kp

summary : buck is desperate to get y/n back, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen

characters : black male reader x evan “buck” buckley

note : i don’t know what is with me and these pain kinks, but im kinda loving it??

warnings : smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, rimming ( buck receiving ), degrading language, use of the word “daddy”, pain kink, sub buck, dom reader, make up sex, rough sex, angry sex, hairy ass, creaming, fingering, i believe that’s all

When Buck opened the door in only a sweater and underwear, Y/N shoved right past him. Making a beeline for the bedroom, Y/N ignored Buck calling out his name as he walked further into the house.

Y/N knew every single one of Buck’s tricks, and he knew them well. More times than he’d like to admit, the tricks worked on him. Not this time. This time Y/N was serious about standing his ground and doing what he knew was right.

Buck came into the bedroom they shared only a week ago, leaning against the doorway as he watched Y/N rummage through his side of the dresser. “I was baking some sourdough if you wanted to stay and eat.”

Y/N scoffed, shaking his head as he shoved as much clothing his duffle bag could fit. “I’ll pass on the nasty ass bread.”

“Hey!”

Buck pouted, yet remained hopeful. Y/N could’ve said worse. He did a week ago when they got into the argument that led to their breakup. It wasn’t over anything serious. Not if you ask Buck. According to Y/N, it was pretty serious he was spending more time at work than he did at home.

Maddie agreed with that sentiment. So did Hen. And Eddie. Even Athena agreed, which meant pretty much everyone was on his ass about letting the best thing to ever happen to him walk out of the door.

Now was his last chance to make that happen.

Walking behind Y/N, Buck rested his head on his shoulder. “Can we just talk about things?” he asked.

“I did enough talking. Matter fact, I’ve been talking for the last 3 years,” Y/N scoffed. “Talking clearly doesn’t work so I’m done. We’re done. Everything’s done.”

Buck sighed. That’s about exactly what he thought Y/N would say. Which is why he had a plan to make Y/N listened. Eddie told him to not do the plan. He called it “the dumbest shit you’ve ever come up with”, but that only made it more enticing. Buck walked over to the door, using the key in his hand to lock it. He threw it in the trash, grinning when he saw the gold disappear in the mountain of papers and soda cans.

Y/N huffed when he was done packing, slamming the drawers. “You can have everything else, I really don’t give a fuck. I just wanted my personal shit,” he said.

“Am I not personal to you?” Buck pouted.

“Bite me.”

Y/N walked over the door, ignoring the shit eating grin on Buck’s face as he tried to open it. His body ran into the door as it didn’t budge. Furrowing his eyebrows, he jiggled the doorknob with all his might. He stopped when he realized what was happening.

He expected Buck to pull out all of the stops to keep him from leaving, but he didn’t know he would take it as far as physically keeping him from leaving.

“Evan, I swear on everything I love.” Y/N tried to control his breath, even as his heart started to beat faster as anger grew inside of him. “Open this door or I’m going to knock it down.”

Buck chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh, I don’t think so,” he said, climbing onto the bed. “I think I want you knock me down.”

Nothing shocked Y/N about the scene he turned around to face.

On all fours, Buck’s underwear were pooled at his ankles, baring his muscular ass covered all over with peach fuzz. He wiggled his ass enticingly, using enough force to make the flesh of his ass wobble. Bruises and nail indents from the last time he pulled out this move were still visible, a stark contrast against the pale skin of his ass.

A cocky, knowing smirk played on his lips as he watched Y/N’s eyes glaze over with lust. In their time dating, Buck had come to realize being horny was the only thing strong enough to erase all logic from Y/N.

He hated to use it against someone he loved, but he was desperate. Y/N walking out would mean he was left without everything he needed.

He wouldn’t come home to home cooked meals and Y/N’s crazy stories from the hospital that rivaled his own. He wouldn’t be showered with kisses as soon as he walked through the door until the moment they fell asleep watching corny firefighter shows that depicted nothing accurately.

Most importantly, he wouldn’t be able to find someone with a dick as amazing as Y/N’s.

“It’s been so long since you felt me, daddy,” Buck sighed. He reached back and spread open his ass, showing off his puckered hole. “I’m so damn tight.”

Y/N would have to grapple with why he had little to no sexual control when it came to Buck. But that could wait until a later time. For now, he had to cave into his desires. It took Y/N only two steps to reach the bed, slapping Buck’s hands away so he could grab the meaty flesh.

Electricity sparked at the contact. Y/N kneaded the flesh in his hands, slapping it a few times to watch the ripples of skin. Everything inside of him was screaming for him to leave. Break the door down and make a run for it while he still could. But only a mad man would be able to walk away from the bubblegum pink hole staring at him, visible yearning to be fucked.

“This doesn’t mean shit,” Y/N said. “I just feel like getting my dick wet.”

Buck rolled his eyes at the blatant lie, but he was caught off guard when a tongue pushed inside of him. He gasped, hand flying back to grip Y/N’s hair as the tongue began to swirl inside of him. The pleasure he had been missing for a week hit him all at once, his dick now erect as it brushed against the bed with every roll of his hips.

Y/N’s nails dug into Buck’s ass, pulling the 6’2 man back onto his tongue. He buried his face deep between the cheeks, moving slowly as it took some time to reenter Buck’s hole every time he pulled his tongue out. When Y/N had Buck bent over the sink in the bathroom of the bar they were having their first date, Y/N swore that Buck had the tightest hole on the planet. It took almost 10 minutes of fingering for Buck’s hole surrender and let Y/N’s dick finally get a taste.

3 years later, and things didn’t change. Working Buck’s hole open was an experience in itself, an experience Y/N enjoyed just as much as the actual penetration.

Y/N pulled his face back and spat directly on his hole, bringing two fingers up to lather the spit around. Buck moaned into the pillow under him, pushing his ass back to try and feel more pressure. Y/N slapped his ass with a quarter of his strength, which was enough for Buck to cry out in pain and still his hips.

“You don’t get to feel good during this, okay?” Y/N asked, only continuing when he got a verbal response from Buck. “If you cum, you better believe I’m walking out the door and never coming back.”

“Yes, daddy,” Buck whimpered, gripping the sheets as he mentally prepared for the ride he was about to be taken on. One he was 100% willing to do again and again if it meant he got to keep Y/N forever.

Y/N shoved two fingers inside of Buck, not bothering with the usual way he eased his digits inside. “Say you’re sorry for being a piece of shit.”

“I’m sorry!” Buck sobbed, hole clenching down hard on Y/N’s fingers. “I’m so, so sorry, Daddy. I’ll be better. I promise.”

Y/N rolled his eyes as he fought against the walls clamping down on his fingers. He began to fuck into Buck with a rapid pace, feeling around for the bundle of nerves hidden somewhere. “You said that last time. And the time before that. How am I supposed to nowhere anything you say?”

Buck struggled to catch his breath as Y/N continued the assault on his ass. “T-Trust me. I’ll be… so good for you.”

“Yeah? You sure about that?”

“Yes, Da—“ Buck’s eyes widened when Y/N’s fingers hit his prostate. The arch in his back depended and tears filled in his eyes. “F-Fuck! Oh… my… God!”

Y/N added a third finger, shoving them in and out of Buck’s hole with a sadistic grin on his face. Buck sobbed for him to stop the assault on his prostate, all while pushing his ass back to meet the thrusts.

Cream began to coat Y/N’s fingers, causing him to salivate as he wanted nothing more to produce more of that cream with even more friction. Buck’s hole tried to suck his fingers even deeper, but he managed to pull them out with a pop.

“Fuck…” Buck sighed, rolling onto his back. He checked his dick to make sure it wasn’t coated in cum, and to his luck, he was in the clear.

He watched as Y/N stripped out of his clothes, throwing them behind him without a care in the world before climbing onto the bed.

Buck spread his legs as wide as they could to allow Y/N in between, even though he knew once the time came, his flexibility would be put to the test as his body complied with whatever Y/N demanded of him. He wrapped his muscular thighs around Y/N’s hack, pulling him close enough to where their heart beats were one.

He grabbed Y/N’s hair and pulled him in for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he shoved his tongue inside. The kiss was sloppy and full of spit, some dribbling down the side of their mouths as their tongues fought for dominance.

A pointless battle it was, as Y/N easily overtook him. His hands moved down the side of Buck’s body, falling behind his knees. When he had a good trip, Y/N pushed Buck’s legs until his knees were aligned with his ears.

“Y/N! It hurts, shit, that hurts!” Buck cried out, shoving him as much as he could. The stretch of muscles felt like he was being torn apart, even if there was a hint of pleasure hidden deep within the pain.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Y/N scoffed, continuing to push Buck’s legs until his feet were touching the headboard. “Hold them there. If you let go, it’s going to be bad for you. I promise you.”

Buck whimpered, nodding weakly as he held his legs were they were. It took all his concentration to make sure he didn’t disappoint Y/N. His breathing grew even heavier, the angle making it hard for him to get adequate enough breath. But if this meant keeping the love of his life, Buck would do it a million times over.

Plus, he knew despite how Y/N may have felt about him in the moment, he wouldn’t leave this room until he ensured Buck was beyond satisfied.

Y/N let drool fall from his mouth and onto Buck’s hole. Despite the short amount of time that had passed, Buck was as tight as when they first started. That would usually pose a challenge for Y/N, but that was back when he wasn’t in the mood to fuck Buck up.

Now he didn’t care about anything other than getting his nut. Maybe after that, he’d go back to the usual sweet and caring boyfriend he still wanted to be, even if he was pretending like there was ever a chance he would walk away.

“Remember what I said,” Y/N said, pressing his tip against Buck’s entrance. “Cum and I’m going to make you regret it.”

Buck groaned as Y/N started to push into him. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Buck let out a strangled groan as Y/N bottomed out, shaking his head as he tried to focus on the task at hand. Keeping his legs behind his head and not cumming, even in spite of Y/N filling him to the brim. His nerves felt like they were on fired, sending a shit ton of blood to his dick. It stood up at attention, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.

He wanted nothing more than for Y/N to touch his dick. To stroke it, to hold it, hell, even to punch it. Any sort of contact would’ve had him cumming all over the room. Which is what he desperately needed, even with his given ultimatum.

“Fuuuuuckk, I needed this,” Y/N muttered. “Maybe you know how to cater to my needs, after all.”

Buck pouted his lips as he stared into Y/N’s dark eyes. “Please fuck me,” he begged.

“Yeah? You wanna get fucked?”

Buck nodded, inhaling as much air as he could before he spoke. “Don’t hold back.”

The firefighter swallowed his words almost instantly, tears sliding down his face onto the sheet as Y/N began to fuck him. There was no easing into it. There was no letting Buck get used to his dick. With his hands on Buck’s meaty thighs, Y/N’s held himself up as he thrusted deeply. Cream started to fly up, making a mess on the both of them as Y/N fucked him at a quick pace. He pulled out until the tip was barely in, just to slam back in, colliding with Buck’s prostate head on.

“Oh my God!” Buck screamed, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Look at me, bitch.”

Buck couldn’t listen, mind in some far away land where he wasn’t being fucked like a sex doll. Y/N took one hand off of Buck’s thigh, slapping the shit out of Buck to bring him back to the real world. Buck whimpered as the pain radiated in his cheek, more tears falling as Y/N’s never ending thrust pushed him towards the edge.

He was going to lose Y/N. There was no way he was going to be able to hold back when his prostate was being stimulated behind comprehension. His dick was purple and throbbing, a few more thrusts away from bursting with reckless abandon. Buck began to cry harder, the pleasure he was experiencing and fear of not holding up his end of the deal becoming too much.

“Daddy!” Buck cried out, clawing at his own skin. “I’m… f-fuck!”

Y/N shook his head, the sweat on his forehead dripping onto Buck’s ass and thighs. “Not until I cum.”

“B-But—“

Buck shut up when his cheek stung even worse this time. Buck sobbed loudly, his sounds echoing off the walls. His eyes were blurry with hot tears, staining his face. His hamstrings were on fire. His prostate was begging for mercy. His hole was so tight, it made it hard for Y/N to thrust. He pushed through, feeling his orgasm coming as he continued to fuck Buck like his life depended on it.

Y/N used his free hand to grab ahold of Buck’s dick, jerking him off at a rapid pace. Buck’s breath hitched as his orgasm bombarded him. Ropes of cum shot out, some landing on Y/N’s face and chest, some landing on his thighs, and some even landing on his own face. His groaned at the top of his lungs, squeezing his eyes shut.

