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😏🔞How to make bad practices better | Archie Andrews🔞😏

By: lovingdelusions

If one more person messed up the play, you were going to scream. It was a simple tactic, but they couldn’t get it right. Someone always went to the wrong side or tried to create their own moves, but it never worked out.

“That’s it!” Coach threw down his clipboard. “Hit the showers. You’re going home and if I don’t see a better result tomorrow, none of you are playing Friday.”

He glared at each of the starters before stomping off to lock the gates.

You huffed, glancing at each player before pushing your way to the showers. They cowered in fear and stayed out of your way. Everyone knew how important this game would be. This was your last game, and numerous talent scouts were coming to check you out. This had to be your best game or so be it, you’d make sure every single player would be miserable for the rest of their high school career.

You slammed your locker shut and grabbed your towel, heading to the showers. Most everyone had already left since they knew you were pissed. Getting in your way when you were angry was a terrible idea.

Cold showers always made you feel better. You turned the knob and a fresh jet of water hit your back. You imagined a sizzling sound could be heard.

“That was a tough ass practice,” a voice mused from behind you. You chuckled as an arm wrapped around your chest and a sweaty and tired Archie pressed his face into the space between your shoulder blades.

“Hey, love,” you whispered, kissing his free palm. You two stood in the cold shower, loving every moment of each other’s company until Archie’s hand snaked further down.

You let out a lengthy groan as Archie tugged on your length. “So good for me baby.”

Archie practically melted under your words, purring against you.

“Come here,” you said. You turned and brought his head up to meet your gaze. “Are you going to be a good boy and suck my cock for me?”

The ginger nodded frantically and crouched down so he was level with your dripping shaft. He was such a good slut for your cock.

Archie stuck his tongue out and tasted the tip, shuddering when the salty taste hit his tongue. He would love every second of what happened next.

Archie pulled back and looked expectantly at you. You stroked the side of his face with your hand and marveled at his beauty as he leaned into your touch.

You led your length to his red lips that were just waiting to be filled and sighed as he started to bob his head. Archie flicked his tongue over your tip while taking you deeper until you hit his throat. If you could create an art show based on your boyfriend, you’d let the world marvel at his beauty.

Peeking at you through his eyelashes, Archie swirled his tongue and watched as you moaned. He pulled back and you watched as each inch slid out of his mouth. Suddenly, Archie sunk back down on your cock, making small choking and moaning noises.

You hissed as he repeated the process, teasing you. Your beloved ginger sucked you off until you finished in his mouth.

He swallowed each rope of cum stood until he leaned his forehead against yours and pressed his lips to yours. The taste of your cum still lingered on his tongue but it made you hard nonetheless.

You growled and yanked Archie back by his hair, secretly loving it when he moaned and his back arched. He was trying to leave a mark on your jaw so everyone could see it and wonder who was good enough to get into your pants.

“What’d I say about leaving marks, baby?” You purred viciously. Archie mewled. “What was that?”

“You said not to leave them where people could see them,” he breathed.

“And why did I say that?” Your grip on his throat tightened. He loved the way he had to struggle for air, and he loved how we could trust you enough to do it.

“So the talent scouts won’t think you’re unprofessional.”

“Good boy,” you praised. “Now, how do you want to me fuck you?”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.” You grabbed his hip and pulled him so your cocks were touching. Keeping one hand on his throat, you gathered the pre-cum off his tip and held it to his lips.

He took your finger in his mouth, savoring the taste of himself. Archie made sure you could feel every movement of his tongue, swirling and twisting his tongue around your hand. You were tempted to bring him to his knees once more, but he deserved to be pleasured.

You lifted his leg so it was wrapped around your waist and slammed into him. Archie let out a guttural moan, rolling his hips. You flicked your tongue over a spot on his neck and ravished that spot as you established a steady rhythm.

“Oh, fuck,” Archie said softly. You smiled against his neck and thrust your hips harder, feeling shudders rack against your body.

You took Archie’s neglected cock and began to tease him, slowly moving your hand. “More,” he whimpered.

Quickly, you sped up your movements from both your hand and your hips. You could tell your sweetheart wouldn’t last much longer and kept fucking him after his cum splashed onto his abs.

All the moans he’d been holding in spilled out, one after the other, every time you moved. If you could, you’d have Archie writhing underneath you forever, and your cock would never leave his ass or mouth.

“Want my cum?” You purred. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he became overstimulated. You knew he loved the feeling of being used to the point of exhaustion.

After a few stuttering thrusts, you spilled into him. Archie fell limp against your body.

You pressed a soft kiss to his hair and started to clean the two of you when Archie said, “No, want you to eat me out.”

Your mouth watered. It wasn’t often that your boyfriend could last long enough for you to taste him.

You laid him on a bench, face down. He buried his face into a towel as you began pressing kisses on his thighs, sucking along. Archie sighed contently and raised his hips a bit.

You placed a kiss on each one of his cheeks before sucking around his hole. His hole clenched on air, needing to be filled with something.

You began to devour his hole, twisting your tongue in and out of him, eating your own cum. You spread his cheeks further apart so you could reach your tongue deeper. All of Archie’s moans and groans made your dick harder than it had been.

As you ate him out, you massaged your boyfriend’s hips. He relaxed under your touch and began to rock back and forth.

You flattened your tongue against his prostate and watched as he melted. You ate him out until every last drop of your cum was gone.

When you moved away from his ass, Archie whined at the loss and laid his head on his arms. He couldn’t move.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get dressed and go home.” You took your time redressing Archie in fresh clothes, savoring how vulnerable and beautiful he looked.

“Night,” Archie mumbled as you laid him in your car.

“Night,” you mused, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.