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Wishing funeral director! Mr.Turner a happy birthday would include….

First off- it’s Mr.Turner’s birthday?

Was almost everyone’s reaction within ‘Parks and Kin’

It’s not like any of you could be blamed….it’s not like Mr.Turner’s the warmest man on the planet-

he’s just somehow slightly less cold than the clientele here

Upon finding out it’s his birthday, you wanted to get him something

Should you get him anything? What the hell do you get a funeral director for his birthday?

And then it hit you….

You’d told Mr. Turner to meet you in the embalming room for an “important discussion,” little did he expect to see you laid out on the embalming table, covered in a thin linen. At the bottom of your feet was an assortment of bones that read:

ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᵁ ᴮᴼᴺᴱ ᴹᴱ

“Is that real bone?” he asked, a smile slowly began to grace his face as he brought a hand to your thigh. You shudder at the warmth of his hand clashing with the nerve-chilling cold of the metal slab.

“Do I get extra points if it is?” you tease, and that just riled him up. His lips swiftly pressed against yours to prevent another word from leaving yours. His eyelashes fluttered against the apples of your cheeks while you paw and tugged at anything on him your hands could find. Your teeth lacked against each other as his hand slithered up to your tummy to the hand that held the sheet up to your breasts. Your pulse was throbbing as he pulled the sheet down and started cupping your lukewarm skin.

His breath heaved against the crook of your neck as you sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder as your thighs pressed together lewdly. His lips were wet with saliva as he nibbled and bit at your supple skin as you moan. Pillowy and soft, they drag up to your jaw as his warm, thick, long fingers wrap around your hardened nipples as you moan softly. His breath ghosted against the side of your face as you heaved.

“This is the best gift,” he whispered. His eyes still glued to the dingy, off-white linen that pooled around your hips and stomach as you breathed.

“This is no doubt gonna do something for you,” you joked. He scoffed, pinching your nipples hard as you squeal in pain and excitement, your hips beginning to rock on their own. Trying their damnedest to must his as he scooted himself closer towards the table top.

“And what if it does?” he asked, growing slowly climbing atop the cold, steel, embalming table as your heart thrumped loudly in your chest. Both your breathes caught in your throats as the soft thuds of his limbs melting the dip in the slab as he now fully rested atop you.

“I’ll let you figure it out,” you grinned then gasped at him pushing you back down onto the table, your muscles tensing like you've been thrown into a tundra. All the nerves on your skin jumped up. Leaving your skin all pimply as Alex’s breath on your skin brought heat to your whole face.

“How about we find out together?” Mr. Turner purred, pressing his hard-on into your thigh as he moved his hands from your breasts. Large, found their way back to himself, slowly beginning to undo the zipper of his jeans as you suck in a breath.

“Don’t get shy. You suggested it,” he taunted before unzipping himself and revealing a surprise: he’s gone commando today. Your cheeks stung as he chuckled at your wide, doey-eyed face, pulling his cock out with no hesitation. A smirk lightly graced his face as you chewed on your bottom lip.

The room felt as if it were spinning as you spread your legs slowly, making a heavy imprint in the sheet. Alex ran his hands up your thighs. His fingertips gently swiped side to side as if searching for some type of hidden treasure. Your breath hitched as your hand crept underneath the cloth to meet his. The warmth of his skin radiated off him as he inched closer between your legs. Your eyes were glued to the obvious lump beneath the sheet that slithered ever so close to your cunt.

“Y/N,” Alex said in a low, hushed tone. By now, your skulls kissed as he breathed heavily. The hand that was under the cloth gripped at your thigh, pushing it aside as he slid between your legs. Your mind racing wildly as you looked up at him.

“Yea?” you sigh, your eyes couldn't bring themselves to his. Your knees knocked against one another as he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple before rolling the head of his cock against your leaking slit as you moaned into the table. Gripping the ends of it as you shivered underneath him.

“Don’t hold back,” he said, and then he drove into your tight hole as you held back a moan, his hand shot for your jaw. Forcing your lips to pucker as he plunged deep into your pussy. A long groan left you as you clench around him.

