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[spiritroth]

ofdecode / love.

it wasn’t just his looks that attracted her but the fact he was so smart. it’s not like it took a lot to be a professor or teacher, most of them weren’t even that intelligent in her experience but he was different…it was like he actually cared about the shit he was teaching and wanted his students to care too, it was attractive and love actually liked hearing what he had to say about things. it was a little school girl crush, who didn’t fantasize about that one sexy professor bending you over his desk and fucking you until you’re weak in the knees…or maybe she just had strange taste, whatever…she clearly lacked the shame for it cause here she is hitting on him as if she wouldn’t see him the next day. she’s having too much fun now, biting down on her lower lip as she reads his replies. it’s the fact he’s doing very little to stop her that turns her on, he’s so quiet unless he’s giving some kind of lecture which is cute ‘n all but imagining him flirting with her wasn’t anything like this. purring to herself as she types up her next line of responses. 

[text]: i’m not the only girl in our class who thinks that, you know? [text]: oh? let me know then i wanna decide what pair of panties get left in his office.  [text]: so what you’re saying is you just saw a nice pair of blurry tits and decided to swipe right…mr. roth ur kind of a perv. [text]: but it’s cute [text]: and btw i prefer the glasses [text]: yes sir. she couldn’t believe he actually agreed to this, so quickly too but love is having too much fun and it’s not often you get the chance to send a hot professor your nudes. she’s already laying there in an oversized shirt covering laced bra and panties so she thinks for a minute. a full nude may be coming on too strong, at least leave some mystery but it had to be enough to get him hard. she sets her phone down, tugging off the shirt to reveal her breasts hugged by the slightly sheer underwear before angling the camera towards her tits and snapping a few good photos till she saw one she liked enough. she actually feels herself getting a little shy when she opens his messages again, attaching one of the pictures before typing out yet another message. [text]: i was gonna show you more but i know you like a little mystery… [text]: unless you’d like more convincing  [text]: i could also show you what i do for you when i’m alone

he’s  surprised  by  her  suggestion,  that  she’s  not  the  only  one  with  a  crush.  it  seems  unrealistic  to  him--  he’s  just  an  awkward  literature  teacher.  then  again,  she’s  the  most  beautiful  woman  he’s  ever  seen  and  she  seems  to  think  he’s  more  than  that,  so  who  is  he  to  argue?

gabriel  gets  up  from  his  desk  as  he  reads  the  rest  of  her  messages,  crossing  over  to  his  bed.  pulling  his  shirt  off  and  then  his  pants,  he  undresses  until  he’s  in  just  his  boxers.  then,  seeming  to  think  better  of  it,  kicks  them  off  too.  tossing  his  clothes  into  the  laundry  hamper,  he  crawls  into  bed  and  checks  his  phone  again,  quickly  replying.

[text]:  how  would  you  know?  is  there  a  support  group  or  something?

[text]:  kidding.  i  find  that  hard  to  believe

[text]:  hmm,  i’ll  keep  you  updated

[text]:  i’m  not  even  gonna  deny  that.  i  did  notice  your  tits  and  they  were  hot

he  burns  up  as  he  hits  send,  unable  to  believe  he  actually  said  that.  this  is  beyond  wrong,  doing  this  with  a  student  from  his  class.  it  feels  good,  though,  getting  attention  from  someone  so  beautiful  and  fun  and  interesting.  his  heart  is  in  his  throat  when  her  picture  sends--  a  close  up  photo  of  big,  perfect  breasts  in  sheer  underwear.

he  pulls  the  sheets  on  his  bed  over  his  naked  frame,  feeling  himself  getting  an  erection.  he  shivers,  typing  back  with  slightly  shaking  fingers.

[text]:  did  i  say  hot?  i  meant  they’re  perfect

[text]:  i’m  hard  already

[text]:  i’ll  show  you  if  you  show  me  more

[spiritroth]

ofdecode / love.

she’s got no idea how he’s going to react or even if he’s actually interested in her. sure he swiped first but he’s still her professor, maybe he didn’t think she’d swipe right back…though that would be ridiculous wouldn’t it? is it bad she wants him to like her though? even if nothing physically comes from it maybe she can see how good of a flirt he is at least. she always found it strange, how shy of a person he seemed when everything about him on the outside just screamed for her to look at him. he was so smart and mature, even for someone so young. he had a charm to him but it was like he himself didn’t even see it which only made him more charming. it’s hard not to be interested, finding herself thinking about him far more times than she’d like to admit, especially when she was alone in her bed at night…kind of like tonight it’s just this time she doesn’t have to fantasize. she watches him reply, almost surprised he seems to actually be fliting back as her soft lips curl into a smile. not just because he’s flirting back but because he’s actually funny too, this seemed to be the most she’s gotten to talk to him since she started his class this year. love’s teeth capture her lower lip, mind focused on him as she attempts to take things just a little further. [text]: not my fault you look so good in a button up and glasses. [text]: damn that sucks, want me to kick his ass for you? or maybe we could get him back by doing other things on HIS desk. [text]: should i be offended you didn’t recognize me mr.roth? though i’m kinda happy you think i’m cute. [text]: damn… [text]: i do have some actually but it’d be more fun to show you than just tell. [text]: if you’re into that sort’ve thing anyway…

he’s  not  sure  what  he  expected  from  confronting  her  but  it  wasn’t  her  flirting  this  blatantly,  making  his  cheeks  warm  as  he  reads  her  replies.  gabriel  isn’t  blind  and  he’s  known  love  is  beautiful  since  the  moment  he  saw  her  in  his  class,  but  he  hadn’t  thought  about  it  much  past  that,  focusing  on  teaching  and  grading  most  days.  but  now  it  makes  him  kind  of  flustered,  knowing  he  has  the  attention  of  someone  this  gorgeous  and  smart.

his  brows  raise  as  she  jokes  about  them  doing  things  on  his  boss’s  desk,  feeling  that  heat  all  the  way  to  the  tips  of  his  ears.  he  leans  back  in  his  chair,  grading  kind  of  forgotten  as  he  types  back  immediately.

