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The Back Seater and the Baker || Chapter 2 [Bob Floyd x f!OC]

Overview: Bob hasn't seen Haley Nichols since he was fifteen. But when Haley shows up out of the blue with one sentence that throws Bob for a loop – "I'm turning thirty in two weeks, are we still on?" – all of the feelings from their childhood return. Bob never thought that Haley would remember the marriage pact the two made when they were just kids, even if he never forgot. So what happens when Bob falls all over again for his childhood crush? And what will Bob do when he discovers the real reason she came back to capitalize on the pact is to secure her inheritance and save her bakery from bankruptcy? Will he believe Haley when she confesses that she loves him, too?

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC [Bakery owner Haley Nichols]

Tropes: Marriage pact

Chapter summary: Haley reminisces about how she met Bob as kids; Bob surprises Haley with an exhilarating first date; the two share a second first kiss

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol

Word count: 3.1K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here

You were nine the first time you laid eyes on Bob Floyd.

This time his family was new in town and he started three weeks into the fourth grade.

“Class, we have a new joiner.” Your teacher, Mrs. Pebbles, put her hands on Bob’s thin shoulders. “This is Robert Floyd, he’s just moved here from. Where are you from, sweetpea?”

Bob nudged the thick frames up his nose where they had slipped. “Mobile.”

“Alabama,” Mrs. Pebbles said. “OK honey, take a seat. Anywhere with a free desk.”

Even back then, Bob was nervous looking. Almost anxious for a child. He paused at the front of the class, worry creasing his tiny face, shoulders hunched under the weight of his blue Jansport backpack.

You looked up and smiled, eyes flicking to the empty desk to your left. Bob looked at you questioningly and you nodded. Finally, he started down the aisle, sliding into the empty seat near the window.

“I’m Haley,” you said softly as Mrs. Pebbles gathered a stack of papers at the front of the room and started handing out a sheet with math equations.

“Bob,” he whispered.

“Not Robert?”

“Not really.”

“OK,” you said, smiling. “You can eat lunch with me, if you want.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “I’ll meet you by the cafeteria doors after fourth period.”

Bob cocked his head to one side. Mrs. Pebbles was closing in on the two of you and class would resume soon. “Why are you being nice to me?”

“Everyone needs a friend,” you said quietly.

Later that day, Bob walked, hunched over, through the busy hallway toward the cafeteria. He didn’t expect much. He had moved before, he knew what it was like to be the new kid.

So when he looked up and saw you smiling at the cafeteria doors, his heart leapt in his chest.

He fell in love with you a little, then and there.

***

You learned that Bob had gone to school and then quickly enrolled in officer’s training and that he was something called a WSO. His family had never left Mount Pleasant. They still went to the Harris Teeter off of Long Grove Drive, and First Baptist by the waterfront.

Bob listened with rapt attention as you told him about your time in undergrad and then at Wharton. How you had graduated with a MBA and moved to New York, but felt unfulfilled, spending night after night at an investment banking office in FiDi until three in the morning. How the only thing that you had enjoyed was going home to your Tribeca studio and cooking in the early hours of the morning when the rest of the city slept. That after a year you quit your job and enrolled in culinary school, where you met Calvin, and that together the two of you had moved back to Charleston where you ran a bakery near King Street.

Before you realized, your plates had been cleared and your stomach was full but all you could remember were Bob’s piercing blue eyes as he watched you. You tossed your hands in the air, you had always been an animated talker, and he grinned. Suddenly you were fifteen again and somewhere deep in your stomach you felt a pang of guilt.

The waiter swept by and before you could reach out, Bob had slipped him a credit card.

“Hey,” you frowned. “Dinner was supposed to be on me, remember?”

“Absolutely not, darlin’,” he said and you felt an ache between your legs at how good the small glimpses of Bob’s accent were. “Been waiting a long time to take you out on a proper date.”

“I liked eating pralines by the water just as much as any expensive date.”

“I know you did,” Bob said softly. “That’s what I love about you.”

His words hovered in the air. Heavy. The waiter returned with the card folder and Bob busied himself signing the check. You watched his neat handwriting, the way his hand shook slightly as he put the pen down and smoothed the paper receipt.

Bob looked up. “Shall we?”

You nodded, standing up, Bob’s hand light against the small of your back as he guided you out of the restaurant into the dark street. Without thinking, you turned to him, slipping your hand into his. “I know I gave you a surprise, just showing up,” you whispered. “But I’m really glad I came.”

