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ik pc was wearing legwarmers in the other drawings just ignore it i got lazy

Have you met Sydney yet in DoL? If so, have you considered that, just like how the player can transformer, corrupting Sydney could transform him into something (probably a demon or something)? If so... Newly transformed, corrupted Sydney having too much build up and desire, taking it out on the player who keeps teasing him. They thought they had the control, but Sydney has all the power here and he likes it. Especially because he gets to use it on them.

This was from a while ago, but yes. I very much like Sydney. More so the corrupted version. 

M!Demon Sydney GN- Reader NSFW

The First Steps of Transforming

His transformation was slow and hard to notice. His horns sent fearful and excited shivers up his spine. Such an exciting change you evoked in him. He hid them away in fear at first, not wanting to face it at first, and hoped it was just passing. Although something deep down in his gut was excited to see what comes next and hoped it kept going.

His tail grows much quicker than his horns, appearing overnight and is the same color as his horns. The thing had a mind of its own. He’d tried to hide it and, when together with you, it would try to snake around your thigh or push up your shirt. But he was so happy when he realized that as soon as he realized it, he was able to hide it before you could even turn to look.

And when his wings finally sprouted after some time of terrible itching and burning, that drove him nuts. As soon as he saw those wings in the mirror that morning, with the first flapping of his wings and feeling the membrane of his wings stretch, he got so excited as tons of lewd ideas and fantasies flooded into his head, all centering you.

But when he tried to pick up his pendant out of habit and burned his fingers like hot glass on his fingers, the gravity of his situation finally hit him. You and your influence had corrupted him, and he was so excited.

Life as a Fledgling Demon and Damned Teasing

It was surprising how quickly he took to the transformation. He was able to hide his demonic features well, and while he had an insatiable lust for seeing you in so many lewd scenarios and need for sexual contact, he was able to control himself just as he did before getting this deep. He was extremely hesitant to show you what he had become, and with his new monstrous features, he was scared you’d reject him.

He held himself back as much as he could and would only act slightly on them if you indicated any encounter. Even then, he was struggling to not let any of his demonic features show or fall prey to his more depraved instincts and act strange.

But you made it so damn hard to hold back. All your dirty words in his ear. He could smell you so much more now, and with you being so close, it made it so much worse. Did you always smell so good?

Asking for sneak peeks in the library, and even groping him on outings, you’re making it so hard to hold back. You're teasing him so much and it’s boiling something in his gut and the fantasies only drive him wild. He feels like all the frustration is making him feral; he can barely focus on anything anymore.

He wants to hold you up to get a book, only to rip your underwear with his teeth and suck on your sex, his hands are groping your ass as you sit on his shoulders and he lavishes you with his hot and skilled tongue and mouth. Openly have you riding his dick as he lounges in the chair and exchanging books for the other students, maybe on your knees in the canteen while he’s reading over book logs and letting you worship his cock, maybe even warming it? All of these popped up in his mind every day, and when you asked to see more one day, you were really testing his patience that day.

New Tricks

It was the one time you snuck into his changing room. He had left it open, but seeing you walk in on him with a playful smirk, Seeing the mischievous smile and the look of lust on your face, in tight quarters with just you and him, after teasing him the whole way here? He suddenly grabs you and pushes you against the wall, breathing heavily in your ears. You see him in his true form, wings, horns, and tail proudly stretched as he stares down at you.

He doesn’t wait for a reaction as he rips your clothes while telling you he’s had enough of the teasing and now it's his turn. The whole time he’s playing with your thigh, trailing up the inner meat of your thighs and kissing and licking just below your bellybutton with a huge grin. "Look at what you did to me. Look at how sinful I've been because of you. Now it’s my turn. Time to reap what you sow, my beloved. "

He makes you cum over and over as he dines on your desires. Fucking you against the mirror, calling you naughty for sneaking in on him but complaining that it took too long. By the end of it, his cum is pouring out of you and he’s glowing and grinning ear to ear.

