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Yes. I did this instead of my homework. Mhm. And the homework I need to do is very important homework too >_>
lol. Naw, I'd so rather be writing Vam stuff0rs than doing my retarded schoolwork ;P
This is for Marie, who asked for it ;) and for Jen, who prodded me for it :D and Heidi, who.... is Heidi XD <33
IT IS THE NEXT FISHNET FETISH FIC!!!! o_o;
Rating: NC-17 for thigh-high dominatrix boots, fishnet, weird penis pet-names, and one very odd sex scene.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never happened. :P;
Oh yeah!!....Imagine Ville with something kinda like... this on:
"Hey, baby!... whaddya say we play a little game of dress up... ??"
The moment Ville walked in the door, he knew what he wanted: Pure, unadulterated fetish fun. He was already skankin' in his fishnets, a tight black baby doll tee, and his leather skirt. BUT! He had found yet another article of clothing to add to his ever growing collection... thigh-high, spike-heeled, PVC-covered dominatrix boots. They were plastered to his calves and his upper legs, showing off his lovely curves and form. His eyes searched the room for Bam, and finally, his lover's mop of hair appeared on the side of the bed.
"Oh my gah! Ville! What are you doing... here.. so early?"
Bam was still trying to remove the plentiful amount of semen from the carpet, but had only ended up smearing it around a bit and causing it to stain. "I thought you had work to do?" He looked down quickly and spotted his shirt, throwing it craftily over the mess. He zipped up his pants secretively and stood up, not noticing that the front of his jeans, too, were covered in white spots. Besides... who would notice a silly thing like that when their hot-as-hell boyfriend was standing in the doorway with an outfit that screamed "FUCK ME RAW NOW!!!" on?
"I.. went shopping instead and decided I wanted to come back here and see what you were doing."
"I was just about to go to sleep, actually." Bam gulped as Ville closed the door and walked over to him, hips swaying exaggeratively.
Ville smirked and fingered Bam's wet jeans. "Oh really? Were you planning on sleeping in these?"
Bam's eyes widened a little and he looked down, instinctively tightening his legs and surpressing a moan at Ville's touch. "Uhmm... well. I just had a little accident with my water earlier.. I was going to slip into a pair of sweats and then sleep." He nodded frantically, trying to convince himself that Ville would buy his excuse.
"And let me guess, the water was... sticky and... white?" Ville laughed and prodded Bam's groin again, this time more forcibly; his ruby red lips descended on Bam's ear. "You weren't jerking off now were you? 'Cos if you were, I'm going to have to request that you tell me what you were doing that made you so horny.."
Ville PVC-encased leg pushed into his own leg, and Bam couldn't focus on much else other than Ville's erect nipples that he could so easily see through his thin shirt. "Uhhh. W-well...mm..I-I did.. sort of j-jerk o-off a f-few minutes agoo.."
Ville rubbed his thigh against Bam's growing arousal, "Mmm..what did you get off on, Hm?" His skirt was slipping up ever-so-slightly, revealing the edge of the fishnet leggings and the beggining of Ville's milky white skin.
"Y-you..." Bam's hand twitched, wanting nothing more than to touch every inch of drag-queen Ville that he could. He wanted to slide his hands up that itsy-bitsy shirt and pinch those hard little nipples. Oh god, how bad he wanted it...
"You got off to me? Oh? Tell me what you were thinking of me." Ville's naughty little hand was pushing against Bam's jeans, carressing gently and then roughly, making Bam's eyelids droop and his knees weak.
Bam's eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed Ville hand, thrusting it away from his crotch, "Oh god Ville! Stop! You're making it so much worse.."
Ville gasped as he was pushed away and made a puppy face. "B-but Baaam, I just want to know what I do to turn you on so! Is it my skirt? Or is it just the way I moan your name when your inside of me and about to come? Or.. maybe... it's when I suck your gorgeous..." Ville found Bam's hand slapped over his mouth, the rest of his sentence coming out as a muffled string of incoherence "cadhgfock?"
"Ville! Are you trying to kill me here?! Coming in dressed like that and all!" Bam was breathing hard, his jeans tented in the front, making it obvious as to how excited he was. Ville was such an evil tease!
"tsk tsk Bammy boy! It looks like Prince Henry wants to come out and play! Why won't you let his infernal majesty have a spot of fun?" Ville stole a quick feel of Bam's cock through his jeans, squeezing torturously.
Bam fell backwards onto the bed, surprised at the sudden contact. Before he knew it, he was being straddled, Ville's boots creaking as they wrapped around his waist... "Did.. you just call my penis Prince Henry?..."
"Mhmm. And what a beautiful, big boy he iiiiiis." Ville scooted down Bam's body and leaned over, licking at the outline of Bam's cock and nipping at it softly. "Uhhn... Bambam... let me play with him? Puhleeeez?" Ville knew he would get his way, judging from the size of the buldge he was looking at, and knowing Bam couldn't resist his little innocent act.
