#with some wiggle room to spare and that lil bit of stretch helps too!

[smashwolfen]

Bad day at work turned into best bang to the weekend everrr!!!!!

THE DIAMOND CLAN AND PEARL CLAN SWEATERS I PRE ORDERED HAVE FINALLY ARRIVEDDDDDDDD AAAAAAAAA!!!!(featuring my fur baby Soshi~!)

They're super silky and smooth and fit amazingly!!! Perfect for lazy cool lounging at home and sporting them when walking around on the chillier spring days we got going on in Canada at the moment! And pocket is good, very good! I know my phone won't slip out easily in it! I'M SO EXCITED THEY MADE IT YAAAAY!!!! XD

These were made by the lovely @cecilioque and the designs are done amazingly! Pokemon Center WISHES they jumped on this opportunity to make clan hoodies!! You beat them to it and did very very well! Thank you very very much for making these avaliable, I will wear them with care~! ;w;

[doctorgerth]

a/n: W H A T coop has actually participated in a writing event?? Who is she?? Haha here I am just sharing a small lil something for Sea’s Naughty and Nice Challenge Event. Thank you for hosting such a wonderful event! Even though this is a simple piece, it was nice to stretch my creativity a little bit and write something that wasn’t request-related! I also decided to do something a lil different? I’m often far too indecisive to pick characters to write for, so I left the male character entirely up to your imagination! One Piece of course. Feel free to comment and tell me who you imagined while reading this, I’m very curious. :-)

warnings: none

prompt: (Nice) Person A falls asleep in front of the fireplace, and Person B decides to grab a blanket and snuggle up next to them

@quirkyseastone​

Warm Blessings

Word Count: ~770

   “It’s going to be a cold night.”

   You called out from the kitchen. Hardly expecting a response, you continued to hum to yourself as you finished drying the dishes you had washed after tonight’s dinner. Your belly was full, and the delicate snowfall outside paired with the mundane chore had your eyes weighing heavy. The only thing keeping you conscious was the cold tiles under your bare feet.

   After drying the last dish and placing it haphazardly into a cabinet, you carried yourself into the living room where you had last seen your lover. The crackling of the fire was inviting, and you couldn’t help but stare into it as you meandered through the room over to the couch where you had seen his head peeking above.

   “Honey?” You called out again, and as you rounded the corner, your heart swelled in your chest.

    With his knees tucked in and arms crossed tightly over his chest, you finally realized that you had been talking to yourself all along. He was fast asleep, and his heavy breathing signaled that he probably had been for quite some time. Before you had a chance to register anything else, you couldn’t help but admire how he glowed in the light of the fire; the shadows of the comforting flames dancing along his exposed skin. If his mouth wasn’t slightly agape, with a little drool dribbling out, you could’ve sworn an angel had graced your presence. In all actuality, he still looked quite angelic as you reached out to touch him, seeking to confirm his nearly perfect existence.

   He shivered with a low whine, bringing you out of your adoring thoughts. You smiled as you tiptoed by him, then hurried up the stairs to grab your spare blanket. You quickly changed into your pajamas, something thick to prepare you for the cold night, and remembered to put socks on your icy feet. From the closet, you retrieved the fuzzy blanket that was your favorite to wrap in during nights like these. The perfect blanket for cuddles, you always said, much to his amusement.

   You hurried down the stairs like a child on Christmas morning. Though you were all but too excited as your fuzzy socks made you slide against the wooden staircase, virtually losing your footing and tripping down the rest of the way. You caught yourself with an audible gasp, then quickly covered your mouth, praying that you hadn’t disturbed him. Once you recollected yourself with a few mumbled curses, you quietly padded over to him once more, sighing in relief once noticing he hadn’t even moved an inch.

   Settling yourself onto the couch, you tucked yourself into his side and draped the two of you with the blanket. Almost instantly, your lover stretched into you, pushing you back further along the couch as he worked in a languid manner to get himself comfortable. You couldn’t help but chuckle as he continuously struggled and wriggled against you, until finally laying his head along your chest and stretching his long legs outward towards the warmth of the fire. His toes wiggled as they poked out from under the blanket.  

   “Comfortable?” You whispered as your fingers threaded through his hair.

   “Mmm.” He hummed lightly with the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips.

   With warm blessings from the fire, the blanket, and your lover combined, your body finally relaxed and sleep easily tempted to claim you. You continued to play with his soft hair, toying with the strands until his heavy breathing returned and his body fully relaxed against you. The weight of him brought forth a familiar sense of security. He felt so sturdy against you, yet in times like these, he also felt incredibly soft. 

   He’d undoubtedly be embarrassed if you ever referred to him as such. Considering his chosen lifestyle, he was far from soft or delicate. The sea, most especially the Grand Line, was an unforgiving place after all, and with rising tensions between pirates, the Marines, and the World Government, you couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him so placid. No wonder he was so exhausted. 

   Seeing him in this tranquil state, you were thankful you had planned this little getaway for yourselves. Though he always kept you safe, it was nice to have a moment like this where you held him in your arms, ensuring his safety within your embrace. As the crackling of the fire and his soft snoring filled your ears, you drifted off to a peaceful slumber, holding him snug against you, thankful you’d get to keep him just like this, all to yourself, for a few days more. 

[kpopblurbs]

1:48am

Pairing: Changbin/Reader Word Count: 1.2k Tags: Incubus Changbin, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Choking, Dirty Talk, a lil bit of degradation, dom!Changbin, sub!Reader, Female Reader A/N: I finished this literally just now so I could get yall some good good valentines day content before I go to work Smutmas Masterlist AO3 Link

Changbin never stuck to a schedule for his visits, not that you expected him to of course, but schedule would’ve been nice. He liked to appear when you least expected it, showing up in your room whenever he felt like it. As it was, you found it a bit hard to get used to having semi-regular meetings with an incubus.

The first time he had shown himself to you, you had been alone in your room. The sudden appearance of the demon definitely scared you but he was quick to calm your nerves, something about him made you want to trust him. That night he had been gentle, like he was just getting you used to the idea of being with him. Over time, he introduced new things, little kinks that you had been fantasizing about for awhile, it was like he knew your deepest darkest fantasies but took his time making them a reality.

That was how you found yourself in your current situation, naked on your knees on the bed with your face pressed into the mattress and your hands tied tightly behind your back. You felt him rub his hand across your ass soothingly before pulling his hand away and bringing it back down hard making you jolt and cry out. Your hands clenched into fists as you braced yourself for the next hit that you knew was coming. When it didn’t come right away you relaxed ever so slightly and as soon as you did, Changbin landed the next hit on the other side. Immediately he landed 4 more hits in quick succession alternating sides each time before stopping to rub his hand across your ass again.

