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Alone on Valentine's Day? Mad at your ex?

Rating: E Words: 17.5k Tags: Gaz x f!reader, insecure!reader, bad breakups, past cheating(but not by Gaz or reader), shitty exes, fluff, manipulation, subtle interrogation techniques, non-consensual filming, non-consensual photography, minor dollification kink, minor intox kink, touch starved!reader, oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex, piv sex, dick piercings, non-con (off screen) creampie, non-consensual photo sharing Summary: In a fit of pettiness and self loathing you respond to a personal ad online. You get a lot more than you bargained for out of it.

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<- Alone on Valentine’s Day? Mad at your ex?

[casual encounters]

“Did your partner recently break up with you? Want to look like you’re doing better without them?

I’m a recently turned 30 former special services operative (currently in private security) and, at risk of sounding like a complete ass, a fairly good looking man.

What I can provide to you:

-A full day of “dates” that you can photograph and post on social media for your ex to see.

-The full boyfriend experience for videos and even an “accidental” live

-Outfit changes

-Princess treatment so you remember what an asshole they were

The only payment I want is to hear about the fallout afterwards, I live for the drama and my life has been boring lately.

Face card provided upon request.

Serious inquiries only”

-do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers-

It takes a few emails back and forth, an enlistment photo you didn’t believe, a requested picture of the most beautiful man you’d ever seen with a frying pan on his head, and an assurance that you weren’t going to get murder-napped, before you realize maybe you’re a little (incredibly) insane. By then you’re already walking into the cafe you’d agreed to meet Kyle at, so it’s a little too late to back out. Not that you don’t consider it when you lay eyes on him.

Pictures don’t do the man justice, and the pictures were really fucking good. His dark skin is rich and beautifully smooth where it shines in the cafe lights, his lips pout slightly as his eyes scan the menu, and by the set of his shoulders you can tell that under that camel colored peacoat he’s got a body that’d make you drool. He seems to spot you out of the corner of his eye because he turns to smile at you before you can turn tail and run, and God even his teeth are pretty.

Which only makes it too bad that the only reason you’re meeting him is because you’re a pathetic mess that can’t get over your ex. Maybe under better circumstances this could’ve been an actual date.

He raises a hand in greeting and you try not to look like you’re rushing over to him, plastering on a smile and holding out your hand to properly introduce yourself. Kyle’s hand is warm and pleasantly worn when it slides against yours. His ad said he was in private security, do they work with their hands enough to have calluses? He says your name like he was made to, lets the syllables shape his lips in a way that feels purposeful.

“Buy you a cuppa?” He asks, nodding towards the board over the counter.

“Oh,” You glance towards the menu, “that’s really kind, but you don’t have to.” If you expected your response to dull his smile it doesn’t, in fact he seems to glow just a bit brighter, his eyes sparking with something you can’t name.

“Course I do, it’s our first date.” You feel a pop of heat on your cheeks and quickly push it down. Kyle bumps against your side. “Besides, I thought you wanted the princess treatment.”

The heat pops again and you laugh nervously to cover it. “Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?” Kyle nods with a pleased hum.

“Let me spoil you,” He presses, “Show you how your man should act.”

You can’t say it isn’t tempting, and you figure he wouldn’t offer if he couldn’t put his money where his mouth is.

“Alright.” You relent and he wraps an arm around your shoulders to squeeze you into a side hug. You don’t entirely hate it.

“That’s my girl.” You don’t entirely hate that either.

“So,” Kyle starts, dropping his arm back to his side, you almost miss it, “I brought a couple changes of clothes, I figure maybe four or five dates and we’ll be solid?”

“Sounds good to me,” You have about eight different outfits shoved in the back of your car. The idea had felt a little silly when Kyle first brought it up, but you were starting to see the thought behind it.

“And you brought something pretty like I asked?” Kyle taps his fingers against his thigh and for a second you feel a pang of anxiety shoot through you. “I made a reservation for dinner, figured we cap off the slide show with a proper Valentine’s day celebration.” Your anxiety dissipates as quickly as it had appeared and you let out a breath.

“Yeah, wasn’t quite sure what we would be doing so I grabbed a couple dresses.”

“Oh good,” Kyle grins at you, “my pick then.” You laugh off the joke just in time to make it to the front of the line.

You’re strangely nervous by the time you actually sit down with Kyle to drink your tea. You’d made smalltalk while waiting for your drink, but now it felt almost like a date. You had some prerequisite questions you’d asked him just to make sure you weren’t going to be meeting some creep, but you don’t really know Kyle. You’re going to be spending the day with him, but he’s still a stranger to you.

“So,” You start, trying to think of something to talk about. Kyle cuts your thoughts short.

“Let’s get a picture.” He tugs his phone from his coat pocket and you fumble to do the same, scooting your chair closer for a picture together. Kyle laughs. It sounds rich and genuine, the sort of laugh that always sounds good humored, that makes your cheeks warm just a little in embarrassment. He shakes his head as it leaves him. “Cups together, doll.” He tells you, “Try to keep my face out of the pictures, keeps an air of mystery you know?”

“A soft launch.” You nod, pressing your cup against his and pulling your phone close to your face to get a picture of your hands. Kyle has nice hands, a thick ring on his middle finger that catches the attention of the photo in a distinctly masculine fashion. “Oh!” You set your cup down and twist to rummage through your purse, tugging a lipgloss free and flipping the camera.

You’re careful to apply it as precisely as you can manage with Kyle bumping against your side to peek in your camera. You laugh and shove at him when he wiggles his brows at you through his reflection.

You press your lips to the opening of your cup’s lid to leave a nice crisp stain and hold the cup out for Kyle to press his against as well. You turn your cup so the name is visible and snap another picture. Looks good, definitely couple-y. Let’s see Brad say that’s fake.

“Looks good.” Kyle echoes your thoughts, looking over your shoulder at your screen. You lock your phone and smile up at him, only to lean back. You hadn’t realized how close he was. You’d really scooted your chair right up next to him.

You try to scoot back to your original position and Kyle pulls your chair back with a hand under your seat. The motion is so unexpected and sudden that you let out a nervous laugh and try to move away again. Only to find your movement stopped by the hand that still grips your seat.

“Wait,” He insists, changing his ring for a watch from his pocket, “one more.” You hold your cup up and he shakes his head. “Got a mate that takes pictures of his girl, pass me your phone.” You hesitate. You’re not sure you’re comfortable giving a stranger your phone. Even if it’s only briefly.

“I’ll give it right back,” He promises with a sympathetic look.

Which only makes you feel worse, like you’re so clearly attached to your phone that you need pity. You’re not- You stuff down your discomfort and unlock your phone, to hand to Kyle. He twists in his chair to face you and holds the phone up. You smile on reflex and Kyle reaches out to pinch your cheeks between his fingers, squishing your face in a way that makes you wrinkle your nose to keep from making an even worse face. You see Kyle’s thumb tap to take a few pics before he releases you and hands you your phone back.

They’re cute pictures, exactly the sort that you can imagine a doting boyfriend would take. You look like you’re being a good sport tolerating the treatment, but there’s a note of enjoyment that shows through in the sparkle of your eyes.

And despite the fact this picture and the one of your to-go cups were taken in the same place the backgrounds are different enough that you could believe that they were taken on separate dates. This might work.

“These are nice.” You give Kyle his applause, and he nods his head.

“Thank you, thank you, the boys gotta be good for something, yeah?”

“So your friend takes a lot of girlfriend pictures?” You ask, latching onto the single piece of information Kyle’s given you. He makes a sort of non-commital head nodding motion and sips his tea.

“Fiance, not sure she likes all the candid shots, but-” He shrugs.

“I’m sure she loves them, makes you feel wanted when your partner takes pictures of you.” You force a smile. Kyle snorts.

“Speaking from experience?” You feel your smile falter and Kyle’s eyes soften. “I’ll take plenty, don’t worry.” He squeezes your hand, “You could milk me for months.” You laugh and he groans, smacking his forehead to drag a hand down his face. “Fuck me, not like tha’.”

“I appreciate it,” You manage through your lingering giggles, “My ex-” You stop yourself, it’s bad manners to talk about exes on a first date. Kyle gives you a look like he’s waiting for you to finish. You suppose this isn’t a real date, even if you sort of wish it was. “I don’t have any pictures of us.” You say lamely. It feels pathetic to admit. Your ex always told you he didn’t like pictures, but he’s fine taking them with his new girl. Guess he just didn’t like taking pictures with you.

Another squeeze to your hand. You hadn’t realized he was still holding it. You’re not sure how you feel about that. Grateful maybe. You stare at your joined hands and try to categorize the feelings in your chest. Bitter and a little wistful. You’ve realized that you miss being a girlfriend more than you miss Brad, not that he was ever a great boyfriend, but it’s nice being loved.

If he ever loved you.

“That’s good,” Kyle ducks his head to catch your eye and you give him a smile just so you don’t look as pathetic as you feel, “means more camera space for us.” You huff a laugh and he knocks his fingers against your chin. You swat his hand away and Kyle’s hand cups your cheek, reassuringly brief before he grabs his tea.

“So what happened?”

The question catches you off guard, though you should have expected it. He did say in his ad that he liked drama, you must be a veritable buffet in his eyes. You toy with the lid of your cup while you think through how to answer, if you even want to. You have no reason to lie to Kyle, but you also have no reason to tell the truth. Lies will be harder to keep track of, so truth it is.

“We broke up before Christmas.” You tell him. “I’d love to say it was mutual, but I caught him cheating and when he started defending himself I just thought-” You shake your head, “-God he’s not even going to pretend he cares about me, so why do I care about him?” Another shake of your head that turns into a self pitying sigh. “And then he broke up with me. Me! I mean, can you believe it?”

Kyle clicks his tongue. “All that and you didn’t even get to pull the trigger yourself.”

“Yeah.” You let out another breath, shove this one out like a huff, “Yeah it sucked. Still sucks.” You hiss when your nail catches on the to-go lid wrong. You raise your hand to check that you didn’t hurt yourself, and to avoid looking at Kyle. You wish you could say it feels good to get it out, but it doesn’t. “Pretty pathetic, huh?”

“Not at all.” Kyle hums. He sips his tea and you glance his way just to be sure he’s not making fun of you. If he’s so fond of drama he should look pleased, right? But he doesn’t, he just looks at you. He raises a brow over his cup and you blink. Caught. No sense looking away now. "Not your fault the guy was an ass."

You open your mouth but Kyle beats you to the punch.

"You're better off without him."

"I am." You agree, though that knowledge doesn't dull the hurt you still feel over the whole situation. You’ve told yourself you’re better off without him a thousand times, and it’s never helped. Knowing it’s true doesn’t mean you feel it, or believe it.

If you’re being honest with yourself, and you rarely are, you’re more hurt by how well Brad seems to be treating his new girl than you ever were by the realization he was cheating on you. What was wrong with you that he couldn’t treat you like that?

"We're still gonna piss the fucker off." Kyle says before setting his drink down and leaning close. Too close. "Show me his Instagram."

He even holds his hand out, beckons with his fingers to give him your phone a second time. It’s easier this time, there’s already a shred of trust, enough for you to shrug and fiddle with your phone to pull up his profile before handing it over to Kyle.

He spends a few moments scrolling through the profile, his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed in distaste, before he nods.

"What a prick."

"I know right?" You give a small smile, feeling more yourself with Kyle insulting your ex. He turns your phone to show you a reel of your ex at the gym. You expect him to make some comment about him posing like a douche or not lifting enough, but instead Kyle shrugs off his coat and holds his arm up to flex for you.

The fitted long sleeve tee positively strains against his bicep and you hope your eyes don't bulge as much as his muscles do. Kyle hums with satisfaction and your gaze darts to his face. The pleased smile he's wearing is somewhere between indulgent and victorious. He drops his arm to grab his cup again and you, God, you don't think you've ever seen a man go from super to unassuming in one small motion. He could pass for any boy-next-door heartthrob from a summer blockbuster.

You sort of want him to lose the shirt. Too bad it's February.

"Brad is going to be so pissed." You manage to mumble, finding the glimmer of rage to pull you back to reality. Kyle's smile splits into a grin. It's really too bad he said to keep his face out of the pictures. He’s got a great smile.

"You got an upgrade," he could say that again, "it's every man's worst nightmare."

"Don't know if I could do much better than you." You joke. Kyle's eyes narrow so slightly that you almost think you imagined it, something distant flickering across his eyes that you can't discern or hold onto. Even his smile seems different, a flash of darkness that you can't find when his grin flashes you.

"How about a second date then," He suggests, "I was thinking ice skating, or the zoo-" You feel a flash of excitement at the prospect of the zoo, you haven't been in ages, but your brain seems to hit the same low note Kyle's does as he frowns, "-might be too cold for the animals though."

"Ice skating is fun." You pick, though it feels like the only option.

Kyle offers you a ride to the rink, and you politely decline. You still don't really know the guy, and who knows what sort of murder shit he has installed in his car. Besides, it's not like you can leave your car at the cafe with all your nice clothes in it. He seems disappointed but doesn't push. You don’t know why that tugs at your heartstrings the way it does. You resolve to take him up on his offer next time, as long as he’s alright with you bringing your suitcase. Mostly because the place is crowded and you’re forced to park at the edge of the car park. The wind whips through your coat like a knife as you walk to the rink, and you feel bad keeping him waiting.

It's clear he didn't mind when you finally walk up to the rink. He holds up two skate rental tickets with a triumphant smile that makes you laugh.

The ice is outdoors, but they’ve set up heating lamps that make it feel cozy enough you don't mind the chill as you stand in line for your skates. Kyle tugs his scarf off and wraps it around your neck carefully, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and rubbing your arm. He's so warm pressed close like this. A barrier against the lingering chill that you struggle not to cuddle up to.

"Sorry love, should've thought of someplace warmer." He apologizes. You barely feel the cold anymore through the rising heat on your cheeks at the pet name, and don't even hear yourself give the skate girl your shoe size. Had Brad ever called you anything but your name? You don’t think so.

Kyle grabs both pairs of skates before you can hold your hand out, and leads you over to a clear bench. You go to take your skates and he holds them up out of the way.

"Sit," He tells you, so you sit and hold your hands out again. He shakes his head and drops to his knees. "Nope,” he sets the skates to one side and lifts one of your feet to rest on his thigh, “princess treatment you want, princess treatment you're gonna get."

You laugh when he starts undoing the laces on your trainers, then again when he starts trying to shove your foot into the skate. At least Kyle seems to be having fun with it, shaking his head and muttering about being "bloody awful at this."

"You're doing great," You tell him, and he gives you a look.

He pats your skates when he's finished lacing them up and you hang around on the bench waiting for him to finish so you can put your shoes away together.

With how much trouble he had getting your skates on, you expect him to trip as soon as you're out on the ice. He doesn't even flinch stepping onto it, just holds onto your hand and lets you struggle through the first second of adjustment. You push off with your skates and start getting used to the shift of weight that skating requires.

You don’t remember it being difficult, but Kyle hasn’t let go of your hand and you’re not used to compensating for another person’s movement. Not that you entirely mind. His hand is warm around yours and he’s solid when you bump him with your shoulder accidentally.

"This is fun." You smile up at Kyle and someone slams into your side, knocking you to the ice.

Or they would knock you to the ice, but you're quickly caught by your date.

Strong arms tighten around you, Kyle's grip is iron where he grabs you and pulls you against his chest. He’s broad, warm, heat creeps over your body and rises through your cheeks. You blink as you work to get your bearings and guilt starts to eat at you.

You feel the angry expansion of Kyle's breath as he yells after the retreating figure that knocked you over. His chest rising and falling under your hands where your fingers grip his shirt. God, is that muscle you’re feeling?

His hand covers the back of your head and presses you closer when you try to turn. Kyle’s arm blocks your view so you can't get a clear look at the retreating figure, but he looks massive. Too big to be on skates without looking a little silly. He probably didn’t even notice you, might not have even noticed Kyle.

“Fucking dick,” Kyle swears, and for a moment you’re almost scared he’ll chase after the guy, do some macho shit that’ll just get his pretty ass beat trying to “defend” you. Leaving you to defend his own masculinity. Replacing actual affection with meaningless undirected rage in the name of “doing right by you.” Just like your ex.

You physically feel all of his attention shift to you as you tense with anticipation, and his grip softens. “Are you alright, love?”

The air rushes out of you. You hadn’t realized how tense you’d gotten, poised right at the edge of begging not to make a scene. But Kyle’s not like that, and when you look at him it’s clear he doesn’t have anything to prove, he’s worried about you. It makes something forgotten and tiny clench in your chest. Hope.

“I’m fine, just caught me off guard.” You shake your head, enjoying Kyle’s hold of you for a moment longer before moving to stand again. He lets you go reluctantly, his hands sliding over you as if he’s checking to be sure you haven’t been injured somehow. Instead of taking your hand again, he keeps his palm pressed to the small of your back. You're nestled close against his side, and if you’re honest the angle is a little awkward. You don’t mind. You sort of like it. But If Kyle thought this would make skating any easier it definitely doesn’t, and you think he’s struggling too with the way he shifts on his skates.

You wrap your arm around Kyle’s middle to hug him tight in an attempt to make this easier before you can fully think it through. He laughs, and immediately stumbles, sending both of you tumbling to the ice as he overcorrects his counterbalance and falls backwards.

You laugh from the ground and feel Kyle’s body shaking with laughter under you. You’re still giggling as you dust the ice off your hands and fumble through trying to help Kyle to his feet as he does the same for you. Two people tugging at each other and stumbling through the entire process, you feel bright and bubbly and you’ve completely forgotten about being bumped into by the time you and Kyle both get up.

You almost feel bad for the goof given the way Kyle rubs his back, but the smile he gives you tells you he doesn’t mind. You’re breathless from the chill and your own attempts to suppress your laughter during the effort of standing, but you still turn to start skating again. Kyle’s quick to grab your arm and pull you back.

“Wait,” He says, his own smile breathless as well, “picture.”

“Oh, yeah, um,” You glance around for something couple-y to take a photo of and Kyle spins you to face him. His hands stay on your hips, holding you in place. You try to ignore them.

“The skates.” He suggests.

You glance down at where the tip of your skates are bumping against his, they look different enough that you could probably tell which were yours just from a picture. You pull your phone out of your coat pocket and try to avoid headbutting Kyle’s chest while you snap a few pictures. His skates play with yours as Kyle wiggles his feet in and out of a triangle shape. You smile and glance up at him to tell him to hold still.

Again he’s close, his face inches from yours where he’s leaned over to look at your phones. His head tips ever so slightly to look at you better and you feel his breath ghosting over your cheek. You’ve never felt so… caught, like a rabbit that’s just stumbled into a trap, your eyes fixed on him like a lifeline you’ll never reach. But if you look anywhere else-

his eyes dart to your lips and you feel your cheeks flash with heat. He looks away quickly and straightens up, clearing his throat. Maybe you’re not the only one enjoying yourself.

It gives you an idea.

“Let’s get another one.” You offer, tugging him over to the wall that surrounds the rink.

“Alright.” He sounds suspicious, but he doesn’t resist. His skates glide over the ice without resistance and you manage to put him against the wall without issue.

“Ok just right here,” You nod. You hold up your fingers in a square as if you’re lining up the shot and then cozy up next to him, raising your phone for a selfie. Kyle raises a brow, but doesn’t say anything. “Just for us.” You tell him, trying to assure him you’re not breaking his faceless rule.

You set a short timer on your camera and hold your arm out to get the best frame, before you lean up and kiss Kyle’s cheek as the camera clicks. You pull back and grin at Kyle.

“Bet.” He grins, Your phone is slipped from your hand almost as quickly as Kyle pulls you in to kiss you properly.

His lips fix over yours, warm and soft and insistent they part ever so slightly only to pull you in again. Like the gentle lap of waves against a cliffside, the push and pull of a current, he kisses you again and again. The gentle affection of it drips through you like honey, something sweet and indulgent that you want to taste again and again. You should push him away, you barely know him, he’s just some stranger you met online, he could do anything to you.

