#gaysmut

pairing: boss!henry cavill x male reader.

summary: the boss takes a liking to you.

warnings: SMUT ! , swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, breeding kink.

MDNI + FDNI

"But you're my boss," you moan through gritted teeth as Henry's fingers tease your mouth before going in. "Suck on it, boy." Henry grins as your tongue coats his fingers in slick saliva before they glide down your back into your underwear. "Keep quiet, boy. Henry grunts as his thumb circles around your tight pucker.

Henry pushes his thumb inside your hole, bending it slightly. "Just gotta loosen you up before you get the real thing." He grunts in your ear. "fuckk!" You let out before covering your mouth. "No, no, baby! Let out those slutty moans. I want everyone in the office to hear who owns you." he says before pushing two fingers deep into your hole.

He curls his fingers deep, hitting your g-spot. "Who's your daddy?" Henry grunts before gripping your hair, pulling it. "y-you, sir." Henry pulls his fingers out and begins to unbuckle his belt.

Henry bends you over his desk, tying your hands behind your back with his belt. Henry's hand circles around your ass before spanking it. "AH!" Your solicit moans echo throughout the room.

"Are you ready for you daddy's cock?" He smirks before spanking your ass again. "y-yes, sir." Henry leans down to nibble your ear before he presses his tip against your hole, teasing it. "Fuck! Your hole is trying to suck me in" Henry smirks before pushing his cock deep in.

"Fuckk." You moan out, pressing your face against the desk. Henry spanks your ass while he pulls out before ramming his cock back into place, hitting your g-spot. "MHM!" You moan.

"Who does this hole belong to?" Henry asked while fucking you harder. "y-you Henry!" He grips his belt to thrust into you harder and deeper.

"Fuck! I'm gonna -" Henry moans out before spanking your ass one final time before releasing deep inside your ass. "Henry!!" You moan out before releasing hands-free over his desk.

Henry continues to sloppily fuck his cum around your hole. He pulls out and watches the cum drip out of your hole, untying the belt "So.. are you ready for the promotion?" Henry laughs slightly

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans x Henry Cavill x Male reader

Summary: Your first film role definitely has its ups and downs. A large pay check? Good. A kickstart to your career? Even better. But a night with three of Hollywoods leading men? The absolute best

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, daddy kink, pet names “little boy, baby, doll”, ass slapping, stripping, nipple playing, breeding kink, dick sucking, handjob, unprotected sex

Who knew being famous was so tough?

I’m constantly being bombarded by fans desperate for an autograph. The Hollywood life seems glamorous, and that it is, but not without its downside. The upside? All the hot actors in Hollywood, oh how I loved seeing a sexy man on screen. I recently landed a role on a film with some of Hollywoods leading men and holy cow was it a joyride. I walked into the hotel I would be staying at for the shooting of this film and who do I see as soon as I walk into the elevator? Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans.

The scarlet color on my face is noticeable as I instantly start fanboying over the three buff men. “Hello there, you’re y/n right? I’m Henry, pleasure to meet you love”. He stuck his thick hand out and I shook it with much ebullience. I took my spot in the elevator, right in between Sebastian and Chris, feeling so small next to the 6 feet men.

What was in reality 30 seconds felt like 3 hours in the elevator. Sweat building up on my forehead as the men continued to spark conversation with me. My words fumbled and completely shaky. We reached my floor and I bolted out the doors and hastily walked to my room and instantly shut the door. I was a mess. My chest popping in and out of my body, a noticeable bulge in my tight pants. But as I went to change my clothes, a small envelope slid through my door.

“Reservation at Giovanni’s Italian cuisine for two, 7:30 pm at the luxury suite.

My baby y/n, please join me tonight for dinner, I would love to get to know you. See you soon, Sebastian”

I was fucked. Butterflies pacing through my stomach as the feeling of love and affection enveloped my soul. But was I gonna pass up this opportunity? Hell no. I checked the clock and it was currently 6:00, “how the hell did he reserve the place so quickly?” I thought. I rushed into my luggage and picked out a loose blue and white striped button up and white kakis which kinda showed off my ass.