Bob smiled. “Me, too.”

“Doesn’t feel weird?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Somehow, no. I think a part of me always hoped one day you’d show up out of the blue and ask me to marry you.”

You laughed, head thrown back, and Bob grinned. His fingers were warm and solid in your hand. “I’d invite you over, but my hotel room isn’t very guest friendly.”

“I’m pretty tired, Peanut,” Bob admitted. “And we have a test flight in the morning. But what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, what are we doing?”

Bob’s eyes lit up. “I’ll text you where to meet me. Wear closed toe shoes.”

You squinted. “What?”

“Just go with it, darlin’,” he whispered and you felt goosebumps line your skin. Somewhere between 2007 and now, Bob had gotten sexy. There was a gravely nature to his voice, a dominance that hadn’t been there when the two of you were kids. He had filled out and even though you had yet to see him naked you just knew that there was muscle where before it had only been skin and bones.

You leaned in and grazed your lips against his cheek, kissing him softly. “See you tomorrow, Bobby.”

***

You frowned at the GPS. This couldn’t be right. You were at the gates of Top Gun. Two men in full military gear stood with guns outside the imposing gates as you drove your rental car up.

“Can we help you, miss?” the shorter one asked.

“I uh, I’m meeting someone.”

“Name?”

“Haley Nichols.”

“Their name.”

“Oh, crap, sorry it’s Bob Floyd. Robert Floyd.”

“Lieutenant Floyd.” He flicked through a page on his tablet. “That’s approved.” He nodded to the man next to him who pressed a button, opening the gate. “Have a nice day.”

“Thanks.” You drove through the gate slowly, in awe. You had wondered what Bob would do as an adult. He had always been math and science oriented as a kid. You had thought maybe a chemist, a physicist, a professor.

Never had you expected him to go into the navy.

You pulled the car into a parking lot and stepped out, shielding your face from the late afternoon sun with one hand. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a figure emerge from a large white hangar, in a green outfit. As he drew nearer, you realized it was Bob.

“Hey!” he said, slowing down his jog as he met you. Without even thinking, you tossed your arms around his neck, drawing him into a hug. He pulled back, smiling. “You ready?”

“For what?” you asked.

Bob grinned. “Time to suit up, darlin’.”

“I, what?”

He grabbed your hand, tugging you toward the white building. You couldn’t help but admire how he looked in his flight suit, hair combed back neatly, glasses perfectly balanced on his button nose. His hand was warm in yours and you followed him willingly into the shade of the hangar, out from the blinding sun.

Looking around, you felt small. Jets towered above you. It felt illegal standing so close to them, practically brushing against the metal bellies that you knew were lethal weapons in the air.

Bob smiled down at you. “Well?”

“I can’t believe this is your job,” you whispered softly, in awe. “It’s just not what I predicted for you.”

Bob squeezed your hand before letting it fall. “Come on, have a surprise for you.”

“Floyd!” A few people from the bar entered the hangar, all wearing matching green flight suits. You recognized the tall one with the scars on his jaw. Chicken or something similar.

“Rooster,” Bob said. “You remember Haley.”

“The fiance.” Rooster smiled down at you. “I remember. Nice to see you again.”

“Nice to see y’all.”

“Is it take your girlfriend to work day?” The familiar blond with perfect features grinned from the back of the group.

“Haley here is going on her first flight today,” Bob said and you looked up, astonished. He smiled widely. “Surprised?”

“Terrified,” you replied and Bob smoothed his hand over your back.

“You’ll do fine.”

“Are you taking me up?”

He shook his head and your face fell. “Phoenix is. I trust her more than anyone.” He leaned in closer. “I wouldn’t trust you with anyone else. I promise.”

“You’re Floyd’s girl, wouldn’t dare to try anything.” Phoenix appeared on the fringe of the group with a smirk. “Although I will say you look a lot like my ex-girlfriend, so no guarantees.”

Bob flushed and you laughed.

Phoenix handed you a flight suit and a helmet. “Bathroom is over there. Suit up babe, we’re heading up in a few.”

The flight suit felt uncomfortable as you followed Phoenix out to the jet on the runway. Bob stopped as Phoenix started to do checks on the plane. “You can say no,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to force you into anything. I just thought it might be fun.”

You gulped down your anxiety. “Can I talk to you on the headset?”

He nodded. “I’ll be up there with Rooster so you can talk to me the whole time, OK?”

