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[wandussyfantasy]

Ok hear me out. I have several ideas so take your pick really. (For a “sequel” to Movie Night)

Wanda and Y/n go on a date to a restaurant but they’re so insatiable (and at this point I think it’s confirmed that Wanda is that girl) that R starts fingering her under the table and she’s rubbing them through their pants. They end up having to leave in the middle of their meal to get their hands on each other properly

They could also go to some kind of public event but each with vibrators that the other controls where they have a competition to see who will break first and beg for sex

Another one is Wanda could give y/n road head while they’re driving somewhere just to tease them so they have to pull over and put her in her place or vice versa where she makes them pull over bc sucking their dick just isn’t enough

I also just love the idea that they continue to fuck without a condom bc now Wanda is addicted to the feeling of y/n cumming inside her bc why wouldn’t she be. Plus she’s on the pill anyways. I imagine her begging to be filled up every time and I just🫠

I could go on but you get the idea👀

Roadtrip

Summary: Y/n surprises Wanda with tickets to see the Era's Tour but it comes with a price.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,259

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!wanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, public touching, fantasies, teasing, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“Can you tell me when the next exit is?” You ask as you keep your eyes on the road. The two of you were on your annual road trip. It became a thing the first summer that you got your license. There was an obscure movie that Wanda was obsessed with and it was playing at a theater in a town in the middle of nowhere. You surprised her with the trip out there. Before opening the relationship to sexual exploration, the trips were the perfect excuse for the two of you to be alone together. It was cheaper to rent rooms with one bed and have an excuse to sleep in the same bed as her. 

Now, this is the first time you're taking the trip and you're able to do everything you've ever fantasized about doing with her. 

The same went for Wanda. The amount of times she had thought about taking things to another level on these trips and now it was all she could think about. “Wanda?” You asked as you quickly glanced at her. Wanda's eyes were zeroed in on your crotch. “Wanda? Hello?” 

Wanda snapped out of her trance. “What? Huh?” She said as her eye met yours. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking for you to check how far the nearest exit is,” you repeat yourself. “I need to fill up on gas and load up on more snacks while we're at it.” 

“Right,” Wanda pulls out her phone and finds out the information you need. She tells you and you thank her as you keep your eyes on the road. Trying to not think about how distracted she was. 

Suddenly, Wanda unzips the fly of your jeans and you look at her with curiosity. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask as two of her fingers dance around on your cock. You gulp as you feel a part of your body come to life. She was possibly the most sexually adventurous person you have ever been with. Always surprising you. She pulls your cock out through the middle of your jeans before you get too hard and she licks her lips. Even barely erect, you still have an appetizing penis to her. “Wanda,” you whisper as you keep your eyes on the mostly empty road. 

She doesn't say a word as she leans over the console to start licking the top of your cock. You gulp as you continue to drive as safely as you can. Her tongue starts to trail along the base of your cock as it stiffens up. Her fingers reach into your jeans to play with your balls. “Fuck, Wanda,” you groan as her lips wrap around your tip. She circles her tongue around the skin and plays with the hole. Then she starts to bob her head up and down on your cock. “You're going to be the death of me,” you say as she continues to suck you off. Knowing exactly what you like. 

After the first swerve of the car, you knew that you were far too gone to continue driving so you pulled off to the side of the empty road. You shut the car off as Wanda's blowjob got more aggressive. “Oh yeah baby, you've gotten so good at this,” you groan as your hand gets tangled in her hair and you start to guide her head as you thrust your hips, gently fucking her mouth. 

“I’m cumming,” you grunt before you burst in her mouth. Your load is too much and Wanda has to pull away. Your cum shoots out onto the steering wheel and the roof of the car. “Shit!” You say as you look around for something to clean it with. You find your old cum rag in your glove compartment that you haven't had to use since Wanda became your personal cum dump. You wipe your cum off of the places it landed on.

“You're still hard,” Wanda observes as she wipes the cum off of her lips. Your dick twitches from the acknowledgement. 

“You're still hot,” you wink at her. “Backseat,” you tell her as you get out of the car to move to the back. She follows and once the two of you are situated, you finger her as you kiss her. She is soaking wet already. “Gosh, you're insatiable,” you mutter against her lips. 

“I can't help it, you're irresistible,” she said as she moved her lips to your neck. “Come on, stop fingering me already. Who knows how long we have?” She whispers into your ear. “Fuck me already,” she says and you nod as you take your fingers out of her and suck on your fingers.

 “Mmm nothing tastes better than that,” you compliment and gaze into her eyes as you slowly guide yourself into her pussy. “Oh and no one has ever felt as good as that.” 

“Gross, I don't want to think about you fucking anyone else,” Wanda grouches as she meets your thrusts. 

“No?” You say as you place your lips close to her ear. “Not even if you were there?” Wanda whimpers and you know that you struck a nerve. “Can't you see it? I'm fucking another person while they eat you out. Could be another woman, could be a guy, could be-” 

“A girl, it's another mmmph, it's another girl,” Wanda says as she grips your shirt. 

“Mm ok, it's another girl,” you continue to roll your hips into her. “It starts with you eating her out first. I'm hiding behind the door watching. Oh yeah, you don't know I'm there at first. You think it's just you and her. Mmpf fuck,” you are turning yourself on with this fantasy. “I'm jerking off as you make her cum with your talented tongue. Then I walk in when you're making out with her. My dick is hard and out. You aren't surprised when you see me as you invite me closer.” 

“Oh Y/n,” Wanda moans, “keep going. Harder.” 

Your thrusts get a little rough as you continue to stretch her tight pussy with your giant cock. “You take turns sucking me off. Then you um ugh fuck! Then you guide me into her pussy. Mm yeah and you sit on her face while you watch me fuck her.” Your groans get louder as you start to lose yourself in Wanda and in the fantasy. “She uh she is eating you out. Yeah. Like her life depends on it. And then you make me pull outta before I cum because my cum is yours.”

“Hell yeah it is,” she pants out as she plays with her breasts. 

“Then I lay down and you ride my cock while she sits on my faaaaccccee,” you start to cum inside of Wanda. “Fuckin hell,” you grunt as your thrusts slow down and become more jagged. You stop talking as you fall into the back of the seat feeling exhausted. Wanda’s walls tighten around your cock as she orgasms as well, milking everything from you. 

“Thank you,” Wanda says as she kisses your sweaty forehead. “You've given me a lot to think about when I'm using willy.” 

You laugh as you pull out of her. You reach in the bag that she told you willy was in and you plug her pussy with it to keep your cum inside. You turn the vibrator on and move back to the driver's seat. “Have fun,” you wink back at her as you turn the car on and get back onto the road.

The End.

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Pretend I'm Him [Pt. 3]

An MK1 x Reader

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[🔞Spicy/Explicit after the cut🔞]

You looked into his eyes, thought about telling him his eyes were pretty. But you just stared. He stared back. You considered that you might be falling in love. You thought you both might be falling in love. It felt fine. You felt ready to be fully enveloped in his arms. You pulled at his biceps.

“Hold me,” you said.

...

He did so, awkward on his knees between your legs. He pushed his bare chest against yours and slid his hands across your back until his arms were all around you, wedged between your body and the plush back of the chair. He peppered your cheek with feather-light kisses, then stopped. He snuggled against you and held you, nothing more.

You expected him to make some kind of move. To play with himself, to suck your neck, to hunch you, or pull you into a better position for sex, something. It perplexed you when he did nothing to indicate any expectations of sex.

“Are you… going to have sex with me?” you asked.

“If you wish,” he replied.

“Did you not want to… fuck me?” you asked.

“This isn't about what I want,” he said, “but of course I want to fuck you.”

“Then why aren't you-”

“You look satisfied.” he interrupted.

“I am, but-”

“Good. I will feel blessed if you stay satisfied,” he said, “but I don't expect you to. I can think of all kinds of things I would enjoy doing with your body, but I cannot stress enough that this really, truly is not about me. This is about you. Your wants, your needs, your satisfaction, your fulfillment- keeping you satiated is my only goal.”

“But that's so uneven,” you said.

“I will sleep tonight knowing better than that. You can take everything you want from me and I will still be in your debt. I'm not greedy enough to put a price on the peace of mind it takes to rest well,” he said.

“But I want you to get what you want. I want to see you getting what you want,” you said.

His breath rattled in his throat as he sighed.

“What I want is for you not to see how quickly I might come undone right now,” he said.

You looked naughty the second he said that.

“Oh no,” he said.

“Can I feel? Or do you want me to stop?” You asked.

You groped his cock through the fabric. He slipped the fabric down, exposing it.

“Yes. And yes,” he said, “but go on.”

His eyelids fluttered shut and his heavy breath rattled past your ear. His cockhead felt heavier, wetter, and hotter in your hand than you were prepared for.

You needed it.

“Condoms.” you said.

“As you wish,” he said as he rose to fulfill your request.

He pushed his pants down around his hips as he stood, and stepped out of them. He motioned for you to stay. As he walked away, you were able to see the way light painted every part of his naked body.

The light glinted off the shimmering wet tip that stuck out from him, leading his way, barely bobbing as he walked out of the room. Shadows bit into the V shaped cuts from his hips to his groin. Light and shadow combined forces to reveal more muscle and sinew in his legs than you'd dared imagined. You watched the workings of his ass and thighs as he walked away and realized that with all the power contained within those muscles, he could, and was probably about, to fuck you stupid.

He returned to the room holding the still-steaming kettle, used earlier to boil water for tea. He had a stack of towels in his arm, and a string of condoms dangled from his mouth. He set everything on the tea tray as he ripped open the perforated package with his teeth. His index finger and thumb found the edge of the condom within and rolled, feeling for its direction. He rolled it down on his cock in a swift fluid motion before returning to you.

You lifted yourself higher in the chair. He reached out as if to pick you up. You raised and tucked your legs expectantly as his hands went under you to grip the lowest part of your back. You shared a moment of intense, breathy eye contact as the tip of his heavy cock touched you. You were on the brink of telling him you needed to feel it inside you when he embedded himself within you.

He plunged himself all the way to the hilt as an unexpected groan, one that resonated like a cello scratched by a tiger, escaped him. He hung his head at a low, worrisome angle, so severe that you could see the knot of his bun as he rested the top of his head against your breast to hide his widened eyes from you. His rigid body petrified while inside you. You felt very full, very snug, and warm inside with his overheated motionless cock pressed within you. But after a single lengthy, shuddering breath, he swallowed, and shook his head.

“Oh,” he said with another lengthy breath, “oh that's not fair.”

The firm hands on your back unclenched. He would not look at you as he reached around you to the base of his cock. He pulled out carefully. When he stood up, you could see the well of the condom plump and filled full of his premature cum.

For a split second, you're simply frozen with thoughts running through your head, grimacing as if you had just broken something very expensive. Do I stay still and let him handle it? Do I say anything? Do I comfort him? OH MY GOD did i just *break* the grandmaster? Wow, it's kinda hot when his legs shake under him. Wait, why didn't I get to see his face!

His legs did shake beneath him as he stumbled away from you to pull off the spent condom and dispose of it. He washed up with a bit of scalding water and a tea towel, then reached for another condom with shaky hands. Curiosity quickly replaced your anxiety as you wondered what he was about to do with it. This condom also went on his cleaned cock, to replace the last one. This time, it took more than a few strokes to get the thing rolled all the way down the erect, but softening shaft. Once the bottom edge of the condom met the base of the shaft, his lips pursed. With one hand holding the desk for support, he held and squeezed the base of his shaft tight.

The faint but unmistakable wispy tinkling sound of cryomancy pulsed briefly in the room. He winced, hiccuped, and his legs faltered in that instance. He leaned heavily against the desk until he could regain his footing.

He seemed woozy as he turned to face you. As he strode toward you you could see how he directed his ice magic: At the base of his fleshy cock, an icy cockring cut all the way through the shaft. He turned a thin slice of himself at the base of his hard cock into solid ice, to constrict the bloodflow and remain erect.

“What did you do?” you blushed as you asked.

“Something uncomfortable. But I think you might appreciate the endurance that my discomfort affords me, if you'll forgive the interruption,” he asked.

“I could forgive the interruption if you hadn't hidden your face from me,” you said.

He dropped his head, a bit defeated, at your words. When he looked up again, his face looked beautiful and tired at once. You knew he didn't intend to disappoint you: when he thought he failed to please you, he hid his face from you during the peak of his failure. But now, the look on his face was one that sought your acceptance, your forgiveness, and your assistance.

“Hmm. You want to see my O face, do you?” he asked.

“...Yes,” you whispered, “I'm growing fond of you already.”

This caused him to pause. It also caused him to relax, to melt away some of the constant tension in his shoulders.

It wasn't just that you were growing fond of him. You wanted what he could offer you: a seamless transference of your affections, from a man that abandoned your clan, to a man whose presence in your life has been a constant.

Bi-Han kissed you apologetically.

“Reaching another orgasm will take some effort on my part. Let me attempt something if I may,” he said.

You nodded approval as he reached out to you.

He hooked an arm beneath your knees and lifted them over the arm of the chair, just to turn you over and gently lay you back down upon it crosswise, so that you found yourself bent over the arm of the chair with your hip bones hooked into the armrest, your ass in the air, your toes on the carpet, and your tits dangling against the wet spot you left in the seat. You certainly could not see his face from this position, but he could see your winking cunt, completely exposed and on offer.

The feeling of exposure gave you chillbumps of excitement, while the pressure of the arm of the chair against your bladder forced the sticky, velvety inner walls of your cunt to clamp down against each other. He ran his fingers along the backs of your thighs, kneaded open your cheeks, and teased the wet slit with the tip of his cock and the pads of his thumbs as he spoke.

“I want you here, with me. And I need you to stop thinking of running away. My vulnerabilities are not for disloyal eyes,” he asked.

His touch felt fantastic. You pressed yourself back and hunched against it. Your core flinched with each little huff.

“I'm loyal,” you mewled.

“I hope so. You are going to see everything of me that you asked to see.”

He trailed kisses up your spine, inching himself deeper into your hot cunt as he went. You closed your eyes. You knew why he chose to face you away from him, he wasn't ready for you to see him like this. You understood it to mean he felt vulnerable, not yet willing to look you in the face as he readied himself for you.

He switched his voice back to his raspy Kuai Liang mimicry to murmur praises in your ear.

“Don't take me too deep,” he said, mimicking Kuai Liang, “there's a shockingly cold surprise in store for you if you do.”

You held your breath. He sounded so good mimicking Kuai Liang, but your heart had started to want Bi-Han as himself.

“What if I don't want to pretend you're him anymore?” you asked.

You felt his teeth and lips and tongue against the back of your neck, chewing deep kisses into your spine.

“Then don't,” he purred in his own, rich gravelly voice.

You squirmed under him and slipped yourself open around his cock, demanding yet pleading out loud by whining the words “give it.”

He let himself sink into you, cock slipping deeper in your warm pussy.

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Bob Floyd - NSFW Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet for Bob Floyd! 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The first time you had slept with Bob you had expected him to fall asleep right away, like the few other partners you had had. Much to your surprise, a great surprise albeit, after he rolled over he was far from asleep. Bob makes sure to assess the damage, kissing any bruises or red marks that he had left, massaging and sore muscles. His hand never leaves the warmth of your skin until he is ready to pull you out of bed to clean you up, a bright smile never leaving his soft features as he guides you to the bathroom where he’ll draw a bath for the two of you. Once nice and clean he's tugging you back into bed, settling you so that you are laying on his chest, skin to skin, his fingertips gently ghosting along the length of your spine while he tells you how much he loves you. Safe to say Bob wins in the aftercare department.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bob is a simple man, really. He loved everything about you the moment you came flitting into his life, but everyone knew that Bob was nothing short of obsessed with your ass. The first time the team caught him staring at it as you ran past him while at the beach, he paid the price with a heavy tackle into the wet sand. Any chance he could get he was tucking his hand into the back pocket of your shorts, or sneaking a heavy handful, so long as he wasn’t getting caught. He may or may not be known to give it a hearty smack in private.

