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arminsumi · 11 months

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I love your blog sm<3

convincing armin to stay in bed by teasing him with kisses and risky touches before he finally flips you over

And i love u! 💕🥺ty darlin hope u enjoy

"Don't tease me."

Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪

⚠️Cws; fluffy but mostly spicy SMUT, not proofread yet bc proofreading my own smut is embarrassing lmao

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; pn 'baby', teasing, lowkey thigh riding, lowkey daddy kink, 🐶position, unprotected sex, cumshot, multiple orgasms, a singular and very gentle spank your honor

"Just a little nap, c'mon!" You plead with him. He gives in really quickly when he sees you sitting pretty on his bed like that. "Okay, okay, but only for thirty minutes. Then I've got to study." Armin said firmly.

His self-restraint is insane. He really does mean 'only thirty minutes'; after the time's up, he sits up and is just about to get off the bed when you grab his arm and whine to him. "That was so short! C'mon, just a little longer?"

"Mm-mm." he hums negatively. You give him those pleading eyes, and then he gives in again. "Okay, okay. Five more minutes. Ah, don't you give me those eyes, baby." he sighs with his whole chest.

You look too sweet for him to refuse. He agrees to thirty more minutes.

He indulges in your needy kisses, keeping his eyes closed serenely. His lips are unbelievably soft, and they always get hot and wet when you kiss him so needily, he loves it.

Armin can tell how frustrated you are by how tightly you press your body against his. You draw patterns on his shirt, feeling over the dips and curves of his abdomen.

Armin doesn't tolerate teasing, so the second he feels your fingertips sneak underneath the hem of his shirt, he calls you out immediately.

"Hey, don't tease." He warns playfully.

You stop your movements, pouting into his neck. He hears you mutter a small 'sorry, daddy' against his skin. It drives him wild but he doesn't show it.

After a few minutes of innocent snuggling, you wrap your leg over his leg, and press tight against him. You think you can get away with rocking your hips against his thigh by playing it off as readjusting your position.

Nothing slips past Armin, though. He catches onto your plans immediately.

"Nuh-uh, what did I just tell you? Behave, baby." He furrows his brows at you. Damn, boy is hot even when he's serious.

"I'm not doing anything..." You murmur, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slightly to expose his hips, and that subtle happy trail that lead past the waistband of his sweatpants.

The light touches are giving him wild fantasies, but he resists them. He's got to study, he keeps telling himself that. And 'quickie' doesn't exist in his vocabulary.

"You keep teasing me like that and let's see where it gets you." He warns.

All his other warnings have a playful tone, but this one doesn't; it's like the final warning, telling you that he's gonna reach breaking point. His cock is already straining against his sweatpants, but he positions his legs to try and hide it from you.

Of course, you don't stop teasing him, and let your hands glide under his waistband. You can hear his breath hitch, and a sharp swallow.

He calls your name as a final final warning.

When you feel over his stiff cock, he lets out a sigh and gives in. There's no way he can restrain himself when you do that.

"You're so fucking needy, baby. If you wanna touch it so badly, go ahead; make me feel good and I'll make you feel good." He says in a low voice to you.

He frees his cock and guides your hand, letting you wrap your fist around it. He's dripping so much precum that you giggle about it.

You tease him even worse and give him agonizingly slow strokes.

"Faster." He demands. He even pleads at some point. But you're playing stubborn, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.

He pulls your hand off and in a moment flips you over onto your tummy as if you weigh nothing. You forget how strong he is until times like these.

"You know I hate teasing." He growls into your ear, pressing his hips flush against your ass. You can feel him throb. "I'm sorry." You respond cheekily. He rolls his eyes and plants a gentle smack to your ass, then wrings your pants and panties off.

It doesn't take long before he's pressing deep inside you. He has to smile to himself when he hears you moan. "You're real sensitive today, huh? Lemme help you out." he says, and his hand dips between your thighs so he can play with your clit.

Armin doesn't hold back or let up; he gives you those mind-bouncing deep strokes and makes you gush like a damn fountain. He'd never embarrass you and tell you that you're creaming all over him, but the sight makes him groan.

If only you could see how his chest heaves while he takes you from behind. His bangs stick to his sweaty forehead. His eyes are darkened with lust. He almost looks feral, and it feels like it to with the tempo of his animalistic thrusts.

