u/anotherrpguy1

(All characters are 18+)

(The name Alex is just a place-holder.)

The bass thumped through the club like a second heartbeat as Alex adjusted the hem of his short black skirt, making sure it barely covered the tops of his thigh-high stockings. His makeup was flawless, smoky eyes, glossy lips, and his smooth legs carried him confidently toward the bar. He ordered a drink and leaned against the counter, scanning the crowd until his gaze locked onto a tall, broad-shouldered man watching him from a few stools away.

The stranger was exactly his type: strong jaw, dark hair, and a body that filled out his fitted shirt perfectly. Their eyes met, and heat sparked instantly. The man approached, bought Alex another round, and the conversation flowed easily. It was flirty, charged, full of lingering touches. Before long they were pressed together on the dance floor, the man's hands gripping Alex's hips as their bodies ground in rhythm.

An hour later they stumbled into the man's sleek apartment, lips crashing together the moment the door shut. The stranger lifted Alex onto the kitchen counter, kissing him hard while sliding hands up under the skirt to squeeze his ass. Alex moaned into the kiss, already hard, and reached down to palm the thick bulge in the man's pants.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," the man growled, dropping to his knees to yank Alex's panties aside and swallow his cock in one smooth motion. Alex's head fell back, fingers threading through dark hair as the wet heat of that mouth worked him over. After a few minutes the man stood, spun Alex around, and bent him over the counter. He hiked the skirt up, spread Alex's cheeks, and pressed the fat head of his cock against the tight hole, pushing in slow and deep until he bottomed out.

They fucked hard right there, skin slapping, Alex crying out with every thrust, until the man pulled out, turned Alex to face him, and lifted him again. Alex wrapped his legs around the man's waist as that thick cock drove back inside, pounding him against the wall. Just as they both neared the edge, the man groaned Alex's name in a familiar voice.

Alex's eyes flew open. "Wait... Marcus?"

The man froze mid-thrust, recognition hitting him like a truck. "Alex? Oh shit—"

The forbidden truth hung in the air: the hot stranger balls-deep inside him was his older brother's best friend.

They hadn't recognized each other in the club because Marcus had just returned from two years overseas, his hair is now shaggy and his face more rugged from travel, while Alex had transformed completely during that time, growing out his hair, embracing makeup and feminine clothes, and presenting as a confident femboy for the first time. The dim club lighting and pounding music had hidden the details, and neither expected to cross paths like this after so long.

(Hey! Hope you liked it. If you did, hit me up so we can discuss it!)

Kinks/limits:

Kinks: anal, oral, praise, gentle dom, spanking, breeding, hair-pulling, cute nicknames, outfits, swallowing, leashes/collars, toys, chastity/controlled pleasure, romance, intimacy.

Limits: gore, vore, pain/abuse, unclean/body odors, skipped foreplay (especially for anal), anything illegal, feet, toilet play of any kind.

The bass thumped through the club like a second heartbeat as Alex adjusted the hem of his short black skirt, making sure it barely covered the tops of his thigh-high stockings. His makeup was flawless, smoky eyes, glossy lips, and his smooth legs carried him confidently toward the bar. He ordered a drink and leaned against the counter, scanning the crowd until his gaze locked onto a tall, broad-shouldered man watching him from a few stools away.

The stranger was exactly his type: strong jaw, dark hair, and a body that filled out his fitted shirt perfectly. Their eyes met, and heat sparked instantly. The man approached, bought Alex another round, and the conversation flowed easily. It was flirty, charged, full of lingering touches. Before long they were pressed together on the dance floor, the man's hands gripping Alex's hips as their bodies ground in rhythm.

An hour later they stumbled into the man's sleek apartment, lips crashing together the moment the door shut. The stranger lifted Alex onto the kitchen counter, kissing him hard while sliding hands up under the skirt to squeeze his ass. Alex moaned into the kiss, already hard, and reached down to palm the thick bulge in the man's pants.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," the man growled, dropping to his knees to yank Alex's panties aside and swallow his cock in one smooth motion. Alex's head fell back, fingers threading through dark hair as the wet heat of that mouth worked him over. After a few minutes the man stood, spun Alex around, and bent him over the counter. He hiked the skirt up, spread Alex's cheeks, and pressed the fat head of his cock against the tight hole, pushing in slow and deep until he bottomed out.

