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"You call that cock sucking? How are you gonna take Dad's cock if you can't take mine?" He shudders when your tounge laps the bottom of his twitching t-dick. He didn't want to admit it. He couldn't, but you were bringing him closer and closer to his peak.

You whine desperately when he tugs you up off your knees, squeezing your head between his thighs. He shudders, thrusting against your tongue when he finally reaches his peak. "You're going tonget rid of your panties, and you're going to learn to suck me off." The next yank to your panties is brutal enough to rip the fabric, a pained sob dribbling tears onto his thighs.

"You won't let our Dad down, you understand?" He grunts as he finally lets your head free, staring at the slick and tears all over your face. "Not after everything he's done for me and now you, runt." He gathers your torn panties up in his hands, pocketing them into his vest.

"Can I suck you off again, please?" You plea, staring down at his swollen t-dick. "I can get better, I promise." Simon chuckles softly as he grips your hair, tugging you back between his legs. God, you were just like him when he first started, when Dad first set his sights on him.

"That's what I like to hear, runt. You're going to learn today."

Potential and masculinity. He was going to mold you, train you, into a good man. A proper soldier like you were always meant to be if someone had stepped in sooner.

Once he had you transferred, he started you on testosterone immediately, despite your pushback. "Sir, I can hold my own just fine. I don't need a hormone boost." You insisted, shaking just slightly when the cold alcohol pad cleans your thigh.

"I am your captain, and I'm doing what is best for you, understand?" He holds your eyes as he gives you your shot, thumb roughly pressing the injection site when it's all over. "You should get rid of the panties." You flush at his words, avoiding eye contact as he pulls your pants back up and buttons them.

"Gonna make you a real man, Y/N. Understand?" He murmurs as he runs his hands through your hair. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" You shudder at his words, staring at his chest until he lifts your chin with your finger. "Answer me."

"Yes, sir. I'll be good." He smiles warmly at you, pressing a bushy kiss to your forehead. You didn't know how he knew; how he pieced together something you buried about yourself years ago. That's how he must've worked his way up to captain. Noticing the little things that everyone would let fly under the radar.

You were so excited to learn you'd be with another dog hybrid, contrary to popular belief they aren't all that common in higher ranks.

For once, you get to have someone who understands you instincts and doesn't scoff at your social behaviors. You get someone to maybe-hopefully pack bond with and not have to explain what that is. You finally get someone high energy to run and play with—

And it turns out he's a giant, sleepy, boring dog.

Lieutenant riley does little more than give you a sniff when he first meets you, a sleepy rumble low in his chest before meandering off. Not what you expected, but it's still nice to bond with him.

Ghost, as it turns out, is a great packmate. He's willing to indulge your more hyper moods, and when he isn't?

"Fuckin' settle down, pup." Ghost grunts, grabbing you by the scruff and tossing you to the floor of the rec room. You barely get a moment to recover before 300+ pounds of dog hybrid lie atop you, pinning you down heavily.

Not matter how hard you bark and growl, ghost just rumbles in his half-sleep, tail slowly wagging.

Without fail, it always seems to make you sleepy too. All that high energy you can never deal with settling right down into a foggy peace, enjoying your packmate on top of you and his scent so close, your own tail wagging.

Dad bf!Simon, Like ruffling your hair, pats to the ass, checking your outfit all curt like that makes you feel all confident (lifting your chin up, fixing your shirt, kissing your forehead). Helping you calm down when you’ve got big emotions you can’t describe. Sitting you in his lap, rubbing your back.

Or telling you to “Watch your mouth.” When you get too smart. Or drawling out his words, “Coool it,” when you’re doing too much.

Doesn’t mind wrangling you up out of the truck and making you apologize to the rest of the 141 after being a brat for half the night, drawling out your name, a warning, leans against the hood. The much needed cigarette already to his lips. And you’re a hiccuping and babbling mess while you apologize, it’s all embarrassing because it not like you. You know that, but it’s all too much, tears burning your cheeks as they fall.

You wipe your tears with your wrists, eyes glancing at Simon and more tears building up. Letting out the littlest meek of ‘Dad’

He’s scuff, one end of his lip curving upward, “Fuckin hell, come ‘ere.”

You’re lucky you’re cute, adorable and his, gently tugging you into his chest by the back of your neck. Letting your feet stumble as they catch up to himhim as your sons get muffled into his shirt. Poor thing doesn’t even know what’s wrong with you, Simon does though.

