PewDiePie Fan Fiction

PewDie cowered, holding the lantern out in front of him. The warm light barely cut through the inky darkness surrounding the Swedish man, casting frightening shadows across everything it did illuminate. A cold, howling wind whipped around him, slamming a door open. He laughed nervously, eyes darting around as the sound of scratching was heard all around him. With tentative steps, PewDie inched forward into the open room, approaching a nightstand next to a very comfy looking bed. PewDie carefully eased open the bottom drawer, taking the oil he found, and moved to the next one when…

The doors slammed shut and locked.

All around the Swedish man, the torches lit, making the room positively brilliant with warm, romantic light. Despite the romantic atmosphere, the Swede was positively freaking out.

"Oh my god, the Bro is here! I just know it," babbled PewDie, whimpering as he uncorked what he thought was a Sanity Potion. He downed it and was greeted with searing warmth that went straight to his groin instead of the usually cool breath that calmed his mind. He gasped, pressing a hand against his growing erection to no avail. The Swede let out a small moan, masking the footsteps that were walking towards him. A man was approaching him, clothes shimmering with a golden hue and his gait confident. With a gentle push, the stranger had PewDie sprawled on the bed.

PewDie's eyes snapped open, landing on a familiar man wearing Egyptian clothes, a sword in the holster. Involuntarily, the Swede let his eyes wander, mind racing. The man in front of him with his shimmery clothes and confident posture, seductive glint to his eyes and a knowing smirk gracing his full lips, was positively gorgeous and lust worthy, like sex personified. Then their eyes met and everything clicked into place, the Swede's eyes widened and glittered with joy.

"Stephano! Where have you been," PewDie shouted, pulling the human man down into a tight embrace. It was then that he realized that his erection was still completely evident, shoving his friend away and curling up to hide his aching hardness.

Stephano's knowing smirk widened into a grin, placing a knee on the bed and tilting the Swede's head up. The heat of the other's face and the juicy red lips tempted the Egyptian but he knew to take it slow. If he didn't, his friend would run and his fun would not take place that night.

"PewDie," Stephano said huskily, eyes filled with lust, "what are you hiding from me?"

Said Swede shivered, the others heavily accented voice coaxing a twitch from his hardened member, even though he had a girlfriend. Oh, she would not be happy about this. He nervously licked his lips, eyes darting around the lit room. No one else was there; he couldn't hear the Bro and the door was locked. It seemed like a puzzle where he had to do…. Stuff…. With Stephano….

And that just turned PewDie on even more.

"I-I'm not…. Not hiding anything Stephano…."

Stephano ran a thumb across his friend's wet lips, coaxing a delightful shudder from the man. His tongue darted out to the lick the thumb on his lips, eyes hazy with lust and confusion. PewDie felt slutty, legs spreading to reveal a large bulge in his denim jeans to his Egyptian friend. Eyes fluttering close, the Swede puckered his lips in an invitation to Stephano. He ached for the others lips on his own and the others skilled tongue in his mouth, the others hands all over his body…

The Egyptian teasingly ghosted his lips across the others in favor of kissing his sharp cheekbones. He heard his friend groan, tilting his head in a desperate attempt to connect their lips. Again, Stephano avoided the tempting, pleading lips to kiss PewDie's nose. He repeated the action of ignoring the delectable man's advances until he was pinned against the bed by said man.

"Stop teasing and just kiss me," PewDie panted, irritated and so very horny.

Stephano chuckled and reached a lithe hand up to tangle in the Swede's dirty blonde locks, pulling him down into a chaste kiss, no tongue and just lips. The moment their lips touched, PewDie forgot everything about his girlfriend and could only focus on the sweet, salty taste of the Egyptian's lips, like beer and wine mixed with something entirely Stephano. The Swedish man couldn't get enough, barely pulling apart for air during the duration of their long, passionate kiss. With great reluctance, Stephano pulled apart for well needed air, the other peppering kisses to his absolutely beautiful face.

"PewDie, what are you doing," Stephano asked, quirking a perfectly arched brow when the man started to take of his shirt, baring his pale, hairy chest to the Egyptian.

The Swede didn't reply, just tugged at the gold clothes that hid the others well toned body, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. His erection was growing painful, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but desperate release and Stephano. Panting hard, his grip on the others clothes grew needy, practically ripping the glittering clothes in half before his Egyptian friend finally complied to his obvious need, casually pulling off the silk shirt.

