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To be honest pooks…I don’t know what to say😭, like I do but I don’t. But ummm go off I guess💀. I’m sorry I don’t honestly know what to say😭😭

Honestly girl….i would do the same think but with a gun💀, cause for one it’s your parents fault for making him into a spoiled sad brat and second you should blackmailed he’s ass with something he did. Cause my unhinged ass will and I did before with my brother and I would do it again. And also boo your parents are an ass for making you do everything, cause one day they going to realize that you were the holding that family together okay, cause you were. And hopefully now you are at peace and living your life as a bad bitch love💕

Legs wide open, I swear🤭

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Okay girls, I made a confession google doc, cause I want to know what some tea or some secrets that have happened in your life or from somewhere else👀, so if you want you can just go ahead and spill🤭💗

👉🏾: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe-ldHzBswUixQj2Vuyx43Ewml49QJyJJeVNmcIpy-CozEoug/viewform?usp=pp_url

“The Sex”-🤭🤌🏾

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Jesuss😩💗

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This is for pookie @willyoubemycherryy💕🌸

TikTok Creater: @callumsturner

Some of yall girls is nasty and weird for asking her to write some of these stuff or requesting. Cause for one don’t you think it’s going to make the writer uncomfortable, like at all😑. Second asking the writer to put r@pe, s3x with a minor which is beyond even weird, inc3st, and so on is fucking disturbing. Please don’t ask my girl @willyoubemycherryy or any other writer about that shit cause it’s honestly weird and nasty. Most of the shit they do is for fun not for yall dirty and disturbing ass fantasy, so keep that shit to yourself please and thank you.

And I am sorry for my boo @willyoubemycherryy for you getting all of these weird ass request and hopefully you don’t get them anymore💕

We need to talk.

I didn’t think I’d have to make this announcement so soon since I thought we were all just having a silly goofy time but after looking at some of my asks, it’s clearly necessary.

Here’s a list of things I WILL NOT write:

- Any form of r@pe

-Sh!t or p!ss

-Dubious consent/coerced consent

-Cheating or “role play” cheating

-Incęst

-somnophilia

-Anything where the reader is underaged

-Bestiality

-Drūgging or anything involving drūgs

-T⍟rture

-K!dnapping

-Any kind of abuse

-I don’t do drunk s3x either.

Anything else that’s fucked up, I’m not writing. So don’t come into my ask box with that weird shit trying to make me uncomfortable because it honestly just pisses me off.

Reevaluate yourself and have a nice day.

She ate with the is one too bitch😭👅 @willyoubemycherryy

𝙄’𝙢 𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙏𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚🫡💕

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬❥❥☙ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩✪𝐫𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝟑𝐱, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬3𝐱𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭🤭🤭🤭💗

𝒯ℴ𝓅 𝒷𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉; @taylormarieee @eymie @b1mb0slvt @missusnora @eleanorbaybars

“𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒂, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏’ 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕; 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮, 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔.

. 🜚 . * •ミ✩. 🜸

The cheering from the crowd could still be heard through the walls of the dressing room. Blending in with your cries as the vanity Tiger was fucking you on, repeatedly slams into the wall.

Everything in him was live-wire, the adrenaline that normally rushed through him after a show was heightened when he saw you there, all prettied up watching him scream heavy rock.

Now it was your turn to scream for him as he shoved his fat cock into your wet spasming pussy, biting his lip with a groan looking at the filthy way your messy hole sucked his cock in.

Pretty blue eyes roll back at the sight while sloppy wet noises filled the room as he slammed into your pussy.

It was so hot that it was almost hard to breathe. Tiger could be intense; especially during sex but never quite like this (not that you were complaining). The way he dragged you back with him, with his big hands hot all over your body, kissed you so deep that you felt his tongue in your throat, to picking you up on the vanity and shoving your tiny Ed Hardy dress up in one motion before spearing you on him in a frenzy.

“S-shhhitt! Aaah..! So f-fuckin’ good~!”

Your words come out slurred between your squeals and moans, shaking as you reach down to play with your twitching clit, and whining as the heat licking over your body intensifies with your impending orgasm.

Tiger curses when he feels your sopping cunt tighten around him as he watches you swirl your pretty manicured fingers around your bud that’s covered in your combined juices, getting closer with you, cock twitching as he fucks into you faster, groans adding to the obscene noises of your coupling.

