this blog contains nsfw content, DNI/DNF if you are a minor.
im from Brazil and a few years ago I started to learn english on my own, I have improved my conversation skills but I still have difficulty with written conversations, so be patient with me!
so far I've made small plots that you can check out on the #beckky plots tag and funny incorrect obey me! (i'm surviving on reblogs lately)
im comfortable with demoncest and any couple dynamics in Obey Me! that don't involve Luke, he's a child and needs protection.
i don't feel comfortable with noncon content, people who see queer as a fetish and people who don't respect pronouns, if you interact or do any of those things I don't want you here, thank you and byebye
Diavolo is huge and I don’t care what anyone says, not even the devs themselves and their silly canon height chart.
Even when he’s outside of his demon form bro is like 7-8ft tall, he towers over EVERYONE. Sometimes it’s hard to not be intimidated, no matter the situation, I feel like it’s always a bit spooky to have to crane your neck up so much just to look him in the eyes. And honestly if he didn’t look so joyous to exist all the time he would be pretty damn scary to hang around.
and along with that he’s the only one out of the entire cast that I can imagine is completely SHREDDED. And I mean if you asked this man to flex he’d rip his clothes as if they were wet paper towels, and mother fucker would probably be all “teehee” embarrassed about it.
But despite it. he’s GENTLE. Every tea cup or glass he holds is so insanely safe because he’s so cautious. If he’s around mc AT ALL he’s very careful when he holds them, they’re just so small! And even if they aren’t too different in height compared to the brothers, the brothers at the very least can take a hit- mc? Yeah no he’s scared that a singular too tight hug will squash them like a soggy grape.
Though I like to imagine him using it to his advantage sometimes, if mc were to ever start getting aggressive or angry at another demon or even at a brother for being ridiculous, all he’d have to do is pick them up and walk away. Easy! And along side that he can basically just toss them around, like they weigh nothing at all.
Listen I don’t care what anyone has to say about this, he’s lord Diavolo, future/current demon king, bro. Is. Big. In every single way.
oda: sanji suffered horrific abuse and neglect from the vinsmokes all throughout his childhood, and the trauma has followed him into adulthood so that even the mention of their name makes him shake with anxiety. he’s lived in terror of being recognised as a vinsmoke after he finally escaped, and absolutely loathes being associated with the monsters in any way 😔
also oda: haha lol sanji’s wanted poster went up but only because they’re calling him ‘vinsmoke sanji’ now, haha what a laugh
the idea that thousands of people are calling alexander hamilton a slut
calling any founding father a slut
the idea that people are SHAMING Alexander Hamilton for being Such A Slut he is being SHAMED for being such a naughty little tart, SPREADING HIS LEGS FOR EVERYONE IN CONGRESS
that this was probably prompted by people expression dissaproval for Alexander Hamilton cheating on his wife - that the OP thinks “slut shaming” and “Isnt it gross that he cheated on his wife” are the same thing
Alexander Hamilton has been dead for 210
210 slutty, slutty years
the way that this is presented in such a CHECKMATE SJWS way when they’re talking about a founding father who cheated on his wife and has been DEAD FOR 210 YEARS
the fact that the words “Slutshaming” and “Alexander Hamilton” have been used in the same sentence
i mean just apply what we’d traditionally think of as “slut shaming” to Alexander Hamilton.
His frock coat is too tight, his breaches are so short, have you SEEN how often he powders his wig??? I heard he gave Thomas Jefferson a handy behind the stables AND that he got fingered by John Hancock
i think if sanji and yamato took a moment they could be fast friends bonding especially so on fucked up dads and even more fucked up childhoods
they get so close in wano, after the battles and in that short period before they disembark from the land of wano. everyone thinks they're dating because sanji makes an extra set of snacks and drinks when he seeks yamato out for their late night talks and sanji only makes special snacks for girls and people he has crushes on (and luffy but that's something else entirely)
nami and usopp try to figure out if they're dating but she's so skeptical (nami, who finds sanji's flirting cringe even though she humors it endearingly: sanji? pull yamato? be serious, usopp. vs usopp, who has been on the other end of sanji's kindness and can see how charming he can be when he's not twirling: hey, you don't know what he's capable of. there's many attractive things about him. (that makes nami squint her eyes at usopp so he shuts up. immediately))
but when they find yamato and sanji its the both of them exchanging stories on who had the worst dad. "at least you could breathe," sanji says. "my sperm donor put a metal helmet on my face when i was eight because he didn't wanna see me anymore, announced i was dead to the country and threw me in jail."