As for his favorite body part of his, he’d probably say his eyes because he knows how much you absolutely adore them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The first time you didn’t use a condom, Bob’s eyes rolled almost into the back of his head. From that moment on he pretty much wanted to come in you and in you only. Even if you are blowing him, he won’t let it go long enough to let you swallow, no he has to do it inside of you. You’ll be on your knees and feel him start to tense up, his hand flying to your hair to pull you off of him, “shit, I need to be inside you right now.” He moans, starting to get you undressed as fast as he could.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has no idea where this idea came from, but he really wants to put a gag on you at some point. He thinks you’d look so beautiful, probably drooling, eagerly looking up at him as you wait for him to fuck you. Of course he chickens out every time he thinks he is going to ask about it, but the very THOUGHT of it has him immediately hard.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bob had a very kind girlfriend in his early twenties who showed him the ropes. He wouldn’t say he was an overly confident person by any means, but he definitely knew what he was doing. He also knew that there wasn’t a list of tricks that would work for every single person, like Hangman likes to think. That was part of the fun, learning together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Again, Bob is a relatively simple man. Sex for him is about the connection and release. So the first of two is simple missionary. He likes the closeness that it gives the two of you, and how he can watch your face as he brings you closer to the edge. It also gives him ample opportunity to pepper kisses all over your face and shoulders.

His other favorite position is one that is reserved for when he’s wound up, heated at something that happened earlier that day. Before you can even really ask what’s wrong, he’s tugging at your hand and leading you over to your shared bedroom and tugging at your clothes. You allow him his liberties and follow his lead, not that you won’t comply and do it yourself, because you always will, but there's something he particularly enjoys about using his large hands to pull up at your hips roughly so that your ass is up in the air on full display for him. He loves the surprised little gasp that escapes your lips when he’s pushing apart your thighs with his knee. And if that wasn’t enough, one hand trails all the way up the length of your spine, applying enough pressure to push your shoulders down into the mattress. As his pace picks up, those long fingers are winding themselves through your hair, taking hold at the root and pressing down, face smushing into the mattress. He knows you can breathe though, because of your desperate whimpers which are music to his ears. You secretly love when he comes home wound up.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

First and foremost Bob’s priority is making you feel comfortable and cared for. He is ever the doting boyfriend during the deed, from soft forehead kisses to voicing his undying love and admiration for you. That honeyed voice pants a warm, “God you feel so good Babe” or “You look so damn beautiful when you come.”  Of course there were the days where he took charge more than others. But Bob excelled at the sweet, soft, loving times because he knows how to take care of you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Lt. Floyd, as always in everything he does, is a respectable man. He takes pride in his appearance, but not to the point of vanity. He is a well groomed person and that carries into his personal grooming. He’s not an overly hairy person, but he definitely keeps it nice and tidy, especially for his significant other.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If this wasn’t abundantly clear already, intimacy came easy for Bob after he was put at ease. It might have been a battle getting to the actual relationship step because of his anxiety or doubts that someone so wonderful would want to be with him, but once that was proven false, Bob is the absolute sweetest. At the beginning, he’ll be checking in with you to see if something feels good or if it’s what you wanted.

If he notices you look the slightest bit uncomfortable as he’s pressing into you, he’ll immediately freeze, brows knitting together while his baby blues look over your features carefully. “Everythin’ okay my love?” He inquires while pressing a soft kiss to your temple. When you swear up and down that everything is fine, he still takes his time and makes sure you are alright and most importantly enjoying yourself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It wasn’t a part of his regular routine once he got a significant other. His needs were being met, but that first deployment was rough to say the least. He called you one night, voice sharp and on edge, uncharacteristic for him. “Everything alright babe?” You asked. On the other end of the line, you heard footsteps pick up, and a grumpy huff accompanied by the sound of a door slamming. “Y-eah. Just peachy.” Clearly everything was not just peachy. He had been on deployment for three weeks, and it felt like the longest three weeks of your lives. Not only had you grown accustomed to sleeping in the same bed, sharing tender touches throughout the day, but there was also the whole no sex thing. “Really, because you do not sound very fine..”

“Just miss you is all.” There was a long pause. You were starting to pick up on the problem. A devilish smile crept up onto your lips. “Babe, go check your wallet.”

“My wallet? What does that have to do with -?” He chuckled.

“Just go do it!” You urged. There was some shuffling. “Look behind your health insurance card. I left you a present.” You waited, knowing that Bob was about to pull out a few nudes that you had taken, posed just for him. “Fuck, baby.” He breathed out. He used that almost every night to get through this trip.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Never in a million years did Bob think that he would want to spank you. Sure, he was an ass man, and he couldn’t get enough of it, but the idea of doing something that could potentially bring you pain wasn’t something that he thought he would enjoy. But you had begged, swore up and down that you would tell him if it was too much. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” he sighs, that resolve wavering once again as he pushes his glasses up his nose, chewing on the inside of his lip trying to hide the growing smile.

It started off slow. Bob shifted nervously from his seat at the foot of the bed. “Are you sure about this, because I don’t think you-” He was cut off, or rather distracted by your body crawling up into his lap, notably missing pants. “Damn.” He breathed out heavily, smirking at the sight of your ass clad in some lacy underwear all on display for him. “Don’t you just wannnnaa smack it?” You teased, wiggling your hips. “I might…” He lifted his hand, and when it contacted your skin it was barely a soft swat. You sighed, looking back at your boyfriend whose eyes were double the size they normally were. “Bobbbyyy c’mon! I promise you won’t hurt me!” Your whine egged him on, but not enough to have him start again. “Is that really all you got?” You knew that a little bit of a sass was what he needed to kick him into gear.

When his hand finally landed onto your ass at full force, you let out a breathy moan that had Bob seeing stars, and was enough motivation to draw his hand back again. He loved to see the way the flesh rippled after each swat, and how the skin reddened after a few times. But most of all he loved how much you loved it. Eventually the two of you even worked your way up to various types of paddles.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mr. Floyd wasn’t as bold in this department admittedly. Your shared home was where he was comfortable, and therefore was his favorite place to be. That being said, inside the home, almost all of the surfaces had been christened. The couch on a rainy sunday afternoon, the kitchen table after coming home one Friday evening and not being able to make it upstairs, the stairs before heading up to the bedroom. This man couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If Bob had to pin point one thing that turned him on the most, it would have to be your laugh. No matter if it was a soft, simple laugh from a text, or a full body belly laugh, any time he heard that melodious laugh he had to try and compose himself, shifting awkwardly trying to hide his excitement. Perhaps it was the way your nose crinkled, or how your smile would start off small until it couldn’t possibly get any bigger. He swore that laugh would be the death of him someday.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bob wasn’t in the business of telling you no often. He lived and breathed to make you happy. But he knew that when you had asked to try and push your limits a bit more he wasn’t interested. Anything that compromised your physical or emotional safety wasn’t something that he would entertain. For instance when he had tied you up and you had asked for it to be a bit tighter, but he felt it was already a bit too tight to begin with. Or when you asked to try out wax play, and he stated he did not want to risk burning your beautiful skin.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If it wasn’t clear, Bob thrives on pleasing you. Stressed? Bob’s on his knees without hesitation, placing light kisses up your thighs as he hooks one leg over his shoulder. Need to get out of your head? He’ll have you on your back squeezing your thighs around his ears, having to use his strong arms to hold them open as they are trembling.

The first time you initiated head for Bob, he insisted up and down that you did not have to do this. “Babe seriously, I’m- it’s -” He protested, your hand lingering on his belt. Already on your knees, you frowned, thinking that he didn’t want you to. “What, n-no!” His eyes were wide as his hand came to caress your cheek softly. “It’s not that I don’t want you to, trust me, I do. I just don’t want you to think you have to..” Which only made you want to even more. His cheeks were bright red as you undid his belt and zipper, wiggling his pants down his thighs. The icing on the cake though was the deep groan that resonated in his throat when you finally got him in your mouth. From there on you worked that into your regular routine.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)  

While social cues had never been Bob’s strength, his ability to read your body’s cues was beyond impeccable. You swore that he could secretly mind read, because there were days that you were desperately needing him to just completely overwhelm you to the point where you couldn’t move, and he never disappointed. Other days you needed that sweet loving Bob that you had grown to love, the one that spent the whole night slowly kissing you as you made love. Eitherway, your sex life was the most satisfied you had ever been.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Bob wasn’t in the habit of having quickies too often. It wasn’t that he was opposed, but he’d much rather take his time and make sure that both of you enjoyed your time spent together. It was important to him that you were thoroughly pleased, and if he didn’t have enough time to do so, or ran the risk of getting caught then he was hesitant.

The first quickie that the two of you had was more so on a dare. The crew was all hanging out at a wedding of a mutual pilot friend. Drinks had been flowing and Hangman had made an inappropriate comment about wanting to find some woman to hook up with in the bathroom. Bob of course shook his head in disbelief, taking a sip of his beer. “What, you wouldn’t do that?” You asked him innocently, genuinely curious.

“No, Bob here is too much of a gentleman..” Rooster laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. After another 20 minutes of banter, a rather determined Bob was dragging you off to some locked room for a quickie. Once done, he made sure to meticulously put you back together, making sure your dress was on straight and hair presentable. Bob came back out with a shit eating grin after that. The rest of the crew stared in disbelief that (not so)innocent little Bob just pulled that off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Life is full of risks and Lt. Floyd is well aware of that. His line of work is nothing but a gamble, but calculated risks that he was used to taking. But what he didn’t anticipate with the risk was the reward- that being the look in your eyes after trying something that you had always wanted to but never felt comfortable enough with a previous partner. ( I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, Lt. Robert Floyd is a soft pleasure dom.)

The first time you had convinced Bob that it was safe to tie you up, after much planning and research, and one of the best orgasms you had ever had you blinked up at him from half lidded eyes, completely fucked out and flighting to keep a smile on your face. It nearly had him cumming again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Bob is a physically fit gentleman. Under normal circumstances you’ll come once or twice before he’s even starting to think about himself. He can usually go for a couple of rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

As discussed earlier, you and Bob do on occasion enjoy participating in spanking. While to him nothing compares to the feeling of his hand on your bare skin, he has started to collect a few paddles and such to use when the mood is right.

You had a collection of vibrators that you used prior to your relationship. One day he looked at you, a soft blush creeping up on his cheeks, and asked if you would show him how you used it. “B-babe, you’ve got those toys, you know the ones in the dresser. D’you think you’d show me how you like to use ‘em?” Of course you obliged, laying back on the bed and Bob sat comfortable at the foot of the bed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is an absolute master at reading what you need eventually. While Bob is not a particularly cruel person, and generally lives to please you in any way he can, sometimes that includes the build up. For instance if you are at the Hard Deck with the rest of the pilots having drinks and he is sitting with his hand resting on your thigh, occasionally his fingers will wander higher up the inside of your leg under the table. He’ll look at you, asking if everything is okay, knowing well why you couldn’t sit still.

His resolve on the other hand, isn’t as strong as he would like it to be. The minute you are looking up at him through your lashes, a pleading glint evident in those eyes he just can’t say no. How could he when literal heaven on earth was asking him?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This was one of the biggest surprises to you, knowing how shy and quiet Bob can be around others. This man does not know how to be quiet during sex. It starts off quiet with little moans and hums as you two are kissing or stripping. The praise that drips out of his mouth is other worldly, which only spurs on your own little whimpers, which fuels his moans. It's a vicious cycle that ends up with both of you needing water.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bob 110% buys you nice underwear or at least tells you which pairs are his fav because he is absolutely obsessed with it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

While the sight of your boyfriend in uniform drove you utterly wild, it seemed like a complete war crime that it covered up so much. What differentiated Bob from some of the other men was vanity. They loved to show off their rippled muscles and washboard abs, because they worked hard for them. The physical requirements of the job meant they had to be in great shape. Bob was modest at best.

Your favorite part simply had to be his arms. They are a lot more impressive than he gives himself credit for. Every time he would wrap them around you, you could feel the muscles flexing. And don’t get started on how they look when he’s holding himself up above you as he pounds into you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

“Honey, I’m home.” He yells shutting the door. A small frown tugs at the corner of his lips when you don’t answer. Without hesitation he is wandering through the house in search of  you, a certain urgency in his step. Bob finds you in the kitchen, bopping around making dinner. Within seconds his hands find their way to your hips, firmly pulling you against him while his lips are placing open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders. “My God I can’t get enough of you.”

Wandering hands move under the hem of your shirt, skating across the warm flesh of your torso and up over your chest. “Bob!” You chuckle, focus on the task at hand starting to diminish greatly, “I’m trying to make dinner.” One hand leaves the comfort of your flesh to reach up and turn off the stove, “I cannot wait another minute darlin’, dinner on the other hand, can.” And without another word he is scooping you up, playfully throwing you over his shoulder so that he can take you up to bed.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

At the end of the day, Bob feels incredibly honored and dumbfounded that it's him that gets to take care of you. Frequently after you’ve fallen asleep he will lay propped up next to you, watching your chest rise and fall steadily. He admires the peaceful look washed over your features, and wonders how someone can look so angelic, and how he got so lucky. He’ll lazily drag his fingertips along your skin until he eventually drifts off too, lulled by the comfort of your presence.

Tags: @callsignbob​

[ikwhatyouaremikewheeler]

the curb: Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson

Note: I do not condone selling your body for sex by any means, but I just randomly had this idea so enjoy, didn't actually get to any sex, so I just put the extra 50 there bc the author is unmotivated and dumb.

Warnings: Oral sex, prostitution, rich boy Eddie, sex worker Steve, degrading names, cigarettes, I think that's it, lmk if I missed anything

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Steve stood by the corner, taking a drag from his cigarette as he waited, mainly for a car to pull up. Or maybe someone to walk over, offer him some money to go into the alley, the backseat of a car, give them a quick hand job, with some over-exaggerated moans after the guy lasts five tugs at most.

So to his surprise, when a nice red car, sleek, an old Cadillac, pulled up to the corner, with an Attractive man( not that he would admit it) rolled down the window with a grin; Steve was shocked. He looked nice, clean and put together, like he has money, and who was he to not accept the offer? So he leaned against the door, arms crossed as he leaned just outside the window.

"So, how can I help you today?" He purred in a sultry tone, one that if he batted his lashes and gave a nice enough smile, got him an extra few bucks. The main in the car, seemingly unamused reached over to open the door, tendrils of hair falling into his face. "Depends on the prices for a pretty thing like you." He shrugged, letting Steve climb into the car, rolling up the window.

Now prostitution in the 80's is dangerous as is, but especially for a man, wearing a crop top and a less than modest skirt. "well, it's 20 for a Habdjob or blow job, and 50 for sex, for the hour that is."

The man in the front seat, who had introduced himself as Eddie, pulled out his wallet, producing 70 dollars like it was nothing, the cash resting in his ring clad hand, which Steve had to admit, was hot.

"So, have you been tested? Don't get me wrong I'm carrying condoms, but it's better say then sorry." He explained, shoving the money into his bag, and looking back over, To which Eddie had nodded, Leaning back in his seat. "Believe me pretty boy, I wouldn't be doing this if I haven't."

Steve nodded, sitting in the front seat as if it was a chair, back straight, he was tense. "well we're either doing this in the backseat or in the alley, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to mess up your suit." He snorted at the end, rolling his eyes and Eddie sat up, nodding. "Right- yeah, get in the back." He mumbled, getting out of the car.