“Kids just stressed, lil things more than tired.” Simon explains to the men who are all ‘aww’ing’, talking as if you’re not there. Just small, by his side.

“Still got her workin mate?” Gaz asks.

“‘F she likes it, ‘f it’s too much I’ll pull the plug…” his thumb rubs your nape, feeling his arms wrap around you, voice coming out so much softer, “But… can’t say no to ‘er.”

they're both older than you and have so much more experience and you're so pure hearted you never even see it coming </333 as much as they refuse to admit it they both get off to how easily you become a brainless babbling mess for them n it doesn't even have to be sexual things! robby will tuck some hair behind your ear while you're yapping his ear off before bedtime, makes long steady eye contact while he listens to you, nods along n tilts his head following your eyes thumb on your bottom lip, asking "yeah?" all low and attentive and nghhh you're just a girl! of course you start going all gooey in the brain and sticky in your panties when dad gets you on his lap n kisses your heated cheeks n starts rubbing gentle little circles on your clit :(

baran will come into the living room massaging face cream on and immediately assesses the situation. "michael it's almost midnight, she's not gonna go down now."

he just smiles at her over your shoulder, stopping his fingers just long enough for you to start whining and humping pathetically after his touch. "I'll get her down. right, honey?" uses his sticky thumb to wipe some drool from your chin. "you'll go down for dad, right?"

Maybe it was when he burned his field mask, watched the plastic melt and flare in the fire. Price on on his right, Gaz on his left and Soap’s dog tags wrapped tight in his fist. “Every month, check in. Promise me you won’t off yourself out there. Get a dog, find a nice lad.” Price murmured to him.

He checked in as promised, tried to keep a routine like the mandated therapist said. It was.. boring. He was bored. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Johnny’s glazed over eyes and the gore of his own leg shredded across the floor. No amount of footie and beer could drown it, he knew that. The mutt he got- a big slobbery pitbull he didn’t bother to name anything other than “dog” kept him from giving up entirely.

Then- you moved in. In the apartment next to his, a tired little thing. Your eye bags were nearly as deep as his, despite your civilian life- easy grin on your lips, the smell of food cooking always leaking through the walls. Eventually you just asked him to come eat, inviting him and the mutt into your much more well furnished apartment.

Simon started staying in your apartment so often he just started giving you his paychecks as penance- always passed out with the dog on the couch when you got home from work. He kept things clean, got groceries- kept your cunt happy too. His mouth and fingers helping you relax, cock kept snug in your pussy as you relaxed on top of him- cooing and kissing up the side of his face.

“My handsome puppy, so good for me. Dropped right from the heavens into my lap, hm? So sweet, such a good cock,” you’d murmur, laughing at the way Simon’s eyelashes would flutter and his first two loads of cum leaking out as his hips gently grinded upwards. “Fuck- baby please- cum around my cock again, please?” The huge man whimpered against your lips, his thick hands squeezing and groping at your ass.

“Shhh, I will baby, just relax,” you’d murmured.

You got him new clothes, despite his insistence not to- his favorite piece of clothing became a deep green cotton sweater you picked up from the thrift store. Simon wore it religiously, sometimes catching himself in the mirror. His blonde hair an overgrown buzz- ten years ago he never let it grow. Colors gracing his pale skin, soft striped sweat pants with warm colors something he would’ve never been caught dead wearing.

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Oh absolutely oh yes oh yes

He keeps dragging along your breasts and the cool metal feels so good and is a stark contrast compared to the sweat that is starting to dampening your skin as he hovers above you, his mouth on your tits as he sucks then and kisses them

He's slowly pushing in and out of you and every once and awhile he will just staying there to push deep onto your g spot

Your hand in the back of his hair and down his neck as your legs try to pull together from the feeling

It began with a basic hornypost, and a comment under said post:

So, the fatal BreadSlice was getting clowned on in the replies, until:

“You’re sparing with me tonight, I need a partner and you need ta’ learn how to take a punch, I don’t care.”

He’s putting you in a headlock and you’re holding your breath trying not to think about his cock against your back. “Don’t tap out, you got it. If you tap I’m gonna knock your teeth in next, so be smart.” Hes always been tough on you, on everyone, that’s just how he is. He grew tougher with you because he loves you, just wants to push you further. But you were confused as hell..

he pushes you out of his grip and lets you fall onto the matt, panting and coughing as you catch your breath, looking up at him as he stands tall before you, hands on his hips. “Goood boy, see? You can handle it. You wanna try me this time?” He grins. You nod, eyes flickering from him and his obviously hardened cock outlined from his training shorts before taking his outstretched hand and helping you off the matt.

