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thegirlfromwky · 1 year ago

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Salvation -Pt.1- (Kenny McCormick x OC)

Not having friends never really bothered Sam, but when her mother calls with some bad news, she realizes how lonely she really is...

!!!(TW: Neglect, Mommy issues, Strong language)!!!

(NOTE: Characters are aged up to be seniors in high school! This is based on a Sims 4 save I've been playing!)

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Sam jumped out of her seat and slung her backpack over her shoulder, rushing out of the small classroom as soon as the bell dismissed her.

It was Friday afternoon, and while most students were rushing to exit the school, Sam speed-walked further into it. The sound of her peers making weekend plans with their cliques faded into the background of her mind as she only thought of one thing...

The new series of books in the library. They were brand new, having just been purchased by the school. They probably even still had that new book smell!

As the thoughts of fresh, crisp pages and a quiet night in under the light of a reading lamp filled her brain, she was suddenly sent tumbling onto her ass after walking right into something.

"Ow...fuck" she cursed, scrambling to pick up her backpack and the textbooks she was carrying.

"Hey, watch- Oh shit, it's a girl. You okay..?" a voice asked above her. She looked up, surprised. She hadn't even considered that the thing she had run into was a person; she assumed it was a wall or something.

Instead, a boy with messy golden blonde hair and concerned blue eyes peered down at her. He wore an orange hoodie and baggy ripped jeans with black sneakers. Sam felt herself blush, realizing she was staring.

But...he was staring too. His wide eyes searching hers for any sign of pain or anger. Just then, he held out his hand to her, offering to help her up. And with an embarrassed gulp, she took it, placing her smaller hand gently in his. It's warm and his flushed skin is softer than she would have assumed.

For the first time ever, she is self-conscious about her chipping red nail polish.

As gently as possible, he pulls her to her feet and she brushes the dirt from her black pleated skirt. The boy hurriedly bends down and picks up her things, handing them to her.

"So, um...you in a hurry or something?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Her face warmed up all over again.

Fuck.

'I can't tell this guy I'm hurrying to pick up a book! I'll sound like a loser!'

"U-Um I was just on my way to my locker. Trying to get the hell out of here...heh..."

He smiled an amused and undeniably handsome smile, his eyes sparkling like sunlight on the ocean.

"Yeah, I feel that. Uh, I'm Kenny, by the way..."

"Sam..." she replied with a nod, holding her books against her chest.

"Kenny! Hurry up, asshole! We're playing Xbox at Kyle's!" a voice called. Sam glanced behind Kenny to see it belonged to a chunky, slightly shorter boy in a red coat. Two other boys were standing with him, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. A guy with a green hat is glaring at the one who yelled, and another with a brown coat is looking at his phone, not even paying attention.

"Coming, fatass..." Kenny grumbled, quiet enough that the other guy apparently did not hear him, before turning back to Sam.

"Hey, um, I gotta go but..." he began, pulling a scrap piece of paper from her binder and a pen from his pocket and scribbling something down quickly.

"Text me sometime...okay?" he finished, winking and shoving the pen back in his pocket before hurrying over to his friends. The chunky guy gave Sam a weird look as they all walked away towards the exit, but she didn't even notice. She was too consumed by what had just happened, and too busy staring at the messy black ink scrawled on her notes.

A phone number...a boy's phone number. A cute boy.

Carefully, she took the page and folded it up, placing it in a zip pocket of her backpack so she wouldn't lose it. With a cursory glance around, she snuck off to the library.

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Later that evening, after indulging in a few chapters of her new book, she sat at her desk, her notes and textbooks spread out in front of her. As her eyes trailed down the pages of notes, doing their best to transplant the information into her brain, she stopped suddenly. Under one of her bullet points was the black ink Kenny had scrawled on the page. The number.

She tried to get on with her studies and read past it, but found herself lingering on it, imagining what she would say if she were to text him. The thought filled her with anxiety. She never texted people first. In fact, she hardly ever texted people period. But there was no way around it; she had to. He couldn't exactly make the first move without knowing her number in return.

She took a deep breath and, with all the courage she could muster, grabbed her phone from her desk drawer.

She opened the texting app, determined to send the first message before she lost her nerve, when suddenly the screen lit up on it's own.

'Mom' it read, vibrating in her hand.

"Mom? At this hour?" she mumbled, tapping the button to accept the call.

"Samantha? It's mom...how are you?"

A mother's voice is something that should be comforting. It should make you feel safe and happy, especially if your mother happens to almost never be at home. But hearing her mom over the phone made Sam feel...nothing, really. She cared for her mother, but honestly, she couldn't remember the last time she had even seen her. Her mother didn't know her...she didn't even know her daughter hated being called by her full first name.

"Hey, mom. I'm fine, just doing some homework..."

"Good! That's good honey...so you're doing well in school, then? High marks?"

"Straight A's, just like always"

"My smart girl. I'm proud of you, Samantha"

That should have made her happy. It didn't.

An awkward silence filled the air for a few beats before her mother cleared her throat and spoke again.

"Er, pumpkin, I...may have some bad news"

"Okay?"

She sighed.

"Work is going to take longer than expected, and...I won't be home for Christmas this year, sweetheart"

As indifferent as Sam was about her mother, she did feel her heart drop a little at this. Her mom had always made sure to be home for Christmas, making peppermint hot chocolate for them and bearing gifts from different states and countries. That was the one thing they had together. Their one tradition.

"Oh."

"Oh, Sammy, I'm so sorry! I would get away and come home if I could but there is just no way this year! I promise we will do hot chocolate and presents the second I come home in January, though!"

She hated 'Sammy' almost as much as her actual name.

"Okay..."

"I-If you get lonely, grandma can always fly in to spend Christmas with you! Should I call-"

"N-No, mom. No, it's fine. I'm okay. I promise..." she said, a little too quickly to be convincing. Her mother was silent for a long moment.

"I'm going to send extra money the week of Christmas. Get yourself whatever you want, sweetie"

Suddenly, there was a stern male voice in the background.

"O-Oh, um, yes sir. Be right there...Samantha, my break is over but...I will try my best to call again soon, okay? Promise. I love you..."

"Love you too, mom"

The call ended, and Sam was left in the heavy silence of her bedroom, dark except for the lamp on her desk. When the call screen went away, the blank text box popped back up. Mocking her, she felt.

