CHRISTMAS MAGIC - On a snow-covered weekend in Hogsmeade, you and your friend group set aside the usual tension and trade it for laughter, hot chocolate, and a completely chaotic snowball fight. Pansy is being anything but subtle about her feelings for Draco, Theo and Blaise are arguing like it is their favourite sport, and Enzo has more energy than the rest of you combined. It feels like just another winter trip, loud and a little ridiculous in the best way. Then the night shifts without anyone quite noticing. Lanterns float gently above the streets, tall Christmas trees glow in the dark, and everything seems softer somehow. In the middle of it all, Mattheo Riddle pulls you close and makes the cold feel distant. Winter might be freezing, but being wrapped up in him and surrounded by this messy little found family feels like the safest, warmest kind of magic.
POST BREAK-UP PARTY - At a crowded, slytherin party, Y/n is shaken when she spots her ex, Mattheo Riddle, across the room, their unresolved breakup still raw. Overwhelmed, she escapes to the balcony for air, but Mattheo follows, and a tense, vulnerable conversation unfolds. They admit how much the breakup hurt, that they both were at fault, and that they still love and miss each other, even though he fears hurting her again.Â
DONâT GET US CAUGHTÂ - Y/N Berkshire is stretched out on one of the common room sofas when her twin brother Enzo walks in, Mattheo Riddle right behind him. She keeps her expression carefully neutral, even though her heart gives her away for a second. No one knows she and Mattheo are together. That part is still theirs. Enzo barely stays long, already talking about heading out for a smoke with Draco. The moment he disappears through the portrait hole, Mattheo doesnât follow. He lingers instead, hanging back in the quiet common room, his attention settling on her in a way that feels anything but casual.
She's not me - She's Not Me II
By: @cipheress-to-k-pop
family lines (series) full masterlist - Curly brown hair? Brown eyes? You must be a Riddle.
party on you, part of you knew - Mattheo had been losing his belongings, forgetting things, and feeling uneasy about that random girl who was always staring at him. His solution? Blame Theodore. It's always that damn astronomy tower.
lost in translation - Mattheo Riddle has never confessed to anyone, which is why his first attempt went so badly
beauty and the beast - Mattheo Riddle, the infamous heartbreaker, gets his heart broken.
By: @sabxynsweet
bitchy!reader gets mad at mattheo
mattheo riddle x sweetheart!reader (masterlist)
By: @lotusnleaves
HEAVY LIFTING - Boxer!Mattheo who takes it as a personal challange everytime you question how strong he really is.
HOT BLOODED! - Boxer! Mattheo who doesn't take disrespect lightly especially not when it's towards his Girlfriend
By: @sadnymi
No one noticed
I love you, Iâm sorry.
Shakespeare - Your obsession with Shakespeare is driving mattheo insane. And now he found himself jealous of fictional characters and a long-dead playwright.
Is somebody gonna match my freak? - whoâs gonna match your freak ? Mattheo would , p.s( Draco playing Cupid and your biggest fan)
By: @redeemingvillains
dove - fed up with the way the slytherin boys create chaos without consequence, someone seeks to bring them down a notch by going after the one thing their strongest loves most: you.
riddle's girl - mattheo hasâŠfeelings about you wearing his quidditch jersey.
slightly jealous & possessive mattheo
veritaserum - when mattheo drinks veritaserum on a bet, he's confident he doesn't have anything to hide... until you show up.
the playlist - enzo overhears something about you he shouldn't have and when he tells his friends, all hell breaks loose
the mixup - one of the house elves makes a mistake with the laundry. or, the time you left four friends speechless and your best friend drooling.
By: @riddlesrizzler
Hearts and Initials - You hadn't meant for him to see it...
Manchild - But one day, when he forgets to show up-again-I hope you remember who did.
Pride and Prejudice - You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, love, love you.
The World Ended When it Happened to Me
The Only Exception - That awful realization, day by day, moment by moment, that she was the exception. To everything.
Snickerdoodles
Curled Up in Jealousy - Mattheoâs curls are the source of your envy
Cupcake Kisses - your new lip gloss has sent mattheo into a frenzy.
By: @serpentkissess
Little Minx - reader & mattheo bullying pansy when she starts talking about you a bit too loudly.
mattheo & his yapper gf
Silly muggle trend.
By: @rafesslxt
WRONG TIE - y/n noticed a little too late what tie she is wearing.. explains the dirty looks her house gave her
reading - mattheo finally getâs to see what youâre really reading
Love Potion - y/n thought she would smell something different while making Amortentia
Lollipop - Mattheo always carryâs around something sweet for you
Blushy - mattheo teases Hufflepuff gf in front of friends because he knows she gets shy and 'blushy'
By: @wordsarelife
this love - mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend
endgame - mattheo is absolutely in love with you, but now it seems like he spent a bit too long not telling you that
so it goes - youâve always thought mattheo riddle was infuriating, until suddenly everything between you changes. between various almost kisses, whispered confessions, and years of tension finally snapping, you realize heâs always wanted you. but falling for him? that was never part of your plan, but now, youâre his to keep and his to lose.
By: @cuntrygirlcallista
you need him? i could be him
sweetest sin
by: @kissrot
ð¡ðšð° ððš ð ðð ððð®ð ð¡ð ððð - your brother harry throws off the invisibility cloak mid-prank only to catch you making out with mattheo riddle. rebloged
ð ððŠ: ð¬ðšðð. ð:ðð: ðð®ð¥ð¥ð¢ðð - theo learns the hard way that the only thing worse than a clingy couple is being roommates with them. Rebloged
ðððð ð§ð¢ð ð¡ð? ð§ðšðð ðªð®ð¢ðð - you wanted dessert and a kiss; you got theoâs quidditch monologue and a new tag team against your own boyfriend. Rebloged
By: @girllblogging777
ðŽð¹ððžð ðð»ðž ðððð ð - you canât find your boyfriend after an argument, and the castle is surrounded by dementors
ð»ðžðŽð ðð ð ðžð¶ð¿ðŽðŒððžð· - mattheoâs jealousy causes an argument, but both find yourself comforting eachother
ÊáŽáŽáŽ ÊáŽÊê°ÊɪáŽÉŽáŽ ê± 'ÉŽ Êɪɢ ÊáŽÊɪáŽê±âŠ - All your focus is on your DC scrapbook, and your boyfriend demands attention.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE. - It's your birthday, but Mattheo is nowhere in sight.
By: @my-hearts-kickdrum-type-beat
Like real people do - Your boyfriend didn't know what love was until you. Not passion, not admiration... not guilt. When he heard you split your precious knuckles over him, he ran to his love.
Obedience - Your boyfriend loves you. His friends think he worships you. You're alright with both interpretations.
by: @govnder
TEAR YOU APART. - mattheo riddle realizes that he is not above the obsession that runs through the riddle family's blood.
nightwing!mattheo x starfire!reader.
By: @anawritez-posts
ððð¬ð¬ðð ðð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð ðð«ðšð§ð ðð¢ð«ð¥: - A drunk hits you at Three Broomsticks and Matteo shows them they messed with the wrong girl. - Inspired from a scene in Veronica Mars.
ðð§ððŠð²ð¬ ðð¡ðð«ðŠ - Y/N accidentally blurts out that she thought Matteo was hot, he pauses the duel to flirt with her.
ððð¥ð¥ ðð, ððð²ðð? - Y/N decides to test Mattheo Riddle's dedication during Quidditch practice by calling him, expecting to leave a voicemail. To her surprise, he answers on the first ring, pausing his training just to talk to her, proving that for him, she always comes first.
ððð ðð¡ðð ððšð§ ðð¢ð¬ ðððð«ð - Mattheo Riddle wins a Quidditch match, he makes a bet with Y/N that sheâll wear his jersey to the next game. But when she hides it under a sweater, Mattheoâs determination to show her how much he cares leads to a public, heartwarming moment that leaves everyone cheering.
Are you ladies alright? - Where Mattheo certainly didn't expect you, of all people, to open the door. By: @allurearia
Confessions of a best friend - Two oblivious idiot best friends confessing their love for one another after an incident at a party. by: @voidangxls
drink away by: @malfoyscoffee
do i wanna know, hozier cover. - sometimes, pansy knows exactly how to bring couples together. when mattheo, known for his grumpy mood, finds himself growing closer to a quiet, introspective girl, he must come to terms with feelings he never expected to have. by: @riddleriddles
Eyes on the Quaffle, Riddle by: @iris-qt
Like you love me - you catch your boyfriend looking at you from across the room⊠by: @adiraargent
Switching ties - It happened with two ties, one red and gold and the other green and silver. It only took one mistake for all of Hogwarts to find out. by: @wbellab
tease - mattheo asks you to be his valentines by: @lov3notts
my lifeline - in which youâre his only purpose in life by: @cutielando
No title - Mattheo hates being touched, and he especially hates being patched up after games. But what can he do when you insist? by: @ixve-fool
Cheerleader By: @aur0ral1ghts
Shame(less) - y/n feels ashamed for cheating on her boyfriend with Mattheo, but the same couldnât be said fo the dark haired boy. By: @lenaswritingandstuff
Only One By: @darkacademicvibes
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE - mattheo is your slightly toxic, slightly unhinged, but absolutely adoring and completely obsessed boyfriend. By: @writingsbychlo
i put a spell on you By: @montuak-project
HOW MANY THINGS. - mattheo was never the type to stay where he wasnât wanted; that is, until he met you⊠By: @lushleona
boo, you dropped your drink - mattheo is a scare actor⊠By: @lacedinthestars
102 - in which mattheo is hopelessly in love with you, someone he simply can't have. By: @aravenclawrites
What the Night Allows - Sleepless nights, cold floors, and a boy who shouldnât make you feel safe. What the night allows, daylight would never forgive. By: @riddlemelater
A tender kind of wrong - when the night of the yule ball grew quiet and winter wrapped the world in silver light⊠you ended up facing the one person you werenât ready to see again. The one person you canât seem to stop loving, no matter how wrong it is. By: @nottsnymph
Fumbled - mattheo is hopelessly in love with shygirl!reader and tries desperately to get her to notice him, but fumbles horribly each time he tries. what he doesnât know is that shygirl!reader finds it quite cute. By: @kittyyykittyyykittyyy
tonight, the stars have my lips - going back and forth with logic and emotion, you wonder out onto the terrace of the astronomy tower in search of answers, encountering the source of you stress. By: @innohurrytoshout
bsf!mattheo x reader (fluff) By: @dearggntlereader
Hot Tempered - you had a short fuse, but only when it came to defending your boyfriend of course. By: @prettyyangelll
you were lying on johnâs bed half asleep, your notes laid out in front of you, serving no purpose. you stirred awake to the heavy slam of his bedroom door, johnâs boots thudded across the floor as he barged in, still reeking of the arena, musky cologne, and sweat from hours of drills.
his shoulders stayed locked tight, jaw grinding and tense from that blowup with garrett over the way he was disrespecting everyone, that little confrontation had dragged the whole practice into overtime.
