you and Artie had been dating for a while now. Artie wouldnât lie, he had been attracted to you for a long time. But he was sort of nervous to ask about why you hadnât kissed him yet. So naturally, he asked you to come over for a bit and âjust hang outâ.
little did Artie know, you werenât dumb. You knew exactly why he asked you to come over. And you knew what you wanted to happen when you did. So of course you dressed in your best, showing off your best assets and showing up to his house with a smile.
when Artie opened the door, his breath got caught in his throat. Your skirt ended right at your mid thigh, and your shirt was just tight enough to wear you knew his eyes would struggle to stay on yours. you leaned down and placed a kiss at the corner of his lips.
âHey, Artie. Whatâs up?â
âââââ
Artieâs eyes were trained on you for a good hour before he finally managed to say something. âHey, Babe? Have you everâŚâ
his hesitation made the smile inching onto your face that much harder to fight.
ââŚkissed someone? Like really kissed someone?â
you grinned. âOh no I havenât. I guess I havenât had the right person yet. What about you?â You knew what you were doing, leaning forward just a bit and crossing your legs so the skirt hiked up.
Artie chuckled nervously. âAh. Well, no. But j was wondering if⌠if I could kiss you?â
without any hesitation, you pulled his chair closer and sat, straddling his lap as you laughed. âI was wondering when youâd get to that part.â
with red hot passion, you slammed your lips onto his, a groan leaving his lips as you pulled him closer. Your hands ended tangled in his hair, his arms wrapping around your waist.
After a good few minutes, you moved your hips slightly against his, hearing a whimper like sound. It only fed your ego as you did it again, pulling more and more sounds from your boyfriend.
âBaby- please, I canât- I Just- oh god~â Artieâs barely coherent rambles only made you pull away with a grin.
âYou know, Artie. I should come by more often, huh baby?â
sorry. I know itâs horrible. Iâm just rewatching glee and I was like, Man. I would love to kiss Artie while sitting in his lap on his chair. Ignore me. anyways-
Imagine your brother being Peter Parkerâs childhood best friend, and Peter stays the night only to see you rummaging around in the kitchen at like 1am in nothing but panties and a long tshirt that just so happens to be one of his old ones. He gets a lil worked up and asks you for help đ
Imagine your brother being Peter Parkerâs childhood best friend, and Peter stays the night only to see you rummaging around in the kitchen at like 1am in nothing but panties and a long tshirt that just so happens to be one of his old ones. He gets a lil worked up and asks you for help đ
Y/N was an ordinary girl with an extraordinary crush. She had fallen head over heels for her brother's best friend, Peter Parker. Unknown to her, Peter had been harboring feelings for her as well, his heart skipping a beat every time he saw her infectious smile or heard her contagious laughter.
One night, Y/N's brother invited Peter to spend the night at their house. Little did Y/N know, this would be the night that would change everything. As the evening wore on, Y/N found herself unable to sleep and tiptoed downstairs to grab a midnight snack. What she didnât know was that Peter was also downstairs, rummaging through the fridge for a late-night snack of his own.
As Y/N entered the dimly lit kitchen, she froze in her tracks. There stood Peter, shirtless, showcasing the toned physique he had acquired from his adventures as Spider-Man (but she didnât know that). The sight took her breath away, and her heart raced as she tried to compose herself. Heat traveled straight to her core, soaking her panties, which were the only thing she was wearing other than Peterâs stolen band shirt.
Startled by Y/N's unexpected presence, Peter turned around, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson. The awkwardness in the room was palpable as they locked eyes. Both of them had dreamed of this moment for years, but now that it was happening, neither of them knew how to navigate the situation.
"Uh, hey, Y/N," Peter stammered, trying to avert his gaze. "I didn't realize you'd be down here too. I, uh, couldn't sleep."
Y/N blushed furiously, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Yeah, me neither. I was just... craving some snacks. Didn't expect to find you here like this."
They stood there, caught in a whirlwind of emotions and unspoken desires. The tension in the air was palpable, and the silence between them grew almost unbearable.
In an attempt to break the awkwardness, Y/N flashed Peter a mischievous grin. "You know, Peter, I never knew you had such... hidden talents."
Peter's eyes widened, and a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Hidden talents? What do you mean?"
Y/N took a step closer, her voice dripping with flirtatiousness. "Well, I never expected to see you so fit. It's definitely a pleasant surprise."
