Chapter 1: Introduction
Chapter Text
Hello everyone! It's me, Bylena Problems, back with another rendition of Kinktober, now in 2021 edition! Yes, I haven't posted anything on this account for the past year (due to burnout from the last Kinktober+writing project for my monster fucking needs), but no one was missing me anyway, so it doesn't matter.
Last year, I made a huge mistake in trying to do two Kinktober prompt lists at the same time, doubling my workload, so this year I will act like a normal, sensible person, like everyone else who does Kinktober, and stick only to a list of prompts that was (slightly) edited from a list that Quacktasmal made, though I have lost it. Sorry!
In the notes of each chapter I will be stating the prompt, the characters I'll be using, and what fandom/universe they come from. All of the characters will be original, but a couple of them may be fan characters. I worked hard on each chapter, and I really appreciate all comments and kudos, so if you like my writing, please do that! Have a spooky, sexy month darlings, and I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 2: Day 1 - First Time, Baths
Summary:
Prompt: First Time, Baths
Characters: Asher Srider and Scomberoi Corazon
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Hey, Ash, what’s with your bed? It looks rather uncomfortable.”
Asher looked up towards the sound from where he was fitting the sheets on his new bed, Scomberoi’s voice echoing throughout the mostly empty house. With a quiet grunt, he heaved himself up, abandoning the menial task to explain to Roi some human contraption that confused him. “Babe, whatever you’re looking at, it’s probably not a bed,” he called out, quickly walking to where Scomberoi was sitting in the bathroom, staring at the bathtub with a confused look in his amethyst eyes.
Turning to look at Asher, Scomberoi laughed nervously, fumbling with the faucet as a cold stream of water began to fill the tub, wetting his webbed hands. “Well, then, what is it? Looks awfully like a bed, but without the cushions or the pillows or the space or anything that makes it remotely comfortable,” he grumbled, face scrunched up adorably.
Asher chuckled at his bewilderment, easily snaking around Scomberoi to turn off the faucet, and he began to giggle even harder at his look in regards to his amusement, scandalized and betrayed. “Asher!” he cried out, gently picking Asher up by the armpits and shaking him back and forth, but that only caused him to laugh even harder, face red and breathless. “Explain!”
“Let me go and I’ll tell you!” he gasped out between shakes. An amused smile on his face, Scomberoi sighed, rolling his eyes, but gently put Asher back on the ground. “It’s a bathtub,” stated Asher with a casual, explanatory tone. “You fill it up, get naked and lie in it. It’s supposed to be used to clean yourself, but anyone who isn’t a small child or really old person tends to use it to relax.”
Turning to face Asher, Scomberoi let out a hum, tilting his head to watch the water drain. “We definitely don’t have that in Sao. I told you about the… ‘houses’ there,” he mentioned, seemingly fascinated with how the water slowly disappeared.
“Yep,” Asher quietly replied, voice peaceful, a hand sliding to rest over his more elegant one, still slightly wet from the water. Automatically, Scomberoi’s hand turned to lace their fingers together and carefully squeezed his hand, the movement born of unconscious affection. Still, he was careful not to hurt Ash with the excess strength held in his body, larger and more powerful than his own. “If I lived in a water world, I don’t think I would need to lie down in a tiny ocean to clean anyway. Doesn’t your hair like, self-clean or something?”
Scomberoi made an unsure noise in response, shrugging when the other boy looked at him in confirmation. “Sort of? You know I’m not a science person, Ash, I can’t explain this to you” exclaimed he, looking exasperated.
Humming and nodding sagely, Asher squeezed his hand. “I shall reveal in our shared misunderstanding of science. You wanna try it?” he asked relaxedly, waving towards the now empty tub.
Scomberoi quietly blinked at his query, audial fins twitching with curiosity. For what was definitely not the first time since they met each other, Asher revelled in the diaphanous beauty of his boyfriend. It was ridiculously easy to get lost looking at Scomberoi’s high cheekbones and his raven-coloured gossamer eyelashes, and every time he got distracted by him, Ash was reminded how stupidly in love he was with his alien boyfriend. “Yeah, sure.”
“And I just lie down like this?” Scomberoi asked, long raven-black hair floating around him in the water, framing his sharp face like a halo. Eyes closed, he almost looked asleep as he laid down in the small tub, knees bent in order to fit his long frame.
“Yeah, but don’t use your gills or breath in the water. That would be a little disgusting, and probably not healthy,” he joked, voice light as he stared down at the other boy, and he dipped his hand into the water to check its temperature. Scomberoi hummed in response, body limp as warm, steaming water lapped at his face.
“I won’t do that then.” For a moment, they were quiet, wordless, Scomberoi lying down peacefully with Asher watching him from where he sat outside the bathtub, careful not to look too far down his boyfriend’s naked body. This was not the first time he had seen Roi naked, but Asher had never dared to glance below his thin hips, too embarrassed and inexperienced to even think about it, and he certainly wasn’t going to do it now.
The somewhat awkward silence was suddenly interrupted by Scomberoi making a soft, thoughtful noise before slicing through the quiet by noting, “This seems incredibly overrated. Humans really do this for comfort?” in a doubtful tone.
“Well,” Asher started, unable to help the upwards quirk of his lips when, opening his eyes, Scomberoi peeked at him through his second, transparent, eyelids, the amethyst of his irises having lost its shape but still stunning nonetheless. “It’s not made for big fish boys like you.” His voice was lighthearted and teasing as he dipped a hand into the water to gently caress Scomberoi’s hair. “Too small.”
Scomberoi made a cute noise in affirmation, leaning into Asher’s small hand. “Yeah, this is very cramped. Horridly uncomfortable. Too small indeed.” Despite his words, he was smiling, sharp, shark-like teeth just barely visible behind curling, mischievous lips. Asher wanted to kiss him. “You know what would make this experience significantly better?” he asked Asher, his teasing, clever tone and grinning face making it clear that his question was hypothetical, most likely leading Asher into a trap that his lack of social tact couldn’t handle.
Still, he indulged in Scomberoi’s roguery, replying with a soft, “What?”
Scomberoi flashed him a grin, all charm and beauty and debonair. “A pretty human boy in here with me.” Almost instantly, Asher’s face was cherry-red and hot, stuttering and tripping over his words as Scomberoi smirked at him, unsure of how to respond to his boyfriend’s flirty remark. His hands immediately shot up to hide his embarrassed face, accidentally splashing Scomberoi with warm water, who only kept up his smug, delighted expression.
Scomberoi may have been the one to be confused by mundane human contraptions, but Asher had always floundered when complimented, quiet and embarrassed when Roi was charming and graceful. He was easy to tease and even easier to render red and blushing, and Scomberoi had always taken any chance he saw to tell Asher just how pretty he thought he was. Asher wasn’t sure whether he loved or hated that about him.
“Roi! You-you can’t just say that!” he managed to sputter out, voice incredulous but body yielding to his boyfriend as, a wet hand gently wrapping around his upper arm, Scomberoi pulled him down, bending over the rim to press their lips together into a quick, yet bone shivering, kiss. Asher couldn’t help the soft moan that slipped out of his mouth, hands falling away from his face to press against the sides of Scomberoi’s face, pulling the other boy closer. He hummed, satisfied, in response, continuing to chase Asher’s lips in order to press soft, chaste pecks to the pink flesh.
“But it's true,” Roi muttered, leaving dark splotches on his white shirt as he trailed his wet hands over Asher’s shoulder blades. “You don’t have to get in with me, but you do have to know how much I want you.” His voice is husky, rough with desire, and Asher couldn’t help the way he melted. “You’re so pretty.”
Asher’s face felt like it was on fire, but he nodded, pulling away from Scomberoi to take his shirt off. Letting out a whine, Roi reluctantly let go of his source of kisses, staring up at him in the water through begging eyes, piercing amethysts, until Asher was clad only in cotton grey boxers. Arms wrapped around himself in an embarrassed attempt to maintain some sense of decency, he was unable to look at Scomberoi. Out of the corner of his eye, the other boy was looking at him fondly, no amused smirk in sight.
“Come here.” He spoke to Asher in a soft, patient tone, as if he was an injured, frightened animal rather than a mortified teenager, but no less shy, and Scomberoi heaved himself up into a sitting position, motioning for him to sit in the tub. Asher slowly crept towards him, lifting one skinny leg over the rim and then the other, dipping his feet into the lukewarm water. “Wanna sit on my lap? I think it would be more comfortable than curling yourself up into a corner,” Scomberoi suggested gently, sharp face a soft purple blush as he held out a hand, and with a shy nod, Asher slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, tightly gripping his hand to keep his balance and avoid falling on his face. Water slowly lapped at his slender waist, boxers sticking heavily to soft thighs, and as he leaned closer to Scomberoi, moving to straddle his waist, the other boy cautiously placed his hands on Asher’s hips, a firm yet tender touch.
In his current position, there was nowhere for Asher to look but Scomberoi’s hungry, reverent gaze, eyes so wide and dilated that the brilliant purple of his irises was barely visible. His intense focus on Asher only made him more self-aware of their position, of its suggestiveness and the hands on his body. In a desperate attempt to salvage some sense of dignity, he buried his blushing face in Scomberoi’s neck, breathing softly on his bright magenta gills but careful not to touch the sensitive flesh. Roi made a happy clicking noise from deep in his chest in response, and he slowly slid his hands down to wrap around Asher’s waist in a loose hug, nuzzling into his soft, pale blond hair and breathing in his vanilla shampoo.
For a while, they just sat there, Asher tense and hiding and Scomberoi calmly holding him in his lap, as the water slowly cooled around them. Asher slowly melted into his boyfriend’s embrace, and his hands came up to cup his face, Scomberoi’s eyes half-lidded as he leaned into the touch. Eventually, Asher was loose-limbed and relaxed as he pulled Roi’s face down to level with his, eyes soft and begging for affection, which Scomberoi was more than happy to give.
Head tilting down, he gently pressed a kiss to Asher’s slack lips, warm to the touch when the rest of his body was cold and wet. It was a sweet and pure touch, barely a ghost on his skin, before he pulled away to kiss another one to Asher’s right cheek, then his left, peppering kisses all over his face. Scomberoi’s lips were soft, gentle yet ardent against Asher’s skin, the sensation causing shivers to run down his spine. Asher was unable to help the soft mewl that slipped out of his mouth, hands curling against Scomberoi’s face at the gentle touches. He eventually kissed Asher outright once again, lips brushing together.
Asher fought the urge to whine against his mouth as Scomberoi gently bit at his lower lip, careful not to cut the flesh with his razor-sharp teeth. Their kissing quickly lost the careful, gentle motions they began with as they both got more desperate and licked into each other's mouths, a sense of accomplishment filling Asher when he nibbled on Roi’s lip, causing a soft noise to spill out of his mouth. Scomberoi gave Asher a few more kisses, laced with tongue and teeth, before finally pulling back, and Asher couldn't help but notice how gorgeous Scomberoi was as he looked down at him with dilated pupils, cheeks flushed a heavy purple and lip plump and kiss-swollen.
Before he even realized it, there was a tent forming in Asher’s wet boxers, a boner pressing against something soft, slick, and prehensile, a tentacle tentatively snaking around the bulge in his pants. He gasped at the sexual nature of the touch, unable to help the frightened look in his eyes.
“Ash,” Scomberoi said, voice rough and filled with reassurance. “Sweetheart, we don’t have to go all the way, if you don’t want to. We can stay like this and do nothing else, or we can get out right now and get dressed again, it’s up to you.”
Nodding with uncertain eyes, Asher stayed straddling his waist, quickly glancing down to stare at Scomberoi’s bright purple tentacle with blushing red cheeks. He let out a shaky breath, biting his peach pink lower lip as the look in his face changed from his characteristic shyness to something like apprehension.
“I…” He trailed off, glancing back up to look Scomberoi in the eye. “I want this, but I don’t know how. I’ve never done anything like this before.” It felt embarrassing to admit his lack of experience, but Asher was so goddamn hard right now, only barely resisting the urge to grind against Scomberoi’s muscular thigh without any sense of dignity. He was either going to lose his virginity tonight in this cold bathtub, or get blue balled and have to jerk himself off in the basement bathroom. He really didn’t want that second scenario to happen, so forcing himself to relax, Asher shamelessly pressed his lithe frame against Scomberoi’s larger, stronger one, crotch right against his writhing tentacle, and looked up at him with sweet, begging eyes. “Could you please show me how to do it?” Asher asked in a sweet, low voice as his hands tightened against his broad shoulders.
The moment he spoke, Scomberoi’s face grew a bright purple blush, staring at him with flustered, hungry eyes and strong yet gentle hands on his hips. “Yes, yeah, yeah, of course I’ll do that Ash, I’d love to do that,” he stammered out, breathless and flustered. For once, Scomberoi was the one embarrassed by his boyfriend’s words, tripping over his words and babbling nervously, and it felt good to be on the other side of it. “Can I, uh, touch your genitalia?” nervously asked Scomberoi, voice soft as his thumbs rubbed circles into the divots of Asher’s hips.
Giggling at his wording, Asher nodded, rolling his hips forward to press his still-clothed cock against the squirming tentacle inhabiting Scomberoi’s crotch, and a surprised gasp escaped his lips when, pulling down his boxers by the elastic, Scomberoi pressed a cool, wet hand to the hard organ, desperate for touch. A hand pressing on his back, his tentacle, slick and cold against his skin, trailed transparent purple slurry down his undefined abs before snaking around Asher’s cock and squeezing tightly, forcing his red eyes back into his skull and a loud moan to slip out of his mouth.
“Yes, oh yes, Roi!” he cried out, and waves of cold water splashed against the edge of the bathtub as Asher helplessly rolled his hips into the slickness, water lapping up at their thighs in a back-and-forth motion. Luckily, not much water made it out of the confines of the tub, preventing a mess that they would’ve had to clean up later, not that that was on their minds.
“Ash- fuck, sweetheart!” Scomberoi whimpered roughly, face scrunched up in pleasure, and grinded right back into his desperate movements. With a hand on Asher’s face, he pulled him into a long, affectionate kiss, pressing his tongue against Asher’s.
It didn’t take long for Asher to come, letting out a soft moan as he thrusted into Scomberoi’s crotch one last time, covering it, and the other boy’s stomach, in ropes of white cum. He was a little disappointed that he had lasted for so little time, but the post-nut euphoria made his brain happy and fuzzy. From the way Scomberoi was looking at him, blissful and melted, Asher thought that he had orgasmed as well. With warm, tired eyes and a cold, shivering body, Asher buried his head into Scomberoi’s neck and pressed their bodies together in a vague attempt at cuddling, making a soft, content noise when the other boy pulled him into his lap to press kisses into his forehead. Scomberoi looked tired as he pressed his face into Asher’s hair, but with a quiet strength that he had come to expect from his boyfriend, he picked Asher up in a bridal hold and carried him out of the cold water of the bathtub into their half-finished bedroom, placing him on the adjacent chair. Eyes only half-lidded, Asher quietly watched as Scomberoi dried them, finished putting the sheets on the bed, and grabbed blankets to hide from the cold, marvelling at how wonderful of a man he was dating.
Asher was tired, and still slightly wet, but he was horridly, unimaginably happy, and that was enough.
Notes:
One day finished, thirty more to go. To those who have read past Kinktober, you may recognize these boys as repackaged versions of some of my Homestuck troll OCs. I am no longer in the Homestuck fandom, due to lack of interest and distaste for the creator's actions, but I do still love my old OCs, and their anatomies, so I removed the troll part of them. Also, Asher is a much more realistic name and I don't have to shove Roi into a six letter box.
Next Prompt is Balcony Sex, Hickeys, and Knotting.
Chapter 3: Day 2 - Balcony Sex, Hickeys, Knotting
Summary:
Prompt: Balcony Sex, Hickeys, and Knotting
Characters: Edward Acrameoha and Silas Baker
Fandom: Original Work, Omegaverse
Background: Edward and Silas are reincarnated medieval people who don't know they're reincarnated, this is obviously an AU.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Edward can’t find his omega.
It’s not particularly worrisome, since Silas is his own person and thus tends to go as he pleases, but Edward has finally found the specific brand of keyboard that he wanted so badly, and he needs to know what colour he should buy. “Silas!” he calls out, peeking into their shared room in search of the omega.
A light voice calls out, “Yes, Edward?” from the balcony, quiet and muffled through the walls. Edward yanks the door open, ready to ask him, but he chokes on his words when he actually sees Silas, beautiful and perfect and gorgeously silhouetted in the golden rays of the sun. In two strides, he’s right beside the other man, chest pressed against his back, and he presses kisses to Silas’s ticklish neck, making him giggle sweetly. Edward’s arms wrap around his waist, easily forgetting his question in favour of burying his face in Silas’s scarred neck, right over Edward’s mating bite. “Hello,” Silas purrs, voice light and teasing as Edward nips and sucks at his neck, leaving small red spots wherever he touches. Cupping his cheek, Silas pulls Edward down to his level, insistently pressing their lips together. Once they finally separated, he stared up at him with exasperated eyes. “Do you need something, or are you just coming here to bother me?”
Edward scoffed, rolling his eyes at the sass his omega was giving him. “I had something to ask you, and it was going to be quick, but if I’m annoying you so much, I think I might stay here a little longer.” Letting out a long sigh, Silas’s head falls back to lie on his shoulder, green eyes filled with affection. His hands rest on the pale white balcony, slouched over slightly to look over the view.
“You’re mean!” Silas whined, but his voice was light and amused, and his ass was eagerly pressed against Edward’s crotch. His mouth is resisting the urge to curl up and grin mischievously. “What did you want to ask me?”
“What colour do you want your keyboard to be? There are a whole buncha’ colours,” he asks, stifling the small gasp trying to slip out of his mouth when Silas grinded against his slowly hardening cock.
“What colour is available?” A small hand hooks behind Edward’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him again. Theother fumbled with his gray sweatpants, pulling them down to expose his plump, firm ass to the alpha. Letting out a harsh, shocked breath against Silas’s neck, Edward’s hands slide down uncontrollably to rest on his hips, unable to help the way he groped at the fat of his omega’s ass and thighs.
“There’s…” Edward swallows audibly as Silas pulls down his pants and underwear, cock springing up to rest on the other man’s lower back, and the cold outside air brushes against his bare skin, forcing the slightest shiver down his spine. His hips start to unconsciously grind against him, chasing the friction between his dick and Silas’s soft skin. “Red, yellow, blue, purp-ah!” Tossing his head back, Edward gasps when Silas grabs the heavy member in his hand, guiding it to press against his tight, wet hole, absolution dripping with slickness. “Purple…” continues Edward in a strained voice, struggling to speak. “Green, black, and there’s this glowing rainbow one that glows in the dark. It’s cool, but it's a lot more expen-”
With a forceful push of his hips, Silas forces Edward’s cock past the tight rim of his hole, easily penetrating his omega’s slick, deliciously hot ass, and he lets out a loud, satisfied moan, a hand flying up to hide his embarrassing face from anyone who could see them from the balcony. The handrail is made in such a way that it blocks Edward’s penetration of Silas and the tent in his pants, but the way his omega’s eyes go fuzzy and hot and the sudden blush on his cheeks are not so easily seen. “I think I want the rainbow one, but the blue one would be fine too,” Silas casually states as he rolls his hips, bouncing on Edward’s cock, skin loudly slapping against skin.
It takes embarrassingly little time for Edward to reach his edge, brought upon by the skillful grind of Silas’s hips and the wet, hot tightness of his hole. Over the years, Edward has fucked this omega many times in many different ways, but he’s still ridiculously weak to the way Silas squeezes around his cock, skillfully milking him with wet flesh. If not for the ecstatic look on his face, teeth clenched into a blissful expression as he loudly gasped into the cold air, and his skin was flushed and slightly glistening with sweat. With every thrust, Edward’s knot catches on the tight, glistening hole, slowly swelling, a blood-gouged pink bulb as Silas helplessly squeezes on it.
“Shit!” Edward slurs out, hands so tight and possessive on Silas’s hips that there was a chance that there would be bruises next morning. “Silas, please, sweetheart, can I knot you?” By now, he’s unable to properly push into his omega’s supple ass without extreme force, tying them together.
Legs shaking, his omega nods desperately, and his hands sliding up to grab Edward’s face, Silas pulls his alpha down to press his nose against the scent glands on his neck, drowning Edward in sweet floral omega-scent. Edward makes a harsh choking noise, and he heaves Silas up by the hips. With a final, heavy thrust, brought upon by the closeness of his orgasm and the irresistible fragrance invading his senses, he forces the knot into the omega, filling Silas to the brim with his seed as he comes.
A soft moan escaping his bitten pink lips, Silas’s hole convulses around the knot. Nails digging into the skin of Edward’s neck and scenting him, he orgasms soon after. Eventually, Edward stops cumming, his seed trapped inside of Silas by the sturdy knot keeping them tied together, and his omega lets out a content sigh.
"Yeah, I want the rainbow one."
Notes:
You can tell I have no clue about keyboards at all lol.
Next is Nudes and Hate-Fucking.
Chapter 4: Day 3 - Nudes, Hate-fucking
Summary:
Prompt: Nudes and Hate-fucking
Characters: Sam Srider and Melpomania Iphigenia
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Human Bitchboy
cut my hair recently. what you think
1163.jpg sent at 11:02 pm
[An image of a young man lying down on his back naked, left leg twisted over his head, an arm hooked under his knee holding it up, to expose his hole, pink and slightly glistening. He has pale skin, milky and practically colourless, as if he rarely interacts with the sun, and dotted across his stomach and chest were pale peach-coloured scars, barely even noticeable due to time. His hair is a warm black and slightly curly, reaching down just far enough to brush his chin, and even curlier, his public hair is trimmed into a small, vaguely triangle-shaped bush. He is grinning wolfishly, and his maroon eyes are glittering with mischief, a finger pulling his cunt open to expose more of the pink flesh.]
Wat the hell is this
Why would you send this
wanted to show you my sick cut
don’t i look hot as hell
What the hell does that have to do with a haircut?
I do not want to see your horrid little human
body without clothes to protect my eyes.
Never send me anything like this again.
k
1164.jpg sent at 11:06 pm
[An image of the same man as the previous one. In this picture, he is lying down on his front, taking a selfie of his naked back with his left hand. His face is in the frame, staring at the camera with seductive, half-lidded eyes obscured by black delicate eyelashes, and his mouth is quirked upwards into a wisenheimer smirk. Slender shoulders block the upper part of his pale back, but his sylphlike lower back is completely exposed to the camera, snake-hipped and willowy. His well-proportioned ass, nicely curved and seemingly nice to grope, is also in the frame, along with long, practically hairless legs, which are crossed over each other in the air. The angle of the camera makes it obvious that the man is very tall, stretching at somewhere over six feet.]
Calling Human Bitchboy...
“Hi, Melly!” Sam chirped out, voice smug through the shitty speakers of Melpomania’s phone. “You liked my photos?” She could imagine the way he was smiling, so pleased with how he teased her, coaxing her bulge out of its sheath with his annoyingly handsome face and even more annoying body, pale and slim and so easily bruisable if Mel could just get her hands on it.
“Don’t ‘Melly’ me, you little whore,” angrily snarled out Melpom, grip on her desk so tight that the oak wood cracked under her strong fist. “Why the hell did you think sending that to me was a good idea?”
Instead of being even slightly intimidated by the rage in Melpom’s voice, or acting with even the slightest sense of dignity, Sam only let out an amused laugh followed by a soft gasp. “It was a great idea, baby. You get so angry, but I can tell that it’s just because you’re in denial about how attractive you find me.” Another moan, and if Melpomania strained to hear it, there were slick noises squelching in the background.
“Are you fucking masturbating?” she growled, voice incredulous and scandalized, and yet, spreading magenta slick all over her pants, her bulge thrashed at the thought of that horridly pretty man with his slender fingers shoved up his cunt, biting his thin pink lip as he pleasured himself like a whore.
“Yeah,” Sam replied huskily. “I am. You like it, don’t you? You’re such a perv, Melly, it’s actually kind of pathetic.” Voice lilting, he sounded amused, so much so that it started a raging fire inside of Melpom. She couldn’t tell whether she wanted to punch Sam or grope him so harshly that he cried.
An irked hiss escaped from her mouth. “Perv? If anything, you’re the creep. I’m certainly not the one sending unsolicited nudes.”
“You didn’t say you hated it,” teased Sam in a smug sing-song voice, completely ignoring Melpom’s accusation in favour of acting like a bitch. “Oh, before you say it, I know you liked it. If you didn’t, which I seriously doubt, send me a picture of what exactly is hiding in your pants and we’ll see who’s the real pervert.”
Sputtering angrily, Melpomania was at a loss of words. On one hand, there was no way for her to hide the brightly-coloured mess staining her pants to take a picture, but she certainly didn’t want to admit to Sam her sorry, turned-on state. That bitch didn’t need even more ego fuel. “Why, why the hell would I do that? I don’t owe you anything, I could just block your slutty ass!” she finally managed to spit out, ignoring the way her face was red and hot.
Voice tinny and low-quality through the shitty speakers, Sam hummed mock-thoughtfully. “Then,” he spoke to Melpom in a soft, sweet tone. “You don’t get to see the video I’m about to make where I shove a vibrator against that ‘slutty’ hole you seem so worked up about and cum so hard I see stars. Or, you can send me a picture of that wonderful cock of yours and stop denying how turned on I make you, and we both get what we want.”
Letting out a frustrated hiss through her sharp teeth, Melpom’s fists clenched in anger, and before she could accidentally shatter her phone, she quickly jabbed her thumb at the bright screen, hanging up on the other boy. She threw the phone into her bed as it beeped, fins twitching angrily as she stood in the middle of her bedroom, consumed with fury towards the pretty dark-haired boy filling her notifications.
Human Bitchboy
:((((((((((((((((((
why you so mean to me
im providing you with amazing material for your spank bank lol
mel
mel
mel
mel
mellllllllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyy!
102.jpg sent at 11:10 pm
[An image of a long, thick tentacle held in feminine, manicured hands with pale pink nail polish. The tentacle is bright magenta and seems to have left a translucent slick of the same colour all over the woman’s thighs and hand, staining a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans that are in the frame. The zipper of the jeans is open to let the tentacle out from where it curls out of a large pink slit on the owner's crotch, and the tentacle is eagerly curling around the fingers of her hand.]
thank you ;D
im already drooling so much from thinking
bout that giant cock of yours melly
so big and delicious
i wish i could choke on it
Fj039109a.mp4 sent at 11:17 pm
[A 60-second video featuring the same raven-haired man from the previous two images. He is once again lying on his back with a leg held over his head, but now, there is a white magic wand vibrator in his hand. Turning the wand on, he presses it to his cunt, instantly letting out a sluttish moan. His eyes roll into the back of his head, legs twitching and toes curling as the vibrations run throughout his body and right against his clit, coaxing out even more whimpers and moans. At 20 seconds, the man turns the wand up a level, making the vibrations audible for the metallic recording of what must be a phone, and his reaction becomes more visceral and erotic, tossing his head back and forcefully pressing it into the bed. By the 40 second mark, the man is trembling so much he is practically seizing, a mindless grin plastered on his helpless face. 2 seconds later, he lets out a piercing scream and orgasms, back arching as his legs shake in the air. His orgasm lasts for 12 seconds, during which he drops the wand, which is still vibrating. At the 55 second mark, he finally stops quaking and collapses in the bed, looking at the camera with tired maroon eyes. Reaching over to turn off the wand, rendering the room where the video recorded quiet, the man flashes a peace sign at the camera, looking exhausted yet smugly satisfied. Voice ragged and slightly grainy from the bad audio quality, the man addresses the camera at the 57-second mark, speaking in a low, ragged voice, “Hey Melly. Hope this gets your rocks off!” The video ends with the man winking at the camera, hinting at some sort of editing where he cut out actually turning off the camera.]
