| bishop x f!reader | notes: kinda long! Practically takes place throughout episode 2 and Rue’s storyline so I suggest you watch it! | warnings: smut, wheeeww pound town, unprotected sex, different sex positions, mentions of death, drugs, weapons, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff, fighting, lying, etc.| mdni18+ | wc: 3k |
You wanted to deny how much you loved waking up with Bishop by your side.
But you couldn’t.
Not with how you felt his soft breathing against your ear. His soft cold hand holding your warm hand, slightly caressing it.
Now early in the morning, you and Bishop laid in bed, just looking at each other. “If we had a baby…” You mumbled, “Stop.” He cuts you off, only making you laugh. It’s crazy to think that the two of you were arguing hours before.
Or that Tish is dead.
“I hope it has your nose.” You finish your sentence, but Bishop just rolls his eyes. “I have to go change.” Bishop stood up, it was 5am in the morning and he still needed to go to his house to change and then head to Alamo’s. Especially with the new hire he brought. Rue.
You stay still seeing his movements. Put on his outfit of last night and even fix his hair lightly on your vanity. It was funny seeing Bishop’s neutral self in a girly pretty room. “You’re so cute.” You giggle, standing up to stand behind him.
“Stop.” He mutters, catching your eyes in the reflection of your mirror. “What happened to the girl anyway? Did Alamo kill her?” You asked. “She’s probably gonna work with you now.” Bishop said a little too quick, knowing your incoming reaction.
A serious expression appeared on you, “What?”. Bishop turned to look at you. “Silver Springs. He’ll probably put her to work there.” Your brows furrowed, angry and confused at Bishop’s statement. “You’re fucking with me.” You scoff making your way to the kitchen.
“Don’t let her upset you.” Bishop follows behind, in awe with you on your own space, despite the anger inside of you. “She killed Tish, Bishop. That fucking tweaker brought those drugs and killed her.” You said keeping your composure.
You raise your hands in the air, “And she doesn’t even have the body to dance!” Bishop laughs quietly at your statement, making you stop your tracks. He quickly clears his throat, a smile creeps on your face.
“She’s not gonna dance, Lola. She’ll deal drugs for the clients.” He explained, but you just step forward, “I don’t like her.” “You don’t have to like her.” He whispers, hands finding your waist. “I don’t like her either.” You hum at his words, hands wrapped around his neck. “Can you promise me you’ll fuck me tonight?” You whisper grazing your lips against his.
Bishop grumbles, “Can’t keep promises, baby.” He kisses you, having you kiss back instantly. “I know you will though.” You kiss him one more time, before going back to the kitchen. “You want coffee?” You asked looking for your coffee beans.
He wasn’t gonna say no, he couldn’t. So, there he sat on your kitchen island. In complete awe.
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“Sorry you had to see that, Lola.” You were sitting on Eddy’s office, Alamo on the phone. “It’s alright.” You mumbled. It wasn’t, but it was far too late to turn back. “Between you, Eddy and I, I’m giving you a raise.” Your ears perk up, looking at Eddy who was also holding the phone.
“Really?” You genuinely ask, “Yes. Now you know better to not say anything. Now hang up cause I got more calls to do.” Alamo quickly finishes it off. Leaving you and Eddy on the office. “Said he’s bringing a new assistant, anything I should know?” He asked you but you just hum making your way out, “Wouldn’t trust that thing.”
Now on your vanity you quickly go to messages to find Bishop’s contact that was under ‘Big Dick Shop’ to not cause more speculations.
I really not gonna fuck with that bitch.
Like I’ll smack the fuck out of her!
I know.
What did Alamo tell you?
I get a raise if I stay quiet.
Which obviously I will but
Idk this isn’t going to be my life forever.
What’s your point?
I’ll get justice for Tish.
Idk what I’m going to tell Angel.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
🙄bruh
I have to go.
I can be at your place at 12am.
Fun
Sleepover
No.
Yes
Goodbye.
I’ll think of your huge dick inside of me all day.
“Yo.” You quickly snap your head up, turning your phone off you look to your right, Angel. “Hey you.” You said softly, seeing her sit on her chair and faces the empty sit in between the two of you, Tish’s chair.
“How was the party?” She asked, quickly opening her bag. Your heart dropped to your ass. You shrug, reaching for a new bra you bought you fiddled with it. “It was chill, I honestly blacked out. I don’t even remember how I got home.” You lied.
Angel just hums, looking back at you, “Where’s Tish?” You really felt like you could faint, but your life was at the line with this. “I don’t know.” “Didn’t she go to the party?” Angel pushes. You play dumb, just another shrug. “Yeah but, I didn’t stay for that long. You haven’t seen her?” Angel scoffs, making her way to her locker.
“I wouldn’t be fucking asking you if I have. Ridícula.” For the first time you felt scared of Angel, you’d never seen her get this way. You clear your throat, looking down to your bag, “Ask Alamo. He should know.” But Angel just muttered away, hearing her phone ring was the last thing you heard.
“Y ella? Qué le pasa?” You look up again. Magick.
“Magick what the fuck happened?” The way you phrased it made the other girls look up. Seeing Magick stand with a neck brace. “Eddy's not gonna let you dance with that.” Rochelle said, laughing. “I’ll bedazzle it.” You offer before this whole thing got more complicated.
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The moment you got home at night; you saw Bishop’s car on the parking lot. You see him looking down, approaching the stairs that led to your house, he looks up.
The biggest smile on your face to him. You quickly raise the Aeropostale sweater you had on, flashing him your boobs. You quickly run up the stairs, not noticing how Bishop was getting out the car, following behind.
But it didn’t take long to let Bishop in. To kiss him like he wasn’t just here this morning. To bounce on top of him, unforgiving moans coming out of you. His strong hands guiding you up and down, eyes glued to the way your tits bounced and his dick going in and out of you.
“This is all you thought about all day?” Bishop looks up at you. “My dick inside of you?” You whimper at his questions, too lost on the feeling of Bishop pushing in and out your tight walls. “Yes, B.” You kissed down his jaw, laying your head on his shoulder, “All I wanted was this. All day.” He lowly hums, smacking your bouncing ass.