They had switched to the backseats, Eddie looming above Steve, who sat in the floorboards, looking up at him with wide eyes. This wasn't his first rodeo, but good lord, it was embarrassing now. A rich man, an attractive single one, tilting his chin up, with the pad of his thumb resting on the tip of his tongue.

"You really are a cockslut huh..? Looking up at me like I'm a god." Eddie Murmured, pushing his thumb deeper into Steve's mouth, who eagerly nodded, slipping deeper into his act. Eddie pulled his hand away, swiping the spit glistening finger( the thumb is not a finger-) across his cheek. "Now go on, pull down my pants like a good boy."

Steve nodded softly, reaching up to undo his belt, tugging at the dress pants zipped and pausing. His hand hovering just above Eddie's dick. Pumping it a few times, taking a small breath and sinking his head down; emitting a low groan from Eddie.

Eddie's head was leaned back against the car rest, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, with Steve quickly picking up the pace, his cheeks hollowed out, the tip of Eddie's dick hitting the back of Steve's throat. "Fuck.. god, you must've been made for sucking dick huh? Like a proper little bitch."

He whimpered against Eddie, hands resting on his own thighs, his tongue swirling around the tip eagerly, head quickly bobbing as Eddie entangled a hand into his hair, tugging as Steve moaned around his dick, sending a bolt of pleasure through his spine.

Eddie was close, closer than he'd like to admit in such a short period of time, so he tugged on Steve's hair, once, twice, three times before Steve had pulled off his dick, whining softly at the loss. "Don't worry, you were such a good boy- a good little slut."

Steve just nodded, awkwardly making his way to sit beside him once again, his face flushed, lips partly swollen and red. Eyes glossed over, god he really was a sight to see.

THE END??? IDFK WHAT TO DO

[littlemisskookie]

Sharing is Caring

Sharing is Caring Ship: Pimp/Boyfriend!Jin | Prostitute!Reader | Customer!Jimin Description: Jin graciously decides to loan you to handsome Park Jimin for the night. Warnings: Sex Work, Cuckholding, Threesome, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Humiliation, Degrading Names, Lots of Manhandling, Objectification, Dom!Jimin, Spanking, Slapping, Cum Play, Cum Eating, Oral, Blowjob, Double-Oral (you’ll see), That real nasty shit Word Count: 3,024 A/N: I just wanted something with these two since it’s a rare combo haha.

You kissed Seokjin gingerly, your tongues sliding against one another's while you two stayed in a tight embrace. You wrapped around him as you sat in his lap, fingers curled in his hair as you tried to pull him impossibly closer.

The woman at the desk had thought you two were like every other couple. Some horny couple going to some dingy, gross motel to have sex.

Little did she know, huh?

Sure, Jin was your boyfriend, but he was more than that. And you didn't mean in the sense of him being your soulmate (though you had no doubts that he was that too). No no, Jin was your pimp.

The two of you had been dating for three years, living together in fact when he finally revealed his darkest fantasy.

Seeing you get fucked by another man.

At first, you questioned it. Why was it he was into the whole cuckholding scene? Typically who ever's sleeping with someone else was dominant, and Seokjin was by no means submissive. Typically it's degrading and a sense of power play.

He explained to you further that it was a fantasy of being your pimp, walking you through the streets as a prize as someone tried to pay for what he got every night. Seeing you lose yourself on another man's cock. Ultimately he liked seeing you blissed out.

So that night you took him out for a walk a bit after midnight. You wore your sluttiest clothes and hung yourself on his arm, knowing you were completely down for fulfilling his fantasy of seeing you get fucked by another man.

And soon enough a guy had stopped his car by the two of you, asking Seokjin how much it would cost to take you out for a little spin. You had simply grinned at Jin, seeing his cock get hard in his pants as you leaned over to the man's window, popping your tits out of the torso of your dress and telling him fifty bucks.

Next thing you knew the three of you were in the back of the guy's car as you hopped on some ribbed condom you had packed in your purse, right next to Jin. You held Jin's hand as you ground against the man, his moans filling up the car as he came in the condom.

After that, the two of you got more efficient. Supplied condoms, met the men beforehand to make sure they weren't in league with the cops, and always made sure to have the men provide proof they were clean. Your prices soared a bit more, but they still paid. Most men just wanted to try a bit of freaky shit their wife or girlfriend wouldn't do, or simply the thrill. Others were just terrible with women or too busy to start an actual relationship or get laid. Apparently, this guy was into some nasty shit, but couldn't build up to a long relationship that worked up to that point.

So instead he was given a night with you and a set of rules. Clear boundaries and the most prevalent rule that Jin stayed in the room, no matter how much the guy wanted to get you alone to himself.

So the man today was a fellow commuter with Jin when they were on their way to work. Jin had let him in on your little secret, agreeing to let him rent you for the discounted price of five hundred bucks.

So here you two waited, tangled together as you waited for your third party, the next customer, Park Jimin.

You mewled against Jin's lips, whining. "What if he doesn't like me, Jinnie?"

"Of course he'll like you, sweetheart. I only pick the best, now don't I?" You enjoyed this tender side of him, the boyfriend mode, knowing it'd evaporate as soon as the second man walked through the door.

Still, you pouted despite his reassurance. "Baby, you never know, though."

"Trust me, with an ass like this he'll be paying me full price for seconds." For emphasis he squeezes your ass, giving it a light slap.

It's at that moment you hear a light tap on the door, in walking a handsome man.

To say you were pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. It was truly something if you were impressed by a man's looks, considering you were dating the Greek god that was Kim Seokjin. Most of the guys that came around weren't exactly top notch in the looks department, but still had plenty to share when it came to cold hard cash. Jimin, however, seemed to be utterly and truly blessed. With a sharp face and plump lips, you couldn't help but salivate at the sight.

"Jimin! Nice to see you." Jin grinned up at him, and you quickly climbed off, letting the two embrace each other in that masculine way guys did, where they'd clasp hands and yank each other to their chests, punching one another in the back. "You brought the stuff?"

"What? Oh. Yeah, yeah." Jimin pulls out a piece of paper and wad of cash. Jin takes both, analyzing with precision. He nods, confirming Jimin was clean and then begins to count the bills.

Once everything was confirmed, he looks to Jimin. "Well, I already told you the rules, but I'll remind you just in case. I get to stay in the room, no matter what. If she pulls her earlobe or says red, everything stops. No choking or hitting her, as in outright punches. Bit of slapping is fine.  No full on anal unless previously proposed so we can prepare for that sort of stuff. No scatting or pissplay either, just for the sake of room service. No filming or recording either. Other than that, she's down for anything."

"Including the sort of degrading shit, I was talking about? And, um, cumplay?" Jimin questions.

Jin's eyes light up with excitement at that. "Especially that."

"Fuck, okay." Jimin turns to you, his carnal gaze matching your own. You couldn't wait to try this one out for a test ride.

You bat your lashes, noting from your peripheral that Jin was taking a seat on the couch nearby, the perfect place for him to spectate as he stroked his cock. You divert your attention back to Jimin though, his ravenous eyes threatening to devour you whole.

"Stand up and bend over to grab your ankles. I want to see what I paid for, little girl."

You shuddered at his dominating tone, doing as he said and making sure Seokjin had a good view as well. You heard Jimin let out a sharp hiss upon sight, your short skirt riding up so high that your pussy was on full display, no panties to shield his view.

"No panties? Just for me?"

You giggle a bit, Jin chuckling as well. "I never wear them."

"And why is that?"

"In case we run into someone spontaneously who wants a piece of her. In my eyes no slut should even bother trying to cover up- everyone knows the only thing she's worth: a good fuck. All she needs to do is spread her legs and let anyone who feels like using her do it. It's all she's good for, anyway."

"Damn right about that," Jimin hisses beneath his breath. You shudder at the feeling of his fingers on your bare cunt, experimentally rubbing at your wet folds before plunging a finger inside. "She's so wet. Care to tell me why, little girl?"

"Because I can't wait to feel you inside me," you tell him honestly, your voice a low seductive purr.

"Oh? But you already feel me inside you." Jimin curls his finger, stimulating the rough patch with ease.

"Your cock. I want to feel your cock inside me," you whimper, rutting slightly against his hand.

You yelp when he gives you a quick swat, slapping your ass. As if mesmerized by the sight, he grabs onto the flesh with both hands, slipping the finger out to do so. You can feel the stickiness of your juices on your skin, but you didn't care, relishing at the exposure as he spreads you apart to get a good look at your cunt and asshole.

"Mm, I can't wait to break you in." You enjoyed the thought, as though you were nothing more than a new pair of shoes.

He gives you one last slap with both hands. "Get me out and ready to fuck you. And lose the dress. I want you naked."

You do so, turning to face Jimin, pulling the dress off and unclasping your bra, throwing it to Jin. He catches it with ease, giving you a warning look as he lets it drop the floor. You let yourself eye his cock, now fully erect and in his hand.

You gasp at the feeling of a hand coming across your cheek, a sharp slap as your face turns to the side. You don't have time to recover from the blow, however, as Jimin grasps you by the chin, yanking your face close to his. "Pay attention to me, slut. I'm the one paying for your company, so I expect all eyes on me."

You whimper, nodding with submission as his hand comes back down to your cunt, slapping it with a quick movement of his wrists. He cups your sex, running his hand over your folds and plunging two fingers inside. "You're still gushing, little one. Do you like being slapped?"

"Yes," you nod, whimpering as he slaps you again twice, each time as sharp as the first. You could feel your chin begin to throb.

He hisses in satisfaction, enjoying the look of your reddening cheek. He rubs his thumb over it, gentle as though to soothe the skin. "Such a good whore. Now get to work."

Jimin grips your hair tightly, shoving you to your knees harshly. You're quick to undo his belt, yanking his pants and boxers down. He was already hard, seemingly turned on by your humiliation and objectification. You don't hesitate to take him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you do your best to stare him in the eye. He was girthier than a lot of the customers, but you could handle it. At worst you were going to get a sore jaw the following morning.

"Play with your tits a bit, whore," Jimin commands.

You do so, playing with your nipples and twisting them slightly, pinching and pulling for Jimin's amusement. You squeezed them and offered them, as though trying to entice him further. You were tempted to press his cock into the valley of your breasts, but he pulled out of your mouth. Sitting up on the bed and laying down, he patted his thigh invitingly.

"Ride me, whore. Your job tonight is to make sure I cum. Face away from me, too. I don't wanna see that slutty face of yours. If I hear so much as a single whimper from those cock sucking lips of yours, I'll mount you. Am I understood?"

You nodded eagerly, getting in position as you straddled the man, ass facing towards him. You wiggled it a bit for him only to receive a double handed spank, and soon you were gripping his cock and aligning it with your entrance. You kept quiet as you slowly sunk down onto him, letting yourself stretch to accommodate him.

Slowly you began grinding, bouncing on his cock as you tried to milk his cum into your pussy. With you facing away from him, you were now able to look at Jin to your heart's content.

And boy, was he a sight.

His cock was prominent, leaking profusely. You could make out an angry shade of red at the head as his hand continued to stroke himself at the sight.

"You like his cock, baby?"

You bite your lip, remembering to stay quiet. Instead, you nodded your head, continuing to milk Jimin's cock with your pussy. You strained to listen in on Jimin's moans, the man beneath you letting out breathy pants and groans, squeezing fistfuls of your ass and spanking you continuously as you rode him. Jin let out a groan at that. He always enjoyed seeing you lose yourself on someone's cock, so submissive and pliant. He was so generous, it seemed, loving to share you with even strangers.

"Fuck yeah. You'll take anyone's cock, won't you sweetheart? You'll sit on anyone's cock no matter the circumstances, you're just that greedy. Is he filling you up good?"

You do your best to suppress a whine from Jin's dirty talk. He knew exactly how to get you going, and now you were panting, mouth agape as you began to ride Jimin with more vigor, your hands gripping his knees tightly as you anchored yourself to him. It was a sight, your tits bouncing with the force of your thrusts, and Jimin seemed to be enjoying it all too much, letting you do all the work as he simply tilted his head back and moaned.

Jin gave you a dark look, smirking at you in that way he knew made you melt. "Do you like being used as his personal fuck toy? Like his personal slut that's used as nothing more than a cum dumpster? Do you want him to fill that greedy pussy up with his cum?" He groaned at the thought, and soon enough he was spilling over his hand, cum covering his fingers and lap. You were a goner at the sight.

"Fuck, yes yes yes-"

Before you knew it you were being flipped over onto your hands and knees. Jimin placed a hand on your head, shoving it into the sheets as he grabbed one of the pillows. He used it to cover your head, both hands keeping it on you as he began to continuously rail you, mounting you just as promised. You groaned though the sound was muffled, at the feeling of him deep in your guts.

"What did I fucking tell you about keeping your fucking whore mouth shut," he growled. You could do no more than take it, hands fisting the sheets as you felt him drill into you at a ruthless pace, eager to reach his end and empty his balls into you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, take it, bitch," he growled, his thrusts slowly becoming sloppier as he felt himself nearing his end.

Soon enough his hips were digging into your ass as he pressed himself against you, tossing the pillow off of your head as he let you suck in greedy amounts of air. He didn't tolerate it for long, though, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving it further into the mattress, his sweaty chest pressed against your back as he rasped into your ear. "Fuck, that's it, take it all. Don't let that greedy pussy waste a single drop, little girl."

He spread his legs, spreading yours further as he emptied himself into you, and you bit at the sheets, groaning at the feeling of his hot cum filling you to the brim. You panted, sweaty until he climbed off of you, satisfied that his load was deep inside of you.

Jin cooed at you, noting what a pathetic sight you were. Climbing on the bed he flipped you over on your back, yanking you to the edge of the bed as he spread your legs further. "He really ruined you, didn't he baby? What a pathetic mess you are, look at you."

His hand ran over your folds, gathering some of the cum that was already beginning to leak out of you. Jin always loved this, playing with another's man fresh load inside of you. It turned him on to no end.

"Fuck, that's hot," Jimin groaned, licking his lips at the sight of his own cum covering Jin's fingers, mingling with the older man's. "Lemme try"

Jin didn't complain, moving aside from between your thighs as Jimin took a turn. He massaged your thighs, a more so gentle movement in comparison to the rough nature he possessed before. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue swiping over your heat, tasting both of you. "Delicious," he says, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he turned to Jin. "Join me? She still hasn't cum."

"Well, I-"

"I'll pay you an extra hundred."

"Fuck, yeah, okay, sure."

Jin was quick to his feet to go beside Jimin, spreading your thighs further as his mouth enveloped your heat. Your eyes rolled back, and you were dumbstruck at the feeling of Jin eating another man's cum from your pussy. It wasn't long before Jimin's mouth was next to his, both tongues working together. Jin lapped up the cum from your leaking hole as Jimin focused on your clit. The feeling of two sets of plush lips on you was sending you to ecstasy quicker than you cared to admit, especially for the moments their tongues would brush against one another's, uncaring as they did their best to make you cum.

You felt it wash over you in a wave, your eyes rolling back as you shuddered, bliss spreading throughout your body at the men's ministrations. They continued, lapping you for every drop as you gushed on their tongues. Both of them made sure to keep your legs spread apart as you tried to clasp your thighs around their heads but to no avail. You were trapped as they let you ride out your orgasm until you were left shaking and sobbing.

Finally, Jin came back up, kissing you tenderly on the lips. "You did so well, baby. So good."

"Mhm, couldn't ask for anyone better. You were well worth it," Jimin said, turning your head to face him as he gave you a tender peck on the lips, a surprisingly soft moment.

"Are you going to come back for seconds, then?" You smiled foolishly, enjoying the chuckle that was shared between the two men.

"Wouldn't mind having you as a regular, Jimin," Jin confirms to the fellow commuter.

"I'll see you two next week, then."

