Novel & Cerita Timmy X Vicky Fanfic

Ryan Sikandar POV I got up in the morning by a call from my friend "Vicky". Vicky " get up bro its already 1pm. We have a party tonight have you forgot about that?" Ryan "Yeah! Just now! Slept late last night" Vicky "Slept late in the night or in the morning?" He was laughing Ryan "You know me. " Vicky "So finally you succeeded bringing her there!" Ryan "No it wasn't her. Its a girl from the party. Remember? The one in blue dress?"

"You didn't go limp because of me, Vick. You went limp because your head is completely fucked up. You think I haven't heard the whispers? The entire campus is talking about how the elite military guard dragged you across the quadrangle today. They said you got dogwalked by that new Omega lecturer. What's her name? Professor Samirah?" The moment the name left my lips, Vickerry’s entire body visibly stiffened. "Keep her name out of your mouth," he whispered, a thread of genuine, terrifying menace running through his voice. "Oh, bloody hell," I gasped. I took a step back, my eyes widening as the puzzle pieces fell perfectly into place. "It is her. You were screaming her name when you shoved me

'So what if Tyler has a past?' thought Vicky. 'Everyone does, but the past is the past. No matter what, it’s enough that he wants to start over with me, not over some song played on a piano.' ... Time flew, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. Tyler and Vicky grew closer as time went by after they became intimate, and it even began to feel like they were in a honeymoon phase. On the weekend, the two sat in a restaurant and as soon as they finished ordering, Tyler's phone rang.

When the intensity finally eased, we stayed joined, breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together. Vicky kissed me slowly. “You’re so fucking good at taking cock,” she murmured against my lips. “Next time I’m going to strap it on and fuck you until you can’t walk.” I clenched around the toy at her words, making us both gasp. She laughed softly. “Already hungry for more?” I nodded, shameless. “Good girl,” she whispered, and rolled us so I was on my back, the dildo still buried deep inside both of us. She started moving again,in slow, teasing rolls of her hips.

I then filled him in on everything that had happened today. I got into the car, and the bodyguards handed me a warm towel and some water. Maxwell's phone suddenly buzzed. He tapped into the notification and chuckled coldly. "This idiot still dared to send me a dm," Maxwell said, tossing his phone onto my lap. The screen showed Cornell's private message he'd sent to Maxwell's official Instagram account. "Max! I've been a diehard fan of yours for ten years! And today, I brought the person I love the most to watch your performance in the VIP first row! She even twisted her ankle for you!