Content Warning(s) : NSFW, GN Reader, Dom Reader, Sub Elliot, Puppyboy Elliot, Sick Sex, Oral Knotting, No Penetration, Blowjobs, Just Porn, 2.4k Words
It was rare for Elliot to get sick. He was active, he ate well, and you always made sure to take care of him. You took pride in your little puppy, and even the vets agreed it was unusual.
Though you supposed it didn’t matter how well you took care of him, what mattered now was that your puppyboy was sick, and as his owner, it was your responsibility to nurse him back to health.
You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, checking to see if his fever had gone down any. It was a little redundant, just by looking at him, you could tell he was miserable, face flushed and eyes gazed over.
It hurt to see him so gloomy. Even his tail was depressed, peaking out from the blankets and limp. His ears pressed flat against his head, mouth open as he huffed for breath.
You pulled your hand back to get a cold towel, only for pity to spike in your gut when he whined at the loss of contact. You hushed him, hastening your movements and taking no longer than a minute to wet and drain the cold rag.
Elliot winced at the chill touch, head trembling as he tried to not fight against your care. It took a few moments for him to settle down, skin growing accustomed to the contrasting cloth.
Your body relaxed as he did, a small sigh leaving your lips, the sound not going unnoticed by the dog.
“I-I’m sorry,” he whimpered, the sound low and pitiful, “I’m sorry for being such a burden.”
Your eyes widened, hands imminently rushing downward to grab his, “Nono sweetheart, you aren’t a burden at all!” Your voice softened and you squeezed his hand gently, “You couldn’t control this, I’m not mad at all.”
He let out another low whine, tail thumping once against the bed. “I know but . . but I’m supposed to be stronger than this.”
His voice was so quiet, it sounded like it would break. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes, and you were quick to use your other hand to wipe them away. Ignoring the cold rag still on his forehead, you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheeks.
As much as you wanted to kiss his lips and tell him to never utter those words again, you couldn’t risk getting sick yourself. Not with him in such a state.
“Nonsense,” you whispered against his skin. “You’ve been so strong for me, my love.” You left another kiss on his heated face, this time on his eyebrow. “Don’t concern yourself with that, okay? Just focus on getting better for me.”
You could hear his breath hitch, and for a second you thought you had said something wrong, a small frown forming on your face. The bed dipped as you took a seat next to him.
“Elliot? Are you okay? Is there something you need?” Your fingers pressed against the towel, it was still wet, but it had lost some of its coolness. Maybe he needed a change? You slid it from his forehead, making sure to wipe off the excess water and getting up to move.
Before the mattress even sprung up, you were pulled back down, his arm wrapping around your hip and pulling you close.
Elliot’s face was next to your thighs, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him.
“Don’t leave,” he whimpered, ear flopped over in his commotion. His entire body was curled around you, chest flush against your lower back.
You couldn’t help but smile, heart squeezing at the utterly adorable display. “I won’t,” you said as your fingers moved to unbend his ear, his body shivering as you did.
“Elliot, honey,” you cooed, voice soft, “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?”
His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, a bead of sweat dripped from his chin to his collarbone.
“The heat,” he started, teeth bearing as he growled, low and animalistic, “it feels like — like a rut.”
He shifted, arms slipping from your body and back falling back down onto the bed. You looked at him more closely, this time able to see the way his pupils were dilated, canines on display and his heavy tongue lolled out of his mouth.
A jerk of his hips brought your attention downward, the blanket tenting right where his crotch was.
Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you moved to pull in back, revealing his half-bare body. His shirt had ridden up, stopping just below his chest and exposing his soft underbelly.
With a heavy swallow, you lifted your hand to rub at the skin, watching him squirm in twist, mouth falling open in a tender moan.
“Master . . ,” he begged, arms trembling as he gripped the rim of his shirt and exposed more of his stomach. “Please touch me . . .”
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but despite the growing arousal, you couldn’t bring yourself to have sex with him, not when he could hardly sit up on his own.
“I can’t puppy,” the way he whined at your words as enough to test your self-control, but you had to be firm, “You aren’t well enough to. Can’t you wait until you feel better?”
With the way his hard shook and his tail thumped against the bed, you’d think you asked him to die.
“‘m sorry Master but -,” he whined, hips bucking up into the air and pushing his abdomen into your hand, “-I can’t! I need to knot, I need to, I need to!”
The desperation was enough to make your restraint falter, his sudden energy a show of just how much he wanted this.
Truly, he was lucky to have an owner who couldn’t help but spoil him.
“Fine,” you sighed as you gave in, fingers dancing along the hem of his pants, “but you aren’t going to fuck my pussy.”
He let out a keening whine, though it was cut short by the way you leaned down to place a kiss on his bulging cock, “If you’re so desperate, you can knot my mouth instead.”
Elliot whined at the implication, hips bucking up at the small stimulation, desperate for more. His words caught at the back of his throat, buried under his hiss as the cold air of the room hit his heated body, cock springing into the air as you slipped his pants down.
Precum smeared on the side of your face, his tip slapping across your cheek. You used his pants to wipe it off before throwing them to the side, with how much sweat collected on the fabric, you needed to change them anyways.
“Eager, are we?” You teased, gently dragging your blunt nails along his length and watching it twitch in anticipation.
He whimpered, using what little energy he had to buck his hips into your hand in search of more pleasure. “Please master,” he rasped out, voice bubbly with drool, “please just touch me.”
It wasn’t like him to be so demanding, his inhibitions loosened by the fever and rut. His desperation was adorable, and you couldn’t bring yourself to deny your needy little puppy.
With another roll of his hips, you pulled your hand back just to settle them on his thighs, slipping off of the bed and planting your knees on the floor.
