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trickstarbrave · 6 months

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hi this is what i wrote so far

its not proofread. prob not formatted correctly. not finished either. but. whatever.

modern au: nerevar finds voryn's onlyfans and uh. lets just say he is in fact a fan. nerevar has specific kinks and voryn fits all the criteria.

kinks: femboys, masturbation, probably voyeurism, breeding, risky sex, dirty talk, piercings. more maybe that i forgot. OH and collars and sex toys.

also this is more raunchy than i usually write. like. it is porn about porn. so. sorry if the language is like. especially rauchy and degrading. if it bothers ppl i can tone it down i guess

also voryn is trans.

Nerevar knew this was a bad idea.

It was easy to see how bad it was. It was a completely stupid—not to mention potentially morally wrong—thing to do.

(Was it morally wrong actually? Nerevar didn’t know the logistics of it. It certainly felt morally wrong, which usually meant it was.)

However, curiosity was getting the better of him he’d admit, as he begrudgingly entered in his credit card information and signed up for the website.

Nerevar Mora had stumbled across the onlyfans account by chance honestly. He was looking for porn, someone on Reddit had recommended him, and Nerevar thought he’d sounded hot. Crossdressing trans guy into breeding? A pretty boy who loved to put on a show? That was kind of his niche type at the moment (though he’d feel bad admitting it publicly), so he clicked away ready to throw money at the guy.

Only to find out said pretty boy was his best friend Voryn Dagoth.

Initially his face burned bright red as he closed the page and got up from his computer, unable to grapple with it. That was Voryn, right?! He’d be able to recognize him anywhere. He knew his face well enough, even under more makeup than he usually wore. But running an account like that seemed out of character for Voryn—Voryn was kind of vain, high class, a little bitchy if Nerevar was being honest, and picky. Not to mention what if one of his brothers saw! Did they know about it?!

But the thought kept eating away at him. It was like he’d been infected—bitten by the curiosity bug as it seemed. He was going mad only being able to imagine what Voryn was getting up to behind that fucking paywall. Was the guy on Reddit accurately describing him? Was it someone else that just looked like Voryn?

So here he was, properly signing up to the damn site, just to see what was going on. He just wanted a peak, he assured himself. Just a glance. He’d see what his normally stuck up, mean little best friend got up to (if it was really him), and then cancel his subscription and never touch the account again. That’s all.

Once he actually saw it though it was… A different story.

The first video he watched he could tell it was Voryn. That voice, his body, the jewelry he typically wore was there in bits and pieces, but the outfit…

Nerevar’s cheeks flushed as he saw Voryn’s long legs in a short shirt. Thigh highs were on too, only calling attention to his thighs. He had lean muscle, just the slightest amount, an angularity in his hips, more broad shoulders. The shirt was cropped too, letting Nerevar see the trail of black hair—a tantalizing little treasure trail he wanted to follow.

And then Voryn was pulling the shirt up, exposing the piercings on his nipples, and Nerevar nearly lost it. He had to bite his hand, groaning softly as Voryn moaned in his headphones, playing with the buds, pinching and tugging with practiced skill. It was a performance, showing that he wasn’t an amateur. Even the lighting and set up looked so good.

He unzipped his pants just to let the pressure off his arousal. He wasn’t jacking off, he assured himself. Any guy would get hard from that performance from how sexy Voryn was acting—it was just a natural reaction! Just a natural, normal reaction to a very attractive performance, that’s all.

He then clicked on another video, this one of Voryn with a toy. Not inside him, but rather he was… Licking and sucking on the realistic dildo, moaning in need. His other hand was off camera, clearly between his legs as he touched himself.

Nerevar felt his resolve crumble a bit more, his cock now aching in need.

Then another video. And another. All with Voryn in usually very attractive, slutty little outfits that showed off the best parts of his body Nerevar hadn’t noticed before. His cute stomach, his long legs, those perfect thighs of his… And the makeup made the seductive little pout on his lips so much more attractive. Sometimes he’d even cry in pleasure, his mascara running, all while begging for someone to get inside him…

By the time Nerevar actually watched through a video of his in its entirety, he was too far gone. He was breathing heavy, stroking himself off as he watched Voryn fuck himself with a toy. His nails were painted such a pretty shade of red too, but Nerevar was mostly looking at his cunt. Pink-brown folds, soaking wet, taking that large, thick toy as he mercilessly fucked himself. He was moaning loudly too, whimpering and begging, ‘breed me, breed me’ over and over…

Nerevar threw his head back, groaning long and low as he came. And he came hard, his legs trembling as he made a mess into the t-shirt he grabbed off the floor.

And then guilt hit him as he closed the page again, face burning red.

“What the fuck did I just do…” He thunked his head hard against his desk, groaning in despair.

He’d jacked off to his best friend.