“What, you jealous?” He tilts his head, making you freeze. “It’s normal, we’re..getting physical. So expect it. When you’re as big as me one day you’ll learn. Now come on, ‘sume position.” Whatever, he’s always been weird.

He stops you from sitting so timidly, grabbing your thigh and forcing you spread when seated next to each other. “You sit like a bitch.” And he keeps his hand tight on you to force em to stay open, sometimes going higher. Normal, normal. Right?

You wait for him at the door and see his car pulling up, fixing your hat and sliding into the passenger seat, his hand resting behind the headrest. He’s staring at you, longer than usual for him, which is saying something. You start to slouch, feeling a little too conscious of yourself. “What?” You ask, and he shakes his head.

“First of all sit up, but..nothing. Like the outfit, that’s all.” He shrugs before pulling off. You had a normal cap on, some dumb t-shirt and a flannel pulled over it with pants you probably found on the beach. Hearing it from him felt nice, even if it wasn’t his style. It was euphoric.

You take your shirt off after hitting the gym with him, biceps exposed to the chillness of Popes place, sweat staining your binder and onto your stomach. You stand in front of the fan, your arms on your head to get all the cool air, and Pope just..watches. Shoulders slumped, hands to his side as he stares at you from behind, taking in your figure, it’s been a while since he’s been able to make out where your hips used to be.

“You’re gettin’ big.” He says, and you hear his voice grow closer as you open your eyes. “Hm?” You say, his hands already grabbing at your arms and stomach from behind, he’s so close you feel his breath against your neck. “Gyms payin’ off, you’re getting swole, dude. Flex.” He demands, shaking his head softly when you listen, so easy.

He watched you stare at yourself, a little proud smile growing on your face. “See?” He pokes your bicep, then gets close, comparing his to yours. “Not as good as me though. One day you might be able to get as big as mine, maybe when you’re like-fifty.” He jokes, playfully punching you as he walks into his kitchen.

One night at Darren’s bar, he catches you staring at some guy across the bar, playing pool. He noticed your body language, doing that bitchy thing where you squeeze your thighs together and hold your hands in your lap, slouched over. Either anxious, or flustered. He rolls his eyes, jaw tensing before he throws back his last shot.

It was something you hadn’t told him, but he knew. Just like how he knew with Derran, he doesn’t fucking care. It’s not his business. But you weren’t any one else’s to be looking at like that.

He grabs your face and forces your eyes, the back of his hands pressing at your cheeks, they’re warm. “You’re drunk,” yes and no, you’d been blushing. “Wanna get back to mine? I’m bored here anyway.” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he stands, and you’re fumbling behind him, so much so that you hold his belt loop to get through the crowd.

It’s something so innocent, really, it is. But he can’t help but sport a semi, you’re so lucky to have someone as nice as Pope, who knows what that man would’ve done to you. Pope hasn’t even broken you in yet properly, there’s no way you’re taking other guys, not into your manhood at least.

Staying over Popes place wasn’t something out of the ordinary, he’d even let you sleep in his bed, who cares? You’re just dudes, he’s your best friend after all. You guys strip down separately, Pope down to his sweats, watching you TV as you strip down to your airy plaid boxers and binding tape.

“You know you don’t have to wear that here. You shouldn’t wear it too long anyway, you’ll fuck up your skin.” He’d tell you, cautious as always (at least that’s what you told yourself). “Are you sure? I wouldn’t..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You lay next to him on your back, watching him switch through channels.

“Why would it? My shirts off, is that making you uncomfortable?” He brings a hand behind his head, shrugging softly as he looks over at you. He watched as you peel it off slowly, careful to not rip skin, sighing when you finally do, setting it on the nightstand. “Mine are bigger anyway.” He’s glad to see you more comfortable, even if it was shooting you corny jokes.

His eyes wander you as you guys talk about other shit, he can’t help but wonder. He’s never ever seen you naked, you’re never naked in front of him, though growing older together you’ve seen him naked more times than you could count. And he was fine with that, if you’re not comfortable, that’s that.

