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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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all my wishes • portgas d. ace

synopsis: a lost bet, two rambunctious firefighters and an unforgettable birthday full of surprises all transpire when you decide to give your boss the ultimate gift!

content + themes: firefighter ace + reader (black coded but no heavy descriptors), fluff to smut, LOTS of humor, alcohol use, food play, finger sucking, reader spoiling ace, nipple play, so many themes bc they are whores (they talk so dirty to each other 😫) squirting, daddy’s used, spit kink, sweet ending

word count: 7.7K

📝: this started out as a small lil’ drabble but then I remembered that my baby’s birthday was LITERALLY today so I started another insane piece with my other hyperfixation and the #2 ship in the Cherry Cinematic Universe™. I hope y’all enjoy them as much as I do! 🫶🏾 (also, this is coming late becatse when I set my mind to getting something done, it will be done. I don’t give a damn how long it takes and this may the last big piece I get to write for a while so I’m enjoying it!)

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding!”

“But (y/nnnnn)! You promised! C’mon, you lost so you have to do it. You can’t go back on your word.”

“No, Luffy! Matter of fact, hell no! You know I never would’ve agreed if this was what you were going to pull. I can’t believe you set me up like this..”

The dining table set in the center of company eight’s firehouse had become the scene where quite the interesting debate was transpiring. What began as a normal conversation had quickly escalated to quite the debacle. In about a week or so, a member of your small yet close knit crew would be celebrating a very important occasion..one that everyone was looking to make absolutely unforgettable..everyone except you that was!

“But it’ll mean a lot to him. Especially if it’s from you, I mean you’re practically his wife—“ “take it back and don’t ever say something like that ever again.”

shooting him quite the menacing glare with your arms folded over your chest. Luffy was the younger brother to the vice fire chief and your secret not-so-secret fling, Portgas D. Ace, affectionately known as Ace around the community. That shaggy black top and dotted freckles splattered across his devilishly handsome face that had captivated the heart of any woman who’d been so lucky to be graced with that heartwarming smile. However, that suave charm and boyish features didn’t sway you one bit. At least that’s what you let on to everyone else. See, just like your coworkers, his baby brother was no stranger to the proverbial game of cat and mouse the two of you had been engaged in. There were many times where he’d find himself crashing at his brother’s apartment and find himself on the receiving end of your conversations. Late night calls and visits because you obviously couldn’t get enough of each other. Contacting him under the guise of fighting only to end up settling matters in a different and much more salacious way. Not to mention, in your absence, Ace had spoken quite fondly of you to both Luffy and your own adoptive brother, Usopp. Talking about how insane yet entertaining you were..which was the sole reason for this whole ordeal! See, during a routine training session, Luffy had stopped by to watch on his day off and it was during this time, he spotted an exercise that tickled his fancy..it was whilst he was there, he divulged the idea to both Zoro and Sanji about giving his big brother a surprise birthday party but as everyone knew, Ace wasn’t too particularly keen on celebrating such an occasion. Hell, even the fire chief, ‘Smoker’ and his fellow fire college graduate and good friend Marco were in on the gig. Sure, he made the firehouse lively on a daily basis and when it was time to turn up for any other event, he was the guy you wanted there but when this day came around? He’d ignore it. It was mainly due in part to him never wanting to place emphasis on himself. Ace was selfless in nature and only thought of others. So they hoped that although the two of you had your differences in the past, you’d set them aside for at least one day and grant him the night of his life. But you refused…not only would that arrogant son of a bitch never let you live it down that you did something nice for him but he may not even like it. You’d rather him bring in his special day surrounded by his actual friends. “That’s so fucking stupid!” It was all Luffy could think as he let out a hysterical laugh. Because he knew as well as anyone, Ace wouldn’t want to spend his birthday with anyone other than his precious little rookie! “My brother’s crazy about you, big sis (y/n).” So he placed a nice little wager, unsuspecting to you as he cleaned the truck..

“Let’s see who can do the rope climb and foot race the fastest. If I win, you’ll have to do something for me. And you win, I’ll do whatever you want. Sounds good?!” So with that cheeky grin and precious demeanor, you indulged him. With that, the bet commenced and Luffy challenged you. They knew you were quite the tough nut to crack but if anybody, even with no prior experience, could defeat you..it was Luffy! That hyperactivity and determination proved to be of use. So when he won by only a hair’s breadth, it was a no brainer what he’d choose! Which brought you to this exact moment..

“I don’t know why you’re wasting your breath, Luffy. She’s just going to pitch a fit, pretend she hates him and then have her tongue down his throat later on. It’s no use.”

The snarky comment coming from none other than the foul mouthed, hot headed gym rat of the crew, Zoro. The two of you shared quite the close bond because although he was highly sarcastic, he adored you like that of a sister. Not only that, he was dating your childhood best friend, Janelle. Who was equally yoked with him as a former Marine sergeant and fellow athlete. He’d constantly take jabs at the fact that you tried to wear this tough exterior even though you were a huge softy. “Shut the hell up, Zoro. Like I said, even if I was to plan his party, who’s to say he’d show up or want to be there anyways? You know how he is. C’mon y’all, please don’t make me do this.”

groaning in a loud huff as your head fell back, you’d release a deep sigh as well.

“Trust me, (y/n). I don’t like it anymore than you do..” just then, the resident cook and quintessential pervert, masquerading as a loverboy, Sanji interjected into the conversation. Causing an eye roll and deep groans of ‘here he goes’ “..seeing my beloved sweet with another man? It breaks my heart. But he deserves this. He’s always been so thoughtful of everybody else, never even taking time to deal with his own problems. If it was left up to him, his dumbass would just sleep through the day after drinking his weight in booze. I know you guys have your differences but I don’t think it’d mean more to him if anyone else did this. So please..will you make his birthday special?”

how could you possibly say no when they all looked so damn pathetic?!

“She’s only scared she might actually enjoy herself. I don’t think we need to worry. Even if she says she can’t stand him, (y/n) will never be able to live with herself if she did something half assed. Being an overachiever trumps her being a hater so it’ll be fine.” Scoffing as you donned him with a middle finger. But he wasn’t wrong. Nonetheless, you’d lost the bet fair and square so you had to see it through either way.

“..fine, I’ll do it. But don’t get mad at me when he doesn’t show up. Can’t say I didn’t try.”

it was all they could hope for at this point so they’d leave the daunting task in your capable hands. Little did they know, it was the best idea any of them would have made!

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a couple days had elapsed since the dilemma of your boss’ birthday came about and unfortunately, only one remained before his twenty eighth trip around the sun would arrive. Luffy divulged the fact that he probably had a mile long list of things he wanted to do but would never say them out loud. You had been using what little free time you had acquired to research and plan out somewhat of an itinerary to fill his twenty four hours with nothing but enjoyable activities. In your time together, when you weren’t at each other’s throats, you’d learn a few things about him. Including his love for nature. He loved hiking, camping, discovering the unknown which made perfect sense, considering the profession you were in. Ace also had an affinity for dancing so you looked up a few spots that had a more casual atmosphere rather than some stuffy five star establishment. Ace may have had quite the flamboyant personality at times but he didn’t do the pompous waiters and over priced appetizers. So you opted for a Latin fusion lounge instead. Where they’d feature a live DJ and you guys could dance whilst consuming delicious food and drinks. A good compromise, finally, you’d end the evening at a hotel where needless to say, the real fun would begin! You’d also acquire quite the stockpile of gifts. With everything from his favorite cologne to some new Nikes he’d been raving about along with some fishing equipment. Just an assortment of his favorite things. It was obvious that you’d put a lot of time and devotion into this. Although no one could tell if you genuinely wanted to or if this was merely another assignment you’d complete to fruition, they sincerely hoped he liked it all!

“Hey lovebug. Need some help?”

it was around ten pm when you’d finally glare at the corner of your laptop and notice the time. It was New Years Eve and when most would be out celebrating, as always, you and your sisters doubling as roommates were inside..partaking in moderate drinking and cheesy movie viewings. Robin, who’d just entered from her bedroom sporting purple negligee, matching robe as she brandished a wine glass. Such a woman of elegance and always did things with grace. If anyone would know how to put something like this together, it’d be her.

“Hey mama. I’m just trying to finish up this plan. God, who knew doing something for a man would be so exhausting..” which elicited a laugh from her. As you tapped away at your keyboard, navigating your touchscreen with the swipe of a finger, she’d take a seat next to you. “You must really like him.” Quite obviously that was the last thing you wanted to hear! The thought of actually liking Ace beyond a physical level? It made you want to chuck yourself from a window! But the truth was, you had grown fond of him. It just seemed as if everytime you wanted to get closer to him or feel an ounce of something other than pure hatred, he comes in with some snide remark or a low blow. Not to mention, he didn’t exactly strike you as the type to be monogamous and exclusive to one woman. Firefighters were notorious for infidelity and that asshole constantly bragged about his conquests. Although you couldn’t take him seriously half the time. A real, true healthy relationship would be all but impossible with him. It was a tug of war with this man and you were exhausted from playing. You’d been hurt before and you didn’t want to experience that pain again.

“And what would make you say such a horrible thing like that, Robin?” “That lovely little pile of gifts you hauled in here the other day and the fact that you’ve been at this for almost a week. Putting all of this time and effort into planning a birthday? I don’t think you’d do that for just anyone. Even if it was just a bet..” affirming with a sip of wine. She had a point but you weren’t exactly going to admit it either..

“Yeah, well the only thing I want to give him is a goddamn knuckle sandwich with a side of fruit punch.” A comment that nearly made her spit up her fresh sip from laughter. She could see through you like a pane of glass! It was blatantly obvious just how much you adored this guy and although it wasn’t the typical bond for budding lovers, they were mutual if nothing else. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think he truly feels ill will towards you. The exact opposite honestly. If anything, I think it comes from a place of adoration. He’s obviously quite fond of you, otherwise, he wouldn’t be on your case as much. I think what you’re doing for him is going to mean far more than some overly lavish party with a bunch of people. I don’t know him very well and please feel free to correct me but…he seems like a genuinely good guy. A little misguided sometimes but he has a good heart, ya’ know? The way he rushed over to comfort you, even though his own eyes looked exhausted? He seems like he just needs someone to take care of him for once.”

you hated more than nothing else that Robin was always right! Maybe it was a bit selfish of you to not consider how he’d felt. There was obviously a reason he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday. It had been a sore subject one way or another so it was your job to give him a reason to enjoy it again. And you could lie to yourself but deep down, you wanted to see this through as well. Not just to clear the debt but to see him genuinely happy. Smiling and laughing for himself..not just to cheer up others. “Jesus, it’s hard being friends with a doctor. They always know what they’re talking about.” Sending Robin into a fit of chuckles yet again. “Well honey, even all of these degrees can’t solve matters of the heart. Trust me, I know the feeling of loneliness all too well and he’s certainly in need of someone to let him know he has a place in this world and his day of birth is not something to feel ashamed of.”

Just then, you’d hear the front door creak open and you were promptly joined by Nami and her longtime partner, Vivi who were both looking to interrupt the conversation. They had just returned from the store to retrieve your libations for the evening. “Mind if we join you ladies?” Brandishing two bottles of champagne, beelining for the kitchen to grab glasses. “It’s almost new years, girls. Let’s party!” The cavalry had arrived and it was time to set this aside and let loose. Tomorrow, you’d be celebrating for an entirely different reason and you hoped that he would share the enthusiasm someday.

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6:00PM, January 1st

“Jesus, rookie. Do you have molasses in your ass or something? I swear you take forever to get ready.”

an agitated voice rang out through the bathroom door of the hotel suite where you had been residing for the day. A king size bed positioned in the center, surrounded by clothing you’d strewn aside. Luckily, you’d tipped the housekeeping staff generously to not only spruce it up but to have it prepared when you returned from dinner. It would be the final touch on what was shaping up to become the ideal birthday. Aside from his obligatory smartass remarks, Ace really seemed to be having a good time. Even if you could sense his reservations to enjoy himself..everything had been a success so far. See, you had begun the day bright and early, five am to be precise; setting the trap for this illustrious surprise. You texted him under the guise of wanting to meet up for a morning hike, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, as it wasn’t uncommon for you two to train together. But strictly professional, mainly because Zoro’s freakishly strenuous training would kill you and Sanji wouldn’t be able to contain himself watching your tits jiggle whilst you ran. You told him to bring his gear, which he did so..you guys met up at your usual spot, the entranceway to Twin Flames Peak and began the trek up the canyon . Although he was making his usual comments, you could tell his mood was a bit more somber than usual. He sucked at hiding his emotions, that much was apparent. But you only sensed so because you were alike in that regard and so many others. Finally, you made it up to the top. But it was there that with your back facing him, you’d place your hands to your hips and laugh, making him fear you were about to do something heinous.

“Would you stop being so damn sad? It’s your birthday for god’s sake, at least smile a little. I know you’re getting old but I’m not used to seeing you without that stupid ass grin. It scares me.”

to which he’d audibly yet softly gasp. There was no way you of all people had remembered that! Although you teased about hating each other, it was the furthest thing from..even so, you kept your distance in personal affairs outside of sex. It’d feel too intimate and getting attached was something both of you feared. But that was all but thrown out of the window when you gave him his first gift of the day. “What?.. you didn’t think I’d remember, did you? Well too bad, you’re stuck with me and you’re gonna have a good time whether you want to or not. You’ve got a big day ahead of you. The only thing I want is for you to enjoy yourself..you have to promise me that.” His dumbfounded expression soon curved into a toothy smile, along with a hearty cackle. You managed to get one over on him and if nothing else, he could grant you that! You’d instruct him to search his bag, to which he’d find a card..sealed in a bow. How you’d manage to sneak that in, he’d never know but once he opened it, he nearly collapsed. Inside was a photo of him and his parents. He hadn’t seen either of them in years due to his work and then living states away back home but you could tell he loved them dearly. His mom had experienced some health issues recently but thankfully she was doing better but it was looking grim for a while. He’d call them every week, especially his mother whom he bonded with the most. So you took the liberty of reaching out and having them record a nice message to their son, wishing him a happy birthday. Telling him how proud they were and how much they loved him. He was already emotional and the sun had barely risen.

“Damn you, rookie. Who put you up to this?” Sniffling and laughing through tears. Because there was no way you were doing this of your own volition. Which was halfway true. Although you lost the bet, you’d still gone far overboard from what anyone expected. Spending rent like prices on this man and planning out an extravagant schedule. Even other first responders from his academy class who were no longer working for a set company came to fill in for the couple days. Turning on your heel, you’d giggle and walk towards him, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Oh Ace, my sweet dumb boy, you’re so cute thinking that anyone alive could tell me what to do. Now let’s go before we miss our check in time at the hotel.” “Hotel? Makes me sound like a cheap slut you’re renting out for the day.” “You are a slut, my dear but you most certainly aren’t cheap.” Having checked in for two days. And already, it was shaping up to be a wonderful day. From there, you two would head to the Laporte Hotel in the next town over, where you’d be spending the day. The car ride back was much more lively as the two of you laughed, spoke and talked about different things. The most amicable you’d ever been. He’d tell you about his upbringing and how he’d grown up with Luffy and his other adoptive brother. He’d talk about cooking and helping around the house for his mom and hunting with his dad. He was genuinely excited and a part of you thought it was the cutest thing. Next on the docket was breakfast..you took him to this bistro where you guys had eaten once when you were invited to a summit for firefighters on public safety. You recalled the first time you saw him in that dress uniform. Hat and white gloves accenting the ensemble..he looked so good! You hated to admit it but that charisma and confidence he exuded while delivering his speech was such a turn on. His favorite thing on the menu were the crepes and you ordered him the biggest stack he could eat. You two chowed down on delicious foods before checking in with bags in tow. You even managed to snap a couple of photos and videos of him, wearing a bright smile in case he decided to lie and say he didn’t enjoy himself. He entered the room and jumped on the bed like a child..causing you to shake your head.

