𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 {𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 + 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞}

ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ

𝙣 𝙨 𝙛 𝙬

Belch:

You kiss Belch with such passion. The kiss didn't match the pace. He was going fast and rough, explicit moans coming out of your mouth, resembling a pornstar.

"Hey, Belch, you - AHHH WHAT THE FUCK!? My eyeeeees!" Vic says. You both suddenly stop moving.

"Get the fuck out, you moron!"

"Belch!"

"What!? He's just standing there like a fuckin' idiot!"

Henry:

You both were in missionary, having vanilla sex, thank God. You had a hard day, and Henry thought that he'd treat you nicely... This time.

"Please, Henry. I'm so close."

"Hey... Nice going Henry. Since when were you vanilla?" Patrick asks.

Henry rolls his eyes and you laid there wondering why the hell wasn't Patrick leaving or why Henry wasn't telling him to leave.

"Do you mind?" You ask.

"Yeah, fucking dumbass. Leave."

Patrick:

Patrick flicked the button on his lighter, burning your thighs a little. You moan. "Fuck." You arch your back.

"Patrick, the gang and I are... What the fuck!? Quit trying to light her on fire, numb nuts!" Belch says.

Patrick smirks. "Wanna see what this pussy can do?"

"PATRICK!"

Victor:

You were on the bed, lying on your back with Victor's face buried in between your thighs. You run your fingers through his hair. You moan at the tingling sensation he was giving you.

"Oh my gosh, Vic. What the hell is taking so- LONG? Woah-ho! Wow, Vic. I didn't know you had a sex life." Henry says.

Poor baby was so embarrassed. "H-He-Henry, get o-out." Vic says, turning into Bill.