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PornMum

I opened the front door of my flat with a loud bang. I was pissed, the shooting was called off last minute and I had travelled for two hours to reach the location.

" Hi, Mum." my little boy greeted me from his bedroom.

It was the middle of the summer and the only thing he had been doing so far was reading and playing video games, I was aware he didn't like to socialize with his peers. I was his only parent, his father left us when he was just born.

" Honey I'll be to you in a second.” I yelled across the house walking to the kitchen to get myself something to drink. I was thirsty and sweaty, even though I had dyed my hair blonde and I was wearing just a top and skirt the heat was unbearable.

I took some cold water from the fridge and drank it at once.

I put the glass back in its place and headed to my son’s room, knocking softly before entering. He looked up from the screen and smiled. "How have you been?" I asked him sitting beside him.

He shrugged. "Alright, just read some manga."

"You need to go out more." I opined, trying not to sound too harsh but concerned about him being stuck at home all day long without seeing anyone else.

He swiftly dodged my gaze and sighed deeply. " Whatever. Why are you home so early today?" he questioned.

I sat on his bed. " My last schedule was cancelled last minute." I explained without giving him too much information.

He was just 12 years old and being told I was one of the most successful, requested and appreciated JAV actresses in Japan wasn't something I would share with him. He knew me as Mina, the kind and loving mother who always cooked delicious dinner for him. Not the one that was an adult film actress.

"Oh, what happened then?" he asked innocently.

I tried to explain my situation without making any reference to the industry I worked for. " The director told me they wanted to postpone it. So I came home."

He nodded. " I see."

I glanced at him, looking him in the eyes. " Hey, do you want to eat something? I'm hungry, let’s prepare something together." I suggested with a smile. He agreed.

We went to the kitchen hand in hand, he was still short and thin for his age. But his blue eyes made up for it. We both loved cooking and baking, especially him since he enjoyed eating sweets, I did my best to make sure he had a balanced diet.

While we were cooking some of the tomato sauce for the spaghetti landed on my clothes, staining both top and skirt.

" Dammit." he cussed. He has stirred the sauce with too much energy causing the little mess on my outfit.

" Do not worry, honey." I reassured him and got off my skirt and top right there in the kitchen. His eyes widened in surprise.

"What are you doing, mum?!" he said, sounding embarrassed.

I giggled and caressed his cheek. " Don’t be silly, this is nothing. You’ve seen my butt many times before." I teased him, bending over to clean the stains from the floor.

My ass was on full display for him and I could feel him staring at my cheeks, so plump and round, my pussy lips covered with just my small panties. It was nothing new for him to see me almost completely nude since I rarely wore anything around the house but his reaction was strange, he looked flushed and nervous.

“ Mum... Are you going to take your underwear off as well?" he stuttered.

I turned around to look at him. " What?! No! Of course not." I laughed nervously. " Unless you asked for it."

He became red as the tomato sauce. " I don't know what you are talking about." he ran out of the kitchen and into the living room.

I sighed and turned off the stove. Slowly I made my way to him, who was sat the sofa fidgeting with his hands on in lap.

" What's wrong baby?" I asked him sitting next to him.

He didn't say anything for a good minute, busy in deep thought. " I do have a problem in my underwear," he affirmed not sparing a glance to me.

" How come?" I inquired.

" They're wet." he whispered so low I barely heard it. " And it doesn't stop leaking." he continued.

His words sent shivers down my spine, I couldn't believe it.

" Let me see." I gently pulled him to stand and unbuttoned his trousers. His briefs were soaked through with precum.

" This is normal honey. All boys your age leak precum now and then. Especially when they see a hot girl." I told him trying to reassure him. He blushed again.

"It never occurred before." he panicked.

"Well, maybe you liked what you saw earlier." I mused.

" Maybe you liked your mum’s body." I added teasingly.

" That’s ok honey, it’s normal to think your mother is sexy." I encouraged him.

He seemed to relax a bit. " But it’s not appropriate." he complained.

I stood up and cupped his face. " Nothing is wrong, honey. You’re my son, but also a boy." I comforted him, feeling somehow attracted to him.

" Now, if you excuse me I'm going to change. You can stay here or join me." I winked at him. His eyes fixed on mine for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.

As soon as we were inside my bedroom I closed the door and locked it. Then I stripped from my bra and panties. My son looked at me wide-eyed, taking in my naked form.

" Come here." I said walking to him. I felt him tremble as our bodies touched. My hands caressed his back, slowly descending to squeeze his bum.

"Do you like it?" I asked him. He nodded shyly.

I kissed his neck softly, moving my hands to grab his cock through his trousers. He gasped as I stroked him over his pants. " Take it out for me." I commanded him.

He obeyed me pulling out his dick. It was bigger than expected for a boy of his age, yet far from the ones I had to deal with at work. I gave him a few strokes while kissing his neck and biting his earlobes. He moaned in pleasure.

" Mum, my member doesn't get soft." he affirmed worriedly in between moans.

" It’s ok honey. I'll make it soft." I assured him. I knelt in front of him, licking the tip of his penis. His legs wobbled.

" Mum..." he moaned my name. I took him fully in my mouth sucking and bobbing my head, tasting him for the first time.

I worked shipped his dick for less than 2 minutes and he shuddered in front of me. "I- I'm feeling a warm sensation spreading all over my body." he stated worried. " What is happening?"

I chucked releasing his dick from my mount and enveloping it into my hand. " You are cumming." I explained stroking faster.

" Am I supposed to feel something like this!?" he shouted losing control over himself.

I kept stroking until he exploded all over my breasts, covering them with his load. He fell on the bed exhausted, breathing heavily.

I wiped my chest clean using some tissues and lay next to him. " See, it’s ok baby. There is nothing to be ashamed of." I told him smiling. He nodded still catching his breath.

" Mum can you explain to me what just happened?" he questioned me shyly.

" You see, honey, you reached orgasm. Your member released semen and it felt good." I explained to him.

His eyes widen in shock. " Does it happen to women as well?"

I laughed at his ingenuity. " It does, you made me so horny that I want to have sex right now." I confessed.

He blushed but said nothing. Instead, he stared at my breasts. I could tell he wanted me to.

" You want to fuck me, don't you?" I asked bluntly, biting my lower lip.

He looked at me puzzled. " What does it even mean?"

I chuckled. " Let me show you instead."

I climbed on top of him and started grinding against his thighs. He hardened instantly.

I knew I should have gone easy on him. It was his first time and me being used to dealing with men more experienced and older than him was a risk for him, if I did go to ride him the same way I usually did with other cocks he would break in half. But I couldn’t help it, I craved him so much.

I was horny to stop and he looked so cute under me, so innocent. I needed to fuck him, I needed him to fill me and stretch my insides.

I rubbed my slit against his hardness, feeling the head of his dick poking me.

" What are you doing?" he whimpered.

" I'm riding your dick baby." I moaned. I aligned myself perfectly with his member and impaled myself on it. He let out a sharp intake of air as he felt himself inside of me.

The feeling was satisfying, he wasn't big enough to give me any issue stretching my pussy. I started to move my hips up and down, feeling his cock hitting my cervix each time I lowered myself onto him. I was moaning loudly and panting hard.

He was enjoying it as well, he held my waist firmly with his hand. I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling his tongue dancing with mine. Our teeth clicked together as I bounced on him harder and harder.

As I was expecting his member throbbed inside of me after a few minutes. I had to play smart not to make him feel bad about his performance, even though I was enjoying it thoroughly.

" Baby, I can't take it anymore." I lied. " Please cum."

His eyes lit up. " Really?"

I nodded and kept bouncing on him, not letting him stop thrusting into me. " Yes, cum inside of me." I begged.

He gasped at my words and buried his face into my neck as he unloaded himself deep into my womb. His arms wrapped tightly around my back, holding me close to him.

When he finished pumping his seed into me we collapsed on the mattress, panting and sweating profusely. " Did I do a good job?" he asked me shyly. I kissed his forehead. " Perfect."

I couldn't afford to tell him I wanted to keep going all night long." You can sleep here, tonight." I informed him.

He hugged me tightly. " Thank you mum."

I wrapped my arms around him as well, feeling how his heart was still beating fast and strong.

The next few days flew like always, I had been called for a few shootings and my baby kept staying in his room days in and days out.

It was a tiring Friday night, I plopped on the sofa wearing a white top and a matching pair of shorts. I had worked all the afternoon filming different scenes.

" Baby, I'm back." I called my son.

He came into the living room carrying his laptop, he was dead serious. " We need to talk." his blue eyes made me shiver more than the air conditioner.

" Wha.." I tried to speak, but he cut me off. " Hear me out first."

It was unusual for him to be this cold with me. " I was doing some of my homework today and one of the requests was to look on Google for some information about our relatives and guess what happened as soon as I entered your name?" he was slightly losing his temperament.

" I don't understand." I said confused.

" All the results were about you and your career as AV Idol!!" he exclaimed. " All those fucking films you've done! And how people call you 'JAV Queen' because you are the most requested actress!"

I stared at him shocked. " Well.."

" Well, what?" he interrupted me again. " You told me while we were fucking that you couldn't take anymore, and yet your last video that hit the charts was you begging a man with an 11 inches dick to keep fucking you and filling your tight pussy!"

My jaw dropped. " Um... I didn't want to lie to you." I stammered. I wanted to hide under the rug.

He shook his head. " Of course, you didn't!" he yelled. His little body was shaking in anger.

" Baby let me explain." I talked in a lower tone.

" Alright." he affirmed. " Explain to me the reason why you lied to me during our first time."

I sighed, hoping for the best. " Because I wanted to make you feel good about yourself."

He glared at me. " If you cared about me you would have told me the truth." he huffed.

" Baby!" I pleaded. " You have seen in my videos how wild I am, I didn't want to break you or to scare you. And I wanted you to have a special time with your mother, no matter the circumstances."

He crossed his arms and pouted. " Is it true you love other men more than me?"

I shook my head. " Absolutely not! I love you more than anything in the world, but I enjoy sex with them."

" I'm well aware of that now, no need to remark it." he spat.

I sighed and walked in front of him. " What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"

I raised his chin defiantly. " Tell me."

He avoided my gaze. " Have you saved enough money?" he questioned.

" More than you and I can spend in a lifetime." I replied honestly. " Why?"

He stared at me dead in the eyes. " I want you to retire, to leave that disgusting industry behind you and be just my mother, the one who is just special to me. Just my mother."

I looked at him, feeling conflicted. " Baby, money aside, how are we gonna deal with the lack of affection I crave for?" I asked him softly.

His eyes flamed. " I crave for you. I'm young and you could mould me as you please to fulfil all you need." his voice was firm.

I smirked widely. " You do, huh?". " Yes." he nodded.

" Show me then." I challenged him.

And he did, he proved to be more eager and greedy than any other man I had ever met. He ate me out like he was starving, making me scream and squirt in his mouth.

" Bed." I moaned, my legs were trembling from my climax. He took my hand and walked to my bedroom.

" Baby, we are not done yet. You know, right.?" I asked him kneeling in the middle of the mattress.

He nodded and crawled towards me. I reached down and grabbed his dick into my hand.

" I'm gonna make you ready." I stroked his length slowly and licked his head, taking him into my mouth and sucking hungrily. " You taste so sweet, baby." I praised him, feeling his precum leaking on my tongue.

He moaned in delight and grabbed my head with his hands, pushing me down on his cock. I gagged a bit as he fucked my mouth.

After a few minutes, I pushed him away from me and lay down. " Fuck me now, baby." I urged him.

He positioned himself in between my thighs, lining up his member to my pussy and pressing it into me. He filled me, his thickness stretched my inner walls and I screamed in pain and pleasure.

" Harder, baby." I egged him on. His thrusts were slow at the beginning but became rougher as he gained confidence.

He slammed into me furiously and I let out screams of joy. He grabbed my ankles and placed them on his shoulders, pounding me relentlessly.

I felt him pulsing inside of me and squeezed my muscles around him.

" Cum, baby." I demanded.

He let out a strangled cry and released himself into my hole. I felt his hot seed coating my insides and it was glorious, so much so it triggered my orgasm and I climaxed around him. He collapsed on top of me, spent.

" That was great baby." I purred satisfied, stroking his head.

" Can we do it again?" he asked curiously.

" We will. Soon." I promised him. " You’re gonna be the king of this house from now on."

He laughed. " Funny. Are you gonna retire for real?" he questioned.

" I will, but there is one last shot I need to do the day after tomorrow that I cannot cancel so out of the blue." I replied. " But I want you to be on set with me, to see how everything goes." I proposed.

" Ok." he agreed. I cuddled with him and drifted away, thinking of all the dirty things I wanted to do with him.

The day of the shoot arrived and I was nervous but excited at the same time, not only because it would be my last scene but also because my son would be present to watch it.

We drove to the location which was a luxurious mansion, I had shot here a few times already and I knew exactly where I would find my colleagues and the crew.

We reached the dressing room and my son followed me in, watching as I undressed and put on the costume chosen for the occasion. It was a black dress and a pair of high heels.

" It's not bad." he commented as I spun around to check how my dress fit me from behind.

I looked at him amused. " Just not bad?"

He looked on the floor. " You are extremely sexy." he mumbled.

I laughed. " You're such a good boy." I praised him. I leaned down and pecked his forehead, noticing as he blushed.

I cupped his chin. " Remember, this is all for fun, and you need to remember that."

He nodded solemnly. " I promise to behave."

" Good boy." I kissed him again.

The producer of the film came into the room to fetch me. " Hey Mina, we are all ready for you outside. This will be your last scene, do your best.

I grinned. " Of course." I waved at my son and left the dressing room.

I stepped on set and found my partner for the shoot, the famous 11-inch dick named Jax. He was a tall guy with broad shoulders, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. His cock was so thick that the guys on set used to compare it to a cucumber.

" Hello, Mina." he greeted me with a smile.

I returned it. " Nice to meet you again."

" So, we will be playing as lovers cheating on their spouses and we end up having passionate sex." the producer explained.

" Sounds perfect." I approved, already knowing the script.

" Action!" the director shouted.

The scene began with us dancing and drinking alcohol at the party hosted in the house. It went smoothly until we reached the part where we were meant to kiss passionately and start fooling around.

Everything changed when he slipped his hand into my dress and grabbed my breast. My eyes darted to my son standing behind the camera, he looked surprised by the sudden touch but not upset. He had an odd expression on his face, a mixture of confusion and lust.

The scene proceeds with us groping each other. Jax pinched my nipples and slid his hand up my thigh and to my mound, caressing it through the fabric of my panties. I gasped in pleasure.

I glanced at my son again, he had a hard time hiding his boner and I felt sorry for him. " Sorry honey." I mouthed to him, hoping he could read my lips.

He didn't seem bothered and gestured for me to continue.

We moved to the sofa and the director ordered us to remove our clothes. I obliged stripping out of my dress, leaving me bare apart from my bra and panties. Jax followed my example.

" Let's try some foreplay, Jax can you eat her out." the director said, addressing my partner.

Jax didn't need to be told twice, he pushed me onto the sofa and settled himself in between my legs.

His tongue was very skilled and had me writhing in pleasure within seconds, he licked my labia and my clit, sucking on my nub greedily. I moaned loudly as I felt myself nearing my release.

My hand pushed him deeper into my folds, urging him to go on. He lapped at me eagerly, sending sparks through my body.

I looked at my son again and found him touching himself through his trousers, his face was red in embarrassment. I felt sorry for putting him in that position, but at the same time, it was arousing to see him so affected by the sight of me getting eaten out.

Jax stopped suddenly and my gaze snapped back on him as he kneeled in front of me, holding his throbbing member. " She tastes wonderful." he complimented.

I spread my legs further inviting him to enter me. He plunged into me, stretching me like a rag doll. I arched my back at the sudden invasion and moaned.

" Mina, you have a tight pussy." he grunted. " I'm not even halfway in."

He began thrusting, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size. Once he was fully seated in my channel he picked up his pace, pounding me fiercely.

I moaned at his ministration, my hands clawed at the cushion of the sofa.

" Oh god!" I shouted in pleasure. " Yes! Fuck me like that." I cried out as he hit my spot, rubbing it repeatedly.

My body trembled as he kept ramming me, I was at his complete mercy. My orgasm came overbearingly, causing me to convulse wildly.

He fucked me through my climax, not stopping in the slightest.

He was proving himself to be one of the best actors in the business. " Change position." the director ordered.

We ended up in a reverse cowgirl. My legs were still trembling from the aftershock of my climax but I managed to sit on him, impaling myself on his cock.

I started to bounce on him, rubbing myself against his pelvis. His hands grabbed my tits from behind and kneaded them roughly.

I was getting close again he rubbed my clit with his big fingers, making me clench around his shaft. " Yes!" I screamed, reaching another orgasm.

I collapsed on him, feeling exhausted from the intensity of my climaxes. He lifted me from his member, causing me to whine from the loss of him.

He pushed me face down on the sofa and entered me doggy style.

His thrusts were savage and violent, he pounded me relentlessly. I loved it, the feeling of being owned by him. My body shook as he slammed into me, my tits jiggling.

His hands gripped my waist, keeping me still and preventing me from escaping his onslaught.

" Fuck yes! Give it all to me." I screamed as he drilled into me.

"You adore my fat dick, don't you slut?" he groaned in my ear. I nodded eagerly.

Suddenly he slowed his thrusts and his member started to twitch inside of me. " Ahhh! Cum inside of me!" I shouted, squeezing him tightly.

He moaned and spurted his load into me, coating my insides with his seed. His movements were becoming slower and slower until he stopped entirely. He pulled out of me leaving me empty.

" Cut!" the director announced.

I felt dizzy from the number of climaxes I had reached and tired from the scene. Jax helped me stand up and I thanked him. My gaze wandered searching for my son, finding him sitting far behind the camera and staring at me with an unreadable expression.

He approached me with hesitant steps, avoiding eye contact. " So, you liked it, huh?" I teased him.

" At first yes, while you were still making eye contact with me." he asserted. " But not at all while you two got lost fucking like animals."

