fem!reader. 1681 words. mdni
WARNINGS. 18+ only! kinda make up sex (no actual sex btw) body worship, some foot kissing (it's hot sue me. no toe stuff though, that's not for me) body kissing, tit stuff, love bites/ hickeys. moon system
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A perk of dating Marc, meant you were dating three men in one. The downside of that, meant you were dating three men in one; all with their own personality and dislikes, tendencies specific and particular to the alter.
One your part, it takes a lot of effort — a lot of time and energy to learn of the ins and outs of who decides to front, to understand the differences in their purposes and intentions alike. That may sound selfish, to think that you're the one that struggles to deal with a loved ones disorder. Though its only because you put so much into understanding them, that you'd wished they'd all take the time to do the same with you.
Granted, Steven does it naturally. Jake doesn't front regularly, and Marc is simply too detached from reality to even notice what's in front of him.
Understanding their condition, you make effort to take things lightly, trying to give them the benefit of the doubt as things are likely to get lost in translation between the four of you combined.
You had an event for work tonight and wanted one of the boys to join you for the evening, keep you company and escort you throughout the boring, compulsory dinner. It was a duty you expected from a boyfriend, well it wasn't a duty at all, just something that comes with dating, you thought.
You had given all three alters notice weeks in advance, informing them of the date, time and place, hoping they would meet you there if they'd ever lost track of whereabouts. You had even put the invite on the fridge, along with various post-its incase it went unnoticed or forgotten.
So inevitably it hurt to sit alone at a table full of peers and their partners. It stung so much that you feigned illness just to go home early.
Making your way into the apartment, you see the TV had been left on, white light illuminating around the dark space. You thought that was fault of you, but then you see one of your boys on the couch, fast asleep.
You still for a moment, deciding which way you wanted to play this. The draught from the hallway outside catches the door and makes it slam shut — the universe seeming to make your decision for you..lpp\
He awakes with a jolt, face soft and eyes blown huge from his scare. Steven.
That just made it harder to stay angry. You could never be angry at Steven. If anything, he was the last person you should be mad at, you knew he wouldn't have forgotten about tonight.
"Hiya, love," he says. "You gave me a fright, you did," he laughs, the noise awkward, somewhat uncomfortable.
"Mhm," you reply, making a hum in your throat to save yourself from talking.
"You alright?" he asks, standing from the sofa to make his way to you.
You cock your head, blindsided. He really had no idea.
He takes a moment, looking over you, seeming to notice by the fancy dress you wear.
"No," his head falls to the side, guilt plastered on his face. "I told them it was tonight, but none of them listened to me."
You raise your brows in faux shock and give Steven a tight lipped smile as you walk past him and into the bedroom in the next room over. You take a seat at the edge of the bed and begin undoing your shoes, ridding yourself of the wretched heels you'd sworn matched your dress best.
He follows after you, he always does, and lingers in the doorframe like you did just a few moments prior.
Your eyes are cast down, completely unaware of Steven's gaze locked into one of the many mirrors in your shared flat.
"Steven, it's fine, really. It's just been a long, boring night—" you let out an exasperated sigh and peer up to the man now standing at the foot of the bed, expression vastly different to the sweet, soft one from a moment before.
You wait for him to speak, waiting to see who it was, Jake or Marc. They're so similar, the only slight differentiation within the eyes and brows.
"¿Cariño?" he calls, voice gentle in that way that's only reserved for you and you alone. Jake.
You give him a hum as you drop your heels onto the floor, repeating the noise you gave Steven a moment ago. He's a man of few words, so you knew never to expect much from him. Action, however is a very different story.
He makes his way around the bed to you, to you still in your seat at the edge. Jake kneels, grasping onto one of your hands as he does so. Pressing a kiss into your palm, he peers up at you, trying to sweeten you up with the attempt of softening his usual hare-brained gaze. His head tilts slightly, and he turns to another mirror — seemingly lost for a moment before someone else takes his place.
Steven. Most obviously.
"Does Marc not want to see me?" you ask, giving Steven's hand a squeeze.
He shakes his head and stands, moving to sit beside you; keeping your hand in his. "He knows he's buggered it all up. He feels awful."
You offer him a small, genuine smile and look into the mirror in front, hoping to reach Marc. "He should," you jest.