[nautiscarader]

The morning after + Ladrien

Smutember day 12 - the day after, ladrien, 2k, E

(Ao3)

If you liked my story, here’s a Ko-fi link if you’d be so kind ❤️.    

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First rays of sunshine gently flickered against Marinette's face, bringing her slowly from her deep, rejuvenating sleep. As she began waking up, she felt relaxed from the pains of the last night. After another all-nighter on the roofs of Paris, her muscles needed rest, and there was nothing more pleasurable than feeling ready again.

But there was something more, she couldn't quite put her finger one...

Marinette rolled to her other side, shying away from the sun just for a few more minutes, and then, suddenly, she smelled it. The familiar fragrance of Adrien's cologne, but stronger, mixed with a scent she didn't quite recognise, but stirred her mind and ignited the heat in her loins.

She opened her eyes and as the morning haze went away, she had to restrain herself from shrieking. Right next to her lay Adrien Agreste, with a blissful smile on his face, and with his hair ruffled like she has never seen before. But that was just a tiny addition to the fact that he was stark naked.

Marinette's eyes dashed to his naked bum, partially obscured with the blanket he's been sleeping underneath.

No, *they* have been sleeping.

That smell opened up a floodgates of memories of the long night. Their date, the open-scene show in the park, then the late night sweets, then their kiss, then another kiss, and another...

Marinette collapsed onto her bum, and nearly fell from the bed, but even that commotion and her clumsiness didn't disturb Adrien's sleep. As thoughts raced through her mind, she felt the sudden need to visit the bathroom, perhaps just to splash water all over her face to get rid of the burning sensation. She gently got up and started picking up her clothes. scattered on her side of the bed, when she realised something.

Those were her clothes, not Ladybug's.

She double-checked her face in the window's reflection. She wasn't Ladybug. And then she remembered why did she run out of her transformation.

They needed a condom.

Well, three of them to be precise, and as it happened she was the only one who could provide it on the spot, but for a price...

She remembered his sweet voice telling her he doesn't mind who she is, as he loves her. She remembered his face when the bliss consumed him for the first time. And second, and third... and how he looked at her when his lips brought her to her first proper climax, exploding with years of yearning and pining for him. And then she felt the longing when she had to drown the room in darkness as her transformation ended. But Adrien was there for her, reminding her she loves her with kisses, over her face, her chest and her sex...

Marinette picked up her clothes, dashed to the bathroom and closed the door behind her, wheezing as if she ran a marathon and not tip-toed just a few meters. She got to the sink and looked at her reddened, nervous face. Few splashes of water might have cooled her down, but there was something else that was burning her.

The overwhelming feeling of guilt.

She swallowed loudly and decided to face her punishment immediately, without delaying it.

- Tikki?

The small Kwami flew from her purse and, to Marinette's surprise greeted her with a gentle nuzzle.

- Morning, Marinette! - You-you're not mad at me? - Marinette raised her eyebrow, looking at her smiling face. - Mad? Why would I be? - the Kwami did a small somersault in the air, eyeing her with curious stare - Well... - Marinette began explaining, more to herself, than Tikki - I used my Miraculous for a selfish reason. I'm suppose to use it to fight crimes and akumas, and not... make my sex life easier.

She shied away, toying with her hair.

- Aren't my powers suppose to be used to help people? - Yes, but sometimes, that someone is you.

Tikki flew closer to her, so she could meet her eyes.

- And you weren't just thinking about yourself, you were thinking about Adrien too. It would be a problem for him as well. And... Well, all the people that wouldn't have received your help if Ladybug suddenly disappeared for a better part of a year.

Marinette blushed at the thought of Alya interviewing pregnant Ladybug, or news breaking that out of all people, Adrien Agreste was the father.

- Are you... sure, Tikki? - Of course! - I still ran out of my transformation after we... we were done. - she countered - If Paris needed help... - But then there were other superheroes out there, Rena and Carapace, and Queen Bee... - And Chat Noir, of course.

Tikki's eyes widened in panic and she flew around Marinette's head to avoid talking about that topic.

- The point is, you are so caught up with helping others, you forget that you deserve some help too. And a day off, sometimes.

Marinette smiled and gently brushed her Kwami's head.

- Thanks, Tikki. I... I needed that. - she suddenly turned - And I know what to do now to make sure I don't repeat that. - Put your clothes on, perhaps? and... Uh, take a shower?

The confidence on Marinette's face disappeared as she realised she's been talking to her Kwami naked the whole time, and that the memories of the last night still lingered on her.

- Right, maybe there are a few things to do beforehand...

=======================

It took the Sun a while to reach Adrien's face, but it wasn't the light that woke him up. He was having the best of dreams, one he wished could happen in real life... But with ever second of it, as sounds, smells and other sensations slowly overwhelmed him, he came to the realisation that it wasn't a dream.

He opened his eyes and was met with a sight so stunning he would have collapsed, had he wasn't lying on his bed.

He was welcomed by the warm and loving eyes of his girlfriend, her face obscured with her polkadot mask that oddly fitted her blushing face. But it was the fact that her lips were closed around his cock that made him lose all the air in his lungs. And he lost some more when he noticed her naked breasts, revealing she was wearing only her mask.

- Good morning, Adrien. - she whispered, and felt his cock twitch underneath her warm breath tingling with the droplets of his pre-cum. - Ladybug...

That was all he could utter. As if the memories of making love to Ladybug from last night flooding his mind weren't enough, the feeling of her delicate fingers and lips on his cock nearly made him jump, but Ladybug evidently knew it might happen, her other arm on his leg preventing his body from twitching too much. Though in reality, she loved feeling his body react to her caresses, as he tried to restrain himself.

Adrien fought with himself, trying not to stare into her loving, enticing eyes, as each second brought him closer to his climax. The gentle bobbing of her head, engulfing his tip with her warm, wet, welcoming mouth drove him wild, and he thought he would pierce his bed with his claws, trying to grip his bedsheets, had he was in his costume.

Unbeknownst to him, Marinette was in a conundrum of her own; with her only experience being Alya's stories, what Adrien perceived as delicate and sublime, was her inexperience. She peppered his shining tip with butterfly kisses, sliding her fingers up and down his cock, revelling in his taste and smell she only partially experienced last night. The aggressive and masculine, yet alluring fragrance kept her working on, eager to see once more his body being wrecked with a climax and his face brightening with the bliss she remembered from last night.

Marinette listened to his loving voice raising and falling as her tongue swirled around his cock, and the frequency with which he was throwing his head against his pillow told her he was close, though only when his mumbling turned into words of warning, she reacted.

- La-Ladybug...! I'm-I'm!

Ladybug gave him a kiss and let go of him, just as his cock twitched in her hands, and the first rope of his seed shot into her open mouth. She closed her eyes, and stuck her tongue out, imagining Adrien's reaction at the sight of streams of his cum shooting into her mouth, an image so erotic it made her shiver as well...

And then she realised she couldn't breathe and had to cough, putting an end to her graceful performance. Next few ropes of his thick seed landed not in her mouth but on her mask, adding splashes of white to her red-and-black mask, and a few mingled with her blue hair, turning the superheroine into a mess.

- Oh shi- oh, god, I'm so, sorry, Ladybug!

Adrien got to his feet and crawled towards his girlfriend, coughing on the other end of his enormous bed.

- No, it's- it's okay, Adrien. - she looked up at his and graced him with a warm, loving gaze - It's really okay. - Ladybug...

The two youngsters shared an embarrassed looks before she giggled at the sight of his terrified face, dragging him into a fit of his own, once Adrien realised that she really didn't mind. After a while she felt the loose strand of his cum leaking onto her face, and Adrien was quick to hand her a towel to clean the mess he made.

- I... I thought I would be able to do it better. - she spoke quietly - So do I. - Adrien admitted - Ladybug, I... about last night... - What about it? - Marinette looked at him with puzzled expression. - Well... I didn't... I didn't exactly last very long, did, I?

Marinette took him in her hand and crawled towards him, watching as his eyes widen and try to see al of her naked body at once, darting from her loving face, to her perky breasts and her enticing triangle of blue hair.

- I love you, Adrien, and I felt great, you have nothing to feel ashamed for. - I'm glad at least you feel that way. Listen, if there is anything I've done wrong then-

Marinette calmed her stuttering boyfriend down with her own lips, an act that just under a year ago she wouldn't have dreamt of doing, let alone naked. His hands automatically moved to her waist, and before she new it, the same Adrien that claimed her virginity last night pulled her against him, and the two rolled back and forth, making their limbs tangle again.

- Besides, Adrien... - Ladybug stopped them, as she pinned him to the bed - I think we can always try it a few more times, if you want. - O-Okay - Adrien stuttered, surprised at Ladybug's sudden proposal - B-Buy I don't know if I will... - You will be, I know it...

And with those words, Marinette moved her hips, sliding her wet folds against his erection, watching as her boyfriend once again opens his mouth in breathless moan.

- And we don't have to worry about condoms anymore.

Marinette reached underneath the bed and brought an actual package of condoms, revealing she might have run one extra errand before waking Adrien up with her mouth. And when she slid back onto him, he knew their fourth time would be the greatest so far.

[boilerevans]

A Waiting Game

Summary: Carrington Price was a small-town girl with a big dream. She just didn’t think it could become real life.

Pairing: Chris Evans / Original Character

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ (smut right off the bat, oral sex, fingering, consensual sex)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

As their lips connected again, the connection amplified. Their bodies moved in closer to each other and it seemed as though the air was getting hotter. In one swift motion, Chris moves his arms around her waist and pulls her onto his lap. The quick movement surprises Carrington and a gasp escapes her lips.  

Her hands move up Chris’s chest and to either side of his neck to pull him in closer to her. The kisses between them become sloppier and quicker. Carrington moves around to straddle his waist. Chris gently lays back on the bed and brings Carrington with him. He rolls them over and begins to place kisses along her jaw and neck. He sits up and pulls off his shirt, then quickly goes back to her neck.

Carrington’s hands make her way to his back. Her finger tips moving to feel every muscle.  

“I need to get naked.” She says softly.  

“I can do that.” Chris chuckles.  

His body moves off of her for her to get up. She rolls off the bed and begins to take off her shirt and shorts. Chris’s eyes look over every inch of her body.  

“Wow.” He says.

“What?” She looks up at him innocently.  

He scoots to sit at the edge of the bed and she walks up to stand in between his legs. His hands make their way from her thighs to her waist and back down softly.  

“I had imagined your body in my head but nothing this perfect.”  

One of Carrington’s hands runs through Chris’s hair. He leans into her body and begins kissing her exposed breasts. A hand makes its way up to her breast and his thumb rubs over her nipple through the lace fabric. Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath.  

“Take your pants off. Please.”  

Carrington steps back to make room for Chris to get off the bed. As he undoes his belt, he watches and Carrington makes her way back to the bed. She slowly crawls up to the top and lays down, resting her head on the pillows. Chris’s pants fall to the floor and Carrington can finally see his growing bulge.  

When Chris gets onto the bed, his hands move up her legs to her waist and latch onto the hem of her panties. Once they are off her body, Carrington parts her legs and bend her knees.  

“You don’t mind if I go down on you right?” He asks.

“Um, not at all.”  

He makes his way in between her leg and lays on his stomach. He moves a thumb along her already wet heat. She notices a smile cross his lips and he moves his head in closer. His tongue slowly adds pressure onto her clit and her body immediately relaxes.  

Chris begins to make small circles while moving a finger inside of her. This causes Carrington to moan and her hands make their way to Chris’s hair. It had been too long since someone else had touched her. As Chris continues, she begins to feel like she’s melting into the bed. He can tell when she’s close as her leg tenses under his free hand. As she finished, they pull away from each other.  

“You’re amazing.”  

Chris crawls onto the bed next to her and lies on his back.  

“Get over here.” He says.  

A small giggle escapes her lips and Carrington moves to straddle his waist. Chris takes his hands and places them on either side of her face to bring her in closer to him. Their lips meet only briefly before Chris slightly turns her head to begin kissing her neck. As he does this, Carrington rolls her hips into him to feel his length against her.  

A moan leaves Carrington’s mouth as Chris’s lips reach her collar bone. One of her hand reaches his chest and he pushes away. She then begins leaving tiny kisses across his buff chest and down his torso. Her lips quickly find the waistband of his boxers. Carrington places a hand against his hard cock and Chris finds himself holding his breath to her gentle touch.  

She pulls the boxers down to his ankles and throw them on to the floor. She sits up on her knees and takes his thick cock into her hand. Her eyes look up at Chris. He has his hands behind his head and a smirk on his face. She squints her eyes and shoots him a grin before taking his full length in her mouth. This surprises him and he quickly moves a hand her to her hair.  

“Fuck.” Slips from his lips.  

She slowly bobs her head up and down, swirling her tongue every time she reaches the top.  

“Oh, come on.” Chris begs.  

Carrington pulls away and looks up at him.  

“Well where do you want me.”  

“Hmm. Lie down on your back.”  

As Chris stands up, Carrington rolls over onto her back. She lays in the middle of the bed and spreads her legs for him.  

“Oh no. You get over here.”  

Chris his hands around her ankles and pulls her down to the edge of the bed. She takes her lip in between her teeth as she watches him bend down to grab his pants. He takes out a condom and goes to unwrap it.  

“I’m on the good stuff. You don’t have to wear that unless you want to.”  

“Let’s just be cautionary for now.”

He quickly rolls the condom down his length and then positions himself in front of her. His eyes meet hers and she gives a slight nod as to give the go ahead. Chris slowly slides into her and they both let out a sigh. He moves his hands around her thighs to pull her body closer to his.  

As he finds a steady pace, Carrington begins to have the feeling of melting again. They both start getting closer to climax.

“Oh fuck.” Carrington pants, and her hands grab onto the sheets.

Chris slows and takes a hand up to her breast. He removes himself from her and leans down to her chest. As his left hand removes the lace from her breast, he uses his right hand to slip two fingers inside of her. Carrington’s exposed nipple perks up to his touch and Chris takes it into his mouth. His fingers slowly curl up to find a spot that Carrington had never know was truly there.  

“Faster.” She begs.  

After she reaches her next climax, Chris enters her again and quickly finds the pace he had once had. Carrington reaches to find his wrists as his hand hold onto her legs once more.  

“Do you want me to keep going or do something else?” He asks.  

“Please. Don’t. Stop.”  

One of her hands reaches up and she places it on his chest. Chris takes this as a sign to lean into her and kiss on her neck. He quickens the pace and takes them both to their finish.  

---

The alarm goes off at 7:30. Carrington sits up and feels grateful for a late morning today. She grabs her phone and turns off the alarm. Chris shifts in the bed and moves over next to her. She scoots closer to him and grazes her hand across his bare back.  

“Chris?” She whispers.

No reaction.

“Chris?” She says.  

He takes a deep breath and rolls over towards her. Chris looks up at her and smiles. His arms open up as he stretches and wraps them around her.  

“Good morning.” He says with a grin.

“Come on. I need to get ready.” She tries to shimmy away from him.

She makes her way off of the bed and to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she smiles at herself as her eyes look over her bare skin. She remembers the way each touch and each kiss felt on her body. Carrington lets the sheet that is wrapped around her drop to the floor and she starts the shower. Steam fills the room and she gets into the shower, letting the hot water run down her body.  

“Carrington?” Chris calls.

“Uh huh?”  

“I’m going to go to my apartment and get ready. I��ll see you later.”  

She pulls back the shower curtain and looks at him. She notices how messy his hair is and the subtle redness of his sleepy eyes.

“My rental car arrives this morning. I can give you a ride if you want?”  

He smiles, “I’d like that. I’ll come back down when I’m ready.”  

“Sounds good.”  

After cleaning up, she combs out her wet hair and puts it up into a bun. She gets dressed  

in high waisted black jeans and a maroon hoodie. There’s a knock at the door. Not Chris.

