“you’re WAY too comfortable saying ‘throw some piss in there’” oooooooo june you you want to write missoier piss kink stuff so bad ooooooo (/nf please don’t add more to your every growing pile of wips hdjdhsj)
fuck you oh my god fuck you I literally said fuck you the moment I received this bc I was thinking of sending you an ask yelling at you about your fic FUCK YOU PISS OFF (haha)
I- I'm not. Not thinking about anything. Missa going to take a piss but Roier grips his dick and covers his slit with his thumb. Piss dripping down Roier's fingers. Missa yelling at him bc WHY would he do that. Nope not thinking about them whatsoever
32. anything with roier (please i'm so fucking desperate /nf)
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32 – free space (frottage + tight spaces)
"Move, pendejo!"
"You move instead, I'm climbing out of h—"
"Ow! Watch where you're putting that fucking leg, you assho—"
So. They were stuck in a hole.
It wasn't a very deep hole, mind you. But Missa very stupidly left his tools and blocks at home and Roier didn't even mean to do any building today, so that little decision from both parties meant that they were going to be stuck here for a while.
In the dark. Pressed up against each other. In a barely deep enough hole they could have climbed out of if they weren't so careless.
Granted, it happened during nightfall, Missa fleeing from a baby zombie as Roier jumped in to save him, swinging a sword at the monster as it fell to the ground from just one strike. He was about to boast about his strength and skills, oooh he was so strong and handsome, Missa, you should call Roier to save you every time, ooooooh~
And then a herd of zombies came charging after them, and it took one last swing of Roier's sword for the blade to shatter, crumpling to the ground as Roier and Missa ran for dear life. It was frantic, it was hectic, and it was almost expected when Missa fell in the hole first, Roier tumbling after him.
And now they were stuck, and there was no one around to help them out. All they could do was wait out the night and pray a creeper didn't come to blow them up.
"Can you not breathe directly against my face? Your breath stinks."
"Fuck you! My breath smells fine, you're just a bitch."
Back and forth the two bickered. It was the usual for Roier and Missa, honestly. One day they're arguing, going at each other's throats full of empty threats, the next they're laughing the hardest they've ever laughed that week. Today, it was an arguing sort of day.
Pressed up against one another, Roier's hands gripping Missa's hoodie as Missa towered over him, slumping as a rock hidden in the wall dug into his back. It was so uncomfortable, not to mention annoying, being stuck like this, and having to stay like this until the sun comes out, until all the mobs above have vanished.
Roier shifted his weight onto his other leg, wishing the space within the hole wasn't so cramped and tight. His body ached, pushing into Missa a little so his legs wouldn't give out, and he unintentionally rubbed against Missa's crotch.
"Ah!" The reaper was startled, shoulders bouncing as if he'd been electrocuted.
"Missa, shut up! Do you want the monsters to come get us?!" Roier scolded, glaring up at him.
"Then don't fucking rub up against me, idiot!" Missa shot back, glaring even harder at Roier.
"What? You can't even control yourself? Can't take it when I do this?" And that was Roier's first mistake, shifting to push his thigh against Missa's crotch harder. The reaper moaned, slamming a hand over his mouth as Roier's eyes twinkled.
"Oh, you're so weak. Can't even stop yourself from moaning after a little bit of friction, can you?" Roier took it as a challenge almost, jerking his knee to rub his thigh up and down Missa's crotch.
"You dick. See how you like it," Missa seethed, palming Roier's bulge suddenly, smirking at the immediate moan he earned from the spider hybrid.
"Pendejo! Do you want us to get caught?" Roier retorted, ignoring the way his hips jerked forward to chase any friction as Missa continued his ministrations.
"Maybe if we're loud enough, they'll think we're scarier mobs."
"That is so fucking stupid and you know it."
Missa chuckled, before moaning louder as Roier pressed his leg up higher, enjoying how Missa's hard-on felt against his thigh. Burning hot, slightly damp. Missa felt good against his thigh. Although...
"Hey, let go. I have an idea," Roier said, tapping Missa's arm to let it hang by his side. He wrapped his arms around Missa's waist, trying to squeeze them away from the wall and stone digging into their bodies, and rolled his hips against Missa's. The reaper choked, flushing immediately.
"Mh! Yeah, okay, this is better, yeah," Missa gasped, throwing his head back to lie against the dirt. The feeling of Roier's cock rubbing against his own, both through their clothes still. It made Missa dizzy, shutting his eyes briefly as he revelled in the sensation.
