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Chase Collins | TGIF (1)

Chase Collins

The bed was squeaking. Mattress moving. Lights flickering like damn Christmas lights on the 25th of December. It was flickering on and off just in time with every thrust of his pretty rough hips. Chase Collins was corrupting you in a very sinful way that could make angels shake their heads from their disappointment.

You've prayed to the heavens to guide you away from the latter. Not the opposite of what was happening as of the moment. Yet, there was no regret to your lascivious actions.

Despite of giving in to the witch, it was worth it.

"C-Chase, ugh!"

Every push was making you utter the most lewd moans, making you grab onto the bed sheets as hard as you can as he was taking you from behind. Your sweet juices was leaking on either side of your inner legs, dripping so sweetly.

He promised to eat you after he could have his fantasy on taking you on all fours. You knew he was skillful when it came to his mouth. Even better whenever he wasn't shameful enough not to be vocal and actually moan out all those ooh's and aah's that come out of him whenever you squeeze around him when you're on the verge of coming.

You could feel the upcoming blasts coming from behind your eyes and Chase could feel it too. The lights began to flicker on and off again and you knew why.

As you began to lift your head off the bed, never forgetting to utter out a very obscene moan. From the mirror, you've seen golden sparks glow around his eyes, bursting into an erotically sexy form of black that made your insides clench.

"Fuuuck," Chase groaned out his pleasure as he continued to propel his hips vigourously. Feeling his hard, thick girth pushing in and out of you in a hasty but deep manner. It was too good. You've welcomed the pleasure a little more than you do so as you fluttered your eyes closed, just feeling him corrupt you from behind.

A low, raspy growl was sent to you and his hand eventually wrapped around your neck, slightly giving it a squeeze to get your attention. But, it wasn't the type of squeeze that could get you coughing for air. "Look at me," his hot breath hit your ear. You helplessly moaned for the hundredth time, weakly grabbing onto his perfect fingers wrapped around your hips, letting it travel towards your aching breasts.

He obliged to your satisfaction and gave a rough squeeze. "Hnnnngg," Chase deeply moaned inside your ear. Snapping his hips as he was desperate to have his wonderful release. He couldn't help but flutter his eyes close for a second, loving the feeling of you around him. Yet, as you clenched around him, he snapped his eyes open wide and it was dangerously black.

His fingers then began to travel towards what was in between your legs. Those sweet, sweet juices that he ought to taste for the second time. Once he got a hold of you, fingers slipping in between your moist folds, you knew you were done with.

"Baby, look at me," Chase repeated, circling your precious little bud in a way which can make you mewl. Soft, wet lips were sucking a part on your neck that made you gush. You were choking in you own moans, and you fluttered your eyes open, seeing your Chase eyeing you from the mirror. His lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispered,

"How about I make you my wi-atch?" he grinned, all sinister and perverse. You knew he was a witch, and accepted him for being one. The fact that he does witchcraft and all those dark magic made him more hot than ever. Ipswitch was a bizarre place to live in and residents have been warning you about the town's tell-tales that witches were walking around town or even go to school with you. They age slower than most humans and Chase Collins was proof to their so-not-strange theories.

Chase is a witch after all.

Nonetheless, was he the only one?

Another thrust was all he took for his face to turn exquisitely erotic. Lips forming an 'O' that would make women nut in just one look of his face. He continued his sinful ministrations, his fingers searching for a hole that he would gladly taint with his supernatural fingers.

His fingers were now all dirty from your own juices. He kept on rubbing your nub in circles as he continued moaning on your ear like a sexually deprived animal as his eyes were pitch black. Chase Collins smirked one last time before inserting a finger inside your hole, making you verbally choke in your own whimpers..

"You're my filthy wiatch," he roughly snapped his hips, pushing deeply inside of you as the bed squeaked louder, hitting a spot inside of you that made you moan out loud. The thought of your house mate hearing you in the living room only excited you further.

"Only mine," Chase breathed in your ear. His finger curled inside of you, inserting another to give you more pleasure, stretching you out. Your bed post was hitting the wall every time he was snapping his hips.

The curtains to your room was suddenly pulled open just in time when four boys began exiting their vehicle, striding through the apartment and Chase inmediately knew they were there for you.

You were Caleb Danver's best friend after all and a very loyal friend to the Ipswitch boys.

But, you've decided to play deaf and blind for the people who were warning you about Chase.

Reid has heard your vulgar moans as he came walking down the corner where your room was. Lo and behold, there you were being fucked into Oblivion by the man he hated the most 'Chase Collins'.

Chase sucked a bite on your shoulder as he lowly chuckled and groaned. Reid was watching and so he was distracting you from the opened curtains as he freely corrupted you from behind, his malicious grin never fading.

"You're only mine and not theirs,"

TGIF means THIRTY GIFS so yeah, did y'all miss my lemons, thirsty tater tots?! I'mma post my old ones before posting my newly written lemons, alright? It's just two new ones, never fear, Bb's! DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT!