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blvshdolli · 2 months
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18+ ONLY; DNI MINORS, 45+ PPL, BIGOTS, MARRIED PPL, RACISTS, AND ANY WEIRD DISRESPECTFUL PPL !!
hihi, i’m kay and welcome to my blog <33 you can call me kay if you’d like but i prefer being called princess, bunny, sweetheart n baby. kay isn’t my real name btw, i’m just not comfortable with sharing my actual name online. i’m fine with she/her + they/them pronouns n i’m also pansexual !
❤︎ i’m 18
❤︎ 5’2 (i have a size diff kink)
❤︎ virgin
❤︎ bratty sub but possibly a switch. idrk yet tbh
my pfp is me :3
click keep reading to read the full post !!
࣪⊹𐙚 — info
btww i am single but i’m NOT looking for a dom, looking to be owned or looking for a relationship of any kind. i’m just here to have fun, share some of my content and share some icky thoughts + fantasies !!!
check out my carrd below to learn more about me regarding my kinks/likes, limits/dislikes, etc
feel free to send me icky asks/thoughts, they don’t all have to be icky; they can be sfw too. my dms are also open if you wanna chat or leave some icky msgs for me to read, i love them sm. you can msg me on here or ask 4 my discord, sfw convos are welcome anytime but nsfw convos are sometimes allowed if i feel comfortable
throne wishlist / amazon wishlist ~~ if you would like to spoil me ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
if you do buy me something i could wear, i’m open to sending pics/vids of me in it. i won’t be showing uncensored stuff of my cunny or my butt 🕳️, only my tits will be uncensored. no pics/vids w my face in them either !!
also, you don’t have to buy me stuff if you don’t want to !!!
mal ~~ if you wanna see my full anime list bc i only named a few in my carrd
manga list ~~ if you would like to see my full manga list
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࣪⊹𐙚 — misc
-`♡´- make sure your age is in your bio or somewhere on your blog. no age = blocked | minors = blocked
-`♡´- don’t spam my dms pls. i get veryyy overwhelmed bc i get tons of msgs everyday. so it may take some time for me to respond; i’ll try my best to answer all of them :33
-`♡´- i don’t always wanna have nsfw convos. i LOVE talking about music, movies, games, fashion, shows, anime, hobbies, etc. so plz ask me about some of those things
-`♡´- PLEASEEE be funny and interesting of some sort, my attention span is very very short
-`♡´- i don’t send pics/vids unless i feel comfortable enough to do so. but i won’t be sending anything full body nude and absolutely no pics/vids of my cunny or my butt 🕳️. all of the pics i send will be faceless, i won’t ever put my face in them. don’t try to pressure me into sending stuff if i don’t want to; i won’t hesitate to block you. respect my mf boundaries !!!
-`♡´- don’t hmu thinking you’re gonna get pics/vids from me right off the bat; if i say no then no. i don’t need to send you things just bc i post nsfw stuff
-`♡´- don’t send me unsolicited dick pics/vids, ask for my permission first
-`♡´- just bc i post nsfw/nsft stuff doesn't give you the right to be creepy + disrespectful in my dms
-`♡´- be respectful or i’m hitting that block button
࣪⊹𐙚 — tags
❤︎ #mine !! = my pics/vids
❤︎ #blvshthoughts = my thoughts or me yapping
❤︎ #blvshanswers = answering asks/questions
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n33dy-slut · 7 days
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Since some bitches are too lazy to read my pinned or simply refuse, let me reiterate the most important bits (but you should go back and read all of it).
I AM OWNED.
Do not send me dick pics. I will not hesitate to block you.
I’m a smart ass, especially when I’m in a bad mood. Check some asks if you don’t believe me. Ask the people I blocked if you don’t believe me.
I don’t reply to a lot of DMs, but if I consistently ignore you, it’s unlikely I’ll text you back. I probably just don’t care.
Speaking of DMs, I don’t answer to rude DMs. Degrading, maybe (it’s unlikely), but rude? Hell no. “Get on your knees, you worthless cocksucker!” Hard maybe, leaning no. “How’s your day, cumdump?” I am more likely to respond. Nuance? If I like your page, I may respond even if you’re rude.
I don’t send pics, don’t ask.
Text me with your intentions. I don’t have time for small talk. If you genuinely want a conversation? Cool. If you’re giving me a lame, “how’s the weather?” convo, I will get bored and stop responding.
What don’t I want in my DMs? Simple compliments. When you only to say “Cool blog!” Okay, please send an ask! If you want to compliment me before having a conversation, THEN DM me.
I know I usually post nudes with my posts, but this is an exception. You are paying attention because you respect me as a person and more than my tits. I am probably going to see if you’ve liked this or my pinned post before replying to your DM.
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nyxronomicon · 2 years
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100 followers celebration!
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take a moment and appreciate what i’ve put together for y’all...
Thrilled to have made it to 100!! While there’s still a ~select collection~ of you, I thought it would be fun to do horny art
You might be wondering, how can I see my blorbo like this? Ask and you shall receive my friends
Send me a name & number and I’m going to draw an undetermined number of people (probably 2-5) over the next few weeks in these sexy harnesses. These are not requests per se but suggestions so I don’t expect to do them all!
Rules:
You must be following me
I will not indulge requests on anon- this is to make sure all participants are 18+ (also please for the love of diavolo have your age in bio or i will block you)
You can request via ask, DM, comment on this post, reblog/tags, wherever honestly lol
While the images are all men, you can also send female characters! I’ll alter the harness/ropes if it would not make sense for a woman’s body (thinking about #8 draped over some tits so respectfully...)
side note: if you have a female body harness in mind feel free to send that instead keeping in the BDSM/ropes theme
side side note: i’m open to depicting characters with body parts alternative to canon
I will likely add dick, feel free to send pics if you have something in mind (don’t make me regret this lmao) (it can be dildos and in fact this is what i expect)
I am a creature that works on inspiration- if you want me to do your request, tailor it to me
I should not have to say this but please don’t send characters that are canonically minors. I will not age up. I’ll block you if you do this (if the age is ambiguous feel free to check with me)
The art will not be tagged as such but housekeeping for this event will be tagged #gray100 (sorry you are forced to look at the art lol)
Characters/fandoms I am open to under the cut~
Obey me
really anyone except for Luke
lmk if you want demon form/bunny or cat ears ;)
throwing my oc Diaval out there just in case anyone’s interested lol (yes this is basically a guarantee i’ll draw it tho lol)
Genshin 
Any of the adult characters are fair game but I’ll list some favorites
boys: Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Itto, Diluc, Kaeya, Dain, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli
girls: Yelan, Beidou, Raiden Shogun, Yae Miko, Rosaria
The Witcher (show or game)
Persona 4/5
Dojima, Adachi, Iwai or Takemi
Devil May Cry
Castlevania (the show- i’m not familiar with the games)
Hades
OCs
that’s right! if your character design seems interesting i might do an OC- please send some personality notes with it & also lmk how NSFW you are comfy with me going
I might add some others later- this list is not exhaustive & feel free to toss a suggestion my way that’s not listed! I’ll let you know if I don’t know who that is & you can throw an unlimited number of ideas at me lol
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bimghost · 2 years
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Hello there!!
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!! This blog is entirely fantasy, I use it to cope and take control of these things. !!
Pansexual poly trans man irl
I fully am certain in my gender as a man, and desire both top and bottom surgery
18+ ONLY!! Age in bio or I’ll beat your ass in a not fun way
Asks and DMs are HEAVILY encouraged, I love that shit 💕
@diaperednpathetic is my abdl account!!
If you send money I can send myself saying whatever you want me to, send custom tit pics, etc. I’ll do most kinks, I just need some extra money and it would be appreciated 💕
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My kinks:
Detr*nsition, Misgendering, Forced fem, Forced detr*ns, Humiliation, Petplay, Hypno, Bondage, Praise, Degradation, ageplay, abdl, cnc, Groping, Breeding, Watersports, oviposition, omorashi, Orgasm denial, chastity, feet/shoes, etc.
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Things I am uncomfortable with:
Body shaming
Rape/rape kink stuff. Not for me, sorry!
Demanding to see the rest of my body. You can ask, but if you demand I’m blocking you.
DO NOT call me “rapemeat,” “fuckmeat,” etc. I’m sorry, but it’s an immediate turn off.
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DO NOT INTERACT:
Eating disorder blogs/body shaming blogs
Actual transphobes and/or homophobes
Anyone aggressively against this kink. Just block me, man.
MINORS!!!
P3dos, “MAPs,” etc.
Racists 😐 thought I wouldn’t have to say this.
Anyone who feels GENUINELY entitled to my body. I am not required to fuck you if you live in the same state as me.
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beomsl · 1 year
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Hello it’s 🎀 anonie again!!🥺 I’m so happy to see that you reacted positively to my asks I really thought I’d creep you out..you’re so nice and I love it!! >.<
now, OMG I cannot believe you were already thinking about posting more pics of your boobs 😳 it fills me with joy bc I look forward to them so much..cause I really think you’ve the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen and I just wanna look at them all day.. like YOU COULD SPAM ME 50+ images and I’d just drool and want more..
pls if you do not mind, can the next pics be a little more close up of your titties 👉🏻👈🏻 they’re so pretty I just wanna keep seeing them from as closely as I can. And ofc everytime I see, I just wanna give you the sweetest suck of your life. Like I told you..you really made me go bi now I just wanna brush your tits and suck them LITERALLY ALL DAY. And and ..like pls post videos of you playing w them!!
Byebye!! I’ll drop by again my beautiful queen 💗 I’m really shy rn..to send texts apart from anon BUT IF YOU EVER DECIDE TO NEVER NOT POST NUDES AGAIN, pls omg let me know cause I’d love for you to dm me in that case 🫣 I promise I’ll pay you back in any way you want maybe even send you back some nsfw pics of my boobs lol but just anything. Ily. Sincerely a fan
Eagerly waiting for your reply and my treat with puppy eyes.
hiii! sorry for the late reply. jdjsjsj it's nice to know you like them this much, i feel flattered honestly didn't thought someone could feel this way about my body? ur cute
umm okay i will think about this! honestly i already have videos and all but i wasnt thinking of posting them so this is kinda encouraging, and dw dw im still going to share them here <33
thanks for your words cutie mmmwah 💗
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maskedtruths666 · 2 years
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This is a fictional story. None of it is true. Pics submitted by a fan of my works. Names were submitted by fan as well. Theme was proposed by user too! Pure coincidence if it’s real.
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This story is about Melissa who is an aspiring model but ends up getting played out by the photographer.
Melissa, known for her perky busty tits, always loved the spotlight. She loved telling everyone that her tits are real. Flaunting her boobs is a part of her personality. She loves any opportunity to show off her natural tits.
As the pandemic rages on, she had to find ways to earn extra money after having taken a pay cut. She decided to create an Only Fans behind her boyfriend’s back. At the start, she hired a female photographer because she didn’t want her boyfriend to worry or for some creep to take advantage of her.
Soon, her OF took off. She was making a lot more money than she was in her job. Soon, it was enough to sustain her and she decided to expand the range of services she offered through OF. Instead of just taking sexy shots, she decided to sell her used bras or lingerie for extra cash.
Business was booming and she didn’t even tell her bf she has all this extra cash. Her clientele has boomed and she has even received requests for a lot more than just used bras and lingerie.
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She would start making video requests and sending it out to clients for $100 per gif. Most of her gifs involved her showing off her boobs and posing suggestively.
One day, she received a message from an anon user saying that if she does not accede to his request of having a private photo shoot with him, he would spill the beans to her bf. Having no choice and not wanting her bf to find out, she begrudgingly agreed to meet this creep.
“Room 666, come at 12 noon.” Read the DM.
Reluctantly, she followed his instructions and his specifications for clothes and went to the hotel to meet him.
At the hotel, she finally found out who the creep was. It was none other than her bf’s best friend Nathan. With a wry smirk, he said to her, “I knew you’re such a slut. But don’t worry, I’ll keep my word.”
“Fuck, it’s you? Why are you doing this?” Melissa asked.
“Because I fucking hate the way you’ve hid things from Jaden. Jaden’s my bro and I knew you weren’t worthy of him but he worships you.” Nathan said.
“Fuck, there’s no need to do this. He’s my bf and he’s your best bro. Why do you want to blackmail me?” Melissa said.
“As much as I hate you, a man has needs and it’s been awhile since I’ve got some. Since you’re a cheap lying whore, I might as well use you for what you are.” Nathan said.
Melissa lost her cool and walked up to Nathan to give him a tight slap. Anger intensified and Nathan pushed her on the bed. As he was pinning her down, Melissa was struggling to get up and that’s when Nathan said, “The more you struggle, the more turned on I will get and the harder I’ll fuck you.”
“Fuck you, you’re such a bastard I swear.” Melissa said as she continued struggling.
Nathan started groping her tits and licking them as Melissa tried her hardest to push him away.
In their struggle, Melissa managed to kick Nathan in the balls and in his pain, he managed to regain composure and pinned her to the ground. With one hand pushing her head down, his other hand unzipped his pants and out popped his long thick dick.
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He managed to remove her underwear and roughly fingered her pussy. When it was moist enough, he said to her, “You might be struggling but you will enjoy this.”