âbaby are you okay? how was practice?â you murmured quietly. you never liked how stressed he would get over practices, especially when they ended up with arguments involving garrett.
he didn't bother with words, just stripped off his gear piece by piece in the bedroom, eyes locked on you with that hungry dark look.
the second he climbed into bed his mouth crashed down on yours, tongue pushing deep in a rough kiss that stole your breath and left your lips swollen.
his hands ripped the blankets aside and peeled away whatever you had on until nothing separated your skin from his. you were laid out pretty and bare for him just the way he liked it.
everyone knew how gentle john logan was with you. always making sure youâre okay, kissing you gently, and speaking to you with the softest tone. but days like these when he was frustrated and missing you, all he wanted to do at the end of the day was fuck you senseless.
john spread your thighs wide and dropped his head straight between them, wasting no time, dragging his tongue in one thick, slow stripe right through your wet folds. you moaned loudly the pleasure flowing through you all at once.
he buried his face there, sucking your clit between his lips with hard pulls while his tongue shoved inside your pussy again and again, lapping up every drop of your essence as it slicked his chin.
at the same time two thick fingers pushed in deep, pumping steady and curling to hit that sensitive spot inside with every thrust.
the pressure built fast, your back bowing off the mattress as the pleasure slammed through you in heavy waves, tears stinging your eyes from how intense it felt. âoh my god!â you barely got out, your body getting hot all over.
he didn't ease up, mouth working your swollen clit nonstop while his fingers stretched and fucked you open, the wet sounds echoing loud in the room as he growled low against your skin.
"this perfect pussy belongs to me," he muttered between licks. "spent the whole practice thinking about burying my tongue in it. take every bit, baby." his tongue flattened and circled your clit slow before sucking it back in, fingers never slowing their deep drive inside you.
your hips rocked up to meet his face without thinking, moans pouring out of you as the heat climbed higher until your vision went blurry from the tears of raw pleasure.
he worked his fingers slowly, hitting your spot every time, having you moaning and arching off the bed, while his mouth stayed glued to your clit, sucking until your legs trembled hard around his head.
when he pulled back, mouth glistening and gaze dark, john lined his thick cock up and drove inside you in one hard thrust, sinking to the base. he started pounding right away, giving you no time as he usually would to adjust.
his hips began snapping forward in sharp, deep strokes that shook the bed frame. the both of you already knew the guys would tease him about this later. logan didnât have it in him to give one fuck, not when you were squeezing him so well.
his hands pinned your wrists above your head, body pressing you flat as he fucked into your pussy without holding back, using every inch of you to work off the anger from practice and the fight with garrett. "you squeeze my cock so perfectly, honey," he growled, voice raspy and filthy as he talked you through it.
"so tight and soaked for me. feel how deep i'm hitting? yeah, take it all, good girl. let me fuck this pussy the way you want it."
you melted into it completely, desperate and lost, kissing him messy between every moan and agreeing to every dirty word he threw at you. "yes, john, harder, please," you gasped against his mouth, body lifting to meet his aggressive rhythm.
"i need it, use me, fuck me just like that." he kept driving into you, dirty talk flowing nonstop. "look at you taking every inch like you were made for it. this pussy feels so good clenching around me. you love when i have a bad practice, cause you know i fuck you well after it, don't you? say it."
your lips found his again in another hungry kiss, tongue sliding against his as you nodded and whispered back, "yes, i love it, don't stop, fill me up."
john let go of your wrists only to grip your hips tight, yanking you down onto his cock with each thrust, the new angle letting him grind deep against your front while he kept talking.
"gonna make you cum all over me. squeeze me tighter, baby. that's my girl, always taking this dick so well."
he shifted one hand between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles while he fucked you even harder, the added pressure pushing you straight to the edge. your nails raked down his back, pulling him closer as you kissed him desperately and agreed to everything between broken sounds. "yes, john, i'm yours, cum inside me, please."
his pace turned rougher, balls slapping against you with every stroke, sweat slicking both your bodies as he used the heat of your cunt to burn through every bit of leftover tension from the long day. "good girl, just like that, cum for me while i fill this pussy up."
the orgasm crashed over you hard, body clamping down around his cock as tears slipped down your cheeks from the intensity, and john followed right after, burying himself deep and pulsing hot inside you with a low groan, hips jerking through the aftershocks while he kept you pinned and kissed you through it all. he looked down at you lovingly, you looked so messy and perfect for him. âmy beautiful girl..â he whispered as he stroked your cheek.
Summary: your poor stuffed animals got a sight they definitely didnât want to see
Warnings: rough sex, spankings, whining, praising, name calling, God play?, choking
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x pastersdaughter!reader
âRafe!â You sobbed as your boyfriend pounded into you at a relentlessly brutal pace. Your parents had gone to dinner and what a perfect excuse for Rafe to stop by.
âYeah? Feel good baby?â Rafe asked as he grabbed your hair. He had you face down in your stuffed animals, as sup in the air. Your nightgown was bunched up around your waist. Rafes cock was brutal.
It was probably brushing your insides by now. The only sounds you could fear was his skin slapping against yours and your lees noises you were making. It felt so good. You didnât care. You were going to care later.
âYes, sirâ You nodded as you bit your lip to try and cover up your moans. You looked to your side and your teddy was watching you. This was terrible and you knew that. You were supposed to be a child of God but you gave it up so easily.
âSuch a tight fuckin pussy babyâ Rafe said as he grabbed a handful of your ass and slapped it. You cried out in pain as you knew there was going to be a bruise in the morning. The pain hurt but it felt so good. âHow would you feel is your daddy walked in huh? Seeing his perfect angel bent over like this?â Rafe said as he grabbed your hair and pulled you back against his chest.
âNo!â You sobbed out as you thought of that. How horrified your dad would be if he saw you like this. Your mom would be so disappointed. But it felt so good you didnât want Rafe to stop. But you were a good girl, this was all so confusing!
âNo, what? You want me to stop?â Rafe asked as he slowed down his pace. The familiar tight feeling in your tummy you knew so well with Rafe was gone. You shook your head as you pushed back into him.
âNo no no no. Please.â You whined as you did your best to push back against his cock. It didnât feel as good as it would have if Rafe was incontrol.
âYou are a naughty girlâ Rafe said with a cocky smile as he slammed back into you. He knew you were way too far gone at this point. And he loved every second of it. Corrupting you like this.
âFeels so good!â You whined as Rafe was not letting you have it easy. You didnât care anymore. His cock was hitting every spot that made your toes curl and shove your ass more in the air. You were a naughty girl at this point.
âWhoâs your God?â Rafe asked as he leaned down in your ear. His cock was shoved so deep inside of your warm cunt that you thought you were seeing stars.
âHuh?â You asked as you didnât even know what the question meant. He had never asked you that before. He grabbed your neck and squeezed lightly. You licked your lips as you felt pure ecstasy.
âI said, whoâs your God?â Rafe said as he slammed into you one final time. Your toes curled as you felt Rafe breathe in your ear ready for an answer. And you knew you were going to give him just that.
âYou! Youâre my Godâ You said and Rafe smiled. That same cocky smirk as he leaned forward and started to pound back into you like it was nothing. You whined out as you shoved your face back in your many pillows.
âThatâs my good girlâ Rafe said as he praised you as he gave your ass a soft smack on your ass.
Summary: You werenât very responsible when it came to spending money
Warning: money problems, Logan cock blocking, sweet Garrett, pure fluff
Pairing: Garrett Graham x bimbo!reader
âAnd look at this oneâ You said proudly as you showed your boyfriend another bikini you had just bought. You smiled as you stood at the end of his bed. You had been waiting since he got home from practice to show him. He has came back with a hoodie and sweatpants. His damp curls were finally growing life.
âI like that one babyâ Garrett said as he said that to the last 3 you showed. You sighed as you threw it down behind you. âWhatâs wrong, pretty?â Garrett said as he noticed your pouty face.
âYou said that about the last one I showed youâ You said as you climbed up at the bed and laid down beside him. You did have a problem with spending money. But it was your money anywayâŠyou were going to be responsibleâŠsoon enough.
âBecause I do. Plus itâs fall, when will you be wearing any of this?â Garrett asked as he traced small circles in the jeans you were wearing by your hips. You giggled as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
âJust in case. They were on saleâ You said as you snuggled into his chest. Garrett sighed as he leaned back. Thatâs what he loved about you. You were just so innocent in the first place to not see the point in wasting money on bikinis when you had no point in even wearing them.
