#afab character

despite the fact he could manage to remain calm in the midst of chaos and literal mass destruction, robert, somehow, made you nervous.

he listens intently to every word that you say, maintaining eye contact and giving genuine, thought out responses. when you speak, robert truly listens; he remembers the little details, even the ones you’d forgotten yourself. he doesn’t just nod his head along, humming every now and then to pretend to be part of the conversation as he zones out—you think it’s what he’s doing, when he’s intently scraping the bottom of his pint of rocky road as you rant in the background. you’re never really expecting him to pay it much mind, and you don’t necessarily expect him to anyway, so it surprises you when weeks, sometimes even months after, robert will bring something up. he’ll pack you a lunch (to the best of his ability) when you make an off handed comment about not getting the chance to eat at work. he’ll try to replace anything broken or misplaced in your home, even when it’s something simple or insignificant. and when there’s nothing to divert robert’s attention, where he can just focus on you, not once do his eyes leave yours.

being heard is nice, of course, but sometimes you wish just once, robert wouldn’t look into your eyes with such sincerity because then it would make revealing certain things a little less embarrassing. however you’re glad that robert is so understanding; you’re not sure you could handle facing him again with how many times you stuttered over your words when you’d look back up from your hands in your lap to his deep, brown eyes that studied your face with a practiced intensity. 

robert is more than intrigued to find you’re a virgin. he can’t really talk (not that he was going to anyway), considering before he started dating you he hadn’t gotten any in literal months, but it was probably one of the last things he ever expected to come from your mouth. just like you had expected, robert, though with some surprise, took the news well. he didn’t bring up the topic much afterwards, which you also had expected. you might have even forgotten you’d even had the conversation if you didn’t sometimes find yourself accidentally staring a bit too hard at his backside each and every time he’d pull on a pair of sweatpants in the mornings you spent together. you prayed to god he didn’t feel your eyes boring into him when you’d stare at his ass as he bent down to pour food into beef’s bowl; unfortunately for you, he absolutely could. regardless, he still gave you the space and time you needed to bravely take the first step, when you’d finally bite the bullet and put an end to your pathetic ogling and actually show robert just how much you wanted him—lucky for you, he wanted you just about as much as you wanted him, if not more.

you had bought him dinner, taking him somewhere that wasn’t particularly fancy but still made for a good date, and you even got him a small bouquet of flowers despite knowing full well robert was going to somehow kill them because he could not keep a plant alive to save his life. still, when he got home, he rifled through his cupboards and put them in a coffee mug he had thrifted years ago before letting them sit on his kitchen counter to catch the little sunlight that’d slip through the window. afterwards, he gave you this smile that you swear made his eyes glimmer, and unfortunately it only further worsened your nerves. 

you didn’t want to make it so obvious you were trying to be romantic, but robert wasn’t totally opposed to a few cliche gestures every now and then, even when at dinner you’d almost knocked over your drink trying to reach across the table to hold his hand—he caught it, thankfully, and you smiled exasperatedly, trying to conceal your embarrassment from the stray eyes that landed on your table from the ruckus. his voice was hushed and assuring, and if your heart wasn’t pounding in your ears the whole time, you’d probably be soothed by his words had you even been able to hear them.

you walked him home after dinner, awkwardly standing in his kitchen as if you hadn’t been there a hundred times before. it was only there did you really get a good look at robert; he wore a grey colored shirt you’d never seen before, though you assumed it had to have been new because while all of robert’s other shirts were frayed and sometimes littered with holes, either from years of wear or from beef’s nails getting caught in the fabric; this one looked soft and clean, and even with the fabric crinkling from having been rolled up to his elbows, it almost looked like it had been ironed. to put it simply, he looked good, especially in those pair of jeans that he seemed to fill out just perfectly—you’re pretty sure he had caught you staring, and not only once but twice if that little glint in his eyes meant anything.

beef wasn’t home for a reason you had forgotten in your panic to give robert a nice night, though you suspected he was most likely with chase. robert was the one to lead you the few steps away from his kitchen and to the worn-out couch he bought secondhand that, when you asked about the mysterious stains it bore, robert gave you this look that definitely said, don’t even ask. thankfully the couch was covered with a thin blanket he had begrudgingly bought for himself after you’d scolded him for sleeping without one the first time you visited him. another blanket was draped over one of the couch arms, the one that you had gotten for him. it was thicker and warmer, and was usually the one that robert found himself pulling up to his neck at night. you figured with how chilly robert’s apartment was, it’d be nice to have after the two of you were done. 

he had to be the first to sit down before you worked up the courage to sit beside him. 

his voice was nothing but tender when he spoke, “we don’t have to do this, you know.” but you did want to, and so badly. robert had no idea how much you wanted him. 

you reached for him first. your hand slid across his arm, inching just beneath the sleeve of his shirt. you kissed him, and then pulled away just as quick, only to dive forward to catch his lips once more. he was the one to tilt his head, deepening the kiss and drawing out a pleased hum.

a hand reaches to the back of your neck, guiding your lips to stay on his before you pull away for breath. you lean on each other for a moment, his eyes peering into your half-lidded ones. he asks, “do you want this?” and you respond with a hushed yes before you bring him into a kiss that almost takes his breath away. he sighs in your mouth when you smile; he tasted like the cheesecake you had ordered for dessert.

you always thought robert was pretty, even if he didn’t think so himself. you didn’t know him back when he was properly mecha-man, but you assume he’d lost a bit of muscle, maybe gained a little weight, but you still found him jaw-droppingly gorgeous. he doesn’t think much of it when you touch him through his clothes, feeling the way his body curves and dips. he undoes the first button of his shirt, but you insist on doing the rest, letting the fabric fall from his shoulders until it’s swept off the couch and onto the floor. once it was off, you caught yourself admiring him. you pressed your lips to where some freckles faintly peppered his chest, your hands delicately running across the scars littering his body and tracing the two that laid beneath his nipples. your heart races when you feel him shudder beneath your fingertips, his fingers sitting beside yours before he’s doing the same with you, taking off your shirt and gliding his hands from your hips to your shoulders until he gently pulls you forward to bring you into another kiss. 