Yet, your hands find their way to his shoulders as his tongue swipes against the seam of your lips and you part for the warm wet muscle. Your head tips to the side, your nose brushing his, comfortable, fit together like puzzle pieces. You’re pressed close against his chest, your hands curling in his shirt with the intention of pushing him away --one of the many lies you tell yourself-- but-

But he twists his tongue against yours and you feel something breathless bubble up in your chest. Your head is fuzzy and your skin prickles with desire. It’s been so long since you were kissed like this, like you’re worth kissing. Kyle’s tongue traces a gentle path over yours, before his lips are taking over that gentle push-pull again. His teeth dig into your bottom lip curiously, his mouth slipping against your own over and over again in a leading dance.

You can’t help wondering if he’s this good with his mouth in other circumstances. One of your friends once told you that the best way to see how someone’s head was, was to make out with them, and you hadn’t understood what they meant but now? Now you’re starting to think maybe your ex was just bad enough at both that you hadn’t made the correlation. Or hadn’t wanted to…

He pulls back and you push into the kiss, unwilling to let it end when it feels so good. You can feel the curve of Kyle’s lips, the part of them as you press your lips to his teeth and he drags his tongue over your lips. It makes your head spin.

At least Kyle seems to have kept his common sense, pulling away with a searching almost apologetic look. You blink slowly, your eyes heavy as your brain works to piece together what the hell just happened.

“I-” Kyle clears his throat, “usually I wait for the third date before trying anything.” The joke is weak but your head is spinning too much to do anything but nod like an idiot. Kyle glances at your phone, now clutched in his hand. Recording. You feel another flush of heat pass over your face and he hurriedly fumbles to stop the camera.

You press your hands to your face in embarrassment and listen to Kyle mutter quite swears. You glance back at him and find his eyes glued to your phone. You glance at your phone to see the video of him kissing you playing back. You gasp.

“Delete that!” You insist. Kyle holds the phone up out of your reach, his eyes never leaving the screen. A slurry of swears and insults crowd your mind, perv seems to be the frontrunner on your tongue in the brief second it takes him to tap the screen and hand your phone back.

The video is stopped, or maybe it’s a screenshot? Either way it’s just you and Kyle standing there. Kyle’s face is entirely hidden but you recognize your own hair and the curve of your face immediately, even if it’s almost hidden by the way Kyle’s head is tilted to kiss you. It looks like a still from a movie, spontaneous but choreographed. Romantic.

The sort of picture that you’ve always wanted to feature you, somewhere deep in your lonely heart. The main character in your own love story.

You can’t post something like that.

“Not good?” Kyle asks when you’ve been quiet too long.

“It’s fine.” You mumble, locking your phone and stuffing it in your pocket.

“I shouldn’t’ve kissed you.” He winces.

“No that’s not-”

“I’m sorry, it was an impulsive decision. I won’t do it again.” He nods so seriously that it makes panic rise in your throat.

“No!” You’re quick to correct, maybe too quick, “No, it’s-” You take a breath to catch yourself, “-it was nice-” his face falls a little and you correct again, “-good, it was really good I don’t, um- you could do it again, maybe.”

You try to avoid looking at the dazzling grin that seems to bloom over Kyle’s face. He laces his fingers with yours and tugs you back to skating. You think that might’ve been the right answer, because he’s skating just a little faster than before, pulling you along at a pace that makes you breathless. You’re pulled around the rink, weaving between other couples on much more leisurely loops, once and then twice.

It’s a lot of coordination but you’re almost giddy from the rush of it. You feel like a kid racing with your friends to see who can skate faster, playing games with made up rules and finish lines. Kyle never lets go of your hand, his grip so steady and unwavering you wonder how you were having so much trouble earlier. He only slows to swing you around and crowd you close to another section of the barrier. Pinning you, boxing you in with his hands on either side of you to hold onto the wall.

“When?” He asks eagerly.

“When what?” You laugh. He keeps crowding you, like the man’s allergic to personal space. Somehow you don’t entirely mind, you like having his full attention even if that means he’s a little closer than is comfortable. Besides, Kyle’s warm and smells like something sweet but earthy that you can’t put a name to. It makes you want to press your nose against his neck and breathe until you can figure it out.

He might let you given how he’s been acting.

“When can I kiss you again?” His response shakes you from your daydreaming.

“I don’t know,” You try to stifle the laugh this time, though you’re sure it reads clear as day on your face, “buy me dinner first.” You joke.

“How about lunch?” He offers.

“Has to be dinner,” You stand firm, if only because it makes him sigh like you’re asking him to marry you.

“Not open to negotiations then,” You shake your head, “Alright, have it your way.”

“But we should get lunch too.” You’ll give him that, “All I’ve had today is tea and I’m starved.”

“They’ve got changing rooms here.” Kyle bobs his head like he’s thinking, and tugs at the hem of your sweater, “think we’ve run the course on this jumper.”

You must look confused, before you remember you’re supposed to be changing between dates, because Kyle has to turn his head away from you. He covers up his laugh with a cough that you aren’t buying. It’s cute, sort of makes you want to grab his face just to make him smile at you, to hear him laugh properly. Why the hell is this guy advertising a fake dating service on craigslist?

“I’ll grab some clothes from my car.” You nod.

“No rush,” Kyle says, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You suppose it’s because he walked with you to get clothes from your car that he doesn’t offer you a ride this time. He does make a face when he sees your suitcase in the back seat, but aside from offering to help you move it to the trunk, he doesn’t say anything. It's polite, but you feel the distance of it as you walk back to the changing rooms at the rink. You wish he would have offered. It would be annoying having to pick up your car from the park later, but you’d get to spend the extra time with Kyle, and maybe you wouldn't feel this gnawing like you've done something wrong.

Since Kyle gave you options for your "second" date, you give him options for lunch. You know there aren't any wrong answers, especially when you're just pulling nearby restaurants from off your phone's map, but you're a little disappointed when he picks-

"Let's do the other then," He rescinds his choice.

"What?" You look up at him from your phone.

"Let's go to," He leans close to glance at your phone, "Kategna? I'm probably butchering that." He pulls away and you blink at him, "You seem more excited for it."

"Oh, no, I don't-" You wave a hand, "don't think about me, just pick what seems good to you."

"Kategna sounds good," He reaches a hand to tap his fingers under your chin, it's affectionate and patronizing in equal measure, and it makes your face burn like a wildfire, "besides, I don't want to disappoint my best girl."

You glance at your phone and worry your lip.

"Are you sure?" You ask, "It's- we're going to be eating with our hands, if that's not your style-"

"I'm good with my hands love, don't worry about me." He smiles, "Pick somewhere you like, my treat."

He says it like he hadn't assured you the day was on him just a few hours ago. That doesn't stop it from feeling like a treat. It bubbles in your stomach somewhere between guilty and grateful. You should pay if you're forcing him to go somewhere he doesn't want to. You open your mouth and he presses his finger against your lips.

"Ah ah, I told you, it's on me." He moves his finger to tap your forehead, "Don't want to make me a liar, do you doll?"

"If you want to go somewhere else." You couch.

"I want to go to Kategna." He assures you, "Don't think I've had ethiopian since-" He hums thinking, "-probably second to last deployment? That sounds right."

A million questions pop into your head and are just as quickly squashed by Kyle pulling out his phone. You watch him type in the restaurant's name with a spark of disappointment. The feeling of a good date being over creeps up on you before you can remind yourself that you're heading to the next one. Still, you sort of... miss Kyle already.

"I'll see you there," You mumble, turning to power walk to your car before you can say anything stupid. Best not to examine that feeling too closely.

You thank your lucky stars on being able to park near the restaurant and somehow beat Kyle there. You grab a table and wait.

And wait.

You feel your heart starting to sink. You check your phone and realize you don't have Kyle's number. The server swings by to ask about drinks and you assure both of you that you need a few minutes for Kyle to get there. You're not sure you convince yourself, but the server doesn't say anything so you pretend you've convinced them.

You shouldn't be disappointed. You don't really know Kyle, and this wasn't a real date. You had a good time skating, got a decent kiss out of it, and now he's realized you're not worth the trouble of a full day. It hurts, how quickly the feeling of inadequacy seems to creep in. Familiar as an old wound.

You check your phone, reasoning that you'll give him another five minutes when you've already given him ten.

Fifteen minutes.

You resolve to try and enjoy the food by yourself when Kyle finally shows up. He's a little out of breath, and his arm is bent behind his back. It's enough to make you pause, your finger pointing at a tomato salad on the menu and your eyes wide. The server even seems surprised. You're not sure you appreciate that, but your bruised pride swells with relief seeing Kyle hurry to pull out the chair across from you.

"Sorry, love." He huffs. You give him a weak smile, trying not to show the hurt you'd been inflicting on yourself, and he holds out a bouquet. "Saw a shop on my way here," He explains, "thought I'd be quicker."

"Oh." You blink at the flowers. They're beautiful, blue and white with boxwood's soft green breaking up the petals. Little dots of pink peak through the baby blue of the hydrangeas, and you take the paper wrapped bundle from Kyle with a full breath, trying not to look like you're smelling the fragrant bouquet. You can't even remember Brad buying you flowers, he always said it was too expensive for something that was just going to die.

Kyle isn't even dating you and he bought them on a whim.

"Are you ordering?" He asks, settling in his chair and picking up the menu to glance over.

"I'll give you a moment to look over the menu," the server tells him and Kyle waves him off.

"We'll have an order of the tibs wat, the miser alecha, tikil gomen, and-"

"Sambosas?" You cut in and Kyle gives a short huff of laughter. He folds his menu and hands it to the server.

"And two sambosas."

The server nods and you hand over your menu as well. You've never understood the appeal of having someone order for you, but Kyle was so fluid with it. No stuttering or stopping, barely a glance at the menu, and, well, you're willing to forgive a lot given the bouquet. You have to admit though, his choices are smart. A meat and two vegetarian options. Just in case, your brain tells you, because he hasn’t asked if you eat meat and he’s trying to be considerate.

“Thank you,” You start because you aren’t quite sure what to say, but you can’t stand sitting in silence, “The flowers are really nice.”

“My mum always told me if you’re going to be late you better have something to make up for it.” Kyle smiles, “but I’m sorry if I scared you.”

He plucks the emotion right from your chest. Scared isn’t the first option you’d have chosen if you were him. Angry maybe, you can understand being angry that he’s late, but scared? Were you that easy to read? Or maybe it’s just that clear from your… everything… how used to being cast aside you are. Maybe it’s written on you in big black letters right where everyone can see.

Your teeth find your bottom lip to pick at the chapped skin there. Uncomfortable.

“So what do you do for work?” Kyle asks, picking at a stray thread on his jumper. You shake yourself from your thoughts.

“Nothing special,” You don’t dislike the question, but you hate talking about work, “I do some graphic design work.”

“That must run you into the city a lot, know a couple advertising firms that-”

“I work from home,” You stop him, “mostly. It’s easier, I like the quiet.” Kyle nods like he understands. You wonder if he does, or if he’s just being polite. “What about you, you said you served. What got you into security?”

Kyle’s face falls, something different taking over. There’s a coldness to his expression, a wall being thrown up. It leaves you feeling off balance, guaranteeing a misstep.

“My mate, I uh,” He clears his throat and leans his elbows on the table, hunching his shoulders forward, “watched him get shot in the head, sort of a reality check.”

“Oh my God.” You press a hand to your mouth, “Oh my God Kyle, I’m-”

“You didn’t know,” He waves it off, “Happier in private security-” he reassures you with a smile that doesn’t quite touch his eyes, “-safer than falling out of helos, and I get to take pretty things like you out on the weekend.”

Your body feels like it short circuits, unsure how to take the compliment in the wake of something as tragic as Kyle losing a friend. A memory that you brought up with your poking. God you’re so fucking bad at this. Dating is better left to the people that don’t accidentally bring up the guy’s dead best friend during the getting to know you phase.

“Hobbies?” Kyle asks, reaching for his water. You jump at the chance to talk about yourself. Anything to get the spotlight off Kyle.

“About a million.” You joke, trying to lighten the mood. “I feel like I pick one up and get all the materials just to jump to a different one once I’m ready to start.”

“Roommate must hate that.” Kyle smiles. A wave of relief washes over you seeing a little life return to his eyes.

“Thankfully I don’t have to deal with roommates,” You chat, “my last one was awful, really soured me on living with other people.”

“Don’t tell me that, doll.” Kyle blinks, “pretty thing like you all alone? I’ll worry.”

“Oh no,” You reassure him, “I mean I’m near Tinkham Park, so it’s pretty safe and I lock my door.” Kyle looks relieved and you smile at him to sell your point. “Besides, no one is coming after me.”

You mean it as a joke but Kyle’s brows draw down in confusion.

“Why not? I would.” Something squirms in your stomach, you’re sure he means it as a clumsy compliment especially with the way he winces, so you tamp down the spike of anxiety. “That came out wrong.” He tells you, “You’re beautiful.”

He says it like it’s a fact, like it’ll make you forget the previous sentence. It does. Your cheeks warm and you smile down at your lap with embarrassed glee. Flowers, compliments, a kiss you’re going to daydream over, so far you’d call this a perfect date.

“Let me get a picture.” Kyle’s excitement reminds you, all too clearly, how much of a date this isn’t. He pulls his phone out and you smile as he raises the camera to snap a quick pic. He turns the phone to face you and-

God, you’re not sure if he just got a weird angle or what but you’re seeing a lot of tits in that picture. You glance down at your chest, is your shirt too low? You thought it was cute. Kyle pulls the phone back to look at it with a puzzled expression before it seems to click.

“Oh. Oh!” He taps a few buttons on his phone and tells you, “deleted, how about another one?”

He snaps a few more and swipes through the options before turning the phone back to you.

You’re… pretty, sitting at the table with a wide smile and an excitement behind your eyes that you never saw in any of the photos you took with Brad. You cock your head to the side to inspect in further and deem it worthy when Kyle prods you for an answer.

“Great,” He taps at his phone, “I’ll send it to you.”

“You don’t have my number,” You remind him and he shoots you a devastating grin.

“Then give it to me.”

The server starts setting down plates as you finish enunciating your number, and the smell that hits you makes your stomach growl. Warm, rich spices fill your nose and settle fragrant on your tongue. Saucey meats and soft vegetables, crisp fresh tomatoes and two perfect fried pyramids. You reach for the injera as soon as the server sets a basket of it on the table, unrolling one of the beautifully sour pancakes to start digging in.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling how quickly your eyes go to Kyle’s hands when he tears off a piece of injera for himself. You’re transfixed watching him pinch a piece of chicken and shove the morsel in his mouth. Or maybe it’s the way he licks his lips that does it, pink tongue darting to drag rich sauce off his full lips before dragging along the pad of his thumb. He sucks the digit into his mouth and your stomach drops. You feel a little shudder of something akin to desire ripple through you, chilly but settling warm in the pit of your stomach. His eyes fix on you as he rips another piece of the sour pancake and you rush to pretend you weren’t staring.

Though you can feel his eyes on you just the same as you scoop some of the miser alecha between your fingers and deposit it into your waiting mouth.

It’s embarrassing to think that you put on a show for Kyle, licking the drip of curried sauce off your fingers with a greedy tongue before ripping off another piece. It feels good to be watched. You feel wanted in a way you haven’t before, and when you suck at the tibs wat that lingers on your finger you smile at Kyle and ask him: “What?”

“Nothing,” He swallows, going back to his own meal, “Just looking.”

Your mouth moves with your smile, trying to settle on an expression that isn’t as excited as you feel. You’re not sure it works, or that he doesn’t see the way your eyes dart back to the food after staring at his mouth.

It was so soft when he’d kissed you.

You pull out your phone and get a quick photo of the spread, Kyle’s fingers dipping the injera into the timatim salad in the top of frame. It’s a necessary distraction from the gnawing hunger that seems to creep into you. One you don’t think will be settled with food, or settled any time soon.

Fake date and all.

You and Kyle spend longer than you’d anticipated at the little Ethiopian restaurant, eating and chatting. Firstly because you’d ordered another serving of tibs wat after Kyle had nearly licked the plate clean, and secondly because it had taken so long to decide on another activity.

You have plenty of time to kill before dinner, and you feel woefully unprepared to plan an afternoon date.

You settle on a crappy action flick with absolutely abysmal reviews. It takes you as long to actually pick the damn thing as it took to decide to see a movie, so you’re making great time. Mostly you pick it because neither of you seem particularly interested in it, and if it sucks at least it’ll give you something to talk about afterwards.

You like talking to Kyle. There’s something so easy about it, as natural as breathing. The conversation flows like you’ve known him forever, and you find yourself talking more than you’re used to, answering questions and filling in blanks for him about your life. It’s only when you get in your car a third time that you realize, he hasn’t really told you anything about himself.

You know he was in the military, that he lost someone close to him, and that he’s in security now. You know that he prefers salty over sweet snacks, and that he prefers to wake up early. You know that he has sisters, and that’s about it. It feels like a lot, but… is it? It’s somewhere above surface level, like answers from a dating questionnaire. Enough to give the impression of a person without actually showing you the full picture.

You resolve to ask him about himself more at dinner. You don’t think you’ll have much room for conversation during the movie.

You pull up to the theater and wave when Kyle pulls up right beside you. He smiles and you smile back. Easy. Things are easy with Kyle and you’re wasting your time overthinking, as usual.

It’s a nice distraction when he takes your hand walking into the theater and you feel your brain hiccup as his thumb sweeps over the back of your knuckles. The casual affection makes you want to press for more from a man you barely know. Kyle barely seems to notice, too busy poking at the little ticket ordering screen to pick your seats. You miss the way his finger hovers over the back row of chairs before picking something closer to the middle as you glance at the screen.

“Oh wow this thing is empty.” You laugh, “must be pretty bad.”

“I hope so,” Kyle jokes, “Need something I can force my mates to watch later.”

You grab onto the opportunity to learn more about him.

“Do you and your friends have movie nights?”

“Only when we find something really bad,” He tells you with a smile, “Popcorn?”

You glance at the concession stand and shake your head. “I’m full from lunch.”

Kyle hums, “Me too, we’ll have to go back some time.”

“For sure.” You agree. You try not to think too hard about how going again implies another date, maybe a real one. Of course there is the very real possibility of Kyle just being polite. He’s a nice guy you doubt he’d say ‘I’ll go back but not with you’ to your face.

That thought takes some of the wind out of your sails as you trail behind Kyle to the theater.

You’re halfway to wondering if he even notices when his hand finds yours and he tugs you to walk with him.

“Wouldn’t want you getting lost,” he whispers, “we’ve got a date later.”

You smile and let him lead you to the empty theater.

You enjoy watching Kyle squint at the ticket stubs to try and determine what number your seats are, and sit down only to realize you’re far too early for this movie. The lights aren’t even half-dimmed yet, and the screen is glowing with some silent ad for the concession stand in the lobby.

You check your phone to see how much time is left until previews and Kyle leans close to your side.

“Picture time?” He asks.

“Oh, no, I just wanted to see what time it was.” You lock your phone and settle it on your lap. You’re with someone, it would be rude to be on your phone.

“I should’ve found a sooner showtime,” Kyle grimaces.

“It’s fine!” You don’t want to seem disagreeable, “Just don’t know what to do with our time.”

“Don’t wanna talk to me?” Kyle hums. When you look at him he’s got this strange smile, an emotion clear but unreadable. It shudders down your spine like cold water.

“I’ve been doing a lot of talking.” You admit, and earn another hum. Kyle leans close, and tips his head.

“Ask me something sweetheart.”

He’s so close, so definite with his command, that you struggle not to comply. Favorite colors and foods. Where did he meet his mates (met them while serving). What branch was he in (Special Air Service). What did they do (classified). His answers are short and definite and when you struggle to come up with another Kyle takes over.

What sort of food do you like? Really, no allergies then? Oh, is that common in your family? That’s interesting. You don’t say. Tell me more.

Again you find yourself talking and talking.

“I’m not really sure what sort of photo to get,” You admit, as another couple files into the theater, “Just a dark theater? The screen?”

“Just focus on me touching you,” Kyle smiles and you’re a little confused by his phrasing until he moves.

Kyle’s hand settles on your thigh, the position of it is polite, but it still feels overly familiar. You snap a few pictures and lock your phone again, expecting him to move his hand as the lights flick off. You turn to him to- you don’t know, say something, and he raises a finger to his mouth. You shut your mouth tight again and face forward to watch the movie.

