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[walidgoldpreppy]

Tony and Malik, Goldlove

TonyGold leaves his apartment, his Gold uniform perfectly hugging his new powerful muscles. His physical transformation is undeniable, each step heavy with the strength he now feels. He heads towards the local gym, where other members of *Team Gold* train. He can't help but smile, proud to be one of them, dressed in this bright Gold.

As soon as he crosses the doors of the gym, several eyes turn towards him. The members of Team Gold are easily spotted: all sporting the same Golden equipment, perfectly sculpted bodies, muscular and obedient to an omnipresent discipline.

Among them, one man particularly catches TonyGold's attention. A tall man, with tanned skin, and short black hair carefully styled. He wears his *Gold jersey* with ease, his name embroidered on the back: *MalikGold*. TonyGold approaches, a confident smile on his lips.

"Hey, do you train here often?" he asks, adjusting his cock in your Gold shorts.

MalikGold, looking up, smiles.

"Every day, man. Once you wear the gold, you have no choice, it's like a drug." Malik answers in a deep voice. He gives him an appreciative look, his dark eyes traveling over Tony's bulging muscles.

"I understand you. I'm TonyGold, I just joined the team." Tony says, holding out his hand.

"I'm MalikGold. Welcome to us. You'll see, being on Team Gold is not just about training. There are also... other benefits." Malik approaches, his smile taking on a more seductive turn.

Tony senses the immediate attraction between them, a connection that goes beyond simple flirting. The energy between the members of Team Gold seems more intense, as if their shared devotion to Gold creates an instinctive bond. MalikGold continues,

"You should check out the basement of the gym. It's reserved for us guys, Team Gold. We have a private area with special equipment... and free massages. You know, just to help you recover after training." Malik places a hand on Tony's shoulder, letting the contact linger for a long moment.

"Free massages?" Tony arches an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Oh yeah, and trust me, you're going to love it." Malik whispers from a little closer, his eyes burning with a mischievous glint.

"Follow me, I'll show you."

Tony follows Malik to a discreet staircase at the back of the gym, which leads to a private area. The mood changes immediately when they enter the basement. The lights are dim, casting a soothing Golden glow. High-end equipment, sauna cabins, private spaces, he sees two men with Gold jersey and sweaty bodies through a foggy window porthole, the sight stirring something in his shorts.

Finally a massage room dedicated to Golden members.

"Welcome to Golden paradise." Malik murmurs with a knowing smile.

"Pick a table and relax. The masseurs here are... very talented." Malik winks before heading to another area.

Tony settles himself on a massage table, his body still vibrating with energy from the workout. A moment later, a man with copper skin enters the room. He wears a Gold uniform, different from Tony's, more fitted, more sensual. He is a masseur, with smooth, tanned skin, his features finely chiseled. His eyes, Golden, sparkle in the dim light.

"My name is WilliamGold. Are you ready to relax?" he asks in a low, hypnotic voice, his expert fingers brushing Tony's back.

"Yes... I think I need it." Tony murmurs, already feeling his muscles relax under Will's touch. The massage begins gently, William's hands expertly sliding over Tony's back, working each tense muscle. The sensation is almost too good, each movement seems to release hidden tension. The warmth and light scent of eucalyptus fill the room, creating an atmosphere of total relaxation.

"You're new to the team, aren't you?" William asks as he continues to massage.

"Yes... I just joined."

"I see... You'll soon discover that wearing gold changes more than just your physical appearance. It changes everything." William increases his pressure on a particular point in the lower back near Tony's buttocks, and Tony sighs in satisfaction.

But something happens. The rhythm of William's hands becomes slower, more circular, and the masseur's voice begins to seep into Tony's mind.

"Let yourself go, inhale... exhale... Breathe deeply... Every muscle in your body surrenders to this sensation... You feel lighter and lighter..."

William's words are soft, almost sing-song, and before he knows it, Tony is slowly falling into a trance. His thoughts become hazy, his eyelids heavy, his cock hard, and soon, all that matters is the feel of William's Golden touch, and the captivating sound of his voice some like flowing water.

"Every member of the team must obey... Follow the rules... You are now part of us... And you want the others to join the team, you want to share this gold... you want to share this pleasure, this erection, you must share it, be hard for your other golden brothers and they hard for you."

Tony, completely under William's spell, drools, smiles and nods weakly, his mind completely overwhelmed by hypnosis. His thoughts are reshaped, his desire to obey the team strengthened, as is his need to convince other men to follow this same Golden path, to look at his beautiful Golden cock, to look at their beautiful Golden cock When William finishes the massage, Tony is in a state of total peace, his Golden eyes sparkling.

After the massage, TonyGold feels completely relaxed, his mind still clouded by the trance William has put him in. His muscular body, his erect cock respond obediently to the slightest requests, a feeling of total submission floating in his mind.

As he gets up from the table, William smiles at him, his Golden eyes sparkling with an almost possessive glow.

"Do you feel good?" William asks in a suave voice, his hands sliding one last time over the firm muscles of Tony's back.

"Yes... really good" Tony murmurs, hypnotized by William.

MalikGold then passes into the room, throwing a knowing look at Tony.

"So, relaxed, bro?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

Tony, still under the influence of the trance, is now completely captivated by Malik, his attention riveted on him. Malik, noticing Tony's obvious interest in him, leans down slightly, his hand rubbing Tony's chest then hard pecs to go down into his shorts towards something equally hard.

"You've got something impressive, TonyGold." he murmurs in a low voice.

"I'd really like to see more... Maybe we could meet outside the gym, what do you say?"

Tony's heart beats faster, his mind still fuzzy, but the warmth of Malik's body so close to his own awakens an intense desire in him.

"Yes... that would be nice." he murmurs, totally seduced.

Malik smiles, satisfied, and slides his second hand over Tony's broad shoulders then down his back and into his shorts, sliding and gripping his fleshy buttocks, before stopping all contact and taking out his phone.

"Give me your number, TonyGold. We can arrange a meeting... and who knows, maybe you'll get another massage, more... personal."

Tony, without hesitation, gives his number, unable to refuse Malik anything, his mind still spellbound by hypnosis. Amir then leans in, his lips gently approaching his, and kisses him with surprising warmth. Tony feels his body shiver under the softness of the kiss, his mind completely captivated.

After the kiss, Malik straightens and motions for him to follow him to the locker room.

There, the two men begin to change. MALIK removes his Gold uniform with effortless elegance, revealing a slim but well-shaped body, before donning a couture suit. The dark gray wool jacket is perfectly tailored, with a Gold satin lining that adds a touch of refinement. His crisp white shirt contrasts with the tie he ties with expert precision. His black leather shoes shine, finely polished, and he adjusts a Gold tie clip that sparkles under the locker room light.

Tony watches him, admiring Malik's poise, mesmerized by his perfect allure. He feels both inspired and attracted, and without even realizing it, he mimics his movements. Tony removes his Gold jersey, revealing his broad, muscular torso, and begins to put on his own suit. He chooses a three-piece navy suit, with a crisp white shirt and a sky blue tie with thin white stripes. His tan leather shoes match his belt, and he makes sure that every detail of his appearance is impeccable, as dictated by his new code of conduct.

Watching Malik adjust his collar in the mirror, Tony can't help but compliment him.

"You really have style. I admire that..." Malik smiles, finishing adjusting his tie knot.

"Thanks, and you don't look bad either. You have to represent the team with elegance, don't you?"

Tony nods, adjusting his tie one last time, satisfied with his look. He feels good, more confident than ever, ready to face the rest of the day with new energy. In that moment, he knows that his life has changed forever.

(End of part 7)

Part 6

[konigsblog]

any of the 141 guys being a perverted masseur and subtly massaging the reader's private parts until they finally have sex

their hands gradually getting lower, running down your spine, groping your ass and disguising it as part of the massage. yet, their hands seemed to go places they shouldn't; your tits - pulling your body up, massaging your soft breasts, a light groan escaping their lips when they swirl their finger tips around your hardened nipples, biting your lip in an attempt to hide the lustful and sexual noises dying to get out of you.

rubbing your clit, a breathy moan echoing in the room, arching your back further into them. barely noticing the sounds of their trousers unzipping, only realizing when a hard, throbbing cock nudged at your cunt, precum weeping from the head. anticipation causing you to arch your back further into them, and whining when they teased your needy clit with the tip of their dicks :(((((

[shotmrmiller]

my back have been hurting so bad lately and I think i require a massage in order to continue the rest of life but I don't have someone to give me one nor the money to get one.

Imagine masseur/chiropractor!simon or even masseur/chiropractor141 who are professionals who mainly give massages and chiropract? Body builders, sportsmen but also normal people.

Imagine your appointment(massage or chiropractic) got mixed up and in place of your regular girl there's this buff as fuck guy. First you thought you got the wrong room but this was it.

He was intimidating and it was kinda awkward but its ok it's the norm for you. His hands were so big, you were almost scared he was gonna be too rough for you. This was meant to be relaxing!

You can wherever you want with this!

in my notes, I have a chiropractor/airrosti Simon because he fits the bill. Every chiro ive ever gone to is always some beast of a man who folds me into a pretzel easily.

can you look at this ache that i have in between my legs, it just—

i also need my hips realigned so bad— my neck popped too because the tension i got going on there? taut like a harp string. I have someone pick me up from behind with my arms crossed in front of my chest every day, and every fucking time my spine sounds like bubble wrap.

hello smut, my old friend. i left the 141 nameless, enjoy. if it's soap just, he speaks good english, ok.

TW: prob dub-con of a sort? this does not happen in real life; it is all porn. Masseuses are professionals through and through, no matter how naked you are.

--

You're not small by any means, and yet his hands cover the expanse of your back. Your waist.

And you're trying to keep it professional, truly, but when his slick hands dig into a knot that was hidden behind your shoulder blade, the moan you let out is obscene, and you mumble out a quick apology.

How bloody embarrassing.

"S'all right, I hear that all the time."

He silently starts up again, but this time it feels like he's digging his thumbs into your muscles harder, and this time you can't stop the mewls that escape you— It's just aching so deliciously.

"I'm really," a hiss, "sorry! I just really needed this," a groan, "sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Then his hands start to glide downwards, and when his knuckles dig into where your lower back meets your upper glutes, your hips lift off the massage table as your back arches.

You're too busy trying to get away from that cramp-like pain to notice that he places his hand on the back of your upper thigh to keep you still— his fingers a little too close to your cunt.

"Stay still. The lower back always has the most tension because it's used almost all day every day," he informs.

You continue to squirm, saying, "I'm trying! I swear I—" and freeze, arse up, head on the table because you felt his fingertips graze your slit.

Oh, gods. Now you've gone and done it! He accidentally touched you and it's all your—

"So that's how I get you to listen?" He uses one finger to firmly stroke at your entrance again. "If this is what it takes then so be it."

What?

One hand disappears for a second, the other keeping your hips propped up, and then he's touching you again, but this time with two, very slick fingers. His fingers move lower, closer to the table, until he finds your clit.

"Stay still f'me, I'll take care of you."

--

He took good care of you, a little too good, honestly. Almost like he does it for a living.

You came around his fingers once, with his mouth twice, and then once more when he fucked you.

He took you with one of your legs holding you up, the other bent and up on the table with his hand around your neck as he whispered how tight you are around him. That was because of how painfully large he was. He stretched you to your limit, and even then, he had said something about not being able to fit his cock all of the way inside.

It was a pounding, and you're surprised that no one burst the door open because you were sure that anyone could hear the lewd slapping of skin coming from inside the room.

As you got shakily dressed, you teasingly asked him if he did this with all of his clients, and he admitted that no, just you.

Sure.

Don't believe me? Let me see you again outside of here and I'll prove it.

You stumbled out of the office with his cum dripping onto your knickers, but hey.

He massaged some of the stress away, and fucked out the rest.

You were relaxed.

[quiveringdeer]

Random fucked up plot came to me last night and @lemmetreatya encouraged me to post it. If someone wants to me it a real fic I know at least three peeps that would love to read it 👀

Masseur!Jean x (naive/ditzy/bimbo)!Reader Idea

Booking your first ever masaage appointment with masseur!Jean. Maybe a friend recommended him or you just found him via Google or something.

Jean's a professional. Sweet and charming to help you feel the most comfortable for your first time. He thinks you're hot but avoids giving you a real look over. Cause again, he a professional. 💁🏽‍♀️

Being creepy is not how you get repeat clients afterall.

You're his last appointment of the day.

Which is great because the way you're moaning and whining when he works out a particularly stubborn knot has his blood heating up.

He's for sure going to need to rub one out after you head out.

Truly. The sounds are obscene. They got him wondering if maybe you're doing it on purpose.

It doesn't help the way your body is physically reacting either. He's working the oil into your legs. Spending ample time on your tight calves before moving up to your thighs.

He's staying well within the appropriate zone for his work but then your thighs are spreading further on their own. You've got to know what you're doing.

You really don't. At least not doing it to actively seduce him. It just feels so, so good. His hands are so warm against your skin and the strength in his fingers as they smooth the tension from your tight muscles is fucking divine. You're gonna have to book another session ASAP.

For his own sake, Jean ends massaging the back of your thighs, pulling the towel down over your lower half and tapping your shoulder for you to turn over.

He turns around after giving you the instruction. For your modesty. But also cause the way you groan as you start to stretch out and turn has him biting his lip.

He also needs a minute to get rid of his hardon. Cause the sweatpants he's wearing leave nothing to the imagination.

It's a waste of time cause it's back not two minutes into massaging your neck and shoulders.

You're whimpering like a slut and he's got a perfect view of the way your face is screwing up all pretty.

He digs his fingers deeper than needed, making you gasp, your back arching off the table.

