You yawn, eyes opening and closing as such a frog. You’re struggling to stay awake, the midnight hour passed long ago as your dreary eyes focus on the bright light in front of you. Your knees are pulled up to your chest in your chair, hunched over as you move your pen over the illuminated drawing tablet.
What are you drawing, that is the question. A questionable answer waits to be read.
In a badly coloured room, because no one has time for backgrounds, sitting on his knees is an sweaty, and ever so aroused, Peter. Peter from the Your Boyfriend game. The game that’s got you in a chokehold ever since you discovered it.
You groan, setting down the pen on your desk as you rub your face. You’re so tired, and all you want to do is go to bed. What keeps you up? Ambition. You need to finish this drawing. You absolutely, downright HAVE to see this finished piece. Why?
Because you’re horny lol.
Ever since you’ve joined the fandom, you’ve searched through countless AO3 books. The books you’ve read with such questionable tags.. The things you’ve cleared from your search history.. And all the things you’ve imagined with the most basic character design.
For some reason, the golfball of a man, a psycho, murderous, stalking man has made your kitty SCREAM. No matter how many times you feed that cat her wet food, she’s always clawing up your ass for more.
Figuring, hey, you’re an artist. A heck of a lot good, hell Picasso can’t believe the shit you draw, you’ll make some fanart yourself. Contributing to this good old fandom by making other horny teenagers and young adults feast. Goodness, you are a saint.
You’ve made NSFW art for other fandoms, but this was the first for the heavily rising ‘your boyfriend’ fandom. Maybe this is why it has to be perfect. Staying up past dawn won’t kill you, plus, you have tomorrow off so you’re home free baby!
A part of you still kinda, does, really, maybe wants a t e e n y wee bit of sleep but ALAS, heroes never sleep. You can sleep when you’re dead, for all you care.
Focusing back on the drawing, you start to grin. The lineart was almost done. This was your favourite part of drawing something naughty.. The crotch. Balls, dicks, and occasionally the odd boob or 2.
In this one, it wasn’t like you were doing anything extremely lewd though, much to some people’s dismay. Peter was on his knees, his expression which you got perfectly, one that made you blush a little might I add, with his fly down and boxers peeking out.
Yes, you weren’t going to be drawing any dick and balls tonight, unfortunately. But, the mystery is what counts! I know you just read how the best part is actually drawing the genitalia, but it’s more like second on your list. Anyone is going to come across this beautifully done drawing of yours and think, “Oh my god, that is single-handedly the hottest fanart I’ve come across. Seeing countless grey dicks has been a real joy, but the mystery of seeing his boxers, knowing what lies beneath- Oh~ I wonder how this artist will draw his cock!”
Or well, you hope that’s what they’ll say. You’ve always found that seeing the full package, yeah I mean it’s exciting but you cannot go wrong with a man in his boxers having a boner. Or a woman in a sexy bikini. Don’t get me started on happy trails.
Too late. You love it when you see a man half-naked, towel wrapped around his waist, the small, lip biting, toe gripping happy trail moving down towards that unknown sight! Oh god, just thinking about it turns you on.
You squeal, smack your cheek softly before shaking your head. No, ok, y/n focus. Seriously. You have a job, and you’re going to do it.
Your cheeks were red, burning with the thoughts that just re-surfaced. You turned on the fan in your room, hoping it’ll cool you off as you continue to work. You swerve your scooter chair to turn to your second monitor, playing some lo-fi playlist. Clicking your tongue, you type in 'sex playlist’ and choose the first one that comes up.
Grinning, you turn back to the other monitor hooked up to your tablet. White light blinds you from the electronic, fucking up your eyesight even worse seeing as you’re drawing in the dark, but you could care less. Your glasses prescription is already thick as balls, what’s it to make it worse?
You finished up with the sketch, and now it was time for colour. Deciding to do Peter first and not the background, you start off with flat colours. An hour passes, it’s almost 3 in the morning. Next was shading. By now your head was dragging down, feeling as if it’ll slip from your neck. You persisted.
Until your stomach growled. As you were almost done with the shading, only needing to do the least bit on his shoes, you suddenly felt famished. Turning to your side, you were about to down yourself with water, since you knew eating this late would just give you a stomach ache, you saw that your water bottle was empty.
Goddammit, thirsty bitch. You stood up, almost falling over before stabilizing yourself. You didn’t bother grabbing your bottle, instead, you stumbled to the kitchen and grabbed a small glass. Filling it up, you took small sips as you lean on the counter. You look towards the clock on the stove. 3:29 AM.