It’s didn’t take for you to reach your high, to go down on your knees and suck Bishop like a popsicle, reaching for that cream on the inside. “Fuck— Bunny.” Bishop groaned, not being able to keep his eyes open. You pull out, strings of saliva connected from your mouth to his dick,
“Want it on my face.” You whisper, slobbering his head all over your mouth. Bishop can’t believe you sometimes, how sexual you get with him. Who would’ve thought it be him and you in this position.
Bishop gasps the moment he sees his cum land on your face, followed by so much more started to come out. And how you stood there, mouth open, receiving every drop on your tongue, cheeks, and even on your forehead.
He had to pull your hand away from his now soft erection, with his head pushed back catching his breath. Looking down, he’s met with your face, looking down with a finger on your mouth. You were tasting his cum.
“You’re wild, you know that?” Bishop whispers, petting the top of your head, as if your face wasn’t covered in cum. You flash him a soft smile, slowly standing in wobbly legs. “Let’s watch a movie.”
Laying on your bed, Bishop caressed your head that was laying on his chest. “I love this scene.” You whisper seeing ‘Bling Ring’ the robbery scene playing. “How was today?” Bishop asked, moving his hand to your neck, making you turn to him.
You hum, repeating the moments of today in your head. “Magick came back with a neck brace I bedazzled it but, I don’t think Eddy is gonna let her wear it…” You start talking, receiving Bishop’s low hums, letting you know he was listening.
“That thing, came in, met the girls, met Eddy. I completely ignored her.” Rolling your eyes you repeat the moment Rue came in, and how quick Angel laid her eyes on her. “Angel’s probably fucking her right now.” Bishop raises his eyebrows, finding your eyes. “You don’t know that.” You scoff, sitting up. “Bishop, a girl’s intuition is never wrong.”
He just shrugs looking back at the TV. “Wouldn’t be the right thing to do.” How accurate.
You raise your eyebrows, “Right.”
“Angel asked about Tish.” You said after a moment of silence, you feel Bishop’s hand give your neck a soft squeeze. “What did you say?” You let out a shuddered breath, the image of Tish on the floor replaying on your head. “That I didn’t see her much at the party, that I left early and that she should ask Alamo.”
You bite your lip, “The girls already started a rumor that she ran away with someone.” Bishop sighs deeply, “Then let’s keep it that way.”
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It was complicated to keep it that way. It only took Angel two days before she got angrier at the secrets and unknown questions that were being kept from her.
You noticed one night when you were at one of the poles, from the corner of your eye seeing her walk up to the bar, it was her fifth drink of the night in hand. You saw Rue ask her something, hard to hear because of the music.
It didn’t last since you saw her make her way towards Alamo’s booth, where Bishop and G were found sitting. The only thing you could hear was her asking for Tish. You took a spin on the pole, your eyes land back to seeing Angel flip Bishop off and walk away. For a second your eyes meet. You look away.
The next morning, the club hadn’t even opened, and Angel kept spiraling about Tish. It felt like hell on earth with her yelling and how she practically destroyed the makeup room.
“You need to chill. Like seriously.” You stood in the corner, two of the dancers by the hallway and others way further. You kept your arms crossed, hugging your own body while Angel just kept moving around, crashing everything.
That’s when she got near you, finger pointing straight to your face, it was shaking, so was Angel’s face, almost as if she was holding every emotion possible. “You know something. You have to know something.”
You don’t move, you don’t even breath or blink. It didn’t give you enough time since Eddy walked in. A quick shout towards Angel. “You stay here and shut your ass up or I bust your ass out of here if you continue this nonsense.”
But Angel wasn’t having it, it’s why she chose to start throwing anything she could get on her hands and throw it to his direction. Eddy quickly turned away swearing but making his way to the doorway.
“Angel!” He yells again, making his way back, you and the girls quickly hide to his office to avoid a fight.
“You throw one more fucking shoe at me, I’m gonna knock you the fuck out!”
Angel threw another shoe. Straight to his face.
It didn’t take long for Rue to be called and head to Eddy to offer help. “Lola, seriously, what happened?” Now standing in the hallway, whispering, you and two of the dancers stood on your robes, not daring to walk in until Angel calmed down.
“I really wish I could tell you guys if I remembered.” You quickly turned to Angel, pacing around the room, “But I don’t. I don’t know what else she wants from me.”
“Angel!” Rue crosses to the room, only to be met with another shoe being thrown at her by Angel, making you and the girls turn heads. It wasn’t exactly a nice image. Especially with the words coming out of Angel’s mouth.
But that didn’t stop Rue from cussing her back. Starting to give Angel a taste of her own medicine. And that shut her off quick.
“We can keep doing this or we can talk!” Rue yells, making Angel hold her anger for a minute, just to agree with Rue’s options, heading away to the bathroom.
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You and Angel didn’t talk about what Rue told her. But you could imagine, Angel knew how Tish died.
She began to spiral. Not in a good way.
Drinking her way through work and even her free time. Using drugs to make herself feel numb. She was making Silver Springs feel heavy. Badly heavy.
“I’m not back till 1am. I’m covering for Angel.” You stood in the corner of the club, Bishop on the phone. “Why do you keep covering for her?” Bishop stood in his balcony, looking from afar trying to paint the image in his head.
You shrug to yourself, “Eddy has a mess here. No Tish. No Angel. We’re being put extra.” That’s when you see Angel unresponsive, the man she was giving a lap dance to arguing with Eddy for a refund.
“Come tonight. Bye.” You hang up, making your way to the makeup room. Sitting on the chair, you hear your phone ding.
I miss you so much.
“That girl needs help, yeah?” Rue walks in, apparently talking to you. You slowly turn your head to her, that tall figure and funky clothes she always wore.
You sit up, giving her and up and down look, “Maybe if you didn’t fucking kill Tish, you wouldn’t be in this fucking position.” Rue quickly furrows her brows, giving the door a quick look before looking back at you. “How do you know that?” She whispers but you just stand up, fix the dark purple set you had on and brushed past her.
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You walked in a little late to Silver Springs. Last night you saw Bishop after not seeing him for five days. And well, you missed him.
