moaning, his rhythm got more messed as his legs trembled, trying to keep up, but the movements were clumsy. "I'm so close! I'm so close!"
With your hands you pushed him to your side on the bed, Cole yelped in surprise, confused.
"No! No wait, I was so close, I was so close...!" he started whining, his cock unsatisfied with the brutal interruption.
"Poor thing." You moved to the end of the bed and positioned yourself between Cole's thighs. "That was mean from me, right?" Cole nodded with a pout on his lips, he looked so pathetic, so fuckable. You were going to eat him alive and have him sobbing for more. "Don't worry, I'll fill you with something much better." His eyes widened when he saw your hard cock resting in your fist. He wasn't the only one needy, you were fighting demons to not throw him on the bed and fuck him mindlessly.
He bit his lower lip, his cock throbbed excitedly for what was about to come.
With a soft kiss behind his ear, you whisper, "Take a deep breath for me." Slowly, you started to push your cock inside him, taking in your sweet time so to not hurt him.
However, it seemed like Cole wasn't as patient as you, as he wrapped his legs around your waist to push you closer to him. "Fast! Need it inside, I really ne-nghhh need it bad...!"
The head of your cock was fully deep inside him now, and more of your shaft kept going in as Cole forced you deeper.
Both of yours hands moved to each side of Cole, supporting yourself, preventing you from collapsing on his chest as you moved what remained of your shaft all the way inside him.
"Aghh! Ahhh...!" Cole's arms wrapped around your neck, his hole clenched tightly around your hard cock as it went deeper, so much deeper than what your tongue reached. Obviously, you were so much larger down there, and thick... fat... girthy... He was losing his mind already. "Big... so big... I'm full..." he whines, but you don't listen to him. You roll your hips to test the waters, and Cole's mouth opens wide in a silent moan. "F-fuck..."
"So impatient..." You gently bite the side of his neck, your hips moving at a slow yet steady pace, enjoying how warm he feels inside, how tight he truly is. "But fuck, you have a nice ass..."
Your hands push his legs against his stomach, your slow movements changing to a quicker one, a needier pace. Squelching and sticky sounds echoes around the room as your cock comes in and out of his hungry hairy hole.
"Ah! Ahn! Y/n! Y/n... p-leaaasee...!" Cole doesn't even know what he's asking for, why he's calling you, but it feels right to say your name, to call you. "Ha-harder... hmmf!"
The corners of your lips curled into a smirk, you kissed his soft lips and made sure to go harder just as he had requested. "So desperate for more... Gonna make you see stars..."
Each thrust sent Cole closer to the very edge, the bed creaked under the weight of your carnal activities. Cole's moans grew more desperate, he was getting clsoer and closer to cumming, and you were too. "You better do- unnnhh... what you say..."
"It's a promise, darling." With a firm grip on his inner thighs, you increase the pace to one almost punishing. Cole's words have ceased to being comprehensible, now reduced to a nonsense of babblering accompanied with uncontrollable moaning. "Take it! huuff.. take it all!" Your balls clenched, and that uncomfortable sensation on your lower abdomen quickly exploded. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your vision turned blank while Cole swore he could see not only stars but galaxies. With each throb of your cock, a large spurt of cum flooded Cole's ass, leaving him stuffed to the bridge, so full, so satisfied.
His hands went to caress his painted-white stomach as he whined, eyes closed in exhaustion. His weak cock laid flat on his lower abdomen, spent from the large orgasm he just went through.
Meanwhile, you were still high on the moment, Cole's ass feeling more tight then ever, but that was because of the large loads you filled him with, his hole was definitely ruined by now. Slowly, you pulled out, ignoring the soft whimper of the farmer, your attention focused on how cum slipped out with your cock, making a mess between the farmer's hairy cheeks and on the sheets right below him. The shower that would come later will surely feel divine.
Once fully out, you lowered down between his legs, leaving a trail of wet kisses under his trembling thighs, right on the base of his cock, his balls, and finally, his ruined hole full of your cum. The smell was so strong, and you loved it, you were addicted to it.
You licked the mess of cum and other fluids, you lapped around his hole once, twice... Cole groaned, pleased.
"So delicious..." You kissed his hole before pushing your tongue inside, exploring the painted, gummy walls once again.
"Aahn! Ah... Y/n... no more..." he panted, but his body pushed against your tongue.
"Hmm... slurp.. hmff..." You ate him out like it would be the very last time you'd ever get to taste him, drinking the cum out of him. You scooped some that was still left and kept it in your mouth before pulling back. Cole doesn't have time to say a word, as your lips quickly catch his in a open kiss, cum going from your mouth to his.
Your tongues dance together in the mess before slowly separating, strings of saliva and cum connecting eachother's lips.
Cole stares at you with dazed eyes while trying to catch his breath. You grab his jaw and force him to open his mouth again before spitting directly inside it the cum that remains in your mouth.
"Good job," you praise before laying by his side, arms wrapped around his waist. His head nuzzles on your shoulder, he's too tired to even speak, but words are unecessary right now. As Cole falls asleep, you stay awake for a moment, your hands are on his hairy, plump ass, the skin adorned with hair feels so soft under your hands, your fingers playing with the hairs. You gave his cheeks one last squeeze with your hand. "Sensational." And went to sleep, tomorrow the fun will continue.
The morning comes, soft snores can be heard in the almost quiet room. The farmer slowly wakes up first, mainly from habit of waking up early every day. Cole stares at you first, finding you still deep asleep, his eyes then go to the tangled naked bodies. Last night was surely interesting.
Without waking you up, he moved on top of you, his face close to your feet. He gives them a soft kiss first, one to each, then slowly licks them. A soft moan escapes him before starting to suck your feek on the sides, it turns messy with each suck and he gets lost on the moment.
He doesn't notice the moment you're awake, your eyes staring at him sucking and licking your feet. You can feel his tongue everywhere, toes, ankle, even the plant of your feet. Your eyes move to his exposed hairy ass, his hole clear to view, still open and with some cum dripping from it. Your hands grab his hips and Cole yelps in surprise, before any other reaction could come, you pull him towards you, forcing him to sit on your face just like the other day.
"Ah! Y/n!" His cries turn into moans when your tongue finds its way to his hole still stretched from the activities of last time. "Ah- ah shit...! Hmm..." His hips roll on your face, his hands go to pull his cheeks open for you to have better access. "I'm still... unh.. I'm still sensitive..."
You don't answer, to focused on eating him out, his taste unchanged, still delicious as ever. You push some hair apart from his hole, not wanting it to tangle on your tongue as you work your way inside him.
Cole can't focus on anything else but your wet tongue playing inside him, he can feel himself getting closer, awfully closer to the end. Dammit!
His hand goes to grab a handful of your hair, pushing you deeper inside him as he bounces on your face.
"Haaa! Haaa! Faster! I'm close!" You know he's about to bust, his insides are clenching so tight around your tongue. "Fuck- Fu- nghhh!!" The first little spurts of cum comes out from his cock weakly yet it feels so relieving for Cole. "Mooooore..." With your tongue you find a nearby spot where his sweet spot is hidden, and make sure to stimulate it enough, to the point Cole almost crushes your head under his ass. He moans outloud, almost like a cry, his cock spurts now the real load, making a mess on himself and on you.
Soft whimpers escape him as he lays down on top of you, catching his breath.
You're satisfied, absolutely satisfied. "What a special breakfast," you sigh with a wide smile.
That smile is quickly wiped when Cole sits back on your face. "I decided... hmmff! We should also have lunch now!"
Only your muffles could be heard now. But you were no one to oppose a nice meal.
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Is it kinda obvious I never wrote hairy asses before? The only fic I once found with a hairy ass man, his partner got some hair stuck on his tongue. Is that what y'all like? (genuine question)
Warnings: Smut🔞, Top Male Reader, Bottom Tom Holland, strong language, caught in the act, dirty talk, creampie, power bottom and submissive top
NOT PROOF READ, SORRY ABOUT THAT!
M/N- Male Name
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You liked Tom and you knew he liked you as well, so you had confessed your feelings towards him and he took you on a date. After a few dates he decided to make it official and asked you to be his boyfriend, to which you happily accepted. Over the next three months everything was going perfectly; you kissed, had dates, and snuggled but there was just one thing you guys didn't do that Tom was really wanting to do... SEX! In fact, lately it was all he could think about.
Tom didn't know what it was about you that made him feel this way; he'd always been a top before meeting you, and then you came along and he started to feel different. He tried to ignore why he was feeling like this and he was thinking it was just a fluke or a weird thought he had or something, but after getting to know you more those thoughts of bottoming for you just kept going to the forefront of his mind.
He didn't know what was up with him lately but there was definitely something about you that made him want to be the bottom.
He decided to do some research on bottoming like all the tips he needed to know, what it felt like, sex positions he'd never even heard of—you name it. He researched it all just trying to figure out what would be the best fit for him, and that's when he discovered submissive tops and dom bottoms. He wasn't the type to submit to anyone, and he still wasn't even with this new craving for bottoming; so after reading up about it he knew he was the perfect type to be a dom bottom, and he knew from your personality that you were just a sweet submissive soul who wanted to make others feel good.
It's one of the many things he loved about you.
Something that he found weird about all this was that it didn't make sense for him to be feeling this way about you, especially since you were such a sweet and innocent guy who never even mentioned sex or anything along those lines but he couldn't help it; you just did it for him. Just being around you made him want nothing more than to pull your pants down and ride you into next week.
One day he was sitting at home alone feeling horny; knowing you were supposed to stop by in an hour to hang out but he couldn't take it anymore, he was lying naked in bed when he decided enough was enough so he lubed up one of his fingers and slowly inserted it into his tight ass and began to finger fuck himself, he figured if he could get this done and out of the way before then he wouldn't wanna jump your bones when you arrived.
Soon one finger became two, and two fingers became three as he finger-fucked his ass. His moans were filling the room; he was being so loud that he didn't hear you walk through the front door and call his name. It wasn't until you opened his bedroom door to greet him that he knew he was fucked, both literally and figuratively.
"Hey Tom, I'm here early—HOLY SHIT" you said, catching him in the act. Just seeing him like this made your dick grow hard in your pants, and because you were in sweatpants, it was even more noticeable. You turned around apologizing, but it was already too late for that; he saw your hard cock through your pants and he knew he needed it.
With a smirk, he pulled his fingers out of himself getting up and walking over to you. As he turned you around to face him he could see you were a blushing mess, but he didn't pay attention long as his eyes traveled down to your hard cock in those grey sweatpants, causing him to blush as well as all sorts of dirty ideas filled his head.
"Sorry bout that love but since you're here early why don't we help each other out" he said with that Sexy British accent you've come to love as he pulled your pants down causing your hard cock to spring free.
You begin to kiss as you strip completely naked; he pushes you onto the bed grabbing your now hard dick and he positions it at his entrance and slowly sinks down, loving the feel of your hard dick sliding into his tight hole as you bottom out.
"Sh- shit your dick is so big" Tom moans.
He slowly starts riding you trying to adjust to your large size, you grab his hips guiding him up and down on your dick as his moans echo throughout the room, he begins to ride you into the bed faster.
'creak'. 'creak'. 'creak'.
The only thing you feel is how tight he is and the only sounds filling your head is the creaking of the bed, the skin slapping skin, and his moans as he rides you into oblivion. You're already completely overstimulated and overwhelmed with pleasure.
Sweat begins to drip down his forehead.
"you fucking like that? Like my tight hole swallowing your big dick" you moan in response, he relizes how perfect he is as a Dom bottom because even though he's currently the bottom and your the top he's always been the one to takes control in your relationship so of course it's no different in the bedroom, he used to be a top for fucks sake.
"mhmm fuck, fuck, fuck M/N it feels so good" he says.
He continues to talk dirty to you as he rides harder bouncing up and down on your dick; he never knew bottoming could feel this good and if he did then he definitely would have tried out bottoming way sooner. Your cock repeatedly slams into his prostate, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his body and making him feel nothing but pure bliss and ecstasy. He truly can't believe it feels this good to be fucked, and he can't help but think more guys should definitely try anal because if they aren't; then they're truly missing out on the experience because this is definitely the greatest pleasure he's ever felt in his entire freaking life.