You let out a whimper as you pushed back into his hand making him chuckle darkly, “Need more, kitten?” he asked.

“Please, Daddy,” you whined.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said before landing another hit on your ass, this one hard enough to make tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You clenched your hands harder, nails digging into your palm as he landed a few more hits at the same intensity before seemingly deciding that was enough. He brought both hands to your ass, palming at it and squeezing it making you squirm. “What would you like me to do next, kitten?” he asked lowly.

“Anything, Daddy, please,” you responded.

He chuckled, “Good girl,” he said softly before moving back from you ever so slightly. You whined when you felt his hands leave you, wiggling slightly to try and get his attention. He brought a hand down sharply on your ass, “Be patient, slut, or you won’t get anything,” he said. You pouted but obeyed, relaxing into your position as best you could while you waited for his next move.

After what felt like ages you felt him behind you again, his hands came up to grip your hips tightly, tugging you back towards him slightly. “You’re gonna be good for me, right, let me use you however I want?” he asked.

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, wiggling around slightly as you let out a soft, “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good little slut.” he said, you felt him shift behind you, your position not allowing you to see what was happening without moving around and you were too determined to be good to do that. So you waited, bracing yourself for whatever he was planning.

Luckily, he didn’t make you wait long as you felt his dick pressing at your entrance. You cried out as he sunk into you quickly, stilling only when he was fully buried inside. You appreciated the chance to adjust to the intrusion as the sudden stretch had verged on the edge of painful. He hunched over you, his chest pressed to your back leaving your arms squished between you. His grip was still tight on your hips as he kept himself still, you adjusted to his size quickly enough while you waited for him to start moving.

You began to get impatient with his stillness, letting out a whine and wiggling around underneath him. “What’d I say, kitten?” he asked, still not moving much to your disappointment.

“Be patient?” you offered, hoping you remembered correctly.

“That’s right, so are you gonna be patient?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry,” you responded softly.

“Good girl,” he praised you, you tried to ignore the ache in your gut as you waited for him to take mercy on you and begin moving.

Finally, you felt him begin to slowly pull out before roughly thrusting back into, setting a quick pace that had you crying out loudly. His grip on your hips was so tight you were sure it would bruise though you couldn’t find it in you to care at that point. All of your focus was on the way he was pounding into you roughly, you were moaning loudly and you could hear him letting out an occasional grunt.

He stopped for just a second making you whine while he moved one hand from your hip. He leaned back so he was sitting up before moving his hand up to wrap around your throat and tug you up with him. His hand around your throat squeezed just enough to make it difficult for you to breathe as he resumed his pace. The combination of sensations brought you to the edge quickly, squeaking out a “C-Can I?” as your orgasm got closer.

“Go ahead, Kitten, cum for me,” he instructed. You did so with a loud cry, he released your throat as you came, the sudden rush of oxygen pushing you into a further state of bliss. You clenched around him as he continued his quick pace, not slowing down slightly as he pushed you back down, pressing your face into the mattress once again as he continued to use you. You felt another orgasm creeping up quickly, at the same time his thrusts began to get sloppier indicating that he was close. “Can you cum one more time for me, Kitten?” he asked and you whined, doing your best to nod in response.

“C’mon, Kitten, do it,” he grunted out, it only took a couple more thrusts from him before your second orgasm hit you hard. You cried out loudly, clenching around him and sending him over the edge with you. He thrusted into you shallowly a few more times, working the both of you through your orgasms before finally pulling out.

He undid the rope around your wrists, letting you relax on the mattress your body still trembling slightly from your high. He sat next to you, running one hand through your hair soothingly, “You’re so good for me, Kitten,” he cooed. You looked up at him, his eyes were still glowing red from his orgasm as you smiled lazily up at him.

“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” you asked knowing that he would normally be leaving around now.

He looked down at his wrist like he was checking a watch though there was nothing there, “I suppose I can spare some time for my favorite pet,” he said softly.

You smiled before getting yourself comfortable in bed, pulling the blankets tight around you while he sat next to you. “Yknow,” you said, your eyes closed a soft smile on your face, “For a demon, you’re pretty nice.”

He chuckled, “Don’t tell anyone, I have a reputation to uphold.”

You giggled in response before letting yourself relax fully as he began to run his fingers through your hair again.

[koala-soap]

| Big People School |

Woo, the first request on this blog! I love this idea, and ya’ll know I can’t resist a little sister request. Thanks for your lovely request and I hope it suffices  xx

This is very long, but who’s complaining, right? It’s chock-a-block full of fluff.

Story below.

“Psst... [Name].” Todoroki’s quiet voice soothingly wakes you, his hand patting your teeny shoulder under the blanket. He watches you open your eyes, stretch your limbs until you became the shape of a starfish and yawn up at him. Your blankets were a mess, but he fixed them as he used a hand to help you sit up. “Morning, sleepy.” he smiles a tad.

“Morning...” You sleepily reply with another yawn, rubbing your little eyes and grumbling when your older brother picks you up. Your cheek squished up against his shoulder and you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulder, struggling to keep your eyes open. You rocked around for a bit as he bent down to tuck your sheets in and fix your couple teddies. 

“Hey, where’s your Mister Giraffe?” He quietly questions with a quirked brow, walking around the bed to try find the small giraffe teddy. He knew he was one of your favorites, so when he heard an adorable little gasp and felt your head lift, he wasn’t surprised.

Your face was full of worry and you wiggled around in his arm. “Mister Giraffe is missing?” You pout.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find him.” Your brother smiles, and pats your back gently while walking over to your drawers to get your clothes ready. He pulls out the top one, and pokes around for a suitable outfit for kindergarten. “Bunnies or frogs, sweet?”

“Bunnies!“

Most of your clothes had little bunnies or frogs on them, because they were your favorites.He picked out a long sleeved jumper with tiny bunny print and little denim shorts.

He placed you on the ground as carefully as he could, and smiled when he gently pulled your fist away from your red eye. “Come on, now, stop. Your going to dent your eye in if you don’t stop rubbing it.” He was still talking quietly, because Enji was sleeping in the room next door.