Peter chuckled nervously, his heart racing. "Oh, uh, thanks. I do try to stay in shape."
The playful banter continued, both Y/N and Peter unable to deny the magnetic attraction between them. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together in that moment.
Unable to resist any longer, Peter mustered up the courage to make his move. He took a step closer to Y/N, his eyes filled with longing. "Y/N, I've wanted to do this for so long. Can I kiss you?"
Y/N's heart skipped a beat as a wave of anticipation washed over her. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "God, PeterâŚ"
Their lips met in a passionate and steamy kiss, their pent-up desires unleashed. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in each other's embrace, their bodies melting together in the heat of the moment. Peter pulled Y/N in by the waist eagerly, pressing her flush against his chest. His hips angled and rubbed against her warmth spreading through her body, enticing a somewhat loud moan from her lips. He pulled away and groaned, slipping his hands up her shirt to rub at the flesh of her sides. âY/N, please. Iâve wanted you for so longâŚI donât want to make you uncomfortable so tell me when to stop.â
Y/N didnât hesitate to wrap her arms around Peterâs neck, their tongues delving into each otherâs mouths. Peter stepped back, pulling her with him as he swept everything off the counter quietly, pulling Y/N between his legs.
They kissed for what seemed like hours, a mess of tongues and hands and sounds as Peterâs pants slowly grew tighter.
Suddenly, Peter pushed Y/N away, breathing heavily as he quickly pulled his hands down to cover the hard outline showing through his sweatpants. âY/N Iâm so sorry I justâŚyou-youâre so pretty and I was- we were-â he stuttered and then fell silent as Y/N laughed hysterically, dragging her hands up his legs, holding onto his thighs.
âI could help with that. If you wantedâŚâ she said, smirking lustfully as Peter choked back a groan, his head feeling hot and his tongue heavy. He gulped, âplease⌠touch me, Y/Nâ
with this, Y/N slid slowly down onto her knees, pulling his sweats and boxers down with her, letting them rest at Peterâs ankles.
She teasingly wrapped her hand around Peterâs shaft, earning a breathy moan. She stuck out her tongue and licked a long stripe up the underside of his dick, leaving a trail of glistening spit behind her. She looked up to see Peter, knuckles white as they gripped the counter, his other hand clasped desperately over his mouth in attempt to silence his noises in case he woke up his friend upstairs.
Peter, desperate to release the growing heat settling near the spot Y/Nâs mouth kept hitting, tangled his hand in her hair, pulling it slightly as he started leading her mouth over his cock. He thrusted it back and forth, leaving her gagging pathetically, eyes teary as he tugged on her hair. Soft grunts turned into rambling. âLittle cockslut. My personal fucktoy.â She let out high-pitched moans with each thrust, the hairs on her head stressed, the pain leaving the spot under her more wet than before.
When Peter realized what was happening, he brought up his other hand to her head, pulling from right near the roots as he pulled out briefly to let Y/N breathe, her hand stroking him until she was ready once more. Slipping back into her mouth, Peter thrusted helplessly, chasing his quick release. âOh fuck yes. What a good little bitch. Taking me so well. Right down your- agh!â He flinched at the feeling of her throat closing around him at the words, leaving his release closer than before.
âY/N! SâClose! God, your mouth feels so so good!â Peter moaned, humping his hips at a rapid pace, leaving tears streaming down Y/Nâs face.
Y/N used her tongue to swirl over the head of his cock as it swept back towards her lips, and a strangled moan left Peterâs mouth. âPlease please please please! I- Fu-ck, Y/N!â Peterâs tip hit her throat, making her choke on the warmth that quickly spread down her throat, squeezing Peterâs thighs as she helped him through his release.
she swallows slowly, making a show as she stuck out her tongue. Peter whimpered at the sight. âGood boy, Peter. Look at you, you came real good, huh?â
Y/N stood back up, enticing Peter with the sight of her scooping a mixture of spit and cum from her lower lip with her tongue and moaning at the taste.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the house. Y/N's heart raced as she realized her brother was coming downstairs. Panic washed over them, and they quickly separated, desperately trying to compose themselves. Peter hurriedly pulled up his pants and Y/N fixed her hair, stepping over the small puddles they had both left behind.
