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â¨Dark Shades of Innocence Lost Part 2: The First Tasteâ¨
Club owner! Joel Miller x fem! reader
Series Masterlist Part 1
A/N: It is finally here! Sorry that has taken so long to get updated, but this turned out exactly how I wanted it to. Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for helping me organize my mood board and for letting me chat your ear off about this series! đŠˇ
Chapter Summary: You decide to go back to Club Inferno, back to those smoldering brown eyes. Turns out you do want more pleasure from Joel, the club owner.
Rating: 18+ Only MDNI
Word Count: 11.7k
Chapter Tags: Oral (M/F receiving), fingering, dirty talk, pining, flirting, some fluff, pleasure dom! Joel, reader has doubts, reader has hair, no use of y/n, pleasure dom! Joel
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
You spend the next few days at work in a deep haze, your mind completely muddled at the thought of those smoldering dark eyes that haunt your dreams night after night. You canât concentrate on reorganizing books, canât focus on your own co-workers as they meander around the library keeping busy while you stand leaning up against a wooden bookshelf doing nothing but looking at the business card Joel gave you.Â
   You mindlessly turn the flashy card over and over in your palm, memorizing his phone number, etching his name into your mind as you read his name over and over and over again until the silhouette of his towering body is burned into your brain. You didnât call, didnât text him like you should have done after he made you cum on his thigh. God, you want to though. But is it a good idea? Probably not.Â
   As you shift the paper card around your fingers, you think of those lust blown eyes, that rugged panting noise he made when he was breathing hard against the shell of your ear, the way those thick fingers felt inside you, the way he called you a good girl and whispered how fucking good you tasted.Â
   You slip the card back into the pocket of your jeans and lean your head back against some hardback books in the science section. You huff out and put a hand to your sweating forehead as you fight not to get all worked up again, but it doesnât work. Youâre already wet from thinking about him, so you decide you will see him again. Friday. Youâll go back to the club Friday.Â
   You want more, need more. And so youâll have him. Friday.Â
   Your dress flows to the middle of your thighs, the sparkly midnight blue material shimmering under the dim lights of the club as soon as you walk through the front doors of Club Inferno. The bar is crowded, people scattered all around as loud music blares through the speakers. The dance floor is packed, bodies spinning under the crystal lights of the disco ball. Your heart gallops in your chest, your mouth dry as you hope heâs here. Please be here, please be here.Â
   You turn toward the lit up bar thatâs packed with alcohol lining the back mirrored wall and notice something is different, off. You scan your eyes around and try to decipher whatâs changed as you take in the aesthetics of the night club. You peel your eyes over the atmosphere carefully, and you stop in place when you notice it. Thereâs not just heated red signs around the back walls anymore. Thereâs now pink ones too, glittering under the dim lights as you furrow your eyebrows up. When did they add the pink signs? Your eyes grow wide at the realization. You mentioned pink signs and how there was too much red last time. He mustâve listened to youâŚ
   The pretty blonde bartender snaps you out of your deep thoughts as she gets your attention. âNeed a drink, hun?â she asks as she sets two big glasses of beer in front of two gentlemen in suits in front of you.Â
   âOh, no. Thanks. I was just wondering if Joel was around?â you ask nervously as you look shamefully at her. Hopefully she doesnât see your cheeks heating up or notice how sweaty your palms are at your sides.Â
   She nods her head behind you and smiles as she says, âHeâs actually right behind you.â
   You look up at the mirrored wall behind the stacked alcohol bottles and gasp when you see a pair of dark eyes flash in your reflection. You quickly turn around and nearly fall over when you see how handsome he looks tonight. A red button-up collared shirt , sleeves rolled up to the elbows to expose tanned skin with corded veins spiraling down his forearms, clean pressed jeans, and slicked back curls that are threaded with grey. Heâs so⌠gorgeous.
   His eyes flick over your body as he rakes a hand slowly through his salt-and-pepper scruff, analyzing your dress, your legs, your eyes. Youâre nearly out of breath as he glances your way. âDidnât think I was gonna hear from you again,â he smiles as he walks up in front of you and stops right where you can smell his woodsy cologne and whiskey scent. He smells so enticing, you could practically swim in the scent if you wanted to.Â
   You shrug and let a sigh out. âCouldnât keep me away, I guess.â
   âMmm, guess not.â His honey colored eyes trail over your skin again as he smirks and nods toward the bar. âYou want a drink?â
   âOkay,â you say quietly as he leads you over to some empty black barstools. You know what a drink will lead to, and it makes your skin simmer with lightning running through your veins.Â
   Joel gets the blondeâs attention, and she saunters over and smiles brightly over at him. âWhatâll it be, Joel?â
   âGlass of whiskey on the rocks and a Malibu tonic?â His eyebrow arches as he looks over at you, needing approval before he sends her off. You just nod and watch as he gives her the go ahead, letting the smooth bar top rub against your fingertips as you view him turn slowly in his barstool, bumping his knee lightly against yours.