“Fuck you, I won’t. You fucking bastard. You aren’t even a gentleman about it” Melissa cursed.
“You don’t deserve to be treated properly, you fucking whore.” Nathan snarled as he penetrated her moist pussy, ignoring her struggles and curses.
“Fuck, surprisingly your pussy is tight. Jaden doesn’t fuck you that much?” Nathan groaned in pleasure as he started pounding her pussy doggy style whilst pinning her down.
“Ugh fuck, no, can you fuck me faster so we can get it over and done with?” Melissa groaned, half in anger and half in pleasure. Frustrated by her body betraying her, she could only hope that Nathan would get it done fast.
As Nathan was pounding her from the back mercilessly, it was not long before anger and hate turned into guilty pleasure. As Melissa stopped struggling and cursing, Nathan stopped pinning her down as hard. Soon, Melissa was moaning and saying, “Fuck me harder. Give it to me. I’m your slut.”
Nathan responded by turning her around, and started slowly thrusting into her with each hand groping her luscious tits. “Now that’s my girl, you’re a dirty little slut.”
As he grabbed her tits and continued thrusting into her, Melissa’s hate slowly vanished and she gave in to her inner desires. She sneakily asked, “IF I let you cum in my pussy, will you help me take a gif and a few pics for me to sell?”
“Now that’s what I like to hear. A barter trade.” Nathan said as he smiled and continued thrusting into her slowly, enjoying every inch of her wet pussy.
“Maybe afterwards, we can have a round two and you finish on my boobs? I bet I can get lots of sales.” Melissa said, puppy eyeing Nathan.
“Fuck, this should be a regular occurrence.” Nathan remarked in pleasure as he was sliding in and out of Melissa.
When he could no longer contain his orgasm, he thrusted his deepest into Melissa’s pussy and unleashed his not warm load. Melissa on the verge of orgasm, tightened her pussy walls and vacuumed his hot load the moment he unleashed it. Feeling the hot load fill her pussy up, she managed to orgasm and she lay there breathlessly as Nathan slowly pulled out. As he removed his dick from her pussy, he sprang into action, taking a few pictures and videos of his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy.
“Now that was a good fuck.” Nathan commented.
“You better keep your word and not tell my bf about it.” Melissa said as she started fingering herself.
“I’m nothing but a man of my word.” Nathan said as he started stroking his cock for round 2.
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The end.
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dr4cking · 3 years
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Gift.
masterlist taglist
draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |
husband!draco & dad!draco. switched 😏
y/n just got home from her girl's night out with her friends, she opened the door of her house. her eyes automatically searching for her husband and their child.
she goes upstairs when she didnt found any of their signs downstairs.
then she heard it, laughter coming from her son’s bedroom. she barged in and smiling when she saw her husband and kid playing on the bed.
she approaches them, pulling the two of them into a tight embrace.
draco smiles when she kissed his cheek before placing another kiss on scorpius’s forehead.
“how is your day?” she asked ruffling her little boy’s hair.
“it’s really fun mommy! daddy and I have been playing for a whole day!” scorpius clapped his hands cheerfully.
“yeah? tell me what is it that you played together?”
“we’ve been practicing magic and i grew some flowers in the garden mommy i’m sure you’d love it!” scorp replies making draco chuckles at his boy’s bubbly side.
“that’s great baby, i’ll see it tomorrow theyre must be really pretty” y/n said tickling her son making him squirming and laughed.
“and how about you, love? did you have fun today?” draco asked making both of them stopped and she smiles at him.
“we had so much fun bubs, do you know that pansy just found out that she is pregnant?”
“what? really? wow that’s good news to hear, can’t believe blaise is going to be a dad!” he replies with the same energy. he grins at the thought of blaise finally having his dad moments for the first time.
“draco you’re a dad too..” three of them laughed at her comments.
y/n stood straightly and stretched her back before leaning into draco whispering something into his ear.
“you better put scorpius to sleep soon. i cant wait to call you daddy tonight.” she smirks seeing him gulped and his face heated.
his eyes instantly dropped to scorpius who was still sitting on the bed innocently.
she walked out of scorpius’s room going to their bathroom wanting to take a shower.
>>>>>
few minutes passed, she came out from the shower, she smirked when an idea come to her mind. she put on a red lingerie that she knew draco loved so much.
a little gift for him might make his day better.
she stares at her reflection in the mirror, twirling around to admire the lingerie that hugged her body perfectly.
she has been craving for some touches since last week, but they have been busy with taking care of scorpius. so now would be a perfect time.
she sits in the middle of the bed, crossing her legs waiting for draco to come to their room.
her head snapped to the direction when she heard the door clicking and her huband stepped in, his eyes turned dark as he saw her.
“is he asleep?” draco nodded at her question, he walked slowly to her, his eyes scanning her body making her smirk get wider.
“good.”
“now enjoy my little show mr. malfoy” she continues, standing up and turned him around, pushing him onto the bed.
she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and quickly casted a silencing spell.
she looks at flustered draco keeping their eye contact, playing with her wand twirling it around her hair and shot him a wink making him shifted uncomfortably.
she put the wand back. her hand slowly tracing down to her body and draco’s eyes follow every movements she made.
y/n chuckles before letting her hand goes to her back and unclasping her bra, showing her tits full out in display for him.
she throws her bra at him and it landed on his crotch, he quickly grabbed it and sniffing it humming at the scent.
draco was still propped on his elbows enjoying the show his wife give to him, his eyes never leaving her body.
y/n played with the string of her panties in her fingers before taking it off slowly, showing him her bare cunt. and her panties dropped to her feet, she pretended to gasped and look him straightly in the eyes.
“oops..”
draco’s breath got caught in his throat, he wanted nothing more than to touch her but he also wanted to enjoy the show.
“fuck baby you’re a goddess..” he moaned softly, his eyes looking up at her face before going down again.
“thank you daddy” he choked out on air when she said that making her chuckle.
she hopped on his lap and straddling him, catching his lips on her, kissing him eagerly, her hands quickly making her way to the bottom of his shirt taking it off.
“daddy you’re so hot..” her kisses trailed down to his neck, leaving a few marks on it.
their bodies pressed together leaving no gap, she grinded on him making him groaned. he pulls her back for a hungry kiss his hands roaming around her body and he moans softly into the kiss when he feels her nipples rubbing his.
“fuck.. ride me mommy” she moaned at the nickname, her hands pulling down his sweatpants he helped her by kicking it off throwing it somewhere making her giggle.
she pushed his hard cock up straightly to his lower stomach and she grinding her cunt on it, petting him.
“mommy.. please..” he moans out loud at the friction, his hands squeezing her ass.
she lifts up her body lining his tip up on her entrance to lubricating both of them before sinking down on his cock, he stretched her out deliciously as her walls instantly accomodating him.
they were moaning each other at the feeling of finally being connected.
“god y/n.. you wrapped my cock so tight baby” he let her fully have the control as she bouncing up and down on his cock, her hands gripping tightly on his shoulder to steady herself.
“you feel so good inside me daddy” she bouncing faster on his cock, each time his cock somehow gets deeper inside her showing a bulge in her stomach.
“damn baby look at how deep daddy in you”
she moans when she looked at her stomach. his hand touching the bulge in her stomach pressing it softly turning both of them into a moaning mess.
“i’m close daddy..” he guided her hips to bounce faster while meeting her thrusts upwards, one of his hand rubbing her clit circling his thumb on it making her going crazy.
“cum for daddy” she collapsed on his body legs spasming as her high hit her body, her juices soaking his cock. draco followed behind at the feeling of her walls squeezing him tight.
and when y/n thought they were done, draco flipped their body so he was on top now without pulling out of her. he thrusting into her right away making her gripped the sheets.
“you dont think i’m done with you, right?” he snapped his hips harder making her body bouncing in front of him. the headboard hitting the walls over and over again.
y/n shakes her head ‘no’ to answer him. he pulls her for a kiss, his fingers twirling her hard nipple.
“good. because i’m not stopping until you filled up with my cum, i’m gonna give you so much cum until you give me another baby”
“yes! yes daddy please fuck me until i’m full with your cum..”
he wrapped one of her legs on his shoulder making him going deeper on her, his balls slapping up against her ass making loud clapping sounds filling the room.
“god.. babygirl i will never get tired of pounding into your tight pussy, it feels so good i dont wanna pull out”
y/n screamed his name louder when he hit her spot again, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as the knot in her stomach tightened and her vision went blurry.
draco noticed and pulls her by her throat reconnecting their lips. he broke the kiss pressing their foreheads.
“look at daddy when you’re gonna fall apart on his cock, babygirl” she moans louder keeping their eye contact like he said, her lips quievered as he circled her clit.
“i’m gonna cum daddy! oh fuck.. yes draco!” she let her second orgasm washed over her body, it feels so good that it sending her to the cloud nine.
“oh god.. you squirted on daddy’s cock, babygirl”
he groans louder at the feeling of her walls pulsing and clenching him so tight, his thrusts getting sloppier as his high approaching him.
“fuck fuck.. take all of me y/n!”
he gives her one final thrust before letting himself exploding all of his cum inside her, filling her womb full like he promised. his moan get louder when he feels he’s still shooting his cum into her non stop.
his body shaking so hard that he collapsed on top of his wife hugging her, burying his face onto the crook of her neck.
y/n moaned feeling so full, he lazily ride out their highs making no move to pull out.
she stroked his blonde hair softly, sweats running onto both of their body. they were still catching their breaths.
“oh my god y/n.. that was so amazing” draco said between his breaths as he rolled to the side, wrapping her in his arms.
“yes dray.. that was the best” she kissed him one more time before he gets up walking shakily to the bathroom.
he comes back wrapping y/n in bridal style carrying her to the bathroom and placing her in the warm tub before joining behind her.
“thank you for letting me went out earlier and taking care of scorpius, dray..” she looks over her shoulder, her hands playing with the bubbles.
draco captured her lips on his, his hands messaging her shoulder softly. he pulls away to answer her.
“no need to thank me, love. it was my duty too as your husband and a father.”
she chuckles splashing the water onto his face making he joined her laughter.
“i love you dray.”
“i love you more y/n.”
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a/n : i once again dedicated this to @angelic-bitxh because of a deal we made for ghost pics 💀
tagging : @dracoscum @hellounicorn @onyourgoddamnleft @whoreforgeorgeandfred @turn-to-page-394-please @underappreciated-spoon-321 @silverdelirium @littlemissnoname13 @youreso-golden @dracmalf0y-dm @f4iryluvy @starstruckgranger @rylynn-m @lieswithoutfairytales @dlmmdl @yiamalfoy @black-repunzel99 @yvonnearce22 @arzfia @seriouslyinlove @alexthealexthealex
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killerfairyxx · 2 years
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‘*•.¸♡ hi! i’m vero ♡¸.•*’
~first, if you’re not 18+ pls DNI!!~
⋆ my asks are open for absolutely anything (nothing is off limits in asks)
⋆ i do sell content! just ask if you want any of the uncensored photos i post (requested photos are OPEN at the moment)
⋆ all photos of me are ok to rb! i post them for a reason lmao
⋆ i do have a premium snapchat which is $15 (photos are OPEN) ALSO:
⋆ sexting is open on snap ($15 for every 30 mins)
⋆ dick pic reactions/rates are open ($5 per pic)
⋆ cumming video reactions are open ($10 per video)
⋆ audio requests are open ($10 per video)
⋆ dildo sucking videos are open ($5 per video)
⋆ tit playing videos are open ($5 per video)
⋆ if you want anything that’s not on here we’ll talk about pricing and if i’m able to do it!!
⋆ photos and videos are OPEN!
if you’re interested send your snap user in the notes in cashapp and i’ll add you ♡
⋆ my cashapp is $mossball29
if you don’t have cashapp but you’re still interested DM me and we’ll figure it out ♡
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babeeboy · 2 years
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HI! About me:
My name is Bee, but you can also call me puppy, slut, etc
I‘m primarily T4T and other than that, not picky
All my posts are ok to rb unless indicated otherwise
Before you send a dm: I don’t want small talk, and I don’t want a picture of your dick with no warning. Find a middle ground, please.
YES: light degradation, breeding, ovi, praise, cnc (emphasis on the consensual!!), sending me asks and DMs
NO: feeding!! Currently fighting an ED. No choking at all. Also no misgendering, extreme violence, actual nonconsent, fluids other than cum, incest or rapeplay or anything like that, pictures of your penis without asking first
I am an adult who exclusively attracted to other adults. Anyone who does not fit those categories should stay the fuck away from my blog. I block freely :)
anyone under 18 should not be even looking at this blog. No exceptions.
More about me below if you’re curious!
Names I like:
Puppy, slut, whore (in a nice way), toy, pet, etc. anything mildly affectionate is good!
Also: daddy, mommy (NO other feminine names allowed), Sir, Mister
Things that I’ll entertain/rp but honestly don’t care much about: hypno, bondage (usually), strict monogamy, cis stuff, royalty kink, religious stuff
Send an ask or introductory dm before you send me pics. I’m definitely interested I just need a warning first. More often than not, I have no particular interest in the visual aspect of a cis man’s penis, so don’t get too excited about that. If it gets you off, go ahead.
Because some of y’all don’t know how to start a conversation (me as well)
How not to start a convo with me:
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
“Friends?”