You nodded and Bob leaned in, pressing his lips to your cheek, his fingers inching low on your back. “See you on the ground, Peanut.”

The moment you were in the skies, your stomach was in your throat but as soon as you and Phoenix penetrated the clouds, it lifted. “On your left,” Phoenix said into the mic and you looked over, Bob and Bradley’s jet hovering in the space next to you. Bob waved enthusiastically and you waved back, beaming. “Ready to roll?” she asked.

“What?”

“Hold on,” Phoenix said, and the next second you were flattened, the jet slicing through the air at speeds you had never imagined before. It was like being on a rollercoaster but also on LSD. You let out a little yelp.

“Doing OK, honey?” Bob’s voice was sweet in your ear. You had almost forgotten he was there.

“I think so,” you gasped.

“Phoenix, slow down,” Bob demanded.

Phoenix laughed. “She’s fine, Floyd. You’re alright, aren’t you Hales?”

You looked around. It was a layer of fluffy white clouds. In the jet next to you, even behind the helmet you could tell that Bob was worried. You nodded. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Bob pressed.

“She’s a big girl, Floyd,” Phoenix said, pushing the jet faster. “Hold on, pumpkin.”

The two of you shuttled forward into the abyss. After a few moments, you watched Bob’s jet catch up on your left. And suddenly, it wasn’t so scary anymore. There was an exhilaration. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. “Holy shit,” you whispered, completely forgetting the mic was turned on.

Phoenix laughed. “See, she’s having fun.”

“Peanut?” Bob’s voice over the mic was crinkly.

You turned to your left and grinned. “Remember the third grade when Keith Atwater said he could beat me in a foot race?”

Bob chuckled. “You wiped the floor with him.”

“Think Phoenix and I can beat the two of you that bad now?”

“Oh shit.” Rooster’s voice came over the mic. “I think we’re being challenged, Floyd. What do you say?”

“Sure about that honey?”

“She suggested it,” Phoenix said. “Or are you scared of losing, Floyd?”

Bob’s voice was velvet over the mic. “Peanut?”

“Be prepared to get your ass handed to you.”

Rooster and Phoenix laughed in unison. “Count us down, Peanut,” Bob said. “Two minutes, on the clock.”

“Losers buys the winners beer.”

“Three, two, one.”

You felt your head snap back as Phoenix kicked the plane forward, the two of you piercing through the air. You could barely see or breathe or think, and you had no idea how they did anything other than just fly when they were in the air, let alone make rational decisions, defend allies, action plans.

It was over before you even knew it, Phoenix whooping in the seat in front of you as Bob and Rooster pulled up on your left, shaking their heads.

“See you boys down there,” Phoenix said, dipping the nose of the jet gently toward land.

“Nice job, Nix.” Bob’s voice floated through your headset. “Guess I owe you a drink, Peanut.”

You grinned as Phoenix guided the plane down back to the runway. Once the jet had stopped, she opened the hatch and unclipped herself, turning around, helmet under her arm. “Listen, Floyd is my back seater. That means he trusts me with his life, and I trust him with mine.” Her gaze was hard. “I want to like you, Haley. Just don’t hurt him.”

You stood up. “I won’t.”

She nodded, climbing out of the jet and holding out a hand. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Bradley and Bob were down on the ground a moment later. You climbed out of the jet and down onto the ground, swiping your hair back from your face, waiting for the two to dismount. Bob climbed out first, bounding over and before you could even register the action in your mind you were reaching up, wrapping him in a hug. His arms came around your waist tightly, pulling you in closer. Once the two of you parted, you touched his sweaty face softly. “Best date ever.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. Bradley approached from behind, clapping Bob on the back. “Think we owe these ladies some drinks.”

“One drink,” Bob said, leading you back to the hangar, “but that’s it.”

You pouted. “One drink? That wasn’t the deal. I thought it was an all night offer.”

Bob’s hand was heavy on your back as he leaned in. “One drink because I want you to myself the rest of the night.”

You looked up at him with a grin.

***

Bob’s house was small and charming. You had seen only the kitchen and foyer that first night that you showed up. He drove you back in your car, leaving his truck at the base. You took a shower, emerging from the bathroom to find that Bob had laid out a pair of boxers and one of his old sweatshirts for you to wear on the bed.

