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with her lover’s hunger voiced, hazel didn’t hesitate to accelerate the van just slightly— within reason, really, given the peppered rain that sheeted the roads on and off throughout the day. the gentle, rolling hum of her parents’ painstakingly renovated van was accented by stevie nicks’ soothing vocals serenading them through the vehicle’s new speakers. magical harmony that these two sounds created provided her with almost as much comfort as the feeling of her love’s gently-deposited kiss against her lightly powdered cheek. “ don’t you worry, either way, we won’t be keeping you hungry for too long, even if i gotta say ‘bye’ to my soup dreams. there will be no hangry vibes in the van. ” whilst they put considerable distance between their current location on the road and tacoma, hazel would’ve found it incredibly difficult to believe that there wasn’t a panera bread (or something panera bread-adjacent) situated in the splattering of charming small towns surrounding the aforementioned city. she grinned in response to phoebe’s spoken enthusiasm. “ i mean, with a name like ‘carbonado’, how can we be disappointed? sounds way too close to ‘carbonara’ to ever be a let-down. ” once more, her undying love for all things carbs — and noodles, specifically — took center stage in her life’s decisions and deeply-held convictions.

phoebe laughed at the response, the one thing that she had ever valued the most about their connection was the way hazel kept matching her energy over and over " i'll have to manage your expectations, babe, but we might not find anything better than shitty sandwiches in the middle of the road. but if you really want that soup . . . " the short-haired reached out to press ker lips on her girlfriend's cheek and rest her hand right above her knee. " we can wait until we get to wherever we're going now "

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the brunette couldn’t have masked her smile even if she attempted to as she glanced over at her girlfriend — girlfriend, the term still sounded ethereal as it floated around in her love-sick mind — corners of her feline eyes crinkling in harmony with the expression. “ listen, you had me at sandwich — even better if we can find a spot that does both sandwiches and soups. that would hit right now. ” the pacific northwest blanket of forest green divided by seemingly endless highway before them would surely give way to some sort of cozy establishment that would contain their needs eventually; it always did.

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" look, i know you've been driving for a couple hours now and we're so close to getting there, but we might need to make a stop, i'm literally starving. i'll buy you a sandwich ! " phoebe reveals with a wide smile, trying to make puppy eyes at her girlfriend to convince her to pull over " where are we going now ? i totally forgot and i can't pay attention to the signs when you're looking this cute next to me. "

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sofia had been tugged out of her sleep violently, a strong pressure below her waist bursting through the cozy bubble of slumber. what with having been deeply immersed within the embrace of unconsciousness, it took her longer than it would’ve under conscious conditions to orient herself. “ i — ” she managed, voice gravely with sleep. slowly, the drowsiness began clearing from the forefront of her mind, just enough to sense the assault on her p.ussy by an object she knew wasn’t supposed to be there. “ what the f — ” statement was brusquely cut off by the stark realization of who was on top of her, orchestrating the attack. the scent of her sister’s hair was unmistakable as it lingered close to her face. “ what are you doing? phoebe, what the f — ” once more, her attempts at protest were disrupted. the fresh thrust her sister created with her hips pushed sofia up into her mattress, her cheek rubbing against her linen sheets. confusion splattered all over her mind, replacing the drowsiness and rendering her unable to move in that moment, much less process what was taking place in her childhood bedroom.

♡ wanted plot: inspired by post ♡ alt. muse: margot, tatum, diana, catherine, astrid

she'd woken her up by pushing a ten inch, thick dildo inside her cunt. the younger girl had been lucky that she showed her some mercy by generously coating the monster toy with lube, otherwise she doubt she would have been able to take the whole thing inside of her. with every wrong thing she has done to her in the past couple of months-- hell, the last year, she didn't know if she deserved any kindness from her at all. though, she was a bit of cock-sucking whore so maybe she could have taken the entire length. "what happened to that smart mouth now, huh?" she grunted as she moved her hips. her movements were slow but powerful with each thrust so she can really feel just how big it felt inside her. her hair in phoebe's fist, "maybe that whore mouth of yours needs to be stuffed full of cock to so you can shut the fuck up for once in your life."

