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[definefaulty]

backseat brothers

(tw incest, mlm smut, bro x bro, car sex, big bro x little bro, mutual jerk off)

you’ve been driving for a few hours now on the roadtrip, music blaring and a mid-day sun still hanging hot in the sky. at some point your brother had crawled into the backseat to take a nap and you’d been trying to keep awake on your own. you yawn, and lightly smack your cheek. with a single hand on the wheel you check the gps for the gas station you’d put twenty minutes ago, with twenty more to go. you sigh, checking the back mirror on some random instinct. your brother is laying there, shoes off and his legs resting on the seat, his head laying against the door. you notice his hard-on immediately as he softly snores, and smirk to yourself. if you weren’t driving you’d probably mess with him right now, but you shift your attention back to the road as you cruise along, relatively devoid of any cars.

its not for a few minutes later that you look in the mirror again, noises covered by the music, and find your brother awake, his shorts dropped and jerking off.

“dude,” you say, “the fuck?”

he doesn’t stop stroking himself, his mischievous eyes sliding to make contact, “what?”

“why are you jerking off? and if you’re not sleeping we should switch.”

he groans, eyes rolling as he stretches a bit, his cock sliding forward through his grasp, your own cock starts to stir.

“i’m fucking horny and just let me blow one,” he whines, picking his shirt up to slide his hand over his body.

you gulp, your hands clenching around the steering wheel as you watch his fingers move up his toned, slim body, perky pink nipples catching a squeeze from him. you force your eyes forward and catch a small patch of road to the side, and slow the car down to park it there.

“what’re you doing?” he asks, his eyes darting from you to the window.

you huff, getting up from your seat and climbing into the back. his eyes widen as you shoo his legs down so you can sit next to him.

“if you’re gonna jerk off i am too,” you say, unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your pants, “unless you wanna stop?”

his face flushes, wide eyes staring at your crotch, he gulps and shakes his head, his hand moving on his dick again.

“n—no, let’s keep going..”

you smirk, “good boy.”

you slide your pants and underwear down, your cock springing up from it’s entrapment. you grown low and heavy as you squeeze your shaft, a warm ripple of pleasure moving up it.

“fuck, dude you’re big.”

you smirk and throw an arm over his shoulder, moving your leg to rest ontop of his.

“you’ve got a cute dick, bro.”

“shut up!”

his eyebrows furrow as his jerking picks up speed, his attention totally on your meat. you sigh, lazily jerking your cock as a car buzzes by on the road.

“i can’t believe we’re doing this!” he says.

you chuckle, “would be easier with some lube.”

he nods, swallowing before he turns to reach for something in the trunk, he returns with a small bottle in hand.

“seriously?”

“what? no way i’d go without.”

he squirts some onto his hand, lathering his dick with it. you nod to your aching cock.

“lube me up then.”

his eyes widen to yours, his face rednening.

“don’t your hands work?”

“don’t you wanna touch it?”

he squirms, shakily moving the bottle to squirt lube onto your shaft. it’s cold and sticky, and his hands grasps it by the head and drags it down your length, a shiver running through you. his hand doesn’t reach around fully, and feels so new and firm on your dick.

“fuck… so big,” he mumbles.

he reaches over with both hands and strokes your cock, wet squelching sounds made under the beat of the music. he meets your eyes for a second as you stare at him, flushing he returns to your cock, working his hands over the head and shaft.

“you’re so hard! do you like it this much?”

“wanna find out?”

you get your hand from around his shoulder to his dick, slowing running the lube over him and thumbing his slit. he bites his lip with a moan, his toes curling.

“that feels… so good big bro.”

you smirk, “yeah? keep stroking me too.”

he nods, his eyes struggling to focus as he works his arms on your dick and feels you jerk him off. you watch sweat drip down his neck, and lick your lips.

“c’mon dude let’s strip.”

he jumps, “huh? what if someone see’s?”

“it’s been so empty, it’s fine,” you answer, already throwing your shirt off and kicking your jeans all the way.

“w—wait,” he squirms as you quickly grab his shirt and tug, his shorts were already off, and he shyly looks up you through his hair.

“you’re so cute bro.”

“j—just! hurry up.”

he grabs your cock with his hands again, and you grab his wrists.

“hold on, let’s do something fun.”

he purses his lips, “is this not fun?”

“funner, just—“

you push his hands down and move him back, getting yourself between his legs you lay your cock ontop of his, and thrust your hips. he moans, looking at you with shock as you get closer.

“oh shit,” he says, “okay, cool.”

with a smirk you keep thrusting your cock against his, watching his eyes roll and his mouth part open. really, his lips are sexy, his tongue too. his moans are so cute and explicit, you lick your lips again trying to keep a sinful thought down. his hand grabs your bicep after a strong thrust.

“mhm, fuck! feels good…”

you huff, and dart forward to capture his lips. he gasps and your tongue invades, he moans and for a second weakly pushes on your chest, then he seems to melt, eyelids fluttering shut as he lays back and you chase forward. you bite his lip and slide your cocks again, he moans and moves his head away from yours.

“hold on! i don’t wanna cum yet.”

you chuckle, stilling your movements. you look down and slowly stroke your cocks, holding them together. your dick dwarfs his, but he’s rock hard against you and leaking. he shivers, his dick spreading precum along the underside of yours. his panting is light and breathy, fogging up the inside of the car.

you chew on your cheek, reeling at how hard you both are. he looks at you again and nods, and you grind your cocks again, sending his head back with loud whines.

“hnng! feels good…”

“i’ll make you feel even better, baby bro.”

you reach forward and get your fingers in his mouth, making him jump. his saliva coats your fingers as you rock them in and out, feeling his hot tongue on them. when you retract your hand a string of his spit stays on them, and you reach down below your balls and start teasing his asshole. he bites his lip.

“bro…”

“it’ll feel amazing, trust,” you wink.

when you slowly push a finger through his hole he swallows, he’s tight but you feel his cock get harder, and you slowly grind them together as you push to the first knuckle.

“oh, shit,” he moans, “d—deeper.”

“fuck,” you chuckle in a low groan.

you keep working your finger inside gently, till the whole things inside and you can curl it upward, sliding it and out, feeling his heat around your finger. it makes your cock throb.

“more,” he gasps, his hands making a mess in his hair.

his mouth lays agape, chest rising and falling as sweat drips down. you clench your jaw and push another finger inside eliciting a moan from him.

“stretches, s—so good,” he says, eyes rolling.

“damn little brother,” you mutter, “you like me fingering you?”

“don’t… don’t be gross,” he swallows.

“you got tighter though,” you sink both fingers all the way in, and he groans, almost pushing his ass further down onto your hand, “you like big brother fucking you.”

his eyes widen and tear, legs shaking as his hole clenches on your fingers. he squeals and suddenly grabs your cocks beginning to stroke them rapidly.

“FUCK! I-I’M CUMMING!” he moans and grinds your cocks together.

his first rope of cum shoots so high it hits the sealing, he becomes a moaning mess as his cum hits his face and chest. four thick strings of cum coat him, and he grinds himself on your fingers as he cums his brains out. when he finally stops he seems to sink back into the door, panting as his cock begins to soften. he keeps your fingers inside though, eyelids fluttering open to look at your throbbing member.

“damn,” you mutter, “nice load.”

he snickers, swallowing dryly as he tears his eyes off your cock and meets yours.

“now… your turn.”

“yeah?” you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, “you gonna help me?”

he nods, seeming to take deep breathes in preparation as he slides your fingers out of his ass.

“at this point… you have to fuck me.”

“have to?”

“yeah,” he aims the head of your cock toward his wet twitching hole, as wordlessly you layer more lube on yourself, “y—you teased me too much, big bro.”

he takes a breath in and makes your dick touch his hole, a soft sigh escaping him. his adam’s apple bobs, and he starts lowering himself. achingly, little by little your cock sinks inside your brother, who moans and whines as your dick stretches him more than your fingers could.

“you sure you’re even ready for it?” you ask breathily.

“s—shut up let me!” he groans “focus… just.”

he moans as an inch or two penetrates him.

“fuck! fucking dick is too big.”

“wanna stop?”

“no!” he growls, sweat dropping down his forehead, he pushes you forward a bit, straddling you, “hm, you’re gonna fuck your brother, fucker.”

you grin, laying down with your hands behind your head, “getting dominant here? okay.”

he gasps and groans, you feel the wet heat suck in another inch of your dick. is hole is so tight it's almost painful how good he feels, you roll your tongue in your mouth, watching him hold himself up by your abs and thigh, face beautifully scrunching up as he shoves more of your dick inside.

"careful dude."

he shushes you, before sighing, and gently laying forward onto your chest. his body heat warmly envolps you, as does the heat of his ass sinfully drags a moan from you.

"f—fuck, please," he mumbles, looking at up with pleading eyes, "I need your help, b—big bro. to get it in..."

his face is flushed, lip quivering. your jaw clenches, and your hands move predatorily down his sides to grip his waist with strong hands.

"careful what you ask for," you smirk, and pushing him down thrust upward and impale him on your cock.

his eyes go wide and his jaw slack as he lets out a long loud moan, swearing at the end. you have to close your eyes to not immediately cum as your whole cock is enveloped by your brothers cunt.

"fuck," he whines, "you're in my stomach!"

"so tight," you mumble, before lifting him up by the waist.

"w—wait!"

you slam him down to meet your hips, and he cries out, eyes rolling back. his cock is fully hard again, a stream of precum sliding down the side. you huff, your breathing getting harder as your dick throbs inside your brother.

"so good, baby," you moan, lifting your head upward to nip at his neck, sucking his sensitive area, his hands tangle in your hair as he moans to the ceiling, "so fucking good for me."

"yes, big, brother," he gasps, looking down to meet your eyes, he touches your foreheads together, "please, give it to me hard."

you hum, lick your lips, "we can play red light green light, red if you need to stop, and green—" you quickly lift him up and down, fucking him like a fleshlight, "if you wanna get fucked."

he moans, his hands grasping your shoulders hard enough to bruise, he nods dumbly, some drool dripping down out his mouth. you smirk, and grabbing the back of his head kiss him again, as you shift the two of you around to sit forward. he stands on his knees, moaning as your tongues dance, and you begin thrusting upwards, abs burning as your cock stretches your brother, his own leaking onto your stomach. the sound of your bodies slapping together fill the car, a soft rumble of some indie-rock song playing in the background. your balls bounce heartily as you feel him begin to meet your thrusts, his mouth sliding off yours as he moans your name, laying his head on your shoulder.

"you're doing so good bro, keep riding like that."

"...fuck."

he leans backward to lay down on the center console, getting his feet onto the seats to ride you harder. you watch his cock smack against his abs, and watch your own create a bulge in his stomach.

"ha! ha! big brother! your cock is stretching me so good!"

you grunt, your hands squeezing his waist as you hold back an orgasm.

"i'm, getting close where do i... ?"

"inside!" he gasps, "inside, oh fuck me!"

your eyes roll feeling his hole suck your length in again and again, he rides without mercy as your hips stutter upward. he's yelling now, his hard dick slapping against his stomach and then yours on the downward motion. his eyes stay rolled up and you can feel him clench tigther as his orgasm approaches. you can only clench your teeth down and thrust as he cries out.

"i'mma cum again, big bro! you're gonna make me cum again! with your fat fucking dick, i—i'm, FUCK!"

he whines, and slams his hips down again, just then you yell and feel your balls tighten, his cum splashes your chin, hot and sticky, you feel it land on your chest and collar. and as you cum you watch the bulge in his stomach, knowing his insides are getting coated with the strongest nut you've had in a long time. your brother can only cry as you drag him up and down your cock more, getting the last of your semen inside of him as his own orgasm dribbles out against your stomach. you roll your hips a final time and groan, as he goes lip on the console.

both of your panting goes in sink as the song ends, and another car passes by on the freeway. you gulp, pulling your softening dick from your brothers ass. he groans, shaking as you help pull him up and into your lap again. he avoids eye contact sitting on you, and you scan his face.

"was... was that?"

he smirks a little, looking up at you with a dizzy gaze.

"fucking awesome, big brother," he says sarcasticlly, "but also, you're driving the rest of the way. i'm probably fucking pregnant now."

you snicker and roll your eyes.

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; CHOI SOOBIN 🐰 after hours

— cw; age gap (5ish yrs), professor soobin, student athlete reader, unbalanced power dynamics, clubbing, alcohol, public/bathroom sex, intoxicated sex, top male reader, sub bottom soobin, big dick sb and reader 🙌🏾, sex toys (butt plug), blowjob (sb), protected anal (a first??), belly bulging. 5k words.

