#man bulge fantasy

[anime-bulge-fantasy]

ready to fight! NS11_02

[jero-2tek]

Sci-fi fantasy fuel

[oliver2000]

My take on DC’s Nightwing I might go back and redraw it

[newbuddylove]

[anime-bulge-fantasy]

..do bulges do stunts too? ABP 31 (variation)

[literal-ghost]

am i really about to start plotting out a script for a video essay talking about labyrinth and its themes of overcoming childish selfishness and growing into a compassionate and responsible adult?

[anime-bulge-fantasy]

Athletes bulging show! ABF27

[classyrbf]

thinking about true form!sukuna who has such an obvious size kink. That man is literally huge and is slanging around two awfully thick and long cocks like it’s nothing. No matter your height or size, everyone is small to him regardless. He’s a tall hunk of muscle, what can you expect. And when he sees you, his new supposed wife, he can’t help but smile, and it’s not a happy smile, it’s an evil, twisted smile. He’s thinking of all the ways he can bend you, toss and hold you down while you take his cocks in your tight holes. He’s thinking about making you watch the way he bulges out of your stomach, pressing your hand down on it just so you know you’re not hallucinating. He wants to watch you struggle taking him down your throat, trying so desperately to fit your pretty little lips around his cock, and gagging on it when you’re not even halfway down. He’s sick for thinking it, he knows, but he doesn’t care. You greet him with respect, kneeling and avoiding eye contact with him, anticipating the day with him as his new bride. You’re just so clueless as to what is going on his head though and he finds it funny how shy you act when he’s gonna have you stuck in a mating press by the end of the night.

And of course, he kept his promise, putting you in all kinds of positions for hours on end, using you like his personal fleshlight. “Ah, my lord! Please!” You cry out, sweat clinging to your skin as he so easily hooks his arms under your knees and moves you up and down on his cocks. “You’re so big! I can’t take it!” You mewl, eyes squeezing shut as you feel another orgasm approaching. Sukuna doesn’t care about your poor attempts at mercy, he’s so entranced by the sight of his thick cocks stuffing your holes to the brim, stretching you out with every inch. You look so small in his hands, so easy to break and he’s obsessed with it. He’ll go all night just to ruin you and fulfill his fantasy.

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ simon riley who was just too damn big for your small cunt

cw: size difference, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dub-con??? idk , not proof read

simon knew that he was a big man, shoulders made him squeeze himself slightly smaller just so he can walk through doors, thighs so big it was impossible to find pants that could accomodate to them. and now, his sweet little bird who couldn’t even take his cock.

it was torture for him, the only thing that came close to fucking you was rubbing his aching cock along your glistening cunt, but yet that made things even worse. he fantasied about what your cunt felt like, how warm and tight it will be around his cock, the pretty moans that would leave your mouth as he buried himself deep inside you.

but now, he had to settle for his hands, too rough and always aching right after he came.

but he really couldn’t handle it anymore, each day he felt like he was slowly losing his sanity, not being able to feel his pretty bird. “please luvie? let’s jus’ try one more time, im a patient man.” simon pleaded, slowly kissing your neck as his large scarred hands rubbed your sides, coaxing you.

“please, i’ll make you feel so good.” it was pathetic how his cock was already straining against his pants, gently pressing the bulge against your clothed cunt. he almost came in his pants from the way you gently grind against his cock, the heat of your body making his blood rush to his groin.

“you want it too luvie, look at you, pretty lil thing desperate for my cock,” his voice hoarse as he gently nudged your legs apart. “can’t deprive my lil birdie from her needs can i?”

“it’s not gonna fit si,” you whined as he gave his cock a few pumps, eyes trained on you.

“it will baby, yer made for me.” he reassured, gently rubbing his thick fingers around your cunt, watching them glisten as he stretched you out. “yer lil cunnie is quite obedient when she’s needy.” simon could groan when he smelt your arousal, you were so god damn wet he was pretty sure he wouldn’t need lube.

“gonna give her some attention yeah luvie?” he leaned down as he gently pressed a kiss against your cunt, your nails tugged his hair as he gave a fat lick against your folds. the only form of intimacy the two of you had was giving each other head, his tongue deep inside you as he savoured each taste, ignoring how hard his cock was from his action alone. “she’s ready, i promise.” simon groaned as your arousal glistened down his chin, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your cunt.

the moment his tip sank in he lost all control, a guttural groan leaving his mouth before slamming all the way in. “si!” you whined as you tried to back away, the sudden action giving you a burning sensation from the obscene stretch. “fuck, sorry luvie,” his large hands gently cradling your face before peppering your face with kisses. “jus’ not used to this feeling.”

he tried his best to go slow, really he did, but you just felt so warm and tight around him, gummy walls clenching around his cock like it was trying to remember every vein. “fuckin’ hell, it’s like yer tryin’ to milk me dry,” a sharp hiss left his lips as he tried to compose himself.

but he couldn’t stop, god you just felt so good, your cunt so welcoming that he couldn’t stop drilling deep inside you. despite your struggles of accomodating to his length your cunt gushed all over him, the most lewd wet noises filling up the room.

your body trembled with each thrust, tears streaming down your cheeks as you clawed his back. “fuck, i don’t wanna stop,” simon swore that his eyes could roll back from the feeling of your cunt alone. god, something would have to pull him off you.

“‘m gonna give this lil cunt the attention she deserves yeah? poor thing has only felt my tongue and fingers, need to fill her up as compensation yeah?”

simon didn’t stop until he filled your cunt up, admiring the way his cum leaked even with his cock stuffed inside you. “gonna fuck you till yer full of my cum, can’t have my pretty baby all empty can i?”

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[anime-bulge-fantasy]

Anime draw bulge - VS - 3D anime bulge ABF S10-01

[cinnxmxngxrl]

“Too old”

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Part 2 here Joel’s Masterlist here

Summary: You’ve been throwing yourself at Joel Miller for months, even if the answer was always a no. But tonight he comes knocking at your door.

WC: 3k

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, age gap, unprotected piv, oral (f!receiving).

A/N: Just so you know english is not my first language and this is literally my first time writing, so it’s probably terrible but wanted to try anyway. Also this is pretty much all smut without plot.

“I’m too old for you.”

That was the same bullshit excuse he’d always use. Every single time you tried to make a move, he’d bring up the age difference. You weren’t sure if it was because he was scared of what the people of Jackson would say behind closed doors or if he was worried he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.

