#thomas webb fanfiction

[floralcyanide]

ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs — ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀs ᴡᴇʙʙ

thomas webb x afab!reader (nsfw)

You share a cigarette with the cute boy from your apartment building.

✣ warnings: smut, hints to penetrative sex at the end, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, female anatomy described, fingering, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking

✣ word count: 2k

✣ author’s note: wrote this monthsssss ago, decided to post it. (I'm still on hiatus, though.)

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“You mind if I uh, bum one off you?” a tall boy asks from next to you. You hadn’t noticed his presence.

You’ve been sitting on the couch that’s out back behind your apartment building, smoking a cigarette or two. It had been a long day at work. You study the boy closer and notice he has a pair of glasses perched on his nose and freckles dotting his face.

“Sure,” you say, “for a quarter.”

His face falls briefly before he goes to fish out a coin from his pocket. He pauses when you start to laugh, “I was joking! Of course you can have one.”

He mutters an “Oh” before scratching his neck nervously.

Your eyes rake over him for a moment before you face forward again, taking a drag off the cigarette you had lit just before the boy walked up. Well, perhaps not a boy, but he has such boyish charm. From how he carries himself to how he smiles at you when you hand him one of your menthols. You’ve seen him around before as he lives in your building. But the two of you have never shared a word. Sometimes, you’ve gone to have a smoke out here and seen him with your neighbor, W.F., so you would quietly close the door and go back upstairs. The two of them seem to be close friends, and you’d rather not intrude. Your neighbor sits down next to you and puts the cigarette in his mouth, which you light for him. 

“Thanks,” he says after taking a puff.

“What’s your name again?” you ask suddenly. Not knowing his name and being his neighbor bothers you for some reason.

“Thomas,” he says, “Thomas Webb.”

“Gotcha,” you nod and introduce yourself.

The next time you see Thomas, he checks his mail as you sit on the staircase to escape your stuffy apartment. You strike up a conversation for a little while, then go about your day. The time after that, he invites you to go to a friend’s wedding. He didn’t have anyone to tag along with and didn’t want to go alone. But this also gave him the chance to get to know you better. Thomas wasn’t going to lie; he’s always thought you were attractive. Seeing you in the halls and outside all the time made him want to talk to you. But he never had the chance until recently, by total happenstance. You accept his invitation to the wedding and head back upstairs to your place to celebrate quietly. Thomas is a cutie; being his plus one at a wedding has made your week. 

When the wedding rolls around, you struggle to pick out an outfit. You’re down between a somewhat short cocktail dress that’s a deep color or a more comfortable dress that’s a muted color. After trying both on, you decide the comfy dress is the way to go. You finish getting ready and meet Thomas outside the apartment building. 

“Wow,” Thomas gulps, taking in your appearance, “You look- wow.”

You give him a complete view of your outfit, “You don’t look so bad yourself, Thomas,” you say, smoothing out his lapels.

Thomas hails a taxi to the venue, and you climb inside the backseat with him. Your knee touches his the entire ride, and the subtle contact is electrifying. Part of you desperately wants to get your hands on him, but you also know better than that. If there’s alcohol at the wedding, which there probably will be, you’ll have to fight tooth and nail to keep your hands to yourself. 

The wedding is going swimmingly, and you and Thomas are two drinks in after the ceremony. At one point, you’re standing fairly close to him. Not enough for you to fall into him, but close enough for Thomas to wrap an arm around your waist and mold you into his side comfortably. You feel warm and fuzzy about it. It’s been a while since you’ve really liked someone, and your body is definitely reacting to the closeness. You and Thomas decide to take a shot because why not? You don’t have to drive home, and everyone at the function seems to be having a great time, especially the groom’s uncle, who is now clambering on stage to make a speech. 

You and Thomas tap the shot glasses on the table before tossing them back, and then you order another round. You are so grateful the bar is free. As the groom’s uncle spews on in a drunken stupor, you and Thomas settle on a beer as your final drink before heading out. You both watch the uncle for a few moments before Thomas speaks up, “Wanna get out of here?”

You nod, “Definitely.”

How buzzed you are doesn’t really hit until you step outside into the cool spring air. Thomas hails the taxi home, and you both decide to go to your place to hang out. You’re leaning heavily into Thomas in the backseat, your head on his shoulder. He has an arm around you, his fingers lightly stroking the fringed hem of your dress. He drunkenly wishes to see what’s underneath the fabric.

After paying, you both carefully climb out of the taxi and go upstairs to your apartment. You fumble the keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door. Thomas takes in the appearance of your apartment and decides it’s definitely your vibe. You had ducked into the kitchen to retrieve a liquor bottle, and when you returned, Thomas was splayed on the couch. 

You raise the bottle, “Another shot?” 

“Sure,” Thomas gives you a lopsided smile.

He admires you as you pour two shots into random shot glasses you have, his gaze drinking you in. You hand him the shot, and your fingers brush against his briefly. Your eyes meet, and you keep eye contact even through taking the shot.

“What?” you ask, stifling a giggle.

“Nothing,” Thomas shrugs, “You’re just really beautiful.”

“Oh, really?” you move around the coffee table to sit next to him on the couch, your thighs pressed against one another, “Tell me more.”

Thomas chuckles nervously, “Um, well, you have a great personality too.”

“Uh huh,” you place a daring hand on his thigh, not too close, of course, but it’s enough to set a fire in Thomas’ belly, “I like your personality too.”

Thomas swallows thickly, the alcohol settling in him and making him a little brave. He tucks some hair behind your ear, “So pretty.”

You decide now is the time to be bold, “You know what would make me prettier?”

“Enlighten me, what would possibly make you prettier?” Thomas asks you.

“Me choking on your cock,” you say plainly, staring into his eyes and gauging his reaction.

Thomas bites his lip and exhales through his nose, nodding his head, “Yeah, that would definitely make you much prettier.”

You two start laughing but slowly stop when Thomas grabs a hold of your face. You’re curled up into his side and are quite close already. It doesn’t take much for him to capture your lips with his. Your hand finds Thomas’ hair, and you immediately curl your fingers in it as the other grips his thigh. Thomas slides his tongue along your bottom lip, and you allow him to explore your mouth with it. As the kiss deepens, you climb onto Thomas’ lap, his somewhat thin black trousers making contact with your barely clothed warmth. Thomas grips your hips and nearly bruises you with his thumbs when he feels you beginning to throb against him. You take control of the kiss and suck Thomas’ tongue between your lips, where you begin to bob your head along it. The motion makes his pants tighten. 

“God, I need it,” Thomas pulls away, gasping for air.

“Need what?” you ask, your hands pressed to his chest.

“Your mouth,” Thomas says, his face flushed.

You loosen the tie around Thomas’ neck before discarding it, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He pulls off the blazer and his shirt, and you stand up and climb off his lap. You settle yourself on the floor in front of the couch, your knees planted firmly in the fluffy rug underneath you. You wait, eagerly eyeing Thomas as he slowly stands up and unfastens his pants. When he pulls himself out, you’re glad you’re drunk enough to take his considerable length like a champ. Sober, you would’ve been nervous about it. You scoot up close to him, grabbing his rock-hard cock before kitten licking the tip to tease him. Thomas’ hands fly into your hair as you lick the precum and swirl it around his head. 

You pull away for a moment, “Feel free to fuck my throat. I don’t mind it,” you flutter your eyelashes up at Thomas, who suddenly feels like he’s won the jackpot.

“O-okay,” he says, moving his fingers through your hair to grab hold of your head in preparation.

Without warning, you begin to take Thomas into your mouth, inching as much as you can until he hits the back of your throat. He takes a moment to calm his breathing before he slowly bucks his hips forward. You move your head along to his thrusts, making Thomas moan gutturally. His fingernails scrape your scalp as he sets a steady pace. You can’t help but spread your knees a little so you can reach under your dress to stroke your clit as Thomas fucks your throat. He isn’t going too fast, so he doesn’t hurt you, but you aren’t that patient. You slam your nose into his pelvis, gagging around his length as you pick up the pace for him. Bobbing your head, you relax around Thomas to allow him to indulge fully. You grip his thigh with your free hand as he thrusts into your mouth faster, the sound of you gurgling around him sending him into overdrive. Tears stream down your face as you swipe your clit with two fingers, your moans vibrating around Thomas’ cock perfectly. 

“Lift your dress, let me see,” Thomas says, breathless.

You do as told and allow Thomas to see you playing with your cunt with your underwear pushed to the side. He grabs both sides of your head and fucks into you almost violently, just like you wanted. You’re a moaning, gagging mess as you let Thomas use you to get off. You feel yourself growing impossibly wet as your climax inches closer. 

“Where do you want it?” Thomas asks, unsure of where to cum.

You say nothing and instead, grab his balls to massage them and bring him over the edge. You want him to cum down your throat. And with that last light squeeze that you give him, Thomas is unloading into you, his cum warm in the column of your throat. Thomas kneels down to your level when he realizes you haven’t cum yet, replacing your hand with his. You lean into his chest, wiping at your face as you cry out in pleasure when Thomas plunges two fingers inside you. He uses his thumb to rub your clit, curling his digits in your tight and dripping cunt. Your face is buried in his neck as he brings you to your orgasm, the image of Thomas’ own climax from moments ago playing in your head as your body trembles.

Thomas strokes your hair as you come down, and you both catch your breath. 

“You were right; you really are much prettier choking on me,” Thomas smirked, and you laughed into his neck, “But I think you’d be downright gorgeous taking me inside you.”

“Fuck, you’re smooth,” you mumble, pulling away from Thomas and gazing at him through hooded eyes, “Get on the couch.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Thomas backs up onto the couch and you climb on top of him, not wasting a single second before you fully seat yourself on his length.

You should share cigarettes with cute guys more often.

[taylormarieee]

Stalker Thomas Webb

Summary: Your the new girl and you've just moved into this apartment in New York to get away from your parents and it seems you have a cute stalker...

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairings: Thomas Webb x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Thomas being a stalker, confrontation, suggestive throughout the entire fic, reader being a tease, Thomas being a needy boy, Thomas playing dumb/ hard to get, Mimi being jealous, almost smut...tehehe maybe part 2?

You were so happy to finally be free of the toxic relationships in your life. Your mom, your dad, and even your ex boyfriend. You were free, finally free.

You loved reading and writing and you felt as though you could achieve your passion, your goal to be a writer here in New York. Your mom never accepted it, a small town girl could never possibly make it big.

But you wanted to prove her wrong. You wanted your name in the paper and to be in interviews and to finally show them at you did mean something, that you had talent, that you actually had what it takes to be successful.

Yea, you were a small town girl but you were going to show them that small town girls can make it big! You finally got an apartment. Your apartment number was 2c. You were so happy.

You even made a friend. His name was Thomas. He lived in the Apartment two doors down from you. He was like you.

College dropouts, suckers for writing, lovers for books, you guys were destined to be friends.

But Thomas wanted something more. Even if he did just meet you 2 days ago, he wanted to feel every inch of your body on his body. He wanted you so close that your souls were touching.

He craved you, needed you. So whenever you went out, he went out as well. Constantly stalking and seeing what you were up too. But what Thomas didn't notice was that he wasn't exactly being sneaky or discreet about his stalking.

You constantly saw him and at first you just thought you guys were in the same place coincidently but then you started noticing him everywhere. Places he usually wouldn't be.

You found it quite cute because you wanted to be more than just friends with Thomas too! Yea, you guys have known each other for like 2 weeks now but he was incredibly attractive and you just wanted to suck the life out of him.

Prune him of every last drop of cum he has in his body. Make his dick twitch with overstimulation and anticipation. You wanted it badly but when was the right time?

Eventually when his stalking decided to get more frequent, you decided to confront him. You hid behind a wall waiting for him to turn the corner. When he did you jumped out with a "Boo!" and he stumbled back.

You began to laugh and his face got red. "Hey Thomas... why you stalking me, hmm?" you asked in the sweetest voice.

He's blushing heavily now, 'dammit you knew, he's screwed'.

"W-What do you mean y/n? I wasn't f-following you." He falters and you find it kinda cute. You smile at him and get closer to him. "Oh really? You've been following me for 2 and a half weeks now baby... why deny it? I'm not mad...I find it adorable actually."

He gulps and you can physically hear his heart beating. You get closer to him and your eyes rake up and down his body. A smirk creeps it's way onto his face as he questions, "Your not mad?" He asks.

You shake your head 'no' and he smiles even wider. "that's good. Was planning on doing it a lil longer." He says.

"Why stalk me when were neighbors. If you wanna fuck me just ask." You respond. His eyes grow wide at your statement. 'You caught him' he thought.

That's exactly what he wanted. For some reason he couldn't verbalize it with you. He wanted to make sure you weren't seeing anyone and now that his fear has been denied, he can have you all to himeself.

"What makes you think I wanna fuck you? Hmm?" He asks with a smirk on his face and it only grows wider when yours falters. You look around and shuffle nervously but then as you opened your mouth to say something, some girl turned the corner.