Melpom groaned out in frustration, watching the video in her DMs, before pulling down her pants.
Notes:
This was a little different from what my writing usually looks like, being based on those descriptions you find in the comments on fanart+probably other visual mediums (idk i live in tumblr fandom circles and do not venture on twitter). I'm very proud :O :D
Next is Daddy Kink and Fisting.
Chapter 5: Day 4 - Daddy Kink, Fisting
Summary:
Prompt: Daddy Kink and Fisting
Characters: Ender Van Gaffer and Jason Johnson
Fandom: Original Work
Warnings: Age Difference (18-year old with 36-year-old)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Ender! There you are!” A gruff voice, lilted with delight, called out from behind the front doors of a large suburban home, slightly muffled through the sturdy wooden door. A moment later, a handsome, scruffy man opened the door, grinning at Ender with shiny hazel eyes and a full beard.
“Hi Mr. Johnson,” Ender replied shyly, face blushing as Mr. Johnson patted him on the back goodheartedly and pulled him into his warm, welcoming single-family home with one large hand. There were wrinkles surrounding his eyes as he smiled at the teen, gesturing around animatedly as he toured Ender around the large house. “How’s your daughter, sir?”
“Good, good,” Jason said offhand, voice loud and booming in the way only a man his age would be. “Stephanie’s with her mother now, so it's just you and I tonight. I already ate with her, but I’ve got some food for you if you’d like to eat.”
Ender nodded eagerly. “Of course, Mr. Johnson! Thanks a lot!” Nodding approvingly, Jason’s hand slid down Ender’s side to pat on his thigh, the younger man now pressed right up against him.
“Let me just set the utensils then.”
Mr. Johnson was a really, really great cook, and Ender really liked his food, but it was really hard to chew on steak and not choke when a hard cock was pressed flush against his ass, occasionally prodding at his most sensitive spots. He wasn’t sure why he agreed to sit in Mr. Johnson’s lap, but it was clearly a bad idea from how turned on it made him. Intermittently, the cock poked at his taint, pressed in between his asscheeks, and Ender’s hole spasmed frantically, squeezing on nothing as the teen imagined that thick length balls deep inside him, splitting his small body with hard, powerful thrusts. His hands trembled slightly as his cock hardened inside his underwear, hot breath caressing his neck from where Mr. Johnson’s face was tucked. His sturdy arms bracketed Ender’s waist, keeping him trapped as he squirmed in his lap, unintentionally grinding on the older man.
Making a soft hum from beside Ender’s ear, one of Mr. Johnson’s hands slid down to rest on his inner thigh, subtly groping him under the table. “I hope you like the meal,” he said in a soft voice, panting slightly.
“I did, Mr. Johnson,” Ender managed to choke out as Mr. Johnson’s hand slowly crept under his shorts, gently pulled away the thin fabric of his underwear, and started rubbing at his small cock. “You’re a really good cook, sir.” His voice slurred slightly as he was slowly jerked off with large, rough hands, calloused from years of hard work with plants, and it was soft and meek. His hands gripped his utensils tightly, forcing down the moans his body was threatening to make.
Mr. Johnson paused suddenly, hand still, tough nails digging into his hips threateningly. “I thought I taught you the correct way to address me,” he stated lowly, the slightest warning present in his tone. Hands tightening on his utensils, Ender flinched as a hand slid down to harshly squeeze at his ass.
“I’m sorry…” Ender trailed off, face red and flushing as Mr. Johnson stared at the teen expectantly. “Daddy…” Mr. Johnson nodded with approval, face smug as he continued to grope his ass with greedy hands, hand-making small jerking movements up and down his cock.
“Good boy,” he purred in a rough, baritone voice, sending humiliating shivers down Ender’s spine as he kissed the back of his neck. “Now, sweetheart, why don’t you finish eating so I can make you feel very, very good.”
“Ooh! Daddy!” Ender shrieked into the pillow, voice high and filled with ecstasy as Mr. Johnson shoved a fourth finger into his greedy hole, relentlessly hammering his poor prostate stupid. Four fingers grind into the sensitive little spot as Ender screamed and cried out in pleasure, hole weakly fluttering around the wide intrusion as he twitches and shakes uncontrollably, and his face slammed downwards, smothered by the pillow, as he came again, cock squirting a clear white liquid into the already filthy, soaked mattress. “Daddy, please!” he cried out desperately, though it was unclear whether Ender wanted Mr. Johnson to stop milking his prostate with steady, deliberate hands or to escalate even further. His cock was soft and overly sensitive from coming again and again without pause, but Mr. Johnson just kept fingering him, coaxing out shameful moans and piteous shrieks out of the poor overstimulated boy.
“Aw, you like that, sweetheart?” he cooed mockingly, a large hand savagely grasping the fat of Ender’s thighs and spreading it to expose his stretched hole. "I bet you do, moaning like a bitch like that. Your ass yields to my fingers so easily, it’s practically begging to be stuffed so full I’ll leave you gaping.”
“Daddy!” Ender gasped weakly, voice raspy from screaming his lungs out. Mr. Johnson thumbed at the red, stretched rim of his struggling hole around his fingers, smirking as he pulled at the angry, straining flesh with the pad of his thumb as Ender sobbed quietly. Mr. Johnson was painfully stretching the poor boy to his limit, leaving Ender’s hole struggling and failing to close back to its original tightness, stopped by thick fingers forcefully stuffed inside him and cruelly forcing themselves into soft, sensitive flesh, but at least he had stopped the abuse of his prostate, legs weak and limp from the older man’s relentless attack of his most easily affected spots.
“You think I could fit my fist inside this slutty hole?” Mr. Johnson asked, his gravelly voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and devilry as his thumb continued to play with the worn hole, drawing out quiet, horse squeaks from Ender. With his free hand, Mr. Johnson lightly swatted at his ass to get his attention, the soft fat jiggling slightly as he forced Ender out of the fuzzy substate that he had fallen in. “It’s taken so much already. I wonder if it can take even more.” Ender’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as fingers once again slammed into his prostate, letting out a harsh moan at the thought of Mr. Johnson’s entire fist forcefully shoved up his ass. His fingers curled, scrunching up the blankets as his hole was slowly stretched even further. “Ender,” he called out to the boy, voice stern yet patient as Ender weakly looked up with teary eyes. “You have to tell me whether I can put my fist in.”
Ender nodded weakly, collapsing back into the mattress. “Yes, Daddy,” he whimpered, desperate to be ruined. “I want it…”
Mr. Johnson’s fist was so huge. Ender cried with weak, hoarse lungs as the older man carefully fucked him with his clenched hand, brushing against his prostate with every movement of his arm. “Daddy,” he rasped out, voice barely even audible. His eyes were blown out and unfocused, totally out of it, and his chin was slightly wet with drool. Even still, his hips rocked against the giant fist embedded in him, the slightest moans dripping from his mouth. A few moments later, he came again, shaking slightly as his cock released nothing, so worn he was dry-orgasming.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?” Mr. Johnson said, running a gentle hand down his back.
“Mmhm,” was all that Ender could say, eyes half-lidded and full of exhaustion. With a slick squelching sound, the fist was out of his ass, leaving Ender feeling underwhelmed and empty. A moment later, a large metal buttplug was pushed back in, and he let out a soft, contented sigh, closing his eyes as he curled up into the bed.
Mr. Johnson sighed fondly at the young man lying prone on his bed, body exhausted and limp as he ran his clean hand through Ender’s fluffy hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart.”
Notes:
Not much to say about this lol. Drink some water? It’s good for you.
Next is Asphyxiation and Size Difference.
Chapter 6: Day 5 - Asphyxiation, Size Difference
Summary:
Prompt: Asphyxiation and Size Difference
Characters: The Core and Zane. The Core’s pronouns are they/them
Fandom: Original Work
Background: The Core is part of my Zodiac series, a bunch of non-binary aliens who were subjected to a solar-wide radioactive accident and became super-batteries being chased by an evil bee empire. Zane's just some superhuman experiment gone wrong and thus flung far into space.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Yeah, press your hand right against there, yeah, like that.” Zane’s face was relaxed and peaceful, eyes closed as the Core lightly pressed their large, stone-like fingers against the human’s carotid artery, tilting his head slightly to the side. Their hand practically engulfed the human’s pale neck, exaggerated the smallness of his thin, bony hands as they rested on the Core’s arm, guiding it to where it would be safest for them to choke him, and it almost made them freeze up at just how delicate Zane was compared to them, how easy it would be for them to hurt him. Still, Zane was calm, relaxing in their grip as he showed the Core the best way to choke him, and it didn’t phase him in the slightest.
“Make sure to keep your hand up so I can see if you gesture.” Slightly inhibited by their hand on his neck, Zane nodded eagerly, both of his hands now resting on the Core’s wrists.
“I will, I will,” he insisted, voice impatient. “Just choke me, please.”
Palm lightly brushing against his trachea, the Core placed the slightest bit of pressure against his tiny carotid artery, cutting off his blood. Almost instantly, Zane’s eyes went fuzzy and unfocused, delicate fingers digging slightly into their tough, impenetrable skin, but he didn’t resist, breaths weak and shaky.
“Harder,” he croaked out, making eye contact with the Core, ice-blue eyes soft and smouldering. “I need it.” They pressed harder against the delicate vein, and Zane’s pulse fluttered under their fingers, snow-pale face quickly turning a splotchy red as his fingers curled against their arms. The moment he started weakly squirming in the Core’s lap, they let up on the pressure, and Zane desperately gasped, forcing air into his oxygen-deprived body. His eyes were wide and euphoric, hands tight on their shoulders to keep him from toppling over in a disoriented mess, and there was a slight rasp to the way he breathed.
“ Are you ok? You don’t look so good. ” The Core’s arms slid down Zane’s pale body to hold his weak body up, hands completely engulfing his thin hips. His gasps were stronger now, more even as his lean, muscular stomach expanded and contracted while breathing, and he looked up at the Core with aroused, sultry eyes and wet, tented underwear.
“I’m good,” Zane insisted confidently, small hands yanking at his wrists to try and move their hands back to his throat, though the Core’s large size rendered him immovable to his slender human hands, so instead he stared at them with begging eyes, silently pleading to be choked. “I need it harder. Please.” The Core sighed, but they gently placed their hand on his neck, completely engulfing the area with their giant appendage, and Zane nodded approvingly. “Don’t be gentle with me. I can take it, and I know what my limits are.”
In a moment, the Core’s large finger firmly pressed against his carotid, and Zane went red again, struggling to breathe through the strong grip on his neck. His hands slid up to grab at the arm choking him, nails digging into their steel gray skin leaving barely-there crescent marks on their forearm, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he smiled mindlessly, brainless from the lack of oxygen going to his brain. As his lips began to turn blue, he snapped his fingers, and the Core released his throat.
Moaning weakly, Zane’s ice blue eyes rolled into the back of his skull as endorphins hit his brain in a euphoric rush, rendering his slim body twitching in ecstasy. Drool ran down his sharp chin as he gasped desperately, but needily grabbing the Core’s arms with tiny, shaking hands, he whimpered out a, “More!” to the giant choking him, grinding his hips to chase a quickly impending orgasm by their hands.
The Core didn’t want to hurt Zane, but it was rather beautiful to see the usually cold, resolute human rendered so mindless and stupid, begging to be choked and hurt. Already, there was a bright red bruise on the skin above his carotid, soon to be an ugly blackish-blue splotch in just a few hours, but Zane seemed determined to make his entire neck a morbid sunset.
Being weak to all of his human’s desires, the Core reluctantly choked him again, letting go the moment Zane snapped his fingers again, lips bluish and eyes fuzzy. It seemed to be enough for Zane’s poor anaerobic brain, the rush and the lightheadedness amalgamating to create a rapturous mess of pain and pleasure, and he came with a silent gasp, drenching his boxers as they stuck to his dick with a dark stain. He continued to shake in orgasm for almost a minute after, teeth clenched so aggressively that he almost looked in pain.
The moment he came down from his orgasm, he collapsed into the Core’s arms, limp as they carried him to the bathroom, and once he was praised, cleaned, had his injuries tended after, fed, and clothed in a soft blanket, they lie down with him on their bed, tiny, slender frame comfortably pressed against their mountain of a body. Usually, Zane would talk about what they liked, but his voice was still weak and raspy, so they instead laid in comfortable silence as the Core held him, quietly whispering praise into the human’s ear. Zane fell asleep almost immediately, breaths steady and undisturbed as his chest rose and fell in even beats.
Notes:
Hey ladies (gender-neutral), sorry that this isn’t quite as long as some of my other chapters, but this one was very hard, but fun, to write, being both about BDSM and a life-threatening activity, and I honestly think this was really good, especially for how little I know about the human body (I am stupid). Also, the Core is nonbinary and has no gender, and if I did something wrong with how I portrayed them, please tell me. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed it! This was fun :)
Next is Healing/Comfort Sex.
Chapter 7: Day 6 - Comfort Sex
Summary:
Prompt: Healing/Comfort Sex
Characters: Dave and Kira
Fandom: Original Work
Background: Dave is some Voltron-esque anime chosen one and Kira is a Zuko former villain type with Daddy issues, and also part of the five-man band of heroes detained to defeat the evil empire. It's sort of like that one season of Digimon where the villain is actually one of the DigiDestined and the brother of one of the main characters, but his physical body wasn't actually in the Digital World and the season ended with the brother running to his coma bed in the real world, except there's no physical body or coma drama, and the brother isn't a Digidestined.
Do you remember that one? I do.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
There’s a knock at his door.
“Hell do you want?” Kira grumbled out, voice muffled in his pillow as he pressed his wet, tear-streaked face in the soft, cumulus fabric. Throat aching and hurt as he forced words out of his mouth, his head throbbed harshly, eyes red and puffy as he hid from the bright light of the lanterns, headache intense and pulsating as Kira tried to hide from the world. From the way the soft white fabric was smothering all of his features, hiding them away from the word, it was a little more difficult to breathe through his stuffy nose, which didn’t help the uneasy tightness residing in his chest and the tense muscles of his body. Another knock on his door, he whined tiredly at the loud noise.
“Kira?” called out a deep voice from outside, filled with worry as he waited outside the door. Kira let out a long sigh into his pillow, blindly grabbing at another pillow to press to his ears. “Are you ok?”
“Leave me alone!” he loudly snarled into his cushion, throat raspy and irritable as he snapped at the man outside, acting young and emotional like a teenage boy. Hands scrunching up the fabric, Kira took a deep, raspy breath in an attempt to undo the twisting feeling in his chest. A moment later, the door creaked open, casting bright lights onto Kira’s aching, sensitive eyes. Moaning quietly, he curled up into a ball, turning his back away from the man walking into the room, the door quickly swinging shut and blocking out the light again. The bed creaked quietly, sinking down as Dave sat down, sliding a warm hand to rub at Kira’s tense shoulders.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Dave asked gently, kindly rubbing the aching boy as he whimpered into the pillow.
“Leave me alone,” Kira whined out again, but the anger seemed to have melted out of him, voice tired and raspy as he stayed lax on the messy bed he laid on, body refusing to move a mussel, leaving only an exhausted sort of misery. “I don’t want to talk about it, what the hell do you think,” he groaned. Dave, sitting beside him, simply sighed in an acquiescing tone, running firm, warm fingers through Kira’s sweaty, tangled hair, careful not to pull at the raven black locks.
“Ok,” he stated simply, careful ministrations distracting Kira from the aching in his body and his face and his brain, and he let out a satisfied groan as Dave managed to undo a particularly annoying knot in his upper left shoulder. “Are you hurt? There’s a medkit in the bathroom, I can get it in a second if you want me to.”
Curling up into a ball, Kira huffed, quietly, trying to ignore the man brushing his sweaty hair out of his damp face, but a moment later, he whined painfully and gingerly stretched out his right leg, ankle swollen and bright red underneath his loose grey sweatpants. “I think my ankle is twisted,” he mumbled out, voice meek as he confessed to the injury. Dave’s hand slid down to gently poke at the sensitive flesh, cringing slightly when Kira whimpered pitifully at the touch. “Sorry.”
“Hey, it’s fine,” Dave replied reassuringly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his clammy forehead, then down to the aching spaces under Kira's eyes, sore from the large amounts of uncontrollable crying he had done. “I’m going to go get an ice pack, and while I do that, why don’t we use one of those pillows to elevate your foot, yeah?” Nodding tiredly, Kira just hid his face in the mattress, not resisting when Dave moved his leg to rest on one of the more puffy pillows he owned, and his body stayed slack and pliable as Dave left to grab the medical kit. Just a second later, he was back, wrapping the ankle in an elastic with skillful, deft hands, and then laid a cool ice pack on the tender muscles.
“There we go,” he stated, voice filled with satisfaction as he fluffed up the pillows Kira was resting on. “If it’s still hurting, I can find you some medicine, but I know you don’t like to take those sorts of things.” Letting out a quiet hum, Kira tossed back his messy, tear-streaked face to level Dave with another tired glare, its effects lessened by the way he melted into the other man’s touch as he ran his hands through his hair, eyes fluttering closed.
“Yeah,” he responded gruffly, voice still raspy from all of the sobbing. “Needing pain meds implies I can’t take the pain.” Words barely audible to Dave’s attentive ears, the way Kira spoke made it difficult to see whether he was speaking to the other man or to himself, and the moment they escaped his frowning, bitten mouth, Kira became unnaturally quiet, an almost awkward silence, filled with some shameful emotion or other, engulfing the room. “Sorry,” he blurted out eventually, hands clenching and then unclenching in a stressed movement. There was a far-away expression on his face, filled with shame and discontentment and longing.
“Don’t be sorry. You know why that way of thinking is wrong, and I know that you know. It’s just compulsive, I guess,” suggested Dave wisely as, carefully inching his legs onto the small one-person mattress, he made a somewhat successful attempt to lie down next to Kira, carefully tangling their legs together around his twisted ankle, and pressed the other man’s hot, wet face into the crook of his neck.
“Why are you like this?” Kira whined, voice exasperated as he stiffly cuddled into Dave.
“What do you mean?”
Groaning loudly, Kira tossed his hands up in mild annoyance, face twisting into a frustrated frown. “Why are you just so understanding?” he exclaimed, hooking a leg around Dave’s knee in an attempt to close the small gap between them, and David, unable to help himself, let out a light little laugh, sneaking his hand under Kira’s head to let him rest on it and pressed a kiss to his hairline. “No, don’t laugh at me!” cried out Kira, playfully smacking him in the face. “I’m serious! I go and treat you like total shit, and you just ignore it and treat my injuries and try to cuddle me!”
“Yeah, because I love you?” Dave suggested obviously. “Of course I’m going to comfort you when dads act like total assholes to beautiful boys I love.”
Rolling his eyes at the loving words, Kira scoffed. “What he did wasn’t even that bad. He just told me that I’m a traitor and a disappointment of a son and that he adopted me with the intent to kill me once I reached my full potential! I’m fine!” he cried out, voice high and hysterical, and his mouth was pressed in a stiff line, suppressing a wobble as he spoke. Eyes full of sympathy, Dave wrapped his arms around Kira’s shoulders, rubbing them as the other man sniffled pitifully into the crook of his neck with unshed tears in his eye.
“Babe, coming from someone with a terrible relationship with his dad, it is that bad. You deserve to feel upset about it,” he cooed reassuringly, running skillful hands through long black locks, pressing his soft lips to scared skin. Kira sighed softly, leaning into the affectionate touches, but he still looked dejected and forlorn, laying his head aimlessly on Dave’s chest. Pressing his face into his sweet-smelling hair, Dave’s hand slowly inched down Kira’s body, stopping to lightly brush the inch of soft skin made exposed by his rumpled shirt. “This is obviously getting you down,” he stated huskily, kissing down his neck to the neat line of his collarbone. “Why don’t we distract you from that?”
Kira hummed thoughtfully. “Distracting me with sex?” he asked incredulously, but there was a mischievous glint in his bright, red-rimmed eyes, slender hands gripping at Dave’s shirt, and an amused smile on his face. His hands slide up to cup his face. “That’s rather indecent of you, David Ralani Lon.” Rolling onto his side, Dave grinned at Kira wolfishly as he carefully wriggled to straddle the other man, careful not to disturb his injured leg as he climbed on top of him.
“Yeah, it is,” he joked, voice light and cheery as he eagerly pressed their bodies together. “But that’s the fun in it.”
Notes:
I’ve been writing this for far too long due to personal life events that refused to let me write for several days, and I need to drop this for my own sanity, which is why there is no sex in my Comfort Sex. Otherwise, I’m pretty satisfied with this. Maybe I’ll write sex into my Kinktober prompt another day.
Next is Cunnilingus.
Chapter 8: Day 7 - Cunnilingus
Summary:
Prompt: Cunnilingus
Characters: Calalily Gladio and Zefyr Hurrican
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
There’d been a question that had haunted Zefyr from the moment he had started dating Calalily, one that would, ever so often, pop up in his mind in all of its salacious glory and proceed to harass Zefyr for the rest of the day. What would Calalily taste like? Most of the time, Zefyr simply ignored it, perfectly content to love and show affection to his sweet boyfriend in the chastest of ways, but even then, it whispered silently in the back of his head.
“Like this?” Calalily asked nervously, staring down at Zefyr with wide, embarrassed green eyes as he spread his legs on the couch, one slender ankle hooked over the couch pillow. Zefyr let out a harsh sigh, eyes wide as he stared at his hairless cunt, dripping wet with just the palest sliver of sensitive flesh peeking out from in between the folds. He looked almost ethereal lying there on the couch, long, wavy hair framing his beautiful face like a dark halo. Nodding eagerly, Zefyr cautiously pressed a hand to his raised leg, heedful of Calalily’s expression as he pressed gentle kisses to the untouched, unblemished backside of his thigh, fondly nuzzling the baby-soft skin.
“Just like that, baby,” he purred, voice husky as he kissed lower and lower down his body, hands guiding Calalily’s legs even higher to expose even more of his ass and thighs. Above him, Calalily let out tiny gasps at the feather-light ministrations, and his face was red with both bashfulness and arousal. “God, you’re perfect.”
Eventually, Zefyr’s head was resting on Calalily’s thigh where it lay on the couch cushions, face right to the sweet hole as he sat on his knees. “Are you gonna…” Calalily trailed off, unconsciously moving his legs to make more room for the other boy as he stared down at him.
“If you want,” replied Zefyr reverently. Nodding shyly, Calalily slid a hand to grasp at Zefyr’s feathery blue hair, quietly guiding him even closer to his glistening hole. Spreading the pale lips of Calalily’s cunt with his fingers, Zefyr ran his snake-tipped tongue across the sensitive flesh, lapping up the sweet pools of slick that had accumulated, and flicked his clit, drawing a soft moan from his mouth.
Apparently, Calalily tasted sugar-sweet yet tart at the same time, like a caramel apple. Weird.
Notes:
This was very mediocre and barely had anything to do with the prompt, sorry. It was kinda tiring and hard to write for some reason, and I’m starting to think I have some sort of unconscious problem with this specific couple. Deffo will not be doing them again.
Next is Titfucking.
Chapter 9: Day 8 - Titfucking
Summary:
Prompt: Titficking
Characters: Damon Lalonde and Cogni Atheni
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“We’re out of eggs,” Cogni stated casually. “We’ll probably need bread too.” The nonchalance she displayed was especially strange when juxtaposed to her position, kneeling down on the floor in between Damon’s legs, shirt undid to expose the smooth, chalky skin of her chest and the ample curve of her plump, perky breasts, split half-and-half in a dark, almost midnight, grey and light silver. Broad, calloused hands easily undid Damon’s pants and pulled down his boxers, barely reacting when his cock, hefty and obscenely big, tilting slightly to the left, slapped against the velvet skin of her breast with a wet, audible sound. “I’m thinking that after I finish with the code for the Code Electricity website we can go to the supermarket and get groceries.”
Gulping loudly, Damon looked down at Cogni with wide wine-purple eyes, face flushed darkly as she cupped her perky tits, and she pressed the velvety fat against his quickly perking erection, the soft mounds jiggling slightly when he unconsciously thrusted against the silky, warm touch. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he spat out, eyes fluttering spastically. Damon choked down a small gasp when Cogni squeezed her breasts tightly, rocking her body to move them up and down his cock. “I think Sam might come tomorrow. We should get cookies too. I think we’re out of the good flavours.”
By now, his hips were thrusting into her bosom uncontrollably, the tip of his cock eagerly pressing against her thin black lips every time he rolled his hips. Cogni, ever the unphased, simply lapped at his slit, dribbling slightly with salty precum, with her clever snake-tipped tongue in little kitten licks, teasing the aching hard member with light, wet touches and slowly covering the head with saliva. She had stopped moving her body then, perfectly content to sit there and let Damon desperately fuck the pillowy mounds tightly wrapped around his dick.
“Sam likes the lemon flavour, and we still have plenty of those,” Cogni replied, voice slightly lispy as she flattened her tongue to let Damon’s cock sloppily grind against the wet organ, and he moaned loudly, eyes squeezed shut. “Ooh, we could get apples and make that really tasty apple cake,” she suggested, humming slightly when his cock twitched against her soft, saliva-shiny lips, and Damon let out a tiny whimper when Cogni sucked hard on the sensitive head, tongue caressing the pink tip.
Tall, aching erection easily sliding in between the soft, supple breasts wrapped around it, Damon’s toes curled, purple eyes sliding into the back of his head. In a strained, breathy voice, he moaned out, “Yeah! We can totally do th-aht !” and with a hard thrust, Damon came all over Cogni’s face, smearing her pasty skin streaks of salty, offwhite semen. Her golden eyes closed behind coarse, raven-black lashes, her sharp face scrunching up at the onslaught of white.
“Well, you could have warned me about that,” she drawled out suddenly, lifting a broad, manicured hand to wipe some of the cum off her face, and her slender, fuzzy eyebrow raised.
Unable to help himself, Damon let out a breathless giggle, brain drunk on endorphins and fuzzy from his orgasm, and tossed his head back to look at the bumpy white ceiling. “Yeah, I probably should’ve.”
Notes:
I love boobs as much as the next person, but I had a lot of trouble finding adjectives to describe them that weren't basically ‘sexy, perky, and very large. Also, titfucking feels a little bit hentai-like lol. Just not very realistic, but I did have fun!
Next is Hybrids, Sleepy Sex, and Begging.
Chapter 10: Day 9 - Hybrids, Sleepy Sex, Begging
Summary:
Prompt: Hybrids, Sleepy Sex, and Begging
Characters: Lena Problems and Choco Valkano
Fandom: Original Work
Background: Me and my friend's OCs for a Minecraft AU. I've been getting into the game.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Val?” a soft, meek voice whispered into Choco’s ear, tiny, padded hands gently shaking him awake. Choco groaned tiredly, pushing away the tiny hands in favor of curling deeper into the comfy bed, piles of heavy, lanose blankets drenching him in warmth and a soft sense of safety, and he buried his face in the cool white fabric of his pillow, hiding from the soft glow of the fire from across the room. Vaguely, through the snail-slow movements of Choco’s brain, thoughts swimming through a thick sea of molasses, he registered that the petite hands trying to wake him from his slumber belonged to Lena. “Val!” They moaned out, voice strained and frustrated, for some reason, and the cat hybrid continued to shake Choco, much to his chagrin.
“‘Hell you want, pussy-boy,” tiredly grumbled Choco, deep voice gravely and slightly muffled from the pillow he was shoving in his face. “I’m trying to sleep here, goddammit.”