You eyes were still closed and your mouth was still drooling while he helped you step into your shorts and pull the jumper over your head. Of course, he didn’t forget the rainbow striped stockings you always wore. It was weird, but everyone knew that the girl with the rainbow stocking was [Name] Todoroki.

After you had your white velcro shoes on, he did his best to tie your fluffy white hair into a ponytail and make it look decent. He was pretty good at it.

“Here, sweetheart.” Shouto places a plate of toast with peanut butter and sprinkles on it onto the dining table, but he looks around for you since you weren’t at any of the chairs. “[Name]?“

He ended up finding you in the hallway calling out for Mister Giraffe with a plate full of chocolate biscuits on it. Apparently chocolate biscuits were his favorite, so Shouto just chuckled and let you put them there so Mr Giraffe would come back.

Just as he was clipping you into your car seat while you sang some song from a kids TV show, his phone chimed and he checked it quickly.

“Bipity, bipity, bomp!” You finished singing the last line of your song, kicking your feet around with a goofy smile. Your hands were flinging Mr Giraffes arms around to make him dance on your lap. Shouto found him under the driver’s seat when you got in the car. Lord knows how he got there. 

You saw Todoroki and asked him what he was reading.

“Ah... It’s mom saying that you can’t go to kindergarten today. You were supposed to get your flu shot yesterday but since you didn’t, they.. can’t let you in.” He sighed, and lent against the outside of the car brushing his hand through his hair. He honestly didn’t know what to do now. He could stay home with you, but UA would probably bust him for it.

He sighed and thought of the last resort. “I think you might have to come to school with me.” ____

 “I know, I’m sorry sir. It’s just for a day before we’re able to get her back in to her kindergarten.” Shouto explained, with his sister’s small hand in his.

“Don’t let it happen again.“ Aizawa stated, clearly irritated with the situation Shouto turned up to school with. Having a kid on school grounds wasn’t exactly allowed, but Aizawa let it slip for a day.

“It won’t. Thank you sir.” Todoroki nodded, and that was Aizawa’s queue to sigh and trudge back to his desk drearily. Your brother looked down to you, a patted your hair and tapped your chin. “Come on.“

You nibbled on Mr Giraffe’s ear and listened to the voices coming from behind the giant class door. You really didn’t do well with new people, or really any people at all. Especially men. You know, with the delinquent father and all.

“Shou, it’s scary.“ You mumble.

He smiles sympathetically and bends down to pick you up and haul you onto his hip. “I’m right here, okay? If you get too overwhelmed, you can tap my shoulder and we can go home.” He kisses your cheek and waits for an answer.

“Okay...“ You pout nervously. And switch from chewing Mr Giraffe to fiddling with your brother’s hair.

He smiles, and goes to push open the door with his spare hand, and the talking got louder when you both went in. You couldn’t see anyone yet, since your head was facing backwards on his shoulder, but as he walked down the aisle to his desk, you lifted your head to see more and more people looking at you with excited smiles.

“Oh my god!” A girl gasped and was shaking and squealing. “She’s so cute!”

A guy with spiky red hair was grinning and tapping his mate’s shoulder. “Look, man!”

Another girl with pink skin and a boy with green hair were both whispering to each other and smiling at you.

“Yeah, yeah. Quiet. Todoroki has brought his little sister in for the day because of valid reasons, so don’t go squealing and crying, okay? This is still a school day.” Aizawa pointed out from the front of the class, getting all the talking and squealing to stop. Shouto sat down with you on his lap at his desk.

While the teacher started talking, he lent back to look at your anxious face. “Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.” You nod, looking around the large room while. You felt safe and comfortable in your brother’s arms despite the huge weird room. “He has spider arms.“

Shouto looked to who you were pointing at, and it was Shoji. He actually found it a tad funny and he smiled. “Spider arms?”

You nodded, and giggled. “Spider arms!”

“Alright, do the rest of those pages and don’t do anything stupid. Wake me up if there’s a fire or something.” The tired guy with the black hair grumbled, and seemed to disappear behind his desk.

The girl with pink hair stood subtly, peering as far as she could to check if Aizawa had fully gone down. She realized he wasn’t paying attention, so she jumped up from her desk, jittering and exploding with excitement. She was suddenly leaning on your brother’s desk, and he lifted his head and held you against him by your stomach. “Yes?”

“Oh my god, Todoroki, is this your sister?” She smiled giddily at you.

“Yes, what do you want, Ashido?” He replied, and you looked at her with a teeny pout.

Then another two came to his desk. One had spiky red hair and another had spiky yellow hair. “Dude, this is fucking awesome! They let you bring a kid in her-”

Shouto sighed, and frowned at the frantic yellow haired guy, eyeing him like a pissed off mother bear. “I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t swear.”

“Aw c’mon, bro! She’s so freaking cute!” Kirishima yelled, slamming his hands on the desk and smiling. The loud noise startled you and you jumped in Shouto’s arms. “You wanna come sit with us?”

“Why would she want to sit with you?” Todoroki said.

It took a bit of arguing, but you ended up sitting with Ashido, which made her very happy. You thought she was pretty cool, and you loved her pink hair. Todoroki was constantly peering over to make sure you were okay, to the point where he wrote down one sentence in twenty minutes. You were standing in front of her desk, peering over the top as she drew some sort of unicorn. “Huh... This sorta looks like a blob of play dough with a tumor on it’s head.” She frowned.

“Can I color it?” You asked quietly.

She smiled and rotated it around for you. “’Course, cutie!”

She handed you some pencils and you stood there and colored in her unicorn with them. Wasn’t the best coloring, but you were four, so it’s fine. Mina giggled and said, “That’s pretty good, lil’ miss Vincent Van Gogh!”

“I like unicorns.” You smiled. “And I like the ones with the- with the wings!” You grinned, jumping up and down flapping your arms like wings.

“I like them, too!” Mina giggled, watching you bounce around.

“And fairies, and mermaids, and um- and- and Mickey Mouse!” You were just bouncing around talking weird toddler nonsense, but it was cute. “And like bunnies, too! Look, there’s a bunny rabbit on my jumper. Shou picked it.”

You looked down at your jumper, pulling the bottom of it out to get a good look at the picture, which gave you a double chin. “He has a top hat.”

“He’s a fancy bunny.” Mina giggled.

“He needs a mustache.” You stated simply, and reached for one of the girl’s permanent markers, which made Mina laugh and jump to stop you.

“I don’t think your mom will like that, honey...” She laughed, putting the pen back in her pencil case.

