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˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ Dad's best friend cowboy!Bruce Wayne x fem!reader ˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹

౨ৎ Warnings: age gap (legal), sfw, fluff (that gets a lil angsty at the end? we’ll fix that in part two, maybe?). Reader's dad is a farmer (not a warning but you know what I mean), inaccurate ? (i’m not american and have like zero idea abt how farms and horse training work, so) ౨ৎ a/n: I wrote about Cowboy Jason a couple weeks ago (it was actually the first fic I posted!!), it was about time I wrote cowboy Bruce.

Bruce was new to town, and you’d just gotten back to your hometown after college. The late spring was filled with possibilities for the both of you, as long as your father wasn’t around.

Him and your father had hit it off instantly when he’d moved to town, and he’d come to work at the ranch to help train the horses. A couple weeks later you’d shown up, in your tiny shorts and boots, prancing around like you owned the place— because you did— and he’d been entranced since.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne who sees you sitting on the fence by the ring were he's training the horses your father owns, one arm stretched over your eyes to shield you from the sun, the other holding back onto the wooden rod. Your eyes are trained on his every move, and he feels a slight sense of pride at your watchful stare.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne who builds up the courage to ask you out one day, it's a Sunday morning and your dad has just left to the farmer's market.

You stand by the ring watching him ride a horse. His dark shirt is pulled tight over his chest and arms, muscles straining as he moves; his jeans and boots are mud stained. The smell of hay and mud mixes with that of the apple blossoms around you, birds chirp and the sun hits the back of your head, sweat trickles down your back and the fabric of your dress sticks to your skin, but your focus is set on Bruce.

You watch as he gets off the horse, pats her side and calls her a good girl before dragging her to the stables. How you wished that was you.

A calloused hand on the small of your back and a deep voice break through your thoughts— Bruce.

“Need any help with anything, sugar?” He drowls and you nearly short circuit.

You shake hour head no, thankful that he’s not face to face with you so he can’t see your reddened face, although you’re sure he’s seen you blush when you made eye contact countless times before. It’s not that you don’t like him, but your father would not approve of it.

But then he jumps the fence and stands in front of you, a daisy in his fingers that he puts behind your ear.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, smiling. And your resolve comes crumbling down when he so sweetly asks to take you out to the lake for a picnic, next Sunday, when your daddy is down at the farmers market, he said.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne whose doubts about your age difference and if you’d like someone his age die down when you say yes, right before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne who spends the next week practically playing eye tag with you from across the lawn, running a hand down your back when you’re all alone, sunbathing in the porch, or pressing a kiss to the back of your neck when he walks past you. He’s careful, private, patient.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne who is so sweet to you when he finally takes you out. He opens the passenger door of his truck for you, helps you in and kisses you before jogging to the other side. When you walk through the trail down to the lake he holds your hand, the back of your neck, your waist.

Your date goes well, and suddenly you fall into a routine, going out every Sunday, laying down under the midday sun, limbs tangled together, lips, teeth and tongues clashing.

The secretiveness of your relationship weighs heavy on your heart, but your father would never approve, so instead of worrying you kiss him again, let him braid your hair, run his fingers down your back.

He gifts you flowers every Sunday, and you keep them, pressed in a notebook, with a few words about the day, a reminder of your shared affection.

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a/n: Hello, me again, okay I’d love to do a part two where her dad catches them together— maybe smut, but only if this does well, which I’ve got my doubts about. Loveddd writing it, love Bruce as an older bf what can I say?

Requests are open

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⋮ 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 + 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧.

───〃★ christian bale!bruce wayne (batman) x reader.

★ — TYPE | headcanons ; fluff ; smut ; sfw + nsfw sections ★ — WORD COUNT | 1.1k ★ — REQUESTED | @wandalfnation ★ — WARNINGS | fem!reader ; reader is described as smaller in both height and stature ; dom!bruce ; size kink ; strength kink ; big cock!bruce ; possessiveness ; reader wears lingerie and heels

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

SFW ── ⊹ ˙ . 𖥻 BALE!BRUCE WAYNE . . .

• who buys you endless pairs of high heels because he thinks it’s cute how much shorter you are than him. he’ll always tease you and then make it up to you with more platform shoes. of course you’ll never be as tall as he is without having to stand on a chair beside him, but he'll make sure you have that little bit of extra height when you want it.

• who often waits until you’re home so he can do his workout in front of you. he can do pushups while you’re laying on his back, because he likes to show off how strong he is, and also to prove to you that those big muscles aren’t just for scaring criminals.

• who loves to spoon with you— of course he’s always the big spoon. he loves it because he can wrap himself around you as you tangle up together under the blankets, and you fit so nicely in his big arms.

