#My dress was dressing my curls were curling and my lipgloss was glossing nothing more you can ask for imo 💅

[monst]

So ya know how every company has that one fashionista employee? Like bro this is an office not a runway🙄 Today I found out that I'm fashionista employee 🧍

But like I slayed and really that's all that matters.... Why was I the only one popping off like did I miss something are we just not dressing up anymore?!?🥲

[heavenbarnes]

blondes

Margot Robbie x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: more dominant margot/more submissive reader, reader has a boyfriend at the start, alcohol, oral (female receiving), thigh riding, titty sucking,

Word Count: 2,282

this is based off the song blondes by peach, it’s naughty and it’s sweet and for once i’m giving you all that happy ending we crave x

“It wouldn’t be a night without tequila!” Margot sang in your ear, slotting into the booth beside you and handing you another drink.

You rolled your eyes but giggled nonetheless, if anyone was going to convince you, it would be her. That was her uncanny way of making any silly idea sound entirely plausible, just with a sweet smile and knowing gaze.

The hesitation was clear on your face as you thought the process through, you knew you were going to end up with wildfire down the back of your throat. Margot watched your face change as your garnered the courage. She shook her head, placing her shot down and reaching into her purse.

She fumbled around for a bit before returning with a tube of strawberry lipgloss, already unfastening it. “Here, this can be your chaser, it’ll bring out your sweetness.”

You smiled up at her as she swiped it across your lips, her eyes fixed on your mouth as you pouted for her. She took her time, one hand holding your chin and the other expertly painting you. She rubbed her own lips together in hopes you’d do the same, which you eagerly followed.

Maybe it was the alcohol running through you, maybe it was the warmth in the night, but neither of you were quick to draw back. You stayed leaning towards each other, Margot applying a dab of gloss to her own mouth. The glitter shined under the lights of the bar and for a moment her smile looked like the sun and the stars.

You brought your shot glasses together in cheers and downed the liquor together, both grimacing in unison before sticking your tongue out. There’s a reason you have tequila at 3am, there is a reason it is never your first drink. Once you caught eyes with Margot, you both burst into laughter at the realization of how silly this choice was.

You stayed in that booth, drunken giggles and stories going around in circles. Margot broke pattern by toying with the bottom of your dress, the silk running through her fingers as she did.

“God, I love this dress on you.” She hummed, glassy eyes trailing from her hand to your face.

“I’m glad, you’re about the only one who seems to appreciate it.” You turned to face her, crossing one leg over the other.

Her hand released the fabric but stayed against your skin, fingernail subconsciously tracing galaxies across your knee. You noted the way her pretty face flattened into a frown.

“He doesn’t like it?” 

“He nearly didn’t let me wear it.” You snorted at the whole ordeal, Margot’s face still seemed less than impressed.

She rolled her eyes and earned herself a squeeze on the hand from you. The shake of your head said “leave it, it isn’t worth it.”

“Come stay at mine tonight, I have a sofa bed, or even the other side of my bed.”

You groaned, stretching out your tired limbs that’d spent the last few hours dancing the night away. “I would if I wanted an argument tomorrow, and this hangover isn’t going to go well with that.”

Margot looked disappointed, but agreed with you nonetheless. There are things you can and things you can’t, in this world. Sometimes you have to let sleeping dogs lie.

So you both took your separate rides home. You crawling into bed beside an unhappy young man, and her to a cold mattress and bright city lights. You’d never remember, but that night you both dreamt of each other. 

-

The sun shone down on the both of you, blanket keeping the grass from tickling your legs, strawberries and white wine in the garden. Margot lay slices of cheese down against crackers as you both enjoyed the company of silence.

“Here is yours, my love.” She cooed, passing you the cracker she stacked just as you liked. 

You popped it into your mouth as she did hers, both humming in delight at the simple taste. Repositioning yourself, you lay back with your head in her lap, her hand almost instinctively moving to gently massage your scalp.

She passed you a strawberry, looking at you over the top of her sunglasses. An inquisitive look lay across your face, doing your best to guess what she was thinking. You wrapped your lips around the berry, never breaking eye contact with your best friend.

Her eyebrows lifted, eyes widening with a girlish laugh, as she grabbed one for herself. “You even making eating fruit sexy.”

You asked “how”, words muffled by the flesh of the fruit. A single drop of juice trailed over your bottom lip and to your chin. Margot caught it with her thumb, swiping it up slowly before bringing it to the meeting of your lips.

Allowing her thumb into your mouth, you sucked the juice off her skin. Nothing was said, there was an unspoken knowing that this, this was okay because it was her. Her eyes watched your motions before they flickered back to see you still gazing at her.

“That is how.” Simply put, she took her thumb from you and brought it to her own mouth, kissing the pad that’d just been yours.

Swallowing back a gulp, you brought your hands down to smooth out your skirt, anything to distract from what was so obviously happening. Your phone buzzed beside you, and as much as you thought you wanted something to take away from the moment, you truthfully wanted that moment to last a lifetime.

It was your boyfriend asking where you were, and in that moment you didn’t know how to answer. Would paradise suffice? Margot let you sit up, an undeniable sigh of disappointment falling from her lips as you both tidied your things.

As you walked back to her car, you felt yourself falling behind, the thoughts in your head were so loud that you could hardly keep time. It wasn’t until you were heard your own words that you even realized they’d come from you.

“What do I say to him?”

She stopped in her tracks, turning on her heel to face you. She slid her sunglasses onto the top of her head, the blue of her eyes bringing calm over you. It was that, and the way her lips curled into a smirk you’d seen times before.

“You tell him the truth,” She shrugged, taking a step back towards you. “He’s fine, you’ve just decided you prefer blondes.”

-

The anticipation coursed through Margot as she walked around her apartment, her mind as usual was fixed on you. What you were doing, what you were feeling, some late nights it was what you were wearing.

She’d made tea, she’d paced, she’d showered, there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop her mind racing straight to you. There was only one way to calm her nerves, and that was you walking through-

The door rattled with a knock against it, Margot’s feet carrying her straight to sound, knowing what was waiting on the other side. She opened it to meet you, face to face, within an instant she could feel her heart calming down.

“I told him he did nothing wrong, there was just a blonde I couldn’t get out of my mind.” You could feel the sides of your mouth pull up, a grin matching the one growing on her face.

She reached out, pulling you into her home and into her arms. It was in that moment you just felt, right? This is where the gods have always intended for you to land, you’d never felt more safe. The pull of her to you, the way your bodies knew they belonged together, this was what it was all about.

Margot brought her hands to your face, thumbs brushing across your cheeks and pulling you into her. Your noses brushed, the sensitivity sent shocks through your body. Allowing yourself to be this close to her, after the denial? It was nearly too much for your heart to take.