At school, now that you know his secret, he lets his tail do whatever it wants as you two spend time with each other, slipping into your clothes and teasing your entrance as he helps check out books, giving a spank with it if you're not quiet and let out a noise. and allow his hands to tease you even more. Almost every time he meets up with you his hands end up grabbing your ass or showing off his body, pulling up his shirt and tugging down his trousers so you get a good look at him before he cuts you off before you just as it starts getting good.

If you want him to touch you more, you have to work for it now. Show him how much you want him. But since he loves you, he’ll take whatever you give him. He's happy with a simple please but if you beg for it cutely, he’ll let you cum an extra time.

But now that he’s like this, you better not try to tease him again. He’s shown you what he can do and you better be good or you’ll be trapped under him and toyed with as revenge for all the teasing. It's like holding a steak in front of a starving wolf boy and not expecting to get nipped.

Asking Them to Take Your Virginity

Characters: Cater, Trey, Leona, Vil, Trey, Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Rollo

Genre: smut, fluff, crack

MINORS DNI

the other day, i dm-ed purity guy to ask abt some silly questions regarding sydney, so i thought i might share with yall!

SYDNEY QNA WITH PURI

Umm, same anon here, the Killian posting I saw is the one where he measures your mouth with his hands.

So... not sparing the innocent?

The unhinged question is does he measure how tight you are (down there) with his hands or his dick?

yes and yes, in that order.

to be 100% real when i drew that originally all i had in mind was some horny Killian action LOL but I do like the idea that he's measuring your mouth. It would be incredibly in-character for him to be meticulous like that, counting the number of teeth, pressing on your tongue and memorizing every ridge in your palate. And when he's finished with his hands - having a vague idea of the distance from mouth to throat - its only logical to test it out with other "apparatuses", right? to see how badly he could push the limits of your gag reflex?

I also get the sense that he just likes using his fingers. he knows he's good with his hands and intends make the most of that. And he is interested in much more than just your mouth.

Try to fend him off before he gets too acquainted with his 'research', before he can remember all of your weak spots by heart. Or else he's going to find every chance he can get to stuff his digits into your warmth - beneath the covers as you drift off into a deep sleep, under the table as you talk to the other elves, behind the lecturn while he gives out his droning sermons. It's like some sort of passive stimulation to him, have you tied up so he could busy his left hand buried inside you while casually signing documents with his right. His own pleasure does not even matter to him sometimes; he just likes the fact that his hands are all he needs to make you come undone. Other times, however, the fingers are only a precursor to what he really has in mind. And you best believe he is going to be just as meticulous as he is with his hands.

Valid 3AM thought, answer your son Jing Yuan

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THE WAY U DRAW MAKES ME CREAM! also i think i could 100% brat tame bully sydney. i need that man under me

Thank you!!!

I should post more WIPS often… I’ll always remember a post I saw long ago: wips get more notes than the finished pieces because people enjoy seeing the process vs only the finished product,,,

And yeahjhhhhhh about that. You’d probably need to drug him first LMAOOO… his love would have to be high in order for you to even straddle him under your own power. Bully Syd might make you ride him while your hands/arms are tied or smth, then flip you over and pound you into oblivion when you can’t keep up, saying you’re a pathetic whore who can’t even keep up with your own lustful urges

Idk if any of you have ever… yknow, *ridden* anyone but…….. from first hand experience, it’s a LOT of work ajshshhd

Ok so after tumblr flagged my poor art 3 times even after tagging it mature this is my last resort… for anyone who might’ve missed I’ll post the original bio here too

Ok I don’t usually draw the same character back to back with my goodnight drawings but yesterday’s pc crash kinda messed up the schedule. I’ll also be going to a wedding tomorrow so probably won’t be too active so chew on this while I’m away

Here is the uncensored version

Last night I finally played this masterpiece 👌👌

How would Mr. Critch, Mr. Murphy, Evan, and Carter react to Y/n getting sick?

(love your boarding school btw❤️)

(also I'm sick with a cold😫)

ARGHAHAHAHGG7RURH I LOVE SICK FICS!

