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(Modern Day) Khal Drogo x Reader...

IMAGINE….being new to town and your first impression of Drogo, “Khal”/President of the local motorcycle club known as the Dothraki.

((I may have….got too into this…I’m not sorry haha))

y/f/s – your favorite soda/pop/they’re called something different in England aren’t they? Or am I thinking of somewhere else?

 y/l/n - your last name

You were filling up the gas tank to your vehicle when the unmistakable rumble of motorcycles could be heard coming down the street. Lifting your hand to shade your eyes, you looked left and right and then left again just in time to see two dozen, if not more, bikes of different makes and models come speeding around the corner. Your breath caught, your eyes lighting up with curiosity, when you realized they were coming to the gas station, but your gaze was on the man in the front of the progression.

He was wearing leather from head to toe. His boots, his pants, and the sleeveless vest…all leather. He had bracelets on his wrists that you immediately wanted to know the use/story of. You had always liked long hair, and his was pulled up into a “man bun.” His legs were long and the tightness of the leather jeans showered the power in them. He was just…a very attractive and muscular man.

As the mc progression came to a stop, you quickly averted your gaze and tried to hide your blush as you finished pumping and put the nozzle back. You screwed the cap back on and closed the little “hood” to the gas tank before grabbing your bag from off the passenger seat and heading inside to pay.

There were two people already in line to pay so you moved to the back of the small room and grabbed a bottle of y/f/s and a candy bar before moving toward the cash register.

The girl behind the counter was a teenager, probably about sixteen, and seemed to find her nails were interesting than the money behind handed to her. She handled the transaction with the two people in front of you – an elderly man and a woman in her late thirties or early forties – all the while loudly, and obnoxiously, popping a piece of chewing gum.

Finally, it was your turn and you stepped up to the counter handing over a twenty and telling the girl which pump you had used. It wasn’t until you had finished speaking that you realized she wasn’t paying any attention. Huffing in annoyance, you turned your head to see what she was looking at just in time to see the biker man you had been checking out minutes earlier open the door and step inside under the soft jingle of the bell on top of the door.

“Hey Drogo,” the teen smirked and popped the gum once more. “We have those smokes you like,” she pointed out, sounding proud of herself.

Drogo was staring at you, a raised brow of curiosity on his face, as he replied to the teen with only a fleeting look and a, “Good. I’ll come in and get some once your brother comes in.”

The girl seemed to deflate some, a scowl pulling onto her face. “I can sell them to you,”

“You’re seventeen, last time I checked, girl. I’m not getting anyone in trouble.” The biker chuckled and you felt your stomach flutter. It was deep and low and so hot. “And who are you?” he was talking to you now, and you barely managed to find a voice.

“Y/n…my name is Y/n…Y/l/n. I’m new to town.” You tore your gaze away and once more handed the money to the teen and told her which pump you had used.

This time she did the transaction and then turned away, grabbing her cell from off the counter behind her.

“Y/n Y/ln. I’ll have to keep an eye out for you.” Drogo murmured, stepping closer to you as you went to move for the door.

You nodded, swallowing was difficult, “Alright. You do that.” And you practically ran for the exit.

His chuckle was the last thing you heard from him.

Sebastian Stan Romanian interview translation

Narrator: It is 9 A.M. in New York and the city is intensely buzzing. It’s full of people on Manhattan’s streets, an island that has represented the commercial, cultural and financial temple of America for many decades. Millions of souls animated by the noise of the streets, the reflections on the giant buildings and the savor of the coffee sold everywhere flood the arteries of the most cosmopolitan neighborhood of New York. On 428 Hudston Street, a young man is making his way to a coffee shop. (Sebastian saying “Nice to meet you, [formal] hello, Sebastian” in Romanian). He’s wearing a leather jacket but also a cap, to slightly hide his features, and he’s accompanied by a personal assistant. He speaks respectfully and immediately starts a conversation with the manager, an Australian married to a Romanian woman. He introduces himself simply, Sebastian, and he says he lives in the area. (The manager asks Sebastian if he was born in Romania, he says “Yes, I was. I was born in Romania”, both speak English).