— 🎶 now playing; kehlani - after hours, tomorrow x together - love language, destin conrad - kissing in public.

once you noticed him in the crowd of moving bodies, you simply couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

him being choi soobin, currently a young visiting professor at your institution, having just completed his phd in sociology and education, and one your lecturers in particular. soobin’s large frame isn’t out of place among all the others. in fact, you think the number has grown since he made his way to the centre. an attention stealer.

it’s the same as when you’re sat in his lecture: he’s captivating when he talks, enticing when he moves, and irresistible all around. he brought the youthful masculine charm the department severely lacked. and, of course, all the girl students desperately latched onto the eye-candy.

he was here. at a nightclub. and not just any random nightclub, a popular gay nightclub in the city centre. it’s a delightfully pleasant surprise. your margarita burns as you finish the glass. the warm daylight filtering in through the windows of your classroom has been replaced with the cool of the moon from the warehouse's skylight. and with the transition, it seems a new side has emerged. a new side to you, at the very least.

his glasses aren’t to be found, dark hair styled up and back to reveal his forehead and eyes more clearly. his knitted jumper and slacks switched out for a blue baby tee and jeans. you can’t quite make out what it says under the strobe lights.

being completely honest, your attention is on other parts of his body. the tequila trickles into your bloodstream and you can feel your heartbeat revived in different places. he doesn’t appear to have a dancing partner — you’ve had an eye on him for a few minutes and spotted him laughing with what appeared to be a friend as they goofed around.

your own friends are also on the dance floor. your legs are taking you closer soon enough. you sway with the beat of the song as you push through the bodies, eyes locked onto your target.

what your goal is you’re not even sure of. nothing could happen, anyway — you tell yourself— you’re his student. if only a few years younger. soobin exuded ‘model faculty’ with his polite smile and gentle giant demeanour. you're sure even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t risk his budding career for some dick.

although he would give something else up for it. why else would he be surrounding himself with drunk men, more likely than not looking for sexual respite. you weren’t that much younger than him, really. around five years, if you remembered his age correctly? but a minor blip in the universe's grand scheme.

now you’re right behind him.

he moves even better up close. swaying his body, throwing his hands up in the air with the beat of the song. carefree. it’s hard to keep your wonder at bay. you’re not thinking straight as you step closer, and let your hands ghost his waist. high enough not to get you immediately elbowed in the stomach.

soobin isn’t surprised when someone sneaks up behind him. although he came with zero expectations, the young man was starting to doubt his abilities. without turning to look at the new presence, he backs up into you. your heart leaps in your chest. he was waiting for someone. for this. you bite your lip in to hide how your cheeks pull up from the feeling of your professor's soft ass against your groin. fortunately, the lights were concentrated elsewhere for the time being.

the pop song playing is punctuated with strong percussion, gifting you with the tempo you needed to move in rhythm with him. fortunately, you know the lyrics to this one and find yourself getting lost in the sensations. you would’ve hated to see someone else behind him. even now, you can feel jealous eyes on you. it only makes you pull him closer, meeting him at various points of contact where which you can feel his body moves against you.

your scent washes over him and he welcomes the new smell of your cologne. he had yet to go nose-blind to the overwhelming scent of testosterone-filled body odour. maybe you would be his ticket out of the crowd.

whatever. soobin puts an end to his overthinking. or rather, the liquor flowing through his veins does. he just wants to feel good. just wanted to dance and let loose. it’s been too long.

his runs his hands down his front sensually before they meet yours on his hip. he drags your hands up on his body; they catch his shirt on the ascend and you momentarily feel the sweat on his damp skin. you can’t focus on it, because at the same time soobin rolls his hips onto you.

damn, he moved his body so well. you would’ve never thought the shy man had it in him. but you’re learning more about him by the second. you follow along with his smooth moves without any delay, determined to not mess up.

and fumble the bag you don't. looks of intrigue and desire join the envious. soobin’s friends throw him teasing grins and immature winks. he ignores them. all he can think about is how well-oiled your tall body feels against him, lithe yet sturdy. it stirs a primal need within him. something almost foreign to him at that point.

when the next song ends, soobin spins around with a happy grin on his face. he had to know who the suave cutie was behind him.

your grip loosens. before you can duck away, you’re making direct eye-contact. he's confused at first, but then his eyes widen in recognition, straightening up like he’d been struck by lightning.

shit.

“yn??”

“h-heyy, prof.”

soobin gawks at you, not knowing where to begin. his student was just grinding on him. he was just grinding on his student, and he liked it. he wanted more. his integrity! his reputation! his future!

the crowded dance floor suddenly feels stark empty, and the multi-coloured lights stop their orchestrated twirl, replaced by a stationary, bright spotlight. focused on the two of you.

he needed to get out of sight. grabbing your wrist, soobin drags you behind him until you’re stumbling into one of the bathrooms. he waits for an explanation, with a hard look on his face that tells you: you fucked up.

you stare at your shoes, shuffling in place. he was intimidating when he wanted to be. and you were, admittedly, in the wrong, “i’m sorry i came onto you."

“no, you’re not.”

your head shoots up. it was a poor apology, but you weren't expecting him to call you out on it. because, true, you weren’t really. you’re not sorry because you’ve got jacking off material for like the next couple of years. but more sorry because you’re not sure he would’ve reciprocated if he knew who you were. not very consensual of you...

“what on earth were you thinking?” it’s like he could read your mind.

“i wasn’t. that, i apologise for. can you blame me?” soobin sees how your gaze trails his body with your reply. it reveals what instead you had in mind — his broad shoulders sloping into a small waist and slim hips. shapely legs clad in jeans and ending in stylish sneakers.

wild and wonderful.

“seeing you here threw me off a little, prof.” you continue, meeting his eyes once again. his eyelids and cheeks shimmer iridescent in the light. you couldn’t tell before, mistaking the glow for sweat in the suffocating horde. but it was deliberately placed highlight. looks like your young instructor knew how to get dolled up.

soobin felt the same; it was weird seeing you in a place like this. even though you were probably a regular. or a more regular than he was, at least.

…maybe it wasn’t so weird. after all you were attending the city's university as a student. specifically, both a promising basketball athlete and a top scholar for your class. soon to graduate, matter of fact. he's sure you've scoped the lay of the land over your time.

what was new was seeing you in something other than athletic wear. you looked good, donning a loose button down and black jeans, surprisingly more handsome than you usually did in your everyday comfort. you were dressed to impress too, that’s for certain, with your inhibitions loosened after a few shots.

the older had also been drinking. stronger stuff than usual; his friends wanted to spoil him, to celebrate the rare occasion of him crawling out his hole home. soobin would be lying if he said he wasn’t having a fun time.

“i don’t usually come out. and quit it with the prof — while we’re here. anything else.”

hook.

you tilt your head as you look at him, feeling your normal dynamic shift with the new location. and the request for less formality. you toss the bait: “yeah... i didn’t take you for the party type. does hyung work for you? instead of mr wild and wonderful?”

soobin can’t hide when his eyes sparkle in interest at your fluent english. he knew you were smart, but the casual flex takes him aback. so does realising you know exactly what the wording insinuates. he never expected it would be you picking up the hint.

he loathes to complain. of course, he pays a little more attention to you when you’re sat at your desk — attending to his words, sending messages on your device, or talking to your friend. you're enticing without meaning to be. your frequent insightful contributions made up for where you lacked in other efforts. he’d only ever seen you in the daylight. the shadows that fall on your face now bring out another side to you.

line.

the race of his heart comes back, but not in fear this time. in excitement. the professor had never entertained the idea more than a passing thought but now he’s tempted. the plug sitting between his cheeks becomes noticeable again for the first time since he put it in before leaving his home. not for any particular reason…

he shouldn’t.

“been said i can get a little crazy outside the classroom.”

oh! that’s not— soobin’s thick lips purse in shock at his words. sober thoughts?

“yeah?” a smirk appears on your face as you take a bold step forward, throwing a look around the restroom in faux enquiry. your boyish playfulness has a way of keeping him in place. “doesn’t look like we’re in the classroom right now... from what you said, this sounds like my area of expertise.”

oh, you’re good. pulling him into your dangerous game like a siren into the depths. he doesn’t even know when your hearts started thumping against each other, his hand on your arm.

“then, maybe you could teach me the ropes. show me how it goes?” comes his breathy whisper, eyes narrowed in seduction.

and sinker.

you push him into the stall furthest form the entrance and lock the door behind you. his back hits the wall with a thump and he gasps, looking at you with surprised eyes when you press into his front deliberately, strong hands back on his hips.

soobin has much more to lose than you, and you respect that. you give him time to change his mind, to slip out from underneath you and put the earlier events under lock and key. he doesn’t. a beat passes and then another. the muffled music matches the atmosphere. muted, on the verge of breaking the silence.

the door opens and upbeat chords slice through the air like a whip. a few voices dance just over the top, boisterous and joyful on the way to release. soobin surges forward and captures your lips.

you groan instantly, desire roaring inside you once again at his initiating. his hands grasp at your shoulders as you kiss him harder, licking at his lips until he lets you in. you can’t get enough as you suck on his tongue. soobin feels your fingers hook into his belt hoops and tug. your hips start to move in their own, bucking into his front.

the friction pulls a deep sigh from you onto his pretty lips, “hyung,”

his breath hitches. if soobin was somehow still on the fence about doing this, hearing you moan for him was the final push he needed. he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer, letting his hunger lead the way.

he can taste the tangy lime on your lips and can smell the faint liquor when you pull away from his lips, only to trail down to his neck. you kiss the soft skin. his smell is intoxicating too.

before you get lost in yourself, the older man warns quickly, “no marks.”

like some dirty secret. it turns you on even more. you know it does for him too. “got it,”

you press against him harder, dipping into his neck and licking the sweat off. you nibble and lick at his salty skin, rocking your hips against him in fervour. his chub hardens under your ministrations and he moans shyly by your ear.

a small creak and the dj’s booming voice fills your ear, indiscriminate and accompanied by cheers of the audience. then you’re alone again.

soobin kicks up a leg and hooks it around your waist, getting leverage to fuck into you. one of his hands drops from behind your neck to in front, urging you closer with a firm grip. can't have you thinking you're in charge here. even as you grope at his body, humping him like a dog in a rut.

the desperation sets him alight. the fire consumes you. or maybe it’s the alcohol. maybe it's the risk. you needed him. right now.

"hyung, can-can i suck you off?"

soobin's face explodes with heat at your request. he nods before he realises, biting his bottom lip. you fall to your knees even quicker, nuzzling into his bulge. he can't help as his hips flit into your face, large hands coming to rest on your head.

he doesn't push or pull you away, but you gaze up at him through your lashes. his dick swells with blood and tents his jeans. it sticks out like a sore thumb against your handsome face and exacerbates its presence. he can’t stop staring your puffy lips, mesmerised as they slick and shine with his spit.

soobin swallows, starting to shake his head as reality sets in again, fighting against the sexual demand rousing in his gut. this was too far and extremely inappropriate. one of his most sought-out students literally on their knees in a filthy stall in even sleazier settings, begging for a taste. there was no going back after this.

he shouldn’t.

"wait, you're drunk yn." your hands come to fiddle at his belt, the other rubbing his dick through his jeans. you can feel yourself salivate at the heat it exudes.

"i'm not drunk, 'm tipsy. you might not know it because of the generation gap, but there's a difference." he rolls his eyes.

“i’m not drunk either,”

“then we’re both on the same page. been thinking about this cock since the start of term. everyone wants a piece of you, hyung. i want it."

his body betrays him, cock throbbing below your palm at the confession. you grin wickedly. you finally manage to tug down his jeans and boxers enough for his length to fall out. your jaw falls slack in surprise as you take him in your hands. “fucking big, oh my god.”

soobin blushes further at your vulgarity. you kiss at his cockhead before dragging your tongue underneath to taste his arousal. your hand grasps the base as you take him into your mouth. his grip tightens.

you let your saliva build to make the entrance smooth, gazing up at your attractive professor. he stares down at you in disbelief. he twitches in your mouth and your eyes flutter shut in satisfaction, taking him deeper. soobin pulls up his shirt, exposing his chiselled stomach, to watch as his dick disappears between your thick lips.

“ohh~,” he sighs, other hand curling into a fist at the warmth of your mouth. his hips jerk like he doesn’t know whether to pull out or go further.

you can’t help but moan at the feeling. this was so hot. he was so hot. a part of you couldn't believe he was single. and you couldn’t care less about the mysterious wet spot you started to feel on your right knee.

you quickly start bobbing your head up and down, dragging broken moans from the older man. pleasure cracks down his spine as the devil on his shoulder cackles in glee. you fist the base of his dick, covering what you couldn't fit into your mouth.

“oh my— s-slow down yn, fuuck,” the lewd wetness of your mouth bounces off of your ears, his sweet moans only spurring you on. you don’t think you’ve given such enthusiastic head in your life. the taste of his salty precum trickling down your tongue is only a welcome boost for your endeavours.

you hum and soobin feels his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the vibration around his shaft, fucking into your hollow moist despite his better judgement. you can feel as your dick strains against your jeans, crying for attention but you pay it no mind.

“yeah, just like that… you’re soo good, ha-ah!” soobin’s thighs shake by your head as he falls further into bliss with every obscene slurp coming from your skilled lips, fingers curling into your hair. he’s almost forgotten where he is: lucky for him it seems right now isn’t peak time for the drunken pissers.

you push yourself closer to him in response to his praise, until you’re almost directly underneath his body, and swallow your gag reflex. if it weren’t for his jeans, you would’ve had his thighs wrapped around your head. from where you are gravity pulls soobin’s throbbing length further into your tight throat with ease, leaving no space for him to get away even with his long legs. he wouldn’t want to anyway.

the sound of you finally gagging around his thick cock, your fingers on his thigh and ass urging him deeper, is enough for him.

he releases into your mouth with a loud gasp and a whiny groan, curling over your body as pleasure racks his body. your eyes squeeze shut as his bitter cum fills your mouth and swallow rapidly, moaning endlessly around your professor’s squirting dick. the excess spills from your lips when you pull away to breathe.

the older pants above you too and his shirt drops. it sticks to his sweaty skin and is too short to hide his arousal, sparking in the barely burning light with your spit and his sperm. leaning forward again, you guzzle down his cock to slurp up the remains. he welcomes the extra attention with a lazy smile.

“shit, that was..”

“best head you’ve ever had?” your eyes shine when you look up at him lying against the wall like he had all the strength stolen from him, cheeks rosy. soobin tears his gaze from you as you run your tongue over your tempting lips, teeth appearing with your pleased grin. innocent like the both of you weren’t on the verge of a lifetime ban from the club and probably academia in general on his end.

“s’up there,”

a couple of seconds pass and he realises you still need to be taken care of. his next move is only given a second of consideration as his critical thinking cap finally gets tossed out the window — the young man had already passed the point of no return as soon as the both of you walked into the stall.

soobin spins around to face the wall and pushes his jeans down to his ankle. he bends over slightly and spreads open his cheeks, revealing to you his asshole. where a black plug sits comfortably.

your gulp is audible as you make eye-contact with the toy. but you push past your shock to reach up and grasp it, watching soobin's back flex as you poke and prod at his squishy insides.

"t-take it out," you do so instantly, greeted with the sight of his puckered rim, wet and pulsing. suddenly you were starving again. before you can dive in, after setting the plug down on the toilet tank, soobin speaks up again, "do you have a condom?"

no fucking way.

"y-yeah, yeah, i do." after rustling in your front pocket, heart thumping in your chest, you pull out a shiny rectangle.

"fuck, what are you waiting for then? put it on, get inside me," he demands. it lacks the authority his booming voice usually holds, laced with lust and a neediness that makes you dizzy.

you scramble to your feet, apparently a little too slow for his taste. the older spins around and takes it from you, ripping it open with his teeth. he drags you into a messy kiss as he unbuckles your jeans and belt with calculated yet rushed movements, betraying his intentions.

you're rock hard — and leaking buckets — in his big palm and he marvels at how he has trouble wrapping his fingers around you. were you just being generous with your compliment about his size earlier?

you're too busy moaning and huffing at his grip to notice. soobin’s barely touched you, but the fact that he's touching you (the crush of basically every sane member at your university), and rolling a condom onto your sex, excites you like nothing other. not to mention, him just having emptied his sweaty balls into your stomach.

the beauty spins around with a sultry hum, arching his ass into the curve of your cock. akin to a page out of a playboy magazine. “you’re so unbelievably sexy,”

he grins at you just as the bathroom door swings open again. you take the burst of noise to push into him. you both moan freely at the burn of the intrusion. the men in the room are loud; you think someone’s holding the door open because the sound doesn’t cease like it should. you’re thankful it doesn’t.