"Thomas, what's going on here?" She asks. She's short but maye the same height as you. Short black hair and melanin skin that glowed in the sunlight.

"Oh hey Mimi." He says breaking his eye contact away from you to face her. 'So this was mimi... the girl that couldn't get her fucking feelings straight,' you thought. She was pretty but Thomas deserved better in your opinion.

"Who are you? and Thomas what the hell!? You were supposed to meet me today at the cafe. I saw you walk by but you didn't come in so I decided to follow you." she says looking between you and Thomas.

"This is my new friend," he says introducing you by your name. "I'm hanging out with her. I totally forgot about the cafe today, my bad." He says.

You scoot a little closer to Thomas to let a woman pass by she mutters out an 'Excuse me' and you smile and gladly move out her way. You grab Thomas' hand to make sure that the lady didn't have to say it again.

Mimi's line of eyesight drops down and you notice your still holding Thomas's hand. You let go of his hand and smile at him. "Me and Nick broke up. Wanted to tell you that today..." She says looking everywhere but Me and Thomas.

"Did you?" He says looking dead at her. She looks up and makes eye contact with him. "Your supposed to be more excited than that. I broke up with him because I got into Croatia and I want you to come with me!" she says as we stand there.

You can tell she's fuming. It's like right out of a forbidden love story except there usually standing in the rain. Shes mad at you. feels as if you are taking Thomas away from her when he was her's first.

But she can't be mad when she blew it, she is the cause to this whole situation. Thomas wanted her. Badly, and she blew it.

"I have a confession to make." Thomas says. You are looking at Mimi but realize he's not looking at her. He's looking at you.

"I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you walk into your apartment. Since the first time we made eye contact I knew. I knew I needed to be with you. So I followed you. Everywhere. More than 2 and a half weeks. I followed you to find out what you liked and what your routine was." He confesses. Your heart swells and you smile.

"I know I seem weird and out of place and I probably sound like a complete creep but, I really do love you. I'm so in love with you that it hurts." He finishes his confession with a sigh and your smile only gets wider.

"I love you too Thomas. I've loved you since I first saw you grabing your mail and talking to that nice old man in 2b. I'm in love with you too Thomas Webb. So much I might cry cuz I felt like I couldn't have you because of her." You say motioning to mimi.

Mimi drops her head as she realizes she's too late. She confessed to Thomas and he found someone else. He really was a good man, guess it was just the right person at the wrong time.

You hug Thomas not wanting to kiss him in front of Mimi to make her feel bad. She says goodbye to Thomas before getting a cab.

He feels bad now but if she’s leaving she most likely won’t come back. He grabs your hand and you both start running towards your apartment as it did start to rain.

When you both got inside the apartment complex, you both laughed as you were both drenched due to the rain.

"I need you... god I've waited so long." Thomas confesses. Your eyes twinkle and you smile.

But you realize that this is all happening a little to fast. As much as you wanted to give into the throbbing between your legs, you needed a tiny bit of time to think.

Before you could answer he kisses you and pushes you against the door. Your hands find purchase on his chest. his muscles and abs being see through because of his wet shirt.

You kiss him back eagerly as you taste cherry on his lips. You break the kiss and suck on that sweet spot on his neck and jaw. Marking him as yours.

He moans in your ear as he lifts you up to straddle his waist. You lock lips with him again before realizing what you were going to say to him.

"T-Thomas baby, wait... wait a second." You say out of breath. He hums and looks at you. "W-What? what's wrong?"

"This is going a little too fast hmm? Lemme just think about this cause mimi is still plaguing my mind and I feel bad. I want you so badly but let's freshen up and come over later tonight yea... to finish what we started ok?" You say with a little smirk on your face.

You kiss him one more time before adjusting his glasses and kissing his nose. He smiles and slaps your ass before he makes his way to the door.

"Your lucky I love you... I'll wait just a little longer for you." He says before smiling and closing the door. You giggle to yourself and make your way to your bedroom.

Oh how you longed to see him again... feel him just one more time...

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He wasn’t even supposed to remember. It was just a little offhand comment you made to get him to cooperate at the dentist while he was high off his face on pain meds.

“Just- behave well now and when we get home you can have anything you want”, praying your bribe worked as his hazy eyes lit up.

“Anything I want?”, he asked as a dopey grin spread across his face, making the gauze in his mouth puff his cheeks and you smile, nodding back. See? Harmless.

So why a month later, when it’s laundry day and all you have on is a huge shirt and a thong, is he finally cashing in his forgotten favor?

Thomas’s thumb caressed your jaw as he lifted your face closer to his with the other digits hooked under your chin. It was hard to think with him so close but you try to pay attention.

“I know it’s been a while but,” Thomas pauses, leaning down and brushing his lips across your jaw up to your ear, chuckling lowly when he feels you shiver before continuing whispering directly in your ear.

“I know what I want now”.

Your heart skips a beat and you swallow hard. Endless ideas for what he could want race through your head so fast it makes you dizzy. Thomas raises his other hand to press you flush against his body, smirking at the debauched look on your face before clearing his throat. You snap out of it, finally asking him what he wanted while at the same time realizing there isn’t much he could ask for and not get from you.

The slow drags of his thumb on your face stop as he moves his hand to wrap around your throat. Thomas’s hand is so big that his middle and thumb almost touch as he squeezes. Pure heat slots through your body, clit throbbing, nipples hard and you whine; pouty glossed mouth dropping open with your doe eyes looking into his dark blue ones. He’s going to enjoy this.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat…n you’re gonna be a good girl f’me while I do. K baby?” He coos down at your unfocused eyes, shifting your body so he grinds his clothed bulge against the front of your panties, biting his lip at the friction and sounds coming from you. You two have done a lot to each other but he’s never fucked your throat..so naturally you’re a bit insecure because your not sure how it would work. There’s no way it’s the same as when you normally sucked him off, right?

“B-but-“ Thomas cuts off your objection with a wet lick up from your jaw to your ear, swirling the wet muscle around and your eyes nearly roll from the pleasure. Tightening his hand, he gently reminds you,

“Anything I want’. That’s what you said no?” You nod and he rewards you with a bruising hickey, firmly holding your ass massaging the fat to help you rub your clit on him. You’re so wet it stains the front of his pants and he’s willing to bet that you’ll cum just off him fucking your skull. The image alone makes his cock throb.

Stopping your movements, Thomas ignores your whines, walking over to the couch to sit; spreading his legs as he takes you in.

“Get on your knees..crawl to me.”

The way you obey immediately has his blood rushing so hard he feels lightheaded. Your ass sways nice and pretty for him with your deep arch and soon enough, you’re right there. Nuzzling his cock almost drunkenly, licking over the fabric and Thomas groans. Swearing he can practically feel your tongue already.

“Oh you little slut.” Thomas mutters with a low growl, a sleazy look appearing as his large hands undo his zipper, letting you pull his pants down the rest of the way.

The sight of his fat dick dribbling pre made you lick your lips as you move to hold him.

 A pleased groan rises up from Thomas at the soft touch of your hands on his throbbing length, fingers hardly able to wrap around him as you spit on it. Jerking him off, you lean in with plush glossy lips to place a lingering kiss on his sensitive tip.

 Electricity shoots up Thomas’s spine as you press your slick pouty lips into his spongy flesh, another spurt of pre shoots out of it, splattering across your cheek.

 Slowly and lovingly, you made your way down the length of his log, sucking smooching pecks on the hot flesh and lashing your wet tongue across throbbing veins, and by the time you make it to the base, precum is leaking out steadily, soaking your hand.

 Bringing your heart shaped face beneath Thomas’s cock, you placed one more kiss on of his fat balls. Fuck. He was going to snap. Your mouth was smart in more ways than one as you suddenly licked up; enveloping him in wet heat, your mouth stretching as you suck him off. Pausing as you struggled to get to the base.

Thomas threw his head back, fogging his glasses up with a moan before looking back down at you. Your eyes were teary and almost blank as you moaned around him. The vibrations give him goosebumps as he grit his teeth in pleasure, trying to reel himself in but gives up when you push your tongue out, laving along the underside of his cock in drooling, hot, strokes as you try to go deeper and whining like every bit of the broken whore he’s about to turn you into when you try- and fail- to make yourself gag on him. Grabbing your hair, he bites his lip. Tossing his restraint out the window in the same second he shoves your head down, relishing in your wet chokes, suffocating his cock.

 “Fuck!” Thomas curses as he feels his fat meat be nearly crushed in the tight humid confines of your throat, spongy flesh pressing against saliva slathered walls and stuffing flushed cheeks.

Your throat was so tight, so wet, so warm- his eyes roll back as he sighs blissfully. “Theeeere we go…making me feel so good..my nasty little slut”, his dirty praise is barely heard through your gags and the ringing in your ears but you’re in heaven.

Pulling your hair, Thomas takes himself from your twitching mouth until only his fat tip remained, grunting again with debauched pleasure as he shoves his cock back down your esophagus.

Your lashes flutter as Thomas pulls your constricting throat back off his length, a burning heat building up between your naked thighs at being so thoroughly used.

Each thrust sent his rod deeper into your over-stretched wind-pipe, more of the vein marbled skin disappearing past your O stretched mouth; and each time his member’s bulbous head plowed deeper, it spewed out a thick rope of pre, blasting down into your stomach.

Your hands that had been hanging limply at your sides made their way between your thighs, disappearing under your soaked panties, moaning as you began pumping slick fingers into the sopping folds of your cunt.

The filthy sounds of your self-induced pleasure also heightened his own, your sounds causing the wet velvety walls of your overstuffed throat to vibrate around his pumping shaft.

 “Ohh, you gonna cum?” Thomas rasped out, fucking faster, buzzing from how fucked out you looked as he used you like a fleshlight. “Yeah, yeah you are.” He groaned out seeing the puddle dripping beneath your pussy.

Feeling his balls beginning to rise in their sack, Thomas redoubles his efforts, pumping the your sweet face up and down on his engorged shaft making your eyes widen, messy face a near blur as he pumped it on his fat cock. With one last shove down onto your head, Thomas pushed your stuffed face down all the way to the base, your nose pressing into his groin, sweaty forehead pressing against his stomach.

The moment you felt his cum down your throat, your body seized up, watering eyes rolling back as an orgasm shot like a freight train through you.

 Hot, shimmering clear liquid sprayed out from your finger stuffed cunny, ruining the carpet beneath.

 “Shit!!” Thomas curses, pulling your stuffed face up his climaxing cock a short length before slamming it back down to the base, making you gag profusely as he dumps another stream of nut into your stomach.

Thomas pumps your head on the base of his meat in short jerks, moaning as he emptied his balls into you until in one swift motion, pulling you off his length, smeared messy gloss plumped lips dragging over veiny flesh until his head popped out from between them, still coming.

 Gripping his huge shaft, Thomas aims at your dazed face, messy and tear stained, your open mouth waiting to get filled with baby-batter.

 Straight and true the next rope of cum shot from him, landing across your open mouth, soon followed by another, and another, until a thick mask of the creamy stuff hid your lewd visage.

 “God Damn!” He breathed, as the last drops spurted out from his cock onto your pretty nut slathered face, your body still spasming from the force of your own orgasm.

Leaning back on the couch, he took a minute to catch his breath; watching you happily suck him off your fingers until he takes off his own shirt to clean your face, checking as he does.

“Fuck that was- no wait, are you okay? Was I too rough? Anything hurt?” You let him pull you up on the couch with him, a stupid grin on your face before you go to speak,

“..mm can’t believe you fucked my skull- felt s’good.” Your words are slurred but what makes Thomas wince is how painful your voice sounds, hoarse and raspy.

He settles you down while you make goo goo eyes at him, flushed because he just…yeah.

“Here, sorry, I-I’ll go make you some hot tea.” And then he’s gone and your left wondering why you didn’t try face-fucking sooner.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[milliondollarwomen]

Fateful Meetings

Thomas Webb x Reader

Word Count 2.6k

Hello! This is something I wrote up the other night cause I feel there isn't a whole lot about Callum Turner. This is just an intro and if you guys like it I will write more! Enjoy.

A knot of anxiety tightened in the pit of your stomach as the soft morning light poured through your apartment's transparent drapes and spread across the space. You had decided to meet up with your ex-boyfriend today, and while you were excited about the possibility, you were also worried.The nerves were unshakeable. And if things went wrong? What if you felt exposed and raw because old wounds reopened? You felt a mixture of excitement and fear at the prospect of confronting your history. You grabbed the bag tremblingly and made your way toward the door, each step felt more difficult than the last. You took a deep breath and ventured out onto Manhattan's busy streets, ready to take on whatever the day might bring. Even with all of your anxiety, there was a glimmer of optimism that perhaps, just possibly, this encounter would provide the closure you had been longing for.

