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“What the.. Flins?”

You were used to seeing him in your bedroom late at night, 1:22 AM late if you wanted to be precise, and he was usually sitting beside you with a cup of tea in one hand and the other on your hand. He had a key to your house, after all, the two of you trusted each other with your lives.

It was typical. Every night, you'd go to sleep alone, and in the dead of night, you'd stir, from a nightmare or the urge to use the bathroom or anything, and Flins would be next to you.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, Flins was beside you, yet instead of sipping a cup of tea, he was lying down, eyes transfixed on your neck like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

“Don't worry about it, my dearest,” He coos, voice unusually sweet and soothing, and you almost dismiss his actions if it weren't for the sharp canines he bore that you caught sight of when he flashed you a smile.

“You're..” You don't even want to finish your own sentence. You didn't need to. You knew what he was.

A vampire.

Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, your beloved, your closest friend, a man who's been friends with you for as long as you can remember, your Flins, was a vampire.

And you had no idea until now.

You've heard the rumors, of vampiric creatures roaming Nod-Krai and attacking anyone from the Fatui to ordinary citizens, and you've heard of the recent spike in deaths, but that couldn’t be Flins, right? Flins, your Flins would never murder anyone or suck anyone dry, right..?

Breaking yourself from your chamber of thoughts and setting them off to the side, you're finally able to summon the courage to finish your sentence. “... a vampire.” 

“So smart, aren't you? Good girl.” Flins smiles again, letting his canines gleam under the moonlight streaming through your blinds, and you force yourself to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he addressed you as that.

“How come I've never..” You couldn't notice. In your—no, everyone's eyes, he's always had a vampiric appearance, his pale skin and dead eyes making visitors from places like Mondstadt and Inazuma believe he was a vampire. Even the traveler thought he was a vampire when they first met..

But you and everyone else just brushed it off. It was just how he looked, right? He was a perfectly normal guy who just happened to look like a vampire. A perfectly normal guy with oddly pale skin and oddly dead, sometimes intense eyes.

You were wrong. And now, you were going to be his next victim.

You've read Fontainian novels with vampires in them. Horror novels about vampires sucking their victims dry and leaving them to rot. Romance novels about vampires growing obsessed with a specific person and exclusively feeding off of them.

Was it going to be like this, too?

You had to wonder. Would this be like the former, where Flins would take advantage of his friendship with you and manipulate you into being his next victim, sucking you dry and leaving your corpse to rot in his house? Or would this be like the latter, where Flins would reveal that he was in love with you and make you the source of his food, no matter how unrealistic it might be? 

You had to be careful..

“Why so quiet, my dearest?” His voice is unusually flirtatious, more silky and seductive than before. His touch's become stranger. You can't place your finger on it, but instead of the caring, gentle touches you were used to receiving from him, these were darker, more sinister. The way he speaks is drastically different.. “Is there something on your mind?”

“No, just.. surprised.” A half-lie. You were surprised, yes, but also a bit afraid. You had to tread lightly.

“Oh, did you not expect me to be one of them?” He leaves soft, light kisses against your exposed neck, letting his lips trail down from near your ear to down to your collarbone. 

You don't say a word, letting him go as he pleases, letting his hands slither around your waist to bring you closer to him while he continues to leave feather-light kisses everywhere. It's gentle, he's always been gentle, that hasn't changed, but his actions almost feel sinister, laced with something darker that you couldn't truly describe.

Silence lingers between the two of you, a comfortable silence, an arousing silence as Flins's hands go down to massage and knead your thighs. Before you can say anything to stop him, to turn him away, he opens his mouth and bites down on a part of your neck, fangs sinking into your flesh.

And… it doesn't hurt?

No, it did hurt. Just not as much as you thought it would. It felt more irritating, if anything. A pain that you'd prefer were gone, but was more of a nuisance than anything. 

You can hear him mumble something against his skin, something that sounds like thank you, while his hands on your thigh climb up to lightly rub against your clothed flower. A soft, breathless moan leaves your lips, eyes fluttering shut. He's still snuggled up against you, his chest against yours, his head nuzzled against your neck.