“Hi. I’m from Enterprise. I wanted to bring up your keys.” A man with brown hair says.

“Thanks.” She takes the keys and shuts the door.  

She sets the keys next to her purse and heads to the bathroom. Another knock.

“Yes?” She says, opening the door.

It’s Chris.

“Oh. Hello. You’re quick.”  

He walks in, grabbing her waist. He pulls her body closer to his.  

“You look good.” He whispers in her ear.

“I need to finish getting ready.”

“Oh, come on we’ve got time.” He begins to kiss her neck.

“Chris…”  

“You know you want me.”  

He moves their bodies, pushing Carrington back against the wall.  

“No. I really need to get ready.”

She pulls away from him. He pulls her back.  

“You look great. We have plenty of time you just over plan.” He says, pulling her in closer.

Their lips meet. Carrington can’t ignore the spark that was so familiar from the night before. Chris felt it too. A small moan escapes Carrington’s lips as they continue to kiss. She pulls away.  

“Chris.”  

“Carrington.” He says with a cocky grin.

“I’m going to get ready.”  

“Fine.”  

She goes back to the bathroom. The phone rings and before she can get to it, Chris picks it up.  

“Who’s Cooper?” He asks.

“My brother.”  

Carrington rips the phone from his hand and answers it.  

“Coop. It’s not a good time.”  

“Why? You got a boy over?”  

“That’s not any of your business.” She hangs up.

“Well that was loving.” Chris says and gets off the bed.  

“He can’t mind he own damn business.”  

She heads to the bathroom, once again. She quickly puts on mascara and makes her eyebrows looks presentable. Chris stands in the door way and watches her.  

“Can I help you?” She asks him, looking at his reflection in the mirror.  

“What did your brother want?”  

“I don’t know. He asked if a boy was here and I can’t really disclose that information.”  

Carrington pushes past him and grabs her white sneakers off the floor. She goes to the chair in the corner of the room.  

“Well why not?”  

She looks up. Chris is now leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed.  

“Why what?”

“Why can’t you tell your brother about me?”

“I’d lose my job.” She gets up and grabs the keys.  

She looks over at him.

“Are you ready?”  

He gives a smile and walks up to her. His hand meets her back. Their eyes meet. Chris leans down and kisses her cheek. Making their way down the hallway, their fingers continue to graze as walk next to each other. They stand alone in elevator, with no need to break the silence. Chris looks over at her and his eyes gaze her figure. He puts his hand on the base of her neck, gently rubbing it. She shifts, leaning into his calloused hands. The elevator dings and she walks ahead of him.  

“Um excuse me?”  

They both turn. A middle age woman in a black coat stands in the middle of the room, slowly walking towards Chris.  

“Can I get your autograph? For my son?” She asks him.  

“You bet.” He turns to Carrington.

“I’ll pull up to the front.”  

She walks out the doors and is welcomed by warmer air. She clicks the key fob and walks to the black Ford pickup. She turns and sees Chris walking outside. He waves and slightly jogs over to her.  

“This is nice.” He says getting in on the passenger’s side.  

She plugs her phone into the AUX and shuffles her morning playlist. ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’ begins to play. Carrington chuckles and pulls away from the curb.  

“What?” Chris asks.

“Do you not know this song?”  

He picks up her phone and smiles at the screen, then at her.  

“How accurate.” He says.  

Carrington blushes. They don’t talk much on the drive to the studio. Chris is impressed by her vast music taste, for her age. A lot of old rock and alternative. When they get to the studio, they split ways. Chris heads to the trailers and Carrington goes to find Jennifer. She finds Jennifer on the second stage.  

“Good morning.” Carrington smiles.  

“Hi.” Jennifer says shortly.  

“Where do you need me today?”

“I haven’t decided but I do need to talk to you.”  

Jennifer walks away from the set and Carrington follows after her. Carrington tries to watch her body language to try and figure out what the problem is. They step into the hallway and the slamming door fills the empty space.  

“So, I’m just gonna cut to the chase. What’s going on with you and Chris?” Jennifer says and crosses her arms.

“Nothing.”  

“Well I don’t believe that. I know you went out with a group of the cast last night.”  

"It was Chris’s idea. We live in the same building and he said I should get to know some of the cast.” Carrington explains.

The double doors open at the end of the hall. Scarlett and Chris begin to walk down towards them. Jennifer turns to see them.

“Perfect.” She mumbles under her breathe.  

As they pass, Carrington quickly looks up at Chris who has a worried look on his face. His phone is in his hand. She feels her phone vibrate in her back pocket.  

“All I’m gonna say is that you need to be careful and have boundaries. I don’t want to see special accommodations being made.” Jennifer says. “Now come on, let’s get to work.”  

As Carrington follows Jennifer through the studio, she quickly checks her phone.  

Chris Evans: Everything okay?

She rolls her eyes and put her phone back in her pocket. She didn’t want to risk missing out on a chance like this. Throughout the day, she kept her head down and followed Jennifer’s every move. Every so often her phone would buzz and Carrington knew it was Chris. She couldn’t figure out what to do.  

When they break for lunch, she grabs a sandwich and goes to sit outside. The sun had started shining and it smelled like spring. She sits down on the sidewalk and pulls out her phone.  

Chris Evans (4)

She rolls her eyes and sets the phone down. Taking a bite of her sandwich she hears the phone buzz again. This time she unlocks it.

Chris Evans: What’s going on?

Chris Evans: What did Jennifer say to you?

Chris Evans: Honey, are you okay?

Chris Evans: Where are you? I want to talk.

She texts back. On the sidewalk, on the south side.  

Taking another bite of her sandwich, Carrington thinks about what she wants to do. She likes Chris. He was kind and caring. The sex was… wow. Amazing. But this was her dream career. She tries to think of what her dad was around to give her the advice she so desperately needed. ‘Being happy is the best thing you can be for yourself.’ She smiles to herself at the thought of his familiar words.  

Dark brown strapped boots step in front of her. She looks up to see Chris completely suited in the Captain America suit. She chokes on her bite. This causes Chris to chuckle.

“You alright?” He asks and sits next to her.  

“Uh yeah. You just look, really good.”  

He hands her the water he had with him. She smiles and takes a drink.  

“Thank you.” She says

They sit in silence as Carrington finishes her lunch.

“So, I talked to Jennifer.” He says.

“Why?” Her eyebrows furrow together as she looks at him.

“I knew you weren’t going to tell me what was going on. And when I brought it up, she got defensive because I was upset. It wasn’t her place to say what she did.”  

“I think it was completely her place. She’s my boss and this is not the smartest relationship to start. I’ve said that.” She says and gets off the sidewalk.  

“I thought we agreed on just you know… Enjoying each other’s company.”  

Carrington rolls her eyes.  

“I like being around you. Let’s just keep the pace we’re at.”  

His hand meets the back of her neck and he draws a line with his fingers down her spine. Her body tenses.  

“Okay.” She whispers.  

“How about I come over tonight? I’ll bring the beer; you get the food.” He says, as they walk together back to set.  

----

After wrapping on the day, Carrington follows Chris to the costume trailer to wait on him to change. She sits on the step of the trailer across from the other as Chris walks in. He looks back at her.  

“I’ll be right out.”  

She nods and pulls out her phone. She has a text from her brother.

Cooper: Call me when you can.

She clicks his icon and facetimes him. The phone only rings a few times before he answers.  

“There she is!” He smiles.

“Oh my god, you just keep getting more like Dad don’t you.”  

“I think it might be because I have my own child.”  

“What time is it? Is she up?” Carrington asks.

“No. Bec put her down 30 minutes ago.”

“Oh and why didn’t you?”  

“Because I don’t have the tits Carrie.”

“That’s not a good excuse.”  

They both laugh. The trailer door across from her opens and she quickly puts the phone on mute. Scarlett Johansson steps out of the trailer in her street clothes.  

“Oh hi.” Scarlett says, “Do you mind letting me in my trailer?”  

“Ope, yes of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” Carrington quickly gets up and steps aside.

Scarlett gives a small smile.  

“It’s alright.”

After the actress enters her trailer, Carrington unmutes the call.  

“Sorry. I was talking to one of the actors.”

“This project must be a pretty big deal.” Copper says.

“You have no idea.”  

“I got dad’s birthday off to come see you, if you’re able to.”  

“I’ll talk to my boss about what the schedule should be like then.”

Again, the door opens to the trailer and this time it’s Chris.

“Sorry. Cooper, give me just a sec.” She mutes the call.  

“Hi.” Chris smiles.

“Hey. We can walk to the truck; I’m just wrapping up this call with my brother.”  

Chris nods and they begin walking next to each other.  

“Okay. I’m back.”  

“If you’re done shooting then why does it seem like you’re still working?” Cooper asks.

“Well, believe it or not brother, I am making friends.”  

Chris smiles at this and brushes his fingers against her hand.  

“Bec, come say hi to Carrie.”

Chris looks over and sees a woman come into frame with dark hair. Carrington’s brother looks much older than her and has very blonde hair.

“Don’t worry Bec. I gave Coop shit for not putting Bri to bed. Not having tits is not an excuse.”  

Chris chuckles and Carrington swats at him.

“Ooo. Are you with your boyfriend?” Cooper asks.  

“Please shut up.” Carrington blushes.  

“Oh, while I have you on the phone, Mom is doing a lot better. Doc says she’ll be out by the end of the month.”

“Is she gonna sell the house?”  

“I haven’t brought it up. She’s already got a lot going on don’t you think.”

“Well, let me know. I might be able to get a day or two off to help.”

“I’ll let you go. Don’t want to bother you and your man any longer.” Cooper smiles.

“Bye. Love you guys. Give Bri a kiss for me.”

As the call ends, they make it to the truck and Carrington clicks the keys to unlock it.  

“How much older is your brother than you?” Chris asks as he buckles in.

“Three years. He just looks a lot older because of his kid. I swear he aged four years the second she was born.”

“And how old is the baby?”

“Bri is,” Carrington pauses as she backs out of the parking space, “She’s five months old.”  

“What about your mom? Is she okay?”  

Carrington says silent for a moment as they leave the parking lot.  

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to press.” Chris says and puts a hand on Carrington’s thigh.

“No. It’s fine. Um, she has lung cancer. It’s not far along. She just has a shitty immune system so it’s hitting her pretty hard.”  

“Are you and her close? Or are you closer to your dad?”

“Mom and I loathe each other. Haven’t gotten along since I was conceived. I was always close with dad. But he’s been gone for almost 8 years now.”  

Chris wants to ask more questions or say sorry. But he doesn’t want to push any more than he already has. They pull into a parking spot at the apartment complex.

“Could I borrow the truck? I need to run to a store.”

“I could come with?” She asks.

“Well I’m getting condoms and beer. It’ll cause enough questions without you there.” He smiles.  

---

A knock hits the door. Carrington giggles as Chris continues to kiss her neck. She makes her way off the bed and throws Chris’s t-shirt onto her body. She quickly runs to the door, grabs the pizza, and shuts the door behind her.  

“Get that ass over here.” Chris says as she comes back around the corner.  

Chris opens up the box and stares at the pepperoni pizza.  

“This is totally against the rules.” He chuckles and takes a bite of the first slice.  

“Wait until you see what I do to you later. I don’t play by any rules.”  

He puts the half-eaten slice of pizza back into the box and sets the box on the nightstand. Carrington gets back up onto the bed, the t-shirt hitting the floor. Chris leans up and pulls her half naked body onto his. His lips touch her neck, to her collar bone, to her chest.  

“Please tell me you have a passport.” He asks her.

“Why?”  

He flips her body over and hovers over her. He wraps his strong arm around her back and brings her closer to him. Carrington buries her head into the curve of his neck.  

“There is no way I’m going to film in Scotland if you’re not there.” Chris whispers.  

[saleintothe90s]

381. It Came From the Daily Show: one episode from June 1999, and one from July, 1999

(April and May, 1999)

I fell behind on this series because Daily Show (especially back then) only worked for about 2 weeks out of every month during the Summer. There was slim pickings. Also, I have to get this out of the way so we can discuss the episode of Daily Show where Jon makes fun of Garth Brooks for being Chris Gaines!! 

June 24, 1999

Intro - “I’ma’ gonna totally sign your yearbook!” “ I can’t believe we’re going to college in the fall! BFF!” 

Headlines - Spike-O Killer - Son of Sam is upset about the movie about him, Summer of Sam, “demands more Summer, less Sam.” Son of Sam says the film is “hurtful to society”, and the audience dies laughing. He’s also mad that he’s being played by “the fat guy from The Practice”.

Headlines - “Deep Ship” - Bob Ballard has found two of the oldest shipwrecks off the coast of Israel. Obligatory Gilligan’s Island three hour tour reference.  We also learn about Polyphemus?! Don’t worry, Jon didn’t know about him either. 

Correspondent Bit - “Another World”. Stephen Colbert discusses the NBC soap opera Another World being canceled. Jon would never leave Lilah in an elevator shaft while in labor during the big ball! Does he ever wonder about his bastard elevator baby?! Does Stephen Colbert look french? Daddy?!  I love it when they did stupid bits like this back then, I’m also just a sucker for when they changed the lights in the studio.

(There’s also a hilarious bit from the summer of 2001 where Steve Carell cries over Luke and Laura from General Hospital finally divorcing.)

Special Report - Terror in the Toy Chest. I love it when Jon talks about mundane things such as toys. In this case, its a Tarzan doll that makes a masturbatory gesture, a prudish woman is filing a obscenity complaint against Toys R Us selling an Austin Powers doll that says “do I make you horny, baby?”, and pool dive sticks have been impaling children in the butt. I remember the pool dive sticks being recalled! 

Cherilyn Paulsen of Silver Spring, Md., wishes she had taken the dive stick away from her daughter. In August 1997, Paulsen’s daughter was jumping and playing in an inflatable pool in the family’s backyard, celebrating her 6th birthday.

“The next thing I heard was my daughter’s blood-curdling scream,” Paulsen remembered.

The girl had been impaled on a dive stick brought to the party by a friend. Paulsen’s daughter was flown to an area children’s hospital, where she underwent two hours of surgery.

“It tears through children’s bodies,” Paulsen said of the toy. “It looks harmless, but people need to realize how much harm they can do.” 1

Take a listen to the hotline the company has set up: 

See also: 

Other News: Purple Reign - Phil Jackson is named coach to the Lakers. 

This Just In:  Commie Dearest - Khrushchev’s son passes the U.S. Citizenship test. We’re all fish theologists? 

Public Excess - Karaoke King - I’ve probably mentioned this before, but Public Excess was one of my favorite bits back in the day. Rich Brown would introduce the craziest and the dumbest clips from the dying format of public access TV. I know some people who review old Daily Shows don’t like the segment, but we didn’t have YouTube back then! This was it for us if we wanted stupid people!  In this edition, a guy in a crappy suit sings a song about a teenager in love and says the song is all about him, Lorenzo dances around in a gold jacket with some fancy effects, and a muppet looking guy who is proud to be a federal worker? Omg, this guy crank calls and asks how he keeps his head so shiny! 

July 22, 1999

If memory serves me correct, Daily Show always goes on a big break in July, so these pickings were real slim. also, the Vance DeGeneres Tales of Survival field piece is missing a part off of the Comedy Central Website. I’m 90% sure I don’t have this episode on vhs either. I did, however find the commercial breaks from this episode.

Headlines: MissPentagon - Congress blasts Pentagon for misuse of military funds--including a Comanche helicopter that is so loaded down with weaponry, the pilot has to weigh under 110 pounds. In 2004, the program was finally canceled.

Headlines: Lemmingway - George Hemingway turns 100. There was a look-a-like contest and a key lime pie eating contest in Key West. Gross.