"So pretty like this, baby, 'wish you could see the view." He smirks. You're barely able to form a sentence, hell you can barely hold tight on the bedframe with how he's fucking you.

Pretty soon that bedframe is knocking hard against the wall with each harsh thrust. Armin doesn't let you get off the hook easy, he makes you finish on him over and over until you're a total mess. But he thinks you're pretty even when you're babbling obscenities and moaning daddy.

He always pulls out and announces in your ear that he's gonna cum for you. It smells like sex. You feel him making a creamy mess with his cum all over your pussy. It spills on the bed, drips down your thighs, like, sex is really really messy with Armin.

Maybe two hours later, that's when his stamina runs out, and he collapses. He's made an absolute sweaty panting mess out of the both of you.

"Such a damn tease. I love you."

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 1 year

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Can the piss bitches get a treat too? 🥺🥺🥺

Ah, piss bitches, a real blast from the past. Let's DO IT??

"Are you sure we should be here?"

"Oh you relax, Sooga! I deserve a break! Don't I work hard?"

Sooga looked down at his master as he laid there, soaking in the hot springs. It wasn't like Sooga didn't think Kohga earned this, he was hard working and gorgeous, almighty in all he did. But him, outside of the clan, without a mask? Even in the 'private' section of the Goron Hot springs? Made him antsy. Sooga knelt down to him, sighing in defeat.

"You do. Just, the thought of someone seeing you in your beauty makes me uneasy. I hardly find MYSELF worthy of seeing you."

Kohga chuckled, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek with the tips of his oh so limber fingers.

"You're WAY too cute to be stressed. Too dutiful to be so cautious. You think someone is gonna peek in on me with you here? You’d kill someone for doing that, wouldn’t you?”

Sooga loved it when he did that. Such sweet, tender fingers, granting him attention and affection. Sweet Ganon, give him strength to not just hop in there with him. Body all warm and relaxed, hair down over his shoulders. So bare, so vulnerable.

“Slaughter them. I’d kill everyone in this whole town if I must. Anything for your honor.”

“You’re such a dork, I love it. I can do anything to you, can’t I?”

“Anything your heart desires. I am yours to command.”

His heart was pounding as Kohga’s fingers dipped under his mask, strumming over his lips. God, he wanted him, he’d roll on his back and beg if he had to.

“That’s what I like about you. So dutiful. You know what? You deserve a reward, don’t you?”

“I...I do?”

“Yes, yes you do indeed. Now, clothes off. All of it.”

“M-mask included?”

“Yes. I want nothing left to the imagination.”

Sooga gulped gently, before nodding. He tried not to freak out upon realizing his Master was watching. Was he supposed to put on a show? Was he supposed to act submissive? He stripped anyway, knowing damn well he wasn’t as beautiful as his Master. His body was riddled with scars, skin toughened by time and work. But Kohga’s was...so different. Wise, beautiful, soft, deserving of a string of lovers. Sooga stood there, trying to keep a professional pose, despite the fact that he was NOT soft down there.

“I have done as you requested.”

“Like always. But we aren’t done. On your knees.”

Sooga obeyed, watching as Kohga stepped out of the bath. Kohga insisted Sooga was worthy of seeing him in his bare form over and over again, but Sooga wasn’t convinced. HIS thoughts didn’t matter though, only his Master mattered. Kohga gently stroked his fingers through his hair, humming a bit in clear amusement.

“You do anything I tell you to, right?”

“Anything.”

“What if I wanted you to beg? Like a DOG?”

Kohga grabbed onto his hair, and yanked, forcing a shuddery exhale from his servant. God, such a mighty, yet merciful touch.

“I’ll b-beg, I’ll howl even, I don’t even know what FOR. Just, please, please, give me my reward, please, PLEASE.”

Kohga thought about it for a moment, before shoving Sooga’s face right up against his cock. It was perfect, thick, the cock befitting someone as grand as his Master.

“It’s adorable, Sooga. I’m going to give you something, and you’re gonna drink it all up aren’t you?”

“I’ll drink every drop, I swear, I SWEAR!”

