NSFW Forsaken Request Book !!

by N_ALLIE

Summary:

Hhii !!
This book is for strictly NSFW requests!
Any pairings are accepted.
Boundaries will be stated in the first chapter.

Feel free to request !! No judgement zonee~~

Notes:

WARNING !!
These books are for me to improve my writing and get criticism !! I
do apologize if my works aren't pristine and badly translated across~~

Chapter 1

Hii !! Don't be shy, I'll basically write anything that isn't apart of this list..
Will NOT do:
- ANY minor characters/aged down characters. C00lkidd, Bluudude, and Pr3typriincess are not going to be included in this work, sorry !!
- Rape/ Non-Con, I am personally uncomfortable writing this.
- Incest of any sort.
- Ageplay.
- Vomit/Scat.
- Gore
- Necrophilia
- Zoophlilia
(( There is more to this, and if a request contains it, I'll let you know !! No judgement. ))

Will do:
- Watersports (I'm not into this, but I understand some people are !!)
- Bondage
- Genderbending
- ANY pairing! Go wild.
- Praise 🥹
- AFTERCARE!!
- Yaoi, Yuri-- everything is welcome !!
- Trans characters !!

 

Request in this chapter !! Works will range from 1000k to 5000k !!
You can also request on my Strawpage: https://nallie.straw.page/ !!

 

Template for requests~!! PREFERRED BUT NOT REQUIRED !! (I'll prioritize these requests...)
Top Male Character x Bottom Male Character
Any preferences to be included
Small summary !!

 

Ooh you want to request me.. oooh...

Tags will be updated as requests are made !!

Chapter 2: "A New Addition” 007n7/Guest1337 !!

Summary:

Request for pvppygirlguest !! 4990 words
Hope you like it !!! Please leave criticism where it’s needed !!

PAIRING: 007n7 x Guest1337

TAGS: Trans Male 007n7, Bottom 007n7, Gentle Sex, Praise, Pregnancy Kink, Trans Male Pregnancy, Slight Porn with Plot !!

Notes:

I’ve never written male pregnancies (or smut entirely) so I apologize if there’s inaccuracies 😭 I do my research but I’m intersex myself soo I might be off. You can probably tell i locked in too hard on the plot.

The apartment was never quiet, not anymore.
Laughter ran down the narrow hallways, rising and falling in bursts that 007n7 had learned to recognize—c00lkidd’s sharp, triumphant whoops whenever he declared victory in whatever game they’d invented, followed by Charlotte’s airy giggles, a touch lighter, less competitive. The sound filled the corners of his living room, bouncing off the scuffed coffee table and the stack of unwashed dishes he hadn’t gotten to yet. He stood at the sink, rinsing out a mug, and allowed himself a small smile.

If anyone had told him ten years ago that he’d spend his afternoons playing caretaker, he’d have laughed them out the door. His life back then had been nothing but restless motion— always on the run from admins– and never enough time to stop and breathe. But things had changed. He had changed. And now, the weight of the mug in his hand and the shrieking joy of two children were what grounded him more than anything else.

He set the mug in the rack, wiped his hands on a dish towel, and leaned against the counter. The sound of small feet pattered toward him, and a moment later Charlotte came skidding into the kitchen. Her hair was mussed from running around, a small braid already slipping loose, and she clutched one of c00lkidd’s figurines tightly in her hand.

“Uncle Seven!” she announced, her voice so matter-of-fact it startled him.
He arched an eyebrow. “Uncle, huh?”

Charlotte nodded firmly, all the seriousness of a seven-year-old compressed into her small frame. “Is that not what you are? Hmm.”
Before he could respond, c00lkidd barreled in after her, panting from the chase. “She stole my guy! We were fighting!!”

“You weren’t fighting,” Charlotte corrected, holding the toy aloft like a trophy. “You were losing.”
007n7 sighed, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “Alright, that’s enough, you two. No fighting in the kitchen.” He crouched down to their level, resting his elbows on his knees. “Charlotte, let your opponent have his warrior back. And you—” he fixed his son with a steady look, “—don’t shout at her like that. She’s a guest. We treat anyone who comes into our home nicely, okay?”

