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hoseoksluna · 5 months ago

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CENTURY | myg

pairing: boyfriend!idol!yoongi x f. reader

genre: smut

word count: 3.6k

summary: when yoongi needs inspiration for the song he's been working on, you're not hesitant to help him.

taglist: join | cp: wattpad, ao3

warnings: idol yoongi working in his studio being all stressed out is a warning on its own, he's also immensely hot and calls himself oppa (god help me i am a weak girl), mentions of a nasty punishment, yoongi is kinda mean, and a little bit horny, clit spanking *heart eyes*, oral sex (f. receiving), praise kink—usage of stickers, raw sex.

note: my god, this was a drag at first but because i feel sm better today, i finally finished this and i feel myself returning to the hoseoksluna that i was before i got sick. :( this was fun to write today omg. yoongi is absolutely delicious in this and i can't wait to start writing smoke 3 after this. my babies, enjoy this smutty one shot. i love you. spam my inbox, i miss you! give me a warm welcome, please. MWAH.

Habitually, singing for him was your escapism. You’d close yourself up in a bubble, withdrawing from the surrounding gray world, and you’d slink away to a realm brimming with vivid colors. In his songs, you could be anyone. A figment of his imagination that had more life in its veins than you ever had the taste of. You’d forget, for hours upon hours, about the anguish of your daily life and mental issues that would trouble you and, taking his hand, he would take you to Neverland, watch over you, then take you home.

This time, however, he didn’t take you to that fantasy land.

He took you somewhere darker.

The energy in his lab was potent with something that tickled you ever so gently when you stepped inside. A dusky room with an even heftier, crepuscular layer of vexation. You could feel it thumping beneath your skin after it grazed you with its fingertips, weaseling its way in, settling, stilling. Your boyfriend didn’t turn around when he heard you shut the door, nor when your tights-clad feet paddled on the floor, as absorbed as he was in his work. No shoes inside the Genius Lab—that was the first rule, one you were disciplined enough from him to remember, even if someone woke you up in the middle of the night.

You paid a great price, once upon a time.

You had walked in with your Nike’s when he called you over, wet and smeared with the snow from the winter’s artwork outside. Despite the fact you rubbed the soles on the mat in the building of his workplace long before you strutted all the way to his studio, there were still little snowflakes that clung to your sneakers. It was your first time there and Yoongi seemed to have forgotten to let you in on the rules. And once he saw the mess you made, he told you off.

Kissed you quite roughly.

Made you promise to never do that again, playfully.

Sank you to your knees and bent you over those melting snowflakes. Spanked you so hard that he engraved the first rule of the Genius Lab into your system.

No shoes inside.

Then, he patted your head.

Gave you a silver star sticker, resembling the snowflake, for being such a good girl that learns well.

You had stuck it on the table right beside his laptop, an etched memory that you recollected every time he’d invite you over.

It’s what he’s mindlessly rubbing with his fingertip as you walk over to him, another winter later, embedding your digits into the ebony night of his hair, the long strands so satiny and sleek. Yoongi gazes up at you from his computer, pale violet flecks adorning the skin beneath his weary, yet ever so trenchant eyes, and you pout at the sight of him. There must be something wrong with the process of his album-making and he’s determined to fix it.

Yoongi takes off his headphones, wraps an arm around your waist. You’re wearing a little black dress for him with a low neckline that uncovers everything private as he leads you to sit down on his lap, greeting you with a raspy hello and a kiss that tells you he needs you more than his own countenance lets on.

You linger in the close proximity, peppering his mouth with tiny kisses that make him visibly relax—his shoulders slump against his chair and he lifts your knees, placing them in the snug crook between his side and his arm, his hand spreading forest fire down your calf, stopping at your ankle, swathing it with those flames.

You cease your kisses, overcome with his body heat, and butterflies zap you in your tummy when he continues to kiss your mouth with those sweet little pecks.

Prolonging the last kiss, he peers down at you with the world’s most affectionate adoration and you blush. You’ve tasted the dulciness of all the seasons with him, and yet it feels as though you’ve just started dating. His love has long made its home within you, but you can still sense its freshness in your bones.

It will never get old.

“I love these, baby,” he husks, his eyes growing more lidded in the heated, cozy atmosphere guarded by the fire of his body, and he drags a hand up and down your leg, spreading his admiration on the nylon of your tights that he speaks of. “You came just at the right time.”

He nuzzles his face in your neck while he paws at your feet and you soften, brushing your fingers through his hair. You think he needs to get out of this place and breathe in some fresh air for his brain to recuperate and be filled with the flimsy, ivory sparks of inspiration.

It’s snowing outside.

It always seems to be when he invites you to his secret spot during the winter months.

“What’s wrong, hm?” you ask, requiring the specifics in order to help him as much as you can. “What is it this time?”

Yoongi grumbles nonsense in your neck, the sound muffled and indecipherable, and you laugh, softly, lifting his head.

“I literally didn’t catch a word you said,” you whine, squishing his cheeks, and Yoongi feignedly sobs, scrunching his eyes shut. You laugh, wiggling his head, encouraging him to tell you what made him darken the energy of his studio so devastatingly.

He inhales a deep breath in and takes his hand to your bum, fondling it. “I miss your pussy.”

You burst out into obscene laughter, wiping a hand down his face. “Be fucking serious.”

Yoongi chuckles, but then breaks into false little sobs all over again. “The melodies aren’t working together, I can’t transform the ideas in my head into this song and I just miss your pussy so bad. I wanna eat it.”

So that’s the source of that dark energy in the lab.

He’s horny.

He wails into your bosom, deepening your laughter that melts into an endearing coo. One that lifts his head and makes a grin blossom on his pale face, a dab of color rushing to the surface.

A pretty lotus flower, opening for you.

You poke a finger into his cheek, your heart constricting at the cute way your nail makes a round dent in that flourishing flesh. “I thought you called me over because you wanted my vocals.”

Yoongi squeezes your bum, sucking in a breath. “I did. I wanted to finish the melodies so I could record your voice, but shit fucking happens. I thought we could write the lyrics together.”

You bite your lip, finding the idea mesmerizing, and your chest clenches, a certain longing for it forming inside. A light flickers in Yoongi’s abysmal eyes at your reaction—and you wish you could fix this situation for him, remove the block and replace it with a creativity of your own.

An idea pops into your mind, abruptly.

You widen your eyes, your smile growing, little by little. Yoongi straightens, his features mirroring yours, and the picture hope paints upon his countenance only drives your idea forward.

“What?”

“Oh my god, Yoongi.” You clasp a hand over your mouth. “What if we write the lyrics first and just hum random melodies, see what fits best?”

He thinks about it, tilting his head. And then destroys the realm that your little idea created.

“I’m sorry, baby, but that never works with me. I know artists that do that, but whenever I tried, I just reached a dead end,” he mutters and you pout, furrowing your brows. He lets you soak in it for a little while before he shakes his head. “I have a better idea.”

Yoongi pushes his laptop to the side and lifts you up into his arms as if you weigh nothing, setting you down in place of it. He moves his chair forward. Spreads your legs. Kisses the inner of your thigh and you fall back, your palms landing on the ivory keys of his keyboard and creating a soft music that raises his brows.

“Do that again.”

You smile and lift your hand, dropping it on the same notes that you did by accident. He looks over to see which ones you played and he kisses the front of your thigh before he reaches over for his notepad and pen, writing it down.

“You’re my little angel, I swear,” he says without taking his eyes off of his writing, then he extends an arm behind you and finishes the melody with a certain ease that causes him to relax even more—and your smile to deepen in your face.

You blush, feeling like that winged creature—assigned to his side to help him.

“I brainstormed some lyrics the other day,” Yoongi mumbles and begins to stare you down with an intention that coils in your gut, your heart quickening its rhythm. “How about you bounce off of it, make up some lyrics while I eat you out? I can play the melody for you that we just made.”

Your mouth parts, your throat drying. Warmth pools in your core, the idea of Yoongi playing on the keyboard while he does something so intimate to you bringing you down to an abyss of madness. He hands you his notepad after he flips to the page with the lyrics he mentioned. Your eyes skim over his neat, black handwriting, the random words that could string together a sentence if there was a little work put in it.

But how are you supposed to focus in those circumstances? It’s not just his dick that makes you braindead—it’s his tongue that does it in the first place.

“What do you say, baby?” he persists, dipping down and scattering kisses along that sensitive part of your thigh, his breath wafting over your core as he switches to the other one, spoiling it with those same wet kisses.

You catch a glance of his shining tongue and that does it for you.

Your heart thumps, violently—and your pussy drools.

“Fuck, Yoongi.”

That does it for him, too.

He goes to rip your tights right in the middle, but you yelp, stopping him.

“No, don’t rip them. They were expensive and they’re my only pair for the winter.”

Yoongi gives you a look, cocks his brow. “Why didn’t you say? I could buy you some.”

You clamp your mouth shut. You don’t like to use his money to buy yourself personal stuff because you have a job of your own and you’re able to take care of yourself, but lately, with prices rising and the rent growing more expensive, there’s little from your paycheck that you could spend on things like these. And you still need to save up for way tougher times.

“I could never ask you to do that, are you kidding?”

Yoongi’s gaze darkens. “Who said you couldn’t?”

You open your mouth to argue with him, but only a yelp comes through when he swiftly tugs the waistband of your tights over your bum and up your legs, lifting them in the process and folding you in half.

You’re sure he’s ripped them.

You’re fucked.

You lean back, landing once again on his keys and at this point he laughs, darkly, telling you which notes to write down and with a shaky hand—you do.

“You’re getting so many fucking stickers today.”

Your heart stops its feral beats and you gaze down at him with a tormented look, your brows furrowed, eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. Yoongi bites his lip and gets his sheet of silver little stars.

He peels one out. “This one's for you coming at the right time.” He sticks it to that one side of your inner thigh that he left unkissed, the sticky part latching to your skin without a hint of a problem. “And this one’s for your smart little brain.”

He sticks it to the bone right across your cunt, smoothing it out with his thumb that then begins to travel and crosses the distance to the soaked center of your panties. Yoongi sucks in a breath as he peers down at the outline of your flesh, parting your thighs a little to gaze up at you through his lashes. “You have two tasks,” he rasps, brushing his lips across your clothed, dampened flesh.

You grip the table beneath you, letting out a whiny sigh, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Pay attention.”

A simple, low order and you pop them open, breathing out in staccatos. He runs that thumb over your clit, puts a little pressure over it. You bite your lip, straining your ears, but the faint pleasure makes it a little bit difficult for you.

“I’m gonna rub this clit and you don’t get my tongue unless you tell me the name of the store, where you’re getting new pairs of tights from today.” He focuses on your nub, circling it with soft grazes that he knows they get you riled up nice and fast, needy and drenched. It’s what he does when you’re watching a movie together and wind up not knowing how it ends. “And once you come for me, you get another sticker for being such a good girl. Is that clear?”

Your lungs heave and your mind spins, your brain cells shrinking with your arousal. You lick your lips. Wetness stains your panties even more. “And the other task?”

He slaps the side of your thigh, making you jump. “I asked you a question, did I not?”

Such abrupt meanness. Other times, it would get you going, but today it’s not something that you’re really feeling. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re ovulating and you need the gentleness that he’s more than capable of giving you.

You drift a hand down his face, stopping with your thumb at his lips, tracing the upper line. So soft, so puffy. “Be nice to me, Yoongi.”

His eyes round and a glint perches itself on the top of his chocolate irises. Yoongi sets your feet on both of his armrests. Leans his head against your thigh, looking up at you with a tender half smile.

“Is that an order?” he asks, flattening his fingers across your clit and strumming it, the pleasure heightening and you sink your teeth into the bottom pillow of your mouth, your body following the wave of the delight he provides you, rolling.

“Yes. Be nice or no pussy.”

He gasps, lowly, his smile transforming into that smirk of his that has the tendency to weaken you through and through. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”

Your heart throbs and you love it. “Yes, I would.”

You go to close your legs and sit up, but he stops you. “Okay, fair enough.”

Oh, that solid calmness of his, perfumed with his horniness. You grin, pleased. “Will you be nice?”

Yoongi licks over the bare skin of your thigh, rubbing his face in it. “I’ll be an angel like you if you do the tasks.”

You roll your eyes. A quid pro quo. Fair enough.

“Okay, be an angel to me then and come here,” you purr, aware of the fact that he got you into this mirrored maze of his horniness and you love it, delight in it, which is the sole, unabashed reason why you tug the back of his head down to your cunt, holding him to you.

Yoongi opens his mouth just at the right time, licking over your clothed clit and moaning. But then he fights against your hold and spanks your pussy, smiling playfully up at you while biting his lip.

You jump, whimpering.

“I didn’t hear you say the name of the store,” he retorts, rubbing, properly, your bedewed nub with slow, agonizing circles.

Fuck.

Your breathing quickens and you scramble your blank brain to remember any store that has the least expensive tights. You say the name of the first one that pops up.

Yoongi doesn’t like your answer, though.

He spanks your clit, gently.

“Think again. I’m not buying you anything that will last you for a day. Don’t play me.”

You can’t help the heavy smile rising on your face, your cheeks heating up so much that they ache. And it helps you, his bull-headedness on buying you high-quality garments that are worth the money, to fight—like he did against your hold—your deeply imprinted independence and utter, shyly, with little hiccups, the name of the store that will keep your legs warm throughout the unforgiving Korean wintertime.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Let Oppa take these off now.”

Your stomach flips at the title. You’ve always been obsessed with it—as it, without fail, provoked your independence and slowly transformed you into the mindset of a little girl, taken care of by someone stronger, smarter and older than her. All while keeping it intact.

Yoongi knows you can do everything on your own. And he supports it. But it doesn’t mean he’s not willing to give you a hand.

The same hand he now uses to bring your panties to the waistband of your thighs near the back of your knees, dragging it down that skin. He spreads your cunt with both of his hands, gasping lowly at the sheen that greets him and magnetically pulls him in.

He kitten licks your clit and your elbows tremble, giving out on you—another melodies wafting through the air that make him chuckle into your pussy, engraving vibrations that encourage you to lean back all the way and take what he gives you.

“Write that down, can you do that?” he asks, and when he hears you clicking his pen, he tells you which notes those were. You scribble it down, messily, your hand quivering and painting an obscure picture in his notepad as he begins to suck on your clit in intense waves. You shudder, terribly, the lines of his own pen dark, long and disordered like you.

You give in, moaning so loud that he intones with you.

And what you never expected—the tones of your noises provide him with an inspiration he cannot miss. Withdrawing with a wet chin and stealing his pen from you, he jots it down, propping the notepad on your thighs, smiling at the picture you painted.

Writes something else down, too, while you quiver for him, waiting for his tongue.

He kisses your thigh, ravagedly. “Sing these lyrics.”

Taking it from him, the words blur on the paper because he sinks a finger inside your heat, curling it to that spot that he favors, fucking you with a fast motion that unables you, completely, to let out a sound colored by his geniality.

“Come on, baby. Sing for Oppa.”