"Only if you take everything off except for the boots and the fishnets. Seriously Ville... everything else has got to go. If you do that for me, then I'll give you a fucking All-Access pass to Prince Henry's throne room..." Bam tugged on Ville's sleeve, thrusting his hips casually into Ville's abs. He was so damn hard that it was painful, excruciatingly so. And he knew... that once Ville was naked, he would probably come right then and there. Prince Henry was going to blow his stack...
Ville smiled a truly devilish smile and pushed his body into an upright position, crawling off the bed with his ass poised in the air. He stood and pulled off his shirt, letting it drop carelessly on the floor, very soon after, his skirt joined his shirt and he was standing there, in nothing but his fuck-me boots and his fishnets. He stood a wicked 7 inches taller than he normally did, courtesy of the heels, and his legs had never ever looked so.. enticing. He wiggled a bit until his hair fell over one eye, and he ran his hands down his chest, teasing his own nipples. "Is this what you wanted to do Bammy? Or possibly..." One lithe finger slid through the light trail of hair that started at his belly button, then touched suggestively the tip of his erection. "This?" He massaged the head, his mouth opening in a silent moan and teeth biting down on his bottom lip.
"Villuuuuhhh..." Bam couldn't help but unzip his dirty jeans, shoving his hand down the front in a repeat performance of earlier. His long tongue flicked out to lick along the edges of his lips.
"Oh no! Bam! That's against the rules! No touching yourself!" Ville was flying at him, rolling them around the bed as he tried to gain control of Bam once again. "You already got to do that once, without me, so it's no fair that you get to do it again." Ville's lip poked out in a pout, but the pout faded as he spread Bam's legs and positioned himself between them, mouth right above Bam's need. "Now... that all-access pass that you promised.."
In less than a second, Ville's head was bobbing up and down between Bam's thighs, Bam's eyes closing tight and his entire body convulsing and bucking around on the squeaky mattress. "Fucking christ Ville! You're so fucking.. good!" He was so very close to the edge, and he didn't want it to end without the big finish.. So he tangled his fingers in Ville's hair and pulled him back gently, shaking his head. "I don't want to come like that... nuh-uh."
He pulled Ville up and pressed his moist lips against the singer's, biting and sucking. When Ville's tongue met his, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently, making a smacking noise when the other's tongue was released. "I want you underneath me, writhing and moaning. That's how I wanna come.." He whispered, his hands pulling Ville's boot-covered legs up and over his shoulders. The submissive position plus the feminine attire made Ville so sexy. Normally, the average person would think Ville was the dominant, all-mighty one, but... he was actually very very submissive... most of the time. And now, legs spread wide open, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes glassy with lust, Ville looked more exotic than ever.
Fingers snaked around the PVC boots as Bam pushed inside of Ville, inch by sweet inch, Prince Henry settled into Ville's hole. Ville was making little mewing noises, face contorting everytime Bam pushed in a little more. The only reason Bam wasn't being more careful was because he knew Ville liked to be unprepared, no lube, no anything. Just straight up lovin'.
"Uhhnnn! God!"
"Bam will suffice love.." The curly-haired brunette joked, the best he could while Ville's muscles were squeezing around him. He tongued Ville's fishnets, as he liked to do so often, rocking his hips shallowly into Ville's "You ready?"
"Yes!" Ville groaned, his fingers digging into the sheets, attempting to gain hold of something.
And Bam was off, banging Ville straight onto cloud #9. The bed was quite the noisy bitch, squeaking incessantly as they moved together on top of it. Over and over and over Bam hit Ville's sweet spot, illiciting aroused shouts each time. "Fuck!" "Shit!" "OMG!" "Uhhhn!" "Do it again Bam!" "Bam Bam bambambambam!!!!"
And in the final moments of their euphoria, Ville cried something that made Bam's eyes widen wider than they had ever been wide before.
"BAM, MARRY ME! OH CHRIST! MARRY MEEEE!"
Bam almost faltered, his rhythm interrupted a bit as he came inside of Ville, eyes closing no matter how wide they wanted to stay.
"W-what....???"
Ville panted heavily, recovering, sprawled carelessly over the bed. "I want... want you to marry me Brandon Cole Margera."
"Are you sure that isn't the orgasm talking Vil?" Bam grasped a booted leg under his arm, nuzzling Ville's thigh.
"Nooo. I want you to be mine forever and ever and ever and... eveeeeeeeer."
"Of course. But only if you promise to never give up any of your hot fetishes...
..
. . ."
Silence, and then:
"Give them up?! Are you mad?!?!