Nerevar Mora had jacked off to his best friend’s videos, cumming long and hard to the thought of fucking him.

“I need a shower.” He reasoned as he turned off his computer. “I need a fucking shower.”

—

It would have been best to leave that in the past. To delete his fucking account, forget it ever happened, and take that secret with him to the grave.

But Nerevar rarely made the best decisions in life, hence why he was once again back on the stupid fucking website again.

He shouldn’t. Nerevar knew he shouldn’t be doing this. It was morally wrong—wouldn’t Voryn be grossed out to the thought of his best friend masturbating to his fucking videos? It was one thing for strangers to pay you for it, it was another for people you personally knew to be getting off to you without your consent, right?

In his defense, Nerevar had tried looking at different porn. Shitty reuploads on free sites like pornhub, Reddit, you name it. However, his thoughts kept drifting on how they didn’t do it quite like Voryn did. They weren’t exciting him as much as the dark haired, long legged guy in a short skirt begging in such a beautiful tone of voice.

It was a new video too, and Nerevar was already feeling excited just as he pressed play, laying in bed. It was the dead of night in otherwise complete darkness, perfect time to hide his shame.

Voryn started off the video with a few thanks to new subscribers, before he really got down to it. It was a longer video too so he was warming himself up plenty, rubbing his lithe fingers across his t-dick until it was nice and hard, before giving a nice, just firm enough slap to his cunt.

Nerevar groaned, his cock twitching.

“Did you know… Someone called me a cock-tease today while I was out and it got me so wet…” Voryn groaned softly, before rubbing and stroking at his dick.

“You are a fucking cock-tease…” Nerevar mumbled softly, stroking himself slowly.

“Mmm… Even my nipples were so hard, poking through my shirt…” Nerevar knew that likely wasn’t the case; it was cold here, and Voryn hated the cold so much he layered up to the point you could barely see anything of him. Thick pants, thick socks, big boots, a hoodie and coat. Likely no one was calling him a fucking cock-tease and getting him all hot and bothered while he was out and about.

But fuck if it wasn’t a fun think to imagine… Maybe the weather would be warmer, and Voryn was dressed like this. He could see them at the mall, like they often went when Nerevar wanted to check out some new games and Voryn tagged along complaining the whole time. Except this time Voryn would be hanging off his arm, stroking his back… Innocent enough touches until Nerevar was getting hot and bothered, only for Nerevar to grab him by the waist and call him a fucking cock-tease, whispering it in his ear….

And fuck, those pierced nipples poking through that thin, tight little shirt he was wearing, his cheeks flushed as he bit his lip… Nerevar knew he’d hardly be able to help himself. He’d subtly grab his ass too while he was at it—that or give it a nice firm slap before he continued on.

And then he’d take Voryn home and fuck him until he was screaming Nerevar’s name—

“I just need someone to put me in my place…” Voryn purred, before moaning as he thrust two fingers in and out of him. “I can only think with my slutty little boycunt…” Fuck, the sound of his fingers going in and out of him was making Nerevar’s head spin as he turned up the volume. “I need someone to bend me over and fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me until I lose my voice…” Nerevar’s cock twitched at that as his hand sped up. “Fill me up too~” Nerevar groaned audibly, biting his own lip. “Cum inside me recklessly… Or even hold me down and breed me intentionally, punish me for being a stupid little whore who can only think with his pussy~”

He then brought out a toy, setting it up with surprising speed, moving the camera with impressive skill, so it was clear to see his cut while he rode it, sliding up and down while moaning obscenely.

“Yes~!” He moaned wantonly. “I need someone to fuck me~!! Please, god, please fuck me~! Knock me up! Fuck me like a—like a toy~!” Nerevar was stroking fast now, his breathing heavy as he imagined Voryn riding him. “Just keep me like a little pet~! Please—“

Voryn continued to whine and moan, begging so needily and loudly, almost entirely earnestly too. Nerevar’s biggest criticism was how dull the moaning in porn was; bland, kinda bored, almost afraid of being too extreme so instead it was banal and almost distracting from the rest of it. But Voryn sounded so hot as he moaned and begged, fucking himself on that toy until he was closer and closer—

“Voryn~” Nerevar moaned as he came, eyes shut tight as shot thick ropes of cum, wishing more than anything that he was cumming inside of Voryn.

Then, he turned the video off, still panting, one arm thrown over his eyes as shame washed over him again.

“Fuck…”

—

Nerevar tried to subscribe to others, but time and time again he found himself bored of them, returning once again to Voryn’s page. Honestly, I’m his efforts to break the habit, he tried to go two weeks without jacking off to the thought of Voryn, only to wake up from a wet dream about the other man and finishing himself off as he clung to the fantasy still drifting around in his head from sleep.