he doesn’t expect the way you look down at him once you take off his jeans. you don’t mean to, but your eyes immediately dart down to between his legs, mouth slightly agape as if you were suddenly met with the best meal of your life (which wasn’t far from the truth anyway, though that was something you wanted to save for after you were at least a little experienced with robert’s body).

robert’s long accepted he was far from his prime.. but he had to admit, the way you were looking at him was definitely getting to his head. he let his legs fall open, and with one hanging off the side of the couch in order to actually make some space for the two of you, it gave you the perfect view of his pearling cunt, shrouded by a dark tuft of hair. his hand comes down to spread himself open with his fingers, allowing you to see the pink skin that glistens from how wet he's started to become. his hole flutters when his fingers bump against his clit and you suddenly have the need to taste him on your tongue. your hands twitch like they want to grab at him and toss his legs over your shoulders, but you remain still. looking back on it, you really had to commend yourself for the self-restraint.

you’re too distracted to see the annoyingly smug look on robert’s face as he watches you practically drive yourself crazy intensely following his fingers' every move as they slowly glide across his folds, just before moving up to gently close around his swelling clit, giving himself some relief with just a few, small strokes that has him already biting his lips to keep himself from groaning too loudly.

quickly, you snap out from your trance. your face flushes with embarrassment, and while praying to god that you hadn’t been staring for too long, you hesitantly look back up at robert who looks nothing but amused. he quirks an eyebrow, and for a moment you fear you might have been drooling. instinctively you bring a hand up to wipe at your mouth (thankfully, no drool), and he grins with a fond roll of his eyes. he can’t help himself from pulling you forward again, relishing in the small gasp you make against his mouth. he thinks to stick his fingers between your lips (and he swears he could cum from that thought alone) but he puts the idea aside, opting to save it for later.

through the kiss, robert barely manages to speak. “my jeans—front pocket,” and for a second you pause, unsure of what he means. he still has that smitten look in his eyes with that boyish grin that practically makes him light up when the corner of his lips raise in amusement. “the condom.”

you make an oh expression, quickly leaning down to find it in the rumpled pile of clothes. on your way back over, robert steals a peck on the cheek, and the sudden gesture almost has you dropping the condom on the floor.

after making a fool of yourself trying to open the wrapper, you fumbled with the condom, clumsily sliding it down your length. robert only smiled up at you with those soft, brown eyes, reaching over to patiently help you adjust it. he raised a hand up, your face falling into his palm, and, with flushed cheeks, he assured you that you were doing fine before encouraging you to continue. you were obviously nervous, but robert’s cool composure (and his hand on your dick) helped settle your nerves just enough to let him guide you to his entrance, his breath hitching when you gently grab his legs to hold them open enough for you to settle comfortably between them.

it’s been a while is one of the first few things robert thinks. the sight of your hard cock right at his entrance is incredibly intimidating, but he takes a deep breath and ushers you to slip it in before he lays comfortably against the cushions. you stretch him out unbelievably well and he softly curses in surprise. he’s more than grateful to be on his back because in any other position, robert’s not too sure he’d be able to hold himself up.

when you gently grab his waist, the touch is electrifying; he hears you take a sharp inhale as you watch the way the head of your cock disappears into his pussy and he fights the urge to rake his hands down your back at the feeling of your cock spreading him open. you slip out of him by accident, but you quickly re-adjust yourself, popping the head of your cock back into him. your hips start rocking before he’s fully adjusted to your size, knocking the wind out of him. you can’t stop yourself, hooked on the way his pussy stretches around your cock, his walls pulsing with need. and to his disbelief, you’re not even all the way in yet, and still robert can feel his head starting to spin. he’s nowhere near finished, but your head’s falling to the crook of his neck and you’re groaning against his skin as you feel your orgasm already creeping near. he encourages you with a hoarse voice, guiding you with his hands on your waist to continue fucking into him. your hips stutter, and after bottoming out inside robert (which caused his pussy to squeeze down on your cock, further teetering you over the edge), you cum with a whisper of his name against the skin of his neck. when you shoot up, cheeks warm with a sheepish expression on your face, he tilts his head to lead your lips back on his before you can apologize. 

you’re not sure how long it’s been when he pulls away. his hair is messy, ruined from being pressed against the couch, and his lips look to be a little swollen, irritated from being bitten as robert mindlessly chews on them. you see his mouth open to speak before it quickly shuts, his eyes flickering down with that similar look of intrigue he had when you’d first started. when you follow his gaze, you have the same realization; you were hard again, or at least certainly not soft. with a raised eyebrow robert huffs, tilting his head to get a better view.

“i’ll admit, i’m a little impressed.”

you’re not entirely sure if you should be mortified or just grateful, but robert doesn’t leave you any room to think on it before he’s raising your chin to have you properly look into his eyes, laying patiently when you have to look away before you let your eyes meet once more. with a tinge of breathlessness in his voice, he asks you if you want to continue. his thumb right below your lip is distracting, but you manage a response, weakly replying with, admittedly, pathetic enthusiasm.

this time, you slide the condom on with ease. in your hand, your dick throbs with sensitivity, but as you push the head past robert’s folds, you feel yourself becoming impatient. he sighs when you bottom out, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. again, his walls pulse around you, squeezing when you pull away and fluttering when you push back in. his hips move to meet yours, but your pace is a little more urgent now. at the angle you’re fucking him, you’re unintentionally hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. he moans, his head thrown back. even when you readjust your position and you’re no longer pressing that spot inside of him that has his eyes watering, he nods in encouragement, flicking his hips up to meet yours. his back arches because you haven’t slowed your pace down, and when you remember to touch him, your thumb at his clit has him seeing stars. he manages to loosely hike a leg onto your waist, and with his hand leading your hips to fuck into him, he feels the head of your cock thrust right against that spot again. his head falls back as he groans with relief, his cunt fluttering vigorously around your cock. with his neck bared, you let your lips land just past his throat, sucking bruises onto his pale skin and chasing them down with soft kisses.