He was the one you were hoping to front most if he'd come to the dinner. He was the one you wanted to accompany you. It may be wrong to have a favourite, especially with such varying qualities between all three of them, but without Marc, there wouldn't be a Steven or a Jake. He was the one you fell in love with first, so naturally you gravitated towards him most.
The one you also let off the hook far too often as a result.
Steven stills, eyes trailing off into the mirror on the dresser. And in Steven's place takes a guilt-torn Marc, hands still entwined in yours despite the changes in all three alters. Their shared common similarity being their love for you.
Twenty-some minutes have passed and forgiveness and apologies were made, a natural, unplanned repositioning on the bed following after said chat. By now you're laying lengthwise along the mattress, body bare with hands at your sides. Marc sits on his knees by your feet, one of your legs lifted.
He holds under your knee carefully, supporting the weight of it as his other hand clasps the underside of your foot, holding it close so he can pepper kisses into the top of it. As if he's trying to make up for his wrong doings by worshipping that of what touches the ground.
His kisses trail upwards, wrapping around the ankle so he can resume the line up your calf — giving his attention to something that would've otherwise, usually been missed.
The worshipping of your body resumes in slow pace, kisses and touches cascading up and around your legs until he reaches your thighs, movement far slower now as if to savour something of yours he favours most. Marc paws at your thighs, forearms supporting his weight as he lays between your thighs, the backs of your legs resting on his shoulders and down his upper back.
He entraps himself between your thighs, nose skimming your cunt though his interest remains locked on the thighs that suffocate him. He presses kisses and suckles into the inners of each one, marking them with his love and lips; small patches bruised into your skin in multitudes.
As he itches upwards —skimming along the crease of your cunt and to your stomach— your legs part and fall to the side, better accommodating him as he nestles between your now fully spread thighs. Marc firmly holds the sides of you, hands slot into your waist as he litters kisses in a line up your stomach, leaving behind a trail of wet, darkened markings. He pauses between the bottom of your ribs, lips hovering above the patch of skin that resides there.
He waits for a moment, waiting for Steven to front as it's known he has a particular liking towards your chest. Steven takes Marc's place a few short seconds later, and pokes his head upwards, eager to see your face, even if it's only for a short moment. And when he lowers, he nestles his face between your tits, lips pressed to your sternum as he too sears in gentle markings into your skin.
Steven circles around one of your tits, kisses swirling inwards and toward your nipple; like each kiss was slowly getting closer and closer to the pebbled, hard nub at the centre. His tongue flickers over it a few times, muscle laid flat as he then wraps his lips around it, sucking on it briefly. He pulls back and gives similar attention to the other, ensuring either one is in reciprocation of equal love.
He peppers either with kisses, dotting markings around your tits until he reaches the area of skin below your collarbone, ready to switch to Jake; allowing him a turn with you. In which he virtually wastes no time at all, latching himself to the side of your throat, searing kisses, each one more desperate than the last, each one longer in duration than the one before.
Jake's as gentle as he knows, emphasising his care with something so delicate of yours. Your neck. He makes effort, balancing his internal, undeniable, copious amounts of want with something fragile; trying not to get too ahead of himself as he begins to litter the surrounding area of your throat with love bites.
You slide your hands up his back, slotting them behind his neck as your fingers itch upwards into the curly dark hair at the back — getting lost in who is who. Losing yourself in the three men you love, that all love you back; allowing yourself to receive their care and attention as they worship your body beneath them.
MCU Jake Lockley x female reader (hints of Steven Grant and Marc Spector)
Summary: You and Jake Lockley have been in a happy relationship for a few months now. However, there are still certain milestones in your relationship that haven't been accomplished yet. You are waiting for the right moment for your boyfriend about your hairy little secret. Meanwhile, Jake is trying to find a way to tell you about his own secret life. Not as a vigilante but as an alter to an individual/part of a system. This leads both of you to worry about not being enough for the other when that isn’t the case at all.
A/N: Reader is intended to be written as someone who is new to being a werewolf. Though, it can also be read as if she were born with being one as well.
Another successful date between you and your boyfriend: Jake Lockley. The taxi driver that speaks Spanish and has saved you one too many times when you needed a ride to get to and from places in a hectic city.
