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toxicanonymity · 4 months

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You can totally say no if your not comfy doing it but maybe you can suggest another writer who you may think might? But if yoir request are open is there anyway I can convince you to write on the topic of reader being Sara's best friend and has tried to come onto Joel multiple times (ie sneaking into his room etc) and then escalating to slipping a roofie into his drink one night while her and Sara are home on winter break from college? If you're not comfortable i totally understand and im sorry if I made you uncomfortable its just your writing for the darker stuff is so amazing 💖

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2k, joel miller x dark f!reader | master list A/N: here's your 🕊️ in a pear tree 🖤 in a way, it's kinda the inverse of night talks 😅 didn't overthink this one, so FIWB. this is my 3000th tumblr post! WARNINGS: I8+ big girthy age gap (44/21), drugs, dosing, f masturbation, dubcon unsafe p in v, somnophilia-ish, choking adjacent move, degradation (both), cum, dead dove december ig (idk if i'll do a deader one this month).

You're tired of her hot Dad playing hard-to-get, and you're going to put an end to it tonight. You've come home with your college roommate, as you often do since your family lives far. Once again, her dad is dressed like a piece of meat. Tight, white, ride-me t-shirt. Cock bulging in his slutty joggers. He’s walking around double cheeked up on a Friday night in front of his daughter’s best friend. His daughter’s best friend who thinks about him every time she touches herself.

Sarah falls asleep fast, and you can still hear the TV downstairs. You put on your locket, take off your underwear, and adjust your oversized, wide neck t-shirt to make a wardrobe malfunction inevitable with the slightest movement. You creep down the stairs and pause at the landing, where you lightly caress your nipples, bringing them to full attention. You’re already tingling downstairs. You creep up to the edge of the living room with your arms straight down, pushing your boobs together, hands clasped together near your crotch as if you're cold. And to be fair, the air is a little cool on your bare cunt. You’re dripping for him, and the shirt barely covers your asscheeks. Joel barely glances, then does a double take.

His eyes fall on your breasts before reaching your face. His jaw clenches. After a few seconds, he asks, "What?"

"Sorry to bother you. I couldn't sleep."

"What am I s'posed to do about that," he grumbles, looking away from you, resuming his focus on the television.

You shiver and briskly rub your arms, feeling the air hit your exposed nipple for a moment, and you ask about changing the thermostat. He sighs, braces his hands on his knees, and gets up. You shamelessly ogle the bulge in his gray joggers. While he's on his way to adjust the thermostat, you open your locket and drop a little medicine into his can of beer: half a sleeping pill and half a Viagra.

In the corner of your eye, Joel is lingering in the hall. He rubs his beard, looking at you while you pretend to look at the TV. He slowly walks forward. "Goddamn slut," he mutters under his breath, and you force away a smile as you sit down.

When Joel returns to the sofa, you're sitting next to his seat. You bring your knee up to rest on the sofa and feel your pussy exposed. He picks up a blanket off the other end and sets it in your lap.

"Take this with ya." He picks up his beer, and moves to the easy chair. You don't miss the way he adjusts himself as he settles into the chair.

You make yourself comfortable, and when you just sit there, he says, "thought ya said ya were cold.”

“I'm comfy now.”

You sit there in silence watching TV. He finishes his beer and gets another. You keep an eye on him. The sleeping pill seems to hit him first. His eyelids get heavy and he rests his head back on the chair. His breathing is steady. You think you see him getting hard. Yeah, something definitely moves in his joggers. He’s nodding off and jolts awake. He grabs his crotch and mutters, “fuck,” before he remembers you're there. You shift positions to lie on your stomach, facing him, with your ass exposed so he can see your butt cheeks.

“Go to sleep, darlin’. God damn.” Your heart flutters. Oh, now he’s done for.

“You sure?” You ask and go into a cat pose with your ass higher in the air.

“Yeah.” His eyes are half shut. He tries to be subtle about slowly rubbing himself for relief, but you can see just fine. “Fuck-” he interrupts himself with a yawn. He shakes his head at you. “gave me somethin’, didn't ya?”

You wet your lips and look down. “What makes you say that? Do you feel funny?”

“Like you don't know.”

In for a penny, in for a pound. You shift onto your side, then swing your legs around in front of you as you sit up on the sofa. “Well. . .I feel funny, Mr. Miller,” you purr as you spread your legs for him. “Yeah, I feel funny right here.” You slowly, lightly caress your mound near your clit with two fingers, then spread them to trace down your outer lips.

“Somethin’ wrong with you,” he shakes his head. His brow furrows and he swallows. But he doesn’t leave. . .He looks back at the television. Your body is churning out slick, getting ready for him, but right now it’s going to waste on his sofa. You gather some from your hole and bring it up to your clit. You grab a breast and begin to touch yourself. He’s sleepy, but he's hanging in there. The heel of his palm is planted in his lap.

When he begins to nod off again, you get up and approach the chair. He stays seated, awake but sleepy, and his breath deepens as you brace your hand on one arm of the chair. You wedge one knee between his outer thigh and the chair’s arm. Then the other side, so you're straddling him. You both look down at his visible erection. He looks up. His lips form a subtle pout, then part slightly. His brown eyes glaze over as he studies your face.

“Dress like you want it,” you whisper. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. You reach for his cock and he gently stops your wrist.

“I could be your dad,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

“Please,” you whisper. Your hand doesn't stop, and he doesn't try to stop it anymore as you reach. You grab the rock hard protrusion and he silently grunts from the back of his throat. He’s throbbing against your palm through the thin cotton. Your breath hitches at the first contact. You twitch and ache for him. His brow furrows.

“‘If you’re gonna do it, do it,” he challenges you in a near whisper. He must be painfully hard. He can't take it. You massage him through the soft fabric.

Your lips part, and you tilt your head as you read his face.

He mumbles, “Gonna pussy out?” He cracks a little smile and adds, “with your pussy out?”

You sigh. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“Such a rotten girl,” he murmurs with half lidded eyes as his hands come to your thighs. You shiver in a bolt of pleasure as his hands wrap around the backs of your thighs and slowly run down to your knees, then up to your ass. He squeezes your cheeks, and his cock throbs in your hand.

“Coward,” he whispers with a snarl and takes his hands away, resting his arms on the chair.

You brace one hand next to his head on the back of the chair, and your heart shaped locket dangles as you take down his waistband with your free hand. His cock slaps against his white t-shirt, making a wet spot.

Good Lord. Your mouth falls open. You tug the joggers down more. He grunts softly when you cup his soft, fuzzy balls. Then you release them, grab his shaft, and hear yourself moan. Never felt anything stiffer. It's angry and now the tip is actively oozing. Your mouth waters and your body opens up for him.

He watches your face, then yawns again. You rub yourself and gather your slick, then wrap your slippery hand around his cock. You scoot your knees forward and hover over it. He inhales through his nose as you lower yourself to make contact. You pause with the tip just inside. It's already a stretch, but deeper inside, your core is begging for more. Your entrance spasms around his tip. He gasps and tenses, gripping the arms of the chair as you begin to sink down. He closes his eyes and winces as his cock divides your walls and you moan as your bodies become flush. You sit on his dick while your body makes space for him and you get even wetter.

“Fu–ohh” he tilts his head back. His neck veins strain. He's so goddamn hot.

You slowly tilt your hips and let out only an inch of him before bottoming out again. His cock takes up so much space inside you. You look down between your bodies. His white shirt has ridden up to expose the happy trail and the slight pudge of his lower belly. His stomach heaves with deep breaths. You begin to move on him, slowly.

“Ahhh, fuhh-uhhhk,” he sighs. His brows knit together and he watches you ride him.

You tilt your hips, seeking the pressure of your clit nudging his body. “Yeah,” you breathe and move a little faster. Your necklace swings, the silver heart getting closer and closer to him. Then his hand flies up to wrap around your neck, trapping the chain. His grip isn’t firm, but the presence of his hand around your throat is enough to freeze you on his cock and give you a surge of need. Your pussy spasms, your slick walls begging for the friction they've earned.

“You’re sick,” he mutters, then his hips punch up and he sighs. He lets go of your throat, then tugs your shirt down under your tits.

“Fuck,” he sighs, the corners of his mouth glistening with saliva. He reaches out and palms your breasts, then hooks his hands under your arms. He watches your tits move with your rhythm.

“How many times have you thought about this,” you ask.

“I don't think about it,” he claims, but his face says constantly. You massage your own breasts as you ride him, and he sighs. Hopefully he can't get enough. Hopefully he comes back for more. You roll your hips with a moan. That's why you didn't use a roofie - He needs to remember this. He needs to need it. “Mmm.” Maybe he’ll be desperate, mad. As he watches you ride him, his eyelids begin to droop again. Maybe he’ll be mad enough to take it.

You gently slap his cheek. “Stay with me,” you command, and begin to ride him harder. You slot your fingers into his hair. “When's the last time you came,” you ask, massaging his scalp as you move on his cock. “Hmm?” You pause with his cock all the way inside, and he twitches inside you. “Hmm?”

“Days,” he whispers. You start rolling your hips again. “Been days, ohhh–fuck.”

“You're gonna come inside,” you nod. His cock twitches again.

“Ohh, fuck. Are you–ohhh,” he sighs, “are you–ugghh.”

“It's okay,” you reassure him, “It's okay.” God, the thought of Mr. Miller nutting in your cunt has gotten you over the edge so many times alone. You're close. You bring your body closer against his and grind your clit into him, your body moving his swollen manhood, subtly rocking it as your clit presses into his pubic hair and your insides swell with the pressure of pent up pleasure. “Ohh, God,” you sigh and feel your body tighten, tighten, almost there. “Ohh, fuck,” you pant.

“Ohh,” he moans and his hips lift under you. The tension snaps and your clit pulses, making you whine. You grind into him as you pulse, release pressure, pulse, release more, losing yourself in waves of release.

“Oh, God,” you moan, fluttering around his stiff cock.

“Ugggh,” he groans and his hands come to your ass. He begins to move you on his cock as your climax wanes. He moves you harder and moans unrestrained. He grits his teeth, and his fingertips dig into the plush of your ass. ”Ohh,” he sighs and fucking erupts.

“Oh shit,” you whine, and keep clenching around him with warm bursts of him flooding your core. “Ohh God.”

“Oh, fuck,” he pants, bursting again and again, filling you with his seed. “Ohhh,” his pulses fade and you come to a rest in his lap. He lays back against the chair breathing heavily. You lean forward and hug him. He doesn't have the energy to push you away. Soon, he's snoring and you're just sitting there enjoying the fullness of his cock and cum.

“Mmm,” you sigh softly and begin to push yourself up. You let his cock out and some of his cum comes with it. You scoop it up from around his tip and draw a heart on his shirt, imagining how cute it'll be when it's dry and hard. Then you get off the chair entirely and draw a few small hearts of cum on his joggers. You pull the waistband up for him, then plant a kiss on his lips before leaving him there. Then you go back upstairs and put on your underwear before you get back in his daughter's bed.

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judeswhore · 2 months

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U and Jude first start hooking up and you’re still maybe not super confident that ur actually turning him on or that he’s actually into you the way ur into him, because he could be doing literally anything and ur immediately feeling hot and heavy but one day ur making out and he can tell ur too into ur head and he puts ur hand over his crotch and just goes "Feel this? It's just for you."

he’s got u in his bed, settled over u to keep u pressed into the mattress and he’s been kissing u for the past ten minutes, working his mouth over ur jaw and neck whenever he senses u need a break and he hasn’t even touched u, one of his hands cradling ur jaw while the other rests beside ur head but ur on fire. ur so embarrassingly wet and keep letting out little whimpers for him to swallow and it’s getting increasingly difficult to not buck ur hips up for some sort of release but despite how good it feels kissing him ur mind keeps wandering bc u can’t help but wonder if he’s enjoying it. he’s so stupidly hot and he’s obviously a lot more experienced than u and u can’t help but worry that ur not good enough and that ur not affecting him the way he does u bc ur falling apart and he seems so composed. and jude can tell ur not fully into it at the minute and that ur mind is so obviously elsewhere so he’s pulling back a little, smoothing his thumb over ur cheek and being all “what’s going on in that pretty head of urs? what’re u thinking abt” and ur a little embarrassed so ur just shaking ur head and trying to pull him back into a kiss so u don’t have to admit ur own insecurities but he’s telling u “nuh uh, talk to me” and ur quiet for a moment before mumbling “is this good for u? am i- do i make u feel good?” and ur cringing at urself and turning to avoid his gaze bc u feel humiliated but jude’s just watching u with soft eyes, taking a hold of ur hand that’s gripping his shoulder while shifting so he can press it over the tent in his joggers. and he’s so painfully hard and u don’t miss the wet patch staining the material as he flashes u a quick grin all “i’ve been kissing u for barely ten minutes and i’m abt to cum in my joggers. it’s more than good for me” and just to drive it home a little he’s going “and if you keep making those pretty little sounds when i kiss u right here,” with a kiss to ur throat “i’ll cum in ten seconds” and for the rest of the night even as he’s fucking u stupid he’s dropping comments abt how perfect u are and how good ur making him feel

#hey jude :)

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mavrintarou · 1 month

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[1:52 PM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

I'm a day late - but I wasn't satisfied with all my drafts. Happy belated birthday to this cutie!

Warning: funny misunderstanding & smut (18+)

Kiyoomi watched Y/n dance her heart out with Alice, his twelve-year-old niece on the dance floor to one of their favorite KPOP songs. Alice was born a dancer and at an early toddler age, was inspired by KPOP and has been in dance classes and competing since she was five. The moment he told Alice that his girlfriend was a professional dancer, she challenged Y/n to a dance-off, not believing her uncle or Y/n.

Of course, Y/n proved to Alice, earning her respect and honor. They became best friends after that with Y/n taking Alice as her disciple.

When Kiyoomi had first met Y/n and as they exchanged information about themselves, he couldn’t picture the sweet girl in front of him to be an ex-professional dancer. It wasn’t that he did not believe her, it was just that he did not peg her as a dancer.

On their first date, she wore a knee-length skirt with a white button-up shirt tucked tidily with an oversized cardigan over and some brown scuffed loafers. She looked like the kind of girl who would spend her entire day in a coffee shop in Paris.

Not the girl who knew the choreography to BTS’ songs or just about any KPOP song he had randomly suggested, she knew the dance moves or could learn it within an hour.

Y/n refused to show him any videos and he couldn’t find any either when he searched for her.

He began to beg her to show him some moves when they were alone one night.

“Please,” he looked up at her with soft begging eyes.

She inhaled sharply before standing up, whipping off her cardigan, and walking over to his small portable Bluetooth speaker. Her back was to him as she paired her phone to the device and Kiyoomi’s living room boomed with upbeat music that he often heard at the club.

Y/n turned around and stalked towards him.