Because yes, he was old—but no other man had ever made you feel so weak in the knees like him. Like that time you saw him fixing one of the fences, flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, those huge arms on full display, veins popping out. Logically, you had to run home to relieve the ache between your thighs, thinking of him. Always of him.

Or that other time, right after winter, when you saw him in his new pants—new for him—legs spread wide as he sat, too preoccupied talking to Tommy for him to notice the way you drooled over the big bulge that the too-tight pants revealed. All you could think about was how it would feel to sit on top of that and ride it until your legs went numb.

“Listen, darlin’, I’m twice your age. It would never work. Just let it go,” he said, shutting you down once again. “Plenty of young men for you here.”

“You know, to me, it sounds like you’re scared,” you shot back. “Scared it might work. Scared you might like it too much.” You took a few steps closer to him, your hand barely brushing his broad chest.

He scoffed, amused as if what you had said was completely ridiculous. “You’re so sure of yourself, huh? I’m sorry to break it to you, but I’d never see you as anything but a kid.”

Now you laughed. “A kid, you say? Then swear to me you’ve never thought about me before going to sleep,” you said, a smile on your face that implied you already knew the answer.

“I’ve never thought about you… in that way.” A lie. You could see right through him, the way he looked away, avoiding your gaze.

You chuckled. “Oh right, of course, you haven’t.” The sarcasm was unmistakable in your voice.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re giving me a goddamn headache.” He said through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think of young girls in that way.”

“I’m not a young girl, Joel, in case you haven’t noticed.”

And damn if he hadn’t noticed. Of course, he fucking did. He was only a man, for Christ’s sake. He couldn’t help but stare at your ass when you were bending down to pick up tomatoes in the garden, picturing how you’d look bent over his kitchen counter instead, with him fucking you from behind. The truth was that this was his most recurring fantasy on those cold, lonely nights when he had his hand wrapped around his hard cock, imagining bending you over every possible surface, cumming in record time just by thinking about it. He wouldn’t even dare imagine how long he’d last if he were actually inside you.

“Still, you’re too young for me anyway,” he said. More excuses, you thought.

“You’ll change your mind eventually, Joel. I’m gonna enjoy seeing you crawl to me, and I’m gonna be waiting because I’m a very patient woman,” your tone was far too seductive, nearly making him say “fuck it”and give in. “You know where I live, so find me there when you grow the balls to be with me.”

Joel muttered a curse under his breath as he watched you walk away, your head held high and your hips swaying.

That night, he rolled restlessly in bed. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your face, those beautiful eyes of yours, and oh that mouth that would look so good wrapped around his cock, taking it all in. He couldn’t stop the way his body reacted to those thoughts; he was so fucking hard it was painful. No matter how much he tried to look at the ceiling and think of anything else, nothing worked, and with every passing second he grew more relentless.

“Screw it,” he thought as he stood up from bed, putting on a pair of jeans and a jacket at lightning speed. The town was quiet and empty this late at night as he made his way to your house. He felt stupid; he was an old man. He should know better than to cave in, to knock on your door in the middle of the night because he needed some much-wanted release. But right now, none of that mattered.

A few moments after he knocked on your door, you finally appeared, a knowing smirk on your face. “Oh, Joel, what a surprise.”

He tried hard to swallow the humiliation he felt for being so weak. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, go ahead.” You opened the door for him to enter and led him to your small couch, sitting down and patting the spot next to you.

He had tried really hard not to look at your chest in that skin-tight tank top you were wearing, but when he sat down, his eyes, almost as if they had a mind of their own, traveled down and noticed your hard nipples pushing through the fabric, and he had to suppress a groan from escaping his lips.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you. I—fuck… you don’t leave my mind for a second,” he admitted.

“Well, that’s a start, you know, you finally admitting that you think of me in your bed.” You teased him, trying to make fun of him just for the pleasure of watching him squirm.

He clenched his hands, a useless attempt to restrain himself from pulling you close and kissing you senseless. His eyes roamed over your figure, lingering on your thighs, exposed under those shorts that were way too tiny, and he felt the heat returning to his body.

You noticed the way he was staring, like a wolf examining its prey before pouncing.

“You like what you see, old man?” You couldn’t help but test him; you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

“Don’t be a smartass… I’m a man. Of course, I’m gonna look.” His voice was low with desire.

“Why don’t you come and get a taste then?” you bit your lip as you spoke.

And that was all it took. He finally reached out to you, his fingers slowly running down the soft skin of your arm until they reached your thigh, sending sparks through your body. It was all too much for him; you felt too good under his hands, and he needed more. He desperately needed more, as if it was a matter of life or death.

He leaned closer, so close you could feel each other’s breaths, smell each other’s shampoo, so close you could almost taste each other.

“Fucking finally,” you whispered into his mouth, teasing him one last time before Joel lost the last shred of restraint he had left in his body. He closed the distance and crushed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

His right hand tangled in your hair, keeping you close as he devoured your mouth with a need you’d never seen before. His other hand was on your hip, pushing you down onto the couch.

He climbed on top of you, his mouth continuing to taste yours as his hands roamed freely over your body, finally finding your breasts. He kneaded your soft flesh, taking your clothed nipple between his fingers and pinching it softly, making you gasp.

His touch was everything you had imagined: rough, passionate, and masculine.

You broke the kiss just when your lungs gave out. If you were wet before, you were soaked now, tugging off his shirt, revealing his toned body.

“Holy fuck, it should be a crime to hide all of this under a shirt,” you muttered, breathless as your hands explored his muscular chest and stomach.

He would’ve laughed, but he was too lost in the moment. His body trembled with pent-up desire and anticipation, which only worsened as he felt your hands over his body.

Joel moved back to your neck, kissing, licking, and nibbling at it with desperation. Then slowly began to move down your body. He wouldn’t let one part of you go without a touch or taste.

He kissed your stomach, making you squirm, but you couldn’t move; his grip on your hips was tight. He only let go to move his hands to the waistband of your shorts, letting out a growl when he finally slid them down your legs—shorts and panties in one go—leaving you completely bare in front of him, spread out and just for him to do whatever he pleased.

Joel pushed your legs wide apart, making room for himself between them. His head was only inches away from your glistening center.

