#i wanted to post this so fast i didn't even crop out the bars on the side from my screencapping smh

[celestialrealms]

how is this so cute and yet objectively one of the funniest things he's ever done 😭

[kmlaney]

cw drinking, smoking, allusion to execution with no graphic description.

this actually fits inside this bit I posted Friday.

“It was Washbourne at the lever, wasn’t it?” Miss Peaches asks.

I stare at my mug. Good humor gone. It’s been the better part of a year and I don’t know that I’ll ever move on. “Miss Peaches, you gonna to bring that up, I’m going to want something stronger than small beer,” I say. My voice is hoarse.

Miss Peaches nods to Liese, who disappears out the door. “I think I must, Philla. This is my business, I’m afraid.”

I gnaw on the end of the cigarillo. “You ain’t speculating on who’s in Simon’s pocket. I bet you have a damn good idea who is and who isn’t. You got plenty of sources. You don’t need me for that. So what are you after?”

Miss Peaches waits for Liese to return with a bottle and some glasses. Not the heavy bar glasses, thick for drunken patrons with big hands. Delicate things, so thin the light in the room makes them glow, cunningly fashioned out of fine-grained stone. Miss Peaches tugs the cord and breaks the wax on the bottle and fills the glasses with biiju.

I accept mine and sip. Biiju gets distilled in the fall to clear out the beer casks for the new crop, and it can be rough, bottled straight from the still, or smooth, aged for a while and mellowed in wooden casks or held in the alembic with herbs and such. This was wood-aged before bottling. Good stuff. Probably expensive even though it’s local and not a cognac or whisky imported from the inner kentoons. I won’t insult her and quaff it in one shot.

She waits until I finish it before asking, “Philla, do you know why they killed your father?” She refills my glass without comment.

I stare into its amber depths. She’s not asking for the official list of offenses. The lies. Finally I croak out, “They needed to sweep out the last of the old order. My brothers-in-law weren’t taking over for him and neither Mama nor I could take the oath on account of we don’t got dicks.” I spit the last few words out. I’ve been bitter about it ever since Father tried explaining why it mattered. I do knock back this drink and set the glass back on the table. I want another.

Miss Peaches won’t give it to me. She and Liese are both still on their first. “Then why haven’t you gone after any of them?”

“Been eating you, has it?” I ask. I can only meet her eyes for a moment before I return to staring at the strange glass made of stone. The biiju sits on my meal, percolating through the mass, warming my belly and not hitting my head nearly as fast as I’d like under the circumstances. “I promised him I wouldn’t.” I say, almost under my breath.

Miss Peaches finally sits back in her seat and sips her drink. “Ah,” she says, and I’m sure she’s not commenting on the biiju. She don’t need to ask who I mean. She knows.

I don’t know how much I spilled that night. Maybe she’s seeing if I remember. I wish I didn’t. No amount of drink can make me forget it and now the words come gushing out like pus from a lanced boil. “I don't know when he made the deal. Never had any suspicion until they came for him. But he knew they would, and the day and time as well. Weren't no fight, not on his part. He made me promise to leave it lie. Say it's finished, those were his words. If I didn't, they'd kill us all and then my sisters and their families and as far out as they could go. Wouldn't get the spectacle in the square they wanted, though. He didn't have to say it. I knew. We all did, all of us in the room, except maybe Mama but she weren't hardly thinking by then.

"I didn't want to. He begged me for it and it broke my heart to hear him. I stay my hand out of respect for my Father and no one else. He bought my life--and Mama's, Regina's, and Lydia's--with his. That was his price. They were going to kill him anyway. But they couldn't very well have his rabid daughter out there causing trouble for them, now, could they? I'd never honor a vow made to any of those bastards. They knew it. But to my Father, I would. Even coerced. That was their price.