“Sorry,” Lena whispered quietly, sounding rather apologetic. “It just really hurts, Val. I need you,” they whined, and Choco could feel their crotch pressed against his thigh, hear the tiny, needy whimpers escaping their mouth. Their hand was still on his shoulder, catlike claws just barely brushing against his bare skin.
Choco groaned loudly, clearly annoyed by his temporary roommate, but he rolled onto his back and yanked down the blankets, a disgruntled moan slipping out his mouth as the cold winter air hit his body. Instantly, Lena was on his body, pressing themselves to Choco with their entire frame, similar to the way his cats would tuck their tiny, fluffy bodies against him with affectionate earnestness. A warm, padded hand traced his abs, creeping down to pull out Choco’s still-soft dick out from his boxer, and hiking a muscular leg over his chest, Lena nuzzled the wrinkled organ with soft, unchapped lips, wet noises barely in earshot as they kissed the warm flesh.
Soon after, a rough, dry tongue was eagerly sliding down against his dick, tiny hands carefully guiding it down their drooling mouth to slide with the papillae of their tongue. Choco let out an approved hum when Lena shoved half of his length down their throat, eyes heavy as he lay limp, cock wrapped in a hot, wet warmth and being caressed by a strangely soothing tongue, and brain fuzzy and melting, he allowed the wet sensation to lull him into a state that was neither awake nor asleep.
Choco was so sleepy that when Lena removed their mouth from their dick, repositioning themselves to straddle over the rock-hard member, he barely even noticed. Reaching a hand behind them to wrap around the organ, Lena gently guided his cock to press against their hole, and with a soft groan, Choco’s cock slipped inside of them. Lena’s hole was wet and tight, flesh deliciously squeezing around his cock, and through the soft cloud of sleep obscuring Choco’s senses, he let out a soft moan as Lena began to rock their hips down, riding him desperately through their heat. Just barely, Choco could hear the soft moans that slipped out of their mouth, so obviously enjoying his cock.
“Val!” Lena gasped, padded fingers digging so tightly into his hips that Choco was vaguely worried that there would be bruises in the morning. “Please, let me come, please!” Their hole squeezed desperately around his cock, coaxing Choco to let out a strained breath, and his eyes fluttered sporadically.
He was still a little bitter about being woken up so early, but the sex was pretty nice.
Notes:
It has come out that I am a catboy (no gender edition).
Next is Lingerie and Aphrodisiacs.
Chapter 11: Day 10 - Lingerie, Aphrodisiacs
Summary:
Prompt: Lingerie and Aphrodisiacs
Characters: Moarte and Zori
Fandom: Original Work
Background: Zori is a son of the Sun Goddess (lol) and Moarte is an acolyte of the God of Death
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
There’s a man in Zori’s bed.
“Hey,” called out Moarte, voice low and husky, a smug grin on his face as he lounged there, relaxed and self-satisfied as he looked up at Zori.
Usually, this would be great, because a man in his bed tended to mean that Zori would eventually end up on his knees, face pressed into the mattress, and his hole absolutely destroyed by his cock, and Zori really enjoyed those things. However, while walking through the forest, a flower Zori didn’t recognize exploded in his face, covering the young godling in its bright yellow pollen, and now every part of his body hurt, aching and intensely sensitive under his robes.
Every brush of cloth on his erect nipples forced a squeak to escape his mouth, and his cock, rock-hard and throbbing painfully, was practically tortured as it rubbed against his lacey panties, the soft, velvety fabric unable to provide the friction he needed to satisfy his sensitive state, only working him up even more. Zori now regretted wearing the gorgeous see-through lingerie that perfectly accented his curves because the flowy skirt of the baby doll only teased him with light, tortuous brushes against his skin and nipples, and the lace garter panties that hugged his thighs kept yanking at the sensitive curves of his hips, the texture of the lace rubbing the nerves raw.
If Moarte offered to help relieve him in this aching, needy condition, Zori wouldn’t be able to say no, and then he would be fucked so good, rendered so brainless, that he would be his forever.
“Hello. What are you doing here?” Zori managed to ask out calmly, thighs desperately rubbing together, turned on and just barely in control of his limbs. A shaky hand lifted up to wipe his sweat-slicked forehead, breaths shaky and uneven as he looked down at Moarte.
Still smirking complacently, Moarte raised a slender leg up in a dramatic fashion, curling it in Zori’s direction. “I’m here to make love to the beautiful son of the Sun Goddess!” he exclaimed with even more flair, tossing his head back dramatically as he motioned for the other man to join him in the bed. “By the way, what’s the weird yellow stuff smeared all over your face? If it’s a weird sun god makeup thing, I don’t get it, but you still look hot!”
Zori stifled a whine as he tried to wipe the pollen off his face, his other hand unconsciously reaching to yank down his robes self-consciously. “It’s just pollen. Stained my whole face,” he told him curtly, voice strained and high as he tried desperately to keep composure.
For a moment, Moarte just stared at him with a strange reverence in his dark eyes, quiet as he laid on Zori’s bed. “You’ve got a boner,” he stated suddenly, locking Zori in a serious, lustful gaze as the poor godling stuttered messily, trying to deny his desperate state. “I can help relieve you,” offered Moarte, biting his thin, chapped lips gently.
Face a bright red and body squirming, Zori forced himself to shake his head insistently, regardless of how much his aching boner desperately wanted him to take Moarte on his offer. “No, I can’t. I don’t think I could survive you with my sanity intact, Sir Death,” he replied softly, hands fidgeting with the thick white robes covering his oversensitive, needy body.
“I could suck your dick for you,” he offered again, voice a little more insistent as he looked up at Zori with hungry, prurient eyes. “Won’t even touch your ass, if that’s what you’re nervous about.” Zori was unsure if he was telling the truth, if Moarte’s restraint is strong enough not to take advantage of his neediness, but his body couldn’t take the torture anymore. His cock was desperate for relief as it pressed against his silk panties, hard and needy.
“Ok,” he finally relented, voice quiet and teary as he shuffled with wobbly legs to sit down on his bed. Zori whined as Moarte grabbed his hip with a firm hand, the pressure on his oversensitive forcing out a moan from his plump, peach-pink lips, and pulled the slender godling to his side. Gently pushing Zori onto his back, Moarte kissed his way down his slender, unblemished body, affectionately nosing the crook of his neck as he pulled up the flowy robes from Zori’s sweat-soaked body to expose the pale lace of his underclothes.
“Oh, look at these,” he cooed out in a high voice, filled with delight as he nuzzled the tented panties. Moarte kissed the soft insides of his thighs, tongue wetly tracing the pale skin, and Zori let out a ravished cry, toes curling in pleasure as his over-sexual skin was stimulated even further. His hands played with the thin straps of the garter as he lapped the salt off his skin, looking up at Zori with loving reverence. “You’re so sexy. Did you put them on for me?” Zori let out an indignant noise, face blushing and red, and weakly smacked Moarte. “Just teasing, sweetheart,” he purred sweetly, pausing to push Zori’s leg up as he lapped up the beads of sweat from the crook of his sensitive skin. “I just can’t believe how beautiful you look in them. It drives me crazy.”
Moarte pulled down his panties, grinning when Zori’s cock sprang out from under the thin fabric. He pressed velvety lips to the aching, blushing length, so red and swollen that it was almost purple, and it felt like the kiss of death.
Notes:
This prompt was great because it gave me the excuse to look at women in sexy underwear.
Next is Prostitution and Spanking.
Chapter 12: Day 11 - Prostitution, Spanking
Summary:
Prompt: Prostitution and Spanking
Character: Flow and Random Man named Dan
Fandom: Original Work
Warning: Underdiscused BDSM (One character does not know what BDSM acts he is agreeing to until the other character does the acts to him. No safewords used between the characters.)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“So you want me bent like this?” Flow asked, back arched as he bent over the soft cushion of the hotel bed, legs spread apart as he stood spread eagle on the tips of his toes. Standing right behind him, Dan grinned hungrily, staring at the tights, curvy ass, exposed right in front of him, and a large hand reached down to roughly grope the plush flesh, which bulged between his fingers.
“Yeah, just raise your ass a little more,” he instructed, voice thick and husky with arousal, and his cheshire grin just grew wider as Flow did as he ordered. “Great. Now, just stay still, and don’t peek!” Dan exclaimed cheerily, stepping away from Flow’s exposed body until he couldn’t see the john. “I’ll do all the work.”
Laughing nervously, Flow’s eyes darted in Dan's direction through the thick curtain of his hazel locks, flowing down like a waterfall and obscuring his vision. “Why can’t I peek? Not that I mind sitting around and doing nothing, but the way you said that really makes me nerv-aAH!” Flow’s sentence quickly cut off into a loud, pain-filled shriek as Dave violently spanked him with a heavy bamboo paddle, forcing the soft, pale flesh to jiggle, and left behind a harsh sting and a vicious red mark on his left asshcheek. “What the hell dude?!” he cried out, face snapping to stare at Dan with wide, shocked eyes, hands still clenched and rumpling up the blankets.
Dan frowned, letting out a mocking scoff at Flow’s surprised anger, and he rolled his eyes as he gripped the paddle tighter. “Hey whore,” he sneered with scorn in his deep voice. “I gave you a buncha’ money so I could do whatever I wanted with a fat ass bimbo bitch like you, so if I want to spank you until you cry to get my money’s worth, you are going to sit there and get spanked !”
Letting out a shaky exhale, Flow’s head fell down, unresisting and hesitant, as he turned away from Dan, face red with humiliation, but he nodded reluctantly, tanned muscles tensing in anticipation of the pain he was about to be subject to. Eagerly swinging the paddle back and forth, Dan grinned from where he stood behind him. “Good whore,” he cooed tauntingly, voice sadistic and hungry.
When Dan swung the paddle again, it was to Flow’s right side, making a loud slapping sound as it connected to the soft skin, and left yet another angry red mark on his ass. Flow let out a strangled, pitiful cry of pain and flinched, eyes squeezed shut. Dan was merciless, hitting his plump ass several times in quick succession, leaving brief, darker splotches before the next slap made Flow’s skin bloom with bright, angry color again. The blows from Dan’s paddle were even and hard, rocking Flow up on his toes, and he just wiggled and cried out in pain as Dan’s steady, skin-on-wood blows turned his ass from pale peach to pink to red.
For a moment, Dan stopped the spanking, reaching down to grab the reddened cheeks and squeeze, earning a quiet whimper from Flow, wet tears running down his face.
Still, his cock twitched at the savage sensation, at the sting from his hot, well-smacked ass, beginning to become erect as Flow buried his face in the soft fabric of the hotel bed and sobbed.
Notes:
Always ask consent before doing anything sex-related, and don’t take this as what I think is ok in real life!
Next is Drunken Sex.
Chapter 13: Day 12 - Drunken Sex
Summary:
Prompt: Drunken Sex
Characters: Percival and Gabriel
Fandom: Original Work
Warning: Dub-Con (One character is intoxicated, while the other character is sober), Alcohol, implied Alcoholism
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
A loud clinking noise rang throughout the room as Gabriel slammed an empty beer bottle down onto the limestone kitchen island, a crack running through the glass from the strength behind the movement. From where he was watching puppy documentaries, Percival looked up to see the thin man angrily pacing through the kitchen to open the wine cabinet, walking unsteadily on his feet as he struggled to pull open the door. He fumbled with a large bottle of white wine, clumsily grabbing a mug to pour some of the liquid into, before downing half of its contents in one gulp.
Percy sighed, voice filled with disappointment as Gabriel quickly finished half the bottle. “How much did you drink?” he asked tiredly, head flopping backwards to look at the intoxicated man as he stumbled around their house.
From across the room, Gabriel glared at him with angry, narrow emerald eyes. “What’zz it to you, asshole,” he slurred out, taking another gulp of his alcohol. “I’m a grown fucking man, I can do whatever da’ fuck I want. If I wanna drink, I’ma’ fawkin’ drink.” Stumbling across the room with uncoordinated, a bottle in his hand, Gabriel stood over Percy in a clumsy attempt to intimidate the larger man, arms bracketing his head, but the effect was greatly lessened by the alcohol tainting his breath and his spindly, easily overpowered figure, straddling Percy who was tall, athletic, and more far more muscular, strength in every limb of his body.
“I know,” Percy replied calmly, amber eyes melancholic and thoughtful as he looked up at the pitiful state of his… friend, eager to drown away his sorrows and drunk out of his mind. Gabriel’s clothes were dishevelled, eyes surrounded by shadowy bags, and if Percy strained to look, he could just see harsh, fist-shaped bruises badly covered by the half-buttoned dress shirt he had on. Hands bony and stomach almost grotesquely flat, Gabriel was noticeably skinny and Percy made a note to himself to start feeding him more. He was so obviously disoriented from the intoxication, so drunk that he could barely tell where he was, and so clearly degraded from the refined, slick-tongued businessman he usually presented himself as, all charm and debonair.
Percy just wanted to grab him and hide him away, force him to stop drinking and get him away from the monster of a man that led to his fall from grace, but Gabriel was right. He was a grown man, not an innocent, helpless damsel. “I just don’t want you to get sick, Gabe. If you get alcohol poisoning, you’ll feel even more shit in the morning.” A hand slowly creeping to the bottle of wine in Gabriel’s hand, he gently pried it out of his hand, leaving it to rest at the corner of the couch without a remark. Gabriel’s thin, bony hand helplessly trailed after the bottle, hovering over the couch, but he didn’t resist when, carefully pushing him to sit on the couch, Percy stood up and walked to the kitchen, quickly coming back to the other man with a large glass of water and some saltine crackers.
“Is 'dat for me?” Gabriel asked him with a slurred voice, staring at Percy with muddled, confused eyes, unsure at the kind gesture. Insistently pushing the objects into Gabriel’s hand, Percy nodded, and he smiled approvingly when the other man took a sip of ice-cold water. He watched patiently as Gabriel downed the rest of the water and quickly ate the crackers. “Thank you,” he said softly, and after Percival pried the glass of water out of his hands just as carefully as he did the wine, Gabriel slid his hands around his shoulders and tightly hugged himself.
“It’s nothing. Now, why don’t I help you get to bed?” Percy offered, kindly offering a hand to the disoriented drunk to lead him to his room, his other on the other man’s narrow shoulder, but Gabriel just whined, weakly attempting to pull Percy down onto the couch with you. Letting out an amused chuckle, Percy allowed himself to be pulled down next to Gabe, who tiredly laid his head on his muscular chest, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.
“I gotta' thank you for everything,” he mumbled nonsensically, callously placing a small hand on Percy’s tense, massive shoulder in an uncoordinated attempt at elegance. “You’ve done so much for me. I’m sorry.” His voice was soft and filled with guilt, green eyes glassy and filled with unshed tears, and Percival’s heart ached for the mess of a man drunk on his shoulder.
“Hey, hey,” he called out to Gabriel in a quiet voice, cupping his face gently to force the gloomy man to look at Percy. “Don’t thank me. I do this because I want to, not because you make me, and I chose this.”
Sighing softly, Gabriel smiled dopily, eyes warm and full of affection as he stared up at Percy, making his heart stutter and skip a beat. “Percy?”
“Yeah?” he responded, voice husky and slightly breathless as Gabriel rolled over to sit in his lap, groaning slightly at the dizziness brought by the action. A moment later, he was kissing Percy with intense, assertive motions, tongue pressing passionately against his own. He tasted like wine and the crackers that Percy made him eat, and for a second he lost his mind in the passion of it, in the sweet feeling of Gabriel’s mouth of his, his chapped lips, the barely-there scent of his cedarwood cologne, hidden beneath the heavy scent of alcohol. He just barely managed to gather his wits as Gabriel was unbuttoning his shirt, pressing warm hands against bare skin as he moaned softly.
“Gabe,” he gasped out, finally managing to pry the lust-fuelled demon away from his lips, though not due to lack of effort. “We can’t do this!”
Staring up at Percy with confused, begging eyes, Gabriel grasped at his open shirt desperately, hips rolling down on Percy’s beefy thigh in search of pleasure. “Why? I want this, and you want this too.” Voice clearly intoxicated yet sure, a hand slid down to aggressively grope at Percy’s quickly hardening cock. “I see the way you look at me. It makes Will so fucking angry, but I love it,” Gabriel purred seductively, head lying down on his chest as he pouted at the lack of touch.
“You’re, you're-” Percy stammered out breathlessly, unable to deny Gabriel’s accusations of adoration, especially with the harsh way he was rubbing at his hard cock, which tenderly ached to be relieved. “You’re drunk, Gabe! You can barely walk, you certainly can’t consent!” he exclaimed, a hand pushing his sweaty blond hair out of his eyes as Gabriel, ignoring his words, simply continued to push their bodies together, much to both Percy’s chagrin and delight.
Gabriel’s face wrinkled as he scowled childishly, looking up at the other man with a stubborn expression. “You’re literally being so fucking difficult right now,” he snarled out, clearly agitated. “I can literally feel your cock poking at my ass, and I want it in me right now!”
“Gabrie-” Percy started, but before he could protest, Gabriel slammed their mouths together again, all ferocious tongue and teeth as he kissed the other man with a passion that Percy hadn’t seen in him for such a long time. For the first time in what could be years, he looked alive, fire in his wide eyes and hands digging into the long, silky curls of Percy’s golden-blonde hair.
Hands tight on the other man’s hips, Percy moaned helplessly into his mouth, losing himself to the savage, needy way his first love touched him, overwhelming his sanity and his guilt and his common sense in favour of hot skin and erotic, fervid touches. He leaned in and returned the kiss, his tongue twirling messily along Gabriel’s and muffling his moans against his. In one deep, hot kiss, he relieved all of the tension he’d felt between them. When they finally separated, Percy was breathless, a thin line of saliva still connecting their mouths
He was putty in Gabriel’s sinful, burning touches as the other man abandoned his lips in favour of biting and sucking on his taut neck, avidly lapping up the streaks of sweat running down his neck. Slowly, eager to leave countless angry red marks down Percy’s throat and shoulders, Gabriel pressed soft kisses, tiny blemishes of heat, down his naked body, running his hot, wet tongue down his stomach and sucking even more hickeys on his abs, until he was sitting on the floor, resting his head on the other man’s thigh. Percy just stared at the impossibly sexy man sitting in between his thighs, looking up at him with lustful, intense eyes bursting with carnality.
Bony, uncalloused hands undid his trousers and quickly yanked down his underwear, humming approvingly when Percy’s dick popped out, hard and leaning slightly to the left. It wasn’t particularly thick, but it made up for that in a distinctly long length, and it’s beautifully pink head was slick with precum as Gabriel gently rubbed at it with his thumb, cupping the length with soft, clever hands. Percy groaned quietly as Gabriel’s hand started jerking up and down his length, smirking at him from on the floor, a hand stuffed down his pants.
Snake-tipped tongue cutely peeking out from his mouth, he pressed tiny kitten licks to the sensitive head, eagerly lapping up salty precum as it dripped down. A moment later, Gabriel swallowed as much of his cock as he possibly could, earning a low, happy grunt from Percival as he felt the warm, writhing muscle that was his tongue lap happily along his shaft, and his dick was suddenly enveloped by a pleasant heat, saliva dripping down his shaft from Gabriel drooling all over the large length.
A large, calloused hand reaching down to grasp at Gabriel’s short, messy hazel hair, Percy was unable to resist thrusting into his mouth, prodding at his opened throat and stuffing his cock into it without the slightest resistance, much to his enjoyment, until Gabriel’s nose was pressed against his navel, chapped lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Regardless of the somewhat rough treatment, he seemed to be enjoying it, if one could go by the way he whined and moaned, sending sweet vibrations through the sensitive length, and pressed his tongue around Percy’s cock instantly when he got balls deep. Every spasm, every harsh gag was a sweet sensation for his cock as Gabriel’s throat spasmed around it.
Percival gasped, desperately rocking his hips hard forward into Gabriel’s mouth, holding him in place by a solid grip on his hair as he mercilessly fucked his throat, treating it as just a toy. He shuddered, leaning back into the couch. Throat making sweet, guttural sounds of protest, Gabriel gagged as a long cock was sheathed down his throat, but there was no resistance as his face was shoved, cheeks red as he was jerked up and down by the other man’s hand. Percy made sure every thrust rut all the way in, sheathed in as deep as he could into Gabriel’s sweet throat, and from the way he humped the hand shoved in his pants, Gabriel seemed to be enjoying it.
“This is so goddamn wrong,” he whimpered quietly, letting out a high, ironic laugh, but continued to rut into Gabriel’s mouth. Percy was using his face like it was any other hole, pounding into it, fucking his tight silky throat savagely. He was losing his restraint, and with it, his grasp on the edge; any second now, he felt like he was going to finish right into his throat. Percival could feel himself closing in on his orgasm, but he didn’t bother to stop humping into Gabriel’s well-used mouth. Dick leaking into Gabriel’s mouth, he could feel his cock throbbing in his mouth when he pulled it out to the tip before each thrust.
Letting out a muffled scoff, Gabriel just looked up at him with hazy, smug eyes, green and piercing through Percival’s soul, though the effect was much ruined by the cock down his throat, and he suckled on his dick and stroked along it with his tongue erratically.
“Fuck, your tongue feels good!” exclaimed Percy, nails digging into his head as he stared at the mess that was Gabriel, drool running down his chin and eyes watering. His cheeks were a deep pink, slightly bulging as his mouth was filled, and his fluffy hazel hair messy from Percy’s awkward grabbing and yanking on his head, which he somehow made look beautiful.
Percival couldn’t take it anymore. Stomach twisted into knots, his hips shuddered, rutting forward as his cock pulsed. Moaning, he let out rope after rope of hot, sticky cum down Gabriel’s throat, roughly forcing the other man to take all of his cock, face pressed against his crotch helplessly.
A moment later, he finally let go of Gabriel’s hair and collapsed back into the couch, breathing heavily as he allowed the other man to pull off his dick, slick with cum and saliva. From where he laid on Percy’s thigh, Gabriel swallowed mouthfuls of cum with a wet, audible sound, cheeks bulging by the sheer amount poured into his mouth, and he smiled up at Percy with wide, eager to please, eyes, tiredly wiping off whatever remains of the other man’s seed that dripped out of his mouth. He looked absolutely gorgeous.
Slowly, Percival came down from his high, the euphoric effects of his orgasm leaving his tired body, and his actions suddenly hit him. Gabriel was drunk. Percy was not, and the sheer knowledge of what he had just done left him heavy with guilt. “Gabe,” he croaked out, voice strained and filled with shame, but his mouth refused to let him say more in wake of Gabe looking up at Percy happily, a bright smile on his face. “Thank you!”
Notes:
I don’t drink alcohol, so I don’t know if I portrayed a drunk person or alcoholism correctly, so if I did something wrong, sorry. Also, if somebody is drunk or similarly intoxicated, they cannot consent, because they are not in complete control of themselves at the moment. If you have sex with someone who is drunk while you are sober, that is rape, regardless of who initiated said sex. Do not do that. Gabriel is a demon, as I’ve said in previous Kinktobers (if you’ve read them) and is less affected by alcohol, so he’s in more of a tipsy mindset than outright drunk and is acting on urges that he’s had while sober. Still, this is dubiously consensual, as well as fiction by someone who doesn’t drink, so don’t take it as moral or my morals.
Next is Seduction.
Chapter 14: Day 13 - Seduction
Summary:
Prompt: Seduction
Characters: Rota and Allegro
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Letting out a shaky breath, Allegro shivered as Rota pressed light kisses to his neck, tenderly nibbling at the sensitive skin. “Mmm,” he moaned quietly, tilting his head to the side to allow the other boy better access. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”
Rota hummed quietly from where his face was buried in Allegro’s mouth. “You’re not paying attention to me,” he whined, hooking his leg around Allegro's ankle, and a slender hand on the other boy’s hip, Rota pulled him closer, letting out a satisfied sound when Allegro gently cupped his face.
“I am!” Allegro exclaimed, voice light with amusement as Rota leaned into his touch, staring at him with wide, begging eyes, shining and golden. “I literally am!”
The hand on his hip sliding down to lie on his lap, Rota rested his head on Allegro’s chest, continuing to stare up at him with his beautiful gold eyes, and he kissed him on the collar bone, leaving a warm spot on Allegro’s skin. “Then stay with me,” asked Rota, hand dipping underneath his pants to ghost at the head of Allegro's cock with willowy fingers.
Allegro groaned, clearly exasperated yet filled with affection for the boy creeping a hand down his pants. “Fine,” whined him, slipping a hand under Rota’s shirt to touch his unblemished, tawny-coloured skin. He was interrupted by Rota reaching up to kiss him, smooth, pliable lips sweet against Allegro’s rougher, chapped ones. “I’ll stay, but just for a little while.”
Notes:
Sorry this was so short. I planned on doing much more for this chapter, but I didn’t have that much inspiration, and I found a good place to stop and decided not to mess with something somewhat ok.
Next is Stranger Sex and Facial.
Chapter 15: Day 14 - Stranger Sex, Facial
Summary:
Prompt: Stranger Sex and Facial
Characters: Flow and Unnamed Male Character
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Flow groaned erotically. As far as random men at bars went, this guy was pretty good at making his eyes cross, holding Flow steady with strong hands as he pounded into him with mighty thrusts, hips slapping into his supple ass in a loud, powerful sound. The tip of his girthy cock slammed against Flow's prostate time and time again, forcing out vulgar, pleasure-filled noises from behind his plump, pink lips, and the man, rough hands tightly gripping at the backs of his rotund, fleshy thighs, forced his legs back into a mating press to give him the best angle to mercilessly sheath his cock into Flow's tight ass as deep as he possibly could, again and again, and again.
The man panted against Flow’s ear, hiding his uninteresting face in the crook of his neck as he passionately pounded the other man into oblivion, chasing his orgasm. His speech strained, he gasped out, “Fuck, I’m close.” His voice was high and tense as he desperately rolled his hips into Flow, unusually shrill for a man of his size. “If I give you a blowjob later, can I come on your face?” he suddenly asked, tone hungry and eager, blunt teeth nipping at Flow’s sensitive neck.
Flow didn’t really get why he wanted that so desperately, if not to carelessly dirty his pretty face up, and if he let the man come anywhere near his face, Flow was sure that at least a few drops of semen would end up in his luscious hazel hair. A blowjob sounded nice though, and simple fucking, no matter how good or deep it was, was too tame to satisfy Flow’s exotic tastes. Blowjobs, while equally as tame, was a personal favourite of Flow’s, as he was rarely given them, and it was a tempting offer.
“Sure, just try not to mess up my hair,” Flow stated rather casually, ignoring how the man certainly wouldn’t try, and toes curling at the sensations plaguing his ass as he pounded it, brought to passion by Flow’s agreement, Flow’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the other man panted in his ear, face scrunched up in pleasure. A moment later, much to his disappointment, the man pulled out, only to scoot himself up to hold his cock above Flow’s face, hand jerking up and down the length in rapid, desperate movements. Flow closed his eyes prematurely, uneager for cum to get in his eyes.
A moment later, his face was hit by a strand of warm semen, sticky and thin on his gentle cheek, slowly dripping down his face, and then another splattering on his eyelid and forehead, and a third smeared across his chin, covering his pretty lips in the semi-clear liquid. Flow winced when some managed to, predictably, get in his hair, already imagining how hard it would be to get out. Above him, the man moaned loudly as he covered Flow’s face in his seed, messing up his makeup with rapturous glee. “Thanks!” he gasped out breathlessly.
Flow couldn’t wait for his blowjob.
Notes:
I was really stumped by this prompt combo since it's pretty vague and I'm not into facials as a sex act, (since it is messy and I have long hair), so I decided to keep it short and sweet instead of miserably prolonging my suffering.