How not to start a convo with me pt 2:
“Show me your tits, whore”
“[something aggressive and demeaning]”
“[a picture of genitals or a torso]”
How to start a convo with me:
“Hey puppy, I saw your post about [x]”
“[my post/rb] is the offer still available?”
“[my post] 👀👀 bet”
It’s not that hard guys
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stevenbasic · 3 years
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“Oh, we have to hire her,” Melissa giggled, pulling my phone closer, “She’s adorable...”
On her overstuffed white leather couch, in her elegant new office, Melissa and I were all but holding hands, mine wrapped in hers as she and I sat together going over these...whatever you’d call them...“Job Applications.” She was wearing a fitted grey skirt of tight houndstooth and a crisp white button-down showing several inches of cleavage. She was sitting close, so very close, and her perfume had already lulled me into quiet submission...
“This Bessie girl seems like a keeper,” she continued, pulling up the resume of the first girl I’d seen, the busty, long-haired, definitely-more-than-just-adorable ‘Bessie Bensen’. Melissa’s phone, her account, had the actual written applications of these girls, where all I had were the pictures they’d sent me. “She’s worked at Dairy Queen, a day-care center. Has lots of experience babysitting…” she listed, looking at Besdie’s photos once again, “that might come in very handy around here…”
“Wh-what..?” I stammered. This had gone too far. This was a medical practice! What kind of  experience did she think we were looking for? “How d-do you m-”
“Well, I think nurturing personalities can be very useful in the office,” Melissa explained, plainly, “Especially as we look ahead a little, how things are going to be changing…”
“Ch-changing?” I asked, obviously sounding confused. Alongside my irritation, I was uneasy, anxious.
“I have to get my girlfriend Shanette to apply,” Melissa continued, blithely ignoring my concerns, speaking quickly, the earnest excitement in her voice obvious. She sounded so confident, and her smile this morning seemed to suggest she knew some things that I didn’t. Like she had a secret...or a whole purse-full of secrets. “You’ll love her. She’s a nurturer, too,” she said, “Here, maybe I have an old picture of her....” She swiped through her phone for a few moments, but had a picture of ‘Shanette’ seemingly at the ready:
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“I worked with her at Hooters. And Katie and Angie,” she explained, “so glad Angie already applied...she’s so smart. Katie I’ll call too…”
I noticed a yellow envelope, legal sized, on the low table in front of us. It had my name on it, across the bottom, and some other handwriting.
“Angie can work in accounts, maybe Doris’ old job, and so can Katie. Or Katie can work the front desk, maybe help organize. Shanette can.,.I dunno, we’ll find something!” Biting her lip in pause, Melissa looked at me, thinking. “Do you need a personal assistant?”
A wh-what? “n-n-no..I’m, uh...”
“She would take such good care of you...” she mused, biting her lip again in thought before speaking again, “but I like that being my job..!”
She giggled, and had already gone back to scrolling through my DMs, stopping on the video from a girl in glasses. “Columbia, huh?” she mused, “Is that a good school? Her resume’s reeeeeally long. But these girls look good too, don’t you think? I want to hire them all!”
“a-a-all..?” I answered nervously, knowing already this was out of my hands, unless I wanted to put up an argument, one I knew wouldn’t end well for me . There were, at my latest count, ten girls in my inbox. And more kept coming in.
Six people had left us.
“So, we need at least twelve full-time people...plus the new providers…” Melissa said, adjusting position on the couch, pulling her muscular legs up underneath herself and raising up higher. Her cleavage jiggled, invited my eyes to stay a while. She smiled, looking down at me patiently.
“You saw our postings for a new PA? A Nurse Atheist...tician?” she asked, sidling up closer to me. Her natural flirtiness was in high gear this morning, for sure, and seemed motivated with a new energy. It did weird things to me, cowed me.
What was in that envelope? There were papers sticking out of it.
“y-yes…” I stammered, deciding to not even bother to correct her pronunciation this time, doing my best to resist her advances, “but I st-still don’t know why-“
“Like we said in the job posting, silly,” Melissa giggled, reaching out to brush an errant strand of hair off my forehead, “to help us make the world more beautiful!” She regarded me, then looked at my phone again. “Like all these girls. Didn’t these pictures just brighten your day?”
What?? “B-brighten my duh..?” I began, trailing off, confused and feeling a little upset. I began again. “I...I need to talk to you about that,” I said, “I don’t think Randi should have told these girls to send me their pic-“
“But you said you wanted to be involved,” Melissa stopped me, “be part of the process this time…” Her voice had subtly changed, as if she was tolerantly acknowledging my complaints just to indulge me.
That made me even more upset. “y-yes but I didn’t mean like this!” I snapped, hearing the petulance in my voice, “And how can we say we’re just hiring attractive women??”
What was in that envelope? What did those papers say?
“Why?” she answered calmly, now tucking a lock of hair behind my left ear, “Don’t you think pretty girls can be smart? Good at what they do?”
I gulped, and realized I’d been staring at her mouth. Her teeth sparkled, her lips glistened. She had big features, large eyes, perfect cheekbones. Her makeup was done perfectly. I was having trouble answering.
“Maybe they can be even better, because they are pretty?” she continued, brushing aside my concerns, “And c’mon...would it be so bad if we hire a bunch of good-looking girls?” Her right hand, done fiddling with my hair, had slid behind me. Her fingers played with the nape of my neck, idly trying to soothe me. “I think it would be good for business,” she said, “lord knows we need it.“
Looking up at her, I blinked, noticing now how strong her perfume had become.
“And, besides…” she went on, voice dropping close to an amused purr, “wouldn’t it be nice to be surrounded by gorgeous women? Have them all at your beck and call?” Her left hand, now, snaked around my neck, and I felt her pull me subtly towards herself.
“s-s-surrounded?” I answered, barely able to do anything but repeat after her and struggle to not drop my gaze and stare directly at her chest.
Melissa giggled. “Maybe you’re starting to feel that way already?” She drew a deep breath, inflating her big chest to within inches of my chin. I felt her warmth, the bewitching thrall of her perfume, and knew how easy it would be for her to pull me to her breasts. “Maybe you’re feeling a little...overwhelmed? Surrounded by girls?” At that I felt it: her large, strong hands cupped the back of my skull, gently encouraging my head downwards to stare into her full tits.
”M-Melissa...I, uh,” I stammered, unable to do anything but fight all-out gaping into her cleavage. She had huge tits, huge. And they were right there, straining against the button of her blouse. “R-remember…” I managed, somehow finding my tongue and wrenching my gaze up to look at her, “I’m a...a married man…”
Melissa cooed. “Ohhhhh...so brave, so good,” she clucked, “But now that Sheryl has - y’know, filed - you deserve it. You deserve to have some eye candy, to get some attention from women…” Gently, she tilted my head down again. “...don’t you think?”
Wait...what had Sheryl done?
“F-filed?” I stuttered, once again finding the strength to tear my gaze away from her chest, actually pull back away an inch, “Wh-what do you mean?”
“oh…” Melissa answered, allowing me a little more space but keeping her hands in possession of my shoulders, “I thought you would have known.” She looked down into my face, searching my eyes with her concern. “She didn’t talk to you about it? Oh you poor thing…” Her eyes were deep with pity, but I couldn’t help but think she was fighting back a smile.
”wh-what??” I blurted, now feeling even more nervous.
“These papers,” she explained, releasing my right shoulder and turning me by my left towards the table, “these arrived today…”
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staeygoldenn · 4 years
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3 Days
Summary: Ethan challenges Grayson to a bet. If Grayson doesn’t fuck anyone for a month, he can get the master bedroom in their new house. If he loses, Ethan gets it.
Note: This was inspired by their video and @milliondollardolan‘s blurb about a girl showing Grayson her nipple piercings. ✨
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“One month, no sex, and it’s all yours.” Ethan smirks and sticks out his hand. Grayson shakes his hand back, “Deal.” “I totally got this, I just got laid like last week, I can totally make it through a month,” he thought to himself.
Day 1… Grayson makes it through the day not thinking much about the challenge. His Insta feed made him get a little distracted but he decided to just close out of the app. Ethan came into the kitchen.
“Yeah that master bedroom is definitely mine.”
“Dude it’s only the first day.”
“That’s exactly my point, you’re already Insta thirsting.”
“Was not.” Grayson looks away and puts his phone down.
“I remember those days but now I’m a taken man.” Ethan walks away.
“Fuck, he’s on to me.” Grayson thought to himself.
Day 2… Day 2 came and went and Grayson started getting a little frustrated.
“How dare Ethan make this challenge during the month of Valentine’s Day? Ethan already had a girlfriend but it’s more difficult when you’re single,” he thought to himself.
Grayson sighed and opened the Instagram app. A girl in a black bikini caught his eye. Her long black hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her full lips, her tits… fuck he needed to close the app. “I’ll just go to sleep,” he thought to himself. Grayson laid his head on his pillow still feeling frustrated. Hmm there was nothing in the room contract that ruled out jacking off. He pulled out his phone and pulled up Pornhub. He scrolled through the trending page. He found a video that caught his eye. The girl looked similar to the one he had been eyeing on Instagram. She was getting fucked from behind while the guy had her thong scrunched up in his hand. The sound of her moaning started to get him hard. He started rubbing himself through his grey sweatpants.
“Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned, gripping the sheets.
The guy smacked her ass. Grayson took off his sweatpants and finally touched himself. He tugged at his length and cocked his head back. He stroked his cock up and down, squeezing for extra grip. The guy in the video fucked her harder and faster and soon Grayson was cumming on his hand. “Fuck,” he got up to wash himself off.
Day 3…. By Day 3, Grayson had started to crave sex. How a girl’s pussy would tighten around his dick as he was fucking into her. The sounds of her moaning his name, boosting his ego. The sight of her tits bouncing and her pussy getting wetter with each stroke. How he would grab a fistful of her hair and make her beg for it. He couldn’t let anyone on to this though, he really wanted that master bedroom.
“How you holding up, Gray?” Ethan asked him over breakfast.
“I’m fine.”
“There’s no way you’re lasting a month.”
“Yes I am, I’m gonna get that master bedroom, just like I’ve had at all of our places of residency.”
“We’ll see about that. Listen, I gotta go check on the construction progress so don’t get into anything while I’m gone or should I say anyone.” He laughed.
“You’re not getting that bedroom.”
“Bye, Gray.”
“Later, E.”
“Fuck, now he’s leaving me alone,” Grayson thought to himself. “I think I’ll just go take a nap.”
He laid down to sleep for a couple of hours and woke up to an Instagram DM. It was the girl whose pictures he had been looking at the night before.
hey 👀
“Hi 👀” he answered back.
I’m Lexi. I think we met at one of jake’s parties one time
Oh yeah hey how are you?
“That’s it. That’s all I’m gonna say that’s so boring.”
I’m good ☺️ I saw your recent pic you look good 👀
“Oh shit.”
You look good too 👀
do you have snap? 👀
Yeah
He sent her his snapcode and awaited her response. He got a friend request from lexi_96. She sent him a selfie and said hi.
Wow you look pretty
Thank you so whatcha doing?
Nothing just home alone bored
Same lowkey horny 👀
Same 😳
Hmmm
Hmmm what?
“Ugh this stupid bet.” He thought to himself.
Do you wanna meet up tonight? 👀
I would but I’m in this bet with my bro rn
What kinda bet?
I can’t fuck for a month so I can get the master bedroom
Lmao okay or you could get laid rn 😂 I just got my nipples pierced 🥴
It is tempting... 👀 send me a pic
I already did 😌
You know what I mean
Hey it’s your turn 👀
Okay fine
He took his shirt off and sent her a picture.
🥵
Thanks ☺️
I wish you were here 😫
Me too 😔
Fuck the bet and come fuck me? 👀
She sent him a picture of one of her pierced nipples.
Okay fuck it send me the addy
Grayson copied the address and put it into his maps.
otw
okay :)
Grayson changed into a fresh shirt and shorts and sprayed some cologne on. “Fuck, how am I gonna sneak out without Ethan seeing? Maybe he’s asleep,” he thought. He grabbed his bag and keys and closed his bedroom door. Passing through the living room, Ethan was on the couch FaceTiming his girlfriend. “Fuck,” Grayson thought to himself.
“Hey where are you going?” Ethan asked.
“Just out,” Grayson said, trying to leave.
“Okay,” Ethan said suspiciously. “It’s 11:30pm on a Wednesday night but okay.”
“Just gotta get some stuff…. okay yeah I’ll see you later.”
Ethan raised his eyebrow and shook his head. Grayson closed the door behind him and hopped in his Porsche. 30 minutes later, he arrived at the address.
here
He snapped her.
okay coming
He got out of the car and she met him at the front door.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi.”
“Welcome. My room’s this way.”
He put his bag down and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Thanks for coming. Sorry it’s sorta random.”
“It’s okay,” he smiled.
They started kissing and he put his hands under her hoodie, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel the cool metal where her nipples were pierced.
“Just be careful, they’re still sensitive.”
“Figured,” he smirked.
