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I never wanted this to happen.
Pale fingers pushed back sweaty fringe. Techno colored lights pulsed, mimicking the beat of my heart. Bodies pressed in from every side. He looked like he’d never been mine.
I swear I didn’t.
Moonlight shone on freckles that weren’t there when we were nineteen. Swollen lips twisted into something akin to a grin. I drug my teeth across his exposed collarbone. It was ecstasy.
I wanted to tell you, Gin.
I ordered waffles. He ordered eggs benedict. We started spending Thursday afternoons at the Tate. Suddenly I was simultaneously the best and the worst version of myself.
I just didn’t know how.
The Hyde Park flat had too much space and too many expectations. He finally looked like mine, but the ring hidden in my bag reminded me I was still yours.
But it’s over now.
“You never left her,” the words should have dripped venom, but his voice was too cold for even that. I flinched when he threw the paper at me. He flinched when I reached out for him.
Really it is.
He didn’t say a word while he packed. Magic whipped around me, wrenching books from shelves and clothes from hangers. Our photos flared to ash in their frames. The silence was loud enough to hear my heart break.
It’s over now.
He didn’t look back, but I never stopped. I replay those months over and over. I know I messed up, but I’d give anything to fix it all.
I won’t see him again.
Lawyers divided up the flat, the art, what should’ve been our future. My owls returned unanswered. He’s in the wind and I’m just something he left behind.
I never wanted this to happen, but now that it has, I can’t pretend it didn’t.
ME TOO THEIR PERFORMANCE WAS SO GOOD
I LOVE BANGTAN SO MUCH
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Whenever I think of Curtwen slow dancing this is the song I think about specifically the beginning idk it tickles my brain and I need them to dance
Closer Look: Boyfriend Chanyeol
Captivated: The feature that captivated him from the start was your smile. He has seen many pretty girls in his life due to his career, but he’s never met someone who could laugh from their heart like you did. Some people are pretty because of their features, but you’re beautiful because your genuineness shows on your face through your smile. That’s why he’s always grinning and trying to make you laugh because of how beautiful it is and brings him back to the time when he first fell for you.
Hate: Chanyeol hates yelling and being yelled at because of his soft-hearted, sensitive nature. Being scolded loudly by you would be the worst feeling in the world to him. That’s why you always control your tone and temper even when you’re upset with him because his kicked puppy look could make anyone feel guilty. The only situation that he would raise his voice at you is if you ever put yourself in extreme danger. His concern for you would override his control because of how much he cares for you. But he’ll always apologize in the end after lecturing you about being safe.
Affection: Similar to the rest of the beagle line, Chanyeol loves showing and receiving affection. Like an actual puppy, he’ll sulk if you ignore him. Resisting his big doe eyes and sad pout would be the hardest thing in the world. Of course, there are times when you have to draw the line and tell him that you need some alone time. During those times, he’ll probably bother Kyungsoo or Chen until they get annoyed and drag him back to you. One look at your softie boyfriend, and you can’t stop showering him with love and vice versa.
Nasty: His greatest worry would be accidentally crushing or smothering you with his large stature. During the first time, Chanyeol was so careful with you that you felt like a porcelain doll. After convincing him that he’s not going to hurt you, the atmosphere would be much more lively and playful. Still, he would be very gentle with you and could never go rough. In fact the one time that you persuaded him to try a little bit of BDSM and he spanked you, Chanyeol almost bursted into tears on the spot. After that, the two of you turned to different foreplays, positions, and places whenever there’s the need to spice up the sex life.
Yearning: His greatest wish in a relationship would be to adopt every animal in the nearby vicinity with you. Dates to the zoo, pet shop, petting zoo would be very frequent since he’s such a fervent animal lover. If you’re not the fondest of animals, then he would start small and adopt a kitten or puppy and make you fall in love with their cuteness. But honestly, sometimes you can’t tell if it’s the kitty or Chanyeol that’s more adorable. Raising a family of animals with you has been his life-long dream.
Encouragement: As part of his very positive personality, Chanyeol is extremely encouraging when it comes to your dreams. Since he’s multi-talented in music with skills in various instruments, he’d want to teach you how to play an instrument if you didn’t know one already. Imagine his large hands enveloping yours to move your fingers along the strings or keys while his deep voice gave instructions. Also, he’s the type to incorporate fun potential hobbies into dates such as bowling, karaoke, or baking. If you have something that you have a genuine passion for, Chanyeol would make it his duty as the best boyfriend to learn and share this interest of yours.
Overprotective: Even though Chanyeol is the sweetest person, his giant stature and deep voice can come across as intimidating to people who don’t know him. This helps keep unwanted attention and weirdos away from you which you’re grateful for. He would be the type to be jealous if you spend a lot of time alone with other guys. As long as you prioritize him over them, he would understand that it’s only friendship, and he’ll probably become friends with them. Also, if he hears anyone bad-mouthing you, he’d immediately glare at the person until they shut up. There’s no way he would allow people to insult you.
Loyalty: Once he falls for someone, that’s the only person he can see. He’s so blind that he can’t even tell that other girls are flirting with him because you’re the only girl for him. It’s almost hilarious to watch how clueless he is about the interest he receives from other girls. Cheating is not remotely possible from either side because Chanyeol is one hundred percent dedicated to you, and why would you ever consider another man when you’re dating Chanyeol?
Kai || Xiumin || Chen || Baekhyun || Chanyeol || Sehun || Lay || Suho || D.O.||
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Requested by @noona-clock , @alexis-harsgreaves , and anons. After the boyfriend series, I’m thinking of doing a purely smut version ;)
I C E P R I N C E S S 11
Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky
Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS
Summary:
Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.
The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.
As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.
Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.
Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.
Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.
M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES
Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.
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A/n: The chapter you’ve been waiting for. Smut ahead. Reminder that everyone is 18 or older and consenting adults. :)
The Cabin
The day had started a little awkwardly. Everyone had to find their rooms and unpack. Sam and Bucky were rooming together, Matt and Steve, you and Sharon, and Carol was with Monica. There was a spare room for if your friend Nat decided to arrive tomorrow.
You had spoken to Bucky only briefly, he’d been acting awkward since Steve showed up. He was always so chatty but now with everyone around, it was like he reverted to not speaking as much.
But you don’t miss his eyes the way they stay with yours.
Now the popcorn was popped, and the pizza was baked. Closing in a eight pm, the lights were off and the fire in the fire place was blazing. Your eyes would meet across the circle as everyone talked to each other.
At one point, you decided to go into the kitchen for a can of soda when you heard footsteps behind you.
You turned around and the blue-green eyed boy smiled at you.
“Hey.” He says.
“Hey, Steve.”
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𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.
✶ yingxing x gn. reader — wc. 4.1k
summary. existence draws a divide between that of mortals and those blessed with eternity, yet he cannot help but be enamoured by you; consuming his thoughts, his dreams, allowing you to lead his mortal soul to ruin. as for a lifetime do you remain far from his reach, shrouded by legend — and all he can do is carve your name into memory.
notes. rewrite of an old oneshot lol shoutout to my friend nova for helping me with this ily 😘
Your name echoes throughout the Xianzhou, heard everywhere — seen everywhere Yingxing steps foot.