The first two classes were pretty fun. You spoke to Mina and colored her unicorn for a while, but eventually went back to Shouto. You and him drew in his book, and you drew a cute little smiley face on his cheek with a texta. When the bell went, you followed him out the class, holding his hand and Mr Giraffe.

“Look at my unicorn, Shou! He has a um- a tuxedo.” You told him tilting your head to the side, flailing your coloring all over the place. Your brother smiled and gently took the page from you to look at it.

“You’re good at coloring.” He said truthfully. He looked at the paper and all the little smiley faces and hearts everywhere. The smiley face was still on his cheek, but he had forgotten. People who walked past him thought it was pretty funny.

“Do you get nap time?” You asked.

You heard a chuckle, as Todo put your picture into his backpack. “I wish, but no. You can have a nap now if you want. Are you tired?”

“A bit.” You say, getting closer to the cafeteria. “Drawing is hard work.”

You ended up falling asleep at lunch, two minutes in, on Shouto’s lap. You managed to eat a couple of bites of your peanut butter and sprinkle sandwich, but that was about it. While you were asleep, everyone was giggling at your divine choice of filling. It was yummy, but sleep felt better.

“You know, I’d imagine it’d taste pretty good!” Uraraka said from the other side of the table, thinking about your sprinkle and peanut butter sandwich.

“Do you think that’s what the teletubbies eat?” Midoriya chuckled.

“Oh my god, yeah! That’s what that elephant vacuum thing makes.” The girl laughed. “What the hell even is that thing, though? Director must’ve been on drugs.”

“She’s eaten so many of those. She had it for breakfast, too.” Shouto smiles, patting your back as you snore quietly.

“Damn, how has she not gotten diabetes yet?” Uraraka says with a smile and a shocked face.

“Uraraka, don’t joke about that...” The green haired boy nervously said.

“She used to like jam and sprinkles, but a commercial on TV showed strawberries with smiley faces on them going into the jar, so she thought that jam was dead strawberries, which is why she hates jam now.”

“She isn’t exactly wrong, though..” Iida said, shrugging. “About the dead strawberries.”

“That is true.” Uraraka said. “What kinda TV advert shows that to kids, though?” She giggles.

“I think I’ve seen that one! With the weird bear in overalls?” Midoriya asked. “His eyes look like golf balls...”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Todoroki replied. He felt your head start to move and looked down at you, seeing your eyes opening and closing again because of the bright lights. In the background, everyone was talking about the weird jam commercial.

“Shou?” You grumble, seeing your brother’s face.

“You fell asleep when you were eating.” He said, smiling slightly at the peanut butter and sprinkles on your face. All over your face. “Here, lets get this off.”

He grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped the stuff off your cheeks and mouth. You were still pretty sleepy, and all the bright lights and talking was a little scary. Shouto got the rest of the stuff off your face and you yawned, reaching for the rest of your sandwich.

“Hey, [Name], can I try a piece please?” The girl with the brown hair asked, with a small smile.

You nodded, and ripped the corner off and handed it to the girl. She took it and put it in her mouth as her eyebrows rose and she nodded slowly. “That is actually Gordon Ramsey menu worthy!”

“Is it really?” Midoriya asked.

“You bet. This stuff is gold!” She muffled, pointing to your sandwich.

“Hey, Todoroki, has she gotten her quirk, yet?” Iida said out of curiosity.

“Yeah, she got it about two months ago.” He said, and Midoriya lit up with a cute little smile. Everyone knew he loved the subject of quirks and heroes, so everyone braced themselves for the giant flood of talking they were about to encounter.

“That’s so cool that you have your quirk!” He smiled, and you smiled back, nodding. “How’d you get it?”

You pulled up your jumper’s sleeve to show a small scar going down your arm. Everyone looked at it and you said, “I froze my bed and my blankies went all hard and cold and then I moved and it cut me here! Shou had to make fire and un-freeze it so I could get out. And then Fuyumi gave me a Little Mermaid band aid.”

“So your quirk is like your brother’s ice?” Iida said.

You nodded dramatically, shooting your arms out and smiling, “I’m like Elsa!” ____

“So, [Name], how was Yuuei today? You get to meet cool heroes?” Fuyumi asked, carefully placing a plate of veggies, chicken and rice in front of you. You blew on it and stabbed the chicken with your fork, which you were holding backwards. All of your siblings sat down at the dinner table around you, thanking your sister for the meal.

“I like old people school!” You exclaimed, shoving the chicken in your mouth.

Natsuo smirked and sat down next to you with his plate of food, ruffling your hair. “Who you calling ‘old’?”

“She froze an entire rock when we were doing hero training in the courts.” Shouto smiled proudly. Fuyumi gasped quickly and smiled at you.

“That’s so good, [Name]!” She said.

Natsuo chuckled and pointed his fork at you. “When I was four, I couldn’t freeze a damn pebble. That’s some pretty good stuff, squirt.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be a hero when I’m big and I’m gonna freeze all of the villain’s butts!” You say happily, punching the air. All your siblings laughed and you sat in your chair for the rest of dinner thinking of ways to sneak into Shou’s backpack to go to his school again, because today was fun.

[siriuslymoon]

Mistletoe - An Alfie Solomon’s Imagine

Requested: yes

Pairings: Alfie Solomon’s x reader

Warnings: cutesy fluff lil bit of angst

(Gif from @cassisandor )

{Festive Promt #2 “mistletoe, you have to” with Alfie, please. Thank you - Anon }

I’m writing so much Alfie right now, I love it. So this is kinda like, the same world as gingerbread, what with Cyril and all. Who knows maybe I’ll make a series...Anyways! I hope you enjoy! X💕

You weren’t sure what happened.

Everything seemed fine, your day started fine.

Alfie woke up early to spend the morning with you, the pair of you taking Cyril for a long walk, walking past the bakery to drop Alfie off on the way back.

He had kissed you slowly, muttering how much he loved you against your lips before pulling back and kissing your forehead.

He had given your hips a quick squeeze smirking at you before bending to give Cyril a goodbye scratch.

“Get on you two,” he smiled “be safe though Yeah”

You nodded, pecking his lips one last time and leaving.

You and Cyril stretched your walk out a little, passing by a few shops to pick up on what you were low on and eventually making it home.

You let Cyril off his leash, free to roam the house, and locked the door.

You tended to get bored when Alfie wasn’t home, you had been fired from your last job because of your ties with Alfie and very few places wanted to take you on at the moment for very similar reasons.

Meaning you had a lot of spare time on your hands, you figured once you had a kid you would be dreaming of the days where you lounged round the house with nothing to do but until then, you were bored.

