#frotting

[ashes2caches]

a lot of people don’t know this but the 4 in t4t actually stands for foreskin. you gotta rub em together

#196 #rule #196 campfire #queer #r196 #transfem #trans #frotting #t4t

[fairhye]

after school

ayato x m!reader ★

cw: modern!au, rotting, reader has a dick, uuhhh idk how to tag this

another day of school meant another day of your classmate and friend, ayato, teasing you. the things he says sometimes make you question whether or not he’s holding back trying to kiss you right there on the spot.

his usual teasing somehow lead to the both of you in your room..unbuttoning each others pants. something about…‘who’s more sensitive than the other.’ it was probably just an excuse for him to finally see you so relaxed.

he’s so close. you could smell that intoxicating perfume of his all around you as he fumbled with your zipper. his own cock looking more than ready, tip red ‘n begging for some sort of friction.

that stupid zipper of yours finally came undone, and the man wasted no time in pressing himself against you. the feeling of his tip touching yours nearly sent you over the edge, and he hadn’t even touched it yet!

ayato leans down towards you ear and whispers, “don’t be afraid to let yourself go..i won’t be holding back.” giving you that signature smile of his, he moved his hand down to where your cock heads met—wrapping his hand around the both of them.

his touch is so soft. almost too soft, as he slowly and lazily rubs his hand up and down. the addition of both of your pre making it much more easier. ayato manages to hold eye contact with you while he watches how you squirm and rut your hips up every so often whenever his hand goes all the way down.

ayato finds you so adorable like this; face flushed, and trying your hardest to not let any moans or weird sounds slip out. he can tell you’re close-so is he. his hand sped up as his pants grew louder and louder.

it wasn’t long before you both spilled on his hand, loud panting filling the room. you couldn’t even face him, much too ashamed of how you just came from your friends’ hand. ayato didn’t seem to mind, still slowly moving his hand to ride out his high.

you clear your throat and try to think of something to change the direction of wherever this was going, “..um..how about we start on homework now..?” you suggest, face still flushed and trying your best not to look at the mess you two made.

the blue haired man quickly sobered up and nodded in approval, not before getting one last good stroke in. “we’ll be finishing this later then, yes?” he asked, looking straight into your eyes. how could you possibly tell him no..?

❔ all works proudly owned by fay/@fairhye

#❄️—fairhye writes #❕—fays works #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x male reader #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #genshin impact x male reader #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x male reader #ayato x male reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #modern au #frotting

[stonerdogslut]

Frotting~ ♡ she rub her cock on my clit...they..theyre kissing..

#lover puppy speak! #nsft puppy #bd/sm puppy #nonbinary nsft #pup pl4y #puppy pl@y #t4t kink #t4t puppy #t4t ns/fw #t4t nsft #nsft #frotting

[needystar]

Normalize waking up with my legs spread and pinned down and someone humping and rutting into me cause they saw me sleeping so peacefully in my little shorts and tank top and couldn’t resist themselves from having their hands all over me.

They wouldn’t stop when I wake up and realize what they’re doing “Sorry puppy, you looked so cute I couldn’t hold back.” I’d moan and whine and cum in seconds from only getting humped.

#★ thoughts #ftm nsft #ftm ns/fw #puppy sub #mlm nsft #t4t nsft #ftm puppy #t4t somno #somno #frotting #t4t puppy #trans nsft #nsft

[puppybytes]

When two girls kiss and their glasses clink together, that's frotting

#low res barking #frotting #Shitpost

[supercap2319]

"Bucky, if you keep bouncing me like this i'll cum in my jeans."

"Then I guess we have to take your jeans off. Undies to just to be safe."

"Bucky, if you keep bouncing me like, I'll cum in my jeans." Y/N warned as the up down motion was making him hard in his jeans. The fabric was brushing against him sensitive head and leaving a real wet spot on his crotch. People will think Bucky scared him so bad that he wet himself, which wasn't true at all.

Bucky looks at him, a lazy grin on his handsome features. His blue eyes were shining with amusement and interest as he continued to thrust his hips upward. Bucky was in the middle of doing leg lifts and asked Y/N to straddle him for a little more weight.

"Then I guess we'll have to take your jeans and undies to just to be safe, doll." Bucky said.

