#peg that middle aged man campaign
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Same Time Next Week
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f! Massage therapist reader
Word count: 4.5k
Summary: Marcus is lonely and burnt out and visits a spa that offers more than the usual services to help him relax.
Warnings: smut. pegging, anal, tit job, hand job, pussy job, sumata, prostate stimulation, anal fingering, sex work, coming untouched, praise kink, slight sub/dom vibes, subspace kind of, erotic massage, writer knows nothing about massages, many liberties taken.
A word from the author: this is a repost! This was my contribution to the 2024 Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign! PLEASE check out the other fics from this project, they are magnificent. you can read them all here!
Marcus’s body is sore. A week of wielding his swords, running, jumping, and grappling with foes left him feeling tight and tense. His muscles burnt with every effort, his neck was stiff, his mind was heavy with the weight of the world’s expectations and his team’s reliance on him to lead them. It wore on him. It broke him down, it took everything he had both physically and mentally. That’s without considering the unique stress of being a single parent and a widow. It takes a toll being pulled in so many different directions.
Reaching for a bottle of Aleve, he knew it wasn’t enough to fix him. It would take off the edge and he would take up the yoke of being the leader of the Heroics again tomorrow. He sank back on his bed and swam in self pity. He needed to be touched, needed the gentle hand of someone who understood him, cared for him, loved him. He wanted to come home to a woman again. Wanted someone warm and soft in his bed at the end of a long day to rub his back and take his cock. He ached there, too. Never having the time to meet anyone. Relationships and connections take time and care and Marcus didn’t have that. He gave that up when his wife was taken from him. With her gone, he took the promotion at work and began his life of lonely servitude. His body was no more for love, he decided, just a utility. He reminded himself every time he was awake in his bed, fucking his fist to thoughts of a warm, wet someone.
He carried on, focused on his primary roles as father and hero, head held high, no crack in his strong exterior. Passionate, but opaque.
He must have let it slip, though. In the car, driving back to HQ in the dark, battered and exhausted from defeating yet another malevolent alien invader, he rubbed his palms into his eyes and loosened his tactical vest.
Miracle Guy nodded at him from the other side of the car.
“You look like you need to relax.”
Marcus huffed a dry laugh, “Yeah. Maybe one day.”
“Maybe you need some help. I know somebody really good at it.” His tone was light, but the implication was heavy, the glint in his eye saying plenty.
Opening his wallet, he held out a slip of creased paper between two fingers. Just an email address and the word ”spa” scribbled next to it. Marcus scowled, but tucked it into his wallet and looked out the window, watching the city lights, ignoring the flutter in his chest.
Two weeks passed before he had the nerve to send a note to the address. It took some convincing. He rolled it around in his mind while he made dinner for Missy, and later in the shower. Finally, that night as he held a heating pad to his back he made up his mind to stop thinking and just act. He felt forward and strange, unsure of what he was getting into. Miracle Guy got into some questionable things, but he was also always pretty content. Nothing to lose. Marcus reminded himself before typing out a message- “My friend says you can help me relax.”
•••••
Tucked in the back corner of a mostly empty parking lot, where the street lights glow yellow and reflect in the puddles left by late summer rain - if they work at all, sat a dilapidated strip mall. Once bustling, now it housed a peddler’s mall, a vape shop, a nail salon, a pawn shop, and your own little business. It was the kind of place people avoided and that was fine by you. You didn’t need to hang a shingle to attract your clientele. You weren’t listed in the phone book. Your scant social media presence was an Instagram account featuring pictures of the waiting room, the massage room, and some generic pictures of flowers and stacked stones. You listed no address or business hours. Fontaine Day Spa. Email for pricing. The right people would find you.
The only indication that your storefront was occupied was a flickering pink and red neon sign reading “SPA” between the plate glass and the thick curtains that offered privacy as well as sanctuary. You worked hard to create an oasis, a place of peace and rejuvenation, a place of relief, a place for minds and bodies to be centered under your guidance and touch. Massage, salt therapy, facials and guided stretching to help your clients feel present in their bodies.
“I’m ready for you, Mr. Moreno.”
One of your favorite regular clients sat placidly in your waiting room. Soft ambient sounds and a plush rug set the mood for your time together. Marcus has been a client for the last few months, coming in for help unwinding. Your services gave him what he couldn’t find on his own. Peace, relaxation, release. By now Marcus was familiar with the routine. He entered, removed his shoes and placed them on the shelf by the curtained alcove where he undressed, showered using your rosemary and mint soap, hen slipped on a soft cotton robe. His clothes took their place by his shoes, thick framed glasses perched on top, and he waited, breathing deep, cleansing breaths to begin his scheduled escape from duty.
Marcus first showed up a few months back, wide-eyed and skittish, handsome and familiar, like you’d seen him before. He was handsome. He stood in your lobby fidgeting with his keys, looking at the floor, looking for a quick escape. He didn’t ask for water, but he accepted the glass you brought him, sipping it gratefully, before setting it aside to fill out the form you’d given him.
He couldn’t deny the disappointment of finding that the spa really was just a spa, and the form asked about problem areas, services he wanted, and massage preferences. Of course this wasn’t that kind of spa. He felt guilty for even considering this could be anything like a seedy rub and tug happy ending massage parlor. Sure you were a beautiful woman in a tank top that skimmed your tits and stomach and leggings that he swore he could see the cleft of your pussy through, but you probably just do yoga here too and wear what is comfortable. He was ashamed of where he had let his mind wander. How flexible he thought you might be. He shook the thought from his head.
He finished the form and handed it back, feeling sheepish.
His polite and mild demeanor made you want to give him everything. So often your clients were brash and demanding, demeaning and crude. You handled them all with finesse and kept pepper spray handy just in case. Marcus didn’t strike you as the type, though. You had talked briefly over email, he got your contact from another frequent client, one you’d worked with a lot and enjoyed your time with. In the emails nothing of your secret menu was mentioned. You began to wonder if he knew what he was really paying for.
“Mister Moreno, did Miracle Guy- uh Lloyd- tell you about the services I offer here? How I help him?”
Marcus stared blankly for a moment before his brain was able to form a response. Your question made him feel nervous and he stumbled over his words. “He said you help him relax. And he- the paper he gave me said ‘spa,’ so I just thought he must get massages...” He trailed off, unsure if that was a sufficient answer.
You knew his friend well. A handsome blonde that liked things a little rougher. You’d have to remember to thank him for referring his gorgeous friend to you.
Endeared by his naivety, you smiled and placed the clipboard on the table next to his water. You settled on the little sofa next to him, tucking one leg under you and leaning closer.
“I’m here to help, Mr. Moreno. There are a lot of ways people can reclaim their bodies.” You kept your tone as soft and even as you could. You wanted him to understand you, wanted him to ask for what he really needed. It was as clear as day across his face, but he would need to ask. “There’s massage, meditation, yoga, breathing exercises, mindfulness. I can help with all of those.” Marcus nodded and you could see his mind racing to put together the puzzle you were handing him the pieces to. “But that’s not all. Some people need help connecting other ways. Your friend Lloyd, he needs a more personal service. I don’t advertise it, but I could help if your needs are more intimate. Do we understand each other, Marcus?”
He continued to nod, furrowing his brow. Marcus wasn’t sure that he understood what you were offering him. He blinked back the embarrassment that started to creep
Up his cheeks from his flushed chest. “I want what Lloyd gets. He recommended you so it must be working for him.” He smiled now, more confident now that he feels he’s maybe starting to understand the dance you’re doing. He still wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but he was ready for whatever you had in store.
He liked your smile, how warm and disarming you were. The way you made him feel cared for, even after just talking for a few minutes. He gave himself to you, do what you must.
The first appointment was a little awkward. Marcus felt clumsy, unsure of himself, out of his depths, but you were there to facilitate it all, guiding him to the shower, showing him where to put his things, wrapping him in a warm robe, and telling him it was ok to let his body lead him, it was ok for him to touch you, to look at you, to ask for what he would like. Anything he would like. “Would it be ok
If I took off my shirt?” You asked, so concerned for his comfort. His cock twitched between his body and the soft pad of the table as he watched to toss your shirt into a chair in the corner, as you began rubbing him down. He closed his eyes when he realized he was staring at the way your breasts curved, the point of your nipples, the movement of your body as you worked. He loved how comfortable you were, how in control of your space.
You started with a massage, working gently across his broad back, you saw how his eyes followed you, how he shifted his hips on the table. You might be guilty of cutting his back massage a little short, but you needed to move to the rest of the service. He hesitated to roll onto his back. “I uh, I just need a minute.” You reassured him, told him getting hard was expected, that it was a compliment, that you just wanted to make him feel good. Reminded him he could tell you if there was anything he needed as you kneaded the firm muscles of his thighs. He was hard and weeping, beautiful thick cock desperate for attention. You teased up his hips, hands on either side of his length. His lips fell open, eyes trained on you, and he whimpered so softly. “Do you need me here, Marcus?” You purred to him and he swallowed thickly, “Yes. Please.”
From that first appointment together, you’d expertly stroked his cock to completion, showering him with praise. “So handsome, so good, letting me take care of you. Such a big cock, Marcus.” You always started with a massage, though they got shorter each time, the main event requiring more of your short time. You sucked his cock, gagging for him as he filled your throat, you squeezed him between your oiled tits, letting him come
on your chest and neck, generously allowing him to snap
a picture with his phone, something you never allowed with anyone else. You let him watch as you soaked your panties in warm oil, making the thin material cling to every fold. When you had gotten yourself off under his gaze, you climbed on top of him and rubbed your swollen, slick pussy lewdly over his cock, so careful to never let him slip inside even if you needed to feel him inside you. He came, hissing and spurting across his belly. Impulsively, you scooped up some of him cum on your finger and brought it to his lips, feeding it to him. The look
On his face gave you the confidence to push him further and further, trying new things often, but never letting him fuck you. Your own mouth, pussy, and ass we’re off limits. You couldn’t let yourself cross the line from service into intimacy. You made the rule yourself and had never been tempted to break it.
•••••
The room you led him to was warm and dim, lit only by a few pillar candles and the amber glow of a salt lamp on a shelf displaying various oils, lotions, smooth stones, and the other tools you’d use to let Marcus drop away from the stress and responsibilities of his life. The air was scented with the incense you’d lit just before Marcus’s arrival, earthy and warm, notes of spice that played together with the soothing ambience of your studio to lull the sometimes super hero into heavy, trance-like relaxation.
The leader of The Heroics didn’t wait for you to leave the room before he slipped the robe from his shoulders, laying it across the chair in the corner, and climbing onto your table and settling with a sigh. You stared at the width of his strong shoulders and the flexing muscles of his long legs, dark hair dusting from his thick thighs down this calves. He was a beautiful man. You straightened the small modesty towel covering his pelvis as he shifted his body, letting him settle and sink back into the padded surface of the wide massage table before arranging it over his half hard cock. You allowed yourself a half moment to admire the thick, dark, curling hair that led below the towel and up below his belly button, then stripped off your shirt, leaving you in only your soft leggings.
“Are you comfortable, Marcus?”
“Yes, thank you. I am.” He was always polite. He never leered or took advantage, just gave himself over to your expert touch. You could tell he wasn’t quite comfortable yet, usually just coming in the door lifted the invisible weight from his shoulders. Today he would need more help to get there, but soon he would be putty, pliant and submissive in your hands. Tonight you’d make it extra special, really take your time with him, pulling him apart bit by bit, then arranging him back together better than when he came in.
Just as before, you massaged him with warm, scented oil that you drizzled first across the expanse of his chest, using your palms, your knuckles, your forearms to work out the tension that settled there. You worked your way down his torso, slicking him up as you went, relishing in the soft grunts and sighs that your ministrations pulled from him. Before each movement, you explained what you would be doing next. There were never surprises. He knew exactly what was coming.
As you moved to his arms, rotating his shoulder, pulling gently, letting his forearm rest between your breasts as you kneaded down his bicep. His fingers flexed and his eyes opened just enough to see your soft smile, your pointed nipples, the shine of your chest where the oil has transferred from him to you. His empty brain stirred with images of other ways he would like to coat your chest. The thoughts floated away, and his eyes closed again, but his cock came alive, swelling as it always did under your masterful touch. The small movement didn’t escape your notice. Finishing his right arm, you gently guided it back to his side before moving to repeat the process on his left arm. This time, you raised his arm and let his palm rest against your clavicle as you smoothed your fingers along his tight muscles. His thumb swept softly across your skin, but the rest of him was still, his only movement the rise and fall of his diaphragm. He was nearly where you wanted him. You let his knuckles brush against your nipple as you arranged his arm, noting the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly at the contact. Perfect.
You moved to the bottom of the table and cupped more oil into your hand, smoothing it up his shins to his knees, focusing there for a few moments before adjusting his leg to bend his knee and plant his foot on the table. The angle allowed you to massage his calf and the back of his thigh. You enjoyed the way the soft flesh there slipped under your hands. While you kneaded at his legs, each in turn, the modesty towel slipped up, granting you a peek at his now turgid member. Of course you’ve seen it before in the course of your sessions together, but each time felt like the first. Marcus was thick, he had a tanned shaft with a smooth foreskin hugging a rosy head. It made your mouth water to see him hard, but this time together wasn’t about what you needed.
As you finished his legs, you gently returned them to the table, signaling the end of this portion of your service.
“Marcus?” You called to him softly, stroking his warm, oil slicked chest from his shoulder, down his side to just over his hip. His eyes were glassy, but his plush lips curled into a relaxed smile at the sound of your voice.
“I want you to turn over, Marcus.” He hummed, acknowledging your request but his brain was foggy and his body responded slowly. You kept your hand on him, grounding him, reassuring him with your presence and gentle touch. You made sure he was steady as he sat up, swinging his legs over the side.
“I’m going to set up for the rest of the session. It’ll only take a moment.” Your voice was soft and cool, reassuring Marcus as you handed him a glass of water to sip while you took a cushioned wedge from it’s spot below the table and positioned it just so, then left the room to slip into your equipment- a sturdy black harness with a ring to hold the purple dildo Marcus favored. It wasn’t the largest in your collection, but it was thick and gently curved. It hung between your legs as you wrapped yourself in your own robe and grabbed a couple plush towels, rejoining Marcus. His expression was tranquil, and it made you happy to see him so at ease. He had come a long way since his first appointment.
With the towels in place over the wedge, you helped Marcus get in position, on his knees, pert ass up and elbows on the table. He took a moment to settle as you climbed onto the table behind him, arranging your supplies on a tray nearby. You covered him once more, more out of courtesy than practicality. You could see his chest expanding and heard his breathing deepen as you dropped your robe. Marcus groaned softly when he felt your cock against the back of his thigh.
“Are you ready, Marcus? I’m going to begin now.”
He grunted and squirmed slightly, but remembered to give you a verbal response. “Yeah. Yes. Ready, please.”
Once more you dipped your fingers into the oil and let it drip down his spine, watching as it slid before following its path with one palm and then the other. He was so warm under your hands. His skin was so smooth, golden and freckled across his shoulders. “You’ve done really well tonight, Marcus.” You praised, leaning your weight into his shoulder blades, working out the knots, kneading at his neck. You plotted your way back up his spine and massaged his hips, and you felt him stir, tensing in anticipation.
“I want you to keep breathing now, Marcus. Deep, cleansing breaths.” You counted with him, four seconds in, seven seconds to hold, and eight seconds out. As you counted for him, you moved again to the back of his thighs, higher this time, removing his towel to massage and stroke his ass. His cock and balls hung between his spread thighs, leaking precum onto your towel, smearing the fluid as you manipulated his nearly limp body.
You couldn’t help your own arousal, feeling it seep from your aching pussy. Marcus was so beautiful and he surrendered so completely to you. He was strong, powerful, and deadly, but on your table he was yours to mold however you pleased. He was under you, taking whatever you gave him, waiting for you alone to decide what he needed, grateful for your attention and your discretion. You wondered if under other circumstances he might be the one bending you ever and covering your holes in lube.
Marcus often wondered the same, but he knew he couldn’t ask, couldn’t ruin this relationship, if you could call it that. He would never tell you how you became the someone he imagined alone in his bedroom or in the shower. Instead he just tried to enjoy what he had. A beautiful woman that would do nearly anything to make him come, make him forget about everything outside of this oasis. One he felt comfortable enough with to suggest the things he had always wanted to try, knowing you’d be enthusiastic.