You rounded the corner, lost in thought, only to crash into someone coming from the opposite direction. Your bag and other items fell to the ground, and you let out a startled gasp, your heart racing as you struggled to regain your balance. "I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, crouching down to gather your fallen belongings, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. A stranger knelt beside you, offering a friendly smile as he helped collect the scattered books. "No worries, happens to the best of us," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. As you reached for a stray book, your fingers brushed against his, sending a strange jolt of electricity through you. You looked up, meeting the stranger's gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. "Thomas," he introduced himself, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Nice to meet you, Thomas," you replied, returning the smile, though your heart still raced from the unexpected encounter.You packed up your things and headed to the coffee shop nearby, memories of the unexpected encounter with Thomas still circling around in your thoughts. The smell of freshly ground beans wafted through the door, a soothing reminder of the familiar scent that still danced in your stomach. Your ex was already there, seated at a corner table, their gaze fixated on their phone as they waited for you. As you approached, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you—nostalgia mingled with apprehension, memories of both laughter and heartache flooding your mind. With a forced smile, you greeted them, sliding into the seat opposite theirs. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, a silent tension that hung heavy in the space between you.

"Hey, it's been a while," you greet him as you meet up, trying to keep your voice steady. "Yeah, it has. Thanks for meeting up," he responds casually. The conversation continues, the usual pleasantries exchanged, but there's an underlying tension you can't shake. Finally, unable to hold it back any longer, you ask him, "Why did you even bring me here? If all you wanted was to check in, why did you make it seem like there was something more?" His expression falters, caught off guard by your question. "I... I didn't mean to mislead you. I genuinely just wanted to make sure you were okay," he stammers, apologetic. You shake your head, unable to hide the hurt in your voice. "It's just... it's hard, you know? To see you and not feel like there's still something between us. And then to find out that there isn't... it hurts." He's at a loss for words, realizing the impact of his actions. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize... I'll leave you alone. Goodbye," he murmurs, before walking away, leaving you feeling more confused and hurt than ever. As you gather your things, a heaviness settles in your chest, and you wonder if closure will ever come, knowing you need to find the strength to move on from what could have been. As you stepped out onto the bustling city streets, the weight of the conversation with your ex still heavy on your mind, your phone buzzed in your pocket, interrupting the tumultuous thoughts swirling within you. With a sigh, you pulled it out to see your best friend's name flashing on the screen. "Hey," you answered, trying to sound more composed than you felt. "Hey, are you free tonight?" your friend's voice came through the line, laced with excitement. You hesitated, the events of the day leaving you feeling drained and emotionally spent. The last thing you wanted was to put on a brave face and pretend like everything was okay. But then again, maybe a night out with your best friend was exactly what you needed—a chance to escape the weight of your thoughts and lose yourself in the simple pleasures of the present moment."Yeah, I think I could use a distraction," you admitted reluctantly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips."Great! I'll swing by your place in a couple of hours. Get ready for a night to remember!" your friend exclaimed. With a newfound sense of anticipation, you hung up the phone and headed back to your apartment, the promise of a night out with your best friend offering a glimmer of light in the darkness. Maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the reset button you needed—a chance to leave the worries of the past behind and embrace the joy of the present.

You found yourself standing in front of the mirror, struggling with a whirlwind of contradictory feelings as the evening approached and the possibility of spending the night out with your best friend grew closer. You were feeling uneasy about the day's events and your head was still spinning from the encounter with your ex. A nagging thought of your brief interaction with Thomas earlier in the day crept into the corners of your mind as you started getting ready, carefully applying makeup and choosing the perfect dress. His name stirred feelings you'd tried to push under the surface of the evening's distractions, resonating in your mind like a whisper on the wind. However, you soon dismissed the concept, telling yourself there was little to no chance of ever seeing him again. Considering the size of New York City, the likelihood of a coincidental meeting on the streets was minimal at most. You gave a resolute shake of your head to drive away any thoughts of Thomas and bring your attention back to the task at hand. It was a night to let go of the past and embrace the present, with your best friend by your side. As your best friend's taxi pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt a surge of excitement mingled with apprehension. Rushing out to meet her, you greeted her with a warm smile, the events of the day momentarily pushed to the back of your mind as you embraced the promise of the night ahead. "Hey, thanks for picking me up," you said, sliding into the back seat of the taxi beside her."No problem at all! Ready for a fun night out?" she replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Definitely," you answered, the corners of your lips turning up into a grin. "It's been a long day, but I'm ready to let loose." As the taxi merged into the flow of traffic, the two of you engaged in light-hearted small talk, discussing everything from work gossip to weekend plans. The hum of the city buzzed around you, a comforting backdrop to the easy camaraderie you shared with your friend. Before you knew it, the taxi pulled up outside a cozy-looking jazz bar, its neon sign casting a warm glow against the evening sky. The sound of live music spilled out onto the sidewalk, beckoning you inside with promises of soulful melodies and lively atmosphere. "Here we are!" your friend exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice as she paid the fare and stepped out onto the sidewalk.You followed suit, a sense of anticipation building in the pit of your stomach as you made your way towards the entrance of the bar.

As you and your best friend settled onto the barstools, the soft glow of the jazz bar enveloping you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for her comforting presence. Ordering a round of cocktails, you took a moment to savor the lively atmosphere and the anticipation of the night ahead."So, spill the tea," your best friend exclaimed, leaning in with a mischievous grin. "How did the conversation with your ex go?" You took a deep breath, knowing that your best friend was never one to mince words. "It was... okay, I guess," you replied, swirling the ice in your glass. "He just wanted to check in and make sure there were no hard feelings." Your friend's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Seriously? That's it?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with incredulity. "After everything he put you through, that's all he has to say?" You shrugged, feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Yeah, pretty much. But I guess it's for the best," you replied, trying to keep your tone light. Your best friend shook her head, her expression one of fierce determination. "You deserve so much better than that," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "You deserve someone who sees your worth and treats you like the queen you are." You couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling a warmth spread through you at the unwavering support of your best friend. Raising your glasses in a silent toast, you clinked them together with a sense of solidarity. "To better days and finding someone who truly deserves you," your friend proclaimed, her eyes sparkling with determination. "To better days," you echoed. As you clinked glasses with your best friend, the vibrant energy of the jazz bar pulsed around you, filling the air with a sense of anticipation and excitement. With a shared grin, your friend grabbed your hand and led you towards the small area where people were swaying to the rhythm of the live band. But as you followed her, your gaze inadvertently drifted towards the entrance, and there, amidst the dimly lit crowd, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. It was him—Thomas, the man you had bumped into earlier on the street. And to your surprise, he was looking right back at you. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as your eyes met, the connection crackling with an unspoken electricity that sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze was intense, unwavering, as if drawn to you by some unseen force. As the realization of the moment sunk in, a jolt of nervous energy coursed through you, your heart pounding in your chest. What were the odds of running into him again, especially in a city as vast as New York? But before you could gather your thoughts, your best friend tugged on your hand, pulling you towards the dance floor with an excited grin. "Come on, let's dance!" she exclaimed, oblivious to the brief exchange you had just shared. With a fleeting glance back at Thomas, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music and the infectious energy of the crowd.

As the music swirled around you, you and your best friend danced with abandon, the infectious energy of the jazz band filling the air with an undeniable sense of joy. But as she twirled off to chat with a handsome stranger she'd just met, you found yourself drifting towards the bar, craving the solace of a quiet moment amidst the lively chaos of the club. As you leaned against the polished wood, waiting for the bartender to notice you, a gentle tap on your shoulder caused you to turn around. And there he stood—Thomas, the man whose gaze had lingered in your mind since your chance encounter earlier in the day. "Hey," he said, his voice soft yet filled with an unmistakable intensity. "Hi," you replied, your heart fluttering with a mixture of nerves and curiosity. "Crazy meeting you here." "Yeah, what are the odds?" he chuckled, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine.As the two of you fell into an easy conversation, the noise of the bar faded into the background, leaving only the sound of your voices and the steady beat of your heart. It was as if the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this moment, suspended in time.

"So, how was your day?" Thomas asked, his gaze soft yet filled with an underlying intensity. You hesitated for a moment, surprised by the genuine interest in his eyes. "It was... eventful, to say the least," you replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I ran into my ex earlier, and let's just say it was more awkward than I anticipated." Thomas nodded, a sympathetic expression crossing his features. "I know the feeling," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "My day wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows either. I found out that my dad is cheating on my mom, and I... I confronted the other woman." Your heart went out to him, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. "I'm so sorry," you murmured, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of comfort. "That sounds incredibly difficult." Thomas offered you a grateful smile, his eyes meeting yours with a sense of vulnerability that took your breath away. "Thanks," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a rough day, but talking to you somehow makes it feel a little bit better." You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a sense of connection blossoming between you like a fragile flower in the darkness. It was strange, this inexplicable bond that had formed between two strangers in the span of a single conversation, but somehow it felt right. Eventually Thomas had ordered you a drink and once you both finished your drinks, he glanced towards the corner of the jazz club, where a vintage photo booth stood, invitingly lit. With a charming smile, he suggested, "Hey, want to check out that photo booth?" Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you nodded eagerly, saying, "I’m always up for a good photoshoot." You both made your way over to the booth, anticipation building with each step. As you stepped inside the cozy space, the curtain closed behind you, cocooning you two in privacy. “Okay what should we do first?” He asks “There's no fun in planning it, I'll just hit start and we will figure it out” you say Laughing, you two tried out different poses, capturing candid moments of joy and connection. The camera flashed, freezing your smiles and laughter in timeless snapshots. As the last photo was about to be taken, Thomas locked eyes with you, a flicker of something intense passing between us. Without breaking the gaze, he slowly lowered his gaze to your lips, a silent question lingering in the air. And in that moment, as if drawn by an irresistible force, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. Time seemed to stand still as you guys shared a tender, electric kiss in the dimly lit confines of the photo booth, the world outside fading away into insignificance.

[lao-pendragon]

Nobody: Hello Lao, can you recommend me a Sherman Brothers/Tom Anderson fanfiction?

Me: hell yes

Peeping Thomas by Anonymous on AO3

Tom Anderson (The Fall TV)/Keegan Sherman/Webb Sherman, Rated: Explicit

[willyoubemycherryy]

➯𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝟝...𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕖𝕓𝕓 𝕩 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕🎀

A/N: I don’t really have any direction for these two so anything after this will probably just be random idk I’m still deciding

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 >>> 𝕟𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤, 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕘𝕝 ^^ <𝟛𝟛𝟛

Mah sweetiebaes (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )♡︎♥︎ @taylormarieee @luvlydeja @b1mb0slvt @missusnora @eleanorbaybars @eymie

.❣︎.

“𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤..𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝒚𝒐𝒖…”

“Don’t look at me”, you groaned as you rolled away to duck back under the blankets.

Embarrassed was an understatement.

The complete details of last night run through your head, making you flush. You could not believe all the ways he had you, made you beg for him, and even cry. If Thomas had asked you for anything crazy last night, you most likely did it and for less than a Scooby snack and that embarrassed you to no end.

On the bright side, you two are officially official. A smile creeps it’s way onto your face because yes he’s yours and you can’t wait for all the cute couple stuff you guys will do together.

….as soon as you move past your current humiliation of facing the man you slut out 4 times a few hours ago.

Huffing out a chuckle, Thomas tugs on the thick blanket hiding you. “Why don’t you want me see you?” Grinning down at your outline, he’s never felt better.

He likes you so much, and you like him back just as much and now you two were dating. You were stunning and charming and funny and you liked him. He was already in a fantastic mood when he woke up next to you, mussed hair with a peacefully sweet expression on your face while you slept. The date couldn’t have went better. You hadn’t left his side the entire night, interested solely in being with him and it such a dopamine rush. Unsurprisingly his father wasn’t fond of you just like John Cena (Johanna) who absolutely loathed you but unlike his mother who he knew would be pestering him about when she’d see more of you.

Then there was everything he did to you after and even before you’d left.

He felt his blood get hot as he remembered how good you were for him, melting like cotton candy under him but you tasted twice as sweet. He’d even managed to temper that mouth you always drove him crazy with.

Before he gets too lost in thought, the sound of you whining brings him back.

“Becauseee���”

“Because what?“ He had a feeling what it was but he’d drag it out to amuse himself.

“…you know.. you-“

“Me? What did I do that was so bad that you won’t even let me look at you?” Leaning down to whisper next to where your ear would be as he moves closer, voice low and flirty as he teased you. Your mouth drops open as you gasp. He was playing dirty.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your embarrassment, you blurt it out.

“What did you do??? You literally gave me the prostitute treatment!” Thomas laughs at how indignant you sound while you continue.

“You even saw up both of my….holes-“ he cuts you off, grinning.

“Yeah but I did way more than just see, in fact-“

“WHAT EVER!!” You cut him off with a squeal before he can give you the explicit version from his side, kicking him through the cover as he laughs. The sound filling you with adoration as you smile before deciding to come out, whipping the cover over your head as you shift to sit crisscross, naked as the day you were born, facing him.