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watching him practically groveling before her threatened to choke her gold-decorated throat with a giggle. the beginnings of it ended up bubbling up past her lips, woman smiling down the rest. of course, she wasn’t laughing at him, rather his boyish excitement that had filled up the space multiple times over by that point. it was a sight that would never grow stale, as far as she was concerned. her back instinctively arched upon feeling his tongue connect with her p.ussy through the thin fabric, the sensation working to also draw a small, satisfied moan from her. “ yes, just like that,” she praised, nodding to herself as her hazel hues fluttered closed. “ let’s see if you can get me dripping through this little thong, hmm? get that tongue inside me. ” she ached to feel him penetrate her through the silk and cotton garment, to make him work for the nectar that he so agonized over and longed for.

Isaac whimpered when Inés pulled away from him, but he should have had faith she wouldn’t let him down.

She would torture him, for sure, and she did, but she wouldn’t leave him hanging.

The sight of her, reclining, beckoning, waiting was undoubtedly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He was worried he was going to faint, but he gripped her desk and took a deep breath. Then another, then another, and on the final exhale, something… changed.

He was still charged, still trembling, still nervous, but it seemed like all the things in his way, his fear, his insecurity, his doubt, were—if not totally gone, then at least hidden, for now. It was as if his desire for Inés took hold, and that was the place he now made decisions from.

Not trusting his legs to hold him up, Isaac crawled over to her (biting back whimpers as his cock rubbed against his pants in a way that sent jolts down his shaft). When he was finally between her thighs again, when his hands touched her thighs again, he actually breathed a sigh of relief and said “thank you.” As if a man dying of thirst had found a deep well of cool, clear water, Isaac fell into her and began to drink.

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her energized demeanor was a surprise even to her in that moment. bianca didn't typically overflow with sexual desire; if anything, the average men she encountered typically induced what would've been akin to an allergic reaction within her ovaries, one that shriveled them up like sad raisins. every once in a while, however, the universe or whatever ancient deity (or set of them, who was to say, really) was situated up there sent someone like chance her way to light her inner fire. as she sat on her knees facing him, completely bare and bringing some semblance of order back to her hair with her lacquered nails, she felt the inferno deep within her core begin to roar back to life with a pronounced bite. his explanation paved the entrance of a fresh smirk on her lips and put the rest of her into motion, too.

" oh? " she raised herself on her knees and scooted over so she could make his resting thighs her new seat. as she settled down against him, she continued on. " want me to do that thing with my mouth again? or maybe —  maybe i should just touch myself and make you watch me. or, " she raised her left index finger, instructing him to hang on for a moment, whilst her other hand mimed the action of holding a phone up to her ear. " should i phone a friend? " last joking suggestion was accompanied by an immediate narrowing of her russet hues. " there's a blatant right and wrong answer for that one, by the way. " despite being far from an only child, bianca hadn't ever teetered even close to mastering the art of sharing, regardless of the setting, context, and relation(s) involved.

sprawled on his back, arms lazily folded behind his head, a smug grin tugging at the corners of chance's lips. he couldn't deny what was true, previously insisting location was the more importance for their plans. his place being the closest of the two made their choice ideal, however, he had no issues of public indecency. eyes of playful mischief flicked toward bianca, turning onto his side to look at her fully. "damn, b, at least let me catch my breath first," chance joked with a low chuckle. "but if you're all that eager to provide more free entertainment to the entire city block, i won't say no. i think of it as my civic duty to make their lives more interesting," he continued, fingers tracing up her arm in a lazy, almost absentminded motion. "i just need extra motivation to get ramped back up."

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♡ open to: f ♡ muses: rachel pasternak, 28 - 32, bikini designer + poor little rich girl (resembles em.rata) ; inés navarette covarrubias, 28 - 32, jewlery designer (resembles k.ara d.el t.oro) ♡ connection(s): a play thing :) a younger girl they could've met whilst out at the bars/clubs, shopping, at the beach, on an app, can be plotted! ♡ plot: shameless smut fishing but also !!! potentially smut with plot if player so chooses! dynamic is pretty self-explanatory.

the laughter of the two respective designers echoed off the minimally-decorated walls, right up into the luxe high ceilings of the trio's urban property for the long weekend. an early evening of shared cocktails had ended the way it usually did when it came to the three of them: with rachel and inés pawing at their pretty little thing for a taste. " oh come on, don't get all timid with us now, " rachel chastised their prized prey. despite her tone floating on a honeyed air, its sharped edge was hardly veiled right underneath the sweetness. " it's nothing we haven't seen before, anyway. " no sooner did the remark leave her glossy lips than her pinning down the younger woman's arms against the plushness of the oversized rug beneath the three of them.