“Are you ready, Marcus? I’m going to get you ready, gotta get you nice and relaxed so you can take my cock.
“Yes” He breathed, no other words necessary or possible now.
Your mind wandered and your cunt throbbed as you rubbed crescents with your thumbs around his tight ring of muscle, feeling him tense and relax, acclimating to the sensation and the pressure. You dripped more thick lube and spread it over and around his asshole with your thumbs, varying the speed and pressure, using your other fingers to hold his cheeks apart.
Monitoring for signs of discomfort or tightness in his muscles, you watched his beautiful face. His eyes were closed, lips parted slightly, sighing breathily, humming with pleasure. His mustache twitched, making you smile at the little tells he always displayed when he was entering the mental space that he paid you so handsomely to escort him to. He was ready.
With little resistance, you pressed your thumb into his ass. You were slow and gentle, taking your time before adding the other, fucking into him at an unhurried pace. When he began to push back into your hands, seeking more, you gently pulled away, silently reminding him of his role with soothing caresses over his cheeks and down his back. When he settled again, you squeezed a generous amount of lube onto your fingers and spread it over him, this time entering him with your middle and index finger, reaching deeper, teasing at the tender little spot inside him until he moaned. “Please,” He murmured, “yes, yes…” and you could have made him come. A few more strokes and he may have come just like that. Neither of you were ready for this to be over so soon, though.
Once more you took your hand away and massaged his back, praising him for being so relaxed, for staying so still, for opening up for you like a good boy. He opened his eyes, glassy and soft, no trace of the hyper vigilance he was accustomed to to be found.
More lube, this time slicking down your thick purple cock. Marcus was ready. You pressed the smooth head against his asshole and eased it past that tight ring, slowly, steadily, you began to fuck his ass. He whimpered and stretched his arms, extending them in front of him, lengthening his spine like a cat. His muscles rippled, he sighed, and your pussy throbbed. You sped your thrusts, enjoying the sight of him taking you with ease now. No amount of practice or professionalism could stop the lust from dripping over your words as you encouraged him.
“You’re taking my cock so well, Marcus. You let me stretch you right out, did so good for me. Let me take care of you just how you need.” It all came out a velvety purr, eliciting soft groans from below you. You wished you could see his face tonight.
Marcus was warm, feeling brightened and whole when you were in control, he loved how you knew just what he needed, made him feel safe, a feeling he wasn’t used to as the man that everyone else relied on for protection. “Yes, oh fuck. Yes. Want your cock. Feels so good.” Marcus babbled as you pumped into his tight ass. He whimpered and groaned and his hips tilted, feeling his release rush at him as your cock hit that special spot inside him that no one had ever touched before you.
You prided yourself on keeping things interesting. You noticed that Marcus was finding most benefit from giving up control and letting you make the choices for him. Always a first class full body massage followed by a mind blowing orgasm once he had reached a state of deep and total relaxation. Sometimes you stood at the side of the table and fucked him slowly while he lay on his side and you stroked his cock, paying special attention to the spot behind his balls until he came hard across the table.
Sometimes you had him on his back, knees bent, ass full of that favorite toy as you pulsed your hips up and into him, giving him a slippery double fisted handy until he came, painting his own belly and chest with thick white cum.
Tonight though, this might be his new favorite. Face down, ass up while you drove into him at a steady pace, never taking your hands from his hips, his back, wherever you could reach while you spoke so tenderly to him. Your hands held him like he held his swords, firm and sure, practiced and precise. Marcus knew you didn’t care for him, but you fucked him like you did, and the way you reassured him, praised him, stretched and filed him made him bury his face in his arms as he moaned, “Fuck! Fuck, gonna come. Gonna come!” His breath caught in his throat as you filled him with one last deep thrust, pushing your thighs into the back of his. You wished you could feel the way he squeezed your purple cock as he came untouched with a muffled moan, cum staining the towels you had covered the cushion with. He really wanted to kiss you.
Another glass of water, another quick shower, and a complimentary envelope of lavender scented Epsom salts later and Marcus was standing at your door, redressed in his shirt and tie, thick rimmed glasses framing his big, sad eyes. “Thank you. I..” he started, but couldn’t find the words he wanted. “Thank you for everything.” You put your hand on his shoulder and guided him back out into the parking lot, “I’ll see you next week, Marcus.” Locking up behind him, switching off the neon light, you thought maybe you did care about him a little.
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Theoretically, if I did another Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign (it would come out in Jan 2024) would you be interested in participating?
participation involves choosing at least one Pedro Boy from a list and writing a story in which reader pegs him, making sure it’s different from the 2023 edition, and being willing to post it during an agreed upon week in January 2024. DM me if you have questions and if you click yes you’re interested lol.
Saying that you are interested is not a binding agreement. You are not obligated and are welcome to back out at any time and this is just me gauging interest.
tagging last years participants and some people I think might be interested, but do not worry if you don't wanna do it I won't be upset I promise <3
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marcus pike x gn!reader
– written for PMAMC24
summary: marcus asks you for something he's wanted for some time...
cws: pegging, use of a strap-on, reader doesn't have a penis, anal fingering, rimming, showering together, established romantic relationship (2+ years), lots of lube, wet wet wet (not the group), sweet sappy romance, cum play (?), coming untouched, pet names (baby, darling, good boy), begging a lil bit
word count: 2.2k
“Do you love me?”
You’re on the couch with your legs resting in Marcus’ lap when he asks you. He’s been rubbing your feet absentmindedly for a while, his thighs unusually tense under your calves, and the question seems to come out of nowhere. It’s not like him at all to doubt your feelings for him, so you sit up to look at him when you answer.
“Of course, baby!” Your hand rests on his shoulder, and you squeeze it lightly. He squeezes your foot back, but his eyes still examine the carpet. “Why?”
A heavy sigh escapes him when he finally looks at you, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. The warmth from his face almost reaches yours.
“Even if I asked you something weird?”
“Yes, Marcus, I’d still love you if you were a worm,” you jokingly comfort him.
He laughs. “Good to know,” he says, no longer avoiding your eyes.
A few more seconds pass before he speaks again.
“A different kind of weird this time. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately… Don’t get me wrong, I’m not dissatisfied with our sex life or anything!” You raise your brows. So that’s what this is about. “There’s just something I’d like to try. If you’re up for it.”
You agree of course, there’s nothing to complain about when it comes to your intimate moments. It has never, during your two years together, gotten boring, monotonous, or uninteresting. You’ve tried out a few things, some kinks you’ve been curious about. A little bit of this and that. But you can’t imagine what Marcus would be so embarrassed to ask you for.
“Sometimes when we’re fucking…” he begins. Just hearing him say the word excites you. “I get a little jealous of you,” he admits after a pause.
You take a second to let it sink in. “Jealous?! Of me…?” Brows knit tight, you search his face for information. “While we’re fucking…?”
Marcus throws his head back on the couch with a groan and grabs your legs, shaking them a little in frustration. “I thought this was a safe space!”
You lean forward then, grabbing his face with both hands, kissing him on the lips. “It is! I’m sorry, it is! I just don’t understand!” you share with a laugh. Pulling away, you make sure he looks at you before you continue patiently, “Tell me more, please.”
“Well… I think it’s that, sometimes I wish I could have you inside of me the same way I’m inside of you. Don’t get me wrong, I love being inside of you,”
“Mm, I love that too,” you tease.
“But I guess I wanna… I want to feel you. Inside of me. Everywhere, really, there’s nowhere I don’t want you, but…” He drifts off.
“Marcus…” you begin. “Do you want me to peg you?”
“It sounds so unsexy when you say it like that.”
“Sorry. Marcus, do you want me to fill you up? Fuck you as good as you fuck me?”
“I do, I want that.”
A few days later you both feel prepared. Finding a strap-on together, picking the lube, reading up on how to prepare. It’s all made you more and more excited, and when the night you’ve chosen finally arrives, the tension between you is almost thicker than it was right before your first time together.
The evening starts off in the shower, where you help each other scrub down.
Marcus’ skin is warm and soft against yours when you lie down beside him in bed. You trace a drop of water on his chest that has yet to dry with your finger, from his clavicle and down to his belly button, where it makes a little pool. A shiver runs through Marcus at the caress. His hair is still damp as you run your hands through it. Slow kisses turn more desperate, and you grab at each other everywhere but the places that scream the loudest for attention.
When your hand eventually makes its way down to his groin he’s already hard and leaking precum. His breath hitches as you pump him lazily, a pained groan escaping him as his hips lift off the mattress to hurry your movements.
His eagerness to have you in him is electric. Goosebumps on his skin tickle yours, and you swallow every sound he makes, your open mouth hovering over his. Once his eagerness turns to desperation, you lean in to whisper, lips brushing the shell of his ear: “Wanna take my time with you.”
Teasingly slow, not breaking eye contact, you make your way down the bed, and settle between his legs. You bend down, placing a kiss on his belly, nose brushing through his pubes as you move downwards. With careful hands, you slowly guide his thighs further apart until you have all of him open before you.
With the tip of your tongue, you shower his tight hole with little kitten licks, letting your tongue glide all the way up to his balls every now and then, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Stroking, touching, caressing every inch of skin you can reach, Marcus writhes under your touch, pushing himself into your face, wanting you closer, closer still. His cock twitches above you, so you reach a hand up to touch him. His hand shoots down to wrap around yours, speeding up your movements.
“Slow, baby, slow,” you encourage. Your suggestion is only met with a whine.
“Are you so desperate for me to fill you up? Such a needy boy tonight?”
His voice is hoarse with anticipation when he whispers a helpless “yes”.
In no rush at all, you sit up to open the bottle of lube which lies ready on your nightstand. The transparent gel is cold on your fingers and you squeeze a generous amount onto your middle and index fingers before you turn back to Marcus. You press yourself into his side, chest flush with his bicep. Softly, slowly, your mouths find each other again, and your hand makes its way down.
“Spread more for me, honey,” you instruct into his mouth. His thighs fall apart, and your fingers find his opening. You paint tiny circles, spreading the cold lube, pressing in ever so slightly. Marcus jumps a little at the contact, but soon he’s putty in your hands, losing himself in the feeling of your fingers gliding into him, slowly but surely. The first two knuckles of your middle finger are fully sheathed in him when you add more lube, making the transition to two fingers easier.
The way he squeezes around your digits, warm and pulsing, is almost intoxicating, and you suddenly understand his jealousy. There’s no way for you to be closer to him than you are right now. He knows your insides, you know his. If you could, you’d open up his chest and crawl inside. Instead, you bury your face in his neck, enjoying the feeling of working him open, stretching him out. Little moans and gasps from him as you get deeper lets you know he likes it, and you curl your fingers upwards as you grind yourself against his thigh.
“Do you want more?” You ask, almost answering yourself. Yes.
“Yes,” he begs feebly. “Want you. Need you,” And he sounds so forlorn you can only oblige.
The floor is cold under your feet as you get up. You’ve prepared the harness on your dresser already, so all you have to do is strap it on. On the bed Marcus is stroking himself lazily, his eyes growing dark as he’s watching you tighten the belt around your waist and thighs.
“Oh, darling,” he breathes. You give him a playful twirl, making him giggle. It’s an incredible sight, your man spread out and ready for you on your bed, eyes full of lust and a smile on his lips. All desire is not yearning. This is something more. You catch yourself swallowing harshly to avoid tearing up at the scene. What kind of saint must you have been in your past life to deserve a man like Marcus in this one? You return his loving smile, silicone bouncing in your harness as you climb back onto the bed.
Settling between his legs, you once again grab the bottle of lube. You squirt some more on your fingers to spread over his hole, before aiming it down at the silicone. “Say when,” you say, unable to control yourself, as you cover it with the gel. Marcus rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, but he can’t hide the smirk playing on his face. He loves you. You know it.
His strong thighs bracket yours, and you let your thumb rub a few soft circles on the soft skin of his hip before you line yourself up.
“Are you ready for me?” You lean over him, placing a hand on each side of him, hovering over his torso as you push ever so slightly, but not enough to breach him. He only moans in response. Your arms bend and you lower yourself down on your elbows, trapping his desperate cock between you, your open mouth breathing into his.
“Do you want me inside of you?” He throbs against your stomach while he nods.
“Fuck, yes, I do.”
And with one long slow motion, you push inside of him.
For a second you think you can feel it, the silicone an extension of your body. His hot breath fills your mouth when he gasps, and you breathe it in, replacing the air in your lungs with him. He’s tight, clenching hard around the thick length you’ve buried in him, so you sit very still, letting him adjust.
His eyes are on yours, hands cupping your face with his thumb resting where your jawbone meets your ear. The furrow between his brows, the one that deepens when he concentrates, speaks for him.
“Is it too much?” you ask, furrowing your own.
“Almost,” he chokes, voice a restrained rasp.
Worried you’ve hurt him, you quickly ask “should I pull out?”, and you’re about to do it when his hands fly from your face to your ass.
“No.”
His big hands give your cheeks a light squeeze, and with a little pressure he keeps you in place.
“No,” he repeats, a whisper this time, a request, as he covers your lips with his own.
With slow shifts of your hips, you move in and out, pushing sweet noises out of him with every thrust. His hands glide across your skin, coming to rest over your forearms. The only moments he takes his eyes off you are when they roll to the back of his head and he groans in pleasure.
“That’s it,” you encourage. “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”
And he does. With every thrust, his breath grows shallower, and you can tell he’s getting close. Your stomachs are sticky with sweat and precome, joining the slick sounds from the lube in an obscene duet performed by your bodies. You bury your hands in his hair, gently pulling at it, making him mewl and whimper, as if he’s an instrument and only you can make him sing.
Marcus grinds against you, impatient, and you scan his face as you change your pace, trying to find the spot inside him that will send him over the edge. You know you’ve found it when his mouth opens in an O, sore lips pouting, and his brows shoot together, giving him an almost quizzical expression, like he can’t believe what’s happening.
“Oh shit, I’m–”
And before you can even sit back to take his cock in your hand, the space between your bodies is filled by his spend, thick ropes of cum running down the sides of his torso as you fuck him through his orgasm. You cup his face with one hand, nose brushing his.
“So good, baby. Give me all of it.”
He holds his breath with eyes squeezed shut, while his cock twitches a few more times, still trapped in the wet mess of sweat, cum, and lubrication between you. The silence is just as sticky as you watch Marcus catch his breath and fight to open his eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers with a laugh. You giggle back, and kiss the tip of his nose. It’s cold, despite his flushed face and skin glistening with sweat.
“I’m gonna pull out now,” you warn him. A strained groan escapes him as you do, and you collapse on your back at his side, his strong arm around your shoulders. For a minute you just lie there with your eyes closed and breathe together, reveling in the hazy blissful moment.
With a sigh, Marcus buries his nose in your hair, squeezing your shoulder lightly with his hand.
“Thank you,” he says, softly. You turn to face him. His eyes are still glazed over, and he looks so content and satisfied you can’t bear the thought of dragging him out of bed to hit the shower again.
“Anytime,” you wink, as you roll out of bed. His hand flexes a few times, as if trying to hold you back, but he quickly gives up and lets you go. Through heavy eyelids he watches you cross the bedroom floor.
“Amazing,” he says absentmindedly, mostly to himself, eyeing the harness and the indents it has left on your skin as you shimmy out of it. You give him a warm smile before opening the door.
“I’ll get something to clean you up. Be right back.”
When you return with a warm washcloth, he’s fast asleep, stomach still painted with the two of you, and face still painted with contentment.
a/n: thanks to gin @wannab-urs for organizing this year's "Peg That Middle-Aged Man Campaign", and all the other writers for inspiring content! divider by @saradika-graphics and graphic by me.
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miguel council...i come before thy with one question, and one question only.
#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#2099<3#spiderman 2099#across the spiderverse#peg that middle aged man campaign 2024#i mean i know i would.....
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Game Over
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
Pairing: SNL Mario x Princess Peach! Reader
Word count: 2.3
Summary: a friendly wager over the Star Cup leads to an unexpected victory.
Warnings: pegging, anal fingering, dirty talk, drinking, flirting, butt plugs, use and abuse of video game imagery, crack fic, probably cringe. No use of y/n, reader is princess peach, but her hair, skin and body type aren’t described.