I chuckled and patted his head. " Baby, you gotta understand that sex is not all about romance, sometimes you just wanna get lost in the act."

He avoided responding to me and walked back to the car. I pitied him, he must have been hurt by the way I acted during the shoot.

I got cleaned and bid my farewell to all the cast, I found my baby boy playing with his phone while leaning on the car. He barely acknowledged my presence when I sat next to him. I drove back home, not daring to ask him how he felt.

" I'll order some dinner and we can watch a movie together, how does it sound?" I proposed as soon as we were in the safety of our house.

He shrugged and kept on his phone. I decided to give him space and not bother him for the rest of the evening.

I woke up to the sound of a knock on the door. " May I come in?" his voice was low and tender.

I sat up and opened the door. " Of course baby, what are you doing here so late?"

He walked into my room and closed the door behind him. I could smell his cologne, a scent so fresh and enticing. " Can I sleep here tonight?" he asked shyly.

" Of course." I welcomed him.

He hesitated not moving a centimetre. " Baby, if you want to be my partner you gotta be more confident within yourself." I began.

" I quit as you requested, now let me show you how good I am." I added signaling him to lie with me on the bed.

He complied and snuggled next to me. I cupped his face. " Don't you want me, baby?" I whispered seductively.

"I do." he confirmed. I kissed his lips, tasting his sweetness.

" Good. Now, let’s take off these pesky clothes." I cooed.

He stripped quickly, showing me his lean body and his hard dick. It was still impressive considering he hadn't hit puberty yet.

I removed my shirt and panties and straddled him. " Show me what you can do." I dared him.

He held my hips and guided me onto his dick, impaling me easily, I squeaked in shock. He moved his hips under me and I bounced on him, my tits swaying wildly as he pumped into me from below.

I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, feeling the sweat droplets forming on his skin. I pressed my chest to his and kissed him passionately as he fucked me.

He reached up and played with my tits, fondling them gently. I moaned at the pleasure of it all. His finger traced circles around my nipple causing me to shudder.

He picked up speed and his thrusts became more intense, slamming into me repeatedly. I cried out in bliss from his ministrations.

" You are gonna came me cum." I told him staring into his eyes.

His eyes darkened. " I know, you are." he affirmed.

" Yes, baby." I moaned. I rubbed myself against him feeling his thickness fill me.

He grasped my waist and rolled us over, putting himself in control. He pinned me beneath him and fucked me savagely, his thrusts powerful and deep.

" Ahhh!" I cried out, my body shivering in ecstasy. " Make me yours." I begged.

He grunted, his expression twisted in pleasure. " Mine." he muttered. " Only mine."

His body tensed and his cock pulsed inside of me. He growled and spilt himself into me, filling my hole with his load.

I orgasmed around him, squeezing his dick and milking him for more.

We stayed connected for a few moments, breathing heavily, sweat dripping on our bodies.

I rolled my hips around his sensitive length. " You did good, baby." I made him moan. " But mommy demands more."

He sighed happily but concern. " I'll do my best." he promised.

" Oh baby, I won't let you do anything less than your best and more." I rolled us once more. " You stay still and let me take care of you."

He nodded. " Whatever you want."

I began to move my hips slowly, rotating and grinding around his semi-erect cock. His breath hitched in response.

"You want my mouth again?" I teased. He nodded vigorously.

I crawled down his body and took him into my mouth, sucking and licking his head and shaft.

His member grew bigger in my mouth as I pleasured it with my tongue. His hips bucked up as I sucked him, eager for more of me.

He gasped and claimed me on him, I aligned him at my entrance and sank onto him, taking his length in one go.

He cursed at the feeling of my inner walls gripping his hardness. His eyes roamed my body, drinking in the view of me on top of him.

I rocked my hips, taking him deep into my core. His hands kneaded my ass as I bounced on his dick.

I leaned down and kissed him, moaning at the feeling of his tongue in my mouth. He sucked my bottom lip and nibbled on my neck.

I moved my hips faster, increasing the pace of our coupling. His hand reached down and rubbed my clit, causing me to moan louder.

" Yes!" I shouted as he rubbed my bud with his fingers. " You know how to make me feel good."

His hand felt magical on my body, playing my clit. I rode him harder and harder, feeling my orgasm approaching rapidly.

" Baby, try to hold back." I warned him, my body gave in and gushed out a torrent of liquid all over his stomach and cock.

I kept grinding on him through my climax, my muscles clenched around him.

He grunted in pain and pleasure. " Mommy!" he cried out.

I held him still inside of me during my climax.

I leaned in, kissing his lips eagerly. " Bravo, you didn't come yet." I praised him. " Now do all you desire to me."

His eyes darkened in desire. " Turn around." he demanded. I complied, crawling on my hands and knees in front of him.

" Spread your legs." he ordered. I did as told.

" What a beautiful ass you have." he complimented, slapping my cheeks lightly.

I moaned at the sting. " Harder, baby. Spank it."

He obliged smacking me harder, reddening my skin.

" Now, fuck it." I demanded. He didn't hesitate to plunge into me from behind, driving his cock deep inside of me.

His thrusts were brutal and relentless, he slapped my ass every time he bottomed out into me. My pussy clenched around him in pleasure.

" Ohhh!" I screamed.

His grip on my hip tightened as he fucked me wildly, his balls slapping against my thighs. His grunts were becoming more desperate and loud.

I leaned forward, bracing myself on the headboard. He bent over me and grabbed my tits, fondling and twisting them. His hot breath brushed against my ear.

" You like this?" he panted. " Being fucked by your son?"

"Yes." I breathed out. " More." I pleaded.

His fingers found my clit and rubbed it vigorously. I was close to reaching my climax again.

" Cum with me." I ordered.

He didn't argue. " I'm going to cum!" he shouted and slammed into me one last time before he emptied himself inside of me.

I squeezed his cock as he released his seed, milking him for all his worth. He collapsed on top of me, spent.

We remained there for a few minutes, his weight pressing down on me and his breath on my skin. His member still inside of me.

" That was great baby." I praised him.

He rolled off me and we cuddled in bed. " Thanks." he replied.

" You deserve it." I caressed his cheek. " I love you." I admitted.

"And I love you too, mum." he answered me. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, his eyelids drooping shut. I watched him fall asleep, lulled by the rhythm of my heartbeat. I wrapped my arms around him and fell asleep too.

I woke up by the tip of his fingers tracing different paths on my body, his eyes looked at me with utter devotion. " Hi." he greeted me.

We cuddled for a bit, he got more clingy and affectionate than ever. " Baby, you gotta think to find a girlfriend sooner or later." I stated.

He frowned and squeezed my flesh in his hand. " Do not say blasphemous things." he hissed. " I won't leave you alone NEVER."

I smirked. " That's my boy."

Flesh pressed on flesh, as we explored each other’s bodies with carnal abandon. Together we steadily built to a crescendo of ecstasy. Our faces contorted with bliss, our breaths quickened, and our bodies tensed. We were one being, united in our mutual pleasure.

We crested the wave of rapture together. I cried out, overcome with euphoria, as he filled me with his essence. His cries mingled with mine, creating a symphony of passion.

As our bodies calmed, he collapsed on me. We shared a tender kiss, savouring the remnants of our climax. We basked in the glow of our union, our souls entwined in love. Our embrace was eternal, a testament to the depth of our bond. We knew that nothing could ever sever the ties that bound us together.

In the silence that followed, we shared a moment of pure understanding. Our connection transcended the boundaries of familial relations, and we were one in spirit and flesh. Our love was pure, untainted by the judgement of others. We had discovered our brand of heaven, right here on earth.

Together, we embarked on a journey of endless exploration, driven by the burning fire of our desires. Every day brought new experiences, fresh adventures that fueled our passion. Our love thrived in the secrecy of our sanctuary, free from the world's prying eyes.

In our hidden paradise, we indulged in a life of hedonistic pleasures, surrendering ourselves to the whims of our hearts. We revelled in the ecstasy of our love, secure in the knowledge that we were truly, madly, deeply in love.

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faghubby · 3 months ago

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Desire

"Where is my little slut?" Kevin called out as he walked through my front door. I didn't know he was coming over today and rushed to meet him. I dropped to my knees right in the front hall. Quickly reaching into his pants to pull out his cock.

"What is this? You aren't even wearing something pretty for me?" Kevin said pushing me aside. I quickly stripped down to my flower print thong.

"No, no I want you all dressed up sissy" Kevin said as he picked up the TV remote. I grabbed the pile of clothes I had just stripped off and ran upstairs. I quickly dug into my closet choosing a short tight dress I knew he liked. I added a bra, with inserts giving me b cups. And black stay up stockings. I squirted a syringe of lube into my ass. I sat and applied makeup not alot a little blush and lipstick. Slipped on a pair of heels and made my way downstairs.

I returned to Kevin kneeling in front of him. He didn't even look at me as I pulled his cock out. I loved his cock and started to suck the head. After a few minutes. I pulled at his pants he lifted his ass allowing me to remove them completely giving me better access to his balls. I sucked and kissed his balls, licked his cock and finally deep throated all 9 inches of him. I didn't stop until he pumped his load deep down my throat. He still paid me no attention so I stayed on my knees. Massaging his thighs and calves. I was rubbing his feet when he finally looked at me.

"I am going to have my superbowl party here" he told me. I just nodded.

"You should wear a cheerleader outfit, Eagles of course" He smiled. He knew when I used to be a man I didn't like the Eagles. But they where his team.

"You will have to provide refreshments for everyone" he smiled. I knew it wasn't open for discussion.

"How many should I plan for" I asked.

"Let's say 12, but we will see it may be a few more" Kevin lifted his foot to my face. I hated feet, he knows this. I opened my mouth and kissed and sucked his toes. He pulled off his shirt.

"Go get some lotion, I think you should give me a full body massage" I jumped to my feet and ran to get the lotion he liked. He had tossed some pillows on the floor and was lying on his stomach, I started at his shoulders. I massaged him down to his toes. He rolled over and allowed me to do his chest. I got to his abs and his cock was growing again I worked my way down and started to stroke his cock.

"Get on ride it" Kevin said without even opening his eyes. I stood and pulled my panties off and squatted over him I rubbed his cock against my ass then lowered myself onto him. Precum glistened as it leaked from my sissy clit locked in its little cage. I fucked myself riding his cock. My hands on his chest. I moaned and squeaked as his cock rubbed my prostate. He suddenly rolled over taking me with him. He drove his cock in deep and came inside me. He kissed me. And got off of me.

"Now you may have to be a good hostess before I get here for the game. I won't get here till about 30 minutes before kickoff. Taking my wife on a romantic holiday." Kevin explained as he got dressed.

"Are you jealous, I'm not taking you on a romantic holiday?" He asked with a big smile.

"No, I know I am just your slut" I told him looking at the floor. His cum running down the back of my leg.

"Good, now you will take good care of my guest won't you" he smiled and pushed his finger in my mouth. "Yeah that's what I thought" he laughed as I sucked his finger.

"I want an impressive spread not just some chips and crap. Why don't I send you a menu" he said smacking my ass as he left.

Kevin had been fucking me about once or twice a month for years now. He loved to push me further and further. I thought as I picked up my phone and looked up official Eagles cheerleader outfits.

About a week later Kevin sent me a menu and official count of 14 plus him and me. It wasn't over the top menu. Chili, wings, nachos so on typical superbowl food. Beer of course. I also made sure to stock the bar. I got Eagles plates and napkins. Even food colored the cheese for nachos green. I got the cheerleader uniform it wasn't cheap but I did alright didn't really care about the money. I also found a bra and panty set with eagles emblem printed on them.

The day of the game I had everything ready. I was already dressed when the first guest arrived. Henry was one of Kevin's friends I had met several times. He always teased me but all in fun.

"Nice place you got Paula" he said handing me a six pack of beer.

"Thank you, foods in the kitchen. Bathroom thru that door" I told him it was thre hours before kick off he plopped himself in the oversized chair and picked up the remote

"Food, yeah how about you fix me a plate" he told me. I rushed off to do that bringing back a plate with a little bit of everything on it and a beer.

"I know you like big cock, but why don't you help me out before anyone else gets here?" He said phasing like a question. I smiled and knelt before him. He loosened his belt. I pulled his cock out of his pants already hard. He wasn't big. But I didn't care I sucked his 5 inch black cock like I hadn't eaten in days. He loved it. He was so vocal moaning and groaning.

"Holy shit bitch suck my cock" I had his pants around his ankles by the time he came in my mouth. I smiled licked my lips and stood up. Henry had his pants back up and downed his beer before. Tim, Tony and Tony's girlfriend Francine arrived. Knew Tony and Tim as well but had never met Francine who had a million questions for me in the kitchen. She even tried to fix my skirt so it covered my butt but to no avail. Gradually more people arrived. Some I knew bit most I didn't. Tom took over as Host introducing me as Paula. I mostly ran around filling drinks or fetching food. Francine, Linda Max's wife, and Lou ( crossdressing sissy like me) was Eric's date. Helped me in the kitchen. Linda wouldn't let me wait on Max. Making him get up and get himself. And thank me for all my hard work. When Jason arrived he walked straight up to me and dragged me into the pantry in front of everyone. He bent me over a self and pulled my panties down. Without lube or warning he shoved his cock into my ass. I wimpered a little as he started to fuck me with his 7 inch cock. It wasn't the first time Jason had gucked me. Kevin let him have me about 6 months ago. Since then he had fucked me 4 times. He wasn't gentle I knew I was there as a toy, a nothing to please him. He didn't last long never did. I didn't say a word as he tucked his dick back in his pants. The kitchen was empty except for Linda who seemed in distress.

"It's okay I told her, I know my place" I told her.

"No it's not that" she whispered. "Thst was so hot" she made a face. I realized she was rubbing her legs together. I approached and placed my hand between her thighs.

"I cant" she told me.

"Neither can I" lifting my short skirt I showed her my cage. She reached out and caressed it.

"Does it hurt? It's so small" she said I started to rub her crotch her legs spread involuntary. She bit her lip and motioned her head towards the bathroom. I stopped and let her go in first then followed. I knelt on the floor.

"I thought" she said surprised but just slid her leggings and panties down in one motion. I butprued my head between her legs and sucked her clit. She fought hard to be quiet while gripping my head and pulling my hair. She sat on the sink. As she leaned back I licked her ass. She jumped knocking things to the floor. I didn't stop. Till she came hard grinding into my face.

We waited till We where both calm and cleaned up before we opened the door. I peaked out to see Lou. She motioned the all clear. And we came out.

"Naughty girls" Lou giggled.

"That was amazing" Linda smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. The game was about to start and still no Kevin. And then one minute to kickoff in hushes Kevin. I rushed to grab him a drink. As I bring it in he pulls me into his lap. I just sit there as he watches the game. Only moving when Kevin glass is empty. I jump up to refill it. Getting another round for everyone. Lou and Linda helping me.

Linda asked all kinds of questions, to both me and Lou wanted to know about how we got to this point, and Kevin was married was he gay?(very much no, well maybe a little) he needed me to submit to him. His wife and him happy but equal. I was his release to be in control. Even his job he took orders.

I wasn't interested in the game. So spent most of my time in the kitchen. At half time Tony and Tim took Francine upstairs to the spare bedroom. Linda tried to get Max to go upstairs as well after Fracine sex noises soon could be heard thru the house. Max just ignored her. I took Tyler by the hand and follwed Linda into the kitchen. Tyler was the youngster of the group only one under 30. I told Tyler to take Linda. He wasn't sure at first but then approached her. He went to talk. Linds turned to look at him and he panicked and pounced. Kissing her deep. His hands pulling her tight. Linda didn't resist. I motioned to the basement door and Tyler stopped and took her hand leading Linda downstairs. The basement was empty except a pool table. I figured they would figure it out. I accidentally walked in on Eric shoving a massive plug into Lou's ass right in the middle of my Dining room. I went and sat on Kevin's lap.

"You did good" he told me. "Where you naughty?" I looked away shyly then motioned my head towards Henry. Kevin's eyes widened. Then motioned towards Jason and Kevin kinda nodded like he knew that already. Then leaned in and whispered "Linda " in his ear, I felt his cock twitch and smiled. Everyone returned before the second half started. I found myself sitting between Kevin and one of his work friends Malcolm. I noticed Malcolm had an erection as he seemed to be watching Linda more then the game. I motioned Kevin to look thinking it funny. Kevin made a motion that I should jerk him off. Here in front of everyone. So I slid my hand over Malcolm's leg. He turned and looked at me as i spread a blanket over his lap. Malcolm mist of been mid 50s. I rubbed his hard cock thru his jeans. As he watched Linda. I unbuckled his pants and soon had his cock in my hand. As I stroked him Linda noticed him watching and spread her legs. She wore no panties and gave Malcolm a full show. I soon had Malcolm close but not wanting to make a mess on him. Just then there was a reat play. I took the chance to duck under the blanket and wrap my lips around hos cock swallowing his load. If anyone noticed they didn't show it.

By the time the game was over half where to drunk. Lou was having trouble walking it seemed everytime someone scored Eric stuffed a large plug in lous ass. Linda showed me she had saved Tyler number in her phone as she drove Max home. Everything was pretty much put away. Some cleaning up to do. But Kevin dragged me up to bed. Tossed me on the bed and mounted me from behind. Just pulling my panties to the side. I don't know if it was the beer, or the fact he just came back from a romantic vacation with his lovely wife. But he couldn't finish. He pulled out and opened the toy drawer.

"Show me what Francine did" he smiled I took one big cock and sucked on it then another and attached it to a chair. I rode the toy and sucked the other while he watched. I looked up a minute later and he was asleep. I crawled into bed and slept next to him.

I woke to Kevin on top of me his hand around my throat he chocked me as he fucked me hard and fast.

"Such a good slut" Kevintold me as he pulled out and came all over my face before he headed to the shower. I laid there licking my lips dreaming of the next party with Kevin's friends.