She clicked off her phone and plugged it in for the night. She'd lost the nerve to send that text.

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Ello! I've only recently gotten into South Park and this is my first time writing a fic for it. Hope it's not too ooc!

#south park #sp kenny #south park fic #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #south park kenny #kenny x oc

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thegirlfromwky · 1 year ago

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My SP Character

Name: Samantha Harper (Sam)

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Age: 17

H/C: Brown (dyed bright red)

E/C: Blue

Height: 5'1"

Interests: Reading, Rock music, Gaming, Nature, Baking

Likes: Cute animals, Sweets, Kenny <3

Dislikes: Loud noises, Spicy food, The dark

Bio: She likes her quiet time and tends to stay away from people. Her father isn't in the picture, and her mother often leaves her home alone for months at a time to go away on business. They aren't close, but they get along and all the working her mother does is for Sam's sake, so she is grateful to her mother and understands. Unfortunately, this means she is lonely a lot. All she has is her pet hamster, Toast. Not having friends never really bothered her...not until her mother calls with bad news.

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High.

Mysterion x F!reader

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➟ warnings: NSFW, aged up characters, mysterion as a villain!

➟ synopsis: "i need a partner, well, are you out tonight?"

➟ pairings: Mysterion x F!reader

ASF ━┅ ✦ "𝐰𝐡𝐲’𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡?“ ⬥݄ᨗ≻ "i'll have you to myself" ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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I was on a mission with Stan and Kyle.

I yawned, since I hadn't slept well yesterday and even less this morning, due to the mission.

"Y/N, is everything alright?" Asked the red haired man, approaching me.

"Yes, I just haven't been sleeping very well lately." I replied giving him a weak smile, which he welcomed as he smiled back.

"We're just going to take those little guys to the meeting point we've scheduled and everything will be fine so we can go home" said the hero, pointing to the two men being held by Stan.

Both of them had tried to rob the town's bank, but had been unsuccessful, since the three of us were on patrol in that area.

"Yes, my back is killing me" I said and looked up, feeling my sensitive side pick up on something.

I looked up at one of the mid-towers they had nearby, seeing Cartman sitting up there, sucking on a popsicle.

Loose.

"Look who's up there!" I pointed to the individual who noticed the attention on him and waved.

Kyle laughed and sent him the middle finger, making fun of the other hero. Cartman did the same, presumably cursing the man.

I rolled my eyes laughing at the two, soon having my attention drawn by the ringing of my cell phone.

"What the fuck..." I said sullenly, I didn't like answering the phone in the middle of a mission, even if it was all over.

Already imagining who it could be, I just answered the call.

"Hey baby" Kenny's voice caused a short circuit inside me, and without realizing it I had looked around to see if anyone had heard his voice besides me.

Which was impossible.

Stan led the way with Kyle after I waved my hands and pointed at my cell phone, demonstrating that I was busy.

"Kenny! Why are you calling me?" I asked, leaning against a store window, speaking as low as possible.

"Where are you? I came here to see you but I've been alone for almost 10 minutes" said the man, with a hoarse voice than usual, letting out a little laugh out of nowhere.

"Kenny, are you okay?" he looked confused, looking around once more.

"I'm waiting for you here, don't take long" he said, without even answering my question

"Okay, I'm already going home anyways" i said, pulling away from the wall and hanging up the call before he said anything else.

Serious? this time of morning?

I rolled my eyes, followed quickly to my two mission companions, who were much further ahead, almost turning a corner.

As soon as we handed over the bandits to the police, everyone went their separate ways.

Kyle scheduled us to go out this week, which I agreed, I loved hanging out with him, we always went to nice places and he was extremely pleasant company.

I entered my building and saw that the reception was empty due to the time.

I entered the elevator and was soon on the roof of the large venue. I took my key out of my pocket and I wondered how Kenny came in, if not through the front door.

I unlocked the door and pushed it open, walking into the house and feeling my shoulders relax.

It was so good to come home and hear that silence.

As soon as I turned and looked into the room I saw Kenny standing in the center of it, the man walked towards me, and I instinctively took a step back.

"What are you doing here?" I got straight to the point, I was too tired to talk.

"Arrested many villains today, H/N?" he asked with one of his hands in his pocket, while the other went to my face.

"No side conversation Kenny, what do you want?" I asked tipping my head on my side.

But i returned to the previous position, after the man's hand went down to the back of my neck and brought me close to her.

"Isn't it obvious?" Asked rubbing our lips, making me gasp.

The clear smell of drink and marijuana was remarkable, they were not so strong but they existed.

"Perhaps" I replied, glazed on the man's lips.

Kenny laughed and his hands moved for the second time, going directly to my neck. He squeezed the place, making me raise my head even more, and a weak sigh escaped from my mouth.

"I want to fuck you so much" said the blond-haired one kissing my shoulder gently, running his tongue through my jaw, stimulating a side of me that pulled out a moan from the bottom of my throat.

Our eyes met in a fraction of a second and in the other Kenny had already pulled me into his lap, attacking my neck without hesitation.

Moans and gasps escaped me without me even thinking, while his mouth did damage to my collarbone and neck.

The overcoat I wore due to the cold at dawn had already been thrown on the floor for a long time, so my heroin outfit was sampled.

"You look very hot in this uniform" he said between his kisses and hickeys, sitting on the couch with me on his lap, and I only realized that at that moment, since I was totally absorbed in his stimuli.

"Do you like it?" I asked laughing weakly, moving my hip over his apparent erection.

"Yes... a lot" he said and held me in his arms, leaving my body more glued to yours.

My hands went to the back of his neck and I repeated his act of touching our lips to each other, but this time Kenny took them for himself.

His kiss became more and more contagious and full of lust. My waist made front and back movements on top of him, and because of that brief and almost inaudible moans came out of his lips.

I pulled his lower lip, biting it between my teeth, then loosening it and licking my own, lubricating them.

Kenny smiled sideways throwing me on the couch and getting up, standing in front of me. One of his hands called me up, which I did without blinking.

In quick movements and without any fail, the man turned my back on me and made me kneel on the couch we were sitting on before. I opened my mouth in shock, feeling one of his hands beat against my ass, while the other held my hip.

I squeezed my eyes repressing a moan.

A sound similar to a laugh came out of Kenny's mouth, who had his hands on the zipper of my costume. The blonde pulled him to the end of my back and lifted my torso with one of his hands.