They fucked hard right there, skin slapping, Alex crying out with every thrust, until the man pulled out, turned Alex to face him, and lifted him again. Alex wrapped his legs around the man's waist as that thick cock drove back inside, pounding him against the wall. Just as they both neared the edge, the man groaned Alex's name in a familiar voice.

Alex's eyes flew open. "Wait... Marcus?"

The man froze mid-thrust, recognition hitting him like a truck. "Alex? Oh shit—"

The forbidden truth hung in the air: the hot stranger balls-deep inside him was his older brother's best friend.

They hadn't recognized each other in the club because Marcus had just returned from two years overseas, his hair is now shaggy and his face more rugged from travel, while Alex had transformed completely during that time, growing out his hair, embracing makeup and feminine clothes, and presenting as a confident femboy for the first time. The dim club lighting and pounding music had hidden the details, and neither expected to cross paths like this after so long.

(Hey! Hope you liked it. If you did, hit me up so we can discuss it!)

Kinks/limits:

Kinks: anal, oral, praise, gentle dom, spanking, breeding, hair-pulling, cute nicknames, outfits, swallowing, leashes/collars, toys, chastity/controlled pleasure, romance, intimacy.

Limits: gore, vore, pain/abuse, unclean/body odors, skipped foreplay (especially for anal), anything illegal, feet, toilet play of any kind.

The bass thumped through the club like a second heartbeat as Alex adjusted the hem of his short black skirt, making sure it barely covered the tops of his thigh-high stockings. His makeup was flawless, smoky eyes, glossy lips, and his smooth legs carried him confidently toward the bar. He ordered a drink and leaned against the counter, scanning the crowd until his gaze locked onto a tall, broad-shouldered man watching him from a few stools away.

The stranger was exactly his type: strong jaw, dark hair, and a body that filled out his fitted shirt perfectly. Their eyes met, and heat sparked instantly. The man approached, bought Alex another round, and the conversation flowed easily. It was flirty, charged, full of lingering touches. Before long they were pressed together on the dance floor, the man's hands gripping Alex's hips as their bodies ground in rhythm.

An hour later they stumbled into the man's sleek apartment, lips crashing together the moment the door shut. The stranger lifted Alex onto the kitchen counter, kissing him hard while sliding hands up under the skirt to squeeze his ass. Alex moaned into the kiss, already hard, and reached down to palm the thick bulge in the man's pants.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," the man growled, dropping to his knees to yank Alex's panties aside and swallow his cock in one smooth motion. Alex's head fell back, fingers threading through dark hair as the wet heat of that mouth worked him over. After a few minutes the man stood, spun Alex around, and bent him over the counter. He hiked the skirt up, spread Alex's cheeks, and pressed the fat head of his cock against the tight hole, pushing in slow and deep until he bottomed out.

They fucked hard right there, skin slapping, Alex crying out with every thrust, until the man pulled out, turned Alex to face him, and lifted him again. Alex wrapped his legs around the man's waist as that thick cock drove back inside, pounding him against the wall. Just as they both neared the edge, the man groaned Alex's name in a familiar voice.

Alex's eyes flew open. "Wait... Marcus?"

The man froze mid-thrust, recognition hitting him like a truck. "Alex? Oh shit—"

The forbidden truth hung in the air: the hot stranger balls-deep inside him was his older brother's best friend.

They hadn't recognized each other in the club because Marcus had just returned from two years overseas, his hair is now shaggy and his face more rugged from travel, while Alex had transformed completely during that time, growing out his hair, embracing makeup and feminine clothes, and presenting as a confident femboy for the first time. The dim club lighting and pounding music had hidden the details, and neither expected to cross paths like this after so long.

(Hey! Hope you liked it. If you did, hit me up so we can discuss it!)

Kinks/limits:

Kinks: anal, oral, praise, gentle dom, spanking, breeding, hair-pulling, cute nicknames, outfits, swallowing, leashes/collars, toys, chastity/controlled pleasure, romance, intimacy.

Limits: gore, vore, pain/abuse, unclean/body odors, skipped foreplay (especially for anal), anything illegal, feet, toilet play of any kind.

(I’m usually a top, so I’m also something new. This is fully consensual, all characters are 18+)

The evening air hung thick with anticipation as you lounged in your dimly lit apartment, dressed in a cropped pink hoodie and thigh-high stockings. You had spent the afternoon texting me, a tall, muscular guy from the app who'd been eager to meet. "Come over," you had typed with a playful wink emoji. "I've got something fun planned."