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duskidolsmut · 1 month ago

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"The Rosé Wet Throne"

Background: Rosé had just played a show at GMO Sonic

W: 1.432

The air backstage at GMO Sonic was still pulsing with the frenetic energy of the concert. The sound of screaming fans echoed in the distance as Rosé walked through the dressing room corridors with a mischievous smile on her lips. Her outfit, a white cropped top revealing her defined belly, high-waisted black dress pants and a loose tie hanging around her neck as if it had been undone by eager hands.

You, a lucky fan who had gained backstage access, stood there, trying to keep your composure at the sight. Rosé spotted you from afar, her eyes shining with a mixture of mischief and curiosity. She approached, the heels of her shoes echoing on the floor, and stopped right in front of you, so close that you could smell the sweet, provocative perfume she wore.

“So, you're the fan who thinks you can keep up with me?” - she said, her voice husky and laden with a challenging tone. She tilted her head, biting the corner of her lip as she looked you up and down, as if undressing you with her eyes. - “I just set that stage on fire, but between you and me… my real performance hasn't started yet.”

She took a step forward, her loose tie brushing against your chest as she leaned in to whisper in your ear: “I want to see if you can take it, because I'm not kidding. My energy never stops, and my libido…” - she laughed low, an almost feline sound - “…let's just say she's screaming for someone who can follow me.”

Rosé pulled away a little, just enough to face you again, a naughty smile playing on her lips. “So, are you just going to watch or are you going to show me that you've got the fire to play this game with me?” She ran her tongue slowly over her lips, clearly enjoying the tension she was creating, her body almost begging for an answer as daring as her own.

But she didn't wait for his answer. With a look that mixed command and desire, she grabbed your hand, fingers warm and firm, and pulled you down the narrow corridor to the door of her dressing room.

“Come on, baby, let me show you what a real performance is,” she said, her voice laden with dirty promises as she opened the door and pushed you inside with a teasing little shove.

The dressing room was small, but the heat of her presence made the space stifling. She locked the door with an audible click, turning to you with a predatory smile. “Sit there,” she ordered, pointing to a chair in the corner, her authoritative tone making your body react before you could even think. You obeyed, and she laughed, satisfied.

“Good boy. You like following orders, don't you? Let's see how far you can take it.”

Rosé picked up a bottle of water from the dressing table, her eyes fixed on yours as she slowly unscrewed the cap, almost like a striptease. “I'm so thirsty after that show,” she muttered, bringing the bottle to her lips and drinking in long gulps, the water running down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her white cropped top and leaving the fabric almost transparent against her skin. She moaned low, an exaggerated, teasing sound, as she threw her head back.

“Hmm, delicious… but you know what I like best? Relieving myself in a… very wet way.”

She tossed the empty bottle aside and began to roll over, her hands sliding down the high waistband of her dress pants, down to her thighs. Her black jacket fell to the floor, revealing more of her body as she danced, her hips gyrating in slow, hypnotic movements. “See that?” she asked, her voice hoarse, as she approached, stopping right in front of her. “I'm the kind of girl who doesn't hold back. And I know you're dying to see how far I'll go.”

Suddenly, she stopped, her legs slightly spread, and looked at you with a twinkle in her eye. “I drank so much water today… it's all accumulated here,” she said, sliding her hand down her belly to the waistband of her pants, pressing lightly. “Do you want to see what I look like when I can't take it anymore? Go ahead and ask. Ask your queen to show you.”

You barely managed to reply, your throat dry, but she didn't need permission. With a loud, theatrical moan, Rosé relaxed her body, and soon saw the dark fabric of her pants begin to shine, moistening as hot urine ran down her legs. She threw her head back, the moans of pleasure and relief echoing in the dressing room as the liquid formed a puddle at her feet. “Ahh, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned, her eyes squinted, one hand squeezing her own breast over her cropped top. “Look what I do when I let go… do you like seeing me like this, all wet for you?”

She bent down, coming face to face with you, the tie dangling over her lap. “I rule this game, baby,” she whispered, her scent enveloping you as she licked her lips. “And you? Are you ready to drown in my hard-on or are you just going to stand there, drooling like an obedient puppy?”

Rosé laughed, standing up again, the liquid still dripping from her legs as she wiggled her hips. “That's just the start of my performance. Do you want more? Then tell me what you want your queen to do now.”

Rosé stared at you with a debauched smile, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of contempt and excitement. She took a step forward, the wet floor crunching under her feet, and pointed an accusing finger in your direction. “Look at you, all hard and pathetic,” she said, her voice sharp and laced with sarcasm. “You'll never satisfy me like that, you know that? That hungry puppy dog look of yours doesn't even come close to what I need.”

She laughed out loud, a cruel and seductive sound, as she bent down to grab you by the shirt, pulling you out of the chair with force. “But you know what? I'll give you a chance to get dirty with me,” she teased, unceremoniously dumping you on the soaked floor. The warm liquid from the puddle she had left splashed around you, wetting your clothes as she climbed on top of you, her still-damp thighs pressing against your body.

“You're my little toy now,” she whispered, tearing at your shirt with her sharp nails as she rubbed herself against you, the wet fabric of her pants rubbing against your skin. She moved her hands down to the waistband of her own pants, unzipping them with one swift movement and getting rid of them, leaving only her cropped top and loose tie dangling. “See that?” he asked, laughing as he tossed his hair back. “I tell you the rhythm, and you just obey.”

Without warning, she positioned herself over you, guiding you inside her with a precision that made you gasp. The sex was immediate, wet and wild, the sound of bodies colliding mixed with the splashes of the soaked floor. Rosé moaned loudly, but between the moans came taunts: “That's all you've got, huh? Weak… I'll break you in two minutes!” She rolled over hard, the liquid running down her legs and splashing on both of them, the heat and humidity making everything slippery and chaotic.

She grabbed your neck with one hand, the dangling tie rubbing your face as she completely dominated you. “Look at me while I use you,” she ordered, her eyes wide with pleasure and power. “You're just a floor for me to walk on, but at least make me cum before I throw you away.” Her rhythm was relentless, the moans mixing with giggles as she pushed you to the limit, the wet floor reflecting the dim light of the dressing room.

Suddenly, she squeezed harder, her body shaking as she climaxed, screaming your name with a debauched tone. “Fuck, give it all to me!” she demanded, before leaning down to bite your shoulder, marking you as the liquid still dripped from her, mixing with the sweat and mess you had both become.

Exhausted but still in control, she stood up, looking down at you with a cocky smile. “Not bad for a wimp,” she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with her finger. “But next time, I want more. Are you ready to beg me for another round?”

#kpop smut #blackpink smut #rose smut

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vampiree-555 · 10 months ago

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"Please, I need it." part 2

c.s - drvgdealer

contains: smut , p! in v! , unprotected (wrap it folks) , dom!chris , sub!reader , oral fem!receiving , creampie , fem!reader , angst! , weed , alcohol , partying

part 1

a/n: sorry this took so long babes! im gonna start to make this into a series and will def make more oneshots. please give me suggestions and also let me know if you wanna be in my taglist! i hope yall enjoy! sorry it took so long 🤍

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I watched Chris walk out my apartment, slamming the door behind him, disappearing into the night.

"Don't text me again." repeated in my head constantly. I sat there, completely naked, still trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened. I gathered all my clothes that were sprawled out onto the floor and went to my shower, which I desperately needed.

I laid in my bed for the rest of the night, aimlessly scrolling on my phone, though I was continually puzzled by the earlier events.

I opened my messages and hovered above Chris' contact. He said to not text him again, but should I really listen?

I clicked his contact and typed away at my keyboard.

╰┈➤ texting

y/n : chris wtf was that

I sent the message but it immediately turned green.

"HE BLOCKED ME?" i shot up in my bed and yelled out in udder disbelief.

I opened instagram and searched up his username.

"user not found" now I was getting upset.

The last thing I had was snapchat. I reluctantly clicked on the app and scrolled to his name. Next to it sat a tiny x.

*timeskip*

"He blocked me on everything." I echoed through the phone to my best friend, Kailee.

"Girl that's weird as fuck. He really is gonna fuck you and then dip before letting you finish AND block you on everything? I always had a bad vibe about him." Kailee said in an obnoxious tone.

"I just want to get drunk and go out. Do you think we could go to that new club?" I spoke enthusiastically as I glued on the last of my press on nails to my fingers.

Kailee looked up at the phone with a small smirk and bit her lip. I knew she had been wanting to go for a while but I always shut her down simply because I was tired. Now, I needed a distraction.

"Hell yeah! Get ready and I'll come over in like an hour, then we can uber there!" She said in her usual excited tone.

We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone before I jumped into the shower, quickly shaving and cleaning myself.

I ran to my closet to pick my outfit. I settled on my black, long sleeve, off the shoulder, skin tight shirt and a matching pleated, black mini skirt, that perfectly showed off just enough of my ass.

I set the outfit on my bed and went to my vanity to start on my makeup. I decided to do a more natural look with a smoked out black wing and a brown lip.

Before I knew it, Kailee waltzed into my apartment and barged into my bedroom in her own hot, slutty, outfit.

"I brought pre-game!" she spoke as she pulled out two small shot glasses of Svedka vodka and set them each on the bed, next to my chosen outfit.

i quickly changed into my chosen outfit and added a pair of black platform heels. before Kailee and I left for the club, we both took our own shots of the vodka Kailee brought, both of us making gross faces to the taste.

We got into our uber once it arrived and made our way to the Aether Lounge club.

Flashing neon lights of all colors surrounded me. It was so dark you could barely see any faces in the crowded room. All you heard was that one song, Needed me, by Rihanna. The smell of sweating bodies, weed, and alcohol filled my nose the deeper we went into the crowd. Girls danced the night away as guys desperately tried to dance with the drunken girls though getting shoved away.

Kailee and I made our way to the bar, both ordering vodka redbulls. I took maybe one sip of my drink before I was sucked into the sweaty crowd by my best friend. We both let the alcohol take over our bodies as we became more sloppy with our movements the more we drank.

The lights added a euphoric sensation while it seemed everything moved in slow motion. I was down at least 6 vodka redbulls along with 3 shots of Jameson.

As the night went on I spent most of my time dancing with Kailee just having fun. Suddenly, I felt firm and large hands grab my waist.

They were cold and the fact they had metal rings on made me shiver against their touch. I quickly turned around to see a familiar silhouette standing above me. I followed his body carefully up to his shoulders, then his neck, to his jawline, eventually to those cold and piercing blue eyes.

I felt my heart rate skyrocket as a sly grin showed on his face. Chris.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" he spoke so smoothly. I could smell every ounce of alcohol and weed on his breath as he muttered into my ear.

I escaped from his tight grasp and slipped out the crowd to a more private and secluded part of the club. Chris knowingly, followed me.

I turned to face him with a scowl. I gritted my teeth as I threw my arms up in defeat and confusion.

It had been weeks since the last time we saw each other last and his last words to me were to "never contact him again". So what the hell was he doing here?

"What the fuck are you doing Chris? You told me to never contact you again. Are you following me? What do you want?". I was already angry with him and the fact that I had been drinking was not much help to deescalate the situation.

"I missed you, ma. I saw you dancing and thought I should probably speak to you because of what happened. And no, by the way. I'm not following you. I wanted to apologize for what happened but you have to understand I did it for your own sake." his words came out slurred every now and then and though I was impaired... I could still tell he meant it.

I folded my arms and shook my head as I scoffed at him.

"For my own sake? I'm the only one that can determine what's good and what's bad for me, Chris. You have to right to try and tell me what's good or bad for me." I wanted to scream at him. "You didn't have to block me on everything."

He rolled his eyes and licked his teeth.

"Y/n, last time I told you to not text me again and I didn't block you, you still texted me. So again I did it for your own well being. And when it comes to us... I do have say in what's good or bad for you." he retaliated.

I looked at him with an offended expression.

"Us?" i questioned. "There is no us. You and I are not an item and never have been. What happened last time was a mistake and it never should've happened."

Chris looked almost offended and hurt at my words. Instead he responded in anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me y/n?! You don't understand what's going on. How can you be so goddamn ignorant and oblivious to everything that's happening around you?! I shouldn't even be speaking to you right now but I am because I love you!" his chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily.

I rose my eyebrows and turned my lip up. My mouth fell open as I stared at him. I felt the heat in my chest rise and I just wanted to rip my hair out.

"Y/n. There's bad people out there who want to get to me through you. I had to cut contact with you after the first time to protect you but obviously didn't work. Being a dealer is not a safe job and being with me is too dangerous for both of us."

I just shook my head and began to walk away from him. I grabbed my phone and pulled up Kailee's contact. I told her I was going home early because I was exhausted and didn't feel good.

I walked outside and the fresh, cool air felt amazing against my skin. I closed my eyes to take it in before I felt someone grab my hand. I opened my eyes to face the man I had just been arguing with.

"Chris this is ridiculous. You sound ridiculous." I was cut off by his lips crashing against mine. I once again, did not pull away. I let our lips dance together until the burning sensation to breathe was hurting me.

I swallowed harshly while I looked up at him with my doe eyes. He placed his finger under my chin as he admired my features with his eyes that seemed to have turned soft instead of the cold blue that stabbed daggers into you.

"I called us an uber. It'll be here soon." He spoke so softly that it seemed to soothe me. I hadn't realized how tense I was until just now.

Pretty soon a black car pulled up and I followed Chris to the car. He opened the back door for me and helped me in before following suit.

It was a short ride that I don't remember much of. Only just the fact that Chris kept staring at me though I tried my best to ignore it. I looked out the window but could still feel his eyes watching me and my every move.

We stopped in front of an apartment building. My apartment building. I followed Chris out the vehicle as I thanked the driver.

"Go home y/n." he spoke so softly yet so sternly.

I only stared up at him for a few seconds though it felt like minutes. I was contemplating in my head and weighing out my decisions as I looked deeply into his eyes.

I never saw Chris during the day. It was only at night. If his eyes were still so bright at night, I could only imagine how captivating they were during the day.

"Come inside."

He cocked his head at me and chuckled.

"Y/n... you're drunk." he retaliated.

"Come on. I never finished last time... let's see if you can do it this time." i winked and smirked at him as i spoke. He seemed surprised at my actions though he still agreed. He rolled his eyes and scoffed as he followed me into my apartment.

Before I was even able to set my bag down or take off my painful shoes I was thrown against the wall. Chris held my hips to pin me in that position as he attacked my own lips with his.

Chris pushed his tongue against my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth to give him full access to freely explore my mouth. I moaned softly into his mouth with the passionate kiss.

He removed me from the wall and instead led me to the kitchen where he bent me over the cold countertop, sending shivers across my body.

Chris lifted my short skirt to expose my bare ass. I could sense the sly smirk on his face when he noticed I was not wearing any underwear.

"Who did you plan to fuck tonight, baby?" i heard that stupid ass smile in his voice. i rolled my eyes and groaned.

He slapped my ass that left a burning sensation. "Who do you belong to y/n?" he said in a deep and possessive voice. i gulped before looking back at him. his eyes were dark and angry but still so bright and soft.

"you. i belong to you." he nodded his head and practically ripped off his own pants and underwear.

just as before he entered into me ruthlessly and kept his fast and hard pace.

considering it had weeks since i last had sex i was so not used to his size. i winced in pain but that same pain slowly began turning into pleasure.

Chris tucked his left hand under my jaw and tilted my head up while with his right hand he held tightly onto my hip as he fucked me relentlessly.

i could feel as i got closer to my climax and Chris could tell when my moans and whines got more sloppy. i tightened around him which elicited groans from the man.

with only a few more thrusts from Chris i felt him coat my walls while i coated him with my own liquids.

he flipped me over to face him and he lifted me onto the counter, forcing my legs opened. i held myself up with my right hand while my left went straight to Chris's hair as he knelt down in between my legs.

without warning he inserted his middle and ring finger into me causing loud moans to escape my mouth. he used his tongue to circle around my clit. i gripped tightly onto his brown locks and leaned my head back in pleasure. i removed my hand from underneath me and laid back fully on the counter.

chris wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me still. my core tightened when he sucked onto my clit and used his tongue to lick my folds.

he removed his mouth from in between my thighs and smirked that stupid smirk. "All clean baby."

i stared up at the ceiling while my chest rose and fell at a fast pace. i heard chris slip back into his own clothes and i quickly sat up on my elbows.

"You're leaving again?" chris tilted his head and softly chuckled. i furrowed my eyebrows at him and felt a heat rise in my chest from anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he widened his eyes in surprise at my sudden outburst.

i jumped off the counter and stood in front of him.

"You cannot just tell me to never text you again and then you randomly come back, fuck me in my kitchen, and then leave!" i felt my eyes start to well up with tears as i glared at the taller in front of me.

he shook his head and gritted his teeth while looking off to the side. "I already told you this y/n. I'm leaving you to protect you."

"Then fucking leave! Do not just come back and make me get attached to you!!" the tears rolled down my cheeks as i continued my yelling. i choked on my own words.

"If you want to protect me then stop coming back!" i could see Chris getting angry too. his nostrils flared and grinded his jaw.

he looked down at me and noticed my red cheeks and tear swollen eyes. i could see guilt fill his eyes. he knew he had gone too far.

"Please listen to me y/n... I'm only leaving because I have to go meet with someone." he paused and took a deep breath before continuing.

"After this job, I'm done. I'll meet with some people and tell them I'm out... okay?" he cuffed my cheek in his hand as he wiped my tears with his thumb. "I promise."

I looked at the man standing over me. I couldn't say anything. i relaxed in his touch.

"Go take a bath, just relax, and I'll be back in about 2 hours." he spoke so softly I could hardly hear him. he placed a sweet and lustrous kiss on my lips before he left my apartment.

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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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Who Thought | Mark Estapa

summary: wanting to get Marks attention is something you never thought would land you in his bed.

prompt: “you two were practically made for each other.”

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, swearing, drinking.

word count: 2.41k

authors note: not often do I pay myself on the back after writing smut but i am seriously proud of this one. I almost sent @hischierhaze the entire thing I was so excited for people to see it. If you want to see more from the 500 celly you can do so here!

Everyone knew you were off limits.

