Only Me
kyle spencer x reader smut
warnings: dubious consent, biting, kissing, shameless smut, undead kyle, zombie sex, zombie kink, halloween, song lyrics, dead dove: do not eat
word count: 6,205
a/n: hiiii !! halloween fic in june !! lol this one's my most bizarre fic yet probably !! i made kyle a lot more zombified than he was in the show !! if you're squeamish about corpses and wounds and stuff, i wouldn't tread any further !!
apologies for the usual: inconsistencies, characters ooc (kyle's a little more instinctive/aggressive here), clunky writing, etc etc etc
taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz (as usual, ask to be added !!)
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A full moon shined in a bright, stunning spectacle, high above Miss Robichaux’s Academy. A striking contrast to the black skies of a particularly cool Halloween night. Shrouded in a veil of evening darkness, the old-fashioned academy emitted an otherworldly glow. From the first floor windows, flashing lights of slime green and hellish orange flickered in endless repetition.
Inside, a small group of young witches danced. Dressed in their skimpiest costumes, they moved fluidly to the beat of Oingo Boingo’s Dead Man’s Party. Blaring loudly through a large set of speakers, the tune mingled with the girls’ laughter. Meanwhile, the older women of the academy socialized near cluttered snack tables. They chatted away with each other, paying no mind to their free-spirited students.
Dead Man’s Party.
An ironic song, you thought. Given the only ‘dead’ man in the room seemed beyond confused. You wondered if he even knew what the purpose of a party was. His Frankenstein brain might’ve forgotten parties entirely. Such a concept was also ironic. Considering, when he was alive, Kyle had attended enough frat parties to keep the beer industry thriving for years at a time.
The ancestral room felt alive with energy. You stood in a corner with your back against the wall, sipping overpriced punch Myrtle Snow had prepared herself. An unamused look crossed your face, as you watched Zoe and Madison dance. Their movements were effortless and intentionally suggestive.
Between them, looking out of place and somewhat lost, was Kyle. The zombified blond was hunched over in his loose-fitting flannel shirt. And his expression spoke of someone who had no idea what was happening around him. Unlike everyone else in the room, he hadn’t worn a costume.
Poor guy. It seemed like no one had warned him ahead of time.
There was an unmistakable tension in the air, as Madison and Zoe grinded their thin figures against Kyle. The indecent movements of their dancing were almost unbearable to watch. And you couldn’t help but recoil at the sight. The girls glared at each other, trying to outdo the other in a shallow competition for Kyle’s attention.
As Kyle stood there, he kept his head tilted down. His curly, blond hair fell into his face, and his eyes were blank and empty. Kyle must have been oblivious to the girls’ intentions. You felt a pang of discomfort in your chest at the thought.
“Jeez…it’s like I’m watchin’ a car crash in real time…and I can’t look away…” You said, sipping your punch.
Queenie, dressed in a dingy, striped sweater and a Freddy Krueger cap, leaned casually against the wall next to you. Her sweater fell loose off her shoulder, leaving it bare. She sipped her punch as she laughed, her Kreuger claws resting on her hip. Oingo Boingo echoed in the background, competing with the sound of her voice as she spoke.
“Those two are a wreck if I’ve ever seen one.” She joked, shaking her head, “Somebody’s gotta get in there and save that poor guy. Dude looks miserable. ”
“How pissed do you think they’d be if I cut in?” You asked. Glancing down at the lacy hem of your dress, you toyed with it idly in thought.
The pounding music in the room seemed to pulse in time with your heartbeat. Danny Elfman’s wavering voice echoed, booming throughout the floor.
I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin’ with a dead man, with a dead man
Your ruby red slippers twinkled on your feet. You wore an (admittedly) revealing Dorothy of Oz costume, with a blue dress lined with white lace. The skirt barely reached past your thighs, showing off your legs in thin, white stockings. You clutched a decorative picnic basket, with a plush, scottie dog sticking his head out from inside. His beady eyes shined in the party lights.
“You’d be doin’ Kyle a favor if you did. But, girl, I dunno…” Queenie pushed herself off the wall, “You know those two ain’t messin’ around. They’re feral over him. Listen, whatever you decide to do? It’s your funeral. We’ve all seen what happens when Madison loses her shit.”
Queenie sauntered off then, her hips swaying with each step. She joined Nan on the dance floor. And you let out a sigh, knocking your head against the wall. After watching Zoe and Madison’s shameful display for a few moments longer, you decided enough was enough. You pulled your phone from your basket to check the time. Only 6pm.
Gracing your ears in tune with the catchy beat of the song, Danny Elfman’s voice rang out.
Don’t run away, it’s only me
Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see
If your hunch was correct, neighborhood trick-or-treating had only just begun. And even though you and Kyle were well into adulthood, the thought of indulging in such an innocent, nostalgic activity was too enticing to resist. Halloween was a holiday wherein Kyle could blend in with the general population. And if you accompanied him, he’d finally get some reprieve from the constant objectification he was accustomed to. It was a win-win.
You waited a few more minutes, hoping the two girls would eventually tire of their petty competition. As time passed, Madison finally stumbled off in her heels. Presumably to have a smoke out back. Queenie, ever the helpful friend, pulled Zoe away for a dance. Leaving Kyle free of anyone’s clutches. Seizing your chance, you immediately stepped in. And you lead him upstairs to your room.
It took around ten minutes for the two of you to finally leave the academy for trick-or-treating.
Five minutes to patiently explain your plan to Kyle, trying your best to help him understand. And another five minutes to help him get ready, after struggling to clarify what Halloween was to begin with. You asked if he wanted to dress up in a costume.
Kyle’s only response was a simple, slurred-
“W-Woooooolf.”
He then made an awroooo sound in an adorable attempt to mimic a wolf’s howl. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen Kyle do. And hearing him make such a precious sound instantly melted your heart.
You took the time to chat with Kyle. And you joked that if you’d known ahead of time he wanted to be a wolf, the two of you could have coordinated costumes. Perhaps you could have gone as Little Red Riding Hood, and him as the big, bad wolf. Even though you weren’t sure if Kyle understood the reference, he gave you the sweetest smile nonetheless. In his undead eyes, you saw a sparkle of lingering humanity. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling your heart melt just a little more.
Carefully guiding Kyle to the bathroom, you brought him in front of the mirror. Using a dark, eyeliner pencil, you drew a big, black dot on the tip of his nose. Then, with a steady hand, you doodled adorable, cartoon whiskers on his cheeks.
Which, in retrospect, made him look more like a cat than a wolf.
But Kyle seemed delighted with his new appearance regardless. He held his big hands up in front of the mirror, curling his fingers into claws. Kyle faked a snarl, scrunching his nose and showing off his pink-tinted teeth. The teeth of a dead man.
To your own surprise, you managed to sneak Kyle out of the academy without a single hitch.
For the next few hours, you lead him around a local neighborhood. As the two of you made your way down the street, you marveled at the eerie decorations at every house. Politely, you approached each doorstep, excitedly proclaiming, “ Trick-or-treat! ” while holding Kyle’s hand loosely in yours.
Thankfully, nobody seemed to mind that you two were well past the necessary age for trick-or-treating.
You stopped to explain the concept of Halloween to him once more, after he struggled to understand what trick-or-treating was. He furrowed his blond brows, as though deep in thought. Kyle made a frustrated grunt in response. You couldn’t help but smile, finding his confusion…strangely endearing. Everything about him was endearing, really.
Despite his initial confusion, Kyle definitely enjoyed the candy aspect of Halloween. The treats. His opaque eyes lit up with glee, and he held his pumpkin bucket up in front of you like a fabulous prize. You cheered him on, showing off your basket overflowing with goodies.
A thick mugginess in the air felt sticky against your skin. As the hour grew later, the air shifted to a sharper, colder chill. Crisp, autumn leaves fluttered in the breeze, twirling in colorful circles along the road. The once charming decorations at every house now appeared all too creepy in the dark. Illuminated only by a combination of moonlight, and the occasional streetlight; the neighborhood appeared desolate and empty. You wrapped an arm around yourself for security and warmth.
Perhaps it was time to return to the academy before things got any spookier.
Kyle loomed in close proximity to you all night. And as the hours passed, he leaned in even closer. Part of you began to question your assumptions about him. Perhaps you had misjudged. Maybe Kyle appreciated the constant attention Zoe and Madison gave him back at the academy.
His craving for physical touch was obvious. Every time you tried to create some space between the two of you, he pressed himself against you again. It became clear then, physical intimacy was something Kyle wanted on an almost constant basis. And given his limited communication skills, you figured he had no other way of expressing such a need. He stuck to your side like glue, walking with you throughout the cold, dark neighborhood.
You were reminded of that Oingo Boingo song. Dead Man’s Party.
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man
Ooh-ooh, waitin' for an invitation to arrive
Ooh, walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man
Despite his proximity, Kyle’s body provided you with no warmth. You were left plagued by the nightly chill in the air. And out of nowhere, Kyle groaned, sounding displeased about… something. You didn’t know what. Worried it was your fault, you moved to give him more space. Kyle appeared even more annoyed then. He choked on words he couldn’t say. And you stopped in your tracks on the sidewalk. Gazing at him with concern in your eyes, you tried to deduce what the problem was.
“Hey, K-” You started.
Before you could ask him, Kyle reached out a hand. He stared down at you with black, cloudy eyes. Between his pale, grey lips rested a half-eaten candy bar. His fingers were covered with sticky chocolate. And he made a move to pull the collar of your low-cut dress down.