But alcohol sets into him, and he’s wondering what lies beneath your sweaty, airy pair of boxers you’re wondering. If you’ve been..experimenting with yourself, he knows you’ve got some growth, he’s done his own research just to better grasp what his friends dealing with, and you talk about it, though it’s been a while since that last conversation.

“How’s your bottom growth,” he sits up, turning the tv down a bit. “Oh-it’s good? I dunno what I expected, but I’m not..unhappy.” You shrug, a dopey smile growing on your face. “Yeah?” “Like..i knew what it was gonna be like, but it’s more than I expected.”

“Oh yeah, it’s bigger than others?” He chuckled, tilting his head. “Lemme see what you’re working with, are you jerkin’ off yet?” He asks, and you’re taken back, by how casual, and that he would ask his friend that. “You-you wanna see?? My cock?” You ask, your leg propped up so your knees facing the ceiling.

He’s shocked at your pull back, brows furrowing. “Yeah?? Why not, you’ve seen mine, we’re friends.” He shrugs. “Friends..show each other their dicks.” You deadpan. “Yeah, I did it with my friends growing up. It’s normal, like, comparing and shit. S’a part of puberty dude.” He nudged you, and you sigh nervously, sliding off your shorts and throwing them to the ground, shuddering at the cool air hitting your tip.

He smiles, clearly amused, “so no, you’re not able to jerk off yet,” he began chuckling, “it’s so small. Thought you said it was bigger.” “Wha-it is bigger! Not..compared to like-you or something, but other men going on T.” “Hey, I’m not knackin’ at you. Gotta start somewhere,” Pope shrugs with a little giggle, and before you can say anything, he’s pulling his sweats down, kicking them to the ground and pulling his cock out his boxers.

“I think mine would be bigger than yours soft too, isn’t that something?” What were you feeling right now? He’s literally calling you small, yet you’re..aroused. You watch him stroke his cock slowly, hearing a soft sigh come from him as he stares at his pink tip. You’ve never seen him hard, no way. This was much more than what he was packing when walking around the house naked.

He catches you staring, the corner of his mouth upturning slightly, stopping and holding it at the base. “You wanna give it a go?” He tilts his head, licking his lips slower than usual as he looks into your eyes. “At..at jerking you off?” “Yeah.” He shrugs. Right. Like that’s fucking normal. “Like..yknow, practice, dude. So when your time comes it won’t feel awkward.”

He pulls you closer, removing his hand as you take its place, grabbing his length. Hes much bigger in your hand than his own, and you try not to focus on his abs and how they rise and fall quicker, even if Pope tried to hide it. He cups his big hang over yours, guiding you, “Like this. Move your wrist, too. Don’t be so stiff.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he looks at you, making sure you’re retaining this.

You can’t hold the contact, you’re locked in on his cock, you feel him pulse in your hand, it makes you dizzy, rubbing your legs together, and Pope took notice. He knew he was taking advantage of you, no doubt. It wasn’t in his plan to get you a little drunk, take you home and do whatever he pleases. But in his mind, he’s just shaping you into a man, showing you the ropes. And you’re a big boy, he knows that. If you wanted to stop you can speak up.

Pope rubs at your hip after hearing you shudder, you’re watching precum bead at his tip, and your mouth feels full with drool as you nod. “You okay kiddo? I’m not intimidating you, am I?” He grins, and you shake your head. “No, no it’s-it’s big but..I’m fine.” You shrug, and he hums, trying to read your face.

“Okay.” Is all he says, his lips parted when you go faster, you had to know what you were doing. “Can I try?” He points to you with his hand that occupied your hip, and before you can answer he’s lifting up and turning to you this time, arm leaning back on the bed as he drapes his hand down your tummy.

“How do you get off, then? You still use a vibrator and your fingers?” “Yeah, uh it’s not big enough to like..hold or anything.” “So it’s like, this?” He runs his middle finger down your tip, prodding it softly, a small action that sends a jolt through your body, eyes widening on him as your hand comes up to hold his forearm.

“Y-yes, yes.” You nod, trying not to let the pleasure get the best of you. But you’re tipsy, and you’re so sensitive all the time now, it took a lot of you to swallow back a moan when he puts pressure on you, watching your face. “You use your fingers on your hole too? Or just mess around with your dick.” “Uhm..” you swallow, wanting to close your legs, but his other hand keeps you open at his attention.

“Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I do.” “How many?” He takes you in his hand, smirking at how you shrink under him when he brings his thumb to circle your tip, stroking you the best he can in the process. You shudder out a gasp, gripping at his wrist, trying not to squirm so much. “Two. Pope it-it’s really sensitive so,” you pant, watching him toy with you.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He comes back to face you, his eyes dark and low on you, a slight upturn in his lips as he watched you grow flustered under him, his other fingers prodding your folds. “You can moan if you want kiddo, it’s ok. I’m touching your dick, after all.” He shrugs, he’s getting off on how you try and keep yourself together, he can tell you’re trying to not make it into something that’s already done.

You’re getting jerked off by your best friend, for gods sake. Let it out. He sees the worry, the nervousness in your eyes, and only hopes his face tells you it’s okay, to let it out. He sinks two fingers in you, sighing upon hearing your shocked gasp, a rather high “oh!” coming from you, shifting closer to him unintentionally.

“Yeah?” He whispers, “What, this doin’ somethin to you? I’m just..exploring.” He shrugs, but you feel his cock against your thigh, you know he’s feeling what you are. “Pope. Andrew.” You whisper, a cautious tone on your tongue as your mouth parts with another moan, he’s knuckle deep inside you, curling his fingers and hitting a spot you haven’t felt in..forever.

“Andrew!” You moan again, grabbing at his bicep now, bucking up to his touch, you couldn’t help it anymore. “I know. Just..stay still. It’s ok.” He knew you never thought you’d be in such a..position. Your best friend, jerking you off with his hard dick against your thigh, angry red and leaking all over you.

But Pope couldn’t wait any longer, especially when you look so good, building yourself, seeing your confidence grow, your manhood.

“Is it much better now that you’re on T? I read that your sensitivity shoots up like crazy.” The nerve he had to so causally ask you anything, like he wasn’t knuckle deep inside you. “Y-yeah, since it’s bigger now. A lot of nerves and everything.” You nod, licking your once dry lips as you gaze at him, eyes wide and blown as you bite your lip, god, he couldn’t wait to ruin you on him.

“Makes me a lot hornier too.” You add, and his brows raise, piquing his interest. “Oh yeah? Good for you, then.” He smiles, eyes flickering down, to his hand, you’ve soaked his palm, he could lube himself with the slick you’ve coated him with. “You’re so wet,” he revels, his cock twitching against you, grinding himself against you now, no shame in it.

“Fuckin leakin’ all over me n shit huh? Jesus, look at that,” he pulls out of your fingers and comes down between your legs on his knees, he’s so swift you barely register it. You watch him spread his fingers like E.T., seeing your mess string around the digits, and from your peripheral vision you see his cock jump again.

“Gross.” He says, though in the same breath you watch him lather his dick up with it, seeing it reflect in the light off his tip. “You’re gross, you’re spreading it all over yourself like a fag.” “Yeah, I am.” He nods, his mouth agape as he strokes himself faster, eyes leaving yours as he runs them down your body, reopening your legs with ease.

“It’s from your pussy though.” He shrugs, eyes glued to your hole that clenches around nothing. “You did that, you..” you find yourself getting embarrassed, because it set in. Pope Cody, your best friend was just fingering you open, and now he’s stroking his cock looking at you. You can’t fight it, you know it’s far beyond…“practice”.

“I what, huh? Say it. Use your fuckin’ words it’s just us.” He leans in close to you, hand still grabbing at himself as he slots between your legs, and you feel his tip brush against yours as he gets himself off. “You..touched me.” You whimper, eyes bouncing back and forth at the display. His eyes are low on you, and he’s only inches away from your face, when did you lay back on the pillow? Your brain is so foggy.

“I touched you? You talkin’ bout how I stroked your dick and fingered you? Just say it dude, don’t be a baby bout it.” He scoffs, “and you liked it anyway.” He looks down, stopping to grab your hip, making you meet his grinds, a low whimper coming from you. You don’t do anything but watch, your back arching slightly.

“Yours is so much smaller,” he tilts his head as he watched, breath getting more jagged the harder he presses against you. “Sounds like you’re projecting.” You quip, rubbing down his bicep, and you can’t help but squeeze. You’ve never been this..open in front of him, never been so close. He huffs a laugh, brows coming together in amusement.

“Oh yeah? You see the difference too, don’t you?” He grins, and his eyes flicker to your parted lips and the little whiskers you’re growing above them. He cradled your cheek as he runs his thumb over it, stopping his grinding, and you feel his tip drape down your folds. You didn’t know how he kept a cool head, you felt like you were gonna burst under him any second now.