I laid my head on his shoulder, seeing his face next to mine, after leaning slightly.

His hands were still working, slowly removing those clothes from my body, I just helped him with the end but soon he was on all fours for himself again.

"K-kenny..." I dropped his name in a breath, because of the anxiety

His hands fingered my cunt that pulsed to feel him, scratching my thigh with his digits on purpose.

I bit the upholstery of the back of the sofa, repressing any sound that wanted to come out of my mouth.

Another moan escaped after I felt one of his fingers invade me. I bit my own lip, doing it stronger than expected after his second finger was inside me.

Kenny didn't move them, he just kept them there, as if he tortured me.

For God's worth! He can only be joking!

I thought frustrated, moving my hip against his fingers, but to my surprise this did not last even two seconds, since his tongue went through the entire length of my intimacy.

"Fuck!" This time I had not been able to hold my satisfaction.

Kenny did the same several times. I danced my pussy over his face, and soon I felt a suction under my clit, which used to begged for attention and was now having it.

"Relax." his voice came out muffled, his hot breath immediately beating against my vagina.

I rolled my eyes with pleasure after a shiver running through my body, soon laying my forehead on the upholstery, gasping and moaning low, while the erotic noises of him sucking me echoed through the room.

He does such a great job.

I thought about the rest of the neurons I had left, squeezing the couch between my fingers, causing so much pressure that the nail was lighter.

Kenny's fingers bowed inside me and every time I did them I couldn't control my moans, which became more and more strident.

I felt more and more wet over Kenny's mouth, and he had noticed it, because he stopped his work with his tongue and stood up again.

"You are a delight"

The noise of the belt opening caused a few more goosebumps all over my body, as well as a slight tremor in my stomach. One of Kenny's hands grabbed my hip, sticking to his with possession.

He rubbed his limb there as if he wanted me to beg for him.

I just rolled my eyes and heard the plastic noise, he had probably just covered his cock with a condom.

Clearly none of us was very excited about foreplay, the confirmation of this was his cock inside me, even before I felt him approaching, going in and out in a surreal movement.

Kenny pushed my torso down, leaving me even more inclined to himself.

"Fuck Y/N!" He said satisfied, while his moans filled the silence of the apartment.

"K-Kenny!" I moaned almost completely without a voice.

His hands held me tightly, and possibly his fingers were already well marked there on my hip. A slap was slapped on the left side of my ass, and it didn't take long for a loud moan to escape because of it.

Kenny's hoarse, sly and dragged moans took my last neurons away, causing my head to cloud and I just thought about feeling it even more inside me.

His two hands pulled my arms and soon I had nowhere to lean, thus causing my face to sink into the sofa seat.

Kenny held both my hands with only one of his, while the other followed the path of my pussy and began to stimulate my swollen clit.

I was close to reaching my apex, and by the way he went in and out of me thirsty... he was too.

The blonde kissed my back, pulling me back, gluing my back to his chest. His lips went up to my shoulder, biting him shamelessly.

I moaned loud and clear your name, after feeling your cock reach my spot, due to the position we were in.

A smile was on his face, I could feel it

"Oh, yes... scream as loud as you can, I love to hear my name come out of this dirty little mouth" he spoke so close to my ear that my legs that were already shaking lost the rest of the strength they had.

Kenny smirked and surrounded my waist with his arms, leaving me back in the position of before, investing more and more in me. He began to take his cock completely and penetrate again with intensity and firmness, after liking the way I reacted on his first attempt.

"Mother fuck-" I didn't complete my sentence since I felt your hand on my neck, forcing my face against the couch and hitting against my most sensitive point more and more.

"I want to hear my name come out of your mouth" he said and I felt his fingers close even more over my neck, but even so I didn't feel any pain.

"K-Kenny..." I said releasing all my frustration and desire in that name.

The man moaned with satisfaction.

He moaned your name.

He moaned for you.

A familiar feeling appeared in my womb and in less than a few minutes I had reached the apex, moaning without caring about the noise I would make or the attention I could draw.

Kenny just continued with his incessant coming and going, squeezing my breasts with his huge hands, grabbing their beak with his fingertips.

It didn't take long and the man fell on top of me, letting out such a pleasurable sound through his lips that I felt my face warm up.

My body was so tired and without strength that I didn't even care about his weight, leaving him there.

I felt like I was going to sleep soon.

"Baby..." Kenny's husky voice took over the silence of the room "You did excellent as always... have some rest" he said kissing one of his hickeys, coming out of me.

I couldn't say anything, since sleep took over me.

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HEY BITCHESS!!!!

i'm back again hehe😈

i worked rlly hard on this, hope y'all like it 💞

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thegirlfromwky · 1 year ago

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perv mysterion x perv fem reader? i’m in need for some juicy stuff like this with kenny

Superhuman Lovers

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! NSFW content and strong language!! I'm so sorry for lack of content last night guys, I promise I'll try and get some more stuff out today 🥰

The night air was cold, and you could feel the goosebumps on your skin, a shiver down your spine. Either something bad was going to happen, or you seriously needed to put more clothes on.

That was when you heard a light thud from behind you, turning to see what had made such a noise, especially on top of a roof in the early hours of the morning.

That's when you saw him, Mysterion. You had been involved with Professor Chaos and were the only female in his team, but you had an upper hand, no guy would want to hurt a woman, so you found yourself rarely injured in battle.

Before you could open your mouth to talk, you felt a hand wrapping around your throat, pushing you backwards to the ground, a weight now sat on top of you.

"We need to stop meeting like this, baby." Mysterion spoke, a smirk planted firmly on his face. You knew his identity, the only person who ever chatted you up like that was Kenny, and although you were on opposing teams, you couldn't help but let your mind wander.

Kenny was good looking, and he knew it. And deep down, he had been suppressing feelings for you for what had felt like forever, but you were sworn enemies, and what kind of hero would he be if he slept with the enemy!

"You found me, Mysterion. What's wrong, your underpants getting too tight around me?" You flirted, you and Kenny were friends, and extremely similar in a lot of ways, including having a dirty mind. You could both work each other up to no end, but had never been alone long enough to test the waters fully.

"And so what if they were? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Mysterion spoke, your faces mere inches from each other, you flashed him a grin, before speaking again.

"I wouldn't mind it. Besides, it looks like you're the one getting flustered under that mask." You retorted, making Mysterion scoff to himself.

