MirioXTamaki: I don't care by MewMewPeach365, literature
Literature
MirioXTamaki: I don't care
Tamaki wasn’t happy.  Many things made Tamaki uncomfortable, but parties were the worst. He was currently nursing a drink (nonalcoholic of course) while he was leaning against the wall. He adjusted his tie to see if that would help him feel better. He didn’t like tuxedos. They were too tight and form-fitting. Especially this one; he had to get measured and the tuxedo was tailored to his measurements. He knew it was supposed to be comfortable, but it wasn’t. He felt like he was suffocating. He was just lucky no one was talking to him. At least, not right now. He had some earlier encounters with random people that asked questions he didn’t want to answer. Now that he was free from that, he wondered if he could slip away from the party. “Hey, Tamaki, you doing okay?” said a concerned voice. Tamaki looked over to see his boyfriend, Mirio. Mirio has been busy all night, talking and dancing. It did make Tamaki a little jealous that girls would ask Mirio to dance and he’d say yes.  “I just want to leave,” Tamaki admitted. He saw no purpose for him to stay here any longer. Mirio looked at him curiously before grabbing Tamaki’s drink and drinking the rest of it. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that,” Tamaki rebutted, but Mirio grabbed his hand. “Come on, let's have some fun,” Mirio said as he dragged Tamaki to the dance floor. “Please, no, I don’t want to,” Tamaki said. Mirio turned back to him and gave him big old puppy dog eyes. “Just one song?” Mirio asked. Tamaki couldn’t say no to Mirio’s puppy eyes. “Can we leave afterwards?” Tamaki asked. “If you still want to, yes,” Mirio agreed. Tamaki sighed and followed Mirio to the dance floor. Mirio grabbed both of Tamaki’s hands and started to swing them to the beat of the music. Tamaki felt himself blushing, but let Mirio do it. Mirio started to take small steps, back and forth, almost like a salsa dancer. Tamaki smiled and began to mimic Mirio. Suddenly, Mirio let go of Tamaki’s hands and began to make the movements of an automatic sprinkler. Tamaki laughed at his boyfriend as he continued to do silly dance moves. Tamaki forgot that it wasn’t just him and Mirio on the dance floor. He forgot that he was at a loud obnoxious party and that he even wanted to leave. He just shimmied to the beat of the music while watching his adorably silly boyfriend make him laugh. The song came to an end, and Mirio came close to Tamaki and kissed him squarely on the lips. “Do you still want to leave?” Mirio asked. “It’s not so bad, with you around,” Tamaki answered, placing his forehead on Mirio’s, smiling.
Jonathan woke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. With a yawn, he rolled over and turned it off. With that done, he got out of bed and threw on an old band t-shirt. He came downstairs to the kitchen where he found his roommate, Cole, cooking in just his boxers. Jonathan had to take a moment to regain his cool before entering the kitchen. “Hey, dude, whatcha cooking?” Jonathan asked. Cole looked over his shoulder. “Morning. I’m making some eggs. Want some?” Cole answered. “Dude, I’d love some scrambled eggs with cheese,” Jonathan admitted as he sat down at the table. The kitchen was quiet as Cole cooked and Johnathon scrolled through his phone. Cole placed the plate of finished eggs in front of Johnathon. “Thanks, bro! They look so good,” Jonathan said. Cole sat next to Johnathon with his own eggs and they ate in silence. Jonathan did his best not to stare at Cole. Cole was short and he was pudgy. Quite the opposite from Johnathan. But that didn’t stop Johnathan from developing a crush on him. He didn’t know when it happened, but when he figured it out, it hit him like a truck. And, unfortunately, he figured it out after he moved in with Cole. For the first week, Jonathan kept having wet dreams about him and Cole. He took a lot of cold showers. “How are the eggs?” Cole asked, knocking Johnathan out of his thoughts. “Perfect, like always,” Johnathan swallowed. Cole’s cooking was almost as good as his mother’s, so Cole did most of the cooking. This just made him even more charming. When the two were done eating, Jonathan took their plates to the sink and began to clean them. It was only fair. “Hey, you can do them later. The new episode is up on Hulu, let's go watch it,” Cole said, getting closer to Johnathan. “It’s important that they get done. You know I like to get things done asap,” Jonathan said. Even though that was true, he also needed an excuse to be alone for a second. “Come on, it’s just one time. I’ll even remind you if you