“Ah, you got a little hair on your lips now.” He chirps, biting his lips as he thumbs yours, seeing how you just barely chase it. Needy. “Can I feel it? I’ve never been much of a mustache guy but it might look good on you. Or something.” He shrugs lightly, and when you nod he doesn’t waste anytime, pushing his lips onto yours, ravenging your mouth, slipping his tongue inside with a quickness.

It’s a slow kiss, he feels your teeth push against his, and he’s hovering over you, grinding harder. “You think,” he starts, lips still on yours as he holds your face. “Just because you got a little peach fuzz that you’re hot shit, huh?” The kiss grows passionate, your chin getting wet with the way he eats at you, groaning in the kiss with you.

You feel his tip slip down, pressing against your hole in a way that makes you gasp against him, grabbing at his shoulders when you feel his tip almost slip inside you. “Pope—gasp—Pope you’re-you’re real close,” you say, and he pulls away with a “hm?” as he looks down, lips still chasing yours.

“Oh, yeah.” He says, spreading your leg wider, and you feel more of him enter you; it’s slow, he’s out before he’s barely in, and he feels you clench against nothing as he pushes your leg open further, lips still locking with yours. “I guess it is a little uh..close, yeah. S’that a problem?” His eyes meet yours, and he gives more force with his grind, sending his tip inside you, making you moan in his mouth.

“Pope you’re-” you sigh between kisses, the anticipation feeling like teasing now as he fucks his tip into you. “You’re big, it’s a lot.” “Yeah, not just ‘projecting’ now. But you’re a big boy, right? You can take it. It’s not bothering nobody.” He taunts, thrusting his tip past your opening, getting another gasp out of you, your legs squeezing around his waist.

“Just slips right in, damn.” He says, and he’s doing a pretty good job at pretending it wasn’t affecting him. Truly, inside he was eager, ready to pound you into submission like he’s been waiting to do for years, since you started your transition. He breaths hard through his nose as his abs tighten, eyes flickering to your flustered face, his lips brushing yours as he fucks his cock inside you slowly.

He watches as your lashes flutter, parted lips going dry against him as you moan and wriggle beneath him, feeling like the oxygen inside you was giving out the more he stretches you open. The realization sets in when you hear him groan quietly, feeling yourself shrink into him, your hand coming up to snake through the curls on his neck, your other gripping his bicep.

He’s fucking you, dude. You’re getting fucked by your..straight best friend.

“You’re tight. When’s the last time you’ve been properly stretched open?” He teases, his hand coming up to grip the pillow beside you, face flushing red. “You’re fucking me.” You pant into his mouth, eyes low on his as his are big on yours studying you. There’s shock in your voice, like you finally settled on what he was doing, what he’d been doing this entire time.

“Nothing to do with what I said,” he watches your cunt stretch around him, fighting his eyes that desperately want to roll back at the feeling. “What, you tappin’ out? It gettin’ too much for you, pussy?” He searches your face for any discomfort, but you throw your head back, legs coming up to squeeze his waist, even though he’s stronger than you, pushing it back open.

“Know you can take it, if you can take a punch to the gut you can take this, right?” There’s a shaky, but teasing tone on his tongue, one that makes you clench around him, so he keeps going. “Yeah? You’re a good boy. You can take it, m’almost all the way there. You’ve never had something this..big, before?” He smirks against your skin, you’re fucking loving it.

He groans when he bottoms out, your tight, warm walls hugging him he feels dizzy, already speeding up he thrusts in a way that makes your moans come out louder, more drawn out. It’s so fucking good it makes him shiver. “Fucking taking it. You like it, hm?” He teases, messily kissing you again, and you greet him with the same energy, heart pounding out of your body as your teeth clash together.

“You like it, fucking faggot. Fucking your best friend,” you groan, feeling his toothy grin in the kiss. He’s holding you closer, pushing your legs up farther too, “M’a faggot, yeah? That right?” He thrusts into you harder, and you share a deep groan, nails digging into your back and you’re forced to pull away, you’re both drunk off the feelings inside and of each other, elated, blushy faces meeting one another.

“You’re moanin for it like a faggot, all tight around me n’ shit. You’re squeezing me-I can feel it dude fuck,” he groans, rolling his eyes as he lifts up, grabbing your hips to really give it to you, have you take it like a man should. “So fucking tight, god. You take dick like a bitch,” he clenched his teeth together, fingers digging into your ribcage as you arch your back off the bed.

