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➯Part 𝟚❣︎ of the Thomas Webb

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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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I may or may not have re-read this over 4 times and ate every last thing on her cause bitch🤭, had tears in my eyes and everything😭

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You hated him.

That’s what you told yourself whenever you’d see him. You knew of his reputation and decided right away that no matter what, you would not allow yourself to be swept up and enthralled by him.

So ending up, alone, in the drawing room with him was truly by complete mistake.

“Surely you can’t find me so insufferable that you refuse to even entertain me in conversation?” His light jab irks you as you scowl at his handsome face.

“You can entertain yourself just fine. You need not my audience.”

The pure ice in your tone draws him to you like a moth to a flame. He’s noticed you long before now but it was clear off the bat that you didn’t care for him in the slightest. So naturally, he couldn’t resist being around you. Following you at the latest ball as you flitted into an empty room filled with billiard tables.

All you wanted was space from all the heavy perfumed bodies but now you want to leave all together. Irked and aroused by his insufferable presence, you mouth off at him, fed up with how haughty he always seemed to be. Especially since you knew that he knew of your dislike of him.

“Just who do you think you are?!” You shout at him. Frank only smirks as he replies.

“Frank Churchill, pleasure to be acquainted my lady”, he pauses and his easygoing attitude makes you want to jump him, “if I may, why do you hate me so fiercely?”

You gape at him in shock because there’s no way he’s being serious. Looking into his breathtaking deep blue eyes, you give him your full opinion.

“I think the reason is quite obvious. You walk with the highest instep in mankind, you’re too used to everyone falling over you and rumor has it you go through the messiest flings”, he simply listens and waits for you to finish, driven to have you now even more.

“…and to top all that, you’re face is pleasant enough to make one startle with each look at you which is most infuriating-“ the amused look on his face makes you quiet as you realize what you said as you glare at him.

If looks could kill…

“Ah~ How good I will sleep at night knowing you find me pleasant to look at”, he purrs, coming into your space. Heat creeps up your neck but you refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“I don’t care how you sleep! Actually, you know what?!”

“Tell me what.”

“You can go kiss it!”

He hums before leaning down to your face, full lips close to yours as he whispers.

“Open your legs so I can.”

He captures your lips in a heated kiss as soon as you snap your head up, plump lips move passionately against yours and you moan when he licks into your mouth. Gasping as he lifts you onto one of the tables you rush to gather your dress, huffing indignantly.

“Just like that? Don’t you think you’re being too easy?”, you taunt him even though your one to talk, Frank laughs in response as he kneels, cooing at your wet panties before slipping them off.

“I am merely honoring your wishes to “kiss it”. You can hold my hand if it’s too much.” Before you can snap at him again, he’s licking a broad stripe up your pussy and your head drops back, a wrecked moan escaping your chest.

You’re so wet already, soft skin shiny-slick and flushed with arousal, Frank slides his hands up to your hips to hold you still, but you keep twitching up, trying to fuck against his tongue while he laps over you in broad strokes.

The sounds coming from your mouth make him think that you’ve loved him all his life as you moan his name, swept away with how good he’s making you melt under him.

You cry out when he wraps his full lips around your swollen clit and sucks, keeping up a steady rhythm of hard and soft suction while you grip his hand. The noises spilling out of your mouth pitch into high, frantic, almost distressed trills, your clit a pulsing nub between Frank’s soft lips. He stops sucking, just to flick the tip of his tongue against you a couple times, reveling in your sweet whines.

And then he pulls back with a soft kiss to the aching nub. You tighten your hand on his hard, and tilt your hips up as much as you can with Frank’s firm hold on you, keeping you down.

“You miserable tease,” your voice breaking a little when he licks around your entrance.

“You teased me first,” Frank says, teasing around your hole with his tongue, smirking a little when he can feel you clenching, trying to draw him in.

You don’t have time for this. You’re wet beyond belief and you can’t think straight long enough to argue.

“Poor thing,” he says, pointing his tongue and fucking you with it until you’re writhing under him, harsh pants edged with almost-groans making your chest heave under your tight laced corset. “You fancy me quite a lot, don’t you darling?” he asks, when he pulls out, and you full-on whine.

“Please,” you say, clutching at Frank’s hair- not trying to move him anymore, just grasping because you need to hold onto something. “Please, Frank.”

“I adore when you beg,” he tells you, dragging his tongue slow and torturous over up your soaked cunny, pausing just before he gets to your clit just to make you whine again.

He puts his mouth on you again. This time with intent and your wild beneath him. Fingers clasped tightly in his that he’s sure your knuckles are white, hips moving so frantically you’re almost bucking him off. Frank’s close himself, the smell of you thick and sweet in his nostrils, taste of you heady on his tongue, the sweet friction as he humps against the air.

“I - please, please, I - oh,” you babble; Frank sucks so hard his cheeks hollow out, letting his tongue rub against the achy-hard nub of your clit until you jerk your hips so hard you do knock him off, practically sobbing as you cum.