For you dance across his mind in a way that’s almost taunting, your movements as elegant as the sword you brandish, yet as swift and fleeting as the cool breeze that blows through the windows of his workshop. It’s a gentle momentary caress across his face, a sense of almost grasping something so incorporeal, so impossible.
It’s a distraction from the purpose that occupies his thoughts, the one that tears and slowly chips away at everything he is, as sweat pours from his brow and his body shakes with exertion, swinging the hammer in his hands.
The sound of it rings against red-hot iron in a repeated motion, a crude jarring noise that sends tremors up his arm and leaves him gritting his teeth. But his eyes remain unfaltering, focused wholly on tempering the steel atop an elegant staff, wrought from the finest materials he had managed to get his hands on.
Because there remains burning irresolutely, that innate desire of his, the one that strives to be the best, and furthermore, when it comes to the subject that is you.
He thinks of you, each time it meets the metal.
He thinks of you, as he carves your name along it, and each time the tool slips from his grasp and slices apart the palm of his hand, spilling crimson blood — it’s the the same colour of the ribbon in your hair blowing in the wind, as a smile graces your lips beneath skies painted with aureate clouds.
It ripples behind you like a blazing trail of scarlet across his memories, whilst silver gleams in your hands in an almost brilliant reflection of the moon itself, crossing blades with him beneath the light of the setting sun, sweeping him up in this mesmerising dance of yours.
You’ve left him utterly entranced by your very existence, so much that he hardly notices it when you knock him off his feet, for even that fall is graceful by your doing.
However, his defeat doesn’t surprise him. Because who was he to compare to the likes of you after all? You’re the greatest swordmaster the alliance has seen in centuries, a living legend amongst those who gaze upon your image in equal fascination.
Against you, his existence is almost pitiful, reducible to a mere mortal with a bare scrap of talent in the art of craftsmanship. He’s forgotten easily, a human who presumes to walk amongst gods, a faint, fleeting existence amid the illustrious and divine.
Even at the end of your dance, when you’re smiling, beaming with the radiance of the sun itself — it’s never at him who lingers in your shadow. Your attention drifts elsewhere quickly, endlessly seeking records beyond the sky, enraptured by clouds and moonlight whilst he’s left to grasp at the fading trail of stardust you’ve left in your wake.
His eyes forever remain fixated upon your back. It’s the only thing he can behold, yourself turned to greater things. For something far more brilliant catches your own eyes.
He sees the way your eyes brighten at the sight of the Vidyadhara high elder who approaches, dark hair swaying in the breeze and piercing green irises that glisten like emeralds. You greet him like an old friend, slinging your arm around his shoulders, embracing him whilst Yingxing watches from afar.
Deep down, he knows he cannot blame him for holding your attention. Those slender, unblemished hands fit perfectly in your own divinely wrought ones — their complexion is far from his own which remain calloused and marked with faded scars. They’re imperfect, etched from the flawed creation that is mortality. He should not behold you with them.
It’s incomparable.
There are no greater existences than the ones that stand before him, when both of you seem to glow with that ethereal grace, an almost timelessness to your figures, eternal and everlasting.
And the high elder is brilliant in his own right, he’s created to be that way and nothing less, unlike the mortal craftsman who can only hold the desire to reach such heights. For in the end, as one casts their eyes to the sky, a faintly flickering star would not outshine the moon itself, no matter how brightly it burns.
But why does he still desire to burn?
Your bright figure drifts away before his eyes, further out of his grasp, as you have always been. It should kill the fire which flickers in his heart, swallowed by a void he cannot fill. You’re destined to lead great lives, its possibilities stretched before you — in fact, you shouldn’t need to spare a glance back at him.
But when you do, all it does is make him unable to move on, allowing himself to be caught up in the struggles that tether you to him once more. Because when words leave your mouth, even if it’s spun about your own woes, he’s entranced again. And the one you speak of, he knows in an almost bittersweet manner, similarly mirrored in the grim look the high elder casts his way.
It echoes a hopelessness, pokes the fire that had once been left to die, reigniting the part of him that cannot stand the pridefulness of the long-lived, tearing at him to be better.
Yingxing thinks, had he been the one blessed, he would be the one able to stand by your side, to reciprocate the feelings you hold for another. For you who is perfect in his eyes, is it not expected that you too are deserving of perfection? He would lay the world at your feet had you asked it of him.
But alas, he’s always been doomed to walk a separate path, whilst watching the greatest ones split.
He’s heard both confessions beneath the light of two moons, upon two tranquil nights.
From he who parted the sea, forged the seal of the ambrosial arbour, master of the cloudhymn art, a being equally as great as you, upheld by glory and legend — he sheds this title, this facade, before his oldest friend. His emerald eyes are clouded with a pained sorrow, his wearied emotions bared before him, as he speaks the truth upon his mind.
“I cannot love them, Yingxing. No more than any other friend.”
The high elder is not blind to your affections. But as brilliant as you are, he does not hold the same freedom as you to love. He is still the high elder of the Vidyadhara, and to him, love is nothing more than another shackle against the one that is his duty. To share in the company of lesser beings and mortals was already loath enough, in the eyes of immutable laws the preceptors hold so dear.
He admits wistfully, that he envies him, for being able to be so free — to roam the world, to speak his mind, to feel.
But Yingxing envies him, for being everything he could never be, and the object of all your attention. He doesn’t know the burden that is mortal emotion, nor the stinging pain that is love.
Because loving you hurts.
In all your greatness, you are clueless to love. Immortal beings like you do not grasp such emotions easily, brimming on an uncertainty you look to him to right. For he’s the most human out of the three of you, and the only one who could possibly understand. But he breaks, and he burns the easiest — the downfall that comes of feeling the way he does.
But you don’t know that. You continue to speak so highly of him, voice laced with awe, as you recount the events of your day to the craftsman. You describe the strange feeling that seems to blossom in your chest, and Yingxing wants to hate how you even do that beautifully, with sparkling eyes and a small smile gracing your lips.
Your love is like a gentle breeze blowing amid iridescent blooms of spring, bathed with the splendour of golden sunlight. You ask him, what flowers does the high elder like, what his favourite colour is — all the questions he wants to ask you. But he’ll never truly bask in such light, to know you in such a way.
Not when he hears you say that you think you love him.
Your words are uttered with innocent wonder, and there should be nothing more beautiful — yet they cut him in a place you don’t see, driving beneath flesh, aimed straight for his heart.
He clutches its bleeding, broken remains as you whisper of the joys of love, unburdened by the other side of it he himself is weighed down by — each utterance is like a knife digging deeper into those wounds. He can still hear Dan Feng’s words echoing in his mind, ringing in his ears, clinging to his figure like a vengeful ghost that threatens to tear him apart, to push its way past his lips.