When you emerged from the bedroom, Bob was standing in the living room with his flight suit tied around his waist, black t-shirt clinging to his abdomen. He spotted you and hung up the phone. “Perfect, thanks.” Bob slid the phone into his pocket. “I ordered a pizza, hope that’s OK. Thought we might want to stay in and all I have in the fridge is some old cheese and a decaying apple.”

“Pizza sounds great.” You wanted to step closer, tear the shirt from Bob’s sweaty muscles where it clung to him, feel the hardness of his abdomen beneath your fingertips. You were surprised at the level of attraction you had to Bob. Even after all this time. Even after everything.

“I’m going to shower,” he said softly. “Be right out, I promise.”

You nodded and Bob disappeared down the hall. He was only gone a minute when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out of your bag on the ground and groaned.

Peterson wedding wants to cancel the mini cupcake order. That’s $800. What should I do?

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, dialing Calvin. He picked up immediately. “No.”

“Well I know it’s a no, but how do I say no?”

“You just say no,” you repeated, pacing around the small living room. “They signed a contract. So they can either have the cupcakes or not, either way they’re paying the price.”

Calvin sighed. “Alright, fine, I’ll call bridezilla.”

“Thank you.” You slumped down onto the sofa.

“How’s it going?” he asked. “How’s the fake boyfriend?”

“His name is Bob,” you corrected. “And he’s actually amazing.”

“Oh sweetie.” Calvin’s voice was dripping with pity. “Don’t go falling in love with him. Did you tell him about Grandma Lee and the clause?”

“No,” you snapped, eyes wide, but the shower was still running. “And he’s not going to find out.”

“Everything bites you in the ass sooner or later.”

“He’s a good person,” you said gently. “Nice. Kind. Handsome.”

“Handsome? What does Mr. Perfect do?”

“He’s a Navy pilot.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You grinned. “You’d be in heaven. All of his friends are gorgeous.”

“If I didn’t have to make sixteen cakes tomorrow I’d be on the first flight to California.”

The water in the bathroom stopped. “Listen, Cal, I gotta run. Text me with any issues, OK?”

“You got it boss.” Calvin paused. Then, “And Haley?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s going to come out eventually,” he said. “So don’t get too attached.”

Bob walked out into the hallway, wet hair combed back neatly, wearing a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. You stood up, smiling. “Too late. I’ll talk to you later.” You ended the call.

“Everything OK?” Bob asked, crossing the room. He looked like he wanted to touch you, put a hand on your waist, slide his hand against yours. But he held back.

You nodded. “Yeah. You’re here, so everything is fine.”

Bob stepped closer. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body. It made your skin tingle with the sheer anticipation. “The last thing I expected was to open my door and find you,” he whispered, voice deep and sultry and it skimmed over your curves in waves. “And here you are, fifteen years later. Still the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Oh, Bobby,” you sighed.

“I mean it, Peanut,” he said and you knew he did. Truth was laced into every single world falling out of his mouth. “Not a day goes by where I didn’t wish that things could have been different. That you could have stayed. That we had tried harder to make things work. That I had tracked you down sooner.”

“Things happen for a reason,” you murmured, closing the gap between the two of you, looping your arms around Bob’s neck, his blue eyes glued on yours.

“Maybe.”

“I think this is our second chance,” you said as Bob’s fingers reached out, ghosting over your waist.

“I can't waste a second chance,” Bob said, leaning down, free hand cupping the back of your neck as his lips landed on yours, consuming you in a kiss that you felt might never end.

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kxkyuu · 2 years

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Uniforms: in which an individual is sexually aroused by uniforms

Synopsis: Uh oh. You’ve been pulled over by the police. How will you ever get out of this ticket? Oh? He’s hot and his uniform is so sexy on him though. Maybe you can fuck your way out of a ticket?

Warnings: bondage, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f revieiving), Cop!Byakuya, Fem!reader, outside ejaculation

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader

Minors, ageless/blank blogs DNI!!

Special tags: @sailewhoremoon and @sanomnjiro

Written for @nanami-n-nichole Uniforms away collab as well as my own Kinktober

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Your eyes widen at the flash of red and blue lights behind you as a curse left your lips. Gazing down at your speedometer, you saw that you were indeed speeding, but you knew that with your crappy job that you could not afford a speeding ticket. Turning on your blinker and slowing down, you pull over onto the shoulder of the road. Gripping your steering wheel tightly, you wait for the officer to come to our window.