âOf course they wereâ Garrett said as he rolled over and kissed your neck sweetly. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend.
âThat ticklesâ You said as you put your manicured hands against his hard chest and pushed him away. Of course you didnât push him very far. Not to mention how strong he was. He worked out almost every single day.
âYeah, baby?â Garrett asked as he climbed on top of you. He looked down at you. You laid under him completely at his mercy. He could simply do anything to you and you would not question him at all.
âYo, G!â Logan said as he didnât bother to knock as he walked into Garrettâs room. You giggled as you didnât mind how inappropriate this position might have looked. âYou ready to go?â Logan asked as he didnât even look twice at what was going on.
âYep, just give me a minuteâ Garrett said as he groaned into your neck. You smiled as Logan rolled his eyes and closed the door anyway. âDonât wanna leave youâ he mumbled as he peppered soft kisses on your collarbone.
âIâll be here when you get backâ You said sweetly as you brushed a fallen curl out of his face. He smiled as he placed a sloppy rushed kiss on his lips. He would have to go to hockey practice while you laid there in his bed.
âYou better beâ Garrett said as he finally stood up. You turned over on your side as you watched him grab his things before he walked out of the room. He knew you would most likely be in this position when he got back.
hiii i lovee ur fics abt john logan i was wondering if u cld do one where reader started her period and being little moody . Maybe stayed over night at the hockey place and woke up logan to get icecream ykk something cutee!!! feel free to ignore
Yes ofc, we all need our big hunk of a bf on our period ð
Summary: you get your period and you are craving two things: your bf and ice cream
Warnings: period cramps, picky reader, sweet Logan, very patient Logan, mini tantrum?, Dean being annoying, pure fluff
Your app was always wrong. You donât know why you paid a month for it anyway. You had woke up this morning with your stomach hurting. You knew you were going to get your period later on that day. And of course you did. You got it after your morning class and your mood was terrible for the rest of the day.
You coming over later today?
Your phone vibrated. It was Logan. You looked down at it and smiled for a second. You were in terrible pain and of course you wanted to hang out with your boyfriend. Youâre personally heating pad. You texted him a quick yes as you went to your afternoon lecture.
âI got my periodâŠyou too?â Hannah asked as she sat next to you in her normal seat. You nodded your head. âI guess this one is my faultâ she said with a tiny shrug. You guys were dormmates and of course you always synced up together. And it was terrible when Allie followed that train as well.
âYep, this morning.â You said as you were waiting for your ibuprofen to hit. And of course it was taking its sweet time. You sat back in your chair as you tried to get comfortable.
âWell, at least we are in this togetherâ She said with a smile as she gave you a chocolate. You rolled your eyes as you didnât mind to grab it. Things were okay, you could sit through this boring lecture and then get back to your boyfriend.
A couple hours later you were in the car. You were driving to the hockey house. And you were trying to mentally prepare yourself for how loud it was going to be. After all it was a Wednesday afternoon. No one parties in the middle of the week.
Your jeans were squeezing your stomach in the most uncomfortable way possible. And your AC was not working fast enough, and you felt a headache coming on. This was going to be a perfect evening.
âWhy the sad face?â Dean asked as you walked through the front door. You glared at him before you walked past him. âSomeone is moodyâ Dean said as he flopped down on the couch and continued to eat his bag of chips.
âWhatâs for dinner?â You mumbled as you walked into the kitchen. You smelled spices and your stomach grumbled with hope. Tucker turned around and looked at you with a smile.
âMarry Me Chicken Pastaâ Tucker said with a smile as he moved past you before dumping a lot of garlic in the pan. You slumped over as you looked at the chicken cooking in the pan. âGrilled cheese?â Tucker asked as he saw your face.
âPleaseâ You looked up at him hopefully. Normally you would have atleast tried to eat this but you were not in the mood at all. And you wanted something that you would eat.
âOf courseâ Tucker said and you quickly hugged him before you walked upstairs. You went to Loganâs bedroom and you didnât find him at all.
You sighed as you walked to his closet to try and find something to change into. Luckily you had some pj shorts that you left. You quickly tore off your jeans as you slipped them off. Your sweater was scratchy and you didnât want it on anymore. You looked through his hundred hoodies and none of them were the one you wanted to wear.
âWhat does it look like a tornado went off in here?â A voice asked behind you. You turned around to see your freshly showered boyfriend with no shirt and sweatpants on. You smiled as you ran over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. âI missed you too, mamaâ Logan said as he kissed the side of your head.
âWhereâs your black Briar hoodie?â You asked as you looked up at him. It was your favorite and the comfiest one he had. You had let go of him and he shut the door and ran his fingers through his wet hair.
âItâs dirty. Dean spilled ketchup on itâ Logan said as he shrugged as he didnât see what a big deal that was. You groaned as you turned around and looked back through his closet to try and find another one. You were taking hoodies off the hanger and throwing them behind you if you didnât want to wear it. âWhatâs going on baby?â Logan asked as he grabbed your arms as you tried to throw another one.
âThis stupid sweater is itchy and I want something to wearâ You said as you didnât even bother to turn and look at him. You knew how ridiculous you were acting but you didnât care. Your hormones were all over the place.
âOkay, mama. Letâs figure it outâ Logan said as he stood behind you. Your body leaned into him as you let Logan take over. He was significantly taller than you anyways. His hands worked around you as he easily moved through his closet. âHow about this one, baby?â Logan asked as he grabbed a gray held it up to you.
It was an old hockey one that he had probably had from highschool. You felt the inside of the sleeve and it felt soft. The material was not going to irritate your skin at all. You nodded your head as you turned around and lifted up your hands.
âHelpâ You said as you looked at him. He smiled as he kissed your nose before he took your sweater off and put his hoodie on you. It smelled exactly like him and it eased your nerves a little more.
âThere you go. Ready for dinner?â Logan asked and you nodded your head and walked out of the room. So far the world was working in your favor but you didnât know who secretly it wasnât.
âLet me guessâŠthis is for you?â Dean said as he held up a play with a grilled cheese on it. You nodded your head and tried to grab it before Dean moved it out of your hands. âUse your wordsâ Dean said with a smiled as another hand held up his bowl of food.
âLoganâ You said as you turned around not even bothering to deal with Dean antics. Logan had got a bowl of his dinner before he walked over and grabbed the plate from Dean.
âDonât piss her offâ Logan said as he handed it to you and kissed your head. He sat down in a recliner and you sat on his lap. He had his arm wrapped around you as he ate his dinner while you took your time enjoying your grilled cheese. âFeel better, mama?â Logan asked and you nodded your head as you snuggled into him.
A couple hours you were in Loganâs room ready for bed. Your cramps didnât hurt as bad anymore and you were just fed. You sat on the bed as you tried to get comfortable but nothing was working.
âHold my tummyâ You said as you grabbed Loganâs hand and put it right under your stomach exactly where you were feeling a little pain. His warm hand instantly felt much better and you closed your eyes.
âYes maâamâ Logan said as he leaned on his side and pulled you close into his chest. âYou on your period?â Logan asked softly as he kissed your shoulder. He was waiting to ask that question just in case you werenât and he was going to get his head bit off.
âYes and itâs terribleâ You groaned as you instantly felt a little off as a reminder that you were on your period. All you wanted to do was go to sleep.
âI bet it is, mama. You need anything from me?â Logan asked as he pulled you closer to him. This was all you needed and you knew you were going to sleep peacefully through the night,
âNopeâ You said with a smile as you nerves felt much better being close with your boyfriend like this. Tomorrow was just going to be another day.
It was only a couple hours before you started stirring in your bed. You rolled over and you checked the time and it was only 12 AM. Youâve been sleeping for four hours. Your stomach grumble and you knew it was not period camps anymore.
You were craving something sweet. Not like chocolate or anything. Ice cream. You turned to get your sleeping boyfriend. He looks so peaceful as his chest rose up and down as he still had his arm wrapped around you. You knew he was sleeping and you shouldnât wake him up, but when you woke up in the morning and told him about this late night craving he was gonna be mad that you didnât wake him up anyway.
âLogan?â You said softly as you shook him awake. You seem like a bad girlfriend, but you were really craving ice cream right now. And you didnât want it from a carton.
âHmm?â Logan said as he slowly open his eyes and looked at you. He smiled softly at him as he knew you were going to break some news to him that he probably didnât want to hear right now.
âCan we go get ice cream?â You as softly as you were prepared for him to say no. Heâs so sat up and wrote his eyes, and you instantly felt bad.
âYeah, mama letâs goâ Logan said as he got out of bed. You guess the early practices were really paying off. Because you know if he woke you up like this, you would not be the best mood.
âReally?â You asked as you looked at him and he was already slipping on his shoes. You smiled as you crawled across the bed and you wrapped your arms around his neck. âLove youâ you said as you kissed his cheek.
âLove you moreâ Logan said as he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up. Your feet touched the ground and he smacked your ass softly. âCome on, mama. Before I change my mindâ Logan said and you knew even if you took forever he wasnât going too.
Heyyy I have a request, feel free to ignore it if you dont like the idea.
Its basically John Logan trying to help reader through a panic attack after something got to them, basically the same vibe as when he tried to center Garrett when he got in that fight on the ice.
Summary: You had a long day, and things just kept getting worse. And you couldnât catch a break. But your boyfriend always knew how to help you
Warnings: stressful y/n, pet names, cute Logan, Dean not using his head, pure fluff
âThereâs no way. We wrote the same thingâ Hannah said as she grabbed the paper from your hands. A final essay. One final essay and you completely failed it. You and Hannah had spent hours last night working on it together. You had got a D and Hannah of course had gotten an A.