"Me, get flustered by Chaos scum like you, I think you're just dreaming again, pretty." Kenny spoke, his teeth catching his lower lip.

"And who said I was interested in someone from Freedom Pals, as if I'd betray Professor Chaos like that." You replied and Kenny's eyes were dark, cunning. You knew he was up to something.

"One night with me, baby and you'd be begging us to let your ass join." Kenny spoke, having you still pinned to the ground, his eyes scanning you up and down, lifting his knee to between your legs, pressing against you, a smirk on his face, as he let your arms go, bringing his face closer, so he whispered into your ear.

"By the time I'm done with you this whole part of town will know who you're loyal to, I'll make you scream my name." Kenny whispered into your ear, and you could feel your panties begin to dampen, your cheeks flush beneath your costume, and your breath hitched as Kenny attached his mouth to your neck, biting down and sucking your sweet spot, a light gasp leaving your parted lips.

"And what make you think I want you, Mysterion?" You spoke, the skirt of your costume high up your thighs, thanks to Kenny's leg, and your top pulled down a bit more than usual, showing off some cleavage, as if you knew he was coming for you tonight.

Kenny's knee pressed harder against you, a smirk on his face and a low, breathy chuckle emanating from him, his lips still against your neck and working their way down your chest, closer and closer to your breasts.

"I think your reactions are telling me otherwise, or are you just a slut like this for anyone, hm?" Kenny pressed further.

"And how eager you are tells me you're just as worked up as I am, Mysterion. Don't try and be coy." And just as those words had left your mouth, Kenny replied.

"We never speak of this to anyone." Kenny warned, before pressing his lips to yours, and you kissed him back. This was wrong, you two were supposed to be rivals, sworn enemies, yet here you both were, melting against each others touches, like a modern day Romeo and Juliet.

Kenny kept you pinned beneath him, enjoying his control over you, he couldn't roam his hands quick enough, he wanted to feel every little bit of your body, ravish you like he'd wanted to for a long time, and finally he was getting his way, and he would make sure this was a night neither of you could ever forget.

The kiss was passionate, both of your tongues fighting for dominance, and you finally gave in to the man above you, allowing yourself to submit to him.

"M-Mysterion." You breathed as the kiss began broken, both of you gasping for air, and Kenny knew you were under his spell, pressing kisses down your chest, as he slowly began to unclasp your corset, his lips between your breasts already, before his gaze met your own, his piercing blue eyes giving you butterflies in your stomach.

"I've wanted to touch you this way for a long time, y/n. Wearing such a seductive outfit, it's like you did this on purpose, do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking of you?" Kenny spoke, his mouth grazing over your erect nipple, a gasp escaping your swollen lips, and Kenny felt his head spin. He'd wanted this for so long, and by god was he going to enjoy this.

"I've wanted this for a long time too, Kenny. I always knew you had a thing for me." You spoke, a smirk on your face. Kenny had made short work of your corset, and he started taking his own costume off, his blonde, messy hair springing free from the constricting costume he wore.

He was ethereal, the dull orange street lamps creating enough light for you both to see each other clearly, and Kenny's eyes never left you for a second, apart from when he pulled his top over his head, leaving him full undressed apart from his trousers.

That was when you heard it, the shouting of your team mates and Kenny's. A battle had begun, and you both knew you should go and fight for your respective teams, and help your friends, but the enemies embrace clouded your mind, and all you could think of was Mysterion, hovering above you, completely shirtless and sucking hickeys on your breasts.

"Ken, they're fighting." You whispered, and Kenny hummed to himself, pulling away from your breast and leaving a dark purple bruise where his mouth once was.

"Let them fight, I'm busy making the enemy submit to me." Kenny replied, pulling your skirt from your body in one quick motion, leaving you in nothing but your panties, your face flushed.

Mysterion smirked, moving closer to you, taking his own trousers off as he moved closer to you, and you were motionless as you lay where you had been on the roof of the building below you both.

Kenny was such a tease, he was pressing wet kisses up your inner thigh, biting your soft skin and leaving bruises where he saw fit, but you were growing impatient, you wanted him, and you wanted him now!

"Typical Freedom Pal, all talk and no action." You spoke, a smirk on your face, before feeling Kenny's hands grip the waist band of your panties, he didn't just pull them down, in fact he tore them into two pieces and threw them over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

"That enough action for you, baby?" He questioned, not letting you speak before he licked a long stripe along your pussy, widening your lips with his hands to circle your clit perfectly with his skilful tongue. And you couldn't believe the pleasure already, how wet you really were, and now long you'd been waiting for this to happen.

"K-Kenny." You let out, feeling him smirk against your cunt, he skilfully inserted two fingers into your tight hole, and god you felt electric, your back arched against the cold roof tiles, a long moan leaving your parted lips.

"Feels good to be fucked by the enemy, huh?" Kenny spoke, curling his fingers as he thrust them in and out of you, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"F-Fuck... need more." You moaned out, eyes screwed shut, legs spread wide and Kenny's fingers buried inside you, teasing you to no end.

"Need more what, baby girl? Use your words." Mysterion spoke, a smirk still planted on his face, his lips coming to meet yours, both of you getting lost within each other, and as Kenny trailed his lips down to your neck, pressing rough kisses, you spoke.

"I-I need you inside me, Kenny. Please?" You begged, your hands tangled in his messy blonde hair, tugging gently on the ends and earning a grunt from Kenny.

It was your turn to tease, pulling his cock free from his boxers, and pumping his erecting shaft a few times, a smirk on your face as you did.

"Oh baby, I'll be inside you soon, but first..." He trailed off, eyes sultry as he stood above you, and you knew what he was alluding to.

"Suck." He ordered, and who were you to argue in such a vulnerable state? His boxers were off completely now, and you balanced on your knees, taking his cock back into your hands, licking a bead of pre cum off his sensitive tip before taking him fully into your mouth, hallowing your cheeks to create suction, and bobbing your head at a steady pace. You gazed up at Kenny, who had one of his hands tangled in your hair, your eyes were dripping with innocence as your picked up your pace slightly, causing low groans and moans escaping his lips.

Kenny liked the fact that you wore your hair up in a pony tail, and he gripped it tightly, tugging your head backwards, his cock slipping out of your mouth, gazing up at him, saliva running down your chin, your eyes watering.