“That's it, Princess, let daddy know how good ‘is cock feels,” he hummed. Alex rocked his hips into yours, the light clatter of glass bottles filled your ears. Your eyes screwed shut. The crumbly feeling of static ran through your fingers. Your stomach flopped as his hips quickly began to fuck harder into you.

A bevy of moans and whines tumbled from your lips as Alex flung his head back wantonly. His thrusts somehow perfectly hit your spot as you writhed.

Your body jolted whenever your skin met the untouched, frigid parts of the metal slab. Unintentionally clenching around his cock, the both of you pause. Moaning into the still air. His clothes chest heaved while his left hand gripped your face a little tighter. Your teeth clacked together in tune with his thrusts.

“Fuck you're so tight,” his cock nudged at your spot again as you drooled onto the web of his palm. Your toes curled against the slab, and the sticky slaps of your skin grew louder, echoing throughout the embalming room. Both your huffs filled the air as he reached for your breast with his free hand. Engulfing your chest with his large, calloused hand palmed at your tit while he moaned softly.

Gasps and cries of bliss leave you as he rolls his hips into yours. You bucked back into his, clenching and unclenching around him now arching your back and wrapping a leg around him.

“Yea, fucking milk my cock angel,” he sighed, watching your greedy hole spasm around him. A creamy, white ring of slick formed around his dick. Moaning as the both of you buck into each other. Alex removed his hand from your face, your moans now louder as your eyes screwed shut.

The cold air grew warm as you both began to melt into each other. Bucking into each other as the clatter of embalming fluid filled the room. His cock drove deeper as Alex moaned into the crook of your neck, gripping the fat of your thigh as his thrusts started to speed up. His moans grew louder, and his chest heaved. His locks of hair fell out of place as his hips started to stutter.

Your breath caught in your throat as he twitched inside you. His brows furrowed as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Baby, where do you want me to cum huh?” he asked between moans, still thrusting quick inside you as you squirmed as your abdomen pulled.

“I-” You blinked away the fog that clouded your head and looked up at him. Alex paused, panting as he held onto your leg. He now looked into your eyes. The syrupy, saccharine brown of his irises shined in the cold, blue fluorescent light. He couldn't help the slight grin on his face as you breathe.

“It's okay, just point to me where,” he cooed, his tone shakey as he tried catching his breath. You can feel his pulse racing as you raise a trembling finger towards your breasts. With a huff, he carefully slid out of your hole. Making you miss the fullness he gave you as he straddled your stomach. His tip poked at your breast as he stroked himself.

Mr. Turner huffed. His hips bucked into his fist wildly as you bit your lip in anticipation. He cursed loudly as you press your breasts together. Screwing his eyes shut while you watch in awe.

“Fuck you look so fucking pretty baby,” he groaned, flinging his head back. His cock head full of blood as it twitched in his palm. Swiping his leaking tip as pressed your thighs together tightly.

“Tell me how much you want my cum,” he blurts, moaning as his thrusts suddenly slowed. His mouth fell open, you could only blink in slight shock.

“I want your cum,” you stuttered. Your fingers weakly pinched at your nipples. He moaned in response, drips on precum fell onto the valley of your breasts.

“Yeah fucking beg for my cum princess,”

“I want your cum on my tits Mr.Turner,”

“Yea baby? You need my fucking cum huh? Such a filthy fucking slut, bringing me in here and letting me fuck you on the embalming table?” he taunted, his hand now moving faster as a grin snuck into your face watching him now squirm and fuck in his hand with need. Moaning louder as his thumb swiped his slit.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum baby,” he groaned. Pre still dripping from his cock as you hummed and watched while he cursed. His hips still thrusting while you scoot down directly below his leaking girth. He snagged his lip between teeth as he let out a low, guttural groan.

His hips stuttering as fat drops of cum fell on your breasts. His groans echoed throughout the room as your eyes fell on his cumming cock. Heavily breathing, Alex crumpled atop you. The pounding of his heart could be felt between your chests. Your eyes fluttered shut as you reach a hand up to card through his hair. Feeling his chest expand and compress against yours.

“Happy Birthday Mr.Turner,”

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