Yet he can’t bring himself to speak this truth that has cleaved his heart in two, to dim the light that is you in his eyes. He swallows the feeling, turning away, retreating into himself, throwing all thoughts of you into his craft — the only thing he knows that remains unchanging amid the turmoil that overturns and divides his heart.
He trusts in these sheets of steel, for they do not speak of the woes that are love, able to be formed and shaped to his will, curbing his feelings. Yingxing grasps it in his hands with certainty, unlike your own faint love.
He loses himself within it, hammer ringing against metal, whittling away at the greatest pride of his fickle existence, eyes watering and blurring against the sweat that drips from his brow. He only pauses to breathe — that’s if he remembers, time trickling by him, day bleeding into night, and night fading to dawn.
And beneath its soft rays resplendent of you, does his first project form before his eyes, an exquisite bow carved in the shape of a crescent moon, your name engraved upon its edge. He ignores the wooden splinters that dig in his hands, continuing forth, the same hands forming a silver dagger that seems to reflect the light of the moon, a crown of golden laurels, a fine necklace encrusted with jewels — day in day out.
The sun is hanging high in the sky now, casting its brilliance upon the world, yet he continues to languish in its shadow. There’s a stinging pain that spreads across his hands, blistered in pink and red, but any pain is better than the one that sits heavy within him — the one that comes when he thinks of you, standing beneath such light.
All he sees is the longing you hold in your gaze, looking out at the waters of the distant sea, the light dancing across its surface reflected in your own eyes. A sigh escapes your lips as you rest your head against his shoulder, poised to utter some sentiment.
And you’re speaking of him again, of the one who doesn't love you more than a friend, whilst the one who truly does, bears witness to this. You speak of his green eyes, how you adore the colour, whilst the craftsman looks at his own cerulean irises in the water’s reflection.
(They burn with blue fire, effervescent in its own destructive way — but alas, it is the soothing gentleness of water you crave, the one which snuffs out such fires.)
A singular droplet falls down into it, casting a small, unnoticeable ripple.
His vision grows blind with this green.
He sees it everywhere, crushes it in his hands, reforming it so it will remain unforgettable by his craft, his touch — the closest he’ll ever be to you.
For Yingxing can create perfection, but he himself cannot be — the tortured poet amid pure artistry. And he mourns this, as he wipes his brow, stepping back to take in the completion of another weapon, a jade staff tipped with glistening silver, and behind the etchings of your name, lies every fragmented emotion of his heart carved onto this.
It's a weapon made for the only divine thing he’s ever believed in — you.
Yet the exalted feeling is only momentary, followed by the reminder of his mortal limitations, as it all comes crashing down again. His shoulders seem to sag, a fresh wave of exhaustion washing over him, staggering backwards, slamming a hand on the crafting bench behind him to brace himself.
A part of him wonders, how much time has he spent? The clock on the wall has stopped ticking, its hands paused on its final moments. The sky outside is painted with overcast grey, with neither the sun or moon in sight.
It’s deathly silent, the corners of his workshop a hollowed abyss he stares into, when left with nothing but his own thoughts and the heaviness that lies in his heart.
Only momentarily, is it broken by the sound of a knock on the door.
But even that is muffled — he hardly hears it, unmoving.
But the knocking continues, more persistent.
He sighs.
“Yingxing?” Your voice floats from the entrance of his workshop, as if breathing life into him, rousing him from his trance, as he finally brings himself to raise his head.
It’s you.
It’s you.
You seem to haunt him at every waking hour, from your physical form, to the one that exists with the recesses of his mind. He thinks he’s imagining you, as you breeze through the doorway. You look so out of place, so bright and vibrant against the bleak backdrop that shrouds everything.
His traitorous eyes trace your form, outlined by the shadows that nip at the ivory draped over your body. White has always looked divine on you. He feels as if he is tainting such a pure colour with his corrupted eyes, defiling the fabric with fantasies of his parched lips and blemished hands being granted the chance to touch you, to hold you, to worship you.
His fingers twitch. How wonderful would it be to feel your skin beneath his callused digits, so unworthy to lay upon a being such as yourself? How wonderful would it be to have your eyes set on him for more than a lingering moment, allowing a starving soul like him a minute of satiation, a second of mercy to slake the desperate hunger he has just for an infinitesimal amount of you?
But you do not grant him that reprieve. You never have. Not even for the barest moment, when he’s grasped the silk that trails in your wake, graced by the smallest sliver of your presence — it slips through his fingers just as quickly as his hopes, dashed by the condemned words that spill from your lips.
You’re going to confess, pour out your heart, devote your soul — all for folly, your brilliance soon to be consumed and faded by this failed act.
As beneath the inscrutable gaze of the high elder, this visage of yours is fated to crack.
And a part of him knows he is responsible for this, withholding the truth from you, desperate to preserve this image of you.
You don’t know this. You continue to beam, asking to practise the lines you wish to say with him, reaching out your hand in divine offering, a promise of heaven that you paint before him. You’re regretfully innocent, clueless of the things that can be ripped from you, after having peered down from a pedestal all your life.
Yingxing wonders how quickly such dreams will collapse upon itself, stricken with the truths of reality. It’s a temporary illusion he too wants to believe, to indulge in — to savour that for a moment, the eyes you cast toward him are truly meant for him, and not the ghost of another, whose words will soon haunt both of you.
He hates himself for wanting to take your hand despite knowing this. He knows he doesn’t deserve to look into such light, to take that hand, to let you be defiled by his sin of mortal existence — even when every fibre of his being burns with such desire, tempted once more by this forbidden fruit, to indulge in something he knows he is unworthy of.
It takes everything in him to flinch away at your touch.
He feels it for a moment, a cold featherlight brush against his arm. But even that is enough to leave him yearning for more — more of what he cannot have.
Your countenance shifts just as quickly, the smile fading from your face. “Yingxing…?”
You’re frozen in place, cut off mid sentence by his sudden movement, hands still suspended in the air, your gaze slowly travelling down to his own hands where bandages peel away to reveal jagged half-healed cuts and the faded scars of old wounds — so unlike your unmarred, unblemished skin.
He’s the furthest thing from the perfection you dream of. And to think you dare ask him what’s wrong?
There are so many things Yingxing could say that are wrong. Loving you is wrong, he should not hold such feelings within his heart. It’s never been anything he could handle, daring to gaze upon the true forms of such celestial beings. A mortal like him should never have even formed such thoughts of you, to entertain you within such imperfection.
He must be punished by fate, cursed to obsess over such perfection nonetheless, to strive for it until it consumes him with the same fervour that is equal to destruction, wreaking judgement upon his flawed existence, leaving him nothing more than a shell that is infinitely more broken, scattered at your feet, his own fragilities laid bare.
How he wants to say that you’re throwing yourself down the wrong path, for the wrong person — but he stops himself. For he cannot accept you are the one flawed, to correct you, for does that not go against every construct that is the universe? He cannot defy heaven, and to defy you is to go against everything he believes, to move his very faith.
He can only shake his head, in what he prays is gentle inclination. “Don’t do this.”