" come on baby, give her some breathing room, " inés advocated towards the alluring brunette across from her. despite her choice of words suggesting a protective spirit, the tone through which she formed them would've done little to convince one that they were born out of a sincere place. the intonation was taunting in nature, perhaps even a bit cruel given the younger girl's current predicament. at some point during their tipsy handsiness, ínes had ended up sitting atop the pretty thing below her, her thighs situated on either side of the younger girl. with her upper half now fully pinned down thanks to rachel's handiwork, inés' own manicured hands were free to wander up the girl's waist, exploring the warm skin under her top. " waiiit a second," she smirked, " you know we love it when girls play hard to get. just makes everything taste sweeter. is that it? "

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“ you know, i’m starting to believe you’re into that shit, because who offered to take this party back to her place instead? ” rhetorical question was accompanied by an inquisitive smirk, one that deepened with conviction as she observed him through their floral post-s.ex haze. small beads of sweat clung to her lower back, not quite ready to evaporate into the heat that continued slow-simmering between them. as her expertly-manicured fingertips raked through her cascades of rich chocolate locks, she decided to test her working theory. “ …anyway, you up for giving them an encore? ”

muse: chance balvin (he/him), early 30s, biromantic bisexual, flower shop owner & part time cannabis grower

verses: human & supernatural: warlock (chilling adventures of sabrina inspired)

"i'm sure the neighbors really enjoyed hearing all that."

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she met his polite enthusiasm with a satisfied smile, woman clearly pleased with their settlement. “ that’s what i like to hear, ” she gushed, nose playfully scrunching up with her own dose of enthusiasm. she didn’t miss the way his hands twitched, as if they possessed excitable minds of their own. the entire display before her was absolutely adorable and served to ignite a small avalanche of goosebumps across her polished skin. she felt just as eager to receive as he was to deliver, making the arrangement between them perfectly balanced. the jewelry designer arranged herself down against the nearest plush surface and took her time in getting settled, if only to continue building up the tension between her and the man before her. said tension was about as juicy as a ripened summer peach, and inés was enjoying sinking her pearly whites into it. once she was comfortably established, she finally parted her thighs to expose the vividly-colored lace covering her core. delicate fingertips ghosted over her inner thighs on their way towards lifting up the hem of her dress so she could generously gift him with a better view.

Isaac had melted, sagging where he knelt and now sitting on his ankles. Any resolve, any... self-respect, really, evaporated with the heat he felt for Inés.

Maybe it was pathetic, how easily affected he was by her, how eager he was for her attention, her affection, her touch, her pleasure... but when he felt this good, even with her teases... he couldn't really bring himself to care.

"I... think that's a fair bargain, ma'am..." His hands twitched in his lap, not at all hiding the way he bulged in his pants, but desperate to be back on her. "And I accept your counter-offer." He reached up to put his hands back on her thighs, to lean in and get his much-needed lick, but then he thought better of it: not wanting to risk compromising their agreement, he decided to be polite. "May I?" He held up his hands again, then nodded slightly between her thighs, indicating her panties.

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a soft, contemplative hum left her throat as she considered his eager babbles. they were practically stumbling over one another and falling right at her high-heeled feet. the designer adored getting a rise out of him — figuratively and quite literally — it offered her just as much if not slightly more of a dopamine kick than her morning espresso-based drinks did. she gracefully spun around so that her back was facing him and bent over slightly, just enough to showcase the top of her panties halfway rolled down over her perky ass. “ how considerate, ” she cooed, her honeyed tone spreading out sweetly between them. after a few beats, she pivoted back around on one heel to fully face him, face greeting him with the devious half-smile that cropped up in one corner of her mouth. “ okay. counteroffer: you can lick me over my panties. if i get wet, we can talk about you maybe moving them to the side. deal? ” in reality, her c.unt had begun contracting and pooling wetness together the moment her hands began playing with the lacy waistband of her cherry red panties. “ how is that for a bargain? ”

Isaac all but collapsed to his knees before Inés, the sight of her hands beneath her skirt making him weak with anticipation. "I do," he agreed, although, in that moment, with her taunting him, teasing him, he probably would've agreed to anything she asked. "I do, I just... I was offering you options. I was... I was bargaining. I really don't know..." He licked his lips, his hunger getting stronger and stronger as he reached out to rest his hands on her smooth, warm thighs. "Don't know how long I'll take. I don't know... when I'll have enough, so..." He looked up at her, his eyes wide behind his glasses with heady mixture of adoration and lust. "I wanted to give you options..."

