How did you get here? The last thing you remembered was drinks at Satoru's penthouse with Toji, then talking which led to touching. Now you were bent over on the couch in Satoru's living room, your back arched.
Satoru stood in front of you, grinning as he looked down at you. His cock already out, dripping with precum. It was so long and pretty you felt yourself getting even more wet. Toji was behind you, his thick cock heavy against your ass.
"Aww, look at her, our cute princess." Satoru cooed, tilting your chin up with his fingers. His eyes sparkled with mischief. "All bent over and dripping for us. You're so eager aren't ya?"
You nodded desperately, face burning red. You were too drunk to even care enough. You wanted them—they knew it. "Please."
Upon hearing you beg so sweetly, Toji doesn't waste any more time. He grabbed your hips roughly and shoved his fat cock into your soaked cunt in one brutal thrust. You gasped, eyes widening at the intense stretch.
"Fuuuck—so tight," he grunted, sinking all the way inside. At the same time, Satoru took advantage of your parted lips, pushing his cock past your lips and straight into your mouth.
"Mmmph—!" you moaned around his length as both men filled you at once.
They started moving, setting a punishing synced pace. Toji fucked your cunt with deep strokes from while Satoru slid his cock in and out of your throat. His hand found your hair, gripping it as he uses your throat as he saw fit.
"Shit, this pussy is gripping me so fucking tight," Toji grunted, slamming into you harder. "Greedy little thing aren't ya?"
Satoru groans, smirking down at your teary eyes as he fucked your mouth. "Mmm shit, she's taking me so well. So cute when you're stuffed from both sides."
Your eyes rolled back as they used you to how they saw fit. Your cunt weeping around Toji desperately. The wet sounds of Toji's cock pounding your cunt mixed with the obscene gagging noises coming from your throat filled the penthouse—turning you on even more.
You pulled off Gojo's cock for a second, gasping and whimpering. "Hah...Toji you're so deep—!"
Toji slapped your ass. "Yeah? Good. This cunt was made for my cock."
Satoru laughed breathily and shoved back into your mouth. "Don't forget about me, princess. Suck it while Toji wrecks that pussy."
They both picked up speed. Toji was ruthless behind you as Satoru dominated your mouth completely. He pulls out for a second, giving you a moment to breathe.
"Mgh..'can't I'm gonna cum." you cried out, voice hoarse.
"Already? Cute. Cum on Toji's cock then, baby. Let him feel how much you love his cock in you."
"Shit man—she's sucking me in. Atta girl."
Your orgasm hit hard. Your cunt clenching around Toji's cock as you moaned around Satoru's length. Your eyes rolled back, hot white pleasure filling you.
"Fuck—you're milking me baby." Toji groaned in pleasure, his thrusts getting sloppy as he chases his climax.
Satoru pulled out of your mouth and stroked his cock, watching your face with a smug smile. "Such a good girl. Look at you creaming all over his cock."
Toji buried himself inside you completely and came with a grunt, flooding your cunt with thick ropes of cum. "Open up baby." Satoru whimpers, following right after as you parted your lips, sticking your tongue out. His load drips over your face and tongue as Toji pulls out of you, watching the mess you both made.
Satoru leaned down with a smirk and wiped some cum from your lip. "Time for me to use your cute little cunt princess."
Toji just smirked and gave your ass a firm slap. "You heard the man baby, time to switch."
Pornstar!Simon who’s been told he can’t fuck you anymore because the way you sound when he’s inside you makes every other costar you’ve had in the past look bad.
The Director pulling him aside with the footage still looping on the monitor, voice low, telling him it was obvious your moans dripping out wet and broken were real in a way you’ve never given the cameras before, obvious now that every gasp and whimper you’d faked with the others was thin and breathy and hollow compared to this and your former costars were bound to complain.
Said it made the lads before him look like they couldn’t even get you properly wet, let alone fuck the sense out of you. Said pairing you with Ghost again was asking for trouble. Too risky. Too fuckin’ real.
Swinging the monitor around to show Ghost the way he had angled his hips so the camera caught his cock stretching your silky cunt half an hour before, thick enough that your walls flutter around him without any acting, slick spilling out around the base every time he bottomed out.
Your fingers scrabbling along the bed every time he ground himself down, too fucked out to really run from the pleasure the way you wanted to, body shaking brain reduced to static goo.