Your bed creaked hard against the wall, you would think Bishop was being sent off to war with how hard and needy his thrusts were meeting your ass. “You needed this didn’t you?” Bishop grunted above you. A hard grip on your hips as he fucked his dick in and out of you.
Moans and whimpers were the only thing that came out your mouth. It felt so good. Almost too good being fucked by Bishop on a fresh clean bed inside a cold room. “I needed it. Baby— I needed you.” You moan out, gripping your sheets as tight as you could.
Bishop leaned down, soft groans and huffs against your ears. “You were so good, weren’t you? Eddy told me you were on your best behavior.” You roll your eyes, pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts.
You can hear him smirk, a hand wrapping around your neck to make you look at him despiste your fuck out expression. “You did it for me? All for me, princess?”
His thrusts got harder, faster; you could feel him getting close. You could only whine to him, a small nod, “I did it for you B— I wanted to be good for you...” Bishop hums, pushing you back to the mattress so he could hold your hips.
As much as he loved having your face right by his, the image of his dick coming in and out of your wet pussy was the thing he didn’t want to miss out on. Especially when he felt you twitch, on him, gripping him hard, almost as if you were trying to slow him down.
“Creaming all over me, do you know that baby?” And he was right. His whole dick had started to come out covered with your white cream, you couldn’t help it, not when Bishop fucked you so deep and hard that it made you break down.
That didn’t stop you from sitting up, short sobs coming out of your mouth and lustful tears. “It feels so good!” You moan out, pushing yourself back to his dick, you heard him groan at your new movement, “I don’t want you to stop— please.” You could feel your orgasm come close, building up like it was a volcano.
“I won’t.” Bishop said. Eyes closed; he had no idea what came over him. “Are you on the pill?” His question gets your attention, quickly turning around, you shake your head.
Despite his poker face, you could tell he was thinking, quickly picking himself up. “I’ll buy you the pill.” Oh my God, Bishop is— “I’m gonna cum inside, ok?” You moan at his words, like you literally moan to the idea of him finishing inside of you.
“I want it…Bishop I want it so bad.” You hiccupped, so lost in the feeling. “I want to cum…baby— please cum with me. I want to feel it...” You continue to beg. Bishop leans forward and finds your lips, crashing them together. That’s when you felt it, the volcano explode.
You moaned against Bishop’s mouth with your orgasm washing over you. Quick gasps escaped when you felt him cum. Inside. Thick white spurts of cum shooting inside of you. You were gone. Bishop had bitten down on your shoulder, leaving a mark, he had never felt something feel as good as it did right now.
You could’ve said it right there, with Bishop’s seed making his way inside, his soft hands on your body and his hard breathing against you.
I love you.
The scenery of last night cuts off when you hear Angel yell at Eddy. It didn’t give you time to think before you see her angrily walk away the club. Looking through the window, you see her make her way towards Rue.
“She’s going to rehab.” You turn to see Midnight and Magick stand behind you. You shake your head lightly, “She can’t afford that.” But that’s when Eddy walked by, “Alamo’s covering it.”
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“Why would Alamo cover it?” You laid on the floor of your house, back against the couch where Bishop sat beside you. He was cleaning his gun, took the opportunity to show you the parts of it.
“He takes care of his dancers, I assume.” He answers, hands busy with the weapon and towel. You look back to him, head resting on his thigh, “She really wasn’t ok, B. Like— mentally she wasn’t ok.”
Bishop just raises his eyebrows, his hand finding your head to pet it, he had gotten so used to doing this. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Back in a couple of weeks better than ever.”
It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep on top of him. You had told him, ‘I’m just closing my eyes’ but that led to you softly snoring on his chest for 20 minutes. Taking the opportunity of your sleeping figure, he had put ‘Have Gun - Will Travel’ on your TV, after an episode or two he’d lead you to bed for a good night sleep.
That was his plan until his phone rang. Rue. He takes a quick look down at you before answering it. Picking up the phone, he only hears a seatbelt before Rue talked, “Yeah, I just dropped her off.” “Copy that.” Bishop talks, knowing he had to now pass the message to Alamo.
He hoped it ended then, but Rue talked again, “I’m a little worried about her, though.” Bishop doesn’t think about keeping this ongoing. Instantly, he thought about the best words his family taught him growing up, “God helps those who help themselves.” He ends the call with that, not wishing to continue this conversation. He does stay looking at the phone for a moment, thinking about how much trouble this woman has slowly been bringing.
“Who was that?” Your voice alerts Bishop. Seeing how you slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes, slowly stretching. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Bishop says, caressing your leg, but you just shrug. “Who were you talking to?” You ask again.
Bishop felt that emotion again. Desire. Desire to take you away from all of this. A life you didn’t deserve to land on. Wanted to run away with you and start over. Just you, and only you were the thing he desired.
cw: sub!choso, fem!sub, overstimulation, masturbation, fem dom, malesub.
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Sex with Choso was something you enjoyed, but what made you want to have sex with him was the fact that he cum long before you could reach orgasm.
Being so sensitive when he fucked you, and his cock becoming more sensitive than it could cry with a simple touch, he was forced to make you cum with his fingers. You weren't having a bad time, he's very good with his fingers, even more so when two of them go in and his other hand is busy making circles on your clit, making you see heaven when you came on his fingers.
It had been a long day at work for you, Choso greeted you with a hug and hot food, letting out a sigh as you clung to his neck hugging him while he held your waist.
After eating, they brush their teeth together and tidy up the kitchen before going to sleep, but you knew that wouldn't happen.
Choso started with sweet kisses on your cheeks, then on your lips, ending on your neck and his hands holding your waist. Your arms clung to his biceps, moaning with every kiss and bite he left on your skin. Your hand went down to his crotch, stroking his cock over his shorts, he shuddered, he stood up to take off your underwear but you pulled his hands away from the straps of your panties. Choso looked at you with confusion in his eyes, his hands staying away from your hips, resting them on your knees.
—I don't want you to fuck me today.
Choso looked at you and nodded, he was so respectful of you whether you wanted something or not that he listened to you like a puppy. He settled down on the bed, looking at you with a smile, while caressing your face.
—It's okay. I love you, good night.