Hickeys of varying sizes, bite marks, and other marks were blossomed all over your body as Thomas loses his breath looking at you. You really were too pretty.

Leaning over, he kisses your pout. You kiss him back but your still a little miffed.

“If it helps, you’ve also seen me naked”, he says, trying to placate you.

Somehow that manages to make you frown deeper as you look at him.

“But you weren’t upside down naked.”

Well you had him there.

Pulling you into his lap, he smiles up at you sweetly, uttering a soft ‘true’ before peppering you with powder soft kisses. Running your fingers through his curls, you soak up his attentions with a delicate sigh.

The atmosphere was nothing short of dreamy and even time felt slower as you two enjoyed each other’s presence. There probably wasn’t a thing you could say you hated about him. He was just that lovely. Blue eyes, gentle hands, a wonderful smile, creative and sweet.

He made you feel like glitter in the air. Like yoga on a slow summer morning with a fresh mani pedi. Like smiling for no reason with the wind in your hair. He felt like all of those to you.

Wrapping you arms around his neck, you kiss his cheek and rest your forehead on his.

“You’re so handsome, Thomas”, you whisper against his lips. A blush creeps onto his cheeks as he whispers back. “That’s some high praise coming from Aphrodite herself. Thank you, goddess.” The tenderness in his voice makes your heart skip a beat as you look into his eyes, biting your lip.

Shifting atop him, you freeze when you feel that familiar hardness against your ass. Thomas is already two steps ahead of you as he tightens his arms around your waist, burying his face into your chest with a soft groan.

“T-Thomas..”

“I can’t help it with you”, he mumbles, turning his face up again, looking at you through half-lidded heart eyes. You find yourself capturing him in a languid kiss, your lips mold against each other and Thomas gets lost in the push and pull.

Biting his lip as you pull away, you want to go another round but refrain because you two have all day for that. So, feigning casualty, you move off him on shaky legs to grab a shirt and throw it on. Turning back to meet his dumbfounded look with a cheeky smile.

“So…breakfast?”

Thomas shakes his head, chuckling.

“Seriously?” He asks, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Yes. I’m hungry and I wanna show you my fancy orange juice.”

Wow. How could he turn that down?

“Alright, I’ll bite. What are you making?” The way he’s looking at you makes you nervous but you ignore it in the name of playing nice.

“What do you want?”

The silence that came after your question had your nerves suddenly on edge as your boyfriend stared you down before beckoning you with two fingers.

“Come here”. He says lightly, and you, unsuspecting of foul play, move to stand between his legs.

Thomas waves you down so you nervously bend until his face is right in front of yours and he’s grinning all the while before he speaks.

“I want you.”

Dropping your head on his shoulder, you suck in a breath to not smile.

“You do have me”, you know that’s not what he meant but it’ll have to work.

“I don’t have you on top of my tongue though. I want that juice.” Gasping you push off him and bat his hands away. You bite your lip in an attempt to not smile but it doesn’t work as you grab his hands and try to pull him to his feet.

“Well you’ll have to wait because we’re getting breakfast-“, you cut him off when he goes to open his mouth, “the kind you CHEW you freak of nature!” You huff out as Thomas finally takes mercy on you and gets up, looking down at you fondly.

“Okay breakfast, but not in bed, it is. Lead the way angel.” Brushing your hair back, he drops his hand to your cheek then flicking the underside of your chin.

Fuck he’s hot.

Clearing your throat, you turn with his other hand in yours as you walk to the kitchen. Listing all the breakfast foods you know how to make, seating him at the island as you pour him some of your fancy orange juice. To him, you looked so cute as you gave him the full rundown of your hospitality while he sipped overdressed juice that came from a glass bottle.

“-actually everything I make tastes good”, you pause and look at him and smile when he’s already looking at you because of course he was.

“You’re definitely right about that”, he says with a teasing quirk of his eyebrow, smirking at the cute scandalized giggle you let out.

“Thomas-!”

Resting his head against his hand, he decides to be good.

“I’ll have whatever your having, pretty.”

Your cheeks start to feel warm at the look he levels you with so you turn to grab your ingredients and stuff before reaching over him to grab your phone to play music. The minute you decided on a song, a stinging slap to your ass stops you, the burn making your blood warm.

“Excuse you?“

Thomas nods at you with a smirk.

“Yes, pretty?” Biting the inside of your cheek, you snap back at him.

“Would you mind keeping your hands and feet inside the ride until I’m finished?”

“I’ll see what I can do”, he replies back without missing a beat and you grin at each other before continuing. Hitting play on your song as you begin to cook.

“We’re having breakfast sandwiches.” You announce, ignoring the way he watches your bare legs and everything else that peeks out underneath your oversized shirt, he hums.

“That’s perfect. You don’t have any plans today right?“ He asks because he doesn’t want to leave you and you feel the same.

“Nope”, you say. Popping the ‘P’ before asking if he needed to be anywhere else today.

“No, so you’re stuck with me.” He jokes and you laugh softly.

“Boy, aren’t you lucky?” And looking at you as you move around, happy and content, you seem to glow.

Sighing, he looks at you lovingly and whispers,

“Yes. I think I finally am…”

nobecausehesactuallymyman

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[willyoubemycherryy]

Order➬ 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆 𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒕𝒕, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒆𝒙𝒑1𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓3𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 😇

°❤︎︎

.❤︎︎

It was something like a setup how you got yourself into your current situation. Not that you’re complaining.

Crazy how all it took was one little offhand comment…

“Not everything is for everyone, though. I know I am not physically capable of squirting, nothing personal.”

Thomas however, took that very personally so enter him making it his mission to prove you wrong by getting you to squirt off just his fingers…and it was blissful hell. Edging you for almost two godforsaken hours.

The way he suddenly takes his fingers out draws a sharp breath from you. “What – oh,” you gasp as Thomas’s fingers slide between your wet, swollen folds, quickly finding their way back to your hole. Thomas doesn’t push in right away, though, and instead takes his time teasing you more until your hips are arching up off the bed, fingers scrabbling at his wrists and your begging in a hoarse, hot whisper, the heady smell of sex and arousal rising like a fog between them.

Thomas pushes in two, then three fingers. Your thighs quiver as your hips roll to try and get those fingers a little deeper; Thomas smirks as he curls the digits inside, massaging behind the pubic bone again in that magical little spot that has you practically collapsing boneless against his shoulder. He massages your engorged clit with the heel of his hand and his whole palm is soon dripping with fluids, your hips humping wildly.

“That’s it. Let it go pretty baby, let me have it…gonna feel so good..”

Your practically screaming as heat envelopes your entire body, part of you is confused because what the hell is happening to you and you choke on a moan when his thick fingers begin thrusting more; assaulting your swollen, slick walls thoroughly. Gasping, you let out a weak, dazed moan as you shift to try and drive Thomas’s fingers even deeper.

Your breath picks up as your body stills, everything cresting at once and there’s pressure before your walls convulse with your clit and dear god, you’re cumming so hard you go numb.

The first splatters of liquid take you by surprise, Thomas's eyes widen when he realizes that you’re gushing, fluid seeping out all around the fingers stuffed inside of you. Your orgasm rips through you like a freight train, making your body shake and pussy clench, all but forcing his digits out. When Thomas pulls away, a stream of liquid drips out of your shining cunt, and it makes his mouth water. He’s quick to swipe in a taste, making your fucked out self sigh drowsily. 

“Told you you could.”

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[willyoubemycherryy]

➯ 𝟜 & 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃 𝒙 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓...♡︎

𝒯ℴ𝓅 𝒷𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓈 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃．．．@missusnora @eymie @eleanorbaybars @b1mb0slvt @luvlydeja ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: *deep ass breaf😂😂* 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’🤭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡^𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟!𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐟()𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐧!𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐝!𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠-, 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩v𝐬𝐬𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐡3𝐠𝐚𝐨, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 ✪𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭1𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧😇 ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴇɴᴛ@ɪ

“𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒. 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚...𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒..“

How you two made it up to your apartment without giving up and fucking on the stairwell is truly a mystery, but one that you can’t bother to solve now.

“Just so you know, I’m clean. But if you want-“

“I’m clean too, and birth control so we’re good”.

Covering all the bases immediately as Thomas has your dress halfway off before you even manage to open the door all the way, distracted by the heat of his firm wandering hands and mouth, you almost forget to shut it as Thomas slides his fingers between your thighs. Hissing at how you were even wetter now, he bites a spot on your neck near your pulse, soothing the sting with his hot tongue and you moan desperately.

“You’re like a dream, baby. Want you so bad”, he murmurs against your lips, looking into your lidded eyes.

You were almost alarmed at how bad you wanted him. Your blood felt like fire as the intensity of your arousal rushes it through your body. Reaching up you hold the back of his head, biting your lip at the shiver you feel run up his spine when you rake your nails across the short hairs at his nape.

“Yeah? You want me gorgeous? How do you want me?” The seductive purr of your voice turns into a gasp when you feel him start to play with your clit. Massaging the swollen bundle of nerves in firm, smooth circles, furrowing his brows as your slick drips all over his hand, forehead on yours as he moans into your open mouth.

“I want you in every way I can take you. I want you at places with me. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to echo in your head the way you echo through mines”, panting into each other’s mouths, Thomas goes faster, looking into your teary eyes that practically have hearts in them now.

You whine when he slows down, trying to cum and catch your breath long enough to tell him you do like him back and that you’d love to be his girlfriend but the slow back and forth between your wet pussy lips sends jolts of electricity through you with each swipe and it’s slowly chipping away at your restraint to not destroy him. Horny inevitably wins as you jump on him, whining at his hands gripping your ass.

“Do you want me too?” He whispers softly into your chest, breath warm against your hard nipples.

Swallowing your whimpers as Thomas rolls his body into you, the friction of the fabric threatening to finish you.

“Yes. God, yes. I want you so much it’s killing me, I’ll be your girlfriend, whatever you wan-“, cutting you off with his full lips on yours, Thomas bounces you against the hardness his clothed cock as he speeds to your room.

Dropping you on the bed, he strips as fast as his adrenaline allows; kneeling between your legs, he settles on top of you once he’s naked all before you even get a chance to see his pretty cock.

Kissing down your chest to your nipples, sucking hard on the stiff peaks and stuffing 3 of his fingers into your sloppy hole, fucking you as he curls them up. Obscenities spill from your mouth at the pleasure flushing over your body, crying out as that familiar creeping heat began to engulf your pussy.

“W-wait, I wanna make you feel good too…”

You take his fingers out and bring them to your lips, giving Thomas your best “fuck me” eyes as you take them in your mouth, sucking your juices off.

Thomas feels his cock jump when the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat as you moan around a gag before taking them out, dragging them on your tongue as they went.

You were such a sexy little tease.

Pulling back completely, he spreads your legs even wider with his hands underneath the crooks of your knees, staring down at your soaked private parts. Wetness seeping out of you and he sucks his teeth, throwing his head back as he slid his cock between your sopping wet pussy lips, closing your legs as he slid back and forth.

You moan in unison at how good it felt, his fat tip nudged your clit with every stroke and you just kept getting wetter, dripping down your ass at this point.

“Mmm! F-fuck me please~ cmon, ruin me…can’t wait anymore-!”

The kiss he gives you is mostly tongue before he spreads your legs once again, smacking your clit with his length.

“I know…I know you how bad you want my fat cock spearing your desperate hole open…”

The words sent a shock right through your body as if lightning had struck you. You cry out, trying your best to roll your hips up into his to seek out that delicious friction, but you couldn’t find it.

And then you looked down at his crotch, heart stopping when you saw the sheer size of his member. It was at least eight inches plus three-fingers thick. Your clit twitched at the sight.

“I need-“,

“You’re my shameless little thing, aren’t you?” Thomas purred, positioning his cock at your soaking entrance and licking his lips, just barely applying pressure.

You looked especially good underneath him, debauched and pretty; begging while letting him have you so eagerly.

“Breathe okay? Gonna make this pretty cunt feel so good”, was the only warning you got before you were being stuffed full of his dick. Color smeared glossed mouth dropping open in a silent scream at the sheer burn of the stretch, making you lock up as you suddenly cum. Groaning from how you suddenly tighten and coat his cock in more of your cream, Thomas looked down at you and your dazed, mascara smeared blown eyes, wet puffy lips, and can’t resist pulling his hips back, fucking you in earnest.

Railing you so good that it has you producing the most depraved sounds you didn’t even think were possible.

You were so fucking tight and so goddamn wet that he was starting to get a bit delirious as he took a handful of your hair and pulled your head back to expose your neck, licking and sucking feverishly at the sensitivity skin while you twitched n gushed around his fat cock.

A carnal melody of mindless squeals, lustful grunts, and the wet sucking sounds of thrusting flesh echoed out through the space, letting anyone who passed your door know exactly what was going on. Blue eye roll in pleasure while your wails of ‘m gonna cum’ ‘gonna make me cum’ were music to his ears.