âIf you did get a lower then a C, you are able to redue. The prompt has been posted on the school board and I need them by tomorrowâ Your Professor words had stayed through your head as you walked out of the building.
âYou can always do that. I mean your grade shouldnât drop that bad right?â Hannah said as she was trying to make you feel better.
âYeah. Iâm going to. Iâll see you tomorrow?â You said and she nodded her head and went in the opposite direction. You didnât really want to talk to anyone. You had to produce another essay that probably wouldnât even get passed a C and then do another 2 assignments.
You had walked to your car and on top of your car was a note. âSorry! My number is on the back. I would have stayed and waited for you but I had class. Iâll help pay I promiseâ You looked to the side of your car and it was a huge dent in the middle.
âYouâve got to be kidding meâ You muttered to yourself as you felt the dent with your hand. Why was this happening to you? You sighed as you got into your car and kept the tears back. You were not going to cry now.
You pulled out of the parking lot trying to think of happy things to keep yourself going. You didnât have class for the rest of the day and you could go back to the hockey house and just do your homework in Loganâs room.
Your dorm was going to be way too loud. Your friend had her boyfriend over and you didnât want to listen to any of that at all. So going to your boyfriends was the best option. The guys had afternoon practice and the whole house would be quiet. For now at least.
But you were a little thirsty. Why not get coffee? It was going to be a late night anyway. You had ordered it online. Why not use the many points you had racked up over your collage years. When you got into the shop and grabbed your coffee.
âIâm so sorryâ A women said as she bumped into you and knocked your cold coffee all over yourself. You were shocked and extremely cold. And it didnât help that it went all over one of your favorite sweaters.
âItâs fineâ You said as you tuned behind you and threw the cup in the trash. You werenât even thirsty anymore. You grabbed some paper towels and tried to get as much you as you could off of you.
âAre you sure? I can buy you another?â The lady said as she generally did feel bad. You looked at her and smiled. You thought about it but you didnât want to stand here any longer.
âNo trust me itâs all goodâ You said as you walked by her and got into your car. Itâs fine. Everything is fine. You reminded yourself as you drove to the familiar hockey house. You sighed in relief as you didnât see any cars in the driveway. You parked your car and got inside.
You walked into the kitchen and assumed you would have atleast had any sort of energy drink and when you opened the fridge there was nothing. You closed the door and on the whiteboard you sat in familiar hand writing. âHey kid, I took the last redbull, Iâll buy you some later tonight - love Deanâ
You sighed as you felt tears brim in your eyes. You knew if Dean knew what kind of day you were having he would have never done that. But itâs not his fault. You walked upstairs and to Loganâs bedroom.
You tore off your sweater and your jeans and put them in a corner in the room. You went in Loganâs dresser and grabbed one of his hoodies and a pair of pj pants that you had left there. You grabbed your bag and you put it on the floor near the dresser.
You started to work on your essay. The new prompt was way easier than the original. You had enough information for get started on the essay. And Hannah promised she would look over it tonight.
You didnât even look at the time before it was almost 6 oâclock. You were only left on the conclusion paragraph when your screen turned dark and the computer shut off. Your computer had died.
âFuckâ You said as you quickly got up to try and find a charger. You needed to get this project done. And you knew if you would have let it set you were never going to get it done. You were already in the groove.
You looked around in your bag and you must have left it back at your dorm. You searched Loganâs room because you knew he would have done one. You practically looked everywhere and you could not find one. You turned the corner from his desk and your arm mustâve knocked over something.
There was a loud crash and one of Loganâs many hockey trophies had broke in half. You looked around and your heart dropped. You looked out the window and the guys were already coming home. You fell to the ground trying to grab the pieces.
One of the pieces of glass cut your finger. You started to bleed all over the place. You felt the tears fall down your cheeks. You were so stressed and the last thing you needed was Logan to be mad at you.
You heard the chaos already being brought into the house. And you were running out of time anyway. When you heard the noise of someone walking up the steps you couldnât even get you finger to stop bleeding.
âHey mama. Practice ran a little lateâŠwhatâs going on?â Logan asked as he dropped his bag on the bed. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and his hair was damp from the locker room showers.
âIâŠIâm sorryâŠIâŠâ you said as you felt your breath hitch in your throat. You stood up and held on to your finger that was bleeding. Your finger hurt, you broke Loganâs trophie, you had an essay you needed to finish, your sweater was ruined. You couldnât stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.
âBaby, whats going on?â Logan said as he closed the door and quickly walked over to you. He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you into him a little closer. âItâs okay, i got youâ Logan said as held on to your finger.
âI didnât mean tooâ You said softly as you couldnât even breath anymore. You felt like the ways were coming down around you and you couldnât take it anymore.
âSweetheart, that doesnât matter. Itâs a dumb trophie I have plenty. Letâs go clean up that finger of yours, mamaâ Logan said as he lead you to the bathroom. He closed the door and put your finger under the sink.
âEverything is my faultâ You said as you used your good hand and wiped your tears off your face. You knew Logan probably didnât care about the trophies but at the same time you broke it.
âWhat is? Because if your talking about you finger itâs not. Or the trophie itâs not eitherâ Logan said as he put a bandaid on your finger and kissed your forehead. âNow are you going to tell me whatâs wrong? Because i guarantee you itâs not just the trophieâ Logan said as he sat you on the counter and stood between your legs.
âI got a terrible grade on my final essay. But I was able to redue it and my computer died, I spilled my coffee all over my self, there is a dent in my car, and Dean drank all my redbullsâ You said as you felt the tears start to pour again. It felt good to just let everything out.
âMama, we can fix the dent in your car. My charger is in my drawer next to my bed. I made Dean buy some on our way back. We can wash the sweater. And your finger is gonna be okayâ Logan said as he kissed your forehead again.
âJust feel so dumbâ You said as you leaned into him. You knew if everything happened today and if Logan was there everything would have been so much more clam.
He always knew how to clam you down and make you feel so much better. You always for stressed out and you always worked yourself up for no reason. And he was always there to help you down.
âYouâre not dumb mama. A lot of stuff happened today. You had every right to be stressed out. Now letâs go finish that essay. Can you do that for me?â Logan asked you. You nodded your head and he lead you back to his room. âStop stressing yourself out babyâ Logan said as he delivered a soft smack on your ass.
If your talking about my John Logan storyâŠitâs this thing where you have a car parked on the side of the road you put a white shirt or pretty much anything on the window (hanging out of it) so ppl know someone is coming back to get their car. So cops and other people know not to tow it.
Summary: you swallowed your prideâŠwell you were going to and then your car broke down and then you really had too. and you called your ex boyfriend.
Warnings: Cocky Logan, shirtless Logan, fluff, hints of smut, cute Logan, lovers getting back together?, Allie being secretive, Hannah and Garrett are adorable, car breaking down, Logan coming to the rescue
Difficult Love Series: Part 1, Part 2 (this is part 2)
âItâs like Iâm breaking a promise if i do thatâ You said as you went behind the bar and grabbed a cup to fill it up with coke. You had walked back out and sat it down on the table where a couple was sitting. âI promised Allie I wouldnât get back with Logan, because of her and Shawnâ I said as I wiped my hands off my apron.
âI love her to death but donât you think itâs unfair to you?â Hannah asked as she leaned over the counter. It was a slow Tuesday night. Allie was not scheduled today and she hadnât been answering her messages anyway. âLogan is very much still in love with youâŠI mean come onâ Hannah said as she looked at you.
âSo should I call him?â You asked as you leaned on the counter and bit your lip. Your back to the door and faced her giving her your full attention . She smiled as she took up and walked over to you. She placed both hands on your shoulders and look at you in your eyes.
âDo what ever you feel is right.â Hannah said as she scrunched her face up and walked over to a table that was calling for a check. If only it was that easyâŠit should have been anyway. Well of course it was easy for her.
So you did. Or you tried to. You had a whole plan in your head. You were going to call him in the morning. Only because you really wanted to sleep on it. Make sure thatâs what you really wanted. When it was time to close you got into your car. Garrett was waiting on Hannah so you didnât feel bad leaving her there alone.
You were in your car driving down the familiar backroads that lead to your dorm. It was a nice cool October night. The type that you could get away with leggings and a t shirt and be okay. You were able to put your window down and it be perfectly fine. Until you were a clicking noise. And all the sudden your car made a long croaking noise. You slowly took the wheel and geared it to the side of the road. And as soon as you did thatâŠthe car shut off.
âFuckâ You mumbled to yourself. You shut the car off hoping that you could just turn it back on and it be perfectly fine. But of course you were totally wrong. You sat back in the seat thinking. You were still 20 minutes away from your dorm.
Well Hannah and Garrett are coming this way anywayâŠnope the complete opposite way to get to Garrettâs off campus house. You could call themâŠbut what did they really know about cars? Plus Hannah was gushing about how they were going to finally finish Breaking Bad together. And you didnât want to ruin there cute movie night.
So you did what you really wanted to wait till tomorrow to do. Call the one person you promised Allie not to. AllieâŠnot Allie was busy fucking some mysterious guy she had been secretive about. But if she was going to keep secrets in this truceâŠI guess it was okay for you to do this.
âHello?â The gruff voice of a man who sounded so familiar said on the phone. He answered in two rings. And it even sounded like he was sleeping. You put the phone on speaker as you moved your legs up to cradle yourself.
âHeyâŠum sorry for bothering you. It sounded like your sleeping. You know whatâŠitâs not important. Iâll let you goâ You seemed like this was a bad idea anyway. I mean, what did this mean for you guys if he showed up. But he was the only person you knew that could fix a car. He had fixed yours maybe ten times before.