“Oh! Wh-...Kyle!! What are you doing, honey?!” You shrieked in hushed surprise.
At that moment, something must have clicked in Kyle’s Frankenstein brain. Some kind of instinctive shift.
Even though he loved his candy, chocolate wasn’t necessarily the kind of Halloween treat he wanted. He pulled the chocolate bar from his lips, tossing it aside into the grass.
“Treeeaat…” He slurred, with his pale, chapped lips coated in chocolate. Kyle tugged the front of your dress down even lower, “Tr…tr-trick…or treeeat?”
Your breasts almost popped out from the force of his strong tug. The swell of them bounced in a mesmerizing display, looking supple and smooth. Smears of chocolate stained the clean, white lace of your dress. Gasping, you backed up before Kyle could do anymore damage. You stumbled on your sparkling, ruby slippers. As you struggled to find your balance, Kyle eagerly followed. He pushed his strong body against yours, leaning down to kiss you.
“Kyle, no! N-Not that I mind, if this is what you want! But…can you at least wait until we get home, bud?” You protested, bringing a hand to his mouth to stop him.
You were fearful of any late-night passerby catching the two of you in such a compromising position. Kyle knit his brows together, put off by your rejection. You gave him a sympathetic look, and lowered your hand.
Whatever you said before, none of it registered. Kyle abruptly attacked your neck with his mouth, and you sucked in a sharp breath. His lips were frigid and cold against your skin, their rough, chapped texture scraping across your neck. Reveling in your taste, he hungrily swirled his cool, slimy tongue.
“Honey, no-...s-stop! You can’t-” You pathetically whined, patting him repeatedly on the shoulders to get his attention.
Kyle devoured your neck like a Halloween treat, sloppily tonguing your smooth, warm skin. You squirmed as he wrapped his thick arms around you tightly, pulling you closer. The entire weight of Kyle’s body pressed itself into yours. Dead weight. You lost your balance again, stumbling backwards. And without meaning to, you slipped off your feet behind a nearby lining of bushes.
Taking a tumble, Kyle came down with you. He immediately took advantage of your vulnerable position on the ground, crawling over your body. Even as you continued to protest, Kyle’s attention returned to your neck. He nipped at your skin, flicking his sticky tongue in a desperate thirst for more of you. Underneath your body, you felt dewey grass seep wetness into your dress. You squirmed again, hesitant to give in to Kyle’s reckless desire.
“Pleaaaase! Just let me-...Kyle, please, help me up, won’t you?” You begged in a desperate plea.
He groaned a throaty noise into your soft neck, and his hands began to explore your body. Fighting to maintain your dignity, as well as your modesty; you made another move to push Kyle off of you. Your hands pressed hard at his thick shoulders, but he refused to budge.
“I’m serious! If you wanna do this together, we can, okay? Just…not here! This is…it’s a neighborhood, right? What if someone sees?? Let’s just wait until we get home, please?” You insisted, “Kyle, p-
Unexpectedly, he cut you off (or shut you up, rather) with a surprise kiss.
Lips of a muted, grey hue collided with your own, more saturated ones. A kiss of life and death. Kyle’s lips were ice cold, molding effortlessly with your warmth. He tasted of a bizarre mix between cheap, dollar store chocolate and…something else you didn’t recognize. Something almost…earthy.
He was the sloppiest kisser you ever locked lips with. Prodding at your lips fiercly with his tongue, Kyle demanded entrance. When you didn’t let him in, a frustrated growl vibrated through his mouth. His hand darted down to your chest, where he tugged the front of your dress with an even stronger pull. Threatening to rip it apart, as though he knew you would protest.
You opened your mouth with a surprised squeak, scrambling to pull Kyle’s hand away.
That oozy, freezing tongue of his slithered its way past your lips like a wiggly leech. Thick and slimy in your mouth. Kyle’s kisses became filled with a wild and unrestrained passion. Even though such a messy makeout session would be off-putting to anyone else, you found yourself melting into it. Despite having no concept of restraint or consistency, Kyle’s lack of skill was somehow intoxicating. You were irresistibly drawn to his discolored, dead man tongue.
You couldn’t help but think of how you always admired the way he looked.
When he was alive, Kyle was undeniably stunning, and so gorgeous. He had one of those beautiful, sunshine smiles, and golden hair to match. But after his resurrection, he was viewed as somewhat of a monster. Since the initial work done to bring him back had been less than subpar. To the average person, Kyle looked like a walking corpse pulled straight out of Night of the Living Dead.
However, Kyle’s zombified appearance did nothing to deter you. In death, you found him attractive in about a million other, more forbidden ways. Perhaps you were a bit of a freak behind closed doors.
And now, you had the opportunity to appreciate Kyle, in all his reanimated glory. Allowing yourself to explore his bulky, undead form. Corpse-like in appearance, Kyle’s body seemed right on the cusp of decay.
Maybe you could indulge in your curiosity and unconventional attraction…for just a few minutes. A moment or two wouldn’t hurt. Kyle was obviously desperate for the attention anyway. It was almost cute, really. The way he fought so hard to fool around with you.
Yeah. A few minutes of teasing touches. And then, you’d surely head back to the academy together.
You hesitated to touch Kyle intimately at first, careful not to cross any personal boundaries.
You knew Kyle harbored strict boundaries somewhere in that Frankenstein brain of his. Misty had told both you and Zoe all about it. Though, none of you had any clue where such boundaries originated. Was Kyle somehow self conscious? Did his instincts operate on a more intense, animalistic level of fight or flight? There wasn’t any way for him to tell you, and you’d never be able to guess on your own. Best to tread lightly.
Kyle loomed over you, guzzling your lips and tongue like a hungry man starved. Raising a hand, the tips of your fingers took a careful chance. They brushed across the poorly sewn stitches in his neck. Grazing his prominent scars, you traced their irregular lining.
You were afraid he might recoil, but Kyle instantly melted into your touch. His shoulders fell slack for a moment, and he moaned a soft, little whine into your mouth. It was as if tracing the scarred etching of stitches brought him some sense of relief.
A trail of thick, gooey saliva connected your tongues, as Kyle pulled his lips from yours. He gazed down into your eyes with a soft expression. The cute dot you'd drawn on his nose was slightly smudged now, along with those kitty wolf whiskers. You noted the way his hefty form looked, illuminated by a faint blanket of warm, yellow light. The street light flickered from above, as if threatening to abandon the two of you in the dark.
You stared back into Kyle’s foggy eyes. They were somewhat empty of humanity, with black pupils blown wide. His brawny chest became exposed, as you unbuttoned the thick flannel of Kyle’s shirt. Trembling fingers felt across his pecs, your skin burning hot against Kyle’s lifeless cold. He shuddered under your touch, arching his back slightly.
“W-Waaarm.” He slurred, “Mooore…”
Patches of discoloration decorated Kyle’s broad torso. They reminded you of a tropical desert map. One in which Kyle’s pale skin was the desert sand. Portions of his flesh had turned yellow in color. Faint hues of deep purple and sea-foam blue leaked through, similar to a watercolor palette. You ran your fingers over the discolored patches of skin, feeling subtle, textural changes. Kyle’s skin was overall smooth, but slightly torn near his ribs.
“Stop me if-uh…if this hurts, okay?” You whispered in a soft tone.
Kyle tilted his head, the blonde curls of his hair dangling over his face.
Morbid curiosity overcame you, as you momentarily delved deeper into Kyle’s ripped flesh. The texture of his skin was uneven, as the surrounding skin had dried out slightly. Hesitant, yet alarmingly eager, you dipped your fingers into a decaying wound close to his ribs. Keeping your eyes on Kyle’s face, you searched his expression for any signs of discomfort. Beyond the scabbed edges of his skin, your fingers found a cold, mushy cavern inside.
You felt the cold rigidity of his rib bones just beneath the surface, the dampness of his insides slimy and raw. Kyle’s breathing steadily grew labored the longer you explored him from the inside. His jaw fell slack, dark eyes rolling back in his deep sockets. After teasing the wound for a few beats longer, you pulled your digits from it. A warm blush pooled in your cheeks, and you exhaled a flustered laugh. Ashamed of yourself.
“S-Sorry, honey…” You apologized, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Kyle whimpered in response, wildly shaking his head. A slimy stickiness lingered on the tips of your fingers. And you made a mental note to thoroughly wash your hands once you finally returned to the academy.
You explored Kyle’s peculiar body for a moment longer. Beautiful, blue veins were visible under the thin layer of his skin. You traced those veins, following their intricate, web-like patterns. Kyle’s eyes fell closed as you did. He hummed soft, submissive whines. His head occasionally jerked in sudden, instinctive motions. After opening his eyes, Kyle stared down at you with a more lax, half-lidded expression.
You noted the way his eye sockets were slightly sunken in, appearing almost skeletal. A smokey darkness surrounded his foggy, black eyes, making them pop when they widened with abrupt impatience.
Growing fed up with your slow-paced, careful touches, Kyle darted down. He returned to his original task, gnawing pink teeth against the burning flesh of your neck. Your blood pulsed under your skin, beating against his slimy tongue. You brought your hands up to his blonde curls, carding your fingers through the somewhat-ragged locks.