need it,” Cole persisted. “Dude, I’m already halfway done, just let me finish.” “That’s what she said.” “Bro. Anyways, I’m done, see?” Jonathan said, holding up his hands. Cole smiled and grabbed one of Jonathan’s hands. “Come on. I’m so excited to see the new episode since they left us on a cliffhanger,” Cole said as he dragged Jonathan into the living room. Jonathan could feel his face heat up but simply followed. The two sat down on the couch and started up the episode. Jonathan noticed how close Cole was and consistently looked over during the show. He couldn't help from staring at his friend. Cole noticed Jonathan looking at him. “Hey, man, what’s up?” Cole asked. Caught red-handed, Jonathan stood up, blushing furiously. “I need to use the restroom,” Jonathan announced. Cole grabbed his shirt before he could run off. “Woah, dude, there’s only like two minutes left, can’t you wait?” Cole asked. “Nah, man, it can’t wait,” Jonathan replied, trying to escape Cole’s grasp. Cole stood up and grabbed his sleeve. "Come on, man, just sit through it," Cole said, trying to bring Jonathan down by sitting and pulling on his sleeve. Instead of getting Jonathan to sit, Cole ended up tearing the sleeve off of his shirt. "God dammit! This was my favorite shirt," Jonathan swore. "Shit, dude, I'm so sorry. Here, come to the kitchen," Cole said, pulling Jonathan along. Once again, Jonathan let Cole pull him along. They got to the kitchen and Cole opened up the junk drawer. He pulled out a small baggie that had small spools of thread, a small pair of scissors, and a box of sewing needles. "Give me your shirt," Cole said. Jonathan took his shirt off and handed it to Cole. With sewing kit and shirt in hand, Cole began to sew the torn sleeve back on. Jonathan watched in silence. "There we go, good as new," Cole said as he finished sewing. He handed the shirt back to Jonathan, who gave it a little tug to test it. When he found it to be good, he slipped the shirt back on. "You know, you'd be a good wife," Jonathan said. There was a moment of silence. "You mean husband, right?" Cole asked. Jonathan looked away blushing. "Yeah, dude, totally," Jonathan said. Cole gave Jonathan the stink eye. "Seriously, dude, did you mean to say wife?" Cole asked, getting close. Jonathan looked back at Cole and their noses were nearly touching. He gulped, and without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed Cole. He immediately jumped back like he touched fire. "Dude, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," Jonathan said. Oh God, how is he going to explain this? Cole was looking distantly while touching his lips. After a minute, he finally looked at Jonathan in confusion. "You kissed me," he said. Jonathan was frozen; what could he say? Then, without warning, Cole reached up and kissed Jonathan. Jonathan's mind went blank before he figured, fuck it. He stepped close to Cole and wrapped his arms around Cole’s waist. Gaining confidence, Jonathan licked Cole’s bottom lip, which Cole opened up to. Jonathan began to explore Cole’s mouth with his tongue, in which Cole whined. God, that sound drove Jonathan up a wall. He gently pushed Cole up against the wall and devoured him. Cole only mewled and whimpered as Jonathan kissed him. Suddenly, Jonathan’s hands were on Cole’s bottom, squishing and groping. Cole moaned into the kiss, which only urged Jonathan on. He grabbed Cole’s legs and lifted him up, wrapping his legs around him and pinning him to the wall. All Cole could do was wrap his arms around Jonathan’s neck for support. Jonathan felt Cole's hard dick against his hip and readjusted himself so his cock was aligned with Cole's and began to grind. Cole let out a loud groan of pleasure as Jonathan ground against him. The two panted as heat pooled in their groin. Cole pulled away from the kiss, bit Jonathan just attacked his neck with nips and bites. "Jonathan, shit man, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop," Cole panted. "Do you want me to stop?" Jonathan asked against Cole’s neck. Chills go down Cole's spine. "I don't know if I'm ready," Cole admitted. Jonathan pulled away and looked at Cole with concerned. "Not ready for what?" "Shit man, just a minute ago, I didn't know you had feelings for me, let alone sexual ones, and now we're making out and grinding. I think we just skipped a lot." "I understand that. How about this; I'll take you on a date." "You'd do that?" "Man, I have more than sexual feelings for you. I do want to be romantic with you." "Thanks man, that makes me feel a lot better," Cole admitted, giving his roommate a kiss on the cheek. "Yo, does this mean we're boyfriends?"
