The I in Whore

summary : dean plans to have the best birthday he can

characters : male reader x dean di laurentis

warnings : smut, swearing, unprotected sex, very little prep, multiple positions, nipple play, quickie, rough sex, i think that’s it idk

Dean had his eyes on him the moment he walked through the door.

“Yo.” He tapped Beau on his shoulder repeatedly until his best friend finally turned around. “Who’s the prisoner guy?” he asked.

Beau squinted to see through the crowd of sweaty bodies and drunken adults until he spotted the bright orange jumpsuit. “Who? Y/N?”

“Is he single?” Dean asked.

“Nah, dude. That’s not what you want,” Beau told him, patting him on the back. “That’s heartbreak central right there. You know how many relationships he’s been in since we came back?”

“We’ve only been back for a couple weeks,” Dean pointed out.

“Exactly.”

Dean furrowed his brow. How hadn’t he heard a single thing about the so called resident heartbreaker if he was such a hot commodity? “Well, I never said I wanted to marry him. He’s just attractive,” he said.

“That’s the thing!” Beau exclaimed, accidentally knocking over a few cups of beer on the counter. “Nobody ever wants to be in a relationship but one taste of that dick and bam! All sense is gone.”

“You speaking from experience?” Dean asked.

“Hell yeah! He broke the hell out of my heart freshman year,” Beau told him. “Dick’s fucking bomb though.”

That was all Dean had to hear to make his final decision. Dick was dick. Dean wasn’t the pickiest guy there was, and Y/N was far more attractive than any other guy Dean saw on campus in the last three years at Briar U. He was allowed to get some dick if he wanted to. It wasn’t going to be anything more than that. He was definitely not looking for anything serious at the moment, and according to Beau, Y/N seemed to be the same way.

Where was the harm? It was his birthday, he was buzzing from a few shots and he had forgotten to put on underwear under his costume— which turned out to be the best mistake he could’ve made tonight.

“How do I look?” Dean asked, running a hand through his bleached hair a few times.

“Like a million bucks, my guy,” Beau grinned, giving him two thumbs up. “Now go get ‘em, soldier.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

Dean took a deep breath before he walked out of the kitchen, making a beeline for the guy leaning against the wall straight ahead. As he got closer, his attraction only grew. Y/N’s body was on full display, wearing a prison jumpsuit with the front fully unzipped. His six-pack was on full display and the light shining down on his skin only accentuated the toned body.

Dean was no stranger to admiring the physique of fit men, especially when he was surrounded by them constantly at practice. If anything, he was kind of a connoisseur when it came to judging men’s bodies. And from his initial impression, Y/N was a 10/10.

Dean leaned against the wall next to Y/N, making no attempt to hide his attraction as he eyed Y/N’s exposed torso. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”

“Didn’t know you were looking for me,” Y/N replied, taking a sip of his drink. “Happy with what you found?”

Dean grinned, nodding enthusiastically. “How can I not? I mean, wow.”

Y/N raised his brow, taking in the 6’0 blond standing beside him. Y/N wasn’t a picky guy either, which is why he had the reputation he did. A hole was a hole, which sounded completely disgusting when he said it in his head. But hey, he was a man at the end of the at and men were programmed to be sexual beings.

So, hey, if Dean was offering, Y/N wasn’t going to deny an easy lay. Plus, if the blond was matching with Beau then he must’ve been the illustrious Dean Di Laurentis. Someone whose own reputation didn’t do any favors to paint him in a holy light.

“I gotta few minutes to spare if you’re down. I came with my best friend and…”

Y/N pointed to the girl dressed as a cop dancing on the dance floor, limbs moving all over the place as she held an entire body of tequila in her hand.

“Well, you can see why I’m not doing much drinking.”

Dean nodded as he watched the girl dance, and before he knew it, Y/N placed his hand on his ass. Dean’s eye widened as he looked back at Y/N, cheeks burning up at the very public display. Y/N didn’t say anything, instead, nodding toward the stairs. Dean took the hint immediately and hurried towards the stairs, checking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure Y/N wasn’t playing him for a fool.

Beau was going to kill him once he found out Dean chose his bedroom out of all the rooms in the beach house, but it was the closest to the stairs and Dean didn’t have any time to waste. There wasn’t much time left before midnight, and every year, Dean and Beau blew out the candles to celebrate a new year together. Dean had half a mind to miss that tradition this year, but if he worked fast, maybe he could have his cake and eat it too.

In the blink of an eye, Dean’s back collided against Beau’s bed and Y/N’s mouth was attacking his neck with gentle yet passionate kisses. Dean moaned as he leaned his head back, hands finding Y/N’s and squeezing as Y/N moved further south.

“Oh, by the way,” Dean said as he lifted his head to ward at Y/N trail kisses down his chest. “I’m Dean.”

“So, you are the birthday boy,” Y/N said, grinning as he looked up. “And to think I was going to treat you like another piece of ass.”

Dean couldn’t form the words to a response when Y/N latched his lips around one of his nipples. Dean sucked in a breath, thanking God that Y/N found his weakness without having to be told. He removed his other hand from Y/N’s, circling the sensitive skin of his other nipple as Y/N sucked feverishly.

In his state of pleasure, Dean’s eyes rolled, settling on the clock on the wall. 11:47. That was pushing it dangerously close to midnight, and if Dean wanted to get his while also not pissing off his best friend, they were going to need to speed things up a bit. Even if Dean could’ve settled with having his nipple sucked until the sun came up.

“We gotta hurry up,” Dean breathed, pushing Y/N’s head away from his chest.

Y/N pouted as he rested his chin on Dean’s stomach, but he relented. It was cute seeing Dean whine and lose himself so easily when Y/N didn’t even do half of what he wanted to when licking his nipple. But Dean was right about their crunch for time. He did have to make it back downstairs to ensure his best friend didn’t get too carried away.

Y/N pushed Dean back onto the bed when he tried to sit up. He was in complete control during this moment, and that’s how he planned to keep it. If there was anything special happening during this particular quickie, it was Dean getting the birthday boy treatment. Y/N wasn’t some greedy bastard. Well, he was, but not on the blond’s birthday. Any other time and he would’ve went about chasing his own nut. But a birthday boy deserved a little pampering, no?

Dean sat back and watched as Y/N ripped him out of his clothes with ease. The green jumpsuit was flung across the room once Y/N pulled it past Dean’s ankles. He grinned once he saw Dean wasn’t wearing anything underneath. As if he was planning to give easy access to whoever he ran into tonight. Y/N was a bit honored that the person was him. He may not have known who Dean was before, or even know he existed, but he wasn’t able to shake the fact that Dean was one of the hottest guys he’d seen ever since coming to college.

“Any specific position you have in mind, birthday boy?”

Dean shook his head. “I’m just enjoying the ride,” he said.

Y/N smirked. That was an answer if he’d ever heard one. He shimmied out of his prison costume with ease, making sure to grab the pack of lube out of his pocket before climbing in between Dean’s open legs. Dean hissed when their dicks rubbed together, the friction sending chills up his spine. His tip was already oozing out precum, the sticky residue making a mess on then both of them. He didn’t have much time to focus on the feeling when Y/N flipped them over, placing him on top.

“You said you wanted to enjoy the ride, didn’t you?” Y/N teased. “It’s all yours. Go wild.”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He snatched the lube out of Y/N’s hand when presented to him, tearing it open with his teeth. He checked the clock on the wall once more, noting that it was 11:51 now. That was plenty of time to have an orgasm, maybe even two if he really put in the work.

He squirted the clear liquid onto his fingers, reaching back to lather it around his hole. The coolness made him shiver, his fingers halting for a moment as he grew accustomed to the feeling. His rubbed as much of it on his hole before grabbing Y/N’s dick, using the rest to coat his dick in a thin layer.

“Good enough for you?” Y/N asked.

“As good as it’s gonna get,” Dean replied.

Y/N waited for his signal to move ahead before grabbing his dick and lining it up with Dean’s hole. Dean wasn’t a noob— poor terminology for sex, but fitting enough. He had slept with a handful of guys, all who taught him the ways of gay sex. He also watched tons of gay porn and even had a few toys hidden in his closet at home to experiment in the late hours of the night.

The stretch he felt when he sat down on Y/N’s dick was familiar enough to the point where he didn’t want to yell at the top of his lungs, but new enough for him to clench his jaw as he struggled to take it all.

“Holy fucking shit!”

Nothing could’ve possibly prepared him for how big Y/N was. He didn’t get a good look when they were undressing, but he was confidently that Y/N was bigger than any other guy he slept with. That was clear from the way his hole clenched down around him, muscles all over his body tensing as he gritted through the pain. Y/N kept an eye on Dean as he slowly lowered himself, checking for any signs of true pain or discomfort in his face.

Dean didn’t back down from the challenge. He continued to lower himself until his ass met Y/N’s thighs, struggling to catch his breath as the intrusion proved to be the toughest battle of his life. Once the pain subsided enough for this experience to be close to enjoyable, Dean set his eyes on the prize and went to work.

“Oh fuck,” Y/N groaned, body shaking as Dean bounced on his dick with desperation and lust mixed.

Dean had no idea what he was doing, but from the moans that spilled from both of their mouths, he had a feeling he was doing a bang up job. He bounced his body up and down, hair falling into his face with his erratic movements. He could hear the sound of skin slapping as his ass moved with thunderous applause, overpowering the booming music from the party happening right below them.

“This… is… the… best… gift!” Dean panted, dragging his nails down Y/N’s chest.

Y/N hissed as his own nails dug into the fat of Dean’s ass, slapping and clawing at the meat with every bounce. Dean was wrapped around him like a suction cup, and he had no intent of letting go anytime soon. Y/N needed more. He craved something that could’ve been satisfied by the frantic bounces of Dean as he sloppily chased after his high.

It was a sight comparable to heaven to see Dean come undone on his dick before his eyes. To see his meaty chest bounce and jiggle, to see his baby blue eyes roll as the dick touched spots in him that had never been explored before, but Y/N was getting a bit greedy.

Dean didn’t know the half of how good he could feel. Even as his walls spasmed around the thick dick fucking up into him, even as his dick leaked out copious amounts of cum, even as his entire body grew red as he grew close and closer to his orgasm. It was nothing compared to what the resident heartbreaker was known for.

What kind of man would Y/N be didn’t take matters into his own hand and show him? After all, he was the man of the hour. He was to be treated as such.

“Oh God!”

Dean gasped as he was flipped over once again, his head falling against the wall of lush pillows on his best friend’s bed. Y/N grabbed his thighs and wrapped them around his waist, deepening the connection they had. Dean moaned loudly as Y/N truly bottomed out, his dick hitting Dean’s prostate head on.

Now that Y/N was in control, he grabbed the headboard and got to work. He fucked Dean the hardest he’s ever been fucked, by either a boy or girl. Their skin slapped and Y/N was sure anyone walking past the room would be traumatized by the sounds coming from inside.

Dean’s eyes crossed as the world around him faded into the background. The only thing he could focus on was the mind blowing feeling of being fucked deep. He never believed girls when they said they could feel a dick deep inside of their guts, but now he was proven to be wrong. It was possible and Dean found himself drunker on that feeling than any alcohol could get him.

“I’m gonna cum!” Dean announced, stroking his dick eagerly as Y/N continued the assault on his prostate.

