THAT GIRL YOU’D DIE FOR!

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NAVIGATION!

ONESHOTS.

PENN’S HOTTEST VIRGIN. [MANGIONE]

DOWN IN THE DM [2HOLLIS]

ME & U [SIB]

IN MY JERSEY [ROMMULAS]

WORKS IN PROGRESS.

LITTLE WHITE CHAPEL [CONCEAL]

NO TITLE YET… [BOYLIFE]

DISCLAIMER!

✰ Writing fics take time so I apologize if I don’t publish a lot, it just takes a lot of brain power for me because I overthink and want to make it enjoyable for my readers!

✰ I am a multifandom page, so I will be writing about my other crushes!

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IN MY JERSEY

ROMMULAS x FEM! READER

IN WHICH. Reader is obsessed with Roman’s Mexico jersey, sparking an idea.

CONTAINS. Unprotected PinV! Grinding, Handjob (M! Receiving), Soft! Dom Reader rides Roman. Reader and Roman are in a relationship.

NOTES. Thank you for the love on the Nate Sib one shot! I decided to whip this up as I had this in mind for a while and I didn’t want to let it sit in the drafts for months so I decided to make this a blurb, or at least my best attempt! Enjoy!!

“Fuck,” She breathlessly gasped against Roman’s plump lips, the man himself not stopping his not-so-silent expression of his insatiable desire. She closed her eyes once more, keeping up with him as her right arm reached for the reclining lever that laid on the side of the driver’s seat, pulling it up and watched him go down.

“Why’d you stop kissing me?” Roman furrowed his brows, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. “Had to come up for air at some point.” She smiled, pulling herself closer to his zipper, discreetly biting her lips to prevent herself from gasping as she felt him.

“I don’t give a fuck — It would’ve been a happy ending for me.” She rolled her eyes, “You’re so annoying, Rome.” She glanced down at the man in front of her, looking fine as fuck with his hair down, slightly messed up from the rough, passionate make out, his wavy hair in his face just the way she liked it.

In short, he looked like sex.

“Can I try something?” She spoke softly, her fingers reaching for the hem of her shirt, swiftly pulling upwards and off her gorgeous body.

She glanced down at him, her eyes locking onto his one clothing item that stood out to her — His Mexico jersey. She loved the combination of colors, how beautifully the red, green, and white went together, reminding her of Roman’s pride of his Mexican heritage and she absolutely loved it, Roman showing it off more and more as he got older.

“You can do anything you want, baby.” He smiled, admiring her body. She smiled back as she took off her bra, revealing her naked chest, stirring a reaction from him as he tried to adjust himself below — “Not yet, Rome.” She reached for the hem of his jersey, Roman quickly helped her pull it off, leaving him naked from the waist up.

As he was going to throw it into the backseat of his truck, she quickly leaned over to him, their chests pressed together as he froze, his large brown eyes looking into hers. He could feel the hardened peaks on her chest. It was a love-hate relationship with being under her control, hating the feeling of him not being able to do anything as he’s feeling her need for him everywhere but absolutely loving the way she looked on top.

She gave him a quick peck on his cheek, before sliding back and putting his jersey on. “I’ve always wanted to wear it…don’t you think it looks good on me?” She spoke sweetly, hooking her fingers inside her shorts and swiftly pulled them off her body, pressing her pussy against the rough denim. “You look so fucking pretty, baby… should wear my shit more often.” He muttered.

She slid herself back and forth against his zipper, the cool metal pressing nicely against her clit, making her release a small breath. “That’s it baby, use me.” He encouraged, placing his hands on her hips, keeping her there. “God, you look so fucking hot wearing my jersey — Proud to take my dick every night?”

“Fuck,” The fabric was undeniably rough, but it felt so fucking good. “I need it, Rome...” She kept going, replaying his words over and over as she sped up. Roman lifted the side of the jersey, watching her tits bounce. She briefly halted her movement, pulling herself back as she took off the button of his jeans and slid them down to his thighs along with his Calvin Klein underwear.

God, it was so pretty.

She grabbed his long pale cock and ran her thumb against his pink tip, leaking with precum, making his hips jerk upwards. “Easy, baby.” She smiled, her tongue gathering her saliva and letting it drip off her tongue. It fell onto him, her hands running up and down his sensitive cock, stroking every inch. She switched between going fast and slow, bringing different sounds out of him as she encouraged him. 

She moaned at every twitch of his dick and felt herself growing hotter and hotter with each stroke. “You fuckin’ drive me crazy, mami.” His words sent a shiver down her spine. She spread her thighs open, displaying her pussy, visibly swollen and practically dripping. As much as she loved seeing him wither under her touch, she was getting impatient.

“Look, baby —Look how ready I am for you,” She moaned, guiding his dick towards her entrance. Roman’s lustful eyes locked onto the sight of her taking him, tears rimmed around his eyes as he watched himself split her open, her pussy engulfing him in a tight, wet embrace.

She slid down and up his cock, taking all of him with ease as he whispered dirty praises, taking him deeper. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin filling his truck, undeniably fogging up his windows. “You like that, you fucking slut?” he grunted, his hands guiding her hips, her thighs burning with the effort.

“You like wearing my name?” She bit her lip, her heart pounding as she nodded. “I fucking love it.” Roman’s last name stretched across her back, a bold declaration of who she belonged to. Her moans grew louder, desperate and unrestrained.

She lost herself in the rhythm.

His jersey was soaked with her sweat now, clinging to her body as if it were a second skin, but she didn’t care. She was his, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Roman’s head was tilted back just enough to watch her fully, eyes locked on the mess she’s made of herself, fucking him. Her hair wild, lips swollen and parted, her eyes hazy with tears rimmed around them.

Roman’s chest heaves, his breaths coming in short, heavy pants as he tries to steady himself, his cock pulsing as he’s getting closer. “Fuck me…Let me feel that pretty pussy milk me dry, baby.” He grips her waist, squeezing the supple flesh as he weakly thrusts her, forcing his cock in deeper.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” His groaned, words laced with desperation, his body trembling beneath her. “Cum for me, baby.” Her permission sent him over the edge, his hips jerking upward as he emptied himself deep inside of her, filling her up completely.

God, she loved the way he filled her up.

She loved how dirty and full he made her feel when he came inside of her, as if consequences didn’t exist. Her pussy clenched around him tighter than ever, milking whatever’s left of him as she tried to ride out the intense wave, leaving her breathless as ever. “God, Roman…” She cried out his name, collapsing onto him.

Roman’s arms wrapped around her body, holding her against him as she nuzzled herself in the crook of his neck. They were both slick with sweat, breathing in ragged, synchronized gasps. He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried within her, his soft cock a heavy, intimate weight.

“Think it’s been my best idea yet — Don’t you think?” She murmured, her voice drowsy and thick with satisfaction. She looked upwards at him, smiling as his brown eyes flickered in her direction, “It was fucking amazing.” She smiled to herself, knowing her poor baby was fucked out of his mind, barely able to get it out, and that itself, was the best feeling in the fucking world.

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ME & U

NATE SIB x FEM! READER

IN WHICH. Reader has a reputation, word of mouth being that’s she’s really good. So, what happens when a heartbroken Nate decides to test those rumors for himself?

CONTAINS. Unprotected PinV! Semi-Shy!Nate, Slight Tit Worship, Excessive use of “Slut”, Praise to soften the blow, Nate uses reader as a rebound but she wanted that Nate Dih really bad so it’s kinda mutual.

NOTES. Thank you for all the love on the Hollis oneshot! I will be writing more for BoyLife so lmk who else yall wanna read about! Loosely based of this imagine, I don’t see a lot of Nate Sib smut so I decided to base this of my baby, my first work on here!

It wasn’t a secret to anyone that Nate’s breakup was taking a toll on him. Nate spent a lot more time in his home studio, his skilled fingers pressing the keys on his piano as he let his heartbreak consume him. He figured If she couldn’t be the one to love him, at least he’d be able to turn his heartbreak into art — Or at least, that was the intention.

It’d been nearly a month and nothing had came to mind. He was frustrated, hurt, and honestly, he was fucking horny. Nate knew he worked best with a clear mind, void of any distractions, doubts, and whatever got in his way creatively. The thoughts of his former lover and his unprocessed feelings made for a toxic combination, leaving him paralyzed by grief.

HOLLIS

answer the phone

I think this could cheer you up

(1) Photo

NATE

↳ reply to message: what’s the poster for?

HOLLIS

take a wild guess

It’s a…

party!!

you know those things you used to go to before she made you stop 😹😹😹

NATE

↳ dickhead

↳ for the record, I chose to stop going

HOLLIS

You’re a horrible liar, you know that?

You’ve been in that depression studio for almost a month, get the fuck back outside with the rest of us

Nate rolled his eyes and swiftly turned off his phone, focusing back onto his piano. His fingers frustratingly pressed onto the keys, nothing but pure noise filling the air as he tried to play away his feelings.

Dun, Dun, Dun

Each press louder, powerful, and more unpleasant than the last. It was nothing but pure noise filling the air and to him, it seemed better than being alone with his thoughts. In his moment of silence, the phone rang. He didn’t have to look to know who it was, reluctantly picking up the phone.

“What, Hollis.” He sighed.

“Look, I know I was harsh and I’m sorry but Jesus, Nate, we all just miss you.”

“Hollis…”

“I know parties haven’t been your thing in forever, but what’s one night? I think it’ll be good for you, to just let go.”

“What good is it gonna be for me, Holl? I can’t even get my mind off it for just a second, I’ll just be bringing the mood down.”

Hollis’s frustration seeped through his words. “You’re not yourself, Nate. You haven’t been in a while and I honestly can’t let this shit go on.” Nate heavily sighed, running his fingers through his hair, his tears angrily threatened to leave his eyes. “I get that you loved her and all that, but you’re gonna fuck up everything you’ve worked for, for someone that doesn’t care.”

He hated to admit, but Hollis was right.

He’d been in his depressive slump for too long and was becoming a shell of himself. He couldn’t stand to see himself in the mirror and he fucking hated it. He hated seeing the hue of red around his eyes, accompanied with dark circles. He couldn’t hide how he felt even if he tried. He was utterly and irrevocably heartbroken. But tonight that was going to change — Nate Subbiondo would finally let go, and let God.

“I’ll be there.”