“Flins..” His name rolls off your tongue like butter, voice soft and quiet yet dripping with an undertone of arousal. Something about this, the way he teases you with his hands while his mouth is latched onto your neck..

“'m done..” He whispers against your flesh, slowly pulling away and looking down at you with both adoration and lust. The fear and surprise you had when you first stirred awake was gone, and all that you felt now was arousal and excitement.

You tilt your head to the side just far enough to be able to look back at Flins, struck at how pretty he was. Sure, he was a vampire, but a beautiful one at that, his pale skin smooth like porcelain, eyes so intense you're sure that if you stared too long you'd die.

And you needed him.

No, you needed him in you.

Without hesitation, you begin to spread your legs, giving him access to your (still clothed) sex, watching the tent in his pants grow while his fingers continue to rub against your sweet spot.

You bring yourself closer to him, closer to the point where you could feel his bulge throbbing, close enough that he could start dry-humping you.

Flins’s eyes narrow, arousal and desire flickering in them. “Hold on, babygirl.”

You watch as he gets off of the bed, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor and pulling his top off so quickly you were sure you would’ve missed it if you had blinked. He’s quite lean, his body tall and slender, but he was most certainly hung. Handsome, in a vampiric way. Very handsome.

“Mmm..” He licks his lips, climbing onto the bed and getting on top of you. His gaze is intense, full of lechery, and you’re ready to give him what he needs.

You don’t say anything, just spreading your legs far enough and bringing them up in the air, the chilly breeze of your room tickling your toes as he positions himself in front of you. He leans in and pulls off your pants and panties, tossing them aside and watching them land on your dresser, before leaning in even further where you could feel his shaft against your wet folds. You let out a little moan, staring up at him as your legs wrap around his torso..

“Please,” you whisper. “fuck me.”

A smirk graces Flins’s lips as he hears your filthy words, and without a second thought, he reaches into your nightstand and pulls out some lube—wait, when did you acquire a bottle of lubricant?—and squeezes it onto his hand, lathering it all over his cock. You almost drool at the sight, but you do your best not to as he pushes past your ring of muscle, filling your insides.

“Flins!” You whimper, the sound pathetic yet pleasing to his ears as your back arches upwards. “Yes, please…”

His smirk widens as he sees your reaction, and in response, he begins to roll his hips back and forth, pushing in and out, thrusting his cock in and out of your sex. He’s gentle at first, slow, but his thrusts increase in speed quickly.

You toss your head back against your pillows as moans leave your lips, eyes fluttering shut and fingers curling around the bedsheets, grasping onto the fabric.

The atmosphere between you is charged with desire and passion, pearls of sweat beading up on his hairline and dripping down his forehead onto your waist. Your walls feel so irresistibly perfect around his cock, he just needs more of it.

“Liking this, baby?” Flins smirks down at you, fangs glimmering to remind you of his identity. A vampire. You almost forgot you were having sex with a vampire.

It didn’t matter, though. It felt good.

“Mmhm..” You do your best to nod your head as a string of needier, louder moans escapes you, legs feeling shaky just by the way he was pounding into you. You still have them wrapped around his torso, though, keeping him close and keeping his cock inside of you.

With every movement of his hips, of his cock slipping in and out, his groans crescendo. It’s an extremely appealing sound, and you could listen to him moan for days.. maybe, one day, you’d have him underneath you instead. One day.

Flins’s hands slide up from holding your waist, coming up to your chest. You watch, eyes half-lidded from ecstasy, satisfaction coursing throughout your veins as his hands knead at your breasts, all the while he’s ramming his hips into your own.

To say you felt pleasure was a massive understatement.

This was life-changing.

This was amazing.

“Archons, I’m close..” Flins groaned, his head rolling back as he indulges in his—your—both of your desires, thrusting harder and faster so that he could finally reach his peak. Feeling him fill you up again and again, feeling your walls surround his penis again and again, it all feels so delicious.

You can’t help but tease him. “Already? I thought we just started..”

“You feel too good, baby girl.” He responds cheekily, flashing you yet another smile to show off his fangs.