Y/N blushed as bucky helped him up, his routine of thrusts temporarily forgotten as he helped Y/N pull his pants and underwear down before Bucky had him lay down as Bucky unceremoniously took them off his legs, leaving Y/N naked from the waist down besides his shirt and leaking precut.

"There. That's better. You should probably take off your shirt, too. Don't want any stains on it." Bucky winks.

He pulled off his shirt until he was finally naked for Bucky in the weight room while the Winter Soldier was in black shorts that had a tent in them and a black workout shirt. Y/N blushed hard as Bucky chuckled. "Back to it, doll."

Bucky started to thrust upward again,the friction between his soft shirt and rugged hard abs against Y/N's cock had him moaning like crazy as his dick was leaking like a faucet. "Oh, god!"

"That's it, Y/N." Bucky was panting only lightly. Being a supersoldier means he had more controlled stamina than horny young Avengers. Y/N can't believe how easily Bucky brought him to the edge. What should he expect? Bucky's been pleasing men and women since before Y/N was born. The thought of Bucky being so experienced sent a thrilled down Y/N's body as he hoped Bucky would show him his experience.

"Don't hold back... go on, pretty boy." He said. "Fuckin' come all over my abs! Cum for your Sergeant." Bucky commands.

Y/N grabbed his broad shoulders and cried out as he shot his creamy load all over Bucky's muscular frame as Y/N rode his high. He was panting and sweating by the time Bucky stopped moving. He looked at Y/N and smiled.

"I could use a shower. Wanna shower with your Sergeant, doll?"

Y/N nods.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier x male reader #working out #frotting

[thisnameisfalse]

is this frotting?

#frotting

[lukefbecker]

Just some quality bro time with Adam Surge ⚔️ too bad I had to put a sticker over it!

It's more fun on Twitter and Masto

#gay #gay man #gay otter #gay redneck #full bush #gay bros #bro bonding #frotting #gay men

[butchcockiness]

i think i made a post like this on my other acct but transmasc4transfem frotting is sooooo underrated. pulsing tcock and wet masc cunt grinding against feminine transfem soft or hard clit, using their shaft to please my cock and pussy, praising them for being such a good girl and letting me use their pretty clit to get off, desperately grinding against one another until we cum against each other's shafts or we tire out, sounds like heaven

#t4t nsft #lesbian nsft #butch nsft #butch dom #trans nsft #transfem sub #frotting #t4t frotting #do any girls wanna do this with me etc etc

[ashes2caches]

when i’m masturbating i like to imagine that i’m actually just doing some long distance frotting with another transfem from across the globe.

#196 #rule #196 campfire #queer #r196 #trans #transfem #frotting #hornyposting

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Six: Frottage - Seungmin/Hyunjin

Tags: Dom/sub undertones, light feminization (Seungmin calls Hyunjin "princess"), dom!Seungmin, sub!Hyunjin

AO3 Link

“Fuck, hyung,” Seungmin groaned as Hyunjin attacked his neck wet kisses and soft nips. His fingers clenched the fabric of Seungmin’s shirt and he rutted his hips against his thigh in desperation, little whines and high pitched moans leaving his open mouth as he did so. “What’s got you so desperate?” 

“Just– hah –haven’t gotten you in a while. Need–need you. Need to get off so bad. Seungmin, Seungmin–” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, Princess,” Seungmin said with a soft hum and Hyunjin whined in response. He rubbed soothing circles over Hyunjin’s back as he rolled his hips along his thigh. He could feel Hyunjin’s hard cock dragged along him through the fabric and it was making his own dick harden so fast he felt lightheaded with the blood rushing south.  

“What do you want? We don’t have a lot of time,” he said, and there was a tinge of disappointment in his tone. They’d been so busy lately there had been no time to do anything at all together, so honestly it was no wonder Hyunjin was so desperate. Seungmin was desperate too. He just wouldn’t admit it. 

“Just wanna–” Hyunjin cut himself off with a moan as his hips jerked forward again and Seungmin hushed him. “Can we–can we just–can we get off together? Wanna feel you just–” 

Seungmin loved it when he got to the point where he was struggling to get his words out. He could get so incredibly needy and whiny and it made his stomach buzz with arousal and his heart sing with love. “You wanna rub your pretty cock against mine, Jinnie?” he asked, a smirk creeping onto his face. 