Her lips rested so close to yours, nearly bridging that gap and giving you all you’d been longing for since the moment you met her. You pushed forward, finally feeling those soft lips on yours, this was everything you’d imagined. 

The taste was right there, that strawberry lipgloss, it tasted better when it was on her. You arms went around her waist, joining together at her back, leaning into her touch. Her fingers cupped at your jaw, holding her world in her hands.

You felt her pulling you towards the couch, that one you’d spent nights talking together on. It was the epicenter of your friendship, you’d always somehow ended up on that couch. Now was ever the same, you’d end up on that couch.

She pulled you on top of her, laying against her chest, slotting between her legs. There was an unmistakable feeling of her heart beating against yours, a lifetime of friendship between you two, ready to change. Her hands left your face and trailed down your back, resting against your ass.

Margot moved her hands down, hooking around your thighs and pulling you up her body. It had you sitting up, resting in her lap and looking down at the sight in front of you. What a sight she was, laid out before you looking like a gift from above.

You splayed your hands against her front, pulling her clothes away from her, wanting to reveal every part of her to you. Her bare chest, that was something else, your eyes were the size of the moon before you found the courage to press your lips to her.

Your tongue and lips wrapped one of the sensitive pebbles, drawing an incredible sound from the woman below you. Her hands rubbed against your thighs, kneading the skin under her touch as you pressed gentle kisses along her breasts.

She sighed at the feeling, relaxing into what she’d spent so much time longing for. To have you perched on top of her looking so pretty, so ready to please her. The sight of you with your lips on her chest, that was nearly enough to having her fall over the edge.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.” She cooed, hands coming to raise you back up. “Let me see if you taste just as good.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at her words, letting her guide you back against the cushions. The slow drag of her removing your pants, the shocks traveled up your body and straight to your core. This was her way of making everything so damn good, like everything was worth waiting for.

“You look pretty good between my legs.” You whispered, watching the way she looked up at you from her spot.

The smirk on her face, the glint in her eye, you’d never wanted something so bad in your life. You felt the softest kisses against your thighs, inching ever closer to where you knew you needed her. Her breath against your core, it was enough to be eye-watering.

“If you taste as good as you smell, I’m in for a treat.” 

You wanted to shoot back with a response, but all you could muster was a wild moan as her lips connected with your core. That first swipe of her tongue against your clit had your eyes rolling back in your head.

Your fingers threaded into her hair, massaging her scalp in a sign of thanks. Thank you for finally letting your quietest dreams come true, thank you for feeling so good between your legs. She picked your legs up, hooking them over her shoulders as her tongue dove into you.

Maybe it was her, but you knew for a fact you’d never felt like this before. That feeling of your whole body tensing on you, like you were rushing through the stars? It had never felt like this before.

Her tongue moved so skillfully against you, the knot within your stomach was unraveling quicker than you could control. Your fingers tugged tight at the roots of her hair, feeling her tongue get even deeper between your thighs.

“You feel so incredible, you are incredible.” Your moans drifted out, tipped with a whimper.

The nearly pathetic sounds of you crying out for more, wrapping your legs tighter around and her, toes curling under the pleasure. It was like Margot could tell, her eyes tinged with a smirk, ready to have you come across her tongue.

She pulled back, bringing her fingers to rub against your clit as your hips started to roll into the feeling. “Go ahead and come for me, pretty baby.”

The moment her mouth attached back to you, your back arched off the couch and there was no stopping the cry from your throat. You felt all tensions melt away from you, legs tensing and hands gripping tight on her hair.

She let you ride her tongue through it, quick to lap up any of your sweetness as you called her name. Music to your ears as you whimpered and moaned for her, your vision whiting out in the moment.

You felt her crawling up your body, pressing wet kisses along your neck and jaw as you came down from the high. Her quiet whispers of praise and kindness fluttered against you as you brought your hands up to her back.

Shifting her weight, you placed your thigh between her legs and caught the softest moan when you raised your leg slightly. She grinned down at you, hands snaking down under your shirt as she started to rock against the muscle of your thigh.

“I always knew you’d be worth the wait.”

[sugako]

late to the party

timeskip!mattsun x f!reader warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of funeral home (? not in a sexy way tho), oral (f recieving), quickie, slightly rough, slight orgasm denial  synop: reader and mattsun are getting ready to meet up with some of his old volleyball friends from high school but end up a little late

You were struggling to get the delicate necklace clasped, hands shaking as you rushed. Admittedly, you were shaking out of pure nervousness too. You had only met one of Issei’s friends before, Makki, but now you were about to go to a bar far fancier than you had imagined and try to make small talk with a bunch of strangers who had known him far longer than you. It was stressful. Sighing at your reflection in the vanity, you dropped your head to stare at the bedroom floor.

“Hey, pretty girl.” From behind you, his deep voice jolted you out of your inner dread. “Need some help?” His hands were already closing over yours before you could answer. 

“Yes,” you pouted. After one try, it was clasped. You huffed, a little jealous at how nimble his fingers were from working in the funeral home. 

His large hands smoothed over your shoulders. You sighed, leaning back into his chest. He leaned down a placed a small kiss against the crown of your head before turning you around. 

“Wow…” He breathed, looking you up and down. 

“Wh-what? Is there something wrong?” You let your panic get the best of you as you smoothed out the slip dress, checking for pulls, stains, or tears. 

“It’s just not often you’re dressed up like this. You look really beautiful, y/n.” 

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in so you were tightly pressed against one another. Your arms trailed up around the back of his neck, playing with the little curls at the nape of his neck. 

“Thanks, you look nice too.” You caressed his cheek as he leaned his head in closer and closer to yours. You knew the look in his eyes well, and held him back at the last second. “Issei, I have lipgloss on.” The way your bodies were pressed so closely made you lose your resolve. 

“I don’t fucking care.” He whispered, tugging at the base of your back so your hips jutted into him. His head came down, tongue already shooting past your lips to taste you. While didn’t want to admit it to you, he actually kind of liked kissing you when you had makeup on. The feeling of the thin layer of gloss against his lips and the idea of ruining your perfect face was too exciting. 

You relaxed into the kiss, letting him take the lead. For a moment you worried about your face, but the idea vanished when his hands came down to roughly cup your ass. You broke away from him with a squeak, panting. 

“Issei,” you warned, noticing the darker look in his eyes, “We’re going to be late.” He ignored you, continuing his kisses along your exposed shoulders and collarbones. When you felt him start to nip and suck right above your breast, you pushed him back with a small laugh.

“What?” He rolled his eyes. 