yamato, equally outraged, "my dad threw me in jail when i was eight too! with other prisoners of war! i thought they were gonna kill me! one plate of food for the whole lot of us"
they both look at each other, and burst out laughing, at the sheer ridiculousness of it. they have to laugh. it hurts too much if they don't. sanji was able to escape long ago but his recent stint in whole cake island has brought memories he left in a life he abandoned back to the surface, and he feels a bit more brittle these days. more than he had had in over a decade.
smiling softly at a memory himself, yamato offers, "it was scary at first, and my hands were bound. but the prisoners. they were so kind, and helped me escape."
"i've gone hungry before, starvation and at the edge of death. but when i look back, i wonder if i would have preferred one meal and a group of samurai for company, who i did not know would be kind to me, or solitary confinement for months at end." sanji takes another drink. "but i wasnt starved in the dungeons. they still fed me." here he pauses, thinks, and adds as an afterthought. "i think you may have been safer with your samurai than i was there alone. my brothers came down regularly and beat me up, experimenting in new ways to discover just how fragile my human skin and my human bones were."
and now nami was there in whole cake island, she knows sanji's bio family are all bastards and they only let them live because sanji wanted to. but she hadn't known just how bad it was for him. and this is usopp's first time hearing this, and brave as he may be, as he is trying to be, he has always had a soft heart. nami hears a sniffle and sees tears streaming down usopp's face. nami blinks as tears she hadn't known were gathering fall down her own, and holds usopp's hand and leads him away. this isn't a conversation they are meant to hear.
sanji smiles when they leave and yamato grins too. they knew they were there, of course they did. sanji's observation haki may not be able as developed as luffy's, incapable of foresight yet, but he can tell when there are people around.
"they care about you so much, you know?" yamato says.
"i do," sanji smiles. "they could be yours too, if you come with us."
yamato takes a moment. "i know." and he sounds so sad but also determined. "i believe its best if i stay here right now. momo may be in a grown body, but he's still a child. and it would make me happy to be able to discover the country oden loved so much. all those years in onigashima, so near, and i've been unable to truly explore the home i call mine."
"whenever you want," sanji says, "luffy will welcome you i'm sure."
"so he's said."
and they're quite for a while. watching the campfire they built for a while.
"he reminds me of ace so much," yamato says softly.
"ace?"
"i think he was to me what luffy is to you. he would've set me free if he could've. he's so free, and i don't think i've ever laughed as much as the night i had with him."
sanji, familiar with ace, the way he lit up any room he was in, the charm he oozed and the easy smiles he had, says. "i know what you mean. the time he travelled with us was one of the best weeks ever. we were so surprised such a well mannered man could be luffy's brother."
and yamato laughs. because the ace he met immediately tried to kill him.
but sanji knows the sparkle in yamato's eyes, and so he starts explaining how they met ace. burning ships and travelling together in a desert. and when yamato laughs next, it's filled with love and joy and grief. not the kind of laughing you do to hide how much your heart hurts over the childhoods you had. and so sanji talks and talks about ace, informs him of their other brother sabo. the one he is yet to meet, but have heard stories of. he hopes yamato meets the other brother one day, the second in command of the fucking revolutionary army. the one who now holds ace's mera mera fruit powers.
yamato deserves nice things. he's learning he does too.
Summary: You are a newbie Barto Club Pirate with a crush on the Captain! ;)
Pairing: Bartolomeo x F! / AFAB! Reader (No pronouns but pet names)
Rating: NSFW! Minors Do NOT Interact or I will put a curse on your entire bloodline :)
WC: 4,061 (includes lyrics)
TW: Condoms, Kissing & Making Out, Fingering, Oral (M & F), Vaginal Sex, Praise, Degradation, Pet Names (slut, good girl, sugar, sweetness, sweetie, Newbie), Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Sub!Reader, Dom!Barto
A/N: Hello! This is literally my first fanfic I've ever posted publicly. I'm open to suggestion/criticism but please take it easy on me as it's my first time! I need Bartolomeo to fuck me into oblivion, so here is a taste of that yearning, inspired by the song Dance Inside by The All-American Rejects. Definitely recommend giving it a listen if you haven't heard it before, it's very ~sensual~ I hope you enjoy!!!