"Look at that, how would Chaos feel, knowing you're sucking the cock off one of his biggest rivals, hmm? But you don't care, you're desperate for me, aren't you?" Kenny spoke, his tone low and his voice husky, and god you needed him more than ever before.

"Get on all fours, I'm gonna fuck you like a slut." Kenny ordered, and you did as you were told, fully submitting to your enemy.

Kenny hummed to himself, eyeing up your ass that was in the air, begging for him to slap it, so he did, several times, earning nothing but strangled moans from you.

And before you had any time to react he slid his cock into your wet cunt, throwing your head back and moaning as he started a fast pace from the start.

"Fuck, M-Mysterion!" You moaned out, which Kenny seemed to like just as much as hearing his own name, slapping your ass again, before gripping your hips with both hands, slamming himself into you deeper.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight for me." Kenny grunted, his chest resting on your back, as he gripped your hair, pulling your face up to his, and you turned to look at him as best as you could.

"I'm gonna cum deep inside you, and then you're mine. You understand?" He whispered, his pace never faltering once, and god you were in heaven. Kenny was big, but he also knew what to do with his dick, and not a lot of guys did.

"Fuck, Ken, I'm getting close already." You moaned out for him, and he delivered another sharp slap to your ass cheek, making you gasp, more moans spilling from your lips.

"Yeah? Gonna cum round my cock?" Kenny groaned, his pace quickening as he neared his own release.

"Cum for me, slut. Let this whole town know who fucked you this good." He spoke, and you couldn't hold it back any longer, you came round his cock, your cunt pulsating round Kenny's length as he kept up his brutal pace.

"Kenny! Fuck, oh my god! Yes yes yes!" You moaned loudly, as Kenny's thrusts started to become sloppy, his eyes shut as he slammed himself deeply into you.

"Fuck, y/n, you're mine, you're fucking mine, shit!" Kenny moaned out as his cock shot ropes of cum deep inside you, both of your moans filling the night sky, and you could no longer hear any fighting from your teammates, not that either of you cared.

Kenny was still inside you, hunched over your back, both your bodies sweaty in the freezing cold, and he slowly got off you, pulling out his cock and smirking to himself as he watched his cum spill out of your used hole.

It took you a while to get your clothes back on, blushing when you realised you had no panties, because Kenny had torn them to shreds.

You turned to look at him, and he was dressed in his costume once more, holding out his arms to embrace you, and you gladly accepted, hugging him back, your head pressed to his chest.

"I've really liked you for a long time, but we're gonna have to keep this quiet, if that's okay with you?" Kenny asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your head, a complete attitude change to what you were used to.

"I'd love that, Ken. I've always liked you." You replied, both of you blushing, before Kenny spoke once more.

"Come on, I'll take you home. Maybe we can go for round 2 at your place?" He flirted, and you shoved his shoulder playfully.

"You should be so lucky, question mark boy." You replied as Kenny lifted you on to his back, a smirk on his face.

"Weren't calling me that five minutes ago."

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use me ♥ kenny mccormick

pairing : kenny mccormick x vampire!reader

nsfw (smut) - minors DNI!!! - aged up characters (18+)

tags : mentions of blood, biting, blood drinking (all that usual vampire stuff iykyk) , mild praise kink, afab reader, mild sub/dom dynamics

word count : 3.1k

summary : mysterion just wants to keep the streets safe and y/n just needs to feed - he has an idea, but she refuses it until she has no other choice

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a/n - bambi stop turning men into subs challenge 💀

this isn't proof read because its 1am and i wrote this in a haze, so lemme know if you catch any mistakes please and thank you xoxo

The body crumpled to the floor of the alleyway as Y/N let go, doing her best to wipe her mouth clean of the blood. They weren’t dead, she was always able to stop herself before it went that far, but they would probably be a little woozy once they were conscious enough to get up again.

In her usual act of what she considered to be kindness, she slipped an iron supplement into their mouth, making sure they swallowed it in their half-conscious state.

Leaning down and lifting her mask up slightly, she held their eyes open to look into them to work her literal charm.

“You are going to forget you ever saw me; you just passed out on your way home,” She instructed. She could tell by the expression on the man’s face that it was working. They would always get this weird dopey look to them. “You are also going to drink more water because you are a bit dehydrated. Probably best to get some iron supplements for yourself while you’re at it, just for good measure.”

The person nodded, and Y/N knew her tracks were covered. Slipping her mask back down to cover her eyes, she let the man go and watched as he brushed himself off and stumbled away, wobbling a little as though he were drunk. Turning around, she began walking the opposite way down the street to return home. She would be satisfied for another week if she was lucky and didn’t over-exert herself.

“I assume the red on your lips isn’t lipstick?” Mysterion stepped out from the shadows as Y/N passed him. She knew he was there; she could smell him and hear his breathing from down the street, watching her feed. “You just couldn’t help yourself?”

“You know I don’t have a choice,” Y/N sighed, having had this conversation before on several occasions. She walked past Mysterion, but he followed her, never one to give up easily.

“I gave you a choice,” He corrected, trailing slightly behind her. “You just didn’t choose it.”

“That was a one-time thing out of necessity,” The words were routine to her by that point. She used to bribe Chaos to distract him on the other side of town while she fed, but he had caught on to the trick. “It’s not safe.”

“What’s not safe is for you to be roaming the streets and picking people at random,” He interjected. “For the public or for you.”

“And your suggestion is any better?” Y/N stopped and turned around. Even past the mask that covered her eyes, he could see the anger brewing from the slight red tint her eyes had started to assume. “We don’t know the long-term effects it would have on either of us.”

Mysterion had been right about it not being safe for her to pick people at random. There was a time when she fed from a man on some sort of drug that she had a horrible side effect from. She thought she was finally dying, but that was when the masked hero appeared. She couldn’t explain what was happening to her, but he seemed to understand well enough to know that she needed clean blood to heal, so he offered his own. His blood was like nothing she had ever had before, it was blissfully intoxicating, and she couldn’t stop.

The next night, when she saw him again, she thanked him but said it could never happen again. While Mysterion couldn’t die, at least not for more than a day, the guilt for killing again after she had sworn not to ate at her more than the new craving for his blood.

“I thought you enjoyed experimenting?” His tone was teasing, but that just angered her more.