While Jake may have been silent the first few times you entered his vehicle, he mainly muttered a greeting, got you to and from somewhere, and said his goodbyes in that order.
Though somewhere along the way, he started asking you about your day, how that book you were reading was, and more than that it started to lead to a genuine relationship built between the two of you as you sat in front with him (a luxury rarely available to just any passenger).
It was soon after those acts that Jake invited you to hangout somewhere outside of being a passenger princess in his taxi. To which you happily agreed to and have since been in a relationship with.
When Jake’s cab finally stops at the front of your house, you take off your seatbelt about to leave when your boyfriend puts a hand up to prevent you from doing so, so that he can get out of the car and come around to open the door for you.
Despite once arguing that he didn’t need to do so, Jake would say that he can’t have his passenger princess opening her own doors when he’s around. Knowing Jake wouldn’t let this go, you decide to indulge him. Letting him treat you like a princess and you trying to be a good girlfriend by offering to cook and bake for him on some date nights as well as tell him how much of a sweetheart he is, resulting in him blushing and mumbling that it’s not true.
As the two of you make it to the front door of your house when you turn to face Jake. “I had such a great time tonight, Jake. That restaurant you took us to was amazing.”
The male smirks. “I’m glad you had such a great time, Princessa. That’s part of the plan. Gotta treat my girl well, don’t I? Otherwise, I’d be a terrible boyfriend.”
You giggle. “If I’m being completely honest, I never thought I would have the opportunity to eat French food. I only figured that French food consisted of croissants and snails.”
“A common misconception, cariño,” Jake says, smiling down at you.
There is silence between the two of you before the two of you pressing your lips against one another, kissing one another. As the kiss progresses, Jake’s tongue starts to penetrate through your lips. Despite the growing heat, you start to panic and pull away.
“Babe, my breath smells from the French food,” you face flushed with embarrassment.
Jake smirked. “So, we’re embracing the French way of life.”
As the two of you start to lean into one another’s embrace, you feel yourself becoming more turned on by Jake. Causing the inner wolf in you to start clawing its way through and out into the open.
Worried you might wolf out in front of your boyfriend, whom you haven’t had the opportunity to talk to your boyfriend about your “little hairy problem”, you pull away again from the heated make out session.
“Can we take a rain check on this, babe?” You say as you are working to gather your thoughts. “It’s getting late, and I know you have that upcoming mission?”
Through the confusion, Jake nods as his face goes to its usual smirk that often comes around you. “Of course, mi amor. Always so thoughtful for your novio.”
Jake brings your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to them. “Stay out of trouble until I get back.”
Now you are the one to smirk at him. “I should be the one telling you that, Fist of Khonshu.”
You blow kisses his way, which he grabs dramatically, and puts them into his jacket pocket.
Once you unlock the front door and lock it, before letting out a sigh of relief.
“That was a close one,” you say to yourself. Who’d have thought that there were more ways to get a wolf to wolf out besides a full moon? Though, who can resist a man like your boyfriend with his smoldering good looks, his mysterious personality, and his surprising gentleness when around you just to name a few things.
While you planned on telling your boyfriend about your “hairy problem” but had no idea how to go about saying it.
Who would accept a girlfriend with a hairy little problem? You mused sadly.
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Once Jake sees you make it safely into your home, he starts to drive away. His mind starts to wander back to the events that occurred not too long ago.
What happened tonight? Did I make y/n uncomfortable? Did he misread the signs that he thought she was giving him?
Perhaps it’s the fact that you’re hiding the two men living in your head, yeah? A voice says.
Ugh, Jake groans internally. This is the last thing Jake needs right now. A lecture from Steven.
We can hear you, you know, Marc pipes in.
What do you two want? Jake says aloud.
We’re worried about you, mate, Steven says. Things seem to be getting serious with y/n, aren’t they?
Jake looks in the rear-view mirror to see Steven. “Where are you going with this, hermano?”
You have to tell her about this, Steven starts. About this system, Marc and I. Look, y/n is crazy about you as you are her. She deserves to know about this. Especially if she’s to share a life with you.
The cab stops in front of their apartment. Once he puts the vehicle into park, Jake sighs. “That’s the big question, isn’t it? Who’d want to stay around with someone whose life is being shared with by others?”
