imnotyopapi

[imnotyopapi]

I TALK A LOT OF SHIT WHEN IM DRINKIN BABY IM KNOWN TO GO A LITTLE TOO FASTTT

[imnotyopapi]

synopsis: a dinner date with the friend that you totally don’t have any feelings for going relatively unexpected.

fem reader - het romance

a bit nsfw

we’re nothing, we’re just friends, there’s nothing more than that and anything that were to be more than that is purely imagination, right?

fuck. yeah. i’m right.

he’s just the boy who parades my mind in the hours of the night i’m not thinking all too clearly, or the one i’m off with the daisy’s thinking about when work’s quiet, or the one where -

i don’t want him.

he’s invited me out to dinner and drinks tonight, it’ll be nice to wind down for once, it’s been a full on week with everything i’ve had going on. i’ll wear this gorgeous blue dress i got a while back, it should get some attention from him, i don’t want anything with him nor is anything to happen, i just like the thought of him gazing with those eyes. those fucking eyes. i’m getting distracted.

‘here comes the airplane’ and a piece of sushi between two chopsticks coming rapidly towards my face. fuck, he’s an idiot. but, i mean, he makes me laugh i guess? 3 bottles of wine down and shit, i guess we’re getting some more.

he starts talking, i don’t really know what about? he’s just saying a bunch of words i don’t quite understand, but i smile and nod anyways, it’s still interesting to me, and hell, i kind of want to keep hearing his voice.

i don’t know if it’s the alcohol in my system or if he looks both like a serial killer, and kind of fucking hot right now.

if i have to force myself to look somewhere else because i caught myself staring at him one more time, i’m going to lose my shit.

*A-Punk by Vampire Weekend starts playing in the background*

jesus christ! one hand, he lifts my chin up with his finger to make me look him in his eye, and the other, wrapped around my wrist, he’s pulling me up. ‘come dance, don’t be a bummer!’ he slurs. fuck it.

i have no clue how much time has passed, it feels like it’s frozen, and i want it to stay that way. he has no idea how to dance and i fucking love it. he spins me out, i reach my arm out, tilting back, and he spins me back in, and as i come in, his hand comes around my lower back and causes our hips to rub together. ‘bold.’, i say. i can’t really mutter much more than that because if there’s one thing this man can do, it’s catching me off guard. staring at my lips, i think he’s uncovered the anxiousness that was obvious by me biting them. ‘bold..’ he says to himself, and then i see him mouth ‘fuck it.’

he pins me up against a wall, one hand over my head, ‘you think that was bold?’, he leans in, with a dead expression in his eyes, i stutter, but i can’t get any words out. how does he reply to that? a smirk, a fucking smirk. this fucking man-

my hand pushes further against the wall mimicking the way he pushes his lips against mine, he pulls away by a matter of millimeters, his bottom lip dragging against mine, just for him to go in again.

i haven’t fucking ever been in this situation before, what the fuck do i do?

i slip a bit of tongue, and the tip of his tongue meets the end of mine, he pulls away to bite my lip, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth for a split moment, before we start making out again.

after what feels like a whole 10 minutes have passed, he finally leans back, i feel an exhale as he comes away, and both of us are completely out of breath.

i don’t want him.

oh, fuck it.

i pull him in by his belt and mimic every last fucking movement he did to me, the lipbite, the brush, every last fucking thing.

once i’ve backed off after another, what, probably 10 minutes he looks at me again with those dead fucking eyes.

he leans in towards my ear, and after a light nibble he whispers ‘that’s it?’ and he stands back for a moment.

‘give me a chance, anything you could want, or anything you fucking crave, it’s yours.’ he exclaims, loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear, but i don’t think he cares?

he looks at you with that fucking smirk again.

i don’t want him, there’s nothing between us.

yeah, there’s nothing. totally. we’re just friends.

i fucking hate this guy. let’s go.

[imnotyopapi]

life is roblox

[imnotyopapi]

*hey siri, volume 100%*

volume 100%

*hey siri, play ode to a conversation stuck in your throat*

[imnotyopapi]

its weird, really.

never spoken to you in that way but i’m running out of words to say to you.

we breathe the same air and thats simply the only characteristic we share.

2 sides of the same coin.

dusk comes for me as dawn to you.

its weird, really.

daedalus has warned me but i have to take that further step,

i want to get closer,

i need to get closer,

is it worth it,

for all i know ‘worth’ is a made up word,

good and bad,

duality,

yin and yang,

i dont know if anything is truly ‘worth’ it because in the end

the outcome is what the outcome has been destined to be

for the desired outcome is not always the result

subconcious does not desire an outcome

learn

grow

flourish

mistakes that we make

many of them

is everything not ‘worth’ it for experience good nor bad

[imnotyopapi]

who the fuck would write stu macher fanfics🫣

[imnotyopapi]

life’s a bitch and deaths a slut

death comes for everyone

and when it’s your turn

you’re fucked

[imnotyopapi]

the repetition of a dream where i wake with you

vice-versa

the distinguishable sunlight

after a long winter

a process of thoughts

i had truly unexpected

as fate is to decide

all roads to be connected

with a novel

with a pen

with the sunset

with the thoughts

i don’t quite trust yet

with charcuterie

reality i divulse

a cigarette

enkindled with impulse

the ash disembarks unto wind

a sear

imprinted to skin

two sinners can still love

in hell

a scar with a story to tell

a boy who’s in love with the speed

a girl who’s got bad self esteem

a boy who couldn’t care less

a girl who’s just far too obsessed

with the marks in her skin that she hates

the girl in the mirror

she sees is fake

a boy who tries to get her to listen

a girl in a shitty position

the pill to be mistaken for daughter

ripe like lamb to the slaughter

a boy who’s just riddled with trauma

a girl who’s just riddled with - fuck

romance, though fiction

gave me a glimpse as to what could

im not sure if i’m in love with the idea

or if i’ve misunderstood

for i am clumsy i do not know

if i fall to be physical

or metaphorical

to be in your arms

or entanglement in my mind

for as many ‘today’s as i am to have left

is a today you may hear

until my last breath

risk i may take

don’t care how inept

i will keep giving

my heart is your debt

[imnotyopapi]

Once, Twice and a Third

‘Shut your fucking mouth’

‘Make me’

You feel my hand slap against your face

It’s warm

It burns

You love it

I bend you over, put your hands behind your back and use the rope on the bedside table to bind your hands

‘I’ve had it up to here with your attitude, slut.’

‘Shut the fuck up’ you say, oh so playfully.

Let’s see how playful you want to be.

I drag you to the end of the bed, your head over the side.

You sit there, helpless, while I unbutton my jeans and unzip my fly, and you watch my rock hard dick emerge from my pants.

I grab your hair, it hurts a bit, but you like it.

‘I’ll make you shut up, trust me’

You open your mouth for me, because god knows your obedient for me.

You feel me enter your mouth, more and more, and you open wider, until you gag.

I smile, your eyes water.

I pull out of your mouth, and shove it back in.

Until you gag.

I smile, your eyes water.

Again.

Until you gag.

I smile, your eyes water.

Again and again and again, I fuck your throat relentlessly, watching your gorgeous makeup start to wash itself off down your cheeks with the tears from your hopeless watery eyes.

I pull out a bit more.

‘I’m done, stop it, I’m done’ you plead.

‘I’m not done. I’m not stopping until I’m done’

You shake your head, so I grab your head again and shove my entire dick down your throat.

It hurts, but you like it.

I’m balls deep in your throat, facefucking you, using you like my own little sex toy.

Until I feel that little tingle start to come up.

I get faster, you gag more, a bit worried that you’re going to throw up.

I don’t care.

Faster, and faster, and faster, until i slam your head down on me, and start to empty myself as deep in your throat as i physically can.

Now you’re an obedient little slut, you move your tongue around a little bit and try to suck more out just to make it feel better for me, and oh god does it feel good. I feel your throat closing in as you swallow every last drop.

I pull out and push you down on your bed.

‘You’re not fucking me, that was enough for tonight’, you demand.

I laugh.

I laugh a lot.

‘Who’s the one in control here’

All of a sudden, you’re not so demanding.

I slap you again, gotta put you in your place somehow.

Good thing I’m still hard, and good thing you’ve gotten wet from me using you, because I’m not going easy on you.

Immediately, i thrust in from nowhere, instantly balls deep in your tight little pussy.

You gasp, it feels amazing, but I’ve just hit your cervix, and it hurts.

What’s left of your cervix for the night anyways.

Pull out, thrust again, pull out, thrust again, pull out, thrust again.

I swear to god I’m thrusting so hard I can hear a sound when our pelvis’s collide.

You continue to tell me you’re done, so i wrap my hand around your throat and tell you we’re done when I say we’re done.

I keep the thrusting up for a bit with your legs over my shoulder for a bit, so I can get as deep as possible, until I decide I’m done with that.

I flip you over and push your face into the pillow, cuff both hands to either side of the bed, with your gorgeous ass right on display in front of me, I give it a couple of kisses, and slap it so hard there’s a welt of my entire hand on the back.

‘Wait right there’

I duck over to the bedside table and grab my belt, and fold it up.

‘Since you want to keep giving me attitude, and since you think you’re in control, let’s see about that’

Once with the belt

Twice with the belt

Three times with the belt

You’re begging me to stop, it’s pathetic

Four times with the belt,

Then you feel it,

I cram my entire dick in your pretty pussy from behind, my hand again pushing your face into the pillow.

It’s so fucking tight and warm, I’m probably not going to last much longer.

I keep the thrusting up for another half hour or so, smacking your ass a few more times in the process until it’s red raw.

You’re so sore, your face and ass from the slaps, and your throat and pussy from me exhausting them.

Don’t care.

I’m close.

The thrusting picks up, and you’re secretly happy it’s almost done, as tears roll down your face, you whimper

‘Please cum’

‘What was that, slut’

‘Fucking cum in me, please cum in me’

You know that’s my weakness

You little shit

That pushes me over the edge and you feel me swell up a bit inside of you and start to twitch.

‘Since you’ve been such a good girl for me, and let me get what I want, I’ll give you what you want’

Again, as deep as I can in that pretty pussy I start to empty myself. You feel the warmth filling you up, you feel every twitch, your tight pussy taking any last drop of my cum out of me, until you’re full of me.

You leak a little bit, which i get on my finger, and you lick off.

I take the cuffs off, and let you sit up.

‘Walk’

‘I can’t’

‘You want me to fucking do that again’

You get up off the bed, as do I, and you try to stand but your legs are shaking so violently you can’t stand without me holding your hands, and it hurts when you try to take steps. I let you lay back down and go to sleep.

You wake up later in the night feeling my tongue.

[imnotyopapi]

rain

it’s raining. not here, obviously, but in the movie. it’s fucking loud too and this theatre is empty apart from, what, 5 people up the front? basic romcom, couple in the movie kisses, fuck it, i’ll be cliche and do the ‘guy watching a movie with his girlfriend’ shit. i’ve been running my hand up and down your thigh the whole movie, even had my hand down your sweatpants for a hot minute, so what’s the harm? i do the classics like yawn, reach my arm over your shoulder, and lean in. you look at me, cute little surprised face you’re making, but your eyes lock on mine and you get a look of determination on your face. out lips meet, we let them get to know each other for a bit. i tuck your hair behind your ear, and rest my hand around your neck, you’re getting passionate with the kissing, it’s adorable. i’m about to let off and you bite my lip and give me a wink.

‘what’s that supposed to mean’

‘you’ll figure it out in a moment’

you pull the hair tie off your wrist, bundle your hair up and tie it up into a messy bun. couple strands hanging, good look on you.

i compliment you.

you tell me to shut up and watch the movie.

i do, i face ahead but out of the corner of my eye i see you get comfy and lean down.

i’m already solid, what are you trying to do?

you undo the button on my jeans, pull the zipper down and pull them down a bit, and rest your hand on me through my underwear.

jesus christ i’m fucking hard.

you run your hand up and down me for a while, til you pull my underwear down, exposing it.

i don’t see much, it’s dark, and i’m trying to pay attention to the movie, as per you, but i feel your hand wrap itself around the bottom of my dick, and i feel a sudden rush of euphoria as your tongue slowly guides itself from the base all the way up to the tip. then it happens. you take me in your mouth. it feels fucking amazing. so wet, so fucking nice. you use a bit of suction as you bob your head up and down on it, while moving your wrist to stimulate the rest of me, your hand moves off it for a second, and you try to force more in your mouth, but you gag about halfway in and give up on that idea.

you do this for a few minutes, the movie gets more difficult to concentrate on, as i feel myself getting closer. you feel my leg start to shake, and i moan your name under my breath, which leads to you picking up the pace. i feel it coming, it’s about to happen. i tell you to slow down so i don’t cum in your mouth but you just speed up and keep doing what you’re doing. i get a tingling feeling and all of a sudden, that’s it, i’m in heaven. you feel me start to twitch in your mouth and it starts to get warm, i’m gripping on my seat, trying to keep quiet as i feel myself just shooting in your mouth, and you’re not slowing down. it feels so good it almost hurts, and you just don’t stop. it feels like it’s been 5 minutes of me just sitting here in some kind of orgasmic heaven as i feel the last twitch come from myself, after which you squeeze the rest out with your hand into your mouth, lick up any that’s spilt, and put my underwear up and open your mouth for it to be completely empty.

i grab the back of your head and pull you in for another classic make out sesh, this time i bite your lip and tell you to wait until the movies over. the credit rolls about 5 minutes later.

it’s raining, for real this time.

i can’t see too much apart from trees and the white lines on the road lit by my headlights. my hand is up your thigh, as it was in the theatre. i move it up your thigh a bit and your breathing gets heavier. fuck it, came this far tonight, maybe i should return the favour.

i put my hand back down the sweatpants and just tease you through your underwear with my fingers. jesus. they’re damp already. someone got a bit of a rush from what happened before. there’s no point fucking around when you’re already this fucking wet. under the underwear we go. i slowly put my hand down until my middle finger meets that spot, the one i’ve gotta focus on. i tease again, just lightly sliding my finger up and down, which leads you to grab on my forearm and dig your nails into my arm to the point where i think i’m going to bleed. that’s fine. no fingers for you ma’am. i find a spot to pull over, go down a shitty side road and find the perfect spot. nice and isolated.

i look you in the eyes.

‘get in the back’

‘it’s raining’

‘get in the fucking back’

you abide these instructions, open your door, and into the backseat you go. i do the same.

i don’t waste anytime i’m getting your pants and underwear off, and i waste no time kissing the side of your neck. we do the whole makeout thing again, then i start working my way down, down your neck onto your chest. my lips meet your nipple. my tongue then meets your nipple. i put my hand around your neck, a bit tighter of a grip then i had last time. i graze my teeth against it, twirl my tongue and start lightly sucking on your nipple, all the while grinding up against you.

do it for a solid couple of minutes before someone starts pushing my head down, okay, fine. don’t want a tease, that’s alright.

my tongue goes straight to your clit, and i’m doing it fast straight away. your breath gets heavier, and this time i hear my name under your breath, i get why you enjoy doing this now. i do it faster, twirling my tongue around until i start flicking it up and down in a rhythm. this is it. this is what you like. i can tell from your breathing and the twitching in your leg. all of a sudden. you grab my hair and push my face down and start whimpering. everything gets a lot wetter a lot faster, and you’re thrusting yourself against my face, letting out the cutest moans i’ve ever heard. i keep going, and you try to push my head away, you wanna keep going, so will i. another 2 minutes, i hop off, wipe you up with some tissues i had. dress you, get you back in the front, and back to the hotel.