PewDie immediately connected their lips again, bare chests pressed together. The tongue that he shoved into Stephano's mouth was urgently met with the Egyptian's wet muscle, mirroring their chests. The Swede moaned, taking Stephano's hands and placing them over his pert nipples, desperately begging for contact. The Egyptian set to work, pinching the erect buds between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking the delicate, sensitive nipples. PewDie gasped, head tipped back as the firm, agonizing grip on his nipples whipped fire through his entire body, coaxing out moans that no one had heard before. Stephano let go of one nipple, replacing it with his mouth, teeth and tongue, teasing out so many different reactions; groans, moans, pleads, pants, yelps and begs.

"Nngh! Fuck, Stephano! It feels so good," PewDie moaned out, breathing labored.

Stephano chuckled, eyes hazy, "I think I'd rather fuck you, PewDie."

PewDie's eyes widened, member hardening even more at the all-too-real prospect of losing his ass' virginity to his best friend. But he really wasn't a friend as much as a friend-with-benefits-that-was-really-hot-and-needed-to-quit-doing-that-with-his-mouth-before-he-came-without-getting-that-thick-cock-in-his-ass.

As if Stephano had read his mind, he stopped suckling the nipple in his mouth, instead reaching down to undo that pesky button and annoying zipper. PewDie took over, shoving down his denim jeans and boxers, tossing them onto a creepily staring Mr. Chair. He faintly heard Mr. Chair grumble that he couldn't see but he was entirely focused on Stephano's hands, the ones that were slowly pulling off his silk pants, no boxers underneath. PewDie gulped when his friend's cock came into view, erect and very large, thick and long. He licked his suddenly dry lips, staring at the erection in front of him. Maybe it would feel like his velvety hardness and what could it possibly taste like? If it tasted half as good as his lips did, PewDie was sure he could suck on it all day.

The Swede shuffled back, bending over until his face was directly in front of the other's cock. He swallowed down his doubt and then licked the tip, surprised as a salty sweet taste pervaded his tongue. He looked up and locked eyes with Stephano, cocky grin still in place on his kiss-bruised lips. PewDie wanted that grin to morph into pants and mewls for more. His tongue wrapped around the head, eyes still locked with his Egyptian friend's, and let his lips join his tongue. The grin faltered a bit, spurring PewDie on. He sucked at the delicious cock, moaning around it. God, it tasted so good, the Swede thought, his eyes fluttering closed. He grew bolder, taking in a few more inches of the thick treat, no longer set on getting Stephano to beg but now focused entirely on the delectable taste. If he had known sucking Stephano's cock would taste this good, he would have done it earlier.

The Egyptian tangled his fingers in PewDie's dirty blonde locks, urging the other upward. With reluctance, the Swede pulled away, realizing his friend had also retreated, jumping off the bed and searching through his pack.

"What are you doing, Stephano?"

Said man turned around, holding a bottle of oil, and returned to his friend. Three lithe fingers were coated in oil and one was slipped into the Swede, who gasped at the sudden intrusion. PewDie whimpered, fidgeting as his inner walls tightened around the single finger inside of him. Stephano stroked him slowly, finger wiggling around inside him. Damn it all, he was the tightest Stephano had ever felt. He could just bury himself in that hot, tight orifice and pound away but he had at least enough sense to prepare his friend for his abnormally large cock. The Egyptian started to thrust his finger in and out, angling it in an attempt to find his prostate.

PewDie's back arched and his mouth opened in a silent moan. Oh my god, it felt so good! Was it supposed to feel this good? Stephano grazed that spot in him again, delighting in the moan that escaped him. The Egyptian had to go faster before he frankly exploded just from hearing those noises. Fuck him if PewDie wasn't the hottest thing right now, all sprawled out on the bed, head tossed back and mouth open to let out wild pants and pleads, body flushed and glistening as he pushed back on the three fingers filling him.

"Nngh… More Stephano… Harder, I like it fast, please more," PewDie panted out, aching for more.

Stephano started to thrust his fingers in and out at an alarming rate, pounding his prostate mercilessly. The Swede started to moan wantonly, still begging for more from his friend. In all honesty, he just wanted his thick, deliciously long cock inside him right then and there but the Egyptian was content with teasing all those reactions out of him, grinning when he heard his name come out in broken pants. Tears formed in the other's eyes, pleasure too much for him. PewDie needed that cock now!