“Everyone can see.” You whined. “And we’re going to be late.” This time you tried to sound a little more stern. You didn’t believe yourself though. You felt so hot in your little dress and he looked amazing in his black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. Holding his hands in yours, you fiddled around with the thick rings on his fingers trying not to think about how good they felt inside you and around your neck. 

“You’re so cute. I’ll just leave marks where no one can see.” He smirked, backing you up against the bed. When your knees hit the edge you immediately slumped back. He kneels on the ground and hooks his hands under your knees and pulled you forward until your hips were at the edge of the bed. When you let out a little yelp he chuckled into the soft inside of your thigh. 

“Issei!” You whined. 

“We can be a little bit late. No one will mind.” His lips trailed messily up your thighs. “Plus, I know you’re nervous, baby girl. I can help you relax if you want?” He said, stopping at the hem of your dress.

“Yes, please.” You wheeze out. 

As soon as you answer, he pushes the dress up your hips. His hands clamp down to keep your legs spread apart and his teeth grazing up and down your sensitive flesh. He spends forever sucking love bites into your skin, leaving deep red marks. By the fifth one, your legs are quivering and you’re moaning out for him. 

“Issei, please.” You whine. 

Normally, he might tease you for a good while longer, but he knew you needed this now. He licked over the wet spot that had grown on your thin thong. 

“So wet already.” He groaned as he slowly pulled them off, being sure to lightly graze your skin as he went. You could feel how cunt was already gushing and hoped nothing was getting on the dress. He neatly folded the small piece of fabric and tucked it into his front pocket. “I won’t keep you waiting, baby girl.” 

Before you could respond, he moved his face back between your legs. You scooted your dress up so it was bunched around your chest. The first, languid lick he gave made you jolt. He focused on your swollen clit, sucking and giving sweet little licks. Knuckles on your hands turned white as you gripped the sheets below you. 

The soft moans he let out sent vibrations through your entire body. Thankfully, his hands kept your rocking hips in place. You shivered under him, feeling so close, so close. 

Until he pulled away with an lewd smacking noise. 

“Issei!” You whined, panting. A breathy moan left your mouth as he pumped two long fingers into you. His cool metal rings brushed against your delicate walls. Still, your clit was throbbing, needing more attention. 

“Want you to cum on my cock, baby.” He said hoarsley. As he stood he continued scissoring and thrusting his fingers into you. 

“Y-yes, please.” You nodded quickly. 

His other hand clumsily undid his belt and pants, tearing them down and pulling his stiff cock out. You wanted to help, but couldn’t bring yourself to sit up. He pumped himself a little in time with how his fingers pumped in and out of you. 

In another second he had pulled his soaked fingers out of you and pressed your knees up against your chest. He loomed over you, lining himself up before quickly pushing in. You winced a little at the sudden intrusion, but in moments he was moving and the feeling had disappeared. 

“So pretty.” He groaned as you clenched around his length. 

His pumped in and out of you quickly. His hand came down where you were connected and traced quick circles over your clit. You were already on the edge between his thick cock and being so close only moments ago. 

“Cum on my cock, baby girl. You can do it.”

With a few more swipes of his fingers you felt the pressure spilling over. As your cunt tightly convulsed around his cock, your hips rocked roughly against his. You cried out incoherent moans and babbling as small tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Mind hazy, you watched, limply as he continued to slam into you. His thrusts slowed a little from the wave of his own orgasm crashing down over him. In a few short thrusts he was painting your cunt with his seed, moaning out your name and a string of swears. 

He slumped over you for a moment, panting, before he sat up on his elbows. You leaned up to kiss him sweetly. 

“Feeling better?” He grinned, pecking your cheek. 

“Much.” You answered, sitting up as he pulls out of you. “Let’s get going.” 

The mix of your fluids seeps a little out onto the bed, but you try you hardest to hold it in as you rush off to the bathroom, not waiting for any soft aftercare. Issei took care of himself with some soft tissues from the bedside table. You were still worried about being too late, if you were being honest. 

When you meet him in the living room, minutes later, he’s totally fixed up. You reach out a hand. He just cocks an eyebrow. 

“My underwear.” You say plainly. 

He chuckled and puts a finger up, walking to the doorway to step into his shoes. You follow him, realizing he won’t give in, and putting on your own shoes. 

“Those are all dirty, baby girl. No bending over tonight.” He chided. “Well, not until after the party.” 

[kim-monsterlings]

Gwynna - F Firbolg x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: NSFW/Lemon; mentions of deceit, flirting, an obsession with fruity lip gloss, kissing, sort of strip tease (reader), nipple play (kissing, touching), fingering + orgasming, fluff

Wordcount: 2708

“Tropemas” Summary: for months, the firbolg hadn’t made any progress in her module, until you found out she had already passed it

Notes: Gwynna was my absolute favourite to write and I fell in love with her so this was me intending to personally save best for last - though my gnoll Ollie comes close second. This was intended to be my last tropemas story, but things got away with me and Farren the lich will be here soon. For now, enjoy my absolute sweetheart Gwyn <3

Masterlist // “Tropemas” Masterlist

Being lied to stung. It stung like an anchor breaking the surface of the ocean as your stomach fell, knees weak and heart aching, but not all lies. Only some.

This lie did the opposite.

Finding the firbolg you had tutored for the last eight weeks leaving a classroom she had no business being in - not with her grades, not without passing the module she came to you for help in - hadn’t left you struggling for breath. Beyond the fog clouding your thoughts, the deceit turned you against the wall before she saw you too.

In that same classroom, Silverstone - a silver fox of a wyvern-shifter - had taught you the year before, in the year Gwynna studied in. Only he taught the optional module, and it was all he led. If Gwynna hadn't passed the one you tutored, her compulsory module, she couldn't have taken it.

Which seemed odd, as she'd failed her past two exams.

The library remained ever quiet when you set up your usual booth with old textbook notes and the textbook itself, decorated in part by Gwynna's doodling as she tired of your lessons; small flowers matching those she wove into her bright hair, like the flowers she grew at home far from the city, or small notes you later stumbled upon, on paper torn from her notepad, and always little compliments: 'you looked cute today', 'i love your perfume', 'try the tea with honey i promise you'll love it!'

Many of your prior tutees had passed the module with your help, yet Gwynna’s grades only worsened since spending longer hours with you. Her lack of focus had changed how you tutored, though it was obvious now her inability to settle wasn’t through boredom or confusion, but because she already knew it all.

You greeted the golden-skinned firbolg with the same smile as always, smothered in her warm hug. Standing “only” at seven foot - apparently short for firbolgs - and always carrying the scent of the woods and flowers, you returned the close hug and breathed deep. She was glowing in the sunlight, wearing wide, flared trousers and a warm jumper.