The villain stood there, chained to the wall. He was so angry with himself; how could he let the hero catch him so easily?! It was because he used the princess as bait, that's why. He huffed angrily when the door to his prison opened. Surprisingly, or maybe unsurprisingly, it was the princess. She was dressed in a simple pink dress and her blonde hair was in two braids. "Well, hello princess. I'm sorry I cannot bow to you, as you can see, I'm a little tied up," the villain said sarcastically. The princess simply shut the door behind her and looked at him. They stated at each other in silence for a moment. "I don't really have anything to show you, princess, so if you're here for a show, I apologize," the villain sneered.  "I came to ask a few questions," the princess replied. "I may have answers for you," the villain said. The princess pulled up the only chair in the room ( which was paired with a table. Quite useless, if you ask the villain) and sat upon it. "Why do you always kidnap me?" She asked. The villain laughed. "That's your question? Ridiculous." She only stared. "Your the princess, a part of the royal family. I steal you away and they have no heir to the throne." "They can always try for another." "At their age? Impractical, at best. Impossible most likely." "There are other royal families with princesses. Why not them?" "You are the closest." "You know that the hero always gets me back." The hero. The villain spit at the thought of them. Always getting in the way.  The princess stood up from the stool and stepped close to the villain. She drew so close that he could feel her breath on his face. She smelled of vanilla. "Tell me the truth, or I'll have to resort to drastic measures." "Oh, what might that be, princess? Torture?" The villain chuckled darkly. The princess moved fast like a serpent, lips on the villain's. Before he could even think, she pulled away. He felt his heartbeat in his ears and his face heat up. "The fuck," he simply stated. What just happened? Did that really happen? "Will you tell me now?" The princess asked, undeterred. "If that's your drastic measures, I think you should keep trying," the villain gave a smug smile. The princess, still determined, ducked her head into the crook of the villain's neck and kissed there. The villain's skin was burning where she kissed him, leaving him delirious. But she didn't stop. She continued to kiss his neck with lingering kisses; some sweet little pecks, some long and hot. The villain bit his lip, damned if he makes a noise. Eventually, the princess did pull away, leaving the villain's neck cold without her touch.  "Well?" The princess asked, looking at the villain without abash. "I don't know why you'd think that make me say anything," the villain started. "Because you did it to me," the princess cut him off. Mouth hanging open, the villain was taken aback.  "Wha- I have no idea what you're talking about," the villain said, turning his nose to the air. Finally, the princess’s calm expression changed to a smile. “You thought I was asleep,” She answered calmly. He did think she was asleep, he was positive. He put a sleeping spell on her. “How far would’ve you gone if that soldier didn’t enter?” That bastard soldier did ruin his time, but he wouldn’t have gone too far. He’s the villain after all, not a monster. Suddenly, the princess stopped close, pressing her body against his. "How often have you imagined something like this happening?" She asked. "I never could have imagined this happening, I'll be honest," the villain muttered.  "What have you imagined then?" She asked, pressing a leg between his. He made the mistake of looking into her eyes; so full of curiosity. He blushed and looked away. "What a silly question," he huffed, "but if you must know, I'm the dominant one." "Mhm," the princess murmured, going back to kissing his neck. "In fact, if it weren't for these chains, you'd be the one up against the wall, and I'd be kissing your neck. Not just kissing! I'd be biting you and running my tongue under your chin." "Really now," she breathed, leaving the villain shivering. "Yes, really! I'd have you begging for more, but I wouldn't give it to you. At least, not at first," he continued, trying to focus on his words, but the princess is grinding her leg against his groin and her kisses are distracting. "I'd- I'd have that bosom of yours out, sucking on your nipples while you whined about how good it feels. And I'd tear off your panties! I bet you wear cotton ones," the villain chuckled. "Silk, actually," the princess corrected him. The villain choked back a moan from that thought. Before he could go on, the princess got on her knees. "What are you doing?" The villain asked. With big eyes, the princess looked up.  "I want to taste you," the princess simply said, as if it weren't such a sin. This time, the villain could not swallow his moan. "Dear princess, that's no way to ask for permission," he said. With a smile, the princess blinked and asked, "May I?" "Do as you please, princess," the villain answered. The princess delicately pulled the villain's trousers down just enough to let his election spring out. He sighed with relief; it was getting a bit tight. She stared at it for a moment. "What's the matter, princess? Daunted by its size?" The villain teased. He was rather large down there for his lanky stature. But rather than answering, the princess drew her tongue from underneath his length to the tip of it. The villain let out a breathy moan. Before he could comprehend what had happened, the princess took him whole in her mouth. He choked as she clumsily sucked. She clearly had no idea what she was doing but had the guts to keep going. Not that the villain was going to stop her. "Princess, may I-I give you some advice?" The villain asked. She