You having a hard time remembering the scripted words you were given, eyes rolling in your sockets, little whimpers and moans punched out “hn-hn-hn-“ every time his hips met yours and the head of his cock kissed your cervix.
Ghost cooing down at you when you miss your cue for the third time, hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other kept your thigh shoved wide, voiced amused when he asks “wha’s amatter? Cat got your tongue, dove?”
Ruined any possibility of you answering when he fucked you deep, making your cunt visibly pulse around him on the monitor, arousal drooling down his balls.
You tried. You really did. You mouth opened, some broken attempt at the first word, but it dissolved into another punched out moan the second he angled just right, letting the camera see the way your eyes rolled in their sockets.
His thumb stroking once over your clit, almost gentle, almost fond. “Tha’s it,” he murmured, “take it. Fuckin’ take it.”
Another missed cue. Another low, rough chuckle. He didn’t really give you room to think. Just kept you pinned and full and dripping while the cameras roled and the script stayed forgotten on the floor somewhere behind the lights.
The director was still talking but Ghost wasn’t listening, instead, just reached over and rewound the tape instead. Watched the part where you tried to speak again. Watched the way your body gave out for him and only him. Watched his own hand on the screen, thumb stroking your clit.
He hit play once more. Let it loop. Thumb hovering over the button, already deciding he didn’t give a fuck what the director had to say about it, he was gonna fuck you again no matter what.
the fact that we only have “herculean task” and “sisyphean task” feels so limiting. so here’s a few more tasks for your repertoire
icarian task: when you have a task you know you’re going to fail at anyways, so why not have some fun with it before it all comes crashing down
cassandrean task: when you have to deal with people you KNOW won’t listen to you, despite having accurate information, and having to watch them fumble about when you told them the solution from the start (most often witnessed in customer service)
feel free to chime in i ran out of ideas much faster than i anticipated
Promethean task: opposite of a Cassandraean task. You have the right information, and SOMEONE has to share it. But it's all in the delivery and if you're the person to identify the problem you WILL be hated forever.
Oedipal Task: (1) Attempting to avoid an unspeakably awful outcome and in doing so creating the circumstances that will bring it about.
(2) Trying to solve an problem and discovering that you are in fact the problem you are trying to solve.
damoclean task: the thing you've been putting off long enough that it becomes a constantly hanging doom over your head
pyrrhic task: you can get it done but it's going to cost you
medean task: you can get it done and you don't care what it costs you
dionysian task: task that might not be -better- if you do it drunk, but -will- definitely be more fun
hegelochic task: it was a simple job, but your name will be recorded in the annals of history for how impressively you fucked it up
task of theseus: a project for which the parameters have changed so many times that you're not sure it IS still the same task
gordian task: ok technically there Is a Right Way to do this but it's going to be fiddly and awful and take forever and what if. what if you just said fuck it. and started slicing
SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY ☆ MASTERLIST (nsfw content: potential dark themes!)
—general simon riley
simon riley who fucks you as tears roll down your face because you're on your period and your cramps are hurting too much (nsfw)
simon riley who let's you wear whatever you want because everyone else only gets to look. he gets to be the one to take you home and fuck you until nothing but his name falls from your pretty, pink, puffy lips (nsfw)
simon riley with midsized!reader (nsfw)
simon riley who loves your glasses a little too much (nsfw)
listening to simon riley talk for hours about his silly little interests (nsfw)
simon riley, who after a long day, just wants to bury his face into the fatty flesh of your stomach
christmas with simon riley
size difference with simon riley (nsfw)
how simon riley would treat you when you're sad
riding simon riley's face (nsfw)
soft sex with simon riley (nsfw)
how simon riley takes care of you on your period
simon riley indulging your darker kinks (nsfw)
69 with simon riley (nsfw)
—piercer simon riley
you go to get your clit pierced and simon riley's your piercer (nsfw)
piercer!simon riley who holds you to the promise of dinner as compensation for the free clit piercing (nsfw)
piercer!simon riley when your piercing has finally healed (nsfw)
