𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 — 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍 & 𝒔𝒕𝒖 𝒎
THIS FIC IS EVERY FUCKING WHERE. LIKE.. THERE COULD HAVE BEEN A PLOT BUT THERE JUST... ISN'T??? NOT REALLY?? THERE IS ALSO SO MANY KINKS AND FETISHES LISTED BELOW SO UH, BE CAUTIOUS WHEN READING??
Kinks and fetishes included: degradation kink, knife kink (well.... it's mentioned), blood play, (literally, their faces are soaked with blood the entire time) anal, Mixophilia, threesome (obviously).
There's probably more but I genuinely do not know.
!!! Female reader !!! Pronouns are she and her !!!
I wrote all of this at three in the morning so if it's everywhere, I'M SORRY.
I'LL TAG MORE LATER.
Also, there's cheating mentioned. DON'T BE A CHEATER. unless it's for ya fave slasher boyz then.... I pretend I do not see it.
Anyway…. Idk how many words are here. THERE'S A LOT, HAHA. enjoy.
"I see you’ve started without me."
In front of her, were two boys named Stu Macher and Billy Loomis, otherwise known as the Woodsboro killers aka Ghostface™ but known mainly as just Stu and Billy — her significant others. (Y/N) remembers the day they told her the two of them were the Ghostface.™
She didn't believe the words that left their lips, instead her eyes darted between the two men and she threw her head back as laughter swept off of her own lips, echoing against the walls.
"What?" Stu asked, genuine wonder hinted in the tone of voice. "You don't believe we can kill someone? Let alone, kill others?"
"You? No. Not so much. Billy, on the other hand, yes."
That sentence alone made Billy chuckle and Stu turned to him, a pout on his face.
"Heyy...." He drawled, words coming out in a whiny manner.
Billy shrugged before turning back to (Y/N). "Believe me, babe, he's a killer, too. I'm usually the man in charge but Stu's there... mainly for emotional support than anything along with the one who'd get caught by police so I can flee... but he's still there, still part of the team."
"C'mon, man, what the fuck."
"Well, how about the both of you play dress up, get into your little Ghostface™ Halloween costumes and take charge of me? I'll see if the two of you give me serial killer vibes or not."
"You're just asking to be fucked by us, wearing the masks, aren't you?"
"Oh, I'd be an idiot to lie to you, Loomis. So, to answer your question; yes, that's exactly it."
So, long story short -- (Y/N) had been proven wrong. Indeed, the two men were Ghostface. Even showed her all the plans they had come up with together, the notes they wrote down, too. 'It was fun!' Stu had said, a Cheshire Cat grin eating away at his face.
Of fucking course, she had been terrified. Any sane person would have been shitting their pants, (Y/N) was no different than the rest of them.
And once Stu and Billy recognized the fear that built across her face, the terror pooling behind her irises, they instantly calmed her down and comforted her, reassuring her they'd never lay a hand on their girl.
At least, not in a gruesome, horrific way.
Once she relaxed and once they pinky promised her, giving her their very own oath, she realized it wasn't too bad. And maybe, yeah... okay, she wasn't as sane as she thought she was originally. ("Really, babe? What are we, in elementary school?" "Oh, shut up, Billy. Pinky promises are a very serious matter." "Thank you, Stu. And yes, I'm serious. You have to promise me you're not going to hurt me and or kill me." "Only thing I've been killing is your insides with my cock, thank you very much. Talkin' about how you want to feel me in your guts-" "BILLY!" "Fine, fine. I pinky promise." "Thank you.")
Maybe, Sidney deserved to be gutted like a fish and her decomposing body hung like a trophy. Tatum was a bit of a whore, even when she was with Stu, she always strutted around, showing her goods as if she was all that. (She wasn't.)
The list goes on and on. The more she looked at the answers they had given her, the more (Y/N) understood the very reason. Billy said there was 'no motive' but to (Y/N) there was.
A lot of reasoning behind each and every kill. Maybe, a stupid and petty reason, sure, but a reason, no less.
