Fifty shades peed

Pete Wentz imagine

youre peacefully walking down the street on a saturday morning, walking back home from the market with your three bags of cornstarch and egg yolks when you see a homeless man sitting by the gucci store and you decide to give him some money, you feel bad. suddenly you smell a stench like never before, and then everything goes black.
you wake up in a very humid place, seems like a basement of some kind. next to you, you see someone. it's the homeless guy, he's snorting a line of cocaine from the ground. he's crying. you scoot over to him and pat his shoulder. 'hey, what's wrong:(' -you ask. 'i saw you in walking over to me to hand me some money, and then you fainted from my smell. it really hurt my feelings :((((' 'i'm so sorry' 'it's ok y/n :')) '

how do you know my name??' -you ask, perplexed. 'i took your wallet and credit card to buy myself some speed. thank you for that' 'it's ok'- you say putting your hand in his hair. it's stuck. you try to get it out of there, but it won't move. you look down and noticed,, he has a boner. you hear him slightly groan as you pull his greasy ass hair once again. just then you notice his elvish ears and messy stubble. it turns you on slightly. next thing you know, he presses his lips on yours lustfully, with a smirk on his face. he tastes like dead fish, but it's kinda hot. you decide to go along with it, kissing him passionately, your hand still amongst the the three strands of hair growing out of his receding hairline. he takes off your tommy hilfiger hoodie, leaving grey fingerprints on the white material.

he then takes off his acid washed jean jacket and black jeans and whips out something that kinda resembles an erect cock. once all your clothes are off he flips you over, both of you facing a mirror. he fucks you in the ass, not needing lube, he uses the grease from his hair. after about 30 seconds of that, he pisses in and all over you and cums right on top of your brown hair with blonde highlights, screaming:' MOIKEY!!!!!!!!!'
after he climbed off of you and laid beside you on the piss covered floor, your hand still in his hair. you could stay like that forever, partially because you can't move your arm. you rot together in that basement for the rest of your lives.

Credit: pisskinkpete