You’re about to reply, but you feel his tip kiss your cervix, and a loud, desperate whimper escapes you. You’re embarrassed, cheeks flushing—you didn’t know you could be that loud—but Flins doesn’t say anything, just smirking and thrusting even harder.

His hands let go of your breasts and go back down to holding your waist, nails digging into your skin so hard you were sure they’d leave a mark, and you begin to feel your climax building up, too. The edge of heaven is getting closer now, and you’re coming closer to toppling off the cliff and falling into an abyss of ecstasy.

“I’m about to—“ Before Flins can even finish his sentence, his orgasm crashes into him, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over him as he spurts his semen into you. You inhale sharply, and the feeling of his cum in you brings you over the edge.

“I’m— fuck— cumming!” You whine, legs quivering as your back arches and your head falls back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You feel as if you’ve been hit with an arrow, an arrow full of ecstasy and gratification, an arrow so effective that it brings this feeling to your whole body and soul.

It lasts for about 10 seconds, before you’re finally able to come back down. You just came, sure, and you feel satisfied, but now.. there’s still an emptiness in your soul that can only be filled with more sex.

The look in Flins’s eyes shows that he knows how you feel already. “More?”

Nothing could’ve prepared you for seeing him like this.

Flins was perfect in every way, his chiseled body appearing almost as if he had been sculpted by the Gods themselves, his girth dripping with pre-cum. Your eyes traced along his veins, admiring the view as he stood before you, the atmosphere heavy with lust.

“Are you ready, beautiful?” He asks, his deep voice inked with arousal. He wanted you, and you wanted him, and in this moment, the only thing that mattered to him was pleasing the both of you.

“Yes..” You breathed out, your heart pounding against your chest. This would’ve been your first time with him, and to say you were overjoyed would be an understatement. You were over the moons.

Flins steps forward, gently pushing you down onto the bed, bringing your knuckles up to his lips and brushing a soft kiss against them as his cock rubs between your folds. No words are exchanged between the both of you, only breathy moans, and he’d rather have it stay that way.

He grabs his bottle of lubricant from the nightstand, squeezing a generous amount onto his palm and rubbing it all over his penis before finally beginning to push in, eyes studying your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.

Your eyes shut in ecstasy, hands desperately grabbing at the bedsheets as your legs quivered in pleasure. He felt so good, so perfect inside you, like the missing puzzle piece you had been trying to find for years. It was him.

Flins’s hips begin to rock back and forth, moving in a slow and steady rhythm as he slides in and out of you, watching carefully to see if your expression would change into pain. He couldn’t find any of that, and instead, watched as your expression contorted further and further into bliss.

“Should I go harder?” He asks, his hands holding your hips tightly, almost digging into your skin.

“Yes.. please..” You gasp, head lolling back as your eyes roll back. You felt like you were on another plane of existence, on a different planet admiring the true sky.

Flins groans, and his hips roll against yours faster, harder, one hand desperately gripping at your hips while his other hand slides up and swirls around your nipples. He leans down and pressed a kiss against your neck, lips parting to let his teeth sink down in your skin. He needed to mark you, make you his, show everyone that they couldn’t have you.

“I’m.. shit.. I’m close..” You mumble, placing one of your palms over your mouth to muffle your moans, as they had been crescendoing.

In response, Flins begins to leave more brief, tiny hickies on your neck and collarbone as he thrusts faster and faster, his cock slamming into you with increasing force. You were so close to the edge of heaven, so close to succumbing to the pleasure, so close to orgasm..

“Fuck, I’m—“ You can’t even complete your sentence before absolute bliss overtakes all other senses, ecstasy crashing over your body as you writhe underneath him.

Your heart pounds, feeling as if it’s about to explode out of your chest, your walls clenching around Flins’s girth as your cheeks flush. He felt absolutely amazing, and you began to regret not making a move on him earlier. You could’ve had a taste of him way earlier.

“I’m cumming too..” He groans, his head falling down and burying into your shoulder as his cock spasms inside of you, filling your insides with his semen.

