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2braincellslz · 1 year

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My Prize

Ship: Corinthian x male!reader

Warnings: Corinthian shit, nothing really.

Desc: yn works at a Burlesque show as a bartender but he envies the girls on the stage. He really wants to be able to do what they do. While hes working, a mysterious blond man makes himself known and makes it clear that he isnt here for the girls.

Notes: I'm so deeply in love with the Corinthian. I'm begging yall, send in The Corinthian requests-

You were working your ass off, filling up order after order. Billy, your co-bartender, had left you for some girl. Probably one of the waiters that also wasnt doing her job. His ass was getting payed for flirting while you were going non-stop.

Any second you would get a brake, you would watched the dancers. Swinging their hips and jumping around like they owned the place. Technically, they did. Everyone came to see them.

You envied their style and glamour. You envied their flirtatious nature. You envied the eyes they got from all the attractive men, then men you could only glance at in passing.

On a lucky day. The owner, Chrissy, would ask you to play in the band if one of the guys was out sick, then you would get a lick of what the girls had.

It wasnt like the girls treated you bad. You were THE bartender they would go to if they had a problem and couldn't find Chrissy or Shawn. Whether it was a costume malfunction or a guy that was getting a little too close or a fight that broke out in the back. They invited you to activities too. Last week, they all took a poll dancing class and invited you. Whenever they would got out for pizza or sushi after work, they would invite you. Sometimes, they would try and hook you up with one of the big rollers that would come in. Saying "you deserve someone that will treat you like a prince." Never worked out but you appreciated their efforts.

"Excuse me." You herd a voice speak over the loud music and chatter of the people.

You turned around and there standing infront of you was another example of something you could look at but never thouch. Kinda ironic for the place you worked at.

The man was tall, blond hair, warm brown stylish clothes, a smile that could talk him in to everything, dark sunglasses. How could he see anything right now?

"What do you recommend?" The man leaned forward, forearms resting on the counter.

"Shots of patrons are always very popular. So are Martinis."

"I'll have a martini then."

You hummed in approve as you pulled out a martini glass and started making the mystery man a drink.

"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing working in the back and not up there?" He asked, pointing to the stage.

You had herd that one before.

"Listen, if you are trying to get cheap drinks, you cant talk your way in to it." You smiled, not even looking up from the drink. You couldn't say his comment didnt nothing for you though. A blush creeped up on your face along with a bit of hope that was quickly shoved down.

"Who said I was trying to get cheap drinks, darlin'"

You couldn't help but cough out a suprised laugh, chewing on your lip.

"Right, because any guy like you would be hitting on a guy that works behind a bar with more eyeliner on then most of the girls because you want something other then free drinks." You smiled to hopefully lessen the tension of your mini rant.

"I'm guessing you get a lot of guys flirting for free drinks?"

"More then you would expect." You slid him his drink.

"And how do you know they are only here for drinks and not to talk with a cute boy?" He hummed, sipping his drink.

"Because they leave after they get their drink."

You and the mystery man stared at eachother. You were waiting for his to prove you right. You were waiting for him to leave the stool chair and go back to whatever date he brought here. Yet, he didnt. Maybe he wanted to prove you wrong.

"I havent left yet."

"So you haven't. Would you like a reward?"

The man laughed and you cursed yourself for letting butterfly's fill your chest.

"Reward would be nice. What do you have to offer? A free drink?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Not a chance. But if you stick around long enough, I'll give you a prize. And no, it's not a free drink."

"Alright, that type of prize then?" He finished off the drink.

"Depends."

Then came the next wave of orders. As you worked, filling up the different trays, you half expected the handsome man to leave. It was boring here. More boring then watching the show. But to your suprise, when you were done, he was still there.

You shighed and went back to the man.

"You look great in that outfit. It complements your eyes."

"Oh, thank you." You chuckled, whipping down one of the glasses and placing it with the others. "Not as good as them."

The man swiveled in the chair, turning to look at the dancers. "Are you interested in one of them?"

"No, I dont exactly swing that way."

"You want to be up there, then."

You didnt say anything but you could tell he knew. It was obvious by the way you stared in awe at the girls. Someone who didnt know would probably think you wanted a piece of one of them.

"Have you ever thought of auditioning?"

"I wouldn't be able to do what they do. I would just be a backup dancer for the true stars."

He hummed, turning back to you. "Well, I think, the best view in the place is you."

