ladymoody

[ladymoody]

Can u please do a sumt with like Lorenzo Berkshire amd hes our bsf and we catch him yk rubbing one off to us

i apologize for my inactivity! sorry for responding late. found this in my drafts and thought i’d post it

FRIENDLY VACATION

lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings: +18 content, childhood best friends concept, jerking off, mention of blood, swearing, fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected rough sex, creampie, dirty talk.

word count: 1,8k

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I started arranging my stuff in our hotel room as soon as we arrived in Los Angeles. The atmosphere here was so different from where Enzo and I came from. 

Lorenzo and I have been friends for years… since middle school. We grew up together, and we can’t really stay away from each other. Lately, we have gotten closer, but not emotionally – I’ve noticed Enzo looking for physical touch more than usual in these past years, and I don’t really complain. I have to admit that he’s grown hot, and I enjoy his touch in a less innocent way. That’s why we went on vacation together. We sort of wanted to explore those new feelings. 

“Have you seen my boxers?” He asked.

“I saw you putting them in the wardrobe.” 

I watch him walking across the room, shirtless, his muscular back on full display. Something between my legs started throbbing. 

“Yeah, you were right.” He said while folding them.

“I’ll go to check the balcony’s view,” I said as I walked towards the window. I reached for the rail and looked around me, noticing how beautiful the seaside was. 

There was the sea, calm and welcoming, and the wind blowing cool summer air as the sun set. A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind, and I knew too well whose hands those were. 

“Wanna go to the beach later?” Enzo asked. 

“We shall have dinner first.” 

“It’s only six, though. I’d like to enjoy this new place with my best friend.”

“Well, alright then. Go back inside and get into your swimming trunks.”

Enzo smirked against my neck and rushed back inside as I waited for him on the balcony. Once he was done, I joined him in our hotel room.

He sat on a nearby armchair and rested his arms behind his head. "Are you gonna get changed too or...?"

"Yeah, I'm already wearing my bikini," I replied as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Maybe I was wrong, but I could swear I saw his jaw dropping for a second at the sight of my boobs in that swimming bra.

I kept on removing my clothes until I was only left in my biniki. "I'm ready," I announced.

Enzo looked like he was too stunned to speak – his eyes scanned my body from head to toe, lingering on my chest and legs more than necessary. 

“Nice… huh… bikini,” he said. I smiled in return for his compliment. 

I grabbed my beach bag and put on my glasses, but Enzo stopped me. He quickly stood up and grabbed my arm. “Uhm, mind if I join you later? You go, I need to arrange my things from my suitcase.”

I looked confused for a second, but I knew how tidy and organized Enzo was, so I just nodded. “Sure, be quick.” I grabbed my bag and my beach robe before leaving the hotel room. 

I walked to the elevator and pushed the button.

Once I was in the hotel hall, I headed towards the exit and pushed the door open. The sky’s colors were mesmerising – the perfect mix of orange, blue, and pink. I wondered how long it would take Enzo to join me. After all, it was his idea to have a swim at this hour. 

I finally arrived at the beach, my feet merging in the warm sand as the weak sun’s rays kissed my skin. I laid my beach tarp and opened my bag to grab my sunscreen. There, I realized that I had forgotten it in the hotel. 

“Oh fuck…” I picked up my phone and texted Enzo, but he didn’t respond. I huffed loudly and packed my things and went back to the hotel, at least to make sure he was alright. 

Once arrived at our room, I rolled the knob and opened the door. On the bed was lying Enzo, moaning, toilet paper next to him, and a picture of me on his phone. I accidently gasped when I spotted his hard and leaking dick in his hand. 

Enzo gasped too and tried his best to hide what he was doing, but it was already too late. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. “Lorenzo, what the fuck?!”

“I was… I wasn’t… I…” He stuttered. I grabbed his phone and saw myself on the screen again. He was jerking off. He was getting off to ME. A part of me was disgusted by this sudden dirty behavior, especially from someone whom I had grown up with, but another part of me was surprisingly amused and… turned on?

“Enzo, pull the sheets off,” I demanded. But did I want to humiliate him or see his dick again?

He hesitated but eventually accomplished. He uncovered his cock, which stood erect and proud, and I’m sure Enzo blushed. 

I automatically bit my bottom lip. The sight was turning me on more than expected. I sat down on the edge of the bed and stuck my hand out to stroke it. Enzo’s eyes widened absurdly, before closing almost completely at the pleasure. He surrendered almost immediately, bucking his hips into my hand as I pumped his erection. He gripped the sheets and groaned. 

“Oh my god… Yes, baby…”  he whimpered and I smirked. I was giving him what he wanted. 

I leaned in and kissed his neck, making him whimper louder. I placed sweet, yet heated, kisses on his jaw before finally arriving at, his lips. He kissed me hard, his hands grabbing my hips instantly, pulling me flush against him. I landed on him, his dick pressed against my stomach. I smirked again and bit his lip to draw a little blood so I could suck on it. He pulled my hair and made me yank my head back, which gave him room to suck on my neck too. He left a few hickeys before pulling away and staring at his work proudly. 

“Enzo…” I panted.

“Shh, you are driving me crazy…” he groaned before silencing me with a hungry kiss. We kept smooching for a while until his hand slid inside my thong and cupped my now wet pussy. 

“So wet for me already, baby?” He teased against my neck as he bit my earlobe. 

“I am… Maybe I need someone to help me with it…” I decided to tease back. His grin on his face got wider and inserted two fingers inside my hole. “Ahh!” I moaned.

“Yes… Louder.” 

“Enzo! Mhh!” I gripped the headboard.

“Want me to go faster? Want me to hit it just right?”

I nodded, too blissful to speak. 

He started pumping his fingers extremely fast, making quick wet noises. Suddenly, I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away, missing that sensation immediately. Though I wanted something bigger in there.

It was like he could read my mind as he licked his fingers clean, then teared my thong off before doing the same with my bra. In one skilled motion, he rolled on top of me and settled between my spread legs.

“You’re a dirty girl.” He caressed my bottom lip with his thumb.

“Says the one who I caught getting off to my pictures.” 

Enzo chuckled almost humorlessly before diving in. His dick felt heavenly — my warmth wrapped around immediately and he started pounding into me with force. It was smooth since he had already gotten me drenched with his long fingers. 

My hands rested on his back, both to guide his movements and to hold onto something. 

“Oh my god… Y/n, you feel amazing…” He groaned. I dig my nails into his back, causing him to bite my neck hard. His hips pistoned into me at almost a punishing pace, as if he was trying to prove a point. He soon hiked my legs higher on his hip to go even deeper.

“Ah! Enzo… It’s big…” I cry out. 

But Enzo didn’t slow down. Instead, he went harder. He began to fuck me so hard that I struggled to keep my eyes open, each thrust sending incredible waves of pleasure through both of us. His breathing got more ragged as he leaned down to kiss me aggressively, yet passionately. 

“Is this what you like? Hard and rough sex?”

“I… I’m coming…” I managed to pant. 

“Let it all out, let me feeling your cunt squeezing my cock…”

And at those blunt words, I let go. I cried out and scratched his back, which made him have his orgasm right after mine. He let thick ropes of cum flll my insides, not caring if I was or wasn’t on birth control. 

He rolled off me and pulled me against his side, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Wow…”

I chuckled softly at his romantic gesture, and he chuckled too. But the cute moment was soon ruined by the hotel wired phone ringing. Enzo huffed before reaching out for the phone on the night stand. 

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Mr. Berkshire, room 142? We have received complaints for loud and inappropriate noises from room 143, 144, 205, and 206.”

[ladymoody]

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[ladymoody]

hi cutie!! i saw that you wrote for tate langdon, would it be possible to have a tate langdon fic where he's alive and it's basically about him on the track team and then having sex with his gf in the locker room showers? <3

have a great day and i love your writing!! <33

hi gorgeous! i’ve been quite inactive recently on tumblr and just i saw your request. first of all, thank you so much ♡︎ i appreciate it α lot. unfortunately, i do not write about tate anymore, i don’t know where you read that from (if you’re referring to my old account, well, it’s my old account bc i don’t write about tate anymore!)

i didn’t want to ignore your request, but i don’t think i’ll be writing about tate any soon. in case i’ll ever do it in the future, i’ll let you know if you comment below so i know who you are ♡︎

so sorry!

[ladymoody]

[ladymoody]

hello everyone! i’ve recently watched sinners and my obsession with jack o’connell came back…

[ladymoody]

helloo I'm so happy you're back :)) can you write a fanfic about morning s3x with Theo? like we are dating and yn is horny

YOUR GF WANTS YOU

theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, swearing, blowjob, fingering, pussy eating, cum

word count: 1k

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I woke up at dawn, the birds were singing outside our apartment, and Theo was sleeping peacefully next to me. It was our routine since we had moved in together. Theo and I had been dating for two years, and I knew he was planning on proposing to me soon — a month before I found the engagement ring hidden in his phone's box, but I never told him to not ruin the surprise. 

What kind of boyfriend was Theo? Well, the best a woman could ask for. He had always treated me like a princess — his princess — and spoiled me from the very beginning. 