Mr. Critch: He'd be extremely cross with you, what nerve of you to skip his class, is it because you think your special, being the head masters kid? He pulls Harrison aside, and demands the boy tell him why you aren't present. When Harrison explains, he scolds him harshly for not having you 'quarantined'. He quickly moves you to the nurses ward, wanting you to be away from contaminating others and full focused on making up the work you are missing. Still, he's oddly doting. He makes sure you're eating healthy, checking your fever and assuring you stay alongside him. He wants you obedient. He knows what's best, just let him treat you. He'll keep track of all your medicines, and the moment you're better he promises you can go back to your room with Harrison. He enjoys this quiet time with you, and a part of him, the one who reads to you while you try and sleep, wishes to imagine this moment as domestic.

"The fever should be breaking soon, it's okay." He dabs at your forehead. "I'll find a way to get you cleaned up after. I promise." He assures.

Carter: Much like Mr. Critch, he's strict about what you can do. As class president, it's his duty to prevent an outbreak. He'll bring you to the nurses office, and ensure you keep up with your studies. He's more condescending, constantly reminding you of how kind he's being, taking time out of his day to care for you when he could be working. You should be able to care for yourself, he'd say, but when you'd send him away, he'd refuse to go. He takes a little extra time 'diagnosing' you, it would help him for biology class, he claimed. He'd run his hands over your neck and shoulders, touching your chest and working his way down. He'd gently feel your head for fever.

"What?" He scoffs, looking at you with annoyance. "The nurse is far too busy to give you the treatment you need, I'm making sure you aren't worsening. Lift your shirt a bit, let's just continue the exam."

Evan: He's pissed. He just got out of a great fucking game, and you weren't even in the crowd, not even for Harrison. His cock was aching, he'd planned to drag you to the after party and get his dick into you, but you didn't show. He'll practically kick down your door, and he's quick about it once he realizes you're sick. He doesn't want Harrison being a bitch and trying to keep you in his room. He gets you to his dorm, gives you some cough syrup and an edible he snagged from Pez, to keep you mellow. If he can't fuck you, he's at least going to keep you around. You're still got, even with a red face and stuffy nose. He won't exactly be doting, you'd have to ask two or three times before he'd get you anything but water, but he does like the feeling of control he's got over you. He'd put on a movie and keep you on his lap, assuring you he's not gonna get sick. Let him kiss you while your sleepy, let him grope you while he changes you from your uniform to one of his oversized jerseys. And most importantly, he expects you to care for him when he gets sick from swapping spit with you.

"God, you're burning up. Good thing I brought you in here, huh? Wouldn't want that shit head roommate leaving you to suffer alone in your room when you got a big strong stud here to look after your sick ass." He groans, adjusting you so your head lays across his chest.

Mr. Murphy: Absolute caring bear man, you're immediately moved to wherever you feel safest, preferably his apartment at the school, but the nurses office or your own dorm works. If you choose his apartment, he'll be thrilled at spending the time with you, even though seeing you as a sick little thing makes his chest ache. He'd stand over the stove for hours, digging through old recipe cards from his mom. He's usually more of a meat and potatoes guy, but he'll try his mommas soup and roll recipes, just for you. He makes sure you take your medicine, but nothing you don't want to take. He refuses to let you think about your school work, and insists he'll excuse you and talk to Critch (he thinks that guy has a major stick up his ass). He's got the coziest place by far, thick quilts and a cozy plaid couch.

"Easy, kid, easy." You're desperate to chug down the soup, but he's pacing you. "If you do throw up cause of this bug you've got, that's fine, but I'd rather my cooking not be the cause. You've got all the time in the world to eat it, and I'll always make more if you want." He takes a spoonful from his bowl. "Don't make me feed ya now." He teases.

Wholesome playtime with Ciaran and some newly bought toys

Smol Ciaran as censorship

TUMBLR MOBILE WILL NOT STOP ME FROM POSTING BOTTOM WHITNEY GETTING ######!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAHA ME WHEN I LET OUT MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT BOTTOM WHITNEY

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

... anyways ...

i headcanon whitney as the stupid mf that probably likes seeing pc smiling kyaa~

ok thats all for now, i hit the image limit again on mobile sobs,,,

Where do you think you are going?

HUH-!?

ARE YOU THE FUCKING WRAITH!? Or that one bitch I can't remember the name of 😭 Auriga I think it was?

Anyways new Sydney Nightmare content.