“She’s here all the time,” c00lkidd muttered, but he held out his hand anyway. After a moment, Charlotte huffed, shoved the toy into his palm, and stomped dramatically away.
“She’s stubborn,” c00lkidd whispered, though not very quietly.
“She’s your friend,” 007n7 countered, ruffling his son’s hair before standing again. “And friends matter more than winning.”

He watched the boy scowl but not argue, which was victory enough. From the other room, Charlotte had already found another distraction—a box of crayons spilled across the carpet, paper torn from the sketchpad in quick, jagged sheets. She sat cross-legged, head bent in concentration, the conflict forgotten.

It was always like this: small sparks, quick resolutions. And every time, 007n7 found himself marveling at how naturally the girl fit into their lives. She was not his responsibility, not truly—yet when Guest1337 asked if he could watch her while he worked, 007n7 had agreed without hesitation. At first, it had been a favor. Then another. Then a routine. And he didn’t mind it at all. Not only because it helped distract c00kidd, but because it allowed for him to see Guest1337 just a bit more often.

Now, he wondered if he would miss her presence if the routine ever broke.

 

Time passed in rhythms, measured not by clocks but by the flow of children’s games. Charlotte and c00lkidd drifted from toys to crayons to the old console hooked up to the television, their attention shifting like sunlight across the floor.
“Can we go to the park?” Charlotte asked suddenly, her crayons abandoned in a pile. “Please? Daddy says I have to get fresh air every day!’’

“Smart man, your dad,” 007n7 said. He glanced at the window—sun still out, a forgiving breeze rattling the trees. “Alright, grab your shoes.”
The girl jumped up, scurrying off to who-knows-where to grab the brown boots she always wore.

The park was only a short walk away, tucked between two apartment complexes and fenced in by faded metal bars. It wasn’t much—just a swing set, a climbing frame, and a patch of grass worn down by soccer balls—but it was enough. The kids ran ahead, shouting challenges, their sneakers slapping the pavement.

He followed at a slower pace, hands in his pockets, watching the way Charlotte’s braid bounced against her back and the way c00lkidd sprinted to keep up with her even though he hated to lose. They were mismatched in so many ways—different families, different temperaments—but together, they formed a balance that made sense.
Charlotte tugged on his sleeve when they reached the swings. “Push me, Uncle Seven!”

The title still caught him off guard. He hadn’t earned it, not really, but he obliged, steadying the chains as she climbed on. With each push, she soared higher, her laughter ringing out like windchimes. c00lkidd tried to outdo her, pumping his legs furiously, determined to swing higher.

“Careful,” 007n7 warned, though his voice lacked sharpness. “Not too high.”
“I’m fine!” c00lkidd shouted, gripping the chains tighter. Charlotte tilted her head back and let the wind rush through her hair, fearless.
He stood between them, pushing one child while keeping a wary eye on the other, and for a fleeting moment, the scene struck him as something more than temporary. Something almost like a family outing.

The thought unsettled him. Not in a bad way, but in the kind of way that reminded him how much he’d come to depend on moments like this—on Guest1337’s trust, on Charlotte’s laughter, on the quiet sense of belonging that had slipped into his life without asking permission.
He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d started looking forward to these afternoons more than anything else.

Back home, he made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. Charlotte insisted on helping, carefully layering slices of cheese while standing on a chair beside him. Her chatter filled the kitchen: stories about school, her favorite shows, how her dad was teaching her chess.

“Daddy says you’re really smart,” she said as she handed him the bread.
He froze for a fraction of a second before recovering, setting the sandwich in the pan. “Does he now?”
“Mhm.” She swung her legs idly. “He says you help us a lot. That you’re… dependable.” She frowned, working through the big word. “I think that means you’re nice.”

Something warm flickered in his chest, too sudden, too sharp. He masked it with a small smile. “That’s kind of him to say.”
Charlotte beamed, satisfied, and hopped down to set the table.

