#it itches

it had been a few hours since the argument, and usually you always came back to him, right or wrong, you just wanted his attention again… but this time? he fucked up. he kept dismissing you, acting like you didn’t know anything, as if the subject were so obvious, so juvenile. that pissed you off. you were smarter than that, and he should’ve known better.

now he’s got you laid on your back, thighs around his head as he devours you like he hasn’t eaten. he hasn’t. he was gonna beg you to cook something for him. greedy fuck. he’s getting more and more frustrated, cock half hard because you won’t let out those sweet, sweet noises that drive him to the edge. instead you bite your cheek, your lip, anything to keep your mouth shut.

he couldn’t take it anymore.

he dragged off the panties you were still wearing, not ripping them since they were your favorite. “hips up sweetheart.” a demand, but you didn’t move. his hand smacked you across your cheek. quick and rough, but not cruel. did he… really.. just???

“you can be mad at me, you can cuss me out, you can take a bite out of my fuckin arm, but you tell me what’s wrong.” another. this time on your clit. you jerked, squeezing your legs closed. he hadn’t ever treated you like this before, sure you had begged, but never agreed, said you were to sweet to ruin. you were shocked. dripping? absolutely. but definitely shocked. “color?” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“..green.”

“good. now are ya gonna tell me what’s wrong—or am i have gonna fuck it out of you?”

you didn’t even know what you were mad about anymore.

first off, here's mine!

my little sister's, who is 10.

And my BROTHER'S, who is 6. (I accidentally spilled piná colada flavored popsicle juice on it 😭)

quick moot tag ? 😼

two t boys go on an adventure.