Kiyoomi swallowed, sitting up straight, and watched with attentive eyes. His jaw slightly dropped as Y/n stepped in front of him with her back towards him and slowly lowered herself down until she seated on his lap and began rocking her ass against his crotch.

God, she was giving him a lap dance.

She reached for his hands and placed them on her waist before guiding them up to her breasts. Her hips moved with the beat of the music, making him feel every bit of her.

Y/n leaned forward and rocked along the length of his thighs before shaking her ass before him.

“Oh, fuck… Y/n…” he was at a loss for words.

She turned around and straddled his lap before reaching for her shirt and tugging it off. She reached for his hands again and slid them inside her sports bra, his palm pressed against her warm soft tits.

“Y/n,” Kiyoomi gasped, looking at her with dark eyes. “Shit… I need you… kiss me please…” He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

Y/n met his eager lips, moaning softly. Her fingers reached his waistband and he lift his hips so she could tug his joggers down enough to free his hardened cock. Her hands clasped around his cock, squeezing and stroking him.

Kiyoomi pulled his hands away from her tits to pull down her yoga pants.

Pushing away from him, Y/n stands up to kick off her garments before sitting back down on his lap, now grinding skin on skin.

Kiyoomi’s thighs tremble pathetically as if this is their intimate session.

After what seemed like an eternity, Y/n lifted her ass and reached for his cock, aligning it with her pussy before settling down.

Her soft moan was enough for him to cum. With her warm pussy wrapped around his cock, he became a puddle of mush at her hands.

His fingers dug into her hips, begging for her to move yet at the same time, holding her still as he wanted to savor the euphoric feeling of her. Y/n has recently gone on birth control, giving them the freedom to have condom-less sex. Giving Kiyoomi the freedom to cum inside her.

Rocking her hips slowly, Y/n turned to look over her shoulder. “Faster? Or slower?”

Kiyoomi could hardly control his breath, let alone his mind. He wanted both but couldn’t find his voice.

“Okay then, I’ll just take the lead…” Y/n’s voice is teasing. She continued to rock and roll her hips to the sound of the music, which had become deaf to Kiyoomi’s ears. His eyes are locked and concentrated on how Y/n was bouncing on his cock.

His eyes shut and a low grunt vibrates from his throat. He was close but he wanted them to cum together.

Kiyoomi’s grip on her waist tightened as he still her movement so he could take control. He pumped into her pussy, thrusting hard and fast.

Y/n lost her balance and fell backwards, landing her weight on him but Kiyoomi didn’t mind. He easily lifted her to continue to keep pounding into her pussy, his right hand hiked her right leg higher while his left hand found her clit, rubbing it fast.

“Omi!”

Growling, Kiyoomi restrained himself until Y/n came first and he second. Her walls fluttered around his cock, squeezing and milking him.

Setting her leg down, he wrapped his arms around her, locking her to him as he breathed in her scent.

Everyone has a past they don’t speak of. Not Kiyoomi, but he thinks he can understand why Y/n refused to allow him to see any videos of her dancing. He struggled to comprehend the idea of witnessing her dance so intimately with another man, other than himself.

If it were any other woman, he doubted he would overlook her past or former career.

Yet, he discovered himself forgiving Y/n and still desiring her, despite her past as an exotic dancer.

But he needed to talk to her about it, it was eating him up.

After two weeks of contemplating how he would broach the subject, he eventually sat down with Y/n one evening.

“I need to get this off my chest,” Kiyoomi kept his eyes on her, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable at all. At the very least, she looked at him confused yet patiently waiting for him to continue. “I want to be transparent and tell you that I can look past your exotic dancing career but I don’t ever want you to return to that kind of –“

“What? Hold on, Omi…”

“No, please let me finish,” he silenced her, reaching for her hands and holding them. “I have never felt so assured about someone until I met you and now I understand when people say that the moment you meet your person, you are willing to do everything for them. I am willing to do anything for you, but all I ask is for you to never return to that kind of job again. I will do my best financially support you and if there is anything else… aside from exotic dancing… I will fully support you.” He exhaled deeply, looking deeply into her eyes. “I love you, Y/n.”

Y/n’s eyes shimmered before she tightly shut them, then let out a brief giggle before erupting into laughter.

She lunged herself at him, hugging him. “Oh, my Omi… I love you too.” She felt him relax, his arms wrapping around her. Y/n leaned back and cupped his face, “but you are so silly, Omi. And I think I just loved you even more.”

Kiyoomi didn’t receive her message, but it didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that she loved him.

“I’m not an exotic dancer at all,” she clarified, giggling as her shoulders trembled. “I’m a professional dancer, but not an exotic dancer in the slightest. What gave you that impression?”

His expression shifted instantly as he grasped her message. “Wait, you’re not an exotic dancer?”

Y/n shook her head.

“But you gave me – you gave me a lap dance…”

The room filled with only Y/n’s laughter. “Oh Omi, you asked me to show you some moves and that’s why I gave you a lap dance, not that I’m an exotic dancer.” She threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him. “You’re so funny! Is that why you have been pouty all week?” She leaned back to look at his face.

His brows knitted, “you noticed?”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, the tip of his nose and lips. “Of course, I wanted you to be comfortable to talk to me.”

His hands rest loosely around her waist. “Those moves were incredible, I’ve never had a lap dance before and afterwards all I could think about was that… you were an exotic dancer and that’s why you didn’t want me to see your videos.”

Y/n grabbed her phone and searched for something before turning her screen sideways.

For the next ten minutes, she showed him various videos of her competition and Kiyoomi was awed, shocked that the woman in the video dancing amazingly was the same on his lap.

Kiyoomi leaned back against the couch and covered his eyes, embarrassed. “I can’t – I can’t believe I thought you were an exotic dancer...” he looked at her, “so… have you given anyone else a lap dance before?”

Leaning against his chest, Y/n shook her head, “nope, you were the first.’

“And last? And only?”

“Last and only,” Y/n assured, kissing his pretty lips.

. . .

E/n: Kiyoomi in love is something else.

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kingdaddydaichi · 8 months

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✧˚⋆｡♡˚ nsfw. MDNI. 400+ wc. x f!reader. clothed sex.

so daichi has me in a chokehold. he made me write this. ummm...yeahhhhh drops this and hides

crawling into daichi's lap while he’s watching a pro volleyball game on tv, straddling his thighs in hopes that you’ll be able to steal his attention away for just a few minutes. you kiss his cheek and jaw, only for him to give you a quick peck without even taking his eyes off the game. you could huff and pout but opt to instead grind your clothed heat against his soft dick.

“baby…” he chuckles, “not now. it’s the playoffs…”

“but daichi~” now you can’t help but sound a little whiny as you start sucking that spot on his neck that normally flips a switch in him. “wanna feel you…need your thick cock inside me.” you feel his soft bulge twitch to life beneath you as you continue rolling your hips against him. “you can keep watching the game, baby…” you sigh next to his ear, making him swear under his breath.

with your chests pressed together, you can feel his heart rate picking up. he quickly reaches down and pushes the waistband of his joggers down, his hard, heavy cock springing out. already soaking through your panties, you don’t waste any time at all, pulling the crotch of your shorts to the side as you guide his fat tip to your needy hole. you keep a firm grip on his wide base as you begin to sink down around him. his beefy cockhead pushes through your tight opening with a soft pop, making you both moan at the pressure and stretch.

daichi lets you work his cock in at your own pace, slowly easing him all the way in. even dripping wet you always have to take him slow at first because of how thick he is. you wrap your arms around his neck and start riding him with slow, shallow thrusts at first but it doesn’t take long until you’re bouncing on his muscular thighs. his big, strong hands gripping your ass, guiding you along his slippery length.

his eyes are still on the tv screen, but he’s oblivious to what’s even going on in the game, unable to think or see straight with the way your tight greedy cunt is sucking his cock so good. you plant your hands on top of his broad shoulders, mouth open and head thrown back as daichi fucks up into you.

“hhhfuck babe, your pussy feels so good on my cock~”

his deep voice, his lewd words, his meaty cock, his quickened breaths - it’s all too much, more than you can take.

you’re so very close, only a few thrusts away from orgasm when daichi’s strong arms flex around you and he grunts, “gonna cum~” he slams into you, hips still bucking as he drives his dick impossibly deeper.

you cry out, his name falling from your lips over and over, your cunt squeezing in pulses all around him as he fills you with his warm, sticky seed.

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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What He's Owed

A/N: This blog just became multi-fandom. This is dark so please proceed with caution. I’ve given this a once over so there might still be some grammatical mistakes. Warnings: Dark! Dick Grayson. Non con. Dub Con. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Word count: 3.1k+

Part two here

"Dick," you droned, rolling your eyes.

Dick had his head pressed between your thighs, face flush against your crotch inappropriately. He rubbed his face around, sighing as he buried himself against you.

"Stop," you told him, pushing against his head. "We've talked about this." Your hands were no use against him, your pathetic strength working against pure muscle.

"I need some affection," Dick groaned, moving from between your thighs to hover over you. "I almost died the other night-"

"You die almost every night," you huffed, looking away from him. "It's your job."

"Don't you worry about me?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes again which only made Dick more needy as he collapsed on top of you.

"You should worry about me all the time." Dick nestled his face into the crook of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"I do." Your hands tried to push him away again, only to be caught by his as he pinned them above you.

At one point his strength used to make you feel protected, knowing that as long as you were around him that you'd be safe. When you moved into the manor, you desperately craved that reassurance and Dick was always waiting to give it you.

But now as he had your body pinned beneath him with ease, his strength scared you. How easily he could use that strength to over power you, to mould you in anyway he wanted, the way you clearly knew he wanted. You could feel how hard he was as he pressed against your crotch and it hadn't been the first time he had made you aware of his desires towards you.

He made it very clear every day.

-No, every moment.

Whether that was rubbing up on your ass as you tried to cook in the kitchen, practically trying to fuck you through any clothes you were wearing. Or when he'd try and get you to wrestle him, just so he could shove you up against a wall, pressing his body flush against yours. Each time you'd be telling him to stop, trying to force him away but failing massively.

"Dick, stop please," you pleaded, hoping he'd just get off at you.

He shifted, rubbing his hard on against you in a way that made you bite your bottom lip. "Let me just fool around a bit."

"I said no-"

"Dick," Jason's voice shouted, footsteps drawing closer to your room. The door was already open, letting Jason walk right in.

"What?" Dick snapped, glaring at Jason.

Jason's jaw clenched at the sight of you two, clearly seeing how defenceless you were underneath him. "You're wanted downstairs."

"Fuck." Dick became tense, adjusting himself in his joggers as he got up. The frustration was radiating off of him and you knew you couldn't escape from him forever.

Once Dick was out of sight, Jason gave you a once over. Your face flushed and your eyes brimmed with tears, he could clearly tell that something was off.

"What?" You asked, voice coming out rougher than you had meant for it.

"If somethings going on, you can tell me," Jason's voice was soft laced with concern as he stood by the door.

"Nothing is going on," you tried to reassure him, sniffling to get rid of the tears. You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. "You know Dick."

"There is Dick and then there's Dick with you," Jason replied, not wanting to drop the subject. "And I worry that Dick is pushing you into something you're not comfortable with."

"I'm fine, honestly," you told him, getting up from the bed. You walked over to him, pressing a hand on the door. "I'll be fine but right now I have to get ready for tonight."

You could tell Jason didn't want to stop talking, the ever caring one towards you. But he also never wanted to push you, so he left with a, "Of course."

With the door closed, you took a steady breath trying to block out the feeling of your stomach churning.

The thing that you hated most was you blamed yourself for the way Dick felt about you. If you hadn't clung to him for years, hadn't been so desperate for his protection, he wouldn't still be clinging to you trying to give you it.

You looked at him like a sibling but Dick saw you as anything but.

"So, what do you think?"

You twirled around, lips widening into a bright smile. The black dress draped over you, sheer from below your breasts to your toes, hugging your figure. If it weren't for the black underwear you were wearing, everything would be on show.

"You like it?" You asked, raising your eyebrow teasingly.

Dick's jaw clenched as he took you in with hungry eyes because it wasn't him you were looking at with that beautiful smile, it was Jason.

"You look great," Jason huffed, laughing at you. He put his arm out for you to take. "Can we go now?"

Dick was quick to step in the way, taking your hand in his as he pulled you towards the door. "Let's go."

The car journey was long especially with the heavy arm around your shoulder holding you firmly in place.

All the others chatted, barely noticing your situation as they got excited for the Gala. But how could you be excited when Dick was acting like this?

"Don't stray far from me tonight," Dick whispered, lips brushing your ear. He chuckled as you shivered, taking pleasure in the way you cowered from him. "I need you close. Who knows what could happen?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "It's just a charity event."

"If you're closer to me, I can protect you," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your face. "I just want to protect you."

His gaze softened on you, tugging at your heart strings as you said, "I know, Dick."

"You look amazing tonight," Dick gleamed, face an inch from yours. His breath fanned against your face and you gulped, having no where to back away. "Fucking, beautiful."

"Dick-" you were cut off by his lips on top of yours, smothering you in a kiss.

The car had stopped, Dick's lips leaving yours as he gently pressed his forehead against yours.

"Come on love birds," Tim mocked, stepping out of the car.

"We're coming," Dick told him, smirking at you before exiting the car.

When you stepped out, Dick's hand was waiting for you to take it and you did, not wanting to make a scene in front of so many people. That's how you stayed all night, a quiet girl holding onto Dick's arm as he paraded around the room. He used to call you his little mouse, so quiet and fragile when you entered the manor.

"She isn't feeling well. We're going to head back now."

You must of been out of it, finally tuning into the conversation once you heard that.

"Really?" Jason asked, taking you in.

"Really," Dick stated, stepping closer to Jason.

"I think she can answer for herself," Jason said, looking down at you. "Y/N?"

"What?" You were baffled not sure what had been said.

"You don't have to go with him. You can stay here," Jason told you, eyes pleading with you to listen to him.

"She isn't feeling well," Dick snapped back, pushing his chest up against Jason. "She wants to go home."

They were getting in each others faces, drawing attention to the themselves.

Your hand pushed in between them and you pulled Dick away as you smiled at Jason. "I'm just feeling restless. These events take it out of me, you know."

"You don't have to go." Jason was trying as hard as he could but you knew what you were going to pick at the end of the day.

"Have a good rest of your night," you smiled, rubbing his cheek softly before walking away.

Dick practically dragged you out of the party, quick to get you in the car and back to the manor. He was cold in the car ride back, eyes focusing on anywhere but you.

"Dick," you called out, hand brushing his thigh as you tried to grab his attention. "Talk to me."

He couldn't look at you even the slightest thought of you was sending his body into over drive. His cock was straining in his trousers, making it hard to think about anything over than what he was planning to do with you once you got through those doors.

"You're freaking me out," your voice came out shaky, hand resting against his chest.

