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Orgasm control
Uniform kink
Alien abduction
Voyeurism
Wax play, dacryphilia
Outdoors
Blood play
Webcam/cam boy
Tentacles
Oral
Somnophilia
Sissifiction
Medical play
Omegaverse, possessive, choking
Sex pollen
Remote control
Service
Marks
Electricity
Mirror sex, golden shower
Monsterfucking
Quiet sex
Biting, praise
Gags, anal
Double penetration
Lingerie, robo
Hair pulling
Multiple orgasms
Omorashi
Breeding, degradation
Hot tub

There will be multiple ships and dynamics so be sure to read tags/summaries if you don’t want any surprises. (I posted the first chapter early!)

Happy reading💗

Chapter Text

“‘M not drunk!” His words slurred in his mouth before reaching the tip of his tongue.

“You are extremely drunk and I think it’s time we head back to the flat.” Harry tugs at his uniforms tie.

Despite his being drunk, Draco’s eyes were sharp as ever. He watched Harry’s every move; the way he opened the cab door for him, watched his legs spread as he relaxed on the crappy seats of the vehicle, his thighs seemed bigger than his yet still muscular, and before he could close his eyes and drift to sleep against the window, he noticed the way Harry cocked his head slightly, sparing just enough room on his shoulder for Malfoy to rest his head if he so pleased.

Boy, did he.

But of course he wasn’t gonna just accept it like that, no. Draco had to be slick with it. He acted as if a bump in the road had caused his already sleepy head to bump into Harry, ultimately resulting in an “accidental” collision between his head and the brunettes shoulder.

His nap was cut short by Harry attempting to drag him out of the cab.

“I can walk, Potter…”

“Then hurry up, we need to get inside. Looks like it might rain tonight.” Harry had this habit, speaking under his breath. Did he really think Draco couldn’t hear him?

The blonde hummed in response, accepting the support of the others arm as they walked up the stairs.

“We’re home, go shower.”

“Can do that in the morning, take me to my bed.”

“Shower.”

Draco grabbed a towel from his bedroom and tossed it over his shoulder, trudging to the bathroom as he scoffed.

“Hopefully that’ll sober you up a bit.” Harry yawned into his hand as he pushed up his glasses.

It wasn’t long before the bathroom door slammed open. A fit silhouette emerging from the blindingly bright lights. It walked straight to Potter, eyeing him down with an icy gaze.

“I-I’ll shower in a second… didn’t expect you to be so quick…” The shorter man was opening a bottle of water for his ramen. Not exactly hangover soup but it’ll have to do for a quick fix before he has to leave for work in a couple hours.

“‘M not done in the shower yet. Came to get you.”

Harry blushed, doing all he could to keep his eyes off the pale body in front of him and his mind off what could possibly be beneath that towel around his waist.

“What? W-why would you come to get me?”

Draco wasted no time grabbing Harry by the arm and pulling him towards the illuminated room.

He shut the bathroom door, pushing Harry further in until his calves hit the tiled tub. He fell back into the shower, the water had unfortunately still been running.

“Fuckin’ Hell, Malfoy! My glasses- Shit, my uniform!”

“I’ll buy you a new one over the weekend.”

“You mean your daddy’s money?” Harry spat out the water that had dripped down his head and into his open mouth.

“Don’t be like that, Potter, you know I’d buy you the world of you begged nice enough.” He ditched the towel and stepped in the tub next to Harry.

The brunette gulped at the sight of Draco’s dick. He finally found his footing and lifted himself up, glasses in hand.

The comment about how Draco would buy him the world sat and swirled in his mind. People just say that right? To show affection? He couldn’t really buy him the world, that would be absurd. And, in any case, Draco Malfoy showing affection towards Harry? Not a chance. So why? Why say that? At a time like this no less…

“Here,” Draco took the spectacles and placed them on the nearest surface out of the shower. “Why don’t you strip?”

’No, why the fuck would I do that?!’

Is what Harry wanted to say.

Instead, he began doing exactly as he was told, first his tie, then his wrinkled white shirt, his pants, and ultimately, his briefs.

He was already hard, undeniably so.

“Hm, cute.” Draco smirked.

Cute? As if Potter was something soft, gentle, sweet.

“‘M not cute, Malfoy.” He said his name with bark and bite.

“Oh, what? D’you prefer sexy?” He spoke low, flush against the others body with a hand around his waist.

Harry huffed before gripping Draco’s jaw and pulling him down just enough to kiss.

They’d done this before, tested the waters with touches and words they were both to proud to admit they enjoyed.

“Draco, I want you to touch me.”

Was it because he was drunk? Surely not as drunk as the blonde but still drunk enough for this warmth creeping in his stomach to be an effect of the alcohol and not his feelings… right?

“Yeah, tell me where.” His hands are already at Potter’s cock, fingers slightly petting the brown hair that trailed his soft tummy.

“M-my dick?”

Malfoy hummed in agreement and began stroking his throbbing length. Harry bucked his hips into the touch, wanting more. They continued making out, panting and moaning. The latter is pushed into the wall, bumping into cold metal that messes with the water settings.

“Ah! Hot, th-the waters burning!” Harry gasps into the kiss.

The steam rose and Draco’s spare hand crept along the shorter man’s side, grabbing at the pudge and rubbing cool fingers over the red half moons left over by his nails.

“Hah, ‘m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum!” His stubble tickled Draco’s chest as his legs trembled beneath him.

Harry’s eyes shot up at the blonde, he whined as Draco pulled his hand away entirely, leaving him to rub his thighs in chase of friction.

“Why?” He whimpered.

“I’m not letting you finish on your own.”

Harry’s feet are lifted off the tub floor, he’s swung over Draco’s shoulder and carried into the of the bedrooms. Draco’s bedroom. Where Harry was only allowed on special occasions like gaming together or when Potter’s room had flooded their first year of college.

Harry fell onto the mattress. The red covers engulfed him in a velvety cushion. The paler man pressed his lips against Harry’s and he reached for platinum blonde strands.

The lights are dim and Draco couldn’t be harder. His crush since grade school was lying nude and pretty on his bed, wrapped up in his favorite color which, while he’d never admit, suited Harry quite nicely.

“Still want me to touch you, Potter?”

The grip in his hair tightened.

“’Harry’, Draco.”

“Guessing that’s a yes then?”

’What an arse.’

Is what Harry was going to say.

What he would’ve said, if Malfoy hadn’t already started sucking his dick with those icy eyes staring up at him.

The slurping sounds were obnoxious. No- they were obscene. Draco purposefully accumulated the spit in his mouth to make the noises extra loud. It drove Harry damn near crazy.

“F-Fuck!” A flow of curse words and gibberish fell through the brunettes lips before Malfoy stopped yet again.

“Not yet.”

Harry mewled in protest.

“You wanna finish, Harry?”

Potter nodded furiously.

“Alright,” he stood back and tossed Harry on to his stomach. “I’m not going easy on you…”

He rummaged in a drawer for a bottle of lube and squeezed enough out to lather both his dick and Potter’s hole.

Malfoy thrusts in gently, both hands on the bottoms hips to drag him in closer. He reaches down to press his thumb over the brunettes tip.

Draco’s pants and moans grew heavier with every thrust. His pacing grew sloppy. His eyes grew hungry.

“Gonna- Hah, you gonna c-cum already, Draco? Hm?” Harry scoffed, face smushed into the bed.

“Play nice, Harry.” He pushed himself in as deep as he could. “Or I might stop and leave you oh so hard.”

Harry’s hoarse voice echoed in the flat, Malfoy continued and he had to give it to the other boy; he was so close.

Then Harry just had to moan out Draco’s name in the sexiest voice a man could have. He released his grip on the cock in his hand.

The two came instantly, moaning, begging for each other.

The next morning, both cancelled any outings or jobs they had planned and stayed in bed.

“Not a word. To anyone.” Harry’s tone is aggressive but his nose is dug into the paler man’s collar bones.

“‘Course not, Potter. Won’t happen again.”

’Liar.’

The brunette did actually say that one out loud because, in the end, both knew it would happen again. Both wanted it to happen again. They were just waiting for the perfect accident.

Chapter Text

“John, I just got back.” He shoots a glare at the Scott.

Soap had been off all day, lounging around their shared living space.

Ghost had been out all day, working and sweating. Dying to get home.

“Doesn’t matter, I want you now.” MacTavish mumbles, sitting on the couch in defeat.

He knew Riley would be tired but, god, was he pent up. His partner had been working so much the past month, they didn’t have any time for themselves. Even though it feels selfish, John wants the man all to himself.

“Sergeant, are you horny?” Simon sits down next to him, still holding eye contact even if John keeps looking away.

“Fuckin’ yes, I’m horny! Been pent up for ages now, cannae get you in bed without you fallin’ asleep on me.”

“Gee, Johnny, should’ve told me sooner, I woulda stayed home just to take care of ya.” Ghost’s teasing demeanor causes both the rage and the lust in Soap’s stomach to burn warmer.

Soap doesn’t say a thing, just keeps his eyes front to avoid Simon’s.

“It’s still daylight, I’m not too tired.” Riley gets his attention. “Why don’t I go an’ shower, then you can take all that pent up frustration out on me.” His smirk is visible through the cloth that covers his face, signature skull looking more friendly the more time passes.

“NO!” John yells without thinking. “I-I mean, no need, L.T., we should do it now. Showering can wait…” MacTavish is now sat up and ready to dash to the bedroom at any second.

“You don’t want me to shower?” Simon can see where this is going but he’s insistent that John admits what he wants. “Why? Tell me.”

Soap gulps, “J-Just like you in those trousers, sir.” He pats the denim on Ghost’s knee.

“I smell, just came back from work.”

There’s a pause before he speaks again; “You into that, Johnny? My work clothes?”

Soap reluctantly nods his head, expecting… something more? Maybe to be made fun of, laughed at? But Riley just chuckles in the way he does when he’s at his limit. Maybe he was into it, too…

“Right then,” Ghost lifts Soap up like he’s got no weight to him, resting his thighs around either side of the bigger man’s hips.

John’s arms instinctively wrap around Ghost’s neck, tugging at his balaclava.

“Easy, just bringin’ ya to the bed.” His voice is shockingly soft for a man of his stature and build, especially when compared to the voice he uses around the guys at work.

“R-right… jus’ give a heads up next time?” Soap feels the erection below him, bumping into it as he’s carried to the room.

Ghost comes to a halt at the edge of the bed. He takes a seat on the bed and John’s knees fold to accommodate to the new position.

“How’dya wanna do this, Johnny?”

“I get to choose?”

“Yeah, ‘s all about you today.” He kisses the brunette neck, eliciting a quiet gasp that sends shivers straight to his dick.

“Got your rod on you?”

“You mean my gun, sergeant?”

“Aye.”

Ghost reaches into his holster around his thigh. He waves the firearm in show. MacTavish’s teeth catch his bottom lip.

“Bloody hell, Johnny, you really are into this.” He lifts the black cloth keeping him from the delectable looking neck in front of him. He bites and nips at the now irritated skin.

“Si, need you in me. Now.” He puts his hand to Ghost’s gloved one, still holding the gun.

“Understood.”

Soap rises to his knees, enough that Ghost could unzip his pants and pull out his cock. A pearl of precum gathered at his tip.

That pearl was quickly destroyed by a spit covered and calloused hand that stroked up and down the foreskin.

MacTavish is finally able to peel his eyes from the sight and look up at ghosts face. The lower half of his face is flushed and his scars and stubble are the sexiest. His right glove is hanging in his mouth.

Soap leans forward so their chests are pressed together, he slips the glove out of the tall Brit’s mouth and holds it in his own. While his left hand stabilizes him on the headboard, his now free right hand lowers into his pants behind him to finger himself. With every thrust inwards, his whole body moves and his nipples harden at the friction between his shirt and Ghost’s tactical vest.

He spits the glove to the side and snatches up Ghost’s lips, both men shiver at the taste of each other.

“I’m gonna put it in, Si…” Soap says between moans.

“Wouldn’t recommend that, Johnny. From the sounds of it, you’re still too tight.”

“‘M not.”

“Just a suggestion, sweetheart, I know you like it a little rough an’ painful.” He growls into MacTavish’s ear.

The heat in John’s stomach begins to spread.

“Read like a book, huh?” Johnny, face flushed with embarrassment, voice laced with need.

“Red like a tomato, ya mean?”

“Fuck you.” It’s said with such bite but enveloped in a rough kiss.

Ghost clicks his gun back in the holster, now taking both his hands to John’s hips and maneuvering the man over top his dick.

“Ya gonna take me whole, baby?” Ghost shoves the Scott’s pants down.

“Aye- a-all of you. Every fuckin’ inch…” his face looked assertive but submissive for sure.

John began lowering himself onto Simon’s cock, moaning and panting as he went down. Both of them.

Ghost was panting.

They’d had sex before, Simon made sounds, mostly spoke to praise and degrade, but this was different. It sounded like he had been holding back and waiting for this just as much as John.

Their pacing is sloppy, Soap’s thighs are chafing from the contact with the rough army pants below him, Ghost is trying to get Johnny as bare as possible, they’re both being so loud.

“Si…” Soap moans. “Si, Simon, baby.”

“Close, Johnny?”

The brunette just nods into his shoulder. The heat in his stomach boils over and he comes as soon as Ghost places a kiss to his flushed nipple.

Ghost came using Soap as a fleshlight after his body gave out.

“Alright, Johnny?”

“A-aye, L.T., you just look so damn good in your work attire… might’ve a hard time focusing on the job now.” There’s humor in his voice but in his head he’s dead serious.

“Mph- Well,” he places MacTavish on the bed and buries his cock deeper in him. “You don’t look so bad yourself, all pretty an’ full of me.”

Chapter Text

It had been a regular day, Jumba and Pleakley were now out on the beach just basking in the moonlight.

They were on their own, just the two of them. The now cool sand beneath them would soon turn so warm it would be hard to walk in. Their life on this earth was picture perfect.

“H-hey, Jumba? You got better vision than me, y’know; four eyes and all. What’s that thing?” Pleakley points into the night sky.

“What is what?” Jumba, taking off his shades and squinting at the bright moon. “Oh…”

It’s huge. A UFO? It was out of the ordinary. It looked nothing like the one the two agents had arrived in or like the ones belonging to the agency. But it kept getting closer, bigger.

It was right above them and they tried their hardest to snap out of their shock and lift themselves from the sand. It was no use.

VOOSH. A wide, pink beam shot down and they began levitating towards the metal entrance.

“No no no no no! NO! Jumba, t-the kid, Stitch, Nani- OH!” The green alien yelped in a voice much higher than his own. “My lasagna! It’s still not ready for our dinner tomorrow!” He tried to swim out of the beam but its hold on them was far too strong.

There was a bright white light at the very top where both aliens shut their eyes tightly.

There was a metallic “clank” and suddenly their five legs were rested on the cold floors.

Sweet. The whole place was bright and smelled so sweet.

“Oh my, you boys aren’t human!” A feminine blob of purple goo giggled as she pulled out her clipboard.

There were others like her, standing all around them in all different colors. Some looked squarer or taller, some had more than 2 eyes, some had none. But they were all made of that goo.

“Uhm, escuse me, ma’am, but why are you trying to capture humans?” Pleakley fiddles with his six fingers.

“Oh well, fellow extra terrestrials are no biggie, I suppose.” She motions for them to follow her. “This way… eh, boys?” She looks Pleakley up and down, analyzing him from dress to wig.

He takes the wig off and curtsies. “Male, yes. These garments are just more suited to help me blend in with the humans.”

“Ah, so you live among them.”

“Yes, with little girl Lilo and big sister, too.” Jumba adds in.

“Well then, I guess I should explain… I’m Doctor Leia. My coworkers and I are in charge of research outside of our planet. Our group specifically harvest beings of different species to figure out how they work and why.” She scans her key card at a door the slides open and reveals a wide bridge.

