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Jungkook could be a mere fan and would still be highly respected by the whole fansite community because he possesses something no other man has possessed: The Jimin Bible, The Jimin Know-How…The No. 1 Jimin Enthusiast

anonymous asked:

You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?

i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.


this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that. 

anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.

one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move. 

anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road. 

now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon. 

steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going. 

but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first. 

he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine. 

and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.

Another rant

Okay but i swear to God that poc kids go through hell, i remember being so fucking insecure about my skin since kindergarden, i remember being so confused on why there was no history of me in history books and why everyone was so white My parents told me to be proud of who i was but i was so confused because no one knew anything else about el salvador, they just knew mexico and i remember talking about foods in spanish and everyone would look at me as if i was an alien and the only time they were interested in spanish was for homework and cursing and although there are more colored folk in my school we get grouped together in average classes where i have met talented young black folk who can write and create music using only their phones or a pen and ive meant hispanic girls who always make the grade and know how to dance and they are the nicest people ive met unlike some racist white kids who think that just because i speak spanish means i celebrate cinco de mayo and holy fuck i still get shit thrown at me because i happen to enjoy spanish music but thats too weird omg i just get so pissed off because its so tiring hearing these sob stories about white kids but no one acknowledges that poc have mental illness too, ive met a smart dark skinned girl who is so sweet but is depressed due to the stress of trying to succeed yet no one notices. ive met a salvadorian girl with abusive parents and yet social services didnt do shit.  I myself go through depression and anxiety yet everyone talks about those poor little white boys who got 400 dollars instead or 600 and ive met asian bisexual girls and trans boys lgbt isnt all white people like on tv, they are actually people poc are actually people, you can’t just use white out on us in the media, we exist

School Info from Kay

Okay so since I’m a senior now i feel like i should give some words of wisdom to the upcoming freshmen on how to “survive” high school and general stuff that comes with it!

Social

  • Make friends. easiest way to do this is by talking to people in class or by joining clubs. I promise you there are people out there who share interests with you, you just gotta find em
  • Don’t go to big parties. I’ve been to a few and honestly they’re really boring and everyone is drunk/high and the cops might show up which just makes you anxious. Freshman year, don’t go to big parties. Instead, go chill with some friends and raid a CVS for soda and chips at 2AM. Way more fun, way less stressful. Better memories too.
  • Hang out with people on weekends! People can generally give/get rides, and chilling out on weekends while studying is a really fun thing to do. Skype is also a great way to do this if rides aren’t available.
  • No one notices if you are alone at lunch/in the hallway, so dont feel worried. If your friends have a different lunch than you, try to make some friends in the same lunch, or pretend youre studying if you feel awkward about sitting alone.
  • Dont. Date. Upperclassmen. Its not that you’re immature or not, but its freaking creepy if an upperclassman wants to date you. There is something wrong with them if they want to date you. Especially seniors - they’re almost adults and they’re going after someone just out of middle school? thats fucked up. Just dont do it. Even if they’re cute and on the tennis team or something, don’t do it. 
  • Don’t have sex/send nudes “just because” Not to be proverbial, but if your friends jumped off a cliff would you? no. I know that you may feel ready, but I can promise you that it just feels bad afterward if you really arent ready. I’m a sex-positive person, but freshman year is too young to put yourself in that emotional position. It’s very stressful, and for myself personally as well as friends of mine it caused us all more anxiety than we would have gotten otherwise.
  • Don’t overstuff your schedule with clubs. I tried this last year, and it was just way too stressful. Instead, focus on one or two clubs that interest you. Leave time for yourself.