With his unexpected yet very welcomed arrival to the party, Hollis and the rest of the guys erupted the moment they spotted him, their voices nearly booming above the music as they rushed towards him, Jonah and Roman’s arms hooked around his shoulders, their hands slapped his back hard enough to sting, bringing his dead heart back to life.

“About fucking time you came back outside.” Jonah smiled,

“Seriously, we missed you out here.” Roman added, laughing as he jostled him a bit more. It was chaotic, rough, and energetic — Everything he missed and loved about the people he called his brothers. “Yeah, I missed you guys, too.”

“Nate,” Ryan called out with a wide grin splitting his face. “God, it’s so good to see you, man.” He pulled him in using one arm, the other one holding his drink. “Hollis talk you into the party?” He questioned, taking a sip out of his red cup.

“A little bit.” He chuckled, “I couldn’t be cooped up in my house anymore, gets exhausting doing the same shit everyday”.

“Yeah, I feel you.” He nodded, then tipped his chin towards Hollis, “You tell him who’s here, tonight?” Nate’s eyes widened, the grin that was on his face immediately faltered, fear taking over body as his mind leapt to that one name he didn’t want to hear.

“Who’s here?” He looks between the two, Ryan not helping his anxiety by grinning, looking at him and Hollis as his eyes silently asked — Should I tell him or you? Hollis wasn’t much help either as he kept his mouth shut.

“Jesus, Hol, is this why you wanted me to come here?” Nate spat, acting on adrenaline. It felt as if his heart was going to explode at any second the longer Hollis kept quiet, “I should’ve fucking known.”

“It’s not who you think it is.” Hollis defended.

“Then who the hell are you talking about?”

With a shit-eating smirk, Ryan sipped on his cup, dragging out the suspense just long enough before answering, “Y/N.” His frustration drained from his face and left something else in its place.

“You remember her, right?” The name had hit him like a fucking brick — Suddenly, he had forgotten the girl who broke his heart and replaced her with the girl who once stole his.

“You’re a little shit starter, you know that?” Hollis called him out, unsuccessfully fighting back his laughter.

“Shut the fuck up, Hollis.” Ryan only grinned wider. “You know, she’s been asking if you’d show up.”

“Yeah? Who told you that?” Roman pushed, smiling as he took a drink out of his cup.

“Afraid I can’t reveal my sources, Roman.” He drunkenly mocked, “But, she’s been wondering where you’ve been and if I were you…” He looked at him suggestively, “I’d be all over her, like right fucking now.”

“Tell him why, Ryan.” Jonah egged on, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “You haven’t heard?” Ryan’s jaw sarcastically slacked, “Subbiondo, you’re in for the fucking night of your life.”

“She’s that good?” Hollis’ eyebrow raised, taking a long sip of his drink. “That’s what I’ve heard, but like really fucking good.” Ryan shrugged, “Sounds like she’s just what you need, Sib.”

“I don’t know…” Nate shook his head, looking over the crowd trying to find her. “You sure it’s her? Y/N L/N?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about this, Sib — God, do you think I’m that cruel?” He playfully chuckled. “So, you gonna go over there or what, Subbiondo?” He nudged him, forcing Nate to pull his eyes away from the crowd.

“Alright, I’ll go.” He figured it was the time he’d forget about his former lover — even if it was just for tonight.

Brief memories of the girl played in his head as he walked away from his friends, looking for her through the sea of bodies. The further he strayed from his friends, the more lost he felt in the crowded room. It’d been years since he last saw the girl.

God, even just the thought of that left a bitter taste in his mouth. He could remember the way her voice sounded, the way she was, and quite frankly, the still point of his turning world. He could never get over that girl.

Nate hated himself for being too nervous, too shy to ask her for her socials and all he had left of her were juvenile memories. His green eyes still searched for her, hating how far away he felt from her. Through a miracle, a flash of blue struck long enough to illuminate her, and there she was, smiling wide as she spoke to her friend, blissfully unaware of his unrelenting need for her.

He stood there frozen, staring at her as if he were on the outside looking in. She was the girl who’d lingered his mind like a fever dream since adolescence and to him, it felt like the first time he’d ever seen her.

And in a way, it was — she was all grown up.

Nate couldn’t look away, and he didn’t want to.

Feeling his piercing gaze on her side, Y/N turned herself towards him, her gaze piercing through the chaos of the room and pulling him in like a moth to a flame. He walked closer toward her, the crowd parting almost instinctively as he moved, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her friend smiled, leaving her alone with him.

“Y/N?” His voice was low, almost incredulous, like he couldn’t quite believe she was standing there. Her name on his lips sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yeah.” Her voice caught in her throat, softer than she intended. She took another sip of her drink, trying to steady herself. Her heart pounded so loudly, she was sure he could hear it. “God, I can’t believe it’s been years since I’ve seen you, Nate.” Her smile was faint, tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“I can’t believe it either.” He smiled, his teeth showing ever so slightly. “You look different.” He said, his eyes tracing her face. “But the same. You're still... I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed you until I saw you again.” Every word he said was dripping with something she couldn't quite name, but she knew she felt it too.

A faint smile curved at her lips, soft at first, then she let it twist into something teasing — “You missed me, huh?” She slightly raised her brows. “I thought you would’ve forgot about our times in class, rockstar.” She joked.

Nate blinked, caught completely off guard by the nickname and the memory hitting him at the same time. He shook his head, eyes flicking away for half a second before finding hers again. “Nah… I couldn’t if I tried. You were kinda the only part of that stupid class that made sense.” His voice dropped a little, vulnerability slipping through whether he wanted it to or not.

She believed that once they went their separate ways after graduation, that would be the last time she’d ever see Nate Subbiondo and forced herself to be okay with that. Nate was a up-and-coming star and she was in her third year of college.

Yet, once she took a glance at the green eyes she used to obsess over, the feelings that she buried rushed back into the surface.

She laughed. “How’s life been for you, Rockstar?”

It was the one question he didn’t want to answer, but he couldn’t avoid it, not with her sweet eyes looking up at him. Nate hesitated for a moment, before he forced himself to say, “Good.” His voice strained, too quick, too practiced.

Fuck.

But then he paused again, his gaze flickering back to hers. “I mean, I’ve been… I don’t know.” His admission came out in a rush, almost like he couldn’t hold it back anymore. “I’ve been better.”

“I’m sorry.” Her heart ached for him. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence heavy with unspoken words.

“Don’t be.” He dryly chuckled, “I’m good now, especially after seeing you again…you’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He murmured, his thumb grazing her cheekbone. His touch drifted lower, fingers tracing the line of her jaw before cupping her chin with a quiet confidence that made her breath catch.

He didn’t know where it came from, but he didn’t bother to stop himself, didn’t bother to question it. The universe gave him a chance to make up for lost time and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

Nate tilted her face toward his, and in his eyes she saw it—the promise, the intent. “I see why my friends were being fucking annoying.” He said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest.

The randomness took her aback, making her giggle.

“Why’s that?”

“They wouldn’t shut up about you, kept telling me to come find you. Said I’d be stupid not to.”

“And what did you think?”

“I think they were right.” He just looked at her, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “Told me you’re… really good.” He let slip out.

“And what exactly did they say I’m good at, Subbiondo?” She pushed herself off the wall, coming closer to the tall boy. She saw the way his throat bobbed, the way his eyes flickered down and then back up like he didn’t trust himself to look too long. “Mm?”

She leaned in, just enough that her lips grazed the corner of his mouth without actually kissing him. “You wanna find out for yourself?”

“Maybe I should.” With that, Nate placed his soft lips on hers, the first brush of his lips was a question — Soft, testing. She answered by opening her mouth, her tongue meeting his, and the question became a statement, a demand. He groaned into her mouth, his other arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her against him.

She could feel the hard line of his dick through his jeans, pressing into her stomach, and a desperate, wet heat pooled between her legs.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “They weren’t kidding.”

“Shut the fuck up about them.” She breathed, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him back to her. His hands were everywhere, sliding down her back to grip her ass, pulling her harder against him, making her gasp into his mouth. Nate’s lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point in a way that made her legs tremble.

“I know where to go.” She giggled, making him lift his head from her love-marked skin. With one arm still wrapped firmly around her waist, Nate followed her through the chaos of the party, her presence clearing a path as the crowd instinctively parted for them.

Y/N could feel the heat of him against her side, the way his fingers dug into her hip, possessive and urgent. Nate momentarily took his eyes off her, looking at his friends. Nate’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, a flicker of his old confidence returning as he gave them a quick nod. Y/N’s eyes quickly flicked towards their direction, noticing the exchange.

His gaze snapped back to her, with a fuckboy-ish smile. “Don’t mind them.”

She giggled once more, guiding him towards the unlocked door her best friend left just for her. His lips were back on her neck, hot and demanding, his hands restlessly caressing her body, silencing any thoughts that weren’t about him.

She quickly opened the door, leading him inside and slammed the door shut behind them. Nate turned her body around, facing him once again. “God, you’re fucking perfect,” He spoke, his voice rough with desire.

His hands were everywhere — Gripping her hips, slipping under her dress.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

Y/N arched into him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “Nate,” she breathed, her voice breaking on his name. He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue claiming her mouth with a intensity that left no room for doubt, years of pent-up desire spilling over.

When they pulled apart, their breathing ragged, Nate’s eyes locked onto hers. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” he murmured, “You have no idea.” His hands slid under her dress, his palms scraped over her ribs, his mind only focused on seeing more and feeling more of her gorgeous body as he took it off, her soaked panties being the last piece to stay.

It felt so fucking good, so dirty to be standing in front of him, her tits’ out for him to see, the undeniable wet patch in her panties that grew every second he was there, just watching her.

“Fuck, look at you.” He dipped his head, his tongue laved over the sensitive peak before he suckled deeply, making her cry out as she tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him there, the sharp pleasure-pain made her knees buckle. It was an out of body experience, a pleasure she’d never felt.

Nate’s free hand kneaded her other breast, his thumb mimicking the rhythm of his mouth. She could only whimper and writhe under his intoxicating touches. He smirked as he continued his relentless worship of her tits’, him getting absolutely drunk off the sounds of her moans, drunk off her saying his name over and over as if it were a prayer, his dick needier than ever before, aching to be inside her.

His fingers traced the curve of her ass, whispering dirty promises as they moved toward the bed, her mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen, igniting every nerve in her body as he laid her down on the mattress.

She watched as he stripped off his clothes, admiring his toned body. Her chest heaved with anticipation, a mix of nerves and excitement consuming her.