“fuck!”

you press him roughly into the wall and fail to keep quiet at the warm, gummy feeling of his inner walls. soobin cries out in white-hot pleasure as your hips gain a life of their own, thrusting into him. every buck shakes the older man to the core. your athletic body is solid against his backside, hands gripping at his tiny waist. god, is this how you feel? like a place he could melt into with no worries?

soobin thinks you’re cute too, as you curse and whimper under your breath in consideration of not getting caught. he thinks about how that same mouth made him feel just earlier. your stiff cock doesn’t disappoint, filling him up and stroking his swollen prostrate easily. soobin can’t deny how his body responds to your gifted touch, how his pride swells at having you so shameless for his attention. he wonders if this is how you usually acted for some dick.

your enthusiasm translates with your wandering hands as they push up his cropped shirt to reveal more of his milky skin. his abs are dense under your touch, the muscles dancing below the surface. you rock your cock into him with firm circles, staring at where he consumes you with eager eyes and even eager movements — he greets you with hiccupped moans.

the thumping music doesn’t help the adrenaline sparking through his veins but it briefly hides the rippling connection of your sinful activities from the other fun-seekers. the sound cuts off and you’re left alone again. the energy doesn’t dissipate.

soobin throws his head back, fingers curling against the wall by his head when he feels you start pull him down and impale him further on your throbbing length, grunting by his ear. the way your fingers sink into his skin is strangely possessive. he shivers at the idea of you claiming him, or maybe it's the cold metal of your jeans against his bare ass, slurred whispers falling from his lips.

“fuck me, ffuck me! god, yn don't stop fucking me!”

“yeah, you like that?”

soobin nods in affirmation as you fuck the breath out of his lungs, dark hair flying up and down, eyes squeezed closed. shit, this was so bad. him getting dicked down by someone so much younger. he’s enjoying it too much. you’re having the time of your life. his sloppy hole feels like a heavenly respite to your aching needs. he massages and presses on all your right spots, like his ass was made to embrace you. like your lives were orchestrated for this moment.

you slip your fingers past soobin's open lips and thrust into his wet mouth to the rhythm of your hips. “look at me when i fuck you, sir.”

you tone is slightly condescending as you turn his head; using honorifics while he opens his ass and mouth for you like a two-piece whore.

but soobin does look at you. you feel yourself gasp as you meet his teary doe eyes from behind, eyebrows knitted in overwhelming pleasure. his pretty lips wrapped around your fingers and sucking like they were something else. a line of drool trickles down his chin from the disturbance.

a moan falls from your lips as he gazes into your eyes like a succubus with potent allure, tempting you to fall deeper into his web. his smooth walls squeeze your most sensitive areas and the pleasure crackles up your spine. you were already entrapped.

utterly irresistible. you watch his eyes flutter as you remove your fingers to instead curl them around his biceps. you pull his upper body up to rest fully against yours and his spine curves in tandem, head falling on your shoulder and opening his front up.

he can feel his hardness swing helplessly with every slap of your hips against his ass, legs starting to shake. his pliant body bounces back and forth with ease, but with the way he’s crying out, you'd think he was being pushed to the limits. it certainly felt like he was. one glance down at his stomach proved that.

“you're sho—! so deep inside—!" he can't help the hand that reaches out to caress the swelling you make in his lower abdomen, growling as it protrudes against his palm every time you bottom out. somehow you catch onto his words and do the same. too smart for your own good.

burning satisfaction envelopes your frame at the feeling of your cockhead poking away inside your professor's stomach, twitching uncontrollably inside him with an airy moan. sweat drips down your arms and legs. you were about to explode.

"hyung 'm close, uhmnn ah, c-can i?"

"y-yes," comes his breathless reply. your hand slips down to wrap around his cock and pumps roughly. that's enough to push soobin over the edge again, clamping down and pulsing around your hard cock with a wail.

the cord snaps inside of you too as you trap him against the wall with your strength. his taut ass grips you so tight in place as you fall into ecstasy, you can't keep your noises to yourself, moaning shamelessly when the feeling of fiery-hot pleasure spreads down to your fingers and toes.

your hand pumping his cock doesn't let up and soobin's eyes white out. he writhes against your body as you fill him up and send him spiralling into the depths of peak pleasure with hushed encouragement. each squeeze of his balls reflects in his stomach and rim, barely able to contain the cream you dump in his ass.

"shit," you heave and fall backwards after you regain some sense, your upper back resting against the other side of the stall. the air is stuffy. stuffier than it was before, anyway. euphoria ripples across your nerves as it melts away, leaving a satisfying ache in your muscles.

your eyes trail your eyes over soobin’s bent over form in front of you: the back of his head, down the dark patch along the curves of his shirt where it collected his exertion, down to where his rosy ass cradles your throbbing dick.

your cum seeps from the base of the condom, and you briefly wonder if it ripped inside him. not much time to think, because his pale ass slowly sinks down again until the soft flesh sits flush against your pelvis, drawing a sigh from both of you. you glance back up at your professor's side profile at his actions. his eyes are closed in contentment. you did that.

your palm lands on his ass and rub the smooth flesh before you reluctantly pull out. he slumps further, shiny puckered rim pulsating at the loss of something holding him open. you bite your lip at the indecent picture. then, you remember the plug perched above the toilet and slide it back in tentatively. with no complaint, soobin lets you pull up his jeans and boxers.

"...thanks. needed that,"

"don't thank me. thank you. i'm gonna be thinking about this forever." he turns around to face you as you convey your gratitude(?), but his handsome, flushed face disappears out of sight when he falls to his knees and tears off the condom.

"what are you— o-ohh," soobin swallows your softening length. seems like he wanted to return the favour. his mouth is so warm and wet as he licks up your creamy fluid, you flinch from the overstimulation. "ha-aa,"

he slides off with a pop of his lips, looking up at you as he tucks you back into your clothes. when he rises to his feet he regards your messy appearance, face bright in the afterglow of your orgasm.

"just make sure to keep those thoughts to yourself, got it?"

this could not get out.

"not even you?" you move closer and rest a palm on his lower back, oddly happy to be able to see his face again. he's so fucking pretty. it would be such a pity if this was the last time you felt him. you know he feels the same…

"could keep it between us instead. i have a couple more things i think i could teach you, prof."

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[definefaulty]

Reading your "topping teacher" reminded me of a similar-ish situation I often fantasize about: CEO boss bottom (bonus points if he’s older and bigger), all rough and intimidating in public... like... the kind of guy whose stare alone sends shivers through the office. But when he’s alone with his male secretary/assistant (who’s the top), that whole tough facade crumbles as he gets absolutely sensually ruined.

Something men in positions of power (or something like higher authority than reader) being soft, needy bottoms just hits so hard. HNGGG–

Anyway! Not a request or anything so no pressure, just a little yap because your piece reminded me of that vibe and I love it. And if you ever do something like this, I dont mind. I am just sharing a brain worm.

no this concept is so good love your brain worm 🙂‍↕️ ty sharing the brain worm~

[definefaulty]

i LOVED topping teacher. i just wish there was more dialogue.

ty i appreciate that feedback~

[definefaulty]

topping teacher

teacher x top male reader - mlm smut, teacher/student, age difference, fisting, breeding.

he was always the popular professor, handsome, kind, witty. his lectures were as entertaining as difficult to understand, and his smile was too charming to not return. he was always dressed in fitted shirts and pants that complimented his figure. he had a habit of fiddling with his glasses, perching them on the end of his nose while he read something or chewing on the end of them. and his laugh always echoed around the room with gorgeous amusement someone so good looking emits.

you assumed yourself a background character in his class, in his orbit of admiration and love-strucked eyes. you had good grades but stuck to the sidelines, his eyes on you were just too much really. and seeing someone like that from afar was enough, it had to be. on occasion though he would saunter over from that big oak desk and clap you on the shoulder, a confident smirk burning into you almost as hotly as his gaze seemed to be, his gravely voice complimenting your assignment, only being able to nod with a blushing face at his praise.

and then the moment passed, and you felt the invisible camera pan off from you onto the actual star of the show. it was enough though.

and when you turned in quizzes and tests earlier than everyone, when he gave you that dazzling grin that meant nothing but academic praise, it was enough.

then there was that time in the locker room. where things unraveled. it was after hours when the campus was quite empty, and the football team was some other place. you had forgotten something in the locker room, and while searching for it you realized that water was running, figuring that someone left a shower head on you walked briskly enough toward them—the water must have drowned out the noise is all. cause there he was, the steam billowing off his body, waves of water cascading down the muscles, the lines of his abs, the curve his of waist and his glutes, down those thighs. you weren’t staring just… shocked. and when he turned around his eyes were closed, his veiny hands running down his front, thumbs circling over his nipples, sliding down abs and his hips to drag over his erection that sent water droplets bouncing off it. his balls hung low and he sighed, spreading his legs a bit to lay back against the shower wall. he reached blindly for the soap hanging on it and began to spread soapy suds over his body, and then over his cock, slowly stroking himself over his length and circling the head. his other hand went down behind him, and you realized the moment his finger entered his ass because he gasped, in tone so damn sensual compared to his usual friendly voice you felt your dick jump.

his head rolled back, water flowing over his handsome features and parted lips. his moans echoed throughout the empty showers in a display of his sensuality, his body rocked against the wall, his hand pumping his member. you found yourself touching your own aching member, freeing it from your constricting pants. he sighed, and with a thrust he came into the air, ropes of his cum shooting out onto the tiles of the showers. you almost moaned with your own release hitting the ground. before he seemed to open your eyes you ran as quiet as you could, whatever you had forgotten left behind.

you couldn’t look him in the eyes for weeks. but he made appearances in your dreams, and fantasies. when he wasn’t looking you would stare and reply the scenes in your head, almost convinced it was a hallucination or a dream. to stare at him in class, friendly and instructing as usual, and remember his body underneath, his cock, the amount of cum he shot. you would squirm in your chair as you forced yourself to look at your paper, and try to think about anything else.

at one point he stopped you after class to chat, your face burning as he went on about the latest assignment coming up. he touched the back of his hand to your forehead.

“are you sick? you’re all red.”

you squirmed away from him, “no just… just stressed today, see—see you next time!”

almost blowing him off like that made you replay it in your head over and over. a pit in your stomach over having to see him again, at the same time it was exciting. you ended up missing a few classes, partly because of your embarrassment but mostly because convenient excuses came up.

at the end of the week you were walking down the sidewalk, heading back to the dorms in a downpour that soaked you, when a familiar car slowed beside you. under the falling rain and the jacket you held over your head you watched the window slide down, and partly hidden by shadow his handsome face looked at you a little concerned.

“i’ll give you a ride!” he shouted over the rain.

you could only swallow the dryness in your throat, and get inside, trying to track the smallest amount of water. he peeled off from the curb and kept looking at you side ways, as if you were gonna pass out or jump out the car.

he smelled nice, the car smelled nice, his hand rested on the stick between you. his veiny hand flashed the memory of him in the showers and you gulped, shifting in your seat as you tried to calm the growing excitement. he seemed to be clenching and unclenching his jaw, you watched it flex out of the corner of your eye. the radio hummed softly, rain pattering against the windows and the hood. his jacket was tossed in the back seat, the cuffs of his shirt rolled up to reveal his forearms, too busy tracing your eyes over them you hadn’t realized he wasn’t driving you to a bus stop. until you looked up to unfamiliar roads.

“where…” your voice felt scratchy and quiet, a sudden intrusion in the still atmosphere of rain.

“my place is close,” he responded, his voice made your hands clench, “we can dry you off. you can borrow some clothes, if you’d like.”

breathing felt like chasing wind, restless as watching raindrops on the window.

“okay.”

his house was a flat ten minutes from campus, the trees growing around it making it seem enclosed, and hidden. a gravel path led up to a small garage, and a small staircase to the front door. he parked it outside and you each got out in silence, both doors shutting one after the other. he led you up the stairs and held open the front door to let you in. the inside was wood flooring and biege walls, a two seater gray couch and small TV. potted plants lined a half-wall on the left obscuring the kitchen, the hall infront held three identical white doors. when the one behind you shut closed you turned around, just to see him, he dropped his bag and jacket on the floor and before you could really think he was crashing into you, his hands grabbing your shoulders, his lips smacking yours, suddenly his colonge was filling your nose, his wet lips parting yours for his taste to slide in.

it was feverish, like a branch snapping, his hands gripping and roaming over the back of your neck, you moved on instict grabbing his waist and sliding your hands down to squeeze his ass. he moaned into your mouth low enough to be a growl as you stumbled backward blindly, your back hitting the wall before you made it down the hallway. he got you into a room, his bedroom you realized, when he broke the kiss to pull your shirt up and over. rapidly you unbottoned his, threw it to the ground, hands clambering over his abs and arms, his own grabbed the erection in your pants, your knees hit the bed and you fell backward with him ontop of you.

you both paused to pant for air, staring into the others eyes. you couldn't help the flush in your face, the feeling this was a dream. but his hands and torso felt like fire against your skin, that sent all the blood to your dick, and when he moved his thigh against it slightly you groaned. his handsome face grew a smirk, his eyes trailed your face down to your lips, before he moved in to gently kiss you again. you held his ass to grind him on you, sighed softly as he nibbled on your lip, kissed, pushed his nose into your cheek. he kissed down your jaw and neck, across your collar bone, all the while your erections frotted below, and soon he was unbuckling your belt and jeans.

straddled on your lap he threw the belt off, and pushed your pants down enough to free your cock. he gently held it in his hand, felt the girth and length, still smiling. then he crawled off you to the floor, first kicking off his pants and then he kneeled. you stuttered a moan when his mouth envoloped your dick, his warmth craddling your cock, his tongue wrapped around it up, and he hummed as he went. you whispered his name over and over like a prayer, hands moving through his brown hair. he stared up at you, those same intelligent eyes of the proffesor sucking you off, his lips were beautiful around your shaft. and when he pulled off he kept stroking it slowly, to catch his breath, holding it infront of his face he flashed another grin. and he would move back down to swallow your inches and the precum you leaked.

"be a good boy," he whispered, "prepare teacher for a fucking."

you nodded, biting your lip. you traded places on the bed, he crawled forward on his hands and knees, you kicked off your clothes completely. you had to watch in awe for a moment, as he laid his chest down on the bed with his asshole presented to you, his cheeks were firm and round, his hole shaved and winking, his thighs thick and inviting.

