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➯Part 𝟚❣︎ of the Thomas Webb

🎀pretty shameless neighbor series🎀

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❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠...”

𝒙 • 𝒙 • 𝒙 • 𝒙

Apparently that one meeting had the universe’s blessing because two days later and nonstop thinking about the tall boy with the pretty eyes named Thomas; you see him again.

It was late.

Just a couple minutes after midnight. It wasn’t that you couldn’t sleep, you just wanted to get out for a little bit. So, only dressed in a thin cami and cotton plaid short shorts you’ve had since forever, you slide on some flip flops (while ignoring their contrast with your pink nails) grab your key, lock the door and go.

You jog up the stairwell at the end of the hall, all the way up until you get to the emergency exit that leads to the roof.

Stepping outside, the cool air makes your nipples harden but it’s refreshing and you take a deep breath. Looking out at the city, you walk to the little wall and take it in.

It’s relaxing but you sigh once that feeling of missing someone or something, rushes over you. You had moved to New York honestly, to run. Back at home there always seemed to be someone who wanted something from you. Whether it was answers about your personal business, affection, more closeness than you were comfortable sharing, or compliance.

You got tired of never being able to enjoy yourself and constantly guilt tripped for keeping your privacy private, you just said fuck it and left.

And best decision you made yet. Good fucking riddance.

Your thoughts drift back to where they’ve usually been…Thomas. He was so panty droppingly gorgeous. His eyes, the way he looked at you, the way his supple lips had felt beneath your teeth, right down to how they moved when he spoke and his voice. Biting your lip, even thinking about him made both your hearts beat faster.

“Bye Doll”. Damn. You wanted him all over you to the point of madness.

Imagine your surprise when you see said boy out the corner of your eye sitting on the floor to your far opposite.

“DICK ME DOWN SIDEWAYS! FUCK!!” Clutching your chest in shock, he smiles, walking up to you.

“How long have you been there??”. It was somehow slightly embarrassing to have him there while you were thinking about him.

He’d actually been there 30 minutes before you. Thinking of things to write when the door opened and out walked you. Looking just as good as you did 2 days ago when you sent his world spinning by just existing near it.

Taking you in while you silently looked into the night. Smooth skin, the hardened buds of your chest, and cute little shorts that couldn’t quite cover the plump of your ass. You were pretty down to the Barbie pink paint on your toes. Your expression gave away everything and nothing about what was going on in your mind.

“A little over half an hour. Couldn’t sleep.” Oh. You look at him closer and his answer checks out. His hair is tousled and he’s wearing a college tee and…lord have mercy….gray sweatpants. Your breath gets stuck in your throat before you snap your eyes back up to meet his that are already looking at you knowingly.

“What about you?” He asks lowly, standing close to you while you lean back.

“Just wanted to get out. Until I got lost in thought”.

“About what?” That one takes you a second to answer before deviousness gives you an idea.

“You really wanna know, Thomas?” Making your voice a sultry purr, he feels warmth lick up the back of his neck before nodding a weak “yeah”.

“I was thinking about all kinds of things. Favorite songs this week, work, if I should make more friends or stay a lone wolf, life in New York, but more often than not; you.”

Thomas listens and tries to ignore how his heart races. He’s so taken by you that he wants to know everything. But the part where you were thinking of him? More than once? He temporarily resets.

Taking a deep breath he steps closer to you, in your space. Looking down at you with something and the energy shifts as you look at each other.

“Tell me more?” Tilting his head, voice soft. Fuck. His voice.

“For starters, I moved here by myself because life back home got too stifling. Here is more fun and being a bartender isn’t bad either”, you trail off, his gaze making you feel like y’all should be doing more than just talking before you continue,

“right now my favorite song is ‘open arms’ by Sza. I would try to make friends but I don’t have time for mean girls. Y’know the type; always coming around with bad news, say they want you to win but hope you lose. I think about you because…” pausing, you choose honesty, “you light me up. I wanna get to know you and do stuff.”

You two are so close that your chests almost touch. Looking up at him, who’s looking down at you…in your shared gazes, there’s nothing but want.