A word from the author: This is a repost! Here is my bonus contribution to the Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign! I love this fic. This may be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I was giggling like an idiot the whole time I worked on it, and I’ve been dying to finally share it. Yes, it is crack, but I think it’s also kinda hot?
“You lost, Mario,” You said, running a gloved finger over the shiny button of his overalls “you know what that means. I’ll come find you later.” You winked at him over your shoulder and went to celebrate your win.
He had barely gotten out of his kart, angry at himself for losing, angry that he couldn’t react as quickly as he used to, couldn’t dodge banana peels fast enough to keep you from speeding by, a blur of pink in his peripheral.
You took your victory lap, waving gleefully from your kart, and accepted your trophy under a flurry of confetti. No mere cup could bring you as much pride as collecting your winnings from Mario, though.
Mario had accepted defeat graciously, you had won fair and square. You’re an honest woman, a good woman. Even though his cock ached at the sight of you sauntering toward him in the garage, he wanted to go back on his word, travel back in time to take back the bet, to wager something, anything else. Mario knew it was useless. He had already let his secret slip, let you know his secret desire, and now you were going to collect, going to give him everything he wanted and there was no going back. Game over.
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Mario was handsome, much better looking up close where you could see the true depth of his brooding eyes, see the gray threading through his mustache, the way dirt and grease seeped into his denim and smell the engine grease, sweat, and mint that cling to him. You’d wanted him for ages, danced around each other, teasing, hinting, exchanging glances, never quite finding the right time to hook up. He was so quiet and earnest, you were exuberant and bold. Fire and water, to be certain. What do Fire and Water make if not steam, though and last night the pot was about to boil over when you’d met up with a few other drivers before the Special Cup race. Friendly wagers weren’t uncommon and everyone was in high spirits after a tough series of other races. Competition was fierce and only the best of the best were left.
Glasses were filled and drained and filled again, and you were feeling buzzy and alive when you spotted the sometimes plumber on the outside of the small crowd. His eyes were shiny and his cheeks and chest were flushed pink from so many toasts to his opponents. He raised his glass when your eyes met, drawing you to him. “Luigi just bet an entire week’s pay on the first race.” He teased. Luigi was swaying on his feet, smiling and holding Yoshi for balance. “What did you wager, Mario?” You asked, knowing as well as he did that Luigi wasn’t ever going to beat Mario. “Told him I’d give him the business if he won.” Your jaw dropped in faux surprise, and you smacked him lightly on the arm. His arm. Maybe you’d drank a bit too much too, but it was so solid you couldn’t help but let your hand linger, squeezing it gently to feel the solid muscle. You didn’t know how long you’d stood there, gazing at his bicep, studying its strength, imagining it hooked under your knee, or lifting you against a wall, until you heard him speak. “What about you, Princess? You want to make it interesting too?” He was smirking down at you, lust glinting in his eyes.
“Yeah. Let’s make it interesting Mario. What do you want to bet?” You smirked back, tilting your head playfully, your little crown slipping to the side just slightly before you right it.
Mario adjusted his stance, squaring his shoulders and letting you drink in the great size of him, his height, the broadness of his shoulders, the taper of his waist evident even under his overalls, the softness of his belly, grown from a fondness for meatballs and pasta. His strength was tenfold, strong enough, you thought to punch through bricks if he wanted. “If I win, I’m gonna take you out, and you’re gonna let me show you a real good time.”
His words gave you a chill that run up from the base of your spine and made your scalp tingle, leaving you a little breathless. “Yeah? And if I win, then what?” He grinned, placed a wide hand on your ruffled waist “I guess you’ll have to show me a good time.”
You could have left it at that, a flirtation without teeth, but you needed more. “What’s a good time to a guy like you, Mario?” You desperately wanted to know now.
“C’mere, I’ll show ya.” He tugged you down a dark hallway, into the shadows, where the music and the laughter and the voices were dampened by wood paneled walls. Your hand felt small in his and for a moment his thick fingers grazed over your gloved ones, admiring the delicate fabric, how smooth and soft it was, how clean and bright it was, never a smudge of oil, not a single red drip from your glass. They were pure and pretty, just like he liked to think of you, his Princess Peach.
There in the dark he locked you into a kiss, scratched by his mustache and soothed by his tongue, you could only let go and let him take you.Hiking your skirt higher, he nipped at your neck. He kissed wetly along your jaw, and breathed into your ear just as you felt the solid heft of his hard cock come to rest over your clothed cunt. Even under his overalls you could estimate his size. “Is that a pipe in your pocket?” You tease, rolling your hips against him.
Mario hummed. “I’m a plumber, Princess. Lay a lot of pipe. Good at it too.” He continued to kiss you, grunting in frustration at the voluminous skirt keeping him from getting his hands on your ass. “Fabric.” He mutters. “Impractical.” You lean back, smiling at his eagerness and the hunger in his eyes. You gathered the fabric of his very practical overalls at either side of his hips, pulling the material taut over his straining cock. He rocked his hips forward, begging for release. You wondered what he was wearing under there. It would be so easy to find out, just unclip his straps and they'd probably fall to his ankles. Your mouth watered, but senses prevailed and you remembered your wager. “And when I win, Mario? Are you going to let me bring out my pipe?”
You didn’t really expect it would happen. Sure, Bowser loved bouncing on your cock, let you take him all over the castle, begged for it. “Fuck me, Princess, please!” He bellowed. Mario though? For lack of a better term, you never pegged him as one to let a woman dick him down. You fully expected to suck his cock or let him fuck you hard and fast, maybe take your panties as a bonus prize. Here he is though, lips parted, eyebrows furrowed. “That what you want, Peach? You think you can give it to me right?” His voice grew deeper and you knew the surprise was written over your face. “Know I can. I think once you get it you’ll throw every race just to get it again, too.”
That had your opponent groaning and bucking against you, hard and leaking.
You licked your lips, quickly flicked your gaze from his eyes to his lips and back again, and leaned close to let your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Save it for the race, Mario. Better get a good night’s rest.” And with that you slipped back out into the raucous crowd, little crown bobbing along with each step across the room and out he door, gone before he could respond.
•••••
In the dark, warm garage, you found Mario wiping down his kart with a rag, his movements slow and practiced, methodical, buffing until the red paint gleamed, reflecting the moment he saw you standing behind him. He tossed the rag into a bin and smiled, lopsided and a little shy. He shifted his weight and wiped his hands on his pants. “Here to make good on the wager or you want to go double or nothing?”
“I want my prize now, Mario. Unless you’re going to renege.” Your voice was soft and sweet, and as you spoke you closed in, helping yourself to a generous feel of his chest, his biceps, and down his strong forearms before you pulled them around your waist and stood on the tiptoes to reach up for a kiss from his hot and willing lips.
His kiss was searing and deep, you’d like to stay locked with him like this forever, but there was business to attend to first. Deftly, you unsnapped the hooks holding up his dusty overalls, letting them sag low on his hips.
Mario’s head spun. He had given the race his all, determined to bury himself in you to the hilt and fuck you mercilessly until you screamed his name and soaked his cock. He was certain of his victory, but something in the back of his mind gave him pause. A little what if…
And so when you spun the defeated man around, guiding him to lean against the hood of the kart and reaching between his endearingly small ass, you found he was ready for you. Throughout the race, Mario had worn his favorite butt plug, the one that fit with just the right stretch and was adorned with a happy little golden star atop the flared base.
Your heart pounded. He had prepared for you. He knew you were his most formidable opponent and he knew he could very well lose. Your heart sang in your chest. Holding back a delighted giggle, you tugged gently at the plug, making him moan and sigh. You steadied him with a hand on his hips and carefully worked the plug free, tossing it into the bin with the rag, more clean up for later.
From your purse, you fetched a small bottle, laying it on the hood right where Mario could see it, then stepped out of your full, ruffled skirt, revealing that you, too, were prepared. You’d driven to glory with the red and white polka dotted cock resting heavy on your thighs, hidden by your skirt, but urging you to your win, reminding you what awaited. You took the bottle and drizzled the cool green lubricant into your hand. Mario watched, eyes fixed on your strap on. Only closing them when he felt you press one, then two fingers into his tight ass. Gently you stroked him, letting him adjust to you, letting him push back onto your hand with a soft whine.
With every move, his overalls clinked against the side of the vehicle, soon drowned out by his wanton moans and curses. “Fuck, Peach. Fuck, ohh..”
“How’s that feel, baby? That good? Do you need more?”
Mario nodded, swallowing thickly, breathing heavily.
“More. Please.”
You shoved his red shirt up his back and kissed along his spine, easing in a third finger. As he relaxed into your movements you found a rhythm, fucking him with your fingers, praising him, kissing him anywhere you could reach, and taking his big, callused hand when he reached for yours.
When you felt him begin to clench, you pulled away. “No, Mario. You’re not coming yet. Don’t you dare.” You didn't win this race to just finger his asshole. You coated the mushroom head of your silicone cock and nudged it against his warp zone. “You gotta come on my cock. You want that, baby? Want me to fuck you now? Really properly fuck you?”
Again he nodded, and you smacked his ass. “Need to hear you say it, Mario. Do you want my cock?”
“Yes. Yes. Want you to fuck me, Princess. Please. Fuck!”
Desperation looked good on him, but so did euphoria, so you guided your thick, dotted cock into him and watched in awe as the ring of muscle stretched to take you, pulling you in, it seemed. Aided by the generous drizzle of thick, green lube, you rocked into him until your hips were flush with his ass. You stayed there, letting him adjust, head dropped forward, letting the pleasure wash over him.
He felt so full. His cock dripped precome down the gleaming side panel, and he began to move his hips, winding them a little back and then a little forward, slow and steady, “Move for me, Peach. Fuck me. I can take it.”
You increased your pace, fucking his ass a little harder, a little faster, a little deeper, but keeping control. “Doing so good for me, Mario.” You praised. “Look so sexy taking this cock. My pussy is so wet. Do you know what you do to me? Letting me fuck you like this? Taking my pipe?” Your words and praise swirled in his mind and suddenly your hand was around his cock, stroking him, twisting with each pass up his shaft as you buried your cock deep and gave only shipper, pulsing thrusts. “Need you to come for me. Come and I’ll let you eat my pussy.”
His orgasm was instantaneous, thick ropes of spend dripped down the side of his kart, desecrating the shiny finish, but he didn’t care. He slumped forward as you slipped out of him, sated and happy, aching in the best way.
You came back, kissing him again, passing him a clean cloth to clean himself up, thanking him for an invigorating race and an unforgettable night.
Hopping up onto the hood, you laid back, wearing your gloves and crown and nothing else, “You finished first this round, Mario. Now it’s my turn.”
He spread your knees with strong hands, “Let’s a-go!”
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Hello and welcome to the Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2023!
My dear friends and I took on the challenge of pegging many of Pedro boys over the last couple weeks, and I'm here to put them all in a masterlist for you!
I'll be updating it as we get all of the boys who have been... uh... claimed... posted, but also there are a few boys we didn't take on. Feel free to message me about adding your fic to the list!
Thanks to @atinylittlepain, @serenaxpedro, @jksprincess10, @cutesyscreenname, and @beskarandblasters for helping me put this together <3
List below the cut!
Anything For You, Babe by @wannab-urs | Frankie
You and Frankie try something new because he's a simp and he loves you.
Nothing to Hide by @atinylittlepain | Pre-outbreak!Joel
she learns a couple new things about her man over the course of a night.
Non-Disclosure Agreement by @atinylittlepain | Dieter
Something unprofessional keeps them professional.
I’d suffer hell if you tell me what you'd do to me tonight by @serenaxpedro | Post-outbreak!Joel
You knew you could trust Joel with your life, knew he would never judge or betray you. But what if it came to a very particular want of yours? Would he be up for a night of new kind of fun?
New Experience by @jksprincess10 | Javier Peña
A new discovery leads to a new experience for Javier.
Vaya con Dio by @atinylittlepain | Sean "Dio" Morrissey
Dio thinks he's got her all figured out, but she's got a few tricks up her cashmere sleeve.
I Bite Back by @wannab-urs | Max Phillips
Max Phillips is seemingly always in command, always domineering, always on top… except when he’s with you.
Something Different by @beskarandblasters | Din Djarin
You work at a brothel on Coruscant. It was a night just like any other but you wanted to do something different for a change. And you get that when a Mandalorian walks in looking for intel on a bounty.
Office Hours by @cutesyscreenname | Mr. Ben (SNL)
Reader surprises Professor Ben during office hours. And not for lunch.
Appropriate Reactions by @wannab-urs | Ezra (Prospect)
Ezra is stranded without a ship and has nothing to offer you in return for a ride off The Green... So you make a deal.
Gold by @jksprincess10 | Oberyn
Oberyn has given you a beautiful but strange gift, and he wants you to use it on him.
Play by @atinylittlepain | Javi Gutierrez
it's not that kind of play, honey.
Coming Soon:
Marcus Pike - claimed by @atinylittlepain
Dave York claimed by @serenaxpedro
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Happy Pegging!
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attn. pegging enthusiasts
there's a lot of pegging going on in the pedrohood this week.
Joel and Dio by @atinylittlepain
Mando by @beskarandblasters
Oberyn by @jksprincess10
Frankie and Max Phillips by @wannab-urs
Professor Ben by @cutesyscreenname
They'll keep coming so if you're into it keep an eye on their tag
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also please follow @toxicrecs i'm learning how to use side blogs 🤡
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My Dave York (of course) PMAMC 2024 is coming Friday! I’ll be posting at 11pm GMT on Friday 19th January!
Check out all the other amazing submissions under the #PMAMC2024 and #Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024
Thank you to @wannab-urs for herding this horny bunch of cats and making this possible!
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Something new is coming down the Pike
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New experience || Javier P. x reader
Hello friends! This is part of a project with @atinylittlepain (thanks to her for the image as well) @wannab-urs @beskarandblasters @serenaxpedro called “Peg that middle aged man campaign 2023″. Where the point is... to peg every character Pedro played. Please check out their stuff too, they are amazing writers and humans.
Thanks Gin for the image and also the proofreading.
Summary: A new discovery leads to a new experience for Javier.
CW: established relationship, pegging (obviously), anal play, bj, male masturbation, praises, petnames (good boy, baby, etc), humiliation (kinda).
Being Javier’s partner meant you had your fair share of mind-blowing sexual experiences. He was of course the one initiating the discoveries. But sometimes, you’d surprise him.
Javier moaned under you when one of your wet fingers sneaked under his balls to meet the tight spot between his ass cheeks. You stopped in your tracks, letting his hard member fall out of your mouth.
“Oh, you like that, baby?”
He groaned, ashamed of his own reaction. He was used to being the one in control, the one calling the shots. But there he was, moaning under you like a bitch because you sneaked a finger in his butt.
“It doesn’t feel bad.”
“Don’t be ashamed, Javi. Always wanted to fuck that beautiful ass.”
“Keep sucking, hermosa.”
He fisted the messy sheets, almost angrily. You let go of him completely, a teasing smile on your lips.
“No.” You said as you got up to go to the closet of your shared bedroom. You bent down and took a small black box hidden in the closet in your hands.
Annoyed, and dick still hard, Javier straightened up to lit himself a cigarette, while he looked at you, trying to seem disinterested. You opened the box and left it in front of Javier, on the bed.
“What the fuck is that?”
You rolled your eyes and took the hard strap-on in your delicate hands.
“Do you need a drawing, baby? Thought you were the whore here.”
You tied the belt around you, seeing the way Javier swallowed nervously.
“Why do you have this?” Javier asked after a long drag on his cigarette
“You’re not the only womanizer in this relationship, baby.” You winked and crawled on the bed on all fours, getting dangerously closer to him.
His eyes trailed down your body and stayed fixated on the intimidating object between your thighs as he abandoned his cigarette in the ashtray.
“What am I gettin’ out of it, hermosa?”
“Do you not know where your G-Spot is?” You say, your hands caressing his thighs and spreading them. “C’mon Javi… just once. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop. And I’ll never talk about it again.”
“Fine.” He said in defeat.
“I’ll be gentle.” You said, trying to hide your happiness.
“I fucking hope.” Javier grunts through gritted teeth.
Your fingers found the bottle of lube on the bedside table, and you squeezed a generous amount on your fingers. You rubbed your fingers together to warm up the substance. Your index finger went back to its initial spot between your lover’s ass cheeks.
“Open your thighs wider for me baby.” You whispered as you left warm kisses on the golden skin of his chest. “That’s it, good boy.” You said, your finger pumping in and out of him at a slow and soft rhythm.