"I bought tea," you said. Her wide ears twitched as you handed her a cup. "Three sugars, no honey."

"No honey?"

"They didn't have any, Gwyn. It's a university library café." Her sigh lifted your smile, and maybe a little cruelly, too. "I wanted to try something today. Practice exam."

Her voice weakened. "Tea without honey and a practice exam? Do you hate me?"

The knot in your chest forced you to take her hand with a small squeeze before her crestfallen face ruined you. She played you too well after weeks together: always with the soft, doe eyes and pinned back ears. Gwynna exhaled - her next words inevitably to question if she still had a test, until you closed her warm fingers around a pen.

Baby blue eyes narrowed. "What are you doing for an hour?"

“Looking over some old material.” You smiled, not ignorant to her throat bobbing. The textbook for Silverstone’s module rested before you. “Never hurts to refresh it.”

Her lips parted on a breath many times, so close to speaking. It was your pen bitten by her teeth and not the first - you had separate pens for her now. She hadn’t yet opened the test when she straightened. "Did you reconsider tutoring more modules?"

“Like Silverstone’s?” Beneath overgrown bangs, she looked to you with a soft nod. “Maybe once you pass your module, I’d reconsider.”

The pen returned to her glossy lips. On the first evening of coffees and yawns, Gwynna asked of other modules but this was the only one you tutored. Not even a week later, she failed her exam. Had it counted toward her final grade, the sessions would have been far longer beforehand and from then - until a second mock she again failed, the nights together in your corner of the library ran long after dark.

With her final only over a month from today, her grades from practice exams were still low. You almost wanted to see how long she could pretend for.

"Do you want to try the tea?"

The small, paper cup dripped damp marks onto her unopened test paper and you smiled. "Don't distract yourself, Gwyn."

"I'm not! Isn't yours so plain?"

"Will you at least try the test if I try it?"

In the same sweet tone you pretended to reconsider tutoring for Silverstone, Gwynna passed her tea. “I might.”

The sweetness stuck on your tongue; too sickly, far too hot, but you loved it. Not for the tea but the fruity flavour of her lipgloss on the rim. It wasn’t the tea warming through you, tightening your chest. Her lips curled; she could read you too well, but not well enough to know why you were flushed.

"Finish the test."

Every new question, she stalled. Her pen spun in her slender fingers or her tail twitched by your hip. Those feigned moments of confusion had before guilted you for failing to help her, but tonight you sipped your tea and watched when her forehead scrunched.

Then she would deliberately choose the wrong answer.

"Worst score yet, Gwyn." Only someone with a complete understanding of which answers were right could fail so spectacularly, but she winced all the same. “Your mock next week,” your said quietly - there wasn’t one, not with the final so close, but Gwynna had no idea as she looked up. “Would a change of environment help? If could bring honey tea to yours.”

“No.” The pain sharp in your chest couldn’t be only the desire to catch her in the act of failing, but you fought it. Gwynna brushed her long fringe from her rounding eyes before touching her hand to yours. "I have sweeter tea at home."

"Friday?"

Friday worked.

From then to Friday, you shared one more evening bundled in the corner booth. Gwynna never once touched a pen or a textbook in the session. For hours, she leaned against you, legs pressed tight and her tail wound to your ankles. So far your favourite night together as she spoke of home - even inviting you back in the holidays to the woods. Despite her teasing for your scrawled handwriting, nothing warmed you more than her warm hands taking yours, tracing the smudged ink and she held it until the end of your session.

Dressing in the outfit she always complimented most on Friday evening was coincidence, nothing more.

Her single flat off wasn’t far from you, both living off of campus, though Gwynna distanced from city centre. The flat’s cosy quiet led you into a tiny lounge where she hugged you close - “look at you! So pretty,” she’d whispered, leaning down - before leading you round with a hand in yours to the smaller kitchen.

In plain sight, Silverstone’s textbook tucked beneath the module you taught on her coffee table. 

"Before I make tea," she hummed, filling the kettle. Her hair swung in a thick plait down to the middle of her back as she turned, eyes bright. "You're not making me do another practice test are, you?"

"Would you throw me out if I did?"

"Yes."

“Maybe later,” you teased. Her lips twitched but she held a frown until reaching for mugs on a shelf much taller than you. “How are you finding things?"

Her voice warmed the small room, backed by the small clinks of her spoon in the mugs. Without asking, she made your tea how you liked - frowning and grumbling at the lack of sugar as she did, before offering you a biscuit. Homemade, so you couldn't resist.

"How do you find our sessions, too?"

Gwynna blinked over her shoulder before winking. "Highlights of my week."

Streetlights softened the smile on her dark lips. They glistened with her fruity lipgloss, pulled into a wider smile when you welcomed the hot tea in her favourite mug; favourite for her favourite person, she'd whispered, and the golden tint to her skin flushed.

"I forgot to ask..." She hummed so gently you nearly refrained from asking, scared of upsetting her. Though she had lied to you for weeks, so spoke softly, casually. "How do you find Silverstone? Do you like him?"

"Oh, I love him! He teaches almost like you, actually-"

If you hadn’t reached for her hand, her sweet tea and mug would have shattered by your feet. From curses to apologies, she stammered, quieting the more she backed away from the kitchen. She never moved her hand from yours.

Silverstone had been your favourite lecturer. To hear her compare you was a high compliment and a reassurance that your style of tutoring wasn’t an utter failing. Had she not refused to look back at you, the compliment would’ve meant much more.

One, soft gasp came at her legs pressing back against the sofa. She had nowhere to run to with her fingertips still brushing yours. Her fringe shadowed her closed eyes. With every call of her name, her ears turned back, so you tiptoed. Her frilly collar tickled your palm but it was enough to lower her for your lips to meet.

All seven foot of her fainted back. Her arms stroked around your waist until you followed her down. She lost all timidity in settling you on her lap and turning her face against yours, foreheads together.

"You kissed me. You just kissed me."

"And I'd do it again, Gwyn.” Her breath came as a whine when you loosened her collar to stroke her neck. “If you let me."

Her kiss was your answer. She tasted of sweet fruits, more than just the gloss of her lips, more than the tea still warm on her tongue, like she was yours to taste and hold. The warm hand then stroking your hip tightened, gently running lower until she was squeezing your ass and shifting you closer across her wide thighs.

"I never meant to lie," she whispered. Like the reminder of her deceit could lose you, she ran her nose to yours and indulged again until you gasped. "That was... that was a lie. I did mean to lie to you. I didn't want you to stop tutoring me, and-"

“Gwyn, none of that matters. Not when you’re trying to undress me.”