You cry out, clenching your muscles—scream as he latches his mouth to your clit, flicking it with the tip of his equally genius tongue.

The lab spins, not just your mind.

“I can’t—I can’t. Oh my God, Yoongi, fuck,” you drag out the curse word, the notepad falling out of your hand and plopping onto the ground.

Yoongi hums, delighted, sucking on your nub so vivaciously that your orgasm nears. As if sensing it, he adds another finger in. Validates the incoming of your splendid explosion by making quick, little, deep sounds that lead you to that peak.

You grasp his hair, tightly, humping his mouth. From your own spill screams that fade into soft moans, resplendent of the notes he liked so much and he fucks your hole faster. Pulls out his mouth just a little, flicking your clit from side to side—and you realize he did it so he can watch you come for him.

Come for your Oppa.

And you do. With a squeak, one that fades to a legato, tender moan of his title. With an eye contact that freezes time for a century. And, suddenly, just like that—it’s just you, him and the winter.

Snowflakes that ache to seep into yours and his cheeks.

Yoongi growls. His male pheromones spill out of him like liquid that washes over you and you get a sticker.

Right in the center of your mound.

And he fucks you into wintry oblivion, a snowstorm that swaddles you closer and closer to him. The table rattles, key notes sound out, the slapping of skin conjures ideas in the magnificence of his brain. And then he comes.

With a final stroke and a rope of his cum all over the sticker near your pleasured cunt, he resumes the time.

But both you and him are newly constituted by that winter-kissed century, chiseled by it and irrevocably changed by it.

Yoongi cleans you up and dresses you. You find out he didn’t rip your tights and you give him such a soft, endeared look for it that he coos, chuckling, and pats your disheveled hair, smoothing it down. He kisses you once he fixes you up and, grabbing his keys, phone and wallet, he drives you to the mall, to that exact store you mentioned, to buy you a myriad of tights to last you for a half of a century, grazed and fondled by winter.

And he leads you back to the studio, besprinkled with the snow’s affection, where you watch him create a song out of your pleasured voice, sampling one of your favorite oldie’s tunes that you end up yanking him up to his feet to dance with him to it. The raspy voice of Ray Charles envelops Yoongi’s hands as he guides your hips and he kisses you until the late night hours.

And in those late night hours, he watches you, like the angel you are, as you sing the poetry he wrote with your help.

Neverland doesn’t exist anymore. Not for you at least.

The darker place he took you to is one breathing with the gesture of helping your lover. Warm, moody and timbered. The licks of flames and the earnestness of a love that depends, without fear, on the other person.

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slutpinks · 20 days ago

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A chance to come back on the cover again.

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa)

11693 words.

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(Let's end the year together with @voguethailand I'm glad to have a chance to come back on the cover again with @bvlgari I hope you all like it. )

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the beautiful flowers. She leans in and gives aron a soft, lingering kiss, her lips caressing his tenderly. Breaking the kiss, she gazes up to him adoringly.

“You’re so sweet, bringing me flowers like this. I love them!”

She turns and leads him down the hallway, tugging him along excitedly.

“Come on, I want to show you what I’ve been working on. I have a special surprise for you in the studio”

As Lisa eagerly leads aron into the recording studio, her heart races with excitement. She can’t wait to share her new music with him. Once inside, she turns to face him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Okay babe, I have something really special to play for you. This is the demo for my upcoming single – it’s called ‘moonlit floor’ ��

She walks over to the sound system and presses play, filling the room with a hauntingly beautiful melody.

As the song plays, Lisa sways her hips sensually, her movements accentuating the rhythm. She approaches aron, running her hands up his chest as she gazes into his eyes.

“What do you think?? I wanted to create something that would really touch people’s hearts.”

She bites her lip, waiting anxiously for his reaction.

As the hauntingly beautiful melody fills the studio, Lisa sways her hips sensually, her movements accentuating the rhythm. She approaches aron, running her hands up his chest as she gazes into his eyes.

“I’m so glad you love it, baby. This song means everything to me.”

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear.

“you know, I’ve been feeling so inspired lately… and a little pent up too.”

She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she bites her lip seductively.

“maybe you could help me… relieve some of that tension??”

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she trails a finger down aron’s chest.

“well, you see, I’ve been working so hard on this new album… and all that time in the studio has left me feeling a bit… pent up.”

She leans in close, her lips brushing against his.

“I was hoping you could help me… relieve some of that tension. Maybe right here in the recording booth??”

She bites her lip, her gaze smoldering with desire.

Lisa pouts playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“oh, aron, don’t play coy with me. You know exactly what I need..”

She steps closer, pressing her body against his as she trails a finger down his chest.

“I want you to take me right here, right now. I need you inside me, filling me up…”

Her

voice drops to a sultry whisper as she gazes up at him lustfully.

“So what do you sat, baby? Are you going to give me what I need??”

Lisa’s expression falls slightly at aron’s responsible response, but she quickly recovers with a playful smile.

“you’re right, of course. We should focus on work for now.”

She steps back, smoothing her clothes.

“Let me show you some more of what I’ve been working on.”

As they continue the studio tour, Lisa can’t help but steal glances at aron, her desire simmering just beneath the surface. She explains her creative process, but her mind wanders to thoughts of their passionate night ahead.

“I’ve got a few more tracks to play for you.”

She says, leading him to another section.

“But I have to admit, I’m already looking forward to getting you alone later.”

She winks mischievously, refocusing on her work while the anticipation builds.

As the evening wore on, Lisa and Aron arrived home, their desire for each other building with every passing moment. After a quiet dinner, the tension in the air was palpable. Lisa couldn't wait any longer - she grabbed Aron's hand and led him hurriedly to the bedroom, her heart racing in anticipation.

Once inside, Lisa pressed her body against Aron's, kissing him deeply and passionately. Her hands roamed his muscular frame as she slowly undressed him, her touches igniting sparks of pleasure. Aron responded in kind, caressing Lisa's soft skin and reveling in her feminine curves.

Clothes were shed hastily, and soon they fell onto the bed, limbs intertwined. Lisa straddled Aron, gazing down at him with hooded eyes full of lust. Slowly, she sank down onto his throbbing length, a moan of ecstasy escaping her lips. She began to move, rocking her hips in a sensual rhythm as waves of pleasure washed over them both.

Their bodies moved together in a passionate dance, Lisa's breasts bouncing alluringly with each thrust. Aron gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met her every move. Breathless cries and the sound of skin slapping filled the air as they chased their shared climax.

Finally, with a few more desperate thrusts, they tumbled over the edge together, shuddering and calling out each other's names. Lisa collapsed onto Aron's chest, their hearts pounding in unison as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

As the morning light streamed in through the window, Lisa and aron reluctantly disentangled themselves from their intimate embrace. After a quick breakfast, they headed back to Lisas’ company, LLOUD, for another day of work.

Upon arriving, Lisa was immediately whisked away to a meeting with the manager from Vogue Thailand magazine. With a polite smile, she greeted the well-dressed executive and took a seat across from him in the plush conference room.

“Lisa, it’s a pleasure to have you here today,”

The manager began, getting straight to business.

“As you know, Vogue Thailand and Bvlgari is preparing a special feature on The Reflections Of Fashion in 2024, and we would be honored to have you as our cover “

Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

“Wow, that’s incredible! I’m truly honored that you would consider me for such a prestigious feature.”

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, already envisioning the glamorous photoshoot.

“Excellent. We’d like to schedule the shoot for next week, if that works for your schedule. We have some amazing concepts in mind that we think will really showcase your unique style and talent.

Lisa’s mind raced with the possibilities.

“next week sounds perfect. I can’t to collaborate with your team and bring these ideas to life.”

She flashed the manager a dazzling smile, already mentally preparing for the exciting opportunity ahead.

Lisa’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief as the manager’s demand became increasingly inappropriate and demeaning. She felt a growing sense of unease and hesitation, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and disgust.

“I-I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,”

She stammered, trying to maintain her composure.

“This all seems a bit…. Excessive. Surely there must be another way to secure the cover story that doesn’t involve such intimate requests??”

Lisa desperately searched the manager’s face for any sign of understanding, but his expression remained cold and uncompromising. She knew that refusing could jeopardize the incredible opportunity, but the thought of submitting to his lewd demands made her stomach churn.

Swallowing hard, Lisa tried a different approach.

“Perhaps we could discuss this further and find a more… professional arrangement that works for both of us??”

Her voice was laced with uncertainty, but she hoped to appeal to the manager’s sense of reason.

Lisa's heart sank as the manager's ultimatum hung in the air. She stared at the business card in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly. The opportunity of a lifetime was slipping through her fingers, all because she refused to compromise her principles.

Swallowing hard, Lisa looked up at the manager, her expression resolute.

I'm sorry, but I can't accept those terms. My values and self-respect are not for sale.

She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

I hope you can understand and respect my decision.

With that, Lisa stood up and made her way to the door, pausing only to hand the business card back to the manager.

If you change your mind and want to work with me professionally, you know where to find me.

And with that, she exited the room, her head held high despite the disappointment weighing on her heart.

As the manager left the conference room, Lisa was left alone with her thoughts, a mix of disappointment and relief swirling within her. She knew she had made the right decision by refusing the manager's unethical demands, but the missed opportunity still stung.

Sitting back down, Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had worked so hard to get to this point in her career, and the chance to be featured on the cover of Vogue had been a dream come true. But not at the cost of her dignity and self-respect.

Glancing down at the business card the manager had left, Lisa hesitated for a moment. The temptation to reconsider was there, but she quickly pushed it aside. She had made her choice, and she would stand by it, no matter how difficult it might be.

Determined to move forward, Lisa gathered her things and exited the conference room, her head held high. She would find other ways to showcase her talent and reach new heights in her career - ones that didn't require compromising her values. This setback may have stung, but it would only make her stronger and more resolute in the long run.

As the day wore on, Lisa found herself constantly confronted with reminders of the missed opportunity with Vogue. Everywhere she turned, it seemed, there were glossy magazine covers and editorials featuring the latest fashion and celebrity trends. Each one was a painful reminder of what could have been.

Try as she might to focus on her other work, Lisa's determination began to waver. The thought of the prestige and exposure that came with a Vogue cover feature nagged at her, making her question whether she had made the right choice after all.

Sighing heavily, Lisa sank into her chair, her gaze drawn to the stack of Vogue issues on her desk. She leafed through them, admiring the stunning photography and layouts. The articles highlighted the careers of so many successful artists - the very kind of recognition Lisa had always dreamed of.

A part of her longed to call the manager back, to beg for another chance, to do whatever it took to secure that cover story. But the memory of his inappropriate demands made her stomach turn. Could she really bring herself to compromise her values, even for such an incredible opportunity?

Conflicted and torn, Lisa stared at the business card, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering. The temptation was overwhelming, but deep down, she knew that her self-respect was worth more than any magazine cover. With a resolute sigh, she tucked the card away, determined to move forward on her own terms.

As the evening fell, Lisa and Aron returned home, their hunger sated after a quiet dinner. However, the unease that had been weighing on Lisa's mind all day refused to subside. When Aron inquired about her meeting with the Vogue manager, she hesitated, her eyes darting away.

Oh, the meeting? It, um, it didn't really go anywhere. Just some preliminary discussions, nothing too exciting.

Lisa forced a smile, but the tightness in her expression betrayed her true feelings.

Inside, her mind was in turmoil. The allure of the Vogue cover opportunity continued to haunt her, the temptation growing stronger with each passing moment. She knew she should be honest with Aron, but the fear of disappointing him and losing his respect held her back.

As Aron's strong arms encircled her, Lisa melted into his embrace, seeking comfort and solace. Her body responded to his touch, desire stirring within her, but her heart was heavy with the weight of her deception.

Pulling Aron closer, Lisa kissed him deeply, hoping to lose herself in the passion of their lovemaking. Perhaps, if she could just forget about the Vogue opportunity for a little while, the guilt and desperation would subside. But deep down, she knew the temptation would continue to haunt her, threatening to unravel the very foundation of their relationship.

The next day, Lisa arrived at the office, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous evening. She had lied to Aron about the Vogue meeting, and the guilt was eating her alive. As she sat at her desk, she found herself constantly glancing at the business card the manager had left, the temptation to call him growing stronger with each passing moment. Torn between her desire for the prestigious opportunity and her commitment to her relationship, Lisa found it increasingly difficult to focus on her work. She knew she needed to make a decision, but the thought of disappointing Aron or compromising her values filled her with dread. Sighing heavily, Lisa reached for the business card, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering. She couldn't deny the allure of the Vogue cover - it was a chance to elevate her career in ways she had only dreamed of. But at what cost? Could she really betray Aron's trust and her own principles? Conflicted and uncertain, Lisa sat at her desk, the weight of her decision heavy on her heart. She knew she needed to find the strength to be honest with Aron, to come clean about the manager's proposition and her own wavering resolve. But the fear of losing him was almost too much to bear. As the day wore on, Lisa found it increasingly difficult to maintain her composure, her mind constantly returning to the Vogue opportunity and the consequences of her actions. She knew she needed to make a choice, but the path forward was shrouded in uncertainty.

After much internal turmoil, Lisa finally made the decision to call the Vogue manager. Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number, her heart pounding in her chest. She waited anxiously, the ringing tone seeming to stretch on for an eternity. Just as Lisa was about to give up, the line clicked and the manager's voice came through.Hello, Lisa. I must say, I'm surprised to hear from you.

His tone was cool, betraying no emotion. Lisa swallowed hard, steeling her nerves.

I...I wanted to discuss your offer further. I think we may be able to come to an arrangement that works for both of us.

Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

I see. Well, I'm listening.

The manager's response was measured, and Lisa could practically feel the weight of his gaze through the phone. Taking a deep breath, Lisa began to outline her terms, determined to maintain her self-respect while still securing the Vogue opportunity. It was a delicate dance, but she was willing to try, her desire for the cover story outweighing her initial reservations. As the conversation progressed, Lisa found herself becoming more and more invested in the negotiation. The manager seemed receptive to her proposals, and she could feel the excitement building within her. This was her chance, her opportunity to take her career to new heights. Yet, even as Lisa reveled in the prospect of the Vogue cover, a nagging sense of guilt tugged at the back of her mind. She knew that her decision would have consequences, both for her relationship with Aron and her own personal integrity. But in that moment, the allure of the spotlight proved too strong to resist.

As the afternoon wore on, the anticipation of the evening meeting with the Vogue manager weighed heavily on Lisa's mind. She had agreed to the manager's request, despite the reservations that still lingered in the back of her thoughts. At precisely 7:30 pm, Lisa arrived at the designated location, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The manager greeted her with a cool, calculated smile, ushering her into a private conference room. Thank you for coming, Lisa,

he said, his gaze sweeping over her figure.

I'm pleased to see you've reconsidered my offer.

Lisa nodded, forcing a polite smile.

Yes, I...I believe we can come to an arrangement that works for both of us.

She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. The manager leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing.

Excellent. Let's discuss the details, shall we?