I got into my car, put my sunglasses on and started driving to the restaurant. “What if he doesn’t like me?” “What if this is all a joke?” Thoughts filled my head as I headed to the restaurant, making me more nervous than I already was.

I walked in and it was the most classy restaurant I have ever been to. Red velvety floors covered the place with beautiful floral arrangements and classical music. “Reservation with Sebastian at 7:30, in the luxury suite,” I said to the hostess. “Right this way please,” she replied as we walked up the extravagant stairs into the luxury suite. She opened the door and

There he was

Waiting for me in a tight black polo shirt that complimented his rippling biceps, and jeans that were definitely, tight. “H-hi Sebastian,” I said with a trembling voice. He walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Hey y/n, I’m so happy you came tonight, I hope you like this place cause I really wanted to have a great time tonight, please sit.”

I sat down in the expensive chair and couldn’t help but notice the beautiful view from the window. “Wow! This place is so nice, I can see the whole city from here!” Sebastian grabbed my hand. “Yeah it’s nice but I think I like what I see from here more,” biting his lip. I instantly started blushing, biting my lip to try and calm it down but the redness of my cheeks just got more obvious. I was completely fucked, in a desperate way to change the subject, “So, I wanna try this ravioli they got here, I heard it’s amazing”, I said trying to change the subject. “Yeah let me order, I already know what I’m getting”.

Sebastian ordered our food and I was set for the best date, and the first date, of my life. Who knew a celebrity could be so down to earth and so cordial? But of course, the physical and, sexual appeal was crazy as the Romanian man was extremely romantic.

“Oh, well I’m stuffed, we should get going. This food is pre-paid so don’t even worry about it. Should I take you home?” “Oh thanks but I drove here so I think I’ll be fine,” I answered. “Are you sure?”, he asked with a serious somewhat dour look on his face. “Uhm, actually, maybe you should,” I said nervously hoping he wouldn’t be offended.

We cleaned up and left the restaurant, he took me into his expensive car and started driving back to the hotel. Something felt off, he was being extremely seductive and touchy, grabbing my thigh and rubbing my chest. Did I like it? Of course.

I walked into the hotel and entered the elevator with him just to see two familiar faces once again, Chris and Henry.

“Oh y/n! Great to see you again! Looks like you’ve had some fun with my friend Seb huh?” Chris said with a funny expression. I couldn’t help but nod and gulp as I entered the elevator with the three men.

We were going up and all of a sudden, Sebastian presses the emergency stop button. I was completely confounded, not knowing what was going on. I tried to push the button again but the three men cornered me in this godforsaken box.

“What does this little boy think he’s doing?” Henry asked as he stroked my hair. I started to sweat, and slightly panic. “W-why’d you stop the elevator?” I said hoping this just was some kind of stupid joke. I reached for the button again until Sebastian covered my mouth with his large hand and pinned me up against the wall.

I didn’t even have time to say anything before my clothes started coming off. They started kissing and biting my body relentlessly and I couldn’t help but moan and whine. “Oh baby I wanna fuck you so bad,” Sebastian said as he and Chris started removing my shirt and pants, leaving me in my tiny little spandex.

“Lay in my lap doll,” Henry said gesturing toward me. I felt so exposed and fragile in the moment. “Count” he said as he smacked my ass cheek. I screamed and jolted a little at the surprising pain and arousal that came from it, “o-one” *SMACK* “t-two” *SMACK* “t-three”. One slap quickly became 15 as Henry continued slapping my ass cheeks until they were bright scarlet and my cheeks were soaked in tears.

“What a good boy you are, now let daddy make you feel good,” Sebastian sad as he grabbed my and gagged my mouth. I was in heaven. Henry started twisting and teasing my nipples as Chris shoved his fingers in and out of my hole. Sebastian rubbing up against my body and his dirty talk made me more aroused than I should’ve been. Cock twitching and my skin soaked in sweat. “Daddy!” I whined as my body was being violated by three sexy men. “Oh the things you do to me baby, now open up for daddy”.