“Would you get down from there?! You know you’re getting up there in age, old man. One wrong move and that hip is out of place.” To which he retorted and stuck his tongue out. “I’m twenty eight not ninety eight, you smartass. Besides, I think you of all people know how great of shape I’m in.” Flashing you a wink, which only prompted you to snark your lips before turning around to pin your hair up before going to the pool. Platinum gray tresses atop your head from that new install you’d gotten. In all fairness, it was his fault it had to be redone anyway so you figured you’d change it up entirely. He wasn’t mad in the slightest because that color complimented your skin so well. “If you’re referring to that weak ass stroke game of yours, spare me—“ but it wasn’t even a full second before you could finish the sentence before you found yourself tousled over his shoulder with your half covered asscheek being smacked. “Oh shut up. You didn’t even believe that when you said it.” Cackling before tossing you onto the bed for a little pregame makeout session. It was nice, honestly and from the way he was kissing and caressing you, it was hard to tell who exactly was supposed to be getting pampered today! Even letting out a whimper when he licked and bit on your neck. “I know what I want more than anything today..” “..mmm, what’s that?” and his response: “that’s a secret. Classified information..” The spontaneity of his was such an attractive trait..a man of adventure and strong will. “Save your energy, baby boy. You’re gonna need it for later…”

but unbeknownst, he had no interest in waiting to unwrap his most sought after gift. It was around noon time when you guys hit the giant indoor pool. Filled with crystalline blue waters and most importantly, it was heated because the one outside was more than likely freezing. Swimming around and splashing water on each other. You’d even rent out the private jacuzzi, where he’d down flutes of champagne. Something he never thought he’d do in his entire life! Ace grew up in rather humble beginnings and in rough terrain. His entire life consisted of rough conditions..now here he was being catered to like a damn princess! It wasn’t his style in the slightest but it was something he could acclimate to, at least for a day or so..

“Never thought I’d be day drinking in a fucking jacuzzi like a divorced aunt but here I am.” Uttering with his arms outstretched as you swam over to him. “Well even a jackass like you deserves nice things every once in a while.” Teasing as you rubbed on his bare chest, trailing over his tattoo. Still insisting on committing to the bit of insulting him. Honestly, he wouldn’t want it any other way though! It was his favorite part of your charm and it showed that you guys shared a bond that he couldn’t with any other woman. He liked that you challenged him..that you made it worth the chase. He’d wear you down eventually and when he did, the moment would be that much sweeter. “God, I can’t wait to shut that pretty little mouth of yours later..” setting the tone for the sexual tension that was sure to be insurmountable by the end of the night. “We’ll see. You should know by now you can’t tame a girl like me.” Flicking your tongue around those glossed lips before wrapping them around your champagne flute, which made him twitch behind those swim trunks.

his resolve proved to be rather weak because the second you made it back to the room, swaddled in warm towels to dry your damp bodies, he’d just have to get himself a small sample. You’d been straddling his thigh in the water and although you were floating intermittently, you could feel that cock growing erect when you brushed it. So once that door was locked, you’d find yourselves in the shower..tongues deep down each other's throats; your head spun around as he fed you back shots. Holding the center of your stomach whilst he did so. From the bathroom back to the bed, your nude bodies made contact with the cool air as he flicked his tongue around on that exposed clit. Spreading you open on the crisp sheets and devouring that sloppy cunt. Slurping on that bud with strings of spit fluttering all around those plump lips..enjoying his feast. “..c’mon, baby. It’s my birthday…I think I deserve a little treat.” Taunting for his reason as to why he couldn’t hold back his urges. Hopelessly moaning and rutting the mattress as he spouted all sorts of debaucherous thoughts. Your white painted toes resting atop his shoulder blades as those brown eyes darted back into your skull and your breath caught. “I see one of my wishes came true. Finally got you to shut the fuck up.” “You got lucky. That’s it.” Even gliding a hand up to your throat for added pleasure. You were in for it today, that was certain! The remainder of the afternoon was spent lounging and lazing around, a luxury that didn’t come often in your profession. You spent every waking moment thinking of the dangers that surrounded you. You had witnessed gruesome scene after gruesome scene and oftentimes, the only way to cope was through your vices. It felt nice not to have that lingering over your head for at least a day. Your head on his chest as you slept and naturally, he took the opportunity to plant a few kisses on your forehead, along with snapping pictures of you with drool seeping from your mouth!

finally, the moment had arrived and the two of you were setting out for dinner at Viva!, the Latin fusion lounge that had been all the rave around here. You told him that you wouldn’t do anything too extravagant but you couldn’t help but to splurge a little. The two of you spent the next couple of hours getting ready. You’d FaceTime your friends whilst patting on makeup with cameos from the birthday boy himself. They were thrilled to see him enjoying himself..and the both of you looked absolutely stunning! Ace dressed in a black button down with the chest slightly open. Short sleeves to display his array of artwork..a gold plated belt buckle with the Gucci emblem in the center of his waist with black slacks on and suede loafers on his feet. The face of his gold wristwatch reflecting from the light, fragrant scent of cologne wafting from his body. He looked and smelled absolutely delectable. Unraveling your curls from underneath your bonnet, (y/n) sat before the vanity mirror with your makeup setting. It was whilst you were applying your lipstick that he’d steal another kiss. Swatting him away, you’d try to stop him before your hard work was muddled. “You’re going to ruin my makeup, quit!” Attempting to evade his barrage of smooches. But he was insatiable, absolutely enthralled with how beautiful you looked. “Might as well get a head start.” Only earning him a deep scoff and a hard eye roll!

“You’re impossible. I’m going to put on my dress, I’ll be ready in a minute and try not to beat your dick while I’m gone, you pervert.” “That honor goes all to you, my beloved.”

rising from your seat and strutting over to the bathroom, where you’d strip from your coverup and begin to place on the ensemble of the evening; a form fitting red dress with velvet material and a thigh high split. Strappy heels curling your calves and jewelry adorning your neckline and ears. Almost entirely different contrasts from your day jobs..it’d be hard to even recognize the two of you without yellow armored suits and soot covering your faces. You had to admit, it felt nice to be dressed up for an occasion that didn’t involve work conferences. You had been in there a little too long for his liking, mainly because he was growing impatient and wanted to see the final product. In truth, he was sweating bullets, wondering just how he’d react to seeing you all dolled up..knowing you’d gone through the trouble just for him. Even his palms perspired..

“Jesus, rookie. Do you have molasses in your ass or something? I swear you take forever to get ready.”

but you wouldn’t keep him in suspense for long. He’d rise to his feet and moments later, he’d be graced with the sight of quite possibly the most beautiful thing he’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. “Don’t rush me. I know it’s your birthday but you don’t have to be a jerk..so, what do you think?” the door swung open and you came strutting out, an absolute vision of beauty and the sole object of his desire! Ace couldn’t even fathom what he was feeling. His eyes stretched wide open and voice caught in his throat. If you guys stayed in this room any longer, he had no guarantee you'd make it out! So he’d merely grasp your hand, placing a gentle peck atop it. No jokes or snide remarks. “..you look absolutely beautiful, mi amor.” The compliment brought you sheer butterflies. Smirking as he led the two of you out of the room. Tonight was sure to be one for the books.

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Viva! was unlike any other place either of you had frequented before. Ambient orange lighting set the tone for the atmosphere..lively music thumping through the speakers with Spanish lyrics and sleek, elegant interior. You guys arrived right at the rush..the late night date crowds and parties of young people chopping it up. It was bustling but amid all the chaos, Ace only had eyes for you..

“Alright, so I gotta ask and you better be honest with me.”

surrounded by a table full of emptied plates that were once carefully curated and styled with beautiful dishes, now consumed along with intricately mixed drinks, you guys sat across from one another, discussing the day and various other topics. Akin to that of a real couple..

“Go for it.”

“So why do you hate celebrating your birthday so much? I mean, it’s the one day out of the year that you get to feel special. It doesn’t make sense.” It was something that you and everyone else was dying to know as well. But the answer wasn’t exactly a simple one either. Truth be told, it had always been a sore subject for the vice fire chief. It started in his youth and the habit had stuck with him ever since. A secret he’d disclose only to you.

“Truth be told…my family was really poor growing up. My brothers and I were raised by our grandparents mainly, because our parents were in and out of trouble. Not that I hold it against them or anything because they were products of their environment, I still love them..but we had to grow up pretty fast because of that. We didn’t have time to focus on trivial things like birthdays, we had to survive and that was our only goal. So I guess it stuck, y’know? As you get older, the less people tend to care about those things. It’s just another day..” suddenly, you’d feel your heart sink and become heavy with a tinge of sadness. This entire time you’d spent giving him hell and he’d come from the very same side of the tracks you had. You two weren’t all that different, maybe that’s why you couldn't stand him because he was all too familiar..reminding you of your own trauma and upbringing. Without saying a word, he’d continue on with his speech. Continuing to pour your heart out now that you had him feeling sentimental..

“…I know you were probably convinced by my brothers and the guys at the firehouse to take me out. Hell, I don’t think anyone would willingly want to be around me this long. Even so, I appreciate you, rookie. For all of this. It means a lot.” ..in that moment, something within you broke. Those steel, guarded walls that had been shielding your heart finally began to crack. In that moment, Robin’s words would begin to sound off in your ear and all you could do is laugh. She was right! Dammit..she was always right. This man was so much more than what you thought of him and it took this whole ordeal to come to grips with that. Lowering your head, you’d begin to chuckle and reach over for his hand.

“You really are dumb. How many times do I have to tell you..no one gives me orders. Not even you..I’m exactly where I want to be right now. So enjoy yourself and stop acting as if you’re wrong for finally doing something nice for yourself. It’s your night.”

it was all he needed to hear, honestly. So he’d do exactly that! He’d indulge in all of the drinks, laugh until his stomach hurt, he’d even ask for your hand in a dance. Promptly teaching you how to do a quick bachata. He truly had fun, and for the first time in his young life, he lived without guilt or consequence. No limitations or reservations and he allowed himself to enjoy the things he denied himself for so long. Peace, happiness and selfishness. For one night, it was all about Ace! The staff would come out with sparklers blazing around a tray with a slice of lava cake plated in the middle. Reading ‘Happy Birthday Ace’ around the perimeter. He’d stare at the dessert, contemplating for a moment before you spoke.

“Well, what are you gonna wish for?” And he knew just the thing..the only thing he wanted..blowing out the single candle as he closed his eyes and set his manifestation into the universe. You’d catch the whole thing on film to commemorate the moment. It was a night that would remain freshly implanted in your memories for a long time. But it was far from over..

so fast forward an hour or so..from a quick Uber ride across town to the hotel elevator where you couldn’t keep your hands..or lips to yourselves, you’d vehemently make out the entire way to the room. Tipsy on one another with both alcohol and admiration..peeling each other out of those clothes and whispering naughty nothings into each other's ears. Him telling you how he was going to make you come until your mind went blank..and how you were going to let him use your mouth and throat to his heart's content. So debaucherous and lewd, but the steamy moment was only set to intensify. Because while you were gone, the hotel staff was equipping your suite with more of that delicious champagne from earlier, along with strawberries, ice, chocolate sauce and a few other things. He had no idea what was coming to him. As quiet as it was kept, you’d always wanted to spoil your partner like this and although your relationship was fairly complex, you’d take this all the same. So with pure lust fueling you, you’d rip one another out of those designer threads, letting them fall to the floor before you’d jump into his arms and he'd place you on the bed where he wasted not another moment utilizing those delicacies left here.

“Strawberries and chocolate, huh? If I didn’t know any better, rookie..I’d say you were a little freak. What’s next, handcuffs?” “Oh please, this pussy drives you crazy enough as is. You sure as hell wouldn’t leave me alone if I pulled that out.”

the real reason he couldn’t get rid of you is because you matched his wit perfectly! Always with a slick remark to his jokes. With you sprawled out before him, completely on display for his taking, you’d lie there as he dredged a strawberry over your lips before allowing you to suckle on it. Meanwhile, his fingertips, brandishing a piece of ice, slowly trailed down your torso all the way to your sensitive center. He watched your reactions in real time. Seeing you writhe, whimper and moan; begging him for more with your reactions. Tongue extended and lapped over that strawberry before biting into it. “More, baby? Is that what you want?” Taunting the question whilst that ice cube resided over your clit. Making it melt with the direct reaction to your sticky heat..such a beautiful sight. “Yes!..please..” the first time in a while since he’d heard you in such a submissive manner. He wanted you so badly..to sink his cock into you once more but he wanted to truly get you so stimulated and aroused, you wouldn’t be able to bear another moment without him. Very lightly coating his fingers in that sweet sauce, he’d allow you to suck every remnant of it off whilst still circulating that cube over your bud. Positioning that head up as if he were cradling you. “Good girl..show me how you’re gonna use that mouth. Keep sucking like that and I’ll let you get the real thing..” just that quickly, he’d turn you from sarcastic, snarky brat to his obedient, whiny slut. He couldn’t ask for more!

Ace persisted with his foreplay for as long as he saw fit; bringing you to the edge of climatic bliss, only to snatch it away. Upon training your mouth, he’d graduated you from strawberries and fingers to the beaming tip of his cock. Positioned on his knees as he instructed you to keep yours parted whilst his fingers explored your dripping core. Maneuvering around to stretch that tight little cunt to his liking. Meanwhile, your throat served as merely a vessel for his unrelenting pleasure. Gagging erupting as he pushed and forced your head down onto his shaft. Becoming far more aggressive than he was prior. It seemed that he was finally sick of showing restraint. “That’s it, baby…take it deep. Take that fucking dick down your throat. Gag on it—fuck, just like that.” His deep tone teeming with lust. Meanwhile, the only thing that you could do was whimper, moan and gurgle as he used your mouth so carelessly. Those eyes were smeared with the beautiful application of makeup you had worked so hard on. You looked an absolute mess but your body told a different story. That juicy little center was leaking from this brutal treatment. Loving the sensation brought forth by being manhandled. Choked, slapped and even your jaws getting filled with globs of saliva. Swallowing and licking his balls as he jerked himself above your face. “Yeah, look at me while you do it, baby. Let me see how much you love being my little slut.” He may have been bashful but the two places his confidence shone were on the battlefield and in the bedroom. This man was like an entirely different person behind closed doors. One you’d gladly allow you to use your body in any way he saw fit. “What do you say when I spit in that pretty mouth, huh? Don’t tell me you forgot your manners..” “..thank you, daddy. Give me more, please.” To which he’d oblige. Before long, you found yourself on top of him, positioned perfectly on his cock as it resided in your hilt. Although you were a complete wreck already, he was far from done. He wanted to claim you in mind, body and spirit..have you so addicted, you would feel like oxygen had escaped your lungs when he wasn’t around. Turned in a reverse cowgirl position, Ace clutched your hips and guided you up and down to his leisure. Your pussy stuffed to the brim and throbbing around his cock. All you could do was gasp as those hard thrusts jolted you around.