Mental

  • Be up front with teachers about mental health. Teachers will try to help you. They will work with you on that stuff. I can only speak from my experiences, but finding professional help for my mental illnesses actually helped me in school. 
  • Don’t procrastinate forever. If you have tests, prepare for them ahead of time. If you have projects, start doing research or plan. If you have a paper due, start writing before the last day. Even if it’s possible to do something the last second, the stress isnt worth 
  • Take time for yourself. buy that bath bomb and chill out to the sounds of metallica if you want to, binge watch voltron one weekend if you want to. Take a nap if you want to. Play some video games if you want to. Just, don’t fill your time with school. You will wear yourself out so fast. 
  • Talk to your friends. If you had shit friends in middle school, get new ones who listen to and respect you. Friends are there to be friendly. For those of you who have parents you trust, talk to them.
  • Be super fucking gay. This obviously applies to location, but most schools now have some variation of a gsa/saga. Join them. If you’re closeted, just say you’re looking into it for a research paper or something, or that youre an ally. i can promise you there are more gay people in your school than you expect. Be gay in front of your teachers, in front of your friends, your principal, idgaf, just don’t feel obligated to be a super closeted person in high school. (disclaimer: if you are in an unsafe area do what makes you feel safest. There are tons of online forums for other info - GLSEN is great for school related saga stuff.)
  • Don’t worry about dating. This can fit into the first category, and a lot of overlaps happen like that, but honestly if you cant find a boy/girl/date-friend its okay! I didn’t have a steady relationship until my junior year and no one cared at all. have fun meeting people, and dont pressure yourself into something. If you don’t like someone and they ask you out, don’t say yes just because you want to date someone. Its not worth it.
  • During Summer, don’t completely slack off. I know this sounds counter-intuitive, but don’t just log out of life during summer. Take extra time for yourself, and have fun, but summer is a great time to deal with mental health problems due to increased flexibility. Ex. if you want to start seeing a psychologist/therapist, summer is a great time to start. If you think you need to take medication, summer is a great time to find out.
  • Take Mental Health sick days. Its a legal thing you can do. it counts as a normal sick day. Relax, drink some tea, watch a movie, take a nap. 
  • But if you cant take a day off… talk to your friends, don’t stress yourself with work at school. Explain to your teachers that you dont feel well, just don’t overwork!