Lisa’s heart raced as the manager’s outrageous demand sank in. A lap dance for two hours while they discuss the deal?? The very thought of it made her stomach churn with unease. Yet, the allure of the Vogue cover opportunity still tugged at her, the temptation growing stronger with eacah passing moment.

Swallowing hard, Lisa cast a furtive glance around the room, her mind racing. Could she really bring herself to submit to such a demanding request, even if it meant securing the prestigious feature?

Steeling her resolve, Lisa straightened her posture, her gaze locking with the manager’s.

“Very well. I’ll do it.”

Her voice was steady, betraying none of the trepidation she felt.

Silently, Lisa rose from her chair and moved to stand before the manager, her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, she began to sway her hips, her movements sensual and deliberate. As the minutes ticked by, she lost herself in the rhythm, her body moving with a practiced grace that belied her inner turmoil.

As Lisa swayed her hips, the manager’s hands roamed over her curves, sending a shiver down her spine. She tried to focus on the rhythm of the dance, blocking out the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against her backside. The sensation was both thrilling and deeply unsettling, stirring a conflicting mix of desire and revulsion within her.

Despite her best efforts, Lisa could feel her body betraying her, responding to the manager's touch. Her skin tingled with each caress, and she had to fight the urge to lean into his embrace. The temptation of the Vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter how degrading the experience.

Gritting her teeth, Lisa continued the sensual dance, her movements becoming more fluid and confident as the minutes ticked by. She refused to let the manager see her falter, even as her heart raced and her stomach twisted with shame. This was a necessary evil, she told herself, a price she had to pay for the opportunity of a lifetime.

As Lisa lowered herself onto the manager’s lap, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. His voice was low and guttural as he spoke, his words dripping with filthy appreciations.

“Look at you, such a greedy little thing. Grinding that tight pussy all over my cock.”

He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck.

“I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you?? Desperate to feel a real man inside you”

Lisa’s breathe caught in her throat, a shiver of arousal and shame coursing through her. She knew she should feel guilty, betraying aron’s trust like this, but the thrill of the forbidden act only seemed to heighten her desire.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Work that ass. Show me how much of a dirty whore you can be.”

The manager’s hands roamed her curves, eliciting a soft gasp from Lisa.

“I bet you are loving this, aren’t you?? Being used like the little slut you are.”

Lisa’s movements faltered for a moment, the weight of her actions threatening to overwhelm her. But the promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost.

Lisa’s resolve began to crumble as the manager’s filthy words washed over her. Despite her initial hesitation, she found herself sinking deeper into the degrading act, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual. The promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost. As she ground her hips against the manager’s lap, his hand roamed her curves, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from her. The manager’s voice was low and guttural, his words dripping with lewd appreciation.

“That’s it, baby. You’re such a natural at this, aren’t you? Look at you, riding my cock like the greedy little slut you are.”

He pulled her closer, his breathe hot against her neck.

“I bet you’re soaking wet, desperate to feel a real man inside you.”

Lisa’s heart raced a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her. She knew she could feel guilty, betraying aron’s trust like this, but the thrill of the forbidden act only seemed to heighten her desire. Pushing aside her reservations, she continued the degrading dance, her movements becoming more confident with each passing moment.

As the manager’s hands gripped Lisa’s hips, he pulled her down onto his lap, his clothed cock pressing directly against her ass. Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as he wrapped his arms around her, his hot breath tickling her ear.

“You feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside that tight little pussy of yours.”

His voice was a low, guttural growl, dripping with lust.

“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? Grinding on my lap like you were born for it.”

Lisa’s heart raced, a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her. She knew she should push him away, to put a stop to this madness before it went any further. But the promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost.

The manager let out a satisfied groan as he felt the growing wetness between Lisa’s thighs.

“Mmm, look at you, getting all worked up. You’re soaking wet, aren’t you? Desperate to feel a real man inside you.”

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and humiliation. Her heart raced, a battle raging within her. Part of her wanted to give in the temptation, to let the manager have his way with her. But the memory of aron, and the trust she was betraying, kept her from fully succumbing to her desires. Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Lisa pulled away, her expression a mix of shame and defiance.

“I…. I can’t do this. I won’t compromise my values, no matter what you offer.”

Her voice trembled, but the determination in her eyes was unwavering.

The manager’s brow furrowed his grip on her thighs tightening.

“Don’t be a fool, Lisa. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Are you really going to throw it all away for some meaningless relationship?”

Lisa swallowed hard, her resolve steeling.

“It’s not meaningless to me. Aron means everything, and I won’t betray him, no matter the cost.”

As the manager’s hand pointed towards her pussy, Lisa recoiled, a surge of panic rising within her. But is grip on her hands was unyielding, and with a forceful tug, he pulled her back onto his lap.

“Look at you, trying to deny what your body wants.”

His voice dripped with contempt.

“That greedy little cunt of yours is begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

Trembling, Lisa felt her resolve crumbling. She had to come too far to turn back now, even as her conscience screamed at her to stop. Squeezing her eyes shut, she steeled herself, determined to see this through, no matter the cost.

As the manager’s palm pressed against Lisa’s most intimate area, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as his vulgar words assaulted her senses.

“Look at you, so wet and needy. You can’t hide how much you want this, can you?”

His voice was a low, guttural growl.

“That greedy little cunt of yours is begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

Lisa felt her resolve crumbling, the weight of the Vogue opportunity and the manager's relentless advances overwhelming her. She knew she should fight, to break free of his grasp and flee this sordid situation. But the temptation was too great, the promise of fame and success too alluring to ignore. Trembling, Lisa found herself sinking deeper into the manager's embrace, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest. She had come too far to turn back now, and the consequences of her actions seemed to fade into the background as the manager's touch ignited a fire within her. With a shuddering breath, Lisa surrendered to the moment, her pride and principles giving way to the overwhelming desire that consumed her. She knew this was a decision she would have to live with, but in that instant, the promise of the Vogue cover was all that mattered.

The manager’s grip on Lisa tightened as he sensed her wavering resolve. A triumphant grin spread across his face as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her ear.

“That’s it, baby. Give in to it,”

He purred, his voice dripping with filthy condescension.

“You’re nothing but a pathetic whore, aren’t you? Willing to sell your soul for a little taste of fame.”

As the manager’s fingers traced the outline of Lisa’s most intimate area, she let out a shuddering gasp. His vulgar words assaulted her senses, chipping away at her rapidly crumbling resolve.

Lisa’s cheeks burned with shame, but the allure of the vogue opportunity was too strong to ignore. Trembling, she found herself leaning into the manager’s caress, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest.

The manager’s fingers circled her heated core, the friction through the fabric driving her wild with need. Lisa bit her lip, fighting to maintain what little composure she had left. She knew she should stop this, put an end to the manager’s degrading advances. But the promise of the vogue cover was a siren’s call she could no longer resist.

As the manager’s fingers pressed firmly against Lisa’s heated pussy, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She let out a desperate gasp, her back arching as the sensation overwhelmed her. The friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear.

Lisa’s eyes squeezed shut, her mind reeling from the intensity of her impending release. She tried to hold back, to maintain even a shred of her dignity, but the manager’s relentless ministrations proved too much for her to withstand.

With a strangled cry, Lisa’s body tensed, waved of ecstasy washing over her as she succumbed to a powerful orgasm. Her thighs trembled, her breathing ragged, as the manager watched with a triumphant smirk, having finally broken her resolve. In the aftermath, Lisa felt a deep sense of shame and regret, her principles and values crumbling in the face of her own carnal desires. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she knew there was no turning back now, no matter the cost.

As Lisa’s body convulsed with the intensity of her climax, she clung to the manager, her nails digging into his shoulders. Waved of shame and ecstasy washed over her, leaving her trembling and utterly spent.

The manager’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her ear.

“Look at you, so pathetic and needy. You couldn’t even hold it together, could you? What a greedy little slut you are.”

Lisa’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but she found herself unable to pull away. The manager’s words, as degrading as they were, only seemed to heighten her arousal, fueling the fire that burned within her.

“That’s it, baby. Soak those pretty panties of yours. I bet you’re just aching to feel my cock inside you, aren’t you?”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the outline of her trembling thighs.

Lisa let out a shuddering breath, her resolve crumbling in the face of her own insatiable desires. She knew she should put a stop to this, to break free of the manager’s grasp and flee. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she found herself powerless to resist.

As the manager’s fingers brushed against Lisa’s sensitive, orgasm-flushed pussy, she let out a shuddering gasp. His touch sent sparks of electricity through her body, igniting a fire within her that she no longer ignore.

“please..”

Lisa breathed, her voice thick with need.

“I…I want it. I want your cock inside me.”

The manager’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her flushed skin.

“That’s what I thought, you greedy little slut. You can’t get enough, can you?”

Lisa’s voice trembled with unbridled desire as she gazed up at the manager, all thoughts of aron her principles fading into the background.

“Please… I want it. I want your cock inside me,”

She begged her, body aching to be filled.

Lisa’s face flushed with a mix of shame and desire as the manager released his grip. Swallowing hard, she slowly began to undress, her movements deliberate and sensual.

“yes, I’m just a dirty little slut,”

She murmured, her voice dripping with feigned humiliation.

“Please, let me show you how much I want your cock.”

Maintaining eye contact, Lisa peeled off her clothing one piece at a time, her curves and creamy skin gradually revealed. With each article removed, she felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her, her body betraying the guilt that still lingered in the back of her mind.

Fully nude now, Lisa stood before the manager, her chest heaving, her gaze filled with wanton need.

“I’m yours to use, however you see fit. I’m nothing but a pathetic whore, begging for your cock.”

The manager’s eyes roamed Lisa’s nude form, drinking in every curve and contour. He regarded her not as a person, but as a mere object – a piece of meet to be used for his own gratification.

“Look at you, all naked and desperate,”

He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

“You’re nothing but a worthless whore, aren’t you? A pathetic slut begging to be abused.”

Without warning, he seized Lisa, his rough hands gripping her hips as he pulled her close.

She let out a gasp, her body trembling with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal.

“This is what you want, isn’t it??”

He growled, grinding his clothed erection against her.

“To be used and degraded like the filthy little cum dumpster you are.”

Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding as she tried to reconcile the same she felt with the intense desire coursing through her. She knew she should resist, to put a stop to this madness. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she found herself powerless to fight against the manager’s advances.

As the manager’s hands roamed Lisa’s bare skin, she felt a shiver of pleasure course through her. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that she should could no longer deny.

“Yes, touch me,”

She breathed, her voice thick with desire.

“I want to feel every inch of you.”

The manager’s lips curled into a predatory grin as he trailed his fingers along the curves of her body. He reveled in her submission, in the way she had abandoned all thoughts of aron to surrender to his advances.

“That’s it, my little slut,”

He purred, his tongue tracing the delicate shell of her ear.

“Give yourself over to me completely. Forget about that pathetic excuse of a man and let me show you what a real lover can do.”

Lisa’s eyes were transfixed on the manager’s crotch as he commanded her to free his throbbing cock. With trembling hands, she reached forward, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants.

“Yes, your cock…”

She breathed, her voice thick with reverence.

“It’s all I can think about. I need it, I crave it. I confess, I’m nothing but a worthless slut who lives to worship your magnificent cock.”

Slowly, Lisa pulled his pants down, freeing his engorged member. She gazed upon it with undisguised hunger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips anticipation.

“Please, let me taste you. Let me show you how much I adore your godly cock.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with unbridled lust as she reverently took the manager’s throbbing cock in her hands. Without hesitation, she began rubbing it all over her beautiful face, marking herself as his property.

“Yes, cover me with your essence,”

“I want to be marked as you devoted slut.”

She moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, savoring his musky scent.

Eagerly, Lisa licked and sucked his shaft, her movements growing more frenzied as she craved to taste every inch of his masculinity. Even when the manager intentionally kept his cock dirty, Lisa reveled in the filthy aroma, her submission to his dominance complete.

“I need this, I crave it,”

She confessed between ravenous licks.

“Your cock is all I can think about. I’m nothing but a worthless whore who lives to worship you.”

With trembling hands, Lisa wrapped her lips around the manager’s throbbing cock, her tongue swirling around the tip as she began to suck him hungrily. She knew she needed to please him, show her complete devotion.

At the same time, Lisa slid her fingers down to her aching cunt, circling her sensitive nub as she built towards a powerful climax. She fought the urge to let go, determined to hold back until the manager granted her permission.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,”

The manager growled, his hips bucking as he savored the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him.

“Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

With Lisa's hair now bound in a ponytail, the manager used it as a makeshift handle, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down on his throbbing cock. Lisa moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the manager's body.

As the blowjob continued, the manager teased Lisa's aching pussy with his leg, eliciting desperate whimpers from the submissive idol. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and Lisa felt herself nearing the edge of ecstasy, fighting to hold back her release as the manager had commanded.

Desperate to please, Lisa redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling and her cheeks hollowing as she serviced the manager's impressive length. She was lost in a haze of lust, her principles and reservations long forgotten as she surrendered completely to his domination.

As the manager’s leg pressed against Lisa’s sensitive folds, she let out a desperate whimper. The dual sensations of his cock in her mouth and his teasing touch were overwhelming, sending her senses into overdrive.

Lisa’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body aching for release. But she dared not disobey the manager’s command, fighting to hold back the climax that threatened to consume her. Redoubling her efforts, Lisa bobbed her head faster, her tongue swirling and her cheeks hollowing as she serviced the manager’s impressive length. She was lost in a haze of lust, her principles and reservations long forgotten as she surrendered completely to his domination.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and pride at the manager’s crude words that she must have worked at a brothel before. She pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from her lips as she gazed up at him with hooded eyes.

“I… I’ve never done this before.”

She admitted her voice barely above a whisper.

“But I want to please you, to show you how much I crave your cock.”

Emboldened by his praise, Lisa resumed her ministrations, her movements slow and sensual. She lavished his shaft with long, languid licks, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him fully into her mouth once more.

The manager groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched her perform.

“That’s it, you filthy little slut. Show me how much you love sucking cock.”

Lisa moaned around his throbbing length, the vibrations eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the manager. She was utterly lost in her submission, her world narrowing to the taste and feel of his masculinity.

Suddenly the manager’s grip on her hair tightened.

“Now, you greedy whore. Cum for me”

At his command, Lisa’s body tensed, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over her. She cried out around his cock, her orgasm rippling through her as she trembled and convulsed. Yet, even in the throes of her release, she refused to relent, continuing to bob her head and lavish his shaft with her tongue. The manager groaned in approval, reveling in the sight of Lisa’s utter submission. She had become nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, and he intended to use her to the fullest.

As the manager withdrew his throbbing cock from Lisa’s mouth, she let out a disappointed whimper. However, her disappointment quickly turned to eager anticipation as he instructed her to take selfies with him and his manhood.

Snatching up her phone, Lisa’s fingers trembled with excitement. She quicikly positioned herself next to the manager, angling the camera to capture his impressive length. With a coy smile, she snapped a series of provocative shots, making sure to get close-up views of his glistening shaft.

