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I’m Drunk In You

Dad’s Best Friend!Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Chubby!Male Reader

Title based off TWICE’s “Alcohol Free”

Requested by the gorgeous, wonderful @buckyshusband0 once again: “Dad's best friend!ATJ x Male Reader. Seeing reader grow up from a small child to a grown young man was something his dad was proud of. y/n just graduated from college and was now visiting his father at his small modern house with luggage because they were going to go on a small vacation. One thing y/n doesn't know... his father's best friend, his childhood crush, Aaron. Aaron was someone who y/n had a crush on growing up, but he knew it was wrong.. he knew it was forbidden. When y/n sees Aaron for the first time in years, Aaron is taken aback by the beauty of the boy he basically helped raise. That small child was now a young man. (You can decide how the scene goes on from there.) 3 days later, they are all at the beach and y/n is wearing such a tight lingerie in public, making Aaron want him more than anything. (Maybe y/n notices how Aaron stares at him..) Now a few days later, they're all staying in a hotel room. y/n's father speaks up and tells him he's going to get a drink from the bar and invited Aaron, but he softly declines. Now it was just them two in the room. Aaron speaks up about how he notices how y/n looks at him and slowly gets up and puts his finger under his chin. (Smut scene.) After sex, Aaron kisses y/n for the last time before whispering to keep this forbidden action a secret... Kinks: edging, armpit play 🤭, praising, body worship, marking (hickeys)”

Your dad closed the car’s trunk, grabbing the last of your bags before heading inside, “You excited for these next few months champ?”. You grabbed the last of your things from the middle seats, closing the door and walking alongside your dad. “Sure am! Finally graduated college and now ready to just… relax! Just to figure out things first.” Your dad set down your bags and closed the door behind you, “Of course! I did the same thing after college, kinda. I fooled around, but not you, you’re a good kid”, he pinched your cheek as you chuckled.

“You know you don’t have to worry about me dad”, you grabbed the bags you could and made your way upstairs, to your room, your dad following suit. “I know I don’t, you’ve always been an angel. I’m not even sure you’re even my son”, you both laughed as you two set your bags onto your bed.

You both let out a sigh of relief, you began to unpack, putting things into your drawers and closet. Your dad’s phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket and looked at it, he smiled and looked to you, “Hey, you remember Aaron?”, you turned to him, “Aaron Taylor-Johnson?”, he nodded. “He’s coming to stay over for a bit”, you continued to put your things away, “For how long?”. Your father stayed quiet for a bit, then answered, “He says for a few months. You okay with that?” You set down your empty bag so you can sit on your bed, “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be? Haven’t seen him since I graduated highschool, it’ll be nice to catch up.”

Your dad left you and you immediately started giggling like you were back in middle school. You’ve had a crush on him ever since you’ve discovered what a crush even was. In fact, he was the reason you realized that you’re gay. So you couldn’t wait to see him and see if he was still as handsome as you remembered he was.

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Your dad and you spent the next few days preparing for Aaron’s arrival, your dad told you he’d be staying in the room next to yours.

When he arrived, you couldn’t believe your eyes at what you saw. Your bedroom’s window faces the street, giving you a view of the car that pulled into the driveway, and out stepped a man that you couldn’t believe was Aaron. He was so much more manly, he was wearing a shirt that hugged his body, accentuating his pecs and abs. It was as if he was just muscles all over, his arms were huge and had amazing biceps.

God… you imagined what those arms could do to you. You moved to head out, then you looked down and… you were sporting a boner. “Goddamnit!”, you decided to sit down on your and let it go away before heading down outside.

You stepped out and you immediately caught Aaron’s eye. “Y/N!? Is that you?”, he ran towards you and pulled you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received. It was so familiar, and you possibly breathed in how he smelled.

And possibly so did Aaron.

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All three of you spent the entire day catching up. Learning about what’s happened in all of your life’s in just the past four years. And you and Aaron sneaking glances at each other when neither of you were paying attention.

That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Aaron. You had a wet dream about him, the last night that happened was in highschool. It was a pool party and you couldn’t stop thinking about him in those swim shorts. They hugged every part of his lower half so well. You woke up with morning wood, as well as cumstains in your underwear.

The same thing happened again, you woke up and moaned as you stretched. You then touched your boner and felt the dried cum on your underwear. You just shrugged it off and changed into your regular clothes and brushed your teeth.

You made your way downstairs and was met with Aaron bumping into you, you just stumbled back and looked up at him. “Morning”, he said while looking down at you. “Good morning”, you said, rubbing your eyes. ‘Eye boogers, that’s really attractive’, you thought as Aaron kept looking at you with a smile.

“I made some pancakes”, he pointed to a plate filled with pancakes on the counter. “Some plain, some with chocolate chips, and some with blueberries. Didn’t know what you liked so I just made a few of each”, you smiled at Aaron’s kind gesture.

“You made breakfast for me?”, you smile gently. “Of course. Kinda figured you’d need it since you didn’t have much for dinner last night”, you smiled, “Thank you”, he waved a hand. “Of course”, he grabbed his jacket that was draped over the couch, “I’ll be at the gym. If your father asks for me, tell him I’ll be back probably when the sun goes down.”

‘Geez, no wonder he’s in incredible shape’ you thought. With that, Aaron left and you sat there eating one of each of the pancakes he made. After you were done, you decided to do the dishes. And after the dishes you decided that you’d might as well clean the whole house. Your dad was gone fishing, as he does most weekends, Aaron’s out so you thought it was a good chance.

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You had finished cleaning the entire house, by the time you were finished the sun had begun to set. You were resting in your room with your window open and curtains closed, the sounds of outside calming you and the orange sun rays inside your room made for the perfect resting time.

You napped and woke up from time to time to use the bathroom. This time you had woken up because your phone rang, it was your dad. You picked up, a little nervous, “Dad?”, you asked. “Hey kiddo! Listen I’m on my way home but I’m leaving right after because an emergency meeting just came up at work. So I’ll be in and out”, you let out a sigh of relief. “Ok dad. How long will you be gone?”

“Don’t know, maybe a few days, maybe even more. Tell Aaron that I’ll be out”

“Alright dad. Drive safe and hopefully that meeting goes well.”

“Alright then, bye”, your dad hung up and left you to once again go back to sleep.

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This time you were awoken by two things, a strong cold breeze, and your door opening quite roughly. You jumped at your doors opening and were ready to defend yourself. “Damn”, you heard a voice call out. You sighed in relief as you saw that it was just Aaron. “Holy fuck you scared me”, you said as you got up and closed your window.