He gently rubbed his thumbs along them, feeling them harden under his touch. She moaned gently. She took her sweatshirt off and he took his shirt off. She gently pulled at his silver chain and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her deeper. She wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her neck and started kissing down her chest. He lightly took the metal pierced through her nipple into his mouth and she moaned and gripped his hair. He kissed down her body and kissed along the waistband of her shorts. He kissed her thighs. She took her shorts off and revealed her black thong. He kissed her over her underwear, running his tongue along the fabric. She moaned. He went back to kiss her, and she removed her underwear. He went back to kiss her pussy lips, teasing her. He lightly kissed her clit and felt her buck her hips for more pressure.
“Please,” she whispered.
He looked up at her and licked her slit and licked her inner lips up to her clit. He traced long, slow licks back and forth. She started rocking her hips back and forth on his tongue. He grabbed her hand and held her thighs open. He started sucking her clit and with his other hand, stuck two fingers in and started stroking her G-spot. She was so wet and he felt his dick twitch. She started shaking and he could tell she was close. He moved his mouth off of her and removed his mouth.
“Fuck, please,” she whispered.
“Turn over,” he smirked.
She obliged and he rubbed her ass.
“Grayson, please, please let me cum.”
He smirked and ran his fingers through her folds. He started rubbing her clit and she moaned. He held her thighs open and tried to get her back to that same place. She gripped the sheets, “Please, please, please,” she pleaded and finally came on his fingers. She flipped over and he stuck his fingers in her mouth.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “You’re good at that.”
“Thanks,” he smiled.
“I think it’s your turn now,” she kissed him and moaned at the taste of herself also on his mouth. She kissed down his abs and reached into his pants to stroke him. He took his pants off and let her continue. She kissed his thighs and licked the tip, letting the saliva strand drip from her lips. She took him deeper into her mouth and took him all the way down her throat. He groaned and grabbed her hair at the base of her neck. She bobbed her head up and down. He cupped her chin.
“I don’t wanna come yet. Can I fuck you now?”
“Yes.”
She got up and straddled him. She lowered herself on his length and felt him groan in her ear. He wrapped his biceps around her and kissed her.
“Lay on your stomach,” he whispered in her ear.
She pulled herself off and laid down. He rubbed her clit and entered her. He started fucking her, the wet sound filling the room.
“Yeah this is definitely worth losing the room for,” he thought to himself.
She moaned as he kept stroking her G-spot. He laid his hands up under hers so she could grab onto him. She loved his weight on top of her and felt her pussy getting wetter. She loved feeling him deep inside her. Pleasure warming down her body. He slowed his strokes to try to steady himself.
“Please Grayson fuck me harder,” she moaned. She got up on her hands and knees and he started rubbing her clit and fucking her harder. He grabbed her hair with his other hand. He smacked her ass and she gripped the sheets.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” she moaned out. He felt her tighten around his dick.
“Can I nut in your mouth?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He pulled out and she started stroking him and he came on her tongue. She kissed him.
“Fuck I gotta go before my brother gets suspicious.”
She laughed. “You still think that room is yours?”
“I mean there’s a slight chance but if I lose the bet, this was definitely worth losing it for. You were great,” he smiled.
“Text me again when you’re not in a bet and you’re a free man.”
“Will do.”
He kissed her one more time and headed out to his car. He raced home and arrived to Ethan, still up.
“Three fucking days Grayson?” Ethan laughed. “I was too generous giving you a month, I would’ve thought you might at least make it to two weeks.”
“Fine. I lost.”
“Yeah, go shower you dirty fuck.”
Grayson defeated, went up to go shower but hey at least he got laid.
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glittercornmovies · 3 years
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Good afternoon (at least, it’s afternoon in the Central Time Zone)! I just found not one, but 2 device chargersI’ve been looking for for-fucking-EVER, so it’s shaping up to be a GREAT day for me today! How are y’all? Good? Bad? Indifferent? Misanthropic? Gassy? I really wanna know. Tell me all about it! I’m here, and I’m a SUPER good listener. I’ll also dispense all the shitty life advice you could ever ask for, advice I don’t even take for myself! But, this isn’t about me, it’s all about YOU! Drop a comment down below, or drop me a DM, if that makes you feel more comfortable. NOTICE: I am in a happy, committed relationship with a VERY sexy hunk of a man, so despite the fact that I am pan, please, NO JUNK OR TIT PICS. I have absolutely NO interest in seeing your cock, cunt (my favorite word, FYI), or tits, please and thank. Maybe your ass, though...especially if you’re in a jock strap. Jocks are unisex, by the way. Fight me. I wear them sometimes and they make me feel sexier than the frilliest, daintiest little slip of “female” lingerie (which is ALSO unisex, dig? Cool. 👍🏻). By the way, I’ve also just gotten myself a brand spankin’ new Talkatone number (it’s an app. I know it’s on the Apple App Store because I use an iPhone. Not as sure if they have it for Android, too, but I think they do. With this number we can even talk over the phone, and if too many of you try and prank me, I can “burn” the phone number and create a new one. Pretty spiffy, eh? So, yeah, if you’re going through it, or just bored, gimme a ring-a-ding-ding! Note: This is *NOT* my actual mobile phone number, so no funny business! The number is +1 (903) 341-9480! Just so we’re all on the same page, I can ONLY speak English, If you can’t speak English, we will have a difficult time trying to communicate. I’ve spent so much of my life devoted to learning the ins and outs of the English language that my stoopid American brain has no room for any other language. :-/ In closing, let me know how your day is going and if it’s not going well, I’m sending lots of love, good vibes, and virtual Glittercorn hugs your way! #MuchLove 💜🏳️‍🌈💜🏳️‍⚧️💜 (at East Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CP8pHRwlPPa/?utm_medium=tumblr
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angelic-holland · 5 years
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Stay At My Place // th x fem!reader
Miss Yer Kiss Part Two
Feel free to read Miss Yer Kiss! Feel free to leave comments or asks with feedback! 
Warnings: smut, feelings, actual plot this time, nsfw, 18+ please
Word Count: 12k
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Tom checked Instagram the next day, including your page. He was laying in his bed when he clicked your story. He gasped when he saw what was a spitting image of himself in pencil. He took a screenshot of it and almost posted it to his story but decided not to.
He remembered what you told him.
“Let’s agree on one thing. This is a one night stand, that’s it.”
He didn’t want it to be a one night stand. He’s had his share of one night stands, sure. But there was something different about you. Maybe it was your confidence, maybe it was the way you didn’t even care enough to leave your phone number. Maybe it was your tattoos and how he wanted to hear the story behind each and every one of them.
He decided to wait, see if you would DM him since you set out the “only a one night stand” pact.  
He heard his doorbell ring and he got out of bed, he checked his phone, who was at his place at 10:30 at night?
He jogged down the stairs, opening the door.
“Hey mate,” Harry says, pushing his way inside.
“What’s up? Were you planning on coming over?”
“Nah last minute decision,” Harry says, walking up the stairs, Tom following.
“Okay, what’s up?”
“Is she still here?”
“Who?”
“The girl you left the club with last night.”
“No she’s gone,” Tom frowns.
Harry flops down on the sofa, “oh good.”
“Why?”
“You’ve never been caught mid hook up before, by the paps I mean, mom almost had a fucking heart attack when she saw the pictures of you leaving the restroom of the club.”
“Wait why?”
“Cause she doesn’t know about your other hookups, she also wasn’t expecting pictures of her son with lipstick marks and sex hair leaving a fucking club bathroom.”
“We didn’t fuck in there.”
“Sure you didn’t.”
“Not like, not full sex, fuck off it doesn’t matter.”
“Sure, like the stories of people hearing her scream your name aren’t important.”
“Harry! Can it, not like it matters now.”
“Yeah? Do you even remember her name?”
“Course I do, it’s Y/N.”
He smiles, remembering how you made him work for it.
“Stop thinking about it you perv,” Harry says, tossing a pillow at Tom as he sits down.
“Shut up, she only wanted a one night stand so I’m gonna respect that.”
“Sure.”
“What?”
“You always catch up with them after the ‘one night stand’ and see if they want to go on a date, hook up again. It’s your thing.”
“My thing?” Tom scoffs, crossing his arms.
“Yeah.”
“Well whatever if she wants to talk to me she can DM me on Instagram or something.”
“No she can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you get legit thousands of DMs a day, probably more, you wouldn’t be able to see it.”
“I could search for it? Would that work?”
“Maybe.”
***
You’re lying in bed, suitcase packed for the flight you’ve got early tomorrow. You sigh, pulling out your phone. You know what you said. You know you should just forget about the possibility of seeing Tom again. Of interacting with him again. But you couldn’t get that night out of your head.
“It’s beautiful out,” you say, exhaling the smoke from your lungs.
“Not as-,”
“I swear if you finish that sentence I’ll leave right now,” you groan.
“Okay! I won’t, just, you look so pretty, the moon really lights up your tattoos, they look good.”
Any of your hook ups, you weren’t used to them complimenting you if that compliment wasn’t about loving your tits or something stupid. They never called you beautiful, like Tom was about to. Or pretty. You opened your Instagram, you decided the other day to post the picture you drew of Tom, even going so far as to tag him. Your eyes almost fell out of your head when you saw he liked the post.
Maybe, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to send him a message, he’d have a hard time finding it anyways with the probably hundreds of thousands of messages he gets.
You quickly send him a DM.
yourinstagramhandle: thanks for the like, you like the drawing?
You roll your eyes and send a text to Bryce, asking if he wants to go to your graduation.
You go back to Instagram and see you’ve got a DM from none other than Tom.
What the fuck.
***
“wait! She DMed me, holy shit,” Tom says, opening it.
He smiles and responds.
tomholland2013: thought it was okay
tomholland2013: I’m kidding I thought it was great
Yourinstagramhandle: well thanks
Tomholland2013: didn’t think I’d hear from you again
Yourinstagramhandle: almost didn’t DM you but decided I need validation
Tomholland2013: the sex or the drawing?
Yourinstagramhandle: you caught me… both
tomholland2013: well the sex was so good I want to see you again so there’s that. And the portrait is so good I want you to tattoo it on me
Yourinstagramhandle: well damn I’ll take it. Not a tattoo artist yet though, and getting a portrait of yourself tattooed, little self centered don’t you think?
Tomholland2013: just a tad bit.
Tomholland2013: are you still in town?
Yourinstagramhandle: leaving bright and early tomorrow for NYC
Tomholland2013: come over
Yourinstagramhandle: I can’t, I’ll be too busy giving you the time of your life I’ll miss my flight
Tomholland2013: that’s not necessarily a bad thing
Yourinstagramhandle: it is when I’ve got school, finals in two weeks and then I need to beg for a tattoo apprenticeship
Tomholland2013: they’ll be begging you to be their apprentice
Yourinstagramhandle: totally not how it works
Tomholland2013: I fly by New York end of May, can I see you then?
Yourinstagramhandle: sure you won’t have forgotten about me by then?
Tomholland2013: no, already miss your sex, don’t know how I’m gonna go two months without it
Yourinstagramhandle: we could always be horny teenagers and sext. Wanna see my tits?
Tomholland2013: right now?
Yourinstagramhandle: no in two months, yes right now
Tomholland2013: fuck yeah
Tomholland2013: wait send me ur phone number I don’t wanna accidentally save them and have them end up on my Instagram story or something
Yourinstagramhandle: not very good with technology?
Tomholland2013: nope
***
You giggle, pulling off your shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra, so you just waited for him to text you.
Unknown number: Y/N?
You: the one and only
Tom: great now show me your tits
You: I better get a picture of your hard cock immediately following
Tom: my brothers here!
You: kick him out or go to your room, my tits look pretty great right now
Tom: please send them, told him to get lost
You: where are you right now?
Tom: couch
You: take your cock out, play with it a little bit
You position yourself in front of the mirror, pinching your nipples a little so they harden before taking a picture and sending it to him.
Tom: holy fuck, missed ur tits so much
You: I’m waiting
You quickly strip your sweatpants and now soaked panties, laying back on the bed.
You groan at the picture he sends, his hard cock in his hand, thighs spread on his couch.
Tom: can I call u
You: Patience baby, one step at a time. Let’s just sext for now
You can practically hear his whine but you wouldn’t answer his call even if he did. You loved teasing him.
Tom: fuck, send me a picture of your pussy
You: why should I?
Tom: please, know you’re probably dripping for me, come on, lemme see it
You smirk, your fingers moving to lazily move through your folds, gently slipping into your hole, you take a few pics, choosing the best one to send to Tom.
Tom: holy fuck, you sure I can’t come over? Wanna eat your pussy so good
Although you’d love that, you knew it wasn’t possible. You sighed, responding to him as your thumb gently rubbed your clit.
You: positive, now be a good boy and jerk your cock for me until you make a mess
You smile, putting your phone down and fucking yourself down on your fingers.
****
“Shit,” Tom groaned, reading your text before his hand sped up. He closed his eyes, pretending it was your hand, pretending you were there with him.
He came embarrassingly quickly with a whimper of your name.
You: and I expect a picture of the mess
He groans, sending a picture of his stomach painted with his come and his softening cock, sending it to you.
You: beautiful
You send him a video a few minutes later.
He cleans his stomach off with a T-shirt before clicking play, feeling his cock twitch as it starts with you whimpering his name.
“Tommy,” you say, the camera angle showing your fingers fucking in and out of your pussy, making the most delicious sound. Your fingers speed up, thumb rubbing your clit as the only noise he hears is his name and the sound of your fingers fucking in and out of you.
