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veeloveshawks · 23 days ago

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Sent 9:01

summary: clicking on contacts in a hurry, you accidentally send a compromising photo Deku, your fellow classmate. Neither of you were expecting the other to be up so late when classes were to presume the next day, and neither of you really minded.

warnings: blowjobs, teasing, Deku’s first time

word count: 3123

[new message: yn]

Deku could hardly grab his phone fast enough, fumbling with the passcode in his excitement. Despite texting you numerous times a day, the rush of adrenaline he received when your name popped up on his screen was greater than any feeling he could get from battle. Maybe it was because he usually knew what to expect from fighting, always a plan in mind. But, with you, the possibilities were endless. Training? Study session? Dinner? Just chatting? He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t wait to find out. Scrolling through the pages of his home screen, he landed on the one with his texts on it, quickly tapping it with his thumb. You two chatted quite frequently, and in comparison, he didn’t text anyone much (with the exception of All Might, who constantly asked to speak with him during lunch periods, and Bakugo, who found the idea of being able to berate Midoriya without having to physically see him appealing), meaning you were already on top of his notification list. He anxiously opened your contact, reading the message hastily.

Minaaaa, this set is cute but lwk expensive - sent 9:00 p.m. do I keep??? - sent 9:00 p.m. wait let me send a pic - sent 9:00 p.m.

Admittedly, he’s a bit confused. First, he’s definitely sure he’s not Mina, looking down at the skin he’s confident hasn’t been changed to pink through some miracle. And, second, what were you even talking about? Set? Of what? Realizing it must have been a mistake, maybe even something he should stay not knowing, he opens his keyboard to tell you you must’ve clicked on the wrong contact. But, just as he begins typing, his eyes flick up at a new message.

[image attached] - sent 9:01 p.m.

Deku probably shouldn’t have been nosy, digging into texts clearly not for him. He wonders if this was almost as bad as digging into your texts with Mina herself. But, another part of him is curious. Most of your peers were sound asleep, not a single noise in the dorm except for the gentle breeze the stirring papers in front of him. He was supposed to be studying, was studying, before you texted. Fine, he decided to himself silently, going to click on the attachment. I’m already in this deep, what’s one more harmless distraction? He predicted he would click the image quickly, send an apology text that he’s in fact not Mina, but hello regardless, and be on his merry way. What he couldn't have predicted, though, was the image he actually saw. You stood in front of a full body mirror, one he saw before in your bedroom while passing. He observed a few things: posters of your favorite shows, shows you’ve bonded over, a particularly made bed, silk sheets flowing over the frame, and finally, the subject, you. Your face is covered by your phone, but almost every other aspect of you is exposed. One leg over the other, you showed off the white mesh socks you were wearing, sitting right below your thighs that were pressed together. Between your thighs were the lace underwear that rested just about on your hip line, lace trimming the edges . The color was light pink, along with your bralette, that hung on your chest, clinging to you. Looking a bit closer, he recognized the pattern of roses adorning the fabric. He admired for a moment before realizing what he actually just saw.

Oh. Oh.

Once he fully comprends, he shields his eyes immediately, wincing at how hard he just hit himself. That would definitely leave some mark, but it didn’t matter. Not with the already red shade crawling up his neck, threatening to seep into his face. He cracks an eye open only to swipe away, immediately hiding away in his face again. He just saw your legs with nothing on them besides, practically clear socks and a small garment covered in lace. Was this what girls usually send each other? He couldn’t even fathom the thought of asking Denki if a pair of boxers made him look good, or Todoroki if a compression shirt looked nice on him with his abs. There were too many questions whirling around his mind, and if he wasn’t short circuiting on the impact of seeing you, he was now. Maybe the, now swirling, gut feeling planted within him was correct. He rubbed the face once more over his face before opening his eyes, looking at the screen again. He was grateful for the phone’s option of being told there was an image attached without having to actually see it. What he wasn’t grateful for was the option to see when someone was typing, because it made him dizzy, not knowing what you were to say next. Did you notice it wasn’t Mina? Were you embarrassed? Mad at him? He couldn't even think about the last option without his chest tightening. The forewarning of a message almost made him sick. Through his fear induced haze, he came to an epiphany. If he could see you typing, that means… He looked at his keyboard, to discover not only was it open, he was very much typing. Ohgodohgodohgod he was so screwed. Maybe you weren’t aware of your error yet, but you knew whoever was behind the phone saw it, and was actively in the inbox. Red fully consumed him now as he scrambled for ideas of what to do next. He couldn’t even think straight with the mortification. And, though he’d been training extensively, he wasn’t sure his legs had gotten bulkier to the amount his boxers would feel this tight. Facing you seemed unbearable, and he went to the next best thing. Ending it. Through the window sounded like a good option, but since you were still awake, you might make eye contact on the way down. Suffocation could work too, but he felt weirdly… possessive over accidentally dying with his phone unlocked and anyone being able to see the photo. Plus, he really didn’t want to die with everyone knowing thinking he was a pathetic, lonely, horny loser. Did boners work when you were dead? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care to find out. He reached a dead end of idea as you texted again, the notification snapping him out of it.

why are you taking so long to type - sent 9:07 p.m. does this mean I’m jaw dropping lmfao - sent 9:07 p.m.

You were, Deku said to himself before scribbling the thought out of his mind. What was he thinking? You were his classmate! Yes, you were pretty, prettier than any girl he’s ever seen, but what he saw was still wrong. This entire situation and every detail was wrong. He took a sip of water to cool himself off because has it always been so hot in here? He spits it out and chokes on it with the next message.

Deku??? - sent 9:08 p.m.

This was it. He’s lived a good life, could’ve experienced some more things, sure, but simply couldn’t live after this. He threw his phone across the room, almost hitting a valuable All Might figure, and his face into the pillow. No one could see the photo if the screen was destroyed, he supposes. What could he do now? He had to see you tomorrow, and wasn’t sure if he could look you in the eyes. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do that again. He could try to pretend he saw nothing, but you were smart, and he was a bad liar. No, if he was going to die, he’d at least apologize first before smothering his face full of cotton. He paced around his room, practicing to himself. After a few minutes, he picked up his, surprisingly not cracked, phone again. Though, he did feel a bit light headed, so he assumed the throw hadn't been too hard. He was faced with four new messages from you.

your poor innocent eyesssss I’m so sorry - sent 9:15 p.m. omfg are you choking??? - sent 9:15 p.m. what just hit your wall, you okay? - 9:16 p.m. please relax I can hear your shuffling - sent 9:16 p.m

If he didn’t deem himself an idiot a few minutes ago, he did now, as he completely glided over the fact his dorm room was separated from yours by a single, thin floor. At least you didn’t seem mad, more concerned if anything, but it was still humiliating. He didn’t even send the photo, he was probably working himself up over nothing, but still. It’s been two minutes since your last message, and since you already knew, he may as well say sorry. Just as his hand reaches the first initial of your name, a new message comes in from you.

you can come see it in person if u want - sent 9:18 p.m.

Huh? You wanted him to do what? If there was anything Deku was, it wasn’t a ladies man. He was far too busy for that, the thought of dating hadn’t even crossed his mind. Very few were surprised when he mentioned to a small group of U-A boys that he hadn’t even had his first kiss during a game truth or dare (where he was originally asked his body count, and almost passed away on the spot). So, going over to your place would be a huge step. But was he willing to take it? Absolutely. He closed his notes immediately, maybe slamming the book down a bit more enthusiastically than he should’ve. He moved to his dresser, picking out a new pair of sleek black boxers (thinking it wasn’t very cool to show up with pre already staining his briefs), a pair of sweatpants, and an athletic shirt. He looked good enough. It didn’t really matter, he was going to take them off anyway. He opened the door gently, so as to not wake anyone, before closing and locking it to make it appear as though he was still in there. He was normally a rule follower, and sneaking out this late for a hookup was probably breaking the rules, but did he care? For once, not really. Then he checked the hallway, making sure no one was in there. If he got caught now he may as well just turn back, pretending he was sleep walking. When the coast was clear, he booked it down the stairs, not caring if anyone heard this time. After all, he was always known for moving before he could think.

One, two, three. He rhythmically knocked on the door, gently this time. He didn’t really care about waking the guys up, they woke him up with their late night shenanigans all the time, but the girls were a different story. He could say he was on his way down to the bathroom when on the guy’s level, but the girl's floor level? And at a door? There was no coming back from that. So as anxious as he was, he knew he had to be careful.

“Door’s unlocked!” Your bright voice echoed outside the door, and he winced. He loved your voice, it was his favorite sound, but he’s sure that just the phrase alone would cause a discussion among a few people that were either woken up, or happened to be quietly awake. He pushed the door open and the scene was even better than what he had seen on the screen. You laid on your bed, back facing the sky, and your neck twisted over to look back at him. Were you sure it was okay for him to see you like this? From the smile you made at his flustered expression, he guessed it was. You sat up, legs moved to the side on your bed, patting the space next to you.

