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But then a picture of him at a dentist office came out and it was said they did his veneers but I think it was only on the top. It’s hard to tell becasue we hardly can ever see his bottom teeth but when we do they look a little crooked.

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The dentist office picture

Here you can tell that the spacing of his upper teeth is definitely different then it was when he was younger, but they do look great.

pairing: unburnt!darth vader x f!reader | word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut (18+), begging, whimpering, dom!vader, sub!reader, piv / missionary

a/n: this was my first smut ever written….. not my proudest but I still felt like giving it to y’all lol. crossposted between here and my ao3. happy reading! <3

Another day, another million more tasks given to you by your boss, Darth Vader. You were working as Vader’s assistant and there wasn’t a single day where you got a well deserved rest.

Life under the Empire wasn’t so graceful anyways. You have practically zero freedom. Hell, you even had a damn curfew. What were you, a teenager? Emperor Palpatine surely treated you like one. Actually, the entire organisation was run by manchildren which led to blatant misogynistic behaviour towards you. There was one thing worth working in that hell pit though, and that was Vader's rewards for your effort.

After long days of dedication to Vader’s demands, he loved to repay you with bedroom time. You two had a pretty active sex life, and Vader wasn’t shy with his attraction towards you. Whenever you’d be working on a task with no other presence surrounding yourself, he’d make sure to pop by and sneak a sexy whisper into your ear that would always send shivers down your spine and make the area between your thighs throb. He would also make sure to leave a kiss on the nape of your neck. Sometimes, he liked to sneak from behind and grab your chest or smack your butt. In conclusion, he wasn’t shy with his sexual attraction when he got the chance to display it. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t as sexually charmed in his presence.

How can someone so evil have the face and the body of an angel?

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and continued tidying up his quarters. You hadn’t seen him all day. But it was a Saturday, meaning it was your mandatory weekly cleaning session. Unfortunately, it seemed unlikely that Vader would be returning any time soon. He didn’t state where he was headed, probably on another hunt for surviving Jedi. Whatever he was doing, his missing presence did make you rather down, because you were really hoping he’d have sex with you after you executed your chores. It’s been a week since he had you screaming his name, the longest you both have been separated from each other’s physical touch. It had you wondering if he got bored or found a woman who’s better in bed than you. The thought just added onto your gloomy state of mind.

At the same time, he was a motherfucking Sith Lord. Do they feel anything other than the hatred deeply rooted within them? Even if you were to fall on your knees and beg your ass off for his body, he wouldn’t give two shits about you. You might as well just brush it all off. You weren’t here for Vader, you were here for the damn money.

Halfway through housekeeping, Admiral Firmus Piett walks into the quarters. He is Vader’s most loyal and trustworthy office, therefore he had access to his room and other private quarters at all times.

“Good afternoon Miss [L/N],” He greeted politely. Despite your earlier remarks about the manchildren that run the Empire, Piett was rather respectful towards you.

You returned his greeting with a soft smile. “Good afternoon Piett,” You continued on with your cleaning. “Is anything going on?”

“Lord Vader requested that you change the water in his bacta tank after tidying up his room.” He informed, his face sat in his signature stoic expression. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him express emotion, it was almost comical.

You sighed and continued dusting off Vader’s furniture. “Thank you, Piett,” Seems like he won’t give you grace any time soon. “When is he returning?”

“In about 7 days, miss.” Piett responded.

You mentally sighed and held back a couple tears. Was it quite pathetic that you were crying over not getting to have sex with a worthless man? Yes. Did you care? Nope.

“Thanks Piett.” You say with a monotone. Your day was already going wrong but the news of Vader’s lengthened absence just added fuel to the fire. You just wanted to be alone right now.

Piett trekked out of the quarters, leaving you and your thoughts all alone. You composed yourself and turned to go back to dusting off Vader’s couch, the occasional footsteps of Imperial workers echoing off the walls. They were the only sounds consistently breaking you off from your negative thoughts.

2 hours later, you finish taking care of Vader’s room and you plop down on the couch with a sigh. If he saw you sitting on his furniture right after cleaning it he’d probably slice your head off right then and there. He’s coming home in a week though so you’re spared for now. To pass time, you rub your nails together and start counting by twos. You still have to take care of Vader’s bacta tank in a bit, but for now you wanted to bask in some relaxation before nearly causing your arms to fall off again.

“Sweetheart,” An all too familiar voice breaks through the silence.