Sucking in a breath when the black uniform clad male steps up to your car, delicate fingers rasping on the glass of your window, you roll it down. Putting a smile on your face, you look up at the officer and are blown away by how handsome he was. Ink black hair that falls down just short of his shoulders, piercing grey eyes that seem to look into your soul, perfectly chislted jawline and lips. He was so sexy and the uniform only enhanced his good looks.

Biting your lip, you open your lips to say, “Can I help you, officer.”

Byakuya arches a brow down at you as he points his pen down at you. “Do you know why I pulled you over, ma’am?”

“Uhm...” You pout your cherry chapstick coated lips as you pretend to not know the answer to his question. “No, I don’t. I’m just trying to get to work.” You lean over a bit to make your breasts spill over in your shirt more as your thighs rub together from the sound of his deep, rumbling voice.

The cop felt a twitch in his pants as he stole a glance at your tits. Feeling ashamed that he was letting something as simple as a little exposed skin get to him, Byakuya clears his throat. “You were doing 65 in a 45.”

You gasp like you didn't know that yourself. Your tongue comes out to wet your bottom lips, tasting the cherry chapstick covering it. “Oh no.” You whine out, looking up at him through your lashes like a hurt puppy. You knew that you couldn’t afford to pay off a ticket. So you will try your damnedest to flirt with this cop to get out of it. “Is there any way I can get out of you giving me a ticket, Mister officer?” You wiggle your breasts again, noticing how he looked down at them the first time.

Byakuya swallows dryly as he fights back his more corrupt and carnal desires. You were making it so hard for him to not take advantage of the situation. He had caught you speeding on one of the back roads where rarely anyone comes down and the flimsy little white skirt and pink tennis shirt you were wearing did nothing to hide your body.

He places his hands on top of your car, leaning down into your window to face you. Byauya knew that you would be his undoing when your perfume hit his nose. It was light and floral; like cherry blossoms. A soft groan left him as his eyes closed, he was fighting a losing battle between his dick and his brain. “What can you do for me?”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t actually thought he would take you up on your offer. Rubbing your thighs together at the thought of having this handsome cop underneath you, you bit your lip. “Anything you want, sir.” You reply, unlocking your door when he motioned for you to do so. When he opens your door, you step out of your seat.

Byakuya has you turn around to face the door of your car. “Hands on the vehicle. I need to make sure you’re not carrying a weapon.” He places his hands on your waist, squeezing the flesh gently before sliding them upward. His palms glide over your breasts and he heard the way your breath hitches in your throat. “What was that? This is only a body search. Quiet down.”

Squirming a bit when he pinches your nipple through your bra, rolling them carefully between his fingers. You couldn’t stop the moan from leaving you when his feet kicked your legs apart and one of his hands slipped between your thighs. His deft fingers rub circles over your clothed clit. “Oh, fuck...” You whisper.

“Hmm...seems like you’re resisting.” You hear the clink of metal as he grabs your arms in one hand and places his handcuffs on them. He then returns his hand back to your breast, sliding it under your shirt as the fingers of his other hand pushes that thin strip of fabric to the side. Byakuya sinks two of his slim fingers inside your warm heat. “Gotta make sure you’re not hiding anything in here.” He thrusts in slowly, methodical, each one well timed to make you cry out as he stroked through your gummy walls.

Byakuya showed you little to no mercy as he fucks you with just his fingers. Your fingers dig into your palms as you struggle to stand on your shaking legs. Each time you would buckle, he would grab the cuffs and make you stand back up straight. “Stand up.” He orders, his tone leaving no room for objection. “Your full body search is not over yet.”

He increases the pace of his fingers, adding a third to stretch you out thoroughly. Your voice comes out in a chorus of moans as you grab the roof of yoru car, pushing back against his hands so that he would continuously rub against that spongy sweet spot he found earlier. “Oh, fuck...oh god...mmm...’m g’nna cum.”

“Byakuya.” He said simply. “Officer Byakuya Kuchiki.”

You moan out his name in broken bits as he brought you to your first climax with just his fingers. Your thighs trembled and shook as your chest heaved from the intense orgasm he’d just given you. As you try to catch your breath, you feel him slide your panties down your legs as he bunches your skirt up over your hips. “Bya...” You couldn’t finish your question as he went down to his knees and licked a wet stripe through your glistening folds.

He spreads your cheeks as he licks your pussy from the back. “It would seem that I need to thoroughly search you.” His tongue probes at your drooling slit, your slick coating it in its sweetness. Byakuya smacks his hands against your ass when you wiggle, trying to get away from his quick lashes. “Stop resisting.” He slurps on your pussy, tip of his tongue teasing your puffy lttle clit.