“Yeah, I know..mmfh shit baby…she’s squeezin’ me so tight—!”

Tiger groans deeply, rolling his hips into you heavily, battering your sweet spot as you gasp and cry out in pleasure, rubbing furiously at your clit. So close you could taste it.

“M- m’gonna cum-! Oooh! I-I’m…gonna- FUCK!” You whine, hiccuping as your breath hitches, ready to explode.

“Then cum dirty little girl, wet my dick up”,

and you do just that.

You cum so achingly hard that it almost worries you, sweaty fucked-out face going completely lax, mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your slutty hole flutters then gushes around Tiger’s big cock. Your full body shakes so bad that he has to hold you down; huge hand wrapped firmly against your throat, making you take it. Warm sprays of your cum soak him, the wet rippling walls unlock his own high; biting his bottom lip as he grinds drunkenly into your snug little pussy, shooting ropes of hot steamy cum inside you while your hips twitch up mindlessly.

Eventually coming down, Tiger lets the warm bliss of his climax settle into his bones as you catch your breath. Leaning down to kiss your forehead then cheeks, before slowly kissing your lips.

You kiss him back, but you’re careful to not let it escalate because you’d hate to put yourself in the hospital over dick. (you definitely have and you’d do it again mwaha)

Blinking up at him blearily, you huff out a smile, still not all the way there but warming inside when he smiles back before nipping your cheek playfully to asking;

“Think you can make it to our next show? It’ll be even better.”

Definitely.

.

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✪.

😭😭 @willyoubemycherryy

❣︎𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚡 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚙 ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 𝚘𝚏𝚏-𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚘𝚔𝚎😭, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 ’𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎’, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚍𝚊, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝙾𝙼-𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚈, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚅 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢😂💕

“𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏’ 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏...’’

࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚. .

If someone told you that you’d be stuck in traffic with 6 of the most adoringly irritating men you’ve ever met, fiancé included, you would punch them in the fucking chest for jinxing you like that.

Because that’s exactly the type of circus you currently found yourself in.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“Bucky, turn it up!”

“No but like the way this song still EATS to THIS DAY?!!!”

“YEEAAAAHHH!”

Rolling your eyes behind the steering wheel at what apparently was your group of middle-school girls, you take a deep breath at what was about to occur.

“I THREW A WISH IN THE WELL-“

Ah yes.

The beautiful vocals of John Egan. Off tune as ever as he shouts the words, the others getting so rowdy that their bouncing shakes the car while they grin and dap each other up.

“DON’T ASK ME, I’LL NEVER TELL!” Curt scream-sings louder than John, moving a piece of imaginary long hair behind his ear before looking up to the side, batting his eyes dramatically. It’s all so completely ridiculous that before you can help it, you’re laughing and smiling with them. You know to other cars, you all probably look crazy as fuck but stranger things honestly.

They bounce line after line at each other, playing it up to absurd proportions by running their hands through their hair, fanning themselves like Victorian ladies seeing forearms for the first time, shaking each other, and firing off every over the top ‘come hither’ stare known to man.

At this point even you can’t help but to bop your head because the song really was catchy as hell.

“BUCK GO!”

“YEAH this is you!”

Oh dear god.

Now in his defense, Gale at least had the decency to look slightly embarrassed, given that he was the only one who hadn’t gone and joined in yet but now the pressure was on with Bucky, Curtis, Rosie, Bubbles, and Douglass all looking at him. Practically daring him to ruin the mood.

“…”

“If you don’t-!”

“BEFORE YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE I MISSED YOU SO BAD!”

The hoops and hollers get so loud that you have to roll the windows down. Gale gives in and sings with them and not surprisingly at all, his voice is hot and beautiful not bad compared to the others.

But as good a mood you may be in, you refuse to entertain their foolishness too much or else it’ll go on forever and after being held in traffic hostage for almost an hour and a half, that’s something you just can’t risk. Luckily you don’t have to because the song ends a minute and change later with them all yelling “so call me maybe!!” out the windows, all crowding each other as they try to get their heads through like a bouquet of golden retrievers.

Bucky leans over to press a sloppy kiss on your cheek, making the skin heat up under his sudden undivided attention.