You decided to do some cooking, trying out a few of Alfie’s family recipes and a few of your own.

And despite the hint of boredom, your day was good, right up until Alfie came home.

You knew something was wrong the second he shut the door behind him, considering ‘shut’ wouldn’t be the appropriate word, it was more of a slam.

The house shook from the force, Alfie grumbling about something as he shoved off his shoes, kicking them around the hallway.

You met him as he approached the living room, his face hardened with anger. You hated seeing this side of him, hated him feeling anything bout happiness.

“Alf,” you tried quietly “Alfie you okay ?”

He didn’t speak, simply tried to step around you.

“Love, move” he ordered when you wouldn’t budge.

“Alfie what’s wrong?” You knew you shouldn’t be pressing, but you couldn’t help it.

“Nothin, just leave it Yeah” this time he grabbed you by the hips, picking you up and moving you out of if the doorway, and making his way over to his armchair.

“Like hell” you muttered, making your way over to him.

“Alfie come on, you can talk to me”

I don’t want to talk about it!” he told you, eyes narrowing when he saw the intent in you eyes.

And so you dropped it, nodding and leaving the room, ignoring how he sighed as you walked away.

But the air was still thick between you, something ready to snap at any moment.

That moment being forty minutes later, when he couldn’t find a book in his study,

“Well where’d ya put it” he huffed, throwing books off his shelves as he searched.

“I haven’t touched any stupid book “ you rolled your eyes at your husband, resting against the door frame whilst he searched.

“Fuck off” he grumbled, causing your eyebrows to rise.

Alfie never spoke to you with disrespect, he wouldn’t dream of it.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, Fuck off. Cause that’s a lie ain’t it. You always touch my stuff, don’t ya. Just like to move it all around so no fucker can find anything. That is when you’re not just sitting on your arse all day!” He finished yelling, chest rising.

“You think I like sitting around? I can’t work Alf! You know why? Cause no bugger wants to hire a gangsters wife! And I can’t just wander around on my own, since my husband is so god damn paranoid that I’m gonna get killed every two seconds !” You screamed back, getting in his face, your cheeks flushed.

“You want to wander outside do ya! Get your throat slit? Don’t be fucking stupid, You knew what you signed up to Y/n. You married me anyway, deal with it” He was beginning to calm down, hating fighting with you.

“You promised me Alfie, you promised me that whatever the fuck was going on with your business stays outside of this house. I am not ashamed of you, I help with your business don’t I, but this is our place. Don’t bring it in here with your foul mood” you left the room, ignoring him calling for you.

You went into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed and burrowing under the covers.

You could hear Alfie wandering around the house, the soft thumps of his footsteps filling your ears until you slipped into an empty sleep.

“Love” Alfie had his hand on your shoulder, slipping the bed sheet off of your body.

You grumbled, turning away from him.

“Love “ he tried again, turning you round to face him and pushing the hair from your face.

“I’m sorry yeah” he told you, voice sincere.

“I shouldn’t take out my bad business on you, and I know you’re getting restless an it’s my fault ain’t it, so I’ll find ya something, a lil job in the bakery Alright” he promised, his hands running over your skin.

“And I’m only paranoid cause I can’t picture my life without ya” he stroked a finger down your cheek “go fucking insane I would “

You swallowed, the sight of Alfie watery eye’d and begging causing your heart to strain.

“I’m sorry” you told him, sitting yourself up and smiling gently at him.

“Don’t be”

He held up a hand, hovering it over your head, mistletoe gripped between his fingers.

“Alf” you chuckled, shaking your head at him.

“Had to be sure didn’t I love, that ya’d kiss me.” He smiled softly at you, wiggling his eyebrows and the mistletoe

“mistletoe, you have to” he moved in closer.

“Don’t need a mistletoe to kiss you” you told him, leaning forward and kissing him.

He hummed against your lips, dropping the mistletoe and placing his hands on you waist, lifting you onto his lip. He coaxed your lips open, deepening your kiss as you gripped at his shoulders, nails digging into the skin.

“I love you” he whispered against your skin.

“I love you too Alf”

[moreofus-story]

Chapter 2

Cleo looked around the sewer pipe, following Raphael’s lead. He couldn’t help but find himself a bit surprised – when Casey and April were down here for the first time, they were grossed out. But Cleo was more…observant.

Well, if what she described earlier was any indication, she’d lived through worse.

Now that he wasn’t in his suit, he was only as tall as her shoulder, which made him a bit flustered, but at the same time, it wasn’t her fault. He decided to just leave it there, in his thoughts.

Eventually, he stopped. “Here,” he told her. His sudden voice made her stop, but she stepped to his side and watched curiously as he grabbed a pipe. In a row of four, he grabbed the third one from the left and pulled it down like a lever. Two brick walls opened, revealing a living room of sorts.

Cleo gasped and ran in. “Woah! Y’all got some sorta underground lair in here! Rad!!”

She dashed to one of the arcade machines, laughing like a child. Raphael chuckled, rolling his eyes slightly. He followed her, watching as she messed with the joystick. “How’d y’all get this down here? Any of it?”

“With a lotta pain an’ sufferin’.”

They shared a look then both started laughing in their own way.

Raphael sighed and glanced around the lair while Cleo was focused on the game. “…I don’ think anyone else’s awake yet.”

He paused, but turned to Cleo again. “Rememba’ what I told ya earlia’? That they don’ know I’m Nightwatcha’?” His tone was but a whisper.

Cleo nodded. “You wanna keep it that way?” She whispered back.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

She nodded again as he straightened up. “You can go chill on th’ couch if you want. We got tv, but no cable. I’m gonna go lay down for a bit…least, ‘til everyone wakes up.”

Cleo peeked over the game machine, and over at the couch. “Ok. Ah’ll call fer you if ah’ need it.”

With that, he went off to his room and she went to the couch. After setting her bag on the ground and curling up in a ball on the most-right cushion, she eventually dozed off.

Footsteps sounded, and Cleo’s head shot up, adrenaline shooting through her system. It calmed relatively, however, when she saw two turtles, slightly shorter than her friend, walking down the stairs. One had an orange mask on, the other had a purple mask.

She blinked, and as soon as they looked over at her, everyone froze in their spots. The orange-banded turtle blinked once, Cleo blinked twice. The purple-banded turtle blinked three times.

