Trying to do the Kinktober 2024 \o/
Since I missed the first day I mixed the two first days of the challenge
So have some Sydney and Nael testing out the toys for Siris' shop âš
â expect the worst when whitney has a stupidly, dumb puppy love crush on his upperclassman that happens to be you and even more so, when you predictably take notice of it. but, rememberâ he asked for it first, didnât he? 3.5k w.
â warnings? yeah, mildly dub-con, handjob in broad fucking daylight, somewhat exhibitionism although no one gets to see the stupid, pretty boy squirm and upperclassman male reader whoâs sort of.. a bitch. yâknow the drill by now, plus a younger whitney (still an adult, no worries. Iâm not into that sorta shit.)
Like a clueless moth instinctually drawn towards a burning flame, heâs no goddamn different than the clingy idiots who canât seem to automatically take a hint when given so in their directionâ yâknow, the ones heâd audibly snicker and scoff at due to the sheer embarrassment, disgustingly obvious puppy love streaked along their flushed faces as they mindlessly follow the otherâs every move. Innocently peer up in search of their crushâs approval like some sort of brain dead dog whose sole purpose is to joyfully please their master. Hell, itâs gross, and the blonde doesnât make it any more difficult to showcase his wrongly placed dislike for itâ yeah, by the repeated gagging noises spilling forth from his open maw.
âItâs nauseating to watch, stinks up the whole room with those big, puppy, doe eyesââ heâd openly say with an absent shrug of his broad shoulders, glinting, barely visible glimpse of the metallic barbell freshly pierced upon his curved tongue proving his judgemental statements to be otherwise.. fuckinâ hypocritical, no? âCuz, isnât that same piercing found in his mouth done due to one, single, stray comment you aimlessly made by chance?
Not like your liking of things plays a grand role in whatever he does, trouble heâs immediately roped into, fuckâ no, definitely not! Itâs a stupid, damn coincidence is what it is, nothing more and nothing less either. No need to uselessly pry any further in the meaning of his baseless actions. Just.. happened to have it done on the same consequential day you confidently expressed your idea that heâd get one becauseâ yâa said itâd look good on him, didnât you? And, look here, he fuckinâ did it like some cheap mutt. Obediently parted his rosy lips for your viewing pleasure to willingly prove to your pretty eyes that he truly went along with your absently made suggestion, for real. Gleefully hung upon your every important word like his life depended on itâ god, it isnât like that, okay?
An upperclassman heâs briefly looked up to is all you are, all youâve ever been for that matter, and heâll punch the shitty, fuckinâ lights out of any big mouthed idiot who dares to say so otherwise. Right in the guts for spouting out complete, nonsensical bullshit, alright?
Or is it time to reluctantly admit it with a bashful blush apparent upon his contorted featuresâ accompanied by gritting teeth stubbornly grinding together in a futile refusal of his shoddy, unwanted sentiments burrowed deep within his stuttering heart? As if heâd ever would in your presence, which he possibly canât help himself, to childishly imitate your gestures in the withering hopes thatâd you scarcely notice his thinly veiled efforts, acts filled with meaning.
Well, well.. Whitney, the supposedly cold and untouchable bully here isnât so unique nor different from those idiotic dumbasses heâd routinely poke fun at, huh? Time to face the embarrassingly evident reality set before him, whether his gaze dares to instinctively stray away or not from the unsettling truthâ ah, good thing youâre here to seamlessly guide him on the right path, ainât that right?
As for the so-called, morally ethical path heâs hopelessly talking about.. Perhaps, thatâs a plain, olâ lie heâll repeatedly tell himself of so considering your shared reputations at hand. More likely than not, often referred to â as much as the nickname itself has the tip of his ears prickling scarlet, noisily yelling at the fuckers who cheekily name him that â your little, dumb puppy. Fuck, heâs not! The day he, himself, Whitney of all people, wordlessly bows down to the height of someoneâs heel frustratingly grinding atop of his head, is the day one can loudly claim with unbridled conviction, that heâs officially lost his goddammit mind, thatâs what.
