my problem with akiangel is that people aren't creative enough with their smut for it. oh noooooooo they can't have skin to skin contact they can't have sex. LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. i want those bitches dry humping until there's nothing left. grinding like there's no tomorrow. getting hand cramps from fingering each other through their underwear. hell, give them some antidepressants and a handful of dental dams and i guarantee you they'd be missing for at least a week. we have GOT to get freakier with it over here
aki literally says the sentence it's fine through cloth, right? and nobody ran with that??? god. i did see someone on twitter drawing art of aki jerking angel off with gloves the other day though so at least SOMEONE'S fujoing out over here
Sweaty scar shirtless with a hard on.....dick bulging in his unzipped pants, boxers tented and visible in the gap
Need Grian on his knees and nuzzling into it, the light sting of the zipper against his cheek as he mouths against thin fabric, chasing the damp patch left from the head of Scar's dick, the creases of his boxers spotted with sweat. Grian taking deep, eager breaths, maybe his hands are tied behind his back so he can't touch
Scar should fist his hair and help Grian get a better taste of him. Pull his boxers down and feed his cock between Grian's lips, feel the spit that's pooled in his mouth and watch Grian drool over him. Grian straining against the hand in his hair, desperate to take all of Scar. To have his nose buried in his pubes, to smell his musk so close, straight from the source.
Grian with teary eyes and a mouth full of cock, and he can hardly breathe around it but he'd still try so hard to reach the base and huff that musk. His eyes all glassy when Scar goes ahead and fucks his throat properly, letting himself relax and be used, taking whatever Scar gives him. And when Scar cums down his throat, he swallows as much as he can, chest heaving as he catches his breath. It's all he can do but moan when he's lowered down, scalp tender and face tucked right in the crook of Scar's hip, softening cock against his nose. Grian through his heavy breaths, keening in his throat when he gets to nuzzle in closer, to pant openly against his sweaty skin, drool and cum from his lips smearing against Scar's thigh
Need to think about Grian waking Scar up with a blowjob and when Scar wakes up, mind all fuzzy from sleep and pleasure, he curls his fingers into Grian's hair and gently presses him down. Grian moans around him and Scar lets out a sleepy groan and ough...a thick sleepy rasp to his voice as he encourages Grian to keep going
But he should come and play with Pearl. He was the one to offer advises and the topical cream against atrophy and he just wants to check on a friend!
T4T shenanigans 🏳️⚧️
(Frotting - Precarious sex position)
And that means asking maybe too many inappropriate questions.
"Does it grow? When I used it on myself it made me so incredibly horny. Are you? I almost fucked myself on a copper rod that one time because of it, ohoh...not my proudest moment."
And Pearl is just forced to listen, shying away and giving unsure embarrassed answers as she keeps blushing harder and harder as Scar rambles on, cause sure, she asked him for help, but she didn't expect him to just be so up front about the results!
"I-I don't know? I just started...!"
And as if the answer hadn't been dismissive enough, Scar just nonchalantly tells her that maybe...
"...You could measure it. I did it with mine! Just for fun, but I suppose that's different for you...is it? You wouldn't care for the size, just that it keeps functioning. For Gem!"
"For Gem! Exactly..."
But Scar is too fucking close to her and doesn't seem to want to back down, undefeated by her closed off attitude.
"Have you applied it yet this week? I could help? I don't need gloves."
That almost kills Pearl on the spot as she chokes on her own saliva.
"There's no need for that, Scar!!"
Still, he is practically on her face by then, his eyes big as pingballs as-...is he purring at her?
They had been sitting at the kitchen counter of Pearl's base, the barstools perfect for Scar to just stand and lean into Pearl's space as she kept sitting. She wasn't getting away from this, wasn't she?
"Can I see?"
And it's not like they haven't joked and jabbed at each other in inappropriate ways, but they had never done anything overly friendly with each other before. So that seems to come out of nowhere!
...well, she supposes there had been that accidental kiss last season due to those cookies he kept baking.
And of course Scar gasped at the sight of the peeking tip of her dick at the apex of her sheath, as if Pearl couldn't feel more mortified. She refused to look up at her friend, but was forced to when one of his hands reaches out for her crotch.
How bad could this be in comparison?
She sighed and with her face burning she noded, being finally allowed some space as Scar leaned back so she could unbutton her shorts and pull down her slip.
"Hey!" Fortunately she had enough self awareness to protest.
"Oh, sorry. It just looks like it's happy to see me! Does it get bigger...?"
"Or course it-...Scar, don't be mean!"
"Just checking, just checking. Ren isn't huge, so I was just wondering...can I touch?"
She leaned back with her torso and forwards with her hips, right at the edge of the stool, giving him silent permission as she closes her eyes. The first touch was almost a shock of static, Pearl very hyperaware of the presence of the man in front of her as his fingers circled the edge of her sheath as if he had been tracing the shape of it.