“Just…” She sighed, trying to calm herself down as best as possible before she really flipped out on him. She knew that was what he wanted. If she did, she’d attack him. If she attacked him, she’d end up feeding from him. It had almost happened a few weeks after the initial incident, and he’d been provoking her ever since. “Just leave me alone. I’ve been doing this for longer than you could ever imagine.” She turned around again and started to walk, but his next words stopped her after only two steps.

“376 years, right?” He phrased it as a question but said it as more of a statement. How did he know that? “That’s just if I’m going based on your death certificate. Took a lot of digging, but it was easier when I found that you were born in England.”

“Congrats, dude,” She waved her arms up a little in a mixture of disbelief and frustration. She didn’t want him to see the genuine shock. She felt that he had taken time to research her. Modern technology was amazing, but that was still a difficult thing to do. “What do you want? A prize for being a top-notch stalker?”

“If you want me gone, why don’t you just charm me away?” Mysterion had inched closer to Y/N as he spoke. She could see his eyes through his mask, his pupils blown out in the dark of the night. “Unless you can’t?”

He was right. She couldn’t. She had tried before, tried to make him forget her. She didn’t think he was aware that it had been an attempt to charm him instead of just another plea to leave her alone, but she was suspecting he knew more about her than she wanted him to.

“Stay out of my business, and I’ll stay out of yours, Kenny,” She hoped the use of his real name would throw him off his tracks enough to make an escape. She had known the moment she saw Mysterion that it was Kenny. His blood had a distinct smell that she had always picked up in class. She assumed it must have been something to do with his immortality.

Immortality did strange things to the body, she would know.

“Your business is my business when you roam these streets looking for victims,” He slowly pulled away from her, giving her some space as he looked around to make sure they hadn’t been spotted. “Let me walk you home?”

“Get fucked,” With that, Y/N jumped up and transformed into a bat, flying off over the empty streets. It was a terrible idea, but she needed to get away. It drained her energy and, subsequently, her thirst at ten times the rate as just going about her normal day, which would inevitably lead to her having to feed again within the following few days, where the entire conversation with Mysterion would repeat itself, just as it always did.

It had been too long since she last fed.

Going to school for the first time had caught up with her unexpectedly. She lost track of time studying in the evenings. She had managed to obtain a necklace that allowed her to walk in the sun 17 years ago and that had opened up the world to her again after 350 years of living in the shadows. There was so much to learn that she had never gotten the chance to before when education wasn’t readily available, least of all for women. She relished the opportunity to learn and lost track of the days.

She hadn’t even thought about feeding until the first drop of blood from the fight between two students in the halls hit her like a tonne of bricks. She could smell it from the opposite end of the hallway.

Instinctively, she closed her eyes, knowing they would have already turned red from the thirst. The thirst was overwhelming. She needed to get out of there before she lost herself, but she couldn’t will her legs to move. The need to hunt was driving her mad.

A hand grabbed her arm while her eyes were closed. She knew from her already heightened sense of smell that got even stronger while hunting, that it was Kenny. He didn’t say anything to her, just started to drag her away. Y/N kept her eyes closed as she let him pull her through the halls, trusting him to do what was best for everyone by getting her far away from the people she could hurt.

She didn’t know where they were going until the fresh air hit her, and she heard a car unlock. She finally felt safe enough to open her eyes, climbing into the back of Kenny’s car. The backseat had tinted windows. She had seen him get into the car on enough occasions to know that. No one would be able to see her blood-red eyes and her protruding fangs if she stayed in there.

The panic was short-lived as it resumed in full force when Kenny climbed in next to her. He needed to get away from her, and he needed to do it fast. His scent was intoxicating, and she would very quickly lose herself. She could hear his racing heart pumping blood through his veins.

“You need to leave. I haven’t-” She started to explain as fast as she could, but he interrupted her.

“You haven’t fed in 2 weeks. I know,” He finished for her. Y/N’s anger started to slowly simmer within her. He knew that, but he was still taunting her? Whatever game he was playing was a stupid and dangerous one, and he needed to stop. “I’ve kept an eye on you.”

“Stalker,” She mumbled, somewhat half-heartedly. She thought she had caught the scent of him in her yard, but she had brushed it off as her imagination. “I’ll go tonight. Just let me calm down alone for a bit, and I’ll be fine to go back in.” She emphasised the alone as much as possible.

“We’re not taking that risk,” Kenny refused, reaching over the front seat to lock the doors. She felt trapped, like a mouse in a trap, but the cheese was Kenny fucking McCormick. He may as well have been trying to serve himself up on a platter. “Just feed on me.”

“Is this fucking funny to you?” Y/N could feel how sharp her teeth had become, almost slicing open her own lip as she spoke. The thirst was unbearable. She needed Kenny to leave. “Do you get off on this or something? What is wrong with-”

He cut her off again; however, this time, it wasn’t by talking. Kenny had pulled Y/N onto him, holding her on his lap with a secure grip on her waist and stopping her from talking by planting his lips on hers with a frantic kiss. She should have pulled away. She should have lept over the driver's seat, unlocked the doors, and used what little energy she could muster to run at her super speed until she found someone she could safely feed off of.

She should have done all of that, but she didn’t.

Instead, Y/N kissed Kenny back. Her body shifted into autopilot, her hands running through his hair. It was bliss until the unthinkable happened.

Her sharpened fangs cut Kenny’s lip, and a single drop of blood hit Y/N’s tongue. Panicked, she pulled away and tried to climb off of his lap, but his hands on her waist wouldn’t allow it.

Two words were all it took to break her final thread of resolve.

“Use me,” Kenny instructed in a breathless whisper. Before either of them could truly register what was happening, Y/N’s fangs were in his neck.

Kenny let out a shaky moan as the sharp pain suddenly turned into pleasure. It was one he had sought out ever since Y/N had fed from him all those months ago. She had explained it to him once when she was telling him that she wasn’t really hurting the people she fed from because her fangs would automatically release endorphins into them. She described it as a numbing feeling, but it made Kenny feel anything but numb.

The pleasure, coupled with the soft sounds of Y/N mewling as she drank from him, let alone the added fact that she was on his lap, was enough to leave Kenny rock-hard. He couldn’t control himself as his hips bucked up against her.

His heart almost stopped when she very suddenly pulled away, the feeling of her fangs no longer in his neck and the blood draining from him left him feeling empty. Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked down at him, lips stained red from blood, and her mouth hung slightly open.