Even leaning back beneath you, her face rose above yours. She softened her kiss and her fingers before tentative on your back dipped beneath the waist of your trousers, low enough you hummed into her lips and louder with her tongue sweet to yours. Loose strays on her nape ran through your fingertips, holding her closer with parted mouth kisses following your jaw lower. 

"When did you pass the module?"

She mumbled something into your throat so low you couldn't hear, and sighed. "The day after we met."

"Gwynna, that... you never needed my help?"

Her cheeks flushed a warmer shade. "I nearly corrected you sometimes. I'm sorry! I'm," she rasped, curling you close when you reared back, jaw fallen low. "I can make it up to you?"

Heat rounded her stare, eyelashes fluttering in a deliberate, blatant look down and up to your warming face. She was the one to unbuckle your belt, but you rose from her thighs with a parting kiss to stand, bending lower to undress.

Gwynna curled her fingers into the edge of the sofa cushions. Standing before her in only your underwear made you hesitate, but her soft, whispered plea undid the clasp of your bra. Her groan muffled behind bitten lips though she never once looked away when your thumbs tucked behind the hem of your underwear, and they fell.

Nothing could delay her any longer with you bare and in reach. The strength of a firbolg dragged you returned to straddling her lap. Her thighs spread wider and parted your legs, bound close at her mercy. Though with the way she trembled, a whisper of your name before she lifted a hand to your chest, you had never felt more in control.

"How are you going to make it up to me, Gwyn?"

Her smile was your last sight before she stole your breath and tasted your moan. Sweet and warm, delicate like the careful touch exploring you. The smooth pad of her thumb stroked your nipple and shivers bloomed beneath her touch

Her lips silenced you. Sweet and warm, delicate like her touch as she explored you. The pad of her thumb stroked your nipple and she ran her fingertips down your spine, sending small shivers through you.

Not following the falling of her palm left you crying and holding her shoulders tight. Her finger stroked low and entered you to the knuckle. Gwynna’s laugh softened to a shy smile.

“Like this,” she said and curled her finger to stroke deeper, following your fluttering walls around her. “Is this okay?”

That she asked warmed you, but you were quicker to burn when your body clenched against two crooked fingers. “More. More, please.”

It was an oversight, not to follow her fallen hand; an oversight making you cry and curse and clutch her shoulders tight when she eased a thick finger between your legs, a sheepish smile lifting her lips when she looked up.

“More,” she echoed. Only her hand cupping your nape held you from falling back when your back arched in pleasure. With her fingers finding a hastening rhythm, her thumb brushed against your clit before rubbing it firmer. “More?”

She held you tighter when you panted, “give me everything.”

Her blouse fell loose on her arms under your hands until your bodies pressed flush, the heat of her stirring through to where her fingers slowed. Gwynna stole the breath you desperately needed when your eyes rolled back, the coaxing of her three fingers lifting you to your peak.

Gwynna’s breathing deepened with yours. Each stroke of her fingers came against your hips grinding down, her hair loose under your tugging. “What do you need? You’re so close,” she hummed, nestling against your chest and sucking your nipple into her mouth. “So pretty.”

She was there, touching you where you needed to be touched, breathing as hard and as hot as you were. "How does it feel? What do you need?"

“I need you. To touch-”

Her cosy flat erupted with light. Gwynna’s kisses marked your chest above your racing heart but never slowed the firm touch on your swollen clit. Through your legs trembling and walls clenching around her still moving hand, she prolonged the intense pleasure until your cries softened into quieter moans against her shoulder.

Warm arms curled you to her chest, slumped and still tingling. Her nose bumped yours and on lifting your glossy stare, her lips parted to suck your release from her fingers. The teasing wink as she licked you from her lips made your stomach flutter.

"Was that okay?"

"More than okay," you mumbled. "Lie to me anytime."

Her forehead creased. "We never finished our tea."

"Gwyn, we won't finish them."

Nestled into your throat, her lips pulled up. She nibbled at your jaw and laid close, the both of you swaying until the rush faded and your breathing slowed. In the pause before you begged Gwynna to carry you to her bedroom - your legs still trembled, her hand running up to your thigh - you tipped her chin up. Her eyes closed in anticipation of a kiss which you surrendered too before swallowing a laugh.

"You'll find this funny," you began, and she hummed, tucking hair behind your ear. "I planned on asking you out when I was no longer your tutor."

Gwynna's wide ears drooped. "This took so long because of me?"

"That depends." As you had, she shivered from the brush of your fingertips running along the cups of her bra; it would be off in minutes. "How long have you wanted me?"

"Why do you think I wanted you as my tutor?"

“Take me to your bedroom,” you whispered.

Gwynna laid you down on her bed, where the night drifted passed in many kisses and returned favours, until you woke to do it again.

[starlightnakamoto]

She Knows • Yuta Nakamoto

Member: Yuta x Reader

Genre: angst / fluff / smut / slow-burn / mystery

Warnings: Language, Drugs, Alcohol/Cigarette Use

Summary: You needed to find a way to raise money to find somewhere to stay. Little did you know it had to be through becoming a stripper at the biggest club in town, owned by the ceo himself. He’s not only a ceo though. Only at night he was.

Chapter 5

Soft lips were trailing all over. From your jawline to your collarbone, you felt the stars in you lighting up in a way you never felt before.

“More.. please”, you kept begging, not getting enough when you wanted all of him.

His hands were getting to know each part of you as you kept his name at a whisper, afraid if anyone would hear.

Two star-crossed lovers had become one through lips and you felt things heating up more.

“Yuta.. I need you”.

“So greedy.. I’m making you a fucking mess aren’t I?”, he smirked, looking up from where he was marking what’s his on your collarbone.

The moment started to fade along with the colors and his touch.

You didn’t want it to end but too late.

The blaring sound from your phone alarm had woken you up from the bittersweet dream you had so longed for.

You groaned into the now familiar pillow of the motel room you were staying in.

8:15 am. Today was show day.

Finally you were gonna get your first paycheck and could start seeing your dream be opposite from black & white.

You did the usual & went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After getting out, you dried your body & curled up hair in a rose towel and went to get dressed.

You put on baggy silver pants & a crop tee, even though later you would be changing into the real outfit for tonight.

You & Ten had been anticipating all week to see what you two would look like on stage.

After putting on hoops and a final shape of lip gloss, you left the motel, this time with all your things.

It was time to find a new place after today and with the money you’d get you wouldn’t pass the opportunity.

The train ride to the Nakamoto Club was usually quiet & filled with only the mind being loud.

Ride by Lana Del Rey was blasting through your headphones as you tapped your hands against the foggy window.

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast, I am alone in the night. Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I

I've got a war in my mind…

—

You arrived to your stop and made your way to your destination.

As you climbed up the hollow steps, you headed to Room 1026 to meet up with everyone else even if everyone to you was mainly Ten.