Y/Nâs Brother entered the kitchen, oblivious to the charged atmosphere that had just consumed the room. "Hey, guys. What are you doing up so late?"
Y/N and Peter exchanged nervous glances, their faces flushed with embarrassment. "Oh, hey dude," Y/N managed to say, feigning nonchalance. "We couldn't sleep, so we thought we'd grab a snack. You know how it is."
Her brother raised an eyebrow, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air. "Sure, sure. Well, I'm heading back to bed. Don't stay up too late, you two."
As soon as he disappeared back upstairs, Y/N and Peter let out a collective sigh of relief. They turned to face each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of desire, amusement, and a hint of embarrassment.
"Well, that was... unexpected," Peter said, running a hand through his tousled hair.
Y/N chuckled, her cheeks still flushed from the intensity of their encounter. "Tell me about it. We almost got caught."
Peter grinned, a mix of relief and mischief in his eyes. "I guess we'll have to be more careful in the future. But I have to admit, that was so, so hot."
Y/N playfully nudged him. "Oh, believe me, Peter, it's only the beginning."
Imagine your brother being Peter Parkerâs childhood best friend, and Peter stays the night only to see you rummaging around in the kitchen at like 1am in nothing but panties and a long tshirt that just so happens to be one of his old ones. He gets a lil worked up and asks you for help đ
TW/CW: degradation kink, doggystyle, hair pulling, use of 'whore' and 'slut', masturbation, face sitting, drunk sex
Kenny has dated or used almost every person your age in South Park. Almost. And he knew that he had to have you when his thoughts wouldn't leave him alone around you.
You only really knew Kenny because he was the total player of the school. Everyone had experienced his pickup lines and intense flirting. He'd dated almost every person in South Park.
Almost.
You were the one that he had yet to take as his trophy. You were the only one who constantly denied his constant attempts to woo you. This would usually just make him shrug and move on to the next person. But there was something about you. You were not only the hottest person he'd ever laid his eyes on, but you were also the only one to roll your eyes when he was around or snap back at his witty comments.
But, the moment he knew he had to have you was when you were in science class. Something exploded in yours and Stan's beaker. Kenny whipped around to tease you both or say something stupid but he saw your shirt. it was soaked through and he could see everything. The fabric clung to your skin and your face was screwed up in disgust.
He asked the teacher to excuse him as he tried his best to scoot the image to the back of his mind, rushing towards the bathroom. He didn't really want to get rid of it, he just didn't need... well, he didn't need the raging boner that had just popped up in his pants. Thankfully, he made it to the stall before anyone came in and he sighed. It's not like it was a new low for him. He'd done worse. But really? To you? Over one little incident?
His mind got the better of him as he hurriedly pulled down his pants, boxers with them, hissing slightly at the cold rush of air over his hard-on. Without a second thought, he slathered his hand in spit before closing his eyes to conjure the thought of you, your shirt leaving nothing to his imagination as you peer down at it in embarrassment.
He pumped his hand over his dick slowly, thinking of how he'd run his hands over your chest, kneading the skin there, or through your hair, pulling it slightly. He sped up, biting his lip to silence the heavy, strangled noises he threatened to make as he imagines the sounds you'd make. He imagined you pleading for him to go faster, harder, as he plunged deep into you faster ad faster.
He got close, feeling himself twitch in his hands as he flung his head back, pumping his hand as fast as he could, thoughts of you, naked underneath him, clouding his mind before it all went warm and fuzzy and his dick went soft in his hand, warm spurts of cum dripping over his fist.
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This wasn't the last time something like this would happen. He had no idea why he was like this. He would be sitting in class, desperate for a distraction, but all he could think of was you. How he'd pound you against the mattress until you were practically screaming under him, crying for more, barely able to speak.
Kenny finally gave into his need when he found you alone at Bebe's party. You weren't too tipsy, but he had all the liquid courage he needed and was sure this time it would work.
"Hey, what'cha doin', doll?" He asked you, playfully, eyes lidded and heavy with lust. It brought a flush to your cheeks that you'd blame on the alcohol later as you smiled innocently.
"Hey, Ken. Not much. This is only like my second drink so I'm just waiting for things to get interesting. How about you?"
Kenny grinned as he slid a hand down to your waist, glancing down at you with greedy eyes as he chuckled. "Well right now, I'm trying to get with the person who's been driving me crazy."