When the two turtles yelled and dashed over, pulling out weapons, Cleo made a noise of surprise and tucked into her shell. She poked her head out of her shell, but squeaked when she saw a bo staff pointed at her face.

“Ehh…Raaaaphaelllll!!” She cried.

The two masked turtles shared a glance as their brother came dashing down the stairs, almost toppling over at the bottom. “Mikey, Don, she’s with me!”

Mikey and Don shared another glance, but the purple one spun his staff around and tucked it back into its hold. The orange one followed his lead and tucked his nunchucks away.

Raphael sighed in relief and looked back over at Cleo, who was slowly coming out of her shell – quite literally. She popped her arms out before crawling to the side of the couch, resting her hands on one of his shoulders and peeking over. “Guh…howdy?”

“Raphael.” Came a new voice from the shadows. Out stepped a giant rat wearing a red robe. He stopped and stared at the newcomer. She lifted a hand and shyly waved at him.

“Howdy-do.”

The rat’s eyes shot to Raphael. “You brought a stranger into our home?!”

“She’s fine, Sensei, I promise – she’s on our side.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Cleo’s gaze darted from Raphael to Sensei, back to Raphael, back to Sensei.

“’Cause – she stopped th’ Kraang.”

All eyes in the room fell on her, and in turn, she nodded. “Yep, ah’ did.”

“Can you prove it?”

“…ah’m a giant talkin’ mutant turtle covered in scars from it. Not…not too sure how else t’, y’know, prove. ‘Less y’all want me t’ tell ya th’ whole story.”

Mikey, Donnie, and Sensei all leaned forward in interest. Cleo blinked at Raphael, who gave her a nod and sat on the arm of the couch. She shuffled back and cleared her throat.

“Daaang! You led a whole rebellion?!” The orange-masked turtle wiggled excitedly in his spot on the floor.

“Yup! Funny ‘nuff, ah’ was one a’ the only gals. An’ th’ third-youngest. Funny how it all works, ah’ reckon.” She passively shrugged, knees pulled up to her chest. Raphael sat next to her, legs crossed, one bouncing.

“So, the Kraang are all dead?” The purple one asked. “They’ll never bother us again?”

“Ah’ sure hope so. We made sure every one we killed was, y’know, dead.”

Raphael’s brothers looked at each other before laughing, beaming and high-fiving…well…high-three-ing.

“Yeah, dude!!”

“We never have to deal with those bozos again!!”

Cleo couldn’t help the gentle laugh of her own. “Golly, ah’ didn’ think ah’d meet anyone else who hated them as much as we did.”

Raphael shrugged, ceasing the bounce of his leg. Beside him, the rat watched the two curiously.

“May we ask your name?”

“Oh!! Ah’ totally forgot.” She laughed again. “Name’s Cleo Patra Rui! Though, y’all can jus’ call me Cleo. Ev’ryone does.”

“I’m Michelangelo! Everyone just calls me Mikey.” The one in orange pointed to his purple-wearing brother. “That’s Donatello, or Donnie. You already know Raph.”

Raph pointed to the rat with his thumb. “An’ this is our dad, Splinta’. We all call him Sensei, though, since he teaches us how t’ fight.”

“That explains the masks!” Cleo’s gaze moved to his red mask. “Ah’ thought it was some bad attempt t’ conceal yer identities or somethin’. But yer ninjas, ain’t’cha?”

“Yeppers!!” Mikey beamed. “The best ninjas you’ll ever meet, sis!”

Donnie rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure we’re the only ninjas she’ll ever meet.”

“You neva’ know,” chimed Raph. “If she managed t’ find me, she coul’ find anyone.”

Cleo chuckled until Splinter placed a hand on Raph’s shoulder and pushed his back to the couch so he could better see her. “How did you meet my son?”

A brief look of panic flashed on Raph’s face for a split second, but Cleo’s wave of hand centered him. “Eh. We bumped on a roof top. Ah’ve been inta’ parkour fer a few years. That’s all.” She shrugged. “We started chattin’ fer…obvious reasons.”

“Huh,” Donnie mumbled. “Strange how two of the only mutated turtles in New York found each other on a roof…”

“Oh, we ain’ th’ only ones.” Cleo shrugged. “There were a couple from th’ rebellion – ah’ dunno where they are, though. Slash, Spike, Tokka, Jon…an’ me! Ah’m sure there were a couple more ah’m forgettin’, but that’s jus’ off th’ top a’ ma’ head.”

Raph’s brow rose. “Oh?”

Cleo nodded. “Yeppers. They were big helps, ‘specially fer me. They helped me figure out ma’ body. Like how ah’ can do this!” Then, she tucked her limbs and head fully into her shell. It plopped onto the couch, earning laughs from the other mutants.

The female popped back out with her own laugh. “Thank ya, thank ya, ah’ll be here ‘til Friday!”

Mikey, in between giggles, managed to let out a “you should stay forever!!”

Cleo, Raph, and Splinter all froze, sharing confused glances.

“F-for…”

“…ever?”

Cleo and Raph both just stared at each other. Mikey, meanwhile, wiped his eye. “Yeah!! You’re funny, Cleo. I like you!!”

Donnie eased himself back down to reality. “Mikey, I don’t really think-”

“Aw, c’mon, Donnie! Cleo!! How old are ya?”

“Uh – 20, now…if ma’ math is right. Ah’ was with the Kraang fer a while…”

“Where d’ya live normally?”

“Wit’ ma’ momma an’ lil’ brother. Well, kinda. Ah’m never home, really. Ma’ sorta-kinda-adopted sister’s in ma’ room. She moved in when durin’ th’ rebellion. Why d-“

“You gotta job?”

“Not a solid one.” She paused again. “It’s hard fer, uh, someone wit’ a…condition like mine t’ get a full-time job – an’ ah’ don’ jus’ mean th’ mutation.”

She laughed aloud, but it slowly turned into more of an awkward chuckle. Mikey and Donnie shared a glint.

“I mean,” Donnie muttered, “it’s more than Raph.”

“HEY!”

Cleo blinked over at him then laughed again. “Pfft, you ain’t gotta job, looooserr!!”

Raph nudged her in the side, making her just laugh harder. After a moment of glaring, he surrendered and started to laugh himself.

Donnie and Mikey shared yet another perplexed look. “Raph can laugh?!”

Cleo lifted a faux-brow in their direction, sparing them a peek. “’Course he can! Anyone can!”

“Not Raph.”

Donnie shook his head before standing up, Mikey following his lead. “Well, it was fantastic meeting you, Cleo. We gotta head to work now.”