Oh yeah, Also two versions of Sydney fighting and having to make a choice which one you are to pick. Pure! Sydney or Corrupt! Sydney

I forgot to take more screen shots after this point cause honestly the I'm loving the whole scene and I'm now frothing at the mouth for more 😔

whitney stuffs i did during lectures

hey look, i'm drawing slut

Insecurity: Looks.

Heavily based on QnA where Vrel said they tell themselves they're good-looking every day but they don't really believe it.

※ Reupload to any other platform is prohibited. No AI usage in any way. I don't allow my work to be used without my permission.

A visit from Micah

Now introducing…

The Pound

A small funny-ha-ha I’ve started with @dollya-robinprotector , @hakusins , and now @fraternum-momentum. I, Aphrodite, your beloved Pound Owner, have brought all of these wonderful pups in from the streets and they are ALL up for adoption. I always take in more dogs, there are so many lost little souls looking for a home out there… We even have a small breeding program here—maybe you want a specific puppy bred from our dogs instead. No worries!

So much more to come from this~

Shit you know what I’d love? If Whitney’s parents forced him to bring you over so they can meet you after his friends trash him about having a s/o and then when they make you stay the night bc of a storm you get horny and decide to suck him off/ride him till he wakes up

This ask has plagued me from the moment I saw it. I legit stopped writing something else to start writing it. I am not exaggerating when I say that I have woken up from sleep with ideas for how to write this.

That being said, I….may have gone overboard. Like, three thousand odd words overboard. It doesn't help that at some point I slipped into writing angst and had to cut it out 😖

(DoL relationships, somno, dubcon[? Cause Whitney doesn’t give explicit permission to ride him in his sleep but he def likes it so], some sub Whitney, some soft Whitney)

You're not surprised when Whitney shoves you against the lockers. You'd be more surprised if he didn't. Nearly every day your boyfriend would do something to screw with you, besides actually screwing you. This week's flavor of harassment seems to be public make outs that would end with Whitney grinding against you before vanishing around a corner, leaving you frustrated and unsatisfied.

This time starts no different.

Whitney holds your hands in one of his own, pinning them above you. He grabs your hip with his other hand, digging his fingers into you and making you squirm in discomfort.

"Whitney-" you barely manage to say his name before his tongue is invading your mouth.

Whitney inserts one of his legs between yours, bringing his knee up to grind into your groin. You moan into Whitney’s mouth. He pulls back, smirking, and lets his knee drop.

"You're coming home with me."

"What?" you must have misheard him.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Whitney says, “You’re going to come home with me. Right now. C’mon.”

Whitney keeps hold of one of your hands as he starts to walk down that hall, dragging you behind him.

When you exit the school, a cheer goes up by the front gate. It’s Whitney’s friends.

“Fucking cunts,” Whitney mutters, walking towards the gates.

“Taking the slut home?” a slim girl teases when Whitney is within earshot.

“Piss off,” Whitney replies, pushing past his friends, “this is your fucking fault.”

“Have fun!” a lanky boy yells after you, causing some laughter among the group as Whitney flips them off.

“What's going on?” you ask as Whitney starts to head to Nightingale Street, continuing to drag you along behind him.

Whitney grumbles something under his breath that you can't quite hear. You think you catch him say “knew what they were fucking doing” but you’re not sure. You don't press the issue, knowing it would be pointless to try to get Whitney to do something he didn’t want to.

Whitney stops when he reaches Wolf Street. He sighs, letting go of you and running a hand through his hair.

“My parents want to meet you,” he mutters.

You let out a laugh, “There’s no way I heard you right.”

Whitney turns to face you. While he looks angry, you can spot a light blush starting to spread across his face.

“Don’t push your luck, slut.”

“You talk to your parents about me?” you ask, genuinely surprised before giving Whitney a cheeky grin. “You must really like me! Were you asking for advice on how to profess your undying love?”

Whitney grabs your shoulders and yanks you to him. He brings his face level with yours; his intense gaze makes your stomach do a flip. “You’ll shut your fucking mouth,” he growls, his breath fanning across your face, “or I’ll fuck your throat so hard that my parents think you’re mute. Got it?”