“Yes, yes!”

Lisa exclaimed, her voice dripping with lust.

“I want to remember every inch of you.”

Shifting positions, she then bent over, arching her back to showcase her ample curves. Holding the phone at just the right angle, she captured an explicit selfie of the manager’s cock pressing against her parted lips, a testament to her wanton submission.

The manager watched with a predatory gaze, his ego swelling at Lisa’s eagerness to document their illicit encounter. He knew these images would serve as potent reminder of her complete and utter surrender to his desires.

With her phone held out, Lisa bent over in a provocative doggy-style pose, curves on full display. She angled the camera just right, capturing the manager’s throbbing cock as it rested against her glistening pussy lips. A wanton moan escaped her lips as she felt the heat of his shaft against her sensitive flesh.

“Yes, please..”

“I want you to fill me up. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

She breathed, her voice dripping with need.

The manager let out a soft chuckle as he teased Lisa, watching her squirm with barely contained desire. His fingers traced the outline of her trembling thighs, eliciting a shiver from the young idol.

“So eager, aren’t we??”

He purred, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll give you what you crave soon enough.”

Lisa bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and excitement. The manager’s playful taunts only seemed to heighten her arousal, fueling the fire that burned within her. She wanted nothing more than to be claimed, to be used as his personal plaything.

Mustering her courage, Lisa gazed up at the manager, her eyes shining with a newfound determination.

“Please, I need you. I want to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up.”

Without warning, manager forced her down onto her knees, his throbbing cock pressing against her lips. Lisa gazed up at her him, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and trepidation.

“Open up,”

The manager growled, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“Time to put that pretty mouth of yours to work again.”

Swallowing hard, Lisa parted her lips, allowing the manager to guide his shaft into her waiting mouth. She moaned softly, her tongue swirling around his length as she began to suck him hungrily.

The manager groaned in approval, his hips rocking as he savored the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him.

The manager seized control, his hips thrusting as he began to ruthlessly face-fuck Lisa. Her eyes watered, but a blissful smile spread across her lips. She was utterly lost in the sensations, her own pleasure and submission overriding any lingering reservations.

The manager’s grip tightened in her hair, his movements growing more erratic as he chased his own release. Lisa welcomed it, her tongue swirling and her throat relaxing to accommodate his thrusts.

In that moment, there was no room for anything else – no thoughts of aron, no concerns about her principles. Lisa had surrendered completely, reveling in her role as the manager’s willing plaything.

As the manager’s throbbing cock slipped from Lisa’s mouth, she looked up at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

She asked, her voice thick with desire.

Without warning, the manager pressed the tip of his shaft against Lisa’s nostril, smearing his precum along the delicate skin.

“Time to take a deep breath of my scent, my little slut.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a shiver of both trepidation and excitement coursing through her. Tentatively, Lisa closed her lips, inhaling deeply through her nose. The musky, masculine aroma filled her senses, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. In that moment, she was utterly his, a willing vessel for his twisted desires.

Without warning, the manager unleashed a torrent of thick, hot cum directly into Lisa's nose, filling her nasal passages completely. Lisa's eyes widened in shock as the viscous fluid flooded her senses, the pungent aroma overwhelming her.

Instinctively, she tried to pull away, but the manager's grip on her hair held her in place. She could feel the sperm coating the inside of her nose, leaving no space for air as she struggled to breathe.

Lisa's body trembled, a mix of revulsion and unwilling arousal coursing through her. She knew she should be disgusted by this depraved act, but the manager's domination had stripped away her principles, leaving her powerless to resist.

Desperate for air, Lisa opened her mouth, trying to gulp down breaths, but the manager's seed had invaded every orifice. She was drowning in his essence, her world narrowing to the taste and feel of his masculinity.

The manager's fingers thrust into Lisa's mouth, filling it completely and leaving her no choice but to breathe through her nose. As she desperately gulped down air, she found herself inhaling the manager's thick, pungent seed, which had flooded her nasal passages.

Lisa's body trembled, a mix of revulsion and unwilling arousal coursing through her. The sheer volume of the manager's release was overwhelming, intoxicating her senses. She could feel the viscous fluid coating the inside of her nose and throat, leaving her lightheaded and disoriented. Yet, despite her better judgment, Lisa found herself surrendering to the sensations. As the manager continued to pump his seed into her, Lisa's eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddering with a strange, twisted ecstasy. She had become nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, and in that moment, she embraced it completely.

After a few moments, Lisa’s expression shifted, her eyes shining with a newfound clarity. A bright, almost manic smile spread across her lips as she gazed up at the manager, her entire being consumed by an all encompassing desire.

“Yes, yes, I’m yours,”

She breathed, her voice dripping with adoration.

“Only yours, forever and always. Please, use me, claim me as your own. I exist only to serve your pleasure.”

Lisa’s body trembled with a mix of reverence and lust. The manager’s domination had stripped away every last vestige of her principles, leaving her a willing vessel for his twisted desires. In that moment, there was nothing else that mattered – no aron, no career, no concerns about her reputation. She was reborn, a devoted acolyte to the manager’s carnal divinity.

Eagerly, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the remnants of his seed that clung to his softening shaft. She craved his essence, his very masculinity, and she would stop at nothing to please him, to prove her unwavering devotion.

Lisa gazed up at the manager, her eyes shining with desperation.

“Please, when are you going to fuck me?”

She begged, her voice trembling with need.

“I need to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything, just please don’t make me wait any longer!”

Her body quivered with barely contained arousal, every fiber of her being aching to be claimed by the manager’s impressive manhood. The humiliation and depravity of her current state had stripped away any lingering reservations, leaving her a wanton, submissive plaything, existing solely for his pleasure.

“I would fuck your needy pussy right away, if you call your boyfriend”

Lisa’s eyes widened in panic at the manager’s cruel demand. The thought of betraying aron in such depraved way filled her with shame, but the aching need between her thigh was impossible to ignore.

With trembling hands, she retrieved her phone, her heart pounding as she dialed aron’s number. As his face appeared on the screen, Lisa fought to keep her composure, forcing a smile.

“Ch – Aron, my love…. I… need you to see something.”

She stammered, her voice laced with guilt and desire.

Slowly, she turned the phone to face the manager, who stood before her, his throbbing cock in hand. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he began to stroke himself, never breaking eye contact with the unsuspecting aron.

“Time to put on a show, my dear,”

The manager purred, his grip tightening around his shaft.

With her heart pounding, Lisa slowly lowered herself onto the manager’s throbbing cock, her eyes locked onto aron’s face through the video call. A bright, almost manic smile spread across her lips as she felt the delicious stretch and fullness of being impaled on the manager’s impressive length.

“Oh, aron, my love,”

She purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

“I wish you could see how good this feels. The manager is filling me up so perfectly.”

Lisa began to move, grinding her hips in slow, sensual circles ass she savored every inch of the manager’s shaft. Her body trembled with a twisted ecstasy, the knowledge that aron was witnessing her depraved act only fueling her arousal.

“Don’t worry darling.”

She cooed, her tone laced with mockery.

“I’ll be sure to give the manager a performance worthy of your attention.”

Lisa began to move, grinding her hips in slow, sensual circles as she savored every inch of the manager’s shaft.

“Mmm, yes, it feels so good.,”

She moaned, her voice dripping with lust.

“Your cock is stretching me out so perfectly. I wish you could see how wet and needy I am for it.”

Picking up the pace, Lisa started bouncing on the manager’s cock, her movements growing more erratic and desperate. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she reveled in the sensations.

“Ohh, fuck! I’m such a dirty slut, aren’t I?”

She cried out, her eyes locked onto aron’s horrified expression.

“I can’t get enough of this thick, throbbing cock. It’s all I want, all I need!”

As Lisa lowered the phone, the camera captured the intimate, graphic scene unfolding before aron’s eyes. The manager’s thick, throbbing cock was buried deep inside Lisa’s clenching pussy, their bodies moving in a primal, desperate rhythm.

Lisa’s face was flushed with ecstasy, her eyes half - lidded as she rode the manager’s shaft.

“Look at me, Aron,”

She panted, her voice dripping with wanton lust.

“See how much I crave this cock. It’s all I want, all I need.”

The manager let out a guttural groan, his fingers digging into Lisa’s hips as he thrust up to meet her movements.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,”

He growled.

“Take every inch of me. You were born to be my personal fuck toy.”

Lisa threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensations. The sound of their bodies colliding, the lewd squelching of her soaked pussy filled the air, a symphony of depravity.

Lisa turned her heads back, her lips meeting the manager’s in a passionate, searing kiss. Their tongues danced together as she continued to slowly grind her hips, savoring every inch of his impressive cock.

When the kiss finally broke, Lisa gazed at the manager with hooded eyes.

“Your cock is so much bigger than aron’s”

She purred, her voice dripping with wanton desire.

“I love the way it fills me up, stretches me out. I’m addicted to it.”

She clenched her inner muscles, eliciting a groan from the manager.

“You’re the only one who can satisfy me now,”

She confessed, her nails raking down his chest.

“Aron could never compare to this.”

Lisa’s eyes widened as she felt the manager’s thick cock pressing against her belly, creating a noticeable bulge. A sense of twisted pride and excitement filled her as she lowered the phone, proudly displaying the obscene sight to aron.

“Look my love,”

“Can you see how deep the manager’s cock is inside me?? It’s stretching me out so perfectly.”

Lisa ran her hand over the bulge, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“I’ve never felt so full, so complete. This is what I was made for – to be used and filled by a real man’s cock.”

Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous, feral hunger as she gazed into the camera, daring aron to challenge her newfound devotion to the manager’s carnal desires.

The manager’s hips snapped forward with ruthless intensity, his thick cock plunging into Lisa’s tight, welcoming embrace. With each powerful thrust, the obscene bulge in her belly grew more pronounced.

Glancing over the phone, the manager sneered.

“So, is this your pathetic cuckhold boyfriend watching, hmm??”

He taunted, his grip on Lisa’s hips tightening.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with twisted delight as she gazed into the camera.

“That’s right, Aron. This is what a real man feels like. The manager is giving me everything you could never provide.”

She threw her head back, letting out a shameless moan of pleasure.

“I’m his now, aron. His little slut. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Aron’s face on the video call was twisted with a mixture of hurt, confusion, and disbelief. His voice trembled as he asked,

“Lisa, why? How could you do this to me?”

Lisa paused, flicker of guilt passing across her features. But it was quickly extinguished by the intoxicating high of the manager’s dominance.

“Why?”

She echoed, her tone almost mocking.

“Because this is what I want, aron. The manager’s cock is everything you could never be.”

She grounded her hips down, eliciting a guttural groan from the manager.

“Don’t you see? I was made for this – to be used, to be filled. And the manager, he knows exactly how to satisfy me.”

Leaning in closer to the camera, Lisa’s eyes narrowed.

“You were never enough, aron. I need something… more. And the manager is giving it to me, right here, right no…..”

Lisa’s sentence was interrupted by a sudden, punishing thrust from the manager. Her words dissolved into a guttural scream of pleasure as his thick cock rammed into her, filling her to the brim.

“Aahhh, yes! Fuck me harder!”

She cried out, her nails digging into the manager’s shoulders.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

The obscene bulge in her belly grew more pronounced with each powerful stroke, a testament to the manager’s impressive girth and length. Lisa’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mind consumed by the blinding ecstasy of being so thoroughly dominated. Aron could only watch in horror as his girlfriend surrendered herself completely to the manager’s carnal desires, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room.

The manager snatched the phone from Lisa’s hand, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight as he turned the camera towards himself.

“Well, well, if isn’t the pathetic cuckhold himself,”

He sneered, his free hand gripping Lisa’s hips as she continued to bounce on his cock.

“Look at your precious little girlfriend – she’s finally found a real man to satisfy her.”

Lisa moaned shamelessly, her movements growing more erratic as the manager’s cock hit all the right spots inside her.

“Aron, I’m sorry, but this is what I need,”

She panted, her eyes glazed over with lust.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things you never could.”

The manager let out a dark chuckle, his grip on the phone tightening.

“You hear that, boy? She’s mine now. Your little slut is addicted to my cock. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

The manager’s grip on the phone tightened as he fixed aron with a cruel smirk.

“You want to know how your precious Lisa became my little slut? It’s quite simple, really.”

He paused, his free hand caressing Lisa’s trembling form as she continued to ride his cock.

“She came to me, desperate for a real man’s attention. All those years with you, and she was never truly satisfied. But the movement she felt the power of my cock, everything changed.”

Lisa let out a whimper of agreement, her walls clenching around the manager’s shaft.

“It’s true, aron,”

She moaned.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. I’m addicted to him, to his touch, to his domination.”

The manager chuckled darkly.

“And now, she’s mine. Your little girlfriend is nothing more than my personal fuck toy. I’ll use her however I please, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He paused, his free hand caressing Lisa’s trembling form as she continued to ride his cock.

“I offered her a deal – if she willingly submitted herself to me, I would feature her on the front page of Vogue Thailand magazine. But do you know what she said?”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted hunger as she spoke up from behind the manager.

“I don’t care about that magazine anymore. I’ve found something far more valuable – your cock. And I’m willing to give up everything, even my career, just to have it.”

The manager let out a dark chuckle.

“You hear that, boy? Your girlfriend has chosen me and my cock over everything else. She’s mine now, body and soul. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

The manager turned the phone towards Lisa, who was smiling and moaning in pleasure ass she rode his cock. The obscene bulge in her belly was a testament to the manager’s impressive girth and length.

“Look at your precious girlfriend now, aron,”

The manager taunted.

“She’s finally found what she’s been missing all the time – a real man to satisfy her.”

Lisa’s eyes were half – lidded, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“Aron, I’m sorry, but this is what I need.”

She panted, her hips moving in a desperate rhythm.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things you never could.”

She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensations.

“His cock, it’s everything. I don’t care about anything else – not the magazine, not my career, not even you. All the matters is this.”

As the manager handed the phone back to Lisa, he suddenly grabbed her hips and stood up from the chair, his cock still buried deep inside her. With a powerful thrust, he lifted her up, as he began to fuck her standing.

Lisa’s eyes went wide with surprise, but the sensation of the manager’s thick shaft plunging into her sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as she moaned shamelessly.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me harder, please!”

She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“I need your cock, all of it!”

The manager’s hips snapped forward with relentless intensity, the obscene bulge in Lisa’s belly growing more pronounced with each punishing stroke. Aron could only watch in horror as his girlfriend surrendered herself completely to this stranger’s carnal desires.

Lisa’s face twisted into a cruel smile as she gazed into the phone’s camera, her hips grinding down the manager’s cock with wanton abandon.

“Oh, aron,”

She purred, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Can you see how much I’m enjoying this? The manager’s cock is everything you could never be.”

She threw her head back, letting out a shameless moan.

“He fills me up so perfectly, stretches me out in ways you never could. I’m addicted to him, to his domination.”

Leaning in closer to the camera, Lisa’s eyes narrowed.