Correspondent Piece - A Tale of Survival: S.J. Sharkie - Okay, so the doofus who cut these episodes of TDS up forgot to include the first part of Vance DeGeneres’ bit about S.J. Sharkie, the San Jose Sharks hockey mascot being stuck in the rafters of the stadium during a bit where he was supposed to be descended upon the ice. Staff lowered him down another rope and he was able to reel back up to safety. 

Other News: The Patch is Prologue - Women might finally get birth control patches -- “putting an end to all loud speaker condom price check jokes”. 

I just remembered that annoying Ortho-Evra commercial from 2003 where the lady keeps flashing us her underwear. 

This Just in: Friends in Greed - “NBC pays five million dollars an episode for Friends. Cast of Suddenly Susan��to receive new fanny packs.” 

Al Up in That: Milk - 91 year old Daily Show consumer advocate, Al Green the Bedspread King of Long Beach rants about milk. I don’t know where they found this guy. Either Stacey Grenrock-Woods did a field piece about him, or they found him on Public Access? 

Note to Al, Cofeemate isn’t milk. ‘Crap’s not even dairy. 

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1.Fields, Robin, “Swim Pool ‘Dive Stick’ Toys Recalled,” Los Angeles Times, June 25, 1999. https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1999-jun-25-mn-49982-story.html

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Freshman Year Quotes

Ok so I did a list of all the stupid shit I heard in my Freshman year of high school. Enjoy.

(T) - Teacher (AP) - Freshman Assistant Principal

FRESHMAN YEAR ----

"Any weeb brethren, see me after class I want to be friends." *class is totally silent* "*loudly* I have a seven inch penis." "I'm a farmer bitch I will throw my crops at you." "You can teach tiny cil- chilr- chilud- chiluden, wait what?" "I'm telling Jesus!" "Jesus already knows." "(T) Use your 5 sols! Haha, get it? Like soul?" "Bold of you to assume I have any at all." "HE CALLED ME THE N-WORD, HE CALLED- oh shit you're a girl my bad I'm just messing around trying to get someone in trouble. Have a nice weekend!" "Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht...FUCK!" "How do you make an equilateral square?" "I think my back has scoliosis." "I've got a bag of chicken." "Why do you have a bag of chicken?" "Because. Why do you have a bottle with mangos on it?" "This- this is mango-flavored tea!" "AND THIS IS CHICKEN-FLAVORED BAG" "...and some condoms have spermicide which kills off the sperm. Don't ask me how I know all that, Mrs. ********." "Are you from Russian?" "Sit your ADHD-filled ass down." "If we were in hell, do you really think I would be here?" "(T) Yes." (T) "Is stupid written on your forehead?" "I don't know, is it written on yours?" "His forehead's big enough for it." "That looks like an orgy pile over there." "Why do you guys always sit behind me?" "If we want to kill you, you won't see it coming." "Is this what Julius Caesar felt like?" "You're so tiny! You look like a doll!" "And you look like a cock-riding motherfucker." " Technically, time is a construct." "Technically, none of this matters and we're all gonna die soon." "Will you two shut up please?" (T) "My 2019 has been completed, I made a student cry." (This was January 10th btw) (T) "As long as you do your best and turn that in, you'll be fine." "What if my best sucks and I get a bad grade?" "Ok that was good I'm gonna give you that." "I'm gonna put on black lipstick and go to sleep." *Aggressively singing Dream Daddy For Me* "What's that?" "A grapefruit." "Bitch that ain't a grape." "No, grapeFRUIT." "It looks like you put Kool Aid in an orange." "Dude it's called a grapefruit." "No, fuck you and your Kool Aid orange." "I ate a mouse dongle." "Why the fuck would you do that?" "I don't know, I just did." "Racism is my bitch. I bend racism over and take it from behind." "A function is an input and a function...oh wait hold on I messed up- stop laughing at me I got this." "James Charles did one of Bob Ross's tutorials on his forehead." "So he has a big forehead-" "Shut the hell up ***** no one cares." "The answer was D! D as in 'Dinosaur chicken nuggets'!" (T) "What are the first ten amendments?" "I know the ten COMMANDments." "No one cares, we're not in Christian school." "YES WE ARE HAIL MARY" (T) "Do your work or the Lord may strike you." *this was at the religious girl from the previous quote* "What time is it?" "It's fuckin uhhhhh noon o 5." "Noon o 5?" "I forgot the word twelve." "I SEE HEADLIGHTS" "Hm?" "Headlights is nipples." "If this is a test I'm gonna throw myself out the window. I was about to go to the hospital this weekend and I'm still gonna make it happen." "I won't T-Pose for dominance but I will screech and make your eardrums bleed." "Does anyone remember Llamas With Hats?" 4 people: "caAAARRLLLLL" "Pagans terrify me." "Why?" "Every pagan I know of is a furry." "sKeDaDdLe SkAdOoDlE yOuR dIcK iS nOw A nOoDlE" "NO NOT IN MATH CLASS" "Doodlebops." "shUT THE FUCK UP" "I watched that yesterday, I have it on DVD." "WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE DOODLEBOPS ON DVD" (T) *random Chewbacca noise* "My brain is smaller than my dick." "If you feel stupid, you should." "What about King Solomon?" (T) "What has Solomon ever done for America?" "What have YOU ever done for America?" "Nothing should be in your mouth unless it's a banana." "What type of banana?" "A yellow one, duh." *laughter* "Or a green one, whichever you like more." (T) "For the people who I'm signing these for: are you going to the farm-" "YES WE FINNA BE COWBOYS" (T) "What y'all playing over there?" "Chess." (T) "I hope you lose." (T) "If you're stupid, it's your fault." (T) "Let's go guys!" "hoLD ON I'M SAVING MY POKEMON GAME" "There's people taking pictures down there - should I pour Monster on them?" "When you gave me my pencil I was like 'I like Zoe, she's nice' in my brain and then my brain somehow connected that to 'You tryna smash?' and another part of my brain said 'No, stop, she'd cut your dick off'." "That's the strangest intrusive thought I've ever heard from a friend." "How many of y'all think I'm gay?" *about 6 people raise their hands* "Ok then." "May I please go to the bathroom?" (T) "You just have to get out of here at any chance you get, don't you?" "I'm serious, I'm really hungry, does anyone have any food?" "I have lotion." "Fuck you." (T) "OH MY GOD SHE HAS TAP SHOES CAN YOU DANCE???" "...no" (T) "YOU STILL LOOK GOOD" *watching Sorcerer's Stone* "Who's at the window?" *ta-da it's Malfoy* "Oh it's a blonde-headed lesbian." "Shit fuck goddammit bitch pussy fucking Jesus Christ." "I have ibuprofen, you know." "Nah, I'm good." "I'm a lil loli short and flat~ My head is for pat- wait fuck what was it" "Hello~ my fuCKING HIP OW" "Are you ok?" "I popped my hip...Hello, my name is Elder Price~" (T) "Here, it's legal to marry your 2nd cousin twice removed." "I'm doing it." (T) "******** no-" "Fuck (insert name of school district), man. On my mom." "I wanna fucking die I hate this class." "No. I look like Jesus, I'm telling you no. Therefore, Jesus says no and you're not allowed to die." (T) "How else could we have solved this?" "With a calculator." "Did Diego steal his money from Dora?" (T) "I don't know, moving on." "All y'all talking about how your souls are dark black, mine is baby blue. It's brighter than your hair." "uwu my stomach hurts" "I'm serious I'm not on my phone." (T) "Oh really?" "I swear to GOD she wasn't!" (T) "Oooooohhh" "Holy shit Zoe you're gonna send **** to hell." "You were staring at me for like 20 seconds before calling on me!" (T) "No, my glass eye was staring at you. My real eye was over there seeing that stuff, and over here I didn't see sHIT." "I heard there's G-Spots in your ass, why don't you shove it up there and have some fun." "How about no?" "Suit yourself." "I don't like raw fish — it makes me sad." "100 senators!! Come ON, Sen - a - tors!" "Shut up go stick your head in a dick." "I want that Mormon Milk." "I'm begging you to stop talking." "I'm salivating for that salvation." "Shut the fuck up."

BONUS: SCHOOL'S POWER OUT

"My god that sun is brighter than Kirishima's smile." "Zoe is turning into Trina." "I'm breaking down~" "Come over here anyone who wants to take 'Golden-Hour Mental Breakdown' selfies and/or get Pocky." "Anyone who refuses to let their anxious child come home will be personally smacked by me with Zoe's copy of 'Half-Blood Prince'."

NORMAL SCHOOL

"Stab me in the ovary or whatever you said." "CORRODED ARTERY YOU ARE MALE" "Same difference." "Perfect boy lookin-ass- no homo." "What the fuck" "People think that Sherlock Holmes isn't real because he was written in a book. God was too but you don't see people denying HE exists, do you?" "Ok do a burpee." *burps loudly* "No a- you're a fucking idiot." "Heyyyyy Zoe, can we- holy shit is that Pornhub?" "How do you make a baby crawl in a circle?" "I don't fucking know." "Ok...do you know how to make one stop?" "When did you get here!?" "Couple minutes ago." "???" "I'm quiet and people generally don't notice I'm here." "...do you need a hug?" (T) "What'd you do this weekend?" "Some sewing." (T) "What'd you sew?" "Robes…" (T) "For what?" "*increasingly embarrassed* A costume." "From what?" "*very red by now* Harry Potter…" "Which character?" "*wanting to crawl into a hole* Draco Malfoy…" "*polite clapping from entire class*" (T) "He's on the road to alcoholism." "I'm doing a 21-Day challenge of not talking, if I do - punch me." (T) "Oooohhh this is gonna be fun." *knock at door* (T) "*presses face against door window* What's the password?" "bitCH GIVE ME BACK MY CAPRI-SUN" "It's not Capri-S-" "IT'S BOOTLEG CAPRI-SUN GIVE IT BACK" "Holy shit you turned the Jesus-freak gay." "What happens if you don't deletus the fetus?" "Then the abortion isn't completus." (T) Can you see where I'm going?" "To hell." "Oh look, a wasp." "KILL THAT SHIT" "Oh man I can't hear my eardrums." "How the fuck would you hear your eardrums?" "That's the POINT." "I like a p p l e s ~I like 'em big and juicy-" (T) "NO." "Everyone raise your hand if you want Mr. **** out of the room." *80% raises their hands* (T) "Even you?" "What do you mean 'even me'!?!?" "******? ******!!" "What?" "If I ask you a question will you be a douche?" "Probably." "Understandable." "What the hell am I reading?" "Words." "Mr. **** do you like donkey ducks?" (T) "I'm not even going to answer you." "I'm scared of homophobes." "Homophobophobia." "If gay is a slur does that mean that African American is a slur?" "Who has my mcfreaking phone? WHOMST HAS MY PHONE" (T) "Ooh free charger! *wraps cord around neck like a scarf*" "Whee whee mone me jam apple laff-yeti" "If someone is being homophobic, give them dyslexia." "Troom Troom life hack: if someone is harassing you — eat them." "Troom Troom banana hack: if someone is harassing you — shove a banana up their ass." (T) "Take that hat off." "I'm a gangsta." "I'm never gonna use this shit. Do you think I'm gonna go to McDonald's and say something like, I don't know, 'Oh riddle me dubious'? NO." "I'm gonna meticulate you until you get dyslexia." "What the fuck does that even mean?" "I'm gonna meticulate your rectum." "Please stop." (T) "See that girl? She likes bad boys." (T) "Ask her, she has tape." "What the hell has made you think I have tape?!?" "I don't care if you have 106% in this class, you can kiss my fat ass!" "No, PICasso." "I like Costco-" "No." "Holy shit *points at red train in movie watched in class* it's the Hogwarts Express." "Stop it." "Choo choo bitch we goin' to magic school." (T) "Guys Mr. ***** is in here, quick make it look like you're doing math." "3 + 7 = 9!!!" "Are you serious?" "MOVE IT, MUNCHKINS!" *shoves us apart and runs off* "Excuse-moi, I'm gonna beat her ass." "Oh my god someone's weave is on the floor." "Only at (insert school name here)." "THERE'S MORE THEY THREW IT OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW" "*handing out books* Take this dick, *throws book on student's desk next to me* and here you go. *places book gently on my desk*" "waIT TAKE THAT BACK I WANT A 'HERE YOU GO' WTF" (T) "-and so the corn salsa would be 20...thaaaat's not one of the answers oh no." "You fucking whore, happy birthday." (T) "How do you know you are college and career ready?" "Because Jesus loves me." "Last time I shit my pants was in middle school." "rePEAT THAT?" "I'm gonna show up tomorrow with AIDS." "Did you just say you'd show up with AIDS?" "Yeah." "Why??" "Cause HE put his spit on me." "I'm borrowing your chair. To sleep." "I'm straight as a line." "Oh? *makes loop-de-loops in the air* You mean THIS line?" (T) "I will decimate you. I will wipe your name from the earth." "Is the government making us take this test?" (T) "No, the district is making us take it." "Well the district can suck my ass." *calling every white person in a certain scene of Ernest Green a toothpick* "Is it just me or does ******** seem like he'd end up having a job at Chuck and Dale's?" "GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE I WANNA WATCH MERLIN" (T) "You boys don't know how to chop down a tree, do you? You wouldn't be able to do that." "Yes I would, I do it in Minecraft all the time!" (T) "Ok, remember to put your name on your paper." "No. I have no name. She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Voldemordita." "Stop it." "Shut up, both y'all gay, always smackin' each other's asses in class." (T) "Easy, Luigi, we're not watching a movie." (This was a sub for Civics class and he had just walked in 2 minutes prior. The student's name was not Luigi) "Hold on I'm gonna be Oprah: YOU GET A CALCULATOR, YOU GET A CALCULATOR!" "Y'know ***** still needs one." "F R I C K" *girl walks into a desk* "There's a desk there ****." "I KNOW fuck OFF" "I feel like we need to warn her about everything when she walks." "Watch out for life, ****." "Can we do it on paper?" (T) "No, this is not Burger King." *leaving the room* "Remember, cocaine is not your friend. I'll kick your ass." (T) "Wow! It's Good Friday, and you're talking about your baptism and stuff like that, and you said 'oh my fricking god'? For shame." (T) "I'm on a lot of drugs and alcohol right now and I can't feel anything." "Oh my GOD USE A YARDSTICK" "No." "MR. ******** I'M GONNA HURT HER" "Gonna stab her with the yardstick?" "I need bail money." "I need money PERIOD." "DRAW. A STRAIGHT.  L I N E." "NO, FUCK YOU" "You know you're gay when it takes you 3 tries to draw a straight line." "DON'T TAKE MY JOKE" "You definitely know you're gay if it still isn't straight after 3 tries." (T) "What would you do if someone came into your neighborhood?" "Who's neighborhood? Mr. Rodger's?" "I have 15 pets." "I have 13 siblings, does that count?" "No but it does mean that your parents need to learn how to use a fucking condom." "Hi my name is J. Michael Tater Tot welcome to the Dairy Dome." "Dyslexia? I thought you said...cannibalistic tendencies." "What?" "I couldn't think of anything that rhymed." "You need to flex seal your anus closed." "If you don't fucking shut up I will shave off your eyebrows using my toenail as a razor you cunt." "Sippy Cup looks depressed." "Sippy Cup, you going through some shit?" "Hit or Miss, I guess they never miss, huh? You got a boyfriend-" "Yep." "I bet he doesn't kiss ya!" "Haha nope." "Ew I look like Casper." (T) "...and we're going to write a paragraph." "Oh you're FUNNY." "I think I'm switch. Like, I'm good with being sub, but I'd like to dominate my bitch too. Like F.B.I get on the ground open your legs." "Ms. ******* that's really bright-" (T) "YOU'RE bright." Video: *talking about how important this song is to them* (T) "I don't care stop talking." "I peed on the desk again." "Key word: AGAIN???" "You should send ****** and I to get them." "That is a HORRIBLE idea." "What do you mean it's a horrible idea? You don't know me!" "What do you mean 'I don't know you?' We have gone to school together for almost 4 years." (T) "Look, I know you're obsessed with me, GET TO WORK." "He's harassing me." "You harassed me first. It's not harassment if you do it in self-defense." "You can have the benefit of my middle finger." "It's the progression of the climb of the rocket." (T) "Oh my GOOODDDD JUST SAY IT LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING" "Fine. The speed." (T) "ExACTLY." "Oh look a firetruck's outside." "Whee whoo whee whoo- oh my god you're serious. Oh god it's (crappy fire department) jesus christ." "I think we need to potty train our classmates again." "AGAIN???" "Well, yeah. They're supposed to be." "'Supposed to' and 'are' are two different things." "Mr. **** can I put mascara on you?" (T) "No." "Whyyyyy?" (T) "Do I look like a Barbie doll?" (T) "Mascara girl is the one who's talking." "You act like I don't have a name!!!" "Do you?" "What the hell are you doing?" "It makes your eyelashes look nicer." "Yeah; easy, breezy, beautiful: Covergirl. Get with the program." "James Charles is QUAKING." "Sister shook." "Give me my paper." "Bitch I'm gluing my fingers together, I didn't fucking take it." "Do you have a charger?" "No, but I have a notebook full of English notes." "I don't have any round characters, all of mine are gay and sad."

