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Kristen Stewart as everyone in Twilight (PG-13 version)

Bella:

Edward:

Carslisle:

Esme:

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Harder

Summary: The reader has a bad day at work and needs Dean to help her unwind, even if she might take it too far…

Pairing: dom!AU!Dean x sub!reader

Square: BDSM

Word Count: 960

Warnings: mature (language, smut (dom/sub, masochism, spanking, power dynamic, vibrator use, aftercare))

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​​

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Come Inside

Summary: Dean’s in a mood…

Square Filled: Breeding Kink

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,100ish

Rating: explicit (smut (unprotected sex), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo

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Jim Halpert smut

i am not sure how to do the “read more” boarder… ps: lowercase is intentional… 

warnings: smut and curse words :)

you sighed, swiveled around to look around at the clock. 12:45 you looked to your left and whispered, 

“psst, babe.”

 Jim looked up and raised an eyebrow at you.

 "so, i was thinking that we could take an early lunch?“ 

“how about, not only an early lunch and go out to that little diner a couple blocks away from here.”

“sounds super great, let me just grab my bag and we will be on our way!”

Jim stood up, put on his coat that was on the back of his jacket and held out his hand for you to take.

you grabbed his hand and smiled up at him and started walking out with him.

when you got in the car Jim turned left instead of right. 

“hey babe, uhhh, i’m pretty sure the diner was the other way..” you said confused.

“i know.”

“so where are we going then, sweetheart?”

“we are going home,” Jim stated.

“but why?” you asked.

“because i think it will be relaxing, or something of that variation…”

“hmm, what do you have in mind?”

“you shall see.“

///

Jim pulled the car into the driveway and parked the car. he hoped out and jogged around the front of the car to open your for you. 

“why thank you kind, sir”

“you’re welcome, m’lady,”

you walked hand-in-hand to the front door, you took out your keys and unlocked the door and closed the door behind Jim.

“so what plans do you have for us this afternoon?” you asked while you opened up the fridge looking for something to eat for the both of you.

suddenly you felt the warmth of Jim’s large hands on your waist as he spun you around so he could look at you.

you gazed surprised and wide eyed at his chest, the place where your eye sight lands, at the middle of his black tie.

“well,” he started, walking closer to you. his tall and intimidating frame seemed to loom over you as he slowly walked toward you. you slowly walked backward. ”i was thinking, we could do some more… exciting… activities…”

he hooked fingers under your chin and lifted your head up to look in your eyes.

“ah, i see…” you stated.

he raised an eyebrow at you in question. you slowly slid your hands up his chest and grabbed his tie lightly pulled him down to your level and smirked.

“so your saying that you,” you pointed at Jim, “want us… to play Uno.”

Jim hummed an octave higher than his normal tone, “not quite what i was thinking, love, though a great idea, i was thinking something a little more adult..” he leaned down and captured his lips with yours. both your lips becoming wet and your tongues rubbing against each other. Jim dominated the kiss by capturing your lower lip in his mouth and sucking making you whimper a little, submitting to his ministrations.

he smirked down at you, “how about we get things a little more heated in here?” he picked you up and sat you on the counter. he leaned down and started to kiss you neck.

“heated.. Jim if you are cold we could turn on the heater,” you teased, acting oblivious.

you could feel his smirk as he let out a puff of air on your neck. he started to kissed the spot behind your ear, lightly sucked, then soothed the mark with his tongue. as you moaned and whimpered he gently blew on the freshly made mark.

he steadily pressed spongy kisses to your throat, you slowly moved your hands from the nape of his neck to the top of his tie, slowly loosened it and threw it into a heap somewhere on the floor of the kitchen.

he brought his head up from your neck, smirked at you as he started at the top button of your blouse. he kissed the exposed skin at the top of your covered breasts. after what felt like centuries later he had unbuttoned your blouse and, with the patience of a thousand men, he slid the shirt off your shoulders.

he then started unbutton the top of your black work pants.

“Jim just take them both of, stop taking forever,” you moaned.

“your wish is my command.” once he got you out of your remain clothes, save your panties, he stared at your body with a child-like twinkle in his eye. he slowly slid his hand up from your navel up to the underside of your breasts, his fingertips just ghosting underside.

“baby, please do something,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes and throwing your head back.

he smirked up at you, “like play Uno?”

“Jim, you- mmm,” you cut yourself off as he sucked a pebbled nipple in to his wet, soft mouth. he’d barely touched you and you were already writhing above him.

you let our a low hiss as he coaxed you to lay your back on the granite counter top behind you. once he got you situated with your legs dangling off the edge, he settled himself between your legs, still standing and paying plenty attention to your pert breasts.

“Jim, fuck, baby, please do something, i need you.” 

“need what baby? that’s not very specific, there are a lot of things you could need, you could need a new ca-”

“Jim you know what i need,” you cut off his teasing

he shot you a wink, “i know, i wanna hear you say it though.”

you whimpered as he slid his right hand from your breast, down your stomach, to cup your mound over your soaking wet panties.

“say it.” 

“baby, please…”

“hmm, ‘please’ what, (y/n), if you don’t tell me what you want, i can’t give it to you.”

you mewled, but gave in, “i need your fingers inside me.” in all the pleasure you were experiencing you had lost all sense of comprehension and could not fathom how else to put it, all you knew is you wanted those long, delicious fingers ins-

“oh god, Jim!” you shouted, perhaps louder than necessary as he gracefully moved your yellow lace panties, that matched your bra, to the side and expertly slid his fingers inside you and rested his thumb on your clit.

“ahh, is that better? does that feel good, sweetheart?” Jim asked, although very dominant and teasingly.

“yes, yes, oh fuck yes.” you were writing in the kitchen counter unsure of where to move, he started pumping his fingers in and out and a slow, teasing pace.

“oh, baby,” he smirked at you, “your this wet for little ole me? i feel honored.”

you nodded your head frantically, of course you were wet for him- who the fuck else?

“were you this wet at the office? oh, i bet you were, you naughty little girl, making sales calls while thinking about this… so_ naughty_.” he punctuated his last word with a curl of his fingers.

he was leaning above you his left hand beside your head, looking at you in wonder as you were in the midst of your passion and pleasure. you bucked your hips up, desperate for more contact.