He actually needs to be his girlfriend after listening to you. He’s always considered himself and his life boring, lacking. But you don’t seem to think that about him or care if that really was the case.

It’s sweet.

Your angelic voice pulls him from his trance.

“Well? Talk to me”, slowly bringing your hand up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck.

Reveling in your touch, Thomas wraps an arm around your waist. Pulling you to him, he takes in how soft you are against him, how good you smell. He inhales, the air sweetened by you and talks.

About anything. Everything.

He likes pastel green, trends aren’t his thing, he likes to write but he tutors for cash in other subjects, he likes poetry, his father doesn’t like him because he doesn’t exactly fit the aesthetic of his family, touches briefly on his sensitive mom, he dislikes unnecessarily rude people, how the internet will eventually ruin the world, that he too likes open arms by Sza but he preferred Bruno Mars and Metallica or just classical music, the old guy in the building he recently made friends with, that he’s boring, he doesn’t go out much and when he does, he’s socially awkward. And lastly…

“I think about you too. Haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met. I wanna hang out with you too. And do stuff.” Repeating your previous statement, he usually doesn’t talk this much but the captivated look in your eyes drive him to.

To you, it’s the way he speaks. What he talks about. The way he sees things. He’s not just skin deep, he’s present. Plus Thomas is actually not as timid as you thought he was. Oof.

You smile up at him as you two continue to chat and lose track of time. Just enjoying each other’s company.

“So why did you pick ‘wh𖦹recore’ as the name?”, he snorts out a laugh as you tell him about how you came up with the name to one of your playlists.

“Because it has most, if not all, of the slūttiest songs known to man on it. Yknow, for the culture. In-house wh𖦹res need representation too”. You sound completely serious for a few seconds before dissolving into giggles. Maybe the name was a touch absurd.

“Why? You got something against wh𖦹res?” Giggling while you tease him, he just shakes his head smiling lightly.

“Not wh𖦹res but home wreckers don’t sit right with me.” The subtle shift in his tone makes you want to smack whoever’s the cause of it.

“Oooh. Is this family related or…?- Wait-, you don’t have to tell me or even talk about if you don’t wanna.” You like him a lot so the last thing you want is to upset him by being too nosy.

Thomas furrows his brows and automatically denies it.

“No no no no no. It’s fine. I like talking to you”, tipping his head down in your direction, grins before it fades and he continues.

“Her name’s Johanna. She’s my father’s mistress.” He’s looking to the side, sounding far off and almost bitter.

“Me and Mimi saw them out together once and she was all over him. That’s how I found out. A few days later I talked to her, let her know that my father’s married, and that it’s fucked up and-“, pausing once he sees the “less-than impressed, let’s get ready to rumble” look on your face. A prettily arched eyebrow, jaw set, with the meanest glare he’s ever seen.

“And what???” Yeahhhh, you definitely did not like Johanna.

“And she said that my mom was giving my father to her because she was lacking….something? So, home wreckers aren’t a favorite.” Thomas tries to laugh that last part off but it doesn’t quite hit home.

“Look, whatever I could say, I’m not going to because I’ll curse a bitch sick from here to Peru. What does miss thing look like?” Well damn.

“A bit older than me, brown hair n eyes, little nose, about 5’6, posh brit, and….beautiful.” Amusement spreads across your face and suddenly he’s nervous again.

“Sounds beautiful. Beautifully basic. That’s a fraudulent hoe if I EVER heard of one. You and your mom deserve better from your father but that’s all I’ll say about that.” Sighing, you try not to let it irritate you too much. Still, it’s something about a manipulative woman with no respect for other’s relationships that makes you itch to put your hands on her. Hmm. Hopefully, for her sake, you don’t ever run into her.

Changing the subject, you lean back into him.

“At least I didn’t attempt to poison my uncle with mint chocolate chip ice cream”. Thomas gasps indignantly at you before picking you up and sitting you on the wall you were leaning against, smiling at your squeals.

“That was one time, smart ass”. Defending himself with a cheeky grin, he rests his hands on your waist.