Pearl had only ever allowed Gem to touch her there since she had came out as trans, and Cleo on occasions for their games, no man had ever really shown interest in her until now, and that slightly terrified her as much as it exited her.
Was she bi? Well, she thought she was straight all her life until coming to Hermitcraft so...
"It's kind of cute, all smooth like that." He had grabbed her sheath by then and started rubbing it between his index and thumb as he coaxed her length out, making the wolf girl tense and gasp, new to the foreign sensation. Gem usually always focused on the tip, sometimes poking inside the pouch of her sheath to get her hard, but this...! It felt like she was being pushed out like a stick of lipstick. Not thatt she hated it, her shaft quickly growing to full size under Scar's delighted sounds of surprise.
"It's spotted! How cute! And it's not a bad size at all, I understand why you wouldn't want to lose this beauty."
She hid her face in her hands at the comment. If he kept talking about her cock like it was a rare redstone equipment or a caught wild salmon she would autocombust.
"Wolves are bigger than dogs on avarage!" She babbled out, trying to show herself unaffected.
"Ooh! That explains a lot..."
And that should have been it. She had showed him, right? She was free to go?
So why was he grabbing her in hand and squeezed her just to make her whimper? Why did he drag his palm along her shaft and thumb her tip when her hips moved on their own accord?
"S-scar...?"
"Can I see how much you still cum?"
She didn't even question the logic of it, she just looked at the way he was staring at her, full of expectations and playfulness, how could she say no? So all she could really do was nod again, whimpering as he quickened his pace.
"Oh, wait a second. We can't do his dry."
And she had expected him to either spit on it or produce a bottle of lube from his inventor when he said that...what she didn't expect was for him to back off and pull his pants down.
"You can rub off on me, I'm already wet."
She swore, if she didn't die of a heart attack right there she needed to start believing in some higher entity after that.
Scar leaned back into his stool, pulling down his boxers, the fabric dark and damp exactly how the man had claimed. And as if that had been the next logical step, Pearl simply stood up from her own seat and inched closer. She watched as Scar secured his back against the kitchen counter and spread his legs, giving the wolf girl a full view of his bushy crotch, striped in hair that traveled along his inner thighs and around plump lips to the perky apex of his erect dick.
Pearl may be bi, sure.
She nestled between his legs, unsure of what to do next, only for Scar to hook the back of her legs with his heels, forcing her to cage him against the kitchen counter with her arms on either side of him, the position absolutely precarious. But Scar smiled, smirked even, so very self-satisfied.
She was quite a bit taller than the man, but the stool was high enough to give her a good enough angle to press her hips into his with minimal effort. He was indeed quite wet, the base of her sheath sticking to his lips as they made contact.
Her mouth had suddenly gone dry.
"You-...are still sure?"
"I will feel this in the morning for sure." He snorted and sighed before angling his hips up, the movement offering Pearl some friction as one of her hands shoot immediately to grab at Scar's hip.
"I wouldn't be opening my legs like this, Pearl! Come on now."
He spoke as if this was all a game for him, and supposedly it was. No strings attached...
It was all quite natural once it had started.
She frotted against him once, her underside sliding perfectly along his cock, dragging along the wetness. It didn't take long for her to pick up the pace once she was sure they wouldn't both tumble off the stool. And it wasn't too hard to get lost in the friction once he had let out the first low moan at her.
The sound of their contact echoed in the room, wet and addicting as it accompanied Pearl into her climb, slow and steady as her knot slowly grew in size and perfectly nestled along the shape of Scar's hole, almost getting suctioned by it at each push of her hips.
"Void, I forgot of that..." She heard him exhale before one of his hand touched her, pressing her knot harder against him.
"Scar...!"
"Sh, sh...you are perfect, it's just what I wanted to see."
She rutted faster, her thrusts getting wider as she tried to stimulate more of herself along the way, her tip catching on occasion on his, hard and prominent, but so very small compare to her. It looked like a shiny pearl...
"You can finish whenever you want...I don't mind. You could even stick yourself inside." Scar exhaled with a smirk on his voice, his hand helping to push Pearl's dick against his at each thrust. With a pathetic whimper Pearl looked at the scene before her, at Scar's puffy lips, his tightly but abundant pubes, the curve of his abdomen where a deep scar ran along the groove of his muscles.
She was so close.
Grabbing both his hips she almost made them both fall, pushing Scar down and along the seat of his stool with his lower back until he was almost horizontal, and pushed one last time from tip to knot along those dripping lips, spilling between their curtain but never having the time to penetrated it as she sloppy trusted again, the eagerness of it all making her shoot across the man's dick and abdomen, up and along his chest.
It had been nothing but messy, Pearl panting and gripping at Scar for dear life as several more ropes of cum dribbled out of her tip and into the curve of the man's body and down onto the wooden floor.
They both caught their breath, stunned, dazed.
"I am so glad the cream works then! That's Amazing!"
Pearl just whimpered in shame, hiding her face into his neck.