This was it.

Y/N L/N was about to lose her virginity to Nate Subbiondo, the guy she’d fantasized about for years. She knew she had to make it good, so fucking good. She wanted Nate to see her as the slut everyone thought she was, even if it was all a lie.

Her eyes trailed down to his cock — It was thick and hard, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. The stories she heard from late night gossip sessions with her girls didn’t even come close. They hadn’t prepared her for the reality of him. Her legs squeezed together, a pathetic attempt to relieve the ache that was growing with every second she spent staring at him.

But it was no use.

“Nate,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. He loomed over her, his eyes leaving her gaze and followed down to her thigh, caressing the soft skin as his fingers trailed higher to the thin string that laid on the side of her hips, hooking into them and pulling the last piece of innocence off her body.

He tossed them aside, his eyes burning as he looked at her naked, spread out for him. “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking dripping.” His fingers were on her wet pussy, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit, watching her face. “You like that? You like having your pretty pussy played with?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her hips arching off the bed, seeking more pressure. “Such a fucking slut for it,” he whispered, with awe in his voice. He pushed his finger inside her, and she gasped at the stretch. It was more than her own fingers had ever been.

The burn was incredible, almost too much, but she loved it. “That’s it, baby,” His voice rough, adding a second finger. “Take it like the good slut you are.” Her moans turned into ragged pleas as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her vision blur.

“Nate, please…” she whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. “Please what?” he taunted, pulling back just enough to make her squirm. “I want more,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I need more.”

“You need more?” He mocked, his fingers thrusting deeper, harder. “You need me to fuck you? Huh?”

“Yes,” she cried out, her nails digging into the sheets. “God, Yes!”

He pulled his fingers out from her, taking her off her edge. Y/N’s heart raced, her chest heaving as she glanced down between them. Her mind raced with a cocktail of anticipation and fear.

But despite it, the ache between her legs was unbearable now, her body practically begging for him to fill her. The sight of his cock nearly made her whimper, the thick head glistening with her wetness as he rubbed it against her entrance.

She could feel her own slickness coating him, the sensation making her hips buck involuntarily. “Think you can take it?” He teased, pushing himself slowly, watching the initial shock take over her body. Her eyes fluttered shut as a moan escaped her pretty lips. “Of course you can, that’s why they say you’re so good, right?” He pressed a kiss against her lips.

It didn’t matter how much it was going to hurt. She wanted this, she wanted him, and nothing was going to stop her from taking every inch of him. The stretch was blinding, a white-hot pain that made her cry out — “Fuck!”

He stilled, his forehead dropping to hers. “Are you—?”

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders — “Don’t you fucking stop.”

The realization hit him like a tidal wave, and it only made him want her more. His dick pulsed inside her, going slow and deep as he gave her every inch of him, letting her adjust to his size. “That’s it, baby — Take it all in.” Nate admired her virgin pussy taking his cock so well, admiring the way her legs slightly trembled. “Relax, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Let me make you feel good.” His cock warmed inside her, waiting for her to give him the permission he needed to go rougher, faster.

“Nate,” She pleaded, the pain subsiding into pleasure. “Fuck me.” His hands held onto her hips, each thrust of his hips punched a moan from her lungs, setting a brutal, perfect pace. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans as he pushed deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against her deepest, most untouched core.

He pulled away, “So all this time, it was just a rumor?” His voice dropped lower, rougher, as his fingers tightened on her hips. “Let people talk about you like you were some fucking slut,” He grunted. “Loved it, didn’t you? Loved having everyone believe you were. Bet it got you wet, thinking about it.”

The sounds were obscene, skin slapping against wet skin, their ragged breaths, her high whimpers. He’d never felt anything like it. It was a heat so intense, it threatened to burn him alive, a wetness that coated him so perfectly he could barely think straight.

His words sent a shiver down her spine, a filthy thrill that made her clench around him. She could feel his smirk against her skin as he pulled back, his eyes locking onto hers. “Admit it — You loved the idea of them picturing you taking dick like a fucking pro, say it.”

“I loved it — Fuck.” She could feel his smirk against her skin as he pulled back, his eyes locking onto hers.

"You take my dick so fucking well,” He grunted, his voice ragged, pounding into her without mercy. The praise, the ownership in his words, sent her spiraling higher. He could feel her trembling beneath him, hear the soft whimpers escaping her lips, and it drove him wild.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Her body moved in perfect sync with his, meeting each powerful drive with a desperate arch of her hips.

“Such a liar,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point. “But I fucking love it — You played everyone, even me.” She could feel the coil inside her tightening, a delicious pressure building low in her belly that threatened to shatter her completely.

Her breath hitched, her nails digging into his back as she arched into him — “It turned me on,” she confessed, “I loved that they thought I was good like that, that I could handle you… especially you.” Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her thoughts reduced to nothing but him.

“You waited for me?” His hand slid down her body, fingers teasing her still-sensitive clit. “Bet you got excited when I broke up with my ex, didn’t you? Nate smirked, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. “Did your girls tell you that?”

“Mhm-m.” She nodded, hazily smiling as she ground against him, “Wanted you since forever.” Her body squirmed at the dual stimulation. All she could focus on was the feeling of his hands on her, his dick inside her, the sound of their ragged breathing — He had her right where he wanted and it felt fucking amazing. He leaned down to her shoulder, lips pressed against her ear, “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanted you for so long, God, I could never get over you.” His words sent a thrill down her spine, a sharp gasp escaping her pretty lips. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her eyes screwing shut. Her orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave of sensation that took over her being.

Her walls clenched around him, milking him and she felt him throb inside her in response. Nate savored the feeling of her walls gripping onto him, how they held onto his thick cock as if it was going to be the last time she’d ever have him. “That’s it, baby — Let go.” He encouraged her, watching as her body locked up. Y/N was under his spell, his cock never ceasing as she called out his name, her sex pulsing around him as she tried to ride out that intense wave.

God, it was so worth it.

He followed her over the edge moments later, Nate’s hands gripped her hips like a vice, keeping her pinned to the bed as their bodies locked together, emptying himself completely inside her — It was so irresponsible, so fucking stupid but neither of them brought themselves to care.

It was all she ever imagined whenever she looked at him, what got her off on nights she missed him more than normal. The wetness between her thighs was a slick, messy proof of what they’d done, to which she smiled to herself. Nate collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting anchor.

They were both slick with sweat, breathing like they’d run a marathon.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbled into her skin, his voice thick with exhaustion and awe. His hand slid down her side, coming to rest possessively on her hip. Still buried inside her, he gave a lazy, shallow thrust, not enough to really move, just enough to remind her he was still there. “This feels too fucking good.”

“God, you’re greedy, Subbiondo.” She teased, pretending the feeling didn’t just send a fresh jolt of pleasure-pain through her oversensitive nerves. He lifted his head, his eyes dark, but his smile conveyed something else. “Can you blame me? This whole thing — God, it’s so fucking hot.”

She laughed, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He darkly chuckled, “All that talk and here you were, waiting for me to fuck you — So fucking worth it.” He went for a kiss on her cheek, but she pulled him down to her level, boldly placing her lips on his. Y/N knew she was being hypocritical, telling him he was the greedy one when it was her who couldn’t get enough.

But fuck, could you blame her?

He was still inside her, passionately and not-so-silently professing his desire for her, making up for lost time. His lips trailed down to her neck, whispering, “you’re so fucking beautiful.” It was so much more intimate, so much hotter.

It was more than just a reunion — It was a reckoning.

[thottieonline]

DOWN IN THE DM

2HOLLIS X FEM! READER

IN WHICH. Hollis and Reader hate each IRL, but it’s a whole different story in the DMs.

CONTAINS. Sexting, Unprotected PinV! Fingering, Degradation and Praise, Hair Pulling, Cheater! Hollis Creampie, Situationship, Slight dub-con as both Hollis & Reader are high.

NOTES. Loosely based on a dream I had. Bit of a crack fic but tbh my entire dream was. They’re both so obsessed like omg!! Ryan (Conceal) and Lola OC! being used as pawns in Hollis and Y/N’s silly little game.

Hollis and Y/N had an interesting relationship. They didn’t exactly define themselves as best friends, often going neck to neck with one another whenever they hung out with their friends, Nate often being the one to step in.

“Can you guys like, chill the fuck out.” He shouted, breaking the tension between them but he had been growing impatient with the two.

“Yeah, Hollis. Quit fucking with me.” She snarked, a childish smile making their way to her face as she saw his face drop, Hollis’s mouth ready to snark back before Nate stopped him.

“Not another fucking word, Holli. You too, N/N. You’re always starting shit.” He sucked his teeth, going back to his conversation.

To them, it was a sport — Both competing over who could insult each other best, a test to their wit. Yet, they still had each other on socials and could be cordial with one another, but they both simply loved arguing each other, wanting to see how far it could escalate before one of them did anything.

But recently, Hollis had forfeited himself from the match, not giving her the pushback she usually received. He’d simply chuckle or not acknowledge it at all — To which she couldn’t bring herself to understand. It was only a couple weeks ago that Hollis was coming up with any type of insult and she laughed in his face.

She knew it was crazy to say but she missed him being mean to her — God, it was so weird, so elementary but it was so fucking fun seeing Hollis riled up, his deep voice talking down at her as he tried not to smile at her face, seeing how her eyes locked into his as she pretended to give a fuck about what he was saying — Hell, he was guilty of it too.

He’s called her every degrading name in the book yet that one name she’s always wanted him to call her — Slut. That’s all she could think of whenever she was alone with her hands between her legs and Hollis on her mind, imagining his long platinum blonde hair dangling over her face as he reamed his cock inside of her, her words being replaced with moans as he hit all of the right spots.

She imagined him smiling cruelly, his big hands grabbing her hair as he forced her to look up at him, his cock slowing down its’ vigorous pace, making her feel every inch of him. “Look who’s the fucking dumb one now — Look at you, can’t even fix your fucking mouth so say something back.”

God, it was difficult being around him.

The trio were hanging out at Nate’s apartment, Hollis sat on the opposite end of the couch where she sat, typing on his phone while Nate sat opposite from them at a chair playing on his PS5, not paying the two any mind. Y/N tried to distract herself from her impure thoughts, trying to focus on Nate’s Fortnite match but since she didn’t have a great understanding of the game, she quickly fell bored, even with him freaking the fuck out every two seconds.