That same hand was used to yank you out of the car once you pulled up to the manor, taking you in. His grip was harsh, almost bruising, and his pace was so quick it had you tripping on the steps, grazing your knee in the process.

"Dick," you hissed, ripping your arm out of his grip. "Would you stop?"

But when you gazed up at him, there was none of the Dick that you knew there. His dark eyes were blown out, staring at you if you were his pray and he was your predator.

He threw you up over his shoulder, carrying you into the manor with you hitting at his back to no avail.

"Dick, put me down," you squealed, trying to wriggle from his grip. "Put me down."

When he finally put you down, it was to throw you onto a bed, his bed.

You drew your legs up to your chest, crawling to the back of the bed to get away from him.

"You want this," Dick stated, undoing the buttons of his suit. He was peeling away at his suit, rushing to get it off. "You could have stayed at that gala with Jason. But you came here with me. You know you want this."

"I just didn't want you to fight," your words came out choked, fear creeping into your bones at how he towered over you. "Or make a scene. I-I-"

"I-I-uh," he mocked you, tearing his shirt from his body. Buttons popped off, flying around the room as he ripped the material off his body, revealing the pure muscle underneath. "You want me to protect you, to look after you. I've done that, haven't I?"

"Yes," you gulped, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "But I don't want this."

"You've played with me for too long." Dick unbuckled his belt, the sound of it dropping to the floor making you flinch. "And I think it's time I get what I'm owed."

"Dick, please." You were frozen on the bed, knowing that there would be no point in fighting back. Tears stained your puffy cheeks as you wiped them away furiously, cowering by the pillows.

His lips attached to yours within a second, hand gripping the back of your hair as he drew you closer. You didn't fight against it but you didn't reciprocate either, sitting like a statue as you let his lips mould into yours.

You gasped when he yanked your head back, tugging on your hair as he made you look at him. There was an anger to him, teeth grinding against each other as he spoke, "You're fine. Stop crying and enjoy this. Otherwise it will get worse for you."

Did he just threaten you? Dick had never threatened you before.

When his lips crashed against yours again, you kissed back, even opening your mouth to allow his tongue to invade it. You couldn't even deny how soft his lips were against yours. How the kiss felt like the perfect mixture between rough and gentle. How your stomach stirred when he pressed against you even if you didn't want it too.

"Fuck," he murmured breathlessly, lips trailing down your neck. His hands were grabbing against your sides, gripping your hips harshly as he pulled you closer. You didn't even know why you did it but your legs opened willingly for him allowing him more space to get closer to you. "Good girl, learning quickly aren't you?"

His hands ripped your clothes off, your dress hanging off your body in tattered pieces once his hands were done with it. Then his lips were on you again, nibbling and licking at the skin of your breasts as he marked his territory.

"You're so beautiful." Dick gazed down, admiring the work that he had just begun creating. One of his hands shifted from your hips, slipping in the waistband of your underwear.

You couldn't help your reaction, instantly retracting from him at the feel of his fingers on your skin there. You could feel yourself forcing down a sob as it started to sink in what was actually about to happen.

"It's okay, baby," he purred at you, chuckling at your broken expression as his fingers slid into your panties. His fingers forced their way in, making you gasp as his fingers pressed against your folds. "You're soaked."

The way he smirked at you as if he had won some sort of game between you.

All you wanted was to slap that smile off his face, fight against him and the way your panties were clinging to your pussy from all the juices there. His fingers yanked the material down before pushing his fingers inside you in one thrust.

"That hurts," you hissed, grabbing his wrist hoping to push him back.

"I need to open you up a bit." Dick's voice lowered, licking his lips as he stared between your legs. His thumb came up as he dragged it over your clit, circling it. "Can't just go in straight away. Not when you're a virgin."

Your eyes looked up, widening at him. No one knew that you were a virgin so how did he know.

"I couldn't hurt you like that."

Didn't he already know how he was hurting you?

His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot you had never felt before and the moan that escaped your lips had him grinning ear to ear. He repeated the motion, hoping to get you to make the sound again. But you bit on your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He pulled his fingers out of you and the growing tension in your stomach stopped suddenly.

"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be," Dick huffed, growing angrier at your reluctance. "I'm tired of waiting."

With one move you were pulled down to your back, Dick kneeling between your legs as he pushed the material of his boxers down. His cock sprung against his stomach, thick and longer than you could imagine. The tip leaked with pre cum, painting his abs as it stated at you angry and red.

This was really happening.

"We can stop this," you pleaded with Dick, trying to pull yourself up from the bed. His body hovered over yours, caging you in. "I won't tell anyone what happened and we can just pretend-"

"This is going to hurt."

The words were followed with a hand pressed against your mouth and you didn't realise why until he slammed his cock in. Even through his hand your scream couldn't be muffled, feeling the sharpest pain as your virgin walls were forced apart by him.

"It will feel better in a second. Trust me."

He rested his head against yours, lips brushing the back of his own hand as he finally started to move. You could tell he was holding back, softly rocking his hips back and forth so your walls would accommodate his size. He grinded his teeth against one another, jaw tensing as he kept himself in control.

"You feel so good."

You couldn't even deny it as your eyes rolled back and you sighed into his hand, you were feeling the pleasure taking over. Your walls were accepting him, his cock massaging your walls and keeping you full as pushed himself in and out. He knew you were starting to enjoy it, moving his hand to the side so he could finally hear the uneven breaths fall from your lips.

Dick couldn't help but watch you as you crumbled apart underneath him. His hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your wet cheeks with his thumb. His pants matching your sighs as you became lost in him.

"I've got you," he reassured you, pushing your hair out of your face. "I'll make you feel so good."

He didn't lie.

His hips rolled up into yours, hitting you at a new angle that made you moan for him. You could tell he was proud of himself as he smiled proudly, teeth winking at you. "You like that, baby?"

"Dick," you whimpered, unable to control yourself as your walls clenched around him. Your hands grabbed onto his arms, nails digging in to ground yourself as his pace got fast. "N-No." your words became lost as his thrusts picked up, hips slapping against yours in a brutal pace.

"I wish you could see yourself," Dick groaned, pressing kisses to your face. "Making such a mess in my bed."

You couldn't help but cling to him as you felt his cock slam into you repeatedly, pushing you over the edge finally. The noises that you made were foreign to your ears, loud and lewd as your walls squeezed him for dear life. It was intense and you were so dazed you couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

All you could think about was him, your Dick.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum."

The words hit your ears but they didn't sink in until...

"I can't wait to paint your pretty pussy."

You wanted to scream at him not to but his lips were already smashed against yours, stoping you from saying anything.

He was throbbing inside you and as much as you despised it, your hips were lifting to meet his. It wasn't long before he was spilling inside of you, moaning into your lips at the feeling. You were sobbing at the last few thrusts, a complete wreck underneath him at the way he was making you feel.

"Dick I-" you words were strangled in your throat as you gazed up at him, feeling conflicted by the look in his eyes.

"Hmm," he hummed, rubbing his nose against yours. That dark look had faded from his eyes and now he stared at you with pure adoration, stirring your stomach in ways that it had never felt before.

"Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head.

"Whatever you say angel," he breathed in your ear, nuzzling himself in your neck as he kept himself buried inside you.

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horanghater · 5 months

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What Goes Up...

Summary: Chan is interested in a new kink and you do your job: support him.

▸ Pairing: Chan/Dino x F!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU:18+ / pwp, smut / established relationship If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.

▸ Warnings: exhibitionism

▸ Word Count: 1,956

▸ A/N: Had fun doing this for K-Vanity’s Wanderlust Festival! Prompts used: log ride, established relationship, protagonist is a suspect. Fat thank you to @shuadotcom for beta and juicy kithes for @wonwussy, @wooahaeproductions, and @onlymingyus for the endless encouragement while I worked on this. @bitchlessdino and @idyllic-ghost come get ya’ll juice!

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“I think I wanna try exhibitionism?” Chan knows you love him, knows he can trust you with anything.

“Ooh!” you gasp, lips quirking upward with intrigue as you study him on the other end of the couch. “Ok babe, let’s try it sometime.”

For all of his trust, Chan looks surprisingly relieved. “Really?”

“Of course! Just gotta figure out the ‘where’ and the ‘when’.” It’s the beginning of a bad idea.

The ‘where’ is the Amped Up Autumn event at the theme park a few highway exits away. An event that you are “absolutely banned” from, as delivered by ride attendant and fellow high school alumni Boo Seungkwan.

You’re not worried, though, and Chan isn’t either – he has no idea about your storied history of getting into trouble in some way or another at this event for the last several years. He also has no idea why you’ve got both a baseball cap and sunglasses on when it’s overcast, but “fashion” is an acceptable enough answer given that you’re not being suspicious otherwise.

Well, not suspicious at first. The two of you wait to enter the park and pick up maps (he can’t know you’re very familiar with it) without incident. It’s when you get to the petting zoo that he starts questioning things.

You start small, pressing against Chan’s side as he feeds a pony. He welcomes your warmth as always, beaming at you before turning back to the activity. When you both reach the smaller barnyard animals, you make it a point to bend at the waist to pet a sheep, ass kissing his crotch. Chan subtly moves back and though you don’t turn around to watch, you’re sure that he’s sure it was just an accident.

Amped Up Autumn is also home to peacocks, spoiled by and socialized with the endless droves of visitors to the park. When Chan nudges you excitedly as a muster of birds approaches, you make sure that there’s no misconstruing your actions.

“Shoot, I’m out of feed. Do you have any left?” You don’t wait for an answer, helping yourself to Chan’s supply. The paper feed bags are relatively shallow, but you make a show of digging in, forcing your hand roughly so he almost drops it. Chan catches it in time, right when you’ve pushed it near his groin. Your fingers spread and continue searching even though they’re so obviously at the bottom, rubbing greedily at his cock through his joggers.

Chan stiffens at the sensation and you watch, delighted as his expression morphs from surprise to confusion to cautious understanding, lips parting and closing again as his eyebrows pinch together. When you’re sure he’s received the message, you retreat with a fistful of mixed grains, making a show of feeding the peacocks. To passerby, you’re just an overenthusiastic attendee, but to Chan, you’re a flashing neon light that says ‘trouble’.

It’s almost comically convenient that Chan’s never been on Sawyer’s Mill, the park’s log flume ride. Even if he had, you would have insisted that you board it today. Thankfully, it takes next to no convincing to get him to join you in line; the thought of just sitting down for a few minutes is appealing enough on its own. You waste no time cozying up to Chan again, pushing your chest into his almost wantonly when you pull him in for a hug while you wait.

He knows you’re teasing by now, but lacks the willpower to stop it. You’re cute and you smell nice and it’s not like he can deny that your tits don’t feel good smushed up against him. The best he can manage is to nervously peek at the other attendees as you slowly snake through the line. You and Chan are one of many touchy couples here, so nobody seems to notice or, if they do, care.

Chan thanks the universe that that’s the case when you stand just ahead of him, hand at your side perfectly level with the seat of his pants. Your pinky keeps rubbing at him through the fabric, coaxing a chub that he can only hide by moving closer to you so your form can shield him from prying eyes.

Is this the longest line at the park or is Chan in purgatory? He’s not sure, but the way you keep prodding is making him desperate to get out of sight so he can just cum already and get back to what was supposed to be a very normal date. Clearly, that’s what you want too since you won’t leave him alone.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?”

You’re almost to the front of the line now and there’s a staffer on guard to make sure that nobody cuts at the last minute. His nametag reads “Seungkwan”. Seungkwan seems laser-focused on you and Chan so the question must be for you, but you just push up your glasses and turn around to scan the lane behind you. “Huh? Who?”

Chan follows your gaze, but is met with park-goers just as confused as you seem to be.

“You!” Seungkwan says, starting to point at you before quickly retracting his finger when his customer service training kicks in fully. He settles for vaguely gesturing at the two of you. “Would you mind taking off your glasses, please?” he asks curtly.

“Next two!”

Another attendant calls your party forward and you grab Chan’s hand to dart away and get into the car (...log?) that awaits you. Just as you leave Seungkwan’s line of sight, Chan spies him muttering something into a walkie talkie.

The ride attendant at the cars is much less interested in you – which is good (?) Chan guesses. “Bags on the floor, hands in at all times, jiggle the safety for me,” they sigh, rehearsed and apathetic as they lower the safety bar onto your laps. You rattle the bar excitedly before squeezing Chan’s knee and the attendant finds this sufficient enough, sending you off with a flat, “Enjoy.” Just as the car jolts into motion, they add, “Oh yeah, hats off. Enjoy.”

For the first time all day, you remove your cap and toss it to the floor of the car, exhaling with relief. The car begins its slow, steep ascent and Chan has a lot of questions now. “Babe, is there something you’re not telling me?”

“What do you mean?” You place your hand back on his knee and start rubbing, batting your eyelashes behind your dark lenses. “Are you not having fun?”

Chan tries to shift in his seat, but the safety bar cements him in place. It’s chilly here, between the fall air and shallow water sloshing around you, but he’s a bit warm now. “No, I’m having fun! Just–” your hand creeps up further, skipping over the bar to land limply on his dick. He lets out a shaky breath. “Seems like you had a…plan? For today?”

“Hmm, maybe, maybe not.” Your shit-eating grin clarifies further (as if it’s even necessary at this point).

“Are you sure about this?”

You rest your palm on his crotch, flat and firm. “I am. Are you?”

“I-I’m not sure.”

“Tell me to stop.” It’s not a threat or an order, just a reminder of what you’ve agreed to in conversations past. Experimentation is on the table until somebody calls it off.

Chan does nothing of the sort, instead whimpering and looking away as you continue to toy with him over his pants. You can’t hear him over the noise of the ride, but his refusal to look at you anymore provides plenty of satisfaction and confirmation that you should keep going.

You finally reach the top of the mountain, creeping into a cave that serves as a pit stop before the big fall. The darkride section of Sawyer’s Mill has seen better days, but the animatronic mountain lion that slides from the corner and roars through the speakers is sudden enough to give most newcomers a scare. Chan would have dove to certain doom if not for the bar and your now blatant grip on his cock. It jumps, just a little, in your hand and you’re certain that it’s not from the fear.

Chan slumps in his seat, rattled and frustrated. You don’t need to hear him to know; his cock is full and straining against the fabric. You lean over, breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Is this enough exposure for you? Can you get off like this?”

He doesn’t answer, just throws his head back in defeat as you slide past the waistband of his joggers and grasp his dick through the slit of his boxers.

“We’ve only got a minute or two, so I sure hope you can,” you singsong, pumping his cock hard and erratic, the way you know he likes it when he just wants to cross the finish line. Watching Chan like this, struggling against the safety bar to hump and screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget he’s coming undone publicly, has you soaked through your panties. If you thought you could get away with it, you’d find a way to sneak back in here after hours so Chan could fuck you next to the mountain lion. But alas, this is an occasion to just enjoy the delectable view and the warm precum that’s lubing up your hand as you yank Chan closer to the edge.