Next is Masturbation, Pet Play, and Dirty Talk.
Chapter 16: Day 15 - Masturbation, Pet Play, Dirty Talk
Summary:
Prompt: Masturbation, Pet Play, and Dirty Talk
Characters: Augustine Balenciaga and Clubs Cole.
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Casually shrugging off his thick fur overcoat, Augustine put down his suitcase on the table, hooking his coat on the clothes hanger with automatic ease, and his hands reached up to unbutton the top few clasps of the raven-black dress-shirt he was wearing.
“Hey, puppy!” he called out into the large, sparse apartment, voice cheerful as he made loud clicking sounds with his tongue. A moment later, a lissom brunette slowly crawled into the expansive foyer on his hands and knees, the willowy curves of his body on full display as he sat naked at the foot of Augustine’s long legs. Augustine grinned happily at the sight of his puppy, reaching a large, firm hand to ruffle his short brown hair, fluffy and soft against his fingers as he excitedly petted the nude man. “Heya, Cole!” Augustine chirped cheerfully, happily ruffling his hair. “How was your day? You must have been lonely, all by yourself all day.”
Letting out a soft, pathetic whine, Cole melted into his touch, the top of his head pressing against Augustine’s thigh with a desperate, clingy expression, which he found absolutely adorable. Quickly bending his knees to be on Cole’s level, he cupped the sharp curves of his bronzed, narrow face and gently kissed the chub of his cheeks, making the blush on Cole’s cheeks even brighter as Augustine pressed their faces together.
“Were you waiting for me?” Augustine cooed sweetly, squishing his cheeks together. His hand reached down to grope at Cole’s uncut dick, the pink member already half hard as clever fingers held it gently, refusing to give it any sense of friction or gratification. “You’re obviously excited, and I’ve barely touched you. I’ve only been here for ten minutes, puppy, and you’ve already worked yourself up into a mess, huh?”
Cole nodded, face red and head hung low in shame as his hips rolled into Augustine’s hand, chasing pleasure the master clearly didn’t want to give. Making a disapproved clicking sound, Augustine smacked his quickly hardening length. “Bad, bad boy,” he chided condescending, letting go of his delicate, barely-there grip on Cole’s cock in favour of standing up to his true height, and Cole whined again at the loss of contact, shameful and needy.
Wrapping his arms around Augustine’s leg, he needily pressed his body against the long limb, nosing the bulge of his crotch with shameless abandon and his rock-hard cock resting on his shiny black dress shoes, dripping precum. When Augustine looked down at the slutty puppy with a disappointed look on his face, Cole simply blinked with big dark chocolate eyes, full of begging and want as he continued to whimper pathetically at his master.
“You’re really so desperate that you would dirty up my shoes to get my attention, puppy?” Augustine snarled out disdainfully, the toe of his shoe digging harshly into Cole’s cock. “Since you’ve been so lonely all day, I won’t punish you for being a little slut, but I won’t fuck you either.” Cole’s face dropped, full lower lip pouting out like a brat as he continued to whimper up at Augustine, who looked at the desperate puppy with an unreadable expression.
Augustine let out a soft sigh, the corners of lips quirking up as the puppy impatiently leaned into his leg, whimpering softly at the lack of attention. “Fine,” he gave in, the slightest bit of exasperation in his voice. “I have emails to send, but you can hump my leg as I work. If you’re quiet and don’t cum by the time I’m finished, I might be tempted to touch that desperate little puppy cock of yours, let you cum with my hands like you wanted earlier, and if you’re really, really good,” cooed Augustine sweetly, with just a hint of condescension. “I might even put some fingers up that slutty little hole of yours and make you cum that way. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, puppy?” Head perking up immediately, Cole nodded eagerly, sweet chocolate brown eyes wide and hopeful at his master’s words.
Turning away from the other man, Augustine quickly walked to his desk, Cole dutifully trotting next to him on his hands and knees, grinning up at Augustine with a stupid, buoyant expression and adoring eyes. As he sat down on his office chair, Cole crawled under the desk to sit at his master’s foot on his haunches, knees bent, feet flat on the floor, situated between Augustine’s shapely inner thighs, and he hungrily pressed his cheek against the rough fabric of his beige-coloured cotton dress pants.
Cole pressed his face into Augustine’s crotch, nosing the tented bulge with a greedy fervour, and his actions only became more fanatical as Augustine moved his shoe to rest on his twitching, aching cock. "Go on, then." He chuckled as he leaned back into the office chair. "Rut against my leg like the desperate dog you are." Cole jolted, the insult going straight to his dick, and face red with shame, he bit his lip as he instinctively bucked his hips against the hard leather of Augustine’s dress shoe, whimpering loudly at the pleasure washed over him.
In animalistic, desperate motions, Cole continued to hump his master’s leg, knowing he wouldn’t get his reward if he made too loud a sound and disturbed Augustine’s work. Still, he had difficulty keeping his noises at an acceptable volume, his thoughts a jumble of useless nothings as his mind was fully encompassed by the need for release. An agonizing knot of pleasure pulsing in his stomach, it was even harder not to simply cum on his master’s foot, but even in the sorry, desperate state that he was in, Cole was a master of self-control.
Eventually, his patience was rewarded, and all of Augustine’s work was done. He looked down at the dishevelled puppy draped in between his legs, desperately humping his shoe, and a warm smile graced his handsome face, a hand reaching down to ruffle Cole’s already-tousled hair. “Heya’ puppy,” he purred, voice soft and full of affection. “You were so good! A little too loud, so I’m not touching that sweet hole of yours tonight, but you more than earned my hand.” With strong, steady arms, Augustine gently pulled his lust-crazed puppy into his lap, ignoring how Cole’s achingly hard cock dripped clear precum onto his expensive dress pants.
Cole keened loudly as Augustine firmly wrapped his hand around his blushing erection, eagerly rolling his hips into the friction. He felt fuzzy as his master began to pump the rock-hard length, melting into Augustine’s touch as his thumb rubbed the tip of his cock in circles, using the copious amount of precum dripping down his large, skillful hands as lube. Everything felt fuzzy and overwhelming, Cole’s thoughts were full of haze, craving to be touched.
Even when Cole was practically howling in ecstasy, hips chasing the friction of Augustine’s clever hands even more desperately than before, Augustine's clever hands on his erection never sped up or slowed down, slowly pumping his dick to orgasm. “You close, puppy?” Augustine cooed, letting out a light chuckle when Cole nodded, whining highly as he nuzzled his ear. “Then cum for me, puppy,” he whispered huskily, a shiver running down Cole’s spine as Augustine gently nibbled the cartilage of his ear, tongue moving wetly against the soft, malleable flesh.
Cole moaned loudly, half-lidded eyes hot and hazy as he tossed his head back to look at Augustine. His master flicked at the overly-sensitive slit of his erection with the nail of his thumb, and then he was gone, cock twitching as it released thick white streams of cum all over Augustine’s pale fingers. Cole’s body quivered against Augustine, muscles lax and pliant from the orgasm that had just torn through his senses, and he panted loudly as his master gently cupped his flaccid penis, tongue lolling outside his mouth like a dog’s.
Augustine beamed, clean hand quick to run itself through the soft locks of Cole’s coffee-coloured hair. “Good puppy!” he praised, voice high and affectionate. “Good, good puppy!”
Notes:
I have an Australian shepherd. He’s a terror, but I love him :) What pets do you have?
Next is Micro/Macro.
Chapter 17: Day 16 - Micro/Macro
Summary:
Prompt: Micro/Macro
Characters: Samuel and George
Fandom: Original Work
Background: Sam and George are two of my Deadly Sin demons
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Heya, captain!” a small voice called up to George.
Glancing down, George found a knee-high boy was standing at his feet, adorable amethyst eyes bright and expecting, and with tiny hands, he grasped at the cuff of his pants. The moment he caught sight of him, George grinned affectionately, bending down to cup Sam in the colossal expanse of his palms.
“Hello to you too, bug!” George cheerfully exclaimed, easily carrying him up to look face-to-face, though George easily overshadowed him in size. Even more effortlessly, he pressed a dry kiss to Sam’s slender stomach, covered by the thin cotton fabric of his purple sweater. It was sloppy and unmethodical due to the size difference but filled with care. “You did what I asked?”
Sam nodded eagerly, and he giggled with a voice like tinkling bells, gorgeous and heart-melting, when George gently poked his stomach with a large, pudgy thumb, easily knocking him down to lay, relaxed, limp, on his calloused fingers. Light hazel hair playfully tossed back, Sam’s eyes twinkled boyishly as he fell back with a dramatic movement, a slender leg springing up into the air. “Good boy,” George purred, voice filled with praise as the doll-sized boy continued to let out dulcet laughs into the air. “Do you want to be rewarded, or do you want to do it later?” When Sam nodded once again, face even more hopeful, he grinned excitedly.
Fingers dwarfing his small body, George’s thumb hooked around his stick of a leg and gently pushed Sam’s thighs apart to expose his flat crotch, dominating the space between his legs as the pads rubbed against clothed, sensitive flesh, careful not to hurt Sam. George hooked the rough fabric with the tip of his large, tough fingernail, the size of a normal man’s fist and ripped it off Sam’s scrawny legs with scrupulous accuracy, the corners of his lips turning upwards when the smaller let out a surprised yet delighted squeak, legs tense in the air.
Sam had always been small for his age, lissom and precious when he cuddled up to George, desperate to be held, but in his giant form, he was just so tiny, so cute, and George couldn’t help but want to cuddle him and hold him close. Sam was adorable, doll-sized in his cupped hands as they dwarfed him, and oversized sweater sagging over his slender, lean hips, partially covering his slick-soaked underwear, he looked irresistible.
“Boss,” whined out Sam, voice high and needy as he spread his legs even further apart. “Stop looking at me and fuck me!” George let out a low chuckle at his sweet boy’s needy sounds, and carefully rolling him to lie on one hand, his fingers curled around Sam’s tiny body, forming a loose fist around the easily breakable figure resting in his palm, almost like one would hold a fleshlight.
Another yank of his nails, and Sam’s boxers were easily ripped away from him, leaving him buck-naked and exposed from the waist down. The pale skin of his soft inner thighs was now completely displayed, lovely against George’s calloused hands as he caressed it with his dwarfing thumb, and his cunt, wet and pink and surely sweet-tasting, barely looked big enough to fit his finger without destroying him, much less his mammoth of a cock.
Still, George didn’t hesitate to maneuver his dick to press against that tiny hole, barely bigger than his pinky finger, and there was a strange rush of adrenaline running through him when he saw how monstrously big he was juxtaposed to Sam’s cute cunt. It seemed impossible that something of that size could ever fit inside of him, Sam whimpered as a fleshy pink cockhead the size of his chest eagerly nudged at him, eyes wide yet intrigued.
“Are you really gonna put that in me, boss?” he asked incredulously, jaw slack with shock, but his legs were spread apart of their own volition. When George rolled his hips forwards, large cock clumsily missing the tiny hole multiple times as he thrusted, Sam let out a series of sweet moans, cunt growing even wetter as George played with it. Eventually, the tip caught against his pretty hole, forcibly pushing into the small boy, and George stared at it rapturously, fascinated as his cock slid into Sam, his stomach protruding to an inhuman degree to fit.
George was lucky that Sam was more durable than the average person, just a little more malleable, or else he would’ve never been able to experience just how tight the little demon was, a vice-grip around his cock as his stomach stretched around the length obscenely. He was such a sweet little cocksleeve, so lovely and unresisting to how George carelessly used his body as a sex toy, fucking him up and down his girthy cock. With a particularly hard thrust, George managed to get most of his erection inside the wet, squishy flesh of Sam’s body, which spasmed orgasmically as he squirmed around the thick length.
Sam let out a long strangled cry, hole tight and wonderfully slick.
It was heaven.
Notes:
This actually went a lot better than I thought! I liked it :).
Next is Formal Wear and Sex Demon.
Chapter 18: Day 17 - Formal Wear, Sex Demon
Summary:
Prompt: Formal Wear and Sex Demon
Characters: Vespera Bron and Tansii Psameth
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Vespera gulped nervously, amber eyes wide as she stared at the curvy demon standing in front of her, looking down at her with a disgusted expression from where she stood. “Hi?” she called out timidly, fumbling with meek motions on the floor, sitting on her hands and knees at the foot of the demon. “I didn’t really expect to actually succeed in summoning you, but I’m really glad that you came. What’s your name? I’m Vespera!” rambled out the girl.
Lips pulling back to expose sharp, monstrous teeth, the demon glanced around at her dusty basement with obvious distaste, the revulsion obvious as she stood there in a fancy navy-blue suit and a tight pencil skirt of the same colour, giving her a commanding air to her presence. Sharp violet eyes, blanketed by long midnight black lashes, cut through Vespera’s soul like a knife, thick sensual lips covered in a wine-purple lipstick, and her tight suit jacket laid over the curve of her well-rounded hips and hugged her soft, ample breasts attractively, rendering Vespera’s poor lesbian soul weak. Long, muscular legs were covered in sheer tan stockings, feet covered in sharp black stilettos, six-inched and sexy.
The demon sneered at Vespera’s cheerfulness, looking down at her with a repulsed look. “I am called Tanssi,” she said hesitantly. “What do you want, mortal? I’d rather finish this quickly, and be done with you,” finished Tanssi, voice tinged with disgust as she spoke.
Despite the repugnance in the demon’s voice, Vespera was undeterred, swaying towards the beautiful woman as she sat on the floor with large eyes. “Would you let me have you with my mouth?” she asked softly, voice bashful and demure. Tanssi raised an eyebrow at her shy conduct, tilting her head to the side as she stared at Vespera with an expression of disbelief.
“You want to eat me out?” asked the demon in a confused tone. “I suppose that’s ok, as long as you don’t dirty up my suit I have a meeting later.” Vespera nodded eagerly, crawling up to her leg with a reverent expression on her face, and she pressed a warm, blushing cheek to the muscles of Tanssi’s powerful, elegant legs in worship.
Broad, nimble hands sliding up her leg and under her skirt, Vespera hungrily nuzzled at her crotch, carefully pulling up her tight black skirt to expose more delicious stocking-covered skin, followed by yanking down the tights themselves. Suddenly, creamy dark skin was revealed to a desperately lustful Vespera, who instantly started kissing the soft flesh with ravenous kisses, occasionally nipping and biting, and she slowly kissed her way up Tanssi’s thighs with loving motions.
Letting out a soft gasp, Tanssi let a beautiful hand slide down to rest on her coarse black hair, unconsciously spreading her legs at Vespera’s attention. Soft lips tenderly caressed the skin as she continued to tug up her skirt to expose her beige underwear, velvety and otherwise uninteresting, and with one big finger hooking over the elastic waistband, she pulled it down thirstily, exposing her smooth, hairless pussy, sweet and pink and absolutely mouthwatering. A sliver of peach-pink peeked out from the lips of the sensitive hole, the slick flesh glistening deliciously, and her clit was another sweet pink, erect even as it hid behind the flowery folds.
Automatically, Vespera stuck out her tongue, saliva coating the dark pink organ as she practically drooled at the sight, and pressing it against her dripping cunt, she ran her tongue up the rosy flesh, lapping up the pools of salty-sweet liquid that was evidence to Tanssi’s arousal. The demon moaned softly in response, the hands in Vespera’s hair tightening suddenly, and forced her face further into her crotch, not that she was complaining. Vespera just made a delighted noise and dove her tongue in between the folds of her cunt with even more vigour, her blunt, shortly-clipped nails digging into the fat of Tanssi’s gorgeous, ample thighs as she messily lapped at the slick folds.
“You’re actually quite, ah, good at this, mortal,” Tanssi stated in a pleasantly surprised tone, her words occasionally interrupted as soft groans helplessly escaped her mouth, nails digging into the other woman’s skull.
Vespera moaned out eagerly, sending vibrations throughout her sensitive parts, and her chin shiny with slick and saliva dripping down her mouth, lips glistening, she looked up at Tanssi with wide lustful eyes. “I aim to please!” she chirped cheerfully, voice slurred and muffled from her occupied mouth.
Notes:
This actually went a lot better than I thought! I had fun! :).
Next is Mind Break, Praise, Anal Sex, and Hair-Pulling.
Chapter 19: Day 18 - Hate Sex, Anal Sex, Hair-Pulling
Summary:
Prompt: Hate Sex, Anal Sex, and Hair-Pulling
Characters: Lukas and Ren
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Lukas growled shakily, eyes narrow and angry as he glared at Ren. This would have been a lot more intimidating, cold eyes so filled with rage, if not for the way he was practically mewling, hips bouncing desperately as Ren's fat veined cock buried itslef into the pink rim of his asshole, made him so much more enticing. With a tight, painful grip on a handful of fluffy hair, Ren forced Lukas's head back to kiss him, pressing her tongue into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth and practically fucking it with the violence of her movements.
"Says the bitch moaning cause I'm fucking him so good," Ren snarled back, words punctuated with a brutal thrust of her hips, and pale skin flushed with hormones, Lukas made another pathetic sound of pleasure, nails digging into her scarred, blemished back. "How about you shut up and just take it, you little whore."
"How about you go-ah! Go fuck yourself." Words interrupted by soft sounds escaping him, Lukas swore as she pulled his hips down, loud slapping sounds ringing through the room as skin hit skin. "Fuck, you're so goddamn big! Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to give you a giant's cock?!" he whined out pitifully.
Ren hummed, plush lips nuzzling the sensitive spot behind his ear. Soft breasts pressed against his sweat-slicked back, she draped her body flush on top of his. "Thank you," she purred, self-satisfied. "Though I'm pretty sure you're just tight. That little hole of yours is squeezing my cock so desperately that it would think anything is big." Letting out a husky groan, Ren abruptly slammed her hips into his wet hole with a wet squelch. "Makes for a nice fuck though."
"Fuck you," he growled.
Notes:
Ignore the fact I've done two hate-sex-related prompts this Kinktober, this is actually exactly 300 words long. I was having trouble with this prompt, so I thought I might put myself into a word constraint. I think it worked! I liked it.
Next is Nipple Play, Fucking Machine, and Master/Slave.
Chapter 20: Day 19 - Nipple Play and Fucking Machine
Summary:
Prompt: Nipple Play, Fucking Machine, and Master/Slave
Characters: Marina and Callius
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Do you like this, whore?” sneered out an attractive, sharp-eyed blond woman with elegant but slightly smudged makeup, the corners of her blood-red lips turned upwards into a complacent smile. Her voice was sweet yet cutting, saccharine words slicing into the man she was cooing at, and he let out a wet sob when she squished the soft fat of his cheeks in a mocking motion of affection.
Bending on one knee, Marina laughed as Callius moaned out a broken, "yes," in response to her searing question, blinking rapidly to clear his rich brown eyes of the tears pouring down his face. Slutty sounds of pleasure dripped out of his mouth as the machine pistoned in and out of his body, stretching his pink, stretched-out hole with loud, obscene squelches, and, head bowed down in both shame and arousal, his body jolted every time the head brushed against his most sensitive spots. Calius's hole desperately squeezed around the length of the toy, muscles flexing with exertion, and his bright green eyes were hazed with hedonism.
Marina's hands reached down to pinch at the rosy meat of his nipples between the soft, uncallosed pads of her fingers, forcing out a loud squeak of pain when she yanked hard at the sensitive flesh. "And this?" she asked again in a low, amused voice, levelling him with a piercing gaze filled with superiority. Cock already hard from being fucked for so long, left unattended and needy, Callius just became more aroused as he felt the sharp stinging sensation of his nipples being pulled at, the exquisite pain a line to his dick.
When he nodded with a rapid motion, Marina pulled at his nipples again with much delight, long, painted nails digging into the quickly reddening skin. "I thought so," she tittered out in amusement, squeezing out pain-filled gasps and moans with every pinch of her cruel, sadistic fingers. "You're a whore, remember?"
Notes:
I was really dreading this, since I had no clue what I was going to do, but it turned out a lot better than I had expected, and it was a lot easier too! :)
Next is Shower Sex.
Chapter 21: Day 20 - Shower Sex
Summary:
Prompt: Shower Sex
Characters: Ohu and Darilan
Fandom: Original Work
Background: Ohu is the Libra Zodiac Beast and Darilan is the Scorpio Zodiac Beast. I know I said that all of the Zodiac Beasts are non-binary, but Darilan is the only one that isn't. The explanation is that Darilan was raised in a binary society instead of in isolation like the other Zodiac Beasts where nobody taught them about gender.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“The hell you doin’?” slurred out Ohu, their crystalline, deep-set eyes narrowing as two bony hands wrapped around their naked body, groping them in possessive motions. Despite the antagonistic tone in their voice, they didn’t resist as Darilan, pressed flush to their back, continued to eagerly fondle them, her hard member pressed between their soft, pillowy thighs. “I’m trying to get clean, and you’re not helping,” they growled softly, voice tinged the slightest bit annoyed, and their eyes squinted harshly as hot streams of water poured down their face and slender body, wet blonde hair heavy with water, flat against their slender shoulders. Darilan just ignored their slowful, shallow protests to cop a feel of their soft beasts, Ohu’s body naked and glistening with drops of water for her hungry hands, and they had to stifle a moan when she yanked their nipples, lest they give Darilan the satisfaction of pleasuring them.
Nuzzing the crook of their neck, Darilan lapped up the drops of water, clear and tasteless, off their skin, tongue wet with saliva and warm against the cool water falling on top of them. “But it’s nice here,” she whined into Ohu’s body, and a hand reached down to tease their hole with clever fingers, flicking their clit with quick bursts of pleasure. Ohu took a deep shaky breath when two fingers dipped in between the folds of their hole, and Darilan took great joy in curling them into their most sensitive spots, smirking as the other person moaned quietly.
Idly cupping their breast, Darilan nudged their thighs apart with their blushing cock, the aching length eagerly rubbing against the soft, pillowy flesh. "And besides," she muttered huskily, blunt teeth hungrily nipping at their rubbery skin. "I can help you bathe."
Ohu's eyes fluttered against the steady streams of water coursing down their face, wet lashes clumping together, and they scoffed harshly. “You’d just get me even filthier, with those dirty, hungry hands of yours,” they growled softly.
Darilan just purred into their shoulder, nails digging into their sensitive skin. “Mmm,” she whined out in a high voice, tone soft and tinted with lust. “Maybe that would be fun.”
Notes:
It’s sort of hard to write sex about two people surrounded by controlled water when you’ve already done that, yeah? Sorry for the short chapter. Also, somebody called me a Dream stan today cause I like to use emoticons, and now I am an anti for some random YouTuber I don’t really know. >:T
Next is Cockwarming.
Chapter 22: Day 21 - Cockwarming
Summary:
Prompt: Cockwarming
Characters: Dr. Jonathan Landsteiner and Rori (Leo)
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
*Translated from Apis Occidentis*
“Hey Rori!” Jonathan screamed out at the top of his lungs, hands cupped around his mouth in an attempt to project further. “Rori, sweetie! It’s me!” His voice was high and cheerful, ringing loudly through the forest, calling out into the jungle like one would a dog to their side. A moment later, a shrill sound echoed throughout the humid jungle air, followed by the rustling of vegetation as it was pushed aside in a frantic charge towards Jonathan, and suddenly, though not unexpectedly, there was a heavy bundle of fluff and velvet skin in his arms, soft furs covering their lithely muscular body.
Unfortunately, Rori was far too big for a puny, weak-limbed researcher like Dr. Jonathan Landsteiner to hold, no matter how much wandering in the dense jungles of Panthra he did, so only seconds after she eagerly jumped onto him, he collapsed onto the floor, letting out a strained gasp as an elbow jabbed into his gut. Instead of getting off him, or even doing anything helpful, Rori rolled all of their many pounds on top of the skinny man, almost like a giant dog that didn’t exactly realize it wasn’t a puppy anymore.
“Hiya doc!” they chirped cheerfully, hands digging painfully into his chest, and looking down at John with a wide sunshine grin, raven black hair tangled and unruly as the strands hung down from their head, they straddled him with thick, muscular thighs bracketing his hips, tail poking up straight in the air, trembling slightly in excitement. “Missed you! Why you leave?” innocently asked Rori, staring down at him with slitted green eyes, wide and feline-like. Despite how catlike they were, Rori’s personality always reminded Jonathan more of a dog, all unyieldingly optimistic and naive, always grinning at him. John would’ve found it somewhat cute, the way they acted like a little puppy always happy to see him, if not for the fact that they were in fact not the size of a newborn puppy, and instead a particularly heavy Newfoundland who liked to jump on the poor man at full speed.
“Hey, Rori,” he choked out, voice strained as the Zodiac beast, body brimming with energy, grinned down at him. One of his hands reached up to gently pet their head, enthusiastically scratching behind their round, lionlike ears from where they protruded out of their skull, and Rori let out a soft rumble from beneath their chest, purring happily. “Get off me please?” politely asked Johnathan. “I can’t really support you, sweetheart, and you’re making it hard to breathe.”
Though they made a sound of discontentment, Rori rolled over to lay at his side, relieving poor Johnathan, bodies pressed closely together, and they nuzzled the warm skin of his neck with great eagerness. “Sorry, doc,” they whined out apologetically. “Just happy to see you, doc!” Through Rori’s crude, broken Apis, Jonathan could sense the desire laced in their tone, made even more obvious by the way they grinded against his leg, hard length eagerly poking his thigh. “You help me, please?” they asked, voice desperate and needy.
Letting out a soft, exasperated sigh, John went limp on the uneven jungle ground, spreading his legs apart in a seductive, inviting motion. "Of course I’ll help you, Rori,” he said, voice tinged with the slightest bit of amusement as Rori instantly shut up to stand on their knees, crawling to shove themself into the space in between his legs with an officious motion. Sharp, sickle-shaped claws flashed, and suddenly, Johnathan’s soft upper thighs, alternating in soft yellows and obsidian black down the slender limbs, and smooth, pale crotch were exposed to their slit green eyes. John would’ve scolded Rori for destroying his clothes, leaving him bare-naked from the waist down, but he had expected the young creature’s destructive deeds in their eagerness, since this was not the first time something like this had happened to Johnathan, and already had a change of clothes in his pack.
Rori’s claws retracted into their fingers. Rough, padded hands slid up his legs hungrily. As a swollen, dripping cock slowly inched out of a fleshy pink slit, they pressed their crotch flush with John’s, rubbing their quickly hardening members together, and John moaned at the contact to his aching dick, the sound high and pornographic. His legs spread unconsciously, ankles hooking around their hips, when the bulbous, dripping Rori’s cock slid against his hole, body unresisting as they mounted him with animalistic lust.
Staring down at Johnathan with slitted eyes, Rori emitted a low baritone rumble from the depths of their chest, the soft vibrations of their purring throughout his body a familiar, comforting sound. It rendered Johnathan’s body loose and relaxed, making it obscenely easy for them to push their cock inside him with the slightest roll of their hips, impossibly gentle, and his toes curled as he felt the long member slowly pierce him, stretching him to his limits.
Forcing a soft gasp out of his mouth, weak sparks of pleasure careened throughout his body, and his hole fluttered around the thick member that stretched his insides. Rori’s cock was thick and heavy as the entirety of its length lay in his gut, lewdly stretching his hole, and Johnathan let out aroused whimpers when they moved themselves into a more comfortable position, causing the head of their cock to rub against John’s sweet spot in a euphoric moment of pleasure, toes curling rapturously at the sensation.