âSweetheart, stop. Talk to me. You already woke me up. What you need?â Logan said as he sat up on his bed and spoke to you. His voice was soft and you knew he was not mad for you calling him this late. If anything he seemed somewhat relived that you would go to him.
âMy car broke down. And Iâm 20 minutes away from my dorm and I donât know how to get homeâ You said as just admitting that sounded so stupid. But you put your pride aside because sitting on the side of the road like this felt stupid because you didnât want to ask for help.
âWhere you at?â Logan said as you could hear the noise in the background. It sounded like he was getting up and on his way to come get you. It felt a little good to know he was so eager to help you.
âIâm near that old ice cream shop just up the road from Malonesâ You said as you looked around. And being out in the dark did feel a little weird. You felt a little smaller as you fell back into your seat just eager for Logan to come get you.
âJust wait there for me okay? Be as quick as possible. Make sure your doors are lockedâ Logan said as you nodded your head like he could see you. His voice was able to calm you down a little more as he heard a door shut.
âOkay, please hurryâ You mumbled as you didnât like being out in the dark like this. The ice cream shop looked like sowmrhing straight from a horror movie the longer you looked at it.
âI am, mamaâ Logan said and with that he hung up. You felt a little better as you knew Logan was going to help rescue you. And you also knew that Hannah was going to freak out about this as well.
Sitting out here alone made you only want Logan more. You decided to just distract yourself by scrolling through phone on Instagram. Looking outside just made you more uneasy. This whole situation made you feel uneasy and of course it happened to you.
You wondered if Allie found out about this and she would be a little happy. She had always been a cute romantic. And the thought of something like this happening seemed like a movie. She would probably be less mad anyway. And Shawn like ruined her whole view on romance.
You never liked Shawn. I mean sure he was nice and he was always willing to do stuff around your guys dorm but he wasnât like the best boyfriend. Her and Shawn would fight much more than you and Logan. And Logan and you would fight. But you and Loganâs would fight with you yelling at him and him waiting for you to be done. He was always calm.
You felt even more calm when you saw those familiar truck headlights. Logan had parked his car right infront of yours. He got out of his truck in a hoodie and sweatpants. He came to your window.
âLetâs go, mamaâ Logan said as he opened up the door for you. You stepped out and looked at him. âYou got a shirt or something to hang on the window?â Logan asked as he looked down at you.
âMaybe?â You said as you opened the back door and you looked around. Of course you didnât. Logan was not going to be happy about this one. The moment you guys broke up you took the shirt out of your car just to say a âfuck youâ. âYouâre not going to be happy but I took it outâ You said with a sheepish smile.
âOf course you did. Here, Iâll give you my hoodie and you can use your shirtâ Logan said as he was already taking his hoodie off. You looked at him and rolled your eyes. What was he doing?
âWhat about a shirt in your truck?â You asked as Logan practically threw his hoodie at you. It already smelled like him and you werenât complaining about it.
âGave it to Dean.â Logan said and you laughed. Of course he did. âItâs getting late, letâs goâ Logan said as he was know shirtless. You werenât complaing about him being shirtless either. His biceps were your favorite thing about him.
âCan you atleast turn around?â You asked him as you suddenly felt subconscious. You guys werenât dating anymore and he didnât see any of that. Itâs not like you wouldnât want him to, but in this situation you did not want that.
âItâs nothing I havenât seen beforeâ Logan said with a smirk as he watched you. You glared at him and he held up his hands. âMy bad, mamaâ Logan said as he turned around. You felt safer to quickly take off your shirt and quickly but on his hoodie. You instantly felt warm and a familiar comforting feeling.
âOkay letâs goâ You mumbled as you swallowed your pride and shoved your old shirt back in the window before you walking quickly to his truck. You had missed his truck. You had just missed him.
âSomeoneâs eager? You wanna go back to your dorm?â Logan asked as he got into the drivers seat and he started to start the truck and drive down the road. You looked to the window and really thought about it.
âI donât want to be aloneâ You mumbled. You were going to spend the night completely alone while your friends were with their significant others. Or whoever Allie was with. And it was sad to admit, but you didnât want to go back to that dorm just to crawl in your med and feel worse about yourself.
âIâll take you wherever you wanna go, sweetheartâ Logan said softly as he contuined to drive down the dark roads. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you really thought about it. Do you want to go back to his place? He would so let you too.
âCan we go back to your house?â You ask quietly ready for rejection. You didnât think you would, but at the same time you didnât know. This whole situation was out of this world. He looked at you with that familiar cocky smirk, and you felt a warm feeling inside your stomach.
âDidnât think you asked. But of courseâ Logan said with a smile as he quickly made a familiar turn as you guys had already arrived to the familiar neighborhood.
You were hoping everyone is asleep Because that would have been an awkward conversation to have. You in Loganâs hoodie and him shirtless entering the house late at night? This is not what you wanted to happen. So when you opened the door and saw Tucker standing in the kitchen.
âNo. Fucking. Wayâ Tucker said as he put his hands up in the air. He started to jump up and down and quickly ran overtime. You put your hand over his mouth to silence him.
âTucker shut the fuck up okay?â You whisper, shouted at him. He nodded his head and you quickly let your hand off of his mouth. What didnât make the situation better that Logan was laughing behind you about this whole entire thing. âNothing happened. And nothing will. You didnât see us. Close your eyes and count to twentyâ You said as you slowly backed away.
âFine but Iâm not going to let this goâ Tucker said is he stood in the middle of the kitchen and close his eyes. He smiled as he was actually listening to you, and you walked back to Logan and grabbed his hands.
âTucker countâ You said sternly as you grabbed Loganâs hand and held onto a tight. You couldnt believe this was actually working and you knew Tucker was not going to let it go but for tonight everything was going to be fine.
â1âŠ2âŠ3âŠâ Tucker started and you didnât even let Tucker get to four before you were already pulling Logan up the steps and you walked into his bedroom and shut the door. You side as you looked at him into the bed. You knew this is either going to end up badly or be one of the best nights of your life.
Summary: JJ comes home late from hanging out with John b, and you wake up to JJ getting a late night snackâŠ
Warnings: oral (fem receiving), jj being cocky, pet names, smut, p in v, rough, little bit of degrading, sexy ass jj (even if that is a warning, established relationship
âJJ pleaseâ you whined as you felt your boyfriend circle his tongue on your clit. Heâs been down there for what had felt hoursâŠbut it was probably ten minutes. He had just got back from hanging out with John B.
Who honestly knows what they were doing. It was late and you didnât care. You were in your bed with a t shirt and panties. Thatâs how you always went to bed. And of course JJ was not complaining.
âMissed this pussy so muchâ JJ practically groaned into your clit. You giggled slightly as you spread your legs a tad bit further apart. You had work out to JJ places soft kisses on your thighs before attaching his mouth to your aching clit.
âMissed my pussy?â You hummed as you stared down at your boyfriend. He smirked at you before he dived back into your warm heat. You gasped as you grabbed on to his soft blonde hair and pulled him more into you.
âMore then missed it babyâ JJ said as he spat on you pussy before going down into it once again. You have never met a guy so eager to please you before. JJ could do this for hours and he would not ask for anything in return and thatâs just the kind of man he was.
âSo good Jâ you hummed as you dug your ankles into his shoulders. He groaned as he slipped one finger inside of your aching cunt. You moaned once more as you felt JJ hit that sweet spot you loved so very much.
âYeah? Youâre doing such a good job for meâ JJ said as he shoved another finger side of you. âYou let me come home and do this to you. Use you like thisâ JJ said as he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined as you watched him stand up and completely walk away from you.
âWhere are you going?â You whined as you used your elbows to prop yourself up. He smiled as he took off his shirt and looked down at you. You couldnât help but let your eyes travel down his body. You always knew you had a fit boyfriend but it didnât stop you from admiring him.
âLike what you see?â JJ asked with a cocky smirk as he moved closer to the bed. You smiled as you nodded your head. You grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of you. âSomeone eager? Ainât you pretty girl?â JJ said as he leaned down and placed kisses down your neck.
âPleaseâ You whined as you clenched around nothing. You moved your hips up and felt his hard cock in his shorts. You moaned as you thought about his cock. You needed it so bad you couldnât take it anymore. You didnât want JJ to tease you anymore. You needed it now.
âPlease what, mama? Tell me what you need?â jj said as he lifted up your shirt and squeezed your tits in both hands. You huffed as you felt JJ put one in his mouth and start to suck on them.
âYou! Need you!â You whined as you racked your finger nails through his messy curls. He smiled as he took your tit out of his mouth with a pop.
âYou could have just said thatâ JJ said as he smiled and wasted no time taking off his pants along with his boxers. Your once clean room was scattered with many clothes on the ground now.
âFuck me, Jâ you said as you whined and spread your legs even further apart. You needed him so bad you couldnât take it. Your hole was begging to get pounded by your boyfriend. It didnât take long to shove himself inside of you.
âFuckâŠbegging like a slut. Gonna fuck you like oneâ JJ said as he wasted no time before thrusting into you. You didnât care how loud you were begging. JJ knew how to fuck and he was not eating anytime on his needy girl like this.
âIâm your slut Jâ You said with a smile as you leaned forward to contact your lips with his. He smiled as stuck his tongue down your throat and move down and rub your needy. You knew this was going to be a long night and you were more than prepared.
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c/w ౚৠmassage, marking (with nails), unprotected p in v, #JustTheTip, hickeys, est. relationship, possessive!garrett, praise, daddy kink adjacent, riding, hand around the throat, post-sex fluff, pet names (baby, pretty, princess, daddy + no y/n), language, locker room chirping + a complete lack of willpower ââŽïžËâ
Garrett had just finished showering, his hair curling at the ends as he walks over, already reaching for your hands. âLemme see,â he murmurs, taking your fingers in his own. He turns them over, inspecting your fresh set like itâs the prettiest thing in the world.