"show me what you know, and i'll teach you the rest."

you gulped, and spread his cheeks, groping the meaty globes. your first lick of his hole made him sigh, and his back arch even further. he tasted slightly sweaty, but smooth, and his light musk mixed with his cologne, and you buried your face inbetween his ass-cheeks, groaning into his slit with your tongue proding, pushing, your hand slid down his thigh to grasp his cock, slowly spreading the precum over his tip, and the other grapped his balls to gently tug them.

his moans filled your ears in the soft warm light of the evening, alone his bedroom. the thundering of your heart made your cock throb, and you had to breath in through your nose and gasp, eating his ass like your final meal. he muttered under his breath in compliments, in moans, the walls of his hole gaped around your tongue, and you slid your fingers in with it.

"fuuuuck," he moaned in one long breath, "yes, good boy."

you smirked to yourself, working them to gently motion downward, feeling for his prostate. his cock leaked steadily into your hand, and you moved to lick up his precum, salty and thick on your tongue. when you buried your face back in he met you with a grind of his ass, moaning into the sheets.

when he was ready to take you he laid onto his back, those beautiful eyes never leaving your form, his legs pulled up to his chest, spread and waiting, you lubed up your cock and worked more into his hole, watching his chest rise and fall, his cock twitch, his hole relax. when it was ready you shifted closer on your knees, cock aimed at his entrance, you held him by the waist, and he wrapped his arms around your neck, brining your foreheads together. you could feel his sweat on your head, his breath on your face, the heat of his body on your whole being, you gulped.

he nodded, kissing you gently, and you thrust forward, your cock sinking inside like he was made for it. you had to moan, your weight shifting forward to push him back, his jaw clenched, his chest tightening until your member was fully inside, your hips flush with his ass.

"yes, god," he breathed, "you fill me up so good."

you grunted into his neck, your hands squeezing his waist, "c—can I?"

he nodded quickly, "do it hard."

the sound of skin slapping went in tune with his moans, every crash of your cock was almost what sent you over the edge, barely holding on to the expression of bliss on his face. having him like this under you was beyond your wildest dreams, and his fingernails dug into your back, reminding you it was real, you could feel every inch of his walls around your cock, the edge of an orgasm you were teetering on. his eyes would roll back and then meet yours again, his lips parted with every aching noise, when your lips met your tongue would dominate his mouth, eager to eat those moans, to fill yourself inside him completely, to fill him to the brim with yourself.

you had to pause, and he moved to lay you down, kissing you while he situated himself to ride you. you lay with your hands behind your head, watching in tense awe as your proffesor bounced on your cock, his own slapping up and down. he held onto your waist as his head laid back loosely, moaning into the air with every landing, your cock filling him deeply, stretching his body. your hands moved up his thighs, his waist, grabbed his pecs, he laughed and laid his hands over yours, your gazes meeting again, breathless and lost in the pleasure, the sun was setting then.

when you came it was with him on his hands and knees again, looking at you over his shoulder as your hips made his ass jiggle. his back was so sexy, arched, slim, he made these eyes at you as you fucked him, it made your whole skin hot with brand new shyness, made you feel like his boy-toy, like his dinner. you couldn't possibly hold it any longer, and unloaded inside his ass, with thrust after thrust of cum filling him up. he moaned and rocked, feeling your semen in his stomach.

after that, you flipped him on his stomach, giving him little time before your mouth was on his cock, and your fingers back inside his ass. he mewled and cried, as you hungerily bobbed his cock in your throat, and dug your fingers inside, getting three, and then four, before your hand managed to slip inside and he screamed, his cum erupting into your mouth. his taste was addiciting, you kept your face buried in his pubes, swallowing his cum as it hit the back of your throat.

he made you take a break then, so you brought him water, while he panted and smiled, shaking his head. your cock was hard again, and his hole was puffy and gaping. he let you stick inside again, gently thrusting in and out while he groaned and laid back. his hole gaped around your cock, leaking out creamy lube mixed with your cum. eventually you had his legs over your shoulders, his body folded under you, your whole weight slamming your cock inside again and again. he was so loud, and you didn't care at all, wanting to leave hickeys all over his skin, leave an impression of your cock, leave your cum so far inside he'd taste it. he realized what kind of animal he brought home, by the end of the night, his hole sore and his balls drained, your load across his back as you gingerly put a blanket over his ass, to go get a towel. he fell asleep like that, and in the morning neither of you knew what to do next, but of course you ended up having sex in the kitchen, his pants dropped and you bending him over the counter.

the next time in class, he was the one struggling to make eye-contact with you, cause his hole would throb with the memories, and his face would flush, and his cock would twitch. and you would sit in the front row, smiling to yourself as you watched him fidget, your erection straining in your pants. just as soon as class was over, and everyone left. you would take your sweet time packing up.

[definefaulty]

best friends dad x male reader

(mlm smut, oc x top reader, age difference, bathtub, overstimulation, daddy/dad talk, muscle bottom)

he’s smiling now, you realize. the thought comes distantly, like standing at the bottom of a mountain looking up at the peak. he’s on top of you, big, hairy, and beautiful. his sharp jawline clenches, his breath comes heavy and hot, he grinds his hips down onto yours tearing a quiet, whiney moan from you. his weight is almost crushing you in the most erotic way, and your throat feels raw and sore. both from the moaning and when he was fucking it.

his eyes roll back down at you as you feel his cheeks land on your thighs, your cock clenched and throbbing in the heat of his body. his eyes feed on your body, the expression you have. his thick hands move across your shoulders and you shiver. struggling to keep eye contact with him.

he’s your friends dad, probably forty something. and goddamn manly, tall, buff, always smells a little of sweat and pine. fuck, his hole clenches around your member in the most delicious and controlled way. you feel like a toy, a dildo he jams in a drawer somewhere just to shove up his cunt when he wants to. you feel precum leak out of you, your dick becoming more and more sensitive. he is relentless though, devouring the lost look in your eyes, the dazed pleasure of a man on the verge of cumming so hard for the past half hour. how had you lasted so long? probably how he seems to read every flinch of your body, senses the slightest tensing of your ballsack.

his own cum coats your chest, dry and the last one wet and hot, you taste his salty cum on your lips, it dripped down your chin and forehead, maybe it’s in your hair? he made you drink it already, you feel like he came all over you, like he’s marked his territory. like anyone will smell his semen soaked into your skin. you’re so hoarse from moaning but you give him more as his hips settle on you, his body is on fire. he huffs, looking down at you.

“how are you feeling, boy?” he asks, his voice is breathless but deep.

“i…” you can’t help how helpless you sound, “i wanna cum… so—so bad, sir.”

he grins, wickedly. keeps moving up and down, up down, you’re cock is going numb from the pleasure , it’s white hot in your head, your stomach, your toes curl, you think your penis is ascending or something. his laugh brings the memories of his warm gaze, a hand on your shoulder while out hiking to this cabin. just the two of you, your friend taking the day with his girlfriend. so you hung out with his dad, you didn’t expect him to kiss you. or make out with you, or stuff his sweaty cock in your mouth, or sit on your face, or ride you for this long. you felt like you could break soon, or maybe turn to stone—like a statue.

he cradles your face in his hands, your entire view is just his face, and his tits, as he bounces. you can hear the slapping of skin, and you know your cock is about to explode.

“please! please! oh my god—oh,” you can only keep the eye contact.

he smiles, grunting as his ass lands harder on you, you feel your cock push further, his ass gets tighter.

“you gonna nut boy?”

“yes! yes daddy, sir.”

he smiles wider, his hole clenches harder, “call me daddy, bud.”

“daddy!” you feel it coming like a tidal wave, your whole body tenses, mouth falling open, “daddy! dad! i’m cumming, i’m cumming inside my daddy! FUCK!”

you scream, eyes going back as you feel the warmth shoot through you like electricity. he groans and moans, you feel the wet sticky mess of your cum erupting inside him as he keeps riding, wet squelches being made as your cum is churned inside his pussy. his tongue hangs out as he slams his ass down again, and again. you feel tears rolling down your face as it starts to get overwhelming, almost painful. your cock is abused by his hairy man-cunt, as he milks your load for all its worth. when he slams down a final time you whine, starting to cry. you see through blurry vision he furiously strokes his cock, and you wonder how he has another load, and then it hits your face warm and wet, another four ropes of semen painting your face forcing your eyes close.

he pants and you feel your cock finally slide out of him. your body is sore and your dick especially. you feel his weight shift to your side and his thumbs clean cum from over your eyelids, and they flutter open to find his face an inch from yours. his eyes are warm again, after he’s ridden you for almost an hour and soaked you in his cum. he kisses your cheek, and jaw, on the other side too, his hands cradle you. his arms wrap around you.

“i’ll wash you up, kid, you did so good for daddy. okay?”

you nod and hiccup, cuddling into his big hairy chest. your cock is getting hard again, pressed against his thigh in this position. you feel a dread at the prospect of the bath, but your cock belongs to him now. and his hand is stroking you so gently, as he whispers in your ear.

getting to the bathroom involves stumbling down the hall as his mouth sucks on your neck, his hand lazily gripping your cock. he grinds his own against your thigh, nipping at the lobe of your ear.

the water runs hot and quickly makes the room steam, he gets in after you taking up most of the room in the tub, which he’s filled up to a good height. the bubbly water sloshes around him as he slowly lowers inside, your gaze is fixated on his body, his hands spreading soap and water over his his pecs. he smirks at you and beacons you over with a finger. you gulp and slowly crawl forward, feeling the heat from his body as you kneel between his legs. he gently brings you into his chest, tilting your head up to kiss you as his hands roam down your back, and slide around your hip to grasp your cock. he tugs you under the water as the kiss turns sloppy, his tongue filling your mouth with his spit. your hands find his chest to squeeze and tease his nipples, and he chuckles against your mouth, his tongue sliding over your lip.

you groan and drop your head against his chest, as his hand keeps steadily working your dick. when he laughs you feel the vibrations through your head.

“you wanna fuck me again?”

you nod weakly, so sore and so spent, but somehow still painfully hard. he lifts you up by the hips, grinning as your shaking form rises above him, and places your cock between his pecs. he flexes and pushes them together as you start moving your hips, thrusting your cock between his hairy wet pecs, the tip touching his mouth. it tickles, but makes your brain foggy again with the visual. he opens his mouth, letting his tongue hang out to catch your tip, licking the precum spilling from it. you sigh and almost go crossed eyed, your fingers running through his hair.

“good boy,” he hums, “so hard for me.”

you nod, grind your pec into tits. he hums and lowers his mouth to suck it up as you thrust, a moan escapes you as the heat of his mouth shocks you, a tear running down your cheek. already you’re shaking again, as his cheeks hallow out to bob on your dick, he deepthroats you and pushes his face into your pelvis, looking up at you with strong dark blue eyes. you clutch his head as you double over, your cock encased in his throat as he swallows and drags his tongue over it.

when he pulls off he gasps, face a bit red and smiles, you hold onto his shoulders trying to keep yourself from cumming. he repositions himself on his knees leaning over the edge of the tub, with you behind him you can see his massive globes peaking out from the bubbles, his wide muscular back spread out.

“c’mon son, stick your meat in my cunt,” he groans, his hole spreads before you, opening and closing to match his words.

you lean over his body and let your dick slide inside him easily, having to bite him as your brain short-circuits, holding his muscular body to yours, he moans loudly and grins with his head thrown back.

“shoot inside one more time, bud, make daddy proud!”

you groan and drag your hips back, till just the tip is held by his sphincter, and slam forward as hard as you can muster.

“YES! fuck yes!”

you hold his body and lean your head forward against his back, eyes squeezed shut as you fuck like a machine, water sloshing over the edge and your core burning with the effort. he moans and mumbles, whatever image you had of him destroyed by the slutty man here, taking your cock at an insatiable pace, tongue hanging open as he moans about how good it is.

“fucking me so good, bud, gimme more,” he says with effort.

you feel his body clenching you with every thrust, having to fight to get your cock back inside and out. he feels bigger than ever, even as you top him. you move your hands to clutch his pecs underneath, feeling sweat drip down your back, panting and thrusting. his moaning gets louder and you feel him start throwing his ass back, the colliding of your bodies sending water over to the floor, your moans sync, your hand travels down his abs to stroke his dick, feeling your body rock with the force of his.

“i—i can’t hold it.”

“cum with me, cum with daddy,” he says breathlessly.

he turns and clutches your hair to kiss you, your thrusts hit and you feel him tighten as his dick shoots out the tub, you force your cock inside another two times, smothered against his face by his massive arm, and start cumming too. he seems to jerk and groan, your hips stuttering as you release the second biggest cum of your life, for the second time inside his ass. he lets you go to slump forward and you follow, laying against his back. you both breath heavily, and you feel your eyelids fluttering shut. every muscle in your body spent, you can feel his laugh as you pass out, his arms holding you up, and hear him tell you he’s proud.

“what a man you’ve grown into.”

you can only think that you have serious daddy issues as sleep takes you.

[definefaulty]

bully x top male reader

he’s a huge bully, and also a huge bottom—so that makes your study sessions interesting.

(f slur, mlm smut, breeding kink)

~

“hey, shithead!” he calls out from somewhere behind you.

you feel a light thump on the back of your head, sighing and rolling your eyes you turn to see him sitting a few desks down, a smirk on his stupid face, big thighs spread, and an open empty notebook where he tore out the page he threw at you. his two pals stand around him, looking at you with disinterest. but his eyes stay focused on you, his sharp canine’s peaking out from his lips.

“what,” you say with a deadpan, not really as a question.

“let’s have a study sesh’ again, huh?” he says back, an eyebrow quirking upward.

your jaw clenches, the hand under your desk clenching as your heart starts speeding up, you swallow dryly, trying to force the growing erection away by will power.

“sure.”

you turn back around, catching only whispers from his friends who don’t understand why he has you over for… study sessions. it’s not like his grades are improving anyway. you squeeze your pencil in hand feeling his familiar hot gaze on you, one that pierces you and makes your skin flush, your stomach flip, your dick stir. he’s making you insane, and probably isn’t affected by you in the fucking slightest.

~

but anyway, you’re standing at his door after school. the sun is low in the sky but still emitting a warm glow on your back, your hands starting to sweat around your backpack straps. you stare at the ground, almost questioning your shoes on why they walked here again. you look up and knock, quietly and only twice. it takes a couple seconds for footsteps to approach, and you catch a glimpse of him in the window, through the shudders.

the door clicks and opens, he stands almost a foot taller than you, muscular and handsome. wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts, his cologne fills your nose, some masculine sharp scent. his lips twitch when you meet, especially as your eyes dart to his mouth, his chest. you clench your backpack straps, and he opens the door all the way, keeping his eyes on you as he jerks his head to the side. you walk in.

everytime it feels like you’re walking into a trap. or chernobyl, some forbidden place you don’t belong. like you’re crossing and recrossing a boundary you know you shouldn’t. the door closes behind you and you hear the lock, your fate sealed. you’re fucking hard. he saunters around you, his eyes trailing over your whole body like something he’s going to buy—maybe he already owns you. as he walks in front of you his eyes stay on your bulge, your hands in fists at your sides. he makes eye contact with you suddenly, playful and hungry and hot. you dart your eyes away, clearing your throat.