It’s Marc’s turn to step in. I can see this girl is different from everyone. She could have run the instant you told her about your… our extracurricular activities…and her response was asking of your well-being. Indicating she’s not planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
After a moment of silence, Marc continues. Don’t do what I once did and hide everything to the point of no return. You like her. Steven and I like her. We’re with you in this.
This causes Jake to smile. Never once did he think he’d be made for more than being the protective part of their system. “You two are the best hermanos a bastard like me could ask for, you know that.”
The two head mates try to shrug off Jake’s compliments before they make a plan about how to go about the big reveal once they get back from one of Khonshu’s missions.
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Several days later….
It’s been about a week and a half since you last saw Jake. The longest you have gone without seeing one another.
Since the heated session you had with Jake, your wolf instincts have been out of whack. Luckily, you were able to make arrangements to work from home for the time being, but it was still hard keeping to yourself.
You hear another ping on your phone. You view your phone to see another sweet text message from Jake regarding your sudden illness. He mentioned something about coming by to bring takeout to spend the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling.
The thought made you smile. However, you shake your head. Knowing that this can’t happen because you can’t see him right now. Not until this passes and you are able to confess the truth about your affliction.
Therefore, you text him back. Mentioning that you still aren’t feeling good and need time to recover from it.
Within a few seconds, Jake texts you back that he completely understands and wishes you well.
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Moments after…
Jake sighs in sadness after seeing the kissing emoji you texted him. He feels bad that you still aren’t feeling well. If only he could do something to make you feel better.
After a few seconds of thinking, Jake gets the idea to still bring you a care package that's filled with your favorite things.
She’ll love it, Jake thinks to himself. Plus, it’ll allow him a few minutes to be able to see your gorgeous face. Sick or not.
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A few hours later…
As Jake walks up to your front door, he hears a lot of clanking and crashing from behind it. The sounds cause him to hold his breath.
What's going on in there? Is y/n okay? Jake wonders to himself, thoughts that are mirrored by his head mates.
When he tries to ring the doorbell and call out your name, he is met with the sounds from before only increasing.
Already thinking the worst, Jake puts on his ceremonial suit and puts all his body weight against your front door to try and open it. After two attempts, he is finally able to get it open.
As he looks at the disheveled shape of your living room, couch cushions destroyed as well as some household appliances destroyed, Jake becomes only more determined to face whatever it may be in this house if it meant you were safe.
Hearing your distressed moans, Jake follows the sound. Moving towards the direction of a room that he assumes to be your own.
Jake sees you through the crack of the door, naked and writhing. Seeing you in this state, he thinks the worst and runs to your side. Grabbing a blanket from God knows where and wrapping you into it before taking you into his arms, kissing your forehead and giving you reassurance.
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“…So you see, I had no idea how to tell you about this as I thought you’d either think I was crazy or not want to be with someone that sheds.”
As the words leave your mouth, you are looking into Jake’s unreadable face. Wondering what’s going through his mind and if this will be what ends your relationship to its brutal demise.
Instead, you are shocked by Jake bringing both your hands to his lips and kissing them.
“Princessa, you think a bit of hair is going to scare us away? We love you and want to help you through this time no matter what.”
You smile at Jake’s words as well as the way his thumbs comfortingly rub both your hands. However, something pops into your mind.
“Wait a minute… What do you mean "us”? You ask, accentuating the latter word with both your pointer and forefingers.
This causes Jake to smirk.
By the end of the night, you and Jake (as well as Steven and Marc) have got to have your night in after all. Now there are no secrets or insecurities between anyone.
Although you didn't enjoy asking for help with things like this, you knew your boyfriend was the right person for your history assignment.
Unfortunately, remembering dates was your kryptonite.
"I'll explain it to you, okay?" He put on his glasses, and you sighed.
How were you supposed to concentrate when he looked like that?
You watched him go to his room and return with at least six different books in his arms.
And you pushed your chair so close that your shoulders touched.
It started well; you were understanding the timeline from prehistory to the Middle Ages.
However, you didn't take into account that once Steven started talking about his hyperfixations, he didn't stop.
By the second hour, you weren't sure if you were still retaining anything, so you did what your instinct dictated.
You slid down your chair and Steven didn't even notice.
