Novel & Cerita Underpants Captain Underpants

He chuckles, the sound low and rough. Everett Griffin stands at least six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with the lean, sculpted build of someone who's spent years on a volleyball court. Dark hair falls carelessly over sharp brows, framing a face that's unfairly handsome. The kind of face that makes girls lose their minds. Which is honestly a waste. Because his personality is absolute trash. Everett is the captain of Gladdis' men's volleyball team, and annoyingly, he's incredible. His spikes are brutal, his reflexes ridiculous—I've watched the men's championships once or twice—and everyone treats him like some volleyball god.

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

A time capsule of my father's and my fight. A heaviness settled on my shoulders. How hard must it have been for my mom to see this room? Leaving it because the thought of cleaning meant accepting that I might not come home. I should pick that up. I stepped into my room, the carpet feeling so familiar under my shoes. I dipped down to my knees, picking up the large pieces of glass nearly fused to the carpet. I picked up the ceramic base, the figurines of a spaceship, and a female military captain in front of it. He told me he got it for me to show me that I could be a captain if I wanted to. Always backing up my dreams even at a young age.

It's a tiny piece of curry leaf. "Looks unladylike on you. Makes your person hardly desirable to the opposite sex." "Bullshit," I snap, upset at his words. "You know how many boys in my school would die for a piece of me? A lot. Does it sound hardly desirable to you that I've been messing around with the captain of my school's Taekwondo team? Oh, he's very good at getting my panties wet. Hardly desirable, huh? Thrusts as hard as he fights. A couple of boys have written me letters that they could do better, and you know what I told them?"

Her eyes pause at what I'm guessing is a comment. “…Jayden.” The tone of her voice makes me nervous immediately. “What?” She slowly turns the screen toward me. There it is. How very shocking? Why'd I not think about her. The original uploader of the video is the blonde from Brian’s lap. Caption included. POV: The hockey captain steals another athlete’s girlfriend at a team party 😭 #CaptainStealsTheSkater #NorthfordScandal #AthleteConduct Athlete conduct? The fuck is wrong with her? That hashtag alone is enough to attract attention from the athletic department.

^•^MATURE SCENE^•^ ~~NEET'S POV~~ I positioned myself on his cock and slowly let it fit inside me, first the tip then the whole. I still can't believe that it actually fit completely despite its humongous size. It pained a little when it entered, stretching me but after sliding in and out the pain subdued. Well let me tell you a secret *whispers* The pain was worth it...hehe *evil laughter*😎😎

I cooed with my sexiest voice. "What did you do princess?" he asked. "Well I think I did something very naughty. Billy at school paid me $1 to look at my underpants. Is it bad to let boys see my underpants for money?" "Yes it is dear." "How naughty is it?" "Very naughty." "Are you going to have to spank me daddy?" "Well do you think that you need some help remembering to be a good girl next time?" "Yes I think that I need some help." "Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt."

He found the spot that made my knee give and I grabbed the wall behind me and he watched my face like it was the only thing in the room worth looking at. “You are shaking.” “It is cold.” “It is not cold.” “Shut up.” He smiled again, smaller, and slid one finger inside me. I dropped my head against his shoulder and breathed into his neck. He added a second when I pushed down onto his hand, and the sound I made then was not one I wanted anyone on this boat to hear. His thumb stayed on my clit and he worked me like he had thought about this, which I did not want to think about, and my hips started moving without my permission.

Now. A weak groan broke the stillness. It was the captain. He lay sprawled, barely breathing. His face was slack, his uniform crooked. I crossed the cabin, seized him by the jacket’s collar, and heaved him back into the armchair like a rag doll. The fabric, with its insignia and polished brass buttons, annoyed me. It looked pretentious and meaningless. I tore the jacket from his body and let it crumple on the floor. The itch had reached my throat. My fingers curled, twitching for release.

"Alright, let's continue." We had finally circled the entire store and filled the basket with a bunch of things he would like. The Captain America shirt being one, along with a giant pack of Sour Patch Kids and all three of the Lord of the Rings movies even though I was pretty sure he had them all. Still, it was on sale, and I was not going to miss a bargain. In addition to that, we also threw in a Starbucks gift card, a pack of prisma color markers since he told me once he loved to draw when ever he actually had time, and lastly a book that contained endless photos and information of outer space. I was taking a risk putting the book in there, because I was the only one that knew he was abso