"Part of me wishes I'd said 'no' one more time. Make 'em get their hands bloody. But I couldn't do that to Father. He'd done the best he could for his family. He had a better idea than I did at the time the kind of hell they were going to put him through over the next week or so. Not to mention how it would end. Knew, and went anyway. I can't--" my voice cracks and I viciously scrub tears from my cheek that I barely knew were there, "--I can't disoblige his sacrifice. I can't. It's all I have left of him. And it kills me every morning I wake up. Now fill my fucking glass, and damn you for dredging this all up."

Miss Peaches does as I command and I knock back the shot without tasting it. "I wondered," she says.

"You didn't fucking wonder. You got ears longer than you credit Simon with having,” I snap. I continue, but tired and old and dusty like the rest of this damn town, “I'm not a smart person, but I know none of it was about me. I'm nobody. Father was important only by virtue of being last. And, worthless as I am, I'm more valuable alive and broken than defiant and dead. It eats me like a cancer, knowing that. Every goddamn day." I glare at Miss Peaches, willing her to pour for me again. But I doubt she will. I tried to climb into a bottle before and she wouldn’t let me. "What you wondered was how broken I am."

She sips her drink and keeps the bottle firmly within her reach alone. “Reuben was a good man, Philla. I counted him as a friend, and I know he did me. He was proud of you then and I think he still would be.”

“Maybe,” I concede. Don’t think he’d be happy with my drinking or the way Mama and I snipe at each other on the daily. And I’m still not convinced honoring my word to him is the best way to honor his memory.

You're a writer? Prove it. Kill me with the power of your words

[jaylaxies]

EX'S AND OH'S

PAIRING : jay x fem!reader x jeno

GENRE : smut, threesome, double penetration in vagina, fingering, cunnilingus, slight bondage, spanking, degradation, praising, nicknames (pretty girl, kitten, angel, good girl), pure filth, mentions of drinking, mentions of jake, use of lube.

WC : 3.3k words

SYNOPSIS : partying was something you enjoyed thoroughly, especially when it came with sex. but this particular one was different. when the two of your ex boyfriends came to you, offering a night with them both, you should have said no as per the rules. but would you be willing to give up such an offer?

WARNINGS : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi, pretty humans <3 y'all have been so kind to me by sending me the most amazing birthday wishes :3 and so i wanted to post a little something as a thank you for you all! although i did rush this one, but i do hope that you guys enjoy it! all likes, comments, reblogs and shares are highly appreciated! iloveyou guys :D

You liked dressing up.

Especially for the party nights — the ones where you hunted for your boy toy of the night, even though hunting wasn't necessary, the others being more than willing to spend a night with you.

You bent over slightly to get an enhanced view of your lips as you applied a perfect coat of lipstick, smacking them together to blend it evenly while Young and beautiful by Lana Del Rey played peacefully on the bluetooth speaker in your dimly lit room.

You liked dressing up.

It boosted your already inflated ego when people turned their heads to get a glance at you, some eyes looking down at your ass, which swayed perfectly as you strutted forward, expression oozing out confidence.

You had your favourite little black dress on, eyeliner sharpening your whole appearance and a pair of heels to conclude it all.

You were ready, your ride, and potentially your the boy for the night, already parking outside your apartment, waiting for you to grace him with your company.

“Body chains?” Jake whistled lowly, referring to the sleek, golden chain around your chest, fingers gripping the steering wheel as you settled down in the passenger seat with him. “Seems like it's my lucky day.”

“You don't look so bad yourself, Sim,” your eyes trailed down to give him a once over.

He was in an all black ensemble, but something very specific caught your eyes — his barely cropped top under his jacket and a very sleek golden chain around his small waist.

Jake was attractive, you give him that. You were on the same side of spectrum when it came to popularity so it wasn't hard for you to get comfortable around him despite it being one of your first proper interactions.

The drive was cozy, his warm hand caressing your thigh every now and then until you reached the mansion.

The host of the night — Choi Yeonjun, was particularly famous at your university for hosting top tier parties, his parties were undoubtedly your favourite ones.