He was going to lay back down until you moved your hand to his chin, he raised his head instinctively and saw your beautiful face close to his. You gave him a kiss, sticking your tongue in his mouth exploring the inside of his mouth, almost instantly he began to pante on your lips, still not touching you, but you were touching him. You separated from his lips, looking at how he looked, he was a mess of panting and his face was red as could be.
—I said I don't want you to fuck me. I didn't say I don't want to fuck you.
Choso opened his eyes in surprise, looking at you with confusion on his face, you gave him a smile, to kiss him again slowly, feeling his hand move up your arms, and your hand going down to the hem of his sleeveless shirt.
—Let-Let me cum... Please.
Choso panted and moaned desperately, with you in front of him, stroking his cock and playing with his balls. You had used lubricant, but it wasn't necessary due to the amount of precum that was emanating from the head of his cock, squeezing it around your hand slowly but with the perfect fit so that your boyfriend shuddered with each caress.
You watched him clutch at the sheets of the bed, his hips stuttering and his face streaked with tears and drool dripping as he stuck his tongue out in pleasure. He bit his lip, writhing with you on top of him, bucking up when he couldn’t resist anymore and cum in your hand, letting out those beautiful moans that your neighbors would complain about the next morning.
Choso trembled, curling his toes and lying exhausted on the bed, panting exhaustedly and with his torso stained with semen.
—I never said I let you cum. What a shame.
At no point did you let go of his cock, when you went back to stroking it again he moaned and sobbed, covering his mouth and rolling his eyes as you overstimulated him, it was incredible how sensitive he was with just your hands. It would be a long night until you gave him permission to cum, or on the contrary, to leave him dry.
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a/n: otro repost. esto es un poco distinto a las cosas que escribo, porque mayormente escribo maledom, pero adoro a choso siendo un sub jejejejjeje
cw: university au, professor!nanami x f!reader, smut without plot, blowjob, titjob, little piss kink, dubious consent.
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Kento Nanami is one of the most feared teachers at the university, being difficult for most students. But with you it’s different.
You always caught him seeing you more than he was allowed to. How cute that mini skirt looked hugging your waist and squeezing your thighs was something he couldn’t stop thinking about all day, especially when classes ended.
Anyway, after a long day at work, Nanami headed to the bathroom, loosening his tie. He sighed as he opened the door; it was empty except for one door, which was closed. Assuming it was jammed, he’d let the janitor know later.
He stepped into one of the stalls, unzipping his pants to urinate. He thought about everything that awaited him next week: the exams he would give to the second-year students, the grades he had to correct for his first-year students. All those thoughts vanished when he remembered his precious student, recalling the cute pants she was wearing today…
When he finished urinating, his hand moved down his belly to his sensitive cock, giving a few soft caresses. If he hurried, he would cum instantly…
His hand began to move, back and forth, squeezing his fingers as he reached the head of his cock, releasing a moan he’d been keeping in the back of his throat for a long time. The precum was already showing and staining his fingers, he cursed under his breath, lifting his shirt in case the cum preferred to drip on him. A few more caresses, thinking about your exposed legs, when you would accidentally open them and let him see under your skirt, your lips moving when you spoke to your teacher. Nanami let all of that out in a jet of cum, falling onto the toilet lid, cursing under his breath and panting, as if all the oxygen in the world was running out.
He wiped the mess off his hand and the toilet lid, stepping out of the stall to wash his hands, now seeing the open stall door that was closed. He stared at the cubicle from the reflection in the mirror, and then he noticed how it opened, and you came out of the cubicle, with those cute jeans that hug your hips and part of your thighs…
“Hey, what are you doing here? This is the men’s restroom.”
You didn’t say a word as you approached Nanami. He was definitely taller, but it wasn’t a disadvantage for you.
Your hand moved to his crotch, caressing his cock hidden by his pants. You sighed, noticing its size and thickness. Nanami trembled at your touch, pulling your hand away.
“Come on... Don’t do this... It’s not right, we can’t...”
“We can’t” was a rather peculiar choice of words. It wasn’t “I don’t want to,” which you assumed meant he desired you as much as you desired him. His pleas were useless to you. You pressed your body against Nanami’s, the neckline of your tank top offering a spectacular view of your breasts, pressed against your teacher’s heaving chest.
“Nanami, I don’t care... I want you... I want you in my mouth...”
Your words were enough to make Nanami let out a moan. Swallowing hard, she saw you pulling down the straps of your shirt. Shit. You weren’t wearing a bra.
You knelt in front of Nanami. He kept insisting, holding your hands to stop you from unzipping his pants. He begged you to stop, his voice hoarse and those gasps that escaped him as he watched your breasts move and press together when you moved your arms.
“God, stop it. Why are you doing this?” You’re an excellent student, there’s no need to do this… Please… Someone might hear…”
Nanami’s cheeks were so red and her eyes were shining with fear. You looked at him, pressing your cheek against the bulge in his crotch. You knew he couldn’t resist you, you knew he watched you in class, that he looked at your legs under the table, that he leaned closer than usual to give you a more detailed explanation when you didn’t understand the topic, that he didn’t look at anyone else with those eyes but you.
“No one will hear us, no one will know, it’ll be something only we know.”
Nanami was torn by an internal debate. He was a responsible adult; he wouldn't do this to one of his prized students in a million years. But another part of him wanted to pull down his pants and put his penis in your mouth, feel your tongue caress the base and collect every trace of semen that came out, showing it to you with drops of saliva and his fluids dripping onto your breasts.
Nanami moved his hands away from yours, placing them at his sides. He looked at you; you seemed surprised, but a smile formed on your lips. You slowly lowered the zipper of his pants. You could already see his cock hard from his sexual thoughts about you. Your hand moved to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down.
Nanami’s cock was just as you had imagined it, with a beautiful color on the head, his pubic area shaved, not a single hair, only the blond line that rose towards his navel—the only thing you had always imagined he had. The tip of his penis was already wet with pre-ejaculate. Completely clean. Just like in all those porn videos you watched, you almost suspected Nanami had a secret life as an adult film actor.
“Just… Touch it… Touch it a little.”
You sighed, rested your chin on one of Nanami’s thighs, and stroked the tip of his cock, slowly moving your hand up and down. Nanami trembled at the sensation. He wasn’t someone who masturbated daily, but in such a lonely life where the lack of sex affected him, he couldn’t help but touch himself.
