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Sex Magic

Synopsis: A demon has entered the Academy of Unseen Arts. Nick has an interesting way of banishing it that requires Y/N's help.

Warning: Smut. Dom Nick Scratch. Dirty talk. Cream pie. Rimming. Sub Male reader. Gay sex.

On the other side — Yelena Belova x Male Reader (Smut)

Chapter 5: When The Stars Fall —- Jenna Ortega x Male Reader (Smut)

Angela Lopez x male!reader headcanon

Nothing belongs to you. —- Female Reader x Hailee Steinfeld (Smut & Cheating)

the same rules apply: only mxm or x male reader content, and i reserve the right to decline requests with or without explanation

tbh my ideas have run dry so im wondering what you guys would like to see 🫶 and this is my way of hopefully deviating from the archetypes i usually write. you could refer to my masterlists to see which characters i write for.

i am returning to university in two days so im definitely gonna be writing in between all my free periods again, although I'm not sure if I'd be able to keep up the same daily schedule as i did before because apparently 2nd year is hell

Sex Magic

Synopsis: A demon has entered the Academy of Unseen Arts. Nick has an interesting way of banishing it that requires Y/N's help.

Warning: Smut. Dom Nick Scratch. Dirty talk. Cream pie. Rimming. Sub Male reader. Gay sex.

Sex Magic

Synopsis: A demon has entered the Academy of Unseen Arts. Nick has an interesting way of banishing it that requires Y/N's help.

Warning: Smut. Dom Nick Scratch. Dirty talk. Cream pie. Rimming. Sub Male reader. Gay sex.

Juicy Ass

The fainting spell came without warning. One moment Peter Parker was coming back from the emotional isolation he felt at Ned and Michelle's party, and the next his vision blurred and darkness swallowed him whole. His spider senses had been flickering like a dying bulb for weeks, but this was different—complete and total shutdown.

When consciousness returned, it was with a jarring sense of disorientation. Peter found himself encased in a web cocoon, stuck to the brick exterior of his apartment building like some bizarre piece of human-shaped art. The morning sun glinted off the intricate patterns of webbing that had somehow woven themselves around him while he slept.

"What the..." Peter's voice was rough as he struggled against the silky prison. His muscles felt weak, his powers fading like a photograph left in the sun too long. With a desperate heave, he tore through the cocoon—only to realize too late that he'd been anchored to the side of the building by his webbing alone.

Gravity claimed him instantly.

Peter plummeted three stories before instinct took over. His wrist shot out, a thin strand of webbing catching on a nearby flagpole. The jolt nearly dislocated his shoulder, but it saved him from a much worse fate. The same force, however, stripped away his boxers, which fluttered down like a white flag of surrender before landing on a fire escape two floors below.

Naked and mortified, Peter scrambled down the building's exterior and slipped through the basement window he knew was always left slightly ajar. The laundry room was empty at this early hour, but someone had left a basket of clean clothes folded on top of the dryer.

Peter's cheeks burned as he rummaged through the garments. He pulled out a pair of black sweatpants with "JUICY" written in rhinestones across the butt—clearly not his size or style—and a black tank top that would barely reach his sternum. With no other options, he squeezed into the ill-fitting clothes, the sweatpants clinging uncomfortably to his hips and the tank top riding up with every movement.

The elevator ride to his floor was torture. Every time the doors opened, Peter pressed himself into the corner, praying no one would board. The cute blonde girl that Peter had rejected a few weeks ago had asked him if those were her clothes. Peter scrambled for an excuse and said they were his. When he finally reached his apartment, he fumbled with his keys, his hands still shaking from the fall and humiliation.

Y/N was sitting on their couch, coffee mug in hand, clearly waiting for him. The moment Peter stepped inside, Y/N's eyes widened, first with concern, then with barely suppressed laughter.

"Rough night?" Y/N asked, setting down his mug.

"You have no idea." Peter groaned, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "My powers are... glitching. I passed out, woke up in a web cocoon outside, fell, lost my underwear, and had to borrow—" He gestured down at the rhinestone-adorned sweatpants. "—These from the laundry room."

Y/N stood and approached slowly, a predatory glint in his eyes. "You know, I've always wondered what you'd look like in women's sweatpants."

"They're surprisingly comfortable." Peter deadpanned, though his cheeks remained flushed. "And surprisingly revealing."

Y/N's fingers hooked into the waistband of the sweatpants. "I can't resist." He murmured, his voice dropping to that low register that always made Peter's stomach flutter. "I just need to..." With a quick tug, Y/N pulled the sweatpants down to Peter's knees, exposing him completely.

Before Peter could protest, Y/N leaned downward and gently sank into the soft flesh of his buttock.

"Hey!" Peter yelped, though he made no move to escape. "That's mine!"

Y/N released him with a soft laugh, looking up with dark eyes. "Not anymore. Everything about you is mine now."

Peter's embarrassment melted away under the intensity of Y/N's gaze. He reached down, cupping Y/N's face in his hands. "Even the parts of me that are breaking?"