“You fucking idiot, you had him right there!” He yelled into his headset, quickly going back and forth with whoever he spoke to. She shifted her gaze back to Hollis, seeing he was still occupied on his phone. Her brows furrowed as Hollis would typically instigate alongside him, but he was awfully quiet, seemingly unfazed by Nate’s explosive reaction. 

“Why are you so quiet, Holli?” She called out, making him look up, fighting back a smile.

“It’s nothing, just looking at memes and shit.” He went back on his phone, his thumbs tapping away.

“Yeah? Show me.” She sat up, moving her body closer to peer over his screen. Hollis wasn’t on a meme page, But instead was messaging someone else. A pang of jealousy shot through her heart. Multiple flirtatious exchanges right in front of her, it being the reason why Hollis had barely spoke the entire time he’s been at Nate’s place.

She swallowed the bitter taste of jealousy, putting up a front as fixed her mouth to tease him, careful to not let her voice quiver. “When’d you get a girlfriend, Frazier?”

He chuckled. “Not really a girlfriend, but she’s cool.”

She felt rejected by him once again, this time it felt like he was officially out of the game.

Y/N decided to leave it alone, seeing that Hollis wasn’t going to let up from his phone anytime soon. She hated him being so nice to her, barely acknowledging her existence. At least when he would mean to her, his attention was fully on her, he knew she was there. It was odd — almost offensive, really.

He’d completely switched up their dynamic, talking to her as if she was stranger he had to be nice to as if they hadn’t been going back and forth with one another since the day they’ve met.

Not wanting to sit in the cold, shocking embrace of rejection, she got up from the couch and went to Nate’s bedroom, settling under his covers as she decided the best way to deal with it was to not deal with it at all — to numb her mind with social media.

And that’s what she did.

She switched from TikTok, Instagram and Tumblr, each app occupying her mind for a while until she grew bored. She was mindlessly watching Instagram reels when Hollis texted her.

2HOLLIS

u good?

u just walked away lol

YOURUSERNAME

↳ yeah I’m good just got bored watching nate.

↳ he really sucks ass at Fortnite

2HOLLIS

fuck you y/n -nate

I hate you -nate

YOURUSERNAME

↳ LMAOOO chill 😭

↳ nate im sorry!! 💔💔

2HOLLIS

nate said u gotta leave

bye

YOURUSERNAME

↳ this is how ik ur lying he did not say that shit

2HOLLIS

I’m not

nate hates you and so do I

begone thot

YOURUSERNAME

↳ im gonna nap and drool all over his pillows

↳ night night 2hollshit

2HOLLIS

I hope u have nightmares

It was the most riveting interaction she had with him in weeks, Hollis had temporarily got back into the ring with her, giving her exactly what she wanted. She was sure Nate appreciated the peace, but she couldn’t care less about what he wanted.

Y/N wanted to fuck with Hollis and she was absolutely gonna get her way.

It wasn’t long until the two had seen each other again, the trio hanging out nearly everyday as they worked in the same industry, Y/N working on the creative aspects of their projects and this time she’d been invited to the studio to watch Hollis and Nate work on their joint project.

The studio was packed pretty quickly as they had invited their boylife collective to join them, their banter adding to the fun energy they needed to create.

“I invited Lola to come watch us, she’s gonna be coming soon.” Hollis spoke, his eyes keeping a lookout on the door.

“No way, Holli Boy is already bringing his girlfriend around.” Roman joked, earning a few laughs.

“Wait, was she the girl you were DMing the other day?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“Yeah that’s her.”

The words slipped out of her mouth before she could realize, “When’d you guys started dating?” She mentally cursed herself as she saw everyone else on the room looking towards each other, brows raised.

“Woah, Y/N already interrogating Holli Boy’s love life.” Nate instigated.

“Hey, Rom did it first.” She raised her arms, “I’m just asking the important questions.” She joked, alleviating the tension between them.

“Sure, you are.” Nate bursted into laughter, earning a few playful swaps from her. “Boy, shut up.” He chuckled, pulling out his phone.

NATESIB

you like him so bad it’s so obvious.

hollis and y/n sitting in a tree

k i s s i n g 🤤🤤

YOURUSERNAME

↳ I’m fucking blocking u

NATESIB

YOU DIDNT DENY

YOOO

Y/N turned off her phone, looking at Nate who held a shit eating smirk on his face, seemingly proud he’d been able to crack the code. She allowed him to have his moment as she knew her feelings for Hollis were bound to come out sooner or later. With Lola coming around, she’d accept defeat with her heart and mind, nothing else left to do but to bury those feelings even deeper as she didn’t want to fuck up the dynamic.

Though she wouldn’t say it out loud, she cared for Hollis enough to not want to lose him as a friend and if that’s how it was going to be, it was more than fine. She figured those feelings would eventually fade, something to never be discussed again.

The door opened, revealing a pretty brunette that was presumed to be Lola as her bright eyes searched for Hollis, him being hard to miss as he was the tallest in the room, standing at six foot five. “Holli!” She squealed, making her way to the tall blonde.

“Hey.” He chuckled, slouching over to give her side hug. “Guys, this is Lola — Lola, these are the guys.” He quickly introduced, everyone else greeting her as she waved with a sweet smile on her face.

With a a smile that sweet, she couldn’t bring herself to hate her — Her energy was magnetic and she could see why Hollis would be drawn to her — Shit, she felt the same way. There was nothing else left to do but to greet her with a smile on her face, “It’s so good to meet you.”

Lola reciprocated that smile, “It’s good to meet you too — Y/N, right?”

Her eyes widened as she tilted her head towards Hollis, surprised that she’d even know her name. “Yes, Yes I am — Hollis, I didn’t know you spoke about me — I’m so flattered.” She joked, earning a laugh from Lola.

“Yeah, you’ve came up like once or twice — No big deal.” He tried to play it off, a shy smile permanent on his face.

He knew he was fucked up, bringing sweet, sweet Lola around her hoping for a reaction, a remark — Anything to remind her that she couldn’t have him quite yet. Hollis knew he was playing dirty, but he didn’t give a fuck as long as he got what he wanted at the end.

The two girls were settled on the couch, talking about whatever as Hollis and Nate worked on their project — Hollis keeping a close eye on them — He didn’t know what he was expecting from Y/N as she’d only been combative with him, but she was the sweetest fucking thing towards everyone else and he hated that.

He hated how easily Lola fell into her arms, not questioning her at all.

She was so full of shit.

If only she knew the mean things she’d say to him, how much she’d fuck with him in front of their friends, how hard his dick got when he was alone, her words replaying on his mind as he mindlessly fucked his hand, his eyes squeezed shut as whispers of her name fell from his lips — “God, you’re so fucking stupid, Hollis. It’s like you want me to be fucking mean to you — It’s the only way you respond.”

He couldn’t remember what she’d been at his throat for that day, but he could remember how hard his dick got when she looked up at him, her perfect lips fixing to call him stupid. He could recall the glint of mischief in her eyes, looking around as she hoped Nate wouldn’t notice.

He’d felt his frustration build up as he put his headphones on, giving Nate the signal to start recording. He began free styling once he heard the beat, his voice coming out more aggressive than he anticipated. It worked, Nate giving him a nod of approval. He continued to stare at the two, laser focused on Y/N.

God, she made him so fucking mad. It didn’t help her eyes flickered between him and Lola, most of her attention remaining on the girl in front of her. Whenever she looked at him, she held a smirk on her face, telling him — Two can play this fucking game.

“Isn’t he so amazing?” Lola chirped.

“Yeah, he is.” She compliments, looking back at the sweet girl.

Hollis had soon finished recording, approaching the two girls. Lola looked up with such excitement, such glee — It was cute, really. “Holl! You did so good in there!”

“You think so?” He smiled down at the girl — “Yeah! Y/N, didn’t he do great in there?”

She looked at her, Y/N’s eyes shifting from Lola’s onto Hollis, gleaming with mischief — “Yeah, you did great as always, Holli Boy.”

He hated he was the only one he could read her, her fucking condensation. With a bitter smile, Thanks fell from his lips — He couldn’t get over the way she looked at him, her eyes silently asking him what was his next move was.

Hollis looked away from her and back on to the sweet girl in front of him, who looked at him as if he gave her the moon and stars. He’d pray for forgiveness later, apologize to her once it was said and done, but right now, all that mattered was getting under Y/N’s skin.

Without a word, He took Lola’s hand and led her out of the room, her looking back at Y/N to which she shrugged, a smug grin permanent on her face — He was so fucking predictable.

She sucked her teeth once the door closed, her eyes looked around the room, soon fixated on Ryan. He stood on the side, smoking his blunt as he observed Nate and Roman’s conversation. She figured Hollis and Lola would take a while and what better way to kill time than to share a blunt with one of his homeboys?

“Ryan, come here.” He perked up, swiftly walking over to her. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just wanted you to sit down with me.” She shrugged, looking up at him as he stood over her. “You just wanted me to sit down with you?” He raised a brow, taking another hit as he plopped beside her.

“Can I take a hit?”

He shook his head, scoffing at the girl. “I didn’t know you smoked, N/N.” He passed the blunt to her, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, RyRy.”

She took a hit, holding her breath for less than five seconds before she exhaled, pushing the smoke from her mouth and quickly sucked it back in.

“Yeah? What else should I know about you?” He admired the girl, impressed she wasn’t coughing a lung out, especially as she still had smoke in her mouth.

“Come closer and find out.” She challenged.

He sat closer, his pretty eyes locked onto hers. As she took another hit, she placed her hands on his jaw, pulling him dangerously close to her lips. With a soft exhale, her mouth slowly released the smoke, allowing it to drift into the tiny gap between his inviting, soft lips.

He inhaled her smoke, savoring the moment as he held it in for a couple of seconds. With a deliberate exhale, he released the smoke from his mouth, watching gradually evaporate into the air.

Her eyes shy away from his for a split second, noticing Nate’s stare, scoffing at her. She knew she was skating a thin line between innocently flirting and acting like a slut with one of their friends, but all was fair in love and war.

They had finished their session at the studio, Y/N now laying in her bed at home scrolling through Instagram as she attempted to ignore the aching feeling between her legs as her mind replayed the moment between her and Ryan. All she could think of was the opening of soft lips, inviting her to inhale the smoke without hesitation. He didn’t care that there were others in the room, possibly watching them, the thrill of the moment overshadowing everything.

If he wanted to play dirty, so could she.