“Byakuya, sir, m’g’nna cum. Please?” You look at him over your shoulder, tears brimming in your eyes. The lewd sounds of him sucking on your cunt from behind rang in your ears. You could feel that white hot coil of heat burning low in your belly, tightening to the point of snapping. “I need...” You didn’t get to finish as Byakuya pushed two fingers back inside, thrusting in and out at such a quick pace. The bread snapped and you creamed on his tongue and fingers.

Slowing down his fingers, he pulled away and licked at the fluid that coats his chin. Byakuya unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down just enough to free his hard cock. Spinning you around, the cop quickly picks you up and carries you over to the hood of your car. Laying you back, he lines up with your dripping hole. “Ready for inspection?”

You could only nod dumbly as he grabbed the cuffs’ chain and pulled you down onto his awaiting dick. A moan rises up as he stretches you out as he starts thrusting at a leisurely pace. Your tits bounces in the tight pink shirt from the force of each deep well timed snap of his hips. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Feels so good.”

Heavy balls smack against the curve of your ass as Byakuya fucks into faster, his belt bukle hitting the side of your car in a rhythmic motion. One hand stays clenched around the cuffs on your wrists while the other grips your hip as he pressed your knees to your chest, stroking deeper into your warm, gushing cunt. “You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you. Letting me fuck you to get out a simple speeding ticket?” He taunts as he moves his hand from the cuffs to your puffy little clit.

You clench down tighter on his when he touches that little bundle of nerves. “Oh fuck!” You scream out, cunt spasming around his length. You could feel your high quickly building back up as you claw at the restraints he has around your wrists. You wanted to hold him closer and kiss him but he tied you up so you couldn’t do that. “Please? Want a kiss, Byakuya. Just one.”

Byakuya stops thrusting at your request. This was supposed to be a simple romp. An escape from his harsh mentality. His grey eyes flicker down to your parted lips, studying the curve of them and how plump and inviting they looked. Throwing his rules and morals out for a second, Byajuya gave into his desres. Leaning over you, he places his lips against yours in a slow kiss as he resumes thrusting deeply into your sloppy cunt.

Whimpering against his mouth, you feel your second oragsm approaching quickly. Moving your cuffed hands up to cup his face in your fingers, that tight ball of heat in your lower belly snaps and you cum hard around his cock. Your moans turn into whines as he kept fucking you through your high. But you didn’t dare break away from his kiss because you knew as soon as you did, the intimacy between you would fade away.

Feeling your cream around his dick, your juices gushing out with each thrust he gave your dripping cunt made his balls tighten up. Byakuya breaks away from the kiss to stare down into your eyes. He was nearing his own end, his cock twitching with your gummy walls. He thursts became sloopier as his hips snap into yours. “Fuck...” he curses lowly. He didn’t want to pull out, but the cop knew that he should. “Pussy trying to milk my cock. Such a greedy thing, I see.”

You desperately wanted him to cum inside. You needed to feel his hot seed filling yout pussy; to feel it drip out of you. You open your mouth to beg him not to pull out, but it morphs into a whimper when he was already slipping out of spasming walls. “No...” You whisper, watching him fist his dick in his hands until his warm cum spills on your belly. “Such a waste...” you whine out as you scoop it up on your fingers and bring it up to your mouth.

Byakuya rubs his cock over your mound for a few seconds to gather himself and to make sure that all his seed is spent. Grabbing the keys to remove the handcuffs from your wrists and pulling up his pants to tuck his softening cock back inside, he says, “You’re free to go.” As he begins to walk back to his squad car, he looks at you over his shoulder. “And I wasn’t even going to give you a ticket. Just a warning.”

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JOHN TYLER •President Without a Party: The Life of John Tyler by Christopher J. Leahy (BOOK | KINDLE) •John Tyler: The Accidental President by Edward P. Crapol (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •And Tyler Too: A Biography of John & Julia Gardiner Tyler by Robert Seager II (BOOK)

JAMES K. POLK •Polk: The Man Who Transformed the Presidency and America by Walter R. Borneman (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •A Country of Vast Designs: James K. Polk, the Mexican War, and the Conquest of the American Continent by Robert W. Merry (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •James K. Polk and His Time: Essays at the Conclusion of the Polk Project edited by Michael David Cohen (BOOK)