John wondered what they would do. Sometimes, Rori would fuck him hard and fast, impatient to cum inside of his tight hole, and he would scream in ecstasy as the tip of their cock brutally slammed into his poor prostate with not an ounce of mercy, but other times they liked to take their time, enjoy the squeeze of his walls around their length and force him to really feel every inch as it was slowly shoved into him, made leisurely making him loose and sloppy from a fuck that could last hours before finally filling him out. Either way, Jonathan would end up a total mess, overstimulated from orgasming on that gloriously thick member of theirs time and time again, face covered with tears and drool, and with hand-shaped bruises on his thighs to match.
Rori did neither of those things.
Lazily rolling onto their back, they gently moved John to sit on their lap, straddling their hips, cock forcing itself even deeper inside him, and that was it. Eyes glistening from arousal, Johnathan patiently sat on their dick with minimal complaint, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from running down his flushed face. After a long silence, only occasionally broken by tiny whines and whimpers spilling out of John, he managed to squeak out a weak, “Are you going to fuck me?” voice strained with want.
Rori stared up at him with wide, piercing eyes, blinking affectionately as John continued to moan on their cock. “Wanted to sit and nap, doc,” they stated innocently, voice rumbly and deep through the deep sounds of their purring. Rough hands slid up his legs to rub circles into the dips of his hips in a reverent motion, and they looked at him with hungry, adoring eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you?" Their voice is soft, considerate, but John can tell they don’t want to get up, lacking the energy or drive to be eager to please his needy, horny hole.
Still, John hesitated, body tender and aching for an orgasm. He desperately wanted to beg them to drive their thick cock into him again and again. “No, no, don’t worry sweetie,” he eventually cooed out to Rori, voice strained with arousal. His breaths were ragged and uneven as he squirmed around the member deep inside him. “I’m good, whatever you want!” John said false-cheerfully, bracing for what he was sure would be a long, torturous day.
Notes:
This was far too hard to write and took far too long to make, but I’m decently satisfied with it. Can’t wait for next year when I read this and cringe :D
Next is Recording.
Chapter 23: Day 22 - Recording
Summary:
Prompt: Recording
Characters: Will and Luka
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“You excited, Will?” A lissom blonde boy coos out teasingly, laid down on a large, plush bed, many times his size. His slender legs are tucked to the size in a suggestive position, wearing nothing but an outrageously thin grey pair of sweatpants. Despite the fleshy pink, knotted, ugly burn scar covering a little less than half of his face and much of his left arm, he is a conventionally beautiful person, with wide, dreamy eyes, long, silken white eyelashes, and plush pink lips grinning up at a tall, muscular man with short black hair, who stood next to him.
Will, ostensibly, lets out an amused sound at the blonde’s cheeky expression, the way he bats his pretty eyelashes exaggeratingly, a hand running down his lissom back to cup his hips affectionately, and almost instantly, he is reaching up to press his body flush against Will’s, arms loosely hanging around his thick, sturdy neck. Soft, wet noises echo across the room, just barely picked up by the camera recording them, as the blonde kisses Will passionately, bony hands clenching his shoulders tightly.
Through his thin sweatpants, the boy’s arousal is apparent as he grinds his clothed cock, the fabric already wet with precum, into Will’s muscular thigh, moaning softly when he bites his pink lips. Large hands reach down to pull down the grey pants, exposing pale, scarred skin, dotted with old burn marks, but Will just gropes the tender fat reverently, drawing out soft moans from his mouth. Seductively raising a leg, he was unresisting when Will yanked away his pants, leaving him completely naked for his hungry eyes, and equally as susceptible when he forced him prone on the bed, arching his back in a sultry motion.
“Oh, you pretty thing,” Will snarled, yanking up the blonde’s hips with a tough, sturdy grip, nails digging into the pink skin. “I bet you want to be fucked, don’t you? Have something to satisfy that slutty hole of yours?” He teased the other man with an almost vicious tone, fingers curling to spread the round orbs of his cheeks, and he exposed his puckering pink hole to the camera, twitching erratically as the boy gasped at his words, sounds filled with arousal. Unable to talk, he simply made a loud, tantalizing noise, wordlessly begging for Will to fuck him.
Luka pauses the video, wide blue eyes filled with shock. The smooth, uneven pads of his fingers lightly brushed over his equally scarred face, hands shaky with disbelief. “This isn’t real,” he scoffed, incredulous. “You made this to psyche me out or something, didn’t you?” Wide, suspicious blue eyes darted in the villain’s direction. Sitting to his left, William stared at him with a somber expression, mouth pressed into a tight line suppressing his expression. Suddenly, Luka felt bad about the cynicism in his voice, and he wanted to comfort him.
William let out a heavy sigh. “You really don’t remember me,” he said softly, words more a statement than a question, but his tone was rife with disappointment. “I mean, I expected that, but I guess I was hoping that that would jog your memory.”
In response, Luka hummed softly. “Well, I don’t have the slightest memory of you, other than when I met you at work. Sorry,” he said weakly, shrugging idly. He slid off the bed, casually adjusting his pants to better hide the boner tenting his rough blue jeans. “Definitely not your boyfriend, but if you want to try to jog my memory again,” Luka continued flirtatiously, glancing behind at the flabbergasted villain with sultry eyes, “You know where to find me.”
Mouth parted in surprise, William watched the blonde-haired man walk out of his house, eyes stuck on the way his long, shapely legs moved as he left. “Bye,” he called out delayed, voice hopeful.
Notes:
This sucked, but all my classes hit me hard with big projects that are worth my entire grade, so I couldn’t really write about people fucking. The second part was better than I thought it would be though, so let's focus on the little victories :)
Next is Crossdressing and Tentacles.
Chapter 24: Day 23 - Tentacles
Summary:
Prompt: Tentacles
Characters: Lena/Me
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Lena let out a soft groan, eyes fluttering rapidly with the remains of sleep, and confused body heavy with sleep, moving as if they were forcing it through water, they slowly stumbled up smooth stone stairs, the world around them fuzzy through their half-lidded eyes. Forcing their heavy eyelids, their vision sharpened, suddenly becoming more aware of the empty suburban house they were standing in front of. A girl with a bright green sweater stood in front of them, face fuzzy and unremarkable.
“Hey ! Did She tell you to do this ?” she asked casually, opening the door to let Lena in.
They were confused at first, but then they remembered. “Yeah,” they replied, equally as uninhibited. Brain fuzzy, like somebody stuffed cotton into his skull, they staggered into the house, toes curling as bare feet stepped on cold wood. From what Lena could see, it was a rather bare house, floors of unassuming oak planks and concrete-grey walls, with nothing decorating them or filling the cold rooms.
In the corner was an ominous grey cellar door, old and with the pain peeling off to reveal dull wood. Motioning for Lena to follow her, the girl walked, easy-going and relaxed, to the door and opened it, pulling up the heavy pieces of wood with a loud, eerie creek, before speedily walking down the concrete stairs it revealed, encroached in darkness.
Lena, though confused and somewhat wary of the minacious new area, was quick to follow, retreating in themselves as they continued deeper, becoming even more shrouded by gloom. Their arms wrapped around themselves as they started to shiver, body heavy and cloddish, and they winced as, almost halfway down to what he assumed was a basement, deep underground, they began to hear loud moans and shrieks. The frightening sounds creeped out from under a menacing white door at the bottom of the stairs, but as if possessed, Lena just kept going. Eventually, they made it to the door and pulling out a large chain of keys, the girl unlocked it with an old, rusty key.
With a loud creek, she kicked it open, roughly yanking Lena inside with her, and she threw them with an equal amount of force. Lena let out a loud gasp as they hit the hard stone, abstracted body fumbling uselessly to get up. Their eyelids were heavy as lead, practically glued close no matter how hard they tried to open them, and fumbling around blindly, they made a scared whimper. Loud squelching echoed through the room as various men and women squealed and gasped around them, one of them, a woman with a breathy, high pitched voice, weakly begging something to, “Stop, it's too much, please !” words punctuated with loud, erotic moans filled with arousal.
Lena made a confused noise, forcing their sluggish body to their knees, but something wrapped around their ankle before they could so much as place a foot on the ground, something warm and slick and unsettlingly smooth until it wasn't. Smooth, that was; it was still too warm and dripping something slippery all over his skin. Letting out a high-pitched scream, Lena screamed out in fear, writhing around helplessly as they desperately tried to get it off, but their hands only found warm, slick skin, flesh that didn't yield, that dug deep into their ankle, clenching so tight it almost hurt.
They were quickly forced back onto the floor as the tentacle quickly snaked up their chubby thigh to lift up their skirt, the wet limb gently caressing Lena’s smooth inner thigh, and Lena let out a soft gasp when it inched to pull down their underwear, body going tense as they were dragged into a corner.
A moment later, three more tentacles curled around the rest of his limbs, wrenching them in different directions, leaving them taut and unable to move, and one slipping under the waistband of his underwear, snaking its way up to Lena’s clothes ripped off with a vicious fervour. They yank at their arms to pull them up to shaky feet, held wide apart on the tips of their toes, and arms pulled tight above them.
Shivering as their bare skin was exposed to the cold air of the basement, Lena whimpered out in fear, and as they struggled uselessly in their bindings, something pressed against their pursed lips, something slick and tapered and covered in a honey-sweet liquid, reeking of arousal. It pushed past his lips easily, more of the tentacles hungrily squeezing their thighs, as something thrusted into their mouth. Their teeth refused to sink into the thick skin, no matter how hard they bit down, and Lena couldn’t help gag on it when it stuffed itself in Lena’s mouth, unused to the weight, the pressure; unused to anything about it.
A prickling buzz ran along the length of the tentacle as it began to secrete something that laid honey-sweet on their tongue, like electricity crawling down their throat, slithering down into their gut. Something bubbled in their stomach, fizzing unpleasantly, and their limbs stopped listening to his brain. They went limp, sagging in the creature's grasp. It was too sweet against his tongue, too much, and Lena groaned as they burned, lit on fire from within by whatever drug the tentacle had forced down their throat.
Something slid up the inside of their thigh, something huge and thicker than every other tentacle that had touched Lena, slipped past their crotch to rest against his asshole, the soft, dripping tip oozing aphrodisiac, and Lena froze when it curiously poked at the puckered, sensitive hole, tense with fear of what it would do next.
Eyes widening at the sensation of being forcibly stretched open as it inched its way inside, they let out a ragged cry as the tentacle pushed past their loose muscles with a loud squelch, filling up his guts with thick, dripping flesh as it surged through their small body. The sensation was an exquisite agony, perfect and painful and horrible and beautiful, and Lena begged for it to stop.
By now, tentacles were writhing wetly around every part of their sensitive, distraught body, teasing their dripping entrance, pulling at their usually insensitive nips, now rendered an angry, puckered pink and easily affected by the rough tugs and pinches. They squeezed around their plump, shapely thighs, soft and easily pliable, played with his lips stretched around a larger tentacle, shiny with saliva as they tried not to gag.
Lena’s stomach was round and swollen with the large tentacle eagerly making its home in their guts, and they could see it moving inside them, distorting their flesh from the inside out, transforming the flat plane of their belly into a bloated, misshapen curve. Every time it moved, it massaged against the sensitive muscles of their hole, forcing muffled, filthy mewls as their toes curled helplessly. Every time Lena thought that it was too much, that there was no way their body could take any more, more filled them up. It left Lena boneless and loose, its fluids trickling out around them despite how tightly it fit inside them, and they finally gave up resisting, as if they had ever had a chance
If Lena had had the senses to focus on their surroundings, they would have found themselves in the corner of a large, dimly lit basement, dull brown walls lined with wide cracks from which brightly coloured masses of tentacles creeped out, wrapped possessively around moaning, faceless people, who were sobbing loudly with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Large, neon green tentacles engulfed them, covering every inch of their body in shiny slick, and just like every other person in this monster-infested hellhole, they were crying with pleasure, eyes hazy and unfocused with orgasm as they came again and again. People came and went, pulled out of the slimy tentacle swarms by girls in brightly coloured sweaters, but Lena just kept screaming, blind to the rest of the world.
After what felt like hours of being mercilessly fucked, the girl in the green sweater pulled Lena’s exhausted, overstimulated body out onto the cold concrete floor, where they laid limp and absolutely drenched in sticky aphrodisiac. Parts of their body were stained a glossy, transparent white where some of the fluids the tentacles had smeared all over them had dried, leaving them awkward and filthy as the girl helped them up the floor, gently walking them to the door. With shaky limbs, weak as a newborn fawn, Lena stumbled out the stairs, desperate to leave.
“Make sure to recommend this to someone else when you come back ,” the girl said casually.
Lena scoffed. They definitely weren’t going to come back.
Notes:
This was actually a dream that I had once. Granted, it was a lot less sexy-weird and more uncomfortable-weird when I was actually dreaming it, and I did not enjoy it, even though it was supposed to be a sex dream (I think?), but I thought it was a good concept. Also, I did actually come back with my mom of all people, but I woke up before anything weird happened, and the cut is there to represent the moment I actually separated from my body in dream and went into third person like a video game. It was so bizarre. My mind is so weird, why can’t I just dream about losing all my teeth like a normal person???
Next is Collaring and Master/Slave.
Chapter 25: Day 24 - Collaring, Master/Slave
Summary:
Prompt: Collaring and Master/Slave
Characters: Lucy and Eva/Evangeline
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Close your eyes,” Lucy ordered, voice serious and authoritative as she looked down at Eva disdainfully, submissively sitting on the cold floor. Being the picture of obedience, Eva quietly did as she said, eyes squinting almost aggressively in her compliance. Warm, small hands pressed against her face, and something was carefully looped around her arched, sinuous neck, the material of it soft and thick pressing against her skin, save for the cool twist of metal tucked against the hollow of her neck. Evangeline whimpered softly as Lucy pulled the fabric taut, closing around her snug. Hooking a slender finger around the band, she checked its tightness as she slid a buckle in place, ensuring that the tight band of fabric wasn’t hurting Evangeline.
Once Lucy was done, she stepped back, hands sliding away from Eva, and Evangeline whimpered again at the loss of contact. She wanted to touch her, to see what Lucy had done, but she had given her an order, and Eva didn’t want to disobey, so instead, she reached up, grasping the collar curiously. There’s a soft material that lined the inside, gentle and comforting against her skin when combined with the weighted pressure of its presence, with an outside made of smooth leather, and Eva’s shaking fingers traced the thin cool metal of a D-ring, looped into a heart that made her heart skip a beat. Connected to the D-ring was a soft leather strip, Lucy’s tight grip on it holding her head almost uncomfortably high.
Evangeline melted when Lucy ran her hands through her wavy black hair. “Open your eyes,” she instructed, and Eva looked up attentively, the metal of her collar clinking softly as she squirmed on the floor with arousal. Lucy looked so beautiful, looking down at her so smugly, so dominant, and it made Eva wet, hole twitching desperately. “What color are you?”
Oh. That’s what this was.
“G-green,” Evangeline stuttered out, voice needy as she leaned into Lucy’s touch. “I want you, mistress.”
Lucy chuckled. “Alright then, sweetheart.”
That was all the warning Eva got before she was yanked forward, through the hazy air, harsh and unforgiving as she fell onto her knees, breath leaving her body in a shocked gasp. Lucy tugged, hard, and forceful, and Eva was pulled closer by the tight pressure of the collar around her neck. When was close enough to loosen the strain of the leash, Evangeline straightened into a kneel once more, gaze turned to the floor, shy, uncertain.
Lucy reached out and carded a hand through her hair, gently guiding her head to lean forward, and press against her shapely thigh. Remaining on her knees, Eva straightened up slowly and grabbed at the collar, eyes wide as she finally took in the corded, fabric leash, looped and gathered in Lucy’s slender hands, Lucy who stood so close yet just out of reach, smirking down at Evangeline, knowingly.
Painting breathlessly, face red, the collar was so overbearing that Eva momentarily forgot how to breathe, busy kneeling at the foot of her curvy, feminine mistress, drooling over her cruel, superior gaze on the floor.
Notes:
Kinky!
Next is Against a Wall and Biting
Chapter 26: Day 25 - Against a Wall
Summary:
Prompt: Against a Wall
Characters: Chris and Zamma
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Who the hell was that?!” Chris whispered out harshly, face scrunched up in horror as Zamma dragged him through the dense, bustling crowd, slender fingers curled around his wrist. He glanced behind him nervously, eyes widening when he saw three men trailing them through the crowd, all carrying large, shiny duffel bags. “I agreed to take you to New Orleans so you can leave , not to be chased by strange aliens with guns! What the hell is going-” He was cut off when Zamma, grip on his wrist tightening almost painfully, suddenly yanked him forward, forcing him to keep up with his break-neck pace, as the men following them dodged and weaved past drunk, dancing people packed close together, utterly unnoticeable to the average human.
Unfortunately, Chris had the bad luck to be the only human in all of Nevada, and possibly the world, who knew that the short, baby-faced man, pretty face framed by delicate curls, dragging a six-foot giant across the dance floor was a dangerous alien scientist, possibly of the mad variety, desperate to leave the wretched planet.
“That was IOPS law enforcement, you dioso,” he hissed out aggressively, sharp, wolf-like teeth bared and clenched, but his glistening turquoise eyes were stressed and worried as they dodged the drunk, moving bodies of strangers, darting through the crowd with hasty movements. “And if we don’t hurry up and lose them, we’ll both be shot in the head in a dirty closet, so stop asking questions and move faster!”
The men, who Chris now realized were not in fact human at all, probably using the same holographic technology Zamma was using to disguise himself, were quickly gaining on them, even as Zamma dragged the pair in complex twists and turns throughout the dark club, occasionally yanking Chris in another direction with a grim look on his face. Almost fifteen minutes later, they were still there, and flat nails digging into his wrist anxiously, Zamma left little crescent marks on his skin.
“Look, we’re not going to lose them like this. I’m going to need you to trust me,” he whispered, voice brimming with nervous, fearful energy. “Just follow my lead, and don't question it.”
Chris nodded hesitantly, but his breath was suddenly knocked out of his chest as Zamma harshly yanked him in yet another direction, speed-walking his way to the boy’s bathroom. Violently kicking the door open, Zamma barely flinched when glaring white lights hit their eyes, a sharp contrast to the warm, shadowy darkness that permeated through the rest of the nightclub, and continued on, past stall after empty stall, to the back of the compact bathroom. They stopped at the last one, yet another door swinging open with a nudge of Zamma’s black combat boots, then stepped into the cramped, dingy stall.
“What are we doing here?” asked Chris in a confused voice, and Zamma scoffed in his characteristically impatient tone.
“Didn’t I tell you not to question this?” He growled out words with an almost seductive shake of willowy hips, so unlike his usual cold, put-off personality.
Suddenly, he was kissing him.
Soft and wonderfully plush, Zamma’s lips were ferociously passionate against Chris’s, all sweet touches and wet, pliable flesh, and despite himself, he let out a soft, breathy moan. With thin, subtly powerful arms, the alien slammed him into the hard, off-white walls of the bathroom, pinning their bodies together. When Zamma finally pulled away to take a breath, rosy-cheeked and florid with arousal, their crotches were flush together, Chris’s hardened cock, tenting his boxers, pressing eagerly against Zamma.
“Fuck,” he swore loudly, leaning down to once again capture Zamma’s lips with him, and Chris greedily thrusted his tongue into the wet hole of his mouth. “Fuck, baby, you’re so good.” His back was pressed uncomfortably pressed against the hard wall, Zamma’s slender body draped against his. With a wet sound, their lips once again met in a fervid embrace, full of burning lust. Chris was so engrossed with the other person that in a sudden fit of desire, he failed to notice the loud creek of the restroom door open.
With a loud slam of the stall door, Zamma abruptly froze as a tall, beefy man stared down at the compromised couple, squinting eyes determined and abnormally green. Arms still draped over Chris’s broad, shoulders, Zamma quickly recovered, pretty face suddenly shifting from a surprised expression to one filled with outrage.
“What the hell, man?!” he snapped out loudly, glaring sharply at the now extremely awkward man, tightly gripping his heavy duffel bag. “Can’t you see I’m busy here?!” When the stranger started stuttering out half-baked words in a thick, almost unintelligible accent, Zamma just scoffed, wrinkling his cute button nose in anger. “What, are you homophobic? Go away! There are, like twelve other stalls. Go somewhere else.”
‘I’m sorry, mi’sser. Jus’ thought you were someone I’ knew,” the man drawled out apologetically, olive-coloured face red with embarrassment.
“Well I’m not,” Zammer growled, and the other man nodded quickly, promptly closing the door behind him. Turning back to a very confused Chris with seductive blue eyes, he pressed soft, sweet kisses to the crook of his neck. As this was happening, black boots clicking loudly against the shiny bathroom floor, the man joined his companions at the front, exchanging a few words in a language Chris didn’t understand, before finally leaving, exit marked with a soft click of the door.
The moment they did, Zamma practically flung himself off of Chris, letting out a loud relieved sigh on the dirty floor of a club bathroom. “Fuck,” he groaned out. “Sorry about that. I must have cost you some discomfort, but it was the only idea I had.” With an apologetic voice and shiny lips, Zamma straightened up his clothes with an apologetic nonchalance, completely oblivious to the painful boner tenting Chris’s pants.
Notes:
This took so long to write. I am so tired. I don’t care if this is bad, I just want it to be over. As the great master said: Silence, wench! I do not wish to be horny anymore. I just want to be happy. Anyway:
Next is Uniforms and Swallowing.
Chapter 27: Day 26 - Uniforms, Swallowing
Summary:
Prompt: Uniforms and Swallowing
Characters: Zil and Daniel
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“So, what do you think?” Zil asked, voice faux-innocent and charming as he twirled around, the pleats of his criminally short navy blue seifuku skirt swaying around with his hips, and Daniel’s hands clenched at his sides as the sweet curve of ass occasionally flashed when the skirt lifted with his playful movements. The shirt he was wearing, made to look like a Japanese school uniform, was so short it was a crop top, the smooth muscles of his torso perfectly bare.
“Yeah,” Danny stated, voice strained and distracted, his eyes locked on the way Zil’s lithe, boyish hips moved from side to side, and the slender shape of his legs, accentuated by the black thigh-highs he was wearing. “You look very nice.”
“Thanks!” chirped out Zil, who eagerly ran up to Danny to hug his arm, wide, baby-blue eyes staring up at the taller boy. “I bought it off Amazon! It said it’s a school outfit, but I don’t think that’s true. The shirt is way too short, if I brought this to school I’d get cold super quick!” he continued, his piping voice sober and deadpan, and Daniel had to force himself not to roll his eyes, though an amused scoff still managed to escape.
“Yep. That’s definitely the problem,” he snarked out sarcastically, though Zil didn’t notice the irony in his tone in favour of wiggling his nubile little body close to Danny’s. Bodies pressed tightly together, he rested his head on Daniel’s warm chest, letting out a contented sigh when he slid a hand down Zil’s bare waist, coming to rest at the lean curve of his hips. “You’re very cute,” Danny whispered roughly, pressing chapped lips to the space behind his ear.
An eager, roguish smile growing on his soft face, round with boyish youth, Zil perked up excitedly, and his hand groped Daniel’s crotch with a surprising amount of strength. “Really Danny?” he exclaimed playfully, looking up at him with an interested expression. “You like the outfit that much?” With a high, teasing voice, the fit, lissom blonde pressed their crotches together, cock already hard and lifting up his skirt. The bright tip, peeking out of Zil’s silky underwear, was pink and shining with slick precum, dripping from the tip, and Danny moaned softly, hips rolling involuntarily.
His hand laid flat against Zil’s back, he let the other boy pull him down to kiss him with soft, plush lips, first on his lips, then in the crook of his neck, then his collarbone, kissing his body with delicate, airy touches. Zil swayed his hips in sultry motions as he inched his body down to a kneeled position, legs spread apart erotically, pretty face eagerly pressed to Danny’s clothed crotch, tented with the length of his erection. His eyes, blue and piercing, were sultry, filled with lewd, vulgar intent.
Slight hands pulled down tough, pleated jean pants and plain white boxes, and Zil let out a delighted sound when his swollen, ready cock sprung out, the stiff member resting heavily against his cheek. “You’re so excited already, Danny!” gasped Zil, looking up at his dick with a fascinated expression, almost in awe. “It must ache so badly, doesn’t it?” he cooed, pressing teasing kisses up the length. Every now and then, his tongue poked out from in between those pink lips, effortlessly driving shivers down Danny’s spine when he lapped his cock with tiny kitten lips.
“It does,” Danny whined in reply, voice needy as Zil engulfed the tip of his cock into his warm wet mouth, the sensitive head surrounded by silky-smooth flesh. Soon after, he had taken half of his length behind those full lips, rosy and shiny with saliva, and his cheeks were round and full as he tried to greedily stuff the member into his mouth, desperate to please.
Zil looked adorable, eyes wide and eager to please on his knees, a mouth full of Danny’s cock, and wearing a slutty outfit that left nothing to the imagination. Between that wet, skillful tongue of his and the beautiful sight between Danny’s leg, it was unsurprising to see that Daniel couldn’t last for more than five minutes. Face contorted in pleasure, the taller man suddenly grabbed Zil by the long black locks of his hair, forcing the entirety of his cock down his tight throat, and he made a strained moan as he came, the head of his member twitching against his soft, wet tongue, shooting streams of salty white semen into the other boy’s mouth.
Cheeks puffed up and full of Daniel’s cum, Zil looked up at him with bright teary eyes, shiny from the rough treatment, but he made not even a noise of complaint. Instead, he swallowed the viscous liquid filling up his mouth with a loud gulp, adam's apple moving slightly with the action. Zil let out a delighted hum, cock still hard and lifting his schoolgirl skirt, and grinned, clearly self-satisfied. “Wow,” he stated breathlessly, the corners of his lips turning up into an arch smile as he nuzzled Daniel’s quickly softening cock. “You really liked the outfit.”
Notes:
Continuing on being called a Dream stan: I just learned that Mr. WasTaken, stealer of smiley faces, was the reason there wasn’t a fucking flower cow in Minecraft. >:O
Just so you know, I could totally take him in a fight.
Next is Xenophilia.
Chapter 28: Day 27 - Tetrophilia
Summary:
Prompt: Xenophilia
Characters: Titus Linus and Pash
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
*Translated from Tirkid-Teds*
Vibrantly coloured eyes darted nervously around the vast, high-ceilinged underwater cave, the pupils practically slits to see in the shadowy, overwhelming darkness that permeated the caves. Heavy metal-tipped boots, clanking against the rocky terrain, he swiftly walked up to the large lagoon that took up the majority of the open cavern, stepping carefully so as to not disturb the fuzzy, bright blue moss that dotted every flat surface Titus could see. He stood on the edge of its shore, water lapping the shiny iron, praying silently for the rumours he had heard were wrong
The water rippled under Titus’s feet, sending an almost fearful shiver down his spine, and his gills flittered nervously when a shadow moved through the murky blue waters. Subconsciously, he reached for the gun hanging on his belt, broad, smooth hands curling around the cool metal. “Who’s there?” he yelled out into the seemingly empty cave, ears flared in a primal instinct to make himself seem more fearsome than he was. The only sounds were his own voice echoing around the open space and the pounding of his heart, loud and rapid in his ears. “Don’t you dare mess with me! I have a gun!”
Despite his snarls into the open, salt-filled air, teeth bared aggressively, the creature in the dark, threatening depths only continued to approach him at a terrifying speed, and a dark jade tail, powerful and colossal, smoothly cut through the water sending large, violent ripples through the water to announce its presence. The moment Titus saw it moving, he knew he had made a mistake even coming here, but his body was frozen with fear, muscles refusing to move. The monster quickly made its way to him and leaped out of the water, a spray of salty water slamming over the poor Turkid, and with a powerful flex of its massive body, salmon pink and propulsive, it hit the solid cave floor with a loud, wet noise as flesh made contact with the rocky ground.