Your eyes narrow. “What?”
“Don’t do this to yourself.” He repeats, quieter this time.
You don’t understand the words that are coming from his mouth. They’re contradictory, so unlike what you’ve previously heard. Uncertainty laces his voice, so unlike the self-assured image he had presented to you on countless occasions, brimming with confidence — there’s no playfulness in his tone, nor the usual wry smile across his lips.
That image cracks before your eyes, dying before you in this moment of solidarity. His hands tremble, wrapping around your exposed forearm, and your head snaps up, forced to meet his eyes, watery and bloodshot, looking back hopelessly at you.
It’s traitorous, everything from his outstretched hands to his words that now touch upon your figure, in defiance of everything he had once held himself to, grappling with fate. But you’re teetering on a crumbling precipice, prepared to plummet headfirst — you leave him no choice but to leap forward and catch you, to stop both your falls. He would rather you live, cursing him forever than to lose you to the same heartbreak.
Even now he’s waiting for judgement to rain down upon him, as he watches for your reaction. Yet you still don’t understand. You don’t presume to even try.
“You must be tired. You can’t be thinking straight—”
“No.”
His pupils seem to dilate in response. It’s a blatant lie, as your gaze flickers from the bags under his eyes, to the way his hand shakes despite the grip upon you. His chest rises and falls, as if he’s struggling for words, a single utterance having left him breathless.
“Yingxing, listen to me.” You try to dissuade him, trying to pry your arm out from his grasp, which only seems to tighten, his nails digging into your skin as he drags you closer to him, your arm pressed against his chest, your foreheads practically touching.
You can hear his shallow breaths, and the rapid thumping of his heart against your own. A bitter, broken laugh escapes his lips moments later.
“Listen? What is there to listen to? You’re in love with him, I know.”
It’s a hollow admission, one you both know with an unfortunate certainty.
You’ve uttered such a fact in front of him multiple times, and he’s heard it the same amount of times. Despite the ache in his heart, he’s not blind. He can see the truth with piercing clarity before his eyes — there’s no denying the way you look at him is far different from another.
Because who was he in your eyes? He could compose a thousand eulogies on your very existence, your histories long and unforgettable. But to you, to every immortal being, whose lifetimes span a hundredfold of his own, he is someone easily forgotten and felled — even now, you’re looking at him like that, as if you pity him.
He’s incomparable to the high elder you profusely love, incomparable to you.
“So why—”
“Why…?” He echoes vacantly. “You wish to know why?”
Yingxing wants to laugh at the irony of it all. How many times has he asked that question to himself, wondering why he is drawn to such brilliance, and the desire to hold it in his hand? He knows he should not behold you in such a way, his fingers twisted around a strand of your hair, transfixed by the divine being that looks up at him so hopelessly.
But he is. He’s touching you, cradling your face as he had once dreamed, the feeling of your skin the fulfilment his rough fingers crave to grasp. Even now, you invite temptation — a part of him craves more, rearing its ugly head from being denied time and time again.
Your eyes flutter shut.
He thinks, white truly looks divine on you.
But as he leans closer, lips hovering dangerously close to your own, he sees the parts of you stained by his touch, grasped by his blackened fingers, painted with the colour of smoke and the dust that is his own hopes, snatched away by the breeze that had accompanied your presence before him.
He’s stained your cheek too, a marking of black charcoal smudged across the perfectly smooth porcelain, bled from his own hands that have greedily laid themselves upon you, in the lingering moment of almost human vulnerability you had granted him. Do you know it’s inescapable, etched into the very markings of his nature, this inclination toward sin?
He should not defile you any further — but his lips have already brushed against yours, however briefly. It’s long enough for realisation to dawn.
He lurches back at this realisation.
It takes both of you a second to come to your senses, he’s still leaning over your figure — eyes wide in horror, while you stare back at him equally dumbfounded. Neither of you can comprehend what it is he’s done.
He speaks first.
“I’m sorry.” He manages to get out, straightening himself up again, already turning away. It takes everything in him to not look back at you. He doesn’t know if he can stomach it, to see your reaction.
“Yingxing—” This time it is you reaching for him, but he’s gone before you can stop him, his figure retreating out of the door without so much of a noise, dissipating like smoke before your outstretched hands.
“Yingxing!” You call his name out again, but you know he can’t hear you.
You make an attempt to follow him a moment later, but your head is still spinning from the rush of the moment, there’s uncertainty in everything you do.
You don’t even know where you’re going. You’re stumbling over your own two feet in your desperation to follow after him, any other thoughts having left your mind.
You grasp onto a nearby table as if to steady yourself, cursing a stray object you’ve tripped yourself on, eyes swivelling around the interior of the workshop — from the door to the bench you had just been standing by.
But your eyes suddenly catch upon the weapons and intricate creations strewn across the tabletop. They’re unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, each of them more beautiful than the next, the metal glistening brightly in the light.
There’s no doubt of their creator.
Still, you think of the cost all this must be worth. You wonder who this is all for.
But you get your answer just as quickly, as you turn over the jade spear you had just picked up.
They’re all inscribed with your name.
loser! wonwoo
genre; nsfw, some fluff, mdni <3 | tw; oral, (f. receiving), outdoor sex (but not public), unprotected sex (don't do this), he's such a loser, masturbating (m.) | a/n; no wonwoo fic is complete without some nasty pussy-eating. 😌
loser! wonwoo who, as you guessed, doesn't get laid as much as other guys his age. which is completely fine, and he likes to focus on academics anyway.
loser! wonwoo whose sleep schedule, if not ruined by his disruptive habits, is ruined by all the boners he conjures in a single night. which, again, is completely fine because he doesn't jerk off as much which induces more nightly erections.
loser! wonwoo who's a good acquaintance of yours and used to act normal around you. or, at least that's what you think.
loser! wonwoo who always had a small crush on you but kept it hidden. and yes, the first time you smiled at him, it got him all sweaty and hard.
loser! wonwoo whose bubble breaks after a wet dream about you. he fucks his hand in the middle of the night, quietly groaning your name. he curses you and your fucking tight tops that always shows off your tits.
loser! wonwoo who doesn't take the hint that he's being hit on. or, he does but denies it. why would a girl like you hit on a guy like him? it doesn't make sense to him.
loser! wonwoo who's tired of finding explanations on the internet to validate his being. whether it's not getting laid as much or having constant boners, or turning down your attempts to flirt with him, it all points to one thing. he's the biggest fucking loser to grace the earth.
loser! wonwoo who cannot stand the sight of you flirting with soonyoung at all. and he knows you're doing this to mess with him. he smirks after catching you check whether he's looking or not for the hundredth time.
loser! wonwoo whose last straw is you kissing soonyoung's cheek. but what the fuck is he supposed to do? should he barge in and whisk you away? but that's out of touch with reality and he can only watch in a trance.
loser! wonwoo who gets snapped out of his trance when you appear in front of him like witchcraft. you don't say much but offer him a glare and pass him a movie ticket. “at 7pm today, pick me up.”