School Stuff

  • Don’t stand in the middle of the hallway. Upperclassmen do this too, and if they do it just shove through them. But seriously, its the worst thing to have someone or a group of people standing in the middle of the hall/doorway. If you are walking slowly, stay to the right of traffic.
  • Being late to class sucks, but it’s not everything. no one really cares other than the teacher, but it’s not very fun to miss out on warmup time. Also, you can get in trouble which is crummy.
  • If you are absent, talk to your teacher/classmates. Many schools have an online thing you can check for assignments, but also email your teacher if you are sick. If you know ahead of time that you’ll be out, talk to them about it. And, if possible, work on those assignments/lessons while you’re out to avoid falling behind. 
  • Study. Like, seriously. Even if you never had to study a day in your life before, do it. And take notes. Take notes over and over. Quizlet is great for studying, and there are a ton of studyblrs that can give you tips. 
  • Make your notes readable. I’ve literally had times where i couldn’t read anything ive written. It sucks, but just make sure you take your time. 
  • Listen to teachers rather than writing everything from the slide. Teachers usually tell you whats most important on the slide anyway. Write down what they say. And make funny notes about it - it helps you remember! There was a funny picture in the textbook? Draw it into your notes, or write about it somewhere. Teacher made a joke about the plot of a book? Write that down! Stuff like that will save you on test day!
  • Don’t worry if you’re late on the first day your teachers super duper understand. This also applies if you go to the wrong class or something. No one cares.
  • Have a visible copy of your schedule for at least the first 2 days. You will forget where your rooms are. You will be asked your teacher’s name. You will need to know this stuff. Take a picture on your phone or print out one and put it in your agenda, whatever suits you! Don’t put this away either - keep it out while you’re going to each class. 
  • Don’t stress about knowing the building. I just discovered a new wing of my school last year, so its no big deal if you don’t know every nook and cranny. Ask a teacher/janitor/whoever if you cant find your class. An upperclassman may also know!
  • Don’t act like a dick. You may assume this is common knowledge, but ive met so many kids who act like they’re hot shit on the first day. Seriously, shut up, I just have to go to class and I dont need you acting personally offended when i accidentally push you. Also, if you seriously body slam someone, apologize however quickly, but also don’t be afraid to squeeze through groups of people taking up the hallway (they’re the ones being dicks, not you)
  • Make room for disabled students. Whether this be students with physical or mental handicaps, giving a bit of extra room is really nice. As someone who’s been on crutches at school, being in the middle of a crowd with no room sucks. Mentally disabled students are really chill, but their teachers may want to keep an eye on them so they don’t accidentally get hurt. Be curteous.
  • Get an agenda. Seriously, don’t just use your phone to write everything down. Even if your agenda is a $1 walmart version, its really useful (I got calendar sheets from target for about $1 and a binder for them for $2.) Copying down your assignments physically helps put them in your mind.
  • Write. Your. Notes. Physically. As stated above, writing physically helps you remember things. A tip for those who are willing - write your notes in class messy and then rewrite them more nicely in a binder at home with just the key info. It’s another copy-to-remember session and helps you find key points. Bonus if you put those notes online for your friends to look at too.
  • Don’t go to things you don’t want to. I went to my freshman homecoming dance and it sucked because I didn’t really want to be there/didn’t know a lot of people. I went to prom last year and it was awesome only because I wanted to be there. I’ve never gone to a sports game because I’m not interested. Don’t go just because all of your friends are saying “only losers don’t go” (which is a total lie). Use your parents as an excuse, or say you got sick, or whatever if you don’t want to tell them straight out you aren’t feeling it.
  • Don’t feel obligated to keep up with your blog. My followers probably can tell when school starts for me because im on 10x less than usual. Its okay to use tumblr as a fun time to relax, but don’t spend more than 2 hours on it a day. 
  • Even if homework isnt assigned, do homework. This means studying, reading up on the next chapter, doing makeup work, working on a project/paper, etc. Do something school related for whatever subject doesn’t have homework.
  • DO YOUR WORK ON FRIDAY. Please, take this one to heart. Having a less-awesome friday because you chose to do your homework means you have a less-guilty saturday and sunday (which helps you relax and prepare for the next week of school!) Alternative: do half on friday, half on saturday morning.
  • Go to bed at a reasonable time. This includes if you have homework left and its midnight. Get to sleep, your paper is gunna suck even if you finish it past midnight. I know waking up sucks (im a night owl myself) but seriously, wake up an hour early, take a shower, get a coffee, and plunk yourself in front of that project. in additon, get to bed at a fairly regular time. If you go to bed at 11 every night, thats better than going to sleep at 9, then 7, then 3:30 AM. Regular sleep is key to good sleep. #ap psych taught me that.
  • Don’t stay up chatting with friends. Seriously, if your friends are still awake at 4 AM tell them to get to bed! You won’t miss out on anything if you go to bed early, and even if you do, im sure it wont be so important that it couldnt wait.
  • Don’t be a jerk to teachers! especially your first period jesus. Imagine how tired you are - then multiply it by 100. My mom was a teacher and she always stayed up later than me grading work and planning lessons. Teachers, even if they suck and are assholes, don’t deserve you being a jerk to them. Sure, rant about  them to your friends, but don’t cause problems in their class. Youre not cool, youre just annoying if you do. 

There’s so much more I could put in here, but I really feel like a lot of it just comes naturally. Everyone is different, so pay attention to your own body and needs, but don’t overwork or overstress yourself! High school should be a fun time getting to know your interests, so don’t put pressure on yourself to be the perfect straight A student! if you do, you might realize you missed out on a lot of fun!

hey i just wanna say cut that shit out w bullying your autistic siblings
like,,every autistic kid ive met has an abusive sibling that thinks theyre better than them and like i just wanna say if youve got an autistic sibling then you best watch real fuckin carefully how you treat them because ive seen both ends where the allistic sibling didnt know they were being a bully and my autistic friends w shitty abusive siblings like watch your ass because you might be ruining that kids life asshole

anonymous asked:

Allistics are such hypocrites. Society says that the murder/abuse of children is one of the most heinout crimes. Everyone wanted casey anthony's head on a stick for allegesly killing her own daughter. But when people like karen Mccarron murder/abuse their autistic kids everyone showers them with asspats and sympathy and make 1001 excuses for them. Ive met ppl irl who felt that parents who kill their autistic kids should get a slap on the wrist b/c "They snapped under a heavy burden "

Parenthood is inherently a burden? Like, yes, having kids can be a joy and whatever, but being a parent is hard. And if you’re not prepared to have an autistic child or a gay child or a child that in any way deviates from “normal,” you shouldn’t be a parent. Like, how is this at all a justification????