"shit Tom, I'm close." You squeeze his hips tightly trying to slow him down, but he doesn't let you instead he smiles darkly and starts riding harder chasing the pleasure and wanting to feel you cum inside him.
"oh yeah? You wanna cum in my ass?" He asks with a smile continually riding your hard cock.
Before you can control it you're pushed over the edge.
"Ah, fuck" you moan.
You cum with a breathy moan spilling your warm seed into him as he continues to ride you until he cums untouched all over your sweaty stomach.
"H-holy shit, that was fantastic" he said with that thick British accent, flopping down beside you as you both lay there trying to catch your breath. Your cum began to leak from his gaping asshole.
"huh, turns out you are good for something" he jokes causing you both to start laughing. You lean over and wrap your arms around him pulling him closer towards you and planting a kiss on his cheek causing him to giggle again as he cuddles into your chest.
After tonight you both knew this would definitely be happening on a regular basis, let's say you were beyond excited for him to boss you around in the bedroom again as he rides you....
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Not proof ready guys.
I'm back from my short break and I wanna thank you all for the love and support you've shown me.
This is my first time ever writing for Tom Holland so I hope I did a good job and I hope I was able to please the requester and give them what they wanted.
Feedback (likes, comments, reblogs) would be greatly appreciated and help us fan fiction writers.
My June 18th birthday request... Steve Rogers x Male Reader Part 2 (with Peter Parker).
Takes place like 2 weeks later at the start the team just got back from a mission and again it's another failed mission and Steve is pissed and yelling at everyone half way between his yelling the male reader cuts him off telling him to go get him and Peter a diet Coke and shockingly Steve says 'yes sir' and actually does and that leaves everyone flabbergasted and he brings him and Peter their drinks again shocking everyone and Tony says something about it but before anyone can answer fury comes in and sends everyone on a 3 week mission everyone that is except Steve, Peter, and the Male Reader so they get the avengers tower alone for three weeks. That night the Male Reader walks out into the living room to catch Steve on his hands and knees with Peter eating him out and using his fingers to stretch his hole and that gives the Male Reader an idea so he interrupts saying "why is it I always catch you guys having sex? Trying to exclude me?" To which Steve says No sir and the male reader asks if they wanna have real fun and they agree so he goes to the kitchen grabs a bottle of wine and 2 straws and since Steve's ass is all stretched from Peter he opens the wine pouring some in Steve's ass causing Steve to moan and after filling him him and Peter drink it with the straws after that they fill him again and drink it all three getting a little tipsy (because yes putting alcohol up there will actually get you tipsy) and they all start laughing. The next day Peter is going into the gym area when he catches Steve on his knees sucking off the male reader and then the male reader pulls out of his mouth and grabs a thing of lube and starts pouring it all over Steve's pecs and then he squeezes them together and starts fucking his pecs all while Peter watches and then after a while he lays on the same workout bench and has Steve sit on his face and he eats him out for a while and then he starts fucking him bottom Steve obviously again and he fucks him in a couple different positions Steve cums multiple times and while Peter jerks off and then they both cum on steves face again after that they tell Steve that he's theirs now to which he happily agrees. Cut to when the other avengers get back they're still shocked that Steve is acting attentive to Peter and the Male Reader and calling them sir but still being an asshole to everyone else like he usually is they're all having a meeting and after the meeting the male reader and Steve and Peter all go off towards the male readers room where Steve gets on his knees before then and starts sucking them both off swapping between both in a sloppy, and I mean sloppy slobbery blowjob until they both cum all over Steve's face again.
Bottom sub Steve, Dom Top Male Reader, Dom Top Peter Parker, NO FEMINIZATION AGAIN PLEASE!! just like you did for the part one. Can you please make this longer than part one as well please? 🙏
I hope this is ok....
Happy birthday dear Anon
Drinking wine with a straw should be considered a crime.
Captain Slut (Part 2)
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Bottom character. Bottom Steve Rogers. Top secondary character. Top Peter Parker. Top Male Reader. Use and mention of alcohol. Ass drinking. Bottle fucking. Ass eating. Blowjob. Degrading vocabulary. Degradation kink.
Bottom! Asshole! Steve Rogers x Top! Male Reader + Top! Peter Parker
Few weeks have passed after that one wild night that changed everything that was going on between you, Peter, and Captain Slu- America, Captain America, Steve, Steve Rogers. Him. Anyways, another mission was just completed with far too many problems and complications for Steve's approval, and as to be expected, he wasn't really fond of it.
Stomping inside the living room where everyone sat tired from the mission and Steve's tantrum, the captain of the team kept raising his voice at everyone, winning some eyes rolling and grunts.
"I thought I couldn't be more disappointed of you all and yet you find a way to surprise me, what a mediocre work!" Steve kept going with his annoying rant. "You had one mission, one job, the easiest of them all, and somehow we now owe millions of dollars on reconstructions of buildings and streets because you can't control your damned abilities." Not even Tony could tolerate Steve's ranting, deciding to distract himself on his phone, as he knew if he even said one word to Steve, the captain would go crazy on him. There was no need for unecessary drama for once.
Peter and you weren't really paying much attention to what was being said, caring little to none. After what happened a few weeks ago, what bit of respect could you have for the angry man shouting orders and humiliating the team? Steve loves to humiliate others just the way he likes being humiliated with his anus stuffed with fat cocks and his mouth full of cum, dirty slut. It still made you chuckle whenever you thought about them memories of him moaning with your cock and balls deep inside him, begging for more, begging to be treated like the slut he is yet tries to hide and deny.
"I should send you all to just solve petty crimes like theft, or help people cross the streets, because that's everything you're useful for. A kid of ten could do a better job than all of you combined," kept going Steve.
At some point you were tired, exhausted of listening to all that tantrum. "Yo, want a drink?" you asked to Peter, to which he nodded. You approached Steve and stopped him mid-rant, "Hey, go grab us something to drink, do it quickly," you ordered before returning non-chalantly to Peter.
The room got awfully quiet after your unexpected interruption, eyes widened at you with the audacity you just showed in front of all of them. But Steve didn't react negatively, in fact, a slight blush spread accross his cheeks before nodding and mumbling, "Yes sir." He left without saying anything else, and it was as if a bomb just fell on everyone's head, what was going on? Even Tony stopped staring at his phone, a puzzled expression present on his face, does he need new glasses? Maybe devices for his ears?
When everyone needed answers, you decided to stay silent on the matter, instead, you kept talking with Peter about whatever as if nothing new had ever happened.
Two minutes later, Steve returned with two cans of soda and two straws, one for you and one for Peter. "Here, sir..." he said in a low voice, almost bowing his head at you two. You took your can of soda and opened it, putting in the plastic straw and finally taking your first sip. As Steve's anger disappeared after this unusual interaction, he had nothing else to add or say to the rest of the team, excusing himself to leave to his bedroom.
Eyes were on you, Peter, and the hall where Steve left. No one dared to say anything. Until Tony opened his mouth, " Just to make sure I haven't gone insane, we all saw and heard Steve call them 'Sir' and bring them cans of soda, with straws, right?" Team members nodded.
The uncomfortable moment quickly ended when steady footsteps could be heard entering the living room, Fury had just come. He stopped in front of the team, and frowned at everyone's dumb expressions. "What's with that stupid look on your faces?"
"We just saw Steve be less of an asshole to these two kids," answered quickly Tony, still puzzled at what just had happened a few minutes ago.
It was Fury's turn to frown, he knew about Steve's negative reputation among the team, so this was also a surprise to him, but there were more important things to discuss about than Steve's bipolar behaviour. "Anyways, I have a new mission for you." Some team members like Clint growned, they just came back from one mission and they were now being sent to another one right after. "Here are the names and the information about it, I want you to be quick and precise, not a movement wasted," informed S.H.I.E.L.D's director before leaving the folder on the surface of the table to then proceeding to take his leave from the Avenger's tower.
Natasha was the first one to leave the couch and make her way towards the table, she took in her hands the folder and opened it to read its content. She then turned around to face her team. "Everyone must go, but Steve, Peter and Y/n."
Tony let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Oh well, isn't that a coincidence?"
"Don't jinx it on us, Tony, we will finally have some peace of mind far from Steve," added Clint, looking relieved to not have to hear anymore of Steve's annoying baby-ish tantrums.
Everyone started to get ready to leave, Tony took a look at the information in the folder's papers. "Good news to us, we're staying three weeks away from Cap'." Some members celebrated with a fist in the air while others didn't react that much, already focused on the mission. You watched how all of them left the floor, not too worried to say some words of encouragement to you or Peter after the scene that took place not long ago.
Once the place got silent enough for you to only hear your conversation with Peter, you gave him a knowing smirk to which he reciprocated with the same energy. "Three weeks, huh?"
Peter nodded. "Think he might be down to suck dick?"
"You know he's nothing but a hungry slut."
After a good and productive hour at the gym, completing your usual working out session, you got dressed in cleaner clothes after a good shower to freshen' up your body. You got out of there, whistling a made-up song to yourself and made your way down to the kitchen, thirsty for something fresh and cold.
As you approached the living room, you could see the dim lights of the fireplace from your distance, and a few steps closer, you started to hear soft grunts, hums and moans from the other side of the corner of the wall. You didn't need to think too hard to know what was going on, it was just like last time two weeks ago. The corners of your lips curled into a dirty smirk, you approached and entered the living room, finding a very warm welcome.
On the couch were Peter and Steve, both naked, their cocks hanging free, exposed and erect, already throbbing with pre-cum leaking from the head of their cocks.
Steve was on four, flushed face down and plump ass up for Peter to finger fuck.
"I see you prepared my dinner, Stevie," teased Peter as he stretched Steve's plump, pink, puckered and slick anus with two of his fingers before replacing them with his tongue.
"Ahn... ah... ye-ss sir..." Steve moaned, pushing his ass closer to Peter's face, seeking that good sensation, that great feeling of having a wet tongue inside his ass. Peter wasn't opposed to that, the taste of the captain's pretty asshole was so delicious like always. His tongue moved around the insides of Steve's ass, hitting every sweet spot that stole a moan from the blond man, taking in every drop of juice that Peter could find.
The humid squelching sounds could be heard from where you were standing, each of them sent a shiver down your spine and then landed on your cock. You could feel your pants turning tighter and tighter with your cock waking up slowly, standing up with blood pumping in the veins till the thick shaft turned erected, pressing against the zippers, wanting to be set free. Your breath turned heavy, your brain a little foggy with the desire, sexual desire.
"Ah.. d-deeper, ngh! Need it deeper," whined Steve, wanting to thrust his hips forward on Peter's tongue but the younger man held him still by the hips with one hand while the other switched between stretching Steve's anus or teasing his heavy hanging balls.
There was no point in waiting anymore, you wanted to join them, have part in the fun, seek pleasure with the town's whore. You stepped further inside, now easy to notice by the two other heroes.
"Why is it I always catch you guys having sex without me? Trying to exclude me? Is that it?" you asked, mocking offense and disappointment.
Steve moaned out of surprise, his hole clenching tight around Peter's wet tongue. He groaned, trying to keep his mind steady. "N-no sir... I could never... ah!"
Peter pulls back from Steve's ass, taking in the view of that perfect pink, lewd anus clenching around nothing, missing the feeling of being stuffed so good. "Finally, you're here, wanna help me? He's tight as ever," invited Peter with a grin.
You hummed, an idea coming to your mind, it was something you haven't tried yet, but was curious about it from what you saw in some videos in the internet. "I have an idea... wanna have some good real fun?" Peter raised an eyebrow, curious, but then nodded as he gave you an amused smirk. Steve, despite already having his stupid brain a little melted, also nodded. Whatever the fun was about, if it brought him pleasure and humiliation, then it was all that he needed.
With everyone's agreement, you went to the kitchen and searched for a bottle of liquor, or whatever you could really find. You found a half-finished bottle of red wine inside the counter, perfect. You took it and then grabbed two straws before going back to the living room. Peter was waiting for you, seeing the bottle in your hand he got confused, what did you have in mind? What were you planning to do with a bottle of wine and two straws?
You didn't bother on explaining, already excited for what you had planned. "Now, Stevie, take a deep breath like the good slut you are," you gently ordered as you spread his hole wider with two fingers. The blond man whimpered but did as told, nervous to what you were going to do. Peter quickly caught on with what you had in mind, and his cock throbbed, letting out another stream of pre-cum down his hot, smelly shaft. You were a pervert.