[text]:  that  means  a  lot  from  someone  so  beautiful

[text]:  no  to  the  first  suggestion  and  i’ll  get  back  to  you  on  the  second  one

[text]:  he  deserves  it,  though

[text]:  tbf  i  was  half  asleep  and  i  didn't  have  my  contacts  in  or  my  glasses  on.  i  realized  it  was  you  when  we  matched

[text]:  hmm,  yeah,  you’re  hot

[text]:  show  me,  then

he’s  kind  of  nervous  hitting  send,  that  jittery  anxiety  taking  over.  a  big  part  of  him  knows  this  is  unprofessional,  egging  her  on.  but  he  kind  of  likes  her  and  it  feels  different  than  any  of  the  other  times  he’s  tried  this.  he  wants  it  to  be  different  this  time,  particularly  because  he  likes  her  so  much  and  she’s  so  charming.

[spiritroth]

ofdecode / love.

she really shouldn’t have done it and she knows it’s a bad idea as soon as she swipes right on her professors profile but in fairness she really didn’t expect anything to come from it, it was just the rules of tinder wasn’t it? if you like what you see you swipe right and she really liked what she saw when she was in mr.roth’s class. gabriel wasn’t much older than her, maybe five, six years? no big deal. it’s not like he was some creepy forty year old man plus he was hot, like something out of a wattpad fanfiction. tall and tanned, tattoos up and down his arms and two on his face, perfect curls and the prettiest face you’ve ever seen. love wasn’t blind and neither were the other girls in her class, guess everyone wanted to live out some fantasy. so she swipes right, just for the fun of it when she’s scrolling through tinder late at night. she doesn’t expect anything from it so she sets her phone down, getting mika ready for bed. she planned to just spend the rest of the night watching shitty reality shows and maybe smoking a bit when her phone buzzes with a notification. she expected it was one of the dudes she may have mindlessly swiped over without thinking and she sure as hell did not expect to see gabriel, she’d apparently matched with him right after swiping…which was only a surprise when she knows he would’ve had to as well. she smirks softly at the idea, gabriel always seemed so sweet and he was probably the least creepy one she had, if anything she’s just surprised he was using tinder at all. she opens the dms finally, fingers brushing against the screen. [text]: would i get punished if i said no? [text]: kidding…but still no. [text]: i think the more surprising thing is you also swiped right… [text]: wow, do i get a better grade now that i’m clearly your favorite student?

she should feel more bad about hitting on her college professor and yet she really doesn’t, if anything she’s more curious about how far she can take this, as fucked up as that was.

he  smiles  down  at  her  responses,  feeling  kind  of  shy  at  how  bold  she  is.  he’s  kind  of  shy  in  general,  not  normally  very  good  at  talking  to  people,  which  makes  teaching  a  complicated  profession  sometimes.  he’s  even  worse  when  it  comes  to  women,  not  getting  very  far  in  any  of  his  flirtationships.  he’d  back  out  because  he’s  overwhelmed  or  not  into  it  enough,  struggling  with  really  fitting  in  with  hook  up  culture  or  anything  remotely  sexual.  he  guesses  it  has  something  to  do  with  the  abuse  he  suffered,  disconnecting  him  from  all  of  it.

he  likes  love,  though--  or  at  least,  he  likes  her  from  the  few  interactions  they’ve  had.  she’s  smart--  not  necessarily  book-smart,  but  intelligent.  she  has  a  maturity  about  her  he  doesn’t  find  in  other  people,  later  realizing  (after  a  comment  she  made  in  class)  that  she’s  a  mom.  he  has  a  twinge  of  respect  for  her,  taking  a  lot  of  classes  like  this  while  also  working  and  being  a  parent.  both  of  his  own  parents  had  been  deadbeat  addicts  and  alcoholics,  being  fired  from  their  own  jobs  for  it  and  still  not  taking  care  of  him  or  his  sister.

lashes  dark  against  his  cheekbones  as  his  gaze  flickers  down  to  their  DMs,  a  soft  smile  plays  at  his  lips  as  he  tries  to  figure  out  how  to  even  respond.

[text]:  yeah.  i’m  turning  you  in  to  faculty  for  being  horny  for  your  professor

[text]:  kidding.  you  paid  like  1k  for  this  class,  no  one  cares

[text]:  you  could  probably  take  a  shit  on  my  desk  and  my  boss  would  find  some  way  to  blame  it  on  me

[text]:  i  didn’t  realize  you  were  a  student  when  i  swiped,  but...  i  swiped  because  you’re  cute

[text]:  no

[text]:  i’ll  take  it  under  advisement  if  you  have  any  compelling  arguments  for  why  i  should,  though

[spiritroth]

starter for love / @ofdecode

gabriel’s  not  sure  why  he  downloads  the  app,  in  hindsight.  he  already  has  a  long  list  of  assignments  to  finish  grading  tonight  and  it’s  almost  ten  o’clock,  the  time  taunting  him  at  the  bottom  corner  of  his  laptop.  he’s  almost  finished  with  abby  horner’s  paper  when  his  phone  vibrates,  telling  him  he  has  a  notification.  he  ignores  it  for  awhile,  opening  the  next  paper  and  getting  to  work.

finally  pinching  the  bridge  of  his  nose,  he  moves  his  glasses  to  the  top  of  his  head,  unlocking  his  phone  to  take  a  look.  it’s  a  ping  from  the  dating  app  and  he  opens  it  reluctantly,  knowing  this  would  be  a  bad  distraction  from  finishing  his  grading.

the  notification  tells  him  he’s  matched  with  someone,  taking  him  to  her  DMs.  he  stares  at  her  profile  picture,  realizing  slowly  that  he  recognizes  her.  it  isn’t  until  he  sees  her  username  that  he  realizes  it’s  love  benson  from  his  first  period  class,  who  he’s  just  matched  with  on  tinder.

it’s  not  that  weird,  he  reminds  himself.  their  age  gap  isn’t  too  big  or  anything–  he’s  only  twenty-five.  the  aspect  of  her  being  a  student  is  uncomfortable,  though,  making  him  hesitate  before  messaging  her.  he  glances  back  at  his  laptop  screen,  realizing  it’d  actually  been  her  paper  he’d  started  grading.

[text]:  i  guess  my  first  question  is  did  you  swipe  right  on  accident?

[text]:  my  second  is..  are  you  stalking  me?  because  i  just  started  grading  your  huckleberry  finn  essay

[spiritroth]

ofdecode / padme.

it was kind of new to her in the way she found herself smiling and giggling while at the same time being so fucking needy and desperate to be touched, more turned on than she’s probably ever been. it was new because padme didn’t really recall a time in her life she ever truly enjoyed sex as much as she enjoyed the person she was with, most of the time it was always physical but with gabriel it’s deep, she feels herself getting shy and flustered by a sweet kiss to her nose and even more so when he tells her she’s sexy despite the clumsy way her hair got tangled with her shirt and he had to pull her out of it. the fabric falls to the floor and her face is red, she’s exposed now and it’s kind of overwhelming because it makes everything feel so real. his touch and the way he looks at her isn’t something she could visualize in some sex fantasy she shouldn’t have been having about her boyfriends roommate. she purrs into the kiss a little, eyes flutter and skin shivering at his touch as it moves higher and higher until he’s cupping her breasts, causing a weak moan to slip out. she finally pulls away, dark eyes flickering towards his as slow heavy breaths leave her. she needs him, like air to breathe, she felt like she was going insane from how badly she wants him. “please…” it sounds like she’s begging, maybe she is. “please i need you so bad i feel kind of dizzy.” she chuckles softly. her breath felt caught in her throat the entire time he moves, lashes fluttering as she watches his movements in a desperate anticipation, almost hungry as his kisses tickle her skin making her giggle a little. “that feels…” good, it felt good but words suddenly felt like math problems, too hard to even think. she gasps feeling his tongue lap against her nipple, eyes almost watering as she bites down on her lower lip, trying not to melt entirely. he then brings up what she said awhile ago, how she didn’t get wet for will anymore. the words had kind of slipped out at the time and she thought he’d forgotten them. making her blush a bit as she nods. “all the time…” she says, almost shy. “at least when i let him fuck me…thinking about you is the only way i can get like this anymore.” she mumbles, purring softly. “i think i’ve fallen for you actually.”

he  licks  her  nipple,  tongue  passing  over  it  again  and  again  as  she  speaks.  he  loves  the  way  she  gasps,  falling  apart  under  him  like  she  wants  this  as  badly  as  he  does.  he’s  hot  all  over,  feeling  light  headed  at  how  good  her  skin  feels,  nipple  hardening  under  his  tongue.

he’s  surprised  that  she  says  she’s  fallen  for  him,  feeling  even  hotter  because  this  is  everything  he’s  wanted.  he  wants  her  more  than  anything,  with  her  perfect  smooth  body  and  beautiful  face.  she’s  smart  and  talented  and  he  loves  talking  to  her  almost  as  much  as  he  loves  kissing  her  body  right  now,  lips  pressing  to  her  nipple  to  start  sucking  it.  slipping  his  tongue  against  it,  he  moves  one  hand  from  her  waist  down  to  his  dick,  still  exposed  and  hard.  touching  himself,  his  palm  sliding  against  his  length,  he  sighs  softly  as  he  sucks  at  her  tit,  starting  to  take  most  of  it  into  his  mouth,  lips  sliding  across  soft  skin.

“i  love  you,”  he  purrs  possessively,  letting  his  other  hand  slowly  drag  down  her  body  until  he’s  cupping  her  heat,  squeezing  it.  “i  can  fuck  you  so  good  that  you  don’t  need  him  to  do  it  anymore.  let  me  fuck  you...  i  want  to  feel  how  wet  you  are.”  he  wants  to  be  inside  of  her  so  badly  that  he’s  almost  dizzy,  gripping  his  dick  tighter  as  he  touches  himself.

[spiritroth]

spiritadams / imogen.

it makes her dizzy, breath going short as his finger teases her hole, mouth feeling warm against her skin and leaving goosebumps in it’s wake as she shivers under his touch and lets the moans fall out a lot louder and more needy than she had planned as his filthy words play in her mind. she’d come to him, feeling ugly and not liking the way her body looked due to this pregnancy, on the verge of tears as she sat in his lap but now the sting in her eyes is for a whole different reason cause his touch almost makes her want to cry in pleasure from how overwhelmingly perfect it is. there’s tightness in her throat when he looks at her, making eye contact with his lips against her skin as if she had the strength to handle how perfect he looked right now as he fucks her with his long fingers. her mouth falling open as she grips down a little more at his jeans. “f-fuck…baby that feels so good.” she whimpers a little, unable to think straight. when he calls her a good girl she’s pretty sure she could almost cum right then and there, a tense feeling inside of her as her moans grow louder. his question makes her smile a little, soft chuckle leaving her lips. “i don’t think that’s a request you need to ask from me right now..” she whimpers, chuckling softly biting down on her lower lip. she can hear her own wetness at this point, the feeling was almost too much as she lets out a loud cry when he starts to fuck her faster. “o-oh my god.” she’s watching him through the mirror, making all of this hotter as a shaky moan slips past her lips. it’s hard not to melt, it’s hard to keep her eyes from fluttering as she throws her head back against his shoulder doing her best to keep looking. she hates the loss when he pulls his fingers out of her, needing him so bad that she felt like she was going crazy when he shows her the mess she’s already made. “only for you..” she whispers, blushing shyly. “please…i need you so bad. i’ll keep being good…” imogen can feel the tears in her eyes burning with pleasure. “because i could cum right now.”

“yeah?”  he  purrs  against  her  neck,  lips  brushing  against  soft  skin.  the  way  her  mouth  opens  in  pleasure,  her  fingers  digging  into  his  jeans,  drives  him  crazy.  he  wants  to  make  her  feel  good,  she’s  so  beautiful  and  perfect.  the  way  she  cries  out  when  he  fucks  her  faster  makes  him  so  hard  that  the  stimulation  from  her  rocking  against  him  makes  him  moan.  it  feels  so  good  that  he’s  at  the  edge  of  an  orgasm,  eyes  glued  to  her  sexy  expression  and  the  way  his  fingers  slide  in  and  out  of  her  sopping  cunt,  so  spread  open  for  him.  “your  pussy  is  so  hot,”  he  murmurs  against  her  ear,  out  of  breath  as  he  finger  fucks  her  as  deep  and  fast  as  he  can,  his  hand  starting  to  cramp  up.  “i’m  getting  off  just  looking  at  you...  i’m...”  he  lets  out  a  soft  cry  as  he  rocks  against  her,  cumming  in  his  underwear  as  his  fingers  slide  completely  inside  of  her.

“fuck,”  he  hisses,  lashes  fluttering,  feeling  that  wetness  against  his  boxers,  not  allowing  himself  to  stop  finger  fucking  her  as  he  rides  out  the  orgasm.  “that  feels  good,”  he  whines  against  her  ear,  allowing  himself  to  rock  his  hips  against  her  backside,  feeling  his  dick  slide  through  his  own  cum.

his  other  hand  plays  with  her  clit,  fingers  rolling  across  it  as  he  bounces  her  against  his  lap,  moaning  softly.  “please...  i  need  you  so  bad.  you’re  so  beautiful  like  this.”  he  can’t  get  enough  of  her,  writhing  on  him  with  pleasure,  that  perfect  belly  and  her  adorable  face.  “let  me  be  inside  of  you.”

[spiritroth]

spiritadams / imogen.

it’s kind of unfair, just how perfect he was and how easily he could make her melt just by a touch of his long fingers and dirty whispers in her ear but it wasn’t only that was it? it’s the fact that gabriel knew how to handle her shit so smoothly that to this day he even surprised her. in the year she’d known him and the months they’d been together all he’d ever done was take care of her both physically and emotionally. with everything going on and her seemingly many mental break downs you’d think she needs to be sedated but all it took for gabriel was sweet words, a pretty smile and a touch that drove her fucking crazy. she doesn’t know what to expect but it certainly wasn’t his next words. “more attracted?” she says almost as if it’s the most shocking thing in the world all while trying not to fall apart by the fact his touch was making her unbelievable wet already, panties not taking long to get soaked, clinging to her needy cunt as he rubs circles around the area. “o-h wow…” she breathes again, eyes fluttering a bit. she could feel his hardness, pressing just over her ass when her back was leaned up against him, all too noticeable because the jeans he wears aren’t enough to hide that tent forming. “how could you possibly be hard? all i’ve done is whine and cry about how big i feel.” she whimpers. imogen never thought she was ugly, she doesn’t even think she is now if she were thinking logically and not letting those baby hormones and just overall insanity that was being a teenage girl. but she never felt as beautiful until she met gabriel…it wasn’t just in the way he spoke but he actually looked at her like it too. she almost wishes she could see herself through his big beautiful eyes and understand what he means when he says she’s so perfect. one hand on her stomach and the other on her cunt, making her bites down on a moan building in her throat as her fingers dig into the fabric on his pant leg a little. she blushes at his words, it shouldn’t turn her on that he liked so much that she carried a sign of their deeds but it does. “so you like that you claimed me?” she giggles. imogen hadn’t looked back at herself in that mirror since she sat down, the way he rubs her pussy might feel good but she still hates the way she looks tonight, cheeks all puffed, stomach feeling bigger, she was a mess. so when he tells her she has to look in the mirror she instantly starts to pout again, especially when his fingers tug away the fabric to dip into her bare cunt. sadly for her she didn’t hate her face more than she wanted to fuck him, in fact it was almost like she needed him. biting down on her bottom lip as her dark eyes reluctantly meet her reflection in the mirror, hating what she saw for a moment till her eyes meet with gabriel who is already looking back at her, staring at her with a lustful and unfair gaze. “please fuck me…”