Sebastian whipped out his 10 inch cock and teased my hole making more unholy noises leave my mouth. And all of a sudden, *THRUST* his dick was sliding in and out my hole at a rapid pace. Henry shoved his dick into my mouth and started fucking my face. I moaned on his dick sending vibrations up his cock. “Ugh f-fuck baby you’re so naughty. In the midst of all this sexual pleasure, Chris shoved his dick in my hand. “Come on baby, make me cum,” he said as I started jerking him off.

I was gonna lose it, my body completely drowned in pleasure. “D-addy, I c-can’t take it! I’m gonna c-cum daddy!”. “C-come on baby, w-wait for your daddies, don’t be a s-selfish little b-boy”. At those words, my cock shot a load of cum onto Sebastian’s broad chest. Sebastian felt my hole tighten around his cock and came in my hole, filling my walls with his warm and sticky baby batter. I was completely cum drunk. I collapsed onto Henry’s chest. The three men held me in their strong embrace as the night neared its end, nothing could have ruined this night, except the fact that we were in a damn elevator.

THE END

All characters are 18+. 

------Ricky's  POV------

My skin prickled as the hot water from the shower hit me. I leaned back, letting it flow down my body, washing the sweat from the night before off me. I pulled one of the bottles from the wall, pouring some of the body wash into my hand.

The door to the shower opened, as a waft of cool air displaced the steam that had been building. Stephen made his way in, a grin on his face, pushing past to get under the water, his skin touching mine.

'scuse me ' he muttered, purposely bumping into me. He slowly turned to face me, his chest almost touching mine, and scooped some of the soap out of my palm.

Stephen was not a small guy, he was just over 6ft, but seeing him have to incline his neck to meet my eyes, made me feel like a giant. I fucking loved it. My body felt electric, looking down at his cute face, water dripping down it, hair wet and a mess, his bright smile. My pulse was racing. I  went to touch him.

He was faster.

His hands reached my chest, rubbing the body wash he had taken from me across it. He took his time, working both his palms across my pecs, gently twirling the thin hair that lay between them.

He squeezed them slightly. 'I fucking love your pecs' he moaned.

I smiled down at him, 'Yeah? You like them?'

He nodded. I gave them a quick flex, making them dance in his hands. I had spent the last year focused on making my body as strong and sexy as I could. I didn't realise how much I wanted this praise though, as I felt my cheeks clench with his appreciation.

Stephen began rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. It felt nice, but it didn't seem to have the effect on me that It did on him. Stephen seeming to sense that, began to move both hands to my right arm, lifting it.

Holding it straight, parallel to the floor with one hand, began to explore with the other, running his palm along my bicep, his thumb digging into edge. He pushed me gently against the wall and raised it almost 45°.

I wasn't sure what he was  doing until I felt his mouth on it, exploring every inch of my arm. He was moving from my elbow towards my chest.

'Yeah,' I grunted. 'You love my muscles don't you. Fuck Stephen, how long have you been thinking about this?'

He didn't answer, as he got to my shoulder. He pushed my arm up higher, exposing my pit, showing the coarse dark hair.

'Fuck,' he moaned, he moved his face closer and began to taste, biting me slightly. I loved it. He spent a few minutes there, as I rubbed my fingers through his hair, enjoying every minute of this attention.

Despite all this I couldn't ignore my hard on.  It had bumped awkwardly against Stephens a few times during this. I began twisting my body, rubbing it against his outer thigh, signaling him.

He got the message. He began teasing his lips down my ribs, occasionally stopping to lick and bite any areas that chose his fancy. He got down to my hip and turned me. My dick pointed straight at his face.

He took his tongue and began to lick from my hip to my crotch. He spent a few minutes, kissing everywhere but my shaft, right where I needed him to.

I took my shaft and pointed it at him, my eyes pleasing. He was grinning.

'Tut, Tut tut' he clicked. He grabbed me with one hand and slowly stroked, squeezing slightly at the top. A clear stop of pre came out, which he swirled on the top. 'Say please' he whispered.

'Please' I nodded, 'Please' my face red. I was  used to being in control during our encounters. This was new to me.