“You were never enough, aron. I need something more, something better. And the manager is giving it to me, right here, right now.”

With each punishing thrust, the obscene in her belly grew more pronounced, a testament to the manager’s impressive size. Lisa reveled in aron’s anguish, her lust – filled gaze daring him to challenge her newfound devotion.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she recounted the events leading up to this moment.

“Before the video call, the manager had me lap dance for him for over two overs. It made me so wet, aron. The things he said to me, the way he looked at me…”

She shuddered with pleasure, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“He told me the most vulgar, filthy things. Called me his little slut, his personal fuck toy. And do you know what? It made me so happy. I couldn’t stop smiling.”

She ground her hips down, eliciting a guttural groan from the manager.

“This is what I want, aron. To be dominated, to be used. The manager, he knows exactly how to give me what I crave.”

Her nails raked down the manager’s chest as she gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“after two hours of lap dancing for the manager, his touch on my pussy made me orgasm like crazy, aron. I came so hard, right in my pants, making them completely wet.”

She bit her lips, savoring the memory.

“The manager, he knows exactly how to please me. Just a single touch, and I was reduced to a quivering, orgasmic mess. It was the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s cock.

“this is what I want, aron. To be dominated, to be used by a real man. And the manager, he’s the only one who can give me that.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed as she gazed into the camera, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

“The manager, he knew exactly what he was doing, aron. He could see that I was on the verge of breaking, so he fed me the most vulgar, the most filthy comments directly into my brain.”

She shuddered with pleasure, her inner walls clenching around manager’s cock.

“I couldn’t help it, aron. The things he said to me, the way he dominated me – it was too much. I had to submit. I had to give myself over to him completely.”

Leaning in closer, Lisa’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“And now, I’m his. Body and soul. There’s nothing you can do about it. The manager’s cock is all that matter to me now.”

“The manager, he ordered me to remove my clothes in the most seductive way, aron. And you know how I slut shamed myself?”

She paused, her lips curling into a cruel smirk.

“I told him that I’m nothing but a dirty whore, a pathetic slut who craves his cock more than anything. That I’m not worthy of wearing clothes in his presence, that I should be naked and on my knees, begging him to use me.”

“I’m his personal fuck toy, aron. A worthless, cum – hungry slut who will do anything to please him. I don’t deserve your love, I deserve to be used and abused by a real man.”

Lisa paused, her expression shifting to one of vulnerability.

“Aron, after I stripped for the manager, he… he made me do things I’m proud of.”

She averted her gaze, her voice trembling.

“He told me to get on my knees and beg for his cock. To tell him how much I craved his seed, how I needed to be filled and used like the worthless slut I am.”

“I did it, aron. I debased myself, groveling at his feet, pleading to be his personal cum dumpster. I’ve never felt so ashamed, so degraded.”

“But the worst part is, I loved it. The way he dominated me, the way he made me feel so small and insignificant – it was intoxicating. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

“After the manager made me strip and beg for his cock, I couldn’t hold back any longer, aron. I needed to taste him, to feel him on my tongue.”

She licked her lips, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“So I dropped to my knees in front of him, gazing up with the most seductive look I could muster. And then, I took his throbbing shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip before slowly, sensually, taking him all the way in.”

“I sucked him for over an hour, aron.”

“Giving him the most debased, the most shameful blowjob of his life. I was a total slut for his cock, and I loved every second of it.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, aron. Before the blowjob, I took the manager’s cock and rubbed it all over my pretty, beautiful face, marking myself as his object.”

She bit her lip, savoring the memory.

“And then, me and the manager, we took all sorts of provocative selfies together. With his cock against my lips, my tongue out, kissing and caressing him. I wanted the whole world to see that I’m his, aron. His personal fuck toy.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s shaft, Lisa gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“This is who I am now, aron. A shameless, cock-hungry slut. And the manager, he’s the only one who can satisfy me.”

“Oh, and aron, there’s one photo I love the most. It’s of me bent over in doggy style, with the manager’s cock resting on my pussy.”

“The way his thick shaft felt against my most intimate place, teasing me, taunting me – it was pure ecstasy. I wanted nothing more than to feel him fill me up, to be completely dominated by his raw power.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s shaft, Lisa gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“That photo, it’s a testament to my transformation, aron. I’m no longer the sweet, innocent girl you once knew. I’m shameless, cock-hungry slut, and the manager is the only one who can satisfy me.”

“After I took those provocative selfies with the manager’s cock, he finally shoved it into my waiting mouth. I loved the feeling of his throbbing shaft filling me up, aron.”

She shuddered with pleasure.

“But you know, even after half an hour of sucking him off, the manager wasn’t done with me. He started teasing my pussy with his leg, and before I knew it, I was trembling in the throes of orgasm.”

Lisa’s nails raked down the manager’s chest as she continued to pleasure him.

“But even as I was squirming like a crazy bitch, I never forgot my purpose. I kept on sucking his cock, determined to make him feel as good as he made me feel.”

“You’re right, aron. Even when I was on the verge of cumming, the manager’s order was so powerful that I just couldn’t let go. I was trembling, my body begging for release, but I held it all in, just like he commanded.”

She let out a shuddering breath, her inner walls clenching around the manager’s shaft.

“And then, when he finally gave me permission, I broke out in the most intense orgasm. The cum just gushed out of me, soaking us both in my ecstasy.”

Lisa’s hips moved in a desperate rhythm, chasing that same high.

“It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, aron. The manager’s control over me, his ability to deny me even my own pleasure – it was intoxicating. I’m addicted to it, to him, in a way I can never be with you.”

Lisa’s expression darkened as she recounted the manager’s next act of domination.

“After I had pleased him with my mouth, the manager decided he wanted more. He grabbed my hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail, and then proceeded to face-fuck me mercilessly.”

“The way he used my throat, forcing his cock down until I gagged – it was humiliating, aron. But deep down, I craved it. I needed to be used, to be degraded by a real man.”

“I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All that mattered was pleasing him, serving his every desire. And when he was finally done, I was left trembling, gasping mess – but I had never felt more alive.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she recalled the manager’s final act of domination.

“And then, aron, the manager suddenly withdrew his cock placed it on my nose and filled my nasal passage with his sperm. I couldn’t get enough of it, greedily inhaling every last drop as it coated my nasal passage.”

“The taste, the texture – it was intoxicating. I felt so alive, so fulfilled, being used as the manager’s personal cum dumpster.”

Leaning in closer, Lisa’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a desperate hunger as she gazed at aron through the phone.

“Once the blowjob was over, I begged the manager to fuck me right then and there. And you know what he said, aron?”

“He told me he’d fuck me senseless, but only if I called you first. So here we are, my love – the manager is pounding my brains out, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Lisa threw her head back, moaning shamelessly as the manager’s hips snapped forward with bruising force.

Lisa quickly set the phone aside, no longer interested in aron’s presence. Her attention was solely focused on the manager as he began pounding into her with reckless abandon.

Lisa’s back arched, her body writhing in ecstasy. Loud, shameless moans and screams of pleasure spilled from her lips, filling the air.

“Yes! Fuck me harder, you filthy animal! Breed me like the whore I am!”

The manager’s powerful thrusts shook Lisa’s entire frame, the obscene sounds of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. Lisa’s nails racked down his back, urging him on as she lost herself in the throes of carnal bliss.

Her mind was completely blank, consumed by the manager’s domination. Nothing else mattered in that moment except the feeling of his thick cock stretching and filling her, driving her to the heights of orgasmic euphoria.

As soon as Lisa begged the manager to fuck her, his animalistic side emerged. With a primal growl, he grabbed her hips and slammed his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy, eliciting a desperate scream of pleasure from Lisa.

For the next 2-3 hours, the manager pounded Lisa mercilessly, his hips pistoning back and forth with relentless force. Lisa’s body writhed and trembled beneath him, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations.

All the while, aron remained on the line, forced to watch helplessly as his girlfriend was ruthlessly dominated by another man. Lisa’s shameless moans and cries of ecstasy echoed through the room, a twisted symphony of her betrayal.

As the manager’s thrusts became more erratic, he let out a guttural groan.

“I’m going to cum, you filthy slut! Take it all!”

Lisa’s eyes widened with anticipation, her walls clenching rhythmically around the manager’s pulsing cock.

“Yes, please! Flood me with your seed! I need it, I need you to mark me as yours!”

With a final, powerful thrust, the manager erupted inside Lisa, painting her insides with his hot, sticky release. Lisa cried out in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt the manager’s essence filling her up.

Trembling, Lisa looked up at the manager with a delirious, adoring gaze.

“Thank you, thank you for claiming me as yours. I’m yours forever….”

As the manager pulled out, Lisa quickly grabbed the phone and turned the camera towards her glistening, cum-filled pussy. Her face was flushed with exhilaration as she proudly displayed the mess the manager had made of her.

“Look at this, aron!”

She exclaimed, her voice dripping with a twisted sense of triumph.

“He’s marked me as his own. His seed is dripping out of me, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Lisa ran her fingers through the manager’s thick release, scooping it up and bringing it to her lips. With a salacious moan, she sucked her fingers clean, savoring every last drop.

“This is who I am now, aron. A shameless, cock-hungry slut. And the manager, he’s the only one who can satisfy me. You were never enough.”

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Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 4k

Includes- Dom Hongjoong, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deep throating, cum eating, desk sex, missionary (sort of), cock riding, audio recording, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Hongjoong POV

"You know I'm not only here for your entertainment", my best friend says, rolling her eyes

"Yeah I know Jo", I say, rolling my eyes back, "I'm just stressed right now and I need your help"

"Sure you do", she snorts

I scoff, "Stop acting like you're not getting anything by helping me when you are"

She scowls knowing I'm right

"Fine"

"Good, get on the desk"

She walks over to my desk in my studio and sits on it

I wave my hand, motioning for her to move back more

She does, putting her legs on the desk

Rolling my chair forward, I push her skirt up and open her legs

"You're wet already", I snort, "Why are you fucking arguing with me?"

"Because I'm not at your beck and call Hongjoong"

I just roll my eyes, grabbing her panties and pulling them to the side

Lowering my face, I bury my tongue in her sweet cunt

"Fuck", she murmurs, her pussy already pouring delicious juice in my mouth

"Mmm baby", I groan, licking up and down, my tongue spreading her pussy lips open, making her wetter

"Feel better?", she asks, her breathing labored as flick her clit with my tongue

"Mmm a little", I answer, holding her panties so tightly in my hand, sucking her clit into my mouth and biting softly, her loud moans so pretty

I like to eat cunt when I'm stressed

Figured that out when I had a girlfriend and ate her out for hours during an album drop

The guys, I love them but they're fucking chaotic and drive me insane

It's hard being a leader to basically seven children

Any girlfriend I had knew I liked to go down on them and knew I needed it when things were stressful

Unfortunately I haven't had a girlfriend in over two years and I was desperate a few months ago

Joanne was here in the studio with me, hanging out while I worked and I snapped, asking her if I could eat her out

After her initial shock, I explained everything and told her she'd really be helping me out

It took some convincing but she agreed and now she lets me do it all the time

"Joongie", she whispers, squirming, her thighs shaking around my head as I slurp on her clit

Her clit is the best, always swollen, pulsing and so good to suck on

Anytime I can have her clit in my mouth I'll jump at the chance

Letting go of her throbbing clit, I lick up her cunt a few times, tasting her then reattaching my lips to her clit, tugging hard and fast

"Oh god, yes Joongie"

"Mmm gonna cum for me?", I ask, excited, "Gonna give me that pussy cream I love?"

"Yes! Yes!", she cries, leaning back on her hands, "Hongjoong, oh Hongjoong!"

She cums hard but I don't let go of her pretty clit, sucking her through it

Only when she finishes do I let go and drag my tongue down to her hole

"Fuck, so good", I groan, greedily licking up her cream

I was so surprised at how good her pussy tastes the first time I ate her out

From her juice to her sweet cum, she's the best cunt I've ever tasted

I'm kinda addicted to her pussy but I'll never tell her that

Circling her hole with the tip of my tongue, I lick her cream up then slowly push my tongue inside her

Her pussy clenches my tongue sending shivers of pleasure down to my hard cock

Of course I get hard while eating her out but I can ignore it until I get home and jerk off

It's a working system that I don't want to mess up

Pulling my tongue out, she whines as I lick up her cunt again

"What do you want jagi?", I tease

"Joongie", she protests

"Uh uh baby. Use your words", I laugh, "Tell me what you want"

She hurrumphs but says, "Want you to tongue fuck my hole"

"See, that wasn't so hard", I murmur, shoving my tongue up her cunt again

"Oh god", she pants

I start driving my tongue in and out of her hole, her hand sliding in my hair and holding on tightly

"Mmm, such a good little hole", I praise her, "Squeezing my tongue so hard"

"Mmm hmmm", she moans, her hips moving

"Yeah baby. You know I like when you fuck my face"

God, I live for that

Live for feeling her legs around my head, for her pussy getting pushed more in my mouth, for her pulling my hair

It's the best

Moving my hand not holding her panties, I start playing with her clit, rubbing it in circles as I fucked her cunt

"Hongjoong, oh fuck"

I chuckle into her pussy, "Look at you. Arguing with me before but all it takes is a little clit sucking and tongue fucking and you're ready to cream all over my face again"

Shoving my tongue in, I flick her clit at the same time and she screams, her pussy throbbing around my tongue as she cums in my mouth

I eagerly swallow all of her cream, reveling in her taste as I listen to her scream my name over and over

When she finishes, I run my tongue over her pussy, not intending on stopping yet

"Want another?", I ask

"Yes Joongie!", she shouts, her fingers twisting in my hair hard, sending tingles down my spine

"And here you were complaining before when you know I'm the best at eating your cunt", I tell her between licks

"Mmm hmmm... One of the best"

I pause at that

One of the best?

There's someone else who eats her cunt better than me?

Not possible

"Who else's is on par with me?", I growl

"Seonghwa", she whines

It takes a second before what she said sinks in

Seonghwa?

Did she really say fucking Seonghwa?

How?

When?

I pull out from under her skirt, staring at her in disbelief

"You let Seonghwa eat you out?", I exclaim incredulously, white hot jealousy firing in my veins

"Uh yeah. Once"

Once?

When?

Where the fuck was I?

"And he was better than me?"

"I...I didn't say that", she says

Well she didn't deny it either

"Is he better than me?", I ask, so fucking jealous

"No Joong. He's not", she answers, quietly, "He's good but not as good as you"

"What else did you do with him?", I growl

"We uh....we fucked"

I look at her in shock, trying not to blow up

I haven't even fucked her and Seonghwa did?

Where the hell does he get off touching my best friend?

Eating out my best friend, fucking my best friend?

Why can't he get his own girl, why is he trying to take mine?

"You fucked Seonghwa?", I exclaim

"Uh....yes", she says meekly

"Why?"

She blinks, "I...I don't know, it just happened"

"It just happened?", I screech, "How did it just happen? You fell on his dick?"