he  lets  his  fingers  trace  her  hole,  dipping  in  just  barely  as  his  full  lips  press  gently  against  her  neck.  “because  i  like  doing  this...  listening  to  what’s  on  your  mind  while  i  spread  your  legs  apart  and  touch  you.”  he  sucks  at  her  neck  softly,  lips  pressed  against  damp  skin  and  his  tongue  teasing  her.  “i  did  like  claiming  you  and  i’d  do  it  again.  and  again...”  his  hand  presses  against  her  stomach  as  he  rubs  himself  against  her  ass,  breath  short  at  how  good  it  feels  and  how  hot  she  looks  in  the  reflection.

he  meets  her  gaze  in  the  mirror  and  hums  in  satisfaction,  pressing  a  soft  kiss  to  her  neck  as  his  fingers  slowly  slide  into  her  cunt,  slipping  in  so  easily  because  of  her  slick.  “you’re  a  good  girl,”  he  murmurs  into  her  ear,  their  eyes  meeting  through  his  reflection  again  as  he  slowly  pumps  his  fingers  in  and  out  of  her.  he  can  feel  her  wetness  against  the  palm  of  his  hand,  both  fingers  filling  her  up.  “look  how  sexy  you  are...”  his  touch  moves  across  her  belly,  palm  sliding  across  her  skin  until  he’s  between  her  legs,  pressing  his  fingertips  against  her  clit  and  letting  their  combined  movements  stimulate  her.  his  other  hand  works  at  her  hole,  completely  inside  of  her  and  curling  his  fingers  a  little  to  try  and  hit  the  right  spot.  “can  you  fall  apart  for  me?”  he  lets  his  tongue  trace  her  skin,  pressing  the  tip  to  the  crook  of  her  neck  and  then  dragging  it  upward,  his  eyes  fluttering  shut  for  a  moment  as  he  tastes  her.  his  fingers  pick  up  the  pace,  fucking  her  harder  and  faster,  listening  to  how  wet  she  sounds  in  the  quiet  of  the  room.

licking  his  lips,  his  dark  eyes  flicker  back  to  the  mirror  to  make  sure  she’s  still  watching.  he  starts  to  pull  his  fingers  out  of  her,  letting  her  see  how  soaked  she  is  for  him  before  he  pushes  them  in  again.  “see  how  good  you  are?”

[spiritroth]

ofdecode / padme.

“does it?” she purrs in response, hand moving against the length of him. she likes the way he falls apart for her, just barely having to touch him completely and it makes her feel as though he really belongs to her in this moment, that he’s really hers because of this effect she seems to have over him and his body. she’s sighing against his lips, kissing him deeper as she moans into his mouth, giving him a light squeeze. “you like it when i touch you?” she allows him to pull his boxers down the rest of the way, breaking the kiss as brown eyes flicker towards his exposed hardness. it’s kind of hard to believe she’s doing this with him right now, that he looks this good like this. it’s so hard to feel guilty or remorseful about her actions when the guy in front of her was so perfect. she allows her hand to wrap around him again, this time really touching him as she leans back in to kiss him slowly, sighing against his lips as she deepens it a little but only for a moment before he’s breaking it again. padme lifts her arms, allowing him to discard her shirt, blushing out of embarrassment when it gets caught. “not very sexy…” she manages to mumble just before he kisses her nose. it makes her heart leap a little, feeling overwhelmed for a moment. she hadn’t been with a lot of people, some of it was casual but even the more serious relationships she couldn’t remember someone taking so much love and care, even a simple act like kissing her on the nose like that. she’s almost lost in the thought of thinking about how she was definitely falling for him when he speaks up again, fingers had found the claps of her bra and she nods slowly, kind of shyly as her eyes flicker to avoid his stare.

her  reaction  to  when  he  kisses  her  nose  makes  him  smile  a  little,  lips  turning  up  at  the  corners  and  kind  of  blushing  because  he  likes  her  so  much.  “it  is  sexy...”  he  purrs,  allowing  his  fingers  to  undo  the  clasp  on  her  bra  and  then  yank  it  off.

she’s  so  pretty  that  it  takes  his  breath  away,  with  her  perfect  body  and  tits.  he  wants  her  so  badly  that  it’s  hard  to  believe  she’s  even  real,  those  dark  eyes  flickering  away  from  his  like  she’s  shy.  he  cups  her  jaw  to  press  a  kiss  to  her  lips,  slow  and  sweet  as  his  eyes  flutter  shut.  his  other  hand  traces  her  bare  body,  long  fingers  tickling  her  waist  and  then  brushing  further  up  until  he’s  softly  dragging  his  touch  over  her  breast.  lips  breaking  from  hers,  he  cups  her  tit,  massaging  softly  as  he  gazes  into  her  eyes  again,  noses  brushing  together  and  his  forehead  pressed  to  hers.  “i  want  to  taste..”