He was the kind of man who didn’t just love his woman — he adored her. To him, I was his queen, his muse, his entire world. He spoiled me not only with gifts and affection, but with deep attention. He worshipped my body with the same reverence he gave my heart — kissing every inch like it was sacred, holding me close like he was afraid to ever let go. He made me feel beautiful, desired, and safe, like I was the most precious thing he had ever known. Whether it was running his hands along my skin, whispering sweet words in my ear, or making love to me after a long day, his love was both gentle and passionate. 

That morning, I rolled over, the sheets falling slightly from my body and exposing my lingerie. I snuggled up to Theo, who was lying shirtless next to me, lips parted slightly, breath slow and even, completely unaware that I’d been watching him for the past few minutes.

He looked so sexy like that, and I couldn’t help but get turned on. I remember I was ovulating in that moment, and Theo was exactly what my body craved. I couldn’t help but smile. There was something about how peaceful he looked, how unguarded, that made my heart ache a little in the best way. But I didn’t stay still for long.

I reached out, letting my fingers drift across his chest — just the lightest touch, like I was afraid to break the quiet. He shifted a little, but didn’t wake. I leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, then another just below his ear. But still nothing.

I grinned to myself and let my hand wander lower, playing at the edge of the blanket. My touch stayed light, deliberately slow — not enough to wake him, but enough to tempt. A quiet sound escaped his lips, rough and low, and I nearly laughed.

“Already dreaming about me?” I whispered, lips brushing against the warm skin of his neck.

He stirred again, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before his eyes even opened. His voice was gravelly with sleep when he murmured, “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.”

I chuckled in response before teasing his skin with a few more kisses. “Your girlfriend wants you, Theo…” I whispered, my voice low and seductive.

He grinned, his eyes shut closed again. “Woke up all wet and eager?” 

“You know me, baby.” I started trailing kisses lower, from his neck to his chest, to his stomach. 

“Who am I to neglect my woman?” He moved his arms behind his head and sat up slightly to watch me. I disappeared under the white sheets as I kept kissing his body. Once reached his boxers, I bit their elastic band and pulled them down with my teeth, which had Theo already making satisfied sounds.

His dick stood up immeditely, aching to be touched, so I softly stroked it with my fingers. I licked the tip, which was already leaking precum, and Theo moaned. “Oh, baby! Stop the teasing and take me into your mouth… Let me fuck your throat.”

I smirked against his erection and did as he said. I sucked it all until he was balls deep into my warm mouth. “Y/n! Oh, baby… Yes!” He bucked his hips upwards, trying to get even deeper. I’ll admit I gagged slightly — his dick is the biggest I had ever had, but god if it didn’t feel good. 

“Baby… Sweetheart…” He whimpered as he neared his climax. I knew he was so close, so I started pumping his length with my hand and squeezing his balls with the other. His eyes widened as he grabbed my hair almost painfully before letting out his white seed into my mouth. I swallowed obediently as I finished sucking, surrending to his touch. I liked it when he was dominant like this.

I looked up at him before pressing my lips against his, sharing a quite sloppy kiss as he tasted himself. 

“You did so well, baby… Now lie down and spread those sexy legs for me, will you?”

I smirked, already knowing what he wanted to do. I lay down and slid my panties off before opening my legs just like he asked. He immediately jumped on me and started kissing my neck like a starving vampire, then moved lower like I had done with him before. He kissed my body like a temple, worshipping every inch and praising me with love and passion. He reached my inner thighs and kissed with care, then moved to my calves and eventually kissed my ankles. He went back up and dived into my pussy without warning. 

At the sudden wave of pleasure, I cried out. “Theo!” But he only grinned against my core, letting his tongue slither past my folds and his thumb skillfully working on my clit like a DJ with his remixes. 

I gripped his hair and pulled it with force, trying to both guide his movements and hold onto something. 

“Theo… Slow down for a second… I can’t…”

“Shh, let me work…”

I moaned louder, convulsing on the mattress as my boyfriend didn’t show any sign of giving me a break. 

“Theo! I’m so close!” I screamed. Theo pushed two fingers into my hole. That was enough to push me over the edge. As he realized I was having my orgasm, he inserted a third finger to make my pleasure last longer. 

“Oh my good god…” I panted as Theo finally slowed down and removed his fingers, creating a popping, wet sound. 

“I’m not done with you, yet…” He said as he crawled back to me, his face dirty with my juices. He unclasped my bra…

// part two?

[ladymoody]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ˚ ABOUT THE AUTHOR

• she/her, intj, slytherin ⚯͛, gemini ☉ taurus ☾ virgo ↑

• my FAVORITE MOVIES are: evil dead (2013), the maze runner (the death cure), split, lolita, 8 mile, marrowbone, harry potter and the half blood prince, valerie and her week of wonders, priscilla, lights out, the corpse bride, the shining, that's life, nowhere boy

• my FAVORITE TV SHOWS/series are: skins and the queen’s gambit

other information? I like the colors violet and pink, and writing (stories or poems). you can call me kiki ♡︎

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[ladymoody]

I'M BACK

hello everyone! I took a break without saying anything... and I'm deeply sorry for that. by the way, I'm back again and can't wait to start writing for you! I had a look at my inbox and found many requests I never replied to... they're mostly from last year and I don't know if I should reply now because I'm afraid it'd be a little awkward

+ UPDATE: i've changed my theme from purple to pink

[ladymoody]

SATURDAY NIGHT

lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings: +18 content, childhood friends concept, teasing in public, explicit and suggestive language, dirty talk, v rubbing, blowjob, p in v penetration (unprotected), creampie, cum in general.

word count: 3,7k

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the clock struck 8pm. I won’t lie saying I wasn’t nervous, because I was, I was very nervous.

my parents had recently become in touch with enzo’s parents again after 5 years of no communication, so now I was getting ready in my room to hang out with them.

enzo and I met when we were kids. he was slightly older than me but we were both in elementary school. our parents immediately became friends so we started hanging out quite often.

enzo had always been very sweet with me but also a pain in the ass. since we were kids, we often argued and we almost even hit each other once. though, I cared about him and I guess he cared about me too. through time enzo and I grew up and became distant — we stopped playing together and we began to hang out once every two months at best.

once we started high school, we lost touch and so did our parents.

I often thought about him. I quite missed his presence as he had filled a good part of my childhood memories. the only thing I had left of him was a necklace he got me the last time we hung out — it had a little swan as a charm and I was completely in love with it. I found myself touching it every now and then, in an attempt to feel enzo’s presence with me again.

“y/n! are you ready, honey?” my mom called out from outside — she was already in the car.

“I’m coming!” I said out of the window, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

I glanced at myself in the mirror one more time to check if I looked good. I didn’t know why, but I felt the need to look good. then I grabbed my purse and headed out fidgeting my house keys.

once outside, I closed the door behind me, I locked it, and then I spotted my parent’s car. I saw my father looking at me up and down through the window, his gaze not much approving of my outfit — I was wearing a fancy black dress, elegant and delicate. it was quite long, but not too long, and had a wide neckline that showed my cleavage and my boobs which perfectly sat there.

I approached their car and got in. “hi.”

my father sighed, almost sounding like he grunted. my mom, on the other hand, turned around and smiled at me. “are you excited?”

“a bit, yeah.”

“enzo will have turned into a handsome man by now, don’t you think?” she teased.

“mom.” I warned.

“just saying.”

my dad started the car and I put my headphones on, ready to get lost in my fantasy world as I watched the real one out of my window.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I did feel something odd in my stomach… like butterflies? impossible. enzo and I had only been friends and nothing else. besides he wasn’t even my type — for what I could remember from the last time we met. I sighed and accepted the fact the hangout would have been quite awkward.

(skip time)

my dad pulled over and we all got out of the car. the light of the streetlights surrounding me caught my attention, making me look up and see the dark sky of the night. I loved that feeling.

“cover up.” my dad walked past me looking down at my cleavage. I knew my dress wasn’t so appropriate, but I didn’t have many dresses in my closet.

I grabbed my purse and closed the car door before following my parents into the bar where my and enzo’s parents agreed on meeting.

the bar from the outside looked really good — there were a few glass tables and small dark red armchairs probably made of velvet. there were some people already, drinking and chatting, and enjoying each other’s company. the dim lights were placed on the tables, followed by some candles as well, creating a cozy and elegant atmosphere for the whole bar.

my parents walked in first, making me snap back to reality. I followed them inside, realizing the big moment had come. my eyes lazily roamed over the room scanning it to spot enzo and his parents, but they weren’t there yet. we decided to get back out and sit at one of the tables outside that I had previously spotted. as we settled down, my mom spoke.

“are you nervous?”

in the meantime, I calmed down. I mean, it was just a reunion, right?

“I’m fine, actually.” I replied nonchalantly, both because it was a bit true, and because I still needed to convince myself of it.

(skip time)

I looked at my watch on my left wrist, which showed it was already 9:45pm. the meeting should’ve been at 9:30, but I let out a huff.

before I could complain to my parents, who were busy on their phones, my attention shifted to the three figures approaching us from afar — enzo and his parents.

his mom and dad still looked the same, slightly older, obviously. and enzo… wait, that was enzo? he looked way taller than the last time, his hair was still brown but he had changed haircut as it seemed more like a sort of mullet with a few strands falling down on his forehead, he was grinning and looking in our direction as he got closer, making me appreciate his outfit as well — his black t-shirt amazingly hugged his torso, highlighting his abs and chest, long black pants fell down his legs matching his t-shirt, and the shoes as well, but not his belt which was brown and silvery.

oh my goodness.