-Kyoung

anonymous asked:

foxglove and carnation??

foxglove: name three facts about your family?

i’ve got a hugeee family!, im chinese/viet but my family is mostly viet and not by blood but im related to the ceo of motts applesauce how bangin is that?? 😂😂 (ive only met his kids tho!)

carnation: if I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

probably jon bellion (who ill see soon!) or coldplay haha

send me a flower!!

waltdisneysanimationstudio  asked:

all of the squad's signs & saturn :)

aries: what are you passionate about?
rn? just raúl. + raúl related things like barba in lingerie

cancer: if you could choose your child’s zodiac sign, what would it be?
honestly gemini like can u trust em? no but ive never met one i didnt like and kids should be good at lying 

virgo: what’s your #1 pet peeve?
when something normal happens and my Irrational Fucking Brain rubs its goblin hands together

libra: describe your dream partner.
someone i can share interests with + who likes wearing lingerie like thats where im at rn

aquarius: do you believe in aliens?
FUCK yeah @ all aliens this is an invitation to probe me behind a laser tag arena

saturn: what’s your biggest fear?
failure :)

(send me astrology asks)

bandicoot  asked:

🏆🐻🎀🍸

🏆: i act like im not competitive but it hurts me when i dont do the best on something sjdksm for example typing speed? not a competition but when ppl tell me they type at 200 wpm i wanna do typing tests until i get 300… for another example reading speed my sister reads literally all the time shes reading every minute of the day djskdm so shes faster than me and it hurts me when im reading something and she finishes faster than me like signs at a tourist place … those are both speed based djskdm but im like that about everything even if i say im ok losing

🐻: wild animal… otters sjdmsm no reason except i love them and theyre cute and soft

🎀: i LOVE cute things … something cute i have? heartless plushie my friend gave me once… i have a nice bra djsmdm its red and pretty… cutest person ive met? my friend jams hes like a little kid but with a nice face… also my friend janisayra idk her well anymore but she was always so funny sweet and shes really pretty

🍸: ya i kind of do dksmxnsm since yesterday i walked up 30 flights of stairs my legs still ache… lucky for me tomorrow is 1 of my days off im thinking abt trying to bake cinnamon rolls but i dont think i can it seems hard and idk if i have enough cinnamon… when i take the day off (tuesdays fridays and sundays for everyone who wants to hang out with me 😉 sjskdn) i usually just work on whatever craft project i have going on unless i have plans… i like going out to new places when i have a free day like i went to santa cruz, sf moma, japantown in sf, fancy malls and areas in my city, etc over free days this summer so far and i love doing stuff like that i feel a lot less depressed when im experiencing things

Baby Making (A Harry Styles One Shot) **REQUESTED**

ilyharryhmu asked:

can you do one where harry first tells you that he wants to start a family? (: (my name is j'den, but idc you can just put y/n !)

So ive decided to just do Y/N J’den just because a lot of people prefer it, if that’s okay with you? I hope you like it, and sorry its late

WARNING; MAJOR DETAILED SMUT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 13+

WORD COUNT: 2,135


Harry’s P.O.V

Having the type of profession that contains a lot of flying, touring, and being on the spotlight can affect your personal life. I thought that would have happened to me, but no. I have met this amazing girl that has loved me for me since day one and hasn’t left my side no matter what the tabloids would say, and that girl, damn, she is too good for me, yet she is still with me. I don’t know how I found her, but im glad to say that she is my wife.

