#dofluff

That moment when you art something nice and you actually like it.... BUT IT'S ON MOTHER FUCKING LINE PAPER

  *FLINGS NOTEBOOK* 

I was doodling in my class while taking notes o3o....

and I might cut my hair like that so why not update fluffy ;w;

Random shit ship doodles

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I hope you guys enjoy. X) (listen to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dww9UjJ4Dt8&list=PLHhabvUmyY6BVyH1ppqQpJG_BHbvKP62O)

Donut glared at everything and nothing in particular.

“Why the fuck are we even here?” he asked, glaring over at a preoccupied Fluffy.

They had been here for two fucking hours, and Donut was bored out of his mind.

“I told you Donut, I’m trying to assemble a robot, and I need to do a bit of research before I can get anything done. You’re welcome to leave whenever you want,” he said, not looking away from the books he had out.

Donut grumbled something about stupid and who the fuck cares about robots anyway, but otherwise stayed quiet. He had gotten rather loud at the one hour mark, and the librarian had threatened to throw him out, and while he didn't care about leaving, he knew Fluffy would stay anyway, and goddammit, Donut wanted to spend some time with his boyfriend.

He studied the bookshelves, face still set in irritation before he noticed just how sturdy the bookshelves were.

His lips pulled into a smirk and he glanced over at Fluffy, who remained completely oblivious to Donut’s change in mood.

“You know, those bookshelves look pretty sturdy,” Donut said, looking over at his boyfriend.

“They have to be to support the mass of the books,” Fluffy commented, completely missing the point of the observation.

“Just imagine what one could do up against them,” Donut said, a feral grin spreading across his face.

Fluffy looked up from his work for the first time with wide eyes and a flushed face, studying the area around them.

He quickly looked back at Donut, irritation set in his features. “We are in public,” he said, and it only made Donut grin wider.

“That’s kinda the point, babe,” he said, moving closer.

Fluffy squirmed in his seat, once again looking around them. There was no one in this section of the library, but he didn’t want to run the risk of someone overhearing their conversation.

“Come on, Fluffy. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t like it,” Donut said, placing his chair so that he could easily whisper in Fluffy’s ear, and nipped at his neck.

“Donut,” Fluffy said, and it was supposed to come out as a warning, but mostly came out as a sigh.

Donut grinned. “It could definitely take it, I think,” he said, fingers trailing up Fluffy’s thigh.

“People will see,” Fluffy said, and there was a clear thought. There was no way Fluffy would go along with it.

“Does it matter?” Donut asked, smirking against his skin.

“Yes, Donut, it does matter. I will not have sex in the library,” Fluffy said, his tone final.

Donut considered a moment, looking around, before finding what he was looking for.

“Follow me,” he said, standing up.

Fluffy was hesitant.

Donut glared a moment, then it morphed back into that feral grin.

“You want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” he asked, and then Fluffy was moving, and Donut let the grin fade into a smug smirk, dragging Fluffy with him to the washroom.

They got through the door quickly and Donut dragged them into a stall on the off chance someone decided to come in.

Fluffy opened his mouth to ask what they were doing, but then Donut’s mouth was on his and he couldn’t really say anything.

Fluffy panted a bit when Donut broke with his mouth to trail kisses down his jaw.

Donut bit hard on his collarbone, then sucked, and Fluffy made a small sound of annoyance. Donut always pulled this shit.

“Careful,” he said, though it was breathless.

Donut made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl, and began pulling at the hem of Fluffy’s shirt.

“What are you doing?” Fluffy asked, moving so that he could block Donut’s hands.

“Getting these goddamned clothes off of you,” he said, and knocked off his hat, and Fluffy wanted to argue, but then Donut was on his knees, biting and licking at the skin of his hipbones, his stomach, and he gasped.

Donut’s grin returned as he got Fluffy’s shirt off of him, moving to take his own off in one smooth movement.

“We really shouldn't be doing this,” Fluffy said, but it was half-hearted, and Donut knew he had won.

“No, we shouldn't. But isn't that the fun of it? That anyone could walk in at any moment and catch us?” he asked, unable to help but pick at Fluffy a bit.