“Do it slowly… Move your wrist and gently squeeze your fingers…”
You followed Nanami’s instructions, your fingers tightening at the base of his cock. He arched his back, letting out a gasp, closing his eyes. You looked at his expression, full of excitement. If this was how he reacted to your hand, you didn’t want to imagine what it would be like with your mouth.
You reached the base of his cock, gently squeezing his balls. He let out a groan louder than before, instantly covering his mouth with his hand, embarrassed that his student could hear him moan like that, or that anyone else in the school could.
You smiled at Nanami’s reaction, tapping his balls again with the heel of your hand as you masturbated him. You gasped, stopping your caress, and placed your hands on his thighs. Sensing your hands leaving, Nanami looked at you. You were bringing your mouth closer to his cock; its size was surprisingly large, something he'd never noticed before, seeing how half your face was hidden by it from his perspective.
“No. No. Wait… Don’t use your—”
He couldn’t finish speaking as your lips pressed against the base of his cock. Nanami let out a moan, along with whispered insults. Cursing the moment he wasn’t so subtle when he stared at your breasts or followed you away from his class. He cursed himself for all of it and for how good your mouth was at sucking his cock.
You moved your head slowly, back and forth, not quite taking it all in because of its size. Nanami was dying to pull your hair and use your mouth like a sex toy. The thought made you taste the precum on your tongue; you knew he was having those thoughts.
You pulled his cock out of your mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. You smiled at him, biting your lip. Nanami couldn’t go on like this anymore, with your stupid games and the way you looked at him and smiled.
He leaned against the sink; the height of his cock was now the same as your breasts. Nanami lowered his hands and cupped your breasts, squeezing them together. He heard you gasp as his large, rough hands pressed against your nipples, pinching and rotating them with his fingers. You felt wet, your cunt beginning to dampen your underwear. And Nanami was no exception; his cock dripped onto your breasts, kneading them with his hands, desperate yet so gently at the same time. You watched him, with no intention of stopping him. That’s when his cock aligned itself between your breasts, groaning deeply and beginning to thrust slowly, using your soft, lovely breasts for his pleasure, just as he did at home with his pillows.
“This is what you wanted, right? There you go, baby.”
His fingers moved to your nipples as he squeezed them, forcing you closer. You took it as a signal, sticking out your tongue and licking the head of his cock each time it approached your lips, gasping as your tongue caressed his sensitive glans, relishing the taste and scent of Nanami.
It wasn’t long before Nanami buried his cock between your breasts, reaching your mouth. He moved his hips in slow circles as he cum in your mouth, panting and biting his lip, pinching your nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing them for a second longer before releasing them and taking hold of the back of your head so his cock slid fully into your mouth. He stroked your hair, feeling your throat tighten sweetly around the tip of his cock, savoring the cum and your teacher’s sweet moans.
“Fuck... Can you taste that?... Can you taste my piss, baby?”
You looked at him for a moment before pulling his cock from your mouth with a soft pop, staring up at him from the floor with those large eyes that begged for his undivided attention. You were lucky Nanami was a generous man, because otherwise, he would have left you alone in that bathroom, your lust unsatisfied.
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a/n: esto es un repost, arreglado, pero es un repost. hace tiempo quería escribir algo de Nanami, porque, daaale, es Nanami 🫦🫦🫦
cw: nsfw, first time, anal fingering, sweat as lubricant, f-word mention, gay porn.
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Yoshiki discovered the pleasure of putting his hand inside Hikaru.
Literally.
Not because he liked the sensation of touching marinated raw chicken, but because of Hikaru's expressions and moans. For example, the way he unconsciously closed his eyes and smiled nervously when he felt Yoshiki's fingers inside his chest, as if searching for something. The way Hikaru would take Yoshiki's arm to go deeper. Yoshiki would just stare at Hikaru, blushing as he watched Hikaru moan and whisper that it felt good.
And at night. God. Yoshiki couldn't think of anything else.
He thought that he himself could feel like that inside, that he could touch himself internally and it would feel the same or even better than touching Hikaru—maybe just inserting his fingers, not something as extreme as his whole hand inside him.
Something was proposed, something that perhaps Hikaru was willing to do, perhaps, and only perhaps, this would be part of making this new Hikaru more human, of making him feel things that only humans can, of feeling that pleasure of touching and being touched, but in a different way than Hikaru was used to with Yoshiki.
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Friday at 2:36 p.m. Yoshiki held his bicycle sideways as Hikaru followed, explaining that he wasn't waiting until nightfall because "his" mom was going to buy ice cream for dessert. After that infernal heat that enveloped them all those exhausting afternoons after school, ending the day with a cold dessert wouldn't be a bad idea at all. Besides, Hikaru should know the taste of chocolate with almonds; something smooth with crunchy textures would be delicious.
"Do you want to come over? Mom said she was going shopping with Kaoru, so she asked me not to leave the house alone, just for a few hours."
Hikaru's face seemed to light up, smiling sweetly at Yoshiki, nodding immediately and following him with his own bicycle alongside, pushing it along the slightly dusty asphalt path.
When they arrived, both of them had flushed cheeks and were sweating, especially at this stage of their lives, where puberty was in its final stages, but still very much alive in their hormones and systems. But, my god… It was infernal how even the ground could burn and melt.
Yoshiki opened the door to his home, and Hikaru followed him in, asking permission to enter. They hurried to Yoshiki's room, turning on the small fan he had in the corner. Hikaru stood in front of it, lifting his shirt, his torso bare as he let the cool air from the fan blades spin rapidly, causing the sweat on his skin to melt slightly, and he let out a relieved sigh.
Yoshiki sat on the floor, adjusting the collar of his school shirt, unbuttoning a few buttons, and feeling the sweat dripping down his neck and underarms. Yoshiki wasn't exactly tidy, but the uncomfortable sensation of sweat staining his clothes, leaving yellow patches, disgusted him.
"Move out of the way..."