He won. Y/N made him cum, so that didn’t go against what he was told to do. In a moment of celebration, Buck let go of his thighs, relief flooding his system as he let his legs come down to a natural position. He wrapped his legs around Y/N’s waist, heels digging into his ass as he pulled him as close as he could. Y/N took the hint, burying himself deep in Buck as his own dick spurted out cum.

Y/N grabbed Buck’s face, mouths hovering over each other as they breathed heavily. Whimpers fell from both their lips while Y/N’s cum coated Buck’s inside, flooding the firefighter with warmth as he relished in the feeling.

The two men stayed still, bodies still connected as they came down from their climaxes. Y/N rested his head on Buck’s chest, humming softly as Buck stroked his hair absentmindedly.

“I love you,” Buck whispered.

Y/N groaned as he sat up, ignoring the sadness he felt as he pulled out. Buck’s hole fought the entire time, acting as a vacuum, trying to suck him back up into the vortex. If only he could stay seated inside of his boyfriend. He’d never complain about anything again.

His mood was brought back up when Buck’s hole let out air, the sound filling the room much to Buck’s embarrassment. His puffy hole spit out copious amounts of cum with every deep breath he took. The sheets were ruined no doubt. A job well done if Y/N had anything to say about it. He grinned as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against Buck’s red cheek before he climbed off of the bed.

Buck’s eyes followed his every moments. He was still worried that Y/N could still leave, even after that entire mind blowing experience. “Getting up to put your things back where they belong?” he asked, hope lacing his words.

“Fuck you,” Y/N scoffed.

Much to Y/N’s dismay, Buck was right. He got up and grabbed his duffle bag off of the floor, zipping it open to put all his belongings back where they belonged. Buck’s heart swelled as he watched the sight.

“Listen, Y/N, I heard everything you said. I’m sorry that it took so long, but I’m ready to listen to your needs,” Buck said, sitting up in the bed. “I took the next two weeks off. We can do or go whatever. On my dime.”

Y/N shook his head. Spending money on each other was the least of their shortcomings. “Buck…”

“I can’t let you go,” Buck said. “I won’t be able to sleep thinking about some other guy out there having what I had.”

Buck had to sit in silence for a moment, internally panicking as he wondered what Y/N’s response was. There was nothing stopping him from still leaving. Y/N could’ve just felt bad for leaving him and decided to leave him a parting gift. It was an amazing parting gift if he was being honest, but he didn’t want it to be one. He needed it to be anything but.

Y/N finished putting his stuff way and walked over to the bottom of the bed. Buck let himself be pulled to the edge, his legs instinctively wrapping around Y/N to keep him from going anyway. Y/N placed his hand under Buck’s chin, lifting his head so they were staring into each other’s eyes. The lust had dissipated, and so had the anger, replaced with the same warmth Buck fell in love with on their first date.

“You have one last chance, Evan,” Y/N told him. “Okay, that’s a lie. You have like, five more. But that’s it! I refuse to be an afterthought in my own relationships.”

“I promise I’ll make this relationship worth it,” Buck grinned. He snaked his arms around Y/N’s neck. “So, where do you want to go for two weeks? Last minute trip to Jamaica sounds fun.”

“Nah,” Y/N shook his head. “We’re staying right here the whole time.”

Buck gasped when Y/N not only shoved him back onto the bed, but flipped him onto his chest with ease. He did it with such ease, Buck felt like he weighed nothing. Laughter filled the room as an assault of kisses trailed up and down his neck once Y/N climbed on top of him. He was so busy trying to fight off the flurry of kisses, he didn’t notice Y/N’s hands reaching down and spreading Buck’s ass open.

The laughter subsided and his eyes widened when he felt something hard poking against his entrance. How the hell was he hard again? Despite wanting nothing more than to be fucked again and again by the man he loved, he needed a break. He was human, after all. The last round almost broke him down to a shell of a being, and that was less than five minutes ago.

Buck realized that no significant breaks would be happening, accepting it with grace— and a soft moan— Y/N pushed forward. Sliding into Buck’s creamy hole with a soft groan as he bottomed out, Y/N wasted no time in finding his rhythm, as fast and furious as it was before.

Buck’s eyes rolled as he buried his face in the pillow, moans and grunts spilling from his lips against his will. Don’t get him wrong, he was ecstatic now that he had made up with Y/N, but he wished he didn’t sign his soul over to the devil. With Y/N activated, and knowing Buck had no public appearances to make, the next two weeks were going to be nothing but nonstop torture.

summary : completions between best friends are nothing new, only this time, y/n is the prize.

characters : black male reader x scott mccall x stiles stilinksi

note : this is so fucking ridiculous but i had an idea and i had no choice but to execute 😭😭 plus this is very in character for at least stiles

warnings : smut, oral ( y/n receiving ), cum threesome, swallowing, facials, face riding, ass eating, i think that’s it

“I’m sorry, you want to do what?”

When Stiles called Y/N over late on a school night saying that he and Scott needed his help, Y/N thought there was some sort of emergency. Beacon Hills was far from a safe place, especially when Y/N’s close circle of friends were comprised of supernatural creatures.

But when he got there, everything seemed to be normal. Well, as normal as things could be when Stiles and Scott were together.

Now he was sitting in Stiles’ desk chair, staring at the best friends with bewilderment clear as day on his expression. When the reason why he was called over so late was revealed, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There had to be some camera hidden in the room to capture his reaction during this obvious prank. Maybe Asthon Kutcher had come out of retirement for one last episode of Punk’d, and Y/N was the star.

But from the look on their faces’, that didn’t seem to be likely.

“Jesus Christ, Scott. Why did we choose him again?” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back on his bed.

Scott sighed. “Because he’s one of our oldest friends. We can trust him not to judge us.”

“But he’s dumb.”

“I’m not dumb, you sack of shit, I’m confused,” Y/N corrected him. He looked at Scott, who was clearly nervous, but he was the easier one to talk to. “I just want to make sure I’m hearing this right. You two want to—“

“Suck your dick.“

Scott closed his eyes when his best friend spoke, shaking his head in disbelief. Despite being 100% on board with it, Stiles could’ve even more delicate in his approach. “Jesus.”

“We were arguing over who we think could be the better one. Granted, neither of us have done this before—“ Stiles cut himself off as he looked at Scott. “You haven’t done this before, right? I swear to God, if you have some secret advantage—“

“I haven’t!” Scott exclaimed. “I’m straight. I think?”

Y/N barked out laughter that filled the room. Thankfully the Sheriff was stuck at the station for couple of hours, giving Y/N free range to be as loud with his disbelief as he wanted to. “Oh my God, you’re completely serious right now.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Scott wondered, furrowing his eyebrows. “It was between you or Danny. We agreed that you’re the cuter one. Plus, Danny’s a bit of a…”

“Whore. He’s a whore,” Stiles finished. “He’s slept with half the town. I mean, you probably have too since you’re hot as fuck, but knowing him, he’s probably slept with more.”

Y/N looked between the two guys in front of him, trying to figure out what in the fuck was wrong with them. They were never known to be a smart duo, but this was something else. They wanted him, someone who had known them their entire life, to pull out his dick and let them suck it to… prove a point?

The idea of having both of them on their knees sucking his dick was something he could get behind. It would be an utter lie to deny that his friends were attractive. He’s seen them naked plenty of times too during the years on the lacrosse team, so Y/N knew there was a possibility he could be sexually attracted to them. But to have it sprung on him made Y/N second guess why he even answeee Stiles’ phone call to begin with.

Stiles sighed as he stood up from the bed. “Pull it out,” he demanded.

“I never agreed,” Y/N pointed out.

Stiles gave him a knowing look. “If you didn’t want to do this, you would’ve left the moment I said it. So, shut up and pull your dick out.”

Y/N kept quiet since there was no point in arguing with the truth. He was still in the room for a reason. He was never going to turn away an attractive guy offering sex. After all, he was a man and they were basic creatures. Two attractive guys offering sex? Well, that was simply impossible for him to deny.

Sighing, Y/N stood up and untied the string to his gym shorts. They were all in agreement that whatever happened in this room, whether it was simply dick sucking or if they allowed themselves to go further, would never leave. Even Lydia and Malia couldn’t find out about this, and Y/N told them everything. Especially when it came to his juicy love life. If the girls found out then there goes any semblance of respect they had for them. They wouldn’t go a moment without making fun of him for being so easy.

When he dropped his gym shorts, which he coincidentally didn’t have anything else under, the tension in the room amplified. Scott’s eyes bulged and Stiles’ jaw dropped, both transfixed by the piece of meat dangling between Y/N’s legs. The reaction wasn’t anything new. He just thought the two guys that seen it almost daily wouldn’t be so surprised by how big he was on soft. Just wait until they saw him aroused.

“That’s not human,” Stiles said, shaking his head. He turned toward Scott. “That can’t human. Right?”

“I’m 100% human meat,” Y/N told him. “You sound scared.”

Stiles blushed as he attempted at standing his ground. “Me? Scared? Psh!“ he said, waving his hand dismissively.

Y/N decided to let him get off easy, despite the obvious shake of confidence Stiles just experienced. “You each get five minutes to make me cum. Seems fair enough, yeah? Let’s see who gets me there first.”

“Only five minutes? Doesn’t it take longer?” Scott wondered, unashamed of his lack of knowledge on how to suck a guy off.

“I haven’t slept with anyone for a while so Junior’s a bit easy to please,” Y/N admitted.

“You named your dick Junior?” Stiles snorted. “Could you be any more cliche?”

Y/N rolled his eyes. “Since talk too much, you’re going first. Maybe this will finally shut you up.”

Stiles challenged his gaze as he approached him. “Nothing can shut me up,” he said.

He pushed Y/N back into the desk chair, dropping to his knees in front of him. While his movements were hesitant, Stiles took the base of Y/N’s dick in his hand and began stroking. Y/N looked over at the clock on Stiles’ desk, noting the time was 8:57. Stiles had until 9:02 to make him cum or he would lose the bet, which he doubted would happen. While he had hope Scott would do his best, Stiles wasn’t fooling anyone. This was his idea and he was as eager as ever to do it. Scott was just going along for the ride because he was too curious to miss out.

Stiles started off slow at first, wrapping his lips around the tip. Y/N hummed in approval, leaning back in the chair as Stiles focused on striking his dick while sucking on the tip. It felt… oaky. It wasn’t anything impressive, but then again, this was more of a learning experience for the boys than it was for Y/N to get off.

As he sucked longer, Stiles seemed to grow more confident. He took more of Y/N’s dick in his mouth, opening his mouth wider to accommodate the girth. Drool spilled out the side of his mouth, which he used to lather on the base of Y/N’s dick. That’s when it started to feel good. From amateur to above average in an instant, YN’s breathing picked up as Stiles started to suck at a faster pace. More and more spit dribbled down the side of his face as he went down further, feverishly bobbing his head halfway as he stroked the remaining inches with both of his hands.

“Is he doing okay?” Scott asked, eyes glued to Y/N’s dick as he watched it glisten in the light above them.

“He’s alright,” Y/N shrugged. “Nothing special.”

Stiles challenged the obvious challenge by swallowing as much of the dick as he could. When the tip hit the back of his throat, his entire body shook as his gag reflex kicked in. The sound bounced off the walls as he spit everywhere. He was a messy duck sucker. He got a few extra points for that, since Y/N liked a guy who wasn’t afraid to give it his all, no matter how messy it could get.

Y/N hummed in delight at the vibration, resting his head on top of Stiles’ messy head of hair. Stiles picked the pace back up, gagging every so often. With his hands now free, he used one to gently massage Y/N’s balls, sending a chill up his body. That caused Y/N to actually moan, throwing his head back as he felt an orgasm approaching. Stiles could sense it too. He began to hum around Y/N’s dick, clearly right about never being able to shut up. Even with a dick in his mouth.

The tipping point was when Stiles pulled off Y/N’s dick with a pop, stroking the entirety of his length with slopping movement as he focused his mouth on the balls. All the while, he maintained dangerous eye contact as he sucked them into his mouth. He coated them with all the saliva he had, moaning like a pornstar to send the vibrations up to Y/N’s dick. And it worked. Y/N’s leg began to bounce as he allowed his orgasm to come at him full force.

Stiles spat the balls out of his mouth, moving his face right in front of Y/N’s dick as his climax came. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

Y/N clenched his abandon as ropes of cum came rushing out, painting Stiles’ face. He opened his mouth to let some fall into his mouth. He continued to stroke Y/N’s dick, milking him as much as he could until the last remaining amount of cum started to ooze out. Stiles wasted no time wrapping his mouth around the tip, swirling his tongue around to collect all of the cum before he was satisfied and came back up.