Kyle’s hair was clean and washed. Yet, the strands felt like those of an old, decrepit dog. Curls dangled in his face as he mouthed your neck, and Kyle sloppily licked the bruises he sucked harshly into your skin. He pulled at your skimpy outfit, tearing rotted, jagged fingernails into the cheap fabric. Exposing your bra-covered breasts, Kyle ripped the front of your dress apart in one, harsh jerk. You wrapped a hand around his wrist, fighting to pull it away before Kyle tore your bra off as well.
“WAIT! Kyle, no! You can’t, honey!! I-It’s cold out here!! And someone might see!!” You insisted, “B-Before we do that, let’s go back home first!”
You were in too deep now, that much was obvious.
He jerked his hand away from your hold, groaning in protest. Kyle brought his massive palm to your chest, curling his fingers into your bra. He ripped the garment apart, letting your tits bounce freely. Immediately upon seeing them in their lucious, supple glory, Kyle made another noise. A groggy, throaty sound dripped from his tongue, drooling cool saliva over your breasts. He didn’t hold back, dropping to swipe his sticky tongue hungrily around one of your nipples.
“T-T…T….Treeeeeeeat…” Kyle groaned, ragged over your breast.
You whimpered, your nipples immediately hardening in response to his numbing, chilly touch. Your hands dropped to Kyle’s broad shoulders again, as you attempted once more to push him away. Ruthless with desire, Kyle licked and sucked your tits, as though thirsty for the milk you couldn’t provide.
By now, Kyle was handling you a little more roughly than you preferred.
As the dull flats of Kyle’s teeth sank into your flesh, biting hard; you were beginning to second guess yourself. Kyle chomped into your smooth skin like he wanted to rip you apart and feast on your blood. You wiggled from under him, trying to shimmy away. The hand of his not occupied with your breast, darted up to your shoulder. Kyle forced you down with his palm, keeping you in place. Mesmerized by the pheromones permeating from your pretty breasts, Kyle couldn’t stop himself. He gnawed your tit even harder.
And for you, that bite crossed a line.
Imprints of Kyle’s teeth were left embedded into your skin. Weakly raising your basket, you fought Kyle off, repeatedly whacking him on the shoulders with it. Candy flew out from the basket in every direction. In the back of your mind, you mourned their loss.
No matter how much you fought, Kyle refused to budge. If anything, your protests encouraged him further. Kyle grew more frustrated, growling monstrous noises into your tits as he sucked one hard. He scraped his teeth up to your collarbone, chomping into your skin so harshly you nearly cried.
“Stoooppp!!! Please!!! Kyle, sweetheart, that hurts!!” You pathetically begged, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes, “Please stop!! It’s not good, Kyle! It’s very bad!”
He shook his head wildly with another animalistic growl, keeping you caged under his body in the wet grass. Kyle moved himself further down your squirming form, jerking the skirt of your dress up over your belly. The tiny, lace panties you wore underneath were exposed to him completely, along with a shameful, wet spot between your legs.
“Noooo! Good… v-very good …” Kyle grumbled, frustrated. He sank down between your legs, enveloping your clothed pussy with his whole mouth.
Goosebumps shot across your thighs as his cold breath met your cunt. Kyle’s teeth roughly grazed you, his slimy tongue prodding your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. You instantly panicked, kicking his shoulders with all the might you had left.
Kyle violently tore your delicate panties off, ripping the fabric at the seams and leaving you bare. Crisp, late-night air nipped your poor, defenseless pussy. Fearful that Kyle might start chomping at your cunt like a corpse in search of brains, you quickly rolled onto your belly in the grass. You crawled forward on trembling limbs, your veins pumped full of adrenaline.
“L-Let me go, Kyle! No more! We gotta get back now!! P-Please!” You cried, rushing forwards with your knees pressing into the dirt.
Kyle came charging after you on all fours, his movements similar to that of a vicious, feral predator. The panic swarming your brain heightened, surging down your spine. Your heartbeat kicked to high-speed. Scrambling to stand, you were faced with the unfortunate reality…that your legs were too shaken and weak to function.
Your thin stocks were stained with mossy green, as wet dew seeped into their fabric. Just as you made it to the sidewalk pavement, you felt the tight grasp of cold hands wrapping around your ankles. Your ruby slippers kicked frantically against Kyle’s hold. But his grip tightened around them. Kyle dragged you by your ankles behind the bush in the dark, his jagged, rotting nails sinking into your skin over your stockings and scratching holes in the fabric.
That Oingo Boingo tune stuck on repeat in your head, echoed eerily topical lyrics in your subconscious mind.
Don’t run away, it’s only me
Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see
Don’t run away, it’s only me
Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see
You couldn’t hold back the terrified scream that leapt from your throat.
Kyle’s eyes flew open wide. He moved quickly, climbing over your body from behind. Reaching around to clasp a large, cold hand over your mouth, Kyle growled chilly breaths into the shell of your ear. You could feel the hard press of his sizable bulge against your ass.
You barely registered the sound of Kyle’s hushed, throaty voice shushing you, as you cried for him to stop in loud pleas. He whispered in your ear gentle, slurred reassurances…or, at least, he tried to. Kyle apologized repeatedly, mouthing your ear and neck in a more loving, yet clumsy way. Less teeth. Thank fuck for less teeth.
“S-Ssssss-...sooorry.” He mumbled slowly, “N-N…N….Neeeeed…”
Trying to calm yourself, you breathed long, deep breaths through your nose.
Realistically, you knew Kyle never intended to hurt you. And if he did, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. He was a creature who operated purely on animalistic, carnal instinct. His brain functioned at a process slower than the average person. Like Frankenstein’s monster. Of course, it should come as no surprise. If Kyle desired something as natural as sex, his thirst was bound to make him slightly more deranged.
Maybe he just hadn’t been taught otherwise.
With one of his hands clasped tightly over your mouth, Kyle brought his other to his jeans. He felt around aimlessly for the button, finding it difficult to free his cock from the constrictive denim. After a bit of agitated fumbling, Kyle finally released his hefty, undead cock from his pants. Perched in the grass on your elbows and knees, you curiously dropped your head to take a glance at his dick.
You were lucky enough to catch a quick glimpse of Kyle’s thick, bouncing cock. It was discolored like the rest of his body, and covered in vivid, blue veins. In your mind, you questioned the logistics. How was it even possible for a zombified man to get an erection?? Was it witch magic? Was witch magic really powerful enough to keep oozy, undead blood flowing through a zombie?
Kyle mounted you much like an animal in heat, guiding the fat tip of his cock to your weeping entrance.
The stark contrast between his corpse-like temperature and your own, more lively warmth shook you to your core. You gasped into Kyle’s palm, your lower-half squirming as the deathly cold, smooth length of his cock pushed its way through your searing walls. Your pleasant heat engulfed Kyle’s dick completely, and he immediately roared a guttural noise from deep in his chest.
“T-Trrrreeeeeeeeeeeeaaat!” He slurred in a broken tone, “ G-...G….Gooood treat.”
Those were the last, coherent words Kyle spoke, before carnal instinct took over his brain completely. He violently jerked his hips forward, sinking his stiff cock deeper into your pussy. The leaking, wet tip hit your cervix in a bruising pressure. You fell forward into the grass, almost losing balance on your trembling legs. Kyle released his hold on your mouth, instead raking his blunt, uneven nails down your body.
Pumping his cock through the tight squeeze of your cunt, Kyle dropped his palms to the grass. His brittle nails dug themselves so deep into the dirt.
“K-Ky-” You choked, feeling a thickness bubbling in your throat, “Kyle, please-”
The slickness of his length felt inhumanly cold inside you. Your blistering hot pussy constricted around him, grasping hold of Kyle’s cock and pulling him in deeper. He wanted so desperately to gnaw and bite you again, but he refrained from doing so. Kyle made huffy, monstrous noises as he fucked you raw and hard in the grass. Guttural, zombie-like groans echoed, ragged against your ear from behind. He carried no restraint, as he drilled you with his dick so hard and deep, it began to hurt.
Your entire body buzzed with sharp, pinpricks of overwhelming pleasure, edging so closely to pain. But somehow, you registered the ache as intoxicating. Your body couldn’t stop itself from betraying your brain’s warnings. Despite your suffering, your pussy fluttered so wet around Kyle’s cock. Hot, slick heat made it so easy for him to fuck you as hard as he desired. Allowing him to act on his unfiltered, baseless instincts.
“P-Please-...Ky-...Kyle…slow down, please-” You begged, mewling little cries.
Your soft voice only encouraged Kyle. His thrusts turned more violent and rapid, losing any consistency. Heavy balls slapped repeatedly at your hot mound, teasing your clit. Out of your control, your eyes rolled back in their sockets, as you moaned in blissful ecstasy.
Kyle’s nasty, unrelenting thrusts were so powerful in force, the overstimulation was enough to make you cum from penetration alone. Your fiery heat tightened around his pulsing cock, and your body erupted in a mind-altering onslaught of uncontrollable, orgasmic trembles. Kyle roared another guttural, monstrous sound, unable to resist sinking his blunt teeth into your neck. He wrapped an arm tightly around your middle, jerking you backwards to meet his thrusts.
“Kyle, wait!” You struggled to speak, your head dizzy and swimming. Turning your head slightly, you felt Kyle’s messy, blond hair brush the skin of your cheek, “Don’t finish inside! You have to – f-fuck – you have to pull out! You can’t cum inside me, baby!”
