#bo burnham smut

[storiesforallfandoms]

look at me ~ bo burnham

word count: 2323

request?: yes!

“so you already know that inside: the outtakes has gotten so many people back into their bo thing. me included. sooooo i was thinking, he’s a big guy, ya know👀 so my lil brain was doin some thinkin (not at all while horny) and it came up with this: bo fucking you in front of a mirror!! he’s holding you up, fucking you from behind, saying things like ‘look at how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock’. just, please please please do your thing and make this something great🥹”

description: after a long day of filming his special, he finds himself pent up and wanting to release his aggressive sexual energy, so he decides to take his girlfriend in the first place he finds her: in the bathroom in front of the mirror

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two, three)

Bo had a lot of feelings surrounding the filming of his quarantine special. At first he was upset over having to cancel his plans of returning to live performances, but then the idea of filming, editing, directing, lighting, etc., his own special seemed exciting. And getting back into writing comedy felt almost therapeutic. The longer quarantine went on, though, the more his mental health struggled. He was enjoying creating, but he hated that this was how he had to create. And he hated how much he struggled to make everything perfect.

But more than anything, he was unbearably horny. To a point where he was writing extremely horny bits into the special.

It was his own doing really. Bo would spend every day - from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep - working on the special. Most nights, that was late enough that his girlfriend, (Y/N), would be fast asleep. Other nights, he felt too mentally exhausted to try and initiate sex.

He felt guilty for the quality time he was losing with her by working all day, but (Y/N) was incredibly supportive. She would check on him every day to make sure he was doing okay, occasionally bringing him food so he would eat. She’d get him to take little break every now and then before going back to long hours of working on the special. Bo felt extremely grateful to have her in his life. But man, did he ever miss being intimate with her.

He was sat in this guest house one evening, editing his most recent bit, which was a song about sexting. His mind was on (Y/N) as his own voice played through the speakers. He thought about how badly he wanted to hold her, feel her body against his, her warm walls around him. His horniness was definitely trickling into his work and it was something he needed to fix soon or else he felt like he might explode.

Bo stood and looked out the window that faced towards his house. He could see a light on in the room that belonged to him and (Y/N), signaling that she was still awake. He quickly rushed out of his guest house, leaving the unedited song running.

(Y/N) was in the ensuite bathroom getting ready for bed. She had peaked out to the guest house to check on Bo. The lights were off besides a dull blue light that she assumed was Bo editing another bit. She had sighed to herself before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. As proud as she was of Bo for working on this special all on his own, she really did miss getting to spend time with him. Their bed felt too empty without him.

She was leaned over the sink, washing her face, when she suddenly felt two arms wrap around her. She let out a yelp and stood up quickly to see Bo’s towering figure behind her in the mirror. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, lightly kissing the area, causing her heart to flutter for a different reason.

“Hey,” she said. “You finished up early tonight.”

“I can’t standing being away from you anymore,” he responded. “It’s getting too hard to not have you in my arms.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard,” she teased.

Bo chuckled and grinded his hard, clothed dick against her. “You got me there.”

He continued to kiss her neck as he pressed himself against her. She lulled her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed. His hands moved from around her waist, one going upwards to cup one of her breasts and the other moving down between her legs. Her breath hitched as he teased the waistband of her pajama pants.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hot breath fanning over her ear in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. She nodded in response. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Bo.”

Bo grinned and nibbled on her ear as his hand dipped under her waistband. He ran a finger through her folds, teasing her clit with a feather-light touch.

“You’re already so wet,” he whispered. “Desperate for me to you, baby?”

“Yes,” (Y/N) whimpered. “I’ve missed your touch so much.”

“I’ve missed touching you. You don’t understand how much I’ve missed having you. I think about being inside of you practically every waking moment, and when I’m sleeping too.”

She moaned as he finally applied pressure to her clit. He rubbed slow circles into the bundle of nerves as he continued to kiss over her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving red marks in his wake that he really hoped would turn into hickies. There was something so hot to him about marking (Y/N) in a way that other people would see and know she was his. He slipped his hand under her shirt to cup and knead at her breasts, one at a time, making her nipples pop out underneath his fingers.

(Y/N) was a moaning mess; putty in Bo’s hands. He was essentially holding her up at that point as she was leaning back against him, her legs wobbling to a point where she wasn’t sure she could stay up much longer.

“Are you close already?” Bo asked. “I can feel you trembling.”

“I-I’m s-so close,” she said.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

She pried her eyes open to look into the mirror. Bo’s eyes were staring back at her, dark with lust. It was hard to keep them open as her orgasm washed over her. Her legs just about gave out from under her as she cried out. Bo held her, smirking to himself as she trembled in his arms. He whispered praises into her ear as she came down from her high.

“I need you,” he whispered. “Right here, baby, please.”

“The bed is just a few steps away,” she teased.

“I can’t wait. I’m a slight breeze away from cumming in my pants.”

She giggled and turned her head to kiss him. She reached back to run her hands through his long hair. At first, she wasn’t a fan of the idea of Bo growing out his hair and facial hair, but now, with his beard leaving a tickling sensation in its wake and his long hair giving her something to hold on to, she suddenly loved it.

Bo broke away from the kiss to shove (Y/N) down over the bathroom counter. He pulled her pants and underwear down around her ankles, helping her to step out of them and kicking them off to the side. He let his own pants fall to the floor as well, his hard dick springing free from his pants. He took it in one hand and ran it through (Y/N)’s drenched folds, collecting her slick to use as his own lube. (Y/N) bit down on her lip as she whimpered, but couldn’t contain her moans once Bo pushed the head of his dick against her entrance. He easily slid his cock into her, slowly moving inwards until he was buried at the hilt inside of her. He dropped his head against her back, groaning at the sensation. It was a feeling he had been longing for, and now that he had it he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to last.

He slowly pulled himself out halfway before slowly thrusting back into her again. The head of his dick so easily nudged her g-spot that it made her already shaky legs even more wobbly every time he thrust inwards. She held on to the counter, digging her nails into it with such a grip that she thought she was going to break the counter.

Bo kissed over (Y/N)’s neck and what he could reach of her face again. “Can I start fucking you, princess?”

She nodded, unable to speak. Bo took that as enough of an answer for him this time and started thrusting into her at a quicker speed. He held on to her hips as he slammed into her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. (Y/N)’s mind went blank, the only thing she could think of being Bo, Bo, Bo! She cried out his name, a sound more beautiful than any song Bo had ever heard.

“I might not last long,” he told her. “Do you think you can give me one more before I shoot this hot load inside you, baby?”

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes, yes, yes.”

It became a chant, like that was the only word she knew.

Bo smiled and put his hand around her throat, pulling her up so that she was flush against his chest. He continued thrusting at his brutal pace while reaching his other hand between her legs to rub her clit again.

“Look at how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock,” he said. “God, you look so fucking hot, falling apart for me like this.”

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head, which clearly was not what Bo wanted. He squeezed her throat slightly, just enough to block her airways and make her lightheaded.

“I said look at me,” he growled into her ear. She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. He smiled at her. “Good girl. Look how fucking good you look, all cock drunk for me like this.”

Her eyes were hooded, threatening to close again, and her mouth was in a permanent “O” shape as her body bounced with every thrust. Bo looked like a man on a mission, watching her face intently as he rubbed ruthlessly at her clit and thrusted hard into her. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, a sight which just drove her further over the edge.

She didn’t have to tell him this time that she was close. Actually, she didn’t even have time to tell him. Her second orgasm hit her quickly and intensely. Her vision clouded for a moment and her entire body felt heavy. Bo wrapped an arm around her lower stomach, keeping her up for his last few thrusts before he also hit his own climax. He buried his head in her neck again, muffled groans tumbling from his lips as he gave a few more shallow thrusts.

They were both panting and sticky with sweat once they finally started coming down from their highs. Bo was reluctant to pull out, but he could feel himself becoming soft and slipping from between her legs. (Y/N) gasped as she felt the hot trail of cum running down her legs.

“Let me clean you up so you can finally lay down,” Bo said.

He reached past her to grab the face cloth she had been using early and ran warm water over it again. Turned her so she was facing him and knelt down in front of her to wipe her legs and between them. He planted a kiss on both of her inner thighs, causing her to twitch a little from overstimulation. When he stood again, he discarded the cloth onto the floor and took (Y/N) into his arms. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to bed.

He laid her down first before crawling into bed next to her. He took her into his arms, reveling in the feeling of her warm body against his. It had been so long since they had been able to fall asleep together. He rarely tried to cuddle her when he came into bed after she had fallen asleep in fear that he would wake her.

“Are you done working for the night then?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft and sheepish.

“Definitely,” he decided. “This takes so much more precipitant than working on that stupid special.”

“Hey, it’s not stupid. I think it’s going to be really good.”

Bo chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You haven’t even seen any of it.”

“I saw that one that was a parody of Drake’s music.”

“Eh, I’m thinking of cutting that one. I don’t even like it all that much.”

“Don’t do that! It’s my favorite one!”

He squeezed her slightly and kissed her again. “Okay, no promises, but I’ll try my best to put it in.”

“Thank you.”

They laid in silence for a while. It was quite comforting. Bo never wanted to leave the bed. He just wanted to hold (Y/N) and lay here in the dark and silence.

“I miss this,” (Y/N) whispered into the silence.

Bo sighed. “Me too. I promise I’ll try not to work too late so that we can have these moments more often. And I promise I’ll try to finish the special soon so that I’m not working on it at all anymore.”

“You don’t have to finish it soon if you don’t feel it’s ready, but I would prefer it if you were here in bed with me when I fell asleep at night. It’s not the same to fall asleep in a lonely bed all by myself.”

“I promise. Now get some sleep. I can tell you’re fighting off the unconsciousness.”

(Y/N) shook her head and smiled to herself. Of course he was right, she felt exhausted now after their bathroom activities. Being curled in his warm embrace didn’t help that matter either. She settled herself next to him and closed her eyes, letting the sleep take hold of her. Bo wasn’t too far behind, placing one last kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off to sleep.

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[stardonley]

The whiteboard drawings>

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[burnem]

do you?