Scott’s eyes widened when his best friend turned to face him. “Stiles, your face—“

“I know,” Stiles grinned, standing up. “I feel like a cheap whore and I love it.”

Y/N chuckled as he watched Stiles fish his phone out of his pocket, aiming the camera at his cum soaked face as he took a bunch of photos. Scott came over to him, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the thin layer of sweat off of his forehead. Y/N appreciated the small gesture, flashing the next contender a smile.

“9:01, baby!” Stiles exclaimed, pointing toward the clock. “Try beating that, Scotty.”

“That isn’t hard,” Scott scoffed.

Y/N begged to differ. Despite it being his first time, Stiles got a B+ for making him cum so much. His giant mouth was good for something other than annoying the shit out of people. Y/N would’ve never guessed it.

Grabbing Y/N’s hand, Scott led him from the desk to the bed. He pushed him back onto bed in a similar fashion as his best friend. Y/N didn’t say anything as he laid on the bed. Whatever Scott had planned, it required him to be on his back. That was a surprise Y/N was all for.

All of Scott’s sweet demeanor seemed to vanish into the air as he unbuttoned his pants. Stiles and Y/N both stared in shock when Scott pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion, expose his lower body. Y/N’s mouth began salivating at the thickness of Scott’s hairy thighs, already ten times more turned on than he was by Stiles’ mouth.

“Not fair! I didn’t get to use any outside help,” Stiles whined.

“That’s not my fault, is it?” Scott asked, grinning as he climb on top of Y/N.

Just when Y/N thought things couldn’t get better, Scott turned and presented his ass to him. Ignoring Stiles complaints in the background, Y/N zeroed in on the fat ass right in front of him, begging to be devoured. Turning to look at the clock one last time, Y/N took note of it being 9:07, giving Scott until 9:12 to make him cum. To be truthful, he didn’t give a fuck about the competition the best friends were having. He didn’t care even when Stiles was on his knees. Y/N just wanted his friends to suck his dick and get him off back to back.

The race started when Scott pressed his ass back against Y/N’s face while simultaneously swallowing as much of him as he could. Y/N moaned into Scott’s ass, reaching up to spread his cheeks so he could get better access. It was safe to say this was no longer about just winning a challenge. Scott was exploring his deepest desires, and took the opportunity to do so. All while Stiles stood next to them, stroking his throbbing dick as he watched his best friend work his magic.

Scott’s ass was way better than his mouth, and it wasn’t a fair comparison at all. Y/N worked his tongue inside of Scott’s iron clad tight hole, penetrating the ring of muscle after some work around the rim. Scott was moaning around his dick, grinding his ass on Y/N’s face as he focused on chasing his own pleasure rather than Y/N’s.

This was now full fledged sex. He devoured Scott hairy ass, moaning widely into the tight confines. Scott’s body reacted to the pleasure by shaking uncontrollably. He tried his best to focus on the dick in his mouth, deep throating Y/N with ease due to his lack of a gag reflex. He knew he was winning the competition since Stiles forgot all of the sneaky ways he liked to play when he really wanted it win.

Scott braced his palm on Y/N’s thighs as he bobbed up and down, letting Y/N’s tip abuse the back of his throat. While not as messy as Stiles’s blowjob was, Y/N was pleasantly surprised by the level of skill Scott seemed to naturally posses. With the taste of Scott on his tongue, and the sensitivity of his dick being used against him inside Scott’s warm mouth, he wasn’t going to last very long.

Like his best friend, Scott used one hand to fondle Y/N’s balls as he continued to swirl his tongue around Y/N’s dick. That’s what sent Y/N over the edge. Y/N’s second orgasm was the right amount of pleasure mixed with pain as he shot off inside of Scott’s mouth. His hips bucked up, face fucking Scott for a few moments before he relaxed back in the bed. Scott slurped up with audible sounds, swallowing all of the cum coating the inside of his mouth. He took extra time to make sure he thoroughly cleaned Y/N off before he sat up, placing all his weight on Y/N’s face.

He began to ride Y/N’s tongue, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the new sensation lived up to the expectations he had. Unfortunately, his time was cut short by Stiles pulling him off of Y/N’s face. His hole felt empty without the tongue inside of it, but he relished the feeling of his ass being wet for the first time as he stood on his feet beside his best friend.

Y/N inhaled a much needed breath, closing his eyes as he relived the moments before the ass was taken from him. When he opened his eyes, he saw the clock was only at 9:10. Two minutes left to spare, much to Stiles’ dismay.

“So, who won?” Scott asked, back to his innocent self as he covered his private area with his hands.

“I couldn’t focus on anything other than your cum on my tongue if I’m being honest,” Stiles admitted. “Nice diet, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Y/N sighed before he sat up in the bed. He tossed his legs off of the bed, frowning when he saw his dick was still hard even after two orgasms. “About the results…”

“They’re inconclusive.”

Stiles scoffed, folding his arms as he glared at Y/N. “Excuse the fuck out of me?”

“You weren’t keeping track?” Scott wondered.

“Oh I was, but I can’t really say who’s the best from just one turn, you know?” Y/N said. It was a complete lie. Scott had Stiles beat by a mile, but Y/N had a feeling it would be a tie if he got a taste of Stiles’ ass.

A sly grin crept onto Stiles’ lips. “You’re liking this, aren’t you?”

“Am I not supposed to?”

Y/N nodded knowingly when he received no response. He groaned as he rid himself of his shirt, tossing it somewhere in Stiles’ room for him to find in the morning. He was sure the night ahead of him would require his complete nakedness. He wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. That is, if the boys would have him.

“How can I beat Scott?” Stiles asked, eagerly getting on his knees.

summary : lucas’ first party ends up going way better than he could’ve ever expected it to

characters : black male reader x lucas sinclair

note : happy pride months to all colors of the rainbow. i hope yall really rev up the gay shit, like i will for yall. now… don’t take my word for this… but im going to try and post every day for pride month. if you don’t see an update… just be quiet pls. i’m trying my hardest LMAO

warnings : smut, bottom lucas, top reader, loss of virginity, semi-public sex, doggystyle, unprotected sex, a little bit of underage drinking, lucas is 18 though!, rimming, dirty talk, idk i think that’s it

Lucas stood in the corner of the kitchen, nursing the beer in his cup as he looked around at the people around him.

He was far out of his comfort zone. Not only was this first party in the entirety of his life, this was also his first high school party. Everyone knew the laws of high school. Attending parties was a must if he wanted to rise from obscurity and become someone people respected. It was harder said than done. There was no one that he knew at this party.

Since his friends thought they were too good to attend the King of Hawkins’ birthday party, he was truly alone. Even the guys on the basketball team paid him no attention, too busy with the girls they had intentions of sleeping with once beer gave them the courage to pursue it.

Just as he was turning around, accepting the fact that he would much rather be a loser at home than a loser at a party, a hand on his shoulder made him freeze.

“You headin’ out already?” The voice was familiar and evoked a strong reaction deep within Lucas as he turned to look at the boy. “Come on, Lucas. The party just started.”

The fact that Y/N of all people knew his name still threw him for a loop. Even though Y/N was the one to personally invite Lucas to his birthday— as he did with everyone since he was known for having invite-only gatherings— it still didn’t feel real that the King of Hawkins knew who he was.

Sure, they were on the same team. Sure, they lived only down the street from each other. Sure, they shared almost every class. The same could be said about a ton of people, and yet, they acted as if Lucas didn’t exist.

“I, uh…” Lucas wanted to smack himself for being so stupid. He was asked a question, one with a simple enough answer.

Yet, he was like a fish out of water, struggling to find the words good enough to appease the boy he looked up to since the beginning of time. “Um, I’m just not feeling so good.”

Y/N nodded in understanding, eyes falling on the red solo cup in Lucas’ hand. In the blink of an eye, the cup was snatched from his hands, thrown in the trash, and something else filled Lucas’ hand. Y/N’s.

The warmth of their skin touching sent a shiver down Lucas’ spine as Y/N led him towards the stairs. Surreal wasn’t the word to describe the feeling. Lucas was sweating bullets as he followed Y/N up the stairs, ignoring the curious glances from bystanders who moved out of the way to make room for the host.

This couldn’t be happening. If Lucas knew better, he would think Y/N was taking him somewhere private. For what reason? Only God knew. But that couldn’t be the case. Y/N had never spoke to Lucas outside of the polite small talk and typical orders barked from the captain of a team.

But when Y/N led Lucas into a room that smelled exactly like him, he was hit with reality. He was standing inside of Y/N Y/L/N’s bedroom, a place as renowned as the Garden of Eden.

“Listen, I get it. It gets stuffy and overwhelming. Even my house isn’t big enough to fit all these people,” Y/N said, walking over to his closet. “You can sit, you know? That’s what the bed is for.”

Lucas complied and sat down on the edge of the king sized bed, placing his hands on his laps as he watched Y/N intently. “Uh—“

“Found it!” Y/N spun around and showed off a bottle of some expensive looking bottle as he walked back over to where Lucas was. “I save the expensive shit for myself. The idiots downstairs can have fun with the cheap shit.”

Y/N opened the bottle and held it out for Lucas to take. He wasn’t a drinker at all, only here and there when Max decided to be a bad influence and break into her mom’s wine cabinet. But this wasn’t wine. The dark liquid had an overwhelming scent that burned the inside of his nostrils as Y/N waved it in front of his face.

This was something Lucas could only dream of. He was sitting in Y/N’s bedroom, just the two of them without interruption. All his dreams of Y/N consisted of this same set up, and he’d be damn if he let the opportunity go to waste.

“Cognac. It’s my dad’s but he doesn’t care if I drink, as long as I stay inside when I do it,” Y/N said.

“Your dad sounds cool as hell.”

“He’s alright,” Y/N shrugged. “If you don’t want any, that’s fine. You don’t have to—“

Like the idiot he was, Lucas snatched the bottle out of Y/N’s hand and brought it to his lips. The cinnamon taste burned his throat as it went down, causing him to retract and cough some up. Y/N laughed as he took the bottle away, patted Lucas’ on the back as he continued to cough.

“I be the same way. It happens to the best of us.”

“It tastes so…”

“Bad? That’s every alcohol, my guy,” Y/N said. “Nobody drinks for the taste. Except wine. Call me crazy but that shit’s delicious.”

Lucas cleared his throat as he regained most of his composure. “I can’t argue with that.”

Y/N sat down beside him, beckoning him to scoot closer. “I got something that’ll make the taste bearable.”

Lucas hesitated before he decided to use the very small amount of liquid courage to his advantage. He slid over to where the boys’ knees touched, and before he could ask what Y/N had in store for him, a pair of lips shut him up before he could even open his mouth.

Lucas’ eyes shot open, allowing him to see the scene in front of him. Yep, this was definitely happening. Y/N’s hand found its way to his neck, pulling Lucas deeper into the kiss. Lucas couldn’t believe the feeling of Y/N’s lips on his own, moving in a practiced rhythm as he slipped just a bit of tongue into it.

While Lucas had plenty experience kissing— he had some very experimental friend who weren’t afraid to explore territories most boys wouldn’t— he couldn’t bring himself to have enough sense to kiss back.

When Y/N pulled away, Lucas was afraid he gave off the impression that he didn’t want this. That he wasn’t enjoying every millisecond of kissing the most popular guy in school. In actuality, Lucas would drop his pants in a split second if it meant showing Y/N how down he was to kiss him. How down he was to do anything asked of him if it meant the source of all his late night jerk-offs knew just how much he’s been fantasizing about this.

“You’re not a virgin, right?” Y/N asked.

Lucas blushed as much as his dark skin would allow, averting his eyes so Y/N couldn’t read him like a book. Not that it was hard to.

“Ah, I see.” Y/N smiled reassuringly as he stood up from the bed. “My bad, Lucas. I don’t know why I assumed. We should just head back down.”

When he saw Y/N moving towards the door, Lucas panicked. There was not a chance in hell that he was about to let his first and only crush walk out of a room after kissing him. There was so many things he wanted to do. So many fantasies brought forth by puberty. So many scenarios he wanted to see play out, preferably with Lucas naked and under the taller boy.

He stood up and did exactly what he said he would do. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down in one swift motion, the desire to be close to Y/N overriding any shame he might’ve felt in a normal circumstance.

“We should stay up here.”

Y/N turned away from the door just as he was about to open it, eyes widening when he saw Lucas standing in the middle of his room with his dick out in the open. Y/N laughed, but quickly covered his mouth. It probably wasn’t the most flattering thing to laugh when someone showed their dick.

