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bad-era-curls · 2 months ago

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𝘾𝙡𝙪𝙗 30’𝙨

𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 “𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙊𝙏𝙃 𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇“ 𝙈𝙑/ “𝙈𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙀𝙍“ 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀

⚠️ 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝘿𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩/𝙉𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝘾𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨, 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚⚠️

𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮: @𝙗𝙖𝙙-𝙚𝙧𝙖-𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙨

(𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣)

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

“Club 30s” - a name that perfectly captured the essence of this hidden gem tucked away in a forgotten alley. With its mahogany interior and flickering, dim fluorescent lights, it was like stepping back in time to the 1930s. The smooth melodies of jazz filled the air, blending with the hushed chatter of patrons comfortably nestled in plush velvet booths.

For yourself and your best friend Sefra, this was a weekly tradition - a chance to unwind and catch up after a long week of work. As you both sat there, sharing laughs and clinking glasses, it felt like all the stress of the past few days melted away.

But then, Sefra's voice broke through the ambiance.

"Hey, Y/N," she whispered, barely audible above the music. "Have you ever seen that guy here before?"

She gestured towards the entrance of the club, where a man in a white pin-striped suit and fedora had just walked in. With his bouncy black curls and warm doe-like eyes, he exuded an air of modesty and poise as he made his way towards the bar.

It was impossible not to notice him - he seemed to have stepped straight out of a mafia-style movie. You turned to Sefra and shook your head. "Nope, never seen him before."

But your gaze kept straying back to the mysterious newcomer. There was something undeniably captivating about him. You watched as he took a seat at the red leather barstool and tilted his fedora while chatting with the bartender. It was hard to tear your eyes away.

Sefra nudged you playfully and whispered, "You should go say hi." A mischievous grin spread across her face as she egged you on.

“Oh, I don't know,” you chuckled, your eyes glancing back at her for a brief moment before fixating on the intriguing stranger once more, “He seems to be—”

Sefra's voice cut through the air, snapping you back to reality. "Nonsense!" she insisted, her gaze burning into yours. "Go on, make a move. You never know what could happen."

Your heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation as you took a deep breath. "What if he's not interested? I mean—“

"Oh, please!" Sefra scoffed, nudging you harder now. "Look at him! He's totally checking you out!" She nodded in his direction, her enthusiasm contagious.

You groaned playfully, knowing she was right. It had been far too long since you had dated, let alone laid eyes on someone with such charm and grace.

"Fine," you relented with a chuckle, slowly pushing yourself up from your seat. Sefra gave you a reassuring pat on the arm as you made your way over to the mysterious man at the bar. The smooth sounds of jazz filled the room, creating a haze of nerves and anticipation with each step you took.

"Sitting there all by yourself?" you joked as you approached him, smiling coyly. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as his dark brown eyes met yours. You gracefully took a seat on the barstool next to him, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"I'm Y/N," you introduced yourself with a warm smile. "I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone." The man turned to face you fully now, his lips parting slightly as he took in your confident and alluring presence.

"Michael," he replied smoothly, his voice like velvet blending seamlessly with the fading notes of a trumpet in the background. "I don't think I've ever seen you here before, Y/N. Do you come here often?" His eyes lingered on you, a noticeable stiffness already tightening his pants in response to your presence.

“Yeah,” you chuckled lightly, half-nodding your head as you looked fixedly into Michael’s gentle, yet focused gaze “I could say the same thing, I can't say that I've seen you around this joint either”

"Well, I guess tonight's my debut," Michael said with a playful grin, tilting his fedora slightly. "What brings you to Club 30’s?"

“Just a little escape from reality, I suppose,” you replied, feeling more at ease as conversation flowed. “Work’s been a bit much lately. How about you?”

“Oh, you know, just looking for a place with character,” he responded, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I think I’ve found it.”

You and Michael spoke for what seemed like hours, immersed in each other's stories and laughter, oblivious to the world around the both of you as the flirtation between the two of you sparked. Sefra had already gone back to her apartment with another fellow by the time you realized you were the last patrons left in the dimly lit club.

“Damn,” you muttered softly as you looked down at your watch, noticing that the time had read 11:23 pm.

"Time flew by with you, Y/N" Michael remarked, his eyes twinkling under the ambient golden glow of the bar lights. He gently took your hand into his own. “Come on, how about we continue this back at my hotel room?”

This was such an astounding offer Michael had made to you - but how could you turn down such a proposition from a guy as charismatic and attractive as him? After a moment’s hesitation masked as thoughtful silence, you nodded with a smile playing on your lips.

“Well, I suppose it wouldn't be the worst idea,” you laughed, your eyes meeting Michael’s hand as rubs his thumb against your skin reassuringly. “Yeah! Totally, I’m down for that!”

“Great!” he exclaimed gently, carefully standing up from his barstool, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to guide you up gingerly. “My hotel is just a short walk from here," he added, leading you out of Club 30s as the soft notes of jazz carried you into.