Chan is so close; you can tell by the conspicuously audible groan he lets out and the way his heartbeat pounds through him and directly into your palm. He opens his mouth and his eyes roll back and he’s right there–

And then you freeze. Chan whines and refocuses, only to immediately squint as the glaring yellow circle of a flashlight assaults his eyes. He tries to shield himself, arm extending over his face as the light finally moves. Then, he sees it. Another attendee, nametagged “Minghao”, is pointing the light on his tented pants and shaking his head vigorously as he frowns. He doesn’t say anything – he just continues to glower disapprovingly – and that only makes it worse as the beam follows the two of you shamefully through the last ten or so feet of the cave.

Mortifyingly, you don’t flinch at being discovered. Instead, you get back to work and wave at Minghao with your free hand as if this were a routine predicament. Chan moans your name plaintively, but you just lean in again, this time making sure that your lips brush his ear when you speak. “What’s the matter, Chan? Gonna cum?”

You glide your palm down his shaft one last time and tug on the way back up, thumb pressing into the sensitive head. And that’s all it takes. The car sputters as it accelerates and you begin your rapid descent down the slide, water crashing into the car with a force only rivaled by his climax. Chan sees white and feels his stomach rise up to his chest, though he’s honestly not sure if that’s from the ride or your ministrations.

It’s not until you jostle him that he even realizes you’ve reached the bottom and the ride is over. He stumbles from the car, dazed and silent. You’re both soaked through and Chan really hates the sensation of wet clothes on his skin, but the endorphins of afterglow overtake anything else he should be feeling right now.

“Good thing we’re all wet or else someone might notice you had a really good time!” you joke as you lead him through the ride’s exit lane, waltzing along as if you hadn’t just jerked his soul straight from his dick only moments ago.

Despite your nonchalance, Chan spies how quickly you put your cap back on and pull down the brim when you pass the exit gate and the attendee guarding it. As you pass by, Chan notices in his peripheral that it’s Seungkwan again. He doesn’t say a word, but Chan can feel the man’s eyeballs burning a hole in your retreating backs. Among the ambient park noise of Amped Up Autumn, he hears a voice through Seungkwan’s walkie talkie.

“...so gross!”

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lustspren · 1 year

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STARBOY EP 2. Prisoner ft Tiffany Young.

length: 8.4k words✦

Tiffany Young & Male Reader.

genres: dom! Tiffany, bdsm, degradation, hard sex, blowjob, handjob, face sitting, mommy kink, creampie, ✧

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Moving was fucking stressful. You didn’t have many things to carry, in fact, all your belongings and your clothes fit in a single suitcase and a bag, but you still had to get up very early in the morning to get everything in order as quickly as possible, that without removing the fact that there would be paperwork related to the condominium which you weren’t going to be able to complete before the meeting time with Sunmi. You would have time to worry about that later, right now you were only focused on not being late.

Heejin was extremely nervous while you two were waiting for the taxi, she bit her nails very often, and walked in one direction back and forth while biting the skin of her lips. She, unlike you, had three suitcases, and you had no fucking idea what exactly she was carrying in each other than her clothes. In a moment of anxiety and crisis last night after receiving the news, she locked herself in the bathroom and came out with her hair cut to her shoulders; your first impulse was to ask her what the hell she had done and what she was thinking, but just looking at her for a few seconds made you realize how incredibly beautiful she looked. It was one of the many qualities of hers, no matter what hairstyle she wore, she looked like a beauty goddess with each one of them.

"Can you stand still? You make me nervous," you turned to her. She was wearing a gray jean jacket with a tight black tank top under it, black joggers and converse sneakers; when you told her that she turned around and walked to stand next to you.

"How do you ask me to stay still when I'm moving to a place I never thought I'd go in my whole fucking life?!" she snapped, her brow furrowed, "and if that wasn't enough, I'm going to be a fucking burden to you," she was about to turn her back on you and keep walking, but you grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her back.

"Listen to me, Jeon Heejin," you looked into her eyes, released her wrist and took her hands, "you're not going to be a burden to me, okay? I want to give you a good life, the life you deserve," you caressed the back of her hands with your thumbs, "besides, do you seriously expect me to enjoy a place like that by myself? Nah, I need my Heekie there."

Heejin had a moment of silence as her face softened.

"God, you're so clingy," she sighed before wrapping her arms around your torso and burying her face in your chest.

"I think that's why I drive you so crazy," you wrapped your arms around her.

"Shut up the fuck up, wimp," she said, her gaze lost on her somewhere down the street.

Not a minute passed when a four-door black car stopped in front of you, it was the taxi you were waiting for.

Getting the suitcases inside the car was a difficult task, only two fit in the trunk of the car, while the other two were lying on the back seats. Heejin was left with no choice but to sit on top of you in the passenger seat, her ass pressing against your crotch quite intentionally. You stirred a little nervously, and looked out the window so as not to lose concentration.

"To Hannam the Hill, please."

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After a few directions the taxi dropped you and Heejin right in front of the apartment complex. You opened your door, letting her get out first. Her reaction was priceless, she immediately reminded you of you last night, you were sure you had the same surprised face, as if you were taking a child to an incredible place she had never been before; it was definitely a new world for her.

"It doesn't make any fucking sense, does it?" you laughed as you got out of the car, to walk to the trunk of the car.

"This place is amazing, like, what the fuck..." Heejin moved a little away from the taxi to get a more detailed view of the place, "is that a fucking mall?" she pointed out innocently.

"How about you help me get down the corpses you have as suitcases?" you said as you lowered the first suitcase and left it on the sidewalk.

"Oh sure, sorry."

Once you unloaded all the suitcases and your things from the car, you and Heejin walked to the entrance of the building, where the same doorman from the night before stood guard unperturbed.

"Good morning, sir, let me help you with that" the man recognized you right away and gave you a slight bow, the same towards Heejin, "Good morning, young lady," he said, then you handed him the two suitcases you were carrying.

"Good morning," you greeted back, "could you please tell me what time it is?" you already had your hand on the door handle.

"9:57 AM," he replied, after checking his watch.

"Fuck, right on time," you sighed in relief, then opened the door for the man and Heejin to walk through.

"Damn, I've never been treated so courteously," Heejin said as you walked toward the elevator, "and I've certainly never been called that before."

"Well, you'll have to get used to it. Let me help you with that," you took the two missing bags she was carrying from her hands.

The doorman had taken the elevator first, but it wasn't until it went down again that you and Heejin took it to get to the floor of your apartment. The man was waiting for you there, the suitcases by his side.

"Have a nice day, see you later," the man said goodbye as he walked past you and into the elevator, leaving the two of you alone in the cold and lonely hallway.

"Well, here we go, are you ready?" you saw her.

"Nope, but come on, let's do it," she nodded.

You took the lead, Heejin following close behind as you turned right, heading straight for the apartment door, which was made of a completely different wood that you couldn't identify, but still looked no less expensive than Sunmi's.

"Holy crap, this thing alone is more expensive than our previous apartment," Heejin said from behind you.

"'Right? I said the same thing, it's ridiculous."

It was enough to ring the bell once for the nerves to turn into tickles in your spine, as well as a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach; you had been through the same thing last night, exactly the same situation, but it still felt the same way, like you were a little mouse going right into its trap.

The door opened in a matter of seconds, and how could it be otherwise, Miss Lee looked stunning, short jean skirt, high-soled shoes, black socks below the knees and a sleeveless polo shirt. She looked at you and then looked at Heejin with that cold look that characterized her.

"I'm glad you're punctual, it will certainly be a plus for you," it was an awkward way to greet you, but at least you were thankful that she hadn't spit in your face.

"Good morning Miss Lee," you bowed, "Uh, this is Heejin…" you stepped aside so she could get a good look at her, "my roommate."

"Ah... hi, it's my pleasure," Heejin gave her an awkward smile, followed by a giggle, it was clear that she couldn't hide her nerves, especially when she didn't expect Sunmi to be that intimidating.

"Hm..." Sunmi scrutinized her from head to toe, "what do you do for a living, girl?"

"I-I'm... a graphic designer, and cartoonist," you could almost hear her gulp as she said that.

"Interesting..." Sunmi nodded slowly, "she's definitely gorgeous, take good care of her unless you want some famous athlete or investor's son to steal her away from you," she told you, especially emphasizing that last sentence as a threat, "well, let's go in, I'll give you a tour of your new apartment."

You and Heejin exchanged worried and nervous looks before following Sunmi inside.

The apartment was a million times more impressive than you imagined, so the two of you shared the same level of awe as you took your first steps. The aesthetics of the apartment was completely different from that of Sunmi, the wood of the floor and the walls were light gray, with some areas painted white, and the most remarkable thing for you were the two white marble columns, one next to the kitchen bar, and another one above the artificial fireplace in front of the living room, which, as if that were not enough, was gigantic, with the large window that occupied almost the entire left wall covered by white curtains, and a chain of L-shaped sofas on top of a rug that matched the surroundings.

"I had it cleaned first thing in the morning, so everything is spotless," Sunmi said proudly, as she walked in front of the two of you, then stopped in the middle of the living room.

"I can't believe you're letting me live in a place like this, what the fuck," you said, still stunned as you stared at the TV set up on the opposite side of the marble column.

"Is that a mirror?!" Heejin asked out loud looking up, sure enough, there was a large mirror on the ceiling just above the coffee table in the middle of the rug.

"Well, I guess I don't need to explain everything to you, you guys aren't stupid," Sunmi said, also looking at the mirror, "this is the living room, what's behind me is the kitchen, and there's the dining table. "

"Seriously, do we also have our own wine reserve?" You pointed to the bottle rack behind the pillar next to the kitchen.

"You're going to need it from time to time, just enjoy it."

"The only time I've had expensive wine in my life was literally 4 years ago," Heejin mentioned as she stood in front of the glass protected bottle rack.

"And you still have a lot of things to know, girl. Come on, I'll show you the rest."

The tour of the apartment was made quite short, Sunmi took the two of you to see the guest bathroom (or common bathroom), which had almost nothing special, however, the one in the main bedroom left you with the great surprise, it had a hot tub that was at least 3 meters wide and long, lit with RGB lights that were set to white by default. You also saw the other bedroom, which you clearly weren't going to use, and an office with a bookcase and a desk that you clearly weren't going to use either.

"Well, that's it, I have to go," Sunmi said when you returned from leaving the suitcases in the bedroom, "here are the keys, don't you dare lose them."

"Heejin and I are very grateful, Miss Lee, it's amazing," you replied as you took the keys and bowed, Heejin did the same.

"Then I hope you make this worthwhile for me, boy," she threatened, "and you," she fixed Heejin with her eyes, "make sure you don't leave his balls dry, his job depends on it."

You noticed how your face started to get hot, you were sure that you had blushed with embarrassment, just like Heejin.

"Ah… o-okay," your roommate nodded, again, using her smile as a defense mechanism against her nerves.

"Anyways, you'll have work tonight, I'll send you the information in the afternoon," Sunmi turned and started to walk to the exit, "Oh, and I must warn you about one thing," she paused with her hand on the handle, "she has a... strong temper, bye!"

And with that, she opened the door and walked out of the apartment. Heejin and you were alone.

"Oh no, you're gonna be pegged."

"Shut the fuck up!" you complained, earning a laugh from Heejin.

"Who knew you were going to get fucked in the ass before me," she continued as you sat down on the couch and sank into the soft seat.

"You sound jealous," you closed your eyes and clasped your hands on your abdomen.

"Hell nah, I'm not into that shit," you felt Heejin sit next to you.

"You haven't even tried."

"And I don't want to either."

"You'd let me fuck any hole in you just by asking, what the fuck are you talking about?"

After saying that you noticed that Heejin fell silent, it wasn't until he opened her eyes that you caught her staring at you, probably insulting you in the most horrible ways possible in her head.

"What?" you smiled mischievously.

"At least I would be fucked in the ass by choice."

"So, you would let me do it?" you raised both eyebrows.

"Nope. I'll go unpack my things," with that said, she stood up and disappeared from your sight.

You stayed alone in the living room, enjoying the peaceful silence with your eyes closed, you needed that, after all, a moment of meditation was the first thing you needed to assimilate everything that was happening. You really were in an apartment in the most exclusive area of Seoul, where you were going to live with the girl you loved; if you told the you of a few weeks ago that this was going to happen you would probably have told yourself that you were crazy, but that was the way things were now, and as incredible as it was, it was your new reality.

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7:23 PM

It was obvious that neither you nor Heejin were going to go out to the supermarket with so many things to organize in the apartment, so the two of you opted to order food. The selection had been easy, both of you wanted to eat sushi for days, so there you two were, sitting in the living room, with the view of the city of Seoul to your right. Surreal.

"I still can't believe any of this," Heejin said beside you, her mouth half full of the sushi roll, she took a moment to swallow, "I thought I'd end up serving ice cream at McDonalds."

"Well, at least you had a vision of your future, I didn't even have that," you replied, before eating a roll while watching the news on TV.

"I wasn't going to let you be a bum, I think that's for sure," she set the tray down on the table in front of you next to the chopsticks and pulled her legs up into your lap.

"I don't think it's the most romantic time to say it," you said gesturing towards the food, "but I feel very grateful to have you in my life, I mean, I don't know what I would do without you," you turned to meet her eyes.

She saw you back with a cute little smile on her face.

"God, you're so cute, come here," Heejin took the food from your hands and placed it on the table, then climbed onto your lap and squeezed her thighs on either side of your body. At your side you had a few napkins, she took one and wiped your mouth.

"Please don't make fun of me," you said, embarrassed at how corny you had been.

"Nah," Heejin wrapped her arms around your neck and leaned in a few inches until you two were face to face, "I'll give you what a lovely boy like you deserves."

Heejin slowly closed the distance between both faces, her lips were already brushing against yours, but before she kissed you, your phone vibrated in your pocket along with the personalized notification you had set for Sunmi.

"This has to be a fucking joke," you whispered bitterly, pulling away a bit to check the phone. Sunmi's message contained all the information you needed.

<< Tiffany Young, entrepreneur, economist, and investor, I owe so much of my success to her and her great business models. Be a good boy, and for god's sake, don't make her upset. >> Next thing was only a time and an address.

"You must go?" Heejin asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

"Mjum, I have to get ready and I'll be there at 8, sorry Hekkie," you put the phone down and gave her a little kiss on the lips, "when I get back we'll do whatever you want, I promise."

"Can we see Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi?" It was her favorite movie.

"Of course," you kissed her forehead, "now get down, I don't want a cucumber up my ass."

"Right, I almost forgot you're gonna be pegged," Heejin said as she got off your lap and lay on the couch with her head on the armband.

"I'm gonna pound your ass so fucking hard that you're going to have to walk in a wheelchair," you threatened as you stood up, then walked into the bedroom.

