Novice Ideas

You weren’t paying attention to the movie you picked out anymore. You were in Belphie's and Beels room, in Belphie's bed. He managed to convince Beel to let you both have the room alone somehow, so they were having a sleepover of sorts with Mammon and Levi in Levi's room. That worked out for you two because neither of you would want him in there for what was about to happen. The popcorn you had been sharing was set on the floor, and you were just starting to get tired and had turned over. He threw his arm around you and pulled you as close to him as possible. You could feel his warm breath against the back of your neck. One of your hands reached up to the arm he had draped over you, you traced gentle patterns along it, and his hand. After a minute, he began moving his hand along your arm in the same way. Eventually, gentle patterns along your arm turned into fingers searching your body for the warmth of your bare skin. His hand slowly caresses you down your side, under your shirt, going up your abdomen and chest. It was by this point that you shivered, which caused him to gasp softly and press himself against you even closer. You could feel how hard he was already getting just from the gentle touching. You pressed yourself against it, eliciting a soft sigh from him. By now, both of you wanted the same thing. Just as hard as he felt, you could feel the heat pooling in your own area. His hand continued moving under your clothes, while his lips, tongue, and teeth danced across the exposed skin of your neck. His hips grinded into you until both of you became more worked up, his rutting making him grunt occasionally. Suddenly, he flipped you onto your back and held himself up above you while pressing himself between your legs. He leaned down by your ear to whisper shakily, “I need you, you need me too, don't you?” All you had to do was say the magic word. He started pulling your clothes off, piece by piece, tossing them off the bed and onto the floor before undressing himself. His mouth crashed into yours, his tongue exploring your mouth and wrestling with your own tongue. His fingers teased you around your entrance before wrapping around your own erect and aching member. While his mouth went to work marking, tasting, and kissing all of your newly exposed skin, he started slipping one finger in. He moved it rhythmically in and out, gradually adding more fingers as he went deeper, massaging just the right spots. Eventually his hand returned its grip to your dick, stroking with the perfect speed, and making your hips buck upward into his palm. The sounds it produced from you seemed only to make him even more worked up. You could feel him twitching against you. He stopped, turning you over onto your stomach, and with a grip in your hair, he held you in place. Slowly, he teased you with his tip. He moved it against you, slowly inserting it just barely before taking it back out. Your name left his lips in the same moment that he finally, slowly, pressed his still twitching dick in until your bodies were flush. He let out a long shuddering sigh as he started rocking his hips into you until that sigh became soft moans. He wrapped his arms around you, holding onto you and leaving a mark on your neck (Specifically for his brothers to see that he has taken you for himself). You could feel him hitting you deeper and harder with an irresistible rhythm; neither of you could stop the moans from escaping. You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, the heat spreading; all you could feel and think about was him. His movements became more erratic, and you knew he was feeling the same. Just as you reached the edge, gasping and gripping at the sheets, his grip on you tightened. He finished with one final deep thrust, filling you. Both of you collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, catching your breath. He pulled you closer, resting your head on his chest. “It was about time I got you to myself. I think we are gonna have to make a habit of it.”