“Let me see you cum,” Y/N said.

Just when he thought he couldn’t feel any more pleasure, Y/N took one from hand from the headboard and began to rub Dean’s nipple. The sensitivity was too much. His orgasm came running and hit him like a truck, knocking all the breath out of his lungs as he screamed at the top of his lungs. His dick shot out so much cum that he was scared he’d drown himself as it costed his chest, neck and face.

“Pl-please!” Dean begged, reaching out to push Y/N away.

Y/N slapped his hand away as he delivered the last few deep thrusts he had left in the tank before his own orgasm rocked him. He groaned as he emptied his balls inside of Dean, coating the velvety walls with all he had to offer. Dean tightened his thighs around his waist, desperate to feel Y/N as close as he could possibly be as the feeling of being cummed inside of fried his brain.

As they both came down from their high, Dean didn’t realize that he had lost track of time. Not until his eyes just so happened to spot the clock. 12:03. He was three minute late and he already knew Beau and the others were probably looking all over the place for him.

He didn’t want to leave this moment, he really didn’t want to, but he knew that it was only right to end the night with the guy he shared a birthday with. Bros before hoes, and all that.

“I gotta…” Dean sucked in as much air as he could, his lungs working overtime. “I gotta blow out the candles.”

Y/N didn’t bother to argue. He simply unwrapped Dean’s legs from around his waist and rolled over, resting his arm over his face. He stayed like that the entire time Dean struggled to get redressed, complaining about the cum sticking to his thighs as it leaked out of his hole.

He shouldn’t have expected some sort of aftercare when Beau warned him about how Y/N usually treated the guys he slept with after the deed was done, but he couldn’t deny that it stung a bit. Even if he was the one to break them out of their moment.

As he limped toward the door, he could only think about how fucking right Beau had been. The dick was beyond good. It was fucking mind blowing. There was no way in hell Dean was letting him go anytime soon. Even if he had to step into the role of the delusional one night stand like he always dealt with before, he would do it with pride if it meant he got another chance to cum as much as he did tonight.

Just when he thought Y/N would just let him walk out of the door without any sort of acknowledgment of what they did, Y/N finally broke his silence.

“I hope you know I’m not done with you tonight,” Y/N said. “Actually, I don’t think I’m done with you for a while.”

Dean had to keep his shit eating grin concealed as he turned to look at the man laid in the bed. “You know where to find me.”

Y/N gave him a thumbs up as he left the room. Dean closed the door behind him and couldn’t help the excitement coursing through his body. He had a little pep in his step as he walked down the stairs and joined the party who had celebrated his long awaited return.

He allowed himself to enjoy the moment as much as he could as the cake came out and he and Beau blew out the candles to celebrate their 22nd year of living arriving. Though, he couldn’t stop thinking about the man lying upstairs, waiting for him to come back and continue the night of whatever was in store. He couldn’t wait to get back and be put through the mattress time and time again.

Another thing he was good at was getting the girls and guys. Any crush you had would either turn you down for him or were somehow already dating him just when you gained the guts to confess.

It was getting ridiculous—didn’t help your parents were best friends with his. So guess who your parents compared you to every single time? Yeah, him. Also what luck that you were neighbors. Safe to say, you hated him with a burning passion.

You thought after graduating high school you’d be set free. But that was a short lived dream when your parents and his parents decided it would be a smart and cost effective move for you two to live in an apartment together. You cried the entire night. He was supposed to go abroad!! Why was he going to your university?!?

You quickly figured out his schedule and made sure to never be home whenever he was—or just locked up in your room if necessary. The first six months were smooth sailing, he didn’t bother you at all. (No matter the fact this whole rivalry was something he never took seriously, not even once)

But good things did come, now that you lived in a city and not the small town back home—not everyone was obsessed with being your rival’s bf/gf. You actually had options. Which led to your first crush. He was a junior who was helping you with your art project. You were pretty sure he liked you. Why else would he be so nice to you? (He had a bf that you had met several times but was too dense to notice)

So, you were going to ask him out. You’ve never flirted before and knew asking out in person was better but after the constant rejections back in high school… you decided texting him through WeChat was easier. Unfortunately, you kinda forgot what his username was supposed to be. Only a few people had their actual name as their username… and you only came one account that looked like it could be his.

The name was 对牛弹琴 (playing lute to a cow). You didn’t understand why he’d use that as a username but he was a music major and had a weird obsession with cow print clothing. It had to have been him. (If you had paid attention during literature, you’d remember it was a proverb about wasting your time speaking to someone who doesn’t understand you—you’d also remember it was a proverb your rival had said to you multiple times)

Unknowing to the fact you were putting yourself in the most embarrassing position ever, you debated on how to ask him out. It took a lot of researching before settling on one you thought would make him swoon.

这世界就是个巨大的娃娃机、我站在橱窗旁边、只想要你

The world is a huge claw machine. I stand by the window and only want you.

什么？你在说什么

What? What are you talking about?

啊啊啊啊 抱歉 我意思是这个周五晚上你想不想一起吃饭啊？

aaah, sorry, I meant do you want to eat dinner together this Friday night?

？

啊 你不想？

You don’t want to?

You stared at your phone for a second and blinked. Maybe you needed to do something. Deciding you needed to do whatever was necessary for your future boyfriend, you quickly decided to send a selfie. You pulled down the waistband of your boxers so your waist was showing, lifting your shirt just a bit so it looked natural. You slightly winked at the camera and held a peace sign.

You didn’t give yourself a chance to regret as you quickly sent it. Maybe he just didn’t know it was you. He would know! He certainly couldn’t refuse you now. It took only a minute before he responded, much to your shock.

好 周五晚上8点 我会选择餐厅 睡吧，太晚了

Ok. Friday night at 8 pm. I’ll choose the restaurant. Go to bed, it’s late.

You shrieked excitedly, practically bouncing up and down on your bed. Though—you wondered how those pictures got his attention so easily? Possibly the fact you didn’t notice your dildo was in shot of the picture, resting right by your pillow.

The next day you were excited to see your junior, expecting a difference in how he talked to you. But he reacted the exact same. Maybe he just didn’t want to say anything in public? He did keep texting you in WeChat… you got into the habit of sending him more risky photos—he’d send a few too, but never of his face.

Friday finally came and you waited at the meet point he said. It was your ceramics classroom. You waited a few minutes when your rival bursted into the room with a purpose. Your body shot up as you stared at him in shock before glaring at him. But any words you wanted to say was silenced when he stormed over to you, grabbing the back of your neck with a harsh grip and pulled you into a hungry kiss.

What? When he pulled away, finally allowing you to breathe, he lovingly (?) pressed his forehead against yours.

“You don’t know how much I hated waiting for today.” His thumb parted your lips as you could stare up at him in confusion. “You’re such a tease. Prancing around the apartment in short clothing and running away whenever I’d even attempt something—you love being a brat, huh?”

He gazed down at you with a particular hunger you’d never seen from him before. His free hand slid down to your ass and roughly squeezed it, pulling your body to press against his.

“I’m not waiting any longer.” He whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe. “As soon as we’re home, I’m fucking you anywhere I can in the apartment. I’m going to paint you white, inside and out.”

You could only began to silently panic. Just what the hell did you get yourself into?

An idea I had. Wanted to write it out, if it’s interesting enough, I’ll write it into a full fic. But mostly the smut.

Kinks: marathon sex, brat taming, dom/sub, creampie, cum eating, semi-public sex, car sex, bondage, marking, overstimulation (might add more, share any you want me to add!)

Navarro Xuân Minh. His mother was from Vietnam while his father was from the Philippines. He had lived most of his life in Vietnam, away from any organized religion. His father had finally managed to persuade his mother to let Minh stay a summer in the Philippines.

Of course that meant his father wanted to (belatedly) try to instill some Catholic values into his son. Who was already twenty. Seemed utterly pointless. It was a little too late in your personal opinion but you didn’t say anything.

From the way Minh’s father described him, you expected a chain smoking delinquent. But when he arrived—he was relatively normal. He smoked and did have tattoos but he was nice… -ish.

When you first met him, you held out your hand, introducing yourself. “I’m (Name).”

Minh stared at your hand at first before grabbing. He squeezed it, eyes staring into yours as his lips pulled into a smirk. “Bạn là gu của mình.”

You were left confused. Especially because he said it so fast. If he had cussed you out at least you didn’t know. So you left it at that and moved about your business.

At first you assumed he probably didn’t speak Tagalog but then you came across him speaking it perfectly with your dad. Even perfect English. He was probably just messing with you then.

Anyway, your father took the whole “leading Minh to Christ” thing very seriously. Which made sense. He was particularly harsh with you when it came to never missing a day of church and attending every event he held. He simply held Minh to the same standard.

Minh however didn’t listen to your dad. At all really. He played nice. Meaning he never directly refused to your father’s face. His actions said everything. He showed up late to service—pushing the doors open that caused everyone to startle in their seats. Your father, mid sermon, only able to vaguely hide the twitch in his eyebrow as he continued on.

He didn’t pray. Didn’t even attempt to pretend that he would. Even at dinner when you, your mother and father said grace, Minh had already started eating. The first time it happened, your father was practically red in the face. You, however, stared at him in awe. Minh’s nonchalant disobedience was somehow more disruptive than if he was loud about it.

But it did upset you a little. Just a little. Mainly because you always had to deal with the consequences. Your father didn’t hit you or anything. Just ranted day and night whenever Minh wasn’t at the house. Listening to a pastor who was almost bald, yelling until he was red in the face, really,,, really wasn’t the best way to spend your time.

Though it wasn’t like you had anything outside of your family. It church, family, school, and photography. And even then most of your photography was used for church. Only a few times you were able to take pictures of things that you wanted.

Yesterday was one of those days. You were taking a few pictures of some stray cats that roamed around your neighborhood. Everyone fed them (mostly you and your mom) so they stayed in the area. It was a mom cat and six kittens. Your mom was still trying to trap the mom in order to spay her since she was a veterinarian.

You squatted down, taking a few close ups of the kittens playing around with each other. Your gaze focused solely on them when you noticed some water dripping down the driveway. You followed the source to see Minh standing beside a bucket of water.

His shirt was off. Drenched in water. He rung the shirt out, water dripping onto his sneakers. You blinked. It wasn’t like you haven’t seen shirtless boys before. Dudes play basketball shirtless all the time in your neighborhood. But somehow seeing Minh shirtless felt different.

The sweat dripping off his body. Bangs sticking to his forehead. He was wearing jeans despite the heat. It hung low on his waist. Giving a peak to his boxers. You didn’t realize what you were doing until you heard the familiar click of the camera. Your eyes widened as you quickly looked down at the kittens and took some more pictures of them.

A few days passed before you checked your camera. It was mostly filled with kittens before you came across the one picture you took of Minh. You gulped at the sight. The photo was hardly anything sensual but for you, it was a lot.

Sex wasn’t completely taboo. Your father did teach you about sex. Birds and bees. All that jazz so you weren’t dumb. But he never said sexual desires were particularly right. It happens but it should be fought against. Only if you had a partner.

And you were certainly not supposed to feel anything towards another man.

But you did.

And you masturbated that night to the picture of Minh.