“Sorry, I was just wondering where everyone was”, Aaron gave you an apologetic smile. “Oh, well I was just resting since I cleaned the whole house. My dad left to go to an emergency meeting at work”, you sat down on your bed.

“Oh alright”, Aaron stepped into your room. “You mind if I sit down?”, you moved over and made space for the man. “I’m sorta beat myself”, Aaron laid down in your bed.

“Why’s that? Gym wore you out?”, Aaron just scoffed. “Was hoping it did, instead a bunch of the equipment wasn’t working. Only was able to do chest and lift weights”, you stared at Aaron's drenched shirt. “Seems like you worked out a lot though, your shirt’s drenched in sweat”

Aaron sighed, looking at you, “Yeah, which reminds me that I need to shower, dumb gym showers were broken”, Aaron sat up and walked to the door. “See ya tomorrow”, Aaron stepped out and then poked his head back in, “Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow? Weather calls for a lovely beach day”, you nodded. And then fell back asleep.

Both of you excited to see each other shirtless.

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You went upstairs and packed your bag for the beach, you grabbed your swimsuit and put it on, putting back your shirt and shorts over it, figuring you’d just take them off when you’d get to the beach.

Aaron was in his room and packed his bag as well, “You ready M/N?”, he called out, “Yes!” Aaron grabbed his bag and headed downstairs, you followed behind him.

When you got in Aaron’s car you tried your best to not stare at him. He had on his swim shorts and had an opened button up shirt. His amazing body was on display and it didn’t help that the windows were rolled down as the wind blew open his shirt.

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You two arrived at the beach, it was mildly crowded but nothing terrible. You and Aaron found a spot and Aaron laid down a towel for both himself and you. You set up the umbrella as Aaron took off the shirt and applied sunscreen.

You took off your shirt and shorts, revealing probably the most tightest and revealing one piece swimsuit ever. And began to apply the sunscreen you brought. “Hey M/N?”, you looked over to Aaron and he was holding the sunscreen in his hands with his back to you, “Can you get my back?”, Aaron stood as you began to apply sunscreen to his back.

“You need any help?”, Aaron asked, as he applied sunscreen to his arms. Aaron turned around and felt his breath falter when he saw you. He coughed once he was finished, “All right, well I’m going to go for a bit of a swim. Care to join me?”

You shook your head no, “Think I’ll just lay here for a while.” “Suit yourself”, Aaron jogged towards the ocean, going out far but not far enough where he couldn’t see you.

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It was an hour that Aaron was spending in the water, and you laying down in the sun.

You had your eyes closed, enjoying the day when you heard a ball thud next to you. A guy about your age came up to you. “Oh sorry”, he said, “It’s fine”, you smiled and got up. Grabbing the ball and heading towards him.

You tossed the ball towards him, “No problem”, you said, not noticing that underneath his sunglasses his eyes roamed your body. “Seems like you’re enjoying your day, really sorry I disturbed you.” You waved a hand, and you noticed that his skin was just a bit red.

“You put on any sunscreen?”, he shook his head. “We ran out. Came here with a couple of friends”, you gestured towards your bag underneath the umbrella. “I have some extra. I don’t mind giving you some.” He perked up, “You really don’t have to. Really!”

You shook your head and walked towards the back, the guy waved his friends over. “Could my friends get some too?”, you got the sunscreen from your bag. “Sure! I have enough, I think.” You turned around and saw more bush show up, you blush at the way they smiled at you.

“Uh- I’m Jake by the way!”, the guy who you first talked to said. He pointed to the guy on his right, “He’s DeMarcus”, DeMarcus waved. He pointed to the guy on his left, “He’s Jaxon”, Jaxon flashed a smile.

Aaron was swimming around, loving the water. He went underneath for a bit then stuck his head out. He noticed the guys talking to you, seeing how they made you laugh. He scoffed, slowly swimming closer. He began to swim faster as you began to apply sunscreen to one the guy’s back. He could’ve sworn that they had boners, there’s no way that swim shorts tent up like that by itself.

Well, on some degree he could understand. In took every fiber in Aaron’s being to not just pin you down and fuck you in that swimsuit once he saw it on you. Gave him a raging boner.

“Thanks for this”, Jake said, giving his friends a knowing while they rolled their eyes. “No problem!”, DeMarcus leaned in close to Jake, “Dude. Let us have a chance will you?”, Jake just stuck out his tongue.

Aaron got out of the water, damn, why’d you both have to agree on being so far? He made his way close to this little group. You were applying sunscreen to DeMarcus’ back. Him not so subtly flexing as he asks you for help with his arms.

You giggled, “You seem really strong”, you finished applying the sunscreen. “Yeah I work out a lot”, he said, turning back to you. He began to pop his pecs. You felt your face heat up, “You like that?”, he asked.

Before you could answer, Aaron came up to you and grabbed a towel that was on your shoulder and used it to dry off. You glanced at him, “Have fun?”, he towered behind you, staring down at the guys. “Sure did, though it would’ve been better if you joined”, you were about to apply sunscreen to Jaxon but Aaron snatched the bottle away from you.

He handed it to Jaxon, “Keep it.”, it came out more as a demand rather than a suggestion. “Uh yes sir”, Jaxon said, stuttering as DeMarcus picked up the ball. “M/N”, Aaron said, with a smile on his face, “Join me this time?”

You smiled and saw him smiling back at you. You blushed and looked back to the guys, “Well, if you’re from around here then I guess I’ll see ya”, you waved as you made your way towards the water. “As if”, Aaron said.

Aaron turned back to the guys, “So”, he turned to DeMarcus, “You think you go the gym as often as me?”, DeMarcus gulped. “And you”, Jason’s face went red as he saw the way Aaron stared him down. “You like getting felt up by my boy?”, Jason stepped back as Aaron stalked towards him. “I-I-I”, Aaron just stepped closer. “I didn’t know! I swear! I swear if I knew he was in a relationship, and especially with someone like you, we wouldn’t have made a move!”, Aaron just scoffed.

Aaron turned to Jaxon, “You’re off the hook because you barely got an experience”, Aaron just gave them an icy cold look. “Now go back, don’t come near M/N again. Got it?”, they all nodded their heads in understanding as they hurried their way back to where they were playing with the ball.

Aaron just sighed as he turned to the water, not seeing you and began to worry. But you then resurfaced and you waved to him. He smiled like a fool and made his way back to the water. He dived in and began to swim towards you.

You two swam with each other, sometimes racing, sometimes just letting yourselves float on the surface, splashing water at each other.

It was like this for a couple of hours. Before the two of you decided that it was time to head home.