“That’s it. That’s my perfect sweet girl…lettin’ me have you like this. All mine, yeah?” he cooed, the grip on your waist bruising as he thrusted in and out of your swollen cunt.

Heat began to coil tightly in the pit of your stomach as you tensed and wailed for him. Goosebumps breaking out all along your arms, your legs, the back of your neck. You were close, so close to coming…

“Aah-! A-all yours!” You warble out through watery bleating moans, gasping while you creep closer to paradise.

Feeling you tighten around him sent shivers up Thomas’s spine despite the heat of the room. Your pussy was perfect, whining throatily from your slick walls choking his cock, submerging it in molten juices as you took every inch, back arching with a string of whined curses as slammed into your sopping cunt even harder. Desperately needing to cum with you.

Watching his eyes roll into the back of his head with a filthy groan, you feel him grow inside of you; ridiculously deep, the outline of his cock is visible right below your bellybutton, Thomas blindly reaches down to your swollen clit smacking it wetly in time with his thrusts and within seconds, you’re stiffening, seizing and screaming around his cock as you cum harder than you ever had before.

Eyes fluttering to the back of your skull, tongue falling out, your mind goes completely blank from your orgasm.

The wet squelches as you got so tight, Thomas couldn’t move. Gasping with a guttural moan as his own orgasm is set off by the pulsating suction of your drooling cunt. Hot cum spills into you as Thomas leans down to suck on your tongue like a pacifier while you milk his cock.

It takes a while for you two to come down. Thomas does before you, kissing over your face sweetly and running his hands all over you as he slips out, moaning at the filth of your combined fluids.

You open your eyes and even though you’re tired as fuck, you’re all smiles. Wrapping your arms around his neck to cuddle him sleepily as he grins against your lips.

Blissed out, you mumble for him to “stay the night”, yawning as you get comfortable. Ready to nap and sort out the details and perks of your new relationship later.

“I’ll stay…but you need to go pee, baby”. He whispers softly, smoothing the back of his fingers down the side of your face.

“Hmm. No thank you.”

Tightening your legs around him, you close your eyes. To you it didn’t matter since he’d more than likely cum inside you again within the next 24 hours.

“Angel, you have to go. I came inside you so-“

“I know, I was there and it felt amazing pretty boy”, Thomas blushes at that, pushing his glasses up as he tries to convince you,

“So you need to pee so you don’t get an infection. C’mon, I’ll even carry you.”

“Say please?” Cheeky.

“Normally I would…if I was asking but I’m telling you, Doll.”

“Okay okay”, tightening your arms around his neck, Thomas pushes the covers back and lifts you, making his way to your bathroom.

He feels a little nervous being so exposed after sex but good too. Euphoria buzzing through him as you hold his hand from where you’re sitting.

“Okay I can take it from here big boy. Go get comfortable, I’ll be back after I clean up a bit, I’m sure I look questionable.”

Shaking his head, you were never anything less than otherworldly to him.

“Not at all, you’re always pretty. But I’ll be here okay? I won’t leave.” He really was too sweet, reassuring you like that. You smile at him warmly, waving him down so you can kiss real quick before he turns to go.

“I’m borrowing your clothes, by the way.”

“If you and your horse can fit any of them”, laughing as he gasps and pretends to clutch his pearls.

“We’ll see about that miss missy!” Closing the door, you’re left pleasantly sore and grinning.

You liked him so much. You liked Thomas and he knew and liked you back and now you’re his girlfriend. Suppressing a squeal, you pee and clean up as fast as you can while trying to mentally recount everything that just went down.

You were dating your gorgeous nerd neighbor who has mad dick and damn why didn’t you move to New York sooner?

Washing your hands, removing the smudged parts of your eye makeup and applying some tinted lip balm, you fix your hair and go back to your room.

Thomas is standing there in his boxer briefs holding a “Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure” shirt, seemingly one of the few big enough to fit him. He looks up and curses when he sees you’re still naked. Licking his lips as you slowly walk up to him.

“Ha! I told you so…now let’s go to bed.”

Hypnotized, he drops the shirt and gets under the covers with you after turning off the light, pulling you on top of him, his arms around your waist as you get comfortable again, yawning blearily.

Turning your head up, you take off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand next to your bed, pressing generous kisses all over his pretty face, cooing as you go.

He was positive now that he might be falling in love.

Kissing you back just as tenderly one more time, you rest your head against his chest, eyes slipping shut with his as his deep voice resonates through the dark room,

“Goodnight Doll….I really like you.”

“Goodnight boyfriend. I really like you too.”

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[taylormarieee]

My mannnnnnn❤️‍🩹💓

[taylormarieee]

🎀My Masterlist🎀

| 🎀 Fluff | 💌 Smut | 🔮 Angst | 💋 Suggestive |

❄️It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go Take a look at the five and ten, it's glistening once again With candy canes and silver lanes that glow❄️

~TWD~

Rick Grimes:

-Love and Zombies Series💌🔮🎀 💋(series) |NOT COMPLETE, on a hiatus because I have writers block for it! I'm sorry|

-Stranded💌

-Surprise🎀(Request)

-Girl, you don't know what you do to me💌

-Fuck me while I sleep💌

-Desire💌 (Request)

-Not so tough now huh?💌🔮

-sexy professor and sexy affairs💌💋

Daryl Dixon:

-Drunk in Love💌

-Blowing off steam💌

-Roses at the end of the Road (Series coming soon!)

Shane Walsh:

-Secrets and Scandals (coming soon...)💌

-Closure with a twist💌🔮 (Request)

(NO LONGER WRITING FOR CARL)

Rickly:

-She looks like lust and smells like desire💌

-Naughty Behaviour💌 (Coming soon) (Request)

~Spiderman: ATSV~

Miguel O'Hara

-Ties and Trends💌

-Fuck me like you want me Miggy💌

-Do you know how pretty you are carino? (Coming soon...)💌

-Dollar bills and Love💌

~Josh Hutcherson Characters~

Mike Schmidt:

-One step at a time honey🎀💋

Peeta Mellark:

-Lover Boy🎀

~Callum Turner and his Characters~

Theseus Scamander:

Thomas Webb:

-Stalker💋🔮 (Pt.2?💌)

Callum Turner:

-Co-stars Turned Lovers (series)

Major John "Bucky" Egan:

Joe Rantz:

~Austin Butler and his characters~

Austin Butler:

-The lovers Project(Coming soon...)🎀💋💌

Major Gale "Buck" Cleven:

~OBX and there characters along with actors~

Drew Starkey:

-Drunkenly Yours🎀

Rafe Cameron:

JJ Maybank:

-Crybaby💋🔮

John B Routledge:

Brian O' Connor:

-You make me wanna...💋💌

-Ride or Die, baby💌🔮

Sam Winchester:

- Wanna make out in the backseat of my brothers car?💋💌

-Confessions and Affairs💋🎀

-Entranced 💋💌

Dean Winchester:

-A hunter's first love 💌🔮

-"Birds of a Feather" 💋💌🔮

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𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬♡︎♥︎♡︎ ૮꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১@inlovewithdilfss➬ 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒕 𝒘 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃

ꨄ“𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡?”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 ✪𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔3𝒙, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕3𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒒𝒖1𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐 😇𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏<333

⚠︎︎☢︎︎ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴘʀᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʟ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ⵊ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs😭

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He wasn’t even supposed to remember. It was just a little offhand comment you made to get him to cooperate at the dentist while he was high off his face on pain meds.

“Just- behave well now and when we get home you can have anything you want”, praying your bribe worked as his hazy eyes lit up.

“Anything I want?”, he asked as a dopey grin spread across his face, making the gauze in his mouth puff his cheeks and you smile, nodding back. See? Harmless.

So why a month later, when it’s laundry day and all you have on is a huge shirt and a thong, is he finally cashing in his forgotten favor?

Thomas’s thumb caressed your jaw as he lifted your face closer to his with the other digits hooked under your chin. It was hard to think with him so close but you try to pay attention.

“I know it’s been a while but,” Thomas pauses, leaning down and brushing his lips across your jaw up to your ear, chuckling lowly when he feels you shiver before continuing whispering directly in your ear.

“I know what I want now”.

Your heart skips a beat and you swallow hard. Endless ideas for what he could want race through your head so fast it makes you dizzy. Thomas raises his other hand to press you flush against his body, smirking at the debauched look on your face before clearing his throat. You snap out of it, finally asking him what he wanted while at the same time realizing there isn’t much he could ask for and not get from you.

The slow drags of his thumb on your face stop as he moves his hand to wrap around your throat. Thomas’s hand is so big that his middle and thumb almost touch as he squeezes. Pure heat slots through your body, clit throbbing, nipples hard and you whine; pouty glossed mouth dropping open with your doe eyes looking into his dark blue ones. He’s going to enjoy this.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat…n you’re gonna be a good girl f’me while I do. K baby?” He coos down at your unfocused eyes, shifting your body so he grinds his clothed bulge against the front of your panties, biting his lip at the friction and sounds coming from you. You two have done a lot to each other but he’s never fucked your throat..so naturally you’re a bit insecure because your not sure how it would work. There’s no way it’s the same as when you normally sucked him off, right?

“B-but-“ Thomas cuts off your objection with a wet lick up from your jaw to your ear, swirling the wet muscle around and your eyes nearly roll from the pleasure. Tightening his hand, he gently reminds you,

“Anything I want’. That’s what you said no?” You nod and he rewards you with a bruising hickey, firmly holding your ass massaging the fat to help you rub your clit on him. You’re so wet it stains the front of his pants and he’s willing to bet that you’ll cum just off him fucking your skull. The image alone makes his cock throb.

Stopping your movements, Thomas ignores your whines, walking over to the couch to sit; spreading his legs as he takes you in.

“Get on your knees..crawl to me.”

The way you obey immediately has his blood rushing so hard he feels lightheaded. Your ass sways nice and pretty for him with your deep arch and soon enough, you’re right there. Nuzzling his cock almost drunkenly, licking over the fabric and Thomas groans. Swearing he can practically feel your tongue already.

“Oh you little slut.” Thomas mutters with a low growl, a sleazy look appearing as his large hands undo his zipper, letting you pull his pants down the rest of the way.

The sight of his fat dick dribbling pre made you lick your lips as you move to hold him.

 A pleased groan rises up from Thomas at the soft touch of your hands on his throbbing length, fingers hardly able to wrap around him as you spit on it. Jerking him off, you lean in with plush glossy lips to place a lingering kiss on his sensitive tip.

 Electricity shoots up Thomas’s spine as you press your slick pouty lips into his spongy flesh, another spurt of pre shoots out of it, splattering across your cheek.

 Slowly and lovingly, you made your way down the length of his log, sucking smooching pecks on the hot flesh and lashing your wet tongue across throbbing veins, and by the time you make it to the base, precum is leaking out steadily, soaking your hand.

 Bringing your heart shaped face beneath Thomas’s cock, you placed one more kiss on of his fat balls. Fuck. He was going to snap. Your mouth was smart in more ways than one as you suddenly licked up; enveloping him in wet heat, your mouth stretching as you suck him off. Pausing as you struggled to get to the base.

Thomas threw his head back, fogging his glasses up with a moan before looking back down at you. Your eyes were teary and almost blank as you moaned around him. The vibrations give him goosebumps as he grit his teeth in pleasure, trying to reel himself in but gives up when you push your tongue out, laving along the underside of his cock in drooling, hot, strokes as you try to go deeper and whining like every bit of the broken whore he’s about to turn you into when you try- and fail- to make yourself gag on him. Grabbing your hair, he bites his lip. Tossing his restraint out the window in the same second he shoves your head down, relishing in your wet chokes, suffocating his cock.

 “Fuck!” Thomas curses as he feels his fat meat be nearly crushed in the tight humid confines of your throat, spongy flesh pressing against saliva slathered walls and stuffing flushed cheeks.

Your throat was so tight, so wet, so warm- his eyes roll back as he sighs blissfully. “Theeeere we go…making me feel so good..my nasty little slut”, his dirty praise is barely heard through your gags and the ringing in your ears but you’re in heaven.

Pulling your hair, Thomas takes himself from your twitching mouth until only his fat tip remained, grunting again with debauched pleasure as he shoves his cock back down your esophagus.

Your lashes flutter as Thomas pulls your constricting throat back off his length, a burning heat building up between your naked thighs at being so thoroughly used.

Each thrust sent his rod deeper into your over-stretched wind-pipe, more of the vein marbled skin disappearing past your O stretched mouth; and each time his member’s bulbous head plowed deeper, it spewed out a thick rope of pre, blasting down into your stomach.

Your hands that had been hanging limply at your sides made their way between your thighs, disappearing under your soaked panties, moaning as you began pumping slick fingers into the sopping folds of your cunt.

The filthy sounds of your self-induced pleasure also heightened his own, your sounds causing the wet velvety walls of your overstuffed throat to vibrate around his pumping shaft.