âLike âem?â
âLove âem.â A smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.
âApproved?â You ask, winking like you even needed to beg the question in the first place.
âDefinitely approved.â
You smile, hands resting heavy on his chest. âGood. They were expensive.â
Garrett snorts, fingers running through his wet hair. âGood thing I paid for âem then.â
âThank you, baby,â you whisper, rising on your tiptoes for a kiss. His hands lift, taking two handfuls of ass, humming against your mouth when your arms wrap lazily around him.
âAnything for you.â His hands squeeze your hips. âYour week sucked. Glad you finally got to relax.â
âHow was morning skate?â You ask curiously, and like clockwork, he starts rolling out his neck and his shoulders, wincing in pain. You raise your brow at him, trying not to laugh at his predictability.
Your nails drag, just a tease, tracing the line of his necklace until your fingers find the clasp, nudging it back to center. And, with that little touch, the man practically purrs, rocking ever so slightly with you like he just got exactly what he wanted. Or at least a tiny taste.
Garrett just shrugs, feigning innocence. âYou know how it goes,â he says through a boyish smile.
âMhmmâŠâ You reach for the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it as always.
Garrettâs skin is still warm from the shower, his tight muscles melting already beneath the slightest touch from you.
As soon as he hits his bed he lets out a deep, contented sigh, lazily sprawling out on his stomach. His curls are still damp from the shower, flattened slightly on one side where his head disappears into the comforter. His chain hangs loose against the back of his neck, glinting every time he shifts.
His brown eyes follow you as you crawl onto the bed; his smile spreads wider as he glances at you over his shoulder. You straddle him, running your fingers down his strong back, watching as goosebumps spread across his dewy skin.
âOh my god.â His voice comes out low and rough.
âYouâre so easy,â you tease, dragging your nails over his broad shoulders before pressing them into the tight knots you knew youâd find.
âShittt,â he huffs, exhaling sharply as you nail that perfect spot, working out the tension. âFeels so fucking good, pretty.â His face presses deeper into the bed, big body softening with it.
You let your fingers drift into his damp hair, scratching your manicured fingers against his scalp. âMpfhhâŠâ He turns his heavy head slightly, eyes half-lidded. âI love when you get your nails done,â he murmurs, utterly relaxed beneath your touch as he lets out a little yawn.
You smile, winding one of his curls around your finger. âYeah?â
âOh fuck.â One of his legs kicks lazily against the mattress. âDamn, princess, theyâre kinda sharp. You should keep âem like this forever.â
Leaning down to press a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling his slow, leveled pulse thump under your lips. âIâll think about it.â
Garrett settles deeper into the mattress, already halfway asleep, completely at peace. âGotta keep me up,â he huffs. âIâm gonna pass the fuck out.â
You press your nails a little harder into his back, making his muscles tense for a second before he softens into the mattress. âToo much?â You ask, pausing slightly.
âNoâNo, keep goinâ.â His fingers flex against the comforter. âSâperfect.â
You smile as you watch the faint red marks appear where your nails dragged down, bright against his skin.
âFuck,â Garrett hisses as you find yourself so caught up in your thoughts that you didnât realize how hard you had dug into his skin until it had already happened.
âOh, shitââ You gasp, but Garrett just laughs, shifting slightly underneath you as he looks back at you.
âDonât stop. Câmon,â he whines, wiggling his shoulders impatiently beneath you.
âI created a diva,â you whisper, and he sighs blissfully.
âDonât even recognize myself anymore. You ruined me.â
You chuckle and shake your head, letting your nails trail more deliberately over his tight skin. Your fingers trace from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, following the line of his tattoo.
âYâknow,â he murmurs against your knuckles, smiling to himself. âI donât think anybodyâs ever been this excited to put scratches on me.â
You chuckle and his shoulders flex beneath your hands. Your thumbs press into a particularly stubborn knot, making him wince before a low moan follows, a weak laugh slipping out because it hurts so good.
You tilt down, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, tits pushed against his back, and he angles his neck to get a little closer.
âWhat did you say?â You ask sweetly.
âIââ He clears his throat, swallowing hard. âI said I donât think anybodyâs ever been this excited to put scratches on meââ
âWhich is odd.â You cut him off, your voice soft and distracted, scratching your initials in, watching as they shift red. ââCause it sounds like youâre talking about other women right now. Couldnât possibly be.â
âJust talkinâ out of my ass,â he mumbles. âNo one but you. Only you.â
âMhmmâŠâ You giggle, nails running in a little heart over the expanse of his back. Your fingernail swirls and swoops, drawing a lazy little âmineâ.
Garrett buries his face in the mattress. âI know what youâre doing, baby.â
You giggle breathily, rubbing out a little more tension when he catches you in the shameless act.
âYeah,â you whisper, dipping down again, trailing soft kisses down his neck. You pause when you find the perfect spot, just above where the collar of his jersey will sit.
âThatâs my girl.â He doesnât stop you, instead slithering his hand behind his back, slipping under the band of your shorts and panties.
You suck down on his neck as he rolls his fingers on top of your pussy, groaning when he feels just how wet you are; knowing this close to the game time, heâll have to wait to sink his thick dick deep, but he loves to tease just as much as you do.
âOn your back,â you whisper, watching as Garrett obeys without hesitation, stuffing a pillow under his head. His fingers find you fast, slipping your little shorts to the side this time. Garrett dips the tip of his thick finger in your soaked hole, his eyes rolling back at how warm and wet you are.
You tilt in, pressing your lips to his, lingering there for a second before he pulls you closer, his other hand slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, gripping your ass.
âBaby,â he mumbles. âYou gotta keep these on.â
âOkay.â
âIâm already losinâ this fight,â he breathes, pulling them down despite what heâs saying, chuckling against his mouth as you help him do it.
âYouâre doing great, Garââ His name trips up in a gasp as he presses his hand against your pussy, his middle and ring fingers thrusting deep.
âSo jealous of my fuckinâ hand right now,â he grumbles, laughing at how pathetic he sounds as he pumps them in and out.
You grind into him, fucking yourself on his hand. The movement makes the muscles in his stomach tighten. His hair is already drying in messy curls around his forehead, one falling into his eyes before he blows it away with an impatient breath.
âYou better keep this fuckinâ top on, alright?â He whispers when a soft satin strap falls. He lifts his hand to cup your cheek, brushing the other off your shoulder, sending the material sliding to your waist. âMy mistake,â he whispers.
Your forehead falls against his and he sinks his fingers deeper, groaning at the feeling of your slickness dripping down to his wrist.
âI donât know why I do this to myself,â he drags a hand down his face as he continues to torment himself with the thought of ruining you before his game, reluctantly pulling his hand away for the moment. âI gotta focus. Just make it so hard on me,â he smiles.
âOh?â
âBaby,â he mumbles.
âMhmm,â you hum, rocking against the stiff bulge between his thighs instead.
You whisper his name as you roll your hips. Your head falls back, hands sliding over your chest, and Garrett shuts his eyes for a second like heâs trying to remember every reason he wasnât supposed to be doing this.
âJustâFuck. Just the tip, okay?â He mumbles sheepishly.
âWhat?â You ask teasingly, looking down at him. Heâs so gone heâs practically begging with his eyes.
âJust a little,â he breathes needily, hooking a hand around your neck, pulling you down to his lips.
âGarrett Graham,â you whisper. âYou said no sex before games.â
Garrettâs head presses deeper into the pillow, his hips shifting beneath you as you grind against him.
âI say a lot of stupid shit,â he mumbles under his breath. âI donât know what you thought was gonna happen,â he rambles and he tugs his clothes down, his cock hitting his bare skin with a slap.
"Only the tip," you breathe as you thrust your hand between the two of you, taking hold of his cock.
"I'll take it," Garrett whispers as his head meets your pussy. A rough sound rumbles through his chest as he looks up at you again. "This is for me?" He asks shakily.
"Yes, daddy."
âI canât do this,â he mutters, huffing out a breath, palms slapping over his eyes. âDonât say that unless youâre tryinâ to start shit, alright?â
He takes control, gripping his dick in his fist, running his fat tip through your slick folds, swirling softly on your clit.
He slows down slightly, a smile spreading on his lips as he glides lower.
"Mmm... Right there," you whisper against his mouth as his head toys with your entrance. His lips press against yours as you widen your thighs, dropping down on his tip, feeling a big stretch.
"Fuck me," he pants.
"Feels so good, Garrett," you whimper. His hold on your hips tightens, muscles trembling like heâs fighting against himself. His heels sink deep into the mattress, press up just enough to stroke just a little.
âSo damn good. Itâs not fair.â His eyelids fall and his jaw locks tight.
His blunt fingernails dig into your flesh, his gaze dropping to the place where you barely connect, his long thick dick throbbing, your slickness rolling in a tear down the side of his cock.
He pulls you down a little farther on his length and your gaze snaps to him.
âShhhhâShh,â he whispers, pulling you down to his lips. âLet meâJust fucking take it, alright?â
Garrett squeezes his eyes shut for a second before finding your mouth again, gripping your hips when youâre all the way down.
He pushes you down a little more, making your eyes roll back in your skull, filled to the brim with him. The sight of your pleasure is almost too much to take.
âRide me,â he mumbles, lips dragging against yours.
You sit up, knees sunk into the mattress, nails dragging down his strong chest as he draws a heavy breath. The gold chain around his neck slides across his skin as his head tips back into the pillows. His throat works around a swallow before his eyes find you again.