Slowly, you pushed the tip of the bottle's barrel inside Steve, deeper and deeper till the cap was fully buried inside.
"Ahn-! Ah- wh- ooh!" Steve's back arched, what was going on? So full, he felt so full, and that thing inside his ass, it was so thick, hard and cold.
You just kept pushing the neck of the bottle deep inside his ass, making sure to spread it open enough for the next step of your plan. "Good slut, taking it so well for me, stay open." You fucked him slowly for a few seconds with the neck of the bottle before pulling it back. His hole clenched on it like a vice, not wanting to let go like the greedy hole it was. With a soft pop, it was free, and Steve's anus was gape open, clenching and unclenching, wanting to get filled again.
"Nghhh..."
"Good, our glass is ready, Peter," you said with a soft chuckle as you opened the slick covered bottle and gently pressed the opening inside Steve's stretched hole, gently pouring the red wine inside.
"A-ahhh... ahn... Y/n..." whined Steve, accidentally clenching, making some of the liquor drip down his balls.
"Shh, do not clench, stay open." Steve whimpered at your words, trying to hold back the need to clench around the liquor invading his asshole.
You grinned, satisfied, and handed one straw to Peter that he accepted gladly. "Cheers mate." Both of you shoved your straws inside and started to drink the wine directly from Steve's ass. The taste didn't change a lot, maybe a little salty in the end, but still delicious as fuck. "Haaa... so good." You grabbed the bottle and poured more inside, before drinking it with Peter again.
Steve could feel the sucking from the straws right on the gummy walls of his asshole, it felt so strange yet so good. More wine was poured inside him, and he couldn't help but whimper, why was he getting off on this? His cock kept throbbing so excitedly between his trembling legs.
Pour after pours being served, the effects of the alcohol started to hit the three of you already blushing. Steve giggled stupidly as your tongue and Peter's tongue lapped the wine directly from his asshole, the straws long time forgotten as the need for Steve's perfect ass grew more. Tipsy, you three were already tipsy from the alcohol.
You pulled back, satisfied, and giggling a little. Gosh, you maybe drank a little too much, the bottle of wine was already empty.
"Good slut, thank you for the drinks," you said before giving his plump asscheeks a good squeeze.
The next day came, thankfully no hangover took place. Peter woke up from a good nap, feeling energized after last night's interesting activities, you three should do it again soon. The young superhero got in his training clothes and went to the gym of the tower for his morning routine. The floor was oddly silent, having the whole team out for three weeks was so unusual, yet comforting, he can finally enjoy the silence.
Said silence didn't take long to end, as the moment he stepped inside the gym, he was greeted with the sight of a naked captain giving your cock a messy blowjob, cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard on your tasty shaft, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth down on his chin.
You were sitting on a bench, the only thing remaining on your body was your shirt, balls out, hanging between your strong thighs, and cock out just to be covered by a hungry mouth.
"It can't be real," he chuckled as he got closer to you.
"Hmm, morning Spidey... Slept well?" you asked, grinning. A grunt escaped your lips as Steve's tongue bumped under your slit, his mouth felt so good, just as good as last time.
Peter bit his lip, enjoying the sight, he approached you two and undid the front of his pants to pull out his hardening cock, jerking it off slowly.
"Hmm... hmmff..." Steve was busy, focused on suck and savoring your cock. The smell was so strong, you had just finished your working out session and you were sweaty, the smell of your cock and pubs was so strong and it was driving Steve so crazy. He was addicted to your scent. He pulled back for a moment, gasping for air, then dived down to lick and suck your sweaty, smelly balls. "Fuck... oh fuck... smells so good... master..." He was desperate for more. Steve then started to suck on the sides of your shaft, drinking in every drop of pre-cum that was running down the hot length. "Ohh.. oh hmm..."
"Yes, suck it good, slut." Your cock throbbed, content with the non-stopping attention.
With your hand you reached for the bottle of lube that sat on the floor by the side of the bench and opened it before pouring an absurd amount all over Steve's swollen chest.
"You've been playing with your chest in your room, huh? Look at them." You squeezed one of his pecs, he hissed and moaned before pushing forward against your touch. "They're so swollen."
Steve pouted, feeling humiliated from getting caught. What could he say? It felt so good playing with his chest when he missed his masters' touch on his body. "M-master..." You ignored him and proceeded to smear his swollen chest with the lube, leaving it slippery and glistening.
Once done, you rested your hands behind you on the bench. "You know what to do, put that chest of yours to good use."
He immediately moved in position, closer to your crotch between your thighs. He pushed his chest forward and wrapped the soft mounds around your slick covered cock. "Ah..." It felt so hot on his skin, the pre-cum falling right on the flesh also made such a beautiful mess. With both of his hands, he pushed his pecs together to create a tight crevice for your wonderful cock and started to work on it, sliding his chest up and down your shaft, giving you a pec job that would make you feel as good as you did two weeks ago.
You loved the tightness, the warmth. Slowly, you started moving your hips, meeting Steve's thrusting chest halfway. With the wet mess all over his skin, the squelching came back almost in an instant. It was music to your ears.
Steve was, just like last time, lost with the sight of the head of your cock popping from between his pecs. It looked delicious, just like always. He let out a drop of spit fall on the crevice of his chest, joining the wet mess, before reaching with the tip of his tongue the head of your cock to give it a lick. "Hmm..." So salty.
Meanwhile, Peter was enjoying the show, jerking off at the sight of Captain Slut being the slut he truly is.
The thrusts of your hips went faster and deeper to the point Steve could kiss the head of your cock. He was making out with it at his point, french kissing it, tongue swirling around it as if he would never had this opportunity again.
"Ah... what a cockhungry slut you are," you moaned, caressing his sweaty cheek before pushing a thumb inside his mouth, still moving your hips in between his pecs. Steve sucked your thumb hungrily, staring at you with dilated iris', blue eyes full of needy and uncontrolled lust. With one last sigh, you pulled your thumb out and so did the same with your cock, ignoring Steve's whining. You laid down on the bench, staring at the ceiling, ready for your next craving. "Come here," you called. Steve did as told, moving on top of you, ready to ride your cock. He was so excited, cock throbbing and leaking like a broken faucet. But you stopped him right before he could shove your needy cock inside his perfect anus. "Not there, here." You pointed at your face, and you could swear Steve turned completely red.
He moved closer to your face and turned around so he could be facing Peter, and slowly, he sat down on your face, letting out a needy moan the moment he felt your lips on his puckered hole. "Oh... Ohhh fuck..." Steve's hands went to support himself on your chest while yours went to hold his thighs. The urge to grind on your mouth was close to winning in his melted brain. "Ah... please, please..." His back arched violently when your tongue pushed inside his anus, a chocked gasp coming from him when the wet muscle kept going deeper and deeper, forcing itself between the gummy, slick walls.
The explosion of flavors hit your tongue, you sucked, kissing and licked every little spot you could reach. Your hands moved to his asscheeks and gave them a firm squeeze before spanking them.
"Ahn! Haan yes!" Steve bounced a little on your face, fucking himself on your tongue. "More, please sir... give me more..."
Slurp. The suctions could be heard loud and clear as you kept devouring him, with your thumbs you stretched the ring of muscles to push your tongue deeper inside.
"Fuck, so fucking good...." you mumbled before diving in between his cheeks againm, motorboating that perfect treat.
"Aah! Ah! Eat me!" Steve kept whining, pushing his ass further on your face. He was pressing a little too hard, but you couldn't care enough, not when the smell and taste had melted your brain in a puddle of pure unadulterated pleasure.
Your tongue reached the soft mound of muscles where his prostate was hidden, and Steve's thighs trembled violently, his head sent back as he bit his hand hard to prevent a loud cry.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Sir-" he sobbed, his ass bouncing on your face as if your tongue was a dildo. He needed more, he was so close, so fucking close to lose his mind. "Masterrr..."
You pushed him off of your face, and he whined, legs quivering, his hands going to spread his cheeps apart to show you his needy, clenching and hungry hole. "Please sir, please... more..."
"No need to beg me for more, you know I'll give it to you raw and rough," you said, jerking off your painfully hard cock. "Get in position, slut."
Steve nodded eagerly, walking to the near wall, back facing you, back arching to push his plump ass forward. With long strides, you reached him and grabbed aggressively his hips, he moaned, whined, loving the rough treatment. You moved the head of your cock towards the stretched, lewd opened and slowly started to push in. Steve's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt that wonderful pressure going deeper inside him. He couldn't help but push back against you.
"Can't wait, huh?" you asked, amused, and with one harsh pound, you pushed all of your cock inside, going balls deep inside that tight asshole.
"Ahn! Aaah!" His hips jerked as a load of cum spurted out of his hard, needy dick, making a white mess on the wall. Steve sobbed, it felt too good! "Sorry master! Hic... 'm sorry!"
You spanked his ass, and another little spurt of cum came out of his still hard dick. "No need to worry, slut, I'll let you cum as many times as you want today... let's see how much you have stored inside those balls..." With one hand, you reached to fondle with the heavy sack of balls while your hips kept slamming against his ass, your cock hitting that delicious spot so good, so hard.
"Lot of cum... ahn! ah... I have lot of cum..." panted Steve desperately. "Haven't cum once since...nghhh- since last time... wanted to, but I wanted my masters to make me cum hard! My poor balls... wanna cum so bad..."
His words made you small, made your cock jump excitedly inside him. You were going to ruin him. Your hands gripped his hips tightly as you went harder inside him, his walls tightening around your cock as much as they could while your dick rammed inside him. Obscenities kept spilling out of Steve's mouth, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, tongue lolling out like the stupid slut he was for you.
"Who's the biggest slut in the world?" you asked in his ear.
Steve sobbed pathetically. "Me! I'm a big slut... the biggest in the world... I love cock! I love cock so much, gimme more!"
You pushed him away from the wall and picked him up full nelson in your arms, dick still buried deep inside his greedy anus. Your balls hit under his balls with each rough thrust, he bounced on your cock, and his cock was bouncing crazy, leaking pre-cum and cum, making a mess on himself and the floor.
"Ahn! AH! Cock! Luv it...I luf it..." He was beyond stupid now, too drunk on cock.
"Having a blast, Peter?" Peter was jerking off desperately, cock red and hard, leaking pre-cum as well.
"Fuck... fuck... don't stop fucking him, Y/n..." You weren't thinking on stopping anytime soon, not until Steve forgets his own name and the only thing he knows how to do is how to shake that ass to have more cock.
Steve clenched hard again around you, he was close, again?
You grinned. "Come Peter, kneel in front of him..." Peter did as told, kneeling right in front of you, eyes level with that pathetic, bouncing cock of the captain. Your hips moved slower but deeper and harsher, abusing Steve's prostate.
Steve gasped, shit, he was close again, and he couldn't stop it. "No... no... i'm cumming- I'm cumming again...!" With a chocked cry, his cock released another torrent of cum that landed right on Peter's face. Peter opened his mouth, tasting the satly cum. That sight just turned Steve on so much more, his cock spurted another little load, and again, and again. He sobbed. "'M sorry master! A-guuuhhh!! I ca- ah! Can't stop cumming... I can't stop cumming... so much cumm-nhhh!" So good, so, so good!
"You're so needy and dirty, slut." You changed positions again, bending him over the bench before slapping his ass loudly and shoving your cock deep inside without any kindness.
"So needy! So needy!" repeated Steve, not a single thought being formed inside his cute little head.
His ass felt amazing, a little loose now that he was being thoroughly fucked, just the way it needed to be done. You loved seeing your cock coming out and disappearing back inside that, now puffier fat and agape, asshole.
Steve was beyond reasonable, all he could feel was that massive cock destroying his insides, his cock crying for another release, balls clenching and unclenching, wanted to push more cum out. It feels amazing to be a slut, it feels amazing being humiliated, to be disrespected like this. No captain, no sir, he is no one, just an hungry, needy, cockhungry whore for his masters. He sobbed happily as he came again. This is heaven.
"Thank you master... thank you for feeding your slut..."
"We're not done yet, slut."
"Yay.. more cock... so much more..."
You slapped his ass one last time, leaving that once pale skin completely red with the print of your hand. "On your knees now."