He wanted to suck him off, wanted to stuff his heavy balls in his mouth. But that wasn’t for him to decide. Then he felt it. Kohga gifted him the gift of his own piss. It was hot, it was plentiful, it stuck to his hair and the scent violated his nostrils. Kohga didn’t want him to miss anything, given how he pushed his tip right into his mouth, forcing him to taste it. It was beautiful, a gift from the heavens.

“There we go. Good boy. I was gonna waste it and use the bathroom, but why would I do that, when you’re right here? Lick it clean.”

Sooga nodded eagerly, holding onto the cock as he licked, as he slurped, over and over, tasting every single drop against that delicious, tender foreskin.

“Anything for you, my Master. Anything, anything at-”

Sooga heard the slight creak of the door start to open. Sooga immediately stood up, sliding his mask back over his face, and pushing Kohga behind him.

“Open the door, and I cannot guarantee you’ll get to keep your fingers.”

The Goron hand stopped for a moment, slowly leaving his tray on the table, full of tea and food.

“S-sorry! Room service! You uh. Asked for-”

“I ask for MANNERS, such as knocking. Back. Away. From. The. Door.”

Kohga snickered as the door closed.

“Damn boy, easy, easy~...so protective of me. You know, you could go out there and kill him. He could’ve seen me so easily.”

“I will avenge your honor-”

“Ah ah ah. You didn’t let me finish. You could do that..or you could let me reward you for being so attentive~..”

“...May I do both?”

“Don’t take too long, and don’t be too merciful. I know I won’t be~”

Sooga was glad he had his mask back on, because he could NOT let his Master see the strong blush on his face, else he find him submissive and weak. Possibly unworthy of being his protector, and he’d hate that. Afterall, there are PLENTY of treats left for this dog to have.

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #lemon #it has been a WHILE #hope this was worth the wait!#i need to get back into smutt

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alpacaparkaseok · 2 years

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Seatbelt on we're in for a ride

Oh how I want to personally carry the mc, sprint back and make her shoot ten loads in that sick head of yaddy of yours🤢.

my baby softboi jk- I will never not stop a tense scene just to admire your sleeping form and ruffled hair🥺

B, if you wanted to convey a dark-ish image if this boy I'm sorry but I didn't get it (probably bcz I can't see him through the hearts in my eyes), all I see is a big floofy bunny wagging it's tail and stomping his feet clad in black.

Okay now back to the chap,

Tae you little- talking to her as if you...nevermind.

"Unzip me?"

: Taehyung’s slow inhale is dizzying when you realize he’s breathing in the lingering perfume along your nape. “Hmm?” He hums out, clearly in a daze. :

Nooo not the neck scenes 🥵

: “Your dress is a little, uh…open.” why is this such a Jungkook thing to say. :

: “We’ll figure it out,” he quietly reassures, watching your trembling hands as you lather on more soap than necessary. Leaning forward, you look up to see Jungkook in the mirror as he places a soft kiss atop your head. It’s chaste and sweet, so stark in the face of what you’ve done in the past few hours. :

These moments right here are the reasons for why I'd always choose him. He understands her, he feels her, no judgement no plans it's just mc for him. This is the love she deserves this is what she needs, more than an anchor who'll hold her in place or a shield to protect her, she needs someone who loves her unconditionally. Ok maybe jin matches her a bit, No he doesn't shut up 🌼 anon

: Trailing your finger under Jungkook’s chin, you tip his face up until his wide eyes meet you. “You really think you’re in a position to dispute my abilities?” Pink rushes his cheeks, and he slowly shakes his head as a memory swims in his vision. “That’s what I thought.” :

WHAT MEMORY?!! I NEED THE MEMORY!!

kILL MY SOFTBOI!!!?

Now you're getting reallypersonal and It's not gonna end well.

VICTORIA??

okay so one wasn't enough so u decided to hurt my other boy as well.

My poor baby Namjoon

Okay but JK's replies 😅

: “You’re the only person who thinks I break so easily, you know that?” :

No she's not the only one, ever met a 🌼 anon?

If anything happens to my boy inside I'm going to chomp Yadiel's ******* head off of his body.

My softboi JK heart💓

"I don't do crop tops"🤣

: It’s his incredulous tone that keeps your laughing, and the way he’s looking at you that sends a dagger into your heart. :

: You quicken your pace, gazing up at the stars in an effort to hide the tears that prick at your eyes. It hurts, being here with him. Like this. Laughing, wondering if he’ll look at you with those stars in his eyes when he twists the knife in your back. :

Woahh!! Feelings for traitors is not your thing 🌼 anon! I thought you were over tae!

