Ramble of : Waterboy, Robert, Sonar, and Flambae.
Absolutely no fem readers. Sorry, trans guys need love. Y'all get plenty fanfics.
this is supposed to be a trans male, no bottom surgery done, but growth is there. Top surgery done, but still a mention of "fondling breasts".
Cw: riding, oral, frotting, uh..mirror fucking, size difference, (small) stomach buldging, sonar in his beast bat form, and I think that's it..
Robert holding your thighs open, his mouth sucking on your t-dick, praising you on how big you are in his mouth. He starts off slow. A couple kisses down your stomach as he whispers about how handsome you were. Soft whines escape past your lips, especially as he nears your center. Your hips twitch and he notices. He kisses above your boxer briefs, whispering a small question to take them off. You nod. The moment you're bare for him, his breath hitches. He whispers praises about how perfect you are. How beautiful you look coming undone on him. Oh but when you finish once, he doesn't stop. He kisses your neck, moans slipping out of you as you grip his shoulders. His cock is sliding between you, coating himself in your slick and bumping your cocks together.
Waterboy under you, moaning and whimpering. You're trying to silence him by kissing his lips, making them plump and pink. You're slowly riding him in the janitorial closet, most likely an HR violation, but nothing has been done yet about other issues so..why not, right? He's babbling out praises, looking down at you like you're the one who's on a higher level than him. He looks down further, at his cock disappearing inside you, a soft gasp and hitch of his breath as he looks back up to your face. You're in cloud 9, and he's the cause. His hips buck up, making you cry out. Every praise, everytime you moan his name is just yet another whine yanked from him. Not like it was hard to do it in the first place.
Flambae getting pissed off at your self deprecating words, so he decides to fuck you in front of a mirror. He's mad that you view yourself as any lesser than what you are, a man. He was buried in you, and he would stop moving anytime your eyes closed or you refused to look at yourself. He made you watch as his cock slid in and out of you at a dizzying pace. Your mouth was hung open, his fingers in your mouth as he whispered in your ear about how good you were, about how easily you broke just for him. When his fingers slid out your mouth, covered in your spit, he would jerk you off, watching as the overstimulation made you whimper. He wouldn't stop till you had your own fucked out body in your mind, till you no longer had any self deprecating thoughts. How could you when you didn't even have a thought?
Sonar, I believe, would be begging you to finally show him your body, and it would start off as kissing, his hands slipping your shirt off, seeing your toned breast tissue. His hands fondled them, thumb rolling against your nipples. It wouldn't be until you had straddled his lap with your clothes off that he would turn. It was due to an intense amount of emotion, but you weren't complaining, and honestly? Neither was he. He was so vocal, probably more than you. He moaned out babbles of how perfect you were, how much he's been waiting for this, and how badly he's been wanting you. You didn't pay attention. How can you when his cock is buried deep inside you to cause your stomach to bulge ever so slightly. All you did was lay there and moan, whine and grip at his back fur. When you tugged at it, it made him even more turned on, just making him go faster.
Hi gais, uh thanks a lot for my first post wows. Here's my other..deeply horny ramble, I'm awfully tired so it might be just that..
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