You’re barely ten minutes in when his thumb starts to rub at your thigh. Soft circles that make you tense. It’s affectionate. Too affectionate for a veritable stranger, but when you turn to him again to ask him to move he shushes you. You curl your fingers into fists and try not to squirm when he starts rubbing again. His hand is big and warm on your thigh, his fingers resting just slightly too far along the inside of your jeans for you to ignore.

You shift in your seat in the hopes that’ll make him move and all it does is slide his hand further up your thigh. Just a few centimeters, but it’s enough to move it away from what you’d call polite. The rub of his thumb feels infinitely higher, and your body seems to zero in on the feeling.

Warmth starts to flicker between your legs, your stomach clenching pleasantly as your skin bristles with the movement of Kyle’s thumb. Such a simple touch, and yet it’s sent your body into high-alert.

You can’t suppress the shiver that tracks down your spine, and again the motion shifts the placement of his hand. You feel the hover of his fingers where they trace the inside of your thigh like a phantom brush against your cunt. He hasn’t even moved them, hasn’t done more than circle his thumb against denim, and yet your pussy pulses with the need to feel him press his fingers against it. You can almost feel it, can almost imagine the bump of his knuckles against your clothed cunt.

He’s been so polite, he’d probably apologize for it, even though you both know you’re the one that can’t stay still.

You can’t help the slight push of your hips, into the sensation and --as if on cue-- Kyle’s pinky bumps the warmth between your legs. Your body flushes with heat.

He leans close, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he slides his hand back towards your knee, “Sorry love,” He whispers, and you feel his breath like a touch, “can’t see in here.”

He squeezes your thigh as he leans away and again a shiver tumbles through you. It must be freezing in this theater.

His thumb doesn’t rub, but his fingers are closer to the inside seam of your jeans and splayed wide. His pinky draws towards his ring finger in what you’re sure is just him making his grip more comfortable, but your body follows the trail of it like a bloodhound. Your skin lights up at the short movement and you find yourself hoping he’ll do it again.

You stay resolutely still and try to focus on the movie. You- you have no idea what’s happening.

Kyle spreads his fingers wide again, applying the gentlest pressure as he stretches in his seat. The drag of his touch is intoxicating, it sucks your attention back to it with the slightest movement. You ache for more, for his hand to creep higher, to feel the press of his fingers against your cunt. Even through the layers of fabric you’re sure you’d be able to find some relief in them. Selfishly you shift in your seat, scoot down ever so slightly in the hopes it’ll nudge his grip higher.

You could chart the path of his hand down to the millimeter.

You’ve never been more happy for a nearly empty theater than when his thumb starts moving again. Except when the rest of his hand follows.

You have to stop from sucking in a breath when he shifts his grip and his fingers start a short devastating path over the inside seam of your jeans. A soft idle motion, back and forth, almost thoughtless. Well, thoughtless for Kyle. It’s all you can think about.

It’s too far up your thigh, right where the denim is stretched and thin against your skin. The touch almost tickles, feather light and blisteringly hot. Or maybe it’s the goosebumps that it sends over your skin that makes the rest of you feel cold. You can’t say for certain, only that your brain latches onto it and transfers the sensation to the needy thing between your legs.

All you can think of is the way he’d drag his fingers over your cunt, would it be with this same soft teasing touch or would he be more focused. You can almost transfer the sensation, the short rub against your thigh trailing higher, until he’s rubbing at your clit, teasing you through the fabric of your jeans and leaning close to whisper-

“I’ll be right back.” You jerk from your daydream as Kyle’s breath hits your cheek and try not to look like you’re scrambling away from the poor guy. An explosion on screen lights up the furrow of his brow as you collect yourself. Probably thinks he startled you from watching the movie. “Bathroom.” He explains, and you nod quickly.

He squeezes your thigh before he gets up and you watch him go to make sure he isn’t running from you.

You press your hands against your face when you’re sure he’s out of the theater and let out a little air scream.

Get a fucking grip, you tell yourself furiously. This is ridiculous. Kyle’s been nothing but sweet to you on these fake --you repeat that part to yourself a few times for good measure-- dates, and- oh my God is that all it takes for you? Being treated well? A little idle affection?

You press your hands harder against your face and take a deep breath, before dropping your hands down to your lap to try and readjust your focus onto the movie.

It takes a few minutes for you to realize it, but this movie sucks.

Luckily by the time you realize that Kyle’s sliding back into his chair.

He leans over the seat and you tip your head for him to stay close. “What did I miss?” He asks.

“A couple really bad one-liners,” You whisper back, turning to catch his ear, “I’m trying to figure out the layout of this hotel.”

“Whatever works for the plot probably.” Kyle’s voice has something warm at the edge of it, a hint of laughter that makes you smile.

“This movie sucks,” You tell him and feel the sharp exhale of laughter against your neck as you see his shoulders shake in the dark.

“Yeah, it does.” He agrees, his voice tight with that suppressed laugh. You think.

You decide to grab a drink after the movie. Mostly to kill time before dinner, but also to give you time to change. You’d forgotten that the bathrooms were past the ticket taker at the theater, so once you’d left it was either find another bathroom or attempt to change in your car. You picked drinks. It was near the restaurant anyway.

Except you’re not sure you grabbed the right clothes once you see the restaurant. It looks fancy.

Kyle stands with you to chat as you dig through the suitcase in your trunk. You pull out a dress and make a face.

“Want some help?”

“No I- maybe?” You wince, “I don’t know if what I have works for dinner.”

Kyle nudges you with his arm and you shuffle to the side to let him dig through your clothes. He’s purposeful about it, his eyes scanning each piece that he touches before finally pulling out one of the dresses at the bottom.

“This one,” He tells you, handing you the dress. You’re reminded suddenly of this morning when he’d told you, your dinner dress was “his pick,” and take the garment with a small smile.

“You want to do my makeup too Mr. Fashion?” You joke. Something flashes in his eyes and your stomach flips.

“If you’re offering.” The rumble of his voice is lower, devastatingly so, and it simmers hot in your stomach. He isn’t joking. “My sisters used to make me do their makeup,” He tells you, stepping closer, “I’m good at it.”

You feel boxed in. The corner of your car just barely catches your hand as you drop it to your side, and hurriedly raise it again to keep your dress from getting dirty.

“Let me dress you up, doll.” He pleads, his smile warmer, more friendly. There’s something in the flash of his teeth when he offers though that feels… calculating.

“I’m-” You try to think of a way to deny him, “You don’t want to sit in the bathroom with me for that, do you?”

He sits you at the bar instead, lays out the minimal makeup you’d brought and touches your face with soft hands. He tips your chin up and you close your eyes a little too tightly at the feeling. You’re not used to this, it feels strange and you’re not sure you like it.

“Hold still for me.” Kyle murmurs to you.

“What if I want a drink?” You try to joke.

“Then you ask me for one.” He responds easily, and you hear the squeeze of your tinted moisturizer. His fingers sweep over your cheeks, over your chin, down your nose and across your forehead. Rubbing in the blurring color before leaving you. You open your eyes enough to see him toying with the concealer you’d brought.

“We’ll need to get better supplies.” He mumbles to himself and you shut your eyes again from him to dot the little wand under your eyes and against your eyelids. Eyeshadow, precise eyeliner. It’s cold and practiced. It makes you think he’s done this before, maybe on more than just his sisters. It’s not until he gets to your lips that you start feeling off. His breathing is even but heavier somehow, his touches linger, and his breath skates across your skin. He’s close to you, and you can feel the heat that radiates from him.

His thumb finds your mouth, and tugs at your lip. You open for him, and wonder why he didn’t just ask. Only to feel the pad of his thumb press down against your tongue.

It’s brief, but it startles you, and you jerk away. Your eyes fly open and he’s holding up your favorite lipstick, looking like you’re getting jumpy for no reason. His hand is settled in his lap and his brows are raised.

“I can do it.” You insist and grab the metal tube from him. Your hands shake as you unlock your phone and try to apply your lipstick in the mirror image on screen.

Kyle watches you like a hawk.

You’re shown to your table almost as soon as you walk in the door. The restaurant is beautiful, softly lit by chandeliers with cream colored tablecloths and plates edged with gold. The sort of place you’ve always wanted to visit but never had the chance. Every inch of the place speaks to a level of class and sophistication that was always out of reach when you were with Brad. He never wanted to spend more than was necessary, but Kyle-

Kyle…

Your head is still reeling from Kyle’s makeup application, the firm guiding hand he’d used to turn your head, the gentle touch of the brush as it swept over your eyelids. It should have felt more relaxing, right? But something about it had set you on edge, something flinty and cold in the warm umber of his eyes that had made you think twice about relaxing around him. Then his thumb against your tongue…

You’re starting to think you’d imagined his finger in your mouth. He wouldn’t do that, right? Kyle’s nice; sweet. You like him, and you just got caught up in the moment. You were looking for something wrong, something devious in a man who had been nothing but kind to you, because you were treated so badly by your ex.

Obviously.

He doesn’t act like anything is wrong, or like he did anything wrong. Kyle acts exactly as he has been all day. He’s kind, considerate, he pulls your chair out for you and orders a bottle of wine before the server leaves, he’s exactly the same.

You must have imagined it.

But you can’t get the feeling of pressure off your tongue.

You stare at the menu without really reading it, the crisp heavyweight paper on a leather bound board provides you no aid. You can’t get your brain to focus on the black lettering for long enough to absorb anything it’s telling you.

If you did imagine it, what does that say about you? That you’re so touch starved it’s almost consumptive? Or maybe that you want Kyle to be pushy with his touching? More pushy, at least. More touchy in a way that feels more provocative than platonic. Anticipatory and intentional. You want him to touch you in a way that says “I want this, I want you, and I’m willing to take a risk to make it happen.”

God help you if you’re developing a public play kink, you really don’t need that right now.

“See anything you like?” Kyle asks, setting his menu down. Your eyes train on the way he laces his fingers together and sets his hands on the menu to lean closer to you. He’s changed the rings he’s wearing again. Gold bands that sit on his middle and ring finger on one hand, pinky and pointer on the other. The warm yellow metal flashes like starlight against his dark skin. You wonder what it would feel like against your tongue, clicking against your teeth…

You rip your eyes from his hands to meet his gaze, your face is warm and you feel a little embarrassed. You can’t say why. You weren’t staring at anything bad, and if this is all in your imagination then Kyle would have no reason to suspect what you were thinking about. Still, you can’t shake the feeling of being caught doing something wrong. So you shake your head.

“I don’t know, it all looks good.” A non-committal answer, you look at the menu to try and see if you can parse any of it on a second try.

There’s a salad that looks good, one or two mains that you might enjoy. No prices on anything. That stops you, you glance at Kyle. He’s still looking at you, a smile creeping onto his face.

“There’s no wrong answer, love.” He tells you, reaching across the table to press your menu down, “Show me what you’re looking at.”

Your eyes trace his fingers where they settle against the paper before drifting down to what you’d been looking at.

“This maybe,” You point at one of the mains you’d been eyeing, then over to the other, “or this.”

“Anything else?” He prods. You give him a look and watch his teeth catch his lip as he smiles. “I’m happy sharing if you can’t decide.”

Panic slices through you. Share? This is a nice restaurant, you can’t share.

Kyle’s hand covers yours where you’re starting to pick at the edge of the menu.

“We can switch plates if that makes you more comfortable.” He offers, “I’m not picky, if you want to try something I’ll get it.”

“That’s not fair to you, I’m fine with-”

“I want to do it,” Kyle cuts you off. “I get to try two things, and you’re happy no matter what.”

“I-”

You’re interrupted by your server bringing the bottle of wine Kyle ordered. He plunges a needle like device into the top and pops the cork before handing it off to Kyle for inspection. It must pass whatever metric Kyle has because the server sets two glasses on the table and pours you each a healthy serving.

You take your glass to taste the wine before you realize Kyle is ordering for both of you, again. That yummy sounding salad with strawberries and green apple, and both of the mains you’d shown him.

You hadn’t even asked what he wanted.

You set the wine down as discomfort gnaws at your stomach and Kyle lets the server run off with your order.

“I didn’t even ask what you wanted.” You whisper, leaning over the table to try and grab Kyle’s attention.

“I told you already, love,” He insists, “I’m not picky, and even if I was you have good taste.”

You raise a hand to cover your face and drop it just as fast when Kyle arches a brow at you. No hiding from him, or your shame.

“Well,” You fish for something to assuage your guilt with, “what do you like to eat?” You add on quickly, “For next time.”

Kyle’s eyes flick down to your plate, you hadn’t even noticed your server stealing the menu away, and then back to your face. He schools something behind his eyes before you can parse what it is, and for some reason you desperately want it back. A heat that he’d squashed before it could burst into a fire. Tempering himself.

“Learned to take what I could get when I was serving,” He tells you with a sly smile, “but sweet things like you fill me up just fine.”

You feel yourself burst with heat.

Idle flirting, you tell yourself as you try to subtly fan your face. Kyle laughs and despite any trepidation you may have had around the sound, any fear he was making fun of you keeps its head down.

He grabs your hand and pulls it to hold his over the table.

“I’m teasing, love.” He leans to press his lips against your knuckles, and smooths out the tickle with his thumb, “Wouldn’t do anything like that in a place like this.”

Where would he do it then, you wonder. His house maybe? Maybe your flat? Oh God, do you want him to come back to your flat? Is that even an appropriate thing to want? Would he care?

Kyle’s thumb keeps rubbing at your knuckles, his smile even and kind. Nothing about you seems to fluster or surprise him. You sort of like that. You haven’t had to temper yourself or push yourself down to be someone else with him. And he hasn’t asked you to.

“So, what are we going to talk about now?” Kyle asks.

Sports, it turns out. The first time you’ve gotten Kyle talking all day, the first time he hasn’t directed it back to you, and it’s about sports. Rugby specifically, apparently he and his friends play on a rec team.

It’s such a masculine thing that you don’t know why it surprises you.

Maybe it’s how gentle Kyle’s been with you all day, the lack of aggression when you’d been knocked over at the park, but seeing him talk so animatedly about his hobby you’re pleasantly surprised. He smiles so wide as he tells you stories about injuries, and his mate “Soap” who can’t go a season without twinging his knee.

Honestly, you might be more surprised to hear him talking so much, but it’s nice. His voice rumbles at a pleasantly low register as he leans over the table to talk to you. His eyes sparkle and his lips seem to form every syllable with perfect precision, as if his mouth can’t help giving each letter the same courtesy of speech. It’s chatter enough to give you a break from speaking, but still feels like a conversation. You’re allowed to ask questions here, to prod into stories about his life outside of whatever box he’s restricted your answers to, and you do freely.

By the time your server brings your food, Kyle doesn’t feel like a stranger. In fact your brain has squarely put him in the category “boyfriend material.” If he talked about you with the same enthusiasm you might die.

You give the server a quick thank you as they place your food in front of you, and you settle your napkin in your lap. Kyle’s hand drops to his lap as he does the same and knocks his fork to the floor. The huff he lets out is one of good natured annoyance as he ducks under the table to fetch it. He passes the dirty fork to the server and they promise to return with a clean one.

Kyle pours you another glass of wine as he waits and you sip at it for something to do. It’s only polite to wait for him to be able to eat before you tuck in. Plus a little liquid confidence never hurt anyone.

You take a longer sip when Kyle looks to take his new fork from the server and feel the warm tingle of alcohol slipping into your veins. You’ve spent all day with this guy and he still makes you nervous, though the reason has shifted from this morning. Your stomach flutters with butterflies instead of rolling with a sense of danger, and though that little voice in the back of your head nags that this guy is still a stranger you’re able to shrug it off easily.

It's anticipatory nerves. You’re waiting for something to happen, for the other shoe to drop, and now that the day is almost over you’re worried there may not have been any shoes in the first place. Kyle is exactly what he’s presented himself to be, a gentleman who wants to give you a good day. A good date, you amend. It’s been a fantastic date, even if the point of it hasn’t been to get to know each other as much as to get revenge on your ex.

The thought reminds you to snap a picture of dinner, and as you tug your phone from your purse Kyle reaches across the table to refill your wine. It makes for a great shot, your ��new man” giving you a generous pour of a nice bottle of wine with a table full of gourmet food. The only thing you’re missing is two dozen roses and a jewelry box and this would scream “upgrade.”

You wonder if you could get the bouquet Kyle got you from the car.

He sets the wine back in its place and takes your hand as you settle your phone back in your purse. He raises his wine glass with a prompting look for you to do the same.

“To a wonderful date,” Kyle says, tapping his wine glass against yours, “I’ve enjoyed every minute.”

“You’ve been amazing.” You tell him pulling your glass back to take a drink. “I think every woman on earth will be jealous of these pictures.”

Kyle hums and sets his glass down to start cutting into his food. He spears a bite with his fork and holds it out to you.

“Open,” He offers and you lean forward to let him place it on your tongue. It’s delicious, and the look Kyle gives you as you pull away could fuel your wet dreams for months.

You grab your wine and down it, trying to drown the memory of Kyle’s thumb pressing down against your tongue, that same command to open bouncing through your head.

Kyle pours you another helping with a smile, and pretends to sip at his own glass.

You’re feeling pleasantly tipsy by the time you finish dinner and Kyle finishes signing the check. Your body buzzes warmly with wine, and your head is just fuzzy enough to notice without making you sleepy. You’re right at that stage of alcohol consumption where your brain is pumping out feel good hormones and you’re itching to be touched.

Kyle’s hand slides across the small of your back as you stand, and you feel your nerves light up at the touch. Then feel the heat of his hand drip down your spine to pool between your legs. You can still remember how his fingers had slid over your thigh earlier, and a shiver slips through you. You want more than just casual touching.

“Cold?” Kyle asks, pulling you closer against his side.

“Not really,” You tell him, though you see no reason why that would stop you from cuddling up against him. Big warm man.

“I had a really great time tonight,” Kyle says, steering you towards your car. You pout. Those are the date wrap up words.

“Me too.” You wish it didn’t have to end.

“Can I walk you to your car?” Kyle offers, though it’s pointless to ask when he’s already doing it. It still makes you smile, makes you nod.

It’s quiet walking back to your car. You feel like you’re dragging your feet, trying to find some way to linger in the moment before you leave and never see Kyle again. This day, this date, has been perfect. It needs a perfect ending.

You stop at your car and turn to face Kyle. He looks… conflicted. His brows drawn with worry and his jaw clenched. You don’t think he wants it to end either.

Emboldened by the alcohol you get your second bad idea of the day.

You grab his shirt and drag him close to kiss him.

And he grabs you like he’s been waiting for this for years.

He's rougher this time when he kisses you. His hands wander to grab at your waist, your hips, your thighs, squeezing and pulling like he could engulf you in the feeling. You can barely breathe, your nose stuffed full of that sweet earthy scent and the slight sour note of sweat as Kyle's tongue pushes into your mouth. Your stomach flips and heat pulses between your legs as he strokes his tongue against yours, teasing you into a lapping dance that you struggle to follow. Your head spins from the alcohol, it has to be the alcohol.

The pulse in your core tightens pleasantly, a rapid contraction that makes your breath puff from you in a short, humiliating, half moan. And Kyle licks it from your lips, drags his tongue against the lipstick you'd applied and pulls it across to your cheek. Your lips part and you stick out your tongue to follow his lead, your tipsy brain only half following the steps, only for him to meet your tongue with a hunger you didn't know men could have. Not for you, at least.

You arch into his hold, feeling the firmness of his chest against yours, as he pushes his knee between your legs. You’re pinned to the trunk of your car and as your back arches against the lid of your trunk you wonder what Kyle would do if you bent over it. He probably wouldn’t fuck you in this fancy restaurant’s carpark. Right? No. But maybe? No.

You shake your head to clear it and feel Kyle press against your hip. The heat of his rigid cock makes you want to rut against his thigh like an animal. God you want him.

“Let me take you home,” He murmurs, dragging his lips over your cheek to nip at your earlobe, “Make you forget your ex.”