Leave it to B to make u feel things out of ur emotional spectrum.

Now I feel incredibly sad for mc... I miss tae🥺

Don't pls don't- taeee you idiot

: Jungkook sways, inching a little closer. You jump a little when you feel his warm hands at your back, holding you gently despite the anger in his eyes. :

: His eyes dip to your lips. “I’ve never had a motive,” he utters, voice low. “That’s the difference between him and I.” :

THIS!!

Don't.do.this.to.him.

Oh yoongs.

: “And hey,” Hoseok nudges you, feigning offense, “we’re not all moody.” :

Haha 😏 hobi?

Hoseok your mother energy's showing

Since when did knee scenes started having an effect on me?

Is it only me who's getting anxious over mc not getting enough sleep?

: There’s something strange about the early morning hours, something that smooths the rough edges of people and leaves us less wary than before. As you find your gaze settling on the tattoo marking Jimin’s torso once more, you find that you don’t feel as if you’re prying by looking at him so openly. In the wee hours of the morning, soft gazes and quiet whispers are a welcome guest. :

B you're- I'm in love with your writing, always have been but this

😍😍😍

PARK JIMINNN!

:You recognize that sad smile, now. It’s the smile of someone who has never belonged anywhere. Who has fought to survive and remain useful, but at too heavy a cost. :

Goddd! I feel like I'm inside a movie

Seokjinnnnnn

Seokjin!!

Kimseokjin!

Softboi JK 🥺

KIM SEOKJIN!!!!!

YAAHHHHHH KIM SEOKJINNNNN!

****!

I almost threw my self out of my bed

: When he returns, his kiss is slow. His lips carry a thousand words, all of them sounding like your name. Seokjin drinks you in as if you were honey, taking his time even while your knees shake. This is the kiss you asked for the night he held you in his arms, this is the distraction to end all distractions. :

What the- this Yadiel!!!

mannnnnnnnnnn!

Damn you russo!

Kim ××××ing taehyung!!!!!!!

How dare you!! And how dare u look so hot while daring?

Noooooo pls pls pls nooo not my softboi

😭😭

And pls I don't want jin to be the next🥺

Damn you tae damn you, I hope jin burns your lambo to ashes

Wait wait what if Victoria...? Nvm we've got Hoseok 💓💓💓

Ohhhh~ thank Godd! The relief.

The satisfaction the slashes bring me.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

~🌼.

Your love for soft boi JK is unprecedented and I believe you deserve lots of love for that

ok ok but the whole "early morning hours" quote that you included makes me so happy 🥺 it's a moment of soft reprieve in the middle of the chaos of this chapter so I'm so glad you pointed it out.

also re-quoting this: "You recognize that sad smile, now. It’s the smile of someone who has never belonged anywhere. Who has fought to survive and remain useful, but at too heavy a cost." because PARK JIMIN IS MY BOY. Ok, they all are. But. This Jimin?? There's so much more to him than meets the eye and his little character arc/discovery is kinda quiet and behind the scenes, but from the first sizzling, tension filled chapter to this quiet, soft scene, Jimin and oc have been moving toward this moment since day one.

speech over.

I'm so glad you enjoyed the finale!!

#🌼 anon #htss #pls when people quote things back to me #can that qualify as a love language??#sweet asks

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falcqns · 2 years

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idk if you’re still taking these with the new rules so if you aren’t please just ignore me lol but do you think daddy andy would help baby shave? (or any of the daddy’s in your aus honestly) i think that would be so cute🥺

okay wait this is such a cute idea so im gonna do all of them 🥺🥺

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Andy Barber x little!Reader (Baby), daddy!Geralt of Rivia x little!Reader, daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!Reader (Plum), daddy!August Walker x little!Reader, daddy!Chris Evans x foster!little!Reader (+ bonus mama!Reader helping little!Chris and mama!Reader helping little!Bucky!)

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're daddies help you shave, and you help your boys shave!

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cg/l, ddlg, mdlb, shaving, mentions of hospitals and abusive relationships. if i missed anything pls let me know!

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this was so cute and i love this concept sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i added my au daddies, and a few from upcoming fics that are in the works, along with the (sort of) premise of each story!

