#anyway ily i can't wait to im u back n share my new discord with u!!!

[ickybby]

seree spends her day making futile attempts to deal with that restlessness she's been combating since boarding the plane back in los angeles. flying triggers her anxiety, so by the time she lands seree is too wired to crawl into bed and shut off her brain via sleep. sex with her man would be top tier antidote to this pent up energy, alas she's resigned to managing her emotions on her own like some kind of modern day peasant. with the help of a security team to maintain the peace, she spends some time at her favorite restaurants, fitting in a midday workout at her favorite nature reserve since making these Paris trips a regularity and window shops until she finds some sleek sunglasses she can resist buying for dakota... the sales attendant totally didn't have to work hard to get her to buy a smaller pair to match his. the day passes tediously slow, but it passes. by the time dakota makes it back home, seree has managed to disguise her impatience behind the pages of the current novel demanding her attention and a tart glass of moscato. what was only supposed to be a quick glass and chapter before her shower turned into a boozy distraction only interrupted by the arrival of her boyfriend. his moodiness is unmistakable. all seree needs to discern this fact is to hear the way the door slams shut behind him. guiltily, she wonders if he'll take his frustrations out on her body and by proxy relive her of her own jitters. she doesn't have to wonder for too long, doesn't even get the chance to speak before he finds her and makes quick work of her leggings after pinning her to the floor like she HASN'T been working on her self defense moves for the past few weeks. seree doesn't even get the chance to bitch. like she'd remember any complaint once his intoxicating scent hit her nose. if those notes of warm spices and amber his weren't enough, there's that moment where he first sinks into the warmth of her slick cunt to completely reset her brain. dakota gives her no respite to grow accustomed to the harsh thrusts. while a part of her aches to take his length in full, the rest of her aches for more. whatever was clearly causing this turbulent release of pent up emotions to come down in full could be discussed later, once they were done singing praises for one another. arms lock around his neck with a grip to rival the one her thighs had around his torso, manicured nails digging into his scalp unconsciously. he starts to switch languages as she finds the ability to use hers, though not very coherently, given the moans that fall out of her mouth before she can string words together. "-- daddy, oh fuck," her face falls into the crook of his neck, lips automatically finding that spot where his pulse beat against his skin the loudest to nip at it with her teeth and soothe the skin with her own kisses. "thank you sir, for using me. i- i love it when you use me! 'love you too." while the feelings are there, the thought genuine, it's not like seree's stellar at expressing her emotions in a rational state. much less now, basically being BOUNCED on her boyfriend's cock as she clung to him in her disarray and half dressed state.

@putaaas ... having a long and stressful day made dakota feel incredibly on edge. since he was exhausted and also in a horrible mood, he kept to himself and didn't say much. if he did open his mouth, he wasn't sure what would come out. he was a nasty bastard when he was pissed off and was learning how to control his temper every single day. sure, it probably wasn't the best idea to ignore everyone around him. he didn't wish his team a goodnight before packing his shit up and exiting. and he gave his boss a cold shoulder, choosing to ignore him instead of engage in conversation like he usually did after practice. but he was quiet because he didn't want to fly off the handle and embarrass himself. the reason why he was angry had little to do with his teammates and more to do with his piece of shit cousin who felt entitled to bully every one of his sister's just to have access to his phone number. caleb was quickly blocked, but dakota was seething. the only person dakota could think about was caleb and what he would do when they crossed paths. he didn't want to revert back to his old ways, but he felt tempted to each passing second.

as he stormed into his apartment, he threw his bag into the corner and flung his shoes off. and then he went into the kitchen, and to his surprise, his girlfriend was awake. he understood that the jet lag from LA to Paris was a pain in the ass, so he never expected her to be functional at reasonable hours. but boy, was he glad to see her. swiftly, he came up behind her, pushed her to the floor, laid her on her back and began fucking her before she even had a chance to greet him. "goddamn, you're so fuckin' wet already." he praised, cock slick with her pussy juice. passion raged through his body like a wildfire. “good girl. you're always ready when i want you, just like i taught you." he praised, snapping his hips back and forth in an overly aggressive matter. “giving me free use of that pussy like i own it. like it fuckin’ belongs to me. god, i fucking love you.” a string of french curse words left dakota’s mouth as he moaned in her ear.