“Come here, Izuku.” His name. He was already weak in the knees, wobbling over to sit on your bed. Out of what seemed like instinct, you placed a hand firmly on his upper thigh, and he swallowed a whimper. “I’m really sorry for looking, it was an accident, I swear!” He tried to be as expressive as possible without causing too much noise, to which you just laughed. Replacing the hand on his thigh to go on his cheek, you replied. “You’re fine, I didn’t mean for you to see it. Not complaining, though.” Your thumb began to rub figures on his face in a circular motion. He melted completely, his brain going to mush. “You and Mina’s contacts are both pinned on my phone,” you began to explain “I accidentally clicked your’s instead of her’s.” “Wait wait wait, I’m pinned in your texts?” He exclaims, not trying to be subtle about his shock. “Well yeah, I text you all the time. More than anyone I think.” He’s at a loss for words. Noticing this, you take charge, pulling him in further to kiss him. The connection brings sparks to his lips, which in turn, makes everything in him short circuit. This was really happening, and he had no clue what to do. He awkwardly guides a hand to rest on your lower back, and the other to hold the back of your hair. Trying to test for boundaries, you slip your tongue slowly into his mouth, two which he immediately gives access to. Just when he fades away into a shell of himself, you pull away, giving him time to breathe. Panting, he looks at you with a bewildered expression. Why did you pull away, was he not doing a good enough job? He hoped you enjoyed just a little, it was his first time after all. And he knew he was enjoying it thoroughly, wanting to feel your soft lips combine with his again. “Think you could take these off for me?” Confused, he looks down. Oh. Your hand is pulling at the hem of his shorts, and he nods immediately before slipping them off and tossing them somewhere in the dark room. He was about to take his boxers off too, before you stopped him, holding his hand so he wouldn’t continue.

“You seem really eager already,” you motion towards his dick, that is fully hard and straining against the boxers, threatening to break through at any time. Great, you hadn’t even done anything yet and he was already rock solid. Nice going. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but is this your first time?” How did you know? Well, he wasn’t going to lie and say it wasn’t The way he looked away, a mixed between desperate and petrified, told you everything you needed to know. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.” He felt a hand palm his cock through fabric, and gasped, instantly going to rock against it for stimulation. “Here, you can take them off now.” By the time you said the last word, they were already off. Promptly, you got on your knees, not worrying about hair getting in the way. You palmed him again, finding it amusing how sensitive he was from just a light touch.

Then you flicked your tounge against his tip, swirling around the precum that was starting to run. Reveling in the feeling, you decided to stop teasing, and finally wrapped your lips against him. He gripped your hair, squeezing hard as you moved up and down. He’s never felt anything so exhilarating before, the fear of waking anyone up completely washed away under your mouth. He begins thrusting his hips forward, the movement being a bit stiff at first. Once he found his rhythm, though, he was completely addicted. Stuttering breaths and mumbled praises left his mouth. At one point, he slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to conceal a moaned out swear. You looked up, his eyes glossed over completely at the new feeling of your tongue. He looked down at you, taking note of your hand now placed on his hip, your concentrated look, and most importantly, the lingerie that landed him here in the first place. He wanted to rip them off you immediately. That would have to wait for next time, until he got more comfortable. For now, you being able to please him would be enough. When you made eye contact, that was enough to finally make him finish. Singing in your praises, ropes of white, glistening cum coated your throat, and you swallowed, savoring the taste. He layed back on your bed, completely out of breath. Disheveled was an understatement to how he looked at the moment, and you adored it. His green hair was slicked back with sweat, pink misting his face. Though collapsed, he made sure to plant a hand on your shoulder, as if commending you. You stood up and joined him, underestimating how much the quick blowjob would take out of him. Right, it was his first time, you remembered. Baby steps. Originally you planned on removing his shirt and going further, but he seems perfectly content right now.

“How are you feeling?” You said, interrupting his jagged breathing. Your hand began to caress his face again, as if lulling him to sleep. “That was… incredible.” “I’m glad you enjoyed your first. Maybe I should give you a closet tour sometime so you can come back.” You teased, and he turned beet red at the thought of coming back multiple times. He moved your hand away from his face, opting to hold it in between the space that divided you. He didn’t want to move, breathe, or blink. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this. “Do you want to stay the night?” You chirped in, noticing how his grip was growing more intense by the second. Cute, he was protective. “Can I really?” He replied enthusiastically. He never really considered it an option. But he was more than happy to find out it was one. “Of course. Let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?” You stood up, guiding him to the bathroom, and he quickly followed.

Midorya was known for moving too fast before his brain could fully think. Midorya was also known as a lot of things. Innocent. A rule follower. A loser. To some, a virgin. And hooking up with a girl in his class well beyond curfew, and sneaking into her dorm nonetheless was considered none of those things. But, just like the time, he was ever changing. Sneaking out this late for a hookup was probably breaking the rules, but did he care? For the second time in the night, and the second time ever, no, not really.

Author’s Notes:

First fic🙈🙈 This was sosososo fun to write. This might actually be my peak writing and it’s the first one but. I tiny tiny bit ooc but this is my first time writing for Deku so pls bear me. Also virgin Deku pls save me I love him.

#mha #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha deku #mha smut #bnha deku #deku x reader #deku midoriya #deku smut #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #izuku x reader #mha midoriya #midoriya x reader #midoriya smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Just One Reason: Blow Up

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

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Summary: A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesn’t end how you expect.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“How about these?” Lloyd asks as you cross your arms, the friction of your jacket making noise. You tear your eyes away from Lara as you shake off the humiliating experience of her measuring you in only your bralette.

“Oh, uh,” you try not to make a face at the leopard print. The cut isn’t bad but the fabric is sheer. “I usually go with cotton.”

“These aren’t bad. Breathable,” he says. “I mean, you’re getting more than one so why not a few cute ones.”

“Lloyd, please,” you beg. “We should just go grab a pack from the department store.”

“Excuse you,” he puts his attention back to the baskets of panties. “You deserve something cute.”

You’re starting to get agitated. You just want to go home. You’re exhausted and he’s not listening. It’s also crowded and you’re so close to him, you’re sweating.

“What’s your favourite colour?” He asks as he drops the leopard print into the mesh basket.

“Um... purple, I guess.”

“Purple, fancy,” he comments as he plucks out a pair in a light hue. “How about these?”

“Woah,” you nudge his hand down, embarrassed. They have no butt! “I think I’d rather just briefs.”

“But they’d look so cute.”

“No one would see, doesn’t matter,” you glance around, “really--”

A sharp jab in your back sends you into him as the woman behind you, with her group of chittering friends, elbows you. You cry out and reach back as Lloyd catches you. He moves you firmly behind him and before you can stop him, he shoves the woman.

“Hey, watch what you’re doing?” He snarls.

“Ah,” the woman squeals as she falls against two of her friends, “dude!”

Her friends hold her up and form a wall, “bro, what are you even doing in here?”

“Yeah, get your creepy mustache out of here.”

“Fuck off. You’re over hear making a racket then you assault me friend,” he sneers.

“Assault? It was an accident--”

“Then apologise,” he crosses his arms, making himself as wide and tall as he can. He’s definitely bigger than all those women. And you.

“It’s fine,” you touch his sleeve. “Really, she didn’t mean to.”

“She’s ignorant. She should be aware there’s other people in the store, or on the planet. Spoiled bitch,” he pops the last word in the woman’s face as he leans in meanly.

“Holy fuck, guy, you are deranged,” her redheaded friend scoffs.

“Please, Lloyd,” you croak.

“Me? You fucking narcissists taking up half the fucking aisle,” he growls.

“Lloyd,” you yank on his elbow as hard as you can. “I want to go.”

“Fuck that, you should come with us,” the woman who elbowed you says. “I’m really sorry about that. Really. I didn’t even get a chance to say so before this maniac stuck his big fuzzy nose in. He’s a real piece of work. You need to ditch him--”

“What the fuck do you know?” Lloyd bristles.

You shake your head, “it’s okay, I know it was an accident.” You turn to Lloyd and squeeze his arm, “let’s go.”

His lips twitch as he stops himself from arguing. He looks at you and his blue eyes flash. The tension eases slightly from his posture and he huffs.

“Fine, tootsie, let’s get our stuff and go.”

He takes your hand away from his arm and clings to it, bringing you to the checkout line. His grip tightens until your knuckles ache. You squeak.

“Ow, Lloyd--”

“Sorry, baby,” he slackens his hold on you but doesn’t let go. “I’m just so worked up. I don’t get it. Why do people think they can just push you around, huh?”

“Like you do?” You ask. He flinches and you slip your hand from his, “I told you I didn’t feel like coming. I’m... I’m not up to all this and I don’t know about you buying me all these things. Even if I can keep my job, I won’t ever be able to pay you back.”

“I told you, it’s a gift.”

“I don’t have anything to give you back. It all burned up. All of it. My dad, too.”

You flick your lashes and shake your head. You need to get out of here. There’s too many people, too many things.

You spin and flee, barreling between the bodies, brushing close as you escape the store. You don’t look back. You run until you see a familiar icon and find your way into a bathroom. You lock yourself in a stall and lean on the door.

You feel worse once you catch your breath. Lloyd’s only being nice. He’s just trying to cheer you up. But you don’t like what you saw. That anger in him is not good. And now you’re living with him and there’s no other option for you. You have an aunt who might pick up the phone but not much else.