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“ seriously? ” the single word spilled out past her pout in a particularly pointed way, her amusement audible. “ i think…once you start something, you should finish it. ” her head tilted to one side, as if tipped over by curiosity, her inspective gaze rounding him up. “ don’t you think so? that that’s an admirable quality to possess? ” she stood to her feet as she delivered her question, thumbs hooking into both sides of her lace panties tucked away underneath her teasingly short dress. she toyed with the fabric almost devilishly, pads of her thumbs running across the waistband as if deliberating whether or not they wished to push the garment down her thighs.

open starter featuring Isaac! Isaac's desperate to go down on your character...

Isaac squirmed where he sat, his hands clenching as he fought the urge to reach out and grab her/them. "I've..." He licked his lips and lowered his voice. "...been thinking about your pussy all day. I need... I need to lick it. Please? As... as soon as I can. Even if it's... oh gosh," he adjusted his glasses on his face as he let his thirst claim even more of his rational mind. "...Even if it's just a taste, to last me until later. Please?"

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she felt as if she’d stepped into a brewing storm the moment her final steps brought her to the bar, and the interaction they were currently having only served to push her further into the darkness. it was as if some sort of a switch had flipped, one that tossed them both in a murky soup of slimy questions and an eerie uncertainty. the feeling made only slightly less sense than why her (now fiancé) had chosen that night of all nights to pop the burning question, or why she chose to provide him with that highly coveted answer. she ultimately decided for a top-off of the full-bodied, fruity chardonnay in her glass, and waited until her drink was set before her so she could speak again. her tone was as excitable as it might’ve been whilst talking about the formation of a grocery list.

“ i…this was certainly unexpected, ” she offered with a meek shrug, not exactly a direct answer, but something adjacent to her actual reaction. she was technically swept off her feet by the unexpected, after all. “ did…did you know he would ask? were you the right hand man in the scheming and plotting? ” she attempted to inject a dose of lightheartedness in her tone, to control its pathway and guide it up towards a brighter place. for reasons that she couldn’t untangle in that moment, she would’ve stretched herself thin to earn some sort of a smile from him. hell, she would’ve settled for any sort of expression that was a departure from the one he was currently wearing.

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"Yeah, seems like a nice wine list they've got here." He was always terrible at small talk, and ordinarily he wouldn't have to with Bryony, but things seemed so strange all of a sudden. It wasn't as though he ever had a chance with her. She was, after all, his best friend's girlfriend (well, fiancée now), and it wasn't as though he was going to break up a happy couple. No, he was going to wallow in his yearning and loneliness - or he would, had she not come up to interrupt his yearning and loneliness.

"Something a bit stronger, I think. Probably gonna go after this one anyway." Everyone was headed to a bar next, as was Tristan but he felt he had enough for one evening, really. It felt rude to leave dinner early, but at least he could leave after dinner. Ordering a neat scotch from the bartender, he offered to pay for Bryony's as well, whatever she wanted. He turned towards her and offered as much of a smile as he could muster. "How are you feeling? Happy?"

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bryony was still in the process of descending off the mountain of adrenaline that the entire display had built up. it all happened so horribly quickly: one gracious moment, they’d all been bantering and raving about the fruitful wine selection. in the few breaths that it took to recharge for a statement, he’d gotten down on one knee, hand outstretched to display a rock that could’ve probably retained high visibility from the moon. judging by the bundle of surprised expressions that the couple was greeted with in response to the traditional sight, she highly doubted that anyone else at their table had been in on this plan. for some reason, the blonde found comfort in that.

in the weird afterglow of the congratulatory smiles, hugs, and excitable babbling, she eventually excused herself for a wine top-off at the bar. whilst she could’ve of course waited for one of the servers to swing by, she figured that an attempt to walk off the post-engagement jitters wouldn’t hurt. her little journey across the restaurant led her right to tristan’s frame housed at the countertop. “you alright, tristan? ” she mused upon arrival. his response didn’t inspire much confidence, not when she was intimately familiar with his rolodex of intonations and the expressions that came with them. nevertheless, she went along with his inquiry.