Later, while the kids ate, 007n7 sat back with his own plate, watching them. Crumbs clung to c00lkidd’s shirt. Charlotte hummed tunelessly between bites. It was messy, imperfect, ordinary—and it was everything he hadn’t realized he wanted.

 

The knock on the door came around six.
Charlotte perked up instantly, abandoning her half-finished drawing. “Daddy!” she shouted, sprinting to the door before 007n7 could stop her.
Guest1337 stood in the hallway, still in his work clothes, tie loosened, weariness etched in the lines around his eyes. But when Charlotte barreled into him, his whole face softened, fatigue giving way to warmth. He knelt to hug her, kissing the top of her head.

“Hey, sweetheart. You been good for 7n7?”
“Yes!” she said proudly. “We went to the park and had grilled cheese and I drew a picture of a dragon.”
“That so?” He smiled, straightening up. His gaze lifted to meet 007n7’s. “Thanks again. I know it’s a lot.”

“It’s nothing,” 007n7 said, though the words felt inadequate. “Really.”

For a moment, they lingered in the doorway. Charlotte clung to her father’s hand, tugging him toward the apartment to show off her drawing. Guest laughed, let himself be pulled inside, and suddenly the small living room felt brighter just for his presence.

He didn’t stay long—just enough to gather Charlotte’s things, exchange polite words, and promise his daughter ice cream on the way home. But when the door shut behind them, the apartment seemed quieter, emptier.

Too empty.

He wished he could’ve pulled Guest1337 right back in– yet that was impossible. 007n7 leaned against the doorframe, exhaling slowly. He hated how much he already missed the sound of their voices.

The car ride home was quiet at first. Charlotte sat in the backseat, humming to herself as she clutched the drawing she’d made, colors spilling outside the lines in bold, unapologetic strokes. Guest kept one hand steady on the wheel, the other tapping absently against his thigh, the rhythm too uneven to match the music on the radio.

He should have been focusing on the road, on dinner plans, on the endless list of tasks waiting for him at home. But his thoughts wouldn’t stay still. They circled back, again and again, to the man he’d just left behind.

007n7.

Dependable, Charlotte had called him. Dependable and kind. It wasn’t the first time Guest had heard those words tumble from his daughter’s mouth, but tonight they lodged somewhere deeper.

He’d trusted the man almost without thinking, back when he first asked for help watching Charlotte. Something in the way 007n7 carried himself—solid, steady, unflinching—made it easy to hand over what mattered most. And over time, that trust had woven into something else, something he didn’t quite know how to name.

He thought of the way 007n7 crouched down to meet Charlotte at eye level, never talking over her, always patient even when her stubborn streak showed. He thought of the careful lunches, the walks to the park, the quiet way his living room seemed brighter when Guest stepped inside to pick her up.

And then there were the small things—too small to admit out loud. The way 007n7’s voice softened when speaking to the kids. The way his eyes lit, just briefly, at Charlotte’s laughter. The rare, almost reluctant smiles that caught Guest off guard and left him standing in the doorway longer than he meant to.

He tightened his grip on the wheel, jaw flexing. It was ridiculous, really, how much space the man occupied in his thoughts.

From the backseat, Charlotte piped up: “Daddy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
She yawned, rubbing her eyes. “Can Uncle Seven come with us to the zoo sometime? He’s funny. And he makes good grilled cheese.”
Guest’s heart gave a small, traitorous lurch. He cleared his throat. “We’ll see.”

Charlotte seemed content with that, drifting into silence as the hum of the tires filled the car. Guest glanced at her through the rearview mirror—her head tilted against the seat, eyelids heavy.
And he let himself think, just for a moment, about how natural it had looked: his daughter with another child, two families bleeding into one.

The thought was dangerous. Hopeful. Something he couldn’t quite afford, yet couldn’t bring himself to ignore.