You narrowed your eyes at his coy smile and remark. You knew how Kenny was, he'd hump whatever living human being was near him at the time. But something in his voice was so needy, it just went straight to your core.
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All you remember before now was the drink you offered Kenny before the rest was a drunken blur. You two had drank multiple shots and danced until Kenny tightly gripped your hips, pulling your back to his chest as he pushed your hips into his, whispering in your ear.
" you know, " he said, "I haven't quit thinking about you since science. When you got your shirt all wet and I could see everything. I've been jacking off tho the sight for weeks now..." His slurred words traveled straight to the heat between your legs as you dragged him upstairs, sloppy kisses shared between the two of you as he shoved the door closed to the bedroom and locked it tight, hoisting up your legs to wrap around him as his lips traveled down your neck.
He knew he'd hit that sweet spot when you let out a long whine, gripping the the forearm supporting your side. He attacked it until it left a dark bruise you knew you'd have to cover up later and he moved down your collarbone. He slipped his hands up your shirt and pulled it up, over your head, hands swiftly making work of the rest of your clothes as he manoeuvred you over to the bed.
He slipped off your underwear with a smirk and you groaned at the sudden cold air around it. "Kenny!" you moaned, as he stuck a finger between your folds, running it up and down as it collected the wetness pooling there. He used the rough pad of his fingers to rub slow, agonising circles around your sensitive clit and chuckled at the sounds it drew from your pretty little mouth.
"I want you," Kenny said, his voice low and gruff, "To sit on my face so I can make you feel real good, okay?"
You agreed with an eager nod as he slid onto the bed, laying on his back as you hesitantly straddled his shoulders.
"But I might be too heAVY!"
Before you could finish, he gripped your hips and pulled them to his face, delving his tongue into your folds like a man starved. He groaned at the sweet taste of you, sending vibration through your body, leaving you whining and begging. "please, Kenny!"
He was quick to oblige as he stuck his tongue down your hole as far as he could manage, gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks as you threaded your fingers harshly through his hair.
"Oh my god! Kenny! S'Close!"
Your squealing and pleading was music to his ears. Desperate to taste your release, he sped up the pace. pounding his tongue into you relentlessly as you squeezed around it. His nose nudged your clit as your hips bucked up against him and you felt everything go numb, legs spasming slightly against his head as he moaned, palming himself through his boxers at the sight of your pleased face.
He waited for your high to calm before he flipped you both over, relieving himself of his boxers as he slipped his knee between your legs, kissing you hungrily.
"Kenny, I need it. Please."
He all but whined at the words. "Need what? Tell me what you want, baby. Nice and loud." He said, rubbing his knee against your heat for your much craved friction, leaving you gripping the sheets.
"Fuck me, Kenny"
"Turn over for me, baby."
You did, and with that, he was gone. He was plunging straight into you as he bit his lip, hearing your high-pitched moans at the stretch of your walls around him. He left no time to start his rough pace, slamming into you as you all but screamed each time. He gripped the flesh of your ass and left a small smack to it. He heard you cry out and grip the sheets, knuckles turning white as he moved them up to wrap into your hair.
He pulled your head back by the small clump he'd grabbed, using it to pull you into him as he slammed up into you, over and over again, leaning over your shoulder to see your already fucked-out face.
"Oh, baby, you feel so close again."
You nodded, gasping for air as you squeezed around him, screaming his name as he pulled your hair back once again.
"Awe, that's too bad. You don't get to cum until I say you do, got that, dirty slut?"
You clamped around him and he chuckled. "Oh, you liked that? You like being called my little cockslut, huh? My personal- fuck-" He couldn't say anything else as you squeezed him impossibly tight.
"God, baby. I don't think I'm gonna last much longer in this- oh shit- tight pussy of yours."
You gasped for words and choked out a loud moan, begging him for something, anything, just relief of the tight knot working its magic through your stomach.
And with that, he groaned, tapping your hip to let you release as his warm stripes of cum painted your insides, dripping out, onto the bed.
You sighed in relief, ready to turn over, maybe even cuddle a bit before you both went back downstairs and forgot about this whole thing, but Kenny kept your hips planted, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Oh no, I don't think I said were done quite yet. I've got such a dirty whore to use, might as well fuck them dumb, right?"
you were in deep, and you knew you weren't backing out now as his hip started snapping up against yours once again.