Hyunjin moaned and dropped his head to Seungmin’s shoulder, nodding his head rapidly. 

“Yeah, yes please, please. Please sir,” Hyunjin begged. He mouthed as Seungmin’s shoulder and Seungmin’s eyes fluttered shut for a second as he took in the sensation. 

“Alright then baby, let's take your pants off you then,” Seungmin said. He was sad to have to move Hyunjin away from him but he knew the results would be worth it. 

Hyunjin stepped back just enough for Seungmin to help him undo his pants and pull them past his hips. Hyunjin pushed them the rest of the way down and stepped out of them and then he tugged off his shirt. His cheeks turned red as Seungmin’s eyes ran over his long, bare legs, and then flicked up to his crotch where his cock was so hard it was hanging with the weight. Seungmin licked his lips and fixed Hyunjin with a hungry gaze. He couldn’t be blamed. Hyunjin was delectable . If he could, Seungmin would take so much more time with him, really getting a taste of him. But it would have to wait. 

“Aren’t you just the prettiest?” he asked with a hum, reaching out to rub Hyunjin’s hip. Hyunjin almost stumbled at how fast he melted from Seungmin’s simple touch and praise. “Cute.” 

Hyunjin’s lip quivered with a whimper and he put his hands on Seungmin’s shoulders to steady himself. “Please, sir. I can’t wait.” 

“Alright, I’m sorry baby.” He leaned forward and pecked Hyunjin’s lips. He normally liked to tease Hyunjin a bit, get him so worked up he was crying and begging for his cock. But now wasn’t the time. They were both pent up and he could tell Hyunjin just needed the intimacy of being close to him. 

He pulled down his own pants along with his boxers, tossing them aside somewhere in the room. As soon as his legs were bare, Hyunjin was on him again, not even allowing him to pull off his shirt. He tossed his arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a fervid kiss and Seungmin melted into it. It was more tongue and teeth than anything but it was still so good. Seungmin groaned and tangled a hand in Hyunjin’s long black hair. Hyunjin was already rutted against him, rubbing their hard cocks together as he kissed him. His senses were filled with nothing but Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin . He was tasting him, their tongues and lips sliding together with feverish kisses–his moans filled his ears and each sound sent pulses of warmth through his stomach and his cock–and he could feel him absolutely everywhere. 

They stumbled back until Seungmin’s legs hit the bed and he fell back with Hyunjin’s body on top of him. Hyunjin moaned desperately as he rolled his hips forward and his cock slid against Seungmin’s. His cock was wet with precum and Seungmin was sure his was too. It made the slide easier and created an embarrassingly lewd, slick sound. It only intensifies the burning fire in his gut. 

“S-Seungmin–hnngg, Seungminnie , sir– ” Hyunjin whined. Seungmin bit his lip and clenched his fists. Fuck Hyunjin was so–

“That’s it, Princess,” Seungmin said through gritted teeth. He rolled his hips up to meet Hyunjin’s movements and Hyunjin’s breath hitched. 

“Yes, yes .” Hyunjin mewled as their cocks dragged together in a frenzied, sloppy rhythm. It wasn’t coordinated or all that smooth but the friction was so good. He was delirious with pleasure. The heat of Hyunjin’s throbbing cock pressed against his between their bodies made his breath catch in his throat. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Seungmin groaned. Hyunjin moaned breathlessly and his chest heaved as he clung to Seungmin’s shirt. His pupils were blown and there was a drop of drool running down from his parted lips. Seungmin didn’t deny himself and listened to his urge that told him to kiss Hyunjin again. He wrapped a hand around the back of Hyunjin’s neck and captured his lips, groaning into his mouth at the way it made Hyunjin’s hips stutter. 

“ Mmfh ,” Hyunjin moaned into his mouth. Seungmin tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and a shiver went down his spine at the whine it pulled out his Hyunjin. He bucked his hips up at the same time he ran his tongue along Hyunjin’s bottom lip and Hyunjin gasps. 

“ Ahh ,” he sighed, eyes rolling back slightly.