it’s raining, no, it isn’t. all the other paragraphs started with this so figured this should too.

dinners done, and we’re laying in bed watching the tv, when you decide to climb on top of me. i’m hard again, really? you straddle for a bit, get a bit of grinding going.

i know what’s happening.

we’re in a hotel now. with a big ass soft bed.

i know exactly what’s happening.

it’s all a blur, pants are off, clothes are off, we’ve given each other head again, and now im on top of you. good thing is, i dress well, i brought some ties. you stay put whilst i tie both your wrists to either side of the headboard.

i’m on top of you again, and the end of my dick is directly against your clit,

makeout, again, we do that a lot, don’t we?

you bite my lip.

i bite yours back.

you wink at me.

i wink back,

you smile at me.

i spit in your mouth and slap your cheek.

‘are you sure you want to do this?’ i ask

‘just fuck me already’

okay mrs needy.

‘if i fuck you you’re going to be taking it all. you know that right?’

‘yes sir’

i guide it down to your pussy, and slowly just start pushing the tip in, and your mouth, and eyes, both widen.

‘holy fuck, you are fucking tight’

‘been saving it for you’

and i’m about to ruin that, arent i?

slowly but surely, i get more in, i feel you stretch, your body growing to accomodate me being inside of you.

i pull out, and push myself back in, starting to get a bit of a pace going so i can push more in. about 3/4 in, you wince a bit. naw, i hit your cervix. that’s so cute.

and i’m about to ruin that, arent i?

you’re just staring me in the eyes as i keep thrusting in you, and you’re loving every fucking minute of it.

hands back around your neck, fingers around your throat with a grip that seems to make you wetter than you already were. i thought that was impossible.

it hurts. it’s your first time and i’m bashing your cervix, but the rush you’re getting, and the pleasure you’re getting, outweigh it to the point where you just forget about it.

and then it happens.

your legs wrap around my waist and pull me in, and you, no exaggeration, start making the loudest moans you possibly could. your legs are shaking, your eyes are rolling back a bit.

at the same time, i feel myself building up and i’m at the point of no return, and you can tell. you pull me in with your legs more and you feel me emptying myself into you, with every twitch, more warmth.

you got me off at the same time i got you off. that’s a nice stunt.

i keep fucking you just the way i was, your orgasm lasted longer than mine, but that’s fine.

let’s get a change of scenery, we’ve been in missionary for half an hour and i’m still hard, i’m not done with you yet.

‘i’m not done with you yet’

‘i’d hope not’

i untie your hands and grab your hand and we run out to the balcony.

i bend you over the edge of the rail, and you get a bit of rush. adrenaline, fear, lust. you’ve got the view of the whole city, you’re being bent over a balcony 100m above the ground, and you’re about to be railed. again.

i thrust, and you moan. same as before.

except this time, anyone could see us.

i bundle my hand in the messy bun you put up before, not that it’s much of a bun anymore, and pull your hair back as i just keep fucking you just like i was before.

i run my hands down your side, and smack your ass as i just continue to use your pussy as my own little sex toy. i pull your hair harder and your torso starts to go limp and you start shaking again.

i’m making you cum again, cute.

i go even faster as you scream my name so loud the whole fucking city could hear it.

i feel myself reaching my climax again, and you’re done with the whole sex thing now, so i get you on your knees on the balcony, and that’s where it happens again.

i don’t get to your mouth in time, and accidentally shoot my first load on your face, but i grab your hair and put myself in your mouth to finish.

i slowly move your head back and forwards, just using your mouth to cum in at this point. you struggle to swallow it all, and quite a bit spills.

you look so pretty with my cum on your face, don’t you?

we makeout, who would’ve thought.

both tired, after you wash your face, we get ourselves back into bed.

i fell asleep with my head between your legs, i guess i got too tired and tried to go down on you one last time.

you fell asleep playing with my hair.

tomorrows going to be even better.