“good, good.. you’re doing—” he chokes when you quickly flick at his clit, making his pussy squeeze down on your cock in encouragement. robert can barely find the space to breathe between your quick thrusts. “you’re doing so good,”

your hips sloppily snap against his and robert’s mouth falls open, a moan barely escaping him when you deeply thrust into him. without thinking, praise falls from his lips, but he can only get a few words out as he rocks his hips, helping himself to your cock as you quickly rut into him before you’re both suddenly going still. you pull him forward by the waist and raise your head, watching as a broken moan rips from robert’s throat as he cums around your cock, earning a stifled groan from you. you follow closely, muttering his name as you grind your cock into him just enough to push yourself over the edge again. you barely catch robert saying your own name under his breath before he’s gone slack with his legs falling open and his hands dropping beside him. through fluttering eyes, he watches as you lean down to peck at his face, kissing right over his freckles before leading down to his open lips. even as he’s still catching his breath, he lets you kiss him until he’s gasping for air. 

when you move to pull out, robert softly hushes you, and instead pulls you into a gentle embrace before leading you down to let you lay atop of him where the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. he has a hand petting your head, like he’s trying to soothe you.

taking in the sound of each other’s breathing, robert huffs to himself before he clears his throat, inclined to fill the silence. “not so bad for your first time,” and his words are genuine, as genuine as the flush on his cheeks and as genuine as the hint of a smile at the corner of his chapped lips. when you remember to grab the thick, fluffy blanket from the end of the couch, you throw it over the both of you, granting you some warmth in the freezing cold apartment. 

the next morning, robert wakes before you do. he’s already dressed for work, but he sits on the arm of the couch, looking down at you as he gently thumbs at your temple. stirred awake, you squint up at him with tired eyes, making him smile. his voice is soft, barely a disturbance even among the stark silence of his empty living room. “hey,”

you respond just as quietly, leaning into the warmth of his palm. his hair, still somewhat dripping with water from his brisk shower, looks to have been brushed through with his hand, but you can tell he still looks like a complete mess. the collar of his sdn shirt is buttoned ridiculously high, and in, what you can only assume was a desperate attempt to hide the bruises on his neck, you can see that one of the last buttons is misaligned, showing off just a little bit of his skin that already has you feeling hot under the thick, fluffy blanket. you raise a hand to rest on his knee and, testing the waters, you trail it higher to squeeze at his thigh. you blink away the last bit of sleep, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. you already know the answer, but you ask anyway. “i don’t suppose you have some time to spare before you go to work?” you’re anything but subtle, and it makes him laugh. 

he shakes his head like he’s questioning why he bothers entertaining you and slides off the couch, leaning down to place a gentle, warm kiss on your forehead. “try not to make a mess of my apartment while i'm gone,”

Currently the only non-negotiables I have are as follows:

Underage (17 and younger)

Real life actors

Scat

Vore

Race-play

DDLG / Little and Big

TBA. . .

Things to expect:

Breeding/Pregnancy/Lactation (Vaginal births basically, maybe a rare anal. But no breast preg, no bellybutton, etc.)

Pet-play

Monsters

Top!Reader (Any variety)

FxF, MxM, NB, Trans, and any other combination I fancy

Incest (Mainly Step-Family. Although if the subject is interesting enough I may do the occasional full-cest. No grandparents or older, and certainly no one younger than eighteen.)

CNC / Non-Con

TBA. . .

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What’s the point of even volunteering to help you here if you didn’t even notice he was near. Keeping a quiet distance from you as you helped the other customers around you. Not so much as a single glance to signal him that you knew he was there. Were you ignoring him on purpose? All to give your attention to those who were weren’t worthy of it to the sick perverts that drooled over you that it upset him enough to want to do something about. But he knows he can't, you'd be too upset with him after that..that's something he'd rather avoid completely. He'd rather die than have you avoid him for being troublesome..again, it was him who volunteered to help you. You'd never allow him to be near you again!

As you finished up with a customer he's quick to move and follow behind you. His fingers fidgeting against the ribbon tied to the bunny ears he's currently wearing. Before he could turn around to call you, you picked up at the soft footsteps following. Tensing up slightly before giving a hesitant turn and looking down on him. "Oh! Finished up that quick? I guess you’re much faster than me.." You’re talking to him..but you’re not looking at him. The celling must be a lot more interesting than him. Eyes up and side to side, anywhere but his eyes..were you upset? But he hadn’t done anything. That you’ve found out about anyways.

Suddenly he found his cheeks feeling extremely warm when noticing the quick glance at his legs. When he presses them up against each other to watch your reaction, that makes his heart want to rip off his chest and bury in yours. It takes one of your awkward laughs to snap him out of his dazed faze. "I should go.." Pressing up against you he raises a brow, his hands pressed on your chest firmly. "Were you not going to take a break? I was about to take mine too..we should do it together..." Luka grins from how your face blows up red, gaze darting around everywhere. Nuzzling his face into your chest while he pushes you into the staff room. Although you slightly trip on the way in he makes sure to guide you and press you into the lockers.

"You haven’t kissed me all day...You haven’t texted me or called. Not even looked my way." Pulling on the strings of his nicely tied ribbon he pouted from you covering your face. Running his knee on your inner leg, titling his head to try and view the part of your face you’re not able to cover. "A-are you crazy?! if the others find out we’re doing this I'm dead!!" You panic, heart thumping loud and not being able to part view from the door. Luka doesn’t seem to care much though..wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing desperate kisses all over your face. Tongue sticking out to run down smoothly against your jaw. Humming out small whines at your refusal to even engage with him.

"I can feel you pressing on my stomach.." Luka huffs in frustration, spreading out his shorts from the front exposing the panties he wore. Eyes locking up with yours (finally) before he whimpers at the cold air hitting his already soaked panties. You feel your head dizzy from all thought, though your mind wants to stay reasonable your hand is already lowering down from his back to his bottom cupping your hand firmly against it. His body already used to you melts, letting out a sweet moan as you kiss him for the first time today. Dipping your hands into his shorts bending him backwards while deepening the kiss. Fingers spreading him apart, moving the wet patch enough to get access to his twitching cunt.

