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benzendrine-nosebleed · 27 days ago

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The Bats and The Rams: 7 Minutes In Heaven

AYYY I've got another banger oneshot for you guys!! I wrote this around Halloween and never got around to publishing it. I honestly have barely any recollection of writing this because I was absolutely wasted, but I hope you love it as much as me (finding it like 3 months later) love it! "Ted throws a Halloween party, and you get stuck in a closet with the Ram that's been eyeing you up all night." Schlatt x Reader, Totally 18+, 3134 Words

It was getting later into the night at the house party Ted threw. He rented out an Airbnb, and he was going to have to be paying a cleaner’s fee for sure. Since he was the oldest of the friend group he could do so, while mostly everyone else was just shy of 20. Drinks had been poured, jello shots had been taken, and the few trying to test their luck were in the middle of the basement floor, spinning an empty vodka bottle someone had used for the punch. There were 8 or 9 people around when Schlatt spun the bottle, his nervousness hidden well behind the blue turtleneck he was wearing, and the horns pushed his hair into his eyes enough to hide the furrowing as he watched the bottle intently. He was been eyeing you all night, hoping this would be the moment he had a chance. The bottle landed on you, and you weren’t disappointed. He was quite charismatic when he wanted to be, flashing a perfect smile when he knew you were looking, trying to impress his guy friends when you were in the same room.

“Well, I’ll start the time when we close the doors on you guys,” a girl said, standing up and practically running to the closet door to open it.

Schlatt stood up nervously, a smile creeping onto his face as he walked closer to you. You could smell the cologne he was wearing. It was fresh, somewhat woodsy, and spicy. He caught up with your step, turning to you once you both reached the door. You smiled at him, feeling the flush on your face reaching deep beneath your skin. He held his hand out, letting you walk into the larger closet first, and you looked around. It was carpeted, and a blanket or two were on the floor, undisturbed thus far by awkward people not doing anything other than maybe a kiss or two. Once he followed you in, the door closed, and the girl yelled, “Alright, seven minutes!”

By the time she had finished yelling that, Schlatt had his hands on your waist. “I was hoping it’d be you,” He said, his hands gently swaying your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling drunkenly. “Yeah? You wanted me, huh?”

A small laugh escaped him. “Yeah, you’re , you’re somethin’ else,” He pulled you closer to his own hips, swaying along with you. He leaned his head down, shoving his face into yours, as you pressed back against him. Fireworks were going off between you, and after a moment’s notice, his hands were moving up and down your body, but your hips still rocked together, pressing harder and harder, trying to feel what was behind his pants. His hands came back down to cup your ass, and one hand slip down to your thigh to pull your leg up and around his waist. You obliged, wrapping it around him. The kisses were growing feverish, desperate, and your hips moved to grinding rather than swaying now.

He pulled away and began to leave bites down your neck, (Fitting, you were dressed as a vampire) and leaving marks as he sank his teeth in. You moaned softy, running your fingers into his hair, feeling the headband that was holding his horns on. You tossed them off, and felt as Schlatt moved the hand from your thigh to your top, pulling it down to expose you, and dive face first in. His mouth moved to kiss your breasts, sucking softly, and he squatted down to suck gently on your nipple. His hand kneaded the other tit, his thumb gently caressing the nipple his tongue wasn’t on. You were stuck there for a moment, lost in the bliss, waiting for your turn to begin pleasing him. He took his time though, worshipping your skin. “Fuck, y’ taste so fuckin’ good,” He’d moan out between soft suckles and some nibbles, switching which breast he would tongue tease. Your fingers worked in his hair, softly pulling it as you began to feel your need to return the favor growing.

Finally it reached a point where he kneeled down to begin worshipping your thighs when your own desire grew to be too much. You knelt down with him, moving to keep a hand on him in the darkness as you pushed him back to sit down. You crawled on top of his legs, and began kissing him again feverishly. You pulled down the collar of his turtleneck, nibbling softly at the soft flesh of his neck. He groaned, moving his hands to your waist again. As you began to peel his turtleneck up, you could hear the girl out there yelling, “You’re halfway done!”

“Fuck, I’m not gonna be done with you in that long,” Schlatt moaned out. “We’re gonna need to find a bedroom so we can really, really have some fun. You pressed a line of sloppy kisses down his chest, stopping between each to agree with him. “I need more of you baby, more than what I’ll get in here.” His hands quickly moved to undo his belt, shimmying against the wall to pull his pants down enough to give you access to him.

“Can I?” You asked politely, like there was some formality left with being shoved in the closet, drunk, and attempting to hook up. Before he could answer you moved your hand to his boxers, well tented and damp already. His cock was begging for attention, just like he had been earlier... but he it needed to be you. You pulled his waistband down, taking him in your hand, and gently stroking it as he shifted again, pathetic whimpers immediately escaping his mouth as you took over. You reached his belt line with wet sloppy kisses, and immediately moved your mouth to the head , giving it a long, torturous lick so you could hear those beautiful moans again. “I think I’m going to need some more time too,” you giggled, your eyes having adjusted to the darkness well enough to see his face twist with pleasure.

