Paperjam woke up, sweaty and nearly naked. All he wore was his pink underwear and his black and pink stockings.
The morning light shined on the sweaty bed, nearly all of the sheets were thrown off for the two to do what they did.
PJ sat up, looking around. He took a while to remember what happened the night before. The soreness of bites and hickeys all over his body along with the pain in his stomach from coming is much and his ass. God, his ass hurt so much, he couldn't describe the pain.
Fresh groaned. "Why are you moving so much?"
PJ yelped, surprised. He then remembered the painful night Fresh put him through.
PJ got off of Fresh, his face a bright pink. Fresh leaned on his elbow as he opened his eyes, looking at PJ. His main heat source had just left, so he had to wake up.
"Dude, calm down." Fresh had his boxers on, but PJ was still pretty freaked to see him nearly naked.
"What did you do to me?!" He yelled, the soreness making him want to cry.
"What?" Fresh suddenly began laughing. "Oh, you were a virgin before I came along! Ha! Never had sex before, huh?"
"You've never had sex before, either! I can tell! Otherwise, you would've been able to know to use fucking lube with your big cock!" PJ blushed at saying that.
"Oh, now you've stopped calling me 'Little Cock', huh?~" Fresh sneered.
PJ growled at him. His legs felt like jelly, but he refused to fall in front of Fresh.
"Here." Fresh picked him up bridal style. PJ yelped, blushing even brighter.
"P-put me down!"
"Nah, you'll collapse on the floor." Fresh chuckled.
"Put me down!" PJ scratched at Fresh, but he just took the hits. They were just scratches.
Fresh pulled him close, kissing Paperjam deeply.
PJ kissed back the best way he could, though his mouth was completely dominated by Fresh. Soft voices came from PJ as Fresh sucked on his mouth, kissing him deeply.
Fresh released PJ, letting the smaller breath.
"Are you going to stop fighting me?" Fresh stared PJ in the eye. PJ blushed, staring back. Fresh's eyes were beautiful.
"N-no, Master." PJ blushed, not thinking about what he's saying.
"Do you want another round?~" Fresh smirked, leaning in closer to PJ.
"N-no, p-please put me d-down..." PJ mumbled, hiding some of his face with his hands.
"So cute~" Fresh cooed. "Should I get you some breakfast?"
"N-no..." PJ didn't want to struggle, but he wanted to be put down. He hugged Fresh's neck, pulling him close. "P-please don't drop m-me..."
"Drop you?~" Fresh had a malicious smirk on his face.
"W-why are y-you— AHHH!" PJ screamed as Frehs almost dropped him, but he clung to him tightly.
"Haha! You're so cute when you're scared," Fresh laughed out, finally putting some support on PJ's body. He thought it was so funny, until he noticed PJ crying. "Hey, are you alright?"
"P-put me down!" PJ tried not to burst out into tears.
Fresh out PJ on his bed. He got his undershirt, throwing it on and leaving Paperjam alone on the bed.

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The Lord of the Library
Fanfiction(Sequel to The King of High School) Paperjam is the son of Error, the gym coach, and Ink, the art teacher, brother of Gradient, the artsy tech nerd of the school, and Palette, the smartest guy on the basketball team. The strongest nerd in the school...