His golden skin became red under the petname you gave him. You smirked as you looked up at him through your long eyelashes. “You like that? You like being my good boy, Javi?”
He groaned and cursed angrily, while you remained amused. When you felt him stretching easily around you, you added another finger.
“F-fuuuuck.” He fisted the blankets, his back arching under your divine touch.
“Doing so good for me Javi baby…” You praised as your fingers started doing a scissoring motion, opening him up even more. You kept going like this patiently, watching as Javi’s face twisted in pleasure even though he felt himself getting emasculated by each motion of your fingers. You curled your fingers to find his most sensitive spot, and he let out an almost pained moan. You pushed again, smirking, satisfied.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?” You said as your fingers left him empty. He didn’t look at you, almost ashamed. You squeezed some lube on the purple dildo, spreading it evenly on the toy. When he still didn’t respond, your free hand grabbed his curls wet with sweat for him to look at you. “I asked you a question, Javier.”
“Yes… I am.” He said shamefully.
“Good.” You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “On all fours now for me.”
He turned around for you, exposing his perfect ass. Your hands shamelessly caressed the swell of it, before spreading him with one of your hands and holding your silicone cock in the other. You pressed the dildo against the tight hole, guiding it slowly inside. You heard him breathe laboriously under you. When you were filling him up completely, you let him adjust to the size of the toy, leaning down to press soft kisses on his upper back.
“Doing okay? Do we keep going?”
“Yes. Keep going.” Javier breathed out.
“Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” You straightened up and held his hips as you slowly pulled out, leaving the tip in, before filling him up again.
You could tell he was trying to stay silent and not to show you his pleasure by the way the veins on his neck seemed to be on the verge of explosion. But you were determined to make him feel good. You started moving at a steady, slow pace, holding his hips hostage with your delicate hands.
“Do you feel good, baby?” You asked as you set up a deeper and faster pace, hitting the same spot as you did earlier with your fingers. This time, he couldn’t help the moans coming out of his mouth.
“That’s it, good boy, let go for me, Javi…” You said between heavy breaths, the thrusts of your hips showing no sign of stopping. “Touch yourself for me baby.”
He wrapped his strong hand around his cock, pumping himself to the same rhythm as the one you set with your hips. He was slowly coming undone under you, whimpering and fucking his fist. He painted the sheets under him with his spend, and you fucked him through his intense orgasm. You left him a few seconds to breathe, before you pulled out and discarded the strap. Javier couldn’t even look at you as he got up to go to the bathroom.
You watched him struggle to get up, satisfied of your win over the macho Javier Peña.
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Pop Goes The Javi - A Javier Peña One Shot for PMAMC 2024
Written for @wannab-urs Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 - proud to be part of this collection of amazing writers. Check them out for all the Pedro Boys being pegged! 🍑 Also, check out last year's PMAMC 2023 too!
Summary: It’s Javi's birthday and you have the perfect gift for him.
Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)
Word Count: 4.5k-ish
Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”
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Explicit - Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess.
NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.
I write for me and I share with you. If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.
Author’s Note: There's a fair amount of Javi Spanish in this, so I've provided translations at the end of the story. Special thanks to my sweet hermosa @rhoorl for helping me out with this. 🖤
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As the sun dips below the Bogotá skyline, casting a warm, orange glow across the city, the heat coats your skin like a greased balm.
You find yourself nestled into a cosy booth with Javi in a restaurant; the taste of sweet agave and ash lingers on his lips, and his nimble, thick fingers cause a mutiny of tingles to travel across your epidermis as he brushes the tips of them over your thigh.
The flap of his open collar, under his worn in leather jacket, reveals golden bone protrusions that you long to taste again, and it takes you a few moments to realise that you haven't heard a single word he’s said most of the evening as you’ve been fixated on it, until his fingers sweep up to your inner thigh under the table.
“This fucking dress leaves little to the imagination.” He murmurs, planting a kiss on your temple.
“And I assume yours is running amok right now?” You say, leaning further into him.
“Si, cariño.”
“Good. Mission accomplished.” You smile into his mouth.
He licks his tongue into yours as you tug at the soft, creaky lapel on his jacket.
“I think we should go, vamos a casa,” Javi husks into your face with a prudent smirk; a plush bottom lip pouting suggestively under that moustache.
“No, you’ve not had any dessert yet,” you smile, stopping his hand from going any further.
“I plan on having it back at yours,” he says, eyes dropping to your cleavage and then back up to your face.
“I think you’ll like this one better,” you grin as a dessert with a single candle arrives at your table.
The restaurant staff, having been forewarned it’s Javi's birthday, join in singing a lively rendition of Feliz Cumpleaños, much to his chagrin.
You can’t help but giggle at his discomfort, eyeing you with a puckered frown and pink pout, but equally trying not to laugh at your audacity when you clap and sing along enthusiastically with them.
“For the record, I hate birthdays.” Javi mutters, as you pick up the spoon and feed the dulce de leche flan to him. His teeth clash against the metal as he eats it begrudgingly whilst you grin and sparkle at him.
“I think you’ll enjoy this one. You won’t forget it in a hurry.” You muse.
“Mhm.” He retorts with knitted eyebrows.
“I still haven’t given you your present yet.”
“You got me a present? ¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” Javi murmurs under his breath. Then he softens. “If it’s not you in my lap in this dress, then I don’t want it.”
You lean forward, fingers raking through the sweaty curled hairs at the nape of his neck.
“I’m not wearing any underwear…” You tease.
The growl that escapes his lips is heard by the table opposite as they turn quizzically as he feigns clearing his throat.
“We’re going. Right fucking now.” He says, standing. Your eyes are drawn to the obvious bulge straining in his tight jeans at eye level.
A short cab ride to your apartment is spent glued to his lips as your curl yourself around him as close as you physically can. His hand rests dangerously close to the centre of your thighs; the slip of liquid silk from your dress riding up further as his fingers edge closer to the wet heat there.
You soon feel his wandering digits probing brazenly at your slit, sliding the length of them up and down through your drenched lips, making you moan into his hungry mouth on the backseat.
The backs of your thighs stick to the leather as Javi collects the slick pooling at your hole and rubs it onto your clit where he circles languidly with a delicious pressure that makes your skin tighten and crack.
He works two fingers in with slow, intense strokes as he clutches you close to him with his other arm around you, lips buried in the skin at your throat as he sucks it gently into his mouth.
Small, little whines escape you as he builds you up, and it’s not long before you glance at the driver peering at you both through the mirror surreptitiously.
“Ojos en el camino, señor.” Javi instructs with a grizzled bite to his tone as the driver looks away.
He withdraws his fingers smirking as you giggle. He generously tips the driver outside your apartment before pulling you in through the door, latched onto fuzzy lips that want to devour you whole.
He has you pinned up against the door with his hand swimming back under your dress, but you clamp down on his wrist stopping him.
“No. It’s your birthday and I have something I want to give you.” You whisper, stamping a sizzling kiss on his cheek.
“I don’t need anything, but this…” Javi says, stroking lightly against your pussy lips again.
“Please. Just indulge me. No te arrepentirás lo prometo.” You groan, pushing his hand away.
Sighing into your shoulder, Javi allows you to lead him to the bedroom. Kissing feverishly, you unbuckle his jeans; those tight, dark jeans that keep him all snug and shapely as you work your hands over that tight, little ass of his.
You pull away from the kiss, admiring your hands squeezing and lavishing his cheeks slipped down in the back of his jeans. You groan as you knead and squeeze the pliant, bouncy meat of it.
“Is this what you want to do? Feel up my ass?" Javi smirks, the left side of his lip crooking up first.
You shake your head, grinning at him. “No. I want to fuck it.”
Javi baulks. “What?”
"You heard me." You flutter.
He sinks onto the end of the bed, watching as you scurry over to the closet.
“I got you this.” You pull a box out and place it on his lap.
“What is it?” He asks, regarding it as though a bomb might go off in his face at any second.
“It’s your birthday present. Open it.” You say, watching carefully.
He opens it, pulling at the wrapping paper curiously and then sighs when it’s revealed to him.
“Jesus.” He hides the panic in his voice extremely well, but you can see it spreading all over his face.
“Javi, don’t be upset.” You say tentatively.
“I’m not upset, I just…” He looks up at you with those big browns, deep and entrancing, and full of something else; something you’ve never seen before as it picks at you. You worry you've made a mistake.
“We've talked about it. You said you wanted to try it one day."
"I did." He admits in a low tone.
"Do you want to try it tonight?” You probe gently.
“Querida.”
“You know you want to...” You smile enticingly at him.
He glances at you again, that same look and you realise what it is - vulnerability.
“Javi, do you trust me?”
He frowns instantly. “Of course I do, sabes que lo hago.”
“Good. We’ll go as slow as you want.” You confirm, nodding gently.
He stares into the box for a few moments and you can see him gulp. He puts the box on the bed, lights up a cigarette and takes a deep drag.
“Don’t I have to prepare, or something?” Javi asks, his shoulders hunching up through the plume of smoke. “I sound like a fucking idiot. Jesus.”
“I've got lube.” You say, nodding to the box.
He peers in. “Mierda.”
You come and sit beside him as he blows the smoke out away from your face. He slings his arm over your shoulder and you kiss his hand as your fingers entwine.
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Javi. But I think you want to...” You sway. "I'd really like to fuck you on your birthday," you add, whispering.
Javi regards you carefully, those inquisitive eyes latching onto yours and you can see him mulling it over.
He takes another drag on the cigarette, the end burning a bright red in the darkening room.
"You want to fuck me, cariño, hmm?" He says and you can see that lip crooking up again.
"Mmhm." You nod, smirking.
He blows out more smoke. “Alright. Let me shower first, okay? I fucking stink.”
You smile and nod. “Okay.”
When he comes out, a little while later, the room is cast in a soft light from the bedside lamp.
You have the dildo, lube and strap laid out on the bed. You’re sitting there waiting for him, trying not to imagine him derailing this by his own insecurities, when he emerges with a towel loosely wrapped around his svelte waist and dark hair a damp mess.
He’s never looked so fucking good, golden skin shiny with water droplets that sparkle in the light. You can't help but stare and lick your lips.
“Ven aquí,” you hold out your hand and pull him towards you with an entrancing smile. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me to st-”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” Javi growls as he takes your face in his big hands and plants his lips on yours.
He nips on your bottom lip as his hand slides up under your dress to find you soaking for him again. A few brushes against your clit has your thighs spasming, but again you stop him, stepping back and lifting the dress over your head.
You pull the faded towel off of him and turn him so he’s sitting on the bed.
"How do you want me?" Javi asks.
"Just like this," you say.
You kiss all over his tan skin, down his chest and towards the prominent swell of his cock resting against his belly; a small thicket of dark, curled hairs rests at the base, damp from the shower.
He’s already leaking glossy pearls in anticipation as they string onto his skin. You kiss all around his groin, deliberately avoiding his cock as you lay him back.
Parting him by the knees, you smile and stroke the insides of his thighs.
"I want to kiss you."
He nods, pupils already blown and lips parted as he anticipates your every move.
Balls swollen like ripe plums hang heavy over the untouched skin of his taint where you run your tongue first.
The soft snuffles from his nose indicate that he likes it, and you lick under his sack, sucking one of them into your mouth gently as he hisses in response.
Trailing your mouth and planting kisses, you push his legs wider and he moans out as you find his dark, little hole and begin to wiggle the tip of your tongue over it.
Catching him by surprise, apparent from the shock in his voice, Javi's tone shifts to a higher pitch as you lick around the pink pucker of his ass.
“Fuck,” is all he can but utter on a choked whisper as you tongue him there.
Teasing, licking and smooching around the most intimate part of him, a part that he’s never revealed so brazenly to anyone else before; you can tell by the way he’s all coiled up, fists clenched and back taut and rigid. Trying to relax into it, but feeling out of sorts at the same time as these new sensations flood over him.
He'd said he'd wanted to try it, was curious about the appeal, when you'd both opened up to each other about your fantasies.
You'd asked if he would try with you and he'd said yes, as he kissed you moaning into your mouth, and harder than he'd ever been at the idea.
Equally, you'd thought about nothing else since, planning on making it perfect for him.
Well, there was no perfect time than his birthday and it solved the conundrum of what to get him as a gift.
You flick your tongue over his hole, back and forth, back and forth, as he shudders. You can feel a little contraction as you push in the tip, a slight hesitation, as he grunts out.
But Javi grabs his cock and begins stroking it while gritting his teeth. His breathy groans turn into heated growls as you continue to lick and explore his ass with your tongue, readying him up for what’s to come.
You glance up at him, head craned back in the pillow and slack mouth open, and you know you won’t get that image out of your head for a while; it’s burned into it like a firebrand on raw cattle hide.
He looks fucking exquisite, paused in his own pleasure. His eyes catch yours when you stop, taking this moment to indulge.
“You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?” He questions looking down at you looking at him, as you kiss around his little, pink rim again.
“Maybe.” You smirk. “But you are too, admit it. You like it.”
"I do." He nods with a content snuffle.
You reach for the lube, squeezing a little out and running the smooth silk of it over his hole. He hisses, lips curling back over his teeth, with the coolness of it and you rub your finger over his hole; around in teasing, slow circles, gently increasing the pressing until the tip of your finger slips in.
“Mmm,” he grunts. But you can feel him resisting as it pops out again.
“Relax for me, Javi.” You pat his stomach reassuringly.
You push again when he breathes out and your finger slips in, past the tip and proximal phalanx. You pull back and watch his face; eyes still closed and biting down on his full bottom lip.
His large hands twist at the sheets, gripping so tight they could tear. You pump gently, pushing further in each time and plant kisses on his thigh that twitches.
“You’re doing so good,” you encourage, your mouth running up his thigh as you push your finger deeper with each pump, twisting and curling it until his whines become a strained gasp when you find that delicious, untouched spot.
“Fuh…” Javi husks in a strangled moan.
“That’s the spot huh?” You smile.
“Oh, fuck yes.” He pants as you stroke against it with a little more pressure. "Shit, that's..." He trails off, distracted by how damn good it feels.
His legs jerk as you rub against his spot and his cock literally pulses in response.
"Do that again."
"Are you begging me for more already, Agent Peña?" You grin as you stroke against him some more.
He looks drunk, eyes glazed over as he nods lazily, trying not to grin himself.
“Shall we try the strap?” You entice gently pulling your finger out.
He sits up on his elbows. “If we’re doing this… I-” The look on his face is a mixture of hesitation and fear despite the wild dilating of his eyes turning them into tar pools.
“Why don't you ride me?” You encourage with a nod. “You can control the depth.”
“Jesus Christ…” Javi blushes almost immediately, a heated flush creeping to the tips of his ears.
“If you don’t like it we can stop, okay?” You confirm, reaching for the dildo and strap. “But I think you’re really going to like it,” you smile.
“It’s small.” Javi says, sitting up fully as you belt it on, and you're not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed.
“Well, your ass is small.” You confirm taking a handful of his pert, little butt. “If you like it we can work up to a bigger one.”
You squeeze lube all over the dildo and look up at him as you lay back on the bed, head propped up on the pillows.
"Come here and kiss me, Javi."
He straddles you, leaning down to plant his lips on yours, and you can tell he’s nervous. You angle the silicone cock between you, as it brushes against the crack of his ass.
The veins in his neck swell, his teeth grinding as he feels it nestle between his cheeks, sticky and wet against his hole.
You hold onto his hips, stroking over the creases in his inner thighs. He looks down at you, eyes deep and trusting, lips red and swollen like the end of his dick.
Big browns melting into you like chocolate.
“Estas listo?” You ask.
“No,” he sighs with a slight crook of his lip and then chuckles.
"Go slowly," you say.
He rocks back and forth gently, your hand clasps softly around his stiff cock, stroking as it glides in and out of your hand effortlessly with the remaining lube around your fingers.
You can feel him tentatively getting comfortable, the head of the dildo rubbing at his wet hole as he braves himself each time to push back that bit further onto it.
He breathes out, relaxing, or trying to relax as best as he can.
Javi stops, freezing, just as it pushes through the rim and gasps. “Fuck, fuck…”
“Slowly,” you ease again, your hand squeezing his thigh, rubbing gently.
You’re tempted to buck up a little, help him through the initial pinching through the sphincters - you know he’ll be clenching.