And like my brain don't know how to get to the fucking park but-- maybe he convinced her not too far into things that it's standard for the masseuse to undress too. Or just allows his hands to move where she so clearly wants them to be and while she's all riled up, needy and delirious he gets on top of the table with her --it's a very stable massage table I guess lmao-- and fucks a creampie into her. 😌

ok, feel free to carry on with your day.

[chris-bodywork-euston]

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[oonajaeadira]

So I'm having bad period cramps this evening and wondering if you would tell us more about Masseur Pedro (from across the street) relieving those types of cramps?

(But of course if that isn't your thing and you don't want to write about it, totally understand)

Aw Wiggles!! I'm so sorry about your cramps. I know how that goes, believe me.

Well, now you have me thinking. And yearning. Because damn if I don't wanna be massaged and railed into well-being. And if he's magic enough to get rid of that kind of ache? Please. (Dear universe, I have been a good girl...can I please have?)

PATS’s Technique for Relieving Period Cramps (GTTT Universe)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. This is not RPF.)

Warning: Smut under the cut. <3

(gif by pescopedral)

PATS’s Technique for Relieving Period Cramps (GTTT Universe)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. This is not RPF.)

Warning: Smut under the cut. <3

Before he does anything else, our boy would divest you of your shirt and bra. Facing you, he'd bring you in against his chest, run his hands up your sides and push your arms up overhead, pressing your palms together, and asking you to keep them like that. Then he'd wrap an arm around your lower back and the other hand would come up behind to cradle the back of your head. He'd ask you to put your weight into his hands and allow your hands to guide you in a backward dive. He'd balance you and bend you back as far as you were comfortable, giving your abdominals a good stretch against him, (and running his nose and lips down your neck and collar for good measure).

For the massage, he'd start you face down on the table, tummy on the heated surface. (If you have a lot of pressure in your breasts and being on your front hurts, there's a horizontal section of the table that slides out and your breasts are just cradled by the sheet in that section.) He'd concentrate on a few pressure points--the webbing between your thumb and forefinger, the space between your big and second toes, a specific point on the back of your calves--before just giving you a very gentle, flowing hand-over-hand full-body rub-down. Then he'd have you turn over and place a warming blanket over you, sliding hands under to gently massage at your CV6 point, just below your navel--it's good for helping to relieve bloat. Other than these pressure points, he'd take it very slow and gentle, a relaxation through constant flowing touch, knowing that your body can be extra sensitive at this time, the intent to get all your muscles to feel warm and soft. During transition, he wouldn't ask you what you wanted this night...he's got a plan and you're under orders.

Hour two would start with intercrural sex, him spooning you from behind and thrusting through your clamped thighs tucked up high and hard against you, bringing a climax on by friction alone, getting you nice and lubricated for him. Then he'd roll you on your back and have you breathe with him as he entered and opened you slowly, very very slowly, taking lots of time letting you relax, working his big hands over your abdomen, kneading and warming you there while he fitted himself in. From there he'd put his weight on you and just take you nice and slow...utterly forbidding you you to move. For this one, you'd have to go limp and let him do all the work, no using your abdominals, just allow him to slide through and use you. (All the while he'd to talk you through it, tell you what he's doing to you, tell you to breathe, make you understand that if you just lie still he's got you.) Once you come, it would be hands and knees for him to enter back in, but he'd pull you upright and support you next to him with your back arched--stretching those abdominals again--and get himself off that way inside you. And you'd know by now that this would be the time to praise him and tell him how good he's making you feel. It would make him let go and really enjoy himself, putting a whole new layer of push and stretch and pleasure into it.

Surprisingly, hour three would have a little less rest and a little more warm. He'd leave you for a few minutes to draw a hot bath before coming back to lead you across the hall and down into the warm water, instructing you to clean yourself and relax for a bit. Meanwhile, he'd change the sheets and prep a hot water bottle. He'd come back to sponge down your shoulders and spine, massage and squeeze your neck a little, roll your head lightly while you're warm in the water. Then it's to bed with you and the bottle, but he'd stay the first five minutes just to move his hands across your forehead, smoothing your hair away, smoothing muscles out, using lavender on your temples and gently pressing a couple relaxation points there, before letting you be.

He'd send you home with instructions for tea and chocolates, warming pads and pain relievers--he'd have multiple suggestions in case you're not down with pills.

And, of course he'd leave a note on your paperwork to let him know when your cramps are acting up again, that if he couldn't clear his schedule for you, that he'd be more than happy to have you over earlier or later that day....more than happy. He wouldn't say as much, but perhaps you'd get the feeling that he has something of a fondness for all the extra this time of the month brings--the extra lubrication, the extra grittiness, the extra care.

It miiiight be a thing for him.

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SERIES MASTERLIST

[drainthehero]

Superman meets the Parasite. Chapter 1

Clark was thrilled. His own story! He had been at the Planet for over six months and had never been allowed to chase his own story. Perry had either shot his ideas down in seconds or – worse yet – given it to a more seasoned reporter like the loud and obnoxious Lois Lane. He rolled his eyes just thinking about the gloating look she often gave him.

He had finally found one in the sweet spot. True, no other reporter had even the slightest interest in it – one even threated to quit if assigned it, but Perry hadn’t shot it down immediately so Clark figured he deserved to put it in the win column.

Three male college athletes had gone missing over the past two months. Naturally that story was huge and everyone was chasing it. But Clark believed he had found evidence linking the three to a sports masseur. The evidence was not particularly damning, but Clark had a hunch.

He had flown by the studio a few times as Superman and had to admit it looked pretty innocent. Still, a hunch was a hunch and a story was a story!

And so it was that Clark had come up with the fairly uninspired cover of posing as a recently transferred senior who would be joining the wrestling team. He was now standing in his tiny shabby apartment checking out his disguise.

He was wearing a used wrestling unitard purchased from a past wrestling student. The crotch was a bit worn and the unitard was a bit tight around his thighs but that hardly worried him. His impervious skin could never feel chafing after all. He looked at himself in the mirror admiring the plan, his handsome youthful face beaming back a smile at himself. His massive pectorals and biceps were perhaps above average for a wrestler, but he gave them a quick flex and figured they would pass.

He reached down and grabbed his cock to adjust it and was rewarded with a pulsing semi from the combination of the sheerness of the fabric and his own touch. The red briefs from his Superman costume had a lining that helped to smooth his bulge and obscure his excitement – which – at only 21 years of age was fairly regular. The last thing Superman needed was a visible erection. He blushed in his Smallville way as he confessed to himself that he certainly fit the bill physically.

He realized he was now feeling pretty horny, so he decided to take care of himself before setting out. The masseur might get the wrong idea if Clark turned up for a massage with a raging hard-on after all.

He slid the two straps over his large rounded deltoids and peeled the sheer fabric off his muscles like a second skin. He then lay back on the bed and looked down at himself and grabbed the base of his now hard cock in his hand. Through the valley where his pecs met and over the ridges of his abs he could clearly see his shaft standing at full mast. He knew it stood up 9 inches as he had measured it almost every day of his eighteenth year until it had stopped growing.

He then started to stroke his big cock, his hand pumping up and down the shaft. As his stroked himself, he imagined that the feeling was made by Jimmy Olsen – another new intern at the Planet –riding up and down his shaft in long slow strokes and that Jimmy was also jerking his own cock over the abs of Clark.

He did a full flex of the big super bicep on his free arm. In his fantasy this drove Jimmy wild and he rode the big cock harder and faster. His imagination saw Jimmy cumming all over the big chest and chiseled abs of the young superhero and this prompted the super cock to also reach climax. Clarks’ breathing sped up, his balls moved up close to his cock and Clark lifted and arched his back and shot his own big load over his abs and chest. His muscular body convulsed in the throes of his orgasm and he squeezed the head a few times to milk the remaining juice from his uncut head.

Clark lay there in bliss for a moment, before cleaning himself off with a towel.

Seeing the time and not wanting to be late, Clark threw a shirt over the unitard and grabbed his bag which held his normal clothes as well as his Superman costume.

Clark felt the need to blend in so he took the bus and arrived just on time. The studio felt legitimate to his inexpert eye, with an assortment of charts and posters talking about muscle groups or elite performance.

He was greeted warmly by the masseur, Rudy, who ushered him directly through to the sparsely furnished consulting room. Once inside Rudy gestured to the massage table and said, “Please undress and lay on your stomach. I’ll just step out and let you get ready.” He went back through the door leaving Clark alone.

Clark cursed himself silently for his lack of preparation. He had never needed a massage before and so didn’t know the etiquette. He stripped off all his clothes and placed them on a small table, laying down on the table naked. Seems a little odd, but I guess I can go with it.

After a minute Rudy re-entered the room and saw the naked ass of the young jock proudly displayed on the table. It was possibly the tightest bubble butt he had ever seen, causing him to lick his lips in distracted anticipation, feeling his heartrate pick up. Rudy decided it was a little unusual but if Clark was comfortable being naked then he could manage. He had admired the young jock from the moment he entered the studio, with boyish good looks, a strong jaw and muscular physique.

Rudy wheeled his tray closer and started to select oils. “Now, just relax,” he said in a calm voice, “I’m going to start by testing the tightness of your muscles.”

Rudy applied the oils to the broad back of the young Man of Steel, watching as the muscles twitched under the skin in response to the lower temperature and probing touch. He placed both hands on the strong back muscles and started to apply pressure. “Mmmm,” said Rudy softly. “These muscles are very tight Clark.”

This was the part that had most concerned Clark and so he stayed focused on suppressing his powers and keeping his super muscles as loose and untensed as he possibly could. He did not dare flex his muscles as Rudy might get suspicious by the impervious muscles of steel.

From the moment Clark stepped into his office, Rudy had felt a burning need to consume the energy of the young wrestling stud. Those big muscles appeared to be bursting with the energy needed to satisfy his terrible hunger. “Just relax, Clark,” he said in that soothing voice, “I will now start to move the tension around. If you feel any weakness or dizziness, that is completely normal as blood vessels open up.”

The muscles felt thick and dense under his touch but Rudy ignored this and started to probe cautiously with his power. He knew to start with only small amounts as this was easily disregarded by his subjects as a product of the therapy.

Rudy started to draw the energy through the rippled back muscles of Clark and was shocked by the result of his actions. He almost exclaimed audibly but barely managed to maintain his composure. He had never before felt anything like this. Comparing the power of Clark to other young men he had worked on was like comparing a glass of water to an ocean!

As Rudy continued to absorb power from the young jock he realized that this could not possibly be an ordinary young man and that this must in fact be some kind of enhanced male, possibly even the young new hero they called Superman. Rudy was instantly suspicious about the motives of the young jock on his table and decided to take a more cautious approach.

Mustering all of his will-power he stopped draining the energy from Clark and just continued with his normal massage. Rudy thrilled as he ran his hands over the various powerful muscles on the athletic physique, drinking in the view of the thighs, calves, biceps and of course the buns of steel. Taking advantage of Clark’s nakedness, Rudy even slipped a seemingly absent finger between those delicious buns and brushed the puckered hole of the young muscle stud.

Rudy slowly and meticulously plowed his hands in and around the muscles, thrilling at the feel of the unbridled power humming just below the surface of the amazingly muscular body. Even without his draining ability, the physical contact still got Rudy semi hard and hungry for more.

Rudy completed the massage in a professional tone and sent Clark on his way with a future booking time.

Clark got off the table feeling a little strange after the massage, but he assumed it was due to spending so long telling his muscles to stay limp. Rudy had done nothing unusual leaving Clark to doubt his instincts as he left the studio.

Clark spent the next three days turning up dead ends until Rudy contacted him with an invitation to an elite squad session that evening at a local hall. The location and short notice set off Clark’s reporter instincts so he enthusiastically agreed to attend. He left shortly after wearing gym casual with his costume and normal clothes in his bag.

Clark arrived at the hall to find Rudy talking with four athletes around Clark’s own age. Rudy welcomed Clark to the group and gave everyone time for introductions, Clark being careful to memorize the names and faces of the young men.

The workshop got underway with Rudy covering a range of relevant topics. So relevant in fact that Clark again began to doubt himself. As the session drew to a close Rudy was joined by two men and two women who would be assisting with the post talk physical.

Everyone was paired and led to a private room. Rudy paired with Clark and led him through a door and into a poorly lit windowless room with a massage table in the middle. “Some of these old community buildings look a bit tired, aren’t they?” joked Rudy with a grin.

Once again Rudy left Clark to undress and rejoined the room once Clark was lying naked on the table. “I’m glad you could make it tonight Clark,” Rudy said conversationally. “I felt during your last session that I didn’t make much progress with your muscles. They are really tight and I wasn’t quite prepared for them.”

“Oh I didn’t notice at all, Rudy,” Clark replied nervously, worried his abilities might give him away. “I actually felt much more loose and relaxed afterward.” As he lay there he once again focused all his attention on keeping his body loose and his super muscles limp.

“Well thank you. Let’s get started then. Let me know if you would like me to change anything.” With that Rudy once again applied the oils to the broad muscular back lying before him and started to massage and knead with his expert fingers.

As he played his hands around and over the big lateral muscles he started the process of slowly draining energy from the big muscle hunk. Not too much at once or he would risk raising the attention of what he assumed was the young Man of Steel.

After working the shoulders, laterals and lower back Rudy then progressed to the trunk like legs, kneading heavily into the hamstrings and then down to the calves. The muscles felt amazing under his hands and he was sure he felt them softening as the massage drew on. Clark found himself drifting in and out of partial sleep during the session and when it came time to turn over he did so without noticing the sluggishness in his body.

As Clark settled onto his back Rudy drank in the sight before him. The huge chest of the young hero was rising and falling steadily and the abdominal ridges of the otherwise flat stomach leading down the short neat pubes around the base of what was a pretty big but currently flaccid shaft with uncut head. The shaft was hanging lazily over the large round balls.