You looked back at the guy, laughing off his comment. "We may not have any windows but we do have the best view in Hollywood."

"I never got your name, pretty boy."

"Y/n"

"Corinthian."

Corinthian. That sounded oddly familiar but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"Its nice to put a name to a pretty face." You smiled, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, I could say the same for you." His confidence never wavered. Its was very hot. It brought a stronger blush to your face.

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The club was emptying out. The last patrons were emptying out. And the blond man was still keeping you company.

"I stayed the whole time." He said, getting up and grabbing his jacket that he shead some time during yalls conversation. "Wheres my prize?"

"I was just joking about that." You chuckled. "But what do you want."

"Leaning over the counter and close your eyes."

You did as he said. You knew what was coming. It was kinda obvious. And you were right.

A quick kiss was pressed to your lips. It was too short. After all this time you spent with the charmer one small kiss was not enough to feed your need for him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He hummed and he left.

You shighed and glanced over, seeing all the dancers staring in awe.

"YN! " one of the girls practically screamed, running over and hugging you over the counter.

"And I thought you were a lost cause." Another girl smiled.

"I owe Chrissy 30 bucks."

"It was a quick kiss!" You defended yourself but god, did you hope the blond man had more in store for you.

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totalspiffage · 1 year

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Big men are so sexy ugh I love them so much

#i just came back from a male burlesque show and jfc so hot #even the humorous performance were sexy ok like god

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principiumindividuationis777 · 4 months

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#Montreal #mature woman #flirting #male burlesque #male body positivity #nightclub #photography

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geminimxr · 10 months

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Had fun dancing and talking off my clothes to kpop. If you want see the full video coming soon go check out my links to sub to. Maybe I’ll do a live naked dance party one of these day but you have to subscribe an then tell me you want to see it live.

#queer #trans masc #burlesque #trans #dancing #dirty dancing #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hot as fuck #hot male

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greededling · 3 months

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it was a good day!!

#went to a burlesque show tonight it was really fun #this is how i know i like men #cheering and whooping and having a great time when the women were all taking off their outfits #altered brain chemistry when the male performer ended his set in a leather harness #i fucking love men so much i want to cry #like the women were fun but holyyyy shitttt men #mennnnn #men 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕🤧💕💕💕

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c-nstantine · 5 months

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Fell in Love with a Stripper

Description: Steve Rogers x black!stripper reader, Tony takes Steve to a strip club

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: allusions to sex, she's a stripper, a dash of racism from American polls (what's new?)

Steve wasn't sure why he let Tony continue to pick the group bonding activities. The first time was ziplining, then a glamping nature retreat, and now Tony had picked a strip club. Steve Rogers is a grown man but sometimes you don't want to be at a strip club with a bunch of people you work with even though they are your closest friends.

"Tony, I don't think this is-" Steve began to explain. He was more worried about how they were going to explain on the news that Earth's Mightiest Heroes were in a shady strip club because that was just so great for optics.

"Nope, we're going in and you, my friend, are going to enjoy it," Tony grabbed Steve by the shoulder and ushered him into the club. Natasha was leaning against the bar sweet talking to the bartender. Bruce was gripping the seat of the chair as he received a lapdance. Clint and Thor were lucky because their partners didn't let them out of the house for this little adventure.

"Wow," Now, Steve had snuck into gentlemen's clubs back in the day and he had seen his fair share of burlesque shows but it's safe to say that they had come a long way since the 1940s. This was the first time that he had been in a modern strip club. The dark haze and the neon lights were distracting a little but his eyes quickly adjusted.

"Pick your jaw off the floor," Tony said sitting him down in the middle of the club. Tony smiled at the waitress who had brought them drinks. It's not like Steve could get drunk anyway.

"What if it gets to the news?" Steve asked his eyes were trying to be respectful but it's hard when there is so much ass in one place.

"Don't worry, I've rented out the place for the night and everyone here has signed NDAs." Tony has thought about this a lot. He thought about it so much that he planned every aspect of the night so nothing could go wrong.

"Does Pepper know you're here?" Steve asked, remembering that Tony was married now. He also has a child. Shouldn't Tony be at home with his family?

"She's at a male strip club," Tony said taking a full swig of his drink.

"Yeah, that track," Steve's eye caught one of the strippers walking by. His eyes trailed her body up and down as her thighs jiggled with each step. Her breasts bounced freely as the clothing she was wearing only really covered her nipples. The butt-length blonde butterfly locs only added to the attraction for Steve.