lowering  himself,  his  hands  slide  across  her  sides,  clutching  her  waist  as  he  moves  down.  pushing  her  back  so  she’s  laying  reclined  on  the  couch,  he  leans  close  to  her,  his  hand  still  clutching  her  bare  waist  as  he  starts  to  press  kisses  to  her  chest.  slowly  dragging  his  lips  down,  he  presses  a  lewd  kiss  to  her  nipple,  soft  and  wet  as  dark  eyes  flicker  up  to  meet  hers.  “your  boyfriend  doesn’t  get  you  wet  anymore?”  he  hums,  lips  still  brushing  against  her  nipple.  “do  you  think  about  me  so  he  doesn’t  notice?”  he  presses  his  tongue  to  her  soft  skin,  slowly  licking  it  and  covering  it  with  saliva.

[spiritroth]

ofdecode / artemis.

“cool? i don’t know about that…i spend most of my time here or at the beach and i barely have a social life.” she’s not bothered by it though, she’s not big on going out too much, she liked to keep busy when she had to be but she liked to relax when she had the chance. plus she’s pretty positive nobody is too cool for gabriel, she couldn’t remember the last time girls weren’t fighting for his attention when they came in…sometimes even more than they wanted to play with the cats.  “it’s not that hard you just need a little practice that’s all…” it was kind of hard but she didn’t wanna discourage him either, he was smart and talented as it was. once he got hang of this? he’d probably be unstoppable. she gets to work, trying not to notice how close he was as his arm grazes against hers. she liked it though, she just felt a little nervous which made it hard to focus on the milk and the whole…teaching him thing he seemed so determined to learn during a storm. “okay to be fair mr.whiskers is like my best friend so that doesn’t count…and my point still stands. you’re really good at this job, i haven’t met a cat who doesn’t adore you and you always seem excited to be here.” she shrugs. “lots of customers are excited to see you too…you’re like the new it boy of all their cafe romance dreams.”

“i  wouldn’t  know,”  he  says  sheepishly.  “i’m  more  introverted  than  you.”  he  avoids  people  more  than  he  should,  preferring  to  have  that  time  to  his  art.  he  likes  working  on  it  in  the  cafe,  though,  feeling  more  inspired  when  he’s  around  the  cats.  he’s  thankful  to  artemis  every  day  for  the  job,  making  things  a  lot  easier  now  that  he  has  a  safe  space  like  this.

he  watches  her  work  with  admiration,  kind  of  shy  to  be  this  close  to  her.  he  should  be  used  to  it  now,  but  it’s  hard  to  ignore  how  cute  she  is.  “i  can’t  believe  mr.  whiskers  has  secured  the  bestie  position  before  me..,”  he  jokes,  soft  smile  as  he  looks  up  at  her  shyly.  “we  should  hang  out  on  the  beach.  i  could  bring  books  or  something..  and  my  guitar.”  he  really  likes  her  and  it’s  kind  of  a  shame  they  haven’t  seen  each  other  much  outside  of  work  yet.

it  makes  him  kind  of  embarrassed  how  she  points  out  that  their  customers  like  him,  feeling  his  cheeks  heat  up.  “i  really  like  this  job  and  i’m  kind  of  a  little  obsessed  with  you  for  helping  me  get  it.”  and  because  she’s  beautiful  and  sweet,  but  that’s  besides  the  point.  he  smiles  a  little  at  her  words,  mulling  them  over.  “you  really  think  they  like  me?”  he’s  a  little  surprised  at  the  idea  of  girls  taking  interest  in  him,  not  used  to  positive  attention.

[spiritroth]

spiritadams / imogen.

his touch is soothing, smooth against her soft skin but it also turns her on, how close he is and the way his lips had felt against her soft skin drives her crazy. she’s trying to be frustrated, hating the way she looks but he always knows just the way to make those emotions feel impossible with the way he touches her skin and tells her how he feels for her. she drops her gaze, still not wanting to look at herself in her reflection as her soft pout struggles to remain on her lips with his sweet words. how can she argue with him? “so you don’t feel unattracted to me at all? cause i also read that some guys feel less attracted to woman after she gets pregnant.” she needed to stop researching things she knows will upset her but she had too much time one her hands most nights with being pregnant and all. before, she’d probably be out with her friends but lately she doesn’t even like leaving the house much cause she knows eyes will all be on her and her pregnancy. she chuckles a little deflated when he calls her belly sexy, shaking her head a little. “you’re gonna have to help me with that a lot more since she’s growing so much.” imogen hummed. she lets out a soft purr when he kisses her ear, eyes fluttering a little as her head falls to the side. his touch making her shiver having to bite down on her lower lip. “fuck…” word slips out on accident, lips parting a little. “i’m not a goddess.” she laughs a little, it was such high praise making her chest flutter some, even more as his fingers brush down between her legs, stroking her damping panties. one thing about being pregnant she seemed to get turned on a lot easier and wetter a lot faster, biting down on her lower lip as she smiles. “i don’t think me being yorus was ever a question, baby or no baby.”

he  continues  to  massage  her  cunt  with  his  fingers,  rolling  soft  circles  up  and  down  as  he  presses  his  lips  to  her  neck  in  another  soft  kiss.  that  pout  is  still  on  her  cute  face  and  he  looks  at  her  the  whole  time  he  touches  her,  kind  of  getting  off  on  how  perfect  and  beautiful  she  is.  he  can  feel  how  hard  he  is  just  from  rubbing  her  alone,  fingers  gently  running  along  her  dampening  panties,  hand  slipped  under  her  dress  and  between  her  spread  thighs.