"Especially those." Y/N whispered against his skin before pressing a kiss to the bite mark. "We'll figure this out together. But first..." His gaze drifted downward. "I think someone's missed me."

Peter's breath hitched as Y/N's fingers traced patterns across his exposed skin. The sweatpants pooled around his ankles, forgotten on the floor as Y/N slowly sank to his knees, looking up at Peter with reverence and hunger.

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.

Summary: Somewhere, very far down beneath the fog thickening around your brain with every passing moment after the drink he offered you, you knew you should have said no to him.

Here’s one of the two fics I made for this amazing event @jocficlibrary

Tags: No use of Y/N. Male reader. Dark James Cook. Non-con/Heavy Dub-con. Possessive behavior. Obsessive behavior. Jealousy. Corruption. Drug use. ‘Good boy x Bad guy’. Handjob. Anal sex. Breeding. Marking. Top and dom James Cook. Bottom male reader.

ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 - banner done by @scrprints

Words count: 6000

Plot: You lock eyes with the shirtless, muscular Chad Mitchell at a throbbing summer music festival, and he takes you straight to his tent where he fucks you raw in every position—deep, relentless, and dripping with cum—until the sun rises

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1.8k

Tattooed Desires

The bass from the distant stage throbs through the humid night air like a second heartbeat as you weave through the crowd at the summer music festival. Neon lights streak across the sky—pinks, blues, and electric greens—reflecting off the Ferris wheel that spins lazily in the background. The grass under your feet is damp from earlier rain, and the scent of fried food, sweat, and spilled beer hangs thick. You’re here for the music, the vibe, but mostly to lose yourself for a night. Then you see him.

Chad Mitchell stands out like a god among mortals. Shirtless, his deep brown skin gleams under the festival lights, every ridge of muscle carved like polished marble. A massive pair of angel wings tattoo spans his broad chest, the feathers seeming to flutter with each breath he takes. More ink trails down his powerful arms—script and symbols that tell stories you suddenly ache to read with your tongue. A thick silver chain rests against his collarbones, catching the light, and a black shirt is tied low around his narrow hips, just above the waistband of his pants. He’s on his phone, laughing that deep, rich laugh that cuts through the noise, one hand holding a can of something cold and sweating. His glasses sit perfectly on his face, giving him this sharp, intelligent edge that contrasts with the raw power of his body. A festival wristband dangles from his wrist beside a few colorful ones.

Your eyes lock. He lowers the phone slowly, his full lips curving into a wicked smile that shows perfect white teeth. He ends the call without looking away from you.

“See something you like?” His voice is smooth velvet, low enough that it vibrates in your chest as he steps closer. The crowd parts around him like he owns the space.

You swallow, heat already pooling low in your belly. “Hard not to.”

Chad chuckles, the sound warm and filthy. He closes the distance, his bare chest brushing your shirt. Up close, he smells like citrus cologne, salt, and pure male heat. “Name’s Chad. And you… you look like trouble I want to get into tonight.”

The flirtation is bold, unapologetic. Your pulse races. Before you know it, his free hand is on your waist, fingers splaying possessively over the small of your back, pulling you against the hard wall of his abs. The can in his other hand presses cold against your hip as he leans in, breath hot against your ear.

“Ferris wheel’s got a nice view from the top. Or we could skip straight to my tent. Your call, baby.”

You choose the tent.

His hand never leaves you as he guides you through the festival grounds, past glowing vendor stalls and clusters of laughing people. Every few steps he glances back, eyes dark with promise, thumb stroking circles on your skin where your shirt has ridden up. By the time you reach the cluster of festival tents on the edge of the field, you’re already half-hard, aching.

Chad’s tent is spacious, lit by a single string of fairy lights plugged into a portable battery. A thick air mattress takes up most of the floor, covered in a dark blanket. He zips the flap shut behind you, the sound final and thrilling. Then he turns, and the playful smirk drops into something hungrier.

“Take your shirt off,” he says, voice rough. “Want to see you.”

You obey, peeling it over your head. Chad’s gaze rakes over your body like he’s memorizing every inch. He sets the can down and steps forward, hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing your nipples until they tighten. “Fuck, you’re pretty,” he murmurs, leaning down to drag his mouth along your jaw. His lips are soft, but the scrape of his stubble is rough. When he kisses you, it’s deep and demanding—tongue sliding against yours, tasting of beer and mint. One of his big hands cups the back of your neck, holding you exactly where he wants you.

You moan into his mouth, fingers exploring the heat of his chest. The wings tattoo feel smooth under your palms, but the muscle beneath is rock-hard. You trace the lines of his abs, feeling them flex as he breathes. Chad groans when your hand dips lower, brushing the trail of hair disappearing into his waistband.

He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. “On your knees.”

The command sends a shiver down your spine. You sink down onto the blanket, eye-level with the growing bulge in his pants. Chad unties the black shirt from his hips and lets it drop, then pushes his pants down just enough to free himself. His cock springs out—thick, heavy, dark, and already leaking at the tip. The base is nestled in trimmed curls, veins standing out along the shaft. It’s intimidatingly beautiful, just like the rest of him.