BONUS 2: BIRTHDAY

"I'm sorry I don't have anything for you for your birthday all I have is Reese's and duct tape." "Wait it's your birthday??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO-" "NO STOP SHE DOESN'T WANT THAT" "Thank you." "You're welcome." (T) "Pay attention my dudes." *collective groaning from entire class* "*asking for tampons*" (T) "*holding a marker* I can throw another red one at you." "I don't get it. *sudden realization*" (T) "***** pick your jaw up off the floor, I was joking." "I'm tired of the word 'domain'." "Oh yeahhhh me too, cause we hear it a lot in physics now." "Domain, domain, domain; I hate it." "I'm in a domain of hating myself." "I'm joking, I love you." "I'm not joking, but I love you too anyways." "**** don't lose your Crocs again." (T) "Get that earbud out of your ear." "No, this is keeping me sane." "Why is my name 'desire'??? I put it as 'pee pee poo poo'!"

NORMAL SCHOOL

"I've finally done a fraction! I flipped it over, turned it around, smacked its ass and had it call me daddy." "PARDON???" "What?" (in Physics talking about electricity) "Ok positive top, negative bottom-" "ME?" "He said you can't learn if you burn but you do learn. You learn fire is hot. Also the sensation of being burned alive as you are consumed by flames." "*shows Thanos smut* Spoilers for Endgame that no one asked for." "Legend has it that if you work at the Dairy Dome, you get free tickets to Domegame." Have a marvelous Monday, a Terrific Tuesday, a Wonderful Wednesday, a...Thesis Thursday. I couldn't think of anything." "You look like a frog." (T) "And you look like a squid." "Someone today said I looked like a drug dealer magician. Would you like *sweeps off hat* MARIJUANA??? Or...*pretends to pull something out of hat* COKE??? Perhaps some *flourishes* *whispers* acid???" "I'm gonna Detroit Smash him to hell." "LGBT, let's get this bread." "My hero academia as in Aizawa can shove my ass up his head- wait hold on" "*talking about Ariel* She's hot but that doesn't excuse the fact that she put her entire species in jeopardy for some dick." (T) "Does anyone not have medicine in their bag that ******* cannot have while I look down at the floor because I dropped my pen?" (T) "*reaches for paper*" "Ah ah **** no swipin'." *in science class* "Nothing's happening but I saw that bitch SPARK and I'm terrified." "I'm basically teacher today, your assignment is to do nothing. YOU get an A." "SHUT UP MOTHERFUCKER I'LL EAT YOUR ANUS THEY DON'T CALL ME RECTUMUS PRIME FOR NOTHING" "EXCUSE ME" "What was the word again?" "David Hasselhoff?" "What, no???" "This is why you shouldn't scratch yourself, here." "*instantly shoves necklace in mouth*" "I wouldn't use that as a chew fidget, I got it off the ground in Louisiana." "*chews even more aggressively*" (T) "Don't mess with me I will throw something at you, I played softball for 14 years." "Really???" (T) "Yeah. I was the captain biatch." "James Charles looks like the dragon from Shrek." "***'s touching my wenis." "Gay fantasies don't really matter." "Yeah, I mean, did you see the way that Tony and Cap looked at each other in Endgame?" "When he was, a young boy, his father, took him to the dark lord, to kill the principalofawizardachool" "He said son when, you grow up, will you b-" "HE SAID WILL YOU, GETSHANKEDINABATHROOM-" "Watch out: I have peanut butter and a knife!" (T) "All you need is at least a 60% to pass the test-" "BOI I GET 40S AND 30S IN YOUR CLASS AND YOU KNOW IT" (T) "So you used to go to (other school name)?" "Yeah. But people growling and barking at me was a little much." (T) "Were they furries?" "Dude, tornadoes in Kansas are no joke." "But you go to Oz." "THERE AIN'T NO YELLOW BRICK ROAD AFTER A TORNADO" "Uh, yeah! Yellow brick road to HEAVEN." "Toto isn't god” "You awakened something you didn't want to awaken." "Is it god??? Is it Totoro? Remember to pay your taxes or Hong Kong will come eat you." "Today's weather is cloudy with a chance of rectal prolapse." (T) "Who's at the door?" "It's ***." (T) "Who's ***?" "***. Your student." (T) "*opens door* Who are you?" "I'm nobody." "Who is commander in chief of the military? My  p e n i s" "Are those grandma shoes??? Can I  e a t  them???" "She sounds like a fetus screaming for extra guac at Chik-Fil-A." "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN" "*singing the Boku No Pico theme off-key in a loli voice*" "I will hit you." "I'd feel bad for you but you have a 69% and that causes you to get a D and I can't look that over." "Do you ever wonder where babies come from? Cause I don't. All you have to do is pee into a lady's Digornio." "rePEAT THAT??" "Don't forget to degrade your dog." "Imagine a world: where you have 2 fetuses hanging from your eyebrow."

BONUS 3: GIANT, END-OF-THE-YEAR CIVICS TEST

"Why the fuck is Christmas a national holiday???" (T) "Ok, the president during WWII was...Roose-" "-A PARKS" (T) "Are you even paying attention?" (T) "What happened on September 11th, 2001?" "9/11!" (T) "We're gonna need you to be a little more specific, buddy." (T) "What's a state that borders Canada?" "I deadass was about to say Arizona, I need sleep." "WHAT is your name?" "*****." "WHAT is your quest?" "To clap the best pussy out there." "*through laughter* What is your favorite color?" "The color of the next pussy I'm gonna crunch." "I got a Voltage from the ROTC room, and I dropped it and someone said 'OOH', picked it up and yeeted with it." "WHAT THE FUCK I'D SHIT ON THEIR HOUSE" "Can we play a song after our presentation?" (T) "As long as it's not like 20 minutes like an Allman Brothers song." "Huh?" (T) "You know how when you have an acid trip, people tell you to listen to the Allman Brothers?" "..." (T) "I'm old." (T) "If this eye starts drooping, there was something in the brownie." (T) "*teaching us Piccolo Mini*" "You just made me feel dyslexic." "YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW THE TEA??? I'M THE REAL HOE" *applause from class* "BITCH WE BEEN KNEW" "*unintelligible*" (T) "What?" "*still unintelligible*" (T) "I still didn't hear you." "You talk like your handwriting." "I WILL THROW THIS CROC AT YOU" "I will literally pay a dollar for one." "I will literally eat these." "Petunia is not a phone." "Electronic device, then." "She's not an electronic device, I gave birth to her." (T) "**** that's the whitest you've ever sounded." "My dingaling is messed up." "Mine too." (T) "Ok so say you wanted aides-" "I DON'T WANT AIDS WHAT THE HELL" (T) "IN THE CLASSROOM. CLASSROOM AIDES. HELPERS. "Can we talk while doing this?" (T) "No, this isn't Burger King." "What is your obsession with Burger King????" "HE'S SPRAYING IT DOWN. HE'S SPRAYING IT DOWN. HE'S PUTTING THE WHITE NECTAR ON THE RAMEN SINK" "Have you ever seen a 14 year old looking badass?" "Have you ever seen a beaver chomping down on a carrot? Cause I wanna see that." "I don't wanna go to Papa Louie's Arcade, Papa Louie can pop a cap in your ass." "Micheal does a Thanos Snap in season 14." "Cas, I don't feel so good." "NO" "Your Crocs are in sport mode." "My cock is hard." "THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID" "It's ok lil diglett I'm gonna evolve you." (T) "Stop it." "I'm gonna evolve you it's fine, you're weak but you're gonna get better. *throws stress ball at teacher*" (T) "******* looks like Ted Bundy" (T) "He's falling asleep. Hey, ****, are you sad you can't have an abortion?" "What???" (T) "If you don't like high school relationships, who's that guy you keep making out with in the hallway?" "*pointing at random places on the map in the civics classroom, threatening to deport each other to random places*" "You're jiggling my titties." "*half the class is singing I Write Sins Not Tragedies*" "I love you!" "Shut it, I'm doing a presentation." "I love you!!" "Stop." "I love you!!!" "God damnit, *******, I'm gonna hit you." (T) "If you drop any f-bombs during the presentation, I'm gonna kill you." "Bottom, take the apple." "I'm not black, I'm O.J." "Balls. That was the word." "HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET 'BALLS' FROM 'THE BUCKS ARE WINNING THE FINALS'??" "Who's this? Tom? No I don't wanna streak with you. Stranger danger." "Why is it called Field Day if it's only 2 periods?" (AP) "I- That's actually a good question." "ALRIGHT THIS IS WHAT WE NEED TO DO-" "*gets literally kissing distance from him* *salutes* Yes sir?" "We're playing cornhole." "Stop laughing, how is cornhole inappropriate?" "Mr. **** this is the type of yardstick that could take your kneecaps. Do you want me to take yours?" (T) "I'd like to see you try." "Is that Ratatouille?" "Ratatouille isn't the rat. That's Remy, you insolent fuck." "I'm gonna call you the 'G' word." "What's the 'G' word?" "Jew." "That's…porny." "...send it to me." "Where you going?" "To hell." "WHY" "*shrugs* Seems fun." "You see, this is why I need to work with you. I'm your insurance."

BONUS 4: FIELD DAY

(T) "Are you part 1 or part 2?" "Uh…" (T) "Top line or bottom line?" "Bottom- no, top- uhhhhh…" "He looks like a top." "I still don't understand why we fucking dropped Bohemian Rhapsody for a song from fucking  T W I L I G H T." (T) "*throws a marker at the Assistant Principal*" *various cheers and "OHHHHHH"s from the class* (AP) "Are you actually serious." Not a quote but in the 2nd to last week of school, we spent almost the entirety of 4th period Algebra (including the teacher — he started it) throwing dry-erase markers at each other and didn't even stop when the AP (seen above) came in. (T) "*walks through the middle of the room*" "FIRE" *8 people pelt markers at him* "Wait you guys realize he's gonna throw all of those back, right?" "I have a D I'm hanging on the edge my dudes." "I did a math? I did a math!!!" "You did meth?" "YES!!!" "*gets head shoved out of window* OW! FUCK, ****** MY TIT" "You exude strong Kenny energy." "Why?" "Cause you die a lot? Cause your heart was replaced with a baked potato? Cause your family's poor?" "*laughing so hard we can't breathe*" "*leaves the cafeteria to calm down from laughing too hard*" "I'm having elementary school flashbacks." "Shut your social justice warrior ass up." "You ok?" "I stabbed myself." "Sorry, only girls get it. Also, this is my last customer today." "Hold on, if it's only girls, why does HE get it?" "Hi." "OH SHIT YOU'RE A GIRL MY BAD"

NORMAL SCHOOL

“Did I just witness a drug deal?” "Why do you look like a dad?" "I need some weed in my system again, I'm fucking drained." "There's a fucking big-ass run in my tights — I'm gonna eat my own ass and then some." "Hi I'm ***** and Mr. **** can suck my 13 inch dong. My Long John Silver." "This ignorant pickle of a person can die." "This cashew of a long dong. Cashews look like telephones." "A shirt says Mr. **** can suck my magnum horse, my stallion." "His mom should've fucking swallowed." "Spit his ass in a Dixie cup." "I will tattoo my eyes shut." "I'm talking about this mongoose man that's called Mr. ****." "Can you speak some Spanish?" "Hola, como estas, sugma." "Sugma?" "Suck my fuckin' balls lmao" "It's your sugar daddy. *shows picture of Andrew Jackson*" "It's Mr. **** as a woman." "That's fucking Christopher Columbus." "*howling laughter*" "I was just thinking 'have it stop raining so that I don't have to walk in it', but then I remembered I have work today so it should keep pouring. The more the sky cries, the less I cry. Unless I'm on drive." "Excuse me sir, *raises leg* my penis has fallen off." "I pray you get AIDS." (T) "Please throw away your sheet music, it's illegal to copy sheet music and I don't wanna go to jail." "*loud smack* I am so sorry, I didn't mean it to be that loud! Come here baby boy, let me give you the sweet taste of my mother milk." "It's not mother anymore, it's daddy now." "Dude what if you were born with a set of words that if said, would implode your testicles." "Bomb go boom, Mormons go extinct." "MR. **** YOU TOOK OUR NOODS" "DON'T TAKE THE NOODS" "NOT THE NOODS!!!" "****, I thought you were Catholic." "The pencil's black." "Like my ass-cheeks." "Someone stole it!!!!" "Like ****'s virginity."

BONUS 5: WATCHING INSIDIOUS (FOR SOME FUCKING REASON)

*kid falls off ladder* *various banshee screeches from students* "They're kissing AGAIN. This movie is NOT appropriate." "I'm hearding weeeesssst~ I don't know what to dooooo~ " That's not how you make a superpowered baby. You kill the mother and put her on the ceiling." "Wait, pause. What the hell?" "F.B.I, open up." "IT'S DALTON." "PUT A CHAIR ON THE DAMN DOOR" "HOW WOULD A CHAIR WORK AGAINST THE DEMON" "He's in a deep sleep. Wake him up with true love's kiss." "It's a pedo-demon! Everyone run!" "He's cheating on her." "What if this was linked to Supernatural?" "Ooh she's echoing now." "My legs are shaking bruh." "Is that blood on the window?" "No, it's a tree." "SMACK THE CHILD"

NORMAL SCHOOL

"I figured out why I'm so quiet today." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, *shows trembling hands* I'm on vibrate." "I can't wait to go to church."

BONUS 6: LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

"The first thing I ate when I came to this country, it was in the airport and it was Doritos." (T) "They gave me the shortest teachers' gown they had. I have a baby gown." "That isn't a happy little bush." "IT'S. TREE." "Hello ladies, *winks* *blows kiss*" "I'm GAY." *I Will Survive playing really loudly* "******* you're not in our friend group so get the FUCK OUT." "Now I can swear! FUCK Y'ALL BITCHES I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR KNEECAPS" "Oh shit it's an end of the year fight!" Four kids got into a fight at the same time and one got tazed."

[petite-gaufrette]

[MF] - First Real Stripper Experience

Hello Reddit, I hope you all doing well and safe. Before I tell the story, some facts and names will be altered for privacy. Keep that in mind.