There he was, standing across the fire from you, Bartolomeo the Cannibal. The crazy rookie you’d read and fantasized about over the past year. He stood relaxed, drink in hand, entertaining some of your other crewmates with one of his stories about Strawhat Luffy. You stood across the fire from him, mingling with the crew while stealing a glance at your new Captain every so often.
He caught your admiring eyes and soon it was no secret that his newest recruit had a crush on him. As he finished his conversation, he began making his way over to you. His movements left you in a trance and your glazed eyes followed his towering figure as he approached you.
The realization that he was coming over to YOU quickly hurled you back into reality. Clearly you hadn’t had enough sake as your heart started to race, all the while never breaking eye contact with your Captain. Frozen in time and space, he kindly greeted you with a, “Hey newbie,” and all you could muster in return was a smile.
You don’t have to move, you don’t have to speak
“You hanging in there alright?” he asked, with genuine concern glimmering in his eyes. You looked around nervously before nodding and exhaling a small, “Yeah,” with a quick smile. Not believing you, he offered, “Well I need to go take a breather anyways, care to join me?” extending his hand towards you. Feeling extremely flustered, you could only bite your lip and nod in return. You took his hand and he smirked before leading you away from the crowd.
Lips for biting
He led you towards the other side of the ship which was completely deserted, given that the crew was busy basking in the glow of the bonfire. He directed you towards a small couch that was nestled in an alcove nearby. You took a seat and he followed, sitting just close enough that his knee grazed yours ever so slightly.
His excitement had dampened now that you were alone. He stared off into the distant sea, taking a swig of sake and relaxing a little more. As he stared out at the ocean, you found yourself staring at him.
You’re staring me down, a glance makes me weak
You couldn’t stop yourself, he was just such a sight to behold. After a year of following his adventures in the newspaper, here he was, right in front of you. You looked him up and down, starting with his washboard abs, moving your gaze up to his rippling pectorals, and letting your eyes trace the outline of his muscular shoulders.
You took some time to admire his handsome face too, the way the shadows of the night emphasized his fierce jawline, before being distracted by the large pillar of green hair that perfectly defied gravity. At last, you saw him lick his lips nervously as his big puppy dog eyes shifted focus off the horizon.
Noticing your unashamed staring, he smiled and turned to observe you in the same way. His eyes started on your thick thighs that spilled out of your skirt, before moving up towards the suggestive curves of your hips and waist, and finally settling on the perfect amount of cleavage that revealed itself from your shirt.
Then he relished in your beautiful face. A sweet, soft, and nervous smile hung on your lips, paired with a perfectly cute nose and the most heavenly (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. He watched as you shifted anxiously under his gaze and when you made eye contact again, his eyes were piercing into your soul, ready to devour you.
Eyes for striking
His eyes were something out of this world, full of their own tiny galaxies. Even though you felt like a rabbit being eyed by a wolf, you couldn’t help your excitement at the passion and hunger you saw in his eyes. However, the abrupt change in attitude startled you slightly, sending the faintest shiver down your spine. You tried to disregard that he had given you that reaction, by breaking the silence, “It’s cold over here without the fire,” you mumbled nervously, finally breaking eye contact as you rubbed your arms to keep them warm.
He chuckled softly and leaned back on the couch, patting his lap as an invitation. You hesitated for a second, before a cool sea breeze sent another shiver across your body and encouraged you to accept his offer. As you took your new seat sideways in his lap, the Captain wrapped his coat around the two of you, pulling you closer against his chest.
Now I’m twisted up when I’m twisted with you
You curled into his chest eagerly, feeling a tremendous warmth radiating from him. Your nerves started to melt away as you nuzzled against him, listening to his heart beat race beneath you. He gently pulled a strand of hair from away your face, forcing a quiet and startled gasp from your lips. You removed your head from his chest as he tucked the hair gently behind your ear, his fingers touching your skin only for a second.
Brush so lightly
His hand lingered nearby, and you felt your heart start to race. You looked up at him, scanning his features for any show of his true emotions. Did he have any feelings for you? Did he just want your body? Unable to find an answer on his face you felt your breaths get shorter as his hand started to lightly trace from your ear down your jawline and neck before beginning to pull away.
And time trickles down and I’m breathing for two
As his hand fell lightly into your lap, you could feel the fiery sensation his touch left behind on your jaw and neck. You longed to feel that sensation all over your body but were too afraid to give yourself over to pleasure. You laid your head back on his chest but draped one arm on his shoulder, caressing the nape of his neck with your hand, strumming your fingers through his hair ever so gently as you felt his hand curl into a tight fist on your lap.