Anyhow, with Billy and Stu coming out as the killers, confirming they're the ones behind the mask, their relationship with (Y/N) only grew closer, their love only growing bigger in the air, surrounding all three. At first, (Y/N), Billy, and Stu were only acquaintances.
She had been part of their friend group, though she wasn't as close to everyone in said group, other than Randy Meeks. (Who, by the way, she made Billy and Stu not to lay a finger on him, as he was her best friend / co-worker.)
(At first, they were hesitate to agree but eventually, they gave in and promised not to hurt Randy.)
Little by little, however, they were dying, falling to the grounds like moths who had gone to a flame.
And (Y/N) wondered when she'd be next. But... 'next' never came. She wasn't in line for her own funeral.
Death hadn't been after her just yet. Ghostface wasn't interested in her.
Expect.... surprisingly, he was.
They were.
It was Stu that was interested first. He invited her over to hang out. Stu, Randy and Tatum. (Y/N) hesitated but nodded, deciding, 'why the hell not?'.
Once she got his address and walked up the porch, she noticed there weren't any other vehicles outside.
With her eyebrows furrowed together and confusion building up, she walks among the steps and lifts her hand up, giving the door a firm but gentle knock.
Within only a few seconds, Stu's answering with that shit-eating grin of his and steps aside, loudly yelling, 'Come in, come in!'
"Where's everybody at?" (Y/N) asked as she stripped out of her jacket, hanging it neatly against the rack next to the door.
"Oh... They canceled.. What a bummer, right? Yeah... Randy got sick, food poisoning from that pizza parlor and Tatum went with Sidney, doing only God knows what. Guess it's just going to be the three of us."
"Huh? Who is the extra person?"
Just then, Billy entered the front entrance, a plastic brown bag in one hand along with several VHS tapes and in the other held a case of beer.
"Surprise." He smiled. "Randy told us you're as big into horror movies like we are. If not, bigger than we are. Figured you'd want a movie night. I brought food and drinks.... it is okay if it's just the three of us, right?"
And.... well, obviously, (Y/N) said yes.
Here's the thing.....
Ever since she could remember, (Y/N) has had the biggest crush on Billy Loomis. He just so happened to be Sidney Prescott’s boyfriend, unfortunately.
Sidney wasn’t cruel to (Y/N). She wasn’t a bully by any means necessary. Sidney was actually one of the nicest girls at Woodsboro high.
If not, THE nicest girl at Woodsboro high.
Sidney and (Y/N) were even partners for a few school projects. The only actual reason (Y/N) disliked Sidney was because of her, being with Billy. Nothing more, nothing less.
So, taking the opportunity whereas it was only going to be them two (minus, Stu) hanging out, of course — she'd say yes.
That very night was the night Stu fell in love, as well as Billy. Those three talked nonstop about their favorite film theories, movie conspiracies, what movies they loved & what movies they hated.
There was so much passion in each individual as each different person spoke about their likes and dislikes among other things.
Neither Billy or Stu had seen anyone else as passionate about horror before, minus them two, of course. As soon as (Y/N) checked the time, she frowned before standing to her feet.
“It's getting late, I've got to get going."
"Oh... no! Come on! We have one more movie left. Won't you finish it with us?" Stu said, pouting and giving her puppy dog eyes. (Y/N) flushed, feeling warm all over but declined the offer.
"Please?" Billy, too, pouted and even batted his eyelashes at her.
And... wow, okay. Two attractive boys.... wanting her? To stick around? TO HANG OUT? She had to be dreaming. She'd pinch herself, really, but she decided against it.
With a laugh and a nod of her head, she agrees before sitting back down on the couch in between the two men.
Surprisingly, as soon as she sat down, Stu is pulling her closer to his side while Billy rests his hand against the outside of her thigh, drawing invisible patterns against the outside fabric of her skirt.
Chills ran through her and her breath hitched in her throat, unsure of what to do. Should she tell them to stop...?
They did have girlfriends.... yet, as dirty as it may make her seem, she didn't want them to stop.
So, with her mouth sealed shut, (Y/N) focuses on the movie. Or... attempts to.
That is, until Billy's long but thin fingers are sneaking their way up inside her skirt, his thumb brushing ever so softly against her warm, already soaked cunt.
