#interaction: deviiates

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it took everything in rhys' power not to look down, but when michelle had her hands on his shirt, pulling the thin fabric and him back with it, all thoughts went out the window. and when she had said that... well, there was no way he could just leave after that. even if he wanted to. for a moment, he stood stunned, eyes wide and dancing around everything but her gorgeous, and perfect naked body. god this was so wrong of him. "h-help?" the word struck a cord in him, but not in a bad way. far from it. "uh.. i mean, trust me when i say this it's not because i don't find you fucking gorgeous, because i do! i promise i so do." he chuckled, nervously. "but help you? you don't want me helping you. i'd ruin the video. plus... you...you're— i'm havin' a real hard time trying not to look and i don't want to be that creep who uh... ya know, can't stop lookin' or whatever.."

[playthiingz]

@deviiates liked for a starter.

“　do　that　thing　you　know　i　like　—　no　one’s　watching,　it’s　just　me　and　you.　”

[neveraftcr]

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" i said i wanted to be friends not your wingman. " when she suggested just being friends, she never thought she'd then be giving him advice for asking someone else out. friends or not, she didn't think that was something expected of exes. " you can date who you want that's not what i'm... i just don't want to be the one helping you date them, alright? i don't want to be that kind of friends. "

[angelsdvsts]

it wasn't something that she wanted, but time and time her parents pushes her to focus on iceskating -- focus on the fact she had to provide for them. with that push, it meant that ivorie spent less and less time with him, eventually prompting the break up. yet, he always seems to be in the back of her mind. "yeah, right.." she mutters, eyes remaining to face out the window -- not wanting to see the look upon his face. brow furrows as she chuckles lightly, turning to face him. "as if you need to be jealous at all," he had nothing to worry about -- not that she'd ever admit it out loud. ivorie was thankful when the two of them shortly pulled up to his place. eyes darts to him, "should i wait in here or?"

finn pauses for a second when he hears familiar words from ivorie, and even if the circumstances were different, they still cut as deep. that had been the real reason for their breakup and going separate ways. he was a distraction for her, something that could take her eyes off the prize and stop her from reaching all of her goals. it sounded ridiculous then and sounds ridiculous now. he’d never try to stop her from reaching her dreams. “ right. i forgot about that. can’t have any kind of distractions. “ even if that meant leaving a boyfriend who loved you behind. “ at there is no one i have to be jealous of. “ a laugh leaves his lips as he tries to return the conversations to the light and fun energy they had before the brief trip down memory lane. luckily for them both, the trip to his apartment wasn’t all that long, and he was already pulling into his assigned parking spot. before the car could feel any more claustrophobic.

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Of course she knew better than to allow things to seep into the early hours of the morning, but here she was, tiptoeing through the halls, messy red hair framing her face as she buttoned up her shirt, trying to get out before anyone caught her and give her away.

She had a rule about not sleeping over, but she wasn’t thinking clearly when he pulled her into his bed, and when she woke up, his arms were wrapped around her and it was already dawn. But when the sound of another door opening caught her attention, she panicked, and that was the story of how Sutton found herself on the floor, trying to hide behind the hallway console table only to be met by a pair of young eyes, ones that mirrored the same ones she had been gazing into while she fell asleep.

It took her a minute, but the gears started to turn and though she was more than thankful that it wasn't her lover's wife, it was still his son and that was enough to make her nervous. "Shit," she breathed out, knowing she was already discovered before she was fully behind the table, but she couldn't just stop now.

"I'm...I'm sorry." she said, crawling out from behind the table, raising to her feet, and trying to act natural as she ran her hands down the front of her shirt. "I'm just... I'm just leaving. I didn't... —actually, never mind, I'm gonna go."

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a chuckle left her lips at the way he quipped back, her grin broadening. "thanks for looking out for the dishes here." her face was red, but it could've been from the wine, or maybe from him. probably from him. standing up, she lifted both her plate and her father's and brought it back to the kitchen. "here, just put everything on the rack, i'll start throwing the rest out and cleaning." her hand found its way to his arm for just a moment, a fleeting touch as she kept herself up from the dizziness that came from the wine. "oof, i definitely drank a little too much... guess i gotta watch it there. but my dad's stories about classes and some of his students... well, sometimes i just need a little bit of alcohol. you ever get that from him? i can never tell if people actually enjoy him as a professor or not."