“Babydoll cmon, why don’t you sing with us?” He asks, tapping the underside of your chin.

“Because~ no♡︎. I don’t think I’d sound too great.” which is a complete lie, you sound just fine but you don’t feel like it right now. More than wanting to sing, you want to get back and eat a turkey sandwich (sorry vegans).

However, your fiancé being who he is, can’t help but voice his opinion on your voice…in the most mortifying way possible.

“Well I think you sound better than great when I’ve got you singing underneath me.”

The collective gasps from the Peanut Gallery in your backseat makes the heat rushing up the back of your neck almost unbearable as you snap your head sideways to look Bucky in his face, eyes wide in shock because oh no he didn’t.

“I beg your utmost pardon?!” Screeching as your hand flies to your chest, jaw dropped. He laughs, shrugging like he didn’t just end your honor.

“What?? I’ve said worse to you!” The “ooh’s” from the backseat egg you on as you two start to argue.

“Immediately no, because be so for real! My pearls are clutched to the finest degreeee right now like what is wrong with you?!”

“Babe what! What’d I say?!”

“Dude you DO NOT say shit like that in front of company!”

“We’re not in the house though!”

“The rule still applies! Do I talk about your d-“, while in the middle of your back and forth, Gale interrupts.

“I feel like this would be less…whatever is happening, with some background noise. Could you turn the radio back on, hon? And if it helps, we didn’t hear anything.”

He’s so sweet, truly. Smacking Curtis on the back of the head when he looks like he’s about to disagree with what he knows he definitely did hear, he smiles at you. So, turning to shoot one last irritated look at John, you turn the radio on.

The intro of an almost electro-80’s pop song fill the car and almost immediately the excitement starts again but Gale’s reaction catches you completely off guard, mouth dropping open as he sings,

“My silhouette is in the frame of your shades again~…”

Hillside boys??!!!!

_

Jesusss😩, he so fucking fine I can’t stand it😭

THE BOYS IN THE BOAT (2023) dir. George Clooney

He’s just so-😩

TikTok Creater: @lonlxl0

My man My man My Man🤭💕

TikTok Creater: @ruff4lo

Jesussss🤭 @willyoubemycherryy

𖣔𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕥😂

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤꥟🜚❣︎ 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐯𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬😭, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭😭😭𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐅𝐑

“𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒚 155 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉…”

✫. •🜸. * .ミ★

You were cuddling on the couch when you got distracted by his side profile, specifically his lips.

Tiger was so pretty that the words slipped out before you could process their potential repercussions.

“Spit in my mouth Tig.”

Snapping his head down, he raises an eyebrow in amusement, pupils dilating as he looks at you.

“Yeah?”

You nod your head yes and whine at him, pouting because he was taking too long to give you what you want.

“You’re something else”, he whispers as his hands splay down your back to your ass. Grabbing and massaging, his strong hands send heat pulsing all through your cunt and unable to fight it anymore, you moan a desperate “please” against his lips.

And he kisses you. Hard.

Sucking on your plump lips, Tiger groans at your taste, letting the fat of your ass fill his palms as he roughly spreads your cheeks.

Your body is like livewire, your moans muffled as Tiger’s big tongue fills your mouth, nearly fucking your throat as your lips touch; determined to reach as deep as possible. Through your watering eyes that have rolled into the back of your skull and broken moans, your clit throbs nonstop in your ruined panties and you realize dazedly that you could cum like this.

Depraved of oxygen, lewd noises fill the room with the sounds of your kiss.

Tiger is completely hard, nestled snug right between your sticky pussy lips, shorts soaked through. You jerk violently when Tiger suddenly tongues the roof of your mouth before reaching up to squeeze your throat; mouths still fused together, more slick squirts out of you. Lightheaded as fuck, you rake your nails down his stomach and Seongjoon rips off of your mouth with a groan.

“Fuck”, he hisses, you gasp for air and whine needily at him, cunt throbbing. Tiger looks at you in your ruined state….before he’s grabbing you by your throat and pulling you to his mouth again. Whining like a little fucked out slut, you grind on him, absolutely melting in pleasure.

Both of your lips are sleek with shared saliva but you don’t care. Not when you’re this wet. Tiger’s tongue laves over yours, making your clit throb more before sucking harshly on your bottom lip, releasing it with a slick ‘pop’.