“Oh, Jumba here a genius when it comes to genetic experiments and I’ve been studying the habits of the Earth humans, we may be of help to you yet!” Pleakley is smiling up at his bigger friend.

The blobby lady hums, thinking. “As I was saying, this is our SGG wing.” She checks off something on her clipboard before turning back around to the boys.

They’ve reached the end of the bridge, a door separates them from progressing into the wing.

“SGG meaning..?” Jumba steps closer.

“Meaning Sex Genitals Genetics .”

The two fluster at this stammering as they try to formulate a response. Leia giggles at the sight, opening the final door with her card.

“As you can see, we have collected multiple species thus far, almost every known planet has been visited. Minus the human earth.”

The group walks into the large room, glass cubicle fill every corner, each with different lighting and decorations, yet all emitting the similar sounds of sex.

“Hm, it seems we have a female of your species- ’Jumba’, was it?” She looks the purple alien in the eye, smiling and tapping one of the glass cubes.

Jumba nods and peers through the purple lit glass. Sure enough, inside stood a spitting image of Jumba with a more feminine look to her. Her lashes were longer and her size a bit smaller, but what really gave it away? The opening between her legs. It looked soft and was a similar shade to Jumba, who covered his eyes and spun the opposite direction.

Pleakley couldn’t help but stare. The way she was using the silicone tentacle that was left in her container caught his eye. It was interesting.

“And I’m sure I’ve seen one of you, as well… ah, I know.” The Doc walked past another 15 cubicles each emitting sounds of pure pleasure, some with 2 beings, some with many more. “Here we are! A male, just like you.”

Jumba finally caught up in time to see the similarly green alien in the tank reach down and prod at the sopping entrance between his three legs. The specimen was using one of its three fingers to add pressure to the small nub at the very front of the slit.

“P-Pleakley, is that your-“

“No! It isn’t anything like what you have. If you must know, females are the ones to bare the penetrating appendage.”

“Yes, our Ricky was able to tell us all about the females, even gave us a picture to analyze. Before he asked for it back as ‘material’…” She motions to a poster hung up near Ricky’s bed. It’s a nude female who does indeed carry a very big, very pink, appendage.

Pleakley stares down at the floor, cheeks flushed and his confidence plummeting.

Jumba clears his throat and places a big, gentle hand to the thin aliens back. “Should not feel bad, Jumba think look very… pretty.”

“J-Jumba, you really don’t have to say that…” He now covers his eye with his hands and turns away in a similar fashion to Jumba.

The Doc laughs heartily, amused by the couple’s relationship.

“So, just out of curiosity, how does it work between the two of you? Being different species and all.”

“Oh! We’ve never…” Pleakley turns to his partner who’s already turned to him with wide eyes. “It’s never been like that.” His eye darts back to the floor.

“Would you like to try it out?” Leia is smiling ear to ear, almost literally.

The men exchange a nervous e glance, neither saying yes but also not entirely looking against it.

“For science, boys.”

Pleakley raises his eyebrow and Jumba nods once in a stern agreement.

“Good! Now… these cubicles might be a bit snug for the two of you.” She walks them to a wall with larger beings, each having their own fun and messing around. “As you can see, we provide a bed, a rug, lighting that can be adjusted to your liking, and some foods that mostly contain aphrodisiacs and liquor. Will you need anything else?”

Pleakley looks down at Jumba’s shorts, a tent, foreign to the aliens eye but not far from his fantasies.

“Lube, please.” He pulls at the neckline of his flowy blue dress.

Once inside the glass cube, Jumba begins to unbutton his shirt. Pleakley just watches, looking outside at the group of goopy researchers now standing outside.

“Could we get, uhm, a little privacy?”

“Oh, yes!” With the click of a button, all four glass walls become a faint grey color and all outside noises began to fade. “I will be communicating with you rarely through the speaker system, just enjoy your time!”

“Great. They’re still watching.” Pleakley steps closer to the wall, blobs the other side of it stare at him nervously. “I bet this is som type of one way glass…”

The slim alien turns back around to see Jumba, stripped down to his briefs, sitting quietly on the bed.

“Very nice, comfy mattress. Pleakley should come sit with Jumba.”

Was this Jumba making a move?

Pleakley did as he suggested and took off his dress as he sat. He was completely bare now, none of the human underpants had fit him.

Leia’s voice is heard over the speaker; “Little green one-“

“PLEAKLEY! MY NAME IS PLEAKLEY!” He shouts angrily at the wall separating them from the crowd.

“Yes, Pleakley. In the drawer beside the bed you will find a certain device… I’d like you to use it on Jumba.”

The alien reluctantly pulled the drawer open to find a pair of what resembled the clips Nani used to hang clothes up to dry.

“Clip them to his chest.”

“What?”

The instructions were clear but Pleakley didn’t understand why.

He did it anyways and Jumba stifled a moan in response.

“Does this… hurt?”

“No.” Jumba’s response is slightly breathy and just barely audible. “Feels little bit good…”

Pleakley smirks before tugging at the chain connecting the two clamps. “Oh, really?”

The bigger alien huffs a reply, nodding the best he can.

The green alien places his three slim fingers to the bulge between Jumba’s thick legs.

“Jumba… why don’t you use your fingers to help me out?”

“Yes, Jumba want to help anyway can.”

“Perfect,” Pleakley raises a leg, revealing a pink slit.

Jumba runs a single thick finger down it. “So wet. Very slippery.” It’s as if he doesn’t know whether to look away or not.

How cute.

The big alien finally slides his finger in, spreading Pleakley slowly. His mouth falls open in a moan.

“That’s it, you’ll fit inside me in no time.” His mascara begins to smudge around his eye.

“Can do the kiss?” Jumba questions, relatively foggy brained.

“Yes.”

His blue tongue makes quick work of Pleakley, starting with a gentle kiss to the lips before running down his neck, then his stomach, and finally his nub.

“If not penis, then what small pink thing?” He pinches at it softly but his big fingers just don’t help.

“I-I don’t know- it just never went a-away with evolution-“ he licks it. “Jumba!” He thrusts his pale green hips into the bigger man’s mouth.

“Mmm, Jumba think taste very good.” His eyes lock with his one-eyed companion.

Pleakley doesn’t even realize it when he replaces his finger with his tongue. The blue muscle thrusts in and out, sending shivers down his spine.

“My wife is okay?” Jumba lifts his head from between the other’s thighs. “Jumba at limit, dear.” His pout is similar to a child’s, probably learned from Stitch, who learned from Lilo.

“Y-yes, darling, I’m okay.” Tender fingers reach down to spread the slit open.

The disembodied voice speaks again from the speakers; “Now, Jumba, you’re a pretty big fella. Go slow and use the lube provided in the drawer.”

“Yes, yes, Jumba know how the sex work.” He seems irritated but grabs the lube anyways. “Can take… uh, device off now?” He points to his chest.

“If you’d like.” The voice replies.

He wastes no time, pulling it off roughly by the chain, groaning at the feeling. He notices the wide look in Pleakley’s eye and quickly put his hands to his chest, soothing the blossoming red.

“Jumba okay, too!” He confirms.

Pleakley covers his smile as he giggles.

“Go steady, Jumba.” He says, tugging down the boxers to reveal his erection, leaking a purple substance.

The hue was gorgeous but unlike anything Pleakley had ever seen before. And his length?? Pleakley knew he was going to be big but WOW. And the way Jumba grabbed it in his paw like hands, lathering himself in lube…

“Aah!” Drawn out of his thoughts, Pleakley now feels Jumba slipping into him.

It’s agonizing having to wait so long to get him in, his pace slow and careful, but he’s doing his best not to hurt his wife.

“Darling so pretty, pink and soft, too.”

So he wasn’t just saying that earlier?

“Fuck~ You’re killing me, dear…” his moans grow louder the deeper Jumba got.

But Jumba pulls out faster than he inserted himself and Pleakley found himself stuttering and stumbling over his next words.

“T-the fuck! Hah- J-Jumba, why..?” Tears fill his eye and the mascara just won’t stop running.