“tsk, tsk, tsk,” Jim clicked his tongue in disapproval, “i’m going to need you to keep still, little one.” he splayed his hand out on your stomach to keep you still.

you whimpered, but obeyed as he started fast circles on your clit.

he pumped his fingers in, out, in, out, in, out. you were a mewling and moaning. 

“oh, shit, fuck, oh my god. fuck me! Jim, oh god, Jim!” Jim curled his fingers so they rubbed your most sensitive spot. you arched into him, grabbing onto the hair on the back of his head trying to get him closer to you. your chest brushing against his light blue work shirt. you whimpered at the contact of his shirt on your sensitive nipples.

he kitten licked and sucked at your neck and continued to curl and pump his fingers, loving all the noises you were producing. 

“Jim, i’m gonna-” you moaned, writhing around below and eagerly pushed your hips into his hands.

“cum? is that what are you going to say? hmm? if so, i give you my full permission to go ahead and do so, my love.” he chuckled and smirked at you.

you almost screamed as he started rubbing faster circles around your clit and pumping his fingers at a more punishing pace. overcome with the even more stimulation, you reached down and grabbed his wrist.

he continued to pump his fingers in and out as you road out your orgasm. it seem to last forever, never ending as he rubbed his fingers on your clit.

as you came down from your orgasm, his fingers stilled, but remained lodged inside you, but his thumb was still rubbing light circles on your clit.

you panted, your chest heaving, you let out the last of your whimpers. he smiled down at you, setting his fingers, coated in your slick, at your lips waiting for you to open your mouth. you opened your mouth and sucked his two fingers clean while staring innocently into eyes. he stared back you at you, alway with a slightly goofy look in his eyes, yet as cocky as ever. 

he even had the_ audacity_ to wink at you whilst you panted around his fingers. he was going to be the death of you.

“was that better than an early lunch at the office?” Jim asked as he brushed some hair away from your face and kissed your forehead.

“mm, sure was, i think it’s time i return the favor…”

/// 2:45 you were back in the office after your little lunch escapade with Jim. 

you both came in giggling, you smiling up at Jim, your right arm wrapped around his left arm.

“what took you guys so long? you were supposed to be back like,” he looked at the clock, “15 minutes ago” Michael asked coming out of his office as you passed.

“uhh, sorry, man, we went out to eat and had a bit of car trouble on the way back… but we are back now.” Jim lied.

you giggled, remembering the quick shower you both had after your activities in the kitchen. Jim smiled down at you with a finger at his lips and lightly whispering, “shh, shh, shh.” and winked at you.

you just smiled down at the ground and back up at him shyly.

/// “hmm? what was that?” Jim asked, looking past the camera at the crew that were in the conference room in front of him. 

he smirked and laughed, “no we did not go out to eat, well… not quite.” he winked at the camera.

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Jealous (FP x Reader)

Heya! Can I request a FP Jones jealous imagine!? Raider is in her twenties And have been seeing FP not many people know about it yet, maybe he jealous of Hiram always flirting with reader, which makes FP angry especially sense of of course Hiram. Heya! Can I request a FP Jones jealous imagine!? Raider is in her twenties And have been seeing FP not many people know about it yet, maybe he jealous of Hiram always flirting with reader, which makes FP angry especially sense of of course Hiram.

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FP Jones x Reader

Word Count: 2,125 (This is a long one, I got carried away!)

Requested by - @keepcalm-and-beyou​ 

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Coming Home (FP Jones x reader)

Warnings: None, just fluff, reader is in her mid-twenties

Pairing: FP Jones x reader

Summary: FP comes home from jail and you surprise him and Jug by cooking a meal in their trailer. Just a bunch of fluff here ;)

Today was the day. Finally. When Jughead got the call that his dad would be released from jail, you both cried happy tears.

At first it had been a bit weird between the three of you. You were about ten years older than Jug but still 20 years younger than FP. But eventually, Jug got used to see you around and finally accepted you as FP’s partner.

And for you, as you don’t have any siblings and no contact to your partents, you considered the Jones men as family.

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DATING JACE HERONDALE WOULD INCLUDE:

Sparring sessions

Steamy make out sessions

Izzy and Alec have walked in on you two a thousand times

Hodge has done it a couple of times

Lots of PDA

But you keep all the cute, romantic stuff for when you’re alone

Bickering like an old married couple

Him letting you beat him occasionally

Tracing his angelic rune when you’re lying in bed

Him playing with your hair

Massages

Inside jokes

Hunting together all the time

Alec seeing you as a little sister, like Izzy

You and Izzy being so close

Making each other stronger

Walking in on him shirtless

Hiding his shirts so that he’ll be shirtless

Loving him just as much as before when you find out that he has demon blood

Reassuring him that he’s still the same Jace

Helping him get through the whole family mess

He’d be so excited when he finds out he doesn’t have demon blood because it means he’s not evil

You knowing he’d never be like Jonathan/Sebastian anyway

Calling him ‘Pretty Boy’

Fancy dates

Bear hugs

Him carrying you over his shoulder

Ass smacks

Ass grabs

Checking each other out

Dates to Taki’s

Alec and Izzy teasing the two of you when they catch you in precarious positions

Which is often

Whispering 'I love you’ before you go on missions, just in case something happens

Snuggles

Kissing the top of your head

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Daddy Knows Best - FP Jones Oneshot

Summary: For what his son is lacking, FP Jones more than makes up for.

Characters: Jughead & Reader / FP Jones & Reader

Rating: 18+ (swearing and sex)

Tags: sex, oral (female), smut, swearing, slight daddy kink, inappropriate affair, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap your boyfriend’s dad), age gap, orgasms, lots and lots of orgasms

Jughead lifted his head off the pillow, glancing over your naked body at his alarm.

“Ah fuck, I gotta go,” he grunted, still out of breath from your morning’s activities. You were hoping to give him a second chance at what he’d started, but he never did finish it for you, so that was already wishful thinking on your part. You could hardly blame the guy, really, you had mastered faking it, and you felt bad for him if you didn’t.

“Right now?” You asked, watching him jump up and clamber around the room for his clothes. His black hair flopped to the side as he pulled his hat on.

“I’ll catch up with you later, you can hang around here for a bit if you want, but I really gotta go.” He panicked. You reached to the floor and found one of his t-shirts as you pulled it over yourself and scrambled back into your panties.

“Jug, wait, where are you even going?” You shouted after him, chasing him out of the bedroom as he left the trailer, slamming the door shut behind him. You sighed heavily and folded your arms over your chest.