It wasn’t like there was anything to laugh at. Lucas’ dick was just as big as his own, and if he was into ever reversing the roles, he wouldn’t mind Lucas’ dick being the first he’s had inside of him. The ridiculousness of the entire situation just caught him off guard.

“You didn’t have to pull your pants down, you know? I would’ve stayed no matter what you said,” Y/N told him.

Lucas scratched the back of his head. “Oh…”

“I ain’t complaining,” Y/N said. “Matter of fact, think you can turn around for me?”

Lucas did as he was asked, turning around to show off his ass. Y/N’s jaw went slack as he stared at the two round globes, a perfect mixture of fat and muscle thanks to all the time the team spent in the gym.

Y/N wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He snuck a look every time Lucas was near him, whether naked in the showers or walking around with a jockstrap in the locker room. His ass was something only the greatest sculptor in the history of mankind could make, and it was on full display in front of him, in a locked room, with a bed ready to be used in front of them.

Y/N walked up behind Lucas, gently caressing the smooth skin of his ass before he took it upon himself to cuff as much of it in his hand. “Holy shit. I gotta get a taste, if you don’t mind.”

“As long as you do more than just taste,” Lucas said.

“Yes, captain.”

Lucas grunted as he was pushed onto the bed, ass poking in the air when he landed. Before he could move, Y/N’s large hands found purchase on each of his cheeks, spreading them to expose his slightly hairy hole.

If he would’ve known this would be happening, he would’ve taken it upon himself to do some grooming. Max always told him that guys didn’t like hair, but from the low growl he heard from behind him, Lucas had a feeling Y/N wasn’t the type of guy to be scared off by some hair.

None of his dreams came close to the feeling of actually having a tongue between his ass. Lucas shuddered as Y/N began to lick the rim of his hole, his movements controlled and steady as he savored every taste. Lucas craned his neck to see Y/N with his face buried deep between his ass, taking a mental picture of the sight before he went back to laying his head on the sheets.

Y/N kissed, lick and lapped Lucas’ hole, humming in content as he devoured the sweaty flesh. His nails dug into Lucas’ cheeks, face desperately trying to dive deeper. When he wasn’t satisfied by the depth he was at, he allowed his tongue to fight through the tough ring of muscle until it found its way inside of Lucas.

“Shit!” Lucas gasped, arching his back as his eyes crossed. If he knew how good it felt to have his ass penetrated, he would’ve explored the area way sooner.

Lucas clenched the sheets as Y/N fucked him with his tongue at a quick pace. The sounds of spit, suction and moans filled the room, though they were thankfully drowned out by the music downstairs. The protection allowed Lucas let loose, moaning into the sheets as he pressed his ass back into Y/N face.

When Y/N finally came up for breath, Lucas whined. He shimmied his ass, enticing Y/N enough to the point where he almost dove back in for seconds. Standing strong, Y/N stood up and focused on unbuckled his belt. Four beers in and he was a bit inebriated but Lucas had sobered him up a bit. Enough for him to focus on the mission at hand.

“What now?” Lucas asked.

Y/N headed over to his nightstand, opening the drawer and rummaging through it until he grabbed a small bottle of clear liquid. “Right. Yeah. I forgot you’re a virgin,” he said. “I’m so sorry, but this has to be quick. Midnight’s in 15 minutes.”

Lucas waited patiently as he heard Y/N drop his jeans to the floor. He gasped as Y/N grabbed his ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. A hand pressed down on the mid of his back, deepening his arch until his face and shoulders were pressed against the mattress.

“Is this going to hurt?”

Y/N shrugged, smiling apologetically despite Lucas not being able to see him. He wasn’t the one who took a dick up his ass, so could he accurately warn Lucas how it would be feel. Especially for his first time?

“I’ll try my best to not hurt you,” Y/N said. It was good enough for Lucas to nod and relax as much as he could in the moment.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard. Lucas waited in anticipation, clenching the sheets that smelt of vanilla and fabric softener as he prepared to feel the intrusion. His body tensed for a bit when he felt something wet be applied to his entrance. He hissed when Y/N finger entered him, maneuvering around in the hole as he used his other hand to pour more liquid on his dick and in between Lucas’ ass.

“Take a deep breath.”

Lucas inhaled sharply, holding the breath for a few seconds before he let it all out. As he did so, the pain of a million knives stabbing him flared throughout his body as Y/N pushed forward. He whimpered, burying his face in the bed as he did his best to push forward.

Y/N moved at an excruciatingly slow pace, narrowing the time they had left to enjoy each other’s body. It took a full two minutes for Y/N to finally have the entirety of his dick inside of Lucas, staying still as he drew circles on the dark skin illuminated by the overhead light.

“F-Fuck… this… this feels—“

“Just breathe,” Y/N told him.

Lucas nodded, putting all his attention on his breathing as Y/N began to pull out. His insides felt like they were in a tight knot. His ass felt on fire, the intrusion feeling like a bomb set out off inside of him. Tears slid down his cheeks as he tried his best to be strong, thinking about everything but the dick moving in and out of him slowly. It didn’t work, but the effort was enough to distract Lucas just the tiniest bit.

“Y/N, please.”

Y/N reached forward, grabbing Lucas’s hands and pulling them behind his back. He allowed Lucas to dig his nails into the flesh of his palms as he continued to stroke, closing his eyes as he tried his hardest not to cum right then and there. Lucas’ ass was the tightest thing he had the pleasure of being inside of. The pain made him clench even harder, making it difficult for Y/N to move as the muscles contracted around him.

Y/N was dangerously close to blowing his load, and he hadn’t been inside of Lucas for more than five minutes. Considering Y/N was the opposite of a prude, that was a pretty high compliment.

Lucas pushed his ass back on Y/N, letting out a breathy chuckle as most of the pain began to subside. His ass still felt like there was glass inside of it, but for some reason, Lucas wasn’t completely against the feeling. Having Y/N inside of him made him feel full, filled to the brim with the dick of the guy he’s wanted for the longest time. Taking a deep breath, he focused on the pleasure he knew Y/N would be able to give him during this. He didn’t come to this party just to leave with a bad experience.

After a few moments of getting used to something being inside of him, he was ready for the next step. He began to move on his own, stopping every few seconds when the pain came back to bite him. It wasn’t as strong though. It kept him at bay from doing too much, which is why he knew this would be better if Y/N was in control.

“Fuck me, Y/N,” Lucas whispered, words almost unintelligible due to the noise coming from the other side of the door. “Please. I’m begging you.”

Y/N nodded and readjusted his grip on Lucas’s hand. He began to thrust, keeping the force at a manageable pace. Lucas moaned loudly into the pillow, ass clenching around Y/N dick as he fought through the sensation. In his drunken state, Y/N began to pick up the pace a bit too earlier. Lucas felt too good to control himself. He needed to fuck him the way he intended to since he first saw him naked in the locker room years ago.

“You feel so good,” Y/N groaned, tossing his head back.

Lucas could only groan in response, body rocking as Y/N’s thrusts grew more powerful. The pain had faded, replaced by an insatiable hunger for pleasure as he arched his back even deeper, desperate for Y/N to reach the deepest parts of him. All the porn he watched replayed in his mind, giving him subtle tips on how to make this experience feel better for the both of him.

“Fuck Lucas!” Y/N shouted as Lucas clenched around him, causing his thrusts to falter for a second. His knees wobbled for a bit as his orgasm rapidly approached.

Dead puppies was what he thought about. A suitable way to keep his orgasm at bay until he managed to make Lucas cum first. Something he could only achieve by standing on his tippy toes, hitting a deeper spot within Lucas that made him scream into the pillows.

Pleasure exploded throughout his body as the experience turned from amazing to mind fucking blowing. Y/N stayed at a reasonable speed as he fucked into Lucas, the tip of his dick assaulting Lucas’ prostate head on.

“You’re so d-deep,” Lucas moaned.

Y/N used his free hand to slap one of Lucas’ cheeks, puffing his chest out when Lucas cried out. He couldn’t hold it any longer. The beer had him at his weakest, completely at the mercy of Lucas, whose ass didn’t care about anything other than swallowing him whole. Y/N put all his strength into the last minute. Hips slamming against Lucas’ ass, the flesh of his ass rippled from the force. The sound of clapping and moaning imprinted itself in Y/N’s mind, sending him over the edge.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Even as his orgasm hit him like him a truck, Y/N had enough sense to pull out and spray his release all over Lucas’ backside. Lucas was probably too distracted— since he was busy shooting ropes of cum onto the sheets— to care about being came inside of but Y/N didn’t want to risk pissing off the best piece of ass in Hawkins.

When he was finished cumming, Y/N fell back onto the bed beside Lucas, who was still in the arched position. “I just came all over your jacket,” Y/N breathed.

Lucas didn’t seem to care much about the text that not only was his ass sore and covered in cum, but so was the letterman jacket he didn’t bother to take off during the encounter. Instead, he threw his arm across Y/N’s sweat drenched chest.

“Happy birthday.”

Y/N chuckled as he caressed the back of Lucas’ hand. The two remained in that position for a moment before Y/N finally got up and began to get dressed. After all, he did have a party of about 100 people to attend to.

“Definitely the best gift I could’ve got,” Y/N said, pulling his jeans back up. He didn’t bother to grab his underwear that somehow found its way under the bed.

“Same,” Lucas muttered.

Y/N shook his head in amusement. “It’s not even your birthday.”

“Don’t care.”

A knock at the door caught Y/N’s attention. “Y/N, what’s the hold up? The candles are already lit!”

“Here I come!”

Buckling his belt, Y/N headed over to his mirror to make sure his appearance wasn’t too disheveled. When he was satisfied, he shot himself a wink before heading over to the boy lying in a pool of his own cum on the bed. Lucas looked like he was on the brink of falling asleep, resting comfortably with his ass in the air.

“You’re spending the weekend here,” Y/N whispered in his ass, teasingly licking the lobe of his ear. “Hope that’s okay with you.”

Lucas’ eyes fluttered open to meet Y/N’s. “I don’t mind risking punishment for that.”

“Don’t bother taking a shower. We’re not done until Monday,” Y/N told him, giving his ass one last slap before he headed over to the door.

Lucas finally let his bottom left fall onto the bed when Y/N slipped out of the room, using his key to lock the door behind him. He stayed lying down, ignoring the sticky mess on his ass and abdomen. He had no energy to move at all. All his fantasies didn’t prepare him for how good it felt to be fucked. Stories of Y/N’s prolific sex life didn’t even live up to the hype. He felt as his entire world had been rocked, and he was desperate for as much of that feeling as he could get.

Sleep crept up on him as he heard the music downstairs turn off. The crowd of popular kids began to sing happy birthday, and Lucas could only picture how happy Y/N must’ve been in the moment to know he had something special waiting for him back in his bedroom. This definitely was only the start to something Lucas had dreamed of for so long. There wouldn’t be a last time if he had any say in the matter.

How could he ever risk letting something as mind blowing as this go? He lost his virginity to not only a guy, but the King of Hawkins. He was in his room, covered in his cum, ass sore from having his dick inside of him— talk about a dream come true.

summary : dean’s about to make his pornographic debut

characters : black male reader x dean winchester

warnings : smut, recording, fingering, oral ( dean receiving ), dirty talk, sub dean, pet names, handjob, cum swallowing, i think that’s all

Raising his arm to shield his face, Dean hissed as the bright light attacked his eyes.

Y/N laughed as he pointed the at himself, licking his thumb to smooth over his eyebrows as he checked himself out. Despite the protests from the man lying beneath him on the couch, Y/N was absolutely sure the camcorder in his hands was one of the best frivolous purchases he’d ever made.

Being a hunter didn’t pay much— scratch that, it didn’t pay at all. A few odd jobs here and there guaranteed some pay, but for majority of the year, hunters went around killing monsters for the love of the game. Still, the limited income didn’t stop Y/N from forcing Dean to pull over at a Radio Shack during one of their hunts and allow him to run around like a toddler in a candy store.

“Ready to make history, baby?” Y/N asked, grinning as he aimed the camera down at Dean.

Dean stared up at him, defiance oozing off of him as his attempts at modesty were rendered unsuccessful. Y/N panned the camera up and down the naked body of his lover, blood rushing south as he imagined all of the things they did behind closed doors being documented for eternity. Or for however long a $20 video camera kept things stored.

“I hate you,” Dean grumbled. “Can we get this over with?”

Y/N rolled his eyes. He leaned over and set the camera down on the coffee table, ensuring their bodies were still in frame before he turned his attention back to the prize before him.

“Don’t act like you aren’t turned on,” Y/N said. “We get to make our own porno. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to show off these skills.”

“What skills?”