Until after a few seconds when the words caught in his throat when he felt your hand on his baggy jeans.
"Love?" It came out strangled almost.
You were on your knees on the floor in front of him.
"Keep reading."
He obediently lifted his hips to let you lower his pants.
You collected a glob of saliva in your mouth before licking along his erection, he still had his underwear on.
The sudden chill from the damp cloth made him shiver.
"Th-Then, let's get into the topic of feudalism."
By the time you pulled his boxers down, Steven was so hard his cock snapped against his abdomen.
Poor baby Steven, he was so sensitive that the brush of the fabric of his sweater made him moan.
It gave him some relief.
“It was a set of…” a sigh. “Legal and military costumes in mediev-ah, fuck.”
You liked when he cursed.
Your tongue licked the length of him again, and Steven gave you more room by spreading his legs a little more.
“Medieval Europe.” He managed to say. “You remember we talked about i-it, huh, love? The beginning of…”
His head was already inside your mouth and Steven swore he could hear the force with which you were sucking.
“Of the medieval era.” You said after you pulled him out with a little 'pop' from your lips.
His fingers wrapped around yours, forcing you to hold him more firmly.
Steven almost sobbed when without warning you leaned forward.
You could feel it in your throat, but you didn't give him a break, instead you tapped his thigh twice inviting him to continue.
"Yes! Y-Yeah, yes, ahh-. T-The medieval era.” You couldn't see him but he already had his eyes closed. “It was between… Mhmm.”
Who was he trying to fool? He couldn't resist you.
And when he gave up, you made your move.
Bobbing your head up and down for him.
Slow, until his hand was placed on your head, pulling you down hard.
Your nose was brushing against his lower tummy.
And the gagging caused the muscles of your throat to squeeze harder for periods of seconds.
He didn't give you rest even when he came.
“J-Just like that, love.” His voice broke as his whole body shivered. “Swallow it. A-Ah-t-take it, it's all for you."
Steven wasn't that talkative in sex but… He always lost control when it came to you sucking him off.
And you obeyed, swallowing every last drop of his warm, delicious cum.
He remained with his back against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, his hand still in your hair.
She was breathing hard, her curls falling over her forehead.
And his cock was still twitching slightly.
The mere image was obscene.
"Love?" It cost him more than he would like to recover.
"Yes, Steven?"
"Why don't you take a nap while I finish this?"
Marc.
"I beg you."
"No."
"Marc?"
"No."
"Please?"
"I said no."
You had been following him around the house for about 5 hours. Usually, you had no trouble completing your responsibilities from start to finish, but on days like today, you didn't even have the energy to turn on your laptop.
And Marc, of course, had already decided that there was no way he would help you with something like this.
In his school days, he didn't even do his own homework.
"Please, please, please."
"I said no."
After begging for the 46th time, you finally gave up. The rest of the day passed just as boringly until dinner when you took the last sip of coffee from your cup.
"I'm not going to do it." After a week of constant sleep deprivation, you decided that you could afford to sleep for 8 hours just this once.
Marc looked at you in silence for a few seconds before nodding his head.
"Let's go to sleep then."
You obeyed, and you both went hand in hand to bed. Like every night, you felt him press you against his body with both arms.
The exhaustion in your body made you give in in less than 10 minutes.
But Marc couldn't sleep.
At 12:27 in the morning, he quietly got out of bed.
And at 01:53, you woke up. The fear of not feeling your daily companion almost made you cry like a little kid.
You got up to look for him, and it wasn't difficult at all. The light from your laptop illuminated the entire dining room.
And the sound of the keys echoed through the house.
"Marc?"
"No," he replied again. Admitting such gestures was not his strong suit.
Still, he pushed the chair back to give you space, and you dragged your feet to sit on his lap.
You sat in front of the laptop and he continued typing with his arms at the sides of your body.
The least you could do was accompany him while he worked for you.
That and make sure he didn't make any mistakes.
You settled in a little jump on his lap.
And he had to take a breath.
Foolish of him not to assume you had noticed.
Another movement of your hips.
"Why don't you go sleep while I finish this?" His hoarse voice gave you a chill.
"I do not want to be alone." And it was not a lie.
With the tips of your feet you used the ground to have more control and you slowly moved again on top of him.