Kenny thought he had died once again and gone to heaven when she, without warning, rolled her hips against his. His cock twitched desperately in his pants, and his grip on her hips would have been bruising to anyone but a vampire.

“When I asked you if you got off on this, I didn’t realise I had hit the nail on the head,” Y/N’s voice was low and seductive. Kenny had never heard anything so sexy in his life. He wanted to hear her talk all day, every day. He tried to roll his hips up to meet hers again, but her hands snapped down to his thighs, holding him in place. “Use your words, and I’ll consider giving you what you want.”

“Touch me, fuck me, use me, please,” He begged without hesitation, knowing it was the fastest way to get what he desperately needed at that moment. “Please?”

Y/N captured him in a breathtaking kiss, he could taste his blood on her tongue as it swirled with his, but he couldn’t care less. Her hands slid up his thighs until they reached his beltline, moving at superhuman speeds to impatient get her hands on what she wanted. The zipper popped open and flung across the car as she broke it, neither of them caring for a single second.

The muscles of Kenny’s thighs twitched and spasmed as Y/N’s hand slipped down his boxers, pulling his swollen cock out. The tip was red and leaking precum. Y/N ran her thumb over it without hesitation, bringing it up to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick it up. He caught sight of her fangs, still protruding from the rest of her teeth. She was still hungry.

“Remind me to go down on you when my mouth can be trusted,” She whispered in his ear, pressing her chest against him as she leaned in. “For now, I’m impatient. We’ll have to skip to the main event.”

“Please,” He nodded eagerly, cock twitching in anticipation. Y/N took it in her hand, pumping it a few times as more precum leaked from the tip.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” She smirked down at him. He didn’t have time to register what had happened before she sunk down onto him in one swift move. He hadn’t seen her remove her underwear. He didn’t know if she had done it at super speed without him seeing (though the panties were nowhere in his car to support that theory) or if she just hadn’t been wearing them in the first place. The latter drove him crazier than he already felt.

Just as she sunk down onto him, her teeth sunk back into his neck. Kenny was the most delicious meal Y/N had ever had, and she couldn’t help herself from going in for seconds.

Painfully slowly for Kenny, she lifted herself up and down on him. She kept a tortuous speed, her strength stopping his desperate attempts at thrusting up into her.

Reaching for his hands, she pried them off of her hips, slipping one up her shirt and under her bra to fondle her breasts and manoeuvring the other so his fingertips brushed up against her clit. He took the hint instantly, switching between each breast with his left hand to make sure they both received adequate attention and rolling her nipples in between his fingers, revelling in the louder moans that his neck was barely muffling as she fed from him.

His right hand slowly circled her clit, starting slow at first but speeding up as soon as she picked up the pace, sliding herself up and down on him. He felt whenever he hit her g-spot as her walls would clench around him, causing him to repeatedly hit it as the pleasure became unbearable.

“So close,” He managed to choke out, his movements becoming slightly sloppy as he started to lose himself. Y/N pulled her fangs from his neck, lifting her head just slightly so she could whisper in his ear.

“Cum for me,” He did so instantly, a loud moan escaping his throat, his head tilting back as he filled her up. He felt her walls clamp around his dick as she reached her own peak, her eyes rolling back slightly.

When she looked back at him, her eyes had returned to their natural colour, and her teeth had once again dulled down. He was completely struck by her beauty but struggled to keep his eyes open to admire her as he felt woozy from the blood loss. He heard her curse as his eyes drooped closed, his head lulling to the side.

Kenny wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he woke up to Y/N curled up against his side in the backseat of his car. She appeared to have done her best to clean him and herself up while he was passed out, but since she had broken his zipper in the heat of the moment, his jeans were still open.

He stretched a little as he woke up, Y/N lifted her head to look at him, and he could see relief flooding her face.

“I was worried I had taken too much,” She sighed a breath of relief, a hand reaching up to cradle his face. She intently examined his eyes, looking for confirmation that he was okay. “I’m so sorry; I lost control.” Kenny pulled her in for a kiss, far sweeter than the passion-filled ones they had shared earlier.

“I’m immortal, remember?” He reminded her softly as they pulled away. “You can’t kill me for long.”

“But we don’t-” She was about to protest again about how they didn’t know what would happen to either of them if she continued to drink his blood since he wasn’t a normal human, but one look at the pure adoration in his eyes stopped her in her tracks. “You should have just told me that was what you had in mind when you said you wanted to experiment. We could have been doing that for months.”

“Well…” Kenny grinned as the words processed in his mind, the implications clear as day. “We have an eternity left to catch up on missed time.”

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thegirlfromwky · 1 year ago

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Curiosity

Summary: Astarion wishes to satisfy his curiosity when it comes to breastfeeding... and comes up with a proposition that is mutually beneficial.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Lactation/Breastfeeding kink. Cockwarming. Blood drinking. Vampire bite.

Word count: 1.6k

You could tell Astarion was up to something from the moment you stepped into the living room, hurriedly shoving a blanket and a stuffed owlbear toy into your backpack.

He sat elegantly on the padded sofa, book closed on his lap, and crimson eyes watching you intensely.

“We need to go.” You said with a smile, adjusting the front of your dress.

“Must we?”

You arched an eyebrow at him and he merely smiled deviously. “Come here.”

Oh, he was definitely up to something.

You took careful and measured steps towards him, trying to decode his intentions.

He motioned for you to sit on his lap.

Oh.

You rolled your eyes with utmost impatience. “Astarion… we need to go pick her up.”

A faint pout settled on his lips, and he reached one hand to tug gently at the waistline of your dress.

He was good.

Too good.

You could feel yourself ready to melt into a puddle from his intense gaze alone.

Hoisting the fabric, you lowered yourself until you had both legs on either side of him, dropping the backpack on the floor with a thud.

His hands immediately gripped your waist, and you felt him gently pulling down. It was clear he wanted you to sit on him, but…

“Astarion… we have to go pick her up,” you said, locking your arms behind his neck. “Gale must be losing his mind by now.”

His hands slid down your thighs to tug on the hem of your dress, gliding the satin fabric up just enough for you to feel bare under his gaze.

“Please - it's probably the most fun he's had ever since he got stuck in that portal.”

He gripped your waist again, urging you to sit on his crotch, but you remained unmoving.

“She's teething…” you said, coiling some of his curls around your fingers. “She tried to bite his finger off the other day.”