Even though you knew they were going to be sore after, it barely mattered to you as you bent your body over his, your face directly above his cock.
Just the feeling of your breath against his skin was enough to make him twitch, limbs tingling with the need to breed.
The noise he let out was precious, a keening whine sliding into your name. As a reward, you stuck your tongue out a lick a long stripe along the side of his cock, catching the precum building at his tip and swallowing it down.
The taste was salty on your tongue, even more so because he was sick. It was more bitter than usual, a subtle reminder of his sickness. Despite that, you couldn’t help but crave more.
Your lips puckered and you left feather-light kisses along his cock, trailing up to his red tip and back down until his pleading was too loud to ignore.
His hand gripped at your arm, blunt nails digging into you and bringing your attention back to him. He didn’t even need to say anything, his lidded watering eyes and red-bitten lips was a testament to his desperation.
Giving in, you finally took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip and swallowing. The suction made him jerk, hips bucking up only to be held down by your arm.
You slapped the side of his thigh slightly, punishing him for being so impatient. Not that you could truly blame him, you knew how he got during his ruts, and judging by how engorged the base of his cock was, he was barely holding himself back.
You started to take him deeper, each inch sliding down your throat painfully slowly. You could feel him try to thrust into you, leaning your weight down on his abdomen and holding him down.
As much as you wanted to take him to the base, you could only get about half way with how large his knot had gotten, your lips grazing the swollen skin. You hummed around his shaft after realizing that you weren’t going to get any deeper, not without seriously stretching out your jaw.
You slowly backed up, dragging your tongue along his length and lingering at his tip before pushing your head back down.
The moan he let out was almost pornographic, loud enough to send shivers down your spine and arousal to the bottom of your gut. Your thighs rubbed together, stomach clenching in want.
For a second, you debated getting on top of him and riding him, you knew that’s what he wanted, and you knew that it would satisfy both of you. Yet out of concern for his health and your need to be a good owner, you couldn’t, not until he got better at least.
You bobbed your head around his cock, sliding up and down as much as you could. Elliot whined every time you reached the bottom, hips bucking up as his knot cried from lack of stimulation. He needed to feel more, the base of his cock begging for attention.
Sensing his neediness, you moved your hand to the bulge, wrapping your fingers around it and rubbing it softly. You tried to match the pace of your strokes with your mouth, speeding up your pace and coaxing him to climax.
If it were any other time, you would try to savor the moment, but as is, you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to pass out, wanting to get him to cum before the heat overwhelmed him.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the grip he had on your arm to tighten, your name leaving his lips in a high whine as he jerked his hips into your mouth. You sped up your stroking, pumping the base of his cock as you dipped your tongue into his tip, feeling cum spill from it and into your mouth.
“Nooo,” he cried, overwhelmed from all the heat and pleasure, “I was- I can’t knot your mouth I-!” You ignored his protests, continuing to bob your head around his shaft until he came.
“Mas-master!” His nails dug into your skin, cock tickling the back of your throat and almost making you choke. You had half the mind to push him back down, but it felt too cruel to deny him when he had been so good for you.
Instead, you sucked hard around his tip, swallowing down each spurt of cum like it was water. The salty taste coated your tongue, sliding down your throat and warming your stomach.
His tail thumped hard against the mattress, the action blowing a small breeze onto your face.
There was so much cum, and through the gulping, you could hear him sobbing. “Noo,” he wailed, “I was supposed to - I was supposed to cum inside of you . .”
You pushed deeper as his knot got smaller, pushing his still hard cock deeper into your throat until he was pumping his cum directly into your stomach, wrapping your lips around the base until his knot deflated.
The slight stretch burned, but not enough to bother you. You drank all of it down, making sure to not let a drop spill from your mouth. He continued to cry, stuck between
You didn’t know how long you spent down there, your knees aching from carrying all of your weight.
Elliot whimpered, hips jerking away from you as overstimulation started to kick in. The broken sound drew you attention to him, eyes flickering up to his flushed, fucked-out face.
You pulled off of his cock with a small ‘pop’, a thick string of drool and cum connecting you to the tip of his cock. You raised your arm to wipe the spit off, making sure his eyes were on you before sticking your tongue out to show that you had swallowed all of his cum.
His cock twitched, still soft but not covered in your cooling salvia, tail slapping gently against the bed.
He somehow managed to get even redder, blood rushing back to his face. You raised off the ground with your legs, reaching your hand to check his temperature again.
Surprisingly, it had gone down some. But it was still too hot for your liking, getting up to get the rag again.
Unfortunately, the water had gone warm, not cold enough to help. With a soft sigh, you got up to get more, only to be stopped by his hand tugging on the back of your shirt.
“Where are - where are you going?” His voice was soft and dazed, and you could tell he was fighting the exhaustion from cumming and crying.
Your heart clenched at the adorable gesture, turning around and bending over to press a gentle kiss to his damp forehead.
“Just getting some more water, love.” You could feel his hold on you loosen, “Just go to sleep, okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You smiled as he nodded, eyes fluttering shut, “And hopefully, you’ll be well enough to breed me properly.”
A/N : i finished this like an hour ago ! song is sweet boy my malcom todd
Content Warning(s) : NSFW, AFAB Reader, Gun Play, No Penetration, Outdoors Sex, Gun Humping, Slight Overstimulation, Established Relationship, Just Porn, 2.2k Words
Gods, you were so weird sometimes.
Don’t get it wrong, Lance knew what he was getting into when he started dating you — hell, he knew way before he even started pursuing you that you were a freak.
Even then, you never failed to shock him. Maybe that’s why he shouldn’t have been so surprised when you asked him how much he valued his guns — and how much he would be willing to risk so you could get your rocks off.
