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Now, Tyler respected the hell out of Wednesday. Not only was he very aware that she could and would gut him for any indignity she might think he’d subject her to, but he also just loved her to hell and back. Yeah, he was still a teen boy. Yeah, he still thought about sex rather frequently and maybe even a bit more thanks to his hyde, but he wasn’t an animal. Not really.
He could control himself.
It was just—it was really hard when his super hot girlfriend was writhing on him like she couldn’t get enough of him.
They had agreed to wait until the equinox to consummate their relationship but that didn’t mean that they were chaste. Hell, Tyler had probably cum more in their entire relationship since being released from Willow Hill than he had since he hit puberty but lately, it seemed like his girlfriend was really trying to test his limits.
From demanding that they strip to the barest amount of clothes to rubbing herself like a cat in heat at any given moment. The moment he let her into his still lockless bedroom, she was straddling his lap and grinding her clothed core against the denim covering his crotch.
It was maddening.
She would kiss him like she wanted to crawl into him and she didn’t stop him when his hands trailed over her stomach or went to cup her breasts. Her breathy sighs as he pinched her pebbled nibbles or sucked one of them into his warm mouth replayed constantly in both his dreams and his waking thoughts. And when she allowed him to pull aside her underwear and press his lips to the wet core of her, Tyler really thought that she wanted him to just die. Expire. Right then and there as she gripped his hair tightly in her tiny little fists. Bucking and crying against his tongue like he was but a toy to get her off. Like his own cock wasn’t straining against his boxers and leaking desperately against the fabric.
She’d let him bring her to completion over and over again and then ask him with demanding eyes for more.
It really was unfair.
Not that she didn’t reciprocate any of the pleasure. Tyler was her first. Her first kiss, her first handjob, the first and only cock down her throat. She liked to make a mess of his underwear, both with the slick of her cunt and the seed from his overstimulated balls. She was downright devious at making him cum in his pants and he had to learn to exercise the few brain cells left not leaking out of his ears to avoid being caught by his parole officer father.
Honestly, that seemed like a clear case of a conflict of interests but what did he know? Certainly not much considering how many times they’ve been caught.
Tyler really wanted to spank her. To punish her for her audacity but he feared that if he started, he wouldn’t stop until she was moaning on his cock.
It was why he was holding her by her tiny waist right now, her cunt hovering over his own cock that was peaking through the slit of his boxers. She was clothed, mostly. Her underwear was long discarded from when she had his head trapped between her thighs. She was straining against his grip, attempting to rub her naked cunt against the leaking head of his cock.
“Just the tip, the ritual will still work with just the tip. We won’t even go all the way,” she insisted, tone carefully flat like Tyler couldn’t feel her attempting to press all the way down.
Tyler felt like crying. Why was he the one who had to be responsible? It was her ritual. It was her demands. He was just going along with it. But he knew if he gave in, the one in trouble would be him. He’d never hear the end of it.
“Come on Tyler. Just the tip. I just need to feel you spread me open. Please.”
God.
“Fuck it,” he groaned as he finally let her inch her way down. The wet heat of her engulfing the rigid heat of his naked cock. He bit his lips as he felt her folds spread around the tip of him, wet and so so tight around the head. Tyler groaned, his head tilting backwards as he shut his eyes tight, willing the image of her perfect pussy away. But there was nowhere he could hide. No where he could regain his sanity when the scent of her was cloying around him, her body just dripping with a nectar he knew would be perfect on his tongue. “God—you feel—so good,” he whimpered.
His only consolation was that Wednesday wasn’t faring any better. She had moaned loudly, a cute little yelp escaping her as he breached her and when Tyler had the wits to open his eyes again, he could see that her lips were dropped open in a desperate pant. The inch she had lodged in her wasn’t enough but it would have to do. Tyler didn’t think he could take anymore of her heat and not press in all the way. So he just kept her affixed where she was perched, holding on tight to keep himself from jerking forward and enjoying the torture that was her cunt kissing and dripping onto his cockhead.
“Tyler, ngg, a little more.”
More?! Tyler wanted to cry. There was no more for him to give safely. This was as far as he could go without her castrating him afterwards.