Listen, youâre the one who faithfully promised and guaranteed your unwavering protection if he stuck to your sides like some fuzzy pet, so he did the obvious choice. Specially when met with the shitty conditions this rundown town, definitely shady for that matter, is. Rather be silently stamped as the âsly followerâ who went along with the smartest choice presented to âemâ your offer, by the way â than some nobody seamlessly forgotten on the dirtied streets. Least, thatâs what likely replays on and on in his mind like some cheap, broken record to dumbly convince his unmoving mind of what this annoyingly persistent feeling is deep within the pit of his quivering tummy. Annoying, ainât it?
Speakinâ of tummy, you sure are touchy-feeling with him, arenât ya? Not that he necessarily minds nor will outwardly admit the slightest shivers that comes to grace the entirety of his figure when met with the briefest grazes of your fingertips flush against his bare skin. Likes the physical contact intimately shared between you two? Fuck noâ just keeping himself on your good side in case you were to suddenly discard him like you habitually do with your other.. nameless toys, which he doesnât possess enough fucks to bother learning their names. As long as your flickering gaze doesnât happen to stray too far from his, heâs actually, pretty content.
âCourse, it did progressively start off with the sorta things youâd absentmindedly do with your numerous friends. Brush of his golden strands glimmering against the gleaming sunlightâ shit, even acted out like some cheesy rom-com at the way his face instantly heated up, glimpse of vulnerability you seem to so easily catch on with him and fuck, does he detests itâ truly does like no other. Still, lets yâa carelessly stroke your fingers throughout the mess of a hairstyle the delinquent wears, even fucking.. tenderly pushed a single, stray strand of hair behind his burning ear. Shoulders instinctively drawn up in sheer defence at the tension residing within him because, really, how do yâa expect him to relax and ease up when itâs with you?
âWhat? What is it? Do I have shit in my hair or somethinâ?â Oh yeah, nice goinâ on that fuckinâ stupid question of his, huh? Flush adorning the length of his faceâ god, even down towards his neck tooâ immediately deepening at the crude choice of words. Might casually speak so with anyone, but when it comes to you, heâs got this instinctual urge to not come off as some try-hard desperately trying to butter you up in hopes of your returned approval of him.
âHm? Itâs nothing, I just think youâd look cute if you grew out your hair a little bit. Donât you think?â Ah, and there you goâ with your surprising compliments spoken out of the blue like that.
âCute?? Are you seriously tryna fuck with me right now?â Defensive mechanism or whatever to draw up that blank conclusion since this is just about the first time any sort of adjective resembling that of âadorableâ by the way, couldâve been made to plainly describe a rowdy, unrelenting boy such as Whitney.
âWhat? You donât think so? I think youâre cute as shit, Ney-ney.â That fuckinâ nickname again, god. Quit it, will ya? And, donât try to tentatively lean closer in his personal space when calmly making that stupid remark too! Your goddamnâ ah, hot breath effortlessly heating up the shell of his ear, curled lips almost, insistently pressed against his cheek. âReal fucking cute, actually. Definitely cuter than the average boy thatâs for sureâ prettier too, but youâve got too much of a stick up your ass to admit that, donât you?â
At this point, youâre practically taunting him, and he wouldâve unabashedly swung his fist if it werenât for that said person being you. Grin cracking upon your lips at the doe, wide-eyed look heâs greeting you with, seemingly unable to utter so much as a word to that uncharacteristically depraved statement, or is that your idea of a damn compliment to another guy? Shit, thatâs right! Both guys is what you two areâ so, his cock hidden underneath the fabric of his ripped jeans, languish legs lazily stretched out along the creaking, wooden bench, shouldnât be stirring up with peeked interest at the mind numbing prospect of endlessly being called âprettyâ by you. Nor profusely encouraging the alarming amount of translucent pre-cum dizzyingly forming at the swollen tip of his cock head, crudely staining the material sheer. Give the blonde a supportive head pat while youâre at it, too. Ah.. should be saying somethinâ right about now lest he wants to appear as some bashful fool.