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[takeoffyourbrasandburnhamao3]

Keeping this account mostly as an archive…I probably won’t use it much anymore. Claimed all my fics on my main ao3 (links still work). If Bo is retiring…¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now the show is done…I hope you’re happy ❤️

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[boburnhamsmut]

i fantasize about it all the time

if you were mine

i'd give this pussy to you 9-5, 5-9

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[wtf-igo]

Something New

(CW: Pegging, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Anal Fingering, Femdom, Light Bondage, Blowjob, Face Riding, Sub!Bo)

NSFW 18+, Minors DNI

Word Count - 4.3k

Bo is difficult to figure out. He’s completely unpredictable, surprising – that’s one of the reasons why you love him so much, you’ve never met anybody like him. So when he poured his heart out to you last week about his deepest, untold desires, you’re surprised to say that this didn’t come as much of a shock to you.

You’d had a suspicion that Bo might show an interest in anal play for a while leading up to this. Initially, he would just make little comments about it in passing; mostly jokes. But he brought it up frequently enough for him to get your eyebrows raised.

But there was one incident in particular that really got you questioning things.

It was a friday night, you two had decided to stay in and watch a movie. But neither of you watched a single minute.

So there you were, palms splayed out on his bare chest as you rode him mercilessly into the couch. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, heightened moans gushing from his lips. You’d taken on a more dominant role that night, and he was beneath you, blurting out clusters of words that were hardly even a sentence. But between the strained “Don’t stop,”s, and the “Use me, fuck— please!”s, there was one sentence that punched the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck- I want you inside me— I- I want you to fucking ruin me- Shit, s-shit— god, I’m so close, baby, please.”

It was wildly out of the blue, but nevertheless, you came almost instantly, and he followed suit shortly after.

Ever since then, the thought of being inside of him while he’s gasping and begging beneath you had been festering in your brain. You never talked about what he said that night, and he seemed a little embarrassed of himself afterward. So you figured that you’d just leave it alone. Until last week, when he finally fessed up.

Now, you have an inclination that tonight is going to be the night.

You knew that he wouldn’t make the first move, so the responsibility is on your shoulders. You took him out to a fancy restaurant for dinner, teasing him a little throughout the entire night. From wearing a slightly skimpy, short black dress that would give anyone an eyeful if you bent over, to a gentle brush of your fingers against his bicep, to your hand slowly sliding up his inner thigh on the car ride home.

As you both walked through the front door, you told him that you have a surprise planned, and that he’s going to love it.

To which he responded with a mumbled, “You know I hate surprises.”

You huffed a laugh.

Now, you’ve both miraculously made it up the stairs and to the bedroom, limbs in knots and hands everywhere.

His lips move against yours hurriedly, shrugging his blazer off of his shoulders and kicking it away with a socked foot. You grin, tugging on the knot of his tie to loosen it, then slipping it from his neck. You’ve made a decision to not allow him to take off your dress, and that’s becoming increasingly more difficult as he starts to become more desperate. Your skin burns as he moans quietly and paws at one of your breasts with his large hand, your kisses turning feverish as you both collapse into the bed, with him on top of you. Not exactly the ideal position for what you have planned for tonight.

You pull away momentarily, your head spinning as you try to catch your breath. “Get on your back,” You manage, and he pauses.

“What?”

You meet his eyes, smiling softly. “Just do it, trust me. Please,”

Despite the dim lighting in the room, you can see the pretty shade of red that blooms across his pale skin. He does what he’s told, clambering off of you and flopping down on his back, hands resting idly on his belly.

You grin, sitting up on your knees and shuffling closer to him. “There you go, such a good boy.” You hum nonchalantly, your fingers finding the buttons on his plain white button-down.

His eyes go wide as the words register in his brain and you can hear the way his breath catches in his throat.

Swinging your legs over his narrow hips, you straddle him, feeling his growing excitement pressing into you from below. You slowly unbutton him, sliding the white fabric down his arms before adding it to the rest of the pile of clothes gathering into a heap on the floor of the bedroom.

“Fuck.” He exhales softly through his nose as you take hold of his limp wrists and delicately pin them to the mattress on either side of his head.

His eyes are wide, his pupils blown out as he looks up at you heatedly. He isn’t the only flustered one, though. Your face is burning, and you feel like you could melt into a puddle any minute now at the mere sight of him.

You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

“Alright, hold still baby,” You say. There’s a slight authoritarian tone to your voice, one that makes him shiver beneath you, his cock throbbing against your ass. “Be good for me, yeah?”

A wicked grin appears on your face as he nods, squirming against your grip, his lips red and a little puffy from your previous assault on his mouth. Fuck. You’re surprising yourself with how much you’re enjoying this, and you’ve only just begun.

Your eyes flutter closed as you start to roll your hips on top of him, feeling him writhe below you, drawing out a quiet moan from his lips. “Oh god.. Please,” He grits, balling his hands into fists as you grind against him – your pace torturously slow. A delightful heat blooms in your stomach, a flame flickering inside of you as you speed up, the harshness of him rubbing against you, providing just the right amount of friction.

It doesn’t take long for him. Not long at all. His breathing quickens, and so does his pulse, thrumming violently against your fingertips. Your grip on his wrists tightens as you watch his eyes screw tightly shut, his jaw slackening as he furrows his brows, the softest whines spilling from his mouth. You know that look all too well, and you’re mesmerized.

“Wait, fuck– You— You’re gonna, I’m gonna…” He cuts himself off with a pained groan, holding himself back. You tug yourself back down to earth in a split second, slowing your movements to a stop and watching as his whole body tenses from being denied release. His eyes open slowly and he looks almost pained as you climb off of him and sit up on your knees beside him, trying to keep your demeanor calm and composed.

The mess in your underwear tells a completely different story.

Your fingertips play with the scant dusting of light brown downy hair that disappears below his waistband. “Do you remember what you told me last week?” You purr.

He perks up instantly.

“What you wanted me to do to you?” You continue, trailing your fingertips down, ghosting over the prominent bulge in his pants. He inhales.

“Y-yeah,” He huffs, hips bucking shallowly into your touch. He clears his throat. “What— uhm.. what about it?”

You remove your hand from him and he sighs quietly into the air. You take a moment, feeling the words in your mouth before you say them. “I’d like to try it,” You say softly. “Tonight.”

His expression lights up immediately and he nods vigorously.

“Nuh, uh,” You tut, watching as his face falls. “Use your words baby. I wanna hear you say it,”

A pink hue rushes to his cheeks and he looks a little embarrassed, averting his gaze anxiously. “Yes.. honey,”

“Mm, there you go, that’s better..” You smile, running your palm up and down his thigh absentmindedly, his eyes jumping from yours to your lips and then to the hand slowly inching its way into his slacks. He whimpers – a pathetic noise, really. But nonetheless, it sends a new wave of arousal straight between your thighs. Using your other hand now, you pull lazily on his waistband, telling him to lift his hips. He doesn’t hesitate, cheeks flushed and hair unruly as he watches you tug his pants down enough to be able to fish his cock out of his boxers.

Your lips morph into a sly grin, leaning over and snatching the bottle of lube from your bedside table. A shuddering breath escapes him, running an errant hand through his hair as his heated eyes stay locked on you, cautiously awaiting your next move.

You manage to fully slip off his bottoms and toss them to the floor beside you, parting his thighs gingerly. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. To be completely honest, you feel just as nervous as Bo looks. “You know that we can stop whenever you’d like, honey. I want you to feel safe, alright?” You say, spreading a dollop of lube onto your fingers.

He nods. “I know, I know,”

You flash a smile, slowly pushing your fingers between his legs and prodding gently at his entrance. He gasps, biting down on his hand as you start to massage the tight ring of muscle, just barely dipping the tip of your index finger inside.

“I’m gonna put it inside of you now, okay?” You say softly, tilting your head and kissing his knee gently. His whole body is rigid with nerves. “Just relax,”

His response is breathy and sharp. “Okay.”

And then, you start to slip a single finger inside, your cunt clenching around nothing as you hear his breath come in quick, shallow gasps, his body getting used to such an unfamiliar sensation. Eventually, his breathing steadies and he relaxes a little.

“Please,” He whimpers quietly. “Please, move,”

He sounds desperate now, his eyes pleading. It suits him. You think. You start to gently curl your finger inside of him, gauging the different reactions and noises he makes as you feel your way around, trying to find that spot. His back arches off the bed slightly, soft cries and moans escaping him as you add a second finger, moving them a little bit faster, a little harder.

Your angle shifts ever so slightly and Bo lets out a choked moan. “Shit— Don’t stop, please don’t stop, right there, please,”

A satisfied smirk appears on your face and you focus more heavily on that area, using deep, slow strokes with the pads of your fingers until he can’t hold himself back any longer — gripping the headboard until his knuckles turn a ghostly shade of white as he lets loose the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard him make.

You decline your head, your warm breath hitting the sensitive patch of skin on his neck. “God, you look so pretty,”

He just moans in response.

“You want me to fuck you now?” You breathe against the shell of his ear, the tendons and muscles in your arm starting to ache.

“Yes,” He nods, his voice strained.

You waste no time in removing your fingers from him, your insides simmering with heat as you hear him whine at the loss. Wiping your fingers on your dress, you return to your feet, sauntering toward your bedside table and opening the drawer. Your hands are a little shaky as you take out the black strap-on tentatively, hearing Bo draw in a sharp breath beside you at the sight of it.

The appendage isn’t all that big, a modest five inches. You didn’t want to freak him out or overwhelm him with anything more.

Alright, You think. Here goes nothing.

You can feel Bo’s eyes on you as your hand slips underneath your dress, gingerly pulling down your red, lace panties. You return to your usual stature, tossing the embarrassingly drenched price of fabric behind you.

You turn to face him wordlessly, stepping into the harness slowly, taking your time, teasing him a little. He looks almost mesmerized as he stares at your new appendage. Oh, what you would give to hear what’s going through his head right now.

There’s one more thing you have in mind. You reach into the drawer again, fishing out two pairs of furry handcuffs. Bo has used them on you every now and then. And right now, you’re unable to get the mental image of him bound to the bed frame out of your head.