“You didn’t think I’d take it easy, did you? Nah, baby. I wanna hear you fucking scream. I want you coming all over this dick..”

firm in his intent, roughly bucking those hips into the plump of your ass. When you couldn’t contain yourself, he’d take the liberty of folding your legs behind your head in a sitting full nelson. An intricate but effective position. One he could claim that cunt in without limitations. Your eyes would fluctuate between open and closed, stuck in your skull and front and center. Your entire body was riddled with ecstasy and it wouldn’t be long until you’d find yourselves reaching that breaking point. Even so, it didn’t stop either of you from wanting more than your share. You wanted it to hurt..to feel every part of him. To fuck his frustrations, emotions and all out on you. All those times he couldn’t have a happy ending. For when he’d spent another year getting older but all alone..drowning his sorrows in a bottle, you wanted tonight to be the atonement for that. For him to feel nothing but joy!

“Oh my God! Right there, baby. Please..take this pussy. It’s yours..fuck—“

so through all of the salacious cries and dirty desires, you wanted to know above all else..he was special.

“Yeah? It’s all mine?” His tone was still rough but cooing as he relentlessly pounded up into you. Forcing tears down your cheek. Although they were purely of joy. That much was apparent by the look on your face. You were in utter bliss. So full of ecstasy and happiness! You’d never felt anything like this. What was it?…it was far more than just the normal lust you two experienced together. “God, I love this pussy so much..I love you. I love you so much, baby. Oh my gosh, I can’t get enough of it..” admitting so carelessly. He had no regrets. He’d known that he’d felt that way from the very start and maybe the alcohol made it easier to admit but he was done pretending. You were the only woman for him! So through tear filled eyes, you’d pant and try to hold it in, along with that brimming orgasm, but you couldn’t any longer.

“I love you more! I love you so much, Ace…please, I need you..”

those words were the ones he’d been dying to hear all along and he could tell you meant it. Meant every one..all he could do was think about how relieved he was. His heart couldn’t stop beating and neither of you could stop crying. It made an already surreal moment even more magical. When he’d instruct you to release at the same time as him. On the count of three, your trembling bodies explode like fireworks in a fit of pleasure and passion. The intensity dredged up so many feelings but only one thing was for certain when he found the strength to reposition you onto your back..cradling your face into his palm as he hoped to quell you. Telling you how great of a job you’d done. He had to know, he had to say it for real this time.

“Did you mean that, baby? Do you really love me?..” and it was simple. It was the same a million times over:

“Yes…I love you, Ace. And I’m so sorry it took me this long to realize it. You were never my enemy. I should’ve seen that sooner. I hope you can forgive me.”

touching his face and swiping his tears away with your thumb. All he could do was sob tears of utter bliss in that moment. He was finally able to be vulnerable, no longer able and not needing to hold back his emotions. It made you see just how much he needed you all the same. “Wait, what’s wrong?” You were worried. But truthfully, there was no need. Because as it turns out, you’d granted him the one thing he’d wanted more than any shoes or watches out of today and that was your heart! He wanted to hear you finally utter those words and he got it. To him, this was hands down the best birthday ever!

“Nothing at all. It’s just that..all my wishes came true tonight. If that’s not heaven smiling down on me, I don’t know what is.” “Because no one deserves it more than you..happy birthday, my love.”

and you only hoped that you’d get to experience so many more by his side!

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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— Incubus in the Forest.

cw. fem!reader, incubus!character, dub-con, praise/degradation kink, implications of somnophilia, overstimulation, implied breeding kink, possesiveness (may not fit all characters listed)

a/n. i love going through the gonewildaudio subreddit for fanfiction ideas because i don't have motivation to make my own and my askbox can't peak my interest that much and guess what. i found some incubi content and now i wanna write a thirst about it.

masterlist | tag system | 17- & MASC-ALIGNED DNI!

All you wanted to do was camp with your friends. They were all joking about demons and horror stories and one of them popped up the concept of incubi, talking about how they go through the dreams of women and have sexual intercourse with them that would soon lead to death if the partner has too many sessions.

All of you brushed it off to the person just being weird or downbad. You were part of them because the idea of a demon going through dreams of unconscious women and fuck them in there sounded ridiculous. Thank god it wasn’t real and just a piece of folklore or mythology.

That was what you thought. You wished you were sleeping in the tents of your female friends because the so-called fictional demon was haunting your dream. Or better to call it, ‘Dreams.’

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a cute girl like you went to this forest. No one ever dared visit here anymore because of those rumored incubi haunting the place. So it’s good that you haven’t heard them.” you frantically looked around, you weren’t in your tent anymore. But in a red Victorian room you aren’t familiar with.

Suddenly, the bed sinks and you look at the source. You faced a man with pointy red horns and a tail that was swooshing around excitedly at the sight of you. His eyes almost lit up as he crawled right in front of you, “I have to say, you look more appetizing up close than watching you from afar.”

He was… watching you? You have to admit he was quite sneaky because the forest wasn’t that big at all nor did it have many trees for people to hide in.

“I might save you since it’s been a while since I’ve gotten someone so… Lovely.” he breathes in your scent, snuggling into your neck and licking it. “Gods, you’re making me crave you more and we haven’t even started yet.”

You gulped, furrowing your brows and gasping as you got pinned to the bed, his fangs biting down your skin as he sucked your blood. He lets out a satisfied groan at your taste, pulling out with his mouth stained with red substance as he seductively licked them. You were trying to push him off while your screams were muffled by his bigger and muscular body.

You tried punching and kicking but he wouldn’t budge. He was much stronger than you are and he only stared at you with a pleasant smirk. He thought this was so entertaining seeing you deny him. Who do you think you were to push away such a handsome guy like him?

“Why don’t we get started? I’m so impatient right now.”

Fuck, you haven’t felt this full in a while. It’s probably because this so called demon was pent-up for a long amount of years that he got hard at the sight of a new victim to fuck.

But since it’ll be a very long time since he’ll get another dupe he was gonna save you and follow you around since you were the first person in a while to visit the forest. The bite on your neck served a purpose and that every time you slept, he’d appear and use you however he wanted.

Though he wanted to be careful since he’ll take your lifeforce away and make you insane. It’s been years since he’s gotten some good pussy to fuck and he didn’t want to harm you in any way. Well, the more the two of you had sessions like this, the more needy you are for the incubus to fuck you.

He was in awe of how much power he had over you. You were much more adorable than all the other women he slept with. He wanted to keep you to himself, even if it meant it would make you a desperate whore for him to play with however he wanted.

He groaned and kept you closer to him, your body flushed with his as he continued ramming you over and over. His tail couldn’t stop moving from how much pleasure he was receiving, he didn’t even know how long he had been fucking you. It must’ve been hours which were just a few minutes in real-time but in this dream? It’s much longer. Which would be quite advantageous if he could be honest.

“Ahah, you’re so good for me. I might wanna keep you for myself.. Might only want you instead. I can’t find anyone whose so fucking slutty like you are.” he moans when you tightened around him more. You were practically choking his cock to death.

He traps you on the headboard, having your legs around his waist so he could have better access to your pussy and have his cock reach deeper inside of you. Ah, it felt so good having him touch places you weren’t able to touch.

The red sheets were stained with your blood and the mix of your and the incubus’ cum. “I can’t get enough of you, sweet girl.” he soughs into your lips, ramming into you like you were the last woman he’s ever gonna fuck.

You couldn’t say anything, hell, you couldn’t do anything from how strong his grip on your body was. It’s almost as if he had control over you instead of you. “Gonna come again, take it like the good slut you are.”

You let out heavy pants as he emptied himself into you again. Your body was shaking against his, your chest heaving uneven breaths as you tried to catch them. He only chuckled and cuddled into you with his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him, making sure his cum doesn’t leak out of you. “Why don’t we go for another round?”

“D-don’t think I can go anymore..” you whimpered as he only grinded his hips in response. “Sure you can! Don’t go sleeping in your dream now, you wouldn’t wanna know what I’d do with your body if you went unconscious on me.”

He was right. If you sleep in your dream, you’ll most likely go through another deeper layer of your unconsciousness and it’ll be difficult to wake you up. You definitely don’t wanna have the knowledge of him using your sleeping body as he wishes, so you try to open your eyes wider and see that same shit-eating grin you despise.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” his little bat wings flapped in excitement as you only threw your head to the side and glared at him. “Don’t be like that, you don’t want me to go rougher on you now.”

“Not like you were gentle in the first place.”

“Hah! I can’t argue with that.” he picks you up, making you straddle his lap as he hovers your hips over his erected cock once again. “Take a deep breath, this is gonna be much longer.”

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sturnioloshacker · 5 months

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virgin no more - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

cw: softdom!vinnie, sub!reader, praise kink, pussy eating, vanilla sex, soft sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don't, i'm not your mother

summary: you lose your virginity to your best friend vinnie

i’ve been thinking about it for so long and i feel that this time, it’s right. for years now, i’ve been a virgin. sure, i’ve had my fair share of kisses and makeout sessions in my past relationships, but i’ve never had sex with my past partners. one, i wasn’t ready and two, i’m terrified of losing it to someone i don’t trust with my heart and soul. but lately, i’ve been having thoughts about losing it to my best friend vinnie. vinnie and i have been best friends since his high school days in seattle. we both moved to la when he blew up on tiktok and now we’re both living in his new recently brought apartment.

it’s not my fault though! have you seen the man?! from his chiseled jawline to his perfectly sculpted god-like body that has been carved by the angels in heaven, he’s just simply irresistible. not only that, his personality is truly one of a kind. the sweetest, most caring human being on planet earth who wears his heart on his sleeve. the only problem is, he’s my best friend and i’m scared that he may not feel the same way that i feel about him. what if I ruin my friendship with him? that would be super awkward and embarrassing. then again, he hasn’t ruined our friendship every time he brings a girl home and fucks her senseless that she basically stumbles out of the house the next morning.

after taking the time to build up some courage, i decide it’s time.

“hey, vin. can i ask you something?”

“of course, what’s up?”

“this may be super awkward and embarrassing and you don’t have to answer, but what’s it like not being a virgin?”

“woah, um. it’s great, i guess. why you asking?”

“i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’m ready to lose my virginity.”

“that’s great, go for it!”

“i want to lose it to you.”

the silence in the room is so thick, you wouldn’t be able to cut it with a knife. vinnie and i sit opposite each other, our minds racing over what just transpired. great, i just ruined the most amazing friendship i could ever ask for.

“you want me to take your virginity?”

“yes. i trust you with my whole life. and i love you so much.”

“i love you so much. can i please kiss you?”

“please.”

he slowly leans in to capture my lips in one of the most passionate kisses i’ve ever had. the kiss is soft yet so hot. i feel him tug at the bottom of my shirt, wanting to take it off. i reach down to take it off my body, his eyes zoned in on my chest. his kisses move to my chest, kissing the tops of my tits before making his way down my cleavage. i unclasp my bra and remove it, letting it drop to the floor.

“they’re so pretty, oh my god. can i please touch?”

“of course, vin. they’re all yours.” i smile at him.

vinnie groans before using his big, strong hands to grope at my tits. squeezing, massaging, licking, sucking and biting, all of these combined had me weak in the knees. he’s making me feel so good right now, and we haven’t even had sex! i drop to my knees in front of him, the feeling of being so aroused is making me dizzy. my eyes are level with vinnie’s growing bulge. he looks big, is he going to fit? oh my lord, he’s not going to fit. i start pulling down his sweats, wanting to desperately see what he’s hiding. i release him from the confines of his underwear. jesus christ, he’s not fitting. there’s no way that all of THAT is going to fit inside.

“like what you see, princess?” he smirks.

“yeah i do. it’s so… big.”

“as much as i want your mouth around it, tonight’s about you.”

he grabs me by the back of my thigh, scooping me up into his arms. he gently throws me onto our bed before crawling up to me and placing a sweet kiss on my lips. he moves down my body, stopping at my panties. he looks up at me, a cute yet seductive smile plastered on his face.

“can i take these off, sweetheart? wanna see what i’m working with.”

“yes.” i breathe out, my heart racing and head spinning

he slowly removes my panties, gasping at the sight in front of him. he tosses my panties to the side before licking a stripe up my pussy with his tongue, earning a moan from me. i feel his tongue suck and lick at my clit, the feeling of pleasure rushing through my veins.

“you okay, sweetheart?”

“yes, please keep going. it feels unreal.”

vinnie continues his actions, only this time, he speeds them up. my little bundle of nerves that have never been touched by a man before are so alive and so sensitive, i can barely form any words now. i suddenly feel a tightness in my stomach. is this what i think it is?

“vinnie, i-“

“you close, baby?”

“i don’t know. my stomach hurts though.”

“you’re close to having an orgasm. want me to keep going?”

“yes! please don’t stop! i need to know what it feels like.”

vinnie sucks and licks my clit a little more before i feel a strange rush through my body. my legs shake at the intense pleasure, my stomach contorts and my pussy clenches at fresh air. my breathing is rapid but is soon calm as he slowly stops his actions.

“you did such a good job, baby. i’m so proud of you. you ready for my cock now?”

“i think so.”

“if it hurts, we’ll stop okay? i promise to go slow and make you feel good.”

“okay.”

vinnie lubes his cock up and jerks it for a bit before aligning it at my entrance. he slowly pushes in, the pain almost unbearable.

“want me to stop?”

“no, i’m okay. you can keep going.”

he pushes himself all the way in, bottoming out when he’s fully inside. we both moan at the feeling. i slightly adjust to make sure it fits and won’t destroy me. i nod my head, signalling to vinnie to move. he starts to slowly rock in and out of my pussy. the pain instantly becomes pleasure again as he fucks my walls. i wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him closer to me. he leans over, hovering over my figure before placing a kiss to my forehead.

“oh vin, you feel so good. i love you.”

“i love you more, sweetheart. god, i’m so glad you chose to lose your vigirnity to me.”

our lips connect in a passionate kiss. vinnie wraps his arms around my back, holding me close so that our chests are touching. he continues rocking into me and making me feel oh so good. i feel that strange rush coming back again, this time it’s stronger and right on the edge.

“oh vin, i’m close.”

“yeah? cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my cock for me.”

vinnie thrusts one last time and i feel all the same sensations from when he ate me out.

“oh fuck, pretty girl. you did so good, i’m gonna cum now okay?”

“please cum inside me, vincent. i need you so bad.”

vinnie moans at my words and it doesn’t take him long before he’s shooting ropes up and around my walls. i moan and whimper at the warmth inside me, watching it as it slowly leaks out. he pulls out and flops on the other side of the bed.

“that was amazing. you’re seriously the best.”

“glad you enjoyed, princess. now let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

he kisses my lips before scooping me up into his arms as we go to clean up our mess. i can now say that i’m a virgin no more and that my virginity has been taken by the one and only vinnie hacker.

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thesassypadawan · 2 months

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Little Red Dress (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: The low cut little red dress and matching heels, they just drive Hayden wild. So much so that he can’t wait to get you home and…enjoy a little show.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Mirror sex and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: 🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @espinathena-17❤️🎉

- Tonight you had barely made it out of the house.

- The low cut little red dress and matching heels you wore got Hayden so worked up. So much, in fact, that it may or may not have led to a hot and heavy make out session. Which, in his opinion, was ‘rudely’ interrupted when you insisted that the two of you leave. So you wouldn’t be much more than fashionably late.

