Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ bad Touch ❯ Bad Touch ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Mizuumi Shinsei 
A SxS pairing. short and crude. very lemonish. POV Squall
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.19.2004 | Updated On: 07.31.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 506 | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
A SxS pairing. short and crude. very lemonish. POV Squall
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.19.2004 | Updated On: 07.31.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 506 | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I own a small plastic gunblade... that's about it.
A/N: this is a PWFP(Plot? What fucking plot?) Lemon, involving two of the sexiest men Squaresoft has ever created ^_^ it's short and to the point and I wrote it in like twenty minutes cause I had nothing better to do. Isn't boredom grand?
Pairings: well read and you'll find out
Warnings: full of lemony Yaoi goodness, enjoy
Bad Touch
This is wrong, it's so wrong. So why does it feel so good?
People will think were disgusting, that some how liking the way it feels to have his hot hard cock slide in and out of me makes me less than a man.
Well fuck them, they don't know what it feels like to have him touch that place deep inside, to be split open and willing to let him use me in anyway he wants.
Because it feels so right and so good that after a while I really don't care that were supposed to hate each other.
That when he pounding into to me so hard and when I'm calling his name that his presence sure as hell doesn't bother me.
And I can't ignore him anymore because he inside me and moving against me, and his hands know all the right places to touch to have me moaning like a fucking whore.
I'd gladly let him be the pain in my ass any day of the week. Like now, as I'm bent over the desk in my room, holding on to the sides, praying to Hyne that we don't break the thing as he fucks me from behind.
It's raw and unforgiving and I can feel the splitters in my hand and I don't care as long as he keeps moving, as long as I can find my release along with him. And I hear him moan, panting out versions of my name as I'm screaming his, good thing my walls are soundproof.
His grip on my hips is so hard I know it'll leave bruises, and he's pumping in and out reaching around me to grasp my leaking erection.
And all too soon it's over and I'm falling, spiraling down a wave into utopia as the world goes white around me.
I feel him coming deep inside of me, leaning forward resting his head against my shoulder blade before pulling out and fixing the pants he hadn't bothered to take all the way off.
"Been fun Leonheart." He says smirking as I turn around still leaning on the desk.
It's not like we like each other, hell I can hardly stand to be in the same room as the man unless he's fucking me senseless.
"Whatever." I say watching him leave my room, knowing he'll be back tomorrow.
A/N: this is a PWFP(Plot? What fucking plot?) Lemon, involving two of the sexiest men Squaresoft has ever created ^_^ it's short and to the point and I wrote it in like twenty minutes cause I had nothing better to do. Isn't boredom grand?
Pairings: well read and you'll find out
Warnings: full of lemony Yaoi goodness, enjoy
Bad Touch
This is wrong, it's so wrong. So why does it feel so good?
People will think were disgusting, that some how liking the way it feels to have his hot hard cock slide in and out of me makes me less than a man.
Well fuck them, they don't know what it feels like to have him touch that place deep inside, to be split open and willing to let him use me in anyway he wants.
Because it feels so right and so good that after a while I really don't care that were supposed to hate each other.
That when he pounding into to me so hard and when I'm calling his name that his presence sure as hell doesn't bother me.
And I can't ignore him anymore because he inside me and moving against me, and his hands know all the right places to touch to have me moaning like a fucking whore.
I'd gladly let him be the pain in my ass any day of the week. Like now, as I'm bent over the desk in my room, holding on to the sides, praying to Hyne that we don't break the thing as he fucks me from behind.
It's raw and unforgiving and I can feel the splitters in my hand and I don't care as long as he keeps moving, as long as I can find my release along with him. And I hear him moan, panting out versions of my name as I'm screaming his, good thing my walls are soundproof.
His grip on my hips is so hard I know it'll leave bruises, and he's pumping in and out reaching around me to grasp my leaking erection.
And all too soon it's over and I'm falling, spiraling down a wave into utopia as the world goes white around me.
I feel him coming deep inside of me, leaning forward resting his head against my shoulder blade before pulling out and fixing the pants he hadn't bothered to take all the way off.
"Been fun Leonheart." He says smirking as I turn around still leaning on the desk.
It's not like we like each other, hell I can hardly stand to be in the same room as the man unless he's fucking me senseless.
"Whatever." I say watching him leave my room, knowing he'll be back tomorrow.