Me and the lads were flying home from the first leg of the On The Road Again tour, and to be honest im so excited to be coming home. Y/N couldn’t come with us due to her job at home, so of course I wouldn’t expect her to come with us, but I wanted her here with me making new memories. Having such a long flight home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I haven’t seen her in two months, I have missed her more than I could imagine, and knowing that im one step closer to her makes my palms sweat. Finally the plane finally landed safely at Heathrow Airport, so I grabbed my bag and went straight out into the RV to drive me home. But I wish it was that simple. Paps really are annoying, ive been on a plane for over 11 hours and im not the most attractive when I get off jet-lagged and tired, but I don’t care im just glad im home.

My driver Shaun drove me to our house that we shared, also helping me with the paps that are standing outside it, damn sometimes I feel sorry for those annoying assholes. I was making my way into the driveway, thanking Shaun for the help, and I walked to the front door, but it was locked. So I put my keys into the lock, automatically swinging the door open. “Y/N baby, im home” I threw my luggage beside the plant near the door and closed it, locking it securely. You never know who is roaming around here, im always scared for her but she insists that she doesn’t wanna stay anywhere else apart from here. I walked into the kitchen getting a bottle of water, and I made my way around into the living area, and she was nowhere to be found. I suddenly heard footsteps coming from the staircase, so I walked around the corner to find her running down the stairs in style. My god she is beautiful. “Harry” She jumped right into my arms blissfully and securely. I wrapped my arms around her waist as her legs found their way around me. Her hands locked into my hair as she crest my curls tightly, giving me goose bumps throughout. She was the only one that could make me feel like this. “Harry I missed you so much” She mumbled into my neck as she kissed it. Her legs let go of my waist as she slid down to stand parallel to me. “I missed you too baby, so much” I slowly kissed her longing lips softly, as my hands felt around her small waist, honestly making me hard. Not having Y/N here not only took a tole on me emotionally, but physically too. We haven’t had sex since the day before I left for Australia, and that was a night to remember defiantly. My hand could never compare to the pleasure that she gives me, never in a million years. “How are you feeling?” She asked me once she slipped her lips off of mine. “Better now that im home, but im kinda sad that a part of the tour is already over” She held my hands as I spoke, and her eyes looking deeply into mine. I wish we could have children with her eyes, that would be mesmerising. Ive been thinking about having kids with Y/N since I met her, I just knew she was the one. Now that we are married, I wanna take it to the next level, but ive been scared to talk to her about it, but right now, timing could not be better.

“I know but you have so much more to come, you should be excited” She smiled up at me as she took my bags from the floor. “I know I know, hey let me take them” “Harry its okay, you’ve had a long flight. The last thing you wanna do is unpack” She started walking up the stairs with my bag to the bedroom, also me following her. “I love you” I stated as she dropped the bag on the bed and turned around to face me. Her cheeks started going a soft red colour and I know that she loves it. “I love you” She repeated, giving me a more intimate kiss, but still quick enough to pull away. “Y/N, I wanna talk to you about something” Her head struck up to meet mine, her expression confusing. “Sure honey what’s up” She then turned to my bag and took out one of my sheer shirts, and began folding it. I walked closer to her and removed the shirt from her hands, and made her look at me. “I love you so much and im so happy that you’re my wife” “Aw Harry I s-” “Sorry, love I’m not finished” Her eyes looked right into mine, really feeling confused” “Look Y/N, I feel like it’s the time in our relationship to think about, you know, having a family. Is that something that you’ve thought about?” Her face was emotionless. She is hard to read when she is thinking and that terrifies me. Her mouth turned upwards to a tiny smile, looking back at me. “Harry of course its something that I think about, its never off of my mind actually, more recently.” “So do you wanna start trying?” “But Harry your tour is going great right now and I don’t wanna be pregnant and you being gone most of the time” “Baby you will always be with me, ill make sure of that. I don’t want you to do this alone, believe me. I love you so much and I think the time is right. I don’t care about the tour, it can wait. All I want right now is you. You are my family” Her lips pushed against mine with force, with so much passion, god I love her so much. My hands went straight to her hips as she kissed me, instantly making me hard once again. I slowly pushed her to the bed as she started to unbutton my shirt, not that they’re was much to unbutton anyway, but she did. Memories came flushing back to the time where I fucked her in her office, and she rode me in my dressing room, ignighting my imagination as to what I wanna do to her right now. Her hands ran up my bare chest slowly as we slowly kissed, my tongue domineering hers in the passionate kiss. Her small hands rode up to my shoulders, and she slowly pushed the shirt down my shoulders to the floor, where it looked best in her eyes. Her lips detached from mine as she looked into my orbs. “Im ready Harry, I wanna start trying for a baby” I cant believe it, were gonna be parents. “I love you so fucking much” My lips went straight to hers again, only quicker. My hands moved to her jeans, unbuttoned them, and moved to remove her shirt, exposing her bra to me. My favourite bra. She released her lips from mine once again, only to remove her jeans from her legs quicker. So I took that to my advantage and removed my jeans and shoes in record time.