- All night long you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. His big hands always touching you in some way. Those long fingers trailing up your bare back…or along other places when no one was looking.

- Needless to say, Hay was very eager to get back home. So it comes as no surprise when you left the party extremely early and find yourself…

- With your eyes focused on the mirror in front of you, watching his cock slide into your pussy. Head falling back onto his broad shoulder, whimpering. “Haaaay.”

- He has you spread over him. Your legs flung wide over his as you sit on his lap. His deep blue eyes locked onto yours. “That’s it, angel; just like that,” he mutters into your ear. Staring intensely as you slowly rise yourself off his impressive length, then sink back down.

- Biting your bottom lip, you nuzzle into his cheek. His hot breath tickling your face. Small moans escaping you while you continue at your slow pace. “Big… So big…”

- You’re both still clothed. Hay in his sexy black suit and you in that damn dress. Which was pulled up so you both can enjoy the show.

- His hands glide up your thighs. One slips under your dress, resting on your stomach. The other finding your clit, rubbing gentle circles. “So big, huh? But you love it…love being so stuffed with my fat cock.”

- The sight of how his dick shines with your juices as you rise up. Coupled with the way your assets jiggle as you drop back down. Has low whines coming from your lips and you needing…

- “More… Need more…” Your hands grasp onto his arms. Hips begin to speed up, riding him harder.

- “More?” His voice rumbles through your body. His fingers increasing the pressure on your clit. Making you moan louder, walls clenching around his thick length. “I’ll give you more.”

- Shifting, Hay takes control. His hands rest on your waist, helping you set a harsher pace. Hips bucking up into yours, causing a wet slapping sound to fill the room. “Touch yourself for me. Want to see you play with that cute little pussy…those perfect tits,” he murmured, eyes gazing fiercely into yours.

- One hand slips to your clit, the second under your dress. Toying with your sensitive nubs has you panting. “Yes.. Whatever you want…”

- “Good girl… That’s my good girl…” His lips press against your neck. Sucking and nipping. Hitting that one sweet spot so perfectly. Sending sparks of pleasures down your spine, straight to your greedy cunt.

- The heat inside of you is becoming overwhelming, you’re so painfully close. Your fingers quicken, hips desperately slamming down onto his cock. “Gonna… Gonna…”

- Pulling away, he watches you closely. Eyes hungerly traveling the length of your body as your walls flutter around him…as you start clamping down harder…as you…

- Hay’s grip on your waist tightens. Teeth brush against your earlobe. “Cum,” he growls and forcefully thrusts up into you.

- Your moans and groans mix together as you both come completely undone. Him pumping your pussy full of his hot cum. You gushing all over his cock and suit pants.

- Coming back down from your high, your head tilts back. His dips down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “Hay,” you sigh softly, your mind still hazy.

- Grasping your jaw gently, he turns your head back to the mirror. Your eyes meet and he smirks. “Look at you, my little angel. Cumming so prettily on my cock. In fact you looked so good doing so…that I want to see it again.”

- Hayden then starts driving up into you once more. And all you can do in your post blissed out state is hold onto him, mewling helplessly. While he says oh so smugly, “Shouldn’t have worn that little red dress.”

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bubbles0bop · 3 months

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Could I request headcanon Yuuta make love with reader pls? 🥺👉👈 (As they're lover)

Ofc! I love this one because i have a big fat crush on Yuta 😭

Making Love to Yuta Okkotsu for the first time (Headcanons) NSFW!

Disclaimers: use of fem pronouns/adjectives, smut, adult content, 18+

not proof read

You and Yuta had been dating for quite a long time now, and you were starting to become more comfortable with each other

You were such an affectionate and loving couple but there was one line that you both never crossed

Yuta would be so shy at first that it might take a while for you both to go all the way.

When Yuta started having some sexual thoughts about you, he was beyond embarrassed

He didn't know how to ask if you felt the same way, or what you wanted, so he just tried his best to hide his feelings

One time when you two were kissing, things started to get heated

He got extremely flustered and immediately tried to stop

However, you assure him that it's okay for him to feel that way and that his feelings are reciprocated

He indulges himself in the sound of your comforting voice. You praising him and reassuring him makes his mind feel foggy.

You both start to kiss again and things start to escalate, Yuta softly caressing your body as you straddle his waist

your hand finds his hair and you give it a tug, making him let out a soft moan

as your make out session gets a little more heated, yuta pulls away, politely asking if he could take off your top

you agree and he unbuttons your front, now starting to trail kisses from your neck and down to your chest

he tried his best to find the spots that make you feel good, paying careful and loving attention to them

you become tired of the teasing and pull his head away from where he was kissing you

you ask him softly to continue further and he hastily nods his head

he hesitates for a moment as he thinks of an idea

"baby, can i..?" he moves his hand lower, so close to touching the spot inbetween your thighs

he waits for permission before removing your bottoms and sticking his face between your legs

he places a couple chaste kisses to your thighs before delving inbetween

he would softly start lapping at your pussy, being encouraged by your moans

Yuta thinks to himself that he may have just found his new favorite activity

the taste, the sounds, the feeling, he indulged in it all.

It doesn't take long before Yuta unconsciously starts to rub himself on the mattress below him

he brings you to orgasm once, before he decides that he's getting too flustered

he would sing your praises as he watches you come down from your high.

Yuta would bring himself up, close to your ear before once again asking for permission to go all the way

once he receives his enthusiastic consent, he wastes no time, wrapping a gentle hand around your thighs and wrapping them around his waist

he waits patiently to leave room for any protest from you, giving you a few more deep kisses before prodding himself at your enterence

he whispered to you in anticipation "are you ready?"

he barely waits for your response before slowly entering inch by inch

he's so attentive, trying to pay attention to every little feeling and every single signal of how he's making you feel

yuta tries his best to restrain himself and treat you as gently as possible

he really loves listening to the way you sound and the way you call out his name, if he's being honest your voice has always gone straight to his pants

he may every once and a while bend down to take a suck at your neck or breast, obsessing over your taste

your hands would be all over each other, small praises throughout

once you both finish, yuta would collapse on top of you and you would run your hands through his hair

he would always ask, "was it good?" and the only answer would always be "absolutely"

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maggie-margret-blog · 2 months

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Friends with Tattoo Benefits

Mingi was one of those guys you just couldn’t replicate. he had a sort of passion for life that was kinda hard to find in people.I had been seeing him as an artist for a little over a year now, slowly but surely filling my arms and mid section with ink. He was talented and enthusiastic about each new project I threw his way, may it be big or small. Mingi himself only had a handful of tattoos littering his milkish skin,but claimed he was in it for the arts, not the personal experience. I had a theory he was just a bitch about pain or needles, nevertheless I never bothered him about it during our sessions. And he couldn’t lie about the money either. It was good fucking money.

Mingi had become somewhat of a best friend, mixed in with all the other things that come with being in close contact for so long.

We had first met that one fateful morning, 2am to be exact, when I had decided that drunk tattoos would be a hilarious idea. In hindsight it was a wonderful memory and honestly I was better for the experience. My young, college ego had been inflated and a stupid decision was just what I needed to keep my head on my shoulders. The night had just begun for me and my friends, bar hopping and partying at each frat house we could bare to see the inside of. All the ones I had seen prior were rat nests, and yet I chose to place myself there. A few of my friends had tagged along one Friday in search of some of my famous shenanigans. Modesty forbid I ever keep my thrills to myself.

“C’mon let’s dip, this place sucks.” Renel quoted as she threw down a pink solo cup onto the frat house floor. We had only been there about 30 minutes and already we were feeling the effects of poor party planning. A dozen or more drunk college girls stood in a tight circle, grinding on any available guy, and in some cases other gals as Salt Shaker boomed from the shitty stereo system. Since the Ying Yang twins weren’t the vibe for the night, I wholeheartedly agreed- “Let’s get the fuck out!”

“I’m barely drunk! Give me a fucking minute!” San hollered over the loud music, grabbing onto Renel’s ponytail and stopping her from moving any further towards the door. “There’s smoke in my eyes, this drink taste like dog shit and my thong is literally splitting my asshole in half, San.” Renel growled as she swatted his hands away. “That’s your fault. Just take it off and sit down.” He laughed, knowing he was only egging her on. “Fine, here-“ Renel said smuggly as she reaches under her sequined skirt, pulling the lacey garment down her legs and stepping out of it. “Woah Ren-“ I began, on my for her to grab the thong and shove it in San’s pocket. “I’ll go sit down.”

“San you asshole.” I laugh lightly, never quiet getting over those two’s battles. “Remind me to give this back to her. If Yunho ever finds out I have his girlfriend’s thong in my pants, he’ll kill me.” He chortles. “I don’t think I will. You deserve a beating.” I joke.

“Tryna get rid of me?”

“Maybe.”

“He’s twice my size. I’m dead.”

“You’re a good guy, you’re fine.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m heading out. I’m meeting my friend downtown.” Hongjoon, another one of chipper friends, said as he pushed past us towards the exit. “Who?” I called out as the sixth drink I had been nursing finally began to hit me. Whatever this shit was was weak, and disgusting. Yet, I was still drowning my weekend stresses in it.

“Mingi. You know that tattoo guy I was talking about.” Hongjoon enthused. This guy was always so happy for some reason. “Are you getting a tattoo?” I asked again.

“Yeah why? You wanna come?”

“I’ll go. Anything to get me out of here.” I agree hastily as I set the solo cup I had been drinking from down. “I’m drunk enough I’ll go.” San called, as if he hadn’t been complaining of the opposite just minutes ago. “Go tell Renel.” I bark as I follow Hongjoon out into the yard.

Once San and Renel had caught up to us, we were already halfway downtown, passing bar after bar and collectively agreeing that we should all go to each one. “If we keep this up I’ll literally never make my appointment.” Joon whined as he threw back one last shot. “Fine, okay let’s go.” San gave a unionized answer for us all. “Mingi’s gonna kill me. He’s supposed to be closing and I’m already 20 minutes late.”

“We’re almost there Joon, calm down.” San said with a hint of a slur. With that statement we came up upon the shop. The neon light was already off, but a man sat at the counter with his head down to scroll on his phone.

“Hey Mingi! Sorry I’m so late!” Joon said sorrowfully as he brought his hands together and bowed shallowly. “Hey, no don’t worry about it. I was just chilling out.” The man spoke as he raised from the counter and reached out for Hongjoon’s hand. The whole place reminded me of a mechanic’s shop. Sort of industrial and gray, but art was strewn across the walls and a few neon light had been added to spruce up the place.

The size of this man had me speechless, though my drunken stupor may have exaggerated it. Mingi was maybe 6’0 and broad in the shoulders and chest. I could tell by the way his black compression shirt stretched over his muscles, rippling in their definition. With the buzz already prominent in my head, this man looked like a playground to me. All I wanted to do was climb him. I could feel a flush flooding my cheeks as he and Hongjoon giggled and joked over sketches and last minute ideas. I could just play it off as a liquor blush, but I knew it was because of him. Fuck he was attractive. He was just so big and handsome.

“Shouldn’t take too long. Maybe an hour.” Mingi said softly as he looked over the small design. It seemed to be just a simple spiderweb with a few intricacies.

As soon as Hongjoon laid down on the sterilized bed, he was snoring. Joon had never once been awake during a session. Either this was a result of the alcohol, or the pain was a sickening comfort for him. Either way he was out. I spent m my time, however, inspecting the artist and the way he did every little thing. His gloves were blue like they had at a doctor’s office, tight and defining over his veined hands. The tips of his thick fingers were gripping the gun firmly with a controlled pressure. His focus and precision were evident in both his work and how he carried out his task. Why was everything about him so alluring?

“Joon? Are you good buddy?” Mingi asked after working on the piece for a good hour. It was swollen and puffed, but I could already tell it would heal beautifully. “Yeah, I’m cool.” Joon said groggily.

San and Renel were sleeping across the waiting room chair at this point, San’s jacket draped over Ren’s legs. That’s small detail made me chuckle. Sure they had their differences, but if she was naked from the waist down in public, he’d protect her. “Dude sick, thank you.” Joon said as he looked over his Achilles heel, now inked and decorated. “No problem man. Now pay me and go home.” Mingi laughed lightly as he pushed Joon towards the front.

“How much?” I asked as an interception. “Hm?” Mingi cocked his head to the side as I stood from my seat, still a little wobbly from all the alcohol in my system.“How much for a small tattoo? A really little one.” I asked. I hadn’t known how I would get close to him, but this was the perfect opportunity. This way I really inspect him up close. Stare deep into his concentrated expression and analyze his eyes. Oh fuck, those eyes.

“Uh, all depends I guess. Why, do you want one?” He questioned as he handed Hongjoon a pen to sign his receipt. I nodded vigorously as I popped up from the plastic chair. I had no clue what I was doing, or why I just agreed to get a tattoo on the spot, but here I was. “Cool, give me a minute.” Mingi said with a smile, showing off his row of beautiful teeth. They weren’t straight but who cared? Not me! He was so cute!

“We’re gonna head out. I’ll get her back to Yunho.” Hongjoon said as he shook Renel awake for a minute or so. “Okay,” I said shortly as a twinge of turmoil erupted in my stomach. Sure this was kind of what I wanted, to be alone with this new hunk, but now I was alone alone? My body shivered involuntarily, spine tingling and adjusting at the thought. “Where’re you going San?” My voice was timid, a gleaming ray of hope in eye as i asked. I was praying that he could be talked into staying with me. “I’m going home so I don’t die. You know how Woo is if I’m not in before sunrise.” I only nodded at the statement as the unsettling feeling began to sober me. But I couldn’t pass this up!

“This way m’lady.” Mingi’s voice broke my illusion of loneliness as all my prior thoughts raced back in. He was the reason I stayed anyway. “Thank you.” I punctuated with a head nod as we walked back to where Hongjoon had just been napping. “Now, what’s going on? What’re we doing?” Mingi asked as he sat back against the counter, arms crossed to expose the few tattoos he had. Though not plentiful, they were big and loud. The one he sported on his left forearm was a colorful mural of what seemed to be hyper realistic squid. The body was red and luminescent with a somewhat manly aura somehow. It was an interesting choice for sure, but it was executed beautifully so I had to admire it for that reason. His right arm was detailed in black and white, a few odd and ends tattooed on his skin, probably to represent certain things. I did notice a small KQ prominent on the first knuckle of his index finger. KQ had been a music club hosted on my campus for years.

I laughed internally at the thought of this big, beefy man singing in a choir, or performing The Newsies at the campus theater. He didn’t seem the type. “Anything I guess. Maybe something coquette-ish.” I babbled, unable to tear my eyes away from Mingi’s form in front of me. I stood sheepishly in front of him, a facade of confidence saving me face, but only a little bit since I was still kind of drunk. “Coquette-ish? Like the frilly bows and Victorian shit?” His voice reverberated is low bass over the air. I watched his mouth and nose as he repeated what I had said, then nodded. He nodded along and choked down a chuckle.

Mingi drew up a tiny little design, detailed with a small, pink ribbon tied into a bow with a pearl accent. It was actually very cute and even my sober mind loved it. Something tiny and coquettish. I was so happy with it.