“Jumba scared, Pleakley sound hurt.”

“N-no, I’m not hurt, you big baby.” His tone becomes hushed as he admits, ”just wanted you in me, that’s all…”

Jumba thrusts back in all at once, all of him. Just what Pleakley needed.

They both come immediately, arousal and sensations getting the best of them.

“Good, Jumba.” Pleakley whispers into his ear, soothing him as he twitches, still coming down from his high.

After a brief moment, the bigger alien pulls out and mass amounts of his amethyst colored seed spill from the pink opening. Theres a smaller splatter of an almost white liquid splattered over Jumba’s stomach and the bed.

Researchers flooded into the room, collecting samples and photos of their mess while Jumba tried to cover up his wife’s body, forgetting completely that he was also now exposed to all the eyes in the room.

They were shoo’d out of the room in provided robes, meeting Doctor Leia at the door.

“Since we already have both your species on board, you’re allowed to leave whoever you’d like.”

“Now, please.” Pleakley deadpans.

Chapter Text

It was about to make three years that Kaminari, Iida, and Sero had bought their house after graduation. They finally got what they wanted; freedom. And for Denki and Sero… a place to smoke all they want.

Iida was against any kind of smoking, alcohol too, only drinking on occasion and never enough to get blackout drunk. Iida knew his body well and was even able to help a lot of their friends achieve goals for their own bodies.

“Shit, I left my lighter in the garage…” Sero’s palm lands on the roof of his car and he turns to walk towards the back entrance of the house.

The closer he got, the stronger the smell of cigarettes became, which wasn’t abnormal, but what was that smoke?

Denki wouldn’t be back until later, he was out with Mina. No way would Sero have left something burning. But, the only other person in the house was…

“Iida?”

His entire body jolts and he stands from the couch almost robotically, dropping the cigarette and stomping on it. Sero tilts his head but a smirks already crept up on his face.

“Whatcha got there, Prez?”

“Nothing, I’m just… I was just tidying up a little. We really shouldn’t just be leaving the garage open like this.” He unfolds his glasses and puts them back on.

He attempts to make a speedy walk for the door but Hanta stops him, pushing him back without even laying a finger on him. Iida’s legs hit the couch.

“You got someplace to be?” Sero looks up into serious red eyes.

“No, but don’t you?” Tenya’s expression is cold but his ears flush pink the minute Sero steps a little too close.

“Didn’t seem like that was your first time, either that or you’re just naturally talented.” He motions to the cigarette on the concrete floor. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you were, I mean, is there anything you’re not good at?”

“Sero, you’re very close…”

“Let’s sit, hm?”

Tenya sits right where he is, the couch was so low that his knees came up past his lap. Or was he just so tall?

“Cigarettes all you smoke?”

“All I’ve ever smoked.”

Sero squints in thought, watching as the blue haired boy in front of him does his best to avoid sitting comfortably and looking back at him.

“Forgive me, for using your things.” He finally says, pulling the plastic yellow lighter out from his pocket. “I don’t do it often, just when I’m stressed.”

“That’s alright, dude, just don’t feel like you have to hide things like this from us. We care about you, y’know?” This catches Iida’s attention as he turns to finally look Sero in the eyes. “Why are you stressed?”

“Well, school ended and all we’ve been doing is work for the past three years, and I hate complaining because I know a hero’s job is never done, but seriously, this is the first time in a long time that I’ve been granted a vacation.” Tenya rambled on, “To make things worse, I have no idea how to relax or ‘chill out’ like you and Kaminari. And I can’t even get a boyfriend for myself, not with my parents expecting me to have kids. What would the media even say?” Iida quiets down knowing he’s just come out to one of his closest friends. The guilt inside him then starts spreading from his core, realizing what he’s just said about the media and family in front of his openly pansexual friend.

“I think you’re thinking too hard, Tenya. And if it helps at all… you’re probably also just-“ Sero clears his throat. “Maybe you just needa get something out of your system?”

From the teeth at his bottom lip and the slight, seductive arch in his eyebrow, Iida knows exactly what Sero means.

“W-What makes you think that?”

Sero hums, amused. “Dunno, maybe the tent pitched in your pants?”

He looks down and sure enough, Iida was hard.

“I could help you with that.” Sero’s voice is soothing as he drops to the floor between the other man’s thighs.

“You really shouldn’t…” Iida’s nose scrunches, his glasses lifting with it.

“Then tell me to stop, Prez.” His chuckles reverberate and hit the erection now pressed to his lips.

“Don’t call me that, Hanta.”

“Okay, handsome.” He unzips Iida’s jeans and begins to pull down his boxers before a bigger hand falls onto his.

“Sh-shouldn’t we go inside? The garage is wide open…”

“Don’t stress yourself, Tenya. It’s our backyard. No one’s gonna hop the fence and see you.” The boxers are finally down, Hanta can’t help looking. “We just gotta be quiet about it, can’t be gettin’ noise complaints from the neighbors~” He presses the pink flesh to his grin.

Tenya huffs and pulls in breath after breath, feeling far too warm for someone in a tight tshirt and jeans. And Sero’s breath is heavenly against a dick that hasn’t gotten any action in forever.

He’s so pretty. His tan skin and dark eyes, the piercings across his face and ears, his silver rings and chain, even his shaggy black hair.

Iida reaches an unsure hand to the locks, he wants more. More of Sero.

“I can handle you. Be rough, I want to be good for you.” Sero wasn’t usually this submissive, but for Tenya? He’d do much more to see the uptight Pro Hero and straight-A student come undone in front of him.

There’s a creak.

It goes unnoticed by the men in the garage but the voice behind it gasps at the sight between the crack in the door.

Kaminari really hadn’t meant to intrude like this but, jeez, they hadn’t even locked the house door. He’d just gotten back from shopping with Ashido and he’d thought Sero left already. In search of Iida, he scoured the house but the last place he’d expect to find him was the garage. Especially with Sero between his thighs!

’This is so fucking crazy, this is so wrong! What I’m I doing staring at them? Thousands of thoughts ran through his head but none signaled to his muscles telling them to move. So he watched. Watched as Iida’s head fell back and how his face looked mean as he pressed Sero down to his absolute limit. Watched as the guy took it all! And still swallowed. ’This is so lewd, TOO lewd- I’m such a perv, what the fuck-‘ Then, Denki watched as Hanta bent over the armrest with his knees on the couch, Tenya only standing to pull off his shirt and drop his pants to his knees, revealing strong and thick legs, then getting behind Sero to fuck his ass. ’Holy shit.’

Leaning against the doorframe, Denki pulled his cock out from his black jeans and let the slick, wet precum ease his hand up and down.

Meanwhile, Iida wasted no time, fingering Sero as profoundly as he could and as fast as he could. The man was speedy with it. Hanta shimmied his pants down so his dick could also be touched. However, Iida paid it no mind and proceeded to spit in his hand and smear it over his length.

It went in all at once. Sero’s voice was hoarse from the previous blow job yet still rang out as he was pounded into.

“Fuck, Hanta… didn’t know you were such a cock slut. You do this for Kaminari too? The others?” Though Sero couldn’t see it, Iida’s eyes were glued to him; his hips, his ass, the back of his neck.

Sero doesn’t take the question seriously, moaning as he feels Tenya push impossibly deeper into him.[A/N: Sero is lost in the sauce bro.]

The taller man grips him by the neck, lifting him up to his chest. “Answer me, brat.”

’Tenya Iida just called Sero a brat… and is now pulling his hair?’ This image would never escape Kaminari’s spank bank.

“N-no! Never with friends- Shit- seriously, you’re m-massive~” Hanta stutters over every other word and comes with one thrust to the prostate.

“Aww, finding it hard to speak already?” His voice comes to a mere growl.

He lets Sero fall back onto the armrest.

“Neither of us works tomorrow,” he starts, his hips continue to buck into the hero below him. “I’m gonna fuck you stupid, punishment for cumming so soon.”

Denki’s entire body shutters as he finishes in his palm. He lets a cry slip from his throat.