As she was about to exit the app, she saw a notification from the blond devil himself, making her roll her eyes.

2HOLLIS

can we talk?

YOURUSERNAME

↳ yeah what’s up

2HOLLIS

what was that in the studio today

YOURUSERNAME

↳ what was what

↳ I was on my best behavior today holli boy

2HOLLIS

you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about

acting like you’re the sweetest fucking thing

YOURUSERNAME

↳ I am the sweetest fucking thing

↳ so are u gonna tell me what’s really on ur mind or u gonna keep reminding me of how sweet i am ?

2HOLLIS

such a sweet fucking angel to Ryan for a fuckin blunt

when’d you start smoking, n/n?

YOURUSERNAME

↳ I needed something 2 do while u were fucking Lola

↳ don’t be so jealous Holli

2HOLLIS

never fucked her

I’ve tried to smoke u out but u always said no cus u don’t smoke but u were more than willing for fuckin Ryan

I’ve tried so hard to please u but ur so fucking mean

and the worst part? I fucking love that shit.

It was fucking undeniable — Hollis wanted her as bad as she wanted him. On the other side of the phone, Hollis held his joint in between his perfect lips, ignoring his friends. None of them knew what he was up to, meaning none of them could talk him out of it. He knew it was a bad idea, overstepping the boundaries of their relationship, or whatever the fuck they had going on.

It was a complete one-eighty.

After years of an exhilarating game of cat and mouse, years of holding in his feelings, Hollis finally broke. He didn’t want to be the one to confess first, but fuck it. His judgement was already clouded by thoughts of her, the marijuana only sent him to his Garden of Eden, a place where no one else could find him and her together.

Y/N’s jaw slacked on the other side of the screen, eyes rereading his words over and over as she tried to process them, her mind refusing to make the connection — Had he really said that? The aching feeling between her legs had worsened, but no longer was it because of Ryan.

Hollis had hit her deep, his message shot her through the heart, adrenaline pumping through her body. It was the end of their world as they knew it, but it was bound to happen one way or another. She couldn’t imagine Hollis not being in her life in some way — Whether as a friend, an enemy or a lover, all she could think about was him.

She fucking hated seeing him with Lola as much as he hated hearing about her and Ryan. The game between them no longer about who could outsnark each other, but turning into something deeper, aiming to break each other down before they could utter the words they’d been so afraid to say.

YOURUSERNAME

↳ I fucking knew it

↳ I want u to show me how much u need me

2HOLLIS

I’m with the guys and I’m trying my fucking best to not show that I’m hard.

all I want to do right now is to shove my dick inside you and kiss all over you.

you alone?

YOURUSERNAME

↳ yeah

↳ come over

“Holy fucking shit.” He muttered, his brown eyes widening as he re-read her message.

Was she fucking with me? Did she only say that just to get a reaction out of me? No, that’s ridiculous! She can’t even see me — She doesn’t even know I’m so fucking high.

Hollis takes his eyes off his phone, looking to see if any of them were watching him, if any of them cared what was going on in his mind. They were all just as distracted, high out of their fucking minds, talking about whatever the fuck. He stood from his spot on the bed and walked towards the door with his hand inside his pocket, gripping his slight hard on.

“Yo, Hollis, where you going?” Nate called out, shifting the group’s attention towards him.

“Home — I, uhm, just wanna be in bed. You guys have fun though, alright.” He stumbled over his words, avoiding their stares.

“Lola texted you, didn’t she?” Ryan commented, smiling wide.

If only he knew.

Hollis smiled as he looked at Ryan, allowing him to believe he’d gotten him figured out as he didn’t have the heart to tell him that Y/N could never be his.

Ryan laughed loudly, breaking the small moment of silence — “Holy shit, she did.”

“Hey, man, don’t let us keep you hostage.” Roman joked alongside him, “Just remember to wear protection.”

“You guys are the fucking worst.” Nate smirked as he took another hit — “Jesus, man.”

“Whatever, I’ll see you guys later.” Hollis mumbled, leaving them alone. Hollis closed the door behind him, muting them out as he pulled out his phone, his thoughts rushing through his head as he felt the pressure rush though his body, needing her more than ever. He loved the sick rush of lying to Ryan — to all of them, really.

He could laugh at them believing that Lola still mattered to him, that she wasn’t just a pawn in his game, Ryan oblivious to the fact he was too. He opened Instagram and sent her a message.

2HOLLIS

rest up, baby

He swallowed hard, heat curling in his chest as he pictured her reading it, her lips releasing a small gasp of excitement. It was becoming too real and that thought alone made him needier than ever.

YOURUSERNAME

I can’t wait 😘

I need you so bad, it’s crazy.

His mind was on autopilot, leaving Nate’s apartment for the night and ordered himself an Uber to her place. He allowed himself to go back to that sacred garden, imagining her in her rawest form, without the feisty exterior that he loved and hated at the same time.

Would she let her walls down to let me in? Would she want to take over or let me be in control for once? She doesn’t even know what she does to me.

He looked down at his phone, seeing his ride had arrived. He quickly slid in the backseat, uttering a quick hello and shutting the door.Still high, Hollis placed his head in his hands as everything felt more intense, the hum of the engine, the slow roll of the tires like a heartbeat.

And all he could think about was her.

He eyes were half-closed, and the images came too easily. He could imagine her voice whispering his name, struggling breaths coming out of her perfect lips, begging him to go slow, go deep.

Please, Hollis… I’m yours baby, I’m all yours.

God, I can almost feel her legs pulling me in — I need her. He shifted in the seat, heat pooling low, his pulse matching the rhythm of the tires on the road. The ride was too slow, every red light another kind of torture, a cruel blockage from the universe. He was high, restless, and every nerve in his body was already hers — She just didn’t know it yet.

The Uber turned a corner and Hollis dragged in a breath, chest tight as he felt the car slow down. He hated how tight his chest felt, especially right now. He’d been to her home so many times, but never alone — and it scared the fuck out of him.

“Thanks,” He spoke breathlessly, stepping out of the car. There was no going back and he didn’t want to go back to the unknown. The sacred garden had came to life and he’d be fucking stupid to not explore.

2HOLLIS

I’m here

He was dragged out of his haze once he heard her lock click and watched the door open. His eyes softened once he looked down at her and she was closer than she’d ever been, her eyes pulling him inside before either of them spoke a word.

For a moment, neither moved.

The air between them hummed with everything unspoken, everything imagined. It was as if they were meeting for the first time and in a way, it was — It wasn’t Hollis versus Y/N or Hollis with the guys, there wasn’t a need to pretend and in a way, they felt like strangers.

She leaned against the frame, lips curved just slightly, like she knew exactly what he’d been thinking about on the way over — “You actually came.”

He chuckled. “You can’t just say things like that and not expect me to show up.” He stood still, admiring the girl. He caught the glaze in her eyes, the slow curve of her smile—she was high too.

He stepped closer to her as she never took her eyes off him, his voice soft as he asked, “Are you high, too?”

“Is that bad?” She shrugged, a soft smile tugged at her lips.

He shook his head, “No.”

“Guess I got you at a good time, huh?” She grinned as her hazy eyes locked onto his pink lips and that was all it took for his sacred Garden of Eden to come came to life. Her lips were as soft as he’d imagined, but nothing could compare to the reality of the soft, pillowy feeling of them against his.

Their lips spoke the words they’d been too afraid, too proud to say. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her against his lean body, while her fingers tangled in his long hair, tugging just enough to make him groan into her mouth.

“You liked that?” She smirked against his lips, breaking them apart — “God, Yes.”

She pulled him inside her home, Hollis shutting the door behind her and with that, there was no stopping them as their lips clashed once more, nothing slow about it — It was reckless and messy, leaving no space for air. Y/N sighed against him, and the sound nearly undid him.

“God, you have no idea what you do to me.” He could barely think. She giggled, pulling his arm as she led him to her bedroom. His heart raced once more, his body telling him she was real, she was there and she wanted him just as bad as he did her.

He didn’t bother to close the door, his hands skimming her waist for the first time, and the high made it feel unreal—hotter, softer, more addictive than anything he’d imagined. Holding her body close, he attached his lips onto her neck, tasting the warmth of her skin, sucking hard enough to make her gasp and arch against him.

She gasped, throwing her head back as he continued the delicious assault on her skin. “You’re gonna leave a mark.”

“Let him see it.” He whispered. Every breath, every shiver, every sound from her sent his pulse spiraling, the high making it all sharper, heavier, impossible to slow down. “Let him see what a fucking slut you are.”

His fingers trailed from her waist, stopping at the hem of her shorts as he pushed them down, leaving her in just her tank top. She looked back at him, his eyes were filled with desire as he looked down at her legs. His long fingers dipped through her folds, pressing against her clit as a sharp gasp escaped from her mouth.

“Oh My God…” His fingers worked through her as he pressed himself on her ass, making her feel the outline of his hard cock — “God, I can’t fucking wait to put it in you.” His voice was deepened, the hot vibration traveling down her spine.

Her head fell back against his shoulder as his fingers slid down through her folds, collecting the wetness that pooled between them and right back to her clit. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear.

He slid his two fingers inside her, and she gasped at the filling stretch — “God, you feel so good.” He began to move his hand, a slow, deliberate pistoning that had her rocking back against him.

Her hips moved of their own accord, pleading for more. His thumb continued its relentless circles on her clit, pushing her closer to her limit as her body tightened around him. All she could focus on was the feeling of his hands on her, in her, the sound of their ragged breathing, the scent of her sex in the air — Hollis had her right where he wanted and it felt fucking amazing.

A cruel laugh left his lips, “All that time we spent fighting, going back and forth…was this all you could think about?” She nodded, struggling to hold in the last piece of her dignity that lied on her tongue.

It felt like he’d already taken so much and she didn’t know how much more she could give him. — “I need words sweetheart, you know that.” He mocked, never letting up on his slow yet delicious torture.

“Yes!” Y/N sobbed, giving in to him. She couldn’t put up much of a fight when she was physically and emotionally bound to him, his touch, his words — everything about him.

Every insult, every attempt at making each other jealous… it all led here, together in their sacred garden of Eden.

“I need to feel you,” Her voice ragged, “Please.” His fingers curled inside her, reaching deep inside that spot that made her see stars. He grunted, pumping them in and out, his thumb finding her clit and pressing hard, making tight, dizzying circles.

“Ryan could never make you feel this good.” He mocked, withdrawing his fingers from her dripping core, and she whimpered at the loss — “Say it.”