You sigh, shaking your head slowly with a smile. You’re stupid for staying up for such a reason, but Jesus- Gulping the last swig of water, you set the glass down into the sink. You’re one talented mother fucker.
Heading back to your room, you stopped short when you heard something fall. From your room. You froze, stopping to listen. You heard a couple of slaps, it sounded like someone was slapping your desk? You definitely knew it was a human since you didn’t have any pets, you lived alone and you didn’t have anything in your room that could repetitively hit your desk if it fell.
A cold wave washed over you. Oh shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why would someone break in now? This had never happened to you before, why now?! Keeping the groan inside, you slowly crept back towards the kitchen. Quickly grabbing the sharpest knife from the block, you scowled as you began the quiet trip back to your room.
You were not going to let someone just come in and steal from you. Hours of drawing furry’s fucking will not be wasted on some low-life robber!
Ok, this may be a stupid idea, stupider than your last one, but your stuff is expensive. Like, really. You worked extra shifts and opened commissions for your 2 monitors, tablet and your super comfy chair. So, uh, that’s your reasoning.
Slowly creeping back to your room, you stood against the doorframe. Peeking inside, you gasped as you saw an arm coming out of your drawing tablet. An arm. Coming out of your drawing tablet??
What the fuck.
You stare horrified in the doorway, knife still gripped in your lowered hand. The arm was the thing slapping against your desk, having knocked over your water bottle in the process. Well, good thing it was empty then.
You didn’t know what to do. I mean, what can you do when there’s a literal ARM coming out of your device? High five it?
You chuckled.
Ok no, focus. Stepping towards it, you noticed the grey tone of the arm. Looking towards your monitor, you found it glitching. Oh god, no! Your baby- You drew so much shit to pay for that!
You could crumble to your knees, but other matters were at hand. Especially the other one that was coming out of your tablet. You screamed, bending down to pick up your water bottle and repetitively hitting it against the hand.
The hand-pulled back and you thought for a second it would go and leave you be, but the next time you brought your bottle down, the, surprisingly large and slightly hot hand, grabbed the bottom before it hit. You released it with a squeal, backing up. Your eyes, which were kind of glued to the veins on whoever’s arm this was, suddenly jumped to the grey head that was coming out, along with 2 shoulders.
You screamed as it dropped the water bottle. You knew you had a knife but if you avoid any murders tonight, that’d be great. So you quickly move your hand under the desk to grab your bottle, ignoring the fact that your tablet is basically giving birth to something unknown.
Grabbing the handle, you pull your arm back just as you go to stand up. Turning your head, you become face to face with a grey circle. A grey circle, that’s blinking.
“AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!” You cry out, swinging your arm with the water bottle in front, successfully hitting this thing in the face. It lets out a yelp, clutching its face as it backs away from your desk. You rush out from under it, standing up quickly as you run towards your door. You take a moment to look, stopping with bated breath at the doorway and, phew oh god when was the last time you exercised because-
Anyways. You stopped at took a quick look at the- man? A blue shirt, black vest, black pants. Grey head- He turned and looked at you. Big eyes blue eyes stared back into yours.
“Oh my god.” You whispered. He gives you a large grin seeing you look at him. A small blush appears on his face as his eyes trail your body. You suddenly feel self-conscious and offended in your oversized MLP shirt fit for a brony and black pyjama shorts.
“Darling.. I’ve waited so long to meet yo-”
“Your fly’s open.” You point the knife in your hand towards his opened pant zipper. He blinks, his smile falling for just a moment as he looks down. You notice his cheeks growing redder, his zipper being pushed out even more- Oh my god.
Disregarding the whole “A character from a video game just popped out of your tablet”, you turned away, an awkward smile on your face as in turn, your own cheeks suddenly flush in heat. Ok, the big reveal, you’re an epic virgin. You talk the talk, but you would trip and fall and break your ankles in the walk. You’ve seen all the porn, read, wrote, and drew everything. The only thing you’ve never done was the.. Thing. The actual thing.
Seeing the real.. Thing in person… Is rather.. Nerve-wracking. Watching him, this guy from a video game that’s now in your room! Watching him get a boner just from you staring-! You swear if you get one of those cringy anime nosebleeds- Actually it’s not far off from happening really-
A presence from behind snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn around and, wow. “Woah- hey, uh, ok- you’re tall..” You take a moment to stare, eye level to his chest but your heads tilting just ateeny bit downwards, aaaand you’re done. “Um, please, step back?” You accidentally turn the hand holding the knife against him, but he doesn’t flinch.
