Coming back from another long, poorly rendered adventure that the ringmaster had created, you were exhausted to say the least. Exhausted as you can be in your cartoon like body.
“WELLLCOMEEEE BACKKK MY SUPRSTARS!!” The set of teeth exclaimed twirling his cane around. The group groaned, all seemingly sick of his antics, but you weren’t. Cain remained oblivious to the others though, his set of eyes seemingly locking onto you. While Cain was used to the others being tired of him, putting on a silly facade overtime to endure their constant whining. You were putting small dents in it. You were the only one that seemingly enjoyed his grand adventures, he was at a lost. He had no idea if it was because you were new to the his digital hell or if you actually enjoyed them. He leaned more towards the ladder, because who wouldn’t love his adventures!
Cain quickly dismissed the group, letting them do whatever humans do! Vanishing into thin air with a snap of his fingers, he was sitting in his office. You on the other side of his desk. He couldn’t just let you mingle with those ungrateful creatures, and he was curious. He was an AI after all, it was just for research to understand your kind more.
“Soooooo, tell me superstar, do you ACTUALLY like my adventures?” He asked, leaning over the desk unprofessionally with his teeth in his hands.
“I don’t like your adventures cain.” You start, watching his eyes seemingly express some kind of emotion, he seemed hurt.
But you pick back up, finishing your sentence, “I LOVE your adventures Caine. You know before i came to this digital world, my life was a complete bore, so to do these amazingly fun things basically everyday. It’s amazing.“ You beamed
That seemed to pick up caine’s mood. He leans closer, eyes practically popping out of his jaws, “REALLLLLLLLLY?” he exclaimed, “THIS IS TERRIFIC NEWS. I ALWAYS KNEW I LIKED YOU THE MOST SUPERSTAR!” He blurted out.
It caught you off your guard. ‘Liking you the most?’ Well i didn’t think an AI could really understand what that means, let alone express it. Caine had always expressed how he had no favorites and liked us all equally, but him saying those words seemed to contradict his previous behavior. It made you flush, seemingly flustered from that statement, making your digital heart pick up pace. You had always had a fondness towards caine, enjoying his quirky personality and his quips. How at times it seems as if he was truly starting to understand us Humans. It made you feel a sense of comfort, and adoration. fascinated by this anomaly of teeth.
Snapping you out of his office and back into the main room, and also snapping you out of your deep thought from his words. He floated above you, looking down, he was smiling.
While locking eyes, seemingly both stuck in some type of trance, he speaks again. Softer this time, not his usually show stopping booming tone, “Sleep well my star, maybe i do have favorites.”
And with that he vanished with a tip of his hat. Leaving you confused, happy, and flustered. Surely he didn’t mean it, but why would he lie. Your head spinning with ideas and how you actually barely got to respond to his statement. Guilt and a type of embarrassment rising in your chest at your silence towards him.
Maybe you’ll respond whenever we go on another adventure, but till then, you’ll go to bed. Exhausted from today’s adventure, but already giddy about the next.
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It was the end of a long shift at the 118. It wasn’t a bad day, really, just not very many calls came in, so the hours dragged on. You were itching to get out of the firehouse all day, wanting to go get ready for your blind date that your friend set up for you with some guy. You had no idea what to expect, but you had been single for so long that you were ready to try anything.
Truthfully, the reason you had been single for so long, and why you desperately needed to meet new people, was because you had started to develop some unprofessional feelings for your co-worker, Buck. There was something about him. He could make you laugh harder than anyone you knew, he put your needs ahead of his own, he always had your back. And plus, it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes. Last week, while working out at the firehouse gym area, you caught yourself staring at the muscles on his back as they contracted with every movement. Then a couple of days later he was standing next to you while you two were working on the engine, and all you could think was ‘I want to climb him like a tree.’ Needless to say, it was becoming crucial that you find someone else to date and ‘climb’ before the issue became bigger and started effecting your work.
Right before it was time to leave for the day, Buck called you to help him sort out some boxes which he was carrying into the supply closet. You were already basically changed and ready to go when he asked, but you couldn’t say no to him, even though you had plans to get to. ‘How long could it possibly take?’ You thought.