You walked in and immediately were greeted by a slim pair of tan arms but with a body that radiated warmth for you.

“Y/N!!”, Ten gleefully cheered while ruffing your hair up and leading your hand to where you two would usually sit.

“It feels like forever since I saw you, I missed my best friend,” he pouted as he did his usual habit of playing with your hands.

“We just saw each other yesterday before you left me alone with—”

“Yuta!! Oh my god, tell me everything now. How big was it—“

“Ten!!”, you rolled your eyes, softly hitting his arm. “We just spoke for a bit and got to know each other’s names.. nothing else I promise.”

“Aghhh Y/N!! I tossed and turned all night just wondering if a moment finally happened with you two. I didn’t leave you in there for nothing—“

“Well a moment did happen..”, you cut him off as you played with the rings on his sculpted hands.

“Well tell me the moment.. I got my popcorn out and everything”

“Well it wasn’t much but it’s just the way how he looked at me like he already saw through me. Like I know it’s fast and all but I swear you could feel some—“

“Connection?”, a different voice had blurted out.

Oh shit. You had felt your whole face heat up into one color of crimson.

“Yuta—“

“Ten I think this is yours.. you uhh left it here yesterday”, he smirked like the bastard he was seeing the color you were, as he handed him his water bottle and walked back to the front.

He too was flustered but tried hiding it.

Ten had thrown his head back and squealed into your arm as you sat there with your mouth open.

“I don’t know what just happened but girl I’m loving whatever kdrama yall got going on”, he nonstop said between laughs, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah yeah okay. Keep laughing, you’ll be crying later when that happens to you one day”, you rolled your eyes as your cheeks were still flushed and playfully flipped him off.

Your bestfriend kept teasing you for the rest the day about the most embarrassing moment of your life and you couldn’t wait till it happened to him later.

—

The night started getting closer and everyone was getting ready.

We got to our dressing rooms and staff was rushing around everywhere, helping with makeup, lights, outfits or what not.

It was all going so fast but he didn’t leave your mind, which brought you to the thought.. where was Yuta?

“He was there for most of the day but he seemed to have left”, a staff had told you while doing your eyes a bright shade of glitter red. “What can you say? He’s a busy man”.

You had hoped he would appear to see the performance you guys had worked so hard on, at least. After all, he helped with most of the moves.

7:30 pm

You started to feel more adrenaline as your first time performing is coming sooner than you think.

You had your makeup done & your outfit had shaped your body well. It was a crimson color built up of a corset with fishnets that made you feel self-conscious but everyone else had wore the same in various colors so you tried to feel at ease.

Looking up from your phone you heard “Damn Y/N!!”, from the now familiar cheery voice of Ten. “Girl you look amazing whatt!!”.

With the continuous praises you got & telling you to do a 360, you kept looking down getting all shy. He really was the only one of the dancers who made you feel at home.

Ten was wearing a see through black long-sleeved shirt with patterns on the front which had perfectly fit his figure & leather pants. It almost even turned you on.

His eyes were batted with sparkling black eyeshadow and wavy designs around it.

“The show is starting soon.. have you heard from him yet?”, he had asked as you two sat back down at your parlors.

“Nope. I’m just hoping he’ll show up at this point. I mean he has to after all the hardwork he’s done for us.”, you sighed while applying a cherry flavored lipgloss.

“He should. Lisa’s here, Johnny, everyone. It’s a big night, especially for you Ms. Yuta..”, he had chuckled looking in the mirror while fixing his combed back hair.

“Let’s not get too ahead now. We don’t even know his last name”, you admired how stunning you looked, pleading in your mind that he would consider coming.

“Yea.. weird but whatever”, he pondered but then decided to change the subject and apply final touches as you did the same.

—

8:25 pm

“We’re on in 5 minutes ladies!! Start wrapping it up and head backstage now”, Lisa had commanded everyone passing by each row of parlors.

“This bitch always forgets I’m here too”, Ten sighed, getting up from his seat.

You chuckled following with “C’mon my lady”, as you two linked arms to head backstage.

Showtime

Your nerves finally were kicking in as you had no idea how your first performance would play out. You just had hoped it would all go well after busting your ass to learn it for the past week.

When your group’s name was called on stage, you started recalling all the memories from the day you first got here. So much had happened already and you weren’t here for that long yet but you felt like you had. The places you were getting used to.. the faces that became familiar.

To see yourself doing all you can to get to that dance dream of yours, that was home. You knew all your hardwork would pay off one day and you were excited for it.

You got to your spot up in the back as you climbed up the shimmering steps on stage in your platforms, trying your best to see the taped X’s glowing in the dark to find your spot. You got into position as Ten got into his which was further down your row.

Lights of flashing black and white came on that then faded into color hue as the song started.

You know, from the moment she turn around.

She know, how to back it up and drop it down

She know, she what all the fellas looking at

'Cause they know, soon as her song come on it's a wrap.

You had been mirroring the moves everyone else had been doing as the chorus was building up.

And she loves the attention

That she get when she moves, yeah

Showin' out with her home girls

Hypnotizing all the dudes, oh

And she knows.

Even as a back dancer, you had felt confident in how good you were doing and living it up in moment that you hadn’t realized Yuta did show up.

But him also being Mr. Nakamoto, he had sat near the back blending in with the other people sitting on the barstools.

“You seem to come here often. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were Mr. Nakamoto himself”, bartender Jaehyun had remarked with a small laugh as he wiped the bar and served more drinks to customers. “In that case, welcome.”

Yuta was in a gaze as Jaehyun’s words were only muffles to him, trying to set his eyes on you even if you were blended in by other dancers.

You looked so beautiful right then and there even from far. The lights had illuminated your entire beint and made you feel like you were the only dancer in the room to him.

It was all going so well right up until after the chorus that Rosé had tripped you.

You knew something was up when Lisa had asked Ten and Rosé to switch spots before show day.

The music had continued but there was gasps throughout the crowd that led you to rush down the steps and back to the dressing room.

Hot tears were running down your face as you sat in your chair that had faced the mirror & violently threw off your platforms.

You had a bloody gash on your knee from the trip but other than that you just tried to breathe amidst your anxiety attack.

Yuta had noticed later in the dance that you were gone and was starting to worry as well.

You felt too embarrassed to wait till the performance was over to find Ten or just see anyone.

You had picked up some wipes laying around the lights framing the mirror and starting to wipe off the canvas that had been painted earlier on your face.

“It’s just a fall, quit crying Y/N”, that voice in your head telling you on a loop.

Mascara tears kept streaming down but you just hurried up the process so you could grab your things and head on out in the back.