“She takes after me, then. Are you even surprised?”

You shook your head, feeling your resistance begin to crack under his persistent touch.

Slowly but surely, your knees gave out, and you finally pressed yourself down against him.

His playful smile dropped, and his lips parted with a low groan.

He wasn't hard.

Yet.

“I do adore this position, but we must go.”

He dipped his hands under your dress, only to grip your thighs tight, thumbs drawing circles on your already flushed skin.

“A nibble, then?”

His eyes dropped to your chest, and you nodded.

Ever since giving birth to your daughter, Astarion had taken a liking to biting you on the upper swell of your breasts, claiming your milk had surely increased your warmth in that area and that your blood tasted particularly delicious.

So you indulged him, also enjoying the fact that you could see his face more clearly as he downed your blood.

He hooked his forefinger on the low neckline before brushing the knuckle along the curve of one breast and lowering the fabric to expose just the right amount of skin.

“Be quick.” You urged, tangling your fingers along his soft curls,

Astarion didn't need to be told twice, and you felt the familiar sharp sting as both fangs sank into you, cold lips spreading wide enough and tongue ready to capture any stray droplets.

You caressed the back of his head, feeling his cock slightly twitch under you.

Without a fail, Astarion was getting hard from your blood.

And without fail, you felt the overwhelming need to roll your hips against him.

You felt his hands shift to his belt, undoing it, and you couldn't help but look down to stare as he pulled his cock out with a sigh of relief.

His fingers accidentally brushed against the swell between your legs and you gasped, hips involuntarily bucking into his touch.

Surprisingly enough, he pulled back to look at you with your blood staining his lips.

“What is it?”

And then his gaze dropped down to your breasts once again, and you noticed a damp spot on either side.

Fuck.

Too much milk…

You felt a wave of embarrassment hit you in full force as a few droplets of milk began to sip through the fabric.

But Astarion didn't seem bothered at all.

If anything, he looked rather… interested in this turn of events.

“I apologise… I'm too full.” You said quietly, wiping a few drops away with your fingers.

He shook his head, eyes still glued to your chest. “And I'm too willing… and rather curious.”

That caught you off guard.

“Astarion?”

Was he…

Surely not, right?

“I could offer to alleviate you…” he began, finger dragging the fabric down, fulling exposing one breast and the leaking nipple. “And I ask but one thing.”

Gods…

“What is it…”

He ran the pad of his thumb across your skin, gathering some beads of milk.

“Let me be inside you.”

You immediately clenched hard around nothing, surprised that your body had so eagerly responded to his suggestion.

He then brought his thumb to wrap his lips around it, sucking gently.

Your eyes widened.

Astarion had never tasted your milk before.

In fact, you weren't even sure he had ever wanted to.

Until now.

He hummed softly. “A slight sweetness to it… I like it.”

You were too perplexed to formulate a coherent reply to that remark.

“Will you indulge me, darling? I am curious to know how much harder I can get from your milk.”

He grazed his thumb across your nipple again, and you nearly moaned from the sight of it.

As you slowly nodded, you felt his other hand snake in between you two until he had one finger pushing your undergarments to the side.

“You don't have to do anything,” he said sweetly. “I just want you to sit on it and warm me up.”

He pulled gently and you shifted your hips, rapidly feeling the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance.

You were aroused and wet enough to comfortably have him slide inside with little to no resistance.

Unexpectedly, he craned his neck until he captured the nipple with hungry lips, latching perfectly.

Your hand dropped to his shoulder for support as you lowered yourself on him, not able to hold back the breathy gasp that tore through your throat from the initial stretch.

He was hard, but not hard enough as he hadn't drunk enough of your blood or indulged in enough foreplay to get to that point of no return.

You felt a growl rumble from his mouth as he buried himself inside you to the hilt.

Your half-closed eyes shifted to the sight of him latched perfectly, eyes closed as he vigorously swallowed your milk.

It felt slightly more arousing than having him drink your blood.

The thought of him drinking something that he was partly responsible for you to be producing had you clench around him, earning a grunt.

You placed one hand to his cheek, drops of milk pooling at the corner of his mouth before trailing down.

You clenched again, and he immediately let go of your nipple with a strained groan, both hands gripping your waist tightly.

He looked heavenly with all the white liquid coating his lips and dripping down his chin.

Not able to resist the sight any longer, you tilted his head back and kissed him, immediately parting your lips.

He promptly pushed some of the sweet liquid against your tongue with his own and it was enough for you to roll your hips, teasing his cock.

But he immediately stilled you by increasing the grip on the flesh of your waist.

“Do not do that… allow me to get harder from just your milk.”

Gods… he was doing a terrific job edging you just with words.

His cock did already feel harder than before, but you were curious to see - and feel - how much more he could throb for you.

He shifted his attention to the other breasts, exposing it to the cool air as the other nipple kept on dripping milk that was beginning to soak his shirt.

“Be quick… Gale is….”

Astarion frowned. “Can you perhaps not mention his name as I'm inside you, darling?”

You nodded, biting back a chuckle at how visibly annoyed he looked.

Clearing his throat, you watched as he took your other nipple in between his fingers, once again latching perfectly, the suction and eagerness drawing out a moan from you.

You dragged your finger from his cheek to the corner of his mouth, wiping it clean before dragging it down his neck, a trail of wetness glistening on his skin.

Driven by lust and lust alone, you pressed your palm flat against his neck, just so you could feel him downing your milk.

His vigour never faltered and you could only moan, going crazy from not being able to properly ride him, but being compensated with his cock progressively getting harder and harder, twitching deep inside you.

You could still feel your breasts rather full, but Astarion was experienced when it came to downing heavy flows of blood, so this posed no challenge to him.

And sure enough, with each gulp, you could feel it getting lighter and less strained.

He only tore away once he couldn't get the desired flow anymore.

You could only smile warmly at the sight of your milk dripping from his chin, down his neck and staining his shirt.

“So? How much harder did you get?”

His cock immediately twitched inside you.

“Can't you feel it?”

You dragged your thumb across his lower lip, admiring his beauty.

Then he gripped your wrist, and pulled you against his chest, grunting as you clenched instinctively around him.

“Astarion… we need to go now,” you said with a soft smile.

You could feel some of your milk spilling into his shirt, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

And neither could he.

“Let me stay inside you a while longer, lover.”

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