Y/N huffed, poking his chest out as he switched off the usual happy-go-lucky Y/N he was during the day. If Dean wanted a challenge, that’s what he was going to get.

Y/N leaned down, attacking Dean’s neck in a series of quick, consecutive kisses leading down from behind his ear to the nape of his back. Dean’s calloused hands gripped Y/N’s back, heavy breathing mixed with the sound of the rain outside pattering against the motel’s window. Y/N’s hand grabbed Dean’s jaw, lifting it so he could suck on the sweet spot right above his Adam’s apple. That elicited a strangled grunt as Dean’s back arched off of the couch.

“Hurry up,” Dean grunted. “Nobody’s gonna pay to see this.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Y/N begrudgingly sat up, grabbing the bottle of lube from the pile of clothes beside the couch. He had come back to the motel more than prepared for their midnight activities. Plus, Y/N needed to restock anyway. The price of lube added up quite fast when dating a man who never got tired of taking dick.

The original idea of buying a camcorder was purely innocent. Why not document the adventures of three hunters riding around America fighting forces invisible to the average human? But in true Dean fashion, he wrote a check he wasn’t ready to cash.

The words “You trying to make a porno?” awoke a beast inside of Y/N even he was unaware existed. Anyone sane would’ve realized it was just a joke. Hunter weren’t sane people, though.

Y/N squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, gently pressing them to Dean’s puckered hole. He worked his fingers inside slowly, eyes locked in on Dean’s face twisting and turning as pleasure overtook him.

Fingering Dean was his favorite thing to do. Watching as his boyfriend came undone by only his fingers, Y/N felt an immense amount of pride as he worked his fingers in even deeper. Dean’s moans were overpowered by the thunder as Y/N pumped his fingers in and out at a steady pace.

Dean grabbed ahold of his wrist, hooded eyes pleading with him to ease up, even though they both knew that was the last thing he wanted. “Please…”

“You asked for this, remember?”

Dean threw his head back as the tip of Y/N’s fingers brushed up against his prostate. His other hand dug into the cushions beneath him. Y/N had him trained to fight off all urges to wrap his hand around his leaking dick and stroke himself until he exploded everywhere. Even if that’s all he wanted to do in the moment.

“Gonna cum from just my fingers?” Y/N asked, picking up the pace of his fingers. “Come on, baby, I thought you were more of a man than that.”

“F-Fuck you.”

Y/N took that as an invitation to add a third finger, jabbing all three into his prostate at a lightning speed pace. Dean whimpered as his body squirmed. Things only grew worse when Y/N wrapped his hand around Dean’s throbbing dick, stroking him in a pace contrasting the quick one of the fingers going in and out of his ass.

“Oh fuck! Y-Y/N, please, I can’t—“

“Shut up. You wanted this,” Y/N said, grinning wickedly as he watched his boyfriend come undone beneath him. “Ready to cum?

Dean nodded feverishly, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. It felt so good. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of Y/N attacking his prostate and stroking the head of his leaking tip. Pathetic whimpers fell from his mouth with reckless abandon. The macho man attitude he always carried with him was nothing but a thing of the distant past as he rolled his hips, desperate to feel the sweet release he waited all day for.

“Go ahead,” Y/N whispered, lenient enough to stroke Dean a little faster. “Cum for me, baby.”

With the pull of the trigger, Dean yelled at the top of his lungs as his dick shot out copious amounts of cum. His vision blurred for a moment as he arched his back completely off of the couch. The sensation of Y/N wrapping his mouth around his dick as he continued to jerk his hip upwards, the wettest of mouths engulfing the entirety of his dick, only prolonged the painfully pleasurable experience.

Y/N watched with intrigued as Dean’s body fell limp against the couch. He focused on swallowing the cum inside of his mouth in a few swallows, humming sweetly at the salty taste lingering on his tongue before he pulled off with a salacious pop. Some cum dribbled from the side of his mouth, but he refused to wipe it away. Not until he showed the camera the mess his baby had made for him.

Y/N leaned over and grabbed the camera, smiling like a madman as he aimed it at his face. He was sure he looked like a mess, hair wild with sweat dripping down his face, but he knew it would sell if they were ever to sell it. Probably wouldn’t, as Y/N didn’t want anyone to see Dean come undone the way he did.

“Ladies and gents, that’s how you make a grown ass man come with a few fingers and a little mouth action,” Y/N said, laughing at his own ridiculousness as he turned the camera round.

Dean was as still as a corpse, except for the faint rise and fall of his chest. Y/N panned the camera up and down his muscular body, painted with some of the strands of cum that Y/N didn’t manage to swallow. Once he was satisfied with the shots, he moved down to the star of the show.

Dean’s hole was mesmerizing in person, but to see it through the screen of a camera seemed to ignite something deep within Y/N. Salivating, Y/N got a close up off the puffy hole dripping with remnants of lube, the entrance opening and closing as it tried to recover from the euphoric assault.

Y/N finally turned the camera off, even if he could’ve done with some more close ups of Dean’s body. “You still with us, baby?”

With his eyes remaining clothes, Dean took a few moments before he had enough energy to utter the words, “Shut… the… fuck… up.”

Y/N chuckled. “I think that video alone would make you a star with the gays worldwide.”

Dean’s arms instinctively wrapped around Y/N’s broad shoulders as he laid on top of him, inhaling the mixture of sweat, cum and faint cologne as he buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck.

“But I think I prefer if you stay just mine,” Y/N said, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.

Dean’s mind was still a blur of fuzziness as he nodded, feeling the familiar allure of sleep slowly take over him.

“Always yours,” he muttered.

summary : smoke uses his free time in the morning in the best way he knows how

characters : black male reader x elijah “smoke” moore

note : these twins have me in a chokehold right now. expect way more of smoke & stack to come

warnings : morning sex, somnophilia, oral ( reader receiving ), unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship. that’s it… i think… yall know im bad with warnings

Smoke stared out at the landscape below. His view from the top floor of the penthouse gave him a perfect view of the lives below, the closest he could ever feel to being God.

Chicago was flooded with a thick fog, casting an eerie shadow over a city known to be lively at all hours of the day. It was the perfect day to be given off, not that he truly had any day off when it came to working for the mob. At any point, he could be called in to handle some dirty work. So, while he still had the chance to, he would make the most of his illusion of freedom.

He walked into the master bedroom, eyes falling on the sleeping man in the king sized bed. It was the only thing he allowed himself to splurge on. The bed, not the man. No, the man came free of cost.

Y/N twisted and turned in the bed, no doubt trying to find the familiar comfort of Smoke’s muscular body. A sly smirk spread across Smoke’s face as an idea popped into his brain. While Y/N was always on alert during the waking hours, he was quite the heavy sleeper. The nation could break out into an all out war, and Y/N would still be away in la la land.

Smoke climbed onto the bed, finding himself in between Y/N’s spread legs. Y/N never wore anything to bed— other than socks, like the oddball he was. His flaccid dick was exposed to the cool air, sitting on a silver platter for Smoke to take into his calloused hand. He could see a shiver run up Y/N’s body as the cold hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking. Still, his eyes remained close as Smoke proceeded with his devious actions.

Taking Y/N into his mouth was a routine he had down pact since his younger days. The two had come all the way from Mississippi together— with the addiction of Stack who couldn’t bear to part ways with his twin— and practically nothing had changed. Sex, sex and more sex was the basis of their relationship. Despite being the more reserved one out of the two, he couldn’t get enough either.

While the men matured significantly due to the world war, their love remained the same. Fueled by immature lust and childish games, Smoke could only smile to himself as he took every inch of Y/N into his mouth. Somethings never changed, and he was glad this was one of them.

Smoke moaned as he bobbed his head up and down, rubbing his hands up and down Y/N’s muscular thighs. The dick began to hardened inside of his mouth, making it much harder to move at the speed he was. When reaching fully erect, it stretched Smoke’s throat just the way he liked it. He appreciated every second, using his free hand to massage Y/N’s trimmed balls as his tongue circled the oozing tip, collecting the leaking pre-cum greedily. Smoke’s teary eyes shifted upwards, eying Y/N’s sleeping form with anticipation. He shifted in his sleep, eyes fluttering as he slowly came back to the land of consciousness.

Smoke gagged around Y/N’s now fully hard dick, tears running down his cheeks as he sucked feverishly. He had to constantly remind himself to relax so he could take Y/N deeper, nose pressed against his man’s pelvis. When he swallowed the entire thing, Y/N’s hips bucked, tip punching the back of Smoke’s throat.

The man gagged, sound echoing off the walls, and came up off of the dick for a second. Inhaling a deep breath, he went back to work, copious amounts of spit covering his face as he worked his magic.

Reaching a hand back, he reached into his underwear just enough for the cool air to hit his exposed hole. He moaned around Y/N’s dick, closing his eyes as he envisioned the day he had ahead of him. Once Y/N woke up, he was not going to stop until he had Smoke begging for him to— which wouldn’t ever happen since both men were far too greedy to get enough of each other in bed.

He slid a finger between his ass, gently rubbing his slightly hairy hole. His body shuddered at the sensation, though, it was nowhere near what he wanted. Even as he pushed two digits past the barely impenetrable ring of muscle, the pleasure was average.

Fingers didn’t do much for him anymore. Not that he ever had a chance to experience an orgasm brought upon by his fingers. He’d been taking Y/N’s dick for decades, the two meeting when they were stupid teenagers with hormones out of control. The only thing that could bring him true pleasure was the thing he had stuffed in his mouth.

Y/N still didn’t wake. As Smoke sped up his movements, hallowing his cheeks out to create a vacuum of pressure, the only reaction he got was the grimace on Y/N’s face. He was most likely dreaming about getting his dick sucked, and he would be pleasantly surprised to know that reality would match his dream. Y/N’d dick twitched as his orgasm approached, soon spraying the inside of Smoke’s mouth with his sperm when Smoke’s throat closed around him.

He swallowed the thick substance with pleasure, humming in content as the salty tang cemented itself on his tastebuds Y/N was the only man he knew that came so much. Not that Smoke had ever been with anyone else— guy or girl— to know if the amount of cum from Y/N’s orgasms was normal or not. Regardless of the answer, he was happy to be the only one to know. If he could survive off of swallowing Y/N’s babies, he’d be content with the nutritious meal.

When he was sure Y/N’s dick was done spurting out ropes of semen, Smoke pulled his head back with a salacious pop. He wasted no time to yank his underwear down his legs, giddy with excitement when his ass was fully edposed now.

Throwing the blue briefs somewhere in the massive room the two shared, je climb on top of Y/N, his thick thighs holding the entirety of his weight. Sitting on his man’s torso, Smoke reached back and grabbed a hold of Y/N’s rigid dick. Even in a deep slumber, Y/N’s body still responded to what Smoke was doing. If that wasn’t a massive ego boost, then he didn’t know what was.

His dick throbbed painfully, tip oozing out the remnants of his previous orgasm as Smoke stroked him enough to spread the mixture of saliva and cum over his shaft. His eyes rolled back as he sunk down onto the thick appendage, a low groan spilling from his mouth.

The stretch was something he’d never get used to. His ass felt wider and fuller than ever before— a typical feeling of having something so thick and long nestled inside of a forbidden area— and it was already bringing him mind blogging pleasure.

Despite his toughness from many life lessons and time spent at war, Smoke was no match for the pleasure his body felt when Y/N was inside of him.

He fell forward, chest heaving up and down as he tried to hold onto the last amount of composure with hope. He placed his rough hands on Y/N’s shoulder, lifting his ass up just to slam it back down with loud smack filling room. He groaned like a beats into Y/N’s ears, body shaking as the dick hit his prostate head on.

“Well damn.“

Smoke’s eyes flittered open as Y/N’s husky voice, heavy with sleep and intrigue, filled his ear. He lifted his head to look into Y/N’s hooded eyes. His eyes were filled with an array of emotions— lust, admiration, slight confusion, and more importantly, pride. All because of him. Smoke’s eyes mirrored his, the two staring deep into each other’s soul as their bodies settled into the skin to skin connection.

Y/N pressed a quick kiss to Smoke’s full lips, pulling back with his typical grin. “Good mornin’.”

“Glad you awake.”

“Knew my dream was too good to be true.” Y/N grabbed Smoke’s ass, playfully jiggling the pounds of fat in his hands. “Had to see what was happenin’ in the real world.”

“Happy with what you see?”

Y/N pretended to think for a second. “Hmm. Hold on.”

It didn’t take long for him to fall into the trap Smoke had set. He angled his hips to thrust up into Smoke, forcing a moan past both of their lips. Smoke dug his nails into his shoulder, shivering as the nerves in his body lit up tenfold. He stared into Y/N’s, focusing on the love pooling in his eyes as his body began to bounce from the harsh thrusts.