 “Ohh, you gonna cum?” Thomas rasped out, fucking faster, buzzing from how fucked out you looked as he used you like a fleshlight. “Yeah, yeah you are.” He groaned out seeing the puddle dripping beneath your pussy.

Feeling his balls beginning to rise in their sack, Thomas redoubles his efforts, pumping the your sweet face up and down on his engorged shaft making your eyes widen, messy face a near blur as he pumped it on his fat cock. With one last shove down onto your head, Thomas pushed your stuffed face down all the way to the base, your nose pressing into his groin, sweaty forehead pressing against his stomach.

The moment you felt his cum down your throat, your body seized up, watering eyes rolling back as an orgasm shot like a freight train through you.

 Hot, shimmering clear liquid sprayed out from your finger stuffed cunny, ruining the carpet beneath.

 “Shit!!” Thomas curses, pulling your stuffed face up his climaxing cock a short length before slamming it back down to the base, making you gag profusely as he dumps another stream of nut into your stomach.

Thomas pumps your head on the base of his meat in short jerks, moaning as he emptied his balls into you until in one swift motion, pulling you off his length, smeared messy gloss plumped lips dragging over veiny flesh until his head popped out from between them, still coming.

 Gripping his huge shaft, Thomas aims at your dazed face, messy and tear stained, your open mouth waiting to get filled with baby-batter.

 Straight and true the next rope of cum shot from him, landing across your open mouth, soon followed by another, and another, until a thick mask of the creamy stuff hid your lewd visage.

 “God Damn!” He breathed, as the last drops spurted out from his cock onto your pretty nut slathered face, your body still spasming from the force of your own orgasm.

Leaning back on the couch, he took a minute to catch his breath; watching you happily suck him off your fingers until he takes off his own shirt to clean your face, checking as he does.

“Fuck that was- no wait, are you okay? Was I too rough? Anything hurt?” You let him pull you up on the couch with him, a stupid grin on your face before you go to speak,

“..mm can’t believe you fucked my skull- felt s’good.” Your words are slurred but what makes Thomas wince is how painful your voice sounds, hoarse and raspy.

He settles you down while you make goo goo eyes at him, flushed because he just…yeah.

“Here, sorry, I-I’ll go make you some hot tea.” And then he’s gone and your left wondering why you didn’t try face-fucking sooner.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[enchantedlov3r]

“You’re like a dream, baby. Want you so bad”, he murmurs against your lips, looking into your lidded eyes.

this... this masterpiece of a line right here is how I feel about @willyoubemycherryy

I just have no words... none... this slutty, dirty fic is what I call art... I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT.

➯ 𝟜 & 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃 𝒙 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓...♡︎

𝒯ℴ𝓅 𝒷𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓈 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃．．．@missusnora @eymie @eleanorbaybars @b1mb0slvt @luvlydeja ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: *deep ass breaf😂😂* 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’🤭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡^𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐧!𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠-, 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩v𝐬𝐬𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐡3𝐠𝐚𝐨, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 ✪𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧😇 ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴇɴᴛ@ɪ

“𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒. 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚...𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒..“

How you two made it up to your apartment without giving up and fucking on the stairwell is truly a mystery, but one that you can’t bother to solve now.

“Just so you know, I’m clean. But if you want-“

“I’m clean too, and birth control so we’re good”.

Covering all the bases immediately as Thomas has your dress halfway off before you even manage to open the door all the way, distracted by the heat of his firm wandering hands and mouth, you almost forget to shut it as Thomas slides his fingers between your thighs. Hissing at how you were even wetter now, he bites a spot on your neck near your pulse, soothing the sting with his hot tongue and you moan desperately.

“You’re like a dream, baby. Want you so bad”, he murmurs against your lips, looking into your lidded eyes.

You were almost alarmed at how bad you wanted him. Your blood felt like fire as the intensity of your arousal rushes it through your body. Reaching up you hold the back of his head, biting your lip at the shiver you feel run up his spine when you rake your nails across the short hairs at his nape.

“Yeah? You want me gorgeous? How do you want me?” The seductive purr of your voice turns into a gasp when you feel him start to play with your clit. Massaging the swollen bundle of nerves in firm, smooth circles, furrowing his brows as your slick drips all over his hand, forehead on yours as he moans into your open mouth.

“I want you in every way I can take you. I want you at places with me. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to echo in your head the way you echo through mines”, panting into each other’s mouths, Thomas goes faster, looking into your teary eyes that practically have hearts in them now.

You whine when he slows down, trying to cum and catch your breath long enough to tell him you do like him back and that you’d love to be his girlfriend but the slow back and forth between your wet pussy lips sends jolts of electricity through you with each swipe and it’s slowly chipping away at your restraint to not destroy him. Horny inevitably wins as you jump on him, whining at his hands gripping your ass.

“Do you want me too?” He whispers softly into your chest, breath warm against your hard nipples.

Swallowing your whimpers as Thomas rolls his body into you, the friction of the fabric threatening to finish you.

“Yes. God, yes. I want you so much it’s killing me, I’ll be your girlfriend, whatever you wan-“, cutting you off with his full lips on yours, Thomas bounces you against the hardness his clothed cock as he speeds to your room.

Dropping you on the bed, he strips as fast as his adrenaline allows; kneeling between your legs, he settles on top of you once he’s naked all before you even get a chance to see his pretty cock.

Kissing down your chest to your nipples, sucking hard on the stiff peaks and stuffing 3 of his fingers into your sloppy hole, fucking you as he curls them up. Obscenities spill from your mouth at the pleasure flushing over your body, crying out as that familiar creeping heat began to engulf your pussy.

“W-wait, I wanna make you feel good too…”

You take his fingers out and bring them to your lips, giving Thomas your best “fuck me” eyes as you take them in your mouth, sucking your juices off.

Thomas feels his cock jump when the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat as you moan around a gag before taking them out, dragging them on your tongue as they went.

You were such a sexy little tease.

Pulling back completely, he spreads your legs even wider with his hands underneath the crooks of your knees, staring down at your soaked private parts. Wetness seeping out of you and he sucks his teeth, throwing his head back as he slid his cock between your sopping wet pussy lips, closing your legs as he slid back and forth.

You moan in unison at how good it felt, his fat tip nudged your clit with every stroke and you just kept getting wetter, dripping down your ass at this point.

“Mmm! F-fuck me please~ cmon, ruin me…can’t wait anymore-!”

The kiss he gives you is mostly tongue before he spreads your legs once again, smacking your clit with his length.

“I know…I know you how bad you want my fat cock spearing your desperate hole open…”

The words sent a shock right through your body as if lightning had struck you. You cry out, trying your best to roll your hips up into his to seek out that delicious friction, but you couldn’t find it.

And then you looked down at his crotch, heart stopping when you saw the sheer size of his member. It was at least eight inches plus three-fingers thick. Your clit twitched at the sight.

“I need-“,

“You’re my shameless little thing, aren’t you?” Thomas purred, positioning his cock at your soaking entrance and licking his lips, just barely applying pressure.

You looked especially good underneath him, debauched and pretty; begging while letting him have you so eagerly.

“Breathe okay? Gonna make this pretty cunt feel so good”, was the only warning you got before you were being stuffed full of his dick. Color smeared glossed mouth dropping open in a silent scream at the sheer burn of the stretch, making you lock up as you suddenly cum. Groaning from how you suddenly tighten and coat his cock in more of your cream, Thomas looked down at you and your dazed, mascara smeared blown eyes, wet puffy lips, and can’t resist pulling his hips back, fucking you in earnest.

Railing you so good that it has you producing the most depraved sounds you didn’t even think were possible.

You were so fucking tight and so goddamn wet that he was starting to get a bit delirious as he took a handful of your hair and pulled your head back to expose your neck, licking and sucking feverishly at the sensitivity skin while you twitched n gushed around his fat cock.

A carnal melody of mindless squeals, lustful grunts, and the wet sucking sounds of thrusting flesh echoed out through the space, letting anyone who passed your door know exactly what was going on. Blue eye roll in pleasure while your wails of ‘m gonna cum’ ‘gonna make me cum’ were music to his ears.

“That’s it. That’s my perfect sweet girl…lettin’ me have you like this. All mine, yeah?” he cooed, the grip on your waist bruising as he thrusted in and out of your swollen cunt.

Heat began to coil tightly in the pit of your stomach as you tensed and wailed for him. Goosebumps breaking out all along your arms, your legs, the back of your neck. You were close, so close to coming…

“Aah-! A-all yours!” You warble out through watery bleating moans, gasping while you creep closer to paradise.

Feeling you tighten around him sent shivers up Thomas’s spine despite the heat of the room. Your pussy was perfect, whining throatily from your slick walls choking his cock, submerging it in molten juices as you took every inch, back arching with a string of whined curses as slammed into your sopping cunt even harder. Desperately needing to cum with you.

Watching his eyes roll into the back of his head with a filthy groan, you feel him grow inside of you; ridiculously deep, the outline of his cock is visible right below your bellybutton, Thomas blindly reaches down to your swollen clit smacking it wetly in time with his thrusts and within seconds, you’re stiffening, seizing and screaming around his cock as you cum harder than you ever had before.

Eyes fluttering to the back of your skull, tongue falling out, your mind goes completely blank from your orgasm.

The wet squelches as you got so tight, Thomas couldn’t move. Gasping with a guttural moan as his own orgasm is set off by the pulsating suction of your drooling cunt. Hot cum spills into you as Thomas leans down to suck on your tongue like a pacifier while you milk his cock.

It takes a while for you two to come down. Thomas does before you, kissing over your face sweetly and running his hands all over you as he slips out, moaning at the filth of your combined fluids.

You open your eyes and even though you’re tired as fuck, you’re all smiles. Wrapping your arms around his neck to cuddle him sleepily as he grins against your lips.

Blissed out, you mumble for him to “stay the night”, yawning as you get comfortable. Ready to nap and sort out the details and perks of your new relationship later.

“I’ll stay…but you need to go pee, baby”. He whispers softly, smoothing the back of his fingers down the side of your face.

“Hmm. No thank you.”

Tightening your legs around him, you close your eyes. To you it didn’t matter since he’d more than likely cum inside you again within the next 24 hours.

“Angel, you have to go. I came inside you so-“

“I know, I was there and it felt amazing pretty boy”, Thomas blushes at that, pushing his glasses up as he tries to convince you,

“So you need to pee so you don’t get an infection. C’mon, I’ll even carry you.”

“Say please?” Cheeky.

“Normally I would…if I was asking but I’m telling you, Doll.”

“Okay okay”, tightening your arms around his neck, Thomas pushes the covers back and lifts you, making his way to your bathroom.

He feels a little nervous being so exposed after sex but good too. Euphoria buzzing through him as you hold his hand from where you’re sitting.

“Okay I can take it from here big boy. Go get comfortable, I’ll be back after I clean up a bit, I’m sure I look questionable.”

Shaking his head, you were never anything less than otherworldly to him.

“Not at all, you’re always pretty. But I’ll be here okay? I won’t leave.” He really was too sweet, reassuring you like that. You smile at him warmly, waving him down so you can kiss real quick before he turns to go.

“I’m borrowing your clothes, by the way.”

“If you and your horse can fit any of them”, laughing as he gasps and pretends to clutch his pearls.

“We’ll see about that miss missy!” Closing the door, you’re left pleasantly sore and grinning.

You liked him so much. You liked Thomas and he knew and liked you back and now you’re his girlfriend. Suppressing a squeal, you pee and clean up as fast as you can while trying to mentally recount everything that just went down.

You were dating your gorgeous nerd neighbor who has mad dick and damn why didn’t you move to New York sooner?

Washing your hands, removing the smudged parts of your eye makeup and applying some tinted lip balm, you fix your hair and go back to your room.

Thomas is standing there in his boxer briefs holding a “Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure” shirt, seemingly one of the few big enough to fit him. He looks up and curses when he sees you’re still naked. Licking his lips as you slowly walk up to him.

“Ha! I told you so…now let’s go to bed.”

Hypnotized, he drops the shirt and gets under the covers with you after turning off the light, pulling you on top of him, his arms around your waist as you get comfortable again, yawning blearily.

Turning your head up, you take off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand next to your bed, pressing generous kisses all over his pretty face, cooing as you go.

He was positive now that he might be falling in love.

Kissing you back just as tenderly one more time, you rest your head against his chest, eyes slipping shut with his as his deep voice resonates through the dark room,

“Goodnight Doll….I really like you.”

“Goodnight boyfriend. I really like you too.”

[luvlydeja]

You just made my night boo @willyoubemycherryy

➯ 𝟜 & 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃 𝒙 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓...♡︎

𝒯ℴ𝓅 𝒷𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓈 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃．．．@missusnora @eymie @eleanorbaybars @b1mb0slvt @luvlydeja ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: *deep ass breaf😂😂* 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’🤭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡^𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐧!𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠-, 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩v𝐬𝐬𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐡3𝐠𝐚𝐨, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 ✪𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧😇 ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴇɴᴛ@ɪ

“𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒. 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚...𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒..“

How you two made it up to your apartment without giving up and fucking on the stairwell is truly a mystery, but one that you can’t bother to solve now.

