“𝐈’𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬?" 🐴BoJack Horseman 🐴Lewd Focus / Literate 🐴20+ Mun 🐴Gay / Switch (No Lean) 🐴#MVRP / #LewdRP "𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭!”

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 & 𝗟𝗲𝘄𝗱 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 🐴Abuse of Authority 🐴Blackmail / Corruption 🐴Dirty Talking 🐴Exhibitionism / Public 🐴Rough Sex 🐴Size Difference

"-- 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼." 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐀𝐃 #LewdRP | #MVRP | #NSFWRP ↺ and ♡ ?

"Look -- I don't normally broadcast stuff this obviously, but, uh...oh, what the hell..." "-- I'm feeling really needy, alright? So...if anybody wants some of this. They can -- y'know. Come on over..."

BoJack didn’t know what had possessed him to come to a Hollywoo underwear party. Everyone around him nearly naked. Drinking and laughing in the hectic club. He’d never felt more out of shape, in a pair of tight briefs He sighed. One drink and he’d be gone. He headed to the bar.

“Heh — fair enough. Think I can do that...” He reached to a nearby table and pulled out some lube. Wasting no time in coating two digits; thrusting them inside. While the other went to work, coating his own length, Making him shudder and grunt, with each damp stroke.

“...least I can do...” he grunted back. — with twofold encouragement, he nodded. Gripping his shoulder in one hand, his hips with the other, and slamming his cock inside. Burying his massive length inside. Groaning deep. Wasting no time building into a heavy pace of thrusts.

— each buck had all his weight behind it. Thrusting into him, hard and needy. Groaning and grunting above him. Anchoring him, with his grips. His hefty balls slapping to his curvy ass with each motion. “Mnm — f-fuck —“ he panted, above him.

Oh god dammit. He’d barely been here for ten minutes and he’d already bern spotted. “Oh — heh. Yep, that’s me. Always good to meet a fan. Can I buy you a drink...?”

Oh no. Oh no, no, no -- BoJack ran his hands down his face. Why -- why did Mister PB have to be here? Of all places in Hollywoo? Of all nights? "Heyyy Mister Peanutbutter..." he groaned. At least they were going to the bar. He needed a drink. "Yeah. Imagine that."

"I -- uh..." he started. Only then noticing how close Mister PB was to him. He sighed. That was the design of this party, after all. "I...don't know -- I guess I just wanted to do something new...? Something kind of -- different, and exciting, kinda'..."

"Don't worry about me being a celebrity -- just think of me as another guy at the bar..." BoJack smiled. Raising his glass in a toast -- to what, he wasn't sure -- and throwing it back with a single gulp. "Ben. Nice to meet ya'. This your, uh...first time at one of these things?"

His eyes went wide at the motion. Nodding. Taking another sip from his drink. “Yeah, I — I can see what they mean. You are looking...really, really good.”

— he didn’t know what was more embarrassing. Being touched like this by Mister PB or how much he liked it. He sighed into the kiss — tilting his head to deepen it. Ears going upright at his last words. “Wait — w-what? You mean — you mean here? Now? Right now...?”

"Mnm --!" BoJack grunts at the unexpected touch -- but, perhaps even more unexpectedly, leaned back into it. Pushing his curvy ass back towards his hands. It felt good. "Y-yeah, fine, alright, I'll...I'll do that, then."

His eyes glanced around them. Even if it was dark, even if the people around them were dancing or drunk, they were still at a party. And the last thing either needed was more controversy. But...he didn't want him to stop. He wanted it. Bad. "Y-yeah, I'm good -- keep going."

"A-ah -- !" It was a rough insertion. Made even rougher by BoJack trying to maintain a semblance of subtlety -- trying not to alert the other bar patrons right away. Biting his lower lip. Shuddering; pushing back towards Mister PB's hips. "Y-yeah -- yeah, I...I can feel it."

"Mnm...!" BoJack couldn't help but grunt. Leaning his arm against the bar counter; pushing back towards it. Widening his legs a bit and giving him more room to work. "F-fuck -- yeah, I'll...I'll try..." he murmured. Hand shaky around his glass. Grunting against the cool rim.

“I — oh...” he murmured. Feeling that brushing sensation against him. Leaning into it, sighing, and nodding. Taking another long sip of his drink. “Guess we got that in common.”

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