You emerge and go to the sink. You wash your hands, comforting yourself with the warm flow, then go back out to the mall. You’re lost. It’s too busy. You can’t even remember which way you came from.

You find a map and stand before the screen, trying to find the lingerie store. A throat clears and you look over as Lloyd steps up next to you. He has a meek expression as he stares at the map.

“Found you,” he says. “Was worried you left.”

You don’t say anything. Where would you go?

“I’m sorry I snapped. I was just trying to defend you. Like a friend does.”

“A friend listens,” you say. “I’m not ready to be here.”

“Yeah,” he dips his chin down. “Let’s go home.”

You nod. “Thanks.” You peer around as he stays where he is. “Which way?”

“Here, grab on,” he bends his arm for you to latch on. “I’ll get you out.”

You hook your hand around his forearm, the cluster of bags in his hands. He leads you away from the map and makes a clear line through the hordes. He doesn’t falter and you cling to him like a shield.

As you approach the door, you let out a sigh of relief. Lloyd pushes through with his shoulder and you follow him out into the cold. He lets out a brrr as he heads across the parking lot with you in tow.

“I’ll be better, tootsie, I promise. If it keeps you around, I’ll be nice.”

His words surprise you, not just as they break the silence, but in themselves. You appreciate the sentiment but you don’t want someone who pretends for you. Better yet, you would prefer someone who doesn’t scare you. What you saw in there was frightening and it only sinks in as you climb into Lloyd’s car with your grim reality.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #just one reason #series #au #the gray man

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stevetickolo24 · 3 months ago

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Couples Couture: Elevating Intimacy Through Luxurious Lingerie Designs

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janetburston · 6 months ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Felina Abbie Lace Contour Bralette Large NWT.

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pocketvenuslux · 1 year ago

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This is going to be a bit of a throwback post for a couple sets that are almost a decade old from For Love & Lemon's Fall 2015 Skivvies collection, a LA-based boho brand that was picked up by fashion retailers like Anthropologie and Free People.

The designs of both sets with all their extra embellishments were fairly unique at the time. I still think the angular, diamond patterned mesh of the black set paired with appliques is unique and fun. You might not be able to tell from the photo but the bands of the white set are also velvet so there is some play with texture. Unfortunately, the positives end there.

These are the only FL&L sets I own because of their utterly appalling quality. They look very cute online but up close, they are a hot mess. As you can see from my close up interior photo, the stitching is completely sloppy, uneven, loose threads and raw seams everywhere. The most slap dash job imaginable. The black set is pretty much the same deal. The materials were plastic, cheap and pretty flimsy save the mesh for the white bottom which had zero stretch. The company seemed to be aiming for superficial cuteness for a photo shoot and maximal cost cutting. Like they were not made to be worn. You can perhaps see that the elastic waist of the black set has really bagged out. Most annoyingly, the little applique parts from the bottom of the cups of the white bralette are meant to drape below the band but keep curling up so it just looks silly.

I took a small in everything and the fit was fine except I probably should have sized up in the white bralette. Either way, they were very uncomfortable pieces because the materials were so cheap (apologies for not posting the fabrics for the white set below - I cut out the tags because the corners were unbelievably sharp and they kept pricking my skin).

I'm afraid I can't remember what the pieces cost. I want to say the knickers were around $60 which was basically highway robbery. In any case, these are basically H&M quality but the price point definitely wasn't because I remember being pretty offended when I received these. I feel like these sets foreshadowed the age of the disposable Instagram SHEIN outfit. A lot of things can change in a decade but I can safely say I'll never buy anything from FL&L again.

Black set: 84% nylon, 5% rayon, 11% spandex and 100% polyester

Made in China

Photos: For Love & Lemons; mine

#lingerie review #american lingerie #for love and lemons #for love & lemons

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blawaiidezigns · 2 years ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Skims Ultra Fine Mesh Triangle Bralette.

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bookish-whore · 2 years ago

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Alone with you

Azriel x Reader

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Warnings: Modern AU, Slightly College AU?, Fuckboy!Az, Possessive!Az, (but also some softboy! Az), fluff, only a little angst this time, pet names, SMUT

A/N: This one has been on my mind for a while and I'm so glad I finally finished it. dedicated to the lovely @azsazz @kennedy-brooke and @brekkershadowsinger

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“Please come out with us tonight” Feyre asked, looking to Nesta for backup.

“I have a lot of studying to do Fey. You know that organic chemistry is absolutely kicking my ass” I replied.

“I think you can manage a few hours” Nesta said “I mean if you’re doing that badly a few hours aren’t going to save your ass”

I rolled my eyes at her. she had a point.

“Fine, are the guys coming?” I asked, Feyre nodded enthusiastically.

“As far as I know it’ll be you, me, Nesta, Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel” Feyre said

Azriel. He was Cassian and Rhysands’ brother. I hadn’t spent much time with him, mostly because when we were in the same room together things tended to get heated. I rolled my eyes at the mere mention of his name.

“Be nice” Feyre said to Nesta and I “I know Azriel is kind of rough around the edges…but he’s family.”

Nesta and I exchanged side glances trying to hide in our laughter at her attempt to protect him.

“No promises” I said “Besides you both have Rhys and Cass, I’ll be the one stuck babysitting him all night when you sneak off to do dirty things with your boyfriends” we all laughed at the insinuation.

“I promise you won’t have to be alone with him” Feyre said “especially after last time”

“Hey if he wasn’t such a douchebag, then I wouldn’t have had to punch him in the face” I said calmly.

“Y/n, you gave him a black eye.” Feyre countered.

“He deserved it”

“Well, I for one make no promises” Nesta said with a smirk “Cassian loves to fuck in public”

The remainder of the walk to our shared apartment passed with conversations about outfits and aesthetics. Somehow, I had even agreed to let them decide what I would be wearing to this club opening. I would probably regret that decision later.

We all took quick showers, crowding the small bathroom in our apartment. Nesta was drying her hair in the living room and Feyre was doing her skincare routine at the bathroom vanity while I shaved my legs in the shower.

When I was finished, I toweled off and made my way to my bedroom to get ready. I did my makeup, just my usual routine and made my way to the living room so Nesta could do my hair. Feyre was ready first and put the finishing touches on my hair so Nesta could get dressed.

Feyre had chosen a black mini dress that clung to her curves nicely, it fell to her mid-thigh and had lace detailing that accentuated her breasts. She had chosen a pair of silver stilettos to accompany the dress and wore her hair half up in a messy bun with some strands falling to frame her face. Nesta on the other hand wore a black mini skirt with a black lace bralette and a long-sleeved mesh top showing of the tattoos across her ribs and arms, she paired her ensemble with black high heeled boots.

They looked incredible, I was nervous to find out what they had selected for me but as it turns out they know me really well. They had selected a nice fitting pair of black dress pants that clung to my body in all the right places and had paired it with a simple pair of black heels and a black lace bodysuit that had a nude layer under the lace to give the illusion that I was showing more skin than I was.

We met in the kitchen to wait for the Uber Rhysand had ordered for us and took a shot to prepare us for the evening ahead.

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The club was interesting. It was called Velaris which to me seemed like a silly name, but it was actually a really stunning place. The ceiling was painted black with stars adorning the entirety of the space which looked like a galaxy when you gazed up. The theme seemed to be dark academia as there were Victorian era couches and chairs in the designated seating areas and ornate gallery walls with oil paintings and gold frames. It was decadent and slightly whimsical and I loved it.

I heard Cassian’s deep baritone voice as he called us over to the table they had secured. He immediately pulled Nesta in for a kiss and she sat on his lap wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck, Feyre took the seat beside Rhysand and he brought her hand to his mouth for a kiss. Rhys was always the gentlemen. Which left the last seat for me and of course it happened to be right next to Azriel. I flashed a smile to him as I took my seat. I had decided that I wouldn’t let him get to me, I would block his existence out and enjoy the night with my girls.

The night was going well. I was on my fourth vodka cranberry, taking a break from dancing with the girls. When it took a turn for the worst.

Nesta and Feyre had gone back to the table, and I had just finished talking to Lucien, one of the guys in my organic chemistry study group about the test we had this week. I was turning to head back to my group when I was stopped by some drunk guy.

“You wanna dance?” he practically yelled over the thumping of the music.

I shook my head, but he came closer leaning down so that he was practically talking in my ear

“Come on, just one dance” he pleaded.

“I’m good” I yelled back at him over the music “no thanks.”

“Come on sweetheart” the man said pressing himself closer to me, wrapping his arm around my side to keep me there.

I tried to move out of his grip “Seriously, I don’t want to” I said firmly pressing my hands against his chest to push him away.

“Oooohhh she’s a feisty one” he said holding my tighter. At this point I started to panic but then he appeared.

Azriel.

“She said no asshole” he said, his voice calm but serious. “I suggest you take your hands off her.”

“Or what” the man challenged.

“Or I’ll have to break them” Azriel said bringing his hands up to crack his knuckles in warning.

“This ass might just be worth it” the man said bringing his hand to graze my backside, I tried again to squirm away from his touch.