Smoke bounced up and down, hissing every time Y/N’s hand came down on his ass. His body was on fire, sweat beading at his hairline as he moaned with reckless abandon. All the days of quiet quickies in the church or barracks were long gone. He was singing the sound of euphoric pleasure, up until Y/N pressed their lips together.

The two fell into a rhythm, moaning into each other mouths as their tongues worked endlessly. Y/N grinned at the taste of his cum on Smoke’s tongue, speeding up his thrusts as more blood rushed to his dick. Smoke broke away first, gasping for air as his eyes rolled.

“Goddamn!”

His dick twitched as he rutted against Y/N’s abdomen. He could feel his orgasm rushing his way, Y/N’s dick stabbing his prostate repeatedly hurrying up the process. He muttered incoherent sweet nothings into Y/N’s ear, exhaling as his encouragement did its job. Y/N was going to break him with how hard he was fucking up into him. He spread Smoke’s cheeks apart, gripping the meaty flesh in his hands with an iron tight grip— matching the grip Smoke had on his dick.

Y/N’s hip stuttered as his oncoming second orgasm made his legs shaking. “I’m ‘bout to nut.”

Smoke’s lips brushed Y/N’s ear, teasing it with a faint lick. “Flood my shit, nigga.”

The last slap on his ass was painful, the pain radiating throughout his body. Smoke groaned as his dick’s pulsed, shooting ropes of cum onto both of their torsos. Smoke’s walls constricted, the velvet walls of his insides allowing for no movement. Y/N was right behind him, breaking the skin of his lips as he bit down. Cum flooded his hole, the searing hot sensation calming Smoke’s nerves down. He rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder, panting heavily as the two fell into a comforting stillness.

Y/N barked out a laugh. “You sure know how to start a mornin’.”

Smoke couldn’t find the strength to utter words, simply humming lowly as Y/N’s massaged his sore ass. Neither made any moves to get up, knowing that this was only the beginning. Y/N’s dick was already hardening again inside of him, bringing back the delicious stretch Smoke couldn’t get enough of.

Y/N took note of new erection, chuckling lowly. That wasn’t a good sound. Smoke knew Y/N was up to no good, and that he was. Smoke gasped when they flipped over. He moaned, a rare sound for him, slipped past his lips as Y/N’s dick slipped deeper inside him at the new angle. Though, it was short lasting. Y/N pulled out of him, leaving him feeling desolate for a moment. Y/N yanked him to the edge of the bed by his ankles, falling back on top of him with a soft grunt.

“Now I’m happy,” Y/N grinned, grabbing his dick and pressing it against Smoke’s leaking hole.

Smoke sighed, though, it was full of content. He braced himself, gripping the sheets as Y/N slowly entered him again. With the new position, he was sure he was going to be sore for the next couple of days. Y/N never did hold back when he had a clear view of Smoke’s ass clapping on his dick.

Smoke turned his head to the side, the wall of ceiling high windows that allowing him to look out at the clearing fog. The sun began to shine through the fog and through the windows, illuminating the small smile on his lips as Y/N began to fuck him into oblivion.

summary : skipping class leads to the perfect opportunity for jj to live out his gay fantasy

characters : male reader x jj maybank

note : finally got around to writing new smut. happy late easter mfs. also, jj is obviously 18 in this. don’t let the school setting fool you

warnings : bathroom sex, unprotected sex, school sex, oral ( both receiving ), hair pulling, dirty talk, bi-curious jj and creampie. that’s all i believe

For the record, JJ was not gay.

Sure, he didn’t mind ogling shirtless guys riding the waves. He licked his lips every time he saw a more than impressive bulge while in the locker room. He even watched a few gay porn videos just to get a grasp on what sex between men looked like.

Okay, maybe he was a little gay. One could chalk it up to pure curiosity He didn’t know, and more importantly, he didn’t care.

Sex with men was too good of a fantasy to resist. Call it what you want, but he wasn’t going to chase away the temptation lingering 24/7.

When he saw Y/N walk into the bathroom, undoubtedly skipping Mr. Larkin’s chemistry class just like he was, the temptation increased tenfold. Y/N nodded at him as he walked over to a urinal.

Any other man would go on about their business. He had come in the bathroom to get high enough so he could cruise through the rest of school day. But JJ was far from the average man. His eyes lingered on the back of Y/N’s impressive physique.

It would be dumb to deny the simmering attraction between the men. Y/N was the hottest guy in school. He slept with almost every boy and girl, wearing the title of “Kildare’s Slut” with immense pride. Countless times JJ just so happened to hear stories shared amongst friends about Y/N’s sexual prowess. He was a beast once he got someone in bed— or so people said.

The most notable thing about the guy was his package. JJ seen it a few times, a fleeting gaze sweeping across the crotch of Y/N’s usual attire of sweatpants or shorts. JJ was far from a dick connoisseur, but he could admit the print was impressive.

He wanted to see if it was as impressive outside of the confines. There was only one way to find that out.

“Wanna fuck?”

A crude question like that should’ve got him punched in his face. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking— or if he was thinking at all— but he couldn’t help himself. Despite the clusterfuck of contradictory emotions, he knew what he wanted.

He wanted Y/N’s presumed big dick to touch the back of his throat. To fill him up and reach places inside him he didn’t know existed. A few experimental nights led to him playing with his ass, and his fingers— while slender and long enough to bring him to an orgasm— was starting to get stale. Who better to ask to spice his sex life up than a known sex machine?

Y/N walked over to the sink, washing his hands as he went on about his day. Did he not hear JJ? While the bathroom was a bit on the bigger side, it was completely empty beside them. Despite the embarrassment surging through him, he was sure his words even echoed. How could Y/N not hear him?

Then he noticed it.

Y/N grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser, wetting them a bit before wiping the tip of his dick off. His exposed dick, hanging in the open for JJ to gawk at. Yep. Y/N definitely lived up to the high praise many people gave him. JJ couldn’t help but salivate, a million and one fantasies running around in his mind. All of which included Y/N’s massive dick absolutely wrecking him.

Tossing the paper towels somewhere on the floor, Y/N finally looked at him, his eyes glazed over with a notable emotion— lust. “Can’t have some piss ruining your meal, can I?”

A primal urge took over, causing JJ to drop to his knees and wrap his lips around the dick without hesitation. He hummed as the unforgettable taste of warm flesh washed over his tastebuds. Y/N groaned lowly, eyes glued to the top of JJ’s head as he watched him began to suck. It was a bit amateurish, given JJ’s lack of experience with men in real life, but fuck, did it feel good.

JJ started off slowly, easing the seemingly never ending length further into his mouth. His gag reflex kicked in when Y/N’s dick touched the back of his throat, but he knew better to run. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he continued to devour Y/N’s dick.

“Shit.”

The blond continued to gag, the muscles of his throat contracting around Y/N’s dick. Barely any air made its way into his lung, but JJ refused to stop. The remainder of Y/N’s dick was where his hand found purchase, squeezing the base of his dick as he continued to bob his head. Through the tears, he could see Y/N’s thighs tensing up. His legs were shaking, hands gripping the countertop behind him to keep himself upward. JJ felt a surge of pride at the reaction he was causing. It only caused him to fall deeper into the sex fueled trance.

“Your mouth is so wet,” Y/N said, inhaling sharply as JJ’s tongue circled around his tip. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.”

Speeding up his movements, JJ’s mouth produced an excessive amount of saliva as he deep throated Y/N’s dick. Spit smacked him in the face every time he came up for a second for air, only to shove his face into Y/N’s pelvis again.

If JJ was in true control of the situation, he would’ve spent the four hours left in school simply sucking dick. The taste of Y/N’s salty precum on his tongue was addictive. He couldn’t get enough of it, taking extra time to suck as much of it from the tip as he could. However, his actions were stopped when Y/N pulled him up by his hands.

“You can finish sucking my dick at my place,” Y/N told him. “We got more pressing issues to handle.”

Like the cock drunk idiot he was, JJ grinned, only to be caught off guard when Y/N pushed him against the counter. “Woah, not too rough.”

“No promises.”

Before JJ could argue, his shorts were yanked down and a wet sensation below the belt caught him by surprise. His eyes widened as Y/N plunged his tongue deep into his hole, a meek moan slipping past his lips before he could realize.

“Warn me next time!” JJ hissed, subconsciously pressing his ass against Y/N’s face.

Y/N’s response was nothing more than a mumbled vibration that shot pleasure all over JJ. His large hands squeezed JJ’s ass, nails digging into the soft as pillow flesh.

JJ’s eyes rolled as Y/N explored his insides with a feverish desire to taste him as much as he could. He’s never felt such an electrifying feeling, never with the dozens of girls who tried their best to give him what he needed. Who would’ve thought the key ingredient to mind blowing sex would’ve been a tongue up his ass?

Despite him rolling his hips, desperate to feel Y/N’s tongue fucking in and out of him deeper, he knew they didn’t have much time to savor the moment. Anyone could walk in on the two, seeing them in the midst of what was meant to be an intimate moment.

The mere thought sent more blood rushing to his aching dick, so hard he could cum hands free if Y/N didn’t go easy on him. Something Y/N never did to people his slept with— a fact JJ kept in the back of mind every time he eavesdropped on a story about the man currently pressing his dick against his slicked hole.

“Fuck!” JJ’s entire body tensed up as Y/N pushed past the tough ring of muscle. “T-That feels…”

“Amazing?” Y/N asked, pushing into JJ’s virgin hole slow and steady.

It was as if his brain was fried at the moment— and not because of the weed. “Yeah. That.”

Y/N had to resist slamming the rest of his dick inside of JJ. His hole was searing hot, clenching around him like a vice, no intention of ever letting his dick go. JJ deepened his arch, looking back at Y/N with glazed eyes as his hole continued to be stretched beyond comprehension.

The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. He felt so full, whimpering softly as Y/N’s hips finally met his ass. He looked like a psycho, a lopsided grin playing on his lips as he nodded, giving Y/N the green light to fucking demolish him.

So, that’s exactly what he did.

“Unnnghhh… fuck… shit!” JJ exclaimed, grabbing ahold of one of the faucets as Y/N began to dress. “Fuck me, Y/N. Oh… my… God.”

Y/N grabbed ahold of JJ’s hair, yanking his neck back as he thrusted with reckless abandon. He was pretty sure the entire third floor could hear the sound of skin slapping inside the bathroom, but he didn’t care. His eyes were glued to JJ’s ass, waves rippling in the reddened skin.

“Like that?”

“Fuck yes!” JJ moaned, slapping one of his hands against the mirror.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, Y/N reached around to wrap his hand around JJ’s arching dick. He stroked quickly, circling the tip with his thumb as he continued to fuck into JJ’s hole. His body writhed under Y/N’s, falling into a natural rhythm as he met the rough, quick paced thrusts. Y/N’s hand around his dick felt like heaven on earth. His muscles tensed as his orgasm slammed into him like a freight train. Ropes of cum shot out, creating a mess all over the floor for the unfortunate janitor to clean up later on.

“Fuuuuck.”

Y/N groaned as his own orgasm arrived, hips stalling as he buried himself as deep inside JJ’s hole as he could. He leaned forward, placing his mouth onto JJ’s as his cum painted in the inside of JJ’s velvety walls.

The boys allowed themselves to fall into a sloppy mess of a kiss, tongues exploring the inside of each other’s mouths as they came down from their euphoric highs. Once his dick was spent, the last of his cum dribbling out, Y/N used all his strength to pull out. It felt wrong to rid himself of the pleasure he felt when inside of JJ, but the bell ringing told him he had no time to relish in the mind blowing sex he just participated in.

“Let me get your number,” Y/N said as he pulled his pants up.

JJ struggled to catch his breath, lying on the counter as he focused on the sensation of his clenched hole leaking Y/N’s cum. His brain couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Never in his life did he imagine he would be bent over the counter in school and fucked like a pornstar. If he knew this was what it was like to fuck a man— to fuck Y/N— he would’ve done so a lot sooner. Y/N shook his head in amusement when JJ never responded. He considered the silence a pat on the back for a job well done.

Leaning over JJ’s spent body, he whispered, “Guess I have to track you down next period for it.”