Nick had told everyone the moment you walked onto that campus as a freshman when he was a junior that if they went for you they would have been as good as dead. Yet as he graduated some of the boys began to fancy their chances as they started trying to make moves on you. But you never cared for them as they never came from the one boy who you wanted them from.

Mark had been your partner during freshman orientation and from that moment the two of you hit it off. So to learn that he was in some of your classes too only meant all that much more to you as within months the two of you became friends.

Both of you had been with other people during the first two years of college but now as you were both finally single you prayed he’d finally see you the same way you saw him.

So that was how you landed up in your dorm curling your hair as your friends picked out your outfit “you always look unforgettable in this one!” Josie squealed as she handed you your blue bodycon dress “you sure he’s gonna like it?” Nerves ran through your body as you smacked your lips together fixing the ends of your hair in the process.

Clara nodded as she placed her hand on your shoulder “you two were practically made for each other y/n.” Your two best friends watched how you were able to bounce off of his energy and how you two were known as the couple who weren’t dating “maybe I shouldn’t do this.” Your words were met with another seltzer as the girls were doing predrinking in your dorm.

You were helped up as the dress was placed over your arm “go get dressed because once he sees you he won’t be able to get enough of you.” Josie explained as she tapped your nose making it scrunch.

Little did you know just how right they were. Mark hadn’t let his eyes leave your body from the moment you walked in and got pulled into a conversation with Luca he hated how you stuck to the sophomores side. The way your dress hugged the curves of your body and settled just over your ass would have made Nick kill you if he saw you in it. But tonight almost every guy found themselves taking a second look at you.

You had landed up playing against Mark and Ethan in a game of beer pong and at one point it seemed to be a game between you and Mark. It was the constant glares and smirks as the other person got their balls into the silo cups “drink up princess.” Mark smirked watching the ping pong ball land in the cup as it splashed the beer around the table.

It didn’t take you long to wrap your fingers around the cup as you chugged the dry drink not caring that it dripped down the sides of your mouth as you finished it “your turn Estapa.” You pointed out as you steadied yourself to throw the ball.

Luca met you with a celebration as he raised his hands to high five yours “there you go baby.” The Fantilli boy laughed as he wrapped his hands around your waist lifting you up in the process.

That was surprisingly not your first attempt to get Marks attention. As Mark pushed past you after the game all of a sudden your game plan changed “since when has he had an issue with you?” Luca asked crossing his arms not noticing the way your confused expression turned to a smirk “just a rough day I guess?” You shrugged noting how Mark was staring at you as he listened to something that another girl said.

The night had begun to grow old as you moved to the dance floor with a different boy and as alcohol began to cloud your judgement you let yourself dance against one of the guys on the football team. Mark let himself stare as his fists were clenched.

As tough as it was he let himself watch until you were pulled towards the staircase “I don’t think so.” Your blood went cold as you turned to see Mark stood with his hand on your shoulder.

It made the older boy laugh “don’t think that’s what she would want is it?” He stared down at you making you feel small. As both boys waited for your answer you couldn’t help but sigh “I’m gonna go with Mark.” You knew it was the best as he would have gone to Nick to tell him all about what you had done.

The boy next you didn’t stay for long as you glared at Mark “what are you trying to play at?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you crossed your arms.

Sure you wanted Marks attention on you but in this moment it felt like he was trying to protect you rather than trying to make a move on you “I’m trying to protect you!” His words made you scowl as the two of you pushed passed people to get to the door “god I’m an idiot.” You laughed thinking that he actually could have wanted you.

Mark had to remain hot on your tail all the way until the cool Michigan air hit your face “you make me sick.” As the words left your mouth it made him grab your hand as he pulled you close making your chest hit his “you wouldn’t have a clue how much I think about you.” Mark mumbled looking down at you.

It made you blink “then why the hell don’t you fucking act like that!” As you scoffed it all of a sudden made Mark smirk “you want me to show you how much I think about you?” He licked his lips as you nodded.

He didn’t wait for a second more to go by as the hockey player leaned down to kiss you “you’re gonna get me killed.” Mark moaned using his free hand to cup your cheek so that he could kiss you. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue ran over your lips as he kissed you.

The two of you stayed there for a few more moments until you pulled away “I need you Mark, please.” Those words rang through his ears all the way until he pushed you into his room “god you’re gorgeous.” Mark groaned watching as you dropped to his bed.

It didn’t take him long to join you as he continued to let nip at the skin on your neck “Mark.” You whined leaning up to bring his head to yours “I need to taste you.” His words made you moan as you shifted up the bed allowing his hands to travel down your legs.

Mark kissed down your thighs making sure to be painfully slow as he loved each of your legs “god.” You propped yourself up on your elbows as your head dropped feeling your thighs tense.

He watched you as the light from the street lamps stared illuminated your face “is that what you wanted all along? My attention.” His words were soft as his breath fanned against your thong causing your hands to clench into fists.

As your body shook Mark hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties allowing him to pull them down “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He mumbled finally being faced with your bare cunt “if I was with James I would have already-” Mark didn’t let you finish your words as he licked a stripe up your slit making you yelp.

His hands locked around your thighs trapping you on your spot “dear god.” You gasped slapping your hand over your mouth in an attempt to suppress your moans.

Mark smirked as he pressed a kiss against your clit “it’s just me pretty girl.” The nickname make your body turn to jelly “you’ve got such a sweet cunt.” He mumbled to himself as his tongue swirled around your clit.

You felt trapped as your fingers locked locked in his hair “don’t stop.” You begged feeling his fingers thrust into your cunt “Mark you’re so-” you cut yourself off with a moan as you grinded your hips against his face with the little bit of movement that you could do.

He felt himself grow hard as he replaced his tongue with his free fingers “you know how easily you could have had this?” Mark asked as he kissed the inside of your thigh “all you had to do was be a good girl and come to me.” Your cunt clenched at his words as your cheeks turned red.

The air in the room felt humid as his eyes practically took you apart piece by piece “but instead you wanted to play the hard game huh?” The hockey player curved his fingers causing them to hit deeper into your core “asked you a question sweets.” As the wheels in your brain began to visually turn again Mark lowered his lips back down to your clit as his mind began to grow jealous of what his fingers were doing.

You moaned as your mouth grew wet much like your soaked cunt that Mark treated like his last meal “just wanted your attention.” You mumbled feeling a wave of embarrassment coarsed through your veins as you felt your legs shake.

It made you feel like a fool as you came ever so closer to your high “look at you now having it and you can’t even handle it.” Mark laughed as his nose hit your clit “ah!” You gasped grasping at the sheet beneath you.

Mark wasn’t an idiot, the way your breathing became uneven and how the way you drove your hips became ever more desperate as you clenched your cunt with all of your strength. It was clear, you were close “I’m gonna.” You coughed using your strength to look at him.

What you didn’t expect was that Mark responded by dropping your legs to the side as he retracted himself from the bed earning a whine from your lips “surely you didn’t think I’d let you get away with acting like that this easily?”Mark laughed at you as you nodded swearing that Mark would have been good to you.

But before you could complain further his arms raised the ends of his shirt up to let you see his abs “you like what you see baby?” Mark smirked as you tilted your head up to nod. It took him a few seconds to get down to you as he kneeled in the gap between your legs “please Mark.” Your whines for the first time were met with him actually listening to you as he helped you get out of your dress as he bunched it around your waist “gonna make you feel so good.” His words echoed through your ears as you lay your head down against the mattress.

The sound of his belt unbuckling as his jeans dropped to the floor it made you gulp as you saw him grab the condom “been waiting for this for months baby.” Mark groaned as he teased your clit with the covered head of his cock “Jesus!” You moaned as his cock stretched your cunt out making sure to bottom you out as his torso hit your clit.

It made Mark grunt as his hand pressed against the mattress above you “you only got me in here pretty girl.” The hockey player kissed your neck letting his lips nip at the skin “need you to move.” You begged tapping his arms as you pushed against the sheet of his bed.

His thrusts began as your legs found themselves perfectly locked around his hips “Mark.” You whined feeling his chain hit your chin as he repositioned himself to hover over you.

With each move of his cock it seemed that he was hitting a deeper part of your cunt “making me feel so full.” Your hands found themselves against his back as your nails raked over the skin “god this cunt is perfect.” Marks compliment made you whine in a respond as your lips formed a pout attempting to find his lips.

Your nipples throbbed against the fabric of your dress making you only care about getting your first orgasm of the night “made for you.” You moaned as your eyes screwed shut struggling to remain focused “all yours Mark all yours.” Those words made Mark swear that he was going to die.

Mark groaned feeling your cunt clench around his cock “if you don’t shut up I’m gonna come.” He warned as his free hand went to your clit to try to help you come before him “‘m sorry.” You frowned as your words got caught in your throat.

It made Mark smirk as he shook his head “such a sweet baby aren’t you.” Mark cooed brushing his lips over yours “being such a good girl for me.” He groaned feeling your hands scratch his back sure to leave a mark.

The room felt sweaty as his hands were on you and your moans painted the walls of it “I’m close Mark.” You announced forcing your head against the pillow beneath you “want you to let the whole house hear how good I make you feel.” His words weren’t done kind of request, they were ordering you to be vocal and you weren’t going to deny him of that right.

Your throat felt raw as you cried “please don’t stop Mark.” You begged squeezing your legs tighter around his waist “right there oh!” You cried as you came feeling your body writhe between the boy and his sheets as your eyes screwed shut.

Marks orgasm wasn’t far behind as your cunts sporadic movements made his throbbing cock coat his load into the inside of his condom “that was hot.” You blurted out feeling his lips kiss your shoulder.

As he slid his cock out of your cunt your body shook “I’m just gonna get you a cloth.” Mark explained as he smiled getting up to see you still in your fucked out state as you lay on his bed barely nodding in the process.

Seeing you like that honestly made his day as Mark knew that he had you in just the way he wanted.

#ambers 500 celly #mark estapa smut #mark estapa imagines #imagines #oneshots #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey smut #umich smut #umich imagines #amber writes fics

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oizysian · 1 year ago

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IV. ALL THAT YOU LOVE

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

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It was early in the afternoon when I heard my phone go off. I groaned, the sun blinding me as I turned over and opened my eyes, trying to locate my phone. I reached over to the coffee table in front of me and grabbed for it, falling off the pullout couch I was laying on as I did so.

"Fuck." I let out a groan, grabbing at my shoulder and sitting up.

After rubbing the temporary hurt, I picked up the phone and checked who was texting me.

???: Hey, Y/N! It's Lizzie! Do you still wanna meet up for lunch? I know a cute little bistro by your hotel if you're interested. Let me know, okay?

It took me a moment to register what I was seeing before realizing that it was Elizabeth texting me about our lunch date. No, stupid, not a date - she's married, stop that.

I checked the time, nearly 10:30am. I sighed and sat up against the couch, eyeing the bed where Brie was still asleep. What was I gonna do about her? Maybe I'd bring her some food back if she wasn't up by the time I was ready to leave.

With a little bit of a struggle, I got up from the floor, my body stiff and my head still spinning a little bit. Even though I had way less to drink than Brie did, I still had a little bit of a hangover. She was gonna have the worst headache of her life when she woke up.

I went into the bathroom, splashing some water on my face to wake myself up. This was the day I'd been waiting for forever. The woman who I had the biggest crush in the world on, who I had just met last night, was meeting me for lunch. I had to be on the top of my game.

I brushed my teeth and got dressed, deciding on a simple outfit, not much different than the one I wore the night prior. I took two aspirin and a glass of water and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed on the side closest to Brie so that when she woke up, she'd see it and maybe it would lessen her hangover. Maybe.

As I was putting on my shoes, my phone went off again. It was Elizabeth letting me know she was downstairs. Okay, this was it. I could do this.

I took a deep breath and collected my belongings. I looked back at Brie to see if she had woken up and when I was absolutely sure she was still asleep, I left, closing the door behind myself as quietly as I possibly could.

I nearly ran down the hall towards the elevator, beyond excited to be meeting Elizabeth fucking Olsen for lunch. I got in the elevator, wringing my hands nervously as I quickly approached the lobby.

Don't say something stupid, don't say something stupid.

I held my breath as the doors opened. I stepped out, discreetly looking around for her as I exited the building.

"Y/N! Hey!" I heard a feminine voice call me and I turned to see Elizabeth waving at me just a few feet away from where I was standing.

"Hey." I greeted her back, walking up to her and only being slightly surprised at the giant hug she gave me as a hello.

"I'm so glad you decided to have lunch with me before you left for New York."

"How could I say no?" I smiled at her and she linked her arm with my own, leading me down the street.

I looked down at our arms interlocked and I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest. This closeness was a lot to take in.

"This place makes the best sandwiches and the coffee is to die for. Do you like coffee?" She asked me and I nodded.

"Iced mostly, but I drink it."

"Me too. I love iced coffee. And smoothies. Pretty much anything cold. Especially ice cream."

"I love ice cream." I smiled at her enthusiasm, wondering where she got all this energy from so early in the day.

"What's your favorite flavor?"

"Hm ... jamoca almond fudge. A Baskin Robbins exclusive. What's yours?"

"Pumpkin. Or caramel crunch. With toffee."

"Pumpkin?" I make a face. "Yuck. Absolutely yucky."

"No!" She cried out, tugging on my arm. "You have to try it! There's a place in the east village that has the absolute best pumpkin flavored ice cream!"

"I'm not sure how I feel about pumpkin flavored anything." I chuckled, watching as she pouted at my words.

"Please, just once! Come with me to get pumpkin ice cream, you won't regret it, I promise."

I looked at her for a split second and nodded, giving in rather easily. Even though the thought and idea of pumpkin flavored ice cream disgusted me to my very core, I would try it for her.

"Next time you're in New York we can try it."

"Yes!" She cheered, bouncing slightly on her toes as we continued to walk.

Before I had a chance to respond we had arrived at our destination. She led me inside and spoke to the hostess, confirming her reservation and she led us to a secluded table outside where we got comfortable and started looking at the menu.

"Everything sounds so good." I murmured to myself, flipping between the lunch section and the drinks.

"This is what I recommend."

She pointed out a few items and I hesitantly chose one that she picked out, wanting to try something new but afraid of my pickiness getting in the way.

"You'll love it. The chicken here is so good."

"I trust you, Elizabeth. I know you won't steer me wrong."

"Call me Lizzie. People only call me Elizabeth in a professional sense."

"Okay. I trust you, Lizzie."

She smiled brightly at me and I nervously took a sip of my water. Damn, why did she have to be so cute.

"So, tell me more about your video games."

"I can only tell you about how much I love them, 'cos that's all I know."

She giggled, resting her chin in her hand and leaning her elbow on the table.

"Are video games all that you love?"

I blushed slightly, shaking my head at her words.

"No, I love other things too."

"Oh? Like what?"

You.

"Sleeping. I sleep a lot."

"Mm, I wish I could say that." She looked at me for a moment before speaking again. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

"Girlfriend?"

I shook my head again.

"I'm very single. I haven't had a girlfriend for quite a few years."

She nodded at my words and leaned back in her seat when the waiter arrived to take our order. She waited for them to leave before striking up the conversation again.

"You seem really close to Brie." She was no longer looking at me, her attention now on the glass of water in front of her. "Do you guys ... like each other?"

What an odd question. I took a moment to think about it before answering her. Did I like Brie? Of course I did, but did I want to date her? I mean, maybe if I had met her before knowing about the existence of Elizabeth. I had a huge crush on her and despite the fact that I had only just met her, I got butterflies when she was around and I just didn't feel that way about Brie.

"Not like that. On my end, at least. I can't speak for Brie."

She nodded in understanding, taking a sip of her water.

"I would've guessed differently from the way you were both acting yesterday."

"Yeah, I know." I smiled slightly. "We're just really good friends. We have a lot of the same interests and she's a really great person to hang out with."

"Maybe I should get to know her more myself." She spoke and I nodded.

"You could always play video games with us. We could teach you Mario Kart."

"Oh, I love Mario! I wanna play as Princess Peach."

"I usually play as baby Daisy. Brie seems like a Dry Bones kinda guy."

"Dry Bones?" She questioned and I realized that she probably hadn't played any Mario games with the newer characters in them.

"We gotta catch you up with Mario lore." I laughed and she scrunched up her nose in amusement.

"I think that'll be fun."

We ate our lunch, chatting about nothing and everything. She insisted on paying and I let her, but only after she promised she'd let me pay when she came to visit New York. I bought Brie something small to eat and we left, her arm linked with mine once again as we made our way back to the hotel.

BREAKING CELEBRITY NEWS

Elizabeth Olsen was seen having lunch with a mystery woman today. Sources say the duo met last night at the most recent Marvel afterparty.

Elizabeth, seen here, enjoyed lunch and spoke animatedly throughout the meal.

EDIT: Sources say the mystery woman is Twitch streamer Y/N, known as y/n_gaymergod on the internet.

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anetrazduckwalk · 3 months ago

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BE QUIET - SEVIKA

Modern AU

Badly written smut lol

MEN DNI

Sevika and I were in our room getting ready for the club, the gang are going to some club, so were all busy with ourselves. I'm really focusing on me and getting what i need to get done, but Sevika’s huffing and puffing about the littlest of things and Rans' is not here to listen to it. My makeup is done, my outfit is picked out, and i'm doing my hair at the moment when Sevika brings her B.S. in the bathroom. This Bitch..

Sevika starts putting on her eyeliner and shes not even just doing it mad silently, she's slamming down her stuff and side eyeing me like i'm the one that she was mad at.

"Sevika, what the fuck is your problem?" I asked her straight up because this attitude wasn't gonna cut it today, and i was feeling bold today. Instantly regretted that real quick, the glare Sevika sent me through the mirror almost burnt a hole through my soul and i quickly broke eye contact. "I don't know if you’re just stupid or have a death wish, Y/N, say it again real slow this time,"

Well shit, today's the day i die. I looked back up at her through the mirror and saw she was still looking at me, but now ready to snatch me up. My gaze shifted to her actual figure and not just an image of her reflection, taking in every detail about her, I felt bad for snapping. This was my fiancée and i sitting here, yelling, getting frustrated with her, instead of comforting and understanding where shes coming from.

