all black chucks

amor proibido iii

Special thanks to @mercyonmendes for writing the Shawn blurb!

Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes - Fall Out Boy

Deep breath. I can do this. I have done nothing wrong at this point. Everything is good. My life is absolutely fucking amazing.

I can have this conversation with the man I am going to be marrying and not let on some kid tried to kiss me. Okay, he is not just some kid now…but whatever. I have a fiance and I love him. End of story.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, running a hand over my face and listening to Landon go on and on about his day. He is telling me about how hard his job is working at his dad’s company where he pretty much does nothing all day and how shitty his night was because he had to come home alone to an empty house because of my fucking job stealing me away from the worst time. Yet again, it is another ten minutes of listening to him talk only about himself and not even ask me about everything major. Even though he knows how much of a big deal this article is, Landon will always be more important than me. 

“Listen…” I say, trying to let on how much stress I am under from this shit show of my life. “I will call you tomorrow because I am exhausted. I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep.”

Landon says, “I don’t like having to sleep when you aren’t next to me. What am I supposed to do when I want someone to make my dick hard?”

I think he thinks it is sexy, but I just find it annoying. I would never let on so I say, “Just know I am thinking of you, babe.” It is partially true. “I will be home in a few days and we can more than make up for any lost time, okay?”

“I love you, talk to you soon, sweetheart.”

“You too,” I reply, ending the call and lying back.

There is now a special place in hell for me. 


My phone chirps with a text early the next morning Concert day.

It is from an unknown number, but it must be someone related to this whole debacle because otherwise I am going to think there is someone stalking me. And trust me, I am not worth anyone’s time at all. In fact, I am a rather shitty person. Last night was the perfect case in point. 

I could just ignore the text because I have a lot of work to do in starting my article. I am going to be spending most of my day writing and planning because I have to attend this concert tonight as well. I have to write about the concert and still do one more interview with him tomorrow. Then I will be able to go home the day after and act like he never kissed me. It was just a stupid kiss, and I pushed him away. It means nothing at all. 

Who is this? I type back, sitting up in bed and debating about whether or not I want to make the trip down to have some kind of food or just have it delivered. I mean, work is going to pay for it but I don’t even know what I would choose.

A picture of a sleepy eyed Shawn appears on my screen, his hair askew and his lids half closed. 

Holy fuck. 

What the fuck is this kid doing? He has no reason to be texting me. I could ask how he got my number, but I am sure he has his ways since he is fucking famous. Also, why am I like half turned on by a photo of him lying in bed? There is something very wrong with me, and I am going to be atoning for these thoughts for a very long time.

I throw my phone down, deciding to take a shower and get dressed. Maybe he will get the hint if I don’t say anything. He is trying to get under my skin, but I need him to be as distant as possible. I have a fiance, and I have a life. This is going to be good for me as long as I don’t mess it up, but Shawn is making it so fucking hard.

Returning to my phone, I see two messages.

You don’t seem pleased to know I have your number.

I am not going to apologize for kissing you.

Fuck my life.

This is my fucking job, and I don’t have time for some fucking kid to think it is okay to mess with me as a joke. I am not interested in you. Please stop.

Oh, my god. I am such a fucking liar.

I bet you look beautiful in the morning.

FUCK. He is trying to be sweet. Okay, deep breath. He is just full shit and trying to get you to sleep with him. There is nothing genuine about his words, right?

You are so full of shit. No wonder your eyes are so brown.

So you noticed my eyes? Yours are gorgeous. You are gorgeous. I’ll see you tonight at the concert, yeah?

Go fuck yourself. It’s my job. That’s all. 

I want to fuck you. Tonight.

Holy shit. What the fuck is my life even?


Shawn

Sitting on the edge of the bed in my hotel room, I mindlessly strummed my guitar as I gazed out at the city and wallowed in my own frustration. I wasn’t even sure why I was frustrated. 

Her evident frustration was justified: I was an arrogant, irritating little prick to her. I also wasn’t sure why I did that either. It had been such a habit to crank up the sexually heated charm that it had now become second nature to me whether I wanted it to or not. But hey, I am still essentially a teenage guy. This was normal, right? 