He obeyed like a dog and got on his knees facing you, staring up at you with lost eyes full of lust and desire. Peter approached you, and you two started jerking off right on his face. You had so much cum inside your balls, it was hard to hold it in all this time with how greedy Steve's ass was.
"Fuck... oh fuck... open wide, slut..." you grunted out as you felt it coming, and so did Peter.
It took less than five slow pumps for you two to cum all over Steve's face, cum spurting out of your cocks in large quantities. Steve opened wide his mouth, trying to catch every drop he could inside to drink it like needed.
You and Peter were panting, satisfied with the good fuck of today. Both of you stared down at the pathetic mess of Steve, and smirked. "You belong to us, understood, slut?"
Steve nodded with a dumb smile plastered on his face. "Yes... yes sirs." What an honor for him.
The three weeks of mission ended and the team came back, exhausted, but alive. Everyone talked in the living room, some of them sharing the experience to you and Peter.
Steve was an asshole to everyone of them, telling them how they should have finished that mission in less of three weeks if they were sent all together. Nothing too surprising.
However, the team still wasn't used to seeing Steve's "soft spot" for you and Peter.
He approached you two, almost shyly. "Need anything sirs? Maybe a drink... or a snack?" he asked lowly, staring at you with a different light in his eyes compared to the one he had with the other teammates. The team would be staring at him, eyes blown wide. Steve turned to look at him, his mean frown coming back. "What is it with that stupid look on your faces, you all look ridiculous. Mind your fucking business!"
You were thinking on what to answer to his previous question. "Hmm... yes, I want something with you, come." He nodded and followed you with Peter. Without anyone seeing you, the three of you went inside your bedroom.
Once the door locked, you and Peter stood near your bed, facing Steve, and unbuttoned your pants to pull your hard cocks out. Steve didn't need to be told what he had to do, he immediately went on his knees and wrapped his hands around the hard and warm cocks before kissing and licking them hungrily.
"Hmmm... good slut," you praised, to which he whined happily, eyes staring at both of his masters.
"Thank you... thank you sirs..." He sucked under your dicks, on the sack of balls, he jerked you two off at the same time. His mouth wrapped around your cock first, and quickly took it all inside, slightly gagging at first before relaxing his throat and sucking hard on the hot flesh. "Hmm...hmmff... guhh..." He moved his head up and down while his other hand worked on Peter's cock. Saliva started coating your cock, making it slick and almost slippery. Impatience grew on Steve and he started to move his head faster, the head of your cock hitting the back of his throat as he did so. He pulled back with a short gasp, strings of saliva connecting his swollen red lips with your red cock, and changed to Peter's cock, giving him the same treatment.
Both you and Peter grunted in pleasure as Steve did his job. The, blowjobs turned slopper by the time, drool ran down Steve's chin and landed on his clothed chest, forming wet dark spots on his shirt. But Steve couldn't have cared less, these cocks tasted amazing.
He switched back on your cock, panting. "Glllh.. hmm... hmmf! Hmf!" He sucked faster, needier, his lips dragging along your shaft whenever he pulled back. The strings of saliva got thicker and they got smeared all over your dick and his face as he went back to licking under your cock. "Haa... haaa. hmm... slurp... sluurrpp..."
"Haa... needy whore, go back on my cock, I'm close," ordered Peter, and Steve immediately went to suck Peter's cock hungrier than before.
Cum. He wanted that. So much cum.
"Hmm... sluurrpp... haa..." Tears had started to roll down his cheeks without him noticing, he was desperate for more. He kissed the tip of Peter's cock and slapped the length of it on his cheek, saliva and juice coating his face as he nuzzled around the hard cock. "Master... so beautiful... beautiful cock." He took a deep inhale on it, loving the musky scent before going back to sucking him deeply.
Peter grabbed a fistful of the blond's hair and pushed him deeper on his cock as he started to cum torrents and torrents. "Fuuck..." Steve gulped them down, some cum spilling on the corners of his mouth. His blue eyes rolled to the back of his stupid head, brain flooded with cum. Peter pulled his cock out, some cum still spurted out of it and landed on Steve's face.
You didn't let the captain take a breath and shoved your cock in his mouth. "I'm also close, slut! Take it all!" With two harsh sucks of his perfect, flooded and messy mouth, you came hard all over his tongue. Steve chocked and pulled back from the large quantities of cum inside his tired mouth. Strings of cum had now formed, make the mess even more disgusting on him. Amazing! Your cum painted all of his face white, and Steve just received it with a stupid loving smile.
"Thank you sirs... thank you for feeding your slut..."
You just smirked, cock still hard. "We're not done yet..."
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OKAY! So, I made a mistake. I was aiming for 4.6-7k words to make it longer than the first part (4.5k), but from stretching the story, I overdid and achieved 5.3k.
So, to the people who want a similar amount of words or longer, I'll have to refuse. 5.1k+ words are reseved for paid commissions (see my pinned post), this fic was my mistake, I overdid it, so I'm the one at fault, not the requester.
Finally thought of a request for my June 12th birthday fic....
College Teacher Steve Rogers x College Student Male Reader AU
The male reader is a college student at the avengers academy and he is failing and always getting bad grades in one class and it's because he's constantly looking at his professors ass, he can't take his eyes off Steve's big bubble butt so after class Steve asks him to stay after and he starts lecturing him about staring at his ass because of course Steve knows but half way through the lecture he bends over the desk and pulls his pants down showing off his bare big bubble butt and he says if the reader can pound him good and hard then he'll pass him for the year so the male reader pounds him becoming a Dom and destroys his hole half way through he pulls out and tells Steve to get up lay his back on the desk and hold his legs to his chest as he pounds him hard until he cums inside Steve afterward still naked Steve goes to his computer and gives him an A and then asks the male reader if he wants to go on a date and the male reader agrees.
Bottom whiny subby Steve Rogers
Top dom Male Reader
PLEASE MAKE THIS LONG.
𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭
Sub!Bottom Steve Rogers x Dom!Top! Male Reader
content smut, gay sex, anal, oral, ass eating, teacher/student, cremepie, desk sex, ass worship (ish), age gap, dom/sub,
context your professor wants to help you pass his class one way or another
comments Happy Birthday Anon 🎁 hopefully this is to your satisfaction
The day had started out fine. Science with Dr Banner, engineering with Mr Stark, combat training with Ms Romanoff and Mr Barton, World Studies with the Odinson brothers.
You had perfect scores in all your classes, all expect one. History. Not because you didn’t like the class or didn’t understand the class, in fact you loved the subject- you just happened to love the teachers ass more than learning and that’s where you slipped up.
It wasn’t like he made it easy either, with those tight pants and flesh tight shirts he was a walking sex symbol. You were sure he knew of your crush, but with the strict code of teachers fraternising with students you could only stare from afar.
This day was no different, the moment you walked into class he was bent over looking at some papers that were scattered on his desk. One hip was dropped low and one foot was crossed over the other, you nearly fell over the desks walking to your seat.
After your first failed test Professor Rogers had moved you from the back to the front, hoping the move would help you focus instead of whatever it was you were doing before- he had no idea he had given to a front row seat to your favourite show.
His ass.
Now instead of looking at the board your eyes followed him, to the others in the class it looked like you were watching and taking in what he said. Well, everyone but the only other student at the front of the class had no idea.
Peter Parker, known for his remarkable attention to detail, had figured out why you were failing the day you were moved to the front- but like the good friend he had become, he said nothing and instead chose to ignore your lusting and made copies of his notes after class so you had at least something to look at.
It was coming to the end of the class, you had made a few notes whenever Professor Roger’s looked at you directly but other than that you heard nothing he said and had spent yet another class zoned out.
You watched when he wrote in the board how his back muscles would move under his shirt, how he flexed his arms when he was asking a question, and how he would return his shirt in at the front where you could only imagine led to an impression V shape above his public hair.
Your head tilted as you watch him yet again mess with his shirt, your mind wondering to if he was shaved smooth or if he was a little more wild under his clothes. Sure you had seen him outside of school in a T-shirt, but with his light hair it was hard to see if he was a hairy man or if it was shaved.
You let out a disgruntled noise by accident, the class silenced. Professor Rogers turned around to look at you, and within two strides he was stood in front of you staring down at you with a disappointed look.
“Something wrong?” He asked. Arms crossed over his chest, making it look much bigger and a whole lot more inviting than he probably intended.
Your hand shot to your lap, shoving your growing erection down as you turned in your chair away from the class. Face bright red as you stared back at him, your neck was hot and your heart was hammering in your chest.
You straighten in your chair. “No sir.”
He looked you over, a strange look passed in his eyes before he huffed softly. “See me after class.”
You let out a quiet breath as he went back to teaching, your heart was thundering in your ears and you could hardly concentration on him never mind the class at how much blood had rushed to your dick.
The last few minutes ticked by agonisingly slowly, but you were also greatly for it. Not looking forward to the scolding you were about to get, one hand gripped the pen in your hand and the other was clenched within in the fabric of your hoodie as you stared at the somewhat blank paper before you.
Evenly the bell rang, jerking you from your own mind back to reality you saw people around you start to pack their things away and slowly joined them.
Still sat in your chair you could feel the fabric of your boxers chafing against your erection, your eyes met with Peter as he gave you a smile and tutted before glancing at your problem area. You rolled your eyes at him, shoving your books into your bag.
“Have a good night everyone.” Professor Rogers said.
Walking back to his desk and tidying up his paper you stayed seated, knowing he would want to come over and talk in his own time.
So you watched as your classmates left the room, some talking between themselves as others scuttled out quickly to get a seat in the buss while they could.
When the class was empty Professor Roger’s walked to the door, he took a quick look around before closing it softly and clicking the lock into place.
Odd. You thought, but didn’t give at second thought as he came to sit in the seat next to you. His legs spread wide, not that he could keep them closed with his muscular he was.
He leant forward towards you, his elbows on his knees as he looked into your eyes. “I’m not going to sugar coat this,” he started.
“You’re falling behind, and if we don’t do something to get your grade up you’ll end up failing the whole course and I know neither one of us wants that.”
You look to your hands, hoping they would help you in this awkward situation.
“If only we could get to the bottom of what was distracting you so much, maybe then we could get your grades up.”
You took a glance at his face, and his eyes were clouded. You didn’t know if he had something else on his mind or if he was truly confused to why you were failing, which was cute in a way.
You didn’t know what to say. I mean, how do you explain to your teacher that the reason you’re doing so bad is because you can’t stop thinking about what he’d be like in bed.
You just shook your head, hoping he would leave it at that. But he wasn’t satisfied. He stood from the chair and came to stand in front of you, arms crossed again as he stared down at you.
“This isn’t going to end well for you if you don’t give me a good explanation for not doing a shred of work.”
You sit back in the chair, shoulders slumped and hands clenched together as you shrug.
You hear him sigh, a forceful noise that came from his chest. “For god sake boy, why won’t you admit you stare at my ass for an hour and then take advantage and Mr Parker’s generosity for the notes YOU should have taken.”
Your jaw clenches, a sharp pain stabs at your chest as you glare up at him. “Peter is my friend, I do not take advancing him- wait, what did you say?”
He smirked, his arms lowering to his slacks pockets as he walks backwards to his desk. When his legs bump into it, he sits down. Still staring at you, still with a damn sexy smirk on his pretty mouth.
“I said,” his hands move to his belt buckle, “Why won’t you admit you stare at my ass for an hour?”
He pulls his belt out of the loops, discarding it to the side as he pulls open the top button of his slacks and slowly teasing the zipper down. Your eyes followed the motion, your younger darted out to wet your lips before your mouth hung open in anticipation.
“If you don’t admit it, you don’t get it.”
Your eyes snap up to meet his, lust and desire dancing their way through them as he bit his lip and stood up. He pushed his pant over his ass and let them fall to the floor, he used one hand to grope his cock as the other slid under the band of his boxers towards his ass.
He kicked off his slack and turned around, looking back towards you as he leaned over his desk. His forearms resent in the top as his back arched, he shook his ass slightly as he looked at you.
“Do you want this?” He asked seductively.
You nod so fast your neck clicked, you stood up quicker and pulled off your hoodie and T-shirt and threw it to the floor with his belt and pants.