“Are you this fucking wet just from some kisses?” He looked up at your face, noticing the utter desperation in your eyes, almost begging him to do something—anything—to take the ache away from between your legs.

He let out a low laugh as he moved his face closer, his tongue darting out to take a lick of your dripping slit. Joel grunted softly—if heaven had a taste, he was sure it’d taste just like this. His tongue circled your clit with experienced precision, and you couldn’t help the loud whimper that left your lips.

He stopped his ministrations for a second. His warm breath against you.

“Like that, darlin’? Tastes like fucking heaven, this cunt… fucking sweet.” He didn’t give you time to answer as he went right back to work, his tongue moving faster through your folds, drawing delicious circles around your puffed clit as his hand gripped your hips, anchoring you in place and making sure you’d be all bruised tomorrow.

You looked down to see his head buried in between your thighs. He was eating you out like a starved man, like you were the first meal he’d eaten in days, and you could feel how much he was enjoying it—getting off from your pleasure.

Joel had to buckle his hips against the couch trying to find some relief for his aching cock, but hearing you moan and whimper only made him want you more, and so his tongue began to push inside your entrance, deep and slow.

“Oh Joel, yes… yes… don’t stop… just like that.” You cried out, your hand tugging at his hair, trying to hold onto something as he fucked you with his tongue.

It only took a couple more minutes before you let out a loud whimper, cumming around his tongue. He felt it—your spasms, the way your walls clenched around him—and he kept going to help you ride out your orgasm, pulling away only after he had slurped the last of your delicious juices.

You tried to regain your breath after that intense experience, but you got only more turned on as you saw Joel wiping your fluids from his chin and mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh my god… who taught you how to eat pussy like that?” you asked him, half-joking, half-serious.

He laughed softly, his hands roaming over your body—your thighs, stomach, breasts—squeezing the flesh softly. “Years of experience.” He murmured, leaning closer to your face. “But yours is the best I’ve ever tasted.”

Joel kissed you once again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, only fueling your desire for him—if it was possible to desire him even more.

“Darlin’, I gotta have you… I need to be inside of you,” he muttered, his voice a silent plea.

“Yes… god… yes, Joel, please,” you whimpered pathetically, and your shaky hands fumbled with his belt, feeling the thick shape of him through his jeans.

He grunted, removing your trembling hands with more urgency. He undid his pants himself with impatience, tugging them down just enough to free his cock

You looked down, and your jaw dropped. That was a gorgeous cock if you ever saw one—big, thick, pushing up against his stomach, the tip glistening with a bead of precum.

“Oh god, Joel,” you breathed out.

“Do you want it?” He pumped his throbbing cock with one hand, feeling like it might explode right now.

“Please, Joel… I need it so much.”

With one hand, he spread your legs wider, and with the other, he took the shaft and guided the tip of his cock right on your wet cunt, dragging it teasingly slow to gather all your slick before positioning it on your entrance.

He took a slow breath to steady himself before finally pushing inside—one big and deep thrust that made you see stars.

You whimpered loud, your body shivering as you felt the way he was stretching you open. He gave you one second to adjust to his size before he pulled all the way back, just to slam into you harder this time.

He was so big, bigger than any other guy you’d been with before, it stung for a moment, but the pleasure swallowed the pain whole.

“Holy fuck, how are you this tight?” he groaned as he squeezed his eyes closed just for a second so he wouldn’t lose it. “I swear this cunt was made for me… made to take this cock.”

Joel began to move, his pace completely relentless and unforgiving, each thrust, each roll of his hips, making him go deeper inside of you. His hands kept moving all over your body, gripping you like he needed to brand every inch of you as his.

“Oh Joel… feels so good,” you said between moans. “Please don’t stop… keep going… harder.”

His hands moved to the back of your thighs and maneuvered your legs so they were hooked over his shoulders, this new angle allowing him to dive deeper into you—so deep you could feel him pressing against your cervix, and your moans became cries of pure pleasure.

You’d never seen a man in such a state—completely animalistic, possessed, in the way he moved, almost violently, and in the sounds he let out of his mouth: growls and groans proper of a wild animal.

“Cum for me… need to feel you cum on my cock,” he almost begged with his ragged voice. “Need to feel that pretty pussy squeezing me so tight.”

Joel’s hand made its way in between your bodies, and his thick fingers found your bundle of nerves, tracing hard circles around it, the pace of his thrusts never slowing.

You felt the tears in your eyes, completely overstimulated by his cock and fingers both working in unison to get you there again.

“I’m—oh Joel… I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” you sobbed, tears falling down your cheeks. Joel felt the way you clenched around his cock as you came, and it was the most delightful sensation he’d ever experienced.

He felt his own climax approaching. He wasn’t even sure how he managed to last so long when you felt so incredibly good—he definitely deserved a prize for that.

“Oh yes, darlin’… feels so good cumming for me like that.”

God knows there was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to cum inside of you, painting your insides white and filling you up with his seed until it was dripping out of your cunt. But he knew he couldn’t. So, with the last ounce of self restraint he had left, he managed to pull out, his hand wrapping around his cock as he stroked it—one, two, three times—then he let out a groan that sounded like a wounded animal, and his cum shot out of him, hot and thick now coating your lower stomach in creamy white.

He stared at the sight, admiring his artwork for a second before he collapsed next to you on your couch, completely spent and feeling hazy after the intense pleasure he had experienced. His only thought in mind was how he wanted to do this again, and again, and again.

Joel buried his head in your neck, nuzzling it as he tried to calm himself down and catch his breath again. “You alright?” he asked, his soft voice contrasting with how intense it sounded before.

“I’m better than alright… shit… that was…” You struggled to find words that described how amazing it all felt, to finally have him after so much time of fantasizing about him—and realizing that he was even better than you had expected.

“I know,” he said on your neck, as if he was thinking the same things you were thinking. His hand roaming over your body, not with intense passion like before, but with a tender and soft touch to give you comfort after the intense moments of pleasure you both shared.

“How long was it since you last did this?” You knew you probably shouldn’t ask, especially since he was always so reserved, but it was a question that had been in your mind for a long time.

He sighed, and you could feel how his body tensed. Not because he struggled with being honest with you, but because the answer reminded him of how long he’d forced himself to be alone. He was quiet for a few moments. “A long time…”

You already assumed it had to be a long time. “Very specific, like always.”