His place was grand, music reverberating all over with the hall being filled as people clad in stylish and trendy designs, just as you liked your crowd to be dressed. The scent of perfumes mixed with smoke and alcohol invading your senses as Jake led you to the bar area, many eyes turning to see you both — gold chains being your couple jewelry, a new topic of gossip for the student body.

You mindlessly stared at a girl, wondering where did she get that dark blue, silky dress with the perfect side slit on the left side, taking a sip of your cocktail while you continued your deep observation, leaning against Jake's side, swaying with the upbeat music. He smelled nice.

“Now that's a sight to see.” he chuckled just near your ear, undoubtedly catching your attention as you raised your brow, face close to his.

He didn't offer you a verbal explanation, simply pointing his chin toward the darkened area of the room which, as comparative to the other areas, wasn't too crowded.

And it most certainly was a surprise.

You looked back to Jake just as fast, his smirk telling you he had something mischievous in mind.

It wasn't a daily occurrence to see the two of your exes standing together, talking without wanting to strangle each other. You sipped on your icy drink, wondering what was that about, Jake simply bending to whisper something in your ear which made you smirk with a newfound satisfaction.

You looked forward to the night.

“I've always hated that guy,” Jeno stood next to Jay, who's eyes were fixated on your waist, Jake's hand resting there comfortably.

Talking to your ex wasn't on his bucket list for the night, but he did agree with his statement which was rare since the hatred was something they shared with each other too.

“He's been after her for long,” Jay gave his input, possessiveness on display with both their jaws clenched.

“I wonder why she left you,” Jeno fully turned to look at Jay in his white button up, sleeves rolled up neatly, “Since you were the perfect boyfriend, y'know?”

He scoffed, smirking right after, “Pardon, but I wasn't the one who fucked up and slept with another girl just a day after the break-up.”

The person mentioned didn't take that well, a scrowl settling down on his perfectly sculpted face whereas a victorious grin adorned Jay's face.

And when Jake pulled you closer, whispering something in your ear which clearly got a pleasant expression from you; they did not appreciate it.

“Do you want her?” Jeno asked, eyes fixated on the scene in front of him.

“Would do anything to have her,” Jay answered in a breath.

“Perfect, I have a proposal.”

Seeing your exes was one thing, but seeing them approaching you with the outmost manners they could muster, excusing themselves for interrupting you and Jake, asking if they could steal you for a moment. Safe to say, you were amused with the whole ordeal, just as the crowd was.

Jake simply winked, whispering 'good luck' as you lead the way out while swirling your drink, taking a sip as both of them followed you like bodyguards.

The backside pool area was dimly lit and fairly empty, giving you enough space to talk to without being watched like a hawk.

“Never expected the two of you together, being civil.” you started.

“We have a proposal,” Jay spoke, not bothering to explain the newfound camaraderie.

“We? As in both of you?” your finger pointing at them with arched eyebrows.

They provided you with curt nods, confirming your doubt. This threw you off guard for a moment as you stood back and realized how similar yet different they were.

Jeno, just like Jake, lied in the same spectrum as you and hence it was easier for you get close to him. You were friends until you became fuck buddies and he grew possessive, both of you breaking the general rule of 'do not fall in love' as Lee Jeno confessed midway a fucking session, desperately telling you how he can't bear the sight of you with someone else, how he liked you so much.

And it was no secret that you had liked him back but the relationship didn't last long.

Jay on the other hand was the resident good boy. You met him at a party, his friends were habitual of dragging him around. You drank together, conversing about everything, you noticed how pretty his smile was. That's how he asked you out on a date. You agreed and he showed you what happiness felt like for a month, until it ended as well.

Were you heartbroken? Yes. But that didn't stop you from going back to your old ways. Soon, you found yourself having sex with strangers yet again.

It had been a while since you saw them both, but you looked forward to what they had to offer.

Jeno took your silence as the cue to continue, “A threesome.” he let out.

You had never tried it before.

“A threesome? With you both?” you couldn't help but ask again.