“Open up for me,” he says, voice low and strained with need.

You lean in, lips parting. The first taste is salty, warm skin stretched tight. You take him in slowly, tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down as far as you can go. Chad’s hand fists gently in your hair, not forcing, just guiding. His hips rock forward in shallow thrusts, the muscles in his thighs and abs tightening with every wet suck.

“Shit… just like that,” he praises, head tipping back. The fairy lights cast shadows over his tattooed chest, making the angel wings look almost alive. You hollow your cheeks, working him deeper, one hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. Saliva drips down your chin. Chad’s moans grow louder, guttural, the sound going straight to your own aching cock.

He pulls you off with a wet pop before he can come. “Not yet. Want to be inside you.”

Chad hauls you up and onto the mattress, stripping the rest of your clothes with impatient hands. You’re naked beneath him now, and he takes his time looking—eyes dark, lips parted. He spreads your legs wide, settling between them. His mouth finds your throat, sucking marks into the skin while his fingers, slick with lube he grabbed from somewhere nearby, tease your entrance.

One thick finger pushes in, then two, scissoring and curling until you’re writhing, begging. “Chad—please—”

He kisses you again, swallowing your moans as he adds a third finger, stretching you open. His cock rests heavy against your thigh, leaking steadily. When he finally pulls his fingers out, you feel empty, desperate.

Chad lines himself up, the blunt head pressing against your hole. “Breathe, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.”

He pushes in slow, relentless. The burn is intense, perfect. Inch by inch he fills you until his hips are flush against your ass, balls deep. You’re both panting. Chad’s forehead rests against yours, eyes locked.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. “Taking me so well.”

Then he starts to move. Long, deep strokes that drag against that spot inside you with every thrust. The slap of skin on skin fills the tent. You clutch at his back, nails digging into the smooth skin over his shoulder blades. Chad fucks you harder, one hand bracing beside your head, the other wrapping around your cock, stroking in time with his hips.

Sweat slicks both your bodies. His chain swings between you, cool against your heated skin. Every thrust makes his abs contract, the angel wings flexing. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into the firm globes of his ass, urging him deeper.

“Harder,” you gasp.

Chad grins, feral. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half, and pounds into you. The new angle hits perfectly, making stars burst behind your eyes. Your cock is trapped between your stomachs, leaking and sliding against his abs with every brutal thrust.

“Gonna come inside you,” he grunts, voice breaking. “Fill you up. Want to feel you come first though.”

His hand speeds up on your cock, thumb swiping over the head. Pleasure coils tight in your gut. Chad leans down, biting your shoulder as he drives in deep, grinding against your prostate.

You come with a broken cry, spilling over his fist and across your own stomach in thick ropes. Your hole clenches around him rhythmically, pulling him deeper.

“Fuck—yes—” Chad’s rhythm falters. A few more punishing thrusts and he buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he comes deep inside you. The heat of it is overwhelming, his groan long and low against your neck.

He collapses half on top of you, both of you slick with sweat and cum. For a moment, the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the distant thump of festival music.

Chad kisses you lazily, sweetly this time, then pulls out carefully. He grabs a towel from his bag, cleaning you both with surprising gentleness. But the night isn’t over.

After a short rest, his hands are on you again. He flips you onto your stomach, spreading your cheeks to watch his cum leak from your used hole. “Look at that… so fucking pretty.”

He eats you out then, tongue pushing inside, tasting himself mixed with you. You moan into the blanket, cock hardening again against the mattress. Chad’s strong hands hold your hips, keeping you open as he devours you—licking, sucking, fucking you with his tongue until you’re shaking.

When he’s hard again, he pulls you up onto all fours and slides back in. This time it’s slower, deeper, one hand reaching around to play with your nipples while the other strokes your cock. He whispers filthy praise against your ear—“Such a good boy for me… taking this dick so deep… gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

You come again, harder this time, vision whiting out. Chad follows soon after, pumping another load into you.

The hours blur. You ride him next, hands braced on that tattooed chest, rolling your hips while he grips your ass, guiding you. The fairy lights dance over his sweat-slick skin, highlighting every cut of muscle. You lean down to lick the sweat from the hollow of his throat, tasting salt and skin. His moans are unrestrained now, hips bucking up to meet you.

Later, he bends you over one of the tent’s support poles, fucking you standing while the festival rages outside. Anyone walking by might hear the wet sounds and your desperate whimpers, but neither of you cares.

By the time the sky begins to lighten toward dawn, you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come. You’re both exhausted, sticky, marked with hickeys and fingerprints. Chad pulls you against his chest on the mattress, big arms wrapped around you. His fingers trace lazy patterns over your skin.

“Stay till morning,” he murmurs, voice husky with sleep and satisfaction. “We can grab breakfast… then maybe go for round… whatever the fuck number we’re on.”