He grunted, and you could notice he was slightly annoyed by your insistence. “It’s been… years,” he admitted. He’d had needs, sure, but the vulnerability of sex—the intimacy of it—was something he hadn’t allowed himself in a very long time. Not until you.

“And… did you enjoy it? Now, I mean—was it good for you?” Yes, you knew that he came, but after many years without having sex, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was what he expected.

He chuckled at your question, like you had asked the most stupid thing. He pulled you closer, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Of course I enjoyed it. I’d have to be dead not to.”

“Good, ’cause I did too.” You smiled softly, your voice just barely above a whisper.

He held you tight against his body, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the feeling of you pressed against him and the warmth of your body. Wondering if this could be the beginning of something—if he could allow himself to love and be loved again.

Part 2 here

dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

[thecoochiefairy]

thugga. onyankopon.

𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 2.3K word count. blackfem!reader, drabble, boyfriend! onyankapon, grumpy!onyankapon, sweet!onyankapon, dominant!onyankapon, exhibitionism, couch sex , black woman, vaginal penetration, rough, lil bit of sweet talkin’, hair pulling, creaming, choking, praising, LOTS of dirty talk/aggressive dirty talk, condomless sex, creaming, slapping ass/face, kissing, just a fine ass black man, minors aren’t welcome!

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ day 484848489 of liyah’s faithful celibacy pact meaning she’s having the most nasty, egregious thoughts. come back to enjoy my black man fantasies. the links inspired this fic ofc, just wanted to put something out while working on an upcoming full fic. aight, bye.

link. link.

YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS A DEMON. And the worst part about it? He didn’t even have to try. 

Those eyes—he gave them to you at the worst times, and this was truly bad timing. Your elbow leans against the pink of your desktop, slender eyes drooping against the screen of your alabaster IMAC. You’d been on a work call for the past hour, and you were already feeling irritable, tired—over it. The only upside was being allowed to have your camera off. 

Your fingers rake through the dark ocean of your curls, a huff blowing through your nose as you unmute your mic to respond to your boss. But before you could—Onyankopon entered the kitchen.

You knew him, loved him, seen him enough times to know what he looked like with your eyes closed. You just couldn’t understand why he looked so good right now. He’d currently been in and out of the living room as he was attempting to fix the sink, on the phone with one of his friends to pass the time. But he made something so simple look so—sexy. His deep voice carries within the ceiling as he sends a voice memo, his big tatted frame turning a deep caramel beneath the lights, grey sweats showing off the print of his bulge. Your eyes watch his full lips move, the shadow of his grill melting in gold, mouth surrounded by the facial hair on his sharp jaw as forest  green gloves cover his palms. 

You were supposed to be focused on the main speaker of the call, watching the mouse move along the shared PowerPoint for new renovations within your company—but your eyes can’t help but peer over your desktop, watching him work. 

He’d move to the left, his toned body contorted in a way that made your tongue dry, your thighs involuntarily squeezing into each other. His back flexed taut as he reached under the cabinets, heavy hands twisting the pipes below, continuously talking within his phone atop of the counter. 

It’s when he begins pacing throughout the kitchen, tool box now in his hand and his phone pressed against the shell of his ear, that he catches a glance of you—his eyes locking onto yours. Despite his neutral expression, it’s clear that he’s caught you, and your slender eyes glazing over his body tells him everything going on in your head. He knew you.

You almost forgot your boss had asked you something.

Your voice is soft as you mindlessly reply to the computer, “Uh—no questions, at this moment. Sorry.” 

Your boyfriend's gaze is now on your figure, taking in the soft slope of your waist, up to the thick swell of your thighs and hips beneath your loose shorts. He admired you just as much as you did him, if not more. 

“Come here.” 

That’s all you hear. 

You quickly mute the microphone, your voice soft as you reply, “Ony—not now, baby.”

An eyebrow raises at your words. Head now tilted to the side, his dark eyes roam your figure as you sit at the desk, taking in his jersey you wear, leering at the way he knows your body becomes tense underneath.

“You tellin’ me no?” 

There’a a pause, and your silence speaks for itself. There it is—his eyes narrow, his jaw clenches, and that glare comes upon his expression. 

You tried. You really did. But listening might’ve been better than telling him no. The sound of the computer chair creaks beneath you, the tips of your toes just barely reaching the floor as your fingers clamp along the ink branded onto his bicep—your face screws into a pout, your whimpers gaining strength with each bounce on his dick. He’s watching, keeping you at one angle from the way he clamps his palm against the back of your neck, helping you come down.

Your boyfriend was strong, weighted in the right places. Every movement is calculated and precise—a machine. He knew your body better than you did yourself, knew what you wanted even if you didn’t say it—just by the way he’s got you pinned down, legs spread around his lap, one heavy palm against the side of your throat—he’s got ownership of you in moments just like this, when you’re at his hands—his mercy. 

Your brain registers the voices along the zoom call, but your sense is gone in the moment. His hand squeezes at the nape of your hair, your palms finding a resting space on his shoulders as you drop your hips down, a huffing whine passing your lips as your thighs ache in discomfort.

His eyes are glued to your face, your lips parted, your cheeks flushed, the way your eyes roll and thighs tremble around him like a vice— he’s proud about it. Onyankopon’s free hand comes under your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he holds you. Plop, plop, plop—you’re light to him, almost effortless, and he moves you with ease, always. 

You’re his toy for the time being.

The sound your skin makes, clapping against his in a wet applause from the cream that mixes along his tip, has you burying your face within his neck as you quietly mewl, “U—Ughn…” 

It’s embarrassing with the way he can have you whining. There’s a low chuckle from him, the grip on your hip tightening as you can feel his breath against your ear. Your boyfriend's eyes are all over you, taking in the way you cling to him—the way he’s got you shaking in his lap. 

“You’ gettin’ tight, Mama.”

He murmurs to you, “Gon’ head and put your mouth by my ear.”

And you do—your lips drag along the brown of his skin, finding his lobe as one of your hands rubs along his facial hair. Your eyes roll back again as you whimper, “Oohshit,” your gasp sucking between your lips as you keep your body moving.

His hand comes down, a resounding smacking sound as it connects with the flesh of your ass— it’s loud enough that in that moment, you worry that they can hear it through your microphone.

“Don’t get loud,” he grunts, “You bein’ too good for allat.” 

His words were always worse than the pleasure he gave you. It ignited something within you, something filthy, something horny. Something that could have you forgetting you were on a work call. 