But you also know he needs the control right now. He needs you to let him do it himself.
“I promise it’ll feel so good,” you say, jerking his cock a little harder. “Just relax.”
“I can’t relax when you’re doing that to my cock, fuck…” Javi groans.
“I can stop-"
“No, no pares… feels so good.”
His fists press into the pillow either side of your head as he leans forward to drape kisses on your mouth and pelts your eyelashes with hot, tempered breaths. "You're fucking killing me, baby." He whispers.
"That's it, let it in. Fuck my cock, Javi. Just like that."
“Mm, shit…” he gasps as he lets his hips sink. “Bésame,” he says, pushing his lips against yours again.
You slip your tongue in his mouth as he whines, gasping as he breaks through.
He slowly builds a momentum, one that steals his words and breath entirely as his grazed chin runs against your jaw. His cock slides into your palm further as he winds his hips.
“Sit back, Javi. Let it fill you up.”
You put your hands on his thighs and push him backwards gently as he steadies himself upright.
You raise both your knees up and it pushes the dildo further into his ass.
“Fuck… Querida!” He pants, forehead and clavicle shiny with that sheen of sweat already as the room is engulfed with heat.
“That feel good?” You ask, smiling at him.
God, he looks so fucking gorgeous on top of you right now. Face and chest flushed pink and glowing in the light.
“Si, así, que bien se siente… Fuck!”
“A little shift in position got you all fucked up, hmm?” You grin.
“Fuck…” It’s all he can say as he works.
You grip round his slippery, fat cock tighter, feeling it pulse against your palm like it has a spine of its own.
“You’re cute when you ride me.”
“Shut up.” He grunts, blushing harder.
“I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Like what?” He gasps.
“Shy.”
“Shut up.” He tries not to smirk under his moustache, but it’s fruitless. It pours out of his mouth like liquid gold dripping onto your tits.
“You look so good, Javi. So fucking gorgeous.” He always does when he's on top giving it to you, but now you're giving it to him, and it's exquisite to watch him him take it all.
He leans forward again, kissing over your nose, making you smile as he works his hips a little faster on the end of your cock. “Querida, it feels-”
“Tell me.”
“It feels really good.” He grunts. “No puedo creer lo bien que se siente…”
“Told you you’d like it.” You giggle. You raise your hips again and he shudders.
“Ah, fuck.”
“Your cock is so hard, Javi.” You say feeling it throb more in your fist. “You really like this, don’t you? You like me fucking your tight little ass, hmm?”
He doesn’t answer, but the look he gives you confirms it. He’s utterly beside it all, cracked open and split in half; a vacant, glassy look in his eyes. Drunk on silicone cock and drooling for more.
"Such a cock slut, aren't you?"
"Hey!" He growls and you giggle again as he pants and whines.
He doesn't know what to do with himself, his large hands keep coming to your face and then to his hips, and back to your face again as he works and grinds. You’ve got him spun, in a tizz.
Javier Peña is a quivering wreck in front of you, on top of you, riding you.
It’s feels so fucking good he can’t think straight.
You can only imagine what he’ll be like when you eventually get him face down into the mattress and fuck the shit out of his cute little ass.
The thought makes that hot spark flash down your spine and fizz on the end of your clit. You clench around nothing as you fuck up into him some more.
He’s shaking, you can hear it in his voice, those shudders rolling waves on his smoky breath that dislodge from the back cavity of his throat and tumble into your face, all warm and exposed as they peel open.
“Mmm… mmm.” They flow out of his mouth as jumbled whimpers; little rattled grazes of pleasure between gritted teeth that plead for more and cower in the corner behind terrified eye sockets.
You lean up planting kisses over the smooth crest of his sternum, tasting the salt brine that slicks across it mixing with sweet remnants of your own mango shower gel.
You feel one of his hands supporting the back of your head, combing through your hair as you suck his feverish skin into your mouth.
“Still feel good?” You query, looking up at him.
Javi nods, unable to speak and you decide to thrust up into him that bit deeper.
“Fuck!” He whines loudly, his head snapping back.
You stroke his cock harder, wet and rock solid in your hand as you pump. His whole body shakes now, moving in tandem with you.
“Are you gonna come soon, Javi?”
“Fuck… yeah…” he whispers raggedly. "Si, si..."
He pulls you up a little closer to him. Just his hips move, his cock crushed between the two of you now as he cradles you close, slicking between your stomachs as he grinds his ass deep on the dildo.
“Oh fuck!” He growls louder, more unrestrained.
“Yeah. That’s it.” You enthuse.
He takes his cock, jerking it hard; sitting fully upright as his hips swivel around on the dildo stuffed tight in his ass.
“Come for me, Javi.” You urge him, reaching up to stroke his chest. "Come all over me."
You buck up into him again, holding onto his shoulders, weighing him down on the dildo, noticing he’s stopped moving, and then he utterly loses it.
The tip of his cock pulses and squirts thick, pearly ribbons of come from it, splashing over your breasts.
He grunts with the strain, the pleasure coursing through his body at breakneck speed, flooding him. It feels like electricity in his bones, water filling in his lungs.
“Fuck, fuck… fuck!” He pants. A small, breathy chuckle escapes him as he ejaculates; his cock continuing to leak all over his hand and you keep going, pushing up into him as he explodes.
You kiss him delicately, pecking and licking at his lips.
“Mmm shit,” he murmurs against you.
You buck up again, fucking him that little bit harder as he keeps fucking his fist.
“You’re not done yet, Javi.”
There’s so much of it spilling out of him onto your chest as the dildo rubs against the place deep inside of him that makes him boneless putty in your arms.
“Q-querida.” He stammers out.
“Mmhmm?”
“Fuck.”
“Feel good?”
“Yeah!” He puffs.
“You coming again?”
“I don't think I've stopped... Jesus fucking Christ!”
"You feel so good, Javi." You praise as he whines and whimpers endlessly.
He flops forward, his body trembling.
“Do you think you can take it a little bigger next time?”
“Mmm, fuck… next time? I… shit.” He can’t even think about next time, he’s still reeling from this time.
“You don’t want to?”
“No I do… no te detengas… I really fucking do.” He’s gasping now, babbling almost in a mix of clumsy Spanish and English as he tries to get his thoughts straight.
He doesn’t want it to end. His hand is a sticky mess, warm and full of his spend that keeps leaking from him.
You giggle as he pushes his forehead against yours, the sweat slipping across it as he breathes out. He can barely keep himself upright.
“Can I fuck you a bit harder?” You ask.
“Que?”
"I wanna fuck you. From behind."
"Si..."
“On your hands and knees, baby.” You smirk at him as you kneel up between his legs as he gets into position.
You squirt some more lube over the dildo and push it gently against his stretched little hole. It squelches as you slide in easily and he hums out in keen want.
You hold onto his cheeks, squeezing as you thrust your hips forward gently, sliding the dildo in with ease as he’s open and relaxed; nice and deep, and his groans shake the walls.
His hand comes over his mouth as though he’s in shock at the noises he just made.
“Let it out, baby.” You say. “I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Javi.”
“Mmm-mmm-mmm-fuck-fuck!” He faceplants into the pillow, back arching in a way you’ve never seen him flex before.
You see him push back, chasing your cock as you withdraw and plunge in.
“You can’t get enough, can you?” You snicker.
He doesn’t answer, but you know that he wants more; know that he’s close to breaking point again as you fuck him harder. The slick pops of the dildo in and out of his ass fill your ears alongside his moans and growls.
He takes you well, takes you that bit harder as you fuck with determined resilience, your hips snapping into him now.
You’ll know he’ll stop you if it’s too much, you remind him to, but the way he’s growling and panting tells you he never wants you to stop.
“Querida, don’t… I… shit. Fuck!” He pants. “I can’t believe you’re fucking inside me, no puedo creerlo.”
Javi whines, long and low as you grind a little more frantically now, fuck him deeper as he twists at the sheets, grinds on his teeth until they’re worn down to flat stumps in his gums.
“Come for me, Javier.” You press.
His cock still hasn’t fully recovered yet, still half hard, but it doesn’t matter, another creamy load starts to leak from it as you grind up agaisnt that sweet spot inside him, spurting thick globs across the sheets below him.
And he can’t quite believe it.
“There we go.” You praise as you watch Javi shatter into pieces for the second time.
You lean over him, kissing his clammy back gently. "You okay?" You whisper in his ear.
He nods, turning to catch your lips on his his. You pull out of him slowly and gently, discarding the strap-on across the messed up bed and nuzzle into him as he collapses on his back.
He welcomes you in with open, trembling arms, sticky with sweat and come. You feel it smear across your stomach as you get comfy, gluing yourself to him.
“Fuck,” Javi whimpers into your hairline, a shaky kiss pasted there.
“How do you feel?” You ask, fingers stroking over his cut jaw.
He sighs out. “Like... I need about fifty cigarettes.” Javi chuckles, his chest rumbling under you. "Shit."
"You liked it?"
"Si, very much so." He squeezes you in his arms.
“So, do you still hate birthdays?” You query with a smirk after a few minutes of listening to his heartbeat regain its regular pace.
The heat in the room is still stifling and you stick further to him.
Javi chuckles, shaking his head with some slack wonderment. “Sin comentarios.”
“I’ll take that as a no,” you confirm with a grin, nuzzling into him. “Feliz cumpleaños, Javi.”
"Gracias, querida."
JAVI SPANISH:
Si, cariño - Yes, baby/darling
Vamos a casa - Let's go home
Feliz Cumpleaños - Happy Birthday
¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?
Ojos en el camino, señor - Keep your eyes on the road, sir
No te arrepentirás lo prometo - You won't regret it, I promise
Querida - Dear/baby/darling
Sabes que lo hago - You know I do
Mierda - Shit
Ven aquí - Come here
Estas listo? - Are you ready?
No, no pares - No, don't stop
Bésame - Kiss me
Si, así, que bien se siente - Yes, it feels so good
No puedo creer lo bien que se siente - I can't believe how good it feels
No te detengas - Don't stop
Que? - What?
No puedo creerlo - I can't believe it
Sin comentarios - No comment
Gracias, querida - Thank you, darling
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self recs welcome!
(this last one exists because P-boy pegging fics seem to pop up for me all the time now, with great thanks to events like the Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign)
Recommend a fic in the comments below, DM me, or shoot me an ask. Or, you can tag me! Feel free to tag me as and when you post, or slip me an @ in the comment section of a fic you think fits the bill.
And if you want to write some butt stuff just for me? Well, that's just peachy, and I might just love you forever.
I almost called this The Buttening, or a Buttstravaganza, but didn't want to be too weird.
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On One Knee, On Two Knees
Fiancé!Frankie Morales x Fiancée!Reader
Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 Masterlist
Main Masterlist | Frankie Morales Masterlist
Author’s note: Here’s my entry for the Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024!!! Hope y���all like it (｡♥‿♥｡)
Summary: You’ve always told yourself that the day you get engaged you’re going to peg your fiancé. When your boyfriend Frankie proposes to you unexpectedly, he of course complies to your wishes.
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, f!reader, y’all get engaged, anal fingering, handjob, pegging, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, Frankie is a Good Boy™, no use of y/n
Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs
It’s the day you’ve been waiting for for a long time; your boyfriend Frankie, is proposing to you. It’s a simple proposal, just like you’ve always wanted. You were curled up on the couch together, watching your favorite TV shows. Frankie never planned for it to happen like this. But in that moment he realized that this is what he wants most in his life; simple moments with you.
He wiggled his arm out from underneath you, lifting himself off the couch and saying, “I’ll be right back… I just have to go to the bathroom.”
The truth is, he didn’t. He was going to fetch the ring buried in his sock drawer. God, he was so nervous, hands shaking as he clasped the small box in his hands. He walked back over to the couch, standing in front of the TV. Before you could tease him about getting out of the way, he grabbed the remote and paused whatever was playing. This brings us to the present, with Frankie kneeling on one knee and getting choked up during his speech.
“Mi amor, you make the happiest man alive,” he starts, moving his hand from behind his back and revealing the box.
You gasp, eyes widening at the black velvet box in his hand. You’ve talked about getting engaged in the past but you didn’t think it would happen now, right here in your living room.
“Francisco, I-”
“I mean it. You’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. It’s always been you and it will always be you. Please, mi amor, will you marry me?” he says, opening the box to reveal your engagement ring, the exact stone and metal you wanted. Your sweet boy, always listening to your wants and needs so well.
“Yes, Francisco! A million times yes!” you say, leaning forward and cupping his face with your hands. You kiss him; a needy, passionate celebratory kiss. He pulls your left hand from his face, slipping the ring on your finger. He sits beside you on the couch and pulls you into him, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?” you whisper back, a smile evident in your voice.
“Did you think I was gonna say no?” you tease, pulling back and smirking at him.
“I was nervous okay!!” he says, pulling you back into him.
You chuckle and let him hold you, just enjoying each other’s company. You spend the rest of the night cuddling on the couch, continuing your TV marathon, and telling your friends and family the big news. The excitement and adrenaline in your stomach never die down, instead, it only grows. Because not only are you engaged now, but you get to try something you’ve been dying to try– pegging. When you and Frankie first talked about getting engaged you told him that you promised yourself that on the day you got engaged, you would peg your fiancé.
“Any specific reason why?” he asked.
“It's just kinda funny, I guess. You know… You’re on one knee earlier in the day and then you’re on two knees later.”
“Oh, okay. I get it. I guess…”
“You’ll do it?”
“I’ll try anything for you, mi amor.”
That was a few months ago and tonight it’s all about to go down. Once it gets late you retreat to the bedroom. Before the two of you get into bed you ask, “Sooo… Do you know what tonight means?”
“I do,” he says.
You crouch down in front of your nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out the strap-on you bought shortly after Frankie agreed to your wishes (pink in color). You grab the bottle of lube, too, setting both items on the bed and rising from the floor. To your surprise, Frankie’s already getting undressed. For someone who seemed so nervous about the idea a few months ago, he sure seems enthusiastic about it now.
“Excited?” you ask.
“Maybe…”
“You can tell me if you’re excited, Frankie. You know I am your fiancée now,” you tease, holding up your hand and wiggling your fingers.
“Fine! I’m excited, okay? I’ve never done something like this but I’m glad it’s with you.”
“I’m glad,” you say, “But I need you to bend over for me,” you continue, walking over to his side of the bed.
He complies, getting on the bed and resting on all fours. You get undressed and slip on the strap-on, crawling onto the bed. But you can’t go to town just yet. You have to warm him up first. You squeeze the bottle of lube over your fingers, getting them nice and slick. One of your hands cups his asscheek and the other hand moves towards his hole, fingers ghosting the tight skin. You slowly slide a finger in, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.
“Relax for me, Francisco,” you coo. He nods, releasing some of the tension he’s holding onto. You curl your finger, hitting the spot that makes him melt in your hands.
“You want more?” you tease.
“Please,” he whimpers.
You comply, slowly adding another finger. You pull your hand away from his asscheek and spit in it, wrapping your arm around his body and grabbing his cock. He lets out another sharp gasp.
“At the same time?” he says.
“Not if it’s too much,” you say, beginning to remove your hang from his cock.
“No! Please don’t stop,” he whines.
“Got it,” you tease, gripping his cock again and beginning to stroke it. The fingers in his ass curl, bringing him closer to the edge. All while your other hand works on his cock. You feel his pre-cum leak from the tip and move down his shaft, making your job a little easier. He gasps and moans grow louder as you stimulate him both ways, his legs shaking beneath him. But just as he’s about to cum, you pull your hand away from his cock, much to his chagrin.
“What?” he whimpers.
“Not so fast,” you say, grabbing the bottle of lube with your free hand. You slather it on the obnoxiously pink dildo, slowly removing your fingers from his ass while you do so.
“You ready?” you ask, aligning the strap-on with his hole.
“Mhm,” he says, his voice breathless and full of anticipation.
You hook your hands on his hips, sliding into him slowly. Once he’s completely full he lets out an, “Oh fuck”.
“Is that a good “Oh fuck”?” you ask.
“Yes. Please move,” he whimpers.
You oblige and begin thrusting in and out of him. Your hips slap against his ass with every thrust, filling up your bedroom with the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.
“You’re doing so well for me, Francisco. Taking my cock so well.”
“R-Really?” he moans.
“Mhm. Doing so good for me, baby.”