Mikey pouted, but Donnie elbowed him in the side before tugging him away from the couch, but not before getting a last word in; “don’t leave ‘til we get home!! I wanna talk mor-“

Donnie pulled him off.

Raph shook his head, kicking his feet up on the table in front of them. “Dorks. Seriously, it’s a wonda’ I didn’t smack ‘em both upside th’ head t’day.”

Cleo giggled to herself. “Yeah – ah’ have a lil’ brother ma’self, ah’ know how it can be. They ain’ done nobody no harm, though.”

Splinter reached over for the remote, but couldn’t reach. Cleo noticed his frustration, so she used her foot to grab the remote and drop it in her hand. Then she handed it to him. “There ya go, sir.”

He blinked, somewhat impressed. “…thank you,” he mumbled, flipping through the tv channels.

A snore brought their attention to Raph, who was out like a light. Cleo froze before snickering a bit. “Oh. Reckon he’s tired after all that parkour we was doin’. Y’all think he’d freak out if ah’ brought him t’ his room?”

Splinter shook his head. “It’s upstairs – the second room on the left.”

“Coolio.”

She stood up, stretched a bit, then scooped the smaller turtle up. His head quickly moved to the crook of her neck, making both Splinter and Cleo chuckle to themselves.

[luhslilbitch-blog]

Music Teacher - (d.l.)

Summary: Y/N breaks into her music teacher Derek Luh’s classroom to record her new song in his recording room.

Warning(s): Smut/ Sexual Content, cursing

Song that goes along with it is called Desire by Meg Myers play song when the * appears.

- I apologize for any mistakes

ALSO I DID NOT STEAL THIS, THIS IS ACTUALLY A CHAPTER FROM MY IMAGINE BOOK - Derek Luh Imagines

Your P.O.V. :

As I was sitting in my Geometry class next to my best friend, B/F/N, I was writing some lyrics in my song book.

'I wanna feel you in my bones. Boy I'm gonna love you'

'I'm gonna tear into your soul'

My writing was cut short as the bell sounded signaling dismissal for last period. "Y/N, guess what bitch? Last period with Daddy Luh," B/F/N said wiggling her eyebrows.

"I know, babe! I'm excited, think I look okay?" I asked spinning in a circle. I started to laugh because I know there is no way in hell Mr. Luh would ever find me attractive. I mean I'm only a 18 year old student and he's a 25 teacher, probably with a girlfriend or something.

We walked into Mr. Luh's classroom side by side, "Y/N, look at him! Lookin' like a whole meal today," she said as I looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit and tie with tight fitting dress pants.

When I looked up into his eyes his were already staring back at mine with a smirk on his face. Oh shit, did he notice I was checking him out? a light blush spread across my face as B/F/N and I moved to our seats.

"Aight guys, settle down now," Mr. Luh said smiling at the class. "So, today I want all of you to write some lyrics for a song that you guys will be presenting to the class Monday. Take your time and help others out if they need anything. And don't forget that I can help you guys too," he said while taking off the jacket to his suit, he rolled up the sleeves which exposed the beautiful body art on his arm.

Tearing my eyes away from him, I was met with a smirk and a chuckle from B/F/N. "Oh my god, what, B," I said a bit annoyed.

"You're totally fucking in love with him," she said laughing at me. I slapped her arm giggling also.

"Am not you bitch," I said a little too loudly, which caused Mr. Luh to look at us.

"Something you guys wanna share with us," Mr. Luh said pointing towards the class.

"I, um, I'm sorry, well we're sorry," I said blushing looking towards B/F/N who was just as embarrassed as me.

"Cool, now get to work, ladies," he said smiling.

I quickly pulled my notepad out from my backpack and began to scribble more lyrics into it.

'Honey, I wanna break you. I wanna throw you to the hounds.'

'Yeah, I gotta hurt you. I gotta hear it from your mouth'

My notebook was snatched from my hands by B/F/N as she read over my lyrics. I knew there wasn't much I could do so I let her read as I bit my lip nervously.

"Damn, Y/N. Gotta dirty little mind up there, don't ya," she chuckled. I snatched my notebook from her hands quickly.

"Shut up! It just flowed out alright," I said angrily.

"Okay, damn, bitch. But anyways, I hope you do not sing that in front of the class because it's clearly about sexy ass up there," she said nodding her head in Mr. Luh's direction.

I looked down at the lyrics and I cannot deny it, it totally is about him. Looking up at him, I admired his strong jawline and beautiful tattoos. The bell rang letting us go home for the end of the day.

"Okay, guys! Don't forget to finish your songs for Monday, have a good weekend," he said waving goodbye to the class.

"Bye, Y/N," he winked before I said goodbye and hurried out the door.

"Oh my fuck! He freakin' winked at you," B/F/N shouted in my face.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," I said shoving my books into my locker. I stuffed what I needed for homework and slung it over my shoulder as I walked out the doors to my car, B/F/N right on my heels.

"Think you could get off my ass, B/F/N?" I laughed putting my backpack into the trunk before getting into the drivers seat, B/F/N sliding into the passengers seat.

"Alright, let's get you home asshole," I said putting on my RayBan's and plugging up my aux cord. K.Flay's High Enough boomed through the subs in the car. I sped to B/F/N's house dropping her off.

"Bye, babe. I love you," I said pulling her into a tight hug, "see you tomorrow for a girls night?"

"Of course, Y/N, love you. See ya!" she said running up the steps and into her house.

I left her house and drove to mine listening to the music and dancing along.

--

"Ma, I'm home!" I shouted as I walked inside the door. It's only me and my mom here, my dad and her divorced about a year ago. They just weren't meant to be as a couple I suppose, because they are still best friends.

Walking into our kitchen, I found a piece of paper with a note written on it:

'Hey sweety, I won't be home until next Friday. I'm sorry it was so sudden my boss, Mr. Stephens, said he needed me for business trip to New York. I'm so sorry dear, I'll make it up to you when I get back, girls night, okay baby? Love you, hun! See you Friday evening!

p.s. There is $750 in the envelope on the fridge, please spend it wisely, sweetheart.'

Sweet whole house to myself for a week! I threw my backpack on the ground and pulled some fruit and water out the fridge for a snack. After my snack I took a shower and changed into some leggings and my NASA crop top.

Running down the stairs I went straight to the fridge to find something to eat, it was empty, so I decided to order pizza.