 A heavy sigh escaped my lungs and I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends in confusion. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus my mind on anything but her. Meeting attractive girls every day was a job requirement so obviously I was struck by some of them. Again, reiterating the hormonal teen part. But she was different. Could it be because she was an older woman? I did have a thing for that. God, do I have mommy issues? Is that even a thing? I cut off my own incessant rambling thoughts with a loud groan which prompted Geoff to bang on the adjoining wall and mutter something crude. Ignoring him, I loudly strummed the opening chords for Roses that I had just written down and released my pent up disgruntlement in the only way I knew how. I sang.


The concert is insane. The crowd is enormous, and Shawn seems more than ready. Looking from backstage, I can see the people waiting for the show to begin. It must be one of most exhilarating sensations in the world to be able to perform in front of so many. It reminds of how one day I would love for to be a writer everyone is reading. This is my first step there. A good beginning. There is the chaos of setting up the show and everyone making sure everything is perfect. Trying to stay out of the way, I roam back to Shawn’s dressing room.

Instead of finding his normal posse, he is just sitting there alone with his guitar. He looks otherworldly, just strumming softly and singing the words in his head. It has to be one of the most attractive things I have ever seen in a man. Not that he is a man… he is just a boy and…

“Can I ask you a few more questions before the shows starts, Shawn?” I ask, stepping towards him and breaking his concentration.

He looks up at me with a smile, placing the guitar down beside him. “Sure, why not,” he says.

I hesitantly sit down at a chair somewhat far away from him and tap my fingers on my knee. I don’t know why I wore this black dress because it’s way too short and too tight around my breasts. Then again, Landon was always telling me not to wear it so maybe this is my subtle fuck you to him. I know I look amazing. He just wants to fucking control me. 

“Do you have a favorite concert venue?” I ask, inwardly groaning at my shitty questions. Shawn is making me flustered to the point where I can’t even do my job properly. What I need is to have a few drinks during the concert so I can calm down and just forget about all of this weird tension we have going on. He has to know he is making me crazy. It is like he is doing it on purpose, trying to fuck with me and get me to notice him.

“I can’t hear you,” he says, leaning forward. His hair is perfectly done in messy perfection and he is wearing a charcoal button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans, his shoes are brand new all black Chucks. He looks fucking amazing. Not that I would tell him. And I probably should not be noticing?!

“You can hear me just fine,” I say and cross my arms over my chest, trying to cover my cleavage. However, it seems to make them more perky. Fuck. “Just answer my questions so you can play your damn show and this can all just be over for us, okay?”

Shawn raises an eyebrow. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you, I just…”

“You just what?” he echoes, searching for answer I don’t fucking have.

This was just supposed to be a career maker. Not suddenly make me fucking confused about my entire life. He is a fucking teenager. I am a grown woman. He probably is reminded of his mom when he looks at me, there is no way he could be attracted to me. This is just a job I need to do so I can return to my life. My life where I have a fiance and a house and a job and all of these adult things. I am not someone who plays music all over the world and has this amazing, fun life all the fucking time. 

“Nothing.” I pause. “I don’t hate you. I don’t feel anything for you.” Lies. “This is just my job, and I want to do it well. This article is important to the both of us. You want to look good, and I am hoping this is going to help me be able to write more important stories.”

“You don’t look happy when you talk about your job,” Shawn says off handedly, like he can just see into my soul no big deal at all. “I don’t see the passion you are supposed to have. I am sure you have a passion for writing, but what do you really want?”

I don’t remember the last time anyone has asked what I wanted. It catches me off guard. “What.. what do you mean?”

“What do you want?” Shawn repeats, getting up and walking over to me. He looks down at me, waiting.

Without another word, I rise and look at him. “I want to be happy.”

“I am going on stage soon,” he whispers against my neck, tracing his lips along the curve and stopping right below my ear. His hands are moving lower than my waist now, lazily venturing towards his favorite place.

I try not to shiver at the sensation of his breath against my skin, but I feel those chills up and down my spine. He knows it too because there is a smirk on his face as he slowly slips his hand up my thigh, moving beneath my dress and locks his eyes with mine as though daring me to protest. I can already feel the moisture building between my legs and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Gnawing my cheek to keep from alerting him about the status of my aching core, I just nod at him and keep my eyes on his. 

His hazel eyes bore into mine, anticipating something will happen soon. His lips ghost kisses beneath my ear before he delicately kisses the shell of my ear and whispers, “I am going to make sure you remember me while I am on stage.”

I just nod my head and arch my hips up to his hand, not quite sure how else I am supposed to behave while he seems to have rendered me speechless with just his touch and a few words strung together. It shows how well he can get beneath my skin, but it makes me wonder what he has in mind for me.