You watch his lust-blown eyes widen a little, his lips parting in surprise.

You find your way back to your previous position, between his open thighs as he stares down his nose at you. Now, up close and personal, you can see the faint hint of fear in his expression. Your gaze softens instantly.

“Hey. It’s okay, you can take it. I know you can,” You soothe, leaning down slightly and kissing him on the forehead. “Just hold out your hands for me, baby.”

His body relaxes a little, and he hastily obeys your request. You take a hold of his pliant wrists, dangling the cuffs in front of his face. “Is this okay?” You ask.

He looks up at the restraints, and a quiet whine falls from his lips. He nods without a hint of hesitation.

“There you go,” You murmur, locking the two pairs of cuffs around both of his wrists and attaching them to the bed frame, before leaning back on the heels of your palms to admire your work. And dear god, is it a beautiful sight.

His stare is ingrained with a kind of heat you’ve never seen from him before. Bound hands tensing as he squirms beneath you in anxious anticipation.

You’ve always had a thing for being on top, and Bo loves it when you take control. It’s the feeling of control and dominance that really hits you in the weak spot. That and bringing a fully grown, six and a half feet tall man to his knees before you.

You’ll never get over it.

You pour a generous amount of lube onto yourself, spreading it around with a few wet strokes of your hand.

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth as you press the tip against him gently, meeting his gaze. “You want this?”

He gives you a short nod of affirmation, and you hum thoughtfully.

“Then beg.” You tell him, watching his face fall and his cock throb in response. He looks stunned, like his brain just short-circuited. “If you want it so badly, then beg.”

“Please..” He murmurs, barely even audible.

You shoot him a stern look.

He whines. “Please— fuck, please. I- I need it. I’ll be good, I can take it, I swear. Just, please!”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, “There you go, that’s better,” You hum, your voice shaking in the middle of the sentence. You lining yourself up with his entrance and without warning, you start to push into him slowly, gently, relishing the cry he lets out.

“Oh god— Oh fuck,” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as you bottom out inside of him. You pause for a moment, letting him adjust to the feeling.

“You okay?” You ask, watching the frenetic rise and fall of his chest.

“Yes— feels good. Please,” He gasps, fingers outstretched and arms tensing with the effort of pulling on the restraints.

You nod in response. “I’m gonna move now, is that alright with you?” You ask, swiping your thumb gently back and forth over his hip bone.

“Fuck yes, yes..” His breathy pleas dissolve into a guttural moan as you slowly draw your hips back, before rocking back inside, drawing a soft grunt from him. The first few thrusts are shallow and tentative, your eyes and ears picking up on the micro-movements in his expression, and the hushed gasps that catch in his throat with every press of your hips.

The strap-on fits snugly, so you can fucking feel the tug as he spasms and flutters around you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” He pants, bucking his hips against you, matching your pace as best he can, desperately chasing that blissful feeling. You can only imagine how it must feel for him.

Bo rolls his head so that his cheek is pressed flush against the silk pillow. He groans, thighs clenching as you keep up your torturously slow pace, trading in speed for long, deep strokes. You’re just barely brushing against his prostate, reveling in the way this edging is driving him absolutely insane — his strained moans increasing in volume. You know that every drag must feel like an eternity to him by now. But you’re not speeding up until he asks you to.

You lean forward, caging his body with your own. The shift in angle takes you impossibly deeper inside of him, and Bo lets out a high-pitched moan, wrapping his legs around your waist. You grin, your mouth descending on the smooth skin of his throat, pressing gentle kisses and nipping carefully before sucking a mark over his heart. Bo exhales sharply and arches into your touch, his tired eyes still sparkling as you meet his gaze.

“Please,” He moans.

“Please what, baby?” You probe, condescension dripping from your voice. “Tell me what you want,”

“Faster,” He whimpers softly as you hit just the right spot. “Fuck— Please go faster,”

“Jesus Christ. So needy.. You just can’t help yourself, huh?” You tut, reaching down to tuck a stray lock of hair out of his face. The words roll off of your tongue so easily, sharp and tangy as you watch his cheeks turn a deep red.

“Well if you insist,” You roll your eyes a little, holding back a smirk. Wasting no time, you snap your hips into him harshly, earning you a high-pitched yelp. You quickly sink into a rhythm that has him gasping and begging you for more in no time, his cock twitching against your belly. He’s not the only one losing it; you’re hardly holding it together yourself, the lack of friction actually starting to hurt. But this isn’t about you, it’s about him. It’s about fulfilling the fantasy that he worked up enough courage to share with you.

“You’re doing so well, taking it so pretty.” You praise, reaching between your sweaty bodies and taking his cock in your hand. The sound he makes is something you could have never imagined, hips bucking wildly into your touch as you run your thumb along the tip of him.

“Fu- uck, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop, please don’t stop,” A strangled moan escapes from deep in his lungs, and you watch as he comes completely undone beneath you. Any amount of shyness or apprehension has been thrown out of the window as he thrashes, the noises coming from his mouth like the sweetest of songs.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” You husk, your hips aching from the exertion. Yet, you persevere.

He nods frantically, tensing up his hands. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck”

You’re positively throbbing. “Then do it.”

Using the leftover lube slathered on your hand, you start to stroke him in time with your thrusts — steadily building in ferocity as you become completely absorbed in the moment.

You start to focus more heavily on the tip of him, hearing the choked gasps and whimpers peeling from his lips. “It feels good, fuck, you feel good— I’m Gonna— I-I’m gonna—”

You thrust deep inside him as you stroke him once, twice — and that’s all it takes for him to completely unravel. Bo’s eyes fall shut as he cries out, coming in your hand and spilling himself onto his belly, body convulsing and shaking in your arms as his orgasm overtakes him. He tugs on the restraints, making strangled moans and whimpers, his high seeming to go on for an eternity. You’ve never seen him have one this intense, and boy is it a sight to behold.

But what goes up must come down, and after a few final breathy moans, his body finally goes lax, the occasional quiet noise slipping from his lips.

Tugging your short dress over your head, you use it to clean him up, watching as he twitches and shivers as the fabric drags along his skin.

You take special care in pulling the appendage out, not wanting to hurt him in any way. He grunts a little at the emptiness, and you quickly shuffle out of the harness and up his body, straddling his waist as you unlock the cuffs, stroking the redness blooming on his wrists and he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“You did so good, baby,” You say softly. “So good.”

He cracks a small, weary smile, his tired eyes lazily meeting yours. He hums as you push the hair from his face, stroking his cheek gently with your thumb and wiping away a stray tear that he had knocked loose.

He mumbles something inaudible, eyes fluttering as he looks up at you like he can’t believe you’re real and here with him right now in this moment.

“Speak up, honey,” You coo.

He pauses, trying to collect himself. His thoughts seem to have been thoroughly fucked out of his head. You feel the faintest twinge of pride at the fact. “What about you?” His hazy eyes dip down to the apex of your thighs.

You feel your stomach flip. “Oh. Don’t worry about me.” You assure him, leaning down to give him a short peck on the lips.

“No, no, no,” He shakes his head, chasing your lips a little as you part. “I wanna taste. Please,”

You tilt your head to the side, running your fingertips down his chest and across his nipples — earning you a small whine.

“You want me to sit on your face, sweetie?” You grin, and he makes a small rumbling sound of agreement in his throat.

You sit up on your knees, shuffling further up the bed until you’re hovering just above his mouth. Bo grins from beneath you, and that almost animalistic look of hunger flashes in his eyes. You watch his tongue sweep along his bottom lip fleetingly. You’re dripping with anticipation. It’s a little embarrassing, actually.

But he doesn’t seem to care at all. Not when you’re lowering yourself down onto his face. His warm, wet tongue immediately gets to work on you, sighing as the salty tang of your arousal spreads across his taste buds. You groan, threading your fingers firmly into his hair.

“Oh, holy shit—“ You gasp. “Fuck your mouth’s so good on me, baby. All mine.”

He makes a pleased noise from below you as you start to well and truly ride his face. His hands grasping at your thighs as you tug on his hair lightly, fucking his head into the mattress.

Nothing you have so far come to know can beat feeling of his head buried eagerly between your thighs, his hands on you, the cute little noises he makes when you react to something that he does. You could stay like this forever. He licks long, broad strokes against your clit and you tilt your head back, canting your hips and sighing up at the ceiling. You push down harder on top of him — at this point, he hardly even has to do anything but lay there as you grind on his face, just let you use him. He makes a small whimpering sound in his throat, the vibrations only steering you closer and closer to ruin.

“Shit— Just like that.” You moan, arching your back as he suckles on your clit, devilish tongue rapidly sweeping from side to side. “There’s my good boy,”

He’s seems to be motivated by your words of praise, lapping at you like a starved man. And perhaps he is, in a sense.

You grind down hard, breath catching in your chest, head thrown back in ecstasy as he provides delicious pressure to your clit, gliding his trembling hands up the length of your body to toy with your nipples and palm your breasts, and that's the last straw. Your orgasm hits you like a brick to the face, thighs clenching around his head and you nearly suffocate him. He doesn’t really mind though, working you through your orgasm as he lets out muffled, wet moans against you.

You know that, given the opportunity, he would stay in this exact position until you came another three, four times. Your cunt flutters at the thought. But much to his dismay, you tap his head gently, signaling for him to cease his movements. You dismount him and flop down beside him on the bed, spent.

“I love you so much..” He says, his voice still garbled. “You’re amazing, and beautiful, an-and that was so fucking hot, I just— thank you, I love you,”

“I love you too,” You wrap your arms around him, and he meets you with a lazy, sweet kiss. You grin against his soft lips, feeling how both his mouth and chin are completely soaked, tasting so strongly of you. “More than you’ll ever know,”

He hums contently and nestles his head between your breasts, eyes fluttering closed as you hold him, the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex in the air.

After a while, he speaks up, his voice timid.

“Do you think we could, like..” He murmurs, tracing invisible patterns on your skin with his fingertips. “Do that again sometime? But— only if you want to, I mean.”