You kept getting flushed at the embarrassed moment that kept replaying in your head and just wanted it all to be erased. Possibly to even just go home and forget you came here. You knew your family & few friends was worried sick from all the missed calls as well.

You were from Cloud City, a small town that not many knew about with only black & white surroundings. It wasn’t anything like Blossom City, with all the colorful lights everywhere and endless people with stories in them filling the streets.

You had come from a complete different area, all opposite from this.

After all you were a dancer, not a dancer for these types of clubs.

You went through the back door and droplets had hit you which progressed more as you walked further to the nearest bus stop.

You still had your outfit on but with a coat over it and your heels in your hands. You didn’t feel like going on the subway with the way you looked this time so the bus it is.

You pulled out a lighter to light up your cigarette as you had stayed hovered under the stop. The rain was making it harder for it to light up so you occasionally blurted curses under your lip with the paper between it.

As you let out the first puff into the foggy night air, you coughed a bit but felt more at ease. You were still new to this as you had picked up the habit from Ten.

Before the next bus arrived, you had realized you didn’t get your first performance’s pay and panicked at the thought of literally having nowhere to stay at tonight.

Suddenly a white polished Benz had pulled up with the passenger window rolling down to greet you with a face that had made the familiar flush come back to your cheeks.

Usually he wouldn’t greet any of his dancers at this time of the day with the work he had going on but here he was with his one hand on the wheel and other waving at you.

“Hop in”, was all it took for you to drop everything and forget your thoughts for the rest of the night.

0.1, 0.2, 0.3, 0.4, 0.5

[yearningcalum]

rich LA girls (c.h) pt.I

Word Count: 2.5k

everyone’s got issues in LA, Y/N’s just happens to be choosing between addiction and sobriety.

AN : Hey guys I wrote a fic and I hope you like part I ! I really love the show euphoria so i guess this is kinda inspired by that if you squint. TW: drug addiction, swearing, self-image

R-rated folks 

You lay on the marble floor of your best friend’s kitchen, the cold contrasting with the overwhelming numbness you felt. You couldn’t remember how you got there, on the floor, but now you wouldn’t dare move. Normally your head was swimming, but currently, your mind was drawing blank after blank. It felt almost peaceful…almost. After an eternity of mindless staring, you heard the doorknob to the front door turning. A surge of energy coursed through you, and you sat up to meet the eyes of your best friend Ashton. “Jesus Y/N, what the fuck” he jumped, shutting the door behind himself. You smiled lazily at him, losing all energy once again. “I thought you were dead,” he half-chuckles, grimacing when he recalls the last time he’d seen you. You were covered in vomit, nearly aspirating after one-too-many doses of heroin. He immediately rushed you to the ER, despite being told it might ruin his career. You woke alone, and couldn’t but feel empty.

Still, Ashton’s lavish pad was home for you, especially since the incident. Ash scooped you up off the floor, placing you on the counter and pecking your cheek. “Glad to see you’re okay,” he nodded, walking over to the pantry and grabbing a few granola bars. He shut the door, meeting your eyes as she peeled one open. You hated when Ashton stared you in the eye like that like he could read your mind. He always seemed to know what you were thinking, or even worse, if you were high. He narrowed his eyes at you, shaking his head. “You’re on right now, aren’t you?” He wasn’t being judgmental, but he was definitely concerned. To his delight, you’d been clean for five days. That accounted for the general haze going on in your brain. “Not used to thinking soberly,” you chuckled softly, stroking your hand through your curly locks. The curls were dehydrated and unruly, but that seemed to be your look at this point. Ashton nodded, pecking you on the nose. “I know what’ll get you back on track. A party.” You wrinkled your nose, shaking your head at how silly he was. “Ash, I am not going to hang around some rich white girls while you get your dick sucked in the bathroom,” you teased, and he rolled his eyes. “There’s my girl. We’re going, so go get ready. I’ll text you the address. I’m going with some of my boys, but I shall meet you there.”

As you headed out the apartment, you clumsily bumped into a taller fellow with a buzzcut. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips and slight dark circles under his eyes. His gaze intrigued you, but not enough to strike a conversation. Before the eye contact grew uncomfortable, you darted toward the stairs at the exit. Upon reaching the bottom, you paused to catch your breath. Once caught, you whipped out Ashton’s Juul and took a quick huff to keep you alert.

Your apartment was empty when you got home. There was a single mattress on the floor of the living room in the corner next to some ramen cups and a dying plant. A sigh left your lips as you stepped into the bedroom. You really hadn’t been home since the hospital. There were still piles of needles, sleeping aids and empty pill bottles surrounding your bed frame. As you glanced around, you fiddled with the sobriety coin in your pocket for grounding. A smile crept onto your face as you quickly trashed the paraphernalia. After, you sighed and looked over yourself in the mirror. You had an athletic build, with a little curve in the hips. Growing up in LA, you learned early on that you’ll never be perfect, and in that you found comfort.

As you combed through your closet, your phone buzzed with a notification from Ash. “Wear something sexy, xx” You blushed, knowing he was teasing. You and Ash were definitely best friends, but on occasion, you two would fool around. You never thought anything of it, and you liked not being in control of your body sometimes. Ash would take control of the situation, even down to when you were allowed to cum, and for some reason it was cathartic. Still, he was your best friend because he knew your mind better than you did, and if helping you cum meant you weren’t going to shoot up then he’d do it.

You grabbed a quick shower, being sure to take particular care of your curls. When you finished, the curls were so defined and lengthened you almost didn’t want to straighten your hair. You stared at yourself once more, being sure to thank your body for being itself. This was something you did often as a girl, and to this day it seemed to give you one less thing to be insecure about. You dressed in a black body con latex dress, did a slight glam eye look, and added YSL stilettos for the perfect touch. The thing you loved about silly LA parties was the possibility of meeting the next big scandal or potentially becoming it by the way you were dressed. After straightening your hair, you pulled it back into a low ponytail. Pleased with yourself, you called an uber to the address Ash sent.

Upon arrival, the party was jumping with people and music. You stepped up to the mansion, slathering on another layer of lipgloss. As you entered the door, you were met with the smell of weed and pineapple-flavored vapes. A sigh left your lips as you tucked your gloss into your breast cup. Glancing around the room, your eyes met Ash. Playfully, you winked and continued on into the kitchen to have a drink. You were pouring yourself a shot of Bacardi when you felt hands ghosting your hips. A smile crept on your lips as you thought it was Ashton, only to hear an unfamiliar voice coaxing in your ear. You attempted to free the grip of the stranger, but they only tightened their grasp. You panicked, eyes darting around in search of a weapon. On instinct, you reached for the nearest kitchen knife, driving it into the stranger’s thigh. They immediately collapsed behind you, crying out in pain. Eyes were on you as you stood above the attacker, eyes threatening tears. “Don’t you ever lay a hand on me again,” you shouted, storming off toward the balcony as people cheered you on. As you pushed through the crowd, you met eyes with the stranger from Ashton’s apartment, and for a brief moment, you felt calm.