By the time they pulled into the parking lot of their building, Charlotte was half-asleep. Guest carried her upstairs, her small weight warm against his shoulder, but his mind was still elsewhere—back in that apartment, back with the man he wasn’t sure how to stop wanting.

That night, after c00lkidd had gone to bed, 007n7 sat at the kitchen table with a glass of water, staring at the darkened window. His mind replayed the day in fragments: Charlotte’s laughter, Guest’s tired smile, the casual way he’d said “dependable.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d turned the word over in his head.

Dependable. Trustworthy. Safe.

All the things he hadn’t been, once upon a time. And yet Guest had given him this—his daughter, his trust, a place in their lives.
Somewhere along the way, gratitude had grown into something else. Something heavier, deeper, more dangerous.

He cared. More than he should.
And the thought both terrified and thrilled him.

The next day unfolded much the same—children’s games, spilled crayons, walks to the park. But when evening came and he heard the familiar knock at the door, something in him shifted.
Charlotte darted past him to greet her father, as always. Guest knelt, gathered her in his arms, exchanged their usual ritual of affection. Then he looked up, tired but smiling, and the words were out of 007n7’s mouth before he could stop them.

“Stay for dinner.”

Guest blinked. “What?”

“Dinner,” 007n7 repeated, forcing his voice steady. “I made enough. Nothing fancy. Just… stay.”
Charlotte’s eyes lit up instantly. “Yes! Daddy, please? Please, please, please?”

Caught between his daughter’s pleading and 007n7’s expectant gaze, Guest laughed quietly. “Alright. Just for tonight.”

The meal was simple—pasta tossed with sauce, garlic bread, a salad Charlotte insisted on helping prepare. But around the small table, with two children chattering and Guest seated across from him, it felt like something more.

The conversation drifted easily: school stories, work anecdotes, jokes from c00lkidd that barely made sense but earned indulgent laughter. The air was warm, unhurried, filled with the kind of comfort that was rare in both their lives.

At one point, 007n7 caught Guest watching him, eyes soft in the glow of the overhead light. The moment passed quickly, but it lingered all the same, leaving 007n7’s pulse unsteady.

He thought, for just a heartbeat, about confessing. About saying the words that had pressed against his ribs for weeks. But he didn’t. Not yet. Tonight was enough.
When dinner ended and Charlotte yawned her way into her father’s arms, 007n7 walked them to the door. Guest paused there, Charlotte half-asleep against his shoulder, and offered a quiet smile.

“Thanks,” he said. “For everything.”

007n7 nodded, unable to trust his voice.
“Yeah. It’s nothing– I mean, it’s nice being around the kids. And you..” 007n7 words drifted off, purposefully waiting for the two kids to sneak off into c00lkidds bedroom, likely thinking they were being sneaky and getting away with some extra playtime.

“I’ve been– really thinking about you recently. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.” 007n7 spoke so casually that it was almost as if he was simply asking how his day was.

Guest1337 was speechless, wondering if this was going where he thought it was. He cleared his throat, yet the warm, tight feeling inside of his chest only got harder to ignore. “How so?”

The two men hadn’t realized how close they had gotten. Guest1337 peered down at 007n7, who had a rather worried expression on his face. He didn’t want to completely shatter the relationship he had with the war veteren– not after they had gotten so close in the past months.

“I want you– really bad. Ever since I saw you– god, how could I not? Look at you.” 007n7’s calm demeanor seemed to shift, his heart racing as he prayed the man in front of him wouldn’t be weirded out. Finally looking up to meet the mans gaze, he realized just how bothered the guy looked.

A bead of sweat collecting on the bridge of his nose, a faint dust of blush on his cheeks– and slightly narrowed eyes. His chest was visibly rising and falling, and their distance made his heartbeat incredibly obvious. As 007n7 moved to hopefully give the man some more space to relax, he felt his hip rub up against something.

Quickly looking down, 007n7 froze. At least now he had no doubts that Guest1337 felt the same way. As soon as Guest1337 noticed, the man cleared his throat, nodding his head as a sort of silent apology. “Oh– god, I’m sorry– I didn’t realize..”