As I waited for the pizza man to come, I wrote some more lyrics in my notebook,

'Boy I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue'

'I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna lay you in the ground'

Ding Dong! Getting up from my spot on the couch a ran to the door and payed for the pizza and ate as much as I could.

--

As the sky began to turn dark, I remembered that the school was going to be open tonight for our school's theater classes play. So, I grabbed my Nike's and car keys and ran into the car. Shifting into gear, I made my way to the school while listening to Mr. Luh's album called 'Hollywood Blvd.' I pulled into the student parking lot and parked closest to the music classroom.

I got out and started walking at a fast pace into the building, I had to sneak past the teachers who were watching to make sure nobody went to the wrong area in the school. It was easy because they weren't paying any attention, they were gathered in a circle talking about their worst students.

I made my way to Mr. Luh's classroom door, which was surprisingly unlocked. Quietly, I grabbed the spare key to the studio which was under the mat in front of the door to the recording room.

I got in and set my keys and bag down and pulled out my notebook, so I could take it in with me. Flipping on the lights, I went straight for the mixing board and set everything up. I began to mix up beats to make the rhythm just right, that took about and hour of frustration. I stood up and started stretching, looking at the clock which read 8:30 p.m. , "Jesus Christ, I've been sitting in that damn chair for and hour," I said to myself.

I grabbed a pair of headphones and flipped on the microphone and started the music. I opened the door to the recording booth and set my notebook up and began to sing,

* "Baby, I'll learn to touch you, I wanna breathe into your well. See, I gotta to hunt you, I gotta to bring you to my hell."

"Baby, I wanna fuck you, I wanna feel you in my bones. Boy, I'm gonna love you. I'm gonna tear into your soul."

Derek's P.O.V. :

Little did Y/N know, I've been here since she began mixing up beats. Yes, I get it, might be creepy but I just wanna see how well she's coming along with her song. And I kinda want to know why the hell she sneaked into my studio.

"Desire, I'm hungry, I hope you feed me. How do you want me, how do you want me?"

"How do you want me, how do you want me? How do you want me, how do you want me?"

"How do you want me, how do you want me? Honey, I wanna break you-"

Her voice was amazing, strong but yet so soft and sweet. I didn't realize it until now, that this song was about me! That's what her and B/F/N's name were fighting about, and why Y/N was checking me out while writing her lyrics.

Y/N, walked out of the recording booth with a large smile plastered on her beautiful face.

"Y/N, that was amazing. But, I hope you don't plan on singing that song in front of the class. 'Lil provacotive, don't ya agree?" I said chuckling slightly. Her smile fell and she began to speak.

"Oh, shit! Mr. Luh, I'm so sorry. I should've asked to use the studio, please don't tell th-" she spoke but I cut her off short.

"Why didn't you tell me this song was about me," I said cockily.

Your P.O.V. :

I looked into his chocolate eyes as he smirked at me, "I, fuck. I-i mean, it would be wrong if I told you. Y-you were not even supposed to find out about t-this s-song," I stuttered as he walked closer in my direction. I backed up slowly until my back hit the wall behind me.

He put his hands on either side of my head and leaned down to look into my eyes, "Y/N, I'll tell you how I want you," he said referring to the lyrics to my song. My gazed flicked from his eyes to his lips as he spoke. Looking back into his eyes, he smashed his mouth onto mine, the kiss was rough and full of lust.

He swiped his tongue on my bottom lip for entrance, I wasn't sure what to do so I just stood there with my lips resting against his. He grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me from the ground which caused me to let out a gasp, he took that as his chance to shove his tongue into my mouth. His mouth tasted of fresh mint and it was driving me insane. Our tongues fought in a battle for dominance, him winning of course. He slowly pulled away, causing me to groan at the loss of contact.

"Baby, tell me what you want," he whispered against my neck as he sucked on the soft flesh, surely leaving marks there.

"I want y-you, please, Mr. Luh," I moaned as he moved his growing erection against my wet core. With that he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground. I took mine of as well, the clothing on the floor began to pile up until we were both left in our undergarments.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?" he asked with a look of guilt.

"Yes, Mr-," "Y/N, please call me Derek," he whispered against my lips.

"Yes, Derek, please I want this. Take me, all of me," I whispered against his chest as I traced my tongue over his triangle tattoo, this earning a low groan from his lips. "You're tattoos are so- beautiful, Derek," I said kissing back up to his neck. I began to mark his neck near the Arabic tattoo.

He pulled me back up by my thighs, during which he pulled down my underwear. He started to draw figure eights against my clit, "oh, Derek, that feels so-" I was cut of by his lips on mine.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," he moaned against my chest. Reaching behind me I unclasped my bra and threw it with the rest of the clothing piled on the floor. He looked at my breasts, and groaned at the sight of my hardened peaks.

I reached down and slid my hands down his hips, tracing over his prominent v-line. "Derek, p-please. No more t-teasing, just fuck me already," I moaned as his fingers still moved against my wet heat.

"Are you ready, Y/N? Please tell me if I'm hurting you," he said lining up to my entrance. Looking into his eyes I nodded yes in approval. Slowly, he slid into me, I've had sex before, but they were never as big as Derek.

"You okay," he said worriedly. "Yes, Derek. You're so big," I moaned as my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He started to thrust deeply into my heat.

"S-shit, you are really tight," he moaned loudly against my chest. He pace began to quicken as his thrusts continued to hit my g-spot.

"Mmph, Derek. I'm g-going to cum. I c-can't last much longer," I screamed out as my nails scratched down his muscular back. "Me too, I'm almost there," he whimpered.

My grip on his back tightened as he became sloppier with each thrust. My head tilted back as pleasure ripped through my body as I came on Derek. He groaned in pleasure as his release followed mine, he continued to thrust to drag out both of our highs. He carefully set me down, so my feet touched the ground, my legs gave out. As I was about to fall to the ground, Derek slung his arm around my waist to help steady me.

"Thank you, Derek," I smiled up at him. He nodded and lightly placed his lips onto mine, we didn't deepen the kiss our lips just pressed against each other. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until he pulled away grinning.

"Y/N, I don't want this to end this way. I want you, not for sex but for you to be mine. I know it's wrong, but I'm sure we can make this work," he said as tears filled his eyes.

"Derek, I want this too. We can do this, I have the whole house to myself for a week, we can spend time there?" I said kissing his forehead.

"Y/N, this might be too soon but, I've known you since you were a freshman. Y/N, I love you so much," Derek said kissing me all over my face.

"I-i, love you too," I said pulling him into another kiss.