Azriel was quick, faster than lightning as he descended on the male and before I could register what was happening I heard it. The telltale -crack- as Azriel bent the mans hands in an unnatural position.

He screamed in pain, and I took the opportunity to get even with the man. I didn’t need Azriel’s help but I appreciated it. I felt the give of bone under my hand as I used my palm to break his nose. He screamed as blood gushed from his nostrils and tried to bring his broken hands to stop the bleeding.

I was vaguely aware of the onlookers but paid them no mind as I fled to the bathroom to wash his blood off my hands. What was that?

I couldn’t help but disassociate as I watched the red water circle down the drain. I was only vaguely aware of the door opening and the sound of the lock engaging.

I looked into the mirror, locking eyes with Azriel who made his way over to the sink. He wordlessly pumped the soap into his hands rubbing it over mine as he got into all the crevices, removing any trace of the blood that remained. He delicately rinsed them and grabbed a towel patting my hands dry all in tense silence.

“T-Thank you” I managed to whisper as he quickly washed and dried his own hands.

“Come on” he said gripping my hands in his “We’re leaving”

“With you?” I questioned “Absolutely not.”

“Will you stop pretending you hate me for five minutes?” he said, “You’re shaking like a leaf and this place doesn’t serve food so I’m taking you to get something to eat before you pass out.”

My stomach grumbled at the mention of food. Traitor.

“Fine but let me tell the others where I’m going” I replied.

“I’ll meet you out front” he said making his exit from the bathroom.

What the fuck are you doing. I asked myself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and making my way back to the table.

Only Rhysand and Feyre were there, his hand gripping her thigh possessively as he whispered something in her ear.

“Hey guys” I said as I approached “Where’s Nes?”

“Oh, she and Cassian left about 45 minutes ago, the sexual tension was too much” Feyre said

“Ughhh, they are insatiable” I said grabbing the remainder of my drink and chugging it

“Whoa. What’s gotten into you?” Feyre asked leaning forward as Rhys observed silently.

“I just came to let you know that I’m heading out…with Azriel.”

“You’re what?!” she exclaimed as she stood walking around the table.

“I’ll explain everything later, it’s a riveting story” I said “but he’s waiting for me outside and before you ask, I am sharing my location with you and Nes in the event that he kidnaps and murders me.”

“If I don’t hear from you in over 12 hours, I will contact the authorities” Feyre said with a smile “By the way, I’m going to Rhys’ tonight and Nes will probably stay at Cassian’s so the apartment is yours if you end up back there” she said with a wink.

“I’m not going to sleep with him, he’s my arch nemesis if you’ll recall” I said “its been…a night and we’re just getting food.”

“I know how you love a good enemies to lovers plot y/n” Feyre said “this is like your real life fantasy”

“Ha. ha. very funny Fey” said as I hugged her and turned to leave.

“Use protection!” she practically screamed as I walked away. I shook my head smiling at the implication.

As the brisk night air hit my skin, I scanned my surroundings for him. I forgot how to breathe as I saw him, holding out a black helmet as he leaned against a motorcycle.

I was in deep shit.

“Hop on princess” Azriel said placing the helmet on my head and snapping it into place under my chin. He swung his leg over the bike scooting forward as he turned the key in the ignition.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I climbed on behind him.

“It’s a surprise” he said as his hand grabbed my thigh, pulling me so that I was firmly pressed against him. I wrapped my hands around his middle, tucking my head into his back.

“Hold on tight” he said, and then we were off.

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He took me to a small diner, which was not what I expected from him. I mean this place looked like it was straight out of the 1950’s. It was called Rita’s and the décor was retro, red booths that looked like they were wrapped in cellophane with white top tables that had aluminum wrapping along the sides. The walls had a funky striped wallpaper with vintage posters. It was a cute place.

He seemed to frequent the place as the staff immediately welcomed him in by name and asked him if he wanted his usual table. He nodded, grabbing two menus and walked us to a booth in the corner. I sat on one side, and he took the other handing me a menu. I looked it over deciding on breakfast, I loved it at all times of the day but especially when I was slightly drunk. There was nothing better to prevent a hangover than waffles.

“Know what you want princess?” he asked.

“Mmhm” I nodded closing the laminated menu and setting it in front of me.

He lifted his hand, gesturing the waitress to come over to our table.

“Hey Alice” he greeted. “Slow night?”

“It’s Friday night” she replied “it’ll pick up around 3 when the bars all close”

“Typical” Az said, and he was smiling. This was a side I definitely hadn’t seen of him before.

“What can I get y’all?” Alice asked, holding a pen in one hand and a pad of paper in the other.

“I’ll have my usual” Az said “and she can have whatever she wants.”

I looked to Alice, her pen at the ready “I’ll have the Belgian waffle combo, eggs over-easy, and bacon please.”

“Alrighty, and anything to drink?” Alice asked

“Coffee for me” Az said and looked to me expectantly.

“Uh- I’ll have the same” I said.

“Okay, I’ll be right back with those coffee’s and the food will be out soon” Alice flashed us a smile and was off.

“So. You clearly come here a lot”

“It’s quiet, and the people here…they don’t know me so I can just be who I want and not the person everyone expects me to be.”

I nodded along with what he was saying, it was so honest, I didn’t expect him to have a decent side to him, but it appears I stood corrected because he was much more complex than I gave him credit for.

Apparently his usual was a bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles and a side of fries and he was a perfect gentlemen and pretended not to notice when I snuck a few fries for myself.

The conversation between us was easy- it was carefree. We talked about everything; school, our futures, our ambitions and before I knew it the clock read 3am. As I looked around the diner I realized more of the booths were filled with couples and groups all looking for a cure to their night adventures. Alice came over to top off our coffee and Azriel took the opportunity to ask for the bill.

As Alice walked away to retrieve it, I reached into my bag looking for my wallet.

“Don’t even think about it” he warned his voice serious and demanding

“Think about what?” I asked innocently.

“Paying” he said simply

“Az, it’s no big deal I don’t mind paying my half” I argues.

“it’s a big deal to me” he said “I brought you here so it’s my treat”

“Fine” I agreed rolling my eyes dramatically.

Azriel quickly paid the bill and as we stood to leave Alice walked past wishing us a goodnight, but without warning she quickly turned around pointing her finger at Azriel like a stern parent.

“You better bring her back Azriel” Alice said sweetly “You two make the cutest couple.”

I couldn’t help but blush at the thought. Azriel and I?

As we exited the building, I realized that I didn’t want the night to end. I wanted to see more of him, experience more with him and I was nowhere near ready to part ways.

“So…what now?” I asked as I once again began the task of putting on the bike helmet.

“Well.” He said “I can take you home and we can pretend none of this ever happened.”

“Or?” I asked.

“Or. We can go back to mine for another drink.”

I felt giddy at the thought of being alone with him in his apartment and I immediately agreed. I was determined to unravel the mystery that is this man.

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His apartment wasn’t at all what I imagined. I thought it would be some ridiculously decorated bachelor pad of sorts, I assumed there would be led lights and flags on the walls and he would have red solo cups and plastic silverware but I have never been more wrong.

It was a stunning space, with a view overlooking the city skyline and he had simple and modern décor mostly a sleek black and grey but there were subtle touches of cobalt throughout the space. He even had art adorning the walls and everything was immaculately clean.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked making his way to the kitchen. I followed behind him seating myself on the island counter.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having” I replied as he pulled a pair of wine glasses from a cabinet.

He made his way to the fridge opening it to grab a bottle of wine. I noticed that he was also incredibly organized. Everything seemed to have a place. I thought as I looked around the kitchen, I refocused on him as I heard the subtle -pop- of the cork as he opened the bottle with ease and poured us both a glass before putting it back in its designated place.

He took a few steps towards me, standing between my legs as he extended the glass to me. He was so close that I could smell the slight notes of cedar and rain from his cologne, it seemed to envelop me.

“Thanks” I said taking the glass from his hands and bringing it to my lips taking a small sip.

“What do you think?” he asked swirling his glass before taking a sip.

“Well, to be honest I’m more of a white wine kind of girl- but this is excellent.”

He smiled “it’s a Valpolicella- I figured you would prefer something sweet”

“A Vallo- what?” I asked

“Valpolicella- it’s Italian” he said taking another sip.

“and you know that because…you have an affinity for wines?”

“No princess, I grew up in Italy.”

“How did I not know that?” I asked him

“It’s not something I particularly like talking about”

“Why not” I pushed as I swirled the liquid languidly in the glass

“My childhood- was not…ideal” he began

“How so?” I asked

“I was adopted… Rhysand’s parents adopted me from the Italian orphanage when I was 13 years old.”

My eyes went wide at the information- but he continued.

“When I was 13, I was working the streets, doing small jobs like delivery services for coins, hustling vacationers, and stealing scraps of food when I could. But one day there were these boys who just wanted to play with me. Their parents were in town on business and they were staying at the Hotel Adriata and invited me over for a playdate.” He laughed at the memory “I was young- obviously- and naïve so I went, and our mother just had this instant connection to me and before I knew it the papers were signed, and I was on a plane crossing the ocean.”

“That must have been traumatic to go through all of that at such a formative age” I said

He nodded, his eyes vacant and far away.