Guest1337’s voice slowly drifted off, about to turn around, get Charlotte and leave, yet a gentle hand on his wrist got him to stay right where he was.
“No. Please, stay. I can help you out, if you’d like. Take it as an extra thank you for staying for dinner. I get you’re a busy man and all..”

007n7 let his hand move from Guest1337’s wrist and down to his hip, rather possessively holding onto it as the man let out a small grunt.

“..Okay.”

That was all the confirmation 007n7 needed, dragging Guest1337 along to his bedroom, locking the door behind him and gently pushing the man onto the bed. Guest seemed slightly hesitant at first, yet after small touches, he grabbed 007n7’s cheek, pulling him in and sloppily kissing the man, giving him little to no time to react.

Guest1337 could feel the man's stubble, messily shaved and slightly prickly. His hand snaked down the man’s body, squeezing every part he could manage to take, worshipping it with every kiss and caress.

After a couple moments, 007n7 was forced to pull away for some breath, yet Guest didn’t let him, flipping them both over and restraining his wrists. 007n7 couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his mouth as he looked up at the toned man above him.

“Is this okay? If you don’t say anything now– I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop later.”
Guest1337 panted, a bit of saliva still resting on his lower lip as he hungrily looked down at 007n7. The older man eagerly nodded his head, knowing well that he had wanted this forever now.

“I’m sure, please, do what you want. Just fuck me.” 007n7 sounded breathless, almost relieved as Guest1337 began to strip off his clothing, going rather slowly as if he was putting on a show. Unbuttoning the white dress shirt and undoing his tie, he slid his shirt off and tossed it to the ground.
007n7 took this as a cue to remove his own clothing, unbuttoning his navy blue collared shirt, feeling the cool air against his skin.

He prayed the man above him wouldn’t mind how rusty he was, knowing damn well he hadn’t had sex with anyone since college.

Guest didn’t hesitate to crush his lips against 007n7’s once more, slightly grinding himself onto the man’s leg to satisfy himself for long enough. If he was being honest, he had been horny as soon as he saw the man.

Having to see that gentle smile on his face– it always did something to him that he could never explain. After a while, he felt pathetic jerking himself off alone, thinking of the man and trying to recreate his voice in his head.

“You’re..beautiful.” Guest1137 didn’t notice the words that slipped out of his mouth, yet the look on 007n7’s face was all worth it. After what felt like forever, both of them were too pent up and horny to care. 007n7 was about to speak before he felt a thick finger prod at his entrance, accidently letting an uncharacteristically-like moan out.

“Careful– I..I haven’t done anything like this in awhile. I hope that's okay..” 007n7 tried hiding the stutter in his voice, a bit embarrassed that he hadn’t done anything in such a long time. Guest only smiled and left a light peck on his collarbone, slowly pushing the first finger in.

“More than okay. Much, more than okay.” Guest slid his hand down further, tracing split fingers down the very edges of 007n7’s lips and listening to the soft gasps each touch earned. He gently pressed the pads of two fingers between the soaking wet folds, slowly dragging them back up with just enough pressure to gather some of the slickness to coat his fingers.

He stopped before reaching the head of 007n7’s clit, splitting his fingers back apart and tracing around his swollen clit entirely, smirking at the small whimper it got. He pulled his hands from the older man's pants, displaying thoroughly wet fingers up in front of his face.

"Fuck," he breathed, nearly faltering at the sight, "just from looking at me?”

007n7 gulped, flushing impossibly deeper, "I.. uh. Yeah." He leaned his head back onto Guest’s shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, "You look..nice. Really nice.”

"Have you seen yourself lately? Only thing I have to hold back is bending you over right on any surface there is.”

007n7 let out a hot breath, lightly laughing to himself. “You don’t have to flatter me.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s sincere.” Guest leaned back down, leaving teasing kisses along 007n7’s collarbone.

"Oh, knock it off.." 007n7 insisted, craning his neck to press his lips against Guest’s to silence any more compliments.