Rudy got to business and started to rub his hands into the pectoral muscles, making circular motions in the hard muscle mass. The big slabs felt glorious under that smooth skin. He then massaged each of the large biceps, running up and down and around their length repeatedly, feeling the thick and dense muscle moving beneath between his fingers. Finally he gave the same attention to the huge quads.

As Rudy rubbed the oil into the chest big thighs of the young hero he saw Clark’s cock stiffening. It crawled slowly around the thigh as it grew and hardened before it finished pointing up the muscular abdomen of the hunky hero. By the time it was finished growing it must have been 8 or 9 inches long! This allowed the bulbous balls of the young man to sit free and clear resting in the valley of the big thigh muscles.

Rudy continued to work the huge thighs, spreading his hands up, down and around the big smooth muscles, all the while drawing more and more power from the hapless Man of Steel, who lay on the table with his eyes closed and his arms hanging limply over the side of the table.

It was at this point that Rudy felt most nervous. He had no idea how much power the young hero still possessed, but it was clear he had more. When Rudy performed this on normal men, by now they were already weakened to the point that they could not lift a hand. The next step was critical but would be challenging if the young hero possessed the strength to fight back.

Rudy applied oil directly to his hands and placed one hand on the big hard shaft, the other on the balls and drained with all his skill. This was the most effective way he had found to complete a draining in the past.

The touch of Rudy’s hand on his cock and balls, coupled with the draining feeling finally brought Clark back to alertness. His eyes opened wide to see Rudy gripping his shaft and balls, reacting with anger. “What?! Huh? How dare you! Get your hands off me, villian!” Clark yelled in outrage.

The young superhero raised his hand to push the assailant away. Well, that was the intention. His arm merely flopped around beside the table as Clark could barely get his body to respond at all. His limbs felt heavy and sluggish and then he truly felt the effects of the draining being carried out through his cock and balls.

He could feel the firm touch of Rudy’s hands on his hard shaft and smooth balls as they were massaged and his power seeped through his love muscle into the waiting body of Rudy.

“Arrghhh… wait…. Stop. You’re making me weak. What are you doing?” Clark managed. “Please, stop. Please… don’t. Argghhh… so weak. Ugghh, soo weeeakk,” he trailed of softly.

Rudy had never felt anything like this before. A small part of his brain tried to alert him to the fact that maybe it was too much, but the hunger which was now such an integral part of him demanded to be fed.

Clark lay there helpless as the transfer of power continued through his shaft. Rudy was squeezing the smooth balls and shaft as his excitement grew. “Oohh… owww… so weak. Rudy… pleeeasse stop. You’re hurting me. Too weak.”

Rudy’s eyes glowed with an evil power. “Why stop? I’ve never had such a feast before. You are just brimming with power.”

Clark was shocked at this feeling of weakness. He had never before experienced anything which had caused him to lose his powers. As he finally came to his senses he managed to bring one leg up to deliver a solid kick to the stomach of Rudy. Clark was shocked to feel that the stomach felt like hard steel as his foot landed the blow.

Rudy was pushed back a few steps by the force of the blow, causing the draining to cease and give Clark a momentary respite. “You little shit,” Rudy began as he approached the prone young Man of Steel. Superman knew that he had to get away from this creature, but he was so weak and his body was so sluggish that he could only manage to drop off the side of the table, lying stretched out on the floor.

“Ughhh… ahhh… how? So weak,” continued Superman.

The Man of Steel managed to stand himself upright, positioned with his back to Rudy. The hero swayed on his feet as his weak muscles struggled to hold him up. Clark turned around to confront the villain only to be embraced by a pair of strong arms wrapping around his chest and clasping at his back, with the once mighty arms of the Man of Steel pinned beside his chest helplessly. As the energy drain resumed, Clark noticed that Rudy had used the time to get completely naked and that he also had a raging erection.

Clark lifted with his powerful arms to break the bear hug, but in his weakened state he was unable to find his way free. “Unnnhhh. So weak… can’t... break free,” he said, his breathing laboured and shallow as his once mighty chest struggled to draw enough oxygen.

The contact of their nude entwined bodies – muscles and cocks touching everywhere – only served to increase the power draining effect.

Rudy turned up the pressure and felt even more power flow into him from the Man of Steel. “Urgghhh,” gurgled the superhero weakly, “Urgghh… please… please… the pain… so weak.” In desperation Superman managed to grab one of the hanging balls of Rudy and squeezed with all his might. Rudy just laughed at the puny effort by the weakened superhero.

“Is that all you have superhero?” Rudy taunted him. “Your muscles are so weak and puny that you can’t even hurt my balls!”

Rudy knew that he had to complete the power transfer while Superman was still weak and disoriented. He bent the hero over the massage table exposing his bubble butt and hole and held the weakened Man of Steel down with one draining hand placed on the powerful back muscles.

Without hesitation Rudy positioned the head of his cock against the inviting hole of the Man of Steel. Superman felt the intrusion and thrashed his arms weakly. “You villain! No. You wouldn’t dare!” he weakly exclaimed. “Please,” he begged finally. Superman strained his sphincter with every ounce of energy he could muster, determined to keep the villain out of his virginal pleasure centre.

“I would,” said Rudy with an evil smile plastered on his face, “with the greatest of pleasure.” He then thrust his 7 inch shaft hard and deep toward the puckered hole of Superman.

Rudy felt resistance as Superman fought to keep his asshole closed, but Rudy knew there could only be one outcome. He drew back a little and thrust again with more strength, this time rupturing the once impenetrable hole of the mighty Man of Steel.

Superman screamed with a combination of shock and pain as tears pooled in his eyes. “Arrrgghhh! Aaieeee… Arrgghhhhh!” The begging continued as Rudy commenced thrusting his cock back in forth in the tight ass of the young superhero, “No... please… the… pain. Stop! I’m Superman! You… can’t… fuck… me.”

The cries from the young hero turned Rudy on even more and increased his excitement as his cock drew power directly from within the Ass of Steel.

Rudy placed a now super powered arm around the neck of Superman and flexed his bicep to apply pressure to the airway, choking the superhero while he fucked him raw. The Man of Steel managed to raise one hand to clutch at the hardened bicep choking him. Normally, Superman could have easily moved that arm, but now he could barely clutch onto it as it drained his breath and his powers.

Folded over the table, Superman flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to save himself. He already felt so weak from the power drain by Rudy and now he was even struggling to draw breath. The big muscles on his once mighty arms were now useless and his struggling weakened until the point that his arms hung limply at his side. His neck was slack and his head hung limply on Rudy’s muscular bicep wrapped tightly around his throat.

Rudy ran his free hand over the chest, stomach and bicep muscles of the mighty superhero, draining them for all they were worth as he went. As the movements of the young superhero weakened Rudy felt a stirring in his balls and he slowed and deepened his thrusts in response.

Rudy continued to feel the weakened muscles of Superman as they hung limp and useless from his athletic frame while he drove his hard shaft deeply and rhythmically inside Superman’s ass.

As he thrust his cock to its deepest, he felt an orgasm rock his body as his cum erupted deep within the Man of Steel, spewing forth into the waiting ass of Superman.

The Man of Steel could sense the blackness closing in as the free hand of Rudy continued to run itself over the length of his big muscles, draining his remaining strength everywhere it touched. Superman’s ass burned in pain from the cock being thrust in and out. He then felt the final humiliation as Rudy’s cum was emptied into his waiting ass. He could feel the bursts issuing from the shaft as six mini eruptions exploded within him. “Unnghhhh… no… don’t… you can’t,” begged the once powerful Man of Steel. “Please… please no… don’t empty your seed in me. Ughhh… so weak.”

Rudy continued with small thrusts as his cock emptied the last of his juice into the hole. While he flexed his bicep to finish the choke hold on the Man of Steel he whispered into the ear of Superman, “I really enjoyed your tight hole, Superman, and filling it with my cum. I could fuck you every day,” he chuckled. “Maybe I will,” he added.

The Man of Steel could only whimper weakly with the cock shoved in his ass and the flexed bicep preventing oxygen from reaching his brain, “uhhhh… eeehhh,” as blackness overtook him.

Rudy felt the last vestiges of super strength empty from Superman into his own body as Superman finally passed out and hung limply in the arms of the villain. The body of the once mighty superhero looked much smaller now after the draining with the muscles about half their original size. Rudy was elated as he realized that not only had he just defeated the most powerful superhero on the planet, he had also fucked and bred him like a helpless slave. Rudy could power brimming across his entire body.

[tothemeadow]

Can I get a hot dog with a mustard and hot sauce, with a side of onion rings to share with Giyuu? 🙏🏻

Of course!

Summer Feelings Event

'mr. massage' / Tomioka G. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, oral sex, inappropriate work/client relations

words: 526

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Okay, so maybe you weren’t expecting this. You only wanted to visit the spa at this uppity resort you’re staying at for the week; all you wanted was to let loose, relax, have some proper time to yourself. However, it’s not like you’re complaining or anything. No, you’re a healthy woman with needs. So maybe your masseur is smoking hot. It’s not your fault.

But it is your fault that you tempted him beyond belief, teased him to the point of breaking.

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss, back arching. Rather than lying flat on the table, you’re perched on your knees, face flat on the cushion while your ass is high in the air. That beautiful, beautiful masseur has his face between your thighs, tongue lapping away at your dripping pussy. His large hands knead at your asscheeks, fingertips digging in as he spreads you further apart.

You recall his nametag saying Giyuu; such a pretty name for such a pretty man. Giyuu groans as your velvety walls twitch around his intruding tongue and fingers. You nearly purr at the sound, tongue darting out and licking your lips. Your throat feels horribly dry, and it’s all because of him.

“You taste really sweet,” he mutters, mouth pulling away. You cry out as he pinches your clit instead. “Are you always like this whenever you get a massage?”

“Never had one,” you hum. “Oh, but baby, if you were the one giving them out, then consider me first in line.” You nearly miss the slight gasp that emits from Giyuu’s mouth. Another soft moan tumbles from your mouth as he dives back in, lips latching around your clit and suckling on the swollen bud. “Giyuu,” you sigh, “fuck, that feels so good.”

Giyuu merely groans into your pussy; besides the air blasting through the ceiling vents, the only noises in the room are your soft pants and the wet suckles of Giyuu’s lips wrapped around your clit. Fuck, you don’t want this to end; you want to take Giyuu around with you, maybe pin him to a lounge chair out by the sparkling pools and ride him. You just want him in you, tongue, cock, whatever.

“Come on, baby, make me cum,” you urge, your breaths coming out quicker, whinier. Your gentle push is enough for Giyuu to redouble his efforts; he fucks you openly with his tongue, hands spreading your thighs further apart. “Shit, shit – ah – Giyuu, fuck, baby, yes!” You cry out as your slick gushes out all over his mouth and chin, whole body twitching as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Giyuu slurps up all those precious juices, all of it meant for him and him alone.

“Shit,” Giyuu mutters. His warmth disappears as he moves away; you nearly whine at the loss of his touch, but then you hear the familiar sound of a zipper coming undone. “Can I – can I fuck you?” he rushes, voice sounding hoarse.

Purring, you arch your back even further and glance at him over your shoulder. “Give me a real good massage, baby. Nice and deep – think you can manage?”

Giyuu swallows thickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

[nsfwjjk]

therapeutic spa [2] , pjm & jjk

you got a special massage after the last time

⇥ pairing :  masseur!jimin ft. masseur!jungkook / f.reader

⇥ genre : smut

⇥ word count : 2853

⇥ warnings : spa!au, oral (f.received), blow job, hand job, fingering, penetrate, massage, spank, dirty talk, unprotected sex

➫ part one 

 ➫ masterlist || © hardggukk 2020. Do not repost or modify

It had been three months since you went to the spa, last time was so incredible. You were out of words to tell you pleased by the massage, you wanted to go there again after Jimin, the masseur told me that he will feel delighted if you came again. Plus, he even told you will get a special fee for the second visit. You blushed at the unexpected gift from him at the time and were shocked by the intense and pleasurable orgasm he gave to you.

Yet there you stood in front of the spa as you kept thinking about the special fee Jimin talked about, you eager to know. Your face crimsoned and your hands began to shake as you fantasizing about him doing that to you again. You decided to wore nothing under your very tight white dress, you love how the dress enhanced your curves in the right way.

You greeted by the same male receptionist when you approached the counter. ”Oh hi y/n! It has been a long time, right?” You smiled by his friendly behavior. ”Yes it is, eventually my work got myself so busy. Can I get a full body massage for today?” Your voice slowed down at your last phrases, burned up by the thought of your past massage session.

”Of course, I will set you up. You may go inside.” He politely invited you as you finished your payment. ”Have fun.” He chuckled as you looked at him surprised but you decided to ignore his remarks as you were excited to get your message. You wished it will be Jimin again to be your masseur but you knew the spa policy was not supposed to be like that, nevertheless you still hoped for him.

”Oh it is you again. I’m glad to finally see you,” Your face brightens up as you see the blonde hair man none other than the masseur who had been haunted you in your dreams. ”My name is y/n, Jimin.” You chuckled as he addressed you like that, he smiled cutely as he stared at you. You can’t help but gaze down on his lower abdomen, amazed to see the tent up against his jeans. He looked so big down there, the last time massage he only pleased you, you didn’t have time to please him back as the session had ended.”Here is the towel,” Jimin approached you as you heard him locked the massage door.

You grew anxious but at the same time giddy to know what you will be experienced from him. It just takes a few minutes for you to strip from your dress since you wore nothing except it. You blushed as you saw Jimin waited for you at the side of the bed, you noticed how his eyes traveled every inch of your body. “Y/n,” Your heart fluttered when Jimin called your name softly and with his Busan accent caused his voice became a husky, erotic whisper.

”I told you about the special fee for the second visit, isnt?” You nodded, your fist palmed your loose towel to keep it covered your bare body. ”So, I will put on a blindfold around your eyes, is that okay with you?” You blushed at the unexpected treatment however you aroused with it. The last time was so great, you never had such an amazing orgasm like that. You were more eager, anticipated for the special fee.