Squeeze so tightly
Would you be able to live with yourself knowing how you felt about your Captain and not knowing if he felt the same way? Would you care if he used you? Did it matter? You let out a deep sigh, shaking those worries from your mind.
I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine
You felt your heart start to race as the world came to a stand still around you both. Your fingers still lightly caressed his neck, and you begged for any movement or response from him to indicate that he wanted this.
This moment seems so long
His answer was to finally relax his fist that lay on your thigh. However, now the palm of his hand was spread against your thigh, loosely holding it.
Don’t waste now, precious time
You noticed the change in his hand position, feeling your excitement blossom at the light grip he now had on your thigh. His hand slowly slid towards your outer thigh and delicately began to pace its way up and down your thigh.
We’ll dance inside the song
Just the feeling of his skin on yours again forced you to throw out any remaining reservations you had. You needed him, and you needed him now. You’d figure out the details later. You moved your hand down his neck and caressed the peaks and valleys of his chest, before stopping at his tattoo.
What makes the one to shake you down?
You delicately traced the outline of his tattoo with your finger, lingering when you were closer to his nipples and hearing him stifle a weak moan each time.
Each touch belongs to each new sound
You looked up at him to see the pleasure written across his face. Pleasure that you were giving him. Seeing his fangs stick out ever so slightly as he pursed his lips to moan for you again. His hand quickly made its way to your ass, firmly squeezing it and forcing a surprised and pleasured squeak from your lips.
Say now you want to shake me too
You stop yourself from moving too fast, though you can feel his cock throbbing through his pants. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he whispers in your ear before peppering your neck and collar bone with a few soft kisses. Stifling the moans from his ministrations, you can only respond with a breathy, “Yes,” before continuing, “Are you sure, Captain?”
He pulled his head back to its normal position, before picking you up and spinning you to face him, so you were now straddling him. “Oh absolutely, Sugar” is all he can say as his hands grasp at your hips, desperately needing to touch you as he starts to lean in for a kiss.
Move down to me
He kisses you somewhat gently at first, his kisses pressing against your lips firmer each time, digging his hands into your plush hips and ass. Your arms drape around his neck and shoulders before starting to claw at his back, pulling him closer and closer to you until your lips open against his, finally allowing his tongue entry.
slip into you
Your kisses quickly become sloppy as they become more heated and passionate. Every time you felt his fangs graze against your lips you moaned into his mouth faintly, encouraging him to continue his feast while his hands caressed every inch of you that they could reach. Before long, you were grinding yourself against his clothed erection, feeling yourself get wetter by the second.
Once you started bucking your hips against his, he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood up, keeping you attached to him, and you wrapped your legs around him as he carried you towards his bedroom. As you neared his bedroom, he still hadn’t broken the passionate kissing that connected your mouths. He kicked his bedroom door open before carrying you in and pinning you against the inside of the door as he locked it.
Still connected at the lips, your feet hit the ground again and you pushed his coat off of his shoulders. He let it fall to the floor as your hands explored his newly exposed skin. Your hands worked their way down his chest and abs to the top of his pants which you quickly unzipped and pulled off of him, an offer he eagerly accepted, even stepping out of his boxers to be fully vulnerable in front of you.
Guiding him with your kisses, you started to stumble towards the bed, almost drunk from the taste of his lips. As he went to remove your shirt, you grabbed his hand to stop him and pushed him down onto the bed behind him, finally breaking the kiss. Surprised by your sudden assertiveness, he cocked an eyebrow as you made a show of slowly stripping yourself down for him. He was entranced by the way you rocked your hips to the distant sound of music outside while you removed each piece of clothing.
She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin
Next thing he knew, your naked body was on top of his, pushing him onto the bed and devouring his mouth with your tongue. He was surprised by how much he liked you taking the lead, it made his cock twitch against you. You gasped at the feeling and had to stop yourself from lowering yourself onto him immediately.
You kissed your way down his torso until your lips made their way to his bright green pubes. You sat up and ran one finger over the tip of his cock, making him tremble beneath you. You licked your lips before your tongue circled his tip, drawing a few hitched breaths from the cannibal. He watched as you suddenly deepthroated his cock, gagging up and down its length as you bobbed your head, forcing exasperated groans from him.