“if  anything,  i’m  even  more  attracted  to  you  than  normal...”  his  fingers  roll  over  her  clothed  clit,  rubbing  gently  as  he  presses  more  kisses  to  the  soft  skin  of  her  neck.  “men  are  fucked  up,”  he  says  gently,  his  other  hand  grazing  over  her  belly  affectionately.  “i  can’t  explain  why  they’d  be  unattracted  to  that  because  i  personally  don’t  get  it,  but...  i  can  promise  you  that’s  not  an  issue  here.  i’m  harder  right  now  than  i’ve  ever  been  in  my  life.”  he  kisses  her  neck  gently  and  slowly  this  time,  wetting  it  with  his  saliva  and  swirling  his  tongue  over  it  teasingly.

imogen  shivers  and  curses  in  his  arms  and  it  only  turns  him  on  more,  slightly  rubbing  against  her  to  get  himself  off  as  a  moan  falls  from  his  lips,  muffled  against  her  neck.  “yeah...  you’re  so  beautiful  it’s  kind  of  unrealistic.”  he  caresses  her  belly,  other  hand  squeezing  her  pussy  as  he  rubs  it.  “i  didn’t  say  it  was  a  question...  i  said  i  wanted  people  to  know.  they  see  you  and  know  that  i  fucked  you  and  you’re  all  mine.”  his  words  are  too  possessive,  his  long  fingers  starting  to  push  her  panties  aside,  revealing  her  soaking  cunt.  he  looks  at  her  in  the  mirror  as  he  dips  them  into  her  wet  folds,  just  barely  tracing  her  heat  and  starting  to  slide  inside  of  her  hole.  “i  won’t  fuck  you  unless  you  look  at  how  beautiful  you  are,”  he  purrs  into  her  ear,  nibbling  at  her  earlobe  again  as  his  fingers  gently  slide  in  and  out  of  her  entrance,  playing  with  it.

[worldgiveway]

[spiritroth]

spiritadams ╲ imogen.

she sighs, reluctantly letting him tug her away from the mirror and into the much more comfortable space that was his lap. her body still facing the mirror as her little pout stays strong. imogen knows it’s not really rational, but it’s not supposed to be, it’s hard not to get inside her own head sometimes especially thinking about how much she hates not being able to fit into any of her old clothes anymore.  “so i look big…” she says dramatically despite her mind knowing exactly what he meant her anxiety doesn’t want to hear or understand it. his hands circling over her stomach felt nice though, his kiss to her neck felt even nicer. imogen doesn’t know how she got so lucky, why he loved her so much. here she was acting like a crazy person and he was whispering in her ear that he still thought she was sexy, making her cheeks flush. “how could you possibly think i look sexy right now? was i sexy when i almost died trying to get socks on this morning? or the fact i already have to buy new clothes because this baby decided she wants to grow so much.” imogen loved being pregnant, despite the…shittiness of everything else around it like the other people at school calling her names or just the overall stress of their future she wouldn’t take her baby back for the world even more so she was lucky enough to share it with gabriel. she shivers a little, his hand moving down to push open her legs, biting down her lip with a still rather pouty expression on her face his touch still felt nice, making her a little hot especially with his lips pressed to her ear whispering in filth. “do you really mean it?” she mumbles, breath a little shaky. “do you really think this is sexy?” she says as her gaze falls a little.

a  soft  smile  tugs  at  his  lips,  trying  not  to  be  amused  and  failing.  she’s  adorable  with  her  comment  about  the  socks  incident,  that  cute  pout  still  etched  onto  her  features.  he  never  minds  helping  her  get  dressed--  in  fact  he  kind  of  enjoys  it,  loving  to  help  her  get  ready  for  the  day  and  brush  out  her  soft  hair.

his  palms  still  on  her  thighs,  he  rubs  at  her  skin,  his  nose  brushing  against  her  ear  as  his  gaze  flickers  to  the  mirror,  making  eye  contact  with  her  there.  “you  look  beautiful,”  he  insists,  ignoring  her  comment  about  her  belly  being  big.  “i  liked  helping  you  with  your  socks...  i  think  your  belly  is  cute.  and  sexy.”  it’s  true  that  imogen  is  cute  and  sexy  all  the  time  so  this  isn’t  really  an  exception,  but  it’s  almost  like  pregnancy  suits  her  specifically.

he  nods,  pressing  a  soft  kiss  to  her  ear.  nibbling  at  her  earlobe  and  then  taking  it  between  his  lips,  he  sucks  at  it  a  little,  his  palms  sliding  up  and  down  her  soft  thighs.  licking  his  lips,  he  answers  her,  voice  a  soft  purr  in  her  ear.  “i  love  how  it  looks...  and  i  love  how  you  wear  pregnancy,  like  you’re  glowing.  you  look  like  a  goddess.”  one  hand  slowly  slips  between  her  legs,  slotting  against  her  clothed  cunt.  he  rubs  softly,  pressing  a  kiss  beneath  her  ear.  “and  when  we’re  together,  everyone  knows  you’re  mine.”

[gavethestars-deactivated2023012]

＊— 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 & 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞-𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜. 20+ 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮. 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 & 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 - 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮.