Seungmin smiled against his mouth and slid his hands down Hyunjin’s smooth back to grab his hips. He began to guide the rolls of his hips with his own thrusts so that their cocks would glide together with more of a rhythm. Hyunjin arched his back and let out a sound between a sob and a moan. He let Seungmin guide him without any resistance–he always loved it when Seungmin took total control of everything in the bedroom, even his movements. Despite being such a good dancer, once he got needy and desperate like this, all coordination was gone. 

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss for a moment to breathe and he licked his lips. He looked wrecked even though all they were doing was grinding against each other. “S-so good. ‘M gonna come soon,” he mumbled. Seungmin could feel the way his muscles tensed against his body and he dug his fingers into his hips. 

“Me too,” he said, surprised at how breathless his own voice sounded. “You can come whenever you want, Jinnie. You’re doing so good.” 

Hyunjin keened and nodded. “I’m good, I’ve been good for sir, been so good,” he babbled. Seungmin wet his lips and inhaled sharply. Hyunjin was going to be the death of him. He couldn’t wait until they had more free time so he could really take him apart. 

It wasn’t long before the movement of Hyunjin’s hips became a little more frantic again, even going against the hold Seungmin had on him. Seungmin let him this time, allowing him to chase his release as he lifted his hips to meet Hyunjin’s. He was just as needy as Hyunjin was, no matter how much control he displayed. 

Hyunjin dropped his head to Seungmin’s chest and moaned sweetly in his ear. His hips began to stutter and his moans became louder. “I’m– ah – sir , Seungmin-ah, ahhh , I’m gonna come I’m–” Hyunjin let out a choked moan and he pressed himself closer to Seungmin as he cock twitched between them. Seungmin continued rolling his hips in a languid motion as Hyunjin spilled his cum all over their stomachs, dirtying Seungmin’s shirt. 

“That’s it, Princess, fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Seungmin groaned. The wet squelch of cum filled the air as Seungmin grinded into Hyunjin’s spent cock. Hyunjin’s eyes glistened with tears from overstimulation and he let out little whimpers, but Seungmin knew just how much he loved that feeling. 

Only a few more moments went by and Seungmin was feeling the tell-tale signs of his orgasm. His stomach tightened like a spring and heat coiled deep inside of him. The pleasure going up his spine was electrifying. All it took was one little movement from Hyunjin and a whispered, “Please, I wanna see you come, sir,” for Seungmin’s mouth to fall open in a silent moan as his hips jerked up and he came all over himself and Hyunjin. 

“Shit,” he muttered. He ran a hand through Hyunjin’s sweaty hair and Hyunjin looked at him with a lovesick smile. “You were so good for me, sweetheart,” he praised. Hyunjin’s smile brightened. 

“You made me feel so good. Always treat me so good.” He sighed happily and wiggled around a little so he could rest his head on Seungmin’s chest comfortably. 

Seungmin’s heart swelled as he looked at him but he cringed at the same time at the feeling of their sticky cum clinging to his body. Not to mention his wet shirt. “Jinnie, we need to clean up. I am not sleeping with both of our cum on me and this gross shirt sticking to me.” 

Hyunjin whined and shook his head. “Just another minute.”

Seungmin sighed softly and looked down at him with a fond smile. “Fine, whatever. One more minute. Then we’re taking a nice, hot shower.” 

“Sounds perfect,” Hyunjin slurred. His cheek was smushed up against Seungmin’s chest and the sight made his heart flutter. 

“Alright. Setting the alarm for one minute.” 

“Aish, Seungmin, now that’s just rude!” 

Seungmin just laughed. “Shh. You’ll be fine, baby. Later, we can spend the whole night cuddling.” 

And they did. 

#fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #hyunjin smut #smut #seungmin smut #skz smut #dom!seungmin #sub!hyunjin #frotting #kinktober day 6 #seungjin

[conticentimp]

yknow what I’m thinking about rn

frotting tdicks and then you start fucking me with it. Maybe we even take turns, rutting our slick dicks together until of us manages to get the right angle, slip just inside the other and then rut harder, grinding as deep in as you can. our fronts and thighs get all sticky with slick and sweat, desperately humping each other, trying to fuck each other. anything to get my cock in you and yours in me

n afterwards I’ll lick you all clean, just lay back and let me clean you up

#nsft #nsft ftm #mlm nsft #trans nsft #nsft gay #queer nsft #nsft tumblr #t4t nsft #frotting #I watched dacad’s sheath play animation and I’m fucking feral

[systemdeez]

I'm rotting when I could be frotting.