They make you bring your head up, pressing your hands along each side of his face, rubbing continuously at his ears—your skin resounds a loud secretion against his abdomen as you bounce yourself with more effort, eyes rolling as you rotate your hips, “Ohmyg-Ony.”

His face contorts into a snarl, and you can see the gold chains around his neck shift in a way that leaves you mesmerized.

He’s gripping your flesh like a vice, fingers sinking into the fat of your ass, pulling you down as he takes your own mouth, biting, biting, sucking on your bottom lip while he thrashes you onto his tip—your folds kiss at his balls every millisecond, your clit throbbing in return. 

“Youn’ even care, you’ goin’ crazy on this dick—my good lil’ bitch.”  

He’s holding you by your throat now, squeezing as he knows you’re unable to stop moaning. Your own palm comes over your mouth, trying to muffle the whimpers and cries that spill through as you can still hear the voices from the other side of that computer, though faintly. 

“Yeah,” he spanks you in reward, “That’s a good look on you, pretty girl. You listenin’.” 

“I love this dick, baby.”

You gasp into his ear, “I love it sooomuch…”

His grip on your neck tightens, and his eyes are on you now—completely. 

“That’s what I wanna hear. You love this big ass dick.”

You’re so horny. Your hands reach for the back of the chair to hold onto, placing your feet onto the sides of Onyankopon as you rock yourself down, eyes peering behind your shoulder to watch the way your ass claps on the way down. You groan, the sight making you go harder by the second.

Your boyfriend's eyes are focused on the way he splits you open, his gaze hungry, like a predator looking at his prey. His palm comes up, hand connecting to your face as he grunts, “Keep bouncin’ on my shit,” the sound loud and firm enough that the voices stop completely from the computer.

“Everything okay over there?” 

It takes everything in you to keep quiet, your hand clamping over your mouth as Onyankopon responds, “Everything’s cool. She ran to the bathroom.” 

“Alright…we’ll get back to it then.”

The other voices faded back into conversation, and the attention was now back to you, your boyfriend's gaze locked on your form.

“Keep fuckin’ me like that.”

The words are hushed, inaudible compared to the conversation taking place in your headset. He’s not being gentle with you, he never was, and he didn’t plan to start now. He’s just lifting and dropping you on his lap.

“Feels good, huh?” You can see the look on his face, “Soun’ like you wantin’ it.”

“Feelsgood,” you can only cry back in a whisper, you brain firing off babbles as you drag out, “Mmph-shit-ah—,” clamping your mouth shut as you watch yourself—you won’t stop, your legs shake each time the back of your thighs meet with the front of his.

His own thighs are tense to the touch, Onyankopon’s face flushed the same tone as your cheeks, his jaw clenched. 

“Oh—goddamn, look at you,” he’s watching you, too, the way your body slides against him, and the way his grip has your skin painted red. 

He’s groaning, and you can feel the way he thrusts up into you, his hand reaching up to your face, his thumb sliding across the side of your lips. 

“You bein’ good as fuck right now. Just takin’ this muhfuckin’ dick—I’ll kill a nigga behind this pussy.” 

He’s whispering the words into the shell of your ear now, each breath tickling the hairs along your skin. His face is close, so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating off of him— you could taste it. 

You whimper so softly to him, “Keep sayin’ that,” bouncing, bouncing away.

He grunts, “You hearin’ me, huh? I’ll kill a nigga bout’ this shit.”

He’s saying it to you like a secret, his hand coming up to your chin, tilting your face towards him.

You frown, tears welling in your eyes as you warm, “Baby—I’m…” you moan to him, pressing your face back into his throat as your entire body vibrates. 

“You finna’ cum, I know. Stay here.” 

Onyankopon’s words are simple, but the command in them is clear. His arms wrap around you, nose pressed into your hair as he huffs, “Stay. Don’t be movin’.” 

It’s easy for him in this position, the way that his hips grind up into you, leaving you unable to move at all. Both hands are wrapped around your throat, keeping you in place as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Your body shudders, throat vibrating a moan. Onyankopon’s grip is as strong as it’s always been, his fingers tight enough on you that it’s beginning to make your skin tingle. 

“You close.” 

He’s not asking a question, but telling you so. He can see that you’re on the edge, the way the tears are welling in your eyes, how your thighs are trembling against his. 

You softly sob, voice whiny as tears shudder your vision, “Gimme’ a kiss, Ony.”

“C’mere then. Like you ’suppose to.” 

He pulls you closer, his lips connecting with yours in a slow, deep kiss. It’s enough to bring another shudder through your body, your own hands grasping at his shoulders in an effort to ground yourself. 

“You got it baby— I know this pussy all for me—Lemme’ feel that shit.”

He’s continuously murmuring against your skin, his hand running down the back of your neck, “Come on now, Mama. You’ right there, I know you’ is.” 

His lips brush over your ear, “Let it out. I’ll listen.”

You gasp, one so deep within your chest you nearly lose your breath. Your toes curl as your body vibrates in violent waves, knocking your face within his as you moan out your sobs, the sound dragging with each syllable of it. Your arms cradle his upper body, shaking so bad that holding onto him keeps you from becoming faint. 

Everything is hazy for a few moments. He holds you against him, arms wrapped tight around you as his lips brush over the side of your face. You’re drenching his tip, thighs soaked from the arousal that slicks along his dick, so wet that you can barely feel him anymore. 

His hands keep you from trembling as he whispers against your skin, “You makin’ a mess all over me, Mama. Pretty ass mess.” 

He’s watching you, taking in the way your face contorts, how your body spasms against him—the way all your words are reduced to nothing but soft sobs and whimpers.

You exhale as you feel your body coming down, keeping yourself held onto him regardless. Your breathing is softer, and your face flushes, a small—embarrassed groan pushing from your lips as you immediately bury your face within his throat.

He can’t help the low chuckle that escapes him, a heavy hand running over the back of your hair, fingers brushing through the tresses of it. 

“You gon’ be all shy now?” 

“Ony,”  you pressed your face under his jaw, grunting as you could feel the vibration of his chuckle, “What if they heard me?”

“Then they heard you. Not my fault you’ loud.”

“Onyankopon.”

“You was’ on some typa’ time, girl.”

“Oh my god. I’m logging off.”