• who holds your hand because he secretly loves how small your hand feels in his, giving you little squeezes wherever you go. he’s possessive and protective as a side effect of his night job, so it’s inevitable the fact that he’s always got a firm grip on your hand and keeping you close to his side. but he won’t deny, it makes his heart race when he feels your smaller hand squeezing back.

• who also loves it when you hold onto his arm. you always loop your arm through his at parties, and all he does is smirk because he knows the only reason you’re doing it is because you shamelessly love to feel his biceps. so of course he’ll play into it for you, flex his muscles a little for you, give you something nice and firm to hold on to while he guides you around like a prize on his arm.

• who always has his hands on you at parties. everyone knows he’s the prince of the city, the cocky billionaire playboy who gets everything he wants, so of course he has to not-so-subtly let everyone know you’re his at all times. he keeps one large hand around your waist as he parades you through the mansion for everyone to see, occasionally squeezing your ass as he walks past a journalist. he has a reputation to uphold, after all.

NSFW ── ⊹ ˙ . 𖥻 BALE!BRUCE WAYNE . . .

• who can’t help that he subconsciously compares your size to his, especially when you’re in bed. he can’t help the fact that he towers over you, or the fact that his bicep is thicker than your head. he’s addicted to the sight of you beneath him as he pounds into you, and he knows you feel the same; his wide, chiseled torso is the only thing that fills your view as you hold onto him and moan out his name.

• who accidentally discovered that he loves when you wear the high heels he bought you in bed too, and he has a few favorite pairs he likes you to wear. having your legs tossed over his shoulders while you’re wearing stilettos makes him feel all the more powerful and tall, and plus he loves that they match perfectly with the lacy black lingerie sets he likes to spoil you with.

• who can easily overpower you in bed if he really wanted to, but although he doesn’t always do it he never fails to remind you of the fact that he can. he can fit one of his hands around both your wrists, and he’ll hold your hands together and pin your wrists against the sheets above your head while he kisses you.

• who loves it when you’re being a brat because it gives him reason to use his strength on you. he isn’t always a hard dom, but when you start begging him to use you like that, all he wants to do is give you everything you want. he’ll get rough because he knows you like it, making sure you’re aware of every inch of his muscular body

• who likes to wrap one hand around your neck temptingly. he never puts any real pressure, his grip always barely just light as a feather; a reminder that he’s there, that his massive hands fits so nicely around your throat, and nothing more. he’ll give a gentle squeeze in warning when you start to act bratty, and it always sends your mind reeling.

• who lets you grind on his thighs to get off whenever you want. he’s a busy man; he has an entire city to look after, so he doesn’t always have time to dedicate to making love or even just for a quickie. but you have needs and he’s well aware of that, so he’s more than happy to let you sit on his lap and make yourself cum. he gets to sit back, occasionally tensing his thigh and bouncing his leg a little, and he’s rewarded with the beautiful sounds you make as you desperately grind your sensitive clit against his muscle. he adores the broken whimpers that leave your lips when he stiffens his thigh unexpectedly to throw off your pace and keep you at the edge for just a few seconds longer.

• who loves the way you grip his broad shoulders when you ride him. his shoulders are one of your favorite parts of his body (besides, well, everything else). you’ve had your ankles dangling over his shoulders more times than you can count, but conveniently they also make for the perfect place to hold onto while he’s got you bouncing on his lap, like built-in arm rests just for you.

• whose cock is definitely bigger than average but he knows how to use it. you both know it’s not going to fit, but vengeance is perseverant, and that never stops him from trying anyway. he won’t lie and say it doesn’t massively inflate his ego when he sees you struggling to take him in all the way, but watching you moan and writhe in overwhelming pleasure because of his size is the best part of the whole experience.

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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. — @sadattorney

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jason todd with nerdy shy reader who’s extremely horny yet pretends shes not but he catches her every time

a/n: I wasn't sure if you wanted me to write smut on it or not so I didn't, but I can definitely do a part two, anon! Also college au Jason would sooo play hockey, guys 😵‍💫

summary: You are assigned Jason as a partner for a literature assignment

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When your literature teacher assigned you as Jason's partner he rolled his eyes and sighed exaggeratedly, as you looked at him from the other side of the class, confused.

In all fairness, you didn't want to do the project with him either, or with any of his friends. You knew Jason was in a frat, and that he was in college thanks to his hockey scholarship so you assumed he did not care much for books, but you couldn't be more wrong.

You'd quickly realized that there was more to him than met the eye.