You shot up from your position. Vader? Didn’t Piett inform you that he won’t be back until next week? You realised you were still sitting on the couch and immediately got on your feet. “M-my Lord!” You greeted him with a bow.

“Vader,” he corrected you. You knew that Vader wasn’t his real name. Sidious wasn’t the Emperor’s true identity so the same must apply to Vader. Nonetheless, you still called him by his preferred title. After all, it’s a deathwish to be disrespecting a Sith Lord no matter how much sex he has with you.

“Piett said you wouldn’t be back until next week,” You echo his words spoken to you earlier and you couldn’t help but wonder just why did Vader arrive so soon?

He stepped forward and brought his hand under your chin. “Because I missed your touch,” he lowered his voice, his lips just inches away from yours. The yellow in his eyes stared deeply into your irises.

You let out a low gulp as a result of his grip on your chin. A classic Vader move that never fails to leave you craving for more. He knew your sensitive spots and always left his mark on them whenever the chance was given. Despite wanting to give into your desires, you had been reminded of the orders Vader gave you through Piett a couple hours earlier. “My Lor- Vader, I’m sorry but I must attend to your bacta tank.” Vader suffered from many wounds throughout his time as a Sith, and as a result would be confined to a bacta tank at least once a week, preferably on the weekend. He even had a travelling tub when going on missions. You pushed yourself out of his grip, but before you knew it he used the Force to tug you back into his hold, his strong arms enclosing your waist before you could attempt to break free.

Vader leaned forward to your ear, his lips grazing the tip of it, “That can wait.” His low, seductive voice nearly erupts a moan from your throat but you hold it in. He pulled back from your ear and inched closer to your lips, grazing them whilst doing so. This man was going to be the death of you, whether it’s figuratively or literally.

He rubbed his bulge against your core, eliciting a sweet moan from your throat which only further ignited his desires. With one swift motion, Vader lifted your shirt off and threw it to the floor besides you two, his eyes focused intently on your chest which was still held back by your bra. He didn’t mind, though. He loved seeing you with your bra on. He threw his cloak off and it landed by your shirt. Before you knew it, his hands were gripped onto your waist and his teeth were biting down on your neck. A sweet moan escaped your lips as he left little hickeys all over your previously-bare neck. His prosthetic hand stayed on your waist whilst the other travelled up to cup the side of your chest.

His lips trailed up to yours and he sealed them within seconds. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself in case you’d peak from the sensation. Yes, you have peaked from making out. A few months ago, actually. It only occurred once but the memory would occasionally repeat itself. Every time since you held onto his neck in order to prevent yourself from the same humiliation.

Vader lifted you up by your waist and proceeded to carry you towards his newly-made bed. He throws you down on your back and presses himself against you, keeping his lips locked with yours. Within seconds, he pulled off your pants, dragging your underwear with them and tossing them to the floor, leaving you in just your laced bra.

“What a pretty lady,” Vader traced his fingers along your v-line and you almost instantly became wet. “You’ve gone so long without my touch, without my fingers all over your masterpiece of a body.”

“Vader,” You moaned, wanting his cock to enter your entrance immediately. “P-please… be inside of me. I want you, I crave you.”

“You will get your wish, my dear,” Vader affirmed and pressed a kiss on your jawline. His hands trailed to your hips, then cupped the globe of your bottom. “What a beautiful figure. So soft, so smooth, so seductive.” He sat up and ripped his robes off, kicking them to the side. He loomed over you again, his entire naked body on sight for you to see. Your eyes trailed up and down, studying every detail like a schoolgirl preparing for exams. You could just stare at him for days.

You desperately needed this man, the darkness inside of him was intoxicating. If these were drugs, they must be the best ones in the market. “Vader, please, I beg you,” You shakily breathed. “Fuck m-”

Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned down and inserted himself inside you. Your breath hitched and your back arched as you threw your head back in pleasure. It seemed that he was making up for your intimacy deprivation and you were not complaining about that.

Vader started out slow, but before you knew it his thrusts were increasing with every passing second. You felt a pool already begin to form between your legs, heart pounding as beads of sweat formed on your skin. “Vader,”

“Tell me, gorgeous, should I heighten the pace?” Vader cooed in your ear and you frantically nodded. You’d probably be sore for days if he went any further, but it’s not like you were in the right state of mind at that time.

“Kriff, please,” You whined. “Please, Vader, go faster.”

