#implied afab

Help, I'm still struggling to use Tumblr and accidentally deleted this-

Anyways omg hi, woah. I wasn't expecting anyone to actually read let alone want more from my stuff. That was the first smut fic/drabble I've ever written.

I submitted this as an idea/thirst to another account but I think I'll expand on that here now-

(I mean with every fiber of my being when I say, he is a switch.)

The thing is, this man can dish it out but can't take it back. Being a relentless tease, it's one of the things that really connects him and Josh as friends.

he’s feral and doesn’t know where to look LOL

Kay, I feel called out but okay let's go!

God he was fucked, you had walked into his apartment to study with his roommate dressed like that, the shirt barely covered your chest, let alone reached lower than your navel, it was perfect for the summer weather but god if it didn't have his mind racing. You often wore more covering clothes, so seeing you on display like this was new and it was going to drive him up the wall. You were going to be in his apartment, draped across his couch, lazing around in that shirt for the afternoon, there would be no stopping his mind from wandering.

Little would he know you were only wearing it for him, knowing that he would linger in the hallway to the living room to watch you as you stretched out on the couch, arching your back and thrusting your chest out on purpose to make the shirt ride up and show off the bottom of the bra you were wearing, so sure he would be able to see and maybe just maybe you would be able to finally push him over the edge.

To have him stop hiding in the shadows and watching from behind walls, to have him finally do something about this not so little infatuation he has with you, and your study partner had just given you the perfect excuse to tease a little more and maybe get your way, they had to go having forgotten they had an appointment and were promising to come back as soon as they were done, with the click of the front door you were left alone with your dear simp, and the real fun could begin.

His roommate had left, it was just you and him, just the two of you and that fucking shirt of yours that had ridden up even more, almost halfway up your bra and showing him so so much more than he could have hoped for. God, he was thankful for his door being at the end of the hall and able to see the living room, perfectly able to see how your hands moved upwards to push the shirt up further, exposing more of your chest and teasing him further.

While something in the back of his mind was asking why you were doing this, the rest was too focused on how his cock was pressing against his jeans, how he could not miss this chance, fumbling with his pants and with pulling his phone off its charger almost dropping it as he frees his cock, this would be devastating if he missed capturing it in video or in photos. Sure the recording would be tainted by the sounds of his panting and the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock but that could be a problem for later.

For now, all he cared about was the sight of you on his couch, chest exposed and hands dipping just barely below the edge of the cup as if teasing him with the possibility of seeing what he had fantasized about and only seen in stolen photos from your beach trips. If you really did pull the cups down he would riot, maybe he would even snap far enough to actually approach you, to make use of all the ideas floating around in his head and finally get to feel you wrapped around him.

-🙃

Oh hell yeah! LEs Go!

Sure your blaze hybrid partner had some interesting proclivities in the bed room but none would top how he would beg for this, plead and warble at you till he got what he wanted, smiling and chuffing little flames as he finally got you to agree to sitting on his face. having spent the day following you around, looming in the background and trying to help you at every chance he could, a hand on your thigh or his head on your shoulder to mutter at you when you were not busy.

But here he was, stripped half naked and waiting for you to straddle his face, to have you within reach of his mouth, god he would have begged and done so much more for the sight of you kneeling above him, cunt in his face waiting for him to press close and make you feel as good as he could.

There would be nothing that could top this moment, the second you nodded your head, sapnaps arms were locked around your thighs, pulling you close and getting to work, tongue laving across your folds searching for the exact pattern that would have you riding his face in tandem to how he ate you out.

He had already been moaning as he let the taste of you fill his mouth, but the moment your fingers tangled in his already messy hair he was done, loudly groaning and using how you tugged to guide his movements changing his hold on you to be able to slip two of his fingers in, curling his fingers as he laved at your clit. The way you were shaking and tugging was as good an indicator that he was making you feel good, but he wanted you staining his face with your slick, he wanted to taste you on his tongue for days.

He wanted to go out like this, eating you out like it was his last meal, like he had been starved and only you would be able to sate him.

You know what, you are correct shawty.

"You spend all day walking around swinging your hips like that, jingling that fucking bell and distracting me like it's your job. Well, then you're just going to have to be a good little thing for me and let me breed you like you so desperately seem to need..."

You hadn't meant to tease your fellow hybrid as you went about your business in your home, and yet you had and now here you are pressed face-first into your kitchen bench with your usually so sweet partner using you as he saw fit. Snapping his hips into yours at a brutal pace, his eyes locked to how with every thrust your ears bounce and the little bell you always wore jingled sweetly despite the harsh treatment.

The usual sweet and gentle love making you received was replaced by this single driven act of trying to breed, no matter how you pleaded or moaned for the creeper behind you to let you rest the only response you got was a muffled hissing grunt and a thrust with enough force to knock your hips into the bench, there would be a plethora of bruises come the next morning.

"Be a good little hole for me and keep quiet, not stopping till your leaking my cum and there is no doubt that you're bearing my child. Gonna keep doing this till I know it fucking takes..."

And how he keeps to those words, shifting the hand that keeps your face pressed to the bench to grab the back of your little bell collar and making you arch your back, letting him press deeper and go harder till he can feel you cumming around his cock. Pressing through the feeling of your clenching around you to make sure when he cums that he had fucked it all into you, growling when som seems to leak out around him using that image to spur himself on further giving no quarter as he starts to move again.