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You'd been sitting in his dorm for the past two hours going over the same powerpoint slide because you kept stumbling over your words. Jason had asked you if you were feeling okay, brows knit with worry as he placed the calloused palm of his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles over the fabric of your skirt to reassure you. Little did he know it was his proximity— and now his touch, so close to where you wanted him— that was causing your distress.

You looked at him as he paced the room memorizing his slides. Watched intently at the muscles flexing in his arms and back when he stretched. There were some purple and blue-ish bruises on his arms and torso from hockey practices that shone enticingly against his pale skin, calling at you to lick them, bite them, kiss them. Your mouth watered and heat pooled in between your thighs at the mere thought of it. He kept pacing, mumbling, he turned to face you and lifted up the hem of his shirt slightly, only enough to press the palms of his hands against his skin.

He looked up from the ground and ran a hand through his dark locks, sighing with frustration. He lifted his head and met your hungry gaze. It was the first time he noticed you looking at him like that. He'd seen you staring at him in class a lot, blushing like a schoolgirl when he caught you, but it was never this.

There was an air of lust in your eyes —heavy lids, blown out pupils— he'd never seen before.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He spoke in a low voice.

You nodded your head, kept your mouth shut. Your tongue felt like a cotton ball, the saliva too thick, you felt as if your jaw would drop on the floor the moment you parted your lips.

"You've got a bit of a staring problem, don't ya?"

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edit: Hadn’t realized this was my first ever request!! ahhh, thank you so much for submitting!!!

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soooo this is personal to me this is the Jason Todd i neeeeeeeed 💗💗💗💗💗💗

jason with a super whimsy girlfriend?? i can totally see him supporting her small trinkets addiction, buying whatever small thing reminds him of her :((

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MDNI 18+

older! jason todd being built like a lumberjack and being a human grizzly bear

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

▐ age gap, vaginal sex, oral (m and f) receiving, cream pie, thigh riding, fingering, breeding kink, daddy kink, just jason being big and filthy teehee (you are his cum dump, literally), he has a beard cause i said so, not proof read, divider from @dollywons

when jason is big, he is big. biceps that would strain against his shirt whenever he crossed his arms, muscles bulging out to the point they were bigger than your head. his muscles on his biceps would flex as he fingered you, moving at a fast pace as he praised you being his own toy. “you can handle that right? ‘m not gonna break you.”

sometimes he would put you in a headlock when fucking you, strong biceps holding your head in place as you were completely limp as he rutted you from behind. his thick thighs smacking against yours as the sound of his heavy balls slapped against your ass. “fuck, doin’ so well clenchin’ around me sweetheart,” he grunted as he nestled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

he would bend in you half as he fucked you, knees pushed against your chest as his heavy body was on top, thrusting into you so hard as he splits your cunt up form his sheer size. his thrusts were powerful, making the headboard slam against the wall as the bed scratched the wooden floor as he moved. sometimes he would even break the surfaces, like how flimsy bed in the shabby motel the two of you stayed at did. though, that didn’t stop him, instead it motivated him to fuck you even harder and everywhere, door, shower, floor, wall, table, you name it.

he loved the way you got dumb on his cock, he would coo at your dazed face, eyes glassy as you stared at him. “aw baby, you’re fine already?” his tone soft but mocking as he watched the way your eyes rolled back when he fucked you like an animal in heat, mumbling incoherent words. “all this for you baby,” he grunted as your velvety walls clenched around him.

his thighs were fucking huge. thick and muscular from his constant workout when they would strain against the pants he wore which were quite baggy, displaying the sheer size of just how big he really was. he loved the way you rode his thigh, your desperate body moving as you mumbled and drooled all over your chin, it was adorable how desperate you got and not even from his cock. your hands gripping his meaty thighs as you rode him, your slick cunt covering his thigh in your glistening arousal.

with big biceps and thighs, it also meant he had a fat fucking cock. you struggled to even fit him in your mouth half way through, gagging as your jaw was in pain and almost locking as he shoved it in, his fat tip hitting the back of your throat as your eyes watered. jason was absolutely filthy when he fucked your mouth, rubbing his precum on your lips like it was gloss, watching it shine and glisten before shoving his head in. and when he came in your mouth he wouldn’t stop, fucking your mouth until your spit and his cum dribbled down your chin, before pulling his cock out to come on tour face, literally making you his cum dump before he cupped your mouth open, squirting his cum into you again for the third time like your mouth was a cup.

was hairy to the point where your inner thighs would be pink and slightly irritated when he ate the pussy our like a starved man, his beard being slightly lighter around his mouth. whenever you complained about it, he goes your hands up and just ate you out to the point of tears, your cum sticking his beard together as he grinned at you, making your pussy and inner thighs irritated.