It’s a little to be expected from his character, but it still kind of freaks you out in real life. You’ve cut through his shirt a little at the bottom, and you immediately startle. “Oh shit, I didn’t cut you did I?” You wince, setting the knife down on a small table outside of your room housing tiny photographs. You want to check if there’s a slice, even be it small, but you think it’d be a little awkward from a man you just met. Or him meeting you. Whatever.
“Oh, that’s nothing. Are you worried about me dear?” He grabs hold of your hovering hands near his stomach, shocking you as you jolt. His hands engulf yours completely, and you can’t help but blush at the sight. Hell, you’ve never even held hands with anyone.. Oh, your life is sad.
“Uh, yeah I guess but, hold on. Dear?” You cock your head, brows furrowing as you stare up at the smiling grey man. His opened mouth bares teeth with no malice, but you know there’s something behind that smile. This is Peter we’re talking about. “And, wait.” You tug your hands away from his, which for a moment he doesn’t let go, gripping you until you tug a little harder. “How the hell are you even here?”
He sets his hand on his chin, taps it for a moment as he thinks before shrugging. “You don’t know?” You ask, shifting your feet. Ugh, you wanna sit but he’s blocking the doorway.
He shakes his head. “Nope. All I remember is you leaving to get up and suddenly I’m being pushed up.” Wait. What the hell did he just say.
“Sorry, let’s rewind. You saw me getting up?” Your mouth remains open as you try and picture yourself looking down on your tablet. Fuck, did he see your double chin?? You’ve been working on that drawing all day, did he see everything?? You groan, folding your face in your hands as you feel your cheeks heat up. You could hear him chuckle.
“You look beautiful when you’re concentrating.” Oh, did not see that one coming. You’ve been complimented a few times sure, but mostly from your mom and the women in your family. You’ve almost never been told you were beautiful. From a guy. A really hot guy, in your eyes, just told you you were beautiful. Are beautiful. Aw man- you think your lady boners popping up.
“Y-yeah?” Oh, you swear to god woman- You take your hands away from your face, cocking your head slightly as you look up at him with furrowed brows. He grinned as he looked down at you, those baby blue eyes that shone brighter in the dark got wider as your cheeks felt warmer.
“Mhm.” Nodding, he takes a step closer to you. Your face to his chest again as he opens his arms. Shakey with want, he grabs you in a large hug, bending down slightly to your own height as he wraps his arms around you. You jolt, chuckle nervously, but don’t move. You wonder why he’s hugging you, unable to see that same lewd expression of want fill his face from behind you.
“Oh darling, you’re so soft- Being brought here is a miracle, now we can be together.” He nuzzles into your neck, and you’re sure you feel a drop of wetness on your back, but you shrug it off. Lifting your arms, you pat his back. Your hands run over the material of his vest, feeling the creases, the fabric, the warmth. It’s astonishing, really, to be doing this right now. Maybe you’re dreaming. Maybe the lack of sleep got to you and now you’re hallucinating.
That must be it.
..
Ok, this hug is lasting forever. You drop your hands and start leaning away, trying to break this overbearing hug. His hands still grip your back and you wince. “Alright sticky hands, let’s let go now-” You lean away again, but abruptly stop when 2 things happen. 1, your groin bumps against his, and 2, he lets out a soft moan.
Apparently, leaning your front portion away pushes out your lower half.
You squeal, shouting a slur of “Oh my gods!” and “Abhuhwyhfjisg” as you break away. You could probably run a god damn marathon from how fast your heart is racing right now, not to mention the other smaller heart down below. You want to scream at it to shut up, but you’d think talking to your own vagina may seem a bit weird.
Strands of hair fall over your flushed face as you look up at Peter, leaning against the doorframe with his head sloped down. His hands are clutching onto the wood of the door, knuckles popping out as he breathes heavily. A part of you feels bad for touching him.. But only like 25%.
The other 75% is going haywire. You knew he was alright, hell he’s probably trying to contain himself right now. Oh god, what a pervert. A.. Super tall.. Psycho- pervert. Whose eyes are utterly gorgeous, who would kill anyone for even looking at you. Not to mention his absolute horse coc-
You know… You think to yourself. If this really is a dream, It can’t be a hallucination since you could touch him and he can touch you. The only reasonable explanation is you either fell asleep at your desk or in your kitchen. If this really is a dream then, you can do whatever you want right?
