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in griefers messy room, covered in empty cans of witches brew and bloxy cola, you ignored the grossness of his room and focused on the beautiful sight you had laid infront of you, griefer, on his bed, looking up at you with a needy look in his eyes, trying to feign a look of his usual bratty annoyance, you could tell he was faking, you had his legs spread, bottomless, his legs wrapped around your waist giving you full access to him, you’ve had him in this position for a while, you’ve just been teasing the poor bully beneath you
he whined out, basically begging you at this point to just do something with him the way he sounded so desperate and whiny almost made him sound so delicious
“pl4y3r.. pl34se..”
“please what? use your words, brad.”
you called him that just to annoy the fuck out of him, you knew he absolutely hated it when he was called that, he basically insisted everyone address him as griefer, but seeing as you had him in such a vulnerable position you figured you could call him whatever the hell you wanted
“ju5t d0 som3th1ng 4lr34dy..”
you had to stifle back a small giggle after hearing that whiny breathless voice, you knew what you were doing, you knew damn well
“okay okay fine”
you finally agree to start something as you push yourself forward, entering him only slightly, apparently it wasn’t enough to satisfy him, he groaned in an annoyed pouty tone
“g0d, ju5t g0 f4st3r th4n th4t!!”
you smirk, sensing an opportunity to catch him completely off guard and so you thrust into him harshly with one swift movement causing him to let out a high pitched noise that almost sounded like a yelp at the unexpected movement
“j33z, w4rn m3 n3xt t1me..”
“nahh”
you started to thrust into him rather fast and roughly, it was almost hard to believe a grown man like him was even capable of making noises like that, so whiny and high pitched, it almost made you want to tease him, but you figured you’ve been doing enough of that already
you find yourself a little breathless as you feel the warmth of his insides wrap around your shaft, hearing the noises he continuously let out as he couldnt really seem to hold them back, you let out a shaky pleased sigh you didnt even realize you were holding back
he begins to grip your waist, if it werent for the fabric of your t-shirt he’d probably be clawing and digging his fingernails into your sides, scratching at your skin, not that you would mind that of course, the thought of it sounded almost lovely, but you were already too deep into it to bother taking your shirt off now
as you continue his grip only gets tighter and tighter as if gripping onto you for dear life he doesnt even try to seem annoyed with his expression anymore, he just looks like hes lost in you, completely pleased and wanting you more and more with each second, you feel him tighten against you and a sticky liquid splurts upwards at you, staining your t-shirt and getting onto your face, you lick it off the side of your cheek and savor the salty flavour
“came already, huh?”
“4ct1ng l1k3 1t5 n0t y0ur f4ult…”
he snapped back at your playful response, ah, you expected nothing less from this fool, snarky responses were almost like his specialty, feeling yourself coming to your own climax, you get a devious idea to get back at him
as you reach your finish, you dont pull out, unleashing every last drop into him, his face instantly flushes, he goes silent as his brain begins to try and register the feeling of warmth that just shot inside of him, already knowing what it was, he looks away a bit embarrassed before he mumbles in an unexpectedly quiet tone coming from him at least
“y0u c0uldv3 w4rn3d m3 b3f0r3 y0u d1d th4t..”
you laugh awkwardly as an almost “sorry” but you really dont say anything, as you pull out a string of cum drags on from your tip to his entrance, you then flop down beside him on his bed
“i hope your dad didnt overhear that”