After a few seconds of euphoria, he finally pulls himself out of you and lets his limp cock sit against your abdomen, panting and out of breath. “.. Want to go for another round?”

“Fuck.. more, Y/N. More..” Flins groaned out, rolling his hips back and forth and driving his cock deeper into your walls. You were tight, so unbelievably tight that he almost forgot about Varka’s presence, how it wasn’t only him that was fucking you.

He lets his head roll back as his penis slides in and out of your anus, his fingers digging into your hips as pearls of sweat drip down his chiseled body. Soft, breathy groans fall from his lips, crescendoing with each and every thrust. You can’t see him from where you were positioned, after all, you had Varka pumping into your mouth, but the mere mental image of what he might look like in this very moment was making you even more aroused.

Meanwhile, as he rocked in and out of your anus, Varka stands in front of you, his hand guiding your head up and down on his cock while his balls rub against your chin.

He smirks down at you as he pushes your head up and down, watching as he disappeared past your lips and came out again. Each time the tip of his shaft hit the back of soft palate, he couldn’t help but let out a breathy groan in response. His hands rest on the slide of your head, entangling themselves in your soft locks.

You look up, letting your eyes crawl up Varka’s body, enjoying the view. Small strands of lemon blonde hair trail up from his crotch to his belly button, the happy trail almost unnoticeable due to his pale complexion. His muscled chest drips with sweat, glistening under the soft candlelight which was scattered around the bedroom. And finally, his face. His handsome, absolutely ravishing face which was overcome with bliss, eyes rolled back and lips parted to let his sounds of pleasure be heard.

You let yourself get lost in his beauty. Not in the feeling of Flins’s impressive dick driving in and out of you, not in the feeling of his fingers massaging and squeezing your buttocks and hips, and definitely not in the feeling of Varka’s cock be coated with your saliva.

The soft scent of white musk drifts through the air, whirling past your nostrils and complementing the already intimate atmosphere. With every second that passed, it seemed that you, Varka, and Flins were all getting even more aroused, and that this round was only the beginning for more sex to come.

Flins brings one hand to strike your cheek, hard enough to jolt you out of your thoughts and force yourself back into the reality of the situation. You were being Eiffel-towered by the two most handsome men you had ever seen, and it was absolutely amazing. You suck harder and you even wiggle your hips a bit, eager for more.

“Good.. keep on sucking like that, baby,” Varka gasps, letting his head tilt down to meet your lechery-clouded eyes. He smirks as he sees the excitement in your eyes, bringing his head up to look at how Flins was doing.

The dark-haired male was in pure bliss, each and every groan inked with ecstasy, his lubricated cock pounding into you like never before. Beads of sweat begin to pool around his hairline, dripping down his cheeks and falling down to your buttocks.

“Almost close?” Flins groans, looking up from your hole to lock eyes with Varka.

“Yeah.” The blonde replies simply, his hips jerking back and forth quickly as he could feel himself getting closer to the edge of heaven. His mind is clouded with thoughts of what the both of them could do to you after this, other positions they’d try, and if he could be the one behind you next…

“S-shit, I’m—!” Flins lets a loud, husky groan pour from his lips, his semen shooting deep into your anus. Varka follows right after, his nut splattering into your mouth, and he pulls himself out to let you swallow it down.

“Ready for more?” Varka asks, looking down at you as he watches you swallow his load.

“Mmhm. You?” Flins nods, looking down at you as well.

Your roommate looked absolutely breathtaking.

There Flins was, sitting on the couch beside you, his shirt nowhere to be seen as he stares at the fireplace, deep in thought. He’s in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and presumably his boxers, manspreading subconsciously. You can see a bulge in his pants, yet he does nothing to suppress it or even take care of it, engrossed in whatever his train of thought had traveled off to.

His hand sits near his crotch yet not close enough to palm his bulge, and your mind also begins to wander. You began to think about the possibility of oral sex, hypothesizing his size and width, and imaging your tongue licking up and down his girth—

“Hey.” He speaks up, interrupting the tranquil silence between the two of you as his head turns to face you. That’s when you realize how close you both are, legs touching. You can almost hear the gears in his brain turning as he tries to come up with something to say.