"Is that a reward or a punishment?" you heard Heejin say behind your back. Brat.

You really didn't have much to prepare before you left, you had showered minutes ago, and you already had half of your outfit on, you only needed a coat due to the low temperatures outside. When you were ready, you met Heejin at the door of the apartment.

"God, I'm nervous," you took a deep breath.

"I know, this will be your first anal experience, it must be weird," Heejin patted you on the shoulder, as she nodded and feigned understanding.

"I'm beginning to think you're seriously jealous," you narrowed your eyes at her.

"Maybe I am, you'll find out later, now go away, wimp," she poked you on the forehead with her middle finger.

"Take care, okay? I'll be right back as soon as I'm done," you gave her a little kiss on the forehead, then she nodded like a good girl.

"I'll be waiting for you, bye," she said, as you opened the door and left the apartment.

The address you'd been given wasn't too far from your building, in fact it was only a few buildings up, so you decided to walk. Upon arrival you were greeted with the same protocol as always, and in no time you were in the elevator to the woman's floor.

You walked down the hallway, much like the ones in your building, and came to the door corresponding to the apartment number. You rang the bell, expecting a bit of a delay in response, but as soon as you did, your hostess for today opened the door for you.

For a moment you thought your jaw would drop to the ground.

You had no fucking idea what to look at first, she was wearing a short black skirt, a tight sheer tank top and a black corset that showed off her luscious cleavage, and if that wasn't enough, she had small hole fishnets on her creamy legs. Her hair was jet black, and there wasn't much to say about her face, she was stupidly beautiful, her bright red lips immediately caught your eye. She gave you the same vibes as Sunmi, but there was a big difference, this woman did not have a resting bitch face, on the contrary, her face only said: << Make me mad and I swear I will beat the shit out of you >>.

"Ah, you must be the boy," she looked you up and down carefully, her brow furrowed, "come in."

You bowed as a sign of respect and entered without saying a single word, you were afraid that she would slap you for simply speaking. Her apartment was not very different from yours, it had a very similar style, only with a tighter distribution of space and very different furniture, you could tell that she had paid for a total remodeling, but what caught your attention the most was the strange presence of leather in... almost everything.

"Sit down," she commanded imperatively, gesturing toward the black leather couch.

So you did, and as soon as your butt was planted there, the woman climbed onto your lap and pressed her thighs against you in a firm grip.

"Okay, here are the rules, little toy," she looked into your eyes. You could have sworn she was judging your soul at the time, "First of all, you're not allowed to touch me for anything in the fucking world unless I tell you to; you'll answer to absolutely any nickname I give, no matter what it is; and more importantly, you're only allowed to speak when I ask you a question, and calling me two things: Miss Tiffany, and Mommy," she paused briefly, "got it, little toy?"

"Yes mommy," you nodded, and then gulped.

"Mmm, you're obviously a good boy, I think I like you..." Tiffany said, running her fingers through your hair and looking at you as if she was going to devour you, "I'm going to have a lot of fun using you."

And there you were again, being the prey. Your heart was pounding, and you were tense as shit; not even Sunmi had made you feel as tiny as Tiffany did, she radiated a dominating and imposing energy that you hadn't seen before, and half of all that energy was focused on how she saw you. Little by little, pegging ceased to be a fear and became a reality.

"Sunmi told me your cock was amazing... <<I've never tasted a so big and delicious one>>" she said, "Tiffany reached a hand between your bodies and went down to grab your cock in a strong grip, " I'll have to judge that myself," she whispered, caressing your bulge with the palm of her hand.

She closed the distance to kiss you, and it was obvious you weren't even going to bother being in control since it was impossible, so you just let her attack your mouth however she wanted. It didn't take long for you to feel her tongue collide with yours, and with each passing second she became more aggressive with her caresses, to the point where she was almost jerking you off over your clothes, a moan escaped you in the middle of the kiss.

"Oh, what did I just hear?" Tiffany broke the kiss. Fuck, "do you like that, pervert?"

"I... yes, yes mommy," you pursed your lips, your breathing a little uneasy.

As soon as you said that Tiffany was back to stroking your bulge furiously, a mischievous grin slowly creeped in. You couldn't explain why, since you've never had anything like this done to you, but it felt so fucking good, which made your face twitch a bit and your hips squirm; that of course caused her glee.

She did for a few more seconds, but stopped out of nowhere when she saw a small, prominent stain on your pants.

"Oh no… The little pervert is already spilling," Tiffany said with fake pity in her voice, "I haven't even touched your dick yet, you're so fucking pathetic," she got off your lap and stood up, pulling on your hoodie so that you would get up too.

She dragged you out of the living room, down the halls, and ended up in front of a dark mahogany door. Tiffany opened it, and you felt your spine suddenly freeze. At first glance it might seem like a normal room, dark, and full of elements that seemed to be taken from Morticia Addams' room, but as you looked at all the details you realized that... It was also a dungeon. A sex dungeon.

"Get undressed, now, but leave your boxers" she ordered once you entered and she had closed the door.

You started right away, starting with your shoes, your hoodie, and lastly your pants; when you finished, Tiffany came back with something in her hands. Handcuffs.

"Oh, what a nice body you have…" she placed her cold hand on your chest, and slowly lowered it past your abdomen to your rock-hard cock, giving it a slightly softer, slower squeeze, "I think I won't be so mean to you."

She slowly pushed you back to the side of the room, where there was a suspiciously lonely chair next to the bed. You knew what was about to happen, and you didn't know if you were excited or terrified to the bone.

"Seat," she commanded, and you, like an obedient dog, complied, "good boy," you saw how she disappeared from your sight to crouch behind you, you couldn't see anything, but suddenly she grabbed your two wrists and put them together behind the chair, the next thing you felt was the cold metal of the handcuffs surrounding them and holding them firmly, you tried to struggle, but you only got pain from how tight they were.

Tiffany took a few more seconds to come back in front of you, when she did you realized why, now she was completely naked, except for her black lace panties. Your eyes immediately went wild, running over every inch of her tight, pretty body with them, especially her pretty tits and her fishnet-adorned thighs. She opened your legs abruptly and knelt between them, she looked into your eyes, her gaze seemed to weigh the same as an aircraft carrier, because even holding her felt impossible for you, she was the most imposing woman you had ever met in your life.

She started with gentle strokes on your inner thighs, using the pads of all her fingers, going down to your knees but never quite touching your cock, but instead of her hands, she laid her tongue flat against the rear and gave you a very slow lick to your tip, a slight shiver attacked your whole body, followed by a deep gasp as Miss Tiffany took you into her mouth and began to aggressively suck half of your cock, the change had been so sudden that you squirmed a little in the chair, but after a few seconds you got used to it, and you couldn't do anything else but enjoy the not at all careful blowjob you were receiving.

Your hostess knew perfectly well what she was doing, it might seem that she was destroying your cock without any kind of mercy, but despite how strong and fast she was sucking you off, you could tell that for the two of you it felt fucking incredible. Tiffany constantly moaned around your cock, and you accompanied her with little shudders and gasps. Her nails dug hard into your thighs, that caused a deep growl to shake your throat, you were sure that several of those marks were going to bleed when she pushed her nails away.

"Oh my fucking god, your cock is so fucking delicious, fuck!" she rasped after pulling your saliva-soaked shaft out of her mouth, she lifted one hand from your thigh, only to jerk you off furiously. Just as you expected, her fingernails had caused you to bleed a bit, it stung, but you didn't even have time to focus on it, "You're going to give me a big fucking load right now, is that clear, you fucking disgusting toy?"

"Y-yes..." you only managed to say in a mix between pleasure from how she masturbated you and pain from her nails digging into your other thigh.

"Yes WHAT?!" she screamed at you, to dig her nails in even harder, you screamed in pain.

"Yes mommy! I'll give you my whole load, fuck!" you yelled back, and she finally pulled her nails from your thigh, to lay her hand flat. The marks bled in little trickles. Nothing to worry about, but still painful.

"That's a good fucking boy!" she said, as she masturbated you with all her might. Your cock was starting to dry from the mere friction, but she brought her free hand to her mouth, released a big spit on it and brought it to your shaft, turning it into an amazing two-handed lubricated handjob.

The wet sounds of their hands rubbing furiously against your cock and your little moans were the only noise that filled the room, you were tense in your chair, you couldn't see them, but you knew your knuckles were already white from how hard you were clenching your fists You were going to explode at any moment. Tiffany's arms didn't seem to tire at all, it seemed like she could be doing that all night, even if it meant ripping the skin off your cock.

"Come on you disgusting piece of shit, cum for mommy, give your whole fucking load to mommy," she demanded between her teeth, staring at you with those parted red lips.

You were very close, your breathing was already beginning to betray you, and all the pleasure that ran through your body was suddenly concentrated in your lower abdomen, and your eyes were narrowed as you felt the spark of your orgasm blossoming. Your hips squirmed in the chair as you fired your load, several spurts of it hitting your abdomen, the rest just going into her hands and joining the handjob. You had already cum, but even so Tiffany didn’t slow down, nor did she stop, quite the contrary, she went faster; she was overstimulating you, so you squirmed like a worm in the chair because of how sensitive your cock had become. You complained loudly, with huge yells and little taps of your foot on the floor, but Tiffany didn't care.

"You're going to give me another one, that's a fucking order, you fucking trash," she said imperatively, masturbating you into a mix of her saliva and your own cum. You could notice that it wasn’t the first time she had done this; she was rubbing the tip of your cock with her hand in quick circles, while with the other she kept rubbing all over your shaft. You couldn't stop writhing in pain, despite that you controlled yourself, but your teeth and jaw were clenched, and you had tears in your eyes.

She scooped up all the cum on your abdomen with her right hand, the one that was cupping and rubbing your tip, and she poured it all over your cock again, going back to the same process. It wasn't long until you gave her your second load.

This time you could only scream and grunt, you didn't see what was happening, your eyes were squeezed shut and your head thrown back in the chair due to the drainage, you only knew that this time your cum hadn't landed on your abdomen, and that Tiffany finally slowed down, when you opened your eyes and straightened your head, you found that the woman's face was painted white, filled with your fluids. She had a big proud smile on her face. Both you and her were in a mess, and there was cum everywhere, on her face, on her hands, on your abdomen, on your cock, and some on the floor.

"You're such a good boy. The best I've ever had, by far," the smile faded, but it didn't go away for a moment as she wiped you clean, wherever there was cum (except on the floor), Tiffany used her tongue to take it all into her mouth, soon you were clean, a little sticky, but clean, "I'll give you your well-deserved rest."

Tiffany got up and stood behind you, soon you heard a <<click>>, and your hands were free. You sighed, and moved your wrists in circles to warm them up again, they ached, so you winced.

"Were they too tight? I'm sorry, I don't really care honey," she patted your cheek with a gesture of false sympathy, "don't get used to it anyway. Stand up and lie down on the bed."

You obeyed like a well-trained dog, despite the fact that your legs at first didn’t give in to support the entire weight of your body, you managed to stand up and stagger to the bed, you got into it, and lay down in the middle, your head resting on a soft pillow. Your gaze locked on the ceiling for a moment as you psyched yourself up for the long run ahead, but you were distracted by the addition of a new weight to the bed. Tiffany had climbed on the bed, she was kneeling next to you, now without panties.

"You're going to eat my fucking pussy, your pathetic face will serve as my chair for a little while," she said, taking both of your hands and clasping them on your abdomen, then put the handcuffs on again, this time they felt more loose, but still painful.

She turned around and climbed onto your chest, her cute little ass perched right in front of your face, your eyes locked on her wet pussy as she moved closer to your mouth, who soon was sunk between her cheeks, giving you the first contact with her soft folds, which you began to lick slowly.

Tiffany sighed, enchanted by the delicacy and skill with which you began to eat her pussy, for you it was like a starter, you knew that soon she wouldn't be satisfied with just that. The moment wasn’t long in coming, your hostess fixed her thighs on each side of your head, in a firm constriction that forced you to raise the level; your tongue began to move much faster, exploring every corner of her slit as if your life depended on it (and it did), she ground her ass against your face slowly at first, with sensual little moans, but as you used everything you knew to satisfy her, she began to mount your face as if it were a mechanical bull.

Her hands rested on the upper part of your abdomen, clinging to it with her nails while she used your mouth at will. It was a complete torture not being able to touch her in any possible way with your hands, you wanted to feel her trembling thighs, or squeeze her nice tight ass, or even massage her modest perky tits, but this was all you could get, so you were making sure to give your best.

You focused on her clit, attacking it with frantic licks with the tip of your tongue and long licks between its folds; she removed her hands from your abdomen to put them behind her and wrap her fingers in your hair to pull it; she pressed her pussy even more against your mouth, which ended up leaving you almost no air to breathe. She was choking you, and you were sure she didn't give a shit, so you made one last effort, eating her pussy like you haven't had meat in years. The loud cries of pleasure were the main indication that her orgasm was close, so you didn't falter for a second, not even due to the fact that you were beginning to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Lucky for you, within seconds Tiffany exploded in your mouth, she flopped forward, one side of her face resting on your flaccid cock as her body jerked in short intervals from the spasms, her fluids staining your mouth and part of your jaw She had lifted her ass away from your face, so you were able to take a long breath of air, your chest going up and down quickly as you tried to catch your breath. You didn't know what "well deserved rest" meant to her, but damn, this time she almost killed you. Again, you were paralyzed, your gaze lost at the ceiling; you knew it wouldn't end there.

You don't know how much time passed when Tiffany had fully recovered, she got off your chest, and then turned to you with a fucking sensual look that made you shudder. Her hand moved to your cock, which she firmly grasped and began to rub up and down, slowly bringing it back to life.

"You know what? I feel merciful today," she said, leaning into your cock to take it into her mouth, she gave you a very brief slow suck, just enough to make your shaft rock hard again, when she did, she broke away from your cock to remove the handcuffs and throw them to the ground, "touch me, how you want, where you want, and when you want, but all other rules still apply, is that clear, little toy?"

"Yes mommy, of course," you agreed, a small hint of a smile on your face.

She straddle your abdomen again, her thighs pressing hard on either side of your torso; she flopped forward, her hair covering the sides of your face as she smashed her lips against yours, you hesitated a bit to make the first contact due to the irrational fear you had, but finally your arms wrapped around your hostess’s skinny body, your hands feeling her creamy skin for the first time all night. You let her have control over her kiss, to dominate you at her whim despite the freedom she had just given you, that didn't matter to you, the truth was that you were enjoying it.

You held her tightly against you, not wanting to waste a single second of the closeness between your bodies; a short time passed when her ass claimed all your attention, and as if by magnetic attraction, your hands squeezed both of her cheeks with force, Tiffany released a mixture of moan and growl against your mouth.

"Spank mommy hard, you fucking trash, come on," she ordered through her teeth, then kissed you again.