You can only nod in agreement, temporarily losing the ability to speak from Whitney's threat, even as it sends a shot of lust through you. Whitney grins, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Good slut,” he says before looping an arm around your waist and steering you towards Danube Street.

Whitney stops in front of one of the mansions. It's a nice-looking place, if a bit sterile. The front garden is immaculate, to a disturbing degree, not a single thing out of place. It makes you feel uneasy. It’s as if you're looking at a picture on the front of a home care magazine, rather than a real-life, lived-in home.

Whitney pulls you through the front door. The front room is just as impersonal as the exterior had alluded. The floors gleam as if recently cleaned and a vaulted ceiling allows for a sparkling chandelier. You suddenly feel very self-conscious about your frayed school clothes.

"Home!" Whitney shouts, his voice echoing around the room.

"In here!" A voice calls out of a side room. Parlor? Is that what it would be called? Did Whitney have a parlor?

Whitney leads you through the door, and you feel yourself relax a little. The room is small, cozy. A fire burns away cheerfully in a simple fireplace, bracketed by a pair of plush sofas. Shelves line one of the walls, packed with well-worn books and dotted with picture frames. This room seems to hold all the personality that the last had lacked.

"I take it you are Whitney's partner?"

Your eyes snap to the voice's source, a woman sitting on one of the sofas. Whitney’s mother, you assume. She has his eyes. Or, rather, he has her eyes, bright and clear. A man sits next to her who, if logic follows, is Whitney’s father. They share a nose and jawline.

Whitney nudges you and you jump, pulled out of your observations.

"Y-yes!" You say, eyes flicking between Whitney’s parents. You're not sure what to say, what they already know about you.

His mother seems to sense your unease and gives you a soft, reassuring smile. She gestures to the other sofa. "Take a seat, sweetheart," she says. "Make yourself at home."

You take the offered seat, and Whitney joins you. He drapes his arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer to him.

Whitney's mother starts to ask you questions about yourself. You're never asked about your family, so you suppose they know you're an orphan. She also calls you by your name a few times, debunking the semi-joke theory you and Robin had developed that Whitney didn’t actually know your name.

All in all, the conversation is pleasant and you find yourself relaxing. Whitney remains quiet, though he started to play with your hair at some point. His ministrations serve to soothe you further and you barely notice the passage of time.

It’s not until a yawn overtakes you mid-sentence that you realize it’s approaching 10 pm. That's also when Whitney's mother offers to let you spend the night. Unbeknownst to you, a blizzard had swept in while chatting. She insists and, really, you can't turn her down.

Soon, you find yourself stumbling into a bedroom that's unmistakably Whitney’s. It's cluttered but not the trash heap you expected from him. A large, unmade bed being the feature that interests you the most.

"I don't have anything to sleep in," you say, eyeing the bed.

"Oh no," Whitney says with a smirk, "how terrible."

"I'm not sleeping naked," you say and Whitney laughs. "Give me some of your clothes to sleep in." Whitney stops laughing, his face going a bit pink. You decide you're better off not mentioning it and instead cross his room, wanting to have a look around.

“Your parents are nice," you say, stopping at his desk. An array of erotic magazines take up most of the desk space. Leafing through the stack, you’re starting to think that your boyfriend was being more than just a prick when he'd sneak up on you in the halls and slip a collar around your neck.

Horny bastard.

"Wait until you get to know them better," he mutters bitterly.

"Are you inviting me to come over more often?"

Whitney chucks a shirt at you, "Pushing your luck again, slut."

The shirt lands over your head and you're enveloped in the smell of clean laundry and Whitney’s cologne.

You pull off the shirt to find that Whitney has joined you at his desk.

"Getting ideas?" he asks, indicating the magazine in your hands. This one is about bondage, a model kneeling on a bed while bound in red rope on the cover.

“Dunno,” you say, tossing the magazine back onto his desk, “red’s not really your color. You’d look better with blue rope, I think.”

“Ha, ha,” he says dryly, but there’s a spark of humor in his eyes, “you're hilarious. Now, piss off. I'm tired."