“You know I don’t usually do walk ins.” He said as he etched a stencil. “Oh? Why start tonight?” I asked, looking over his shoulder, feeling the heat rising from his body. “If I’m being honest I thought you were cute. And I’d rather you get a good drunk tattoo instead of one you’ll regret.” He chuckled lightly, but my face turned red at the mention of his attraction. He thought I was cute? “Now where do you want it?” Mingi asked as he turned to look at me, now just inches from my face. I had practically been his shell for the last 15 minutes as I watched him sketch, so the sudden movement surprised me. I stumbled backwards a bit, and was sure to fall of Mingi hadn’t gripped onto my belt, pulling me back to stability. His hand was nestled between our two bodies, now practically sandwiched together. I couldn’t help myself as the moment dragged on, but I looked forward at the chest I was now level with. Traveling upwards, my eyes met his. They pooled with a twinge of worry and one other emotion I couldn’t quite express. “Sorry,” I mumbled briefly as I stepped back, only for his hand to stay firm on my leather belt. “No, no it’s okay. Are you alright?” He questioned, unmoving from his position. “Y-yes I’m fine.”

The air was thick and heavy around us. The room wasn’t too big so that might have had something to do with it, but probably not. It was more likely the tension between us that simmered. His hand stayed on my belt, even going as far as to tighten his grip. “How drub are you?” He asks suddenly.

“I’m, I’m practically sober.” I answered.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“N-no I don’t.”

“Do you know where you are right now?”

“Tattoo shop.”

“Be more specific.” He hummed lowly as his hand pulled me closer, my hip flush against his thigh.

“Flaming Ink, downtown Astoria,” I answered again, quieter than before.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked finally, lowering himself to my level so he could see my expression clearly. My face was burning as it was, so for him to face me directly turned me to mush. And to kiss him? Oh fuck I could’ve vomited with how nervous I was!

I nodded slowly as the larger man braced my jaw in his palm, gently pulling me forward and pressing a hunger pained kiss to my lips. I was taken aback by the way he was already desperate for the contact. To be fair, so was I. The kiss only lasted about 3 seconds before he pulled away, lips parted and eyes droopy. The flecks of his dyed hair fell into his line of sight. The image in front of me was borderline erotic to say the least. I could tell by the look in his eyes that we were nowhere near finished.

Hastily, my arms found perch on his shoulders and I reconnected our lips, lapping at the pillowy petals and melting as he returned the favor. He tugged me closer, hands finally leaving my belt and landing on my waist, pulling my hips to his own. This was all too much yet I couldn’t (wouldn’t) stop myself. I had only wanted him for an hour or so, but that was an hour too long with out him.

Our lip lock progressed into something else entirely, and what that was I didn’t know. Something primal. Something languid and wet. Before I could count his teeth with my tongue, his hands were burrowed down the back of my jeans, fingers gripping at my ass haphazardly. The hum of the overhead lights was enough of a lullaby to keep us in the moment. Soft murmurs from the radio entwined around us and took the lead. “Mingi,” I said hushly, placing a hand on his chest. Oh finally I got to feel it. The muscles tensed under my touch and I watched the nipple harden from under the shirt. “Hm?” He acknowledged my plea and stopped himself. “I’m sorry it was all so fast, I-“ he began to explain himself, hands leaving my behind.

“No, no keep it there. I’m just— kinda you know, worked up.” I heaved as I kept eye contact with him. Those eyes, those honey brown eyes. Somehow the orange and yellow tendrils of hair complimented his eyes perfectly, encasing them in a warm, golden light. He was beautiful.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” His breath fans over neck slightly.

“Yeah, just not used to it.” I admit.

As far as sexual experiences went, I was dim in the subject. Yet, this was fueling a fire I never knew I had.

“Do you wanna stop?” Mingi asks as he’s pulling away.

“No! No I don’t want to!”

With that answer, Mingi was back to exploring what was exposed of my skin. Hands, finger tips, nails. I could feel everything as he lit each of my nerve endings on fire. Each swipe of his tongue left a burning trail in its path. “Fuck-“ I whispered internally, somehow finding my hands curled in his hair, entangling in the locks and pulling at the roots. The feeling of his lips on my neck made my stomach turn and twist with excitement.

How could this happen so fast? How was this really real? Was I dreaming?

No I couldn’t be dreaming. I could feel Mingi’s curious hands pushing up my shirt, folding the fabric upwards and letting it pool onto top of my breasts. Mingi pressed open mouthed kissed on my chest, tugging cheekily at the lining of my bra, teasing the nipple as he let it free. “Pretty.” Mingi’s voice vibrated against my skin, sending shivers down my entire being. Never in a hundred years could I explain myself and my behavior. I hadn’t been this kind of girl. Sure I partied and went a little crazy sometimes, but I had been strict with dating and sex. I never fucked on a first date. Hell, we had just met, never even went out. Renel would never believe me if I told her what was happening.

My brain was fuzzy as we continued in some sort of soft foreplay. His thick fingers had found their way down the front of my jeans, rubbing generously on my stiffening clit and entrance. My breath hitched as one found its way inside of me, petting at the spongy g-spot. I couldn’t keep my knees from buckling under that sort of pressure. I remembered stumbling around in an attempt to find something solid to hold onto, or at least steady myself on as he rid me of my clothes. I could remember removing his skin tight shirt and finally getting an eyeful of his sculptured physique. He was carved artfully as if by a woman with taste and experience. My hands explored his torso, slowly but surely making their way down my boxers. I ran a polished nail down the shaft of his throbbing cock, only to grab the entirety and grace it with a few passing pumps. His belt and jeans found themselves on the floor along with mine.

I had no time to feel the inevitable embarrassment. “Mingi-“ I moaned as he took the initiative to set me on the table, lips now working down my stomach and hips. A strong hand pushed gently on my chest and gestured for me to lay back and I followed with no hesitation. The icy sensation of the vinyl coating made me shiver, but I recovered as soon as his fingers hooked to the hem of my panties. My breathe caught in my throat, Mingi dragging the garment down my legs and letting them fall where they may.

“You’re sure you’re good with this?” He asked once more, looking down at me from his standing position. His eyes were soft and concerned but I could tell he was barely hanging on. His lids sat halfway across his iris, cutting off the light to his eyes. He looked dark and sexy, but alluring. The tattoos that weren’t apparent earlier were now proudly on display.

I only reeled back slightly at the sight of his miniature. Well, you could hardly call it miniature, but you know what I meant. The dick held itself proudly, the tip a dark pink and mushroomed, while the rod was stained a lighter hue, coursing with a few deliciously placed veins.

With as tender of intentions as possible, I reached to caress the decorated man’s chest and feel the heat emitting from the skin. He was as soft as satin, the feeling becoming addictive against my fingertips. His hands traveled to meet mine, bringing the appendage to his lips and leaving a few short kisses on the palm before holding it above my head. Our fingers intertwined as his other hand cradled the soft underside of my knee, pushing it upwards.

“I’m sure.” I said finally, eyes meeting his and he came closer, pressing gentle and reassuring kisses to my cheek and neck.

“Good,” he hummed.

Another blurry moment flashed as he said a few sweet things then continued to move his body. Soon enough I was in a comfortable position with a hand in his and one helping him push inside. My head fell backward as a silent sigh left my lips. Oh shit. “Oh Mingi-“ the words fell fluidly as he breached past my entrance. The stretch alone brought me back to reality, only to be pulled back into whatever sensual scene this was as he began to adjust. His breath was low but not indistinguishable, I could tell he was already feeling good. A second or so passed in silence until the pit in my stomach had grown twice it’s normal size.

“You can move.” I say, slight circling my hips. A pained hiss left Mingi’s plump lips. He takes the bottom in between his teeth and nods as his hips break their isolation

I felt as though my lungs had been palpated, deprived of air and squeezed to the brink. I felt like I was drowning but I couldn’t stop this. This was all too good. Mingi moved with a steady rhythm and intensity. His hands roamed my chest, poking and prodding at my breasts and using them for leverage for his powerful thrusts. I almost felt ridiculous as lewd noises leaked from my throat. My body shook with excitement and my voice was shaky with adrenaline.

“So cute. I can’t fucking stand it.” He growled next to my ear as he punctuated each word with a particularly sharp thrust. I couldn’t believe I had come here to accompany Hongjoon on a drunken tattoo venture, and ended up fucking the artist.

His motions grabbed me as wild, someone with experience in pleasure. Mingi’s body was following a natural progression as the bulbous head of his well endowed cock nestled against my cervix with each violent bash of our hips. A slight shake wracked my muscles and joints as the pressure and endurance of our position grew tiresome. I was exhausted but so ready to reach a peak with him. Coils tightened in my abdomen when Mingi’s voice sounded, moans and small grunts of praise echoed from him.

“Fuck-so good-“ he panted into my neck as his body curled around mine, encasing me in a lustful embrace. Mingi’s toned arms wrapped around my shoulders and waist while his forehead dropped to my collarbone. I could feel the change in angles as he hoisted my torso upwards to meet his, somewhat suspended in air. The erratic pace and movements of his hips reminded me of some crazed animal in heat. I felt the same way though. My body was craving each and every thing Mingi would give to me. His now harsh grips left marks on my skin that I wild find later; they’d bring back me memories of this night and how desperately I would be chasing a feeling like this again.

Creaks and screeches wailed from the legs of the table, yet Mingi couldn’t have cared any less. My arms gripped around his waist, in a way, propelling him forward. “Mingi!” My voice grew weaker in the moment. I was coming close.

“Mmm- fuck…” Mingi groaned against my skin, lips flattening to my chest and hair falling messily over my shoulder. I let my body speak for me as the intensity of his movements and brought me higher and higher. My walls closed around him, clenching in an effort to warn him that I was there. “Mingi! Uh! Gonna cum-“ I moan directly into the man’s ear, hoping to affect him the way I wanted to. “Mm- go ahead baby. You can cum.” His breath was hot as he lifted his head to face me, pressing a kiss to my lips as he quickened his pace. I couldn’t stop the chorus of moans, colored in shock as he pushed me over the edge.

I lay in waves of bliss. One surge after the other. If I was being honest, I had never cum first in any of my previous encounters. This was a once in a lifetime experience for me and I wasn’t going to lie, it was beautiful.

Mingi stalls briefly before sighing in satisfaction as he pulls out of me. My body immediately misses the weight of him inside of me, closing around nothing but air and slick ejaculat. My chest is heaving as I caught my breath, warm fuzzy feelings filling my body. Never had I ever had an orgasm quite like that.

It was soon interrupted at the sound of Mingi’s hand sliding over his still hard erection. I had been so caught up in my own pleasure that I forgot that he hadn’t cum yet. I peak downward at the beautiful man, his face scrunched a bit as he leans over my body. Without much thought I place my smaller hand in his. I can see a smirk forming on his lips as he allows me to help him rub his moistened dick. His eyes open slightly as we make contact, gazes holding intently as waves of pleasure flood his system. I never break eye contact as he reaches his final breath, our hands slow and a loud cry erupts from the man.

“Oh shit- oh fuck-“ Mingi mumbles quietly, forehead nudged to mine as he unloads on my stomach. I was quick to find Mingi’s jaw and yank his sight forward, our eyes meeting once again. “You’re so pretty.” I kiss him before he can answer my statement.

“Me?” He huffs confused. His string brow bone dips in concern of the comment. “Yes, you. You’re very pretty.” I reply, pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.” He says genuinely as heaves and tries to catch his breath.

——

“Soooo…. Do you still want that tattoo?” Mingi jokes as he holds the collar of my shirt open above me, placing it down over my head and resting it on my shoulders.

“I might have to take a rain check on that. I’m kinda tired.” My voice was hoarse and losing volume by the minute. A mix of drinking and calling his name for an hour would do the trick.

“Anytime, really. I do actually do tattoos. I swear. I’m not just a whore.” He laughs, looking down at me as I finish dressing myself and heave a sigh.

“I believe you.”

“Good. Do you think you’ll be back?” He questioned, flicking the light switch and opening the door for me. It was almost 5 am and I had no alibi for when Renel inevitably asks what kept me out so late. My cheeks flushed as I thought over the details. I might just tell her, just to see her reaction. If I knew anything about Renel, it was that she’d flip if I told her I fucked the tattoo guy.

“I’ll be back. For that tattoo and also… you know, if you ever wanna…” I led the the statement, looking down at my hands as he walked along side me towards the dorms. “I’m down. You know for tattoos… and… yeah.” He agreed. It was barely dawn, but I could tell his cheeks were as red as mine.

As soon as we reached my dormitory, I turned to face the man who had just made my night. I craned my neck upwards to face him. Gosh he was beautiful, especially in the light of the rising sun. “Thank you so much for tonight Mingi. And for walking me home.”

“Of course. Anytime, really. Have a good night.” He said gently.

“Or I guess morning. Have a Good morning.” He repeated. I chuckled slightly, placing a hand on his chest gingerly and pushing myself to stand on my tiptoes. I was hoping Mingi would get the idea and thankfully he did. His strong hands embraced me one last time as we shared a kiss. Nothing lustful or suggestive. A light, sweet, tender kiss.

“Have a good morning Mingi.” I said finally as we broke the kiss and I ran off towards the dorm doors.

“Tell me EVERYTHING!” A shrill voice echoed throughout the whole room as Renel surprised me at the door. My heart nearly burst out of my chest.

“Girl, sit down. You’re gonna love this!”

~The End~

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love-me-satoru · 5 months

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The Bet.

a/n:Okay so i finally finished it. i feel like its a lot. this is also based on this thought i had a few days ago. also this was a little hard for me since this was my first throuple so yeah. thank you!

Gojo x Nanami x Reader 🫶

You’ve been dating your boyfriends for over a year now. you love them both equally but they still fight over one little thing who can make you cum first. they may have made a little friendly bet on who could make you cum first with only their fingers. And these men. Have some big ass hands.

Nanami’s fngers are girthy. the stretch of just one finger is almost unbearable two can make you scream. Gojo’s fingers are long. They reach all the spots you can’t. his fingers can almost fuck up your cervix. you literally love both of them but when they get this way it’s just a lot.

You came home after a stressful day at work seeing Gojo in the kitchen making him something to drink he notices you

“Hey baby, how was work?”

“could of been better.”

as you’re explaining your day Gojo walks around you to hug you from behind softly leaving kisses on your neck.

“Toru.. what are you doing.?”

“you seem a little stressed baby. lemme help you.”

he’s still kissing you. hands roaming your body.

“you’re so good for me baby.”

Gojo guides you to the couch slowly sliping off your clothes leaving you in just your parties and bra. When your other boyfriend walks through the front door. you didn’t notice he came home until Gojo said something.

“Hey Ken Wanna help our girl. She had a stessful day today”

your eyes wided face red slightly embrassed.

Gojo is still kissing your neck leaving soft bruises when Nanami is slowly walking towards you both taking his tie off. Gojo sits down and guides you to straddle his lap as he continues his assault on your neck while Nanami is just watching.

“you should share satoru..”

moaning gojo’s name you look over to nanami staring at him lust burning in your eyes

“Play with me ken..”

that was enough for him to pull you from gojo’s lap to his own and pulls you into a heated make out session Gojo just staring in shock.

“didn’t take you to be a greedy man Kento”

“shut up Satoru”

Nanami pulls off your bra and discards it on the floor with his big hands he cups your breasts softly massaging them trying to make you more vocal.

“what do you want me to do baby?”