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was it wrong? of course. caesar and her had been friends for awhile now, and so he was right, he didn't deserve to be used as a pawn in her games. but, all that rage and all the fury had jade's mind spinning, and by no means was she in the mood to play nice with anyone, or do the right thing. all she wanted was a drink, a smoke, and a way to make jamahl's life as miserable as hers was, and then some. "save it, caesar, you'll only be wasting your breath," jade replied coldly, not bothering to turn around and face him. the last thing she wanted was for him to see how upset and distraught she was, and how hard it was for her to keep her emotions in check. "take it up with your brother if you have a problem, but at this very moment, i do not care. i'd do it again if it meant he'd be pissed, too. so sorry, not exactly concerned with your feelings right now."

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she wasn't surprised he hadn't expected her. hell, she barely expected it as well. but when she heard about mason being released her mind started racing, and she of course thought of willa, their daughter. willa needed to meet her father, and tessa knew he deserved to be in willa's life. and the truth was, tessa still cared about him. not that she was ready to spring all of that on him right this second, but she'd get there... eventually. "guess i'm just easily bought," she teased, her arm slinging around and pulling him into a tight embrace. "no, your mom just needed a little extra help. and, ya know, i figured why the hell not, right? get to see a familiar face and hey, if you play your cards right, we can stop for some way better food than what they've been serving you in there." kicking off her heel she moved back from him, her body slowly inching toward her car in the parking lot. "you comin'? it's a bit of a drive back, and i bet you want to get as far away from this place as possible."

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her smile curves upward, becoming far more devious when he agrees to let her in. she knows how wrong it is, but lucy can't seem to bring herself to care. stepping into the shower, she moved under the water, letting it coat her before leaning against the tile wall, only a few inches away from miles. "don't worry, i won't say anything," she assures him, "just... enjoying a little harmless fun between friends."

[sintva]

slender　arms　defensively　crossed　in　front　of　her　chest　,　honey　hues　narrowed　into　slits　as　her　gaze　remained　fixated　on　the　ebony　homme　.　“　not　everything　i　do　revolves　around　you　!　god　,　you　are　so　fucking　self　absorbed　.　”　her　bitterness　oozed　from　her　lips　like　venom　.　“　you　just　couldn’t　stand　to　see　anyone　else　have　me　!　”

" yea whatever! as if you didn't choose this asshole on purpose. " just because they weren't official didn't mean caesar didn't have feelings. and his feelings about the guy on the ground with a split lip and a broken nose were clear. couldn't stand to look at him, let alone look at him kissing aliyah.

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like a switch, he was filled with a sense of confidence, something he owed to her. the way she spoke to him, surrendered to him, was unlike anything else. and he loved it. his mouth continued to work along her slit, his tongue parting her folds and dipping inside, tasting and exploring the warmth of her. fingers gripped her thigh tighter, pulling her closer to his eager mouth, and when she had spoken, his lips had curved into a smile, the sensation of her fingers in his hair driving him wild. after a moment, he moved back, lifting his head but quickly replacing his tongue with two fingers, working them in and out of her at a steady, teasing pace. "fucking delicious." he growled, closing watching the way her cunt glistened as his fingers plunged into her. "god look at you. i want everyone to see how fucking wet you are for me. look at the way your pussy grips my fingers. fuck you're so wet!"

michelle could feel her heart racing, her body absolutely on fire as she watched him ignore her pleas. something about watching him flip the switch from this sweetheart that has stolen his heart, to this confident man in control of her. it was so incredibly sexy and she couldn’t hide the effect it had on her. she could feel this heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need to be filled up by him. but what rhys chooses is just as good, if not better. he paws at her breast, pulling a breathy moan from her lips, that quickly turns into a gasp when he leans in to lap at her soaking wet pussy. his tongue was almost as wet as she was in this moment, and her body tenses immediately from pleasure. her right hand keeps her leg hiked up to make sure he had easy access, but her left soon finds its way into his hair, pushing his head back so their eyes could meet. “ fuck yes, daddy. just like that. you like the way your pussy tastes? “ her words like air on lips reddened from the way she bit her lower lip.

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he found himself swallowing hard at the reality of what was happening. his fingers lodged inside of her, his dick being held and stroked by her hand, and the way her hips shifted towards him, it was a sight he was going to savor for a long time, and apparently so were all her fans. he tried not to focus on the camera, and instead just gave into her, letting the way she had him feeling take over. she had him, and they were going to make the most of it. when she had backed up, the hand that was on her thigh found its way down between her legs, his thumb brushing her clit once more. "fuck," both the way she called him daddy and how her pussy looked spread and glistening with arousal had his cock twitching and throbbing. he could hear the way she was begging him, but rhys wasn't ready to give her what she wanted just yet. no, not when the thought of teasing her, and showing her off like a prize, was a much better idea. the hand at her hip was quick to find her breast, his mouth soon finding its way to her pussy. lips, tongue and teeth found their way along her sensitive, wet folds, lapping up her arousal, then suckling and biting gently. "you'll get it, baby. let me show everyone how to play with this pretty little pussy first."