[/end]
Yaaay. Now I can go do my homework XD <333 *hugz and kissez* mwah!
lol. Naw, I'd so rather be writing Vam stuff0rs than doing my retarded schoolwork ;P
This is for Marie, who asked for it ;) and for Jen, who prodded me for it :D and Heidi, who.... is Heidi XD <33
IT IS THE NEXT FISHNET FETISH FIC!!!! o_o;
Rating: NC-17 for thigh-high dominatrix boots, fishnet, weird penis pet-names, and one very odd sex scene.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never happened. :P;
Oh yeah!!....Imagine Ville with something kinda like... this on:
"Hey, baby!... whaddya say we play a little game of dress up... ??"
The moment Ville walked in the door, he knew what he wanted: Pure, unadulterated fetish fun. He was already skankin' in his fishnets, a tight black baby doll tee, and his leather skirt. BUT! He had found yet another article of clothing to add to his ever growing collection... thigh-high, spike-heeled, PVC-covered dominatrix boots. They were plastered to his calves and his upper legs, showing off his lovely curves and form. His eyes searched the room for Bam, and finally, his lover's mop of hair appeared on the side of the bed.
"Oh my gah! Ville! What are you doing... here.. so early?"
Bam was still trying to remove the plentiful amount of semen from the carpet, but had only ended up smearing it around a bit and causing it to stain. "I thought you had work to do?" He looked down quickly and spotted his shirt, throwing it craftily over the mess. He zipped up his pants secretively and stood up, not noticing that the front of his jeans, too, were covered in white spots. Besides... who would notice a silly thing like that when their hot-as-hell boyfriend was standing in the doorway with an outfit that screamed "FUCK ME RAW NOW!!!" on?
"I.. went shopping instead and decided I wanted to come back here and see what you were doing."
"I was just about to go to sleep, actually." Bam gulped as Ville closed the door and walked over to him, hips swaying exaggeratively.
Ville smirked and fingered Bam's wet jeans. "Oh really? Were you planning on sleeping in these?"
Bam's eyes widened a little and he looked down, instinctively tightening his legs and surpressing a moan at Ville's touch. "Uhmm... well. I just had a little accident with my water earlier.. I was going to slip into a pair of sweats and then sleep." He nodded frantically, trying to convince himself that Ville would buy his excuse.
"And let me guess, the water was... sticky and... white?" Ville laughed and prodded Bam's groin again, this time more forcibly; his ruby red lips descended on Bam's ear. "You weren't jerking off now were you? 'Cos if you were, I'm going to have to request that you tell me what you were doing that made you so horny.."
Ville PVC-encased leg pushed into his own leg, and Bam couldn't focus on much else other than Ville's erect nipples that he could so easily see through his thin shirt. "Uhhh. W-well...mm..I-I did.. sort of j-jerk o-off a f-few minutes agoo.."
Ville rubbed his thigh against Bam's growing arousal, "Mmm..what did you get off on, Hm?" His skirt was slipping up ever-so-slightly, revealing the edge of the fishnet leggings and the beggining of Ville's milky white skin.
"Y-you..." Bam's hand twitched, wanting nothing more than to touch every inch of drag-queen Ville that he could. He wanted to slide his hands up that itsy-bitsy shirt and pinch those hard little nipples. Oh god, how bad he wanted it...
"You got off to me? Oh? Tell me what you were thinking of me." Ville's naughty little hand was pushing against Bam's jeans, carressing gently and then roughly, making Bam's eyelids droop and his knees weak.
Bam's eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed Ville hand, thrusting it away from his crotch, "Oh god Ville! Stop! You're making it so much worse.."
Ville gasped as he was pushed away and made a puppy face. "B-but Baaam, I just want to know what I do to turn you on so! Is it my skirt? Or is it just the way I moan your name when your inside of me and about to come? Or.. maybe... it's when I suck your gorgeous..." Ville found Bam's hand slapped over his mouth, the rest of his sentence coming out as a muffled string of incoherence "cadhgfock?"
"Ville! Are you trying to kill me here?! Coming in dressed like that and all!" Bam was breathing hard, his jeans tented in the front, making it obvious as to how excited he was. Ville was such an evil tease!
"tsk tsk Bammy boy! It looks like Prince Henry wants to come out and play! Why won't you let his infernal majesty have a spot of fun?" Ville stole a quick feel of Bam's cock through his jeans, squeezing torturously.
Bam fell backwards onto the bed, surprised at the sudden contact. Before he knew it, he was being straddled, Ville's boots creaking as they wrapped around his waist... "Did.. you just call my penis Prince Henry?..."
"Mhmm. And what a beautiful, big boy he iiiiiis." Ville scooted down Bam's body and leaned over, licking at the outline of Bam's cock and nipping at it softly. "Uhhn... Bambam... let me play with him? Puhleeeez?" Ville knew he would get his way, judging from the size of the buldge he was looking at, and knowing Bam couldn't resist his little innocent act.