You smile against his neck, feeling the steady beat of his heart under the angel wings. The festival music has faded, replaced by birdsong and the rustle of early risers. Chad Mitchell—tattooed, muscular, and impossibly charming—has completely wrecked you in the best possible way.

summary : when dean’s curious about what it would be like to sleep with a guy, he can’t think of a better person to experiment with than his best friend

characters : black male reader x dean di laurentis

warnings : smut, swearing, unprotected sex, first time, oral ( both receiving ), nipple play, sexual awakening, i think that’s all

“I have an idea.”

That wasn’t a good way to start off a conversation. Y/N had known Dean Di Laurentis since freshman orientation, where the two snuck off and got drunk in some random frat house.

Ever since then, they were inseparable. Spot one on campus, and the other wasn’t too far behind. They lived together, they had all the same classes, they were on the same team. It was safe to say that Y/N knew Dean more than Dean knew himself. So, when he said he had an idea, there was no chance in hell it wouldn’t be a bad one.

Y/N sighed, walking into the trap set before him. He paused the tv, the boys in the middle of their nightly Criminal Minds rewatch. “You have 10 seconds to plead your case.”

“Okay.” Dean shifted in his seat so that he was fully facing his best friend. “So, I was on Twitter earlier watching porn—“

“As one usually does.”

Dean smirked. “Exactly! And so, I was scrolling and then I saw something that may or may not have piqued my interest,” he said.

Y/N raised his brow. “How does that this have anything to do with me?”

Dean stared into Y/N’s eyes, chewing on his bottom lip as he contemplated his next words. He was being silly. He had nothing to be nervous about. Y/N was his closest friend, his platonic soulmate that understood him thoroughly. The two shared the same bed all the time, they got drunk and talked until the early morning, they had even seen each other naked multiple times.

Secrets between the friends were non existent. Y/N was a no judgment zone. So, why was he so nervous to spit it out?

“Bro, get to the point. I’m ready to cry over Haley dying for the millionth time,” Y/N said. His eyes softened when he saw Dean fidgeting with his hands. “Whatever it is you can say it. I promise I won’t judge. I’ve done a lot of shit I’ve seen on twitter.”

Dean nodded, all knowing of the wild shit Y/N tried in bed. Again, secrets between the boys were non-existent. A no judgment zone? Eh, sometimes. Y/N had done some wild shit, and so did he. But he could trust Y/N. He already did; he trusted him with his life. There was no reason to worry. Things wouldn’t change regardless of whatever Y/N’s answer was.

So, with a deep inhale, Dean blurted the words out before his nerves could stop him.

“Iwannasleepwithyou.”

Y/N grinned, shaking his head in amusement as he pressed play on Criminal Minds. “Yeah, and I want you to suck my dick. Anything else?”

“I’m serious,” Dean said.

“And the sky is red.”

Dean groaned, rolling his eyes as he took matters into his own hands. He should’ve saw it coming. The two joked all the time about wanting to fuck each other. Sometimes the jokes went a bit too far, into territory where Dean had to wonder whether or not Y/N was genuinely joking.

Guys pretended to be gay all the time. No biggie. But when his best friend was attractive, beyond the average guy, and he had no issue showing off his attractiveness with every chance he got, Dean had no choice but to question his sexuality.

Y/N didn’t flinch when Dean grabbed his face. They always pretended to kiss, usually to piss the other off. However, his body did tense when he felt a pair of soft lips on his own. His eyes shot open, taking in the reality of the situation.

Dean slipped his tongue into Y/N’s mouth, hand sliding to the back of Y/N’s neck so he could pull him deeper into the kiss. He slid his tongue into Y/N’s mouth, moaning and breathing heavily as he lost himself in the kiss.

Meanwhile, Y/N couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe his lips. Dean was actually kissing him. He wasn’t tired, so this wasn’t a dream. He could taste the faint trace of the salsa they had for dinner and the few beers they shared on Dean’s lips. And his hands. Dean’s touch was as hot as coals, igniting an all too familiar spark inside of him.

He was enjoying this. He was enjoying this maybe a bit too much for someone who slept with strictly girls.

Dean pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily as his baby blue eyes fluttered open. For his first kiss with a guy— well, his first serious kiss with a guy— he felt pure bliss.

His head was swirling with countless thoughts about how Y/N’s lips tasted like cotton candy and cheap beer. How he smelled so intoxicating, despite Dean being very used to his normal scent. During the kiss, he had moved even closer, their bare thighs touching and creating an electricity they both couldn’t ignore.

“I’m serious,” Dean said, licking the silva on his lips. “Saw some gay porn earlier. It was kinda hot,” he admitted.

Y/N snapped out of his trance as he registered Dean’s words. This was actually happening. All the times thoughts of what it would be like to sleep with dean crept into his mind against his will.

All of the times his gaze lingered on Dean’s ass when he walked around in the locker room, showing off the body he sculpted himself in the gym. All the ways he thought about Dean in a way that no one should’ve had about their best friend.

He never thought anything would come of it, but as he stared into Dean’s lustful eyes… Y/N would be a liar if he said he wasn’t enjoying the moment.

“You’re serious?” Y/N whispered, his hand creeping up Dean’s thick thigh.

