bo burnham smut

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

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

But early this morning you received a text.

Come over

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You huffed a laugh.

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

The mess in your underwear tells a completely different story.

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

He perks up instantly.

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

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

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

His expression lights up immediately and he nods vigorously.

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

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

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

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

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

He nods. “I know, I know,”

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

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

His response is breathy and sharp. “Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just moans in response.

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

“Yes,” He nods, his voice strained.

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

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

Alright, You think. Here goes nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’ll never get over it.

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

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

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

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

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

You shoot him a stern look.

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

Jesus fucking Christ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” He moans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Speak up, honey,” You coo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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