You nod in mock surrender and settle into a comfortable silence before going back to playing with the short strands at the base of his neck.

He’s back to looking at you and you look right back. It’s comfortable how easy you feel with each other. The attraction.

So when Thomas slowly leans down, capturing your soft lips with his full ones, you fold immediately.

You felt it when you bit his lip before that they were soft but nothing like the full scope.

Soft like melting snow and having the same effect as they melded against yours. The warmth of your shared breaths had your heart beating hard, arousal trickling into your system at the feel of him. Gasping at Thomas, pressing harder against your mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Your little sounds were driving him mad. Taking your bottom lip in his mouth, sucking lightly and letting it pop back into place, pupil’s dilating more at the throaty moans that spill from you. Moving a hairs breath back so he could look at you. Wet, swollen lips, heaving breasts, looking at him like that with your blown doe eyes. And before you know it, he’s rushing you again.

Except this time; there’s tongue and your heads move with the sheer intensity of your kiss. He licks hotly into you, almost eating your mouth out, holding you so close that you can feel his erection which only serves to make you wetter. Your whole body was like molten lava with how good you felt. Arousal lighting every nerve inside you.

But, you two can’t…not yet. And if you keep going like this, you will. So, begrudgingly, you tug sharply at the hair of his nape. Clit throbbing when he pulls away with a wet hiss, groaning.

Panting, he presses his nose against yours while you catch your breath.

“Thank god you let me kiss you,” he’s boyish as he chuckles and you smile broadly back.

“Thank god you kissed me period.” Feeling light and giddy as you rub your noses together.

“Got any plans tonight?” It’s husky and suggestive and your nipples tingle with the thought of what plans you could find yourself under.

“None actually…but I could help you unpitch your tent if you’d like?”, raising an eyebrow and making sure he follows your gaze as you look down at his crotch.

Thomas let’s out a hum before pecking your lips again.

“Tempting, Doll. But I feel like you’d be more trouble than help.” He murmurs, looking at you through lidded eyes. You nod, grinning because he’s right.

“True. Maybe later we can get up to our own kind of trouble and help each other out real nice then, hm?” He sharply inhales at that, moving his hands to settle back on your waist.

“Mhmm, I’ll hold you to that”, and this time your tiptoes up to kiss him. Sealing the deal.

“Then hold me tight.” Eyes gleaming as you smile up at him. He’s so darling, and you wish you could stay but it’s so late and you have things tomorrow so you have to say goodbye to him for now.

“Well while I don’t have plans tonight, I do unfortunately have plans tomorrow…so I’ll see you later?” Thomas throws his head back in a whine, pouting all the way as he reluctantly let’s go.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It is really late but yeah, you’ll see me. Until then, try not to miss me too much, yeah?” He’s teasing but he misses you already really. Watching as you walk back to the exit, all light amusement as you look back at him with a playful wink.

“I make no promises!”, he’s blushing at that, heart fluttering at how much he likes you. That you’ll maybe miss him too.

Waving before you open the door and disappear behind it,

“Goodnight dreamboy”.

“Goodnight, Doll.” He whispers after you,

Then you’re gone….

but your scent stays sweet on his lips.

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“Touchin’ me, telling me ‘we gotta go’ but this time I need to feel you…”

♡︎.

.♡︎

There’s something about him.

You’ve been noticing this something ever since he fuckedyoutillyousawstars persuaded you to give him all the babies he wants– before, you considered yourself possibly tall, but Bucky is taller; not only that, but he’s much broader than you, his shoulders remind you of mountain ranges and his body is solid, hard, and warm. Your body is caught between that body and the inside of your bedroom door, John’s handsome face tantalisingly close to yours. So close, in fact, that you can see the little flecks of olive green in Bucky’s deep blue irises, and the way his pupils dilate; you can see each crease in his full lower lip, the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the delicate wisps of hair on his forehead…

It almost felt like you couldn’t get pregnant fast enough.