They continued like that, grinding against each other, coming more and more undone with each motion. Unfortunately, the more they grinded and rolled and rocked their hips, the louder they were getting, Missa especially. The reaper was having a hard time holding back salacious moans, groaning into the night sky as the sound of mobs approached. Shit. If Missa kept this up, there was a chance the mobs prowling above might take notice of them and—
Roier crashed his lips against Missa's, plunging his tongue into his mouth and drinking in his moans as Missa gasped, eyes rolling back to let Roier explore his mouth. His mouth was hot, intoxicating, and they kissed so messily that it almost felt like they were just licking into each other's mouths and lapping up any spit that escaped their lips.
Pressing further into Missa, rolling his hips harder against the reaper, Roier bucked his hips up to really grind his cock against Missa, and Missa was cumming with a startled cry escaping his lips. He was immediately enveloped into a deep kiss, Roier's tongue gliding over his own and swiping at the roof of his mouth, and Missa could only let himself get lost in the feeling as he grinded slowly, riding out his orgasm. His fingers danced up to trail at Roier's waistband, and a deep gaze into Roier's eyes gave him the answer he wanted, slipping his hand into Roier's pants to grip fervently at his dick.
Pumping quickly, they sloppily made out, this time ignoring whatever noises might have slipped out from between their lips. Missa twisted his wrist, pumping harder and faster as Roier neared the edge, and soon he was spilling into Missa's palm, groaning against his lips as Missa milked him until he had nothing left.
As Missa pulled his hand up to lick off the cum sticking to his fingers (he was half-tempted to wipe it on Roier's hoodie), the spider hybrid looked up to the sky. Still dark, still nighttime, the moon nowhere near reaching its zenith.
"Looks like we have a long way to go. Guess you can stay quiet after all," Roier smirked, laughing as the reaper rolled his eyes.
"If the phantoms start coming out, I'm throwing you at them," Missa grumbled, biting his lips.
"Bold of you to say that after licking my cum! Did it taste good, baby? I've been eating a lot of fruits lately and—"
"I didn't ask! Fucking shut up, you're so annoying, Roier."
"Eh?! That's how you wanna treat a long time friend?"
Missa rolls his eyes, finishing up the last few touches of his painting, communicator nestled between his ear and shoulder. He lifts the canvas to see it in better light, before nodding, smiling, and placing it against the wall near Phil's bed.
"You didn't want to talk to me earlier, so why should I talk to you now?"
"I was busy, idiot! Don't you appreciate our friendship?"
Missa snorts. "Sure, something like that."
On the other end, Roier squawks, almost like a bird, and it reminds Missa of his husband, his husband who isn't here at the moment, probably off doing errands. He glances at Phil's bed, along with Chayanne and Tallulah's empty beds. He's never felt so alone being here, heart aching as he goes to sit on his bed, communicator still pressed to his ear.
"What are you doing now?" Roier asks, probably to make conversation.
"Just finished a painting. It's of me but with cat ears," Missa answers. He hears Roier's laugh echo loudly through the speaker.
"With cat ears?? Why?"
"Because everyone says I'm a wet cat! Shut up, Roier!"
"Ooooh! You're probably a good little kitty huh! Bet you liiiike it~" Roier teases, making Missa grumble. He blows a strand of hair away from his face, shifting to lie against the headboard of his bed.
"Dammit, Roier, you're annoying. I'm hanging up."
"Huh?! Fine then, fuck you! You're a bad kitty!"
And Missa couldn't help the choke that forces its way from his throat. He freezes, feeling a pang of shock spread through his body, making his lower belly stir. He hopes it wasn't obvious, but Roier's teasing tone returns in full swing as he speaks again.
"Yeah, you're a bad little kitty alright. Sad, pathetic, wet little kitty. How about you meow for me, Gatissa? Purr for me?"
Missa groans, sliding a hand down to cup himself, spread his legs slightly to sit more comfortably. He shouldn't be doing this, not in the house he shares with Phil and his kids, especially not when he can just look up and come face-to-face with the paintings he's made of his family.
"K-Keep going..." Missa mumbles into the communicator, finally wrapping a hand around his cock and begins pumping. It's dry, and slightly uncomfortable, but he can't help the choked moan that spills past his lips as Roier speaks again.
"Pendejo, are you getting off to this? Even though you chose Philza over me?"
He hears some rustling on the other end, as if Roier is taking a seat somewhere. Hears a chest open, then close. Roier continues.
"What do you think he'd say, seeing you like this? Bet you're sprawled on your bed, paint all over your body after making a cute picture for Philza. Wonder what he would think, seeing you jerk yourself off with another man on the line?"
Missa's hand picks up speed, unable to hold back any more sounds as he pants loudly, uncaring about his volume. He hears a cap opening from the other end, wondering distantly if Roier had brought out lube to jerk himself off too. He quickly pulls his hand out, spits on it briefly, before going right back to stroking himself.