“ i was just going to request a top-off — or i dunno, maybe i should try one of their other whites, ” she shrugged. some of her fingertips absentmindedly stroked the wine glass’s stem whilst her left ring finger remained firmly fixed in place. somehow, for some reason, the ring suddenly felt much heavier than it actually was as it existed in an encased state around her digit. “ what’s your next poison? ” the gentle question was accompanied by a chin nod in the bar’s general direction.

open starter for all genders your muse is getting married to tristan’s best friend, tristan has been in love with your muse the whole time.

It was supposed to be celebratory. He was supposed to be happy. His best friend was engaged! It was just his hard luck that he was engaged to someone he had been in love with since he had met them. It was just his hard luck that he hadn't said something sooner. It was his hard luck that he was there as it happened - a surprise proposal at their birthday dinner.

Tristan had stepped up to the bar, needing a moment to himself. That was, until he heard a voice behind him calling his name. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just getting a drink - want anything?"

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her darkened hues remained firmly fixed on his statuesque features as his thumb explored her eager mouth. his touch felt almost eerily gentle, its trajectory seemingly guided by pure curiosity, or perhaps just some sort of forbidden fascination. paloma couldn’t help but to love the comfortable way his digit found a home against her tongue, as if it wasn’t a newcomer but rather a regular visitor. she despised herself for hoping that maybe, just maybe — it could become the latter. her gaze could’ve easily remained transfixed on his for the rest of their earthly time had the clinking created by his other hand pulling his belt apart not captured her attention. without moving her head from its tilted angle, her curious eyes darted downwards to inspect the sound and confirm that it was indeed what she assumed it was.

since the dawn of her s.exual awakening, paloma hadn’t ever considered herself a s.exual individual. capable of experiencing physical attraction and acting on it, sure — but being perceived as an object of sexual desire? a different story entirely. through the perusal of her life’s craft, she’d been taught to view her body as an instrument, one that needed to be fine tuned through painstaking dedication and consistency. it was merely a tool to get her from point a to point b; or in her case, from one internationally acclaimed ballet stage to the next. because the tool was working as it was designed to, matters of s.exual desirability had been left to the wayside to float and marinate. this was the status quo until relatively recently.

the woes of dating had quite literally held a mirror up to her shortcomings. what were considered highly covetable, bitterly enviable traits as a dancer translated poorly outside of the studio and the stage. apparently, men couldn’t have cared less about the length of her neck or the impressive curvature of her high arches. what many did care about, she didn’t possess. well, with the exception of her shapely, mile-long legs. the argentinian woman was well-aware of her boyfriend’s lack of attraction to her physicality — that much was made evident by mando’s ever-wandering eye and following list on his trashy private instagram. she couldn’t have been further from his typical favorite flavors, and yet, this wasn’t of much a bother to her. after all, any sort of poor feeling she would’ve experienced in response to that observation would’ve classified her as a hypocrite.

it was this sordid history of self-perception that caused her feathers to ruffle with surprise at the sight before her. ale, rock-hard and wanting, quite literally throbbing with need before her very eyes. the delicious sight was as surprising as it was flattering, only if she didn’t overanalyze what the main source of his arousal was. did her appearance contribute significantly? or was it more-so the taboo-tinted stain coloring this interaction? it was difficult to contemplate the intricacies of the entanglement with a c.ock mere inches from her glossy lips. she maintained her perfectly manicured hands in her lap, even as her elegant fingers itched to reach up and brush those distinct veins, to feel his warmth beneath them. now wasn’t the time to disobey him and run off-script. instead, she complied and parted her lips further, her gaze almost testing in nature as it locked onto his own once more. her tastebuds felt as if they were practically hopping off her tongue in an attempt to get closer to him and savor that evening’s unexpected gift. to refer to it as anything less would’ve been a crime, given both his impressive girth and intimidating length.