“Pretty sure, yeah,” the blond nodded.

“But are you sure?” Y/N asked. “You know what I say—“

“Consent is key. Yeah, yeah, I know,” Dean scoffed. “Y/N, I want you to fuck me. Then maybe I can fuck you. I don’t know, I didn’t think this through. I just know I want this.”

Y/N nodded, letting the words settle the air incase Dean wanted to snatch them back. But he didn’t. He just stared at Y/N, chest rising and falling as he awaited the next move.

“Well then…”

Dean yelped as he was pulled into Y/N’s lap. He groaned when Y/N grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks with his might as he connected their lips again. The kiss was messy, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. All while, Dean rolled his lips, grinding against the growing erection beneath Y/N’s boxers.

When he stumbled across the gay porn that awakened his rapidly growing urge for men, Dean made sure to study all that he could. How the bottom— a word he had to look up considering he was an idiot when it came to the roles in gay sex— serviced his top. How he used his body to entice whoever the lucky guy was to further build tension until the cherry was popped.

Figuratively and literally.

Y/N pulled back from the kiss, tossing his head back as a groan fell from lips swollen lips. Dean kissed a trail down to his neck, his lips attacking the soft spot under Y/N’s chin. He rocked his hips even harder, his own erection grinding against Y/N’s torso with every move.

If he was being honest, there wasn’t much of a difference between sleeping with a guy and a girl. His dick was leaking precum, desire building up more and more with every move. It made him think why the hell he didn’t try to fuck with his best friend way earlier.

Y/N’s hand slipped past the waistband of Dean’s shorts, grinning when his hands touched bare skin. “No underwear?”

Dean pulled back, shrugging innocently. “I knew switching to commando would pay off eventually,” he said.

The two continued to kiss as Y/N pulled Dean’s shorts down past his ass, kneading the flesh as Dean moaned freely into his mouth. They were both hard as hell, dicks aching for attention as the tension in the air grew too thick. Y\N could kiss Dean for hours. He probably would after this now that there was no going back to their normal friendship. But right now, Y/N wanted more. He needed more.

“Thinking what I’m thinking?” Y/N asked.

Dean furrowed his brow as he racked his brain for an answer. A sly grin spread across his lips once he realized what Y/N was hinting at. “Fuck yeah, bro.”

Dean scrambled off of him, pulling his shorts down with swiftness while Y/N did the same with his own clothes. The two didn’t have much time to admire the other’s naked body in a different context, too eager to get to the fun stuff. Y/N laid on the couch, grunting when Dean hopped on top of him. Y/N couldn’t fault him for his excitement. Y/N’s dick was jumping at the mere thought of being inside of Dean.

Dean found a comfortable position, scooting backwards so that his ass was close to Y/N’s face. His ass always was something Y/N took special interest in.

Several comments about how fat it was, constantly slapping Dean’s bare ass, even going as far as to take a shot off of it during a wild party during their freshman year that the two didn’t talk publicly about for, well, obvious reasons. Now Y/N got to see it up close and personal, hands caressing the smooth skin of the round globes he was about to get the privilege of tasting.

“Just to be clear,” Dean said, wrapping his hand around the base of Y/N’s pulsing dick. “If this sucks, we’re still gonna be best bros, right?”

Y/N rolled his eyes.“Doubt it’s gonna to suck but sure, what happens in college stays in college.”

“Alright, cool.”

Y/N wasted no time to bury his face in Dean’s ass, tongue lapping his tight hole. Dean moaned, eyes rolling at the brand new sensation overtook him. Y/N gripped Dean’s ass, pulling him further back onto his face as he circled his tongue around Dean’s hole. Just when Y/N didn’t think he could experience more pleasure, Dean finally regained his composure from getting his hole licked and wrapped his lips around Y/N’s tip.

“S-Shit!” Y/N moaned into Dean’s ass, muffled vibrations ripping through the blond’s body.

The countless amounts of blowjobs Dean had received finally came in handy. Doing what all the girls in the past had done to him, Dean circled his tongue around Y/N’s tip, collecting the precum on his tongue. The salty taste exploded in his mouth. He moaned around Y/N’s dick, slowly working his way down Y/N’s dick until he reached the base. His body shuddered as he gagged, eyes watering as he did his best to breathe through his nose.

Dean had newfound appreciation for sucking dick. It was difficult, to say the least, but he was enjoying every moment of it. He bobbed his head up and down, stretching his jaw as far as he could to fit Y/N’s girth. His nails dug into Y/N’s thighs as he gagged, spit flying over the couch as he fought through his gag reflex. All the while, Y/N slipped his tongue past the ring of muscle, wiggling around inside Dean’s ass.

He couldn’t control his moans. Even the TV couldn’t drown out the sounds coming from his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Y/N continued to explore his insides. Nothing had ever felt so good. His mind had gone numb as he continued to bob his head at a quick pace, focusing on nothing but the pleasure coursing his body.