“s—should we, go to your room?”

he snickers, and reaches forward to unclasp your belt. the metal clangs loudly on the hardwood, and he unzips your pants, his hands digging inside to move your underwear and tug your cock out. it throbs out in the open through your zipper, fully erect and starting to drip precum. you’re already breathing hard and blushing, your legs shaking a little as his strong hand lightly moves down your dick, he rubs his thumb across the slit, gathering the precum on his thumb and bringing it to his mouth. a shiver runs through you.

“yeah,” he says, lowly, “follow me.”

he turns around, his other hand suddenly grabbing your cock and he pulls you forward by it, your legs awkwardly stumbling to follow. his warm grip makes you bite your lip, the subtle pleasure washing over you in waves. his room is nice, cleaner than you thought it would be the first time you came here (literally) and he has a big mattress on the floor. you shut the door behind as he releases your dick, laying down on the bed. he nods to the space in front of him, laying his hand behind his head and taking his phone out.

“i’m too sore to study, massage me.”

you swallow, letting your backpack fall off your shoulders by the door. you cross his room and kneel in front of him, your dick this close to his body makes you take a sharp breath in. with shaking hands you reach forward and grab his foot, massaging his sole with your thumbs. he watches you lazily, his hooded eyes blinking slowly. your cock throbs under his gaze, your hands move up his foot to calf, it’s smooth, big, you massage him there on the back of his leg. avoiding his eyes, avoiding how close your cock is to his foot. fuck you can’t be this into this.

you slide your hands up more, his thigh, as smooth as his calf and thick with muscle. he groans very lightly, almost inaudible under his breath. as you massage he stretches out slightly, and you feel his sock rub against your cock and flinch, having to chew on your cheek to keep a moan from spilling. you hear him snicker, and look up to find his eyes looking up at you, his phone in hand.

“somethin’ wrong, buddy?” he says, and pushes his foot against your cock.

your eyelids flutter, your fingers digging into his thigh.

“no, hmfuck.”

a smirk grows across his face, and he bites his lip, his eyes moving down to your cock. he breathes in slowly as he drags his foot up and down your dick, you swear, starting to pant and almost buck your hips.

“you’re such a dirty little fag,” he whispers in a husky tone, you see his chest start to rise quicker, and his cock stirs in his shorts, “fucking weirdo, perv.”

you grab his foot and start grinding your cock against him, hard as fuck and going delirious, your eyes staring at his growing tent. he drops his phone to his side and starts palming himself, his hand squeezing around his girth giving you a good view of his bulge.

“fuck,” he huffs, his other hand starting to move down his body, giving his big pec a squeeze, “you’re so big—and fuckin’ horny, loser.”

you huff, eyes rolling as you thrust your cock across his foot. he swallows, pulling the front of his shorts down to jerk himself at the sight of you. you feel your mouth salivate as he tugs his shirt up enough that it rests atop his pecs, his nipples hard. you grab his shorts and move them the rest of the way down, and he lifts his feet so you can toss them behind you. you grab his legs and push them up as you crawl forward, his face is flushed, chest heaving, he avoids your gaze as you bury your face into his ass, your tongue lapping at hole. too high pitched a sound comes out of him as your tongue pushes inside, his hand getting slick with precum as he strokes. he pinches his nipple with the other hand and you lick his balls as you push two fingers inside him.

“fuck!” he moans at the penetration, his legs moving closer to his chest, “hurry!” he whines.

you work your fingers inside him, licking his ballsack and taint, his thighs quiver around your head and you leave a few marks on them. you angle your fingers upward, taking over his cock as his hands move to both his pecs, his tongue hanging out as he moans. it always drive you insane, to watch him become a slut. for you, your slut. you jerk him furiously, his precum becoming louder in his room to match his moaning. his hole clenches around your fingers as you dig deeper inside him, you lick your lips and then wrap them around his cock, he almost yells as you sink down, feeling him reach your throat. you hum and bob on his cock working his prostate with your fingers, he moans your name in feverish whispers, eyelids fluttering closed as his hips jerk up into your hand and down on your fingers. its not long before his jaw drops, desperate eyes opening for a moment to make contact with yours as he tugs his nipples.

“FUCK! i’m-i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna fucking cum! DRINK IT ALL FAGGOT!”

he erupts in your mouth and you slam your fingers inside him, he yells for the whole orgasm, legs shivering as his hole clenches, his balls pulled up tightly as ropes of his semen fill your mouth. you swallow, moaning around his cock as you keep fingering him, your other hand moves down to unbutton your pants and tug them down, kicking them behind you. he squeals, his hands trying to push your head off his cock weakly. you slide your fingers out and he sighs gasping, he’s shaking as you quickly move upward to be ontop of him. he opens his eyes, tearing already, his cheeks red.

“w—wait—“

you growl, like something primal and slam your cock inside his ass, he throws his head back, eyes rolling, and a loud long moan escapes him. his hands push weakly on your torso as you get your shirt off, and pinch his nipple again.

“FUCK! slow down, i’m uh—“ he moans and swears, tears falling down his cheeks as you mercilessly fuck him, your cock pounding deep inside setting off every nerve of pleasure inside him, his words mumble and merge, thoughts interrupted with another slam of your cock.

“you love this,” you snarl, wrapping your hand around his throat, his eyes meet yours, lost in bliss, “you fucking love being my slut, fucking fag,” you spit into his parted mouth, as you feel him clench tighter around your cock, “tell me you love it.”

he nods dumbly, his legs wrapping around you and his hands scratching across your back, “i love it! i’m your fucking slut, fuck me—fuck me—get me pregnant, cum inside my pussy! i’m yours!”

“fucking hell,” you swear, having to put your whole weight on him to shove your cock in his ass, his eyes are rolled back, tongue hanging out his mouth as you fuck him.

your release is being milked out of you, his muscular body holding you as tight as his ass does your dick, every inch of his wet walls clenching and sucking you in. sinful wet noise fill his room, he cries out, and you moan as your orgasm feels just at the edge, trying to hold out another moment. he surprises you when he drags you down for a kiss, hot, sweaty, his tongue quickly filling your mouth. he hadn’t kissed you before, and your skin flushes all over as your orgasm rapidly hits you. you thrust your cock balls-deep as you start shooting cum, feeling him hold you even tighter as warmth spreads around your dick with rope after rope of cum fills him up. it takes a couple seconds for your high to come down, and you groan, sitting back on your knees to take your cock out.

you both breath heavily as he lowers his knees, his hole properly bred. you gulp, taking in the hickeys you’ve left across his skin. you can’t help replaying the kiss in your head, a new flush filling your face. you hear him clear his throat and jump.

“get me… a towel… or something… dork,” he mumbles, removing his shirt.

“o—oh yeah,” you stumble onto shaky legs, darting out the bedroom to the bathroom.

he purses his lips, only able to try and save face as his heart pounds. his fingers move to trace the ghost of a kiss on his lips, and he bites his cheek—you’re driving him insane, been since the first time he sat on your virgin dick.

[definefaulty]

you need to add tags into your yeonjun fic! like yeonjun x male reader, kpop x male reader, sub txt, sub kpop. bottom yeonjun, etc

oh shit thank you 😭

[definefaulty]

can you do drunk sex with power bottom stepdad/stepbrother?

this is so fierce actually omg~

male reader x power bottom

he smelled already, lazily man-spreading on the couch with a beer bottle hanging between his fingers, a pile of empty ones at the side of the couch. shutting the door closed behind you let a sigh, crossing the short entry way into the kitchen, you’re depressed ass stepbrother on the couch opposite.

“got dumped?”

he grumbles something in response, bringing the bottle to his lips for another swig.

it was common enough for the guy, even though he was good looking. he was also an idiot, and irritating. you had gotten familiar with those personality quirks as he’s been living with you for a few months now. it wasn’t all bad though, that good looking idiot was at least good to look at.

even in his little three day stupor’s of alcohol he was handsome, tall, he would get a beer gut someday, but for now his tanktop laid across his fit stomach. your eyes rolled, moving to the pantry to grab a plastic bag. you start picking up the empty bottles, feeling his hazy eye’s drift over to you as you kneel next to the couch.

he adjusts his crotch as he watches you, placing the last bottle inside and carrying the bag into the kitchen. when you’ve you put it down next to the trash, you walk for the exit into the rest of the apartment. but suddenly he’s standing in front of you blocking it, his face red around the cheeks, lips pressed into a small frown. his stubble is grown out from the few days, his hair messy, his eyes seem to move down your body. you swallow, avoiding looking at him.

“what?”

he smirks, a hand moving to wrap his finger around one of your belt loops. he tugs you slightly, and you almost stumble into his chest, smelling the booze off him.

“you’re cute, y’know,” he mumbles, his hazy eyes looking back up to you, “cuter than that… fucking girl.”

your eyebrows furrow, a hot sweat starting to drip down your neck.

“fuck are you on about? move.”

he shakes his head, and pulls you against him, your chin collides with his pecs, the warm material of his tank touching your skin. he grabs your wrist and moves it onto the small of his back, your eyes widening and heat rising up your neck.

“d—dude?”

he shushes you, tilting your chin up to look at him. he’s drunk, and hot, and the taste of alcohol hits you when he kisses you, his stubble tickling against your face. he seems to sigh as your mouths melt into each other, his tongue sliding in as if it was natural, your hands move to grope his ass as if that was normal too. you feel his groan reverberate as his hands move to grab your face, biting on your lip, his hips rock into yours, both of your hardening dicks rubbing against each other.

you gasp as he pulls back, your lips wet with the other’s spit. he smiles at the look on your face, beginning to walk backwards to the couch again, slightly unsteady on his feet. when the back of his knees hit the couch he brings you down ontop of him, your legs inbetween his thighs. he sighs, rolling his head back and running his hands through his hair. his body is like fire under your hands, your head reeling from the kissing. he looks back up at you with a wicked smile, and you feel his hands move to your waist, inching underneath your shirt.

“hey,” he says in a low, raspy voice, “i’ve been so fucking horny lately,” he makes his point grinding his erection against you, biting his lip in pleasure, “won’t you help your big brother out?”

his hands slide up the back of your shirt, warm and rough, you suppress a shiver. and nod, your cock straining in your pants.

“good boy,” he mumbles.

your lips clash again, your hand grabbing his neck as you grind your cocks together. the sound of your breathing fills the room, the taste of beer fills your mouth. he breaks the kiss to almost rip your shirt off, pulling off his tank too. he grabs the back of your head to push you to his nipple, your mouth latching onto it. he rubs your face against his pec, breathing loudly, and pushes you into his pit.

“fucking good lil’ perv,” he breathes.

his musk is heavy, and you grope his pecs as you lick his arm, his bicep. you move further to his collar bone and kiss to his neck, leaving a hickey. he swears, and roughly pushes you forward onto your back. you gasp, watching with heavy breaths as he lazily stands, undoing the button on his jeans and pushing them off. he’s not wearing any underwear, and you gulp as he moves to knees above your head, his cock dangling over your face.

his fingers hastily get your pants down, throwing them off to the side with your underwear. he huffs, grabbing your dick roughly. his head moves down and you moan as his wet mouth envelopes you, sinking forward until his nose brushes your balls. with your parted he thrusts his hips down, getting his cock into your mouth. you both moan around the others dick, and he starts sloppily sucking you off, as his hips grind and drop his cock in your mouth. you can only breathe through your nose as his balls slap against your face, his musky cock assaulting your throat, his mouth drooling all over your dick.

he pulls off with a gasp, his hand roughly jerking you off as he licks your balls, picking one up to suck in his mouth. you groan under his dick, trying to get his hips up to breath, he forces himself to stay in for a few seconds as rubs his hands over your tip before he lets you breathe.

you both gasp in the dim lighting of the living room, and he sits up, arching his back to look at you.

“fuck, dude, i need you to fuck me.”

“wha-“ you gasp, he moves forward sitting on your chest, rolling his neck.

“yeah, i fucking need dick.”

he sits on your face, his sweaty ass blocking your air. he chuckles as your hands shoot to his cheeks, groaning under his weight as you lick his hole. he jerks your cock, wiggling his hips as your tongue breaches inside.

“fuck, yeah, eat me out little brother,” he growls.

you feel him throat your cock again, his own laying hot against your chest. you breath his musk in through your nose, your tongue buried in his ass. when you smack his cheeks you feel them bounce against your face. and you have to clench your ass to stop from cumming as he loudly moans with your cock in his mouth.

he pulls off with a wet pop, laughing as he moves off your face. you gasp for air, watching as he moves to sit on your cock, ripping a moan from you as his hole sucks you in. he growls, his walls squeezing your dick.

“fuck,” his hands grasp your thighs, “try not to bust too soon.”

he starts riding your dick, fast and hard, his asscheeks bounce against your pelvis as he moans throatily. you grab his waist as his weight drives your cock in him, the depths of his cunt squelching with every bounce.

“yes! you’re fucking my pussy little brother,” he moans, “you’re my fucking dildo perv, all mine.”

you can hear smiling, only able to moan as you try not to cum. his ass is tight and warm, every bounce clenches your cock so hard you feel on the verge of cumming each time. he pushes his ass down and grinds, his muscular back is sweaty, and arches with his body roll. you swear, head tipping back as he only gives you a second to hold on.

he starts riding again, your hands squeeze his ass as you try to keep it in. but his hole is quickly milking you, and you gasp and moan as you feel yourself getting too close.

“i can’t— i’m gonna fucking nut, dude!”

he chuckles darkly, side eyeing you. you swear his ass gets tighter.

“can’t hold it, you perv? gonna cum in your stepbrother’s ass?”

you cuss, eyes rolling back as he mercilessly bounces on your cock.

“give me a good load, bro, fucking fill me up!”

your resolve breaks, your hips straining up as you cum. its long, and you almost yell as your sperm fills his ass. he grinds with your cock again, the sensitivity making you flinch. he stands up letting your dick fall onto your stomach, and moves to jerk off over your face. you breath hard watching his muscles flex, his hand quickly stroking his dick. his hazy eyes close as he starts moaning, and his nut hits your face in ropes.

“ha..” he breathes, making sure the last drop comes out, “hm, good, good boy.”

he ruffles your hair, stumbling down the hall as you catch your breath.

“i’m not the perv,” you huff, standing up to clean.