Pumping your fingers as slowly as you could make sure he didn’t get too loud or made any noise at all. His wetness leaked all over his cute underwear. Dripping down your fingers only to be shoved into him once again. The burning sensation in his stomach, letting out a shaky sigh and starting to pathetically hump at your twitching length.

"Ugh! are you serious?! who locked the door?!" Luka clenched on your fingers at the sound of the knocking. Eyes hazing even more when he felt you fingers twitch in deeper. With a wet snap you pulled from the kiss jolting up and staring down at luka with panic. Curving his back even more to stop your fingers from leaving him he gasped against you. "D-don't pull out...they'll leave soon!.." Gripping around your neck tighter luka licks at the edge of your lips, desperate for you to continue the kiss that was ripped too soon from him

"Someone get the keys..I need to get something." You almost sobbed when hearing the other person at the other end.

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Regret overtakes you completely now, had you listened to your head instead of your dick you'd be without a worry. Instead you have Luka pressed inside of your locker, his back arched and hips pushing down on your cock to entice you to move despite the situation you were in. Keeping his mouth shut with a firm hand, though even then he was letting muffled whines and whimpers. Luka's hands grip at your collar tugging you firmly to get your lips to meet. His breath hitched when you finally brush your own on his. "K-kiss me..Kiss me!" Whispering feverishly, clenching around your cock with a nice enough squeeze to milk your tip of whatever you currently had leaking out of it.

Smearing his insides with your precum..leaving a trail. What was yours marked.

All of his body shivers in pleasure..the burning sensation across his skin only getting worse whenever your tip barely ran over his sweet spot. Even though you were exaggeratedly big enough to stretch him nicely you weren’t moving…eyes glancing into the small vents the locker had. Tongue entangling with yours, drool spilling from his lips as he hisses in annoyance. Running his palm down your arms gripping against them before rolling his hips down against your tip only to let a loud enough moan leave him. He loves you so much..he loves all of you…he loves you. He loves only you. Just the feeling of how much love he has makes him crazy…the feeling of you inside of him. Where you belong. He was made just for you, just as you were made for him.

His hips buck up and down on your length in repeat. The wet rips of skin when his cunt unsticks to your cock for a moment. Only to clumsily slam back down..his belly tucking in and out roughly at the rapid grinds of his cunt. Little breaths along with the occasional high pitched whimper not being able to be kept in. You’re not even all the way in and he still sees the small poke of your tip firmly in his stomach. Spreading apart his cunt he makes sure what’s not in him is rubbing against his throbbing clit..pushing the small nub on by pressing down on the fat of his pussy. “You’re s-so big!<3.” Luka mewls in delight.. “if it were anyone else you wouldn’t be able to do it…you can only with me.”

You would’ve found it sweet if it didn’t sound threatening in way. It went over your head completely, only praying both of you wouldn’t get caught because of his whispers.

He feels you clutching at his shirt to stop him from moving..though that seems to only want to make him move even more. “You only look at me…you like this body the most right…?” The wanting look you shoot at him is enough to confirm what he’s asking. His perfect slender body..that he makes sure is always ready for you when you take him. Or when he wants you to take him.

He’s molded you to only love him, to only react to him. No one else but him. Did his wholehearted devotion to you not matter? An ugly hatred fills him towards whatever is keeping you from him and right now it was to whoever you kept looking at in a panic. Unbuttoning his dress shirt he lowered it down enough to where his stomach and chest were visible..breathing out heavily before tugging you down to whisper against your ear. “If you don’t move right now I’ll open the l-locker..” Luka stared up at you with no shame. Hand on the inside lock as he clings around your neck. You felt your heart drop to your feet…sweating out in a cold sweat making you grip him tighter. Of course he would do something like this. It’s not like he cared much to get caught but you? You’d die if that happened.

With a small sniffle you carried him, his legs loosely draped over your arms as he gasped into the kiss you roughly push on him..nails running down your back in glee. His eyes watered at your size..the bump now poking out from his soft tummy. His feet curled happily at how brutally your tip was hitting against him. Your thrusts deep and rough though slow but right now he didn’t seem to care. Gasping and pulling to catch his breath a bit, nibbling on your lips to the point of leaving them bruised and marked. Noticeable teeth marks that you’d later have to explain in shame. Sliding in and out so deliciously he doesn’t even realize as his voice starts to rise. The smacks of his wet cunt on your cock it makes you lean onto his neck for balance.

The cute bunny ears bounce at every movement you make. “Huh..did someone drop this?” Luka almost cried out loud in irritation at your sudden panic. It caused you to quit moving and stay still..eyes shaking in fear since they seemed to be right in front of your locker. Picking up the ribbon Luka had taken off earlier. They started to look around confused…if you didn’t get caught because of Luka wiggling his hips on you, you’d be caught because of how loud your heart was beating. “Just leave it hurry up!! It’s getting busy and we can’t find (Y/N) or Luka..” Your heart leaped out. Biting on your tongue to keep yourself from crying. How embarrassing..while everyone was working hard here you were getting it on. All because you didn’t send a text in the morning..or because you didn’t kiss him.

Finally with the slam of the door you sighed in relief..not that there was any relief to be found anyways. Though you want to be mad and scold Luka all that he deserves, your mad expression doesn’t last long once you look down to see him. “You’re mad right?….but y-you ignored me all day..I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” He sniffles..eyes watering to the brim, lips trembling pathetically.

Sure he had to play the crying card for you. Had you known he wasn’t actually sorry and that he’d been grinning ear to ear if he wasn’t being taken by you, you probably wouldn’t have continued. Luka will apologize to you later for embarrassing you…not for doing it in a locker.

“You’re twitching inside of me..just take me! please say you want me too..that you love me..” He moans..and how could you say no to such a pathetic pretty face. “U-use me! Use me! I’m yours! Mhnhgg!!” His brows raise, eyes flickering at the rough pounding you’re now giving him. Hearts seem to form as he’s being bred just how he loves it.

