<if you don't know who Nevel Papperman is then first of all, YA lyin, second of all, you're a hobbnocker, and finally, you will rue the day you were born.>
"Oh Nevel!" You screamed gripping the bedsheets. "Faster!"
"You like that (y/n)?? You like that creamed corn???"
"YES!" You screamed. Now you were frustrated. "MORE."
Nevel smirked and inserted another spoonful of creamed corn in your mouth. "It's a family recipe." He said stirring up the corn with the spoon. "Last bite."
You opened your mouth wide and took his creamed corn in your mouth. "OH FUCK NEVEL!" you screamed.
"Shhhh." he put his finger over your mouth. "Do I please you?"
"Again, Nevel. Again." you were still trying to catch your breath.
"Ooh feisty." Nevel said, standing up and patting down his coat.
"W-where you going?" you got up and crawled over to him. You gripped the ends of his jacket. "I need your corn." you said in a low demanding voice.
Nevel smiled and shook his head. "It seems we are all out of creamed corn." he said, undoing his belt. "Be right back." he winked and walked to the bathroom.
He came out two minutes later with a red robe.
"Oh is that satin?" you asked rubbing the pillow.
"No, it's silk." he bit his lip and slowly walked to you. You sat up on the edge of the bed and Nevel stood right over you. "Since we can't have corn.. I know something else we can have." he licked his lips and dropped his robe. "You like it?"
"It's so big!" you said in amazement.
"It's imported from Ireland." he winked and brushed it with his thumb.
"I didn't know they made them that big in Ireland."
"You want it?" he asked breathing heavy.
"Of course I want it!" you laid back and he shoved his big, juicy, moist, imported, green, pickled pepper into your mouth.
He exhaled deeply. "How's the taste?"
All you could do was moan. You bobbed your head up and down until you bit down on it. You chewed and swallowed but you were getting full from the prior creamed corn.
"I can't finish it." You said trying to push him away.
"You have to! you're almost there. do it for me!" Nevel said and shoved it deeper into your mouth. You gagged but continued to chew and swallow. "Yes! YES!" He screamed. "ALMOST THERE I CAN FEEL IT."
You finished the pickle and collapsed on the bed.
"Nevel?" you said panting.
"Yes?"
"You will rue this day."
"I shan't." he said and got up and left. the end.
WHAT AM I DOING WTH MY LIFE HOLY SHIT stay in school don't do drugs JDKSKJEHSNAKLFOPORBBE
Ps creamed corn tastes like ass.