You're surprised when Whitney shows you to a guest room, having assumed he would want you to sleep in the same bed as him. The guest room connects to Whitney's through a shared bathroom. It's just as eerily picture-perfect as the rest of the house. It's also far nicer than any place you've ever slept in.

Changing into the clothes Whitney gave you, you're not surprised that he's only given you one of his shirts. It just barely covers your ass, the hem brushing your thighs. You wonder briefly if Whitney didn’t take into account that you don’t wear underwear or if he just didn’t care.

You pause before deciding to lock the door leading to the hall. You're not sure if it’s considered 'rude' or not, but living in the orphanage has left you paranoid. Enough so to accept any consequences in the name of a bit of safety. You climb into the bed. It’s comfortable, sheets cool and clean, with two high-quality pillows. You should knock out in a couple of seconds into the most blissful sleep of your life.

You should, but you don't.

You do manage to drift off almost instantly, though your sleep is anything but blissful. Maybe it was looking at those magazines before going to sleep. Maybe it was the fact that you could still catch hints of Whitney’s cologne wafting off the shirt you had borrowed. Maybe it was the simple fact that you were horny. Whatever the reason, you’re plagued by dirty dreams. Several of them feature Whitney in one way or another.

You wake with a start, Whitney's name half-formed on your tongue, and groan. This has become an embarrassingly common occurrence for you, to wake up in the middle of the night with an ache between your legs and Whitney’s name on your lips.

Though, this is the first time you could demand help from the source of your problem.

You find it oddly endearing when the door from the bathroom to Whitney’s room turns with ease, left unlocked. When you enter his room, the first thing you do is to make sure his door into the hall is locked. It’s a weird feeling, worrying about people seeing you have sex with Whitney. He’s not exactly shy, but you assume he wouldn't want his parents walking in on him.

You hesitate for a moment, examining Whitney as he sleeps. This is maybe the most peaceful you've ever seen him. He looks so sweet, you almost feel bad that you're going to wake him.

You tug on his blanket and freeze, blood rushing to your face.

Oh, of course, Whitney sleeps naked. Of fucking course he does!

You shouldn’t find this surprising, but you do. Maybe you’re surprised by his nudity because Whitney had shown a hesitancy to completely strip during sex? You often had sex in public places, so you suppose that could be a factor. Maybe you were wrong about Whitney being shy.

You pull yourself out of your thoughts with a shake. Whitney’s possible insecurities were something to explore another day. It might be fun to tease Whitney about it later but, right now, you wanted to tease your boyfriend in a different way.

Moving slowly, you climb into bed with Whitney, laying down and resting your face on his thigh. Running a single finger over Whitney’s cock makes him shift in his sleep. You figure you should start slow; you don't want to wake him too soon, after all. You keep teasing his cock, giving Whitney soft, light touches, coxing him to an erection.

You shift positions, so you’re more on top of Whitney. Reaching down between your legs, you start giving yourself some attention. Simultaneously, you place a hand on Whitney’s hip and take him into your mouth. Whitney gasps above you, a hand coming down to rest on the back of your head. His grip is weak, but he still manages to curl his fingers into your hair.

You pull back a bit and Whitney whines, bucking his hips up. You have to push down against him to keep him from following your mouth. Keeping just the head of his dick inside, you give a harsh suck and Whitney moans.

The sound sends a shot of pleasure straight to your groin and you have to resist the urge to fuck him with your mouth. You bob your head a few times, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth, before pulling off him completely.

Whitney’s cock stands proud before you, flushed with arousal and wet with your saliva, a bead of precum threatening to spill over from his tip. You know you should keep going, to slick him up more. Maybe take a moment to find the lube that Whitney was bound to keep near his bed, but you’re getting impatient. You want him in you. Now.

Straddling Whitney, you hike your shirt up over your hips and guide his dick to press against your entrance.

You can’t suppress a groan as you sink onto his cock. This is the slowest Whitney has ever entered you and it somehow makes the stretch of his dick feel even more intense. You lean over Whitney, having to brace yourself against his chest. You’ve reached the part of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Levering yourself on his cock, you open yourself up more. When you feel prepared enough, you force your hips down in one swift motion, taking the parts of his cock that you weren’t able to lube up.