(Y/N) was wearing a tight plaid skirt and a sheer white blouse. She hadn't time to go home and change after leaving from work and arriving from said place to coming over to Stu's.
She didn't think it'd matter because she came here with the intention of being the outcast, anyhow.
Nobody would pay hardly any attention to her, barely would give her the time of day, most likely.
At first, she didn't understood why she came over in the first place. Something in the back of her head told her to do it.
Now, she was more than thankful she listened to that voice.
All eyes were on her, every ounce of attention that she was receiving was also from two attractive men. How could she say 'no'?
Besides, she did have a crush on Billy and after tonight, bonding with Stu as well, she developed a crush on him, too. Not sure as to why she didn't see the attraction before.
"Fuck.... (Y/N)... You're so wet... who made you this wet, huh?"
(Y/N) breathed shakily, licking her lips as she was unsure how to respond.
Stu, instead, replied for her.
"I'm quite certain it's us, Billy."
"Hmm.... is that so? Why doesn't she answer for us, then? Or... shall I say....? Does a cat got her tongue?"
"I'm not sure," Stu hummed as he shifted next to (Y/N) before he's dropping down on his knees.
“All I know is I want her pussy on my tongue."
"How about it then, kitten?" Billy purred. "Will you let my boy Stu here eat that pretty cunt of yours out?"
(Y/N), completely shocked and now breathless, nodded before a string of pleas fell from her open, dry mouth.
“Yes... please." She croaked.
One thing lead to another, you see.... Stu was instantly burying his face in between her thighs, his long and fat tongue swiping itself up and down against her core while Billy, who remained seated next to her, jerked off himself, murmuring to her about how good of a girl she was and how, from the moment the two of them seen her, they knew she was different.
He explained to her, all while moaning and fucking into his hand, that she was no ordinary girl.
At the time, she didn't realize what that meant.
Now, looking back on it... She realized she was different. Unlike the rest of the group, she was the only survivor (again, apart from Randy).
She was different because unlike the rest of them, Stu nor Billy wanted to kill her.
Now.... since that's out of the way, the scene in front of her was..... quite horrific. Pieces of flesh had been thrown from one side to the other; crimson metallic liquid smeared on what had once been peach colored walls.
(Y/N)'s nose twisted in pure disgust at the sour and tart scent that ran through the room and into her nostrils, she placed the palm of her hand over her mouth and nose, trying her best not to gag or make any sort of noise.
For obvious reasons, she didn't want any attention to be drawn near her. (Which didn't matter, anyhow. As soon as she stepped foot into the home, her significant other's eyes locked on hers.)
The walls stained wine red. The floor was a pool of blood. Everything was red. Even Billy and Stu's face were covered in the color.
“It’s not what it looks like…” Billy began.
“Really? Because to me, it looks like you killed your girlfriends. We’re the only people here — and unlike me, you two are the one whose hands are covered in blood.”
“Okay…. Maybe it’s exactly what it looks like.”
“And yet… you didn’t invite me to the kill.” (Y/N) frowned.
“Seriously, I can explain and.. wait, what did you say?” Both Stu and Billy say in unison, eyes widening at the sentence that surprisingly left their girlfriend's lips.
"Seriously?" She echoes Billy, mocking the tone of voice he had said it in.
“I told you... whenever you kill Sidney and Tatum, I wanted to be there for it. Or at least, help you do it." (Y/N) frowned deeper, folding her arms across her chest.
"You guys broke your promise."
"Promises are meant to be broken." Billy said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Oh, yeah? What about the promise to keep me alive? You guys going to kill me now then, too?"
"Baby... You know we'd never do that." Stu frowned, a ping of hurt coursing through him at the mere thought of his girlfriend, believing that they’d hurt her. "Well, if promises are meant to be broken, go on then: Kill me."
Billy growled in an animalistic manner as he stepped over Sidney's now lifeless body and charged towards (Y/N).
In a swift moment, (Y/N) is up against a wall with her throat being wrapped around Billy's hand, a knife being pressed underneath her chin.