“Please.” You mumble, twisting your fingers in his shirt. He kisses you again, and you open for him without prompting. You can’t stop yourself from licking into his mouth, chasing the taste of him as excitement thrums through you. Spending the night with Kyle sounds like a dream come true.

Your ass bumps your car against as your cant your hips against his leg.

Spending the night…

You should grab a change of clothes.

“You’re driving?” You ask, your head fuzzy as you pull away.

Kyle hums, “Don’t think I should let you drive like this.”

That’s fair, you may have had a little too much to drink.

And doesn’t that just make you all the warmer?

Kyle’s been such a fucking gentleman, the idea that he’d take advantage of you like this makes you want to pull his cock out right here. He’s so considerate, offering to drive, offering to make you forget your ex, paying for everything all day- God! God, you just want him to be a little scummy, to have that one little thing that’s wrong with him for your benefit. You want him to make a mess of you because you know he’ll put you back together again.

“Let me grab clothes,” You tug at his hips when he tries to pull away, not eager to let him move too far when you’re buzzing like this. Still, you have to be an adult.

You pop the trunk and grab a dress from your suitcase. You’re in a hurry, and you’ll be back for your car later, who cares if you’re a little fancy tomorrow?

Kyle’s hands slip over your ass and you push back into the feeling.

“Fuck me you’ve got a nice ass.”

You giggle at Kyle’s groaned compliment, and straighten up to watch him adjust himself as you slam the trunk shut.

“Your place?” You remind him, and he slides his hand into place against your back to guide you to his car.

Those wonderful fingers stroke over your panties the entire drive, teasing your sopping cunt and dragging down your bare thighs. His body presses you against the elevator wall, his lips trailing over your neck and his teeth nipping at your pulse as you climb to his flat. His hands barely leave your hips long enough to unlock the door and even once it’s open he all but shoves you toward the bedroom.

You try to get his fly open as soon as you get inside, but-

“Want to fuck you properly,” He insists, “like you deserve.”

You’re not going to argue with that.

Especially not when he strips his shirt off as soon as he flicks the lights on in his bedroom. All that firm muscle you’d felt earlier in the day on full display, with a nice smattering of hair down his chest to the fly of his trouser, it makes your mouth water. You’re all too quick to follow in stripping, the alcohol making you feel bold. Kyle’s eyes rake over you, and the burst of heat that follows their path makes you feel sexy; wanted. When’s the last time a man looked at you like that? Like he’d walk through Hell just for a photo of you.

He’s quick with his trousers, tugs his boxers down with them and kicks them to the side with his shoes.

Your eyes follow his hands, stopping on the flash of metal that peeks out from the dark foreskin at the head of his half-hard cock. Your mouth waters. You’ve never wanted to blow someone so badly in your life. Kyle looks down and smiles.

“Was worried it might scare you off,” He confesses. The knowledge that you could worry him sparks in your chest pleasantly.

“Not scared,” You mumble, watching him settle on the bed and wrap a hand around his cock. He strokes it, watching you, and you feel the air settle on your heated skin.

“Want to taste it?” He asks, and you fall to your knees so quickly it hurts. You must wince because Kyle reaches for you with concerned eyes, and pulls you up from the floor onto the bed.

“Get comfortable baby,” He advises, “you’re not going anywhere.”

As if to demonstrate Kyle scoots to lay back against the pillows, spreading his legs wide enough for you to crawl between them and settle on your stomach. Definitely more comfortable. Your knees will thank you.

You spit on your hand and wrap it around Kyle’s cock, giving him a testing stroke before you lean close to drag your tongue up his length. He’s so warm and thick in your hand, you wonder how he’ll feel stretching you out.

“Fuck,” Kyle hisses when you flick your tongue against the piercing that works it’s way through the head of his gorgeous cock, “ dirty girl.” A flush of heat ripples over you, and you drag your tongue against the metal again, letting those two words work their way through you again and again.

You open your mouth, hold your tongue out to drag long slow licks over the head of Kyle’s cock, letting him watch the wiggle of your tongue, the twist of the ring and the pump of your hand. It feels like magic watching his pupils dilate in the low light, his teeth gritting before his head drops back and his hand finds its way into your hair.

“Filthy,” He mutters, “perfect beautiful, filthy girl.” He takes a breath and his fingers tighten in your hair, his head raising as he adjusts the pillows behind his head. “You like it?” He asks and you- God you feel bold, feel like proving him right, you take his cockhead into your mouth and close your lips around it with a pleased hum.

Praise was always what got you, but now you were wondering if that’s just because you heard it so rarely. Kyle had showered you with affection all day, and now to hear even the slightest dirty talk from him you feel like you’ll burst into flames.

You flick your tongue against the ring, tasting the metal and the salt of his skin, yeah you like it.

Your eyes cross a little looking at the ring that sits at the base of his cock, the piercing you still haven’t quite figured out, but desperately want to press your nose against.

“Feels even better inside of you,” Kyle presses, his hand giving the slightest pressure, encouraging more than demanding you to take more of him.

Your eyes flutter closed and you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock as you bob your head down his length. The skin is soft under your tongue, soft and warm. His cock twitches against your tongue, and you hollow your cheeks to suck, unwilling to hit your gag reflex so soon. You want to be good for him, to make this good for him, and your head is still swimming just enough from the alcohol that you’re unwilling to risk gagging.

Soft mouth, you think to yourself as Kyle tells you.

“That’s it love, just as much as you can take.” He wraps his hand over yours and pumps it up and down his length as you bob your head to meet his fingers. Your nose bumps his fist and the flutter in your stomach clenches hard enough to force a needy little whine from you.

Kyle’s grip on your head tightens to an almost painful degree and holds you in place, his hand stroking up to press against your lips as you try to swallow around the cock on your tongue. You mouth fills with saliva and each bump against your lips makes you feel like it’ll leak out, already you can feel drool starting to slick at the corners.

Kyle pulls you off and tells you, “spit” before you can do anything else. The command in his voice is too strong to ignore, and though it feels humiliating you let your spit drip onto the head of his cock. He holds you there, hovering above it, watching the rivulets of it drip down the length only to be caught in the stroke of your layered fingers.

“So good at following orders, aren’t you, doll?” You nod and it pulls at Kyle’s grip, the short bursts of pain doing nothing to dissuade you from attempting to get him in your mouth again.

You hold your tongue out to catch the ring of his Prince Albert with the tip of your tongue, the warm metal so tantalizingly close and yet so far away. The slick pump of your spitty fingers fills the room. The push of his foreskin against the flared head with each stroke makes your mouth water. You wonder, if you ask, will he come on your face? Do you want him to come on your face? To paint you with ropes of warm come only to sweep it off with his fingers and push it into your all too eager mouth? You do. You really do.

Which must show on your face, because Kyle groans and squeezes your fingers tight around his cock.

“Come up here love, let me taste you.”

You pull off his cock with a pop and lap at the pre-come starting to bead around his piercing. The bitter fluid and the metal tang burst on your tongue and you find yourself distracted circling your tongue over his slit. Kyle tugs at you, and you’re forced to crawl up his deliciously toned body.

He helps you settle your knees on either side of your head, and before your brain can lodge a single syllable of worry over being too heavy for him, his hands have clamped onto your thighs and pulled you against his mouth.

The noise that leaves you is absolutely sinful. Half shocked cry, half moan, as his lips close around your clit and suck, pulling the tight bud with a pressure that makes you want to buck. Your hands find the edge of the headboard and grab on, your chin dropping to your chest to watch the way Kyle’s eyes lid with pleasure at the first taste of you.

His tongue cards flat through your folds, a leisurely stroke that feels like it’s prepping your body for the firm roll of his tongue against your clit. Back and forth and around, circling your clit with determined strokes only to lick over it, each roll making heat pulse through your core. Pleasure clenches in your stomach, making you gasp at the focused lap of his tongue.

Kyle groans, his tongue leaving your clit to lick between your folds and tease at the entrance of your cunt. Gentle pressure that strokes at the soft wet skin, teasing the edge of your pussy until you’re ready to beg for him to push it inside. Your back curls, and you lean your forehead against the edge of the headboard, your traitorous hips rocking into the roll of Kyle’s tongue.

His nose bumps against your clit and a quiet noise escapes your throat. He tips his head back to direct his attention back to the sensitive bud. His tongue traces patterns over your clit, flicking against it until the jolts of pleasure leave you panting, your hips jerking with each move of his tongue. Your cunt feels like it’s melting.

Each touch to your clit zips up your spine and drags back down to pool between your legs, your cunt fluttering and clenching around nothing as your brain attempts to keep up with the stimulation. Kyle’s mouth is like a furnace, stroking wet heat over your core in long luxurious licks that drag slick up and down your slit. The prick of his mustache against sensitive skin as he turns to wipe his lips against your thigh tickles, but all you can focus on is how wet his mouth is.

His teeth tease the soft skin of your inner thigh, and your stomach flips. You try to mentally will him to bite, to mark you with that sharp pain that will slip like water through your veins and make you all the more pliant for him. Instead, those neat white points trail back to your cunt, and scrape over your clit with a pleased hum. You gasp, and shudder against his mouth.

Kyle kisses your cunt with tongue and gently nipping teeth, bringing heat rushing to your cunt until it’s positively tingling with the need for more; the need to be filled. His thumbs rub against your skin in gentle soothing circles, attempting to make up for the iron grip that the rest of his fingers have on you. His hands are spread wide and greedy, pulling you into place and holding you there. You can offer no resistance, but why would you want to? Kyle’s mouth is wickedly clever and you think of the way his tongue had twisted against yours as it wiggles against your clit, edging you closer and closer to orgasm.

And you can feel yourself start to give. The attention to your clit makes your legs shake, muscles starting to pulse and pull tight with your need. Your hips jerk and thrust against his mouth, your body desperate for more. Your breath comes quick, your moans grow louder, your vision blurs as your eyes roll. You shudder and shake as your cunt clenches tight and releases. You try to focus on the feeling, to will the orgasm to happen.

Sparks of pleasure that make your stomach flip and your legs shake. Your poor pussy desperately squeezing like a vice as if that will be enough to fill it up. And Kyle’s mouth working over you like he’s never enjoyed anything more.

His tongue buries itself inside your tight cunt, and he shakes his head to rub his nose against your clit. The low groan that purrs against your heated skin makes your legs clench, and when he drags his tongue back up to wrap his lips around your clit you come.

Your body curls in on itself and your hands shoot from the headboard to grip at his hair. Your legs shake and you let out a pathetic whimpering moan that seems to build louder, higher, with each encouraging lick to your clit. Your pussy clenches hard, tight, tight, tight, and then releases with a flutter as you squeeze your eyes shut and try not to crush Kyle’s head between your thighs.

Kyle’s grip shifts and in a flurry of movement you’re flipped into your back on the mattress. Your knees hook over Kyle’s shoulders and you slip off to bounce against the bed with a shriek before his hands are pressing against the back of your thighs, his eyes trained on your cunt as he slides that perfect cock over your wet folds. Your hands fly to grab his wrists, to slide over his forearms, up his biceps, to claw at his shoulders as he leans his weight onto you and folds you in half.

The head of his cock catches your entrance, and pushes inside.

Your breath stops, held back by the burn of stretch as your cunt is filled. Kyle’s cock works you open centimeter by centimeter, pressing in and in until your chest feels locked too tight to do anything but make your mouth gape like a fish. His hips press flush against your ass, his hands squeeze your thighs. His hips pull back and thrust into you hard, hitting some delicious bundle of nerves that makes you throw your head back as your back arches to try and push him deeper.

The air rushes back into your lungs in time to hear Kyle’s low moan join your own high pitched,

“Fuck!”

You can feel his piercing nudging against your walls, pressing with the head of his cock against that deep throbbing part of you that sparks with a mixture of pain and pleasure that makes your head spin. You can barely get a breath in around the thrust of Kyle’s hips, can’t think of anything but ‘too much’ and ‘not enough’ and ‘more, more, more.’ You rake your nails down Kyle’s chest, scrambling to find purchase as your hips start to ache with the strain of being forced into position.

The sound of wet skin against skin fills the room, accenting the fever pitch of your moans, punched out with each slap of Kyle’s hips against you. His cock feels like it’s reaching your stomach, twisting you into knots that spill molten heat into your limbs until they start to shudder from the strain. Your head is fuzzy with pleasure, unthinking and uncaring about anything but the slick slide of cock in and out of your cunt.

He’s so warm, his skin is so fucking warm, and his piercing tugs at the rim of your entrance as he pulls out to slap his thick cock against your still buzzing clit.

“Pretty thing,” He coos, “tell me what you want.”

Your breath shudders, sparks splintering through you with each slap against your clit. The pain is dull, but the humiliation of watching him toy with you makes heat bloom over your cheeks.

“Fuck me,” You whimper. You’re not sure if you mean it as a command, or if you mean it simply as an expletive. It doesn’t matter, your pathetic lips form the syllables and Kyle fills in the rest, sliding his cock back home in your needy little cunt.

“Yeah,” He breathes, “that’s all you need isn’t it?” His cock keeps hitting that perfect throbbing spot, pressing into that tight bundle of nerves that feels so impossibly deep, fucking the air out of you until you’re gasping and writhing and all but begging to feel it again. “You want me to keep you, love?” He offers, “Keep you a pretty little doll, nice tight hole always wet for me, not a thought in that pretty head of yours?”

You nod, maybe it’s the alcohol or the desperation to have someone like Kyle want someone like you but when his hand reaches to wrap around your throat, his thumb pressing up against your jaw, you tip your head and tell him, “Yes God!”

You want him to fuck you like this every day, to treat you like a princess and take you through orgasm after orgasm until you can’t take it anymore. You want and you want. You want so badly it feels like it’ll swallow you whole.

“Mine,” Kyle tells you, and you whimper.

“Yes,” You plead, “Yes, yes, yes.”

It shudders through you, arches down your back as you press into his grip. Your legs squeeze together, that aching point pooling through your musculature, working its heated fingers into every corner of you. Kyle works a hand between your thighs and pinches your clit hard; you see stars. Your body jerks and shakes, and you feel a rush of liquid between your legs, hear the wet squelch of it as his cock continues pumping into you as you come.

And come.

When you wake up in the morning it’s to soft sunlight streaming in through gauzy curtains and an empty bed. The duvet is nicely weighted and the sheets are so soft you’re almost tempted to fall asleep again, but the noise of movement from outside the room rouses you enough to sit up and take stock of your surroundings. You hadn’t gotten a good look at Kyle’s place when you’d tumbled in last night but it’s nice. He’s organized and has more of a personal style than you can say for most men.

Worry starts to creep in almost immediately. Had you made the wrong call coming home with him? What if he thought you were easy? Or threw you out now that he’d gotten what he wanted.

Oh my God you don’t have your car. You can’t just leave you’ll have to call an uber back to the restaurant and- Fucking hell, why did you do this? Where’s your common sense? How are you going to get your car? What if it’s been towed, or broken into, or-

Kyle pushes the door open with two mugs of tea clutched in his hands. He looks surprised to see you up, and shoulders the door the rest of the way open with a pleased smile.

“Good morning.” He says, that same gentle, eager, tone he’d used to take you home last night making your brain fuzzy. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” You fumble for the correct response, “I, um- thanks. For letting me sleep over.”

“Of course,” Kyle sets a mug with little cat pawprints on it on the table beside you, and perches himself on the edge of the bed by your feet, “I’m never going to kick a pretty girl out of bed.”

“Oh.” You say, more to yourself than anyone else. You don’t know what to say to that, and make yourself busy with grabbing the mug and blowing on the steaming tea. Kyle hums, watching you over the rim of his mug as he takes a sip.

He makes a noise when he swallows, and lowers the mug with pursed lips.

“So, I was thinking.” He starts and you feel your heart drop.

He was thinking you shouldn’t post the photos, that you should never see each other again, that you should leave soon because he has someone better coming over.

“There’s a great breakfast place down the street, if you’re hungry.” He says, almost shyly, “We could start date two with pancakes?”

You feel your heart lurch in your chest, hopeful.

“Yeah?” You ask and he smiles.

“Yeah,” like it’s the easiest thing in the world, “I’d be stupid lettin’ you get away.” You smile, and sip your tea to cover some of the warmth in your chest. “I think we’ve got a real spark.”

“Me too.” You agree. It feels like an admission, like something you should keep close to your breast where the rest of your silly fancies live, but-

But you want Kyle to know.

You want him to know that you like him, that you want him, that it wasn’t all just some revenge plot that’s gone terribly awry. Most importantly you want this to be real, to give yourself a real chance with an amazing guy.

To forget about what’s-his-name permanently.

“But can I get french toast instead?” You ask, already feeling your stomach rumble. Kyle grins.

“Oh doll, after what you’ve given me, you can have whatever you want.”

Gaz scrolls through his security footage while you shower, saving sections of video from the night before to a secure folder. Your ass wiggling in front of the camera as you blow him, your silly little head bobbing while your cunt is on full display. Your lips wrapped around his cock in a different camera’s lens, lashes fluttering and drool dripping from you as you bob your head up and down his length. He skips forward a few minutes and switches the camera to watch your thighs flexing as he holds you down against his face to eat your cunt, your hips grinding down against him and your lips parted as you whimper and moan for him. Another few minutes and your tits are bouncing as he fucks into you, your head tipped back and your lips parted around a perfect ‘o,’ your legs against his chest as you claw at his grip on your throat. More time, another position; Gaz’s hands digging into the dip of your waist as you ride him, groping at your chest, your cunt swallowing his cock with every motion of your hips. God, your ass looks good from this angle, he’ll start easing you into the idea of him fucking it soon.

You’re such a sweet thing, so easy to get information out of and convince of things. So eager to be good that you’ll go against your own judgement to please him. He’s never seen a rabbit walk directly into a trap, but you? What a silly, stupid girl. You probably don't even remember him coming in you.

You’re perfect.

He grabs a screencap of you riding him and sends it to his groupchat with the rest of the 141.

Gazoline: [sent image] Gazoline: Easy.

A typing bubble pops up immediately. Followed by another.

Ghost: Told ya. Sudz: Yer jokin Gazoline: Lt with the assist. Sudz: YER JOKIN

He locks his phone hearing you shut the shower off and shoves it in his pocket. It buzzes insistently as you poke your head out of the bath. You’re clutching a towel around your chest, as if Gaz hasn’t already seen it all.

“I was just thinking about how lucky it is I have a change of clothes.” You tell him.

“Well, look at that,” Gaz hums, “that is lucky.”

And what is luck if not careful planning?

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adventremnant · 2 days ago

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tips that aren't the same list from 2006

you know exactly what dumbass list I mean, and none of that shit is practical, it's giving uwu ana butterfly and we all know it

hi, I'm angel, I'm a nutrition major, and here are tips to keep yourself safe and hide your eating habits that actually make sense. this will not be in any particular order, but

avoid ketosis. i know, i know, you heard it burns fat faster! it also makes you smell like a dog rolled in sharpies and makes you stupid. i'm not kidding, you will be slow as fuck. avoid keto at all costs, carbs are better and healthier than being caught and dumb

take electrolytes and pay close attention to your potassium intake. if you neglect this, you will damage your heart and muscles and run the risk of having a heart attack. i use liquid IV because I have POTS and need the extra sodium, but that brand is also good for ED-havers because it has extra b vitamins

take ultra strength prenatal vitamins. they contain extra folate, fish oil, and dha, all of which are necessary to protect your heart and brain when you're not intaking much food.