Finally, you settle, your hips pressed flush against Whitney, his cock fully inside you. You dip down, nuzzling into Whitney’s neck as you rest for a moment. Whitney’s breathing has picked up, every other exhale carrying a low whine with it. You press a kiss into his neck, smiling when you feel his heartbeat fluttering under your lips.

You start to move against him, starting at a leisurely pace. Whitney keeps moving under you, his actions blunt and clumsy in his sleep. You have to keep your hands on his chest to keep him from squirming too much. You can see his eyes moving under their lids as he starts to wake up.

So, you take it up a notch. You start to move with more aggression, angling your hips to fuck Whitney’s cock with rapid thrusts.

“Ah!” Whitney wakes up fully, lurching forward to wrap his arms around you and pulling you down against him.

Whitney’s sudden movement forces his cock to the hilt again, making you groan. “Lovely for you to join me,” you say, breathless, rocking against Whitney as best you can with the way he’s gripping you.

“What are you-?” he trails off as you push him back some. It's easier to do than you expected, Whitney appearing to still be sleep weak.

“I’m enjoying myself,” you say with a lazy grin, slipping a hand down to play with yourself.

Whitney’s breath hitches as he watches you, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. He gives you a soft squeeze, and you take it as a sign to keep going. You start to bounce yourself on Whitney’s cock and he groans.

Whitney’s mouth hangs open, panting hard as you ride him, his eyes unfocused and dazed. You can tell that he’s getting close to his end, so you slow down until you’re once again just rocking against him.

“Ah, ah,” you tut, “It would be rude to cum before your guest, don’t you think?”

“F-fucking whore,” Whitney manages to spit out. You start to laugh, but it morphs into a moan as Whitney knocks your hand aside and starts to play with you himself. Whitney begins to thrust up into you, hard. You have to grip his shoulders for stability.

You’d already been feeling the start of your own orgasm before Whitney had woken up. You had been in a state of arousal for the better part of a day now. Ever since Whitney first pressed you against the lockers, you’ve wanted him inside you. Now, with Whitney fucking you and his hand working you with his customary roughness, you find yourself hurtling towards your end.

As you start to cum, Whitney yanks you down into a kiss.

Whitney keeps fucking you through your orgasm. As you start to writhe in overstimulation, Whitney pins you against his chest. Breaking the kiss, his pace increases.

“Stupid slut,” Whitney mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. “Think you can do whatever you want when you’re the one crawling into my bed? Wearing my clothes?”

“Whit-ney,” you mewl, voice breaking. You dig your fingers into his shoulders, clinging to him, desperate for something to hold onto while Whitney rails you.

“Think you can get away with being a tease when I own you?”

You can feel yourself starting to become hazy with pleasure. “T-too, ha, too much,” you manage to slur out.

“Aw, is this too much for you?” he coos, his movements slowing. One of his hands slides down to squeeze your ass, the other remains on your back, keeping you pressed against him. “Can my slut not do their job?”

“My, ha, j-job?”

Whitney resumes his violent pace at your words and you bite back a sob. “Taking my cock,” he growls, “whenever I fucking want.”

You’re pushed over the edge of another orgasm. Unable to keep yourself from crying out, you bury your face into the crook of Whitney’s neck. Whitney groans low in the back of his throat as he cums. He presses your hips flush to him, jerking up into you with short, sharp thrusts.

You go limp against Whitney as he loosens his hold on you. Whitney starts to stroke your back, and you relax further, eyes fluttering shut. Whitney moves, sifting you off him, and turning onto his side, keeping his cock inside you the whole time. He starts to work himself out of you slowly, occasionally thrusting back in a little just to make you squirm.

“Tired,” you mumble, curling up on your side when he’s finally all the way out of you.

“Wonder why,” he says with a soft laugh, finding the blanket you had pulled off him and throwing it over the both of you. Whitney settles in the bed next to you, one of his arms locking around you and pulling you close.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Need a shower,” you say, but you don’t try to move away from him, making yourself comfortable in his arms instead.

“Sleep,” is the only response you get. It doesn't take long before the rhythm of Whitney’s breathing lulls you into a deep sleep.