"Is that what you want? You want us to kill you like we did to these two sluts?" He barked, motioning to the bodies that remained on the floor with a gesture of his eyes.
"Are you asking for a death wish?" He demanded, pressing the tip of the knife into her skin, getting a drop of blood to coat the edge of the blade.
(Y/N) stayed as quiet as a mouse, her heart thumping wildly against her chest as she inhaled a deep breath.
“No.” She answered truthfully.
“I don’t believe you. Beg for it. Beg for your fucking life or I’ll cut it short and watch the life drain away from your eyes as I slice you into teeny, tiny pieces.” Billy snarled.
(Y/N) didn’t know why this was turning her on so much but she was wet, slick sticking to her legs as she drew in a long, deep breath before exhaling through her nose.
“Please, Mr. Ghostface, don’t kill me.”
“Do better.” Billy took the blade and swiped it across her cheek, a stinging sensation powering through her, realization hitting her as Billy dragged the blade down across her skin.
“Is this what you want, bitch? Do you wish for me to mark you up with my blade? Kinky, little minx, isn’t she, Stu?”
Stu nodded, not believing his girlfriend was…. well, so kinky. The three all had their fair share of kinks and fetishes but this was something entirely brand new. He couldn’t be surprised, though. Shouldn’t be surprised.
“You want me to fuck you with my knife, (Y/N)? You want to feel the blade pushing past your pussy? I bet you’re not even scared you’d bleed, won’t even worry about it if it cuts your insides, hm?”
“Please… make me bleed. Cut me. Do whatever you wish to do. I’m your useless fuck toy. I am nothing more than for both of you to spill your seed into.”
Billy groaned low in his throat and fluttered his eyelids shut as he murmured a string of curse words. Opening his eyes, he looks at (Y/N), edging the blade deeper into her skin, causing a whimper to spew out of her lips.
“Is that what you are? Nothing? You want us to breed you? Fuck you like some sort of animal? Like, we're some sort of animal...? Happily, I think I can do that…. what about you, Stu?”
“More than willing. I’m always aiming to please.”
“Now…. if all of that is settled and we have it all arranged…. Get down on your knees, slut and worship my cock.”
In a blink of an eye, (Y/N) is falling to her knees and parting her lips, eyes glancing upward to hold Billy’s intense, chilling stare.
Billy smirks as he unzips his jeans, hand curling around his groin before he’s pushing his cock into her warm and wet mouth, a breath of relief escaping the back of his throat.
“Such a good cock whore, aren’t you, baby? You were made for this cock. Made to be mine and Stu’s cockslut.”
(Y/N) nodded as she brushed her tongue against the slit of his cock, tasting the familiar saltiness of precum splashing against her taste buds.
Billy rested his hand on her head before he’s curling his fingers into her hair, tugging her further against his cock, making (Y/N) choke slightly, thus causing him to smirk wider with pleasure.
“You’d rather suffocate from my cock than to breathe…” Billy said, stunned. “Out of all the possible ways we could kill you… you’d prefer to die from suffocating on my cock, hm? Such a kinky bitch, aren’t you, baby?”
(Y/N)’s eyes began to pool with water but she blinked her tears away. Giving a nod, she hollowed in her cheeks and began to push herself further down onto Billy’s cock, gagging ever so softly until she relaxed her jaw and reminded herself she’s been in this position before, has done this plenty of times before.
Yet, she hasn’t done this thing before. Not really. Not with Billy acting this way and looking at her as if he was starving and she was a meal all for him, only him.
Even Stu wasn’t looking at her with the intense gaze Billy was currently holding. Instead, he looked at her in ‘awe’.
“She’s such a good girl… our best girl.” Stu cooed in the background, his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft as he jerked himself in slow but firm strokes.
Unlike Billy, Stu was bigger on praise and giving compliments. A mixture of both compliments and degrading comments made her aroused. Both combinations were wonderful, delightful.
“Yeah,” Billy agreed. “She’s our good slut, always so hungry for her to be fed by a cock. How about this… you wanna feed on both of our cocks, baby? Want us to stuff our cocks deep down your throat?”