You look over his form, not really believing this was really happening. “I’ve wanted you from the day I first walked in here.” You admit, your gazed locked on his face as he smiles back at you.
He reachers behind himself, using his bulging biceps he tears his boxers down the seam. Showing his perfect ass off, your hands jerk forward and take over. You yank the torn fabric down his thighs, kneeling before his thighs you stare up at him.
His ass was fucking beautiful from this angle, those perfect curves and smoothness made your mouth water. His cock wasn’t massive, and his balls didn’t hang low but you weren’t bothered by that.
He finds your eyes. “If you can fuck me good enough to make me forget my name, I’ll pass you for this whole course.”
Your grin was enough of an answer, and soon your hands were squeezing and groping at his bubble butt, kneading it in your hands as you watch as it wobbled when you let go and how it stretched when you parted his cheeks.
Finally you got your answer, he was smooth from top to bottom. His legs were hairless and his hole was pristine, as if he knew this would be happening today of all days.
That gave you a thought. “You need me to prep you or are you slutty enough that you knew you’d get me naked today, Professor?”
“There’s lube in my top draw.” He laughed, looking down at you before nodding up towards his desk.
You raise back up, walking around his desk you open the top and draw and right there was a bottle of lube and a box of condoms.
You raise an eyebrow as you look at him, from his bent over position he actually looked innocent until you saw his lack of pants.
“Can’t blame a guy for being prepared.”
You take the lube but leave the condoms. “You want me to fuck you, fine, but I’m not wearing a damn condom.”
Something small changed then, in both you and him. He nodded quickly, watching as you came to stand back behind him. Listening to the faint sound of clothes being taken off and discarded, his mind went elsewhere as he laid his head on his hands.
He looked over his shoulder at you, seeing you stood naked popping the seal of the new bottle before generously coating your fingers to prep him. A whimper left his throat as you moved closer, you look up at him with a calm smile.
“Gonna be good for me, Professor?” You asked.
He nodded. “But call me Steve, I don’t wanna be the boss right now. Want you to make me yours, Sir.”
The last part made you freeze for a second, your slick fingers made contact with his hole. Smoothing out the thick liquid as he leant down to rest on his arms as he let you guide.
Having practically given you control over him, you could feel yourself slipping into the dominant persona you knew too well. You press against his side, cock hard and aching against his arm, you lean into his ear as your fingers slowly penetrate his ass.
“You’ll be agreeing to be my whore before you know it.”
Steve groaned, a low noise that vibrated through his body as he pressed his forehead into his arms when two thick fingers twisted inside him agonisingly slowly.
You watched his face as you fucked his ass with your fingers, deliberately taking your time and rotating your hand to keep his off guard and on his toes to what was next.
You watched as he came apart with just one hand, his lips were parted and his hands had turned to balls as he stood like a champ taking what you gave him.
While one hand was busy stretching him open you used your other to play with yourself, even either how attractive the muscular man below you coming undone was you needed to stoa little extra.
Steve kept his eyes shut as his hips rocked back onto your hand, but every time he tried to push back to get more you would pull away until he calmed down again.
After the third time of backing away from his greedy hole he opened his eyes to look up at you, blue eyes brimming with frustrated tears as he pants softly.
You could feel your whole body shudder at the pathetic whine that came from him, his voice was quiet and shaky as he begged, “Please fuck me, I don’t care if it hurts just need you inside me.”
You slowly pulled your hand away from his ass, your eyes never left his and those bright blues lit up when he felt what you had done. You used your discarded shirt to wipe the excess off your hand, before stepping to the side and grabbing the base of your cock.
“Get on your knees for me,” You said. Steve practically fell over himself trying to get down, with a huff and a soft thud he was knelt between your legs staring up at your cock.
Completely ignoring you his eyes were fixated on your thick package, he looked at you once but not for long before his lips parted and took the head into his drooling mouth.
A low groan left you as his soft lips sucked you in further, the length of your shaft was being hugged by his mouth and pretty soon his throat as his chin came to rest on your balls.
He had managed to take your entire length in one, not once coughing or gaging as he looked up at you for approval. You reached one hand down, softly cupping his face before you slid it around to the back of his head.
Your hand tangled into his hair, gripping tightly and yanking him off your cock, a trial of drool was left as you forced him to look at you.
“I didn’t say you could taste me yet.”
A look of shock crossed his face before it was replaced with desire, Steve could feel himself let go and slip into the comfort of his sub space. He knew he could trust you, even in the small amount of time you had he was allowing you the power over him.
“I’m sorry Sir, just wanted to please you.”
You tut, bringing your other hand to his face you squeeze his cheeks. “You please me by listening to me.” He tried to nod, but the grip you had on his hair and face made it hard.
“Now be good and open your mouth.” He did as he was told, with his tongue stuck out and mouth opened wide you use your free hand to smack the tip of your cock against his tongue and face.
You made sure he was looking at you before saying, “You need a break you tap my thigh, you understand?”
“I understand.”
The ache in your balls was all you needed to feel before you thrust into his mouth, forcing him to take the whole thing you kept his head still as you fucked his face.
Long but soft thrusts into his sucking mouth, his face pressed against your pubes you watched as his eyes filled with tears again but not once did he tap out.
The sight of him chocking on your cock sent a shiver up your spine and a tingling to your pelvis, and even though you could have had him there for hours you knew you only had so much time before other teachers came looking for him so you needed to make the most of it.
Letting go of his hair he looked up at you, face still buried in your crotch he suckled softly as you smiled down at him. The occasional hiss leaving your lips when he used teeth, and a moan of pleasure every so often as he closed his eyes and used his throat to try and get you off.
“Easy.” You groaned. Pulling him away from you, you point to the desk. “Bend over, we don’t have much time and I’m not leaving here until you’re begging and dripping with my cum.”
He crawled from the floor to his desk, before he bent over he pulled his shirt off and threw it to the floor, when his arms were laid out on the desk he looked back to watch you walk over to him.
He loved the confidence in how you walked, it was one of the things that had attracted him to you in the first place. The amount of nights he spent alone in his bedroom fucking himself with a dildo because he caught you staring was embarrassing, and the shame of thinking about a student that way only made him cum harder and more explosive.
You couldn’t believe you were finally here. Stood behind your professor about to fuck him silly, and he wanted it. He actually wanted you to fuck him so good he forgot his own name, god knows how long he’d been having the same fantasies you had but that’s over now.
Now you let your cock guide the way, the hard muscle bobbing as you walked closer. The tip pushing against the flesh of his ass as you close the distance, the sharp pleasure when it slips off and lands on his crack.
His hips slowly grinding to try and get you where he desperately wanted, just managing to capture your tip in his cheeks before it slipped out again.
“Show me where you want me.”
His hand came around quick, taking ahold of you by the base he guided your leaking cock to his clenching hole. Using both his hand and his hips he finally caught it right, pushing your head into his tight ring made you both moan.
He pushed back slowly, legs opening more to let you step between them, his head resting on his arms as he whimpered at the feeling of you pushing inside.
Your hands laid on his hips pulling him a little faster, the snug feeling wrapped around the head of your dick as you finally pushed past the ring of flesh and into the gummy walls of his ass.
You pulled him flush against you, his perfect bubble but squashed against you almost had you cumming on the spot. Those two globes wrapped so perfectly around your throbbing cock, your hands rub slow circles on his lower back as he relaxes into the feeling.
You deliver a sharp slap across both his cheeks, watching as it jiggles at the impact, then your hands go back to his waist to pin him to the desk. His feet slide against the carpeted floor, taking him lower to your level.
You take the opportunity to fuck him, hard. Pulling half way out and fucking back to the base over and over, his round ass bouncing and wobbling from your rough thrusts it sounded like he was applauding you.
His head was hid in his neck, and his hands were gripped onto the other side of his desk. Nails scratching the dark oak wood, and his back arched trying to keep up with your pace.
Staring at his ass was mesmerising, but you wanted to watch his pretty face as he came. Pulling out you heard a pathetic whimper leave him, his eyes glossy and pouted lips as he looked back almost had you pushing back into him but you ignored that.
“Turn yourself around, want you sat on that desk for me.”
He takes a second to register, still a little dazed from the rough pounding he nods and stumbles to his feet. Turning himself around he scoots onto the desk, laying himself back he opens his legs as an invite.
You’re quick to move between them, grabbing his cock and squeezing gently. A high pitched squeal leaves his lips and his eyes widen and stare right at you, his lips parted as his breath comes out as deep panting.
“You gonna be a good boy for me?”
He nods.
“You gonna cum when I say?”
Another nod.
“You gonna be my little play thing whenever I want you to be?”
“Yes.” It was almost a shout with how loud he answered, his hips thrust upwards into your hand trying to get some kind of stimulation.
Standing between his legs you take his ankles and lay them over your shoulders, then taking your own cock into your hand you search between his legs for his sweet hole.
Steve’s eyes never left your face, he watched as you guided yourself into his hole. He watched as your face scrunched slightly as your tip slipped inside, and how your mouth parted as you sunk lower into his ass.
You take a moment to take in the feeling of his pulsating ass, memorising the way he laid out on his desk for you. So desperate and needy just for you, you wanted to have that memory burned into your memory.
“Please,” he begged. “Please fuck me.”
A strangled moan left his lips as you slowly pulled out, and a loud noise left as you thrust back inside faster. He leans his head back, almost falling off the desk as you fuck him harder. Your thrusts jolting his body and the slick of the lube made it so easy to use him however you wanted.
Whine after whine left him at your brutal pace, but as you said, “You asked for this, you wanted me to fuck you until you forgot your name.”
“So big,” he whined again, his hands coming between his thighs to grab his cock. Stoking himself in time with your thrusts, you could see his balls contract.
“Gonna cum already?” You mocked. “You like when your student fucks your ass?”
His fave flushed red, he used his spare hand to cover his face. Embarrassment shot through his body, the dirty feeling he felt when he was alone tingled in his body.
You just smiled before watching your cock fun in and out of him, the sight was beautiful. His thick ass spread so deliciously for you, his body yours for the taking.
You lean down over his body with his legs still over your shoulders, trapping his hand against your stomach as your hip moves slowly now.
You whisper in his ear, “Cum for me Professor.”
A long rough moan left his body as his balls drew up to his body and his cock spurted all over your chest. His orgasm shook his body, pathetic whiners left him as he trembled on the desk under you.
Before he could recover you lean back up, chest sticky with his first load you fuck into him again. Going back to your rough rhythm you watched as his eyes closed and started to water, crying from overstimulation of your long cock bullying his prostrate over and over.
Time seemed to blur together as you watched your once put together professor come undone on your cock, loud slapping echoed through the classroom as he cried and moaned your name over and over.
You were so close to your release when he gasped out a “cumming” before shooting another load up his chest, the thick stings covered his chest as his body shook with pleasure.
His clenching hole was what tipped you over the edge, your cock was deep inside him. Your thighs flush against his ass, you felt the pressure release the minute his legs tensed against your body.
Your load spurted deep in his ass, filling him to the brim as you laid panting. Your body was burning, sweat covered the both of you as you stood there. His legs still over your shoulders, and your softening cock still lodge inside.
“That was fantastic,” he gasped. “Fuck, I’ve never felt so good in my life.”
You slowly pull out, lowering his legs to the floor and helping him stand up. The two of you stood naked, staring at one another as the silence covered the air. He was the first to break, a grin spread across his face as he walked around to his desk.
Leaning down to his computer he tapped a few buttons, clicked the mouse, and stood back up to meet your eyes.
“Congratulations, you just passed my class.”
You laugh at that, picking up your shirt you run it over your body to damped the sweat. “You pass all your students like that?”
He cocked his head, walking back around the desk to stand beside you. “Only the ones I catch staring at my ass.”
He lent in first, catching your lips in a brief kiss before pulling away again. “Wanna go on a date sometime?” He asked.
Nah I guess I'll just do a regular Male x Male Reader.