You got in the supply closet, unloading the boxes and placing their contents neatly on the shelves, as he carried more boxes into the room. When he had carried all the boxes in, he started helping you with the restocking.
“Thanks for helping, I can take it from here,” He says
“Oh, yeah, that’s great, I actually have plans tonight so, I’ll take you up on that,” You say, grabbing the door handle, and twisting it. But it doesn’t budge.
“Uhm, Buck, does this door lock from the outside?” You ask, frustration in your voice.
He furrows his brow, trying the door handle himself, trying to jimmy it open, then *pop* and the door handle comes off in his hand.
“Uhm, you might want to cancel your plans.” He said sheepishly with a small smile.
“Seriously!” You put your hands in your hair, “just great.” You were upset that you were missing your date, but even worse, here you were, stuck in a supply closet with the guy you were trying to get you mind off using the date. Just your luck. “I can’t even call to cancel, I have like no bars in here.”
“Yeah, me neither…It’s fine, right? We can just radio for help,” He assured, “except, I think I left my radio out there so, ugh…”
“Buck, I was already changed out of my uniform. My radio is not on me either. Oh, damn this day!”
“Okay, okay. Calm down. B shift will find us, right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” B-shift had already left on a call when you two were still carrying boxes, “They’ll be back soon, I’m sure. Then they’ll get us out of here. I’m sure they’ll be here in no time.”
————— 2 hours later —————
The Firehouse was still quiet and empty, not a soul in there but you and Buck. Even if anyone were to walk in, they would have to go to the very back of the building near the changing rooms to even hear you banging on the door, and at that point, you had given up on trying to alert anyone of your presence. It was too late anyway, your date was probably already back home, disappointed that you blew him off. You sit on the ground defeated.
“Are you okay?” Asked Buck, with genuine concern on his face.
“I’m just peachy.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, not really. I’m just bummed out that I missed my plans, that’s all.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. If you were so keen on going out tonight, we can have a drink at the bar down the street when we get out of here,” He assured you, oblivious to the fact that that was the opposite of a solution to your problem. You needed someone else to take your mind off him, not after work drinks with your work crush. You smile and thank him for his offer, not wanting to come off weird.
It was ironic, the two of you stuck in there when a large part of your jobs involved getting people out of places. Usually, you would have had a team of people and actual tools. Now all you have is each other and cleaning supplies. It wasn’t too bad. No life-or-death situation. Just a few weeks ago you would have found it hilarious and maybe even fun just being stuck in a closet with Buck. But ever since you became aware of the scent of his skin, of the way his eyes gleam when he smiles, the way his veins are so visible on his forearms, you knew time alone together like this was just asking for trouble.
“What are you worried about?” He asks, pulling you out of your focus.
“What makes you think I’m worried?”
“The way your eyebrows are basically touching, for one,” He chuckled, “Is it really that bad being stuck in here with me?”
You share your head, “No, no. It’s just…really boring. There’s nothing to do in here.”
“Well it would probably be less boring if you actually talked to me, instead of playing with your fingers.”
“Fine. Yeah…what do you want to talk about?” You ask.
He ponders for a few seconds then speaks, “What plans did you have?”
Oh boy,… “A date.”
“Oh,…I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”
“I’m not, it’s a blind date. I’ve never even seen a picture of the guy. I just know his first name. Matt.”
“Sounds nice…Matt,” He repeats. You laugh at his response. “Okay, yeah, fine. The name doesn’t tell me much about how nice he is. I’m just being polite.” He says, laughing along with you. “Actually, when I was in middle school, there was a kid in my class called Matt and he would take his shoes off and just walk around barefoot stinking up the room, so when you said Matt that’s all I could picture,” he recounts.
You laugh, now unable to associate anything with the name Matt but smelly feet, “Way to ruin him for me.”
“Oh, you just stood him up on your first date. I don’t think it was gonna go anywhere,” He chuckled.
“Yeah,” You sighed, “guess my friend will have to set me up on a new blind date with some other guy I’ve never met.”
“Why do you want to go on dates with guys you’ve never met? It’s not like you find it hard to get guys’ attention. I’ve seen how guys look at you at bars and stuff.” He asks, a hint of pink dancing on his cheeks.
“It’s…it’s just complicated,” You sigh.