Iida’s head snaps to face the direction of the sound.

”Oh, Hanta… looks like we’ve got an audience.” He gets close to his ear and grasps his jaw, turning it to face the door.

Hanta’s fucked out face is so fuckin’ hot.

“K-Kami?” His eyes roll back as Iida licks- licks- up his neck and behind his ear.

Kaminari gulps but his eyes remain focused on the pair. Iida looks ready to burst.

He pulled back as if winding up, then slammed in, desperate to feel that sense of relief.

’He came.’ Lots. Hot ropes of it filling Sero like some pastry. And by the time he pulled out, there was still enough in him to jerk off on the bottoms lower back.

Safe to say Sero was close to passing out, but Tenya caught his breath quick. “Kaminari, would you like to come in?”

He was either fucked or about to get fucked and in all honesty, it would be worth it.

Chapter Text

It’s a humid summer day, in the lawn sits a wooden lemonade stand. It belongs to your stepson, Toby. He’s currently with your husband’s cousin, Billy, who’s been nothing but kind to the tyke despite the cousinly rivalry.

“Honey, I’m home!” The classic line comes from your front door. You rush to greet your husband.

“Hey, babe, how was work?”

It had only been two years since you saved Harvey from his ex wife’s cruel experiments to gain cash. She was going to let him die and, once he gained a painful in-simulation consciousness, you were able to hack him out safely before his injuries could get worse.

You had fallen for the “new hit cute but creepy video game of the season”; ’BLOODMONEY!’. While the game was interesting at first, the character seemed to get more and more frantic as the pain levels increased and the good in your heart knew to doubt the creator when she said it was “just a bug”.

It feels good knowing you saved a person. It feels even better knowing you would soon after fall in love and that that love would be reciprocated. You two aren’t married yet but it’s in the plans. The divorce with Eun-Mi went over pretty smoothly and Harvey gained full custody of Toby.

Sitting on the couch, the living room finally free of all the kids toys that had been piled in each nook, you’re able to finally get a sense of relaxation.

“How’s your hand, Harv’?” You reach out and trace the scarring across his palm, eyeing the ones across the left side of his face.

Just the screenshotted images that went viral all over the internet still haunt you. You can’t begin to imagine how rough it’s all been on Harvey.

“It’s okay, better now that I’ve got a love like you lookin’ after me!” Harvey smiles and looks up at you with those pale blue eyes you’d never thought would look so happy.

You spend the rest of daylight watching films and snacking on chips and popcorn, Harvey’s hair slowly falling out of its usual swirl and becoming more of a wavy partial-mullet. There are still a couple patches of hair that need to grow back but you find his dark roots quite charming with the fading pink.

“Honeybun, you’ve been staring an awful lot… have I got something on my face?” He lifts one of those thick eyebrows as the corner of his lip tugs up into a smirk.

“Oh my, yes, it appears you do!” You stare at a spot on his cheek, there’s not a speck of dust. “Right here!” You peck the spot over and over, feeling a bit of the stubble that’s growing in.

“Baby! Slow down, you’re really making me blush…” he tugs at his tie to loosen it. “What do you say about… takin’ this to the bedroom? Toby hasn’t been gone like this in a good while. It’ll be nice for us.”

“You’ve been horny, huh?” You fake pout at him giving him soothing ear and neck rubs.

His eyes roll back almost instantly, his shoulders tense from work and overall stress.

“Please, my love.”

It had taken months, obviously, for you and Harvey to even consider being an item. He had been in a terrible situation and you were still processing it all yourself.

However, one day, Harvey came clean with something he’d never even dare tell anyone else;

“I dunno, I think I sort of… enjoyed it… for a little of course! I mean, at some point it was too much but that little sting of pain with the match was nice for a little. A-and the needle felt okay grazing my skin… I even liked it when I got hit a little.” Harvey eyes had been welling up with tears that he’d only noticed once he’d finally looked up at you. “Oh god, I’m disgusting and broken… that woman destroyed me…”

Harvey sobbed into your shoulder as you tried to comfort him on your shitty one person apartment couch.

“Harvey… you’re not gross, or broken, or anything like that. You’re so amazing.” Even though you knew all the affirmations in the world couldn’t erase what happened to the man in front of you, you had to try something. “Some people are into that kind of stuff anyways… no biggie. You’ll never be judged for your preferences or for what happened to you. I will never judge you for that.”

And somewhere along the way, he came to you himself, proposing the idea that you two would “try something new” in the bedroom.

And that leads us to now, Harvey’s hair unkempt and his arms tied above his head as he lays bare on his back awaiting your next move.

“Remember that new toy I was telling you about, darling?”

He nods nervously.

You pull something from inside your pocket and show them as if on display. Nipple clamps.

You rub the white rubber of them on his already sucked on chest. He twitches at every sensation.

“And the best part is… they work on your collar~” You slip the chain in the metal loop of his matching white collar, already around his neck, then clamp each piece shut over his nipples.

You’ve always known Harvey to be a fit man but his naked body really is something else. His pale skin seems sculpted from a marble and he’s always sure to keep his body hair clean or shaved. Right now, it was freshly shaved.

“You’re already so hard, Harv’, do you really think you’ll make it to our second play?” It comes off teasing but you really do ask out of worry.

“Y-yes! I can, promise!” He’s eager, toned thighs squeezing together for friction.

“Well, you’re a good boy so you should know the rules; no cumming unless I say so.” He opens his mouth to reply but you’ve already put your hand to the base of his cock.

He lets out a yelp as you begin a fast paced stroke. His hips buck and twist under you and his eyes shut tightly in wait of his premature orgasm.

It happens almost instantly as you unclip a very pink nipple and run your tongue over the bud. He moans into his bicep, still strapped above him.

“Uh oh…” you giggle as you gingerly run a finger down his body. “Looks like you need punishing.” A devious smile crosses your lips.

“Yes, my love-“

“That’s ’boss’ to you now, doll.”

Harvey whimpers at your correction, he’s in for it now.

You take a pastel purple flogger from an unlocked bedside table. The tails of it run along the side of his body as you move around the bed. You can feel the anticipation building up and see it in his clear blue eyes.

“Ass up. you know the safe word, correct?” You watch his ass sway in the air as he attempts to look back at you through his legs.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You send the first hit straight across his behind. His eyes shut, his face plummets into the bed beneath him.

“That was one.”

“H-how many, boss?”

“Hm…” you pretend to think, a small number already in mind. “Ten.”

Harvey nods and pushes his head back into the soft mattress, awaiting hit number two.

Smack!

A hit to his upper thighs.

The sting is bearable, pleasurable even.

Harvey makes it to hit eight before beginning to wail and sob. His purple eye makeup running and staining the white sheets.

“The word, Harvey.”

He stays quiet and his sobs hush to whining pants.

You deliver the last two hits. Softer than the rest and right on his ass, easier for him to take.

“M-may I finish now, p-please, boss?”

You almost feel pity, forgetting this is giving him just as much pleasure as it is pain.

You remove all the play gear and unbind his hands, wrists a bit chafed but nothing a little ointment couldn’t fix. He falls on to his back again, legs lazing outwards.

You pick up a candle that’s been burning for a while, the beautiful glass cup it’s in warm to the touch. You watch the shimmering pink liquid swish as you bring it over to your lover.

He bites his lip, eyes fixed on the candle as you pour the contents of it over his chest and abs. He hisses at the hot wax cascading down his body.

“Pink really is your color, Harv’~” you praise, rubbing the wax in at his nipples.

He reaches down to touch himself, still hard and throbbing.

“Wanna finish on my face?” You lay flat on your stomach, between his thighs. His aching cock sitting perfectly over your left eye.

“Yes, please…” His voice is raspy and meek.

He jerks himself off, cumming for a second time on his sweet darlings face.

After cleaning yourself up and giving Harvey a moment to rest, you retrieve the first aid kit and tend to his irritated skin.

“You’re so kind to me… thank you, truly.”

“I love you, Harvey. Whatever you need, you can talk to me.” You give him a peck on the cheek.