ZACHARY TAYLOR •Zachary Taylor: Soldier, Planter, Statesman of the Old Southwest by K. Jack Bauer (BOOK) •Zachary Taylor: Soldier of the Republic by Holman Hamilton (BOOK | KINDLE) •Zachary Taylor: Soldier in the White House by Holman Hamilton (BOOK | KINDLE)

MILLARD FILLMORE •Millard Fillmore: Biography of a President by Robert J. Rayback (BOOK | KINDLE) •Millard Fillmore by Robert J. Scarry (BOOK | KINDLE)

FRANKLIN PIERCE •Franklin Pierce: New Hampshire's Favorite Son by Peter A. Wallner (BOOK) •Franklin Pierce: Martyr for the Union by Peter A. Wallner (BOOK) •Franklin Pierce: Young History of the Granite Hills by Roy Franklin Nichols (BOOK)

JAMES BUCHANAN •Worst. President. Ever.: James Buchanan, the POTUS Rating Game, and the Legacy of the Least of the Lesser Presidents by Robert Strauss (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •Bosom Friends: The Intimate World of James Buchanan and William Rufus King by Thomas J. Balcerski (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •The Worst President: The Story of James Buchanan by Garry Boulard (BOOK | KINDLE)

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Barbara Nichols-George Macraedy "Humanoides asesinos" (The human duplicators) 1965, de Hugo Grimaldi, Arthur C. Pierce.

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Vanilla Brown Pound

Tory Nichols x Black! Reader

Stud! Reader

Smutt~

Tory had Been Having a Pretty Rough Week, Between The Karate War and Multiple Jobs She'd Had Little Time to Spend With you. But She Looked Forward to Going back to school, You'd Both Missed EachOthers and she Constantly Texted you whenever she had the Time.

You Both Skips Class at the First given Opportunity, Splitting off to a Handicap Bathroom. She Shoved you into the Wall and the two of you Finally Locked Lips, She Moaned Happy in your Mouth before Finally pulling away.

"I Missed you~"

"I Can See that babe" You Wrapped your arms around her waist and Pulled her Close, She Played with your Short Locs and Smiled." How's your first day back?" Tory Shrugged letting out a Frustrated Sigh."Larusso's already Giving me Shit, You know her Fuckin' Mom showed up to me Job and got me Fired?"

"Fuck, Do you Need Help? I can Come up with the Cash-"

"No! no...I'm Fine, I just want you" You Smiled Pulling her in For another Kiss. She Moaned a bit as she Felt your Tongue Piercing."When's your Next Day Off? Let me take you out" She Huffed Shrugging, We Can Chill Tonight After my Shift"

"Good! I Got something I've been meaning show you" You gave her another Small Peck Before you Both Exited the Stall, You walked her back to Class Before returning to your own. After School you Returned Home to a Quiet Home. You'd Done Everything you could While Waiting for you Loving Girlfriend to get off Work.

Homework, YouTube, Hell you'd Even Read a Comic you'd Gotten from Demetri. But as it Grew late, you Looked out your window to reveal Darkness. You Huffed Before Grabbing your Phone Once again, you heard a Knock Before your Bedroom door Opened."Y/n? Your Friend is here" Your Little Brother Pecked his Head into the Room.

"Thanks Kenny"

You Walked past the Young man to the Front Door Revealing Yours Girlfriend...Still in her Work Clothes."I'm so Sorry Y/n, They Kept me Later than I thought" You Smiled Pulling her into a Hug."Its ok Hun, Id Rather Not go out on a School Night." You Pulled her inside Quietly Walkin' Her back to Her Room."Do you want some Clothes? You are Staying the Night Yes?" She Nodded Throwing herself onto your Bed, a Sigh of Relief Came from the Young woman as she Snuggled into your Pillows."Ugh I think I Missed your Bed More than You" You Chuckled Tossing her a Big Shirt from your Closet."I wouldn't Blame you, We've got Good memories in this thing~"

She Quickly Strip from her Uniform And Tossed them at the end of you Bed. You'd Changed your Tv from whatever you'd previously Been Watching, To a Shared Playlist the two of you had Made. You Smiled when you Look back to see her In nothing more than your Shirt and panties.

"Didn't you have something you wanted to show me?~" She Hopped back into your bed waiting for your Response."Uh yeah, But i don't Think your Ready" you Teased and She Almost Immediately straightened herself up."Oh Come on, you Seemed so Happy to show me. You know I can Take it!" She Said In a Defense State, She'd almost seemed offended By your Statement."Mm~ I don't know, it's pretty Big. I doubt you can Take it~" You Were Shocked when you pulled you into bed and trapped you Under her.