She slowly lay on our bed with her black lace bra and thong on, and her hands slowly going into her hair massaging it. “Your so fucking sexy baby” Im going to cum in my boxers just by looking at her, so fuckable. “Come here, fuck me Daddy” she commanded, biting her lip doing so. Fuck she knows how I love her calling me Daddy, so fucking hot. I lay on top of her warm body kissing the valley of her breasts straight away, and her legs wrapped around my lower back, helping me press my rock hard dick onto her slick sex. Her moans filled the room as I rolled my hips along her covered core as I ate around her boobs. Her moans would make me cum in a second. “Baby your so hard for me, have you not been taking care of yourself?” I looked straight up to her flushed face, taking in her appearance. “My hand doesn’t work as good as your pussy baby, so tight” I went back up to her lips, kissing hard as my hips rocked into her covered sex equally as hard. I let go of her lips as I felt her cold hands run down my thighs, taking off my boxers. Now knowing that we no longer need use of a condom, and just feeling skin on skin, made my dick twitch, I cant wait much longer. As my boxers slid to the floor I hook my fingers around her thong, slowly moving it down her legs to the floor. Doing so, seeing he we stain in her knickers was defiantly making my dick even harder if that was even possible. I push my cock right to her entrance, just one small movement I will be inside of her, finally. “Harry please, no teasing, please” “That’s it baby tell me what you want” I grabbed my dick from the base, pumping it slowly as I rocked my head over her bundle of nerves. “Tell me, what do you want” Her eyes watching what I was doing to her, releasing a low moan within her. “Your cock Harry, your big juicy cock inside me, please Daddy” My hands help my head go inside of her, slowly going deeper, as deep as I possibly could go. I cant get over how fucking warm and soft she is without a barrier of a condom, she’s so tight. I groan loud as she tightens her walls around me, helping my pre-cum squeeze out. Her screams motivate me to do deeper and harder, smashing her walls to perfection. I lift myself with my arms to help me stretch as high as I could, just so I could watch myself slide in and out of her slick pussy, so perfect.

I continue to move harder until I start to feel the burning at the pit of my stomach, damn ima cum quicker than I wanted to. “Baby I’m guna cum so hard right now, you ready? You ready to take my cum like a good girl, take me” I mumbled into her ear, making her squirm from under me. “C’mon Daddy, cum inside me baby, fill me up big boy” Her legs grew tighter to my lower back, making me go deeper inside of her. After my three or four loads of cum shot out of my cock, I started to feel Y/N clench around me. My thrusts increased until I felt my cock hit her spongy centre I was looking for but I got lost in my own pleasure. Once I hit her g-spot she screamed into my ear, making me want to make her cum by that spot. By hitting that a few more times her pussy sucked my cock dry through her orgasm. I made sure that she was done by thrusting inside her a few more times, also making me cum again, squirting my load once more inside of her. I slowly pulled out of her, and our mixed juices started oozing out of her hole. Damn that’s so hot. I went down to lick her clean, and then came up and lay next to her in pure ecstasy. “I hope we made a baby tonight” She breathed next to me as her head nested into the crook of my neck. “Wanna try and increase our chances?” I mumbled into her ear, I could go all night with her. I’ve got two months worth of cum waiting for her. “ I could go all night” She answered, coming over and straddling my hips.