alejandro stood still for a moment, watching paloma sink gracefully to her knees, the sight igniting a storm of conflicting emotions within him. the dominance coursing through his veins was electric, a primal satisfaction swelling in his chest as she obeyed without hesitation. he had imagined this moment, countless times in the quiet hours when he allowed himself to drift into forbidden thoughts. but now, with her there before him, illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier, it felt far more potent, more dangerous, than any fantasy he’d ever indulged in. her movements were deliberate, almost reverent, as if this wasn’t just an act of surrender but something deeper—something tethering them to this moment in a way that made alejandro feel invincible and vulnerable all at once. he could see the faint flicker of hesitation in her eyes, the echo of the boundaries they had shattered together, but it was quickly overtaken by something darker, something she couldn’t hide: desire. it matched his own, a mirror of the fire that burned inside him. his heart pounded in his chest, not from nerves, but from the weight of what this moment meant. paloma wasn’t just another fleeting conquest, and that realization sent a chill through him. she was forbidden, intoxicating, a temptation wrapped in vulnerability and rebellion. and yet, there was a softness to her submission, an unspoken understanding that she wasn’t just giving in to him—she was choosing him, knowing full well what it meant to do so.

alejandro tilted his head down, his dark eyes fixed on her as she looked up at him, her gaze laced with curiosity and a simmering heat that matched his own. the image of her, bathed in warm light, her platinum hair falling like a halo around her face, would be burned into his memory forever. he knew, without a doubt, that this wasn’t something either of them could forget. a smirk tugged at his lips as he slowly unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink cutting through the quiet intensity of the room. his movements were unhurried, deliberate, as he let her anticipation build. "you’re full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?" he murmured, his voice deep and rough with a mixture of amusement and raw desire. his hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, the touch deceptively gentle compared to the dominant energy radiating from him. he leaned forward slightly, his free hand resting under her chin, tilting her face up further to meet his gaze. "you look too damn good like this, paloma," he admitted, his voice lower now, almost a growl. "makes me think you’ve been waiting for this as long as i have." the confession slipped out before he could stop it, but alejandro didn’t regret it. he wanted her to know the truth—that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment for him. it was something more, something raw and consuming.

alejandro's breath hitched as he slid his thumb between paloma’s parted lips, her soft tongue brushing against the pad of his finger. the warmth and wetness of her mouth sent a surge of heat coursing through him, tightening the already unbearable ache in his body. his thumb pressed deeper, testing her, teasing her, as his dark eyes bore into hers, filled with unspoken hunger. the sight was intoxicating—her submissive yet deliberate actions sending waves of arousal straight to his core. his other hand moved with purpose, fingers working swiftly to unbuckle his belt and push his jeans and underwear down in one fluid motion. the relief was immediate, though brief, as his throbbing erection sprang free, the cool air doing nothing to temper the heat radiating from him. he was rock-hard, the veins along his length pulsing with the rhythm of his rapid heartbeat. the intensity of his desire was almost painful, his arousal now fully on display, demanding her attention. alejandro let his thumb slide out from between her lips, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he glanced down at her. "good girl," he murmured, his voice low and rough, thick with lust. he brushed the wetness of her lips with his thumb before trailing it down to stroke himself slowly as he watched her, completely captivated by the way she knelt before him. "open your mouth!"

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“ ha ha. ” the sarcasm-dunked mechanical laugh was particularly dry as it left her throat. lana wasn’t sure what was more ridiculous; lilah’s assertion regarding her current love life (rather lack thereof) or her suggestion to an imaginary problem. “ we’ve all had a bad day here or there — or bad month, bad year, whatever, tomayto-tomahto. ” a full pause centered itself between her and lilah before the next little comment came tumbling out below her half-squinted hues. “ …you might’ve won me over if you called me ‘muffin’, though. you know how i feel about the average icing-to-cake ratio with cupcakes. highway to insulin shock city. ”

open to: f/nb ft. lilah whittman inspo in source!

"i'm gonna guess that, based on the way you've been bitching at everyone for the past hour, it's been a while since you've gotten laid." or, at least, a while since they'd finished. "boyfriend not eating you out, cupcake? am i gonna have to do it for him?"