"Im sorry, I didn't meant to snap at you, it's been a rough day." Only thing left to do was apologize when i realized my wrongs.. WRONG. Now she doesn't look like she wants to kill me, instead shes moving closer to me and she pressed me against the bathroom sink. Sevika was about to say something before Lock knocked on the room door, Sevika huffed and looked down at me, "This only just made it ten times worse for you." That scared me a little bit more than I think she intended, Sevika walked out of the bathroom and went to go answer the door, meanwhile I tried to finish my hair while quite literally freaking out over what i had just gotten myself into.

This could've just been a fun lit night and my dumbass is gonna start something, something I cant even really handle because what I look like fighting my fiancé. Lock and Sevika are now in the room talking about outfits and what Silco’s game plane is for the night. Took me about twenty minutes to finishes my hair, walking out of the bathroom, I grabbed my outfit laying on the bed. Lock bald ass not even really paying attention and is busy talking about Deckard, when i turn around to go back and change in the bathroom, Sevika lets her hand linger on my hip and butt for as long as I was close to her.

Sevika POV

Were in the van on our way to the club and Ran is on my right talking to me about how this experience feels for her, Y/N is on my left and for a moment I forgot about how annoyed I was at her because of how good she looked. My baby knows how to dress, if we weren't fighting i would've dressed my babygirl myself. Y/N is like a little doll I can spoil and look at.

She's all quiet to herself and in her phone, I see the long face bitch Thieram staring at her, and I'm trying to figure out if he is looking for a problem. It seems like I keep getting cut off from my thoughts because Ran asked me something about the club and distracted me. I forgot about it Thieram after that but if he still needs that he cant get that.

We pull up to the club and we make it inside. Every body is dancing to the songs and vibing, some top single booming in the speakers, i didn't care for any of the top new music. So i stood of to the side vibing, until I noticed Y/N’s friendly ass made her way by Thieram and Lock, this girl just knows how to get under my skin. Im used to being treated like her god and i'm not going for this today,

"Y/N."

I didn't scream her name, but i did yell it over the music, so she could bring her ass back where she belongs. Y/N quickly turning around and makes her way to my side, immediately slinging her arm around my waist and resting her head on my chest, looking up at me. Her soft eyes melted my heart a little and I couldn't help but play with her hair and scratch her scalp a little. "If you were this cute all the time, I wouldn't have to F*ck you up," Y/N giggled and kissing my cheek, "I try to be, but you're always so mean to me" She whispered in my ear then pulled back and pouted at me, we had only been there for an hour and it seemed like she was drunk.

Y/N POV

Y'all, Im fucked up. Soon as we got there I started taking all these shots and now it's getting harder and harder to resist Sevika. She's talking to me about how she doesn't like being mean to me but i'm not hearing none of it, the liquor got her looking so damn good. When she's talking I think she realized I wasn't listening when i was just staring at her, while biting my lip.

"Sevika.."

I breathily moaned in her ear, becoming briefly unaware of our surroundings, she started to kiss down my neck and behind my ear. Its baddie baddie shot o'clock, but i'm really not trying to hear all that, we move further to the back of the club, while the gang takes shots. "Be quiet for me tonight, mkay?" Sevika said before resuming what we were previously doing.

Sevika POV

I'm behind Y/N as we're making our way up the stairs to our room, as soon as she pushes the door open and i'm in behind her, the door is shut and locked. When i turn back around from locking it, shes standing at the dresser taking off her jewelry. This makes me go and stand behind her, kissing her shoulder as I slide off her outfit with haste. As soon as she's stripped to nothing, my hand snakes down between her thighs and i slip two fingers into her, "Oh wow, they just went right in, how long have you been thinking about this? Little whore all wet for me? hm?" I chuckled out as I wasted no time going faster, even though I waited all night for this, the night took forever to end and Im tired.

My hand grips at Y/N hair and pushes her onto the bed, now bent over the bed, dripping on display just for me.

Y/N POV

I feel her fingers enter me again and start at an intense pace, my mouth cannot control itself and and I start moaning out, forgetting I'm in the house with all of these other people just waiting to start trouble. Sevika’s free hand comes up to my mouth and covers it while never stopping her other hand,"What did i say? Be quiet"

Her voice made me whimper into her hand and try to silence my noises better, the pleasure was getting to much. My hand grabbed onto Sevikas hand and squeezed to let her know i was getting closer, she took the hint and started kissing my sweet spot which quickly sent me over the edge and covering her hand in sticky honey. Sevika licked up her hand and as i thought she was going to get stuff to wind down with, all of a sudden I feel a hard tip pressed against me. Sevika was behind me and before I could ever ask anything, she was pushing in and out of me slowly, my hand went to press against her stomach and push her back "Its okay, im gonna be nice and gentle with you."

My eyes closed and my mouth slightly dropped open in pleasure, sweet sounds coming from my mouth before covered by Sevika hand again, not wanting to get us caught by anybody right next door. Suddenly her speed rapidly increased, causing my eyes so open and Sevikas attempt at muffling the sounds was failing by the second. With her forceful and quick strokes, my hand grasped at the sheets quickly approaching my release, then sevika just pulls out and starts taking it off.

“Girl what? what are you doing?”

She about to pmo. Sevika moved up the bed and lays at the head of the bed and pats in between her legs, I crawl my way up between them and become aware of the numbness in certain parts of my body. She grabs me by my hair and kisses me, the kiss is drunk and sloppy. My hands run down her body and settle on her boobs, squeezing them, Sevika had pressed the dildo between my legs and slowly started pushing it in during the kiss. After it was in there for a while, she started at a quick pace while making sure i dont stop from kissing her. My legs were tightly clasped around her arm as she was pushing it in and out, my mind began to melt and a euphoric feeling rushing over me as I came all over the dildo and her hand.

I was exhausted and my eyes were forcing themselves closed. Sevika had joined me back in bed and laid beside me, hadn't even notice she had went to clean up everything. I cuddle into her and she pulled me closer, "when you learn to be quiet, I can treat you like my princess , alright baby?" She scratched up and down my back lightly and it soon started to lull me to sleep. I didn't really respond to her just acknowledged what she said and passed out.

Dont say I never gave yall nothing lol, bout to go on another 2 year hiatus

#arcane #league of legends #arcane imagines #sevika #sevika arcane #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #wuh luh wuh

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loweffortopinions · 5 months ago

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Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Play Time: 70 hours and going because I like to hurt myself?

Platform: EA Pro Play

Rating: 4/10

(Moved this Review from my other account because I can't mix art and text)

Environments

I had a few oh, that’s pretty moments, but overall I found it hard to feel immersed. The cities are nice I guess and detailed, but they lack distinct, memorable qualities.

A city like Minrathous has the potential to be an exciting showcase of magic woven into everyday life. Mages using spells to transport goods or to perform mundane tasks. I was also looking forward to see a clear divide between magic users and non-magic users, as previous games have implied that Minrathous is Ferelden in reverse. Instead, NPCs feel static, and there is nothing new or interesting done with the magic. For a place built up as legendary in previous games... Minrathous just doesn't deliver. Further, you only get to explore one district, so there is no contrast between richer and poorer areas. And Treviso? It's pretty... but I mostly remember pointy roofs and ziplines.

Character Design

Faces and hair are a big step up from previous games, and armors are varied and nice to look at. But it comes at the cost that it feels overdone, leaning into flashy, cartoony territory. I ran around in my starting armor for half the game because nothing really fit my character.

The companions suffer from this too to some extent. Darin’s open-chested armor seems impractical for a warrior, Neve, supposedly from Docktown, looks more like an aristocrat from Orlais than her background suggests. Bellara’s design is fine, but aside from her vallaslin, she doesn’t seem particularly Dalish. Emmerich and Harding look fine, especially in their camp outfits, which I prefer for most characters.

Combat and Gameplay

I’ll be honest—I eventually turned the difficulty down to story mode just to get through the game. The combat didn’t do it for me: repetitive enemy hordes that seem randomly placed, limited abilities, and dodging and rolling mechanics that don’t feel very engaging.

Aside from a few setpieces and two boss fights, no encounter stood out. It’s not a particularly hard game, it just got tedious after a few hours.

Another complaint is that every class now feels overly magical. Since the lore around magic is such a key part of the series, this really rubbed me the wrong way.

Story and World-Building

Starting with the biggest issue: Veilguard’s main story is a weak.

In Inquisition, even if Corypheus wasn’t the most compelling villain, there was still a sense of growth as you built up your organization and connected with companions. In Veilguard, it feels like they stripped away what worked in previous games and just kept Corypheus. And the worst part? I miss Corypheus. At least he had a booming voice and some interesting lines. Veilguard has none of that.

The villains in this… honestly, where to start? Rather than feeling meaningful, they’re just names repeated so often it feels like the game worries I’ll forget them. Villains aside events unfold without much connection, leaving me questioning why things happen the way they do.

Why are we choosing these allies?

Why am I stuck doing busy work for them while the world is supposedly ending?

But who cares! It's not like your allies really matter. Rook is a one-man army after all. If we’d had them instead of the Hero of Ferelden, the Blight would’ve ended in Ostagar—and every named NPC would’ve survived, including whoever slay the Archdemon.

Character and Companion Dynamics

While presented as experts, they rarely get the chance to demonstrate their skills. Harding sometimes provides useful contacts, and Emmerich occasionally shows his abilities, but beyond that, companions often feel like tropes with minimal growth or depth.

For instance, one character is the “unwilling father,” but we never see him grapple with it genuinely—he just says it. Others are similarly shallow: the socially awkward “nerd,” the “noir detective” with a heavy burden, and the “tortured assassin” who doesn’t seem all that tortured. Insights rarely go deeper than quirks, like loving coffee or fish, which get mentioned repeatedly without further development.

Previous games built strong, opinionated characters who added depth to the world, but here, companions are lacking. Banter is shallow, with little conflict or chemistry. I’ve never played a Dragon Age game where I wanted to skip side quests or companion quests, yet here, I actually did.

I honestly prefer Andromedas cast over this on. Never thought I'd say that but here we are.

Main Character and Roleplaying

Rook’s voice actor; I love em'... which only makes the limited dialogue options more frustrating. I tried to play Rook as a practical, no-nonsense character, but the writing kept steering me back to a softer, more agreeable tone.

If you’re aiming for a tougher or more forceful personality, you're out of luck. If you plan to play be prepared for Rook to come across as a diplomat. Further, you are forced to agree with everyone, and never get to question them or their motives.

So... maybe don't get this if you're into Baldurs Gate 3 and player agency?

Ending Words

If you’re like me, and the highlights of previous games have been the banter, character depth, and exploring the world and lore, you’ll likely be disappointed. Honestly, I’d even recommend skipping it. Then again, I've seen people say the opposite. So what do I know?

No matter what you do, I’d suggest waiting for a sale. It’s not worth the full price.

Extra shit

Combat and Gameplay

There’s the matter of the quest marker, which gives you tunnel vision which distract you from the enviorments.

The loot feels out of place due to its flashy animation. I started skipping loot in certain areas because it felt inappropriate and slowed down the pacing.

You'll fast travel a lot. And I don't mean in a big open area. It's more of a design flaw: Fast Travel to the Lighthouse to talk to a companion. Fast travel to a location to start that companion's quest, walk to said spot to start the quest. Repeat 5 times.

Story and World-Building

The ending to its credit, was nicely paced and visually strong. If the rest of the game had been more like that, it would’ve been a decent experience.

The Shadow Dragons, the Crows, the Wardens—all these factions make sense to be here but do nothing meaningful for the story or the worldbuilding.

Even dramatic scenes lack memorable moments. For example, there is a prison escape that's visually pretty but otherwise lacks substance. The person you rescue has supposedly been there a year, but nothing about their appearance or behavior reflects this. There’s no memorable dialogue, nothing deeper—it’s all surface-level.

I personally think Bioware are cowards for only letting you side with an anti-slave organisation. Come on: This isn't the Teviner you've built towards for 3 games! *shakes fist*

#dragon age #veilguard #datv #veilguard critical #lucanis dellamorte #davrin #veilguard spoilers #review #lucanis #neve #bellara #emmerich volkarin #harding

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Caught Feeling: The Edge of Desire - One Shot

Author’s Note:

A continuation of Pages and Promises (after some time has passed), but can be read as a standalone.

Word Count: 7,090

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I stepped into Hank’s apartment, a little surprised to find the place quiet and empty. The lights were dim, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering in the air, but there was no sign of him. I paused just inside the door, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“Hank?” I called out, my voice echoing softly through the living room. No answer. I frowned, half-expecting him to jump out and scare me, but there was only silence.

That’s when I noticed the black garment bag hanging from a hook by the coat rack, a neatly folded note sitting on top. My heart gave a little flutter of anticipation as I stepped closer, picking up the note with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. In Hank’s familiar scrawl, the message was short but full of promise:

I’ve been thinking about you in this all day. Put it on and text me when you’re ready. Tonight, I’m in control.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning too widely. The thrill of anticipation wound through me, and I found myself practically buzzing with energy. We had talked about Hank taking charge sometime, but this was on a whole different level.

I unzipped the garment bag carefully, my breath catching when I saw the outfit he’d chosen. A black lace bra, a matching thong, a delicate suspender belt with sheer stockings, and a pair of sky-high stiletto heels. It was the kind of ensemble that left nothing to the imagination, and just the thought of slipping into it made me blush.

“Hank, you absolute menace,” I muttered, though my voice was full of affection. He knew exactly how to get under my skin, how to make me feel both flustered and thrilled. My fingers brushed over the delicate lace, and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted, heat already pooling low in my belly.

I stepped into his bedroom to change, my nerves buzzing and my heart pounding in my chest. There was something deliciously vulnerable about putting on something he’d chosen, about letting him take control. It felt new and exciting, and I was more than ready for whatever he had planned.

Once I was dressed, I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. The lingerie hugged every curve, the stockings and suspender belt framing my legs in a way that was downright sinful. The heels added an extra touch of daring, and I had to admit—even to my own self-critical eyes—that I looked damn good. But it wasn’t just about how I looked. It was the idea that Hank had picked this out, that he’d imagined me like this, and that thought alone made me feel like I was on fire.

I grabbed my phone with shaky fingers, typing out a quick text: Ready when you are.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzed with his reply: Stay there. I’m coming to get you.

I swallowed hard, my anticipation spiking. Hank was about to take control, and I had no idea what he had in store for me. But that was half the fun. The thrill of not knowing, of surrendering to him, sent a rush of excitement through my veins. The game was about to begin, and I was more than ready to play.

The door creaked open, and I turned to see Hank step into the room. His eyes immediately found mine, and the look he gave me was enough to make my knees go weak. He shut the door behind him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was savouring every moment.

He didn’t say anything at first, just took a moment to drink me in. His gaze raked over me, from the stiletto heels all the way up to the delicate lace bra, and I could see the heat simmering in his eyes. His jaw clenched slightly, as though he was fighting to maintain control, and that simple reaction sent a thrill racing through me.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his voice husky. “You look… perfect.” He crossed the room slowly, each step measured, like a predator closing in on his prey. The tension crackled between us, electric and all-consuming, and I couldn’t help the way my body leaned toward him, craving his touch.

When he finally stopped in front of me, he didn’t reach out right away. Instead, he began to circle me, his fingertips brushing lightly over my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His touch was feather-light, teasing, and it made my breath catch in my throat. He was so close, and yet he wasn’t giving me what I wanted—not yet.

“I have to admit,” he said, his voice dropping into that deep, commanding register that made me shiver, “seeing you like this is even better than I imagined.” He paused behind me, his hands ghosting over the curve of my waist before pulling back again. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “I can take a guess,” I replied, my voice breathy and a little shaky, and I could practically feel his smirk without having to see it.

He came back around to face me, his eyes locking onto mine. “I hope you’re ready for what I have planned, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning in so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my ear. “Because tonight, you’re mine. And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

My pulse raced at his words, a mixture of nerves and excitement swirling through me. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I could feel my body reacting, heat pooling low in my belly.

He leaned back, his gaze flicking over me one more time before he gestured toward the bed. “Sit,” he commanded, and I obeyed immediately, moving to the edge of the bed. The authority in his voice made my breath hitch, and I felt a delicious thrill at surrendering to his control.

He watched me with an intensity that made my skin prickle, and I could see the way his chest rose and fell, like he was keeping himself in check. “Good,” he praised, and the warmth in his voice sent a rush of satisfaction through me.

Then, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silk blindfold, letting it dangle from his fingers. “Hands behind your back,” he instructed, his voice soft but firm.

I hesitated for the briefest moment, feeling the vulnerability of the moment, but the look in his eyes—so full of desire and reverence—made me trust him completely. I clasped my hands behind me, my fingers trembling slightly, and he stepped forward, tying the blindfold securely over my eyes.

The darkness was disorienting, and my senses seemed to heighten in response. I could hear the rustle of his clothes, the soft creak of the floorboards under his feet, and feel the heat of his body as he moved around me.

“Perfect,” he murmured, and I felt his fingers brush over my cheek, gentle and reverent. “Are you okay?”

The question was like an anchor, grounding me in the moment, and I nodded, a small smile curving my lips. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m good.”

His thumb grazed over my lower lip, and I couldn’t help the way I leaned into his touch. “Good girl,” he said, and the praise sent a rush of warmth flooding through me.

Then his hands were gone, and I felt the loss of contact keenly. The anticipation built as I waited, blind and vulnerable, for whatever he would do next. The suspense was delicious, and I found myself holding my breath, listening for any hint of what he was planning.

But Hank, ever the tease, made me wait. The seconds stretched on, each one thick with tension, and I could feel my body trembling with need, my skin hypersensitive and aching for his touch.

The wait was maddening. My body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation of what he’d do. I sat on the edge of the bed, blindfolded, the sensation of the smooth fabric blocking out everything but the sound of my own breath.