You nodded your consent, Jimin motioned you to the massage bed. You nibbled your lower lips when Jimin touched your shoulder and turned you to put on the blindfold. Jimin held your hands stirred up your nervousness, ”Let me help you with this towel,” His soft voice anyhow ignited your arousal, she was wringing your hands in agitation. You attempted to control your emotions as Jimin slide off the towel from your body, leaving you naked.

”Lie on your front,” Jimin asked and you followed his order, obedient. You could feel your body started to react just by lying down on the bed, you had to hold your temptation for so long to feel Jimin’s hands on your body. You sucked in a deep breath when Jimin poured the oil on your thighs, you breathed a great sigh of relief after your tense muscle seemed to relax upon Jimin massaged you.

You felt a surge of excitement flow through you, you inhaled a quick breath as Jimin’s hands on your thighs aroused you. You were sexually frustrated, such a simple act was already giving you so much pleasure. You wanted him to take you there and wrecked you, you wondered how his cock would feel like, inside you, even his fingers could give an intense orgasm.

You flinched when you felt another pair of hands on your back, Jimin probably noticed it, ”Y/n, this is part of the special fee. You will get a massage from two masseurs.” You muttered okay, sit back and enjoyed their hands on your body. ”I hope you don’t mind, y/n. My name is Jungkook.” You smiled and let out a long sigh of despair when Jungkook slides his hands firmly across your shoulders then glide them down to your back.

A flush of embarrassment rose to your cheeks when Jimin’s hand massaged your ass. He put the pressure against his thumb, fondled your ass softly. You whimper soft moans at the contact, you were so aroused at that point. You bite your lower lips when Jimin slides his fingers from your behinds, his slick fingers felt astonishingly good against your pussy. You felt his fingers pushed apart your pussy lips before his fingers glide over your cunt. You moaned even louder, your insides were in a flutter as Jungkook massage both side of your boobs.

Jungkook’s oiled hands made easy access to grope your boobs, his thumbs rolled against your nipples caused you to arch your back. Your cries of pleasure filled the room as you weren’t even trying to keep your voice down. ”Please, turn around y/n.” Jimin requested, your body limped and slick, coated with the oils all over your body. You panted by the time you turned your body, you felt Jimin reached the blindfold before uncovering them around your eyes.

You fluttered your dark lashes, took a brief look at both of the men surrounded you. Your heart thumped so fast when your eyes landed on Jungkook, he looked as good as Jimin. Deadly hot. His muscles rippled beneath his thin white tee, both of them stared at you like prey, lust, and arousal filled their orbs. Your massive boobs bounced when you turned your body, earned a soft growl from Jimin.

You felt the burning sensation in the middle of your chest, you gasped when Jungkook poured the oils on your boobs. His large masculine hands rubbed the oils on them, your nipples hardened by the contact. Your lips muffled low moans as Jimin slides his wet fingers against your cunt. The pleasure you felt was instantaneous, their hands on your tits and pussy gave so much pleasure to you.

The tip of Jungkook’s fingers swirled around your pebble hard nipple sent electricity straight to your clit. You were already wet, so wet, that you can hear the sound of your cunt made when Jimin rubbed his fingers on them. That was only the beginning yet you were already falling apart.

Jungkook moved his hands down from your tits to your stomach then between your legs. Jungkook reached up the back of your knees, held them up and wide apart, you were so aroused at them as you can see what they were doing to you. You loved the things they had done to your body.

You were out of breath when Jimin finally pushed his fingers inside your soaked hole, your lips twitched and your eyelids fluttered. Jungkook grabbed your tits with his free hand again, circled your nipple and pinched them slightly whilst Jimin pushed his fingers in and out your hole so sensually slow. You gripped the bedsheets, let out a shameless cry. Their hands alone were better than any other man you had sex with, you moaned louder as you were about to reach the peak of your climax.

Jimin noticed how your body trembled, he used his thumb on your clit while he fingered the hell out of your harder. ”Ahh, Jimin, I want to cum.” You shut your eyes closed, nibbled your lower lips as you rode your high using his fingers. ”Yes, baby. Come, come around my fingers.” He encouraged, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to spit directly onto your little bud before licking it away almost immediately. You screamed in pleasure by the time you watched Jungkook coated your wetness while Jimin took care of your and slide his wet fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. ”You tasted so sweet, babygirl.” Jungkook’s deep voice sent shivers down your spine. He still hold your legs up, made it easier for Jimin. Your body started to quiver, you were breathless as you cum hard.

Jungkook placed down your legs, you opened your eyes to see both of them stared at you. You cant help but notice their massive bulge against their pants, your mouth drolled by the view. ”Are you okay? you want to keep going?" Jimin asked softly, asked your consent, you nodded your head. The only thing you can imagine at that moment is both of them fucked you hard.

Jimin smiled at you before he walked at you, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, you felt Jungkook reached your legs and held them up then did something you will never forget. His mouth latched on your cunt, you instantly gripped a fist of his kong dark hair. Jimin pushed his tongue inside of your lips, his hands traveled down to your tits and gave a firm grab on them. You moaned against the kiss when Jungkook ran his tongue up and down your slit and swirled his tongue around your clit.

You buckled when he flicked his tongue on your clit. ”Fuck, Jungkook!” You squealed, arching your back when hips suctioned onto your sensitive clit, sending you to the edge. You sobbed, grabbed the back of Jimin’s neck and deepened the kiss whiled your other hands clutched Jungkook’s hair.

”Jimin, I want to suck you.” Jimin groaned when you reached your small palms against his bulge. ”Are you sure, baby?” You nodded, your voice stuck inside your throat as Jungkook lapped your pussy harder. You loved how Jimin so soft and asked you beforehand to make you comfortable, Jimin pulled down his pants along his boxer. You gasped to see his cock bounced and hit his toned six-pack, so massive and hard. You noticed his pre-cum on top of the head. You leaned down and stuck out your tongue, gave him a teasing lick.

”Don’t tease me, baby,” Jimin groaned, his palms caressed the side of your cheeks. You smiled at him before taking him fully inside your mouth, ”Ahh, fuck, y/n. Your mouth felt so fucking good,” He cursed, threw his head back, and thrust his hips inside your lips. ”Ah, yes suck me like that.” You were too focused on sucking Jimin’s dick and failed to notice Jungkook had stopped to lick your pussy as he positioned his dick on your hole.

”Ahh, fuck!” You cried out left Jimin’s dick out from your lips as you looked at Jungkook. Jungkook chuckled as he looked at you before shoving his dick inside of you. ”Fuck, y/n. You are so tight, shit!” You rubbed your hands up and down Jimin’s dick, gave him a long lick on his balls, your palms massage and played his balls sent him back to heaven. ”Baby, suck it please while you playing with my balls.”

You swore it made you wetter when Jimin begged you, ”You like it when I do this to you, Jimin?” Jimin nodded as he grabbed your head and plunged his dick inside of your mouth. Your tongue swirled on the tip of his head, Jimin growled as he fisted your hair. Jungkook on the other hand, moved his hands to your inner-thighs, keeping them spread open as he started to fuck you. You were so wet that every time he bottomed out, your juices would drip down his balls. You were so wet, dripping onto the sheets and soaking his cock. Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as he fastened his pace, desperate to get you to cum.

”Ahh, Jungkook, I want to cum.” You moaned, the absolute pleasure they were giving you was unlike any that you had experienced in the past. His hips met the backs of your thighs caused the pleasure you felt to the peak. He went deeper inside of you as you clenched around his dick and he growled, ”Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good.”

You hummed against Jimin's cock, sent a vibration against his cock. ”Y/n, I want to cum baby.” Jimin stated, you bobbed your head on his dick faster wanted him to cum. Jimin shut his eyes closed before he splurged his cum inside your mouth. You couldnt help but gagged at it, Jimin took out his dick from your lips as he hand job his dick to release more. Jimin came all over your boobs and face, your body rocked forth and back due to Jungkook hard thrust, ”Jungkook!” you screamed, arched your back. Jungkook growled beside your ears, his thrust became wilder and rough and you could tell he was about to cum as well.

Jungkook still then groaned and you felt his hot cum started to pour outside of your pussy and shit it was a lot. You glanced sideways at Jimin who masturbate himself while watching both of you and Jungkook fucked. You reached Jimin’s neck and kissed him, Jimin sat down beside you on the single bed without leaving your lips. You were so needy even after two orgasms you still want to ride Jimin’s dick. You pushed Jimin on the bed left him off-guard, he chuckled as he stared at your naked body. ”Patience, baby.” He said.

”Why don't you turn and faces jungkook so that he can see this sweet pissy of your stretched out around my dick,” You smiled at him as you turned your body faced Jungkook, you bit your lips upon to see Jungkook rubbed his palms on his big throbbed dick. He smirked at you as he noticed you looked at his dick. You moaned when you pushed yourself down on Jimin’s dick, he was so big. You took a time before shoved the rest of his dick inside your hole, your palms gripped his thighs as you moaned louder.

You slowly started moving up and down, bounced yourself like a horny teenager against his dick. Then you started to go harder and faster, Jimin groaned and his cock started to swell with desire, you rubbed yourself against him kept the slow pace. ”Look at this fine ass, baby.”

Jimin praised as he gave a harsh slap on your ass. He groped your ass as he started to move his hips while you bounced on him. It turned you on even more caused you to become wetter and wetter. ”Oh shit! Look at that ass jiggle against my body,” Jimin groaned as he slapped your ass again.

”Jimin!” You moaned as Jimin gripped your ass firmly, you bet it will leave his handprint on your skin. You roughly rode his thighs as if there was not tomorrow and the fact Jungkook watched turned you on even further. ”Jimin! Oh god!” You whimpered as you could feel your climax rise, you could feel him started to pulse inside of you and you knew both of you were close.

You gasped as you saw Jungkook stood up from the chairs and he walked towards you before leaning down and lick your pussy while Jimin’s dick inside of you. Your head spinning by the intense pleasure you received, ”Jungkook! Oh, fuck! Don't stop!” You screamed so loud, somehow hoped the walls were soundproof but at that point you don't even care if anyone heard you, both of them treated and pleased you so well.

Jimin gripped the side of your waist, moved you up and down his cock. You cried out when Jimin’s nails dug into your waist and you slammed down on his cock. Jungkook lapped his lips against your cunt and Jimin’s dick inside of you brought you ecstasy. Jimin reached up and grabbed your breast from behind, as his index fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. You couldn't contain your moans as you screamed out loud in pleasure.

And then you felt it, the build of climax. You slammed one last time before you were seeing starts, your body fatigued after the hardcore treatment you received. Jimin filled his cum inside of you, your body trembled and you were drained of all energy. You collapsed on top of Jimin, before everything blackout.

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Sex trope #11 wiiiith.. whoever you think would give the best massages cos this bitch 🙋🏼‍♀️ is a big ol horny slut for massages. 😁 Pls and thank you. ❤️

# 11 is … touching anywhere but where the person desperately wants to be touched … I’m gonna deliver on that Steve smut you swore you never knew you needed 😉

* * * * *

“And you are 100% certain that me, getting naked, is going to help you pass your last elective?”

“Not naaaked,” Steve said slowly as his hand came up and scratched at the back of his head.

You raised your eyebrow as you took in the desperation on your friend’s face; it was cute that he was so nervous about asking you to do this for him.

“I’ve had massages before, Steve. If this is some kind of a trick …” you threatened, narrowing your eyes to see if he’d break.

“I promise,” he said quickly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his loose jeans. “I just need to practice on someone and I kinda waited until the last minute so I’m kinda outta options.”

“Big surprise,” you quipped with a roll of your eyes.

“So … you’ll do it?”

With a resolved look, you uttered, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Thanks, Y/N!” Steve said, his face splitting into a toothy grin. “Come over in an hour? I have to set up the table and stuff.”

* * * * *

In exactly one hour’s time, you knocked lightly on the door to Steve Dibiasi’s apartment. One part of you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, and another part of you was curious to see if he was actually any good at it. Plus, you’d known Steve since sophomore year. He was a silly, sweet guy, and you had almost hooked up on more than one occasion, the key word being almost. Either you were seeing someone, or he was seeing someone, or the stress of midterms or finals was making all of your friends do regrettable things, so thanks to bad timing, it just never happened.

Steve answered the door with what you could have sworn was a shy smile. The Steve you knew was never embarrassed, despite the fact that some of the things that came out of his mouth should have embarrassed him. He had ditched his flannel and was dressed in a dark blue t-shirt and the same jeans from this afternoon.

Music was quietly playing in the apartment, and it looked like, for once, Steve or his roommate had actually picked up after themselves.

You shrugged out of your jacket and tossed it on the sofa along with your bag.

“Where’s the table?”

“In my room. Figured that was more private in case Felix comes back from his girlfriend’s early.”

“So, I guess I’ll just go in and get ready? Give me like five minutes?”

Steve hustled over to the door of his bedroom and opened it; he had candles lit and the massage table looked professional—it had sheets on it, along with a thick blanket on top that kept the client warm and covered as the massage therapist worked.

“I’m … impressed,” you said, tossing a quizzical smile over your shoulder.

“Thanks,” Steve said, hands in his pockets again as he lingered in the doorway.

“So … I’ll just be stripping down now.”

“Fuck! Right. Sorry. Five minutes,” he stammered as he shut the door behind him.

You laughed to yourself as you stripped down to your bra and panties. After a moment’s thought, you unhooked your bra and tossed it onto Steve’s bed with the rest of your clothes.

You climbed onto the table and laid on your back, assuming this was a typical full body massage. You snuggled under the blanket but brought your arms out to lay on top.

“Ready!” you called, wondering if Steve was—

Hovering just outside of the door, he came bursting in before you could even close your mouth.  