His hand slides down to my hip and he grips it tightly as he tilts my head so my lips are pressed against his, his kisses are deep and meaningful. He nibbles on my bottom lip eagerly, chuckling at his deviancy for a moment before I find myself completely melting into his advances.

I try to reach my hand out and slide it up his thigh, but he bats me away, stating, “I am in charge right now, and we are going to do what I say. Hands to yourself or else.”

It is hard for me to listen to him when there is this part of me that craves so badly to make him want me the way I tend to want him. I know he is turned on right now by the apparent bulge in his shorts. I want to run my hand up his leg and tease him, to feel his length in my hand and know I am the one who is able to make him so fucking hard. I want to do that more than anything else, but he cuts me off from that. Shawn has set up the parameters I am supposed to follow, but I am curious to know what could happen if I dare to break them. His fingers resume their journey, two of them pressing against the fabric of my lacy panties. He runs them over my clit, raising his eyebrow at me. Shawn adroit fingers skim over the damp area, and he tells me, “I made you so fucking wet, and I have barely even touched you.”

It is not something I want to admit out loud to him, but I adore the way he just tells me exactly how it is. The words coming from his mouth are so attractive and make me even wetter for him.

His thumb rubs my clit lazily, not trying to rush what he is planning. My hips buck up to meet his touch, and I still long to make him seem so desperate the way I am. Instead he gets to be all calm and collected while I am a total mess, which I do not think is very fair at all. “Shawn..I..” My hand stretches out to cup his erection, ready to alleviate the tension building between us.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes darkening as he stares down at my hand touching him. Shawn stops his motions, leaving me desperate for the finish. I can feel myself slowly getting closer, and he has just denied me the release. I want to grab his hand and force him to continue, or I could do it myself. But I find myself transfixed by his gaze as he takes my hand away and says to me, “And now you are going to have to learn your lesson the hard way. I warned you that you should not touch me. Hands to yourself was rather a simple command…” he sighs. “But now you are going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

I expect him to take his hand away from me and say he is not going to allow me to experience any pleasure at all. It will be cruel, but I would not be surprise I want to kick myself for being so eager to touch him, but I could not help myself.  I fucked everything up. My hips begin to pull away from him, allowing him to pull his hand off. But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he slides my dress up, sliding my panties off me with one hand, and tosses them on the floor. His index finger slips in between my folds, allowing him to feel more of the moisture he caused to grow from his actions. He moves his finger in and out of me for a moment before bringing it to his lips and gently licking it in front of me. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, “I. Want. More.”

There is no chance to speak before he has grabbed my legs and pulled my entire body towards him; he spreads my legs with his hand and guides my hips to his mouth.

His blue eyes gleam as he looks up at me before slowly taking his tongue and running it along my clit. He grips my thighs tightly, pushing them down onto the bed as he glances up at me with those hazel orbs while never taking his tongue off my wet center.

He takes one of his digits, sliding it inside of me and quickening the pace to match the movement of his tongue. I can feel my hips pressing towards him, small moans falling from my lips as I beg him to keep going. He nibbles my clit gently, using his fingers to probe on with his ministrations.

I can feel myself slowly getting closer to release as his tongue traces circles around my core, his own moans causing me to become even wetter. He removes his finger and brings it up to my mouth, instructing me with his eyes to lick it off for him. I take his finger between my lips and slowly suckle, hoping he is going to allow me to repay him soon.

“You are so beautiful,” Shawn whispers as she takes his finger back, now placing two inside of me. I can feel him going deeper, his knuckles brushing my folds and causing me to gasp at how intense he is causing me to feel. His mouth continues to tease my clit, lapping up the juices eagerly and making me feel as though I am going to completely lose it at any second. His fingers have found my g spot, carefully teasing it and causing me to gasp out his name. He has to know how unfair this is for me; I am feeling as though I am going to lose myself completely and he is just taking his sweet time. His tongue continues to flick at my clit greedily as my hips pump up against him from the combination of both mouth and hand.

“Shawn, please…” I beg, needing the overstimulation to stop. I need to release or I am just going to…

“Oh, so that is what you want, love?” he teases from between my thighs, slowly taking his mouth away from me.

I reach down to place his hand back to its previous position, but he raises his eyebrows at me and just repeats, “I told you twice about hands to yourself and now you don’t get to orgasm for me just yet.”