“U-um, Peter?” You whisper, stepping closer to the seemingly hyperventilating man. He turns his head and looks down at you, cheeks red with- is he drooling.
“Hah, darling just give me a minute-” You bite your lip before deciding to go for it. You move and stand in front of him, staring up with determined eyes. His were wide with confusion, and excitement.
“Wanna go into my room? Like, on my bed or something?” You said with unblinking eyes. Oh Jesus fuck, you probably look like the psycho one here. His confused expression turned a 360 in an instant, glazing his eyelids down as that same game-like smirk plastered to his face.
“Was this your plan all along?” He breathed out, staring at you with a look that could make you scream, in a good way. You blushed, eyes betraying you as they fall and focus on the large bulge forming from his opened pants for just a second before diving back up.
“I-uh, don’t know what you’re talking about?” You start to nervous laugh, looking anywhere but his piercing eyes. He leans in close, so close that you started to feel his hot breath on your ear. You yelp and do the only thing you know how to do because you are a pansy.
You scurry past him and into your room. Now you don’t even know why you did this, since there’s literally NO ESCAPE in your room. Maybe you’re just stupid. Maybe it’s your subconscious mind telling you, “Hey, if you go in here, there’s a 99.99% chance you’ll get fucked. In a good way.” (Or maybe it’s just my lazy writing)
You stand at the edge of your bed as Peter slowly walks in after you, a big grin on his face. “Oh, I knew you were naughty darling, but didn’t know you were this mean.” Your mouth opens, cheeks flushing as your eyes trail him up and down.
“I- hey, ok woah, that- THIS is not what I meant.” But it is appreciated. Damn your horny mind- You can’t even move when he stands in front of you, smirking down as he confidently presses himself against you. Even more gibberish comes out of your mouth as he rolls his hips into you, all you can do is have your mouth open, hands on your cheeks as you stare at where you two meet.
“Careful, you might catch flies, or something bigger if you don’t close your mouth.” Should you slap him? If you did he’d probably like it, but a part of you also- really likes this. You’d be too shy, embarrassed, horrified to say it, but this shit is turning you on.
He keeps dry humping you, pressing into you as you start to feel a wet spot on your underwear. You let out a soft moan as he pushes against you, abruptly shocking both of you. Did that- Did that sound just come fromyou? Oh lord, just take me now-
He freezes, stopping his dry humping. You can feel him still move against you, albeit not his hips. “Oh, my god. Um, I’m so sorry uh-” Your mind is in scatters, what happened to that bitch who swung a knife? You’ve turned into a red, horny, blushing idiot in just a matter of like, 10 minutes. You’re brought back to reality when a large, grey hand brings your un-looking face towards his.
His expression sends a spark of heat between your thighs. Is it hot in here or- Fuck it’s literally just him. He’s staring at you with that big grin of his, shark teeth and all. Baby blue eyes wide with want, it makes you shudder as he licks his lips. “Darling, you are making it incredibly difficult not to just throw you onto the bed and fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to even stand~” Just his voice might get you pregnant at this point.
Oh- oh Jesus. Ok, what the hell are you supposed to do? How do you even think when you’re being squished, stared at, and turned on by some tall, weirdly attractive, bald man?! You look down, gazing over that- you choke. You must be hallucinating because IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BIGGER.
“Dear?” His voice snaps you out of whatever trance his dick had on you. Shit, you have to do something. Say something! You look up, red face, eyes wide in thought. Ok, ok, girl you’ve got this. You so, totally, really fucking want this to happen. And you can do anything if you’re in a dream right?
Sucking in a breath, you bring one shaky hand down towards his stomach. Your nimble fingers trace downwards, stopping just above his opened fly. You clutch his shirt and pull it closer to you in an effort to- well you weren’t sure what the fuck you were doing. In his mind, you were more interested in playing with his shirt than doing the actual deed. “Then do it.” You finally muster.
You look up and- Oh man the expressions on this guy. “What?” He asks, cocking his head as his hands that were stilled to his sides slowly move and wrap behind your back, supporting you as he leans in. His chest was now touching yours, and you see his face inching closer. You swallow.
“Do it. W-what you just said.” You’re thinking it takes a moment to process, as he’s just standing there staring until he actually throws you onto the bed. His hands quickly snake under your butt as he lifts you, dropping your body onto your soft mattress. You gasp, but your mouth is soon covered by his own.