“I need your help.” Flins continues, his hand sliding up to palm his bulge. His voice is inked with arousal, and you already know what he wants. “Something’s been.. troubling me.”

You already know what he wants, but you decide to play into it anyway, attempting to mask the excitement in your voice. “What is it?”

“I need you to take care of this.” He tugs at his sweatpants and the band of his boxers, bringing them down to his knees. His cock springs free, standing tall against the chilly air of your living room, and you gasp.

Flins’s long, erect cock nestles itself against his thigh, apricot-colored tip slowly beginning to leak with pre-cum as veins lined his shaft. It’s an incredibly enticing sight, him sitting there with his cock exposed and his legs spread, and you know just what you want to do to him.

“Okay.” You say quickly, climbing off of the couch and kneeling before him, sitting in-between his legs while his eyes locked on yours. Your hands come up to fondle his testicles, lips leaving feather-soft kisses against his penis.

His lips part and he lets out a soft, breathy moan, one of his hands coming up to comb through your hair as he watches you perform your ministrations.

In response, you stare up as him as your tongue darts out and begins to lick up and down, swirling around his tip. Your lips wrap around one of his balls, sucking on his flesh as your eyes flutter shut. Finally, you were getting what you had been thinking of, you were getting the chance to give Flins oral.

His free hand digs into the cushion of the sofa, head rolling back as his groans began to gradually crescendo. The atmosphere is heavy with lust, and for him to say that it felt amazing would be a massive understatement. He had been so pent up lately, no time to himself for him to masturbate, so having you here licking his cock was like heaven.

Once every inch of his shaft was coated with your saliva, you decide to go for it, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock and swirling your tongue around.

In response, he lets out a breathy moan, eyes rolling back as his fingers grasp onto the strands of your hair. “Shit..”

He looks down and watches as you suck on his tip, head bobbing back and forth as your hands slid up and down his shaft. Pearls of sweat beaded along his hairline, his teeth sinking down onto his bottom lip in an attempt to keep quiet, worried he’d be too loud.

“You like that?” You ask teasingly, staring up at him through your lashes, jerking him off while your tongue flicked around his tip. Tonight, every millimeter of his cock wouldn’t go unexplored, and you were sure of it.

“Mmhm,” Flins hummed, eyes heavy with lust as his breathing grows faster, almost writhing underneath you.

He’s so beautiful like this, hair tousled and messy after a long day, his happy trail faint yet just enough to make you even more aroused. His neck and collarbone’s free from blemishes, yet you can’t help but imagine what it’d look like with hickies to contrast his pale skin.

You look up at him, dropping your hands, your eyes trained on his face as you slowly bring your head down more and more until his balls pressed against your chin. One hand squeezes them, while your other hand held onto his thigh, fingers digging into his flesh.

A sharp, husky groan escapes his lips as he throws his hand over his mouth, using his palm to muffle his noises of pleasure as your head moves back and forth with increasing speed.

Flins’s fingers slowly begin to guide you, controlling your motions and moving your head back and forth at the pace he desired. His legs quiver, eyes heavy-lidded as your mouth engulfs his shaft.

He’s close, you can tell. He’s succumbing to the pure ecstasy of having his cock in your mouth, and all he wants is more, more of your mouth, more of you, and more of your body. He’s never been given head this good before, and as he tip-toed closer to the edge of heaven, he could feel his embarrassment growing. He was going to cum early.

Flins removes his hand from his mouth, panting as he tenses up, and before he can give you a verbal warning, his balls tensing up and his back arching forward slightly as euphoria overcomes all of his senses. His cum shoots into your mouth and down your throat, and you almost choke as you attempt to swallow the mess he had made.

After a few seconds of basking in the pure bliss of the moment, he recovers from his orgasm and pulls himself out of your mouth, his cock leaving your lips with a soft pop. His hands fall from your head and you pull back, resting against his thigh as silence emerges.

The only sound in the room is the soft crackle of the fireplace, and your eyes flutter shut as you rest. Flins places one hand on the top of your head, this time stroking your hair sweetly, as if the sexual encounter between you two had never happened.