Again, you hesitated, but she seemed to be really serious about her demands, so you simply did as you were told, raising your right hand and letting it drop suddenly against her buttock, the spank resound throughout the room.

Tiffany, again, growled in the middle of the kiss, and put her tongue inside your mouth to add to the aggressive dance, in response, you raised your other hand and gave her a hard spank on her other buttock, and then another one in which you'd already slapped, your hostess pulled away from the kiss and screamed, clutching at your hair with her fingers and pulling it in a way that hurt, but you couldn't complain, you couldn't and you didn't have to.

"Listen to me, you piece of shit, I'm going to ride you so hard I'm going to break you in half," she warned, still pulling your head back, and you didn't know if you should be excited or terrified about it.

She let go of your hair and put a hand between your bodies, it came down to meet your hard cock, which she rubbed a few times before lining it up with her slit; there was no foreplay or anticipation of any kind, Tiffany simply lowered her hips little by little, impaling herself on your flesh. Her folds engulfed your shaft slowly, taking you inch by inch into her stupidly tight pussy. A long moan escaped from your mouth just like Tiffany's, and with another couple of inches, your cock was completely buried inside her.

"Holy fucking shit," Tiffany gasped with her eyes closed and her eyebrows raised in pleasure, "this dick is amazing, fucking amazing."

Her eyes snapped open, to see you with an expression that froze your body, she really was going to destroy you. Her hand went to your neck as she straightened up a little, and for the first time in your life, you were being choked. It was a strange sensation, you didn't know if that was the hardest she could squeeze, but your breathing was already quite obstructed, what made you really enjoy it was the movement of her hips up and down, fucking herself with every inch of your throbbing flesh.

She was slow at first, but as she got used to your thickness she began to move faster, which came with an increased grip on your neck, now she was squeezing hard, almost as hard as her pussy walls on your cock. You couldn't moan, you couldn't even make a sound, but your eyes and your expressions let her know that you were really enjoying it like a son of a bitch, which you didn't expect from yourself, but the truth is that if you had to experience that for the first time, would have to be with a woman like this, so intimidating, strong and impetuous that deep down she drove you crazy.

Your gazes never left each other, she watched you as she continually moaned in pleasure, her crimson red lips in an O shape as she quickly jumped on your cock.

"You like how mommy rides that filthy fucking cock? Huh?" she teased you, to slap you hard with her free hand, then she released your neck so you could respond. You breathed for a moment before answering.

"Fuck yes mommy," you only managed to say, your cheek red hot from the slap she had just given you, but that response only earned you another, on the other cheek.

"I didn't fucking hear you!" she yelled at you, riding you harder.

"Yes mommy! I love how you use my cock as your filthy fucking toy!" you yelled back, almost snarling.

That seemed to turn Tiffany on even more, as she planted her feet on the mattress on either side of your torso to begin slamming her ass against your pelvis aggressively, so hard that she took your breath away a bit with each crash. She choked you again, but this time with both hands, and squeezing hard, your breathing almost completely obstructed. She was keeping her promise, you really felt like she was going to break you in half with the force and speed with which she jumped against your cock.

"Give me a fucking load, come on, come on!" she demanded of you with the imperativeness of a soldier, and the truth was that you weren’t far from your orgasm. No sooner said than done, your orgasm came within seconds, and she loosened your throat a bit so you could moan as you shot your load inside her, but Tiffany didn't stop.

You started to scream and writhe in pain, but Tiffany subdued you by pressing your neck hard against the bed. You couldn't take it anymore, you were going to collapse at any moment, the pain was unbearable, but for some reason you found some pleasure in it.

"One more, baby, just one more, you can do it," she growled through her teeth, then grinned devilishly and moaned aloud. Your cum spilled out from inside her and ran free all over your shaft, serving as a perfect natural lubricant to make her pussy feel even better. You didn't know what was going to happen first, but you were starting to get dizzy once more; everything was too much for you, the obstruction of your breath, the violent crashes against your pelvis, and the overstimulation. A few seconds passed when you cum again, your body contorting violently, forcing you to hold on to Tiffany's wrists. Your hostess screamed at the ceiling as she felt a new load inside her pussy, which brought her to an orgasm almost as violent as yours. Both of your bodies shaked in spasms; Tiffany released your neck and smashed her face into your chest, but it was too late.

Your vision went black.

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10:48 PM

Your head hurt, that was the first thing you noticed when you woke up, the second thing was that you felt like a truck had run over you twice. Your eyes widened weakly as you stretched out on the incredibly soft mattress, making you remember where you were.

"God, you're finally awake," a female voice said to your right, "I was starting to think I'd put you in a coma."

You turned your head to see where the voice came from, you found the beautiful face of your hostess already softened; she no longer seemed to want to insult you by the mere fact of sighing, she seemed more concerned about you. Just as a precaution, you didn't speak, you just put your hands on the mattress to sit up with a lot of effort; your whole body ached, especially your thighs and pelvis.

"Are you okay? Wasn't I too harsh?" Tiffany also sat next to you, and cupped the side of your face with one hand, "You can talk freely now, honey."

You frowned, and you saw her somewhat confused, was she really the same person? You remembered the most intimidating woman you'd ever met, even scared you, now she just looked like a worried mom.

"Hmm, ignoring the fact that I feel like I got beat up in an alley, yeah, I'm fine," you arched your back to stretch it as well, "and to answer your second question well..." you looked down at your thighs, both wounded by their nails, just like your chest.

"God, I'm so sorry, I don't know myself when I'm horny," she gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, one you never thought you'd receive from a person like the one you met a few minutes ago, "I'll pay you extra to cover the damages , I'm sorry."

You were silent for a moment, staring at nothing, you definitely never thought you'd meet such a beautiful and sexy bipolar woman, and you didn't know how to feel about it.

"Well, at least I hope I gave you a good service," you swung your legs off the bed and sat on the edge, then tried to get up, but failed on the first try, "fuck."

"Oh yes, you can be sure I'll recommend you, you have an amazing cock, and you know how to play," she got off the bed and stood in front of you, still naked, "let me help you," she offered you both hands for you to get up.

"Thank you very much, I appreciate it, but I don't think I'll be available until the day after tomorrow, unless I want my dick to explode," you took both of her hands and stood up, your legs wobbly.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" she asked concerned, looking up to meet your eyes, "I only made you cum... 4 times."

"Doesn't seem like enough? Damn," you walked slowly towards your pile of clothes, only to find your boxer and put it on.

"Well, you're right, but in my defense, I've never tasted cock this good," she shrugged.

"I'm flattered, ma'am, but could you please tell me how long I was asleep?"

"Huh..." she paused to think about it, "almost two hours."

"WHAT?!" you yelled, balls in your throat, "oh shit," you put your hand to your forehead, "we're ready here, aren't we?"

"Sure, I'll go out to deposit the money in your account," she approached you and put her hands on your neck, "you did amazing today, little toy, I hope I can still count on you," she gave you a little kiss on the lips, before walking out and leaving you alone in the room.”

You didn't know if that nickname was going to bring you traumas or some kind of kinky shit, but the truth was that you had a chill down your spine when she said it.

You got dressed as fast as you could, checked that you had all your things (your phone and wallet), and walked outside with the weight of 90 souls on your back. Tiffany was already in the doorway, a black towel wrapped around her body.

"It's done, check the amount when you have a moment," she opened the door for you, "Take care, okay? If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me," she handed you a piece of paper with what you assumed was her number.

"God, you really confuse me," was all your brain could process for you to say, "Good night, Miss Young, I won’t forget it," you gave her a little bow, and then walked out.

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11:24 PM

When you entered your apartment, the first thing you did was take off your shoes and leave them at the entrance; the lights were mostly off, so you took it upon yourself to turn on only the necessary ones so you wouldn't trip over everything while walking to the kitchen. You opened the fridge, only to take out a can of beer, uncover it and take a sip, then just sat on one of the bar stools, admiring the night views of the city in complete silence.

A few minutes passed until you finished your beer, left it in the trash, and headed to the bedroom, where you found Jeon Heejin buried up to her neck in sheets. The room was only illuminated by the light from the TV screen, she was watching anime.

"Honey! You're just in time," she pulled the sheets up to her belly to hold out her arms for you, an excited smile on her face, she was wearing one of your hoodies. Her smile rubbed off on you, so that's how it felt to be loved, huh?

You just walked weakly towards her after closing the door, climbed on the bed, got under the covers, and went straight into her arms, your face buried in her neck, she smelled delicious, like a new soap whose smell you couldn't decipher. Her embrace felt warm, like you were home and had absolutely nothing else to worry about.

"How was everything?" she asked innocently.

"She fucking destroyed me," you replied, your voice low and your eyes closed.

"Oh no, she really pegged you," her voice sounded worried, but you were sure she wanted to tease you.

"She. Didn't. Fucking. Pegged me," you clarified, "She just… god."

"How many times?"

"Four," you said, knowing what she meant.

"Jesus Christ! That woman is a danger to society," she put her hand on the back of your neck, as if she wanted to protect you.

"I really felt like she was going to kill me, in fact, I passed out," you sighed, lifting your face from her neck so you could see her, "don't laugh at me, please."

Heejin was already ready to laugh, but she held it back just because you asked her to.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry," she gave you a peck on the forehead.

"Please tell me you didn't watch My Neighbor Totoro without me."

"Nope, you know I couldn't, I was just watching an anime I had pending," she looked at the screen for a moment, then at you, "do you want to watch it now? And cuddle with me all night?"

"Please, that's all I need."

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viintxgephrxg · 1 year

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— rodan.

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley/younger!reader [gn]

genre: platonic

fandom: call of duty: modern warfare 2

summary: rodan and ghost have been partners for as long as the younger could remember, after a tragic accident that resulted in the loss of their entire team they decided to stick with the masked man permanently…. surprisingly, he wasn’t opposed to that

c/w: blood and death, depictions of violence and gore, war/militant violence, gender neutral terms and pronouns (they/them), gender unspecified

a/n: there’s gonna be several different parts because the campaign is long as all fucking hell 😭 but i want to write out the entire thing w reader insert so.. hope you enjoy this little snippet!

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the sun was scorching. blistering as it burned, it’s rays hot and stifling across the torrid desert plains of al mazrah, united republic of adal.

and even more stifling and oppressively warm against the back of one [y/name] [l/name]. callsign; rodan. an expert in pyrotechnics and demolitions, a ‘one hell of a shot’ sniper, and a pretty thoroughly trained medic. the callsign was their idea actually, being an avid godzilla fan growing up and having watched the entire series beginning to end at least a dozen times.

their commanding officer at the time of choosing it agreed wholeheartedly. though, his was less based on fantasy movies and more so based on [y/name]’s strange fascination with anything that is fire and demolitions. even stranger was their seemingly vast and deep knowledge of the subjects. “rodan huh? fire demon indeed ain’tcha kid?”

[y/name] swore through and through they weren’t a pyromaniac. though their partner, ghost, had a hard time believing that after a mission in peru. which not only resulted in a new scar across their face.. but also an enemy building being set ablaze and leveled to the ground at their hand. the tick that set him off about their weird love of all things fire and demolitions was their manic laughter as the building collapsed.

the callsign made sense to him now, but when he was first partnered with the kid he was set off by their strange obsession, and sharply polished fighting skills. now though, he knew the kid was —excluding their persona on the battlefield— relatively harmless.

couldn’t say the same for their incredible talent in working every last one of his nerves though—

“uuggghhhh.”

—ghost sighed under his breath, though he wouldn’t ever admit it the annoyed feeling he had was stitched with a deep and profound fondness and love for the whining sniper walking behind him.

“keep walkin’.” he grumbled.

“it’s so fucking hot,” they complained. halting for a moment to tug at the bunched up fabric of their tactical joggers creasing up their crotch.

“it’s just the fuckin’ sun kid,” ghost responded.

“well the sun is shitting all over me,” [y/name] grouched, “everything’s rubbing and pinching! i’m in need of some baby powder or something!”

“what you need is a fuckin’ muzzle.” ghost teased, though his comment was insulting his tone let the younger soldier know he was only playing.

“oh wow that was a good one,” they mocked, “it was still a good one the last seventy fucking times you used it.”

“if i’ve had to say it seventy fuckin’ times maybe it’s time to do a little self reflectin’.”

[y/name] feigned a laugh, then dropped their expression to annoyed as they glared at him from the corner of their eye. not that he could see them side-eyeing him past their black tactical goggles. or see their expression through the black tactical mask on the lower half of their face. “you’re so fucking funny. honestly, i’m in goddamn stitches over here.”

ghost let one corner of his lips pull up into a jibing smirk behind his mask, the banter between him and the pyromaniac succeeding in lightening his mood—

“i’m not havin’ a good time either but i’m not gonna whinge the entire time.”

—only slightly.

“well that’s the difference between you and me, that and i’m very good looking.”

“and humble.”

[y/name] laughed, an actual laugh spilling from their lips at his response to their arrogance. ghost spun around, having turned to face the sniper when they stopped to pull the pinching wedgie out of their ass and the pair remaining where the stood throughout the duration of their conversation. “let’s keep movin’. we’re nearly there.”

the masked man didn’t bother turning over his shoulder to make sure they were following, he knew they’d dutifully fall in step behind him as he stalked through the desert plain. and [y/name] did just that, after tugging the creases in their pants loose again.

the sniper didn’t complain much after that, finding a bit of solace in the cool shadows of the canyon they entered, and the way their tactical goggles blocked out most of the reflective light.

if they were to complain about anything other than the sheering heat and blinding sunshine, it would be the mask over the lower half of their face that was making it a touch harder to breathe. they figured ghost was well past his limits with their grousing though so they kept that little problem to themself.

they continued forward regardless, following their partner as he climbed rocks and vaulted over old and withered dead logs. until finally, they made it to their assigned checkpoint.

it was an overhanging ledge, one that had a crystal clear vantage point of the relatively large militia gathering several miles ahead and on level ground.

and that there was their assignment. an arms deal iranian terrorists were to make with russia, and the iranian’s qud’s force general; ghorbrani was due to be there. their mission was to assassinate him. with commander graves of shepherd’s ‘shadow company’ leveling the rest of the gathered militia with a short range missile.

[y/name] let ghost communicate to laswell, and everyone else on their channel that they were in position. graves responded he was ready to launch the missile when they were. with that the masked man turned to his partner at his side. “go ahead kid.”

[y/name] nodded then got down onto their stomach, inching forward in an army crawl until they could perch their rifle right at the very rim of the cliff they were on. when it was set firmly into the grooves of the sandstone they leaned forward and peered through the scope, swiveling the barrel until the crosshair aligned perfectly with general ghorbrani’s head. “set.”

ghost nodded at their word of confirmation then reached up to click the button on the radio strapped to his shoulder. “rodan is clear. launch the missile.”

“copy, sending now.”