“I should’ve asked this first, but I forgot. Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch you?” his big blue eyes appeared over you and looked comically concerned.

You laughed again, “Aside from the obvious?”

He rolled his eyes, “Duh,” then asked, “Did you really get naked?”

“How unprofessional of you to ask, Mr. Masseur,” you teased.

“Sorry, I just—I’ll just get started.”

At first you watched him fumble around with the massage oil, but as soon as his hands were sliding across your skin, your eyes drifted shut.

He started with your right hand, working various pressure points before he slid up your arm and massaged your bicep. As Steve came closer to your head, you were suddenly very aware of how good he smelled. By the time he had rubbed his way to your neck, you were incapable of stopping the moan that fell from your lips.

“Good?” he asked, and you could hear the cocky little grin on his lips.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, though. Is the pressure okay? I was supposed to ask that earlier but forgot because you have such pretty skin.”

You cracked open an eye, but all you could see was a tuff of curls as Steve began to massage down your left arm.

“Pressure is great,” you replied, wondering if he was even aware of what he had just said.

After working his way down your left arm, he returned to your torso, focusing more on the fronts of your shoulders than the backs. You were acutely aware of how easy it would be for Steve to just “slip” under the blanket and massage your breasts, and you could feel your nipples growing hard at your mind’s suggestion.

What the fuck, you scolded yourself. And then, much more flippantly, you thought, what the fuck. Maybe, the timing was finally right for—

“Yikes!” you hissed, shivering a little as a blob of too-cold massage oil dripped onto your chest.

Steve apologized as he quickly scooped up as much as he could.  

“You know, Steve,” you said quietly, “You could just keep working your way down my, uh, front.”

You could feel the room actually pause as Steve stopped moving.

Then he chuckled, “Nice one. You almost got me.”

Damn. It was going to be harder than you thought to get him to touch you where you wanted to be touched.

“I’m going to move on to your legs now,” Steve announced, actually remembering something he was supposed to say. “Let me know if the pressure is okay.”

He started working on your right leg, and the way he was pressing into the arch of your foot was divine. If those fingers felt that good on your foot, imagine what they could do—

“Cute toes.”

“Mmm. I’ve got cuter parts under this sheet,” you said breathily without opening your eyes.

Steve giggled, “Stop that. Makes it hard to keep this pro-fess-ion-al,” he enunciated.

“You just complimented my toes!”

“Fuck. You’re right. I suck at this.”

You sat up on your elbows and looked at him, taken aback by how sexy he looked as he held your left foot in his big hands, his fingers pressing over your toes.

“Steve—I’m teasing. You’re … damn good with your hands,” you finished, your voice lowering as you gave him a seductive look.

Steve paused his movements and really looked at you, his eyes scanning your face like he was really seeing you for the first time; you almost snickered as you watched the realization that this could become a game dawn across his features.

Slowly, Steve began to work up your left leg, his touches soft as his fingers danced up your shin rather than massaged.

You bit your lip as you watched him, his eyes still trained on your face.

“Lie back, Y/N,” he rumbled, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it before.

You complied, snuggling back under the thick blanket until you felt the weight of it flung off you. Now, all that was separating your mostly naked body from Steve’s eyes was a very thin sheet.

“How’s the pressure? he purred, his hands straddling your thigh as he moved upward, the massage oil allowing them to slide silkily over your skin.

There was no hiding your pert nipples from him now, and you just hummed in response, your fingers flexing against the table.

Higher and higher, Steve’s hands climbed closer to where you wanted them, but just as his fingers were a breath away from your core, he slid them back down your thigh.

“Time to roll over,” he said in a too-professional tone.

Again, you picked your head up to look at him, fixing him with a glare.

Steve just looked back at you, his lips slightly parted before he gave you a nod of encouragement.

But you weren’t about to play fair.

You sat up, stretching, and let the sheet fall away to pool at your waist.

“Fuuuck,” Steve whispered, his eyes wide as his tongue poked out to wet his lips.

You took your time, stretching high above your head, pushing your chest out and even running your hands over your breasts, giving them a little squeeze before finally rolling over onto your stomach. You situated your arms to lay on either side of your head as you rested on your cheek, your eyes settling on the flickering candles closest to Steve’s bedroom door.

“Mmm. So relaxed,” you murmured, your wicked grin hidden from him.

But Steve wasn’t out of this new game yet. He lathered up his hands again and moved to stand directly in front of your face, his hard cock, clearly visible beneath his jeans. As he leaned in to start massaging your back, his crotch brushed against your arm.

“How’s the pressure?” he asked as his length casually pressed into your forearm.

Two could play at that game.

“How is the pressure?” you returned, pressing your arm into his cock.

You felt his hands stutter as they slid down your back, and with a growl of frustration, Steve stopped touching you only to grasp your upper body and roll you over, damn near dumping you off the table before he caught you and pulled your bare chest to his covered one.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said, his eyes looking down at your lips before he captured them in a brutal kiss.

You both moaned at the contact and you clutched at the hem of his t-shirt before yanking it up and over his head. You wasted no time in stripping him down to be as naked as you, your fingers flying over his button and zipper, his too loose jeans pooling at his feet.

He scrambled out of them and climbed on to the massage table, settling his body over yours as you never stopped kissing. Your skin was still warm and slick from the massage oil and even though Steve’s hands were everywhere, they still weren’t in the one place you wanted them.  

“Touch me, please,” you begged.

Steve pulled back, his lips red and shiny as he caught his breath and said, “Thought that’s what I was doing for the last half hour.”

“Stop being an asshole!” you whined, kicking off the tangled sheet so you could spread your legs.

“I could get fired for—”

“Oh my god, Steve! Please,” you groaned.

He laughed, his eyes crinkling and his teeth flashing as he finally moved his hand to your abdomen. He began to rub lightly, back and forth along your panty line.

“Hey,” he said, forcing your eyes to focus on him.

You looked up and were sobered by the adoration in them.

“I really like you,” Steve said. “I don’t want this to just be a one-off.”

“I like you, too,” you said with a soft smile.

“Obviously,” he said with a wriggle of his brows.

“Shut up and touch me,” you returned, reaching down to wrap your hand around his hard cock.

Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as he groaned low in his throat at the contact, but you pulled your grip away just as quick.

Steve’s thick fingers dipped below the waistband of your panties as his eyes opened and locked on yours. He watched your face as he slid through your wet lips, parting them to press into your clit with his middle finger.

“Oh, fuck yes,” you moaned.

“How’s the pressure?” he asked, his face split into a shit-eating grin.

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The Oasis: Chapter 16

Chapter 16

 Daenerys' heart stopped at Jon's piercing words. All yours. Gods help me. Daenerys shuddered, and not from the cold. She licked her lips, tasting rainwater and Jon. Struck speechless, Daenerys closed her eyes and leaned into the shelter of his body. 

The pier creaked beneath their feet; the lake lapped against the shore. Unable to bear his searching dark gaze, she buried her face in the side of his neck. Breathing in his masculine smell. Rainwater dripped annoyingly from his curls onto her closed eyelids but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care. Beyond Jon's embrace, the cold was exhilarating. The air smelled of pine and water and mud, so fresh and clean it scored her lungs. Breathing in the glory of nature, she swayed with Jon. Dancing to the music of the rain. Contentment even in the silence: this was love. 

Daario, for all his charm, oftentimes left her feeling lonely, and mocked her for her neediness. Vis often did too. It wasn't until Jon appeared in her life that she realized how cold and sterile it had become. Even her engagement was a bloodless transaction. You give me something, I give you something. As soon as Jon's hands touched her, it was as if she'd awakened from a cold, empty sleep.

Jon Snow. She loved his care and focus, his hardworking nature, his fierce loyalty, his selflessness. Even his broody silences were something she admired. Both of them could whet quiet to an edge. Daenerys quailed at the breadth of feeling living in her chest. It shouldn't be possible, to fall in love in less than a week. But still . . . 

A gust of wind buffeted them and Daenerys shivered. Jon chafed her upper arms with his hands. 

"You're freezing. Let's go in," he said, his breath a phantom caress on her forehead. She nodded, half afraid she would blurt out those sweet words heavy on her tongue. She was freezing; she realized she couldn’t feel her fingertips. Goosebumps dimpling his arms, Jon gave her a crooked grin as they kicked off their sodden shoes and peeled off wet socks under the shelter of the porch. 

"I think we should try walking in the rain on Dragonstone. In the middle of summer. On the beach. Too cold up here," he said.

"I th—think you're right," she said, trying to stifle the chattering of her teeth. 

"Come here," Jon said, armed with a towel. He swathed her in it and Daenerys stopped him before his vigorous scrubbing turned her hair into an unmanageable tangle. 

"Thank you," she said, unwinding her braid. Daenerys frowned at the gleaming expanse of hardwood floors inside. Struck by inspiration, she spread her towel down and stepped on it.

"Good idea. Do we shuffle over to the stairs?" Jon asked with the crooked grin she loved best. Daenerys bit her lip. 

"Maybe it would be better to strip here. . . just so our clothes can soak."

Jon's eyes were slightly magnified by his rain-fogged glasses. Gods, he looked half-wild and hungry, framed by untamed nature and looking at her like that. It was like at the hotel when he said he would (and did, thoroughly and wonderfully) fuck her for hours. A hot tendril of desire coiled inside. Tingling heat unfurled in her cold-numbed limbs. 

"Yes. Strip for me," he said, watching with that hot, predatory energy. Sodden clothing didn’t lend to a seductive strip-tease, so Daenerys peeled off her soaked shirt and shucked off her jeans and stood shivering in her satin bra and panties. Anxiety assailed her. Distantly, she heard the phantom click of a gun. Her confidence disappeared, arousal evaporating. Breath came in sharp gasps. 

"Dany, come here. It's ok," Jon said huskily. When her frozen joints refused to unlock, Jon swept her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs, like something out of a romantic novel. Daenerys exhaled a shaky breath, burying her face in the side of his neck. Jon relinquished her only to flick on the heater and twist the tap on in the shower.

“Are you ok?” Jon asked softly, hovering anxiously. Biting her lip to keep them from quivering, Daenerys instead took refuge in the shower. The steamy heat enveloped her, making her numb hands tingle and burn as life seeped back in. Jon was watchful presence behind her, radiating concern. Embarrassed, Daenerys tilted her head back to let the hot spray pelt her face.

It was like stepping on a mine inside her head. The cold, the rain, a rough command. All of a sudden that giant man was there, and the gun—

It passed in an instant and it was Jon, her Jon, looking stricken as she shrank away from him.

“Dany? Are you ok?” he repeated. She swiveled around. Her face throbbed with the delicious heat of the shower. Jon’s frowning face watched her, almost warily. Gods, it was just like when she was a child, tiptoeing around her father’s mercurial moods. Though at least Jon was naked in the shower with her; she hadn’t scared him off yet.

“I’m fine. Embarrassed,” she said, her voice echoing in the stall. Jon took his turn under the water at her gesture.

“Embarrassed? Why? I’m the asshole who scared you.”

Searching for words, Daenerys wrung out her hair. She’d washed it yesterday. Margaery Tyrell had thoughtfully provided several varieties of body wash. Daenerys chose a cucumber mint and squeezed some on a washcloth.

“I like it when you order me around sometimes. It’s fun and sexy, turning my busy brain off for a while.”

Jon’s smile was almost smug, his dark eyes slid down her body possessively.

“I like it too,” he rasped. After a moment, the sexy heat dimmed in his expression. He raked a hand through his wet curls.

“Just lay out the rules for me so I don’t fuck it up. I never want to see you look at me like that again,” he said, accepting the fresh washcloth she offered. Daenerys bit her lip, torn between feeling touched and anxious.

“I—I wish I could tell you. Honestly, I don’t know what will trigger it. Just be patient with me.”

“Of course,” Jon said with a nod. He rinsed off and gestured for her to do the same. Gingerly dancing around her. It was on her tongue to chastise him, but she thought better of it. She rinsed and wrenched off the water.

Jon offered her a towel and took one for himself. Warm and plush under her hands. That’s nice, toasty from the heater. As she dried, her gaze drank in the shape of him, gleaming in the steam-fogged light like a god carved from marble. Water dripped from his hair to meander down the thick muscle of his back to the crease of his perfect arse. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her drooling at him. This smile was shy.

“I like that better. You looking like you want to devour me.” Dropping the towel, Daenerys watched him pump his thick cock and her mouth watered. Swallowing saliva, she found her voice.

“Jon,” she whispered. In entreaty. Alone together here, it was easy to forget the wheres and whys. Until anxiety ambushed her with a panic attack. Surprise. Great, now she was tongue-tied and frozen again.

“I have an idea,” Jon said, taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom. Daenerys’ heartbeat sped up, sweet-hot arousal beginning to thaw the ice inside her.

“Lie down on your stomach.”

Daenerys hid her grin as she understood his intent. This could be fun. All the sensuality of their first interactions with the added plus of being able to fuck each other senseless. Jon tugged the sheet and let it billow over her. Mm, the sheets smelled of him. Of them. Musk and sweat from great sex. She squirmed a little at the kindling of arousal.

Resting her head on her folded arms, Daenerys closed her eyes. Listening. A faint click as Jon turned off the overhead light. The muffled thump of his step on the carpet. A moment later, a gentle tap on the mattress beside her head.

“Miss Dany, I’m Jon. I’ll be your masseur again today. Any problem areas?” he asked in such a perfect echo of his calm professionalism that Daenerys nearly ruined it by laughing. Biting her lip to stifle a giggle, she gave a mute shake of her head.

“Ok. I’ll get started.”