Yoshiki pushed Hikaru aside slightly, sitting down next to him, copying him by lifting his shirt and letting the fan blow the sweat off him. Hikaru chuckled a little at Yoshiki copying him, his gaze glancing down at Yoshiki's abdomen, noticing how glistening his skin looked with sweat. Far from feeling disgusted, he was intrigued by Yoshiki's delicate figure.
"You want to touch me today? You didn't this week."
Hikaru looked at Yoshiki with that neutral expression, the one he copied so well from his late friend.
Yoshiki looked at him, swallowing hard, his mouth feeling dry from the heat, but then he remembered… He remembered that he had to teach Hikaru more about the human body and life, as well as the pleasure of touching himself.
“No… I don’t feel like it… Wouldn’t you rather touch me?”
Yoshiki said shyly, but Hikaru looked at him as if he had been offered a chocolate almond ice cream. His face lit up; he was so naive and oblivious to Yoshiki’s true intentions that it made Yoshiki feel a little sorry for him and tender.
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“Are you sure I have to touch you there? Isn’t there where the…?”
Hikaru was lying with his shirt on the side of the bed, Yoshiki was too, and his pants and underwear were also off, he was practically naked, his legs spread and his hips lifted, while his hands parted his buttocks. The fan was still on, but even so, perspiration reached Yoshiki’s most intimate areas, making him a little more nervous now.
“Yeah… I know, but it’s okay… It’s the same as when I put my hand inside you… You just have to do it more slowly and with just your fingers.”
Hikaru didn’t protest anymore, not if that would make Yoshiki uncomfortable, and it seemed he already was, because his face was completely red, from his neck to the tips of his ears, barely looking at Hikaru and with a slight frown.
Hikaru approached, his hands passing over Yoshiki's. He felt Yoshiki tremble and gently spread his buttocks, revealing his entrance. He noticed it was clean, but sweaty, the scent of sweat filling his nostrils.
Hikaru brought his thumb to his entrance, rubbing gently. It was indeed wet with sweat, but he wasn't disgusted. This was supposed to be how a human body felt; the inside could be the same or worse. He began to press, afraid of hurting Yoshiki with his fingernail, or that his thumb was too large and might injure him. Yoshiki couldn't open himself, so he tried to handle it as gently as possible, always rubbing, without forcing his thumb inside.
Eventually, Yoshiki felt his dick contract at the sensation, becoming noticeably hard. He tried to hide it with his hands, but as soon as he relaxed, Hikaru slipped his thumb inside him, making Yoshiki gasp.
"Is this... Is this good?"
Hikaru said, watching Yoshiki bite his index finger, then grab his leg with his free hand, lifting it so Hikaru could touch him deeply and thoroughly. After a while, he lost that deep shame; he had nothing left to lose. This wasn't his Hikaru; he couldn't judge him or, in the worst-case scenario, call him a faggot and hate him for the rest of his miserable, depressing life.
“Yeah— It is... is more than good…”
Yoshiki’s face was turned to the side, hidden among his pillows, stifling the embarrassing, high-pitched moans that escaped his sweet throat. He felt Hikaru’s gaze upon him, burning his cheek, feeling him lean closer. His breath was slightly quickened. Yoshiki was afraid to look at him—well, more than afraid, it was embarrassed—but he turned his head, seeing Hikaru’s flushed face. Noticing this, Hikaru moved closer instantly, his breath warming the skin of the other boy’s shoulder and neck. With his other hand, he slowly caressed Yoshiki’s chest, intending to calm, or at least feel, the constant, rapid beating of his heart.
Without realizing it, Hikaru’s thumb was already completely inside Yoshiki’s anus, feeling the tightness, moving it gently, listening to the boy’s soft moans, adoring the wetness and how tight it was. Hikaru couldn't explain it; it was soft inside, so soft that it made him want to touch more. It didn't compare to his own insides, and somehow he related that to Yoshiki's gentle personality. It was difficult to enter his life, but when you did, everything became docile and easy. That warmth and sweetness were there, present, squeezing his thumb as if it wanted to have him deeper inside.
Hikaru was so absorbed in his reflection on softness that he was distracted when Yoshiki let out a muffled moan. Short, wet white threads oozed from his erect member, staining his stomach and belly. He moaned, closing his legs, forcing Hikaru to withdraw his thumb, looking at his finger closely, seeing it wrinkled with moisture, and as he brought it to his mouth…
“Don't you dare suck it.”
“Why? It's my finger.”
Yoshiki was agitated, his legs trembling, and that worked against him, because Hikaru brought his wet thumb to his mouth and tasted it. It wasn't disgusting, but sweat definitely wasn't something he liked to taste, but if it was Yoshiki's, perhaps sucking his thumb like a baby would be good therapy and a faster way to adapt to human life.
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a/n: una disculpa a todo mí público femenino pero quería subir porno gay, btw, estoy viendo arg - austria mientras edito esto jaksjkasks
Bishop wasn't particularly jealous or toxic; in fact, he was protective. He trusted you almost blindly, but he couldn't help one small detail: your constant flirting.
Sometimes, when you were out together, he saw men looking at you with such desire, that gaze that traveled over your lips, your cleavage, and your waist. Bishop had no reason to feel insecure about it; you were his. But sometimes it seemed like you forgot that, because you returned their glances in the same way, almost as if you didn't care that your boyfriend was right in front of you.
"I'm just being nice," was your excuse, smiling and tucking your hair behind your shoulders to reveal more of your skin, blinking and squinting, pursing your lips, and giving Bishop those damn looks.
He was fed up with it.
He wouldn't even consider arguing. You both never argued so fiercely; you always spoke calmly. After the anger subsided, you sit down, holding hands, and talk peacefully, ending with apologies and soft kisses. You sleep in each other's arms all night, caressing one another and whispering sweet nothings.
It was a shame he couldn't change your attitude, and your playing dumb was pushing him to the limit.
He knew you wouldn't change, so he would discipline you.
“B… Please… I said I won’t do it again…”
Right now, your hands were tied to the headboard with one of his ties, your legs spread and trembling, Bishop standing between them, fully clothed, watching the vibrator he’d bought you for your discipline fully inserted into your pussy. He was forcing you to wear your panties so the vibrator wouldn’t slip out, his hand pressing on your stomach, making you cry and try to close your legs, only to be stopped by Bishop’s hand gripping the inside of your knee, almost bending you, the vibrator at full power, stretching your inner walls. Your eyes were rolled back, your lips swollen and smeared with lipstick, being pushed to the limit until you couldn’t take any more, or perhaps, until your boyfriend got bored, which would be difficult.