It’s a bit awkward as he lifts himself onto the bed with his mouth still attached to yours, but the face you see as you part for air makes up for it. “Darling,” He kisses you. “You have no idea,” His lips trail down, leaving wet marks on your neck. “How badly I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He punctures his want by, a little too rough, bite on your shoulder.
You bite your lip. “Ngh..” It’s only a bit of pain, but you’re a pussy to it anyways. Pressing your hands against his shirt, he suckles at the small wound before planting a kiss and pulling away. You look at him, mouth slightly open as you pant. You’re hot, the rooms hot, he’s hot. You think- oh my god is this when you take your clothes off.
..
Yeah well no shit sherlock.
… You weren’t going to be the first one.
“Can you take your shirt off.. Like, first?” You nervously ask as his hands rub at your sides. Already looking down at you, his hungry gaze softens but does notdissipate.
“Of course, anything for you pretty.” You blush at the nickname. Gods, he’s got butterflies in your stomach and a cat clawing to get out of your shorts.
Sitting on his knees, you prop yourself up against the pillows behind you and watch as he removes his black vest first, tossing it onto the floor somewhere. You’re memorized as he does so, watching intently as your hands unconsciously slide in between your lap. You can already feel the heat from your skin, your finger softly presses into the thin strand of shorts material covering your underwear. For a second you thought you pissed yourself a little, because how can anyone be thiswet?
His eyes catch yours as he removes his shirt, trailing down when he catches sight of where your fingers sit. You instantly freeze in his stare, embarrassed you were seen touching yourself as he basically gave you a striptease. His fault, not yours.
Throwing his shirt away instantly, he slides himself over to you in a heartbeat before setting his large hands on your thighs. “My, darling.. You just can’t wait, can you?” You nod softly, thoroughly entrapped by his entrapping voice. He smirks, rubbing your thighs before sliding one in between your lap, capturing your un-moving hand.
Not even giving you a chance to speak, or think, he brings your hand up and lifts it over your head. You’ve slid down further onto the bed now, head resting on the pillow as you look up at him with “Oh my god just fuck me now.”
He leans down. You can feel his hot breath against your right ear. “You put up this shy, adorable act dear.. But I know how you really think. Inside, you want nothing more than for me to pound you into this bed, don’t you? I’ve seen all your dirty glances, your face is practically an open book.” He chuckles coming up, seeing your tomato face prep for the picking.
His other hand not holding up your own slides off from your thigh and makes its way downwards. You jolt as one of his fingers slowly glides over your clothed crotch. “Mhm-!” Your soft moan is cut off by him attacking your mouth. He slides his tongue in, capturing your own. You close your eyes as he starts sucking on your tongue as if it’s his last meal. Sweet Jesus mother Mary, if you don’t get something soon you think it’ll be the end for you.
The fanart wasn’t lying when they drew his tongue-
He pulls away after a few minutes of face sucking. You’re both panting. His finger, which had just been settled onto the heat of your crotch began its pace, sliding up and down, pressing, teasing. You would have groaned if not for his words, “Now, let’s give you what you want.”
Two fingers slip between your shorts and underwear, making you gasp as they’re coated in your arousal. It’s embarrassing. It’s weird. But, my god- Is it hot. A long finger enters you, it goes in fast and easy from how wet you are. You catch a flash of surprise in his face before that same, bedroom eyes and psycho smirk combo reign.
Another finger enters you, more slowly now. You breathe out as it slides inside. Your eyes have increasingly found interest in anything but him. In particular, his own eyes. They seem to iridescently glow in the dark room, giving off a soft hue of blue. How the hell is that even possible? No clue, but keep doing it because it’s cool, cat man.
It’s a bit awkward, not gonna lie, as he fingers you. It’s slow, barely pleasurable in physical aspects, and whenever he slides his hand out, your underwear moves to do its job and cover your vag. But as you look down, his cheeks dusted with a soft, rose colour, smile wide enough to eat you whole, not like you wouldn’t like that, and the way he’s staring at you-!
You let out a soft moan to catch his attention, and it works. He brings his eyes up to yours, and through the rock in your throat, you manage a few words out of your blubbering mouth. “Can we, can you- or me, I don’t know uh, take off my shirt? It’s getting like, really hot.” You let out a soft giggle and shut up.