"Only if you take everything off except for the boots and the fishnets. Seriously Ville... everything else has got to go. If you do that for me, then I'll give you a fucking All-Access pass to Prince Henry's throne room..." Bam tugged on Ville's sleeve, thrusting his hips casually into Ville's abs. He was so damn hard that it was painful, excruciatingly so. And he knew... that once Ville was naked, he would probably come right then and there. Prince Henry was going to blow his stack...
Ville smiled a truly devilish smile and pushed his body into an upright position, crawling off the bed with his ass poised in the air. He stood and pulled off his shirt, letting it drop carelessly on the floor, very soon after, his skirt joined his shirt and he was standing there, in nothing but his fuck-me boots and his fishnets. He stood a wicked 7 inches taller than he normally did, courtesy of the heels, and his legs had never ever looked so.. enticing. He wiggled a bit until his hair fell over one eye, and he ran his hands down his chest, teasing his own nipples. "Is this what you wanted to do Bammy? Or possibly..." One lithe finger slid through the light trail of hair that started at his belly button, then touched suggestively the tip of his erection. "This?" He massaged the head, his mouth opening in a silent moan and teeth biting down on his bottom lip.
"Villuuuuhhh..." Bam couldn't help but unzip his dirty jeans, shoving his hand down the front in a repeat performance of earlier. His long tongue flicked out to lick along the edges of his lips.
"Oh no! Bam! That's against the rules! No touching yourself!" Ville was flying at him, rolling them around the bed as he tried to gain control of Bam once again. "You already got to do that once, without me, so it's no fair that you get to do it again." Ville's lip poked out in a pout, but the pout faded as he spread Bam's legs and positioned himself between them, mouth right above Bam's need. "Now... that all-access pass that you promised.."
In less than a second, Ville's head was bobbing up and down between Bam's thighs, Bam's eyes closing tight and his entire body convulsing and bucking around on the squeaky mattress. "Fucking christ Ville! You're so fucking.. good!" He was so very close to the edge, and he didn't want it to end without the big finish.. So he tangled his fingers in Ville's hair and pulled him back gently, shaking his head. "I don't want to come like that... nuh-uh."
He pulled Ville up and pressed his moist lips against the singer's, biting and sucking. When Ville's tongue met his, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently, making a smacking noise when the other's tongue was released. "I want you underneath me, writhing and moaning. That's how I wanna come.." He whispered, his hands pulling Ville's boot-covered legs up and over his shoulders. The submissive position plus the feminine attire made Ville so sexy. Normally, the average person would think Ville was the dominant, all-mighty one, but... he was actually very very submissive... most of the time. And now, legs spread wide open, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes glassy with lust, Ville looked more exotic than ever.
Fingers snaked around the PVC boots as Bam pushed inside of Ville, inch by sweet inch, Prince Henry settled into Ville's hole. Ville was making little mewing noises, face contorting everytime Bam pushed in a little more. The only reason Bam wasn't being more careful was because he knew Ville liked to be unprepared, no lube, no anything. Just straight up lovin'.
"Uhhnnn! God!"
"Bam will suffice love.." The curly-haired brunette joked, the best he could while Ville's muscles were squeezing around him. He tongued Ville's fishnets, as he liked to do so often, rocking his hips shallowly into Ville's "You ready?"
"Yes!" Ville groaned, his fingers digging into the sheets, attempting to gain hold of something.
And Bam was off, banging Ville straight onto cloud #9. The bed was quite the noisy bitch, squeaking incessantly as they moved together on top of it. Over and over and over Bam hit Ville's sweet spot, illiciting aroused shouts each time. "Fuck!" "Shit!" "OMG!" "Uhhhn!" "Do it again Bam!" "Bam Bam bambambambam!!!!"
And in the final moments of their euphoria, Ville cried something that made Bam's eyes widen wider than they had ever been wide before.
"BAM, MARRY ME! OH CHRIST! MARRY MEEEE!"
Bam almost faltered, his rhythm interrupted a bit as he came inside of Ville, eyes closing no matter how wide they wanted to stay.
"W-what....???"
Ville panted heavily, recovering, sprawled carelessly over the bed. "I want... want you to marry me Brandon Cole Margera."
"Are you sure that isn't the orgasm talking Vil?" Bam grasped a booted leg under his arm, nuzzling Ville's thigh.
"Nooo. I want you to be mine forever and ever and ever and... eveeeeeeeer."
"Of course. But only if you promise to never give up any of your hot fetishes...
..
. . ."
Silence, and then:
"Give them up?! Are you mad?!?!
[/end]
Yaaay. Now I can go do my homework XD <333 *hugz and kissez* mwah!