Your ass bounced recklessly against the hairy mound of Kyle’s pelvis. If he understood what you meant, it was clear Kyle had no intention of listening. Burying his length to the hilt in one, final, savage thrust; Kyle spilled his sticky, zombie seed deep inside your hot, living pussy.
“N-NO! KYLE, NO-” You panicked again, trying to crawl forward and out of Kyle’s grasp, “FUCK! YOU CAN’T-”
He roared his loudest noise yet, the sudden sound tearing through your eardrums. Latching a palm tightly around the back of your neck, Kyle forced you face down into the dewey grass. With your ass up and out, he fucked the last of his cum into your pussy with a near damaging force. A frigidly cold sensation pooled in the pit of your belly.
For a short moment, Kyle kept his slick cock buried inside you. Even as the length softened, he took his time before pulling himself from your cunt. And once he finally did, the thickness of his off-colored, oozy cum came spilling out of you in heavy spurts.
As it turns out, zombies cum a lot.
You shivered, sniffling as hot tears raced down your reddened cheeks. Kyle released his hold on your neck, reaching up to pet you clumsily over your hair. Behind you, you heard shuffling as he fought to tuck himself in his pants and fumbled with the button. Your knees collapsed into the grass, and you heaved rapid, frantic breaths. You couldn’t deny the way your body quivered with blissful, euphoric exhaustion.
“Kyle…for fuck’s sake…why…” You sniffled with a hiccup, lying with your cheek pressed to the grass.
Several bite marks of deep, dark violet littered your once clean skin. You rolled onto your back on the ground, your chest rising and falling with every quick breath you took. Kyle sat back on his knees, staring down at you with an expression of fearful, worried confusion. It seemed that, somehow, he didn’t understand why you were so immobile and worn out.
Kyle’s black eyes steadily trailed across every mark he left behind, all over your neck, collarbone, and breasts.
He frowned, his foggy eyes pooling with heavy tears. The whiskers and nose you’d drawn on his face earlier were smeared to high heaven, leaving black streaks on his cheeks.
Crawling over you again, Kyle gently buried his teary-eyed face in your tits. He pressed soft, cool kisses along your abused skin. Before resting his cheek on your chest. His thin, blonde curls tickled your chin.
“S-S…ssssorry… ” He mumbled through his tears. Kyle rubbed his thumb across one of the bites he left behind, making you wince, “B-Baaaad…not gooood…sorry…”
Despite his rough handling, you knew you couldn't stay mad at Kyle for very long. In a way, he'd made you feel pleasure beyond anything you ever experienced with an average, living man. And the loving kindness he carried under the surface of his monstrous exterior made you adore him. So much more than you already did.
You let out a long, tired sigh, raising a hand to gently run your fingers through Kyle's curls.
"What am I gonna do with you, huh? It's okay, honey. It hurt a little bit, but...I'm fine. Just..." You breathed an exhausted laugh, wincing as you tried to move, "Let's try to teach you a little restraint next time, okay?"
If you thought about it logically, there was no possible way you could actually get pregnant from a reanimated corpse, right? His swimmers were probably dead as doornails. Regardless, you felt a little squeamish knowing loads of gooey, zombie spunk resided inside you. You shivered at the thought, shaking your head.
Yeah, you definitely needed a long, hot shower. Asap.
"Can we please go home now, Kyle?" You begged, weakly sitting up on your elbows.
Peering up at you through adorable, innocent, dark eyes, Kyle blinked slowly. He nodded, pushing himself quickly off your body.
"H-Hhhhhh-....Hoooome..." He mumbled, politely holding out a hand to help you up.
You found yourself too incapacitated to stand. After such a raw, violent fucking, your body felt on the brink of death. Consumed by exhaustion, it was as though you'd become the living corpse. Undead and barely functional. Falling into the grass on your back, you groaned, burdened by a deep ache in your bones.
Catching on to your pained, tuckered-out state, Kyle reached down. He wrapped his thick arms around your body, effortlessly lifting you up over his shoulder. It was a ridiculously careless way for him to carry you, but you couldn't find it in yourself to complain.
In one hand, Kyle held his pumpkin bucket and your basket, both slightly empty of the candy they once held. With your limp body lying slump over his shoulder, he used his other hand to keep your skirt pinned over your butt. Nice of him to consider your decency.
In the empty, desolate cold of a moonlit, Halloween night; Kyle carried you all the way back to the academy.
And the whole way, as you hung limp over his shoulder in a fucked-out daze...you hummed a song softly to yourself.
Oingo Boingo kept looping endlessly in your head, like a persistent parasite.
I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walking with a dead man over my shoulder
I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walking with a dead man over my shoulder
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Night To Remember-Danny Elfman x Reader (Oingo boingo)
Summary: After spending an amazing night at the Coachella festival, you a long time friend and fan of Danny are about to have a memorable night when you both decide to release all the tension you've been building.
(Been a big fan of Elfman for many years but seeing him recently in the Coachella event made me feel things. So here came this sinful one shot.)
(Warnings: this is smut, degradation, choking, age gap the reader will be around 30'stheir . Reader is on the alternative side with dyed hair, tattoos,etc.)
I was never a fan of these sort of festivals, thousands of people being all mushed up in the hot days of summer. I wasn't planning on coming at first but was surprised when one of my best friends presenter me with an extra ticket just for me.
It was early in the morning and the place already filled with people, celebrities and influencers taking pictures of some of their ridiculous outfits, who would wear those sort of things at s hot ass day?!
Paying not much mind to them or anyone else, I began to tune a guitar at the rather quiet room I was in. "Everything alright, (Y/N)?"
I smiled looking up at the familiar red head, the leader of Oingo Boingo. "Of course!" I replied fast but looked down at the electric I was still tuning up.
"Well, you're oddly quiet today." So he noticed, of course he would.
Danny had always been the only one to notice when something is up with me, wether good or bad. He's been really good at reading me, i don't have many friends but he's one of the few that genuinely cares about me. Whenever I'd get depressed and not wanting to leave my apartment he would come over and spend a bit of time with me.
The thing is that I've recently been growing feelings towards him, i always had a slight of crush him but the more he's been hanging out with me the more I care for him.
I was always used to seeing him almost as the nerdy type with his glasses but recently he's been even more involved with changing his looks, he's grown his hair out and got plenty of tattoos. I was with when he got a few but haven't been able to see the rest, said it would be surprise.
I'm in my thirties and he's in his sixties.
People would most certainly talk and pick at us. I should just put my feelings to the side and enjoy that I at least know this man so many love and look up to.
I've had the pleasure of working with him in so many projects, he even got me a few small roles in films particularly from Tim Burton who's now like family to me. Every Halloween Danny would play his most famous songs or the score from Nightmare Before Christmas, so he would always invite me to play with the band and orchestra.
I would always play the guitar. Nothing interesting ever happened in my life until I met him due to a family member attending an event and introducing to us.
"I know when you're lying. Something is bothering you." He insisted and took a seat next to me, he gently took the guitar out of my grasp and he held it instead.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just nervous about playing tonight." I continued to lie to him. Thankfully he he bought it.
"That's odd I haven't seen you nervous before about playing."
"Well, you know how people can be at these sort of events. The guitars are all tuned!" I quickly exclaimed and handed him his black guitar which he took and placed my purple colored one to the side.
He started testing the guitar and smiled up at me, "What would I do without you?" He teased which made me chuckle back.
"I'm nothing special, only learned from the best." I complimented and saw him also standing up. My heart skipped a beat when I felt his hand run through my dyed colored hair.
"You're very special, (Y/N) and don't say otherwise." He scolded me which only made me blush.
I heard footsteps approaching and quickly looked over and saw one of my friends, Sam who also plays in the band as a violinist waved at me. "Wanna come and buy a couple of drinks with me?"
"I'll be seeing you later today." Danny said when he noticed me unsure on wether to stay or go with my friend. He gave me a wink before walking over to hid other friends.
Sam and I walked outside where the crowd were and noticed many people selling drinks, food and alcohol. "Soo I noticed you and Danny.." Sam began with the teasing.
Out of everyone into Sam is the one who knows of my crush. "You know you should just go for it, lady time to girlfriend noticed you both and said you looked cute together."
"Glad to know you and her agree on that. Not many people would agree if our relationship were to go further."
I was stopped by Sam her dark eyes staring into my own, she moved a few strands of her short black hair and shook her head. "Do what you feel is right, quit worrying on what others might think of you. You think it was easy on my case?"
Sam and her partner have been dating for around two years and got engaged about five months ago. She isn't much on decorating or planning things up ahead,but she asked me to help her out in a couple of weeks since they are planning on getting married at the end of the year.
"I know what you went through and i admire you for it."
We continued to talk while we made a line to buy a few things, we almost tripped over a crowd and almost got lost on the way back. I noticed many celebrities with bodyguards surrounding them and noticed some other artists who would be singing throughout the day.
The both of us made it back and placed the items on a table and entered a quiet to practice for later tonight.
"Alright! so this is what we'll be playing. This is gonna be a night to remember." Sam smirks to herself while reading the set list sheet in her hands. I peeked over and read all the songs.
Spiderman Theme, The Simpsons Theme, Edward Scissorhands, Sorry, Insects, Nothing to Fear (But Fear Itself), Just Another Day, Jack's Lament, This Is Halloween and What's This?. That's a few of what we're gonna perform.
A few familiar people who would be playing with us are We Borderland, Nili Brosh, drummer Josh Freese drummer, bassist Stu Brooks, and the complete orchestra and choir coordinator, Steven Bartek.