loser! wonwoo who does as you said. he nervously waits for you, fiddling with the leather jacket that he borrowed and fixing his hair a thousand times.
loser! wonwoo looking into a mirror and fixing a stray hair when you finally meet him outside your apartment. you try stifle your giggles when he awkwardly greets you but a part of you feels like you maybe forced this date on him.
loser! wonwoo who's freaking out because you look fucking gorgeous and his dick decides it wants to greet you as well.
loser! wonwoo who has a hard time, hiding his boner and being a gentleman at the same time.
loser! wonwoo who visibly tenses, noticing that the theatre is ... empty? his heart beat quickens and he notes your expression too. but you seem unfazed, like you expected this.
loser! wonwoo who nearly dies from palpitations as the screening starts. still no one in sight. he tries out every method known to humanity to calm down.
loser! wonwoo who freezes when you shift closer to him, thighs pressing against his. he removes his jacket when he notices that you feel cold and drapes it over you. you thank him and kiss his cheek.
loser! wonwoo who absolutely did not have a internal breakdown at that. the cold air bites his skin and his growing boner does not help at all.
loser! wonwoo who loses it when you press your chest into his biceps and look at him with your needy eyes.
loser! wonwoo who gropes and squeezes your tits. he pinches your nipples, rolling the bud between his fingers. you moan, letting him do as he pleases.
loser! wonwoo who makes out sloppily with you. he kisses you so deeply, tongue gliding over yours. his hands wander all over your body, eager to learn the crooks and nooks of it.
loser! wonwoo who bruises your skin, sucking and biting it. he gropes you, in every way he's imagined.
loser! wonwoo who fucks you with so much need. he pants, removing his pants and boxers in a hurry. the need to be inside you was greater than being caught.
loser! wonwoo who moans so prettily as he thrust his hips up, meeting yours in a hurry. “god, you're so wet. fuckk-” his eyebrows knit and his lips bruise from the sheer pressure of his teeth.
loser! wonwoo who comes in no time as you clench and milk him. you groan in unison when he pulls out, releasing his seed all over your thighs.
loser! wonwoo who apologizes and immediately gets on his knees to eat you out. he sloppily kisses your cunt and sucks on the little bundle of nerves.
loser! wonwoo who uses all the tips and tricks he read on the internet to make you cum. he presses his tongue flat against your heat, licking up a broad stripe. he noses your clit, while his tongue prods at the insides of your cunt.
loser! wonwoo who fucks you with his tongue. you moan, hips bucking into his face as he pushes his tongue in and out of you. his calloused fingers rub your clit, throwing you over the edge.
loser! wonwoo who makes you cum all over his face. his glasses fog up and your juices coat his chin and lips that shines under the light from the big screen.
loser! wonwoo who brings you home to fuck you again. he just can't seem to get enough of you. and god, was it good to live out all his fantasies with you.
loser! wonwoo who pounds you into his bed every chance he gets. and he just gets better and better at it.
loser! wonwoo who also fantasized about sharing his interests with you and taking you out on cute dates.
loser! wonwoo who's over the moon when you share his interest in books and video games.
boyfriend! wonwoo who loves when you cuddle up next to him as he plays games on his phone.
boyfriend! wonwoo who's still such a loser for you.
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conflict, conceal, confess | minho
kinktober day 31: thigh-riding
pairing: lee minho x reader
word count: 18.1k (💀)
genre: college au, enemies to lovers, (modern!consort au)
warnings: sexual content (thigh-riding, oral sex, fingering, handjob, marking, a whole lot of smut honestly, like 6k words of it), swearing, an ungodly amount of academia
summary:
“Why don’t we call a truce?”
Minho blinked, caught off-guard. “Truce?”
“Yeah. No more arguments…” you trailed off, the words already sounding hollow and you were the one saying them. “OK, maybe some academic debate. But nothing personal.”
“Nothing petty,” Minho added, giving you a pointed look.
It took an impressive amount of willpower to force your smile to stay on your face. “Exactly. We somehow managed it as kids. How hard could it be to do it again?”
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'Where is Anastasia? Let me talk to Anastasia'
I really like @/corvophobia idea that Anastasia also had a braid as same as Nona
also here's without a veil if someone interested
so honored to be the inspiration for this fic😌
Insatiable
Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), I think that's pretty much it :)
Word count: 723
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
A/n: You can thank @hotchnerbau for giving me the inspiration for this! I hope it's to your liking, my dear<3. Not proofread :,)
Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch
Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11
This post is nsfw minors DNI**
You and Aaron are watching one of your favourite movies. Only the two of you are home, sort of a stay at home date night. You have your head laying in Aaron's lap. Sitting on the sofa as the screen illuminates the room. He's wearing sweatpants and an old worn out t-shirt.
His hand playing with your hair as his focus stays on the TV. Your focus however, is not on the film playing. It's drifting off and all you can think about is the fact that his cock is right there. All you'd have to do is move the fabric of his sweats just a bit and he would be exposed. The thought alone makes you bite your lip and rub your thighs together as heat stirs in you.
You can't help turning your head away from the TV to press your face against his crotch and nuzzling it. You start mouthing and kissing him through the material. Licking the outline of his member. A soft moan escapes you as you do this and that's when you feel a large hand on the back of your head turning it so you're looking up at Aaron.
"Honey, again? We just did this morning." He smiles and brushes some hairs out of your face.
You give him a small nod. "Please, Aaron? I need it. Please?" You give him your best puppy dog eyes, not that you really need to. He wouldn't deny you his cock in your mouth in this setting.
He chuckles a little and smiles more. "You really are insatiable, you know that? Alright. Go ahead, baby. Take me out." He moves his hand away from your head to allow you to move as much as you need.
You sit up and eagerly tug his bottoms down just enough to expose his half-hard cock. You stroke him a few times before lowering yourself back down to your previous position, only this time you take him in your mouth. Immediately moaning around him now that your mouth is no longer empty.
The warmth and wetness of your mouth around him accompanied by the vibrations from your moaning cause him to sigh and groan. His head falling back as his eyes close. The movie you were both watching was now long forgotten as his hand moved to the back of your head again. He doesn't push or pull, he just rests it there as you start slowly bobbing your head up and down on his shaft.
You hear Aaron grunt and groan occasionally as you take him, especially when his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag on him. The noises coming from the two of you combined sound like a beautiful symphony to each other. His sounds are like music to your ears as yours are to his.
His jaw clenches when he gets closer and his hips buck. It only makes you go faster but he pulls you off of him now. Both of you panting.
"Aaron, you didn't-"
"I know. I know. I just don't want it to be over yet. Just keep me in there and stay still for a little while, okay? I love feeling your mouth around me all wet and warm but if you keep going like that this is going to be over much sooner than I want it to be." He smooths his thumb over your cheek. "Just keep me warm for now, okay? Can you do that for me baby?"
You nod and nuzzle your face against his cock, rubbing your cheek against it. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to it along with a few licks before taking him back in your mouth once again, this time staying still like he wants. You hum around him, completely content with just having your mouth full for a while longer.