He began with slow sweeps up her back, smoothed by sweet-smelling lotion. Was that coconut? Very nice. Mmm, gods yes. That same glorious magic in his hands. It made her paradoxically relaxed and aroused. Daenerys felt the nervy muscle tension unravel as he worked the knots from her neck with careful, patient kneading. There was something different about this massage that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Warmer, almost. Intimate, yes that was it. Jon had touched and licked and kissed almost every inch of her. Some secret inner knowing led him. He knew just where to touch to drive her mad with lust. Daenerys breathed something that might have been his name. Her nipples tightened to aching points. Her pussy throbbed already, wet and yearning for Jon to fill her.

Jon pressed both hands in a slow arc down her back. A sound left her, half-sigh, half-moan. So good. On the edges of her hearing, she heard the catch of Jon’s breath, a muttered curse. Daenerys grinned against the mattress. Turnabout was fair play, after all. Touching her drove him just as crazy. Jon continued, moving down her back, her hips, her hamstrings. He brushed away the tightness in her calves, gently tickled her toes. Every inch of her skin throbbed and glowed under his hands. At each turn, she arched into his touch, making breathy little sounds. Entirely genuine, just a mite amplified for his benefit.

“Turn over,” Jon said. There was none of that cool remote tone now. No, he sounded hungry, desperate. Daenerys obeyed, rolling on her back. Peeking through her lashes, Jon stood backlit by the dimmed lamp. She couldn’t see his face. Reaching out with her senses, she heard the faint rhythm of his breathing, felt the ghosting caress of his body’s heat. The anxiety of earlier was a distant memory. The throb of her heartbeat was loud in her ears, her chest heaving, sweat dewed on her skin. Relaxed. Alive. Silence stretched on between them.

“Gods, you’re gorgeous.” The touch of his hand on her shoulder, warm and heavy and immediate, almost startled her. Daenerys felt her face heat at his compliment and concentrated attention. Her hair was a mess, her skin blotchy from the shower and arousal. The faint puff of his breath as he leaned close, so close. His lips teased the shell of her ear.

“Where do you need me, Miss?” he asked.

“H—Here,” Daenerys said shakily, drawing his hand down to cup her breast. Jon made a pleased sound low in his throat. His fingers grazed feather-light in tightening circles on first one breast, then the other. Closer and closer, until at last, he touched her furled nipple. She never thought they were particularly sensitive, but Jon, true to form, was there to prove her wrong. Delicate shimmers of sensation followed the grazing caresses, sharpening at a sudden gentle pinch. Daenerys squirmed; fists balled in handfuls of sheet. A whimper was lodged in her throat. The ache worsened between her thighs, she clenched them together in a vain attempt to quell it. A shudder as Jon straddled her. So close, but not touching. Drawing it out.

“Relax, Miss. I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, his warm, wet tongue tracing her pulse at her throat. Daenerys gasped.

“Jon--”

His mouth closed over her nipple, hot and eager. Her cry lodged in her throat, Daenerys clung to fistfuls of his damp hair as he lapped and sucked torturously slow. Yes, yes. So good. She whimpered and strained until color burst behind her eyes. Pleasure rushed thick and sweet, ebbing to shivery little echoes. More, more, more.

“Fuck, Dany. That was beautiful,” Jon rasped. Daenerys dragged him up for a messy kiss. Jon’s hand delved between her thighs, circling her swollen clit. Oh gods. She thrashed beneath him as a second climax nipped at the heels of the first. Deeper, richer. He’d won, his magic hands had stoked her into a writhing mess.

“Jon, please.” His face filled her vision, pressed nose to nose. Those thick brows over rich dark eyes, soulful and shining. His full mouth, the angle of his jaw. Gods, she loved him. Now the trick was not to ruin everything by telling him so.

“Yes,” Jon hissed. A shift of weight, a long, sweet slide and he was seated deep. All thought flew from her head.

“Fuck,” she said, arching up into his driving hips. He was made for her. Daenerys twined her limbs around him as he began to move, deep and slow.

“So wet, baby. You’re so wet for me,” Jon said, nuzzling her hair as he thrust. She was. The slick slap as he thrust in was almost obscene.

“Yes. More, Jon. Harder,” she said, spurring his buttocks with the sting of her nails. The pace sped up as they twisted and writhed together. The pleasure built up again, a delicious tension winding tighter and tighter until it snapped and she was flooded with pleasure. Overwhelmed, and yet so greedy.

Daenerys twisted him beneath her. Heat poured off her like a fever. He was a fever. In her blood, her soul. Everything was a soft-focus blur. The only thing tangible and real was Jon. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him hard until her vision whited out in a paroxysm of bliss. Primed for more. She was a glutton for him, she always needed more. More of his voice, his heart, his body. Jon dug his heels into the bed, thrusting up as he guided her down. Deep. Touching that unbearably sensitive spot inside her. It didn’t take long before he had her seizing up again. Jon sat up, twining his arms around her. Nestling his face against her breasts. The prickle of his beard stubble tingled. Threading his hands through her hopelessly tangled hair, he tugged her down for a kiss.      

“Fuck, Dany. I love watching you come. You’re so. Fucking. Sexy.” He punctuated each word with a languid, open-mouthed kiss on her smiling mouth. Flushed and glowing, Daenerys chuckled.

“Right back at you, Mr. Snow.” She squeezed her inner muscle around the delicious heft of his cock. Still so hard. He hadn’t come yet. Jon growled. Daenerys kissed him, long and slow, matching the thrusts of her tongue with sinuous movements of her hips.

“What do you need?” she whispered, watching his face, his eyes. Panting, mouth slack, eyes avid on hers.

“You. Just you,” he said. The words touched that sweet melty place in her chest.

“Gods, Jon.”

They were back at it again, fucking each other like the world was ending. A language their bodies knew well. She nipped at his mouth, he tugged her hair. A faint, delicious sting as he moved inside her. Each thrust making all those sweet spots inside light up and sing. Daenerys’ breath came in short, sharp pants, feeling the tension gather in Jon. She craved his pleasure as if it were her own.

“Dany!” he cried as he came. Yesss she loved to feel him fall apart inside her, the heat of his come. Locked in wordless ecstasy, they rocked together. Delirious with pleasure, boneless.  She slumped on his heaving chest, the thunder of his heartbeat loud in her ear. Jon cursed as he caught his breath. Daenerys smiled, snuggled into his side. Mmm, she loved that slightly sore lassitude that followed their lovemaking. Outside the din of heavy rain on the roof. Nothing could be better. They dozed in peaceful silence.

~

 Seven fucking hells. Here he was, picking up the shattered pieces of his psyche. Again. I love you, marry me. It was the gods’ honest truth, and he ached to tell her so. Jon played out that scenario in his head. She would try to let him down easy. A classy lady like Daenerys, she would thank him for everything and disengage. If not running for the fucking hills, then more subtly. He couldn’t take even the thought of distance, of anything less than her right next to him.

Jon would have to be very careful. Not only because she’d been through some fucking nasty shit in the past week, but because she deserved it. Daenerys deserved to be courted, adored. After the appropriate amount of time, he’d blow every crown to his name on a ring. Conflict-free, of course. Philanthropist like her wouldn’t take anything less. Maybe take her somewhere beautiful for just the two of them. Only then could he say those words. I love you, marry me. He wasn’t a bleeding poet, but he could tweak the speech. The plan appealed to him. He could do it. He could play it fucking cool until he could muster up something worthy. Jon stroked her back, finger-combed her hair to occupy his restless hands.

“You’ll have to teach me the basics of massage. I feel like such a glutton, you taking care of me like that,” she said. The mental image of a naked Daenerys straddling his back made his spent cock twitch in interest. Jon snorted.

“A glutton? Come on. Is that something The Asshole would say?” he asked, peering down at her. Daenerys rolled up on her side, pillowing her head in her cupped palm. She rolled her eyes at him.

“It wasn’t always bad. Daario could be very charming. In the beginning, it was good.” The end was a fucking train wreck, catching him cheating red-handed with a coworker.

“I get it. My high school girlfriend, Ygritte, she was such a spitfire. Always in your face. Forthright, honest, real. It was refreshing.”

“What happened with her?”

Jon shrugged.

“She broke my heart. Met some other guy at uni. I don’t really remember the hows and whys. It was like she shot me in the chest when I found out.”

“I’m sorry, Jon,” she said, taking his hand and kissing it. Jon shrugged again, uncomfortable. The memory didn’t hurt any more. The women since Ygritte had been sporadic and hadn’t lasted longer than two weeks. The unanimous opinion was that he was cold, distant. Jon wondered if something was broken in him. All this time, he’d been waiting around, looking for Daenerys.

“Don’t worry about it. Ancient history.”

His thoughts circled around the plan like a shark around its prey. How would he do it? A nice restaurant with champagne? No, too cliché. Too overdone. She’d mentioned Dragonstone, and walking in the rain with her mom.

“Speaking of ancient history . . . did you say you grew up on Dragonstone?” He felt rather than saw the change in her. A flinch, like he’d pressed on a bruise.

“It’s . . . not a nice story.” Shit. He’d gone and ruined the mood.

Jon shifted on his side to face her, dragging up the sheets and comforter to ward off the settling chill. Daenerys casually combed his wayward curls behind his ear. The tenderness of the gesture made him melt.

“What happened?” he asked. There was steel in her expression, that glow in her ocean eyes that warned any errant bastard that she was irate.

“I don’t know if you follow politics much, but my father lost his bid for reelection.” Jon snorted.

“Yeah, and they elected that drunk Robert Baratheon in his place as PM.”

“What was not public knowledge was that my father borrowed heavily from my mother’s trust to pay for his campaign. He died not long after that, leaving a mountain of debt. Then Mother got sick.” Divorce. Death. Illness. Gods, her family had suffered more in a year than most did in their whole lifetimes.

There was sick feeling in his stomach. He could piece together the rest, but she seemed locked into the telling.

“I had another brother. Rhaegar. Mother loved all those old Targaryen names.”

“I—I never heard of that,” Jon said. The smile she gave him broke his heart too.

“He died before I was born. The same cancer Mother got. The doctors said there is a genetic marker.”

“Fuck, Dany,” Jon said, fear sharp in his voice. She kissed his knuckles. Comforting him while she relived the worst moments in her life.

“Don’t worry. Vis and I were tested. We don’t have the gene. Small blessings, I guess. Anyway, after the campaign, the divorce, Father’s debt, the trust was depleted. Vis and I sold off our treasures to pay for Mother’s treatment. We lost the house not long after she died.”

“Gods. I can’t imagine how hard that was.” Tears shone in her eyes, but she blinked them away.

“That’s our ultimate goal, Vis and I. We swore we’d get our home back.” Jon drew her into an embrace, nestling her against his chest. He petted her hair and crooned nonsense for a long time. Dragonstone was still a good idea. Maybe he could rent a boat and sneak her onto the island. Walk on the beach. Kiss in the moonlight. It could be nice. A thought occurred to him.

“Why haven’t I heard much about Viserys? Shouldn’t he be a VP or something at Dragon?”

Daenerys snorted against his chest, her breath a ticklish caress.

“He was for a long time. COO, even. But Vis is more a gambler than a stockbroker. His decisions nearly bankrupted Dragon. The Board and I voted him out. That hurt him. He saw it as betrayal.”

“But you guys are good now?” Daenerys pulled a face.

“Vis is a controlling bastard, just like our father was. He tries, but none of it sticks. Not anymore.”

“Of course not,” Jon agreed. Daenerys smiled at him. Gods, he could moon over the details for hours. How her eyes crinkled. Her white teeth. The faint dimple on one cheek.

“Do you think Robb and Margaery left stuff for hot chocolate? I’d like to try your friend’s recipe,” she said, rolling out of his embrace to stand.

“Who knows? Margaery takes the role of hostess/outfitter very seriously.” Daenerys giggled.

“You’re not kidding,” she said, disappearing into the bathroom. Through the door, he heard the drone of the hairdryer. Jon thumped his head back on the pillow. If Jon had his way, they’d laze around in bed. But then again, snacks did sound good. A distant grumble of thunder. The rain had settled in. Jon riffled through the bag of clothes Robb left for a pair of athletic pants and a clean shirt. Daenerys left her hair elastic on the bedside table; Jon confiscated it for his own hair.

The den beckoned with its potbellied cast iron stove, heap of blankets and cozy couch. On rainy days just like this one, he and his siblings would argue on who could pick the next board game or movie. Snuggled next to Daenerys whiling away a rainy day, Jon couldn’t think of a single damn thing to make it better.

“Jon?”    

Jon turned from feeding firewood into the stove to find Daenerys standing there in a sheer purple nightgown, the hem ending tantalizingly at mid-thigh. Flushed from the dryer, her hair a silky cascade down her back.

“Oh fuck.”

[redinkofshame]

Happy Endings

I’m trying super hard to get back into writing again. I can do it!

Here is the first step: Finishing this horny trash where Solas is a “happy ending” masseuse for a very lucky Trevelyan. For @dadrunkwriting

And thanks to @littleblue-eyedbird for letting me borrow Venus!

NSFW obv, and also Content Warning for hating your thighs?

AO3

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“You did what?” Rose Trevelyan whispered incredulously.

Venus Lavellan nodded enthusiastically, grinning.

Rose set aside her sandwich, lunch forgotten. The breakroom was one hell of a place for her friend to bring this up. “Why? How?”

Venus laughed. “I’m sure you can figure out the ‘how’—”

“That’s not what a mean! Like, how did this happen? How did it even come up?”

Venus arched an eyebrow and smirked.

“Not that!” Rose hissed. “I just… Why?”

Venus shrugged as she chewed on her own meal. “The masseur, the ‘Fen’Harel’ one, he offered, and I don’t know… I couldn’t help but try it out.” Rose wasn’t convinced by Venus’ casual tone. “It’s not like, ‘on the menu’. It’s a service they occasionally provide in secret to special clients. Adaar got me on the list, but even then it’s not a guarantee.”

That Adaar was involved didn’t surprise Rose. “Of course it’s in secret, it’s illegal. I can’t believe you actually did it.”