“Oh, God he could never.” He chuckled in her ear, breath hot against her ear.

“He’d never know how fucking good you taste.” He brought his fingers to his lips, his dark eyes locked on hers as he licked them clean with a slow, deliberate drag of his tongue — “Better than I imagined.”

Her sex ached for him, needing him more than ever. She perked up at the unmistakable sound of his zipper, hearing the quick shuffle of his pants coming down his thighs. All the dirty thoughts she about them two finally coming to life.

Her high was slowly going away but she could still feel it all.

His cock sprang free, thick and hard. She could feel him teasing her folds, dragging the tip of his length slowly along her slick folds, the sensation making her gasp — “Oh my God, Hollis…” Her voice trembled with need.

He loved it. He loved hearing her fold under his touch, hearing her need him. He loved knowing that he won, that she was finally his.

Hollis pushed himself inside of her, the thick head of his cock stretching her out so fucking good as the pain sent a shock throughout her body, reminding her she was under his spell. “Fuck.” He groaned, his body trembling against hers as if he were struggling to hold back — “Such a good little slut.”

The name made her crazier for him, it was as if he knew exactly how to get her going, as if he’d been inside the deepest part of her mind, unlocking the chamber of dirty secrets she’d been holding onto.

His cock pulsed inside her, hot and unrelenting as he gave her every inch of him, filling her completely raw as she clenched around him involuntarily. His hands held onto her hips, fingers gripping her skin tightly as he continued his unforgiving strokes, guiding her onto her bed as he gently pushed her down onto all fours.

He couldn’t get over the view, savoring it with the feeling of her walls gripping onto him, how they held onto his thick cock as if it was going to be the last time she’d ever have him. He kept sliding through her slick folds with ruthless precision, the ridge of him hitting every sensitive spot inside her.

“So fucking perfect,” He muttered. “Dripping all over this cock like you’ve been waiting your whole life.”

“Y-Yes, Yes!” She gasped, her hands gripping onto her sheets until her knuckles went white. Hollis’s hands slid from her marked hips onto her chest, gripping onto her tits as he latched onto her back, Y/N feeling his hot breath on her ears, listening to every sound that came out of his mouth.

“You feel that?” He grunted, his voice rough with lust. “That’s me—every fucking inch of me—and it’s all yours.”

She breathily chuckled, “All mine, Holli?“

“All fucking yours.” He muttered as he pressed his lips on her neck, his teeth slightly scraping against her skin.

“Not even Lola?” She mocked, her voice trembling with defiance even as her body melted into his, needing to one up him even if her words were muffled out by her thick sheets.

He let out a dark, humorless laugh, sliding his arm out from her tits’ and latched onto her hair, tightly pulling her up to his face. “God, you’re still thinking about her?” He sneered, thrusting harder, deeper, as if to punish her for bringing her up.

“You started it.” She chuckled, “Besides, who knew Ryan could make you jealous.” With that, Hollis froze, his cock still buried deep inside her.

She could feel the tension radiating off him, his breathing shallow against her neck — “You think Ryan could fuck you like this?” He snarled, his voice rough and unrelenting as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in with a force that made her cry out.

Her teeth clenched as she felt the rough contact of his skin snapping against her, the fire between them burned hotter than ever, fueled by jealousy and their insatiable desire for one another.

Every inch, every thrust, every ragged breath Hollis took, she took it all.

“So fucking perfect for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he tightened his grip on her hair, “That’s it,” He whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction, “Take it. Take all of me.”

Their bodies surrendered to one another, leaving the game they played with one another behind — It was no longer about who could get under each other’s skin, or who would be the first one to break — It was about them surrendering to their raw emotions, deepest fears and desires.

“Come for me,” He whispered, moving his hand from her hair and placed it back on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her harder, deeper, as if trying to imprint himself on her very soul. Her orgasm hit her with a force that left her breathless, her body clamping down on his arm as he held onto to her, his lean muscles contracting as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

“That’s it, baby. Let go.” He comforted her, watching as her body fell weak as she called out his name, her sex pulsing around him as she tried to ride out that intense wave.

He followed her over the edge moments later, his body stiffening against hers as he came inside, Y/N feeling the hot, wet pulse of him deep inside, claiming her, marking her in a way that left no doubt of his dominance. They stayed like that for a while, panting, connected. He didn’t plan on letting her go and quite frankly, she didn’t want him to — It was everything she wanted and more.

“Look at me.” He gently commanded her, turning her body slightly to face him. He was flushed, blond hair all messed up with a glint in his eyes. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He complimented, making her roll her eyes as she chuckled. “Shut up.”

He smiled, gently pulling out. A small gasp left her lips as a small hiss left his, hating how empty they felt without each other. Hollis’s hands were on her waist once again, turning her around completely to look at him. His eyes lingered on the marks he’d left on her neck, the glint that remained on her eyes, the way her body trembled faintly from the aftermath.

Hollis leaned over her, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair from her face. His thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone, his touch impossibly gentle compared to the roughness of just moments ago. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He repeated, leaning closer to her, his body caging her in, and she could feel the rapid, heavy beat of his heart against her chest.

She swallowed hard, her own gaze scanning his face, memorizing the way his lips curved ever so slightly as he admired her. “You’re not too bad yourself, Holli boy.” Y/N admitted softly, teasing him slightly with the nickname. With that, Hollis took control once more, placing a soft kiss on her plump, swollen lips.

[thottieonline]

PENN’S HOTTEST VIRGIN

LUIGI MANGIONE X VIRGIN! FEM READER

IN WHICH — Reader goes to her first Frat Party at Phi Kappa Psi, partying with Frat President Luigi Mangione.

WARNINGS — SMUT!! Porn with a Plot! Minors DNI!

CONTAINS — Loss of Virginity (Duh), Religious themes, PinV! Oral (Fem! Receiving), Praise! Blasphemy — we knew it was coming. Reader wears glasses (a bit self indulgent, lol)

NOTES — So. Much. Dirty. Talk. Luigi’s a little rough but we love it! Like this is just straight PORN I’m so sorry!! Anyways, this is my first smut on Tumblr, so excited to be here!

To Y/N, it seemed that it was a social norm to have had sexual experiences or have been in a relationship, especially by your second year in one of the biggest party schools in the country — So how was it possible someone as beautiful as Y/N could remain untouched?

She knew her male peers gawked at her and shamelessly spoke about her whenever she walked by, often hearing the things they wanted to do to her in passing, ultimately sending shivers down her spine.

She was innocent, not stupid.

Considering she came from a family devoted to their Catholic faith, they had tried their best to shield her from a life of “sin.” However, as she grew older, she started to question her religion.

Would I really go to hell for doing this? If I wasn’t meant to be doing this, why does it feel so good?

Those questions eventually lead her to make more impulsive decisions. After all, you’re only twenty in one of the biggest party schools once.

Ask for forgiveness, not permission — The voice of her roommate Blair spoke into her head. Blair being her voice of unreason, she encouraged her to be more wild, thus leading to them getting ready for a frat party at one a.m on a Tuesday.

“B, you still haven’t told me what frat we’re going to.” Y/N yelled over Blair’s loud music, Blair only sparing a glance at her and refocused on her hair. “We’re going to Kappa.”

Phi Kappa Psi was one of UPenn’s biggest frat houses, gaining a reputation for throwing the wildest parties on campus, competing with other frat houses on who could garner the most attention, in-campus and off-campus.

Other Fraternities pale in comparison to Phi Kappa as they miss one important element — Luigi Mangione.

Luigi Mangione managed to make a name for himself as a fourth year student, making a lasting impression on his fellow peers and professors. Being exceptionally gifted in Computer Science, Robotics, and Charisma — Mangione had the respect of everyone around him in the palm of his hand.

Mangione being five-foot-eleven, athletic and intelligent with unruly curly hair and a smile to die for — It was simple, really. Every man wanted to be him, while every girl prayed for the opportunity to be the next one he took to bed.

She was no exception — though she never voiced her desires out loud. Y/N often imagined his lips trailing down her neck, his lips creating a suction on her sensitive skin, sucking on her vanilla lotioned skin to the point of bruising.

God only knew how much she wanted to be marked up by him. Her virgin mind constantly thought about sex, but she couldn’t think about anyone else but him. No one else had her attention like he did and that was exactly how she liked it.

She only thought about Luigi fucking her to the point where she cried, her pussy being used and overfilled with his cum. She’d imagine him continuing to fuck her after she lost count of how many times she came, the glasses she normally wore on her face were nowhere to be found.

Y/N imagined Luigi calling her his perfect slut, praising her ability to take all of him like a champ.

“God it’s like this pussy was made for me. Tell me, how good do I fuck you, baby?”

“Such a good fucking slut for me, N/N.”

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. Let me see you.”

Just the thought of him made her thighs clench together. Luigi was the only one she would ever let fuck raw. She needed to feel all of him, every inch and every vein of his Italian cock. She wanted Luigi to ruin her for other men, fucking her so good to the point all she can remember is his name.

It’d be even better for her to wake up to such a deliciously painful reminder of him when she’s hardly able to walk the next morning.

“Okay, I’m done.” Blair spoke, quickly snapping Y/N back to reality. She looked at her roommate, seeing she had finished getting ready for the night.

Since it was a frat party, Y/N and Blair were dressed in simple yet sexy outfits— Y/N opting for a black tank top, pairing them with denim shorts that were tight on her ass and her beat up sneakers.

She’d done her hair hours ago, opting to go straight, putting her trust onto the anti-humidity products she put in her hair to last all night.

“Bitch you look so good.” She smiled, Blair giving her a full 360 of her outfit. “Thank you, baby.” Blair smiled at her compliment.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to get fucked tonight, looking all sexy.” Blair teased, making Y/N roll her eyes, fighting back a smile.

“So what if I am?” She challenged, half-jokingly.

Blair squealed, “She’s finally coming out of her shell! Took almost two years but we’re here.” She quickly wrapped her arms around Y/N. “C’mon, let’s get you fucked up tonight!”

Before she knew it, Y/N had stepped foot onto Kappa grounds, already trashed with red solo cups and a couple of passed out partygoers on the front yard — It looked like a scene straight out of Project X.

Careful to not step on those passed out on the grass, Y/N and Blair made it to the front door, pathetically guarded by one of the seemingly drunk pledges. “Damn, looking good mamis.”