The balcony was quiet aside from the music. Feeling anxious was always a side effect at these parties, especially when Ash was nowhere in sight. You stared out over the city, taking a huff of the vape you’d stolen from Ashton, only to realize it was out of juice. A grunt left your lips and you chucked the thing over the balcony, watching it fall. Just as you were reaching into your dress to grab a cigarette, the stranger with the buzzcut appeared next to you. “Y’Have another?” His voice was like honey, and you nearly felt your knees go weak. You nodded sheepishly, handing him one. “It’s warm,” he grinned, and you blushed. The two of you stood in silence, looking out over the city. “Sorry that guy attacked you. I wish I was around I would’ve stopped him, not that you need saving it’s jus-“ You stopped his mindless babbling with a kiss. The kiss was innocent and gentle, but it left you wanting more. When you pulled away, you both wiped your mouths and grinned. “I’m Calum” ‘Y/N’ Your heart sighed at the sound of his name.

The two of you stood at the balcony conversing for a bit about LA parties, growing up in the 90s, and your taste in music. You were about to ask if he’d had any siblings when he took his gaze from the city and stared directly into your eyes. “Wanna get out of here? You can’t do any soul searching in a place like this.” He smiled softly at you, a devious glint in your eye. The two of you took to the streets, and Calum took off running down the large hill the house sat atop. “Calum! No fair! My heels!” You yelled after him between fits of laughter. “Take em off” he shouted from the bottom of the hill, and you grinned, kicking them off and scooping them into your hands. You darted down the hill barefoot, right into his arms. He scooped you up, spinning you around as you both giggled.

After mindlessly wandering the gated community, you called an uber back to his place. Instead of you two heading inside, he kept dragging you along to the nearby park. The moon shined perfectly over the swingset you two sat on, and his face simply glowed in the light. Your eyes traced over his features, searching for flaws or some anchor of reality. Nothing. Perhaps he wasn’t real. A nervous laugh left his lips, and you blushed. “Sorry for staring you’re just, uh, real. It’s refreshing.” He blushed slightly, biting his lip a little. “Yeah, you’re real, too. I used to think I’d never meet an actual person in this place. All the fucking rich kids and not a single one of them have a clue.” His words made you shiver a little. You were praying he couldn’t see right through you, but it felt like he could. “Seems like every girl is addicted to being plastic and social media.” A sigh left your lips, and you felt your heart flutter. His eyes were soft as they took in your features, and his hand gripped your thigh lovingly. “You’re different, and I just really wanna know your story one day.” You laid your head on his shoulder, tears flowing down your face. You wanted to know his favorite color, the way he liked his tea, his favorite songs and the reasons why he cried at night, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about yourself, about your past.

He kissed you. He kissed you like you were air and he never wanted to let you go. His lips against yours, tongue dominating your mouth was enough to send you flying. His hands gripped either side of your face, just below the ear. The kiss was needy yet gentle, but you needed more. You whimpered into his mouth as his right hand gripped your neck, squeezing only slightly. You felt yourself getting wet, and you just hoped soon he would, too. He broke the kiss to stare at you in the moonlight, and a blush rose to your cheeks. He stood from the swingset, walking over to the small field of grass adjacent to you. You watched as he peeled his shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled frame. A groan escaped you and he chuckled. “Patience, angel” he teased before slipping off his pants and laying them out like a blanket for you. He beckoned you over with his index, and you quickly obliged.

You stood in front of him, sliding your hair over the shoulder to allow him access to your zipper. The dress pooled at your feet, and he gently shoved you to your knees. You lay back, watching as he slid out of his boxers. His length sprang free, and the moonlight shone softly over his swollen head leaking precum. He slipped between your legs and easily mounted you. His length inside you alone caused your back to arch, but the slow and rough thrusts he was giving created the obscene noises fleeing your mouth. “F-fuck, faster please” you whined between thrusts, clawing at his back in an attempt to get his attention. He stared down at you, smirking wickedly. Immediately he began thrusting faster, and your eyes squeezed shut while your toes curled. His right hand gripped your throat, squeezing slightly. “Eyes on me, angel” he grunted, and you blushed softly, forcing your eyes open. You gripped his bicep as he continued drilling into you, grazing against your g-spot and pushing you closer to the edge. The minute you heard him whimper, ‘Gonna make me cum, Y/N’, you teetered over the edge. You groaned softly, thrashing under him as he emptied himself into you. You felt his warmth coating your walls, and the thought of him watching it leak out only made you wetter.

He pulled out and stared down at the work he’d done in awe, smirking. “You’re gorgeous down there, especially in the moonlight” He winked, and you shook your head, reaching for your dress and slipping it on. You slipped your heels on and began walking toward Ashton’s apartment. As you were walking you heard Calum call after you, “What about your number?” You chuckled, continuing your walk.

You opened the door to Ash’s place, walking to the pantry and grabbing a Plan B. As you were tossing the pill back, Ash entered the apartment, rushing over to you. He stared you down in disbelief as you swallowed. “Relax, it’s a Plan B” you giggled, and he sighed softly, pulling you into a hug. You pulled away from him, pecking his nose. “You have fun tonight?” He asked with a smile on his lips, pupils were blown. “Yeah, loser, I did. Now I’m headed to bed. Stealing your shirt.” You walked off into Ashton’s bedroom, stripping out of your clothes and realizing you’d lost your sobriety coin. You always carried to parties as a reminder to stay clean, but now that you’d lost it your heart sank. Tears streamed down your face as you felt defeated, and you climbed into bed to cry yourself to sleep.

You woke in the morning with a massive headache and numbness in your chest. Last night was like a fever dream. You hadn’t noticed your hair was frizzy once more, you had raccoon eyes from your mascara, and you were missing an earring. You sighed softly, walking over to the bathroom and rinsing your face with water. You reached under the medicine cabinet, feeling for your secret stash of cocaine, but found nothing. You sighed, storming off out of the bedroom. As you entered the hallway, you could hear voices from the living room. “Man, I fucked this girl last night and it actually felt like I was fucking an angel. She was like heaven to me. “ You gasped softly at the sound of Calum’s voice and stood flush against the wall. You knew you should’ve walked away, but you didn’t. “She was so real, so breathtakingly real. I didn’t even like, wanna fuck her and dash, but she left before I could ask her to come back to mine. She also left behind this weird coin, I think it’s for sobriety?” With that, you stormed into the kitchen, taking the coin from Calum.

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