I arrived right on time, my broad shoulders filling the doorway as I stepped inside with a confident grin. "Hey there," I said, eyes roaming over your outfit. You smiled sweetly, leading me to the living room with a casual "Make yourself comfortable." As soon as I sat down on the chair, you moved fast, producing soft ropes from under the cushion.

“So, how long have you lived in the city?” I ask, not paying attention as I look around your place from my seat.

Hey! Hope it caught your attention. I want to try being with a dominant femboy. If you like it, hit me with a starter!

Kinks/limits:

Kinks: anal, oral, praise, gentle dom, spanking, breeding, hair-pulling, cute nicknames, outfits, swallowing, leashes/collars, toys, chastity/controlled pleasure, romance, intimacy, and more that I’m probably forgetting.

Limits: gore, vore, pain/abuse, unclean/body odors, skipped foreplay (especially for anal), anything illegal, feet, toilet play of any kind.

You weren’t really supposed to go through with this. This was meant to stay a secret. Not just the app or the messages, all of it. That softer side of you that you keep tucked away most of the time. The one that only really shows up when you’re alone. Online, it felt safer. Easier to be a little more honest, even if you still held back. A few clever angled photos, cute outfits… and you could always go back to pretending that this side of you didn’t exist. They are fictional. Pretend. Something to do when you’re bored. But eventually… pretending wasn’t enough.

Now it’s real.

Your apartment feels weirdly small tonight. You’ve been pacing, stopping every now and then to glance at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t go overboard or anything. Just a few subtle touches. Enough to feel a little more like yourself, but nothing that couldn’t be brushed off if things got awkward.

Your heart’s been racing nonstop. What if they expect something you can’t give? What if you freeze up? What if this was a mistake?

You could still bail. Just turn off the lights, stay quiet, pretend you’re not home. It’d be easy. Safe.

You linger near the door, hand hovering, not quite ready to commit.

Knock knock.

You freeze.

They’re actually here.

And if you open that door, you’re really doing this.

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Hey! If you liked it, hit me up. Be sure to tell me your favorite movie in your opening message so I know you read it all!

Also, don’t worry if I’m slow to respond. I’m busy a lot, so I don’t get masses of free time.

Kinks/limits:

Kinks: anal, oral, praise, gentle dom, spanking, breeding, hair-pulling, cute nicknames, outfits, swallowing, leashes/collars, toys, chastity/controlled pleasure, romance, intimacy, and more that I’m probably forgetting.

Limits: gore, vore, pain/abuse, unclean/body odors, skipped foreplay (especially for anal), anything illegal, feet, toilet play of any kind.

You weren’t really supposed to go through with this. This was meant to stay a secret. Not just the app or the messages, all of it. That softer side of you that you keep tucked away most of the time. The one that only really shows up when you’re alone. Online, it felt safer. Easier to be a little more honest, even if you still held back. A few clever angled photos, cute outfits… and you could always go back to pretending that this side of you didn’t exist. They are fictional. Pretend. Something to do when you’re bored. But eventually… pretending wasn’t enough.

Now it’s real.

Your apartment feels weirdly small tonight. You’ve been pacing, stopping every now and then to glance at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t go overboard or anything. Just a few subtle touches. Enough to feel a little more like yourself, but nothing that couldn’t be brushed off if things got awkward.

Your heart’s been racing nonstop. What if they expect something you can’t give? What if you freeze up? What if this was a mistake?

You could still bail. Just turn off the lights, stay quiet, pretend you’re not home. It’d be easy. Safe.

You linger near the door, hand hovering, not quite ready to commit.

Knock knock.

You freeze.

They’re actually here.

And if you open that door, you’re really doing this.

————————————————————————

Hey! If you liked it, hit me up. Be sure to tell me your favorite movie in your opening message so I know you read it all!

Kinks/limits:

Kinks: anal, oral, praise, gentle dom, spanking, breeding, hair-pulling, cute nicknames, outfits, swallowing, leashes/collars, toys, chastity/controlled pleasure, romance, intimacy, and more that I’m probably forgetting.

Limits: gore, vore, pain/abuse, unclean/body odors, skipped foreplay (especially for anal), anything illegal, feet, toilet play of any kind.