The two giggled at the slurred voice of the young man, “You two on the list?” He asked. Before Y/N could open her mouth, Blair already began talking to him.

“Not really, but I think you can make an exception for tonight?” Blair flirted, placing her manicured hand on his bicep, giving the young man false hope of something happening later on.

“Fuck,” He uttered under his breath. “Yeah, you two can come in. Enjoy, ladies.” He stepped out of the way, letting Y/N and Blair come through.

“You gotta teach me how to do that.” Y/N chuckled. “It was like you didn’t have to try at all.”

“Y/N, please, you can totally do that. You just overthink things too much. You didn’t see how he was looking at you at the door?” Blair chuckled. “Now, let’s get you some liquid courage — God knows how much you need it.”

With that, Blair took Y/N’s hand and led her to the dining room, where the infamous Kappa jungle juice was placed. Blair poured herself and Y/N a full cup — the combination of the sweet cranberry juice and the unforgiving strong scent of liquor nearly sent her to a drunken state.

Out of habit, she did a silent prayer before she downed her drink.

“Fuck, that’s strong.” She groaned to herself, the bitter taste of the liquor lingering on her tongue. Y/N pushed herself to drink more — It wouldn’t be a complete first frat party experience without getting shitfaced drunk.

Blair giggled at the sight, “I’ll be right back, N/N. Stay here, ‘Kay?”

“Mhm.” Y/N hummed, acknowledging her. She continued to drink, silently praying once more to get her through the unforgiving taste of the drink in her cup.

God, if you let me get through this, I promise you—

“Yeah, I’d say the prayer is totally necessary.” A deep voice spoke close to her, interrupting her moment with the man upstairs. Y/N turned her head to the side out of curiosity and there he stood less than a foot away — Luigi fucking Mangione smirking at her.

“Say, were you also raised catholic or was that for dramatics?” He teased, making her blush as she looked down at her feet before looking up at him again.

“Definitely both.” Y/N laughed, her free hand playing with her gold cross necklace that laid nicely on her chest.

Luigi’s gaze flickering from her eyes onto her necklace. He admired how the gold cross complimented her glistened skin. The last piece of Y/N’s devotion to God contrasting with the less-than-holy outfit she had on drove him insane.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She spoke, the liquor giving her the courage to introduce herself — something she could’ve never imagined doing stone cold sober. The sound of her voice made him flicker his gaze from her chest onto her eyes, decorated with her signature frames.

He smirked to himself before telling her — “I know who you are, pretty. I’m just surprised to see you here, that’s all.” With that, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her body closer to his, her heart racing faster with just a simple touch.

“You do?” She questioned.

Mangione was two years above her and to the best of her knowledge, they didn’t have any classes together. It was a really big school, after all.

“You don’t know?” He asks, taking in how her eyes glimmered with curiosity as she shook her head. “You’ve seriously never seen the Penn Crush page on Facebook?”

“You know, I don’t really use Facebook like that — So, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.” She smiles, watching him pull out his phone to look up the infamous Penn Crushes page on his screen.

A few seconds pass by and there she was — Y/N L/N all in her glory. She scrolled through his screen, seeing the countless pictures taken of random students that deemed was submitted to the page — yet a lot of those pictures were of her.

There was one picture of her taken from afar where she sat on a random bench, presumably waiting for her next class, and there was another one that she recalled Blair taking a picture and uploaded on her Instagram story. It must’ve been screenshot and submitted as she saw the amount of likes on the post.

She continued to scroll until she saw one post where the caption immediately grabbed her attention —

Penn’s Hottest Virgin, Y/N L/N in a throwback post with the Penn Catholic Service Association. It’s great knowing she’s kept her promise! #virginityrocks

“Oh My God.” Y/N laughs at the post. She recalled joining PCSA when she first came to the school to have an outlet where she could be with others like herself.

She’d thought it’d be a good way to stay connected to her religion while forming new friendships, becoming a dedicated member of the association and getting involved with her community.

Y/N recalled the event from the post as she had to prepare a speech on why it was important to her to keep her promise to God to maintain her purity. At the time, she didn’t mind that people knew if she was a virgin — It was the whole point of the speech!

However, as time passed on and she had since left the association, it was definitely something that she wouldn’t have shared now, nearly two years later.

She read through the comments, barely processing the countless amounts of praise she received unbeknownst to her. “I didn’t think I was on anyone’s radar,” She joked, “Especially as the hottest virgin.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely a fan favorite.” He told her, not before he pulled her impossibly closer. “Have you kept your promise?” He teased, seeing the almost immediate effect he had on her.

She didn’t know if it was the combination of the crowded room they were in with the liquor or the fact that Mangione’s lips were on her ear, asking a question that sounded so innocent, yet so filthy.

The heat rising in her body was getting too much. Y/N felt his hazel eyes following her every move, from the way she subtly pushes up her glasses to the way she clenches her thighs together to relieve the ache in between her legs.

“Yes, sir.” She smiled at him, “But, I think I wanna break it.”

“You do?” He cooed, tucking her hair behind her ear. Luigi knew she wanted him as bad as he did, but he needed those words to come out of her mouth.

She bit her lip, holding back her words for the last time. “I want you to take my virginity.”

With that, he put down his cup on the remaining space on the counter, taking her hand in his and leading her up to his room.

The hallways were completely closed off. It was quiet, a complete one-eighty of the chaos that ensued everywhere else. Luigi unlocked his room, holding the door open for her as she entered what she would describe as the closest thing to heaven.

Y/N turned around to see him close the door and without hesitation, he pulled her by her waist and placed his soft, plump lips onto hers, starting her off slow and sensual — It was the perfect first kiss, she thought, but she knew the slow pace wasn’t going to be enough.

She wanted him so fucking bad, wanting to prove to him that she could take it like the good fucking girl she is. She’d been waiting for him all this time and she couldn’t let it go to waste. Y/N pulled him impossibly closer to her as she began to channel her insatiable desire for him, Mangione following suit.

His hands trailed from her waist and latched onto her hips, fueled by desire as he backed her onto his mattress, their bodies creating a soft thud on the bed. Never breaking the kiss, Luigi ground himself onto her denim shorts, making her moan into the kiss.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” She whimpered, breaking away from their kiss. He was orally fixated on her, his lips continuing their delicious assault on her sensitive skin.

“Gonna mark you up real nice, baby.” He uttered, eliciting a moan from her in response. “You like that, hm? You wanna be marked up by me?”

“So fucking bad.” He smirked at her confession, placing his lips back onto her neck and trailed down to her belly button. His strong hands roughly pulled down her denim shorts, Y/N’s body clad with her tank top and her soaked white thong.

The cool air in his bedroom didn’t help relieve the ache in between her thighs, needing him more than ever. “Bow on your panties? How cute.” He teased, pushing her panties to the side as he licked a bold stripe on her slit.

Her hips jolted at the newfound sensation, Mangione smiling at her reaction. His hands gripped onto her hips as he continued to use his tongue on her relentlessly, needing her to get himself drunk. Luigi couldn’t help himself but gather every last drop of her juices on his tongue, tasting her virginal pussy.

A string of sounds escaped her mouth as his tongue continued to work through her folds, circling his tongue around her clit before sucking on it. Her knees buckled at the suction of his lips.

“Fuck, L-Luigi.” She whimpered.

It was all happening so fast, her mind in a haze as Luigi held her up, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder as he continued to give his all, devouring her as if she was his last meal.

He had love for the game, so determined to make her first time worth it — wanting her to scream his name loud enough so everyone could know he was the first one to fuck Penn’s Hottest Virgin.

“Say it louder, baby. Need everyone to hear you.” He heaved, replacing his mouth with his long, skilled fingers.

She cried in pleasure as his two fingers stretched her out like no other, his digits pressing right up against that spot deep inside her that she could never reach on her own. Her glasses had slipped off her face, laid somewhere on his mattress.

It would’ve frustrated her to not be able to see, but with how good he’d been giving it to her, her eyes had stayed shut, the poor girl only being able to keep them open for only a few seconds until the next wave of pleasure.

“Put them back on for me, baby — Please.” He pleaded, loving how her glasses decorated her face. That was her signature, she’d never been without her glasses since the first time he saw her.

She reached out for her glasses, feeling the hard plastic beside her, putting them back on her beautiful face.

“Did so fucking good baby, listening to me.” He praises her, taking out his fingers and putting his mouth back on her needy pussy.

Y/N was so fucking close, her legs shaking around him as he devours until there’s nothing left — Luigi drinking up all her juices as they spread from her pussy to her thighs and undoubtedly his bedsheets.

Mangione had taken everything from her at that moment — her body, mind and voice. It was all too much, her needy hands reached into his bed of curls, gripping onto them as she buried him impossibly deeper between her thighs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck Lui, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonn-” She cried out, tears running down her face as his name rolled off her tongue, his name being said so many times as if it were a prayer.

It was so sinful, so sexy, and he loved it.

“Cum on it, baby.” He urged, his tongue desperate for another taste. Luigi had been hooked from the first drop and had a craving for more. His tongue trailed from her hole onto the top of her folds, swallowing the remaining juices on her pussy.

“You taste so fucking good.” He praised, kissing her right inner thigh. Luigi could spend his entire life reliving this moment, worshipping her body.

Her body was in a near paralyzed state, the only signs of her liveliness was her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her glasses were now sitting at the tip of her nose, making her look so much sexier to him.

Luigi tried to fight back his infamous shit-eating smirk, but it was no use. He smiled proudly, showcasing the infamous fangs that everyone had been obsessed with, Y/N included.

Seeing those fangs reignited the fire in her body, needing to feel him again. Y/N lifted herself up and got on her fours, crawling to the edge of the bed where he remained kneeled.

There was nothing else on her mind but him. She wanted him to ruin her so fucking badly and so did he. His hazel eyes were clouded with lust as were hers. His dick was uncomfortably strained against his shorts, begging to be inside her virgin pussy.

Mangione leaned closer, his hands gently grab on to her face as he brings her closer to his face, closing the gap between them.

He held her face as their lips moved in sync, much hungrier than before, Y/N tasting the combination of the sweet jungle juice and herself on his tongue. Her hands trailed down his toned body, feeling his hard cock on the palm of her hand.

“Not sure if all of that is gonna fit inside me, Lui.” She joked, as she pulled away from the kiss, gently squeezing his bulge. It felt so fucking good under her hand, the feeling of how hard he was for her made her so much wetter.