He can only respond in the form of moans. You’d give anything to see his face right now but you also love the sight of him on his knees; on all fours. You feel his knees buckle underneath him as his orgasm is on the edge.
“Gonna cum for me, Francisco?”
“C-Can I, mi amor?”
“Mhm. Be a good boy and cum for me.”
That sends him over the edge. You feel his body shudder against you as his orgasm washes over him. He let out moans and curse words over and over again like a prayer as your hips collide with his ass relentlessly. When he’s done riding out his high, you pull out of him, letting him collapse on the bed. His body’s still shaking as you move off the bed to slip off the strap-on.
“Flip over,” you say as his head turns towards you, letting you finally see his blissful expression.
He complies, rolling over on his back. His cock is still hard and springing upright. You get on the bed again, straddling his broad form. He picks up on what you’re about to do and says, “Mi amor, you’re too good to me.” The last word finishes with a moan as you sink down onto his cock.
You rest your hands on his chest, getting a good look at your shiny engagement ring against his slicked with sweat skin. He follows your line of sight, resting his hand atop yours and squeezing it.
“I love you,” he says, the look on his face like he’s in heaven as you rock your hips back and forth.
“I love you,” you repeat, stars dancing in your vision as his cock buries itself deeper inside you. Between the rush of dominating him earlier and the true love you hold for him, you’re at the brink of orgasm. He can feel it, the way you tighten around his cock.
“Cum for me now, mi amor,” he says, squeezing your hand again.
With one last grind of your hips, you come undone around him, walls pulsating and gripping his cock. He cums, too, in a chain reaction caused by your orgasm. Both of you let out a powerful moan as you come down from your own highs. Once you’re done, you pull yourself off of him, lying beside him. He pulls you into his chest, both of you still panting and your bodies glistening with a layer of sweat.
“Did you like that?” you ask.
“What part?”
“Well, the pegging, but I guess all of it, too.”
“It was all so good. But I’m glad I tried that with you. I don't think I could ever do that with anyone else.”
“Me neither,” you sigh, feeling sleep creep over you.
“I love you, mi amor,” Frankie says, kissing the top of your head.
“I love you, too, Francisco.”
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The Bet
Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"
Word count-2.7k
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), pegging, anal, switching, oral (f receiving), overstim, slight roughness, established relationship and safe words, praise, no use of y/n
Notes- For Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign! This was very fun to write and also a challenge to make it in character and believable for Veracruz! But I think I accomplished that and I'm very happy with how this turned out! Enjoy!
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“Relax, Comandante,” you cooed.
Veracruz only growled as he gritted his teeth.
You smirked, “I thought you were a man of your word, V.”
“Yes, cariño,” he grumbled. It was a bet he never thought he would lose… and he lost, putting him on his knees in front of you. He never thought he would find himself in this situation, which is why he took the bet in the first place. He thought it was a sure thing for him. Yet his pride couldn’t deny you your winnings. And he also couldn’t help but notice you were a little too excited to be able to do this to him.
“Trust me, V,” you whispered softly as you pulled your fingers out of Veracruz. You had spent extra time working him open, making sure he was ready for your strap. You had asked how he wanted to position himself, and he chose to be on his hands and knees. As much as you would have liked for your comandante to lay on his back so you could see his face, you understood that this was a lot for him. It was vulnerable enough for Veracruz to even allow you to fuck his ass, and you couldn’t ask any more of him.
He groaned as he felt you position yourself at his entrance. Veracruz closed his eyes and hisses as he felt the unfamiliar stretch of something new. You worked slowly, just pushing the tip of your strap into his entrance as you watched every muscle in your comandante’s body tighten. It was a role reversal you never thought would happen, and so many thoughts and emotions ran through you as you inched the toy deeper and deeper into him.
Caressing his body to try and ease the momentarily discomfort, you leaned forward and murmured in his ear, throwing a few familiar of the comandante’s words back at him, “You know the word if you need it.”
Veracruz groaned, “I think,” he gasped as you pushed the strap more into him, “You are enjoying this a little too much, cariño.”
You only huffed, hiding the smirk from his gaze as he dropped his face onto the mattress. Truthfully, you were enjoying this, but not for the reason Veracruz’s assumed. This was because you wanted to know he would trust you in the same way you trusted him. You placed your body in his hands almost nightly now, and some of the things you both enjoyed doing required that level of care. With this reversal, he told you that he was as safe with you as you were with him.
And it meant more than words could express to you.
Veracruz grunted as your hips met his, the warmth of your skin contrasting the coolness of the strap that entered him. You stilled yourself for a moment to allow him to adjust, and you ran your hands along the bare skin of his ass and thighs as you waited.
“Move, cariño,” he ordered through gritted teeth.
“I thought I was in charge right now, V,” you quipped back.
He rolled his eyes as he adjusted his position to be more comfortable, “You are enjoying this way too much, cariño,” Veracruz replied in a sure tone.
In response, you rocked your hips back just slightly and then thrust forward again, eliciting a groan from his lips. You let out a whine of your own at the sound he made and repeated the motion. Running your hands across his back, you started to pick up your pace, mesmerized by the way the toy disappeared inside of your comandante over and over again.
Veracruz’s groans filled the room as he surrendered himself to you. It was the last position he thought he would find himself in, yet he couldn’t find any complaints. With every thrust, his resolve crumbled more, and his eyes rolled back every time the strap was fully sheathed inside of him. You moaned softly as you thrust your hips harder, mimicking the way he always fucked you.
As you pumped your strap in and out of him in a slow yet harsh rhythm, Veracruz realized something: you genuinely wanted this to feel good for him. This wasn’t any sort of payback for how hard he liked to fuck you. No, you wanted him to enjoy this. And he could tell you were enjoying yourself by the way you moaned softly, even with nothing inside you and the only stimulation on your clit being when you thrust fully inside him.
With that realization, Veracruz let out the most obscene sound he ever made in his life. He wasn’t even sure where it came from, but he felt overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotions that crashed through him as you fucked him. And it only heightened when you reached around and wrapped your hand around his cock.
“That’s it V,” you purred as you listened to the chorus of sounds he let out.
Skin slapped against skin as you rocked your hips back and forth, driving the strap deep inside Veracruz every time. He groaned as tingles of pleasure ran up his spine with every thrust of your hips, and a string of curses flowed from his lips.
“That’s my strong, Comandante,” you encouraged him while you pumped his cock faster, squeezing every spot you knew he liked. Because as well as he knew your body, you also knew his. You knew what drove him crazy, you knew exactly where to squeeze to make his eyes roll back in his head.
“Fuck… Cariño…” Veracruz growled as he felt his climax quickly approach.
But when you murmured his real name in his ear, the comandante lost it. As you drove the strap as deep as you possibly could, squeezing his cock and rubbing the trip with your thumb at the same time, he exploded. With a loud growl, Veracruz came hard, splashing the sheets below him as well as his own chest with his seed. His arms and legs trembled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into him, giving him the strongest orgasm of his life.
Veracruz’s mind went blank, something that never happens to him. You kept up your pace, working him through his climax with soft coos of encouragement until he collapsed down onto the bed.
He flopped forward with an exasperated sigh, pulling your strap out of him in the process. Veracruz grunted as he laid on his stomach in his own release, taking deep breaths to slow his pounding heart. From behind him, he heard you shuffle as you took off the strap before you laid down next to him.
“V?” you whispered as you brushed a lock of hair off the side of his face, “Are you alright?” you asked, “You good?”
He groaned as he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. He never allowed himself to be vulnerable with anyone like that before, but it made him realize something else. Veracruz truly understood what it took for you to be so vulnerable with him. He knew it wasn’t weakness that you showed by submitting yourself to his whims. And he also knew that you didn’t think him weak for submitting himself to you now. In fact, you both knew it was the opposite.
Burying his feelings down, Veracruz grumbled as he flipped himself over onto his back and reached out for you. You let out a squeal of surprise at his sudden burst of strength and suddenly found yourself on top of him. Veracruz looked up at you for a moment as you straddled his waist. For a moment, both of you froze.
The heat in the room stabbed at both of your bare-skinned bodies, yet it didn’t bother either of you. Heavy breaths filled the air between you as you looked at each other in silence. Your chests rose and fell with each breath, exhaling in a heavy sigh each time. Neither you nor Veracruz communicated through words what you were feeling, but you knew from the look in each of your eyes what you were thinking. It was how it worked between the two of you- more action than words.
Veracruz was the first to move, the first to go into action again. He grabbed you and yanked you down, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. You moaned into him as you rested your hands on his chest, gently kneading his pecs while you tasted him on your tongue. Veracruz’s hands roamed all over your body, caressing and squeezing your sides, your ass, your breasts…
“Ven aquí, cariño,” Veracruz groaned against your lips as his hands landed on your ass. He gripped it firmly, causing you to moan before you realized he was pushing you upwards, “Arriba,” he commanded.
Swallowing hard, you nodded before you shuffled yourself up his body. Feeling bold, you paused when your pussy reached his chest, and you decided to lower yourself for a moment, grazing yourself along his skin. You whimpered softly as the heat from his chest warmed you from your core, and you felt the way his eyes bore into you as his gaze pointed. As he watched you rock yourself along his chest, he growled, causing you to gasp as you clit rubbed against his skin.
“You think you are cute, cariño?” Veracruz smirked. His eyes gave him away though- he was enjoying the little show you put on.
And you knew his tell by now, “You like it,” you whispered. A statement. You were feeling bold after he allowed you to fuck his ass. Leaning forward, you hovered your lips over his, teasing him. Yes, you were enjoying this… but so was he.
Veracruz smacked your ass hard in response, jolting you forward and crashing your lips into his. Veracruz took your lips possessively, kissing you deeply. His tongue immediately darted past your lips so he could taste you. Veracruz swallowed the moan you let out as he savored you and ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing your body with his calloused hands and making you moan more.
As he broke away from the kiss, Veracruz could see how your pussy glistened from the way you rode his chest, but there was something else he wanted you to ride. “Come here,” he growled as he tugged at your body, urging you to shimmy your way to his face faster.
Just as you were about to come back with a smart response, you reached his face with your knees framing his head. Veracruz wasted no time, and the moment your pussy was close enough, his mouth was on it. You cried out at the sudden harsh stimulation, almost forgetting about your own need while you fucked your comandante with the strap. Now you understood how he could go so long, making you cum over and over again before he even thought about his own release.
But the sensations hit you like a freight train. Veracruz lapped at your folds, licking and sucking at your clit with fervor. You immediately lost the strength in your arms and you collapsed down onto your elbows as you swam in pleasure. Your legs trembled on either side of Veracruz’ face as the sounds of his slurping echoed.
“Fuck… V…” you whined as you felt your skin tingle.
Your climax hit without warning and you came hard, gushing onto his face. You thought you were going to fully flop down onto your stomach, but Veracruz’ strong grip kept your hips up over his face. And he didn’t let up even as your orgasm subsided.
Gripping the sheets, you knew he wasn’t finished with you yet. And you knew this was revenge for fucking his ass. Yet it didn’t feel like revenge as your second climax hit right behind the frist, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.
“V…” you moaned as you dropped your head down, muffling your screams as you bit the sheets.
He squeezed your ass in response before his hands ran down your thighs and slapped them. Veracruz paused for a moment, giving you the choice you always had: say your word and end it all or keep going. Because no matter how much he took control, ultimately, it was always up to you whether you took what he gave you or not. It was always your choice. Just like it was his to give it to you. Just like it was his to let you fuck his ass.
You whimpered into the mattress, but said nothing, and the comandante took it as his que to continue. He started back with his tongue on your clit just as harshly as before, not letting up even though you’d cum twice already.
“Fuck! Comandante!” you screamed as you lifted your head to breathe. Even while he was below you, Veracruz was in completely control, not letting you go until he was satisfied.
Veracruz groaned into you as the taste of you drove him wild. So wild in fact that his cock hardened again despite how hard he came. Part of him thought he miscalculated in not having you face the other way so he could fuck your face while he devoured you, but he wasn’t going to break away from you now.
Instead, Veracruz let one hand off of you to pump his own cock while his tongue ran up and down your folds. He growled into you as his cock felt sore, just as your cunt did. But he was too lost in the moment to care.
Faintly, you heard the slick sound of Veracruz pumping his own cock over your moans, and it sent a pulse right to your pussy. You cried out loudly as he hummed into you, pushing you close to the edge once more.
“V…” you whimpered before you came for the third time, gushing so hard you heard the trickling of you release into his skin.
It only made Vercaruz more turned on as he pumped his cock harder. And yet, he still didn’t release your pussy from his mouth, and he kept working at your overly sensitive clit until you came one last time with a soft whimper. Your legs trembled on either side of his head as you fought to keep your knees from collapsing.
And that was when the comandante came again, groaning into you as he splashing himself once more.
Exhausted, both you and Veracruz couldn’t keep yourself up any longer and with a gasp you both flopped down. You lunged forward onto your stomach and his arms flopped to his sides. Heavy breathing filled the room again as you both recovered. Sweat and cum glistened over both your bodies as the smell of sex permeated the room.
Veracruz was the first to move once more, pushing himself up to lay next to you, “Cariño…” he murmured as he rolled you onto your side and tucked you into his embrace.
You sighed contently as you laid on his chest, taking a deep breath, “I’m alright,” you whispered as you savored the way he cradled your body. You stayed like that for several moments before your brain caught up to you, “Wait, shouldn’t I be taking care of you tonight after…?”
He let out a short snort, “You already did, cariño,” he told you.
You hummed with a smile on your face as you listened to the sound of his heart and traced random patterns on his chest, “I think you enjoyed yourself, Comandante,” you broke the silence.
Veracruz huffed, “You do taste good, cariño.” He knew exactly what you meant, and he knew you knew that. You chose not to challenge it though and just left it alone. You knew in his own way, he said what you wanted to know.
Together, the two of you laid on the bed, both too exhausted to care about the sticky mess that covered both your bodies. His arms stayed tightly around you, holding you close as both your heart beats slowly returned to normal. That was until Veracruz broke the silence with a low voice.
“I would not be opposed to trying that again, cariño.”
You smirked in satisfaction against his chest.
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Aquamarine
Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x reader x Benny Miller
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI. 🏳️🌈 Characters are bi as fuck. 💖💜💙
Summary: Ezra has enjoyed being pegged by you from day one. When Benny comes over, a lazy afternoon takes an interesting turn. Things are said, orders are being followed, two of you might be to blame for Benny's ruined jeans, and that lovely turquoise strap-on gets used. Also, Benny learns how to suck a dick - and it's not just his mouth that becomes acquainted with Ezra's tongue. Let the good times slut roll. (PWP, that's it really.)
Warnings/tags: Established relationship (f/m) plus third (hello, younger!BennyMiller from Triple Frontier!AU), dirty talk, brief masturbation (f and m), fingering (f and m receiving), rimming, anal sex, oral on a strap on, pegging, dildo is referred to as "your cock/dick" repeatedly. Some spit use (no kink).
Word count: 5652 words
A/N: This is part of the Peg That Middle Aged Man campaign organized by the amazing @wannabe-urs. Please go check out all the other fantastic fics here! I completely missed my 01/18 deadline because things/my brain got in the way, but I finally completed after all. Special thanks to many of y'all, but in particular @sin-djarin, @magpiepills and the @alltheglitterandtheroar for their support in getting this done. Infinite gratitude to the always amazing @morallyinept, in particular for her Ezra Dialogue post and Writing For Ezra guide! Dividers by @saradika. This fic is unbeta-ed (in an attempt to squash my perfectionism) and inspired by @prolix-yuy's Din pegging fic, thank you LJ!
He’s gorgeous like this. Spread out on the bed with your fingers inside of him, those groans of pleasure getting even louder when you slide your mouth back onto his cock. It’s not just about how he looks, although yes - part of the reason you’re soaking wet is definitely that sweaty curly hair with the blond streak. With his head tilted back into the pillows he looks even more attractive than usual, his eyes closed but bliss written all over his face, even after you’ve edged him for almost an hour already.
What gets to you the most is how unabashedly he surrenders himself. Body and mind greedy for pleasure, as if he’s been without nourishment for too long, deprived during all the time he’s spent on Bakhroma Green. He has no qualms to ask for what he wants, or what you want from him. That first night he fucked you better and longer than you had been in a long time, and still convinced you to call in sick the next day so he could do it all over again, making you scream his name until your voice was hoarse. So when you saw him looking at the harness in your toy drawer later that day, you were more than happy to return the favor.