A devious smile formed on his face. “Then your wish is my command.” His thrusts escalate and a high pitched noise escapes your lips. Your back arches further and your stomach presses against his. The growing, hot feeling continues to spread all over your body, your hands coming up to grip Vader’s hair. While keeping his (real) hand on the bed, he uses the mechanical one to rip off your bra with a swift swoosh, finally revealing your chest. Whilst continuing his movements which only shortened each of your breaths, he leaned down to press his lips against your chest. The sensation evoked another needy moan to escape your lungs.

He switched to having his mechanical hand balancing his weight and used his bare fingers to reach down to your thigh, and gathered some of your mess on his pointer and middle fingers. He places them in his mouth and swallows the substance. “Mmm,” Vader husked, his eyes closing at the delight. “You taste so good, baby.”

You bite back a moan from his statement. “Make me come, please.”

“As you wish.” He smirked and made sure to thrust deeper in your, his cock hitting you in all the right places.

“Force,” you swore under your breath, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sweat continued to build up on your neck and shoulders, your fingers gripping tightly onto his dirty blonde locks. A hand went down and gripped the bed sheets as you threw your head back.

“How close are you, angel?” Vader purred immodestly in your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending tingles down your spine.

“So close, Vader,” You rasped, your grip on the sheets tightening. “Don’t stop, Vader. Please fill me up.”

The bed rattles with creaks and the bed sheets crinkle with every movement made. Vader takes your hand that was clutching the sheets and intertwines your fingers with his. “Come for me, let everyone in the galaxy hear us.”

With one final shove, you let out a scream of ecstasy that tears through the room, explosions going off as time slows down. Your entire body trembles, and you crush his hand so hard you may have just broken it. “Maker!” The strength from your grasp on his hand prompted a low but noticeable growl from him. Shortly after, his movements began to slow, much to your disappointment but you knew if he went any farther your body would probably burst from the tension. Your bodies lay still on the mattress as you both take the time to catch your breaths. Vader detached his hand from yours and used both arms to encircle your waist. His head laid on your sternum and you could feel his warm, heavy puffs against your skin.

You reached and caressed Vader’s hair, “You know I just arranged this very bed before your arrival, right?” You remind him of the tiresome duties you had finished off before his return.

He shrugged, returning your gaze with a smirk. “I’ll get one of the utility droids to rework it,” he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear which nearly extracted a shudder from you. “You need some rest, I bet you had a long week without my angelic body.”

You roll your eyes, typical Vader. He was so egotistical, always checking himself out any time he happened to run into a mirror. But you were strangely attracted to it. Had any other man done the same you’d run the other direction, yet when Vader behaved that way it had an irresistible pull on you. “Well, there is some truth to that,” you returned the smirk.

You both stayed in that position for a little while longer, the silence deafening. Vader would periodically press a kiss or two against the side of your chest. You could stay in that moment forever. Despite the bond you two share being solely based on intimacy and sex, you may have felt the slightest bit of tenderness and warmth that only one who’s romantically in love would undergo. Although, deep down you knew he would never repay such feelings. Sith only endure anger, greed, and hate.

Suddenly, the sound of the door swinging open breaks you out of your thoughts, You and Vader’s heads turn to see who interrupted the cozy moment.

“Lord Va- oh.” The voice fell the second they realised what had just gone down, It was Piett, it seems he came back to check up on Vader. This wasn’t the first time he’s walked in on the two of you sharing alone time. It has occurred 10 times, yet he has never reported his discoveries to the Emperor. No wonder Vader had placed so much trust in him.

You heard Vader swear under his breath, “What the kriff is it now, Admiral?” He asked impassively.

“Well my Lord, I was initially going to inquire about the bacta tank and if she had replaced its water but clearly you two were… well.” He trailed off, it did not take a genius to know what you and the Sith Lord had just been up to.

“Get a janitor to do the job,” The man blankly ordered.

Piett sighed, “Of course, my Lord.” He whirled around and marched out of Vader’s quarters.

Vader sat up, the coolness of the room’s atmosphere hitting your stomach. You were disappointed that he broke off the closeness, but it was not like he gave two shits anyways. He takes his fingers and pushes the pool that was dripping from your thighs back under your core. You force yourself to bite back a moan.

“Come on,” Vader got up from the bed, then slid his arms under your back and lifted you up bridal style. “Let’s go clean you up before I become an asshole again.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement, knowing he’s going to revert back to his dark ways after he’s finished attending to you. Nonetheless, you rested your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, knowing he’s about to give you the best shower of your life.

James Kelly being cuddly after a bad day

James Kelly is a person who totally NEEDS comforting, but he's never going to say it out loud.