“Do you remember much about Italy?” I asked

“I remember every detail. The cobblestone streets, the salty sea air, the orphanage, the nuns, my birth parents…” He trailed off at the mention of his birth parents, so I decided to change to an easier subject.

“Do you still speak the language?”

He nodded his head

“Prove it”

“How could I possibly prove it?” he reasoned.

“Say something to me.”

“I don’t really-”

“Oh, come on” I begged “pretty please”

“Fine” he huffed as he downed the remainder of his wine in one large gulp.

“sei così dannatamente bella” he said softly “le cose che voglio farti farebbero arrossire gli dei ”

“What does that mean” I asked

He set his empty glass down beside me, resting his arms on either side of my thighs as he came close.

“It means…” he began, tucking a stray hair behind my ear as his thumb grazed my cheek.

“You’re so damn beautiful…the things I want to do to you would make the gods blush”

I forgot how to breathe as his hazel eyes burned into me, his gaze dark and hungry and maybe it was the wine, or the fact that he was so honest and vulnerable about his past, but I couldn’t seem to resist the pull to kiss him.

So, I did.

This was no ordinary kiss; it was full of passion and desire. His hand cupped my jaw angling my head to deepen the kiss as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I let out an involuntary moan at the feeling which only further encouraged him.

He lifted me from the counter with ease, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass as he carried me through the apartment. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold myself upright as I lost myself in his touch. His mouth exploring me, planting needy open-mouthed kisses to my jaw and neck.

I didn’t even realize we were in his bedroom until he turned to seat himself on the mattress angling me so that I was straddling him as I took control of the kiss, running my fingers through his hair and slowly grinding against him.

I pulled away and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing my fingers over the muscles that adorned his chest and tracing the tattoos that adorned his shoulders and chest. It was a swirling black ink that almost looked like smoke.

He patted my thigh as a gesture for me to move off him a moment so he could remove his shirt and as he turned around, I let out a gasp at his back. It was a beautiful tan like the rest of him, but it was covered with two large wings. The more I looked at them the more they looked like bat wings the black ink shaded to look like the thin membrane that made up a majority of the structure and the little bones that jutted out along the tops for structure and stability. I had never seen anything so large and so detailed. I stood and approached him from behind slowly tracing my fingers along the outline of the tattoo taking in the intricacy of it.

“Like what you see princess” he teased his low voice gripping my hand and holding it against his chest as I circled back to stand in front of him.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to answer.

He grasped my wrist in his hand, pulling my flush against the front of his body “I’m going to make this very clear y/n. All it takes is one word, just one word princess. You tell me to stop, and I will-”

“And if I don’t want you to stop?” I asked in almost a whisper.

“Then you belong to me and tonight every inch of you will be mine” he said skimming his fingers over my thighs and up my body

“Then make me yours”

He wasted no time pulling my body into his, our mouths meeting in another desperate kiss a clash of teeth and tongues as he took control of my body spinning me until my back hit the mattress.

He climbed on top of me, using his knee to spread my legs as he settled himself between them deepening the kiss and running his hands along the length of my body. It was like I could feel him everywhere. He lowered himself and began at my feet, removing my heels as he ran his hands up my legs digging gently into the flesh on my thighs before his hands settled on my belt, slowly unbuckling it and then he began working on my pants, unclasping them with ease. His fingers hooked at the waistband, and I lifted my hips a little to aid him in removing them.

He discarded them somewhere behind him, I didn’t really notice as he unbuttoned the bodysuit from between my legs, I sat and pulled the garment over my head, tossing it behind him to join the pile of clothing.

I leaned back resting my weight on my elbows as I watched him. I was now almost bare in front of him, my panties were the only piece of clothing that remained, but by now they were soaking wet. The cool air heightening my need for him as my nipples peaked the skin pebbling in anticipation of his touch.

He stood at the side of the bed, his hazel eyes fixed on me as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it off in one swift movement and the next he pulled off his trousers kicking them off to the side. I trailed my eyes down the expanse of his body until they rested on his straining erection which clearly visible now that he was left in his briefs.

I gulped at the size, he was well endowed to put it nicely.

“Az…I don’t know if- if you’ll fit”

“I promise it’ll fit darling” he cooed “I just need to make sure you’re nice and wet for me”

I squeezed my thighs together at the implication.

“Relax, princess” he said as he rested his hands on my knees, beckoning me to open my legs for him. I did and he settled himself between them pulling me, so my core was directly in front of him.

He licked his lips in anticipation before hooking his fingers on the waistband of my panties, pulling them off in one swift moment. I didn’t even have a moment to be embarrassed about being so bare in front of him because he immediately dove in.

I threw my head back in ecstasy as he lapped at me like a man starved. The sensations were so overwhelming I tried to close my legs, but his hands were there, holding me open like his own personal buffet. I felt the gentle prodding of his finger at my entrance as he pushed into me, slowly pumping it, while he licked at my clit.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight” he groaned, his voice low and guttural as he pulled his finger out of me, licking my juices off before adding another, curling the digits inside of me while paying special attention to the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I could feel my release building with every movement, but just as I was about to cum, he suddenly withdrew his fingers and his tongue. I let out a frustrated groan at the loss of contact.

“You’re not going to cum until my cock is buried deep inside of you” he said pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

I sat up on my elbows, looking down at him as he crawled his way up my body caging me beneath him. I wrapped my arms around his neck pressing a kiss to his lips. The taste of me still lingered there but I didn’t particularly care. Unlike earlier this kiss was slow- thorough. Like we had all the time in the world, like we were the only ones in it. I couldn’t help but arch into his body. I needed his touch like I needed to breathe, and he was more than happy to oblige, he held our weight with one arm while the other snaked around my waist holding me tightly against him.

From this position, I could feel his cock resting at my navel so I reached between us pumping him slowly while using my thumb to spread the pearly beads of precum around the head of him. “fuck princess” he moaned at the sensation

At that encouragement, I pressed on his chest urging him to roll over “I want to make you feel good” I said softly “but I’ve never really…done this part” I said nervously “like used my mouth”

His hand encircled my wrist pausing my movements “There will be plenty of time for that later, but right now I need to be inside of you”

I felt a wave of wetness at his admission. I wanted him too. So badly.

“You ready y/n?” he asked gently “just one word and we stop.”

“I want this.” I said with a nod “I want you.”

He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

“Eyes on me princess” he demanded. I met his gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust as he rubbed himself in my wetness coating his cock completely before pushing into me in one swift movement.

I cried out at the sudden stretch, my body working to accommodate his considerable length.

He stilled inside me, giving me time to adjust before he began a torturously slow pace pulling completely out of me before pushing himself back in to the hilt. The long strokes allowing me to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

“More” I panted

“Are you sure about that princess” he asked, his voice dark and sultry

“I’m good” I nodded meeting his hungry gaze.

“You’ll tell me if it becomes too much for you” he said lifting my legs from his waist to rest on his shoulders the new angle already driving him deeper

I nodded eagerly “I will”

“Alright princess” he said

He began with slow deep strokes and picked up the pace with each thrust. He brought one of his hands to hold my waist practically pulling my body into him as the other rested on my lower stomach his thumb finding my clit, rubbing lazy circles around the bundle in time with his thrusts.

The sensation was overwhelming, I had never felt so full or so stimulated. It was like every nerve in my body was thrumming with electricity. The only sounds filling the room were skin slapping and my moans of pleasure as he set a brutal pace, I could feel my orgasm building quickly.

My hands found his face and I pulled his forehead to rest against mine as I clung to him, my nails clawing into his back, leaving large red welts along the delicate lines of his tattoos. He flexed his shoulders at the contact and moaned at the sensation. He stilled inside me, his hand stroking my neck and jaw.

“I can feel how close you are princess” he groaned “You want me to make you cum”

“Y-yes please Az” I pleaded

“Aww. Listen to you begging like such a good girl” his thumb once again found my clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

“Look at me” he demanded “I want you to look at me when I make you cum”

He thrust deep into me, his movements on my clit fast but precise and without warning my orgasm barrelled through me, but my eyes met his and held his gaze as he chased his own release.

“Fuck princess, you’re gripping me so tight” he said before he came with a sinful sounding moan his eyes half lidded and his mouth slightly parted.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips as he gently pulled out, the combination of our releases slowly leaking out of me as he stood.

“Stay there” he said retreating to what I assumed was his bathroom as I heard the faucet running.

He returned a moment later with a warm washcloth. He gently climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight and he patted my legs urging me to open them for him. my legs were still shaking from my release, but I obliged.

“Relax. I just want to get you cleaned up” he reassured me as he ran the cloth between my folds cleaning off our juices, the warmth soothing the soreness that I could already feel was beginning to set in after our activities. Once satisfied with his work, he pulled the comforter down picking me up and tucking me under his blankets.

“Stay here” he warned “I’ll be right back”

I couldn’t help but be curious as to what he was doing, but just as I was about to get up and investigate he reemerged with a tray in hand. I sat up in his bed as he set the tray down on his side of the bed. I looked over to find that it had Tylenol, water, and an assortment of snacks and treats and my phone which I was grateful for because I hadn’t even remembered where I left it.