Jay chuckled, stepping forward, “Yes, sweetheart.” he whispered.

It sent chills down your spine.

“Besides, we know that you love being taken care of underneath that tough exterior of yours,” his breath fanned the shell of your ear with the proximity.

“Jay also mentioned how he's got pretty toys which you love.” Jeno played with bracelet on your right hand — his veiny arm on display.

You were suddenly reminded of a vivid image; Jay fucking your wet pussy with your hands tied up using his handcuffs. A beast hidden behind his angelic face.

Leaving your bracelet, he used his pointy finger to lift up your chin, “Choice is yours, angel.”

You gulped, they had you cornered, their tall figures hovering over you and you couldn't deny that the offer was more than just tempting.

"Be a good girl, say yes,” Jay spoke lowly, thumb tracing your lip, the gesture almost hypnotic as you whispered out a ‘yes’ knowing how this opportunity was once in a lifetime kind.

“That's our good girl,” Jeno spoke in his deep baritone, you were dazed already.

Yes, you carried yourself like queen, like someone who'd assert dominance just with their aura, but it was nothing a sweet praise couldn't break.

They knew just how to melt you.

Yeonjun's party was long forgotten, Jay made you sit shotgun with him driving, Jeno sat at the back, his stare focused on you.

Jay causally rested his hand on your exposed thigh, clearly affecting your breathing a great deal. You were transparent, losing all the thunder in a go, being a good doll for them just as they had stated.

They knew how to get your body to react, they had your body mapped out and currently, you were struggling to hold your low noises in, especially as Jay's hand only went up further, brushing your inner thigh as if he wasn't the reason for your growing wetness in your panties.

Black lace, they were Jeno's favourite.

Your mind was clouded already, wondering what would go down when you actually reach Jay's place, or another mansion if you must say.

The silence was too loud, his intentions louder with his thick fingers brushing against your clothed heat. He didn't do anything further, keeping his hand there and teasing you without looking at you once.

But Jeno was intrigued, seeing you squirm around your seat like the needy girl you were, “What's on your mind, baby?” he spoke up.

“You both,” your voice was barely above a whisper, you weren't sure how it came out perfect either, especially with your dazed mind.

“Hm? Tell us more.”

“Want your f—fingers inside me, please,” you closed your eyes, bucking your hips to get any kind of friction from Jay's hand while Jeno only chuckled.

“Both of us at the same time, yeah? Aren't you being too greedy, begging for our fingers like that?”

You whined, looking around to see your surroundings to determine the amount of time you'll have to take their teasing before you get to Jay's place, to get the real thing.

To your luck, his place was just around the corner as he drove in, parking it just in front of his gate.

Jeno was fast to get out and hold open the door for you, grabbing your waist just as you stood up. Your legs were a weak mess already and that amused them further.

To your defence, it had been long since someone toyed with you like that. What made it better was the bubbling excitement for having both your ex boyfriends with you, even if that sounds messed up in many ways.

Jay walked in the front, guiding the way to his bedroom as you took in your surroundings, his place was exactly the same except for his perfume collection, which had visibly grown over the time.

He walked over to his walk in closet, getting some things out and you had a little idea of what the 'thing' would be.

“You look uncomfortable in that dress, sweetheart,” Jeno whispered, “Want me to help you with that?”

You nodded, not trusting your mouth to say yes without a squeal.

He pulled you closer, your body flush against his own, hand traveling down to unzip your dress, fingers trailing along your spine with the lightest touch, enough to give you goosebumps.

“Fuck.”

“Shit.”

They both cussed, seeing your hardened nipples, Jeno biting his lip at the exposure of your panties.

You smirked seeing their hard dicks, painfully restrained by their pants. Glad to see how you affected them just as much. Your gaze also fell on the new item Jay had gotten back.

Black fur handcuffs.

Your heartbeat rose up, you got on the bed without much thinking, knowing that you'll be rewarded if you act like a good girl.