You figured out pretty much immediately that this wasn’t new to him, so you rode him hard - having learned a thing or two about him in the previous twenty four hours - until he was a sticky whimpering mass, begging for you to keep going until he was beyond overstimulated. Afterwards he made you come twice on his tongue and fingers, and told you that while the strap was new for him, “the pleasure of being taken by a cock is not foreign to me, gem. No love too intimidating.” It was then that the thought of him being taken like this by a guy, or him fucking another man, had sprouted in your mind - something you kept filed away until the right moment came to revisit that.
Like now.
A knock on the door pulls you out of your thoughts, and Ezra frowns as you let his cock slip from your mouth. “Gem, I must implore you to ignore that interruption,” he sounds breathless as he grabs your wrist before you can slide your fingers out of him. “As much as I enjoy you keeping me on the edge…” he pauses when you give him a challenging look and curl your fingers up against his prostate, making his hips buck hard. “... having a visitor take up your precious time is not something I’m willing to indulge in.”
“But I got you something.” You smirk when his eyes light up and lean into the kiss he’s offering. “I know you’ll like it.”
“Well… You’ve piqued my interest with such a delightful promise,” he muses before he takes over your mouth with a deep kiss. “Nevertheless, I’m sure the courier can leave this offering at the door. I’m not ready for your hands to leave my body just yet. I…” He groans when you slowly start to move your fingers inside him again, and lazily runs a hand over his chest, teasing his nipples until they’re both hardened by the attention. “Grant me another one of those delightful fingers, gem.”
The hitch in his breathing makes a shiver run through you, and as another knock sounds on the door, you wrap your left hand around Ezra’s cock. Slowly stroking him without any hurry, matching the pace of your other hand. He watches you with pleasure, whimpering quietly when you gently slide his foreskin down to reveal the head, then lean down to lick the precum off his dick and your fingers.
“Come on in, the door is open,” you call out into the direction of the door once you’ve licked up all of him, almost like an afterthought. The momentary surprise on Ezra’s face is easy to spot, but it shifts almost immediately to amusement tinged with a hint of mischief. Most noticeable, he makes no effort to cover himself up or discretely move away from your hands - if anything, he makes a point of spreading out more on your sheets. Luxuriating like a cat under a warm beam of sunlight. Or perhaps a panther in the green is a more apt description; no trepidation, just a single minded focus. It’s exactly what you were counting on.
You press a kiss to Ezra’s stomach as you hear the front door open, and his cock twitches in excitement at the startled gasp of the visitor. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, I thought—”
“You thought right, no worries”. You grin as you lick away the last drop of precum that has welled up, then take in your guest. Benny. Just as pretty as when you met him the other day. Tall, blond, a slim but well-defined body that makes it clear he likes to work out. Younger than Ezra, but not too young - probably late twenties or early thirties. He’s a sight to behold in many ways, but that pouty bottom lip and his captivating eyes stand out in particular. You know Ezra is a sucker for that - you remember him telling you that it were your eyes that had drawn him in. Like aurelac. Believe me, gem. I should know, considering how much I’ve harvested it.
“Glad you came. Close that door, would you?”
“What a pretty thing you’ve sourced for us.” Ezra’s voice is quiet so only you can hear him, yet his dick is anything but subtle; he’s positively throbbing under your fingers, but not addressing Benny yet, waiting for him to approach the bed. You see the hesitation on Benny’s face as he takes in the two of you, but there’s no room for hesitation in the way he licks his lips and shrugs his jacket off.
“Hi… I’m sorry if I’m interrupting.”
“Not at all, gentle man.” Ezra props himself up on an elbow, gesturing for Benny to come closer. He’s enjoying this, the panther in him all relaxed yet fully alert, letting his prey come to him willingly. “What is your name?”
“Benny. I met… we got to know each other, and she told me to come over.” He’s clearly trying to not be too blatant about staring at Ezra, but it’s fairly impossible to not look right at that stiff cock, surrounded by the thick curls of his pubes. It takes a moment, but then Benny seems to realize that you’re not just jerking off Ezra; you’re also still fingering his ass with easy, lazy movements. He clears his throat as he seems flustered, clearly not knowing where to look.
“Benjamin. Hello, Benjamin - I’m Ezra. You must have met this gem at the drinking establishment,” Ezra suggests as he strokes your cheek, holding Benny’s gaze. “Surely you were as enthralled by her as I was. Tell me, did you try to make her yours?”
Benny laughs nervously, running a hand through his dark blond hair as he shrugs, seeming flustered. “Yeah, I-... I’m sorry, man. Didn’t know she was yours.”
It takes one to know that Ezra’s smile isn’t quite as friendly as it could be, with just a little too many teeth bared before he speaks. “That is not true, Benjamin. This gem belongs only to herself. I have the distinct pleasure of enjoying her whenever she deems me to be worthy of her time.” He pats the bed next to him as an invitation. “Your presence here would suggest she has plans for you, too. So this is… exciting.”
You nod at that as you slide your fingers out of Ezra, who does not seem too pleased about this. “I want to watch you fuck Benny,” you say casually, grabbing some sanitizer and a cloth to clean your hand. “He’s never been with a guy, but I don’t think that has to be a problem. Or is it, Benny? Sit down.”
He follows the command without hesitation, radiating golden retriever energy as he seems eager to please, and just a little bit overwhelmed. You reward him by brushing your fingers over his jawline, tracing the soft stubble and the more pronounced goatee under his plush lip. He looks slightly dazed, but you have no concerns about that. Setting boundaries was no problem for him, you had already figured that out yesterday - because else you wouldn’t have invited him over. “Can I kiss you?”, you ask, and he nods silently.
“Use your words, Benjamin.” Ezra speaks up before you say it, and you can tell how the tone in his voice has changed since he last spoke. It’s sharper, hungrier, with a little bit of fangs in it. “I expect you to engage in candid discourse with us. Otherwise this is not happening, my friend.”
Something flickers in Benny’s eyes - a hint of resistance, or maybe he just rightfully feels intimidated. Ezra never is subtle about taking control of a situation, getting the upper hand either through words or more tangible weapons. But Benny doesn’t back down, lets his fingers brush down your arm, grazing your breast by no accident. “Yes, you can kiss me. Both of you can”, he then adds, sounding like a dare as his eyes are still on Ezra. “I’m fine with most things, and if not I’ll let you know.”
“How fortunate for us.” Ezra smiles as he leans back against the headboard and lazily runs his hand over his dick, giving you an expectant look. You don’t waste any time, revising your earlier plans to initially only make out with Benny. While he can’t take his eyes off Ezra, you climb into his lap, steading yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he settles in. He looks up almost in surprise, as if suddenly being shaken out of a day dream, and he wraps his arms loosely around your waist as he faces you straight on now..
“I like how you’re drooling over Ezra,” you tease him, to which he immediately blushes. “No, don’t worry, I’m the same way. It’s hard not to,” you hush him as you settle in, wriggling around for a moment until you’re comfortable with the angle, your bare pussy pressed against his denim covered cock. You brush your lips over his as you slowly rock against him, feeling his hand slide to your hip, the other one firmly grabbing your ass to pull you closer. “Ez has a nice dick, you know. Thick, generously sized… ever been up close and personal with an uncut cock?”
Benny seems already breathless when he kisses you, his tongue just as eager as his hips are, grinding up against you. “No. Not with any cock, really. Fuck. He’s… hot.” He groans when you grind down harder against him, your slickness leaving a wet stain on his pants. “You’re both really hot,” he then adds, kissing you harder as he seems to gain more confidence now. Slipping his hand between you, he gathers your wetness so he can tease your clit with his fingertip, and you whimper in delight by how effective he is. You can tell he wants to explore more, would probably gladly slip one or two fingers inside of your heat, but that’s not going to happen yet - you have plans.
“I like your mouth,” you breathe as you break the kiss, resting your forearms on his shoulders as you lean back slightly, perfectly aware of how this pushes your tits up in a spectacular fashion for him. “You any good with it elsewhere, too?”
His lips are on your breasts before you even finish the line, hot tongue licking one nipple before he moves to the other, then sucks it into his mouth in a way that makes your clit throb. “Anywhere and everywhere” he assures you when he lets go of it with a wet smack. “You want me to eat you out?”
“Not now. Maybe later,” you sigh in pleasure, rocking a little harder against his fingers, enjoying how he’s taking his time to figure out what gets you going. Over his shoulder you see Ezra, a predatory glint in his eye when he realizes he’s got your attention. You bite your lip hard when the hand around his cock speeds up, and Ezra lets the other one lazily slip between his legs, teasing himself with deft fingers where yours were minutes earlier.
You have to hold your breath for a moment to not lose it right there, and Ezra takes full advantage of it. His dark eyes hold you captive as he slips a thick finger into his hole, and you groan when you hear him breathe your name. He wants to get fucked by you, hard, and he’s not shy about it either. You’re throbbing in response to it - between his blatant need and Benny’s fingers between your legs, you feel yourself getting way too close way too fast. Especially when Benny’s mouth returns to your breasts, his teeth and tongue alternately teasing your nipples until they feel just as sensitive as your clit.
You pull yourself off Benny’s lap just before the waves threaten to overtake you, legs slightly wobbly as you try to compose yourself and calm your breathing. Benny is looking just as dazed as you’re feeling, and you’re pretty sure that the large wet spot on his jeans isn’t just caused by your arousal only.
“Pretty Benny,” you say softly as you run your hand through his long locks, admiring the play of dark blond hair with some lighter strands. You’re pleased to see his head tip back as he swallows, anticipation on his face when you slowly twist some of his hair around your fingers. “Tell me something. You like being told what to do?”
Benny’s eyes become glassy at your words, and you feel a little jolt of triumph at his eagerness. Perfect. You give a gentle tug at his hair as a warning for his lack of direct response, and he whimpers. Squeezing his stiff cock through his pants as his gaze remains on you, he doesn’t seem aware of Ezra moving behind him. His eyes close when Ezra’s large hand envelops his throat loosely, cupping it with thick fingers that then move up to stroke his chin.
“My gem is not in the habit of repeating herself, so I will do you that courtesy right now, Benjamin.” Ezra’s voice is gentle and warm, but you can hear the warning in his words. “She asked whether you like being told what to do.” His thumb slips into Benny’s mouth, its pad stroking Benny’s tongue for just a moment, then resting on his lip again. You feel slightly dizzy by how captivating it is. By no means is Benny a meek man, and he even has a couple of inches on Ezra in height. But there’s a willingness in him to follow orders, particularly when given by Ezra, that you find incredibly exciting.
“I do here, yes.” Benny’s voice is strained, and he finally opens his eyes again, looking at you. Both men having their glances fixed on you, both looking as hungry as you feel; one confident to the point of being almost predatory, the other momentarily overwhelmed by his own arousal. Ezra hums, reaching out to brush Benny’s lower lip with his thumb, his other arm snaking around Benny’s waist in an embrace. He dips his head down slightly so he can whisper in Benny’s ear, and you already know what he’s going to say.
“Suck it.”
Benny obeys immediately. The wet sound of his mouth around Ezra’s thumb gives you goosebumps, and you feel yourself throbbing once again. You had not yet planned on coming, preferring to take your time and enjoying the lazy exploration between the three of you. But you can’t help yourself any longer - you need your release now.
You slide your hand between your legs and touch your clit, gasping at how swollen and sensitive it is from Benny touching you earlier, and the extensive attention Ezra had paid to your pussy even earlier. Before you can reach further and slip a finger or two inside, Benny’s hand reaches for yours, a pleading expression in his eyes.
You nod benevolently, feeling his fingers gently enter you - only two, but thicker than yours are, and you moan as he strokes you, explores you. With ease he finds the right spot inside of you, rubbing and tapping it gently, and he smiles when you clench tight around him in response, your pulse suddenly skyrocketing. Without even blinking, he increases the pressure a bit while you stroke your clit, in tandem working towards your orgasm, and in no time at all you’re crying out and coming hard around his fingers.
Only once you’ve eased down, Benny withdraws from you, a content look on his face. For a moment you think that he’s going to put his fingers to his mouth, but he surprises you - turning to look at Ezra and offers him his slick fingers. The glee on Ezra’s face couldn’t possibly be any more radiant, and he grins as he wraps his fingers around Benny’s wrist. “A most gracious offering, my friend - it appears we have a good partnership here,” he muses as he lifts Benny’s hand to his lips.
“Fuck me, you’re killing me with that,” you whimper, hearing how hoarse your voice sounds. The sight of Ezra sucking Benny’s fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue before he lets go, is making you greedy. For more, for them, for someone’s dick being taken down someone else’s throat, and it’d better be soon.
Ezra smirks, entirely too pleased with your reaction, then leans in to kiss Benny. Cupping his face in his hand, a gentle kiss on his lips first, but as Benny sighs in pleasure you see Ezra quickly get bolder. He shifts on the bed as he draws Benny closer to him, fingers stroking through the dark blond hair as he leans to kiss his jawline, then lets his lips wander back to Benny’s mouth again.
“Your eyes are extraordinarily striking.” Ezra hums, almost as if talking to himself, his thumb brushing over Benny’s eyebrow. “Ocean blue, but.. viridescent. No. Aquamarine,” he corrects himself, and you smile to yourself - that’s exactly what you expected him to call it the moment you laid eyes on Benny. Leave it up to Ezra to try to capture colors through precious stones rather than using obvious terms.
Benny laughs a little awkwardly, clearly unsure how to respond to that. “Ahh, thanks? Hey man, you don’t need to woo me.”
“I can assure you I am not even doing such a thing, Benjamin, nor do I believe that I will have to do so when pursuing you,” Ezra teases him playfully, reaching down to the unzipped jeans so he can cup Benny’s cock through the gray underwear. “If I may be so bold - you already appear to be a done deal, my friend. Wooing does not seem necessary anymore.”
Benny huffs as he shakes his head dismissively. “You’re very cocky.”
“You’re very pretty.” Ezra laughs loudly when Benny blushes again, and you reach out for Ezra’s hair as you give it a hard tug before he can say anything else.
“Smart ass. Be nice to our guest, hmm?”
“Of course.” Without missing a beat Ezra’s hand lightly grasps yours and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. “You may want to go have a drink of water, gem. Hydrate yourself. Perhaps bring your cock with you when you return?”
Benny looks confused for a second, but seems to drop it when Ezra grabs him for a proper kiss this time. There’s a moment of hesitation from Benny, but then his hand slides into Ezra’s neck and he pulls him closer. He takes over the kiss from Ezra, tongues greedily finding each other to share the taste of you and explore each other. Fuck, they’re beautiful. Ezra’s roughness, unpolished edges and a direct approach to ensnare you in his words, make you part of his game - versus Benny’s eagerness, being entirely too pretty, the light and captivating energy around him impossible to resist. They’re a good match in all their contrasts.
Benny pushes Ezra down into the pillows, practically climbing into his lap, and Ezra’s large hands immediately paw at him to remove his shirt. It’s tempting to stay and watch, but you remind yourself that some water is a more urgent need right now. You gulp down a cup from the chilled pitcher, then half of another one as you walk to the dresser across the room. The mirror above it gives you a perfect view of the guys making out, and you shamelessly admire them as you rummage through your toy drawer. First your leather harness, then you sort through the silicone dicks until you find the turquoise one that you like the best for Ezra.
Once you’ve put on the harness and slipped the dildo through through the O-ring, you walk back to the bed under the watchful eye of Ezra, who has Benny grinding into his lap as they’re still making out like teenagers. Eventually he breaks the kiss, sucking a quick hickey onto Benny’s throat as he watches you touch your silicone dick.
“Kevva, gem. Look at your cock,” he says quietly, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire for you. He grabs Benny’s chin lightly and turns his head, making him look at you, and you see the surprised expression on Benny’s face as he takes in your appearance. The way the leather straps softly dig into your skin, the size of the dildo, and then you see the realization dawn on his face that none of this is a surprise to Ezra.
“Your mouth is all messed up,” you say as you reach out for Benny stroking the slight redness that Ezra’s stubble left on his pale skin, lips swollen from kissing and his skin slightly flushed from Ezra’s stubble. “Looks good on you.”
“Would look even better on you, gem.” Ezra’s voice is low and gravely as he runs his fingers through Benny’s hair, brushing the strands back. “How about you suck her cock, Benjamin. Do you see how magnificent it looks on her? You can show her that you know how to use that pretty mouth in different ways,” Ezra whispers into his ear, urging Benny off the bed and in front of you, then adds, “Show us how you can take me in later.”