pulled off him with a pop. "What may that be?" She inquired. "Don't push yourself. Slow and steady feels just as good," the villain said, "and don't take more than you can handle." The princess was quiet for a moment before she said, "Would you like to show me?" Flabbergasted, the villain asked, "How, pray tell, can I show you?" "I can have you in my mouth and you could move," the princess suggested. The villain shook his head; was she innocent or dirty? "Okay, dear princess, but put your hand on my hip and let me know if I'm making you uncomfortable." She a sneaky smile, the princess said, "You know, you're a lot more caring than you let on." "And you're less innocent than believed," the villain said back, not hiding his own smile. The princess took the villain's member back in her mouth and gave him a thumbs-up. He nearly lost his thoughts at this; acting as if she was not sucking on a dick. Acting as if he's not going to fuck her face. God, was she innocent or not? Pushing that thought aside, he slowly began to move his hips. This would be so much easier if he had his hands, but this will do. He noticed that she was trying to suck as he moved. "Don't worry about sucking, just focus on breathing through your nose," the villain advised. The princess tapped on his leg so he pulled out. "How do you know so much about sucking dick?" She asked. The villain clicked his tongue. "Such vulgar words from such a pretty mouth. But that mouth be doing some vulgar things," the villain said, " but if you must know, my teen years were not that pleasant."  The princess's face turned sad. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I wish I could've known you then." "Don't worry about the past, princess. I've learned from it and grown from it. For now, let's focus on the present. I don't want to go limp because we decided to talk about my past." The princess chuckled. "What's so funny, princess?" "Sorry, I find it funny that, despite your teen years, you're still taking care of me." "And yet, you wish you could've changed that?" "Yes and no. I know it's useless to wish for it, but it's also a good thing." "Yes yes, now hush princess. We were doing something." "Oh, were we now?" The princess smirked. The villain gave her the stink eye, which she just laughed at, and placed his member back in her mouth. With a tight groan, the villain could feel himself getting harder. He started to move slowly like before. The princess put her hand on his hip and pulled him closer. He followed along, letting her set the pace. He was careful to not go too deep, lest she chokes. He tossed that thought aside, following her as she sped him up. Looking down, he can barely believe that the princess has her mouth around his cock. "You're not as innocent as you come on as," he says, panting, but she simply keeps sucking.  "You're much naughtier than you let off," he continued, "inexperienced, but that doesn't stop you." The princess sucked hard, making the villain moan. "God, how often have you thought about something like this? How often have I dirtied your thought?" The villain began to thrust faster, panting as the princess just took it. "You're so dirty. You stepped down from princess to local whore." The princess pinched his thigh in protest. The villain just laughed through his panting. He managed to keep a steady tempo on his thrusts. Then, a devilish idea came to mind. "You know, I'd be able to help you more if you unchain me," the villain purred. The princess came off with a pop and looked up at him. "Not yet," she said. That sent shivers down the villain's spine. "'Not yet' you say? When, pray tell, is yet?"  "When I feel like it," she said before kissing the tip of his member and taking it back in her mouth. The dominance in her tone was enough to make the villain moan. She led him to start moving again, which he obliged. This time, he was not careful. He let himself thrust without abandon, feeling the princess’s mouth around him. He looked down for a moment and groaned. She was taking every thrust in stride, her mouth red from the treatment.  "Dirty little princess, look at you. You're just taking this punishment. God, your mouth is so devilish, yet so heavenly. If you're not careful, I'm going to cum in your mouth. But you'd like that, wouldn't you, princess? You're such a little slut in disguise, aren't you?" The villain said, thrusting wildly. She immediately pulled off him, a string of saliva strung between his member and her tongue. She stood up and started kissing him, mouth open and sloppy. The villain reciprocated, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She wrestled for control with her tongue, with little luck. Her hands graced over his sides and above his head where the restraints were. The villain heard a click and he felt the restraints unclasp from his wrists. The second he had his hands, he grabbed the princess's wrist and spun the two of them around so the princess was against the wall. "You might've had control before, but it's my turn now," the villain said huskily into the princess’s ear before nibbling on it. His hands ran up her arms and over her chest as he licked the side of her neck. She tasted like the vanilla she used as perfume. As he tasted her, his hands got busy rubbing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She moaned as he touched her perky hardened nipples. "My, my, princess, eager are we," the villain said against her mouth. She grabbed his member and gave it a small yank, which earned her a groan. He could feel the coy smile she was giving on his lips, which encouraged him to pinch her nipples. It was a fight for dominance; the princess tugging on the villain's member while he rubbed and pinched her nipples. The two fiercely kissed and tantalized each other through their moans