—roommate simon riley
roommate!simon riley when your vibrator dies before you can finish, and he offers to relieve that tension (nsfw)
roommate!simon riley who's weirdly possessive of you, especially when you bring around company (nsfw)
—boyfriend simon riley
boyfriend!simon riley who's very attentive to everything about you (nsfw)
during a particularly bad thunderstorm which causes boyfriend!simon riley to be on edge, what better way to calm him than between your thighs? (nsfw)
boyfriend!simon riley when you're mad at him (nsfw)
boyfriend!simon riley and his american!bimbo(ish)!reader (nsfw)
boyfriend!simon riley who loves eating you out any chance he gets (nsfw)
insomniac!reader and i'll stay up with you until you fall asleep!boyfriend!simon riley
—husband simon riley
husband!simon riley follows you around like a lost dog 24/7
simon riley and his obsession with showering with you (nsfw)
halloween costumes with husband!simon riley
husband!simon riley who backs his wife's rights and wrongs (nsfw)
—blue collar/cowboy simon riley
cowboy!simon riley and city girl!reader when your car breaks down on the side of the road in the countryside (nsfw)
blue collar or cowboy!simon riley who would fuck you in the bed of his truck (nsfw)
—best friend's brother/brother's best friend simon riley
best friend's brother!simon riley who has taken a secret liking to you makes it not so secret anymore (nsfw)
best friend's brother!simon riley who can't stop thinking of the way you tasted on his lips the night he pulled you into his room. (nsfw)
—neighbor simon riley
new neighbor!simon riley whom you bring cookies to as a way to welcome him to the neighborhood, so naturally he has to pay you back, right? (nsfw)
—older boyfriend simon riley
older boyfriend!simon riley with inexperienced!reader (nsfw)
—loser simon riley
loser!simon riley getting caught with your underwear hidden in his dorm room (nsfw)
giving in to loser!simon riley (nsfw)
overstimulating loser!simon riley (nsfw)
—professor simon riley
professor!simon riley ruining his goody-two shoes student (nsfw)
—kidnapper simon riley
kidnapper!simon riley when you warm up to him (nsfw)
—butcher simon riley
your strange relationship with butcher!simon riley (nsfw)
This is true of the manga, but I love how the anime accentuates the absolute physical trust the apprentices have with Qifrey. Specifically with Agott, the way she is so ready when Qifrey says “hang on tight, I need my hands free” to cling to him a mile into the sky, and then in the latest episode, how, as soon as she impacts Qifrey while flying to him, she makes no move to save herself, she just curls into him and trusts that he will keep them from falling.
And I think it works as a signal to the audience, to subtly go “hey, I know we don’t trust Qifrey right now, he’s being shady, but we can always trust him to protect the physical wellbeing of his kids. Remember that.” Idk man maybe I’m getting too attached to a teeny detail but aaaaaaghhhh that’s her dad.
Qifrey and s/o who is like a motherly figure to the girls...can't get it out of my head ofmosma it would make such a cute oneshot/hc like this whole found family thing is just <3
Oh that's so cute. ☺ And i agree. This really is <3
Quiffrey x gn!s/o, who is motherly
Warnings: other than the fact that I use "motherly" descriptively, it's genderneutral
You, Oruggio and his Apprentices are like his little family
You and Quiffrey obviously being the parents of the kids
(Oruggio is the grumpy uncle)
He has literal heart eyes whenever he sees you being "motherly"
Whether you are cooking whilst looking after the girls
Or helping them study
Or reading them stories
He is so in love with you
Honestly, sometimes he just sits on a bed to watch you tidy up whilst you curse him for just sitting there and doing nothing, except maybe annoy you
Don't get him wrong, he would never make you do all the chores
He would hate it, if you would even do the majority of them
But he loves the domesticity of it all
You, looking after those, who are practically his kids at this point
Instant heart eyes
He also loves hugging you from behind and swaying with you as you stir food
Nuzzling into your neck
(He loves doing that)
He also loves it when you take care of him
He doesn't always remember that his well-being is as important as yours or the others'
So whenever you gently scold him
Or lighlty hit his head whenever he forgets
Or during his more vulnerable moments
The way you cradle him against your body
He loves you so, so much
And sometimes he might even think he doesn't deserve you, but he does!
Also, shoutout to @wooceanic becuase she requested, and i got inspired ;P
The first time you realized Simon was actually making love to you was after your first big fight, when you had given him the silent treatment for almost two days.