“I don’t believe you.”
Bishop's fingers pressed against your lower belly, feeling that gentle pressure, the kind you feel when you hold back your pee, making you cry and writhe between sobs.
He loved how you cried between moans, loved overstimulating you and making you dizzy, leaving you drunk with pleasure, playing with your body as if it were a stress reliever, slapping your tits, your nipples so sensitive they felt like they were burning, with so much pain that it excited you, made you want to break free from the grip that held you captive, and suck your boyfriend's cock, wishing he would stop making you suffer with such pleasure and forget the way you looked at other men in his presence.
Your hips trembled and you squeezed so tightly around the vibrator, it was painful to a certain extent, wanting to break free from all that pleasure, but without Bishop's permission, it was useless. It was useless to deny your subtle infidelity. Even though you never slept with, kissed, or exchanged photos with other men, that desire was there. And if Bishop didn't bring it out this way, if you didn't remember the times Bishop made you cum around his cock while his hand encircled your neck and he whispered in your ear, he would force you to remember until you fainted and begged for mercy.
“I can’t… I can’t anymore, I’m sorry…”
You arched your back, cumming for the third time that night, the vibrator sliding out of you, but Bishop was faster, thrusting it back in, squeezing it until it was deep inside you again, making you scream and sob, scratching at his tie and spitting out insults and apologies, oblivious to your words, because all you could think about in that moment was how Bishop was taking advantage of the situation, how he was suppressing smiles and giving you light pats on the ass, squeezing your belly again and refusing to stop.
An endless cycle, which would lead you to never even look at another man again, having you right where Bishop wanted you, where Bishop knew you belonged to him, and him alone.
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a/n: algo cortito pero bueno, estoy bastante fuera de mí y ocupado. prometo traerles algo más largo la próxima. les amo 💌🩷
hey, i didn’t be very active these days cause i was quite depressed and out of my mind, but i will not stop writing cause it distracts me from the things that are happening to me.
i apologize for the inactivity; i promise to post something in the next few days. thank you for all the notes, love u all❤️🩹
| bishop x f!reader | notes: from this request! | warnings: not proofread, smut, SQUIRT CITY, unprotected sex, one cumhot, riding, overstimulation, fingering, very light butt play, daddy kink cause that’s literally daddy,dirty talk, etc. | mdni18+ |
You and Bishop really loved each other. Like, really loved each other.
It’s why there’s some days were the two of you are always…busy.
Waking up at 9 in the morning, Bishop fucked you on your side, the two of you still tired, he gave slow strokes going in and out of you, breathy moans and deep groans. “I could do this all day.” You whispered against his mouth, feeling his cum shoot inside of your wet cunt.
Hours after breakfast, you were on the couch bouncing on top of Bishop. Sliding his full dick in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. His hands tight on your hips, controlling your movements. “Don’t stop, baby— don’t stop.” He’d moan, full of lust looking at the way your cunt was squeezing seeing how wet you’d get each thrust.
You then went back to bed in the evening after a dinner with friends. Bishop fucking you on all fours, a pillow under you to give him a better leverage to thrust into you. Practically drooling, you couldn’t stop begging Bishop to keep his hard thrusts onto you. “So big— daddy you’re so big inside of me.” You moan, not being able to keep your composure for him. “Yeah…yeah, can feel you squeezing me.” Bishop groans, making your legs bend by resting your feet up on his thighs, “Show me, baby. Show Daddy how good it feels.”
You whine at the small change, pushing back to his thrusts. But the more you pushed yourself back, the more you felt something inside of you build up, something unusual. With the mix of your movements, the spanks Bishop left on your ass and his thumb circling on your other hole, you couldn’t ignore what was that thing building inside of you.
“D…Daddy I have to pee—” You sob, trying to slow yourself down. “What?” He asks, holding one of your ankles, but not slowing down his thrusts. “I have to pee!” You whine, looking back to him, teary face from the stimulation of before. Chest heaving up and down, Bishop pulls out ignoring your whines he makes you lay on your back. “You don’t have to pee.” He said, keeping a calm tone. “You don’t know that.” You answer, feeling a tiny bit of embarrassment creep on you. Bishop closes his eyes for a moment, before leaning in to kiss you.
A quiet gasp escaped your lips when you feel his fingers go inside of you, curling movements while his thumb worked quick circles on your clit. “Daddy, let me pee.” “No, baby. Let me make you feel good.” Bishop whispers against your lips. His mouth moved to your tit, sucking it while he quickened his pace while also holding your thigh to keep you spread open. You whine, pushing your head back at how good Bishop was making you feel.
“Daddy! Oh, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, feeling your legs shake, “Do it, baby. Be a good girl and cum.” That’s when you felt it, that thing inside of you snap. With your eyes shut at the sensation you didn’t see him but you felt it. You felt Bishop’s mouth go to your cunt and drink all the squirt that was coming out of you, practically drinking it like water. Your orgasm still hadn’t even gotten there, just your wetness come out and into Bishop’s tongue.
“Baby…” You finally look down, seeing Bishop practically eat you whole. Too overwhelmed you pushed him away from you. Pulling away, he looks up at you. Mouth and beard dripping wet, he lined himself up to you again. You moan at his first thrust, “You drank it, daddy…” He nods, fasten his movements, going harder at the sound of your wet cunt and your choked up moans.
He decided to go to your house. He hadn’t been able to see you earlier because he’d been busy, and he mentally berated himself for it, but he had a free moment, and without hesitation, he took his car to come see you.
He had his own key to your front door. Opening it, he found your home: dark, unlit, with no sign that you'd been there. He opened the curtains, dimly illuminating the room, and hung his coat on the rack by the door.
Walking in, he reached your bedroom and found you under the covers, completely covered. There wasn’t a sign of movement from you, so he assumed you were asleep.