Few hours went by and I changed myself into a black dress with fishnets under it for my tattoo to be visible, i also wore black almost knee high boots, i braided my hair to the side and applied a bit more of heavy makeup.
I stepped out of the changing area placed my belongings in a backpack and quickly began to run through the back stage to fetch my guitar and followed everyone on the stage. "I know you'll do great!" Danny said walking to my side while we stopped in front of the stage.
We noticed many fans eagerly waiting for us to perform, many people were standing right up front just to watch us. It makes me proud everytime.
Danny stepped forward in the middle while I stayed on the left side and strapped my guitar right and slowly started to strum it along with the second guitarist. The sky was already getting darker and the bright lights on the stage were complimented the now dark atmosphere.
Slowly we started to get into it the instruments got louder and the orchestra behind us were giving their all playing beautifully.
This Is Halloween was playing and the rest in front let the orchestra do their magic along with Danny singing along with a few scenes from the movie playing in the back screen, i noticed he was also wearing a black and white striped coat like Jack.
Many people in the crowd started singing the familiar song while I silently sang it and held onto my guitar and looked over to see the other guitarist doing the same.
Later on we started playing the song True. I started shredding the guitar and having the time of my life jumping up and down while easily playing the strings. The other guitarist started playing perfectly as well as we watched towards the crowd and looked back at Danny singing.
Next thing I know I looked over and saw him take his shirt off. If I weren't up on stage I probably would've freaked out, "He has awesome tattoos!" I thought as I continued to play.
I definitely didn't expected him to be all tattooed, the crowd went wild seeing him and the band continue to play the songs. I felt ashamed at myself for beginning to feel that familiar sensation I gelt when Danny and I were alone once as he held my hand while I myself got a tattoo back then.
But this feeling I'm afraid was already turning to lust. I would for sure be getting hated on if people were to know about my crush on him, I mean people would for sure be checking out on the age gap we both have. Fuck that I should listen to what my friend said.
I eagerly continued to play and walked forward on stage when Danny made me step closer to the crowd, i felt myself getting flustered when I felt his hand on my shoulder and singing close to me.
We continued to play through out the night and I couldn't stop admiring him, finally we finished the last song and waved at the crowd. Each of us tiredly walking backstage and high giving each other.
"You were amazing!" Both Danny and I said when we located each other.
"The crowd went wild and your tattoos! I love them." I smiled and tried to not blush in front of him.
Sam stepped between us along with his other band mates. "Let's go and celebrate with a couple of drinks." Most of us went over to have a few drinks and I felt myself getting just a bit drink.
"I think I should head back to the hotel!" I yelled at Sam since the music was once again loud on stage. She gave me a thumbs up, she knew of how tired how was so I wanted some rest.
"I'll go with you then!" Danny quickly offered and grabbed my hand so I wouldn't lose him through the crowd of people.
The both of us started to walk ahead until we were a bit far from the venue, in just a few minutes we arrived at the hotel and I opened the door to my hotel room. "I'm so tired." I groaned landing on my bed and heard the door lock itself up.
"Tired? The night is just starting." He joked making his way to sit next to me.
"Well, my adrenaline isn't as high as yours then." I shrugged but found myself getting bolder when I rested my hand on his leg.
"How about we do something else…? Are you up for it?" His voice sounded deeper and his eyes seemed to get darker.
I knew exactly what he meant the tension in the room has changed. I nodded my head and felt his hand behind my neck, making me lean towards him when he pressed hid lips against mine. The kiss got rougher until he gripped my waist and made me sit on his lap.
I figured the urge to moan when I felt him growing under me, his hands tightened around me until I felt one of his hands around my neck when he moved down to kiss and bite my neck to leave a few bruises.
Danny's hand wandered down to my ass, massaging the flesh there with me grinding on his lap. I can feel himself getting hard.
Both his hands take hold of my hips until he started to lower my top part of the dress revealing my breasts. Danny's hands wander to them right away, so did his lips. Danny placed delicate kisses on my chest before moving down to my breasts and catching a nipple in his mouth, his tongue playing with the piercings I had secretly gotten a while back.
Soft gasping noise fell from my lips as he continued to bite and suck, slowly he lowered me down the bed and took my dress off. His rough, calloused palm parted my legs a bit while he knelt between them. Holding me in place while he began to palm me through my underwear, already soaking them.
“You’re already so wet for me, (Y/N), I've barely touched you my dear.” The word rolled off his tongue and sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel his bulge rubbing suggestively against my thigh. He was as needy as I was.
He applied more pressure naming me release a soft whimper. I could feel my slick dampening the cotton material inciting a jolt of pleasure right through me. My body reacted to his touch instantaneously and found myself rolling my hips to meet his. "Let's get you a bit more comfortable." He hurriedly got rid of my boots and fishnets, he then slid his hands down my legs to my thighs, the only remaining clothes I had on was my underwear and the knee high socks.
"Please do something." I begged wanting him to touch me. I've been waiting so long for this moment to happen.
"As you wish my dear." He smirked and didn't wait. Without much restraint Danny ripped my off right and threw the shredded thing right over his shoulder. He hooked his strong tattooed arms around my thighs and pulled me towards him while he sat on the edge.
I didn't feel shame or embarrassment only excitement over what was about to come.
Danny spreaded my legs wide open, his eyes stared down at my wetness dripping down the white sheets. "Looks like you've been hiding this from me."
I shivered when he placed a single finger on the other secret piercing I had done. Without hesitation, his mouth hungrily went down on me, licking and slurping, drinking me up like it was the sweetest thing he has ever tasted.
"O-Oh God!" I moaned loudly and reached down to grip onto his set of red hair. He moaned against me the more I gripped his hair, his tongue plunged into my slit while his hand groped up my breast. His long fingers twisted and pinched at my stiff bud till cried out.
I could feel him grinning against my cunt as he continued to eat me out. His nose would occasionally brush against my clit, causing my body to twitch and strain against him. Danny's other hand continued to thrust his fingers inside me while he pressed his thumb against my nub.
"Danny…” I moaned again. My hand continuing to grab his curl, tugging at it slightly, causing him to growl right into my cunt again. "I'm gonna-" I squeezed my eyes shut when he thrusted his fingers faster for me to come.
I felt a familiar knot in me when I began to get closer. The room was filled with the sounds of my moans as I came, when I opened my eyes I saw the sheets and my thighs wet, he withdrew his slick fingers and wiped them against the sheets.My cheeks flushed when I realized that it was the first time I squirted.
Danny wiped his mouth and reached up to hungrily kiss me. I moaned at the way I could taste my own essence on his tongue.
"You're such a good girl." He smiled wide and played with my hair and placed his fingers under my chin.
I reached my hand out towards his trousers and pulled the elastic down along with his boxers. He was definitely big. Danny leaned down again to wrap his hand around my neck while kissing me furiously. I moaned out when I reached down and began to stroke him, also noticing the many tattoos he had lower down.
"Tonight's all about you my love." He slowly released me and laid me down on the bed. He also laid down next to me and grabbed my hips from behind in a spooning position.
I closed my eyes and felt his kisses on my neck and one of his hands running up my stomach and to my breasts again. I squirmed when I felt his fingers playing with me again, moaning once again when he began to dirty talk me. "Do you want me to fill your pussy?" I bit my lip and nodded my head.
"Please fill me up. I need you inside me, Danny." He smirked and I felt him rub the head of his cock against my slit first, coating it with my juices before he pushed himself right to the hilt. "Fuck!" I panted.
Wasting no time Danny began to thrust into me. His gripped the side of my waist and watched me in pleasure. "It feels so good." I moan leaning my head back onto his chest and feeling him going in and out of me.
I clenched around him when I felt his hand on my stomach down to my pussy again rubbing my clit. This made him grunt and go even faster.
“Oh my God, Danny." I gasped out loud. I felt so overwhelmed by everything all at once. "Oh God!" I cried out and felt fusing out slick down my thighs when I came around him. My second orgasm hit me harder but Danny wasn't done.
Without pulling out he moved us so I was laying my back on the bed and he was now above me. He spread my leg further and resting one over his shoulder making him hit my deeper.
He looked like a god above me. His tattoos complimenting his body while holding me down.
I wasn't going to last again through the overstimulation was beginning to tire me out. Tears were also beginning to run down my face when he began to roughly fuck me. Danny again connected his lips to my nipples, panting heavily on my chest when I felt him getting closer.
I reached forward and pulled Danny up to kiss me again, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
"(Y/N)" I heard him say my name. A warning that's he's close.
His dark eyes met mine and I felt myself blushing again. "Come inside of me." I beg and watched him pulling my hips to his faster.
He proceeded to push forward till he filled me up to the brim. The motion knocked all of the air right out of my lungs as he continued his assault. He wasn’t being gentle with me as he began to pick up his pace.
"Danny!!" I fell down on the pillow again we i came hard and squeezed around him.
A string of swear words fell from his lips. Danny came with a low grunt as he shot his load in me. But still, he continued to thrust into me. I cried out when I could feel the warm, sticky fluid dripped right out of me when he pulled out.
Danny fell on my chest and held me close to him. I tiredly running my hands down his hair. The hotel room was now filled with the sound of heavy breathing. I felt my body extremely tired and well spent.
Slowly Danny probed himself up with his arm and looked at me lovingly. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hands. Soft whispers of praises fell from his lips.
“You're so beautiful, (Y/N). You don't regret this do you?"