"Oh he'll be so angry. You know how possessive he gets, Missa. You're always gone, never around for your kids or your husband. And then one day you come back, and what does he see? You getting off to another married man. He was at my wedding, Missa. He'd be so pissed."
Roier's voice was high-pitched and thin, as if he'd been gasping too. Missa was sweating, feeling way too hot under his clothes, but all he could imagine was the betrayed look on Philza's face, the things he would say if he knew about Roier and him. It makes him sick, he feels disgusting and gross and unfaithful. Philza wouldn't love him after this. He'd leave him, kick him out of their house. Tell everyone on the server about his unfaithfulness. No. Phil doesn't deserve this. He doesn't. He—
"You don't deserve him, Missa."
Missa cries out as he cums in his pants, spills all over his palm as he jerks himself off rapidly until he's wrung dry. Fresh tears spill down his cheeks as he pulls his hand out, inspecting the purplish jizz on his fingers with disgust. Fuck. He's disgusting. He's a mess.
"Roier?"
Missa calls to the other line when he hears silence. He pulls the communicator back, checking the screen. He's met with nothing but a black screen and flashing text that reads, 'Call Ended'.
Roier invites Phil to a night with him and Missa, not to join but to watch them. Missa's spouting profanities at him because that's his husband, Phil doesn't need to know what Roier and him get up to on their alone time. Phil rejects at first, but he's curious to see if anything changes with Missa when he's with Roier, so he ends up agreeing.
He regrets it immensely.
Because now he's sitting off to the side, lounging on a dark blue loveseat, eyes transfixed on the way Missa's moaning on Roier's fingers. Roier's long calloused fingers, shoved down Missa's throat, Missa lapping up at them and licking fervently at the digits, eyes glazed and tears pooling at the corners of his eyes as he gasps brokenly.
Roier's playing up a show, looking to Phil every now and then to catch his reaction, and it's getting harder and harder for him to remain unaffected, what with how he's tearing at the hem of his shirt with his talons. It makes Roier swell with pride that he's the one making Missa like this in front of his notoriously possessive husband. It emboldens Roier, how far can he push it until Phil orders him to stop, maybe grab at him with those same talons to yank him off his husband.
It feeds something dark within him.
"You ready for my cock, babygirl?" Roier asks, unzipping his pants slowly to pull himself out. He deliberately asks in English to rile up Phil, relishing in the way his wings flex with want. He's enjoying this way too much.
His cock leaks in front of Missa, the reaper gazing hungrily at the tip, tongue lolling out slightly as he nods feverishly. Roier grips the top of Missa's head, fingers curled in his fringe, forcing his eyes up to him.
"I need to hear you say it, cariño," Roier drawls, this time in Spanish, making sure Missa is completely comfortable with all this. He still wants to play this right with Phil in the room, lest he earn himself a nasty scratch or two from the avian.
"Si, si, lo quiero, papi," Missa gasps, voice shot with nothing but pure lust and hunger evident in his features. Behind them, Phil trills, and Roier tries not to look over his shoulder too obviously as Phil whines, high-pitched and broken, and sticks a hand down his pants, moans brokenly as he folds an arm over his eyes, leaning back to touch himself better.
That's all the approval Roier gets before he's angling Missa properly and slamming into his mouth, grinning as Missa only makes cute, garbled, punched out noises, taking his cock like a good boy. He holds him there, before roughly pulling Missa until just the tip is in his mouth, encouraging him to lick and lap at his precum. He looks pathetic, like a dog serving its master, and Roier can't resist himself as he calls to the avian.
"Phil, watch this." He looks up from his arm, forehead sweating and cheeks flushed red, the hand in his pants not stopping in the slightest. Roier grins, sticks his tongue out cheekily, tenderly caresses Missa's cheek with his other hand, before joining his other hand to grip his hair and slam him back down. Fresh tears spill down Missa's cheeks as he keens, gripping Roier's thighs with one hand while the other fiddles with his belt, travelling down and gripping his own cock to get himself off desperately.
It's a show, it's a battle, nothing but hot breaths and gasps fill the room as Roier fucks Missa's throat, and a collective groan sounds across the room as Roier cums, pulling Missa's mouth off his cock to spill on his cheek deliberately, Missa's tongue sticking out slightly to catch whatever cum that landed on his mouth. Behind them, Phil claps a hand over his mouth, trying desperately to suppress a shout as he cums in his pants, thighs shaking fervently and sliding down the loveseat even more. Missa's hand picks up speed until he shakes, cries, spilling into his hand and breathing heavily.
And Roier's an asshole when he suggests all too casually, "Nice, Felipe. Maybe next week you can watch me fuck him."
god I am so deathly afraid of reblogging non-nsfw tagged stuff to this blog that it's crazy. anyway go look at this post and go crazy about missoier with me :)