He growled, though you didn't know if it annoyed him to be distracted or because he liked it.
maybe both.
One hand gripped your hip, his fingers making sure you weren't able to move.
Sometimes you forgot the strength your boyfriend possessed.
"Stay." He ordered, his chin resting on your shoulder so he could see the screen.
And you, of course, with a PhD in testing Marc Spector's patience, did not comply.
You pushed yourself down, your ass pressing against his half-hardened cock.
“Shit, sweetheart.” He breathed heavily in your ear and you leaned your back against his chest.
Before you could know it, you were at his mercy.
He left the keyboard of the laptop and his two hands were placed on your hips. You knew his fingers would leave a mark, they always did.
But you didn't stop him when he began to guide your movements on top of his still clothed cock.
"You can't wait a few minutes, huh?" When your legs were on top of his, he separated them without having to use his hands.
His free hand positioned between your legs.
Every move you made on him resulted in more friction for you.
“Marc, Marc, Marc.” Your breathy voice filled the room.
He was pushing up like he was thrusting into you.
The rubbing of your clothes together began to emit heat because of the speed with which you pretended to ride him.
You both looked like teenagers with little time.
“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He growled against your neck as he nibbled at it to his liking.
Was he complaining or was it a compliment to you?
Anyway, you knew it was over when both of his hands forced you down as he emptied every last drop onto his clothes.
Your breaths echoed, unrhythmic and agitated.
"Go to sleep." He forced you to stand up. And you turned to enjoy the view. Post-orgasm Marc was always something worth admiring.
His glossy lips and red cheeks made you smile. And without meaning to, he smiled back, running a hand through his hair to push the curls away from his face.
"I'll go to bed when this is over."
Jake.
Spanish was never your strong suit.
And you knew very well that Jake was the one who could help you, but once you asked him, you knew he wouldn't stop bothering you.
He, on the other hand, was an expert in both things: speaking fluent Spanish and teasing you.
"Jake?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Can I ask you something?"
And as you suspected, he didn't leave you alone all day.
He started with innocent things, pointing to his fork and asking you. "What's this called, love?"
He even sounded like the host of a kid's show at some moments.
But when you lost your temper, Jake did too.
You stopped responding to him and playing along.
Bad idea. If your boyfriend was sure of one thing, it's that a day later you'd be crying in his arms for failing the exam, so he did what any responsible boyfriend would do.
"M-More." You said with a broken voice.
His cock was thrusting deeply into you.
His right hand smacked against your cheek.
It burned deliciously. And it was probably the fifth you received.
"¡Más!" You complained as you corrected yourself while your fingers clung to the bed.
You would have time later to scold him because the mattress was creaking as if he wanted to give up.
"Buena chica." (Good girl.) You wanted to beat the mocking smile out of him.
Even more so when he went back to the slow pace after a few seconds.
Turns out Jake had been in this game for about 40 minutes where he was fucking you to the limit and then suddenly stopping.
You wanted to burst into tears of frustration, but were you going to lie and say you weren't enjoying it?
"Más duro." (Harder.)
His own game played against him when you whispered between moans with your eyes locked on his.
For a moment you thought you had earned another slap, but instead, his hand went around your neck. You knew when he moved faster than you too you were pushing him to the limit.
Even under his body, with his hand forcing you to stay against the mattress, you managed to take control of things away from Jake just by batting your eyelashes for him.
"Más d-duro." You repeated with a broken voice.
And he obeyed.
You were so close
So close.
"Jake, please." Another slap. "¡Por favor! ¡Por favor!"
Your pleas were the straw that broke the camel's back.
"¿D-Dónde lo quieres, huh, a-ah, mierda-, princesa?" (Where do you want it, huh, princesa?)
"M-mhm, dentro." (Inside.) And he was so lost in your body expressing the pleasure you felt in so many different ways that he didn't even notice the mistake in your response.
He filled you up.
And then pushed his spend deeper with some more thrusts.
You expected him to come out right away, you both deserved a break.
Instead, he slowly moved his hip again, making you whimper.
“We still have a lot to practice.” It didn't take long for your breathing to change, you weren't even sure you could walk to school tomorrow.
Needless to say, you received an amazing grade for the cheap price of spending those two hours with your cheeks flushing red every time you read certain words.