“What was that about?” You jumped at the low tone coming from the darker part of the trailer, over on the couch. He came into view quickly, a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He looked different without his serpent jacket on.

“Mr Jones,” you cleared your throat, now very much aware of your inappropriate attire as you tugged on the t-shirt hoping it would stretch to cover more of you. “I’ll just get dressed and I’ll be out of your way,” you blushed. You’d not been dating Jughead long, and had barely had much interaction with his dad. You’d always found him ridiculously good looking though, and often wondered if Jug would look the same in twenty years. You certainly hoped so.

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You Better You Bet

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six PART SEVEN

Author’s Note: I’m a garbage person and a grabage writer with no motivation, inspiration, or sense of responsibility to the things I’ve started. That’s it, I’m sorry that’s just life y’all. 

Pairing: Riverdale, FP Jones, and 19-Year-Old Reader

Description: A bet with Jughead leads to so much more than winning.

Warning: Language, Adult themes, Age Gap, Smut, Rough Sex, Daddy kink

Song Inspiration: Be My Daddy- Lana Del Rey

“You know, if you keep having me leave my car at the Wyrm, it’s gonna get towed one of these days,” you say to FP as you swing your leg over his motorcycle and wrap your arms around him. He chuckles in response and revs the bike, beginning to roll across the gravel filled parking lot. You press your face to his back and breathe him in, all old leather and aftershave and whiskey. You spend the ride to his trailer thinking about how you’ll never get sick of that smell or the wind in your hair on the back of his bike or holding him this close. Soon, you’re back at the trailer that you’ve already spent too much time in. You hop off the bike and fluff your hair out of your face, turning to FP expectantly. He looks dumbstruck. “Do I have a bug in my teeth, Jones?” you question him. “Nah. I just keep forgetting how damn sexy you are,” he answers, grabbing you by the collar of your pink leather jacket and pulling you to him, lips crashing together seamlessly. 

Unfortunately, you push the older man away, remembering you’re still outside. “Let’s go inside. I think if we stay out here we’ll end up breaking a few decency laws,” you grab his hand and pull him inside the trailer. “Someone’s already made herself at home,” FP smiles as you walk in and throw your jacket on the table. 

“I figure you ask me to stay the night twice in a row, I practically own the joint,” you reply dripping with sass as you begin to turn back to him. But before you can swivel your hips around, he’s on you from behind. He grabs your hips with one hand and snakes his other up to your throat, not applying much pressure but holding you in place. You close your eyes in pure bliss. “I’m sure you’d like that, little girl, but watch the attitude,” he whispers into your ear, biting your earlobe softly as he begins to trail kisses down the side of your neck. Your bratty side fluttered at the thinly veiled threat and you couldn’t hold back your next words, “Or what?” you whispered devilishly back at him. 

It seemed like that was exactly the response he was looking for. “Daddy’s gonna have to teach you a lesson. Punish you for being so bad,” he whispered into your neck as he moved the hand from your hip, down to the buttons on your jeans. He slowly popped them open and shoved his hand down your pants, ghosting over the place where you needed him most. “You know how good I can make you feel if you behave for me, baby girl. So be a good little princess and strip for daddy,” FP commanded, removing his hands from you and backing down to sit on the couch. You did as you were told, kicking off your shoes and socks, and beginning to practically rip off your jeans before he started to click his tongue at you. “Take it slow for me, little girl. I want to enjoy every moment.” You nodded your head and continued your mission at a snail’s pace. You hooked your hands into your jeans and dragged them down your ass, bending down and giving him the show he so desperately wanted. You didn’t bother to unsnap the body suit, instead pushing it off your body slowly from the straps, exposing your erect nipples (bras weren’t really your thing, to be honest) and eventually doing the same bent over position to show off your ass again, this time with no fabric in the way of the view (panties were pointless in body suits, you thought). Once all your clothes sat in a pile on the floor, you walked over to the seated man, and sat on his thigh, your core pressed against his denim clad thigh deliciously. You accidentally moaned at the friction it caused, and FP placed his hands on your hips, grinding you down onto his leg again. “You gonna fuck yourself on daddy’s lap, pretty girl?” he asked you while pushing your hips at a steady pace. You could only nod in response, your face already going soft with bliss. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, you nakedly grinding against him while he controlled the pace with his hands bruising your hips. Soon though, it all became too much and you craved the feeling of him inside of you. “Please,” you stuttered out, barely above a whisper. “Please what?” FP replied, holding you in place. “I need you inside of me, daddy. Please fuck me,” you begged him. He smirked, lifting your hips up and placing you on the couch next to him. He stood up and started to strip himself bare, letting you watch and play with yourself as he did. First the jacket, then the shirt, shoes, belt, pants (complete with your wet spot), and soon enough, boxers. Already hard, he picked you up and sat back in his original spot on the couch, lifting you into his lap once again. “Tell me again how bad you need it,” he whispered into your neck, brushing your hair to the side with his fingers and biting down. “Please daddy. I need you to fuck my tight little cunt. Pleaseeeee,” you let out after an involuntary yelp. 

“Good girl…” he cooed into your hair, picking you up by your ass and sliding you onto his dick. He let out a little chuckle at the whimpers and groans you make as he stretches you out. “…such a good girl. Taking Daddy’s cock so good.” His hands kneaded into your ass as you ground into him before pulling away and spanking you so hard, you fall into his chest and screech with pleasure. “That’s it. Daddy’s got you, baby girl. Keep riding me.” 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You were already on edge from riding his thigh, and his dirty talk and ass smacking combination were enough to send a girl reeling. You found the strength to push yourself off his chest and grab his face, kissing him fiercely. “Cum in me, daddy,” you begged, arching your back as you came around him. He took the opportunity to pull your hair and arch you even farther back as he pounded into your tight heat, and very soon after, came with a grunt. His grip on your hair relaxed and you collapsed back into him (and he into the couch). You both just sat there, catching your breath, softly stroking sweaty skin for a few moments that could have anywhere from a minute to a lifetime. You weren’t quite sure. You were sure, however, that in the time you sat silently in F.P. Jones’s lap, everything felt at peace. 

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Rosewater

In which Harry loves baths and can’t keep his hands off of Y/N + kinda soft, kinda giggly sex.

Fluff, Smut / 4.4k words.