"Cupcake, this is my friend Steve. Show him a good time," Tony said with a bright smile.

"Of course, Mr. Stark," 'Cupcake' giggled as she led Steve down a dark hall. Steve turned to glare at Tony before his eyes noticed a tattoo down the spine of her back.

Music filled the backroom and there was little light outside of the neon strips that ran from corner to corner. The strips of neon changed colors but Steve's focus was entirely on 'Cupcake's' body.

"Captain Rogers," 'Cupcake' spoke seductively in his ear.

"Mhm," Steve was known to be a man with great resolve but that was crumbling with every second that he was in that room with her. He tried his best to tear his eyes away from her face and succeeded in only having them land on her ample cleavage.

"Do I make you nervous?" She whispered as her hands ran up and down her body. If Steve looked hard enough, he could make out the outline of her nipples.

"Mhm," Steve couldn't form words with the amount of discomfort that he was feeling in his pants. She straddled his lap and he was sure she could feel his dick pulsing between her thighs.

"Look at me, baby. You have such pretty eyes," Acrylic nails grabbed his chin and adjusted his head so that he was looking her directly in the eye and she smiled.

"Thank you, Cupcake," Steve's body stiffened and he was scared to cross a boundary but she was grinding into his lap. Every movement had his dick standing at attention.

"Normally, the customers aren't allowed to touch but I think I can make an exception for Captain America," She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist. Steve gave a small squeeze to her flesh before removing them.

"I don't think that'd b-" He tried to be diplomatic but who needs diplomacy in a strip club? His face was flushed with a bright tinge of red.

"You don't want to touch me, Steve?" She pouted ever so slightly. Once again his hands were placed on his waist as she ground onto his lap. He grew more and more brave and began to let his hands wander her body. He traced the curve of her ass to the swell of her breast. He noticed when her breath hitched as he grazed her nipples.

"What time do you get off?" He asked as the music ended and she got off of his lap.

The two sat in some shitty diner on the corner of the street. It was terribly lit and it was borderline a hazard to eat there. At least the food was good. 'Cupcake' was no longer in her revealing clothing but rather was in a pair of loose sweats and an oversized hoodie. Her makeup was wiped off and her hair was pulled back but Steve was entranced as ever.

"Normally, when guys ask me what time I get off it's so they can have sex with me," She said taking a few sips of her soda. Her eyes watched his movements very carefully. She couldn't quite figure his reasoning out and she didn't like it.

"Well, most guys aren't supersoldiers from the '40s, are they?" Steve said with a shrug and began to munch on his fries.

"Touche and you're a lot bolder when I'm fully dressed," Steve shifted uncomfortably when he remembered what was under her sweats. He remembered what it felt like to have her breath on his neck and her thighs around his waist.

"I want to go on a date with you," He admitted shamelessly.

"With all due respect, Captain America, I don't need saving. Don't be Captiain-Save-A-Hoe I'm perfectly content with my job and my life." She explained. Many times men had 'fallen in love' with her but only wanted to change her into something that she was not. She enjoyed her career and it was her passion.

"Now, I didn't say anything about changing your profession. I don't want to change you, I just want to get to know you," Something about Steve was so honest that she believed him.

"Okay, my name is Y/N," She said reaching out her hand for him to grasp.

"I'm Steve," He said bringing her hand to his lips.

It had been about three months since that night. Steve had managed to keep things between Y/N and him relatively quiet. The two had fallen into a routine that allowed them to be together without raising too many alarms. Steve got used to the long hours and mostly communicated through text messages. However, when the two of them did get together their conversations would last for literal hours. He had accidentally spent the night at her apartment a few times, well enough for him to have his own drawer. Occasionally, he'd notice on facetime when she would wear one of his shirts. It had been clear to the two of them that they were dating but no one else knew.

"When I took him to a strip club, I didn't think he was going to start dating a stripper," Tony tried to justify his role in all of this. He had JARVIS playing Fell in Love with a Stripper by T-Pain on repeat since the story broke this morning.

"Why were you four at a strip club in the first place?" The publicist asked looking between the members of the Avengers.

"Well, Thor was supposed to come but Jane wouldn't let him," Tony once again gave the answer.

"That doesn't-. Captain Rogers, sir, you have two options: either your girlfriend quits her job or you break up with her," The publicist directed this statement directly to Steve to avoid Tony butting in.