The cold air hit the pair of you as you walked down the barely lit alleyway, your footsteps echoing with each step you made. The streets were quiet, a sharp contrast to the warm buzz of the club. The anticipation of what might happen next hung in the air as you neared the hotel. Minutes had turned into seconds, as the words “Hotel” in neon lights came into view, blinking intermittently like a nervous pulse.

“We’re here,” Michael muttered softly, a smirk plastering across his face as you both reached the entrance of the hotel and stepped inside. The dimly lit lobby whispered secrets of late-night adventures past, its air thick with promise and unspoken desire.

Your heart was thudding inside your chest with each step made towards Michael’s hotel room. Room 777. The door creaked open as Michael turned the doorknob, revealing a dimly lit space that felt both intimate and inviting.

“Now. Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,” he whispered softly, closing the door behind him. You glanced around, taking in the ambience as Michael dimmed the lights further, casting shadows that danced upon the walls. His demeanour in this moment was ample to send shivers down your spine.

There was something magnetic about the way he moved, each gesture deliberate and languid. You were horny. You knew how badly you craved every inch of him. Michael took soft steps towards you until your face met his, reaching his hand to gently tuck the stray hairs away from your face.

“Y/N,” he spoke in a seductive, hushed tone, his hot breath hitting your face as he leaned in closer, his soft lips barely hovering over yours, “Let me show you just what I've been thinking about all night”

His words, his tone, the way he gazed into eyes, sent sparks of longing coursing through your veins. The room seemed to hum with electric tension, the silence begging for release. You licked your lips, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the world outside fading further away as Michael loomed closer, a magnetic force pulling you into his orbit.

“Michael, I—” you started, your heart racing as his lips brushed against yours, just a whisper away.

“Shhh,” he murmured, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “Just relax. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” He leaned in, your lips meeting in a tender yet urgent kiss, igniting a fire that had been dormant inside you. You melted against him as your kiss started to deepen, your hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders. His tender touch started to glide against your hips, softly trailing them to the small of your back, meeting the strap of your bra hiding underneath your blouse.

“This needs to go,” he murmured as his fingers clumsily undid the clasp, his warm palms gliding over the soft fabric before it slid from your shoulders. The cool air of the room caressed your skin, heightening your senses, making your breath hitch in your throat. Your breasts were exposed to the dim light, and you felt a euphoric rush through your body.

You could sense Michael's gaze upon you, his expression a mixture of desire and admiration as his eyes sparkled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“Fuck. You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice deep and sultry, sending shivers down your spine. His hands moved slowly from your back, cupping the soft, supple skin of your breasts, a shaky breath escaping his lips. You moaned against his lips, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through you.

“Michael…” you breathed, your eyes fluttering closed, overwhelmed by sensation. You knew you just met him tonight, but his charm and seductiveness sent your body into overdrive just from his touch alone.

“Don’t talk, sweetheart,” he hushed you, peppering butterfly kisses from your neck, tenderly down your collarbone. “Relax. Let me take the lead”. His large, soft palms caressed the flesh of your breasts, his lips puffed hot air on your skin as he moved his head downwards.

Your fingers tangled in Michael's hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure radiated through you. His hand slid down your trembling body, caressing your curves before dipping between your thighs. You whimpered at his touch, already slick with desire. Michael's fingers explored you with exquisite slowness, teasing and stroking as his mouth continued to lavish attention on your breasts, his tongue effortlessly grazing against your nipple. Your back arched, a soft sigh escaping your parted lips as you took in his touches.

"You're so fucking perfect," he murmured against your flushed skin. "I want to taste every inch of you."

He bit his lip, gently pushing your body by the hips until had you laid against the plush hotel bed, the sheets cool against your heated skin. Michael's gaze roamed over you hungrily, as if he were memorizing every curve, every sigh. There was an intoxicating mix of reverence and desire in his expression, and it sent a rush of exhilaration spiraling through your veins.

His lips blazed a trail of kisses down your stomach, making you quiver with anticipation. You spread your legs wider, inviting him closer as he settled between your thighs. He let out a deep, shaky exhale at the appetitive sight of your rosy pink, dripping laced panties hiding underneath your skirt.

He was caught under a spell, as if your pulsing, soaking pussy was a siren's song, luring him in despite his better judgment. Without a word, he dropped to his knees in front of you.

“Oh, Michael,” you sighed softly, watching his every movement as his face was now mere millimeters from your hot, throbbing cunt.

Eyes level with your mound, he inhaled the sweet, musky scent of your arousal, making his cock pulsate even more, his own erection becoming almost painfully uncomfortable underneath his pants. Nevertheless, his focus in this moment of utopia was your satisfaction. He just so desperately wanted to please you.