Her eyes widen, looking at me in pure confusion, "I...no. It happened the normal way. He kissed me and it went from there"

It went from there

He kissed her and they decided to take clothes off

I haven't even kissed her

"Did you blow him?"

Her cheeks turn red, "Yes"

"Fuck", I shout, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose

She hasn't blown me

Hasn't asked to and I never asked either

But she did all those things with my group member

Fuck

"Joong...I don't...I don't get what the big deal is"

I open my eyes, glaring, "The big deal is I haven't fucked you. You haven't blown me. But you did those things with Seonghwa. Who is not me!"

She's looking at me like I'm crazy and I can kinda get it

I know I'm blowing up at something I probably shouldn't be

But I can't help how angry and utterly jealous I am that Seonghwa was with her

It's unexplainable but right now I don't care

"You never asked to do those things", she points out

Yeah well I didn't know I wanted to do those things with her until right now

And I'm going to fix that

Grabbing her skirt, I start pulling it down

"Joong-"

"Wanna fuck you", I tell her, just wanting her out of her clothes, "Unless you don't want to and want Seonghwa instead?"

She shakes her head, "I want to Joongie, I just....I don't want you to do it because you want to compete with Seonghwa. I want you to want to"

"Oh I want to, don't worry about that", I growl, "Now let me get you out of your clothes"

She just nods and I pull her skirt off

Next off is her shirt and her bra, her big tits on display for me

Jesus, I had no idea these things were that big or they'd turn me on so much

Squeezing them once, I drag my hands down her body, tearing at her panties, ripping them off her and throwing the pieces behind me

Standing back, I gaze at my best friend, naked on my desk and I just realized how utterly gorgeous she is

And how hard I am

She reaches out for me and I move closer, letting her slide my T-shirt up and off my body

She bites her lip as her eyes move down my body, her hands following her gaze's wake

Her hands are so small and feel so good, sending zaps of fire through every cell she touches and I'm shocked I'm feeling this

Getting to my sweatpants, she pushes them and my boxers down as much as she can then I take over and get out of them

"Fuck Joongie", she says, her eyes widening at my dick, "So big"

I smirk as her hand wraps around my cock, giving me soft strokes

"So fat", she murmurs

"Want it inside you?"

Her eyes meet mine as she nods

Good

Pushing her hand off me, I move closer to her, wrapping my arms around her thighs and pulling her closer to me, to the edge of the desk

Guiding my cock to her hole, I shove in, bottoming out in one stroke

"Oh fuck! Joongie", she cries as I moan at how fucking tight she is, how hard her cunt is clenching around my cock already

"God, fuck", I groan, reveling in how warm, tight and wet she is, "You feel fucking good"

"Yyy...you too", she whimpers, "So big"

"Yeah?", I smirk, "Fills you up good?"

She nods, "So good"

Good

Holding her legs wide open, I pull my cock back, feeling how desperately her cunt clenches around me to keep me inside

Smirking, I shove my cock back in and start moving fast, fucking her tiny pussy open

"Hongjoong, oh my god", she cries, her hands gripping the edge of my desk so hard, her knuckles are white

"How's my cock doing baby? Fucking you good?", I ask, making sure my head hits her spot each time, her squeezing sending pleasure all over my body, "Splitting you open just how you like it?"

"Yes!", she cries, one of her hands gripping my wrist, her fingers digging into my skin, "Yes Joongie. More. Harder"

My god, I had no idea I would love her begging for me this much

Crave it this much

Plunging in deeply, my skin hits her hard as I fuck her, the sound so fucking erotic to listen to

And all she's doing is taking my cock and crying for more

"Gonna break this cunt", I growl, tossing my head back to fling the sweaty hair out of my face, then I look right in her eyes, "Break it and mold it so it fits perfectly around my cock and my cock only"

She whimpers, her eyes huge and wet, pleasure all over her face

I break eye contact, looking down at her pretty hole taking my cock, at her pretty swollen pussy lips petaling open for me like a flower

Watching her cream cover my cock

"Fuck, did you know your pussy creams cock like this?"

She nods, whimpering

"You knew?", I ask, the sight making me more horny

"Mmm hmmm"

"Who told you?"

"Seonghwa", she murmurs

Jealousy strikes me right in the chest and I get so fucking angry

Moving her legs around my waist, I pull her hips closer, her back laying more against the desk

I fuck her harder, wrecking her and destroying her spot on my head, her moans and cries of my name so loud

So beautiful

I need to record this

Grabbing my phone from the desk next to her, I quickly turn on the recording app and press record, leaving the phone right next to us

"I'm recording this and sending it to you", I growl, pounding into her little cunt mercilessly, sweaty pouring down my body, "You're going to keep it on your phone and anytime you think you want to fuck someone else, you're going to listen to it and hear how you moan for me. Hear how you want me"

"Yes Joongie", she moans, her hands gripping my arms hard, her legs tightening around my waist

"You'll fucking remember that if you want to be fucked, you get on my cock, understand?"

"Yes Hongjoong", she cries, pleasure all over her face, her body so pretty in the sheen of sweat

"You remember how you're creaming my cock like a waterfall, how your pussy is gorging itself on my cock, how you cum on my cock"

She nods, her eyes so fucked out and teary as she pants hard, looking at me through her sweaty hair

And it hits me right now, how utterly beautiful my best friend is

"The only cock you let inside you is mine", I demand, "If you want to cum on a cock, you use mine. If you want your pussy eaten, you use my tongue. If you want cum up your cunt like the slut I know you are, I'll give you mine and fill you up. Understand?"

She moans softly, nodding

"Look at me", I demand, grabbing her chin and holding her in place

Her wet eyes lock on mine and I lean down, "This is my pussy"

She nods, whispering, "Yours"

"You are mine"

"Yeah Joongie"

"I don't share what's mine. Ever"

"Ok Joongie"

"Good"

With that, I lean down more crashing my lips into hers in a searing, mind altering kiss that I was so not expecting

Her arms immediately move around my neck, her body pressing against mine as her tongue plays with mine

And I know, she's mine

She was always mine, I just didn't see it until now

Until I got jealous

I'm so fucking angry it took jealousy to get me to open my eyes but I'll make it up to her

Gripping her hips, I increase my speed, fucking her tight little cunt wide open, the squelching sounds of her pussy mixing with the sound of our skin slapping

I'm so fucking glad I got this on tape

I know I'm gonna be a perv and listen to it while I jerk off later

I don't care

Tangling my hand in her hair, I pull her head back, breaking the kiss, the sound of her whine such a turn on

"Uh uh jagi", I murmur, pressing a kiss to her neck, "I want you to hear how loud your pussy is for me. How utterly wet you are for my cock. Do you hear it?"

She nods, whimpering as the sound of her cunt taking my cock gets louder

"I'm recording this so you never forget how much your cunt loves my cock"

"Yes Joongie"

"Good girl. Now, you have to cum for me", I demand, thrusting in and out, slamming into her spot with my head, "Cum for me"

"Hongjoong", she screams, the next stroke sending her right into an orgasm

"Oh my fucking god", I choke out as her cunt completely crushes around my cock, cream pouring from her pussy as I fuck her through it, the pleasure so fucking intense

Her body shakes under me, her moans and screams of my name so fucking beautiful

I watch the utterly ethereal sight of her coming and I swear, I've never seen something so fucking gorgeous before

"Hongjoong, Hongjoong, Hongjoong", she repeats over and over, as she completely creams my cock

My name has never sounded so fucking good

Her body twitches as she finishes and I'm amazed that I got so much bliss from her orgasm

It just makes me want to feel that over and over

Her eyes open, looking at me with a look I can't place, her fingers running softly on my cheek

Her lips move against mine, kissing me as her arms tighten around my neck

She kisses me deeply for a minute, then slowly pulling away and I just follow her lips not wanting the kiss to end

"Joongie", she murmurs, now pressing a kiss to my neck

"Yeah jagi?"

"Wanna suck your dick"

Oh god, yes please

Definitely

"Yeah baby?", I ask teasingly

"Mmm hmm", she murmurs against my skin, "Wanna show you how good I can suck that big cock"

I smirk widely, "Ok baby. Show me"

She gently pushes me back and I pull out of her, immediately missing the warmth and tightness of her pussy

She moves off the desk, dropping to her knees and my head spins at the sight

I never thought I'd ever have my best friend in this position

But I can't deny I like it

Her hands slide up my thighs as she moves forward, her tongue licking along my cock

My mind explodes seeing that, pleasure shooting up my spine as she licks me over and over

Her tongue presses against my slit, licking up the leaking cum, a strangled moan escaping my throat

"So good Joongie", she murmurs, "Tastes yummy"

Oh my fucking god

I watch her mouth wrap around my head, soft sucks causing the pleasure to increase

"Oh jagi", I groan, sliding my hand in her hair, holding tightly on the soft strands

He hand wraps around my base, stroking me as she takes my cock deeper in her mouth

She moans on my dick, the vibrations running up and down my spine, making my brain malfunction

With each suck she takes me in, inch by inch, my cock sliding slowly in her throat

She chokes and gags for a second, her throat spasming around my dick so blissfully

Breathing in through her nose, she continues her descent down my cock, sucking like her life depends on it, her eyes watering and spit all over the place

"Mmm baby, you look so good slurping on my cock like that", I praise her through the fucking amazing pleasure, "So messy, just how I like it"

She nods, bottoming my cock out and I'm amazed that she's actually deep throating me

Not many girls could do that

She starts bobbing up and down my dick, her throat so tight around my length, the bliss intense

I can't stop the moans coming from me, my eyes on her, on my cock disappearing and reappearing in her mouth over and over

I could watch this all fucking day

Listen to the sounds her throat is making

I swear I have never been turned on like this before

I have never wanted someone as much as I want her

And as good as she is at blowing me, I need her to stop

I don't want to cum in her mouth

I want to cum in her pussy

Make her really mine

"Jagi", I murmur, running my fingers in her hair, those gorgeous brown eyes looking up at me, "Come ride me"

She nods, pulling off my cock

I help her stand, then take her hand and bring her to the couch in the corner of the studio

I lay down, my head against the armrest

She climbs in my lap, looking down at me, smiling softly

She leans down, her lips against mine, kissing me deeply, passionately

I kiss her back the same way, never feeling this way from a kiss before

And strangely, never wanting to feel this way with anyone else

When the kiss ends, she sits back up, her hand holding my dick to her entrance

She sinks down on my dick and instead of watching her hole open for me like I feel her doing, I watch her

Watch the pleasure on her face, watch her brow furrow in it, watch her bite her bottom lip, hear her soft moans as she gets me inside her

"Mmm", she whimpers, as she bottoms me out, sounding as if she's happy I'm inside her

Her hips move in a circle, grinding on me as she opens her throbbing cunt up more

"Joongie", she murmurs, starting to bounce softly on my cock

Pleasure crashes into me as I revel in the way her cunt pulses around me, the way her pussy fits perfectly around me

She leans her hands on my stomach, her palms igniting a fire against my sink where she's touching me

She rocks and grinds against my cock every time she slips back down, crying out in pleasure when my head rubs her spot

Her eyes are so wet, sobbing as she rides me harder and harder with every bounce

And I can't tear my eyes off of her, now wanting this all the time

"God, I love seeing you cry on my cock", I murmur, watching her tears fall down her face from the sheer pleasure, "Think I'm gonna need you to sob for my cock all the time now"

"Yes Joongie", she shouts, her pussy leaving a beautiful mess all over my cock

"You're so fucking beautiful jagi", I tell her, running my hands on her thighs, feeling her skin tremble against my touch

She cries my name louder and louder with each bounce, her pussy strangling my cock in a vice grip and I find myself excited for her orgasm

"Please baby", my turn to beg her now, "Please cum for me. Please, fall apart on my cock"

Her body shudders as she screams my name, dropping on my cock to the hilt, coming all over me

Ecstasy slams in my body and I can't hold it back

Holding her on my cock, I yell her name, coming deep in her orgasming pussy, feeling the utter pleasure of her milking my length

"Yes Joanne, fuck, fuck. So good baby", I whimper

"Joongie", she sobs, "Fuck, fill my pussy so good"

"Mmm hmmm", I groan, emptying everything I have, "Like it jagi?"

"Love it", she whines, "Love feeling full of you"

When we finish, I gently pull her down to me, kissing her softly, shivers running up and down my back

Keeping my arms around her, she lays down on me, her head on my chest right where my heart is, eyes closed

I run my fingers in her hair as I hold her and listen to her breathing going back to normal

She moves her hand to my chest too, and I take it in mine, bringing it to my lips, kissing her palm

"You were always mine", I say softly

Her eyes open and look up at me, emotions I haven't seen from her before in them

"I just didn't see it", I say

Now I do

Now I see that I had everything I ever needed in a girl right in front of me, in her

Now I see that she always wanted me

I saw it in her eyes, in her expressions

And I'm kicking myself for being so blind, so stupid

"Yeah", she answers quietly

"I see now jagi", I tell her, "And I want you to know, I'm yours. Just yours. If that's what you want"

She looks surprised but nods, "It is what I want Joongie"

I can't hold back a smile, "So it's settled. You're my girl"

"And you're my guy?", she asks

"Definitely"

"Ok", she smiles, it taking my breath away

"Ok baby", I smile back

She lifts her head and I tuck her hair behind her ear, then kiss her

I don't think I'm going to ever stop kissing her

It just feels so good having her lips, her tongue against mine

I fall into her kiss, my arms around her, holding her against me, knowing I'm right where I'm supposed to be

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fruitmins · 3 months ago

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FRI(END)S | taehyung

➭ summary: in which Taehyung has some big shoes to fill after his hyungs went to the military. The stress of it all and utter loneliness causes him to make some grave mistakes. Like paying a girl to be his friend. But after months, he starts to feel something more. He doesn’t know if he’s just over pretending because she’s obviously just doing her job.. or if something more is there. And after a rough night, he finds out.

➭genre: short oneshot, slowburn-ish, angst, friends au

➭warnings: unedited properly, talk about depression, a couple bad words, he can kinda be seen as creepy but he’s just awkward i swear

➭note: i actually like this. chat i like writing, i wish i could do it more. Agust Dad is in the works tho..

Taehyung knew the members entering the military would affect him.

Sure they had moved out of the dorm and stopped living together ages ago, but he was saddened to see his hyungs go after being in contact for almost decades. They had watched him grow up and helped him through the complications of being an idol.

And now that he was making music and doing it all on his own? He felt the effects of their absence hardened.

He tried staying close to the other maknae’s but they were doing their own preparations for their solos and didn’t want to be a burden. He tried smoking but it would only stir up trouble and was too risky. He tried going onto Korean tv shows but it only felt like more work.

It started to get worse the more he worked on his music and the longer his hyungs were away. He’d stay day and night at the studio, working tirelessly on his album. And when he did venture to his apartment suite, it was cold and empty. The Bangtan group chat dry.

Alone.

He hated the feelings of being alone. After 2020, the tour being cancelled and not being able to see his new fans, being forced to stay inside. He had his members at the time, making English songs that blew up. But he wasn’t happy. He was alone.