#196 #r/196 #r196 #frotting

[dumbgaycatthing]

How we feel about the frotdog tumblr?

#when the puppy girls meet up theres a lot of frotdoging #transgender #196 #:3 #frotdog #punk #queer #trans #t4t #frotting

[brainrotexe]

Wriolette/Neuvithesley | ao3 fanfic | smut | 2.3k 🔞

Intoxicated by brainrotexe

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact #neuvithesley #wriolette #smut #wriothesley #lemon #neuvillette #rated e #ao3 #scent kink #scent #handkerchief #fantasizing #frotting #ao3 fanfic #bl fanfic #gay mlm #mlm #fanfic #pining #gay pining #18+ content #18+ only

[6emo6zombie6]

Forbidden Territories: M!Reader x John Marston

First actual smut on here!! I hope this isn't too shabby, since it's been a while since I wrote anything unholy. Tags for gay stuff, frotting, more gay stuff, cowboys, and dicks.

18+ warning

It was now week two of being in an awkwardly distant friendship with John. The two of you weren’t the best of friends before, but you rarely complained whenever Dutch sent you out together, it was all in good spirits—until a week and a half ago, that was.

John had mindlessly wandered into your tent after dinner, slightly air-headed as he opened his mouth to ask you a question, just to notice you in your cot. Sweaty, flushed, and with your cock in hand. You jumped and instantly started tucking your hard-on back into your jeans. It had only been a split second before he turned back around and awkwardly rushed out of your tent, but he somehow managed to get a full look at you while you were jerking off.

Now, this wasn’t something new to him. He’d caught people in all kinds of awkward situations, but seeing you in such a vulnerable position made some repressed feelings come boiling back up. He even had trouble admitting to himself that he had a crush on you. It was too embarrassing, he didn’t know if anyone would even understand.

You had been embarrassed ever since John had caught you, and it was even worse knowing he got you in that situation in the first place. It had all been a series of light, accidental touches and brushing up against you over the week, and he had tipped you over the edge when he groaned in reaction to nicking his finger while sharpening a stick. Your head pieced some images together and into your tent you retreated, your jeans starting to strain.

You and John hadn’t shared a single glance or word since that, always peering at the ground when crossing each other on campgrounds and avoiding each other during meal times. The others had started to take notice after the first few days, but they weren’t worried to such an extent that they felt the need to ask either of you what was going on.

John was currently on guard duty while you and a couple of the other guys had some drinks. You weren’t drunk just yet, but you had had enough sips of whiskey to feel your confidence come back. You were already thinking up a plan on how to accidentally run into him and talk through what happened, the constant awkward silences around each other were starting to get tiring. John was a decent feller, you just wanted to be okay with him again.

Before you know it, you’re up and walking away from the campfire, your bottle of whiskey still in your hand. You walk a little bit into the patch of trees at the edge of Horseshoe overlook, peering around you to see if John was there. You eventually spotted him leaning against a tree with a rifle in his hand, he was barely visible but you could make out his silhouette against the pale moonlight. You could tell he had noticed you, but he was pretending he didn’t, hoping you were just walking by incidentally.

He could feel his heart rate start to speed up when you came closer, it was clear you were intoxicated, and just as clear that you wanted to talk. He hesitantly looked in your direction, blinking.

“Look—we need to talk about what happened-“ You were barely able to finish your sentence when John cut you off with a groan. He was glad it was dark, or you could’ve already noticed his face that had started burning up.

“Don’t start,” He sighed, absently staring at the rifle he was holding. His thoughts had already started racing.

“It’s—it’s whatever, okay? Let’s just not mention it anymore. “

“so… we—we’re good?” You mumble.

“Hm.” John nods, earning a soft smile from you. He glances at your bottle of whiskey, motioning toward it. “Care to pass that?”

You shrug and hand it to him, watching as he takes a large gulp. You stare at his Adam's apple as it bobs while he swallows the liquor. He pretends to not notice your stare while he takes a few more sips, savoring the burn of the alcohol in his throat.