You let out a laugh at his sudden bashfulness, nodding slowly as your fingers play with the soft curls that reach the base of his neck. “Of course, baby. Definitely. Yes.”

You feel him shiver at the pet name. It somehow has more weight to it now, seeing as you were calling him by that name mere moments ago while balls deep inside of him.

“Thank you,” He sighs happily, shifting his position to get more comfortable.

It doesn’t take long for him to drift off to sleep, and you watch his back rise and fall with every breath he takes and releases.

You decline your neck, kissing the crown of his head softly. Muttering quietly against his hair,

“Sweet dreams, honey.”

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[ticklishtimothee]

admit it (bo burnham x reader)

summary: the reader thinks that bo likes feet, but he keeps denying it. then, he finally admits it, and indulges in it. (warnings for drunk sexual content!)

a/n: prompted by an anon who i definitely don’t know and love and cherish yeah no just an anonymous stranger for sure...anyway, don’t like don’t read, i know this fetish is not a lot of people’s cup of tea but any kinkshamers will be blocked.

words: 2,160

With how often he joked about it in his routines, you had a sneaking suspicion that Bo maybe, possibly, could theoretically, have a certain fetish that involved people’s lower extremities. But again, it was just a suspicion, and your sex life with him was already healthy and fucking fantastic. Why fix what isn’t broken? If he approached you with a fantasy, you would totally be down, but you weren’t going to try and push him to admit something that you might be totally wrong about anyway!

Other than the jokes, there were a few other instances that made you suspect that Bo had a thing for feet. The first time you caught on was during a movie night, where you’d gotten too warm in the L.A. summer to stay snuggled up to his side, and instead found yourself laying back against the couch with your legs thrown over his lap.

At some point during the film, he’d began massaging your socked feet, his thumb pressing into your arch and rubbing out the tension you’d barely realized you had been feeling.

You gave a little groan of pleasure as he pressed harder, squirming happily into the cushions and shutting your eyes, the movie completely forgotten.

When he moved from your right foot to the left, however, your ankle brushed against something, causing you to open your eyes…And realize that his cock was stiff in his sweatpants.

He met your eye, and in the blue light of the television, you could tell his face was flushed.

“Why are you turned on?” you asked, raising a brow.

Bo cleared his throat. “This movie, is just…So fucking hot,” he said.

Seeing as it was a horror film, you were glad that he was kidding, and you laughed at his attempt to deflect. “Do you like massaging my feet?”

“No, no, it’s not like that,” he replied, almost too quickly. “I just…You were making those sounds and it was so cute! If someone was eavesdropping, they’d think I was fingering you or something.”

You gave another chuckle, sitting up to scoot closer. “Well, it felt good! I didn’t know you were such a talented masseuse,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

He grinned before pressing a kiss to your temple. “I also give a damn good back rub, but you’d need to take your shirt off for that.”

He didn’t have to ask twice.

After the mind-blowing sex that followed, you sort of forgot about the foot thing for a while.

The next hint was after you attended an awards show with him, and made the mistake of wearing a very uncomfortable pair of shoes. You practically hobbled out of the car and into the house, your pride too strong to remove the godforsaken shoes before you were inside.

Bo gave a fond shake of his head as he watched you wince your way to the front door. When you bent down to begin removing the shoes however, he grabbed you around the waist. “Think you can keep ‘em on til we get to the bedroom?” he asked, his voice low.

You purposefully pushed your ass against him. “Maybe…May I ask why?”

“Nope,” he replied simply, giving your ass a little smack. “Just keep walking.”

And so, you did as you were told. You loved when Bo got dominant like that.

Bracing yourself through the discomfort, you managed to make it into the bedroom, where Bo promptly gave you a gentle push onto the bed. However, he didn’t pounce on you like you were expecting. Instead, he got down on his knees beside the bed and began removing your shoes, undoing each buckle with care.

It was an incredibly romantic gesture, and weirdly hot, too.

“Let me take care of you,” he all but whispered, his lips brushing the skin of your knee and making you shiver.

You gave a nod that he probably didn’t even notice, and he removed each of your shoes tenderly before placing them to the side. His thumb brushed the sole of your foot, making you pull back. You felt hypersensitive from being in those shoes all night, and you were also slightly self-conscious that you were probably sweaty. He didn’t seem to care about that, though.

No, instead, he was focused on the reaction his touch had caused.

“Ticklish?” he asked, smirking.

You blushed and gave him a light shove with the foot he wasn’t holding. “You know I am, asshole.”

He was still smirking, but his eyes narrowed, turning the expression from one of playful mischief to something almost…sadistic. “You know, you really shouldn’t be so rude to someone when they can so easily do this.” He snatched your ankle in his grip and wiggled his fingers along your foot, making you gasp and fall into a fit of giggles.

Bo had tickled you plenty of times before, but never so intensely. It was usually a silly scramble for the remote, where his large hands grabbed wherever he could reach and squeezed until you surrendered. He had never been so delicate, so devious, and he’d never lingered on one spot for so long. His fingers found every spot that made you squeak, squeal, and snort until you were breathless and begging him to stop.

He did stop, releasing your ankle and rising to his feet, looking down at the disheveled puddle of giggles you had become with a satisfied smile. “Learn your lesson?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” you replied, still trying to catch your breath.

“Good,” he replied, before leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Now, you stay there and tell me what pajamas you want.”

You appreciated the way he took care of you after just tormenting you. It was almost like the soft cuddles that came after rough sex, like he was making up for his actions with love. Although you didn’t mind the roughness, nor had you really minded the tickling either, he just had to remind you that he could be gentle, too.

As you cuddled into him and began to fall asleep, you couldn’t shake the way his fingers on your feet had made you feel, or the look in his eyes as he watched your toes scrunch and spread in response to each ticklish touch. But before you could ask him what it had meant, he’d fallen asleep, and you followed shortly after.

But after a night of drinking with friends, your suspicions were finally confirmed. Back at home, a very tipsy Bo was trying to get in your pants.

“You’re too drunk,” you insisted, giggling as he fumbled with the zipper on his jeans.

After failing to unzip them for a few clumsy seconds, he started to giggle too, laying back against the bed. “But I’m horny,” he replied in a whining voice.

“We can talk about sexy things instead of doing them,” you suggested.

“But that’ll just make me more horny!” he complained.

“Or maybe it’ll sober you up enough to actually fuck me.”

At that, he perked up a little. “Alright, alright fine. What do you wanna talk about?”

“Do you have any kinks?” you asked. “Like, things we haven’t tried, I mean.”

Bo hummed. “I mean, I like rough stuff. You know I’m cool with being dominant or submissive, but I…I don’t know.”

You rolled onto your side, watching him expectantly. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but whatever it is, I’m not gonna judge.”

Bo scrunched his face up adorably, like he was thinking really hard about what to say. “It’s embarrassing though!”

“Oh, come on,” you said, nudging his shoulder. “I pinky-promise that I won’t judge you.”

He covered his face with his hands. You’d never seen him so flustered before. It was really fucking cute. He mumbled something into his hands.

“What? I can’t hear you when you cover your mouth like that, dummy,” you teased, poking at his elbow.

“I like feet,” he said, pulling his hands away as he spoke before putting them right back over his blushing face.

‘Called it,’ you thought. But you didn’t want to voice that for fear of embarrassing him further, and so you feigned ignorance.

“Oh, baby, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” you said, scooting closer so you could snuggle into his chest. “It’s like, the most common fetish ever.”

“But it’s weird,” he replied.

“There are weird people in every fetish community, but a few bad apples don’t make it bad,” you said. “Seriously, I don’t think it’s weird. I’d be down to try it sometime, too, if you want.”

He gave a little groan. “You don’t have to humor me.”

“I’m not. I wanna please you, and if you have a fantasy, I want to fulfill it.”

He finally removed his hands from his face, his cheeks stained pink. “Seriously?”

You nodded and kissed his cheek. “Yes, seriously.”

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too. Still too drunk to get it up?” you asked teasingly.

He grinned. “Not at all.”

Bo did seem much more alert, and he sat up, propping himself against the headboard. “Can I…?”

You nodded, moving your position so that your feet were facing him.

His eyes went a little wide, and he licked his lips. Tentatively, he reached out and took one of your feet in his hands, running his palm over the bottom. You flinched reflexively, curling your toes.

He smirked. “You’re so sensitive here,” he said, using a single finger to drag down your sole.

You squeaked softly, feeling your own face heating up. “I can’t help it!”

“It’s fucking hot,” Bo said. “I wonder if you could get turned on from this? I mean, a lot of people find their feet to be an erogenous zone. Wanna see if you’re one of those people?”

You nodded vigorously.

He sat up a little straighter, and brought her face closer to your foot. “Is it okay if I use my mouth?” he asked, and the dominant tone had faded slightly, the shyness peaking through.

“Yes,” you assured him.

You couldn’t have predicted how it would feel when Bo’s tongue licked a line from your heel to your toes, but the sensation caused you to gasp softly. The cold air against wet skin made you hyper-aware of how sensitive you were. And the strangest part was that it did feel good. Like, better than you had expected.

When his lips wrapped around your big toe and sucked, you surprised yourself with the soft moan that left your mouth. You could feel that bastard smile, the way his lips and tongue and teeth felt on your skin, and the way his stupid stubble scraped beneath your toes in a torturously ticklish way, but not enough to make you laugh, just enough have your nerves going haywire.

He took his time with each toe before switching to your other foot and giving it the same treatment, and by the time he’d pulled away, you were aware of the burning pit of arousal in your stomach, and the tell-tale sensation of a puddle in your underwear.

“What’d you think?” he asked.

“That felt fucking good,” you replied, chuckling softly. “Would you be into it if I gave you a footjob?”

Bo gave a little moan. “Fuck, yeah, I would.”

You giggled happily and sat up to help him undo his jeans, noticing the way his cock was straining to escape the fabric, and how his precum had soaked through the denim slightly. Once his hardon was free, he fumbled in the bedside drawer for some lube, which he poured generously into his hand and began to stroke himself. You watched him intently, lust in your eyes. Once he felt he was significantly lubed up, he gestured for you to begin.