The breath Benny sucks in at those words is clearly audible, making Ezra’s grin widen even more as he moves to stand behind you, running his hands over your soft curves as he keeps his hard dick pressed against your ass. For a moment you wonder if this might be pushing him a bit too much, but then Benny kneels at your feet, a sight to behold. All lean muscle and strong arms, dick hard in his underwear, and looking even more fucked out than earlier.
Benny’s fingers brush over the leather straps of your harness as he examines it on you, pressing kisses to some spots where the leather is threatening to leave an imprint on your skin. “I like the leather,” he says, sounding almost surprised, and just like earlier you find yourself clenching again, especially when he fingers the base of your cock and the balls. For some reason his careful explorations thrill you more than expected, especially once he decides to go for it and lap the head of your cock. Careful licks at first as he seems bashful, fingers brushing over the ridges and fake veins on the phallic silicone. You let him explore, let him get used to the idea of him being on his knees and about to take you in - hell, let him get used to the idea of a dick in his mouth period, even if it is a fake one.
“It’s not gonna bite you, Benjamin.” Ezra has moved over to Benny and is now kneeling behind him, hand resting on Benny’s back as he nods at the dildo. “Will you allow me?”
You raise an eyebrow at Ezra. “Look at you, so polite and sweet to him. Why don’t I get that?”, you tease, and Ezra grins as he smacks your ass hard, making you yelp.
“Because you do not care for that, gem. Come here.” You watch as Ezra’s hand closes around the strap on, leaning in without a moment of hesitation.He’s done this so many times, but never in front of anyone else. Benny watches Ezra’s tongue lavish your cock with attention, and you can tell from the way Ezra’s fingers press into your hips that he’s getting too excited, his body desperately needing release from having been stimulated in so many ways this afternoon.
A quiet groan escapes from Benny’s lips as he watches Ezra’s head bobbing, up and down, and you see Benny’s hand close around himself, the head of his cock almost angrily red and leaking all over him. He fucks himself into his fist, then whines loudly when he sees Ezra take you in all the way - sliding down on your cock until his nose meets your skin and the leather straps.
You laugh, almost breathlessly, as you slide your hand into Ezra’s sweaty hair and cup the back of his head, holding him in place as you watch his throat work on you. “You take it so well, Ezra. Fuck, yeah, there you go,” you gasp, starting to pull back when you feel him gag for a moment. “Easy there, easy-”
“I’m fine,” the words stutter from Ezra’s lips as he sits up, catching his breath before he turns to Benny, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “Oh, shit. That really got you going, huh?” He sounds hoarse as he nods at Benny touching himself, then leans over to him, pulling Benny into another sloppy kiss. His hand joins Benny’s, intending to help jerk him off - but you’re officially out of patience with Ezra’s chaotic energy crackling at frantic levels. He’s been too wired for too long now, and you know there’s only one way he’s going to be able to let that go.
“Get your ass on that bed,” you tell him as you smack his butt playfully, looking for the container of slick under the pillow. “Now, pretty boy. You too, other pretty boy,” you nod at Benny, “...go sit against the headboard.”
They both follow your lead, but you can tell by the glint in Ezra’s eye that he’s not about to back down - you know it’ll just be a matter of minutes before he’s running his mouth again. “I don’t want to hear you. Got it?”, you warn him preemptively as you push him down in the sheets, onto his stomach, then give his ass another hard slap as you twist the lid off the small glass jar with slick.
Ezra groans, letting out a deep sigh as he looks back at you. “Again. Other side too,” he says hoarsely, then sucks in a deep breath when you oblige - a smack against his other cheek, then two more on each of them as you hear him whimper in pleasure.
“Thought I told you to be quiet”, you challenge him as you spread the slick all over your cock. “Ass up now. Are you–”
“I’m fine, yeah,” he interrupts you, so eager he’s nearly tripping over his words, and he whines as you spread his cheeks, running your slick fingers over his asshole. “Please, just…” He groans when you run your thumb over his rim, letting it slip into for a moment. “Shit, shit, yes. Come on, gem, I can-...”
His words trail off as you push into him, just the tip of your cock at first, making sure he’s taking you as well as usual. When he nods at you to keep going, you slide your hand under him and reach for his half hard cock, stroking him steadily as you push further into him. His breathing still stutters but he takes the strap easily, eagerly as always. When you look up for a moment you see Benny staring at the two of you in awe.
Ezra notices it too, and you feel the laugh that’s rolling through his chest before you hear it. “I think Benjamin is rather intrigued by the idea of being taken by a cock, gem,” he suggests, sounding rather amused as he grinds back against you. You pick up the pace as you thrust into him, and it doesn’t take long for those broad shoulders to fully relax. His cock is leaking in your hand as you fuck him steadily, hitting him at just the right angle to make him groan, and you hear him lick his lips as he beckons Benny to scoot closer. “Benjamin… come over here, won’t you? I don’t bite. Unless you’d want me to, in which case… today is going to turn out even better than I thought it was.”
“Hey, Benny? I’m gonna need your help here,” you order the other man as you keep up your pace, resting one hand on Ezra’s hip and the other one on his back, as you stroke his warm skin that’s glistening with sweat. “Need you to shut him up, okay?”
“Fuck. Yes - please,” Ezra gasps, his voice breaking for a second, and you feel a shiver run through him. You’re not even sure which one of you three groans the loudest when he takes Benny’s cock in his mouth, but you can feel your thighs slick with our arousal by the view in front of you. Benny’s a goner almost right away, his hand on the back of Ezra’s bobbing head as he guides him down on his dick, hips pushing eagerly towards his release.
When Ezra’s nose brushes against Benny’s neatly trimmed pubes, holding still for a moment, Benny’s hand drops away as he mumbles something incoherent. You hear Ezra’s half choked grin, see him pull back as he licks Benny’s tight ball sack which earns him another moan. “Tap out if it’s a no,” Ezra tells him before he spits on his digits, brushing his fingertips over Benny’s taint which gets him an even louder moan than before.
“Jesus, Ezra,” Benny mumbles as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back as he lets Ezra handle him. You’re not surprised when you see a flash of Ezra’s pink tongue sliding over the perineum, and you slow down your thrusts to not jostle him too much. When Benny’s hips suddenly buck up hard without a warning, you hear Ezra hum and the sound of more spit against skin.
“Just relax, Benjamin, I’ve got you. Let it go,” Ezra hushes him, rubbing Benny’s thigh soothingly as he keeps his mouth to him, a soft smack of his lips as he sucks on his finger. “ ‘s Gonna feel good, I promise, yeah?” Even though being behind Ezra doesn’t quite provide you with a clear view, you can see just enough of what’s going on - Ezra’s tongue tracing Benny’s rim, slick with saliva, hushing him some more to relax as he takes his time, and then Benny whimpering when Ezra’s finger gently pushes inside of him.
“Fuck. Ezra, fuuck, I can’t– please… please,” Benny begs him, and Ezra beams as his finger slides into the second knuckle. He hums as he mouths Benny’s balls before moving back to his cock, the back of his head blocking most of your view as he works on drawing more moans and pleas from Benny. It’s not long before Benny cries out Ezra’s name along with a string of curses, his body shaking hard until he goes pretty much boneless.
Benny heaves a deep sigh as he practically melts into the bed, reaching out to brush something off Ezra’s face - some spilled come, you would assume. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding very regretful at all as a smirk plays over his face. “Got it all over, huh?”
“I’ll take you on your word that that was not deliberately aimed, Benjamin,” Ezra says with a shrug, brushing the back of his hand over his cheeks and forehead. “Make sure to keep that in mind next time when I bust a nut over your face, too, hmm?” he adds with a grin as he wipes his hand clean on a bedsheet, then wiggles his ass against as he looks at you over his shoulder. “That was some good team work from our partnership, gem.”
You nodded as you rub his ass gently, moving along with him as you slowly start to pick up the pace again. “Hey, at least it wasn’t me in the line of fire this time, you know?”
He laughs at you, stretching his arms one by one, followed by his back as he hums contently under your touch - the caresses to his back, the kiss you press against his bicep. He still has the predatory look on his face from earlier, that panther stretching in the sun while examining his prey, looking extra smug this time.
“Yeah, but you clean it up so pretty with your mouth,” he teases, the two of you both knowing that Ezra is always the first to grab you a wet towel when it’s needed. “As for now…” His eyes darken slightly as he grasps your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss before he brings it to his throat, folding your fingers gently around him.
“Better finish me good, gem. You know I’ll make it worth your while.”
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Summary: Ezra is stranded without a ship and has nothing to offer you in return for a ride off The Green... So you make a deal.
WC: 1.6k
Content/Warnings: Butt stuff :) oh and just like... warning for the way Ezra talks. Excessive use of lines from the movie.
I am excited to present the next installment of the Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign 2023. My dear friends @atinylittlepain (who made the graphic!), @beskarandblasters, @serenaxpedro, @jksprincess10, @cutesyscreenname and I are all writing a series of pegging fics for you lovely freaks. And we all have at least one out already! We'll be posting a masterlist next week, but for now, you can find them under the tag #peg that middle aged man campaign 2023.
Thanks to @str84pedro for the edit/commentary <3
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The Green is a terrifying place to mine for Aurelac, being one of the rougher and less regulated prospecting destinations. As such, you don’t make a habit of talking to strangers here. Get in, get the shit, get out. That’s how you’ve always done it.
This time is different though. This time you found a man sitting on a log, helmet-covered head pressed into his hands. You tried to retreat quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice you. It’s never a good idea to get caught out here alone. People got desperate.
Before you could safely make it back into the cover of the forest, the man looked up and locked eyes with you. You pulled your thrower on him, taking several steps back. The man threw his hands in the air and said, “Easy there, stranger. I do not intend to cause you any harm.”
He spoke with an odd cadence, some fringe-planet accent coloring his dialogue. It was oddly disarming, causing you to drop your weapon a tad.
“And why would I believe you?”
“I happen to be without a ship and therefore have no reason to dispossess you of your trophy case,” the man shot back, hands still above his head.
This shocked you, as being without a ship on The Green pretty much guaranteed you were not long for this world. His air filter would give out sooner or later and the dust would choke him to death. You may be tough, maybe even cold, but you’re not evil. You couldn’t leave him there.
You holstered your thrower and took a few steps toward the man. “I can give you a lift, but I won’t do it for free. What can you offer me?”
The man had slowly lowered his hands to gesture at himself. “Your offer is indeed generous, and I would be more than happy to sign and seal save for one glaring slip… I have naught to my name but this suit and my body.”
You considered him for a moment. It was a little hard to get a good look under the bubble of his helmet, but from what you could see, he was handsome. He had dark hair and golden skin. A mustache framed his plush lips and a scruffy beard covered his jaw. His nose was prominent and curved, which you’ve always liked on a man. Fuck it, he’s hot. “Your body will do.”
He had shrugged and stood up, striding over to shake your hand. “Name’s Ezra.”
On the walk back to your ship, you’d introduced yourself and asked for the story of how he came to be without a ship on this gods forsaken moon. It was a sorry tale and made you more than a little wary about his motivations, but he was so damn charming you couldn’t help but trust him.
Now, sitting in the captain’s chair of your ship and taking in the sight of Ezra out of his suit, you’re glad you decided to trust him. The man is gorgeous, sitting sprawled out against the wall. He’s all broad shoulders and thick thighs wrapped in a black and tan flight suit. His close cropped hair has a little blonde patch at the front and his eyes are a deep chocolate brown.
“Would I be too forward in asking how you intend to proceed, little bird?” Ezra drawls.
“Not at all. How experienced are you, exactly?” You doubt very much that he’s a blushing virgin, based on looks and age alone.
“I myself have frequently indulged, and I have not often found regret,” he throws a wink at you, the corner of his mouth quirking into a self-satisfied smirk. He knows he’s hot, damn him. But you intend to throw him for a loop.
“I’m not sure you’ve indulged in this particular technique… If you want a ride on my ship, you’ll have to let me take you, pretty boy,” you stare him down, smugness settling into your features as you take in his shocked expression.
“I… um. I have not had that particular pleasure… you do not appear to have an apparatus with which to accomplish the task at hand.” He gestures at you, clearly wondering if you’re hiding a dick under your flight suit.
“I’m full of surprises.” You stand and make your way to a small wardrobe by your bed, digging around in your stash to find what you’re looking for. You shut the door, triumphantly holding your strap out for Ezra.
The harness is made from a similar material to your flight suit. Already slotted into the ring is a long flesh colored phallus made from a soft but firm material mined on your home planet.
“Now this is somethin’ I have never seen… in all my time in The Green.” Ezra looks fascinated by your contraption, not a hint of nervousness in his big brown eyes.
“So what’ll it be, Ez? Deal or no deal?”
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Ezra is truly beautiful. His golden skin shimmers with sweat as you pump two fingers in and out of him, lightly stroking his pretty cock. He’s laid back on your bed, thighs spread to accommodate you, a pillow under his hips to grant you easier access. “Feel good, babe?”
“Kinda nice… tingly,” Ezra chokes out, throwing his head back onto the bed dramatically. He’s extremely vocal, talking himself through the new sensation and whimpering when you curl your fingers into the sensitive spot inside him.
You lower your head and gently suck the tip of his cock into your mouth, skimming your lips over the smooth skin and taking in the earthy taste of his precum. Ezra whines and jerks his hips, trying to push himself deeper in your mouth, but you follow the motion. You just know his begging will be glorious and you’re determined to draw it out of him.
You dip your tongue into his slit at the same time you add a finger inside him. Ezra’s whole body goes taut for a moment, his head snapping up off the bed, before he relaxes into your touch. “You’re so responsive, Ez. Good boy.”
“I greatly… appreciate the compliment… little bird.” Ezra grits through his teeth. “I would also greatly…” he breaks off with a moan as you press the pads of your fingers into his prostate again. “... appreciate getting… a move on.”
You decide you’ve teased him enough for now, sitting back on your heels and slicking up your fake cock. You grip the backs of Ezra’s thighs and push his legs toward his chest, admiring the way he’s so pliant for you. You settle the tip against his hole and push in just a bit. “Good?”
“No harm done yet,” Ezra says breathlessly. You rub your hands up and down his thighs soothingly and push in slowly. Ezra sucks in a breath and blows it out quickly a few times and you giggle at him.
“Ezra, sweetheart, you alright?”
He shifts his hips, seating himself fully on your toy with a slightly pained groan. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me, little bird. I will not shatter.”
You take this as your cue to fuck him stupid. You wonder if you can render him speechless. Leaning forward slightly and readjusting your grip on his thighs, you pull out of him and thrust back in to the hilt twice.
“Slow… slow down a beat there, little bird.” Ezra’s hands flutter over his own chest and up into his hair, like he doesn’t know where to settle them.
You slowly circle your hips, rubbing against the spot inside him you know will get him back on board. Ezra tugs at his own hair and babbles a string of praise at the sensation. “There ya go baby. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”
You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head and slot your thighs under his. You thrust slowly in and out of him, drawing a circle with your hips each time. His body chases your movements like he doesn’t want you to pull away at all, hands sliding up around your waist and pulling you into him.
“Fuck, little bird, you are a miracle.” He gazes up at you in awe, as if you just told him you know where the Queen’s Lair is and you’re going to take him there. His lips part and his head digs into the sheets as he arches his hips up to you. You reach between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his length and begin stroking him in time with your thrusts.
“Are you going to come for me, pretty boy?” You whisper before sucking his earlobe into your mouth. He whimpers and arches further into your body, hips shifting to meet every thrust.
“Please! Don’t stop birdie, I’m near- nearing my rel- release.” You stifle a giggle at his phrasing and speed up your hand on his cock. You feel his body jerking beneath you and pull back to watch his face as he cums.
His eyes are shut tight, brow pinched in the middle, and little moans and whimpers fall from his parted lips. You lean forward and suck his plush bottom lip between your teeth, grazing it lightly before kissing him fully.
You feel the hot spurts of his cum cover your fingers as he breaks the kiss, throwing his head back and groaning deep and loud. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your back, pulling you down on top of him.
He lays there, panting into your shoulder for a minute before he turns his head and whispers in your ear.
“Actions like these foment the threat of appropriate reactions.”
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