“Ty–ler, please.”
“I can’t Wednesday, ba–by, I can’t,” he whined and he really should’ve just kept his mouth shut because his terrifying girlfriend hated to be told “no”.
“You can. You will,” she snarled like she was the one that could turn into a nine-foot monster. He must’ve been dazed from how sweet her pussy felt around the tip of him or Wednesday had somehow developed superhuman strength because when she next pressed against his iron grip on her waist, she slid not one, not two, but the entirety of the way down.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
It was bliss.
“God, Wednesday—”
“You idiot, look what you’ve done!”
And he was. He couldn’t look away. His eyes were wide on where he and his furious girlfriend met. Her cunt speared on his cock, the base of it slick and wet with her cream. She didn’t stop to pause. In her anger, she lifted nearly completely off and slammed down, starting a furious rolling motion, glaring into his face as he stared transfixed on where her cunt devoured his cock.
“This is your fault!”
What? How was this his fault? He wasn’t the one who begged for “just the tip”! In fact, he was the one who said this was a bad idea! Maybe in not so many words, but he definitely thought it!
Wednesday grounded down.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I’m so stupid.”
“You have ruined everything! All of our careful planning! The ritual has gone to waste and I’ve just received Grandmama’s third husband’s collarbone. What am I going to do with it now?” she hissed as she pressed him down until he was flat on his back. Tyler still had his grip on her waist but her hand was hard on his chest, keeping him pinned. Her eyes were practically slits as she yanked off her top and unlatched her skirt.
“Claw,” she demanded and Tyler meekly transformed his hand. She used his claw to tear her skirt the rest of the way off and Tyler knew he was going to be hearing about that as well but his girlfriend was now naked, riding him furiously, and Tyler couldn’t help but think that if he were to die after, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you!”
Or not. Tyler whined, “Please, baby, Wednesday, let me come. Just a bit. I’ll make it so good for you. I’ll eat you out until you can’t walk. I’ll lick you until you’re all clean. I’ll fill you up again. Please, baby, just let me come!”
“No,” she snapped and Tyler came immediately. His hips jerking underneath hers as he brought her cunt down onto him, grinding and writhing against the sheets as he literally saw white.
When he came to, his girlfriend was glaring down at his pathetic form, his softening cock still nestled within her. She looked ready to strangle him and Tyler never moved as fast as he did, rolling them over and pressing her lips to his. Desperately licking her mouth open and dealing with the sharp nips her teeth gave him. She was mad but Tyler was as good at groveling as he was at rage-baiting her. He kissed her until she stopped biting at him, hips still pressed between hers and coaxing her to grind on his half-hard cock. He was overstimulated but it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to that with his girlfriend taking joy out of studying how much cum she could milk from him before she grew bored.
With her now pinned underneath him, he snaked a hand in between them, circling her clit roughly and then flicking it the way she loved. He winced as he felt her start to flutter around him, but kept grinding against her clit until she finally came.
He pressed softer kisses against her cheeks and jaw as she came down from her peak, looking up at her through his lashes in a way he knew she hated. She called it conniving. Tyler called it self-preservation.
She attempted to turn her head away in anger, but Tyler could tell her heart wasn’t in it anymore.
“Cease your useless begging. I am still angry.”
“Can I make you less angry?” he wheedled as he plucked at her pebbled nipples. He nuzzled the crook of her jaw, nipping at her earlobe before pressing butterfly kisses down her clavicle and down her chest. He slipped out of her, cock now hard and soppy with their joined juices, but his girl was still glaring at the ceiling. Pouting. Ruminating on her disrupted plans and probably cursing both sides of his bloodline.
It was cute and he was probably going to die for it later but that was an issue for future Tyler.
Present Tyler was pulling her arms away from where they were crossed in annoyance, lacing their fingers together as he slid down her body until he was kissing down from her belly button to the wet thatch of hair between her legs. He nuzzled the seam of where one of her legs met her pelvis and luxuriated in the scent of her cunt and his cum seeping out of her.