Touch, sight, taste like fire
One of your hands pinched his nipples, while the other went between stroking his cock and fondling his balls. His eyes were focused on you, bewildered, with his fingers laced into your hair as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Barto praised you as you took every inch of him, “That’s my good little slut,” he cooed.
Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you moaned around his cock before he came. A variety of moans escaped him as you swallowed every bit of cum he dumped down your throat. His breathing was jagged and the curses he muttered were too sexy to ignore, building your anticipation for what was to come. As he caught his breath, you continued to touch and tease his cock lightly, until he grabbed your chin and locked eyes with you before smirking and growling out, “My turn,” in a low whisper.
Before you knew it he had picked you up and thrown you on your back on the bed. Now he was crawling up over you, licking his fangs and scanning your exposed body to determine which part of you he would devour first. After a moment, he locked eyes with you before smiling devilishly and moving both hands to your breasts.
Hands do now what eyes no longer defend
He fondled your breasts for a moment before moving his mouth down to one nipple and working the other nipple between his fingers. After a moment he switched sides, and when he did, he felt you writhe beneath him, your hips searching for any friction they could find. He gladly obliged and began using a thumb to start circling your clit.
Your sinful moans were full of praise for him, which only made him strive to please you more. He sat up and kissed you softly before moving both hands to your pussy where one hand worked your clit as the other started to make its way between your lips, forcing a gasp from your chest.
Hands to fuel desire
“Damn, already so wet for me, sweetie?” He teased as he held up his hand and looked at your juices that coated it. All you could do was nod and bite your lip as your hips grinded against him, aching for him to be inside of you. He licked your juices off one of his fingers and chuckled lightly before bringing his hand up to your mouth, “You gonna be a good girl and taste yourself for me?” You sucked on his fingers until you couldn’t tell the difference between your taste and his and he praised you with a “Good girl,” as you did.
I’ll be fine, You’ll be fine
He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, before returning them to your needy pussy. He played with your clit while teasing your entrance with his other fingers and smirked knowingly as your hips writhed against him, aching for him to be inside of you. “Beg, newbie” he commanded. Your eyes widened but you swallowed your pride, “Please Barto… I need you.. inside of me” you pleaded desperately through moans of anticipation.
A devilish smirk spread across his cheeks, making his fangs poke out of his lips. Before you could start to ask again, his fingers slipped inside you, slowly and gently at first, causing a few hitched breaths to leave your chest. You arched your back as he started to build up his pace, bringing you close to bliss on just his fingers.
He curled his fingers until he found the most tender spot inside of you and focused his attention there while he moved his tongue to your clit. The sucking and licking was great but the little nibbles with his fangs had you seeing stars. That combined with his fingers inside of you, it wasn’t long until you spasmed around his fingers, gripping his hair tightly and crying out his name as you came all over his face and fingers.
He continued for each wave of your bliss, not caring that the splash zone you created had deflated his hair. He waited until your breathing returned to normal before crawling up your body, kissing every inch of you along the way and leaving you with a few more hickies. Still slightly dazed, you kissed him sloppily for what felt like an eternity before he pulled back to ask, “You ready?”
This moment seems so long
You could feel his hard cock throbbing against your lower stomach, you bit your lip in anticipation and barely stuttered out, “Condom?” He paused, the question taking a moment to process in his brain. “Oh! Yeah, yes, I do, sorry I can’t believe I almost forgot,” he said nonchalantly. He crawled off of you and sat on the bed next to you to rummage through his nightstand.
Don’t waste now, precious time
You sat up behind him as he unwrapped a condom, and you traced a finger down his spine. A shiver ran through him and he looked back at you quizzically. “Sorry doll, was I taking too long?” He asked and started rolling the condom down his thick cock. “Oh, no no,” you said with a devious smile as you rubbed his shoulders. Pushing yourself against his back your hands began to wander his chest, “I just like to watch,” you said with a giggle. His eyes scanned you with intrigue, not sure what to think of it at first but ultimately deciding it was hot.
He grabbed your hands to stop your caresses before he turned over, pushing you back into the mattress with a soft kiss, which you happily accepted. He ripped your thighs apart harshly, spreading you completely for him. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in, accompanied by an assortment of gasps and moans from both of you until he finally bottomed out.
We’ll dance inside the song
He sat still for a minute, letting you adjust and relax around his size before you gave him a nod to continue. His fangs poked out of another devilish grin as he slowly started to move himself in and out of you. He was moving tortuously slow, your hips writhed beneath his, begging him to pick up the pace. He watched your face, contorted with pleasure and longing, before leaning down to kiss your neck, “Be a good girl and beg for me,” he whispered in your ear.