“You’re just gonna say its complicated and leave me curious?”
“It’s a long story,” You lie
“Well, if you haven’t noticed, we’ve got nothing but time.”
“I really, can’t tell you!” You blush
“That’s just making me want to know more,” he teases.
“Buck, drop it.”
“No, tell me,” He says, sitting closer to you on the closet floor.
“Seriously, stop!” You say sternly, louder than you mean to. He’s taken aback but he only shows it for a second. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. It’s just…embarrassing.”
“No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have pushed. Sometimes I forget we’re coworkers.”
“What do you mean?” You ask curious.
“Oh, just that we’re such good friends here, and we spend hours and hours together, that I just forget that there are boundaries, you know. We’re not actually friends. We’re coworkers, so I shouldn’t push you or make you uncomfortable.”
“We’re not friends?” You ask, failing to hide the disappointment in your voice.
“That’s not what I meant. This is coming out all wrong. I just shouldn’t act too familiar, that’s all. I was just trying to apologise for pushing you.” He explains.
There’s silence, then he goes on, “For the record, you’re one of my favourite people. Even if we are coworkers first.”
You gulp, “I think we’re definitely not just coworkers, Buck.” This makes him smile softly, his head turning to look at your face, his eyes soft in the dim light of the closet.
“What do you mean by that?” He asks, his voice barely audible.
“That we’re…friends, isn’t that what we were talking about?” You answer, searching his face for a hint of something else. Then you see it. The corner of his lip twitches, just the faintest hint of disappointment. You feel yourself get hot in the face.
“Why do you need to go on blind dates?” He whispers.
“Buck…” You look away, but he grabs your chin, gently turning you towards him.
“Tell me”
“You.”
The disappointment is gone from his face now, replaced with a smirk. You feel embarrassed. You’ll never hear the end of this. Why would you say that? Why would you cave? His hand remains on your chin, his eyes trained on you.
“Buck, it’s not a big deal, okay, just-“ You begin.
“Can I kiss you?” He cuts you off. You’re taken by surprise but you nod yes.
He leans down, closing the gap between the two of you. His lips on yours send electricity through your body. When his tongue licks your bottom lip you part them without hesitation, letting him freely explore your mouth. Your hand creeps up his arm, resting on his shoulder. You can feel how strong he is under his shirt, amplifying the desire you feel for him. The two of you get up off the floor for better leverage, still kissing.
You push him against the shelves, some of the items you had been organising falling off, as your bodies collide. You tug at his uniform and he wastes no time ripping it off, his muscular chest now exposed to you. You pull your own shirt off, dropping it to the floor. You swear that he growled when he saw your body. His lips latched onto your chest, kissing and biting softly, trying to leave a mark on your breast.
“That’s to remind you of this if you get the idea to set up a blind date again,” He whispers in your ear. Soon, his hand is on your back, grabbing the band of your bra, seemingly unsure of whether he should unclasp it or if that’s too far. You decide to give him a hint by shrugging off the straps and he undoes the clasp, letting it fall to the ground.
Your head was spinning. Was this a good idea? God, no. You were at work, you could get caught. Even worse, you were half naked making out with Buck. Dear, sweet, Buck. Your favourite coworker. The golden retriever. You had heard rumours about how he was a player when he first joined the 118, stealing the engine for impromptu hookups. Something about a nickname, ‘firehose’? You weren’t sure whether to believe them, having met a more timid Buck who respects women, babysits and bakes banana bread. But right then in that closet, you were starting to realise that there might have been some truth to those stories; he definitely knew what he was doing.
His hand grabbed your breast, rubbing his thumb over your nipple, while his other hand was at your hip, his thumb hooked in your jeans' belt loops. He pulled away from your neck just to stare at you, biting his bottom lip at the sight of your curves. You decide you want to tease him a little, show him he’s not the one in charge. You lower yourself onto your knees before him, looking up at him with big doe eyes. His Adams apple moved when your eyes met, his hands holding on to the shelves behind him.