The room felt hot already, Jay's next sentence only added to that, “I see you haven't forgotten how to behave, such a good kitten,” he purred, cuffing you hands above your head, looking at you right in the eye, and you nodded earnestly.

“What's your safe word, baby?” Jeno asked as a reminder, not having it in him to wait further to touch you.

“R—red,” you replied, feeling the cool surface of cuffs around your wrists.

“Perfect,” he caressed your cheek. “Now, be a darling and tell us what you want,” he spoke up, getting rid of his shirt, just like Jay.

Your mouth watered seeing their bodies, it was evident that workout was something they did on a regular basis, the faint abs and muscles proved that much.

“Your fingers,” the words were barely out and you were moaning with Jeno's two digits being pushed inside your pussy. He thrusted in and out, not giving you much time to comprehend everything. Jay added to it, his fingers filling you up alongside too.

Meanwhile, he also found himself being attracted to your tits, kissing them as his free hand took the liberty of choking you slightly.

You gasped yet again, one knew exactly what pace you liked when someone fingered your pussy while the other knew just the amount of pressure to apply on your neck.

Adding to it, the sight was heavenly.

Your hand was itching to touch them, to pull them in closer, however, your cuffs denied you that pleasure. Seeing you whine and whimper, Jay smirked, “Want my dick in your mouth? Is that what it'll take to shut you up?”

He unzipped his pants, getting his fingers out of your pussy, and he caressed your cheek with his thumb when he noticed that you had your mouth open for him, “Good fucking slut,” he stroked his dick, pushing it in your warm mouth.

You clenched around Jeno's fingers with the degradation, he scoffed, “She likes it when we use her, she likes being called a slut, doesn't she?”

“Oh, she does,” Jay replied, thrusting into your mouth as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you arch your back. You sucked more, spit falling down the corner of your mouth.

That's when you whined around his cock, sending vibrations up his dick as Jeno replaced his fingers with his mouth. You bucked your hips up slightly, almost in a begging manner, he licked slowly at first, only to get harsher and faster later, his tongue going in and out of your hole as his thumb teases your clit.

Jay's hand fell on your nipples once again, rolling his thumb and forefinger there in a lazy motion. It was too much, the room felt foggy to you, covered with the mist of lust paired with the lewd sounds elicited by your activities.

He observed how your legs shook, close to your orgasm. He took his dick out of your mouth, jerked himself hearing your loud moans, which sounded clearer now.

“Go on, kitten, scream out our names,” Jeno purred, and you did, your eyes rolled back with the euphoria, your juices adorning his tongue.

But he didn't stop rubbing your clit, making you close your legs with the overstimulation. He didn't let that happen, keep your legs open with his strong hands. They could've sworn you looked like an angel with tears streaming down your eyes, hair messy and lip bitten to conceal your broken pleas of wanting more.

“Beg for it.”

“M—more! Please, oh fuck I want your cocks,” you cry.

“Good girl,” Jeno whispered, “Jay, why don't you fuck her dumb? Poor baby is so fucking needy, can't function without getting dicked down,” he said, getting rid of his own clothes.

“Hm, sounds perfect. Meanwhile you could make use of her mouth, she looks very willing to give her attention to your dick.”

You wanted to scream yes but all you could do was watch them with wide, anticipating eyes, ready for whatever was to come.

Jeno was quick to free your hands, practically turning you around and getting you on all fours, him just in front of your mouth while Jay positioned himself at the back, your pussy exposed for him to tease. He rubbed his finger on your wetness, tasting your juices, humming with satisfaction.

It was no secret that Jay had a thick cock, and you feel it as he rubbed his tip on your slick entrance.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he said, kneading your ass, giving it a spank, “All wet for us.”

Jeno had his cock in your mouth, grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail while Jay pushed his dick inside your pussy, the previous fingering making it easy for you to take him in, the stretch being delicious nonetheless. Your wetness helping him bottom out easily.