I smiled back and shook my head. "Not at all. I've loved you for so long. Do you feel the same?" I ask afraid if this would be a one time thing.
Before I could ask anymore Danny shuts me up with a hot kiss. Without a word I wrapped my arms around him and enjoyed my time here with him.
This night surely will be one I'll forever remember.
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Hi it's me moldy salad from a03, listen ik you've been getting a lot of Danny Elfman requests but I was wondering if you could do a Forbidden Zone one where you get lost in the 6th dimension and meet satan and its got a lot of sexual tension in it until you both snap and do the deed and it's got a lot of dirty talk in it? That'd be awsome thanks <3 (sorry this was so long lol)
Word count: 1,210
Pairings: Satan(Danny Elfman) x Reader
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, domination, breeding kink
Summary: Reader begins to adjust to her life in the sixth dimension, and she can’t help but fall for Satan. He’s sexy and he wants her just as much as she wants him. He shows her a good time.
A/N: For all you Danny Elfman fans(and non Danny Elfman fans), please go watch Forbidden Zone. It’s fucking insane and such a great movie! If you think you’ve seen weird films, well this movie is going to challenge that...plus Danny plays Satan. It’s fucking great!
When you first found yourself in the sixth dimension, you thought you would meet your demise here. Everything was just so strange and beyond words to explain it, you figured you would die. It didn’t seem like anyone could even live in a place like this, but eventually you fell into an odd routine and found a place to call your own in this odd place.
And with all of these adjustments, you also found yourself pining for Satan. Sure, it wasn’t a normal choice, but he was very handsome and he amused you very much. From what you could tell, he was very much interested in yourself as well, which was something you could hardly believe given the fact that you knew that he also had a thing for the princess.
As the days went on, you found yourself growing more and more interested in Satan. He practically haunted your dreams as you continued to adjust to your new life here. You often spent time pleasing yourself to thoughts of him dominating you, and him doing whatever he wanted to you. In the sixth dimension, there wasn’t anything that was too lustful or sexual. Everything here was on the table, and you knew that maybe if you finally told Satan that you were interested in him, maybe you’d finally be able to live out your fantasies.
One day, you found yourself talking to him, and you couldn’t help but flirt and touch him lightly. He was being his usual playful self, which was making you even more infatuated with him. His smile made your knees weak and you wanted to throw yourself at him.
“I can tell what’s going on inside your mind,” he teased. You smirked at him, wondering if he could actually read your mind. You figured he might actually have those powers.
“Oh yeah? Tell me what I’m thinking.” You said playfully. He smiled at you, reaching out to grab your hand.
“You’re picturing me kissing you, holding you down and having my way with you. You’ve been picturing this for months, and you’ve been touching yourself to thoughts of me.” Satan told you, watching your reaction.
You chuckled softly, leaning over towards him and kissing him on the lips. He pulled you onto his lap, his hands lingering on your ass. You could feel his erection grow as you ground your hips into him, making him groan softly. You loved the sound of his voice, it was like music to your ears. He began kissing your neck, moving up to your ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so good,” he teased, his hands coming up to cup your breasts.
“You think you can please me? I’d like to see you try.” You challenged, hoping to get him aroused and ready to have his way with you.
“You’re funny if you think I can’t please you. I know you’ve been wanting this for so long.”
He lifted you up, bringing you over to his bedroom. Everything felt so burning hot, and you could feel yourself begin sweating slightly. He pulled your shirt from your body, leaving you nude from the waist up. He smirked as he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra.
Your back hit his mattress and he climbed on top of you, unbuttoning his shirt as you helped him out of his suit jacket. You couldn’t believe how well he dressed considering how so many people here walked around in the nude or almost nude.
“Little girl, you’ll be begging me to cum inside you once I’m done with you.” Satan said, his breath hot and wet on your neck as he whispered in your ear. You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together to get some kind of relief.
He spread your legs, his hands wandering down and rubbing you through your pants. You whine and moan as he hits all the right spots, making you so aroused before he can even get you fully naked.
He took his time removing the remaining articles of clothing, and then he finally allowed you to undress him. His hard cock rubbed up and down against your wet cunt, drawing needy and throaty whines from you. You needed him now and you didn’t want to wait any longer. He barely touched your soaking wet pussy, and you wanted him deep within you.
“Patience, little girl. I’ll get to that soon,” Satan purred, making you feel impatient.
His fingers expertly worked on your pussy; two of them sliding deep within you while he leaned down to taste your sweet juices. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard. You cried out as he continued to devour you, making your whole body shake.
You wiped the sweat from your brow as Satan continued to fuck you with his long fingers and lapped up your juices. You felt like you would explode. Everything was different from any of the other men you had ever been with, and that was no surprise. He wasn’t like the other men you had been with. He was Satan!
Suddenly, you felt yourself gush all over his face. He smirked as he continued to lick you, his fingers never slowing. You moaned as your cum coated his face and fingers, and he barely seemed to mind. As your body was wracked with shocks of pleasure, Satan just continued his affections.
“You never thought you could do that, did you?” He questioned and you laughed breathily.
“No one’s ever been able to make me squirt.”
He pulled his fingers from you, placing them at your lips.
“Suck.”
You opened your mouth and sucked your own juices from his fingers. While you sucked his fingers, he roughly entered you. You squealed in surprise, not expecting him to begin fucking you this soon after your orgasm.
His hands gripped your hips as he pulled you into him, causing him to reach new depths within you. You groaned as he began thrusting. He slid deep within you with ease as your juices coated his cock nicely.
Suddenly, he flipped you over and pushed your face into the satin pillows. His hands are buried in your hair, pulling and causing you to mewl. His pace became even rougher and faster, making you closer to your climax.
“You’re going to be my little bitch now, and I’m going to breed you so good.” He whispered, his voice deep and dark. It was like something switched within him. He was no longer playful; only dark and demanding.
One of his hands came down to spank your ass hard, making you cry out. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he continued to fuck you hard, and you were seconds from cumming hard around his cock. Satan reached down to rub your clit harshly, which caused your orgasm to hit you hard. Your vision blurred and you mewled his name and other gibberish as he fucked you even harder.
His thrusts became erratic as he gripped your hips, and Satan moaned as he pumped you full of cum. You could barely make sense of anything as he pulled out, lying down next to you. You were out of breath and your pussy was very sore and leaking cum.
“Little girl, you’re mine now.”
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I really love your writing! Can you maybe do something smutty and wild with Danny Elfman after an Oingo Boingo concert? Haha Thank you!!
Word count: 1,234
Pairings: Danny Elfman x Reader
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex
Summary: Reader is a journalist who’s going backstage to get an interview with Danny Elfman after an Oingo Boingo concert. They don’t realize how wild it’s about to get.
You flashed your press badge to the security guard, and with a scary grin, he let you into the backstage area. Most of the band members were standing around the room, doing various things. A few groupies were trying to flirt with whoever they could. You felt very out of place, and you weren’t sure you knew how to approach the situation.
That’s when the man in question appeared. He flashed you a wicked grin, and you could feel your knees weaken. It was Danny Elfman, the person you were supposed to be interviewing for your magazine. He seemed so much more intimidating in real life than in the music videos.
He walked up to you, that same grin on his face making your heart beat faster. You could feel your throat dry up as he got closer and closer. Finally, he was standing right in front of you. You weren’t sure what to say, but you knew you needed to say something.
“Hi there, what’s your name?” Danny asked and you blushed.
You blurt out your name before clearing your throat. You needed to explain yourself.
“I’m here from Louder Than Words magazine for an interview. I think my secretary, Harry, called your manager to set this up.” The rest of the band eyes you as you explain yourself, and you can feel the blood rushing in your cheeks.
“Right, I remember now. Come over here, let’s get a little privacy.” Danny said as he motioned towards a closed off room in the back. You followed him nervously, hoping this will go well.
You had been working hard at making sure your magazine wasn’t going to flop in the last few months, and you spent a lot of it chasing down all kinds of new artists and new bands. This was the final interview your business partner had asked of you. You really needed this one to go off well so you could sell lots of copies.
Inside the room, you noticed there was a small leather couch, a few bits of musical equipment, a mini fridge and a table with some chairs accompanying it. You sat down at the table, placing your bag on the table. Danny sat facing you, that wicked grin never leaving his face. He seemed like he was some sort of mischievous impish creature and you weren’t sure if you liked it, or you were completely intimidated by him.
“So, let’s start this interview.”
You spend the next forty-five minutes asking Danny a number of questions, also reminding yourself to go around the room and ask the other band members a few other questions you had reserved for them. Once the interview began, Danny almost changed into a completely different person. He was well spoken and very intelligent. He clearly enjoyed his art and was very passionate about composing music. As time went on, you found yourself starting to crush on him. You hopelessly loved the way he was a sexual being as well as someone who was very intelligent and creative. Not to mention, he was devilishly handsome.
“I think that’s about it, Mr. Elfman. Thank you for your time.” You explained, getting up from your seat. Danny followed suit.
“Already done? I thought these things took longer than that.” Danny mused. He raised an eyebrow at you, moving in closer. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, and you couldn’t help but look into his eyes.
You found it very hard to find the want to leave the room, so you allowed yourself to be charmed by the man even more so than you had before even meeting him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a wild and sloppy kiss, which wasn’t unpleasant whatsoever. You felt your knees grow weak once more, but you did everything you could to keep yourself standing.