“Anything please.. Ken”

Nanami gives Gojo a smug look and smirks

“Turn around for me baby.”

he helps you turn around and settle you with your back flushed against his chest. Feet settling on his knees. spread open for both of them.Gojo places himself between you pulling off your panties discarding it with your bra to reveal that your were soaking.

Gojo licked his lips ready to devour you but held back this once.

“So baby.. before we do anything we have something to tell you. Me and ken have been talking and we wanna try something.”

you stare at him with confused look. “okay..?” your voice wavering.

“Don’t worry Love everything is going to be fine.”

Nanami is kissing your neck again as you relax against him.

“Okay.. just stop teasing me please..”

Gojo wasted no time running his hands up your legs running kisses up your legs and stops when he gets close to your cunt.

whining “Satoru please..”

“Don’t worry sweet girl imma take care of you.”

He runs his fingers through your folds pulling soft moans from you. he taps your clit a couple times. for you to twitch

“So reactive..”

“is sensitive.. satoru”

He slowly inserts one finger inside you and slowly pumps in and out of you.

“holy shit baby.. she’s sucking me in.”

he puts another finger in slowly scissoring your cunt open

“toru.. more please”

“Come on Satoru. She’s asking nicely.”

“What Kento, Can you do better?”

Gojo pulls his fingers out as you whine and pout. When Nanami’s hand goes directly towards your pussy and he roughly shoves two fingers into your soaking cunt.

“Kento!” you moan against his chest. unintentionally clenching around his fingers.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“Satoru. Shut Up. She needed more and you weren’t giving it so i did.”

as he continues to roughly fuck you with his fingers Gojo is sitting there with a pout. You’re starting to squirm moaning nanami’s name over and over again.

“gonna cum.. Ken”

Nanami’s smirking at Gojo

Gojo decided at the last minute that if He was going to play dirty. He can too. He pulls out his fingers and quickly shoved three of his own fingers in pumping at an ungodly speed.

“Oh my God! Satoru! I’m cumming!!” as you squirt all over Gojo’s fingers

nanami stares in disbelief

“I can’t believe you did that Gojo”

“Damn using my last name. but I just did what you did Nanami, I gave out girl what she wanted” Gojo said with a smile.

you were confused but you didn’t care You were in complete bliss. Resting completely against Nanami’s chest slumping down.

“i love you both so much”

“We love you too princess” they say simultaneously.

a/n: Please please please let me know how i did. i don’t mind criticism i feel like i need it thank you! 💙

alsooo thank you for the support! 💜

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bugs1nmybrain · 10 months

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Aizawa NSFW Headcanons

Minors Don’t Interact. If you’re under 18, take a walk!

Warnings: NSFW 18+, fem-reader, pretty vanilla, some of these headcanons aren’t exactly nsfw, daddy kink

Aizawa pretty much doms always. He can get a little lazy and will definitely let you ride on top of him or give him head, but he’s always the one that takes the lead

He can get rough at your request or if he’s pent up. He’s not like this always, though.

His pace isn’t slow though, it’s always at a beautiful rhythm and hits your g-spot perfectly

Aizawa lost his virginity in his early 20s. He lost it to a partner of a long-term relationship that he’s no longer in

His dick is big. He’s about 6 and a half inches long and girthy. He wears those baggy sweatpants for a reason.

He’s aware that he has that paternal vibe to him, and isn’t entirely against a daddy kink, but he doesn’t like overkill of it. It makes him feel uncomfortable if overused.

This isn’t related to sex, but Aizawa occasionally smokes weed. It’s not everyday, but when he has time off he’ll smoke to ease stress and also loosen his muscles up. It also helps his PTSD

Actually, to make it about sex, sometimes Aizawa gets horny when he’s stoned

Has had sex in alleyways before, but he doesn’t like doing it that much. He did it more when he was younger, but he’s grown more domestic over the years.

Always uses a condom, unless you’re on some form of birth control or have an IUD

Even then though, he prefers to cum on your stomach or back because he doesn’t want to risk pregnancy

He may be open to kids at some point but it’ll be a while. He has plenty to take care of already, he needs adult time.

He hasn’t had a large number of sexual partners. Maybe 5 people in total.

Honestly, he’s not too interested in sex if he’s not in a relationship. He sees it as unimportant at best

He also doesn’t masturbate very often

He’s actually very vanilla, to be honest. He doesn’t have many fetishes or kinks. He does enjoy bondage (you receiving) and edging. Again, he’s not exactly against the daddy kink.

Shouta can control his volume during sex, but if you tell him that you like hearing him make noise, he’ll let groans and deep breaths out

Isn’t circumcised

Doesn’t shave

Enjoys blowjobs a lot, but he knows that he’s big (he’s humble about it) and doesn’t expect you to choke yourself on his cock (unless you want to).

His favorite positions are pretty standard: cowgirl, missionary, doggy

Aizawa isn’t picky about body types, but he’s a little bit of a chubby chaser. He loves ladies with full, curvy figures and soft tummies for him to sleep on.

He does like slim girls as well though!

Aizawa doesn’t identify with a label, but he’s probably demisexual and bi if he had to pick

He’s pretty cuddly, actually

He’ll allow you to blabber to him when you wake up on a weekend morning and are resting in bed. But he’s probably not fully listening

Loves makeup sessions, but it’s SO hard to initiate them with him. He doesn’t initiate them, at least not in a flashy way. They’ll typically start from cuddling session.

Enjoys taking showers with you, whether they get sexual or not. Sometimes just feeling your skin pressed on his feels comforting and helps with bonding between you two.

Shower sex sucks though because positions are weird

Especially if you’re short

He’s great at eating your pussy. He works sort of slowly but he knows how to get your blood flowing with just the right pressure from his lips and tongue.

Loves seeing you in cute clothes. Skirts and leggings and pumps are some of his favorites to see on you.

Doesn’t like schoolgirl-looking clothes, though. It makes him uncomfortable and reminds him of his students, which isn’t a nice thought.

Not exactly NSFW, but he feels so awkward saying “I love you”, because of course he loves you, but it feels forced at certain points.

It’s not often, but he does say it during moments where you’re bonding in a mundane environment.

He loves spending time with you, but unfortunately, his two jobs get in between you two having an abundance of it. He tries to leave the weekends flexible because he does appreciate the time you spend together

He prefers stay-in dates doing pretty much anything you want to do. He’s open to activities, as long as it isn’t ridiculous or annoying.

He can last a long time. Sometimes he can’t finish very fast, even.

Isn’t incapable of dirty talk. He can be really teasy sometimes and knows the right things to say to make you feel horny.

#aizawa #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader

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sanjoongie · 2 months

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: 𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜

🥀Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact

🥀Au: superhero

🥀Trope: co-workers with benefits

🥀Summary: When a particular mission causes you to almost tip over the edge from hero to villain, Jongho is the soothing balm to take your stress away

🥀Kinks: size kink, manhandling, ripping of tights, finger sucking, fingering (f), soft!dom! Jongho, bratty!sub! Reader, oral (f), bdsm (use of the color system), spanking, stomach bulge, penetrative sex without a barrier, creampie

🥀Word Count: 1,529

🥀Betas: n/a

🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation/ Edging

“Jongho, put me down!” You screamed at your teammate.

“No.” Jongho’s voice was decibels deeper in his huge form.

“I will burn your hand if you don’t let me go!” You insisted.

Jongho, a superhero who could change his size depending on what was needed, currently had his hand wrapped around your waist. He was carrying you away from the fight that Hongjoong and Wooyoung were wrapping up. Hongjoong had commanded Jongho to take you away from the fight immediately. You were one step away from becoming a villain, and Hongjoong wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Then burn my hand,” Jongho said with a shrug that brought you higher into the air with the motion. “Hongjoong said you needed to cool down, so we’re going to the park’s lake.”

You froze in your struggles. Surely Jongho wasn’t serious? “He didn’t mean that literally!”

Jongho’s lips twisted into a smirk. “No, but you are a literal hot head, so we are playing it safe.”

You started to pound your fists on Jongho’s finger. “Let me go! I’ll bite you!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Jongho chuckled deeply.

You sighed and gave up. “This is hardly fair.”

“Ember.” Jongho referred to you by your alias. “You took it too far back there.”

“Whatever,” you brushed it off, “The villains are getting captured and put away. That’s all that matters.”

Jongho shot you a look that said he knew better. “You let your anger get the better of you. You have to have more control since you’re so powerful.”

“Yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “Spare me the lecture. Just throw me in the lake.”

Jongho didn’t throw you in the lake, but he did take you back to HQ. With your consent and well being his top priority, he took you to his bed, and aimed to fuck some stress out of you.

Jongho made himself big to the extent of being seven feet tall. All his other features expanded to accommodate the height. His fingers were thicker and bigger. He could manhandle you like you were a blow-up doll, and you let him take advantage of the situation.

The first thing he did was shove two fingers into your mouth in order to keep your mouth from going. Then, while your tongue obediently swirled around the pads of his fingers, he rubbed his fingers against the slit of your clothed pussy. You hummed around his fingers as he made you feel damn good with his other hand.

“Are you doing okay, pretty?” Jongho leaned over to check in.

You nodded. Your tongue chased after his fingers as he pulled them from your mouth. Still, you knew the drill. You may be in the right headspace to focus solely on the pleasure growing between your legs, but you knew how important it was to be vocal during these sessions. “More, please,” you chirped happily.

Jongho shook his head but smiled happily. “Greedy guts.”

Jongho proceeded to pull aside the leotard that was part of your costume. He ripped the tights beneath, baring your cunt to the cool air of Jongho’s room. You whimpered as your aching pussy was exposed. The chill of the air against the wetness of your folds made you feel lewd and dirty. Jongho’s larger fingers, fresh from your mouth pushed against your folds and brushed your clit and you cocked your pelvis upwards to catch his fingers in the right places.

Jongho easily held your lower half down as he rubbed your leisurely. “So eager when you should be prepping yourself,” Jongho tsked at you.

“Jongho, manhandle me,” You whined.

Jongho sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

Jongho gripped each one of your thighs, hands wrapping completely around them, and he pulled your lower body upwards so that your body weight was braced by your neck. Your chin was touching your chest as Jongho held your upper body high in the air. Jongho’s tongue that was big enough width-like to practically sweep your entire pussy with one flick, lapped at you.

You squirmed at the feeling, looking to get both more of it and to get away from it. It was a lot of pleasure. “Jo-Jongho, softer.”

Jongho blushed. He was always worried about using his larger stature against you. “So-sorry,” He stuttered.

Jongho's tongue carefully poked at your hole and you groaned, arching your back uselessly to get the wet appendage further into your cunt. Jongho stretched your hole a few times with his tongue. Your mind was white noise at that point. “Oh god, oh shit, Jongho, fuuuucckkkk, that-that’s so, fuck, oh my god.”

Jongho pulled his tongue out from you to check in again. “Green or Yellow?”

“Green, oh my god, so green,” you rushed to confirm.

Jongho moved back so that he could let you lay on your back and rest your neck and back. He sat on the edge of the bed and then dragged you with a careful hand wrapped around one of your ankles. You squealed in glee as he manhandled you. Jongho laughed under his breath quietly.

“C’mere, pretty,” Jongho murmured.

Jongho lifted you by wrapping his hands around your waist. He maneuvered you to straddle his lap, legs bent, feet tucked under your ass. His eyes sought yours out to make sure you heard his words. “Gonna hold your arms behind your back and fuck you now, okay? If you want me to slow down or stop, you know your colors,” He instructed.

“Yes, Jongho,” you confirmed.

You were predisposed with rubbing your pussylips against Jongho’s length. He was so large that he put most ‘big’ dildos to shame. You loved him at this size for more reasons than Jongho would ever know. You loved to be stretched and filled, but more importantly, you enjoyed assuring Jongho that he wasn’t going to hurt anyone he cared for when he was big.

Jongho easily held your hands behind your back with one hand and the other guided his cock to your waiting hole. “Be good for me, pretty, and take all of me.”

Your eyes fluttered shut with the pleasure of being stretched to accommodate Jongho’s girth. “Jongho, you feel so fucking good, oh god.”

It took patience and a sturdy mental disposition, but when Jongho was sheathed into you fully, his thumb stroked the obvious stomach bulge you had because of his large cock. “Look at how good your cunt takes my cock, pretty.”

You rocked your hips, getting some motion of Jongho’s cock moving in and out of you. “Fill me up, Jongho, c’mon, fuck me full of your cum.”

Jongho’s larger hand softly but firmly came down on your ass to halt your motions. “Stop that.”

“Jongho!” You whined, “I’m green!”

“Yeah, well, your cunt is so fucking tight and soft that I think I’m going to cum prematurely, so wait!” He said through gritted teeth.

You smiled impishly. “How good is my pussy, Jongho?”

Jongho laughed and groaned at the same time. “Fuck, you’re incorrigable.”

“Fuck me, Jongho!” You begged. “Fuck my tiny pussy, please.”

“Goddamn it,” Jongho cursed and then began to softly buck his hips.

The soft strokes of his cock inside of you had you whimpering in happiness. “Yes, Jongho, fuck me baby, fuck me.”

You were a simple, babbling mess as Jongho took his time fucking up into your pussy. He was so careful, focusing on every inch that went inside of your pussy. He was cautious as his cockhead nudged your womb, but you made noises of pleasure each time it did so, so he pulled out so that his head was barely inside of you and then pushed back in until it hit your womb again.

“Should just fuck your sweet lips with the head of my cock, you’d still come undone by that,” Jongho threatened lightly.

“Oh god, Jongho,” you groaned at the imagery of such a thing in your head.

“Keep your hands locked at your back,” Jongho ordered firmly, and you wrapped your fingers around your opposite hand’s wrist.

His hand instead engulfed the back of your head and tipped your head back so that he placed a large, wet kiss on your neck, making a hickey that was larger than life. You groaned at the sensation of feeling so fucking tiny for your giant of a co-worker.

“You gonna come undone on my big fucking cock,” Jongho asked you.

“Oh god yes,” You moaned, bouncing perfectly on his cock.

The two of you came together, Jongho’s teeth carefully set to your shoulder, muffling his groan that had the potential to shake the paintings hanging on the wall. His cock filled you with enough of his cum that it simply poured down to the floor to gather there in a puddle under you two. Your orgasm had been slow in coming, and gentle in nature, so it shook your entire body as you came.

You collapsed against Jongho completely, and he held you so tenderly. “Still feel like killing a criminal?” Jongho joked.

“No,” You said, smacking your lips tiredly, “Just keep me as a pet in your room like this and I’ll never threaten to kill another soul again.”

🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation/Edging

#joongfryefff24 #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #atz smut #choi jongho smut #jongho smut #choi jongho x reader #topaz's work #ღatz

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ssailormoonn · 2 months

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NSFW Alphabet | Naruto Uzumaki

MASTERLIST ┊BORUTO/NARUTO MASTERLIST

WC; 2.4k+┊MDNI!┊TW; Breeding, fab!fem!reader, praise + many more

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A = Aftercare

Naruto would want you to feel as good as possible after sex. He would be pulling your body close to his, placing soft and delicate kisses over your neck and face. If you still had the energy to stay awake, he'd hold your bridal style and take you into the bathroom asking you if you want to take a shower or a bath (bsfr you'd have to pick bath bc ur legs are wobbly from Naruto pounding you🫶) Naruto would put scented oils and salts into that bath because he knows that's what you like even though he doesn't know the purpose of them. If his love is too tired to move anywhere, he'll dampen a washcloth with warm water and soothe your entire body with it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ B = Body Part (Himself and You)

(Himself) I'm like 100% sure that Naruto loves his abs and his body size, the way his body towers over yours is just something that gets that man going fr. Absolutely goes feral when you drag your nails/ fingers down his chest when making out or when you're riding him. Naruto loves the way chills go down his spine every time you do that.