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Road Trip Tease

Request: Hey so I’m kinda new to your account but I’ve had this idea where the reader and Damon are in his car on a road trip somewhere and he’s being like really how and sweet and he like puts his hand on your thigh and teasing you and then you get to like the resort and you room and you two end up doing it and he’s like really dominant and it’s like really sexy and teasy. U r an amazing writer and I can’t wait to keep reader ur stuff.l!😁😁😁😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥❤❤❤ – Anon

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Warnings:  smut, language

Word Count: 1356

A/N: Feedback is loved!

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“Damon, where we going?” You asked as you placed your bag in the backseat. “(Y/n), my love, my princess, my everything—“ You chuckled at your lovely boyfriend. “Cut the chase, love.” You smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Geez, (y/n), I know we’ve been together for like 159 years, can I not treat my girl to something special?” Damon sassed back. You sighed and playfully rolled your eyes. “Exactly, baby, we’ve been together for literally over a century and half, we don’t have to do something special each year.” You smiled softly.

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🦋 ~1.000 calorie burn workout

🌱 good for toning up torso, thighs, calves, butt, arms, abs & tummy. basically ur whole body sksksk

🕊 remember: this can take up to more than an hour, don’t rush this. feel free to take 10 second breaks or more and drink water everytime you get a dry mouth. stay safe. breathe.

1. 100 jumping jacks,

2. 150 crunches,

3. 50 donkey kicks each,

4. 20’ plank,

5. 30 side legs each,

6. 30 toe touches,

7. 30 slide throughs,

8. 100 bicycle crunches,

9. 60 scissors,

10. 5 burpees,

11. 20 knee to elbow ratio,

12. 20 modified pushups,

13. 50 laying down squats,

14. 20’ plank x 2,

15. 40 hand twirls,

16. 40 sit ups,

17. 30’ wall sit,

18. 20 “female” push ups,

19. 20 squats,

20. 10 sumo squats,

21. 20 lunges,

22. 10 push ups,

23. 20 leg raises,

24. 100 calf kicks,

25. 40 toe raises,

26. 30’ mountain climbers,

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night fever

hyde x reader

drug tw (weed)

[been playing around with this for a while, let me know what you guys think and what should happen in the next part! (i meant to post this last night but got baked and forgot lol i’m sorry)]

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point place, wisconsin

february 17th, 1977

9:03 p.m.

location:

eric forman’s basement

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you laughed as you passed steven the bowl, your whole body shaking. he grabbed the yellow glass piece, grinning as he shook his head at your uncontrollable laughter. he can’t remember exactly why you all were laughing, but at the hurt look on kelso’s face and the smug look on donna’s he could take a guess. you were sitting on his lap and hanging with the others out in forman’s basement, doing what you guys always did on nights like this.

“i feel so bubbly!” you exclaimed as you leaned off steven’s lap to take a sip from your soda, the glass bottle clicking against your rings. you stared at the dainty gold pieces on your hand- studying the way they shined in the dim light before the flavor of the orange soda caught your attention, the taste unbelievable as you felt the fizz in your mouth, almost downing the whole bottle. you probably would have if steven hadn’t nudged your back.

you grinned as you set the bottle down on the basements makeshift table, looking behind you towards steven before looking around the circle.

steven and you were sat in his usual lawn chair sprawled out, each other’s legs tangled with one another. nobody was sat in front of the tv this time as the weather hummed in the background. kelso was in the corner giggling his ass off at god knows what, about to fall off his seat while eric was sat with donna, the two pressed against each other on the couch. eric seemed to be singing along to floyd in the background while donna lit the bowl for him. your smile stayed on your face as you listened to the music, day dreaming for only a moment-

you almost jumped out of your skin when steven squeezed your hip, nodding his head towards eric who was attempting to pass the piece to you.

you grabbed the bowl and lighter from him in a rush, accidentally dropping the lighter on the floor. as you reached to grab it you slipped, almost sliding off of stevens lap. your eyes widened as you went to protect the glass piece, hoping you wouldn’t spill ashes and glass everywhere on kitty’s clean floor. you doubt she would notice if you cleaned it, but you’d still feel bad mussing it up.

steven grabbed you before you could fall, pulling you closer up against his chest while trying to steady you. “easy” he murmured in your ear, your face turning red.

“i’m sorry- i’m like really high right now and super clumsy” you stuttered in his lap, suddenly embarrassed. you almost always dropped or spilled something when you were high, your limbs just got too heavy to manage. same with your voice—it felt like your tongue would get in the way when you spoke, syllables becoming one as letters were dropped or mangled.

he shook his head with a smirk and got the lighter off the floor while plucking the bowl out of your hands and holding it, motioning for you to move your head down.

“i’ll light it for you” he explained, flicking the lighter. you leaned down slightly and looked at him through your lashes, inhaling when you heard the tell-tale flick. you winced at the bright light of the flame burned your eyes before they adjusted, the smell of butane covering your senses. your eyes closed as you felt the hot smoke curl around your throat, pulling away when steven uncovered the carb.

you exhaled away from stevens face, watching him as he lit the bowl for himself. you swayed slightly to the guitar solo in the background, the music seeming to be wrapping around you as you enjoyed your high.

steven joined you, shifting closer to you before he inhaled, now making eye contact with you. his eyes twinkled in the dim light you noticed, brighter than any of the stones on your rings had. just the fact that you could even see him without the classic tinted shades was a treat.

you carded your fingers through his hair as he pulled away, inhaling any smoke that tried to escape from his lips.

he paused before grabbing for your face softly, his lips tight against yours for a second before he opened his mouth. you got the hint and did the same, inhaling the smoke that was in his mouth.

you blew the smoke out as you pulled away, he was already passing it back unto kelso.

kelso waved the bowl away laughing.

“i’m good, i’m about to leave and don’t want red or someone to smell me.” he laughed, passing it to donna who shrugged and took it. kelso fidgeted in his chair before you turned to him, confused.

“where are you going?” you asked slowly, more focused on the records playing in the background than the conversation. the smile on kelso’s face only grew as he looked around the room.

“your mom’s room!” he yelled, pointing at eric before yelling his signature “burn!”

donna smacked him since eric was busy with the pipe, you and hyde both threw matches and cards at him.

he gasped before ducking behind his chair. “truce! that was my eye!” he whined as steven managed to get a bottle cap past his barricade.

steven threw a final card before he motioned you to get up, wiping his hands on his pants.