He glances at your slightly red face as he hands you back the bottle, your eyes meeting for a split second until he peers off into the distance again.

“Dutch is gonna get mad at us if he catches us quarreling out here, you know?” John hinted, though he didn’t actually want you to leave. You saw right through his façade, chuckling lightly as you leaned against the tree beside him.

“Dutch’d be glad we’re talkin’ again.” You countered lightheartedly.

John gave a shrug and a hum, a silence falling over the two of you. Weirdly enough, it wasn’t awkward—more peaceful if anything. You resorted to looking at John’s hands as they gripped the rifle, your mind starting to wander like it usually did.

“would you stop staring?” John said directly, trying to sound stern. “You’re distracting me.”

Your eyes met again as you looked up in surprise.

“Oh, so now I’m distracting you?” You retorted, not even sure what you were on about. You just said the first thing that came to mind, anything to hear John reply.

“What—” John looked as confused as you did. “What does that even mean?”

“Damnit, John—I-“ You stammered, your thoughts about him threatening to spill from your mouth. He looked at you, awaiting an answer.

“I’m—you’re—oh for fuck’s sake, John.” You were starting to get frustrated with your own feelings, and John was starting to get frustrated by your inability to properly talk to him.

You shared a mutually annoyed glance, then you acted purely on impulse and stepped in front of John, one hand pinning his hip to the three behind him while the other held on to the bottle of whiskey. Your lips were on his beforeeither of you could even register what you were doing.

You had managed to break through John’s tough act, pressing up against him as his right hand planted itself on your chest. His scruffy beard rubbed up against your shaven face as your lips moved in perfect synchronicity, your eyes shutting.

John let out a soft growl as he let himself sink into your touch for a few seconds, though his hand was pushing you off before you knew it.

John glanced into your eyes, then at the ground with a guilty expression. “We can’t be doing this,” He murmured. You stayed silent as his hand, despite his protest against your situation, remained on your chest. He could feel your heart thump against his palm.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Don’t start with this shit,” You mumbled in a low tone, attempting to step to the side.

This time, John let his impulses lead him. He tossed his gun to the side as his hand found its way to your collar. A harsh tug sent you stumbling forward again, your lips catching John’s a second time as he grabbed your bottle of whiskey and tossed it in the same direction as his rifle.

His arms slung around your waist, his hands resting just above your gun belt as he pulled you flush against him. You rested your hands on his biceps, leaning against him shamelessly. Neither of you made an effort to be subtle, all the tension crashing down on you and making you melt into each other’s touch.

A soft grunt left your lips as you felt your soft bulge rub against John’s, his hands gently pulling your hips forward to create a bit more friction. There was no shame in this now, all of your doubts had seemed to have washed away in John’s grasp. Your tongues sloppy intertwined as you both tried your best hand at kissing, which neither of you seemed to have a talent for.

John let out a soft huff as he rutted his hips against yours, making it clear he was impatient. It was completely in character of him, though. You’d never seen ol’ Marston being patient with anything before.

“Let's get this over with,” He mumbled in between kisses, his heart pounding at the anticipation.

“Give it some time, will you? I’m not even hard yet.” You mumble in response, slightly annoyed at John’s inability to just enjoy the moment. “You’re always rushin’ everything.”

“You’ve been makin’ me wait for this too long already.” John blurted out in a sigh, letting you unbutton the top few buttons on his overshirt as he kept pushing his crotch against yours, making you feel how desperately quick he was getting hard.

You blushed at that comment. “goddamn, Marston—how long ‘you been keepin’ this to yourself?”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” He sighed again, looking at you to see the moonlight reflect off of your eyes.

You leaned in to continue making out with him as your hands clumsily wandered down to his crotch. Much to John’s avail, you unbuckled his gun belt first, then your own, and tossed them aside. He seemed happy with the extra straps out of the way, allowing the two of you to get closer to each other.

John was already growing hard, his shaft pressing against your thigh shamelessly.

“Damnit,” He cursed softly, not feeling you stiffen at the same pace as him. “Let me help you with that, c’mon, I’m not aimin’ to get caught.”

You nod with a soft chuckle, giving John the okay to start pawing at your crotch. His hands were rough and quick, focused only on getting what he wanted from you. You watched his needy expression as he continued to pleasure you, slowly but surely helping you get hard.