You quickly turn towards your computer, clicking on the exit button of the meeting. You slip off of his lap, “Consider yourself a stranger. I don’t know you! Goodbye!” 

You’re already walking towards the bathroom, ignoring his voice as he smirks, “Ooh, girl—Look at allat’ ass—I’m still feelin’ X—Rated! Come back!” 

“No!” 

Onyankopon chuckles, “Aight. Love you too, then.”

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How do the LADS men react when they catch you reading smut. 🫣 Part 2

TW: Smut

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Part 1 (Xavier)

Part 3 (Sylus)

Part 4 (Zayne)

Part 5 (Rafayel)

You're curled up on the couch, a steaming mug of coffee in hand, your phone screen illuminating your face in the early morning darkness.

The rain patters against the window, a soothing soundtrack to your quiet start of the day. You scroll through your social media feed, yawning as you take a sip of the hot, bitter liquid. That's when you see it, a video that catches your eye. "Steamy Short Story: Colonel's Obsession" reads the caption beneath a grainy, black and white image of a handsome man in a uniform.

Intrigued, you press play, leaning back against the cushions as the video begins. The narrator speaks in a low, breathy tone, setting the scene. As you listen, your mind drifts to Caleb. Your colonel. He had mentioned he wouldn't be able to see you for a week, trouble brewing in the far space fleet demanding his attention. The narrator's words paint a vivid picture of a man consumed by his feelings, a man you recognize in Caleb. The story is intense, raw, and achingly familiar.

As you click the link on the video the story pops up on your screen, the title "Colonel's Obsession". You take another sip of your coffee, the mug warming your hands as you settle in to read, eager to lose yourself in the story.

You read on, your pulse quickening as the narrative grows more intense.

"Colonel," she purrs"I need you. I need to feel you inside me." She drops to her knees, her hands sliding down his body until she reaches the bulge in his pants. She cups him through the fabric, stroking his hardening length as she looks up at him with hooded eyes.

Without warning, she unzips his pants and frees his cock. It springs forth, long, hard and thick. She wraps her hand around it, pumping it slowly as she leans in and drags her tongue along the underside. He groans, fisting a hand in her hair as she takes him into her mouth.

You feel a sudden, intense surge of desire as you picture yourself in her place, kneeling before Caleb in his uniform. You imagine the fabric of his pants bunched around his ankles as you take him into your mouth, tasting the essence of the man you love. The thought alone makes your core throb with need.

Lost in the fantasy, you squirm on the couch, your free hand sliding beneath your robe to caress your inner thigh. Your mind races with the dirty, delicious images of you pleasuring Caleb in his uniform, the fabric scratching against your bare skin as you worship his cock with your mouth. You've never indulged in such a naughty daydream before, but the idea of Caleb, hard and wanting, his uniform still on as you suck him off is too tantalizing to ignore. 

You nearly drop your phone in surprise as it rings loudly in your hand. You glance at the screen, seeing your coworker's name flashing urgently. Taking a deep, calming breath, you try to compose yourself before answering.

"H-hello?" you stammer, hoping they don't detect the breathless state you're in. Your heart races as you listen to your coworker's voice on the other end of the line.

"Okay, sounds good," you say, wrapping up the call as quickly as possible. As soon as you hang up, you toss your phone aside and bury your face in your hands, a soft moan escaping your lips. You're already counting down the days until you can see Caleb again.

For now, you take a moment to collect yourself, trying to ignore the way your body burns with need.

You glance at the story, realizing there's still half of it left. Your curiosity piqued, you quickly tap the 'Download' button to save the file for later reading and set your phone aside as you take a sip of your now lukewarm coffee, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste. You shake your head, clearing your lustful thoughts, and decide it's time to start your day properly.

Rising from the couch, you make your way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. You shrug off your robe and nightgown, letting them pool on the floor as you step into the warmth of the shower.

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You sit in front of your computer, uploading documents you needed to share with the rest of your team.

Share

Your heart skips a beat as the realization hits you. The story, the incredibly erotic tale that has set your body ablaze with desire, is now sitting in the shared folder on your phone that you and Caleb use for important documents and information. The same folder where you keep your joint grocery lists, your travel itineraries, and the occasional sweet note to each other.

A blush creeps up your neck as you imagine Caleb stumbling upon the story, his eyebrows raising in surprise before a grin spreads across his handsome face.

But then, a sudden pang of worry hits you. What if Caleb misunderstands? What if he thinks you're interested in other men in uniform, that you're lusting after faceless, nameless strangers? Your heart races as panic starts to set in.

You quickly tap the delete button on your phone, watching with relief as the story disappears from your screen. The shared folder is now free of the scandalous tale, no trace of it left behind.

You let out a shaky sigh, your heart gradually slowing its frantic pace. "He's probably been busy all day," you murmur to yourself, trying to rationalize the situation. "If Caleb had seen it, he would have definitely called by now."

The thought brings a small smile to your face. Caleb has always been so eager and open about his desire for you, his lust never shy about making itself known. He would have been unable to resist the temptation to tease you mercilessly about it, to paint a vivid picture of all the naughty things he wanted to do to you based on the story.

"Focus," you scold yourself, turning your attention back to the paperwork across your desk. You take a deep, calming breath and will yourself to concentrate on the tasks at hand. The rest of the day passes in a blur of meetings and deadlines, your mind only half-focused on your work. 

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You open your front door, your arms loaded with grocery bags as you step into your dark apartment. The apartment is quiet, the only sound is the rustling of the bags as you unpack their contents. You mumble to yourself in the dim light of the kitchen, a hint of disappointment in your voice.

"I should have just moved the file to a different folder," you whisper, placing a jar of pasta sauce on the shelf. "Now I won't know what happens in the other half of the story"

As you finish putting away the last of the groceries, you pick up your phone. Your fingers hover over Caleb's contact information for a moment before you press the call button, bringing the phone to your ear.

You nearly drop your phone in shock as you hear the loud, familiar ringtone echo through your darkened living room. Your heart leaps into your throat, and you spin around to see a large figure sitting in the shadows.

"Caleb!" you gasp, clutching your chest. "You scared me half to death! What are you doing here, sitting in the dark like that? I..I thought you were at work."

You quickly hit the end call button on your phone, the ringing ceasing abruptly. Your eyes adjust to the dim light, making out Caleb's silhouette on the couch. He's sitting back, his tall frame taking up most of the space, his broad shoulders and muscular build unmistakable.