“Here” he said handing me a glass of water and a pill “It’ll help with any soreness.”

I downed it quickly, handing the glass back to Az.

“Can I have my phone?” I asked, he handed it over quickly as he settled himself in bed beside me. Pulling the covers over us both. I checked the time surprised to find that it was almost 6am.

I placed my phone face down on the table beside me.

“So, what now?” I asked Azriel

“Well, I would like to sleep” he teased “I’m quite exhausted”

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Feyre: Just checking in. You okay? Y/n: I'm more than okay. Be home tomorrow 😘 Feyre: 🍆?

I rolled my eyes at my phone, a smile on my lips at the fact that she was right about Az and I.

“Do I need to get you home anytime soon?” he asked pulling me closer into him, wrapping his arm around my middle.

I rolled over so we were face to face “No, I’m really enjoying this. Just being here- alone with you”

“So am I princess” he said pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Before I knew it, I slipped into a dreamless sleep, safe in the arms of a man I despised 24 hours ago, who knew that one night could change everything.

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EXECUTABLES’ WRAP BRALETTE RECOLORS | SFS

i really liked this top that @executables-sims shared a while ago! it only had two original colors (red and white) and i really wanted to try to make some more, ha! 18 to be exact... i’ve never made clothing recolors before, so i hope i didn’t do anything wrong. i tested them in game and they seem to work just fine! 😊 i might have messed up the quality a little while recoloring, but it doesn’t look too bad, to me at least...

the top comes in 18 random colors. you can see the swatch here! some of them are based on anna’s colors, even if i edited them all a little. you can find the original download post for this top here! the shirt has thin and fat morphs and it’s categorized as everyday only.

the mesh is included!

credits: executables-sims, an_na, hafiseazale (for anna’s colors actions!)

#the sims 2 #ts2 #ts2 clothes #sims 2 #sims 2 cc #s2cc #sorry for the terrible previews!! i have no idea how to take pics in game #😂#done by me #clothing recolors

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army-stay-noel · 2 years ago

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First Concert

Please be nice, this is my first post. This is based off a dream I had a while back. I'm not the best writer, more of a painter.

Hyunjin x reader; fluff

STRAY KIDS 7PM the sign outside the venue said. You and your best friend, April, finally got to go to their concert. You had been saving enough money to get a spot close enough to the boys that you could see the sweat on their face. It only took two years, but you're here.

You both were hoping that your outfits would get their attention. You wore leather pants, a black mesh crop top with long sleeves, a bright red bralette underneath, and red heels. April was wearing a black mini skirt, silver bra-top, and knee high black boots.

When the boys finally came out, you both screamed as loud as possible. As the concert continued, you noticed a few of the boys look over at the both of you and smiled. The only one that mattered to you though was your bias, Hyunjin. You caught him looking at you multiple times. You finally waved and he waved back.

In between two songs, you saw Hyunjin lean down to talk to one of the security guards. Once he was done speaking to him, the guard came up to you and April. "I need you two to come with me." April looked at you with a puzzled face and you just shrugged your shoulders. The guard walked you both backstage. You weren't sure what was going on. You thought you were in trouble for something. "Can you both stay right here for a moment?" He walked away.

When Stray Kids had a costume change, you both started looking for the security guard. He hadn't come back yet and you wanted to know what was going on. That's when someone tapped your shoulder. "Hi, I'm sure you know, but I'm Hyunjin" he said in broken English. He then goes on to introduce the other members to you both. He looked at the both of you waiting for one of you to say something. Neither of you could. Instead, April elbows you in the side. "I'm y/n, and this is April" Hyunjin smiled at you.

"Hello y/n. Hello April. Would you like to stay back here until the show is over and join us for dinner?" Your mouth dropped as Chan asked you. April just kept nodding her head over and over. You looked at chan and smiled, "yes. We can do that. Thank you."

The guys were then told to go back on stage. April repeatedly hit your arm. "Did that just happen? Are we dreaming? WE JUST TALKED TO STRAY KIDS!" You rolled your eyes. "You mean, I talked to them?" You said while laughing. As you watched the show from the back, Hyunjin kept looking at you and smiling. You smiled back every time.

Finally, the longest hour of your life ended. The security guard finally came back to you. "Follow me, ladies." He said before leading you down a long hallway. You made it to a door that read 'Lounge'. "Just wait in here. Everyone will be in in a few minutes." He closed the door after letting you both inside. About 20 minutes later, the door opened. First was Lee Know. He shyly smiled at you both. Then came in Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, and IN. Felix looked at both of you and nodded, "Hi again, y/n and April." You both smiled at them and waved. Neither of you were able to talk at the moment. Lastly, Han, Hyunjin, and Chan came in. "Thank you for joining us, ladies. We'll be going to dinner soon. We just wanted to know what type of food you like before going somewhere."

Finally, April spoke. "We aren't picky. Wherever you guys would like to go, we'll be fine with." That was all they needed before they all stood up to leave and head to the vans. That's when someone grabbed your hand. "Walk with me?" You heard Hyunjin say. You felt your heart skip a beat. You felt like you were on cloud nine. April looked back trying to see why you weren't next to her. She saw as Hyunjin had just grabbed you hand and she winked at you, then went out with the rest of the group.

Hyunjin started asking you about yourself. Your hobbies, favorite food, favorite color, where your from. It felt like you were being interrogated. You didn't mind since it was Hyunjin. You answered all of his questions. When you reached the vans, you got in the same one as April, Chan, and Felix. You knew April had a huge crush on Chan, so you knew they'd be together. It made you smile seeing them talking. You felt like both of your dreams were coming true and you couldn't believe it.

You pulled up to Yamashiro. You'd never been to it before. Then again, you really don't go out much. You were all seated at a really large table. Hyunjin pulled out your chair then took a seat next to you. You looked over the menu and saw it was mainly an Asian fusion restaurant. You just ordered some sushi. You had told hyunjin it was your favorite food which is why they decided to go there.

Everyone at the table talked for hours. You were so happy to be able to talk to your favorite kpop idols. You felt like you were able to get to know them more as people. You realized they really were regular people who just happened to be really talented and good looking.

After everyone was done eating, you were asked where your hotel was. You told them and the driver just shook his head no. Chan asked him why. "That's not a safe part of town." You and April knew it wasn't safe, but it was all you could afford and you weren't going to miss the concert. Chan looked over at Felix, "you want to stay in my room with me and let the girls take your room?" Felix nodded his head. "Good, you two aren't going over there. You can stay at our hotel, with us, where you'll be safe. We'll get someone to cancel your reservations." You knew Chan was nice, but you didn't think he was going to be that nice and protective. You thanked him. "Anything for Stay." Felix then chimed in, "and our friends." He said with a big smile that reminded you why people refer to him as sunshine.

Getting to the hotel didn't take long. It was about 10 minutes from the hotel. It was beautiful. You knew you could never afford it. April looked over at you, "hey y/n, what about our stuff? We already dropped our stuff at the other hotel." Chan overheard and told you that someone had already gone to pick up your things and would be back in a few minutes.

You were starting to get tired and checked your phone, just to realize it was already 2 in the morning. Had you really been out that long? You just had to wait for your things to get back, and then you could go to sleep. You felt your hand being grabbed again. You weren't surprised to see it was Hyunjin again. "Do you want to go for a walk with me?" You were exhausted and your feet hurt from your heels. You couldn't tell him no, though. You told him you'd love to, but that you wanted to get your shoes off and put them in your room first. You looked for your room and went inside to put your shoes next to the bed. As you were opening your door, April and Hyunjin walked up carrying the bags that were dropped off. You opened yours to grab your flip-flops. You were happy you didn't have to walk outside barefoot. Hyunjin then told you that he could wait for you if you wanted to change clothes. You needed to change. You weren't feeling very comfortable in your outfit anymore. Walking into the hotel made you feel like you were in the movie Pretty Woman. You didn't want to walk through the lobby in that outfit again. You changed into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt.

You walked out the door to your room and saw Hyunjin waiting in the hall for you. "You look much more comfortable. And beautiful." You couldn't help but blush. "Thank you. You look great, as always." You told him once you realized he had changed clothes, as well. He was now wearing a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt. He really did look good. He grabbed you hand and headed to the lobby.

It was beautiful outside, despite how late it was. It was quiet, too. Which surprised you since you were in the middle of the city. You felt relaxed with Hyunjin next to you. It's the most relaxed you've felt in a long time. You couldn't help but smile. Hyunjin looked over at you and smiled, too. "Y/n, can I take a picture of you?" You shook your head. You hated how you looked in pictures. You thought you always looked bad in them. You told him this, but he kept saying how beautiful you were. "What if we take one together?" You agreed to that. You knew the focus would be on him in the photo. You got close to each other for the picture. "Are you ready? 1, 2." He kissed your cheek as he took the picture. The look of surprise took over your face. "Sorry, I've been wanting to do that." You stared at him. You were in shock. You knew this had to be a dream. He put his hands on your face and gave you a peck on your lips. You wanted another kiss, so you reached up and put your arms around his neck. He kissed you. You could feel your head starting to spin. This was really happening. You felt his tongue touch your lips, asking for an invitation inside. You didn't hesitate giving him permission.