You dried yourselves off, packed up everything and shook off sand off things. You placed towels in your seats, Aaron started the car and began to drive away, the sun setting, and you slowly fell asleep as Aaron drove.

He turned to you and smiled, ‘So handsome’, he smiled. And then he took a look at the rest of your body, the swimsuit hugging you in all the right places, ‘Fucking shit’, he thought as felt himself get hard again.

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When you two arrived home, it was dark, Aaron shook you awake. “We’re here”, he said softly, you stretched and got out. You grabbed your things and headed towards the front door with Aaron next to you. “I had a great time Aaron”, you said smiling up at him. Aaron couldn’t help but envision you saying those words after a date. You’d probably be cuter than you are now, and he’d kiss you after he’d walked you to the door.

He shook those heads away. “I did too”, he smiled back, you unlocked the door and Aaron headed to the garage as he dropped off some of the beach stuff. He walked back in with his bag in his hands. Going through it to make sure he had everything.

He looked up and saw you walking up the stairs, and he had an amazing view of your ass. The swimsuit looked like it was a thong now and Aaron could’ve sworn he could cum right then and there. “Fuck”, he said under his breath. “I’m gonna shower then I’m going to bed”, Aaron stood there before snapping back to reality. “A-alright! I’ll see you in the morning then. Night!” “Night!”, you called back, Aaron looked down. He was sporting a major boner, he groaned as he headed towards his room.

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You awoke to a beautiful sunrise. You stretched and readied yourself for the day. From your bathroom window you saw Aaron outside, doing some yard work. You saw how his arms fixed as he picked up big bags of dirt for the garden, and you noticed his ass whenever he bent over. “Not bad”, you said as you began to brush your teeth. Aaron now headed into the shed.

You went downstairs to find a plate of breakfast in your spot at the table. Aaron must’ve made it, you happily ate it as you scrolled through your phone. Once you were done you washed your plate and utensils and joined Aaron outside.

“Hey”, you called out. Aaron peaked his head around the corner. “Oh M/N! Morning!”, he smiled as he dig some dirt. “What made you decide to work on this?”, Aaron wiped sweat from his forehead, “Your father talked to me that he wasn’t able to tend to the garden as good as you do, so figured I can do what I’m able to”

“I can help”, you said, “No really. Let me do this for you?”, Aaron smiled. “Alright”, you gave him a small smile. “I should be done in a few hours”, Aaron looked to the patio. “How do you feel about burgers later?” You thought for a second, “Sure, I’ll have to go into town for the things though”, Aaron stood up, “All right. I’ll work on the garden and make it as pretty as you and you prepare the stuff for later.”

You nodded as you felt get warm at the garden comment, walking back into the house, grabbing your keys and going to your car. You get in and start it, driving off into town.

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You return when the sun is beaming hot. Taking the things from the trunk of your car and heading towards the door. Walking in and setting the things on the kitchen island.

You walk out into the back to see the garden come back to its beauty that you’ve had before. You gasp, walking out and seeing Aaron planting more flowers. “Aaron”, you said, he turned around and smiled proudly. “What do you think?”, you stare at him and go over and hug him, not caring that he’s absolutely drenched in sweat.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful, almost exactly like what I had it as”, Aaron hugged you back. “But”, you pulled back, “Have you been out here since I left”, Aaron nodded. “Aaron, it's boiling hot! Get inside right now!”, you grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. He loved it when you got like this, all worried about him, you were so cute when you did.

“How about you help me with the burger stuff, the garden is practically finished, we can do finishing touches or whatever tomorrow”, Aaron sat down as you brought him a beer. You handed him tomatoes and cutting board and a knife. “Slice these.”

“Sir yes sir”, he chuckled, he smiled as he you be so attentive with the other things. Even with sometime as simple as burgers you were completely concentrated on.

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You finished preparing the last patties, “Can you fire up the grill for me?”, Aaron walked out onto the patio and fired up the grill. He was prepping it as you were inside finishing the sauces and whatnot. Aaron poked his inside, “Grill’s ready”, you grabbed the tray of patties and placed some on the grill as Aaron helped.

Aaron saw you bring out the rest of the stuff and decided to help with that as well. You gave him a small thank you, you grabbed a spatula and stood at the grill, ready to flip the patties.

Aaron stood next to you with a plate of burger buns, ready for you to place them. “You know”, Aaron said, catching you off guard. “I’ve really liked these past few days with you M/N. It’s been so long, I’ve missed you”, you smiled with a heat spreading across your face.

“I’ve missed you too Aaron, feels like it’s been years since I’ve seen you”, you grabbed a patty and placed it on a bun that Aaron held on the plate. “Being with you makes me feel at home”, you said with a smile. And Aaron swore that he could feel his heart melt.

You put more patties onto the buns, “Alright, think this is enough for us”, Aaron agrees as he began to prep his burger to his liking. You followed suit, once you were finished you sat in one of the lawn chairs next to Aaron.

Feeling bold, you spoke up, “I like being with you Aaron”, you turned to him. “I like being with you too M/N”, he smiled as he wiped sauce off the side of his lips.

You smiled, as you continued to eat your burger. Both of you enjoying the nice day.

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Aaron was packing his suitcase and was putting it in the trunk, noticing that you came out with your bags too, he ran over and grabbed them from you, his arms flexing in that tight shirt he was wearing, “Thank you Aaron”, you said, “No problem M/N”, he placed your bags alongside his and opened the door for you.

Once everything was accounted for, you two began to drive off, “So does this means your dad’s meeting is over or something?”, Aaron asked looking at you. “I don’t know, he didn’t say on the phone, I’ll ask when he get there.”

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You two had arrived when it was noon, your father waiting in the lobby, “M/N! Aaron!”, your dad came over to hug the both of you, “Hey dad”, you smiled as you hugged him back. After doing a bit of catching up, your dad went up to the front desk and ask for room keys, “This is great! You two are right next to each other”, your dad smiled as he handed you your room keys. “Now we’re not all on the same floor, you two are three floors above me. But that doesn’t really matter.”

Your dad then went to the elevator, the bell boy following, “I don’t think there’s enough room for all of us”, he said. “Doesn’t matter, we can take another one”, Aaron said as he put an arm around you and walked to another elevator, and pushed the up button, waiting for it to come down.

You had arrived on your floor and you opened your room and it was huge, the bed was huge, the bathroom was huge, the window was huge, it was all huge. You sat on the bed, you told the bell boy to leave the bags in a corner. You had gotten up and took what you brought and put it on, your regular clothes going above it.