"You know Princess," his voice is low and filled with a hunger that makes your core clench. "If you wanted to turn me on, all you had to do was call. You didn't need to send me a whole story of your fantasies."

You hear the rustling of fabric as he leans forward, his tall frame unfolding from the couch. The moonlight from the window illuminates his handsome face, his dark eyes glinting with desire.

"Though I must say," he continues, "it was quite the treat to read all about what's been on your pretty little mind. Such naughty thoughts, pip-squeak. I had no idea you had such a dirty imagination."

Your cheeks burn with a fierce blush as you stand there, temporarily rooted to the spot by surprise and mortification. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but no words come out. Instead, you hear the sound of Caleb's chuckle echoing through the room.

"Caleb, I... I didn't mean for you to see that," you stammer out, finally finding your voice. "I thought I had deleted it. I'm so sorry, I didn't want you to think..."

"Colonel"

"What?" You ask

"It's Colonel Caleb not just Caleb"

The use of his title sends a shiver down your spine, the authority in his voice unmistakable.

You take a tentative step towards him, then another, until you're standing before him in the dark room. The moonlight filtering through the window casts sharp shadows across his features, making him look even more imposing and powerful than usual.

"Forgive me, Colonel," you murmur, your eyes downcast. "I didn't mean to send such an... inappropriate story. It was a foolish mistake on my part."

Caleb reaches for the lamp beside him and turns it on, as the soft glow of the lamp illuminates the room you can't help but gasp at the sight before you. Caleb, no, Colonel Caleb, sits tall and imposing in your couch, his uniform as crisp and pressed as always. But it's the state of his uniform pants that draws your gaze, and your breath catches in your throat.

His zipper is down, the metal teeth glinting in the warm lamplight. And there, straining against the fabric of his boxers, is the clear outline of his hard, proud cock. It looks massive, the shape of the swollen head and thick shaft unmistakable even through the thin material.

You feel your mouth go dry at the sight, a fresh wave of arousal washing over you. Your breasts grow heavy, nipples pebbling beneath your shirt.

"Colonel," you breathe out, your voice husky with sudden desire. "You're... you're not wearing your pants properly."

The knowledge that you've affected him so deeply, that your naughty little story was enough to make the formidable Colonel lose control, sends a thrill of pure lust racing down your spine.

"Did the story do that to you, Colonel?" you ask softly, a coy smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "Did it make you this... excited?" Your voice is full of innocent teasing 

"Show some respect to the far space fleet colonel and kneel"

You quickly lower yourself to your knees before him, the plush carpet brushing against your skin. Your breath catches in your throat as you find yourself at eye level with the sizeable bulge straining against his boxers. And there, at the tip of his erection, you spot a damp spot on his boxers. Your mind races at the realization that it's his precum, proof of how aroused that story has made him. The sight sends a fresh gush of wetness flooding your panties, your core clenching with need.

"Forgive me, Colonel," you breathe out, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

"Tell me how I can serve you, Colonel," you ask softly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes even as a shy smile curves your lips. "How can I make amends for my previous transgression?"

You watch with bated breath as Caleb reaches down, his large, gloved hands tug down his pants and boxers down to his knees. His cock springs free, long, thick and hard, the swollen head an angry red, it bobs slightly as it's released from its confines, drawing your gaze like a magnet. The sheer size of him makes your mouth water.

In a flash, you lean forward, your tongue darting out to lap at the pearly beads of precum glistening at the swollen tip of his cock. The salty-sweet essence explodes on your tongue. Before you can stop yourself, your lips part and you take the head of his cock into the warmth of your mouth.

"Ahhh..." Caleb groans, his deep voice rumbling through the room as your mouth envelops him. His gloved hand comes down to tangle in your hair, gripping it tightly as he guides your head, urging you to take more of him. "That's it, taste what you do to me."

Your lips stretch obscenely around his thick girth as you slowly sink down, taking inch after throbbing inch of his impressive length into the heat of your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue, the pulsing heat of his flesh, the musky scent of his arousal it's all so overwhelmingly erotic.

As you start to take more of his length down your throat, bobbing your head and relaxing your muscles to accommodate him, his grip on your hair suddenly tightens. He tugs sharply, pulling your face off his slick cock with a swift, sharp movement. A string of saliva stretches from your bottom lip to the swollen head before breaking and splattering on your chin.

"Who told you to deepthroat me?" Caleb growls. His eyes flash with a mix of lust and annoyance as he holds your head still, forcing you to look up at him. "You don't get to take charge like that. I'm in control here."

"Apologize, Y/N," he orders, his thumb wiping away the saliva and smearing it across your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. "Apologize for being so greedy with your mouth. For forgetting your place."

You part your lips, allowing Caleb's gloved thumb to slip further into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the digit, tasting the leather as you suck it gently. Your teeth carefully grasp the edge of the glove and tug, slowly peeling it off his thumb and down his hand until it falls to the floor with a soft thud.

"Sorry, Colonel," you whisper but before the apology can hang in the air for too long, you wrap your lips around his thumb once more, suckling on the bare digit as you did his cock moments before.

Your small pink tongue swirls around the pad of his thumb, lapping at the smooth skin, tracing the lines and ridges. You take it deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around the intrusion as you gaze up at him with an almost challenging glint in your eye. The glint is a silent dare, a test of his control and dominance, as if to say, 'I may have overstepped, but I'm not afraid to push your limits.'

Your cheeks hollow slightly as you suckle his thumb, your free hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking the thick shaft in a slow, teasing rhythm. You know it's a risk, touching him without permission, but you can't resist the chance to feel him pulsing in your hand, to remind yourself of how much you've affected him.

With an almost feral growl, he reaches down and hooks his hands under your armpits. In one powerful movement, he hauls you up off your knees and positions you to straddle his hips. Your soaked panties are suddenly pressed against the throbbing heat of his naked cock as he sits back down on the couch, settling you in his lap. The damp fabric creates a delicious friction against your folds, and you can't help but gasp at the sudden contact.

"The uniform stays on," he states firmly.

"Yes please" you whisper

An almost cruel smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with a wicked amusement that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Oh no, I think you misunderstand, princess," he murmurs "I meant to say, your uniform stays on. Mine, well..." His hands slide down to grip your ass, squeezing the supple globes as he grinds his erection against your soaked panties with deliberate, teasing slowness.