biggest breeding kink, filling every single one of your damn holes. and i mean every single one. your mouth filled with his cum as you drooled and dribbled everywhere, your pussy making the most lewd and squelching noises as he fucked your cum back in, his pubes slightly glued with your cum. your ass clenching around nothing as his cum dribbled down, until he placed his thumb, “can’t waste a drop yeah? need you all nice and filled so you can have my babies.”

jason had the biggest thing for being called daddy, the way you whined as your nails scratched his back when he fucked you. “yeah baby? your daddy makin’ you feel good?” he groaned against your ear, his breath warmed as you moaned even more. “be a good girl for daddy yeah?”

he was big and warm like a giant teddy bear, his strong warms wrapped around you as you slept on his chest. his body temperature was enough to keep the both of you warm during the night.

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bimbo reader bouncing on nerd! jason’s cock whilst he enables about his nerdy hyper fixations?? he loves the way you were eagerly nodding and humming as if you were paying attention but you are simply too dumb to understand what he is saying :(( all of his loser nerdy friends are jealous that someone like him has a bombshell like you

i also think that nerdy jason is the definition of ugly hot. like that man with his messy hair and glasses with slightly rugged but also a little boyish?? super awkward but JACKED

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i love love loovvveee 💗💗💗

older! jason todd is essentially a grizzly bear, he’s so big and muscular, but also kind of soft, not pure muscle. i’d like to think he’s a little rugged and has some chest hair, with his haircut slightly outgrown where it’s naturally messy. and he’s big and warm :(( he’ll snuggle with you at night, his large arms around you to keep you nice and comfy. and maybe some occasional sleepy sex!! where he goes and tells you to go on your side

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i’m speechless 👨‍🍳💋💗

jason todd x reader

warnings — mentions of size/body image, jason being insecure… and also sexy. also this is unedited as per usual. other than that, nothing!

a/n; im gonna bite his bicep like that’s all i have to say. enjoy <3

JASON TODD is huge.

the man is over 6 feet of pure muscle so it doesn’t matter how tall you are, he’s bigger than you and he’s very aware of it.

when he’s red hood, being so large is a tactical advantage. he feels strong and in charge and practically unbeatable.

when he’s jason, he feels uncomfortable and noticeable and that’s the last thing he wants or needs. he doesn’t stop working out, because not only does he need something physical to relieve his stress, but he also can’t afford not being jacked as fuck. how the hell else is he supposed to be as scary as he is as red hood.

instead, he overcompensates by wearing darker colours, slightly oversized hoodies, not always standing up at his full height. it doesn’t do that much, the sheer size of him is a little hard to fully hide, but it makes him feel a little better.

when you come into the picture, things slowly start to change.

every time he hugs you, it’s instantly a mood booster for you because of how safe it feels with his arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the world for a few minutes. the way you sigh and melt into the hug has him smiling, a little shyly, as he holds you closer.

whenever you need him to get you something off a high shelf, he happily obliges and loves feeling useful. more than that, he loves how you always thank him by gently running a hand down his chest. “what would i do without you?” you say, sincerely, because you know he needs to hear it sometimes. and when you drop a kiss to his forearm as he sets the object down, he’s suddenly glad that he’s taller than you and he starts standing a little straighter.

the first time you hold up his hand against yours to compare sizes, you find yourself grinning at the difference. jason finds himself thinking about how small your hand is instead of how large his own is. and when you interlock your fingers with his, that’s all he’s focusing on.

sometimes, when your eyes are locked on your phone as you’re walking the busy streets of gotham and letting jason guide you around with your hand in his, he’s having to grab your waist to stop you bumping into someone or something. “careful,” he mutters, but his mind has gone blank and all he’s thinking about is his large hands around your waist and his pulse is racing. he feels like a creep until you turn around to give him a sheepish smile and thank him, placing your hands on his to keep them around your waist. he doesn’t miss the way you’re glancing down and biting your lip.

with jason around, you never have to do any heavy lifting, but of course you’re going to try sometimes. when you buy a cute new coffee table and it arrives when he’s out on patrol, you physically can’t wait to open and buid it. that bit is easy enough, but you find yourself cursing when you realise you stupidly built it on the other side of the room. “uhm, what do you think you’re doing?” jason asks, leaning in the doorway, red hood helmet in between his arm. you’re breathing heavily, arms pinned awkwardly at your sides as you were trying a new approach of throwing your body weight against the table to shift it. you slump, looking up at him with a pout.

“it’s heavier than i thought,” you admit. jason crosses the living room in two giant strides.