For other supplements, I recommend Metamucil to keep your bowels going, iron, vitamin c packets (will make the iron absorb better, I personally use the +immunity ones), b-complex, calcium-magnesium-zinc, and vitamin d. Make sure the b-complex contains b-12. Feel free to send me an ask or dm me for dosages because some of these will depend on where you live geographically or what food you are eating.

find a protein shake you like. I'm a muscle milk bitch personally, but fairlife, premier, etc, are all good. make sure it isn't a meal replacement shake, and make sure it contains at least 20g of protein. these contain vitamins beyond protein that will help you stay healthy. the protein will also keep you full. i recommend using it as milk in coffee because the coffee will also suppress hunger and act as a mild laxative without harming the bowels. don't take your iron along with this, as dairy will hinder the absorption of iron.

don't take laxatives. you're going to give yourself IBD. maybe once a month as an extra cleanout you can do a little miralax, but the natural route is always better. regularly drink coffee and drink specifically senna green tea, they're both natural laxatives. the metamucil i recommend will also keep you going. if you need a bigger laxative effect, blend a whole peeled and seeded orange, a few inches of peeled fresh ginger, juice from a whole lemon, add a tsp each of cracked black pepper and turmeric, blend with coconut water until it's a thin smoothie consistency. drink that, you'll be good.

the best thing you can do for yourself is hide your behaviors behind health food gym girlie orthorexic behaviors. nobody takes orthorexia seriously and they encourage those behaviors. you can cut out whatever the hell you want if you're crunchy and healthy about it.

don't go too crazy about it. old tips would tell you to act like you loved food and it's really obvious. being obsessed with food and cooking is weird and obvious. don't talk about food constantly and make it your whole personality to try to hide, it's bizarre and one of the signs they tell parents to look out for. you have to be nonchalant. food is whatever. you like it, you have favorite meals, but you get tired of tastes quickly, you're picky about textures, you don't like it once it gets cold, etc. it's just fuel and it's meaningless to you. you eat for your health, not for pleasure.

high impact workouts like HIIT and running may not be the best idea. some studies show that high impact exercise stimulates hunger hormones in some individuals. pilates, ballet, and yoga are low impact, high results, and give a very desirable aesthetic. they're also quiet and can be done with a yoga mat and maybe a theraband.

get a job. get a hobby. join a sport. being out of your house as much as possible gives you the largest opportunity for excuses. oh my job catered lunch, oh there were snacks at practice, oh so and so brought something to the knitting circle. this can also be an opportunity to earn or save money (or swindle your mom out of cash by obtaining money for concessions at games and then only getting a diet coke)

if you control your own food, maximize your nutrition. salmon, tuna, sardines. kale, chard, spinach. beans, lentils. berries. protein pasta. pasture raised eggs. the fancy filtered fairlife milk. your body will hold out so much longer if you're keeping it fueled with proper vitamins and minerals.

track your food using cronometer - if someone sees it on your phone and asks, you have a perfect built-in excuse. oh, you don't care about the calories, but it tracks vitamin and mineral intake, and you're trying to make sure you're getting enough of those because you have, say, an iron deficiency or you're worried you're not getting enough omega-3s.

anorexic hair is really obvious. it's from malnutrition and stress. absolutely ensure you're getting enough omega-3s and other fats in your diet (avocados, eggs, oily fish, nuts like walnuts) to avoid the anorexia hair and the sallow, dry skin. this is also why i insist you take vitamin d, iron, vitamin c, a b-complex, and a pre-natal with folate and dha, those will also protect your hair and skin health. also make sure you're trimming dead ends, get a deep conditioner and/or bond repair treatment, do scalp massages, and if it does fall out, start using a mousse for volume and get a cut to maximize volume to hide it.

keep up your oral, skin, and nail health, too. these can also be obvious indicators. if you're taking the vitamins and keeping to the foods i'm recommending, it'll help, but make sure you're brushing and flossing, use the nasty brown listerine, a good dry skin lotion like curel, and a nail oil. keep your nails short if they start peeling, but if they're peeling, you need to take more vitamin d and iron, or you could have celiac disease.

there's no such thing as a broken metabolism, and you can't boost or slow down your metabolism. those are myths. the only way to make your bmr higher is to have more muscle.

extra tip: if you start fainting, tell people you have or think you have POTS. work smarter not harder.

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teaboot · 3 days ago

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god i really do hate your style lol like when an anon asked for advice to deal with anon hate and you just went "i strong 'man' because my daddy mean to me 😞😞😞😞😞😞" have the day you deserve 😘

Do you have any idea how long it took to figure out which post you meant based on that description

Anyhow, context

Anyhow my real advice for anon hate is to remember that if you don’t admire or respect someone, then their opinion of you doesn’t matter

#Teaboot #anon hate

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prlssprfctn · 1 day ago

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I need more of Jason's and Lois's duo, so here is my humble little scenario — Jason accidentally starts writing articles under her wing after being back from dead.

It starts like this: Bruce kinda announces the rest of the League that the Second Robin is alive, and in fact, Red Hood is him. It is confusing as fuck, but honestly, at this point, everyone is used to Batman's antics, so they just nod along. Clark decides to casually drop the news to Lois, too.

Clark: Do you remember the Second Robin?

Lois, without getting distracted from her work: Oh, of course. Batman asked my autograph for him once. And he mailed me a few of his writing stories once. He was such a talented kid.

Clark: He is alive again!

Lois: Oh.

Lois, pausing and glaring thoughtfully at her computer: ...Do you think he is still into writing?

So, Lois reaches out to Jason, suggesting to try writing again because the Daily Planet needs more talented people, and she can't find anyone normal for months now. And Jason accepts. They end up choosing him a pen name, and it goes just... perfectly. Lois is glad that someone matches her enthusiasm and does the job perfectly, Jason is in awe about working with his second favourite woman alive (after Wonderwoman, of course) and doing the thing he likes.

Jason, irritated as fuck, calling Lois: Hey. I don't know if you have seen the latest president's meeting, but, please, tell me that I can—

Lois: Yeah, son. Drag his ASS. I will deal with the rest.

Jason: Don't tell anyone, but you are my favourite Super.

Lois: Don't tell anyone either, but you are my favourite Bat.

Lois: Now, on a completely unrelated note, do you think Red Hood can assassinate the president—

Naturally, Jason doesn't intend to tell anyone about his new job. No one suspects a thing anyway, and he is working from home, expect for times, when he visits Lois to hang out. Everything is fine.

Until Tim.

Tim, coming for dinner at Kents, by Kon's invitation: Hey, everyone— Jason?

Jason, who is giggling with Lois about their the most hated coworker: Uh. No?

Tim: JASON!

So, Tim knows now. He agrees not to tell anyone, but it doesn't mean that he is not going to tease Jason subtly around others. As usual.

Tim, casually, during the family breakfast: By the way, had you guys read articles in Daily Planet recently? Their new writer is fire.

Jason, tensing up: ...

Bruce: Really? Which one?

Tim, smiling politely: Oh, his name is Peter Austen. His writing style is SO good, and he is always SO on point, I ADORE him.

Jason, half-flustered, half-irritated: (gesturing Tim to shut up)

Bruce: I'll check his articles later today, then. Jaylad, had you read any of it?

Jason, grumpy as hell: You know me. I only read that crap for Lois.

Tim: That's a shame. Because I love this man SO MUCH.

(On the other side of table)

Dick, whistling: Damn, I think Lil Wing is jealous.

Damian, nodding: Todd definitely wishes he could be Drake's favourite writer.

#tecnically Lois registered Jason at work illegally #but if someone asks Clark and her had already prepared a fake ID and a fake story that he is her distant nephew #just don't tell Bruce about it #jason todd #red hood #dcu comics #batman #dcu #dc universe #batfamily #bruce wayne #batfam #tim drake #lois lane #dick grayson #damian wayne #clark kent

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my-castles-crumbling · 1 day ago

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st. mungo's - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 360

"Move out of the fucking way!" Regulus nearly-screamed, pushing a nurse to the side as he ran to the service desk of the hospital floor and stopped short, glaring down at the bored-looking nurse sitting there.

"Name?" the man asked, voice completely deadpan and unamused.

"James Potter," Regulus said, trying not to hyperventilate.

Unconcerned eyes met his and the man tilted his head a bit. "Mister Potter already has someone in with him. Unless you're his family or his wife, you'll have to wait over there." He gestured to a row of seats where several stressed-looking people were sitting.

Regulus, however, was in no mood for this. "I'm his fucking husband," he spat, curling his hand into a fist around the handle of his wand, which lay in the pocket of his robes. "And unless you want me to find Head Healer Rosier, who I happen to be very good friends with, then I suggest you tell me what room I can find James in. Now."

For the first time, emotion flooded behind the nurse's eyes, and he looked toward a clipboard. "Er...So sorry, sir! R-room twelve!"

Not bothering to say thank you, Regulus looked around and saw that room twelve was only a few feet away. Scowling at the nurse, he slammed open the door, expecting to find his husband on his deathbed.

Of course, James always liked to surprise him.

"Heeey, Reg," James ginned at him as soon as he entered, looking over from where he was sitting up in his bed, Sirius sitting next to him.

Anxiety slowly leaving his body, Regulus felt himself relax a bit, shoulders lowering. "What the fuck, Potter?" he asked weakly.

"Just fell off my broom. Hit my head. Sirius brought me here to make sure I'm okay," the taller man grinned, and Regulus tried his best not to let James's smile make him melt. "I'm just fine, though, baby."

"That was real interesting though, Reggie. 'Don't make me call your supervisor!' You sounded just like Mum," Sirius grinned, a teasing look in his eyes.

"Oh, fuck off," Regulus groaned, sinking into a chair and giving his racing heart time to slow.

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okwonyo · 1 day ago

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THE COCKROACH──── ୨୧ 성훈𓈒

✶ 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝑜𝑛𝑒⠀ㅤ𓈒⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾.

neighbor!sunghoon & fem!rea 1OOO potential future relationship ㅇㅅㅇ skinship ⎯⎯ recue𝒾l

嘉 ܃ this is so silly and this isn’t my best work but .. i like it 🎀

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being overdramatic has never been one of your characteristics. despite what some of your friends say, you think that you are rather rational when it comes to your emotions as well as the way you manage them.

you know how to control your fear especially. you swear, you are not the kind to get scared of the smallest things. fear doesn’t take over you easily at all.

however, if there was something that you could admit, it would be your dislike for certain creatures and your blood’s tendency to go cold at the sight of them.

it isn’t your fault, whenever you see one of those barely noticeable insects with multiple legs and arms, you can’t restrain disgust to get to you. and yes, seeing one of them always makes you scream at the top of your lungs. today is no different.

that scream is loud enough to make your throat hurt a tad. it keeps on getting worse the longer you look at the cockroach in front of you. when it moves on your not-so-brand-new apartment’s floor, you run out of your own home.

perhaps, you aren’t thinking straight or perhaps, it’s just the way you are— but you find yourself jumping in the arms of the first person you encounter, without taking a look at their face first.

your entire weight landing onto them without any warning doesn’t make them stumble, therefore you assume they are muscular.

under your fingertips, you feel their muscles, their broad shoulders are comfortable enough for your arm wrapped around them. it must be a man, you can tell at that.

as well as by his deep voice when he asks, “what’s going on?”

it is as if you are at a higher altitude than you were when you stand on your couch earlier. he is well built and tall, which is impressive. but it is not your main concern.

“i’m sorry, it’s just that—” you start, a little out of breath. you want to continue, but you turn your head towards the man and your breath catches. half of your voice dies in your chest, “there is a cockroach in my apartment.”

the man who lives in the apartment in front of yours looks right back at you. you observed him often since you moved in a few weeks ago, but you never caught his name.

it’s the first time you see him out of his work suit, including the first time you see him without the black tank top he wears at the gym. his long hair is quite messy, he isn’t wearing his glasses. on top of everything, he doesn't look bothered by your position in the slightest.

“do you need any help?” the handsome man offers. funnily enough, you are confused about what he is talking about.

however, he is too beautiful for you to refuse, “uh, yeah.”

your neighbor manages to make you stand back on the floor without you noticing. you are too absorbed in staring at him to see anything else. your eyes follow him while he gets into your apartment.

from behind him, you can see how broad his shoulders actually are, bigger than you thought they were, wider than when you see them from afar while you work out. he is even taller than you thought, taller than when you watch him get into the elevator on his way home.

you follow him like it’s not where you live, standing behind him and peeking at the paper cup that you used as jail for the ugly insect.

his big figure protects you so you feel safe enough to say, “it’s in that paper cup.”

the said paper cup moves slightly and you gasp. at the sound you let out, the man’s arm raises slightly beside him in a protective gesture.

“stay behind me,” he tone is soft as he starts speaking again. “i’ll take care of it.”

you don’t know him at all. yet, seeing him walking towards the spray on the table next to the trapped cockroach makes you understand what a wife feels when she sees her husband leaving for war.

attractiveness lays in his moves, how he rolls up his sleeves, how he squats down almost nonchalantly, how he sprays the cockroach in the paper cup. everything he does makes your heartbeats go faster.

you spend most of your time admiring the beauty in front of you than anything else. your gaze lingers on his exposed forearms, on his side profile, on his fingers. your heart burst in your chest when his voice reaches you:

with a reassuring and victorious grin, “i think it’s dead.”

you stare at him in pure admiration. with more admiration than when you see him lift seventy bench at the gym. “thank you so much, uh—”

your knight in shining armor begins to come back to you with his grin still plastered on his face. “sunghoon.”

“a–ah, right!” you say in an awkward laugh. “how can i repay you?”

sunghoon stops in the middle of his way back to you to put the spray on the tabe again, “there is no need,” he chuckles, in most beautiful way you have heard. “i didn’t do much.”

you want to protest but he gets well too close for you to think straight.

“it’s going to take a while before it dies properly, though,” he continues. “and you shouldn’t stay there. because of the toxic product you know?”

you didn’t know that. still, you nod at his words.

“so..” the tall man looks like he is waiting for you to understand something, where he is going. but you don’t— maybe it’s because of the said toxic product or the otherworldly guy in front of you.

he bites his lower lip when he realizes that you are still confused. he finishes his sentence with a huge smile that showcases all his teeth, fangs included.

“do you want to come to my apartment and wait?” it must be written all over your face, how you didn’t expect this outcome in the slightest. because his smile gets wider, “we’ll come back later to see if the cockroach is really dead.”

your stomach flutters, your tongue gets tangled. being so smooth and straight forward wasn’t what you expected him to be.

it’s hard but you manage to choke out, “s–sure.”

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smutoperator · 2 days ago

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Vacation In Vietnam

Kim Bora (SuA), Jang Seungyeon x Male Reader

Tags: 100% anal, A2M, ass eating, best friends, big butt, bikinis, clit fingering, cum on ass, dirty talking, doggy, hotel sex, lap dance, nip slips, no-hands blowjobs, poolside sex, sex toys, sloppy, swimming, throatfucking, tourist, twerking, wet bodies, wild girls

Word count: 5497

You had just checked into your hotel in the beautiful resort town of Da Nang, in Vietnam, after a very long flight that still left you jet-lagged. As you climbed upstairs, you found the hotel's pool, just as a beautiful East Asian woman emerged from it.

"Come swim with me," the woman told you. I just arrived from a long flight, and I need some time to rest," you told her. Take your time," she answered back. "By the way, what is your name?" you asked her.

"Bora, but you can call me SuA," she answered. "Such a nice name, SuA," you told her as you headed towards your bedroom, which gave you a perfect view of SuA swimming with her sexy butt up. She wasn't exactly the best swimmer but you really enjoyed watching her from afar fighting the pool tides while showcasing her sexy body.

After some good rest, you finally felt like it was time to know her better, so you headed into the locker room beside the pool, just as you were entering, you found a sexy tanned Asian woman who was taking a mirror selfie as she flaunted her hot body by wearing a black bikini with white straps that exposed some of her underboob.

"What are you looking at?" The tanned woman suddenly asked you. "Er, nothing," you answered her, trying to deflect. But she knew you were lying. "You were looking at my hot body and my big ass, weren't you, pervert?" she asked again. "No, no," you answered her, trying not to get yourself in trouble.

"Come on, I wasn't born yesterday, all those guys when they see me like that start to look at me with some naughty eyes. And I love that," she told you, throwing you off balance. "I can see why, that body is hard to resist," you told her. "Yes, a dancer needs to always stay in shape," she answered.

"So you're a dancer, interesting," you told her. "Yeah, my friend swimming by the pool is too," she answered. "SuA? How long have you known each other?" you asked her. "Nearly a decade, we even did a few collaborations together, and we can sing too" the woman answered.

"By the way, I didn't even ask your name yet," you told her. "I'm Seungyeon," she promptly answers you. "How did you get such a tanned body?" you asked her. "Let's say it's very sunny at the places I usually perform these days," she answered. "Wanna swim with me?" she then asked. "Sure," you told her.

You and Seungyeon headed towards the pool, where you two found SuA still swimming. Seungyeon laughed at her friend. "She's trying, but let's say she isn't the best swimmer out there," she said.

SuA emerged from the pool and headed in your direction. "I see you found my best friend," she told you. "We had some nice chatting about how bad of a swimmer you are," Seungyeon pranked SuA."

"Then teach me," SuA says as she tosses Seungyeon's hot body into the pool. "AHHHHH," Seungyeon screams, caught off guard. "You should check this bitch's Instagram, all she does is travel, twerking, and posting pics of herself in a bikini," SuA tells you. "Add us," she says, trading their contacts with you before you two drop your phones and join Seungyeon on the pool.

Seungyeon swims with ease, much better than SuA, but her best friend wants her to do something different. "Twerk that big booty for him like that time you did it with Kei," SuA says.

Seungyeon promptly obliges and starts shaking her ass to perfection. "Damn, she is really good at it," you tell SuA. "She can really dance to anything, you ought to be impressed," SuA says as Seungyeon turns around, giving you hand signals to come closer.

"Sit here, baby boy," Seungyeon tells you as she guides you to a shallower place at the pool. She teases you, throwing her ass closer to your face and bouncing it frantically, before sitting on your lap and start performing a hot grinding dance that gives you an instant boner as soon as her fat ass bumps against your shorts.

"Looks like he's enjoying it," Seungyeon says, noticing your erection rubbing against her clothed ass. "How about we add some boobs to the mix?" she asks, bringing SuA closer to her and pulling her bra to the side just enough for her nipples to pop out.

"Come on, baby boy, suck those nipples," Seungyeon tells you as she pushes SuA's tits right in your face. "What if someone sees us?" you asked her. "Don't worry, I always have everything under control, there are just the three of us at this hotel," Seungyeon says, reassuring you and showcasing her commanding leadership skills.

As you enjoy sucking SuA's perky tits, Seungyeon keeps teasing you, turning in your direction, facing you eye to eye as she grinded her ass faster and faster against your clothed cock while giving you some teases of her nipples by pulling her bikini as well. "Mine's are not as big as hers, but I got the ass to compensate," Seungyeon says. "And what a great ass she's got," SuA says, complimenting her best friend.

"Tell me how much you want to fuck this big fat ass, baby boy," Seungyeon asks you. "A lot, I want to take you two to my bedroom and fuck both of you right now," you told them. "Bedroom? That's for amateurs. Don't be silly, we are gonna fuck right by the side of this pool, with your bodies completely wet," Seungyeon said.

"Follow me," Seungyeon says as she keeps giving the instructions, carrying you and SuA alongside. Damn, that woman seems to have an endless appetite but you surely aren't complaining. "Oh my God, your bodies look so hot when wet," you tell both girls. SuA blushes and starts giggling. "You're damn right," Seungyeon says.

Seungyeon opens her bag on the side of the pool, unveiling a pair of pocket-sized sex toys. "A good whore always carries them everywhere she goes," she says. "Are you ready to take us, baby boy? We'll do anything you want," she continues. "Anything?" you ask her, still unsure. "Yes, anything," she confirms.

"I wonder if she can take the biggest one," Seungyeon says. "Well, let's find out" SuA answers, getting herself on all fours at the pool chair. "You know I love talking about my big ass, but Bora's got a nice one too," Seungyeon says, massaging her friend's butt with both hands.

"Just watch us, don't move until we say so," Seungyeon says as pulls the bottom of SuA's bikini down and starts licking her friend's asshole. "Can I lick it?" she asks to SuA. "Ahhhhhh," SuA softly moans as she finds Seungyeon's tongue in her anal folds. "I'll take it as a yes," Seungyeon says.

"Oh my God, she's so good with that tongue," SuA says, making Seungyeon giggle. The tanned girl picks up the speed, enjoying her best friend moaning as she works her tongue all over SuA's butthole. "Oh fuck, tongue that ass for me, ahhhh," SuA moans. "I love being a slut with you," Seungyeon tells her.

"Oh yeah, I love that fucking tongue buried in my little ass," SuA says as Seungyeon keeps up her good work, tonguing as fast as she was twerking. "Such a slutty tongue, ahhhh," SuA says while Seungyeon looks at you, rubbing her friend's pussy as well. "So good, you're making me so wet, oh my gosh," SuA says.