Head spinning as he takes over you, bathing you in pleasure. He’s such a good fucking kisser, you think dazedly, gasping sharply when you suddenly feel his hand clap down on your ass, the sting felt right in your swollen clit. Tiger spanks your ass again and you almost scream because he’s so heavy handed but it hurt so good.

“Open your mouth princess”, he orders softly against your lips and knowing what he’s about to do gets your heart pounding while you go dumb with how turned on you are as you comply.

Tongue lolling out, you open your mouth as Tiger leans down and spits in it. The second the warmth of his saliva hits the back of your throat, you swear you’re going to cum.

The sound that comes out of you is debauched and wrecked as Tiger licks into your mouth right after, sucking his spit off your tongue and spitting in back in.

That’s all it took for that throbbing, burning heat to consume you.

Sloppy wet kissing, groans, and moans is all you hear as you cum so violently it gives you a headache. Engorged clit being battered by Tiger’s big fat cock nestled between your wet pussy lips, messily sliding you back and forth on his thick cock groaning with you, mouths wet. Fuck he looked so good. So big, so tall, and his face.

Tiger’s saying the dirtiest shit about how he’s gonna fuck your sexy little ass up, how pretty you are, how you act proper but in reality you’re just a nasty little slut who’s fuckhole cums from getting your mouth spit in…

Though truthfully, he was hard the minute you looked up at him with that look you got when you wanted something just to tell him to spit in your mouth but he was more than happy to. Watching you twitch and moan as your eyes rolled into your skull with your mouth wet, humping his cock drenched in your juices felt so good to him that he couldn’t help but cum with you, groaning at your debauched expression.

His little slut was in heaven.

All of it goes straight through you and he doesn’t stop. The warmth of his cum all over your sopping twat is the nail in the coffin as you squirt, walls clenching around nothing while gushing.

Wailing as Tiger overstimulates you, wreaking havoc on your mouth, swallowing up your whines and cries, even your screams of pleasure, big hands spreading your asscheeks apart and fucking up into your clit.

Braindead and boneless, eyes white as you squirt all over him. So gone, you don’t even register him pulling your cotton shorts down and shoving 3 of his thick fingers deep, stretching you out so deliciously and nailing your spot to get you squirting again, convulsing as you do. Tiger hisses in pleasure while you cry out his name. He stops and takes the same fingers that were just inside of you, out; leaving you gaping then sucking your cum off his hand and you moan weakly at the sight. Tiger leans down kissing you again, this time sweetly, and pulls away.

“What else you wanna try?”

.

.

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.”

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

He’s just so fine😭

Can someone tell me where this is from PLZZZZZ

I need this man real bad🤭

TikTok Creater:@bloodbqths

Just tooooo goodddd😭🤌🏾 @willyoubemycherryy l

➯Part 𝟚❣︎ of the Thomas Webb

🎀pretty shameless neighbor series🎀

@missusnora @eymie @eleanorbaybars ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❥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.

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.

This man I swear🤭💗

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𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 2020 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 “𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒“ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑚 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖, 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 ♡︎ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

❧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬➬ this is absolutely nasty like I’m shocked at myself lmao, oof um let’s see, detailed kissing, hair pulling, flirting, google translate Italian, shorty gets positively pounded, flirting, teasing, unprotected s3x, manhandling, this is what happens in the hands of the h0rny and untrained😭🫵, lots of orgasms and consensual fun throughout ^^ 18+ MINORS GET OFF OF MY LAWN,

“𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍...“

࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚. .

Since he’d be staying in Italy for a while, or at least until he got all the interview material he needed, his first act of business would be to learn the language.

True, he could get a translator but it would be more authentic for him to learn since he’d be the one speaking and asking the questions.

Naturally, Gregory decided that a native speaker would be able teach him best.

Enter you.

He had walked into the convenience store you part timed at and instantly forgot what he was there for when he saw you. The prettiest thing in a sundress he’s ever seen, soft skin glowing with a slight sheen from the heat, your alluring features making his heart race faster the longer he looked at you.

You were talking to a customer in Italian, smiling and nodding in agreement before sharing a laugh with them. Gregory swore he’s never heard the sound warm spun silk but now he can say he officially has.

The words from your beautiful mouth flowed so effortlessly that he knew you would be perfect for him.