He raised the blinds on your window, letting in the midday sun, and looked at you again, seeing you turn over in bed, your back to him. Around the bed, he saw clothes strewn about, dirty mixed with clean ones, all scattered on the floor, frowning slightly at the state you were in.
Without a word, he moved around the room, picking up the clothes and placing them at the edge of your bed. It didn’t matter if you didn’t want him to do this; he would do it anyway, and in fact, it surprised him, because you were very tidy, especially with your own room.
After gathering all the clothes, he set them aside to take them to the wash, approaching and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you, reaching out to stroke your hair, moving it away from your shoulder, leaving your neck bare for him.
“Did you eat today?”
Bishop waited patiently for your reply, and you didn’t answer. He leaned over you, noticing your half-open, swollen eyes and the soft trail of tears on your cheeks. He gently pressed his lips together, caressing your shoulder softly, closing the distance to place a kiss on the top of your head.
“I’m going to put the laundry in, then I’ll help you shower, and we’ll get something to eat, okay? There’s still time for breakfast. Do you want waffles?”
Even so, you didn’t answer. You just closed your eyes and turned your head toward the pillows, hiding from him.
Bishop gave your shoulder one last squeeze, then stood up to gather all the laundry, taking it to the room with your washer and dryer. He separated the colored clothes from the whites, leaving the rest in the laundry basket.
All that time, before you distanced yourself, Bishop had noticed strange behavior in you; You seemed distracted, tired, and you’d become colder in every way. He wasn’t the type to show physical affection; you were that kind of person in the relationship. But even when he noticed your distance, he tried to be more affectionate: holding your hand, stroking your hair, kissing you. And yet, he still felt that distance between you.
He would never doubt you, never think you were cheating. If that were the case, he wouldn’t be with you in the first place. He wouldn’t waste his time with someone who wasn’t as interested in him as he was in them. Even so, he felt anguish seeing you increasingly tired and with less appetite.
And he also felt guilty. Guilty that your time together had become scarcer because of both of your jobs, mostly his. You didn’t work together; he didn’t want to see you fall into his chaotic world, something he knew you wouldn’t be able to handle. You had completely different jobs, but even so, he felt you complemented each other perfectly, to the point that he’d already planned to propose.
While the laundry was doing, he went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and filled the tub with hot water. Sitting on the edge, he saw you appear in front of the door. It didn’t matter if you looked tired, hadn’t showered, or were depressed; he always looked at you with eyes full of longing and affection, so much so that he was surprised by how deeply you had captivated him.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
He instantly stood up from the edge of the tub and walked toward you. His hands immediately fell on your shoulders, giving you a comforting squeeze, then moved up to your cheek, gently caressing it. His eyes were fixed on you, but yours weren't on him. You looked down, ashamed and sad, still with that distance between you that he couldn’t quite bridge.
“Let me help you, darling.”
His hands grasped yours, guiding you toward the bathtub. He made you raise your arms to remove your shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then lowered his hands to your hips, removing your pants and underwear.
His eyes traveled from your face to your naked body. He had seen you naked countless times before, but your body looked different in that moment.
He took both your hands, leading you into the tub, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he watched you sit, drawing your knees up and resting your head on them. Bishop crouched beside the tub, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your back, guiding you to bend down so he could wet and wash your hair.
As Bishop bathed you, he heard your nose sniffing. He guessed you had a runny nose from crying so much, perhaps even from crying before he arrived.
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After you finished showering, he took your hands to help you up and out of the bath, your feet touching the cold tile. He wrapped a clean towel around your shoulders, cupped your face in his hands, and lifted your head so you would look at him.
“Shall we have breakfast? Or would you like lunch?”
Bishop stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, patiently waiting for your answer. Soon, he heard you let out a soft sob, closing your eyes and lowering your head slightly.
“I want to stay.”
Bishop narrowed his eyes. He understood that you weren’t in the mood to go to public places, that you preferred to stay home where you felt safe, and if that’s what you wanted, so be it. He nodded immediately, bending down slightly so you would look at him, giving you a small smile, and running his hands over your forehead to wipe away the water droplets that trickled from your hair.
“I’ll get you some clothes and dry your hair.”
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Bishop’s fingers ran through your hair as he dried it. You were sitting in front of your bedroom mirror, while he stood behind you. The sheets were removed from your bed; you were dressed in clean, comfortable clothes. He had ordered food for both of you, and even though you hadn’t asked if you wanted waffles for breakfast or pasta for lunch, he had ordered both.
The hairdryer was turned off once your hair was completely dry. He combed it and applied the conditioner you used to care for your hair. You had been neglecting your hair lately; you didn’t even have the energy or desire to do something as simple as that, but Bishop was more than happy to do it, always leaving a kiss on your shoulder.
“We’re finished.”
He stroked your hair and reached out to hold your hand, looking at it for a moment, noticing how the cuticles on your fingers were torn off, so much so that red marks and dried blood were visible at the corners of your nails.
“Look, I know I’m not a perfect boyfriend, I know I’m distant with you, I don’t show love the way you want…”
His eyes returned to yours.
“But I’ll never put work or my responsibilities before you. You’re my top priority.”
His grip on your hand tightened as he knelt beside you, placing his hands on your thighs, caressing your skin in soft, comforting circles. His gaze was tired and relaxed, yet still attentive to what was happening, especially when it came to you, his precious partner.
“Now let’s go to the living. Lunch will be here soon, okay?”
He looked into your eyes, with that longing and pleading feeling that you believe his words, that you trust his promises and comfort. Bishop had an unyielding temper, but when it came to you, he was so gentle he swore he’d melt when your warm hands touched his icy ones, releasing lovestruck sighs that no one else could elicit.
“Okay.”
You smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him on the lips, your lips melting into his. Bishop had forgotten the last time he’d kissed you so intimately and tenderly, his hand moving up so his fingers caressed your jaw, parting with just the touch of your noses, your breaths mingling. And it was there, where the pain and depression still lingered, but you forgot them with a single act of love from your boyfriend, so sweet it could banish the sadness, and you’d never cry from pain or loneliness again in your life, because he would always be there.
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a/n: este fin de semana estuve muy deprimido. no me acuerdo la última vez que lloré tanto, escribir esto me ayudó un poco a calmar mí tristeza ;(
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