The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing was what finally snapped him out of it. It took strenuous effort to turn his head, catching a quick glimpse of Y/N muscular back before he was gone. JJ inhaled deeply, looking at himself in the mirror in front of him. Sweat caused his hair to stick to his skin, cheeks flushed and drool dribbling down his chin. What stuck out the most was the stupid grin that seemed to be permanent. He didn’t recognize himself in the reflection, a complete 180° of the man he walked into the bathroom as.

summary : rafe is willing to do anything to get his next fix

characters : male reader x rafe cameron

note : another work from ao3. i really gotta stop being lazy and lock in

warnings : bottom rafe, unprotected sex, various locations, marathon sex, submissive rafe, rough sex, dirty talk, idk what else

The best thing about an addict— they have no shame. And the best thing about having no shame as an addict? They have absolutely no problem being desperate.

Rafe Cameron was a player. A whore, if you will. Everyone knew that. He ran through almost every girl that was in his age group, fucking them a few times and leaving them for the next wet thing. And that only made him even hotter. Every girl would drop their panties for him, Kook or Pogue, if they had the opportunity to do so. That’s just came with being the most sought after guy on the island.

With that being his reality, getting his way often came easier for him than others. Girls would do anything to try and sleep with him. Guys would do anything to try and get in his inner circle— they secretly wanted to sleep with him as well. All Rafe had to do was snap his fingers, and someone, somewhere, would be at his beck and call. King of the Kooks he was. And King of the Kooks he would always be.

Yet you didn’t give a single fuck about that.

You couldn’t lie. The situation you found yourself in kind of did inflate your ego a bit. When Rafe came begging at your doorstep for anything you had to offer— hopefully an ounce of coke— you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. It was kind of— scratch that, it was absolutely fucking sad watching him itch and twitch and be in a constant state of irritation due to him having withdrawals. You never cared for any of your clients, but man. Poor Rafe. Just because you sold drugs as a living didn’t mean you were an evil guy.

Now while Barry would look out for the only person he considered a friend— besides you of course— you weren’t as giving. Business was business, and if Rafe wanted anything, even a second of your attention, it was going to cost some money. Yet for some reason, a Cameron of all people didn’t have any money on him. And since Rafe didn’t want to leave and go get some money, you opted for your next best form of payment. The look on his face was priceless when you told him what he’d have to do in order to get an ounce of cocaine.

But it was nothing compared to the face he was making now.

“Fuuuuccckk.”

Rafe’s mouth was temporarily stuck in an “O” shape as he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes glazed over with tears as he sat in the paralyzing realization of his situation. If you would’ve told him that he would be lying on a drug dealer’s bed with his legs pinned by his head, panting like a bitch in heat as his manhood was stolen with every brutal thrust you delivered, he’d punch you in your face. However, desperation situations called for desperate measures. Plus, the feeling of your 7 inch dick stretching his asshole open more and more as you fucked him into your mattress was honestly a great way to distract him from his withdrawal symptoms.

Your brows were furrowed as you focused on keeping up the fast pace you were thrusting at. “I didn’t think you were such a whore, Cameron.” you grunted. Anger surged through Rafe at your words, wanting nothing more but to punch you. But then again, you weren’t exactly wrong. He had easily gave his body to you at the mere thought of getting his fixed. So he had no other reason but to swallow his pride and accept that you were right. “F-Fuck you.” he spat, gasping for air as the feeling of your dick stabbing against his prostrate made him throw his head back against your bed.

“Already fucking you.” You grinned.

Rafe moans bounced off your walls as he dug his nails into your hands, holding on to you for dear life. It was hard to keep his eyes fixed on, the painful pleasure of your dick making his eyes roll to the back of his head involuntarily here and there, but he managed. He watched as you bit your lip, eyes glued to where you were impaling his hole. You looked so sexy when you were focused. He wouldn’t ever say that out loud— he was straight after all— but he couldn’t help but allow the thought to consume his mind. The thought of how every vein and ridge of your dick dragged against his sensitive walls, making his body shiver ferociously as if he was stuck out in a blizzard. The thought of how your mushroom tip collided head on with the bundle of nerves located deep in his ass, turning his once moans of protest into moans of encouragement for more. “What’s my name, Rafe?”

Before Rafe could even think twice about stopping himself, the name slipped off of his tongue without hesitation. “D-Daddy!” You grinned like a kid. Rafe Cameron just called you daddy. Nobody was going to believe you, but you were surely going to tell your friends when you were done using him. “Good boy.”

You leaned forward, moving your hands from his ankles to his shoulders to get better leverage. The new position forced Rafe’s legs down further next to his head, his knees touching his ears with your body weight now pressing down on him. The burn of his hamstrings working overtime as his body was folded into an unnatural position for him only added onto the feeling of ecstasy he was high on. His legs being spread wide only opened his hole up for you even more, allowing you to weasel the last few inches of your dick into his hole. Rafe’s eyes widen as he screamed out in pain, his hands wrapping around your forearm and squeezing with all his strength. “J-Jesus Pogue! How big is your di— oh my God!” he whimpered as the feeling of something warm and wet shot up inside him.

You groaned as your hips faltered for just a bit, the feeling of your sudden orgasm taking you by surprise. “Shit!” Rafe’s hole was as tight as a vice. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of feeling him around you. You made a mental note to make sure this happened again.

Once you gained your composure, it was back to the regular scheduled program. You fucked your cum deep into Rafe, pressing kisses to his lips as he just laid there and took everything you had to give him. His eyes were glued to the ceiling of your room, vision blurred with tears as he simply reflected on every decision he made that led to this. How did he end up here? With his khaki pants and Ralph Lauren underwear pulled down just enough to expose his once virgin hole, being gaped open by the dick of a Pogue that sold drugs. He was moaning without any inhibitions, eagerly anticipating every kiss you gave him and still desperate for more. If he could see himself from your perspective, he wouldn’t be able to recognize himself. All his life he had been the one doing the fucking, his ego inflating with every random girl he fucked stupid and left behind once he got his nut. Now look at him— being the one fucked stupid, his body betraying his mind and begging for more and more. He just hoped that you wouldn’t just leave him to dream of your dick forever after you were done nutting inside him.

As if you would ever be that stupid.

You had fucked Rafe Cameron into a cock hungry slut. Once you finished the first round, you had expected him to leave once you tossed a bag of coke for him to fetch off of your bedroom floor. Yet, Rafe didn’t move an inch to get the drugs, simply rolling onto his stomach and falling into a much needed slumber after you fucked his brains out. He looked cute when he slept. You were going to leave it at the round one— for now at least— but you never claimed to be a man with self control. When you came back into your room a few minutes later after cleaning your dick off, the sight of his perky ass sticking up in the air only riled you back up.

Rafe woke up moaning and gripping your sheets as you fucked him into the mattress. His aching dick rubbed against the sheets with every thrust, the friction causing his whole body to tense up as an orgasm approached. Him tensing up only made you moan yourself, as you tried not to cum too early with his hole gripping your dick with no mercy. No luck with that. You let another load loose into his hole as Rafe lifted his hips up to meet your thrusts as he reached his own orgasm himself.

Round 3 happened right after. You picked him up and bounced him up and down on your dick, the sound of his ass and thighs slamming against your hips echoing throughout the house. Barry had came into your room and told you to cut out the loud noise since he had his own little sexscapade going on. You didn’t even when he got home, but you didn’t care. You hadn’t even stopped lifting Rafe’s body up and down when Barry came into your room. Rafe wanted to be embarrassed by the idea of someone else seeing him be tossed around like a ragdoll, with a dick nestled deep within his ass as he audibly begged for more with no shame. He’d worried about that later though.

You guys were more considerate with round 4. Rafe held onto your thighs as he bounced up and down on your dick, head towards the floor to allow you to play your video game. By now he had got rid of his khaki pants and shoes, only in his tighty whities that had a hole ripped in the ass part to allow easy access. Not that they were needed— the front had been stained with at least 4 loads that had now dried and created a sticky, uncomfortable mess that Rafe would have to deal with later on.

Round 5 was on the same living room coach as you fucked Rafe doggystyle. His body hair had now began to collect a musk that filled your nose, and that plus the view of his ass jiggling with each thrust caused you to cum earlier than you wanted to. You made up for that with round 6, in the same position on the same couch, only lasting 4 full minutes. In which Rafe moaned loudly, begging for more and praising your entire existence the whole time. Not that you tried to stop him at all. You just felt bad for Barry and whatever girl he had brought over.

Hours, and plenty rounds, went by and Rafe had accepted that he would just stay the night at your place. You had to start giving yourself some longer breaks because after round 8, you had began to start shooting blanks and that was not benefiting anyone. All the while, Rafe nursed himself on your soft dick, cleaning any leftover fluids on your dick that you had concocted using Rafe’s gaping hole.

By time you guys finished at 1 in the morning, you had gone 13 rounds. Your body was sore as hell, and you had no idea how you were still standing. You always had a high libido, what teenage boy didn’t? Still, You didn’t think it was that high. You could only imagine how Rafe felt. He didn’t seem to be in any pain, in fact, from the dopey smile on his face as he laid comfortably on your chest as the two of you settled in your bed, you would assume that he had the time of his life today. You did too.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep after the day that you guys had. All while you allowed your soft dick to rest inside Rafe’s hole, making him feel whole as he drifted off into a deep sleep that was much needed. Before he drifted off, he had caught sight of the bag of coke that still laid on your bedroom floor besides your bed. He had forgot that he had came over here for that originally— only to be taken advantage of and used by you for 7 hours. His body had no longer craved the high that came with doing cocaine, only wanting to be fucked by you and feel you dump another load into his inviting hole that had molded itself to be a perfect fit for you. He had no idea how he was going to move forward with this in the outside world, now having no interest in keeping his reputation as a womanizer anymore, but he did know one thing.

He had found his new addiction— and he knew for a fact that he would never get enough of you.

summary : jj & pope do everything as a duo. even when it comes to doing the same boy.

characters : male reader x pope heyward x jj maybank

note : old fic from ao3, figured i should update with something

warnings : smut , threesome, unprotected sex, bottom jj, bottom pope, top reader, creampie, overstimulation, oral, rimming, that’s all i can remember

Pope’s knuckles were white due to his grip on the windowsill in front of him. His whole body was on fire, which wasn’t something he could chalk up to the alcohol flowing through his body. No. Not this time. This time his body was on fire because he was forced to exert his body in a position that was uncomfortable— all because he was due for a punishment after a week of being a bad boy.

After an hour of staying in this position, stuck in a squat position at a slight downward angle, with his arms extended in front of him, holding onto the windowsill above him to keep him standing upright. His legs were jelly, and if he let go of the only thing holding him upright, he would come crashing down. And that wouldn’t be ideal considering he was getting his hole absolutely ravaged by your tongue.

You were under him, back lying against the floor of some stranger’s room as you relished in the task of devouring his tight hole. He tasted like a day in the sun, his sweat and musk coating his hole in a taste that made your tastebuds explode with pleasure. Pope continued to bounce gently up and down on your tongue, the stretch of your tongue causing him to moan angelically as he felt his orgasm approaching. Hopefully you wouldn’t stop this time. He almost came at least five times by now, but you always stopped right when he was about to cum all over the place.

Which wasn’t fair at all. Because from what he could hear from behind you, JJ had came at least a dozen times as he bounced himself up and down on your dick.

Your entire torso was stained with cum, old and fresh. It felt sticky and disgusting, but that’s what you loved about sex with JJ. He made things messy, and he always made sure to clean up his mess with his tongue afterwards. You weren’t sure which part was sexier. Eh, that was a lie. You knew which part was sexier because you always dreamed of it when you were around the blonde. Watching JJ Maybank, someone who was usually so smug and composed in the face of the pilot become a mess of a man in front of your face was the sexiest thing ever. All because of you.

JJ’s dick was still erect, his tip a painful shade of pink as it produced copious amounts of pre-cum. It flew everywhere as he continued to lift himself up and slam his ass down on your dick, pornographic moans leaving his mouth with every bounce. Unlike Pope, who was growing tired with every second, JJ had a lopsided grin on his face as his legs burned with every bounce. You wish you could see just how perfect he looked. Seeing your boys fucked out was one of the best sights known to man. Besides the sunset on the beach— that was an impressive sight as well.

Instead, you could only see… well not much. Pope’s dick smacked against the upper half of your face as he bounced in sync with his best friend. Now that was the only part of this that you couldn’t get behind. Pope’s dick was heavy, so which each bounce on your tongue, it slapped you right in the forehead. Smack. Smack. Smack. It caused you to laugh at first, but well, after an hour, one could imagine how tedious it could get. He was lucky that you couldn’t get enough of the taste of his ass. Otherwise, you would’ve just left him orgasmless and on the floor so that you wouldn’t have to deal with being assaulted by dick any longer.

Matter of fact, that didn’t sound too bad. Not leaving your baby boy orgasmless and on the floor. But getting him off of your face so that your forehead could get a break.