The first question was stupid. He loved his guns more than life, each and every one of them kept pristine and cleaned regularly. Even if it was a weird fixation, he couldn’t deny the grip they had on him ever since his first shooting game.
He also couldn’t deny that he had noticed you eye him down as he used them, he just never bothered confronting you about it. Part of him knew there was a reason you always begged to go hunting with him, it surely wasn’t for the outdoors.
Not that he minded, of course. You could’ve so much had asked and he would’ve put on a more racy show, just for you. But you seemed all-too satisfied with tracing the muscles of his arms as he reloaded his rifle or watching the way his legs flexed when he got into position, attention poured into the scope of the gun.
Well, if you were happy with it, who was he to judge? Though it was getting hard to ignore the way your eyes bore into him, the weight of your gaze making him hesitate and miss his mark.
With a heavy sigh, he turned to you, “Are you gonna keep staring? Or are you finally going to tell me why you insist on coming with me?” He watched you jump in shock, not expecting him to say something, “I mean, I appreciate that you’re hanging out with me, but I feel like you could be doing something more productive.”
You pouted, “Is it such a crime to want to watch my boyfriend as he works?” You got down from your perch on some random log, “Don’t worry about me, I promise I’m right where I wanna be.”
Lance humored you with a chuckle, “Sure, whatever ya’ say.” He stepped towards you, leaves crunching under his feet, “But if you’re just gonna sit there, at least help me with the gun.”
Being put on the spot, you sputtered, muttering about how you really didn’t know how to operate them.
“Not like that love, just get me a rag and clean it off, ‘s a bit dirty.” Even through his visors, you could tell he found your reaction amusing.
“Oh. Okay.” You looked to your side, the small bag he packed on the ground next to a tree.
You kneeled down, making sure to not touch the ground as you fished the cloth out of the side pocket. Just as you were about to get up, your eyes flicked to his face, hair just barely visible from under his ushanka.
Even without the rise and fall of his chest, you could see his heavy breathing, mouth open in heavy pants with sweat running down his chin.
Warmth pulsed through you, starting low in your gut and spreading to the very tips of your fingers, strong enough to make your balance falter and your knees plant themselves into the soft dirt underneath.
“Babe?” He exclaimed, slightly surprised at your sudden fall. He took the chance to aim the gun away from you and to the side of your head, while he trusted himself to be safe, there was still a bullet in there and he didn’t want to risk it. Call it paranoia, he called it basic gun safety.
You let out a noise, quick to reassure him. “I’m fine, just . . making sure I get it clean.”
With that, your fingers wrapped around the barrel of his gun, using the fabric as a barrier as you wiped down the metal. It was still slightly warm from its shot earlier, just enough for you to feel through the cloth.
Your eyes flickered from your hand to his face, watching his eyebrow raise when you pumped your arm, flicking your wrist slightly and rubbing the black gunpowder from the tip, fingers circling the opening.
You didn’t know much about guns aside from what you picked up on during his many rambles — but you were familiar with the motion. Or at least, something similar to it.
Dragging the rag down the wooden fore-stock, you ran your lidded eyes over his body before pressing a soft kiss to the wood, breath brushing against his fingers.
Judging by the way you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, your intentions were plenty clear.
“Seriously?” He asked, half out of breath, “You just had to make this weird.” Despite the harshness of his words, he made no move to pull back.
You brought your hand back to the tip of the muzzle, pinching the rag around it before standing back up, eyes not leaving his.
In a low tone you whispered, “You don’t mind getting your gun dirty again, do you?”
Lance swallowed the spit pooling on his tongue, “No. But if you break it you’re buyin’ me a new one.”
You smiled, “Fine by me.” You stood up, using the gun as leverage and pulling it down slightly, low enough to step over and slot between your legs. Sensing the tree behind you, you leaned back, letting it support your weight as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.
All you had to do was look up at him and he could tell what you wanted, eyes glistening with desire.
“Are you sure about this?” He questioned, watching as you bit your lip, looked down at the rifle, eager hands tugging at it until it grazed against your clothed pussy.
If you were being honest, you always wanted to do this, the friction-warm barrel pressing against you only affirmed your want.
“Mhm-hm,” you hummed, “I’m sure.”
With your confirmation, his finger moved off the trigger and onto the belly of the gun, supporting it with his hand. He pushed it forward until the opening was flush against the tree’s bark. Scratches be damned, he wasn’t going to let it misfire and hurt you.
He used his body to pin you against the trunk, the roughness scratching your back slightly through your clothes. It wasn’t enough to truly hurt, if anything, the slight sting made you hyperaware, suddenly realizing that you were technically in public.
Cold wind brushed against your skin, bringing goosebumps in their wake. The chill did nothing to dampen your arousal, if anything, it just made you more desperate.
Your hips bucked downward, pressing your cunt against the barrel of the gun and feeling your underwear cling to your clit.
Rolling your hips against it brought an addictive friction. Lance hardly had to do anything, just stand back and watch as you grinded yourself onto his beloved rifle.
He could see the way your pants dipped and morphed to the shape of your pussy, making way for the metal that sat so beautifully between your lower lips.
Your growing arousal dampened the fabric, just barely visible. He swallowed hard, deciding to help you by bringing the gun upward, pressing it harder against your sex.
Shape pleasure spiked through you and you had to bite back your curses. Reflexively your feet jumped up and you ended up on your heels, though it was easy for him to push back up, making sure you weren’t able to escape the pleasure that you asked for.
Your arms reached out to grip Lance’s shoulders, using him for balance as you sat all your weight onto the gun, leaning forward so the pressure was directed to your clit.