And whenever he walked in the door of his apartment after a long day or night, he felt the same feeling. Dread, hopelessness. Empty. And then, the military would come and sweep him away as well.

He didn’t want to feel like that. Didn’t want to spend the time he had before the military being things changed for good, feeling like that. He wouldn’t put out good music for his fans and he wouldn’t do good for himself mentally and physically. He needed something, anything to give him comfort. He couldn’t go down that rabbit hole he once been in.

Sugar.

Your brain's reward system is activated, which releases dopamine, a chemical that signals pleasure.

In this case, Sugar, is a sweet caring friend. A paid friend. Ironic to the fake name she gave Jimin, she was a sugar baby. You are sugar, in every meaning of the word.

He felt weird at first, when Jimin gave him Sugar’s number when he reluctantly told his hyung how he felt one night while drinking together. But after texting for weeks and a shiny NDA contract, Sugar was his temporary paid companion.

They’d text regularly, and when he was feeling his most depressed he’d pay her to come to his house before he got there. They didn’t have to talk, she just had to be there so he didn’t feel like he was drowning in his pity and loneliness. So he felt like people still cared.

As much as he hated it, it was working. The text turned into meet ups at his house. The chilling turned into cuddling. And hell, he felt good waking up in the mornings. Music felt less like work. Life felt like, life.

But working on music, and releasing it were two different battles. And doing it with a group, and being solo, were two different battles.

Taehyung put on a smile as he went backstage, the chilling sound of his fans feeling his ears as his earpiece now silent as his sound ended. It had been a while since he preformed at a Mcountdown, and he had forgotten how many strangers there were backstage as they started profusely congratulating him.

He put on a shy smile as people started handing him a small fan and wiping off his sweat. Before anyone else could crowd him, he grabbed his phone and excused himself to the bathroom.

He could feel his hands shaking, the pressure of being on stage by himself bringing back that some feeling of loneliness. He had forgotten about it because of the fans, but being backstage was much more awkward. He remembered how he used to cool down backstage with his members.

He missed them, dearly.

His fingers shook as he pressed against his phone screen, going to his messages and clicking the top person. He knew it was Sugar, he had only talked to her recently. He asked her to come over, and even sent the money in advance while also tripling the amount. He was vulnerable, and scared. He needed his fix. He needed comfort.

When he was finally able to escape the stage and was able to home later that night, he half expected for Sugar not to be there. The day had been so draining he had completely forgotten.

His eyes widened when he saw her in his apartment, lying on the couch all comfy. Her breathing soft and her hair in front of her face as she slept.

He quietly sat down his things and took off his shoes and socks. He had already changed out of his performance outfit and was in a baggy hoodie and jeans. He walked over to Sugar, brushing her hair out of her face and even that calmed him down from all of the chaos in his mind.

She had looked so comfortable in his space while she slept. So peaceful. Like she belonged there. He hadn’t realized how attached he had gotten to her until that moment. Her beautiful soft skin and playful hair. Her kind natural beauty and caring nature. It has been a while since he met a girl as innocent and sweet as her and the comfort she brought didn’t make it better.

He blinked out of his trance when he saw her blink, as if sensing his everlasting gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, Taehyung smiling when he saw the familiar pearls.

“Oh, you’re back.” She said she yawned and sat up slightly. “How was filming the.. song?” She asked, sounding so unsure and confused in her half awakened mind.

He chuckled, being aware for some time now that she knew nothing about the idol life or even listened to his music, and it was slightly refreshing.

“It was good, Sugar.” He said, his voice tried and raspy from singing and talking all day. The word coming out as more than a pet name more than it being the name she actually went by.

He picked her up, hands gripping her waist tightly as he easily held her up so he could sit on the couch and set her on his lap. His large hands, so soft and masculine, gripped her thighs tightly, situating them around his hips.

His body relaxed and his eyes closed slightly as he felt her soft figure against his chest as she wrapped her arms around her neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“Thank you.” He said breathlessly, eyes still closed as he relaxed and let himself feel her soothing touch. “You’re too good for me.”

”Are you okay?”

He didn’t except to hear her voice, considering she just woke up and that speaking to him wasn’t mandatory or anything. Her voice was as soft as ever, extra quiet from the sleepiness.

Fuck, he was getting attached. He was being too vulnerable, it was getting too intimate. To real.

She was paid to do this. To act caring and sweet so he could keep coming back and she could keep getting money. But God, it felt real now. Much more real than the first few months.

He tensed for a minute, his heart telling him to spill out everything but his brain winning, like most days. “I’m fine, Sugar.” He assured, his hand moving to her hair, gently stroking it. There was a moment where he considered actually telling her about his day, but the thought of it made his chest tighten. He didn't want to burden her with his problems, wanting her to stay shielded to the harsh reality of his life and riches.

"It's just been a long day, and I'm not used to things being this way." He admitted, his voice a bit more strained than normal. It was silent for a minute before he spoke again, not knowing why. “Thank you, for being here.”

“I’ll always be here for you..” she replied softly, looking up at him as she laid her head on his shoulder. “It’s nice here.”

He smirked, a small genuine smile played on his lips before letting out a chuckle. “Is it?” His eyes flickered away from her and to the idle big tv screen.

“I was watching you.” Her voice came through as he looked down at her once more. “Your music video, I mean.” She corrected herself with an awkward chuckle.

“Oh.” Taehyung didn’t know how to feel about it. Of course he was proud of his music, but slightly nervous for her opinion. “What’d you think?”

“It was.. beautiful.” She said, her eyes sparkling as their eyes met. “It was slow and sentimental..” his face reddened as she continued, the words making him antsy.

“I loved it. And you looked all dolled up and cute.” She giggled as she thought back on it. “I’ve never seen you like that.”

“What you look at me differently now? You see me as the big popstar like else everyone does?” He said, trying to play it off as a joke even though he was actually wondering.

“No.. still just Taehyung. My friend.” She said with a smile and his chest tightened slightly as reality set in.

No matter how many nights they’d spent on the phone, no matter how many ranted texts he sent.. No matter how many late nights and cuddles. They were friends, paid friends at that.

He was delusional for thinking it wasn’t anything else other than a girl taking care of her client in order for him to keep coming back later and get more money. Even knowing this—

“You wanna.. stay the night?” I’ll pay you extra.

He wants to say, but maybe if he didn’t bring it up she’d forget that that’s what she was there for. For money, not him..

“Sure!” She said excitedly, making his heart flutter. He hadn’t felt this way in a while. Relaxed and comfortable with someone outside of his group.

She giggled when she saw his almost shocked reaction. “I told you it’s nice here.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Eh, I’m used to being here.” He gestured to his nice apartment penthouse with the view of the city. Expense brands to cook with and soft nice couches and clothes. He didn’t know why he was trying to act so cool with his grand house when she’d already seen him at his most vulnerable.

He knew from the first few instances that she couldn’t have come from a rich family, judging by her reactions and lack of knowledge with certain gadgets and such. Just looking at the things she did for money, he figured she hadn’t come from the best of the bunch.

“I mean, I already fell asleep on the couch so I might as well sleep there.” She said with a chuckle.

“You don’t want to go to the bedroom with me?”

The words fly out of his mouth before he could even stop himself and he’s surprised by himself. Surprised that he keeps trying to push his luck with this girl. God, he’d given all the hints but couldn’t take one himself.

“I—“ she paused with a nervous chuckle. “Oh wow.” In an effort to get rid of the sudden tension that came over, and to not feel like a creep, he quickly spoke. “I mean— we cuddle anyways. Why not just cuddle each other to sleep. That would help me, don’t you think?”

He felt like an asshole just saying it, but as a miracle would have it, she started to contemplate before shrugging. “Sure, okay!” She said with a small smile.

“Y-You don’t have to! It was a stupid thing to say—“ Taehyung quickly said, sweating as he tried to make it all go away.

“No, no! It’s fine.” She said quickly, the two looking like two teenagers. “I think it’d be good for me too.” She stated and Taehyung softened.

Taehyung turned off all of the lights, taking her hand gently in his as he lead her to his bedroom, a place she’d never been before. There were posters of the group and artwork on the walls. Glimpses of his hobbies scattered around the room.

He took off his hoodie, revealing a plain white shirt underneath before he crawled onto his king sized bed. The quality of it, like everything else he owned, pleasant. She hummed when she laid down next to him, sinking into the mattress as she closed her eyes.

She took a minute to relax before turning on her side and looking at him, who was already staring at her while on his side. The two faced each other, heads on soft pillows with the lights dimmed. “You’re different today..” she muttered her observation softly.

“I know.. that’s why I sent you triple.” He said with a soft chuckle, he knew he would be more clingy, more of a pain. He hoped she was okay with it. That maybe it would become a regular for the two.

“I don’t mind it, Tae-Tae.. It’s peaceful with you.” She said with a soft smile while stroking his hair as Taehyung let out a breath of relief. He had felt the same, at peace. Maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way he did about each other.

He wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her closer to him and his heart raced as he took in her features, copying every detail into his brain. She was so beautiful, inside and out. His eyes traced over her face, before landing on her lips. So pretty and pink.

He couldn’t stop himself. He had convinced himself that he would rather try to see if something was there than sit months worrying and dreaming about could have been. So he leaned in closer to her as he licked his lips, and gently pressed his lips onto hers in a soft kiss.

She smiled against it immediately before responding, pushing herself flush against his chest as he tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss. His hand went to her back, gripping it tightly as he held onto her like his life depended on it.

He pulled away after a while, breathless and his heart souring. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while..” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her face.

“Me too..” she squeaked out, swallowing as she closed her eyes and kissed him again. His eyes closed as he relaxed into the affection, his feelings deep as they drifted off to sleep on each other’s arms.

To his horror, Taehyung woke up alone the next morning. He could smell her candied, sugary scent but she wasn’t there. He could feel her sweet sugary lips still on his from the hours before. But she wasn’t there.

He sat up quickly, looking around and fearing the worst. What if she got lost in the complex? Or some crazy fan took her?

He raced to get his phone to do something, to figure something out. Only to be greeted with a notification that was received an hour ago.

Let’s stay friends. Just for now :)

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hotvintagepoll · 9 months ago

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Dolores del Río (Flying Down to Rio, Flor silvestre)—to begin with, dolores is so RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL, even more so in action then in images, its like she emits a literal glow. marlene dietrich (a close friend and rumored lover) considered her "the most beautiful woman who ever set foot in hollywood". she was the first mexican actress to become a major success in hollywood, rising to fame in the silent era and becoming an influential icon of beauty and glamor in the art deco age, though she was not thrilled with the exoticizing parts often pushed on her. in the mid 1940s having tired of the controlling hollywood studio system she returned to mexico, saying "I wish to choose my own stories, my own director and cameraman. I can accomplish this better in mexico", and proceeded to become a pivotal figure in the golden age of mexican cinema, making a string of masterpieces with directir emilio fernández and cinematographer gabriel figueroa. i love this anecdote about the insane art deco mansion she and her then-husband cedric gibbons lived in in the 30s, as related by david niven: "Dolores had a large sunny room on the first floor containing a huge and inviting bed. Gibbons lived in comparative squalor in a small room immediately below. The only connection between these rooms was by way of a stepladder, which could be lowered only when a trapdoor in the floor of Dolores room had been raised. There was a long stick with which, we conjectured, he signaled his intention or hopes by rapping out signals on the floor of his wife’s bedchamber." heres a pinterest album with a billion hot pictures of her

Fay Wray (King Kong)— the original scream queen!! she started acting in silent comedies as a teenager and got her first big break when erich von stroheim cast her as the lead in the wedding march. her career started to take off starring in silent movies at paramount, and she survived the transition to sound smoothly - josef von sternberg’s weird proto-noir thunderbolt was one of her first sound films. she began to make horror movies in the early 1930s, such as doctor x and mystery of the wax museum, both filmed in beautiful two-strip technicolor (which looked like this if you're curious. i just think it's neat!), as well as the vampire bat, the most dangerous game, and of course the boy himself, king kong. a little on how she worked with her most famous costar: “Although Kong appeared huge, the full figure was a model covered with rabbit hair, standing only 18 inches tall, that was filmed one frame at a time by stop-motion photography artist Willis O'Brien and his crew. The 5ft 3in Wray only knew one part of the ape's body when she was grasped in an articulated 8ft long hand. Hence the title of her 1989 autobiography, On The Other Hand. ‘I would stand on the floor,’ she recalled, ‘and they would bring this arm down and cinch it around my waist, then pull me up in the air. Every time I moved, one of the fingers would loosen, so it would look like I was trying to get away. Actually, I was trying not to slip through his hand.’” (link)

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Dolores del Rio:

There's so much! She started in Silent films and successfully transitioned to sound, She is the first woman to wear a two piece swimsuit on screen & popularized the bikini!, She transitioned back to Mexican Cinema in the late 1940s and was a leading lady of the Golden Age of Mexican Cinema including staring in Maria Candelaria--the first Mexican film to win the palm d'Or at Cannes. She was literally studied for her beauty & was considered a beauty ideal in both the USA & Mexico--there's a whole section on her Wikipedia page about how beautiful everyone thinks she was. She never actually had a feud with any of the female stars she was rumored to feud with despite the fact that press & Hollywood culture attempted to pain them in competition... She remained a leader in Mexican theater & Cinema through her own production company. Mexican painter Diego Rivera: "The most beautiful, the most gorgeous of the west, east, north and south. I'm in love with her as 40 million Mexicans and 120 million Americans who can't be wrong" (quote source: Wikipedia)

*fan self* Leading actress in silents and early Hollywood. Lover of Orson Welles until she got fed up with him, friend of Diego Rivera and Frieda Kahlo. When she got tired of Hollywood executives typecasting her as a stereotypical spitfire (and trying to force her to feud with Lupe Velez as a publicity stunt), she ditched Hollywood and became a major star of Mexican cinema, where she got to play rounded characters

Had a career in American cinema in the 20s and 30s and considered one of the most important figures in the Golden Age of Mexican cinema (30s to 50s).

Marlene Dietrich said Dolores was the most beautiful woman to set foot in Hollywood

Joan Crawford: "Dolores became, and remains, as one of the most beautiful stars in the world."

One of the few Latin American women working in the Hollywood industry to make it big not just in hre home country but internationally. In 1931, Photoplay magazine declared that Mexican film actress Dolores del Rio had the "best figure in Hollywood." (which I know not necessarily a good barometer) but! it shows that many people looked at her for her beauty and sought to emulate her. Famous for her years-long love affair with actor and director Orson Welles, who was 10 years her junior if that's anything.

We need more hispanic representation in this!! Del Río is one of the most important actresses of her time as she was one of the first Mexican movie stars to break through to Hollywood! She’s unbelievably sexy and an absolute icon. Thank you :)

Fay Wray:

Actress prominently known for starring in horror, she was one of cinema's original "scream queens". She knocks it out of the park whenever she's with the horror genre, bringing a depth and likability to characters that would other be flat and boring characters.