He swears you only ask to watch movies anymore just so you can use his lap as your pillow and ultimately have him down your throat not even half way through. Because it seems to happen almost every single time the two of you sit down for your at home date nights. Not that he's complaining really. But he thinks it might be nice to actually finish a movie every once in awhile. Though finishing in your mouth is something he'll always choose instead.
I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”
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I was so excited to finally see that you posted part 2!! This fic is too good and I’m so obsessed with the plot!!
Rookie II 🕷️
you find yourself back at your new job
w/c: 4.7K
pairing: miguel x afab!reader
tags: 18+ smut. gloryhole, voyeurism, blanking out, delulu af, lack of food & dehydration (drink water!!!!), room 1, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (do not do this), creampie
notes: ngl didn’t expect all that appreciation for the first one LMAO- I thought it would be too much but I’m so happy you guys enjoyed it!! Ty for all the love🫶🏼
part one
You still had to be there for another three hours after Miguel left. Your mind was out of the loop and your brain was foggy.
At some point between the halfway mark you switched from blowjobs to messy handjobs but luckily none of the men complained.
Finally it was 4am and you slipped the final dick of the night out of your mouth. You sighed and stood up, fixing your clothes before looking down at the poor rug that was now filled with endless amounts of cum.
You’d also given up on swallowing it all and didn’t wanna stain your shirt so you started spitting it out. Momma apparently did raise a quitter.
But only because your mind was filled with the terror of Miguel knowing it was you the whole time. Or even worse, he doesn’t know and if you were to reveal it’d all go to shit.
He would most likely fire you and you’d no longer be a part of the spider society which would be so fucked because you rightfully earned your spot there and you absolutely loved being there.
But you were getting too ahead of yourself. Maybe just maybe he wouldn’t care? After all he was the one that paid you and even left you such a generous tip.
And technically any side jobs shouldn’t be any of his concern, but given this was not any ordinary side job and it is now fully his concern, you didn’t know how to go about it.
You rolled up the rug and carried it, you opened the door and walked out putting the rug against the wall so they can wash or burn it, you didn’t know which they did.
You closed your door and walked along the slim hallway as the other girls were also getting out and fixing themselves off. You turned to the left and opened up the employees only door, and left it open for the girl that was behind you.
She gives you a quiet thank you as you nod and walk out of the room. You turn to the right now heading towards the entrance that also happened to be the exit.
You turned your head to the right as you walked past a few of the rooms that were still available. You couldn’t help but watch again, it was all so intriguing.
But considering you’d been sucking dick the past four hours this wasn’t so amusing for the time being so you kept walking.
You were nearing the entrance but first had to walk past the first set of gloryholes. The one that after tonight you oh so desperately wanted to be in.
You couldn’t imagine just how tired the girls are and just how much cum they could take. Luckily the girls in that specific room get breaks and switch off every two hours but that still sounds exhausting.
Especially after seeing just how many big cocks came in, it was an exceptional amount. There were a select few you wanted to fill you but you’d have to wait a few days at least until you could.
You watch the girl that has her ass stuck out of the hole and two different men were fingering her as they slapped their cocks onto her ass. Her moans were so sweet and she sounded so pretty.
But you then put your attention to a girl getting ate out by two men on the middle wall. Her legs were tied up and they were really getting in there. Nice to see they don't care if they touch each others tongues and only focus on the girl's pleasure.
On the right side of the wall were three girls getting pounded, all three men looked like big gym guys, broad shoulders and pure muscle. All of them had a lot of stamina and fully focused on fucking their girl right.
You got closer and leaned against the wall watching in admiration and a twinge of jealousy. You didn’t know if you could handle only sucking endless amount of dick every night, you already wanted to move this room but patience was key and you didn’t have any of it.
You sighed and walked off, looking at the cracked walls and the lights that were flicking on and off. Finally you made it to the booth with the lady and she chuckles upon seeing you, “seems you were a grand hit for your first night Rosie.”
You shrugged and grabbed the sign out sheet, quickly signing it before facing her, “felt like a piece of cake.”
She laughs and waved you off, “go on, see ya tomorrow.”
You wave her goodbye and give her a smile before walking away. You push open the door instantly feeling the cold breeze hit your skin. Note for the future: definitely bring some kind of sweater.
You took a left upon walking out and walked straight to the alley. It was empty of course so you quickly dug out your bag and swung up to the roof.
You open your bag and quickly find your watch, carefully put it on before opening a portal straight to your apartment, too lazy to swing.
You enter it with haste and are in your bedroom, you place your bag on the floor before slipping out of your clothes.
You threw them in your bin then walk over to your dresser opening up your drawer with shirts and choose the first one you see. You take your bra off and leave it on top of the dresser then put on the shirt.
You then plop down on to your bed and luckily drift off to sleep.
Your body woke you up around midday, about to be 1pm when you get a call from Lyla.
Her hologram appears in front of you as you wiped your eyes and let out a yawn, “oh you look like a mess.”
You groan and roll your eyes, “what do you need Lyla?”
“Miguel wants you in his office asap.” She chirps and you jump up, eye wide and a wave of anxiety surges through your body.
“Uh did he say why?” You asked and she shrugs.
You sigh and nod, “I’ll be there soon.”
She nods and quickly disappears as fast as she appeared leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Does he know?
Are you about to get the ultimate lecture of your entire lifetime?
You took a quick shower and put your suit and mask on before opening up a portal to HQ.
As you stepped inside and were in the lobby your nerves only grew and you really hoped that he didn’t know, Not only would you die of embarrassment and just die on the spot but you would not be able to speak. Just pure silence.
What the hell would you even say or how could you possibly defend yourself from something like this?
You were overthinking on your entire walk to his office space when you accidentally bumped into someone. “Sorry.” You said under your breath and walked around the person to continue walking but they grabbed you and made you face them.
“‘Sup with you?”
You sigh and give a weak smile, “hey Hobie, my bad I’m just all over the place today.”
He narrows an eye at you, not believing you but then shrugs and gives you a pat on the shoulder, “Lemme if you need help with anything, y’know I got you with distractions.”
He nudged you and you just playfully roll your eyes, “yeah yeah thanks a lot Hobes, I gotta run.”
“Meetin’ with the annoying prick today huh?” He says crossing his arms against his chest and you simply nod.
“Good luck, hope ya aren’t eaten alive.” He says making you sigh and finally walk away from him after giving him a wave.
Now you were even more nervous. What if everyone knew?
Maybe you could’ve found a different job, maybe McDonald’s or whatever the fuck they had here. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in this mess.
But then again you wouldn’t have made almost a grand in just a few hours…
So maybe this wasn’t the end of the world…
Just then you walked up to Miguel’s office and looked at him up on his platform looking at his screens like he always does.
You walk up and stop when he sighs, you clear your throat and he turns around, looking right into your eyes. “Lyla said you wanted to see me?”
More anxiety filled your stomach as he nodded and cleared his throat, “I need you to be honest with me.”
Oh fuck.