“Babe! I love you~” He kisses you back. “Should we watch another movie in bed? Make the most of Toby being with the asshole?”

You giggle before nodding.

How could you say no?

Chapter Text

It had felt like forever since they’d seen each other- really seen each other- without the masks and over the top capes and distractions. It was hard to find a time they could make the most out of, often having to leave it at 5 minute meet ups or 10 minute phone calls. Both of them knew it was for the best that no one found out about their relationship.

“It would just… make things complicated” or “the media can be unpredictable”.

So Bruce, finally finished with work, sent a text to Clark, who responded immediately.

———
Brucey
I’ve got some free time tonight.
Want to meet up?

Clark💙
2night sounds perf
Were should we go??
I miss u >_<
———

They agreed to meet up at an empty park not too far from the office, they’d walk around for a bit, maybe grab some drinks, then head back to the manor for some ‘adult time’.

Plans changed as soon as they arrived, though.

Clark was so eager to see him that he couldn’t keep it in his pants a minute longer. As soon as they were close enough, he pulled Bruce into a kiss that deepened by the millisecond.

And that brings us to now; one of Bruce’s hands tangled in Clark’s deep brown curls as he’s pushed back and into a tree.

Clark kisses up and down then up and down again, covering as much of Bruce’s skin with his lips as he can.

“Clark, let’s get home first-“ he’s cut off by another abrupt kiss to the lips.

“No.” The taller man growls in to his lips

“So what, you plan on fucking me out here?” He doges another kiss.

“Mhm, seems like the thought excited you…” Clark palms at Bruce’s erection.

“That’s not why… whatever,” he knows there’s no changing Clark’s mind. So instead, he grabs him by the wrist and pulls him deeper into the brush. “I missed you, too.”

“Fuck, Bruce, you suck at taking off your makeup.” He wipes the corner of his eye, clearing a smudge of black shadow.

“Yeah, what would I do without you?” He nips praises in Clark’s ear.

His feet lift off the ground and his fingers dig into the fabric of Kent’s shirt. Their cocks press against each other in this position and, god, are they hard.

Holding him between his pelvis and the tree, Clark uses his hands to unzip and pull Bruce’s pants to expose his twitching hole. The bigger man pulls something out from his back pocket.

“Really?” Wayne’s voice cracks. “Superman branded condoms?”

Kent’s voice itches with a laugh. “Keepin’ the city safe.” He says tearing the packet open with his teeth.

Then they’re both holding in their laughter because what are they? Teenagers? Fucking outdoors and laughing about condoms?

But it felt good to be like this. It felt good to laugh about after taking their first times so seriously.

“I’m gonna prep you first.”

“Clark, I’ve already done that.”

“R-really?”

“Yup.” He pushes his hips to the others abdomen. “So hurry and fuck me… please, Clark.” His eyes are glossed over and his voice is somewhat of a whine, it’s driving Kent to the brink of insanity.

But he can’t help going slow, thrusting in slow to feel every inch of Wayne tighten around him; slow enough to take in the sight. Bruce’s lean hips between his bear paw like hands, his pale skin practically reflecting the moonlight seeping in through the trees, the way his hair falls from his widows peak and obscures one of his blue eyes, his cheeks and bitten lips slowly turning a few shades pinker to match the head of his cock.

“Haah- Christ, you’re killing my back…” Bruce mutters, reaching hands out to hold Kent’s shoulders.

The paler man shutters as the dick inside him is pulled out all at once and his feet drop to the floor. He’s quickly spun around and his arms hit the tree. He looks back to see Clark’s got that possessive look on his face and his glasses are lower on his nose from all the movement. He feels him against his entrance.

Bruce grinds back on him, inviting him in, then squirms as he shoves himself in all at once… again.

Then he starts that merciless rhythm that causes Wayne to arch his back and mewl like a cat in heat, rutting against his lovers length.

“‘M gonna cummm~” Wayne’s practically folding over.

“M-me too… shit-“ Kent fills Wayne to the hilt and feels the man spasm as they both succumb to their orgasms. Kent’s got such a tight hold on his partner that he’s sure there’ll be little half-moons and bruising on his waist.

Once his brain clears up, he’s quick to catch Wayne who’s falling over and exhausted.

“Fuck, it got on the tree…” Bruce sounds unsurprised but still upset.

“‘S fine, I’ll clean it up.” He removes the condom on him and pulls a napkin from his pocket, wiping up the mess on the bark. He tosses it in the nearest trash can and they start walking, Clark helping to support Bruce who’s still catching his breath.

“I’m cuffing you to the bed as soon as we get to my place.” Wayne mutters under his breath.

“Oh? So does that mean one more round?” Kent, far too giddy and glowing after a tiring round one.

Chapter Text

Vincent (blue) Jasper (red)

(credit to the picrew creator)

“Vincent, I need you to stay awake, man!” Jasper was now running through the streets and alleys of the city, to where he hoped was the collages dorms. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ Vincent lay semiconscious in his arms, his usually pale eyes now a dark and hungry red.

“I’m really fine, put me down.” He could barely move his body, wriggling around but getting nowhere. “I’m tired, wanna sleep.”

“You can’t, you’re sick! Fuck, we’re almost there just stay awake…”

He sneaks in through the window they had cracked open before leaving, carful as to not let Vincent’s head hit the wall.

“Did you restock the fridge yet?” Jasper drops him on one of their beds, his eyes slowly blinking. The werewolf gives him a tap on the cheek in an attempt to wake him up from his dazed state.

Jasper checks the fridge; empty apart from his snacks, a couple drinks, and the booze they snuck in.

No blood.

He goes back to the bedroom, time to make a decision… either leave the man in critical condition and sneak back out to buy some cheap gas station blood or risk expulsion by contacting the paramedics on campus who would find out they left the grounds so late at night.

No way, not gonna happen.

So he picks Vincent up by his underarms and leans him on his neck.

“Drink.”

He’s still half asleep, he can’t even tell what’s right in front of him.

Jasper is getting more worried by the minute, he takes his thumb to one of his sharp canines and bites till he bleeds. He pulls on Vincent’s bottom lip and smears the blood.

The metallic taste hits his taste buds immediately. He reaches for the thumb himself, now awake and feeling more hungry than tired. He suckles on the digit, carful and slow.

He brings his mouth to the meatier part of the others hand. Bites. The red fills his mouth and his tongue tickles the skin, lapping it up.

He begins to travel again, up the arm, sniffing, and his bloodied lips leaving a trail of blood. He finds a pulse. It’s beating so fast, unnaturally fast.

Jasper could say this was his werewolf instinct, heart beating faster to produce more blood in order to heal faster, and while there was truth to that, the reality of it was that the beating had started before the bleeding even began.

It started when he realized he’d be watching a live feeding, not just his friend having a snack but his natural instinct and all while hearing him make those noises that sound straight from a porno. Vincent was louder than any of the videos they had seen of feedings in health class.

It happens just like in the videos though, the vampires forehead sits flush against his neck, searching for the strongest pulse. He finds the jackpot. Lips graze skin before teeth break flesh then his mouth is filled with the stuff. He sucks and moans and breathes on the spot until he’s full and his eyes go back to being that pale grey, almost white, color.

Okay, so problem solved. Vincent’s no longer hungry, no one’s in trouble.

Except for the very big problem in Jaspers pants.

His ears flick when he realizes and he stands up from the bed, allowing the vampire to rest his head on the pillows.

“I could taste it in your blood, y’know…” his voice is hushed and his eyes are closed but he reaches out, hand falling at Jaspers wrist. “Smell it, too.”

“What? What are you talking about..?” The werewolf’s jaw clenches trying not to move, as if he was some prey animal who’d just gotten caught by its predator.

“The full spectrum of emotions, I can sense it through your blood. Kind of like how you werebeasts can tell a persons distinct smell.” He peeks an eye open. “You were anxious, then in pain- but only for a little- that feeling was taken over by something… deeper.”

“Yeah? Like, what?”

“I’m not sure. It felt… hot.”

Jasper knew Vincent well. Enough to know that he was going to do everything to find out what he was feeling.