When Y/N started to thrust his tongue in and out of his hole, Dean snapped. He sat up, firmly planting his ass on Y/N’s face as he began to grind his hips. He didn’t care that his three other roommates were upstairs, sound asleep. Y/N’s name fell from his lips again and again, feeling his orgasm approaching as his hole stretched around Y/N’s experienced tongue.

One hand wrapped around his dick, while the other stroked Y/N’s, Dean felt himself coming undone. The wound up ball inside of him exploded and cum came shooting out in thick ropes.

“Fuck!” Dean yelled, clenching his jaw as his dick continued to shoot out cum.

Y/N followed close behind, body tensing as his orgasm him like a freight train. The fog in Dean’s brain cleared for a moment when he realized that Y/N was coming. He leaned forward, closing his mouth around Y/N’s tip as cum spurted into his mouth. He hummed in content, swallowing as much cum as he could. Some dripped down his chin, making a mess on the suede material of the couch.

He pulled off with a pop, rolling his hips on Y/N’s face a few more times before he moved. Y/N gasped for breath now that air was available, breathing deeply as he came down from his mind blowing orgasm.

“Holy… fucking… shit.”

Dean climbed around, snuggling up to Y/N as he rested his head on his chest. It felt a bit odd to be cuddling with his best friend, even though there was some of his cum still on his chin and lips, but it felt comforting. It was a bit too romantic for the both of them, considering they were known around campus to be the type to hit it and quit it. But they were best friends. If there was anyone Dean wanted to hold him as he came down from an orgasm, it was Y/N. And vice versa.

He lifted his leg, humming softly as Y/N rested his hand on his ass. “Can’t lie, I’m fucking exhausted,” the blond said, wiping his hair out of his face.

Y/N furrowed his brow. “Dean Di Laurentis is tired after half a round?”

Dean scoffed, lifting his head to narrow his eyes at his best friend. “You call that half?” he asked.

“Didn’t get to fuck you yet, so uh, yeah.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot all about that,” Dean admitted. “Give me 30 minutes to recover and then this ass is all yours.”

Y/N smacked Dean’s ass, jiggling the flesh in his hand before he finally sat up. If they were going to continue this experimentation, they wouldn’t be able to do it in such a public space. Not that their roommates would be too surprised considering they were already closer than what was normal for most friends. But still, he was sure Dean didn’t want to see anyone taking dick. He still had some shame, even if it was very little.

Dean pulled up his shorts, brushing his hair back as he looked over at his best friend. He leaned in for a quick kiss, reaching down and grabbing Y/N’s dick with a mischievous grin on his face. “Thanks for introducing me to the magic that is getting my ass ate,” he said.

summary : when dean’s curious about what it would be like to sleep with a guy, he can’t think of a better person to experiment with than his best friend

characters : black male reader x dean di laurentis

warnings : smut, swearing, unprotected sex, first time, oral ( both receiving ), nipple play, sexual awakening, i think that’s all

“I have an idea.”

That wasn’t a good way to start off a conversation. Y/N had known Dean Di Laurentis since freshman orientation, where the two snuck off and got drunk in some random frat house.

Ever since then, they were inseparable. Spot one on campus, and the other wasn’t too far behind. They lived together, they had all the same classes, they were on the same team. It was safe to say that Y/N knew Dean more than Dean knew himself. So, when he said he had an idea, there was no chance in hell it wouldn’t be a bad one.

Y/N sighed, walking into the trap set before him. He paused the tv, the boys in the middle of their nightly Criminal Minds rewatch. “You have 10 seconds to plead your case.”

“Okay.” Dean shifted in his seat so that he was fully facing his best friend. “So, I was on Twitter earlier watching porn—“

“As one usually does.”

Dean smirked. “Exactly! And so, I was scrolling and then I saw something that may or may not have piqued my interest,” he said.

Y/N raised his brow. “How does that this have anything to do with me?”

Dean stared into Y/N’s eyes, chewing on his bottom lip as he contemplated his next words. He was being silly. He had nothing to be nervous about. Y/N was his closest friend, his platonic soulmate that understood him thoroughly. The two shared the same bed all the time, they got drunk and talked until the early morning, they had even seen each other naked multiple times.

Secrets between the friends were non existent. Y/N was a no judgment zone. So, why was he so nervous to spit it out?

“Bro, get to the point. I’m ready to cry over Haley dying for the millionth time,” Y/N said. His eyes softened when he saw Dean fidgeting with his hands. “Whatever it is you can say it. I promise I won’t judge. I’ve done a lot of shit I’ve seen on twitter.”

Dean nodded, all knowing of the wild shit Y/N tried in bed. Again, secrets between the boys were non-existent. A no judgment zone? Eh, sometimes. Y/N had done some wild shit, and so did he. But he could trust Y/N. He already did; he trusted him with his life. There was no reason to worry. Things wouldn’t change regardless of whatever Y/N’s answer was.

So, with a deep inhale, Dean blurted the words out before his nerves could stop him.

“Iwannasleepwithyou.”

Y/N grinned, shaking his head in amusement as he pressed play on Criminal Minds. “Yeah, and I want you to suck my dick. Anything else?”