Meet Sebastian Stan, the Romanian who, at 34, stars in the coolest Hollywood blockbusters. The world knows him as Bucky, Captain America’s best friend in the superhero trilogy which has brought him a climatic success in the past 4 years.

Sebastian: I like the whole group of people with whom I’m there making the movie very much, because we get along very well and… yeah, what I can say, (in English) it’s a very nice job.

Narrator: In Hollywood, everybody knows he’s Romanian, from his castmates to TV hosts, and everybody he collaborates with wants to hear him speak Romanian. With Sharon Stone, he flirted live in Romanian. He’s sexy, he’s got a million dollar body and he’s pursued by big advertising companies for various spots. In the industry, they say he has a killer smile. Ever since they found out he’s Romanian, more and more people are starting to talk to him in his mother tongue. He has won the admiration of millions of people from around the world, playing the role of the hot, bad guy which confronts almost all American symbols regarding heroes, characters inspired by comics like Iron Man or Captain America. He stars along Robert Downey Jr, Scarlet Johansson, Chris Evans, Hugo Weaving, Samuel L. Jackson and many other famous actors with whom he shares the sets.

Sebastian: Every time I wake up in the morning and I think that this is my work, what can I say, it feels very… unreal, like it’s just a dream, that someone’s paying me to hit someone else all day.

Narrator: He easily finds his words in Romanian while the conversation keeps playing. It’s not easy for him, seeing that he doesn’t have the chance to speak Romanian in either New York or Hollywood, in the fortress of American movies.

Sebastian: I have to thank my mom, because she… if it were me, I don’t know if I would still be able to speak Romanian. Because when you’re a small kid, you come here and you try to assimilate, you don’t want to be different, you want to fit in. So I have her and I have my dad, I also speak Romanian to him.

Narrator: His parents got divorced when Sebastian was 2, and his dad is still in America but on the West Coast. He visits him when he goes to Los Angeles to film, and he says his parents kept his interest for Romania alive.

Sebastian: I have to go back to Romania. I absolutely have to go back.

Rares Nastase: Do you feel that?

Sebastian: Yes, but it’s also about time. Now that I’m 34, it’s like I think a lot and I ask myself a lot about family and other things, and I have some questions about Romania and how it was during my time there. Because I left when I was 8.

Narrator: It happened in 1990. Sebastian was 8 and living in Constanta. Right after the revolution, his mom, a piano teacher, took him to Vienna, where they lived for 3 years before flying over the ocean to the United States.

Sebastian: It was very early, but I have some memories. What can I say about the communists and that situation, the least I remember is New Year’s Eve, when we had the TV on for the whole night, cause otherwise it we could only watch from 8 P.M. to 9 P.M.

Narrator: In front of a coffee with lots of milk, Sebastian says he’s happy about the success of the commercial movies which brought him fame, but he’d also like to play more profound roles.

Sebastian: Working on something which is about people, about family, about life, about what’s happening, that’s why I sometimes like European movies, because they always ask these questions that we have in life and ask ourselves everyday.

Narrators: And on this subject, he tells us that he’s keeping an eye on Romanian productions. He’s watched a lot of awarded European movies and he wants to collaborate with Romanian producers.

Sebastian: I started watching Romanian movies more and what can I say, I was… they’re better than American movies. I mean, directors like Cristi Puiu and the movies I’ve watched… The latest one was Graduation.

Narrator: He praises Romanians who make movies because talk about realities in the Romanian society, which he’s getting to know too. Romanian movies made him recently realize what his mother went through when she decided to emigrate with him thousands of miles from Romania.

Sebastian: Even if I didn’t grow up there, in Romania, if I haven’t known the situation in the past 10 years, I felt something because maybe I understood my mom better because of that film, the sacrifice, what it means for the kid, the ideas that we have at a certain moment and then how life turns out. Yes, I was very lucky, but I forget. When I was 22-23, I don’t think I was thinking about what it meant for her, after the revolution, to get up and go somewhere she can make money, to get us food. I didn’t ask those questions at 22, but now I look into it and I understand.