You were embarrassed. Heavily so. It was hard to even look at Minh after what you did. But you thought you were going to be able to hide it. You were quite naive to think so. Minh read you like an open book. The first day you couldn’t look him in the eye, it was like he instantly knew.

Every night you masturbated to his picture. It had gotten to the point that Minh being near you made you tense. Not a bad tense. A tense in which your body felt… arousal. Which was a first. Really you thought you were broken. Never before did anything ever catch your attention.

But Minh did.

So you were into men apparently.

The new information practically killed you. There was no way your dad was going to be okay with it. Deciding that all you can really do is simply bury these feelings—Minh was only going to stay for the summer. You can survive the rest of the summer.

However you weren’t lucky at all.

The night you were ready to delete the photo and attempt to start a new—you found Minh in your bedroom. He sat on your bed, your camera in his hand, as he hummed to himself.

“(Name),” he said, his eyes looking up at you. “This is a good picture, why didn’t you share it with me?” A wide cruel smirk on his face.

“Minh, don’t…” you closed your bedroom door behind yourself. Eyes wide. “I’m sorry, that picture is… I was going to delete it. I swear.”

“Really? But it’s been in your camera roll for… oh, three weeks now.” Minh let out a laugh. “Does it take that long to delete a singular picture?”

You could only frown. There was no defending yourself.

Minh hummed. He placed your camera on the nightstand near your bed. He stood up, walking over to you. Your body moved back when he reached you. Back hitting the bedroom door. You were scared. A thousand thoughts flooding your head. Was he going to tell your dad? What would your dad do if he found out? You were screwed.

Only for Minh to grab your hand. You could only watch as he placed your hand right on his abs, lifting his shirt up with his free hand. His skin was warm. Almost hot to the touch. You’ve never touched another dude before. At least not right here. This wasn’t a simple touch.

His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, “the real thing is better, no?” Your breathing stuttered. You should’ve pulled away. Pushed him away. But you greedily began to touch his body. Hand slowly trailing down his lower stomach. Stopping right above his jeans.

You looked up at him.

“How far do you wanna go?”

“I…”

Minh leaned down slightly, his nose brushing against yours. He released his hold on your hand—allowing you to do whatever you pleased. His hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head. The tight grip holding you still. But it wasn’t like you wanted to move away.

“If you don’t pull away now, I’m not stopping.”

“Don’t…”

He kissed you hungrily. Hands gripping at your body. Minh pulled you close against him, not giving you a chance to pull away. You didn’t know what to do. He was your first kiss after all. All you could really do was relinquish control and let him kiss you.

You lost yourself in the kiss. Following him as he guided you to lay down on the couch. His hands fiddled with your shorts, tugging them off without hesitation. You pulled away from the kiss and tried to cover your lower half just as he attempted to pull off your boxers.

“Wait…”

Minh only grinned. “I already said I wasn’t going to stop once I started.” He said, pushing away your hands. “Masturbating all by yourself is no fun. Especially when you had me right next door.” His hand gripped your boxers, your hips twitching. Slowly, he began pulling it down. You watched with a bated breath…

When your bedroom door opened.

And your mother was staring at you both in shock.

ఌ 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐊

꧁ “𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩” 𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜 (“เซ้นต์” ศิรินทร์ ศรีแสง) ꧂

A notorious loanshark that’s been terrorizing your community, when you show him no fear, he gets oddly entranced at your “bravery.” He’s excited to put you in your place.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

You hesitated before pulling into the gravel lot, the strange rattling under your hood getting louder with every mile. You knew next to nothing about cars—only that yours definitely wasn’t supposed to sound like a toolbox rolling down a flight of stairs.

The moment you parked, the garage door rolled open. Music echoed from an old radio somewhere inside while sparks flew from a welding station. Rafe was halfway underneath an old Chevy when he heard tires crunch across the gravel lot.

He slid out on the creeper, wiping grease from his hands onto an already ruined rag. Instead of waving you inside, he walked straight over, resting one forearm against your open driver’s side window.

“Whatchu need, boss?” His voice carried a light Southern drawl that somehow made the simple question sound like flirting.

You looked up at him. “Uh… hi.” You laughed awkwardly. “My car started making this weird noise yesterday.”

He tilted his head. “Can you make the noise for me?”

You attempted to imitate it. “Krrr… clunk… squeeeak?”

Rafe bit down on his lip to stop himself from laughing.

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “You making fun of me?”

“Of course not,” He straightened up from the driver’s side window and glanced toward the front wheels, his eyes tracing over the tires before settling back on you.

“When’s it do it?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest. “Every time you drive, or only under certain conditions?”

You thought back to your drive over, replaying every turn you’d made.

“It mostly happens when I turn.” You gestured vaguely with one hand, trying to picture it. “Like… pulling into parking lots or making corners.” He nodded slowly, eyes shifting from you to the hood before looking back.

Rafe’s eyes lingered on the engine for another moment before he looked back at you, resting one hand on the edge of the open hood. “You got somewhere to be?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. His tone was casual, but there was a genuine curiosity behind the question.

You glanced at the clock on your dashboard out of instinct before shaking your head. “No.” You shrugged, offering him a small smile. 

“Good.” The word left him almost immediately, accompanied by a satisfied nod as he reached for his flashlight.

You frowned, watching him for a beat. “…Good?” You echoed, lifting an eyebrow. A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest as he leaned against the front fender, folding his arms across it.

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s mechanic code for ‘this is gonna be expensive,’ isn’t it?”

Rafe laughed, the sound warm and easy. “Nah.” He pushed himself away from your window with a shake of his head. “That’s mechanic code for ‘I’d rather fix it right than rush it.”For some reason, that eased the knot that had been sitting in your stomach since you’d left home. “Means I get to take my time.”

He pointed toward the front of the car. “Pop the hood for me.” Rafe walked around to the front of the car, catching the hood before you could even step out. With practiced hands, he lifted it fully open and propped it into place before immediately disappearing into the engine bay.

You climbed out your car, watching him work for a moment.

He barely hesitated. His eyes swept over hoses, belts, and pulleys with the confidence of someone who had spent years doing exactly this. After only a minute, he glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll holler if I need you.”

You nodded.

“You can hang out in the office if you want. It’s got air conditioning.”

—

Nearly forty-five minutes passed. You watched from the waiting area while Rafe moved around your car with practiced confidence. Every now and then he’d glance toward the office window, catching you watching him.

Each time he’d flash another infuriatingly attractive grin.

Rafe lowered the hood until it caught before pressing it shut with both hands. It closed with a solid thunk, and he gave the fender two satisfied pats, admiring his work for a second before turning back to you.

“There we go.” He stepped away from the car, peeling off one of his work gloves with his teeth before stuffing it into his back pocket. “Good as new.”

your eyes bounced between Rafe and the now-silent engine. Folding your arms across your chest, you searched his face for any sign that he was about to tell you something catastrophically expensive. “So…” You gestured toward the hood. “What was wrong?”

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He looked down at the gravel for a moment, as if deciding how technical he wanted to get before looking back up at you.

“Well…” He pointed underneath the front of the car with a grease-stained finger. “The noise you came in for was a loose sway bar link.”

You stared at him for a beat before nodding slowly, trying your best to look like you completely understood every word that had just come out of his mouth.

“…Right.”

The corners of Rafe’s mouth twitched. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching you with an amused expression that made it painfully obvious he wasn’t buying your act.

“You have no idea what that means, do you?”

Your composure cracked almost immediately. A nervous laugh slipped out as you rubbed the back of your own neck, avoiding his eyes for a second before sheepishly shaking your head.

“I figured.” He chuckled warmly, taking a few steps closer until he was standing beside you. 

Rafe leaned one hip against the front fender, folding his arms again. “Basically, there’s a little suspension part underneath that helps keep the car stable when you turn. Yours had worked itself loose, so every time you made a turn, it’d shift around and make that clicking noise.” He paused, studying your face to make sure he hadn’t already lost you.

“I tightened everything back up, checked the rest of the suspension while I was under there…” He gave the hood another reassuring pat. “…and she’s good.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. The tension in your shoulders melted away almost instantly as relief washed over your face.

“Oh, thank God.” You placed a hand over your chest dramatically before looking back at your car. “I spent the entire drive over here convincing myself the engine was about to explode.”

He laughed, the sound low and genuine. Rafe grabbed a clipboard from the workbench and flipped through a few pages. “While I was under there, I noticed your serpentine belt was starting to crack, so I swapped that out.” He continued counting on his fingers.

“First,” he said, holding up one finger, “I tightened a couple of your hose clamps.” He gave a small shrug. “They weren’t leaking yet, but they would’ve been eventually.” 

A second finger joined the first.

“Changed one of your brake light bulbs.” He nodded toward the back of your car. “Passenger side was out.” 

A third finger.

“Topped off your coolant.” He tapped the side of the hood. “It wasn’t low, but it definitely needed some.”

“Oh…” He pointed toward the front of the car. “Put a little air in your tires.”

You stared at him for a long moment, your eyes flicking from his grease-stained hands to the car and back again, trying to piece together everything he’d just casually listed. “…You did all of that?”

Rafe glanced over at the car as if checking his own work before looking back at you. He lifted one shoulder in an easy shrug, like replacing parts and fixing little issues for a stranger was the most ordinary thing in the world. “Took an extra ten minutes.”

You let out a small, disbelieving laugh.

“What?” He tilted his head, genuinely confused by your reaction. “I was already under there.” You watched as he scribbled something across an invoice, tore the page free, and handed it over.

⸻

Inspection

Loose sway bar link repair

Labor

Total: $68.00

⸻

Rafe reached into his pocket, pulling out a pen before writing his number on the back of your receipt. “If your car starts acting up again…” He tucked the receipt into your hand with a wink.

You climbed back into the driver’s seat, smiling to yourself as you folded the invoice and tucked it into the center console. The engine started with a smooth, steady hum—no rattle, no clunk, no squeak.

You glanced out the open window. “Thanks again.” Rafe stood a few feet away with his hands resting on his hips, a grease-stained rag thrown over one shoulder. “Anytime.” You hesitated, your hand resting on the gearshift. “Drive safe.” You nodded. “I will.” You shifted the car into drive and eased out of the gravel lot.

As you reached the road, you glanced in your rearview mirror.

Rafe was still standing exactly where you’d left him. One hand rested on his hip while the other absentmindedly spun the shop rag around his fingers. He wasn’t talking to anyone. He wasn’t heading back inside. He was just watching your car disappear down the road.

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[best friend] clark kent x male reader

summary: you've been crushing on your best friend for a while now, he is the oppitome of perfection so before his date with lois lane he wants to try out his eating out skills and you are in no position to object his offer.

wc: 1.3k

notes: FDNI, MDNI, ass eating (r!receiving), fingering, body worshipping, hand jobs (r!giving&receiving), ass slapping.

You sit on Clark's bed waiting for him to finish up in the shower and actually acknowledge you since he was the one that invited you over. “Clark, can you hurry-” You start to mutter out until he stumbles into his bedroom where you're sitting down on the corner of his bed, your eyes wandering all over his body but completely staring at his extremely low and loose towel. You gulp down some spit that was gathering in your mouth, and if anymore formed, you would've been drooling over him in a more obvious sense. Clark struts into his room, chuckling quietly to himself as he picks up on your obvious gawking over him. “Bro, I am dying for your help... and I wouldn't ask you to help in this way, but it's urgent” he scoffs out, his voice laced with nervousness with an underlying hint of excitement. Your eyes wander over his body as you watch the water droplets drip down his gorgeously muscular body, “whatever you need! You know you can count on me for anything, you know that.” You mumble out in a soft tone as you gulp quietly.