No stupid rubber in between to stop the two of you from being connected so closely. It seems all that whining and nagging you about it finally worked out for him in the end. Things like that didn’t exist between lovers<3 The dirty wet skin to skin noise flushing your ears warm..moving your hips in need of making him feel good. Of making him feel all of you as an apology for being so mean to him. But it wasn’t your fault. You would’ve been unable to do your work if you were constantly around him dressed like that..maybe you have a thing for his legs. So skinny and easy to pull apart…even now they flopped on your arms from your mean thrusts.

With a clenched jaw his eyes go wide when you happen to abuse a certain spot just right. Your tip rubbing circles around it so nicely…enjoying the grasping of his now gapping cunt around your drenched cock. Losing all strength in his poor thighs. How they twitch and shake yet have no power to push towards you anymore. Slurping himself a kiss of your lips. You’re becoming pussy drunk from just how good he feels around you. Just like that he starts to grow embarrassed..how aggressively he’s gripping around you. Almost as if it’s trying to keep it from the chance of you ever pulling out. His sticky walls tracing and molding every vein or imperfection it spots.

"I love you! I-I love you so much (Y/N)!! Nngh! do you l-love me too?" He cries. Lips littering all over your face, thighs trembling violently from how rough you’re slamming against him. The locker rattles from the pace and all in his mind now is for you to express your love for him. I mean you have to love him too right? He gave you his first kiss, his first time. All his firsts belong to you as well as all his lasts. The world has a better chance of ending before luka lets you leave him. If you didn’t want him so obsessed with you, you should’ve never glanced at him. You should’ve never smiled and spoke so sweetly to him. You shouldn’t have allowed his possessive behavior towards you..should’ve never let him taste your lips for the first time. Because after that he became entirely yours.

“I-it’s hot!! I don’t think I can any-!!” In hearing your cute complains he had to do something quick…now wouldn’t be a good time to stop, you haven’t filled him to the brim yet.

Your lovely boyfriend has a solution for everything. His dress shirt now wrinkled rests up against his shoulders. You buried as deeply as you could. Mouth latched onto his own. Your bigger hands grope at his chest..squeezing and tugging his poor nipples which by now are flushed red. Loose from your hard tugs..and his poor bottom slapped crimson from how long you’ve been fucking him. His face pushed into one of the benches, Sob after sob ripped from him. Because he can’t hold himself up properly his thighs separate..twitching and bucking at the loss of strength overtime. With each slam of your hips they buckle forward..tongue rolling out stupidly making his breath raspy from the constant sucks of air.

This is where he was so happily to belong..spread out for you and taking everything you had to offer. His greed knew no bounds, its all for him. Only him. The sloppy kisses of your cock against his womb. Your hands which wrapped around perfectly on his skinny waist. Leaving bruising fingerprints behind when you squeezed too hard from how good it felt to be inside of him. Body aching so nicely from turning the best he could too leech onto your lips. Despite his size it filled him with pride he could take you<3

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(sub) javier x (dom) reader x (dom) charles 

javier’s not used to being under someone else’s mercy. charles’ hands make him feel so small when they run down his body, smoothing over his muscles and scars and past the hem of his pants. you cup his chest from behind him, catching his nipples between your fingers and gently pulling. he can feel you laugh when his body arches into the touch, his mouth gaping ever so slightly to let out a faint moan. charles’ fingers are slick with his arousal but they still make him ache when they stretch him out. even when he’d slide them across his folds to catch more of his wetness, it wasn’t enough to stop him from feeling so overwhelmingly full when charles continued to glide his fingers in and out of him, thick and careful, they curl and scissor, opening him up and making him feel breathless just from the girth alone. even with his head feeling fuzzy, javier can just barely choke out a frisky taunt when charles slips his fingers out, making javier somehow feel even emptier than he was before you’d started. the sound of you undoing your belt distracts javier for a moment, allowing charles the chance to quickly undress him, leaving only his button-up that now slides down one of his shoulders from the haste.

javier feels hot despite it, yet he shudders when he can feel your cock, hard and heavy, slap against him. you don’t enter him, and instead you stroke yourself, groaning softly in his ear. javier bites his lip at the sound. his breath hitches when you tap his pussy with the head of your cock, teasing his painfully empty hole with gentle prods and letting his juices drip and coat your cock in a slick mess. charles kisses his throat, and beneath his lips he can feel the vibration of javier’s moan when your cock slips into him, sliding all the way to the hilt in one effortless plunge. you pull javier flush against you, and you can feel him shiver when charles moves closer to keep him held between the two of you. his large hands squeeze at javier’s thighs, urging him to spread his legs a bit wider. javier sighs, biting his lips to hush the moans that threatens to escape him when you slowly pull out of him before plunging back in, jolting him into charles’ chest with the rough fucking before slowing down to grind your cock into him. charles plays with javier’s nipples, rolling them between his fingers and leaning down to kiss them. javier can feel his body going weak already, but he can barely breathe when you roll your hips, your length sheathed inside him making him dizzy as he tries not to collapse.

charles keeps a firm grip on his hips while your arms snake around his thin waist. javier breathes out a faint plea when you thrust into him and his legs part wider in instinct to feel even more of you as you take him. for a minute or two you and charles push and pull javier on to your cock, taking him deep and steady before charles starts circling his clit, his thick fingers dipping down to tease at his entrance before charles palms him, rolling his clit against his hand. javier wraps his arms around charles’ neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. javier’s moans are muffled against his lips when charles cups his ass, squeezing javier’s thighs and hips in his large hands. even with his hold on charles, javier can barely keep himself steady, his legs far too shaky to keep him properly standing as you pound him. javier moans, and when charles swoops down to lift javier’s leg up onto his hip, making your cock glide against his walls with even more ease before burying yourself deep and finishing inside of him. he stifles a moan as he cums around you, his pussy squeezing you dry and his clit buzzing with pleasure long after charles has stopped palming it.