Now down to the good stuff of my life. This happened a couple of years ago where I was I just broke up with my ex at the time. Obviously I was upset about the situation, but a good friend of mine wanted go cheer me up, so he brought me to a strip club.

Now I've been in strip clubs before to pick up my drunk friends. But for the brief times I've been there, the girls there were mediocre in my opinion. So I assumed that's how all strippers were. But this club was something, some of these girls were as beautiful as Victoria Secret Models or better. Also the music was surprisingly good.

My friend and I sat down and a waiter came to ask for drinks. Shortly after talking, two gorgeous girls came and joined us. One girl, knew my friend from previous times he has been there. She was thick in all the right places. 32D and a nice plump ass. She had light skin and was brunette she was very friendly and outgoing. Let's call her Gemma. My friend knew her from her other job.

She introduced the other girl, let's call her ANNA, she was younger for sure. Very shy, but also very pretty. She had pink eye shadow on. Very pale skin, blonde hair. She had a skinnier profile aside from her big tits (definitely DD) and bubble butt. So we hit it off great, I understand strippers always suppose to be friendly and talkative to get a lap dance. I went along and made conversation. My friend brought up to her that I just had a bad breakup with an ex.

Apparently, Anna told me she had one recently about 6 months ago and kinda its how she got into her occupation. My friend also said that makes sense cause he didn't see her till more recently. Anyways her and I started hitting it off great and then she made the offer for lap dance and on top she would give a hand job for alot less than the usual amount, as a way to make me feel Better. I was taken back since I've always been told prices for this stuff Is alot more (around a $100). Guess I got a lucky.

So we went to the private backroom and she started to give me a lap dance and then unbuckled my pants after the song. She put a condom on and started to stroke me. I asked her why the condom if its just a handjob.

"Its to reduce the mess", she replied.

So I went with it. It was nice and funny abit cause we were having a proper conversation about our exes while she was jerking me off, playing with the tip with one hand and stroking the shaft in the other. She then started to suck me off, twirling her tongue around my tip and bobbing her head after as her hand follows. As I look down, i was surprised how earlier in the day, I was having a terrible time with a break up to that same getting my cock sucked by this amazing and beautiful girl.

Anyways she kept sucking and stroking, her tongue licking my vein as her Bobs her head up and down my stroking my shaft. I tell her I'm getting close and she jerks me off faster. She stops sucking and tells me

"I want you to cum for me"

And goes back to sucking my cock and next thing you know, I'm cumming like no tomorrow. Filling up that condom pretty full.

She cleans me up and I buckle up my pants and we head out to the floor. When I got seated my friend left with Gemma to the backroom. (Its a good idea to watch no one spikes your drinks, I've been told.)

We talk abit more and she gives her number. My friend comes back and we thank them for a good time and leave.

I usually dont really go to strip clubs still this is the best one I've been to yet.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I wont be telling where it is just to protect the privacy of everyone involved.

Cheers Reddit!

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[konyah]

Beginnings

Chapter Four – Anxious

Summary: After almost having sex the night before (being cockblocked by not having any condoms) the two decide to stop in a small village to get supplies. (Sorry for the bad summary)

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto

A/N: Can I get uuuhhhhh… some smut

Chapter one HERE | Previous Chapter HERE | Part of Origins series

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The day after was extremely awkward for the two to say the least. They ate their breakfast in near silence, and walked towards the next town without saying a word.

The anxiety of what the agreed on for today was almost overwhelming, leaving the air around them very heavy. Not to say that either of them didn’t want to engage in their plans for that night; they both definitely wanted that. However, neither of them were quite sure what to expect from it. The uncertainty of it all was deep in their minds.

What if I’m not good enough for him?

What if it hurts? I don’t want her to be in pain…

What if he decides we’re moving too fast?

What if I finish too early and she doesn’t even feel good?

Their thoughts circled and circled, even when they decided to stop to eat for lunch. Again, it was silent.

Despite the pressure of it all, Sakura decided to speak up.

“Hey, Sasuke-kun… How far away are we from the village?” She glanced at him, packing their utensils.

“We should be there by dinner.” The Uchiha stood, offering his hand to help her up. Sakura took it, a gentle smile on her face.

As they continued to walk, Sasuke didn’t let go of her hand, somewhat reassuring her. The heavy air slowly lifted the longer that time passed, and the two were able to relax a bit.

That is, until they finally reached the small village.

The two let their hands go as they approached it; Sakura knew Sasuke wasn’t as keen on pubic displays of affection, especially with their plans.

“Where do you want to eat?” Sasuke glanced at the restaurants around them.

She waved her hand in front of her face, smiling, “It doesn’t matter to me. Anything sounds good.”

“Yakisoba?” He suggested the closest building. Sakura nodded, not really caring – her mind was elsewhere.

Similar to before, the two ate their food in silence, paid, then left.

It was already dark when they stepped outside.

“Where should we set up camp for the night?” Sakura looked at him inquisitively.

Sasuke turned his head towards the center of the village, “I was thinking we should get a hotel tonight. It’d be troublesome to go way out of town, just to come back to search for more leads and to gather more supplies.” (Maybe, it was his way of trying to be romantic?)

“A-Ah, yeah, let’s do that…” Sakura was thankful his head was turned away so he couldn’t see her blushing.  

Little did she know, but his cheeks were just as pink.

The two wondered in the village for a bit, eventually settling on simple motel with decent prices and a decent looking facility.

As they waited in line to check in (there was one person ahead of them), Sakura noticed a little shop selling medicine and snacks.

“Hey, Sasuke-kun,” She nodded her head to the shop, “I’m going to see if they have any medicines that we should stock up on.”

Shortly after walking over there, the kunoichi found what she was really looking for.

In red, gold, and black packaging, the label read SHINOBI STRENGTH CONDOMS. Sakura picked up the small box, seeing that it had five lubricated condoms that were “durable”, yet they felt “invisible”. With her cheeks a little rosy, she purchased them, then walked back over to Sasuke.

He had just finished getting the room key when she approached him.

“We’re in 146.”

She nodded, and the two headed down the hallway, following the signs until they got to their room. Sasuke unlocked the door, letting Sakura go in first.

She was thrown off for a split second when she realized there was only one bed, but ultimately decided it’d be wasteful for them to have two beds, since those rooms tend to cost more.

A bed.

Sakura tossed her bag to the side, practically throwing herself on it. “I can’t believe we’re actually sleeping on a bed tonight, Sasuke-kun!” She couldn’t help but to giggle, “Don’t get me wrong, sleeping on the floor doesn’t bother me, but having a bed every once in a while is so nice.”

“Hn.” He cracked a small smile, setting his own bag down.

She sat up, looking at the door across from the foot of their bed, “And a warm shower!” She was grateful she wouldn’t have to quickly bathe in a cold river. Sakura stood up and walked over to the bathroom, “In fact, I’m going to use it now. I won’t take too long so you can shower too.” She offered him a warm smile before closing the door.

As Sasuke removed his cloak, he could hear the water start, along with soft hums. He decided that his choice to stay in a hotel would be good for them – help them relax a bit.

He mindlessly flipped through the five channels on the small television, eventually settling with the news.

Ironically enough, they were talking about Konohagure; a small special over the “Great War Hero – Naruto Uzumaki”.

What’s Dobe going to gloat about…

He didn’t even realize the water had stopped running until Sakura emerged from the bathroom. She had a small white towel wrapped around her body, and another one wrapped around her hair.

There was a soft tinge of pink in her cheeks, embarrassed that she forgot to grab clean clothes to change into. In the end, she came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter since Sasuke had seen her naked before.

“It’s your turn, Anata.” Sakura smiled sweetly at him, walking towards the bed.

Sasuke nodded and stood up before walking to the bathroom, blushing himself.

She sat down as the door closed. Sakura snorted when she saw the TV was on, specifically with a special about Naruto. Rolling her eyes, she used the remote to turn it off.

No offense to her friend, but seeing the blonde wasn’t what she needed to get in the mood.

When Sasuke came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, he couldn’t help but to gulp at the sight of her in front of him. She had fallen asleep, the towel in her hair loose. The opening of the linen around her body nearly exposed all of her.

He walked over to her, gently kissing her lips. As she woke up, Sakura immediately melted into the kiss with a soft, content hum. Toned arms wrapped around his neck as he climbed onto the bed, his towel falling off in the process. The kiss became more passionate, and it didn’t take long before their tongues began battling for dominance.

Sasuke momentarily lifted his head for breath, only to redirect his kisses to the corner of her mouth, up her jawline, then down her neck. When he reached the crook where her neck and shoulder met, he paid special attention to the spot she liked. Sakura moved one of her arms from around his neck and weaved her hand into his head, gently guiding him lower to where she wanted him.

“Impatient, are we?” But he obliged, kissing down her chest and removing her towel, “Shouldn’t we savor the moment?”  

She gulped, easing up her grip, and letting him decide where to kiss her.

Now that she was completely exposed, Sasuke began to knead her left creamy breast, his mouth swirling around her right nipple. As it hardened, he began to suck and nibble at it.

Sakura let out gentle moans and it was like music to Sasuke’s ears. However, he knew that he could make her louder.

He kissed down her stomach, his hand trailing behind. Eventually, he got to the little tuft of pink. Sasuke gently rubbed his thumb over her lips, causing Sakura to suck in her breath with anticipation. He used his index and middle fingers to spread her open before taking a long, languid lick. She exhaled with a deep moan.

That’s more like it…

He swirled around her opening, slowly inserting his tongue, before licking up to her clit.

Since his first time doing this weeks ago, he learned the patterns that drove her crazy.  He sucked on the nub of nerves briefly before circling around it. He quickly picked up a steady pace, inserting his fingers for good measure. He curved them just right inside her.

As his rhythm picked up, so did Sakura’s moans. She ground into his face, grip tight in his hair.

If he felt this good with just his fingers, she could only imagine what it would feel like when he was actually inside her.

The thought of that tipped her over the edge, and she came a lot earlier than either of them expected.

Proud, Sasuke hoisted himself up so he could feverishly kiss her. As per usual, Sakura rolled Sasuke onto his back so she could pleasure him.

Sakura began to kiss down his neck, biting and sucking hard over his clavicle. Sasuke was grateful that his clothes covered that spot. She sat up, smiling at her mark.

Slowly, she licked down his chest and stomach, leaving a wet path behind her. He didn’t dare look away as she grasped his cock, licking closer and closer to where he so desperately needed her.

When she got to black curls, Sakura lifted her head and tantalizingly kissed the tip. The moan that escaped his lips made her bite her lower lip with a smile. She definitely liked making him melt at her ministrations. Sasuke almost made a snide remark but was ultimately cut off when her lips wrapped around the head. He leaned his head back, letting his hand relax in her soft, still damp, hair.

As her tempo quickened, his grasp in her locks tightened. Her hot, wet mouth felt so incredibly good around his member. His cock throbbed every time her tongue swept over his sensitive spot, aching for more. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum as it dripped out, and the swallowing motions she made with it drove Sasuke absolutely mad.

He could tell that he was getting close – just a few more sweet bobs of her pretty head and he would cross the threshold. His eyes snapped open at just how dangerously close he was.

No. Not yet. Not like this…

He put his hand under her chin and lifted it up, signaling that she should stop. Sakura could tell that he almost climaxed by how hard he was breathing. He slowly lifted her head to his mouth so he could kiss her with all of the passion that was inside him. Gently, he shifted so he was on top of her. When he aligned himself at her core, he realized something was wrong. It didn’t feel right. Then it hit him.

The condoms…

“Fuck!” He cursed loudly, resting his head on her shoulder, “We completely forgot to grab condoms!”

Sakura giggled, running her hands through his hair, “Don’t worry, Anata, I bought some while you were checking us in. They’re in my bag.”

Relief rushed through his body as he hurriedly stood up and practically ran to her bag. He clumsily unzipped the bag, grateful that Sakura was so damn smart. Just as soon as he left, he was back, and handed the little square packet to her to open (as it would be difficult to do with one hand).

Sakura carefully opened the plastic, handing the condom back to Sasuke to put on himself.

He blushed, not really recalling how to use it. Sure, they had to go through sex education at the Academy – which included contraceptives – but Sasuke had spent the lessons day dreaming. He always figured that when he did finally sleep with someone, they wouldn’t use protection because of restoring his clan.

Now, not ready to have a child, but ready to do the actions of making one, he completely regretted his past.

Sakura quickly caught on after a few seconds of Sasuke just staring at the lubricated condom. She sat up.

“Oh, uh,” She began, holding the condom towards the light, “First you want to check to make sure there are no holes or tears, since that would make wearing a condom pointless. Then, you figure out which way the condom rolls.” She put the condom over her finger, rolling it down by half an inch to see if it was facing the right way, “Next, you place it over the head of the penis while pinching the reservoir. If you ejaculate into it, and there’s air, it could pop.” She used Sasuke’s penis as the example, doing as she said, “Then, you roll it down.”

Sasuke’s face became a little redder, but he shrugged it off. Putting on a condom would be hard with one hand; he figured Sakura would most likely put it on him each time. Though, he didn’t mind that.

He couldn’t stop himself from kissing her when he saw her gentle smile. The two went back to their previous position, Sakura’s head softly landing on the plush pillow under her.

Sasuke gently caressed her cheek, feeling himself at her entrance. He gave her a questioning look. She responded by flashing the same gentle smile from before.

Slowly, he pushed into her.

She was so incredibly tight around him; he couldn’t help but to groan. His cock throbbed, and he inched in further.  When he heard a muffled cry, he opened his eyes expecting to find a face filled with pleasure.

Instead, he found one filled with pain.

Sasuke immediately stopped with his heart racing. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… she wasn’t supposed to feel bad.

“Shit, I’m so sorry…” He began to pull out, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“N-No!” Sakura shook her head, “Don’t. I just… need time to adjust. We need to go slow.”

He nodded and began to pepper her face with gentle kisses before settling at her lips. After a few moments, pain turned into comfort, and she encouraged him to move. They did this; moving, stopping, moving, stopping, until he was completely sheathed inside her.

She smiled up at him before experimenting with her hips. The moan that escaped his lips enticed her to move a little faster, Sasuke eventually meeting her pace. When he moved, it was her turn to moan, the comfort turning into pleasure.

With every thrust, it felt like Sasuke was taking her breath away. The room suddenly became incredibly hot, their bodies sweating as a result. It was filled with nothing but the sounds of their whimpers, groans, and the sound of skin slapping skin. Her head was spinning with a thousand emotions at once. Love, lust, and everything in between. She felt like she was on top of a mountain with adrenaline pumping through her veins that increased with every movement.

Again, Sasuke could tell his climax was quickly building up. Though, he absolutely refused to finish before she did. His picked up the pace and kissed at the sweet spot on her neck, slightly changing the angle of his thrusts.

“R-Right there!” She couldn’t help but to pull his hair to the point where it hurt (somehow, he enjoyed the pain). She pleaded for him to not stop, begged for him to keep going.

He couldn’t stop it. With a deep groan, he aggressively came into the condom.  Within seconds of his first spurt, she clenched around him while screaming his name. The two breathed heavily while riding out the rest of their orgasms, hers completely milking him.

Sasuke’s lips crashed against her with fervor, his mind focused on one simple thing.

“I love you.”

Her eyes widened at his gentle whisper. The tears that had formed while making love spilled over her cheeks when she blinked.

“Wha-“

“I’m serious.” He used his thumb to wipe her cheeks, “When most people were willing to give up on me, you were one of the few who still believed in me. You helped save me from the darkness, from death. Sakura,” His own voice choked up, “I love you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a tight embrace, sobbing. “Anata, thank you.” Sakura didn’t attempt to hide her tears of joy, “I have always loved you, Sasuke. I always will.”  

When they settled down, Sasuke finally pulled himself out from her. She showed him how to properly discard the condom, then the two slept peacefully that night.

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