I could hear the soft rustle as he moved closer, and then I felt the bed dip as he sat beside me. His hand found mine, his touch gentle but firm as he guided me to my feet. “Up,” he murmured, and I obeyed, the heat of his body pressed close behind me, and I shivered as his hands slid around my waist, steadying me.

He gently positioned me so that I was standing between his legs, my back to him, my hands resting loosely at my side. “Stay still,” he instructed, his voice a low, soothing rumble that sent a thrill through me. His breath was warm against my back as he reached for something and then his hands were on mine, gently pulling my wrists behind my back. “Hands together,” he instructed, his voice low and full of intent. I obeyed, the thrill of surrender making my pulse race.

But then, as he started to tie the silky scarf around my wrists, I felt him pause. He fumbled for a moment, the tension broken by his exasperated muttering. “Okay, so tying knots is definitely not my strong suit,” he admitted, a self-deprecating laugh slipping out.

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing, the sound bubbling up despite the charged atmosphere. He huffed, clearly trying to hold back a grin, and then gave me a sheepish look I could feel even through the blindfold.

“Don’t laugh,” he said, trying to sound stern, but the playful note in his voice gave him away. He cleared his throat, attempting to get back into character. “You’re supposed to be trembling in anticipation.”

I bit my lip, still giggling, and he groaned dramatically. “See? This is what happens when I try to be intimidating,” he complained, but his hands finally managed to secure the knot in a way that felt snug but not uncomfortable. “There. Done.”

The playful moment dissolved, replaced by a heavy, charged silence. I felt the shift in him, he stood, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. “Better?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, and I shivered, the laughter dying in my throat.

“Yes,” I managed, and I could feel his smile, the confidence returning as he wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. The feeling of his solid warmth behind me, combined with the helplessness of having my hands tied, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

“Are you ready?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below my ear. I shivered, my head tipping to the side to give him more access.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breathless, and I could feel his smile against my skin.

“Good girl,” he praised, and then his hands slid up, cupping my breasts over the lace of the bra. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the delicate fabric, and I gasped, arching into his touch. The sensation was exquisite, his touch firm but teasing, and I felt my body responding, every nerve on high alert.

He kept at it, rolling my nipples between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make me writhe in his hold. I couldn’t see, couldn’t touch him, and the combination of vulnerability and anticipation was almost too much to handle.

But Hank wasn’t done. He leaned in again, his teeth grazing over the curve of my shoulder, sending another shiver down my spine. “I can feel you trembling now,” he teased, his voice dark and full of satisfaction.

“Shut up,” I shot back, though my voice was shaky, and he laughed, the sound vibrating through me.

“Nope,” he replied cheerfully, his hands sliding down my body once more. “I think I’m enjoying this a bit too much.” And then his touch grew more insistent, his fingers skimming over the bare skin just above the waistband of my thong.

I let out a broken sound, and he hummed, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on me. “Think you’re ready for more?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, and I nodded frantically, my body aching for whatever he had in store.

“All you have to do is say the word,” he added, and I knew he meant it, that he would stop if I asked him to. But there was no chance of that happening—I was entirely his tonight, and I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.

“Please,” I whispered, and he rewarded me with a slow, wicked smile that I could feel in the air, even though I couldn’t see it.

“Good,” he said, and the anticipation only built higher as I waited for his next move, knowing he was just getting started.

Hank hummed thoughtfully, his hands releasing me for a moment, and I could feel the anticipation vibrating through every cell in my body. The loss of his touch left me breathless, desperate, and craving more, which I was sure was exactly what he intended. He was always so good at building tension, at teasing me until I was practically begging.

The bed dipped slightly as he moved behind me, and I felt his warm breath ghost over my neck before his lips followed, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to my shoulder. “Stay still,” he instructed again, and I felt the air shift as he moved away, leaving me blind and bound, my senses heightened and straining to follow his movements.

The anticipation was exquisite, every second that passed making my heart beat faster. My body was already sensitive, every brush of air or whisper of sound sending shivers down my spine. It was a heady feeling, surrendering so completely, and I knew that whatever Hank had in store, it was going to be an experience I wouldn’t forget.

I heard the faint rustle of something being pulled from his drawer, and my curiosity sparked, mingling with the electric tension coursing through me. He didn’t say anything, leaving me in suspense, but I could sense the shift in the air, feel the excitement thrumming in his movements. When he finally returned, I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me backward until I hit the edge of the bed.

“Climb on the bed and get on your knees,” he commanded softly, and I obeyed, sinking onto the mattress, my pulse pounding. The position left me vulnerable, but the thrill of it made my whole body hum. His hands slid up my arms, trailing over my shoulders before cupping my face from behind, his touch gentle and reverent.

“Still okay?” he asked, and his voice had a tenderness that made my heart clench.

I nodded, a soft smile spreading across my lips. “More than okay,” I whispered, and I felt his thumbs brush against my cheeks, a small, affectionate caress.

“Good,” he murmured, and then his hands were gone, leaving me aching for him, for his touch. The seconds stretched out, each one more torturous than the last, and I couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped my lips.

Hank chuckled, the sound low and full of promise. “Patience,” he reminded me, and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. I was about to respond—probably something cheeky—but before I could get the words out, I felt the cool sensation of something soft and feathery trailing over my skin.

It started at my collarbone, drifting lightly down over my chest, and I realised he must have bought some teasing tools—a feather, perhaps. The sensation made me squirm, a giggle escaping before I could stop it. It was ticklish and maddening, the delicate brush making me hyper-aware of every inch of skin.

“Ticklish, are we?” he teased, and I could hear the grin in his voice. He didn’t let up, trailing the feather over my exposed stomach, down to the tops of my thighs, and back up again. The teasing made my skin feel hot and tight, my body aching for something more, something solid.

“Hank,” I whined, the word coming out more desperate than I’d intended.

He hummed thoughtfully, as though considering my plea. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m quite enjoying this.” The feather danced over my skin once more, and I groaned, my muscles tensing with the need to be touched more firmly.

Finally, he seemed to take pity on me. The feather disappeared, replaced by the warm, solid press of his hands on my waist. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Ready for me to really make you squirm?” he whispered, and I shivered, my whole body coming alive at the promise in his voice.

“Yes,” I gasped, and I could feel his satisfied smile as he began to make good on his word.

Hank’s hands tightened on my waist, grounding me for a moment before he let one hand drift slowly down my body. Even through the blindfold, I could picture his expression—the way his eyes would be dark and intense, the way his lips would curve into that irresistible smirk that made my pulse race. The anticipation was nearly overwhelming, and I found myself holding my breath, waiting for his next move.

“Remember,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, “you’re not in control tonight.” The reminder sent a thrill shooting through me, and I nodded, my whole body trembling.

Then his touch disappeared again, and I heard another soft rustle, followed by a faint buzzing sound that made my heart skip a beat. My breath caught in my throat, and I realised what he had in his hands: a vibrator.

The anticipation was unbearable, every nerve in my body alight with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. The buzzing drew closer, and I squirmed on my knees, unable to stop the way my body responded. Hank chuckled softly behind me, the sound full of satisfaction. “You’re so sensitive,” he said, the vibrator brushing lightly against the inside of my thigh. I gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and he continued to tease, skimming the toy over my skin without giving me what I truly wanted.

“Hank, please,” I begged, my voice breaking on the plea. I could hear how desperate I sounded, but I didn’t care. The need for him, for more, was overwhelming, and I couldn’t keep still, my hips shifting in an attempt to get closer to the source of pleasure.

He clicked his tongue, the sound teasing and a little scolding. “Impatient,” he chided, but his voice was warm with affection. “I told you to be patient, didn’t I?” He pressed the vibrator more firmly against me, just above where I wanted it most, and I let out a broken moan, my body arching into the sensation.

The teasing continued, his touch just barely grazing where I ached for him, and it was driving me mad. My head fell forward, and I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from begging outright, even though every cell in my body was screaming for him.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he said, his voice thick with desire. The vibrator pressed against me again, this time with just enough pressure to make my breath catch, and he finally, finally let it slip lower, the sensation making me gasp.

My knees wobbled, and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted, the pleasure so intense that I felt like I was unraveling. But just as I started to lose myself in the feeling, he pulled the vibrator away, leaving me aching and frustrated.

“Not so fast,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck. “We’re just getting started.”

I whimpered, my whole body trembling with need, and he laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?” he asked, his hands sliding back up to cup my breasts through the lace of the bra. His fingers brushed over my nipples, and I gasped, arching into his touch.

“Yes,” I managed to choke out, my voice breathless and needy. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Atta girl,” he praised, and the words sent another rush of heat through me. The vibrator returned, the teasing starting all over again, and I realised with a mix of anticipation and desperation that he was going to keep me on the edge for as long as he wanted, making me wait and beg until he decided to give me what I craved.

And despite the torment, despite the way I felt like I was about to burst from the need, I trusted him completely. Hank was in control tonight, and I was more than ready to surrender to whatever he had planned.

Hank’s hands moved over my body, his touch gentle but with a deliberate intent that left me trembling. The vibrator traced slow, torturous circles against my skin, sending waves of pleasure through me, but never quite giving me what I needed. My whole body felt strung tight, the anticipation and teasing building to an unbearable degree.

“Hank,” I whimpered, my voice cracking. “Please.”

His lips brushed over my shoulder, his breath warm and teasing. “Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and maddeningly calm. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I swallowed hard, the words almost too difficult to get out. “Please… I need you to touch me,” I whispered, feeling both vulnerable and desperate. “I can’t take any more teasing.”

He hummed, as though considering my plea. “Hmm, I don’t know,” he said, his fingers tracing the edge of my thong, making me shiver. “I kind of like seeing you like this. Completely at my mercy.”

My legs trembled, and I bit back another whimper. The vibrator moved lower, brushing over the lace of my thong, and I moaned, my hips bucking forward instinctively. But just as I started to feel that building pleasure, he pulled back again, leaving me gasping.

“Hank, please,” I begged, my voice shaky. “I need you. I need more.”

He sighed, like he was thoroughly enjoying every moment of this. “You really are impatient tonight,” he teased, his hands finally slipping under the waistband of my thong, and I couldn’t help the way my breath caught. His touch was gentle, teasing, as he cupped me, feeling how wet and needy I was.

“God, you’re soaked,” he murmured, his voice full of wonder and desire. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body leaning into his touch, desperate for more. “Only for you.”

His fingers slipped over my slick heat, and I let out a broken moan, the relief of his touch making me feel like I was coming undone. But just as quickly, he pulled away again, leaving me aching and unsatisfied. The torment was exquisite, and I felt tears of frustration prick at the corners of my eyes.

“Patience,” he whispered, his hands trailing over my waist, steadying me. “I’m not done with you yet.”

The vibrator returned, this time pressed firmly against my most sensitive spot, and I cried out, the sensation so overwhelming that I nearly lost my balance.

His other hand held me steady, his grip firm as he kept me from collapsing. “Easy,” he murmured, his voice softening slightly. “I’ve got you.”

The pleasure built quickly, a tidal wave of sensation that had me gasping and writhing in his hold. My head fell back against his shoulder, my body trembling as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I was so close, so achingly close, and I could feel my release hovering just out of reach.

But once again, he pulled the vibrator away, leaving me teetering on the brink. A strangled sob escaped my lips, the denial almost too much to bear, and he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his lips brushing over my neck. “You’ll come when I say you can, and not a moment before.”

I let out a shaky breath, my body thrumming with need, and I knew I would do anything he asked if it meant finally finding release. “Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’ll be good, I promise. Just… please.”

His hands slid over my hips, pulling me back against him, and I could feel how hard he was, how much this was affecting him too, but he was determined to draw this out, to make me wait until I was on the brink of madness.

“Not yet,” he repeated, his voice firm but laced with his own desire. “I’m going to make sure you remember this, sweetheart. Every touch, every second.”

I shivered, my body aching with anticipation, and I knew he was right. This was something I’d never forget—the way he took control, the way he made me feel like I was on fire, completely and utterly his.

He kept me balanced on the edge, expertly guiding my body through wave after wave of anticipation, never quite letting me fall. His lips trailed kisses over my neck and shoulder, and every inch of my skin felt like it was sparking with energy, hyperaware of every place he touched me and everywhere he didn’t.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second of teasing, when the pressure inside me had built to a point that felt almost unbearable, he pulled back. I felt the bed shift as he moved, and the absence of his warmth made me whimper, my entire body trembling from the tension he’d built in me.

“Stay still,” he instructed, his voice gentle but full of authority. I tried to obey, my hands still tied behind my back, the blindfold pressing softly against my eyelids, heightening every sensation.

I could hear him rummaging for something, the anticipation twisting through me. Then, the bed dipped as he settled behind me again, and I shivered at the heat radiating off his body.

“Hank…” I whispered, and I felt his hands slide up my sides, calming and grounding me.

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck. “You’ve been so good for me. I’m just getting started.”

A shudder ran through me at his words, my entire body alight with anticipation. His fingers found the knot in the scarf binding my hands, and he carefully untied it, massaging my wrists gently to bring back the circulation. But before I could even think about touching him, he caught my hands and guided them back around to the front, leaving them loose but resting on my lap.

“Don’t move,” he commanded softly, and I nodded, breathless.

Then his hands traced over my shoulders and down my arms, and I could feel his breath warm against my neck. He kissed my shoulder, a slow, open-mouthed kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. His hands drifted lower, over my ribs, and came to rest on my thighs, just above the edge of my stockings. His thumbs drew slow circles over my bare skin, and my breath hitched.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he whispered, and I could hear the edge of strain in his voice. “Seeing you like this… it’s enough to make me lose my mind.”

The words made my pulse race, and I felt the heat between us intensify. I wanted him, needed him, more than anything, but I was completely at his mercy. It was thrilling and frustrating all at once.

He moved so he was in front of me and lifted one of my hands to his chest, letting me feel the rapid beat of his heart. “You feel that?” he murmured, his voice rough. “That’s what you do to me.”

I swallowed, my fingers flexing against his skin, aching to touch more. But he guided my hand back to my lap, his control unwavering.

“Are you ready to be good for me?” he asked, and I nodded, barely able to form words. “To do exactly what I tell you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

His hands slid back up my thighs, over the lace of the suspender belt, and I shivered as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my thong. He slowly pulled it down, letting the anticipation build, and I felt the cool air against my heated skin, the sensation making me gasp.

He guided me to lie back on the bed, his hands firm yet gentle as he positioned me, the anticipation twisting tighter in my core. I was completely at his mercy, exposed and vulnerable. He was taking his time, making me feel every moment, and the tension between us was like a live wire, humming with electricity.

His fingers traced a tantalising path down my stomach, skimming over my hip bones before drifting lower. When he finally touched me, his fingers gentle and teasing, I let out a desperate moan, my body arching into his hand. He brushed over my folds, feather-light and teasing, his touch was slow, deliberate, gliding through my wetness, circling my clit with a maddeningly gentle pressure that made me gasp and arch my back.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his fingers slid lower, exploring every inch of me, before dipping inside with a delicious, unhurried rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, the perfect mix of pleasure and frustration, and I found myself trembling beneath him, every nerve ending on high alert as he kept me balanced on the knife’s edge, right on the verge of release but never quite giving me enough to tip over.

“Hank, please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I can’t… I need…”

He finally relented, pressing his thumb more firmly against my clit, his voice full of reverence and desire. “Then come for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, the added pressure combined with his words sending a shockwave through my body. The relief of finally being allowed to let go sent me spiralling over the edge, and the pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves, leaving me breathless and shaking, my body trembling with the force of it.

I called out his name, the sound echoing through the room, and he held me through it, his hands steady and soothing as he whispered praises in my ear. The blindfold made everything feel more intense, every sensation magnified, and I could feel the strength of his hold, grounding me as I came down from the high.

When I finally caught my breath, he gently removed the blindfold, his eyes searching mine, full of concern and tenderness. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, a tired but content smile spreading across my lips. “More than okay,” I whispered, leaning into his touch. “That was… incredible.”

He grinned, the playful sparkle returning to his eyes. “Good,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Hank’s playful grin transformed into something darker, more insistent, and I shivered as he leaned in, his lips brushing mine briefly before pulling back to study my face. His thumb grazed my cheek, and the warmth in his eyes never wavered, even as his expression turned serious, full of promise.

“Are you sure you can handle more?” he asked, his voice low and full of reverence, the question both a tease and a genuine check-in.

I nodded, my heart still pounding from the release he had so expertly given me. “Yes,” I breathed, my body already beginning to react to the anticipation.

“Good,” he whispered, and without another word, he moved down my body, his hands mapping the curves of my waist and hips, pausing just long enough to unhook my bra and slide it off, leaving me completely exposed. As he settled himself between my thighs, the look he gave me, half-worshipful and half-devilish, sent a thrill racing through my veins.

He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, the sensation soft and reverent, before gently spreading my legs wider. The vulnerability was heady, my body still humming from the intensity of my orgasm, but the way he touched me, looked at me, made me feel cherished, even as he prepared to drive me crazy once again.

From beside the bed, he picked up the small, sleek vibrator once more. He gave me a wicked smile as he pressed the toy lightly against my swollen clit, the vibrations starting off low but deep enough to make me gasp.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, my entire body jolting from the sudden sensation.

Hank chuckled softly, his voice full of playful delight. “Think you’re ready for another round?” He didn’t wait for an answer, instead leaning down to trail kisses up my abdomen, the toy still buzzing steadily against me. The overstimulation was immediate, my body already sensitive and trembling from the release he had just granted me.

His free hand held the toy firmly in place, refusing to let me squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Hank,” I whimpered, a desperate edge to my voice as the sensation intensified, each pulse of the vibrator sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me, pushing me toward another climax far too soon.

He hummed, his mouth finding my breast and latching on, his tongue swirling around my nipple as his hand pressed the vibrator more insistently against me. The combination of sensations was too much, too soon, and I felt myself tipping over the edge again, this time faster, harder.

“Hank, I—” The words were lost as another wave of ecstasy crashed through me, my body arching off the bed, every nerve alight with overstimulation. I was gasping, shaking, and he held me through it, his touch both commanding and soothing.