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It had been a few hours, your dad, Aaron, and you all talking, you asked your dad if he’d be back home soon, and he said no, these hotel rooms were just a commodity because they’d be going to the next town over, and that they had to be out of hotel rooms by the end of the week. But it didn’t matter to him.

The sun began to go down.”Hey Aaron”, your dad said, “They have a bar downstairs, wanna join me for a couple of drinks?” “Sorry pal, not tonight, maybe some other time”, you spoke up, “Don’t make a fool of yourself dad, you know how you are”, he waved a hand at you. “Don’t have to tell me twice, I already made a fool of myself the first night here.” Your dad got up and walked out, “Well, have a nice evening you two.”

When the door closed, Aaron spoke up “M/N? Can we talk?”, you nodded, making room for him on the bed.

Aaron sat down, “Hey”, he said. “Hey”, you said back, a small laugh came from the older man. “M/N, I really meant it yesterday when I said I’ve been enjoying my time with you. And that I like being with you. And…”, he took a deep breath, “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.” He was scooting closer to you. “And, I’ve seen the way you look at me”, Aaron grabbed your chin, angling your head to look him directly in the eyes.

“Aaron”, you voice was shaking, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Aaron placed a hand on your thigh, “What do you think I’m saying?”, he leaned in closer, “Tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable, please”, you didn’t say anything.

Instead you let Aaron kiss you. You couldn’t believe it, Aaron Taylor Johnson, your crush for years, your dad’s best friend, was kissing you! You let him take over the kiss, his hands shakily coming up to grab your face and you held them. You could feel yourself completely melt at the way he kissed you.

Aaron pulled back, a huge small was spread across his face, “Was that ok?” You nodded, licking your lips and smiling, “It was more than ok”, Aaron stared at you, “Then you won’t mind if I do it again?” Before you could respond, Aaron began kissing you again, his tongue entering your mouth, a moan coming from you.

You felt Aaron’s hands roam around your body, then, Aaron grabbed you and place you on top of him and he began kissing you once more. His hands were on your back, but they soon began to roam lower, soon finding your plump supple ass. One hand was grabbing at your ass while the other was cradling your head, Aaron grinder onto you, drawing a moan from you. He pulled back, “Please”, he said, “Please can we have sex? I can’t take another minute of pleasuring myself thinking of you.”

You were taken aback, he wanted you this badly? “You’ve thought about me?”, he nodded. “I’ve thought about you too”, he just smirked and grabbed your hips and grinded into you again. “So then please, let me make you feel good baby”, you looked down at him. “Alright”, you said, taking off your shirt, you leaned down to kiss him again. This time his hand went inside your shorts, and he expected to feel something, like boxers or something like that, instead he just felt flesh. His hand squeezed your ass, then found a string.

He pulled back from the kiss, looking down at your ass, both hands going underneath your shorts and pulling at a string. Aaron looked at you with a smile, “M/N L/N, are you wearing a thong? A g-string thong?”, you felt your face heat up and nodded. He got a look in his eyes, “Take these shorts off. Now.”

You rolled over next to him and stared into his eyes as he stared into yours as you removed the shorts. He immediately followed suit and tore off his clothes, his shirt and pants on the floor, leaving him in his underwear. “C’mon”, you whined, “Take them off.” Aaron smiled, “I will, under one condition”, he sat up and raised his arms and began to flex. “Kiss my muscles”, you just laughed and sat in his lap. You leaned over to kiss his biceps, he flexed his arms as you did so, smiling down at you.

You moved over and kissed his other one, licking it and softly biting down on it. Aaron bucked his hips slightly, his hard cock poking you. You looked up at him and kissed him. He smiled down at you, “I’m assuming you want your body done too?”, he nodded. You started at his happy trail, kissing your way up to his eight pack, “An eight pack? Jesus…”, Aaron chuckled. You kiss and licked each individual one.

You got to his chest and kissed him all over, licking his nipple and flicking at it with your tongue, a slight moan coming from him. As you suck in his nipple, your nose sits nicely near his pit. And you breathe in, “Hey, when was the last time you showered”, Aaron’s eyes go wide. “Oh shit!”, Aaron jumped up from the bed, but you grabbed his hand, “I never said I didn’t like it”, you said, biting your lip.

Aaron just looked at you and chuckled lightly. “But!”, you said, “Have you washed your ass?”, Aaron made a face. “Of course I have. I just sometimes forget my armpits”, he paused, “And my crotch.” You smiled and dragged him back down, taking off his underwear, “It’s obvious I’m gonna be the bottom of this relationship, and you don’t like a dirty ass right?”, Aaron shook his head. “Well I don’t like dirty ass either. Besides, I have dreamt of eating you out before.”

Aaron kissed you, his hard cock rubbing against your barely clothed one. “Trust me, this ass is clean”, he kissed down your neck, then stood up and raised his arm and took a sniff. “So, you really like how it smells now?”, you nod as you bite your lip. “Oh baby are we gonna have some fun”, he smiled as he laid back down, arms raised.

“Take all the time you need baby, gonna give you a big prize once you're done”, you smiled as you sat in Aaron’s lap, his cock resting on your ass as you dove your nose into his lightly haired armpits. A moan escaping your mouth as you inhaled his scent. “So really”, you said, “How long has it been you’ve cleaned them?”, Aaron thought for a second while you began to lick his armpit. “It was the day we went to the beach, so really not that long,” you grinded your hard cock onto his stomach, a moan leaving your mouth.

You moved onto his other armpit, this time Aaron placed a hand on the back of your head, shoving you deeper into it. “Sniff it boy”, he said as you were taking in deep breaths of his smell. Aaron pulled your head back, your face was shiny in the sweat that drenched his armpit. Aaron brought you into a kiss, tasting the salty sweat on your tongue and he moaned. “So fucking good”, he said, bringing your head back to the pit. You began to lick at it.

Aaron stuck a finger in his mouth as he began to toy with your hole, putting the thong string aside. A moan escaped your mouth as you finished licking his pit. You sat up and breathed heavily, “Now you smell like me”, he said, “Make sure that everyone knows your mine”, he said as he brought you in for a kiss.

Aaron sat you on his lap, “Like those boys at the beach”, Aaron said coldly. You looked at him, “Are you jealous?”, Aaron gave you a look. “Oh my god you are jealous”, you began to laugh as Aaron wrapped his hand around your cock, cutting off your laughter and being replaced with a moan. “Oh Aaron”, you moaned, an arm wrapped around his him as you kissed him. He kisses back, jerking you slowly and softly.