"Fuck me, Stephano," the Swede shouted, tears streaming down his face. The Egyptian pulled his fingers out, causing the other to whimper at the loss, and slicked up his hard member with a generous amount of oil. The Swedish man paled, recalling how thick the other's member is, and gulped. Was that even going to fit?

Apparently Stephano knew how to make it fit because the tip slipped in with ease. PewDie let out a small moan before the Egyptian slammed his hips forward, sheathing himself in the virgin tightness. The Swede felt like he was being torn in half from the inside, even though his friend had carefully prepared him. He was in so much pain and his erection started to wane. His friend noticed and gripped the softening cock, stroking it as he rolled his hips, trying to find the spot that would drive him crazy. PewDie whimpered from the pain, gripping the sheets.

"Stephano, maybe you should pull out… We can just su- Ah! Fucking penis, yes!"

PewDie saw white when that bundle of nerves was rubbed, his Egyptian friend still rolling his hips against that magical spot. The Swede started to moan wildly. It was all worth it to be impaled by his thick rod for that pleasure. His blond head tipped back when the Egyptian started a series of shallow thrusts angled at his prostate, a cacophony of moans and pleads escaping his kiss bruised lips. He needed more; he needed it harder and faster. PewDie had wanted to badly to be fucked by his friend and now he couldn't get enough of the large cock inside him. He wanted to be covered with hot, creamy cum but not just any cum. He wanted Stephano's delicious seed in his mouth and ass and hair on his chest and back and face, everywhere. As long as Stephano was human, he would take that cock anywhere he could.

"Nn, fuck yes! Harder, faster," begged PewDie, pressing against the shallow thrusts, "fuck me harder!"

Stephano chuckled softly, the sound strained and husky with lust. His lithe hands gripped his friend's hips, starting a bruising series of thrusts. PewDie rocked against him, watching his Egyptian friend's eyes as they stared at the thick cock sliding in and out of the tight, no longer virgin, hole. He seemed mesmerized as fluid seeped out with every thrust, creating a slick, delicious friction. Even without being touched, PewDie was so close to coming. The strikes against his prostate grew brutal as Stephano neared the edge. The Swede reached down and stroked himself with both hands, eyes locked with the gorgeous gold ones above him, both pairs dark with lust. With another stroke of his thick member and slam against his prostate, PewDie's head tipped back and cum shot out in spurts from the darkened tip, decorating their chests with the sticky liquid.

The Egyptian let out a loud groan when the other tightened around him in his orgasmic state, practically swallowing his thick cock into the hole. His thrusts grew erratic, pounding in and out of the still deliciously tight orifice. So close, Stephano thought, so close! Just a few more thrusts… Just a few more…

"Nn! PewDie, fuck yes, Felix," Stephano shouted, slamming his hips forward as he came deep in the tight hole, seed leaking out around his large member. He shallowly thrusted, milking out the remaining seed. The Egyptian promptly collapsed on PewDie, delighting in the way the Swede's arms instinctually wrapped around, stroking his sweaty ebony hair with soft, equally sweaty hands. Dam it all, he was thickening inside him already. With a soft sight, he pulled out, grinning when his cum dribbled out of the hole as well. PewDie pouted his swollen lips when the Egyptian stepped away, cleaning himself off with a towel and donning his gold clothes. He took out his sword and smiled sadly at his new lover.

"This was fun. Thank you, Felix. And," Stephano hesitated and then finished quickly, "I love you."

When those words escaped his lips, a golden tint returned to his skin and hair, starting to shrink. His arms became stiff as he returned to his original position, kneeling down as he turned back into a statue, PewDie watching in shock. He bolted up and grabbed the statue, glaring into his tiny eyes.

"Bastard! Turn back into a human so I can kiss you and love you and be with you! You can't just fuck and leave, no, I don't work like that. I'm not someone who you lead on, fuck seven ways from Sunday and then leave for good! That's not going to happen, Stephano! I'm turning you back into a human for good," PewDie said, completely pissed that his friend had turned back into a statue.

"I'm sorry, Felix. The only way to change me back for good is a very complicated potion that takes weeks to brew, and that's if we find all the ingredients," Stephano huffed, gold tint darkening around his cheeks in a blush.

The man smiled and kissed the top of Stephano's golden head, whispering against it, "then I guess I'll be brewing it. Until then, you're going to have to lead me to the ingredients."

With a grin, Stephano pointed at a door with his sword and it unlocked with a click.

"Watch out for the barrels, PewDie… and we'll get through this just fine!"