“F-fuckkk,” your voice trembled as you spoke. Your blunt nails dug into his clothes, pulling it tight against his arms.
He laughed at the way your hips stuttered, stuck between grinding back or pulling away. “Don’t back out now,” he whispered, his low tone sending shivers down your spine, “You’re the one who wanted this, didn’t you?”
You whined in response, “‘m not running away.” As if to prove you point, you rolled your clit against the barrel, the blunt protrusion of the scope pressed against your hole, sparks of pleasure shooting through you like electricity.
A keening gasp left your lips and you folded forward. If it weren’t for Lance’s arm catching you, you’re sure you would’ve fallen.
“Are you good?” He asked, the pressure on your pussy lessening as he lowered his arm just a smidge. His grip on your shoulder was firm, his body practically pinning you against the tree.
“I’m fine just-,” the loss of pleasure was immediate and you couldn’t help but buck your hips back onto the gun, chasing that euphoric friction, “just keep going, please.”
With a sigh he complied, pushing the gun flush against your cunt and watching you squirm before rolling your hips into it, chasing the sharp tingling. With hitching breaths you willing your spine straight, raising your head to look at Lance, who seemed just as debauched as you.
Despite not being touched, his heart still pounded in his chest, the heat of your body spreading to his.
Even if he thought you were weird at times, he’d be lying if he said you weren’t absolutely beautiful, moans spilling from your plush lips as you chased your orgasm, face flushed and eyes blown wide.
You looked gorgeous like this, desperately humping his gun and clutching onto him like a lifeline — like you’d die if you let go. His grip tightened around the gun, sweaty fingers almost slipping as he tilted it upwards, staring at you as you gasped.
He took the chance to lean forward, catching your lips in a kiss. You were quick to deepen it, moans sending vibrations through him as you pressed your tongue against his bottom lip, prompting him to slide his against yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, locking them behind his back and pulling him close. Your tongues met in the middle, giving each other small kitten licks as you sped up your grinding, that familiar knot building low in your stomach.
The metal barrel dug into your throbbing clit, and while there was a sight sting from the way your pants dug into your skin, it only served to amplify the feeling.
While you knew no one frequented these woods, just the thought of being outdoors brought a certain thrill to the perverted action, one that made your hips stutter, your hole clenching around nothing as you thought about what would happen if someone saw you like this.
Of course, with the way Lance’s body engulfed you, you doubted they’d noticed you, but that didn’t stop the idea from taunting you.
That pressure in your gut continued to build, and your head started to grow fuzzy from the lack of air. Your hands tapped on his back, letting him pull back and give you a second to breathe.
Though even then it was hard to — especially when Lance looked so breathtaking right now. His hat was shifted to the side, slipping and giving you a small peak of his hair. His lips were red-bitten, slick with spit and parted, huffing the same air as you.
Being so close, you could see his eyes behind his visor, slitted and half-lidded and hungry. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, the same one that was just brushing against yours.
The sight made you clench your gut, the action making the pleasure more intense.
“L-lance,” you moaned out his name, tilting your body forward and rolling your hips just right. Your fingers gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling it taunt as your orgasm coursed through you, zapping into you like a burst of lightning.
Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, threatening to draw blood as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hips stuck in rotation as you rode your high, too addicted to stop until it hurt.
The hunter gripped his gun tighter and pressed it harder against your pussy, leaning down to press a small kiss to your flushed face.
You fell forward, catching yourself on his shoulders and wincing at the way the barrel dug into your sensitive clit.
Your legs shook, balance slipping as a tingling sensation took over your limbs. Your hips were still moving, only weaker now. The overstimulation stung, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.
It wasn’t until Lance lowered the gun that the pressure released, your grinding pausing as you whined.
Both of you were breathing heavily, and all it took was a glance downward to see how turned on he was. The bulge of his cock was visible even through the thick fabric of his pants, the print practically taunting you with what could’ve been.
Call it greedy, but you couldn’t help but yearn for more despite your orgasm. You looked up at your boyfriend, lips pursed in a pout.
“Can we . . can we go home now?” As much as you loved him, you were starting to feel cold from the cooling sweat. Besides, you had things that you wanted to do to him — things that you would be damned doing outdoors.
He chuckled at you, “Sure love, but first-,” he pulled back to scoop his arms under your legs, picking you off your unsteady feet, “I need to clean my gun again.”
A/N : GUESS WHO FINALLY WROTE A FUCKING SOLO LANCE FICC IM SO SORRY MY LOVEE anyways song is sugar by brookhampton sorry for any mistakes wrote all of this high lol
Alright this is gonna sound insane but like stepbrother 007n7 but you guys actually aren’t related all all it was a lie to get outta trouble or something and than it just keeps snowballing till you’re calling him (step)brother/bro-bro in bed, whatever rolls off the tongue easier-
Sorry is that too crazy? I’m new to all this idk, 007n7 awoke something in me and I’ve been insane ever since- GRAH
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Fake-Brother!007n7 (Forsaken) x Reader
Content Warning(s) : NSFW, AFAB Reader, Dub-Con, Dom Reader, Pathetic 007n7, Dry Humping, Not Related, No Penetration, 'Brother' as Dirty Talk, Reader is a Weirdo, Sadomasochism, 2.2k Words
“But he’s my brother!”
007n7 remembers the first time you called him that, the lie falling from your lips as naturally as breathing.
Little kids were so cruel weren’t they? So full of malice with a face adorable enough to get away with it.
Not that he was cute, no, that was your role. He would do the trouble making — and you would come in like some sort of angel, flashing your smile to whoever had gotten onto him and making them melt at the sight of undeniable innocence.
It was perfect. Well, until that cuteness shifted into something more mature and his feelings of what was once innocent appreciation morphed into something real and sultry — and utterly unbefitting of someone who should be your ‘brother’.