He took the precum from his own cock and yours and used it to jerk you slowly, the thong’s pouch now laying at the base of your cock. Aaron jerked your cock quickly, moans escaping you, wet slick sounds filling the room as well. “You’re so pretty like this baby”, Aaron said as you began to whine. “M’gonna cum Aaron”, you said, Aaron kissed you. “Yeah baby? You gonna cum for me?”, you nodded as you looked at him with glassy eyes.

Aaron then suddenly removed his hand, leaving you to cry out as he stretched. “Aaron”, you whined, “Aaron I was about to cum”, Aaron looked at you and kissed your cheek. “I know. That’s what you get for laughing earlier”, you let out a sound. “Aaron please I’m sorry.” Aaron looked at you.

He once again wrapped his hand around your cock, beginning to stroke it slowly, a pleasured moan escaping your mouth. Aaron sunk his head down to your neck, softly kissing and leaving bite marks and hickeys all around. “Aaron”, you said breathily, he but down on your shoulder as he let go once again.

You cried out, Aaron ignored this, simply kissing your cheek. “Face down, ass up”, he said into your ear. The way he said it sent shivers down your spine, you obliged. As you positioned yourself, Aaron stood up and grabbed a packet of lube from his pants pocket. Your cock was hard dripping onto the bed below.

Aaron moaned at the site. “Such a pretty pussy”, he said as he moved the thing aside. You moaned as he called your hole a pussy. Aaron ripped open the lube packet and poured it on his 9 inch dick. He spat out onto your hole, before kneeling down slightly as he licked a stripe across your hole, drawing a broken moan from you.

He then began to tongue fuck you, his tongue going deep inside you. “Fuck Aaron”, you cried out. He smacked your ass, drawing another moan from you. Aaron pulled away from your delectable ass, licking his lips as he breathed heavily. He now opted for his fingers once again.

“Gonna make sure that you can fit all of me inside, sweetheart”, he said in a low voice. You whined as he did so, his other hand gently pulled on your hard leaking cock, causing you to cry out. “When can I cum?”, you asked with tears in your eyes. “You’ll know exactly when sweetheart. But for now…”, Aaron put you in your back, his hands on the bed right next to your head. “Gonna fuck you till I fill you up.”

Aaron slid in the tip, moans escaping from both your mouths. You breathed heavily, your cock twitching, “Remember”, he said as he slid in slowly, “No cumming.” Aaron leaned down to kiss you. Your moans slipping into his mouth. One hand slipping down as he began to play with your nipple. A loud whine coming from you.

“So pretty like this baby”, he said, staring down at you. Your face felt hot, your chest was rising and falling, your eyes were filled with tears of indescribable amounts of pleasure. “Please”, you said weakly, “Please what M/N?” You breathed in heavily, a moan was heard as the tip of cock grazed your prostate. “Make love to me”, you said. It sounded so desperate, so genuine. Aaron couldn’t deny you that feeling.

“Of course baby”, he said. He removed his dick from inside, causing you to whine at the emptiness, he shushed you gently, placing you on the bed like he was putting you to sleep. He grabbed the pillows and put one underneath your head and a few around you. “Only the best for you M/N”, he said as he kissed you softly, his cock once again entering your hole.

This time, Aaron was able to thrust fully, both you moaning into each other’s mouths as Aaron began to gain speed. With each thrust, Aaron’s kissing got sloppier, an indication of his nearing orgasm. “My pretty M/N”, he said as his tip would hit your prostate. “You’re taking me so good love, you’re absolutely insatiable.”

Aaron kissed you one last time, a broken moan left his mouth as he came inside you. His legs were shaking. He pulled out and was breathing heaving breaths. “I just knew that you’d have a hole to die for”, he laughed. You laughed back, admiring the sweat glistening on his body.

Aaron looked down, your own cock never got its release that it craved. Aaron made a sound, grabbing your cock and pulling on it gently. “Remember when I said that you’ll know when to cum?”, you nodded as you shivered at Aaron’s gentle touch. “I hope you still know”, he said.

In a flash, Aaron took your cock into his mouth, his nose all the way in your pubes. Your body squirmed as your mouth opened in pleasure, just an ‘O’ shape, no sound escaping. Except for tiny gasps each time your cock would hit the back of Aaron’s mouth.

Aaron pulled back, licking your shaft and sucking Your balls, “Hold in out for me baby? Know it’ll be worth it”, you just nodded as you reached down and grabbed his hair. Pulling him back onto your cock, holding him in place as you began to buck your hips into his mouth, your balls slapping his chin.

You were like a man on a mission, choking sounds coming from Aaron, “Fuck. So fucking good”, you said. Aaron’s hands roamed your body, gliding over your skin before he began to play with your nipples. Aaron decided that one hand would play with your nipples. And the other would play with your hole.

It seemed to be the last straw for you, you stopped bucking your hips into Aaron’s mouth, you let go of his hair. You were cumming, cumming a lot and hard. You practically screamed as you came. Aaron moaned as he let some cum go down his throat. But he also pulled back and let you paint his face. He laid there for a second, breathing heavily.

“M/N, baby…”, he said, licking his lips. He crawled up next to you. “Fucking incredible”, he said, as you began to lick your cum off his face. Aaron grabbed your chin and kissed you, the two of you shared your cum.

Aaron got up and stretched, heading into the bathroom and you heard the sink running. He walked back in with a towel. He stopped by the mini fridge for two water bottles. He tossed you one as he drank from the other one. You drank yours and set it on the nightstand next to you.

Aaron got back to bed and began to wipe away any stray cum that came from either of you. He wiped your mouth, stomach, and cock. Aaron lifted your leg and placed your foot on his shoulder, he kissed your calf as he looked at you with a soft smile, cleaning his own cum from your hole. He walked back into the bathroom, setting down the towel, and once again he came back to bed.

He laid next to you, wrapping an arm around you. You looked to him, he leaned down to kiss you, “I love you M/N”, he said. You felt your heart burst with joy, “I love you too Aaron.” Aaron smiled as he got the sheets untucked and covered you both. “M/N, your dad can’t ever know we did this. He’ll kill me”, you looked at Aaron.

“I know”, you sighed. You kissed his cheek, “But”, you paused, “What are we now?”, Aaron looked at you and smiled. “I was hoping you’d be my boyfriend”, your heart fluttered. “Of course”, you laid a hand across Aaron’s chest as he pulled you in tighter, chuckling as he grabbed your leg and placed it over his two. Aaron reached over and turned off the lamp. The room is now in darkness.

Aaron spoke,,“M’always gonna try my best to make you happy M/N. Gonna love you as best I can”, you sighed happily. “All you gotta do is be with me Aaron, I’m happy whenever you’re around.” Aaron smiled like a fool.