When you pulled away, Danny grinned at you. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, this time you felt yourself grow very wet. Danny pushed you up against the wall, looking into your eyes to make sure you were alright with what was happening.
“I’m fine. Please,” you whined, letting him know that you weren’t against this.
He slid his knee between your legs as he began kissing you again, this time his tongue sliding into your mouth. He tasted like beer, and his tongue was soft and made you aroused. Your hands buried themselves in his hair as his lips traveled down towards your neck. Danny began nipping at your neck, leaving soft bites and kisses.
“Let’s take this to the couch.” He suggested, bringing you over to the leather sofa.
Your back hit the sofa and suddenly, Danny was on top of you. His lips kissed you anywhere he could, and his hands moved up your shirt. His hands caressed your round breasts, drawing whines out from you. You could hear your throaty moans and they were surprising you. Usually, you stayed very professional with all the artists, but this time you couldn’t hold back.
Danny removed your shirt and pulled down your bra. His lips went straight for your nipples, sucking and licking. You arched your back, hoping to get more of that delicious feeling. As your hips began grinding against him, you could feel his erection in his jeans grow. Danny groaned as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to your body.
Within minutes, your make=out session went from kissing and groping to the both of you completely nude and panting. Danny grinned down at you, his fingers dipping into your wet cunt. You mewled as he rubbed your juices all over, lubricating you. His hard cock pulsed and leaked precum as he coated it in your juices.
“Ready?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You nodded, unable to even form words properly at this point.
Danny chuckled darkly, entering you roughly. You groan and grip the couch as your walls stretched around him. He pants softly as he begins a rough and fast pace, knowing he’s not going to have all the time in the world to fuck your properly like he wants to.
His name falls from your lips as he rutted into you with reckless abandon, causing you to become wetter. Your juices leak out of your cunt as you thrust against him, feeling your walls clench around him. Danny’s fingers came down to rub your clit, providing you with even more pleasure. The coil in your stomach began to tighten and you could feel your legs begin to shake as Danny kept fucking you hard.
You felt your toes curl as your vision blurred, your orgasm wracking through your body hard as Danny fucked you harder. Your legs began shaking as he quickly pulled out, cumming all over your tits. You panted as Danny smirked at the sight of you covered in his cum.
He slumped down on top of you, careful not to crush you. You both shared a final kiss before he got up to get you something to clean up with. For a moment, you realize how lucky you were.
Before you leave, you were able to get the answers from the other band members, and also you got Danny’s personal phone number. You couldn’t believe how this turned into a sexy affair, and you hoped it wouldn’t end here.
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Woah, someone who writes for Danny Elfman, never thought I'd see that! Could I request something smutty about D.E that involves choking and light degredation? Thanks :)
Word count: 591
Pairings: Danny Elfman x Reader
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, choking, light degradation.
Summary: Danny gets horny and decides to try out something new in the bedroom.
A/N: Is there a secret Danny Elfman appreciating club on Tumblr or what? Who are you awesome people who love Danny Elfman as much as I do? Please make yourselves known, I want to obsess over this beautiful man with you guys! xD
He slams his lips to yours, crushing you beneath him. His hands are roaming everywhere on your body, making you feel hot and aroused. You buck into him, groaning into his fiery kiss. Your hands find themselves tangled in his red locks, pulling him closer to you if that’s even possible.
“You’re such a little slut for me,” he says, grinning. You feel partly embarrassed but also strangely excited.
“Maybe.” you spit back, biting down on his bottom lip. This fuels him even more, flipping you over so you’re now on top of him.
His hands grab your hips, grinding into you hard. You can feel his erection growing as he continues to kiss you all over. You can’t get enough of his touch, it’s making your skin feel hot.
You moan as he slaps your ass, smirking as he does so. You lean down to kiss him passionately, telling him exactly how you want it. He knows you’ve been waiting for him in anticipation. Your arousal grows with every second that he spends teasing you.
His voice is gruff and deep with need as he pulls your panties aside, his fingers teasing your dripping cunt. You gasp as he enters you roughly, his fingers hooking deep inside you.
“Fuck, Danny…” you pant out, leaning your forehead against his.
“I love the way you moan my name, baby. I know how badly you need my cock,” Danny is very smug about this.
He removes his fingers after a few seconds of teasing, flipping you both over once again. His hands remove your panties quickly and he’s fast to shed his own underwear. Before you know it, he’s deep inside you, bottoming out.
“You like that, baby? You love how good my cock feels inside your tight little pussy, you slut?” Danny asks, caressing your sides. He’s pumping into you fast, but dragging his cock in and out in the way that you love so much.
“Yes, yes!” You cry out, grinding your hips against his. You match his movements.
Suddenly, his hand is at your throat, squeezing softly at first. His eyes are burning bright as he watches your reactions to him choking you. You moan as he fucks you hard, his hand squeezing your throat a little harder now.
Tears stream down your cheeks as he continues to choke you, and his pace doesn’t let up at all. He’s whispering dirty, filthy things in your ear as his other hand reaches down to pull and pinch your nipple.
The smirk on his face turns you on even more. Danny usually loved to take his time with you, making sure you were having a good time. This time, he was much more frenzied and frantic about it. It hurt but it felt so good.
He groans as your walls pulse and contract around him, pulling him even closer to his climax. You’re panting and mewling as your orgasm hits you hard, causing everything to cut to static. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you, causing you to buck your hips against him harshly.
His hand squeezes your throat harder as he finally throbs inside you, painting your insides white with his thick, hot cum. When he pulls out, his demeanor changes and suddenly, he’s worried for you.
“Oh fuck, baby. Did I hurt you?” Danny asks, rubbing your neck softly. You shake your head no.
“I love you so much,” he tells you as he cuddles next to you. You knew he would never want to hurt you on purpose.
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Hi! I’m so shocked to see someone write for Danny Elfman! I’m so happy😄 Can you do something sweet and smutty with young Danny?
Word count: 1018
Pairings: Danny Elfman x Reader
Warnings: Smut, drinking
A/N: I hope you enjoy it! I know there’s not much Danny Elfman content out there, but I’m always happy to provide! He’s so sexy, even now he could get it ;) But I know most of us enjoy him from the Oingo Boingo era! Enjoy!!!
You found yourself hanging onto his every word. You had just met him, yet he had you charmed. His wild eyes, his fiery red hair and his voice. It’s what drew you in. Right now, you were both in the bar. The music was loud and the drinks were strong. He kept looking at you like he was going to eat you up. You didn’t know if you were aroused or mystified. It seemed like maybe a little bit of both.
It had been a while since you had been on a date, so your best friend decided to set you up with one of her friend’s friends. Turns out, it was the lead singer of Oingo Boingo. You were a little familiar with their music, but you hadn’t really paid too much attention to who they were or what they looked like. She decided to drag you to one of their concerts, and you were instantly hooked. The energy was amazing, and Danny seemed like such a ravenous guy.
His eyes light up as you both down some shots that you ordered. He smirks as you wipe some of the remaining alcohol from your chin.
“So, you’re not afraid to drink, are you?” He asks, clearly amused.
“Nope.” You laugh, and he brings you towards a table. You both nurse your drinks, enjoying the scene. Right now, people were lining up to do some karaoke.
“Ten bucks says someone does some Oingo Boingo.” You challenge, earning a chuckle from Danny.
“You’re on!”
You both watch as the people take to the stage, belting out their songs of choice. Most of them were between mediocre and good, but some people we’re down right bad. Danny and you tried your best to hide your amusement, but sometimes it was hard to stifle the laughs.
As the night went on, you both found comfort in each other. He was truly charming, and you really enjoyed his company. Danny decided to pay the tab, and he suggested that he walked you home.
His hand grabbed yours, pulling you a little closer. The night air was cool, and you shivered slightly. Danny wrapped his arm around you, trying to keep you warm.
“So, I guess you owe me ten bucks.” You commented as he grinned.
“I should have known someone would sing ‘Weird Science’. It was almost obvious when that guy stepped up on stage.” You both shared a laugh thinking about the guy who ended up singing Oingo Boingo. The guy in question was this real nerdy type, with glasses and a lab coat.
“He really fit the part.” You said, grinning.
The walk home was quiet except for the occasional joke and chuckle. You both found humor and entertainment in the same sort of things. When you pointed out something funny or amusing, Danny would chime in with something just as funny.
Finally, you were in front of your apartment. You turned around, facing Danny. He smiled as he moved forward.
“So, this is me.” You said, wishing the night wouldn’t end.
“I’m glad we went out tonight. Do you maybe want to do this again?” He asked, a little shy this time.
“I’d love to!” You said, smiling.
He was about to leave when you piped up.
“Wanna come upstairs for a coffee?”
When you reached your apartment, Danny pinned you to the wall and began kissing you heatedly. His lips were all over you, leaving little bites here and there. You moaned as you buried your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer so you could feel him even more. His hands pinned your wrists above your head, leaving you a little helpless. You could feel the wetness pool between your thighs.
“I bet you didn’t see this coming.” He said, smirking. His kisses and touch left you feeling white hot.
You groaned as his hands moved from your wrists down to your breasts. He squeezed hard, eliciting a surprised squeak from you. You felt drunk with dopamine and lust, and you leaned forward to capture his lips with yours. His tongue slid into your mouth, making you feel even more aroused.
You unbuttoned his shirt, opening it up and helping him out of it. Your fingers roamed his body, loving the feeling of his heat. He was well-toned, and you were clearly enjoying his physique.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” He asked slyly.