Waves of water flowed off of its long, amphibian body in thin streams, pooling at its webbed feet, as it blinked at Titus with strangely soulful aquamarine eyes, and his hand shook vigorously, trying without avail to aim his gun at its gracious, sympathetic face. It made a series of soft clicking noises that rang through the air, staring at him curiously.
With slow, cautious movements, it walked up to him on four giant limbs, marshy, splayed-out feet squelching where they sank into the soft moss lining the grey stones beneath it, before poking its moist face against Titus’s crotch with no warning, the cold sensation against his most sensitive parts forcing a shocked squeal out of the man. The quickly interested beast, with a strange amount of sentience in its doe-like eyes, continued to prod at his slender, water-built body, one. “What, what the hell are you doing?” he stuttered out incredulously, green eyes wide with shock as he was handled similar to how an inspector might a valuable jewel, simultaneously precious and objectified. Somehow, his strange treatment sent a jolt of arousal through his body, member beginning to harden with interest.
Much to his surprise, the beast responded to his squealing with actual words, tone lazy but just the slightest bit vexed. “What do you think I’m doing, tiny hunter?” The voice was deep yet distinctly feminine, the sardonic timbre sending shivers down Titus’s spine, and it rumbled melodiously with every word. Titus whined out his confusion as he was pushed down to his knees with powerful muscles bearing down on him, hands soon grasping soft, velvety moss.
“You came here, let me come up to you, and now you’re on your knees, but you still dare to act oblivious,” they purred out almost mockingly, a long, reptilian tail coming to curl around his leg, smearing cold slick up the slender limb. Titus’s pants were forced up to expose lengths of dark, smooth skin as the creature, heaving itself onto their hefty hind legs with a heavy humph from the pits of their chest, reached down to seize the slick grey ringlets of his hair. With a careful pull of the delicate strands, they forced Titus plush against the expanse of their thighs, and he gasped softly as a slick organ wriggled out of a pale fleshy slit, rubbing warm fluids appeared in front of him, poking him just as curiously as the beast had before.
So close to it, Titus could see everything that made the creature inhuman, every way their muscle structure differed from his own, every texture that made them alien and unknown, and those realizations urged his mouth to wrap around that squirming tentacle, inches away from his face.
“Can I touch it?” he slurred out desperately, squinting eyes shiny with tears as he breathed in the heavy pheromones filing his senses. “Please?”
The beast just laughed and shoved him closer.
Notes:
This started off as three prompts and ended with one, which wasn't even a prompt to begin with, and it very much shows. I guess I had an idea, but that was 27 days ago, so this ended up as a mess that I just wanted to end from the beginning. Four days left though!
Next is Scratching, Overstimulation, and Xenophilia.
Chapter 29: Day 28 - Scratching, Overstimulation, and Xenophilia
Summary:
Prompt: Scratching, Xenophilia, and Overstimulation
Characters: Deca Scracreins and Ranina
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
*Translated from IOPS Interplanetary Standard Common*
Deca let out a huff of effort as he heaved his groceries up from the back of his ship, thoughtlessly hanging the heavy bags over his shoulders as he trekked across the decrepit apartment complex to get to his flat. He kicked the wooden door open with the toe of his shoe, arms busy with bags full of cheap food and books, and slipped into the dimly lit living room
“Hallo'.” A soft voice, thick with a heavy foreign accent, clearly not made for Common, called out to Deca, the delicate word stumbled over their clumsy tongue. Curled into a corner of the couch, Ranina laid on the creaking cushions, long, carapace-covered legs tucked against their chest with Passions of the Tamalily in their hand and The Beginner's Guide to Learning Interplanetary Standard Common resting askew, long forgotten. “You are back now?” They spoke, tone surprised but not startled, in simple common, the bluntness of their voice making the inexperience they had with the language obvious. “Took so little time. You get what you need, yes?” Thick, spiky eyelashes, coloured a bright neon reddish-orange, shrouded their half-lidded eyes, and legs uncurling slowly, they stretched out to their full potential, over three and a half feet of elegant armoured muscles, with lethargic ease.
“Were you seriously sleeping?” Deca asked him incredulously, quickly walking over to a table to unceremoniously dump the groceries. “I left you here to study. If you’re not going to study, then you might as well help me with the groceries.”
Letting out a long sigh, Ranina casually hopped off the large, fusty couch, clearly worn with years of previous owners, and standing up to their full height, they walked over to the table and started sorting. “The book made my head hurt. I don’t like your words. They are too…” and they trailed off, trying to think of a word they could use in their very limited arsenal. “... Not simple. Too many words for things that are not important, and it takes long to say what is. It’s hard to follow with your flower words,” they grumbled bitterly, long, angular face twisted in frustration as they tucked vegetables into the lower shelves.
“Too convoluted?” Deca offered as he collected the bags to use for later.
"Yes, I think. I needed a…" Ranina made a guttural sound as he spoke the word, rough and clipped with heavy syllables. "Had to stop."
Letting out a sympathetic hum, Deca ran his fingers down Ranina's exposed back, hard and smooth exoskeleton colored a bright cyan blue, shiny in the dim light. "Well, as long as you try. I got snondi roots, so I was hoping to make that dish I really like, if you'll eat it, then we can sit down and I'll tell you about work."
"Yes. That is good for me."
" So , this fucking asshole decides that it's a good idea to get up there, and of course he falls, because it's a terrible fucking idea and he’s an idiot, but he has the gall to blame me for not holding him steadily enough!” With aggressive stabs of his fork, Deca rambled about the idiot customers in his retail job as he shovelled food into his mouth, chewing aggressively between words. Ranina barely caught half of what he said but nodded anyway. “I mean, what the hell, right?”
“Yes. That man is an ‘asshole’,” he responded, voice uncertain as they slid his tongue over the foreign word. “A real ‘dick’.”
Deca chuckled at his tone of voice. “Good job! I’m sorry about that outburst earlier, it wasn’t nice of me. You’ve been doing really well for someone who couldn’t understand a lick of common two tikanokik ago.” The corners of their lips turned upwards, they smiled bashfully, one sharp, angular hand reaching across the table to hold Deca’s, dark-grey and taloned.
“Thank you, but you don’t need to feel bad. You were not feeling happy when that man was doing you badly, so you were stressed and that made you angry. I forgive you,” they said with a gentle squeeze of the slender appendage. “I love your food. You cook very good.”
“Thanks.” Unlike Ranina’s tough exterior, Deca could blush, and blush he did, all bright red cheeks and bristling blue feathers, as the other caressed his arms.
“You’re welcome. I have thought of a way to make you feel happier,” they stated suddenly, springing up off the chair to walk to Deca’s side, large yet tender hands lovingly touching his sides. “Open your legs.” Deca made an embarrassed squeak at their words, legs spreading wider to give Ranina's hand more room inside his boxers as the soft, fleshy fingers brushed against his cloaca, and mouth lolling open, three appendages creeped out of his gaping maw to poke at his moist hole, dripping with sweetness. Their tongue soon followed, and as it forced its way into the twitching, desperate hole, raw, orgasmic sounds retched out of Deca’s mouth. “Good boy,” Ranina purred as they looked up at Deca, their cool blue eyes carnal and animalistic.
Legs roughly shoved over his shoulders, Deca screamed as a thick cock slammed into him, savagely forcing its way into a hole clearly not made for it.
Though Deca was slick with arousal and vigorously prepped with lube, Ranina just wasn’t made to penetrate him. It was just too long, too curved for his anatomy, forcing a square peg into a circle hole, touching places that were never meant to be touched. Where the member unnaturally stretched his guts, splitting him open, Deca was overwhelmed by a mix of pleasure and pain, and he loved it. Shrieks and sobs of pleasure were brutally forced out of Deca’s mouth, so loud that everybody in the apartment complex could surely hear him being ravaged on their cheap, creaky bed, but he didn’t care. He was being fucked with a cock that filled him up so well, made his eyes roll into the back of his skull, usually flat stomach bulging with the proof of his pleasure, and that was all that mattered in the moment.
His toes curled, overwhelmed, and muscles clenching tight around the dick ravaging his most precious parts, he orgasmed with a violent jerk of his body, copious amounts of slick dripping down his thighs. Though Deca was dazed from orgasm, body weak-limbed and limp, Ranina didn’t wait for him to recover to continue pounding into the tight, wet hole, every thrust deliberate to drive Deca crazy. Instinct drove Deca to dig his claws into their tough carapace, no matter how useless it was against the impenetrable keratin, and he made a pitiful noise as he was overwhelmed by the sheer sensation devastating his body. Saliva dripped down Deca’s chin as the poor man just held on and cried as Ranina’s cock fucked him in even, powerful strokes. The slick heat was just too much to resist, and although his eyes were shiny with tears, they only slammed into him harder, knowing exactly how rough he liked it.
Stomach twisting itself into agonizing knots of pain-pleasure, Deca exploded in rapture once again, leaving thin white lines down their back as he curled his sharp nails into their body into the smooth exoskeleton and raked them down Ranina’s body, overwhelmed by the sheer sensation.
There was a certain glory to it, to be so easy for something so entirely not made for his body, guttural sounds of pleasure pouring out of his mouth nonstop. It was too much, the way light bursts beneath his eyelids as he was brought to orgasm, again and again and again, and the sharpness, the ache inhabiting every inch of his body, was so satisfying to his orgasm-stupid brain, absolutely fried stupid on endorphins. Deca’s legs shook violently over their shoulders, the touch of Ranina’s cool, textured hands setting his skin alight. With what little strength he had left in his orgasm-ravaged body, Deca rolled up his hips back against Ranina’s with each hefty, piercing thrust of their cock as it slid into him, making a carnal, lubricious squelching noise every time they were fully buried.
Wet, heavy tears were dripping down Deca’s face as he whined lowly, matting the bright blue feathers specking his softly curved cheeks and turning the pale grey skin of his face into dark, irritated blotches, and gently running their hands down his oversensitive body, Ranina made soft shushing noises in an attempt to comfort him, even as they kept fucking him with the same rapid, merciless pace. Their nails dug into the curved expanse of his hips, leaving the slightest crescent indent in the unresisting skin.
“Deca,” Ranina cooed out breathlessly, raising a steady hand to wipe away his overwhelmed tears. Their grip on Deca’s hips kept the whimpering shaking man still, gave no relief from the overwhelming sensation of their thick cock penetrating his hole. “I am near. Only a little time longer, love. You can do this for me, yes?” Deca nodded eagerly, even as his body shook in protest, and he came again only a moment later with another harsh snap of Ranina’s hips, letting out a high keen as the pleasure ripped through his body.
With a tight, wet hole suddenly clenching around their cock, Ranina started slamming into Deca’s hips more desperately, losing their carefully made composure as they approached climax. Deca made a harsh, choked sound every time their erection was forced into their body, the bump on his abdomen from where they were stretching his stomach with its length waxing and waning with each thrust. When Ranina pressed their hand against the bulge, making it feel even bigger and even more unnatural inside of him, Deca gave up on noises altogether, mouth slack with euphoria and hazy grey eyes rolled back into his skull, and he ran his claws down their back again, even though it barely even left scratches.
Only moments later, Ranina finally came with a vicious growl, burying themselves inside Deca’s tight hole as they painted his walls with copious amounts of semen. Filled up to the brim with their thick, sticky seed, Deca shivered as he was overcome with the sensation of the clear fluid coating his insides, every warm, wet drop thousand times more prominent because of how sensitive he was.
He made a low moan when they finally pulled out, thin strings of semen connecting the cock to their wet, gaping hole, both of their genitals shiny with their combined sexual fluids. Hands sliding off their back, Deca stared up at Ranina with tired, half-lidded eyes, spread legs just as limp as the rest of his exhausted body, lying on their rickety old bed. His legs were sticky and glistening with the shine of his own slick, and cum slowly dripped out of his hole, into the mattress.
“Are you happier now?” Ranina asked softly. Holding up a spent hand into a thumbs up, Deca made a soft noise of affirmation, slightly moving his head to nod. “Good. Time to clean.”
Notes:
Much better! This took an annoyingly long time, but I ended up very satisfied with it! Only three more days left! :D
Next is Glory Hole and Worshipping.
Chapter 30: Day 29 - Glory Hole
Summary:
Prompt: Glory Hole
Characters: Zarana (clone alien)
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Something was pressing against Zarana’s cheek. It pressed the chubby skin, wet and insistent, and she cringed as warm, clear cum dripped down her delicate face. The cock, long and rigid, eagerly hung out of a small circular hole in the wall, just waiting to be touched and taken care of. Zanara sighed, exasperated, and with a slender, deft hand, she grasped the erect organ in a tight grip. She tugged her hand up and down its length, massaging it with her soft, uncalloused palms, and once the head was slick and shiny with precum, she pressed it up to plush lips, gently caressing the sensitive head.
Just as Zarana was about to start lapping at the cock in her hand, the tip of her tongue poking out from between red lips, another cock suddenly slipped through into her little box, and Zarana rolled her eyes. Still, she reached the hand not holding up the first cock to the second, gently thumbing the fleshy tip, and enveloping the heavy erection pressing against her mouth, her cheeks hollowed. The man behind the cock, skin pale and slightly translucent, let out a loud moan as she swallowed around his thick cock, tongue flicking playfully at his slit. On the other side, the other person slammed against the door of her room, clearly upset that he wasn’t getting as much attention, and Zarana hummed thoughtfully around the cock stuffing her mouth, sending pleasurable vibrations down its length.
Time to get to work, she guessed.
Notes:
This is only barely not the shortest chapter in this entire thing, but I’ve been doing this for so long that I’m running on my last fumes. Just waiting for 31, because I promise that one will be banger :D Two chapters left!
Next is Aftercare and Bondage
Chapter 31: Day 30 - Aftercare, Bondage
Summary:
Prompt: Bondage and Aftercare
Characters: Tracy and Nate
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Tracy whined out weakly, teeth aggressively digging into the rubber ball stuffed in her mouth. "Nggh!" she growled at the man kneeling over her smugly. Loud moans of pleasure failed to be stifled as she squirmed in place, soft yet firmly tied ropes keeping her stuck and complacent to the torture of her sweet spots.
"Calm down sweetie," Nate cooed faux-sweetly, scruffy face twisted into a complacent smile as he slid a cold hand over her struggling, tied-up body, seemingly an attempt to comfort her. It failed horribly, not because the touch was particularly terrible, but because nothing could relax Tracy when a vibrator was pressed against her clit, humming between her plush thighs at its highest possible frequencies. Sweat dripped down her face and her own sexual fluids down her legs, but Nate only groped her body with greedy hands, watching her torment with a sick sort of fascination.
A cry was ripped from her mouth as Tracy orgasmed on the toy for a third time, face twisting into an expression of both misery and pleasure, and her cunt wetted with the endorphins tearing through her body. "Oh? You came again. Not really surprising, but I hope you enjoyed that." Nate's voice, still as smug as ever, was strong and sonorous to the ear, infuriating and arousing in equal measures. "I think you did. Your face was very pretty when you came." Tracy just growled at him, to which Nate let out a short laugh in amusement.
Tracy's rebellion instantly escaped as her body registered the vibrations against her most sensitive places, now unbearable to her overstimulated body, and she let out a wretched sob, staring up at Nate with begging eyes filled with anguish.
Hands tied behind her back, Tracy tucked her middle finger under her thumb, a distinctive motion, as tears ran down her tanned face, pale hollow cheeks stained and flushed. The moment Nate saw the gesture, the smug look plastered onto his face fell away to reveal genuine concern, and he fumbled to undo the ball gag rendering her mute. "Are you ok?" he asked Tracy, voice high with worry.
"Turn off the fucking vibe, you dick!" she cried out, and Nate quickly did just that. Muscles finally untensing, Tracy let out a soft sigh of relief, relaxing as her tired body finally was given a break. "I'm fine," she said after a moment of silence, panting heavily. "Just overstimulated."
An understanding nod was sent in her direction, Nate's face still twisted and vigilant. "Do you want to continue with the scene or finish for the night?"
"Finish, I think. I'm fucking exhausted, and my joints hurt." Gentle hands suddenly pressed to her body, Nate undid the knots binding her body with experienced efficiency. Scooped up into strong arms, Tracy was quickly carried into the bedroom, a thick blanket thrown on top of her the moment she was placed onto the bed, warming her quickly cooling skin. Aching limbs were massaged by skillful fingers, and a lukewarm glass of water was pressed to chapped, thirsty lips, already shiny with saliva. After he deemed Tracy properly taken care of, Nate slipped under the covers next to her, pressing his warm, strong body flush to her back, and lovingly nuzzled the back of her neck. "You did really well," he whispered huskily. "You were so good for me, and so pretty too."
Abashedly soft eyelids unsteadily blinking shut, Tracy hummed tiredly in response to the praise, utterly content.
Notes:
I think this is the only prompt in the entire month that featured a man and a woman where the man doesn’t get fucked up the ass. Lol.
Anyway. Day 31 is taking longer than I thought it would, and I'm not compromising it for the sake of time. So! Instead, I will be posting it in two parts, one tomorrow and one... when I finish the chapter! I promise the wait will be worth it.
Next is…Whatever I want!
Chapter 32: Day 31 - Whatever I Want - Part 1
Summary:
Prompt: Heat
Characters: Aspen Underhill-Margiela, Rowan Margiela, and Milo Simons
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
When Milo walked up to the fancy, intricately carved wooden door of the Underhill-Margiela estate, all tall and regal and obnoxiously rich, his stomach ached with a dull pain, the sensation dull and already half-forgotten yet bone-deep. Subconsciously, he knew it was the first sight that his heat was coming, just like the soft haziness plaguing the edges of his mind and the slight warmth beginning to radiate from his pale skin. Still, despite the knowledge of how terrible of an idea it was to be here, especially in this condition, Milo was still stood on the front porch of his best friend and his brand new alpha husband. It was dangerous, stupid, irrational; he had no clue why he even came here.
Well, Milo had an inkling as to why.
There was no denying the pathetic puppy crush he had on Aspen, who he had liked the moment they met twelve years ago, both of them small children with baby fat still clinging to their cheeks. Ever since, Milo’s attraction to the stocky, competent beta, all mischievous forest green eyes and unruly brown hair that curled down to his shoulders, had never waned. Aspen’s chaotic personality and his humour never failed to make him laugh, every moment spent with him making his heart flutter dangerously, and even though Aspen was married now, Milo just couldn’t get over the way he made him feel, the beta the subject of many heat-crazed fantasies during his teens.
Milo was in love with Aspen, that was so obvious that even strangers would take one look at how desperately Milo draped his lanky body onto the shorter boy and instantly assume they were lovers or even mates, but at least Aspen’s beta dynamic didn’t physically torture him. Rowan, on the other hand, was practically unbearable to be around. Milo was still very bitter towards the taller boy for not only stealing his best friend but also eloping with Aspen while he was out of town, meaning he never even got the chance to be the best man, but that wasn’t the main problem.
His true setback regarding the lanky alpha was that every time Milo was even near him, if he caught even a trace of his sea-salt, cedarwood scent, so strong and masculine, a swell of attraction rushed through his lanky body, and Milo always melted in his tall, towering presence, unable to resist the instincts drawing him to bare his neck to him in submission. His very existence drove the poor omega insane, hindbrain screaming at him to show off his shoulders, tease him into biting down on the unmarked expanses of Milo’s scent glands and claim him. To add to the miseries and pining, Rowan was a handsome man as well, armed with an elegant face and calm grey eyes framed by fine sandy eyelashes that left every omega (i.e. Milo) breathless in their wake.
What only worsened his stupid, irrational feelings was that Rowan was the nicest, most respectful alpha Milo had ever met, disregarding his own brothers. Even if he had the backbone of a chocolate eclair, constantly yielding to Aspen’s sometimes domineering personality in a wholly un-alphan way, he was kind to Milo, and he just couldn’t hold a grudge against the alpha, he was just so good to him. Each time they crossed paths, no matter what he was doing, Rowan would take the time to buy him a bouquet of sweet-smelling flowers, alstroemeria, carnations, and red, red roses, just because he knew that Milo liked them.
Maybe, if Rowan had a more stereotypical personality for his dynamic, or if Aspen didn’t have such a tight grip on the ownership of his heart, Milo could move on to more feasible love interests, preferably people not in a legal union together. He was actively trying not to crush on his lovely, unavailable, married friends. Standing aimlessly on their front door was certainly not helping his distress, and the ache permeating his abdomen only made it more difficult to think. They didn’t deserve Milo’s dynamic screwing around their relationship, no matter how desperate he was for his affections.
Milo took a step down the stone steps, just about to leave, when the dreaded dark oak door suddenly swung up open with a barely audible creak. With it, a short, perky brunette ran out of the large dwelling, bright green eyes peeking cheerfully through waves and waves of long, thick hair, delighted when they came across icy blue ones. Aspen shoved strands of too-long brown out of his eyes, looking up at the tall lanky omega with the pure sort of affection reserved for a best friend of decades.
“Milo!” he cried out excitedly. Nearly tripping over his leather boots, the corners of Aspen’s round cheeks instantly turned up in a dazzling smile as he scrambled down the stairs after the taller boy. His arms reached out to grab said man with a tight grip, practically leaping onto him with elation in his presence, and wrapped Milo in a tight hug as they crashed together. Once Aspen was done squeezing the absolute life out of his slender, lean frame, he dug his face into Milo’s scent glands in greeting, and he pushed some of his scents into the junction of his neck, either oblivious or uncaring of the way Milo’s breath hitches at the casual intimate touch. Taking his wrists down the omega’s neck and upper back, smearing earthy scents onto his pale skin, he marked Milo’s shoulders with an almost possessive claim.
When they separated, Milo’s cheek hurt from smiling, slender, bony hands still rested peacefully on Aspen’s shoulders, and with a voice leaking with happiness, he managed to whisper out a shy, “It’s been a while,” both of them desperately trying not to laugh to a joke shared only between them.
“It has,” Aspen replied in agreement. “I missed you. You should have visited more.” His voice was filled with sincerity, staring up at Milo with soft, fond eyes. “Rowan’s made your favourite, so you can actually eat something that isn’t potatoes for once.”
“Oh, thank god! I was worried that I’d have to come here to save your house from whatever monstrosity you ended up making,” cried out the omega in a mock-relieved tone, resulting in a strong elbow to his gut. “But seriously, thank you. I missed you too.”Their eyes alight with mischief, Milo had to squeeze Aspen again to stifle ribbing remarks about to slip from his crimson lips. “Don’t tease,” he scolded lightly, and with a hand on Milo’s waist, calloused but gentle fingers dipping into his subtle curves, they walked back towards Aspen’s house side to side, Milo once again forgetting the heat just barely radiating from his skin.
Milo barely made it two steps into the mansion before he was engulfed in the wonderful feeling of Rowan’s arms around him, a hand resting on the back of his skull pulling him into his masculine redolence. For a moment, Milo cut himself some slack as he melted into the alpha’s warm arms, instincts delighted by the contact. Revelling in the feeling of a light claim washing over him, he turned his nose into Rowan’s scent glands, coaxing out just a little more in a move that would be presumptuous to even the most modern omega. Rowan said nothing to acknowledge his behaviour, only hugging him tighter as Aspen closed the door behind them.
With a rich, baritone voice rumbling with charm and debonair, Rowan greeted him with a curt yet friendly, “Hello,” as they separated, face pulled into the slightest of smiles. Milo waved a bony hand in response, pale face shy and flushed at the attention he was being given by both of the objects of his affections, and between the warmth of the house cushioning his lanky body from the cold fingers of outside, the rich smell of food permeating throughout the house, and their almost overwhelming presence, he felt warm, hyper-aware of the broad hands rested on his back and shoulder. “I’ve made us pasta and grilled chicken.”
“Sounds good,” Milo responded in an absent voice, suddenly distracted from the handsome alpha by the equally irresistible odour of sustenance invading his senses. He looked around the foyer, all shiny and clean, and stifled the approving purr of his instincts, praising Aspen and Rowan for their roomy, expensive house and good food, the perfect place for pups with curly brown hair and grey eyes to run rampant.
“People have told me that it is. Come on now,” said Rowan casually, gently leading Milo off towards the delicious smell. “You must be hungry.”
He was. Milo trailed after the married men as they walked through the spacious, luxurious mansion. Showing him around each of the many, many rooms, the trio was engaged in vibrant conversation, completely engrossed in each other’s presence with the casual ease shown only in people who knew each other well, all the way up to the dinner table, already set for three. The elegant, intimate room was lit up with warm light from a radiant crystal chandelier, voluminous and obscenely ornate from where it hung from the ceiling, and Milo basked in the beauty of the room as Rowan showed him to his seat, in between him and Aspen, and served dinner.
In between bites of savoury, ambrosial food, he kept up his idle chatter with Aspen, both of them loud and animated as they joked around with each other, while Rowan was content to simply listen, polite and wonderfully attentive to the two of them. He was especially focused on Milo, grey eyes rarely leaving him, and the omega silently preened at the attention this strong, privileged alpha was giving him.
It was practically torture, both the way they looked at him and the way they looked at each other, the way Rowan let out breathy little chuckles at insides jokes shared only by them, how Aspen fed the alpha bits of his own food from across the table. Still, he ignored the heat slowly ramping up under his skin, and the ache slowly congregating to his lower abdomen, too stubborn to give up the moment, precious and torturous in equal measures.
Eventually, it came to a point where, bushy eyebrows raised, Aspen reached a cool, calloused hand and pressed it to Milo’s sweaty forehead, round face scrunching up in concern at the heat radiating from his skin. “Hey, you’re burning up a little, are you alright?” he asked in a worried tone, standing out of his chair to look at the omega, who just whined and leaned into the touch. On Milo’s other side, Rowan, with an equally worried expression on his handsome face, also pressed his hand to the skin, quickly making an equally disapproved sound.
Milo shook his head in denial, even as he practically melted into them. “I’m fine,” he said weakly.
Aspen scoffed, rolling his eyes with exasperation. “You’re clearly not. Did you catch a cold? It’s very chilly out there, and I left you out there a while.”
“If you’re implying that what’s happening is your fault, it’s not, so just shut up,” Milo huffed out in response.
Past the fretting expression dominating his face, Aspen laughed out in amusement. “So you admit there’s something going on?” His voice was full of amusement as Milo’s face instantly turned a bright ruddy red, splotchy and intense of his clammy pale skin, and he stammered out a mixture of half-baked insults and excuses as he was looked on in twin looks of fond vexation. “It’s probably nothing, but I’d like you to spend the night. You’re in no condition to walk back home by yourself, and I already know you won’t let me call your dad, so you’re going to stay here,” Aspen stated in a matter-of-fact tone, talking like he was going to stay regardless of if he argued about it, and Milo’s instincts preened at the authority in his voice.
Still, he couldn’t help but childishly whine out, “What, like you’re my dad?” to the beta, even as he let Aspen lead him through a complex maze of rooms and hallways, Rowan having left the house to buy medicine at the nearby market.
They eventually made it to a cozy-looking bedroom somewhere in the mansion, a seemingly endless king-sized bed smack in the middle of the room, layer upon layer of warm and comfy blankets stacked on top of it, and Milo, parting from Aspen’s gentle grasp around his shoulder, stumbled into the cushioned mattress, jumbling up all of the thick, downy blankets into a rumpled mess of a nest.
“There you go,” Aspen cooed softly, running thick, dexterous, tenderly gentle fingers through the unruly locks of Milo’s blond hair. As Milo buried himself into the velvety pile, blinking at him with tired eyes, the hormones running rampant throughout his fertile body praised Aspen for how well he was taking care of him. His abdomen ached with the desire to be bred, heat curling inside him almost painfully, and Aspen’s earthy scents were only heightening his desire.