[spiritroth]

＊— 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 / 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 / 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝. 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖. 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

[h-y-p-n-o-d-i-c-k-deactivated20]

[spiritroth]

spiritadams ╲ imogen.

she’s aware she probably seems like a huge dork right now, it’s just a room and here she is feeling as though she stepped into the most wonderful place on earth and to an extent it was…because it was his space, his space that he was willing to share with her for just a moment and it made her feel weirdly special. she liked how everything in here just radiated gabriel, every little item inside was gabriel and she loved every bit of it. brown eyes flicker towards hum his suggestion making her face light up as she beams just a little. “cuddle? — i feel like the only weird thing about it is that you’d wanna wait till after the movie. i’ll need something to hide my face in when there’s a jumpscare.” she felt a little dorky trying to flirt with him, realizing she wasn’t really good at it but she did kind of like the idea of being in his arms, feeling safe in his warmth and sweet scent. she listens to him talk about it, shaking her head almost instantly when he says it’s weird. “i don’t think it sounds pretentious or weird…i think it’s sweet that you have a way to express yourself through art and music. most guys punch holes through their bedroom walls so…” she says kind of jokingly as she hums. “maybe one day you can play something for me if you feel comfortable enough at least.” she wanted to know everything there was to know about him, the things he wanted to share at least. he was the most interesting person she’s ever met and she just wanted to know what he was like. “too pretty for you? have you looked into a mirror lately? you’re like the hottest guy in milwood…” she pauses realizing the words kind of slipped out. “sorry…but it’s true. you’re really handsome and a lot of girls would probably kill to be in your room right now.” she teases. “are you sure?” his question takes her by surprise, watching him pluck one of the squishmallow’s from his shelf. it was actually kind of cute, the fact he collected them, some of them didn’t even match the mostly gothic seeming aesthetic he had going on which made it even cuter. he picks the pink one but all she can think about is how much she likes the way he smiles as she listens to him speak a shy chuckle leaving her lips. “you’re so sweet…thank you.” she reaches out for it, letting her hand gently brush his as she brings the stuffed animal into her hold. it was cute and pink, it even had a strawberry on it’s body which she loved because she loved strawberries as they were currently decorated on her collar. “but now i kind of feel bad because this is the second thing you’ve given me and i still have yet to give you anything back…” she says. in fairness she only borrowed the book but still, it seemed he was always doing sweet things for her. imogen pauses for a moment before gathering the courage as she quickly leans up to press a soft kiss to his cheek, cheeks flushed as she smiles shyly. “i uh…sorry i couldn’t help it…i just — “ she takes a deep breath as her shy smile grows somehow even shower. “i just really like you.”

he  feels  so  shy  around  imogen  but  especially  now,  with  her  sweet  words  about  wanting  to  cuddle  and  listen  to  his  music.  she  seems  genuinely  interested  and  it  makes  him  kind  of  giddy,  like  a  little  kid  with  a  crush  or  something.  “o-or  we  could  cuddle  now...  and  you  could  sit  in  my  lap  while  i  play.”  he  imagines  his  arms  around  her,  hands  on  the  guitar.  it’d  be  soothing,  doing  what  he  loves  with  someone  as  amazing  as  her  sitting  in  his  grasp  and  enjoying  it  as  much  as  he  is.

he’s  kind  of  surprised  when  she  insists  he’s  hot,  saying  he’s  the  hottest  one  in  their  school  like  it’s  a  fact.  gabriel  has  never  thought  he’s  ugly  but  he’s  never  seen  anything  special  and  most  certainly  not  looks  that  could  rival  everyone  else  at  millwood.  it’s  kind  of  her  to  say  and  it  also  makes  his  face  hot,  knowing  that  she  thinks  so  highly  of  his  looks.  “then  i  guess  i’m  lucky  that  the  prettiest  girl  decided  to  pay  me  a  visit.”  she  really  is  the  most  beautiful  girl  at  their  school,  lighting  up  every  room  she  walks  into  with  her  gorgeous  smile  and  perfect  sense  of  style.  “but  seriously,  you  don’t  have  to  apologize...”  if  anything  he  wants  to  hear  more  of  her  praise  and  he  feels  like  he  needs  it.

her  hand  brushing  his  makes  his  stomach  flutter,  gaze  averting  a  little  in  shyness  as  she  hugs  the  plushie.  it  looks  even  cuter  in  her  grasp,  next  to  her  shining  face.  he’s  about  to  tell  her  not  to  feel  bad  and  insist  that  he  wants  her  to  have  it  when  she  leans  forward,  causing  his  thought  process  to  come  to  a  halt  as  her  lips  press  gently  against  his  cheek.  it  makes  his  heart  race,  face  tingling  where  she  kissed  and  then  spreading  throughout  his  entire  body.  it’s  hard  not  to  feel  that  desire  for  her,  wanting  her  so  badly,  especially  when  she  looks  up  at  him  all  shyly  after  kissing  him.  “i...”  he’s  speechless,  so  in  love  with  her  that  it’s  hard  to  breathe.  he  can  still  feel  her  mouth  against  his  cheek,  stuck  in  the  memory  of  how  it  felt.  he  needs  more.

fingers  gently  grasping  her  chin,  he  tilts  her  face  up,  his  dark  eyes  drinking  in  her  pretty  features.  leaning  in,  he  softly  brushes  his  lips  against  hers,  eyes  fluttering  shut  as  he  gently  kisses  her.