You didn't live with him then, so you tried to ingore his texts and calls, simply choosing to rot at work until the dead of night just to keep your brain from obsessing over him.
Oh, but how naive you were to think you could escape him, or that he could last a day without seeing you.
He still had a key to your place just in case, a fact you totally forgot about until you walked in and found him waiting on your couch like a lovesick puppy, with an order from your favorite Chinese restaurant.
You really had him completely wrapped around your finger, you realized, smiling to yourself.
By the time he actually started begging for forgiveness, you were too far gone to remember why you were even pissed.
He had you down bad, too. So dumb of you to think otherwise.
Your bodies moved in sync and with the way his hips rolled with every drive, sinking deeper with every movement he gave you, you simply forgot your own name.
He had your legs spread wide, bent almost to your shoulders, creating that sharp, sweet tingle in your belly every time he slammed into your sweet spot. And oh god, that fucker knew exactly how to hit it perfectly.
Every. Damn. Time.
He did that thing where he would curve his hips up and hold there for a moment, whispering into your ear, "It's right there, huh? I found it again." His head was buried in your neck, and the pathetic, desperate whimpers he let out after he felt how wet and warm you were, filled with his cum, made you clench your pussy around him even more, turning him into an animal obsessed with dragging every last orgasm out of you.
Then it hit you. That this time was different.
Usually, sex with him was hard and rushed. It wasn't bad, but this? Yeah, it was something else.
He never whimpered like that. He was taking his time, watching every twitch of your body, caressing you slowly until you fell apart again and again, and it was so fucking hot seeing him like that.
He practically begged for your forgiveness by fucking you slow and deep into the mattress.
"Si, look at me," you managed to gasp between moans, yanking at his messy blonde hair until his eyes met yours.
"You feel so good, love," he whimpered while looking into your half opened, glazed eyes, his pace growing slower. His hand was on your breast, squeezing and rubbing your nipple between his fingers. "Will you forgive me, and let me cum inside again?"
"If you keep fucking me like this I might."
His hips stilled, but his cock remained buried deep inside while he started grinding slowly, so you could feel every inch, every vein, and that delicious curve of his cock pulsing inside you. Almost as if he wanted to prove how good he was for you.
"Please, love, forgive me." He hooked your thigh around his shoulder, fingers digging into your skin and already leaving red marks.
"Fuck, let me just fill you up, pretty girl," he groaned into your ear while gently nibbling your lobe.
You gasped, eyes rolling back, but you could not care less because you felt so incredible. You dug your nails into his bare back, tracing lines along his muscles and scars. They moved along with him, and you smiled, feeling the goosebumps erupt on his skin.
"God, you're going to make me cum if you don't stop, Si." You bit into his swollen from kissing lips drawing a little bit of blood, the pleasure forced its way down your body. You tugged harder seeing how he wanted to hide in your neck already, his eyes were completely lost, and it made you clench around him. Usually, you were the one who struggled with eye contact.
"Yeah? - thrust - You're gonna cum again? - another thrust, this time he reached for your puffy clit. You felt his thumb rubbing delicate circles, not to overstimulate you - You can cum - thrust that pulled the filthiest and loudest moan out of you - as much as you need, baby. I've got you."
"Oh god, Simon, I'm..."
"I know. Fuck yeah, cum on my cock, sweet thing. Please, cum on me, I'm begging you." He whimpered.
Since then, everything changed. He would make love to you on every occasion, simply because being that close and intimate with you became addictive in a way. Fuck it, he just loved it. After all, he felt like your relationship was turning into something serious, so it was only fair to care for your needs in every possible way. God, he loved giving it to you. Just looking at you in the bathroom brushing your teeth wearing nothing but his shirt made his cock go rock hard, and hearing your pretty moans and sighs was a different story entirely.
Yeah, he was obsessed with making love with you.
Well, and shame on you it took such a small effort for him to bribe you...
»You think I wouldn't notice?« Nagi mutters, voice low, dark, and dangerous as you squirm beneath him.
Your entire body is electric. Sweat beads on your forehead, tears cling to the corners of your eyes, every nerve on fire, your skin tingling with the sheer ache of need.
»Mmhh—Nagi, please!« you moan, throat raw from the sounds he's already dragged out of you. Your voice trembles, trembling between desperation and the sharp bite of pleasure.
