#skips

it's common knowledge that almost, if not every, object in this house has heard you touch yourself. you moan unabashedly, your shaking whines bouncing off the walls of your seemingly barren abode, however when you met skylar all of that changed. since you met her, and found out that you weren't as lonely as you thought, you rarely had time to touch yourself anymore.

your 'alone time' had come to a screeching halt. even when you did have time, you felt too paranoid to even look up anything, lest phoenicia or mac tease you for it. the thoughts started to keep you up at night, keeping you tossing and turning from a mixture of guilt for the noises and the messes, and embarrassment for being so shameless... even though this was your own house to begin with.

unbeknownst to you, this pause in your masturbation was driving a certain shadow up. the. walls. skips' chest felt tight every time your moans would grace his ears, his shuddering breaths falling in time with yours while he imagined how beautiful you look with your fingers slick with desire. he was so, so achingly jealous of betty. she got to hear, feel, even see everything in far more detail than anyone else. no matter, he'd have you to himself soon.

he was so giddy when you used the dateviators on him, he almost had to slap the excitement out of himself to conceal his image. the process of regaining all his spectral arms took much longer than he originally anticipated, the other objects in this house having you run this way and that to solve their problems. skips noticed what the others didn't though, how your patience was running short, how stiff your body had become, but he could fix that all very soon.

finally regaining all of the spectral arms, he was terrified that you'd turn him away, worried that all his allure was lost. to his delight, you reassured him with a gentle touch to his upper arm, a touch that you thought nothing of. skips however, felt a tent start to pitch in his pants as soon as your fingers caressed him. strangely enough, he felt envious of the jacket he was wearing, as it directly felt your skin.

he plead with you to keep coming back, to spend more time with him, and out of the kindness of your heart, you did. every time you came back he had to remind himself that this wasn't a dream, and that you were finally here with him. it didn't take long for him to start acting like a lovesick puppy, barely more than two feet away from you at all times. the sudden clinginess wasn't really unexpected on your end, but even still it was welcome.

one day, sitting in that pitch black space with skips, you were rambling about your frustrations. for the first time in a while, you felt free to talk without judgement. even though the empty space had scared you at first, it soon became a place of peace, a place where you could breathe without prying eyes. skips, of course, listened attentively, nodding and humming along as you spoke - words surrounded with an air of impudence.

"i don't even have the time to jerk off anymore, it's so fucking annoying!" the words fell from your lips before you could catch them, your palm slapping against your mouth as your eyes went wide. obviously you knew he heard you before, but your attempt to maintain any sense of modesty had been shattered. skips didn't judge you, not that you thought he would.

with soft words and gentle reassurances, he helped you calm down, a large hand settling on your shoulder to ground you. after you caught your breath, you noticed a slight glow in his cheeks, that neon yellow now being a familiar sight. tilting your head in curiosity, you urged him to speak up. skips' heart was hammering against his chest, and the urge to sink into the shadows and hide there was greater than ever, but he couldn't just let this opportunity pass him by.

"i—" he stuttered, choking on his own spit before awkwardly clearing his throat. "i could help you, if- if you want, of course.." it took a moment for you to process what exactly he wanted to help you with, your face growing hot with realization. you shook your head, hands mirroring this motion as you fumbled over your own explanation. you couldn't possibly, after all this was something you usually handled on your own.

before you could even finish telling him that you were 'fine' and that you 'could deal with it a later time', he had already taken his jacket off, folding it up and placing it on the floor beside you. with a heavy swallow, you lifted your hips from the floor (?), and sat on his jacket. skips crouched beside you, eyes flitting to yours as his finger hooked under the waist of your shorts, his gaze letting you know you could back out at any time. you nodded, weight falling back against your elbows as you lifted your hips again to aid him.

he moved in front of you as he guided the material down your legs, sucking in a hiss through his teeth when his hard made contact with you. he wanted to tease you, to slowly drag them down your thighs, to really take his time with you, but his own eagerness got the better of him. you barely had time to process that your shorts were actively being taken off, before they were already off and sat next to you.

he took the back of your knees into his palms, spreading your legs for him like it's what he was meant to do. his cock throbbed against the fabric of his jeans at the sight, the wet spot in your panties spurring him on more. lowering himself in front of you, the way he brought your legs above his shoulders was eerily natural. skips' hands dragged up your thighs, settling on the apex of your hips.

his mouth watered, each breath he took in shaking more than the last. the sight of you was enough to get him drunk, but the smell? oh my god, he truly was a filthy pervert. he took a deep breath in through his nose, exhaling from a small 'o' in his mouth, shuddering in glee from the way you squirmed. the smell of your sex made him moan, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as he did so.

with no hesitation, he licked a warm, wet stripe through the thin material, hips rutting into the floor with fervor. your stomach flexed, a choked gasp escaping your lips. his fingers dug into the meat of your hips, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he continued to ravish you. even through the thin fabric he could taste you just fine, but he soon grew impatient. groaning into your heat, he pulled away, much to his dismay.

before you could even question his actions, he tore the material, the sound echoing throughout the empty space. you looked at him in awe, complaints dying on your tongue as he delved back into your heat. he moaned loudly, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. "'m sorry-", he mumbled into your cunt, "couldn't wait any longer."

like a starved man, he ate you out, not daring to spill a drop. his tongue circled your clit before he cupped his lips around it, sucking on the bud with a steady rhythm. breaking away for air, he planted a gentle, if not teasing, kiss to your cunt, offering a soft hum in response to your whines. he brought his right hand from your hip, thumb immediately rubbing circles onto your clit. your legs clamped around his head in response, nails digging into your palms, the pain in your elbows immediately overshadowed by pleasure.

skips' tongue dragged up and down your folds, briefly dipping into your core before returning to his ministrations. with the way he was going at it, it was like he was getting paid every time you came. he was humping the floor at this point, every quiver of your body making threatening to tip him over the edge, but he made himself wait. he'd only cum when you did, it wouldn't feel as good otherwise.

his boxers were so terribly sticky, filled with his white. he moaned and whined into your cunt, his left hand gripping your hip in a bruising grip, your third orgasm of the night building in your stomach. fighting your wants, you pushed his head back, the action taking much more effort than you thought it would. he looked up at you with doe eyes, chin covered in your slick as he whimpered in confusion. the sight made your heart flutter, and your core subconsciously flex around nothing, which skips did in fact notice.

"i wanna— i want to cum around you, please.." your request came out much more mousy than you originally intended, chest heaving as you spoke. skips stared at you for a moment, almost like you were speaking in another language. fuck, he could've cum in his pants just from hearing you say that. as much as he wanted to, wanted to split you open, to hump you like an animal in heat, this was about you. he shook his head, cheek resting against your thigh as he looked up at your flushed face. "not this time, i wanna focus on you, so let me, please."

and with that, he lost himself in you once again, making you cum until you couldn't stand it anymore. well.. at least he promised you a next time, right?

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this is how i interpret skips' little shadow space .... sorry if it's inaccurate idrc LMAO, anyway this one sux so bad i'm so sorry...😢 also my page isn't a safe space for emo/alt fetishists, as an emo person myself i find yall weird as fuck sorry not sorry :p