“Lay back, baby girl. I’m going to treat your pretty little pussy the way it deserves to be treated,” his voice was laced with a sensual agitation. The first swipe of his tongue against your raw, throbbing clit made you cry out, hips bucking involuntarily.

Michael gripped your hip with his left hand, holding you in place as he worshipped your hot, wet cunt with his lips before he simultaneously slid two long, rigid fingers into your slick entrance. His digits gradually pumped inside you, hitting your g-spot effortlessly, sending your body into spasms of pleasure. You moaned as you tilted your head back into the mattress, your juices coating his fingers in an abundant, warm, and sticky mess.

"S-so good, Michael," you moaned, almost unable to catch up to your own breath "God, so fucking good ." You yearned for this encounter with Michael to be taken to a new level, your begging whimpers from his strokes pleading for him to give you more.

You gasped as he pulled away from your throbbing bud, leaving a trail of hot wetness behind. His fingers slick with your juices, he slowly crawled up your body, stopping to tease your nipples with his tongue and lips. You arched your back, begging for more.

“Michael,” you whimpered in a breathy, aroused tone, “I want more. I want more of you”

His eyes darkened with desire as he reached for the button of his trousers, slowly yet finessely revealing his dark, hard, veiny cock - his protruding, swollen tip almost dripping in his precum, anticipating the moment it would be pushed inside your tight, wet heat.

He leaned in; his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, his voice low and sultry, “Yeah? You’re going to feel so good around my cock, sweetheart.”

Those words. Those words were more than enough to have you on the edge of your orgasmic cliff, ready to fall apart at the slightest touch.

With a groan of desire, Michael wrapped his fingers around his colossal member. He stroked himself lazily, as he slowly pressed his wet tip against your entrance, teasing you both. The head of his cock teased your inner walls before he pushed in a little further.

“Oh, fuck. Y/N,” he muttered, his mouth parted in response to the tightness of your pussy, so wet and ready for him. He slid inch by inch, stretching you with his girth, filling you inch by inch until he was deep inside of you.

“Ahh. Michael, oh my god,” you moaned, the incredible, overwhelming sensation of him inside you causing your toes to curl. Your body wrapped around his shaft like a vice, as if it were made only for him.

Michael held himself still for a moment wanting you to adjust to his girthy size, resting his weight on his elbows as he gazed down at you, his eyes burning with lust and adoration.

"God, your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight, baby."

Without any warning, he began to thrust, his hips pumping in and out of yours, picking up speed. His fast, yet steady movements prompted desirable cries to escape your lips, and watching the beautiful, lustful expression on Michael’s face further aroused you. You gripped the sheets tightly, your nails digging into the fabric as ecstasy swelled inside you.

"Fuck, M-Michael. Harder. H-harder," you panted, your eyes squeezing shut.

He complied, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you harder, faster, stretching your entrance, his cock hitting the very core of your being with every thrust. You could feel the building pressure inside you, the sparks of pleasure shooting up and down your spine, bubbling in your lower abdomen. Both of your moans began to fill the space of the hotel room, it’s a wonder that nobody else in the neighbouring rooms could hear Michael pounding the daylights out of you.

"Fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna make me cum so fast,” Michael wheezed, his face a picture of ecstasy.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his body glistening in the dim light of the hotel room. His muscles tensed as he continued to pound into you, each thrust inching you and him closer and closer to what would soon to become an explosive orgasm.

The primal noises that escaped both your mouths echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls and reverberating in the air. The only sounds you could hear were the wet, slick noises of Michael's shaft sliding in and out of you and your moans, as your climaxes near approached.

"Ahh, M-Michael. I-I'm c-cumming."

You clenched around him, your pussy milking him dry of his own seed, as you both climaxed in unison, your bodies trembling in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Michael collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy, and his heart pounding against yours.

“Y/N,” Michael muttered, catching up to his breath as he rode out the euphoric waves that rushed through him, gently placing a soft kiss on your sweaty brow, “Holy shit.”

“That was...”

You couldn’t find any words to describe the intensity of the sexual encounter you just had with Michael. Nothing could ever top that. You lay there, panting, your body aching in all the right places, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Amazing?”

You looked at him, his eyes swimming with a mixture of lust and adoration, as if he still couldn’t believe that you just had the most mind-blowing sex of your lives.

“Yeah, amazing,” you breathed out, your voice still shaky from the aftermath of your orgasm, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Michael chuckled, rolling off of you, but not before pulling the sheets over both of you, cocooning you in the warmth of the covers.

“Good, because I was out of adjectives.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh, the tension in the room dissipating into thin air as you both drifted off to sleep, bodies entwined, a satisfied smile plastered on both of your faces.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

Oh my gosh…this was the first fanfic/imagine I had written in 10 years! I really hope I still have my mojo :P

And I hope you all enjoyed reading! I hope you all think that it is good enough for me to keep writing and publish more fanfics/imagines for all of you!

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