It's been 4 months since you and Arthur's eyebrows have officially dated. You've managed to sustain this relationship with only chaste pecks and innocent cuddling but it was only a matter of time before you started to crave for a more….intimate touch. You, of course, realize that it's impossible to satisfy your thirst when your partner is a fucking pair of eyebrows. That never stopped you from dating them though, so why should it stop you from having sex?
"Honey, are you alright?"
You turned around to see said lover hopping towards you, raised in a worrying manner. You reassured them that you were just fine, deciding to discuss the topic of love making later tonight. If you could go through without it for 4 months, you can surely withstand a few more hours. You somehow sensed that the eyebrows were unconvinced but they didn't pry any further.
You watched as they hopped out of the room before falling on the bed you sat on. You let a deep breath out and stared at the ceiling blankly. I was supposed to be a normal young girl yet here I am now…
You rose and grabbed for your laptop. You opened up the Chrome browser and typed out the one question on your mind.
You never would have imagined that so many people apparently needed to know how to have sex with eyebrows too. That is truly amazing.
You scanned the results quickly before stopping on a particular answer. You clicked the link as fast as you could. As you let your eyes soak up every last word, you knew that this was exactly what you've been looking for. You wrote the URL down on a napkin to remember it because apparently you're a dumb fuck who doesn't know how to bookmark shit. After all that information you thought it was only appropriate to let yourself doze off for a little bit. And so you shut your eyes and prayed that tonight would end in your favor.
"Hey, [ur name lol]! I'm home!" Arthur's eyebrows searched the apartment when they found that you weren't in the living room playing some weird ass video game like you usually did, no matter if they were gone or home. "Where could she have gone…?"
They found you lying on the bed with your hand on your closed laptop. As they inched closer, they found a napkin with the words tinyurl safe – eyebrow – sex – step – by – step scrawled on it, without the spaces of course. If the eyebrows had eyes, they would undoubtedly twitch.
"N-no…" The eyebrows turned towards you as you murmured sleepily. "I-it won't…fit…H-hey…Eyebrows aren't supposed to…that way…"
(A/N: You know what else won't fit? The amount of sins I've committed on a single sheet of paper. Unless it was double-sided, maybe.)
The eyebrows went up to your ear and you felt the soft vibrations of their voice as they whispered, "What won't fit where?"
You quickly opened your eyes, face flushed as red as the Red Sox logo. It was also as red as the blood of all the Yankee fans that send flames because I mentioned this. You should have known this would be brought up in the first chapter. The second paragraph literally had "Boston" in it. "W-what do you mean?"
"You seemed pretty happy in your dream. You very clearly muttered that something wouldn't fit and I was just curious as to what it was."
"U-uh, well I was just thinking about how…um…uh..." You were at a loss for words. How were you supposed to explain your wet dream to your lover?
"I don't suppose this URL has anything to do with it?" SHIT. Now that you think about it, that URL wasn't exactly conspicuous… You felt exceedingly uncomfortable. But then again, you're dating a pair of eyebrows so when aren't you uncomfortable. Never. The answer is never.
The eyebrows dropped onto your lap and rubbed themselves on your thighs. You felt their prickly hairs scratching your supple skin but it didn't feel…bad. In fact, it felt pretty nice… They chuckled, "At a loss of words, are we?"
You could've denied the claim but staring down at the eyebrows as they climbed dangerously close to your no-no zone, you simply licked your chapped lips. Boy, September weather sure is dry, huh? At least that's the month I think it is since the last chapter said it was sunny so I just guessed I meant June lmao.
"It's alright, dear," they purred out and holy fuck, they're not just near the no-no zone, they're on the no-no zone and H-OOO-LEY FUCK, YOUR PANTIES ARE COMING OFF. WELL THEN.
"A-are you sure we should be doing this?!" You whimpered, hands struggling to pull your underwear back up. "I mean…we've still got time! I just… I'm not sure this is something we should be doing!"
For a second you thought they would ignore your protests but to your surprise, they stopped moving and returned back to your lap, releasing your undergarments. "Well, love, I'm not going to force you into doing something you don't want to. Like you said, we have all the time in the world to decide and I would wait all my life for you."
You felt your face get hot and suddenly you remembered just how hot those eyebrows can be. I mean, like, what? I don't even know. You reached out and stroked its hairs gently and slowly let a smile adorn your face. "Well, I suppose that is true but," You let your hands wander to the hem of your shirt and pulled it off slowly, letting your breasts breathe again. Ew, just imagine that. Boobs breathing. Anyway. "I'd much rather do 'it' right now."
You can't be too sure but you think that if those eyebrows had a face, they'd be making the smuggest face ever. You wouldn't be mad though. I mean, how could you when oh god, oh god, ohhhh god, they're on your baby-maker again! You were so flustered you barely noticed that you'd been stripped of your panties in record time! And oh, wow, are you glad you shaved because nothing could compare to the feel of those lovely blonde strands tickling at your fully exposed skin.
You felt a breathy chuckle and at this point, you don't even try to comprehend how the fuck that's possible when they're just a pair of eyebrows because, god, if this is how eyebrows feel during sex then you're not sure you'd ever want to fuck a human again. You couldn't stand the restriction of your bra because although it's better with your shirt off, bras are still literal prison for your titties. You unhooked the clasps and let your boobs fall freely from its cage.
The eyebrows explored deeper into your lower region and rub themselves, nudging at your clit ever-so-slightly and it took all of your willpower not to just grab the damn thing and fuck yourself with them. You grabbed a breast in one of your palms, the other gripping at your sheets, and massaged it roughly. You arched your back as you felt one of the pairs slowly make its way into your hoo-ha. It wiggled slightly while inside to test the waters and you are so goddamn lucky this isn't your first time so you won't have to go slowly with this fucker.
After being given the okay, it slid itself deeper into your hole and slid back out and in and out and in and… "Ohhh, fuck!" You felt ashamed for moaning but you couldn't bring yourself to care too much when the other pair was poking at your asshole too.
"Y-you're not thinking of…" Oh, yes, they were. It plunged itself deep into your ass at the same time the other shoved itself into your pussy. "Ahhhh! Oh… my god!" Now both of your hands were gripping at your sheet, fistfuls of white cotton and your teeth were starting to break some skin from biting too hard on your lip.
They plunged in and out repeatedly, and methodically. Not mercifully, of course, but they still had a pattern at least. You felt yourself nearing your end soon and your screams probably said the same but you couldn't exactly think too well when your vagina and ass are being fucked out of your mind. You screamed, "I'm… I think I'm… Ahhhh!"
You gasped for air when you finally released and let your hand fall back onto your stomach. You were breathing hard and you probably looked like a mess but goddamn, you felt on top of the fucking world.
The eyebrows finally exited from both your holes, damp with… well, yeah. Damp. Okay, it's suddenly hitting you what you actually just did. Did you really just? What the fuck is? YOU JUST DID THE DIRTY WITH A PAIR OF EYEBROWS. AND ENJOYED IT.
As you struggled to come to terms with the actuality of your situation, the eyebrows hobbled on over and rested itself on your lap again. "Well, dearie, I have to say. If you ever want to do that again, I would most definitely oblige."
Is it possible to scream your sins away?