You fist your hands in the front of his shirt, dragging him down to crush your lips together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Bucky wastes no time forcing his tongue past your teeth, pushing the your own tongue further back into your mouth as you moan, dutifully sucking the appendage into your mouth and letting your teeth graze over it. It’s obscene, really, with the way your practically fellating Bucky’s tongue. It’s also obscene how not a few minutes ago you were begging him for this exact moment.

Purring so sweetly in his ear all the ways he could take you, knock you up, that you were ovulating fucking Christ…

“Cmon baby, don’t you wanna make me a mommy? See my tits nice and heavy with milk for our baby?” And that’s all he heard before lust took over.

Bucky’s huge hands plunge up under your top, curling around the line of your waist and pulling you so close your bodies are flush against each other. Gasping, John’s thigh bullies its way between your legs. You don’t bother to stop yourself from grinding down against it, panties growing sticky as your stomach warms. Your heartbeat pulses loudly in your ears and throbs between your legs, your mind running away with ideas about how good he could breed you with what’s nestled between his legs and decide to play dirty.

“Please,” you coo, nibbling down on Bucky’s earlobe; the man jerks against you at the light sting, and his cock jumps in his pants as you roll your hips to meet the other’s. “S’what you want right? Let me make you a daddy, wanna be so full of you-”

“Turn around, bend over.”

You don’t want to tear yourself away from John, from his kisses, out of those strong arms – but you do, because you know that what’s coming will be so much better. You brace your hands on the door, arching your back and sticking out your ass clad only in panties, a dark stain spreading over the material from where you’d begun to grow wet. John rumbles in satisfaction from behind you, one hand pushing down your panties and the other pulling down his own trousers to release his thick, flushed cock from its confines. You glance back over your shoulder and his whole body shivers, from your scalp right to your toes, at the sight of it. It’s fat and heavy and huge, wrapped with dark veins that you suddenly very much want in your mouth. You push your ass out more, spreading your thighs and whining, practically humping the air in desperation.

John has to think straight enough for the both of you as you’re smaller than him and he doesn’t want to knock all your screws loose. “Bunny, I need to stre-“ you cut him off the pure want in your voice nearly blinding him.

“Hurry up, please, what you need to do is–,” you break off with a shuddering gasp as Bucky lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes, sliding his slick, fat cock in one stroke. His fingers are bruising against your hips, holding you in place as he tries to stuff in a few more inches. The head of his cock forces its way past the ridge of your hole, stretching it out, soon hitting the hard line of your cervix. The sound that falls from your pretty lips when Bucky’s cockhead kisses your cervix is barely human; it’s high, keening and wanting.

Bucky himself is curled over your body, trying his best to swallow down the immediate urge to ragdoll you. Soaking walls clench tight and hot and hungry around him, drawing sweat to the surface of his skin and causing each muscle in his body to tighten.

“Jesus bunny-!,” John manages to push out between clenched teeth, his eyes riveted on where your bodies are joined as he pulls out. The shaft of his cock is slick with your juices, those succulent folds glowing and swollen and clinging to his cock as though they don’t want to let him go. He pulls out just until the head rests inside your cunt, and then he slams back in, right to the base. His balls slap unforgivingly against your engorged clit and his little minx shudders again, humping your hips back impatiently.

“Fuckmefuckme, God, my pussy needs you so bad,” you gasp out. Legs shaking already, threatening to give out from underneath you; in fact you suspect you would have already fallen had it not been for Bucky’s hands elevating your hips.

“She doesn’t want to let me go,” John groans, body curling over yours as he picks up the pace. “Don’t worry, let me do all the work…I’ll give you what you want.”

You whine and spread your legs further, allowing his cock to pound even deeper into you, splitting apart the sensitive flesh of your pussy and hammering against your womb, pushing time and time again over the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled deep inside you. The bedroom fills obscene sounds: your desperate moaning, the slapping of skin on skin, the squelch of your cunt as Bucky plunges into it. He bites down hard into your shoulder, his hands leaving your hips and moving instead to crawl up your chest, taking two swollen nipples between his fingers and rolling them.