And I liked it.

He nodded slowly, his mouth moving to my balls. He took one in his mouth and slowly twirled it with his tongue. He moved my legs apart to get better access, letting him explore at will.

He began to lick up my shaft to the tip, swirling it with his tongue. I recognised the move from when he had taken care of Jake. I smiled, though I was still annoyed I lost against Jake, I quite enjoyed making Stephen come. Making his body ache for my touch.

He swallowed me, his hot mouth encasing my member. He looked up at me, our eyes making contact, the hot water still running down my back. He started to bob on the top few inches of me. I could see his cheeks hollow as he kept the suction. I ran my fingers along them

'Thats it,' I encouraged, 'You love my dick don't you. Don't you'

He mumbled something I couldn't make up, but seemed to redouble his efforts, his hands gripping my hips even tighter, almost painfully as he tried to go faster.

I took his head in my hand and pulled it all the way down. 'Thats it, yeah, you can take it deeper'. He gagged slightly, some spit running out onto my balls. I held him there for a second before letting him up. He sputtered, before taking it back in. This time he tried to take it the whole way without my help.

'Yeah, it's thicker than Jake's isn't it, but you can take it can't you. Yeah you can, you fucking love this'. I gave him a gentle few slaps as he bobbed. He stopped for a second, steeled himself, and lowered down on my, his nose buried deep in my pubes.

'Fucking. Hell.' I moaned, holding him down one more time. 'God you feel so good choking on my cock. God I love this.' his eyes looked up at me.

I loosened my grip, letting him come up for air once more. 'God, you're such a good little cocksucker aren't you.' That one I wasn't sure about, I felt a little embarrassed saying it, but Stephen didn't seem to mind, in fact if anything he started sucking harder.

I began to thrust into his mouth, not quite the whole way, letting him focus on the top. I started slow, letting him get used to me taking control, one hand grabbing a handful of his hair.

'That's it,' I started speeding up my thrusts, 'thats it.' I felt my balls start to tense. 'I'm getting close. Fucking hell, you're going to take my load again,' I slammed my cock the full way in. Stephen gagged. I took my self almost fully out and slammed again. And again. And again.

'Fuck . Fuck yes. Fuck here it is!'

My body shook, my ass squeezing as my body forced out whatever cum it could, as waves of pleasure washed from my groin.

I collapsed against the wall. Stephen free from my hands slowly bobbed on my dick until I grew soft and caught my breath again. I grabbed his cheek and helped him get up, he put his hand in mine.  I took my hand away, seeing the sticky residue of his cum in it.

I had been so focused on myself I didn't even realise he had done that. A pang of regret filled me as I realised I missed my chance to get him to cum again. He was smiling though as he brought his face close to mine. I saw his throat tense.

He had swallowed.

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Capítulo 1: Latte para el señor de la mesa del fondo.

Gabriel nunca pensó que acabaría viviendo en Suiza. Mucho menos que llegaría a disfrutarlo. Pero ahí estaba, en Zúrich, estudiando en la universidad, trabajando y compartiendo un pequeño departamento con dos compañeros: Ollie, un Beta británico, tranquilo y meticuloso que estudiaba diseño gráfico, y Kimi, un Omega italiano carismático que estudiaba teatro y siempre dejaba su ropa por toda la sala.

Era una rutina algo caótica, pero acogedora. Entre clases de ingeniería mecánica, tareas, videollamadas con sus padres y el trabajo de medio tiempo en un café del centro, Gabriel apenas tenía tiempo de respirar. Sin embargo, se esforzaba. Porque estar allí significaba algo: avanzar. Salir del caparazón. Dejar su país había sido un poco complicado, más porque se había lanzado al otro lado del mundo con tal de probar nuevas cosas siendo un omega. Si bien los prejuicios habían quedado atrás, la realidad es que su casta seguía siendo dependiente en ciertos sentidos, llevando un peso más prolongado comparado a los demás.