"Why?" Steve asked. He promised Y/N he wouldn't try to change her and to be honest, he didn't want to.

"Well, see the public generally wouldn't like to see Captain America with a stripper let alon-. I'll stop talking now," The publicist said with widening eyes realizing what they were beginning to say.

"Let alone a what?" Steve leaned forward and used a commanding tone. Tony looked at him a little surprised that his normally calm demeanor was broken. He must really like her he thought to himself and made a mental note to do a background check on her.

"To put it lightly most of America isn't happy that you're dating a black woman," The publicist tried to put her words lightly. The polls of certain demographics were indeed less than thrilled to hear their beloved American hero was dating a black woman.

"I really don't care. I date who I want," Steve wasn't wrong. He was a hero and his job was to save the day. He didn't really sign up for all of the work of having a public life.

"Okay, then you have to formally introduce her as your girlfriend. I can line up an entire press junket and make it a love story," The publicist was close to pulling her own hair out but remained calm with deep breaths.

"If that's what she wants to do, then I'll do it," Steve wouldn't force her but he knew the conversation that needed to be had would be a long and difficult one.

part 2??????

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x black!reader #captain america x reader #captain america x black!reader #marvel x black!reader

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leighsartworks216 · 5 months

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The Burlesque Boutique

Astarion x gn/fem!Tav/Reader

Based on this art by @marbledgummi

I could not resist

There are two versions of this fic. Read the male/AMAB version here

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: explicit smut, crying, orgasm denial, swearing, one reference to past trauma, pegging

Word Count: 2,619

Main Masterlist

First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

AO3

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“Dove?”

Astarion poked his head into the study. You were hunched over the desk on your side of the room, hands working away at something. The other half of the room (his half) was cluttered with sewing and jewelry supplies, half-made dresses and suits, and a stack of pillows for when he wanted to take a nap without straying too far from you. He never really imagined settling down, owning a house, but now he couldn’t imagine it being any other way.

“Did you order something from,” he glances at the box in his hand, “the ‘Burlesque Boutique’, by any chance?”

“No,” you answered. You look up from your project with a quirked brow. “Why?”

His mouth opens, about to explain. But then a wicked little idea curled around his brainstem, crooking a finger at him and tempting him toward mischief. Instead, he smiled in that way that showed he was planning something. You raise your brows higher at him. “No reason, darling.”

“Mhm.” You turn back to your work. “Don’t catch anything on fire.”

He scoffs, shouting back as he pads down the rest of the hall to the bedroom. “It was one time!” He heard you chuckle in response.

The box wasn’t big - a foot or so wide and rectangular. It also wasn’t much to look at, despite the shop’s name in script on the top suggesting something racy or scandalous. He flipped it over a few times, but there was no name. The mail carrier must have delivered it to the wrong house, or it was a lame prank from some teens.

He sighed. He really hoped it was something more than that.

He cut the silky red ribbon holding it shut with a knife he kept in his bedside table. He almost considered saving it. If the rest of this turned out to be a bust, at least he could tie your hands up with this. But the rope he had for such an act was much softer, and quite a bit stronger. So he dropped it carelessly to the side and lifted the lid.

He chuckled, delighted and utterly amused as he unfolded the tissue paper and revealed a set of pink and white lingerie. The top was a sheer negligee with thin straps and a little bow that would rest prettily between a pair of breasts. Long, white stockings were folded beneath it, with a matching garter belt to keep them up.

Oh, this was… He could just picture you wearing it, all dolled up just for him.

And then the thought turned back on him.

What if he got all dolled up for you? He wasn’t a stranger to wearing feminine clothing - you’d particularly enjoyed him in the Wavemother’s robe. Testing the thought, he lifted the negligee by the straps and held it up to his chest. It looked like it would fit…

He started to lower it back into the box when something else caught his eye. He placed it on the bed instead and moved the stocking out of the way and- Oh. Oh gods. A pretty pair of panties hidden at the bottom of the box, the same pink as the negligee and with a little ribbon of its own.

Now, how could he resist?

You didn’t jump when arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind, so used to Astarion’s habit of sneaking up just for affection. He pressed like kisses to the side of your neck as he peered over your shoulder.

Your hands worked diligently on your project. Astarion pressed another kiss just below your ear, where he whispered, “Can you spare a moment, darling? I wish to show you something.”

You hum, taking in his words but too focused to answer. Once you find a good moment to stop, you set everything down and turn your head to look at him. “What is it, star?”