“F-fuck, Buck, n-not – ahn,” you, despite your protest, push your chest further into Bucky’s large, rough hands. You feel smothered, suffocated by him, so surrounded by his scent and his warmth. You’ve been invaded by him. You love it.

John tugs hard on your tits, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh. As he does, your pussy constricts around him and he groans, huffing into the nape of your neck.

“I need you to cum in me,” you whisper deliriously, face flushed and sweaty. “Cum in me, please –,”

Your pussy seems to drool even more at the thought, juices dripping down to the wooden floor you he thrust your hips back to meet John’s bruising thrusts.

“…mhmm, gonna put a baby in you,” John purrs, the thought making him almost feral, bringing him back to his most primal instincts. “Gonna fuck my baby into you, pretty… I want to see you swollen for me, fat with my child…” Then you would really be his, solely and completely, in body and mind and soul as you two would raise the beautiful result of your union. He fucks into you even more brutally, his hand dropping to your soft hips and working furiously at your swollen, raw clit.

At the new touch your back bows and you wail, the sound muffled only by the fingers Bucky shoves in your mouth.

“Do it,” you slur around the your husbands fingers as you suck at them, drooling. His thick fingers probe to the back of your tongue, taking it between them and rubbing it; your big eyes fill with overwhelmed tears and you shut them, giving your over completely to his pleasure. “Give me your babies, do it – oh – I’m so close, daddy –,”

“Cum,” John breathes hot in you ear, teeth closing down on the delicate whorl. “Squirt all over my cock mama.”

That’ll do it.

You cry out against Bucky’s fingers, hips humping wildly up and down his cock. Your body forces itself as far back as it can, bringing as much of Bucky’s cum inside as possible. Your thighs shake violently, one foot lifting off the floor completely as your orgasm wracks through you, eyes flickering back into your skull and you stop hearing. Drool dribbles down your chin, landing in fat drops on the floor as you lap at the fingers in your mouth between wails; your dripping, cunt gushing around the delicious stretch, sucking Bucky’s cock in as far as you can.

John grits his teeth hard, his thrusts growing erratic and messy as he climbs quickly towards his climax. He cums with thunder rolling through his skull, burying himself in the wet mushy heat of your cunt, his balls tightening as he releases load after load after load as deep inside you. His thumb, moving in trembling circles over your clit, sends you into a pretty, twitching, overstimulated mess.

His fingers drop from your mouth, slick and dripping, picking your limp body to the bed and dropping in an exhausted heap.

He’d ask if you needed anything but your already crawling on top of him, legs settling around his waist as you make yourself welcome at Ah La Hotel Egan.

You mumble out baby names as you try to stay awake, swearing you only “need a break, no nap” and John just watches you fondly, gaze full of tenderness.

“…better not get tired old man”, the irony of the yawn that follows makes him laugh, amused. Little did he know, when your twin girls are born, he’ll officially be outnumbered.

“I’ll do my best”.

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Okayyy period🤭, honestly I’m kinda fucking jealous😭. And the fact that yall are still together is cute as hell honestly girl💕. Also girly do you think you can find me an older man that can do that to me sis, cause you know….research purposes💀🤭

Heyyyy…..

How y’all doing🤭

Okay so I’m actually going to be back to post some of my favorite edits cause…a butch crash out when TikTok got banned for 12hours so yeah.

Not only that but I just turned 18 last week🤭 and Im so excited to be this age but also scared il not even going to lie though but yeah, I’m back and excited to post again and everything like that❤️

I had to repost this, cause it’s just too good like🤌🏾 @willyoubemycherryy

➯imagine being Thomas Webb’s pretty shameless neighbor❣︎#𝟙 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

ALSO: this is an x reader but I used my name Dollette Watson ie. Doll/D.W for short (my mom was born in the 60’s can u tell?) just because I think the constant y/n is annoying if u want me to change it lmk and I will♥︎

“𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛’ 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑜 𝑃𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑖．．“

When you first moved in, you actually hadn’t seen him at all for almost 3 weeks.

Between settling in, moving your stuff together, job hunting, and being somewhat social, it wasn't until things slowed down a bit that you finally did see him and damn, did you see him.