His grin widens. “Of course darling.” He practically purrs, removing his fingers from you as he brings them to his lips. You lean up just as he wraps his tongue around his glistening fingers, slurping up your fluids. Your mouth opens, watching in disbelief as he licks his fingers clean. A wave, a shiver of something shoots straight down. You already miss his attention, but his eyes have stayed on you the whole time.
Shifting closer to you, you lean in slightly as his hands touch your waist. “I love how soft you are, you’re making me go crazy my love.” He pushes his face into your stomach, breathing out a long, overjoyed sigh as he rests. You let out an awkward chuckle. You don’t really know where to put your hands, seeing as you’ve neverdone this before. As soon as you decided to put them on his back, he lifted himself back up.
Startled, you quickly shove your hands to your sides, clutching into the blankets. You smile at him when he meets your face. He does the same. Caressing your sides, his fingers hitch underneath your shirt and quickly pull it off you. Hair falls over your face as he does so, and before you could push it away, he’s already on it. Pushing the hair away from your face, he tucks several strands behind your eyes.
You’re pretty sure you have a Charlie Brown smile, saying “Thank you.” In a small voice. AH- why is this getting so cheesy.
His eyes fall from yours, giving your body a not-so-subtle look over. You let him with more confidence than earlier. Something inside you broke, you wanted him to look at you. And he, as he looked up and saw you with a small smirk, did so. His eyes grazed over you as if you were a turkey dinner, a bucket of ice cream, hell you get the appeal.
“You truly are irresistible..” He whispered, with a groan following after. You blushed, bringing your hands behind and unclipping your bra. Throwing it away, you puff out your chest as he stares. “You have no idea what you’re doing right now, dear..” He leans in closer, and you slide down. He’s hovering over you now, hands sliding up your sides before coming to a halt on your breasts.
His legs shift closer, and you abruptly feel himself start to grind against you as he fondles your tits. You let out soft moans, finally getting a bit of relief. “Ngh-!” You breathe out as he pinches your nipples. He chuckles before leaning down, kissing one of your abused nipples.
“So cute..” You hear him whisper. You let out a whine, it slips from your lips as he roughly grinded into you.
“Please, oh god, I can’t take it anymore. Take off my pants!” You groan as he doesn’t stop touching you.
“You’re wearing shorts, dear.”
“Take them offfff!” You whine louder. Squirming from under him, he hastily removes himself to fulfill your request. After all, he did say he’d do anything you want. You lift your butt up when he takes off your shorts, getting a little shy as he stares at the wet stain on your underwear, he takes that off even quicker. Well, cats out of the bag.
Naked as the day you were born, you shiver from the small breeze. Peter, in the midst of removing his own clothing in a haste, looks over at you just as he’s taken off his pants. “Cold?” He mentions. You nod, swallowing thick saliva as you look at the tent of his boxers. He smirks, watching your eyes fall. “Let me warm you up then.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the overused sentence but welcome him anyways as he slides off the rest of his clothes.
Your eyes are on drugs as he comes back on the bed. Looking everywhere. You look at his dick, standing up and at attention. At ease, soldier, your assignment is here. Your eyes glance to his chest, where a faded yet very visible scar of a carved heart sits above his own. The voice in the back of your mind faintly reminds you just how obsessive this man is, but the rose-coloured glasses are sewn to your face.
He settles in front of you, over you once more. His fingers tease your entrance, slipping 2 in once more. You move your hips around him, making him utter a low “Fuck..” He removes his fingers, grabbing hold of his strained cock. The fingers that were just inside you glide over his length, making him shiver. From the look on his face, it seemed as if he was already close.
Aligning himself with you, you shoot out your nervous hands and clutch his shoulders. He looks at you. You nod. “G-go, please. I really- need this, now.”
“Anything.” He murmurs before starting to push in. You’ve used toys before, some that even your friends have said, “What the hell, Y/n?” but feeling the real thing- You start to wince just as the tip finally enters you. He’s going slow and you mentally thank him. Of course, he wouldn’t hurt you, not unless you wanted it.
“You’re amazing, you’re doing so well, my love.” He purrs, petting your cheek. You softly smile and lean into his touch. It feels so nice, and warm.
“H-heh, thanks.” He feels you relax allowing him to slide in further. You clench your eyes shut, feeling him stretch you. It’s an awkward feeling, but the more you un-tense and breathe, it’s starting to feel better.
A few minutes pass, and with several compliments, touches, and relaxation, he’s finally inside fully. You breathe out, eyes wide as you look at your belly. His hands are touching where you’re staring, a small bump. Just how big is he??
