Oneeeshotsss (mostly Dailtown brainrot)

Porno{Olivegingi}

  (the begging is kinda shitposty, sorry! )

cw: degrading, humiliation, phonegingis gross ass tent, and gay sex.
     Oliver burst through the tent entrance where phonegingi was laying on his side. He looked up, unimpressed at his boyfriends antics.

     "PH-hah-PHONEGINGI! We should film another porno! There's a dude who's gonna give us a lot of money for it, but we have to like, now!" Oliver said, panting from sprinting across the park. He looked up from hunching over and put up a thumbs up.

     "Can't say no to ass stuff, can I?" Phonegingi shrugged, scooting over the the top edge of the create, sitting criss cross applesauce. Oliver sat next to him and they talked about their ideas, settling on a plan. Once they set up a safe word, boundaries and consent, they were ready to go. (VERY IMPORTANT THINGS, BTW.)

     Oliver got up, retrieving his beloved camera and setting it up. He walked into the room, eyes down fiddling with it. When he closed the door, he suddenly got pushed back into it. Oliver looked up and saw phonegingi hovering over him, smirking and slightly showing off his sharp canines. Oliver felt a shiver run down his spine but he ignored it and crossed his legs, trying to ease the arousal.

     "Not recording yet, hun" Oliver muttered, popping out the lens to his camera and peered through.  The scene was in Phonegingi tent. The tent was disgusting, it was humid in there and had condensation dripping down the walls. The floor were coated in something sticky? And clutter and trash coated every surface. Turned Oliver on, in a weird way, it felt like a animals cave. He put the camera on the counter, after swiping off the trash, facing the creaking, dirty create stuffed with old sheets, where he sat in the green mans lap.

     Oliver smiled down at phonegingi and leaned down for a kiss, draping his hands around his abnormal lovers neck. They kissed slowly, the heat building as Phonegingi started to fiddle with the buttons that ran down Olivers flannel. Phonegingi interrupted the kiss with an another groan, not getting the buttons to work. Just when Oliver was gonna help Phonegingi tore the shirt apart, finally getting access to the man's chest. Oliver sat for a second stunned while blush ran across his cheeks and neck. As he spaced off he felt a clawed finger under his chin, lifting his head up he saw a smirking phonegini. Oliver laughed softly and kissed him, his hands sliding up and down Phongingis body. He deepened the kiss, softly grinding his hips down into Phonegingi.

     "Careful, Oli." Phonegingi said into Oliver ear, making sure to say it loud enough for the camera. Oliver smirked and started to grind into phonegingi some more, placing his hands on the man's chest. Phonegingi shook his head, and got up, SWIFTly picking up oliver in the process. He turned around and pinned him on the wall, Olivers legs wrapped around Phonegings waist. Phonegingi let out a low growl from the back of his throat as his long rough tongue slowly lolled out of his phone. Oliver blushed and stared at it, gulping softly. Phonegingi roughly grabbed Oliver chin and shoved his head up, letting him get to Oliver's neck easier. 

     Gingi dragged the long reptile tongue up Olivers neck, and traced to his jawline. He then went to putting purple and blue marks, high enough to be hard to hide. Phonegingis clawed hands made sharp trails of tingles down Oliver chest. Oliver smiled and got up from his lap, leaning over the bed, looking back at phonegingi. He was surprised phone gingi was so vanilla, but he guess he didn't mind, they could talk about it after they filmed the porno. Phonegingi looked down at oliver and kinda just stood there for a sec, tilting his head slightly until it clicked like the dum dum he is. He went up and started to rub Olivers ass, and softly grinded on it. 

     Phonegingi loved his boyfriend, of course. He just wanted more. He was semi hard, as he awkwardly tried shoving his cock in. Oliver looked back at Phonegingi, raising one eyebrow. He softly moved away and sat back on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around Phonegingis neck, looking into his eyes.