"RIGHT THERE, AHHHHH," SuA lets out her first scream as Seungyeon works both her fuckholes. "Give me that big fat fucking toy," SuA commands as Seungyeon grabs the blue toy. "You want the biggest one?" Seungyeon asks SuA. "Yes, I do, right up that fucking little asshole" SuA answers.

Seungyeon obliges and slowly shoves the sex toy up SuA's butthole. "Stretch me open," SuA begs her friend. "Oh fuck yeah," SuA moans as Seungyeon pushes it further. "I love the way you spread that ass," Seungyeon says as she keeps pumping the toy in and out of SuA's ass.

"This isn't even the biggest one," Seungyeon tells SuA. "Ohhh, so you're gonna stretch me some more? Warm up that ass for his big fat cock?" SuA asks. "Should I stretch her some more?" Seungyeon asks. "Do your thing," you answer.

Seungyeon puts the sex toy in her mouth, savoring SuA butthole as she starts putting an even larger one inside it. "Please, give me more," SuA begs. "Look at this tiny little ass stretching all over that toy," Seungyeon says. "OH MY GOD," SuA screams. "Come on, girl, if you can't take that in your ass, how are you gonna take his dick?" Seungyeon asks.

"Play with that toy in your asshole," Seungyeon says, spanking SuA's butt, then grabbing it and working it around her anus. "Look at that fucking ass getting spread open," SuA says as Seungyeon spits on it and touches her pussy. SuA then pulls it out of her ass and tastes herself.

"I want to play with your big fat ass," SuA asks Seungyeon, her friend quickly taking the bottom of her bikini off and shoving her naked butt in your face. "How hungry are you for this booty?" she asks you while letting SuA spread it open. "Should we wreck this fuckhole today?" SuA asks you, pointing at Seungyeon's backdoor.

"That ass is so pretty, isn't it?" SuA asks you as she spits on Seungyeon's butthole, tonguing it afterward. "So sweet," she says, moaning as she eats her friend's ass. "Ready for a toy up that fucking asshole?" SuA asks her. "Hell yeah," Seungyeon asks as SuA teases her before putting the toy up her ass.

"It's still so fucking tight in there even all those cocks that entered up that asshole, I wonder what's her secret," SuA says, struggling to fully fit the toy. "That's what I'm talking about, stretching that fucking hole," SuA says as she finally manages to get it all the way in.

"Let's get her warm for that big fucking cock." SuA continues as she rubs Seungyeon's pussy. "You're gonna show him your reputation as a big buttslut," SuA says. "Hmmm, I love playing with that big fat ass, so juicy" SuA keeps going.

You can't resist the teasing, taking your clothes off and jumping on top of the pool chair, your cock already hard and pointing at Seungyeon's face. "Oh fuck yeah, there is that big fat cock" SuA smiles, very excited as she sees that cock for the first time at its full prowess. You kneel on the chair, Seungyeon moving her head slightly down to take it in her mouth and starting a no-hands blowjob.

"Oh that's so fucking hot, I want to watch you suck that dick while I fuck you in the ass with this toy," SuA tells Seungyeon, her friend quickly gagging on your cock as you soon fuck her face. "Such a fucking whore getting stuffed from both sides," SuA says as she pulls the toy out of Seungyeon's ass.

You two put Seungyeon in the middle of an oral train, you pounding her face while SuA tongues her friend's brown anus. Seungyeon gags hard as she's pleased from both sides. "Get that fucking cock wet, are you gonna share it with me?" SuA asks Seungyeon as she already sees her friend drenched in saliva running down her chin. "Yes, come here," Seungyeon tells her.

SuA obliges and sucks your cock like crazy, bobbing her head hard from the get-go and grabbing your balls, while Seungyeon licks your shaft from the side. You're really impressed with their cock-sucking skills, as neither girl uses her hands to suck your cock.

"Make it as messy as you can," Seungyeon commands to SuA as she watches her deepthroat it and then spits on your cock. "Can I spit on it too?" Seungyeon asks. "Yes, make it as wet as possible, just like our bodies," SuA tells her, massaging your balls while Seungyeon bobs her head on your dick.

"That's our fucking cock today, we're gonna use it to the fullest," SuA says. The girls keep taking their turns giving you no-hands blowjobs. "So fucking sexy, take it all the way deep," Seungyeon says as SuA takes on it now. Both girls make very sloppy noises, their throats fully stuffed with your cock. "Such a hungry whore," SuA says when Seungyeon takes her turn.

Both girls turn your cock into a mess of spit. "I want to see all that spit over that fucking cock," SuA says. She's getting so horny she takes the top of Seungyeon's bikini off and starts sucking her friend's tits while Seungyeon chokes all over your cock and gets her face pounded.

Seungyeon takes on your cock like a champion, making sure it stays deep in her throat even as you destroy her face at full speed. SuA lines up behind you, licking your balls as they swing all over her face with your hard thrusts. "Throatfuck that whore," SuA commands as she licks the saliva running down Seungyeon's torso while massaging her best friend's pussy and enjoying your cock bulging in her neck.

"Look at the mess you made with her," SuA tells you as she kisses Seungyeon's cock filled mouth. Seungyeon tries to catch her breath after getting her face completely stuffed with cock for more than 5 minutes. She follows her older friend's lead, bending on the chair alongside SuA and then licking her ass a little more.

"I want this dick so bad, put it in my ass," SuA begs. Soon she gets what she wants, your cock sliding right up her butthole while Seungyeon watches. "Damn, that's such a big fucking dick," SuA moans as Seungyeon spits on it. "Let me get it nice and wet," Seungyeon says.

SuA takes your cock up her ass, spreading her cheeks as Seungyeon enjoys the view of her friend getting fucked. "That cock looks so nice stretching you out," she says. "How does it feel?" Seungyeon then asks. "It's amazing," SuA answers her. "You like being a good whore?" Seungyeon asks her. "Of course," SuA answers.

"Let me hold this for you," Seungyeon says as she spread SuA's asscheeks. "Ahhh, yeah, yeah, fucking use that asshole, oh my gosh" SuA begs as you keep thrusting. "Do you want him to use your ass or you to use his cock?" Seungyeon asks, bouncing SuA's butt against you.

"Use that fucking cock," Seungyeon says as she moves SuA's hips fast. "YES, YES, YES, YES," SuA screams as she's turned into an anal fleshlight. "Such a fucking whore," Seungyeon says.

"Give me that fucking cock," Seungyeon commands as you feed it into her throat, her getting it even sloppier than before, then spitting on SuA's anus just as your cock gets back inside it. "Your asshole is so pretty getting stretched out," Seungyeon tells her.

"Keep going, use me like a good whore, FUCK, FUCK" SuA stays begging. "BURY THAT FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS," SuA continues to beg. "Get in deep in there, she needs that cock all the way deep in her ass," Seungyeon tells you as you keep pumping SuA's butt.

You switch your cock between Seungyeon's face and SuA's ass, both girls enjoying the taste of it. "So fucking delicious," Seungyeon says, before diving into eating SuA's ass a bit more. "OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, USE THAT TONGUE," SuA screams.

"I need to taste my ass," SuA tells Seungyeon, kissing her best friend's dirty mouth as both girls giggle. "Do want that cock inside you?" SuA asks her. "Yes, please," Seungyeon says. "I want to watch you fucking take it," SuA continues, moving to the side as you bend Seungyeon down and stick your cock up her big butt, SuA adding the needed spit.

"Look at that big fat butt getting so stretched out, I love watching you take a big cock up your ass, so fucking hot," SuA says. "Spread it wide open, give it to her, make her take that fucking dick up that asshole," SuA instructs you as your cock gets deeper and deeper inside Seungyeon's ass while she massages her pussy.

"You're so pretty getting stretched out, come on, take it nice and deep in her fucking ass, baby boy," SuA tells you as you grab Seungyeon's body to give her faster thrusts. "Use that fucking asshole, oh my goodness, look how wet she is," SuA says.

"FUCK THAT COCK FEELS SO AMAZING INSIDE ME," Seungyeon screams as you attack her butthole harder and harder. "So hot those balls clapping against that fat ass," SuA says as you feed her your cock for her to sloppily taste it. "Good girl, get that cock wet for my tight butthole," Seungyeon tells her as your cock switches freely between her ass and SuA's mouth.

"Give it to me," SuA says as your cock goes into her mouth. You play with their needy holes, before going back hard into Seungyeon's backdoor. "I NEED THAT FUCKING DICK, GIVE ME MORE," she begs as SuA spanks her ass. "Look at this whore, so needy," SuA says.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, IT'S SO BIG INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, FUCKKK," Seungyeon screams louder than ever. "Pound it, baby boy," SuA commands to you. "GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, HARDER, HARDER, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, AHHHHH" Seungyeon turns into a begging mess. You do as she pleases, taking your cock harder and harder in her ass. "LET'S GO, FUCK THAT FAT ASS," SuA instructs you. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon screams loudly.

As you finish fucking Seungyeon, both girls dive hard to suck your cock, SuA arriving first and ready to savor her friend's dirty butthole, deepthroating your cock nonstop and licking the side of your shaft. Seungyeon follows suit, outdoing her best friend and taking your cock balls deep in her mouth. "Look at this whore, she wants every inch of it," SuA notices as Seungyeon spits on your cock.

"Look at those beautiful balls full of cum for us," Seungyeon says as she massages them while SuA deepthroats them. "We are gonna use this cock until there is nothing left" she continues. "Hell yeah, we're gonna milk it dry," SuA promises as she hands your cock to Seungyeon to take her turn sucking it, SuA jerking it off and kissing you while her friend bobs her head on it like a good slut.

Seungyeon spits hard on your cock. "I love the way you suck all that fucking spit," Seungyeon says, grabbing SuA's hair and shoving her face against your cock for another deepthroat. "Oh my goodness, I need to sit on this cock so bad," SuA says, moving on top of you and directing your cock back inside her anal hole. "Let me see it," Seungyeon says as her friend struggles to fit your thick cock in her tight anus.

"Let me get it slippery," Seungyeon says, rubbing some water from the pool in SuA's butt while her friend bounces on your cock. "I'm gonna get that ass all wet for you," Seungyeon says. SuA giggles, Seungyeon using her friend's bouncy butt as a pillow as she impales herself on your cock.

"I need all that fucking dick deep in my fucking ass," SuA moans, trying to get more and more of it inside her. "I love watching you sit on it," Seungyeon tells her, grabbing her ass and pushing it down your cock. "Look at this perfect ass bouncing all over that big fat cock," she says with a big smile on her face.

"I love the way you use that cock," Seungyeon tells SuA. "SPREAD IT OPEN, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," SuA begs to her friend, Seungyeon spreading SuA's tight ass trying to ease the pressure of your thick cock up her butt. "Go faster, put him on the edge," Seungyeon commands as SuA picks up the speed even with your cock feeling at times too big for her ass.

"Perfect, those long strokes, that's what I like to see," Seungyeon tells SuA. "Use him, use that fucking cock, go, go, go," Seungyeon keeps pushing her. "OH YES, YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK," SuA starts screaming as your cock impales her deeper than ever. Seungyeon offers some relief, pulling your cock out for some butthole tasting.

"Put it back in there, please, just shove it back in there," SuA begs her friend as she is very needy for your cock. Seungyeon struggles to fit it, with SuA's tight hole and her wet butt proving to be a challenge. "It's so slippery in there," she says. You give her a helping hand, allowing SuA to squat on your cock. "Look at that beautiful ass riding that fat cock," Seungyeon says, enjoying watching her best friend.

"How does that fucking feel?" Seungyeon asks SuA as she bends her body down and pushes harder than ever to bounce on your cock. "So good," SuA answers "Such a nice fucking ass going up and down that cock," she says, making it stop a bit to taste your cock. "Back inside," she says, handing it back to you to fuck SuA a little more.

Seungyeon massages your balls down low while kissing SuA's ass up top. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," SuA moans until you're finally done fucking her ass. "Let me taste it," she tells Seungyeon, wrestling your cock from her to suck it under her friend's watch, the two of them sharing more dirty kisses.

"My turn to sit on it," Seungyeon says. "I'm gonna put it in your ass, just jam it in there," SuA tells her. As soon as your cock finds her butthole, Seyngyeon activates her twerking mode. "Oh my God, such a fucking baddie," SuA says, spreading her cheeks open and missing a shot of spit with the speed Seungyeon bounces on your cock.

"Such a twerking slut, so fucking hot," SuA says as Seungyeon bounces her ass hard on your cock, giving you no time to breathe with her insane twerking. "Bounce all over that fucking dick, that's your fucking cock right now" SuA commands. "OHHHH FUCKKKK," Seungyeon moans as she twerks even harder.

"YES IT'S MY FUCKING COCK TO USE WHATEVER I WANT IT," Seungyeon screams. Her twerking and SuA's soft massage on your balls push you to the fullest. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YEAH," Seungyeon is very pleased as your cock impales her deeper and deeper in that butthole. SuA makes things even harder, jerking your cock off while Seungyeon bounces fast on it.

"OH YES, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon screams as she is on the verge of cumming. "USE IT, USE IT, USE IT," SuA pushes her harder, spanking Seungyeon's big butt. "OH MY GOD, IT'S HITTING ME SO DEEP," she keeps screaming. "Don't stop, use that fucking toy, that's your toy," SuA tells her as Seungyeon keeps twerking.

"I want to taste it, right from that fucking ass," SuA says as she pulls your cock out of Seungyeon's butt, jerking it off hard and making it even wetter. "Oh yeah, lick it all," Seungyeon tells her. "Lemme just teases it," SuA says, rubbing your tip against the entrance of Seungyeon's rectum.

"Oh, that cock feels so good in my ass," Seungyeon moans as she resumes twerking. SuA smiles, her hands all over your balls as she enjoys her friend being a cockslut, spreading her ass while Seungyeon rides. "SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD," Seungyeon moans. "BOUNCE, BOUNCE, FUCKING BOUNCE ON IT," SuA orders her friend, giving her fat ass more and more spanks.

"Such a good cock to take up that fucking ass, isn't it? The perfect dick to take up the ass" SuA asks Seungyeon. "Keep moving that fat ass, bounce on that dick like a good fucking whore," SuA continues to push. "I'M GONNA CUM," Seungyeon announces. "YES, CUM ALL OVER THAT BIG FAT COCK, YOU FUCKING WHORE," SuA tells her.

Seungyeon squirts all over your body as she collapses into orgasm. SuA immediately takes your cock to taste it. "Give it to me," she says. "I love watching you taste my ass off his cock," Seungyeon tells her, but SuA barely listens, hyperfocused on giving you the best blowjob.

SuA lies sideways on the chair as you get up from it. "Slide that cock back in my ass again, please," she commands. Seungyeon is right there, resting her face on her friend's butt and kissing it. "Oh my Gosh, yeah, fuck, it goes so deep in there, ahhhhh" SuA moans as you go back to pump her ass. "Let me spread it open," Seungyeon says as she worships her friend's butt.

"I love watching you take every inch," Seungyeon tells her. "And I love watching you spread it wide," SuA replies. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SPREAD ME, IT'S SO GOOD, DEEP IN THAT FUCKING ASS," she screams. "I love the way you thrust deep into my friend's ass, makes her look like such a good buttwhore," Seungyeon tells you.

"Bora you're such a good buttwhore, so good at using cocks," Seungyeon keeps saying to SuA. "Is that what you like, cum all over his cock like a good buttwhore?" Seungyeon keeps asking. "AHHH, AHHHH, HARDER, HARDER, PLEASE," SuA begs as you attack your asshole. "Let's go, I wanna feel your body cum, please," Seungyeon tells her.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH," SuA moans hard. Seungyeon rubs her cunt, getting her closer and closer to cum. "RUB MY PUSSY LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, I LOVE THE WAY YOU GUYS ARE USING ME RIGHT NOW," SuA says. "Are we using you or are you using us?" Seungyeon asks, increasing the speed of her massage on SuA's clit.

"Oh my god that is so hot," SuA says as you pull out of her ass and stick your cock right in Seungyeon's slutty mouth, leaving a huge gape behind. "Feed her that fucking dick all the way down that fucking throat, now put it back in my ass, fuck yeah," SuA says as you drill her butt harder than ever. "All the needs right now is getting fucked in the ass, getting railed up that butthole," Seungyeon says, pushing SuA's body against your cock

"THAT FEELS SO GOOD, FUCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, OH MY GOD," SuA screams as she starts squirting, giving you the perfect opportunity to give your cock once again to Seungyeon. "Fuck me and feed her," SuA commands as Seunhgyeon bobs her head on your cock.

You push Seungyeon towards a stool, making her lie on it with her fat ass as she spreads her legs wide open. SuA quickly comes in and licks her friend's asshole. "Oh yeah," Seungyeon says, very pleased.

"Give it to her," SuA tells you as she steps aside, guiding your cock back into Seungyeon's butt. "Oh my gosh," Seungyeon moans. "So beautiful getting fucked in the ass, the perfect fuckhole for his big fat cock," SuA says. "Ahhh, I love being a little fuckhole," Seungyeon moans while SuA rubs her clit.

"I love seeing your face right next to my ass," a needy Seungyeon tells SuA. "How about my face tasting that big cock right from your fat ass?" SuA asks, grabbing your shaft and putting it in her mouth one more time. "Even better," Seungyeon answers.

"Put it back in, I need more, this cock is so wet," Seungyeon says. "I love tasting all those juices from her dirty fucking ass, fuck her and feed me, baby boy," SuA orders to you. "OHHHH YESSSS," Seungyeon screams, very excited.

You keep taking turns between Seungyeon's butt and SuA's mouth. "That's so nasty, I love how nasty this is, such a dirty slut tasting that fucking cock right from my fucking ass," Seungyeon says, rubbing her clit now. "Oh my God look at this fucking cock drilling this pretty ass," SuA says, enjoying the view.

"OH THAT COCK FEELS SO AMAZING," Seungyeon screams as you attack her ass deep. "Such a pretty pussy too, pity we won't use it today," SuA says. "OH FUCK IT'S SO INTENSE AND DEEP," Seungyeon says, SuA smiling as her best friend turns into nothing but your cocksleeve. "Don't you love taking every inch of this dick up your fucking ass," SuA asks her.

"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon answers as you pound her ass into oblivion. "Such an amazing feeling that cock deep in there, OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, AHHHH," Seungyeon says, almost losing her breath. But SuA keeps pushing, kissing her friend's ass, and rubbing her pussy while she gets anally pounded.

"OH MY SO FUCKING TURNED ON RIGHT NOW, HOLY SHIT, I WANNA FEEL THAT COCK IN MY ASS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, I LOVE IT SO MUCH," Seungyeon moans as a loud helicopter flies over the hotel, but she makes such a hella noise you can still hear her moans loud and clear.

"My turn to sit on that stool," SuA says as she does the same as her friend, Seungyeon happily spreading her ass for your cock to enter next. "Fuck, it's so good," SuA moans. "Should I taste that asshole?" Seungyeon asks. "Yes," SuA answers as you give your cock for her friend to get it wet. "Such pretty dick-sucking lips all over that cock," SuA says.

"AHHHH YEAHHHHH," SuA is very excited as you pound her ass. Seungyeon spits on your cock as you keep drilling her friend's ass. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, HMMMM," SuA moans. "Let me taste it again," Seungyeon begs as you take turns between her mouth and SuA's ass. "That's so hot," SuA says.

"SPREAD IT, SPREAD IT, OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE," SuA screams as Seungyeon lines up behind her, watching her friend take your big fat cock in her ass. "AHHH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," SuA moans, losing her breath as Seungyeon fingers her clit. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she keeps moaning.

"Give it to her, give her that fucking cock," Seungyeon commands to you as she increases the speed of fingering SuA's clit. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," SuA moans loudly. "See how much she loves being used and stretched out, moaning like a good whore," Seungyeon says."Look at that ass spread wide open with that big fat cock," Seungyeon says. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," SuA screams loudly as you rearrange her guts with hard and fast thrusts.