(His favourite about you) He loves all of you but if he had to pick one (or two...) it def has to be your thighs and your lovely titties. Naruto just loves it when he eats you out and your thighs close tightly around his head, only for him to push your quivering legs out. He absolutely loves ur boobs. Aftercare? nuzzling his head in between your titties. During sex? sucking on your titties. Any time of the day? touching ur titties.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ C = Cum (Anything to do with it)

I headcanon that Naruto would be too scared to cum inside you when you two ditch the condom, cumming on your boobs or thighs (bc that's his favourite spot ofc) But guys here me out, he's got a whole fox in him, doesn't he? Sometimes Naruto can't help but cum inside your gushing cunt, Naruto would be a whole whimpering and moaning mess just begging you to let him cum inside you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ D = Dirty Secret

Simple, cockwarming him as he does his duties as Hokage. Nothing more, nothing less. And Oh my Goodness he would tease you and edge you on. Telling you, "I'll let you come after I finish this email." But he never lets you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ E = Experience

If both of you were inexperienced virgins, Naruto would somehow be less experienced than you. It would all start off with makeout sessions, whether it be on the couch in bed or wherever the hell it may be. It would then lead to both Naruto and your hands touching each other, slowly having your hands exploring each other as breathy moans escape both of your two's mouth

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ F = Favourite position

I have three positions that I personally think Naruto would be doing. Straight away, 18-year-old Naruto would finally be of age and be such a big golden retriever during sex, He'd want to hold you close and see your pretty face under him in Missionary. Naruto would be pounding you, your gummy walls clenching around him while he stims your soaked pussy, having your nails dig into his back.

Now, The Last Naruto or Naruto in his early 20s would love Doggy, idk why but I just feel like he'd need that authority to rearrange your guts from behind. Seeing your face buried in the pillow letting out moans and your dainty hands scrambling at the sheets, trying to get away. Naruto loves to grab your waist and hips in this position, seeing the difference in size just gets him going, seeing his pretty little darling so small compared to his buff and tall physic just makes him rutt his hips into you faster. OMG don't get me started on when he leans forward, his tone chest pressing against the small of your back 😵‍💫

My personal favourite is Hokage Naruto, late 20s or early 30s. Hear me out, Prone Bone guys. He'd have you laying on your stomach with a small pillow under your lower abdomen, just so Naruto can pound you at the right angle. His knees would be pushing your legs apart as they tremble at each thrust he makes. Placing hot, wet kisses on the back of your neck and the side of your face, his hands holding yours above your head, leaving you helpless as he pounds into you. Naruto loves feeling you tremble underneath him, each shudders getting direct contact with his chest. Being goofy in this moment goes out the window, he's whispering praises in your ear, telling you to take each and all of his loads into your tight walls.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ G = Goofy

I'm gonna say he'd make a joke here and there to make the tension less tension, ykwim, but oh lord, there are sometimes when all this man wants to do is pound your insides and that's all he needs to do. If you guys are having more of a slow and sensual moment he'd say a couple of things to make you let out a soft laugh and blow raspberries agasint your skin.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ H = Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes)

He is pretty well groomed and only grooms it if you want him to do so, his hair is slightly darker than his natural blonde hair and has a little bit of a trail leading down. Naruto hates to admit it, but he loves when your hands are pressed firmly down against his skin and then you drag your hands down over the trail 🫣

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I = Intimacy

This man is so intimate, that Naruto would be having his way with you but still making sure that his pretty lady is still having the time of her life. He makes sure to do everything right in that moment, doing everything he knows that you like, praise and everything.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ J = Jack off

Def jacks off to you. Gets off on the thought of you fingering urself moaning abt how much you need him when he isn't be able to see you at that time.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ K = Kink

Okay, guys like I mentioned before 🫣 Praise and breeding. I know that Naruto has a whole fox inside him so that must influence some things about his behaviour, right? Getting possessive urges over his lady, wanting to fill you up and see your stomach swell with his children, just gets him going. The poor man can't help it when you're clenching his shaft so tight, your technically just asking to be filled. Naruto would plug it up with his fingers and just keep his dick nuzzled up into your pussy so none of it leaks out 🫶

And praise, both praise for him and you, girl. Imagine this golden retriever eating you out or thrusting into you so lovingly, how could you not praise this man? "Doin' so well f'me," and "Making me feel so good,", "So pretty," You tell him this and Naruto just looses it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ L = Location

Is more into secluded spaces and indoor spaces, he loves taking you to bed because he knows how much room you two have to have fun in. Wouldn't say no to doing it on the couch or the kitchen or table counter. Wants to fuck you love this desk in the Hokages office, cfi 🤷‍♀️

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ M = Motivation

Literally anything 😭 You could be cooking and he'd wanna fuck you over the counter. Naruto's Libdo is so high, well he does have a fox in him- a whole animal spirit- they get into ruts don't they? Imaging Kurama's rut influencing Naruto's actions towards you 😵‍💫 gonna fill you up with come for days

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ N = NO

NC and degrading. I don't think my pretty boy would want to be degraded ever, considering his childhood when everyone was putting him down. Naruto would probably get flashbacks, the poor baby. Especially getting degraded during sex? BIG NO. Sex is supposed to make someone feel good and he always focuses on your pleasure, so if degrading words came out of your mouth.. lets just say Naruto would be pouting about it.

Non-consensual would be a no for him unless it was previously established, like somnophilia, but I doubt that Naruto would do that anyway. He loves it when you are awake to he can hear all the pretty noises leaving your mouth clearly and feel your hands helplessly grip at his back and arms, and the eye contact makes him go feral. So, in conclusion, he prefers consensual sex so its more of a romantic and better experience for both of you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ O = Oral

I'm pretty sure he doesn't mind, he loves getting his head squished between a pair of soft and plushy thighs but I'm sure that Naruto would be leaning to more of the receiver side. Naruto loves to see your mouth and plump lips struggle to take his whole length into his mouth, he just loves the sensation he gets from the acts you give him. Naruto lets out deep groans while his fingers intertwine into your hair, encouraging you to continue.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ P = Pace

He'd be into more slow and romantic sex but there are times when he just wants to fully pound and rearrange your insides, wants to feel those sticky walls clamp down on him as his thrusts get deeper inside of you. As Naruto got older I think he'd prefer slightly rougher sex because of the stress but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy going all slow for his lady.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Q = Quickie

He doesn't particularly go for a quickie but with his Hokage duties he kinda has to, you know. He much prefers taking his time with you, making you feel good, and making sure you are all filled with him over many rounds of sensual fucking, making sure he is able to leave his mark.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ R = Risk

In the Hokages office is probably the biggest risk he is going to take when having sex with you, adrenaline just runs through his body at the thought of getting caught by someone but he knows that will never happen.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ S = Staminay

Naruto has a lot of stamina, a lot of it. The amount of Chakra he possesses could make him last for days but he knows that his pretty darling needs breaks and rests during sex. Naruto would slowly eat you out whenever you needed a break or slowly fingering your clamping walls if you needed a breather.

The average time frame he'd usually go for is probably 30 minutes or shorter depending on how tired his pretty gf is.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ T = Toys

He isn't again them because he would rather you get pleasure from his dick so that you'd have no choice but to be all needy for him when he's away on missions or not being able to come home in time for doing Hokage duties. If you two do have toys, he'd keep them away from you while he's away so you can get all clingy when he gets back

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ U = Unfair

He isn't too unfair but he just loves to tease you when you're writhing in pleasure underneath him. Naruto teasing you if what he's doing to your body is too much or if you can't take it is something he loves to do because when you don't give a verbal answer he stops his movement and waits until you regain your composure once again. But other than that he is pretty much a service dom.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ V = Volume

At the start of the relationship, he was quick loud, he leat out whimpers and moans at any advance you' 'd take to his body but as you two grew older his whimpers and moans turned more into groans of pleasure. His voice deepened as he got older hence the groans but there are still times when you're making him feel so good he can not keep down the pleasure your creating for him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ W = Wild or tame

Really depends on his mood, to be honest. If he is in a bad mood or not but I'd say he is usually tame to a certain extent, he doesn't like to see his darling in to much pain from fucking. Naruto knows how much you handle so hw won't ever pass those limits unless you verbally tell him that before you start to have sex (he knows how lost you can get within the moment)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ X = X-ray

Looking at that X-ray he definitely sits above average on length, so above 6 inches, keep in mind that Naruto is quite tall, six foot, right? and he is quite a buff man as well so he definitely isn't lacking in girth either, the right length to pleasure anyone and because he is so big, it just makes everything so tight for him, Naruto can't handle it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Y = Yearning

Would want to have you all the time, he is like a 'recovering' addict, even after he he restrains himself from having sex with you all the time. He just loves filling you with his cum because he just loves watching it seep out of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Z = ZzzzZzz

Naruto either has no energy or has so much energy he could do a whole marathon, with no in-between. He would either fall on top of you after sex in exhaustion or he would pick you up and help you get cleaned up. I feel that Naruto just loves your titties too much to actually leave them yk. Loves snuggling close to you as he falls asleep, he wants to make sure you know that you're loved either way

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc.

Relogs and like are appreciated.

MASTERLIST

BORUTO/NARUTO MASTERLIST

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mj-iza-writer · 4 months

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Triggers: Drugging. Abuse. Voyeurism. Black Market.

What if Whumper ran a dark web only fans, and Whumpee has to endure whatever Whumper's fans pay for.

"Hello everyone, I'm here live with Whumpee", Whumper slams their hands down on Whumpee's shoulder causing a muffled groan from a gagged and muzzled Whumpee.

"The same rules apply, five dollars to elongate their suffering by five minutes. Ten dollars to elongate the torture for thirty minutes. You can pick what their punishment is for thirty dollars", Whumper walked around to the camera, "rules are simple, I won't kill them, so don't bother asking, they are how I get paid."

Whumper smiled, "as requested Whumpee has not had anything to eat or drink since our last live show a few days ago. I will be removing that request for this one, as they will need to eat and drink something after this. They've been a bit cranky lately so I will have to feed them."

"My account is open, Whumpee is very excited to see what happens", Whumper turned to Whumpee, "aren't you?"

Whumpee pulled against the ropes tying them down to the chair.

"That's the spirit", Whumper turned and watched their account filling with money, "we have some eager fans today."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper picked up a whip.

"I'm just going to whip them until we get a request", Whumper turned to Whumpee and began the assault.

Whumpee fell forward shakingly when Whumper stopped to check the request.

"That's dam near a hundred dollars in fives and tens. Looks like we'll be here for a while", Whumper smiled into the camera, "I also see two request, and your money has been deposited."

Whumper grabbed a bottle of water and took a big drink, "first request is to give Whumpee salt water", Whumper began pouring salt into the bottle, "this is going to suck for them, they are so dehydrated from not getting water, they'll drink this right up, but the salt will suck away any water they may have."

Whumper shook the bottle as they removed the muzzle and gag.

"Drink it", Whumper shoved the bottle into Whumpee's mouth and tipped it. Whumpee started to choke as the water dumped into their mouth, but the flood didn't relent.

"The second request came from the same person, and they asked to also pour some of the salt water into Whumpee's face", Whumper yanked the bottle out of Whumpee's mouth and dumped the rest onto Whumpee's face.

Whumpee screamed as they clenched their eyes closed. They instinctively tried to lift their hands to wipe their face, but they were limited by the ropes.

As they continued to scream, Whumper replaced the gag into Whumpee's mouth.

"Those muffled cries are so sweet", Whumper walked to the camera, then eyed the account, "just a reminder I do limit these to five hour sessions, if my math is correct we are over three hours. My account will freeze when it is maxed, and it will not allow any more five dollar or ten dollar payments."

Whumpee slumped forward as tears streamed down their face. Their eyes and throat burnt from the excessive salt. Their tongue felt like it was swiveling up.

"Hmm, I like this request", Whumpee heard Whumper laugh, "do your favorite punishment to Whumpee."

Whumpee gulped.

Whumper grabbed a pair of pliers and approached Whumpee.

"My favorite punishment is to pull off fingernails. They scratched me once. After that I decided it was easier just to remove the nails instead of wasting time cutting and filing them", Whumper started to pull the nails off one by one as Whumpee screamed louder and louder.

Whumpee's throat was raw by the end, their fingers were numb as blood dripped from the tips.

Whumper walked over to the monitor, "hmm, hey Whumpee, you'll hate this, but I just received a thirty dollars request to remove your toenails. Are you ready?"

Whumpee frantically shook their head no. They pleadingly looked at Whumper as they knelt down and untied one of Whumpee's feet.

"Pwease", Whumpee begged, "pwease nuh."

Whumpee's breathing was shallow once Whumper was done. Their head bobbed as their vision began to blur.

Whumper looked sadly at the camera as their session would be ending soon.

"So we are at our final few minutes of this live session, and I have one last request that popped up. I am turning off the payments now. You all maxed me out almost instantly and got us to five hours, I'm sure Whumpee was grateful", Whumper chuckled as they looked back at Whumpee.

Whumpee's head hung back, and their breathing was struggled.

"I absolutely appreciate everyone's support on my live feed shows. It is a huge blessing", Whumper stood, "now for the last punishment to be inflicted; find my biggest hammer and take out one of Whumpee's knee caps."

Whumpee's head shot up and they looked worriedly at Whumper.

"Oh that got their attention", Whumper chuckled as they approached Whumpee threatingly, "I need to go get my hammer, be entertaining for them until I return."

Whumpee looked at the camera pleadingly then lowered their head.

Whumper came back with the hammer.

Whumpee looked up pleadingly.

"We have to do it, I've already been paid", Whumper chuckled, then raised the hammer, "it's only one knee, not like you need it."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as the hammer came down.

They groaned as the hammer repeatedly hit down onto their knee.

Whumper stopped and went to the camera, "thankyou again to everyone who joined our live and all of the support. We will be back next week for another live video with Whumpee. That should give them plenty of time to recover."

Whumper turned to look at Whumpee, then backed to the camera.

"Maybe", Whumper laughed, "signing out."

Whumper untied Whumpee and dragged them back to their cell.

"Please, please", Whumpee cried out as they were lowered to the floor.

"Okay, shh. You did such a good job today", Whumper shackled Whumpee to a long chain welded into the wall, "do you want your reward?"

Whumpee wiped away some tears with their arms, leaving a trail of blood along their cheeks.

They looked at Whumper and shakingly nodded.

"Very well, let's get some food and water in you, and I'll drug you up", Whumper laughed.

Whumper helped Whumpee eat and drink.

"Yep that salt water was a harsh one", Whumper filled another cup of water and offered it to Whumpee, "get another cup in you before you become higher than a kite."

Whumpee frowned and watched Whumper move around the room, preparing the drug.

"Okay here we go", Whumper sat down and finished rolling their maraujana special, "fresh from my garden."

Whumper took a few puffs before holding it up for Whumpee.

"That's the stuff", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee started to lose consciousness after a few minutes. One final puff pushed them over the edge. They no longer felt anything. A line of drool spilled from their mouth as they fell asleep.

Whumper sat back against the wall to finish out the joint.