And, wow… that was new. Yet, she found herself nodding.
One second, (Y/N) is being face fucked by Billy and in the very next moment, Stu is stripping out of his pants, slipping them off and standing beside Billy, slipping his cock into the left of her mouth while Billy remained at the right side of her.
(Y/N) felt as if her jaw was going to crack open, split into two at the heaviness that her significant other’s cocks were doing in her mouth, into the back of her throat.
Billy and Stu practically shared the same mind, being serial killers and whatnot.
Of course, they were similar but oh, so different as well. But (Y/N)’s not talking about their personality right now…. if you catch her drift.
The two had excellent cocks, nice, thick and firm. And (Y/N) loved to be their good cock slut.
However, their dicks weren’t the same.
Be a bit weird if they were….
Anyhow…
The difference between their cocks were — Stu was uncut but he kept himself clean unlike a lot of males who were.
His cock was more on the skinny but long side, veins zigzagging this way and that. He kept himself cleaned, too. Often shaved his pubes.
(Usually, only did it so he could joke and say he had a naked mole rat in his pants upon taking his cock out… Stu was a character, but (Y/N) loved him just the way he was.)
Meanwhile, Billy was the complete opposite. He was circumcised, while Stu wasn’t. His dick was more thick, rounder and fuller. He also had more hair down there compared to Stu.
Billy insisted he preferred to have pubes than to shave and keep clean constantly down below.
Of course for his baby girl, he usually keeps it clean and trims every now and then but he kept majority of his hair there.
The killers often questioned her whose cock did she prefer more, better. And how could she choose?
Especially right now, thinking about that while her mouth is being brutally fucked and pounded by two heavy and fat cocks — she couldn’t choose which was her favorite because they both were her favorites.
“She looks so fucking pretty being stuffed with our cocks, fuck… gonna make me bust.” Billy groaned.
“I’m right there with you,” Stu agreed.
They rocked their hips back and forth, cocks sliding in and out; out and in, of (Y/N)’s mouth.
With his eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head, Stu takes his cock out and shoots his load all over (Y/N)’s face, painting her face white. As her face is being splashed with cum, Billy’s drowning her throat in it, nearly making her choke as it continues, on and on… Down her throat, it goes, not a single drop escaping out of her lips.
“Fuck.. fuck.. FUCK!” Billy chanted as he came undone.
With their pupils blown and wide and chests heaving up and down, the two pull back, allowing (Y/N) to catch her breath.
“Don’t think you’re done yet, bitch. You’re OUR toy, remember? Take your pants off, show us how wet and soaked that cute cunt of yours is.”
(Y/N) was going through a wave of emotions, was currently feeling as if she had lost her mind. (Her mind probably had already been lost, to be fair. Especially with dating the Woodsboro killers.)
(Y/N) rids herself out of her jeans, not caring if they get soaked with blood as she lets them drop to the floor.
“I… uh… I should probably inform you guys about something, though…” She whispered.
Billy tilted his head aside and Stu raised an eyebrow, confusion settling atop both men's features. Neither say anything but they motion for her to continue with a wave of their hands.
“I… uh… well, you’ve just been so busy, killing and planning out the ideas, I didn’t have time to tell you. Didn’t want to disturb you... Felt like it’d have been so silly to come forward and tell you when both of you are so busy…” (Y/N) explained, her words trailing off. Taking a deep breath, she stood to her feet and walked over to the couch.
Placing herself down onto the cushions, she spreads her legs, revealing a tiny diamond piercing against the hood of her clit.
“Oh my God…” Stu said, all the air in his lungs deflating. He inhaled a sharp breath.
“Oh, so our girl does enjoy being stabbed with blades then, hm?” Billy chuckled as he shook his head. “How badly did it hurt?” He wondered.
“Actually… it stung more than anything and the pressure was a lot but—“
“Is it fully healed?” Stu cut her off, eyes glancing at the piercing before he stares up and at his girlfriend as he had walked over to get a better look at it.
(Y/N) chewed on her lip, biting it almost hard enough to draw blood. “Y-Yes…”
Stu took that as a green light before he’s burying his face into her thighs, tongue instantly rubbing against her piercing, causing her to practically scream out in pure bliss.