Your arousal’s still high, though, and you can’t help but yearn for him in every way possible. You wanted more of him, you wanted to feel him thrust inside you, a mere blowjob wasn’t enough.

“… should we take this to the bedroom?” You ask softly, quick breaths leaving your lips as your eyes open to look up at him, awaiting his answer.

notes: title is from the edge of heaven by wham

You never thought you’d find yourself in a situation like this.

But you certainly weren’t complaining.

There you were, back pressed against the wall as your tongue swirled around the resident milkman’s mouth. You wanted to explore every single crevice within, memorize the little imperfections that structured him beautifully.

“Milkman..” You gasped out breathlessly as he pulled away, giving you a second to relax as his ministrations continued on the lower part of your body. His cold, calloused fingers began to gently rub your clothed clit, causing high-pitched yet deeply soulful moans to escape your lips.

“Shh,” He coos, his free hand coming up to place a finger against your mouth in a shushing manner. You reluctantly bit back soft whimpers. You practically melted into his touch, wanting nothing but to obey each and every command he may give you. His voice was just oh-so dulcet and velvety, like a lullaby to your ears that you never wanted to let go of. “Just call me Francis, darling.”

And so, you forced your whimpers to come out as quietly as possible as the milkman, or, Francis slowly tugged your lovely skirt down, revealing the elegant pair of panties you donned. He licked his lips softly, giving your hips a little squeeze as he led you over to the couch.

You sat down, watching as Francis loomed over you as a tall and imposing figure. He slowly kneeled in between your legs, leaving gentle yet sensual kisses down from your thighs all the way up to your wet clit. Your lips parted to let out faint gasps and whines as he did so, your eyes drifting down to meet his seductive gaze.

“Francisfrancisfrancis, ah..” You babbled mindlessly, throwing your head back as his tongue began to swirl circles around your sensitive wetness. He was quite elegant and composed, even during moments when passion and lust were meant to take over your consciousness.

Your back arched forward, head buried within the sobering solace of your couch cushions as the milkman’s ministrations began to accelerate in both speed and intensity. He slowly stood up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants to reveal his completely erect cock, positioning himself in front of your cunt.

A loud. whiny gasp escaped your lips as Francis began to slick his hardened, dripping-with-pre-cum member up and down your clit as you threw your hand over your mouth and allowed your eyes to roll back. You couldn’t believe that your neighborhood milkman, a man supposed to be innocuous, could make you feel as good as this.

A part of you was wondering if he had seduced the other women in your neighborhood and done the same to them, but it didn’t matter to you. He was putting his experience to good use.

“Are you ready?” Francis asks softly, head tilted lightly as his hands gently squeezed and fondled your chubby hips. The abyss of pleasure he had thrown you down left you a bit dazed, so it took you a few seconds before you nodded in affirmation.

He turned away, pulling out a bottle of milk and pouring some into his hand as he began to rub it all over his shaft. He can’t be- no, he was using milk as lubricant. You blinked, watching in a mix of excitement and bewilderment as he smeared the white liquid all over his large cock, making his veins glisten with anticipation and sensuality.

“Is.. is that milk?!”

“Mmhm. Can you turn over and lay on your stomach?”

You nod, flipping over laying down on the couch as your hands latched onto a pillow and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“Good girl,” Francis coos as he began to gradually slide himself inside of you from behind, his shaft beginning to fill your insides as he steadily held onto your hips to keep you from squirming around too much. The sensation was quite the thrilling one, and the taboo of getting “down and dirty” with the milkman was exciting you even more.

“Francis-!” You gasped out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the brunette began to pump his hips into yours, seemingly going deeper and deeper with every thrust. You weren’t sure if it was just the ecstasy of the ordeal confusing you, or if he was getting more aggressive, but you certainly weren’t complaining. His size was quite.. impressive, and it was definitely helping your pleasure levels.

“You’re doing good, princess.” Francis praised, smirking coyly. He continued to thrust into you, letting out deep grunts and groans that were a symphony of lust for your ears. His hands gripped your hips, occasionally sliding down to your butt to give your cheeks a little squeeze of both affection and ardor.