The old man who you were talking to was a regular, stopping by every Wednesday to entertain you with stories about his “sweetie baby wife” and how the world won’t stop at losing just their minds, they’re lucky he’s not in charge before buying some cigars and leaving with a lazy wave and wink.

Giggling, you wave back, shouting out after him.

“Vacci piano, ragazzo duro~!”

Smiling to yourself, you look from the door to the newspaper shelf only to lock eyes with a tall foreigner.

The first thing you notice besides his height was that he was insanely good looking. Rugged wasn’t quite the right way to describe his features because while they were sharp, he was just too pretty for that. Biting your lip, you noticed he was broad too; barrel wide chest and thick arms, you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as classically handsome as him.

You’re so busy ogling him that when he’s suddenly standing in front of you, you startle but regain your wit quickly. Deciding to talk first, but in English.

“What’ll it be boss man?” Flicking your eyebrow up with a playful smile as you lean forward behind the register.

Gregory’s blood rushes south at the way your accented voice addresses him with a flirty look in your big almond eyes. Inhaling sharply he can’t help but smirk back at you.

“I’m looking for a translator since I don’t know much of the language here”, he says.

Goddamn his voice was deep.

Nodding your head to play off how flustered he had you, you get an idea.

Hot guy who needed help learning a language that you just so happen to speak AND moan?

You’re in.

While you’re thinking, Gregory looks you over with all kinds of filth running through his head.

You’d look so good whining naked on top of him.

He could live between your thighs.

What would you sound like when he’s stretching you out and fucking you dumb?

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by the clearing of your throat.

“Well most translators overcharge but since I’m so sweet and if you want, I wouldn’t mind helping you out…?” Realizing you don’t know his name, he rushes to give it to you.

“Gregory.”

“Right. Maybe I could help you out, Gregory…what do you think?” Letting your tone go from intrigued to lilting as you tilt your head to the side, looking at him through your lashes.

You were an absolute dream to him.

Stepping closer to you, he leans down to your face; propped up on his elbows near your own on the register and looks down at you with lidded blue eyes before smiling roguishly.

“I would absolutely love that.”

And just like that the learning process began.

You had taught him things like conversation and structure, how and what to call everyone, transitions and connectors, extensive words, places, and even the slang. Learning from you was hard but the difficulty had less to do with the language and more about how badly he needed to make you cum.

There was always this underlying tension between you two since the moment you met; subtle at first but the steady pent up attraction had it leaking into a more than intense desire.

Constant touches, flirtatious looks, innuendos so obvious that they bordered on invitations then came the teasing.

Whispering in his hear the correct way to say something when he didn’t quite get it right, biting your plump lips when you’d smile at him, but the worse was the way you’d say his name. Rolling the ‘r’ so sexily that more often than not, it had blood rushing straight to his cock.

Moments like now.

“See? Sei un talento naturale, Gregory. Very good”, you say. Praising him sweetly. You were flirting, have been for a while now and you made sure he knew.

But with the way he reacts to you? The undivided attention, the way he’d strip you with his eyes alone, licking his lips and nodding when he focus hard on what you would say, the lingering hugs and wandering hands, not to mention how close his face sometimes got to yours…

It was only a matter of time.

“No~. Questo è tutto tu, bebé.” The low timbre of his voice makes you break out in goosebumps as heat licks up your spine.

“Yeah? It’s all me?”

“Mhmm.”

“How do I know though?”

“Come vuoi che ti insegni?” (How do you want me to teach you?)

Oof. That’ll make your pussy throb-

“THAT, dipende dal tuo stile..” With that it’s now or never as the air becomes thick with tension.

“That’s fine. Mines is ‘hands on’.

And in one smooth motion, Gregory yanks you into his lap, slotting his mouth over yours in a deep kiss.

He fits his hands around your hips as he completely devours you, one hand moving to slide into your hair, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, the suction of his lips and yours soon give to him nipping your bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

It’s so hot it makes you ache as heat soaks into your body and you moan desperately into his mouth. Gregory grips your hair tighter as he pulls it back to look at how pretty you look wanting and seals his mouth over yours again, swallowing your moans in the process.

Your cunt throbs as you hear him groan when he begins to sloppily lick into your mouth, his big tongue pressing against yours, rubbing his cool taste all over your pallet while you twitch and whimper in his strong grasp.