You had just walked through your buildings door. Tired from work and the tight ass “uniform”, which was nothing more than a button up top with a tiny pinstripe skirt. Huffing in irritation you ready yourself for the trek up the stairs in goddamn heels, when you notice feet and the man attached to them blocking your way.

Raising an eyebrow, you wait a beat for him to move until you realize that he was wearing headphones.

You walk closer until the tips of your shoes are nearly kissing and watch the exact moment he snaps back to planet earth. Startling as he looks up at you.

You were suddenly grateful he had headphones on when you gasped because nothing could have prepared you for someone so attractive.

He was undeniably the finest man you have ever seen in your life, period.

Pretty cut brown hair, thoughtful baby blues behind smart framed glasses that brought attention to his high ruddy cheekbones, and god his nose. You have to blink away the graphic image of how good said nose would feel grinding against your clit before the present dull throb in your core turns into full blown pulsating.

Your efforts don’t matter because it’s game over for you once you drop your eyes to his lips. They were just so…full. Deep pink n plush, that line down the middle of his bottom lip was doing something to you.

You don’t even care if he notices you checking him out. In fact, you want him to. Because you were going to have him one way or another and have a real fun time with it too.

So, you watch his eyes flit to the hem of your shamelessly short skirt before trailing them down your legs, all the way to your heels. Enjoying the heat that his gaze alone lights in you.

Unfortunately, you are tired so playtime will have to wait.

Clearing your throat, you give him a cheeky smile, “Going up? Or are you waiting down here forever?” Tone teasing as you walk up the first two stairs to stand beside him. He watches your every move almost devotedly.

“No, I’m going up. I mean- I live here so that’s…yeah. I was just lost in thought.” His voice is deeper than you thought it’d be as he stumbles a bit through his answer and the raspiness in it makes you want to whine.

But wait.

“You live here too? Because I moved in a few weeks ago actually.” You tell him and he nods.

“Yeah? weird I’ve never seen you around the building though.” you laugh as you definitely would have remembered seeing him.

“That’s probably because you’re obviously a busy guy. Lost in thought in the middle of the stairs. Does this thought have a name?” Smiling, you prod him juuust a little, to gauge if he’s single. He smiles with you and it’s cute. Lightly shaking his head before he suddenly stands.

Fuck you upside down in a full Nelson he’s tall.

“Busy is the last thing I am. The name was Mimi. I’m just the friend that never made it to boyfriend, but I’ll get out of your way…?” He pauses as he waits for your name.

“DW. Dollette Watson. But for what it’s worth,” you hesitate before deciding to just go for it,

“I’m positive you’re the type to talk someone through it so it’s her loss entirely. Try not to sulk too much...?” You know you’re being bold. Innuendo all in your voice but he’s so hot you truly can’t help it. Thanks to his height and close proximity, you have to look up to make eye contact which is hard because of the way you’re trying not to stare at his full lips. And he smelled so good.

“Thomas, Webb. But thank you.” His voice is lower as he looks down at you with hooded eyes and the urge to devour his mouth hits you hard. But, you just walk up the steps until you can look down at him and turn to face him.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you but…if you ever want to get busy, come to 5b. I’m sure we could find something interesting to do”. You aren’t teasing this time. You mean business. Leaning in to whisper so close to his face that you can smell his chapstick. His eyes widen before they drop and you actually do whine as he bites his lip and comes closer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Until next time though. Bye Thomas.” You can’t resist and lean forward to nip his bottom lip. His light throaty groan sends warmth all over your body as it tapers into a soft “fuck”.

“Bye Doll”, Thomas mutters after you pull away, briefly noticing how his ears and neck have reddened, before you start walking up to your place.

Oh, he’s going to be fun. You think, feeling his eyes on you while you walk up until you’re out of sight.

Smirking, you hope he saw your panties…and how soaked they were.

CALLUM TURNER as JOHN ‘BUCKY’ EGAN MASTERS OF THE AIR · part eight

It’s he’s song guys🤭😫

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