“We’ll make it fit. I’ll make sure you’ll take all of it.” He promised, sealing it with a kiss. He pulled down his shorts, revealing how big he was — His tip glossed with precum. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long, N/N — wanted you in my bed since I first saw you.” He confesses, guiding his dick between her folds. His tip rested right at her pussy, inching in slowly as she winced in pain.

“Want me to stop, baby?” He coos, caressing her soft thigh.

She shook her head, “I-I can take it, Lui—S-Swear.”

Satisfied, he pushes himself in her even more. “God, you feel so fucking good — wanna fuck you so hard, but we gotta wait, right?” He teased.

“Fuck me, Lui.” She pleaded, pulling his face down so she could whisper into his ear, the hard plastic pressed against the shell of his ear — “I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."

With that, he pushed himself all the way inside, his dick harder than ever before. The burning sensation intensified, a small shriek erupting from her throat. “F-Fuck.” Y/N gasped.

The initial pain soon subsided as he continued to thrust, his hips connecting to hers — Luigi & Y/N becoming one. She cried with pleasure as Luigi’s pace intensified, making her tits’ jiggle out of the skimpy tank top, her eighteen karat gold chain smacking against her chest.

It felt so fucking wrong, yet so fucking right.

He wasn’t ever supposed to see her in that way — For fucks’ sake, he wasn’t even supposed to know who she was!

Mangione was her fantasy come to life. She loved the way he felt, his cock going in so deep inside her he could see an imprint of where he was. He couldn’t resist, taking her hand in his and placing it on her stomach.

“You feel that? I want you to remember it f-forever.” He groaned. Her cunt grasped him hard, holding him even tighter.

“Oh fuck! Y-You make me feel so fucking g-good, baby.” She whimpered.

“Yeah?” He mocked, grinding his hips deeper into hers, his pace slowing down a bit, making her feel every inch and vein of his. She clenched around him once more, Luigi groaning at the sudden tightness. He worked harder, hips snapping into hers as he picked up the pace once again.

Y/N loved how full he made her, the way he didn’t leave a single part of her body untouched.

“God, it’s like this pussy was made for me. Tell me, how good do I fuck you, baby?” He gripped on her hips, smiling at her fucked out expression.

“So,” It was all she could get out, her speech becoming more incoherent the closer she got. Y/N placed her manicured fingers on her clit rubbing her sensitive bud in circles, matching his pace.

Her body squirmed at the dual stimulation — It was all becoming too much. Y/N wanted this to last forever, never wanting to forget how his big dick felt inside her body, fucking her like the slut she knew she was.

“Luigi!” She screamed in pleasure, reaching her peak. Her walls pulsated around him like crazy, nearly sending Luigi into his climax. As much as he wanted to cum inside her, the thought of him cumming on her beautiful glasses sent him into overdrive.

God, he just loved her fucking glasses.

“Please baby, I just wanna cum on your glasses. Can I, baby?” He pleaded, pulling out of her. He took his needy cock in his strong hand, he inching closer to her frames.

He was so close, how could she deny him such a pleasure?

Y/N nodded, excitedly grabbing his dick from his hold and jerked him, aiming him closer to her frames. “Like this?” She asked sweetly as he shuddered around her touch.

His cum quickly shot out of him, landing on her glasses and coating her vision. “Just like that, sweetheart.” He assured her.

Luigi released himself from her touch, wanting to mark her up with his cum, aiming for below her stomach. He released a string of curses under his breath, chasing his much needed relief.

“Fuck, that was definitely the best sex I’ve ever had.” He breathed, feeling so fucked out as he laid next to Y/N’s body.

At that point, her hair had been messed up as the anti-humidity spray was no longer holding up as some texture had shown up, adding onto her “sexed out” look.

Even with her hair wild and free, she still managed to look so beautiful — Luigi couldn’t get enough.

She shook her head, playfully rolling her eyes at him. “Please, you’re just saying that.”

“I mean every word I say, Y/N. I’ve thought about you so much, it drove me insane — Do you know how hard it is to run a fraternity when there’s only one thing on your mind?” He ranted, now getting up from his spot on the bed.

She shook her head, knowing he couldn’t see her from his private bathroom. She was amused with the Italian. “Didn’t know it was so hard on you, Mr. President.”

“Very hard, actually.” He stated, returning with a damp cloth and wiping her body down. “Especially when she was known as the hottest virgin.” He joked, making her laugh.

Once she’s all wiped down, Luigi then uses his own personal glasses cleaning kit from his bedside drawer, spraying the liquid onto the stained glass, cleaning her frames with such care.

“You’re too much, Luigi.” She smiled, adoring the man beside her. “So detailed, too.”

“I’ll prove it everyday if I have to, Bellisima.” He professes, placing her frames back on her face with such care. “I’m not letting you go after everything you said to me.” Luigi pulls her in for another kiss, reassuring her he was there to stay.

[munsonluhvr]

MOTH TO A FLAME

pairing: exbf! eddie munson x popular!exgf! reader

word count: 1.1k warnings: smut (18+), cheating, not spell checked at all lol - this story is based on the song 'moth to a flame' by the weeknd. you can find it here

✮ find part 2 here

authors note: this was supposed to be a short drabble so that's what we're gonna call this lmao.

In a slow rhythm, you grind against Eddie Munson’s cock, the feeling of him filling you up is nearly euphoric. You’re in Eddie’s van, nestled discreetly in the large backside of the vehicle. His large, rough, ring-covered  hands are placed on your hips, guiding you in the manor he likes. Sweat compiles on your chest and hairline, the efforts of riding Eddie beginning to impact your stamina. Eddie notices your energy begin to falter and is quick to swiftly flip you over, changing your position to missionary.

You sigh softly, half from relief and half from pleasure as Eddie’s cock sinks into your cunt. Your fingers find their way into his hair, bringing in face to hover over yours. Eddie wastes no time stroking into you at an even pace, just the way he knows you like it. Your lips maneuver their way to Eddie’s, and you combine your mouths together, a soft moan escaping before they seal together.  

When you kiss Eddie, you feel pleasure and an overwhelming feeling of guilt. To be clear, Eddie is your ex, breaking up with him nearly a half a year ago. You now have a new boyfriend, Andy who plays on the basketball team, but you consistently find yourself in the arms of Eddie, sneaking away in the dark of the night to Eddie’s trailer, or hiding from the sunlight in the depths of his van. In the day, you stand beside Andy, playing the role of the perfect, loyal girlfriend who cheers him on charismatically at basketball games. In the evening you’re Eddie’s personal slut.

As if Eddie can read your mind, which you’re convinced he can, he slows his pace, taking the time to bend down to your ear. “Do you think he knows?” 

You know exactly who Eddie is talking about. “What?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing your game of avoidance too well.  “Do you think he knows you call me when he sleeps to come pick you up and fuck you?” 

You hate being confronted by Eddie about your wrongdoings, not that he’d ever bully you about them since he knows that could cause you to never call him again. You know it’s wrong and Eddie does too. But Eddie will show up, pulling you away from Andy, anytime you ask; he’d do anything to have you back as his girlfriend, as his. Sometimes, Eddie just likes to nudge you a little, silently asking you to reconsider your relationship with “that Andy guy” Eddie normally says. 

“Can we not talk about that right now?” You ask, your eyes working hard not to roll back in your head as Eddie begins to pick up his stroke pace. “I know, I’m a bad person, I’m fucking my ex while I’m dating someone else.” 

Eddie feels a smile pulling at his lips, though he tries not to cringe when you refer to him as your ex. Eddie decides to drop it, at least for the moment. To distract you, Eddie moves away from your face, leaving a trail of kisses that lead to your tits. With one of his hands, he cups one, letting it tongue flick across your nipple. Your back arches, your legs twitch, as he works his mouth on your assets. “Eddie, fuck, everything feels so good.” Eddie smiles against your skin, loving your praise and the way he can make you feel good. ‘Can Andy do that?’ Eddie thinks to himself before shaking the thought out of his head. 

In your abdomen, you feel a knot form in your stomach, the sign that you’re on the brink of orgasming. Eddie, too, feels the sensation that signals he’s close too; your time on top, riding Eddie, did a number on him as he had to hold himself back from finishing several times. 

Your legs tighten around Eddie’s waist, bringing his cock deeper inside of you, and you begin to writher underneath him. In only a few strokes, you cum, hard, around Eddie’s cock, triggering Eddie to finish too, filling your cunt with white, sticky ropes of his seed. Your breath shallows as your body works to recollect the breath and energy that’s been wiped out of you. 

Eddie lay’s next to you, brushing a strand of hair that clings to your forehead off your face. “Now can we talk about it?” 

You turn your head over to Eddie, a disappointed look on your face. “Eddie, why? Nothing is going to change.” 

Eddie frowns, lifting himself up onto his elbow. “Why not? You’re telling me Andy can make you come that hard?” 

You open your mouth to speak but close it. The answer is no, Andy can’t make you come that hard, but telling Eddie that would only fuel his efforts to get you to break up with Andy. 

“So, we’re just going to keep sneaking around? As if Andy will never figure out why you’re completely missing from your house and unreachable by phone several times a week.” Eddie says, shaking his head. “Why can’t you just break up with him since you spend more time with me anyway? I know you’re going to say he’s good for you and all your friends like him more then they like me but save me the bullshit and tell me the truth.” 

You sigh, sitting up to find your clothes to throw back on. “Eddie, it’s just complicated.” You say, slipping your panties on, your pants, and your shirt. You stuff your bra into your bag, not feeling like putting in on. As you put on your shoes, Eddie’s fingers travel down your bare arms, creating goosebumps across your skin. “I know it’s my fault,” Eddie hums, the pad of his thumb brushing against your arm, “-that we broke up. I promise to be better for you if you give me another chance, y/n.” 

One thing you know is that Eddie never breaks a promise. You grab your backpack that sits in the passenger seat and sling it over your shoulder. You offer him a small smile, knowing you’ll end up with Eddie again, some day. You use the lever on the door of the van to open the sliding door. “Same time tomorrow?” you say, hoping Eddie will comply. 

As usual, Eddie nods, knowing one day you’ll come around. Besides, he has to admit that sneaking around being your punk ass new boyfriends back excites him as if it’s some sort of revenge against Andy. Sending you to hang out with your boyfriend while you’re filled with Eddie’s come might as well be an early birthday present for Eddie. “Same time tomorrow,” Eddie says, slipping his hellfire club t-shirt on.