You live together, and you finished your work, he usually stays a little longer in the garage.

His life before wasn't perfect. Fuck - it wasn't even 'good' in any form. It was a damn nightmare. So now, when he has his love, a tolerant job - actually doing something he's good at, he needs to FEEL IT. He needs to make sure someone is THERE if he had a bad day.

Someone pissed him off at work today - yelling that he broke their car when it's clear that he didn't do it. It was like this before it even reach the garage. But it turned into big argue and ruined his whole day.

He came home late, smelling like sweat, metal and rust - like always after work. He tossed his backpack to the floor and immediately walked towards the couch where you were sitting.

He probably didn't even say anything at first, he just lay down on the couch, resting his head on your thighs.

"Heyy" you said quietly, gently placing your hand on his head. He nodded weakly, and said "hey" tiredly, barely audible.

"Bad day?" You asked, already knowing the answer, "mhmmm" he murmured nuzzling even more into your thigh.

You didn't ask about anything - he'll tell you when he cools down a bit, like always. You just started slowly brushing his a little sweaty hair with your fingers, gently massaging his scalp.

He probably took a small nap or just lay there in silence for a while.

I LOVE THIS GUY!!!!

scott barringer x reader

warnings: angst. mentions of hooking up. v clear attachment issues

writing this as a coping mechanism, self indulgent asf sorry in advance ill go write something normal now

scott barringer didn't do relationships. he didn't like them, didn't see the use in them. why spend time on one person when you could simply enjoy everyone the universe has to offer? he'd string a few women along 'til he got bored, then would find someone else.

he saw you at a friends party. he thought you were pretty. that word doesn't flit around much in his head, usually is a scale between hot and ugly. but you were pretty. he didn't dwell much on it. he hovered around you during the party, occasionally flirting with you, watching how your cheeks would flush and your friend smiled, almost in response for you.

he didn't know much about you or anything, really. he didn't think he would see you again. but he did, at another party. you still looked pretty. he liked the way you smiled, your eyes sparkled when you did.

you went home together that night. you didn't sleep together, which surprised him. you just wanted to kiss. to his own surprise, he didn't mind.

he kept texting you after that. his own mind was confused, blaring warning signals at him, that this wasn't him. but you interested him. you continued to hook up. he could feel himself diving deeper into this foreign area, as you started to spend the night. he would fall asleep instantly, with the two of you wrapped around each other. it was a comfort he'd never felt before.

it couldn't last. he couldn't do this. so he found a reason to leave, slowly started texting you less. you were upset. confused.

"scott this is out of nowhere! what do you mean you want to stop seeing each other? we were just fine a few days ago." your voice cracks over the phone. "i just don't think it's working. i'm sorry." he hangs up.

but it was working. it was the only thing that ever worked for him. he thought about you all the time. he hated it. he hated feeling vulnerable, feeling like he wasn't in control of something in his life. he would lie awake at night, staring at the blank ceiling, letting his thoughts consume him until he fell asleep.

which went on for months until you two got back together on a february evening. maybe it was a lack of judgement on your part, sending a text out of nowhere. maybe it was wrong of him to come immediately, folding under no pressure.

there was a nagging pull in his heart, telling him he needed this. you, maybe.

it helped. he spent the night at your place a lot more. you went on dates. nothing official. but he was leaving. moving. he could tell you were trying not to acknowledge it if it came up in topic, a glimpse of something he couldn't recognize would glaze over your eyes before you would blink and smile back into the conversation.

he didn't know, really, what he was getting out of moving. he just wanted a change of scenery, something different. a new start. he didn't want to leave you, though. you were the start he didn't want to renew.

he waited outside your apartment the day he left. you came down to hug him, wrapping your arms around his middle, your head pressed against his chest. you didn't say anything, your breathing was short, and he knew you were holding back tears.

"bye scotty." you smiled, but it didn't fully reach your eyes. "not bye. it's see you soon." he kissed you softly, feeling your body shake in his arms, fighting the tears.

he blocked you a month later.

he couldn't explain why, really. maybe it was because his feelings were a whirlwind he couldn't keep together, it was just making it harder, and he was looking for any reason to end it again. he'd never loved before. why start now?

except, just like last time, he didn't stop thinking about you. he would get up in the morning and run, because it reminded him of you. mutuals on social media would post, sometimes you were in it. he would stare at it, his eyes softening at how you seemed to keep getting better and better.