“i’m gonna hit the bathroom and then we should get something to eat, i’m starving” he announced, directing the statement at the group but only looking at you. you were terrible at paying attention when you were baked, steven learned the hard way after you not listening one too many times.

you nodded as you plopped down on the chair where he was before, finishing off the bowl.

eric and donna whispered to each other before agreeing to going too, kelso just wanted to go for the ride.

“then it’s settled” he yawned before patting your head, trekking up the basement stairs.

“i’m gonna follow him—i’ll tell my mom we’re leaving” eric yawned, leaving donna on the couch while kelso played with the tv knobs.

donna and you both caught each other’s eyes as he stomped up the stairs; donna got up and started to clean up, dumping the ashes and spraying fabreeze while you lit some incense.

you stretched as you got off the lawn chair, groaning as your muscles tensed. you snagged a water off the table, chugging it as quickly as you could (you had some major cotton mouth). you shook your head as you got your bearings, time seeming to be moving slower every second. you shivered and looked around before going to stevens room and snatching his jacket off his cot bed.

his room is one of your favorite places, besides your bed and the hub. his room was small and always messy—almost the exact opposite of your room. he tried to fit everything he found into the closet sized area, and it showed. just on his bed alone besides his signature jacket lie a video camera, a couple rolls of film, two vinyl records and one of your shirts you left on his floor from the last time you came over. it was endearing, but annoying when you were looking for something specific.

you zipped up the familiar smell around you of cheap cologne, weed, and mint before grabbing your wallet off his dresser and heading back into the main room, steven and eric already back from the bathroom.

“where we going and who’s driving?” you asked, leaning on steven. everybody seemed to speak at once, ideas coming from every direction.

“we could go to the hub?” donna suggested, but hyde shook his head.

“too far away”

eric looked up, tilting his head “what about that new chicken place?”

“i don’t have that type of money” you snorted, looking up at hyde.

“i really want some ice cream” kelso sighed, messing with some random crap that was on the table.

“i could go for a burger” you responded, snapping your fingers. “what about fatso burger?”

“that could work, it’s like 2 miles away and closes at 11” donna provided, looking at kelso while he pouted “and they have milk shakes”

you thought he murmured a complaint and was proven right when donna smacked him upside his head. he gasped, clutching his head before backing away.

everyone shuffled around the room, getting their coats and shoes on as eric looked for his keys. after none of you could find the keys after looking for ten minutes, you guys decided that nobody should be driving, so you all slipped out the basement door as eric locked it behind himself.

the night was cool as the five of you walked down the street, singing along to the songs you guys had heard on the radio earlier. you bobbed your head as eric played the air guitar and kelso attempted to dance. steven ended up lighting a joint he found in his pocket on the way, passing it back and forth with donna as they walked behind the rest of you.

while you and steven have been going steady for a couple months now, her and eric were just now getting into their relationship, god knows where jackie and kelso are in theirs. you could hear their conversation, hyde giving donna advice for eric, their voices a low hum in the back of your thoughts.

you looked at the night sky, the chilly winter air whipping your hair in your face. thank god it wasn’t snowing this week, you needed a break from the cold. you didn’t get to spend as much time as usual when the winter storm would hit and honestly- it sucked. you hardly got the chance anymore to look at the night sky like you used to, talking to the moon as you counted the stars in the sky. you didn’t get too far along before a lit joint obstructed your view, hyde silently asking if you wanted to hit it.

you stared at the view for a moment, entranced by the red glow of the cherry and the white glow of the moon. you plucked the joint out of his hand, taking a deep drag. you loved and lived joints, it was your favorite way to smoke. you knew hyde was thinking this as you slowly inhaled, your eyes slightly lowering as your cheeks hollowed.

you blew a smoke ring into the still night air before blowing the rest in his face, smirking.

hyde began to open his mouth to respond before he got cut off by kelso, who yelled loud enough to let everybody in point place know they finally made it to fatso burger.

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The photoshoot.

Chapter 1

Christian wasn’t sure if it was the promise of fame or the endless amounts of “free beer” that he and polo had consumed, but right at that moment when Polo bent down, Christian was insanely turned on and he could tell that Polo knew it too. 

Polo started off slow, he had only watched others. This was a whole new world for him, but thanks to the front row seat he got to Christian’s last time receiving, he knew exactly what to do. After teasing the shorter man and switching his technique multiple times, with obvious approval from the receiving man, Christian let Polo and the entire empty studio know that he appreciated him by screaming his name and pulling his hair. 

It was different with Polo than it was with Carla or the other women he had been with. Christian wasn’t sure if it was better or worse, just different. He definitely didn’t last as long as he thought he would, given that Polo is a man and Christian obviously wasn’t attracted to men… Was he?

“What was that for? I mean I’m not complaining or anything but I thought that when you promised me the cover that I would be doing that to you, you know… for ‘payment’”

Polo’s heart sank as he really thought that he had gotten somewhere with Christian, even if it was just lust fueled, it was something. 

“Christian, I didn’t promise you the cover in return for you ‘allowing me’ to blow you. I can’t even guarantee that you’ll get the cover. It’s a very tough business and even with connections, things can go wrong. I would never ask for that in return for a job, I am not Hugh Hefner for god’s sake.”

Christian sensed the upset and defensiveness of the taller man and immediately regretted making the assumption. He really didn’t know how he felt about Polo, at first he was just the “baggage” that came with the girl of Christian’s dreams, but ever since that first night they all spent together, there was something between him and Polo that he was always reluctant to admit, even to himself. 

Christian moved closer to Polo, who had pulled away during his rant. He grabbed the taller man’s hand and wiped the single tear that had made its way down Polo’s face. 

“Hey hey hey, Polo come on. I didn’t… I don’t… I was joking, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” 

Polo pulled away. He knew that he wanted to believe Christian but he also knew that the shorter man didn’t even pay attention to him when Carla was in the picture. Which was why he was so eager to try something at the shoot. He honestly thought that Christian would say no as he usually did when it was the three of them, but Christian surprised him and even seemingly enjoyed their time together. He needed answers, he needed to know why Christian never let him do this before, he needed to be sure that he didn’t think that this was payment for the cover, the cover that was likely not even going to be possible. 

“All I am to you is just a dude who is in a relationship with the girl you like. You hate the fact that I am even in the picture. If you could have her to yourself you would but you have to deal with me.” Polo’s voice started to break. “All you do is ignore my existence when the three of us are together, you only push me away when I try anything. The fact that you didn’t pull away this time had me believe your ‘joke’ just a little too much.”