I would’ve said it wasn’t him, but the way he was smirking with his eyes made me recognize him without a doubt. that was my childhood friend lorenzo berkshire.

“my god, hi.” my mother stood up hugging enzo’s mom. my father stood up too, saying hi to his dad and shaking his hand. enzo stared at me as I stared at him back. he nodded as if he wanted to say hi to me as well, and I smiled in return.

“you grew up so much!” my mom caressed enzo’s cheek, making him slightly blush. enzo glanced at the ground, trying his best to seem polite in dodging my parents’ touching. after that, enzo’s parents’ attention turned to me, admiring how I had grown up as well. (I will let up on this for your sake).

we all sat down around the table, the seats felt so comfortable. my and enzo’s parents started talking, happy to finally meet each other again, as enzo looked at me — I felt his eyes wandering on my figure so much that it seemed like his gaze was burning my skin. after a couple of seconds, I looked up, seeing his eyes, which shifted quickly from my cleavage to meet mine. I smiled and he smiled back, rubbing the back of his head. as he did so, I could finally have a better look at his silver bracelet that made his wrist look delicate and sexy.

“hey.” he broke the silence, he was sitting right next to me.

“hi.” I said back, eyeing him up a bit.

“how’s your life going?” he asked as he propped his head on his hand and turned his attention to me.

“good, good… yours?”

“same.” he eyed me back up, scanning my figure in my tight dress. his tongue licked his upper lip subtly.

our conversation went going for half an hour and it was totally awkward. not because enzo and I had nothing to talk about, but because I kept feeling his gaze on me all the time — every single movement I did, even the slightest, he looked. to finally break the moment was enzo’s mother.

“you grew up so much… I still remember you playing with my enzo at the playground.” she said with a hint of nostalgia in her voice. I smiled at her words. she had always been so sweet.

in the meantime we had already ordered our drinks — enzo had ordered some martini and I had decided to get the same. the bartender brought the beverages to us a few minutes later and we started sipping them as I kept sharing words with enzo’s parents.

“do you have a boyfriend now?” enzo asked me. his voice had lowered a bit not to let our parents hear us too much as they began to talk to each other once again, shifting their attention away from us two.

“no. do you have a girlfriend?”

“no.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I couldn’t understand why, but I felt relieved by the news of him still being single. I felt… possessive over him? as we kept chatting I couldn’t help letting my eyes fall on his hands several times as he gestured while speaking, even his hands grew up with him — they were veiny now, bigger than the last time we saw each other, and each finger had at least one ring.

“you sure you’re single? no guy drooling over you?” he said out of the blue, his eyebrows furrowed, interrupting the speech he was giving a few seconds before.

“yeah, I’m sure. what’s wrong?” I chuckled.

“I hardly believe a pretty thing like you hasn’t got a nice boyfriend.”

“well, guess what...” I sarcastically spoke and we both laughed.

but then he suddenly stopped, becoming all serious as his eyes stayed on me. I looked at him with a confused expression and I calmed down, finishing to laugh as well.

“I’m glad to hear that. you’re still my friend, aren’t you?” he spoke lowly, marking the word ‘my’ with his voice while his hand wandered on my bare thigh.

I nodded, not understanding what was happening. his touch gave me shivers.

he backed up, now fully focusing on my parents who started asking him questions, yet his hand stayed on my thigh — his thumb caressed my skin every now and then as his other fingers squeezed it.

I didn’t know what to think of it but I definitely enjoyed his touch and I didn’t want him to stop whatever he had in mind.

(skip time)

as the night went on, we all found each other more comfortable than at the beginning. but for each passing minute, enzo’s hand slid upper and upper. suddenly, when I was chatting with his father, his hand touched the hem of my dress, tugging at it, and slightly sneaking under the fabric to brush against my panties.

I tried to hold back a gasp, but I couldn’t do anything with the light blush that spread across my cheeks. I tried to push his hand away, but the harder I tried, the further he went until he completely felt my panties under his fingers.

enzo abruptly pulled his hand away, stood up, and he spoke to his and my parents.

“I’m going to smoke.” he picked up his lighter with his right hand while his left one still wandered in his pocket to find the pack of cigarettes.

“your father and I told you to quit, lorenzo.” his mother intervened.

“I will, I promise.” he grinned as he walked away to find a place to enjoy his cigarette.

“would you fancy keeping him company?” his mother changed her tone, sounding sweeter as she spoke to me.

“sure.” I nodded excitedly, hinting a smile as I stood up to follow him. 

I made a little run to reach him, and he slightly turned back but once he spotted me with the corner of his eye, he drew his attention back in front of him.

“your parents let you smoke?”

“I ain’t a kid anymore, aren’t I?” he replied with a cocky smirk. “but they don’t like when I do it.”

I nodded as silence fell between us again and we headed behind a wall, I leaned my back against it and enzo stood in front of me.

“you still have the necklace I got you when we were kids?” he noticed, gazing at my cleavage.

“yeah.”

“it looks good on your boobs.”

“excuse me?”

“I said it looks good with your hoops. your earrings.” he said, but I swore I had heard something else.

“you think they match?”

“yeah.” I could tell he was not staring at my necklace, but he was looking a little lower. though, I decided not to push it further and we kept chatting for a bit until he finished his cigarette.

“did I tell you I’ve got myself a car?” he said, lifting his eyebrows.

“no, you didn’t.. have you really?”

“yup. wanna see it?”

“ ‘course.”

he tilted his head in the direction of his car and looked at me before we started walking. “I drove my parents here.” he boasted a bit.

“damn, you’ve really grown into a gentleman.” I complimented him, being a bit sarcastic. but he was indeed a gentleman, a sexy gentleman if I might say.

we walked a few more meters before approaching his gorgeous dark red car.

“wow…”

“the insides are even better, come on.” he said as he picked up his keys and threw them up in the air, before catching them with a smooth movement and making his way to open his gem.

“it won’t bite you.” he said as he got into the driver’s seat. I smiled and got in as well.

I admired the insides and as he said, they were indeed beautiful and looked quite luxurious.

“did you pay a lot of money for this gem?”

“uhm… let’s just say that I worked hard for it.” he smirked, leaning against the seat.

“wanna spice this up a bit?” he suddenly suggested as he moved his head to face me. his eyes fell on my cleavage for what seemed like the millionth time that night, before shifting back on mine.

“spice this up?” I echoed slightly confused, tilting my head towards one side. though I knew what he meant by that, I just enjoyed playing dumb.

“yeah, with some music.”

“uhm, sure, why not.” I smirked and he turned the radio on.

(I recommend playing this while reading)

“I like this song.” I spoke.

“yeah?” he spoke back, staring at my lips. I smirked to myself as I noticed how he was not concentrating on what I had just said at all.

“mh-hum.” I nodded as I shifted completely on my seat, facing him with my body as well. I gazed at his lips too.

“would you like to know an interesting fact about this car?”

“yeah.”

“well, it’s soundproof.”

and there I did 2+2. I knew what he had in mind and he was planning on it from the real beginning.

“soundproof, mh?” I smirked. “and how is it useful to you?”

his smirk got wider as he leaned in and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“you’ve grown into a really gorgeous woman, you know that?” he looked at me with a darker gaze, his voice slightly above a whisper.

“I saw you swinging your hips and showing off your little ass as we walked. I immediately understood the innocent little girl I once knew was completely gone.”

my eyes widened for less than a second, before turning back seductive as I listened to him.

“and that little girl, who’s now a menacing woman, enjoined my previous playing on her thigh, didn’t she?” he continued,  his smirk never leaving his face.

“you were crazy for doing that in front of our parents.”

“you didn’t complain.”

“I tried to push your hand away.”

“you didn’t try hard enough.”

“how do you know that?”

“because I know damn well you liked my fingers on your skin, squeezing it and slowly going upwards. I could feel that you were into it… your panties were soaked, doll.”

I sighed. continuing to pretend would’ve been useless. I almost jumped on him, my hands finding his jaw as I held his face close enough to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. he happily wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap as he kissed me back. our lips moved so passionately that I moaned every other second.

“fuck, baby… that was what I wanted…” he panted between kisses.

“you taste so good…” I moaned.

“let’s keep kissing then…” he groaned back as we heavily made out. his hand slipped under my dress, finding my drenched panties once again. he rubbed my pussy against the fabric, making me squirm on him, and let out desperate yet muffled moans against his lips.

“fuck… you are completely soaked.” he panted after his hand slid into my underwear — his middle finger rubbed my folds at a slow and sexual pace.

“ughh— mhh..” I clang onto him, my nails dug into his shoulders.

enzo pulled his hand away, leaving me needy of his touch, before starting to kiss me again. I kissed him back as my hand glided from his lower chest to his belt, and then I tugged at it, making him chuckle.

“someone’s impatient?” he teased, leaving some lazy kisses on my jaw.