You come with a grunt of his name, and he thinks the video is going to cut off but you trail your fingers from your clit up your body, stopping to make gentle circles around your nipples before sucking them into your mouth. He groans as the video stops, right as you moan around your fingers.
Tom: you’ll send me that and not let me come over?
You: gotta keep ya on your toes
Tom: trust me I most certainly am
He sighs, grimacing as he picks up his sticky shirt, tucking his cock back into his shorts.
Tom: we need to do this again
You: I fully intend on it
***
You make it to your flight, Lily talking nonstop the entire trip back to New York about Tom, about if you’re going to meet up with him. How good he was in bed.
“Listen, Lily, I love you, but give it a rest. I’m sure the rest of the people on the plane don’t want to hear about it. I’ll tell you more when we get back to our place. Sound good? Also, you’re gay, you shouldn’t care about this.”
You roll your eyes as she grumbles, turning on a movie as you try to sleep.
When you arrive at your apartment, all you want to do is collapse on your bed and sleep for days. You only have one before you have to be back at work and school, however.
This next week was hectic, you had to finish your final for your portrait class, then you had to finish your oil painting final. The only final you would have to sit for was Art History IV.
You saw a text from Tom that you decided to open.
Tom: hope your flight was nice, good luck with finals
Jesus, you needed a smoke. You begrudgingly got up, grabbing your pack and lighter from your bedside table you pushed open the balcony door, taking your phone with you.
You: thanks, can’t believe I graduate so soon, been a whirlwind
Tom: what’s ur address
You: what
You light your cigarette, waiting for his reply.
Tom: wanna send you a graduation gift
You: like what
Tom: just something
Tom: on a completely different note what size bra and panties do you wear
You: I like the way you think.
You send him all the information he asked for, finishing your cigarette and lighting up another one. It was a bad habit of yours, you were well aware, but you started smoking with your ex when you first started college and you were, like most people who smoke, addicted. You planned to stop eventually, they drained money from your account and you’d need to start saving more for a chair at a tattoo shop anyways.
Tom: What are you up to now?
You: having a smoke then going to take a nap
Tom: oh
You: what?
Tom: just was gonna say we can call or video chat if you wanted to
You: although the idea of getting off together over the phone sounds amazing baby, I needa take a nap
Tom: after?
You: I’d want nothing more
You finish your other cigarette before going back inside, flopping down on your bed and closing your eyes.
You wake up to Lily shaking you awake, “Y/N, it’s been like so long you should get up.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s Sunday, like 2pm.”
“Oh shit,” you say, getting up.
You check your phone, a few missed calls from Tom, one text from Bryce asking if you wanted to work tonight around 6. The shop was closed but there was going to be a small cleaning day according to him.
You quickly text Bryce back, telling him you’ll be there. You send a message to Tom as well, unsure of what time it was over there.
You: sorry I totally suck but I’ll make it up to you. I’m going into work into work at 6pm my time, call me before then.
You lock your door, quickly shutting the door and curtains that lead to your balcony.
You jump back into bed and see your phone buzz, Tom. You quickly pick up.
“Thought you were gonna ghost me,” he laughs.
“Nah, like your dick too much.”
“Y/N, don’t say things like that.”
“Why?”
“Cause.”
“Oh, are you hard right now?”
“Maybe.”
“Are you free?”
“Course.”
“Good, are you naked?”
You hear him suck in a deep breath, “not yet.”
“Okay so get naked.”
“Are you?”
“I’m about to be baby, like I said, gotta work on your patience.”
It’s silent other than the sound of both of you taking your clothes off. You put the phone on speaker and lay it down next to you.
“You naked?” He asks, panting.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes?”
“Did I say you could?” You grin, hearing him swear.
“What’s this game we’re playing Y/N?”
“Just listen to my instructions baby, gonna make you feel so good.”
“Fine,” you hear him grumble.
“You don’t haveta, you can hang up and get yourself off if you wanna.”
“No, no, okay I’m not touching myself, what do you want?”
“Want you to tease yourself, lick your palm, rub it down your chest, don’t touch your cock yet.”
He swears but does what you say, waiting patiently for your next instruction.
“Good, go ahead, wrap your hand around your cock, but don’t move, just feel the weight of yourself in your palm, feel good? Wish it was me, my hand wrapped around you?” You ask, letting your fingers pinch your nipples.
“Fuck, wish it was something else.”
“Yeah? What do you wish it was?” You ask, biting your lip, knowing exactly what he’s going to say.
“You’re, fuck, can I move my hand? Please?” You hear him whine.
“What do you wish it was Tom?”
“Your lips, wish your lips were wrapped around me right now.”
“Wish I was there right now, wish I could suck you off, maybe if you were being good I’d let you fuck my mouth, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck, yes, wanna fuck your mouth so bad.”
You loved how worked up he got just from being told what to do. You hand slipped down to your pussy, slipping a finger into your wet heat as you gave him his next instruction.
“Go ahead baby, jerk your cock for me.”
“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts and you can hear him start to move, his bed moving beneath him.
“Feel good? Wish it was my pussy wrapped around your cock?” You ask, slipping another finger into yourself, moaning.
“Are you, you touching yourself too?”
“Course, not nearly as good as you touching me,” you groan, thumb rubbing your clit.
“Wish, fuck, wish I could see you right now.”
“Tom, feels so good, wish these were your fingers fucking into me, wish you were getting me off,” you whine, fingers speeding up.
“Yeah? Wish I could eat that pretty pussy of yours, make you come undone over and over again on my tongue,” he groans your name several times.
“Gonna come? You wanna come for me baby?”
“Yes, fuck, don’t stop please, wanna come, can I come?” he grunts and you grin. You were surprised he was asking permission and you let out a throaty groan as his moans get higher and higher pitched.
“Yes, come on baby, come all over yourself for me, take a picture when you’re done, wanna see how much of a mess you made for me.”
“Fuck, y/n, I’m coming, fuck,” he whimpers your name a few times and that’s all it takes for you to come undone.
“Shit,” you laugh, fingers slipping out from you.
“Yeah?”
“That was fun,” you giggle, before wiping your fingers off on your sheets.
“Agreed.”
You hear your phone buzz and you check it.
Another picture, this time Tom’s face was included. He was biting his lip, hand not holding the phone was in his hair, your eyes wandered down to his chest, red and sweaty, his stomach covered in his come, cock softening against his hip.
“Look so pretty baby,” you say, taking off your phone speaker.
“Thank you,” he laughs.
“Okay I gotta go get ready for work, talk to you later?”
“Great plan.”
“Bye.”
“You know your phone was on speaker right?” You hear Lily shout and you laugh so hard you’re almost in tears.
“Sorry!”
“Well at least I know what he’s like in bed now.”
***
You arrive at Tattoo Dice and the doors are locked, lights off. Maybe you were the first to get there, your apartment being so close, so you unlocked the door with your copy of the store key.
“SURPRISE!” A chorus of people shout and you’re bombarded by every tattooer, piercer, and front desk assistant holding balloons and streamers and those little things that pop, you couldn’t remember the name.
“Holy shit what’s this for?” You ask, confused.
“Your graduation,” Bryce says, stepping out from the crowd, “we couldn’t find a time when everyone was free after your graduation so now is close enough.”
“Yeah? Wow thank you,” you laugh as he guides you to the sofa in the waiting area, where a cake was waiting.
“What?” You ask, reading it.
“What’s it say?”
“Happy graduation and apprenticeship.”
You look between Bryce and the cake, “you fucking didn’t.”
“I did. I’ve never seen such talent and skill, you’ve been here for 4 years, you’re going to have to start looking for an apprenticeship when you graduate, I don’t want my competition swooping in and stealing you.”
You felt tears in your eyes, this never happened.
“Of course, you’ll have to put in the work and the effort, and pay for your chair but I have no doubt in my mind you can do that.”
“Thank you Bryce. Really,” you say, hugging him.
“Alright, no more crying, it’s cake time.”
***
You were anxiously awaiting the grade for your portrait. It took like every waking moment, the theme was “two sides of every story”. You knew exactly what to do.
You had called Tom after your party, shocked he was still awake.
“So, my portrait final, I was wondering if one of your buddies could take a photo of you sitting on a stool, like positioned in a corner, so your shadow is still in the shot.”
“Want me naked?”
You roll your eyes, “no, it’s, the theme is two sides of every story, so I want to draw you, maybe as Peter Parker, then your shadow will be Spiderman.”
“Holy fuck that’s awesome.”
“Yeah, do you think you could do it tomorrow morning? So the light hits you just right?”
“Course.”
“Thank you Tom,” you sigh, laying down.
“No problem. Keep your eye out for your mail.”
“Huh?”
“Your present.”
“Oh you know you don’t haveta get me anything. Don’t even know if anyone is going to my graduation,” you laugh.
“Wait what?”
“Nothing.”
“Nobody’s going to your graduation?”
“It’s, I mean, Bryce is going to try, not like I have anyone else.”
Shit fuck, fuck. You didn’t need to share personal shit with him.
“What about, you don’t haveta, I don’t know if this is a touchy subject for you, if you don’t wanna talk about it you don’t have to.”
“Why nobody’s going to my graduation?”
“Yeah.”
“See how easy it was? Anyways, don’t know who my dad is, mom left me on a police station’s doorstep when I was three like I was a newborn baby and it was the 1950s.”
“She did What now?”
“She had really bad postpartum depression, couldn’t handle having a kid I guess, left me on the police doorstep and I bounced around different foster homes. Never stayed in one place for more than a year.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What’re you sorry for?”
“For all that, for how you hadta grow up.”
“It was fine really, Art was what kept me going, it was the only thing I really had from home to home, only school subject I was able to do well in since it didn’t require previous knowledge.”
“Well I’m glad you got something good out of everything that happened.”
“Yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes.
“When is it again?”
“When’s what?”
“Your graduation.”
“Oh, April 15th.”
“Okay.”
“Anyways, guess what?”
“What?” You can hear he’s more distant now, probably wants to ask why you don’t have anyone going to your graduation, he doesn’t want to know the answer.
“Bryce offered me an apprenticeship.”
“Really? That’s amazing!”
“Yeah, I’ve got just enough saved up to pay for my equipment and chair for the first few months, when I’m tattooing for free, then eventually I’ll get paid, might haveta take out a loan for my apartment or move somewhere cheaper but since I won’t be spending money for the subway to get to school it’ll cut my expenses. Jesus why am I rambling sorry you don’t wanna hear all this.”
“No I do, I do,” He says and you can hear some enthusiasm in his voice.
“It’s late you should go to bed.”
“Maybe we can talk in the morning?”
“I’d like that,” you smile, “goodnight Tom.”
“Night princess.”
You giggle as you hang up, running a hand over your face. You were fucking exhausted. The next morning you woke up to a picture message from Tom.
Holy shit, the picture was perfect, just what you needed.
You: this is legit amazing how’d you make it look so good?
Tom: brother is like an amateur photographer
You: nothing amateur about this. Thanks no I get to stare at your picture for the next 50 hours.
Tom: 50???
You: more or less, for the portrait, then the oil painting, now go away I’m meant to work
Your portrait professor said you could go into the studio to draw, since it was a full color design, but if you wanted to do it in the comfort of your own home you could. You opted to take your work to the tattoo studio, sprawling out in the back office.
“You’ve got it bad dontcha?” Bryce asks, seeing your initial outline of the sketch.
“What?”
“This kid in the drawing, it’s the same one you drew the other day. You sleep with him?”
“None of your business,” you say, “scram I gotta finish this outline.”
“It’s almost done, you’ve been working for 6 hours, you need a break.”
“Fine, wanna grab some coffee?”
“Let’s go kiddo,” Bryce says, helping you off the ground.
Bryce takes you to the coffee shop next door. You know you’re going to have to tell him about Tom.
Most of the time he acted like your fun uncle, wanted to know what you were up to but wouldn’t give you any advice or warnings. Recently he’d been more of a wise father, which you had no problem with, never having one of your own to rely on.
“So, he’s famous right? Does movies? How’d that happen?” He asks as you sit in a booth.
“Met him at a club in London.”
“And you…”
“Yes, we did, thought it was just gonna be, you know, that, but we’ve been talking.”
“Have you seen him since?”
“No, think he’s gonna visit on his way to a press thing.”
“So are you two dating? Messing around? What do kids these days call it?”
You shrug, taking a sip of your coffee, “I don’t know. Like, it would be cool to date him, but at the same time I like what we’ve got now. He’s all over the place all the time, lives in London, while I’m here, how’d that work?”
“Think you could find a way to make it work, if it’s worth it.”
“Well, dunno if it’s worth it.”
“You’re doing your final project on him, I think it’s worth it.”
You shrug, “Yeah.”
“So maybe you should see how he feels?”
“Too soon for that.”
“Whatever you want, I’ll be by your side whatever you chose. Alright let’s get back I’ve got a tattoo to do and you’ve got shading and colors to start.”
“Then I’m working at 6.”
“Yep, got 5 more hours of work to do, let’s get to it lady.”
***
By the time your shift started you had almost finished your outline in black and erased the pencil underneath it.
You were happy with how it looked, sending a photo to Tom. Tomorrow you had to go into school for your art history class, only two more lessons left.
Tom: holy shit looks amazing, and now you have to color it?