“Me either! I didn’t think I would, but then… It was just so taboo, you know? Maybe it’s a Dalish thing—people have been telling me my whole life not to let the Dread wolf take me, and now—”

“And now you’ve paid him to.”

“Oof. Yeah. Pricey, too. Totally worth it, though,” she replied, still smiling.

Rose blinked. “Really?” Now that did surprise her. “But you can just… Get it for free. Or by yourself.”

“Not like that, you can’t,” Venus practically purred. “DIY doesn’t make me feel so… relaaaxed.”

A pang of jealously bit Rose— or maybe just curiosity. She went back to nibbling her sandwich. She couldn’t picture herself doing anything like that…

… Even after Venus spent the rest of their break describing exactly what that entailed in a hushed whisper.

Rose could never do something so clinical as that, of course. She’d never even has a one night stand! She didn’t  judge her friend, though—she supposed it was fine as long as everyone was safe and happy. And Venus was practically glowing. Still, she couldn’t imagine sex without the emotional connection was worth it.

“So… I get to refer a friend,” Venus said as she tucked away her Tupperware. “Do you wanna?”

“Me? No!” Rose nearly tripped on her own chair as she stood. Several people turned to look at her, so she lowered her voice and repeated, “No. Thank you. I’m good.”

“I’m sure you could use a massage,” she insisted as they headed for the timeclock.

“No.”

“I’ll make you an appointment.”