Drew Devlin x Male Reader (Chris Evans character from the movie Honey Don't)
The Male Reader is a detective looking into the cult and visits Drew but Drew just dodged every question and even flirts a little like he does. So the male reader leaves and decides to come back at night and sneak in and look around but he enters Drews room and is caught eye to eye shocked to see him in nothing but a jockstrap so Drew confronts him but The male reader gets hard and they fuck drew gets on his knees and the male reader says 'down you go' and pushes him down onto his cock and face fucks him then he goes to fuck him drew starts to take off the jockstrap but the male reader tells him to leave it on so he does and gets on his hands and knees as the male reader pushes him face first ass up into the bed and he grabs his hands and puts them behind his back and starts pounding him until he cums then he tells Drew they're not done so he lays down and Drew rides him until he cums in his jockstrap untouched and the male reader cums in his ass again and drew lays on him catching his breath and the male reader makes a deal with him saying if drew stops the shady stuff he'll come and fuck him everyday day as long as drew wears the jockstrap and drew happily agrees as he falls asleep on his chest cum leaking out of his ass.
Happy birthday in advance to dear Anon
A good deal
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Bottom character. Bottom Drew Devlin. Top Male Reader. Both character and reader have a cock. Sex with plot. Is this considered dub-con? Huh.
Bottom! Drew Devlin x Top! Detective! Male Reader
It isn't uncommon to find crimes in the world, even less here in the United States of America, and definitely less in the state of California.
The coffee you were drinking wouldn't be enough to remove the headache you had from knowing that your next case was a possible cult. You didn't mind religious people, everyone had their own beliefs, and you were no one to judge, however, you did have a problem with people who took advantage of people's beliefs to do their little illegal activities behind the curtain. Your assistant gave you the documents of the case, and from your chair, you looked at it as if it was the most pitiful thing you've ever seen.
"What's this?" you ask, half-empty mug of the darkest coffee you could find in the grocery shop still in your hand and the answer to your question already in your mind. The documents were on your desk, untouched by you, yet seeming threatening somehow.
"The Four Way Temple case, sir, we've received calls about them and the chief wants us to investigate them," replied your assistant.
You closed your eyes, a defeating sigh escaping your lips. This one was going straight to the top ten worst cases the chief has ever given you. With a lazy hand, you grabbed the folder full of papers and started to take a look at the information. "Drugs... Drugs ... And more drugs, why am I not surprised?" Your assistant shrugged. You read a little deeper, and found out there was a case of, probably, murder of a young woman. You closed the folder and stood up. "Alright, when are we going?" The answer that you expected to receive was something like, maybe next week, or minimum tomorrow.
"Right now, sir." But of course, things hardly go the way you want them to go.
While on the way towards the cult's location, you were reading the files that were given to you before leaving. The Four Way Temple, religious cult, leader's name Reverend Drew Devlin who's the one to be suspected to lead these illegal activities. Again, not really surprising, he is actually a sex addict, or something like that, who finds pleasure in laying around with the followers of his church, leading to orgies when no one is looking.
Is the sex at least good? You asked yourself sarcastically.
The car stopped, you walked out and observed your surroundings, before deciding you had enough and wanted to get done with this case as soon as possible. You went inside the "church", and it seems you just came in the middle of mass. At the last few rows of seats, you decided to sit and observe from afar, silent, listening to whatever was going on. At the altar, there stood a rather young man, preaching.
"And we serve the will of God, and to do that correctly, you need to worship me. I, who was sent by God himself." You weren't truly listening to his words, you weren't passionate about bullshit, you clearly stood out from everyone else though. Every single member in the church was wearing a white tunic, meanwhile, you were dressed like someone who just left their bed. Your chief would have complained to you for your clothes for today. So that's Drew Devlin, and obviously, he has noticed your presence from the way he gave you a little smirk from the altar.
The mass ended quite fast, and as people were leaving, you stood up from your seat and approached the alter where the priest was, talking to some f0llowers who seemed quite moved from his words. You waited until he was free, and he couldn't stop giving glances at you, that cocky smirk still adorning his lips. Once he was left alone, he approached you, arms wide open.
"To who do I have the honor to talk with? A possible new member?" he asked, excited.
"Good evening Mr Devlin, Detective Y/n, nice to meet you." You extended your hand at him, to which he took it and shook it politely.
"Y/n, it is nice to meet you. What did you think of today's mass? Interested in joining our big family?" His cheerful voice was slightly annoying to you, you didn't understand why exactly, maybe just another mood you were going through.
You shook your head, still serious, tired too. "No, but thank you for the kind offer. Mr Devlin, may I ask you some questions in private?"
The priest chuckled. "Like what? Am I single?"
Not funny. "About Mia, one of your followers." Drew's smile quickly faded, before coming back with less energy than before.
"Sure, please, follow me to my office." You did, your eyes observing the place as Drew took you to the back of church. After some minutes walking and Drew trying to convince you into joining the church, you finally got inside his office. Good amount of space, nice view outside, well organized, things didn't seem off aside from Drew himself. He removed his priest's tunic, put it carefully inside a wardrobe before walking towards the desk, standing on the otherside face to face with you. "Please Y/n, take a seat."
You sat on one of the chairs that were in front of his desks and put a leg over the other. "So, I guess you have heard about the incident with Mia."
Drew grimaced and nodded. "Yes, it is truly unfortunate, she was a good girl."
"Mhm, right, so she did come to this church then," you clarified, waiting for a proper confirmation.
"We didn't see her too much around here, but I can certainly say that I would love to see you more often, Y/n," he said with a cocky smile.
You didn't find him charming at all. "When was the last time you saw her?"
Drew leaned on his chair. "You're asking me about the past, but not about the present or future, I'd love to talk about a future where I can see a handsome man like you."
"Sir, we're talking about a possible homicide." He was hitting a nerve already.
"I know, and I absolutely respect the amazing and important job you're doing, but I'd love to talk more about it over a drink with you." At the last part of his sentence, his tone had lowered down into a more flirty voice, obviously not interested in the important subject of now.
You forced a smile, talking with this man was pointless. "Thank you for your time, Mr Devlin, please, contact me when you have something important to share." You gave him your card with your personal number and the number of the police station you worked at.
Drew gladly took it, and still holding eye contact with you, he said, "I surely will."
You knew it was pointless to talk with Drew for hints about Mia's death, but you also knew he was suspicious from the way he kept avoiding your questions with flirty remarks. You sat waiting in the car for the sun to set down, giving way to the night. As people kept leaving the building, the lights inside were turning off one by one. When you were sure no one was there aside from the person you were looking for, you got out of your car and walked towards the entrance. The doors were locked, shit, you looked around, windows seemed to be locked too. You walked around the building and went up a fence to jump to the other side, you later found a slightly open door not so far, bingo. Quietly hurrying towards the door, gun in your hand, loaded and with safety off, you sneaked inside the place, making sure no one was around to spot you.
It was oddly quiet inside, couldn't hear much aside from the vents working. You kept walking, careful with your steps, until you heard someone humming a song two rooms down the hall. You recognized that voice, tightening the grip on your gun, you approached slowly.
You noticed the dim lights inside the room, and with a deep breath, you kicked the door open and hurried inside, gun pointing at Drew.
"Hands up!" you shouted, but your breath got caught when your eyes registered the surroundings and the man that was standing in front of you.
Drew stood there, half naked, wearing nothing but a white jockstrap. He slowly turned around, hands up. "Could you at least knock on the door first?" he asked, pretending to be annoyed. "Detective Y/n, I thought you were better than this, how unprofessional, I will press charges on you for invasion of privacy." You weren't listening to him, your eyes scanning his athletic body up and down and then focused only on that jockstrap.
You tilted your head to take a better view of his white, exposed cheeks and unconsciously bit the bottom lip of yours.
Of course you had to be gay.
Drew clearly noticed the way you were staring at him, hungrily, and for a moment he was concerned, frowning at you. "Detective Y/n?" he called you, but you didn't answer.
You lowered your gun and put it back in your belt, then adjusted your pants to make your hard erection less painful.
"Mr Devlin," you called, now staring right at his eyes. "You are in so much trouble." You didn't let Drew react or say a word before you approached him, grabbed him by his shoulders and forced him on his knees, eye level with your crotch.
"Wait, wait let's talk abou-" You didn't let him finish, his words didn't matter, not even when you pushed his face on your crotch, grinding your hips against him. "Hmmf!"
"Mr Devlin, you should have cooperated when I gave you the chance." Drew's muffled words just turned you on even more, seeing him blushing, trying to pull back from your hard, clothed cock. "I know of your business, Devlin, the drugs and all, but you're also a suspect linked to the case of Mia..." With a fistful of his hair, you yanked him back and with your free hand you unbuttoned your pants and pulled out your big, fat and hard cock.
Drew's eyes widened at the sight, your cock throbbed at his attention. "Wait-"
Who cares of what he has to say?
"Down you go." You pushed him right back on your crotch, but he didn't open his mouth, your hot shaft sliding and grinding on his cheek. You looked down on him, a little annoyed that he wasn't giving you head. "Come on, Drew." You grabbed your cock and pushed the tip against his lips. "You're clearly a lover of sex, be nice to me." Drew gave up, his lips gave way to your cock and he gagged at first when the head of your cock hit the back of his throat. "Fuck yessss ..." The warmth of his mouth was ideal for you, it felt so good, especially with the way he was gagging around you. "Take a deep breath." You pushed him closer to you, burying his nose in your pubs.
Drew's hands went to the back of your thighs. He worked so hard to relax his throat, but damn, you were so big. You pulled back completely, leaving him gasping for air.
"Fuck..." Drew gasped, trying to catch some air in his lungs. He never expected to be found in this situation, kneeling before you, mouth full of your cock. Delicious, big cock.
"If you don't want me to shove my cock that hard again, you better start working," you said with little care, slapping his cheek gently with the length of your cock.
His blue eyes were on you before lowering back down on your shaft. He couldn't deny it, he was turned on.
"Never thought you'd be such a pervert, detective," he said, less threateningly and more seductive as he licked your cock from your balls to the very tip, all while keeping eye contact with you.
"Look who's talking." Once again, you pushed your cock inside his mouth, but this time, Drew took it better, bopping his head all along your shaft, taking in the salty taste of the warm skin and pre-cum that was starting to leak right on his tongue.
It felt good, really good, but not amazing. Not when he was taking his sweet time.
You slowly moved you hips, hoping to enhance the pleasure. Drew was a little taken aback, but didn't complain, too busy sucking you off.
"Hmmf... hmm..." His tongue swirled around your shaft, pressing on each vein and hitting under the slit of your dick. Saliva and juice coated your shaft, and some of it has started to slip past the corners of the priest's mouth, drooling all the way down his chin, on his naked chest and right on the floor.
Messy.
"Oh Drew, I thought you'd be better at this," you said, falsely dissapointed, before grabbing with both of your hands Drew's head to stabilize it for you, so you could fuck him like the fleshligh he was to you. The thrusts of your hips were brutal against his mouth, Drew closed his eyes tight, trying to keep his gagging reflex in control, but it was so hard when you kept hitting the back of his throat again and again. Meanwhile, you were having such a great time, your head tilted back as you moaned. "Fuck... haaa... aah... yes."
"Ghh... ghugh... hmmf.. gllgh..." Drew couldn't think straight, it's like you were mind fucking him. His lips were swollen around your hard cock, his tongue laid flat inside his mouth as you kept violating his mouth. So brutal. And yet so good.
"Having fun down there?" you chuckled, now holding the back of his head with one hand as you kept fucking him. Some tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to keep up with you, but you never paused for him.
You could feel your balls grow heavier with the cum ready to shoot out of your cock. Not wanting to end the fun so soon, you pulled your cock out, it slipped smoothly out of Drew's mouth with a wet pop and a soft gasp from him. He immediately went to kiss your balls, sucking one of your testicles before releasing it gently.
Drew stared up at you with waiting eyes, wanting to know what you were going to do next.
And you knew what you wanted to do next, you knew it the very moment you saw that perfect ass exposed.
"On the bed," you ordered.
Drew immediately hurried towards the bed, but as he made his way on top of the mattress, you noticed his hands reach the hem of his jockstrap, ready to pull it down. You quickly stopped his movements. The priest turned around, confused.
"That stays on, handsome," you said with a smirk.
"Shit, you're into that?" It wasn't a complain, he was just surprised, gladly surprised. He positioned on his hands and knees, you approached him from behind and reached a hand to push his head against the mattress while bringing his hips higher to meet your crotch.