“So help me Donut, if anyone catches us, we will never have sex again,” he threatened, but even he knew that wouldn't be true.

“Well then, you’ll just have to stay quiet if anyone comes in,” he said, pulling a small bottle of lube and a condom from his back pocket before pulling down both Fluffy’s and his own pants and underwear.

He lifted Fluffy so that he was gripping his waist with his legs, causing Fluffy to squeak a bit in surprise.

Donut coated his fingers with an ample amount of lube and circled Fluffy's hole, causing him to whimper.

Donut pressed a finger into Fluffy, and Fluffy couldn't seem to stop himself from moaning. It had been a while since the last time they had had sex, so he was tight, and so even just Donut's finger held the promise that there was definitely a chance it could hurt if he wasn't careful.

"Gentle," he managed to choke out, and Donut pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"No promises," he said, but he was aware. Fluffy was tight, really tight, and Donut couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel to be inside him.

Donut managed to get a second finger in, then a third, and stretched him carefully, because Fluffy had a tendency to get loud if he didn't, and not in a good way.

"You good?" Donut asked, Fluffy's moans echoing in the room.

Fluffy nodded, and then Donut was pressing into him, and it was painful, fuck it was painful, but there was pleasure there too, and he couldn't balance both of them.

Fluffy was loud. Donut had known this, taken pleasure in the fact that he could get Fluffy to moan, to scream, and he grinned when on one of his thrusts, Fluffy let out a particularly long moan.

There was the sound of the door opening, and someone using one of the urinals.

Fluffy went pale. Oh, no. Oh god, they were gonna get caught.

He tried to plead with Donut with his eyes to just be merciful until the person left, but the most evil grin passed over Donut's face, and he thrusted harder into Fluffy, and it tore a moan from Fluffy's lips.

Donut brought a finger to his lips, signifying for Fluffy to remain quiet, and continued with his rougher, faster pace.

Fluffy tried to stay quiet. He really, really did, but fuck, did it feel good, and then Donut hit his prostate, and it took everything in him not to let the scream escape, and he glared at Donut in a mix of irritation and desperation because he was so close, and he wasn't going to be able to stay quiet when it happened.

Donut seemed to realize this, because he went harder, faster, and he looked close himself.

"Hello?" a voice called, and Fluffy could see the shadow under the door, standing there, just listening.

Fluffy covered his mouth and held his breath, trying to stop all sound from escaping.

Donut liked this a little too much. Liked how desperate Fluffy looked. Liked how he was on the verge of tears, and how he did absolutely everything he could to keep from getting caught.

The man left, and the door closed behind him, and Fluffy let out the breath he had been holding, but it came out in a near scream when Donut hit his prostate, and then he was coming, gripping Donut for dear life, and Donut came a few uneven thrusts later, the air leaving him in a growl.

For a second they stayed like that, panting for breath.

Donut let Fluffy down, who stood on shaky legs. He wouldn't admit it, would never admit it, but he had liked it. The risk of it, the fact that they had been that close to getting caught.

They cleaned themselves up with the toilet paper and re-dressed, Fluffy blushing madly, and Donut grinning.

Fluffy didn't need the mirror to know that he looked like he had just been brought back from the dead, or that Donut looked sparkly as fuck.

His hand suddenly snapped up to his head, where his hat should have been, and he looked over at Donut with a panicked expression.

Donut rolled his eyes, pulling the hat out of his back pocket and placing it on his head.

Fluffy was caught off guard when Donut kissed one of the strings, and his blush grew darker, managing to cover his whole face and neck, and Donut walked away with a smirk, and all Fluffy could do was stare.

Donut turned around them, a smug smirk on his lips, and quirked an eyebrow.

"You coming or what?" he asked, and then Fluffy was following, and he wondered if maybe dating Donut was the stupidest thing he had ever done.

Or maybe the best.

Well, I enjoyed that, so I hope you did too!

It's been a while since I last finished a one-shot, so forgive me if the ending is a bit rough. (hehe)