You gulped and nodded, twiddling with your thumbs as your eye were growing wide. You were doomed.
He steps down from his platform and walks up to you, looking at you carefully. As if he was inspecting your face. His eyes scanned down to your lips which you felt involuntarily twitch.
Oh shit.
“Call me crazy…” he starts and takes another step forward, then stops, standing directly in front of you. “But I feel like I know something I definitely shouldn’t…”
Death.
You needed that so desperately, an emergency, all the anomalies in the facility have been let out, fucking anything to not be there.
You stood frozen, horror in your eyes and just completely dumbfounded unsure of how to respond.
He snaps his fingers in front of your face and suddenly he’s looking at you worried, “you okay? You kinda blanked out on me.”
You blink and stare at him blankly, what?
“Fine you don’t wanna do those reports, it’s fine I’ll just ask Jess to do ‘em.” He says and backs away from you and back to his platform.
What the fuck-
Apparently your imagination decided to run wild today and not having any food or water in your system since before you went on the mission yesterday, no wonder your brain was playing tricks on you.
You ended up helping Miguel with the reports and took them to the cafeteria to get as far away from him as humanly possible. And to get something to eat.
You ultimately decided on eating some pizza and drinking plain icy cold water. You couldn’t believe your mind made that shit up because of the pure anxiety you had since you made the realization twelve hours before.
You ended up doing the reports and making Hobie give them to him because you couldn’t dare face Miguel again after embarrassing yourself like that.
The rest of the day flew by as you patrolled back on your earth not wanting to think of Miguel and distract yourself as much as you could.
Which helped a lot.
You ended up helping your friends who were getting jumped by some members of the Maggia. After scolding them for not carrying any type of protective weapon you went back to Earth-928 for your shift at the brothel.
You had forgotten about Miguel until you reminded yourself of last nights events and you couldn’t fathom the fact that you could suck him off again tonight.
You were back at your apartment and you grab your bag of the fresh packed clothes and instead of swinging you made a portal straight to the roof of the building.
You do the same routine as you did yesterday, taking off everything spider related then change this time into a pair of leggings and another baby tee.
Some type of progress.
You also grab a zip up hoodie out of your bag before closing it up then swing down the alleyway. You hide your bag in its new designated spot then walk over to the front of the brothel.
Pulling open the door you’re greeted with the smell of cigarettes and you notice there’s men in line to pay. You walk in and face the wall, keeping your head down so they don’t see your face.
Apparently the men are respectful to the women who decide to keep their identities a secret, which was good. You didn’t need assholes here having the urge to look at your face and expose you.
And according to Lola the men were overall not asshats and were respectful to all the girls. If they weren’t Estelle, the lady from the booth, had their head security guy rough ‘em up or completely scare them off.
A real one at heart and you couldn’t help but feel relieved.
You heard the men walk off and go directly to the stairs to the right instead of straight down the hallway. They were going for the one on ones.
You turned around and walked over to Estelle who gave you a grin before passing you the sign in sheet and another masquerade mask. You quickly signed then put on the mask and waved her off then walked down the hallway already hearing loud screams and cries.
Taking notice of the paintings on the walls as you walked through and finally neared the first set of glory holes.
Every single man in there was going feral, the whole room was loud and there were all kinds of noises from all over the place.
You shook your head and continued walking. You can’t keep getting distracted every time you walk past this specific room.
It’ll be your turn eventually.
Finally you got to your designated room and you walked to the employees door and walked the little hallway of doors before finally reaching yours.
You closed the door behind you and immediately walked over to the new rug and sat down on it. You turned your head and threw your sweater on the little table there was before turning back and there was a cock already waiting for you.
Time to work.
The whole night you were waiting on Miguel to show up, to hear his voice, hear him give you sweet words but nothing.
He didn’t show up the following day either or the day after after that.
And he wasn’t acting abnormal to you during missions so maybe he really doesn’t know and you’re in the clear.
Maybe you wouldn’t have to see him at your second job and everything would be alright.
Your test results finally came in and you immediately sent them over to Estelle who asked if you wanted to switch rooms and with all the eagerness in the world you said yes.
It had been a solid week since you started and every time you were on edge if Miguel would come in.
But now that time has passed and it seemed like he wouldn’t come in you could work in peace and actually enjoy yourself like the first day before hell broke loose.
And of fucking course you were going to ask for a room change after a week of sucking dick. It was great sure it also repetitive and at least with the first room you’d be able to feel all kinds of cock inside you.
So when Estelle asked you which side of the wall you wanted, you immediately asked for the left side of the wall. You wanted your ass out and figured maybe after your break you could switch with another girl if it was too tiring for your legs.
So without a second thought you packed your bag as fast as possible before going through a portal and quickly run to it as you walk out to the roof the building.
It was already starting to feel like a routine.
You changed out of your suit and put on a skirt along with a baby tee. None of it matter since you were going to be butt naked anyway.
You hopped off the roof and landed gracefully since you’ve been carefully practicing.
You hid your bag then quickly ran to the entrance, not wanting to wait any longer.
You pulled the door open and grinned at Estelle, she sighed handing you the sign in sheet and mask before shaking her head, “you’re too excited Rosie, ya gotta ease yourself into it.”
You sign and shrug, slipping the mask on and giving her a wide smile, “It feels like I’ve waited ages I may as well be excited!!”
She chuckles and shrugs, “that excitement will run out quick.”
You groan and wave her off, running the long halfway and hearing the moans of the first room.
Finally.
Everyone who was in this room whether employee or customer was tested, regularly. And condoms were available.
A lot of men didn’t like them and not all the girls required them. But you thought since you were on birth control and you trusted the testing process and that everyone was clean you figured you’d leave it optional, so the man chooses where or not to use a condom.
You walked into the room and went to the second slot that was empty. The guy that was in there to make sure everything was in order stepped in front of you and opened your door for you.
You just had to kind of lay your upper body on the massage like table then he’d close the door. You took off your skirt and put it in the little room you would be in. It was a massage table for you to lay on but then wood surrounding everything else like a box.
You got into position, laying down when you realized your feet weren’t straight on the floor, you were somewhat on your tippy toes. Suddenly the massage table is brought down until they reach the floor and you realized the mechanics of it was to purposely move depending on the girl’s height.
Suddenly the little trap door closes and you turn your head looking behind you and sure enough your lower half was the only thing exposed to the rest of the room.
You had left your tiny thong on and figured the first man could just use that to his advantage and have fun with you by first getting you wet.
And suddenly you feel a hard smack against your ass making you moan as the sting faded. The man then smacks the other making you moan again.
You could then feel the man’s hands grazing your ass before they slowly made their way down to your already needy cunt.
You assumed he might’ve been on his knees as you felt his breath against your panties. But then again it could be more than just one man which sent a shiver down your spine.
You felt a hand right on your pussy, giving you light smacks warning himself a whimper from you. He groaned and began rubbing you through your panties which made you spread your legs apart.
You realized this was going to be super trippy and the slightest bit isolating because you were going to receive immeasurable pleasure but couldn’t see who was giving it to you or watch it be done.