Narrator: Charm, ambition and talent is what made him star in Oscar movies. In The Martian, he stared alongside Matt Damon, and in Black Swan he filmed with Natalie Portman. He also stared in musicals and Gossip Girl, always in roles of irresistible men. But, in the most recent Captain America movie, he has a main role and he had lines in Romania after speaking to the producers about bringing up a bit of his natal country.

Sebastian: They knew I’m from Romania and that I was born there, so they did me a favor and wrote the scene so that it’d be in Romanian, because they knew I could speak it.

Narrator: After 18, he worked as a waiter in a Manhattan restaurant, in a time when he said every dollar counted. He was serving tables, but he didn’t give up his dream of playing on big scenes. His first casting was in Vienna when he was 10, and ever since then he was hoping to get to  Hollywood.

Sebastian: When we moved to Vienna, I tried to get into movies because I liked to imitate people, my grandparents.

Narrator: He feels strongly connected to Romania, he tells everyone that he was born in Constanta and he lived in an apartment building in a seaside town, which he visited in 2005.

Sebastian: I went to the beach, it was summer, I celebrated my birthday there in august, it was fantastic, it was very cool. I got the chance to see Constanta differently than when I was 8.

Narrator: He mentions a sad moment which has kept him in recent years from coming back to his hometown.

Sebastian: After mamaia [kind of like nana] died, to be honest it was a bit hard for me to go back because I know that if I go, then I have to go to the cemetery and I have to face what happened. It’s a very special situation.

Narrator: He becomes very serious when talking about his memories from Constanta in the days of the 1989 revolution. He was playing outside when the riot started.

Sebastian: I saw a white Dacia [Romanian car from that time] with about 6 people in it and they were yelling, they were about 20-25, and they had a flag with a hole in the middle.

Rares Nastase: And you remember the revolution?

Sebastian: Yes, and when I saw this car driving fast with the flag with the hole there, I felt… I always remember, that something major, very important was happening. I go on YouTube and I searched for Ceausescu [Romanian communist president who was killed after the revolution] and the helicopter came and he was going to run…

Rares Nastase: What did you think of that image?

Sebastian: I don’t know, but I felt something… I remembered as if the memory was in my muscles, it was in me, it felt like a knife going into me. That voice of his, when I heard his voice, it was… (in English) like it was yesterday. (in Romanian) Like it was the day before yesterday.

Narrator: He is assaulted with love all around the world, and he says he feels his Romanian roots. He’s always funny and careful about public appearances, but he welcomes his fans with smiles, jokes and even hugs. He travels a lot in Europe and Asia and in a lot of American cities to promote his movies. He goes to the gym almost every day, where he has a personal trainer, but he likes to recharge his batteries by walking the streets of New York for hours. He says that the buzzing of the city and the architecture give him a lot of energy.

Rares Nastase: Is celebrity changing you? Do you have to do things differently?

Sebastian: No, I don’t think I have to do things differently, but I realize the idea of time. You feel a bit like you have more responsibility till the end. What are you doing with your time? Okay, you made some money, now what do you do with them? If you want to have fun, you have fun and that’s your life. If you want to do something important, to leave something behind, to have someone ask a question about your work later, after you died… that’s what changed the most, responsibility.

Narrator: Beyond the climatic success, American newspapers have also been talking about his private life, about relationships he’s had. He dated Leighton Meester for a few years, Gossip Girl co-star, then he had a long love story with the Russian Margarita Levieva, with whom he stared in Spread. This summer, however, there were rumors about a breakup between the two of them because of jealousy. Sebastian Stan agreed to also tell us about this aspect.

Sebastian: It’s hard, I mean I always wonder and question how it’s possible for relationships to work in this business. I mean look at Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. With all the opportunities, all the money in the world, problems are problems. It’s very hard because you leave for a long time, you don’t film in one location. You film in a location here, then you go to a location there for three months, then again, and it’s hard to maintain a relationship. I certainly want to have kids and to get to a point where I could have a family and work on interesting projects with directors whom I admire.