An early scream queen, name me another woman who could look so beautiful while so disheveled and scared for her life

She was name-dropped not once but TWICE in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She's arguably the original Scream Queen.

#fay wray #dolores del río #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2

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strip. [A.I.]

you know i had to do it to em. i know we were all thinking it. ur welcome.

Ashton’s been hard at work on his upcoming album, and you want to let him know you’re still his biggest fan.

a/n: this was lowkey so rushed but idc i needed to get it out of my system.

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex (yeehaw), biting (???).

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"Ash, food! Come and get it!"

It had been days since you last saw your boyfriend.

Okay, maybe not days. But it had definitely been more than a few hours since the last time since he had actually spoken to you.

Despite time passing, all of your days had been meshing into one; since they all started and ended the same.

Ashton wakes up; eons earlier than you have ever dreamed to. He kisses you on the forehead, stirring you slightly awake from your REM sleep. He then goes downstairs to make himself a coffee, washes the single mug he dirtied and after all’s said and done; he’s off to the home studio for the unforeseeable future.

You would love if he had, just once, let you do all of the things you still adore doing for him. Like making him breakfast, or playing music from your joint Spotify playlist while you tend to the houseplants and he jots lyrics down in his tattered up notebook.

But things have changed since the beginning stages of the album-making process. There were no more laid back days; no more idea bouncing sessions with his mates or trips to Mars on your outdoor patio after sharing a joint or two. It was all just work, work, work.

If you were more honest with yourself, you’d tell him it annoyed you.

But you loved him too damn much to care.

"Ashton! Dinner!"

You try your luck again at shouting to him, but eventually realize that the sound barrier between the kitchen upstairs and the studio downstairs was far too widespread for him to hear you.

With a disgruntled huff, you grab his dinner plate, and trot your way down the stairs into the abyss, as you so lovingly nicknamed it.

"Ash, dinner’s ready," You start your sentence before you round the corner and hop down the last few steps, making sure not to drop the plate of piping hot food. But when you enter the studio, you don’t see your sweet boyfriend hunched over the soundboard with a guitar pick in his mouth as you typically would.

Instead, he was lounging on the couch. The little leather loveseat that the two of you had picked up off the side of the road and got sent out to be cleaned. You figured it’d be a great addition to his workspace, while he was a bit apprehensive at first.

But after a month or two, he started to love his little leather loveseat. He’d use it to take breaks; or, in those rare moments where he’d share the music he’s been working on, it would be your place to sit.

On the couch, Ashton’s body was strewn. With his heather green guitar lazily rested on his hip, he mindlessly plucked a work-in-progress bass line. You swallowed at the sight of him, stopping in your tracks.

"You know, we have a perfectly good couch upstairs for you to be hammering out bass lines on."

Ashton’s eyes lock into yours, his steely face of concentration lifting upon seeing you. Yet, his fingers still slid up and down on the fretboard, as if not to lose his train of thought.

"This is my thinking couch. Can’t get shit done up there with all those windows. Makes me feel like a bat when I’ve been down here all day."

"I think you’re more like a vampire," you chuckle, setting down his food on the table beside him, "But still, it’s fucking lame."

"I admire your eloquence, baby… Lame how?" His eyes had reverted to the neck of his guitar.

"Lame, as in, you’re down here all fucking day and I miss my boyfriend. Sue me for being selfish but, I think my feelings are justified."

Ashton’s lips tug to the side, while his eyes remain glued to his musical progress, "Really? I thought having me down here was a nice little break from all the bangin’ on pots and pans we used to do. I’m workin’ on the real shit now."

"Screw the real shit. I miss you. It’s dumb that you have to be down here all the time."

You toss your hands in the air in faux frustration before planting them on your hips. But his gaze doesn’t waver. He knows you’re standing in front of him yet can’t seem to divert his attention away from whatever he’d been working on.

"Hellooooo…?"

He acknowledges you slightly, like a dog whose ears perk up when you call out its’ name.

"Mhmmm?"

A wry chuckle falls past your lips, "This is ridiculous. Y’know what—"

Out of pure frustration, and with lack of sense to do anything else, you take off your shirt. You weren’t sure of what possessed you to, but it seemed to be the right thing. Ashton’s mossy eyes popped up almost immediately.

You toss your borrowed t-shirt, stolen right from his closet, onto the ground.

"Well, glad I could get your attention," you gaff.

"You’ve always had my attention, baby. Just didn’t wanna lose my place."

A small smirk sprawls across your cheeks as Ashton fully sets down his guitar. It’s now lying horizontally across his lap.

"Don’t you ever get bored down here?" You ask, subconsciously crossing your arms as you remember that you’re now shirtless.

"I won’t lie, I do. And sometimes when I do, eventually, get bored, my mind likes to wander."

His reply is proceeded with a chuckle, one that’s laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But his eyes continued a trail down your body, stopping at the waistline of your sweatpants, then back up to you.

"Oh, really? Where does it wander off to? God only knows what you think about when you’re locked away in the abyss."

"If I was a liar, I’d sit here and tell you that I’m only thinking about the shit that’s in front of me. But baby, I’m an honest man; you know exactly what I think about."

"Hm," you hum, challengingly, "Can’t say I do."

Ashton’s arm moves slowly as he leans back and rests his head on his palm. The star tattoo on his bicep flexes beneath the ambient lighting of the studio, and you can’t help but just stare.

"She’s standing right in front of me."

Your face tinges pink at his words, rubbing your arm bashfully as if he was some sort of pickup artist and you were being swept off your feet. It didn’t matter how long it had been since the day you two met, his charm never faltered.

"She’s in here? Right now? Wow, I’m starstruck." You try your hand at jabbing, to ignore the warm buzzing feeling in your stomach.

"Don’t play stupid, baby. You know you’re the only one capable of grabbing my attention like this."

Ashton shifts in his position comfortably. His legs spread a tad bit wider, and the hand not holding his head was now drumming rhythmically against his thigh.

He was taking in the sight of you as if he had never seen you before.

"Really?" You ask a question, already knowing the answer.

"Yup."

"Interesting…"

As your sentence trails, a thought bounces around in your mind for a moment:

Would it be the worst thing in the world to ‘put on a show’ for your boyfriend, who had spent the last six months of his life devoting his time, energy, and soul into an album for the world?

Would it be wrong for you to think about how much you knew he’d enjoy it? How much you’d enjoy it?

As the thought plagues you, rendering you momentarily useless as your stare darts around his dreamy frame, Ashton reads your mind.

"Strip."

"What?" Your mouth hangs slightly at your boyfriend’s bluntness.

"You heard me, baby. I said, strip."

That slack jaw of yours morphs into a wicked smile, wordlessly obliging to his command.

Ashton’s relaxed body sprawled out on the couch guffaws at you, as you hook your thumbs onto the waistband of your sweatpants.

You slowly start to sway your hips, matching up with the rhythm of some imaginary song. The band of your underwear peeks out over the top and once you notice that he had gotten a good look, you swiftly pull your pants back up.

It was called a strip tease for a reason.

Repeating the motions from before, you eventually shimmy out of those sweatpants, and are left solely in a frilly bralette and boy-shorts.

"Pardon the underwear selection," you giggle, "didn’t realize I’d be putting on a show today.

Ashton’s body language had changed slightly; you noticed the bead of sweat that had formed and began rolling down his forehead, merely at the sight of you. He swallows harshly before he replies.

"You could’ve walked out here in a paper bag. Wouldn’t matter a damn’ thing."

Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth at his compliment. He never fails to make you nervous, even after all this time. His eyes alone were one of the most intimidating things about him. You could feel them searing into you as your gaze drops down to your feet, momentarily stopping your motions.

"Finish your show, baby," his words snap you out of your trance, "you wanted my attention, right?…I’m all yours."

As his legs spread wider and his head dips back comfortably to rest onto his palm, the confidence within you fronts again. With a cheeky smile, you reach behind your back, twisting around to show him your hands fiddling with the clasp of your bralette.

You hear rustling from behind you as you eventually free yourself from the fabric, wiggling out of it and letting the strap hang on the tip of your finger. You shoot a glance at him, over your shoulder.

"How’s that?"

He sighs, "Perfect."

With a flick of your hair, you turn back around, fully topless. To raise the stakes, you take it upon yourself to run your hands down the front of your chest and over your breasts. He groans lowly at that motion, grabbing his guitar by the neck and gently resting it at his side.

Now, at the most intimidating part of your show, your hands linger above the band of your underwear. Ashton gazes at you hungrily, slickly moving his hand towards the crotch of his jeans.

It takes everything inside of you not to whine as you notice his hand slowly starting to palm his bulge, held captive by fabric. It catches you off guard, and you freeze yet again.

"Nobody told you to stop."

Almost as if his demands were a form of hypnosis, you resume what you’d started. The band of your underwear hooks effortlessly around your thumbs as you gently tug them down, slightly showing off your bikini line.

His eyes draw in like a magnet, seemingly becoming less and less in control of his senses as you move.

Your underwear pools at your ankles; body completely stripped bare in front of your still, fully clothed, boyfriend. Something about his sultry looks almost felt humiliating, although that wasn’t something you were necessarily upset with.

It still drove you the same amount of crazy.

"Fuck," Ashton mutters, breaking the tense silence that had been lingering over your heads, "you’re a sight to behold, baby."

His hand was still squeezing at the hard-on in his jeans, the notch in his forehead growing increasingly more prominent as he fought to hold back his urges.

Without another word, you traipse over to him slowly; attempting to enchant him with the sway of your hips and the glittering of your skin beneath the studio lights.

"’Been missing you a lot." Your voice holds a certain innocence to it, acting as though you had no clue of the absolute turmoil your actions were subjecting him to.

"I miss you too," Ashton coos, "I bet my girl gets so lonely upstairs without me, doesn’t she?"

A chill runs down your spine as he slowly sits up from his slouched position, and anchors his hands on your waist. He guides your naked body gently onto his lap, letting you straddle him comfortably.

"Mmh, ‘does get lonely without you. Can’t think straight, sometimes."

"Oh, you poor thing… I’m sorry, my sweet girl."

The back of his hand reaches up to caress your cheek, words dripping with tender loving care, before he’s straining his neck to wrap you into a kiss.

The kiss starts off slow; gently nipping at one another and feeling the motions of your lips entwined. But as your hips subconsciously start to grind down into the hardened length in his jeans, something primal washes over you.

Your tongue slips into his mouth without any regard for savoring this moment, heating up the kiss instantly. The grip he has on your waist gets tighter, as his fingers dig into the soft flesh near your hips.

Nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, Ashton groans, "Can’t wait much longer, baby… Been— been wantin’ to fuck you since you walked down here."

A smirk plays on your face as his neediness overpowers any other emotion present in the room. His mouth wanders down to your neck while he struggles to blindly undo his jeans.

While enjoying the trail of wet kisses inching down to your collarbone, you aim to help him free himself from his pants, fumbling with his fingers and the buttons with a soft giggle.

"Slow down, baby—" your words ring barely above a whisper, "I’m not going anywhere."

Ashton’s head pops up from your clavicle once he finally gets down his zipper, "Better not be."

To your surprise, Ashton was going about this a lot more unhurried than you had anticipated. His words read as frantic, yet his actions felt as though he was savoring each and every feeling of you. You didn’t want to disrupt the already perfect rhythm he had been keeping; so you let him continue on as he wished.

He scoops up your idle hand that had been resting towards the waistline of his jeans and moves it to the pocket of his briefs. Your eyes find his briefly, and a knowing glance is shared.

"Gonna start slow, yea? You okay with that? Wanna savor it… Haven’t been inside you in a while. Missed my girl…"

Swallowing back the excited lump in your throat, you nod, "That’s fine, baby. No— no rush."

Your eyes widen as he guides your hand, freeing his throbbing cock from his underwear. A sigh of bliss tumbles past his lips the moment you wrap your hand around him.

"Lean back, baby… ‘Wanna see—"

Following is command, you lean back, resting your hands just above his knees. You lift up your hips while gazing at him through hooded eyes, waiting for him to adjust.

It’s not long before he’s swiping his tip against your clit, bringing the both of you into a collective, melodic sigh.

Ashton was right; he hadn’t been inside of you in a while. The two of you had been so preoccupied with life that you had barely made enough time for each other. You’d almost forgotten what it felt like until he was guiding himself inside of you.

Expletives and moans immediately begin filling the room as you lower yourself down onto his length fully. His breath hitches, eyes glued down to where your bodies met.

"Fuck, baby… Missed watching this… Missed watchin’ that pretty pussy swallow me whole… Fuckin’— missed you."

With a slack jaw, you start your rhythm of slowly bouncing up and down, the feeling of him filling you up made you complete in more ways than you could fathom. Your walls tightened with each stroke, one more rough than the next.

Each time you lower yourself down to meet his pelvis, he bottoms out, snapping his hips up to meet yours and making you cry out in pleasure. His eyes can’t seem to decide whether or not to watch your face, or his cock disappearing inside of you.

"Ashton, please— Need more… More, please…"

He grunts at your gentle tone, still keeping that slow pace. He had mentioned wanting to savor this moment, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"C’mere," he pants, motioning with his head for you to lean forward. You, of course, oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck with a sigh.

Rather than you doing the work, Ashton had resorted to restarting that pace by snapping his hips up to meet yours. Your name rattles off of his tongue in grumbled mutters as his hold on you tightens, the sounds of skin slapping together engulfing his words and making them inaudible.

You allow him to fuck into you without any complaints, letting your eyes roll back into your head with each upward slam. It was obvious how difficult it was for him to keep his composure.

"Christ, baby," he growls lowly, "drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy."

Another loud moan is released from the back of your throat as Ashton abruptly stops his rambling by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You yelp on impact, yet slowly ease into the sharp pain as he continues to bottom out inside of you.

"Ash, oh my god," you whine, overwhelmed with the sensation of your impending orgasm meshing with the pleasure of the pain.

He grunts beneath you, each thrust rougher than the last— you could tell he was close by the sloppiness of his strokes and his grip on your waist loosening.

His jaw clenches on your shoulder before letting go as he looks your disheveled face in the eye.

"Gonna cum… Gonna’ cum real’ soon… Please, baby… Let me fill you up— gonna’ make you feel so good…"

You nod without a second thought, your bouts of praise turning into incoherent mumbling as your orgasm creeps towards its peak.

"Cum inside me Ash, please… Let me feel you baby— fuck!"

Your body betrays your senses as your orgasm rumbles through you, Ashton following suit shortly after as he releases inside of you with one last buck of his hips. Your bodies collapse onto one another, the sweat and heat igniting a spark between you.

With a gentle comb through your hair, Ashton’s hand traipses down to the back of your neck. You could faintly hear his heart beating through his chest as he holds you, the two of you simultaneously collecting your breathing.

"Thanks for the show, baby," Ashton chuckles, petting your back as you regulate your vitals; his cock still buried deep inside of you.

You can’t help but hum, satisfied with the thought of letting your dirty fantasies dictate your actions.

"If this didn’t prove how much I’ve been missing you," You pop your head up to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, "I’m not sure anything will."

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