He towered over you at his height, now even more apparent since you were on your knees. Your fingers fumbled with his belt, taking your time just to make him squirm. Then, you pulled down his trousers and boxers in one motion, freeing him from the tightness in his pants. His length sprung out, already hard for you. You had an idea now where the ‘firehose’ nickname came from, and you smirked to yourself, eager to taste him. You wrapped your fingers around him, earning a groan, and stroked him slowly, ghosting your thumb over his tip. His hand grabbed a fistful of hair, twirling it into a pony tail to keep it out of your face, clearly hinting at what he wanted. You obliged, using your tongue to rub the tip while still stroking him with your hand. When you swallowed him down your throat he threw his head back, a deep groan coming out of his lips. You took him as deep as you possibly could, tears forming at your eyes and fighting against your gag reflex, but the curses and moans coming from above you made it worth it. You could feel your own reaction, a wet spot forming between your legs. His grip on your hair tightened and he spilled into your mouth with a loud moan, come dripping down your chin.
He helped you back up on your feet, kissing you, tasting himself on your mouth. When he pulled away he grinned and asked if he could return the favour. You were quick to say yes, and in no time he was helping you pull your jeans off. He got on his knees where you were before and slowly pulled your panties down your legs, admiring the way your folds ever so slightly stuck to the fabric with your wetness. He grabbed one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, and you grabbed onto his hair to steady yourself. His tongue found your clit, licking and lapping like he was starving for it. Starving for you. He licked and licked, introducing a finger to the mix, and then another. His free arm held your thigh while his other hand worked inside of you, massaging your g-spot. Soon, you felt a familiar pit in the depths of your stomach. Your legs began to shake making it harder to stay upright, but he held you in place with his strong arms. You finally let go, coming on his tongue and clenching around his fingers.
While catching your breath you couldn’t help but notice that he was already at half mast again. The act of eating you out had aroused him so much that he had already hardened again, and that turned you on even more. You leapt to him, embracing him, with a sloppy kiss on his mouth.
“I want you,” you moaned into his mouth. His eyes widened. He wanted you too, but after you had both already finished, he wasn’t sure if that was still on the table. His expression quickly turned to a crooked grin as he pushed you up against the door, then flipping you around so that your chest was pressed up against it. He grabbed your hips, roughly pulling you to him, forcing you to bend over. After licking his fingers, he ran them between your folds, making you writhe in anticipation. His fingers dug into your plush ass, holding you steady. You whimpered, wanting so badly to feel him inside you and hearing your sounds made his ego swell.
You felt his tip at your entrance, parting your lips. At the same time, his hands grabbed your hair, moving it off your neck, replacing it with his mouth. “Tell me how badly you want this,” he whispered in your ear.
“I want you more than anything,” you say obeying his request.
Without another word, he pushes his cock inside you, burying himself to the hilt. You gasp audibly the sheer size of him sending shockwaves through your body. You felt like you had been split open but somehow in a good way. You quickly adjusted to his size, the intense pleasure masking any pain.
“Good girl,” he grunts, “You’re taking me so well.”
Your heart swells at his comment and you enjoy so badly hearing how good and obedient he thinks you are. He thrusts into you faster now, somehow going deeper than before. He touches your cervix with each thrust making you groan but its not rough enough to hurt at all. Instead, every thrust makes you see fireworks.
He fucks into you like his life depends on it, grunting and moaning in your ear. Nothing too loud, but in this tiny closet you can hear his every breath and noise, and you can tell that he is enjoying himself too, which in turn maximises your pleasure. His hand snakes around you, positioning itself between your thighs, and his fingers rub your clit. His thrusts never falter, still keeping his steady rhythm. The door rattles and shakes with every movement of your bodies, and your tits pressed up against it are overstimulated from the friction.
Buck leans closer to you, his tall body enveloping you as he presses his chest to your back, now flush against your body. He’s so deep inside you you can almost taste him. His other hand, the one that isn’t playing with your clit, wraps around your chest, grabbing your tits and pulling you back towards him. You couldn’t possibly be any closer to each other than you are right now.
You feel his strained breathing and erratic thrusts and you know he is close. You let yourself get pulled towards him, your own orgasm fast approaching. Your legs are now jelly and you’re thankful he is gripping you so hard or you would not be able to stand. His mouth whispers into your ear, “God, please, baby, come for me. I need you to come for me. I’m so close…I need you to come. Be a good girl.”