With only two thrusts, he had figured out your good spot, making sure to hit it each time he pistoned inside you. This successfully elicited moans out of you, creating vibrations around Jeno's cock, who thrusted lazily into your mouth, thumb wiping tears from your eyes, “Look at yourself, nothing but a sputtering mess.”

The sound of skin slapping resonated the room while Jeno took his dick out of your mouth, grabbing your chin and bending down.

“Open up,” he ordered.

You obliged, opening your mouth up for him. He spit in your mouth, holding your cheeks, watching it travel down your throat until you swallowed it up.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Jay cursed at the sight, he loved when you were obedient and seeing you being good for them made it even more attractive for him. He slid out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness.

Jay nodded at Jeno once, signalling him in some way, “Ready to take both of us, kitten?” your mind blanked out.

“Y—yes! Oh my fucking god yes, please!” You begged breathlessly.

The idea of having them both inside you was exhilarating, you clenched around Jay pathetically as Jeno slid down, positioning you on top of him, sliding himself inside you fully. He pulled you up on his chest, kissing your neck and biting it slightly.

“Stay still, baby,” Jay said after applying lube on his cock. You were moaning by the time he pressed into your entrance again.

“Hmm,” you mumbled, trying to say yes.

Jay pushed in as Jeno pulled out, making it easier by creating a pattern while thrusting.

“Oh fuck, yes!” you cried out at the stretch, legs shaking with your second orgasm of the night being close.

With how they were sliding in and out, cocks rubbing against each other and your warm, clenching walls, you knew they were close too.

“Fill me up, p—please! Make me your cum dump—”

Your mewl was heard as you came around both their cocks, Jay and Jeno following the suit. Their cum mixed inside your pussy and they thrusted until they had emptied every single drop of their cum in you, pulling out right after.

They lied down on either side of you, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling. Jay grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb on your knuckles to relax you, Jeno played with your hair and they knew you were tired.

They made it their job to clean you up, get you to the bathroom and help you to the bed, making sure you sleep well with them holding you close.

What they didn't expect was to find you gone in the morning with just a text saying you had a good time.

You admit that it was the best and the wildest sex you'd ever had, so resting for a day was much appreciated by your sore legs.

However, the next day, you found yourself on Jake's doorstep, ringing his doorbell. It didn't take him much time to open the door, he was mildly surprised to see you there. Although, you were a lot more surprised to see him shirtless, abs on display.

“Dare completed, I fucked them both,” you smirked.

“Ready to be my pup for the night now, Jakey?”

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❛ NOT THIS TIME ❜

with Gilberto ‘Gilly’ Lopez.

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Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 2k (lmao not sorry).

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That tight pair of black shorts fitting perfectly your legs and pushing up your ass are driving him insane. And the crop top adjusted to your chest, showing up your abdomen doesn't help either. You aren't in the mood for a Mayan's party. It's supposed that you should be cuddling with your boyfriend on your sofa, watching a movie, drinking beer and eating popcorn. But the club had other plans in mind. And of course he could say no to them and stay with you. So there you are, walking around the main crew to reach the bar. Squatting to a box of empty bottles to leave yours there, you know that Gilly has his eyes glued on your buttocks, drawing a heart shape over your heels. While you're playing with fire, he's already burning among the flames. Standing up on your sneakers, your ass bounces slightly and his orbs follow the move enraptured by it. Swallowing the bitter drink, he cleans his lips with the back of his hand, abandoning his beer somewhere over the table to get up from his chair.

You would be lying if you say that you weren't expecting him, when you feel his fingertips roaming your forearms in an ephemeral caress up to your shoulders. Then, his calloused palms fall down slowly by your sides to surround your waist with his strong arms. Taking a last step forward, the bulge under his rough jeans, covered by the black shirt he's wearing, creates some friction against your butt. Your boyfriend doesn't give a shit if someone is looking at the two of you, slightly rubbing his hard dick forcibly to your body.

“Baby, I am so sorry”. He whispers into your ear, with his warm breathing provoking you some shivers.