âI donâtââ
âYeah, yeah. You donât swing that way, I know. Iâm not hitting on you, Iâm just telling the truth as it is. Got any idea how many guys would line up just to fuck your dirty mouth? Maybe your tits too, if theyâre into that sorta stuffâ shit, I think theyâd go for the ass too, definitely. I could make a goddamn fortune just whoring out your pretty, slutty body to the old fucks at the pub, yâknow that, Whit?â Endless chattering on and on, explicit details of how some grubby old men could be here, disgustingly groping his flesh instead. Yet, that lingering glimmer within your gaze, noticeably darkening in return at the mere idea of it as your thumb comes forth to idly tap at his blazing cheek.
âBut, you know.. I donât. I wonât. Not cuzâ Iâm a nice guy or anythingâ hah, truthfully, Iâm no better than them for wanting to ruin a pretty face like yours.â Youâre.. god, he canât keep up with whatever shit youâre nonchalantly spouting, gracing solely his ears to be the one to silently listen to this.. crap, canât really say itâ fluttering in his tensed stomach from your bold admission, depraved wants just as much as he does late at nightsâ wanting to fuck him too.
âHonestly, do you know why I donât use your sorry fuckinâ ass, Whitney?â
If heâs meant to attentively keep up with your words by now, then his brain has happily shut off due to the dizzying amount of semi-insults, degration and somewhat praise shot in his way. Like heâd fucking know, shit!
âSee, itâs cuzâ itâs real funny to watch you trotting âround my side like some dumb, fucking puppy begging for its ownerâs attention. I give you just a bit of praise, and your doggy tail would start wagging if you even had one. You look so goddamn stupid that itâd hurt my conscience to sell you out like this. And, I donât like it when other fucks touch whatâs mine either. Iâm not running some gracious charity, am I?â To be truthful, if you tirelessly keep up with that incessant spouting, heâs bound to boil over like some screeching, burning kettle considering.. the obscene amount of scorching heat riddled across his features currently, adorning his cheeks so stupidly â and prettily too, huhâ crimson red for your unwavering gaze solely. Seems like youâre liking the rare show in front of you quite a bit, arenât you?
Stunned wouldâve been one of the few lacking words remaining in the thick, daunting dictionary to scarcely describe the absolutely idiotic expression heâs nicely sporting right about now.
âShut up.. Iâm notââ Fuck, fuck, fuck!! And, how the simple concept of verbal speech dutifully fails the bully at a time like this. Great going there, fuckinâ dumbass! Visibly seething wouldâve been the most reasonable reaction in face of this, butâ butâ fuck! Entirety of this crap is all too quick for his sluggish mind to steadily keep up with your unpredictable actions, pathetically keening with a drawled out curseâ no, more like a high-pitched whine is what it truly sounds like, once your calloused palm gingerly strips him free from his relatively loose jeans in one fell swoop.
âWhat the fuckâre you doinââ?? Mmph, fuck.. donâtââ Dumb question to be asking when the self-evident answer is plainly in front of him.
Weeping cock, flushed in the cooling, outside air, naturally springing forth out of its constricting confines to audibly slap against his bare rigid tummy. Aw, now ainât that real pretty to witness? Timid, twitching cock profusely leaking out sticky pre to messily smear along the curve of the blondeâs stomach, which you promptly do the honours for him, unabashedly too.
Always been pretty confident in your audacity to joyfully serve people, havenât you? By god, heâs half-hated ya for meddling with others private businesses to begin with, although his throbbing cock being so smoothly tended to can say otherwise, idly disagree with his withering logic. Shakily sighing, puffing out heated huffs of air as your soâ fuck.. annoyingly warm and soft hand loosely tucks âround his fat cock, teasingly squeezes him down at the base. Meanly drawing out more pearly globs of his dribbling pre-cum with a resounding, wet squelch!, undeniable proof of his shared arousal at the newfound situation heâs unfortunately finding himself in.