It had now been months since this little habit of his started. The weather was warming up. Nerevar had even made a few bold comments on the videos from time to time, talking about how cute Voryn’s clothes were, how sexy his pierced nipples were and how he wanted to play with them, and how perfect he looked playing with his t-dick… He was using a username though, so obviously Voryn wouldn’t know, and it was in line with many of the other comments he got…

Of course, it would be one thing if it ended there. But it didn’t.

Voryn had a wishlist linked—something common enough. Sometimes he’d get sent stuff like new outfits, shoes, some makeup or skincare, and toys. And whenever he did, Voryn would make a special little video thanking them, usually showing it off and then jacking off.

Nerevar found himself fantasizing though. Every time Voryn wore a familiar article of clothing Nerevar had seen before, he felt an almost possessive flare in him. He wanted Voryn dressed up just for him. He wanted Voryn touching himself while wearing things Nerevar bought him, fucking himself with a toy Nerevar told him to, legs spread wide as he moaned Nerevar’s name over and over again…

It was something he couldn’t get though, which made him swear every time. If you paid him enough, Voryn would moan your name in a special, private video. But Nerevar couldn’t do that—Voryn would fucking know it’s him. Nerevar’s name was uncommon as is, and there was no point giving a fake name either when it wouldn’t get him off the same way.

So instead, he wanted to get as close as possible. He saved up the money, looked at the wishlist, and bought all of his favorite stuff from it. A nice little outfit, a new toy, new underwear, and most importantly…

A collar. A nice, big collar to put on his pretty little neck.

When Nerevar got the notification for the video, he couldn’t help but grin as he turned off his game, hurried upstairs, and locked the door behind him. He got comfortable on the bed too, getting ready to watch, already thrilled by the fact Voryn was wearing the collar in the preview.

Fuck he looked hot in it. It looked better than Nerevar had even imagined.

“This is a very special video,” Voryn began, almost embarrassed. “One of my fans decided to spoil me, after all.” Nerevar couldn’t help but keep grinning as he put lube on his hand—before he’d go dry or just spit on his hand honestly, but he liked the slip now, feeding into his fantasies of fucking Voryn.

“Look, he bought me a whole outfit. Even a collar, new shoes…” Voryn showed off a bit, before pulling the pleated skirt he was wearing up ever so slightly. “Even a nice new pair of panties for me…” Voryn then gave a knowing, coy look to the camera as he flicked his hand and let the short skirt fall. “Not to mention a toy I’ve been dying to try out I saved just for this video…”

It was a large vibrator. Nerevar had actually, for some ungodly reason, researched what would be the best and feel good. It was a personal massager wand, powerful enough it needed to be plugged in rather than just use batteries, and he threw in some attachments for it too. Others might buy toys based on what was hottest to watch, but Nerevar in some way wanted to make sure Voryn felt good too.

It was tantalizing to watch as he slowly slid the underwear off, making a little show of the black lace coming down his thighs, before sitting himself on his bed, vibrator in hand.

“Much stronger than I’m used to…” Voryn sounded breathless as he looked at it. “So much bigger than it looked online…” He even had the attachments all out, ready to use. “I hope it won’t be too intense on my cock… Usually I just use my hands or a smaller toy on it, but he did say he wanted to watch me cum with this.” He shot another knowing look to the camera and Nerevar shivered, watching as he moved it down between his legs, and turned it on the lowest setting.

Voryn then made an undignified yelp, moving up and back off his cock, before moaning as he slid it closer and closer, his hips squirming.

“So good~!” Voryn moaned earnestly. “F-fuck it’s—“ Another loud moan cut him off as he panted, eyes rolled back. “I can’t think~!! My brain is melting! It feels too damn good on my cock~!!”

Nerevar was groaning himself, stroking himself off as he watched eagerly. His hips were squirming so much, his cunt barely visible from the large head of the vibrator as one hand had to grip it tight, the other gripping his sheets.

“Yes~! Fuck yes!!” Gods Nerevar loved hearing him swear with such a pretty little mouth and deep voice. In the comments coming in Nerevar could see the others were enjoying it too, praising him for cumming so hard, and how hard his t-dick was by the end of it. Nerevar licked his lips, eager to see how he’d look by the end. He loved the visible tear stains from when he came so hard, his cock hard, pussy completely soaked… He just knew it was going to be one of those videos by the end, his absolutely favorite kind—

A text then came in, and Nerevar dropped his phone in shock. He fumbled, Voryn still moaning in his headphones as he paused the video, opening up the text with his heart racing in anxiety.

It was from Voryn.

“I’m downstairs. I knocked and called but you didn’t answer.”

Fuck. Fuck he must have missed the call while he was getting ready to jack off. He hurried, wiping his hands and pulling on his pants and shirt as a second text came in. “Your car is here so I know you’re home Neht.”

A few more moments of fumbling, closing the video entirely as he redressed and hurried down stairs, only to see a very annoyed Voryn waiting for him. His arms were crossed, bag slung over his shoulder, plush hoodie on.