[y/name] counted the seconds down in their head, listening in to graves’ countdown as well just to be sure they aligned the shot perfectly.

when they reached two together rodan clenched their finger and pulled the trigger, they watched through their scope as ghorbrani’s head jerked to the side with a geyser of blood before his body dropped.

the men surrounding him panicked, scrambling about and lifting their guns. and that’s all [y/name] saw before they pulled away from their scope and ducked their head into the crook of their elbow. bringing their opposite arm up to cover their head as the missile made contact.

a loud and piercing explosion erupted in their ears as the missile made contact, they felt the rush of wind from the explosive then the rumble of the earth through their gear and uniform.

when [y/name] lifted their head from the cover they saw the area had been demolished, and the smoke from the missile rolling outwards in a ring from the contact point.

“bloody fuckin’ hell,” they heard ghost mutter quickly followed with; “direct hit. target destroyed.”

[y/name] lifted themself from the ground and dusted off the front of their gear, swiping their hand quickly over their pants to get the dust collected on the fabric off.

the dust didn’t puff up in a cloud as they patted their pants though, the sandy colored dirt sticking to their joggers. they grumbled and let the rifle slide from their hands to hang at their hip before using both hands to try and pat it off. again… no avail.

[y/name] growled angrily as their patting and dusting turned aggressive to try and get rid of the shit all over their pants.

“quit fussin’ with it!” ghost growled grabbing their wrists and tugging them away from their joggers. having been watching them grow more and more irritated with the dust in their pants.

“it’s gonna annoy the hell outta me!”

“try to ignore it!”

“i can’t do that if i already know it’s there!”

“well it obviously ain’t gonna come off! just get movin’ back to extract!” he order firmly and in finality, the sniper grumbled under their breath as they spun around when he released their wrists.

ghost followed behind them as they both trekked back the way they came, walking just about a mile or two before coming upon the heli sat idle on a leveled plateau. the pilot still sat in the front with his arms folded and his head dropped forward on his chest.

[y/name] stifled their laughter at the ‘dad pose’ the pilot took to taking a nap and ghost huffed before he roughly pushed them forward. the sniper having stopped to leer humorously at the sleeping soldier. “get your ass in the damn helicopter.” he growled.

[y/name] didn’t say anything as they clambered into the chopper through the gaping door, settling relatively quick on the seat up against the wall of the chopper. they heard ghost knock on the window with his knuckle, the soldier awakening with a flinch as he turned to the source of the noise to find ghost gesturing they were ready to ship out.

the pilot nodded as he slid on a headset and flicked several switches above his head to get the helicopter going. the headphones over their ears muffled out the loud shriek of whirring blades as the bird started up.

ghost climbed in and took the seat directly across from his partner, after sliding on a headset of his own he found himself staring at them.

[y/name] didn’t pay him any mind, long since having grown used to the way he likes to observe and keenly watch everything around him.

they instead lifted their fingers to the sides of their goggles and pulled them off from over their eyes to rest on their hairline. then reaching back, loosened the tightening buckles of their mask, they held it while they tugged down the black tactical shemagh they usually layered underneath their metallic mask down to bunch up in their neck. then let the black steel mask drop to sit in the space of their neck atop of it.

ghost’s focus was immediately drawn to the scars on their face, the one spanning across the left side of their face particularly. starting thin at their hairline and thickening as it scratched over their eyebrow, eye and ended in the middle of their cheek.

then his eyes graced over the one across the right side of their lips, the small x scar on their right cheek, and then finally the medium sized one just above their right eyebrow. that was the one they obtained in peru, when one of the assailants they were fighting managed to knick them with his knife.

when they leaned their head back, closing their eyes with a sigh, ghost could just barely see the thick and jagged scar spanning across the length of the front of their neck. the scar anyone could tell was from someone slashing their throat. [y/name] still remembers that day. vividly.

and they’ve never ever spoken about it. not even to ghost. the only reason he knew the scar existed in the first place was because one day [y/name] hadn’t been wearing the black tactical shemagh they usually wear in their neck to obscure it.

and even now he barely saw it past the brim of said scarf, bunched up around their neck, the tactical mask resting in the dip of their throat obscuring it alongside.

he stared a moment longer before turning away and watching the desert plains as they sped passed. when they finally touched down in their temporary outpost, they both were quick to climb out and make their way inside.

meeting up with laswell and briefing her on how the mission went on their end. then, the pair were shocked to be told they’ve been granted a few months of leave. their station chief believing they could use the long over due off-duty time.

when they got this news neither [y/name] nor simon were too enthusiastic. they both didn’t have much, or anything at all to go home to.. there wasn’t really any reason for them to be excited to temporality be on a break from their militant careers.

what they did have was each other.. and they find solace in that and as usual ghost spent those months with the younger soldier, and as usual he was able to melt back to simon.

simon who was comfortable in [y/name]’s presence. not ghost; the cold and desensitized soldier who had an indifference to everything surrounding him. he could just be simon, the man behind the mask who felt a love like no other for the kid. the kid who had grown on him.

and he was afraid of those implications. for in his very long and very traumatic life simon had come to realize there was nothing good in this world for him. everything he’s ever had that came close to being something or someone he could love.. was incinerated and destroyed.

and he was certain the young soldier would meet the same fate.. but he couldn’t help it. they reminded him so much of himself that it made him dwell on their presence so much more.

he was a bit shocked that he had taken to them so quickly, but he was more so shocked that the sniper in turn had taken a shine to him too.

he knew very little of [y/name]’s background, only what they had told him when they first met about their trauma and nightmarish past. they, only doing so after he shared a bit about what he went through.

though, as the months and months continued to pass he found himself growing more and more attached to the younger. it was a strange thing… whenever in their presence he had felt a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.

a warmth he believed with every sliver of his being had been destroyed alongside any semblance of happiness or comfort he had or would have.

but alas… there they were. [y/name].

his [y/name].

and he would do anything to keep them safe… alive.. he had to. because for once in his entire damn life..

… simon would be selfish.

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a/n: ik it’s short as hell but i’ve a plan for this okay.. and i’m also trying to finish up the last couple chapter of ‘anpu’ so this is what we’ve got 🌝 i’ve also grown to realize i’ve a habit of not only making [reader] crazy strong and badass but also refuse to reveal any of their history ever lmaooo

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captainlondonman · 1 year

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TRUCK DRIVER DAN

Dan climbed into his truck. It was going to be a long day but the money would be good. He was 40 looked bloody great for his age with shaved head , always a couple of days facial growth which gave him a rough edge, good stocky build, one arm covered in tats and he always thought when he looked in the mirror he could get his rocks off with anyone when he wanted. He was always in HiViz clothes and found guys really got off having sex with a lad in Hi Viz. Most liked that dirty manly look. He had started wearing a thick steel cock ring and as he always wore joggers it made his already big dick look even better. It always seemed to make him horny and ready for action. When seen from the side it looked like a tent pole and he loved the ways both sexes stared at his dick. Sometime he would do a short run so his dick bobbed up and down. He was certain that some guys went straight off for a wank jealous at the size of his dick with the ring on.

As he got into the lorry he took off his jacket but kept on the Hi Viz waistcoat. As he was sitting there alone with only the waistcoat and no T shirt he could look down and admire his dark curling hairy chest.

‘Better get going’ he thought. He set off and got onto the road realising after an hour that he could do with some gum and have a piss, so drove into the petrol station. He walked in and saw behind the counter a big guy, 6’4”, muscle and moustache.

‘Yeah mate, what do you want.’

‘Just some gum’ Dan replied picking up his favourite. ‘You got a toilet. Needing a piss.’

‘No prob mate. Go round the back and you’ll see where to go.’

‘Thanks man,’ he said giving his crotch a rub and noticing the bloke dropped his eyes to look.

Dan found the outside building and went in .There were only two stalls, so he kept the door open as he was the only one there and pulled down his joggers to start a good long heavy piss.

‘Fucking great cock’, he thought to himself, ‘the only problem is this cock ring makes me always horny.’

As he looked down he saw a good size glory hole in the partition. He was almost finishing his piss, when the outside door opened and he was aware someone was in the next cubicle. He was giving his dick a good shake ready to load it back into his joggers when a finger came through the hole beckoning him over and then a few seconds later it vanished and a bloke’s tongue came through. Seeing the guy’s saliva dripping on to the floor made Dan’s cock start to rise. Never pass by a good cock suck he thought, as he put his hand over his meaty dick for a good stroke. He moved forwards and let his cock through the hole, just wide enough for his monster. The moment it was through he felt the guy’s lips over his head, licking and spitting loads of saliva onto the tip. He could feel the heat of the guys breath as his mouth moved over Dan’s shaft.

This guy has sucked a few cocks before Dan thought feeling his cock extend out to its full length, the blood surging through his hard on. Dan pressed himself against the cubicle so his entire manhood was on the other side for the bloke to get down his throat. He felt it slip down the throat as the bloke gagged slightly with the massiveness but it did not stop him. In fact the guy wanted it all and soon started moving his mouth up and down slowly letting his spit grease the cock. The more spit the more he started to quicken . Dan could feel his thick lips sliding up and down the shaft, and groaning with pleasure. Hearing the noises made Dan even more horny and he could imagine the guy on the other with his flies open, his cock out stroking it harder and harder the more he sucked Dan.

‘Fuck man, I’m ready to cum. There’s plenty of cum for you to swallow.’ The guy groaned even more hearing this.

‘Shit man, I’m coming,’ his body tensed as he could feel his cum rise from his hanging balls and coarse through his prick.

‘Yeah man here it is’, and with that he arched his body and thrust forward against the partition so the guy could take every last bit of cum that was streaming out of his prick.

He then heard the guy give a massive groan and could imagine him coming all over the partition.

Wiping his dick he pushed his cock back into his joggers and walked round to see who had been sucking him off. It was the shopkeeper looking up at Dan smirking from one side of his face to another

‘I’d hoped it was you mate’ he said as he pulled the guy and into him kissing and tonguing so Dan could feel some of his own cum tasting it and swallowing the mix of cum and spit.

‘That’s some cock you’ve got there and I love the cock ring. Shit makes you so bloody huge.’

‘I’ll be coming back this way on my way to the depot so be ready to close up as that arse of yours will feel my ring up against your cheeks.’

Dan patted the guys bum and winked as he walked out .

‘Don’t worry Ill be ready.’

Dan got back into the lorry. Christ that was good stop off. He looked down to see a cum stain on his joggers.

Just hope that stain dries up before I get to my pick up.

After a couple of hours he turned up at the house to collect furniture from a couple who were moving home. The wife came out to greet him.

‘Shame I’m not into women he thought, she ain’t bad.’

Blond, good figure having clearly worked out and well dressed.

‘Come in and have a coffee first’ she said ‘my husband is up in the attic sorting things out.’

Whilst he was having his coffee the husband walked in.

‘Hi, name’s Rob’ giving Dan a good firm handshake.

‘Shit what a good looking couple.’

Rob was more than 6ft, dark with heavy facial growth, rugby build wearing jeans and polo top showing off well honed hairy arms.

I see my lovely wife’s given you a coffee, as he moved to put his arm around her and kiss her on the cheek. We have quite a lot to load for the new house. I see you are on your own so no probs I’ll help you. Just as well I was at the gym earlier.’

The two blokes went round the house lifting all the marked items and loading them onto the lorry. Dan could see Rob’s muscles every time a heavy piece of furniture was lifted.

Once all was loaded, Rob said.

‘I reckon I should come with you if that’s OK as you will need help at the other end to offload. We should be able to get there before dark . Are you OK with that?’

‘Sure Dan responded. ‘It would certainly help shift all this into the house.’

‘Is that OK darling?’ he looked at his wife almost with guilt at leaving her.

‘Its OK, let me know when you get there,’ as she put her arms around him and kissed.

The two men got into the van and drove off. Both were keen on football and rugby so had a lot of banter to share and it made the journey easier until they got behind a pile up on the main road.

‘Shit this is not moving. Not sure how long this journey will now take us.’

A couple of hours they were still there with police cars and ambulances going up and down.

‘Look’ Rob said ‘we are never going to make it on time for you to finish. I’m really sorry about all this. I know there’s a motel a mile down the road from here. What say you, we park up for the night and rest then start early tomorrow. I’ll call my wife and let her know.’

They checked into the motel but there was only one room available.

‘Is that OK with you Dan. Just hope you don’t snore too much. It’s just for the night. The room was small with 2 single beds but neither minded having been delayed so much.

Rob took off his polo revealing a well honed chest and covered in thick black hair and then his jeans so Dan could see his strong legs and a definite bulge in his boxers.

‘Just like being on a rugby weekend’ he joked.

‘Christ that’s some hot bod’ Dan said to himself. ‘Pity the guy is so straight’

As Dan dropped his joggers Rob looked across and saw Dan’s cock but more so his eyes took in the cock ring.

‘I see you’re wearing a cock ring, Dan. It certainly pushes out your cock and thickens iot but looks as if you got a thick one anyway. I’ve always wanted to try one but never done it. Not sure what the wife might say. She’d probably think it a bit of a gay thing.’

‘Well’ Dan said, ‘your wife’s not here so I’ll take mine off and you can try it on.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘No probs’ he replied as he worked his cock and balls in front of Rob and slipped it off.

‘Just need to make sure you get it on when your cock isn’t hard, mate.’

‘I’ll give it a go. I saw how you took it off so I’ll try

Dan joked ‘Well if you need some help’

Rob looked a bit embarrassed.

After a bit of an effort the thick steel cock ring was on nestling in among Robs thick pubes

‘Looks good on you mate. You have a great size of cock to begin with but it certainly now makes you look fairly massive.’

‘Shit it certainly starts to make you feel a bit horny, Dan.’ Rob said looking down at his rapidly lengthening dick.

‘Not sure if it’s the pressure on the balls and the cock but God knows how you manage to keep it down.’

Dan replied ‘Don’t worry it takes little for me to get a knob on wearing it.’

Rob was standing there naked his cock now fully erect, and he started stroking his balls.

‘Christ it feels fucking fantastic, but no way I can get it off like this’.

‘Well maybe you’ll need to cum first.’ Dan joked.

Rob looked at Dan’s cock. ‘Well it looks as if your cock doesn’t need the ring to get it stiff. That’s some size of cock you’ve got there.’

Well maybe we should do something about it. Your wife’s not here to service you but I am’

With that Dan moved across and sank to his knees looking up at Rob.

‘Us Rugby lads know how to look after one another’ he said taking hold of Robs stiff cock.

‘Hoped you’d say that, Dan’

Dan took hold of Rob’s balls playing with them and giving them a sharp pull making Rob wince.

‘You like that Rob’

‘Sure do carry on. You can squeeze them all you want and the more the better for me’

Dan let his tongue rim the head of Robs cock soaking it with his saliva. He was in no rush after all they had the whole night.