His hand doesn't stop. It circles your clit with maddening precision, two fingers plunging deep inside, scissoring roughly as your hips twitch and writhe helplessly against his palm.
» Please what, huh?« he snaps, sharp, coated with anger and lust. »You really thought I wouldn't notice you trying to make me jealous?«
His fingers move faster now — no caution, no mercy, no gentleness. They pump into your pussy hard, relentless, each thrust leaving a sting that twists into fire and desire. It's sweet, sharp, aching, and you can't help the moan that escapes despite your best efforts to hold it back.
» Fuck—Nagi!« your head falls back, neck arching on its own, thighs clamping instinctively as if you could hold him there.
But Nagi shoves an arm between them, forcing your legs apart, keeping you exposed, trembling, open for him alone.
» You wish it was that other guy doing this to you, huh?« he growls, eyes blazing as they lock onto your flushed, glossy face, lips parted, eyes wide and needy.
» Ahhh!« you cry, voice breaking, helpless and high-pitched.
» Answer,« he demands, ripping his fingers out of you, leaving that hollow ache behind, empty and burning.
You whimper at the loss, but Nagi's already fumbling with his belt, tearing it open and yanking his jeans and boxers down in one sharp, impatient motion. His hands grip your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed, your body flat and helpless beneath him.
» Say it, «he repeats — then thrusts into you without warning, cock splitting you open, stretching you wide in one brutal, all-consuming stroke.
» Aahhh—Nagi!« you scream, sharp, broken, the sweet sting of his cock driving through you and setting your whole body alight. Your eyes flutter back, head lolling against the mattress.
» Use your words, or I can't understand you,« he grits, hips snapping hard, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, echoing, filthy, relentless.
» N-No!« you gasp, heat coiling fast between your legs, muscles tightening around him instinctively.
» What?« he pants, voice ragged, breathing uneven. » I can't hear you.«
Sweat glistens on his temple, strands of white hair clinging to damp skin. Veins stand out along his forearms as he pounds into you, deep, relentless, claiming every inch of you with brutal precision.
He grips your hips, spinning you onto your stomach effortlessly, forcing your ass up for him.
The sharp crack of his hand against your cheek rings out, pain blooming, sweet and brutal, making you clamp down on his cock reflexively.
Tears stick to your lashes as you moan, a ruined, helpless wreck beneath him, chest pressed to the mattress, body slack but trembling violently.
» N-No!« you cry louder, voice breaking, and Nagi laughs — dark, cruel, predatory.
»I hope you know who you belong to,« he growls, nails digging into your hips, holding you exactly where he wants you as he fucks you harder, faster, more possessively than before.
» Mmmhh!« you sob, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, eyes squeezed shut, body quivering violently, shaking under his control.
» Only you,« you whisper, words spilling like surrender, heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly until it's unbearable, electric, full of ache and longing.
» Nagi, I—!« you choke out, muscles seizing, body wound tight like a bow straining to snap.
» Shit,« he hisses through clenched teeth, hips slamming harder, cock driving deep, harder, faster. » Your little pussy is so fucking tight around my dick.«
He shifts his rhythm — faster, meaner, rougher — driving into you with enough force to make the bedframe groan, skin slapping skin.
» God, so fucking tight,« he mutters, eyes locked on your trembling ass and the way your pussy swallows him greedily. One cheek is red from his hand, wet sounds rising in the air, obscene, heavy, dripping with need.
You gasp for air, chest heaving, every nerve ignited, muscles tensed beyond control, until—
» God, Nagi—I'm coming!« you scream, the wave tearing through you, shaking your whole body as your pussy clamps and squeezes around his cock, dragging a sob from your throat.
» Fuck!« Nagi groans, body jerking, senses overwhelmed as he feels you milking him inside you. He doesn't slow, doesn't ease up — keeps pounding, fucking you through your orgasm with the same brutal, unyielding pace.
»G—god, Nagi!« your hands claw at the sheets, nails digging in, mouth parted, drool slipping down your chin, eyes glazed and unfocused, moans ragged and broken.
»I can't—« you whisper, body overstimulated, nerves strung tight like bowstrings, trembling uncontrollably.