He grins deviously as he captures your lips, cupping your cheek and keeping you in place. He’d hate to spoil the surprise.

He doesn’t pull away as he sidles around your chair. You sigh quietly into his mouth when he parts your lips with his tongue. The sound alone makes his cock twitch, pressed tightly against the lace of the panties that keep it in place. He groans quietly.

Dexterous as ever, he sits himself on your lap easily, straddling your legs. You automatically reach up to support him, hands landing on his hips to keep him from sliding off, but then your eyes shoot open.

He’s smirking when you pull away with wide eyes as you lean back to take him in. You can’t get enough. Your eyes trail all down his body, looking at his chest and stomach through the sheer pink negligee. The garter belt hugs his waist, straps reach down his thighs to hold onto the tall stockings. The matching lace panties, bulging with his growing erection. A pretty silk ribbon is tied around his neck, just below his Adam’s apple.

You look up at him in awe, all flushed with dilating pupils. “Where did you get this?”

“Somebody left a package at the door,” he explains, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You immediately give in to the attention, tilting your head to the side as you grip his thigh and tangle your fingers in his hair. “No name, no address. I expected a prank, but the temptation was too good to miss.”

He nipped at your pulse and you groaned. “Speaking of temptation.” You tugged at his hair, pulling him away from your neck. A little harder than strictly necessary, but he just grinned as his head was tipped back with the pressure. The ribbon strained against his throat. “Gods, how should I have you?”

“In any way you please, my love.”

You smirk up at him. “In any way?” You tug at his hair again, drawing a grunt of pleasure from your lover. His Adam’s apple bobbed, fully exposed and prominent. You release his hair and slide your hand to his throat. He watches through lidded eyes. With deft fingers, you pull at one end of the ribbon, and it comes apart, falling from his neck. You tap his thigh. “Get up.”

He gives you an uncertain look, almost a frown, but he complies. You stand and push him back until his ass hits the edge of the desk. He blindly reaches behind him to push your stuff back carelessly. You’re too entranced with him and the lewd images racing through your mind to care.

You grab his hip and push lightly, telling him without words what you wanted him to do. He lifts himself onto the edge. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Good boy.”

You step back to take him all in. Such a pretty little thing, all dressed up in someone else’s lingerie just for you.

You don’t take your eyes off his as you kneel down before him. The sight of you on your knees, face so close to his aching cock, sends a thrill down his spine. He grips onto the edge of the desk to retain some self-control.

You hold onto his legs as you begin trailing kisses along them. You kiss a line from his knee, up along the stocking, until you finally reach skin. There, you nip at the soft flesh. Closer and closer to where he needs you.

He groans above you. “You’re going to kill me at this rate,” he whines.

You grin against his skin, but don’t immediately act to provide him any relief. Instead, you kiss and bite your way to the edge of the panties. And, devil that you are, you kiss over the bulge. It twitches under your lips as Astarion hisses. You lick a stripe against it and he tenses with a strangled moan.

“Gods, please,” he begs, voice airy. “Too tight. Too tight.”

Mercifully, you pull the lace down, freeing him from his prison and tucking it under his balls. His dick was hard and sensitive. A small bead of precum already shined at the head.

“Desperate?” you tease.

He glares down at you. “Excited,” he corrects sharply. “To have your pretty little mouth around me.”

You hum, studying his dick. The longer you did nothing, the more it strained, eager to be touched, tasted, teased. You press a little kiss at the head, kitten-licking the precum away as his hips buck for more.

And then you stand. He whines.

“Bedroom. I want to take you properly.”

He wastes no time, leaping up from his seat and rushing to the bedroom. You follow after, leisurely. He sits at the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the covers to stop from touching himself. You walk around to your bedside table. “Lay down.”

His eyes never stray from you as he crawls back to the center of the bed. He swallows excitedly as you pull out a small container of oil and your strap-on. You had it specially made - everything the strap feels, you can feel, as though it is an extension of your own body.

Truth be told, Astarion doesn’t bottom very often. It can bring back bad memories, of being used, but he enjoys this immensely, and he can’t wait to be fucked by you.

You kneel by him and lean down to kiss him. It’s hot and eager, Astarion nipping and sucking as he tries to distract himself. Your hand finds his inner thigh and his hips jerk to find friction. You don’t provide him any, of course.

You pull away to kiss his neck, massaging his thigh and hip as you mark him up. “Such a good boy,” you whisper into his skin. He whines, pressing his head back into the bed. He loves your praise.