“We’ve just been making everyone scream tonight, haven’t we, Stu?”
Stu murmured an inaudible pattern of words but truth be told, he was more focused on eating (Y/N) out than to reply to Billy. Plus, his mouth was too busy elsewhere.
She should feel disgusting, ashamed of herself… here she is, with her legs sprawled open, getting ate out by one of the Woodsboro killers, all while the second Ghostface watched intensely. Not only that but her friends (well… acquaintances) bodies were lying only a few feet away, dead and lying in a pool of their own blood.
(Y/N) should worry that the cops can arrive any second and catch them. She should have gotten Billy and Stu out of that house and out of state, running as far away as they could go.
Never look back, never go back. It's what the plan should've been. Expect, she had no plans. Really, the girl came over to see what Stu and Billy were up to, after not hearing back for several hours, worry filled her veins and concern struck, thoughts of her boys getting arrested or worse clouded in the back of her mind, therefore, she had instantly got changed, grabbed a few items and threw them into a bag, hauling ass and ran to Stu's house. There, she found the bodies. With Billy and Stu standing over them, knives in their hands and blood splattered on their skin. And, well... now, here she was. Hand fisting Stu's hair, pulling him closer to her cunt, whispering pleas and begging him to continue.
'Just like that, Stu... fuck, you eat me out so good. Your tongue is so good on my fucking cunt....' on and on, the words grew more foul and filthy. Her head was thrown back as her moans grew louder and louder, nearly breaking the glass of the windows as she shrieked; her voice grew shaky as she then, suddenly, let loose and came with a cry of Stu's name. Stu, happily, pulled away as he licked his lips, the corners of his mouth going upward as a smile broke out onto his face.
"Always taste so good." He purred, swiping his tongue across his lower lip, placing what little leftover cum (Y/N) had given him into his mouth, humming with delight as he tasted her sweet juice on the end of his tongue. "Now," Billy began, nearly pushing Stu away as he crawled on top of (Y/N), his cock never softening up, she noted. He was still as hard as he had been before, if not harder.
"Spread those legs even further out for me, I'm going to fucking wreck you. I'll be damned if I don't get a piece of your pussy myself. No offense to Stu, but I need this cunt right fucking now. He can wait to slip his cock into your hole. I need you," And without warning, Billy is wrapping her legs around his waist and sliding into her thighs, cock slipping between her pussy as if it was made for him.
The three always jokingly said they were each other's missing puzzle pieces. Her pussy and their cocks were no different from that saying. "Oh, fuck....." She groaned, hips nearly levitating off of the couch at the sudden fullness that was Billy's cock deep inside her tight, little core.
"Billy.... I-I don't think I'm going to last that long." She admitted sheepishly. "There, there, dear.... Doesn't matter, does it? I'm going to keep fucking you until you can no longer stand.... where you can no longer feel your legs. Stu will even follow after exhaustion takes over for me. Remember what you said, baby, you're nothing expect a hole for us to dump our cum into. So, you're going to be a good toy and take it, over and over again." "Fuck... yes, yes. I'm your toy, your useless fucking rag doll." (Y/N) could practically feel the familiar bubble of heat growing in the pit of her stomach, giving her a head's up warning she's about to let loose and like a bubble; she was about to pop. While Billy was going into pound town, driving his hips further and deeper into her cunt, Stu's lazily groping his own shaft, fingers brushing across his genitals for a few seconds, tugging and pulling, here and there. He watched the two as if they weren't doing anything but performing a pornagraphic scene in front of him and he was getting off to it. "Go on, Loomis. Make that bitch cum, make her squirt. Get her to make a mess upon herself." He groaned as he curled his fist around his cock, now jerking himself off heavier and rougher than before. "You heard the man, (L/N). Make a mess upon yourself. Cum all over me. I want you to cum all over this cock like the nasty bitch you are." As if he had pushed a button, (Y/N) is coming. Squirting, actually. "Oh fuck...she's actually squirting." Stu said, just as surprised as (Y/N). "That's it, baby... fuck, going to make me cum. Going to fill you up with my hot, sticky load. You ready to be filled up? Fuck.... I'm coming, I'm coming, I-" (Y/N) feels Billy's cock twitch inside her and the next very second, she can feel his load filling her up, cum splashing inside her walls. With a deep, heavy breath Billy pulls out only to motion Stu over as he collapses back against the cushions of the couch. "Your turn." He says with a crooked grin. "May I suggest something?" (Y/N) said, causing four pairs of eyes to fall on top of her. She shifted slightly, unsure if they'd agree to do it or not. She hesitated but let the question freely leave her lips without thinking too much of the words that left her lips.
