𝙈𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 ~ ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴀᴍᴀᴊɪᴋɪ

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"so what's this?" he asked pulling out some of your lingerie. how did you put them directly on top?! literally everything was going fine.

you sat there with your mouth open hoping for words to come out. "who did you wear these for?!" he asked stretching them out to get a better look. they were your favorite black lace bottoms with a pretty garter belt. no one has ever seen it you just wore it because it made you feel pretty.

you fell onto the bed forgetting your whole thought process. "y/n?!" he asked snapping you out of your trance. the two of you stared at each other in silence. "i asked you a question." he said in a quiet possessive voice. the sudden change caught you off guard but it definitely turned you on. almost like he cared about something.

"why does it matter?" you said feeling a little confident. before you could blink again he was standing in front of you. you could feel his enraged breath on your forehead as he stood there waiting for you to look up.

"because i wanna feel special." he said with an innocent smile. you grew even more confused as you felt his lips press against yours. of course no one else has been in your room. not even another girl. so he's beyond special. but would you ever tell him that? no ma'am

mentally you were thanking your mom for forcing you to go on the pill. but all you could wonder 'is this how i want to remember my first time in college?'

stuck in your inner thoughts while making out with him, you felt him pick you up by your armpits and push you to the middle of the bed. god this was a lot for you to take in right now. for one, how do you communicate that you just wanna do oral while you're all hot and bothered.

fuck y/n get out of your head and do what you gonna do

feeling how hard he was through his pants only made things worse. he grinded against your thigh as he moved to your ear. hearing his slight whimpers and groans made you subconsciously moan yourself. "so pretty" he whispered in your ear trying to catch his breath.

"i wanna be inside that pretty little mouth-" he prompt himself up with one arm putting his thumb against your bottom lip. "-but first i wanna hear the sounds you can make." he finished his sinful sentence leaving you speechless.

his cold hands wondered your body. all you wanted was his touch against your bare skin. you've never been so irritated at the sight of clothes. itching to get them off you tugged at the lip of his pants hoping he would get the memo. and he sure as hell did.

he kissed your neck before lifting your sweatshirt off of you. excited to see the rest of your chest he undid your bra without breaking a kiss. stepping back to look at what he already did to you, you could see the excitement in his eyes. and it had the same effect on you.

your tights were ripped off of you leaving you relieved. but instead of touching you, he laid on the bed next you. "can you sit here for me?" he said pointing at his mouth. you got up with no hesitation you were beyond your breaking point. he wrapped his arm around your thigh in order to do circles around your clit. "please-" he already had you begging and he didn't even put his tongue on you yet.

his mouth was magical. you couldn't remember what happened from start to finish but you can remember how it made you feel. there was no way head was supposed to feel that good. this has to be why he doesn't speak in public. moans escaping your body every second could make you shake.

"fuck please-" you tapped out against his chest feeling his bulge throb underneath you. "you wanna be in my mouth huh?" you asked looking back unwrapping him like a present. "if you wouldn't min-" he started to say before you began stroking him mid sentence.

you ran a finger down his slit to his base before entering your mouth. seeing him twitch made you even more excited. you couldn't go slow to start, you went all the way to the base with your hand griping every moment. feeling confident you realized he had you in an intense 69. the two of you went back and forth giving everything you could. neither of you could last another second, getting tense and loud.

huffing and puffing you laid next to him as his eyes began to look hooded. "let's shower in the morning." you said grabbing a blanket and turning over. feeling his arms wrapping around you like a baby,

"i can get used to this roomie."