Sloppy wet kissing sounds along with your whimpers fill the room. The sounds would have made you embarrassed but you want him too bad and the way your tongues lazily swirled around each other’s, making more heat pool in your belly then drip down soaking your panties, made you forget about it.

Gregory groans into your mouth again before kissing you even hungrier to the point where you feel him in your throat as your eyes water in pleasure. You were starting need air but you don’t want it, not more than you want him.

He eventually pulls away and you gasp once your airway is free. The sudden influx of oxygen makes you dizzy as your clit throbs and you whine at him, begging with your teary glazed eyes for more.

Your whole body felt hot. The sensations were almost too good as you grind down on his fat length, moaning at the friction against your swollen clit while you unbuttoned Gregory’s shirt; becoming more desperate when you saw his happy-trail.

He pulls you back to his lips in another obscene kiss while you take his cock out, too desperate to take his pants off completely.

You freeze when you feel how big he is, eyes glazing over as you look down with a weak “oh.”

Gregory swears under his breath at your reaction, making a mental note to make you scream before kissing your ear.

“Sì? Babygirl likes seeing such a fat cock hmm?” He coos, making you gasp at his vulgarity.

“O-okay, if you don’t fuck me right now-“, was all you managed to get out before he lifted you to switch positions, you on your back before thrusting into your sopping cunt.

Your mouth drops open in a sharp moan at the stretch, the pressure almost killing you as you gasp and jerk underneath him. Determined not to cum so fast and make it last, but Gregory isn’t doing much better.

You looked so delicious under him as your back arched in pleasure as you cried out for him as he battered your sweet spots, wrapped warm and snug pussy drooling around his cock.

“Hnn - nnnnngghhhh!” The vulgar, borderline animalistic sound eventually forces its way through your gritted teeth when he finishes sliding home some moments later, your eyes rolling straight into the back of your head while your stuffed cunt sensitively flutters around the intrusion. He feels massive inside you. Not particularly long, but sufficiently wide enough to make it seem like he had you stretched right to the breaking point. It was simply too much, and your head lolls back in doped out bliss.

Fervently, your arms circle around his neck as he hunches over you so he can brace his hands on either side of your head, groaning as he moves his hips back before slamming them back in, setting a punishing pace as he fucks you.

You’re already toeing the line of a soul shattering orgasm just from having his cock bullied into you a second time, you toss your head back to peer up at him as if in a daze.

The whorish sounds coming from your throat drive Gregory crazy as he feels himself slip with how mind-tinglingly good you feel.

In a matter of moments he seems to be knocking that tender spot inside of you with near expert precision and you can’t quite catch your breath between helplessly bleating out in wordless ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight on me mami…wet little pussy..! Gonna cum all in you, stuff you full”.

You seize so suddenly it catches you off guard, so rattled at hearing that come out of his mouth that you clamp down on him, hard. You black out while your cunt is sent into a heated pulsing frenzy, wildly squeezing down on his cock so violently that it brings tears to your eyes. Tossing your head back again, you scream for him as you shake so weakly through your mind numbing orgasm that you almost miss the moment your cunt erupts, spraying his front in arousal.

You screw your eyes shut with a keening shriek when a second spurt shoots out of you to further soak him but even then he doesn’t let up on the steady push and pull of his heavy girth along your palpitating cunt. Groaning into your mouth as he cums into your soaking wet heat, hissing through the waves of overstimulation. With no other option, you lie there and take it, your head a mess of static white noise that doesn’t clear up even when you finally start to come down from the high some moments later.

Boneless underneath him, you’re distantly aware of your shared release running down the sides of his cock in warm rivulets where he’s still wedged inside of you but you’re too drunk on satisfaction to care, kissing back weakly as he slips out.

No matter how hard you fight it, sleep overtakes you but one thing is for sure….

You can’t wait to teach him more♡︎. . .

Pookie about to eat this one up real bad🤭👅💕

Hey my love, can you do one were the reader is helping Gregory learn Italian, then the reader starts to get more flirty and start talking sexual🤭 and it ends with them having sex😋🙏🏾

Brilliant😌 Deja ur wish is my command🫡 English is a second language for me so I don’t think I know any Italian but let me take this to my penthouse so I can freak it😂