You could only nod as he led you to your bedroom. The door was wide open, so he took the opportunity to push you towards the bed. You fell on it clumsily and drunkenly. You giggled as he got on top of you, kissing you once again.
His hands teased the hem of your shirt, his fingers grazing the skin of your stomach. You gasped softly, earning a grin from him. He was having fun teasing you, and you were burning up.
Soon, your shirt was off, and he was once again manipulating your breasts. With your bra following your shirt on the ground, he had lots of room and opportunity to tease you. Danny’s head dipped down, sucking on one of your nipples. You mewled as you held his head in place, enjoying the sensations.
One of your hands reached down to unbuttoned his jeans, stroking him through his underwear. Already he was rock hard and willing. You enjoyed the feeling of him being aroused.
It wasn’t long before you both were nude, and he was on top of you. His lips left sloppy little kisses on your chest and collarbone, making you whimper. He reached between you both, lining up his member to your wet hot entrance. In a second, he was fully entered into you.
Your walls stretched around him as you cried out. Danny gripped your thighs as he pumped into you, frantically and animal-like. It was almost like this whole new man was here in your bed, and he was fucking you. His eyes burned with passion and lust as he fucked you senseless.
You knew you’d be doing this again. There was no doubt about it.
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Hi I have no idea if requests are still open but can I get a Danny Elfman x reader oneshot that takes place in a bath/shower? Tysm!
Word count: 506
Pairings: Danny Elfman x Reader
Warnings: Smut, spanking, biting
Summary: Reader wants to take a shower to relax, but Danny has other plans to make it a very filthy shower.
You can feel the air becoming hotter and steamier as the shower water temperature keeps climbing. You love hot showers. There’s just something about washing the day off of you that is so soothing. You get in, knowing you’ll be happy to relax and just stop worrying about everything.
What you didn’t expect was him getting in with you.
He pushes you against the wall, kissing your neck. You groan softly as his hands roughly squeeze your breasts, just the way you love it. Danny is eager to please you, but he does love to make things rough and unexpected.
“Miss me, baby?” He asks, his voice dripping with lust.
“Fuck yes, Danny.” You moan as he continues attacking the tender skin of your throat. You can feel his teeth graze against you, stopping to leave little bites here and there.
His body is flush against yours, and you can feel his erection poking your thigh. You wrap your arms around him as he continues to massage your breasts. His fingers tug on your nipples, drawing those deep whines out of you. You lean your head back in the water, washing away your impure thoughts for just a moment.
Danny’s fingers travel all over your body, stopping only to tickle you sensually or to tease an erogenous zone. You aren’t sure how long you can last with all this teasing, but when he stops to kiss you passionately, it just fuels your want for him even more.
His fingers tease your clit as he slides his tongue in your mouth. You moan softly as he works you towards your orgasm expertly. Suddenly, he pulls you from the water and pushes you towards the back wall of the shower. As he turns you around, you can feel your need for him grow.
“Please,” you whine as he spreads your legs. Two of his fingers sink into you, and he smirks devilishly when he feels how wet and wanton you are.
“Have you been thinking about this?” Danny asks, spanking your ass. You cry out as he pumps his fingers into you. He knows exactly what you want and need.
“Danny, don’t tease me.” You plead, but he is simply enjoying keeping you on the edge.
Yet, he has his own needs as well. He lines his cock up with your wet slit as he rubs the head up and down your folds. You practically melt as he finally pumps into you, bottoming out immediately.
You sink into his embrace as he pulls you closer to him, allowing him momentum to fuck you nice and hard. His grunts and groans came out quickly. He’s feeling very needy and wants you so bad.
He grips your hair lightly as he pushes your face to the shower wall, and he fucks you with reckless abandon. It feels so good, yet it hurts so deliciously. He’s so deep and he keeps changing his pace from fast to slow, which is driving you insane.
Who knew a shower could turn so dirty?
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OH MY GOD!! You write for Danny Elfman! Can I get a smutty request with that sexy red head?😈 I loved your previous prompts on him!
Word count: 1176
Pairings: Danny Elfman x Female Reader
Warnings: Drinking, smut, unprotected sex
Summary: Reader goes to a Christmas party, and finds herself enthralled by one Danny Elfman. Things heat up very quickly.
You sat on the couch, sipping your glass of wine. The party was getting wild, but you enjoyed watching it from afar. Your coworker had invited you to this crazy Christmas party, which also had a few celebrities on the guest list. Little did you know, Danny Elfman from Oingo Boingo had also been invited. You had been a fan of them ever since you watched the movie and saw Danny as the devil. To you, he was this fiery sexy imp. Something about him just screamed horny man, but you didn’t want to assume things.
You were deep in a conversation with another one of your coworkers when you saw him pass by, dressed in a Santa hat. It made you chuckle as other people from the band start emerging from a back room, all of them dressed in holiday gear. You smile as you realize that they were going to play an impromptu set in this large apartment. You and your coworker exchange glances, and she winks at you.
The band starts with a few songs from the first album, and they end up playing a few covers of some Christmas songs. Finally, they just end up taking requests. Everyone is singing along and having fun, and you can’t help but to join everyone. Your coworker leads you closer to the band, and she starts dancing. You feel drunk enough to join her, singing along to the songs. As you dance and drink your wine, you notice Danny’s eyes on you. He smirks when he realizes you’ve caught him staring.
The set finishes with one final song, and you decide to head out to the balcony for some air. While you’re out there, a few people have come outside to join you. In this group, you notice that Danny is with them. He seems to be very charismatic. You can’t help but feel your crush on him is growing.
“Hey,” he says, walking up to you.
“Hi,” you say, blushing a little.
“Are you Karin’s friend?” Danny asks, referring to your coworker. You nod.
“Yeah, me and Karin go way back. We’ve worked together for a long time, at different places. It’s a surprise that we’re now working together again.” You ramble on. You feel a little nervous.
“She’s very kind. Her brother helps out with the band from time to time.”
There’s a comfortable silence that falls on both of you. He smiles that wild smile at you, and you can feel your knees weaken. He’s looking at you lustfully, but you almost feel like it’s the liquor talking to you. Sometimes, it can make you feel like someone’s into you when they are just being nice.
“So, did you enjoy the set?” Danny asks, this time he moves in closer to you. You can feel the heat emanating from him.
“Oh yeah! That was so awesome! I feel like I’m part of some VIP club.” You confess, giggling.
“I’d definitely let you into my VIP club,” Danny jokes. You aren’t sure what he’s insinuating, but you’re hopeful he’s making a sexual joke.
“Is that so?” You tease, smirking at him. His grin grows as you move in closer. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a surprise kiss. His lips are smooth and they feel so good on yours. His tongue teases your bottom lip, and you gladly grant him entrance to your mouth. As your tongues battle for dominance, Danny pulls you even closer.
When you pull away, you’re a little shocked. This definitely wasn’t what you were expecting when you came to this party. Sure, you hoped that maybe you’d meet Danny and maybe get his autograph, but now he was kissing you. He didn’t let up, instead opting to kiss your neck in a sloppy and drunk way.
“Want to take this somewhere more private?” His voice is gruff and dripping with need. You just nod as he takes your hand and pulls you inside. He leads you through the mass of people, while trying not to raise any suspicion. Once you’re both inside an empty room, Danny is attacking your neck with bites and sloppy kisses. You moan softly, and you allow him to push you onto the futon.
Your hands bury themselves into his hair as he starts to leave sloppy kisses into your cleavage. You were really happy you decided to wear this low cut red dress tonight. His hands move under you, unzipping your dress. You pant slightly as he pulls it off of you slowly, teasing you. It was almost torture as he finally peeled the material off your slightly sweaty body.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” he grunts. You blush a little, but you’re brought back into the present when Danny kisses you roughly. You groan as he teases your pussy through your panties. You didn’t bother with a bra with the dress you were wearing.
As he continues to tease you, you palm him through his jeans. You smirk as you notice how hard he is in his pants. He moans as you continue to rub him, and he thrusts into your hand. It’s not long before your work to unzip his jeans and release his member. Danny growls as he flips you over, so now you are on top of him.
“So is this how you wanna play?” He asks, a smirk on his face. With adept hands, he pushes your panties to the side. His fingers tease your slick cunt, dipping in to penetrate you. You throw your head back in pleasure, mewling as he pumps his finger in and out at a torturing pace.
Suddenly, he removes his finger. Before you even have time to whine about the loss of contact, he thrusts into you. Your walls stretch around him, and you moan loudly. He’s smirking at you, pulling you down to his face. His lips kiss you violently, and you’re feeling way more than just drunk now. He’s got you under his spell.
His hips thrust into you at a quick pace, causing you to cry out with every movement. You worry that maybe someone will hear you, but you try not to pay it any mind. Danny nips at your neck as he continues to rock himself up into you. You grind into him, matching his every thrust.
You can feel your walls clenching around him, and you move your hands down to rub your clit. It’s electrifying, the feeling he’s making you feel. His voice is so sensual as he whispers dirty things in your ear. Your juices are dripping down your leg as you continue to ride him. Your orgasm hits you hard, and your toes curl as you cry out. Danny kisses you passionately, if not to quiet you. You can feel him throb within you.
Breathlessly, you move off of him. You both lay on the futon, panting and smiling. There’s a comfortable silence as you share a few more kisses. You’re so glad you decided to come to this party.
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