“What if you get me pregnant?” You ask breathlessly, the pounding of his hips into your soft ass sending you to the edge of heaven as you tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with lust and lechery, nothing more to show that his attention was completely focused on pleasuring you.

“We’d have a bastard child,” He says calmly, shrugging lightly as if it was nothing but a regular day for him. You wondered if it was a regular day for him, to just casually seduce and probably impregnate the women he delivered milk to. Your thoughts washed away as he thrust harder and harder, one hand sliding upwards from gripping your hips to getting itself tangled within your soft locks. “But I’d marry you before anyone finds out.”

His reassuring words and tone would’ve calmed you down had it not been for the fact that the two of you were actively engaging in intercourse at the moment. The feeling of Francis sliding in and out of your sensitive opening from behind was clouding your senses, and hell, clouding your vision too. Your eyes were hazy as you could barely make out the outline of your television, but it was fine. This felt perfect.

Would it be improper to say that you were getting the milkman’s milk?

And would it be even worse to say that you were enjoying each and every second his dick slid in and out of you?

“So, so good..” You mumble into the pillow, panting as pearls of sweat dripped down your forehead and slid onto the cloth of the pillow you were grasping onto. His hips continued to slam into your rear as his fingers gripped your strands of hair tightly, almost pulling them out had it not been for his restraint and slight fear of hurting you.

“You’re taking it well.” Francis comments, moving his hand from your scalp down to your jawline as he gently tilted you to look back at him. Your soft, alluring gaze met his more seductive and lustful one as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as your tongues battled in a war of passion and lasciviousity.

“This is.. quite indecent,” You murmured against his lips as you leaned into yet another kiss from him, that simple kiss quickly morphing into a heavy make-out session. Once he finally pulled away, giving your cheeks a soft slap, you moaned louder as his thrusts began to accelerate again.

“Mm.. `m gonna cum soon, babygirl,” He pants out, lifting a hand to wipe away the sweat dotting his hairline as he finally takes his hat off and tosses it aside, revealing his soft brown locks that were tousled and messy. You moaned, realizing that you were close to also tipping off of the edge of heaven as well.

Before you could warn him, the two of you reached your climaxes, his cum filling your insides as your fingernails dug into the pillow and you screamed. It was one of the most pleasuring sensations imaginable, but any coherent thoughts were washed aside by the ecstasy of finally reaching your peak.

“Would you like to go for another round?”

And you immediately nod in affirmation.

kyle broflovski

when he first found out he wasn’t really surprised but was a little (and i mean a little) disgusted

“well you look like you do”

of course you were like “.. what the hell does that mean”

but he’s pretty smart and figures things out quickly so you’re not surprised that he said that

eventually he decides to read one of them because he was curious

he thought it was pretty good but you needed to work on some things so he offered to be your co-writer

something along the lines of “it’s good but you could do these things better”

he’s like a teacher LMFAOA

stan marsh

surprised and kinda disgusted

“what the hell”

after he said that you thought u lost your with him chance fr

eventually you mustered up the courage to ask him to read one of them

why? who the hell knows. yolo.

once he did end up reading one of them because he got curious, and he was surprised because it was really good

he ended up complimenting your writing skills

something like “it’s not that bad”

would never read one of them. ever. again. no matter what + tries to forget it even happened 😭

lucky u didn’t lose your chance w him but its still embarrassing to think about

kenny mccormick

he likes loves how freaky that is 💦

“damn that’s hot” or something 💦

0% judgemental 100% supportive 💦

when he eventually came around to reading it he jerked off. right hand dick left hand scrolling down on his phone bc he’s soaking the sex in!!

he’ll offer to be your co-writer but unlike kyle who wants to help your writing, kenny will 100% make it freakier and sexier 💦

“you should add (freaky obscure sex thing)” and you’re like “… wtf is that”

eventually you let him be your beta reader and editor and your fics were suddenly freakier than ever before!

your readers were delighted by the level of creaminess! (i meant to write freakiness but it autocorrected)