“This is so embarrassing to ask you, but... can I practice my eating out skills?” Clark asks you with his eyes practically closed, and you stare at him in shock, but hearing those words sends a warm tingly feeling down your body heading right towards your growing aching cock. Your mouth gaped open slightly, taking a moment to process what your best friend of many years just asked of you, “it's just that I'm meeting Lois later and I've been getting the feeling that she's been wanting to take things a step further and... I just don't want to embarrass myself to her, cause I like her a lot” Clark says in a slight whiney tone as he begins to ramble on about how much this will help him out and improve, “This can be like when me and you use to practice kissing with each other before you figured out you liked men, except it will be me figuring out how to eat someone out in the most pleasureable way.” Clark walks closer to you as his ramble continues on and on until your hands reach out and pull open his low hanging towel to reveal his girthy, long and monstrous cock to you. Your eyes widen and Clark gasps at the sudden feeling of being so exposed.

Clark's eyes widen as he stares down at you, “I-I'm only suppose to be eating you out!” His voice extremely shaky from nerves however his cock springs up in excitement revealing how he truly feels about the whole situation. “If you're going to be eating out my asshole then I can ATLEAST see you naked, it's only fair!” You say with a small chuckle which causes Clark to burst out laughing and cover his face to hide his embarrassment. You stand up and keep eye contact as you act all flirty as you slowly strip off naked, you laugh throughout this to hide how excited you really are about this but Clark just stares at you, he slowly nibbles at his bottom lip and you notice his cock leaking like a facet. You reach your underwear as you take a deep breath and pull them down in one swift motion leaving you naked, you both stare at eachother and the awkwardness of being naked in front of your bestfriend slowly slips away and this feeling of comfort and safety crosses over both of you. You turn around and crawl onto his bed shoving your ass into the air revealing your tight, pretty pink and hairless asshole to him. You take a deep breath “I'm ready...” You mumble out as you feel Clark's presence come closer to you as his hands grip against your cheeks spreading them open more giving him a better look at your hole, “w-woah...” he scoffs out nervously.

Clark slowly leans in and hesitantly licks a wet strip up your hole. His eyes slowly flutter shut as he relaxes his body, and his hands forcibly shake your asscheeks creating a jiggle. You gently bite down on your lower lip, feeling the warm from his tongue caressing back and forth slowly but surely pushing past your tight muscle ring and into your soft velvet walls that are clamping around his tongue. Your eyes flutter back and your cock hardens against Clark's bed, “Mhm!” He grunts out until he pulls away and he leans upwards to shove his fingers into your mouth “Suck.” Clark commands of you, his tone dominant and rough, his nervous exterior slips away as his hidden fantasy comes to light. You feel his fingers push into your mouth, swirling around to get them all soaked in your spit. Clark pulls them out of your mouth and gently rubs them against your wet asshole, gently pushing them past your loosening muscle ring and into your velvet feeling walls.

Clark fingers curl inside of you as he reaches his knuckles as your muscle ring tightens around it. You lay your head against the duvet as you slowly sink into it, “C-Clark~” You whimper out in agonising pleasure as his fingers curve against your sweet spot, with each curve he milks your sweet spot sending shivers down your spine and causes your body to jolt. Clark pulls away and sits down next to you, “Do you wanna J-Jerk me off?” Clark asks you nervously as you roll over and continues to breathe heavily. “Mhm-hm.” You nod your head with excitement. You lean back up and wrap your hand around his girthy monstrous cock that you've been dreaming of for some time now, and you slowly begin to beat his meat feeling his pre-cum drip down your hand and you lean down to lick it up grazing your tongue against his tip causing his body to jolt upwards into your hand. You gasp in shock as Clark wraps his hand around your cock and he matches the rhythm in which you're beating his meat in a swift motion. “F-Faster!” You both whimper out simultaneously, and you both turn your heads to make eye contact as both of your hands pratcially move on their own.

“C-Clark, is this too mu- ” You begin to talk as you breathe heavily until he leans in and slides his tongue into your mouth and your eyes flutter shut enjoying the feeling and taste of his tongue in your mouth. Both of your hands go up and down in a swift sultry motion, and you whimper as you feel Clark's other muscular arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you both thrust your into each other's hand. “M-MHM!” You whine out into his mouth as you nearer your release “N-Ngh!” Clark grunts out into your mouth as the simultaneous feeling of both your hands moving in a rapid motion beating each other's cocks becomes too much for you both and you shoot your load. The spurts of cum from both of your tips shoot all over each other's bodies, Clark pulls away and breaks the kiss leaving a string of spit from his mouth onto yours.

“Woah” you mumble out as you watch Clark's face redden, and he chuckles nervously. “So did this prepare you for your date with Lois?” You ask him softly with an undertone of jealously, and Clark just stares at you and smirks “There wasn't ever a date with Lois, I just really wanted you.” Your eyes widen in shock, and you jump up from laying on the bed, and you wrap your arms around Clark's neck as his hands travel down your body, and he grips your asscheeks “You should've just said you wanted me... I've liked you for a long, long time.” You whisper in his ear, and he chuckles “I was too embarrassed, but I guess I don't need to be anymore.” You lean back, and Clark smiles softly at you, pulling your naked body closer to his muscular one as he leans into a kiss, passionately feeling his tongue swirl against yours. “I am going to fuck you... extremely hard.” Clark whispers in your ear and you just giggle, you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist ready for a night full of lustfilled pleasure.

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : After Doctor Strange’s spell erased Peter Parker from the world’s memory, the one person he loved most forgot him too. Trying to move forward, you begin a new life at ESU, carrying an unshakable feeling that something is missing. When a chance encounter at a college party introduces you to a shy student named Peter Parker, the connection between you is immediate—even if neither of you can explain why. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.3k

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 + 𝐅𝐃𝐍𝐈 mature content below.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home, Memory Loss, Second Chance Romance, Friends to Lovers (Again), Relearning Each Other, Slow Burn, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Dates, First Kiss (Again), Lots of Yearning, Soft Peter Parker, Domestic Feelings, Eventual Happy Ending

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

Peter had spent weeks telling himself he could live with this.

He’d done it once already—watched the world forget him, watched MJ look through him without recognition, watched Ned smile politely like they were strangers. He’d survived that.

Then there was you.

The first time he’d spotted you crossing ESU’s campus, the world had seemed to stop around him.

You were weaving through the crowd with your backpack hanging off one shoulder, your head tilted back as you laughed at something another student had said. The sound carried across the courtyard, familiar enough to make his chest tighten.

He stopped walking so abruptly someone collided with his shoulder.

Peter barely registered the annoyed voice. “Sorry,” he muttered automatically, his eyes never leaving you as you disappeared into the sea of students.

You were okay, You were alive. You just… didn’t remember him.

For days, Peter settled for watching from a distance.

He’d catch glimpses of you between classes, sitting outside the student union with a coffee, laughing with classmates he’d never met. Every time he thought about walking over, his feet locked in place.

What if seeing him only confused you?

What if…

The questions chased each other in circles until he convinced himself the safest thing—for both of you—was to stay away.

Then someone invited him to a party.

Peter almost didn’t go.

__

Music rattled the walls of the off-campus house, bass vibrating through the floorboards as students squeezed shoulder to shoulder through every room.

Peter lingered near the doorway with a red plastic cup in his hand, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

His eyes wandered around the room.

Then they found you.

You were standing exactly where he’d expected.

Just leaning against the wall with a drink resting loosely in your hand, quietly watching everyone else enjoy themselves. Every so often you’d smile to yourself at something happening across the room before your gaze drifted somewhere else.

Peter couldn’t help smiling.

Some things never change.

He remembered another party—months ago, before the spell—where he’d found you hiding in almost the exact same way. Back then he’d teased you for people-watching instead of dancing.

The memory made his chest ache.

He should leave, He’d already seen enough. 

He turned toward the front door. His feet refused to move.

“…Seriously,” Peter muttered under his breath, shaking his head at himself. A quiet laugh escaped him as he looked back in your direction. “You’re gonna make me do this?”

As if answering for him, his legs carried him across the room before his brain had a chance to object.

By the time he realized what he was doing, he was standing beside you.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Peter lifted his cup, taking a quick sip more to give himself something to do with his hands than because he was thirsty.

“Nice party?” The words came out a little too quickly. He coughed softly, lowering the cup as an awkward smile crept onto his face.

You glanced over at him before looking back toward the crowd. A small laugh escaped you.

“Yeah.” You nodded toward a group attempting to dance on the coffee table. “Depends on your definition of ‘nice,’ I guess.”

Peter followed your gaze, smiling despite himself.

“…That’s fair.”

Another quiet silence settled between you.

You studied him from the corner of your eye, your brow knitting together slightly.

“…Do I know you?” The question left your mouth carefully, almost apologetically, as though you were worried it might come across the wrong way. You shifted your cup between your hands and offered a small, embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I just… you look really familiar.”

Peter had been taking another sip.

He immediately choked.

“What?” He coughed into his fist, eyes widening as he looked at you. A few drops splashed onto the floor, and he quickly wiped at his mouth with his sleeve.

“Oh my God.” You winced. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No—” Peter laughed between coughs, waving his free hand dismissively as he caught his breath. “No, you’re okay.”

“I just…” You looked at him again, this time a little longer. There was something oddly comforting about his face, something you couldn’t quite place. “I really feel like I’ve seen you before.”

Peter’s heart squeezed painfully inside his chest.

You have.

More times than either of you could ever count.

“We have a class together,” he said after a moment, forcing a smile that he hoped looked more convincing than it felt. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ignore the ache growing behind his ribs. “Biochemistry.”

Your eyes lit up with recognition.

“…Do we?”

Peter couldn’t help laughing.

“Yeah.” He shrugged one shoulder. “I usually sit in the back.”

“Huh.” You laughed quietly to yourself before taking another sip of your drink. “Guess I need to pay more attention.”

The two of you stood there for another moment before Peter shifted his cup into his other hand and extended the now-free one toward you.

“I’m Peter.” His fingers twitched with nervous energy as he waited, hoping you couldn’t see how much the moment meant to him.

You looked down at his hand before taking it without hesitation.

You introduced yourself with an easy smile, your grip warm against his.

The second your hand settled into his, Peter felt his breath catch.

It was only a handshake to you.

To Peter…

It was something else entirely

__

A week later, class ended nearly fifteen minutes early.

The professor dismissed everyone with a reminder about next week’s quiz before the lecture hall erupted into movement. Chairs scraped across the floor, conversations overlapped, and backpacks were slung over shoulders as students poured into the hallway.

You had barely zipped your bag shut before Peter appeared beside you.

“Hey.” Peter fell into step next to you, adjusting the strap of his backpack as though he’d timed his exit perfectly. A small smile tugged at his lips when you looked over.

“Hey.” You returned the smile, nudging the lecture hall door open with your shoulder before stepping into the crowded hallway. “You heading to your next class?”

