random oneshots (smut)

No context ~ gxb

A dangerous boy.

A criminal even.

That is what has become of him. The innocence in his eyes has faded, and has been replaced by a demon.

I walked past him. His eyes stayed on me. I shivered. Rumors flew around the school about how he was a murderer; and god, due to my mental instability, I somehow felt attracted. I can imagine the blood on his hands, and I can almost see his eyes of glee when he makes a kill.

I was walking home. I was rounding a public toilet block when I bumped into him. He was smoking. I cough.

"Watch where you're going, dipshit." He says roughly, I go into one of those big cubicles meant for the disabled. I hear a knock on the door.

"Who's there?" I shout. No answer. I shout again. I look at the shoes the person is wearing. It's him.

I open the door and he barges in, his lips attaching to my neck and hands around my waist. I stumble and fall back onto the brick wall. My heart beats wildly and he bites. I whimper, and soon his hand is up my shirt.

I push away and run to the door. He waits. I think.

And then I lock the door and walk back to him, pulling off my shirt as I do so. I kissed him, and oh my god, it was like no other. My lips were on fire as we made out, and my hands twisted themselves in his hair and he held my head up. Soon I try to tug off his shirt, and he slips a tongue in, surprising me. As I feel his stomach, I realize he's fit. I shiver, and his mouth attacks my neck again. I try to steady my breathing. Soon my skirt is off. A single finger slips into my soaking undies, rubbing circles. I lift my arms around his neck, moaning into it. I feel his boner poking through his pants, and I signal for him to take his top off. This sends me on a high, seeing his olive skin and feeling its warmth. His waistline is perfect.

He slips a finger in and I whimper, missing the rubbing finger. He seems to notice this and goes back to rubbing circles. Soon my legs start shaking, and he rips off my pants and my bra and his hands are all over me. All I simply do is lie there and watch the boy everyone is afraid of take advantage of me.

"Mike.." I whisper, and his eyes flick up to me. "I need you in me. Please."

He nods. His pants were off. And my eyes go wide.
"That's gonna fucking hurt." I say, starting to feel doubtful about it. He snickers, lying me down on the floor and gently holding my head. He hovers over me, whispering in my ear.

"Relax, princess. I've hardly started."

I once again shiver.

He presses the tip on my throbbing hole. He rubs up and down a few times, allowing me to admire his muscles and the way his hips moved. He slowly slides in. He stops when he feels himself reaching my hymen. I bite down on my hand.

"Do it." I whisper.

And then I take his entire length. My region radiates pain. And he waits until I breathe normally again to start moving.

He pins my hands above my head, and tries a new angle. At this, I moan loudly. He hits the spot, again and again. My legs are shaking, my eyes rolling, and I can feel something building up. He feels it too.

"Stop squeezing me, princess. Unless you want me to stop."

I shake my head. He grins. And then he pulls out. I look at him, wondering why, until white floods out of his dick. I stare at it.

"What, wanna suck?" He laughs. I once again shake my head. I decided that I want to finish.

"Turn over." I say. He does so. I position myself on top of him, and slowly slide down. He grunts, covering his mouth. I giggle and start bouncing. I close my eyes, feeling him staring at my chest. He reaches out to touch it.,

Up and down. Up and down. My legs are getting tired, and my bounces slower.

"Sit."

"Huh?"

"Sit on my face. I'll help you," he says. Realization hits me.

"What, now you're getting shy? Cmon princess, have some fun."

I shuffle up to his head, face bright red. I'm at his chin and I stop. Then his hands grab my hips and place me on top of his mouth. He closes his eyes and starts swirling his tongue, trying to find my swollen clit. I yell out when he finds it. He concentrates on that spot, and my hips jerk and do involuntary movements. He rubs his tongue up and down, going faster. I feel the same thing building up. This time it lasts longer. It builds more. Tears leak out of my eyes as I beg for friction and he obliges. Then, unexpectedly, I feel it reach a peak and my hips steady. I release and moan softly, feeling choked up from the amount of pleasure. He licks up my juices, and once again, we swap places. He sits up against the wall and his dick is still hard. I realize what he wants me to do. I get down on all fours, dipping my back. I slowly run my tongue up his length before rolling it around the tip. He jerks his hips and it hits the back of my mouth. I gag, choking. I start to bob my head up and down, and he rests a hand on top of my head, guiding me. I play with his balls, giving them a light squeeze and resting my hands on the ground. I gag as he releases into my mouth.

I go to spit it out, but he stops me. He looks at me expectantly. I pull a face while swallowing his load, being careful to not choke.

His dick is throbbing, and so is my region.

I sit next to him, puffing. He is also heavily breathing. He suddenly stands, kissing me, and goes to the door.

"See ya."