Now, footjobs looked quite easy in porn, but you quickly realized it wasn’t quite so cut and dry. It took a bit of maneuvering before you found a position that worked. Eventually, you succeeded in finding a position that was both pleasurable for Bo, and comfortable enough for your legs.

Bo didn’t last very long, but you hadn’t expected him to. After fulfilling such a big fantasy of his, who could blame him for how quickly he came? Plus, it was kind of cute, too, watching his embarrassment at his poor stamina.

“Was that good?” you asked.

“Baby, that was fucking incredible,” he replied. “I can’t believe I didn’t tell you sooner, I…God, you’re fucking perfect.”

You preened under his praise, unable to wipe the lovestruck smile from your face. “Well, now that I know, we can spend plenty of time exploring this.”

Bo grinned, leaning forward so he could push you back onto the mattress so that he could return the favor of an earth-shattering orgasm.

Well, your suspicion had been correct, and it had been even better than you’d expected.

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[ghostwriterdiariesxoxo]

The Green Room

Got a request to squeeze in something quick and smutty before the next chapter of Down For you. So...Here ya go.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38796291

[[[“Right?” He laughs “Like, I would have spent my morning getting high and getting laid. I mean, that’s the magic combination.”

           Once again the green room is filled with silence, but this time it’s accompanied by his words, lingering in the air between us. We’re professionals. We have to continue to work with each other for the next couple of weeks. I know it’s not a good idea. In fact, it’s a terrible, stupid, crazy idea. But I’m going to suggest it anyway.

“Okay here me out—”

“You wanna do this?” He asks before I can finish. It throws me a bit and my head is suddenly spinning from the grin, tugging at his mouth. We’ve barely spoken to each other, apart from a few casual exchanges.

           “Is it going to make it weird between us?”

“Yeah probably,” he laughs a bit nervously. “But that’ll be AFTER we pull off a good set.”

Not allowing myself another second to overthink this, I move across the room and lock the door. But—before I turn around I take a deep breath.]]]

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[lucky-joyous]

Can we just give Emerald Fennell all the money so she can keep creating mind fucking masterpieces ?

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[storiesforallfandoms]

a different side ~ bo burnham

word count: 2611

request?: yes!

“A bo burnham fic‼️‼️ maybe they get drunk and cuddle on the couch and then things heat up and bo turns out to be very verbal and dominating?? Thanks 🙏”

description: in which a drunk night leads her to see an entirely different side of her sweet, goofy boyfriend

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; m receiving, deepthroating, gagging, face fucking, drunk sex, rough fucking, face down ass up type thing, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, rough and dominant bo, reader is shocked but it is fully consentual)

masterlist (one, two)

Ever since you first met him, Bo was a sweet, goofy guy. He always knew how to put a smile on your face, and he was always incredibly kind and sweet towards basically everyone he met. He said his stage persona was fake on numerous occasions, but he did match that persona in more ways than he realized.

He was a sweet, Golden Retriever type of guy. Until the first night that you both got really drunk.

Bo had showed up to your apartment with a bottle of wine and some take out.

“I know you said you wanted to stay home because you had a load of work to do,” he said when you answered the door. “But I wanted to see you. So, I figured maybe we could have a date night in whenever you’re done with your work.”

He really knew how to make you smile and how to make your heart flutter.

“I may finish up now that you’re here. I really need some relaxation.”

“Well, I can help you with that.” He raised an eyebrow at you, suggestively. You giggled and stepped aside to let him in.

You finished up your work for the night and changed into some comfy clothes to join Bo in the living room. He had set out a blanket and the food as a little indoor picnic, and was pouring up two glasses of wine. He smiled at you and held out a glass to you.

You sat with him and the two of you started to talk about your days. You had been feeling swamped with your workload the past few days and you hadn’t been able to do much else besides trying to catch up on the workload. You were glad Bo had come over despite you having cancelled your usual date night.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to finish the bottle of wine Bo had brought. Your whole body felt light and tingly from the alcohol. You decided to get up and get the wine you already had in your fridge to keep the feeing alive. Another bottle later, and you and Bo were cuddling on the couch. You pressed a few kisses against his neck, earing you a few groans in response. In your inebriated daze, you felt pleasure in his responses. They fueled your desire to get more from him, so you continued to kiss over his neck.

“You better be careful, princess,” he said, his voice husky with the alcohol and lust.

You had never heard the pet name from Bo before. It caused a tingly feeling between your legs and you dared to ask, “Or else what?”

In an instant, Bo’s hands were grabbing you and pinning you down to the couch. You were taken by surprise and wasn’t sure how to react. Luckily, you didn’t have to because his lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you. You tried to wrap your legs around his waist to get some friction between the two of you, but he broke away from the kiss to push them away.

“If you want to kiss something, I’ll give you something to kiss,” he said.

Before you could ask what he meant, he had you off the couch and on your knees between his legs. He undid his pants and pulled his erect member free. It flopped against his stomach, standing at full attention for you. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, despite having seen his member many times before.

Bo touched your face. It was gentle at first; the touch you were used to feeling. But it became a bit more rough when he grabbed the back of your head and pulled it roughly towards his lap.

“Come on, princess,” he encouraged. “Get to kissing.”

You wasted no time in wrapping your lips around his tip. You were met with the salty taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. Bo’s head lulled back against the couch as he let out a moan. His hand was still on your head, now pushing it down so you were taking his entire length in your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Take it all, princess.”

You did just that. You had him so far in your mouth you could feel him poking at the back of your throat. You were trying desperately not to gag, but the full feeling you had with him all the way in your mouth felt like too much. You tried to pull away as your stomach heaved from the gag, but Bo reached down and took hold of your head before you could fully take his length from your mouth.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “I’m not done with that mouth yet.”

You looked up at him and saw his lust filled look. You could feel your panties becoming drenched with your own arousal. You wanted nothing more than to feel him take them off of you and to take you right there on the couch, but it was very evident that he had other plans in mind. He was preparing to use you to his own pleasure, whether you gained pleasure from it or not.

He held your head in place as his hips slowly began to thrust into your mouth. He was careful not to push it too far into your throat to cause you to gag again. That seemed more like him, a gentle lover who was careful to make sure that you were okay during the experience. But he was holding your gaze so you could still see the sexual aggression in his eyes. They were not the eyes of your gentle lover looking back at you, but rather a whole different side of Bo you had never seen before.

You were surprised with how Bo was acting, but you were even more surprised with how turned on you were with the whole scenario. You had never been treated like this sexually before. For the most part, you had been with some very respectful sexual partners who preferred to take things slow or to “make love” so to speak. Up until now, Bo had been like that as well. You had never even thought about being handled in a rough way like this, let alone whether or not you would like it.

But you did. You really, really liked it.

Bo continued to thrust into your mouth, pushing himself as far in as he could without gagging you before pulling out again. It was slow at first, just enough so he could really feel your warm mouth wrapped around him and your wet tongue pressed against the underside of his dick. But once you had made his dick wet enough for his liking, his thrusts started to pick up. His grip on your head tightened so you couldn’t pull away as he fucked your mouth. Drool began to seep from your mouth and drip down your chin. You let out an involuntary whimper, becoming more and more turned on by the way he was treating you.

“Oh, you like that, princess?” he asked. “You like it when I fuck your face like this? When I just use you as my little cum dumpster. Fuck, look at your fucked out face. I haven’t even put my dick inside of you yet and you already look like you’re worn out.”

You certainly did not feel worn out. You wanted him inside of you more than anything. Your panties were so wet you were almost certain there’d be a wet spot left on your pants. You tried to reach between your legs to relieve some of the pressure you were feeling, but Bo quickly took one hand from your face to stop you.

“No touching,” he said. “Not until I say so. Do you think you can handle that?”

Your eyes were wide and pleading. You shook your head, which only caused Bo to laugh.

“You’re such a little whore, aren’t you?” he taunted. “Can’t even control yourself long enough to let daddy fuck you.”

Daddy!

You let out another whimper at the newest pet name to be introduced. You wanted to try it out for yourself, but your mouth was still full with Bo’s dick.

“What was that, princess?” he asked.

He pulled his dick free from your mouth to finally allow you to speak. “Please daddy.”

“Oh, the little whore begs now,” he commented. “What is it you’re begging for, my little whore?”

“I-I n-need you to fuck me,” you said. “Please daddy, I need it so bad.”

“You need it? Or you want it?”

“Both!” you cried. “Please, I’m so wet.”

He pulled you to a stand in front of him. He reached his hand into the waistband of your pants, causing you to gasp as he ran a finger through your drenched folds.

“Oh my, you truly are wet.” You nearly whimpered again as he pulled his hand away from you. “I can’t let my princess be unsatisfied, can I?”

You shook your head vigorously, your heart pounding with anticipation.

Bo stood, towering over you. You were always in awe at his height and you loved to be able to look up at him. But now, there was something more to that height. It was almost intimidating. You weren’t sure what he was going to do next.

You yelped as he roughly pushed you down onto the couch, positioning your body so that your head was down in the cushions and your ass was in the air. He made quick work of removing your pants and underwear, leaving your lower half completely bare to him. You felt the couch dip as Bo knelt behind you, and you gasped as you felt the warmth of his tip gliding through your folds.

“You’re so wet, I don’t even have to lube myself up,” he commented. “It’s almost like your body is preparing for me to fuck you into oblivion.”

You moaned in response at his comment. Your head was so blank you didn’t even think you could form a coherent sentence.

Bo continued to tease your clit for a little while until you were practically backing yourself into him, your body begging him to be inside of you. The feeling of his tip pushing through your opening and his dick slowly filling you sent a wave of pleasure through your body and you already felt like you could cum. You weren’t sure how you were going to last through what he was planning to do to you.

Unlike when he was fucking your face, Bo didn’t start slow. He placed a hand between your shoulder blades to hold you in place as he began to roughly thrust into you. The sound of skin slapping against one another and your combined moans and groans was the only thing filling the room. He was so rough that you were sure you could feel the couch moving beneath you. If you were in your right mind you’d probably be worried about the couch breaking, but you were so far from being in your right mind.