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

"sit still Bubba," Andy said, rubbing the shaving cream into your soft, freshly showered skin. "Dada doesn't want to nick you with this." he said, showing your purple razor.

"otay, Dada," you babbled back, your hands wrapped around your stuffed dolphin. you hummed as you watched Andy glide the razor up your leg, and over your knee. he reached your inner thigh, and you giggled. "'ickles, Dada!" you exclaimed around your paci, and Andy chuckled.

"sorry, Bubba." he said as he switched legs, repeating the action, smiling again when you giggled at his actions again. "there, pretty girl." he said, rinsing the razor off and putting it away. "all done!"

you stood up, and rubbed your clean shaven legs together. you giggled and bounced and lifted your arms up for Andy to lift you. "t'ank you, Dada." you said, and Andy kissed your forehead, despite wanting to kiss your lips.

"you're welcome honey."

"you must sit still, flower." Geralt said, dipping the piece of metal that Geralt had sharpened and shaped into a straight razor to use on his face into a small cup of water. "i do not want you hurting yourself."

"yes, Papa." you whispered, hands curling into the material of the dress that you were wearing. you had only been with Geralt for a few weeks now, and you were still nervous around him. he was big, and you knew he could crush you without a second thought. you'd seen it with your own eyes, but you hoped he wouldn't.

he ran the razor up your leg, humming a tune as he did so. you gazed out the window of the inn, and smiled when you saw Jaskier walking back in from collecting some food from the market. you had tried the food at the inn and didn't like it, so Geralt sent the Bard on a mission to get you something you would tolerate.

"Papa," you said in your sweet voice.

"yes, my flower?" he said, looking up at you as he switched legs, a smile on his face.

"Uncle Jaskier is back," you said, and Geralt smiled.

"well, that's good. we can get your tummy full before going to bed."

you babbled around your paci as Bucky slowly shaved your legs. you were going to Bruce for some testing tomorrow, and your legs and nether region had to be free of all hair so that Bruce could get to the bottom of what happened to you.

you giggled when Bucky blew on your freshly shaved skin. he smiled up at you, and tickled your belly lightly, making you shriek in laughter. "god, i love that sound," Bucky said to himself, picking up the razor once more and working on the rest of your body as you showed him your Bucky Bear that your Uncle Tony had given you.

"Dada!" you said, his title being the only word you said. "a'Da!" you said, shoving the bear in his face.

"Plum, Daddy has to see to do this. he doesn't want to hurt you." he said, kissing your belly and angling your arms above your head as he continued to shave your legs.

"no!" you shrieked, sitting on your bum and crossing your arms. "no wanna!"

"i know, princess." August said, crouching down to eye level with you. "but we need to. you need to look professional for tomorrow." he said, dread filling his stomach at the thought of you taking the stand against that man tomorrow. "why don't you want to?" he asked softly, and you whimpered.

"'cawed." you whispered, and August sighed, sitting down and pulling you into his lap.

"my little princess." he whispered, rubbing your back. "i will not hurt you." he said, kissing your forehead. "you know that Daddy will do anything to protect you, right?" he said, and you nodded, cuddling into his wide chest. "good. maybe we can find you some dress pants instead of a skirt, would that make you feel better?" he asked, and you nodded.

"okay, princess. let's get you sorted."

"okay, darling." Chris said, maneuvering you to sit on the closed toilet. he had just given you your first bath with him, and he was preparing to shave your legs for the first time.

he ran the shaving cream into a line, and then rubbed it in with his hands over your bare legs, glancing up at you to make sure you were still okay. "shhhh, honey," he whispered seeing your eyes welling up with tears. "'m not gonna hurt you," he promised. "'m not him, okay?"

you nodded, and suckled on your paci as hard as you could, trying to calm yourself down, your hands gripping your doll.

"gonna be so gentle." Chris said, running the razor up your leg, giving you a smile. "there, see?" he said. "one strip done!" you smiled small, and Chris felt happiness bloom in his chest.

'baby steps,' he thought to himself. 'she'll get there soon.'

Chris held onto Anthony's hand as you slowly ran the razor over Chris's beard.

"doin' so well, buddy." Anthony praised, despite the sniffles Chris was producing. "as soon as you're done shooting, you can grow it back."