“You really wanna know?”

He heard the shuffling as the vampire nodded a yes.

“I was turned on… by those sounds.”

“What sounds?”

Was he completely oblivious to the way he acted while hungry?

“You made a lot of feeding noises.” Jasper hoped that he would understand that and just drop it.

“Like… moaning?”

“Yeah, lots of it.”

There was a beat of silence before Vincent spoke again.

“Turn on the light.”

Creaking floorboards followed by a click of the light switch. Before Jasper can even turn back around, cold hands already wrap around him, finger tips slipping below his waistband.

“Was it just instinct?”

The question threw Jasper for a loop. No way he was answering that.

“Actually, doesn’t matter.” Someone was finally awake. “Do you want to keep going? All you have to say is no and I’ll stop.” His hand leaves his waist and moves to his chest.

“I don’t have any… anything.”

“It’s alright, I’m clean and we won’t need lube.” Kisses fall across Jasper’s back. “We can buy condoms next time we’re out.”

The idea that there would be more of this in his future made Jasper’s heart flutter. The idea that Vincent was just as into this, wanting more.

They faced each other, chest to chest, face to face. Long vampire nails hiked the werewolf’s back.

“You seem to like the biting, huh?” Full lips caress the two punctures at his neck.

“Bitings for mates. Mating or fighting.”

“Mating?”

Jasper hums a positive. He begins to grab at Vincent now too, his hips and ass.

“Pray that you never have to see me during mating season, shit gets ugly fast.”

“Hmm, I dunno… I think I do want to see that.” Vincent’s lips tug into a smirk before falling on Jasper’s.

“Vin’…” he moans into the vampires mouth.

They break the kiss to catch their breaths but it just leads to them backing into the bed again and Vincent’s thighs are around the werewolf’s sides while Jasper tries to shimmy his pants off horizontally.

Once pantless, Vincent turns over and pulls his own sweats off to reveal a dick which Jasper could only describe as “cute” as it was lowered into his mouth.

“You’re fucking big…” Vincent says, putting his lips to the tip.

“You don’t have to do this for me, we could just-“

Warm. Vincent’s mouth was so warm compared to his cool skin. And the wet enveloped his head like it was a sucker. The vampire was surprisingly good at not using his teeth and giving head.

He lifted up, flipping back to how he was before. This time, his mouth quickly found Jaspers neck and bit for some more blood. But it wasn’t for drinking.

He licks it up into his mouth again before letting it dribble onto the cock below him. Jasper twitches at the sight. This was so fucked up.

But he wasn’t going to stop it. He was now extra turned on by the bite and Vincent was already aligned and ready to drop.

Large hands pressed him down, taking the length all at once. He cries out as the sounds of the blood and wet echo in the room.

And Jasper was drunk off the smell of him. It was beautiful, as if he’d known this scent all his life and was only just now realizing it was his Vinnie’s. Because that’s what it was. This smell that always clung to him but wasn’t his. It was Vincent’s.

The smell of Jasper’s blood did the same for the vamp. The strangely sweet taste and calming aroma.

Everything felt so good.

They came at the exact same time, cursing and crying now hushed at the realization that they were in fact still at the dorms.

But Jasper quickly lifted the vampire off him with a ‘pop’, just in case things were to go south… he wouldn’t want to be stuck inside Vincent for the rest of the night.

Things were going to be extremely awkward tomorrow.

Chapter Text

It hadn’t been long since Viktor started joining Jayce on his weekly shows.

Jayce says he does it for the money, but Viktor can tell he likes showing off and he really doesn’t mind it. Jayce had actually mentioned quitting before Viktor told him he’d participate with him.

“Vik, we don’t need to keep doing this if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t need to keep doing this.” Jayce is setting up the monitor, watching his partner through the reflection on the screen.

“I’ve told you before, Jayce, it’s fine. More than fine, I enjoy doing this with you.” He’s removing his leg brace, tucking it aside with his cane.

“Are you’re positive you’re okay with wearing this..?” He looks Viktor up and down as his hands land on the Lacey purple fabric of his lingerie set. It fit Viktor perfectly, hugged his hips and chest like it was made for him to wear.

“I’m positive, Jay.” His hands slide up the front of Jayce’s ‘show suit’. It was just his excuse to wear something fancy for once but the audience loved it.