His cock is weeping and red with need when you pull away. You stand and make your way to the foot of the bed. “Back or stomach?”

Gods, thinking about either makes him keen. He has to bite his lip to form a coherent thought. “Stomach.”

“Flip over.”

He does immediately. He gets on his hands and knees, back arching in anticipation. His cock dribbles onto the sheets, but neither of you can care in this moment.

He feels the bed shift as you climb back on behind him. He tries to look back, to see what you’re doing. It’s futile. All he knows is he needs to be touched so fucking bad. It consumes his entire mind.

You slide the panties down until it’s bridging between his thighs, unable to be fully removed with the garter belt holding up the stockings. You caress one of his ass cheeks, pulling it to the side to reveal his tight asshole. You bite the other cheek, quite hard, enough to leave a slight imprint of your teeth. He lowers down to his elbows so he can press his face in his arms.

“Good?” you ask, pressing a light kiss over the reddening mark.

He nods frantically. “Don’t stop,” he whimpers.

Your hand leaves him for a moment, but he can hear the sound of the oil bottle opening. You slick your fingers and spread his cheeks once more. He can’t help the keening moan that erupts from his mouth when you rub and prod at his entrance. He tries to rock back into your fingers, to fuck himself on them, but you hold him in place.

You take your time to gently stretch him, adding one finger at a time and never going deep enough. At one point, you push your fingers as deep as they can go and he sobs into his arms.

When you think he’s ready, you slick your strap with more oil, sitting up on your knees and grabbing onto his hips with both hands. He’s a mess, pressing into you against his will. He needs you inside him.

You coo sweetly to him. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ve got you. You’re so pretty like this.” You line up your strap with his asshole and slowly, so fucking slowly, push in. He groans and keens and makes all sorts of lovely noises. He grips at the bedsheets and squirms slightly as you fill him. “So fucking gorgeous. My good boy. So good.”

You still when your hips are flush with his ass. He whines and tries to press back again, but there’s nothing more to take. He is completely full of your cock.

You roll your hips and he gasps, babbling to beg you to move, to fuck him. You shush him as you slowly pull your strap almost all the way out, and press in again. There’s less resistance each time, until you can set a good pace without hurting him.

He moans and whines your name, gasping when you sharply thrust into him. The negligee slips down his body with the rocking motion until it pools around his chest and bunches at his shoulder blades.

“You look so good in pink, baby,” you tell him. You lean over his back and press loving kisses on his neck and shoulders. He turns his head to try looking at you, to try to say something playful. But he can’t open his eyes, and none of his words come out as words. “You’re being so good for me, pretty boy. I’ll take care of you.”

You sit back up and grab his hips tighter, pulling them toward you with each thrust. He cries out as you pound into him, speeding up as you feel your own orgasm approaching. Your movements become sloppy and lose the rhythm, but you only fuck him harder and faster to compensate. You can tell he’s close. He gasps breathlessly against the covers, hips rocking for friction against the air. He’s so fucking close.

You lift a leg to be effectively kneeling behind him. It changes the angle just enough that you rub against his prostate with each thrust. He moans loudly, the sound choking in his throat and coming out as a desperate whine. He doesn’t last.

A few more thrusts and his orgasm tears through him. He cums hard, body trembling and cock twitching as he finally finds the release he longed for, without hardly being touched.

His asshole clenches around you, squeezing your strap with each spurt of cum. You don’t stop fucking him until you orgasm, buried deep inside his ass. You’re both panting, whimpering messes as your legs tremble, as he stains the blankets and coats his stomach. The negligee is just barely out of reach, unstained by just a hair.

When you’re both spent, you sit there a moment, catching your breath. You slowly ease out of him. He whimpers softly, but sighs contently once the pressure is gone. His legs are unsteady, hands merely resting on the blankets instead of clutching for dear life.

You get up from the bed and go to the side to help him roll over and lay on his back without laying in his own spend. He clumsily finds your hand where you held his waist and holds it.

“Good?” you ask again. You push his matted curls from his forehead and kiss his brow. He nods against your lips. He still can’t quite find his words. You kiss his cheek. “Bath?”

He nods again, but holds tighter to your hand when you try to pull away. “Not yet,” he mumbles. He draws your hand up to his face, holding it to his cheek as he leans into it with a quiet sigh.

You press your head to his, kissing his temple and the length of his ear tenderly. “Take your time, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

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