Chris pouted slightly. "gon' wook ugly." he whispered, and you immediately put the razor down. you grasped his face, and made him look at you. "don't you dare say that." you said, making him shed his tears.

"you're our beautiful baby boy, no matter what." Anthony chimed in. "we both love you, so so much. get those thoughts out of your head because not a single one of them is true." he said, and leaned forward to kiss Chris. Chris sighed into the kiss and nodded when they parted.

"otay, Dada." he said, and turned to let you continue what you were doing.

"wan' off!" Bucky cried, kicking his feet and rubbing his face harshly with his flesh hand. "ah dun!"

"i know, sweet boy." you cooed, getting the razor and shaving cream out. he was having a rough day, and his sensory issues were off the charts, and he was less than a minute away from a full meltdown, which more often than not, led to a seizure. "here we go," you said, coming over to where he was plopped on the floor, his back against the wall.

you lathered his face with the shaving cream, and slowly began to shave, smiling when his tears stopped, and he began to smile, the itchy hairs falling away.

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flying-ryan · 2 years

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Have I been good? I've tried so hard to be good. It was so hard but I tried.

Can I have you back now? Can I have my reward? 🥺

Ryan stood behind Luca to fasten the pink leather collar around his slim, brown neck. He reached to finger the tiny, diamond-crusted, heart-shaped lock resting in the dip of the boy’s jugular notch before urging Luca to turn and face him with gentle, heavy hands.

“Aye.” The pilot’s blue eyes watched the way Luca’s mouth fell open when he grabbed the smooth, sharp curve of his chin. He had long decided that Luca looking up at him through thick lashes was his favorite sight to see but he appreciated the reminder all the same.

He’d never seen or felt anything like the raw hunger they shared. He really was proud. It was a running joke among their friends and family that Luca always needed so much. And while Ryan was happy to give him everything he had, the humility he was honored to bear witness to - watching the way Luca moved to the side to allow his sister time to clear her mind and repair her fractured relationship - would echo in the pilot’s heart forever as just another reason to love that boy until all the stars of every galaxy burned out.

His blue eyes darkened when Luca moved to suck the pilot’s thick, tattooed finger between his soft, full lips. Luca groaned in appreciation, already eager to replace it with his boyfriend’s impossibly thick cock.

“You did good, boy.” He couldn’t help the way he growled, watching Luca tease the tip of his thumb while his dick twitched, constricted in his too-tight denim. “So fucking good.”

“Ry-” Luca panted around his boyfriend’s hand and the pilot took the opportunity to replace his thumb with his middle two fingers in one fluid motion. Luca’s eyes widened momentarily at the shock of the thick intrusion as his lover’s fingertips tickled the back of his tongue. The pilot cooed gentle sounds of sweet encouragement, hushing the boy’s soft choking sounds while he wrestled with a gag reflex.

“That’s it, darlin. That’s my fucking boy.” Ryan growled, hooking his free fingers around what he could reach of Luca’s jaw to pull him in. The pillow breathed against Luca’s temple, even as he fingerfucked his boyfriend’s slobbering face. “Such a fucking pretty boy.”

The sparkle of Luca’s saliva caught the hotel’s bright lights and Ryan was certain he’d never seen a more beautiful thing. Luca knew their game well and followed the silent instructions when Ryan started to use the grip on his slack jaw to pull him down. He settled effortlessly on his knees and the pilot refused to release him until his slim hands pulled the older man’s throbbing erection free.

Luca coughed, choking down the gag impulse when Ryan finally freed his mouth only to knot the same thick fingers in his curly hair. He didn’t have to press at the boy’s neck, ask, or beg. He knew as well as any of them how Luca’s mouth started to water just for him.

He chuckled, a dark sound, before he took himself in hand. Luca made a wet gasping sound when the pilot’s tattooed hands milked a thick bead of clear fluid from his swollen tip before he smoothed it around the head. Luca was licking his lips, mouth open and eyes dark before the older man gripped himself to tap his heavy cock against Luca’s smooth cheek. He laughed when Luca tried to turn his head to catch it, only able to press a quick kiss to his hot flesh before whining in protest.

“Blake! Please!”

Ryan answered with a chuckle and a twist of the grip in Luca’s thick hair. “Is this what you’re hungry for, boy? Is this your reward?”

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