His mouth watered and he trailed the mixture that made a mess of her thighs up and up until he was pressed to the seam of her, cleaning their shared fluid until he had to search for more inside of her. Tyler wedged his shoulders underneath her legs and propped her ass up for him to properly spread her apart. Her freshly used cunt was pink and glistening with spit, his favorite hole winking shyly at him as he stared ravenously at it.
He feasted. Making tiny kitten licks in supplication to her clit before sucking it quickly and briefly. He felt her hands clench in his and he squeezed back as he chased the taste of him from deep inside her cunt. His neck hurt but it was nothing compared to the pleasure he took from Wednesday finally breaking her self-made vow of silence and moaning as his tongue swirled deep, his nose pressed into her clit for her to hump. She broke, finally stuttering out, “Ty—ler. Goo–d boy. Just like that. Keep doing that. I’m so—oo close,” and wetting his chin and jaw with what seemed like a never ending river of slick.
Tyler kept going, fingers still tight between hers, resisting as she pulled towards his head. Eating and drinking and sucking as she came once, twice, and a fourth time for good measure. Tyler’s own cock was hard, leaking and hoping to feel the wet clutch of her again but he needed Wednesday desperate. He needed her to think that this was her idea again or else she really would strap him to the electric chair again.
She finally managed to wriggle her boney digits from his grasp and threaded her fingers in his sweaty hair, yanking him away from her cunt with a breathless pant. There was still a furrow in her brow that five orgasms didn’t smooth away and Tyler felt a trickle of fear. He stared back frozen like prey, with their gazes affixed on each other and waiting for the other to blink.
Wednesday huffed, loosening her death grip on his curls but pulling him up the same. Tyler threw her cocky grin that she immediately glared into nonexistence. Still though, Tyler let out a quiet breath of laughter as she kissed a soaked corner of his lips. She let him pull her into a proper kiss, tasting the two of them on his tongue and searching for more.
They kissed slowly and sweetly—well, as sweetly as his girlfriend would let them. She still occasionally reminded him that she was a biter and appreciated when he also returned a nibble or two to her bruised lips.
They laid on their sides, Wednesday tucked up against him until she finally decided to show mercy on him and wrap her leg around his hip. She rolled teasingly once, and Tyler didn’t hesitate to slide his cock along the seam of her, wetting his cock with her cunt. He rolled his pelvis against her, hands on her hips to situate her just right. His cock nudged her clit on a few passes and each time, Wednesday sucked in a sharp breath, waiting and then glaring at him when she realized he was doing it on purpose. He had a dopey expression on his face, at odds with what he was doing with her body, holding and leading her the way he wanted as opposed to what she did.
Irritated, she barked, “Tyler!” and intentionally to infuriate her further, he chuckled into her ear. Then, before she could fuck herself on his cock again, he rolled them over so she was the one underneath him and slid right into her.
This time, Tyler didn’t have to focus too hard on not coming. She was still wonderfully tight but he felt calm, zen, almost with her beneath him and looking at him with baleful eyes. All the worry and fear he felt from before must’ve bled out sometime after her finally letting him boop her nose like an errant cat.
Tyler instead focused on how she felt fluttering around him. Each time she breathed, it felt like she was contracting around his cock in response. She had looped her arms beneath his arms and had her hands warningly kneading his back, nails ready to break skin again.
Tyler felt giddy. He leaned down, nudged her nose with his own and rolled his hips up, grinding their pelvises together playfully even as she hissed and clamped down. “Shi—t babe, not so tight.”
She glared at him and he grinned down at her, but he started to steadily thrust into her until her glare finally lost its focus as she tried to find the rhythm she liked. Tyler observed as she squirmed a bit, thrusting at different angles until he felt her freeze. He watched her expression, seeing her clamp down on a squeak of surprise. Tyler grinned wider as he found that angle again and felt her tighten up, both her cunt and her lips. She glared murder at him but whether it was for Tyler to stop or to never stop, she didn’t say, so he kept rocking into her, moving closer and closer until they were breathing into each other's faces.
Her nails were now lodged in his back in complaint, but Tyler didn’t mind. His little hellcat of a girlfriend was embarrassed. Of what, he could only guess. She had been so angry earlier. So fierce in her need and retribution. With her disappointment taking over at their (see: her) lack of self-control, she was more pliant, more sullen. Tyler didn’t want that, even though her pout did make him want to spread kisses all over her disgruntled face.