[definefaulty]

i feel like its giving muscle bottom on this account kinda

[definefaulty]

a backup dancer and an idol

(mlm smut, top male reader x yeonjun, blowjob, raw, haven't proof-read this lol)

backup dancers should act more appropriately than this, you know that much, but unfortunately your self-control leaves something to be desired. almost as much desire as you always seem to stare at him with, he is—everything, cute, sexy, you try to stop as his lips, so plump and red, but often enough you look lower, how much his waist goes in, the soft curve of his ass.

having the hots for an idol is totally fine, so long as they never, ever, know about it. which would have worked except now you catch him looking at you, or no, he’s been catching you looking at his butt, and doing nothing smirking and turning away. getting a boner in the middle of practice is, uncool. so you’ve been forcing yourself to try and avoid him. not look at him, walk to other side of the room of him, that sort of thing.

it’s working well enough, till he manages to catch you in the hallway, his hand grasping your arm, your shocked eyes darting to his.

“why are you avoiding me?” he asks, it’s not really emotional, just straight to the point, almost like he already knows.

“i—i’m not, i uh..”

he smirks, those luscious lips turning upward, “oh, c’mon. let’s talk privately.”

his voice draws a heat to climb up from your chest, sparks bad feelings in your stomach that you shouldn’t have. he grips your wrist and drags you down the hall, finding some kind of small break room with a couch, table, and a door he locks behind you. casually he takes a seat, patting the black leather of the couch next to him.

“i don’t want to have a problem with my dancer, so let’s talk it out,” he says, a kind of teasing smile on his face.

you nod, and carefully sit next to him. your nerves are on fire just with how close you are, then he places a hand on your thigh, you jolt, your arms pinned to your sides. his eyes look at you playfully, moving down to your crotch as you feel yourself start to get hard. your mouth is dry and your feel flushed. he leans in way too close, curious eyes darting around your gaze, and looking down at the tent you’re starting to pitch.

“i haven’t done anything to upset you, right?” he asks, without any worry in his voice, you stare into eyes even as you feel his fingers move closer.

“n—no, of course not.”

“then,” he looks back up at you, smooth lips curving up into a smirk, “is something bothering you? something i can take care of?”

his hand suddenly grabs your bulge, squeezing it a moan is ripped from you, eyes widening in panic your hand quickly grasps his wrist.

“you, we can’t do th—“

he darts in, kissing your lips. you feel the butterflies turn to fireworks as his soft plump mouth tangles with yours, his tongue darting out as you gasp, filling your mouth with the taste of him. whatever resolve you had dissolves, your eyes shutting as your hand grabs his waist and the side of his face. he moves, straddling your lap, and grinds himself onto your cock, moans melting into the kiss, his hands clasped lightly around your neck.

when he pulls away you feel almost dizzy, and unbearably hard, your hinds grinding his hips down. he chuckles, biting his lip, his fingers playing under the collar of your shirt, his warm fingers sends shivers from your collarbone spreading warmth through your chest.

he kisses your cheek, your jaw, moving down your neck as he slowly climbs off your lap, settling on his knees in front of you, his fingers hooking around the front of your pants.

“oh fuck,” you mutter below your breath.

“if you don’t wanna get caught,” he whispers, undoing your button and zipper, “try not to be loud.”

he drags your pants down to your ankles, burying his face into your bulge. your jaw drops, feeling his nose and breath against your dick. he kisses it through your underwear, groping your balls with his hand. his eyes stare up at you with his teasing glimmer, his tongue moves to drag along the underside of your cock and you hiss through your teeth.

he licks his lips, grabbing the hem of your underwear and tugging it down, your cock springing out throbbing. he gulps, his hand quickly wrapping around it.

“yeonjun you don’t have to…”

he begins licking the tip, your jaw snapping shut, his thick lips wrap around you and he moans quietly, slowly swallowing your length, letting his drool coat it and he works it into his mouth, his throat. he pushes his face forward till he lays flat against your pelvis, and your hands grab his hair without thinking about it, your head rolling back.

you move him back and forth, jaw clenching to hold in the noises, but he’s gurgling pretty loud around your cock regardless. his pouty lips wrapped around you and tears starting to fall from his eyes. his hands grasp your thighs tightly, keeping you from moving away if you’d even want to. you have to keep a shaky fist to your mouth, yeonjun pulls off your dick with a wet pop, swallowing and gasping. he smirks still, slowly stroking your throbbing member. his lips are wet, and his spit drips down his chin, a light flush across his face.

he kisses the tip of your dick, a shiver runs through you as he moves down the back of it, his tongue moving to lick your balls, a low chuckle humming from him. you can only gulp and stare, watching with awe as he starts sucking you again, every muscle flexing to keep yourself quiet. yeonjun hums with your cock in his mouth, and groan escapes you. he bobs his head quickly, a hand wrapped around the base.

when yeonjun pulls off again he spits messily on your dick, laughing quietly as he looks up at you. grabbing his shirt you drag him back up to crash your lips together, tasting your musk on his tongue. his hands move to your waist, slipping his hands underneath your shirt. his touch makes you throb and muffle moans into his mouth, suddenly flipping over and pushing him to lean onto the couch. he lands with a soft gasp, your fingers already moving to the button on his pants, you lick your lips, your eyes moving over his ass in this position, as yeonjun looks over his shoulder at you, with a small smirk, and shakes his hips a bit.

you pull down his pants and underwear, exposing his ass to you. you can see him redden, hiding his face into the cushions of the couch. you hold up a finger to your lips, your other hand caressing his cheek. he nods at you, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip.

you pull his cheeks apart, gathering spit in your mouth as your thumbs move around his pink hole. you dive in, tongue laping at his entrance, your hands groping his ass, pushing the skin against your face. you feel him squirm, low muffled noises coming from him. your tongue starts to push inside him, and you grab his cock between his thighs, lightly jacking him.

yeonjun gasps into his hand, his arching against your relentless tongue in his ass. his cock leaks precum, his thighs shivering as he shuffles them apart further. you pull back to spit on his hole, gathering it with your finger to slowly push it inside him, he breathes hard, trying to relax as your finger breaches. you keep fingering him at a steady pace, gathering his precum on your fingers to lick. his taste is arousing to you, as you get a second finger to slowly work it's way inside, pushing your fingers forward and massaging his walls.

your other hand moves his shirt up as his back, his thin waist tantalizing on display for you. you lean forward to kiss his back, moving up as your fingers work in him, kissing his shoulder blades and his nape. you grab his hair to tug his head up, locking another kiss with him. yeonjun’s familiar whines fill your ears, in this position your dick rubs against his thigh, and you grind yourself against him.

when your mouths part he gasps, and mutters, “f—fuck, put it in, please.”

you kiss him again, moving over behind him you smack your cock against his hole, he grins, his hands moving up to grip your hair. as you push inside him he breathes out, keeping an intense eye contact with you, arching his back and neck upward. when you get balls deep his eyes roll back, his hips pushing back against yours. you feel his walls clench around your cock, as his hand runs through your hair, a soft moan escaping his parted mouth.

when you thrust out and in he whines, beautifully coming undone underneath you. gripping his hips you pick up a pace thrusting inside him, with each one yeonjun rocks forward onto the couch, his hands grasping the cushion. you slide your hand down his arm and over his, your fingers curling tightly over his knuckles. he smiles, his eyes half-closed, his hole is so tight, his warmth bringing ragged breathes from you.

you run your hands up his waist, finding his nipples to squeeze, you kiss his nape again, letting your teeth suck on his skin. he laughs lightly, his hips moving back to meet your thrusts.

"so good, baby," he mutters, "fuck me like that!"

you groan against his sweaty skin, your hips driving harder. he moans a bit loudly and you quickly place your hand over his mouth, picking him up against your chest as you keep fucking him. his eyes move to the corner of his eyes to look at you, a smile underneath your hand. yeonjun holds your hand teasing his nipple, his other moving down to grasp his cock. he closes his eyes as you fuck upwards into his ass, having to bite the skin of his neck to keep your moans at bay.

with your release approaching you whisper against his ear, "i'm close... where should i..."

he moans something against your hand, and you slide it off as he turns to you, "breed me, baby."

you swallow, pushing him onto the couch, and drive your cock inside him with more vigor. you grasp his hair as you fuck him, eyes squeezing shut as you force your mouth to stay closed. with a final thrust your resolve breaks and you swear under your breath, as you feel yourself cuming inside yeonjun. you collapse onto his back, hugging him tightly as he squeezes his ass to milk you. when you finally stop cumming you gingerly pull out, smiling down at his hole, where your cum leaks slightly from.

"fuck," you whisper.

he turns around to face you, breathing raggedly and sweaty. his pants are around his ankles still, his shaking knees gently lowering himself to the ground. his dick is erect and leaking from the tip, and you quickly move down to take him into your mouth.

"shit! yeah, suck me baby," yeonjun moans, he grasps your head as you swallow his member.

you insert your fingers in his ass again, feeling his cock touch your throat, you swallow the taste of his precum, bobbing your head in time with your fingers thrusting in and out of him. he struggles not to moan, his hand clasping over his mouth, he looks down at you with eyes full of lust as you deepthroat his cock, digging your fingers inside enough to feel your warm load. his thighs squeeze around your head, his head dropping back onto the couch.

from here he looks so damn good, too. flushed and with half his clothes off, his body is sexy and showing signs of your love bites. you roll your tongue around his cock, curving your fingers against his prostate. he quivers, moving his head down to whisper at you.

"i'm fucking cumming!"

as he says that you feel his cum start to spew in your mouth, you quickly move your head all the way down his cock, burrying your fingers inside his clenching asshole. his sperm fills your mouth with his slightly salty taste, as his moans are barely held back by the back of his hand. as his cum slows to a stop you keep his cum in your mouth, making sure to suck his cock hard as you pull of. you meet his gaze as he comes down from his high, gasping, and pull him in for a kiss, pouring his own cum into his mouth, as your fingers jerk another flinch from him.

you feel his cum drip down your chin and it does his, as you slowly keep moving your fingers inside him. his hand wraps around your head and the other clasps your forearm, as his whiney breaths hit your face.

"fuck, that was so good," he mumbles.

you pull back gasping, seeing his lips wet with his cum. his licks it off his mouth, and swallows, giving you a teasing smile.

damn, you're cooked.

[definefaulty]

if you could write anything with txt getting dicked down i’m gonna cast a spell for you to get the sloppiest head of your life

SCREAMING and well i did want the next one to break into kpop so

[definefaulty]

dadson times two

(mlm smut, incest tw, top male reader, threesome, trans bottom oc, dad oc, dad x son)

finding your new stepdad hot is horrible. of course, but the man is obviously a slut, wearing those tiny shorts and slim t-shirts. of course, that’s probably to seduce your dad, but you are your fathers son and your dick wants some of that. your dad’s always been chill, you’ve jacked off together, even dirty talking about how you’d screw a bottom in the porno. so maybe, maaaybe he’d let you get away with it. their honeymoon is over and he got first dibs, sharing is caring n’ all that.

your new stepdad is almost thirty, slim body, with a nice round ass. there’s some scars under his pecs, and he always acts a little nervous around you. you’ve heard him squealing with your dad in bed before.

so it’s late at night and your dad isn’t home yet, your stepdad is lonely, and horny. you swear you can smell his arousal from his cunt. so you walk out into the living room without a shirt, sporting gray sweats at half chub. your stepdad is mid sip of water when he see’s you and chokes, water spilling onto his shirt.

“geez,” you drone, grabbing a towel from under the sink and walking over, dabing his chest with it, “hole in your mouth?”

“sorry ah,” he says, flushed, “uhm, you startled me.”

you smirk, dragging the towel down his chest a little low, “i’m not that quiet.”

“well, just, uh, are you warm?”

you hum, pretending to be confused.

he gestures to your naked torso, you seem him gulp, “nah, its comfortable.”

“right! yeah, that’s fine of course,” he says adverting his eyes, you see his knees press together.

you smirk and drop the towel on the island, moving behind him, “you look tense, dad,” you grab his shoulders and press your fingers in his muscle.

he coughs as you do, his hands flinching and then grabbing the sides of the stool he’s sitting on.

“yo… you’re calling me dad?”

“why not? you don’t like it?” you lean a little over his shoulder, letting your breath hit his neck.

“not that i!” he squirms a little in his seat, “i’m just, surprised.”

“well i know you two, consummated your marriage,” you say with an amused tone.

he says your name shocked, head turning to look at you with wide eyes.

“not very quiet, you two,” you say, holding his gaze, “actually it made me wonder something… if i could ask.”

you put on a bashful act, letting your hands drop to fiddle with.

his eyes dart side to side, before he shakes his head and turns around to face you, “of course, anything.”

“well,” you begin, trying not to laugh, “am i… measuring up to my pops?”

“measuring up-“

you drag your sweats down by the waistband, not wearing underwear your cock springs up, quickly filling out the rest of your length. his words die on his tongue as he stares slack jawed at it, his face heating up.

“i know he’s big, so, am i getting there?” you grab it by the base, give it a few shakes.

slowly his hands reach up, his fingers shaking as he slides his palm down the underside of your cock, the other lightly touching the head.

“j… just as big, as your,” his eyes meet yours, guilty and wet, and so horny, “father, i-“

you grab his head and bring him forward, he gasps, lips parted, but you don’t put it in yet. just rest your length against his face, sighing heavily.

“dad,” you whine, “i’m so hard right now, can you help me?” you lean forward to stare into his eyes, shocked and shiny, cute, “i’ll help you too, your daddy won’t be home for a while, y’know…”

he gulps, his eyes starting to cross looking at your cock.

“you need this right now, don’t you? don’t worry, daddy loves us a lot, he won’t mind if we share,” you grin, slowly dragging yourself down his face to his waiting lips.

your stepdad meets your gaze as his lips part for your cock to enter, his tongue feels warm on the underside of it as he easily swallows it balls-deep into his throat.

your moan is gravely, eyes rolling around as you finally sink into the pleasure of his mouth. he keeps his shiny eyes looking at you as he swirls his tongue around the tip. moving his head back in rotating motions he drags his lips till only the tip is inside and then swallows your shaft. the wet sounds fill the kitchen with your moans, your thrusts starting to meet your stepdad’s mouth.

he whines and gurgles around your dick, his hands moving out to grasp your thighs. with your hand on the back of his head you fuck his throat heartily, a grin growing on your face as his eyes fill with tears that pool down his cheeks.

his flushed face is a beautiful sight, and the thought of your dad getting to fuck him every night makes your dick throb in his mouth. his legs are parted now, a wet spot beginning to grow between his thighs. you lick your lips breathing in deeply through your nose, every once of your will power directed to drawing this out.

he pushes his face flush to your pubes, eyes staring at you as he stays there deepthroating it.