“You heading to literature?” Peter asked instead, glancing over as students squeezed around the two of you. He shifted closer to avoid getting separated in the crowd.

“Yeah.” You nodded, weaving around a group of freshmen gathered in the middle of the hallway. “Unfortunately.”

“I’ll walk with you.” Peter said it so naturally it almost sounded like he wasn’t asking at all. He tucked both hands into the pocket of his hoodie as he matched your pace.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye before letting out a quiet laugh.

“You usually do.” A grin spread across your face as you stepped outside, the cool autumn air replacing the stuffiness of the lecture hall.

Peter’s smile widened.

“…I do.” He laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment before letting his hand fall again. “Guess I’ve gotten predictable.”

The conversation settled into a comfortable rhythm as the two of you crossed campus together. Fallen leaves drifted across the sidewalks while students scattered in every direction, some hurrying toward class while others lingered on the grass enjoying the afternoon.

Peter stole another glance at you.

You were talking about your literature professor, complaining about an essay due at the end of the week.

He wasn’t listening.

Instead, he found himself watching the way your hands moved when you spoke, the little smile that appeared whenever you joked.

Just ask.

His heart immediately disagreed.

What if he say’s no?

He won’t.

Halfway across the quad, Peter slowed to a stop.

“…Actually.”

The single word came out quieter than he’d intended.

You noticed immediately.

Turning around, you stopped a few steps ahead of him.

“What?” You adjusted your backpack higher onto your shoulder before taking a step back toward him. “Everything okay?”

Peter stood there for a second with both hands buried in the pocket of his hoodie. His thumbs rubbed anxiously against the fabric inside as he searched for the words he’d rehearsed a dozen different ways.

“Can we…” He exhaled through his nose before trying again. “…Uh…”

You tilted your head, waiting patiently.

“Pete?” A small smile crept onto your face as you watched him struggle.

“If this is about studying…” You let out a laugh, folding your arms loosely across your chest. “…I think we’ve studied enough for the semester.”

Peter couldn’t help laughing too.

The nervous sound escaped him before he could stop it, his shoulders relaxing just enough to make him shake his head.

“No.” He looked down at the sidewalk with an embarrassed smile, nudging a loose leaf with the toe of his sneaker. 

“No?” You raised an eyebrow, amused.

“No.” Peter looked back up, meeting your eyes for only a second before glancing away again. “I wanted to know…” He swallowed. “…if you had anything planned later.”

“Later?” You shifted your weight onto one leg, your curiosity replacing the teasing look on your face.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded quickly. “Like… tonight.”

You thought about it for a second.

“I’m actually free.” You shrugged lightly. “Why?”

Peter visibly relaxed. “Oh.” His shoulders dropped, and the breath he’d apparently been holding left him in one quiet exhale.

“‘Oh?’” You smiled, taking a small step closer. “What was that for?”

“I just…” Peter rubbed the back of his neck again, laughing awkwardly at himself. “…I thought you might already have plans.”

“What’d you want to do?” You asked, watching his face with growing amusement. 

He looked at you. For just a moment, the sounds of campus seemed to fade into the background.

“Did you…” His voice caught, forcing him to clear his throat before trying again. “…Did you want to get something to eat later?”

The question hung between you.

“Sure.”

Peter stared. “…Really?”

“Really.” You laughed at how genuinely surprised he sounded. “Were you expecting me to say no?”

“I…” Peter blinked again before letting out a breathless laugh. “…Honestly? I hadn’t thought that far.”

A comfortable silence settled between you.

Then your smile turned just a little more playful.

“So…” You rocked back on your heels, watching Peter carefully. “…Is this like… a date, or…?”

Peter’s brain immediately short-circuited.

“I mean—it can be—if you want—I wasn’t trying to—I mean I was—but if you don’t think—I just thought maybe we could—and—”

His hands came flying out of his hoodie pocket as he talked, gesturing helplessly while every sentence collided with the next.

You laughed, the sound bright enough to make Peter smile without even realizing it.

“I’ll see you later, Pete.” You gave him a small wave before turning toward the humanities building. 

Peter remained exactly where he was, watching the door swing shut behind you.

A slow smile spread across his face.

He stood there for another few seconds before quietly pumping his fist in celebration.

“Yes.”

An older professor walking past gave him a strange look.

Peter immediately cleared his throat, straightened his backpack, and started walking in the opposite direction as if absolutely nothing had happened.

__

The diner Peter picked wasn’t anything special.

A little place tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore just off campus, its neon OPEN sign flickering against the evening sky. Through the windows you could see a handful of students crowded into booths, the smell of fresh fries and coffee drifting out every time someone opened the door.

Peter held it open for you. “After you.” He stepped aside with a small smile, gesturing toward the entrance. You walked in, looking around the cozy diner before glancing back at him.

“I thought we were going somewhere fancy.” You teased him as the hostess grabbed two menus from behind the counter.

Peter laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I considered it.” He followed the hostess toward a booth near the window. “Then I remembered I’m a broke college student.”

You let out a laugh as you slid into the booth across from him.

The waitress appeared a moment later, taking your drink orders before disappearing toward the kitchen.

For a second, neither of you reached for the menus.

“So…” Peter leaned back against the booth, crossing his arms with an exaggerated look of confidence. “…You’re popular.”

“I’m friendly,” you leaned back as well, matching Peter. “There’s a difference.”

By the time your food arrived, the conversation had wandered from professors to childhood pets, terrible roommates, favorite movies, and the questionable quality of dorm coffee.

Peter found himself smiling more than speaking.

Not because he had nothing to say.

Because he kept catching little pieces of the person he’d fallen in love with.

The way you absentmindedly stole one of his fries without asking.

“…Hey.”

You looked up innocently, a fry halfway to your mouth.

“What?”

Peter stared at you for a moment before laughing.

“You always do that.”

You paused.

“…Always?”

His smile faltered for the briefest second.

“I mean…” Peter cleared his throat, reaching for his soda. “…People do that.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully.

“I’m usually better at this.”

Peter groaned, covering his face with one hand.

“I don’t know…” You stole another fry from his plate with a grin. “…Seems pretty on brand.”

Peter looked down at the missing fry before shaking his head.

The rest of dinner slipped by almost unnoticed. The waitress refilled your drinks twice.

Neither of you realized how much time had passed until she walked over holding the check.

“You guys know we’ve been closed for…” She glanced toward the clock hanging above the register before smiling. “…Almost twenty minutes?”

Both of you looked around. The diner was empty. The chairs had been stacked on every table except yours.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

“I’m so sorry.” You immediately reached for your wallet. “We didn’t even notice.”

The waitress laughed, waving the apology away. “Happens more often than you’d think.” She set the check on the table. “You two looked like you were having a good time. We didn’t want to interrupt.”

Peter and you exchanged an awkward glance before both smiling.

“…Yeah,” Peter admitted quietly.

__

Outside, the evening air had turned cooler.

The campus glowed beneath rows of streetlights as the two of you started the walk back toward the dorms.

Neither of you hurried.

Every few minutes one of you would think of something else to talk about, stretching the walk a little longer.

Peter realized something halfway back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much.

Not since…

Before Stephens spell.

Before losing the people he loved.

He looked over at you as you animatedly complained about the professor who somehow managed to turn every lecture into a three-hour story.

You caught him staring. “What?”

Peter smiled to himself. “…Nothing.” He shook his head.

Because now, he was earning it all over again.

“I’m just…” He looked ahead again, the smile never leaving his face. “…I’m really glad you said yes.”

You smiled back without even thinking.

__

The rest of the walk passed comfortably, filled with easy conversation and the occasional joke that left both of you smiling.

Before long, your dorm building came into view. Neither of you said anything about it.

Instead, your pace unconsciously slowed until you found yourselves standing beneath the glow of the entrance lights.

“…So.” Peter shifted his weight onto one foot, slipping both hands into the pocket of his hoodie as though he suddenly didn’t know what to do with them.

“So.” You mirrored his smile, rocking back slightly on your heels instead of reaching for the door behind you.

Another silence settled between you.

It wasn’t awkward.

If anything, it felt like both of you were silently hoping the other would think of one more reason to stay.

“I had a really good time.” Peter looked down briefly before meeting your eyes again. The corners of his mouth lifted into an earnest smile that reached his eyes. “I’m glad you came.”

“I had a good time too.” You smiled back without hesitation. “Better than I expected.”

Peter laughed. “wow.”

You smiled at each other again. Then your expression grew more thoughtful.“…Can I ask you something?”

Peter’s smile faded a little bit. “Of course.” He gave a small nod, watching you carefully.

You hesitated, trying to find the right words.

“Have we… met before college?” Your brow furrowed slightly as you searched his face. “Not here. Somewhere else.”

Peter’s heart lurched. His fingers curled tighter inside the pocket of his hoodie.

“What makes you ask?” His voice remained steady, though he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.

“I don’t know.” You let out a small, embarrassed laugh, glancing toward the ground. “This is going to sound weird.”

“It won’t.”

You looked back up. “Sometimes…” You paused, trying to explain something you barely understood yourself. “Sometimes you’ll say something, and before you even finish, I already know what you’re going to say.”

Peter didn’t move.

“And when you smile at me…” Your voice softened almost to a whisper. “It feels… familiar.”

The word hung between you.

“I know that doesn’t make any sense.”

“It does.” Peter answered quietly, the response leaving his mouth before he could stop it. His eyes never left yours, filled with a sadness you couldn’t quite place.

Your head tilted slightly. “It does?”

He swallowed. “I think…” He smiled, though there was something bittersweet behind it. “Sometimes you meet someone who just feels like they’ve always been part of your life.”

You searched his face for a long moment.

“…Yeah.”

Neither of you looked away. The distance between you suddenly felt much smaller.

You weren’t sure who moved first. Maybe Peter leaned in, maybe you did. Maybe it happened so naturally there wasn’t a first move at all.

Your foreheads brushed together for the briefest moment before your lips met.

The kiss was slow and careful. Neither of you rushed it, as if both of you were quietly asking permission with every passing second.

The world seemed to fall away. The traffic beyond campus, the distant laughter, the wind.

Everything disappeared.

The moment your lips touched, something inside you stirred.

A strange sense of coming home.

When you finally pulled away, you stayed close enough that your noses almost brushed.

Peter’s eyes remained closed for another heartbeat, a small smile spreading across his face before he realized he was smiling at all.

“…Just like the first time.” The words escaped in a whisper, so quiet he almost didn’t hear himself say them.

You blinked.

Your brows pulled together. “The first time?” You blinked at him, confusion replacing the smile on your face as you searched his expression.

Peter’s eyes flew open. Panic flashed across his features.

Peter’s eyes widened. “I—” He let out a nervous laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “I mean… first dates. That’s how they always end in movies, right?” The excuse sounded weak even to his own ears, and the embarrassed grin spreading across his face only made it more obvious.

You narrowed your eyes, clearly unconvinced.

Peter groaned, dropping his head. A laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it. Peter joined in a second later, the tension easing between you.

“I’ll let it slide.” You smiled, taking a slow step backward toward the dorm entrance. “This time.”

“I appreciate that.” Peter smiled warmly, watching you reach for the door.

“Goodnight, Pete.” You slipped inside, offering one last smile before the door closed behind you.

Peter remained where he was, staring at the entrance long after you disappeared.

His fingers drifted unconsciously to his lips. The kiss had been different. New, yet somehow exactly the same.

For the first time in months, the ache in his chest felt a little lighter. Peter allowed himself one impossible hope. Somewhere beneath the spell… Your heart was finding its way back to him.

nicholas 'nick' nelson x male reader

𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: things between you and nick have been starting to get hot and heavier, and you are both definitely ready to take it to the next level.

𝙵𝙳𝙽𝙸 + 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 ─ “𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠”

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: praising, swearing, breeding kink, accidental cumming, raw sex, dirty talk.

You and Nick have been together for just under two years now, and lately, things have been getting hot and heavier. Before, when you two made out, it was cute and sweet, but now it's like you both need to be closer - your bodies crave eachother in a way that is more than just...sweet.

Nick's hands trail under your shirt, gently tracing his fingertips along your stomach as he slides his tongue past your lips, and it massages against your own. “m-mhm” you quietly whimper out as his hand moves further up your body as he reaches your peaked nipples and gently gives it a twist causing you to let out sultry sounds, sounds that only he could get out of you. Considering you've both never had sex before or really even done much, he seems to know your body better than you know your own.

He continues pinching your nipple between his fingertips and continues sliding his tongue back and forth sensually against your own. Nick breaks the kiss by pulling away and staring down at you. He pulls his hand out from under your shirt and brushes a piece of hair out of your face, “...you're so handsome” he coos out and you can't help but blush a whole new shade of red at his comment. “thank you baby” You say softly as you reach up and caress his face.

Nick pulls you back into a kiss as you both begin taking off eachothers clothes leaving you both in your underwear. Nick's large, muscular body on top of yours as you have your legs wrapped around his waist. He begins grinding his hardened clothes cock against your ass, the restriction making this much hotter than it should be.

“are you sure about this?” Nick says softly, yet his voice has undertones of nervousness.

“...Nick, I couldn't be sure of something if I tried.” You let out a quiet chuckle as you continue caressing his face.

Nick looks down at you with his cute half-smile as he begins kissing down your body, getting further and further down until he reaches your underwear. You look down at him as he slides his hands under the hem of your boxers and begins pulling them down letting your semi-hard cock spring free and flop against you.

“..mhm” Nick bites his lip and groans at the sight of your cock springing free.

Nick leans down and places a kiss against the tip of your leaking cock, he wastes no time and takes your semi-hard cock into your mouth and his tongue flicks back and forth against it and he smirks as he feels your cock grow harder and harder in his mouth. You reach down and caress his cheek as his eyes water slightly as he holds you in his mouth, your cock pushing against the back of his throat.

“N....Nick!” You groan out quietly, trying not to make too much noise as you make eye contact with him as your cock is buried in his throat and you can feel it contract around you. You ruffle his hair, which makes him let out a muffled laugh, causing vibrations to shoot down your cock. Nick pulls your cock out of his mouth and he slaps it against his tongue.

“you taste...very good” he says with a smirk, and you can't help but giggle.

You climb further up on the bed and lean against the pillows, as Nick climbs between your legs and gently caresses your open thighs. He looks down at your hard, leaking cock and then back up at your flustered face.

“...wow” he mumbles out as he reaches forward and pushes two fingers past your lips and coating them in your saliva. He brings them down and coats your exposed hole with your saliva and gently pushing one finger past the tight muscle ring and into your hole, causing you to let out a soft wince as you open up and stretch ever so slightly to accommodate his finger, he continues working you more and more open as he adds a second spit soaked finger.

You reach up with one hand and grip his shoulder and with your free hand you reach down and wrap around his uncut cock, slightly pumping it, “y-you can put it in.” You stutter out through nerves and Nick takes a deep breath and smiles softly as he pulls his two fingers out. He pulls back his foreskin exposing his pink tip and lines it up with your pucker.

“I'll be gentle” he mumbles out softly as he pushes inside of you. You grip his shoulders as your eyes roll back slightly as you feel your body accommodating to his size and stretching in a way you never have before. Nick pushes the entirety of his cock inside of you and he can feel your hole pulsating around him, he kisses along your jawline as you let out quiet whimpers.

“f...fuck” You groan out as you pull him in for a kiss, and you both immediately match each others rhythm, both your tongues massaging against each other.

He stays buried inside of you, not moving, just letting your walls contract and grip his cock. “Nick...mhm” You grunt out as you wrap your legs around his waist, and he slowly pulls out before thrusting back in. Nick's thrusts change from soft and slow as he begins to pick up the pace and he reaches down to jerk your cock off trying to match the rhythm of his own thrusts.

You tangle your hand in his hair as he rests his forehead against your own as he thrusts back and forth, faster and harder in your asshole. Nick's cock rubs against your g-spot sending shivers and pleasure up and down your body.

“oh...wow, mhm..” You grunt out in muffled moans.

“you feel...so, so...good” he groans out through gritted teeth

You pull your hand out of his soft hair and you caress his face as he pumps faster and faster inside of you before his eyes squint shut and his mouth gapes open as you feel him flood your asshole. “m-mhm! fuck, nghyes” he grunts out as you let out a quiet moan enjoying the feeling of him cumming inside of you.

He slowly pulls out, and his eyes widen, “..I'm so sorry, that was an accident. You just felt... so good” he lets out a chuckle as you continue caressing his face, “it's fine baby, seeing you and feeling you accidentally cum was so very hot.” You laugh slightly until you feel his hand wrap around your hard cock and he begins pumping it up and down while maintaining quite an intense and sensual eye contact.

“Nick!” You gasp as he pumps your cock faster.

“be a good boy and cum for me” he whispers in your ear

Hearing those words fall out of his mouth in a seductive whisper just causes your body to react in such a horny way as you just immediately shoot your load all over yourself. “N-Nick!” You groan out as he continues jerking you off through your intense orgasm.

You lay there as he grabs a towel from the side and wipes up your cum from your stomach, “next time will be even better... I'll last longer inside you.” he says through a laugh as you lean up on your elbows, “who's says your topping next time?” You say with a huge smirk on your face and Nick's face turns a deep shade of red.

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A/n: Seventeenth part of a longer series based on House of the Dragon. 12.8k~ words. Also i am so sorry y'all lmfaooo part 16 was posted July 4th...2025. I hope this was worth the wait 😭. Warnings: NSFW MDNI (bottom male omega reader x alpha top Jacaerys Velaryon), Smut, A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Jacaerys Velaryon is an alpha), Targcest (male reader is the first born son of Alicent and Viserys.), mentions of death, internalized homophobia(?), implied homophobic society(?), violence, mentions of blood, description of illness and death. Sorry if I missed anything! ps: text that looks like *"this" is being spoken in High Valyrian. Credits: banners/dividers are made by @/cafekitsune Find Part 16 Here

Another Jason Duval x male reader Drabble! This man is so fucking—I’m gonna dominate the x reader tag for him. Maybe I should change my profile to Jason’s husband, anyways, this is 18+ and not meant for anyone younger! Cheating is in this but husband is a douche so yeah. Creator of the image

Repairman Jason Duval? He practically repaired everything in yours and your husband’s house! Appliances to the house itself, especially after hurricane damaged nearly the entire ceiling. He was familiar with his client, an older man who worked in corporate, long hours and piles of work. Means you, the husband, is always home.

Repairman Jason Duval? Dude has to deal with the scolding from the old man. Why is he taking so long? When will he be done? Why do you charge so much? And other complaints that Jason learned to tune out, and maybe distract himself with something, or someone. He would’ve left that bastard but you were the reason he stayed.

Repairman Jason Duval? He knows a hungry, needy, and neglected househusband from a mile away. He was no stranger to receiving attention from widows and single men and women—also married men and women. Given he was always shirtless, working under the scorching hot sun, the sweat glistening and running down his toned, defined body.

Every milfs and dilfs wet dream. And you were no different but he actually engaged with you.

“Cmon, baby… he won’t be back till tomorrow.” Jason groans, his sweaty palms groping your ass as he pulled you closer to him. You whined softly, moaning as you feel his rough hands squeeze and play with your cheeks, his fuzzy stubble grinding against your neck before motor-boating your hairy pectorals, taking the nipples into his mouth—not to mention bumping your leg.

You didn’t care that you were cheating on your husband. The spark that ignited your relationship and later marriage has been extinguished. You even suspect that he’s fucking his assistant. Oh well.

“Focus on me, baby. Forget that old man.” Jason grunts, hoisting and laying you down on the newly renovated kitchen counter, something he did. Your naked body laid before him, his eyes taking in every detail of your being—there were some muscles but the layers of fat were more prominent, fuzzy chest that traveled to your navel. Truly beautiful, made Jason drool.

He didn’t need to prep you, he practically fucked you every day for three years. But he didn’t spit and lathered, his dick was no joke. Broke several pussies and asses in his early 20s before working as a repairman. With one swift motion, he rammed his massive dick until he hilted inside you—your ass spasming and squeezing his dick with a iron grip, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer, deeper!

“Take this fucking dick, baby!” Jason moans, pulling his hips back and ramming into you, delivering deep, harsh thrusts that left you squirming and shaking—the cockhead hitting the right spot repeatedly. The house was filled with bellowing moans and groans, cries of pleasure filling the space as he fucked you into oblivion.

‘Sexy fucking body.’ Jason groaned internally, watching the fat jiggle with each thrust—your pectorals looking mighty tasty.

God, his dick was breaking you. The massive thing was splitting you open and reaching deep in your ass. Your back arched and body trembled, legs squeezing tighter around his waist—begging for more, to go deeper and harder.

“Bet your baby, shrimp dick ass husband can’t make you sound like this.” Jason barked, laughing as he pulled you from the counter and pressed your body against his soaked, sweaty body. “Say it. Want to hear you say it.”

“N-no… mmm… he can’t! N-n-not as deep… not—oh god—as thick as you…” you stammered, your speech broken, mind fuzzy as you were lost in the sauce. Your dick grinding against Jason’s abdomen, the sweat and precum mixing. You swear there was hazy cloud of Jason’s masculine musk and sex.

“Thats right, baby, that’s right…” before Jason could say anything else, the front door opened with two voices coming in.

Your husband… and the assistant?

A/n—hello my strawberry patch and newly added seeds, hope this Drabble was good… cause I think this is the last and I’ll finally work on an actual full fledge fic! Have to speed things up and the smut is short… sorry

!!!WARNING!!! I HAVE NEVER ONCE WATCHED THE SHOW SO IF I GOT SOME THINGS WRONG IM SORRY (also this shit is not proofread because i'm way to tired sooooo i'm sowwy)

you were new to camp half blood, only just recently getting in after your mom decided being around 'normal' kids wasn't good for you and that you should be around people like your self, so she decided to send you across the country to some rinky dinkity camp for kids like yourself (because that definitely wasn't gonna impact you at all).

you were quickly set up in a room with the finest guy you'd ever seen (thank zeus for the one time) and he got to showing you around the camp "and this is where we eat our three meals a day" he introduced you to the eating auditorium "if it can even consider it that" gover gives a slick comment while walking by making you both laugh before Luke as you got to know his name takes you to the training area.

"this is where the practice fights usually happens" Luke holds his arm out showing off the two people currently sparring "oh don't be so uptight, he hasn't lost a parring match since he's been here" annebeth chuckles before leaning into tell you "oh yeah, I bet I could change that" you test his confidence a little but he comes right back at you.