“Let’s get started, then.”

~~~

The show started like how they usually did; Jayce would talk for a little, hyping up the crowd for Viktor to enter, and when he did, he’d sit all nice and pretty for the cameras.

Today, he was straddling one of Jayce’s thighs. He was welcomed by the eager crowd, chat blowing up with praise and compliments that made the heat between his legs grow.

“Looks like someone’s excited, right, chat?” Jayce bounced his leg a couple times, eliciting a gasp from the thinner man.

chronic_CUMplainer: SOOOO sexyyyy
User23452: Woah look at tha big clit!
princesspp: aww they’re already wetttt
partyDOLL: where’s the langeray from? uwu
whit3man: fuck her pussy already…

“Jeez, some of you really don’t care for tags and genres… isn’t that right, my handsome boy?” Jayce’s voice is velvety smooth in Viktor’s ear, he’s possessive at times and by no means shy when it comes to correcting people.

Some of the chat was censored- Jayce had set it up that way, certain key words would get someone blocked- but most of it was colorful. Pink, blue, and white hearts and flags filled the screen.

Viktor felt hands crawl up his knees to his thighs then hold his waist.

“You really are wet, I can feel you through my pants.” One hand finds its way down Vik’s stomach and to his clit.

He rubs himself against Jayce in an attempt to create some sort of friction but big hands stop him in his tracks.

“Ask first.” The voice is low and sensual but picks up on the mic. The chat loves hearing Jayce give orders. Viktor loves hearing Jayce.

“P-please? May I ride your thigh?”

“Go ahead, angel.”

The humping starts slow but with the hand at his most sensitive spot, Viktor can’t help the relentless pace that followed. It was messy and grueling. His hair fell in his face and Jayce’s voice rang in his ears, calling him a good boy and telling him how good he looks.

The bigger man is hard and desperately biting back the urge to just fuck him. The foreplay is important, for both the stream and the couple.

“Someone said for you to take of the top, Vik. Want my help? So you can keep going?”

He nods and hunches forward to give Jayce a better view of the clasps.

The top falls off to the floor, out of view. His nipples are exposed to the cold air for only a second before Jayce’s hands warm them up. His moaning becomes needy.

“Jay, could we do it now? Want it now…” Viktor whines and pants.

“Should I?” He chuckles and watches chat as they roll in.

StwarberryCreamer: yeah!! Fuck himmmm
Huckleberry: you’ve teased him too much listen how needy he is >~<
Rico: they’re so cute when the beg TvT

“Looks like you got lucky this time.” He kisses down his lovers neck, leaving hickeys and spit trails all down his shoulders.

Jayce reaches for the keyboard and mouse, switching over to the bedside camera. It was positioned to see the whole bed in order to get the best view.

He carried Viktor over, placing the man down. He was pouting, bucking his hips and squirming around as his panties were pulled to the side.

“Shh, you’ll be full and satisfied in no time, pretty boy.” Jayce grabbed a bottle of lube and globbed it onto his pointer, index, and middle finger.

He massaged the folds and creases of Viktor’s entrance, using his dry thumb on his clit, now throbbing and erect.

“Jay, just p-put it in.”

While Viktor liked being Jayce’s ‘pretty little thing’, it made him feel fragile whenever the man treated him this way, as if he were a girl. He knew Jayce didn’t see him that way, didn’t think he was easy to break even though he knew he was smaller and frailer than him, but he wanted the bigger man to truly ravage him. He’d seen Jayce do it once before and he knew he was into it but he held back after Viktor had complained about back pains.

Jayce looks towards the chat, thinking. Viktor notices him flinch a little as he reads a donation request.

“‘Tell us what you like about Vik’? Well, there’s a lot-“

Viktor pulls him in by the tie, close and mean. “Could you do that while you pound me?” He seethed. This wasn’t part of their script.

Alarm bells go off in Jayce’s head- or are those church bells? Doesn’t matter, point is; Jayce feels all the heat in his body rush down to his cock.

He pulls it out, already at attention and ready to go. “I don’t know if I’ll… what if I hurt you?” He whispers.

“Put me on top, I’ll take care of it.”

“Are you-“

“Jay.” He interjects, stern.

Jayce does as he’s told, situating himself on the bed with the other man in his lap just above his dick.

Vik reaches back and strokes the sensitive foreskin before taking the lube and applying more.

He looks back at the chat.

princesspp: oh wowww he was a dom this whole time??
partyDOLL: this is so HAWT! O3O
cringeymo: I’m about to bust all over this screen…

A smirk plays at his lips. He lifts himself and lowers his hips, pushing in just the head. A pair of worried hands reach for his thin waist.

“Hands to yourself, mister.” He slaps at them.

Jayce pouts, drawing his hands back and keeping them at his sides as supports.

Viktors hips and thighs tremble as Jay reaches deeper inside him. He wines his hips to take more and more.

“Fuck…” Jayce bites his lip.

Slender fingers tap his jaw to grab his attention away from Viktors cunt.

“Start talking,” his words are slurred. “Tell the audience what they wanna know.”

Jayce remembers the donation, cheeks burning as he thinks of what to say.

He peeks a shy look at the camera. “Well, for starters, just look at him. Work of art really.” He grins at the flustered face in front of him. “And that ass… fuck, we might have to film him sitting on my face…”

A sudden pulse is felt through Vik’s pussy.

“And he’s tight.” There’s a whimper as the paler man glares at him.

“I like the- the little beauty marks all over him, like to kiss ‘em.” He stutters as Viktor finally begins to ride him properly. “I like the way his skin feels on mine and how easy he is- t-to hold.” He tries to keep his composure through his lust haze.

“K-keep talking, you can touch a little.” Viktor gasps as his chest falls onto Jayce’s.

“Oh, I love the way I can feel my cock through his stomach. See?” He pats the bulge, showing off to the camera. “And I- I fucking love the way I can tell when he’s aboutta come because his eyes g-get all glossy and sad.” His tone is vicious as he bucks into Vik, hands spreading his ass to reach as deep as he can.

“J-Jay, I’m cumming!” He moans. Shivers run down his entire body and he’s tightening up so well around Jayce that he can’t hall but finish too.

“Fuck, V… came so deep inside you…” his voice is raw and so sexy.

Jayce gingerly places Viktor at his side so he can get up and end the stream. He’s quick and comes back to snuggle with Viktor before cleaning up.

Chapter Text

“Marco is gonna looooove this!” Star giggles, jumping up and down in the ginormous room in the Diaz family house. Sure, she had to expand, but it looked amazing and had its perks.

Like the soundproofing and lock on the door.

Tom used his hand jets to float himself to the bed, also sized up thanks to Star’s remodeling.

“He’d love anything we give him.” A sneer remark.

“Yeah but he’s gonna loooove this.” The playful smile on her face is almost evil.

“Sh, sh, sh! He’s coming…” Tom’s face suddenly lit up and he sat up a little straighter on the edge of the bed.

“Uh, Star? What’dya call me f- WOAH. Your room, i-it’s like, huge.” Marcos eyes practically popped out of his skull at the sight.

“Yep, just a smidge! Come in, come in, come in!” She ushered him in, closing and locking the door behind him with a ‘click’.

Marco looked at the boy on the bed, then back at a giggling Star, then at the door. “Why did’ya lock the door? You’ve nev-“

“Shut up, Diaz. Star wants to show you something.” The grin on his face was definitely evil.

Marco raised a brow as he turned over to the blonde.

She pulled a gift box from behind her back. “Open it, open it, open it!” She bit at the little crown on her wand.

He opened the box, squinting and not looking directly in it, scared of it being another sick prank where radioactive toads would hop out at him or a magical leech would stick to his nose… again.

“Star…” he began, eyeing the purple silicone tentacle sitting inside the box. “Where’d you get this?”

“Princess Pony Head told me humans use these to make themselves feel good, I feel back you guys can’t get the real thing like on Mewni soooo~” She took the box back into her arms and twirled around casting a spell on the gift as she spun. She gave it back to him.

Marco could hear Tom’s snickers as he lifted the lid of the box.

“Uh, Star… is this… that tentacle arm you gave me?” He looked at it, grossed out by the slimy purple liquid covering it.

“YEAH- Well, actually, no. It’s basically the same thing just, y’knowww… detached.”

“Star, that ‘human item’ was for-“

Tom slammed a hand over his mouth, shushing him before whispering; “Don’t be rude, Diaz, show her how much you loooove her gift.” He mocked the woman.

Marco bit his hand before saying, “Show her or show you?” He almost seemed shy, quieting down as he spoke.

“Us!” Star butted in. “Show ussss!!” Her eyes grew wide in excitement.

Blush grew against Marco’s tan skin. He muttered a couple things before reaching up to the demon. His lips were mere hairs away from the others, waiting for any sign of resistance. There were none.

He pushed himself up, locking lips with Tom and the gift still in hand.

It began to climb out of the box.

Star continued to watch the two men kiss, the human gesture for strong affection and attraction. It sure as hell was affectionate and attractive.

Tom grabbed the tentacle before it could fall and chanted something to it.

The tentacle fell limp for a moment before springing back to life and seemingly growing to have more tentacles.

“On the bed, Marco.” Tom demanded.

He sat politely, like a princess. Tom let the tentacle down to burn and tear through any clothes on the humans body.

“I’m gonna let the tentacle have its way with you. If you need me to kill it at any moment, just say it. Don’t be dramatic though, your dicks been hard since you saw us earlier.” Tom’s tri-gaze is absolutely humiliating to be under. Degrading even.

He set the weird tentacle thing down on the bed, just at Marco’s ass. It was able to find its way in smoothly and began to thrust.

“You knew what you wanted as soon as you walked in here. To get fucked by your awesome partners, hm?” He teased Marco’s nipples and thighs with an extra toasty hand.

“F-f-fuck… Tom, you’re sick, you gotta be- ahh!” The tentacles made contact with his prostate.

One of the extra limbs wrapped around his cock while a couple others tracked his body; thighs, arms, and feet already bruising with sucker marks.

“Star, wanna come help?” Tom turned to the girl who’d been watching, rocking on her floating cloud chair as she chewed her bottom lip.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She floated over, dissipated the cloud as it hovered over the human. She fell on top of him with a huff.

Her skirt was shorter than usual and her thigh high socks wrapped snug around her legs. She removed her top, blue and purple butterfly bra now exposed and her hair a little more messy.

“Gosh, Star… i-it’s been a while, r-right?” Marco’s eyes resisted rolling back.

She hummed, content. It was only a matter of time before her lips had fallen to Marco’s in a sweet kiss. Star wasn’t too good at it, but Marco didn’t mind. Her sloppy, inexperienced tongue gave him chills and sent butterflies rushing through his stomach.

“Hey, princess…” Tom’s jealous hand found its way to Star’s ass. “I want some, too.” His whiney voice makes Star giggle. He was only ever submissive like that with Marco if the tan boy begged.

Now it was a just a whole lot of spit swapping. They were all over each other, whining and giggling- except for Marco, still moaning with the tentacle up him.

But soon the tentacle found its way in Star’s panties as well. It rubbed and prodded at her entrance before finally pushing in, slick with its own purple goop.

Now Star’s chest was flush against Marco’s face. He put his hands on her thighs and relished in every minor brush of her pussy on his cock.

Tom was yet again left out.

For a couple seconds, at least. The tentacle found its was to his studded belt and undid it.

“Smart little thing, huh?” Amused, Tom fished into his pants. His cock needed no help out, eager and wet already.

“Toooom, come closer!” Star’s face was so red from how good she felt.

The demon inched closer until he lay next to Marco, the tentacle finally getting a good grip on him.

They were slowly, then roughly, then thoroughly fucked before all reaching their orgasms.

They didn’t bother cleaning and instead slept through the afternoon in a big cuddle pile.