But I didn’t have time to come down, he didn’t stop. The vibrator stayed pressed to my clit, the unrelenting buzz keeping me on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain, my body twisting and squirming, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“Too much?” he asked, his voice full of gentle concern, even as his eyes sparkled with desire.

I bit my lip, trying to catch my breath, my body still trembling. “I… I don’t know,” I managed, the overstimulation making me feel delirious, every sensation magnified.

He gave me a wicked grin, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “You’re doing so well, baby” he praised, his voice full of pride. “But let me know if you need me to stop.”

Then, as if he hadn’t already pushed me to my limit, he slipped two fingers back inside me, curling them in a way that made my vision blur. The vibrator’s relentless pressure combined with his fingers was almost too much, and I clung to him, tears spilling down my cheeks as the pleasure built to a crescendo once more. My body quaked, and I let out a sob of ecstasy as another orgasm tore through me, this one even more powerful than the last. My vision went white, my entire being unraveling as wave after wave of overwhelming bliss left me trembling, every nerve alight.

He whispered soothing words, grounding me as I came down, but he didn’t give me a chance to fully recover. The sight of me, trembling and undone, seemed to be his breaking point. His restraint shattered, and with a desperate groan, he pulled back just long enough to flip me over, pressing me into the mattress. His body covered mine, and I felt the heat and urgency in every inch of his touch, his need palpable and all-consuming.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said, his voice rough and wrecked, thick with desire. “I need you.”

I felt his hands slide to my waist, fingers pressing firmly into my skin as he lifted my hips, angling me just the way he wanted. My forearms and face stayed pressed into the mattress, my body arching to accommodate him, and the vulnerability of the position sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

He paused, his grip strong but gentle, and I could feel the tension thrumming through him as he leaned forward, his breath warm against my ear. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice still husky but filled with concern. The way he always checked in, even when he was on the brink of losing himself, made my heart swell.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breathless and full of need. “Please.”

A groan of relief escaped him as he buried himself inside me, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. The first thrust was slow, almost reverent, and I gasped at the feeling, at how perfectly he filled me. His hands tightened on my hips, grounding me, but he kept his pace measured, even as I felt him fighting to keep from giving in to his desperation.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, his voice strained but full of care. His hips moved again, a little harder this time, and the force made my breath catch. “I need you to feel good. Always.”

The sincerity in his voice, even as he began to move faster, sent a rush of warmth through me. His rhythm picked up, his hips snapping into mine with more intensity, but his hands stayed steady, holding me securely. Every movement was driven by that careful balance between passion and control, and it left me trembling beneath him, the pleasure building higher with each thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself together. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust, and the force of it made my breath catch, my fingers clutching at the sheets.

I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, each thrust pushing me further into the mattress. The way he moved was different now—hungry, needy, and driven by the loss of control that had finally overtaken him. His rhythm was relentless, his hips slamming into mine with a desperation that left me breathless.

I could hear his heavy breathing, feel the way his body tensed and shuddered behind me, and it only made me more aware of my own arousal, the pleasure building once more with every rough, urgent movement. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies meeting, the air thick with heat and need.

His hands slid up my sides, fingers digging into my skin with just enough pressure to leave me feeling completely claimed. Each thrust was powerful, driven by the passion and urgency we’d both been holding back, and I felt myself spiralling quickly toward the edge once more. The way he filled me, the way he moved—there was nothing gentle about it now, just pure, raw desire, and it had me gasping with every powerful thrust.

“Hank,” I moaned, my voice breaking on the sound. The way he was taking me, unrestrained and unapologetically intense, sent my senses spinning, and I couldn’t hold back the shivers of pleasure that rippled through me. His hands tightened, grounding me, and his rhythm grew even more demanding, each movement hitting just right, building the tension until it was almost unbearable.

“Look at you,” he groaned, his voice wrecked with longing. “So perfect, so beautiful.” The words made my heart clench, a rush of warmth flooding through me, and I knew I was close, so achingly close.

His hand slipped around to the front, fingers brushing over my sensitive, swollen clit, and I let out a broken cry, the added stimulation sending me hurtling toward my climax. “Come on baby, one more,” he rasped, his voice full of desperate need. “I need to feel you.”

The command sent a shockwave through me, and I shattered, pleasure crashing over me in wave after wave. My whole body shook, my cries muffled by the sheets as he continued to move, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy until I was completely undone. My walls clenched around him, and I felt him falter, his rhythm stuttering.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice breaking, and his hips snapped into mine one last time before he came, his release washing over him. I felt his body tense, his grip on my hips tightening, and the way he moaned my name sent a final, shuddering wave of pleasure through me.

He held me there, pressed against him as the aftershocks rippled through us both. For a moment, the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the pounding of our hearts.

He sighed in relief, a soft, satisfied sound, and he slowly eased out of me, his hands gentle as he helped me lower my hips back to the bed. His touch was tender, full of affection, and I turned to meet his eyes, feeling my heart swell at the love and care I saw there.

He pulled me close, whispering sweet, reverent words in my ear, his touch gentle and comforting as I came back to myself, my body limp and trembling in his arms. “You were absolutely perfect,” he murmured, his voice full of reverence and awe. “So beautiful, so responsive… You have no idea how incredible you were.”

He gently wiped away the tears that had escaped, his touch soft and full of care. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to each of my damp cheeks before his lips found mine in a gentle, soothing kiss. It was full of warmth and love, a sweet contrast to the intensity of everything that had come before.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine, full of concern and affection. “Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice soft and earnest, his thumb still caressing my cheek.

I took a deep breath, the last shivers of pleasure still running through me, and gave him a small, tired smile. “I’ve never felt this good,” I whispered, my voice still a little shaky.

His shoulders relaxed at my words, and he returned my smile, his own relief evident. “Thank you for trusting me.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close, and let out a contented sigh. “Always,” I whispered, and I meant it. With him, I felt safe, cherished, and completely adored. And in that moment, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

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chlondykebar · 1 year ago

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Housewife in the basement

Warnings: smut, roughtop!Agatha, mommy kink, very light pet play, fem!reader , established relationship, sex magic,

18+ only

Authors note:

This is my first one yall, chronically horny reading smut for years but here I am taking a stab at it myself. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a part 2. Because I’m enjoying writing the smut I’d want to read

Your life has certainly gotten quite strange since you followed your witch girlfriend into town. “Westview” is what they call it but it feels more akin to the thunder dome.There has been so much you have not been able to understand since you fell into the world of magic, and what ever the fuck is happening in this town flew right over your head so you stay at home, away from outside, and people. Agatha had warned you that the witch you now know as Wanda may notice you and force you under your spell, which of course, you did not want to happen. So you stay inside of Agathas home, well you think its Agathas home… there are many questionable rooms that suggest a man lives here but you always brush it off as a weird design mistake. You did not mind being the house wife though, if you squinted it was almost like Agatha was coming home from work and not gaslighting her neighbour so she can absorb her power. Agatha has always been like this though, she makes it hard to stay fully committed but at the end of the night she always has you on your knees begging, its a kind of love you feel as if can never break.

You sit at the edge of the couch, mug in your hand thinking over and over again about what you saw in the basement today. It all happened so fast, you were making sandwiches for Wanda’s kids and then all of a sudden you see Wanda in the centre of the basement bound by Agatha’s power. No matter how hard you tried, it was just that moment playing over and over in your head, seeing Wanda tied up and tossed around like a rag doll sent waves of heat through your body. You went over this scenario in your head thousands of times before you were snapped out of it by the sudden opening of a door. In walks your girlfriend- but wait she’s not wearing her big “final boss bitch” outfit like you had planned.

“Aggie?! What happened” you ran over to her as she slammed the door and dropped the purse you did not remember her owning.

“I got completely fucked by the Scarlett Witch thats what” She replies and with a wave of her hand her outfit changes from the suburban neighbour look she was wearing to the outfit she had on earlier in the day except her hair is a wavy mess and fingers stained with the aftermath of the dark hold.

She slumped on the couch “I almost fucking had her too… damn me and my villainous monologues”. You sit down beside her trying to gauge the damage and what has happened.

“Are you hurt? If she hurt you I swear to-“ “What? What on earth could you possibly do to her? I got my ass beat into the ground. You couldn’t hurt a fucking fly.” She snaps. Taken aback by her anger you scoot over on the couch, her grimence softens and she replies in a lighter tone

“no, im not hurt… well other than my largely inflated ego…” . “So… she just let you go? Just like that?” You respond. “No… it was humiliating she thinks she trapped me as Agnes again don't know how she thought that would work but…” she pauses and lightly laughs “she just doesn’t know how to use all that power” she sighs and slumps into the couch.

“So… now what?” You ask cautiously “I guess we leave?” “Oh no darling Wanda will be back trust me, I’m just forced to play the waiting game” You place a kiss on her forehead as you stand up, on the way to get some more tea, but a purple wall of magic appears in front of you blocking your path.

“Tsk tsk tsk did I give you permission to leave?” Agatha scoffs. You sigh and roll your eyes “I am just going to get some more tea Aggie”. Agatha snaps her fingers and instantly your cup is refilled and one appears in her hand for herself.

“No princess, you are going to sit down and tell me why your mind is being so loud”. Damn, nothing ever gets past her. Agatha stays out of your mind because she does care about your privacy but when you feel an emotion strongly, she says she can always hear the muffled thoughts. Not clearly enough to pick out exactly what you are thinking but enough to know something is distracting you from the conversation.

“Sorry Aggs, I'm listening I promise, I guess my mind is running from the fight you had with Wanda today and all..” you try to play it off as worry. Suddenly your body is immobilized and you feel a tightness around your throat.

“Now what did we say about lying” Agatha’s voice has that tone that makes your knees weak, the one reserved for the bedroom. At that moment there was no more playing it off, she already knew what was happening. She begins to pace around your body and takes the mug out of your hand.

“Believe me angel, we probably have decades before Wanda shows back up for me to tell you about the fight- but suddenly I’m interested in something else” she smirks, releasing you from the magic. Instantly she holds out her hand and your underwear appears in it. You have now become increasingly aware of its absence against your sweatpants. Your breath hitches as she runs her blackened fingers over the underwear, picking up all the slick your dripping wet core had left.

“My my my well what do we have here” she smirks. She pushes you onto the couch and straddles your hips. You can feel the blood rushing between your legs as you whine softly.

“Wanna tell me what happened here” she purred dangling the wet underwear between the two of you. You moan, unable to form words and she grasps your chin firmly “you answer me when I address you” she snapped. You flinched

“I…. I saw you… in the basement… with Wanda” you reply basically out of breath. Agatha cocks an eyebrow and replies “you saw me in the basement with wanda?- OH” her voice deepens as she realizes exactly what in the basement elicited that reaction. She grinds into your lap very lightly teasing where you need her most and then releases standing up tossing your underwear to the side.

“You’ve got quite the dirty mind, I'll give you that” she looks over your body again, enjoying the state she has left you in. She starts pacing back and forth and you can feel her eyes raking over your body

“My little innocent angel sat here all hot and bothered just because little ol’ me tossed Wanda around a little. I knew you liked it rough but sweetheart, this is quite the new shade” she claps her hands and all of a sudden you are both standing in the middle of her basement. Agatha circles around you slowly eying you up and down. Far too distracted to notice her precious darkhold is missing. You snap out of the haze Agatha has you in when you notice the absence of the tomb and attempt to speak up

“Agatha your-“ You are cut off with a slap to the face as Agatha looms over you. The familiar sting in your face sends an ache down to your core. “You don’t get to call me that… not here” she snarls. Fine, I guess the darkhold can wait you thought, far too preoccupied with what is happening in front of you to have a second thought. You stare off into her eyes, struggling to form sentences when you feel her magic slowly lock onto your body then roughly throw you into a wall. Your body floats back to the centre of the room in front of Agatha, completely out of breath and bound just like Wanda was hours before.

“Oh Angel, this is your last warning, I wont be so nice next time, you understand me bunny?” She coos, running her fingers down the side of your face.

“Yes mommy” you speak softy. She grips your hair tight as you wince in pain “speak up” she growls into your ear. “Yes mommy” you moan, feeling the inside of your pants coat with your arousal.

“Good girl” she purs as she starts to poke at your clothing. “Now this is far too much clothes for you don’t you think bunny?” She cocks an eyebrow inches from your face. With a snap of her fingers your clothing is entirely gone, left naked and bound in front of your girlfriend. She stands back to admire her toy, running her fingers along the various bite marks she had left all over your chest. Your breath hitches as she runs over one of your sensitive nipples and you let out a small moan at the attention. She closes the distance between the two of you and attacks your mouth with pure lust. You groan as her tongue dominates your mouth, her hands slowly moving up your chest and gripping your tits hard. You grind your legs together desperate for some kind of friction until Agatha forces your legs apart, this time with separate threads of magic. She breaks from the kiss tugging on your nipples as she lets go.

“See the difference here is that Wanda was a good girl and didn’t try to get pleasure before she earned it” Agatha cooed, hand brushing down your face. You wimper desperate for some attention “please mommy… please make me feel good…” you beg. Agatha stands back and laughs

“Oh darling, its quite adorable to think you have earned that”! She releases you suddenly from the magic binding and you fall to the floor in a thump.

“You have to show mommy how much you want this cupcake” she waves her hands forming a magical collar around your neck with a leash attached. You try to hold back a moan when she pulls tightly on the leash in her hand. She snaps her hands and a bed appears behind her and her own clothes disappear. “Now be a good pet and make me cum.”

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ryeriy · 1 year ago

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can I request either jack or trevor making their kids halloween costume and it being cute and fluffy?

Yes omg this is so cute I adore it smm

my fashionista

warnings: none

a/n: this is so cute this could low-key be a series with this I made with with different scenarios but idk if I will, let me know :)

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"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Alexis came running into my bedroom. She was all excited and climbed up into my bed. "Guess what mommy!" She exclaimed. She was sitting right in front of me. "What is it, sweetheart?" I asked her while rubbing my eyes.

It was late at night. She had woken me from my sleep, but I didn't know how much I was asleep. The last time I checked she was in her bed doing the same. I'm curious to as why she is running into my room. "Daddy is making my costume!" She bounced up and down and clapped her hands.

"He is? Wow Lex!" I sat up resting my back against the headboard. I could see a wide smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile to myself. But I was also confused to as why he would be making a costume at this time of night, considering he just got home from a game.

"He's doing it now too! Come look, Mommy!" Alexis pulled my arm lightly. I picked her up and I got out of my bed, placing her on the ground. She ran right to the living room. "Hurry!" She eagerly spoke.

For being five, she has a sassy side to her. She gets that from me though, so can I complain? I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I walked down the stairs to see Jack sitting on the floor with a hot glue gun in hand, all sorts of colored rhinestones, and an outfit. The TV was on to a hockey game that was on. "What's going on here?" I said while looking at him softly.

"I promised Lex I would make her costume this year and so I'm sitting here the day before Halloween making a butterfly costume," he looked at me and smiled. I laughed and smiled at him.

"You're not tired?" I asked him. He just got home from a game and probably the store to get all of these supplies.

"Oh no, I am, I just needed to get this done for her so I decided to go to the convince store and grab a few things. Care to sit out here with me?" Jack asked.

Alexis was excited to see Jack, she sat down next to him and smiled. He put the glue gun down and lifted her into his lap. I watched him as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead. I walked over to them and sat down next to him watching him glue the rhinestones onto her costume. It was the cutest thing to watch. "I've been working on it for a few days now, but it's almost done, Lexi!" He said while glueing a few more on.

"I thought this was last minute?" I asked him while looking over at him. Alexis was starting to wind down and start to get a little tired. I could tell she was. "This part of the costume, the headband, tutu, and shies were already done," he replied.

"Lexi, baby, wanna see your costume?" Jack asked her. His head looked down to see her with her eyes closed. She had fallen asleep in his arms. "I guess she'll have to wait until tomorrow," he said while chucking a bit. "There's no point of me getting up now since she'll probably wake up if I decide to move," he jokingly said.

I got up before I grabbed Alexis off of his lap. "I've got her, go get some rest now. I don't care if it's in the bedroom or in here just sleep," I smiled as I walked upstairs slowly to her room.

I got to her room and slowly put her down on her bed. Pulled her blankets over her tucking her in. I bent down to stroke her before kissing her on the forehead slowly and quietly closing her door. I sighed in relief as I got her to her room without waking her. I made my way to my bedroom to see Jack lying down. I climbed into bed next to him. "Goodnight, babe," I leaned over and saw him sleeping and kissed him on the forehead before laying down and falling asleep myself.

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Anything For You - Chapter 8*

(Renee x you)

Your POV

It's officially another Friday night where I had to be on my A game the second I get home from work. Jake decided to throw Renee a party at our house, to wish her good luck on the European leg of the tour. This meant that not only was I prepping for another 6-8 hours before I could sleep, but it was in my own house so I couldn't leave early.

Thankfully when I had walked in the door half an hour ago, nobody was here. Jake, Jules, and Brett were setting up downstairs while Kennedi and Payton ran to the liquor store last minute.

While my shower (and my shower beer) definitely reset me, as I was washing my face and brushing my teeth, I very badly wanted to just slip on pajamas and climb into bed. But instead, I'm staring in the mirror butt naked, trying to psych myself up to go put on a cute outfit.

I cover myself in moisturizer and slap on some deodorant, knowing I wanted to just put on some boxers and slide into bed. I let out a deep breath as I step out of the bathroom and into my dimly lit bedroom. I turn on my bedside lamp, bringing some more light into the room as I move around slowly.

As I pull my tight black boxer briefs over my hips, I hear a light knock on my door. "Who is it?" I call out, rushing over to my dresser to grab a black bralette. The door cracks open, a familiar head of blonde hair smiling at me. "Come in, babe," I smile, settling my bralette over my chest. "You didn't have to knock."

"I know, I just didn't wanna be rude." Renee fully comes in my room, holding a duffle bag. She had on a pair of blue jeans with multiple different color washes sewn together, a white graphic tee, and black sneakers. I'm assuming Jake told her to stay over, but I want her in my bed anyway. "Hi," she smiles as I walk up and wrap my arms around her waist.