I hummed in response, backing up enough to give room to my hands and undo his belt. enzo bit his bottom lip.

he lifted his hips up to let me pull his pants down, but without warning, I took his boxers off as well. he let out a low gasp, followed by a groan as he saw his hard cock popping out and standing right there for me. I smirked and immediately crawled back to my seat, before bending over and kissing his tip.

enzo threw his head back and shut his eyes, while my hand stroked his erection up and down and my mouth sucked on his leaking tip.

“ohh just like that…” he grabbed my hair, pulling it almost painfully, and forced me to go all my way down. I slightly gagged but quickly got myself together as I sucked on his dick completely, my lips touching his balls.

I could feel my throat giving me signals that I needed to pull out, but I couldn’t, I was making enzo feel too good.

“ughh! mhh— baby!” he jerked his hips upwards, trying to meet my movements.

I kept going for some minutes until I heard him groan and moan underneath me, so I understood he was getting close. I fastened my pace, trying to satisfy his needs, and in a matter of seconds, he spurted his seed down my throat.

“swallow… go on… swallow…” he encouraged me, panting heavily as he pulled my head back and watched me swallow his cum. I looked at him, not breaking the eye contact as I tasted him on my tongue, meanwhile, he watched me with an arrogant, yet affectionate gaze as his seed dripped down the corners of my mouth.

“backseat. now.” he smirked and pecked my lips, tasting himself on them. I happily moved into the back of the car, laying down on the seats as I watched him do the same thing and lay on top of me.

“you’re so beautiful… you’ve grown so well… fuck…” he groaned kissing my neck like a starved man — but suddenly he pulled away and his hands rushed on him to pull down his pants and boxers fully.

I bit my lip at the sight and in the meantime, I helped him taking his shirt off. he smirked, enjoying how I was as eager as him, and once his clothes were out of the way, he helped me undress as well.

“open up…” he arrogantly spread my legs, making me wrap them around his waist as he lined up against my core. “mhh…” I let out, my nails already digging into his back as I pulled him close to me.

“so wet… I bet you’re so tight too…” he said as he rubbed the tip of his erection back and forth against my folds.

“why don’t you go ahead and see yourself?” I teased him, smirking as I stole him kisses.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard.” he said, his teeth clenched.

suddenly he thrust in. I let out a moan mixed with a gasp as I felt my walls adjust to his size. He hissed, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he slowly started to grind his hips against mine.

“fuck, baby… ohh god…” he groaned in my ear — his thrusts becoming more and more urgent.

I knew our parents were wondering where we were or what we were doing, but enzo’s dick was all I could focus on at that moment. I felt it throbbing inside of me, eager to hit every good spot and make me come undone underneath him.

“ugh— keep going!” I encouraged him as I dug my nails into his back, scratching his skin and making enzo suck in air through his teeth multiple times.

my moans only fueled his hunger, his willingness to come inside of me, and I couldn’t help but give them to him all the time as he pistoned fast and hard. we didn’t worry about using a condom, we didn’t think about it and we didn’t even discuss it — we were too lost in the moment to mention that. I knew I wasn’t on birth control, but my paranoia could’ve waited. enzo was more important.

“ohh, baby! I’m close… please…” his eyebrows furrowed in a blissful expression, letting me know he was indeed getting close.

as his thrusts became more uneven, I began to realize I was getting close too. he was going rough, maybe too rough for me to handle him, and I could feel my body burning due to his harshness, but then I felt it. I felt my orgasm coming.

“enzo!” I cried out, arching my back and throwing my head against the seat. my juices coated his dick, which spurted his hot seed a few seconds later.

enzo grunted in my ear, altering incoherent murmured praises to desperate whimpers. “ohh— baby… god…” he moaned.

I chuckled, my hands caressing his back in a soothing manner.

“you okay?” he asked me, leaving a sweet kiss on my jaw.

I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile and he smiled back.

“we should probably get back to our parents…”

“we should.” he smirked. “but they can wait a little more…”

[ladymoody]

THE MORNING AFTER

mattheo riddle x fem!reader

warnings: +18 content, dom!mattheo, mention of alcohol and weed, sex after breakup, explicit language, dirty talk, fingering, breast squeezing and nipple playing, spanking, v eating, p in v penetration, creampie.

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I groaned as the stiff morning light cursed through the blinds, forcing me awake. I rubbed my eyes, probably smearing my makeup everywhere on my face. I didn’t have a mirror but I could feel the weight of my eye bags caused by the fact that I hadn’t slept so well.

I spent a few minutes in bed, trying to recall the events from the night before. what snapped me back to reality and made me remember was an arm loosely wrapped around my waist. I slowly made my way out of bed, taking the sheets off me and adjusting my clothes — I was wearing my panties and my cheetah-printed t-shirt from the day before.

I looked back at the guy on the bed as I brought my hand to cover my yawn. I didn’t know who the guy was but we had apparently spent the night together. I looked around the room just to recognize mattheo’s furniture and his unmistakable scent of weed and vodka.

mattheo had thrown a party in his house only inviting his close friends. he and I were close friends, sort of. actually, we had dated for 11 long months but it didn’t work out and we broke up. since none of us cheated or anything we decided to stay in touch and to remain friends. mattheo was a nice company after all.

I looked at the clock and noticed that it had stopped — my head hurt and my legs felt numb as I headed towards the exit. I had drunk a lot.

“morning.” a grumpy voice spoke. I entered the kitchen just to see two people peacefully sleeping on the couch and one of them was blaise but I didn’t know who the other girl was.

“mornin’.” I answered as I glanced over the direction where the voice came, and realized it was mattheo.

“slept well?” he asked sipping his coffee. he was leaning against the counter, his hair messy from the weird position he had probably slept in, barefoot and shirtless.

“sure thing.” I squinted my eyes as I felt another wave of headache hitting me.

I approached him and made a little jump to sit on the counter next to him. “are we the only ones up?”

“apparently.” he lazily responded taking another sip of his morning coffee before setting the cup down and turning his full attention to me.

“have you checked your phone?” he smirked.

his facial expression got me suspecting there was something up. I shook my head and reached for my phone which was previously left on the table in the center of the room. I unlocked it and turned off the airplane mode. oh my god.

+99 messages??

I couldn’t get what she meant so I immediately went to check theo’s story.

WHAT THE FUCK!

I was completely speechless in a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and panic. I immediately turned to look at mattheo who was now peacefully smoking a cigarette.

“mattheo…?” he heard me saying his name and his ears straightened up. he didn’t move, instead, he just breathed out the smoke and hummed to let me know he was listening.

“what’s on theodore’s story?” my voice had a slight hint of fear, my eyes almost cowed by the thought of his future answer.

“oh, you’ve seen it?” he smirked, playing dumb, now making our gazes meet.

I had no idea what game he was playing, but I didn’t like it.

“mattheo.” I warned him both because I wanted him to stop being so cocky, and because I was hoping for more information than a simple rhetorical question.

“y/n.” he copied my tone and turned his head to fully face me, now his grin had grown wider.

I stared at him for a few seconds trying to comprehend the thoughts behind his persuasive eyes, but nothing seemed to be there — except some sarcasm and his usual flirtatious expression.

I focused on my phone again and decided to text to enzo.

JUST smooching a bit? we had broken up!

“something wrong?” mattheo’s voice and hand suddenly resting on my bare thigh brought me back to reality which felt like a very harsh slap.

“did we…? you and I…?”

“you drank a bit. I drank too. guess we missed each other.” he winked at me before taking a drag from his cigarette. oh it couldn’t be… could it? I was so puzzled and I couldn’t even bring myself to form proper sentences.

“but did you-”

“no. I didn’t go further. theo posted a picture of us falling asleep on a bed so we probably were too tired.”

theo posted another picture???

“what did he post?”

“go check it. it’s on twitter.”

I still couldn’t believe the nonchalance he was talking with, but ostensibly he was fine with everything we had done.

oh. my. fucking. god.

“mattheo…” I sounded like I was whining.

he looked at me and took a few steps to stand right between my legs. I had forgotten how sexy he looked.

“what’s up, princess?” the cocky smirk never left his face as he kept his head up, staring at me.

I felt like all this time spent to forget our romantic memories was wasted in one night. I had worked hard trying to see him as a friend only, but the thought of me and him making out again and spending time with each other in an intimate way was freaking me out. I didn’t know what to say or do, mattheo was standing in front of me — his hands resting on both my thighs as he had previously finished his cigarette.

“we were good together, don’t you think?”

of course, I thought we had been good together. but it was over. I needed to remind myself that.

“we were a great couple, but we broke up. I think we should forget the past.”

“yeah, and think about tonight. or do you wanna forget about that too?”

“we were drunk… I- I don’t want to discuss it, mattheo.”

“we can avoid mentioning the topic, alright.”

“thanks.” I sighed.

he moved closer, holding me by my hips firmly before grabbing my waist and lifting me up. I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands moved to my butt to allow him to have a better grip on me.

before I could say something and object to what he was doing, he spoke — “you aren’t drunk anymore, are you?”

I wanted to get off him, I wanted him to let me go and put me down… but his scent, his touch, his eyes looking at mine, his appealing lips…

“I’m not.”

“so you’re thinking straight right now?”

“yes.”