You weren’t paying attention to the movie you picked out anymore. You were in Belphie's and Beels room, in Belphie's bed. He managed to convince Beel to let you both have the room alone somehow, so they were having a sleepover of sorts with Mammon and Levi in Levi's room. That worked out for you two because neither of you would want him in there for what was about to happen. The popcorn you had been sharing was set on the floor, and you were just starting to get tired and had turned over. He threw his arm around you and pulled you as close to him as possible. You could feel his warm breath against the back of your neck. One of your hands reached up to the arm he had draped over you, you traced gentle patterns along it, and his hand. After a minute, he began moving his hand along your arm in the same way. Eventually, gentle patterns along your arm turned into fingers searching your body for the warmth of your bare skin. His hand slowly caresses you down your side, under your shirt, going up your abdomen and breasts. It was by this point that you shivered, which caused him to gasp softly and press himself against you even closer. You could feel how hard he was already getting just from the gentle touching. You pressed yourself against it, eliciting a soft sigh from him. By now, both of you wanted the same thing. Just as hard as he felt, you could feel the heat pooling in your own area. His hand continued moving under your clothes, while his lips, tongue, and teeth danced across the exposed skin of your neck. His hips grinded into you until both of you became more worked up, his rutting making him grunt occasionally. Suddenly, he flipped you onto your back and held himself up above you while pressing himself between your legs. He leaned down by your ear to whisper shakily, “I need you, you need me too, don't you?” All you had to do was say the magic word. He started pulling your clothes off, piece by piece, tossing them off the bed and onto the floor before undressing himself. His mouth crashed into yours, his tongue exploring your mouth and wrestling with your own tongue. His fingers teased you around your entrance, moving back forth from your entrance to your clit. While his mouth went to work marking, tasting, and kissing all of your newly exposed skin, he started slipping one finger in. He moved it rhythmically in and out, gradually adding more fingers as he went deeper, massaging just the right spots. The sounds it produced from you seemed only to make him even more worked up. You could feel him twitching against you. He stopped, turning you over onto your stomach, and with a grip in your hair, he held you in place. Slowly, he teased you with his tip. He moved it against you, slowly inserting it just barely before taking it back out. Your name left his lips in the same moment that he finally, slowly, pressed his still twitching dick in until your bodies were flush. He let out a long shuddering sigh as he started rocking his hips into you until that sigh became soft moans. He wrapped his arms around you, holding onto you and leaving a mark on your neck (Specifically for his brothers to see that he has taken you for himself). You could feel him hitting you deeper and harder with an irresistible rhythm; neither of you could stop the moans from escaping. You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, the heat spreading; all you could feel and think about was him. His movements became more erratic, and you knew he was feeling the same. Just as you reached the edge, gasping and gripping at the sheets, his grip on you tightened. He finished with one final deep thrust, filling you. Both of you collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, catching your breath. He pulled you closer, resting your head on his chest. “It was about time I got you to myself. I think we are gonna have to make a habit of it.”

You weren’t paying attention to the movie you picked out anymore. You were in Belphie's and Beels room, in Belphie's bed. He managed to convince Beel to let you both have the room alone somehow, so they were having a sleepover of sorts with Mammon and Levi in Levi's room. That worked out for you two because neither of you would want him in there for what was about to happen. The popcorn you had been sharing was set on the floor, and you were just starting to get tired and had turned over. He threw his arm around you and pulled you as close to him as possible. You could feel his warm breath against the back of your neck. One of your hands reached up to the arm he had draped over you, you traced gentle patterns along it, and his hand. After a minute, he began moving his hand along your arm in the same way. Eventually, gentle patterns along your arm turned into fingers searching your body for the warmth of your bare skin. His hand slowly caresses you down your side, under your shirt, going up your abdomen and chest. It was by this point that you shivered, which caused him to gasp softly and press himself against you even closer. You could feel how hard he was already getting just from the gentle touching. You pressed yourself against it, eliciting a soft sigh from him. By now, both of you wanted the same thing. Just as hard as he felt, you could feel the heat pooling in your own area. His hand continued moving under your clothes, while his lips, tongue, and teeth danced across the exposed skin of your neck. His hips grinded into you until both of you became more worked up, his rutting making him grunt occasionally. Suddenly, he flipped you onto your back and held himself up above you while pressing himself between your legs. He leaned down by your ear to whisper shakily, “I need you, you need me too, don't you?” All you had to do was say the magic word. He started pulling your clothes off, piece by piece, tossing them off the bed and onto the floor before undressing himself. His mouth crashed into yours, his tongue exploring your mouth and wrestling with your own tongue. His fingers teased you around your entrance. While his mouth went to work marking, tasting, and kissing all of your newly exposed skin, he started slipping one finger in. He moved it rhythmically in and out, gradually adding more fingers as he went deeper, massaging just the right spots. The sounds it produced from you seemed only to make him even more worked up. You could feel him twitching against you. He stopped, turning you over onto your stomach, and with a grip in your hair, he held you in place. Slowly, he teased you with his tip. He moved it against you, slowly inserting it just barely before taking it back out. Your name left his lips in the same moment that he finally, slowly, pressed his still twitching dick in until your bodies were flush. He let out a long shuddering sigh as he started rocking his hips into you until that sigh became soft moans. He wrapped his arms around you, holding onto you and leaving a mark on your neck (Specifically for his brothers to see that he has taken you for himself). You could feel him hitting you deeper and harder with an irresistible rhythm; neither of you could stop the moans from escaping. You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, the heat spreading; all you could feel and think about was him. His movements became more erratic, and you knew he was feeling the same. Just as you reached the edge, gasping and gripping at the sheets, his grip on you tightened. He finished with one final deep thrust, filling you. Both of you collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, catching your breath. He pulled you closer, resting your head on his chest. “It was about time I got you to myself. I think we are gonna have to make a habit of it.”