I stare at him dumbfounded as he takes his hand out of me and sits up for a moment, licking his fingers like a clever cat. His eyes flash with amusement as he sees the frustration furrow my brow, causing me to let out a groan. I close my legs, feeling the wetness dripping down my thighs and it makes me want to strangle him for being such a tease. There is nothing fair about bringing me so close and just stopping, but he seems utterly pleased with himself.

Just then, there is a knock on the door. “Shawn! Showtime!” 

He stands up, quickly wiping his face and looking at me. “Make sure you’re watching from backstage, I am sure you won’t be able to stop thinking of me.” He raises an eyebrow again before he leaves with guitar, leaving me standing there with trembling thighs and no panties on.


Standing stage side to Shawn is one of the best experiences I’ve had in a long time. He is pure talent and he has so much stage presence.  He just shines with the guitar and his voice is beautiful. It is hard to deny he is doing what makes him happy. But it brings up all of the thoughts running through my own mind right now. 

I have a fiance. And we are getting married in a month. Yet, I let Shawn…

Oh, my fucking god. What have I done?! This is the worst thing I have done yet, when everyone find out I am going to lose my job and be labelled a slut. Because Shawn is famous. And a man. he will be forgiven because boys will be boys. But I should know better because I am supposed to be a lady. Fucking double standards. Fuck society.

He has been looking at me all night too. The most intense eye contact in the world. I can feel his eyes on me no matter and that stupid smirk is glued onto his fucking face. I blush every time he looks at me because well… there is no way I am going to think of him as a kid any longer. He is a man who has given me the best head I have ever had. Because Landon thinks it’s only for “sepcial occasions”. Fuck that. Shawn seems like he would ravage the fuck out of me with that mouth all the time, ad I just…. I need to stop because this has already gone too far. He is just a kid, and I have a fiance. Nothing else can happen between us. 

“This song is for a very special person…” Shawn says, once again with the fucking intense eye contact. “It’s called “Roses.” “

And I have to be honest with you baby
Tell me If I’m wrong, and this is crazy
But I got you this rose
And I need to know
Will you let it die or let it grow?
Die or let it go?

Oh. My heart… what is happening? I barely know him. There is no way I am falling for Shawn Mendes. 

Right?

Will you let it die or let it grow?

He looks at me as the song finishes, and I realize my heart may slowly finding its way to unexpected happiness.

How the fuck am I going to tell him the truth now?

Donetello Hamato (TMNT 2016) X reader

It’s been months since I broke up with my boyfriend, Casey, and I still haven’t moved on. I knew that he was a cheater, but a part of me still wanted to be held at night. Although, Casey and I never really had a conversation that held any intellectual meaning, I had a special place in my heart for the rock headed jock.

Until one night, I walked over to his apartment and found him and a random bimbo making out on the couch. He tried to cover it up and say that it was his cousin and she was a little crazy, but I’ve seen the messages on his phone and the hickeys on his neck when he came home from “Late nights” at work. I completely saw through his bullshit and packed my bags with watery eyes.

After months of eating junk food and seeing him with the girl on social media, I got tired of being sad all the time. I signed up for a dating site and hoped to find love, or at least summer love. Not even seconds after my profile was up, I got at least twenty messages.

I searched through my many messages on this stupid dating app. Most of them asking for nudes or just blatant pictures of male genitalia. I was getting ready to give up hope on relationships and adopt a pet from the shelter, until I got a text from the username: DorkyDonnie323

I laughed at the name and read the message,

DorkyDonnie323: Are you Copper and Tellurium? Because you’re CuTe..

I giggled and replied to the probably only decent guy on this website.

Cutiepie{Y/N}: Okay, if you wanted my attention, you totally have it now.

DorkyDonnie: Oh thank goodness, I thought I would have gotten blocked or something.

I chuckled at the message and we continued to message all night long.

Donnie and I have been texting and calling each other for a few weeks now and it would be really immature of me to say that I was in love with the dorky guy, but it would be hard for anyone not to love him.

I came home from work and plopped down on my bed with a huge smile on my face and pulled out my phone to text Donnie, but I saw that he already beat me to it.

DorkyDonnie323: Hey, {Y/N}.. I think that we should stop talking to each other.

My smile soon fell as I read the text,

Cutiepie{Y/N}: What? Why? Did I do something wrong?

I wracked my brain with questions as anxiety crept into my core. I had no idea why Donnie would want to stop talking to me.