You moved your hands to his ass, gave his plump cheeks a harsh spank and then pulled them apart. What a nice view, a puffy hole, clenching and uncleaching around nothing, yet it didn't seem tight as fuck, it looked a little loose. The corners of your lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Dirty, naughty bitch, you like it from behind too?"
"I won't say no to a gorgeous woman wanting to pound me," he said, breathless.
"Mhm, good point I guess." You spat on his hole and shoved two fingers in.
Drew's back arched as he let out a surprised moan. "Fuck! You don't waste time.. huh?"
No answer came from you, you just fingered his ass roughly, impatient, wanting to already shove your cock inside him and pound him without any type of control.
Soft moans escaped the lips of the priest as you scissored him open and pushed your fingers knuckle deep inside his perfect ass.
"God is good for sending that perfect ass my way," you mumbled to yourself before pulling your fingers out, sucking them clean and shoving them back in.
"Ah... ahn... St-stop, just put it in already," whined Drew.
For the first time, you agreed with him on the fact it was already time to fuck him stupid with your cock. You slowly removed your fingers just to torture him and also to enjoy a bit more of that warmness and wetness around them. Once out, you didn't waste a second to shove your cock all the way in, balls deep, in one harsh pound.
"AHN! Ah..! Ah fuck... couldn't have.. ungh... so big, couldn't have been more gentle?" So whiny.
"Shut it." The way he was tightening his asshole around your shaft made your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure bliss, so warm and wet. Your hips had already set a rather fast pace, Drew's asscheeks bounced with each thrust whenever they went in contact with your hips.
Drew was loving it, eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling so full with your cock. Feeling how you hit every right spot and rubbed his prostate. He loved it, he loved it so much.
"Yes... yes.. more..." he mumbled against the sheets of the bed, words slurry and he let you use his body however he wanted.
Your eyes were glued on the sight of your cock disappearing inside his ass and coming out glistening with ass juice and saliva. Wet sounds could be heard with each one of your thrusts, so disgusting but so satisfying at the same time. You leaned closer on his back as you kept pounding him, the clapping of skins accompanied to the moans of Drew just made you eager to cum inside him, bury every drop of your sperm in his guts.
"Drew... shit, your ass feels amazing," you whispered against the sweaty skin of his back before kissing it softly.
"Ah.. ah... so good, fuck, your cock feels so good!" he cried with a dumb smile plastered on his lustful expression. "Give me more...!"
"Hungry slut..." Your grip on his hips tightened before increasing the pace of your thrusts, they turned into faster and harsher pounds, making sure to hit deep inside him.
Drew's thighs quivered, close to giving up.
"Uhn! Ah! Oh... oh fu-ah!" His hands greeped the sheets while he bit on it too. He pushed his ass closer to you, wanting to receive everything, as much as he could. You smirked, grabbing his wrists and pulling them on his back as you fucked him harder for some thrusts, making him yelp and moan loudly.
Saliva and ass juice coated on your pelves and between the priest's cheeks with each passing moment, enhancing the experience as it worked like a type of lube.
The pressure on your lower abdomen became heavier as you went harder and harder on him, giving you the hint that you were close to orgasming inside that man. Inside the person you're supposed to arrest. Why was that so hot to you?
You grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him to look at you over his shoulder so you could kiss him deeply, pushing your tongue inside his mouth by force, fighting his tongue. When you pulled back, you sucked on his tongue and bit it softly. "Still think you're sent by a divine being?" He couldn't say anything, he just whined pathetically.
"Just ruin me... haa.. ah! Ahn! Fuck I'm so close..." Drew's cock was hard as a rock inside his ruined jockstrap, a dark spot from all the pre-cum he leaked could be seen at the front of the white fabric, stretched by the obvious erection.
"Hang on a little more, I'm also close..." It was building up inside you. As you kept pounding him, your cock slipped out accidentally right when your first orgasm came, flooding his insides so well even though that sensation of fulfillment didn't take long to end as cum started to drool out of his hole the moment your shaft went out, and Drew didn't lose time to whine about it.
"Nonono, put it back in... put in back in fucking please!"
You were about to put your cock back inside his stretched, sloppy and ruined hole, but another idea came to your mind. "Stop whining, we're not done yet." Moving to his side, you laid down on your back on the mattress and pulled him by his arm on top of you. "Come and get it yourself."
With messy movements, Drew sat on top of you and reached for your cock under him.
"This is the best sex I've received so far..." he panted, excited to use your cock as a dildo. Slowly, he impaled himself on your shaft, moaning lowly as he took you deeper inside him. "Ahn...ah..." Your hands moved to his hips, helping him grind on top of you. "Yes...oh yes..." Little bounces started to make their presence known, they started weak as Drew was growing used to the new angle that somehow, made your cock reach newer spots inside hit hot gummy walls. "I wanna cum... I really wanna cum," mumbled Drew weakly, bringing his hands on your chest. "More of your cum, please give me more of your cum."
"Already so hungry.. haa..." Your cock was still hard, very hard, you knew another load was coming from your part from the way you felt another pressure on your lower abdomen build faster than the first orgasm.
Your eyes observed the handsome man bouncing on top of you, sweating profoundly, blushing, with lips parted as obscene moands kept coming out with each bounce of his hips on your cock. Then your eyes lowered down, passing down his toned torso, and stopping at the tent of his jockstrap, the dark spot was large by now, leaving the fabric soaked and clinging on the hard shaft hiding under it. Drew's cock bounced with eachone of his thrusts, so hypnotizing.
"Will you let me cum?" Him asking permission to cum wasn't part of your plans, but you liked it, you liked having control over him.
"Maybe."
He sobbed. "I don't think I can resist much longer...ah! a-ahh..." Drew's nails dug on your skin, leaving red marks, but not enough for you to start bleeding. "Shit-! I need to cum, please!"
So desperate to cum, and yet so obedient, is that what you receive for giving him good sex? "On one condition."
Drew dropped his hips on your cock, the tip of it hitting his prostare, almost pushing him to the very limit. His mind was foggy with pleasure, but he had to listen to you. "What? Fuck... tell me what..."
You pulled on the string of his jockstrap before releasing it, letting the fabric slap his pale skin. Drew yelped, his clothed cock throbbed angrily. "You have to cum in your underwear."
The priest wasn't very surprised, but wasn't sure if that would be comfortable to do. "What- no... haa!" You squeezed his thigh.
"That's the only condition, otherwise, I'll just pull out."
He clenched around you, stealing a moan from you. "Not close to being fair..."
"I make the rules, I can always arrest you right now."
Drew groaned, he didn't really care about being arrested at that moment, he just wanted to cum, find that bliss he was searching for. With a pathetic whine, he bounced faster on your cock, his hole sucking you back in everytime he lifted his hips.
You were dangerously close now, but didn't want to cum for a second time right before him. No, you had to resist.
"You're close too, huh?" Gasped Drew. "I can feel it inside me... gosh, I want that load..."
He gave three last harsh thrusts of his hips, before leaning down to kiss you, mufflinf his loud moan as he came undone inside the soaked fabric of his underwear. His cock jumped with each spurt of cum, some passing through the fabric, joining the sticky, wet mess of pre-cum, cum and other fluids that was coated between you two.
His hole clenched deliciously tight around your sensitive shaft, winning your second load. Another flood of cum invaded Drew's ruined hole, the man cried on your lips as he felt himself get so full again. "Don't pull back! Ngh-! Don't- haaa!" Tired, he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
You just laid there, with a satisfied grin. "Liked our little session?" you asked.
"Uh-huh..."
A soft chuckle escaped your lips. "Then let me offer you a good deal..." With these initial words, you caught his attention. He sat back, staring down at you, attentive to what you had to say. "Stop the drug stuff, in fact, stop anything that would put you right behind bars, yeah? And in exchange, I'll come every day to give you some real good sex." At your last words, you spanked the bubble butt of his, leaving a red mark on the soft flesh.
"Ah! Ah shit... yes... yes, whatever you say, just give me that cock."
"Good... oh, and don't forget to keep wearing jockstraps, that's your ticket for a good night. No jockstrap, no sex."
"Yes! Yes... everything for you." He leaned down to kiss you, this time more gentle, needing some love now. Exhaustion overtook him, he nuzzled comfortably on your chest, head on your shoulder, and slowly drifted to sleep. You slowly pulled out your cock from his gaped ass, cum started to slip down between his cheeks.
There was one question stuck in your mind now; what were you going to report to your chief now?
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I've never seen the movie, just some reviews (holy cow, that movie was pretty much hated) and short scenes.
Word count: 4.3k
I'm surprised I was able to reach more than 4k words for this fic, thought I'd only be able to reach 3.9k or something.
Anyway, it's 3am rn, imma go sleep, night night.
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Cole and the male reader meet at his shop that him and Sadie meet at and they immediately both start flirting and then the male reader goes to his car and kinda like in the film cole goes to his car but to give him his number and he starts walking away the male reader honks and says "get your bubble butt in this car" with a smile on his face so cole does and they go out to coffee and dinner and one thing leads to another and they go back to the male readers house and have sex.
I only see Cole Turner as a Subby bottom so definitely bottom Cole Turner x Top Male Reader and I keep thinking about the scene in the movie where Cole is gagged so maybe consensually of course he gags cole with a pair of socks like in the film but doesn't tie him up.
Coffee and sex
Cole Turner X male reader
⚠︎gagging with a sock, bottom Cole, top y/n, spaning, multiple climaxes, creampie, I didn't rewatch the film for this, I was too lazy ⚠︎
☢︎︎minors and girls do not interact☢︎︎
☞︎︎︎Y/n met a cute guy at the market and decided to take him home☜︎︎︎
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Y/n wasn't planning on buying some greenery today, but when he was walking around the market, he couldn't help but stare at the handsome man who sold flowers.
So he made his way towards the stand and pretended to look around.
"Hi, how can I help you?" The seller asked with a smile.
Y/n looked at him and smiled as well. "I'm not really sure what I'm looking for. Just felt like buying a flower." He explained.
The seller smiled. "You're not the first one to do that." He chuckled and looked around his flowers. "So let's try to figure out what you want. Yeah?" He offered.
Y/n chuckled and looked over the pots.
"I'm Cole." The seller said and cleared his throat. Y/n looked at him and smiled. "Y/n." Cole smiled as well.
"So, y/n, what type of flowers do you like?" Cole asked as he looked over the man. He's mostly checking him out for his own liking and to try to guess what he likes.
"Like what you see, Cole?" Y/n teased when he caught the man's eyes on his thighs.
The florist's eyes widened, and his cheeks tinted with pink. He nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe I do."
Y/n smirked. "Well, how will your wandering eyes help me choose a plant??" He asked playfully.
Cole grinned. "I can guess what you like by the way you look." He challenged.
"Is that so? Well then, stare all you want." Y/n winked.
The florist stared shamelessly. "How about a monstera?" He asked once he forced his eyes away from the man and onto the flowers he was selling instead. He reached for one of the small pods with a baby blooming monstera. "You look like a man who works most of his time. A monstera doesn't require high maintenance. Water it every 1-2 weeks if the top 2-4 inches of soil are dry. As it keeps growing, you change the pot and add a pole it can climb on." Cole explained as he showed the flower to the man.
Y/n watched him with raised brows as if he were surprised to get actual information from the seller. "That sounds perfect, actually." He said and looked at the flower.
Their brief flirting was forgotten as the men were too focused on the greenery.
"How much for one?" Y/n asked, already reaching for his wallet.
Cole put the plant in a small bag gently. "75." He said as he set it by the register.
Y/n handed 80 and grabbed the flower. "Keep the change." He said as he put away his wallet.
"Thank you. Have a great day." Cole said with a smile. "You as well," Y/n said before he walked towards his car.
He mentally facepalmed for walking away already without at least Cole's number, but it'd be weird now to go back.
Just as he started his car. Someone tapped on his window. He looked up to see Cole nervously smiling. Y/n chuckled and rolled down the window.
"Did I forget something?" He asked with a playful grin.
Cole grinned and handed y/n a piece of paper. "Yeah. You forgot to ask for my number." It was obvious that it took all the courage the florist had.
Y/n's eyes widened as he grabbed the paper. He looked at it before he looked at Cole again. Cole tapped the roof of the car. "Call me?" And with that, he walked away.