You can feel the desperation in his tone of voice, sobbing against your skin when you intertwine your fingers with his. Believing that you are going to give him some chance, you just push him away from you, turning around to face him. You're pissed off. You asked the hospital for that free night, because he was off too. And this is not how you wanted to be. He can see the deception on your face, crossing both arms over your chest. But let's be sincere, you're just being tough.

“I prom—”.

“Don't”. You mumble raising up your forefinger to shut him up. “Don't you dare to make another promise you ain't going to keep, Gilly”.

“Baby, that's not fair… I should be here”. He's trying hard, walking somewhat closer.

“You should be with me”. Placing a hand on his middle chest, you stop him.

“And I a—fuck, mami! Don't punch me…”

“You fucking pendejo…”

“Let me make this up to you, c'mon”. He leans forward, catching again your body under his arms.

Sometimes you hate you're so weak for him, for his smell, for his voice. He wields a power on you that no one else could. And when you're about to fall for him again, you watch over his shoulder his brothers saying you with gestures to fuck him off. The encouragement you were needing.

“No, thanks”. You utter pushing him away, causing the laughs of the other men.

“Seriously? You have to be fucking kidding me!” Gilly turns at them, raising both arms with indignation. “I didn't even want to come to see your fucking shit-faces! That's not fucking fair, (Y/N)”.

He faces you again, pouting like a bitten dog.

“Mami, I'm fucking losing my mind”. He grunts in your ear, holding you tightly. So tightly that you can't move a single inch from your body. “These shorts are… so short. So, so short, mi amor… And, fuck, I can see your nipples getting harder under this top. I wanna put them in my mouth. Suck them. Bite them. Lick them. Taste them”.

“You don't deserve it”.

“I know… I fucking know… But you do. You deserve the pleasure only I can give you”. He bows down his head to your neck, letting his incisors mark his territory with a superficial bruise on it. Somehow, his hands have ended up on your ass, squeezing it and forcing you to lean on your tiptoes. “I will do anything you ask me to… You deserve it, (Y/N), because I'm the worst boyfriend of all”.

He is not, quite the opposite. But you like the way he's having to slightly degrade himself for not keeping his promises.

“Tell me what you want me to do”. Gilly whispers hoarsely, making you walk backwards to the hallway straight to the dorms.

“I want you to stop”. You grouse.

And he does. But not in the way you were asking him to. Your back finds the wall, and one of his knees finds your center. Scrubbing his leg against you, your boyfriend rolls up your shirt over your breasts. His fingers squeeze them together, so his mouth can welcome both nipples among his lips. As he said; he sucks them, he bites them, he licks them. He tastes your tits, tearing you some delicate and delicious moans. A sweet melody for his ears. Your boyfriend hums against your skin, making it vibrate, before sticking out his tongue to roam the gap between your breasts up to your collarbone over the black fabric, until finding your lips. His huge hands knead your skin tightly, devouring your mouth so desperate. And the last thing you can think on it's that you two could be caught for another Mayan.

“I bet your sweet pussy is so fucking wet right now… Isn't she?”

You gulp in silence, licking your lips and licking them too by the movement.

“Let me compensate you…” He mutters, rubbing his cheek against yours with gentle caresses. “Please…”

Gilly is still pressing his knee against your core, creating the kind of friction that turns you on. His lips attack again your breasts and your hard nipples, stealing you a lovely moan that accelerates his heart. But his task gets frustrated when you hear some voices coming closer, dressing up well and adopting a normal posture against the wall. Your boyfriend holds your hand to guide you to his shared dorm with Angel, coming in and locking the door.

“You know what are you going to do, Gilberto?” You ask with a honeyed voice, taking off your top over your head, to toss it to the floor.

“What?”

You can see him licking his top lip, walking dangerously towards you when you start to undone your shorts, falling down by your legs. Heel against heel you leave away your sneakers and the socks, walking backwards to his bed under the gloom of the room.