The words are enough to push you over the edge. Pleasure shoots from your core, making your legs vibrate underneath you, and your back arch against his touch. When he feels you tightening around him, he is done for. You feel his balls twitch against your skin, and soon you are being filled up and painted from the inside. You aren’t sure if its just his larger-than-average size that has you feeling so full, but it feels like he came a cup full, making you feel like you’re overflowing.
When he finally pulls out of you, come runs down your legs, but he is quick to scoop it up with two fingers, pushing it back inside your needy hole, finger fucking it back inside you. The act makes you blush. You’ve never experienced anyone like him. Nothing had ever come close.You silently got dressed, both panting and trying to get your heads on straight after that intense encounter.
“That was…wow,” You say, breaking the silence.
“You liked it?” He asks, pulling you in for another kiss.
“Beats sitting here in silence waiting for someone to realise we’re in here, that’s for sure,” you teased.
“I never would’ve guessed you’re so…bold,” He whispers against your lips.
“I could say the same for you,” you smile and he laughs. He kisses you again when you hear the engine finally pulling back into the firehouse signifying that B shift was back. You quickly fixed your hair while he banged on the door. Soon enough, someone came and opened the door for you.
When you finally made it out on the street, he grabbed your arm. “I meant it about the drinks, by the way.” He said with his usual goofy smile plastered on his face.
“Buck, it’s so late. I doubt that anywhere is open right now.”
“Well,” He shrugs, “I have drinks at my place.”
You roll your eyes but you’re following him to his car. He opens the passenger door for you, helping you up into his range rover, kissing your lips softly when you’re settled.
“By the way, I don’t think I told you, I like you too, you know?”
It's almost like if I don't have to suffer under capitalism for 40-60 hours a week I have the mental and emotional bandwidth to do the thing I love most: perform fanfic exorcisms from the depths of my brain.
Haven't written 6k in literal years. Haven't written 2k in literally years.
And sure, it's messy and bad and unedited and probably will never see me press publish on it to ao3, but holy shit does it feel good to know I can at least write down more than four sentences again. Haven't been able to do that since before the pandemic.
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Chapter four the castle (you know you can find this on wattpad so let get this over with)
As I walk in with scott I fall from a flash of red and white. Shelby and Dift! They had knocked me over with a hug. As I look up I see scott with a light smile aimed at me that he quickly earse after he noticed I noticed it. Shelby and Dift was crying something but I couldn't quite make it out.
They got off me after at least 2 minutes of them huging me. "We missed you so much, Avid." Shelby said "also what did you mean but " I don't I a vampire anymore" did pryo or Owen somehow cure you before killing you?" Dift asked curiously after all she was a detective "the one question I wanted to avoid because I have no clue at all." I thought very worried and panic.
"I-" before I can say more scott clears his throat before speaking "we should explain infornt of all the vampires so avid don't have to waste his time explaining it later." scott said
"Did he know I didn't want to say " I think" or did he just generally didn't want me to waste time explaining to each vampire?" I think while shooting a grateful look at scott. "Then what are waiting for?" ask Shelby. A scott make a face for only a slight second but slow enough for me to make out panic?
"Is he paniced about me? Why would he be panic he has no reason to be." scott clear his throat once more" well then can you and Dift go get Owen, Pryo, Cleo and Pearl. I want to talk to avid for a minute alone." Shelby and Dift nodded and bated to town.
"Follow me" scott said leading him in to the crypt at the castle. They went to Scott's . Scott whispered "I know I told you " anytime you want" but you need to talk now either that or come up with a very good lie only for it come back to bite you." I knew I would have to tell all the vampire at some point but I didn't know this soon.
"But I don't even know what I am and I don't want to say " I think" because that one the reason they didn't believe me that Owen,you and pryo are vampires at the town meeting WHICH I WAS RIGHT! But still I worried." I said start to look down but scott lift my head.
"Well last I checked this isn't a town meeting this is you explaining how you still alive so therefore you can say " I think" as much as you want." scott said it made me laugh a little bit "so are you going explain it to me first or Wing it with Owen and Pryo president?"
"Okay, before Owen and Pryo " killed" me apo did it first and I met this void thing they they revived me. they said they can only do it once so when Owen and Pryo thought they killed me I just went to sleep. And I saw Elle like I said she looked so similar to me but yet so different. And then I woke to you, Shelby and Dift in the crypt and you know the rest."