“and what are you thinking about, mh?”

you fucking me. you bending me over the counter and making me yours once again. you eating me out like I was the best food in the world. you gripping my hair and pulling it. you squeezing my boobs and torturing my nipples.

“let me go, mattheo.”

“that’s not what you’re thinking about.”

I was about to say something back, but once again, he interrupted me. this time he didn’t use words — no — instead, he sat me down on the table in the center of the room, making me fall on a few bottles of alcohol that rolled down the table without breaking but making a loud bang. thank god nobody woke up.

I instinctively laid down, letting him do. he hovered over me, caressing my sides as he started planting heated kisses on my neck and collarbone.

there were no excuses this time, I wasn’t drunk.

“tell me you missed me…” he groaned against my skin, not stopping his work for a second.

I did miss him. mattheo was still the only man I could think of every time I touched myself.

“I missed you… matt… please…” I desperately whined into his ear.

“please what?” he stopped his kisses.

“please… fuck me.”

“that’s what I wanted to hear…” he immediately leaned down on me and slid my panties off, then he spread my legs wide. he grabbed my ankles and placed one of my legs on his shoulder.

mattheo was amazing at eating girls out. I loved every single second of it when we were together, and now I was feeling it again.

I arched my back, shutting my eyes and gripping his hair hard as his head expertly moved between my legs and he teasingly kissed my inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses that gave me shivers.

“still as soft as I remember…” mattheo grunted between kisses. he finally arrived at my folds, and he stared down, admiring the sight he once had daily back when we were dating.

he slipped one finger inside me and made a wet sound. I was drenched without a doubt. he knew. he knew so well he was the reason why I was like that. and he loved it.

“mattheo!” I moaned but he quickly got up — his finger still fucking me but my leg fell off his shoulder — and shut me up with a passionate kiss. “be quiet, babygirl, can you do that for me?”

I soon remembered how we weren’t technically alone, since some people from last night were still here and were sleeping unbothered. I nodded vigorously — I was determined to do whatever he wanted me to do. it seemed like I had lost my common sense, my reasoning... mattheo was too much to resist.

he increased the pace of his finger, his lips on my neck again as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

his lips kissed my collarbone and chest — my shirt was all disheveled now as he was rubbing against me in a very eager way. his kisses ended on my stomach and lower belly, which had me arching my back once again. I wanted more. I wanted him lower.

it was like mattheo read my mind. he knew where I needed him at that moment more than whenever else. he got back in front of my pussy, now dripping and throbbing, and licked his lips in hunger. he dived his head between my thighs, kissing my clit assertively and cleaning me from my juices that had previously trickled down. it was the best sensation. I loved his tongue more than anything. he grabbed my ankles again, making me spread my legs more to give him better access. his tongue dug into my hole, thrusting in and out as quickly as he could, yet trying his best to get my taste.

“yes! oh yes!” I let out a strangled moan. it was so hard trying not to let the others hear and find out about this — not that they didn’t know… the night before we did do something, but what we were doing now was much more wrong.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge as he tortured my cunt. one of his hands left my ankle and slipped underneath my t-shirt, grabbing my breast roughly and squeezing it almost painfully for me.

“I’m close… I’m so close…”

“mhh… not like this.” the total ecstasy I was in vanished in the air as his mouth left me. I pouted and my hips flexed upwards, looking for his touch. in one quick and smooth move, he took my shirt off, now exposing my boobs to his eyes — then his hands rushed to his belt, his gaze not leaving my chest just yet, and he undid it. his pants fell on the ground and so did his boxers, freeing what I had missed for all those months.

I looked at him. I looked at it. I had never felt that desperate for something in my whole life.

he leaned in and lifted me from the table, placing me down on my feet and harshly turning me around. he spanked my asscheek, probably leaving a purple mark later, and forced me to lie down on the cold surface of the wooden table. my boobs pressed against it, while my legs were spread once again.

mattheo spanked me another time but harder, making me wince in an attempt to hold back my moans. I bit my lip and grabbed the other end of the table, holding onto it for dear life as mattheo slipped into my pussy from behind.

his hips pistoned against my ass, and his hands were all over my back, sometimes spanking here and there. I couldn’t think of a more pleasant thing than his thick dick that had always reached so many spots inside of me, making me go completely crazy. he was maddening.

“ahh!” he groaned against my ear. his chest pressed against my back and his thrusts became harder as he went deeper and deeper.

his hand gripped my breast again, fondling it and provokingly playing with my already-hard nipple with his fingers.

“mattheo!!!” he brought his hand over my mouth, denying me to make any further sound and forcing me to stand up. he left his hand on my face as he kept up with his hard thrusts — my head weightlessly fell on his shoulder as my back arched due to the immense and indescribable pleasure.

not so long after, mattheo groaned and panted as he reached his high — his eyes shut close and his mouth hung open. I felt his hot seed spilling inside of me, the sensation of his cum painting my insides and dripping down my folds and onto the floor made me come as well, coating his member with my juices.

“I love you, baby… I never stopped loving you…” he panted. his face showing a weary expression.

“oh… mattheo…” I whined. “I love you too.”

he smiled, his eyes still shut, and he let go of me. he pulled his underwear and pants back on, while I wore my oversized t-shirt again as well. I reached to grab my panties but mattheo grabbed them first.

“I’ll keep these.” he said as he sneaked them in his pocket, before pecking my lips.

[ladymoody]

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but i will write more. just for those 16 people🫡

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[ladymoody]

hi!! i was wondering if u could make a story with sid jenkins and y/n where they're friends and she drags sid out to go shopping with her and she's in the changing room trying on a dress and the zipper gets stuck so sid goes in to help her and things get a little spicy? basically that one scene with jal but it leads to more lmao

HANDS ON ME

virgin sid jenkins x fem!reader

warnings: +18 content, swearing, explicit language, breast squeezing, loss of verginity (sid), p in v penetration, cum.

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I was on sid’s bed as he played some stupid video games on his computer. the constant electronic voice that said “you lost” was getting on my nerves and the annoying sound of him pressing those buttons on the joystick wasn’t helping at all. I laid there, staring at the ceiling as I played with a small ball that I had previously found in a drawer of his nightstand, next to a playboy magazine.

sometimes I shifted my gaze on sid, who was focused on the screen and slightly leaned in to have a better look at the game. he had his messy hair all over his forehead and he wasn’t wearing his usual woolen hat — he was still wearing his pajamas at the top but nothing at the bottom, except for his boxers and high socks with some little ducks printed on the fabric.

“ugh! it keeps making me start all over!” he groaned throwing the joystick on his desk.

“then do something else other than letting a damn game brainwash you.”

“but I’ve got only 50 coins left to unlock a new level!”

I huffed and sat up, crossing my arms against my chest. “I am not going to sit here doing nothing just because you have to win that fucking game. get your ass off that chair and spend some time with me.”

sid stared at me and I could tell that he felt bad for ignoring me this whole time. he hesitated as his gaze kept shifting between the computer and me, but then he spoke. “you’re right, I’m sorry.”

I let out a little sound of pride and untangled my arms to place them on the bed, propping myself up.

“wanna do something more productive?”

“like what?” he stood up and grabbed an already-opened pack of chips and started munching them.

“shall we go to the mall?”

“no.”

“aw why not?” I pouted and stood up as well.

“well, I don’t want to follow you like a puppy the whole time while you try clothes on.”

“but you are a puppy.” I joked. sid blushed, just slightly, and scratched the back of his head.

“don’t call me that.”

“why not?” I smirked and stepped closer.

“I don’t like it.”

“come to the mall with me and I’ll stop calling you that.”

he sighed.

he never liked going to the mall with me because he knew I would’ve paid more attention to the clothes and completely forgot about him. though, I knew he enjoyed following me around and giving me recommendations about clothes.

“come on… make your friend happy.” I smiled and got even closer to him, placing my hands on his lower chest narrowly tickling him.

sid blushed, this time more visibly, and he hesitatingly nodded.

(skip time)

I was walking down the mall, checking at the windows and popping in the shops every now and then. sid was behind me holding my shopping bags — I had bought two pairs of jeans, a pair of shoes, jewelry and a beautiful brown scarf — yet, I felt like there was something missing… a dress!

“one last shop, then we’ll go home.” I reassured sid and he sheepishly murmured “okay.”

I headed towards a shop that looked quite nice, it seemed fancy and by its window I could tell it had clothes of my color palette.

sid and I walked in and I started scanning the big room — there were beautiful coats, fancy shoes, long and short skirts and gaudy tops. no. I needed a dress.

“oh! there they are.” I rushed to a smaller section of the shop where I found a large hanger full of marvelous dresses. I started looking through it, examining the pieces of clothing one by one. sid waited patiently behind me, his gaze wandering around the shop in curiosity but also embarrassment to find himself in such a girly place.

suddenly I picked up a beautiful mini purple dress, tight and soft.

“found something you like?” he asked.

“yes, I think I’ll try it on.” I said as I turned to ask a shop assistant where I would’ve found the fitting rooms.

sid watched me disappear behind a wall not so far from where I picked up the dress from. he followed me and stood next to the fitting room I had got in. I closed the curtain and started taking my clothes off.

“how come you have all this money?” he asked from outside.