(dom) charles x (dom) reader x (sub) micah

with the help of charles, it’s always easy to make micah feel a little helpless. it starts with very drawn out foreplay, charles’ tongue driven deep in his cunt while micah chokes on your cock—he loves this part typically, but this time it goes on for so long his legs are shaking and he can still feel the vivid burn of your cock down his throat. he’s so wet that once you sink into him you bottom out without struggle, gliding into him with zero fuss aside from the muffled curse he lets out when you take him to the hilt too quickly. with micah pressed flat on his back, head angled to bare his neck, he almost chokes on charles’ fingers as they slide into his mouth and across his tongue. micah’s throat burns again, but by the time his eyes begin to water charles has pulled his fingers out. coated in spit, charles pushes them into his cunt, fingering himself open just before micah’s eyes. you lean forward, urging charles into a kiss, all of the attention now away from micah and only on each other, with just the sound of charles’ slickened pussy squelching against thick fingers to keep him grounded.

you’re not even moving inside of him, just twitching against his walls and kissing charles up like you’re not balls deep in him. he can’t speak or even snap, he can barely swallow without feeling the blatant soreness in his throat. and even worse, he can’t think about charles fingering himself without feeling the distant memory, still blazing in his mind, of both your cock and charles’ fingers nestled tightly in his cunt. and it certainly doesn’t help that he can’t even move a single muscle without feeling the girth of you inside of him, heavy and pulsing against his walls, where every little vein in your cock feels like it’s hitting just the right spot. he almost chokes out a cry when you suddenly bend his legs to his chest. you pull your cock out until the head is bulging against his entrance before gliding it back in to the hilt. he can practically taste you with how deep you are, and when you start fucking him, fast and without remorse, he’s lightheaded. you cum, finishing inside him with a shallow thrust. you fuck him through your orgasm until it stings, and you pull out, gazing down at his hole that gapes and weeps. dripping and swollen, his pussy throbs with need, but he doesn’t even have a chance to do anything about it when he’s suddenly face to face with charles’ glistening pussy.

he eagerly grabs at his thighs, and micah devours it without hesitation. even with his aching jaw, charles gives no mercy as he rides his face, only allowing his hips to still when micah’s tongue finds its way inside him, drinking him up. you slip back into micah’s slick cunt, sensitive and puffy with desperation, your cock only half-hard still has him shaking. you spit on his pussy and give his clit a good stroke with your thumb. he practically whimpers in charles’ cunt and it makes the man groan, hips stuttering atop his face causes micah to shudder. his tongue continues to blindly snake between charles’ folds, sliding past his entrance and to his clit before diving back into his hole. once you start pounding him again, your pace a little slower now but still fucking him with deep thrusts, his legs barely have the strength to keep themselves open. charles finishes on his tongue with a sharp flick of his hips and a low groan. as charles rides out his orgasm, you circle micah’s clit in rhythm with your thrusts. his moan is muffled by charles’ cunt, but you can still feel the way his pussy ripples around your cock, and when charles settles himself down beside micah, watching you continue to fuck him to reach your peak next, you kiss away his tears and bury yourself as deep as you can, filling him a second time as charles places fleeting kisses on his blossoming chest and neck.

(dom) micah x (sub) reader x (dom) javier

they’re both very good at giving a show. they’ll slowly undress, always aware of where your gaze is as they strip away one article of clothing at a time. javier is more methodical, saving the best bits for last while micah doesn’t pay much mind to the smaller details so long as he’s got your attention. despite their typical back-and-forths, they’re oddly good at working together, sharing your cock as they both take turns nursing the head between their lips and stroking quick, long strides. javier kicks up the act a bit, talking about how big and hard your cock is, and how good it fills him up just right. micah has to do the same if he wants to win, though he’s more vulgar, less poetic. they both know how to get to your ego, what strings to pull to get you wrapped around their fingers. javier will graze a hand up your chest, admiring your build, how strong you are and how easily you could just take him. micah will grip your cock, making sure your attention is completely on him as he squeezes and thumbs away your pre-cum. then they’ll take turns on your cock, with javier going first because micah insisted.

he’s slow, gliding his cunt up and down until the tip of your cock is barely inside him before taking you fully, rolling his hips to take you even deeper. he’ll tighten around you, ghosting his lips across yours just to feel the hitch of your breath. his voice doesn’t even waver when he speaks low in your ear, it almost sounds like he’s relaying a romantic script with how calculated his words are. his lips brushing against your skin open with a melodic moan; it’s genuine, but controlled, and you can hear the tinge of a breathy whine at the end of it, beckoning you in. you hear it only because he wanted you to, knowing the sound has you gripping his hips tighter, sometimes paired with a teasing nip to his neck. there’s only a very slight slip in control when your hips stutter—you knock him out of rhythm, tempting him to ride you until completion in sloppy, but satisfying humps. and then micah gives a knowing laugh in the background and javier quickly recollects himself before you can even finish. neither of you have cum when micah takes his place. he’s a lot less graceful, only going so slow as to not scream before deciding to just drop on your cock with a sultry chuckle at your surprised jolt. you don’t find micah’s nonchalance amusing—javier’s teasing has made you hungry, less patient. the burn of the stretch has him biting his lip, but not even the pain can wipe away the smug smirk on his face when he has you right where he wants you.

though when micah speaks, there’s a slight fall at the end of his sentences. he grips your shoulders with ferocity in an attempt to hide the quiver. his voice is about as confident as javier’s, only louder; he can’t speak any quieter because he knows he’ll accidentally let out a shaky moan if he does. regardless, he certainly doesn’t appear as suave as javier; his hips don’t roll as effortlessly, and his bounces are off rhythm. it’s still pleasurable, but definitely not as practiced. nevertheless, he claims to relinquish control, raising his hands in surrender and allowing you to use him how you want. and out of desperation you do, you fuck him, holding his hips in place and using his pussy until you cum—and you cum fast, worked up from javier’s prior teasing and overwhelmed by the touch and warmth of two hot, tight cunts. you’re panting, sweating and slumped; you’re a wreck, but micah hasn’t finished yet, and in fact, he’s not even close. he coos at you with a mocking tone, his voice dripping with an ambrosial spite. a bored huff, and javier tells him to get a move on when his hips don’t budge, so with a gruff “you heard the man,” micah rides you hard, making sure the sound of your balls slapping against his ass is heard loud and clear over the sound of your voices breaking with moans and cries. 