“Goodnight M/N”

“Goodnight Aaron”

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suzdin · 4 months

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Washed Up Has-Been: a Dieter Bravo one shot

Dieter Bravo x F!Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: soft!Dieter, sweet!Dieter, smut, angst, bodily insecurities, reader is plus sized but no other physical attributes are described, Dieter is a little chubby as well, mentions of drugs and alcohol, oral (m receiving), mention of sex toys, fluff? (gasp!), did I forget anything? I know next to nothing about the film industry, don’t judge me :(

Word Count: 2,800

Enjoy and feel free to reblog and comment if you wish! 💜🙂

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Dieter Bravo had not been the same since Cliff Beasts 6.

What did they call it? Losing your spark? Your mojo? Your moxy? Whatever it was called, he’d lost it, along with his marbles… if he ever had any to begin with, and he was sure many would agree he hadn’t.

The reviews were bad, abhorrent, really. ‘Dieter Bravo as Gio Ricci baffling’, ‘Bravo couldn’t act his way out of a paper bag’, ‘I can’t believe this man has an Oscar’, ‘Did he get his Italian accent at an Olive Garden?’, on and on the critics wailed and lambasted.

He’d had a mental break shortly after the premier, firing everyone he could in his vicinity — his publicist, his hair stylist and manicurist, hell, even his agent of twenty five years. He’d hired a new one, of course, a potential script FedExed to his door that morning, fist curled and white knuckled in anger around the thick stack of papers as he perched himself like a sentient gargoyle on his couch, in the tattered clothes he’d been wearing for nearly a week.

A dad. They wanted him to play a fucking dad, some sort of buddy comedy family film opposite Dwayne Johnson, it might be a good move for your career, buddy, his agent had explained. But seriously, him? Hollywood heart throb Dieter Bravo, reduced to playing someone’s bumbling father, opposite THE FUCKING ROCK?

He couldn’t believe it.

He had put on some weight since his last film, sure, but that was no reason or excuse to allow himself to be typecasted as a dad.

Or was it the ever persistent graying in his hair and beard? The laugh lines? The crow’s feet?

‘Dieter Bravo is a washed up has-been’ the internet screamed at him daily, leading him to drown himself in an endless stream of drugs and alcohol…more so than he was already doing, anyway.

He was barely a functioning person. A husk of his former self, he could no longer get it up, unsure whether to blame the drugs or his steadily fleeting mental health, and even putting brush to canvas felt more like a chore than an escape nowadays. He’d become a hermit in his own home, the ghastly, aging 1970s mid-century horror he resided in the Hollywood Hills, that he thought was amazing when he originally bought it a decade ago.

Well, much like him, older things fall apart, and the house was a piece of shit, which was apt.

He had hired you as his assistant and he was so vague as to what that entailed that you were sort of a jack of all trades as far as helping was concerned, acting as his maid, his cook, the middle man to screen his calls, his emails, so on and so forth. Hell, you even took care of the large python he’d bought ‘because it looked cool’, that he was now too scared to touch, himself.

You did it all, and although he never properly expressed as much, he was more grateful for you than he let on.

He always found you pretty, too. Beautiful, even, and not in the fake way he’d grown used to, living in Hollywood. You were kind, sweet, and uncorrupted by a crueler world, always happy and eager to assist him with whatever he needed.

And if he was being honest with himself, the thought of you sheathed around his cock was the only thing that could even get him half hard anymore.

When you arrive for the day, you find him on his couch, glowering at what you can only assume is another bad script, graying hair disheveled and curling away from his skull, teeth gritted in disdain. A look you had come to recognize and were more than familiar with.

“Let me take that to the garbage for you,” you offer, as you normally do in these situations, stepping forward to reach for the offending script.

His eyes clock the way your breasts sway when you walk, the roundness of your belly, the plushness of your arms. He can’t help but stare; he wants to bury himself in you and stay there forever.

He swallows, moving the script away from your extended hand and tucking it behind a cushion, distracted by your body.

“No — no, it’s okay,” he replies and his voice feels like gravel in his throat, realizing he hasn’t spoken all day until now.

Although the script sucks and he doesn’t want to do it, he needs the money. “Thanks.”

You notice his eyes on you and you sit, leaving about a foot of space between you to maintain a modicum of professionalism, observing the sadness behind his dark brown eyes and knowing this has been the norm for several months now but still hating it for what it is.

“What’s on the docket for today?” you ask him and he shrugs, unhelpfully, his lips pulled into a frown, shadows staining the lines of his face. You haven’t seen him this bad in a while.

“I can… make you some hot tea?” you ask, looking down at the schedule in your lap, of which nothing is jotted down for the day.

He shakes his head, carding a hand through his hair. “No. I’m out of tea.”

You chew your lip. “Okay… well, then I guess I’m running to the store today. I have a list already, but can you think of anything else?”

Once again, he shakes his head. “No. I’ll just order it or something.”

You frown and tuck the schedule away, crossing your legs and turning to face him, contemplative.

“Then what do you want me to do today? You’re paying me to be here,” you note. “Unless you’d rather I go home.”

“No!” he damn near shouts, making you jump, and he immediately regrets his lack of impulse control. His gaze traverses your subtle cleavage and you clear your throat, heat warming your skin. “Sorry, it’s just… I don’t want to be alone right now. Can we just hang out?” he queries.

“Dieter, are you okay?” you question and he shakes his head in response.

“No.” A single word that says so much more than that. It pulls at your heart strings, seeing him like this. “I — I’m a nobody.”

“You aren’t a nobody, you’re Oscar winner Dieter fucking Bravo,” you counter, and he snorts, picking at some dry skin on his ankle.

“Yeah, Dieter fucking Bravo, the aging has-been who can’t act his way out of a paper bag,” he snorts.

“If you keep talking like that, I’m going to take away your internet access so you can’t read all the mean tweets about yourself,” you threaten.

“You wouldn’t.”

“One call to your financial advisor and I would and could,” you retort and Dieter scoffs, trying to remember if he’d fired him yet or not.

You cross your arms and flop back against the worn and flattened couch cushions, eyeing him smugly.

The movement pushes your chest up and out, his gaze on you once again and he isn’t subtle about it this time. You clear your throat and stir, staring back at his soft, plush lips.

“Dieter—“

“Come here,” he murmurs quietly and the spontaneity of it catches you off guard, your jaw hanging agape in disbelief and confusion.

“…What?”

It had been months since anyone had touched him, had wanted to touch him, and now, as he stares at your body and smells your light vanilla perfume, after the shitty week he’s had, he needs to be touched, even if only briefly.

“Come… here,” he repeats, more dogged than before, and in spite of yourself, despite how unprofessional it is, you find yourself scooting forward.

