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"Ah...oh...oh my god...please..." Kankri mutters, his legs spread wide on the couch. You're currently on your knees before him, lapping up his nook juices.
His bulge wriggles against your face, leaving smears of his red genetic material on you. You and him are both absolutely, undeniably hammered. Can you really be blamed? It's not like you meant to. How could you have known Cronus spiked everything he brought with alcohol! He says it's so maybe he'll get lucky tonight, but let's be real. Nobody, not even a drunken person unable to tell an apple from a banana, would want Cronus.
"Ah..! Aha~! More! Go deeper~!!" Kankri whines, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up to lick him better.
You hum and comply, shoving your tongue inside his flavorful nook. You wiggle it around inside him, earning more of Kankri's sweet, unfiltered moans. All of his shame and hesitance thrown out the window due to his inebriation.
You reach up and gently push his bulge off your face, opting to instead jerk it off. Kankri lets out a loud, whiny moan. He grips the couch cushions, rapidly approaching his orgasm.
Your tongue never stops pumping inside him, letting his sweet sweet nectar trickle down your tongue and into your mouth. His taste is slightly bitter and a little salty. Something about how natural it tastes combined with the lingering taste of the sweet punch you had not even a few minutes ago makes him taste heavenly.
Your little Ratatouille moment is interrupted by Kankri's rapid panting and ever growing loudness. His thighs wrap around your head, trapping you in place. His grip on you is strong. Your head might explode if he’s not too careful! He grips your hair, tugging on it roughly as he lets out one last, girlish moan before your mouth is being delivered a special serving of Kankri's nook juice. Also, jerking his bulge off? Bad idea. His genetic material starts spraying out like a hose. You whine, trying to get his bulge away from your face so you don't get blasted by more troll cum. He cums all over his stomach, his already bright red sweater gaining a new layer of candy red.
You slurp up the rest of his juice and look up at him, taking in his current expression; his head is thrown back, his chest rapidly falling and rising, and his cheeks bright red from the sexual pleasure and alcohol. His mouth is agape as he pants heavily.
"Oh my god...I'm so dirty..." He mutters to himself. You moan, pausing your ministrations to grab his thighs.
"Mmph...You know you love this, Kannnyyyy..." You grin up at him lewdly, red dripping from your lips to your chin, making it look like you were eating a watermelon without the use of your hands. You kiss his nook lips, giving them a playful lick before weakly pushing his legs off you and standing up.
"Why... Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong? Did I taste bad? Oh gog, I knew I shouldn't have put my legs around you like that--"
"Shut up."
He huffs as you shove him down onto the couch, some of the other party goers looking over from Kankri's previous loudness. Some people are surprised, some don't care at all.
You chuckle softly, the smell of alcohol apparent on your breath as you pull your underwear off, throwing it off to god knows where. You start grinding against his bulge, the two of you moaning in response to the stimulation. You whimper and grab his face, staring deeply into his eyes.
“You look reeeeally cute right now,” you say softly, slurring your words.
Kankri bites his lip, letting out a shaky breath as he leans in close. “Please…just…mmh…do something to me.”
”Oh, I will.”
He hums as you sit up and lift one of his legs, putting his foot on your shoulder. You press your warm pussy against his nook, your slick combining with his genetic material. You hiccup before starting to roll your hips up against his. The movement causes the both of you to gasp in unison, Kankri mewling beneath you as you start tribbing.
A few of the other guests start to watch intently. Some out of pure shock, others are getting off, and a few are recording shamelessly, flash on and everything.
Kankri notices but doesn’t care too much. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, his hips moving up to match your rhythm. You groan softly, changing the angle slightly to press your clit against him.
He’s so sensitive from his previous orgasm happening very recently, and also due to the fact that he’s never had sex before. Tonight is the first night he’s ever been touched by another person before and he’s absolutely loving it. Maybe the fact that he’s drunk plays a part of the pleasure, but also just being touched feels amazing for everyone.
Kankri suddenly moans and grabs onto your arms, throwing his head back again as he cums. His bulge sprays genetic fluid on your stomach and his own. You would go easy on him, maybe give him a second to recover, but you wanna cum, too. You bite your lip and go faster, Kankri’s pathetic and desperate moans turn into screams of pleasure as you self indulgently press yourself harder against him. You grip his shoulders, staring right at him as you feel your orgasm coming close. You slow down for a moment, wanting to savor the moment.
“Oh, god…Don’t tease me…Don’t stop…” he whispers, weakly moving his hips up to try and continue.
“I wasn’t gonna…!” You furrow your brows and speed up again. Kankri chokes out a moan, reaching up to scratch your arms. His sharp nails dig into your skin, leaving marks on you. You reach down and grip his neck, squeezing as you finally peak, pleasure washing over your body. Kankri whines and gasps for air, secretly enjoying the feeling. Actually, it’s not really a secret. He enjoys the feeling so much, he cums with you for a third time. The two of you slow down, stopping once you’ve come down from your orgasms.
You pant and release Kankri’s throat, looking down at him. He stares right back at you, his breathing shaky and labored.
“Oh…my god.” He closes his eyes, grabbing your hand and pulling you down beside him. He doesn’t exactly know what to say after that, but he knows he needs rest.
You grin and kiss his cheek sloppily, curling up against him on the couch. Your arm lazily wraps around his waist, letting any passerby’s know that the two of you are off limits for the night.
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da next day
“wadafak who spread my nudes” rwsder says
“jit was me” cronus replise
“no cronus why woukd oyu do thsi “
“nobidy loves me”
“die” reader stabshim to death
(that sucked i know im sorry don’t boil my skin hahaaaaaa……….)