“I’m serious,” Dean said.

“And the sky is red.”

Dean groaned, rolling his eyes as he took matters into his own hands. He should’ve saw it coming. The two joked all the time about wanting to fuck each other. Sometimes the jokes went a bit too far, into territory where Dean had to wonder whether or not Y/N was genuinely joking.

Guys pretended to be gay all the time. No biggie. But when his best friend was attractive, beyond the average guy, and he had no issue showing off his attractiveness with every chance he got, Dean had no choice but to question his sexuality.

Y/N didn’t flinch when Dean grabbed his face. They always pretended to kiss, usually to piss the other off. However, his body did tense when he felt a pair of soft lips on his own. His eyes shot open, taking in the reality of the situation.

Dean slipped his tongue into Y/N’s mouth, hand sliding to the back of Y/N’s neck so he could pull him deeper into the kiss. He slid his tongue into Y/N’s mouth, moaning and breathing heavily as he lost himself in the kiss.

Meanwhile, Y/N couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe his lips. Dean was actually kissing him. He wasn’t tired, so this wasn’t a dream. He could taste the faint trace of the salsa they had for dinner and the few beers they shared on Dean’s lips. And his hands. Dean’s touch was as hot as coals, igniting an all too familiar spark inside of him.

He was enjoying this. He was enjoying this maybe a bit too much for someone who slept with strictly girls.

Dean pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily as his baby blue eyes fluttered open. For his first kiss with a guy— well, his first serious kiss with a guy— he felt pure bliss.

His head was swirling with countless thoughts about how Y/N’s lips tasted like cotton candy and cheap beer. How he smelled so intoxicating, despite Dean being very used to his normal scent. During the kiss, he had moved even closer, their bare thighs touching and creating an electricity they both couldn’t ignore.

“I’m serious,” Dean said, licking the silva on his lips. “Saw some gay porn earlier. It was kinda hot,” he admitted.

Y/N snapped out of his trance as he registered Dean’s words. This was actually happening. All the times thoughts of what it would be like to sleep with dean crept into his mind against his will.

All of the times his gaze lingered on Dean’s ass when he walked around in the locker room, showing off the body he sculpted himself in the gym. All the ways he thought about Dean in a way that no one should’ve had about their best friend.

He never thought anything would come of it, but as he stared into Dean’s lustful eyes… Y/N would be a liar if he said he wasn’t enjoying the moment.

“You’re serious?” Y/N whispered, his hand creeping up Dean’s thick thigh.

“Pretty sure, yeah,” the blond nodded.

“But are you sure?” Y/N asked. “You know what I say—“

“Consent is key. Yeah, yeah, I know,” Dean scoffed. “Y/N, I want you to fuck me. Then maybe I can fuck you. I don’t know, I didn’t think this through. I just know I want this.”

Y/N nodded, letting the words settle the air incase Dean wanted to snatch them back. But he didn’t. He just stared at Y/N, chest rising and falling as he awaited the next move.

“Well then…”

Dean yelped as he was pulled into Y/N’s lap. He groaned when Y/N grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks with his might as he connected their lips again. The kiss was messy, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. All while, Dean rolled his lips, grinding against the growing erection beneath Y/N’s boxers.

When he stumbled across the gay porn that awakened his rapidly growing urge for men, Dean made sure to study all that he could. How the bottom— a word he had to look up considering he was an idiot when it came to the roles in gay sex— serviced his top. How he used his body to entice whoever the lucky guy was to further build tension until the cherry was popped.

Figuratively and literally.

Y/N pulled back from the kiss, tossing his head back as a groan fell from lips swollen lips. Dean kissed a trail down to his neck, his lips attacking the soft spot under Y/N’s chin. He rocked his hips even harder, his own erection grinding against Y/N’s torso with every move.

If he was being honest, there wasn’t much of a difference between sleeping with a guy and a girl. His dick was leaking precum, desire building up more and more with every move. It made him think why the hell he didn’t try to fuck with his best friend way earlier.

Y/N’s hand slipped past the waistband of Dean’s shorts, grinning when his hands touched bare skin. “No underwear?”

Dean pulled back, shrugging innocently. “I knew switching to commando would pay off eventually,” he said.

The two continued to kiss as Y/N pulled Dean’s shorts down past his ass, kneading the flesh as Dean moaned freely into his mouth. They were both hard as hell, dicks aching for attention as the tension in the air grew too thick. Y\N could kiss Dean for hours. He probably would after this now that there was no going back to their normal friendship. But right now, Y/N wanted more. He needed more.

“Thinking what I’m thinking?” Y/N asked.

Dean furrowed his brow as he racked his brain for an answer. A sly grin spread across his lips once he realized what Y/N was hinting at. “Fuck yeah, bro.”

Dean scrambled off of him, pulling his shorts down with swiftness while Y/N did the same with his own clothes. The two didn’t have much time to admire the other’s naked body in a different context, too eager to get to the fun stuff. Y/N laid on the couch, grunting when Dean hopped on top of him. Y/N couldn’t fault him for his excitement. Y/N’s dick was jumping at the mere thought of being inside of Dean.