“Come on, just this once?” You asked, voice in a high falsetto. He knew better than to believe you.
Even then, that didn’t stop him from sighing as he stepped aside, leaning on the doorframe with a disappointed expression on his face.
“How many times has it been?” He snided, the distaste in his tone audible, “You knew it’s never just once.”
Even you weren’t shameless enough to not get bashful, nails scratching awkwardly at the back of your neck. “I’m sorry 007n7, I promise I’ll find somewhere to stay soon. Just - can’t you forgive your sister again?”
There it was. A lie spoken as naturally as truth. A plea for help. A pathetic expression reminiscent of that of a helpless animal.
You knew what he was weak too — and you had proved time and time again that you weren’t afraid to use it against him.
“Fine,” he breathed, not able to stay mad at you for long. “But you need to pay up this time.”
Your eyes widened, not expecting the sudden catch. You were already inside, unpacking what little you were carrying to turn to him. “Ah- but, I don’t have any money . . .”
Another sigh. “I know, not like that.” He assured you, your mood brightening up instantly.
“Oh really? You should’ve started with that!” You beamed, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in, letting the door close behind him.
It wasn’t the first time he tried to scare you like that. “So what is it? Chores? An errand? Cleaning your room again? Seriously Sevs, you’re an adult now, you can’t keep relying on your sist-“
He sucked his teeth in irritation, cutting you off before you go off on the same spiel you always did. “That. I need you to fix that.”
Your smile dropped, arms slipping from his shoulders. “Huh? What do you mean?”
007n7 turned to you, face uncharacteristically serious. “I mean the brother-sister stuff. We’re adults now. You can’t keep pretending that I’m your brother.”
The moment his words kicked in, your expression soured. “So what? You were fine with it all these years, weren’t you? Why now?”
He stared at you incredulously. Were you seriously asking that? Did he really need to spell it out for you?
“Do you know how much it hurts?” He started, words falling before he could stop himself. “Do you have any idea how annoying it is to try to tell someone you’ve loved them for years - only for them to call you their brother?!”
He knew he sounded angry and he knew he shouldn’t be snapping at you, but even then he couldn’t stop himself.
“You were-,” 007n7 didn’t even know how to describe your face now, “you were flirting with me?”
Now it was his turn to be shocked. “You’re telling me — all this time — you didn’t notice . . ?”
The innocence in your eyes couldn’t be faked, nor could the guilty expression you held. “N-no? I’m sorry I-,” you trailed off, not knowing what to say.
007n7’s stomach swirled with regret. He shouldn’t have spoken. He shouldn’t have yelled at you. He shouldn’t have-
“Seven?” Your quiet voice broke him out of his thoughts. “If not that then-,” you paused, trying to swallow the cotton in your mouth, “then what do you want me to do? If you want me to leave then I’ll gladly-!”
“No!” 007n7 shouted, startling you in the process. “No, I . . I don’t want you to leave, I just . . I wish you treated me like . . I don’t know just . . not your brother.” He whispered the last part in shame, face red with fading anger and building embarrassment.
He was looking anywhere but you, head hung heavy in shame and flush spreading down his neck.
Looking back on it, you could see what he was talking about. Each lingering touch, each time you caught him staring when he thought you weren’t looking — part of you felt bad for being so oblivious.
But you weren’t one to linger in those feelings, and you weren’t going to let it ruin your relationship with 007n7.
Truthfully you didn’t know why he cared — brother, friend, lover, all of it was the same to you. But if it meant so much to him, you wouldn’t mind fabricating yet another lie.
After all, the two of you got along so well because you both shared the same amount of mischievousness, you were just better at hiding it.
“Alright then,” you said, voice as clear as day. Your eyes scanned the room, landing on the familiar couch not too far from the entrance where you stood.
“A lover? Is that what you want of me?” Your tone was accusatory, harsh enough to make his head snap back up towards you. His mouth opened as he tried to defend himself, though his words died in his throat.
You stepped forward, watching as 007n7 backed up to try to keep the distance between you.
You kept going, rambling to keep him from noticing that you were slowly heading him to the sofa. “Why did you never tell me? Why wait until now?”
He didn’t say anything, gaze too focused on you to catch himself before he crashed onto the cushion, a small noise leaving his lips from the fall.
“You know,” you drawled as you walked closer, now between his spread legs with no way for him to back up, “I would’ve done this much sooner if I knew.”
His eyes widened, almost comically so. The shock gave you an opening, and you used it to press your mouth to his, ignoring the way the chapped skin rubbed against your lips and the gasp he let out.
You pulled back, that familiar feeling of superiority settling low in your gut. There was always something so intoxicating about being in control.
Even as a kid you basked in this feeling, lying to adults and superiors because you knew you’d get away with it — just like how you knew you’d get away with it now.
And there it was. That flash of resignation and submission in his eyes, the same one that marred every face that looked at you the moment you learned how to pout your lips.
It was so . . utterly unlike him. 007n7 was never the type to submit, not to you. As odd as it was, you had been in this position more times that you could count — and part of you knew that you would never get this chance again.
Even now, you could tell he was close to losing it. His body shook under you, so small you would’ve had picked up on it if you weren’t so used to it.
Stuck between shock and anger and raw emotion, he stared at you, not blankly but unmoving.
Your hips, settled above his, ground downward, something sick growing in your stomach when you heard him gasp.
Not sick in a way that made you want to throw up, but one that made you crave more.
You could feel him grow harder underneath you as you continued to rub your ass against his cock, whether it was willing or not, it brought a twisted smile to your face.
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” You teased, voice light as if you weren’t adding fuel to the fire.