michelle could tell that rhys was starting to get into the moment and he was understanding that this needed to be a bit of a spectacle. the camera needed a show, even if she only needed him. digits wrapped gently around his cock, she stroked up and down as she looked into his eyes. a soft gasp leaves her lips when she feels him adding another finger and telling her that he needed to be inside of her. her heart was thrumming with excitement, because she's wanted this for so long. a bit of his precum glistens on the edge of her hand as she nods his head at her command. flicking her tongue back, she drags her tongue over his lips and nods his head. " yes, daddy. i thought you'd never ask, " she teased before bringing her hand up to taste his precum off of her hand. easing back onto the bed, she finds herself in the middle of the bed, a shudder of lust rippling through her body. legs spread wide for him, shifting her hips down towards him wantonly at the edge of her bed. her folds glistened with how wet she was for him, was for this. she grabs her legs behind her knees to make sure he knew that she was completely giving herself over. " fuck me, daddy. please. i need that dick. "

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as she kicked off her heels, sutton began walking toward the car again. she felt better knowing the situation with him was starting to show that she had no malicious intent. he was being so kind and welcoming, and though sutton tried to be optimistic, she was an eternal pessimist, and therefore, always prepared for the other shoe to drop.

but so far, it hadn't.

and when he opened the door and offered her a hand, a grin curved onto her lips as she nodded her head. she pushed forward, getting over the step and relaxing into the passenger side seat. it felt so strange but she should've known better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. "so what are you feeling then? breakfast? there's a diner not far from here. fast food? hell i could even go for like a lobster roll at this hour." she chuckled, gaze searching for his. "i just..i really appreciate you doing this. and...and the other thing. hopefully your mom doesn't expect to see me again any time soon."

joking about the situation is how he coped with his anger. if trent didn’t have a laugh, about this situation, he’d be fuming and once that starter, there would be no containing his anger. so this was his next best option. at least until he was ready to confront his father about his infidelity and how it was going to destroy their family. and more importantly his mother’s heart. when that time came, he knew he’d be blinded with rage and his father would likely regret even considering cheating on his angel of a mother.

” i’m definitely a little bit hungover right now so food sounds incredible. thank you. “ he knows that sutton is only offering because she is experiencing some kind of guilt. he can’t blame her for feeling that way at the moment. but he doesn’t think she should and he doesn’t harbor any ill will towards hers. first hand, trent watched the way her heart sunk and her face twisted when she heard the voice of his mother. no chance did she expect to hear a woman’s voice. that detail alone was enough for her to be absolved in his book. “ c’mon. i’m parked in the street up here. let’s get going before my mom gets any bright ideas about you being here. “ he can tell their lie worked, but no reason to leave any place for their ruse to fall through.

he leads the way down to his car, knowing she wouldn’t be far behind him, imagining that she’d want this morning behind her as much as he did. when he reached the car, he opened the door on the passenger’s side first. his jeep had a bit of a step up to get into it, so he waited to offer her a hand if she needed it. “ i kinda figured it out already. i could see it on your face earlier. it’s really the reason i’m helping you. you’re also a victim of that jackass and his lies. “ and she deserved better than what his father was capable of. clearly.

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the tension in his jaw loosens the moment her hand wraps around his shaft, the warmth of her palms on him, and the gentle grip of her fingers on his dick had him letting out a heavy breath. "oh, god." rhys' voice was breathy, a soft moan following her motions. for a moment, he's so distracted by her touch, his pace slows and each thrust of his fingers inside her wet walls curls into her with precision. he knew he couldn't last too long like this. not when the way her fingers worked his shaft had him so close already. a third finger joins the two inside her, and when her hand moves, his thumb is quick to replace the friction, circling around her clit with faint, but firm, pressure. "fuck, michelle. i uh," he isn't sure how to speak, all of this catching him off guard but being so god damn perfect, it's hard to think straight. "i need to be inside you. can we-" rhys stops himself, eyes glancing towards the camera and laptop set up. he'd be a fool not to consider the idea of her viewers wanting a show, and what was stopping him from giving it to them? it would be something they'd never forget, after all. "move back, i want to see you spread wide."

michelle saw every inch of his body for the first time and she instantly knew that her decision was right. she's seen him without his shirt off and she's spent many a night imagining what the rest of him looked like, getting off to the thought. and somehow, the real thing was even more perfect. gentle fingertips work down the front of rhys's torso, appraising his body for just a moment with reverence and desire. when his touch finds her core, soaking wet from her earlier play and from the thought of him, she moans softly under her breath. her own touch continues down until her dainty grasp is wrapped around his cock. she wasn't as hesitant to touch him, and wanted to embolden him. it's why both hands coil around him, gripping tightly and working up and down the length. " i'm wet for you. i've been thinking about this for so long. i just need to have you inside me, " michelle all but pleads as fingers dip inside of her and pick up pace, her slick walls all but dripping in anticipation for his touch.