“it’s my parents’.” I said as I slipped the dress on.

“oh, I see…”

I turned around, looked behind my shoulder and into the mirror to zip it up. the dress fitted perfectly.

“how do I look?” I opened the curtain and did a quick spin to allow sid to have a full view of the dress. his mouth went dry and he blinked fast, he was struggling to keep his calm demeanor.

“g-good.. i-it looks good…” he stuttered as his nervous eyes darted over my figure.

“great, I’ll buy it.” I went back in the fitting room and closed to curtain.

after some moments I opened it again, finding sid touching where he was not supposed to touch — he almost jumped as I peeked my head out, catching him admiring some lingerie nearby.

“uhh… I was.. well, there was.. uhhh…”

I totally ignored what he was trying to say or what he was doing before I opened the curtain, instead, I just went straight to the point.

“the zip got stuck, could you help me?”

sid’s eyes lit up, but his nervous expression took back over right after.

“y-you want me to help you with the zipper?”

“yes.”

“am I supposed to… go in with you?”

“well, yes, if you don’t want the whole shop to see me naked.”

sid blushed and I assumed it was the word “naked” that had him getting uncomfortable. or the thought of me being it.

he quickly pulled himself together, rushing inside the fitting room with me and placing down the shopping bags he previously had in his hands.

I knew how sid was, so shy with girls and also a bit of a klutz too. I wanted him to get out of his comfort zone and the only way I could have done it was leaving him room to make the first move.

sid noticed I was just standing there, staring at myself in the mirror, and understood he needed to get his hands on me to help me fix the zipper. he gently moved my hair aside, letting fall on my cleavage as his hands worked on my back to take the zip down.

I looked at him through the mirror with a proud expression on my face, content that I was making him do a nice thing for his friend but also intimate from a certain point of view.

he struggled a bit, but he eventually managed to let the zip slide down effortlessly. “done.”

I breathed out and thanked him, but then I felt his hands roaming on the small of my back longer than necessary. at first I didn’t know how to feel about it, knowing sid was shy about everything that had to do with girls, but somehow his hands felt expert as if he knew what he was doing.

“you look amazing in this color.”

did he just compliment me? out of the blue? no stuttering?

“thank you, sid.” I cooed.

I saw him smiling behind me, before skimming his hands around my waist. oh. that felt nice.

“you.. like it?” I spoke again referring to the dress and he just hummed in response.

sid’s hands roamed on my hips, touching my curves as he admired my back — the zipper down allowed him to glance at my bra. he brought one of his hands back on my back, now delicately touching my bare skin right under the clasp of my bra.

“sid…”

his hands trembled a bit, so I knew he was still the same, but this time he was… bolder. I loved the feeling of his hands on me, he just felt too good.

sid’s face lowered on my shoulder and I tilted my head aside to give him better access. I kept looking at him through the fitting room mirror, his eyes making eye contact with mine as he started placing wet kisses on my skin. his hands went back around my waist and I placed mine on his. I couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure as I threw my head back, making it fall on his shoulder. sid smirked and started sucking on my skin, probably leaving a hickey.

“sid… what are you doing?” I chuckled.

he didn’t respond but just brought his hands on my shoulders, slowly and a bit hesitantly lowering my dress straps. I watched him moving both inexpertly and confidently, now pulling my dress down until it exposed my perfectly-sitting breasts in my black bra. I saw sid’s eyes falling on my chest shamelessly, before shifting back on mine and blushing.

“it’s okay… you can touch.” I reassured him as I guided his hands to cup my boobs. he touched them both, at first squeezing them from the bra shyly and cautiously, but then getting a sudden burst of confidence as he heard me moan and shut my eyes under his touch. his grip grew firmer and slid his hands under my bra to touch me fully. I couldn’t wait anymore and I undid it, letting it fall onto the ground and making sid nearly drool at the sight. I quickly stepped out of my dress to remain in my underwear only — I turned around, facing sid and wrapping my arms around his neck. his hands instinctively grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, his eyes eating mine behind those glasses. despite he was making a lot of moves, I could hear his heartbeat louder and faster than normal, his hands a bit sweaty and his cheeks flushed of a light shade of pink.

“we’ve become temerarious, mh?” I teased him as my right hand started touching his chest, playing and tugging at his shirt.

“a bit…” he sheepishly answered. he was so sexy and cute at the same time.

he leaned in, crashing his lips to mine. oh my god, he was a good kisser! we started heavily eating each other, completely skipping the slow and romantic initial part of make-outs. his tongue tapped falteringly on my bottom lip, slipping into my mouth to tangle it with mine.

he pressed me against the mirror making a loud sound that didn’t bother any of us, who were apparently too focused on the kiss — then he grabbed my thighs and lifted me in his arms.

I was aware of the people outside who might have heard us. the kissing sounds were obvious and noisy, but I didn’t care — my friend, who was no longer just a friend, was making out with me! everybody knew sid was a virgin — his friend tony called him a loser because he had never touched a girl that was not in a friendly hug, let alone ever kissed one.

sid and I kept kissing, the noise of the chatter outside, the sound of our lips seeking each other, his hands all over me… god, I was in heaven.

he suddenly broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. our eyes were both shut and our breaths came out in ragged gasps. his right hand left my arse and went on his jeans, his fingers hurrying to unzip them.

“are you sure?” I asked him.

“yeah… you don’t understand how badly I wanted you for all these years, y/n… having to stand there watching you hooking up with other boys while I couldn’t make a move…”

I smiled at his words, feeling flattered and also relieved that the attraction I felt was mutual. I let him unzip his jeans and drop them down at his ankles, his boxers next. he quickly moved my panties aside, his hand slightly shaking as he did so.

“mhh…” I bit my lip as I gazed at sid’s size. fuck. that was… certainly not small!

his cheeks colored red again, but this time I couldn’t tell if it was because he was embarrassed or just very hot and aroused.

he slowly guided his cock against my core, letting it lubricate with the wetness of my pussy. then he gradually let it slither inside. I felt it filling me up inch by inch (around 7 inches) and I moaned for each thrust.

“don’t- shh…” he tried to quiet me down, we were still in public after all, but luckily we were in a crowded shop and I guess people were barely hearing what happened in that fitting room.

it took all of my will not to scream at each movement of his thick member, his thrusts were rough and uneven, yet so strong and defined. I kept feeling his cock head hitting my g-spot repeatedly and relentlessly, almost forgetting that I needed to be quiet.

my hands grabbed his shoulders, my nails dug in his skin. “I’m… I’m close, sid…”

he listened to my moans and pleas and fastened his pace, pistoning inside me. I hit the edge, I overcame it. I moaned in his ear not to let the other people hear us, and I rode the wave of pleasure he was able to give me.

my juices covered his cock, which made him come right after me. he pulled out, stroking his head with his hand, and spurred his seed on my stomach.

“oh my god…” he slowed down and panted in my ear. we both chuckled, our eyes still closed due to pleasure.

I never thought I would’ve had sex with my friend.

[ladymoody]

can you make a story with theo and yn and they’re friends but we have a boyfriend and like he doesn’t treat us very good so we have sex with theo? i know its cheating if u don’t feel comfortable don’t do it🤗 thank u💜

OUR LITTLE SECRET

dom!theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: +18 content, cheating, swearing, dirty talk, explicit language, breast squeezing, fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie.

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mr. brown was on my bed looking like he was judging me. he was my childhood soft toy and I knew he would've hated seeing me cry for a damn boy. I hugged him - my dear teddy bear - squeezing him to my chest as the memories of what had happened with my boyfriend flowed back into my mind.

"you're a whore, that's what you are."

"all you do is insult me! but can you really face the matter and have a bloody conversation like a civil person?!"

"oh, are you saying I'm immature? bitch, have you looked in the mirror? because all I see is a damn child! you will never be good enough."

you will never be good enough. my brain wouldn't stop playing that scene and making me listen to that sentence all over again. I wasn't good enough and will have never been.

warm tears started sliding down my cheeks, I started sobbing and squeezing mr. brown harder. all I wanted to do was bury my face somewhere and stay there for the rest of my life, not wanting to see or talk to anyone. I wasn’t good enough.

but then my bitter look lit up and I stopped crying for a second, before starting again but a bit more softly. theodore. he was my friend and perhaps he could’ve helped me.

I picked up my phone and unlocked it, ready to text him.

💬 hey. — I typed.

theo answered within a few seconds.

and theo never read my last message. or at least from the SMS app, because I was pretty sure he had done it from the notification centre and decided not to text back. I sighed knowing he was already in his car to drive to my place.

(skip time)

I heard a knock on my window but ignored it as I was lying in my bed, facing the opposite wall and hugging mr. brown. I thought it was the wind blowing outside at first, since it was raining, but the knocking continued and the sound of it increased more and more. I rolled over to glance at it and I immediately found myself gasping as I sat up, seeing theodore standing on my balcony.

I was on the second floor of a building, and there was also a small staircase nearby. I wasn’t surprised of seeing him there, I knew him too well not to know he was stubborn and eventually managed to come over, but I was concerned when I saw him completely soaked.

I stood up and left my teddy bear on my bed, making my way towards the window. “have you gone completely insane?”

theo smiled slightly sheepishly as he stepped inside, his clothes wetting my carpet.