until the villain couldn't take it. He pushed her away, spinning her around and bending her over the table. "Alright, princess, let's see how you take this," the villain said, pulling her dress up over her bottom. Just as she said, she was wearing a pair of white silk panties, which were soaked. He smiled as he stroked the wet panties with a finger. The princess shivered and whimpered. The villain continued to stroke the wetness and tease the poor princess. He slowly moved the soaked panties to the side to touch her directly. She was extremely wet and ready, but the villain needed to tease her like she teased him. It was easy enough to slide his finger inside her. She whined at the sudden entrance, even though she was expecting something bigger. He slowly pumped his finger, making sure to rub her clitoris with his thumb. The pleasure was numbing, leaving the princess a moaning mess. When he finally felt that she had enough teasing, he took his finger out of her and put it in his mouth. It was sweet. "My, princess, how many fruits do you eat to be this sweet?" The villain asked. The princess mindlessly whined. He tsked at her unresponsive response and drifted his fingers up her bottom, to the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers over the top and tantalizingly pulled them down. "Gods above, if you take this any slower, I will chain you up again and make you wait for your climax," the princess threatened. The villain simply whistled. "My my, princess, what a temper you have. You'll get what you want soon enough," the villain said as he finished pulling the panties off her bottom. He let them drop around her ankles and ran his hand over her bare bottom. He gave one of her checks a pinch, which the princess squeaked at. Done with his fun, the villain pulled his pants down and let them drop to the floor. Adjusting himself, the villain placed the tip of his member against the princess's wet lips, just barely pushing in.  "Come oooon," the princess whined. With that, the villain snapped his hips forward. The princess gasped loudly.  "You like that," he snickered as he slowly pulled out. "You jerk," she whined, but he only snapped his hips again. This time, she kept her mouth shut. The villain snickered and started a steady rhythm. He could hardly contain himself; he was already wound up from earlier, but he knew he needed to get her just as much. Keeping the movement going was easy; it was keeping the pace and strength of the thrust even and not just giving into wild ambition was hard. Very hard. And the noises that the princess was making wasn't helping at all. They were all sweet whimpers and whines, the sweetest music to the villain. But it wasn't enough. The villain brought his hand around to the front of the princess's body and began to rub her clitoris again as he shallowly thrusted. The sparks of pleasure that ran through her sent a spine-shivering moan through her. He continued his assault, driving the princess mad with pleasure. The villain, distracted by pleasuring the princess, began to lose his cool and his thrusts began to become erratic. All too soon, his climax brought him to his senses and he pulled out and ejaculated between the princess’s legs. Despite his own climax coming and going, the villain continued rubbing the princess’s clitoris.  “Are you close, princess?” he asked.  “Yes yes, so close, please please,” the princess groaned. The villain nodded and inserted a finger as he rubbed her sensitive nerve. It wasn’t long before the princess came, dripping onto the villain’s hand. He pulled away and wiped his hand on the inside of his shirt. He backed away from the princess as he grabbed his pants and pulled them up. The princess grabbed her panties from the floor and daintily put them back on.  “So, how was that? Much better than the hero, I presume,” the villain teased. “I wouldn’t know. You’re the first I’ve ever been with,” the princess admitted.  “Oh, is that so? Why me?” “Truthfully, I’ve always liked you. But you keep taking me away from the kingdom, so it’s kinda hard to rule.” “Well, I could always become king,” the villain joked. The princess wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his cheek. “I think we could manage that,” she said.
Cornelius wasn't a bad guy. Kind of shady, maybe, but never bad. He paid his employees well and made sure that they were healthy with STD tests each week. Sure, people might think porn is bad for your brains or fake or even a bad job, but Cornelius made sure that the opposite was true for his studio. He specializes his videos for learning audiences and always made sure his employees were okay with what they were doing. Sure, some of the moans were exaggerated, but most good porn did that. He learned how to make good porn back in his porn star years. And now he was a director! And he had it pretty good. But his career got really interesting when his newest hire came along. "My name is Rain Burring, I use they them pronouns but I have a penis," they introduced themselves at the interview. This made Cornelius laugh.  "Nice to have you on the crew, kid. You can call me Cornelius," he said, holding out a hand. Rain looked at his hand for a moment before grabbing it firmly. Then, with a sultry look, they said, "You know, you're really handsome." "Aw, kid, you're making this old man blush," Cornelius laughed. He knew that he wasn't what he was in his prime; he gained weight when he hit his thirties and hasn't lost is in his forties and his hair was peppered with white. This kid was at least half his age, small and lanky with a full head of black hair. They were gorgeous themselves, but Cornelius knew better. They were probably just being nice. Or, at least, that's what Cornelius thought.  "Good day, handsome," Rain said the next day. Rain made it their personal job to flirt with Cornelius. Not that Cornelius minded; it was a major self-esteem booster. It really didn't matter until one day, Rain said, "Hey, Corny, why not make a video with me?" This caught Cornelius off guard and he choked on his Dr. Pepper. "Jesus Christ, kid, don't say things like that," Cornelius said. Rain simply shrugged. "Why not? You're handsome and gay sex is really in. Along with that, there are so many role-playing situations we could do," Rain smirked.  "I haven't been in a porno since my late twenties. No one wants to see a fat old man naked," Cornelius said. "I'd beg to differ," Rain muttered, "but let me tell you that that is actually really popular. Especially in a Daddy Dom role play." "I see what you're trying to do, but it's not going to work," Cornelius said and walked away. This wasn't the last of the conversation though. A few days later, Rain brought it up again. "Corny, why won't you do a video with me?" Rain questioned with a donut in their hand.  "Because, kid, I'm the director, not the actor," Cornelius sighed. "But you were an actor," Rain emphasized. "That's the keyword: 'was'," Cornelius said, turning away. Rain followed behind. "Why'd you stop?" "I started directing, that's why." "You can always do one more," Rain persisted. Cornelius stopped abruptly and spun around. "Why do you want me?"  "What, can't a newbie want to learn from an experienced stallion?" "I'll tell you what; I'll give you one month and if you still feel like 'learning' from me, I'll do a set with you. Deal?" Cornelius asked. Rain smiled big and held out a hand. "Deal!" they said. Cornelius grabbed their hand and the two shook. That was the last Cornelius heard of Rain’s quest. Sure, Rain gave him sultry eyes or winked at him, or even blew him kisses, but Cornelius ignored them. It was exactly thirty days until Rain approached him with a gleam in their eye. “So, it’s been a month. You still game?” Rain asked. Cornelius, who was looking over some notes, sighed. “You’re really adamant about this, aren’t you?” Cornelius asked, looking up.  "You act like you don't want it," Rain said, trying to seem joking but a bit of concern was in their voice. Cornelius blinked and rubbed his temple. "I'm fine with it, flattered really, but you're so persistent with it," he started, but he didn't really have the words. It's been years since Cornelius has been intimate with someone, but he never had a problem with it. He also didn't have a problem with the idea of doing another video. Why was he acting like this? He sighed. "You know what, okay, we can make a video together. Just let me get one of the writers to make a story," Cornelius said. "Actually, I wrote something up that I thought I'd suggest to you," Rain admitted, "I have it saved to my Google drive if you want me to email you or maybe print it out." Cornelius looked at Rain, bewildered, and said, "You didn't." "I did, I even had some of the writers look over it to see if everything was good." "You put way too much thought into this. Just email me it and I'll look it over tonight," Cornelius said. Rain smiled wickedly and took their phone out. In just a second, Cornelius's phone notified him of a new email. With a sigh, Cornelius resigned himself to his office to read his script. Over a week, Rain and Cornelius went over the skit, making minor changes and practicing what little dialog it had. Rain refused to go over any of the sex scenes. "It'll take away the realness of the important part if we do it willy-nilly," Rain explained. "What do you mean, "the realness"?" Cornelius asked. "I want this to be a one-shot film with the real thing. No exaggerated moans or faked climaxes. I want it to be real," Rain said.  "For heaven's sake, porn is fake," Cornelius frowned. "Yeah, but you like to make it 'real' and we can do that!" "Then what's with the story in the script?" "It adds interest," Rain shrugged. Cornelius nearly threw his hands up in defeat. Finally, the day came for them to do the scene. The stage room was set up and Cornelius was waiting to the side. He was going over the dialog for the beginning of the script when Rain walked up to him in a purple silk robe. "Hey, handsome, ready for your big reboot?" They asked, rubbing Cornelius's arm sensually. "I wouldn't say this is a reboot," Cornelius muttered. Rain chuckled and patted Cornelius's back. "Come on, I promise to give you a good time," Rain teased. "Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Cornelius smirked. "I know I'm going to have a good time with you, babycakes. What changed your mind?" "Just getting into character, that's all." "Oh pooh," Rain pouted, crossing their arms. Cornelius let out a small chuckle. "Come on, kid. It was your idea all along anyways," Cornelius said. Rain looked sad for a moment before going back to pouting.  "Well, I have a surprise for you," Rain teased, slipping their robe off a shoulder. "Let me guess, I have to wait for it?" Cornelius asked. "Of course! See you on set," Rain said, waving their fingers over their exposed shoulder. Cornelius fought the urge to roll his eyes and waited outside the stage room. He was then escorted to the side with a door and was told 'not to look.' This time, Cornelius rolled his eyes. Rain was really going all out on this. Soon enough, the camera was rolling and the scene began. Cornelius, being on the side where a wall was blocking his sight, could hear the signature sounds of masturbation: the pop of a lube lid, the huffy of labored breath. So familiar, yet so alluring. Rubbing himself through his pants, Cornelius figured it'd be best if he was at least half hard when he went in. Rain began to moan quietly. Cornelius huffed. That kid really knew how to put on a show. Without really thinking about it, he began to rub a little harder. Soon enough, the director signaled him to enter the stage. He opened the door and entered, only to be welcomed by the sight of Rain laying on the bed, legs spread wide and their hand stroking fast. What made Cornelius stop for a second was what they were wearing; a pair of black thigh-high socks with garter belts and a very small red plaid skirt.  “Oh, daddy, you’re home,” Rain recited the script. They bounced off the bed and ran over to Cornelius, their dick bouncing under the skirt. “Yes I am, and I see you’ve started some trouble,” Cornelius smirked. He wrapped an arm around Rain’s waist and pulled them in for a kiss. They didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back. “I’m sorry, daddy. I was so lonely and I was thinking of how big and strong you are,” Rain said as they pulled away. Going a step further, Cornelius grabbed the back of Rain’s head, gently mind you, and forced them to look up at him. “Well, it looks like daddy will have to punish you for starting without him,” Cornelius breathed. He could hear Rain’s breath hitch but they were careful to not show it. He crushed his mouth against Rain’s, licking their lips. Rain’s lips tasted of peppermint and vanilla. Cornelius wondered if they always tasted like this. The two make out for a moment before Cornelius pushes Rain to their knees. “Do daddy a favor, and get him nice and hard,” Cornelius said, undoing his pants and pulling them just far enough down to expose his half-chub. Rain’s eyes grew wide and they licked their lips. This caught Cornelius off guard, but he didn’t have time to think about it. Rain had already took him whole into their mouth and was sucking gently. Cornelius moaned softly and ran his fingers through Rain’s hair. Rain began to bob their head, slowly at first. Cornelius restrained himself from grabbing a handful of Rain's hair. Jesus, he thought he'd be able to handle it, but it seems his days without sexual activity has made him vulnerable. Despite this, Cornelius held onto his sanity, and his climax, as Rain began to speed up. Cornelius tried to slow Rain down by leading them with his hands, but they kept up the speed. Not wanting to bring too much attention to this, Cornelius grabbed Rain's hair. Rain looked up at Cornelius with big brown eyes, but did not stop the blow job.  "Why don't you hop on the bed and we can get started," Cornelius said with a naughty smile. Rain sucked one last time before coming off with a pop. They smiled and hopped up onto the bed, crawling on all fours.  "I need to be prepped, daddy," Rain said, lifting the skirt to expose their bottom. Cornelius went to the bed stand and opened the drawer, only to be surprised to see two lube bottles: a normal one and a flavored one. Cornelius wondered for a moment if this was an accident before deciding to take the flavored one. Grape, ironically his favorite. This made him think this was less of an accident. Mentally shrugging, he popped the bottle open and slathered a good pile onto his fingers. Lining up his fingers to Rain's hole, Cornelius gently pushed in one finger. Rain loudly moaned, taking their hand off the skirt and throwing it over their head. Cornelius chuckled at their theatrics and pushed his finger in deeper. He knew that this was nothing for Rain; he's seen the kid take a whole hand. But he still wanted to slowly stretch them. It would hurt if he tried to go in with his dick without any prep.  "Let me know when you're ready for another one, okay kitten?" Cornelius said. Rain's face turned deep red, but Cornelius figured it was because of pleasure. Soon enough, Rain let him know that they were ready for more and Cornelius obliged. Slowly pumping his fingers, he reached around in the general area of what he was looking for. He touched the nerve, making Rain moan exceptionally loud. Cornelius smiled; he earned a real moan. The most realistic moan that Cornelius ever heard come out of Rain. Strangely, he felt proud and motivated to keep going. But he kept touching Rain’s prostate to a minimum. He didn't want to over-stimulate the poor kid.  "One more," Rain begged. Cornelius obeyed, adding a third finger. Now he focused in stretching Rain instead of pleasing them, scissoring his fingers. Rain was a natural, moaning and relaxed. This made stretching their asshole easy for Cornelius. "Daddy, I need you in me," Rain whined. Cornelius pulled out his fingers then got a naughty idea. Going completely off the script, he got his face close to Rain's hole and breathed heavily. This made Rain shudder. "Daddy, what are you-" Rain was cut off by Cornelius taking a big lick of their hole. "Oh shit!" Rain exclaimed. Cornelius had to chuckle at their reaction. He almost expected another moan from Rain. He knew he'd be able to get another real moan from them, so he licked the rim of their hole. They whined, arching their back. Cornelius made sure to tease them with his tongue, driving them to moan. When he licked most of the lube off, Cornelius backed up and licked his lips. "Grape, my favorite," he said. Rain watched with great fascination and moaned. Cornelius quickly got more lube and lubed Rain up again. He the lined his cock to Rain's asshole. "You ready, kitten?" He asked.  "Yes, daddy!" Rain said, barely a coherent thought in their head. Cornelius slowly entered Rain. They shoved their face in the pillow and groaned. This seemed to be relieving to them, somehow. Cornelius barely took this into thought as he entered Rain. They were hot and tight. Once he was fully sheathed, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He didn't realize how tense he would be, but he didn't let it slow him down. He slowly began to move, biting his lip. Rain raised their head from the pillow and moaned. Cornelius kept a slow and steady pace, dragging out the pleasure. "Daddy, go faster!" Rain whined. With a smirk, Cornelius pulled out almost all the way and thrusted his hips back in. Rain's mouth became the shape of an O before gasps and moans erupted from it. Cornelius rammed his hips in a much faster and harder rhythm, grunting. He made sure to hit that sweet spot, making Rain spasm and moan in delight. Rain began to move their hips in union to Cornelius's thrusts. The rhythm became uneven as they both got close to their climaxes.  "Oh daddy, yes!" Rain cried as they came all over the bed. Cornelius had a couple more pumps in him before he came. He pulled out, seven dripping from his cock and Rain's asshole. Rain looked up at Cornelius and made grabby hands. "Cuddles, daddy?" Rain asked, brown eyes wide and begging. He shrugged and crawled into the bed next to them. This wasn't in the script, but it was a good way to end the video. "And CUT," he called. The end of the production came and everyone started to move around and talk. Cornelius began to get up when Rain grabbed him. "Hey, you did great!" Rain said. "You did pretty well yourself, kid," Cornelius commented, "but I do have to ask, was the flavored lube of purpose?" Rain blushed and looked away. "Yeah." "Did you know it was my favorite?" "Yeah." "How'd you learn that?" Rain blushed even harder and muttered something under their breath. "Kid, if you're trying to say something, I can't hear you." "I was a fan of you when I was a teenager," Rain said, barely loud enough for Cornelius to hear. "Ah, that," Cornelius started, "explains a lot."  "Please don't fire me!" Rain blurted. Cornelius looked bewildered at them for a second and burst out laughing. "Kid, I'm not going to fire you. You have nothing to worry about." "Then can I suggest another video idea?" "Don't push your luck, kid," Cornelius said, shuffling their hair.
Once Jack and Ethan are gone, you’re left with Mark, your new Google android. You glance at the instructions, and glance up at Mark. “So, can you name off some of the functions you can do?” you ask. “I have many features, such as cooking, cleaning, and assistance. Some items of interest must be downloaded though, such as recipes,” Mark explained, “I can also connect to the internet to answer any questions.” “Sweet, can you do that without wifi or do you need it?” you ask. “I currently need to connect to your wifi until you add me to your phone plan. Then I can connect to the internet most anywhere.” “Okay, so how do we do that?” “Simply tell me the internet provider and password, and I’ll be able to connect,” Mark says. You do as he instructs. As Mark connects, his eyes glow blue for a moment. “Connected,” Mark says, looking at you. “Okay, so, can I connect you to anything else while we are talking about it?” you ask. “If you have a Samsung phone, I am able to connect easily to your
Once Jack and Ethan are gone, you’re left with Mark, your new Google android. You glance at the instructions, and glance up at Mark. “So, can you name off some of the functions you can do?” you ask. “I have many features, such as cooking, cleaning, and assistance. Some items of interest must be downloaded though, such as recipes,” Mark explained, “I can also connect to the internet to answer any questions.” “Sweet, can you do that without wifi or do you need it?” you ask. “I currently need to connect to your wifi until you add me to your phone plan. Then I can connect to the internet most anywhere.” “Okay, so how do we do that?” “Simply tell me the internet provider and password, and I’ll be able to connect,” Mark says. You do as he instructs. As Mark connects, his eyes glow blue for a moment. “Connected,” Mark says, looking at you. “Okay, so, can I connect you to anything else while we are talking about it?” you ask. “If you have a Samsung phone, I am able to connect easily to your
Hello Google? Part 1 (GoogliplierXDisabled!Reader) by MewMewPeach365, literature
Literature
Hello Google? Part 1 (GoogliplierXDisabled!Reader)
You are sitting comfortably in the living room, flipping through the channels on your TV. The doorbell interrupts your channel surfing. You shift off your favorite chair into your wheelchair as the doorbell rings again. “Coming!” you yell as you wheel through your kitchen to your front door. You carefully open it to your friends, Jack and Ethan. They’re smiling widely at you, but you notice a box behind them. “Y/N, we got you a gift,” Ethan says excitedly. You raise an eyebrow. “I can see,” you reply. Ethan comes in and pulls you out of the way while Jack rolls the box in on a dolly. The box is taller than Jack by a couple of inches. “You guys know that my birthday isn’t for another couple of months, right?” You ask. They both smile widely at you as Jack rolls the box into your kitchen. “Yeah, but we saw this at secondhand store for a discounted price, it was practically a steal, and we knew it would be so useful for you. We just hope you don’t mind that you didn’t get to customize it
LoboXReader: Soulmate AU by MewMewPeach365, literature
Literature
LoboXReader: Soulmate AU
You always wondered about the name on your wrist. It wasn’t a common name, that’s for sure. You lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere, where everyone knew everyone. But no one here had your name on their wrist, nor did they have the name on your wrist. The name on your wrist was the name of the one you were meant to be with the rest of your life; your soulmate.
You pondered where your soulmate came from, what they were like, the usual stuff. Some people in your small town were lucky and found their soulmate in elementary school. Others left to find their soulmate. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave just quite yet
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