Rose sighed at what could have been called her friend’s ‘knowing smile’ if she hadn’t been entirely off base. “Don’t you dare.”

~~~~~

[11:01 AM] I made you an appointment :D [11:01 AM] Thursday. You’ll have to go right from work. [11:01 AM] Don’t forget to shave your legs.

[11:05 AM] No [11:05 AM] Cancel it

[11:05 AM] But there’s a cancellation/no show fee! [11:06 AM] You cant leave me hanging like that when I’m being so generous :(

[11:06 AM] I guess you’ll just have to go yourself then

[11:08 AM] Don’t think I’m not tempted. [11:08 AM] Come on. Please? Just get a reg massage if that’s all you want hon. [11:08 AM] Consider it an early bday gift

[11:15 AM] No funny business?

[11:15 AM] Not unless you want the ‘funny business’ [11:15 AM] BUT IF YOU DO you have to ask for it with a code phrase. It’s a consent thing. [11:16 AM] Do you want to know the password??

[11:16 AM] N O .

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Thursday afternoon Rose found herself at the high-end Evanuris Salon and Spa Resort. The staff all spoke in soft, calm, friendly tones as they gave her a locker key so she could get out of her work clothes and don a rather luxurious robe of soft cotton lined with terry cloth. It had pockets for her key and cell phone, but she left her phone behind in the spirit of the experience.

As recommended, she had arrived early to partake of the sauna, pool, and refreshments. After some fresh cucumber water and a handful of seemingly-exotic candied nuts (that were definitely not on her diet), Rose went out to the otherwise empty Women Only pool area. She eyed the water glistening in the sun longingly, but ultimately went to steam in the sauna instead. She hadn’t brought a bathing suit, and didn’t feel up to dropping her towel.

She’d only been outdoors in the nude once, on a camping trip with a boyfriend, and it had felt amazing… but she was too self-conscious to do it here. Even if it was only around other women (assuming others came in) she couldn’t just openly sit around all chubby and sagging.

But she could see the sparkling water through the small window in the redwood door, and it nagged at her as the minutes ticked by. Was she really going to turn down a rare opportunity to do something like this just because of some cellulite and stretch marks?

She didn’t want to be that kind of person. She marched right out of the heavy sauna air, tossed her robe to the side, and climbed into the perfectly heated water. The sunlight on her bare skin was exactly as liberating as she remembered. She reveled in it, enjoyed every minute of it (except for the brief interval where an impassive employee gathered some discarded towels and Rose pretended not to care). Unfortunately, she’d already wasted most of her pre-appointment time already.

She was soon climbing out of the water and back into her robe, dripping water into the provided sandals as she went to the little sitting room to wait for her masseuse. Her body still buzzed as she indulged in dark chocolate bark and some king of fancy fruity tea.

Her pulse jumped when the inner door opened, and she stood. She recognized him instantly from Venus’ description of him. “Rose?”

Venus hadn’t mentioned his voice sounding like pure sex. Or was that just her imagination? “Yes, hello.”

He reached out for her hand, giving it more of a squeeze than a shake. “Hello. I’m Fen’Harel. I’ll be servicing you today. Please, follow me.”

As he escorted her down a hallway lined with doors on both sides, each door labeled something like ‘Andruil’ or ‘June’, she chided herself. It was just a massage, after all. She’d had professional massages a few times before, and they’d been awesome. True, all her previous experiences had been with female presenting masseuses, but Venus had said this guy was very business-like.

How did one have business-like sex?

Well, she would never know, she supposed. When they reached a room labeled Fen’Harel he instructed her to disrobe and cover herself with the blanket as routinely as any professional would. He left the room, and she rushed out of her robe, folded it, and set it aside before climbing dutifully on the table. She nestled her face in the little padded thing after she awkwardly pulled the blanket up to her hairline.

She needn’t have hurried; she was left alone for several minutes. Under the weighty blanket, listening to the soft, vaguely-tribal music, her heartbeat calmed. It was a few moments before she realized the table itself was heated. The incense, whatever it was, was subtle and definitely had the intended relaxing effect.

A gentle knocked preluded his return. Things went as one would expect; he asked if she was experiencing any pain or tension, if she had problem areas or old injuries, if she had any requests. He asked her what her preference was for the intensity level,

“I like it hard, I guess,” she answered. Then her eyes went wide in her padded face thing as she realized what she’d said. “The pressure, I mean! Like, I’ve had those really intense deep massages before, and I liked them. I like it when I can still feel it the next day, you know? I-”

Rose abruptly stopped talking, having decided she was no longer allowed to speak to people ever again.

Her face burned as she heard a soft chuckle. “I understand. Let’s begin.”

He folded down the blanket to just above her butt, poured on some heavenly oil, and got to work. His hands glided over back, gently kneaded muscles, then smoothed along her shoulders for several minutes.

When he moved to one of her arms she started to move it into a better position for him, but he stopped her. “Allow me to move you,” he said, and gently moved her arm himself. “We want your muscles to stay completely relaxed.”

The arm rub was good. The hand rub was oddly so. She never really thought about tension in her fingers until he squeezed each one, base to tip. He gently laid her arm into a comfortable position and walked around the table to do the other side. This time she didn’t move.

He worked his way back to her neck, her shoulders, her back. This time he dug in deep. It took her a moment to realize he wasn’t using his elbows, just this thumbs— Maker, he must have crazy strong hands! Rose’s face was still hidden, so she didn’t bother hold back her wincing. It hurt, but she’d asked for this and she would take it silently.

“You carry a lot of tension in your lower back,” he said after some time.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”

“I’ve done what I can, but I think it would be beneficial if I could go lower; lower than the blanket. Would you be comfortable with that, or shall I keep working where I am?”

“Go ahead,” she said, not hesitating. Much. She actually often wished masseurs would work that area more, if she was honest. And it was just a butt.

She tried to ignore the way her flab moved around under his hands and to just enjoy the muscles being worked properly for once. She was plenty relaxed by the time he covered her with the blanket and moved again, this time to her feet.

Rose nearly groaned in pleasure as he dug his thumbs into her insteps. He folded up the blanket to work first one leg, then the other, he worked his way slowly up her calves and thighs, stopping well clear of her blanket-covered-portion. Her skin hummed happily all over.

“I would like to do your other side, now,” he explained when he was done. “I will hold up the blanket for privacy while you turn over.”

What? Half asleep, she hadn’t fully processed what he meant before the entire blanket lifted up, exposing all of her. Her head jerked up in alarm, but he was holding the blanket like a screen between them, high over his head. She gracelessly rolled her naked body onto her back. He leaned over her and dropped the blanket so that it covered her without him ever seeing her.

Rose tried to pull the blanket to cover herself her more fully. She snatched her hands back when she again heard, “Allow me to move you.”

She snapped her eyes closed, determined to relax her muscles and calm her thudding heart. She heard him moving around her, and her warm, oiled skin hummed all over in anticipation of where he would touch her next.

His hands went to her hair, surprising her. She resolutely kept her eyes very closed so she wouldn’t be awkwardly staring up at him as he gently massaged her scalp. He lowered to her neck, then shoulders. As his hands skimmed just below her collarbone she was excessively aware of how the pressure along her skin made her breasts shift beneath the blanket. She pretended not to feel her sensitive nipples hardening against the fabric, and hoped the blanket was thick enough that it wasn’t noticeable.

She dutifully kept her legs limp as he moved to massage the tops of them this time, and lamented internally over how it felt weird that the only part of her body that wasn’t being thoroughly oiled up were her breasts. Too bad she didn’t carry all her tension there…

He briefly skimmed over her feet again, an almost teasing press on her insteps, then he was moving up her calves, one and then the other. She tensed a little when he got to her thighs, her gross flabby thighs, and he must have noticed. His hands stopped. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Are you uncomfortable with being touched here?”

“No,” she lied. “Just ticklish. Please don’t stop.”

Fuck, that came out wrong. She almost explained that she meant to say both ‘please don’t worry’ and ‘you don’t need to stop’, but she kind of liked his small chuckle— even if it was at her expense.

“I will continue, if you wish,” he said, and he did. His thumbs kneaded the outer muscles of her thigh. Rose was confused when a few minutes later he said again, “I will continue, if you wish?”

“Yes,” was all she said. Then his hands slid a palm length under the blanket and she understood. He was asking to touch more of her. His caresses were warm and firm and it would have been soothing if she hadn’t been so stressed that he would find her fat thighs repulsive.

She nearly gave in and asked him to stop. Stupid, such a stupid thing to worry about your body around a professional, but she couldn’t shake the thought that he was secretly cringing as he touched her, wishing he hadn’t offered. The words were on the tip of her tongue when he interrupted her thoughts.

“I will continue, if you wish,” he said again, voice husky, heavy. Her eyes flicked open and she looked at his face, his pupils wide and dark, and knew that he did not want to stop.

She was so relieved to be desired, that he didn’t seem to notice her flaws, that the, “Yes,” fell from her lips immediately.

A smile tugged wickedly at the corner of his mouth. “Say it. You know the words; I need to hear them.”

Rose squeezed her eyes shut tight, and forced out the password Lavellan had given her against her will. “Dread Wolf take me!”

And so he did. Refusing to open her eyes she instead listened intently as he opened a drawer, but it was hard to hear over the pounding of her own damn heart.

Was she really going to go through with this?

Oh Maker, oh fuck, that was the sound of a condom wrapper!

This was happening. It was actually happening.

“Allow me to move you.” They low way he said it this time set her blood afire, even before the massage table shifted beneath her legs. With a clink of a lever her body remained on a stable surface, but the lower part of the table somehow split, spreading her legs apart. He did not move the blanket up higher.

Maker, this was starting to feel like a she was getting a Pap smear or something, this was such a bad idea…

His hands, wide flat palms up, slid under her ass. He lifted her easily, and shifted her to where he wanted her at the end of the table. Rose did her best to pretend her body was liquid and relaxed and this was totally normal. Up until his fingers, well lubricated this entire time, slid easily up in her.

She bit her lips together but let a small whimper escape so he wouldn’t think she was in pain or something. She made more gasps and tiny half-smothered moans as his crazy-strong fingers worked her. Enough to give him feedback, enough that to tell him that fuck that was exactly the right spot, but no louder. Were these rooms sound proof?

Satisfied, his fingers withdrew and one of his hands regained its position under her butt. She was hyper aware of his oiled thumb in her crack… Then his cock pushed into her.

Fuck.

He moved in her, but it wasn’t like any sex she’d had before. It was missing the… The smashing of bodies, of hips colliding. He pulled back well before any part of him touched her— other than his hands and dick of course. His movements were quick but steady, and without his body meeting hers it felt almost like using a dildo on herself instead of having sex.

But much, much better.

Maker, he must be packing if she was getting ‘just the tip’ from him and it felt as big as a normal cock. She screamed as he speed up and tried to lift her hips up towards him.

“Allow me to move you,” he panted.

Rose did her absolute best to resist the instincts telling her to pump her hips with him. He took pity on her and raised her hips himself, both hands beneath her hips and a slick thumb still pressing against her anus. He still never fully pushed into her or up against her, making it feel oddly distant for something so intimate.

When she was so close she couldn’t take it, did nothing to smother her pathetic whimpers pleading for release, he lowered her hips to the table. She didn’t have time to be disappointed before both of his strong, deft thumbs moved to either side of her clit and seconds later her whole world exploded. She came hard, harder than anything she remembered before. Her orgasm coursed through her entire body, every kneaded muscle, and lasted long enough to leave her panting hard.

Then she thought she heard a quiet voice say, “Beautiful…”

Rose’s eyes snapped open, and she saw him turning away to remove latex gloves he must have put on at some point. She took one look at the pink sheen on his face and closed her eyes again, deciding it was way too personal to look at a stranger in such a state. Sweet Andraste, she didn’t even know his real name!

She realized she also didn’t know if he got off. Did he just stop when she finished? Did he have to pace himself for multiple clients in a day?

“I’m going to step out so you can get dressed. Please take your time; there is no hurry,” he explained as he clicked the table back together. She pressed her legs closed as well. “Would you like some water?”

“Uh, yes, thank you.”

“Of course. I will wait in the hall.”

He left. The door shut, and the room was filled with a sudden silence and stillness.

Rose remained on the table for a moment to process what had just happened. Physically, her body still felt amazing; the tension from the sex had done nothing to ruin how loose it felt. She felt like she was glowing. And emotionally?

Holy fuck, she felt great. She burst aloud into a giggle. Finally climbing off the table, she grinned ridiculously and shook her head at herself. “Alright, Venus. You were right.”

Rose was going to have to send her one hell of a thank you fruit basket.

[septic-dr-schneep]

This is purely optional, but can I get 'foot massage' with anyone of your choosing?

“Oh...Ohhh, wow,” Jackie breathed, head falling back against the cushions. He hadn’t even realized how much tension he was holding in his feet until now as JJ’s thumbs dragged down his arches. “Now I see why people pay you for this...You’ve got the master hand.”

“I’d hardly be a proper masseur if I didn’t!” JJ chuckled, gripping his toes to stretch them back and forth. “Is there anywhere in particular you’d prefer I direct my focus?”

“Just...everywhere. It feels amazing,” he murmured, inhaling deeply as the oil on the other’s hands reached his nose. “Is that lavender?”

“Lavender, frankincense and spikenard. I’m glad that they are to your liking!” Wordlessly Jackieboy nodded, eyes flickering, and Jameson couldn’t suppress a knowing smile as he pressed his heels. “Feel free to close your eyes if you wish. Many clients take the opportunity to catch a catnap while I work.”

“Oh, I...I’m good.”

Not two minutes later he was snoring. 

[sashatrr]

Breathe with me. Chapter 16b

Chapter 16a here

Liam and Lina spent  few more days in Antwerp, mostly staying in their suite or visiting different pubs. 

Friday night they checked out and drove to Brugge. 

Next day Lina instantly fell in love with this city. She was charmed by everything. Neat streets, ancient buildings and bridges, white painted carriages pulled by horses, charming cafes all over the streets and small souvenir stores. 

She couldn't resist and bought a few laced tablecloths and napkins. In the end, Brugge was famous  for it. Endless chocolate stores that were selling chocolate in any form, including those that you wouldn't buy for  you kids. 

That part Lina found the most amusing. 

They bought all possible kinds of  chocolate candies, pralines, in Leonidas and some cute looking, but useless for both of them antique bells, ashtrays and candlestick on swap meet. 

Lina tried to stop Liam when he was buying a fifth candlestick but he shrugged it off. 

-We are just shopping for  home - He said adding three 18th century jewelry boxes to the bunch he already picked. 

They spent day in a park. Liam laid a blanket in the grass by the river in a trees shadow. A weather was hot and lots of people came out to get some chill by the water. They spent all day napping, reading books on their phones or lazily talking about everything and anything. 

Only now Liam fully accepted the fact that he was totally in love with Lina. He was terrified and happy at the same time. The connection they formed in New York, was growing stronger with each passing day. 

It was a new level of relationships. Before it was mostly physical attraction that grew only stronger, but at the same time, as they were learning more about each other, Liam was more and more attracted by her personality. 

She was so different from the women he used to be with. They always remembered who were they dating, except of Vivien. With them he always knew that he must give something in return, that they expect favors for their families, sooner or later they will try to take advantage. 

Vivien never asked for anything, never tried to use their relationships or persuade him into anything but also he never had a deep feelings for her. With Lina he always knew, he felt that she wants him for himself, she always saw a man in him, not the crown, money or influence. Now and then she was even snapping at him or treating him just like regular man. He would lie if he said that he isn't enjoying it. 

In a few more days they continued their trip and went to Gent. It was a less impressive city than Antwerp or Brugge. Brugge would always remain  Lina's favorite because of its special atmosphere but she enjoyed Gent as well. The city center was small and cozy. Two days were enough to explore it fully. 

They visited a medieval castle, Gravensteen. It was mostly empty inside so Lina had to use her imagination to picture everything that the voice in headphones was telling about each room and events that took place here during different times. It wasn't the usual boring historical lecture but a funny one. The last room was showing all kinds of executions and the voice was telling her about several examples of it that took place in this castle. Off course, there was also a story of a witch hunt. After visiting a castle, they ate Belgian waffles in the street cafe and returned to the hotel. 

-What do you say if we go to Amsterdam next?-Liam asked at the dinner. 

Lina winced and shook her head. 

-Liam, don't get me wrong, this trip is amazing, I never expected to come here at all but it's overwhelming. I am sure that if we visit one more city, It will all mix up in my head. Actually, it already did. 

-Then what do you say if we spend next two weeks on the beach? - Liam himself was a bit tired of constant change of places and flow of impressions. He already visited most of those places in the past but now, being here with Lina, seeing it with her eyes like for a first time, he felt just as overwhelmed as her. 

-As long as there won't be any tours, I am in. - Lina agreed. - I guess I'll go shopping for bikini tomorrow. 

-Doubt that you will find anything decent here. I suggest we stop in Paris for day or two.-Liam suggested. 

-Really, Liam? - Lina arched an eyebrow chuckling. - Shopping for bikini in Paris? I am sure that I can find something here. 

-I promise you, there will be no tours in Paris unless you will want to see some landmarks.

-You are to much-Lina said giving up. It must be nice to go to Paris for bikini shopping on a whim. That was his life.

Lina was so used to having Liam all for herself, to walking holding hands with him, to shopping together, to eating in street cafes and other things that normal couples enjoyed, that she kept forgetting most of the time who was he. It felt right and natural. Her feelings grew stronger every day but sometimes her inner angel would remind her that what they have is not real, she borrowed her time with him from another woman. The one that was his wife, the one who had to be here with him, the one he had to hold in his arms at nights.Lina was trying to to push those thoughts away but they would return to her more and more often with each passing day. She tried not to think about the future and the time when he would have to leave her behind. Lina wanted to live in this borrowed month forever. 

Day after that dinner, Liam and Lina boarded jet in Brussels Airport and very soon landed in Paris. A flight was really short. 

-Wow, that was fast. - Lina said getting up from her seat.- I didn't even have a time to freak out. 

-You did great-Liam tenderly caressed her cheek and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before to lead her out of the jet to the waiting car. 

Paris was bustling with activity, hordes of tourists on the streets and endless stream of cars.

Their car stopped by a fancy looking four floors building. Liam helped Lina to get out of the car and she stared at the building. 

-We are not staying in the hotel?-she asked surprised. 

-No-Liam replied and rushed her inside. - We should be careful here, I am afraid that even sunglasses won't save me if someone will spot me here. It's one of our family residencies. 

An elevator carried them to the third floor and Liam unlocked a door leading Lina inside. 

Despite a surrounding luxury, Lina found herself calm and not so impressed as she would be just some weeks ago. She was getting used to this lifestyle and it was scaring her. 

It was a two level apartments surrounded by terrace that was opening a breathtaking view on les Champs. Lina and Liam spent the night in another conversation learning more and more about each other, enjoying the view and  two bottles of Chateau Lafite. Nor Liam or Lina wanted to think about what will happen later. He knew that going back to his reality, Palace, Madeline and his duties will be a difficult process but he was pushing those thoughts aside. A life of ruler was demanding from him to sacrifice much of his heart desires but never in his life he felt so helpless  as in the moments when he thought about his life after this so called honeymoon. 

Next morning a car took them to Galeries Lafayette where Liam headed straight to Lafayette Coupole where, despite Lina's protests, they purchased much more than one bikini. 

-Baby, it's ridiculous  to come all the way to the Paris just for one bikini.

They went from one boutique to another leaving each with a few bags and boxes of clothes, shoes, lingerie or accessories. 

Lina felt helpless not wanting to cause a scene or to get into the fight, but decided that time has come for conversation with Liam. 

That night, sitting on the terrace, Lina tried to start it but either Liam didn't want to hear it or simply couldn't understand her feelings about it.

-Lin,there is nothing wrong with shopping. Everyone go shopping. 

Frustrated she stared at Liam. 

-There is a normal shopping and there is a Julia Roberts shopping, Liam. With only difference, I am not a prostitute you hired to escort you. 

Amazed Liam stared back at her. 

-What are you even talking about? I've got no idea and for God's sake, don't ever use that word again. 

-Pretty woman, that's what it is about. - she almost yelled at him. 

-Yes, you are a pretty woman indeed. Does it upset you? - Liam asked leading conversation away from the subject. 

-Unbelievable, you are taking a couch tonight. - Lina growled getting up from a chair. 

-Baby, not to upset you but there are three spare bedrooms here.-Liam chuckled.  

-But you are still sleeping on the couch. - she answered, headed inside and loudly smashed a door shut behind her. 

Thirty minutes later, Liam claimed his place in the bed again much to Lina's pleasure. Her anger faded away approximately five minutes after shutting a bedroom door. She already missed him. 

Following morning it was still dark outside when Liam and Lina woke up, had their morning coffee and headed to airport. It was a long thirteen hours flight, they landed late at night and a car drove them straight to the hotel. 

Liam picked Komandoo Maldives Island Resort

because of secluded villas where he could avoid running into someone he knew or someone who could recognize him. He refused the butler and a chief  services just to be sure that there won't be anyone to leak this information to the press. 

Their villa was facing ocean and straight from their veranda they could get to the private beach. Every night they would take long walks along the shore, sometimes swimming in the ocean and making love. Some days they spent by the pool or inviting spa masseurs for couple massage.

Two weeks flew by very fast. Never in her life Lina was happier than on this island but she felt as time slips through her fingers, every morning she was waking up xmarking one more day from her mental calendar and before any of them was ready, it was time to return to New York. 

The weather back in New York was matching Liam's sullen mood. From the airport they went straight to their new apartments. 

By the door they were met by muscular looking woman in a grey suit. 

Three of them headed to the living room where Liam introduced woman to Lina. 

-Lin, it's Mara. She came here from Cordonia two weeks ago and was studying the city to prepare for her service. 

Mara extended her hand to confused girl. 

Lina shook it and looked up at Liam. 

-A service? What kind of service?- she asked him. 

-Mara will be your driver and assist you with anything you might need but my priority is to make sure that you are safe. 

-Excuse me? - after receiving no further explanation from Liam, she looked at Mara apologetically and grabbed Liam's  wrist pulling him towards bedroom. 

She loudly shut the door behind them and snapped at Liam. 

-Is she going to spy on me? - she yelled at him. - What does it mean? What gives you a right to assign your personal spy to me? - Lina grabbed a pillow from couch and threw it in Liam's  direction.

Reflectively, Liam caught it and threw pillow back on the couch. 

-Whoa, calm down, Lin. Nobody is going to spy on you. I already explained that she is only here to help and protect you. - Liam tried to defend himself. Maybe that was a bad decision but he knew that he won't sleep at nights imagining her being thousands of kilometers away from him all by herself. 

-Protect me from what, Liam? I survived for twenty three years all by myself. I know how to cross the road and use a subway. Why all of sudden I need extra protection? Because I am your mistress? - she spat out a last word. - Did I fall asleep and suddenly woke up in fifty shades of grey? Where is your red room then? 

Liam was struggling to keep up with Lina, he heard that combination of words before but couldn't recall what was that about. 

-What Red room? Which shades? What are you talking about? - he asked trying to sound calm but not defensively. 

-It's a movie, Liam. A kincky billionare falls in love with a simple girl. Only he wasn't married and had more respect for her than you show for me.-Lina stopped herself in time before next words would leave her lips. 

Despite being angry, she knew that some words you could never take back. She didn't want to make any threats, especially since she knew that no power in this world can make her to leave him right now. 

She had no idea how to make him to listen, how to make him to ask her before to make a decision for both of them. For a third time he failed to keep his word and discuss his decisions with her. 

-How am I disrespecting you? I am taking care of you! We already discussed it and you were fine with it! - Liam snapped back. 

-I wasn't fine with it! And we didn't discuss it! You promised me not to decide anything without me before we flew to Europe but it's a second time you are doing it since then. - Lina grabbed a pillow from the couch again and began to beat it on his chest making him to step back with each hit. 

Liam teared a pillow from her hands, threw it on the couch and quickly moved behind Lina. He caught her hands with his, pressed them to her lower belly holding her tight against his body. 

-I apologised, baby. And I promise you that she is not here to spy on you. I will feel better all the way there knowing that you are not alone in New York. - He tried to make Lina to look at it from his point of view. 

-I am not alone, Liam. I have my family and Nicci. I'll be all right. I don't want your spies here with me. - she began to calm down a bit. 

-That's our first. - Liam chuckled into her hair. 

-First what? - Lina asked. 

-First fight, off course.-Liam beamed all proud of himself. 

-First of many if you won't stop this. I refuse to be followed by your spy, call her whatever you like. 

Liam felt that storm has passed and led Lina back to the living room. 

-Mara, from this moment on you will be taking orders only from Lina. You can not… spy on her-he shot Lina a look-and you can't give me any information without her consent. 

-Understood, sire. - Mara nodded. 

-You can go now.-Liam dismissed her and waited till she walked down the hall and disappeared from a view. 

-Are you feeling better now? - he asked Lina. 

-No, mister Grey. - she replied with sarcasm in her voice.-Bit it's a start. Just know now that if you misbehave, I will send Mara after you. - she chuckled. 

Rest of the day flew by like one second. Their fight was quickly forgotten. Both knew that it will be their last night together until Liam could find a time for another visit. 

Next morning after breakfast Liam changed from his jeans, that became his casual clothes during past month, into suit. Sad Lina was watching him, following his every move with her gaze. Her heart was bleeding. She couldn't imagine how can she live without his constant presence in her life now. The future looked grey, rainy and depressing without him. 

Liam kept a blank face but his emotions and thoughts were similar to Lina's. He only hoped that he can dive into the work to survive those first days until he learns to live without her again. He hoped that it will become easier with each passing day but deep inside he knew that it won't. 

Lina walked him to appartments door and rose on her tiptoes to give him a lingering kiss on the lips. 

-I am bad at saying good bye. I'll miss you. - she said swallowing back tears.

 -I will come as soon as I can, I promise. I'll miss you too, baby. Take care of yourself. I… - he stopped himself before he would add anything else and pulled her into tight embrace. After a few long minutes they parted and Liam walked out of the door. 

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