“Come on, babe, you’re doing so good for me. Didn’t I promise I’d make you feel good? That I’d lick you up and then fill you up all over again? Aren’t I doing it? Making you feel good?” he punctuated with a sharp thrust and a laugh. Wednesday scowled at him, a proper lashing probably on her tongue but he tilted her hips and ground down, rubbing that spot in her that made her go cross-eyed.
“You love this, don’t you. It was so stupid of us to think that we could wait. That we both weren’t desperate for this. I don’t think I’ll ever stop fucking you now babe. Gonna live in you forever.” He was just speaking nonsense now but he felt how much wetter she got, how much deeper she let him in with each word. Gleefully, Tyler realized that his girlfriend had a much bigger kink for dirty talk than he realized before. She always made sure to shut him up with a hand or her cunt or even that one time where she shoved her soaked panties right into his mouth. He could always smell her but there was no comparison to feeling her clamp down and soak his cock. She couldn’t lie now. She couldn’t retreat into that blank stare she gave him when she thought he was being too sentimental.
Tyler leaned back, grasped both her legs and wrapped them around his neck. It probably wasn’t the best idea. Afterall, his girlfriend was into jiujitsu and really liked her chokeholds but—and Tyler had checked repeatedly—Wednesday was overwhelmed. The odds looked good and Tyler was too horny not to take the risk.
So he doubled down, taking in how his dangerous girlfriend’s mouth dropped as he pressed her legs closer to her chest. He knew that she was flexible but seeing it like this—feeling it as he bent her in ways he’d only seen her do for utility, was unreal. She opened up so beautifully for him. The position didn’t let her wrap her arms around him anymore but he heard her sharp little nails scratching at the fabric of his sheets. Twisting and wringing as he rocked deeper and harder into her.
She was so wet. The noises coming from her throat even when she had her lips pressed shut and the wet squelch of their bodies meeting made Tyler even harder than he thought possible. He felt dazed, lightheaded from how turned on he was.
Thrusting and rutting against her now, trying to keep the rhythm that made her go so, so tight but failing as he lost himself in her. His hands and elbows were perched next to her head, keeping himself from completely crushing her and giving him enough leverage to keep rolling his cock into her but that meant that he couldn’t reach in between them. “Wednes—day, baby, you gotta touch yourself. Pinch your clit. Come all over me. Can you do th—at? Can you do that for me?”
Wednesday didn’t respond, expression a little too fucked out and dazed. It would make him ecstatic that he was able to reduce her to this if it weren’t for the tell-tale sign of his own incoming orgasm.
He was probably going to cum first…again.
Tyler was starting to panic. Wednesday was going to kill him. And if she didn’t, he was going to off himself from the embarrassment.
In a last ditch effort, he propped himself on a single elbow and wedged his hand between her stomach and thighs. He pressed his forehead to hers, keeping her ankles crossed behind his neck as he found her clit and rubbed desperately.
He was kissing her and begging, muttering words of filth between pleas for her to cum, dragging his fingers through the mess being pulled from her body and using it to ease his torture. He was praying to deities he didn’t even believe in when his girlfriend finally came with a choked off wail, writhing and squirming underneath him as he flicked her nub and pinched it. She was milking his cock for what felt like forever, hurt little gasps coming from her now open mouth. Tyler could only pump his hips minutely, her ankles holding him immobile and her cunt seemingly desperate for him to stay. He came in what seemed like an endless spurt, filling his girlfriend until he could feel it seep down his softening cock.
He fell right onto her, breathless and sweaty, crushing her underneath him with his weight.
A moment passed with him breathing into her the crook of her neck, nuzzling and smelling the intoxicating mixture of their sweat and fluids surrounding them. Tyler felt lightheaded, practically euphoric. This was the most monumental moment in his life.
Then he felt a sharp jab to his stomach and was reminded that his life was always going to be short.
Tyler slunk down her chest, affecting the widest I’m-just-a-normie-barista look he could, and gazed pitifully into Wednesday’s unforgiving glower.
…fuck.