Your mouth moved back to his stiff length, giving it another torturous lick, just enough to get it lubed up to glide your hand up and down him effortlessly, them moving to wrap your lips around him. His hands had no idea what to do anymore: they wandered across his head, your head, your neck, the floor, he was trying so desperately to hold onto anything to ground himself while your tongue worked on sending him to heaven. His body arched involuntarily into your mouth, shoving himself down your throat, almost to the point of gagging. As you pulled his length out and stroked his cock, you shifted your legs to be between his, spreading his out far enough for you to kneel between them to have a better angle at his crotch. “Gah-ahd damn,”He moaned out, completely at your mercy now. His hands finally rested in your hair, gently tugging you down to him again, which you happily obliged.

“One Minute!” The girl yelled out, a shrew of laughter coming from the other room.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “I’m not done yet, we’ve just started...”

Schlatt pulled you up off of him by your hair gently. “Pull your shirt up, we’re taking this somewhere where we can keep going,” He let go and began working his own pants back up, buttoning them and pulling his shirt down. We listened as the group outside the door cawed at the 30 second mark. Schlatt stood up, pulling you up with him. He grabbed your hand sharply, and opened the door fast enough to catch someone else from the group listening in on the other side of the door. He stormed past her as she fell over, pulling you with determined strides up the stairs to where some of the bedrooms were located. “C’mon toots,” he spoke, leading the way faster than you could keep up. As you both moved up the stairs, the party moved around you, people walking up and down the stairs, drinking in the open spaces, lights flickering from the bonfire outback in the firepit came through the windows while music flooded the space between the painted bodies.

Schlatt strode to the bedroom at the end of the upstairs hall, which was empty, other than a duffel bag of clothes and the furniture. He pulled you in, practically slamming the door behind you, and locking it with a satisfying, ‘click!’ While you took in what had just happened, Schlatt picked you up, and walked to the bedside, tossing you onto the pile of blankets and pillows. He climbed on top of you, pinning you down. “Y’ ready for more?” He asked.

“Uh-huh,” You smiled, feeling as his hands pressed your wrists down into the bedding.His body loomed over you while he leaned into your face, ferociously consuming your lips with his own. He kissed hard and fast, his hips began grinding against yours as he settled his weight onto you. You could feel his hips shift so they were parallel with yours, his cock grinding against you again. While he kissed into you, one of his hands moved to pull your top down again. “Y’know don’t think that this is just gonna be a one time thing, Honey. I’m gonna make you mine, and I only wanna see you like this.” He massaged your tit again, while his other hand kept you pinned still. You took this opportunity to move your hand back down to his pants, rubbing the damp bulge shrouded by his pants. He growled as you applied gentle pressure, the friction of the fabric was too much for him to bear. As you unbuttoned his pants and worked your fingertips past the boxers again to grab his soft flesh, his own hand moved from your tit to your core, gently running his fingers past the velvet skirt.

He lifted the skirt enough to give his fingers access, moaning while he explored you. “Fuck, y’ look so good in a skirt, but you’re gonna be so goddamn hot when I’m using ya.” He slid his fingers through the web of the fishnet to your panties, slipping them aside while he slid his fingers across your slit, already soaking wet from his foreplay. He gently ran a finger through the folds, exploring them as he worked to the entrance, refraining from slipping a finger in, though you could feel how his fingers wanted to bend right into you. He was having too much fun teasing you like this, getting you hot, bothered, and lost in the feelings he had building in himself all night. While your hand worked against his hard cock, the tip slick with precum, he couldn’t help but huff out a low gruff.

“Jay, fuck,” was all you could muster out as he quickened his pace along you, eventually sliding a finger into you. You could feel your core tighten with each press of his finger into you.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaked, ain’t ya?” He pulled his finger out, hastily moving to sit up on top of you as he finished undoing his pants, and slid then to his thighs, his boxer briefs trailing just above his pants. He took his stiff length into his hand as he worked himself. He looked down at you, looking back at him doe-eyed at the masterpiece he was. He practically was fucking his hand with how desperate he was to blow off the tension from the party. “I’m not gonna let ya cum just yet, I wanna feel that pretty little throat of yours first, then I’ll make ya cum for me.”