One hand grabbed ahold of JJ’s hip, forcing him to slam down on your dick and stay there with all 8 inches nestled inside of his guts. He whimpered as he fell forward, resting his head on your chest as he continued to whimper like a baby as he gently rocked his hips to get some friction with you inside of him. Once the more rambunctious one was dealt with, your other hand patted the flesh of Pope’s right ass cheek, the sign for him to finally stop. You savored the taste of his musk as he finally stood up, his knees buckling as he let himself fall into the floor.

“Oh thank God, I thought I was about to pass out.” he said, his chest rising and falling as he tried his best to catch his breath.

JJ’s chuckle was muffled by his face being buried in your pec, but you could easily make out what he had said. “Pussy.”

JJ moaned when you delivered a sharp smack to his ass, the red handprint being marked on his flesh. “Don’t be mean.” you told him.

“Sorry Daddy.”

You smiled at that. Believe it or not, JJ was the one that behaved. Not that it came easy. There were times that he acted out of line, but it wasn’t often. At least, not as often as it used to be. Once you gave him what he wanted— the title of being one of your boyfriends— he melted into the submissive role as if he was nothing. He did whatever you asked him to with no complaints. Never flirting with anyone other than you despite him being one of the most sought after boy on the island. He always called you, just to hear your voice and let you know that he was never going a second without thinking of you— or rather of your dick. When you were talking to him, giving him orders whether in bed or just in life, he never considered talking back to you.

Don’t worry, it wasn’t a control thing, he just wanted to live like that. It felt nice to just sit back and be taken care of by someone who didn’t mind taking care of him. He was the definition of an obedient bitch. Something that you made sure to whip him into when you guys finally got together after years of sexual tension being the fuel behind your friendship.

Pope was different. He came first, beginning to date you back when you were nothing more than a lanky freshman. With that, he became comfortable doing what he wanted because he knew you would never stop being in love with him. He flirted with people to make you jealous. He stayed out late with John B, Sarah & Kie just to make you mad. He talked back to you, often being right when he did so, which you pretended not to like but he knew that was a lie. After all, him being a genius was the thing about him that turned you on the most. That, and the ass that filled out every pair of shorts he wore.

Even when you muscled up and became the dominant force in his life that you were now, he liked to walk the line of danger. Knowing that if he ever pissed you off, it would do him more pleasure than harm. It wouldn’t do him harm at all actually. He was able to be obedient as well, it just took a little more effort on your part. Effort that he desperately craved, and effort that you never minded putting in.

That’s how you guys got here now. Some Touron was flirting with Pope, not knowing that the boy he was talking to was busy daydreaming about having a dick shoved down his throat as he tried desperately to get Pope in bed with him. Pope didn’t shut it down either. He actually went ahead and eagerly entertained the random boy he had no interest in, which pissed you off to the max. JJ was simply just attached to your hip so that’s how he ended up getting included in on the nastiness going on in the room of the party’s host at the moment. That’s why JJ was allowed to get what he wanted and chase his orgasm on your dick. All while Pope was edged for an hour straight while he only got the pleasurable stretch of your tongue. Which he didn’t hate, but it was nothing compared to the delicious stretch that came with your dick fucking him in the ass.

But you were getting tired of teasing him. He was in pain. He was begging you for more. He had learned his lesson for the day. And more importantly, he was going to piss you off again regardless of what you did. So why keep on denying yourself? After all, you were human too, and you needed to get everything you wanted from these boys. You needed to feel Pope’s walls around your dick, and you needed to taste the musk between JJ’s ass. So that’s what you were going to do.

You looked over at Pope who leaned against the wall on the floor. His eyes were hooded as he looked at you, dried drool trailing from his mouth down to his chin. “You ready to get stuffed?” you asked.

“Yes Daddy.” Pope nodded eagerly as he suddenly ignored all of the pain in his legs, shooting up from the floor. “I’ve been ready to get fucked all day.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I know. You had to earn it though. Be a good bitch for me.”

JJ looked up at you, batting his eyelashes innocently. “Was I a good bitch for you, Daddy?” he asked.

JJ purred when you gently squeezed his ass, pressing a kiss on the top of his head. “You were the best. Maybe you taught Pope a thing or two about you riding like your life depended on it.”

“I don’t need to be taught anything.” Pope muttered.

“We’ll see.”

Pope scowled as he stood up in front of the window, not caring that his entire backside was completely in sight of everyone standing below in the backyard. One look up and everyone would see everything from his broad shoulders down to his thick thighs littered with stretch marks that you loved to trace whenever you had a bad day and needed to relax. He only had one focus, and that was proving to you that he didn’t need to be taught anything. JJ couldn’t come close to making you feel as good as Pope could. At least, he thought so. He prided himself on that fact, and if it turned out to be false, he didn’t know what he would do with himself. But there was no way that you’d ever consider JJ to be better at making you feel good.

You honestly didn’t have any favorites, loving everything about both of them, even their flaws, but hey, you were a man of jester. Why not feed into the underlying feud that they had when it came to proving who was better at making you cum. It was funny. It was childish. And more importantly, it benefited you more than them. Who wouldn’t want two hot guys fighting over how hard they could bounce on your dick?

JJ begrudgingly removed himself from your side now that his turn with your dick was over. He climbed off of the bed as Pope took his place, straddling your waist with eagerness that he tried his best to hide. As if he could act anything other than excited. You took the opportunity to scoot down on the bed a bit, your feet pressing against the headboard of this poor stranger’s bed. Now your head was resting on the edge of the bed, and not hanging off of it anymore like it was when Pope was fucking himself on your tongue. Thank God. You were definitely getting lightheaded with all the blood rushing to your head.

Thanks to the amount of spit you had coated the outside and inside of Pope’s hole with over the hour, and the cream from JJ’s hole still painting your dick, there was no need for any prep. Poor didn’t deserve any either for making you mad earlier. You wondered what the boy Pope had been flirting with was thinking now. He definitely saw you drag Pope into the house. A lot of people did, and they all knew what was going to happen. You made it very clear that you had monopoly over the two boys you were with and that they were off limits. So nobody really blinked an eye when you took either one— or both in this case— away from the party.

JJ did the work of aligning the tip of your dick with Pope’s dripping hole, giving you a thumbs up when Pope was ready. Pope rested his hands on your chest, his fingers fidgeting nervously as they always did when he was in this position. After all, he still was a shy and sweet boy deep down, even with 4 bottles of beer and some shots of questionable mixtures in his system.

“Don’t be shy now, Pope.” JJ teased, patting him on the ass. Pope rolled his eyes but you just gave his hand a gentle squeeze to comfort him. Pope smiled gratefully, all while you gave JJ a signal behind Pope’s back. After all, this was supposed to be a punishment. You couldn’t give Pope too much control over the situation. “Sorry brodie.” JJ muttered, ignoring the confused look on his best friend’s face as he grabbed ahold of his waist and slammed him down.

“Fuck!” Pope yelled, hole squeezing around your dick as the whole thing was shoved into him with no warning. You didn’t hesitate to start thrusting up into him, Pope’s eyes crossing as his prostate was being gave a bit too much attention. He whimpered as he squeezed your pecs, his nails embedding themselves into your skin as he began to moan feverishly. “Yeah, baby, tell me how much you love this dick.” you muttered, slapping his ass as hard as you could.

Pope winced as the pain began to slowly subside, bouncing awkwardly a few times before he finally gained enough composure to lift his hips up and slam himself down onto your dick himself. “You’re an asshole.” he whimpered. “You love it.”

“I do! I love this dick so… so much.” Pope nodded, raising his voice over the sound of his ass slapping against your thighs as you delivered brutal thrust after thrust. “Louder.” you demanded. Pope complied instantly, hips stuttering for a bit as he felt an orgasm approaching. “I love this— oh my God!”

You grinned as he fell forward, burying his head in your neck as he started begging for you to stop directly in your ear. You sounded like the pretty boy he was, his soft words sending shivers down your spine. But he had made his bed by being an idiot, and he had to hump in it until you were satisfied enough. “Not so cocky no more, huh bitch?”

“J, don’t think I forgot about you.” You said. “Pope, get up. Let JJ sit on my face”

JJ wasted no time to crawl over to the head of the bed, helping Pope gather the strength to lift his upper body off of yours. Pope stopped meeting your thrusts, readjusting himself so that he was now standing in a squat. He leaned forward with his hands on your abdomen, taking a deep breath before he started to slam himself up and down with as much force as he could. Meanwhile, JJ had copied his position, squatting in front of your face before backing his ass into your face. Thankfully, you had enough practice with the two freaks in front of you to be able to handle the both of them at the same time. Even if the pleasure coursing through your body was earth shattering.

“Ahh… ahh… Jesus.” JJ moaned, eyes widening at the feeling of your tongue licking the outside ring of his sensitive hole. “Pope, he feels so fucking good.”

“I know.” Pope grunted. “Oh my God, I’m about to cum.”

You objected to that, hoping that the vibrations that your words sent through JJ got the message across. Thankfully, JJ was still sober enough to have some sense. “Don’t think he wants you to yet.” he said, only for Pope to scoff loudly. “Fuck that.” Pope said.

You should’ve known that Pope was going to influence JJ to do what he was doing— chase his own pleasure instead of abiding by the unspoken rules of letting you control everything. Not that you were too mad at it, moaning as JJ pressed his ass into your face and Pope squeezed his hole around your dick. “We’re s-so going to get in trouble bro.” JJ said.

“I-I don’t care.“ Pope said, reaching forward and grabbing ahold of JJ’s dick. He began to stroke it rapidly to catch JJ up to where he currently was. “Fuck! Pope, I’m about to—“

“Me too!” Pope screamed, giving JJ’s dick one last good tug with his thumb caressed the tip.

JJ was a shooter, while Pope was a gusher. The best of both worlds. JJ’s cum shot out, staining your abdomen, thighs and Pope thighs as well. His hole squeezed around your tongue, his hips accidentally bucking and pressing his ass into your face too much. Your nose was blocked from getting air for a few seconds— but if you were to die, JJ sitting on your face and Pope bouncing on your dick was the perfect way to go. Pope bounced a few more times with all his strength, his cum pooling on your waist, with his balls dipping into the puddle of his and JJ’s cum as he lowered himself up and down. It wasn’t until he settled with your dick sheathed inside of him that he realized you had came inside of him. He shuddered as he climbed off of your dick, turning around to let JJ clean his hole of your cum. While he cleaned up the mess he and JJ had made on your stomach and waist. It was the routine for moments like these where they lost control and made a mess.

When the boys were finished cleaning up their mess, Pope sighed exasperatedly as he fell by your side. You wrapped your arm around him, smacking his ass as hard as you could one last time. He moaned in your ear, still trying to catch his breath as he came down from his high. JJ had crawled off of you, giving you a beautiful sight of his asshole as he bent over to find his underwear in the pile of clothes on the floor— both yours, his, Pope’s and the poor boy that this room belonged to. He finally found his boxers— which were yours originally but technicality didn’t really matter— making you pout when he stood up straight and hid his hole between the two globes of muscle you had just finished devouring.

“You dickhrsds going to behave for the rest of the party?” You wondered, letting out a deep breath as you adjusted the pillow behind your head.

“Fuck that party.” JJ scoffed, pulling his boxers up his legs. “I can’t even stand straight.” he pointed out. You laughed, looking down at his legs that were wobbling as he tried his best to not lose his balance as he made his way back to the bed. As he climbed in beside you, being selfish and laying on top of you completely, you looked down at Pope who was snuggled up beside you. “You feel the same way, Pope?”

Pope exhaled as he lifted a leg over yours, pushing JJ’s out of the way as much as he could. “I just want to stay here with you two.”

“You just don’t want to face everyone knowing you just got fucked.” JJ said, he playfully smacking Pope’s bare ass.

Pope rolled his eyes before he closed them, resting on your shoulder as he began to doze off. You caressed his sore ass, drawing hearts on his chocolate skin as JJ began to kiss you. He moaned as he gyrated his hips, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You should’ve cut it out early, but you didn’t have the will to decline being made out with. That’s how you ended up growing hard yet again, JJ grinning mischievously as he felt your erection brush up against his ass.

JJ sat up straight, reaching back and stroking your dick as he nudged Pope with his other hand. “What JJ?” he muttered, swatting his hand away. But as he felt your hand snake down to in between his ass, your fingers creeping in between his cheeks and prodding his hole, he knew what was going on. “I can’t catch a break, can I?” he asked, his breath catching in his throat when you roughly shoved two fingers into his hole.

Started: 3/29/26

Last Updated: 3/29/26

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