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This is because my bestie Karen made me write it. It's pure smut, no story. Don't read if you're anyone else cuz that's embarrassinggg >~<

He's going to be here in five minutes. I have my strap-on set up perfectly. My parents are away on a vacation and the babysitter took my younger brother to Chuck E Cheese, meaning that John and I have the house all to ourselves for at least three hours. Not enough time. With all the things I want to do to him, it'll take months of private time. Maybe years.

Then I heard the doorbell ring. I ran out of my room and down the stairs, opening the door for him. He had a white robe covering his tanned skin, a robe I want to tear off. His dark brown, almost black hair was fluffy and messy, sprawled atop his head. He smiled as soon as he saw me, a smile in which I returned.

There was a white bandage over his cheek, covering what is assumed to be a scratch. I walked up the stairs with him following. "Looks like you've gone and gotten into another fight. You're just begging to get bound." I could sense the grin from here.

We made it to my room and I closed and locked the door. I pushed him against the wall and smashed my lips against his. He knew the drill and allowed my tongue entrance into his mouth, where I let it swirl throughout the all-too familiar cave of wonders.

(I hate you Karen, this is so cringe, I hate reading my own work.)

I ripped the robe off of him, and he unzipped my bra. It conveniently had a zipper in the front, and I let it fall off of my arms. We let ourselves get into nothing, well, except for my strap-on. I snaked my arm around his waist and kissed him some more until our saliva became one. Then I threw him onto the bed and went into one of my drawers which had a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, the fuzz being black.

I went to him and handcuffed his hands behind his back before kissing his neck. I trailed my lips down to his ding-dong (I hate dirty words) and let my tongue drag against his shaft. I wrapped my lips around his wee-wee and very slowly started to bring my head down, making him whine. He tried to buck his hips but I held them down.

After I felt like he had enough torture, I went faster. I heard him moan from above and wished that I could see his face, but the sounds of pleasure had to do for now. Precum leaked out, which is when I knew that he had been given enough pleasure. He wasn't allowed to bring forth thine unholy juices yet, not until I've had my way with him (I speak Shakespearean when I feel like the words are cringe).

I pulled off which made him whine in protest, then turned him so his face was to the mattress and his Gluteus Maximus was in the air. I went over to the same drawer I got the handcuffs from and got some lube, then put some on my fingers and slid one inside of his buttocks hole. Sounds emitted from his vowels as I moved it around, and once I felt like he could take it then I added another and started to scissor him, stretching out his arsewhole so that the large sex toy attached to me could fit inside.

I did this until for a little until I felt that it was loose enough to the point where the toy could fit. I turned him back to face me and had his legs drape onto my shoulders. I aligned the strap-on with the hole that comes from his rump and thrusted in slowly, hearing him squeal and watching him clutch the bedsheets. I went slow at first but increased speed as time passed, thrusting faster and harder each time. By this point, tears were streaming down his face and drool came from his mouth. It was hot. "John, that's hot." I said monotonously as I fucked him hard.

He moaned in response. I could hear his voice jump when I hit a certain spot, and he started to angle himself to continuously hit it as I thrusted, making me come to the conclusion that I'd hit his prostate. He got louder when I started deliberately hitting it. I brought my hand over to his dingaling and gave him a hand job while pounding him, and soon after he came. The face he made at his climax was hot. He always looks so cute as thine unholy liquids pour from out of his body. He was breathing heavily, and I was completely fine afterward. The end. You're welcome Karen.