Narrator: He told us what the latest rumors in Hollywood are about good places to film in Eastern Europe.

Sebastian: Lots of movies were going to Budapest and another place, and now there’s something with a tax and all those movies are going to come here.

Narrator: At his mom’s home, in New York, he always eats Romanian food.

Sebastian: With mititei, mamaliga, sarmale [Romanian foods], every Christmas we have sarmale, Boeuf salad, I can never forget that.

Narrator: At 34, Sebastian Stan is recommended by the whole world and he shares blockbusters with quality stars. From Romania, to the country of possibility. From the years of Romanian communism, to the heights of success, he doesn’t forget to be a good Romanian.

Sebastian: An actor’s life in kind of hard, because you’re responsible until the end about what you do. It doesn’t really feel like there’s enough time on this planet.

Narrator: He’s optimistic about Romania. He trusts that Romanians can do beautiful things. He started from the bottom and followed his childhood dream. He hoped and he didn’t give up. He searched and he keeps searching to prove that he has talent. Sebastian Stan shows the whole world that Romanians are special, that they are smart and beautiful and respectful. That they succeed because they have the ambition to follow any great dream, no matter the obstacles.

Sebastian: Thank you, greetings from New York, I’m very glad that I could speak to all of you today and I hope to see you in Constanta or Bucharest.

I’m honestly still in a state of shock that Cas called Dean a lumberjack… Can we talk about that. We go over how Dean has such a ~thing~ for how Cas dresses (whatever he says) but oh my god has poor Cas been suffering ALL THIS TIME?

Misha Collins Photo Op! JaxCon 2017

Here’s the story guys

So I get in there, FREAKING OUT and I see he’s wearing his red leather literally the ONE THING THAT I ASKED HIM NOT TO WEAR BECAUSE MY DEATH so I start freaking out more and people are like “hey it’s okay you’ll be fine!” So I get up there and I walk up and I LOOK HIM IN HIS BLUEST BLUE TO EVER BLUE EYES and I’m like “hi can we do a dip? Like a dance dip, dip? Like a dip” (I said dip so many times I’m…) so as I’m saying that he’s nodding and taking my hands and I’m like “oh!” and he pushes me forward and I’m like in my head ‘fuck which way-’ and then PULLS ME BACK INTO A DIP AND MY FACE IS LITERALLY PROBABLY LIKE 😀 and then he pulls me back up (please note the second he dipped me everyone in the room freaked out) and was still holding my hand and I’m laughing and then he TWIRLS ME AND IM LIKE “AHHH” but softly and as he twirls me he has the CUTEST SMILE LIKE A LITTLE GUMMY SMILE WITH THE CRINKLED EYES AND IM LAUGHING LIKE AN IDIOT AND SAYING THANK YOU and everyone is just like 😱😱😫👌🏾😳🙌🏾😭💦😩so my happy ass practically skips back over to my bags and this one worker was like “that was really good congratulations” and gave me a high five and I walked out of there laughing and smiling and shaking I am so S H O O K

honestly its great how in canon merlin loved boys so much,,,, he loved thinking about boys and flirting with boys and you know he had a new boyfriend every week

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The Foster twins (older then younger) finally done! Olly is more of an antag where Trevor is a protag– they have a lot of unresolved tension between them.

Olly, on top of having the phobia of touching, literally can’t touch people or he’ll rot their flesh off if he isn’t in control, where Trevor definitely can touch people but his energy is sapped by his power. The only person Olly can touch and not harm is Trevor as their abilities neutralize each other.

Just so everyone has context for my “goth isn’t real” jokes, Andrew Eldritch of The Sisters of Mercy is ADAMANT that his band is not goth, was not ever goth, and is a pop-rock love machine. This despite the fact that his name is literally “Andrew Eldritch” and he wears only black leather and black sunglasses.

In fact goth bands angrily proclaiming themselves to not be goth is so common that I honestly think it could be called one of the defining characteristics of goth bands. Bauhaus? Not goth. Nick Cave? Not goth. Release the Bats was not a goth song at all, people. Pretty sure The Cure aren’t goth either. It’s quite possible that there are no goth bands at all.