fighting yourself is hard. fighting feelings you don't know if you have or not because your brain is conditioned to love a certain way is hard, scott determined. but he can't stay away from you. you're like a siren call. but he didn't find his obsession in your body or the sex, he found it in everything else. how you grounded him without even trying. you never took anything too seriously, you always just seemed so happy. so blissful.

a year later, he reached out. he was visiting home again. he's not sure what made himself do it, but he did. your reaction was exactly what he expected, a lash out, angry, but offered to talk. which he took up when he arrived in town.

he hadn't seen you in a year and social media wasn't doing you justice. he folded immediately when he saw you, had you beneath him, just like usual.

scotts eyes searched yours. "you made me a better person. i'm sorry i never realized it." you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came except tears. he held you, allowing you to cry it out to him. telling him you don't like to cry but you never did about him, and this is all you've wanted to hear. "i love you."

he shocks himself that night. he didn't really know he did, but he can't deny that he does. he doesn't know what real love is supposed to feel like, but he thinks you are the closest thing. he said it a few more times that night, infatuated with the way you would sink your mouth onto his when he would.

he left the next day, had to fly back. and he tried to make it work. he really did.

but his head, his mind. telling him its not plausible, you won't be satisfied, nothing will work with distance.

"i can't make you happy. really, this is just bad for the both of us." "scott... you're doing this all over again. why would you come back and do this to me?" "i don't know. i'm sorry."

Sam Monroe asking you to prom...

Now - I absolutely think that he would ask you to prom like it's not a big deal... when it's a BIG DEAL TO HIM.

I would say... maybe you're not exactly an official couple now but you're absolutely not just friends. Something is totally going on.

He wasn't even thinking about going to prom at first but then you both went to eat something - probably at that dingy pizzeria again. And on the way you passed a ball gown shop. And without even thinking too much you said "this dress would be perfect to prom" pointing at the shop window.

He didn't answer you, just continued to walk, but he absolutely noticed that. And thought about that after going home... And the next day... And for the whole week...

So next wednesday when he walked you home after school (like always), you both sat on the stairs and he looked at you, "So you actually wanna go on that prom?" Sam asked trying to be casual - but he actually care about your answer.

"Mhmm. I think I wanna go." You answer after a second. He nodded, taking a deep breath. His whole body acting like he's about to do a bungee jump. He run his hand through his hair trying to do literally whatever with his hands. He's obviously nervous but trying to cover this up with his typical casual-nonchalant behavior. So he asked with steady, unbothered tone:

"So... you're probably going with me, right?"

NAILED IT MONROE!

pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader | word count: 370

warnings: smut (MDNI), standing sex, backshots, butt slapping, praise k!nk, not proofread

a/n: was jotting down an idea for a james kelly x reader one shot but lowkey have no sense of where it’s headed so here’s this little anakin ficlet. crossposted between here and my ao3. happy reading! <3

“Kriff, I’m going to miss this,” Anakin pants as he pounds into you from behind. Much to your dismay, the Council had assigned him on anotherlengthy mission. It could take him days, weeks at most until he returned. He only had a few minutes until departure, so he decided to make the most of his slimming time with you. You were cramped in a small utility room that could barely fit two, so Anakin had to go a little easy on you or else you would full-body slam into the wall. Still, he wanted to ensure that he gave you a memorable moment before you two parted ways. As his heavy thrashing against you continues,you fight to restrain low, throaty moans, or else any outsiders would be alerted.

“Anakin, k-keep going— Force.” you managed to utter, and in return he gave you a firm smack on your ass. That definitely left a mark. The unexpected blow heightened your arousal by a new high. Anakin lowered his lips to brush your ear, “You’re doing so good, baby. My pretty girl.” “Anakin, I’m going to come.” you murmur to which he chuckles. “I’ll make sure that happens, sweetheart. Just keep quiet like the good girl you are.” His grip tightens on your hair and he just barely picks up the pace, his cock leaving little mercy on you. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “Please, I’m so, so close. Let me come on you.”

“Of course, lovie.” he whispers soothingly. Your chest presses up against the wall as you feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer, until you finally reach your peak and virtually let out a scream before Anakin’s palm slapped over your mouth. The noise became muffled and you prayed to the Force that your voice was unheard of by any passerbys. Slowly, Anakin’s cock left your throbbing heat as you tried to regulate your breathing. He drew up his underwear and pants, then you followed. You turn around to face him and he pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone. And mark my word, you’ll be getting more of me by the time I come back.”