He shifted his hips forward and pressed the tip to your lips, half-pinning you down as his thighs straddled your arms. You wrapped your hands around the back of his thighs as you let him into your mouth, the slight saltiness of the precum being a welcome surprise while your tongue wrapped around his cock like a lollipop. You slowly worked at your own pace, taking in a couple inches of his length. He rested one hand on top of your head, the other one on his lower back. “You feel so fuckin good like this baby, I love seeing you suck me off.” He slowly worked your head down to take more of his length, eventually bringing your head as far as he could, shoving your nose right above the base. He held you there for a a second or two while he exhales a long moan. Once he pulled you away, you could feel that his cock had stretched your throat out, and you coughed a couple times from the gag reflex. You looked up at him looming over you, he smiled, that stupid fucking smile made you crave him more. It made you want to perform the unholiest of things to him, and to have him do so to you. A small chuckle escaped him while he stroked his cock, now slick with your saliva. “Mmkay, now we can have some real fun. Y’ ready?”

As you blinked away the tears in your eyelashes, you replied, “Uhhuh.” He lifted himself off of you, allowing you to breathe fully again, and he settled onto the bed next to you, his back to the headboard. “C’mere baby, let’s start like this. I wanna see you riding me.”

You sat up, and brought your leg over his, straddling himself at full, throbbing attention. “Jay, I’ve never been on top-“

“That’s okay,” He put his hands on your thighs, “I’ll help guide you.” His sudden softness and assurance made you feel better about your first time riding. He moved one hand to his length, and helped guide it to you, begging for him to fill it. “We can take it slow to start too so you can get a feel for it, mmkay?”

“Okay,” You breathed out, rolling your hips to line the tip up, and gently lowered yourself down, taking in part of him before moving back upwards. Him entering you even just this much, felt heavenly. As you slowly worked himself into you, he leaned his head back, his hands on your hips tightening with each movement. “Jay, fuck... fuck you feel really, really good,”

“Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good too...” He growled out, his hands continuing to guide you up and down his cock. Your hips rolled, stirring him inside of you, and you couldn’t tell anymore where his guidance ended and you own rhythm began. You definitely could feel his hands on your hips though keeping you from going too far up and slipping off of him. “So... so fuckin’ good...” He leaned his head forward again, his gaze shifting from him fucking you, to your tits, to y our face, contorting with pleasure. Although you felt mildly embarrassed to see that he was watching you, like this, there wasn’t much you could do to stop the feeling, the motions, the rampant pleasure coursing in your veins. As you began to find the perfect speed to bounce on him, he pulled a hand from your hip and wrapped it around your neck.

His mouth was partially agape as used his hand as leverage to bring you down to him, pressing his entire length into you. He buried his face into your tits while you gasped, the full length of him shoved so deep into you felt so incredible. He showered your chest with nibbles, kisses, and sucked hickeys into them while his other hand began to move your hips against his, grinding them together, pressing every which way inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “Mmmm, my god,” You spoke through gritted teeth. He pulled away after a few moments, and pressed into your face, kissing you before you could speak another word. His hand moved back to your hip, changing your pace from grinding to bouncing again. He started softly, then quickened his pace after feeling how slick you still were, how you tightened around him each time you reached his tip.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby,” He moaned out, looking down at his hands while he kept fucking you. “You keep tightening around me like that I’ll fuckin cum in you.”

“Please, please Jay,” You smiled back.

He nodded, his mouth wide open. It slowly turned into a smile as he continued to speed up, bouncing you up and down on him, your own body trying to keep up with his hands guiding you. He even thrusted his own hips into you, continuing to fuck up into you with panted breaths and slurred words. You whimpered, lost in the sensation of his cock raking against your clit, the array of gentle and harsh sensations bringing you to climax a few seconds before he slammed you down the entire length of his cock, his hips slamming into your ass as he poured into you. He cried out a string of “Oh fuck, fuck baby, god, fucking,”’s as his hips jerked his cock down to the base in you, making sure your belly was full of his cum. Sweat poured down his face as he looked up, his hands leaving impressions in your thighs. He shot back against the headrest, panting heavily. He slowly lifted you off of him, being gentle to the sensations bring on overdrive.

You could barely hold your own weight up and collapsed on the bed next to him, panting heavily, rhythmically with his own. Moans seep out of you with each exhale, still riding out the high. He lays there, folding his arms above his head as he recovers. You can hear his orgasm rake through him in waves as well, grunts escaping his with each clench of his stomach. Nobody moves for a few minutes, the sounds of the raging party filling the void in what would otherwise be a quiet, oasis of a room.

“Hey,” Schlatt spoke out, his voice hoarse.

“Yeah?” You reply quizically, lifting your face to meet his gaze down at you.

“That was amazing,” he smiled. One of his hands moved to stroke the hair out of your face. “You’re amazing.”

You smile sweetly, the last of the pale foundation for your vampire costume covers the blush of your cheeks. “You too, I loved that, that was really, really fun.” You pull yourself closer to him, resting your head on his chest, letting his arm sink in between your neck and the bed. He turns over, wrapping his other arm around you.

As you both lay there, listening to the party continue to blaze on, all you can focus on the ram in between the sheets.

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