"mmmm so the pip squeak has a little ego huh, might have to take that down a notch" he hands over some armor and a sword before stepping into the ring "challenge accepted" he puts on his own armor and you do the same, you were quick to throw the first swing and he was even quicker to block, after a few more back and forth swinging and blocking you finally got the first hit on him, a slash to the leg which made him smirk a little, no one had ever been able to hit him before.

"so you've got moves I see" he gets back on steady feet before dashing over and landing a nice hit to the gut to which you curl over in pain "but I'm quicker" he lets out a cocky chuckle and within seconds you guys are ducking it out, punch after punch, hit after hit everyone started gathering around just to see it happening, but before long you had him in a headlock on the ground and he was tapping out, everyone cheering your name but he leans over to you "I let you win by the way" he whispers "sure you did pip squeak" you whisper back.

and you don't even know how it happend but somehow you and him ended up back in your shared cabin on his bed making out, bandages and alcohol wipes pushed to the floor as you were on top of him sloppily kissing him, both globes of your ass firmly held in his palms, kneading them softly while letting out small compliments in-between his heavy breaths against your lips.

"never had someone beat me before" he starts kissing down your neck making you let out small moans "no you got your ass handed to you" you corrected him but he was quicker to correct you with a slap to the ass "remember who's got your ass in his hands" he snarkily comments but you have a better response, slipping your hand past his waistband to take his cock into your hands "and remember how has your dick in his hands" you laugh at the shock in his face.

but he nothing if not even more turned on and so were you, traveling further down to his crotch to slowly, teasingly, achingly, all the words he was using to describe you pulling down his pants to reveal his fat cock waiting to be used, you were a little shocked to see all of that just confined to his pants but then again he was half demigod so again fucking thank you zeus.

you slap the tip in your tongue making him let out a broken breathy chuckle before he drops his head back onto the bed, you somehow manage to take the whole thing to almost the base, the rest you jerk off with your hand, your head bobbing up and down, his hand making it way to guide your movements, you could tell he was enjoying every second of this with the way he was struggling to contain all his moaning and groaning he was doing.

"fuck yeah just like that" he choked out twitching his hips upward a bit, the tip of his cock slightly slamming into the back of your throat making you pull off with a little pop, replacing your sucking with jerking him off instead "goddamn your big" you compliment and he can only smirk in response, that cocky ass smirk makes you dive right back in between his legs to keep sucking and it doesn't take long for him to get close to cumming.

"oh shit I'm gonna cum" he grunts holding your head down making sure you don't spill a single drop "fuck fuck fuckkkkk" he chokes out riding out his high with your throat, after about a minute or two he finally lets go and you lift up, mouth covered in saliva, Luke pulling you forward just to kiss it all off your face "fuck I could definitely get used to this place" you laugh.

KEVIN BALL x M!READER

MDNI + FDNI, sexual content below.

WARNINGS: body worship, blowjob (r!giving), nipple play, cum swallowing, balls sucking, swearing, deep throating.

SUMMARY: after a long, extremely busy day working the alibi, kev comes home to an extremely horny husband. it doesn't take long for kev's exhaustion to melt away once he knows what he is in for.

“in here, baby.” You say softly to him as you take his hand and lead him into your bedroom where you open up his robe, and you slowly pull it down his muscular body and you gently push him down against the couch where you get down on your knees between his thick thighs while his flaccid cock flops down against his abs, “baby, I appreciate this so much but im exhausted after work” he says in a regretful tone.

a small smirk grows on your face as you trace your fingers along his large, quite heavy balls. You lean down, and your tongue pratcially falls out of your mouth and connects with his balls, causing his eyes to roll back, “oh, f-fuck.” and in that moment, all of his exhaustion is replaced with ecstasy.

“b-babe!” Kev groans out as you lean forward and take his sensitive pre-cum soaked tip into your warm mouth, tasting his pre-cum like it's a newly found snack. “f-fuck! Holy shit.” Kev grunts out in a low tone as he stares down at you, bobbing your head as you continue to swirl your tongue around his soft pink tip. You throw your head back and your eyes meet with his, “You taste fucking incredible big boy.”

“you've never tasted better.”

You bite your lip as Kev's thumb caresses your lower lip that has been sucked into your mouth as your teeth graze against it. You press a gentle kiss against the tip of his thumb before heading back down and you immediately take his whole length into your throat without warning, feeling his pre-cum froth against the back of your throat as his cock curves down was enough to make you cum in your underwear.

You continue bobbing your head up and down coating his entire girth in your saliva while he becomes an uncontrollable moaning mess, “f-fuck, your making daddy feel good!” He says with the biggest smirk on his face. You graze your hand down across his thighs and then you grip against his balls and gently squeeze them causing his cock to twitch.

You bury your face against his pubes getting a good sniff before throwing your head back and feeling his cock fall out of your mouth with a loud pop as you take his balls into your mouth and begin slurping the sweaty taste of his heavy balls. “I-I'm going to fuckin' nut!” He groans out as you begin rapidly jerking off his cock whilst you swirl your tongue around his balls while your only free hand begins pinching his nipple sending shockwaves of pleasure down his body.

Kev's eyes practically roll back into his head as he shoots if not the biggest load of his life all over his abs, you keep milking his cock getting every last drop of his creamy cum. You pull away from his balls and you lick up every last drop of his cum and then you take his tip into your mouth slurping up whatever else you can get out of him, you chuckle to yourself whilst Kev just lays there in a post-cum daze.

Whilst kev just lays against the couch still feeling the immense pleasure from his load that he's just shot, you straddle his lap and trace your tongue up his abs and up to his neck where you cover it in kisses until you pull away and snuggle against his large naked body, “that was the best fucking blowjob I've ever had.” Kev says, and he can't help but smile as you peck his lips, “Many more to come.” You lean closer to him and whisper in his ear that already gets him shifting with excitement.

pairings: stepdad!henry cavill x male reader

request: Henry catches the reader dressing and touching himself, and then later, the reader teases henry. He was wearing his boxers in the kitchen to show off his ass and bulge. Massaging henrys shoulder while he’s at the table on the laptop, breathing close to his neck. Henry moves the chair a bit so the reader can hop on and grind. They end up having sex henry, preferably breeding him. Lots of daddy kink and good boy talk throughout sex.

warnings: SMUT ! , breeding, pet names, hair pulling, rough fucking, swearing (slurs).

part two

MDNI + FDNI !

You hated your mum for marrying such a sex-god. She didn't deserve to have a man like him every night. Your mum's work forced her to leave town for a couple of days, leaving you alone with your Stepdad. Henry went out on his daily morning run, leaving you alone in the house. You watched him jog away from your bedroom window. You pulled out Henry's used underwear, sniffing in his scent while you gently play with yourself, moaning out.

You jerk you cock slowly building up the speed while breathing in his musky cock scent. You hear your door creek open, Henry catches you jerking off to his underwear. You both gasp while Henry stands there shocked while his bulge grows. You blush slightly, trying to cover your body. "I-I I'm so sorry!" Henry shouts out his hands, covering his eyes as he swiftly runs out of the room. Your boner hardens at the thought of him standing in the doorway watching you.

After he caught you, you began to tease him over the days, walking around wearing tight underwear or short shorts. You walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a jockstrap, "Hi Step-daddy" you say while walking past him, making sure he gets a good shot of your ass. He quietly gasps while staring at your bare ass, he tries to ignore to, sitting down to eat. He begins eating as you slowly creep up behind him, and your hands begin massaging his shoulders. "Henry, you have such broad shoulders," you says whispering in his ear.

Henry slowly closes his eyes, trying not to let his cock take over, Henry's bulge begins to make a large imprint in his shorts as the feeling of your hands massage his shoulder. You slowly lean down to whisper in his ear, "You have such a large frame, I'd love to be under you." You blush while nibbling at his ear. Henry gets up to face you, grabbing your neck to pull you into a kiss.

Henry's tongue fights for dominance in your mouth, ultimately winning the battle. You let this beef cake take control, picking you up and pulling your legs around his waist. His hand grips at your exposed ass, rubbing his thumb against your hole and pushing it in. You gasp, "Step-Daddy!" You rest your head in the nook of Henry's neck, whimpering as his thumb wriggles around inside you. "Yeah, say my name," he smirks. "You've been such a tease, and now you're a whimpering mess just from my thumb," Henry says while laughing slightly.

Henry lays you down on the kitchen island, pushing his index finger and thumb inside you bending and curving them. "I bet you love the feeling of your stepdad's fingers inside you, giving you the ultimate pleasure." he says while he rubs your sweet spot. He pulls his fingers out, pulling down his pyjama bottoms to reveal his hairy beast, the thick veiny cock. He jerks it a couple of times before thrusting it fully into you, without warning.

You gasp it slight pain trying to accommodate to his size "AH!" You groan out before Henry shoves his fingers in your mouth "be quiet fag" he groans as he thrusts himself back and forth into you. "Look at your tiny hole stretching for my size" Henry says while fucking your hole. He thrusts back and forth inside of you "You're taking me like such a good boy", hitting your sweet spot multiple times, causing you to shoot your load hands free while you stare at the greek god above you. "STEP-DADDY" you groan out as you shoot your load over your stomach, "Want daddy to fill you up?" Henry says while gripping your hips while thrusting into you.

"Fill me, Stepdaddy!" You groan as he shoots his load inside of you, coating your walls with cum. Henry continues to fuck his cum back and forth inside your hole, squelching sounds come from your hole. Henry leans down to kiss against your body before pulling out of your hole, breathing heavily. He wipes some cum from your hole and feed it to you "Swallow it, like a good boy" Henry says while smirking.

Henry lifts you up off the counter and carries you into your bedroom, laying you down in bed. "You were such a good boy for me." Henry says while laying down next to you, pulling you close to him.

"I love you, Daddy,"

“Hey… you busy?”

Adrian Chase x Male Reader [NSFW]

Summary: You sent Adrian a nude photo while he was on one of his missions. Warnings/Tags: Trans friendly reader, Spelling errors, Sexting, Horny Adrian, Jerking off to photos, Short. Characters: Adrian Chase (Vigilante)

Strutting down the dark street was none other than Vigilante. His suit mixed with white and teal ready to be painted in red. Adrian was ready to take down another massive drug heist. The shipping dock littered with men in masks armed to the teeth with lethal weapons. But Adrian didn’t waver, this was day and night for him.

Slotting through his variety of weapons. Duel pistols, several throwing knives, and even his sword. He tapped his gloved fingers against the blade, humming to himself. Right before getting right up and ready to begin—

*buzzt—*

Adrian paused. Tapping himself down before fishing his phone out of one of his pockets.

A grin immediately grew on his face as soon as he saw your name on the screen. Tapping the notification, then tapping again. He scoffed and rolled his head, ripping his glove off to free his hand. Finally able to open the text message.

‘ʜᴇʏ… ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜꜱʏ?’

‘ɴɴɴᴏᴘᴇ! ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ᴅᴏɪɴ?’

The three dots kept popping up then disappeared. Clearly you were thinking of a decent reply.

‘ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ… ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ You finally answered.

Adrian bit his lip with a grin under the visor. Haphazardly taking his other glove off to type better.