Bones is exhausted and trying to sleep in, like the first chance they get to relax after saving Yorktown, and Jim Kirk probably drags him out of bed to go shop for matching leather jackets because their old boyfriend jackets got lost with the ship (they’ve had them since the academy).  And Bones can’t say no to that, especially when he knows they’re gonna be ridiculously cute together at the surprise party.

helen: PHILIP DID U RELEASE INFORMATION!!!!!!

helen: yes this is my foster son philip he wears a leather jacket with a flag on it his “best friend” (boyfriend) is lukas waldenbeck the eyewitness who just got shot 

kind of really insignificant but…I wonder if Karamatsu always pulling his sleeves up, and zipping down his jumper really low isn’t just because he thinks it looks cool but because he actually always has really high body temperature? It was what I thought  when it looked like he was literally boiling when he was sick compared to his brothers

headcanon that Karamatsu is the warmest and nicest to hug whenever it’s cold~  somehow, the thought of his sleeves being up for a practical reason is so cute to me…

well, Karamatsu himself is just so cute…

Professer Irwin!

Words: 2.5K

Warning: Smut!

Summary: Y/N sees her professor at a club and the next day at school she can’t stop thinking about him. 

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You saw him about 30 minutes ago, hoping he wouldn’t see you, you were 18 and having a night out with your best friends. Yes, by 3 years you were underage but you had fake ID and you didn’t expect your extremely attractive science teacher to be in a this club.

Professor Irwin had started last year and you’d been intrigued by his bubbly personnel. He always wore a long white lab coat and them stupid plastic goggles. All the girls would fawn over him especially me. But tonight he was wearing a sexy leather jacket with black skinny jeans and a black tank top.  His hair was nicely swept back which was revealing his arousing stubbly beard and hazel eyes.

He was surrounded by three of his mates, which they all were clung to a girl and professor Irwin looked lonely. I walked over to the bar ordering a shot and chugging it back. Even though it was a school night, It was thursday and you’d finished your last exam today. Tomorrow was your last day of full lessons. Yes you still had to go in, but most of tomorrow will be spent watching films or just talking to everyone and saying goodbye. 

“Should you be here?” I heard a gruff voice come behind me, I turned a round to be met with a beautiful pair of hazel eyes boring into my skin. I saw him quickly check me out before his eyes met mine. Today I had worn my tight grey dress which had a cut out showing off my boobs, it was one of my favourite dresses as it showed off everything. I leant on the bar smiling at him innocently.

“You’re not going to tell me off are you?”

“You’re underage Miss Y/L/N” He sternly said, I pouted at him as he looked over to his friends who were making out with the girls they were with. In a way I felt sorry for him, I felt exactly the same. I wasn’t the best looking out of my friends and they were all off with there boyfriends, the few that weren’t were on the dance floor.

“I’m only underage by 3 years, plus no one here knows” He looked back at me and gave a sad smile. 

“I won’t tell if you don’t” I smiled biting my lip. He shook his head and I called the bartender to get me two beers. He brung them over and I gave one to Professor Irwin. Who looked at me sceptically as I gave the bartender the change.

“Y/N I can’t take this”

“It will be our little secret Sir, why are you sad?” Professor Irwin cautiously looked at me before sitting on the barstool next to me. 

“Well every time I come out with my friends they always manage to hook up with someone, all three of them and I’m not into that. I want to find the one you know, the one who will make me happy no matter what”

“Ok but what if you find a really attractive girl who makes you hard as a rock and all you want to do is fuck her” 

“I’m not talking about this with you” he laughed, sipping on beer. His perfect lips wrapping around the end and tilting his head back showing off his perfectly sculptured jaw.

“Why not, its not like your friends are much interested” I spoke as he looked back over to them. Two pairs were leaving and the other one with red hair was dancing with his girl on the dance floor.