"Tell. me." You Groaned as she started to Grind against you, Tory Branded a Cocky Smile Watching your Dominant demeanor Slipping."Shit! My nightstand it's in my Nightstand" You Huffed out Holding her Hips still, You Watched She Leaned over you to the drawers and you Watch her Eyes Light up, and a light Tent appeared on her Cheeks.

"You Dirty Dog~" she pulled off your lap pulling out a Strap-on, a Rather Big one."You said we a Bigger one, So?" She gave a Horny smile Before getting off the Bed."I wanna See it On you~" you got up an as you went to toy on she quickly grabbed your Hand.

"Naked."

She Bit her Lip watching you Strip out of you Clothes an Once You'd Strapped the Toy to yours Waist, Her Face turned Red When You Turned around, The Toy Standing at attention."Fuck you Look Hot~" She Lifted her Hips pulling off her panties.

"Let's Give it a Test Run Shall We?~"

You Nodded Pulling her By the ankle to the Edge of your Bed, You Bring your hand to Her Cunt Where She immediately Soaked your Fingers."Fuck No Lube i Take it?" She Spread her legs Giving you more access to her Dripping Cunt. You Wrapped your Arms around her Thighs Rubbing the Dick between her soaked Folds, She Whimpered as he Teased her more nearly Missing her hole and Nudging her Clit. She Played with her Nibbles threw your Oversized shirt Letting out soft moans as you Soaked the toy in your Juices.

"Ready Mama's?~"

"I was Ready 5 minutes ago you Tease" She Huffed out Already Tired, You giggled Before Grabbing her Hips and slowly pushing into her Heated Mound. She'd Grabbed at your Shoulders Digging her Nails in as Slide Deeper Inside, She found Comfort in your Gently Kisses to her neck. Once you'd Fully Seated the Toy into her Cunt, she was Clinging to you For Dear Life as you Massaged at her Hips."You Good?" You Whisper Nibbling at her Neck and Ear, She Let out a Strained Hum Wrapping her legs around your Waist Tightly."Yea Just Full~"

You Pulled slowly Thrusted inside her, as she Clung and Scratched at your Naked Back her Moans Filled you Ears as you Fucked her at a steady Pace,Your Pierced Nipples Rubbed against her Clothed Ones."Fuck Give it to be Baby,Harder!~" She let her hands grasp a your Dreads as you Plowed Her Deep."Fuck, Fuck I'm Gonna Cum!~"

You Were Rewarded Her Release as she Squirted on you and the toy."Damn, Tory that Didn't take you Long at all~" you Pulled the Dick from her Pussy, and she twitched slowly Pulling off. You unstrapped letting out a Sigh of Relief as the Cold Air Hit your Warm and Throbbing Clit, an the Toy itself was pretty soaked from Tory."Your telling me? You look pretty Excited over there as well~"

You'd Usually Didn't Focus Much on you own Pleasure, Mostly just Pleasing Tory, knowing that you make her Feel this Good." I'm good Baby, I know your Tired-"

"BullShit Get Back Over Here" She Slowly Sat up hissing at the Throbbing between her legs."Tory you've been working your ass-"

"Here. Now." Your Cheeks Warmed an you slowly Nuzzles into her Embrace, You Laid side to side and you Jerked When Both of you Wet Pussy's Touched.You Both Laid Legs Tangled and Face to Face, Tory Held you Waist Close to yours, Grind Both of your Clits.She pulled you into a Kiss as you Arched into her an let your Hands Roam Under Her Shirt.

You Grasped and Played with her Boobs Making her Moan into your mouth an Playing with your Pierced Tongue. You Two Grinded into each other Chasing your Orgasms."God~ it's so Fuckin' Wet~" She Giggled and lifted your legs to her Waist, softly Humping at you clit More.

You Let out a Quiet Sob as you Scissored Both your Wet Pussy's an you Shivered Making Tory Smirk."Got your Legs Shaking already My Love?~" you couldn't respond as she sped up."Fuck! Fuck Tory!~" You Two Seemed to move in Sync as you Cum Mixing you Juices as Tory Follows Close Behind."See, Now we can Both Rest Easy~" she pants out and you pulled up your Covers and you Both fell to Sleep Cuddling EachOther Close.

Cobra Kai 🐍

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