You’d never know who was fucking you or even see the cocks that would be fucking you. But you still had one of the best senses: touch.
You’d easily be able to fuck just how much every com would stretch you out and how deep they’d be able to reach.
Not so bad.
You’re brought back to reality when you feel a tongue lick down your slit and to your clit. You moan and fold your arms in front you then lay your head on them like a pillow.
You then felt something hit your back and you realized he threw you back your thong. At least he didn’t keep it.
You move your hips against his face and he smacks your ass then stars devouring your pussy. You let out a cry and close your eyes trying to imagine what the man looks like.
And already anticipating his cock inside you.
But then you do, you feel the tip of a cock rub against your wet folds when you realize there was still a mouth sucking on your clit.
You gasp as the cock slides in then slams into you. You whimper and feel yourself clench against the new man as the first man continued sucking on your clit ever so gently.
Just then the new guy starts fucking you, at first slowly to let you get use to the girth of his cock but then speeds up suddenly not caring.
“Fuck!”
You try to keep your upper half from moving so much but it felt damn near impossible as he rammed into you.
He was now full on pounding your poor pussy to oblivion as you cried out feeling so fucking full.
He was groaning and smacking your ass occasionally as he thrusted his hips into yours but suddenly stops and you fell him cum?
What the fuck?
That fucking fast?!?
You were very disappointed but you left the mouth that was on you disappear but all of a sudden there was a new dick inside you.
Ah perfect timing.
This dick felt smaller and less thick, this one would be fast hell too.
At that point you didn’t even expect to cum, these men were using you as their very own fleshlight. Which did sadden you considering you just wanted to cum and thinking you would get to with all the guys you’d make cum. But nope.
A whole hour had passed and not a singular man was able to make you cum. Literally every single one edged the hell out of you and you had no choice but to take it. You thought you were bound to cum but apparently tonight didn’t have that in store for you.
At least you thought before hearing the familiar sound of heels. You held your breath as another man was rutting into you, slamming into you hard and deep making you cry out in pleasure.
“Mmm fuck!!”
You closed your eyes and fuck yourself back on him which only made him go harder.
You finally felt your orgasm approaching, finally after an hour of straight up edging you couldn’t take it anymore and you were just so fucking close.
And then the expected happened and he came inside you but didn’t keep going.
Just pull out, leaving you pouting for more. You needed to release so badly. You almost thought this was because Lola’s presence in the room.
You heard whispers by your hole when your stomach drops, “here’s our Rookie! She just got moved up front today actually!” Lola says and you bite your lip only praying to whoever was listening that it wouldn’t be him.
Unfortunately no prayers were answered.
“Dropped in at the perfect then huh?” Miguel’s familiar voice says and you couldn’t help the tingle it brought to you body.
You felt your heart beat fast and sure enough there was the spidey sense. Where was that before?!?
“As if this isn’t your usual time Miguel.” Lola teases and you could hear a belt unbuckle.
Oh fuck-
Oh god-
He was about to-
Were you suppose to stop this?!?
You could technically go on your break now but what would be the point? The guy would help open the door for you and then what? You’d come out and let Miguel visually confirm it’s you?
Hell no.
Then you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds then slide up to your clit. You bit your lip really wanting to fight back letting out any noises that could help him recognize you.
Then he moved his tip to tease your entrance, dipping it in slightly then sliding it out.
What if you accidentally moaned out his name-
He then slams into you making you let out a loud moan. Shit.
“Good girl.” He moans and places his hands on your hips, moving it back into him.
You whimper and cover your mouth, until he starts pounding into you that you have no choice but to moan. He filled you up perfectly and it felt like heaven.
But it had to be your fucking boss of all people?
He just had to have a cock sculpted by gods and that fit literally perfectly into you? It wasn’t fair.
And it also wasn’t fair how fucking sexy his moans were.
You hadn’t realized how sexual attracted you were to him but after this you’d have no choice but to only have that in mind.
Especially with how good he was fucking into you making sure to hit his hips against yours with every thrust. He was fucking you deeper and deeper and yet again you felt another orgasm approach you.
But maybe this time will be different.
And it was.
He was fucking you so good your moans were coming out even though you were covering your mouth. You squeezed him perfectly and everything about this was perfect.
You should’ve tried to hook up with him before this but at least it was happening now.
And for the time being you had no regrets.
Purely focused on wanting to cum and really hoping he’d be the one to make you cum. He was kind enough last time and gave you so much praise so maybe this time he can repay you and make you cum.
He started smacking your ass and alternating between both cheeks, leaving them both feeling so warm and most likely red.
“Fuck baby- feel so good wrapped around my cock like that.” Miguel moaned out and started fucking you harder leaving you a whimpering mess as your legs shook.
“Fuckkk~” you slurred and tried to catch your breath:
He then started slowing down slightly and started hurting deeper, now hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. “Mmm fuck yes- please!” You cried out and move your ass up against him.
He smacked it and continued his pace letting out grunts and moans as you felt your orgasm build up in your belly. “Oh god yes- just like that. Please don’t stop-” You murmured and tried to stay still but it was getting harder to.
Your legs were already growing weak and you felt you were finally close to having an orgasm all night
He then switched his pace now going faster again and fucking you harder again leaving you a whimpering mess for him.
You closed your eyes and all of a sudden forgot where you were and just imagined he was fucking you anywhere else but there.
Maybe in his office on top of one of his desks.
That thought alone was enough for you to throw you over the edge, and it was especially when he started your clit and wouldn’t stop his pace after hearing your desperate little cries for him.
You felt him twitch inside you as you gripped his cock making you both moan at the same time. You were already feeling lightheaded and him pounding into you senselessly wasn’t helping.
“Fucking cum for me pretty girl- fuck- please cum for me baby.” He moans and you cry out, that being enough for you as your orgasm hits you hard and your whole body starts shaking.
You felt your legs shake and you thought you could’ve somehow fallen if not for the fact he was holding you tightly and steady as he was filling you with all his cum.
You laid your head on the table and breathed out, your walls entrapping him still as he completely slowed down, riding his climax.
“I fucking knew you’d feel so good angel.” He says and slowly pulls out.
You whine as soon as you didn’t feel him inside you, now feeling completely empty.
You felt his cum leak out of you and you felt your fucked out pussy clench around nothing but air. You heard him chuckle and you just close your eyes on the verge of passing out but you stayed awake nothing it wouldn’t be best to fall asleep.
This time around you didn’t even wanna think of the problems this would cause.
You had finally gotten your well deserved orgasm and that’s all you really cared about it, even if it was your boss who gave it to you. At least you got to cum once during this whole thing.
You heard the clink of heels come in and you hear both voices talk but you just ignore them and calm your breathing knowing damn well another man would end up slipping inside you any second and you wouldn’t be able to catch your breath.
But lucky enough for you, no one did that and instead you were left there able to catch your breath unbeknownst to you was because Miguel was paying every man in there to leave you be for the next half hour.
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