You start to ride him, grinding slowly, like the pace alone will make up for his lack of self-control when it comes to his little pregame rule.
Garrett drags a breath through his nose, his voice rough when he whispers, âJesus Christ,â he mutters, shaking his head once. âMy willpowerâs fuckinâ shot when it comes to you.â
You shift your weight and he groans low in his throat, his hands tightening on your hips as you circle them.
âThatâs it.â His thumbs drag over your hips. "Easy, baby. Just like that."
Your nails dig into his chest as you begin to move, slow and steady at first, your body finding its rhythm while his muscles tense beneath your palms, his mouth falling open.
âCall me that shit again.â His eyes squeeze shut for a second. "Wanna hear it."
Your hands drift a little higher, thumb resting the hollow of his throat with your hands wrapping and squeezing.
âDaddy.â
"Christ. Yeah. Fuck yeah. Tight... Tighter," he moans as you ride him, your hips finding a deeper rhythm as your hands tighten around his neck, his eyes fluttering open just enough to find yours, fighting to stay open like he doesn't want to miss a second of it.
You lean back slightly, hands braced on his strong thighs as he fills you over and over again. His praise slips from his lips between gritted teeth.
You feel your orgasm building, sharp and fast, the pressure coiling in your stomach, and he feels it, too. Garrett sits up, wrapping his arm tight around your waist, the other twisting in your hair again as your body trembles uncontrollably. You gasp, swiveling your hips, grinding down as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavy.
"Cum for me, baby. Let go. Show me how perfect you are, huh?â
Your whole body clenches, back arching as you cry out, pulsing hard around him, your orgasm triggering his own. Your name falls from his lips, hips jerking as he buries himself deep, cumming hard, holding you so close.
Garrett melts back into the mattress, pulling you with him, finding his lips for a tender kiss.
"Christ, baby," he breathes. "Youâre so good to me, baby. You know that?" He whispers as his hands hold your cheeks, forehead resting against yours.
âMmmâYou are so, so good to me,â you whisper, feeling him smile into your kiss.
You pull back ever slightly, eyes falling enough to see the dark mark blooming where your lips had been, the soft red hue of where your hands were wrapped blushing on his skin as well. You rub your thumb across it, trying your best to catch your breath.
âYou know,â he starts, his voice low and rough, âyou always tease me for liking to mark you upâŠâ
âBecause you do.â
A smirk spreads on his kiss-swollen lips as he studies you a little. âYeah, I doââ Knock. Knock.
âG, you alive?â Logan calls from the other side of the door. Garrett groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.
âNo,â he mumbles and you giggle, tilting your head to rest it against his. Knock! Knock!
âCâmon, Romeo. Car leaves in five,â Logan tries again.
âLeave without me.â
âCanât,â he laughs, âCoach likes goals. Get your ass movinâ.â
He blows out a breath as you lift off him nice and slow, thighs trembling, making him chuckle breathily. You roll your eyes and drop to the mattress, wrapping yourself up in his blanket.
You watch him step into his dark slacks, tugging them up his thighs before fastening the button. Your gaze drifts higher, catching on the sharp lines of his waist disappearing beneath the waistband of his slacks, the chain hanging against his chest, the way the damp ends of his curls are already starting to dry around his ears.
A smile starts pulling at one corner of his mouth when he catches you staring.
He gives you a quick wink.
âStop,â you mumble, fighting your own smile.
Garrett shakes his head to himself before turning slightly, checking the fit of his pants. His attention catches on the scratches.
Itâs impossible not to look.
His hands slide into his front pockets, broad back tightening as he shifts, the scratches standing out even more against his skin.
âGarrett.â
âHmm?â He asks, still looking, fully distracted.
âGarrett Graham?â
âPretty girl?â His jaw tilts slightly, laughing through his nose when he sees the little mark on his neck, fussing with his chain.
âYou love it.â
His bottom lip tucks between his teeth as heâs caught in the act, reaching for his black dress shirt hanging nearby.
âMânot gonna sit here and pretend this shit doesnât look good, baby,â he mumbles.
The shirt slides over his biceps, draping over his shoulders. His chain catches the light against his chest as he fastens each button, chuckling under his breath like heâs tucking away a secret.
He reaches for the tie draped over the back of the chair, looping it around his neck, turning on his heels.
You crawl on the bed as he walks toward you, making your way to the edge. You rise up on your knees and his hands find your hips.
You fasten a knot in his tie, a little smile playing on your lips.
âWait for me outside the locker room, yeah?â He asks.
âGarrett,â you sigh.
âWhat?â
âIâve been waiting outside that locker room after every home game all season.â
âTrue,â he hums proudly. âVery true.â
âYou really asking?â You chuckle and he smiles when the knot presses up to his throat.
âJust like hearinâ you say it, pretty.â
Your hands smooth the tie flat against his chest before brushing down the front of his shirt.
âOf course Iâll be there.â
âThatâs my girl.â
Garrett reaches his stall and pulls off his jersey, dragging it over his head slowly, pulling himself out of his shoulder pads next. The scratches down his back earn about half a second of silence before the chirping starts.
âJesus, G,â Logan laughs. âYou get in a fight we didnât see?â
Garrett looks over his shoulder like itâs news to him, which only riles the guys up even more.
âNah, those arenât from the game, boys,â Dean smiles, stating the obvious as Garrett rolls his eyes, reaching for a towel as another teammate whistles low.
âWerenât there yesterday,â another teases, and heat climbs up Garrettâs neck.
âMy girl got her nails done, alright?â He mutters, staring into his stall instead of turning around to hide the fact that he loves this shit.
âYou better have paid for them, buddy. Thatâs how weâre doinâ it,â Dean laughs.
âMaybe I did.â
âDaddy,â Tucker adds, pointing toward Garrett when he finally turns around. âAddinâ that one to the playbookââ
âEnough,â Garrett mumbles smugly.
âSheâs got Garrett Graham breaking all his rules.â
âA couple back scratches never hurt anybody,â Garrett breathes.
âMhmm⊠Thatâs all that happened. We all believe you, G. You can stop gettinâ all red.â
âThat hickey appeared on its own too, by the way,â Tucker piles on.
âBlushing like a slut, Graham,â Dean snickers, and that finally sends the room over the edge.
âNo Iâm not.â Garrett drags a towel over his face, trying to hide the grin that wonât leave his lips.
âHe fuckinâ loves itââ
âMaybe I do. Now what?â Garrett mutters, back to the boys. He doesnât even bother arguing because theyâre right.
He fuckinâ loves it.
Garrett drops onto the bench, still shaking his head as the chirping starts to die down.
He reaches for his phone, trying to settle into a normal rhythm.
Garrett groans, dropping his head into one hand, the other resting on his knee. He chuckles under his breath, rolling his eyes when he catches Dean smirking from the corner of his eye.
âDonât,â Garrett grunts.
Dean just smiles, wrapping a fresh towel around his waist as he heads toward the showers.
ê±áŽÉªáŽáŽÊ áŽáŽÊÉŽÉªÉŽÉ¢ê± â James Potter x wife!reader
Summary: Your boys love to fight for your attention, but sometimes you forget who the actual child is
Warning: cute fluff, jealous James, Sirius and Remus making jokes, living the best mom life, mamas boy Harry
âDo we really need the music this loud?â Sirius asked as he stumbled into the kitchen. You smiled as you turned back around and placed a coffee mug on his chair. This was a typical morning for you. You wake up, get Harry up, make breakfast in the kitchen and have your own little concert.
âOh itâs mandatoryâ You said with a smile as you shifted over to the stove and flipped a pancake that needed to be flipped.â Tell Uncle Padfoot Harryâ You said as you looked down at your son who his glasses were falling off of his face.
âMommy!â Harry said as he tried to fix his glasses as they were falling off his face. âMommy play musicâ Harry said as he grabbed his glasses and shoved them back on his face.
âSee, he knows whatâs upâ You said as you put some pancakes on a plate. You poured another one in the pan while you got Harryâs plate together. You knew the way he liked to dip his pancakes into the syrup and butter at the same time. âReady to eat?â You asked as you placed your hands on your hips and looked down at your younger son.
âMommy help?â Harry asked as he held up his tiny arms for you to pick him up. You smiled as you grabbed Harry and put him in his high chair. He smiled when he saw his plate and grabbed his fork and went to town on them.
âIs it your turn?â You asked as you turned around and looked at Sirius. He was half awake at the table. The boys had a fun night out on the town and now they were paying for it the next morning. James had practically fell into bed and held on to you and not wanting to let go.
âI thought youâd never askâ Sirius said with a smile. You smiled as you playfully rolled your eyes and walked over to the counter and made him a plate. You knew the other two were going to wake up pretty soon anyways.
âHere you goâ You said with a smile as you set the plate and walked over to where Harry had syrup all over his face. You smiled as you kissed his head, but as long as he were eating you didnât care the mess.
âpancakes?â you heard James say as he practically clung on to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and clung on to you like a kola. âMissed youâ James mumbled as he kissed your neck. you smiled as you flipped a pancake.
âYou better not crud her before I get my breakfast?â Remus said as he came down the steps and moved over to the counter with the coffee machine. you heard James grumble as he held on to you even tighter.
âMy wife, I can do what I wantâ James said as he clung on to you even tighter than before. you smiled as you placed even more pancakes on a plate and passed them to Remus who gladly took them.
âMommy? Help!â Harry said as his fork fell on the ground. You turned around and saw Harry had syrup all over his face and his pancake was all gone. His glasses were also covered in the sticky substance as well.
âOh youâre such a mess!â You said with a smile as you pulled away from James and walked over to your son. You had picked him up and brought him over to the sink to wash his face.