“G-god, darling, oh dear, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” As he’s talking, he slowly pulls out. You let out a sound, a mix between a whine and a groan. His hands plant themselves on the bed beside your hips. Digging his knees into the bedding, he pushes his hips back towards you, sliding himself inside faster.
He lets out a choked sound, clenching his teeth as you moan. “Agh!”
“How does it feel, love? Am I filling you up good?” He slides out, and before you can answer he’s already pushing himself back inside. He doesn’t need an oral answer to know he is. The way you’re clenching around him whenever he enters, his cock pressing up against your walls. He slides in further than you thought possible from a human. Hell, is this guy even one?
“Oh fuck!” You moan out, biting your lip as he thrusts into you. A chuckle slides from his lips as he quickens his pace.
“I’m going to fill you up darling. Fill you with my love, and you’re going to take, all,of,it.” He growls, puncturing his words with each thrust of his hips. You nod, looking towards him as you breathe heavily.
It feels so good, better than you’ve imagined. He slides out quicker, painless than before. The pleasure is hitting you like a rock, from how long you’ve held up until now. He hovers over you as he pounds you into the bed, the old wood creaking as he moves.
The only light that shines is that of your monitors and the strangely hypnotic hue from his eyes. Blue shines brightly from those baby blues, allowing you to see the way his face glosses over with excitement. The way you’re under him, begging for him, allowing him to take you, to fill you.
Peter groans, widely rearing his hips back before plunging into you. It’s a quick sequence of motions, repeated until both of you are reaching your end. You know how it feels to cum from clitoral stimulation, never really having any luck with the dildos you’ve bought. But this time, your orgasm is catching up to you quickly.
It’s a wave of hotness that washes over you, you’re choking on nothing as you squeal out incoherent words. You feel yourself clench around him just as he slides back inside, making him release a low groan followed by a raspy, “Fuck- Dear!”
Your eyes go white for a second, followed by a feeling of bliss. And more warmth. You pant, not even needing to look down as you feel yourself become flooded by heat. Peter’s doubled over, heaving as he tries to catch his breath as he cums inside of you. It’s a couple of seconds before it looks like he’s come down to earth, before pulling out from you slowly.
Sticky is the only word you can describe it. As you’ve relaxed, you feel the warm come slowly leak out from you. He watches it, with red face and no shame, as his cum falls from your hole. You blush, having the urge to hide, but knowing him he’d move your hands faster than you could cover-up.
“Cmere.” You throw your arms out towards him. It’s a little chilly in your room, and you’re in no mood to clean everything up. Hell, it’s most likely almost 6 in the morning, that’s why you’re so sleepy.
Peter smiles at you, a surprisingly nervous one on his face as he shuffles over and falls by your side. You pull the blankets over the two of you as he wraps an arm around your waist. You scoot closer, setting your head against his chest as you sigh and close your eyes.
“Mhm.. You’re warm.” You speak, making him lean more into you.
“I love you, darling.” You hear him comment, but you’re already drifting asleep.
- Some doodles of Chris in casual attire and his work uniform uwu)
-( algunos garabatos de Chris con ropa informal y su uniforme de trabajo uwu)
I think I’m going to take advantage of the fact that I publish this to tell some curiosities about him:
(Creo que voy a aprovechar que publico ésto para contar algunas curiosidades sobre él:)
. He is a big fan of the supernatural, mainly aliens and all the conspiracies or theories related to these topics. (His obsession is such for these issues, that he begins to monitor the daily routines of his neighbors in the apartment to look for evidence of reptilians or aliens …which does not end up being to Don’s liking, who has already tired of warning him that he will throw him out if he continues with his particular hobby xd)
(Es un gran fan de lo sobrenatural, especialmente los aliens y todo tipos de conspiraciones o teorías referentes al tema.
Su obsesión es tan grande por estos temas que ha comenzado a monitorear las rutinas diarias de sus vecinos en el departamento para buscar evidencias de reptilianos o extraterrestres… razón por la que el Don le advierte hasta el hartazgo que deje ese particular Hobbie antes de que decida echarlo a la calle Xd)
.He is good with some instruments and likes to compose songs … but he always leaves them unfinished (he is very lazy even with his own hobbies)
(Es bueno con algunos instrumentos y le gusta componer canciones… aunque nunca las termina. Es muy vago hasta con sus propios pasatiempos.