âUnfortunatelyââ one says, funny that you see right through that by the mocking nature of your barking laughter, sharply ringing within his ears.
âMy, whoâs the exact fucking pervert here, Whit? Yâseem pretty hard to me. Actually, youâre dripping wet down there, yâknow that?â No fucking shit. Ready to single-handily cum from a single, measly stroke of your fist snugly wrapped around the veiny girth of his quivering lengthâ fucking hell. Head instinctively thrown back to which you soon wistfully take advantage of, âcourse you would, wouldnât you? Lazily pressing hot, heated kisses along the sharp edges of his jawline that soon has the same bully, known to be so very resistant, stifling wanton moans, firmly clasping a palm over his gaping mouth in a heedless effort to remain discreet as possible. Slithering, pink tongue laving and tracing over the heated shell of his ear, ushered snickering coupled by bouts of utter filth being so brazenly whispered towards him. And your caninesâ ah, are not helping at all either. Grazing the bobbing curve of his throat, delicately sucking a bruising mark upon the tanned skin to pridefully admire over later. âNnhâ no, fuâ ah, uuckk! N-Not there, you bastard!!â
âNot here? Whatâs the matter, Ney-Ney? Canât fucking speak properly when your pretty, pink cock is being stroked off like this?â Wouldâve scornfully refuted you, barked out the meanest curses that wouldâve had an elderly woman shockingly clutch her pearls if given the chance, but stealing a discreet glance down to humiliatingly witness how sticky and wet his tip has gotten, messily stained your palm in a string of creamy, white pre is not.. Possessing way too much pride to do so. âYâsee, you like thisâ hah, fuckâ you like it when I actually take what I fucking want from you and ruin you down to this cute, little, slutty mess, yeah?â
âI-Itâs not like thatââ Uncharacteristically meek protest on his part. Cat got his tongue, âs that it?
âNo? Pretty boy. Use your words, will you?â Oh, fuuuuckkinâ god. Seeing sheer darkness as his eyes reflexively roll backwards to his skull from casually being called âprettyâ by your lulling voice.
Have any idea the way your hushed words dizzyingly affects his fuzzy brain? Renders him alarmingly stiff like a stoned statue, wobbling knees surely bound to buckle beneath the weight of your relentless taunting, all the while being boldly jerked off in broad, fucking daylight â hidden amongst the rustling bushes of the park, mind you â still, very much in an open space where one can be so easily seen by oncoming passerbys. And even then, the absolute control you possess over him, sneakily snaking your arm âround his middle, relishing in the little, heated gasps hurriedly rushed out of this dirty, fucking perverted bitch of a blondeâs mouth is too way goddamn much for him to precariously withstand another tortuously long second of this shit.
Yeah, one more minute? Heâs fucking busting by then.
âWhatâs the matter? Canât keep up? Gonâ shoot your filthy load soon, âs that it?â Mild disinterest lacing your very tone with a slight hint of, whatâs that..? Actual anticipation? Hah, as if he can barely discern between the mind buzzing layer of reality set upon him when coupled by your softâ so fucking warm, shit.. hand relentlessly fisting him dry, milking every thick droplet steadily trickling forth. Uncaring for the accumulated mess below you both as his hips instinctually roll forward against the rewarding palm of your curled fist, sickeningly jolts at a noticeably harsh press of your padded thumb atop his oozing tip. âWell, then.. Go ahead, Iâm not stopping you, am I?â
âCmon, pretty. Paint my hand all sticky and nice for me, yeah?â
Predictably so, as the uttered rumours had notably confirmedâ how downright desperate Whitneyâs always apparently been for you to the damn point that heâs automatically cumming on command like a dog patiently withholding for its ownerâs words and oh, was it fucking worth the extensive wait. Stifled whimper weakly slipping out, fingers immediately latching onto the comforting feel of your forearm lazily slung around his quivering figure for proper support. No use in making a fool out of himself by clumsily buckling down to his slacked kneesâ not that he hasnât already, though too late to be thinking about it twice, huh? Thick, sticky strings of his hot seed directly shot out of his pulsing cock and into the air to, as expected, pervertedly dirty your open hand in a mess of his load which is kinda.. hot, no? Fuckinâ get ahold of yourself, shit! Minus the rest having uncontrollably splattered downwards onto the ground, pitifully traced in a puddled mess of droplets.