âYou think if I put syrup all over my face she would love me again?â James asked Remus and Sirius as he took a seat at the table. You scoffed slightly as you were cleaning up your son. You were able to pick him up and grab James plate and gave it to him.
âSorry mate, but I think she would like you lessâ Remus said as he took another bite of his pancake. Sirius snorted and James didnât look like a happy camper. You laughed as you walked over to James and kissed his cheek.
âI love my boys either wayâ You said with a smile as Harry was clinging on your leg. You smiled as you put his plate in the sink and picked him up. You knew he was gonna need a bath.
âMommy loves meâ Harry practically shouted as he rubbed his syrup filled face into your cheek and put his sticky hands in your hair.
âWelp, Iâll need a bath tooâ you said as you didnât pull your son away from you. He was only a little bit and he truly didnât know any better anyway.
âIâll help with that oneâ James called as he leaned on the counter and you rolled your eyes as you walked out of the room.
ððŸðŒðŒð ðŠð±ð²ð¹ð¹ð®ð Dean Di Laurentis x book!reader
Summary: Nothing was a challenge for Dean Di Laurentis, until his latest girlfriend but a run for his sex drive. What is really a problem?
Warning: mentions of sex, throat fucking, daddy kink, dean being a coward, name calling, little bit of degrading, mentions of porn
You werenât the famous Dean Di Laurentisâs type. Well, did he really have a type? He would hook up with any girl that showed him any sort of interest. But you? You were different and that made him even more interested in you.
You werenât the type that followed him around constantly texted him. You didnât even walk up to him. Which he wasnât used to that. You stood there at a party awkwardly at your good friends Hannahâs side and waved. Girls didnât wave to him.
But since then? You guys had been inseparable. Hannah and Garett were a little on the fence. I mean, you went to the library to study instead of going to parties. You werenât a big drinker, you would go up to people stating the facts on why alcohol was bad. You werenât shy and didnât speak unless being spoken too. You were one of those.
One day before you and Dean had ever gotten intimate, John Logan who was working on the sink for the third time this week had told him. âItâs always the quiet onesâ. Dean didnât know what he meant until Logan winked and 2 weeks later he knew exactly what he meant.
âI think my dick about to fall offâ Dean said as he stood infront of Garett who was trying to peacefully lift weights. Garett looked at him with a concerned. âI mean, okay not really. But she makes it seem like it. Yesterday we had sex 3 times in a row. I canât usually go that long. Girls are always one and done. She? Sheâs differentâ Dean said as he shook his head. He was shocked the first time you had asked him to fuck you again.
He thought it was a one time thing and you would be lot as soon as you made a mess on his cock but that was wrong. He was convinced that you went into the bathroom later to pleasure yourself again. He had never seen a girl with that high of a sex drive. He assumed your last boyfriend was just a dick and you would grow out of it. But you were far from that.
âIs the sex not good?â Garett asked as he dropped the weight at his feet and checked himself out in the mirror. Dean was known to be a ladies man and fuck like there was no tomorrow but this was different. His friend would never back away from something like this.
âNo. Itâs fucking perfect. Best I ever had actually. Sheâs the kinkiest girl Iâve ever met. Sheâs wearing me outâ Dean said as he sat down on the bench. He had abandoned working out 30 minutes ago when he could not stop thinking about you. I mean it wasnât a problem. Dean never thought he would complain about sex ever.
âJust talk to her. Iâm sure you guys could work something outâ Garett said as he shrugged his shoulders. Dean probably assumed his sex life with Hannah was boring. Which it probably was. Dean nodded and he knew what he was going to do.
âHey, sweetheartâ Dean said as he walked into his bedroom. Practice had ran a little late that usually and you were sitting in his bed with his hoodie on and some random pj shorts reading a book. You smiled as you shoved your book to the side and stood up to meet him.
âHiâ You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he picked you up softly and wrapped his arms around your waist. Moments like this made Dean so lucky to have a girl like you.
Okay, donât get him wrong he loved you. He loved the fuck out of you. He just didnât expect a girl like youâŠto be so damn horny all the time. It didnât match him, it knocked his out of the park. And how was he going to tell his sweet beautiful girlfriend you really did nothing wrong that she was way too much in the bedroom?
âWanna talk to you bout somethingâ Dean said as he let go of you softly and sat down on the bed. you sat down right next time him and you looked up at him. Dean, the guy that never got nervous before a game and had ran around campus naked one time for a betâŠgot nervous in this moment right now. It was like all the words he was going to say completely vanished.
You looked at him with your big eyes innocently, you had no idea that your world was about to be crushed just like that, just by a couple simple words by your boyfriend. Dean looked at you and sighed. You licked your lips as you nodded his head to keep going.
âYeah? Youâre scaring meâ You said slightly as you shifted as you looked at him. You racked your mind of things that had happened today to see if you had done anything wrong. And of course Dean was clueless. You did nothing wrong. And you of course would never do anything wrong in his eyes.
âNothing baby, forgotâ Dean said as any serious conversation he wanted to have with you ran from his head. The way you were looking at him he couldnât stand it anymore. He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. You maimed into his mouth as you move on top of his lap. You were already grinding softly on his lap. âDamn, baby. So eager huh?â Dean asked as he pulled away and watched you rut your needy cunt in his grey sweatpants.
âBeen thinking bout youâ You mumbled as you already felt the heat in your cheeks start to rise. You felt embarrassed how easy you were for your boyfriend. One minute you were worried he was going to break up with you and the next you thought about how many positions you could do in the next hour.
You were a closeted child. You didnât watch YouTube or tv that often you werenât allowed. The only thing you had access to were books. And sooner or later you learned about sex. I mean your parents didnât pay attention to the books you brought home from the public library because they were booksâŠright? You kept your grades up and you were the perfect child.
The books got more and more explicit as you got older. And the more you read the more you wondered what it would feel like to have those things get done to you. Going into collage still a virgin was not a very big flex to you. But when you saw Dean at a party you knew he was the perfect guy for you. Youâve heard stories about him and how skilled he was with the women.
He would be perfect for your first time. He would know how to make you feel good and he would say all the right stuff. And you woudknt get attachedâŠbut you didnât know how good his cock felt and how perfect and innocent you seemed to him. But he was wrong. And sleeping with you was probably the best thing thatâs ever happened to him.
âYeah? Wanna show me how bad you missed me?â Dean asked as you eagerly nodded your head. Dean was the one enabling you anyway. He was just as bad as you were. He never met a girl who wanted to fuck his cock so bad before. He would usually have to do something in return, but with you? You would get off to just that.
âYes daddyâ You said with a smile as you got down on your knees. Dean felt his cock get even more hard in his sweatpants. Any thoughts he had were gone before all he thought about was fucking your throat.
âFuck baby, youâre going to be the death of meâ Dean said as he gripped the back of your hair and shoved you closer to his clothed cock. You smiled as you felt your panties starting to stick to your warm cunt. You were so turned on and wet you couldnât take it.
You pulled down Deans pants and his boxers. You didnât want to waste time at all. His cock was big, the biggest youâve ever seen. And you havenât slept around a lot of guys before. But you did have a little bit of experiencing watching porn. You thought his cock was pretty, the slight curve at the end, the pretty pink tip and the veins on the under side of his cock.
You leaned forward and slowly moved your tongue around the tip of his cock. You tasted his pre cum, the sweet and salty taste hit your tongue and you never been so eager to take his whole cock in your mouth. You slowly started to stuck him off. With the parts you couldnât fit in your mouth you jerked him off. You realized that you were actually pretty good at this.
It was the best Dean has ever gotten his whole entire life. He didnât know that a bookworm could fulfill his sexual needs like this. He didnât also know that he could be so fucked out he couldnât take it. He was sure she was going to drain him before the time he hit 30. But if this is how he was going out he didnât mind?
âDaddyâs gonna use your throatâ Dean granted as he stood up. You smiled as his cock slipped out of your mouth, and you looked up at him with your big innocent little eyes. âStick out your tongueâ Dean muttered, and you easily stuck out your tongue and looked up at him. He slapped his cock against your tongue, a couple times. âSo fucking beautifulâ he muttered more to himself than anything.
You moaned against his cock. His cock twitched on your tongue before he shoved his cock in your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as you gripped onto his thigh. Your nails digging into his skin as he held the back of your head as he pushed his hips further into your mouth.
âYou like that? Choking on daddyâs cock?â Dean grunted as he couldnât help but go even faster than he was before. You didnât say anything, but you dig your freshly manicured hands harder into his thigh and he knew he was right.
Spit was dripping down your chin but you didnât care. This is where you belong just like this. And you didnât care how pathetic you looked. You needed to be handled like this. You needed to be handled like a dumb slut by him. Thatâs what made you open your mouth even wider.
If anyone was upstairs, Dean of course didnât care, they would hear the lewd noises coming from his room. Deans soft grunts, the sound of choking. If Garrett had walked by he would have just rolled his eyes. He knew that Dean was forced wrapped around your finger. I mean who wouldnât? If Garrett had a girl like that he wouldnât leave his room. ￌￌￌ
âFuck, baby. Daddyâs gonna cumâ Dean grunted as his hips started to twitch as ir became more sloppy then before. He leaned his head back as he felt his balls tighten up. He released inside your mouth and kept your head all the way down on his cock as he spilled down your throat. His warm salty seed filled up your mouth as you swallowed it all.
âRemember what you were gonna tell me?â You asked as you stayed on your knees as you looked up at him. You licked your lips as you watched as he looked down at you with clouded eyes.
âNo, baby. Come hereâ Dean mumbled and you gladly did so as he kisses you on the lips. He would have the balls to say something later. But for right now? This is what he wanted.
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