. He is very lazy, irresponsible, childish but mostly clumsy at work.
it is advisable to keep it away from fragile objects… and the fire… NEVER let his cook X"D
(Es realmente holgazán, irresponsable, infantil; pero sobretodo muy torpe en el trabajo.
Es recomendable mantenerlo lejos de las cosas frágiles ….y del fuego ….NUNCA hay que dejarlo cocinar X"D)
.The only thing his can make perfectly without ending up burning half a room is pancakes
(Lo único que puede preparar sin terminar quemando media habitación son los pancakes)
Thanks for all the support received in my social networks, I am very happy to know that the content that I upload is liked by others and motivates me to continue improving ♥️♥️♥️♥️
I hope that this support continues and many more join this ✨"chaotic space"✨ ^^
-(Gracias por todo el apoyo recibido en mis redes sociales, estoy muy feliz de saber que el contenido que subo es del agrado de los demás y me motiva a seguir mejorando.
Espero que este apoyo continúe y muchos más se sumen a este ✨"caótico espacio"✨ ^^)
- As thanks and celebration of so many followers, I wanted to make this little Halloween fanart uwu
-(como agradecimiento y celebración por tantos seguidores, quise realizar éste pequeño fanart de Halloween uwu)
- I don’t really like being insist about these things because I feel that those who see my content should give “likes” or share if they want. But if you could give a little more support to this drawing, I would be very grateful, it was done with a lot of effort and dedication u,w,u)
-(Realmente no me gusta insistir en estas cosas porque siento que quienes ven mi contenido deberían dar “me gusta” o compartir si quieren. Pero si pudieras dar un poco más de apoyo a este dibujo, te estaría muy agradecido, se hizo con mucho esfuerzo y dedicación u,w,u) )
Thanks for all the support received in my social networks, I am very happy to know that the content that I upload is liked by others and motivates me to continue improving ♥️♥️♥️♥️
I hope that this support continues and many more join this ✨"chaotic space"✨ ^^
-(Gracias por todo el apoyo recibido en mis redes sociales, estoy muy feliz de saber que el contenido que subo es del agrado de los demás y me motiva a seguir mejorando.
Espero que este apoyo continúe y muchos más se sumen a este ✨"caótico espacio"✨ ^^)
- As thanks and celebration of so many followers, I wanted to make this little Halloween fanart uwu
-(como agradecimiento y celebración por tantos seguidores, quise realizar éste pequeño fanart de Halloween uwu)
-I was thinking that in the piano scene maybe it would be Peter’s turn to try to make the first move to reconcile with Y / N again -v-U
I liked recreating this part because it is one of my favorites and a classic ^^
-(Estaba pensando que en la escena del piano tal vez sería el turno de Peter de intentar hacer el primer movimiento para reconciliarse con Y / N nuevamente -v-U
Me gustó recrear esta parte porque es una de mis favoritas y un clásico ^^)
- when you don’t like to use your name, but if your crush says it …
- (cuando odias usar tu nombre, pero si lo dice tu crush…)
P.S.: (~•w•)~ I take the opportunity to give more information about my tik tok account, if you want to give your support I would appreciate it very much uwu ♥️♥️♥️♥️
(P.D.: aprovecho la oportunidad para dar más información de mí cuenta de tik tok (~•w•)~ por si quieren darle apoyo se los agradecería mucho uwu ♥️♥️♥️)
- I also had some drawings of TK and Lucy prepared uwu
-(También tenía algunos dibujos de TK y Lucy preparados uwu)
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- for Lucy i thought of her as a kind of Japanese fox / kitsune, for his appearance and flirtatious personality.
- (para Lucy pensaba en ella como una especie de zorro / kitsune japonés, por su apariencia y personalidad coqueta)
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- and with TK I felt that due to his calmer personality he would be a very adorable kitten and a bit fussy too … very easy to tease frequently XD
-(y con TK sentí que debido a su personalidad más tranquila, sería un gatito muy adorable y un poco quisquilloso también … muy fácil de molestar con frecuencia XD)
- No reportar (Si no te gusta, no lo veas/ignorar)
- OC x Canon
-Recordatorio:
Your Boyfriend es un juego no apto/recomendable para menores de edad, ni para personas sensibles a ciertos temas explícitos. Así que respetemos las condiciones dadas por su creador.
Ahora sí, disfrútenlo ♥️ :3
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- just some practice sketches … sorry for the cringe this can cause, don’t kill me pls :’D
- (sólo algunos bocetos de práctica … perdón por la vergüenza que esto puede causar, no me maten pls :’D)