Truthfully, you knew you were digging yourself a deeper hole — you knew that if you kept pushing, the chances of you and him returning to what you were before would disappear.
You also knew that you couldn’t stop. Even if you willed yourself to, your mouth moved faster than your brain.
“What happened to me being your beloved ‘little sister’? Am I not cute enough anymore?” You sang the last part, lips pursing in a whine.
He took a sharp inhale and you could see the conflict he was going through.
“It’s okay,” you drawled, putting all your weight into his lap and grinding harder, “I can be a girlfriend just. as. well.”
You bucked onto him at the end of each word, watching his teeth grit in an attempt to silence his noises.
But that was hardly enough to stop you. If anything, it only encouraged you to keep going, hands finding themselves at his shoulders and pushing him down.
Both of you knew he could easily push you off and call it stop — to you, the fact that he didn’t was proof enough that he wanted this.
007n7’s face twisted with unwarranted pleasure, teeth baring in a growl. Despite how much he seemed to hate it, his fingers dug so hard into your hips it was as if letting go would make you disappear.
You were tempted to slap it away, blunt nails leaving painful crescents in your skin. The pain only made you grind harder, your masochistic side chasing it as if it was a punishment for your actions.
His cock bulged against the restraining fabric of his pants, practically begging to be let free. Precum damped the spot above his tip, and you had no intention to stop.
Eventually, he had stopped trying to hide it, gripping at your hips and thrusting upwards, holding you just to grind into you.
You met his thrusts with a roll of your hips, basking in the feeling of superiority.
The pleasure you felt was dull, amplified by the clenching of your gut when your eyes flickered back to his face.
His eyes clenched shut, as if pretending who you were would make what he was doing any better.
As cute as it was, you weren’t to keen on being ignored.
“What a pervvv,” you leaned down, lips grazing his ears as you whispered, “Was it so hard to stay my brother? Or were you just too desperate to get laid?”
He groaned and you could feel his cock twitch through the fabric. 007n7 finna broke his silence just to tell you to shut up, the words a heavy growl in the back of his throat.
“Stop talking,” he barked. You could hear the fragility through the malice. For a second, you debated laughing.
His grip loosened as he moaned out, throwing his head back against the couch. You took the chance to start grinding against him again, not giving him a chance to recover.
It didn’t take long for him to cum, almost catching you off guard by suddenly grabbing you and thrusting his hips upward. The action made you gasp, it wasn’t for the fabric, you’re sure he would’ve penetrated.
Pain bloomed from his hold on you, strong enough to stop your movements and hold you in place.
He breathed heavily, humping his cock onto you as his orgasm washed over him.
“How pathetic,” you spoke before you could stop, “Barely even did anything and you came? Do you always fuck girls this bad or-“
Whatever else you had to say was knocked out of you, back slamming against the couch and air being punched out of your lungs. You almost bit your tongue, cursing as your head ached with the impact.
“Shut. Up.” He all but spat, eyes blown wide and pupils lost in a sea of deep red iris. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?”
His hands caught your wrists and held them above your head. Post nut clarity hit him like a truck, second only to the guilt of what he just did.
“Me!?” You exclaimed, “What’s wrong with you!?” Words crawled up your throat as adrenaline pumped through you, “You’re the one who just dry humped his own sister!”
007n7’s eyes narrowed as if he was offended, “You are not my sister you aren’t even fucking related to me.”
He looked down at you, mind racing yet incomprehensible. He was always like this with you — helpless against your charms.
“You aren’t my sister,” he bit. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to convince you or himself.
His hand slipped from yours, still holding you down with his body weight as his hands trailed down, fishing his limp, cum slick cock out of his pants and resting it on your abdomen, watching your eyes widen in shock and disgust.
“And if I have to fuck it into you, I will.” The threat was clear, and so was the sight of his cock growing, rising off your body as it hardened.
“So go on,” he spurred, limbs shaking from nerves, “go ahead and try to act like my sister. But remember, what happens after is your fault.”
Bile rose at the back of your throat as he leaned down, tone dark and cold, “It’s about time you grew up and took responsibility for once — isn’t that right, little sis?”
A/N : kinda projected a bit? idk . . this is kinda shit but hey im tired . . anyways part 2 where he puts u in ur place if u want it lol !! ALSO THIS IS NOT RELATED TO MY NORMAL STEPBRO! 007N7 !!! different timeline okay . . my other stepbro! 007n7 is a digusting perv this is like. idk . . imposter . . SONG IS Jealou$y by the neighborhood its good :3
Wsp mootie, so I thought of the most crack induced idea and I need to tell you it 🥹
So skateboard and reader get high right? They fuck and BOOM accidental breeding because skateboard forgot the condom.
Do we fw this or not twin?
"Nothing left to bleed, you spent all your clarity."
Stoner! Skateboard (Phighting) x Reader
Content Warning(s) : NSFW, AFAB Reader, First Time High, High Sex, Use of Edibles / Weed, Dry Humping, Pussy Job, Penetration, Spitplay, Creampies, Just Porn, 2.6k Words
“How do you know if it kicks in?” You said, half woozy, melting into the soft mattress with your cheek smushed against the sheets.
You couldn’t tell if the dizziness was from the edible you split with him or the blood rushing to your head.
Skateboard only laughed at your question, “Oh you’ll know Sweetheart, you’ll know.”
Spit pooled on your mouth and you had to will yourself to swallow. The front of your head felt numb, like someone had slapped an ice pack to your forehead — an ice pack that weighed 100 tons.
He nudged you, though your nerves were too tingly to feel. You hardly even hear him talking to you, ears full of cotton and eyes clenched shut as you tried to ward away the chill creeping into your body.