A soft moan tumbled from your lips as you felt the oh-so-familiar throb in your jeans. John shot you a grin, happy to know that you were sharing the same feeling of ecstasy.

He gave your hip a soft nudge, urging you to take a small step back so he could unbutton his pants without you in the way. He gave you a grin as he guided himself out of his jeans, proud as he noticed you blush at his size.

“What, not like you ain’t never seen one before, huh?” He teased, holding his cock in one hand as he used the other to swap your positions, now it was you pinned against the tree, John staring you down like a pervert.

He peeked behind the tree, watching the others for a second. “Go on, they all look preoccupied with Uncle’s yappin’.”

“Alright, alright.” You glanced up at John to make sure he was watching, then helped yourself out of your pants the same as him.

John gave a soft grunt at the sight, his cock twitching in synchronicity with the sound he made. You had never anticipated he would be this into doing anything with you. John never seemed excited about anything, really.

You let out a soft gasp once John moved his hips forward, his cock pressing up against yours. You felt yourself throb once again, the other man’s large hand wrapping itself around the two of you. His hand was noticeably colder than yours, making you suck a breath in through your teeth.

John kissed you as his hand started pumping both of you, swallowing the few surprised grunts and moans that you let out. Feeling another man’s dick against yours was a sensation you knew nothing about, it felt strange, but so strangely pleasurable.

His hand quickly warmed up due to your body's warmth and all the friction he was creating, making the interaction even more enjoyable. He stayed mostly quiet, only letting out a grunt or a huff when you jerked your hips. He planted his free hand beside your head to keep himself from falling over as he jerked the two of you off.

“This feels—” He gulped, stifling a moan. “This feels as good to you as It does to me, right?” He asked as if not having heard all the noises coming from you.

“I should ask you that,” You say in a low, mumbled tone.

“Then I think we’re on the same line,” John nodded to himself. His hips gently started rolling against you, and you returned the movement with ease. You were both rutting up into John’s hand now, your soft noises now harmonizing with each other. Neither of you seemed bothered by anything going on behind the trees now, all of this felt too good.

You both leaked precum, the liquids mixing together as it trickled down your cocks. This was all so wrong, so perverted, but neither of you wanted it to stop.

You got more and more desperate, your paces needing to constantly speed up to chase the perfect ecstasy that was your climax. You both got more sensitive, your faces both adorned with brows that knitted together.

As the minutes went by, you got closer and closer to your release. You felt the familiar warm, tingly sensation in your lower stomach, signaling to you that this didn’t have to keep going for much longer for you to bust your load.

John was slowly getting louder, his rough voice letting out perverse noises that you had been dreaming about for months. Your chest was heaving as you matched his speed. All the doubts you had about ever getting this close to another man, especially John, had floated away. You had never wanted anyone’s body pressed up against yours more than now, and luckily your dream was coming true.

“shit, I’m—” You bit on your tongue, stifling a rough moan. You were ready to let your eyes roll in the back of your head, letting you focus fully on what your body was feeling.

“I’m gonna cum,” You whispered.

John bit his lip as he watched your expression, his hand covering your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet.

“Yeah,” He sighed and nodded, looking down at the mess between your bodies. “Me—me too.”

His breathing started becoming more sporadic as time went on, both of you coming closer to your release.

John gave little warning as he was the first to cum, his sticky seed spilling over the both of you as he let out a grunt. He looked at you, chewing on his lip as he kept thrusting his hips into his hand, constantly stimulating you. You moaned against his hand at the sight, the combined intensity of it all making you stumble into a climax of your own.

You panted and whined as you painted John’s hand and cock with your cum, continuing to rut your hips until you were milked dry.

 John laughed softly at your eagerness, feeling the sticky substance coat him. He took his hand off of your mouth once you were no longer making any noises, only breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

He lifted his hand off the two of you as you both went soft, inspecting the few drops of cum on both of your clothes.

“I bet they won’t notice if we go down to the creek and wash this off real quick,” He murmured.

#john marston #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #john marston x reader #red dead redemption fanfiction #rdr2 smut #rdr2 #john marston smut #semi public sex #frotting #gay smut #male reader