He continued his torture for a few minutes until you couldn’t take it anymore and whimpered out, “Barto, please… please fuck me.” He looked at you suspiciously, before you breathed another desperate and whiny, “Pleaseeee!” Which was met with an immediate, “Good girl,” before he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and gently moved some hair out of your face.
What makes the one to shake you down?
He gradually increased his pace, each time eliciting a new moan from both of you. You wrapped your legs around him as he did, needing to feel him as deep as you could. He picked up the pace until the only sounds in the room were the slapping together of skin, and the accompanying moans from both of you.
Each touch belongs to each new sound
His pace was steady and even, but almost inhuman in speed. The sex was far better than anything you’d ever experienced before, and you had already cum twice, each orgasm better than the last. Looking into his eyes you swore you saw more beast than man, and with the way he was ravaging your body, you believed it. He noticed your mind was wandering but he quickly brought you back to reality as his fangs clamped over your neck.
A shiver ran up your spine before he pulled his mouth from your neck to smile at you, his fangs red with your blood. His hot breath caressed your ear as he whispered, “Mhmm yeah baby, taking me so good,” while somehow increasing the force of his thrusts. Your hands were tangled in his hair as you tried to choke out any string of words but the only thing that left your mouth were incomprehensible moans of pleasure.
He laughed softly in your ear before continuing, “Sorry sweetness that’s not good enough… I need to know how much you love my cock, need to hear you say it,” before moving his lips back to your skin. You stammered for a moment before focusing enough to reply, “Mhmmm, love your cock so much, Barto. Feels so good I-hngg I can’t stop cumming,” you cry out, pressing yourself further against him.
Say now you want to shake me too
He sat back up and you watched as his face swelled with pride, followed by his eyes rolling back with satisfaction. Noticing his pleasure, you decided to praise him some more. “Ah-fuck, feels so good, mhmm such a good boy,” you teased as your hands traced between his pecs and abs. His eyelids fluttered at the compliment, and he shook his head to regain his focus.
“Oh yeahhh, fucking me so good, that’s my good boy,” you said between moans, before biting your bottom lip and looking up at him innocently. You could practically see his eyes become heart-shaped as he continued to ram into you relentlessly.
You opened your mouth to throw more words of praise at him, but before you could speak, his large hand grabbed hold of your chin. He held your head in place as he moved down to allow his face to hover above yours.
Move down to me
You could feel the restraint in his voice as he spoke, “Now sugar, keep talking like that and I’m gonna finish before you get to cum for a third time, and we wouldn’t want that now would we?”
With a whimper, a small pout, and pleading eyes you softly shook your head no. “That’s my good girl, you gonna cum for me one more time?” He asked as he sat back up and began to thrust inside of you once more.
You were already close so it only took a few thrusts before you were gasping for air and screaming, “I’m gonna- hnnngh, Captain! I’m gonna cum!” You watched his eyes become wide after you called him “Captain” and realized he was quickly approaching his release.
“Mhmmm yeah, oh fuck, Barto!” You cried out, feeling your final orgasm rock throughout your entire body, and he followed close behind. He continued to ram into you desperately as you both rode your highs together. Eventually his hips stuttered to a halt and you were finally able to catch your breath.
Slip into you
After he pulled out of you, he took your hand and guided you to the bathroom. Your knees were still shaky so he sat you gently on the counter before he got rid of the condom. He grabbed a warm, wet rag and began wiping your body down, gently cleaning the bite marks and hickies he left scattered over your flesh. Once you were clean and had regained your balance, you did the same for him. After you both washed up, you went back to the bedroom and began collecting your clothes from the floor to get dressed again.
“Leaving so soon?” He asked, stepping back into his boxers. “Well, I figured you’d want to get back to the party,” you stammered as you slid your panties back on. He hugged you from behind and you continued, “Or at least that you’d want to get some sleep.” He smiled and kissed your temple before responding, “And kick a pretty little thing like you out? I’m stupid but I’m not an idiot,” he chuckled out, forcing a giggle from your lips. “We should get some sleep though,” he agreed as he sat on the bed and threw his shirt at you to put on.
After you put on his shirt he pulled you into bed next to him and curled his large figure around yours. “You’re something special, Newbie, I think I could get used to you,” he mumbled, holding you close against his warm chest. You smiled to yourself and curled against him as you both drifted softly to sleep.