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her giving him the go-head to the point of begging, her lips on his, her hand slipping into his pants, it's enough to have him convinced. the last bit of worry is cast aside, replaced by the desire and want he felt for the beautiful woman in his arms. a hungry growl followed, and when she had him almost out of his pants, rhys said fuck it. he rushed to finish her work, kicking his pants off to the side, his cock springing free, then his shirt was next. soon, he was standing there in nothing, hovering not far from her. he couldn't believe what he was doing, and yet like clockwork, his hand slipped down between her legs. fingers slid along her slick folds, his dick already twitching at the mere feeling of her arousal. "fuck, michelle." his whisper came out raspy, and it was clear he was hesitant to touch her... until he finally did. two fingers found her entrance, slowly pushing themselves inside, her pussy hot and tight. a moan fell past his lips, his eyes closing for a moment as he enjoyed the feeling. "god, you're so wet. fuck that's so hot..." he confessed, movements slowly speeding up as he plunged his fingers in and out of her.

" rhys, i'm so sure. take me however you want me. i'm a big girl. if i have objections, i'll voice them, " michelle assures with a bit of a laugh, her face lit up with the reddish hue that could only come from blushing. smiling brightly, her hand slips down as soon as she feels him dropping lips to kiss at her neck, because she's certain he's as good as seduced at this point. already, she was soaking wet in between her legs and she had to know if he was just as turned on. it's why she's palming him over his pants with one hand, tracing the outline of his girth, already hard through denim. the other hand was working at the top of said denim, undoing his jeans so she can start to work down his pants. bodies still so close, she's certain that he can feel just how hot she was made by the feeling of his body against her. " please rhys, lemme know what this perfect cock feels like. just once. "

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trent's reaction to his father's poor behavior wasn't surprising. the part that was surprising was the way he seemed to be the slightest bit bothered by his father not treating her well. she could understand being angry on behalf of his mom. after all, his actions were wrong and selfish. but the way he offered to give her a ride home and his words, the way he joked, struck her as odd. still, she knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially after everything she'd already put him through.

"okay," she agreed, offering him a smile and nodding her head. "but only because you're being really nice for someone who just found out their father is..." an adulterous asshole. but she couldn't say that out loud. not to mention she had her part in this too. "do you like, want to grab something to eat on the way? i'll pay. my way of thank you for the ride?" despite his kindness toward her, sutton still felt guilty. she felt guilty for hurting his family like this, for the shit his mom was going through without even knowing, for the lies she had told, and just for this morning in general. "or, we can just not. i'm totally fine with either. i just thought...well, it doesn't matter." she kicked off on her heel and started moving toward him. "thanks though, i appreciate it either way."

breathing in she then took another moment, needing to say one last thing before taking off with him. "for the record... i had no idea your mom was in the picture still. i mean, i totally should've assumed, but.. yeah i'm sorry. again. and sorry for bringing it up again. i guess i just thought you should know we got in the car together."

" he picked you up, didn't he? that man is fucking infuriating. i swear! " him and his father haven't been seeing eye to eye lately, but this was a different level of frustration. at this point, trent has half a mind to wind up and punch his father in the face. and that half of his mind was winning the battle at the moment, but not before he's completely dealt with sutton and made sure she's taken care of. why he was so committed to her being okay, trent couldn't exactly finger. it was just a natural thought process for him. he liked taking care of people. she was just the one who needed him at the moment.

" yea, definitely not ideal. but things never go ideal. we just make do with what we have. " his smile find it's way onto his face, even if this wasn't exactly a joyous situation. doesn't mean he can't be friendly. " i really don't. i was out last night and crashed at a friend's house. i was gonna go and take a nap. today is my off day. c'mon. lemme give you a ride home. i promise i don't bite. often. " a little joke is matched with a little laugh and he reaches into his jacket pocket to fish out his keys. a slight jingling of them is a nonverbal way of making his offer again. " you've already had enough of a morning. let me do this for you. "