Inmo adventures!

¡How did it start!

♤ First smut chapter, I tried my best in riding this, don't like it, don't read ♤

World: FTO
Character(s): Inmo, Ritchie
Trigger Warning(s): Smut, swearing, Drunk s3x[on one part], Trans (ftm) Inmo!!

Third POV
A kiss so simple, how did it go so far? How far was Ritchie willing to go? Inmo, how far do you think he was going to go?

Ritchie held Inmo's waist as he (Ritchie) slowly moved the kisses down to Inmo's neck, sucking in hickies as his hands moved to grope at Inmo. They stopped for a moment, before going to the bedroom, where they kissed to their hearts content.

"Sir Ritchie, please-!" Inmo called out as Ritchie continued to grope and kiss him. It was getting tiring for the half-devil, to the point where he felt discomfort for just laying on the bed.

"It's fine, no one is here, and I get to have your pretty self all to myself." If it wasn't already obvious, Ritchie slurred some words and he still smelt of alcohol, how disgusting. Yet, why did Inmo find it so fun and mysterious to what Ritchie had in store? Only time will tell, after all, Inmo always had the thought of being caught doing something bad would be fun, or even doing this with someone and being caught was everything to him.

Ritchie stopped his kisses, sitting up as he took his cape off, a grin on his face as he hicupped a little before going back to undressing, at this point, Inmo shouldn't be surprised, yet here he was, staring wide eyed as he watched Ritchie's cock twitched, he felt himself get wet too. Ritchie didn't really think at all at what he was doing, jerking off as he watched Inmo take their pants off, or even have Inmo be above his face, Inmo's cunt was right there, just waiting for stimulation of any kind, and here Ritchie was, ready to give the stimulation it craved.

Inmo's cries were what filled the room, also the small sounds on slurping that came from Ritchie eating Inmo's clit like there was no tomorrow, and maybe there wasn't, not for Ritchie at least. Inmo held onto the headboard, his eyes closed as he cried for something else to stimulate him, something more. Yet, here was Ritchie, sucking on Inmo's cunt, his tongue thrusting in and out, he was loving every bit of this, every single thing, he felt himself slowly sober up, how surprising. Even after Inmo came, Ritchie still wanted to give Inmo the stimulation he craved.

The bed creaked as it kept hitting the wall. Inmo begged and moaned as Ritchie held no mercy for him, his dick going in and out, causing a little bump to show in Inmo's stomach. Inmo had came multiple times tonight, so has Ritchie, yet, Ritchie still wanted more. He had no idea if it was because Inmo started to smell different, or because he was slightly drunk still, no one knows. Inmo hadn't even noticed that his scent differed into something more intimate, aphrodisiac smell, a smell that Inmo sometimes hated, but loved for the time being.

Ritchie yelled out a word of profanity, before slumping over, tired and somewhat sober now. Inmo huffed as he tries to catch his breath, he never felt so full, yet here he is, cunt full of cum that was dripping out, disgusting if you asked the half-devil.

"That was amazing."
"It really was, wasn't it, Sir Ritchie?"

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