“fuuuck, shit, you’re so good at sucking dick dad,” you say with a wink.

he seems to squirm in his seat, his knees closing together. you can imagine his wet pussy already throbbing, the veins in your dick pop at how you know he wants his new stepson to pound his cunt.

he finally pulls back with a gag, a thick amount of spit and precum connecting your cock to his mouth as he gasps for air. his spit lands on his shirt, his hips wriggling on the kitchen stool.

“you need me don’t you dad?” you lean down with a hand on his shoulder, meeting his bashful gaze, “tell me, slut, tell your boy to eat you out.”

his eyes squeeze shut, hands clutching on the ends of his shorts. he gulps, and meets your gaze again.

“f.. fuck, take me.”

good enough, you think, and ravish his lips with your own. he gasps on your mouth, your tongue invading and wrestling with his. his hands clutch your shoulders, running over your skin and wrapping around you neck as he moans. you pick him up by his hips to settle him on the island, your cock finally pressing against his clothed pussy.

his body shivers, your briskly rip his shirt over his head, your mouth darting down to his exposed nipples. he squeals a little when you make contact, sucking and lightly biting. you grind your cock wet with his spit into his pussy, feeling the warmth of his arousal against you. you kick your sweatpants fully off, excited at being totally naked in the kitchen. his legs wrap around your waist as you grind and place hickies up his neck. his moans echo around the kitchen, as you push his to lay down.

his legs spread and you move to kneel on the island, hornier than you’ve ever felt. you kiss his pussy through his shorts, he bends and moans.

“please,” he cries, “e—eat me out!”

“fuck,” you cuss under your breath, feeling his wetness through the shorts.

you tug them off of him, revealing the nearly see-through panties he’s wearing. your cock throbs, grin spreading as your fingers pinch the sides.

“you really were waiting to get fucking pounded.”

he whines, holding his legs up by the knees, biting his lip. the panties are black and faintly you can see his inviting folds, dripping wet. you lick your lips, dragging your gaze up his presented form, he looks at you with his chin tilted down, eyes doey, and face flushed. you crawl forward with an eager smile, leaning down to grab the hem of his panties with your teeth. he gulps, his toes pointing downward.

he smells so good, a whiff of his body soap, fruity and light. mixed with his slick, you tug them off with your mouth. flicking them off the island with a turn of your head, your hands spread out his smooth thighs, his shameful cunt fully exposed to you.

unable to wait a second longer, you dive in, when your tongue connects he lets out a squeal, the sound like music riveting through you. you lick up his folds, kissing around the very small of his thighs, drag your tongue inbetween and spread them with your fingers. his back arches off the island, his hips squeezing around your head, you slid a finger inside, curving it upward to drag along the top of his pussy. your tongue circles around his clit, puffy and hardened. he squeals, his hand moving over his mouth.

“c’mon, dad, look at me,” you murmur.

you wait for his head to shakily peek up at you, to start sucking on his t-dick as another finger slides into his heat. he’s moans with his hand muffling it, his thighs spreading instinctively.

his taste is sweet on your tongue, the smell of him filling your nose. your tongue dips into him from his clit and back, running gentle circles on his clit. you dog your tongue deeper, flicking where you think you’ve found a good spot. he squirms, your name stumbling from his lips in shameful ecstasy.

you hum or growl into his pussy, his thighs shake around your head, he groans and his hand flies down to the back of your head, clutching your hair as his moans climb higher.

you keep your fingers pumping, digging as far inside his pussy as your tongue will get. you keep your thumb on his clit, making your movements at the same careful pace.

he cuss’s, eyes fluttering open, “f—faster, there!”

he groans as you go quicker, his hips starting to buck against your face. his pussy floods your mouth and smell with his slick, his hand keeping your head flush with his cunt. you feel his legs bend against your back, see his head throw back as he keeps moaning. you pump his t-dick with your hand now, the other pumping and spreading his folds for your tongue.

“just like that! i’m gonna cum, cum—cumming!” he squeals, his thighs clamping around your head.

despite the tight lack of air, you push your face into his pussy, feeling him meet you with his hips.

“FUUCK,” he yells.

he squirts against your face, some of it landing across your back and over the island. his whole body shivers, his eyes rolled back and mouth agape. you keep eating him out through his orgasm, slowly following his moans and breathing till his hand gently pushes you back. you pull back with spit stringing off your tongue, breathing hard.

he’s sprawled in front of you, a dopey small smile on his face. his pussy is wet and open, his whole body is sweaty, and you swear glowing. he slowly turns his head to look at you again, biting his lower lip his eyes start to move down.

your cock is rock hard and throbbing, bounding over the sweet bliss of his pussy. you grin, one hand slick with his wetness going to give yourself a few pumps. you hear him whine, and see him slowly grasp his thighs, bringing them closer to his chest.

“dad?” you ask with an eyebrow lift.

“lemme,” he says, face flush from the orgasm and bashful, “help you… too… fuck. j—just fuck me.”

you lean forward, moving up until your both face to face, laying the underside of your dick against his folds, feeling the wetness on you. he adverts his eyes, throating bobbing as he gulps. you press a kiss to his cheek, feeling his hot skin light up, and press kisses around his jaw, his chin, taking hold of it you move his head to look at you, before kissing him on the lips. he’s puffy and sweet, running your tongue over his lip and biting it lightly he parts his mouth for you, sliding your tongue over his. you start to grind yourself against his pussy, his legs wrapping around you a moan vibrating into your mouth. his hands travel over your shoulders, lightly he drags his nails across your back.

you move to suck on his neck, grinding your cock against him enough to nearly feel his warm walls encasing your member. you both share a shudder as he pants, his lips getting close to your ear.

“just… put it in, please.”

your eyes roll, hands gripping onto his hips. you move your pelvis back to line up with his pussy, laying your forehead against his. as you enter he gasps, glossy eyes staring up at you as you feel the wet folds of his body stretch around your girth. you thrust forward until your flush against his body, buried inside him. his eyes roll back, his panting hot against your face. you groan, burrying your face into his neck.

he giggles, sounding almost drunk, druming his fingers along your back, "C'mon bud, fuck me like a man."

you draw your hips back, every inch of his walls sliding deliciously against your dick and slam forward again, eliciting a moan from him that is high pitched and has his legs wrapping tightly around you. you groan, hands clutching to his hips as you stare into his expression, his parted wet lips and shut eyes.

"look at me, daddy," your voice is raspy, hips thrusting back and forth, you snake a hand down to stroke his clit too, his back arches up and his hands drop to run through his hair.

he manages to open his eyes, shuddering as another of your thrusts drive your cock against his cervic. you start to pick up speed, matching in time with the teasing of his clit, his moans stumble out of him freely, his sweaty body rising and falling with his panting.

you feel totally lost in the bliss of his sweet pussy, admiring every flinch and squeeze and moan as you fuck him. his breathing starts to rise higher, legs spreading he looks down to watch your member ravish him, his hands clutching your arm supporing you at his side.

"hm-gonna, cum! again," he shrieks, your hand stays on his clit, your own will starting to break down, "ha, fuck! fuck," his head drops back, his hips starting to grind forward onto your hand.

"oh, fuck," you groan, feeling the soreness in your abs and your balls tightening, "gonna breed this pussy, fill up daddy with cum."

his walls squeeze around you as his eyes roll back and shut, his whole body tensing as his orgasm rockets. you feel wetness flood around your cock, your own release happening right as his starts, your mouth hangs open, hips stuttering forward to bury your member inside as ropes start filling him up. he cries out, his hands gripping your arm that toys with his clit, and you slow down, feeling the last of your relase leak out of you, and let his body come down from the high.

you both pant heavily, sweat covered, you run your hand along his shaking thigh, and hip. your eyes move to his pussy as a drop of your cum starts to leak out, you finger it inside again, feeling him shudder with your touch.

it's only then do you hear your dad clear his throat, both of your heads snapping to the archway entrance of the kitchen. he stands with his arms crossed, dress-shirt rolled up to his elbows, his forearms thick and hairy. he's a tall man, his shirt filled out nicely. your gaze drops to his pants where an obvious boner runs down his thigh, his hand moves to grope it and you gulp, feeling a nervous but horny excitment run through you.

"just couldn't wait a few minutes, you little slut," he growls, stalking forward, "and in the kitchen too?" he looks up at you with an amused eyebrow and you cough.

"true, honestly," you say, rubbing the back of your neck.

his eyes take in the shameful fucked state of his husband, who is now flushed red, his mouth drops as if it say something but doesn't. instead your dad's hand grips his thigh and spins his around, forcing him on his back with his knees up.

"all fucked and creampied, aren't you baby?"

he whines, hands holding onto his thighs, "daddy..."

your dad shoves his face into his pussy, his bearded jaw working as his tongue darts inside, you feel your cock stir and harden, a hand moving to stroke yourself as your dad eats your cum out his cunt. your heart beats loudly, your stepdad throwing his head back with more highpitched moaning, you see your dad's thick fingers move to gather up slick and probably your cum, before moving down to prod around his asshole, sliping his finger in and out in light penetration.

you move forward on your knees by your stepdad’s head and slap your cock against his face, your hands traveling down his chest to squeeze his nipples, getting another squeal out of him. your dad looks up at you as he eats him out, seeing your cum coat his lips makes your cock throb.

drawing back a string of spit sticks to his chin, and he adjusts the bulge in his pants.

"we're going to the bedroom, this time," he gathers your stepdad in his arms, his eyes dazed, and carries him bridal style off to the hallway.

you stumble off the island, erection swaying as you follow down the hall. their bedroom is large as is the bed, and your dad all but throws him onto the sheets, starting to unbotton his shirt. you grin, crawling around to your stepdad. he looks up at you with a lost gaze and you smirk, slapping the tip of your cock against his lips. he parts them and starts sucking his jucies off of you, you use the back of his head to get him to move back and forth. your dad chuckles, throwing his pants off as his hardon bounces, he grips your stepdad's thighs and wastes no time sliding himself in his pussy, you feel him moan around your member, and your dad picks up a brutal pace fucking him.

you position your thighs around his head and start thrusting yourself into his throat, smiling as you both fuck his holes, you find yourself face-to-face with your dad, panting as you fuck.

"kinda liked we talked about that one time huh?" you ask.

he shakes his head, a hand grabbing your hair before you can think, and he crashes your lips together. it's a fucked up thing maybe, but your horniness is flooding your head, and you makeout with him, feeling your stepdad clutching your asscheeks.

eventually you get off of him, letting him gasp dumbly for air, your dad moves him to lay on his chest, and you stand behind the pair, your cock dripping with spit.

he moans dumbly into your dad's shoulder, who moves his hands down to grope his asscheeks, presenting his hole to you.

“fuck your slutty step-daddy’s ass, boy.”

smirking, you get a leg on the bed for stability, and push your cock inside his ass. his head rises with a cry, and you clutch his hair to get your tongue in his mouth. you thrust inside his ass as your dad grips his waist to get him bouncing on his cock.

he moans and squeels, a hand clutching your arm as your wrap it around his neck, the other squeezing your dad's pec.

"daddy! daddy!" he cries out, "FUCK!"

"you're doing so good baby," your dad moans, "so-so fucking good, keeping taking our cocks."

you grin wickedly, eyes rolling as you sheath your cock inside and grind your hips, "yeah daddies, so fucking good."

your dad's groans get louder, as he slams your stepdad on his cock. you can tell he's getting close, and get your fingers wet in your stepdads mouth, before reaching down to proud at his hole.

he looks up at you, swearing, "dirty fucking kid."

you grin, sticking a finger inside his ass, he groans, his hips thrusting up as you feel your stepdad clenching on your cock, they both cum under you, moaning loudly. you let your stepdad lay against his chest, swearing as you drag your cock out of his hole, you kneel down to work your finger inside your dad's ass, watching his load leak out of that pussy.

your dad groans, and you stand up slipping your finger out. he slowly moves your stepdad onto his side, his cock falling out of his pussy. they both lay there gasping.

your stepdad laughs, "i think i'm, done, holy shit."

you chuckle, still stroking your erection, "what about me?"

your dad looks at you, licking his lips, "you've already fucked one dad, why stop there?"

"holy shit, really?"

he moves onto his knees, arching his back he presents his big hairy ass to you. your stepdad grins, watching from a foot away on the bed. you gulp, moving forward to grasp his cheeks, his cock hangs low between his thighs, a string of his cum leaking down onto the sheets. you smirk, giving his ass a smack, and start licking his hole. he tastes slightly salty and musky, the hair of his ass tickling your face as you eat him out. he moves his ass back against your face, groaning deeply.

you pull back to spit on his hole, getting your finger back inside him and working him up to a second finger. fingering your dad you feel for his prostate inside, your other hand moving to jerk his half-hard dick, you see your stepdad slowly making circles on his clit, biting his lower lip. moving your head down you taste your dad’s cum, sucking on his hardening dick and burying your fingers inside him, he moans into a pillow, his thighs spreading a little more. you pull off his cock with a pop, and start lining your cock up with his hole.

"i think you’re ready old man," you say, giving his ass another smack.

he groans, "fuck me son."

you push your cock inside, his ass is tighter than your stepdads, hot and strong. you swear in surprise, holding his shoulders to push your cock inside to the hilt as he groans, your hips lay flush with his hairy cheeks. he grabs his cock below him, starting to jerk himself off as you pick up fucking him, watching his sweaty back and cheeks bounce with your thrusts. your stepdad masturbates laying next to you two, as your grunts come almost in sink.

"fuck, your cunt's gonna milk me dad," you feel sweat dripping down your back, your body getting tired but your hips rocketing forward and back.

he groans, his hand going to town on his dick, "fucking fill me up, son!"

you force your cock inside with every thrust, eyes rolling as his tight walls squeeze your cock, he groans loudly, his second load spurting onto the sheets, you hear your stepdad moan, squealing as he starts squirting, the tightness of your dad's ass has your orgasm approaching. you push him forward more, getting your legs onto the bed as your start piston fucking him.

"fuck i'm gonna cum, dad!"

with another thrust, you yell, thrusting your cock inside your load shoots out. you swear, as you pull out and jerk the last of your cum onto his cheeks. he groans, gently laying onto his side. your stepdad pants, moving closer into his chest. from this position you can see cum leaking out of both of them, and shake your head, almost feeling dizzy as you leave the bedroom.