"Awfully demanding for someone who's got nowhere to go. What’s stopping me from just keeping you here all night?” Guest questioned, squeezing his grip on 007n7’s arms just a bit tighter to confirm any suspicions.

"Both you and I know you can’t last much longer like this.”

Guest chuckled at that, knowing the father was right. He slipped his hand back down beneath 007n7’s pants and boxers, smirking at the soft sigh he could hear 007n7 sigh as he went. He used his thumb and ring finger to hold his lips apart, dipping his remaining fingers down to gather some of the slick that dripped from between silken folds.

He pressed gently around the rim of his hole, tracing softly pulsing and soaked flesh before bringing his fingers up to the underside of the flushed head of his clit. With the lightest amount of pressure, he slid the pads of his fingertips over the curve of the bulb, far enough up to lightly pull back his hood before bringing his fingers back down to repeat the motion.
007n7 could only shudder at the stimulation, gasping as the soft touch made him throb for more.

His thighs strained in the instinctual effort to close them, pressing hard into his boyfriend's knees and failing to make them so much as budge. "Guest, please, more than that." he pleaded, digging his face into the other's neck to muffle the whiny moan that came with an immediate increase in pressure to the touches.

"You told me to be gentle.." Guest teased, and switched up the motion of his fingers to rub gentle circles onto the head of 007n7’s clit instead, speeding up the movement as he twitched against his fingers. "How many—”

"T-two, continue with two, please ," 007n7 pleaded, far too desperate to wait much longer.
Despite the desperation in 007n7’s voice, Guest took his time sliding his fingers down between his folds, gliding his palm along to follow and coat the surface in slick. After another soft groan of impatience, Guest took mercy on the man and slipped two fingers into his soaked cunt with ease, curling them hard upwards and pressing the heel of his palm against his clit.

He could feel 007n7’s arms jolting in his grasp, watched his back arch further and his legs tremble as he pulsed around the fingers and twitched against his hand, "God, m’ gonna fill you up.”
007n7 let out a shattered moan, throwing his head back and nodding, not trusting his voice to form words as Guest’s hand ground wetly against his clit, thick fingers rocking inside of him and putting almost overwhelming pressure on his g-spot.

Enough to feel the pressure in his chest and send blinding heat through him with each movement. Fire had already begun to pool in his gut when all movement stopped, sending a shudder through him at the sudden loss of stimulation.

He whined at the loss, opening his mouth to voice his protest when lips pressed against his, a hot tongue delving into his mouth and sliding against his own, effectively silencing him.
Each time 007n7 took an opportunity to gasp for air, Guest ground his palm down harshly and rocked his fingers deeper, knocking the air right back out of him in the form of increasingly pathetic whimpers, barely letting him breathe again before capturing his lips once more.

Outside of those brief moments, Guest kept his hand pulled back and still, leaving 007n7 unable to chase the feeling. He could feel the thighs atop his properly shaking, the tight heat around his fingers clenching and slick dripping between his hands, soaking the boxers he'd refused to take off.
007n7 thrashed in the grip, throwing his head back on Guest’s shoulder and croaking out a broken noise as his orgasm flooded fire through every trembling inch of him.

He clenched down rapidly on Guest’s fingers, which mercifully took over on movement and continued to softly rock into him while he came. His body was still shaking when the first hard thrust of fingers drove into him, close enough to his barely finished orgasm that it sent a shock of overstimulation shuddering through his nerves, "Guest–” He squeaked out, gasping as the fingers slowly retracted before driving into him again with a pressure he could feel curl his toes as he convulsed, "Fuck..”

"You're doing great," Guest soothed. He slowed his motions to let 007n7 recover a bit, leisurely sliding his fingers back inside his still pulsing cunt. With each drag of his fingers pulling back, he could feel the wetness that soaked through the surrounding fabric on the back of his hand. A glance down and he caught sight of the dark patch making its way through the seat of his dress pants. More laundry.