DorkyDonnie323: No! No you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just that I know that soon enough you would want to meet up with me, but I just don’t think that you would like me if you knew who- er what I am.

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I hurriedly typed my response.

Cutiepie{Y/N}: Can’t we just meet up now? I mean no matter what you are, I’ll still know it’s you, Don.

I saw that he read the message, but he didn’t reply for another twenty minutes. I was getting ready to end it and ball my eyes out, until my phone dinged.

DorkyDonnie: Alright, {Y/N}.. Just meet me in the alley way behind that restaurant with the giant glowing chicken as soon as the sun goes down.

Cutiepie {Y/N}: Okie dokie, see ya soon.

When I saw the pretty orange and purple colors burst through the sky, I decided to get ready to go meet up with Donnie.
I slipped my all black Chuck Taylors on and walked out my apartment door, locking the door behind me.

I was still confused as to why he wanted to stop talking to me, maybe I’m being Catfished and he didn’t want me to Email Nev and Max? I mean that’s the worst case scenario I can think of, anything else seems rediculous.

I arrived at the chicken place called Cluckster’s Chicken with a glowing dancing chicken on top of the building and walked in junction between the restaurant and another building. I thought Donnie wasn’t there yet, until heard a voice behind me.

“H-hey {Y/N}.” The familiar voice spoke with a slight stutter.

“Don?” I called out stupidly.

“Yeah, it’s me. L-look I don’t want you to freak out when you see me. Promise you won’t scream?” He said with a quaky voice.

“Promise.” I agreed.

I heard him take a deep breath then he stepped out into the light, I was shocked at wha- who stood before me.

A six foot tall figure towered over my being, with a purple ninja-like mask that went around his eyes and appeared to look like turtle.

“Donnie?” I questioned as in looked into his light brown eyes.

“Yes?” He answered.

“How come you didn’t tell me you were this handsome?” I smiled.


{Guess who’s back? Back again? Charmiee’s back! Tell a friend!
Did you like it? Want more? REQUEST! Bai my lil monsters!💓}

Help

 "Luke I had feelings for you ever since I saw you in my Math class. You tutoring me was just a way for me to find out more about you and hang out with you.“ Y/N states.

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

Words: 3000+

Request: No

Rating: R


Luke’s P.O.V

  Y/N Y/L/N is absolutely the most hottest girl in my school. Well that’s how all the player’s and fuck boys would state her as, but to me I would state her as the most beauitful girl at my school. Dark eyelashes framed two flawlessly Y/E/C eyes above perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Her nose, straight and dangerously cute, perched right above a pair of soft, pink plump lips that begged to be kissed. Her hair, so thin and beautiful, so long that it reaches to the end of her perfect butt. Her body, it was something that all the girls wanted. A flat stomach, a perfect set of perky but big tits, and a beautiful ass. From me just staring at her she could make me come in my pants.

"Luke Hemmings, instead of day dreaming, how about you tell me the answer to eleven a.” Mrs. Alexander states, and I immediately begin to blush. The whole entire class giggling and laughing at me. I quickly turn my head to the right and see Y/N giggling at me with her hand over her mouth, making me blush even more.

“Uh, the answer is y equals two,” I state.

“That is correct. You’re a good student Luke, please don’t ever day dream in my class again,” Mrs. Alexander speaks and I nod my head before checking off my answer on the line piece of paper in my binder.


“Okay class, please do the questions on page three hundred and forty. Questions one to thirteen please,” Mrs. Alexander states once the bells goes off. I quickly grab my pencil case and my binder and hurry to my locker.

“Hey, you’re Luke, right?” I hear someone ask from behind me and I quickly turn around and I met with Y/N’s bright Y/C/E eyes.

“Uh yeah,” I say, and god, her voice is so perfect. Is it even possible for a voice to be sexy and cute at the same time?

“Hey, so I like need some help with my math, like I am almost failing and I just need your help,” Y/N says to me. And now I can for once praise God for actually doing something right in my life.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but why me?” I ask.

“Well, I spoke to Mrs. Alexander and she told me that you have the highest marks in the class and I really need the help. It’s okay if you don’t want to help me though,” Y/N states and her bottom lip almost quivering like I’m about to say no to her.

“Of course I will help you. It would be my pleasure,” I state and Y/N happily smiles up at me and God does she have the most perfect smile. Better then any smile in the world.