Xoxo-🩰

lesbian

gay

bisexual

transgender

queer

pansexual

demisexual

ace

hopeless romantics

cis-men

cis-women

non binary folks

the whole spectrum etc…

James x reader

Warnings: age gap, bathroom blow job, cussing, praise

Summary: A hot guy (james, mid 30s) decides to sit next to you(fresh 20s) at the bar for a chat, but how can you speak when your mouth is...occupied?

You decide to go to the bar tonight as you had been moping around at your apartment all day. You wanted a quick fix of some alcohol to occupy your thoughts over some stupid guy who played you. As you enter the building, you sit at the bar area, awaiting your drink. You ask the bartender for something strong, something that will sting, but not fuck you up so quickly. He hands you a shot of tequila, Gran Malo. As you down your shot, you hear a deep chuckle right besides you.

You look over, a man, a tatted, rugged, clearly built by how his arm sleeves are hugging his shirt, dirty, messy black hair and these eyes that look like they can undress you with just one glance. You blush slightly and clear your throat. "Ahem, can I help you?" You ask the man besides you.

He has the most dumbest but charming smile on his face, "Nothing, just surprised how you didn't react to that shot. Guessing you're going through it right now hm?" You stare at him confused. How did he know? Was it that obvious you were trying to drown your feelings in alcohol?

"It's nothing. Just some stupid guy who lead me on and yea. I don't really care" you shrug it off. "Right, you don't care, sure" He rolls his eyes. "Wanna talk about it or? " his suggestion lingers in the air. You quickly snap your head at his direction and your cheeks flush. "I don't even know your name" you look away embarrassed.

"That's not what I meant. But if that's what came to mind, I'll gladly assist you. And the names James by the way" He lets out an airy laugh. You shift in your seat, "Right, sorry, just the way you said it kind of just, well, you know. Sorry, im y/n" you face him slightly, still not looking at him fully.

He gets up, "Well, y/n, let me help you forget about that boy hm?" He walks to the restroom, knowing your right behind. You enter the the restroom with him and he quickly locks it. "Now, gorgeous, let's get that boy out of your head, ok?" He says as he unbuckles himself and pulls his zipper down. Your face turns bright red at how straightforward he is. He stands in front of you, his cock fully erect, straining his boxers. You get on your knees, looking up at him as he has this smug and satisfied look on his face.

Your hands go for his boxers, pulling out a tip that is a light red shade, pre cum dribbling down his long, thick and veiny cock. Your eyes widen at how big it is. "Cmon gorgeous, you can do it, I know you can" He coos at you, pulling your hair away from your face. You lick a long stripe from the base to the tip of his cock.

His head falls back, letting out a loud groan. This only makes you want to hear him more. You swirl your tongue on his tip, licking the pre cum he had there. He lets out another moan. "Fuck princess, that tongue really knows what it's doing" he pants. You hollow your cheeks, now taking him in your mouth. He moans loudly, to where it echoes in the restroom. "Your mouth is so hot, so perfect for me princess. Keep going" his words only encouraging you more.

Your head starts bobbing up and down, slightly choking at how it's hitting the back of your throat. As you continue, your breathing becomes more ragged and tears start falling from your eyes as your cheeks start flushing more. "You're so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth. This is the best sight I've ever had in my life" his words come out in gasps at each bob you do. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he tries to control his moans, some sweat forming on his brow, his face flushing a bit, his mouth slightly agape.

Your hand strokes the base to where you can't reach with your mouth, while you other hand fondled his balls, squeezing them slightly. He moans more, thrusting his cock in your mouth slightly, seeking more friction. His hand still in your hair, holding your hair back for you so he can see how beautiful your lips look around his cock, swallowing him whole. His hips start to stutter, you can feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, you sense his orgasm is about to hit. "I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?" He breathes heavily.

"In my mouth, I want it in my mouth James" you pant at the loss of his cock in your mouth. He slides it back in, your hands squeezing his legs as you support yourself from the load that spills in your mouth. He lets out one last moan, his head falls back. His cum shoots down your throat, and you swallow around his cock. He pulls out slowly, a string of saliva connecting your plump, red, shiny lips with the tip of his cock.

He brushes his thumb on your bottom lip, wiping the cum and spit mix from your lip. "How was that princess? No more boy on your mind anymore?" He looks at you. You look at him confused, you actually forgot about the boy from earlier who shattered your heart. "I think your cock drunk right now y/n" He chuckles. You smile slightly, a bit embarrassed and pleased that you did forget. He grabs a paper towel and cleans your mouth and his cock, then he tucks himself back in his pants.