"My uniform is going to stay on anyway" he continues, his breath hot against your neck, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I've always wanted to fuck you in your hunter uniform," he confesses, his words sending a dark thrill through you. 

As he speaks those filthy words, his hands are already moving under your skirt, yanking your panties to the side with a rough, impatient tug. Before you can respond or react, he's thrusting forward, the thick head of his cock pushing past your folds and burying itself deep inside you.

"Ahhh, fuck!" Caleb groans, his head falling back as he hilts himself fully inside you. He stretches and fills you completely, your walls clenching down around his girth, trying desperately to adjust to the sudden, intense intrusion. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, back arching, his heavy balls pressing against your ass.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Caleb rasps, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass, spreading your cheeks, holding you in place as he begins to move.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, revealing a glint of teeth. He leans in closer, until his lips are a mere hair's breadth from yours "You want to know the other half of the story? I'll show you exactly what the rest of the story is about"

His arms wrap around your waist, crushing you against the wall of his chest as he pistons his hips at a breathtaking pace. Each forceful thrust drives you upwards along the length of his rigid shaft, the thick head kissing your cervix before sliding back out, only to plunge in again. His breathing grows heavier, his exhales mingling with your shorter, sharper intakes as he chases his pleasure.

He doesn't kiss you, but rather captures each of your needful breaths on his lips, inhaling them as if to consume you, to make you a part of him. His gaze bores into you, those piercing violet eyes burning with hunger and dark intent. In this moment, you feel utterly owned, claimed in the most carnal way imaginable. The rest of the world falls away until there is only the slap of flesh against flesh, the creaking of the couch beneath you, and the pounding of two hearts beating in sync.

Caleb's grip on you tightens, his fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. He grinds his pelvis against yours with each upward surge, making sure to hit that sensitive spot deep inside you. The stimulation is almost too much to bear, pushing you rapidly towards the precipice of ecstasy.

"Let... go."

It's not a request, but a direct order, his deep voice ringing with the unshakable confidence and dominance of a man accustomed to being obeyed without question. His grip moves to your hips, holding you in place as he slams into you, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body.

Your body surrenders to Caleb's dominant command, your walls clamping down around his length as the coil of tension within you snaps. A cry tears from your throat as your climax crashes over you, wave after wave of electrifying ecstasy radiating out from your core. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, your hips bucking erratically against his as you ride out the intense, toe curling pleasure.

He doesn't let up his relentless pace, continuing to drive into your spasming heat, pushing you to take every last inch of him as your orgasm seems to go on and on.

"That's it," he grunts "Fuck, you're squeezing me so fucking tight. You were made for this."

With a last few erratic, powerful thrusts, Caleb hilts himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his own climax.

You watch, transfixed, as Caleb's handsome face contorts with the raw ecstasy of his release. His eyes squeeze shut,his dark lashes fluttering against his skin as a groan rumbles up from his chest. The tendons of his neck strain, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he fights to maintain some semblance of control, even as his hips jerk and stutter erratically. A single, bead of sweat trickles down the pronounced line of his throat, catching on the silver glint of his dog tag charm.

As the waves of your shared ecstasy begin to subside, a breathless, euphoric laugh bubbles up from your chest. The sound is music to Caleb's ears, a beautiful melody that makes his heart swell with satisfaction. He feels your walls fluttering around his softening length, and a deep, rumbling chuckle escapes him.

He pulls back just enough to catch your gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischievous light as a grin spreads across his handsome face. He leans in closer and whispers:

"Ready for round two, my insatiable little hunter?"

Notes: Y/N's uniform in this story is like Tara's.

[yawnderu]

>Simon has a neet weirdo as a best friend Or Simon Riley lets his best friend see his naked body for art references.

This wasn't the way Simon was expecting to spend his PTO; naked in his best friend's bed with his hand covering his soft cock, hoping not to make you uncomfortable as you took notes of his body's reactions.

“Can you like... get hard?” He was trying his best not to get hard, going as far as to think about gross things he's seen throughout the years to distract himself from the feeling of your nails raking up and down his bare stomach, defined muscles tensing and bulging beneath your palm.

“'S not how it works.” He grumbled out, tired brown eyes looking away from you. Simon isn't embarrassed— not at all, he's simply not used to someone inspecting him the way you are, curious eyes fully focused on his body, taking in every single tattoo and scar, living proof of how many times he's kicked death's ass.

“Well, just think about... I don't know, tits.” He lets out a dry chuckle at the awkwardness in your tone, trying your best to keep it professional in the name of art. He looks down at you with pure amusement the moment he sees your hand drifting up, tracing the outline of his defined, muscular pecs.

You take a second to fully admire the view in front of you, absent-mindedly starting to play with his erect nipple, not registering the way his breath hitches. Simon looks like a gladiator— lightly tanned skin making his rippling muscles stand out greatly, becoming the virtual image of ancient Greek fantasies, a plethora of scars showing how often he crosses the edge of death.

“Gettin' a bit touchy there.” His playful tone doesn't save the mild embarrassment, about to let go of his nipple before his rough, calloused hand grasps your wrist, encouraging you to keep touching him.

“'S working.” Simon's other hand moves out of the way slightly, just barely enough for you to see his hardening cock, veins starting to become more prominent along his long, meaty shaft. He doesn't protest when you move his hand out of the way, getting a perfect look at him.

“That's... oddly interesting.” The awkwardness coming from you never fails to amuse him, only making his ego inflate by the second, even when you look down at your notebook to keep taking notes of his body's reactions.

“Does it feel weird to get a boner?” He thinks about it for a few seconds before shaking his head, holding back a laugh at the blunt questions. In the name of art, she says.

��Not weird, just... I don't know, bird.” The expectant look that you give him distracts him for a second, trying to think of a better way to explain it.

“Feels good. Bit tingly most of the time, and you can feel it... y'know, grow.” Explaining what getting a boner feels like isn't the weirdest thing he's done for you, half-lidded brown eyes focused on the way you simply nod and keep taking notes, using his words as inspiration for the erotic novels he knows you write.

The room is almost quiet for a few minutes, Simon's breathing becoming harder being the only sound, feeling your soft hands caressing every single inch of his skin, feeling him up more than he can take... and ultimately edging him without even being aware, stopping to take notes every once in a while.

“I can show you how a man jacks off, too. For the sake of art, yeah?”

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