“Okay great. How about you come to my house tonight at-”

“Yo! Luke what are you doing tonight?” I hear Michael’s annoying voice boom from the end of the hallway, I quickly turn my head and see the rest of the boys walking slowly behind him until they all reach my locker.

“Um, I was going to Y/N’s house to help her with her math homework so I can’t hangout tonight guys but maybe tomorrow?” I state and they all let out a big huff of annoyance and I just ignore them as I turn back around to be met with Y/N’s worried face.

“No, Luke you should go hangout with your friends, we can meet up tomorrow if anything,” Y/N states and I quickly shake my head.

“Y/N it’s okay, don’t worry. All we do is finish our homework, order pizza, drink beer, and talk. It’s nothing special really.” I say to her, and Y/N still has a worried look on her face, and it takes everything in me not to grasp her face and press her baby pink lips against mine to wipe that pout off of her lips.

“It’s okay. Listen, why don’t you give me your phone number and then we can talk from there? Yeah?” I ask. Y/N nods her head before telling me her phone number and me typing it into my phone.

“Okay, so I’ll text you and tell you what’s going on, okay?” I tell Y/N and she smiles before turning around and walking away. Her short black skirt nearly showing me her panties as she whips away on her all black Chuck Taylor’s. 

“Looks like Luke is gonna get it in tonight!” Michael roars and all the boys join in.

“So not true,” I state and slam my locker shut and lock it.

“Defiantly true. Did you see the way she was looking at you. She defiantly wants your dick,” Michael says making all the boys expect me laugh.

“Shut up. We’re not gonna have sex, all we are going to do is finish math homework,”

“And each other,” I hear Calum speak from behind Michael, and I shake my head at their immature behaviour.

“Anyways I got to go home now,” I state and begin to walk down the hallway.

“Give Y/N a good shag please! For all of us!” I hear Michael yell at the end of the hall and I just stick up my middle finger in reply.


“I am so glad that you could come,” Y/N states when she opens the door, and she looks so beautiful with her hair wet and not wearing any make up. She also  looks so perfect in this huge t-shirt that is swallowing her small frame.

“Of course I would come,” I state and Y/N giggles before letting me into the house. And okay, her house is huge. It looks so small on the outside but once you step in you will be blown away. Well, I shouldn’t be surprised, Y/N lives in the most expensive neighborhoods.  

“Do you want anything to drink before we start?” Y/N asks, and I shake my head while looking around the room.

“Nope I am fine, thank you.” I state and Y/N smiles before we walk into the dining room, and I take a seat at the table filled with Y/N textbooks and binders.

“Sorry about the mess, I was just trying to finish some of my other homework before you got here,” Y/N states and I nod my head.

“No, it’s okay.” I say and Y/N smiles at me and I swear to God my heart nearly popped.

“Let me just put my English and History away and we can start,” Y/N tells me, and I nod my head and watch as she graps her pink and blue binder and begins to shove them into her backpack, and I see a little peek of her panties and they are pink lace, and God I hope I don’t get a hard on while I am here.


Who would have thought that tutoring Y/N would have been so much fun. She is extremely bubbly and bright, she is also very nice and I am not going to lie, when I first saw Y/N I thought she was going to be one of those stuck up girls who knows their pretty and flaunts it around and puts other girls down, but in reality she wasn’t that person and maybe that is why I like her even more now.

And it has become a thing now. Every Friday I go to Y/N’s house and help her with her Math or just to hang out with her. At first it was really awkward when Y/N asked me to come over when we both knew that we didn’t get any Math homework on Friday, but she simply stated that she wanted to hangout with me.

Ever since I have started hanging out with Y/N I’ve learned that her parents are rarely home since they are both real estate agents and that most of the time she always alone. I’ve also learned that she loves to play Just Dance every single day and she never gets tired of it, and to be honest neither do I, because every time when I am right next to her, watching her dance around and giggle with excitement it makes me happy. She makes me happy.


“So what are doing today,” I speak when I see Y/N answer the door.

“Want to watch a movie?” Y/N ask and I shrug my shoulders and nod my head in agreement as I began to step into the house.

“What movie do you want to watch?” I ask, and began to follow Y/N to the kitchen and see her retrieve a bag of popcorn out of the micro-wave.

“Let’s watch a scary movie,” Y/N speaks and looks at me with a smirk, and why the hell did God make her so sexy?

“Y/N let’s not go through this again,” I state and remember the first and only time I’ve watched a movie with Y/N. She was screaming all over the place, popcorn was flying everywhere and she was basically hiding under the pillow because of the red looking demon in Insidious.