Dean found a comfortable position, scooting backwards so that his ass was close to Y/N’s face. His ass always was something Y/N took special interest in.

Several comments about how fat it was, constantly slapping Dean’s bare ass, even going as far as to take a shot off of it during a wild party during their freshman year that the two didn’t talk publicly about for, well, obvious reasons. Now Y/N got to see it up close and personal, hands caressing the smooth skin of the round globes he was about to get the privilege of tasting.

“Just to be clear,” Dean said, wrapping his hand around the base of Y/N’s pulsing dick. “If this sucks, we’re still gonna be best bros, right?”

Y/N rolled his eyes.“Doubt it’s gonna to suck but sure, what happens in college stays in college.”

“Alright, cool.”

Y/N wasted no time to bury his face in Dean’s ass, tongue lapping his tight hole. Dean moaned, eyes rolling at the brand new sensation overtook him. Y/N gripped Dean’s ass, pulling him further back onto his face as he circled his tongue around Dean’s hole. Just when Y/N didn’t think he could experience more pleasure, Dean finally regained his composure from getting his hole licked and wrapped his lips around Y/N’s tip.

“S-Shit!” Y/N moaned into Dean’s ass, muffled vibrations ripping through the blond’s body.

The countless amounts of blowjobs Dean had received finally came in handy. Doing what all the girls in the past had done to him, Dean circled his tongue around Y/N’s tip, collecting the precum on his tongue. The salty taste exploded in his mouth. He moaned around Y/N’s dick, slowly working his way down Y/N’s dick until he reached the base. His body shuddered as he gagged, eyes watering as he did his best to breathe through his nose.

Dean had newfound appreciation for sucking dick. It was difficult, to say the least, but he was enjoying every moment of it. He bobbed his head up and down, stretching his jaw as far as he could to fit Y/N’s girth. His nails dug into Y/N’s thighs as he gagged, spit flying over the couch as he fought through his gag reflex. All the while, Y/N slipped his tongue past the ring of muscle, wiggling around inside Dean’s ass.

He couldn’t control his moans. Even the TV couldn’t drown out the sounds coming from his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Y/N continued to explore his insides. Nothing had ever felt so good. His mind had gone numb as he continued to bob his head at a quick pace, focusing on nothing but the pleasure coursing his body.

When Y/N started to thrust his tongue in and out of his hole, Dean snapped. He sat up, firmly planting his ass on Y/N’s face as he began to grind his hips. He didn’t care that his three other roommates were upstairs, sound asleep. Y/N’s name fell from his lips again and again, feeling his orgasm approaching as his hole stretched around Y/N’s experienced tongue.

One hand wrapped around his dick, while the other stroked Y/N’s, Dean felt himself coming undone. The wound up ball inside of him exploded and cum came shooting out in thick ropes.

“Fuck!” Dean yelled, clenching his jaw as his dick continued to shoot out cum.

Y/N followed close behind, body tensing as his orgasm him like a freight train. The fog in Dean’s brain cleared for a moment when he realized that Y/N was coming. He leaned forward, closing his mouth around Y/N’s tip as cum spurted into his mouth. He hummed in content, swallowing as much cum as he could. Some dripped down his chin, making a mess on the suede material of the couch.

He pulled off with a pop, rolling his hips on Y/N’s face a few more times before he moved. Y/N gasped for breath now that air was available, breathing deeply as he came down from his mind blowing orgasm.

“Holy… fucking… shit.”

Dean climbed around, snuggling up to Y/N as he rested his head on his chest. It felt a bit odd to be cuddling with his best friend, even though there was some of his cum still on his chin and lips, but it felt comforting. It was a bit too romantic for the both of them, considering they were known around campus to be the type to hit it and quit it. But they were best friends. If there was anyone Dean wanted to hold him as he came down from an orgasm, it was Y/N. And vice versa.

He lifted his leg, humming softly as Y/N rested his hand on his ass. “Can’t lie, I’m fucking exhausted,” the blond said, wiping his hair out of his face.

Y/N furrowed his brow. “Dean Di Laurentis is tired after half a round?”

Dean scoffed, lifting his head to narrow his eyes at his best friend. “You call that half?” he asked.

“Didn’t get to fuck you yet, so uh, yeah.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot all about that,” Dean admitted. “Give me 30 minutes to recover and then this ass is all yours.”

Y/N smacked Dean’s ass, jiggling the flesh in his hand before he finally sat up. If they were going to continue this experimentation, they wouldn’t be able to do it in such a public space. Not that their roommates would be too surprised considering they were already closer than what was normal for most friends. But still, he was sure Dean didn’t want to see anyone taking dick. He still had some shame, even if it was very little.

Dean pulled up his shorts, brushing his hair back as he looked over at his best friend. He leaned in for a quick kiss, reaching down and grabbing Y/N’s dick with a mischievous grin on his face. “Thanks for introducing me to the magic that is getting my ass ate,” he said.

Archie Andrews x male reader

Archie Andrews x male reader