𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 {𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 + 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞}

ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏsᴇʀ's ᴄʟᴜʙ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ʏᴏᴜ

𝙣 𝙨 𝙛 𝙬

Belch:

"I said it a hundred times, Reg, my parents aren't home. Quit freaking out, damn."

"Fine." He says as he thrusts into you. "Shit, you feel so good."

"Y/N!? Who's in your room!?" Your little brother asks and you hear footsteps coming to your room.

"Shit! Hide."

Ben opens the door and his poor eyes widen. "Fuck off!" You yell as he starts staring at Belch on top of you with an angry and disgusted expression.

He walks quickly out of your room and Belch stares at you with an "I told you so" look.

"Shut the fuck up, I said my parents weren't home."

Henry:

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck!" You chant as Henry repeatedly hits your special spot.

"Henry fucking Bowers! Get the hell off of my sister!" Beverly says.

Henry rolls his eyes and covers the both of you up.

"Can you please go so we can finish?" You ask her.

She grimaces and leaves. "She's such a cockblocker sometimes."

Patrick:

"Yes, good girl. You are doing such a good job. Your pretty mouth is almost as talented as your pussy." The dirty talking Patrick produces practically gives you an orgasm by just hearing it.

"What the hell, Y/N!? Really!?" Stan says. You release Patrick's cock with a *pop* "Patrick Hockstetter!? You couldn't have done any better!?"

"Get out!" The both of you yell.

Dropping Victor