He grabs your hips when you’re within reach and drags you the rest of the way, pulling the cushion partially off the couch in the process, a small yelp of surprise escaping your lungs as he softly grips your face to bring his lips to yours.

They’re plush, dry, lightly chapped and he tastes a little like whiskey and weed, but you don’t really mind, his coarse, wiry mustache scratching and tickling against your nose.

Suddenly, with a soft groan in the back of his throat, his hand is under your shirt, cupping your breast, and you break the kiss, looking down to where his arm disappears beneath the fabric, shock settling over your features.

“Dee… are you… are you sure?” you ask. You don’t exactly look like the people Dieter had been confirmed dating in the past, and you feel a wave of trepidation, your self conscious nature bubbling to the surface. You’ve always felt Dieter Bravo was more than a little out of your league.

Not that you’re dating him, but, you know.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t sure,” he tuts and kisses you again, rougher this time, palming your breast, making your cunt throb.

He groans. You’re so good to him, always taking such good care of him, and you feel exactly the way he thought you would, warm and luscious and supple, his dick already fighting with the seam of his pajama pants, the first time in weeks.

And you’ve wanted this, too, as long as you’ve worked for him, never confessing your feelings for fear of losing your job. You never imagined Dieter fucking Bravo would feel the same way about you.

You know Dee needs this, you need this, and you want to make him feel good.

You brush a hand over his hardening cock and he damn near bucks himself straight off the couch with a grunt and a sharply uttered, “Fuck” against your lips. You grin into his mouth at how much composure he’s already lost from so few touches.

You pull away after a moment and scoot off the couch, sinking onto your knees in front of him, nestling yourself between his broad thighs.

He watches you, rigid cock tremoring in his pants at the sight, the outline of it clearly visible and straining against the fabric. “You… you don’t have to…” His voice is thick, haggard.

“Let me take care of you, Dee,” you mewl as you nuzzle your face against the squishy paunch of his stomach, lifting his shirt to plant small, reverent kisses in a circle around his belly button. He giggles and flinches at the contact.

“Sorry, sorry — ticklish,” he explains and you smile, placing a few more kisses there, more delicate than the ones that preceded them, trailing a line from his navel to the thick swathe of hair leading to his crotch.

Despite the pounds he’s put on recently, he doesn’t feel at all uncomfortable in front of you, eyes darkening as he drinks you in visually, lips tight and parted, breaths growing deeper in the barrel of his chest.

You look up and from your current perspective, he’s all wild haired and broad shouldered, panting, your cunt clenching with desire as you eye him with a wry grin.

You smooth his shirt down over his belly and move your face to the hard bulge below, nosing the bulk of it through the fabric and inhaling his natural scent, thick and musky and masculine in your nostrils. You both groan in unison.

“Dear god,” he grunts, “I feel like I’m about to— aaaaugh— fucking bust already.”

“Save it for my mouth, at least,” you snip and his head rolls back against the cushion at your words, the one with the sag in the middle where his neck always rests, eyes sliding shut.

“You’re so good for me,” he pants softly, already so close to falling apart, “I take you for granted and I’m sorry.”

“Dieter, shh.” You find the stretchy waistband of his striped trousers and drag them down his hips, not all surprised to see he’s gone commando, cock springing free from the cage of fabric, uncut and dribbling against the drag of soft cotton. He’s girthy, and you’ve never seen one intact in the flesh before — literally — a small puff of air escaping your lips, taking in the sight of him for a few seconds before coming to your senses.

“Is everything alr—“ he starts to ask, cutting himself off when you unexpectedly cup his heavy balls in your palm and lick a slow stripe up his length with the flat of your tongue, his hips quivering and bucking involuntarily. “Shit—“

You grin, humming satisfactorily to yourself and continue to tease him, his hands finding your hair, fingers twisting at the roots as the rings he insists on wearing get caught in the strands, pulling ever so slightly. You moan.

You feel incredible, your tongue working his most sensitive areas, and he’s having a hard time holding it together, torso heaving above you, tiny whimpers departing his lips, and he hasn’t even entered your mouth yet.

You sense how much trouble he’s having at keeping himself in check, so you back off a touch to give him a momentary reprieve, shifting to kiss along the meat of his inner thighs, nipping at the tiny elephant tattoos etched into his skin as you do so.

He cups one hand on the back of your neck, watching you through half-lidded eyes, your lips like pure velvet and heaven.

He’s already forgotten about the shitty script tucked into the couch, about the bad reviews and the critics with their cruel, baseless quips. Faded away to nothingness, akin to what he experiences when he’s completely blitzed, negative thoughts dissolving to the back of his mind to be discarded, and for now, for the moment, the only thing that matters is you, your beauty, and how well you take care of him.

After what seems like an eternity of small, worshipping, teasing touches to the insides of his thighs and the rim of his belly, your lips return to his cock, lapping at the precum that’s beaded up at the slit before taking him into your mouth, hand fisted at the base as you work him into your throat.

He’s impervious at this point to keep his hips flush against the couch, shuddering into your mouth as you take him and pushing further down your throat, not entirely on purpose, moaning as the wet heat of your mouth engulfs him.

“Wanna— fuck your pussy next time— with a vibrating plug in your ass,” he grunts, hardly able to string a single cohesive thought together, making your cunt throb and slick leak into the cradle of your panties.

Dieter wasn’t one to shy away from toys, and in fact had an entire drawer full of them, which you had accidentally stumbled upon one day when putting away some of his clothes; everything from butt plugs to cock rings to flesh lights with multiple attachments and bondage gear.

You steady his hips with your hands and hold him in place as best you can, difficult with how much stronger he is than you, jaw stretching to fit him, the musky tang of him flooding your tastebuds.

You steadily rock your head up and down his length, taking him all the way to the back of your throat, and you can feel the veins running the length of his shaft pulsating against your tongue, feel the way his balls tighten as he edges ever closer to the precipice.

He’s wanted you, needed you, for so long, that he can’t contain himself much longer. His hips begin to stutter and you feel his body growing taut, hear his breaths growing shallow and haggard, fingers curling against your scalp.

“I’m… I’m gonna… fucking cum,” he grunts deep in his chest. That’s all the warning he allows before his hips stall and he lets out a visceral growl of pleasure, spilling a hot and heavy load across your tongue, some of it seeping out at the edges and dribbling down his thighs until you’re able to steady yourself.

You hold him in your mouth until you feel the very last drop hit the back of your throat, slowly pulling off only when you feel him starting to go soft.

“You should really clean up this awful mess you’ve made,” Dieter taunts when you sit back to catch your breath, watching the cocktail of spend and saliva slide down his tan skin.