“you’re gonna hurt yourself,” he says, lifting the entire thing with both hands on either side and effortlessly placing it in front of the couch. he looks at you for approval in case you want it elsewhere and finds that you’re staring at him, slack jawed. he frowns, crossing his arms over, vigilante suit still on. “what…?”

“that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say, shamelessly. he grins, shaking his head at the way you’re completely serious, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away. “no, seriously, you need to run before i pounce on you.”

his favourite thing is your habit of falling asleep on him when you’re watching tv and he often needs to pick you up to take you to bed. sometimes, you start to stir, halfway to the bedroom and you sleepily blink up at him before wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “you’re so strong,” you mumble against his shoulder, your voice soft with drowsiness. jason’s heart clenches.

jason starts standing at his full height just so he can see you craning your neck to look at him, giving him the excuse to lift you up onto the counter which often results in you wrapping your legs around his waist and engaging a make out session.

he starts to wear t-shirts instead of large hoodies when he goes to the gym, just so he can hear you wolf whistle as he walks to the door, running over to kiss him goodbye and giving his biceps a squeeze.

day by day, jason finds himself more comfortable with just being him. and he’s even happier than he gets to be himself with you.

a/n cont.; the red hood mask stays ON during sex

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it’s always so pretty tho 💗

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💞💞

#2 Batboys and their text:

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Yeah I think I just projectile squirted

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real

i'd let him put it in any hole he wanted. just for the record.

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this is very late but i wanted to wish this gorgeous man a happy 61st birthday!!!💕💕

I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS MAN

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serving motley crue but i love love love 💕

James is at bar with Kirk, Lars and Cliff and reader is giving him head under table, 80s

I SCREEEAAAMMMED THIS IS SO MMMMM

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ¹⁹⁸⁴

I cannot believe I let my girlfriend talk me into this. Here we are sitting in this dim bar with Kirk, Lars, and Cliff, and she is now under the table with her head burrowed between my legs.

The tablecloth is long enough to keep our little secret concealed from prying eyes, but it's starting to get tough to keep a straight face.

The guys haven't stopped quizzing me about where she's gone since we walked in the door. I've been making up some story or other, trying to palm it off on them.

My heart's in my mouth every time one of them gives me a sideways glance. I can only think what must be going through their minds, that maybe I've had one too many drinks or that I lost her in the crowd.

I glanced down at her, and she locked eyes with me briefly, then went back to doing what she was doing. Her mouth was warm and wet, each touch made cold shivers run up my spine.

She was so into it that I almost thought she had forgotten we were in public. I tried not to move or make a noise, but it was impossible to avoid the thoughts running through my head.

I could picture the face she was making while working her magic below the table. Her eyes locked with mine, the evil sparkle dancing deep within, and I could feel her tongue tracing the lines on my shaft, lips squeezed around me like she would never let go.

My mind strayed back to the number of nights that we had spent inside each other's bodies and how this moment was just another addition to our sexual escapades.

The conversation at the table has reached a peak, as Kirk goes on about how one of his strings broke. Lars laughs, Cliff rolls his eyes, pretending to be bored.

I try to tune them out, my focus solely on her tongue flicking on my throbbing tip. She quickens her pace, and I feel it.

Suddenly, a stray thought gets me off guard…what if someone lifted the tablecloth? That very idea sent a spike of adrenaline through my veins. I flick my eyes to my girlfriend, who I hope felt my unease.

She looked back at me once more, her eyes shining with that glint which said she knew full well the danger we were courting.

"Hey, James, where’d your girl go?" Kirk asks again, this time suspiciously.

I tried to act as nonchalant as possible and forced a grin. "Oh, uh, she just needed to go to the bathroom, I think."

Next, Lars snorts, "You should have seen her before, she was all over you."

Cliff then rose an eyebrow. "Yeah, and now she vanished into thin air?"

The men all exchanged knowing looks. Only hoping that they would drop the matter soon.

With minutes ticking by, the ministrations from my girlfriend tick on the pressure inside. My thoughts suddenly jumble up, and I barely retain a clear thought.

The dam finally breaks, and I'm consumed by the orgasm that's been building for at least 30 minutes now. It feels like forever. Her lips tighten around me as she draws out every last drop of my seed, letting it drip down her throat. It becomes nearly impossible to maintain a grip on reality.

My sudden awareness is of the guys staring at me with amusement. They can clearly see the look on my face as I cum. It's time to confess, there is just no continuing this charade.

"I, um… got something to tell you guys," I stammer, burning with my face in embarrassment. "She’s not in the bathroom..."

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Listening to Metallica isn’t enough—I need to fuck James hetfield.