Christian was shocked, he didn’t realize that he was being such a dick to Polo who he really did care for. It wasn’t anything against Polo, Christian was just scared of venturing into a land that he was unfamiliar with, of feeling the things that he felt earlier that night, and of what it all means. Christian brought Polo back towards him by reaching for both of his hands and pulling him in. He stepped even closer and proceeded to explain his actions.

“Polo, you’re not just a ‘dude’ in the picture. You are a main character in my story and yeah you had every right to believe my ‘joke’ tonight, I have been nothing but garbage to you in this relationship. I guess I was scared… scared of you and how you make me feel and how when you look at me I get the same feeling in the pit of my stomach that I get when Carla looks at me.” Christian stared at the floor to avoid eye contact with the taller man. “I’m a poor boy from the ‘hood’ and sexuality wasn’t something that I grew up talking about. I was in the dark about a lot of my personal desires and feelings and… what’s that word… nn.. NAIVE! I was naive to the mere idea of liking men. To be honest, I didn’t even know that you could like both men and women until I met you and Carla.”

Christian paused for a moment to take a sip of the beer he had been holding the entire time.  

“So you like men… me.”

Polo’s finger shyley pointed in his own direction whilst staring into Christians eyes with a confused look on his face. Matched by an equally confused and scared expression on Christians face in response to Polos reiteration.  

“Yes, I think so, I don’t know.” Christian stuttered, “I am still trying to figure all of that out, and was doing a decent job of not doing so,” Christian smirked, “until about an hour ago.”

Had they really been talking for an hour. Polo checked his watch, confirming the timeline that had only felt like a few minutes.

“Any ways,” Christian continued, “I pulled away when we were together because I was scared of what would happen if I let it happen, If I let you kiss me.”

At that moment Christian didn’t know what came over him but seconds after he said the last six words he leant in and kissed Polo, this time with more passion than surprise. 

“If I let you touch me,” Christian guided Polo’s hands to the result of their brief but steamy makeout session. “And most of all, I was afraid of what I would have done in response.” 

Christian kisses Polo again and rips open the other man’s dress shirt. Christian stepped back, looking up at the taller man and smirked, within seconds he had ripped Polo’s remaining tank top open and threw it on the floor, taking a minute to appreciate the other man fully for the first time without shame or doubt. Within seconds the two had removed their pants and were on the table making out with Polo pinning Christians arms to the table. 

Christian was definitely a switch and was sick of not having his way.

Christian bit down on Polo’s bottom lip, as to cause both pleasure and a bit of pain. When Polo loosened up in response Christian took the chance to free his arms and flip, so that he was on top. 

Polo was more turned on than he had ever been.

Christian started to explore Polo’s body with his mouth, leaving a few obvious clues for Carla to find when they venture back to her place later that night. He explored every inch of Polo’s body, the male body was exciting and scary and confusing to him and he loved every bit of adrenaline that came with it. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, Christian don’t sssttoppp.”

Christian being the cocky bastard that he is stopped.“Just a reminder this is not a favor to you just so I can get the cover. I actually want this,” Christian looked into Polos eyes to reassure him and then smirked, “But also don’t judge me this is my first time sucking a guys dick so I probably won’t be great.”

That was a lie, Polo had never felt so much ecstasy since he actually took ecstasy.

Just as Polo came down from his orgasm, Carla walked into the studio.  

Chapter 2

Carla was wondering what was taking Christian and Polo so long to return from the photoshoot. Neither of them were answering their texts or emails. She was genuinely worried about her loves, did she really just think of them as her ‘loves’? Yeah her loves. 

She used the key that Polo had given her to the studio for emergencies and unlocked the door. Before opening it she heard a familiar sound with a different name in the dialect. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, Christian don’t sssttoppp.” 

That was for sure Polo, Carla opened the door of the studio up only a crack so that she wouldn’t stop the action that was clearly turning her on. She looked in and her suspicions were confirmed, Christian - the man who was reluctent to even look at Polo during sex - had her boyfriends cock in his mouth.

  “Just a reminder this is not a favor to you just so I can get the cover. I actually want this,” Christian looked into Polos eyes to reassure him and then smirked, “But also don’t judge me this is my first time sucking a guys dick so I probably won’t be great.”

Not only were her men having sex with eachother, Christian actually wanted this!

She silently wondered what the deal with the cover was but let it go as the moans grew louder.

The tables had turned since her first night with Christian, she was the one who got to watch. 

…

Carla knew one thing for sure. Whatever the reason for this sudden change of heart in Christian, it was hot. Now all three of them could enjoy each other and the jealousy and pettiness could be put, at least partially to rest. She also knew that whatever was happening, she wanted to join. 

Carla used her non dominant hand to push the door open as soon as she heard her boyfriend finish. 

Both boys stared at Carla with confusion and a bit of embarrassment. 

“Now I was going to suggest that we celebrate when you two got home but looks like you guys beat me to it.”

Chapter 3

Christian and Polo, both terrified and turned on at the same time, each grabbed one of Carla’s hands and lead her to the table that they had been only seconds before. 

“Now I know this is what you wanted from the beginning Carla. You finally got what you desired” Christian said slyley followed by a wink.

Christian then turned to Polo and started to kiss slowly along his neck, while maintaining eye contact with Carla. Polo grabbed Carla’s neck and pulled her in closer kissing her with as much passion as had occurred earlier that night. Christian took the opportunity to switch from Polo’s neck to a much more sought after region on Carla. Christian focused on switching from Carla’s boobs to Polos neck and eventually switched everything up by separating the other two and stealing Carla’s lips for himself. Polo responded by biting Christians neck for both pain and pleasure and proceeded to undress Carla, as she was the only one still wearing clothes. 

Carla was so turned on that even the slightest touch of her top on her hips as it fell down her body made her shiver. 

“Christian look we are even now,” 

Polo said with a smirk, but soon realized that the shorter man was still wearing his underwear, he must have pulled them up Polo thought.

“Don’t think that you can get away with that,” Polo said nudging Carla, who realized the useless clothing that remained on Christians sweaty body. 

“Now Christian, we simply can’t have this now can we?” Carla bent down in front of the man in question with a giant, slightly evil grin on her face. 

Polo knelt down opposite of Carla, lightly grasping the other man’s ass. Gently dragging his fingers along both cheeks and finishing the act with a hard slap to Christian’s left cheek. 