“Come on please, I feel adventurous tonight, like nothing can stop me,” Y/N speaks with such excitement in her voice that I find it so adorable that I begin to nod my head.

“What movie did you pick?” I ask as we begin to make our way into the living room.

“Annabelle,” Y/N speaks with excitement and I nod my head before taking a seat on the couch.

“Okay, let’s start the movie.” Y/N states and presses play once she had it up and ready on Netflix.


“Luke,” Y/N speaks in the middle of the movie and I hum in acknowledgement.

“Yes?” I ask and watch as the women tries to figure out what the figure is in the dark.

“Can you cuddle with me,” And my eyes immediately snap towards Y/N, and this is something that I’ve always wanted to do with Y/N. Hold her in my arms and just lay their together. 

“Please,” Y/N whimpers, and fuck she sounds so innocent.

“Uh, yeah," I quickly rasp out before I see Y/N stand up, letting me slide into the place that she was laying down in before she lays down in front of me, her back against my chest and her hair tickling my chin. I place my hand on her hip and pull her deeper into my chest as she cuddles into me more, the blanket slowly forgotten.

"Are you okay now?” I ask and look down at Y/N’s bobbing head, I quickly relax before staring back at the screen that is filled with the women now running up the stairs trying to get away from the demon.

“Oh my God,” Y/N whimpers and I feels her ass press against my hips and I am so tempted to just push against her and feel some type of sanitation with her, and her voice isn’t helping either.

“No,” Y/N chokes out and pushes harder against my hips and God does this feel good, but fuck it is so wrong.

“Y/N you have to stop pushing into my hips,” I state and Y/N doesn’t even acknowledge me, her eyes still trained on the movie.

“Fuck,” Y/N screams and nearly jumps, her ass cheeks finally collading with my member.

“Shit,” I breathlessly whimper.

“Um.. Luke,” Y/N states and she sounds like she is pretty aware of the problem in my pants.

“Shit. Y/N. I’m so sorry. I think I should go,” I state and quickly slip from behind Y/N and make my way to Y/N’s front door.

“Luke,” Y/N states, and she is just making this so awkward, why can’t she just let me leave instead of me turning an even more darker shade of red.

“I am actually so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I-”

I don’t even get to finish my statement before I feel Y/N’s pink plump lips against mine. Fuck, does this feel good, her lips pressed to mine and I am just savoring her right now.

“Y/N what was that for,” I ask when she pulls away and drapes her arms around my neck.

“I know you’re sorry for what happened Luke, but to me, I’m not.” Y/N states and fuck she is just so hot, just the way her voice is makes just want to come in my pants.

“Wait. You wanted this to happen?” I ask and Y/N sends me a wicked smirk before she begins to play with the buttons on my red and black flannel.

“Luke I had feelings for you ever since I saw you in my Math class. You tutoring me was just a way for me to find out more about you and hang out with you.” Y/N states. Fuck, she wanted me for so long and I didn’t even know.

“So this was basically all planned?” I ask, and Y/N nods her head and giggles and I will never understand on how Y/N can be so cute and adorable one minute and then be so hot and sexy the next.

“Correct,” Y/N purrs, beginning to run her fingers against my waist.

“So, um, what do you want to do,” I state, and that was probably the worst thing to say when you have a raging boner and a hot girl that basically said that she wanted you for a whole entire month.

“I think it’s pretty obvious Luke,” Y/N states and now she is running her hand up and down my stiff member.

“What’s pretty obvious,” I say, and honestly I am not thinking, not one bit.

“That I want you to bring me upstairs and fuck me so hard that I can’t even walk tomorrow,” Y/N states and I immediately crash my lips against Y/N’s once again, but this time I’m taking dominance.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I moved my hands down to Y/N’s ass and cup her cheeks in my hands. Y/N moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck me Luke, please,” Y/N whimpers and I moan at the way she sounds.

“Jump,” I state and Y/N does just that, her thick thighs pressed against either side of my hips and her mouth roaming down the side of my neck, sucking hickeys on to my neck as I begin to make my way up the stairs.

I quickly kick Y/N’s door open with my foot and gently place her down on her bed. She looks so sexy like this, her hair in all direction but her eyes on me. Her oversized t-shirt is ridden up, enough for me to see her naval piercing.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I moan, and lower myself to her neck, my lips sucking a hickey near her prominent jawline.