Y/n stared at the piece of paper with the florist's number in his hand. He chuckled and honked. He leaned his head out of his window and yelled at the florist, whose attention he got from honking. "Get your bubble butt in the car!"
The florist blushed but made his way back towards y/n's car and got in.
"Coffee?" Y/n asked as he started driving. Cole smiled as he tried his best to relax and not freak out. "Yeah, coffee sounds great."
Y/n drove them to a cozy coffee shop he likes to go to. When they parked, he got out of the car and opened the florist's door.
When they made it inside, they were pleased to find that it wasn't crowded.
They found an empty table and sat down. As they looked through the menu, they both thought about what to say.
However, the waitress was the one to speak up first. "Hi, would you like to order?" She asked with a smile and prepared her notepad.
"Yeah, I'd like a black coffee and two caramel waffles with it, please," Y/n ordered with a smile.
She nodded and wrote it down.
"I'll take the same," Cole said.
The waitress nodded again before leaving.
They looked at each other and smiled. "So... Let's get to know each other." Y/n chuckled as he tried to start the conversation.
Cole smiled. "That would be a great start." He joked.
"So, tell me, why do you sell flowers?" Y/n asked the simplest question he thought of.
"Oh, well, I grew up on a farm, and I grew a liking towards flowers the most," Cole explained while he admired y/n's face.
"Oh? So you grow crops at home?" Y/n asked.
The florist nodded. "Yeah. And they're delicious."
"Well then, I'll have to buy some, one day." Y/n grinned.
Before Cole could answer, the waiter returned with their coffees and waffles. She set them down and left to take more orders from the others.
Y/n grabbed one of the waffles and placed it over the mug. Cole watched him. "What are you doing?" He asked. "I'm melting the caramel inside the waffle. Softening it up." Y/n explained.
"Oh." Cole stared at y/n's coffee before he copied his actions and placed a waffle on his mug as well.
After about two minutes, y/n took the waffle and took a bite. A long string of caramel followed.
They laughed when it landed on his chin. Cole tried it as well. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the taste. "I've been eating these the wrong way my whole life." He laughed.
Y/n laughed as well before sipping his coffee. "Glad I could change that."
Their conversation was pleasant. They talked about anything and everything. About their jobs, their lives, their random childhood stories.
Eventually, they decided to get coffee on the go and go for a walk.
The day was coming to an end as the streets had dimmed with shadows. Y/n and Chris walked side by side through the streets, still mindlessly talking. Their hands occasionally touched, but neither of them reacted.
Eventually, they stopped at a bridge where they leaned against the railing and watched the sky and an occasional plane that flew by.
They admired the view in comfortable silence. Their bodies scooted closer subconsiously. Neither of them realised how small the proximity had become until their shoulders touched. Y/n was the first to react. He looked at Cole with a soft smile. The florist, on the other hand, continued to watch whatever moved.
Y/n was the first to make a move. He wrapped his arm around Cole’s hips and pulled him closer. The florist tensed up with surprise and blushed. He forced himself to relax and looked at the man holding him. “Stealing my warmth, are we?” He teased before leaning further into y/n’s side.
“If I steal too much of your warmth and you get too cold, we can go back to my place. I know a few ways to warm you up.” Y/n teased.
Oh god. Cole’s mind short-circuited. He didn’t know what got into him, but his body moved on its own and pulled the other man into a kiss.
Y/n’s eyes widened with surprise. He smiled into the kiss and cupped Cole’s cheek. The kiss was slow and tasted like coffee. However, it didn’t take long before y/n’s need took over. He grabbed the man’s hips and pulled him flush against his chest. They deepened the kiss until Cole remembered they were still in public. He pulled away with a flushed face. His eyes darted around to make sure no one was watching before covering his face in embarrassment.
Y/n’s eyes stayed closed for a moment before he looked at Cole. He couldn’t help but smile at his flustered behaviour. He didn’t let him go. “What made you so shy?” He chuckled before kissing the florist’s forehead.
“We’re in public!” Cole whisper shouted. He hid his face in y/n’s shoulder.
The other man grinned even more and kissed the florist’s forehead. He kissed the top of his head before pulling away. “Come on, let’s go to my place.” He offered. Cole nodded and took his hand.
When they got to y/n’s place, he offered a drink or something to snack on. The florist was too busy looking around to ask for anything, though. His mind was too focused on something else. His eyes searched for the bedroom.
Y/n smirked as if he could read the man’s mind. He sneaked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his hips. The florist jumped but soon melted into the arms. He looked at y/n over his shoulder and smiled.
“Looking for the bedroom, handsome?” Y/n purred as he started to lead them towards his room. The florist blushed but followed without a second thought. It didn’t take much convincing for him to shed his clothes along the way.
Before they even made it to the room, they were both butt-naked. A trail of clothes followed them to the bedroom door, through which they both stumbled because they were eagerly making out.
Cole was the first to fall into bed. His breathing was already fast, and his eyes hooded. He removed his socks, which were the last thing he was wearing before he hoisted himself higher onto the bed. He spread his legs instinctively and deeply blushed. He felt shy under the other man’s hungry gaze. He’s always been a shy one when it comes to relationships. Always the one to stutter and trip over his own foot, but something about the way y/n looked at him made him feel like it’s his first time all over again.
“Christ, Cole… You look so beautiful like this.” The man practically growled. The way he walked towards the bed and crawled towards the florist was almost predatory. He kissed up Cole’s body as he continued to crawl up. He felt the florist shudder beneath his lips. He couldn’t help but grin. He took his time with the florist’s sensitive chest. He saw how Cole fisted the sheets whenever his lips were too close to one of his nipples.
“Do you want me to prep you, or can you do it yourself?” He asked once he was finally kneeling between Cole’s legs.
“You do it, please.” The florist practically whined as he lifted his hips as an offering. Y/n’s cock twitched at the view. He grabbed the lube from his nightstand and lined up his fingers. He leaned down to kiss over the florist’s chest to offer comfort if needed.
At first, he rubbed the rim, letting Cole get used to the feeling of being touched, before he pushed one finger in. He moved slowly, focusing on how the man reacted.
“Does this feel good for you?” Y/n asked quietly as he added a finger. The florist gasped and grabbed onto y/n’s biceps. “Yes!” Hen couldn’t control his volume. But it clearly wasn’t that bad if y/n didn’t scold him for it. In fact, he praised him for it.
“Look at you, so vocal for me.” He purred into Cole’s ear while curling his fingers to purposely get another moan out of him. The florist arched. His eyes shut tight, and his hole clenched around those two sinful fingers.
His hips moved on their own. They lifted to meet y/n’s hand, as if pleading for more. And so he got more. Three fingers in, and Cole was losing his mind. His hands didn’t know what to do. They went from holding onto y/n to holding the sheets to holding the pillow, the bed frame, y/n’s hair, and y/n’s biceps again. All that for three fingers. Just the knowledge of that made Y/n crazy himself. He could only imagine how the florist would react once penetrated.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He shifted his position to move between the florist’s legs and grabbed his aching cock. He spat on his hand to stroke himself before rubbing the tip against Cole’s fluttering hole. He leaned down to kiss the man as he pushed in with one hard thrust.
The flortist cried out. He wrapped his arms around y/n’s shoulders and his legs around y/n’s hips. His cock shook uncontrorably as he came. His face turned red with shame. He wanted to hide it in y/n’s neck, but the man was already pulling back to look and confirm what just happened.
“Oh, look at you.” He said and ran his fingers over the cum on Cole’s tummy. The florist covered his face, hiding his shame. When he peeked through his fingers, he saw y/n licking the cum off his fingers. A gasp slipped past his lips. Y/n smirked and leaned down again, planting his hands on each side of the florist’s head. “Let’s see how much it’ll take to make you come again, eh?” He teased and started to thrust, painfully slow.
Y/n’s hands grabbed Cole’s hips and lifted them so he could thrust at a better angle. His lips held a smirk as he watched the man beneath him crumble. Cole’s mouth was wide open, his eyes watery, and his hands were holding onto the headboard for dear life.
The pace wasn’t forgiving. Y/n moved like pounding the man beneath him was all that mattered. His grip was no doubt bruising, but all he cared about was the way Cole reacted. The tip of y/n’s cock hit the florist’s prostate just right. It sent shockwaves of pleasure through the already trembling man.
The more pleasure he received, the less control he had over his voice. A loud whine escaped his lips. He didn’t realise how loud he was being until y/n’s hand covered his mouth. Cole’s eyes widened. He looked at the man, embarrassed.
Cole relaxed and nodded. Before y/n could remove his hand, the florist took two fingers into his mouth, mimicking a weak gag muzzle. Y/n’s dick gave an aggressive twitch at the view. He let out a quiet curse.
His thrusts became more aggressive. Fuck what the neighbours think. He wants to fuck Cole into oblivion. If he’s loud in response, so be it. Y/n leaned down to kiss and bite the florist’s neck. “Damn it, Cole. How am I supposed to keep you quiet like this? You sound too delicious to silence you.”
The florist whimpered. He loved that y/n loved hearing him, but he also dreaded the idea of the neighbours knowing what they’re doing. He pulled y/n’s fingers out of his mouth and looked at the floor where he had discarded his socks earlier.
Y/n looked at him, confused, before following his line of sight. When he saw the socks, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, you clever dog.” He murmured and reached for them. He held them up. “You want me to muzzle you? Hm?” He teased as he slowed his thrusts.
“Please.” The beg left Cole’s lips faster than he could process the question, but the moment his mouth was gagged, he was cumming again. Y/n grinned. “Another one? Really? You’re adorable.” He teased before pulling out so he could pull Cole off the bed and towards the window. The florist’s eyes widened when his chest touched the cold glass. “Let’s see if my neighbour will hear you even when gagged.” He purred into the florist's ear before pushing inside him again.
The florist cried out loudly around the socks, but this time, only y/n could hear. “Atta boy,” He praised as he thrusted at a rough pace immediately. Cole’s hands pressed against the glass. His eyes closed as he rested his cheek against it as well. The cold of it startled it at first, but now it’s very welcomed against his heated skin.
He didn’t bother controlling his voice. He shamelessly moaned and whined as loud as he could. After all, the socks made it much easier. Now that he didn’t need to focus on it, he was far more relaxed. His hips moved back to meet y/n’s thrusts, his hole clenched from overstimulation.
Y/n let out a groan and pressed his chest against the florist’s back. “Fuck… You feel so good. So damn good.” He praised before biting on the florist’s neck. Y/n’s thrusts started to lose their rhythm. He gripped Cole’s waist tightly and pulled him against his thrusts.
“I’m close,” Y/n grunted out as he continued to chase his pleasure. Cole moaned loudly around the socks and pushed back with more determation of getting filled by the man. He looked over his shoulder to watch him with hooded eyes. The other man went dizzy, the way Cole looked so… wrecked. It made him lose what remained of his mind.
With one hand, he reached out to wrap it around Cole’s throat so he could pull him back against his chest. The florist’s hands grabbed y/n’s forearms, but not to pull them away, just to hold on. He could feel his third climax already nearing. His shame was long forgotten. At this point, he was more focused on giving y/n what he wants.
“Please,” Cole pleaded, even though it came out muffled. Y/n leaned in. “What?” “Please,” Cole whined. “Please come in me.” He couldn’t properly form the words, but with the way y/n’s grip on his throat tightened, he knew he understood.
“With pleasure,” Y/n grunted. He bit the florist’s shoulder as he chased his climax. He was so close to cumming, but he needed something more. Without a thought, he pulled the socks out of Cole’s mouth and gave a rough smack to his ass to make him yelp. And yelp he did.
Cole arched his back and loudly cried out. He came over the window and leaned his head back on y/n’s shoulder. Broken whines spilled past his lips as the overstimulation took over his body. Y/n wrapped his arms around the florist to hold him in place as he filled him to the brim.
The florist’s moans and whines died down. Both of them caught their breath and leaned on each other for support.
“I don’t feel my legs…” Cole whispered after a long pause of silence. Y/n chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss over the rough bite mark he had left. “Let’s shower, and then I’ll give you a massage. How does that sound?” He offered.
Cole smiled and melted into the man’s arms. “Sounds amazing.” Without further debate, y/n scooped the man into his arms and carried him to the bathroom.
“In the morning, we’ll have another round.” “Y/n!”
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