(sub) john x (dom) reader x (dom) javier

thankfully, john’s groaning and whining can’t be heard over the sound of rushing water. even so, javier hushes him anyway with a curt click of his tongue, but the command falls on deaf ears. in your tent for the night, javier resides behind john, with hands running down his body and fingers dancing over his clit. it swells and pulses beneath his touch, bulging with frustration, and javier can hear the huffs john lets out each time he moves his fingers away from his clit to instead spread him open, exposing him to the cool chill of the air. john, naked and stubborn, lays over javier, who remains fully dressed. john’s legs are spread open, hips raised in desperation to take more of your fingers that bend and curl inside him. at the moment he can only take two, because three will make him cum too fast and one just isn’t enough. still, never satisfied, he groans out for more. javier taps at john’s clit with two fingers, transitioning into slow, circular motions before they divide, trapping his clit between them, rolling and tapping it until john is bucking up and javier has to move away, trailing wet fingers up to instead pinch at his nipples.

john lets out a scratchy moan at the feeling, resulting in a nip at his neck—you leave a kiss in its wake. you start gently thrusting your fingers in and out of him, whispering sweetly at the way his tight cunt grips them. when john’s legs try to close, dazed from the pleasure, javier readjusts them, making sure they’re held open to perfectly showcase his swollen cunt. he palms at john’s clit again, just gently pressing against it with a swipe of a thumb. he trails down, and you relinquish a finger from within him to make space for javier’s to slip in beside yours. john squirms when you slide your finger back in, but he doesn’t whine, so with a few pumps, you and javier effortlessly stretch him open in tandem. john is so wet that it takes no time at all to get him adjusted, and by the time you’ve worked him open enough to start pistoning your fingers into him, he’s already got tears pricking the corners of his eyes. john practically jumps in javier’s arms, his back arching with a clumsy lift of his hips in an attempt to drive your fingers deeper as you pump them into his cunt. his hand reaches back to grip at javier’s hair, a pathetic moan escaping him as his hips buck to meet your knuckles. john tries pleading, his voice raspy and lost.

his pussy squelches against your fingers, beading with more and more arousal when javier teases his entrance with another one, running it across his folds to slicken them up and circling it at his entrance, threatening to slide in beside the ones already fucking him. javier whispers something low in his ear as he hastily thumbs john’s clit in pace with your shared fingers thrusting and curling into him. too weak to fight it, john finishes with a heavy shudder before laying limp in javier’s arms with a satisfied groan. your fingers slide out from his tight heat with hesitation, accidentally teasing his sensitive entrance. javier removes his last, just to make a show of it, though john is too fucked out to entertain it. john’s head is lolled to the side as he catches his breath, hair, somehow messy now, falls into his eyes and sticks to his skin. with a kiss to his temple, javier sits the both of them up and guides john’s head forward, allowing you to slip the slickened appendages between his lips, and with a stubborn grunt, he sucks and swirls his tongue around them to taste himself. 

(dom) arthur x (dom/sub) reader x (sub) kieran

arthur looks almost shy when he fishes your cock out from your pants. you’re already hard, but his calloused hand continues to stroke you before bringing it forward and letting it go, watching as it bobs back in place. beside him, kieran’s face is bright red; he’s not sure if he wants to cover his face or turn away, but his eyes can’t seem to leave the sight of your twitching dick standing tall between the three of you. arthur hums and gives kieran’s cheek a light slap, just to snap him out of his trance. “go on then, boy.” his voice is rough but soft, and his eyes, gentle and warm, make both you and kieran relax in your seats. arthur holds the base of your cock to hold it at a more welcoming angle, and the both of you patiently wait as kieran slowly leans his head down with interest. his warm breath hitting your cock makes you shift in place, and the reaction gives kieran the determination to carefully wrap his lips around the head of it. arthur’s hand moves to give you a light stroke, making you buck into kieran’s mouth and startling him. arthur gives him a word of encouragement (as well as a click of his tongue in your direction), and kieran dives back in, this time with a little more confidence.

he suckles and, a little awkwardly, licks and prods at the head with his tongue. with a shy gesture, he swabs at the growing beads of pre-cum with his thumb, allowing it to drip down the base of your cock in a languid dribble. his lips are on you again, and this time he lets you slide down his throat, taking almost half of your cock before he pulls off with a choke, his rosy cheeks now slightly puffing with frustration. arthur’s hand delicately snakes into his hair, and with a kiss to his cheek he guides kieran’s head back onto your cock, slowly pushing him down to take you inch by inch. kieran’s head stills as arthur faintly cards his hand through his hair as a form of comfort, speaking softly to encourage him further. kieran lifts his head and urges it back down, and with a murmured reminder from arthur, kieran does it again, lifting his head to the very tip of your cock before swallowing you down again. he moans around you, and you can’t help but flick your hips up, making him whine.

his voice resonating around your dick makes you shiver and twitch inside his mouth, causing kieran to moan again. his throat aches with the weight of your length and his jaw is already starting to get tired, but arthur’s hand steadily gliding him up and down your cock makes him swallow you deeper until he chokes, only lifting his head up from you to breathe before continuing his descent in hungry gulps. you groan, winding your own hand in kieran’s hair. you and arthur gently push kieran’s head down to take you, and when he rises, and all on his own takes you to the very hilt without fail, you cum with a tremble, your shaky voice the only thing to serve as warning. kieran pops you out of his mouth just in time to feel your cum spatter across his face in warm, sticky strings. arthur has returned to stroking you, making sure to wring out every last drop. your cock is wet with spit, almost appearing glossy from the pearls of cum that ooze down from the head. and when you look up, half of kieran’s face is dripping in a similar manner, with thick and hot, white globs that web across his flushed cheek and slowly run down his chin. and his lips, red and shiny with saliva, open to let out the faintest gasp when arthur leans over to lick a stripe across the cum-glazed cheek with a wolfish grin.