"It's getting hot in here, let's get back to the pool," Seungyeon orders as you lie on the shallow part of it and let both girls suck your cock a little bit more. "Such a nasty girl tasting my dirty ass," SuA says to Seungyeon.

"Let me fuck that ass one more time," you tell Seungyeon, putting her body sideways and pounding her ass. "OH FUCK YES," she moans as you start drilling her butt, SuA lying to the side of her and watching your thrusts make loud noises in the water. "OH YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon moans. You fuck SuA's throat a bit, before going back to pounding the tanned girl's anus.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH," Seungyeon is nothing but a moaning mess. "Put your ass in her face," you order to SuA, who sits right on Seungyeon's head, her young friend clinging to eat her pussy as you pound her harder and harder. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she moans under SuA'S cunt.

"FUCK, YES, YES, YES, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, FUCK, FUCK, HARDER, HARDER," Seungyeon begs as you turn her into an anal whore, making waves in the pool as you pound her butt. "GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE," she loudly begs.

"You want my cum, you fucking slut?" you ask Seungyeon. "Yes, give me all your cum," she begs. You soon pull out of her asshole and coat her big butt with your seeds, painting it white, SuA quickly comes in and licks Seungyeon's ass, taking all that cum into her mouth.

"Save it, don't swallow," Seungyeon orders to SuA, getting back up as the two girls swap your cock, laughing and giggling. "Wow, that was so intense," Seungyeon says.

"Right, let's celebrate it," SuA says as she tosses your body in the pool. You three spend a few more minutes swimming naked, before heading into your bedrooms and getting yourselves dry.

On the next day, you started walking across the hotel, ready to go to the beach, until you found SuA and Seungyeon dancing at the gym.

"Where are you going today?" Seungyeon asks you. "To the beach," you tell them. "Well, how about you fuck us again first?" SuA asks. "Come here, baby boy, let her sit that fat ass on your face while I ride your cock," SuA continues, ready for another fuck session.

The beach can wait.

This fic wasn't initially planned. However, after seeing SuA posting those bikini pics, I had a massive urge to write about her. Knowing she had collabed with Seungyeon in the past, their friendship and that Seungyeon also had a vacation in Vietnam last year (where she took the bikini selfie in this story), plus the fact I wanted to write about her since last year but never commited to it, I finally decided to pull the trigger and added her to the mix as well. Plus it gave me the perfect excuse to post their hot bikini pics.

Hope you guys enjoy this all-anal debauchery by the pool. Probably one of the smuts I had the most fun writing.

#sua smut #seungyeon smut #clc smut #dreamcatcher smut #female idol smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #male reader smut

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blackdykegirlblogger · 2 days ago

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a/n: this is actually disgusting. horrid. diabolical. this is exactly what happens when I let my clit do the thinking instead of my brain :/

anywaysss enjoy ^-^

you are such a fucking tease.

vi tries not to let the euphoria get to her head, tries not to let her dick do the thinking for her and actually have some crumb of common sense. but then you go and do things like this, impaling yourself on her weeping cock like she’s more dildo than human, watching her face contort and her eyes roll back. god damn it, she’s just a girl.

you’ve been on top of her for what felt like ages, whining your hips in a rhythm that was enough to sate the pressing ache in your belly while still leaving her annoyingly desperate. it wasn’t often that she let you ride, which is why you had to take full advantage at every given opportunity. you felt her cock jolt inside you, bumping up to your cervix as your clit twitched. vi was in, and she was in deep. so deep that you could feel her in your stomach, your ribs, your throat.

and she was also trying her hardest not to cum. cute.

“viiii”, you huffed her name as her hips jerked, feeling her precum bubbling inside you. “am i making you feel good?”. you already knew the answer, smirking internally as she looked at you with exasperation, cheeks reddeding even more as she grit her teeth. her self-control was hanging on by a thread. exactly how you wanted her

“o-ahh-obviously”. vi's eyes were glistening with tears that she refused to drop, and the sight was so disgusting, so sinful, that your brain set a reminder to revisit this very scene...later.

“then why aren’t you cumming?”

with that, her hips snapped so abruptly that it forced a gasp out of you, and her nails left bloody indents on the plushness of your hips. the sting only served to amplify the pleasure, and you clenched so hard around her it felt like a chokehold. “you can’t hmff j-just ask things like that”

you tugged at her pierced nipple, challenging her. “and you aren’t in a position to not answer me.” you adjusted your position, going from shallow grinds to rough bounces that made her head spin. “why” plap. “won’t” plap. “you” plap. “cum?” plap. you grasped your hands on the headboard and eased yourself off her completely, reveling in the strings of….everything that kept the two of you glued together. her cock was nothing short of a work of art, with her veins bursting at the seams, and her tip a deep red, almost purple. “it looks like you want to”

"i-i do”

“well” you quickly braced yourself for the impact before plopping back down on her, slamming your hips against hers as the bed began to rock yet again. “i’m waiting”

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oldlight117 · 19 hours ago

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Long post. Sorry (not sorry?)

My ex lives in a red county in California. My wife and I live in a BARELY blue county nearby. The kids go to school in the former.

I'm early to school pick up one Friday and I'm reading a book with my over-ear headphones, leaning up against the chain link fence waiting for the bell like I'm a kid again.

I smile at an older white woman holding an anxious, shaking chihuahua in a pink harness. I read her lips, "What's that you're reading?"

I slip my headphones off my ear and tell her I'm reading Tim Coulson's The Science of Why We Exist. I watch her conservative Christian head balloon slightly.

Good. I tell her I have a lot of basic science to catch up on since when I was their age, gesturing to the elementary school, books like this weren't allowed in the home.

We chat for a few minutes. She's waiting on her grandkids. Her name is Karen. Of course it is.

She laments the loss of some friends recently over political differences. I sympathize. I affirm the importance of not existing within an echo chamber.

I don't press her to justify her politics. I just listen. She goes in circles for a long time. Karen us quick to say that it has nothing to do with hating gay people, or anything like that.

Of course not, I answer. Is that what your friends were worried about? The ones that cut ties?

She tells me that it was a factor for some of them, yes. But that's not who she is.

Of course not. Have you thought about why the LGBTQ community is feeling threatened by the prospect of a Trump presidency? Oh, she says, I'm not really sure, I think they're being alarmist.

I let silence hang a moment between us, and she hurries to fill it.

She says she just doesn't have enough experience to run the country. We need Donald Trump's leadership in a time like this.

I tell her that I had my own doubts about Harris. She hadn't been my number one candidate in 2020, so I had to look at her eligibility with a fresh set of eyes this time around, but I found several of her policy perspectives rather compelling. I list a few qualifications off. Not a lot. Just a smattering. She admitted not being aware of a couple things I mentioned.

I tell her it feels like a matter of who's talking loudest and in front of the biggest audience. A lot of information on both candidates is getting lost along the way.

I tell her about a news aggregator I've been using lately to make sure I don't miss out on anything in my media blind spot.

I ask her which policies of the Trump campaign speak to her personally? What is she most optimistic about if we get a second Trump presidency?

Gas prices! Grocery prices are out of control. She tells me that the crime and the drugs in our state have gotten out of hand and that his immigration policy is going to be our state's salvation.

I tell her that I worry such a broad stroke approach to a very complex problem may have severe consequences on our own community. I fear how these policies might impact families at this very school. I fear the impact mass deportations might have on the very delicate ecosystem of farm labor in this very county, not to mention tariffs on countries like Mexico that supply a lot of our produce.

She brushes my concerns away, says he's only going after the bad ones.

I tell her that I'm afraid it's not that simple, but we'll have to just wait and see.

The election is decided a couple weeks later.

In January I see her at another pick-up, waiting for her grandkids. She is frustrated by the amount of people still gnashing their teeth and whining over the election results.

What do you think would be a healthy way for folks to process the election results if they're feeling scared or disappointed or angry?

She doesn't have an answer.

I give a little chuckle and say we'll have to wait and see if our Capitol building gets sacked again in a couple weeks. I think she knows as well as I do that it won't be.

Strange. She's been a lot slower to initiate conversation in the subsequent weeks. I smile at Karen and I wave. I hope she's enjoying the price of her eggs.

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shawtuzi · 2 days ago

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thinkin’ about bfs!nanami & erwin hehe

cw include: some teasing, lots of praising, oral f!receiving, nanami eats it while erwin’s inside her, a wee bit of pussy slapping, choking, double penetration, unprotected sex, they’re so sweet to her :((

“you’re so pretty y/n.”

“cutest lil thing i’ve ever laid eyes on.”

you preened at the two men’s praise, your freshly done lashes fluttering shut as you leaned into their touch. both of their hands cupped either side of your cheeks, their thumbs running over your jaw and lips.

your two boyfriends were sat at the edge of your shared bed while you knelt before them, body stark naked and ready to be ravaged in the sweetest way possible.

erwin pushed his thumb past your lips, his lips lifting into a loving smile when you began to suck on the digit, your pretty pink gloss smearing against his knuckle. nanami trailed his fingers from your jaw to your shoulder, then into your hair to hair to play with your curls and scratch at your scalp.

“hope you weren’t too lonely without us today sweet thing,” nanami cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. the smell of his cologne had you feeling dizzy, your hands itching to grab at him—but you knew better.

your lips popped off erwin’s finger, your lips forming into a pout. “it was sooo boring, i had nothing to do all day!” the two men smirked at your ranting, you were just too cute for your own good. they both worked at the same office and usually one of them was always home to keep you company while the other was away, but unfortunately today they both were called in.

“why didn’t your hangout with your girlfriends?” erwin asked, lifting you into his lap with ease. he could feel the way your clit throbbed over his dress pants, but he had to focus—his sweet girl was ranting to him after all. you lifted your legs to rest them on nanami’s thighs before speaking. “one is sick, the other was busy, and the other two are vacationing with their boyfriends in the bahamas—which i think should be our next trip by the way.”

nanami lifted your foot up to give your ankle a sweet kiss, his lips lingering for a few seconds before turning his attention back to you. “poor baby. well, we missed you just as much as you missed us,” he smiled at you, rubbing your calf tenderly.

nanami always had really soft hands, in fact he took pride in it. every brush of his skin against yours was filled with more love than your little head could even begin to understand. even when he’d be grasping at your body like he hated your guts when he fucked you his touch was still so sweet, so tender.

as the minutes passed, nanami and erwin took their time, praising you and feeling you up until the insides of your thighs were a slippery mess. “this pussy really is slutty, hm?” erwin hummed, dipping his ring and middle finger between your velvet soft folds. his fingers circled your hole, dipping only the tips of them in before pulling out. “poor baby can’t help how responsive she is,” nanami flashed you a grin, a groan rumbling in his chest when your foot pressed on the crotch of his slacks.

“you mind if i have a taste babydoll?” nanami was speaking to you, but his eyes were on your cunt the entire time. erwin’s fingers were drawing slow figure eights around your clit, occasionally dipping into your entrance to spread your essence around. “yes. please touch me, ken,” out of instinct you hips raised, only to be pushed back down by erwin. “patience, baby, patience. we have all the time in the world.”

while nanami got on his knees, erwin maneuvered your body to push your back against his chest, his arms hooking under the back of your knees. “how pretty,” nanami murmured, his gentle eyes admiring the way your pussy glistened in the light. he thumbed softly at your clit before leaning in, he shoved his tongue in your quivering entrance, moaning at the utter sweetness that is your cunt.

you always tasted so sweet, like the finest honey money could buy, and you always got so wet. each lick was a delightful mouthful for him—it was times like these he found it most hard to stay composed.

erwin spread your legs wider, delighted to see that his two partners were enjoying themselves as they indulged in one another. he loved to be involved, but he also really liked to watch. it was always interesting to see how quickly nanami lost himself in you, and you just took it like the good girl you were because you were their pretty lil toy. theirs to love on, spoil, n’ fuck silly.

nanami suckled on your clit before releasing it with a pop! you whined in protest, kicking your feet as a silent way of telling him to come back. to soothe your whines erwin cupped your breasts, tweaking your nipples until your head tilted back against his shoulder. “sorry sweetness, s’getting a little hot,” nanami made quick work to undo the tie around his neck, he pushed up his sleeves, presenting those beautiful, muscly forearms.

nanami’s tongue circled your clit, he sucked the throbbing bud between his lips, sucking hungrily. “oh f-fuck,” before you could even stop yourself from swearing, it was too late. nanami hummed, biting gently on your clit while erwin pinched both of your nipples rather roughly. “watch your mouth. pretty girls like you don’t swear like that, now do they?” erwin’s lips grazed your ear as he spoke, his fingers rubbing over your nipples to soothe them.

“no . . .”

“speak up. i can’t hear you babydoll.”

even though erwin was speaking to you, nanami’s skillful tongue did not let up, in fact he even went as far as pulling the hood of your clit up to expose you more. be squeezed your thigh three times, silently telling you to answer erwin’s question.

“n-no they don’t, m’sorry sir,” your words were shaky as you apologized, hot tears brimming your lash line. erwin kissed the shell of your ear, grinning at your obedience. “ken would you mind kind me belt?” erwin’s tone was low as he spoke, his composure running thin as his cock strained tighter and tighter against his confines.

it took some time, but kento was able to help erwin pull his slacks and briefs down mid thigh. with no warning erwin slammed you down on his cock in one go, his hand wrapping around your throat to keep you flushed against chest, to keep you from squirming. “full—hah! s-so full sir . . .” your thighs trembled from the stinging stench, but never fear, nanami was there to lick and suck at your clit to distract you from the pain.

“now grind that little pussy on me and make her cum,” erwin groaned, giving your throat a squeeze of encouragement. you slowly began to move your hips, a never ending symphony on moans flying past your lips as erwin’s fat tip nudged against your g-spot. he had more length to him between the two, always so deep in your tummy you could barely form a sentence.

“c’mon pretty thing, stretch yourself out for kenny. gotta make room for him too,” erwin cooed in your ear, spreading your lower lips to give nanami and mouth watering view of your stuffed pussy. nanami gave your clit one last sloppy kiss before standing to his feet, his veiny hands making quick work to undo his belt.

having both of your boyfriends inside you wasn’t something out of the norm, with the amount of size training they helped you through, you could take anything from them.

“you ready for me, my love?” nanami cupped your jaw in his palm, his thumb running softly over the apple of your cheek. god you looked so fucked out. your lips were all drooly, and your pupils were the size of saucers—you looked so precious.

a glob of spit fell from nanami’s lips and onto your clit, dribbling down to where erwin was still sheathed inside you. “she’s fuckin’ soaked, y’should slip in easily,” erwin hummed, patting your clit with his hand, the action making your breath hitch. nanami nibbled on his bottom lip as he traced circles around your clit with his tip, “perfect.”

you’d never fully get used to the stretch of having both of them inside of you, but it’s okay because the amount of praise you received from trying was all worth it.

“such a good girl for us y/n ❤︎”

“you look so cute struggling to take us both, cmon let me see those tears ❤︎”

“you look pretty when you make that face, look at those pouty lips ❤︎”

as praised were flying left and right from them, erwin was putting both his hands to great use. one was rubbing tight, little circles around your clit and the other was pinching and tugging at the nipple. nanami had his hand wrapped around your throat, adding a little pressure each time he slid in an inch.

“almost there anddd—goddamn honey, there we fuckin’ go,” nanami hissed as he pushed in to the hilt. the sight of your stuffed pussy struggling to hold them both had him ready to bust right then and there. speaking of busting—

“i-i’m sorry, i’m cumming! i’m sorry, i’m s-sorry,” you sobbed out, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. you tried to shut your thighs, but erwin just forced them right back open, him and nanami laughing together at how fucking adorable you were.

nanami squished your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him, “normally you’d be punished for that, but since we left you alone all day we’ll let it slide. don’t let it happen ‘kay babydoll?” his thumb traced over your plush lips, shoving the digit between them a second later. you moaned around his thumb, nodding at him with fat tears in your eyes.

“use your words.”

“yeth sir, thank you,” you squeaked when nanami pushed down on your tongue, opening your mouth wider. he pulled his hips back before thrusting forward, your broken moans sounding like music to his ears.

“such a good girl princess. now sit back and let us breed this cute cunt, yeah?”

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reverieblondie · 20 hours ago

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Book Club

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact! explicit smut, Porn with plot! Oral (fem receiving), P in V unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap people), dirty talk, reader is loud and Bucky loves it.

Summary: Working at a library and at times be boring... but what happens when one of your regulars wants to make a book club? Just you and him?

A/N: Self indulgence like always! Please let me know what you think! Never have written for Bucky but he's slowly consumed mt soul and I got this silly idea on a whim so I hope you all enjoy! If you like How I wrote for him send me an ask, request are open always!

Word Count: 5,723

‘The feeling of the cold metal is at first such a shock to her skin; it makes her whole body snap… and her thighs spread wider with need. He’s sliding his armored hand up so slowly… his ardent eyes drinking her in, relishing in all her sounds.

His princess, his lady he swore to always keep safe from anything, the one he promised to keep pure… now gasps and pleads for him to grace her with his touch.

Their game of stares and honeyed teasing finally had a result; they both lost…

She dragged him from the party, desperate for fresh air from the stuffy ballroom, but he knew the truth. She did it for him and his hate of crowds. Nothing ever gets past the princess he’s learned… but now, as she is so sweetly moaning and bucking your hips further, he’s learning more than he ever dreamed he could.

He brings his lips to her ear, kissing lightly before he whispers gruffly, “Shh Princess, we wouldn’t want anyone to catch you out here… with your skirts bundled up on your hips. With your knight’s hand in your cunt… They might get the wrong impression of you, my lady.”

She rolls her eyes as she squeezes his shoulders, her frustrations building. “Stop teasing, and please just touch me!”

He smirks as he brings his metal-covered finger to tease her clit, beaming as a moan rips from her throat as she-’

Ahem…

Entirely lost in the book’s text, you hardly notice the tall figure in front of your desk. It isn’t until a gruff clearing of their throat that it knocks you from your book, meeting your eyes to the piercing blue ones of Bucky Barnes. Who stands so patiently with his book in hand, waiting for you to do your job at the library instead of wasting time.

Fumbling with your bookmark, you hastily place it inside before awkwardly slamming your book down. “I am so sorry, Bucky. I was just…” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you can’t help but feel a bit foolish in front of him.

“Getting lost in the story? I understand a good book can take you away from the present. No need to apologize.” He kindly offers you the right words with a smile that always makes you want to swoon.

“Exactly,” you say with a sigh of relief, taking the book from his hands. Feeling the slight warmth from his fingers as his skin brushes long yours. Such a contrast to the usually frigid library… you bet his whole body is perfectly toasty to curl up with.

You must force yourself to stop your obvious gawking to look at the book he’s checking out. When you see the familiar front, you can’t help but giggle. “Checking out the Hobbit again?”

Bucky shrugs, keeping his smile as he looks at the book in your hands. “It’s my favorite, plus it helps comfort me.”

You bite your tongue, suddenly feeling like a complete idiot. Of course, he checks this book repeatedly; it’s like a memory of his former life… everyone knows what he’s been through, and now you’re teasing him like a jerk…

The start of an apology is on the tip of your tongue, but Bucky cuts you off before you can say anything, “I am starting to remember all the lines, though, and will need to start reading something else. Do you have any recommendations? Like what are you currently reading?”

He looks at the book you placed on the side, eyeing the title Iron Promises. “Sounds like a fantasy, which is right up my alley. What’s it about?” he asks, his curiosity piqued.

Bucky reaches over and opens the book right on the bookmark, but you’re quick to slap it closed and drag it back to your TBR stack, “Wait! Um… I don’t think it’s… your kind of book…”

“Why?” he asks, his brows furrowing, showing you that cute crease on his forehead. You fidget with it momentarily, feeling the awkwardness of the situation, trying your best to avoid his icy blue eyes.

“Well, it is a fantasy but also a romance…”

He tilts his head, “What’s wrong with romance? I can read a little romance.”

Internally, you grimace, More like a lot of heavy smut…

Bucky leans casually on the counter, his vibranium arm taking the weight as he gets closer. “Plus, it will be fun to read something together that we can talk about maybe… kind of like a book club… if you’re interested…”

The last part comes out a bit unsure, timid of possible rejection. You feel your cheeks blooming with a blush. A book club with James Bucky Barnes? This was something you could never even dream of.