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for the ghost of a second, paloma regretted further shattering the already-flimsy boundaries between herself and ale by caressing his seemingly impressive manhood. not because of mando, not because of her moral code (that may as well have been etched in cheap pencil as opposed to blood at this point.) no, her regret was directly linked to the addiction she knew her system would develop, one formed by watching his reactions to her touch. the all-consuming flame in his dark hues as he received her forbidden touch would burn itself into her marbled memory bank for years to come — perhaps for the remainder of her earthly time. a shaky sigh left her fairy lips in response to his tightening grip of her dainty waist. she didn't resist the further slashing of the distance between them, especially not when it consisted of his warm touch against her humble breast. a soft hope began to bubble to the surface, cutting through her intoxication; she desperately wanted to feel his fingers against her pebbled nipple, which now stood at attention for him like the rest of her. what he did next, however, was somehow even more gripping.

she watched from her peripheral vision as he tore into the plastic baggie with his teeth, for her direct gaze was firmly implanted against his own. he carefully dispersed the powder within the baggie on her chest, as if she were a silver serving platter or a grand glass table, no different than the ones she often found herself sitting at with him, and mando, and endless other aesthetically-gripping-yet-horribly-hollow individuals. in that moment, as she was being methodically devoured by him, she couldn't help but to feel like a white rabbit gripped between the teeth of a solitary wolf, one far away from the feverish pack. her head fell back slightly, senses all honed in on his tongue sweeping the illicit powder off her perfumed skin. as indifferent as she was towards snow, she would've been lying if she tried to assert that watching him consume it — off her body, no less — wasn't an intoxicating experience in and of itself. it was such a juvenile cliche, falling into the allure of the quintessential 'bad boy.' and yet, the predictability only added to the dopamine-driven fireworks of the exchange. to the novel-like feeling.

his next words snapped her out of the daze she'd briefly fallen under. paloma quickly put the meaning of them together and, surprisingly, didn't offer some sort of palomaism in response to the strong suggestion command. apparently, her charmingly subtle brand of sarcasm had been temporarily erased off the menu for the evening. quietly, she obeyed the soft-spoken order and found herself slowly sinking down, until her knees connected with the worn wooden floorboards below them. her curiosity-tinted hues migrated up towards his face, her own illuminated by the warm glow from the chandelier above. she was practically sizzling with the possibilities of what would come next, with the now-tapped potential for the rest of their shared evening.

alejandro's heart pounded with a dark satisfaction as paloma's hand reached out, her fingers curling around the hardness straining through his jeans. her touch, tentative at first, then deliberate, sent a shock of pleasure rippling through his body. he watched her face, her sultry gaze meeting his, the hesitant, playful innocence from before completely gone. she was playing a new game now, one that felt dangerous, thrilling, and wholly inevitable. her words, dripping with suggestion, made something snap inside of him. the softness of her voice, laced with the boldness of her touch, struck a chord he hadn't expected. she wasn’t just surrendering; she was diving headfirst into the chaos with him. and that, more than anything, excited him. alejandro’s grip tightened on her waist as he leaned in closer, their lips a breath apart, his voice low and predatory. "oh, i’m going to remember every second of this." his eyes darkened with intensity as he spoke, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, fingers grazing the soft skin beneath the fabric of her dress.

he wasn’t about to let her take control—not now, not after everything that had led to this moment. his other hand held the bag of powder between them, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he looked down at her. "but first, let’s make it a night you’ll never forget either." with a deliberate slowness, he tore the small bag open with his teeth, his gaze never leaving hers as he poured a small line across the top of her chest, just above the swell of her breasts. the powder stood out starkly against her porcelain skin, a visual mark of the boundary they were about to obliterate. alejandro's breath hitched with anticipation, the air between them thick with tension and heat. he bent down, his lips grazing the line of powder as he inhaled deeply, the sharp burn of the drug mixing with the intoxicating scent of her skin. his tongue followed the line he had just snorted, tasting both the cocaine and her in one fluid motion. his hands slid down her body, gripping her hips roughly as he pressed his erection harder against her, leaving no room for ambiguity.

pulling back, his eyes met hers again, the fire between them undeniable. he gave her no time to hesitate, no space to rethink her decision. "now," he growled, his tone commanding and raw with desire, "get on your knees." there was no more pretense, no more games. alejandro was fully in control, and the weight of his dominance pressed down on her like a force of nature. he could see in her eyes that she was already too far gone to resist now.