“You're just gonna watch”. You sentence, looking how his expression changes completely.

“Please, don't”. That beg makes you chuckle, as you get comfy on his mattress, sliding your wet panties down through your thighs to grab it with a hand raised. The piece of clothing falls from your fingers to the carpet. “Please, mi vida”.

“You watch, or you leave me alone”.

“Fuck…” Gilly complains, taking off his kutte to place it over Angel's bed.

Palming a side of his, your boyfriend lies down next to you, putting an arm under your neck to hold you. Finding his lips to kiss them, your right hand travels the skin of your stomach to your center. You can feel the heat that emanates from your wetness, digging two fingers into your pussy. Gilly drinks you gasp with eyes closed, slipping your hand in and out with a low pace.

“Tell me how it feels, baby…” He pleads you, leaving soft kisses all around your face.

“So good… Exactly as you love”.

“Yeah?” Mumbling, his right hand caresses your neck, trying to contain himself from replacing your fingers for his. He's having so much trouble with it.

“Yeah”. You reply, speeding up the pace, while your free hand gives to your throbbing clit the attention it deserves.

“Fuck, you're killing me…” He sobs onto your ear, sucking your weak spot under it.

You have to recognize that his hands feel better on you than yours, but that's the punishment he has earned by choosing the party over a night with you. Gilly's lips bite yours, tucking his tongue among them to softly caress the tip of yours. Little by little, the heat starts to flood your anatomy, stirring under his grips. He takes the risk of touring your skin with his mouth, giving you some tickles because of his rough beard, until reaching one of your nipples to attend the other with his free hand. You're about to fall into the edge, passing away to the orgasm, when you think he has been good enough this time.

Pulling out your fingers, you take them to his mouth. Gilly grunts pleased licking them. Your boyfriend grabs your wrist, sucking them with impetus, and his eyes glued on yours as you place a shaky leg over his.

“You taste fucking good…” He sighs cleaning up your juices and enjoying his favorite flavor.

“You like it?” You whisper, run out of air, stroking his strong chest with your free hand. He just nods. “You wanna make me com'?”

“Fuck, yes, baby… please, please”.

Gilly doesn't hesitate in begging you. He knows how much you like to tease him, as he does. And he looks really excited crawling down the bed to settle his torso between your legs, clinging his hands on your thighs as your legs get placed over his shoulders. His tongue licks your cunt completely, slowly, without any rush. Your fingertips travel the back of his head, slightly arching your back, while he starts to devour your beating pussy. Your moans soon flood the whole room, knowing that you couldn't have this much pleasure only with your fingers. Not even with another man. No one works your body as Gilly does. You know it. He knows it. The whole fucking crew knows it. And you can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Make me cum, my big boy… Only like you can do”. You whimper desperately, closing your eyes at the exact moment that he slams two fingers into your cunt.

His pace is rough, deep, fast. His lips are sucking your swollen clit as if there was no tomorrow. As if it was the last time he has the opportunity to give you pleasure. And shit. You reach the orgasm screaming out his name. You're sure that his brothers have listened to you. But you don't care at all. His mouth is clinged to your folds and he doesn't mind if your body can't handle him anymore. He continues worshiping you with his tongue drinking your sweet juices and his fingers curled inside you, pounding you. Once and again.

“Fuck…” You cry out, almost with tears in your eyes.

Rocking unconsciously your hips against his face, your thighs get rubbed by his beard, giving you dangerous shivers.

“Baby… Baby, fuck… I don't… wanna cum again”.

He suddenly stops confused, crawling over your body looking for your lips.

“Why?” He can't help but pout at you, surrounding your waist with his arms.

“Cause I want you to fuck me at home”. You brush his lips with yours, sensually, licking them. “I want you to pull my hair from behind, fucking me deep, all in four, spanking my ass…”

“That sounds good, mi niña”.

“You want it?”

He nods while pecking your lips, trying to hold on his desire for you to explode inside the intimacy of your house.