LAUGHING SO HARD AT THAT SECOND GIF IT’S IMPOSSIBLE.
AHAHAH I JUST WANTED TO USE IT AND IT WAS PERFECT SO YUS
FAK GILLEH WAI dat gif
I love chatzy. So much.
(I don’t take credit for the book cover, it’s someone else’s and inspired this piece)
“Oh cherry, baby.” Dean murmured as he hid his ghost of a smile in between its sex. The pie was emotionless in response and eagerly awaited his next move. Dean lifted the fork sensually and bit his lip as he dipped the shiny metal prongs into Cherry’s delicious filling. “Oh yes, yes…” Dean groaned, his insides quaking with lust.
The pie was warm inside it’s metal tin and it covered Dean’s fork with it’s gooey insides, welcoming anything that was going to be inside his mouth. He murmured as he scooped some of the coagulated cherry onto the divot of his fork before lifting it to his mouth. As soon as his lips opened to welcome the artificial cherry paste, Dean could feel the cherry trees it grew from, taste the family owned farm, smell the sticky children on field trips, he could practically see the one bucktoothed child that was picked on during the bus ride to the cherry farm.
Dean’s blood rushed downward as he pulled the fork out of his mouth, letting the metal prongs heat his lips on the way past as flavor burst across his tongue. His toes curled against the sandstone floor as he began to speak with his mouth open, “Carry on my wayward boner…fuuuuck.”
The groan echoed through the large kitchen that Dean had aptly dubbed his ‘play room’.
Only special pies were brought here, and tonight it was Cherry’s turn to experience the magic.
Usually it was Apple who basked under his warm gaze and prying fork, but tonight he needed variety, he needed to break away from the safety of his special apple pie. Dean groaned again and shoved his grey metal chair back, letting it scrape on the expensive grey sandstone floors. “Holy hell..” He murmured as he stood and unzipped his jeans and his love rod sprung loose of his dark grey denims.
His hard length nestled itself against his taut abdomen and craved sensation. Dean grabbed the delicious cherry pie and slid it closer to the edge of the metal table. His breathing quickened in anticipation and his pocket weasel leaked happily against his oh-so-happy trail.
Dean’s fingers delicately held the metal pie tin with one hand and he gripped his pork steeple as it jumped in excitement. Angling it down, his man sausage slid into the pie’s sticky filling with one quick thrust of his hips.
The gelatinous filling in combination with the cherries floating in the mixture cradled his joystick in such an intense feeling of pleasure that he cried out, “HOLY HELL!” again into the kitchen. It echoed back at him off the sandstone and tickled his ears. A low groan escaped his throat as his hips twitched again and his gear shifter pumped through the thick cherry filling.
Apple pie could never pleasure him like Cherry could. Cherry cradled his thick meat wrench with such unabashed loving that made him pulsate with need. Dean pumped thrice more, murmuring his love to the pie as he broke the crust off the top and splashed red filling everywhere.
“Oh..fuck. Shit, oh god.” He groaned into the broken silence of the room, joining the only noises of his heavy breathing and the loud squish-squish of the debauched pie.
Filling started to splash into the hair above Dean’s quiver bone and the noises became too much for him to bear. Thrusting hard so the tip of his dude piston bumped the bottom of the pie tin, he groaned lowly and let out an animalistic shout as he finished into the pie.
After he was finished, Dean had succeeded in turning a perfectly presentable Cherry pie into a mess of a banana cream pie.
oh my god
still better than 50 shades of grey.