Your fingers tighten even more in his hair while you jerk under him, the desperate relief in your breathy sobs pushing him right over the edge. Frank rests his forehead against your thigh, gasping through it as his cock jerks in his pants.

You pet his hair with shaky fingers, breathing slowly returning to normal. Frank waits for the buzzing in his head, the heaviness in his limbs to subside a little before he stands up, leaning over your slack form in smug amusement. Everything about what just happened was beyond improper but you let it happen because you like him. The revelation fills him with unbridled glee.

“Shall I assume my kiss was to your liking?”

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luvlydeja

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I’m screaming and creaming guys, I swear😭🤭

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luvlydeja

4 months ago

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❤️

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luvlydeja

1 year ago

Girl All I Have To Say Is I Am So Sorry For You And You Should Never Go Through Some Shit Like That And

Girl all I have to say is I am so sorry for you and you should never go through some shit like that and I mean at all, especially with people who are supposed to be your friends and have your back. And girl you deserve so much better and I’m happy that you are getting help with everything. And boo Tyler doesn’t deserve you at all cause you a bad bitch and you’re always going to be one💕. Also I would have beat the shit out of those bitches for spreading rumors about you, cause I would not let that shit slide at all😭

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luvlydeja

1 year ago

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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luvlydeja

1 year ago

This man I swear🤭💗

TikTok Creater: @callumturners

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luvlydeja

1 year ago

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

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

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

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luvlydeja

1 year ago

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

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luvlydeja

1 year ago

😭..it’s so good🤌🏾

𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑨 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑬𝒈𝒂𝒏<33

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕?”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔- 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒙, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒓𝒈✪𝒔𝒎𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 😉

“Cmon bun, I didn’t catch it the first time.”

Damn he was such a bastard.

You know there’s a high chance you’ll never live this down but you’re too wet to care.

Pinned underneath his body as he teased you, John’s thick fingers stuffed inside your dripping cunt while they’d lightly graze that spot inside you but never hard enough to get you off, just keeping you on edge and under his thumb. Literally.

What he wanted was simple. Lately, when you’d be having sex, he felt like there was something you were holding back, something that could send you to cloud nine and he needed to know what that something was.

Bucky knew he couldn’t be sweet and get it out of you, no. You were too stubborn so you’d never tell. The only option left was slow torture.

Luckily for him, endurance was never your thing so within the first hour of being stripped naked and played with, you broke muttering your embarrassing truth.

“S-spit in….my m-mouth..”

The way Bucky’s eyebrows jumped to his hairline made you wish the sheets would swallow you whole.

“I’m sorry, where did you want me to spit?”

Now he was just being an ass.

You throw your head back with a whine, fighting tears. You needed to cum. The ache was starting to become almost unbearable, clit throbbing so hard it bordered on pain. And it was hot too, only adding to your frustration.

Going to open up your mouth to argue some more, you cut off with a gasp when Bucky suddenly takes his fingers out.

“W-what are y- oooh!” Your voice breaks off to a sharp moan as Bucky slaps his thick cock between your swollen pussy lips, hitting your clit as he slides back an forth, the intense pleasure overwhelming you as you become lightheaded. Fuck, you could cum like this.

Before you get too far, John stops and lowers his face to yours. Blown blue eyes meet your hazy ones as he brushes his full lips over yours, speaking lowly.

“So wet..must ache, huh?” John can see your resolve disappearing almost completely so he keeps going. “Tell me what you want so I can give it to you.” Fuck it, you need to come. “I’ll always give you want you want, pretty..jus’ gotta tell me.”

Nodding, you lift up to capture his mouth in a deep kiss, opening your mouth before he pulls away.

“Now, where do you want me to spit?” He rasps against your lips, and you don’t care anymore. You’d tell him the secrets of the president if it would get your screws knocked loose.

“I want, no…need you to spit in my mouth.”

“Good girl. Now, open. Let me see the back of that pretty throat.“

You obey without question and John hums in pleasure before leaning down and spitting straight down your throat. A high pitched moan erupts from you as you feel its warmth pool in your core. After that Bucky can’t wait anymore as he fucks his length into you cunt and devours you in a kiss. Your lashes flutter amidst your eyes rolling back. The languid strokes of his sweet tongue against your own draws out the most debauched sounds from your throat. His lips suction off of your own with a wet pop and you gasp, “want me to do it again?”

You don’t even have to nod all the way before the taste of his spit is sliding down your tongue and he’s fucking you even harder.

Wrecked moans, slapping skin, and harsh curses fill the room as you finally fall into the abyss of euphoria. Your orgasm hits you in a violent burst of bliss that has you crying out for him in a drawn-out moan, your spine arches amidst the waves of pleasure clouding your mind, body writhing, and pelvis undulating as you ride out the pulsing release. Your soaked cunt throbs and pulses around Buck’s girth, burning hot and dripping.

“F-uck!” he cries, slamming into you, his moan turns to a loud growl before you feel a hot pressure gush inside of you. Your eyes roll back with a sob, clinging onto his broad frame.

You’re both boneless when you come down a few minutes later but John stays inside you, picking up your hand to kiss the back of it soothingly as you drift off.

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luvlydeja

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