Christian responded by jumping and letting out a small but adorable squeal unapologetically trusting his large, and growing boner into Carla’s face, who took it as a cue to start her performance. 

Polo remained behind soothing Christians red ass cheek with kisses. He knew what he wanted to do but was not sure how the other man would react to it. He continued kissing upwards the shorter man’s back, reaching up to his neck.

Christian stood, one hand leaning on the table, nails digging into its sides.

“Fuck why didn’t we think of this before?” 

Both Polo and Carla stopped to stare at the clueless man. 

“Well you were mostly to blame for that, remember?”  Polo said, still standing behind him. Before returning to admiring the boy, Polo thought a punishment for stupidity was earned and thus spanked Christian, this time harder on his untouched right cheek. This time an intense grunty moan escaped.

“ Okay okay, you have a point…” Christian was cut off by Polo, shutting him up with his lips.

Carla rose as her work was finished. Polo certainly sped things up with Christian. 

Polo realizing that his beautiful girlfriend stood once again at his side stopped kissing the man in front of them to lavish the girl with rough lovebites everywhere above the belly button, his hands exploring everything below. Christian watched as he stroked his length, regaining his boner for the fourth time that night. What the other man didn’t notice was Polo whispering into Carla’s ear before he bit down on her lobe, in sync with his fingers thrusting, bringing Carla to a state of euphoria. Carla came down from her high and looked at Polo with a grin, shaking her head in a permissive way.

Polo walked over to the other man who was clearly enjoying the show. Carla followed and started running her index and middle finger along the entirety of Christian’s front half, skimping over the one area that he wanted her to tend to the most. 

“Fuck Carla, would you… my dick…” 

“Not yet”

And at that moment Christian felt a mixture of intense pain and pleasure run through him as Polo entered unexpectedly. 

“What the FUCK.. fuck Polo, don’t you fucking dare stop what you’re doing!”  

Carla wanted to join the party, she slapped polos ass, helping his thrusts before she knelt back down in front of Christian, lightly scratching his middle from his pecks to his hipbones, still scratching even when knelt in her position staring at Christian’s dick.  

“Now.”

Carla started sucking on the length of Christian’s dick, only seconds before christian reached his climax. 

“Wholy fuck Car… carlaaa…Hhhh… yy.. yyeess…Ppp..olo!”

Christian’s entire body erupted with pleasure as he fell back into the other man. 

Polo responded by grabbing polos arms, digging his nails into his biceps grunting with his last thrust, shaking with a moan in response to the feeling that followed. 

Christian jumped in response to the “surprise” that just entered his body. 

“At least we don’t have to worry about me being pregnant.”

Chapter 4 

Maybe they didn’t have to worry about pregnancy but cleaning up on the other hand… they may need to work on that.

“So Carla… how does it feel to have competition?”  Polo smirked as he reached for his favorite part of Christian and pinched. 

Carla was actually quite happy that the boys finally figured out what she could see the entire time. But she would never let them know that. 

“I guess I will just have to up my game.”  Carla responded by grabbing Christian by the neck and sucking on his neck as to claim him.  “I mark what’s mine,”  Carla grabbed Polos surprised face and mimicked the actions she performed on the other man, letting go and stepping back so that she was in between the two. “But I don’t mind sharing.” 

Within seconds Carla had pushed the boys together into a makeout session that lasted so long that Carla had the time to clean ‘most’ of the mess that the throuple had made. Sneaking glances at the boys, knowing that this was only the beginning.  

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Glitching (Derek Hale Fluff)

Summary ~ Half banshee + werewolf bite = teleporting to Derek’s apartment naked

Words ~ 745

Request ~ No

I lifted my arm up to wipe the sweat from my forehead but dropped it when I felt a shooting pain in my side. I looked down and saw blood seeping through my shirt. I lifted my shirt up slightly and looked at the mark. “You okay?” I heard Derek ask. “I’m fine” I said dropping my shirt. “Just a scratch” “That looks like a lot of blood” Scott said breathing heavily. “Its probably not all mine” I said gesturing to the werewolf bodies on the floor. They had ambushed us at Derek apartment, thank god they were only beta’s doing the dirty work for whoever their leader was. “Yeah” Derek sighed. I knew he didn’t want to take anyone’s life but we never really get a choice anymore. “Okay guys I’m going home to clean up” I said grabbing my bag. “I’ll text you later” I shouted before closing the door. I leaned against it for a minute taking a deep breath. I lifted back up my shirt and looked at my wound. A bite mark from one of the beta’s. I walked to my car thinking about the bite. Only Alpha’s can change people but would a bite have any effect if you are already half banshee. I was half banshee my mother was one but I didn’t get the whole thing. Just a scream and some good hearing. Driving home I felt really strange. I starting sweating but I was freezing. My eyes felt really heavy and I struggled to focus on the road. I parked and stumbled into my apartment. Throwing my bag on the floor I started to pull my clothes off as I walked towards the bathroom. I turned on the water and washed away the dry blood. I looked at my side but the bite mark was gone, it had already healed. That’s not good I thought as I slid down the wall and sat down. The water poured over me as I took deep breathes. I heard my phone ringing but ignored it. The machine beeped and I heard Derek’s voice. “Y/N you need to get back over here as soon as you hear this. One of those werewolf’s that we killed was an Alpha, me and Scott think you killed him. You need to come back, Scott is coming to collect you” the machine beeped again and closed my eyes. My skin felt so cold even with the hot water pouring over me. I opened my eyes looking down at my hands. I fully opened them when I saw my hands disappearing and appearing again. I stood up and ran out of the bathroom to my mirror. I looked at parts of my body as they became invisible and then came back. I didn’t know what to do. I looked into my own eyes just as I completely disappeared and appeared again. It was like I was glitching. I need to go to Derek I thought. Derek will help me. I walked towards my wardrobe as I kept glitching until I wasn’t in my apartment any more. I looked around I was in Derek’s living room. I looked down at myself while tears fell from my eyes I was still naked. I turned looking around. Derek was standing by his table staring at me. “Y/N” He whispered. I began to disappear again. “Derek please help me I don’t know what I happening” I cried. “Y/N look at me” He said moving towards me. “Focus on me” “I can’t I’m leaving again, I don’t know where I’m going” “No your not. Look around. Focus on staying here” He said staring into my eyes. “I don’t know how to Derek. I’m scared” I was suddenly pulled against his chest. He held me tight and I dug my fingers into his back hoping it might help keep me in that moment. “Please don’t let go” I whispered. “I’ll never let you go” He whispered back looking down at me. He slowly started to lean down until our lips met. I moved my hands from his back to his neck pulling him down to me. We kissed slowly savouring every second. My heart rate slowed down as he held me. We separated and I stood for a minute waiting for something to happen. Derek pulled off his sweatshirt and pulled it over my head before slipping his hand into mine. “We’ll figure it out” He said before kissing my forehead.