As expected, it didn’t take long for you to cum around him. You screamed out in pleasure, your hands gripping the couch beneath you as you came so hard you saw stars and started to pant. Bo murmured words of praise into your ear as he kept mercilessly thrusting into you, your juices dripping down his length onto his balls and then onto the couch. Your legs were already feeling wobbly and you were ready to flop down, but Bo wasn’t done with you yet.

He put an arm under your belly, holding you up in the position he wanted as he used his other hand to guide your hips back into him. “You can’t tap out yet, princess. I’m not ready to be done with you. You just have to hold on a little bit longer.”

You weren’t sure if you’d be able to, but you knew you would have to until Bo was done with you.

He held you in place like a fuck toy, and you were truly starting to feel that way. Despite the protests of your body, you still felt incredibly pleasured as he continued to fuck your cunt sore and puffy. Before you knew it, you could feel a pressure growing in your lower stomach again and you knew you were about to hit your second orgasm.

“I-I’m g-gonna cum,” you told him. “I-I don’t th-think I can l-last much longer, daddy.”

“It’s okay, princess. I’m getting close, too. Can you wait for me so we can cum together?”

You weren’t sure you could, but you tried your hardest for him. He held on to your hips with both hands and managed to fuck you harder than he had before somehow. You were screaming out in pleasure with every rough thrust and it wasn’t long before you couldn’t control yourself any longer and your orgasm took over. Feeling your walls tighten around him, Bo let out a long groan and you felt his warm seed coating the inside of your walls.

You were panting and coated in sweat when Bo slowly pulled out of you. You whimpered as the cool air touched your sore pussy. You could feel him dripping out of you and onto the couch. You made a mental note to absolutely bleach the couch clean whenever you got the chance. Or to burn it completely.

You finally collapsed onto your stomach, but you didn’t stay there for long. You felt Bo’s arms pick you up and hold you bridal style as he carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down in your bed and you both took off your shirts, deciding to be completely naked to cuddle and come down from your mutual highs.

Bo got you a cloth to clean you and himself off before he slid into bed next to you. He took you into his arms. You winced a little as your aching body rolled into him and your legs pushed together on your sore cunt. It was throbbing, but it wasn’t painful.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” he asked. Every ounce of the dominant, rough man that had fucked the life out of you moments before was gone. You were almost shocked by the sudden change.

“No,” you said. “Okay, actually my body is a little worn and my pussy is throbbing, but I wouldn’t consider it pain. It felt good.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Okay, at least it felt good.”

“I’m very surprised though. Where did that come from?”

His cheeks turned bright red, almost like he was embarrassed. “Well...I mean...I’ve kind of always had that side of me. I didn’t want to show it because we’re still so new in this relationship and I didn’t want you to get afraid of me or anything. But...I think the alcohol just brought it out tonight. And then you were kissing my neck and it felt so good, and I just...didn’t want to stop myself. I was afraid you wouldn’t like it, and I would’ve stopped then, but it seemed like you thoroughly enjoyed that side of me.”

“Oh, I more than enjoyed it. In fact, I’d love to see more of that side of you if you’d be willing to show me more.”

"I’ll show you all you want to see, princess.”

And that one word caused the throb between your legs to become a dull ache, begging to feel Bo inside of you and to ruin you once again.

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[stardonley]

Me watching Bo Burnham fans return to tumblr since the new release:

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[burnem]

EAT YOUR YOUNG

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[takeoffyourbrasandburnhamao3]

“Crawl.”

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[boburnhamsmut]

is anyone else desperately sad that bo burnham isn't their boyfriend or is that just me

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[wtf-igo]

(CW: Microfic, Smut, Praise Kink, Biting, Floor Sex, Dirty Talk, Christmas, Some Fluff, Vaginal Sex, AFAB Reader)

NSFW 18+, Minors DNI

Word Count - 514

.+ merry christmas everybody!! here's a lil micro fic x +.

This isn’t exactly how you planned to spend your Christmas Day.

Sitting alone in your apartment unwrapping presents you had bought for yourself was the original idea. Which in hindsight, seems awfully sad.

But early this morning you received a text.

Come over

It was simple, two words with no further context. Not like you needed any, snatching your keys from the kitchen table as soon as you read it.

That’s how you ended up here; laying underneath the colorfully lit christmas tree, with Bo’s newly grown-out hair bouncing from above as he snaps his hips into you, so painfully deep that you’re sure to feel the pangs for days after.

You whine in agreement, feeling your face go hot as he scatters soft kisses across the line of your jaw.

One of his hands lifts from the floor, sliding between your bodies, thumb landing on your clit. You whimper, arching your back into his touch and clenching around him — making him grunt softly.

His pace is unrelenting, the rhythm devastatingly perfect, you’ve never been with such a multi talented man.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, sending a cool tingle down your spine that nestles comfortably between your thighs.

You can only get out a pathetic moan, nodding so rapidly that you must look like a sort of slutty human bobblehead.

“Then do it.” His voice sounds strained, and you can tell that he’s just about as close to ruin as you are. And then, then, his angle shifts by a hair and you’re gone.

You let out a cry as your orgasm overtakes you, thighs clamping down hard on his waist. You’re positive that Bo’s neighbors can hear you, but right now, you couldn’t give less of a fuck. Bo’s strangled moan graces your ears, only boosting the white-hot pleasure shooting from your core. His hips stutter and his balance falters as warmth floods your insides.

He collapses as carefully as he can on top of you and you both stay still for a moment, breathing heavily. Bo is the first to move, gently pulling out of you with an over sensitive grunt. He looks at you, reaching up to run his finger over the bite mark at the base of your neck.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He says, the timid note to his voice makes him sound a little unsure of himself. Nervous.

You crack a smile. “No, Bo. I’ll be fine.”

Without another word, his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight bear hug. He kisses the top of your head sweetly. “Merry Christmas.”

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[pseudonympls]

Taking Centre Stage

Rating: Explicit. 18+ only.

Era: Eighth Grade Era AU where Bo becomes a theatre director.

CW: explicit sex. sex on a piano. fingering. unprotected sex but he pulls out. sex on a stage but the theatre is empty. theatre-director!bo. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. very-soft-dom!bo

Bo Burnham x AFAB Reader. She/her pronouns.

Word count: 5k

A/N: I procrastinated writing Love Blooms by writing this...idk what to tell you other than I clearly have A Problem™️

Thanks to @oh-bo for this find and the gorgeous edit 🥰🖤

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Sighing, you walked through the wings, noting the sheer height of the ceiling, the pulleys connecting the curtains to the master carrier. You peeked around the luxurious velvet, seeing the theatre completely empty. The rumbling in your belly told you that it was time for dinner, but it was a signal you blithely ignored, opting for a slow, steady tour throughout the theatre you would be calling home for the next few months. How you thrived on being on stage; the attention; the nerves; the adrenaline. Fuel to your frankly dwindling fire, as of late.

With jobs few and far between recently, you told yourself you should be grateful to receive any kind of work at all - even if it went largely unpaid. It lined your pockets with experience and kudos from the local art critics, instead, a currency you were sorely lacking in. Now centre stage, you felt huge - massive even. On a stage with no audience, anyone could be a star. Taking a deep breath, the scale of things came back into focus, the far reaching, impossibly high circle up ahead, intricate gold and red appliqué that lined the walls, the ceiling - a throwback to the extravagance and overindulgence of the 1920’s. How the past one hundred years had weathered this building: wars had been fought, styles had slid in and out of fashion - but the appeal, the draw of decadence of years gone by still held fast, still pulled at a thread in your chest, drawing you inexplicably nearer to chaos.

Lazily walking over to the black baby grand centre left stage, your fingers grazed the propped up lid. Lifting the fallboard your fingers felt magnetised toward the keys. Your hand assumed the position, finding middle C, the piano lessons you’d had as a child flooded back to your brain. The thrumming in your head was so loud, that you didn’t hear the tentative footsteps behind you, not until the owner of them cleared their throat loudly.

Adrenaline shot up your spine as you whirled around, one of the impossibly tall, blond theatre directors was leaning against the wing - a smug smile plastered across his face. 

“I thought this place was shut for the night” he mused, not moving from his position, his prepotant stance keeping you frozen in place, too.

It was the theatre director from the audition, the one with the kind eyes. On closer inspection, he was a feast for the eyes, as well. At least six foot six, lanky but with a gentle grace about him - short but lightly ruffled blond locks, and a quarter inch of delicious stubble wrapped around his jaw. His lower half was draped in simple black jeans that he made look anything but simple. A thin, white button up shirt covered his top half, dangerously see through - and if you’d have known better, you’d have tried harder to avoid the plum shadows on his chest where his nipples lay beneath the fabric. 

“M-me too, s-sorry” you stuttered through the words “I told security that I was starting a production next week and I-um, just wanted to see the place empty, I guess” 

“That’s right, our leading lady, is that correct?” He cocked his head to the side, his disposition clear, cool and calm. Stark contrast to your jangling nerves, the way they shook and trembled every pore in your skin. 

A flicker of recognition fluttered through your chest, “Y-yeah, you-you remembered?” 

He scoffed, shaking his head lightly “how could I forget the audition with the monologue from that British show, Fleabag, wasn’t it?”  

You swallowed deeply, casting your mind back to the audition - the terribly hot, sticky afternoon spent sweating it out in your trash heap of a car, hands slick on the steering wheel - willing yourself to go into the theatre. Small steps, you had told yourself. First: unbuckle your seatbelt, then, open the car door. Before you knew it you’d be on stage, at your first audition in months, perhaps even coming up to a year now? The thought trickled like battery acid through your mind, numbing every one of your atoms into a stillness - maybe then, you’d at least stop sweating. 

You breezed through their script like a dream. You had spent the last week poring over it like it contained the cure for cancer, after all, so it wasn’t any surprise when the directors nodded slightly, and made notes on their pads of paper in front of them - the blond on the left pausing only to whisper something in the casting directors ear.