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his words came at her muffled through the disorienting whooshing between her ears. in the volatile time that they’d been playing this game, her heart had apparently decided to take off like a wild stallion, each maniacal beat pumping both adrenaline and perhaps something even more primal than the aforementioned through her system. she could only identify the feeling as lust: raw, unfiltered, and horribly, temptingly forbidden. it was as if every frenzied heartbeat sent it pooling downwards so it could find a refuge between her shapely thighs. though she would’ve sooner slit her throat than confirm his theories, the accuracy of them was probably staining her alert features. she’d lost count of the number of times her husband’s touch had to be substituted for her fingers, a toy, and a video (or three.) she never spent much time contemplating the implications of that necessity — doing so would’ve opened the door to feelings of shame that she wasn’t sure she could stomach even on the best of days. the brunette swallowed hard before allowing her gaze to drift down to his hand, which was apparently occupied with advertising his intentions. she had to force herself to tear her gaze from the delicious sight before her, for fear of literally salivating with need. she was quickly being reminded that depravity apparently had no rock bottom, at least not one that she was close to hitting yet. her legs began carrying her across the room towards him, steps cautious until they stopped before his sitting body in one of her chairs. she parted her lips to speak, unconvincing voice coming out barely above a ghostly whisper. “ …please stop. ”

hardin had all the girls he could want, all the sororities contained endless options for him to pick who was perfect but yet here he was fascinated and lusting for someone far older than him. he couldn't decide exactly what it was, he doubted it was the 'maturity' because he seemed pretty intent on treating her just like he did the girls his age. his leading theory was it was the challenge and the taboo nature of it, of having a woman cheat on her husband for him or to risk her career just for his cock and the things he could do to her. all of that considered, at the same time if the dean found out that he did it willingly they would probably expel him as well for initiating such a thing. "When was the last time he really fucked you? like that good fuck, that eyes rolling, toes curling, crying out kinda fuck?" he asked curios if she would actually answer such a question but assuming she wouldn't. "It's almost nice that you're so hesitant, means make you give a fuck about him some. Or you're just so in denial that you are telling yourself you're turning this down for your husband and to be 'faithful' when in reality it's because you're disgusted with yourself for wanting a students dick" his hand moved to his belt and undid his belt as he continued leaning back in the chair on it's back to legs but never breaking eye contact with his professor. "Is it inappropriate for me to do that professor?" he asked his hand grabbing his bulge before moving his finger tips to his zipper "you should throw me out of your office professor, you should run to the professor two doors down and inform him what i'm doing shouldn't you? But you want to be a good little girl and look at me don't you?" his eyes showing the lust behind them as he called her a little girl, despite the fact she was over 15 years older than him.

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isa fought the instinctual urge to frown. as much as she'd once enjoyed riling paula's wild little heart up, seeing the woman in genuine distress —  even if it was silent —  didn't inspire any warmth or fuzziness within her soul. in fact, the sad sight drove her towards a borderline untamed desire to reach out, to wrap the brunette in an embrace, to enact anything within her power that would soothe paula’s ruffled egdes. again, that was no longer isa’s place, though. the thought threatened to deflate her evening, but only for the ghost of a moment. instead of a physical gesture to demonstrate her good intentions, the salon blonde opted for the next best thing. " hey — why don't we have a drink? for old time's sake, as they say? " a lighthearted smile, constructed by cautious hope, lifted the corners of her glossy lips. " on me. "

She was so remarkably beautiful it was almost painful. As she was dressed in a floral number that showed every inch and every curve of her body, it brought her mind to moments where her hands traced the edges of her frame, fingertips hungry to reach out and touch her once again. This only infuriated her even more, she hated how much her mind would easily be pulled into another direction if Isa just smiled at her the right way. "Fine," the sharp edge on her tone was dulling ever so slightly. "I-I've been fine," she responded, her dark eyes watching her expression. She had this way of being so cool in a way that Paula envied. The confidence Paula had was like a switch, she would turn it on when needed, but it wasn't always on the way Isa's seemed to be. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bug you. Have a good night," she said, quickly becoming a coward and standing down. She was embarrassed by her tone and the way she had almost seemed to be itching for a fight.