007n7’s nerves still burned from his first orgasm, his body still trembling between the strain of arching his back, the ache in his shoulders from tugging at his arms, the burn in his thighs from being so widespread and bruising them in the reflexive effort to clamp his legs shut and hold each touch as deep as possible. He whined as fingers continued to slide in and out of him with a filthy noise, the friction on his clit mercifully lighter now as he recovered from his oversensitivity.

Guest grabbed the rim of 007n7’s boxers, finally pulling them down and exposing his oversensitive cunt to the cool air. He traced the pad of his index finger around the head of 007n7’s clit, using his thumb and middle finger to pull back his hood and gently rub it along his hard shaft. "Feel good? It’ll feel even better once I'm in you. I’ll fill you up with our babies—”

007n7 convulsed at the sudden stimulation, the jolt of warmth surprising him as he'd been rather fixated elsewhere. He dug his face back into Guest’s neck and softly whined rather than giving an answer.

"Think you can take me now?”

007n7 nodded enthusiastically, squirming as much as his small amount of freedom would allow, "Yeah– yes, I can.”

Guest continued to mutter small praises, before slowing his fingers that had been working on 007n7’s clit, just until he heard a needy whine and faint plea for more, at which point he moved to press his cock against the soaking heat of 007n7’s cunt, pushing in just far enough to feel the tight muscle throb around him.

007n7 didn't answer outside of a desperate moan, positive his arms were bruising as they pulled against Guest’s grip, fighting to push down just a little further onto the thick length filling him.
Guest nearly lost his grip as 007n7 thrashed, straining to keep him still. He thrust his cock as deep as he could get them to put a stutter in his movement. "Look at you. Can't decide whether your legs look better spread or wrapped around my head," Guest gushed.

The stimulation and words were nearly too much for 007n7, sending dizzying heat radiating through him that he could feel himself melting into. He pressed his lips hard to Guest’s neck, almost leaving faint marks as he tried to be as quiet as possible.
Keeping his eyes open was a nearly impossible task as touch and praise thoroughly overwhelmed him, but 007n7 managed.

His eyes crossed too much to clearly see as the first moments of his second orgasm consumed him, but his vision started to come back to him after the most intense waves of pleasure passed through his burning body. He could see enough to catch the way his legs jolted, how hard his chest heaved and his neck strained, the way every part of him shook almost violently through each convulsion slamming through him.

Most importantly, he saw the way Guest watched over him in absolute awe and adoration, actually shivering at the sight of him. 007n7 let his eyes flutter shut as he rode out the rest of his orgasm, sinking into the fuzzy haze of bliss as the length inside him left a sticky residue behind. Slowly, Guest pulled out, cum dripping onto the bedsheets as he let out a small sigh.

As soon as he was able, 007n7 reached up to curl an arm around Guest’s shoulders, pulling him in for a hard kiss that sent them both toppling to the cushions on their sides. His spare hand pressed against Guest’s abs, the pads of his fingers tracing down hard lines of muscle before brushing through the thick hair trailing from his navel.

“Thank you, Guest. For everything— I wholeheartedly mean it.” 007n7 practically melted into the pillows beneath him, grinning as Guest laid down beside him.

“It’s..really nothing. I owe you this and so much more. You get some rest, you deserve it.”

 

As the sun shined in through the window, the sounds of giggles and laughter rang throughout the hallways. Guest opened his eyes and sat up to see that he was alone in 007n7s bed. Groggily sitting up, he slid on some sweatpants that he found on the dresser and tossed on his dress shirt.

He was too tired to look appealing, but as soon as he turned to open the bedroom door, he could feel a pair of eyes on him. Turning to the bathroom door, he could see 007n7, faint eyebags underneath his eyes as he had a tired smile on his face. In the palm of his right hand was a pregnancy test, two faint lines visible as 007n7 scratched the back of his head nervously.

“You, uh. Weren’t joking about last night.”

Notes:

Classes are actually killing me 😢😢 I’ll try my best to do at LEAST one request a day. Pinky promise!