If you could fall deeper into the bed you would. Your limbs felt coated in tar, barely moving no matter how much you commanded them to.
“Skateebooarddd,” you drawled, tongue heavy in your mouth, “‘m scared.” Your tone was flat despite your words.
“What are you scared of?” He asked as he crawled into the bed next to you, back against the wall and legs next to your head. “I thought you took these before?”
It took you a minute to process what he said, too focused on the fact you could smell the outside bog and a hint of sweat from his pants. A gurgle rose in the back of your throat, head shaking in denial, “Mhm-nhm.”
His eyes widened ever-so-slightly, a tinge concern in his voice, “Shit, you should’ve told me that,” he paused, squinting in consideration. “You’ll be fine.”
“You don’t sound sure of that,” you snipped back, before you could stop yourself. “What if I die. It’s all gonna be your fault.”
Skateboard laughed at you, waving off your concerns with a chuckled, “You’re not gonna die, you’re just gonna green out.”
He looked down at you, the angle letting you catch a glimpse of his eyes through his overgrown bangs.
You looked like a lost puppy, eyes lidded, mouth open slightly, gaze on his face as if you were trying to memorize every detail. He parted his legs slightly, hand tapping his thigh.
“Come here,” he invited, although with how fast you scrambled to his lap, it might as well have been a command.
A wave of dizziness hit you, making your balance falter and your head crash onto him.
His hands found themselves at your shoulders, pushing you back up and helping you settle down on one of his legs, “Careful love, take it slow.”
You squinted at him, “Do you not feel that?” Your sight swirled around you, head pounding and hands shaking.
The rumble of his chest was more satisfying than you’d like to admit, “I feel it — just not as much as you do.”
You whimpered, planting your face between his pecs and letting out a soft groan. His hoodie, although scented heavily with his sweat, smelled a lot better than his pants did.
The sound of your deep inhales was audible, enough to make the skater flush a little. “Enjoying yourself there?” He joked, making no move to stop you.
You let out a satisfied hum, digging your nose as far as you could. You hardly even noticed that you started to grind onto him, arms wrapped around the small of his waist and trembling slightly, just enough to press your body against his.
“Care-ful,” Skateboard’s voice broke as you curled into him, your warmth heavy on his body.
Your hums sounded more like moans, pitching up an octave at the end and close enough to send a shiver down your spine.
You were too dazed to notice the way your hips rut against his thigh, mindlessly chasing the pleasure as you rambled on in your head, mouth open to speak but nothing coming out but soft sighs.
Each little shift pressed you harder against his tense muscles, which while felt good, it felt almost too good — enough to make him doubt his ability to control himself.
“Hey - calm down, would you?” He rested his arm on your lower back, pressing down to stop your rutting. “You’re . . making it hard to think.”
A high-pitched whine left your lips, “But ‘m scareddd.” You used what little control you had over your body to push against the weak force, rutting against his thigh like your life depended on it.
Pleasure rolled through you like waves, your clit catching just perfectly on the edge of the fabric. Slick collected at your panties, soaking through them and leaving a small damp spot on your pants.
The friction was addicting, taking over your foggy brain and giving you something to focus on. You felt like you were melting, body moving in the single-minded pursuit of more.
As you did, your knee pressed hard against his crotch, slowly waking his cock up until he pressed against and leaked into the fabric of his underwear. He cursed lowly, breath hitching as he felt himself harden.
Fuck, it had been way too long since he last got any action. He was starting to feel the effects of the cannabis too, that lovely familiar haze falling over him and filling his mind with raunchy thoughts.
He couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for it though, not when you were practically asking for it.
“Baby,” he groaned, pleasure coursing through him. “Can you get off of me? Just for a second I promise.”
His tone was so sweet you couldn’t help but falter, eyes flickering up at him and catching his red-flushed face, eyes shaking and lips bitten.
“F-fine,” you slurred, voice frothy with spit you forgot to swallow.
Skateboard practically manhandled you, hands resting on the fat of your hips and flipping you over. Your back hit the soft mattress and half of your air got knocked out of your lungs.
A cough caught in your throat and he apologized softly, using his now freed hands to undo the buckle of his pants, finger stumbling before pulling them down and throwing them to the floor.
He’d pick it up later, right now, he was too focused on pulling his already leaking cock out of his underwear, pressing the tip against your damp shorts.
You raised your hips, pushing past the heavy blanket of fatigue to signal him to take your pants off.
Though rather than grip the hem of them, his hands pushed the fabric to the side, fingers hooking at the wet material and letting them catch the space between your labia and your inner thigh.
You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how the edge dug into your skin, not when Skateboard’s warm cock pressed against your already slick slit, pressing itself between your lower lips and resting there.
He could feel how wet you were, the slick collecting on the bottom of his length, soft lips practically inviting him in.
Likewise, you could feel the pulsing of his cock against your clit, hips bucking up and grinding against it, feeling the warmth slide against you.
He bit his lip, cursing as your eyes fluttered shut and your limbs sprawled out on the bed. As much as you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close, you couldn’t bring yourself to move your arms.
All you could do was whine in desperation, pressing your chest upward and hoping that he would notice your desire.
His hips took over your efforts, keeping up your pace and thrusting his cock against you, letting your puffy lips engulf his cock.
Each slide of his throbbing length against your hyper-sensitive clit made you shake, feeling as if all of your nerves had shut down to collect at your pussy.
He leaned down, catching your open lips in a kiss and you could taste the bitter tinge of weed.
His tongue tangled with yours, and before you could choke on your spit you could feel him suck it out of your mouth, pulling away with a string of spit connecting you to his smug smile.
It took you a second to realize what he did, cringing as you spoke, “You are - ngh - so weird.”