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Here to Watch the Game (Smut)

“Hurry up Y/N!”

Your best friend, C/N yelled as he sat on the couch, beer in hand. You were at his house to watch the latest football match. You rolled your eyes as the sound of the microwave beep interrupted your groan.  You grabbed the popcorn and walked over to him, placing it next to his hand as you sat next to it.

“Do I get a thank you?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“How good the popcorn is.”

You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder as he threw a popcorn into his mouth, smirking as he caught it.

“He shoots, he scores!”, you yelled as he smirked a chuckled while you clapped.

“You’re adorable.”, he murmured, looking into your eyes as they met his.

“What did you just say?” you smiled.

“Nothing.” he said focusing his attention back on the tv.

“Oi!”, you said as you threw a popcorn at him.

“C’mon Y/N, you know better than to waste a good piece of popcorn”

C/N took a sip from his beer. You watched his lips curve around the bottle, wishing they were on yours. You had to admit that C/N was very attractive. You could slightly see his abs through his white shirt and wondered what they would look like with his clothes on the floor.  He was the perfect guy, and every girl at school knew that, including you. But whenever anyone asked him about his relationship status, he’d always tell them “Sorry I have a girl I’m going to see about”. And sometimes, deep in your heart, you thought that girl was you, and you wanted it to be you so bad. But you two had been best friends since the second grade, so he probably just thought of you as a friend, and you also had a great, not perfect, boyfriend who you liked.

You looked back to the TV so that he wouldn’t notice your staring, trying to focus on the game as you bit your lip in arousal. You started thinking about his lips, and how they would feel on yours, imagining how he would touch you with his large hands. You rubbed your legs together to fulfil your fantasies, feeling a wet spot forming in your panties.

Suddenly, you felt a strong hand pull your chin to the left. Then you felt a soft pair of lips on yours as your eyes closed. The kiss was slow and tender, and his lips moulded into yours perfectly.

“You drive me crazy with that lip bite.”he whispered as he gently bit your lip and pulled it, smiling into a second kiss. While his lips were on yours, his hand was moving up your bare leg, playing with the hem of your skirt.

“Do you like what i’m wearing?”

“Depends.”

“On what?

“How good it looks on the floor.”

He smirked as you giggled, biting your lip as his lips trailed down your neck, sucking on your sweet spots.

“I don’t have sex on the first date.” you murmured with a smirk.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

You giggled as he got on the floor and kissed your inner thighs lightly. Your giggles slowly turned into moans.

“Doesn’t your boyfriend do this to you?”

Then you remembered that you did have a boyfriend.

“Shit. We need to stop.”

“Is he good to you baby?”

“C/N we shouldn’t-“

“Does he make you feel the way I do?”

Everything stopped, including C/N’s kissing. You didn’t love your boyfriend. He didn’t make you feel like the only girl in the world. But when you were with C/N, you always felt like you were his number one. C/N got on his knees and kissed your lips passionately, with a little bit of roughness this time.

“God,  fuck your boyfriend, just let me treat you well.”

He ripped your shirt in half and eagerly unhooked your bra, whipping it off swiftly. His lips trailed down your neck to your chest, eagerly sucking on your nipple as you moaned his name.

“Like that, huh?”

He smiled and continued kissing down your body.

“God you’re a fucking goddess.”

He lifted up your skirt, revealing your soaked white lace panties.

“Look at what you do to me C/N.”

“Does BF/N make you this wet?”, C/N asked as he removed your panties, licking the slit of your entrance in one swift move.

“Fuck, your pussy tastes so sweet.”

His tongue moved around your pussy, licking your labia ever so slowly.

“Don’t tease me C/N.”

“Just getting you ready for my favourite part.”

His tongue then moved to your clit, circling it at a rapid pace.

“Fuck, C.N. Don’t stop please.”

He then pulled his tongue out and swiftly inserted two fingers into your vagina, thrusting them in vastly as he used his other hand to take off his clothes. You moaned his name as he smirked.

“I-I’m gonna-“

“Wait, I wanna taste your cum.”

His fingers were quickly replaced with a tongue, while his tongue kept circling your clit.

“God, you have a first-class pussy.”

You clutched onto the couch as you tried to hold it in.

“Now.”

Then you let everything go, cumming on his face. Your body trembled as you screamed his name while his tongue kept circling your pussy.

“Fuck Y/N I need to feel you.”

He hopped on the couch and repositioned you so that your whole body was lying down on it. Then he took his underwear off, making his member spring right up. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed him into her pussy, letting a moan escape his lips. He started to slowly thrust into you, bending down to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear.

“Do I fuck better than your boyfriend?”

“Faster C/N, please.”

“Answer me.”

“Ye- yes. Now just show me how it feels like to be fucked by a man.”

And with that request, he started slamming into you really hard, forcing you down on the couch as he made your walls drip. His lips then moved to your nipples again, tugging on them as you cried his name. Pleasure ran through your veins as his thrusts became harder and faster.

“Fuck baby your pussy feels so good.”

“Fuck C/N, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Can I cum in you Y/N?”

“It’s ok i’m on the pill.”

And with that, you both released into each other, crying each other’s names as C/N’s thrusts got faster, trying to keep the pleasure for as long as possible.

Your body trembled in pleasure as you two finished, C/N’s body falling on top of yours. You both panted, C/N breaking the sounds of pants.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Break up with your boyfriend.”

“I’ll think about it.”

You grinned at him as he pressed his lips to yours. As your lips shared a soft embrace, the TV said, “Touchdown!”

“Talk about it.”, C/N skilled as you giggled. You both smiled at each other, smiling into a kiss.

“I love you.”, he whispered against our lips.

“I love you too.”

C/N then carried you upstairs to his bedroom, where he held you in his arms all night. Just before you closed your eyes, C/N whispered one last thing in your ear,

“I finally saw about that girl.”