My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Cluster Fudge

Propmt: Rythna/Nanocoffee: Best Friend's Sibling (Kim is Rythian's sister) and Nanocoffee is Pretending to Hate You AU (Sorry the request confused me a bit :) )

TW: I don't know what happened but SMUT

NSFW

“Why is he here?”

I glare at my sister. “Who, Duncan? We have to work on science together.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Yes it does.” I huff, throwing an apologetic look Duncan’s way. “He’s here because we have to work on a project for science.”

She rolls her eyes. “Does your ‘science project’ include screwing each other?”

“Wha- no. Nonononono. Duncan and I are just friends.” She shakes her head, giving us a look that says she can see right through our lie. “Believe what you want, we’re just friends. C’mon Duncan.”

We head upstairs to my room, Duncan setting his bag down at the end of the bed and flopping onto his stomach. “Sorry about my sister.”

“Mine’s the same way.”

“That’s right. How’s Lomadia?” I set my bag next to Duncan’s and lay on my back next to him.

“Annoying as ever. But that’s how most sisters are.” He scoots so his face is directly over mine, grinning down at me.

I lift my head up to peck his lips but he moves his head before I can. I open my eyes and pout at him. “You know what else is annoying?”

“You.” He grins at me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

I roll my eyes and grab his face, kissing him until we both are breathless. Duncan lifts himself up and moves to straddle me, leaving a trail of kisses up my neck. A moan escapes my lips, Duncan moving to cover my mouth with his.

“You’re so loud, Ryth. What are we going to do with you,” He trails off, nuzzling my neck.

I grind my hips up, eliciting a long low moan from him. “I don’t know, what are you going to do with me?” He glances at the door, looking down at me asking a silent question.

To answer him I put a hand on the back of his neck and pull him down into another heated kiss. “We should lock the door,” I murmur against his lips when we pull back.

“Undress?” He smiles at my nod, kissing me once more before going to lock the door.

I sit up and take my shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Undoing my belt I breath a sigh of relief as some of the strain is lifted. Duncan’s hands replace mine, slowly sliding my boxers down.

I hiss as the cold air hits my member. Duncan grins, running a hand up my thigh. “Duncan,” I breath, fumbling with the hem of his purple shirt.

He steps back, pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere near mine. I sit up and reach for his belt, pressing kisses to his navel.

I trail a finger down his tented member, the sound Duncan makes sending pleasure down my spine. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his underwear, I quickly yank them down.

“Ah shit, Rythian,” I take his member in my hand, wrapping my lips around the tip. I start to run my tongue over the bottom of his shaft, taking my penis in my hand and stroking it in time with the bob of my head.

Duncan tangles his fingers in my hair, pushing me so the tip presses against the back of my throat. I try to resist the urge to gag, pulling back slightly.