“It took you long enough.” Voryn rolled his eyes. Nerevar was still in panic mode though, laughing nervously, cheeks and ears red.

“Yeah I was just—just watching a stream upstairs. I must have missed your call in the bathroom!” He was overexplaining now, a clear tell he was bullshitting. Should he act angry instead? Voryn had been the one to drop by unannounced. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

Voryn hummed as he walked in, taking off his shoes—the nice, modest pair of boots Nerevar had bought for him in fact. He swallowed roughly at the sight, hoping his arousal, which still hadn’t fully gone down despite his panicking? wasn’t showing.

“I’m sure you didn’t.” He said, in a tone Nerevar couldn’t tell was sarcastic or not.

“Did you—did you need something? I mean,” Nerevar fumbled again, tongue tied having been interrupted mid masturbation just as it was getting good by said person he was jacking off to. “Y-you don’t normally show up here out of the blue, so I…”

“I don’t, no.” Voryn shrugged slightly. “But I wanted to show you something.”

“Show me something?” Nerevar raised an eyebrow, but he couldn’t help but get nervous.

“It’s a present for you, in a way.” Voryn replied, already walking up the stairs to Nerevar’s room. Reluctantly, Nerevar followed, still wondering what this was all about. Maybe Voryn got him a new game? Some new streaming equipment? New computer parts from Sil? Who fucking knew anymore.

At least in his room, despite a few clothes on the ground and his blankets a mess, it didn’t look suspicious. Voryn didn’t even comment on his computer not being on despite Nerevar having supposedly been watching a stream earlier.

“So…” Nerevar began as Voryn stood there for a moment, before casually tossing the bag on Nerevar’s rather large bed. “What’s the present?”

“Sit down first.” Voryn said, and cautiously still, Nerevar sat down on the bed, still anxious. Something about Voryn’s behavior was a bit off—his movements were too stiff, and it made Nerevar’s guilt eat away at him.

While he his mind was anxiously running circles in his head, Voryn rifled around the bag, pulling something out he hid with the sleeve of his hoodie, before turning away. He was then messing with something Nerevar couldn’t see, before tugging the hoodie up and over his head, black hair falling down his back.

When he turned around though, Nerevar stopped breathing. His brain short circuited as he realized what Voryn was wearing.

The shirt Nerevar got him. The fucking collar too that he had quickly put on, was around his neck. Nerevar couldn’t even fully process it though as Voryn put a hand on his shoulder, sliding up it, before moving to his ear.

“I brought the skirt too, if you want to see it…” Voryn whispered, and Nerevar nearly choked.

“I-I’m—“ His face was burning red, he could feel it. “W-what are you talking about?”

“Don’t give me that.” Voryn brought one knee up on the bed, half straddling him. “You used that username in middle school all the time, do you think I wouldn’t know it was you?” Nerevar went stiff as a board under him, swearing up a storm mentally.

“Voryn, I’m so—“

“Shut up.” Voryn covered his mouth with his hand, though he didn’t look that angry. In fact, he only looked mildly annoyed. “I didn’t say anything at first. I thought you must just be playing a prank on me. And then…” Voryn’s face softened. “You started leaving comments, paying more and more…” Nerevar swallowed roughly again as Voryn got a half-lidded look to his eyes. “Constantly praising my body, telling me how I was perfect for you…” Voryn had uncovered his mouth now, instead thumbing his lower lip as Nerevar stared up at him. “How badly you wanted to touch me…”

Nerevar’s throat felt dry as he tried hard to keep his eyes from drifting down towards the collar around Voryn’s neck.

“And then you went and bought me all this. Leaving a note that you wanted to see me dressed up just for you…” Voryn brought his other knee up now, fully straddling him with his other hand wrapped around Nerevar’s shoulder. For balance, Nerevar braced himself with one hand on the bed behind him, the other delicately placed on Voryn’s waist in case he fell. “And how you wanted to watch me cum over and over with that toy too…”

“I…” Nerevar didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t fucking breathe; Voryn looked so much more beautiful right here, barely any makeup on and straddling him, than he did in any of the videos Nerevar had seen.

Then, Voryn gave him a coy little smile. “I brought the toy too, if you want to watch me.” Nerevar’s breath hitched, his pupils dilating. “I’ll let you use it on me if you want to.” Voryn stroked some of the messy hair from Nerevar’s face. “Would you like that?”

“Yes,” Nerevar whispered breathlessly. “Yes I…”

Voryn then pulled up his shirt, revealing his chest. Nerevar could have moaned from just the sight.

“You’re always commenting on how much you like my piercings.” Voryn was smirking now. “Go on. Enjoy them.”

#nerevoryn #my writing #wip #nsft #im half awake so #it is what it is.

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