You have been working at the library for a while now, and having the former Winter Soldier check out books was certainly a surprise. However, as time passed and he continued to visit, it became less shocking. In fact, you both began to form what felt like the beginning of a friendship as you talked more.

Over time, you discovered some fascinating aspects about him. He’s strict about returning books on time, surprisingly quite friendly once he’s opened up and got to know someone, revealing a sweet playful side to himself. And to your delight, he’s a secret nerd, which explains his desire to start a book club in the first place, though his reading choices differ from yours...

“A book club sounds fun… but please, not this one. I’m already almost done with it anyway. Maybe it should be something we both haven’t read.” You propose with a shaky smile, hoping he agrees.

He tilts his head in compilation until he’s eyeing past your shoulder. You blush despite knowing exactly what he’s doing… It’s the stack of your TBR right next to the computer. He browses through the stack, reading their spines until he finally points his finger, “How about that one?”

Clashing silver, Oh no….

Bucky asks if he can see it, and you bergrugently take it from the stack and place it in his hand. Thankfully, the cover of this book isn’t like some of the others with shirtless men holding women in a sensual embrace… but you know… you know that on the inside of the fantasy is spice that you’re not sure you’re ready for Bucky to know you’re into. Is he making fun of you? Or is this some weird game that will suddenly blow up in your face when he laughs at you?

Bucky looks over the cover and reads through the summary before finally looking up with one of his rare grins, “This is perfect. Do we have any extra copies? We could get started tonight.” -he’s completely earnest in wanting to do this. It’s terrifying and yet so endearing… if he wants to read a dirty fantasy smut book with you… who are you to deny him?

A few types on the computer show that you currently have one copy available, of course…

You see that Bucky is looking up at you expectantly; you will never know how a man you know can be completely deadly and look so adorable with his smirk and clear blue eyes. Sliding the Hobbit over, you sigh, “The last copy is in the fantasy selection; put this one back and go grab it.”

With a grin and a newfound pep in his step, Bucky takes the book, going to put it back and get the one for your book club. This may be the death of you… reading smut with the winter soldier, you couldn’t even fathom this shit.

It's been surprisingly really fun and going shockingly really well.

You two decided to have your first weekly meet-up at the library, somewhere you both knew well and could be comfortable with. To say you were nervous to talk to him about this romantic fantasy, this romantisy was an understatement. You figured if he said he hated it, the book club would dissolve, and you two would return to sharing smiles and small talk as he checked out his next selections. Sure, that thought made your gut twist into a bitter knot, but what was the alternative? You two hit it off … continue your little club with more books and conversions till you finally have two glasses of wine and slip how you think he is the most beautiful man you ever saw?

Okay… maybe not that…

Especially not now when you two are going up to the elevator in your apartment. How did this happen? Ah, yes, you two were getting stares in the library, so he suggested somewhere more private, and you just had to offer up your apartment.

"Meet me at the library, we can walk to my place!" - ugh, great thinking…

You're trying hard not to stare at Bucky's reflection in the silver walls while also trying to avoid the eyes of Mrs. Green… You attempted to warmly greet your elderly neighbor… but she just stared at you two with her usual annoyed grimace. This, of course, started a staring war between her and Bucky… Honestly, you're not sure who's going to fold first. Bucky, of course, had that hardened military edge, but Mrs. Green? That's one stubborn granny… it seems to last forever till the set of cold, wrinkly eyes finally slide over to you.

"Guest of yours?" she drawls dully.

"Um, yes! This is James Barnes. He's my-"

Mrs. Green taps her cane, making you stop talking, "Fine, fine, just make sure you two keep it down… I don't want to hear your sinning."

Your jaw drops, and Bucky seems to crack a smile. "W-what, it's not like that!"

Before you can explain, the elevator stops, sliding open and letting Mrs. Green waddle away to her apartment while you and Bucky follow suit to your place directly next to hers. God, you hope Bucky isn't too embarrassed. You're sure he's probably mortified.

Shyly looking over as you're shutting the door, you think he will be glaring, but suddenly, he's letting out a loud chuckle. Then, you are both bursting into hysterical laughter.

Three loud bangs knock on your door, and you two have taken a minute to silence yourself.

"She's… fun," Bucky finally mutters, making you almost snort.

"You should try living next to her. It's a dream."

"I bet.." he says slowly as he looks around the small living room. Taking the chance while he's looking around, you dart off to your room to grab your book and notes. You're trying to get back to him quickly, but not before sliding over to your mirror and fixing your hair; you're tempted to put on some lip gloss… but maybe that's too much.

A quick flip through your book reminds you of where your book left off. Ah, right, the fight scene that ended with the main two characters kissing… this will be great…

“He feels his blood still rushing through his veins, the sweat drenching his skin in a desperate attempt to cool himself from the carnage. Screams and the crashing of metal continue to ring in his ears till he turns and looks at her. No longer does he hear all those voices. He just hears his heartbeat… it’s not a want; it’s a need as he walks over to her, scooping her in his arms and kissing those full lips that have always been so taunting.”

You feel a shiver once Bucky gets through the last lines of the chapter. Hearing him read it makes it seem less cheesy. Though you still can’t get one question out of your mind…

“I wonder if it’s like that…”

He stops looking from the book’s text to meet your gaze, “what?”

As soon as the words slip from your lips, you regret not being more careful with your words. Bucky is the last person you should be asking about this topic. The public only knows fragments of his past, but even those snippets reveal that deeper issues are haunting him that you can only imagine. Bucky shifts on the couch, adjusting his posture from sitting wide-legged to leaning his elbows on his knees, almost hunching over.

Great, you made him uncomfortable; please, world, swallow you up and save Bucky from your obnoxiousness.

“Everything feels… distorted; it’s a surge of many things all at once. You have to try to bring your focus back… but that blood-pounding rush lingers, making you exhausted but still ready to jump at a moment’s notice.” Bucky shifts his gaze awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands. “At least that’s how I felt…”

You swallow, shocked he’s being so open…

“So the kissing part is unrealistic?”

You’re thankful that gets a laugh from Bucky, “Well, I’ve never kissed anyone right after a fight… but I can imagine if my blood was rushing hot enough, and the right girl was nearby… I would get carried away.”

Dammit… Why is that hot?

“Well, if you ever do it. Let me know?”

“Don’t worry, you will be the first to know…” Bucky replies so simply… but you can’t help how it makes your whole body feel suddenly hot.

It’s quiet for a beat before he’s readjusting to lean back, trying to look comfortable. “Okay, your turn; read your favorite part.”

You’re not sure if you should curse the universe... or be extremely grateful, but either way, it does not change the fact that Bucky is stowing away at your apartment to do some silent reading. A week before you two were supposed to meet at Bucky’s place for book club, loud construction started happening near his building, and he just couldn’t concentrate because of the noise. So, considering you’re his book club buddy, he asked if he could come by to catch up on some reading.

Of course, you said yes, then frantically started cleaning and prepping like you would for

a book club meeting. You’re excited but also extremely nervous!

The apartment is silent, aside from the sounds of soft breathing and the slow turns of the book’s pages. The calmness is comfortable; you were worried that the time would have been filled with awkward rambling ... but it’s not; you two had fallen into a quiet routine. It makes sense that you get more comfortable when two people spend time around each other. However ..... When you peek over to look at him taking up So much space on your sofa .... You feel sparks of electricity pop through your veins. His eyes locked to the text, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. His scruffed jaw in a lock and his full lips completely perfect.

It’s not until you see his tongue slightly lick his bottom lip that you break from your trace and realize you’re not even reading. You just staring at Bucky. Silently, you curse yourself for your shamelessness, but that only causes Bucky to quickly look up and meet your eyes. Oh, so suddenly you dart your face back to your book and try to hide that you were, in fact, leering. Of course ... it was in no way sublet, but Bucky is too much of a gentleman to say anything about it.

With the crisis averted you try to take in the book, even flipping the pages to reread a bit to familiarize yourself with what’s happening in the story. Blah, Blah, Blah, they are alone in the library together… finally starting to pay attention ... But unfortunately, old habits die hard, and before you can stop, you’re peeking for a glance again.

Creepy? Maybe, but it’s been a while since you spent time with someone silently like this. Plus, Bucky is beautiful, and getting to watch his little tics from how he lightly flicks the colored tabs with his thumb, and when he’s really entranced in the text, he slightly leans into the book, almost like he needs to read closer to really catch everything. Then suddenly… Bucky’s expression changes. You watch his eyes widen in surprise, and he sits back up fully straight. Of course, curious, you quickly scan some pages before finding the source of his surprise.

“And what do you think you’re doing on your knees, princess...” He grits through his teeth, watching as her dress billowed all around her and her hands slowly traced up his linen trousers. Inching towards where his cock is starting to strain the cloth.

“Trying to show my devotion to my knight...” She says innocently while pulling the ties.

Before she is done, he steadies his breath and comes back to reality, “You shouldn’t waste such sweetness on a man like me. I will ruin you.”

Considering his words, she pauses momentarily before looking back into his blue eyes, so dark in the library’s candlelight. It all becomes clear for her once more: her desire, her love for him.

“Then ruin me and forever mark me as yours…” From the look in her eyes, he knows She’s not. wavering

A good man would halt this and deny her... but he’s weak... and his love for her outweighs his rationality. He pulls the ties of his pants before gently he roughly grabs her and pushes…

- Oh my god!

Okay... it’s not like you haven’t read Smut in front of people before... but this is your crush... reading the same thing…

Embarrassed, you look up from the text, shutting the book only to be met with his eyes. You two stay locked for a moment, trying to ignore how both of your faces are starting to flush. Bucky’s eyes roam down to where you’re currently clenching your thighs. His light eyes suddenly get darker, and on the inside, you’re begging for him to spread you apart. But in your sudden nervous panic, you chuckle instead. Bucky matches your nervous chuckle with his own, though his is undoubtedly smoother. “These books love to just get to the point, huh? It and these situations... the p-positions, definitely unbelievable.”

You try to laugh off the whole thing, but to your surprise, Bucky doesn’t laugh. He shrugs while fidgeting with his book.” Not that unbelievable... I could easily lift you to my shoulders and not even waste a breath.”

Suddenly, the whole room feels like it’s shifted to its side. Was that a proposition? Maybe it’s just a statement? He is built, so he could lift you with one arm while the other rips.... - No! No!

Unsure where to take the conversation, you say the only thing that can come to your mind. “I’m going to drink water.”- Smooth...

Mentally slapping yourself, you walk to the kitchen and down some cold water before scrounging for something stronger. Maybe he was starting a discussion? But, of course, you ruin it by going into horny territory.

What if that’s the point, though... You freeze, feeling your heart rushing all over again...

Ahem...

You don’t even need to look up to see that it’s Bucky, standing in the kitchen doorway with a guilty look, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable... I didn’t realize how it sounded like a... proposition till it was out of my mouth, and I saw the look on your face. I mean... not that I wouldn’t... Want to, to um... show you.” Bucky hesitates again, “Wait, that’s not - well, do think you’re…”

It’s perplexing... a deadly super soldier., stumbling over his words like he’s nervous... You continue to watch him stumble, weighing your options..... Maybe putting everything out there will go well, or it will blow up in your face and ruin everything…

Letting your feet take over, you walk over to Bucky; as soon as you step forward, he’s putting his ice-blue eyes on you. He almost speaks again but gently places your hand on his broad chest before he can. Under your fingertips, you feel his heart racing despite his calm exterior. Bucky places his hand over yours, waiting till you’re ready to speak. He would probably stand her all night if he had to. But no, your mind’s made up, and the feeling of his warm skin on yours only cements it for you.

“I want you to show me... everything.”

It’s all Bucky needed to hear before gently touching your cheek and trailing his fingers down your jaw. His concentration flicked from your eyes to your lips as he slowly leaned in. Finally, his full lips met yours as he brushed a gentle kiss on yours. Then he kissed you repeatedly, letting his hand slide into your hair as the kiss grew more starved.

You wrapped your hands over his neck, standing on your tiptoes to tangle your fingers through his dark hair. Without hesitation, Bucky leaned down, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you closer. With you wrapped around his waist, he seeks more of your taste as he traces the softness of your lips with his tongue, begging for entry. Parting your mouth, you feel his tongue slide along yours in a perfect slowness that only adds to the heat between your legs.

It was sweet and desperate and only made him even more drunk with want. Bucky blindly walked with his lips locked, wandering to find your bedroom. He bumped and crashed into everything till, finally, you broke the kiss with a desperate panting.

“Hallway, left door...”

“Right, right…” he says through lidded eyes before kissing and licking against your mouth once more.

The super speed must be one of his other abilities because before you knew it, you were in your bedroom, pushed against your wall as his tongue traced down the column of your throat. And his hands slide down from your waist to tease the hem of your shirt up. You run your fingers through his hair as he sucks along your collarbone, leaving his marks, waiting to finally feel his hands on your skin.

He’s so close. He wants to lift your shirt but hesitates. “Bucky, please, take it off... touch me…

Bucky feels weak from your desperate pleading. Wants to touch you, feel you, head into the crock of your neck, further getting fuck you. He rests his drunk on you. As you’re about to plead again, suddenly you’re lifted forward, and your shirt is ripped from your skin; your bra, bottoms, and panties couldn’t be saved, however, as he tears them off you.

With your clothes discarded, Bucky paints, staring down at your naked body reverently before hosting you up to kiss your soft breast and run his hot tongue over your nipples. Both his hands help pin you to the wall of the bedroom. The contrast of their touch is intoxicating. His warm flesh hand cupping and pinching your breast for his mouth to lick. While the cold of his metal arm keeps your legs spread, inching further to your aching core, making you moan in the excitement of that erotic pleasure of filling you with his cold fingers.

Your moaning is debauched and needy; you’re quick to cover your mouth to silence yourself, but Bucky needs to hear you. Bucky moves your hand from your lips, “No, I need to hear you screaming for me. Come on, Don’t hold back...

For added measure, his metal fingers finally brush through your pussy, dragging your slick all over your sex. It’s so cold it makes your nipples harden, and a shivering moan rip from your throat. He looks into your lidded eyes, memorizing every noise you make as he teases your quivering slit with his two fingers, Then harshly pinches your clit, making you jerk your hips.

“Never Imagined you would be so sensitive like this...” He rubs rough circles over your cunt, making you slam your head back against the wall as your grinding hips beg for more. “You like it there?” He says roughly into your ear before pinching your swollen pearl once more.

“Yes! Fuck yes! please, Bucky…”

He pulls his hand away from your sticky cunt, you whine from the loss of being so close, but your complaint dies in your throat as he licks his metal fingers shining from your arousal. “Ready, princess?”

You nod completely at his mercy. Bucky quickly lifts you further up the wall, putting your legs over his shoulders as his face noses into your puffy cunt. He really can do any position with you. Bucky’s nose rubs your clit, making your legs clamp, then his tongue licks a slow strip over your wet folds, making you say his name...

The sound of his name leaving your lips has him losing himself to taste more. Moving his tongue into your drooling cunt, trying to drink in every drop in and out, making your whole body ignite with a fever as your breaths come out in long surrendering moans. Lost in the passion, you grind your hips against his sinful tongue, losing your mind as he groans in approval.

You’re close to your peak, ready to let it snap and crash over you till loud slamming starts knocking against your wall... You feel Bucky growl, and you’re scared he’s going to stop... but instead, he moves his mouth to suck and nip at your clit, making you keen louder as he slams his fist against the wall back in what you’re considering a warning...

Sorry, Mrs. and Mr. Green... you will send over cookies… or not… You can’t care right now as the coil in your stomach tightens till a snap is felt in your veins, and an electric rush is aching through your whole body. Legs shaking, your body loses control as you cum all over Bucky’s eager tongue. Bucky lets you ride out your high over his tongue till it’s approaching overstimulation. He pulls away from you, his chin soaked, and as he lowers you down gently to your unsteady feet, you still see that hunger in his eyes, which still remains.

He whips his mouth before licking the remnants away from his hand, “Which position next?”

He asks with a smirk, and you feel another surge of heat burst through you to your “M-might be boring... but the bed?”

Bucky looks from you to your metal framed bed and chuckles, “Just don’t be mad if I break it...” - Wait. What?

You can’t ask for clarification on that last statement because Bucky is already turning you to the queen-sized bed with a quick tap to your ass. “Lay down and touch yourself for me...”

His honeyed voice instantly makes you feel needy as you fumble into the mattress, spreading your legs wide and slowly rubbing your clit as you watch Bucky strip. His skin is beautiful, scars and all... Immaculate is the best way you can describe him from his bulging muscles, chiseled abdomen... and his cock straining, already glistening at the tip. The noise that leaves your lips is involuntary and makes Bucky smile shyly as he removes his underwear. Bucky strides closer, keeping his eyes on your dripping cunt, “Oh, I love the sounds. Please keep them coming.”

He crawls over your body, completely overwhelming you with the heat, sight, and smell of him. Everything was now James Bucky Barnes, and it made you spread your legs wider for more. Bucky leans down, brushing your lips with his in a filthy kiss, “Tell me you want it, come on, Sweetheart... Please, I need to hear that sweet voice beg for me, for my cock…”

You feel yourself grinding on nothing just from the sound of his sweet desperation, “Bucky, please ... I need you... need you to fill me up…”

Bucky catches your hips in a bruising grip lifting them, forcing your back to arch as he lines up his thick length, “So good to me...” he says, almost in a daze, before his rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slick before pushing into your tight cunt.

As Bucky's cock finally stretches you open, you wrap your arms tightly around his neck as the intense stretch makes you gasp in sweet agony. It's music to Bucky's ears as he takes his time pushing down each inch to the base, filling you completely. Your cunt clenches on his length, allowing you to feel every burning curve and vein as they rub your raw insides down to your cervix. The drooling tip of his cock licking against that tender spot inside you, forcing your toes to curl.

His thrust starts out as slow and soft before his breathing starts to pick up, and he slams his hips into you faster and faster. Your bed begins to squeak with a whine, but he keeps his pace steady and desperate for the sounds of your high-pitched moans as he moves in and out of your snug cunt.

Every thrust is hot and tingling as he alternates from fast and rough with his hand on your throat to soft, slow rolls of his hips hitting deep as he kisses you gently. It's all building to that familiar tensing you felt when he had you against the wall. Bucky starts to pick up his pace, holding your hip with one hand as the other grabs the metal frame, banging against the wall.

Your eyes roll from him being so deep, managing to open your eyes for a moment. You see Bucky flushed, with his eyes locked on yours, while he holds in his primal groans with each clench of your wet cunt. The sight makes you gasp, holding him tighter and bringing your legs to wrap around his waist. You move your hips in time with his thrust till your core starts to burn, and his groans form into delish moans that only strengthen your resolve to fuck against him faster.

Bucky's cock throbs as he kisses along your skin, his breath hot and frantic as it blows over your sweating skin. With a final thrust, you feel the white-hot wave of pleasure flood over you in an instant, It not only burns through your body but your mind as well till it is clouded in an orgasmic haze. Bucky shudders at the feeling of you cumming against his cock, with a moan that sounds almost like a whimper, his hips still, the throbbing more frantic like a heartbeat as you feel your cunt filled with thick squirts of cum. Looking up at him, so lost in his pleasure, he looks so soft, his eyes doe-like and lidded as his full lips are parted to allow him to gasp for short, stabilizing breaths. It's beautiful to see him this way.

You two stay still as you come down from your highs; Bucky slowly pulls out and lays his fevered body beside yours. He may not be in a full sweat... but there's definitely a sheen of it glazing his skin, and you feel pretty accomplished for wearing him down... even if it's only a little.

Bucky takes his time clearing the two of you up and getting you water. As he walks in with water for you, you notice he's brought in the book and the colorful tabs you lent him. He settles beside you, getting underneath the sheets and pulling you closer before opening the book where he left off; Bucky starts to read like you two didn't just have mind-blowing sex.

You keep watching him till he drifts his eyes from the pages to your face, "Yes?"

"You're really going to read right now? That's fine, but I'm surprised you're not exhausted."

Bucky laughs, "Well, I don't want to be late for our next meeting. Plus, this way, I can tab some more positions for us to try."

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