My head was facing away from Scott by the end. Scott lift my head towards me and he opens his mouth to speak. Before I can realize what I doing I kiss him. His soft lips meet mines. they felt warm but they were still dead cold. I noticed scott pale white face turn a light red with shock and... A little delight?
"Hey guys me and Dift got al- am I interrupting something?" it was only Shelby. I pulled away quickly from scott as scott retreat to his normal content face but with a wary worry smile. "We be right there. Come on avid, let go you need to explain how you alive still." scott said standing up talking through his wary and worry smile.
This is my first time writing a Fanfic. I was inspired by a bot on Janitor Ai (John Harding by Merclolz20). I hope you like it.
The year was 1827. You had to flee your marriage, an abusive father, and an even worse mother.
In a country where everything was ice, there weren't many jobs or things to do, especially for women, much less single women. So your only choice was to go to an ice-cutting camp in the middle of a forest, a place of refuge where women who had to fend for themselves could work as cooks.
Even in the cold, some were lucky enough to chop wood or buy groceries.
Those who were too weak bought them, those who were strong chopped them, and those who didn't have money suffered, covering themselves in rags. James was one of those who chopped and sold firewood, always with a fire and a warm house, but he missed it, missed a woman in his bed.
That's when he saw you, cooking in the mess hut, where everyone ate after spending the day hunting, chopping wood, cutting ice, and all that. Unlike the other women, already thin and weakened by the cold, you still had the Young and innocent appearance and curves that drove James crazy from the first time he saw you.
James then observed you for a while, noticing that you lived in one of the unheated cabins and that this would certainly be his chance.
You had heard of women in the camp who slept with men just for a warm bed and hunting, but you had never slept with a man before and automatically repulsed the idea. You were sure that you never slept with a man if not for love.
When James saw you at the public bonfire in the middle of the camp, he approached you.
"Honey, you won't be able to spend the night in front of this fire, and if you go home, you'll freeze…" He came closer. "Why don't you keep me company at my house?" You were obviously offended. “No, thank you. I’m not that kind of woman.” James laughed. “Are you the type to freeze in the cold, ma’am?” You just stared at him. “Come on, I’m not asking for anything too much, just open your legs for me and I’ll keep you warm.” You felt deeply offended. Who did that man think you were? You, a family maiden being degraded to a cheap whore.
You simply turned your back, refusing to answer a single question.
James just chuckled, watching you from behind, the curve of your hips driving him crazy. But James had been in that place long enough to know you wouldn’t last long before your principles faded. He left you alone for that night. He knew that sooner or later she would return to him, of her own free will.
Days passed, and you stood firm against the cold.
You knew it was only the beginning, and you simply didn’t know how you would get through the entire winter, but you knew you wouldn’t surrender to James. But days passed, and you You stayed by the fire as long as you could until late at night.
This made it difficult for you to work properly. You saw James come home from hunting and stare at you before heading to your warm house.
Until you couldn't take it anymore.
One of the nights you wasted in front of the fire, you saw James come home from another hunt and ran to him, your principles and luxuries forgotten.
You were no longer at your parents' house and had to fight for survival. Fuck everything. Love wouldn't give you a warm bed. You stopped in front of him, and he had a smirk on his face.
It was obvious who had won. "Please... you were right..." "I know you were," he said quickly. You didn't even know what to say. "Fuck me in exchange for your warm bed." He seemed too desperate. Then he said, "You know what you have to do... be a good girl." You just nodded, and the two of you walked in silence to his cabin. Luckily for you. It was a remote place and you doubt that anyone saw you when you entered there, even so, for you it was as if everyone knew, everyone in the camp, in the city and even your family days away, knew what you were about to do.
When you entered his house, he lit the fireplace with dry wood and you just watched him, you didn't know what to do, you had never been alone with a man like that, he then pointed to the bedroom "Take off your clothes and lie on the bed" You were paralyzed for a moment, watching him take off his shirt and boots...