“Just so you know, I’m clean. But if you want-“

“I’m clean too, and birth control so we’re good”.

Covering all the bases immediately as Thomas has your dress halfway off before you even manage to open the door all the way, distracted by the heat of his firm wandering hands and mouth, you almost forget to shut it as Thomas slides his fingers between your thighs. Hissing at how you were even wetter now, he bites a spot on your neck near your pulse, soothing the sting with his hot tongue and you moan desperately.

“You’re like a dream, baby. Want you so bad”, he murmurs against your lips, looking into your lidded eyes.

You were almost alarmed at how bad you wanted him. Your blood felt like fire as the intensity of your arousal rushes it through your body. Reaching up you hold the back of his head, biting your lip at the shiver you feel run up his spine when you rake your nails across the short hairs at his nape.

“Yeah? You want me gorgeous? How do you want me?” The seductive purr of your voice turns into a gasp when you feel him start to play with your clit. Massaging the swollen bundle of nerves in firm, smooth circles, furrowing his brows as your slick drips all over his hand, forehead on yours as he moans into your open mouth.

“I want you in every way I can take you. I want you at places with me. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to echo in your head the way you echo through mines”, panting into each other’s mouths, Thomas goes faster, looking into your teary eyes that practically have hearts in them now.

You whine when he slows down, trying to cum and catch your breath long enough to tell him you do like him back and that you’d love to be his girlfriend but the slow back and forth between your wet pussy lips sends jolts of electricity through you with each swipe and it’s slowly chipping away at your restraint to not destroy him. Horny inevitably wins as you jump on him, whining at his hands gripping your ass.

“Do you want me too?” He whispers softly into your chest, breath warm against your hard nipples.

Swallowing your whimpers as Thomas rolls his body into you, the friction of the fabric threatening to finish you.

“Yes. God, yes. I want you so much it’s killing me, I’ll be your girlfriend, whatever you wan-“, cutting you off with his full lips on yours, Thomas bounces you against the hardness his clothed cock as he speeds to your room.

Dropping you on the bed, he strips as fast as his adrenaline allows; kneeling between your legs, he settles on top of you once he’s naked all before you even get a chance to see his pretty cock.

Kissing down your chest to your nipples, sucking hard on the stiff peaks and stuffing 3 of his fingers into your sloppy hole, fucking you as he curls them up. Obscenities spill from your mouth at the pleasure flushing over your body, crying out as that familiar creeping heat began to engulf your pussy.

“W-wait, I wanna make you feel good too…”

You take his fingers out and bring them to your lips, giving Thomas your best “fuck me” eyes as you take them in your mouth, sucking your juices off.

Thomas feels his cock jump when the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat as you moan around a gag before taking them out, dragging them on your tongue as they went.

You were such a sexy little tease.

Pulling back completely, he spreads your legs even wider with his hands underneath the crooks of your knees, staring down at your soaked private parts. Wetness seeping out of you and he sucks his teeth, throwing his head back as he slid his cock between your sopping wet pussy lips, closing your legs as he slid back and forth.

You moan in unison at how good it felt, his fat tip nudged your clit with every stroke and you just kept getting wetter, dripping down your ass at this point.

“Mmm! F-fuck me please~ cmon, ruin me…can’t wait anymore-!”

The kiss he gives you is mostly tongue before he spreads your legs once again, smacking your clit with his length.

“I know…I know you how bad you want my fat cock spearing your desperate hole open…”

The words sent a shock right through your body as if lightning had struck you. You cry out, trying your best to roll your hips up into his to seek out that delicious friction, but you couldn’t find it.

And then you looked down at his crotch, heart stopping when you saw the sheer size of his member. It was at least eight inches plus three-fingers thick. Your clit twitched at the sight.

“I need-“,

“You’re my shameless little thing, aren’t you?” Thomas purred, positioning his cock at your soaking entrance and licking his lips, just barely applying pressure.

You looked especially good underneath him, debauched and pretty; begging while letting him have you so eagerly.

“Breathe okay? Gonna make this pretty cunt feel so good”, was the only warning you got before you were being stuffed full of his dick. Color smeared glossed mouth dropping open in a silent scream at the sheer burn of the stretch, making you lock up as you suddenly cum. Groaning from how you suddenly tighten and coat his cock in more of your cream, Thomas looked down at you and your dazed, mascara smeared blown eyes, wet puffy lips, and can’t resist pulling his hips back, fucking you in earnest.

Railing you so good that it has you producing the most depraved sounds you didn’t even think were possible.

You were so fucking tight and so goddamn wet that he was starting to get a bit delirious as he took a handful of your hair and pulled your head back to expose your neck, licking and sucking feverishly at the sensitivity skin while you twitched n gushed around his fat cock.

A carnal melody of mindless squeals, lustful grunts, and the wet sucking sounds of thrusting flesh echoed out through the space, letting anyone who passed your door know exactly what was going on. Blue eye roll in pleasure while your wails of ‘m gonna cum’ ‘gonna make me cum’ were music to his ears.

“That’s it. That’s my perfect sweet girl…lettin’ me have you like this. All mine, yeah?” he cooed, the grip on your waist bruising as he thrusted in and out of your swollen cunt.

Heat began to coil tightly in the pit of your stomach as you tensed and wailed for him. Goosebumps breaking out all along your arms, your legs, the back of your neck. You were close, so close to coming…

“Aah-! A-all yours!” You warble out through watery bleating moans, gasping while you creep closer to paradise.

Feeling you tighten around him sent shivers up Thomas’s spine despite the heat of the room. Your pussy was perfect, whining throatily from your slick walls choking his cock, submerging it in molten juices as you took every inch, back arching with a string of whined curses as slammed into your sopping cunt even harder. Desperately needing to cum with you.

Watching his eyes roll into the back of his head with a filthy groan, you feel him grow inside of you; ridiculously deep, the outline of his cock is visible right below your bellybutton, Thomas blindly reaches down to your swollen clit smacking it wetly in time with his thrusts and within seconds, you’re stiffening, seizing and screaming around his cock as you cum harder than you ever had before.

Eyes fluttering to the back of your skull, tongue falling out, your mind goes completely blank from your orgasm.

The wet squelches as you got so tight, Thomas couldn’t move. Gasping with a guttural moan as his own orgasm is set off by the pulsating suction of your drooling cunt. Hot cum spills into you as Thomas leans down to suck on your tongue like a pacifier while you milk his cock.

It takes a while for you two to come down. Thomas does before you, kissing over your face sweetly and running his hands all over you as he slips out, moaning at the filth of your combined fluids.

You open your eyes and even though you’re tired as fuck, you’re all smiles. Wrapping your arms around his neck to cuddle him sleepily as he grins against your lips.

Blissed out, you mumble for him to “stay the night”, yawning as you get comfortable. Ready to nap and sort out the details and perks of your new relationship later.

“I’ll stay…but you need to go pee, baby”. He whispers softly, smoothing the back of his fingers down the side of your face.

“Hmm. No thank you.”

Tightening your legs around him, you close your eyes. To you it didn’t matter since he’d more than likely cum inside you again within the next 24 hours.

“Angel, you have to go. I came inside you so-“

“I know, I was there and it felt amazing pretty boy”, Thomas blushes at that, pushing his glasses up as he tries to convince you,

“So you need to pee so you don’t get an infection. C’mon, I’ll even carry you.”

“Say please?” Cheeky.

“Normally I would…if I was asking but I’m telling you, Doll.”

“Okay okay”, tightening your arms around his neck, Thomas pushes the covers back and lifts you, making his way to your bathroom.

He feels a little nervous being so exposed after sex but good too. Euphoria buzzing through him as you hold his hand from where you’re sitting.

“Okay I can take it from here big boy. Go get comfortable, I’ll be back after I clean up a bit, I’m sure I look questionable.”

Shaking his head, you were never anything less than otherworldly to him.

“Not at all, you’re always pretty. But I’ll be here okay? I won’t leave.” He really was too sweet, reassuring you like that. You smile at him warmly, waving him down so you can kiss real quick before he turns to go.

“I’m borrowing your clothes, by the way.”

“If you and your horse can fit any of them”, laughing as he gasps and pretends to clutch his pearls.

“We’ll see about that miss missy!” Closing the door, you’re left pleasantly sore and grinning.

You liked him so much. You liked Thomas and he knew and liked you back and now you’re his girlfriend. Suppressing a squeal, you pee and clean up as fast as you can while trying to mentally recount everything that just went down.

You were dating your gorgeous nerd neighbor who has mad dick and damn why didn’t you move to New York sooner?

Washing your hands, removing the smudged parts of your eye makeup and applying some tinted lip balm, you fix your hair and go back to your room.

Thomas is standing there in his boxer briefs holding a “Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure” shirt, seemingly one of the few big enough to fit him. He looks up and curses when he sees you’re still naked. Licking his lips as you slowly walk up to him.

“Ha! I told you so…now let’s go to bed.”

Hypnotized, he drops the shirt and gets under the covers with you after turning off the light, pulling you on top of him, his arms around your waist as you get comfortable again, yawning blearily.

Turning your head up, you take off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand next to your bed, pressing generous kisses all over his pretty face, cooing as you go.

He was positive now that he might be falling in love.

Kissing you back just as tenderly one more time, you rest your head against his chest, eyes slipping shut with his as his deep voice resonates through the dark room,

“Goodnight Doll….I really like you.”

“Goodnight boyfriend. I really like you too.”

[taylormarieee]

guys my wife writes so well it actually makes me insane, oh yea and please listen to the warning about a towel, it got realllll wet in my room...

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬♡︎♥︎♡︎ ૮꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১@inlovewithdilfss➬ 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒕 𝒘 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃

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He wasn’t even supposed to remember. It was just a little offhand comment you made to get him to cooperate at the dentist while he was high off his face on pain meds.

“Just- behave well now and when we get home you can have anything you want”, praying your bribe worked as his hazy eyes lit up.

“Anything I want?”, he asked as a dopey grin spread across his face, making the gauze in his mouth puff his cheeks and you smile, nodding back. See? Harmless.

So why a month later, when it’s laundry day and all you have on is a huge shirt and a thong, is he finally cashing in his forgotten favor?

Thomas’s thumb caressed your jaw as he lifted your face closer to his with the other digits hooked under your chin. It was hard to think with him so close but you try to pay attention.

“I know it’s been a while but,” Thomas pauses, leaning down and brushing his lips across your jaw up to your ear, chuckling lowly when he feels you shiver before continuing whispering directly in your ear.

“I know what I want now”.

Your heart skips a beat and you swallow hard. Endless ideas for what he could want race through your head so fast it makes you dizzy. Thomas raises his other hand to press you flush against his body, smirking at the debauched look on your face before clearing his throat. You snap out of it, finally asking him what he wanted while at the same time realizing there isn’t much he could ask for and not get from you.

The slow drags of his thumb on your face stop as he moves his hand to wrap around your throat. Thomas’s hand is so big that his middle and thumb almost touch as he squeezes. Pure heat slots through your body, clit throbbing, nipples hard and you whine; pouty glossed mouth dropping open with your doe eyes looking into his dark blue ones. He’s going to enjoy this.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat…n you’re gonna be a good girl f’me while I do. K baby?” He coos down at your unfocused eyes, shifting your body so he grinds his clothed bulge against the front of your panties, biting his lip at the friction and sounds coming from you. You two have done a lot to each other but he’s never fucked your throat..so naturally you’re a bit insecure because your not sure how it would work. There’s no way it’s the same as when you normally sucked him off, right?

“B-but-“ Thomas cuts off your objection with a wet lick up from your jaw to your ear, swirling the wet muscle around and your eyes nearly roll from the pleasure. Tightening his hand, he gently reminds you,

“Anything I want’. That’s what you said no?” You nod and he rewards you with a bruising hickey, firmly holding your ass massaging the fat to help you rub your clit on him. You’re so wet it stains the front of his pants and he’s willing to bet that you’ll cum just off him fucking your skull. The image alone makes his cock throb.

Stopping your movements, Thomas ignores your whines, walking over to the couch to sit; spreading his legs as he takes you in.

“Get on your knees..crawl to me.”

The way you obey immediately has his blood rushing so hard he feels lightheaded. Your ass sways nice and pretty for him with your deep arch and soon enough, you’re right there. Nuzzling his cock almost drunkenly, licking over the fabric and Thomas groans. Swearing he can practically feel your tongue already.

“Oh you little slut.” Thomas mutters with a low growl, a sleazy look appearing as his large hands undo his zipper, letting you pull his pants down the rest of the way.

The sight of his fat dick dribbling pre made you lick your lips as you move to hold him.