“And now it’s time to show us what you’re made of”, the art director said, gesticulating wildly with her hands “Get creative, show us why you’re right for this role, for this company, convince us that you’re the one for us. Your quirks, your personality - hell - even your flaws, we want to see them” her frigid smile inspired little confidence - her cold demeanour sent chills up your spine, and not the positive kind, but the blond to her left had kind eyes, and it was all you could do to avoid his gaze as you spiralled into your tirade.

“I want someone to tell me what to wear in the morning.” you shook your head, a slanted smile pulled at your lips, as you waited the appropriate beat for the other character's line that would never come. “No, I want someone to tell me what to wear every morning. I want someone to tell me what to eat. What to like. What to hate. What to rage about. What to listen to. What band to like. What to buy tickets for.” you shook your head with every other word, getting faster and faster as you spoke, your legs trembled on the stage, betraying your nervousness - hoping it would come off as in-character, intrinsic to her floundering. “What to joke about. What not to joke about. I want someone to tell me what to believe in. Who to vote for and who to love and how to...tell them” your bottom lip quivered - right on cue - you thought, pulling the words from the deep recesses you had hidden them, just as you had hid the blindsiding sorrow of finding your pet bunny - Forest - dead at the tender age of seven. Just as you had quashed those dreaded memories of mother calling you up in the dead of night, to tell you that grammy had passed after her long battle with cancer. The silence rang loud in your ears as you left a pause, and you didn’t dare look back at the table below the stage. “I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, Father, because so far, I think I’ve been getting it wrong.” you bit back tears, just enough to make it believable. “And I know that’s why people want someone like you in their lives, because you just tell them how to do it.” you curled your lip, letting some of your own iron tasting bitterness flow out, a peek of yourself shine through the lies “You just tell them what to do, and what they’ll get out of the end of it, even though I don’t believe your bullshit” you pointed your finger like a dagger toward your invisible stage partner and hissed the final few words “and I know that scientifically nothing that I do makes any difference in the end, anyway, I’m still scared. Why am I still scared?” you gave up hiding the tears now, the restraint gone, the scene almost done, you let them spill down your cheeks, almost in relief “So just, tell me what to do. Just fucking tell me what to do, Father.”

Their response hadn’t filled you with confidence, a wry smile had spread across the blond’s face, but the other two’s expressions remained stony, totally unreadable.

“Th-thats right” you blushed under his scrutiny, one-on-one seeming so much more anxiety inducing than three-on-one. He took a pause, and you couldn’t help but think that he was running your audition back through his mind - how your face had dropped as you exited the stage - how you had thought you were making an utter fool of yourself. You were more than surprised when you got the call back - astounded even, that they’d taken a punt on such a wild card.

He didn’t linger on the matter, as he folded his arms and nodded his head at the baby grand next to you “Do you play?”

Taken aback, for a moment you wondered what he meant, until reality dissolved back in around you “Piano? Oh, I used to, y-years ago, not for a long time now, though” your voice quietened as you spoke, your confidence dwindled with the volume.

“Just as well your character doesn’t play then, I suppose” he joked, a pithy attempt to lighten the air - lift the atmosphere.

“Oh, absolutely, to say that I’m rusty would be an overstatement” you threw back, and the resulting silence bit the air like the cool breeze of the air-con that filled the stage. A beat passed, and he unfolded his arms - just as you noticed how obscenely long they were, how long all of him was, he walked toward you, making light work of the several feet between you both.

“How about we do a little rehearsal, while we’re here? Hmm?” he clapped his hands together, rubbing his palms slightly.

“I…um” you paused, feeling a little surprised. You did not imagine rehearsing today, but, always eager to please, you travelled to the closet in your mind where the script for the show was kept, and agreed on it, “Y-yes sir”. 

He chuckled darkly “Please, just call me Bo,” and you hid the somersaulting of your belly, as you slid into character: the ailing belle, long suffering wife of the brute, who would come to an untimely end. “Please, you’re hurting me, your negligence hurts me, whether or not you mean it doesn’t fucking matter, I’m withering over here” you pressed your fingers into your chest for emphasis, inwardly cringing at the scene Bo had chosen - knowing how it ended.

“Doll, I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up, I’ve had it up to here” Bo lifted a large hand to his brow “With your shit.” he followed the blocking and went to turn around, before doubling back and squaring up to you “You know, there’s only so much a man can take before-” 

“Ryan, please, we need to talk about this, talk it out, I’m sure we can make it work someho-” Bo made eye contact seconds before he interjected, preparing you. 

“Fuck no, I’ve fucking had it, shut the fuck up!” he screamed in your face “or else I’ll make you” - he startled you, his sheer size, raw energy and charisma sent warmth between your legs in a way you could have never anticipated. His blue eyes, once calm and kind - radiated a passion, a hate, so strong it elicited almost a real fear response from you. 

“Ryan, please,” you whimpered after him, crossing the breadth of the stage in your begging, and suddenly, the heat of the day crashed down on you, the lack of food in your belly made you lightheaded. It was all you could do not to collapse on stage right there and then.

Breaking character, Bo turned around, his gait returning to his soft, natural state - not the hypermasculine, defensive stance that Ryan took on. “That was great, but um, could you give me a bit more?” 

You faltered for a split second, before nodding slowly, and took a few deep breaths in order to immerse yourself in the role completely. “Ryan please, please just listen to me” you continued, trying desperately to inject more emotion into the words, into your performance.

Bo resumed Ryan’s toxic stance, and continued walking away from you, but briefly turned around as Bo whispered “More!” out of the corner of his mouth.

“We’re fucking done, do you hear me? All this bullshit” Bo paused, “You, pretending that you love me - and me, pretending that you’re all I’ll ever need, all I’ll ever want, practically forcing me into another girl’s arms. Well I’ve had enough of it, I’ve had enough of you, Jess. We’re done”

“Ryan please, I’m-” you paused, willing the tears to begin flowing, your knees dropped to the floor so hard they’d likely be bruised, but your weary mind wouldn’t allow the pain to bleed through your mind - not during the performance, “I’m pregnant”.  

“Give it some more, I know you can do it” Bo’s voice was encouraging, but there was an edge to it now, sharp as a blade.

“Ryan please!” you screamed, “I’m pregnant” you forced the tears from their hiding place, but they felt wrong, premature. A hot blush crept across your cheeks as you felt his gaze settle on your head.

“More!” Bo chanted, his voice heavy with demand.

That’s when you crumbled, “I’m sorry-I-I can’t!!” You screamed, tears now smattering your cheeks and chin with their downpour. 

“Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry” Bo saw through the madness and knelt beside you, “I should’a known better not to push you, especially during an unofficial rehearsal like this, fuck” he swore undreneath his breath again as his palms came to your shoulders.

“Are-are you okay?” he sighed, “To be honest, you’re such a good actor I can barely tell what is acting and what is real, if-if that makes you feel any better” he laughed breathily, and you finally plucked up the courage to look at him instead of the ground.

“I’m-” you breathed “I’ll be okay” you half smiled at him, letting your heartbeat return to normal, and the adrenaline to still its course in your veins.

You both stood up, knees aching from the ground, and you finally made eye contact. His blue eyes searched yours for the truth, before settling on an idea “Will ice cream make it better? Ice cream always makes things better” he sighed with a smile, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, teetering from one foot to the other. 

“Y-yeah, I guess, sorry, I don’t usually get this emotional” you stilled your palm against your roaring chest, feeling your heartbeat finally resembling a normal rhythm.

“N-no it’s good, it’s an incredibly emotional role, and that was exactly the kind of emotion I was looking for but…I feel like I’ve just fucking pulled a Stanley Kubrick on the set of The Shining…or something” he wrenched a hand out of his pocket and pressed it to his face, his expression strained with frustration.  

“N-no, Bo - I’m fine - really I am” you reached out to lower his hand from his face - and it made pinpricks of electricity erupt all over the contact points. You froze again like a deer in the headlights when you realised what you’d done. “I’m sorry” 

His own breath hitched in his throat “No, it’s okay” 

The tension had built between you both like fog on a winter morning, kept you surrounded until neither of you could see anything but one another. He eclipsed everything else, and despite being the only other person in the room, you felt like that may become a permanent feeling - even with the theatre full to the rafters. His other hand reached for yours, circling his fingers around your wrist he lowered both his and your hand down “Is this okay…” his eyes punctuated the question.

“Y-yes” your voice caught on the word, hoarse with the rising atmosphere you had cultivated between you both. His grip loosened a little on your wrist as he filled the gap between you both in one long stride. 

“Is this okay?” He sighed, and you could almost taste the sweet tang of his last coffee on his breath. Words weren’t an option, and you answered his question with your kiss. Your neck unnaturally tilted upward to meet his lumbering height, his lips responded in kind, searching, pulling and pushing, as his hands found the safety of your waist. At this proximity you could smell his scent; deep, woody and faintly floral, noticing that only this close could you breathe it in - it felt intimate, close, like he was wearing it for you and you alone. Startled by his hands, you took a step back, and he followed you gladly, step after step until you’d likely fall off the edge of the world together, and in all honesty - you wouldn’t mind.

Instead, your lower back found the baby grand, an innocent bystander to your tryst - Bo pressed you harder into the piano, and it didn’t budge, didn’t even make a sound against your bodies, quickly becoming entangled against the instrument. Bo’s hand found your hair, gripping into it harshly, before releasing you. He pulled apart from you only briefly as his eyes looked up toward the piano with devilish intent. Separating from you for a moment he made short work of the lid, lowering it quickly and quietly. He turned back to you and bruised your lips with a kiss, before his arms gripped your waist, and with a squeal, he lifted you on to the baby grand.

Childish grins spread between you both as he walked in between your legs, before a dark cloud rolled in over his features. “I-I don’t do this very often, I don’t, uhm” he bowed his head, partly in shame “I don’t have a condom” a blush stained his cheeks as his mouth tilted into a grimace. Normally, you wouldn’t be so reckless, but the thought that if you didn’t have him now - that you never would - just about consumed you entirely. 

“It’s-its okay, you can just pull out” you relented, giving into your urges, so entirely caught up in the moment - in him.

“Is it fucked up, that I wanted you to say that?” he smirked, shades of shame still colouring his expression.

“N-no” you stuttered, as he flashed a dazzling smile up to you, before his hands found new pathways to traverse beneath your waist.