He would have spread his legs for the beta without hesitation, invited Aspen into his nest and got knocked up with his child without hesitation, if not for the exhaustion seeping into his aching bones. Even with all the reasons his best friend was incredibly unavailable, Milo’s instincts lusted for him and his alpha both, ignorant to the reality that Aspen did not return his affections.
Milo fell asleep miserably curled up in the bed, ignoring the way his skin hummed with need, cunt already dripping with slickness.
He woke up with heat simmering low in his belly, his boxers wet and sticking to his thighs, and a tongue so dry it was like he’d never had water before in his life. His gut felt like it was rolling, and his thighs shook with each movement he made, body helplessly aroused and desperate for relief. Milo had already shucked his pants off long ago, the heavy smell of slick permeating throughout the room. Pale skin shiny with sweat, his shirt was quickly yanked off as well as he overheated under layers of heavy blankets laid on top of his trembling body.
Forcing himself not to grind on every available surface, Milo was trying to push through the arousal, refusing to spread the sweet scent of his heat everywhere in the room. He knew that if he tried to get off, he’d only get more distressed with every hint of release, unable to satisfy his needy body by himself, craving for mates that he didn’t have. He just had to be strong enough, ignore his wet, throbbing hole begging for attention.
It was too much.
Milo rolled onto his back to give himself more room, and wiggling out of his underwear with practiced ease, he let out a miserable whine as he teased the wet folds of his cunt, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes from the pleasure. Then he pushed two inside of the dripping slit, automatically moaning at the pleasurable sensation as his abdominal muscles squeezed around the skinny digits, still not enough to trick his heat-ridden mind into thinking it was a cock.
He thrusted his fingers in and out, again and again, rubbing incessantly at his most sensitive parts, and got more and more turned on by the squelching noises his pussy was making, slick already dripping down his shapely inner thighs. Hips moving of their own volition, pleasurable shivers ran down his spine as Milo began to hump his hand, grinding his clit against the smooth skin of his palm, and he did it again, his moans harder to suppress. His pussy only got wetter in his pants as he continued sloppily thrusting his hips downwards, toes curling in arousal.
With tears staining his cheeks an angry red, Milo felt like he was losing his mind. No matter how hard he fucked himself, or how fast he rubbed his swollen, needy clit, he couldn’t satisfy the heat plaguing his body. The part of his brain that wanted to resist was completely drowned out by the desperation that was taking him over like a parasite, desperate for a fat cock fucking his insides roughly. A knot, splitting his guts in half, was the only thing that could relieve the sensations ravaging his mind, bring some sort of comfort to his squirming body.
Milo needed Aspen. He needed Rowan. He needed one of them to be here now and kiss him and touch him and fuck him and-
No. Aspen and Rowan were mated and married and completely unavailable for Milo’s lustful affections, and the omega just had to remember that neither of them would ever want him. As much as he wanted Aspen to pin him down and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe and fuck him to the soft mattress, face down, ass up just like a whore, Milo just had to deal with his heat by himself. The two fingers currently thrusting in and out his wet, hungry pussy suddenly weren’t enough, and with a loud, needy moan, ringing throughout the room, he shoved a third finger inside, noisy sounds of pleasure spilling from his mouth as he curled them into his g-spot, long, elegant legs shamelessly raised into the air.
So enraptured in the eroticism of his own pleasure, fingers glistening with copious amounts of slick, Milo failed to notice the quiet voices murmuring right outside the room, nor the loud knock on the thick wooden door guarding his lustful, supple body to the horrors of the outside, and with a soft, barely-there creek of the hinges, Aspen slipped into the room holding a warm bowl of soup and some ordinary-looking pills on a plate, Milo’s hole still filled with the unsatisfying lengths of fingers.
When he saw the wildly indecent state of his friend, Aspen let out a loud gasp, green eyes wide with alarm, and soup and pills forgotten, he spun around suddenly and slammed the heavy door behind him with a loud, violent bang, right on Rowan’s face. Milo’s body, previously frozen in shock by the sudden encounter, flinched at the loud sound, quickly yanking his fingers out from between the pink folds of his cunt with an obvious embarrassment. Plush, rosy lips parted in shock, he stared at the beta like a deer caught in headlights, the entirety of his slim, lissom body flushed red from both shame and the heat.
Bright red soup dripped down Aspen’s muscular forearms, bottle left forgotten on the floor, and as he fumbled with the lock of the door with stained wet hands, his face was twisted into a clear expression of mortification and concern when he finally looked up again. When their eyes met, Milo became even redder at the other man’s intense gaze and he pulled up the thick covers of the blankets over his bare, exposed body with a sheepish expression. “I’m so sorry,” he quietly whimpered out, voice heavy and shaking even as his body buzzed with hormones at Aspen’s presence. Tightly wrapping a thick fur blanket around his pale frame as a makeshift robe, Milo started to inch his way off the plush mattress in nervousness. “I shouldn’t have come here,” he rambled out in a high, skittish voice as he reached down to grab his pants, ignoring the warm slick dripping off “Let me just get dressed and then I’ll leave immediately, I swear, get out of your hair-”
“What?” Aspen interrupted Milo with an outraged expression of exasperation.“There’s absolutely no way you’re leaving. In your current state. You’d probably end up tripping into a snow heap while you’re wandering home and dying of hypothermia.” Reverting back into the messy layers of his makeshift nest, the omega cowered at the intensity of his words, staring at the beta with anxious baby blues.
“I can-”
“And don’t even think about saying you’ll call your brother. I’ve known you for twelve fucking years, you won’t. I’m not letting my best friend wander into danger because of his pride,” snapped back Aspen, voice filled with frustration as he towered over the other man at the edge of the bed, and Milo cringed even further at the crossness in his tone, blankets tugged around him even tighter.
The sharp, sour miasma of distress permeating through the air, Aspen’s cold eyes quickly warmed as he looked at the slender omega curled up in his bed, pretty red lips pouting with anxiety, and carefully sitting down on the bed, the corners of his lips turned up into a soft, comforting smile. “Hey,” he spoke in a serene voice, gently placing a calloused hand on Milo’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for speaking to you like that. You’re incredibly capable, and I should’ve been more gentle speaking to you.”
Milo let out a stubborn huff at the other man, sulking as he peeked out of the warm nest with wild blond hair. “Yeah,” he breathed out with a shaky faux-confidence, bright blue eyes nervously locked onto Aspen. “I’m an adult. I do what I want.”
Stifling a giggle of amusement at his childish tones, Aspen nodded. “You are. I’m sorry, I was just worried about you. You know I’m protective. I don’t want you to get hurt, but I shouldn’t have yelled at you for it.”
Instantly relaxing at the beta’s gentle tone and presence, Milo finally melted into the earthy scents and warm heat of Aspen’s body, curling into his open neck, and with the sour distress finally dissipating, his pouting expression transformed into one that was more teasing, full of brattiness at his friend’s expense.
“Oh? You love me?” he cooed, eyes sparkling, full of energy and mischief even as he squirmed under the covers, clearly turned on.
Aspen’s face, freckled and sun-tanned from days in the sun, suddenly flushed, bright green eyes darting away from the other man, and his nose flared, clearly affected by the sweet, aroused scent reeking from the omega. “No, you little bastard,” Aspen growled back, baring his teeth with just the slightest bit of dominance, even as his muscular arms were firmly wrapped around Milo’s shoulders in a wholly platonic manner. “I just don’t want you to get hurt so I don’t get hunted by your feral pack of overprotective older brothers. I rather like my head where it is on my shoulders, thank you very much!”
Milo giggled brightly at the remark, instantly tucking his face into the comforting space underneath Aspen’s neck. “Yeah, they would one-hundred percent absolutely destroy you, no questions asked.” As he quietly snickered into the crook of his neck, the uncomfortable tension previously rife throughout the air seamlessly drained out as the two men slowly curled closer together, Milo’s nose pressed flush to his scent glands.
Warm, hot breaths caressing his sun-kissed skin, Aspen patiently tolerated the other man’s affectionate attempts to wrap his temperate, hormone-filled body around him, eagerly pressing himself insistently into the comfort of Aspen’s build, strong and sturdy and so good at taking care of him. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call them?” he asked again, voice taking on a patient tone of voice. “You know they won't mind.”
“No thanks,” he hummed tiredly, turning away from Aspen’s neck to rest his head on his bulky shoulder. “If I ask Dave to bail me out of anything else that is heat-related, I swear, he’s just going to lose it. He’ll start tracking my cycles so he can kidnap me to Dad’s house, or something stupid like that.” He laughed, short yet full of mirth. “I really don’t want to spend my heats for the next ten years in a cuddle pile composed of all of my closest blood relatives.”
“Well, since you’re not leaving by yourself-” Aspen paused to raise a thick, bushy brow in a wry motion, Milo whining beside him in protest. “Don’t give me that look, I’m not letting you out like this in this weather. Anyway, you can stay here. Rowan will be ok with staying out of the house for the week, or at least until your heat is over. I know he won’t mind.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” His voice was soft and unsure as he questioned the green-eyed beta.
“Of course I don’t! I’m more than happy to help you through your heat!”
For a moment, Milo seemed satisfied with Aspen’s answer, once again melting into his broad side without resistance, but suddenly, right out of the blue and for seemingly no reason, he asked Aspen again. “But why?”
Aspen’s face scrunched up at the question, turning his head down to Milo in confusion.“Why wouldn’t I help you? You’re my best friend,” he exclaimed genuinely, sliding his gentle hands up to cup the gentle curve of Milo’s cheek, but still, Milo was not satisfied.
In a sudden burst of hormone-fuelled agitation, Milo frowned. “Don’t avoid the question,” he growled at Aspen, a cold tone clearly meant to be antagonistic. “You literally had to slam a door in front of your husband to keep him out, and you’re offering to force him out of his own house! Why are you letting me stay?”
Aspen shrunk away from the combative omega, holding his hands up between him and the combative omega, practically baring his teeth at him, in surprise. “Why do you keep asking this?” he snapped back defensively. “You already know why! If you want to leave, you don’t have to do some backhanded method to convince me to let you leave, because if you don't feel safe here, I’ll take you home myself. I just want you to be safe.”
Milo let out a high, dramatic whine from deep in the pits of his chest, squirming uncomfortably next to Aspen from under layers of warm, comfortable blankets. “But I don’t want to leave. That’s not what I meant when I asked you the question, which you still haven’t answered, by the way!”
“Is it so unbelievable that I just care about you, because I do!” Aspen exclaimed with frustration, looking at Milo with floundering, infuriated viridescent eyes.
“Why are you letting me stay?” Milo repeated intensely.
“I-” Aspen stuttered with unclear, inarticulate strands of words, unable to articulate his thoughts in the face of Milo’s fiery expression so close to him.
“Answer the question!”
“Because I’m in love with you!” Aspen blurted out in frustration, green eyes shiny and intense across from Milo’s.
The moment the words escaped him, Aspen’s face went white with panic as he realized what he had just admitted to Milo, hands hovering aimlessly in front of him.
Still, he kept talking. “Because I have been hopelessly in love with you for a decade, and even if I can’t have you, I can take care of you until you find someone who actually deserves you. And I saw you fucking masturbating and it fried my brain so badly that I’m still telling you this, like an absolute idiot.” Words involuntarily spilled out from the beta’s mouth, a river of unfiltered thoughts, filling up the silence left by a speechless Milo, jaw dropped and lips unintentionally parted in shock, and they stared at each other in practically unbearable eye contact, marinating in the weight of the admission.
“And now you think I’m a horrid, perverted creep and I’ve lost one of my closest friends,” he hissed out into the tense air, voice filled with regret as he held his head in his hands on the verge of crying. “God, let me just call someone to come get you, and you’ll never have to look at my sorry ass again.” With a heavy look in his eyes, overpowered by guilt, Aspen moved to sit up, only to be stopped by a slender hand on the fabric of his sweater, slim, delicate fingers curling tightly into the soft material.
“Aspen?” Milo asked, eyes wide and shining with some uninterpretable emotion as he prevented said man from leaving the room.
“What?” he practically growled, shoulders hunched defensively and voice thick with shame. “What more do you need to know about my attraction? It’s bad enough that you know how much of a creep I am, but I already feel guilty enough for that. I know you’ll never want me in any capacity, so you really don’t need to prolong my suffering to humiliate me any further.”
Lips pressed together tightly, Milo’s face was turned away from the other man, expression unable to be seen, and he was quiet for a very long time. “But that’s not true,” he abruptly muttered, so soft and bashful that the beta could barely hear that he was saying anything.
”What?”
“That’s not true,” Milo repeated with a tone more filled with certainty yet still so shy and nervous, a gentle pink flush painting his cheeks as he turned to look up at Aspen. “I do want you. I always thought you didn’t want me, so I never told you, but I do.”
“You’re not saying this just to make me feel better, are you?” the beta asked him, gentle hands fidgeting in the seat of his lap. His eyes were hesitant but filled with hope, glancing in Milo’s direction.
“Aspen?” Milo asked patiently.
“Yeah?”
A thin, fair eyebrow was raised in fond exasperation, his lips quirked up to the side. “You’ve been friends with me for twelve years. You know I would never lie about something like this.”
All of the tension in Aspen’s body left at his words, and he looked at Milo with an intense expression of giddy love, sending excited shivers down Milo’s spine. Warm, calloused hands moved to hold Milo’s gently, the grip around the slender joints solid and intensely comforting to his instincts.
“Really? You actually like me the way I do you?” Milo nodded eagerly, grinning so widely and with such joy that his cheeks hurt.“Wow. I- I don’t know what to say. Can I kiss you?”
Milo nodded again, in lieu of actual words, unable to help the shy yet buoyant look he gave the other man, and cupping his cheek in a tender motion, Aspen gently tilted his head to the side, loving expression viewed through half-lidded eyes. Leaning in closer to the other man, Milo’s heart beat faster and faster as Aspen’s sun-kissed face came up to his own, small hands placed firmly on his strong chest.
Their lips brushed, hot bursts of passion ravaging Milo’s senses. Warm slick started to drip down his thighs excessively, muscles tensing with arousal, and once again, Milo was reminded of his heat as Aspen stared at him with sultry green eyes filled with desire. His nostrils flared as he was hit with the sweet smell of his cologne, and eyes fluttering shut, entirely caught up in Aspen’s presence, he crushed their lips together.
Milo let out a soft groan into Aspen’s mouth, hands sliding up to grip soft brown hair in lustful passion, and he let the other man deepen the kiss with a tilt of his head to the side, gently biting his lower lip with blunt teeth, a crooked nose brushing against his own. Milo could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through his hair as they breathed each other in.
Broad, reverent hands firm on his hips, Aspen helped Milo climb onto his lap, body draped and relaxed upon that strong, compact frame. Their lips unwillingly separated with a wet sound, though for only a moment with the change in position, and heavy puffs of breath escaped chapped lips as Aspen panted, desperate for the breath Milo had been stealing. Milo’s desperate whine from the detachment, needily pressing their bodies together, was quickly cut off as their mouths reunited, the kiss made deeper by their bodies flush to each other, unwilling to let go. Milo parted his lips and felt Aspen washing over like a wave of warmth, curling his toes, unfurling all his senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.
Maybe time stopped where their lips met, but the flutter of Milo's heart only intensified with his touch. He could only focus on how soft Aspen felt against his mouth, how addictively he invaded all his senses, a black hole engulfing all of his current thoughts. He keened into Aspen’s mouth, unresisting as a warm, wet tongue teased the edges of his mouth. Their lips moved slowly, sliding against each other in smooth, amorous motions borne of years of mutual desire and pining.
Milo could have stayed that way forever, perfectly content with Aspen’s chapped yet wonderfully plush lips against his, but, a vicious beast lurking beneath his skin, his heat flared up as a burst of desire racing throughout his body, leaving him horny and breathless, and Milo had to reluctantly turn away from Aspen to catch his breath.
“Mmph… Fuck.” Aspen groaned when their lips separated once more, a heavy, rough sound, thick with desire, that caressed Milo’s instincts, however briefly, and sent shivers down his spine.“You ok?” he asked gently, calloused thumbs rubbing comforting circles into his hips, to which Milo let out a low, needy whine in his direction, unintentionally rolling his hips against Aspen’s muscular leg.
Staring at him with green eyes full of pity and understanding, Aspen made cooing noises in Milo’s direction, the soft timbre of his voice just the slightest bit comforting. “Let me help you with your heat,” he offered gently, coaxing out another needy, desperate sound from between pink lips. “It doesn’t even have to be sexual, just let me take care of you, give you the love you deserve.”
“I don’t know…” Milo trailed off, a nervous lilt staining his pretty voice, staring off to the side with eyes speckled with guilt, and his lips, red and bitten with nerves, were curled into a worried frown. “What about Rowan?” he asked nervously. “It doesn’t feel right for you to be here like this when you’re married, especially when he’s such a nice guy. He doesn't deserve to be cheated on, Aspen, even if I’ve loved you for so long.”
Blinking at the man in his lap with slow movements, Aspen had an unreadable expression at the mention of his husband. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “Well,” he started. “I promised him that I’d never tell you this, but I’m not the only member of this engagement hopelessly in love with you.” When Milo made a confused face in response to Aspen’s words, failing to connect the dots, Aspen sighed fondly. “Rowan’s utterly lovesick for you,” he said bluntly, forcing down sounds of amusement as Milo’s face flared a bright red at the knowledge.
“That’s not true!” the omega exclaimed, only to be interrupted by Aspen continuing.
“He’s been trying to court you since the moment you two met. The only reason you aren’t together is that both of you are stupid and oblivious and have no clue what attraction looks like.” Milo only blushed harder at the blunt yet teasing remark. “He doesn’t mind you, to say the least.”
“I spent a decade practically glued to your side, and you had the gall to ask me if I was just humouring you,” he snapped back, voice tinted with the slightest bit of spite.
“So?”
“You’re just as dumb as I am. What does some former crush on me have to do with whether Rowan deserves to have his husband betray him?” Eyes narrowed in Aspen’s direction, Milo wore an expression of both arousal and hostility at once, hyper-aware of the half-hard length pressed flush to his bare pussy, slick and dripping as a cock rubbed the sensitive flesh, and he desperately tried to ignore the ache in his body begging to be bred. “He clearly got over it. You’re so affectionate with each other. That’s not how someone who’s still stuck over another person acts like.”
Aspen looked on with wide green eyes, filled with surprise, hands tight on Milo’s hips even as he squirmed uneasily. “I’m not letting my pheromones ruin a happy marriage,” he continued, slender hands leaving Aspen’s hair to wrap around his naked body. Full, pillowy lips were pressed into a tight, anxious line, still flushed from kissing the man he was arguing with moments earlier.
A calloused hand reached up to cup Milo’s cheek, only for the omega, sweet scent souring with conflict, to turn away with guilty blue eyes. “Hey,” he said softly. “Me taking care of you is not going to ruin my marriage. If anything, it would probably help us bond even more.” Aspen let out a light sound of amusement, the corners of his mouth turning up into a hint of a smile. “Not that we’d need that.”
For a moment, Milo pondered a reality where he could have Aspen without consequences, where the beta could just pin him into the bed and fuck him so hard that Milo passed out, but he wasn’t that selfish. Even if they wanted each other, it was too late. He was about to slide off of Aspen’s lap, hide under the blankets and pass out with emotional exhaustion, when a loud sound broke through the tension, sending a jolt of shock throughout Milo’s trembling body. He belatedly registered it as a knock just as the heavy door let out a slight creaking noise and opened just the slightest.
“Hey, Aspen, you guys need anything?” called out a deep, resonant voice from the other side. “Food, water… condoms?” He joked with a lightness atypical of an alpha in the presence of an omega deep into his heat, sitting on the lap of his husband and smearing slick onto his pants. “Aspen? Milo? You’re supposed to laugh,” he stated unsurely, a questioning tone to his voice.
Aspen sighed heavily. “He knows, Rowan. It’s not funny when he knows.” There was quiet from beyond the door for a long time, a solid hiatus of awkwardness as Milo awaited the response with dread.
“You told him about that?” screeched out Rowan suddenly, usually-deep voice high with panic and embarrassment.
“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” Aspen snarked back, voice edged and lips quirked with light humour, affectionate and intimate even with the position he and Milo were in.
“Uh,” he hesitated. “Well, probably pout and whine at you later, and also, Milo, since we’re airing out our dirty laundry, did you know that my husband’s in love with you? It’s very upsetting for a married man, except for the part where that commonality is the reason we’re married.” At the end of his rant, shameless and almost obscene in its openness, Rowan gasped in a heavy breath, desperate to regain lost air, but did not send a sign of regretting it.
“I know,” Milo squeaked out, cheeks newly pink. Slender hips tried to roll against the thick flesh of Aspen’s thighs, only to be caught by straining muscles desperately trying to maintain composure, Milo’s own hormone-filled body trying to rebel against him. “He told me that too.”
Face buried into the crook of his neck, shiny with sweat and sweet scent, a soft hum escaped Aspen’s neck, looking up at the lanky omega with fond eyes. “Someone,” he laughed teasingly. “Is convinced that you’d be mad if I helped him in the way his body’s clearly aching for, and he won’t allow the truth to alleviate him of those worries.” Nails dug into the slender fat of his hips side by side with the tinge of bitterness in Aspen’s voice, and a tight grip on Milo’s body encouraged the omega to grind on his cock, the thick length tenting his pants obscenely.
Strained sounds slipped out from plush, parted lips despite all of the omega’s attempts to stifle them, and Milo’s instincts, desperate for the touch of domination, sung with delight at the dark lust in Aspen’s eyes as he led his hips down and forward.
From behind the door, Rowan made a soft, barely susceptible sound of thoughtfulness. If there was a hint of anger in his tone, Milo couldn’t sense it. “Do you want to have sex with him?” he asked, simply and matter-of-fact.
In a sudden burst of sincerity, a shrill, skittish, “Yeah, but-” burst out of Milo’s mouth, only to be cut off by Rowan’s deep voice, just as quickly as the thought started.
“There we go,” he rumbled from deep in his broad chest, the sound full of unexpected praise. The ends of his elegant digits peeked out from the edges of the door, sending a burst of horny panic down his spine. “No reason to deny yourself of what you need, especially if we’re willing. If my husband can grant you some sense of satisfaction, you can fuck him to your heart’s content.”
Eyes practically bulging out of his head, Milo let out a pathetic whimper at the alpha’s words. “See?” purred Aspen against his ear, and Milo instantly melted into his lap. “You want me to make that ache go away? You’re allowed to want that, you know.” Another whine was torn away from his mouth as he nodded frantically in response to the sultry words. “Good boy. Rowan?”
“I’m already getting condoms,” said man called back, voice slowly becoming quieter and quieter as he walked away, the door closing behind him.
The moment his husband was gone, Aspen smashed their lips together, all tongue and teeth attacking an unresisting Milo, who only parted his pert, sensual lips in invite. Vicious, unyielding teeth savagely nipped at the pink flesh, a hand curled possessively around his ass. Thick fingers dug into the soft fat, grip so tight that in the spaces between the joints, fat bulged out, and those same hands roughly maneuvered Milo onto the bed, flat on his back, unruly blond hair splayed gracefully around his head, a halo framing his beautiful face.
Climbing onto Milo’s bare body, blushed and graceful surrounded by messy blankets, Aspen straddled his hips, thick, meaty thighs of pure muscle bracketing his pelvis, a deep, possessive snarl bursting from the depths of his broad chest. He quickly stripped down with a hungry look in his eyes, practically ripping off his plaid button-up and baggy jeans. “What do you want me to do, sweetheart?” growled Aspen hungrily, pinning the needy omega with a hot, lustful gaze, and Milo’s pussy clenched at the sound in arousal, a soft whine escaping his mouth.
“Can you..” he muttered out in a bashful tone, face and body flushed with desire. “Could you please eat me out? My hole hurts so bad,” Milo whined, legs spreading hesitantly to show Aspen his wet, dripping cunts. “I need you to help me relieve the ache.”
At the dirty, vulgar words, filled with desperation, Aspen leaned down to press another kiss, soft and tender, onto flushed, bitten lips, a soft yet determined to please expression filling his face. “Of course,” he whispered huskily, a calloused yet gentle hand already sliding down the pale, smooth expanse of naked skin. Slowly inching his way down Milo’s slim body, kissing the pale skin with tender, reverent caress, Aspen positioned himself in the space between his shapely inner thighs, stopping to nuzzle the crook where thigh and pelvis joined together, thick with the sweet scent of arousal.
Milo let out a shaky breath at the striking sight, an instant burst of desire coursing through his veins. Here was Aspen, his best friend, the man he had spent most of his life hopelessly pining after, with his youthful face rubbing against the soft skin of Milo’s thigh, right in front of Milo’s needy hole, and, the thought unbelievable to his insecure brain, Aspen wanted to fuck him.
He wanted to help relieve all of Milo’s aches and take care of all of the omega’s needs, showing him with passionate intensity, and it drove his instincts mad, his poor hindbrain fuzzy with desire and the need to be bred.
“You ready?” Aspen purred into his skin, voice rough with arousal, the gravelly sound sending a shudder down his spine.
With the hesitant parting of his ample, sensuous thighs, Milo welcomed the beta into his most intimate parts, into his sweet, delicate flower, pink and dripping, and bared his throat in submission.
Notes:
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Part two will be out soon!
Chapter 33: Day 31 - Part 2 - Whatever I Want
Summary:
Prompt: Whatever I Want
Characters: Aspen Underhill-Margiela, Rowan Margiela, and Milo Gold
Fandom: Original Work
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
A clever tongue licked the sweat and slick clean off his skin, squeezing out quiet sounds of pleasure from the man above him, and a calloused thumb spread Milo’s cunt apart, exposing soft, sensitive flesh to the cool air, pink and flowery and absolutely delectable. His hole spasmed under Aspen’s intense gaze, face flushed yet fascinated looking down at the beta between his legs. Spread legs twitching impatiently, Milo whined needily into the heavy air.
Moments later, a loud gasp was torn from Milo’s mouth when Aspen pressed his gentle lips to the sensitive flesh, wet, velvety tongue sending almost unbearable bursts of pleasure throughout his body as it slid against his swollen, needy clit. The clever organ went back in to lick a long stripe over his labia, all the way from his cute little clit to his pretty pink hole, dripping with slick.
Wrapping his slender legs tight around Aspen’s head, Milo tossed his head back and squealed in rapture at the tongue eagerly lapping at his genitalia, a hand shoving the beta even closer to his dripping pussy. Slender hips lifted off the bed to grind and rut against the sweet sensation, a heat-crazed Milo hypersensitive to every sweet, pleasurable touch he was experiencing, and lips shiny with slick, Aspen simply leaned into the desperate movements with extreme vigour, tongue determined to make Milo squirt and writhe in orgasm. Aspen gently kissed his tingling clit again, wet and savagely passionate, before sucking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue in just the right ways and fuck, fuck, fuck, it's too good; the way Aspen’s tongue played with his clit just like that and pleasedon'tstopdon'tstop-
“Ooh! Aspen-'' he managed to gasp out, bright blue eyes wide and teary with the weight of the pleasure, before he came, legs lifting off the bed with the sheer pleasure coursing through his broken body. A sweet wave hit Aspen’s eager tongue as Milo’s pussy released even more slick, but he just kept delving his tongue into the wet cavern with unceasing delight, eating him out through his orgasm.
When he popped off the swollen cunt, Aspen smiled, leaning in again to lavish sweet little kisses to the omega’s pale thighs. “That good?” he cooed softly, licking the shiny slick off his lips with a pleased expression of relishing, and his delight only grew as Milo, staring at him with fuzzy, euphoric eyes, nodded eagerly. “It was good for me. You were so sweet, darling, I loved tasting you.”