»You'll take it,« Nagi growls, voice low, feral, absolute. »You take me so fucking perfectly, like a good slut.«
His words rough, possessive, dragging another moan from your throat that you didn't know you still had left.
» Your pussy's so fucking wet for me,« he mutters, half to himself, hips rolling, cock buried deep, claiming you, stretching you wide.
You twitch, shaking, every nerve overfired, every sensation sharp and unbearable. Your thighs quake, your legs threaten to collapse.
»Nagi, please!« you beg, voice cracking, thighs trembling, but he only tightens his grip on your hips, keeping you up, keeping you open, forcing you to take him fully.
»Fuck—I'm gonna cum in you, yeah?« he pants, hips stuttering, cock twitching, deep inside your tight, wet heat. »You've been a little whore tonight, trying to piss me off.«
His thrusts get sloppy, desperate, rough, full of hunger and ownership.
» Fuck—hope you know who you belong to, «he mutters again.
Then the final wave hits — one last brutal climax. Your body convulses violently, stronger and harder than before, every nerve alight, every muscle quivering, pussy clamping around him, orgasm shredding through your system.
Nagi groans, low, guttural, body shaking as he spills inside you, hot, thick, filling you to the brim, pulsing deep into your clenching pussy, hips jerking through aftershocks, cock twitching violently.
Finally, he releases his hold on your hips, and you collapse forward, face-first into the mattress, trembling, ruined, dripping, spent, utterly his.
You lie there, chest heaving, sweat dripping down, limbs heavy and weak, every inch of you buzzing from overstimulation. Nagi leans over you briefly, catching his breath, lips brushing your hair, fingers tracing down your spine before relaxing beside you.
The room is quiet now except for the ragged sound of your breathing, the slick, wet sheen on your skin, and the faint hum of the world outside. Your body still shivers, overstimulated and aching, each nerve alive with what just happened.
Nagi smirks faintly, watching you squirm slightly in your aftershocks, then tugs his jeans back up with casual impatience. His eyes find yours again — sharp, possessive, claiming — and you taste the heat in his gaze like a promise, like a warning that you're not done being his.
you swore it was just a dare. that this was supposed to be a joke, something to laugh about with your friends. but when the campus loser had you pinned to the sheets under him — his ridiculously huge cock grinding against all the right spots — it was getting harder and harder to remember how you ended up here in the first place.
each thrust felt like it was stripping away every ounce of control that you desperately tried to cling onto, unraveling you further when his pelvis met the curve of your ass.
“oh—fuck!” you cried, gripping onto the sheets helplessly. the sight of him hovering above you was almost unreal, caged in between his arms. this was the loser you got dared to sleep with? his cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink, sweat beading on his temples before falling onto your skin. his hands were wrapped around your waist perfectly, holding you in place while he mercilessly drove into you. “you sure this—nngh—is your first time?” every word you managed to get out took effort, coming out in between choked cries and whines.
“mmm, does it look otherwise?” he rasped, his breath ghosting your collarbone before biting down on your skin. “you’re shaking so much.. wasn’t expecting a loser like me to be this good? good thing you decided to come see for yourself, hm?”
you could hear the faint cockiness dripping from his tone, unbothered and apathetic as he filled you up with languid strokes, leaving you clinging onto his shoulders. it was almost humiliating how effortless it was for him to completely ruin you, submitting to him fully and abandoning your pride. fuck this loser shit. no one’s held you like this before, no one’s fucked you like this before. “you know.. people call you a loser.” you said in between gasps, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.
“haah—does it matter?” groaning into your skin, he melted into your warmth, the brutal rhythm turning into something that bordered on intimate. “not anymore.” you shook your head. “i’m starting to want to keep you to myself.”
“you sure you won’t get bored of a loser like me?” he asked, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. “i don’t come with much, just saying.”
“does it matter?” echoing his words, you pulled him in for a kiss with your legs wrapped tight around his waist. “if i want something i must have it. and in this case.. i want you.”
his gaze lingered on yours, looking closely. unyielding. like he didn’t want to look away, like he was looking for the slightest bit of hesitation — a sign of deceit. but there was none. gone was the lie — the trap he knowingly walked into — unarmed the moment he held you in his arms.
“sure. you can use me, play with me, tell your friends whatever you want..” he murmured, hot breath hitting your ears. “but next time, don’t wait for a dare.”