Moans and whimpers begin to tremble from Y/N’s perfect pink lips and they are no where near quiet. I begin to tug her shirt up and over hear head, her burgundy lacy bra is in my version and I moan at the sight.

“God you are so perfect,” I moan and slip my hands behind her back and unclip her bra, her hard pink nipples exposed to the cool air cause a whimper to slip out of Y/N’s mouth.

“Shit Luke,” Y/N moans when I take one of her nipples into my mouth and begin to twirl it with my tongue before moving it to the next one and doing the same. After trending to Y/N’s nipples I being to trail my kisses down Y/N’s stomach and to the waist band of her spandex shorts that leave very little to the imagination.

I begin to tug down the black spandex shorts and I met with a pair of burgundy lace panties that go with Y/N’s bra. I quickly sit up and lean down towards Y/N lips.

“What a gorgeous pussy you have,” I breathe against her lips and Y/N bites her bottom lip in response.

“You’re so wet,” I hum when I peel Y/N panties to the side and glide my finger down her soaking wet heat, making Y/N back buck off the bed and a whimper releases from her lips. I quickly press a kiss to Y/N’s lips before I slip one finger into Y/N’s warm tight soaking heat. Y/N lets out a moan, breaking our kiss but I watch her in pure bliss.

“Fuck, baby,” Y/N moans grasping onto my bicep and continues to moan as I continuously begin to rock my fingers into Y/N.

“More, please,” Y/N whimpers and I obey, me slipping a second finger into Y/N’s tight warm heat. I begin to place open mouth kisses along Y/N’s neck line as my fingers worked themselves in and out of Y/N at a fast pace.

“Fuck, Luke, I’m gonna come,” Y/N moans and I begin to pick up the paste, my fingers basically ramming into Y/N’s heat and my thumb rubbing fast figure eights on her clit.

“Fuck!” Y/N nearly screams and comes on my fingertips. Her nails digging into my biceps that are sure going to leave marks there tomorrow. Y/N thighs are quivering as she regains herself and looks up at me with shinning eyes.

“Fuck me Luke, please,” Y/N whimpers in her bliss state and she doesn’t have to tell me twice. I am already unbuttoning the rest of my flannel and tugging my jeans and boxers off before I get stopped by Y/N.

“I want you to tie me up with your flannel, please?” Y/N breaths and fuck, she is so hot. And if she were to tell me to hop off a building in that voice I’ll probably do it since her voice is so sexy.

 "Fuck, yes,“ I moan and Y/N quickly rolls onto her stomach. Her ass fully in front of my face now. So much better then seeing her ass in tights and in jeans. I quickly grasp my red flannel from beside the bed and quickly tie them around Y/N’s hands.

"Are you okay?” I ask, and try to look at Y/N face that is basically buried in the white duvet.

“More then,” Y/N smirks and I chuckle before rubbing my member up and down her soaking heat.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask, only being concerned because I am pretty sure that neither of us want a child at this age.

“Yes. Now will you please just fuck me,” Y/N says and I chuckle before rubbing my member on her clit.

“I don’t like that tone of voice,” I state and I hear Y/N whimper into the sheets.

“I’m sorry, but can you please fuck me Luke. Please,” Y/N whimpers and I don’t hesitate when I slip my member into her heat.

“Fuck,” I moan when I feel Y/N tight walls against my member. And she is so tight that I can almost come from the sensation.

“Yes, yes, fuck,” Y/N moans and moves her body against mine. Her cheeks clapping against my hips, making the whole entire room echo with nose.

“Jesus Christ,” I moan and grasp my flannel in my hand, pulling Y/N up which begins to make her cry out my name.

“Fuck, Luke, right there!” Y/N cries and I press a kiss against her neck before slipping my arm in front of her and beginning to rub her clit.  

“Luke!” Y/N screams and I feel her tight walls contact against my member. Making me come inside of her pulsing heat.

“Holy shit,” Y/N moans and I let out a grunt as I continue to feel myself spilling inside of her.

“Did that really happen?” I say as I begin to undo my flannel that I tied on Y/N wrists.

“It sure did.” Y/N states before she collapses onto the bed.

“Are you gonna stay there or are you gonna cuddle with me,” Y/N breathes out in uneven breaths.

“I think we should start cuddling a whole lot more,” I chuckle when I lay down right beside Y/N. Y/N giggles before she turns over in my chest and cuddles deeper into me.