(sub) micah x (dom) reader x (dom) kieran

micah’s knees shake as they struggle to hold himself up. your cock pounds him with no remorse while kieran lays down with his legs spread open to show his pussy swollen and gleaming wet with neediness. your pounding falters for just a moment, but micah can’t get a word in before you push him down between kieran’s legs, and instinctively his tongue darts out, maneuvering between his slick folds to dive into his fluttering hole—he hasn’t even been close to cumming yet and he’s still soaking. kieran tastes sweet on his tongue, and the realization makes micah groan into kieran’s pussy. kieran lets out a pleased moan as his legs wrap around micah’s head, hips already bucking in response to the sensation. kieran can’t help but grab at himself, gripping his thighs and chest and hair, anything to keep him from crying out in pathetic moans. micah’s tongue is hot against his folds, prodding at his entrance with impatience. he licks along the slit of his pussy and suckles, making kieran whine his name in desperation. micah pushes his hips back at the sound, gasping into kieran’s cunt with every hard thrust you send into his tight pussy. micah’s tongue spears into kieran’s entrance and you swear the man almost starts crying. micah can’t pull his head away from kieran’s wet heat when his thighs keep him in place, so the groan of pleasure micah gives out when you suddenly thrust into him, hard and deep, practically makes kieran wail out a whiney, teary-eyed moan.

kieran can’t help but grip micah’s hair as he rolls his hips into his mouth, his tongue running flat strokes between his folds has kieran’s legs falling from around micah’s head and shakily held open, only twitching to close again when his mouth opens to suck on the running juices that bead and coat his swelling cunt. kieran convulses with a yelp when micah suddenly nips at his clit and he cums, whining out your names in a weak voice before laying limp, whimpering at his rippling cunt that weeps and flutters in search of a cock or tongue to grip. when he pulls off his clit, micah’s lips and chin are shiny with kieran’s arousal. he’s beginning to get breathless when you pull micah up, sitting him on your cock. you turn his head to kiss him, sharing kieran’s taste on your tongue before you’re bouncing micah on your lap, letting his choked moans be swallowed by the kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist and fuck up into him, going as fast and deep as you can before you finish inside micah, whose orgasm swirls in after yours, following with a quiver in his legs and a broken moan caught in his throat. he groans as he feels you still twitching inside him, still holding him in place with your cock nestled deep.

when you finally pull out, lifting him off your cock, he breathes a sigh of relief at the warmth between his legs as your cum begins to leisurely flow out of him. he flushes when suddenly, you begin leaning back, keeping micah in your hold. in this position, he can feel just how full he is. how, as his legs naturally part at the sight of kieran getting to his knees, he can feel your seed gushing out from his pulsing hole alongside the feeling of his own arousal beginning to build again. he tries to shut his legs, but you hold them open in invitation for kieran, whose eyes burn with uncharacteristic hunger. he dives forward without hesitation, devouring micah’s throbbing pussy in confident gulps. micah has to bite back a groan, eyes rolling back in frustrated pleasure as kieran tongues him open, quickly licking and sucking up all that his poor pussy can weakly gush out. you can feel micah’s legs shaking as you hold his thighs apart, and you can see his stomach caving with each suckle and slurp from kieran’s mouth. by the time kieran is finished lapping up your and micah’s cum, micah looks like he’s about ready to pass out, but he’s quickly awakened when kieran sucks on his clit, stumbling micah into another orgasm.

(dom/sub) arthur x (sub) reader x (dom) charles

arthur rides you, occasionally trading kisses with charles over your shoulder. he’s slow, being sure to take you deep with a flick of his hips every now and then to keep your eyes on him. he tightens around you when he drags his hips up, and when your hands fly to hold him in your lap he only chuckles, watching charles take your hands to wring them behind your back, leaving only a kiss to your neck as consolation. arthur bounces in your lap, groaning at the effort as he uses your thigh to support him. charles is whispering something against your skin, lightly grazing his teeth in punctuation when your head leans to the side to reveal more of your neck to him, allowing him to delicately suck a bruise just above the collar of your disheveled shirt. he lets one of his hands come forward to pull down the rest of your shirt that laid on your shoulders and peppers kisses on the now exposed skin. the touch sends your hips stuttering, making arthur moan. bouncing, now slowing down to a steady grind, becomes hurried as he nears orgasm. you can hear it in the groan he makes, broken and relieved as his pussy convulses around your cock. while arthur rides out the rest of his orgasm, still grinding down onto your cock, charles lets his hand travel down to where your cock resides within arthur. 

arthur leans back on his knees, slipping just enough of your cock out from him to leave only the head. charles strokes you with broad, confident tugs, carefully watching the way arthur’s cum collects atop the head before dripping down your shaft and onto charles’ hand. his hand almost completely dwarfs your cock, and arthur, taking notice of this, groans. his gaping hole flutters against the head of your cock and the sight makes you buck, causing you to slip further into him. he gasps, lifting himself off and almost losing his balance in the process. you can tell he wants to chide you, but charles beats him to it, giving you a gentle scolding and assumingly a knowing look passed to arthur. he settles onto the tip of your cock again, this time with a little less grace—he rolls his hips and you slip out of him, leading to charles having to hold you firmly in his hand, angling your cock to allow the head to slide back into arthur before resuming his languid strokes. arthur sighs, huffing in restraint to not just sit himself in your lap again. your free hand grips the blanket beneath you as you lean back into charles’ chest, almost jolting up in surprise when he flicks his wrist, giving your cock a quick, hard jerk. he chuckles when you moan, your eyes shutting in a mix of frustration and pleasure as you gently struggle in his grasp. he doesn’t slow down his pace, continuing to pump your cock with short and fast strokes until your hips are jerking up, and you can hear arthur moan weakly as your cock jumps, spurting warm seed into him. on instinct his hips twitch forward to take in more of you before letting your cock unceremoniously slip out of him with a vulgar pop.