En su trabajo, el café era elegante y minimalista. En cuanto al sueldo, la paga le ayudaba bastante a manejarse personalmente, junto a la ayuda de sus padres. "Milch & Metall", decía el cartel, una extraña combinación que a Gabriel le parecía apropiada, considerando que entre cada expreso que servía, pensaba en motores, piezas y aleaciones.

La vida en Zúrich se había convertido en un cúmulo de contrastes. Por un lado, la estructura de la universidad, los horarios ajustados, sobrevivir a sus ciclos de calor, la exigencia de sus clases de ingeniería mecánica, donde cada cálculo y cada fórmula parecían demandarle más concentración de la que creía posible. Por otro, la convivencia con Ollie y Kimi, una dinámica que nunca dejaba de sorprenderlo. Ollie, meticuloso y reservado, aportaba un equilibrio silencioso en el departamento, mientras que Kimi transformaba cada día en una escena de teatro improvisada, con ropa esparcida por la sala y monólogos apasionados sobre su última audición.

No era perfecto, pero era suyo. Un hogar lejos de casa. Y aunque la rutina le dejaba poco margen para el descanso—corriendo entre clases, el café donde trabajaba, y los llamados a sus padres que siempre terminaban con un "¿estás comiendo bien? ¿te estas cuidado?"—Gabriel sabía que todo esto significaba algo. Crecer. Independizarse. Redefinir su propia historia en un país que jamás imaginó llamar hogar, pero lo que nunca espero, luego de ese estilo de vida caótico al que se estaba acostumbrando, era el haber encontrado el amor.

Fue en uno de esos turnos por la tarde cuando lo vio por primera vez.

Estaba en la mesa del fondo, vestido de traje gris oscuro, el cabello perfectamente peinado hacia atrás, con la mandíbula apoyada sobre los dedos y los ojos clavados en una tablet. La presencia de aquel Alfa era fuerte, sólida. No por ser dominante, sino porque... llenaba el espacio. Su aspecto era llamativo, ya que irradiaba un aura de seguridad y dominancia, con aquellos cabellos rubios perfectamente peinados.

Gabriel lo notó antes de verlo. Un aroma seco, fresco y profundo lo golpeó de forma inesperada: menta con roble. Su cuerpo reaccionó al instante, antes que su mente pudiera procesarlo. El cuello le picó, como si lo hubiera rozado una tela con electricidad estática. Disimuló rascándose, confundido. Por unos segundos se había olvidado completamente de que estaba trabajando y aún le quedaban varias horas hasta que su turno termine.

—¿Gabriel? —dijo su compañera de turno, haciendo que diera un respingo—. ¿Podés llevar este latte, por fa? Es en la mesa del fondo.

—Claro —respondió, tomando la bandeja mientras trataba de ignorar el hormigueo persistente en su cuerpo.

Cuando se acercó a la mesa del fondo, un tanto nervioso y cohibido, el Alfa levantó la mirada. Sus ojos eran claros, como una tormenta fría, y por un segundo pareció detenerse todo para ambos.

El olor a coco y vainilla golpeó a Nico como un puñetazo en el estómago. Lo había sentido muchas veces en perfumes, dulces o productos de baño... pero esto era diferente. Natural. Tibio. Orgánico. Calando en su interior como una droga, haciendo que su cuerpo se estremezca. Sus dientes le picaron. Literalmente. Una punzada intensa en las encías. Rechinó los molares por reflejo.

—Latte para usted —dijo Gabriel, con una sonrisa profesional. Pero la voz le salió un poco más suave de lo que pretendía. Algo en su interior se removió, notando como su lobo parecía estar más sumiso comparado con otras veces. La idea lo golpeo, ¿a caso ese alfa le gustaba? 

—Gracias... —Nico lo observó un momento más del necesario—. ¿Gabriel? —leyó en la plaquita de su delantal—. ¿Ese es tu nombre?

—Sí —contestó, con una pequeña risa, encantado de como pronunciaba su nombre—. ¿El suyo?