[definefaulty]

captain my captain

steve rogers x top male reader

(mlm smut, sub top male reader, spit stuff, muscle worship, armpit stuff, face sitting, slur usage)

Steve has a huge ass, it was the first thing you could even think about meeting him. it was kinda unfair to you since he wasn’t facing you, leaning forward onto the conference table with his back arching slightly. or how damn handsome he is, with soft pink lips and blue eyes, or how he smiles, looks you up and down.

he is friendly, like that with everyone—you tell yourself, but in sparring sessions his hands hold onto your shoulders, his foot spreads your legs, his hand grasps your thigh teasingly close to your crotch and he does this sound right next to your ear. when you pin him, he swallows, staring into your gaze, breathing hard. there’s something hungry in that deep blue gaze, something that makes your nerves shoot soft fireworks across your skin, makes your face flush just with his eyes.

it would be a little inappropriate, he’s technically really older than you, unless you ignore the years on ice. and being the leader of the avengers (leader adjacent maybe) also stacks against you. but in sparing glances in the locker room, sweat dripping down his pecs, his back curving out into his big, plush ass, nothing but will power keeps you from throwing yourself at him. and then you catch him watching out of the corner of his eye and have to run out the locker room.

this night is like any other, save for not after or immediately before a world threatening event. retiring to your room through the darkened halls of the avengers compound. it’s very quiet and still, you walk briskly with your hands in pocket, eyes lazily moving from wall to window. you pass by his room, stop there. his light is on, and you feel those butterflies in your stomach. your brain says to move, your feet do not. you gulp, turn to face his door. almost take a step but then shake your head, you almost move down the hall again, but there’s a tug, a wall in your head—if you let another moment slip by, it’s just another night you won’t know for sure.

you breath in and hold it, facing Steve’s door with all the courage you never needed for alien invasions, and walk in front of it. the feeling is unreal raising your fist to knock on his door, you stare at it hard as if it might explode. you steel yourself again and are about to knock when it’s suddenly opening inward. and his face is there, higher than your gaze of course, handsome, pretty, his blonde hair is a little messy for the first time. he wears a tank and gray shorts, soft material, thick thighs peeking out the bottom. you both simply stare at each other with your mouths parted. he’s half leaning out the door like he was gonna bolt, chest heaving slightly with raised breath. there’s this thick invisible tension in the air, static electricity that fizzles and threatens to spark—what if you light a fire? what if there’s no going back? what if nothing is the same, the damage too great?

his eyes set on you, so hungry, so soft, he grabs your collar and pulls you in. into his room, his chest, his arms, his mouth. lips crashing as that static pops and explodes. he swings the door shut behind you, lips crashing and smacking, heated moans muffled into the others mouth. your hands clutch at his head, his shoulder, your crotches grind and press, his tongue runs over your mouth and you part it. he darts it in, tangles it with yours, spit running down your chin.

his body feels like fire on yours, so much heat coming from his muscles. his hands slide down your waist, cupping your crotch in his hand. you groan against his lips, a shuddering of pleasure moving through you.

“do you want it?” he whispers between slightly parted lips, a string of saliva between, he grabs your hand resting on his arm, sliding it down his waist to his hips, sliding it back on his ass, “want it all?”

you open your hazy eyes to look into his, his face has a flush, beautiful features so shy and vulnerable, and so fucking horny, “yes, sir.”

he crashes his lips into yours again, groping your quickly growing hard on. both your hands grope his ass cheeks, pushing his own erection into yours, his hands move to your neck as you make out and dry hump. moving back again your knees hit his bed and both fall back, his arms landing beside your frame with ease, you kick your shoes off and slide back, he follows you keeping his lips on yours.

as you move up he grinds his cock on yours, earning moans, his lips slip off yours and he groans your name by your ear, sending shivers going down your neck. you grab the back of his neck as his mouth gets on your throat, kissing and sucking, your fingers travel down the muscles towards his back, replaying the scenes of his body you’ve stolen. you gulp as his tongue drags down your adams apple. you feel his fingertips get under your shirt, hands traveling underneath as he starts to drag it upward. you cuss, feeling him kiss your jawline, getting up on his knees to pull your shirt off. you see him again since getting dragged in here, proof that it’s real, you’re not dreaming. he looks down on you, his cock tenting his shorts, and smirks.

“you look so fucking good.”

“la… language.”

he smiles, shaking his head, your body buzzes, “we’re gonna be swearing tonight, promise.”

he grabs his tank and pulls it off from under, his big pecs falling out of it. you move upward with him straddling your lap to get your mouth on his nipple, your hand grabbing his other pec to squeeze.

his chest grows into your face with every breath, his skin hot on your tongue.

“ha,” he groans, grabbing the back of your head, “you like these big tits?”

you nod, face pressing into his plump muscles, tongue and teeth suckling from his nipple. you trail kisses from one to the other, looking up into his eyes. below, your cocks strain against each other, tightly contained in clothing.

he moves your head in-between and flexes his chest, squeezing your face between his pecs. at the same time he rocks his hips back and forth, frotting your cocks together again. spit slides out his mouth, landing on your face and trailing down. he lets his tongue hang out his mouth, the spit connecting to it by a string. he leans down to get his tongue in your mouth, grinding your face harder into his muscles. he pulls back to admire your expression, a smug smile on his face.

“you like these fat pecs baby?” he says, you nod dumbly up at him, your cock leaking from the friction, “are you gonna be a good faggot for me? lick all these muscles?”

your moans get muffled by the mound of tit he rubs into you, your hands hold his waist, desperate for more action on your cock.

“i’ll get you so drunk off me, get that cock inside me,” he smiles, a devious glint in his eyes, goosebumps rise on your skin as his collected and polite demeanor gives way to this horny power bottom, “i need you to fuck me, boy, pound this pussy, can you do that?”

he lets your face come up for air, you gasp between breaths, “yes, sir.”

“good.”

you shoves your head into his pit, his fuzzy hair and musk filling your nose. you lick upwards, seeing his face out of the corner of your eye. grasping his ass he lets you rock yourselves together as you lap at his armpit. the sweat is salty on your tongue running over his light hair, your tongue moves up his bicep as he flexes it for you, your lips moving over the muscle. he grunts under his breath as your cock rubs under his tip, your lips moving over his shoulder muscles, down those big pecs again, and move over to his other armpit. he's flexing both arms now as you bury your nose into him, almost intoxicated at the musk. his breathing his hot and heavy, you tilt your face almost making out with his pit.

"good fucking boy," he mutters in a husky tone, "get in there."

he juts his hips forward, a moan breaking up your throat as your bulge recieves the motion. you pull back gasping, biting your bottom lip, eyes soaking in his flexed biceps. his chest is covered in light bites, red marks, probably hickeys by the morning. your faces meet again, he tastes his own sweat on your tongue, your hands cupping both fat cheeks and he keeps grinding onto you.

with a moan he pushes you forward, gasping as your mouths depart. he chuckles and lightly slaps your face, turning around to carefully place his knees by your head. you feel his hot breath on your leg, his nose brushing up your thigh and nestling into your crotch, a jolt going up your dick.

he looks back at you for a moment, "get your face in my ass, kid."

you follow his order with speed, his bulky cheeks threatening to split his shorts open. you get your nose into his crack just about getting his musk through them, your hands massaging both cheeks. he grinds himself onto you, your mouth moving down to his balls, getting your tongue to move over his clothed cock. his thighs shudder, his weight pressing down as you lick up to a wet spot of precum on his tip. you get your fingers hooked under the waist band and pull them back as he shifts forward again, palming your length.

you leave his boxer briefs on, returning your wet tongue between his cheeks, using your hands you press his butt further on your face, getting his muscular mounds to cover your vision.

he moans your name low and needy, pulling down the front of your pants your cock springs free into the cold night air, his breath hot on it. he pushes your pants down to the knee, moving his wet lips across your shaft, you shudder and mumble into his ass. he chuckles, gribbing the base and your balls in hand, moving his tongue over your tip.

you groan, tugging his briefs down off his ass, finally exposing his hole to you, a little spread in this position around your head. you get it to his knees, his fat cock flopping onto your bare chest, you push your face in again, his skin is hot and soft encasing your face, musky and sweaty, your tongue laps at his hole which quivers at the attention, you feel his mouth sink onto your cock, moaning around it.

you have to fight as he sucks your cock, his spit drooling down onto your balls as he quickly picks up a deep throating pace. you had almost forgotten how much of a super-soldier he is, he blows without gagging or needing a break.

your tongue pushes into his hole, breathing in his musk through your nose. you grab his cock with a hand, pumping it as your other starts proding at his hole, your tongue moving and flicking, saliva filling your mouth. you spit onto his hole and start to slide your finger in, he groans with your cock logged into his throat, a shudder running through you, sweat dripping down your forehead. your finger inserts all the way, his wet warm walls encasing your finger, you hook it forward and drag your fingertip along the front of his hole. you feel precum pooling on your chest, as you stretch his hole with another finger, spitting on him.

the view of his pussy sucking in your fingers, in-between his globes has your dick rock hard in his mouth. you lap your tongue on his balls as you finger him, feeling his hips move backward as you get a pace of pressing against his prostate, his nutsack moves across your face and you get his balls in your mouth to suck on. when you let them go he gets his cock lined up with your parted lips, and thrusts it all the way inside, till his balls are flush against nose, gagging you with his sweaty cock invading your throat. at the same time he deepthroats your own dick, and you both moan around each other, you gagging on him.

he lets you breath sooner than he lets himself, a string of your spit connecting his cock to your mouth. you gasp for air, struggling with another moan as you feel his tongue wrap around your girth, sliding deliciously around the sensetive head.

"fuck, captain," you murmer, he hums around you, loudly pulling of your dick.

he swallows, takes a breath, "i like you calling me that, fuck."

you hear the smile on him, letting your throat recover as you keep fingering his asshole.

"captain, sir, keep fucking my throat."

"hm, good attitude."

his hips wiggle as your hands work on his sex organs, slurping around the tip of his dick, and swallowing him. he spits on your cock and jerks you off, letting his moans fill your ears. he thrusts gently to meet your throat, your fingers move easily in and out, his ass clenching around them.

he huffs, unsheathing his cock from your throat, "i need this cock in me," he gets up a little shaky, kicking off his underwear and tugging yours free.

���grab the lube from there,” he says nodding to the bedside.

you grab it, Steve all but snatching it from your hands to slather your erection in it. he grabs your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest, taking hold of your dick to point it straight up. he stands around you in a squat, legs over yours and his hole aiming above your raging boner. he watches you as he drags his wet hole around the head, gulping.

"fuck, you're gonna fill me so good, with this big fucking cock," he whines.

"oh, captain, please use me." you smile dumbly up at him, he smirks back.

he spits on your face again, holding your chin, “good faggot.”

when he lowers down his pussy swallows you in with ease, he moans throaty and loudly, sinking your cock deep inside him, settling down till his hole clenches around the hilt. your own moans match his, his tight ass is warm and throbs around your length.

he sits for a moment, eyelids fluttering, head tilted back, his lips parted with slow breaths to get used to the feeling. he growls and starts lifting himself up, thick thighs flexing on top of yours, he keeps your tip inside and drops down, letting out a guttural moan as you bottom out inside again.

he swears and leans forward with you inside, grabbing your face to let spit drop in your mouth, his lips following right after. he rides you like that, moans trapped by the others kiss. your hands ride up his arms and shoulders, running your fingers through his hair. in this position his cock smacks against your stomach with every movement, lighting fires all around your body.

Steve pulls back with a sigh, sliding his fingers in your mouth. you suck on them, moaning around as your cock is milked in his ass. he smirks down at you, his big pecs bouncing as he rides.

he slides his fingers out wet with your saliva and reaches behind you both, his fingers meat your hole, a shiver running through you. you gulp, feeling him start to prod at your entrance, still driving your cock deep inside.

when his finger slips in you gasp, new nerves firing off in your dick. Steve drinks in your moans, rolling his body, ass plump against your balls. he slowly works his finger in and out, adding a second digit before long. his fingers are thick, he curves them upward to massage against your prostate. the stimulation makes your cock twitch inside his heat as he grinds his own prostate on it.

your moans sink up in the heat of his bedroom, between his spread thighs his cock hangs heavy, a string of precum pooling out of it to your stomach. you reach out to jerk him with both hands, your hazy eyes meeting again, both holes and cocks getting the fucked by the other. you grin, and he does the same.

he rises off your cock with a groan, letting it flop on to your abs. you let your legs drop as he rises above you, straddling your hips and grabbing your cock to sit on it again.

he keeps riding, wet squelches filling the room as his walls slide across your dick. as he does he flexes his arms again, jerking his eyebrows to tease you. you sit up to sniff his armpits again, running your tongue over his muscles, pushing his pecs together.

“ha, fuck,” he moans with his head back, you run your hands all across his chest and back, starting to thrust upwards to meet his hips, he whines, “ you’re fucking me so DEEP! Ha, good fucking boy!”

your mouth is wet biting on his pec, eyes glued to the delirious pleasure on his face. his musk filling your nose has you even more horny, his hole clenching onto your cock as it hits every good spot inside him. you can’t believe your fucking him, Captain America, beautiful blonde. he moans your name like he’s in heat, eyes rolling and his tongue falling out.

you can’t help crying out, “you feel so good Cap, fuck!”

he grins, his hand clasping your throat and forcing you down onto your back.

“i want your fucking load, fag!” he growls, his riding picking up speed, his hips slamming you down into the mattress, “i want you to you cum!”

his hand squeeze your throat lightly, but still it makes you a little lightheaded, his soaking hole milking the hell out of your cock. your groans come out stuttering with his name, your whole body tensing as your release is quickly forced.

“yeah,” he pants, sweaty tits bouncing in your face, “cum for Captain, cum for daddy, cum in daddy’s ass.”

your orgasm hits like freight train, mouth hanging open as moans fall out. your cock erupting inside his ass, he slams his ass down and grinds, his gummy walls milking every inch of your cock. you can’t count how many ropes of cum you produce, but you feel your hot sperm dripping out and down to your balls. with a final grind Steve grabs his cock and jerks to a shouting climax, his own load spewing out over your face and chest, hot milky cum dripping over your lips and chin.

he groans, his head tilted back as he strokes the last of his nut out. you both gasp for air, sweaty and spent. he slowly looks back down to you with a warm smile, a slightly shy tinge of red spreading across his cheeks. with your softening cock still inside he lays forward gently, bringing the two of you on your sides, his arms wrapping around you.

“uhm,” he says, his eyes avoiding eye contact at first, then meeting yours, “was that, okay?”

you let a laugh, a smirk across your cum-covered and happy face, “yes Captain, and that really is America’s ass.”

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finding gay incest erotica at the back of my local library HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

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hey! wut male kpop idols do u see yourself writing for if u do get around to it?

a few enhypen members and txt, mostly cause i know their personalites the most. there are other sexy ass men from like the boyz and ateez n other groups but i need to do research (watch yt content) before i write anything heheh

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You asked earlier about when to post, I would say about 7-9 pm

That way it comes out when the goofing time comes up

fierce thank you 🤞🙂‍↕️