‘ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ??? :)’

‘ʏᴇᴀʜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱᴇᴇ?’

His brows pinched together in confusion. “See what?” Adrian said out loud. Before he could grasp any concept of what, where, or why. A photo popped up on the screen.

Adrian’s eyes blew open and his jaw dropped. It looked like staring into the open gates of paradise. As if in this moment angels were singing and trumpets played alongside them.

There you were laying on your side, angled in just the right position. And the cherry on top, you were completely naked.

“Oh shit!” Adrian blurted out. Immediately he jumped down from his vantage point. Scanning the area before bolting it across the dock and taking cover behind a massive container.

Slamming his back against the metal he slid down. His head on a swivel ensuring he was in the clear. As soon as he knew he was good, he wasted no time.

—

Adrian had long taken his mask off. Having it fog up his visor which was blocking his vision on the glory of the photo in front of him.

His hand was firm but soft enough to have the best friction. Swallowing back some moans, catching them in his throat so he wasn’t caught. He teased himself with his own hands, letting his head roll back imagining it was you. His thumb caressed the head of his cock making his hips jump and a hiss leave his lips.

“Hhah… fuck—!” He breathed, a whimper rolled up his throat while he choked out a staggered moan. His hand quickened, letting his imagination run wild.

Wishing his aching cock was deep inside you. Hearing your voice sob out his name. Being able to hear and see his cute boyfriend such a mess. It was all too much and god he was easy. A few more desperate and frantic strokes of his hand and Adrian thrusted up into nothing.

He popped. Letting whoever hear his pleasure. He didn’t care. Finally getting down from his high he looked over himself.

“Shit…” Adrian worked fast, cleaning up as best he could. Using his opposite hand to text you back.

ZANE PHILLIPS x [𝚃𝙾𝙿] M!READER

MDNI + FDNI, mature content ahead.

WARNING: cruising kink, oral sex (r!receiving), public kink, breeding kink, ass slapping, mentions of gagging.

SUMMARY: after the first couple of encounters with zane, he was insatiable for your cock but after a while it became an obsession for him, he kept coming back for more.

“you're such a fuckin' slut, you know that?” You grunt out as you trace your thumb against Zane's lower lip as you look down at him on his knees. You can't help but smirk at the sight as your cock hardens, which is not a complete surprise considering the perfect view that you have right before your very eyes. Zane's eyes soften as he looks up at you.

You continue tracing your thumb back and forth against his lower lip until you gently push your way past his lips and into his mouth as you feel his tongue lap around your thumb, almost like it's his instinct. “my pretty fuckin' slut. I am going to fuck you so hard you wont even be able to walk.” the moment those words leave your lips Zane's eyes lighten up.

You lean back against a run-down desk as you slowly start unbuckling your belt as he stays on his knees in front of you. Zane crawls over to you, giving you the perfect shot of his ripped underwear, giving a slight tease to his bubble-butt.

“How many times have we hooked up now? ... you love it, dont you. You're always coming back for more.” You grunt out as you drop your jeans along with your underwear, showing off your cock... the cock that Zane is completely infatuated with, he would do anything to constant have it inside him.

Zane can't help but smirk as his cheeks redden from blushing, “this is the fifth time.. I can't get enough.” he mumbles out as he leans forward and slowly opens up his mouth as he takes your semi-hard cock into his mouth. Zane's eyes flicker up to meet with yours as he continues moving his head forward taking in every single inch of your cock as it hardens completely in his mouth.

You bite your lower lip and throw your head back, “fuckkk...” You grunt out as you grip against the desk to stable yourself, but with your free hand, you run it through his hair getting a nice grip as you manually move his head back and forth on your own command and he doesn't fight it, just lets you take control. His eyes stay focused on you as you look back down at him as you hold his head against your pubes with your cock buried deep down his throat, his eyes start watering.

You look down at Zane as his eyes water, and they tear down his face but his mouth has widened with a smile as his cock is buried perfectly down his throat as it contracts around your cock. You adjust your grip in his hair as you pull his head back freeing your cock from his throat prison. Zane can't help but stare at your spit glistening cock, “get on your hands and knees... arch your back.” You command and he immediately listens, you smirk knowing how much control your have.

You walk around him, drinking up every single inch of this man's perfect body; the way he arches, his bubble-butt, the lustful look that is plastered across his face. He is the sluttiest man that you have ever come across and you can't help but fall for him every single time you see him. “Eat it.” Zane mumbles out, and your smirk grows larger “Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you. Say it again.” You lean closer to him as you whisper in his ear, and he repeats himself but louder and sounding more desperate, “Eat my ass, p-please.”

You get down on your knees, getting a grip on either side of the tear in his underwear, and you pull it apart, getting an even better view of his perfectly rounded ass. “I could never get bored from such a horny bottom.” You mumble out as you grip his cheeks, giving it a shake as you lean forward, and your tongue collides with his hole. Zane's eyes widen and eventually roll back, feeling your tongue against his hole was the only thing that he had ever needed in his life. You flick your tongue back and forth, coating his hole in your saliva before you gently begin pushing against his hole, getting closer and closer to tasting his walls.

You close your eyes and just enjoy the moment of hearing Zane whimpering and whining whilst you taste the best thing ever; a man's ass. Your hands stay gripped on his cheeks, and you kept jiggling them over and over as they would ripple against your face as your tongue deep in his ass. “mhm...fuck.” You grunt out as you pull away from his hole and giving his cheek a quick peck before pulling away.

You grab Zane's shirt, and you completely tear is off his body, showing off his god-like build, and you rip-off whatever fabric is left from his underwear that you not long ago ripped up. You grip his hips, and you pull his ass up more, making Zane arch his back, which he has no struggle with. Zane's asshole gets completely exposed now, and his hole glistens from your saliva. “How badly do you want the dick?” You grunt out as you grip the base of your cock and you start rubbing your tip against his hole, teasing him and making his body twitch.

“So-So bad... I've never needed it more than right now.” he whines out, and you can't help but bite your lip as his whining words go directly to your dick making it twitch. “I can't hold back anymore..” You whisper in his ear as you lean back and line your tip up with his hole, and you thrust your hips forward, pushing past the tight muscle ring and perfectly inside of him.

You throw your head back and your grip on his waist tightens as you slowly thrust your hips out almost entirely but leaving your tip in the warmth of his hole before thrusting back in roughly making Zane bounce forward slightly.

“You like that baby?” You grunt out to him as you hold onto his waist with one hand, and with the other free hand, you slap down against his ass making it jiggle as your crotch collides with his ass over and over and over again. “H-HARDER!” Zane yells out in a state of pure pleasure as your cock hits his sweet spot over and over again.

With Zane's hand, he reaches down his body, and he wraps his hand around his dick and he rapidly starts beating away at his dick, matching the pace of your thrusts. “N-NGH!” he grunts out as you reach your hands forward and wrap them both around his mouth to use as leverage to fuck him harder.

Your thrusts change from erratic to completely sloppy as you inch closer and closer to your inevitable release. Zane's rapid motion against his dick turns sloppier partly to due with your thrusts but also because he can't handle the pleasure anymore, but the moment that your tip hit his sweet spot he couldn't hold back and he starts shooting his thick ropes of cum all over the floor, “A-AH! FUCK, FUCK, F-FUCK.” he groans out in an agonising release that he has been dying for.

The moment that Zane had started cumming everywhere was the moment that his asshole tightened up like there was no tomorrow, your eyes had completely rolled back, it was like he was a virgin again but even tighter than that. “Oh! Fuck.” You grunt out as your thrusts continue as you try to maintain the fast pace as you start painting his walls a nice shade of white. Zane starts wiggling his ass against you as you continue to thrust back and forth into him, fucking your load deeper and deeper inside of his tightness.

“Zane! I can't stop. Your ass is something else.” You grunt out as you continue thrusting into him roughly emptying your entire balls inside of his hole, fucking your load deeper and deeper inside of him “holy fuck! I've never cummed like this before... might need to get a pregnancy test.” You smirk as you throw your head back and Zane just laughs which doesn't take long before turning them into moans.

After a while of breeding Zane's desperate hole, you finally manage to pull out, and you collapse of the floor next to him. “Wow... talk about a crusing situationship.” You mumble out, and Zane just laughs as he spreads open his legs as uses his fingers to plug up his gaping hole so that your cum doesn't fall out, “I don't wanna lose any.” he smirks as you lean closer to kiss his lips, “Fuck.. what am I gonna do with you.” You mumble out as you breathe heavy, thinking about the intense fuck-session that you just had with Zane.

𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Dick confidently takes control, riding you in reverse cowgirl. His playful confidence shines when he effortlessly drops into a full split, catching you completely off guard. | drabble + porn with plot

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 + 𝐅𝐃𝐍𝐈 mature content below.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Smut, Dom!Male!Reader, Sub!Grayson, Moaning, Praising, Reverse cowgirl, M!Reader (receiving), swearing, Explicit Content, Cum, Dirty Talk.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

You lay back on the bed, gripping Dick Grayson's hips as he rode your cock in reverse cowgirl. His ass swallowed every inch, the tight ring gripping you firmly while he bottomed out with a low groan. “Shit, you feel massive tonight,” he muttered, rolling his hips in slow circles before lifting up and dropping back down. 

Your hands clamped onto his waist, feeling the play of muscle under smooth skin as he rode you. Dick's back arched, sweat glistening along his spine, and his own cock bobbed untouched between his spread thighs. He picked up speed, his hips moving faster, the head of your cock dragging against that spot inside him that made his voice crack. “Yeah, just like that—keep it there. Fuck,“

Suddenly he shifted, sliding his legs outward in a smooth motion. They spread wider until he dropped into a full split, his body sinking flush against your lap and taking every inch deeper. The position looked impossible, his flexibility on full display as he continued to work his hips in tiny, grinding motions.

You froze for a second, eyes widening at the sight. “Holy fuck, Dick—“ The position hit you hard, the visual of his split legs and the way his hole still clenched around your length almost too much. Dick glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, breathing heavy. “What? I'm flexible as hell, remember?” He rolled his hips again, proving the point by staying perfectly balanced in the split. “Now stop staring and fuck me.”

The reminder clicked, and heat surged through you. You tightened your grip and started thrusting upward, driving your cock into him with sharp, powerful snaps of your hips. Each thrust lifted him slightly before he sank back down, the full split keeping him wide open for you.  The angle let you pound straight into his prostate, and Dick's moans turned into ragged shouts. “Yes—fuck, right there! Pound me harder, don't stop!”

Your cock slammed up into his stretched hole again and again, the obscene sound of wet thrusts mixing with his gasps. Dick's own dick swung freely in the open position, leaking steadily onto the sheets below. “Take it,” you growled, hips pistoning relentlessly. “Your ass is so fucking tight like this.”

Dick pushed back as much as the split allowed, his voice breaking. “Deeper—goddamn, wreck me.“ Sweat dripped from both of you, bodies slick and moving in a frantic rhythm. 

“I'm close—fuck, I'm gonna cum,” he warned, and you doubled down, hammering up into him until his cock pulsed untouched, shooting ropes across the bed.  Dicks ass clamped down hard, milking you, and you followed right after, flooding his hole with thick pulses of cum while he rode out the aftershocks in that impossible split position.

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