You: Yep, most of the time will be color, then my oil painting
Tom: What will be your oil painting?
You: was gonna make an oil painting of the Spiderman mask but I don’t want you to think I’m obsessed with you or something
Tom: I wouldn’t mind, your art blows my mind
Tom: also I’m kinda obsessed with you too
You: good
You smirk at his texts, locking up for the night at 11:30, saying goodnight to Bryce who made his way upstairs to his apartment. 
“See you tomorrow,” you wave, sending him one more.
The next day is filled with rushing to class, your professor telling you that the final class period was optional, knowing you all had plenty of work to do for other classes. You almost cheered.
When class wrapped up you made your way to the studio, working a mid to close shift, you weren’t going to have much time to work on your portrait.
You were able to use your colored pencils to get the color of his shirt, a blue button up, and his khaki pants done. You wanted to save the details of the Spiderman suit and his face for when you had more time.
By the time 1pm rolled around you were satisfied with how much work you had left and the time you had to do it.
You spent the rest of the day greeting customers, helping them pick out jewelry, copying their consent forms. You had fun as the front desk assistant and would no doubt do it for as long as they wanted you, but you were dying to have a turn with the tattoo machine.
The phone rings, and you answer.
“Hello, Tattoo Dice by Bryce, this is Y/N, how can I help you today?” You ask, pen and paper in hand.
“Hello, is Bryce in?” A low voice asks.
“He is, doing some paperwork in his office. Can I help you?”
“Was hoping to talk to him.”
“Sure, I’ll check to see if he’s taking calls,” you frown, clearly they’ve never stepped foot in a tattoo shop before or understand any etiquette of tattoo shops.
You put the person on hold and ring the back office, “someone wants to speak to you? Do I tell them off or let them through?”
“Feel like being nice, put them through.”
You transfer the line to the back office and look back at your portrait, taking out your skin tone set of colored pencils. There was a lull in the shop around dinner time and you decided to color his body in while there was some silence.
****
“Hello, this is Bryce, how can I help you?”
“Hi, you’re, you’re Y/N’s boss right?”
“Yes, who’s this, Wait, are you that Tom fella? No distracting her at work.”
“Of course not sir, I wouldn’t. I was just wondering, she told me you might go to her graduation.”
“That’s right.”
“I was wondering if maybe, maybe you could get a second ticket? I wanted to surprise her, but I wouldn’t know how to get a ticket.”
“Do you think she would want you there?”
“I don’t, I would hope so, I mean, I don’t know how to ask her without giving away that I want to surprise her.”
“Well I’ll ask her, hold on.”
“Right now?!”
“Yes, just you wait a minute.”
****
Bryce strolls out of his office rolling his eyes, “some random asshole who doesn’t know what our cancellation policy is. Trying to cancel our appointment for tomorrow and get his money back at the same time.”
“Huh, weird that he asked for you.”
“Well I’m his artist, makes sense.”
“Yeah, totally,” you nod, eyeing Bryce as he sits on the stool next to you.
“Looks good so far,” he nods as you shade in his neck.
“Thanks,” you hum, changing the color for his face, slightly darker color to contrast the light from the window you would add later.
“So, your graduation.”
Your face drops and you stop coloring. He doesn’t want to go. Or he is too busy.
“You don’t haveta go, stupid for me to invite you, it’s whatever,” you sigh.
“No, no I was going to ask if I could get two tickets, for Adrien and I.”
“He’d wanna come?”
“What’s my husband gonna do? Sit and look pretty? We’re not open on Sundays he won’t have work.”
“I’d love to get you two tickets.”
****
“Do you like your presents?”
You giggled, looking through the box of lingerie.
“You didn’t need to get me all these.”
“But I want a photo shoot,” he whines.
You pick up a small handwritten card.
For you princess, I expect photos of you in all of them. Xx Tom
“You’ll get a photo shoot mister,” you laugh, putting your phone on speaker and taking off your clothes.
They were from an online store, all in the sizes you sent him. There were more elaborate pieces but you picked up a lacy red bralette with matching red lace panties. Most of the lingerie was red.
“Is red your favorite color?”
“How’d you know?”
“Just a guess.”
“You look so fucking good in red princess. Wait FaceTime me.”
“Okay okay,” you say, hanging up and moving to FaceTime.
“Fuck I didn’t know you’d be naked for me,” Tom groans, laying on his bed, you could see he was shirtless and were hoping there was nothing on underneath.
“Go ahead baby, put on those pretty little numbers on for me,” he says as you prop your phone up on your bedside table.
You put on the first red lacy set, posing for Tom. The camera slowly moves lower to his hand gripping his cock as he jerks off.
“Don’t come too soon, got lots more to show you.”
You show him the same set in black, causing him to bite his lip and thrust into his hand.
The next bit is a little more elaborate, lots of tiny hooks to clip in the back, and you struggle for a bit, laughing when you trip over your own two feet and Tom sits up, concerned you hurt yourself.
“I’m fine,” you laugh, getting the last hook done. You turn back to him, showing off the red lace corset that made your tits look so good, right down to where it trailed off into a lace trim hanging right above your bare pussy.
“Love this one, wanna leave marks all over your chest, tease those hard nipples of yours, shit, so pretty,” he says, hand moving faster.
“Have 911 on hold while I take this off,” you joke, fingers struggling again to unhook it. Once you do you put your hands on your knees and mock being out of breath.
“Are you okay? You don’t gotta try the others on, it’s fine,” Tom starts but you cut him off.
“Are these crotchless panties?” You gasp and look up at him. He’s blushing a little and nods.
“You don’t needa wear them, thought they’d be fun, I don’t know, don’t worry about it.”
“No Tom, I fucking love them, holy shit I could come just thinking about how useful these could be.”
You quickly slide them up your legs, fingers spreading your lips, loving how snug the fabric felt around your hips and ass but how bare and exposed your pussy was.
“Look so pretty, come on, go lie on the bed and play with your pussy,” he says, camera shaking a little as his hand speeds up.
“In these?” You ask, laying on the bed and tilting your phone so he could see your fingers move down your chest, pinching each of your nipples.
“Yes, fuck yourself with those panties, wanna see if they work,” he grunts and you follow through, fingers dipping lightly into yourself, the hole in the panties perfect for this.
“Go ahead princess stuff yourself full for me.
“Shit,” you whine, fucking yourself with your fingers.
You could hear his moans get throatier, you knew he was going to come.
“Fuck, touch your clit, come on baby,” he whines and you do just that, feeling yourself get closer and closer.
“Tom, fuck,” you groan.
“Come for me princess,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly.
Your fingers speed up and you come like a horny teenager with a cry of his name.
He comes right after, and you bring the phone up to your face, giggling a little as he licks his lips.
“Feel like a fucking teenager right now.”
“Yeah?”
“Hella horny all the time, sexting.”
“Wish you were here,” he sighs, hand running through his hair.
“Me too,” you yawn.
“How are you tired it’s like 6pm there.”
“Been working nonstop on your projects, finally finished them today after pulling an all-nighter. Gotta pass them in tomorrow.”
“Can I see them?”
“Course. But I’m gonna sleep now. And you should too! It’s late over there.”
“You’re right.”
“Goodnight Tom.”
“Night princess.”
***
“You should try juuling,” Tom says nonchalantly.
“What?” You almost choke, smoke exhaling out of your nostrils, you cough for the first time while smoking in three years.
“To help you stop smoking, you told me you wanted to stop, eventually, heard juuling helps.”
You roll your eyes at the boy on the other end of the FaceTime call.
“Sure,” you say, “just, I’m graduating today, got some nerves to shake out.”
“But you did it, and your portrait professor said yours was the best work she’s seen this year.”
“Yeah, thank you for your pretty face.”
“Of course,” he grins.
“Where are you right now?” You ask, the bed behind him not his own, he never said he had any filming or press. His next press thing was a week from now in Mexico according to him. Your heart nearly falls out of your chest, what if he’s at another girl’s place? You know you never said anything about seeing other people, you were just messing around, why did what he did in his free time matter to you?
Sure you texted every day, not just sexted. You learned about his friends, his likes, his dislikes, anything and everything, all the little fun facts about him. But that was just getting to know the person you’re sleeping with, right?
He must’ve seen the look of confusion mixed with hurt on your face because he sat up and his eyes widened.
“Nevermind, doesn’t matter, I haveta, I gotta go.”
You were going to wait for him to answer but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more so you hung up quickly.
“Fuck,” you say, tears stinging your eyes as you finish your cigarette and immediately start another one.
“Hey! Y/N, we gotta get going- fuck, what’s wrong?” Lily asks as she joins you on your balcony.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” you say, sniffling as you take a long drag.
“Clearly you’re not fine you’re crying, what’s wrong?”
“I just, I’m an idiot.”
“What?”
You silently finish your cigarette, Lilly rubbing your back as you stub the end into your ashtray.
“I think Tom was at someone else’s place, like in someone else’s bed.”
“Oh.”
“It’s stupid, we never said we were a thing this was just, we’re just fooling around so it doesn’t matter what he does in his free time.”
“Did you hear what he had to say?”
“No, feel like a fucking idiot, didn’t wanna embarrass myself in front of him anymore.”
“You should ask him out.”
“Huh?”
“Tell him you wanna be official, wanna be boyfriend girlfriend or whatever. It’s obvious you’ve got feelings for him.”
“Nah, he’s, he's famous, he’d never be around,” you shrug.
“Okay, But doesn’t change how you feel. So put on your big girl panties, stop crying, we’ve got a graduation to get to.”
“Don’t gotta leave for a few hours.”
“Two.”
“Okay, so I’m going to smoke this entire pack of cigarettes then we can graduate.”
“You’re seriously going to stand here and chain smoke?”
“Yep,” you nod, grabbing another cigarette.
“Just call him back, call him once and see what’s up, okay? Don’t be stupid and sound like an old lady for graduation.”
“Fuck off,” you groan.
“Fine, but just, call him okay?”
“Whatever,” you grumble.
Lily sighs and leaves you on the balcony alone. You look back at your phone. Nothing. It didn’t matter anyways, maybe you scared him off enough that you wouldn’t have to deal with the messiness that came with feelings.
You shrugged, wiping the stupid fucking tears from your eyes, grabbing another cigarette. Maybe you would get a juul or whatever they were called, cigarettes were fucking expensive and as your apprenticeship got closer you realized how fucked you were. It only made her angrier.
You couldn’t think about that now. Instead, you focused on the ring of smoke you blew from your mouth, the burning sensation you felt in your lungs.
You don’t know how long you stood there, smoking as the sun got higher in the sky and the bustling life of Queens began to start. It was a Sunday so everyone was going to church or catching up on errands.
You heard a knock on the door to your tiny apartment and the door swing open. You ignore it, thinking it might be Lily’s girlfriend here so you all could travel to graduation together.
You finish your cigarette, the knocking on the door starting up again.
“Who the fuck, Lily, who is it?” You shout, making your way back inside, closing your balcony door. You toss your pack and lighter on your bedside table before walking the very few steps to your front door.
“Lily, where the fuck are you?” You groan before unlocking the door and swinging it open.
“Who the fuck-,”
“Surprise?”
Tom was standing in front of you, wearing a really nice suit, eyes red.
“Oh. Oh!” Him in a different bed, acting sort of weird over the past few days made sense.
“I’m sorry. I, I was going to surprise you at your graduation but when you asked where I was I didn’t want you to think that I was with someone else or something, and I’m sorry if you don’t want me to be here I just thought I didn’t wanna wait until May to-,”
You cut him off pressing your lips against his, taking him off guard he stumbles back, arms wrapping around your body to draw you tight against him.
“I want to see you too,” you mumble against his lips, shutting the door behind him.
“Hey, glad you liked your surprise,” Lily says, breaking the two of you apart.
His hands were still tight on your waist, your hands cupping his face, you just nodded, looking at Tom who stared right back at you.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you say, smiling.
“I think I’m even happier that I’m here.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep.”
“Prove it,” his eyes dart between your lips and your own eyes.
“Okay, so I’m going to meet Lexie downstairs for coffee, if I don’t see the both of you down there in 30 minutes so we can get to graduation on time I swear to god I’ll kill you,” Lily interrupts and you sigh, forehead pressed against Tom’s.
“Bye Lily,” you shout as she slams the front door.
“Missed you,” you say as you lead him the short way past your kitchen into your bedroom.
“Missed you too princess,” he says, kissing down your neck.
“Now it’s your turn not to leave any marks,” you say, “don’t wanna look trashy when I walk the stage.”
“So I can leave marks here?” He asks, hands moving to grope your breasts.
“Fuck, please,” you whimper, tugging at his suit coat.
“Missed yer kiss,” Tom says, lips meeting yours again as you both struggle to undress each other.
“Don’t have lotsa time,” you say, pushing him back so you can quickly slip out of your sundress.
“Fuck, that’s one of the sets that I gotcha, you like it?”
You nod as he quickly gets out of his clothes, watching as you toss your bra and panties to the side.
“Fuck, Missed yer tits,” he groans, accent thicker, voice rougher.
“Touch me, come on, no time,” you say, moving to grab a condom from your bedside table.
“How are we gonna,” he says gesturing to your bed.