 A pleased groan rises up from Thomas at the soft touch of your hands on his throbbing length, fingers hardly able to wrap around him as you spit on it. Jerking him off, you lean in with plush glossy lips to place a lingering kiss on his sensitive tip.

 Electricity shoots up Thomas’s spine as you press your slick pouty lips into his spongy flesh, another spurt of pre shoots out of it, splattering across your cheek.

 Slowly and lovingly, you made your way down the length of his log, sucking smooching pecks on the hot flesh and lashing your wet tongue across throbbing veins, and by the time you make it to the base, precum is leaking out steadily, soaking your hand.

 Bringing your heart shaped face beneath Thomas’s cock, you placed one more kiss on of his fat balls. Fuck. He was going to snap. Your mouth was smart in more ways than one as you suddenly licked up; enveloping him in wet heat, your mouth stretching as you suck him off. Pausing as you struggled to get to the base.

Thomas threw his head back, fogging his glasses up with a moan before looking back down at you. Your eyes were teary and almost blank as you moaned around him. The vibrations give him goosebumps as he grit his teeth in pleasure, trying to reel himself in but gives up when you push your tongue out, laving along the underside of his cock in drooling, hot, strokes as you try to go deeper and whining like every bit of the broken whore he’s about to turn you into when you try- and fail- to make yourself gag on him. Grabbing your hair, he bites his lip. Tossing his restraint out the window in the same second he shoves your head down, relishing in your wet chokes, suffocating his cock.

 “Fuck!” Thomas curses as he feels his fat meat be nearly crushed in the tight humid confines of your throat, spongy flesh pressing against saliva slathered walls and stuffing flushed cheeks.

Your throat was so tight, so wet, so warm- his eyes roll back as he sighs blissfully. “Theeeere we go…making me feel so good..my nasty little slut”, his dirty praise is barely heard through your gags and the ringing in your ears but you’re in heaven.

Pulling your hair, Thomas takes himself from your twitching mouth until only his fat tip remained, grunting again with debauched pleasure as he shoves his cock back down your esophagus.

Your lashes flutter as Thomas pulls your constricting throat back off his length, a burning heat building up between your naked thighs at being so thoroughly used.

Each thrust sent his rod deeper into your over-stretched wind-pipe, more of the vein marbled skin disappearing past your O stretched mouth; and each time his member’s bulbous head plowed deeper, it spewed out a thick rope of pre, blasting down into your stomach.

Your hands that had been hanging limply at your sides made their way between your thighs, disappearing under your soaked panties, moaning as you began pumping slick fingers into the sopping folds of your cunt.

The filthy sounds of your self-induced pleasure also heightened his own, your sounds causing the wet velvety walls of your overstuffed throat to vibrate around his pumping shaft.

 “Ohh, you gonna cum?” Thomas rasped out, fucking faster, buzzing from how fucked out you looked as he used you like a fleshlight. “Yeah, yeah you are.” He groaned out seeing the puddle dripping beneath your pussy.

Feeling his balls beginning to rise in their sack, Thomas redoubles his efforts, pumping the your sweet face up and down on his engorged shaft making your eyes widen, messy face a near blur as he pumped it on his fat cock. With one last shove down onto your head, Thomas pushed your stuffed face down all the way to the base, your nose pressing into his groin, sweaty forehead pressing against his stomach.

The moment you felt his cum down your throat, your body seized up, watering eyes rolling back as an orgasm shot like a freight train through you.

 Hot, shimmering clear liquid sprayed out from your finger stuffed cunny, ruining the carpet beneath.

 “Shit!!” Thomas curses, pulling your stuffed face up his climaxing cock a short length before slamming it back down to the base, making you gag profusely as he dumps another stream of nut into your stomach.

Thomas pumps your head on the base of his meat in short jerks, moaning as he emptied his balls into you until in one swift motion, pulling you off his length, smeared messy gloss plumped lips dragging over veiny flesh until his head popped out from between them, still coming.

 Gripping his huge shaft, Thomas aims at your dazed face, messy and tear stained, your open mouth waiting to get filled with baby-batter.

 Straight and true the next rope of cum shot from him, landing across your open mouth, soon followed by another, and another, until a thick mask of the creamy stuff hid your lewd visage.

 “God Damn!” He breathed, as the last drops spurted out from his cock onto your pretty nut slathered face, your body still spasming from the force of your own orgasm.

Leaning back on the couch, he took a minute to catch his breath; watching you happily suck him off your fingers until he takes off his own shirt to clean your face, checking as he does.

“Fuck that was- no wait, are you okay? Was I too rough? Anything hurt?” You let him pull you up on the couch with him, a stupid grin on your face before you go to speak,

“..mm can’t believe you fucked my skull- felt s’good.” Your words are slurred but what makes Thomas wince is how painful your voice sounds, hoarse and raspy.

He settles you down while you make goo goo eyes at him, flushing because he just…yeah.

“Here, sorry, I-I’ll go make you some hot tea.” And then he’s gone and your left wondering why you didn’t try face-fucking sooner.

[luvlydeja]

I’m so single y’all😭, this is so good I couldn’t stop thinking about how lonely I am….but I still got my girl @willyoubemycherryy so🤭💕

➯𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝟝...𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕖𝕓𝕓 𝕩 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕🎀

A/N: I don’t really have any direction for these two so anything after this will probably just be random idk I’m still deciding

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 >>> 𝕟𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤, 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕘𝕝 ^^ <𝟛𝟛𝟛

Mah sweetiebaes (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )♡︎♥︎ @taylormarieee @luvlydeja @b1mb0slvt @missusnora @eleanorbaybars @eymie

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“𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤..𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝒚𝒐𝒖…”

“Don’t look at me”, you groaned as you rolled away to duck back under the blankets.

Embarrassed was an understatement.

The complete details of last night run through your head, making you flush. You could not believe all the ways he had you, made you beg for him, and even cry. If Thomas had asked you for anything crazy last night, you most likely did it and for less than a Scooby snack and that embarrassed you to no end.

On the bright side, you two are officially official. A smile creeps it’s way onto your face because yes he’s yours and you can’t wait for all the cute couple stuff you guys will do together.

….as soon as you move past your current humiliation of facing the man you slut out 4 times a few hours ago.

Huffing out a chuckle, Thomas tugs on the thick blanket hiding you. “Why don’t you want me see you?” Grinning down at your outline, he’s never felt better.

He likes you so much, and you like him back just as much and now you two were dating. You were stunning and charming and funny and you liked him. He was already in a fantastic mood when he woke up next to you, mussed hair with a peacefully sweet expression on your face while you slept. The date couldn’t have went better. You hadn’t left his side the entire night, interested solely in being with him and it such a dopamine rush. Unsurprisingly his father wasn’t fond of you just like John Cena (Johanna) who absolutely loathed you but unlike his mother who he knew would be pestering him about when she’d see more of you.

Then there was everything he did to you after and even before you’d left.

He felt his blood get hot as he remembered how good you were for him, melting like cotton candy under him but you tasted twice as sweet. He’d even managed to temper that mouth you always drove him crazy with.

Before he gets too lost in thought, the sound of you whining brings him back.

“Becauseee…”

“Because what?“ He had a feeling what it was but he’d drag it out to amuse himself.

“…you know.. you-“

“Me? What did I do that was so bad that you won’t even let me look at you?” Leaning down to whisper next to where your ear would be as he moves closer, voice low and flirty as he teased you. Your mouth drops open as you gasp. He was playing dirty.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your embarrassment, you blurt it out.

“What did you do??? You literally gave me the prostitute treatment!” Thomas laughs at how indignant you sound while you continue.

“You even saw up both of my….holes-“ he cuts you off, grinning.

“Yeah but I did way more than just see, in fact-“

“WHAT EVER!!” You cut him off with a squeal before he can give you the explicit version from his side, kicking him through the cover as he laughs. The sound filling you with adoration as you smile before deciding to come out, whipping the cover over your head as you shift to sit crisscross, naked as the day you were born, facing him.

Hickeys of varying sizes, bite marks, and other marks were blossomed all over your body as Thomas loses his breath looking at you. You really were too pretty.

Leaning over, he kisses your pout. You kiss him back but your still a little miffed.

“If it helps, you’ve also seen me naked”, he says, trying to placate you.

Somehow that manages to make you frown deeper as you look at him.

“But you weren’t upside down naked.”

Well you had him there.

Pulling you into his lap, he smiles up at you sweetly, uttering a soft ‘true’ before peppering you with powder soft kisses. Running your fingers through his curls, you soak up his attentions with a delicate sigh.

The atmosphere was nothing short of dreamy and even time felt slower as you two enjoyed each other’s presence. There probably wasn’t a thing you could say you hated about him. He was just that lovely. Blue eyes, gentle hands, a wonderful smile, creative and sweet.

He made you feel like glitter in the air. Like yoga on a slow summer morning with a fresh mani pedi. Like smiling for no reason with the wind in your hair. He felt like all of those to you.

Wrapping you arms around his neck, you kiss his cheek and rest your forehead on his.

“You’re so handsome, Thomas”, you whisper against his lips. A blush creeps onto his cheeks as he whispers back. “That’s some high praise coming from Aphrodite herself. Thank you, goddess.” The tenderness in his voice makes your heart skip a beat as you look into his eyes, biting your lip.

Shifting atop him, you freeze when you feel that familiar hardness against your ass. Thomas is already two steps ahead of you as he tightens his arms around your waist, burying his face into your chest with a soft groan.

“T-Thomas..”

“I can’t help it with you”, he mumbles, turning his face up again, looking at you through half-lidded heart eyes. You find yourself capturing him in a languid kiss, your lips mold against each other and Thomas gets lost in the push and pull.

Biting his lip as you pull away, you want to go another round but refrain because you two have all day for that. So, feigning casualty, you move off him on shaky legs to grab a shirt and throw it on. Turning back to meet his dumbfounded look with a cheeky smile.

“So…breakfast?”

Thomas shakes his head, chuckling.

“Seriously?” He asks, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Yes. I’m hungry and I wanna show you my fancy orange juice.”

Wow. How could he turn that down?

“Alright, I’ll bite. What are you making?” The way he’s looking at you makes you nervous but you ignore it in the name of playing nice.

“What do you want?”

The silence that came after your question had your nerves suddenly on edge as your boyfriend stared you down before beckoning you with two fingers.

“Come here”. He says lightly, and you, unsuspecting of foul play, move to stand between his legs.

Thomas waves you down so you nervously bend until his face is right in front of yours and he’s grinning all the while before he speaks.

“I want you.”

Dropping your head on his shoulder, you suck in a breath to not smile.

“You do have me”, you know that’s not what he meant but it’ll have to work.

“I don’t have you on top of my tongue though. I want that juice.” Gasping you push off him and bat his hands away. You bite your lip in an attempt to not smile but it doesn’t work as you grab his hands and try to pull him to his feet.

“Well you’ll have to wait because we’re getting breakfast-“, you cut him off when he goes to open his mouth, “the kind you CHEW you freak of nature!” You huff out as Thomas finally takes mercy on you and gets up, looking down at you fondly.

“Okay breakfast, but not in bed, it is. Lead the way angel.” Brushing your hair back, he drops his hand to your cheek then flicking the underside of your chin.

Fuck he’s hot.

Clearing your throat, you turn with his other hand in yours as you walk to the kitchen. Listing all the breakfast foods you know how to make, seating him at the island as you pour him some of your fancy orange juice. To him, you looked so cute as you gave him the full rundown of your hospitality while he sipped overdressed juice that came from a glass bottle.

“-actually everything I make tastes good”, you pause and look at him and smile when he’s already looking at you because of course he was.

“You’re definitely right about that”, he says with a teasing quirk of his eyebrow, smirking at the cute scandalized giggle you let out.

“Thomas-!”

Resting his head against his hand, he decides to be good.

“I’ll have whatever your having, pretty.”

Your cheeks start to feel warm at the look he levels you with so you turn to grab your ingredients and stuff before reaching over him to grab your phone to play music. The minute you decided on a song, a stinging slap to your ass stops you, the burn making your blood warm.

“Excuse you?“

Thomas nods at you with a smirk.

“Yes, pretty?” Biting the inside of your cheek, you snap back at him.

“Would you mind keeping your hands and feet inside the ride until I’m finished?”

“I’ll see what I can do”, he replies back without missing a beat and you grin at each other before continuing. Hitting play on your song as you begin to cook.

“We’re having breakfast sandwiches.” You announce, ignoring the way he watches your bare legs and everything else that peeks out underneath your oversized shirt, he hums.

“That’s perfect. You don’t have any plans today right?“ He asks because he doesn’t want to leave you and you feel the same.

“Nope”, you say. Popping the ‘P’ before asking if he needed to be anywhere else today.

“No, so you’re stuck with me.” He jokes and you laugh softly.

“Boy, aren’t you lucky?” And looking at you as you move around, happy and content, you seem to glow.

Sighing, he looks at you lovingly and whispers,

“Yes. I think I finally am…”

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