Billy has never done this sort of thing before. Not with the same sex as he, anyways.
Just like Stu, this was Billy's first time.
He never thought about it before, never thought (Y/N) would be into Mixophilia.
He shouldn't be so surprised, not really. The three of them were all the same person, practically shared the same soul, those three.
They were all interested in the same kinds of things, thus included kinks and fetishes.
Plus, the moment she asked the question, Billy sensed her uncertainty, could see the fear pooling in her (E/C) eyes.
He and Stu looked at each other before laughing. "Of course, baby." Billy said. "Anything for you." So, Billy found himself flat against the arm rest of the couch, head dangling low, so close he could practically touch the crimson floor.
(Originally, the floors were white.)
Stu crawled in-between Billy's legs, his mouth rising to Billy's cock, pressing a firm kiss to the obvious reaction Billy was supporting. He pressed a few kisses on the tip of his shaft, slowly and lazily running his tongue over the slit of Billy's cock, smiling happily at hearing the quiet, needy moans that erupt out of Billy's mouth.
Stu scoots down until his face is buried between the cheeks of Billy's ass. Tongue flat against Billy's warm skin, Stu sucks at his flesh, lazily flicking his tongue against Billy's puckered yet throbbing hole.
Simple licks is what is given to Billy's arsehole.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing quite exciting....
Not yet... With one hand, he parts one cheek and with his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, Stu notices how Billy's hole has already began to throb. It was as if it were eager to be devoured by Stu's tongue.
It was as if it needed to something to satisfy its needs.
Stu would very much do that, it'd be an honor to do so. Leaning forward, both hands now parting Billy's cheeks, Stu spits on Billy's rim before flattening his tongue against his puckered, red hole.
Stu laps his tongue across Billy's aching hole, tasting his ass on the end of his tongue. It's not sweet, far from it, actually.
It's salty and bitter but the taste makes Stu's cock harder. He had done plenty of anal play on girls before, whether it was eating their ass out or fingering their ass, he had done everything to them.
Just never had done anything to a male before.
And yet, with his best friend and partner in crime's ass in his face — on his tongue, Stu realizes it's not so different.
A hole is a hole.
Plus, Stu feels so goddamn dirty.
The entire situation is filthy, kinky and the realization of so just makes Stu's cock harder.
(Which somehow was possible.) "Stu," Billy moaned from above, breaking Stu out of his thoughts.
"Stu.... fuck. You can, you know.... You can fuck me." Stu pulls away with a hum, turning to their girlfriend.
"If it's okay with (Y/N)... I'd actually prefer if you were to fuck me, Loomis.... You can go behind me and I can fuck (Y/N). We'll run a train." "I'm more than fine with that," (Y/N) said a little too quickly. Stu had noticed she had her fingers deep and buried in her pussy. Her fingers slipping out, Stu also noted how wet her digits with, soaking with her juices. "A hole is a hole," Stu suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. "Plus, we've talked about it before anyhow..... Just go on and do it. Fuck me, Loomis." "Who would've thought our night would have turned out like this...." Billy said with a chuckle. "I couldn't have asked for a better night, though..." She admitted. "Next time," She continued, "You better invite me to the kill. I'm still mad." "We'll just have to plan out our next victim then, won't we?" "We shall. Now, get on with it. Fuck me, Stu." "My pleasure. And Billy...? Fuck me, would you?" "Greedy little whores, aren't you?"
"Yup." They said in unison.