“I know it’s not as good as your king bed. Actually it’s garbage compared to your bed but it’s all that’ll fit in this fucking room,” you say, pushing him down on your twin bed.
You straddle his hips, grinding down on his hard cock as he plays with your tits, sucking and marking them as much as he can.
You hurriedly slip the condom onto his cock and sit on his cock, his teeth gliding against your nipple as you do.
“Fuck, Tom,” you whine as his hands grip your ass, encouraging you to move.
“Come on, not much time,” he says as you start to bounce on his lap.
“Fuck,” you groan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you move quicker.
“That’s what we’re doing.”
“Shhh,” you whimper, a finger moving to your clit, rubbing it eagerly. He kisses you hard, his lips telling you something without words.
You didn’t want to admit it but you were so excited he was here, if you had to sext one more time you would lose your mind. And whether you would say it out loud or not, you didn’t really want to sleep with someone else to relieve the tension you felt since that night. Your tongue met his in your mouth, his touches softer tonight than a little bit ago, tender. You both reached your highs pretty quickly and Tom would’ve been embarrassed save for the fact that he’s waited so long for this and the sight of you on top of him, the way your lips felt against his, he was a goner, in every sense of the word.
“Wow,” you say as Tom helps you off of him.
“Missed yer sex,” he laughs, taking the condom off as you start to get dressed.
“I’m very grateful you’re here.”
“I think that Manhattan could hear your box spring.”
“Well now they all know how good I’m getting it.”
“What’re your plans later tonight?”
“Well, was gonna go out to like an early dinner late lunch with Bryce and Adrien. Wait how did you even get a ticket to my graduation?”
“Asked Bryce actually.”
“Yeah? How is Adrien going?”
“That’s his husband right? Not sure,” he says, getting dressed as well.
“Hmm, well we’ll see him there. I’ll be right back gonna run to the bathroom make sure I look presentable.”
“I think you look beautiful.”
“Thanks buddy, but we just fucked so I’d like to make sure it doesn’t look like that at my graduation.”
“Good plan,” he laughs, buttoning his shirt.
You make your way to the bathroom, peeing before brushing through your hair. Your sundress showed off your sleeves and upper back tattoos so you grabbed the sunscreen.
“Lather me up,” you say, handing Tom the sunscreen.
“Aren’t you going to be wearing a gown?”
“Nah, it’s art school, we have the hat things, whatever they’re called, but we just wear those and call it a day.”
Tom shrugs, pulling you down onto his lap, he leaves gentle kisses along your tattoos before applying the sunscreen to it, rubbing it into your skin.
“Ready to go?” You ask, about to move from your position on his lap.
He shakes his head and you frown, tilting your head curiously, “wha-,”
He kisses you, hands cupping your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. You swipe your tongue across his lips but he pulls back, “nuh uh.”
“What?”
“Lily is going to kill us, let’s go, I’ve got a special lady to cheer on.”
“Oh? Special?”
He nods as you reluctantly get off his lap, “she’s pretty great, I’ll have to introduce her to ya eventually.”
“Eventually,” you nod, pulling him out of your room. You grab your purse and your grad cap from the kitchen counter.
***
“Y/N, Y/L/N,” the dean of the college says and you grin as you walk on stage, shaking his hand and taking your diploma. The crowd is cheering and you definitely couldn’t seen Bryce, Tom or Adrien in it but you knew they were there. Cheering you on, somewhere.
The ceremony ended a little while after all the names were called and you all threw up your grad caps in the air, you felt cheesy doing it but here you were, a wide smile on your face as you tossed it up in the air with the rest of your class.
***
“So Tom, you’ve been acting since you were little?” Bryce asks as you all sit at the booth of a small diner near Tattoo Dice, the same shop you and Bryce got coffee at a little bit ago.
“Yes,” he nods, hand resting on your thigh.
“What’s your favorite thing you’ve ever acted in?” Adrien asks.
“I know people probably expect me to say the MCU and Spiderman but I quite enjoyed doing Billy Elliot when I was younger.”
“Would you ever do musical theater again? Or theater? Or will you stick to the big screen?”
“You know, I really loved theater, so who knows maybe I’ll make a musical theater revival. I’d haveta work on my voice first but yeah, maybe.”
“And your new movie comes out soon right? The new Spiderman?” Bryce asks.
“Yep, I start the press tour in like a week? Just about.”
“So you travel a lot?”
“Okay, let’s cool it with the 20 questions,” you laugh, “let’s not scare him away.”
“Oh I don’t scare easily,” Tom smiles, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your thigh.
This was the first time any of your hooks up or, you didn’t want to say this and jinx it, any of your boyfriends met Bryce and Adrien, the closest you’d ever come to actual parents.
Maybe Tom knew you were nervous, hell everything about you gave it away. Your leg was bouncing up and down, his hand didn’t stop your leg from moving, just rested it there, which was comforting.
“So, you own the shop is that right?” Tom asks, “and Adrien, you’re the shop’s piercer?”
“Yep, opened Tattoo Dice 19 years ago.”
“And Y/N will be, what’s it called, she’ll learn how to tattoo from you?”
“Yeah, she’ll be my apprentice, she’s going to get started on synthetic skin first, so she gets the feel of the tattoo needle, then she’ll learn basic health and safety of tattooing, stuff she’s already learned since she’s gotten so many tattoos and is the front desk attendant but she’ll get certified officially while apprenticing.”
“So it’s a lot of work huh?”
“She’ll be working hard but that’s what she’s always done so I’m not worried.”
“You’re too kind Bryce,” you say, blushing a little.
“I’ve got no doubt you’ll be fantastic,” Tom says, kissing your cheek.
“So, we start my training tomorrow?” You ask as the four of you stand outside the coffee shop. Tom had got you both a taxi back to your place, Bryce and Adrien would head back to their apartment above the shop.
“Actually, why don’t we start next Monday?”
“Monday? What will I do until then?”
“Relax? Have a little break? You’ve trained the person taking your place, you can still work your evening shifts if you want, but you don’t have to.”
“Gotta pay rent so yeah I think I’ll work this week.”
“Don’t be afraid to take some time off, relax, you deserve it.”
“I will, promise.” “Alright, there’s your taxi, get lost, and congrats kid,” Bryce says, pulling you into a hug. You relax in his arms, and laugh as Adrien hugs the both of you.
“Okay, okay, relax, rest, get lost,” you say, pushing out of their hug.
“Congrats,” Adrien says as you slip into the taxi with Tom.
“Congrats grad,” Tom says, lips gently kissing right below your ear.
“Cheeseball,” you say, his fingers intertwining with your own.  
“That does not sound tasty.”
“No it really doesn’t,” you laugh.
The ride back to your apartment was quiet, save for a few comments from Tom about the other driver’s here, how terrifying they all were, with little care for pedestrians or other cars.
“Guess that’s what it’s like in New York,” you shrug as Tom pays the taxi driver.
“So, nightcap?” He asks as you bring him up to your apartment.
“It’s like 6pm it’s way too early for a nightcap,” you laugh, “but I can, I can think of other things we can do to occupy our time.”
“Oh yeah? What did ya have in mind princess?” he asks, his mouth ghosting over your neck.
“Why don’t we go to my room and find out?”
“Your friend isn’t home?”
“Nah her and Lexi will be with their families and then at Lexi’s place, we’ve got a whole 500 square feet to ourselves.”
“You don’t even have a living room.”
“Hey, I’ve got a twin bed and a balcony that’s all I’ll ever need.”
“Whatever you say,” he sighs.
“Come here,” you say, pulling him close, lips meeting his.
You stumble back towards your room, fumbling with the door as Tom’s hands glide under your dress, gripping your ass.
“Missed your hands,” you say as he slaps your ass, your dress bunched at your waist as he pushes you down onto your bed.
You pull your dress over your head as you move up your bed, watching as Tom gets undressed.
You start to take off your bra but he stops you, hand wrapping around your wrist.
“Lemme undress you baby,” he says, straddling your hips and kissing up your stomach. He kisses the tops of your breasts before making his way back to your lips, leaving as many marks as he can on the way up.
“Tom, fuck,” you groan as his hands move to unclip your bra, tossing it to the side.
“Lemme make ya feel good princess,” he says before taking a nipple into his mouth, eyes watching your face contort in pleasure as his fingers play with the other one before switching sides. His hips grind down against yours and you so desperately wanted to get his underwear off, so you could feel him but you decided to be patient, decided it would be worth the wait.
He makes his way back down your body, fingers tugging down your panties, “practically dripping for me, you excited to see me or something?”
“As if you aren’t,” you huff, growing impatient as he breathes against you, so close to where you want him.
“Be patient for me, okay? Almost there,” he says, before kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, tugging you down so your legs are propped up on his shoulders.
You immediately moan at the sensation of his tongue against your clit, slowly lapping at it before moving to your entrance, licking through your folds.
“Fuck come on,” you groan, hands flying to his hair.
“Tug away baby, won’t give you what you want until you’re patient for me.”
You whine, hands tugging at him, frustrated, you lay your head against your bed and let him tease you.
He grins against you and you feel his finger push inside you, tongue making gentle strokes against your clit.
“Good girl,” he says, another finger pushing into you, he starts to pick up the pace, fucking you with his fingers in earnest.
“Fuck come on Tom, make me come,” you say, the knot in your stomach forming way too quickly.
His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently while fucking into you harder.
His teeth graze your clit and you come with a cry of his name, pulsing against him. His fingers slip out of you as he kisses your thighs, dropping them to the side of his shoulders.
“Missed you,” he says, kissing his way back up your body.
You’re still horny as fuck, you wanted him to get a move on so you grabbed his shoulders tugging him on top of you, “fuck me, please.”
“It’d be my pleasure,” Tom smiles, kissing you softly, too soft for what you’re about to do.
“Come on,” you say, reaching for your bedside table grabbing a condom from the drawer.
“Those been sitting there waiting for me?”
“I was getting ready for the end of May, gotta stock up.”
“So smart,” he says, pushing his underwear down his legs and tosses them to the side.
You rip open the condom and help him slide it down his cock, he groans as you jerk him off, kissing down your neck as he hikes your thigh up around his waist.
“Come on, fuck me,” you whimper as his cock rubs against your folds.
“This what you want princess?” He asks, bottoming out, smirking as you cry out his name.
“Let’s go,” you say, your hips moving up to grind against his.
“All yours tonight princess,” he says, one hand holding himself up while the other cups your face, kissing you as he begins to move.
Tonight wasn’t any less pleasurable than the night a few weeks ago, although the way he made you feel was very different.
He wasn’t any gentler with his thrusts, but his movement was more deliberate, more meaningful.
“Come on, make me come, baby,” you say, arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.
“Gotcha princess,” he says, hand moving between the two of you to rub your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.
“Yes, fuck, make me come around your cock, please,” you whine and his lips capture yours, swallowing your moans as you come.
His thrusts get faster and sloppier, your legs wrapped around his waist.
“Feel so, feel so fucking good,” he says, voice deeper.
“Come for me, please, wanna feel you Tommy,” you whine and he groans, face tucked into your neck as he comes, hips slowing to a stop.
“Wow,” you laugh as he pulls out of you, sitting up and taking the condom off.
“Still good?”
“Don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that.”
“Hmmm, three weeks? Give or take?” He asks, sticking his tongue out at you.
“Shut up,” you laugh, sitting up and kissing him. Something about the way he kissed you, it wasn’t needy like he would never see you again, but just his lips, soft and warm and against yours.
“Needa smoke, hop off me Holland,” you say against his lips and he nods, getting off the bed.
You open your closet grabbing two t-shirts and slipping one over your head, tossing the other one at Tom.
“The view from the balcony is really pretty, I’ll be right back,” you say, kissing his cheek before grabbing your panties.
You wink at him before going to the bathroom, peeing and splashing some water on your face. When you go back to your room you grab your smokes and lighter from your bedside table. You watch Tom lean against your small balcony railing, feet crossed and head tilted towards the sunset.
You grab sleep shorts and pull them up before stepping onto the balcony.
“Hey handsome,” you say, arms wrapping around his waist from behind, kissing his neck.
“Hey to you too,” he says, relaxing into your arms.
“Told ya the view is pretty,” you say, face tucked into his neck.
You feel Tom pause, unsure of his next words.
“My favorite is when it’s late out, not all the lights are off, obviously, it’s New York, but when most of them are off, past midnight usually, you can see all the stars in the sky.”
“We should do that,” he mumbles, hands resting over yours.
“Good idea,” you nod, unwrapping your arms and slipping next to him.
He watches as your black acrylics tap against the railing, one hand fiddling with your pack of cigarettes and lighter.
“What is it?”
“I should quit these things.”
“I mean, I’m not going to tell you no, but if that’s what you want, that’s what you should do.”
“Maybe I’ll get that juul or the gum or patch or whatever, cigarettes cost so fucking much anyways, gotta cut costs somewhere and I’d rather not live off of ramen and popcorn for the next few months.”
“Up to you,” he says, watching you get a cigarette and hold up your lighter.
“Tomorrow, tomorrow’s another day, I’ll finish off the rest of my cigarettes and then I’ll stop.”
Tom raises his eyebrows at you and you shake your head, “I’m not every other smoker who says they’ll quit tomorrow and then tomorrow becomes the next day and the next day and so on, never said I was gonna quit before. But I think, I don’t know, it’s stupid really.”