"Light weight", Whumper sighed.

"Get some rest, Whumpee", Whumper blew one more puff at Whumpee's face before pushing them to the floor.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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General NSFW hds for the Bad Batch Boys?

Wow, people are thirsty for them huh? That's ok though, I love your thirsty asks.

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, restraints, size kink, biting, love bites, cum marking, sex toys, cockpit sex, knifeplay, gentle sex, fingering, rough sex, oral, nipple sucking, thigh riding, power play, mutual masturbation, dominance

A/N: I don't think I have anything very new to add that other people haven't already said but here goes.

Hunter is a big fan of receiving, he's good with giving too but he loves to fall apart for you

Covers your back, neck and thighs with lots of bites and loves kissing each one of them later

Loves both restraining you so he can fuck you so hard you pass out later and being restrained while you make him come over and over until

Trails his knife gently across your body, over your thighs, the cool metal and the tickling sensation leaving goosebumps over your skin as you sigh and beg him to take you already

When he's feeling really riled up he'll take you from behind, fast and almost brutal, his hands leaving marks on your hips as he ruts into you until you're a whimpering mess

Crosshair needs to let you know he's in charge, that you belong to him and him only

Makes it clear that if you do a good job pleasing him, sucking him off, making him come, he'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had, but if you fail then he'll make sure to punish you

His punishments consists of not letting you com, no matter how much or how hard he fucks you, no matter how many times he comes, no matter how much you beg or squirm, you cannot come until he's had his fill of you

Loves seeing you covered in his cum

Always makes eye contact when you're having sex, he likes knowing how much you're enjoying yourself

Tech will spontaneously pull you into his lap in the cock pit to grind on his bulge until he creams his pants

Extremely good with his hands and absolutely loves to finger you and have you wildly buck your hips into his hand, your head thrown back in pleasure and your moans and whimpers echoing around the two of you

One of his favorite spots on you are your nipples, he will pinch them, kiss them, bite them, suck an lick them until they're hard peaks against his tongue

He absolutely whimpers when you suck him, be it his cock or his fingers he will become a complete needy mess for you, especially if you suck his fingers while his cock is buried deep inside of you

A bit of a voyeur, loves to watch you masturbate, sometimes he records it for later, of course those videos are just for his eyes

Wrecker loves to tower over you or to hold you in his arms while you ride his cock, he's big in all the right areas and you bet he's gonna use that advantage

Gets hard really fast if you ride his thigh, especially with no barriers between you

Always makes sure to prepare you well for him, he's quite big after all so oral sessions and fingering can go on for quite a while, sometimes you think he drags them on just to make you squirm

Despite being so big and very reckless a lot of the time he always puts your first, when he's on top he's careful not to press down on you too hard, but when you're on top he loves to just sit back and watch his cock disappear and reappear as you ride him

Sometimes, when you've already had a few orgasms and can take it, he will pick you up by your thighs, your back to his chest, spread your thighs as far as he can and hammer his big cock into you

Echo may only have one hand left to do it with bit you bet he's gonna finger you until you're screaming his name

You can sit on his face any time and he'll lick and kiss and suck like his life depends on it, not caring one bit how messy his face gets from it

Loves to tie your hands above your head while he uses a vibrator on you, edging you until you're left a begging, sobbing mess

Mutual masturbation is a favorite of his, he loves knowing you're watching him get off on you, especially with the knowledge that you're both gonna thoroughly clean each other up afterwards

Likes being praised, especially when he's giving you oral and your words are broken up by grunts, moans, pleads, whimpers and sighs of his name

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STORY: Ups And Downs 23

Stranger in the Crowd

When the warehouse doors opened at 6:00 p.m. for the reception, I was still on cloud nine from seeing my sketches on display for all to view…and perhaps to purchase. For 55 minutes, guests and potential customers drifted in until several hundred men had assembled in the massive structure. Some went straight for the artwork, though sales would not actually begin until 7:00, but most just milled around greeting old friends, making new ones, and exchanging phone numbers for subsequent hookups.

Then, at five minutes to 7:00, Aaron mounted a makeshift platform and whistled for everyone to listen up. Aaron thanked everyone for coming and assured them that they could find “that perfect Christmas present for the one you love.” He then acknowledged the presence of some of the artists whose works were on display. Most were from Connecticut or nearby states, but a few had traveled from Europe, Canada, Latin America, Asia, or Australia.

“And last but certainly not least,” proclaimed Aaron as he neared the end of the introductions, “we have the brilliant emerging sketch artist from California, Joe Campbell.” If I had been sitting down, I’m sure I would have fallen out of my seat. “Enjoy the show,” Aaron concluded, and before I could even think to thank him, Woody ushered me back over to the section where my works were hanging, and quite a few men followed us.

As the crowd admired my work, they peppered me with questions. “How long have you been drawing sketches?” “Who are your idols or mentors in the art world?” “Do you also paint?” “Where do you get your inspiration for your work?” “Will you be around all weekend?” “May I suck your dick?”

OK, so that last one wasn’t actually what was said, but I would not be bragging to say that I got hit on a lot, not just then, but throughout the weekend, and if I hadn’t had commitments to Mr. Block, Woody, and Aaron, I most definitely would have taken up some of these men on their propositions. Some of them were fucking hot.

Though I was besieged by fans, I kept looking over to Mr. Block and Woody to make sure I wasn’t needed for some chores, but they kept gesturing for me to stay put and revel in the admiration. By closing time at 9:00, that massive warehouse wasn’t big enough to contain my newly inflated ego.

“The doors will reopen tomorrow morning at 10 o’clock,” announced Aaron, “and don’t forget we will have a drawing session with two gorgeous young models.” I perked up at that announcement. I was not aware of this feature on the agenda, but I accepted eagerly when Aaron asked me if I would come in a couple of hours early to help him set up for the drawing session.

As Mr. Block, Woody, and I were heading toward the exit, Aaron ran up, grabbed my arm, and asked, “You wouldn’t happen to have any more sketches with you, would you?”

“I have my sketch book and my tablet back in my hotel room,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, we sold out of the ones we had posted, all six of them, and I’m sure we could have sold more if we had had them.”

“Wow!” That was all I could say.

“Would you mind if I were to swing by your hotel and look at what you’ve got after I close up here?”

“Uh…oh….” I looked to my bosses to see if they had any problems with this plan, and when they nodded their consent, I gave Aaron my room number and rushed back to the hotel to organize my materials for his visit.

Since Aaron didn’t say how long he would be, I decided to take a quick shower after I laid out my sketches for him. The knock on the door came just as I was stepping out of the shower. Dripping wet, I quickly wrapped one towel around my waist and threw another one over my shoulders.

“Come in, Aaron. Please forgive my appearance. I didn’t expect you so soon.”

“No need to apologize, and your appearance looks pretty damn good to me,” he smiled.

Directing him to the sketches I had laid out, I invited him to look them over while I dried off and put on some clothes.

“Don’t bother on my account,” he said. Walking around behind me, he pulled the towel from my shoulders and began drying off my hair and my back. Then he reached around me with the towel and dried off my chest, belly, and arms. Before I knew what was happening, he removed the other towel from my waist and used it to dry off my butt and legs. When he reached around to towel off my lower abdomen and crotch, he pressed his body up close to mine. I could feel the erection growing in his pants, and he could feel the erection I had sprouted from his ministrations.

Gripping my head with his strong hands, he pulled my head back, leaned into me, and kissed me on the lips, slowly at first and then passionately. As he slid his tongue into my mouth, I swiveled around to face him, removed his coat, and then unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a deliciously firm and furry chest, the sight of which compelled me to take a deep breath before attacking his nipples as I fumbled with his belt buckle.

With his pants and boxer briefs down around his ankles, I dived at his cock, impaling my throat with his long, thick shaft. Practically disabled by the sensations emanating from his groin and surging through his entire body, he moaned with delight and finally managed to sigh, “My turn.” He lifted me up off my knees and threw me backwards onto the bed, where he lunged on top of me, returning the attack on his cock by virtually swallowing mine.

I was hungry to feel his big cock burrowing into my hole, but Aaron had a different idea. With me on my back, he straddled my body and sat on my stiff pole. I relished the vision of him bouncing up and down on my rod, as his face contorted with the impact of his prostate against my steel rod. I loved the sight, sound, and feel of his man meat slapping against my belly as he rode my cock like a wrangler. I delighted at seeing and hearing him gasp for air as his broad chest heaved with the strain of working so hard for his orgasm as well as mine. We had begun the exercise with drops of water covering my body, and now it was his body wet from perspiration that gave it a salacious glow.

As he leaned forward to kiss me, beads of sweat dropped from his forehead onto my face, some landing in my mouth, invigorating me with its salty taste. As he beat down on my cock, I met his actions half way, shoving my hips upward and my cock deeper and deeper into his hole.

His moans turned to screams as his prostate orgasm ignited the juices boiling up from his balls before they exploded from his hands-free cock, spewing white magic all over my face and body. My own orgasm quickly followed, blasting my gooey seed deep inside his thirsty guts.

With my firm cock still deep inside him, he collapsed forward onto my body, squishing his sweat and cream between our bodies. My dick plugged his hole for several more minutes before slipping out, releasing a torrent of white spooge cascading over my balls. I wanted to stay that way all night, but there was still work to be done.

Rising from the bed, we showered together, raising more temptations that we forced ourselves to resist.

“These are marvelous,” gushed Aaron as he assessed the sketches I showed him. “What’s this?” he asked, eyeing the set of four sketches I had drawn from my initiation at the Block estate, each one from a different perspective. There was my view of Tyler as he fucked me really hard, his view of me as I squirmed from the banging, and one view from each side.

“These are marvelous,” he gushed. “Is that you in the center?”

I confessed that it was, and he replied, “You know, this gives me an idea. Can I borrow these tonight?”

Of course, I did not object, though I did wonder what he had in mind.

The next morning, Aaron swung by the hotel to pick me up two hours before the day’s opening of the art show. He didn’t say anything about the sketches, he just went right to work. He showed me piles of lumber that had been stacked up in the back of the warehouse. “These are the modules of the platform that the models will stand on,” he explained. “We just have to move them over to the center and fit them together,” which was really quite simple. We also set up a couple of dozen folding chairs, placing a lap board on each chair.

Since I had a few minutes to kill before the doors were to open, I strolled over to the area where my sketches had been and saw that Aaron had replaced all the sold pieces with the four depictions of my initiation.

“I thought I heard familiar voices,” I said as I greeted Mr. Block and Woody, who had just entered the building with the crowd who had been waiting patiently outside.

“What’s wrong?” Mr. Block asked Aaron, who was engaged in an intense conversation with a very handsome young stud.

“Ward is here,” he said, motioning to the stud, “but Dimitri, the other model I had hired, just called to say he can’t make it. Something about car problems.”

“Can’t you just go with Ward?” asked Mr. Block.

“I suppose,” said Aaron, “but I advertised that there would be two models, and I hate like hell letting down my customers.”

“Well, it seems to me like your solution is staring you right in the face,” advised Woody, directing his gaze toward me.

“Who, me? But I’ve never done any modeling before.”

“It’s really not hard,” said Ward, reaching out to shake my hand. “I’ll go on alone for the first half hour. Just watch what I do, and then do the same thing—or whatever feels right—when it’s your turn. You’ll do half an hour, and then after a short break, we’ll go on together.”

I looked to Woody for his approval, but since it was his idea…. Then, I looked to Mr. Block, who just smiled.

“Well, I guess that settles it,” affirmed Aaron. “Ward, would you show Joe to the changing room?”

As it turned out, the so-called ‘changing room’ was really nothing more than a storeroom that had been drafted into use. Actually, it reminded me of the storeroom at my dad’s hardware store, which brought back vivid memories—some positive and some not so much.

I returned to the main area of the warehouse just as Ward was mounting the platform. He struck a variety of poses, changing about every five minutes, for the two dozen or so artists who were drawing his form. Occasionally one of the artists would ask that he turn one way or another or that he touch a particular area of his body in a particular fashion. It was all very professional but also very erotic.

Following a brief break, Aaron mounted the platform to introduce me, but he said something that surprised me. He introduced me as a “fellow artist” who had drawn the sketches that had all been sold out. “Because of the demand,” he added, “we have posted four more of his sketches which will be auctioned off tomorrow afternoon as one set. Bidding will begin at $400.”

That announcement just compounded my nervousness as I ascended the steps to the platform and took my position center stage. However, Ward stood amid the artists who were sketching me and encouraged me with his facial expressions and gestures. Every once in a while he would adjust his own stance or reposition his hands and arms to coach me.

Periodically, I glanced into the audience to see how they were responding, and apparently they were enjoying it very much. Mr. Block also had a big grin on his face, the kind of look my father used to give me when he was proud of something I had accomplished. Woody looked at me with his characteristic deadpan face, but I had been around him enough by then to know that his stoic mask was actually concealing a very satisfied smile.

When my solo time was up, the assembled artists surprised me with applause. I looked again to catch Mr. Block’s and Woody’s reactions, but they had both turned their heads to chat with another man whose face I could not clearly see. Every once in a while one of them would shift his stance, and I would catch a glimpse of the man. He looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn’t really tell.

“Fifteen minute break,” announced Aaron, “and then our two gorgeous models will return for a joint appearance.”

During that intermission, I was besieged by artists who wanted to compliment me on my posing or my artwork. Several handed me their business cards, which I could only hold in my hand since I had no pockets, and some asked if I would sketch them. When Aaron called Ward and me back onto the stage, I handed the cards I had amassed to Aaron, who had offered to hold them for me.

Ward was a real hunk and a sweetheart. In so many ways, he reminded me of Jeff Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan’s son and my mate on the football team, but even more so he reminded me of Viggo Sorenson, one of the Bel Ami Boys: handsome, athletic, agile, confident, passionate, affable (with a smile that was simultaneously boyish and devilish), hung, and a downright fucking hot stud.

As Ward and I stepped onto the platform, I once again scanned the audience, and still Mr. Block and Woody were engaged in rapt conversation with the man whose face I could still not make out.

Despite my initial anxiety, I felt very comfortable working with Ward. He was a natural. We started with simple poses—one of us sitting in a chair with the other one standing beside or behind him, reclining positions, etc.—until one of the artists asked if we would kiss. I assumed we would kiss “politely,” but Ward surprised me when he put his whole being, including his tongue, into it. His kiss was so passionate that I had a very hard time maintaining a frozen pose. I just wanted to grab him and jump his bones right there in front of everyone, and in reflection, I don’t think anyone, including Ward, would have minded if I had done just that.

Naturally, my cock refused to obey the rules of stationary posing. It sprang up and rubbed against Ward’s beautiful dick, which was also erect at that point. “Ignore it,” he whispered to me. “The crowd will love it.” The sensation of his breath on my ear just aroused me even more.

The artists may have called out other poses for us at that time, but frankly, I had already tuned them out. Ward and I just followed our instincts and did what came naturally, which was immensely provocative, and the artists apparently did love it.

“Thank you, everyone,” Aaron called time as Ward was about to lie on top of me. “Now go buy some artwork.” I think Aaron was afraid that Ward would actually enter me, and I must admit that I was a bit disappointed that he didn’t get the chance.

As Ward and I were about to descend from the platform, I glanced again toward Mr. Block and Woody just as Woody shifted his body enough that I could clearly see the stranger they had been chatting with. He was not a stranger at all. He was Eric, my brother.

To be continued

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