After kissing and taking a few more photos, you went back to the hotel. When you got to your room, Hyunjin kissed you once more. "Thank you for tonight. I'll see you in the morning before rehearsal." You went into your room and saw April sleeping on the bed. You went over and bounced on the bed. You had to tell her what happened. You were so excited and she was happy for you. Once you told her everything, you both went to sleep. You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow brought.

#hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin fanfic #stray kids fluff #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin #stray kids #hyunjin x reader

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oogaboogasphincter · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 9

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

prompt: hate/angry sex🖤lingerie🖤forced orgasm (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 900+

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), swearing, not a whole lot of explicit stuff in this one, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: if i choosed the color purple bc it happens to be a certain someone’s favorite color. i don’t choose it bc i did. no i didn’t. ❤️ (if y’all are confused look up the if i eated soap tweet💀) +day 8 is coming soon, i have an idea for it that i'd like to develop properly 🌷🦋

gif by @javier-pena

You feel strange. You feel like yourself, but you’ve never met this version of her. You didn’t even know she existed until a month ago, when you were lazing on the couch with Javi, mindlessly scrolling through your phones. On an endless Tik Tok binge, you had paused on a video of a girl making lingerie. She was promoting her small business, showing the details of the product: the fine mesh of the set, the decorative (but not gaudy) frills, the heart-shaped clasps holding the whole thing together. At the end of the video, she modeled the set herself, and that’s when you caught Javi staring over your shoulder. Feeling playful, you swatted his chest hard, leaving him laughing with a halfhearted “Ow.”

You teased, “Fuck off, Javi.”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t staring at the girl, cariño. I think that stuff’s pretty.”

And so the seed was planted. You ordered your size that night, tilting your screen away from your boyfriend’s wandering eyes. The girl had filmed herself making a baby pink set, but you decided to opt for the lilac version: one of Javi’s favorite colors.

The package came this morning - Javi found it a little weird that you insisted on getting the mail alone - and you kept it behind your back, scampering to your bedroom. Knowing that Javi sometimes perused your underwear drawer, you hid the package in the drawer that houses your shorts, pants and skirts. You couldn’t wait until he left for work so you could try it on.

Sending him off with a lingering kiss and a hot mug of coffee, you grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen on your way to the bedroom. You fished the package out of its hiding spot, cut it open and marveled at the pieces before you. The quality is impeccable; the hand stitching is thick, firm and matches the coloring of the mesh, the fabric is sturdy yet flexible and all of the pieces are here.

You now stand in front of the bathroom mirror, dressed head to toe in the getup. The bralette is unlined; leaving your beauty to be on full display, covered only in lavender Swiss dots. Your middle runs into the garter belt, decked out with tiered ruffles on the sides, which extends to the garters themselves. They clip to your stockings with narrow purple ribbons, which reach halfway up your thighs. The thong panty shapes your cheeks in an oh-so flirty way. Innocent but tempting, a scrumptious treat wrapped up in violet hues, you await Javi’s return home on his lunch break.

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out, announcing his entrance. It melts your heart to hear the phrase in his voice, and your love drips down, down to your core.

“Come in here!” you shout, assuming a - hopefully - sultry position on the bed. You stack your legs on top of one another and plant your palm firmly on the mattress, holding your weight up with that shoulder.

He stops in his tracks when he rounds the corner. “Holy fuck” is all he can muster, said through an exhilarated breath.

Biting your lip, giddy over his astonishment, you greet him with a wiggle of your fingers, “Hi.”

He takes a tentative step forward, not sure what he wants to do quite yet. Does he want to strip you of the lingerie, ripping it off of you with his bare hands, and fuck you so hard you both see stars? Would he rather drop to his knees, admire your angelic figure, and praise it like he’s begging for salvation? He’s not a particularly religious man, but if there’s a heaven for him, he’s looking right at it.

His hands reach out slightly, wanting to just grab you and run his palms, knuckles, fingertips all over your skin, your adornments, but he retracts them. He’s afraid he won’t be able to contain his ravenous lust and would tear his meal clean from its delicate packaging.

You quietly invite him over, “C’mere.”

He does as you say like a trained animal, climbing onto the bed and kneeling in front of you. You take his hand and place it on the rise of your hip, running his fingers through the soft ruffles. His only reaction is a hard swallow.

“Do you like it?” you tease.

“D-d-do-,” he laughs at his own stuttering, meeting your eyes, “Do I like it?”

He wraps his warm arms around your middle, pulling you onto your back and below him, “Angel face, I love it.”

Laving at your neck with his lips, teeth and tongue, his rough hands skim up and down your sides, his jeans scratchy on the exposed patches of your thighs. One breathless moan of his name is all the motivation he needs to descend down your frame, spotting kisses all over your body, before rucking the crotch of your thong to the side.

“Wait, Jav, let me take it off. I don’t want to rip it.”

Javier just shakes his head, eyes lost on your dripping mound; your slick has darkened the pale lilac of the mesh to a rich purple, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“You can’t, you can only buy a whole new set,” you explain.

“I’m getting you one in every fucking color.”

And with that argument settled, you take delight in the sound of the seams ripping under his passionate touch, and his desperate tongue can finally dip into your wanting hole.

💘taglist: @pascalpanic

#tppkinktober2021 #kinktober 2021 #javier pena x f!reader #javier pena x fem!reader #javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #javier peña #javier pena smut #kinktober #pedro pascal characters

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devoraqs · 3 years ago

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[dress] + [praise] for Sachasrian?

In which Julian looks very nice indeed

(773 words of pure Spice)

The rosy flush of Julian’s skin complimented the swathes of finely-spun black and red lace and mesh hugging his body quite marvellously, Asra thought to himself. This set of lingerie had been a birthday gift from him and Alexander, and from the moment Julian had unwrapped it that morning they knew it would be put to good use as soon as possible. And what a good use it was.

Hands bound in black cord and cuffed to the bed posts, Julian was stretched out across the mattress and Asra’s eyes roved over him, drinking in every detail. The black bralette with red straps was decidedly askew after he and Alexander had pulled it this way and that in order to kiss across Julian’s tits, and the remnants of their lipsticks were smudged on skin and lace alike. Further down, past an abdomen also covered in kisses and bites, the matching panties strained around Julian’s hard cock, the swirls and loops of the lace catching the light. Red suspenders ran down from the waistband to the stockings covering Julian’s legs, which were hitched over Alexander’s shoulders as the shorter man slowly, rhymically thrust into him.

Alexander turned his head and nipped at the clothed skin of Julian’s thigh, and Julian barely contained the long, high pitched whine that passed his lips. Asra smiled, bending down to kiss him and swallowing the moan that followed when Asra slid his hand into Julian’s messy curls and tugged. “There’s a good boy,” Asra murmured against Julian’s lips when they parted, “you look so gorgeous, Ilya,” he turned his head and glanced at Alexander, who was watching them through lidded eyes with a smile playing on his lips,” wouldn’t you agree, Sacha?” Alexander made a low sound of agreement in his throat, canting his hips into Julian’s again, prompting a gasped,

“Ah! Sanya!”

Asra trailed his hand down Julian’s body and stroked teasingly over the outline of his cock. Julian hissed out Asra’s name this time, followed by a hoarse,

“Oh please…”

“What do you think, Asra?” Alexander panted, picking up his pace, “I think our darling Ilya deserves to be indulged after taking my cock so well.”

Asra smirked in lieu of answer, letting his tongue dart out and drag over the lace of Julian’s panties. Julian lurched, his cuffs clattering against the bedpost, swallowing down a garbled moan.

“Let us hear you, my love,” said Alexander, “you make such beautiful sounds.”

Platitudes aside, it was an order, not a suggestion, and it made the flush covering Julian’s body deepen to a truly magnificent shade of crimson as he obeyed. Asra deftly hooked a finger round the waistband to pull Julian’s cock free, and wasted no time in sinking his mouth down around it and timing the bobs of his head with Alexander’s thrusts. Julian howled, his head lolling back onto the pillows. Overstimulated as he was from the rubbing of the lace against his skin, Alexander fucking him into the mattress and Asra taking his cock deep into his throat, it wasn’t long before he choked,

“I’m close, I’m… please.”

Asra pulled off then, catching Alexander’s eye, and Alexander withdrew, sitting back on his haunches. Julian whined at the sudden loss of contact,

“Please, I’ve been so good, please.”

Asra inclined his head and Alexander shuffled over to join him,

“You have been good, Ilya. You’ve been wonderful,”

Julian keened at the praise, swallowing hard. Asra then bent back down and licked a long stripe up the side of Julian’s length, and Alexander mirrored it, laving his tongue up and down. Julian watched them, eyes wide and breath heaving, pulse pounding in his ears as the two of them pushed him closer and closer towards his peak until, as Asra swirled his tongue around Julian’s head and Alexander sucked slowly at his base, he came with a rasped shout of both their names.

As he came down off his high, he became aware of Alexander kissing a hickey into his stomach as Asra methodically licked the last of his cum from his lips.

“I love it when you say our names like that, Ilya,” Asra cooed, “such pretty sounds from a pretty mouth.”