“you know I’ve got a front door, right?”

“I thought your parents were asleep at this hour.”

“so what? was climbing up my window a better idea?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“you’re drenched, theo.”

“and you’re crying, y/n.”

I stopped and realized that I had been crying, still thinking about the discussion my boyfriend and I had. I quickly wiped away my tears and blinked a few times in an attempt to make the redness go away from my eyes.

“you told me to come over and-”

“no, I didn’t! I just wanted to chat. no need to come over, theo. ugh… you’re completely soaked in rainy water.” I walked out of my room just to come back some seconds later with a towel wrapped around my arm.

“here.”

theo took the towel and started to rub it on his head to dry his hair off, then he placed his leather jacket on my chair and continued to dry himself.

“what did that bastard do to you?” theo spoke passive-aggressively.

“nothing, theo… it’s nothing. I’m more worried about you catching a damn cold.”

theodore rushed towards me and grabbed my face — his hand holding my cheeks and squeezing them in a way my lips were all squashed. “if you don’t tell me what he’s done to you, I will ask him myself, and trust me, he won’t be able to speak again after that.”

theo had always been very protective towards me and I had always appreciated that. we were good friends and whenever my boyfriend and I had fights, theo was there for me. through time he started hating my boyfriend more and more, as I kept telling him the way he treated me.

“he was rude again. nothing to be concerned about. I just overreacted, theo.”

“no, y/n. if it’s something that moved you, it was something serious.”

“listen, I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I just wanted some company…”

theodore saw the look of sadness and vulnerability on my face, and he softened up. he sighed and loosened his grip on my face, then he weakly smiled at me before leaving my chin.

“come here…” he pulled me in a hug and I happily hugged him back.

“he doesn’t deserve you…” he murmured and I let a few tears slide down my cheeks. “shh… it’s okay, I’ve got you…”

I felt safer in theo’s arms than in my boyfriend’s.

theo gently pulled away wiping away my tears as he looked down at me. “you deserve someone who can appreciate you and love you unconditionally. you definitely don’t deserve someone like that bastard you’re dating.”

theo was right, indeed. but I loved my boyfriend and I couldn’t bring myself to admit I deserved better. I just nodded without adding anything.

theo’s hands were on my hips gripping them firmly, every now and then roaming from the small of my back to my waist. he was looking at me with those piercing eyes of his, and he was incredibly sexy.

“if he only knew how many things I’m thinking of his girlfriend…” he said. his voice a little above a whisper.

“…what do you mean, theo?”

oh, I perfectly knew what he meant. yet, I wanted him to say it out loud both because I couldn’t believe it yet, and because the thought of it was making me aroused.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

“theo…” I wanted to sound mature, sensible, and disagreeing. instead, all that came out of my mouth was a whine. a moan of arousal.

“I could treat you so good… and it could be our little secret.” he pleaded.

“you know I shouldn’t be doing this, right?” I said as my arms automatically wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer than two friends should be.

theo’s hands gripped my hips more firmly, flushing me against him and making our bodies feel each other’s heat. I knew it was so wrong, cheating is wrong, but this felt so right… we together felt so right. theo had always been a good guy when it came to treating women properly, so I knew I would’ve put myself in good hands, yet it was still cheating and I felt myself torn between him and my boyfriend.

“theo…” I looked away, avoiding his gaze. but he soon grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. he didn’t wait any further and cupped my cheek, pressing his lips against mine.

at first, I was about to pull away and yell — “what the fuck!”, but the softness of his lips mixed with his aggressive and firm grip had me kissing him back eagerly.

he let out a low moan as he felt my lips moving against his in equal passion, and he bent on his legs — our lips not leaving each other for a second — as his hands grabbed my thighs and he lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he securely held me by my butt and pressed me against the nearest wall. all my paranoia was gone and any possible thought of my boyfriend was no longer lingering in my mind as it was all replaced by how good theo was making me feel. I’ve always had secret fantasies about me and him because he was the only decent treatment I got from a male figure. not only did my boyfriend mistreat me, but he was also quite bad at kissing and having sex — his kisses were too sloppy and wet and I hadn’t had a good orgasm in MONTHS.

“all for me… you’re all for me now…” theo muttered against my lips between kisses. “I’ve been jerking off thinking about you every day… I’ve had dreams about you leaving your boyfriend, stripping in front of me, and riding me as an apology for dating such a dork…”

I mentally chuckled at his words, it was such a… unique fantasy.

“my god…” I moaned and he liked it. he broke the kiss and smirked, carrying me to my bed.

I giggled slightly and he grinned as he laid me on it and climbed over me. his right forearm was next to my head, allowing him to prop himself and not crash his weight on me, while his left hand tightly gripped my hip.

theo and I kept making out on my bed, until I felt his hardness pressing against my hip and I pulled away.

“I’m not sure we should we be doing this… if my boyfriend finds out-” theo cut me off with another kiss, and I couldn’t get the strength to pull away anymore. he just felt too good.

his hand slid up to my top, gripping and squeezing my boob. I panted and broke the kiss for a few seconds as I pressed my forehead against his. theo kept his eyes closed and smirked at the feeling of my breast in his hand, then he moved under the fabric.

“ohh! yes…” I arched my back. my boyfriend had never touched me like that — he always skipped straight to the act and didn’t do anything to pleasure me.

“you like that?” he murmured as he began to leave kisses on my neck. I simply nodded, not being able to do anything else for the position I was at that moment.

theo’s hand teasingly shifted down my stomach, leaving my breast all alone again — swollen, deprived of his touch, and sore. I wanted so much more. he reached my lower belly and played with the waistband of my shorts for a bit, and then he slid his hand inside my panties giving me goosebumps at the feeling of his long and slim fingers touching me down there. I let out a louder moan which was soon quieted down by his lips on mine, his thumb rubbing my clit.

“theo… ohh… fuck!” he smirked and chuckled to himself before slightly nibbling at my earlobe and continuing his trail of heated kisses on my neck and jawline.

“yeah, doll… be loud for me…” his hips moved instinctively against mine to seek some friction — I could tell he was very horny and I was too.

I shut my eyes and arched my back once again as I felt his fingers starting to stretch me mercilessly. they went in and out so effortlessly that I could feel my lower belly burn due to pleasure. “yes! don’t stop!”

“I know, baby… come on… come on my fingers… show me just how much I’m better than your idiotic boyfriend.” and there my walls coated his fingers, loud whimpers and moans left my mouth as I covered his hand with my juices.

“yeah! like that…” he smirked and pumped his fingers inside my pussy a few more times, before taking them out and bringing them into his mouth. he licked them clean while he looked at me, enjoying the sight of me all needy and almost helpless on the bed.

“I can’t hold back anymore.” he said as he sat up and set his hands on his belt, beginning to undo it. I was excited I might have let out another moan just at the sight of him freeing himself and he couldn’t help but notice it.

he hurried to take his pants off as soon as the leather belt left his jeans’ loops. theo pulled them down letting me see his huge erection pressing against the fabric of his black boxers.

“please…” I whined.

“I know, I know…” my eyes widened and my eyebrows lifted as I saw theo pulling his underwear down, it meeting his pants at his ankles. his cock stood so perfectly, throbbing and almost screaming to get inside of me.

none of us wanted to waste any further time, in fact, he immediately pulled my shorts and panties off in one quick move, allowing him to have a full view of my cunt. he lined up against me and thrust hard, not even leaving me a moment to get adjusted to his size — which was way bigger than my boyfriend’s. as he pumped inside of me we both finished to undress each other, eventually leaving us completely bare and exposed. he brought my legs above his shoulders and laid them there, his hands on them to keep them steady. I gripped the sheets, twisting them and pulling them as theo hit perfectly my g-spot.

“does your boyfriend fuck you like this?” he panted as he ran his hand through his brown hair, keeping it away from his forehead and the drops of sweat that were creating.

I knew my boyfriend had never had me like this. never. he was so incapable and goofy, that he put himself in the first place not even worrying about making me come. theo was being so damn good… I felt his big dick filling me so well, his cock head teasing my cervix. it was the best sensation I had ever felt.

“no…” I panted grabbing his arms and pulling him down on me so I could hold onto his shoulders. my nails dug deep into his skin, probably leaving a few scratches here and there, and making him groan in pain and satisfaction.

“I know… yet he gets this pretty pussy all to himself, mh?”

he was going so damn fast as if he wanted to prove to me he was better than my boyfriend, as if he had joined a competition, as if he wanted to claim me as his and remove the memory of my boyfriend from my mind.

all I could do was let out a strangled chuckle, very similar to a whimper. I know I was close.

“theo… I’m… yes! just like that!” theo chuckled at my moans, he enjoyed being shamelessly praised by me and he knew how good he was in bed.