Rob took hold of Dan’s head and started guiding it into the shaft slowly moving his hips into Dan’s face. Dan knew how to suck and moved his face in to take the pulsating cock fully down his throat and at the same time placing his arms around Rob’s arse to squeeze and push open his cheeks.

As he sucked with Rob pushing Dans head faster and faster down the shaft, so Dan used one and then two fingers to enter Rob’s hole. Rob was groaning with lust and started moving his arse outwards to allow Dan’s fingers to penetrate further

Dan withdrew his mouth and stood up to face Rob who placed his hands on Dan’s face pulling him to let his tongue go down his throat in a passionate kiss.

Dan looked Rob in the eye

‘You seemed to like my fingers up your arse. The way you moved your bum makes me think you want a bit more than just fingers. I’ve a fucking solid dick here that is ready to get inside you and believe me I ‘ll give you the orgasm of a lifetime.’

‘Not sure I can take you Dan.’

‘Look mate, you may be happily married but I know a guy who wants a fuck when I see one and that nice hairy arse of yours wants one. Am I right?’

‘Yes. I use a dildo at home but every now and again, shit, I want a cock all the way up me.’

‘Then you’ve got the right man’

Dan turned Rob round and knelt at his arse exploring the opening with his tongue, letting his saliva drop on to his fingers which he inserted to moisten the hole opening. That alone was making Rob groan and move his arse out to take Dan’s full fingers.

Standing up Dan let gob after gob drip onto his cock which he slowly massaged along the length of his shaft and then taking hold of Robs thighs started pushing the head of his cock into Rob’s crack.

The spit and massage and Rob’s urge to be fucked allowed Dan’s thick head to enter the hole.

‘Christ,’ moaned Rob, ‘this is much bigger than my dildo.’

‘Of course you idiot ,this is real cock and you don’t get spurt after spurt of cum up your arse.’

Dan started sliding his dick up to the hilt, and Ron knew he wanted the full length as he shoved his arse further and further into Dan’s cock.

‘For a hetero you sure love cock, man.’

‘It’s this cock ring I’ve got on.’

‘Don’t give me that crap, I ain’t the first cock that has fucked you the way you are wiggling your bum. No need to make excuses. Just relax and I’ll make sure this is your best fuck ever.’

As Dan started to slide back and forth so he brought his hands round to grasp Robs cock.

‘Shit man this is rock hard. You must be bursting to cum.’

‘This ring is making me so fucking horny the pressure is making me want to explode.’

Hearing this made Dan ram his cock in and out grabbing Robs dick and start to wank him furiously

‘Knowing that you’re hetero makes me want to come all the way you man as I know you can never get this from that pretty wife of yours.’

‘Forget my wife and fuck me Dan, I want to feel your cum surging all the way up my arse. Make sure you wank me faster as I’m ready to come.’

‘So am I. Wait for it, I’m coming’

With that Dan shot load after load of spunk into Rob and with one final stroke Rob erupted his load across the room, steaming white cum.

The two of them collapsed on the bed, Dan slowly taking his cock out and the two men lying exhausted side by side.

‘We’re not to sleep until I have sucked you off Dan, as I want to make the most of feeling your ring around my cock and balls so don’t relax for too long.’

It did not take long before Rob felt his prick start to tingle again and went down on Dan.

The next morning the two men untangled from each other.

‘Looks like that ring of mine belongs to you now Rob.’

‘You mean it?’

‘Sure but on one condition. Don’t wear it for your wife, keep it only for the blokes. That way you’ll have the best sex. Bet now you have it you’ll be seeking out the boys

`Maybe but one thing’s for certain I won’t get as good a fuck as you gave me.’

‘You’re right about that’

With that the two men dressed, Rob really pleased with the large bulge his cock was making in his jeans.

‘Shit not sure I can go around with a bulge like this.’

‘Just take it off before you see your wife and put it on next time you are playing rugby. Bet at least one the lads will have you in the showers.’

‘Bloody well hope so,’ Rob replied.

The two guys left their night of sex and got back into the truck to take all the furniture to Robs new house

When they had unloaded, Rob slipped off to remove the cock ring before his wife arrived.

‘Not such a bulge now Rob, but you’ve a great dick and I know what is in those pants of yours.’

‘Lets exchange numbers and next time you are passing make sure you give me time to get the ring on and grease my arse. Ill be ready for you.’

‘Don’t worry mate I promise you that I’ll be back as that fuck was something else.’

Dan got into the truck and drove off as had arranged to see a couple of his mates at one of the pit stops for their monthly get together of cards and chat. Before parking up he opened the glove compartment and pulled out another cock ring.

‘Always best to carry a spare’ he said as he lowered his joggers flipping out his thick cock and balls and squeezing into it.

‘I like a ring on makes me feel ready for anything’ he told himself.

The guys were standing waiting for him to park up as they usually got into the back of Dan’s truck to play cards.

Jono was a young lad quite new to long distance driving, short hair and always in Hi Viz gear even if he did not need to wear it. He just loved being in full Hi Viz. Made him feel a good workie.

Steve was an older guy who’d been on the roads for ages, late 40s with shaved head and full of tattoos. Always wore hi viz waistcoat and no T shirt so he could show off a bit of a beer belly. He kept his jeans cinched high with a thick belt tight so you could see the outline of his cock and balls inching down his left leg.

‘Sorry I’m late lads’ Dan said with a smile, ‘got caught up on a trip.’

They got into the back of the truck and closed the door getting a pack of cards out to start.

‘So guys what have you been up to in the last few weeks. Can’t imagine for one minute you’ve been acting like virgins. Come on Steve you first.’

‘Sorry Dan but it’s been a quiet time . A couple of weeks ago I picked up a hunky blond student who was looking for a lift. Good looking lad with great bod. Looked as straight as they come and was going on about seeing his girlfriend. Anyway I decided to see what could happen and driving along started stroking my nipples and giving them a bit of a pull while talking to him. The problem was by doing that I immediately got a real boner and I could see it starting to stick up through my jeans. I thought what the fuck, I might as well show him what I’ve got so I gave myself a good grope making my cock even more obvious. The guy looked down with his eyes hooked on my dick and he gave his own a hefty grab.

‘It will be while before I see my girlfriend’ he said ‘but seeing that cock of your has made me feel bloody horny.’

I replied ‘Well I’m driving mate but that doesn’t stop you giving me a blow job.’ I pulled my zip down and let my cock flip out

‘Might as well get your own out and wank while your sucking me off’

‘Sure thing mate, you’re the driver so I want to make sure I pay you back a bit.’

I tell you whatever that guy said about his girlfriend he’d taken cock more than once before. It was no time before his mouth all all the way down my shaft and I could feel his spit make it really moist. Shit it was difficult to drive especially as I wanted to see him wanking himself His head bobbed up and down as if he’d never seem cock and the faster he sucked the quicker he wanked.

‘Christ boi I’m ready and you need to take all my cum as I don’t want it over the truck. He kept his head down the full length as I came and shit did he get a mouth of cum. I looked over in time to see his long cock spurt spunk all down his jeans.

‘I let him off at the next station saying ‘Hope no one knows what that stain down your jeans is. Better make sure its gone before you see your girlfriend’

‘I tell you what Sir, sucking your dick is enough to turn me on’

‘So then suck a few more than and see what happens’ I joked.

‘Not bad’ Dan said ‘that’s one good thing about being a truck driver there’s usually one guy who pretends not to like cock and then you see loves it What about you Jono, any news?’

‘Think I can do a bit better than you. Steve. Last week I’d been driving for what seemed hours with too much traffic and sitting in the cockpit I needed to get out and get some air. I managed to pull into a layby and got out to take a breather taking my phone with me. Standing against the van, not sure if it was the fact the my cock had been pressed in all day but I started to feel a bit horny and thought what the hell no one can see me behind the lorry so I got on to one of my fav porn sites and started looking. Didn’t take long before my cock was tenting in my HiViz trousers and I was giving myself a good rub. Deciding I needed to cum and have a good shoot I flipped my cock out enjoying the porn. Suddenly I heard a voice

‘What the hell are you doing?’

I turned round and there standing at the side of me was a police officer. I’d never heard a car drive up the side of me. He was in full uniform with white shirt open necked, black trousers and his cap, about 30 and thick set a real rugby type build. I almost shit myself.

‘You know you’re not allowed to do this sort of thing in public, exposing yourself.’

I put my hand over my cock.

‘A bit late for that mate’ he said sharply, ‘You’ve broken the law, anyone could have seen you. Give me your phone, let me see what you’re looking at that’s getting you so worked up.’

‘Shit’ I thought ‘I’m done for now when he looks.’

He pressed the button to light up the screen and the film restarted.

‘So you like skinheads do you?’

‘Erm I suppose so.’

‘I suppose so? Christ these guys are going for it in full gear. I see one had a rear zip so his mate is fucking him without getting his kit off. Just as well as it would take him ages to get his boots and bleachers off for a fuck. So you like seeing guys getting fucked do you.’

‘Yeah if that’s OK’

‘Oh its OK for sure mate but don’t you think its better to actually get fucked than just wank yourself off looking at a porn site.’

‘Oh course ‘I said feeling a bit more confident.

‘Well don’t fucking stand there drop your HI Viz,’ he ordered as he pulled down his zip and took out his already hard cock. ‘A hole is a hole and giving a bloke a good fuck is as good as anything especially when he has a nice bum like yours. Put your hands in the air and together’ he shouted. I did as told and he undid his handcuffs and put them round my wrists. ‘Don’t want you trying to escape do I? Now turn round and press yourself against the truck. He yanked my gear down round my ankles. ‘Don’t want you to run off. Ever been fucked by a police?’

‘No’ I said

‘That’s what I hoped for. I like to be the first police officer up your arse.’

I could hear him spitting his saliva onto his cock with one hand as he pressed me against the truck.

‘Now stick your arse out boi, just like that skinhead. Just so you know I’ve fucked a couple of skinheads in the past. Forget all that tough talk and look. Once they have a dick up them shit they want every inch of my cock groaning like little girls as they come in their bleachers.’

Hearing him talk like this made me so fucking hard that I stuck my arse out wanting to have him enter me. I was going no where until I felt his cum all the way up me. Christ the pain as he entered.

‘I take no prisoners mate and we ain’t got much time so I’m shoving it in right up to the hilt. Shit you’ve got a tight arse for some one who clearly likes to be fucked.’

He put his hands around my waist and grabbed my stiff dick.

‘Now you want to cum boy, this is better than a quick wank looking at a phone eh. You like a policeman fucking you.’

I tell you what this guy knew how to fuck and knowing I had a policemens prick right up my arse was such a bloody turn on.

‘That’s it boi, take my police dick all of it, you love being fucked by a policeman, its what you dream off boi, a fuck by the police. He kept shouting as he was so getting off on it and hearing him I was ready to shoot my load, as his big hand wanked me.

He almost drew out and then with a mighty shove stuck his dick fully up me coming and I could feel the spurts racing up inside me. It was too much as I shot my load all over the truck, the two us groaning loudly.

Once we got our breath back he pulled himself out and stuck his cock back into his trousers unlocking my handcuffs.

‘Right pull your HI Viz gear up and time to move on. I’m taking your number by the way and if I see you again expect to be pulled in. Next time you can suck me first but make no mistake I want to fuck that tight arse of yours again. Now get on the road.’

Shit Jono that was some story, Steven said giving his crotch a good rub. You should have taken his number so we can all look him up. What about you Dan. Knowing you there will be more than one story.

Dan told them about his glory hole and encounter with Rob making sure he gave them all the details.

Jono and Steve were both rubbing their crotches.

Steve said ‘Tell you what Dan there nothing better than fucking a straight guy, knowing the wife s not been up there and that they are so hot for a cock up their arse. I reckon your story is the best and you know what that means eh Jono. Dan’s the one to be sucked and fucked this time and I’m the one who’ll be do the fucking as all this dirty talk has got me so fucking horny. Anyway Jono you give the best blow job around and I can testify to that. Hope you are up for up,’ as he finished he opened his flies and took out his erect cock.

‘You know me Steve up for anything and I was hoping my story was best. I sure need a good fuck and to shoot my load down Jono’s throat.

Dan stood up, his joggers fully out at the front his cock pushing against the fabric.

‘Got that cock ring on mate, shit that’s some bloody tent pole. Poor Jono s got to try and get that over your dick.

‘Don’t worry about me Steve, I’m so fucking horny I’ll have Dan’s prick in my mouth in no time.

Jono lifted the joggers over Dans dick which sprung almost vertically such was the pressure of the cock ring. He took his own cock out of his HIViz giving a gob of spit onto it so he could slide his hand up and down the long shaft for a good wank.

Steve stood behind Dan admiring his arse, his hands gently moving over his cheeks. Suddenly he took his hand back and smacked Dan hard on the arse twice

‘Shit, Steve that was harder than usual but at least you;re warming up for that prick of yours’

‘Hearing about your hetero fuck Dan has made me hornier than usual.’

Steve grabbed Dan’s buttocks and moved his cock into the crack his hands splitting the cheeks to make room for his massive shaft.

‘No spit this time Dan as I can see that arse of yours is desperate for me. How you getting on at the front Jono.’

Jono could not reply as he had already taken in Dan’s full length into his throat, his hands clutching Dan’s thighs so he could move his mouth up and down the full length. He took Dan’s full length so the he could feel the steel of the cock ring against his lips.

Steve had entered Dan’s arse and was shoving it up whilst Dan groaned with pleasure being seen to back and front by his two best mates.

Dan looked down at Jono. ‘No need to clutch my thighs mate I want to make sure you wank yourself to cum over my legs. Dan was moving his hips in and out to help Jono at the front and Steve’s dick move up to the hilt.

‘Christ it does not get better than this’, he shouted. Dan could feel Steve’s thick pubes rubbing against his arse meaning his cock was fully in

‘I’m so fucking ready to come Dan’ Steve yelled, ‘hope you the same boys. Lets see if we can do a triple. Hearing and feeling Steve so nearly ready made Dan’s cock pulsate inside Jono’s mouth. He knew he was about to shoot a large load down Jono’s throat.

‘I’m ready boys,’ Dan groaned, ‘I’m cumin.

‘So am I’ Steve hollered ‘and big time mate shit you’ll have my cum spurting out your mouth.’

With that Steve erupted inside Dan and Dan let rip wave after wave of cum into Jono’s mouth. He could see it was too much for Jono to take at once and spunk was oozing down his chin. As he came so suddenly he felt cum splatter across his legs and looked down to see Jono’s wank cover his hairy legs with pure white spunk.

Eventually the three got heir breath back and pulled up their HI Viz gear to go back to their card game.

Dan said ‘So let’s meet in a few weeks and see who will be the lucky one to be sucked and fucked. Make sure you don’t miss a chance for a blow job or a fuck before we meet. Perhaps we could think of bringing a fourth guy into the gang. Would give us a fucking great orgy

I tell you what who’d want to be anything but a dirty fucking truck driver.’

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