“No, go ahead, what is it?”
“I feel like I’m opening a new chapter, art school is done, I’m gonna be a tattoo artist soon, hopefully, and-,”
“And you’ve got me.”
“Hmmm?” you ask, turning towards him.
“I mean, if you want, I just, I figured, I’d like to be a part of this new chapter of your life.”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry, I- if you don’t wanna, I can do, it’s,”
“Tom?”
“Yes?”
“Will you, fuck, this is so dumb, do you want to be my boyfriend?”
“I uh, sort of already assumed we were, you know, an item. So yes. I’ll be your boyfriend.”
“Dork.”
Before you realize what you’re doing you’re hugging him, arms tight around his neck, body as close as you could be to him in this moment. His arms wrap around your back almost immediately after you hug him. You stay in each other’s arms, just breathing, for some amount of time, time with Tom felt all too quick but drawn out at the same time. But you also really needed to smoke. You pulled away from him and pull out a cigarette.  
“Let me,” He says, nodding towards the lighter in your hand.
You quirk your eyebrow at him, handing it over. He attempts to flick the lighter on a few times, biting his lip in concentration.
You put your thumb over his, showing him how to pull the safety tab down to spark the lighter.
The two of you stare at the small flame of your lighter between you, illuminating each of his freckles and each of your tattoos as the sun sets over the balcony.
“Here,” he says as you slip the cigarette between your lips. He holds the lighter to it and you nod when it’s lit, taking a drag before turning away from Tom and blowing the smoke out of your lungs.
“I had to smoke cigars, for a movie once, but I wasn’t very good at it.”
“Not something you want to be good at,” you laugh.
His hands wrap around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as you finish your cigarette.  
“What do ya wanna do tomorrow?”
“Hmm, you don’t have somewhere to run off to? Your press thingy, what’s it called? In Mexico?”
“That’s next week, I uhm I’ve got my hotel for the week. We can go there if you want. It’ll be like a staycation for you.”
“Stay here tonight.”
“Huh?”
“Stay at my place, tonight, there’s a little breakfast place I want to take you to, about a block from here. Only if you wanna.”
“Of course I wanna girlfriend.”
“Oh my god shut up,” you laugh, finishing your cigarette.
“Okay, can I call you princess?” He says, lips pressing against your neck.
“Of course,” you say, “call me something else too,” you grind back against him.
“Oh yeah?”
“Come inside,” you say, putting your cigarette out in the ashtray as Tom kisses down the back of your neck.
He pulls you back in, closing the balcony door. You drop your lighter and cigarettes on the bedside table.
His hands are quick to tug your shirt over your head, planting kisses down your chest, smirking at the marks he left earlier.
“Gonna be a good slut for me and suck my cock?” He asks, hand cupping your pussy.
“Please,” you groan as his palm gently rubs against your clothed clit.
He guides you to your knees, one hand firm on your shoulder while the other tugs off his shirt.
His hands pull your hair out of your face as you push down his underwear, hand wrapping around his cock.
“Go ahead, be a good slutty princess for me,” he says, not pushing your head down but just watching as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
You gently lick up and down his cock, before starting to bob your head, his hips start to move against you and you can’t tell if it’s deliberate or not but you moan when you choke around him, breathing deeply through your nose.
“Look so pretty down on your knees for me, gonna make me come like a good girl?”
You moan again, feeling him twitch in your mouth as you still, letting his hips do all the work.
“Such a good slut for me, fuck, gonna come in your mouth princess,” he groans, hips stilling with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
He comes with a groan of your name followed by princess, and you couldn’t help but smile as he helped you up. You fucking loved that nickname.
“Your turn,” he grins as you pull your panties down and off your legs, “do ya, do you still have mine from- from,” you try to finish your question but he’s pushing you down on the bed, one hand wrapping around your wrists and pinned them to the bed, the other running up and down your side.
“God princess I used those to jerk off so many times, had to wash them eventually, still kinda smell like you, I’ll need a new pair when I leave this week.”
“Don’t think that’ll be a problem,” you giggle as he leaves butterfly kisses against your cheek.
“What are you, what are you doing?” you laugh.
“Kissing you, duh,” he says, before his lips meet your hot skin.
“Go on, eat me out baby, please,” you whine, hips moving to meet his own.
“I’m going princess, relax for me okay?” he asks, hand leaving your wrists, which you keep above your head.
He makes his way down your body, kissing as his hands spread your legs wide, he situates himself between them, kissing along your thighs as his fingers slip into your pussy.
“Fuck Tom,” you groan. He quickly brings his lips to your entrance, licking and kissing and just making you feel everything. He brings you to orgasm with his lips wrapped around your clit and three fingers pressing against your sweet spot.
“Taste so good princess,” he says, fingers still moving slowly inside of you as he makes his way up to your face, kissing up. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips, arms wrapping around his neck.
***
“I would love to shower with you but my shower is lucky to fit one person, the mere idea of two people in this shower will break it,” you laugh as Tom brushes his teeth.
“Fine, guess I’ll just haveta watch you shower.”
“Okay perv,” you joke as you wait for the water to warm up.
He’s wearing the t-shirt you gave him earlier, he’s small enough that it fits well, the only part that stretches is the sleeves, his biceps bigger than your own.
Once you showered you dried your hair, about to walk back to your room with the towel wrapped around you.
“You don’t wanna watch me shower?”
“No you weirdo,” you laugh and you hear him laugh in return, stepping into the shower.
You sit on your bed, drying your hair as best you can. You tried to think about how this all came to be. When all you wanted was to hook up with someone during your trip to London. You never, ever would have expected this, not in a million years.
“Whatcha thinking about?” he asks from your door and you almost jump off your bed, heart racing.
“Shit, how long’ve you been standing there?” “Just got outta the shower, not as fun as if we were in there together, gonna haveta try that at my hotel.”
“I’d like that,” you say, “come here, help me put lotion on my tattoos.”
“What?”
“Lotion. Gotta moisturize them so they still look good in 50 years.”
“Didn’t know that.”
“Well of course you wouldn’t.”
“Actually,” he starts, pulling you up to stand with him.
“What?” you laugh as he sits down in your place, tugging your towel off and sitting you down between his legs, your back to his chest.
“I’ve got a tattoo.”
“What?! Where?” you ask, turning your head to look for a tattoo somewhere that for some reason you didn’t notice before.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Why would I laugh? I wanna see it!”
“Here,” he says, his leg moving to rest on top of yours as he points to the bottom of his foot.
“You- you got a, what is that, is that a spider?! On the bottom of your foot?” You’re trying your best not to laugh.
“Told ya you’d laugh, yes, I’ve got a spider, had to get it done over twice, it hurt like a bitch.”
“Why would you, why,” you start before giggling.
“Hush and let me lotion you up,” he says, dropping his leg.
“Why the bottom of your foot? That’s like such a bad place for a tattoo, it’ll never last!”
“Well that’s kinda why, and because I’m an actor. Don’t want tattoos to get in the way of my work.”
“What- other actors have tattoos. But you’re very brave for getting the bottom of your foot tattooed, that must be painful.”
“You’d never get the bottom of your foot tattooed?”
“Fuck no, you kidding? No thank you, that’s a no zone for me.”
“Mhm,” he hums as his hands rub the lotion into the skin of your upper back and arms, taking his time to catch every part of each of your tattoos.
“Making me sleepy,” you say as his hands move to massage your shoulders. “Then let’s sleep,” he says, kissing your cheek.
“Gotta get dressed,” you mumble.
“Meh, it’s hot in here, we can sleep naked.”
“How’re we gonna fit here again?”
“Here,” Tom says, pushing your comforter and sheets down, moving the two of you so he’s laying on his back and you’re on your side, practically on top of him.
“This is comfortable for you?” you ask, hand resting on his chest.
“Mhm, you good?”
“Very comfy,” you say, yawning as his hand runs up and down your arm.
“Goodnight princess.”
“Night baby,” you say as sleep overtakes you.
***
“So, you do this a lot?” He asks as you curl up at his side on the bench in Central Park.
“Only when I’ve got free time and it’s nice out, it’s the perfect day for it,” you say, opening your sketchpad to a new page.
“And you just find someone to draw?”
“Normally I draw some of the people who live here, sometimes people sitting on benches around us, like to people watch, ever done it?”
“I’m sorry, people watch?”
“Yeah, sit somewhere and just observe people in their natural habitat, it’s fascinating.”
“Whatever you say,” he laughs, arm around your shoulder.
“It’ll be worth it, promise.” “I don’t doubt that,” he nods as you look around.
There’s a man who was sleeping peacefully on the bench across from you and you glance over his features, your pencil starting to sketch on the page.
“Him?”
“Yep, I think I’ve sketched him before, he’s normally running around everywhere, asking people for hugs, so I only got a quick sketch of his face, but this’ll be perfect,” you say, drawing out the bench.
You can feel Tom’s eyes on your sketchbook as you draw and if it were anyone else you’d be uncomfortable, not wanting them to see anything but a final product. But with him it was different. You were okay with showing him bits and pieces of your life you kept hidden.
“If you were to get tattooed by anyone, who would you want to tattoo you?”
“Probably Ryan Ashley.” “Who’s that?”
“Famous tattoo artist, she’s the first female winner of Ink Master, sorta paving the way for female artists in the mainstream. She does these amazing realistic jewelry pieces, always sort of wanted a chest piece, I’ve been saving it on the very rare chance that she’d ever tattoo me,” you ramble as you start to sketch the outline of the man’s body.
“You wouldn’t want to get tattooed by me?” “Are you telling me you’ve tattooed someone before?” You feel him nod against your head and you gasp, “Tom, you’re just full of surprises huh?”
“Yep, tattooed a little spiderman spider on someone’s leg, he let’s celebrities tattoo him all the time.”
“Fucking jealous you’ve gotten the chance to tattoo someone before I have.”
“I can guarantee you’d be a million times better than me.”
“Hope so, I’ve put all my time and effort into working at Tattoo Dice, I hope it pays off, hope that I put art on people’s skin that they appreciate.”
“I believe in you,” he says, eyes watching as people walk past, feeling comforted by the fact that nobody knows he’s here, none of his fans or paparazzi will be looking for him. He can spend time with you in public without worrying about being stopped every few feet for an autograph or a photo.
Someone looked at the both of you as they walked past, eyes pausing on Tom, who was just wearing sunglasses.
“to hide my unruly brow,” he explained when he put them on this morning.
“Is that like your disguise?” you asked him.
“Course, now nobody can tell it’s me.”
“Sure baby,” you shrugged, blushing a little when his hand slipped down to hold your own as you left your apartment.
You felt him tense and you looked up, “What’s wrong?”
The person kept walking. “Nothing, was scared they noticed who I was,” he whispers as you relax back against him, working more on the arms of the man on the bench.
“But you’ve got your sunglasses on, you’re Clark Kent,” you say.
“Wrong universe,” Tom smirks.
“You know what I mean,” you poke his side before concentrating back on the sketch.
It had to be at least an hour when you were satisfied with how it looked, sitting up to brush away some eraser shavings.
“How’s it look?” You ask, looking up at Tom.
“Pretty damn good,” he says, grinning back at you.
The man on the bench wakes up with a start, grumbling to himself. You quickly rip the page off your sketchbook and get up.
“Want me to-,”
“I’m fine,” you tell Tom before moving the few feet to the man’s bench.
“Whaddya want?” He asks, voice rough.
“I uh, I’m an artist. Draw people, and well, here,” you say, awkwardly holding out the sketch of the man to him.
“What the- is this me? This is me! Wow,” the man says and your brows furrow with worry when his eyes start to tear up.
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask permission before drawing you, just looked so peaceful sleeping there and- oh!” You smile as he pulls you into a tight hug.
“This is, this is the best thing I’ve ever seen, I’ll keep it forever, and I mean that,” he says as he let’s you go.
“Well, I’m glad you like it, have a good day,” you smile as he picks up his backpack and shopping cart full of belongings.
“You too dear,” he smiles, wiping a tear from his eyes before walking away, holding the sketch tight to his chest.
You turn back to Tom, sure your face is lit up with a smile.
“You’ve done it yet again princess.”
“Huh?” you ask, sitting down next to him.
“You’re gonna change lives with that art of yours.”
“Sucha dork,” you giggle.
“Cm’ere, miss yer kiss,” he says, kissing you gently as his fingers intertwined with your own.
***
“Gonna miss you,” you mumble, face tucked into his shoulder as he hugs you.
“Already miss you.”
“Dork,” you giggle.
You were standing outside your apartment waiting for Tom’s taxi to take him to the airport.
“I wanna see the first tattoo you do okay?”
“Obviously, I’ll see if Adrien can video it for me.”
The taxi pulls up and Tom pulls you tighter against him, like he didn’t want to let go. And to be fair, neither did you.
“Okay, go before they charge you extra for making them wait.”
“Alright,” He says, kissing you, it wasn’t a soft sweet kiss, or a desperate I want you kiss. But a this is the last time I’ll see you for a little bit and I’ll miss you kiss. And honestly? You think you loved those kisses the most. You pulled away first.
“Get outta here Holland,” you say and he laughs, tossing his suitcase into the backseat with him. As the taxi drives away his hand presses against the window and he mouths “I’ll miss you.”
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