I connect our lips in a soft kiss, the singer dropping her bag at our feet. She wraps her arms around my neck, deepening the gentle kiss with ease. I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, Renee squealing and giggling against my lips.

"What are you doing?" She asks quietly as I walk us over to my bed. I lay her down gently, kneeling between her legs. I lean down and kiss along her jawline, until my lips are against her ear.

"I'm gonna fuck you," I mumble, biting her earlobe softly. Renee lets out a whimper, her legs tightening around my waist, pulling our hips together. "Tell me what you want baby." I continue my soft kisses down her neck, sliding my hands under the loose black tee separating my body from Renee's.

"I want you to eat my pussy," she states, a hint of nervousness in her voice. I snap my eyes up to her, the blonde biting her lip gently as she looks down at me. I could see her eyes change from nervous to embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

I cut her off, crashing our lips together Renee's lips moving feverishly against mine. "Happily," I smirk, Renee visibly relaxing with a smile. I tug on the belt loops of her jeans, Renee lifting the hem of her shirt up so her stomach is exposed, granting me easier access to the denim.

"Please," she nods as I unbutton her pants, tugging them down her legs. The blonde is in a dark green thong, her wetness already seeping through the thin fabric.

"Damn, Rapp, already?" I tease, Renee rolling her eyes and shoving me lightly. I connect our lips again, as I move my hands all over her torso, the white tee getting in my way. "Sit up," I demand, sitting back on my heels. Renee quickly pushes herself into a seated position as I tug her shirt off her body. "Good girl." Renee smirks as I toss the shirt away, running her fingers along the waistline of my boxers. A matching green bra sits, holding my favorite tits gently.

I place a hand on her lower back and lean into her, our foreheads together as I lay her back down. I get lost in the hooded blue eyes, wishing I could look into them forever. I connect our lips in a passionate kiss as Renee's hands move around my back, her long nails leaving light scratches.

I move down her body with hot wet kisses, Renee's fingers tangling in my roots as I get down past her belly button. I look up, Renee staring at me intensely. "Take them off," she husks, pushing my head towards her center. I smirk to myself as I continue the kisses along her panty line, hooking my fingers into the thong and pulling it down her legs.

I toss them away, Renee's glistening folds staring at me as I reposition myself to lay between her legs. I look back up at her, Renee nodding for approval quickly. I turned back to the perfectly waxed pussy, licking from her center up to her clit gently.

Renee immediately lets out a heavy moan, one hand resting on her stomach while the other is entangled in my hair. I reach my left hand up, intertwining our fingers as I repeatedly flick my tongue over her clit.

The soft light of my room was shining onto the blonde perfectly. Her eyes were staring into mine as I worked in and out of her folds, focusing on her clit. Her chest was moving rapidly as the heavy breaths escaped her slightly open plump lips. "You're so good at that," Renee moans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I quicken my speed on her clit.

I take my middle finger, rubbing small circles around the singer's opening, Renee squeezing my left hand tightly. "Tell me what you want, baby doll," I smirk, kissing the swollen set of lips between the blonde's legs. I continue circling my finger, the blonde looking down at me, her eyes now a dark navy.

"I need you inside," she mumbles, clearly trying to conceal the moans that were building.

"Good girl," I mumble, sucking gently on her clit. I slide my finger in with ease, Renee's walls contracting as she takes in a sharp breath. I slowly curl and uncurl my finger, the blonde grinding her hips into my hand.

"Baby, I need more," she says shakily, tugging on my roots to pull me in closer. I change from sucking on her clit to flicking my tongue over it repeatedly, the singer's moans becoming continuous. I slide my ring finger in with ease, stretching out the blonde's tight pussy. "Fuck, Y/n."

I smirk to myself as I curl my fingers more quickly, looking up to see the blonde staring at me with hooded eyes. She quickly removes her hand from my head, and reaches into her bra, massaging her breasts. The sight before me is so fucking attractive, I subconsciously slow down as I watch the blonde.

"Don't slow down. I want to cum on your tongue," Renee husks, squeezing my left hand tightly. I nod, looking back down at my work, speeding up my tongue and fingers. "Yes, baby, just like that," she mumbles.

I can feel the blonde's pussy tightening around my fingers as her climax builds, the wetness from her center trailing down my chin and neck. The moans falling from her mouth are endless, and have turned from words into sounds. I look up, making eye contact with the blonde, Renee's eyes squeezed tightly shut as she's looking up at the ceiling. "Come for me, princess," I whisper, placing my thumb on her clit and rubbing quickly.

"Oh fuck- Fuck!" Renee screams, her legs immediately trying to squeeze shut as I do not slow down my pace. Her whole body is shaking as she swears and squirms below me, letting her orgasm take over her body. I slow my movements, letting her come down from her high. She lets go of my hand, total exhaustion taking over her body.

I slowly slide my fingers out of her, placing a small kiss on her clit, the older girl shuttering below me. "Good job, baby," I smile as I settle next to the blonde. "Open," I say, Renee looking at me with a blush. She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out, accepting my two middle fingers with ease. As she sucks her own cum off of my digits, I leave slow kisses along her collar bones. I take my fingers out of her mouth, placing my hand softly on her hip.

I look up at her, a soft smile gracing the singer's flushed face. "You're good," she laughs lightly, leaning in for a kiss. As she tries to deepen it, I pull away.

"I would love to continue this, but Jake is gonna kill me if I'm the reason you miss the party he's throwing for you," I say softly, the blonde pouting against my lips. "You know I'm right." I place a soft peck on her cheek before rolling out of bed.

"I know," Renee mumbles from behind me, not moving from her spot. I walk over to my dresser, grabbing another pair of underwear, the ones currently on my body being ruined now.

"I'm gonna pee and clean up, and when I come out you gotta be dressed or Jake is not gonna be happy with us," I say, disappearing into the bathroom. I can't help but let out a small laugh as I look at how disheveled I've become in the past half hour. My previously neat and done hair was now insane and definitely was going to need to be up for the party.

I quickly pee, rolling my eyes at the wetness between my legs and my ruined boxers. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and keep my boxers off before heading back into the bedroom.

Renee is sitting on the edge of the bed dressed, her hair up in a clip now as she scrolls through her phone. "If you wanna go downstairs I'll be down in like 5 minutes," I say, tossing my boxers in the hamper before grabbing a new pair.

"No, I'll wait. It sounds like the party is starting to get going," Renee smiles, laying her phone next to her. I grab my softest light blue jeans, sliding them up my legs and buckling them. "Is it okay if I leave my stuff in here?"

"Of course, aren't you sleeping in here?" I ask, rummaging through my t shirt drawer. The dresser wasn't crammed full of clothes, but I definitely had my fair share collected over the years.

"Yeah, I wanted to but I wanted to make sure you were okay with that," she says softly. I turn to look at her, holding up two shirts, not being able to decide.

"Green or white?" I ask, Renee looking at me with a small smile. "What?" I laugh lightly, placing both shirts next to the blonde on the bed.

"I like how comfortable you are with me." The older girl stands up, placing both hands on my hips. Goosebumps immediately appear on my torso, Renee's blue orbs staring into mine. "Green," she whispers as she leans in. I meet her halfway, capturing her bottom lip between mine. I cup her cheeks, our lips moving together slowly.

She pulls away, a soft smile on her features before she opens her eyes. "Of course I'm comfortable with you. Aren't you comfortable with me?" I slide the green shirt over my body, Renee straightening it out on my shoulders as I look at her.

"I haven't felt this comfortable with someone in a long time. Or this natural," she mumbles, cupping my cheeks. The older girl pulls me in for another soft kiss, both of us smiling into it. "Want help with shoes?" She asks, walking over to my closet.

"I feel like dressing your date is a bigger step in a lesbian relationship than moving in together," I tease, Renee scrunching her nose at me with a smile. I wrap my arms around her waist as she scans my closet, pulling out my Birkenstock Bostons. "I'm so glad you grabbed those. They're so damn comfy."

Renee and I head downstairs, the bass bumping through the hallway as soon as we leave my room. She leads the way, my living room erupting in cheers as Renee comes down the stairs. I recognized a few faces, but let the singer disappear into the crowd of her people. I head off into my kitchen, the entire house being lit dimly by party lights strung up.

I grab a beer from the fridge taking a deep breath as I lean against the counter. I was getting comfortable with the blonde, but I knew that neither one of us wanted to have the conversation about her leaving in 7 days. It didn't feel like we were at the point yet to become official and so long distance. But also we weren't nothing. The conversation was pending, but for tonight I wanted to enjoy wishing her well.

"I did not expect to see you here." I instantly recognize the teasing voice before I see the body approaching me. I look up and connect eyes with the brown ones I had known so well only a short time ago.

"I live here," I laugh, pulling the younger brunette in for a hug. "I think you absolutely expected to see me," I say as she hugs my waist and I have one arm draped around your shoulders. "How have you been, Tatey?"

"Good. Surprised you stopped coming to Alo after Christmas," Tate says, leaning on the counter next to me. I scan the brunette, her outfit being great as always. She had on a tight black cropped tank with dark green cargoes. Her hair was down cascading over her chest and stomach, settling above her pant line.

"Yeah, it felt a little awkward. I'll admit that." The music was pumping through the living room and backyard, but fortunately, the kitchen was calmer. I take a long swig of my drink, knowing I needed to down more of them. "But you're still going with Jake all the time, right?"

Tate nods, staring at me intensely. I can't tell if she was trying to be sexy or read my expression. "This small talk sucks. It's just me, Y/n," the younger girl says, resting her hand on my bicep. She rubs her thumb over it softly, a small smile gracing her features. "Why don't we go upstairs and we can have a real conversation?" The tone of her voice has turned sultry, and she steps towards me, trying to push our bodies together.

"I'm all set. Thanks for the offer," I say quickly, moving my body out of the way of hers, a confused expression falling on her face. I kind of stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

"Since when do you turn down fucking me with the strap for hours?" She asks again, trying to step towards me and touch my face. I feel a vibration in my pocket, ignoring it, hoping I could get out of this situation.

"Since I'm not interested," I say, stepping away again. "It was nice seeing you, but really, I'm not interested. It was fun while it lasted but that was a while ago." I quickly escape into the back yard, seeing people scattered everywhere, smoking, drinking, lounging, and dancing to the music. I find Payton and Julia in the corner with a few other mutual friends, smiling and laughing on our lawn furniture.

I jog over, both of them smiling when they notice me. "Where have you been? The party started like over an hour ago," Payton teases, scooting over to make space between herself and Jules for me to sit. I down the rest of my beer, tossing it away before sitting between them.

"I was being cornered by Tate," I say, both of them smirking. "No, not a good thing." I feel another buzz in my pocket, finally deciding to check my phone. "I barely got out of there."

From: Renee: why don't you just fuck her right there on the counter.

From: Renee: i bet you can still taste my cum in your mouth while you're talking to her

"What?" I mumble, very confused at the texts I had before me. I look around the back yard, not being able to spot the blonde.

"Uh oh," Julia says, looking at my phone. "Were you flirting with Tate?"

"No, I literally weaseled my way out of there as soon as I could," I explain, taking Payton's drink out of her hand and taking a long swig. Did not think it was going to be a vodka soda, I definitely took too big of a sip. "I feel like I should go find her and explain myself right?" The brunettes on either side of me nod quickly, gesturing for me to go.

"Just be honest," Payton says, tapping me on the ass as I walk by. "Good luck, Y/Nn," she tells as I head inside the house to find the blonde.

I scan the almost empty kitchen, not finding my girl. I knew she must be in the living room, which was just a dark dance floor with music so loud I was slightly worried about the neighbors. There were probably 50 people crammed into this space, Renee not on the edge of the dance floor, meaning I had to go through and try to find her.

I saw Jake and Brett dancing on the edge with Brett's boyfriend and a few of Jake's work friends. I decided to avoid them until I found Renee and sorted things.

The room was practically pitch black, all of our furniture being moved into the back yard to make space for everyone. The lights were off with a few cheap "strobe" lights in the corner, along with colorful fairy lights trailed along the top of the wall.

I decided to start pushing through people I don't know, trying to find the blonde. "Sorry, sorry. Excuse me." I wasn't going to be rude as I slid between groups and couples dancing.

I eventually come across Renee on the opposite wall of the living room, chatting it up with some 6'0" tall guy. They were both smiling, Renee had a hand on his arm as they talked. They were too close for my comfort, and I couldn't stand the confidence he had that he was going home with her.

"Hey, she's not interested," I say, putting my arm around Renee's waist, trying to pull her away.

"She can speak for herself. Who the fuck are you?" This guy looked a lot taller when he was frustrated and the anger was pointed towards me.

"I'm her fucking girlfriend and she's not interested." I grab Renee's hand, practically dragging her through the crowd and up the stairs.

"Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?" At the top of the stairs, Renee wriggles her hand out of my grasp. She looked not happy, but I didn't care because I wasn't happy either. "I was talking to someone."

"I don't care, we're gonna talk this out like adults instead of cryptic text messages and flirting with other people," I say sternly, opening the door to my bedroom, gesturing for Renee to enter. She rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh of defeat, walking into my room slowly. "Communicate with me," I say, closing the door behind us, pointing to the bed. "We're going to talk."

Renee collapses on the edge of the bed, sitting down as she polishes off whatever was in the glass she was holding. She runs a hand through her hair, avoiding eye contact with me. It's clear she's not going to go first so I will.

"I'm going to tell you everything that happened since we separated so we both have a clear picture of what the fuck must have gone wrong," I say, sitting next to Renee. She doesn't look at me, so I continue. "When we came downstairs, I was overwhelmed by the people in the living room. You know everyone and I didn't want to spend the night feeling out of place so I went into the kitchen and had a beer to decompress. When I cracked open my second, Tate walked in," I explain, Renee finally looking up at me.

The dim lights of the room lit up the girl next to me, her soft and gentle features making her more beautiful than ever. I hated this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I just wanted everything to be cleared up. I also wanted an apology.

"Tate and I talked for a little while during my Junior year of college when she first came to LA. She asked me to bring her up here and fuck her with the strap and I told her I wasn't interested multiple times and got out of there the second she said those were her intentions. Then I went into the back yard with Payton and Jules, had another drink, and saw both of your texts. I immediately came to find you." I let out a deep breath, finishing my explanation, Renee's eyes turning from angry to sad.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, putting her head in her hands. "I'm an idiot." The older girl runs her hand through her hair before continuing. "I saw you guys hug, then you were smiling while talking. I like felt my blood boil. Plus your outfits coordinated. And I'm a few drinks in too," she admits, placing a hand on my thigh. I let out a deep breath, letting her continue. "I'm just not used to this. I have always felt like I've had to fight for a person, or that I was always way more into them than they were me."

"I know that feeling. But it's insulting you assume I'm the same as the assholes you've dated in the past. You have said multiple times how different I am and how different you feel our connection is." I was honestly hurt that the blonde just assumed I was a sleazy LA lesbian out to get her. I had been with that type of girl, and it was so far removed from how I lived my life. "Plus, you picked my shirt," I laugh, Renee smiling.

"You're right. I'm really sorry," she says softly, grabbing my hand. "I know you're not like that." She seemed to be avoiding eye contact with me. A silence fell upon us, and I felt like there was more to say on my part.

"I'm sorry for pulling you from that guy. I know I'm not your girlfriend, and while we haven't had a conversation about tour, I don't have a right to pull you from people you're talking to." Renee looked up at me, a soft smile, almost a pity smile, across her face.

"I think I had a hard time seeing you with someone else because I keep picturing that the second I leave someone else is gonna snatch you up. You won't be here when I get back. I hate the idea that we won't be like this in 7 weeks when I come home," the singer admits, playing with my fingers now. "I know we're not gonna be official, but these few weeks have been so great with you, I hate that I'm going on tour."

I nod, feeling the emotions I had been ignoring in the back of my throat. This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have while tipsy, or while there was a party downstairs. But it seemed like something we needed to have now.

"I wasn't planning on seeing anyone else," I say, Renee's expression turning surprised. "I know we're not gonna be like long distance girlfriends, but I was planning on being right here when you get back." I could feel a few tears welling in my eyes, finally creating an incredibly vulnerable space for myself to exist in. Also creating a space where I could be very hurt right here in this moment. "I understand that on tour you have thousands of girls knocking on your door. I'm not holding you to any expectation or rules."

Renee looks down at my lips, her eyes shiny with what I expect to be a few tears if she blinked. She wasn't saying anything, and this silence held between us wasn't tense or angry, it was soft and vulnerable. The blues eyes come up to meet mine before she leans in to connect our lips in a gentle kiss. I could taste tears as our lips move together slowly, not sure if they're mine or hers.

"This is so gay," she laughs against my lips, wiping my cheeks. I smile pulling her in for a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. "Thank you for being so up front and honest," she mumbles, sliding a hand under my shirt and resting it on my hip. "I'm sorry I was so toxic."

"It's okay, I like a jealous blonde," I tease. Renee gasps, slapping my arm lightly. "I'm kidding," I laugh, pulling away from the older girl. "You should go back down to the party."

"You're not gonna come?" Renee stands up holding her hand out for me. I shake my head, standing up and taking off my t shirt.

"I need to sleep. But you'll wake me up when you come back up?" I ask, taking off my bralette. I look up to see Renee staring at my chest. "Baby, wake me up when you come up and you can sleep on my chest," I laugh, pulling my girl in for one more slow kiss.

"Ok, deal," she smiles, heading out of my room. I let out a deep breath when the door closes, tossing my jeans onto the ground and climbing into bed. The soft flannel sheets have been calling my name for hours, and I can finally settle in.

As I'm scrolling through tik tok, almost ready to fall asleep, I get a text from Renee.

From: Renee: I'll be up soon. Sweet dreams

A/n: our first little bit of drama, I'm easing us in for sure!! Also i know Tate is only 20, but I'm writing this as if she were a little older. Let me know if there are any other people you would love to see as characters! I won't tell you how I'll write them in, but I'll do my best. And thank you to everyone who is leaving comments, I love the comments! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying this story.

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