Se veía mayor, eso era evidente. No solo por sus rasgos, sino por la manera en que ocupaba el espacio, por la firmeza de su mirada y la calma que parecía envolverlo. Gabriel sintió algo en su pecho, un impulso casi instintivo de responderle, quizás movido por la idea de resultar atractivo, de captar su atención aunque fuera por un instante.

Desde que había llegado, no se había detenido a formar lazos de ese tipo; su vida giraba en torno a sus estudios, al trabajo, a lidiar con su celo de la mejor manera posible, a veces aceptando ayuda, pero nunca más que eso. No encajaba en la imagen clásica de un omega—no era delicado, ni tímido, ni etéreo como algunos esperaban—pero eso nunca le había molestado. Al contrario, había aprendido a apropiarse de su propia identidad sin necesidad de ajustarse a expectativas ajenas.

—Nico. Nico Hülkenberg.

Y no necesitó decir más. El nombre sonó familiar, pero no por la fama: sonó bien en su boca. Como si su cuerpo ya lo supiera desde antes. Por primera vez en mucho tiempo, Gabriel se permitió desear que aquello no se desvaneciera con la rutina. Anhelaba más que miradas fugaces, más que conversaciones breves envueltas en cortesía. Quería que Nico lo viera, realmente lo viera, y que algo en él le resultará irresistible. No sabía exactamente por qué, pero había algo en ese Alfa—en su presencia tranquila, en la firmeza de su mirada—que despertaba en su piel una sensación nueva, un hormigueo que se expandía como una corriente silenciosa. Y sin quererlo, sin pensarlo demasiado, comenzó a buscar esos momentos, a aferrarse a ellos, como si algo dentro de él ya supiera lo que estaba por venir.

Los días pasaron. Nico volvió. Más veces de las que podía justificar con la excusa de "necesitar café". Siempre la misma mesa. Siempre Gabriel atendiéndolo. Y cada vez, más picor. Más olor. Más miradas sostenidas. Más silencio cargado de algo no dicho.

Cada encuentro tenía el mismo patrón, pero nunca la misma sensación. Al principio, Nico intentaba convencerse de que era pura coincidencia: el café estaba cerca, la atención era buena, y el ambiente, acogedor. Pero no tardó en aceptar lo evidente—Gabriel era el imán que lo arrastraba de vuelta, más que la costumbre, más que la necesidad. Sus charlas eran breves, casi circunstanciales, pero el aire entre ellos siempre parecía más denso, cargado de algo que ninguno terminaba de nombrar. Y cuando Nico sostenía su taza, fingiendo distraerse con el aroma del café, sabía que lo único que realmente inhalaba era la presencia de Gabriel, impregnada en cada gesto, en cada palabra intercambiada.

Hasta que un día, Nico se quedó parado frente al mostrador, observándolo con esa mirada penetrante y atenta a la vez.

—¿A qué hora termina tu turno?

Gabriel parpadeó, nervioso pero entusiasmado. —¿Hoy?

Nico asintió, metiendo las manos en los bolsillos, luciendo esta vez más relajado. —Sí. ¿Te puedo invitar algo? No sé, una caminata. Una charla. Un café... sin delantal.

Gabriel se rió, emocionado por la idea. Fue breve, honesto. Y aceptó.

“BABE, what happened to your pickup?” my wife asked on the phone.

“I have no fucking idea. It just turned off while I was driving. When I tried to start it after pulling over, it just cranked,” I said, standing under the shade of a tree to protect myself from the hot midday sun.

“Have you called for service?”

“Yep, already did. Someone’s coming over to tow it to the service station.” I glanced in both directions of the long, empty road.

A tow truck appeared in the distance.

“Babe, the tow truck’s approaching. I have to go. I’ll call you later for an update.”

“If it’s already late, just stay at a motel and leave first thing tomorrow.”

“Oh, god. I hope it won’t take long to fix. But, yeah. I’ll let you know where I’m staying if I have to stop for the night.” I ended the call.

The flatbed truck with ‘Tony’s Towing’ on the side door parked in front of my stalled pickup.

A guy wearing an old baseball cap got out.

“Over here.” I waved him down.

He cocked his head and walked behind the tow truck with a masculine stride.

My heart beat faster.