“Well, they’re just a bunch of losers who still attend uni, they’re younger then me one is even 19 there other 2 are 20″

“Oh do you think I could hook up with one of them, its been a while”

“Don’t even go there”

“What you scared of, I’m not exactly a virgin, I love a good cock thrusting into me and your friend with the blonde hair is pretty fit, they all are really”

“Really?” He asked questionably and swallowing thickly

“Yeah” I half moaned. I threw my head back taking a sip of the beer and placing it down onto the counter, I licked my lips tasting the beer remains. I saw Professor Irwin’s eyes look over my tongue and his jaw clench as he looked down at his lap. I saw my friend run over to me as she told me we were going. I downed the rest of my beer  placing it down on the side grabbing my purse. 

“Goodbye Sir”

“See you tomorrow in class” he smiled, I reached up kissing him on the cheek before smirking at him and leaving him sat there watching me saunter out of the club. I made sure to shake my ass and I turned round at him and he was laughing shaking his head at me. I winked at him and left the club.


I had just finished my last ever maths lesson and honestly I just felt so tired, at least I only had one ever lesson left to go. My last lesson was Scince as much as I love science I had been dreading ever since Professor Irwin saw me last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what he said, what if I could change the way he feels and give him an night he won’t forget. God I have so many visions of him fucking me. He’s so good looking…and his fucking smile, his hair and his beard. I rubbed my head in frustration as I entered the science lab. I looked at the front row of girls and today they looked like they’re jaws were going to fall off.

I looked out to what they were looking at and I bit my lip. Professor Irwin was wearing a black shirt and black skinny jeans and his hair was combed back. Obviously the girls had never seen him in casual wear and he was a tasteful sight. I went and took my seat at the back of the class.

The whole lesson was Proffeser Irwin congratulating us on all our exams and giving us pep talks about what the future holds. To be honest I wasn’t even paying to what he was saying, I was watching his lip and the way his hands moved as he spoke about something he was passionate about, like what he did when he left school.

The final bell had rang and all the students had ran out of the school, celebrating, now that they had finally left. Me however I was sat at my desk slowly putting away my books into my bag as Professor Irwin packed away his things. I walked over to his desk as he looked up at me. 

“Well I guess this is goodbye” I said smiling at him sweetly.

“Last night, why did you kiss me?”

“You have kissable cheeks I guess” I blushed, not wanting to tell him the actual reason.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said” he started getting up from his chair and moved his way round to the front, sitting on the desk. I walked forward, tilting my head at him. “I found someone who makes me hard, all I want to do is fuck her, but theres a problem”

“Whats the problem?” I asked him placing my bag on the desk next to me and sitting on the desk opposite Professor Irwin.

“She’s a student at my school, she’s in my science class. But fuck she’s amazing, smart and she has this beautiful ass” he groaned, looking at me but now his eyes seemed darker the usual. I got what he was getting at as I stood up and walked forward standing in-between his leg.

“Technically, as of this minute, she’s not your student no more” I whispered edging my face forward. Our breaths mixed together as I lightly swiped my lips against his. He grabbed the back of my neck pulling me forward and crashing his lips to mine. I moaned, wrapping my arms around his waist leaning into him. His other hand came around to my ass pulling me close to him as his tongue entered my mouth. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate, and his lips were soft and felt like I was kissing a cloud. 

“Professor Irwin” I moaned detaching our lips

“Call me Ashton” He kissed over my neck and both his hands came under my skirt grasping my ass cheeks. I ran my hands through his soft hair as his fingers toyed with my panties pulling them down my legs. His fingers came up to my pussy, swiping his fore finger against my folds. Due to me thinking about Ashton all morning my pussy was already wet. Ashton backed his face away from me running his fingers over my folds.

“You’re already wet?” he questioned raising an eyebrow at me

“Have you met my science professor? God he’s so fucking hot” I whimpered reaching forward and unbuttoning his shirt. He let out a groan turning me around to where he was sitting and now he was stood in-between my legs. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders as it fell to the floor and Ashton pulled my shirt apart, a few buttons flying across the room. His lips instantly attached to my boobs, I shrugged off my shirt and leaning back on my elbows as Ashton sucked on my skin. Ashton reached around un pinging my bra and slowly smoothing it down my arms and pulling the cups away from my breasts and groaned.