“Shut up, you love this, you fucking love it,” your moans come up higher at the end of your sentences, fisting handfuls of his sheets, you watch him nod dizzily, lashes fluttering as he watched his cock stretch you out. “So fucking bad. Feels so good, look at that,” he fisted your hair into his hand, forcing your eyes to meet where his were, watching as he pounds into you, mouth agape with deep groans exiting him.

“Yer’ swallowing me. You love that shit don’t you,” his eyes are dark, heavy as he stares down at you, you can’t even answer him you’re so entranced, nodding your head frantically as moans fly off your tongue. He just nods, his lip between his teeth as he pushes you back down, grunting with each deep thrust he sends through you. “Yeah, knew you would. Take that shit.”

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Pope and a transmasc bf, who world out together. Pope's workouts are definitely more tougher, more bulkier than yours, but he'll still help you get through all your reps. "you're supposed to be squatting." he grunts, watching you come up from your rep. "i am??" "no, I dunno what you're doing but its not squatting. you're doing it all bitch-like. go all the way down." he pats your back riygh before watching your form again, scoffing seeing you do the same half assed move. you groan as he pushes down on the weight, the force burning your thighs as you come back up shakily. "all the way down, like that. do it again, y'got two more."

Pope Cody who will literally yell at you to finish your set strong. he doesn't care if he's disturbing others. he said his boyfriend needs to finish his fucking set. "cmon, get your ass up! you got three more, you can fuckin do it! yeah yeah yeah that's what im talking about!" he's going the whole nine yards. clapping loud as hell, screaming at you, squatting to his knees to get all in your face, patting your back all rough. it helps, though. and no one's telling his big ass to shut up anyway.

Pope Cody who barely spots you. he's got his arms crossed over you, watching you bench press. you're gasping and sputtering, but he's stoned face above you. "m'not helping you. you can lift it man, I know you can. if I help you, you're doing ten more, so buck the fuck up. there you go."

Pope Cody who knows things can get hard for you. for example, sometimes you'll get in your head about your masculinity, or about how small you still look. but he's got you. he hears you sigh when you're looking ar yourself in the wall filling mirror. "don't tell me you're tired, man." "no i..I don't have my binder on so im just, yknow. a little in my head." you shrug, pulling at your big shirt. "is the tape peeling? because you're not supposed to work out in your binder, so im not giving it to you. but we can redo your tape." "it's not peeling but its just..I dunno. im looking at my boobs too much." "you look fine, I promise. the tissue will deteriate over time, and soon you'll just have boobs like mine. see? not all that bad." ...thanks, pope. always the sweetest with your words lol.

When its time for Pope's workouts, he's mostly doing shit for his boxing. which means you're definitely sparing together. which means he's mostly throwing you around. sometimes you'll fight, and he'll just push you back onto the matt on the ground like its nothing. he takes his mouth guard out, "dude, you're not even trying. get the fuck up." or he'll put you in a headlock, sometimes whisper dirty things in your ear. with you cheek squished against his bicep, his bulge against your ass, thrusting to push you back to the ground in your struggle. "could fuck you like this. ass in the air, you can. barely even move. you'd like that, hm?" shuuuuut upppp omg were in public

Pope's an attractive guy. a really, attractive guy. hes big, got that scary look on his freckled face. and you know that. so you don't try to let the stairs he gets from other gym goers get to you. but sometimes, people, moreso girls will ask for his help, to re rack their weights or whatever. girls that are pretty, with long hair, slim bodies or whatever else. and its not Pope you're worried about, its their lingering touches, easy looks and kind words. so sometimes, yeah. it gets to you. but pope loves you. he stands tall behind you, flexing his muscles over your head as you do your own poses, trying not to pay attention to the looks he's getting, but you still let out a little sigh. and he catches it, he knows, it's besn happening for a while. "we did good today, baby. you look really swole." he says louder than he usually speaks. "really?" "fuck yeah, look at your arms. love that shit." you're caught off guard when he grabs your cheeks, puckering your lips to give you a long, smacking kiss, his other hand grabbing at your stomach. it lasts longer than it should, so long that you giggle as you push him away, wiping his face as he holds you closer, a smug little smirk on his face. "let's go eat, wanna get home slresdy." he walks with you in hamd like it was nothing, like other girls weren't staring with mouths agape.