And somehow, the barely discernible hint of a relieved breath tumbling from between his parted lips. The natural conclusion that this is it, oncoming closure bound to take its place yet stillâ still, damn it; Always managed to keep the dirtied blonde on the edge of his toes, havenât you?
So, truly, it shouldnât have came off as an unexpected shock then, how you so brazenly mumble a stuttered curse beneath your puffed sighs at the melting sight. âAh, fuck.â Swiftly freeing your fatâ well, admittedly hefty cock for his following eyes to shamelessly gawk at in turn because, yâknow.. fuck, he wonât outright voice it, but the sinful glimmer in his wide gaze says it all. Innate itch, unadulterated needâ god, to merely sling down to his knees, sloppily drool all over your tasty-looking cock and coat it all shiny and wet with his spit. Although, too busy admiring the rare glimpse of your contorted features strained with pure, unrestrained concentration to bother paying much attention to the repeated, distinct fapping! noises of your cock being so hurriedly stroked raw, as if in a hurry, almost.
Furrowed brows deepening, lashes fluttering in their wake as your rosy lips that heâs known time and time again to be nonchalantly formed into a grinâ now, so prettily stained crimson by the harsh press of your teeth against your puffy, bottom lip. âDonâtâ ugh, fucking look at me like that.â You audibly groan out in the mix of a huffed chuckle. Slightest flush delicately dusting your cheeks a pink hue, so damn pretty too. âHah, it makes things kinda awkward, yâknow?â Ah, takes less than a stretched minute for his brain to acutely process whatâs hit him before given the proper chance.
Something hotâ and sticky too, actually itâs pretty evident what it shouldâve been if he wasnât so goddamn brain dead within this bleary moment. Splattering amongst the already present mess youâve both collectively made of yourself, thick ropes of sweet cum landing right upon his rumpled uniform youâve taken a gleeful joy of permanently ruining. Judging by the cackling laughter soon drawing forth outta ya thanks to the sheer, dizzying sight of the cum-stained mess heâs forced to pitifully endure for the time being.
Look what youâve done, godâ even if you manage to be one step ahead of him, as always, in such a predicament as the delinquent merely receives a thrown jacket straight in the face. âSorry for ruining your nice shirt of yours, I couldnât really help myself when you looked so dumb like that. Take it as an apology, alright?â Exhaling out shakily in the chilling air suddenly alarmingly cold without your warm weight shifted against his own, too deliriously fucked out of his mind to muster up a rightful remark to your cheaply made one. Dumb, little olâ puppy is what he is to you, no?
And perhaps then, itâs the idiotic absurdity of your actions, swiftly turning away like the encounter itself hadnât even taken place right at this very spot. Footsteps progressively fading amongst the rhythmic crunches of fallen leaves fluttering down from the withering trees, gaze tentatively flicking downwards to where your stupidly soft, discarded jacket rests within his arms. Meaningless gesture is what it shouldâve been notably perceived as, though that doesnât really help the gradual thump! of his swaying heart noisily beating against his chest nonetheless.
Thatâs notâ oh.
Oh.
â..Fuck.â
Yeah, being wholly swallowed by the ground beneath his feet doesnât sound so bad now, does it?
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