You fought back a heady sigh as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your panties, “Ohshit” He breathed as his fingers parted your folds. “You’re soaked, sweetie” he marvelled - and it pained you to admit how much that little smidge of praise heated you further.

“I-I don’t do this very often, either” you admitted behind your own blush, your voice straining on the final word as Bo sank two fingers deep into you.

“Fuck, that feel good?” you quivered on his fingers - so sublimely thick and long, that your mind wandered to what else may hold such qualities.

“Mmhmm” you nodded, your eyelids threatening to shut out the scene unfolding in front of you. Bo, towering over you even with your hips propped up on the piano - his tongue pressed into his bottom lip in concentration as he finger fucked you on the baby grand. The whole theatre, spread out before you both, completely empty, not a soul to be seen, as you were spread before Bo just as eagerly, he - the only audience to your performance. 

“N-no, tell me how good it feels,” Your eyelids snapped open, to see Bo’s gaze squarely on you, an impish quality to his eyes, the mischievousness he had hidden so well - until now.  Suddenly any vocabulary fell out of your head as he increased his pace. “How about this, then?” His elbow moved back slightly as he changed angle, his wrist crooked, his fingers rocking against the tender spot inside of you, pushing a gasp from your lungs for good measure. “How’s that?” he teased. 

“I-uhhmmmn” you managed, as he slowed it down to a pace that was wholly unsatisfying, your hips straining against the pressure.

“Come on, don’t be shy, I’ve seen how you are with words, why don’t you run that pretty little mouth, huh?” he coaxed, and you turned your head to look away from him - from the entire situation, as you finally found your voice.

“God that feels so fucking good” You blurted out, any thought was knocked out of your mind as you spat out a pure description of how he was making you feel.

“Alright then” he whispered, and cruelly removed his fingers from you. You’re sure you must’ve looked comical, spread on that piano, mouth aghast with his cruel removal of his hand - it was with the last remaining tinge of shame that you didn’t chase his fingers with your lips.

“P-please” you whined, fingertips sliding on the varnished wood behind you, unsure of just how much more teasing you could take. 

He closed in on you, pulling your form against him with one hand - lifting your behind off the piano for but a moment, just long enough to relieve you of your underwear.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” He swiftly undid his jeans button, the tautness of the zipper sliding down by itself did nothing to allay your burgeoning anticipation. Your mouth hung open, and you had to suck in the small pool of saliva that collected there, before it slid down your chin. The grating sound of the zipper sliding open seemed to echo around the theatre, and it was all you could hear as your cunt clenched in anticipation of what was to come. His thumbs found the waistband and pushed gently down, exposing his light grey boxer briefs, and your eye was drawn to the dark patch that bloomed near the apex of his thighs, you felt yourself shiver from within to even look at it. 

You should have known better - the guy was over six and a half feet tall, one of his fingers equalled two of yours - it was a matter of proportion that he’d also have a freakishly large cock. The impending reveal set off a chain reaction of panic that exploded across every inch of your body. You were about to see it unclothed, and in the flesh. Once the jeans and his underwear were around his ankles, you would have done well to have extra support on that piano - because you almost fell off of it. It had been so long since you’d even had sex, nevermind with someone as well endowed as Bo - you swallowed hard, and he must’ve seen the trepidation written all over your face.

“H-hey,” his fingertips came to your chin, pulling up your gaze to his eyes. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m just-just” you glanced down to the bulk of him, standing proud in the gap between you.

“We can stop if you want to,” he breathed, and his cock gave a gentle bob - if almost in agreement. 

Suddenly, with those words on his lips, stopping was the last thing on your mind. You shook your head “no” and pulled him in for a harsh kiss, managing to whisper up against his lips “Just be gentle with me, okay?” 

With a groan, Bo whispered into your mouth “Fuck, okay” 

Your thighs hugged him close, almost through necessity as he lined himself up. You thanked god for artists’ ability to multitask as he slowly bit up your neck - nothing that a good splash of makeup couldn’t cover - plenty of it - actually, as he delivered one particularly bruising nick to the tender flesh of your throat. Teasingly, temptingly, he drew what felt like a figure eight on your throbbing pussy, grazing your clit with one swoop and dipping into your entrance with the next. His other hand found your behind and pinched it for good measure as he braced himself - and you - as he eased inside. Ever thankful for the acoustics, your helpless scream echoed around the theatre, bouncing off the seats, the concession stands and the walls, before making its way back to you - the absence of bodies in the room that would usually soak up the sound, created a gigantic echo chamber. “You sound so fucking pretty, echoing around the room like that” Bo grunted, still not even half way in “But I need you to be louder,” he breathed deep, barely moving “They can’t hear you in the back row” he muttered into your ear as his hips snapped his full length into you - your scream satisfying his request as he stretched your insides out so thoroughly, so harshly.

“That’s better” he praised, sending sharp shoots of pleasure up and down your spine. Sweat coated both of your bodies, even as the air conditioner blew fresh licks on to your exposed skin, you willed it to cool, to feel some semblance of relief. Bo’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ as he gazed down to where your bodies joined, how obscenely full you must’ve looked, stretched to the max, but he only breathed out a puff of air, seemingly in satisfaction, as he brought one hand up to push at your chest. “Lean back, sweetie, you’ll only fall down later, anyways” he smirked, and you heeded his request, letting your elbows sink further into the polished wood - the wet marks where your palms had been aiding in your descent. The new angle tested your every boundary, it felt like he was pushing your internal organs around, so stuffed full of him that with one wrong move - you’d surely burst open. “I-I know I can be a lot…for-for some people” he started, his voice more nasally now than before, more strained. “But I knew when you walked across that stage at your audition, I had a feeling you were something special” one of his hands remained on your hip, his grip not faltering as the other came up to your face. His long, pale fingers gripped your chin, “Look at me while I fuck you, sweetie” 

You did just that as his hand left your face, trailing down your body, lifting up your t-shirt just enough to graze along your nipples - and you thanked past-you for neglecting to put on a bra that morning. Heavy hands made light work, as his fingertips slipped past your belly button and down to your core. His thumb brushed up against your clit, and you tensed at the feeling, tendrils of pleasure wound through your body, emanating from that spot between you both. “P-please” you begged, your body tensed, ready for everything and anything he would give it - fully on the edge.

Starting with slow circles that practically had you bucking up against him, his hips began the dance slowly emptying you, and then - with precise control, filling you once more, his thumb exacting devastatingly precise pressure on that sweet spot. His thumb began to quicken, every pass pushing another sweet moan from your mouth, and sent it echoing around the room. His composure began to falter, the way his hair stuck to his forehead, the feathering of his jaw, all an indication of his restraint.

“P-please, Bo, I’m gonna c-” but you had spoken too late, his thrusts got shorter, more erratic and his thumb must’ve been numb from the movement but you couldn’t think about that, couldn’t think about anything as your orgasm took hold - wrapping you in its warm embrace - the pumping of blood through your ears was the only thing you could hear, the faint cries leaving your lips sounded as if they were in another room - wholly separated, and yet nearby. Your vision returned to seeing Bo panting above you, his hand resting on your pussy, thumb off the throttle for one moment - he scrunched his eyes shut as he saw you come-to, and returned to massaging your clit as he relentlessly pounded into you. “N-no Bo, I can’t-can’t do it”

“Yes you can, sweetie, come on, for me” his words were feather light, but his tone was demanding, and you struggled under the weight of him. Your body bristled with the tension of yet another peak, building rapidly - your hand came to grip Bo’s wrist, still working against you, but instead of removing his hand, you kept it there - every atom in your body was begging for it to stop, the overstimulation too much, but you had never been a quitter. This time you kept your eyes open, willed your vision to remain, to stay present so that you could look at him, feel all of him, every facet. It seemed impossible, almost painful, but he sent you over the precipice once again, and then all of a sudden you were falling, drifting through a second peak much stronger than the last. Clenching so hard on him that he released a strangled moan, and he tried his hardest to fuck you through your second orgasm, the pleasure roiling through your body like a hurricaine - and then he gave in.

Your hand acted before you even had time to realise, as you pushed the fabric of your skirt up and out the way, and he took his cue. He pumped inside you once, twice more, his hips struggled, when finally he pulled out of you - even his massive hand looked small in comparison to what he was working with, as he spilled hot ropes of come on to your stomach. You instinctively sat up, hoping to help with the effort, but he kept his eyes firmly on you, on your heaving chest, your body - spread for him on the piano, as he emptied onto your belly. His face was flushed, contorted with his pleasure, and you before him, doubly thankful for his abundance.

When the white-hot peak subsided, Bo rustled around in his jeans pocket, bunched up around his ankles “Apparently, I don’t carry condoms, but I do carry tissues?” he chuckled under his breath as he ripped one out of the packet and began cleaning you up. “Here, let me-” he scooped you up off the piano, and - more shakily than before, lowered you to the ground. He knelt down as if to retrieve something, and words were stolen from your mouth as he remained on the floor. He found your panties, discarded beneath the piano and looked up at you “One foot” he whispered, sliding the wet lace up one leg, “Other foot” he answered himself as you raised the other foot off the floor to allow him to re-dress you. Astounded by his sweetness, the generosity after the carnality, you laughed out of sheer surprise, and his expression took a downturn. “S-sorry, just thought it’d be nice to-uh-give you a hand” he rose from his knees, slowly surpassing your own height and once again, your neck began to ache from the difference.

“N-no, I wasn’t laughing at you,” you began, shifting from one foot to the next, nervously. “It was lovely, I mean-I know I said I don’t do this” you gestured wildly to yourself, to him, to the room at large  “a lot, but when I have, guys have been, uhm, less than gracious about getting the fuck outta the situation” 

The light flicked back on in Bo’s eyes again, the sweetness returned.  “Do you still wanna go for that ice cream?” he said, the pink blush finally receding from his cheeks.

“I would kill for ice cream, right now, actually” you swept your sweaty bangs from your brow, collecting yourself amidst the fervour that was the last hour - your body sweet but your mind fizzled with electricity, abuzz with possibility, with what your first rehearsal would bring. 

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