“let me come inside you, please… don’t make me pull out…” he sounded like he was whimpering so I realized he was getting as close as me. I couldn’t think of any other answer beyond a simple “yes”, even if I knew he wasn’t wearing a condom and I wasn’t on birth control.

as soon as I permitted him, I felt his pace quickening — if that was even possible — and he bit my shoulder, burying his face in the crook of my neck. in a matter of seconds I felt his hot seed spilling inside of me, coating my insides and slightly dripping out of my folds and onto the bed. he came groaning into my ear, which only turned me on more and made me come right after him. our breathings were unsteady and rapid and I felt him slowing down, his cock’s tip gradually leaving my g-spot to pull out.

he kissed my neck, his eyes still shut while mine were lidded and my eyebrows curved in an upside-down frown of pleasure and vulnerability. his lips leisurely went up to kiss my jaw, then went up further and find mine to capture in a lazy, yet passionate, kiss.

his hand grabbed my hip and then rested on my lower belly, caressing my skin. “you drive me incredibly crazy…” he whispered between kisses.

“come to me every time he doesn’t treat you right and I’ll show you just how a real man can appreciate such a beautiful woman like you.”oh theo… what have you done to me?

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• FRIENDLY VACATION ｡𖦹°‧ lorenzo berkshire (smut +18)

↳ summary: you and lorenzo have been best friends for years, but lately you’ve both started showing new behaviours. you decide to go on vacation together to explore those feelings, but then you catch lorenzo jerking off to a picture of you.

• HANDS ON ME ｡𖦹°‧ sid jenkins (smut +18)

↳ summary: you and sid had been friends for years now and today you were at his house as he played video games. you were getting bored, so you decided to go shopping and bring him with you. as you start trying clothes on, the zip of a dress gets stuck so you call for sid to help you out.

• MY BROTHER'S FRIEND ｡𖦹°‧ lorenzo berkshire (smut +18)

↳ summary: your brother theodore invited his friend lorenzo for a sleepover. you and he knew each other as he was often at your house to spend time with your brother, but tonight he couldn't hold back anymore.

• OUR LITTLE SECRET ｡𖦹°‧ theodore nott (smut +18)

↳ summary: you and your boyfriend had an argument and he was vulgar and toxic with you, so you texted your friend theo about it and he decided to come over to comfort you, but things slipped out of hand…

• RED LIPSTICK ｡𖦹°‧ mattheo riddle (flirty)

↳ summary: you were at the party with your friends, it was one of those big parties draco threw once in a while. you didn't get much along with mattheo and he didn't really like you either, but you met at the party and the alcohol seemed to change both of you for one night.

• SATURDAY NIGHT ｡𖦹°‧ lorenzo berkshire (smut +18)

↳ summary: you and enzo were childhood friends who lost contact as you grew up. one day your and his parents organize a hangout, making you two meet again and have to deal with each other’s new version.

• SUGAR ｡𖦹°‧ james cook (smut +18)

↳ summary: you and cook have known each other since you were little teenagers and are still very close friends. cook was sad because he was no longer with effy, so you decided to help him.

• THE MORNING AFTER ｡𖦹°‧ mattheo riddle (smut +18)

↳ summary: you and mattheo broke up a year ago, though, you stayed in touch and often hanged out. one night he invited you and his friends over, and you find yourself alone with him the morning after, having to deal with the consequences of the night before spent with him.

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[ladymoody]

Hi could you right a story with cook from skins? i barely see fanficts about him. thank you if you do it 🙏🏻

SUGAR

james cook x fem!reader

︎warnings: +18 content, drugs, alcohol, mention of death, irresponsible driving, explicit language, fingering, squirt.

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"so… she's with freddie now?" I asked. cook and effy had recently broken up and he couldn't stop thinking about her. once, when he came over to sleep at my place, I even found him crying in the bathroom and it was a sorrowful sight. he told me how well effy had treated him, and how later she switched to a heartless behavior. he had tried to replace her many times with some flings but he told me it didn't feel the same because he deeply knew effy, meanwhile, he didn't even remember the names of the girls he fucked for fun.

"yeah. I saw them making out on the bus too the other day."

"oh cook..." I shifted a bit more on the couch, snuggling up to him to comfort him.

"it's okay, y/n." he moved his hand in the air as if he meant to diminish the importance of the matter. "I'm over it."

"I don't think so, cookie."

"don't call me that, you know I don't like it." he chuckled. "I'll call you sugar if you don't stop."

cook used to call me sugar when we met. he said the fragrance I used was so sweet that it reminded him of a sugary drink.

"you know it makes nostalgic."

"I'm well aware of that." he grinned, tickling my side slightly.

"what if we hang out like we used to?" I said.

"what do you mean? you mean getting drunk and high?"

"maybe. late night car drive without a destination?"

he lifted his eyebrows and hesitated. "what if we crash? getting drunk and driving doesn't sound so smart, ya know?" he brushed a strand of my hair off my face.

"cook, do you actually care? just take the highway, everything will be fine." I smirked, looking at him in the eyes.

both of us didn't really care about dying. death wasn't such a big deal after all, especially for two teenagers like us who had lost everything — cook's parents were divorced and both very absent. the only relative he still had was his little brother who lived with his mother so he rarely saw him. just like cook, I didn't have a father as he had moved out when I was very little and my mother passed away a couple of years before due to overdose. I currently lived with my aunt, who used to drink a lot of alcohol as well and didn't care about me.

“you’re right. fuck it.” he smirked and left a quick kiss on my neck before getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket from the hanger.

I smiled at him and followed him into the hall, picking up my leather jacket as well.

(skip time)

we had settled in his car — our jackets were thrown in the backseats, cook’s shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and my window rolled down to make the wind blow my hair. we were heading to the highway.

“I love the night.” I affirmed after taking a sip of the bottle of vodka in my hand.

“me too. it’s so calm and quiet… it makes you want to screw the silence up with some good sex and loud parties.” he took a puff from his spliff. I laughed.

“jeez, cook… you really are bold, ain’t you?” I ruffled his short hair for as much as I could. “I’m glad you’re thinking about something different other than effy.”

cook’s expression changed into something darker and more serious. I had touched a soft spot.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this topic back.”

“it’s okay, y/n. you didn’t do it on purpose. then effy can go fuck herself. I’m tired of being her little puppy she uses every time she wants some good sex because mr mclair is a bloody inexperienced incompetent.”

“you’re right. fuck her.”

“fuck her.” he repeated more to himself. there was silence for a couple of minutes, just the sound of the wheels on the road and the other cars passing by. I felt the awkward moment building between us two, so I glanced at cook and leaned in to kiss his cheek quickly, then I set my vodka bottle down.

cook smiled at the gesture and turned his head to give me an affectionate look. "I should be sad more often if it means getting you to show me affection."

I chuckled and nudged his arm, "shut up". the silence fell again.

there was a bit of tension between us too, as if we wanted to say so many things but couldn't. "I was thinking..." he began.

"how many years have we known each other for?" he continued.

"I don't know... 4... 5?"

he didn't answer me as he kept staring at the road in front of him, and I was growing suspicious, but not so later a little idea popped up in my mind.

"you'd like my help, cook?" I asked. my voice was lower than before and I leaned in as I caressed his cheek.

cook smirked. I understood what he meant and he understood I understood what he meant.

“let’s try, come here…” he muttered as he pulled my thighs towards him. I got the hint and climbed over him, sitting on his lap and resting my legs on his. he wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me in place and left the other one on the steering wheel.

I leaned in and grabbed his face with my hand, squeezing his cheeks slightly to pull him to me and kiss him. he happily kissed me back, now moving the hand from my waist to the back of my neck, and deepened the kiss, tapping his tongue on my bottom lip, which I merrily allowed and let him in.

I moved to straddle him, grinding back and forth slightly as we made out. the road didn’t have any turns and he just had to drive ahead, so the chances of getting into a car accident were very low.

I started feeling his cock pressing against me, shamelessly begging cook to free it. “you’ll make us crash, sugar.” he pulled away enough to speak — our lips still very close.

“just keep driving. everything’s gonna be alright.”

cook was beyond an expert in kissing — I knew effy had been lucky to have him and now it was just her loss. to be honest, I had never thought of cook in this way, only in a friendly way, but there was something that screamed “attractive” every time he talked to me about his flings and how good he made those girls feel. a small part of me wished to be taken by him and be one of his whores, and somehow I had managed to do it right now. maybe I wasn’t a whore, but we were definitely on the edge of having sex.

cook slipped his hand inside my panties as our lips moved together, and thrusted two of his fingers between my folds. I gripped him instantly, making a low moan as I felt them pump inside of me. he soon added another finger, and then another one.

oh god.

I was almost stretched to my limits as I rode his hand, completely in a heaven of ecstasy. cook kissed and sucked on my neck as he moved his fingers, leaving me a few marks but slightly visible. I knew I was very close to my release.

“cook… I…” I whined.

“I know, sugar. cum on my fingers, will ya?” he muttered against my ear. and that was quite what made me let go fully and give myself to him. I threw my head back, lifting slightly from his lap as he didn’t slow his pace down a bit — then I cried out and squirted on his shirt.

“oh my god!” I got down from the high. I was a panting mess, my back now pressing against the steering wheel which honked as soon as I leaned back.

cook took his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking and sucking. “taste like sugar.”

I tiredly chuckle, my eyes still struggling to stay open completely.

“I’ve always known you were this good…” I confessed.

“we should do it again sometime, mh? it helps me a lot.” he faked a pouty tone, using the effy matter as an excuse to take me again.

“naughty boy.” I leaned in and pecked his lips.