Alexander pressed a kiss to Asra’s hot cheek,

“Well, I think we should put that lovely mouth to even better use. Would you like that, Ilya my love? Asra riding your face while I fuck you more?”

Julian nodded, a hint of his usual playful smirk ghosting on his lips,

“Oh, I’d like that very much. Asra?”

“Absolutely,” Asra replied, kneeling over Julian and guiding his head to his pussy, “Such a good boy, Ilya.”

#the arcana #sachasrian #apprentice alexander #asra alnazar #julian devorak #julian #asra #lemon #spicy #my writing #thank you!#this is pure hor nee

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janetburston · 6 months ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: COPY - Felina Abbie Lace Contour Bralette Large NWT.

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multistanman · 4 years ago

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Suncream

Fromis_9 Seoyeon x Male Reader

1930 words

Had a rush of ‘inspiration’ after seeing this photo. I can only apologise for my style potentially being jarring or any other issues. I think it was only an hour or so but it’s hard to know when in a ‘boner haze’

Mondays sucked, no two ways about it. Fortunately, you had managed to get the day off work thanks to the manager suddenly having to call in sick due to "unforeseen developments" the night before. So whilst everyone else was going to be stuck inside of a cramped office building on such a fine day, you decided that you were going to spend some time relaxing and taking in rays on the beach. As you had predicted, the beach was mostly empty because, well, who on earth goes to the beach on a Monday morning. There was only one other person present and they seemed quite happy to mind their own business listening to music. With the hope of preventing any unwanted confrontation or awkward interaction (the fateful last words), you put down your towel behind and just right of the other person. But, of course, your luck ran out and you dropped your water bottle straight onto your foot, immediately suppressing the outrageous string of vulgarities you were about to release. Evidently, the attempt was not good enough as the girl lying in front of you turned around, curious of the muffled bottle on human violence occurring behind her. She pulled down her sunglasses for a better view of what was going on. Her eyes were quite stunning, with subtle dark circles surrounding her hazel irises, making her look sort of like a panda. No doubt you looked quite insane in this moment. A man on a beach on a Monday morning bouncing up and down cursing underneath his breath with no apparent cause staring into this random girl's eyes all the while. The girl, however, seemed entirely disinterested, tutted at you and returned to her music and tanning. You eventually got yourself settled onto your towel, taking special care not to drop anything else in slight fear of panda eyes tutting at you again. You stared at the ocean for a wall before you saw the girl moving in your peripheral vision. She had sat up for a drink of water but seemed to be struggling to remove the lid of the bottle. As a chivalrous gentleman, you moved to offer to help. At which point, she did manage to get the bottle open but not in the way one would typically open a bottle. With all the force she was putting into removing the lid, she ended up jerking the bottle upwards when it finally came loose, dousing herself in water. You stopped in an squat halfway between standing up and kneeling, not sure quite what to say or do in the situation. Your knowledge of chivalry only extended so far. A gentleman should not interfere when a lady has gotten wet after all. You both remain still in the end until eventually the girl begins to dry herself off with the towel, looks at you in your strange half squat and tuts again. That was now two tuts you had received in the space of fifteen minutes from this same girl. In a very strange way, it was sort of refreshing to see someone with such little care. Some more time passes as you both return to your original positions until you are once again distracted by her movement. This time it seemed she was re-applying her sun cream. She sneaks a quick glance at you before shaking the bottle up and down and popping the lid up. She squeezes a sizable amount onto her free hand and begins to work it into her abs and stomach. You had become quite entranced by the sun cream-centric performance happening before you as she sensually rubbed the remaining cream into her skin. The girl then moves onto covering her thighs, seemingly not realising that you are watching the whole ordeal with your mouth agape. In order to get her thighs, the girl decides to sit on her knees, giving you a wonderful view of her ass in her denim shorts. Her ass swayed from side to side as she massaged the sun cream into her thighs. It was at this point, that she finally caught you peeking as she looked over her shoulder, clearly feeling your eyes undressing her from behind. You panicked and grabbed the book that was lying next with the goal of looking as smooth and relaxed as possible. You tried to seem as nonchalant as possible as the girl walked up to you and asked "You like what you see huh?" "Yep, I mean this book is amazing. Crazy that you've read it as well, I mean what are the chances of that?" was the best response that you could think of under pressure. She clearly called your bluff as she pulled her sunglasses down so you could see those cute panda eyes again. But, instead of tutting at you again, she hands you the bottle of sun cream and turns around, beginning to tie her hair up into pigtails so that you could properly cover her back. Given that this girl was even talking to you after you had so blatantly ogled her, encouraged you to try and use up all of your luck. You took the bottle and poured some sun cream onto both of your hands. You massaged the sun cream in between the girl's shoulder blades and worked your way up to her nape making sure you to press your palms into all of the sensitive areas. You thought you heard a slight moan but it could have been sunstroke getting to your brain. You finished up the application with some professional masseuse level karate chops and went to hand the bottle back. The girl takes the bottle and you sit back down, still wondering if that was an actual moan that you heard when rubbing it in. That question was quickly answered when the girl straddled you, once again handing you the bottle as she motioned towards her breasts and chest. "How rude to leave a girl uncovered like that" she added before leaning back slightly, inviting you in. You obliged because you were not going to pass up the opportunity to essentially feel this beautiful girl's breasts as she was sat on your lap. As you poured more sun cream onto your hands, the girl removed the mesh top she was wearing leaving her only in her vanilla bralette, shorts and a necklace hanging perfectly between her breasts. Her breasts were not the largest but they were pushed up nicely by the top and they fit her smaller frame nicely. By this point, she had also removed her sunglasses and was sat looking expectantly at you with those damned panda eyes. You tentatively began to rub the sun cream into her chest but she grabs your hands and pulls them onto her tits and starts massaging herself with your hands. She bites her lip seductively and pushes you down onto your towel. You both look into each other's eyes as you feel her hands work up underneath your shirt feeling up your chest and abs. Your lips locked as she caressed your upper body and your tongues collided in an unholy mess as she tried to assert her dominance over you. You were quite happy to take the backseat and let her do the work on top of you. She got tired of your mouth as her hands walked their way down to your shorts, unbuttoned them and pulled down both your shorts and boxers just enough that she could pull your now erect cock out. Without any hesitation or adjustment, she takes your whole cock into her mouth and looks up at you. It seemed strange to admit but the panda eyes + mouth full of your dick really was a good look for her. She twisted and jerked the base of your cock with her hand as she sucked up and down still maintaining the eye contact. You felt your toes stretch and crunch as she ran her tongue up the underside of your cock and finished by licking your urethra and you knew you were coming close to cumming. You relayed this information to the girl and she immediately stopped sucking your dick, edging and teasing you. The girl gets off your lap but only to remove her own shorts, revealing the lack of underwear underneath. She once again straddles your lap this time with her naked vagina lips lined up above your cock. She slowly lowers herself down, allowing some adjustment this time as you lustfully buck your hips upwards trying to bury your hilt further and further. She continues sinking down until your penis is fully inserted at which point she starts bouncing up and down on top of you. During this, the girl starts massaging her own breasts and adjusts her previously-formed ponytails, unsure where to put her hands. Seeing this, you push your back up slightly, grab hold of the ponytails yourself and pull her down towards you as you engage in another chaotic makeout session. This elicits a cute giggle from the girl on her way down as she continues riding you and you try to match the rhythm by bucking your own hips upwards, pushing as deep as possible. You match her tempo perfectly and she has to stop kissing you to moan right into your ear. You were already close from the edging earlier and that moan just about pushed you over the edge. You tapped the girl's back and she seemed to instantly catch on to what you meant as she got up off of you. You were expecting her to kneel down and keep jerking you but instead she rolled you off your own towel and lay down in your place and whispered two words that you could not have been happier to hear. "Paint me" You stood up and jerked your cock as the beautiful girl you had just randomly met on your day off lay below you with no bottoms on and waiting for you to cum on her. It didn't take much as you sprayed white streaks of cum, initially, on those succulent abs that you had watched her rub sun cream into earlier before working your way up to her face and neck. The girl smiled the whole way through as she sat up with your cum starting to run down her nose and lips. She thanks you as she rubs the cum into her abs as if it was sun cream. She allows the cum on her face to stay there as she redresses herself with the discarded clothes. You stand there in disbelief at whatever has just happened. The girl goes back to her bags and fiddles around with something for a bit before coming back over to you. She walks straight past before giving you a love tap on your naked ass before telling you to pull your shorts back up and then just leaves. You quickly restore your dignity, not wishing to be caught naked by some stranger. Although, thinking about what just happened with that girl, maybe it wouldn't be a such a bad interaction. As you go back to relax on your towel and gather your scrambled thoughts you feel a piece of paper in the pocket of your shorts. "Thanks for the cum, stranger. Much better than sun cream ;) Thinking about going camping soon, hmu (0XX-XXX-XXXX) Seoyeon" There was a cute little panda face scribbled at the bottom of the note and you put it back in your pocket, making a mental note to call that number later on. Mondays sucked a whole lot less now...

Thank you for reading, any feedback welcome. Wrote it quickly just because I had a rush of inspiration really.

#smut #fromis_9 #seoyeon #fromis seoyeon

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