You grin and tip your head forward to obediently lap at the escaped fluids. He groans as he savors the delicious sight of you, affectionately brushing his fingers through your hair as you do so.

After a moment, you rise from the ground, your knees cracking from the exertion, joining him on the couch as he tugs his pajama bottoms back up his hips.

He snakes an arm around the small of your back and kisses you, deep and full, moaning when he tastes remnants of himself on your tongue.

He grins against your lips and then rises, yanking you off the couch and giggling along with you when you pass him a perplexed look.

“Where are we going now?” you ask, pleased to see him happy and relaxed again after all this time, to actually see him smiling.

“You took care of me, so I’m going to take care of you. You’re familiar with my special drawer, aren’t you?”

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FIN. xx

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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WE NEED A LONGER VERSION OF TANGERINE GETTING SUCKED OFF IN THE TRAIN BATHROOM!!

possibly followed by tangerine being a soft dom whilst roughly fucking you. GOD THIS JUST SOUNDS AMAZING

black fem reader ofc !!

HOOKUP: The Extended Version

Tangerine x Chubby Black Reader

A/N: Ngl I had to Google what soft dom was. I hope I did okay!

Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex with a one night stand, a little exhibitionism, interrupted sex, badly written British accents (sorry Brits I'm a dumb American)

Stifled grunts and heavy breaths are all you can hear between the legs of the man before you. All you remember are the lust-filled kisses that led you here and the quick utterance of the words "Name's Tangerine by the way," being whispered into your ear as he led you to the train bathroom.

Your plush, cherry red lips grip the tip of Tangerine's blushing cock. Red streak marks cover his shaft as you bob your head up and down. Despite both hands working down his shaft, he’s still too big for you please every inch of him. This thought is both slightly worrying and incredibly attractive, leaving your aching pussy dreaming about his length inside you. One hand moves down to his balls to gently massage them as the other puts in double the work to keep Tangerine satisfied.

"Fuckin' hell love," Tangerine moans as he uses your dreads to steer your head. ”Just like that.”

His long shaft reaches the deepest part of your throat causing you to gag. Tears prick at your eyes as he continues to face fuck you, allowing obscene noises to escape your lips. Your once perfect lipstick is no doubt completely ruined by the spit smeared on your face. Still the ecstasy of the moment distracts you from any worries, even as the train comes to a stop at Nagoya station.

Shadows of people move underneath the door as they exit the train. You both stop for a moment, too afraid that any sudden noises could alert someone to your compromising position. Tangerine almost looks angelic in the low light of the bathroom. His eyes are half-lidded and his breath is ragged. Sweat beads on his exposed chest and his hair is in disarray. Your attraction to him grows in the moment and you dip your head back between his legs, determined to give him the best orgasm of his life.

The strong thighs on either side of your head tense up in response to your tongue grazing his balls. You tentatively suck them, leaving more red smears in your wake. Tangerine’s moans are intoxicating as the train leaves the station. You doubted he’d ever made such noises with any of his other hookups. His eyes look like he’s been transported to another realm of bliss.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me!” His exclamation was only a muffled whisper, but it was enough to make you work even harder.

Saliva coats his length; long strings of it fly across your face when he pulls out of your mouth. Tangerine’s forehead beads with sweat as he jerkily finishes on your lips. His body relaxes and his head lulls to the side in relief. Your cunt aches uncomfortably as you wait for him to recover. Your eyes notice more about Tangerine’s features now that you're looking at him clearly. With his coat discarded you can see the tattoos on his forearm and the St. Christopher necklace hanging low into his shirt.

“What’cha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Tangerine asks after noticing your gaze.

“Nothing, just admiring you,” you say coyly, getting up off the floor and straddling Tangerine.

His heartbeat is fast under your touch almost like his heart was about to explode from his chest. Despite Tangerine’s obvious nervousness his suave demeanor never ceases.

“If anyone should be admired it should be you darlin’.” He lets out a silenced grunt as you slide down onto his still erect cock. “You are unbelievably gorgeous.”

Your cheeks flush in response to Tangerine’s flattery, but you can barely process it. Tangerine slides his hands beneath your thighs, guiding you up and down his shaft. The feeling sends shivers of satisfaction down your spine. Tangerine's warm breath tickles your throat as he places hasty kisses along it. Your hips roll in desperation for more, more contact, more pleasure. Sounds of slapping skin and subdued moans fill the tight space of the train bathroom. Other passengers have yet to notice the commotion, but the idea that anyone could stumble in and see you riding a stranger only added to your hornyess. Your intensified moans must have given your thoughts away.

“You like that huh? Me fuckin’ you next to everyone,” Tangerine whispers. He juts his hips into you repeatedly causing a deep moan to come from both your mouths. Your slick runs down Tangerine's cock, perfectly lubricating his movements. Tangerine’s fingers rub over the rolls on your hips, tracing every stretch mark delicately. More shadows move underneath the door as the train stops at another station. The murmurs fade away, but another noise replaces it: banging on the bathroom door.

“Tangerine hurry up, we need to get off here!”

A hand clasps over your mouth. “No we don't, we get off at the end of the line!” Tangerine yells back. Tangerine’s other hand guides your hips to continue the pace as he yells to the unknown man behind the door. This whole situation was odd, but also a turn on in some twisted way. A warmth deep inside you builds.

“No, they want to see the kid now!” says the man, now sounding a little more desperate. “Haven’t you checked your messages?”

“I’m a little preoccupied at the moment.” Tangerine gives you a wink. “Sorry darlin’ but I’ve gotta cut this short,” he whispers in your ear.

You were expecting Tangerine to take you off his lap, but instead he pushes deeper inside you. Your pussy clenches hard when his tip brushes against the spongy spot inside your vagina. Tangerine’s hand continues to muffle the pornographic moans trying to escape your lips. The warmth in your core boils over, leaving you writhing in pleasure. Your orgasm rushes through your legs down to your toes and back. Shivers tingle your spine and your thighs shake in overstimulation.

“Fuck!” your exclamation is muffled but your sentiment is clear to Tangerine.

“I’d love to stay longer but I’ve got some business to take care of.” Tangerine places a peck on your lips before zipping up his pants. You stand up off his lap and watch as he collects himself. He’s kind of an odd businessman, at least you thought he’s a businessman. His confrontation with his partner leads you to believe otherwise. You're suddenly a little glad this mysterious man is leaving you but also incredibly curious. As the stranger you let fuck your brains out goes to leave the bathroom only one question comes out of your mouth.

“What the fuck kind of a name is Tangerine?”

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