He chuckled above you, “But you love it, don’cha?”
The head of his cock caught on your hole, the tip popping in for just a second before pulling out and sliding against your clit.
Your mouth opened in a shaky moan, eyes widening as your breath caught on his name.
Skateboard took the chance to pull you into another kiss, all devouring and consuming. You felt yourself relaxing into it, giving him free will to do whatever he wanted to you.
The man took it in stride, using his long tongue to explore each corner of your mouth and sucking your excess spit into his mouth.
You felt his suck around your tongue one last time before pulling back with a grin, leaving you gasping for air.
Before you could even close your mouth, he parted his lips and let the combined spit dribble back into your mouth, leaving you no other choice but to swallow it unless you wanted to choke.
It was degrading, and if you were in the right state of mind you’d probably be disgusted in both him and yourself. But as you were you could hardly care, too focused on the tingling of your limbs and the building pleasure spreading through your body.
You were sure you were going to cum from this alone, nerves stood on end as he rubbed against your clit.
He wasn’t any better, cock leaking precum all over your pussy, mixing with your slick and leaving a sloppy mess. He knew he should stop, that he should keep it at this before he loses himself and goes any further.
If he was being honest, he was still conscious, way more than you were anyways. The difference in tolerance made him chuckle, the sight of you greening out underneath him so reminiscent of his own first time it made him nostalgic.
Even if he wasn’t high off the weed, his arousal was just as strong — as if, he was no better than you, hips moving on instinct and overcome with the need to fuck.
That animalistic desire muddled his brain, far more than any amount of drugs could.
The next time his cock caught against your hole, he couldn’t stop himself from sliding in, using the lube to bottom out in one swift motion.
Your loose muscles tightened around him, though it wasn’t enough to hurt. He let you a low growl, your constricting walls making him bare his teeth.
“Relax.” He groaned, hand sliding to the back of your neck and holding you up as he caught you in another kiss, this time slow and gentle, trying to coax you to let your guard down.
It worked better than he thought it would, your pussy adjusting to him almost immediately. Your arousal left you pliant, melting into him like putty.
The heat was overwhelming. Sweat prickling at your skin and wicking on your clothes. It was both too much and not enough, mind blanking out as you realized the man could do anything to you and you’d be okay with it.
You trusted him to take care of you — you wouldn’t have agreed to get high with him if you didn’t.
Willing yourself to relax, you breathed out all the air from your lungs, whimpering weakly into the kiss as your muscles untensed and you put all your focus into feeling rather than fighting.
“That’s it,” he cooed as he watched you, parting to let you breathe, “just let me take over.”
He wasted no time to thrust in and out of you, trying to be gentle but not able to stop himself from picking up the pace, moving more on instinct than purpose.
Praises slipped from his mouth almost naturally, “So good for me. Like a little doll.”
His tender tone made you moan, the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls making your stomach twist in desire.
You were going to cum soon, and you didn’t even need to say it. The pulsing of your pussy and the way your moans hitched up in the back of your throat was enough for him to know, hips snapping up faster as he chased his own release.
He wanted to cum with you, limbs tingling with energy and excitement as he got lost in the way your walls gripped him, practically molding into his shape.
It was addicting, almost as much as the drug itself. Hell, right now he felt like he could give it up if it meant he’d get a taste of your pussy everyday.
But then again, there was no harm in having both, mind already trailing off to ‘next time’. If he could even will himself to pull out of you.
Fuck, he cursed to himself. He needed to pull out. The coiling knot in his stomach and the tightening of his balls was a warning, his orgasm imminent.
He knew he had to stop, to part from your terrible additive pussy and cum outside.
But he couldn’t. No matter how many times his brain repeated it he couldn’t bring himself to.
Not that you would notice, too fucked out and focused on the pleasure that dared to consume you, your body falling deeper and deeper into the pit of gratification.
“S-skate-!” Your voice was pitchy and unrecognizable, toes curling and nails digging into the fabric of the sheets as you orgasm rushed into you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jaw clenched and teeth grinding as you climaxed.
It was stronger than you’d ever felt, enough to make your tongue press against the back of your teeth until you parted your lips and let it fall from your mouth, opening up to a moan.
The skater wasn’t far to follow, baring his teeth at how tight your pussy got before bottoming out, driving himself as deep into you as he could before curling over and coating your walls in his cum.
You could feel each and every throb of his cock, spurts of warm seed filling out up and leaving you warm and floaty.
Your mind was blank, half conscious as the weed’s effects peaked and sleep lured you in like a wanting lover.
“Skate . . ,” you whimpered weakly, “don’t leave.”
Even through the fog of his orgasm, his mind caught on your words, eyes flickering to your face as he took you in.
Your eyes were closed, still twitching from your orgasm but more relaxed than he had ever seen you.
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, even as he cock softened inside of you and your cum soaked walls pulsed around him.
“I won’t,” he assured.
Those words were the last thing you needed before exhaustion took over you, your mind blissfully blank and your limbs limp.
He knew it wasn’t long before he followed, and true to his word, he didn’t even bother to pull out before falling to the side, curling around your body and pressing his face to your sweaty shirt,
His refusal to pull out was also partly due to his laziness, not exactly wanting to get up and deal with cleaning up right now.
Part of him knew it’d be annoying to wake up to and that you’d get mad at him for being so careless. But he’d worry about it when it came, that wasn’t a problem for right now.
Still, even as his eyes fluttered shut and his breath evened out to match yours, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, preparing himself for the foreseeable annoyance.
“Fuckkk, I should’ve used a condom, huh?”
A/N : nghh skateboard i need u im rubbing my buhhhhuuutttt anyways song is girl like me by pink okay bai
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