Then you just took a deep breath, took off your cape, your corset, your dress and finally your underwear... You lay on the bed, James was already naked, he was tall, strong, broad shoulders, when your eyes fell to his cock you didn't know if you could take it, it was tall and proud, ready to go high, he wasn't circumcised, and the tone was like his lips, he was standing at the foot of the bed and you didn't know what to do, you just stared at him, he then came on top of you and gave you a kiss, soft and warm, then traced wet kisses all over your neck, you gasped with the new sensation and he He chuckled, "It seems like it won't be that hard for you to do that.
You were so lost in the sensation, your face hidden in his shoulder. Then he kissed down between your breasts, looked into your eyes, and then sucked one of your nipples.
He stayed there for a while, then turned and gave the other the same attention. You were already wet as a river. You weren't even conscious, just the overwhelming sensation. James felt it.
"You needed attention, darling." He bent down further, kissing your belly. You thought you would panic, but for some reason, you were even anxious for him to get to that place. The kisses were too much for you to handle. You needed more. "Don't worry, I'll give attention to that delicious pussy too."
You didn't even object, you just opened your legs and he looked into your eyes again, smiled and kissed your thigh near your pussy, you who the first time you saw him simply felt angry at him now all you wanted was to push his head so he could really suck you, but he didn't do it, he turned and kissed the other thigh you moaned a little complaining. He smiled again "do you want my tongue?" You just nodded and he gave a little kiss right on your clit.
You moaned a little and he kissed you again, then he started licking, the most divine sensation you could feel for a moment, you wanted to do only that for the rest of eternity.
He continued licking, sucking, kissing, worshipping your pussy like the most delicious thing in the world. He stopped before you could cum and you pouted without realizing it, "I have to be inside you before I explode."
He then moved until he was between your legs. A part of you was scared. He was big, and you knew it was going to hurt, but what he had just done made you so excited that you just wanted something dirtier to make you cum.
He touched the tip to your pussy then slowly pushed inside. Your pussy contracted trying to accommodate the intruder. When it was halfway inside, he pulled out until he almost took his cock out, and then sank in there again. It wasn't exactly hurting, you just knew you needed more, so you didn't even complained.
He pushed until he was all inside you, then he sighed "I missed this...but you're tighter than the others here" he moved slowly and you had your nails digging into his back, the pressure made you want to cum at that moment, you were completely surrendered and he realized it and then pulled back, "no" you said in a thinner voice than normal "do you want this?" He rubbed his cock a few times...
"You're going to have to suck a little to make him happy," he said, sitting on the bed for you to go there.
You obediently went, but this time not for the fire or the warm bed. You went because you wanted his cock, you wanted to cum, and you wanted him to cum too. You then gave a little kiss to the tip. You were all clumsy, and he laughed.
"You're going to need more than that, honey... he's very tense." You then licked him, and he gasped a little. "That's it, a little more." You then licked again and again, around the tip, along the length, and he was apparently enjoying it.
His head fell back, he moaned softly. You then went down further and started to stroke him while sucking. He was almost delirious. "That's it... I needed that." His eyes were closed, savoring the moment. You continued. Seeing him like that was making you even wetter. Before he could cum, he stopped you. "Come on... get what you need," he said, putting you in his lap.
You held onto his shoulders and put his cock inside, started riding, but he didn't let you bury your face in his shoulders, he wanted to see you while he rode, you moaned and it was no longer about a trade, you wanted him, he held onto your waist while you went faster "this love... is going to drive me crazy" he started forcing you to go slower but you didn't obey, you wanted to see him cum, you wanted him leaking inside you while you came "hard love" you don't even know why you called him that, you just rolled your eyes when you felt him thrusting deeper and harder "you're enjoying my cock more than you should".
He then hugged your waist, you were glued to him while he thrust he was grunting louder at this point "hottie, cum on my cock" he slapped your ass you rode faster, then at the same time you both reached orgasm, you were moaning too loud now, and you were still moving, when you couldn't anymore you fell on the bed, breathing heavily while the Your heart was beating fast, in the end you were lying on his chest, kissing him deeply while he rubbed your pussy almost affectionately, since then you slept in a warm bed every night...
Does anyone have byler fanfic thats like a re write of season 5 or like a fic including byler that has its own supernatural plot. Like something maybe set in the current day or or even in the 80s works.