“So perfect” His hands came around tweaking my nipples and rolling them in his fingers. He leant down sucking onto my nipple and I felt him slowly grind into me. He pulled my nipple, letting go and attaching his lips back to mine. I stroked my way down his chest feeling his few hairs and his muscles, loving the way his body tensed under my touch.  I tugged on his belt bringing him closer. 

“Ashton” I whined

“Yeah baby”

“I want you”

“What do you want?”

“Your fingers and mouth” 

“Is that so?” he grinned like a cheshire cat getting onto his knees. He inhaled my scent licking a line to my pussy circling his tongue over my clit. I let out a whimper as he paused looking up at me and smirking.

“Beg for it”

“Oh god-Ashton I want you so bad, I want you mouth, your fingers and your cock, just like I imagined” He growled sucking onto my clit and kitten licked between my folds, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as his pink lips were attached to my glistening pussy. His long fingers were rubbing small circles on my thighs and keeping them wide open as I kept trying to close them due to the pleasure. I felt his stubble scratch my entrance and I clenched my thighs around his face, it felt fucking amazing.

“More” I whined, he nuzzled in further licking over my entrance and swirling his tongue around my walls teasingly. He moved back up to my clit as I felt his long fingers lap at my juices.

“Suck” He said bringing his fingers to my mouth. I placed them in my mouth making sure to coat them and licking over the tips. He pulled them out and bringing them back to my pussy and delving one finger in. His fingers were so long, which meant they were touching all the right places deep inside me. 

“Oh fuck” I moaned, Ashton grumbled sending my legs trembling around him. He entered another finger thrusting into me. I let out whimpers as he looked up at me smirking. I bit my lip as I saw my essence over his chin and around his mouth. He wiggled his tongue and started to curl his fingers in me. 

The combined pleasure of his fingers pumping in and out of me and his tongue flicking my sensitive bud was enough to put me over the edge. I rocked into him and leant back on his desk.

“I’m going to cum”

“You better fucking not” He moaned. His fingers slid out of my pussy and he pressed one last kiss to my clit. I gave a whimper and pouted. I was so close and he decided to make me hold up.

“What why?” 

“I want you to cum around my cock” he said biting his lip and standing up. He undid his belt pulling it out of the belt loops and throwing it on the floor. Then he pulled down his trousers along with his boxers. His dick stood proud and leaking out pre-cum, the sight was mouth watering and I reached out slowly jerking him off. I tilted my head back as he sucked on my lip.  

“You’re so perfect Y/N, you know that right?”

“As are you Ashton” I moaned as he tugged at my hand making me pulling off him.

“Bend over the desk for me” I did as he said bending over the desk and bunching up my skirt above my hip. He came behind me with a foil packet tearing it open and rolling the condom onto his dick. He pushed into me grabbing my hips and slapping my ass lightly. 

“Fuck sir”

“You like that Y/N?”

I grabbed a hold of the edge of the desk as Ashton thrusted into my hole, there was a crude sound of squelching and the occasional sound of our skin slapping together. I edged as far as I could onto him and I felt his balls blow against my clit. He stroked over my ass and lightly spanking me once again.

“Feels amazing Y/N” he groaned tucking his hand around to rub my clit, I lifted up leaning my head on his shoulder and bouncing off him. Ashton’s dick rubbed against my walls as he clasped my ass squeezing it in his hands and rolling his hips into mine. I felt his tip hit my g-spot and I rammed my ass into his hips. 

“There Ashton” I screamed.  He let out several groans, rubbing my clit at a faster pace. I looked down at my knuckles, which were turning white from the pressure that I was clingy onto the side of the desk. My breathing started to pick up as I felt my legs start to shake. I let out a scream and came hard around his dick as I felt him harshly grab my ass. I heard him let out a animalistic groan and cum in the condom inside me. He slowly pulled out of me, taking off the condom. He tied it up putting it in the bin but making sure to cover it up with a few bits of paper.

“Fuck you’re incredible” He groaned pulling up his trousers

“Well I’m glad you found someone who gets you hard and can make you cum”

“So next week, you busy?”