I wish I had a beatlab.
You know what feels really good sometimes? Burping out loud. Like, as loud as you can. Preferably when you're alone, so you don't frighten anyone. Go on. Try it.
I have a ton of fic I need to be writing, but I'm having a hard time getting in the mood. Leave me quick prompts here and I will try to write you a drabble fic that fits in one
I have a ton of fic I need to be writing, but I'm having a hard time getting in the mood. Leave me quick prompts here and I will try to write you a drabble fic that fits in one
It's before dawn, so she's still got time before she has to sneak back to her own room, pretend they hadn't spent the whole night whispering filthy things to each other and rubbing off on one another like schoolchildren. She slides down under the covers and tugs gently at his underwear, sporty little boxer-briefs that hug his delicious bottom perfectly. His dick is soft and small until she gets it in her mouth, but after a few gentle sucks it starts to swell nicely, filling her mouth right up.
His hips shift while he sleeps, seeking out the warm wet of her mouth unconsciously. She hums and slurps at him, going at it gently but messily, wanting to work him up so that he wakes when he's shooting off, shocked by the pleasure of it.
"Ohhhh," he groans, half whispering, almost more of a sigh, and she knows he's close. His dick flexes in her mouth, a little twitch and then it swells up, gets harder than before. She swallows a mouthful of spit and goes deeper, tonguing him all over, round and round the tip and then takes him deep, so deep she might choke.
"Mmmnn, yeah, Joe," he moans softly. The words are quiet but clear, and she actually starts to pull back, surprised, but then he's coming, spurting hot and thick into her mouth. "Ungh, oh god, J-juh-"
His hands tangle in her hair, grip her and hold her close, keep her mouth on him while he finishes.
He's quiet after, still as a statue.
She takes in a shaky breath, whispers, "Good morning."
He coughs, scratches at his stomach and then says, "I'll say," all croaky and hoarse. He pets at her hair but doesn't make eye contact. "Thought I was dreaming."
She slides up the bed and curls up against him, wrapping her arms around his chest. She wants a kiss, but he turns away, doesn't like to kiss her after she's done that. He kisses her temple instead, rubs a hand down her back.
"Must have been a crazy dream," she muses.
"Mmm," is his only answer.
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SO MANY KINKS ALL UP IN THIS.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
also, fapfapfap.
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(needs more joe/nick. sequel. THREESOMES.)
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