Even if the way Aspen spoke, breathless and almost disgustingly in love, did not immediately betray both the worship and the lust rampant in his body, the considerable size of the tent in his boxers certainly did, and in seeing the way his body became hot and aroused at the sight of Milo, however desperate and needy he had become, a rush of confidence hit Milo as he spread his legs wider
“Oh really?” he asked sweetly. “Is that all you’d like to do?” With a teasing lilt to his tone, Milo’s entire body was bared out to the beta, inviting him to come and ravage him with his cock.
Still, Aspen did not get the hint. “There’s so much I’d like, but what do you want me to do?” he asked almost innocently, like he hadn’t just eaten him out just a moment ago, lips still shiny with saliva. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
Milo let out a distressed humph, pouting sulkily. “Fuck me, idiot,” he growled out frustratedly, staring down with intense, lust-filled eyes. “Do you know how much I’ve lusted for you since my first heat hit me? It’s been unbearable, and this heat is unbearable, and now that I have you I want you now !” cried out Milo, grip tight on
At the omega’s intensely voiced desires, Aspen’s face fell into a guilty expression. “Milo, I can’t do that right now,“ he protested weakly, voice full of remorse. In response Milo whimpered at the denial of his carnal instincts, eyes shiny with desperation, and Aspen crawled up to his side to comfort him. “I know, I’m sure your heat is a lot, and I will make you the sweetest love I can the moment it’s safe, but right now you have to wait. Rowan hasn’t come back with protection yet, and unless we have it, there’s a very good chance that I’d get you pregnant if I even penetrated you in this state.”
With the mention of pregnancy, Milo’s instincts went wild, plaguing his already muddled mind with thoughts of mating marks and being knotted and plump giggling babies, heavy in his arms but oh so precious, ten months later. “It wouldn’t be so bad if I got pregnant,” Milo argued, clearly distressed. “It would be so nice to have your baby. I bet they would be so beautiful, and you’ve got such a nice den for raising them, and I need you to put a baby in me, Aspen!” Words rushed out of his mouth faster than he could physically speak them, river rapids, and he spoke in a high, frenzied voice.
Despite the anguish clear in his tone, Aspen did not give in to his pleas. “Milo, I’m not taking the chance that what you’re saying is just your instincts telling you what you want,” he spoke to Milo sternly, resolve seemingly unbreakable and irrevocable. “I’m not fucking you right now, but I swear, it won’t be long.”
He paused, making soft noises in Milo’s direction in an attempt to soothe him, which was just marginally working. “How about I finger you until Rowan gets here?” Aspen offered gently. “It’ll pass the time and get you nice and stretched open until I can give you what you really want.” Letting out desperate little sounds, Milo nodded tentatively, though, as Aspen slipped his fingers in between his thighs, he didn’t hesitate for a second to spread his legs.
Aspen’s fingers were shorter than Milo’s, they didn’t reach quite as far or hit his sweet spots quite as easily as when he fingered himself, but they more than made up for it in thickness. Those clever calloused digits, currently pressed all the way to the third knuckle, split Milo in half, dragging out a litany of soft moans from his mouth as they leisurely dragged against their g-spot. Lying limp on his back and against Aspen, practically sprawled onto his lap, Milo was in a prime position for the beta to curl his fingers right where it made them squeal, thumb gently rubbing against his clit, and sent pleasurable bursts of sensation throughout his aching body. They coaxed out orgasm after orgasm with a slick squelching sound, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace, and came back wetter and wetter, shinier with slick, each climax of intensely pleasurable sensations.
Still, even those stocky, orgasm-milking fingers couldn’t satisfy the torturous emptiness permeating throughout his pelvic region, a sickness whose only cure was the feeling of a cock penetrating his most secret parts, pressing up against his womb and impregnating him with his seed, and they especially couldn’t when Aspen was moving them in such slow, unhurried movements, careful not to overstimulate him. The warm, intimate contact of skin to skin just made waiting even more unbearable, horniness exhausting, and flopping his head back with a drained motion, he looked up at the other man with begging eyes, to which Aspen leaned down and pressed an apologetic kiss to Milo’s sweaty forehead.
Another polite knock, and in came Rowan, carrying a large bottle of lube and a basket full of little square foils, plain and silver in the warm bedroom light. With his entrance, Aspen’s hand paused in its pleasuring of Milo’s body but refused to move from their position between his thighs, fingers dipped betwixt the sweet pink folds of his cunt.
The alpha looked ruffled and breathless looking down at the pair, at Rowan’s shameless sexuality and Milo’s complicity in it, panting as if he had just run a long-distance marathon. Milo faintly took notice of the tent in his stiff dress pants, growing as he entered the room and the sweetness of heat hit him.
“Hi alpha,” Milo greeted, voice tired yet obviously glad to see him, and Rowan instantly melted at the softness in the omega’s voice, lanky body bending down to run spindly fingers through Milo’s sweaty hair, a comforting, soothing gesture. A soft whine was drawn out as he leaned into the touch.
“Hi, omega,” rumbled back Rowan, affectionate and delighted. “How are you? Aspen treating you ok?” He questioned Milo with a soft tone, casually handing the lube and condoms to Aspen even as his attention went wholly to the omega beneath him.
Large hands ruffling his hair, Milo was hit with the comforting scent of the alpha, instantly relaxing his tense muscles, even as it made him more desperate. “He won’t fuck me,” he complained loudly, pouting childishly. “Says we need protection so I don’t get pregnant, and he keeps teasing me with his fingers. Aspen says it's for stretching me out, but it just gets me even more worked up.”
“He just kept trying to get me to do it,” added Aspen lightly, even as he forced out another mewl of pleasure with a sudden jab of his fingers right to the spots where Milo liked it best. “It would be cute, if he weren’t so hard to resist,” he purred affectionately into the omega’s ear.
With a deep, soporific sound from the depths of his chest, Rowan rumbled with laughter at Milo’s slurred words. “Well, he’s right, omega. It would be very dangerous without condoms, but I am sorry he’s making you feel bad.”
Milo smiled at Rowan’s words, even if he couldn’t quite tell whether he was being serious or not, and with a tilt of his head, he exposed his neck to the alpha, baring the smooth, tempting expanse of his scent glands in a shameless motion. “You wouldn’t treat me like that, wouldn’t you, alpha?” he asked needily, voice sweet and coy as he looked up at the alpha with coquettish eyes. “You’d breed me just the way I wanted it, knot me and fill me up with babies, right?”
Rowan stopped, and a wobbly, strained exhale escaped him, grip tightening slightly on Milo’s scalp, fingers curled into the golden bed of his hair. “You… You are saying things to rile me up,” he nearly growled, spitting out each word with barely contained lust. “Let me tell you omega, I am not as easily calmed as Aspen is. You should be careful.”
To the thinly veiled threat, filled with the dominance, the lust, the passion Milo so desperately wanted, he simply asked, “But I want to be bred?” in a perplexed voice. “Why should I be careful? You and I would make such nice babies.” Milo giggled at the thought, his brain just the slightest bit fried. “I think I’m a little baby crazy, aren’t I? I can’t stop thinking about having babies.”
Milo wondered what they would look like. Surely, they would be tall. Even for an alpha, Rowan towered, and Milo was certainly above the average height for an omega. Would they have blond or blue eyes? What shade of blond would be their hair, Rowan’s wavy locks of hazel blonde or Milo’s own golden hair?
Milo’s thoughts were cut off by Rowan’s lips brushing the crook of his neck, so close to his scent glands, hot exhales caressing his cheek in a tantalizing sensation. “You are, and you are driving me crazy,” he whispered huskily, large hands gently placed on the gentle curve of Milo’s hip, right on top of Aspen’s smaller one. Milo squirmed under the touch, sensitive skin hyper-aware of the warmth of their presence.
“Then you should probably help me, so we can stop being crazy,” replied Milo, cornflower blue eyes staring up at Rowan with a wide, tempting expression.
His large hand curled possessively around his hips. “Maybe I should.”
As if asking for permission to touch the omega sexually, Rowan nervously glanced at Aspen, eyes holding a silent question. Aspen, reaching into the large pile of condoms, nodded and handed one to him. The hand once buried in the sweet folds of Milo’s pussy, shiny with his slick, reached to hook stocky fingers onto the waistband of the alpha's pants, smearing the sweet scent permeating throughout the room onto Rowan’s pelvis, and with the slightest pull, out sprung his thick, delicious cock, sending an instant burst of arousal down Milo’s spine, cunt wettening at the sight.
It stood tall and proud between his legs, a sturdy rod of flesh, shiny with precum dripping down from the bulbous cockhead, already swollen with arousal as Rowan took in the tantalizing scent of an omega in heat, and abnormally large and long, its size certainly matched Rowan’s tall stature. Milo pulled away from Aspen’s lap to press his face against the alpha’s crotch, hands placed flat against his thighs, and eagerly nosing at the length, Milo took in his heady, masculine scent with lustful delight. Behind him, strong body still pressed to his back, the beta helped shaky hands pull Rowan’s pants down to his knees, chin hooked over Milo’s shoulder, cock pressed flush to his supple ass.
“You like that?” he cooed softly, pressing a comforting kiss to his cheek. “He’s got such a nice cock, of course you do. You’ll like being fucked by it, it fills me up so nicely when it’s in me,” purred Aspen into his ear. The implications burned into his brain, a shiver ran down Milo’s spine, violent and filled with arousal. His mind was overwhelmed by the thought that the cock in front of his face had plunged itself into his best friend’s tight ass, forced lustful sounds out of him and sent pleasurable sensations throughout his body and made him feel so, so good, and now it was going to do the same to Milo. “You do like the sound of that?”
Aspen let out a little laugh as Milo continued to rub his face into the cock, heady with need and instincts both, desperate to please his alpha. “One of these days we’ll drain his balls dry together, fuck us both so hard he collapses, but right now, let him help you. I know it’s a cock that deserves to be praised-” Rowan went red, hands clenched white as Aspen ignored the achingly hard cock in front of him in favour of light, teasing touches to Milo’s dripping body. “But right now, it's your turn, and there’s a handsome alpha ready to worship you.”
Letting out a pitiful noise, Milo tore away from Aspen’s drifting hands in excitement, scrambling to present his pink, dripping pussy to the hefty, delicious cock in front of him. Crawling on his hands and knees, he stuck his ass up in the air into a shameless, obscene position, face pressed into the soft bed mattress, and gentle hands slid down those sensuous, exposed thighs, shiny slick dripping down the pale skin.
With almost unbearable patience, Milo stood still and waited with trembling limbs, as the other men murmured just out of his eyeline, tones so soft that even his straining ears could not understand. A thin plastic foil was ripped behind him, clear, elastic rubber rolled onto erect flesh, and soon, Rowan rubbed the tip of his cock in between Milo’s sweet pink cunt.
He made his way back up the omega’s body, settling behind him and snaking an arm under his neck to support him, where Milo leaned back into the touch with a soft, drawn-out mewl. His other hand found the slick that gushes down Milo’s thighs, pulling his knees apart to fit his cock between his folds, teasing his sweet, unresisting hole, so desperate to be pounded hard, with the slightest movements of his hips. The tip rested against his folds, ready to push in at any time and split him open with a passion.
Milo spread his legs a little wider, like a wanton whore, and braced himself. “Good boy,” Rowan murmured sweetly as he whined beneath him in protest, sucking lightly at the scent gland with teasing nips to sensitive skin.
“He's such a good boy,” Aspen added in agreement, casually flopping down onto the bed beside Milo. He looked on at the omega with soft yet lustful eyes, a hand squeezing the tent of his pants. “He’s giving you such a pretty view. I’ll take him from you and give him what he really needs if you don’t stop teasing him for it.”
The hand on his thigh went tight, squeezing the soft, fatty flesh. “There’s no need to do that,” Rowan practically growled at his mate, taking in Milo’s intoxicating heat-scent. Hand sliding up to brace his thigh, he gripped his length and positioned the head flush to his pretty pink cunt. It clumsily slid past his wet hole at first, slick and lubricous, before finally penetrating with a heavy grunt in Milo’s ear, strained and struggling to control himself. When Rowan’s hips finally teetered forward, the pressure against his entrance was jarring, sending a surprised jolt down his spine.
The beginnings of the slide of his cock inside of him sent Milo’s eyes blowing impossibly wide and back arching high. It sank into his hole with an obscene squelch of slick, and the omega moaned quietly, muscles fluttering weakly around the cock he so desperately wanted. His head bowed with the sheer sensation overtaking his body. Despite how much Aspen had fingered him, how loose and unresisting he had made his hole with those clever, Rowan still stretched him open, splitting him apart with just the slightest saccharine sting.
And with that giant, delectable member, Rowan filled him up so nicely. His cock was thick and long, a heavy, satisfying weight in his guts splitting him apart, and the feelings it caused in his body were so sweet and rapturous that it made his toes curl. It brushed every sensitive spot he had. Every twitch, every uncontrollable clench of his walls around it, and he was once again hyper-aware of every inch of the cock penetrating him. Even the slightest shift, and a litany of moans and mewls poured out of his mouth. Rowan’s hand massaged at his hip, grasped it gentle and demanding and fond, and kept it still as Milo naturally tried to chase after the friction with a squirm.
Broad chest flush to the omega’s back, Rowan purred, “There we go,” huskily into his ear. The deep rumbling of his voice, smooth and baritone and silky, calmed Milo’s frantic, heat-crazed brain instantly, body going boneless bracketed by his sturdy frame. “You’re being so good, taking what I give you,” he continued, affectionately nipping at the sensitive spot below his ear.
“You need to relax,” murmured Aspen beside him, calloused fingers rubbing gentle circles around his hip. “I know you want more, but Rowan knows how to please you. If you keep tensing up like you are right now, you’ll cramp.”
Face still planted into the soft mattress, Milo nodded weakly. With a steady hand on his chin, Aspen tilted Milo’s head up, leaned down to his level, and eagerly pressed their mouths together in a passionate kiss, dipping his velvet tongue between sweet, unresisting lips eager to welcome him. The omega instantly melted into his mouth, sweet sounds swallowed up by Aspen as they made out. Between the sensations of Aspen’s lips against his and Rowan’s cock buried deep inside him, Milo melted deliciously, boneless and utterly content in their grasp.
Just when he thought he had gotten used to its size, Rowan began to shallowly thrust inside, the slightest movements of his hips sliding his cock in and out of his wet, throbbing hole. In and out, and in and out, and Milo saw nothing but stars. He could feel every vein that decorated Rowan’s dick, sliding along his walls and finally satisfying the primal part of his brain that demanded to be filled until he was bursting. Flush to his sensitive cervix, right against his womb, the motions of the alpha’s hips against his satisfied all his desires, soothed his heat-addled brain with the promise of being fucked and knotted and impregnated with a kind, handsome man’s children.
Rowan slid in again with one hard thrust, bottoming out and immediately pulling back. His cock dragged through Milo’s walls, each thrust sending slick down his thighs, dripping onto the bed below them. Milo panted and whined underneath his touch, those sturdy, powerful hands keeping him in place and preventing him from rocking his hips back onto his thick member. The alpha’s rock-hard cock flashed briefly in view, throbbing and condom-wrapped and lubed as it slurps out from Milo’s pussy with a wet, lewd sound before squelching back in, pushing puffy lips wide apart as it sinks back into the moaning, panting omega.
The alpha rolled his hips into Milo at a brutal, breakneck pace, a litany of groans and other pleasured sounds escaping both of their mouths as Rowan fucked him into the bed. Entirely caught up in the passion and the lust of his heat, Milo could only lean into the other men’s touches, walls squeezing tight around the member penetrating him so thoroughly.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” Milo moaned out into Aspen’s mouth, each one of Rowan’s thrusts turning him more and more boneless. Pulling the omega back into each snap of his hips, Rowan groaned heavily at the tight warmth hugging his cock, pulling him away from Aspen for a moment to press a brief, bruising kiss to his lips. “So full- ah, ah, ah- ” he mewled when Rowan fucked in harder, his balls slapping noisily against Milo’s wet cunt. “Please don’t stop, please don’t-” And with a soft sound, broken and rapturous, Milo’s body shook with the weight of yet another orgasm, eyes rolling back with sheer pleasure. Hole fluttering erratically, slick dripped down his thighs as he moaned into the mattress. Kindly, Rowan slowed his thrusting to a passive movement, gently carrying him through his climax.
“Fuck,” Rowan hissed into his nape, nails digging into the soft fat of his shapely hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
“Does it feel good?” Aspen asked him sweetly, voice obviously aroused as he stroked his cock by their side. “It looks good. You’re both so pretty like that.” The hand not eagerly shoved down his pants reached down to stroke where Rowan’s cock penetrated the omega, coaxing out a high squeak out of Milo as his swollen clit was once again given attention.
“It does. He makes me want to knot him so bad.” Rowan’s voice was strained, like it was taking everything he had just to slow his pace, instead of pining Milo into the bed and ruthlessly pounding his hips into his wet, tight cunt, like he so obviously desired.
In response to his misery, Aspen laughed lightly, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to his husband’s bitten lips. “You poor thing! Pull him up to his knees,” he ordered. “You can hit his g-spot better, and I’ll get a better view of that gorgeous body of his.
“You just want to ogle him,” Rowan snarked back, even as he, sliding his hands up to bracket Milo’s stomach, pulled him up to lie limply against his chest, and limbs shaky with weakness, Milo relied entirely on that gentle yet sturdy grasp on his hips to keep him up, letting out a breathless moan. With the position change, Rowan’s cock slid impossible deeper into him, insistently pressing against his cervix, desperate to penetrate through that tight ring of muscle, into his womb. He ground against his cervix at the end of every long push, a twinge beneath the hot slide of pleasure. Small shocks of overstimulation coursed through Milo every time Rowan’s cock brushed past his g-spot, roughly fucked into his pussy, wet and sensitive.
Aspen was about to speak another teasing, saccharine remark to his husband, but he suddenly when Milo raised an unsteady hand in his direction. “Aspen,” he called out brokenly, looking at the beta through soft half-lidded doe-eyes, expressive and filled with pleading.
“Yes?” Aspen skimmed his hands down the pale, slender expanse of his stomach in a fond movement, coaxing out the slightest of shivers from his sensitive body.
Milo whined out a soft, “Please kiss me?” plush pink lips parted and utterly appealing, to which Aspen instantly complied with his sweet request. Cupping his cheek with gentle hands, he connected their lips again and again with zeal, making wet noises of pleasure every time they touched. Aspen’s cock rubbed against his body as he pressed close to the omega, smearing his abdomen with the shiny proof of their pleasure.
Behind Milo, Rowan mouthed at his neck, hands curling gently around Aspen’s as he fucked up into the omega with harsh snaps of his hips. His thrusts weren't too fast, but they were steady and deep, and with each slick sound, Milo could feel his knot grow larger and larger as it stretched him with a saccharine ache, moaning each time it penetrated him. Toes curling with the sensations overwhelming his body, he mewled into Aspen’s eager mouth. His hips rolled against Rowan’s determined movements, bouncing on his cock with straining thighs, and with another squeeze of his hole, the alpha let out a rough moan into his ear.
“Milo!” cried out Rowan in a strained tone. “Fuck, omega, I’m so close, please let me knot you,” he rambled desperately, teeth scrapping Milo’s mating glands. Warm tears smeared bare skin as the alpha desperately tried to hold himself back from shoving the entirety of his member into the tight, enticing hole. His knot was so swollen, pressed flush to the flowery folds of his cunt, it was unable to breach the tight ring without outright locking them together.
The ache deep inside his belly, cockhead snug against his very womb, was a torturously exquisite sensation. Heavy pants escaped Milo as Rowan bottomed out inside, nearly brought to tears. The ability to form words was gone, replaced with only soft, mewling moans and gently rocking hips, and his senses were unable to take in anything but Rowan, Aspen, and the heady smells of sex as they were so intimately intertwined. In heed of his wordlessness, Milo nodded eagerly, turning away from Aspen to capture Rowan’s chapped lips with his own, a shaky hand sliding up to grasp his tousled black curls.
He could feel the knot at the base of Rowan’s cock pressing against his lips, and he squeezed reflexively in anticipation, drawing a groan out of Rowan too. With a firm grip on his hips, they started up a faster pace than before, Rowan desperately rolling his hips up and Milo moving down to meet him, feeling Rowan’s knot threatening to breach him with every thrust.
When his hips finally caught him at just the right angle and with just the right force, he knotted Milo with a wet, obscene sound, groaning when Milo screamed and squirted all over his dick, clenching deliciously around him. A moment later, Rowan stuttered and then stilled; his hips jerked once, twice more, and then he came, condom swelling with his seed, protecting his fertile womb. Heat blossomed deep in his belly, seeping into his most sensitive spots, and he could feel the twitch of his cock releasing. Even within the condom, it felt so much, both in sensation and in sheer amount.
Milo desperately wished there wasn’t a condom between them so that he could feel this man’s warmth filling his body, marking him, claiming him. He needed it. He wanted it. His mouth worked, ragged whimpers and moans pouring out under his hard rutting. Rowan panted heavily next to his ear, tight, almost bruising, grip on his hips loosening as he came.
Suddenly, hot come flooded into Milo, forcing out another sweet sound from between pinks lips, a confused moan escaping him. Hot white seed stained his walls, thick and sticky inside him, and a mixture of cum and slick pooled around his thighs, dripping even through the sturdy barrier of the knot. Face twisted up in overwhelming pleasure, pleasure wracked Milo’s trembling, sensitive body as he once again climaxed on his knot, overtaken by the feeling of suddenly being stretched open that much further and being filled so much more.
He was being bred. The condom had broken, Milo realized belatedly, and all of Rowan’s thick, potent seed was prime to impregnate him. “Aspen,” he moaned weakly, head laid back on Rowan’s shoulder in exhaustion.
“Yeah,” Aspen breathed back, hands running down the omega’s trembling body in an attempt to calm him. He stared down at the cum painting his thighs and hole with wide green eyes. “That’s not good.”
His hair stuck to his forehead, sticky with sweat, and he was exhausted and the slightest bit worried, but beneath all that he was satisfied. The heat plaguing his body was briefly doused, relieving him of the crazed instincts and the fuzzy feelings inhibiting all rational sense. He had just had mindblowing sex, leaving him soft and exhausted and extremely fulfilled, and he desired some serious cuddles, preferably snug between his two great loves.
Milo wouldn’t mind if he got pregnant from an experience as wonderful as this one, especially if it was Rowan’s child.
“Ok,” Aspen huffed out, springing himself up with a pat on Milo’s slender shoulder. “I have to go to get you some birth control. I’ll probably be gone for half an hour, maybe more,” he continued as he slid off the bed, crouching on the ground to search for his plaid shirt.
In response to Aspen’s impending departure, Milo let out a loud, bratty whine of protest in his direction. “Can we please just cuddle?” he pleaded sweetly, staring up at Aspen with wide and winsome blue eyes. “I’m tired, I just want to sleep next to you.”
Nuzzling into Milo’s shoulder, Rowan made a soft, content sound in agreement. “Come on, Aspen, it’s cuddle time. It’s nice and toasty here, and the nest Milo made us is wonderful. He smells lovely too, you’ll like it.” A moment later, he flopped down onto the mattress with a loud, satisfied groan, silky and heavenly soft, easily pulling the omega along with him into a spooning position. The deep, rich tones of his voice soothed him, leaving Milo boneless and affectionately tucked in his side as they spooned on the bed. Hot, heavy breaths caressed his skin, one arm slung over his slender body, and Milo made a happy hum as he was cuddled and kissed.
Aspen made a conflicted face, pinned down by the softness and two pairs of begging eyes, before sighing loudly, faux-annoyed. “Fine,” he groaned, tone impeded by the fond grin staining his face, and he gave up on his search for his shirt to curl up next to Milo, warm body pressed to his naked one and legs tangled together affectionately. “I can delay leaving you two, but you have to protect me if something happens and your pack decides to murder me for it.”
With the fogginess of the heat fully lifting from his brain, rational thought returned to Milo, along with the reminders of what exactly he had said during sex. Reality hit, and Milo hid his face in the crook of Aspen’s neck as it paled in worry. “If… something happens,” he asked softly, timidly, practically shrinking away into himself. “Will you take responsibility for it?” His eyes were wide and insecure as he spoke, lips pursed tightly. “I know we’re barely anything yet, romantically at least, but I-”
“The thought of making a child, of making a life with you and Aspen is my greatest fantasy," interrupted Rowan with a steady conviction, sure and calming against his ear. "There is no one I love more in this world than you,” the alpha turned to Milo with an expression of clear adoration. “And you,” he continued, pressing his lips to an eager Aspen, already leaning up to touch him. “I would never abandon you to raise my child by yourself.”
And with that, he turned to look at Aspen expectantly. “Personally, I lean towards being a little older before having our first child, and preferably married, but I love you,” the beta said honestly, pressing a soft kiss to Milo’s neck. “If you ever imply that I wouldn’t take responsibility for getting you pregnant, I will tear your throat out, I swear to the gods.”
“Fuck off,” Milo growled back playfully, voice wet and thick as he blinked away happy tears. “I’d totally beat you.”
“No you wouldn’t,” snarked back Aspen cheerfully, leaning in once again to share in a long, passionate kiss, Milo melting easily into the touch.
When they separated, Milo giggled happily, lips still warm and tingling from when they met, and he burrowed into the warmth bracketing his body with a comfortable, blissful expression. His body, once it determined the prime spot for cuddles, went limp sprawled on top of both Aspen and Rowan, the thick, fluffy blankets hiding an entanglement of limbs curled around one another, inextricable and utterly romantic. “I would, but I’ll spare you the pain if you kiss me again,” Milo asked sweetly, to which the beta easily complied. Besides them, intimately curled up against Milo’s back, Rowan whined childishly from the lack of attention.
“What about my kiss?” he griped from against his nape, grip tightening slightly around the slender curves of Milo’s body. Twin scoffs escaped from Milo and Aspen’s lips simultaneously, but Milo twisted from his position, so intimately connected to him, with some difficulty and kissed him as well, a sweet, ardent touch, quickly followed by Aspen’s lips as well. Rowan made a delighted noise in response to the affection, dotting an excess of quick, doting kisses across Milo’s smiling face, a hand reaching down to link with Aspen's.
Basking in the wonderful light of the afterglow, rather soft and cuddly in their presence, Milo let himself grow tired, eyelids heavier and heavier with exhaustion, when he idly registered something poking his stomach where
Briefly glancing down to see Aspen’s painfully hard cock tenting his underwear, Milo gave him a concerned look. “You’re still hard,” he stated with a slowness to his tone, face turning flushed and red with guilt.
“It’s fine,” insisted Aspen with a soft, sincere tone. “You came, and that’s all that matters. It’ll just go down on its own.” He patted the soft fat of Milo’s thighs in a fairly successful attempt to soothe his worries, lips gently caressing his neck. “Or,” he said teasingly, voice taking on a suggestive tone, his calloused hands teasingly trailing the omega’s smooth, creamy skin. “I can fuck you next time.”
Milo smirked back at him, glancing between the two men with seductive eyes, framed by pale, delicate eyelashes. “Maybe.”
Notes:
When I meant soon, I definitely mean nearly a month post-Kinktober :| I'm very sorry, but I'm extremely proud of this chapter, and I'm really glad that it's finally done.
I had a lot of fun writing Kinktober this year, and for once it hasn't given me any major writing block, so you might expect something soon (by my definition of soon lol). If you liked it, kudos and bookmarks are very much appreciated, and you can always subscribe to my account if you like my writing and want to know when I post again.
I hope you have a lovely rest of your year, and see you next Spooky Season! :D