   âYou remembered my drink of choice?â you ask with raised brows.Â
   âThought Iâd forget, hmm?â He leans forward as he puts his weight into his elbow, resting his hand on his cheek as it trails over his greying scruff. You canât believe youâre sitting here with him again, almost in the same position you were in last weekend. Itâs almost too much. His broadness, his height, the way heâs staring at you.Â
   You adjust in your seat, pulling down the fabric of your dress as you clear your throat. âI dunno. Just kind of hard to believe youâd remember something as simple as that about me.â
   He assesses you, watching you carefully as his dark eyes flick over your nervous form. âDrinks are simple, easy to remember. Itâs you thatâs hard to forget. Your face, your eyes, your scent.âÂ
   Your eyes grow wide, suffocating on your own breath as the pounding music flits through your ears, your skin forming goosebumps along your inner thighs as those dark eyes gaze into yours, his full attention on you. âMy⌠scent?â you ask all wide-eyed with your mouth slightly agape.
   âMhm. I could smell that pretty waft of vanilla when you were standing by the bar. Almost like I was breathing you in,â he murmurs, his voice all low and gruff as his thick fingers tap against the glossy bar top, his eyes melding into yours like he wants to devour you.Â
   You can feel that thick tension like smoke filling the room, hot embers filing your nostrils as you fight to compose yourself. You lean forward just a bit, enough to brush your knee against his smooth denim, stirring something low that you canât quite stop.Â
   Before he can lean in, the bartender comes back with your drinks, breaking the tension that was just close enough to drown in. âEnjoy!â She smiles as she leaves to attend to other guests.Â
   You take the straw in your hand, twirling it around the sloshing alcohol and then take a sip, letting the fruity taste wash away your growing arousal between your thighs.Â
   Joel surprises you as he asks a personal question, maybe something to break the tension as he looks up from his amber glass of whiskey. âSo, what do you do for work?âÂ
   You knit your eyebrows together and swallow another mouthful of the fruity liquid as you eye him suspiciously. He wants to know where you work? Interesting. âI work at the library. Austin Central Library. Iâm a librarian.â
   He smiles gently your way, eyes all glistening as flecks of dark brown irises crinkle up at you. Itâs a softer smile, not the menacing smirk he usually gives you. This one is different. âShouldâve guessed. A book lover whoâs also smart? Figures,â he chuckles as he takes a generous gulp of his whiskey. âSay I come in there one day. Would you assist me in helpinâ me find some books? Maybe some classics? Books that maybe others donât check out as often?â
   He raises a brow at you, a glint in his beautiful honey eyes as you laugh and play nervously with the bendy straw that sits in your almost untouched drink. âI mean, I would. Seems like you already know your way around though,â you smirk.Â
   He chuckles and shakes his head. âYeah, reckon I do.â    Â
   A loose curl falls over his eye, a strand that looks so soft to the touch. You almost push it back, so close while your hovering hand sits above your tan thigh, almost pushing the limits into other dangerous territory.Â
   You clear your head of the ridiculous notion and push yourself back, watching as he moves the curl away himself. That was a close one.Â
   You tap your long nails on the side of your glass and try your luck. âI was surprised to learn you were the owner of this club.â
   He smirks your way and laughs. âYeah?â
   âYou do this often? Pick up pretty girls at work and take them back to the dark hallway?â Your eyes narrow while he just shakes his head and laughs.Â
   âNo, canât say that I do. You just caught my attention. I jusâ had to talk to you, at least. You were just so⌠stunning. Couldnât pass you up.â
   Oh.Â
   Your cheeks burn hot, crimson tinging the skin as you take another large gulp of your alcoholic beverage. You need to calm down. Heâs just a guy. Heâs probably like the rest of them, but something deep down tells you heâs not.Â
   âHow long have you been in the business?â you ask as you swirl the straw around the melting ice cubes.Â
   âA few years. My brother, Tommy, joined the business with me. We still do contracting together on the side, but this is my main gig.â
   Contracting? He was a contractor? Fuck, can he get any hotter?Â
   âContractor, huh?â you ask curiously as your eyes light up with interest.Â
   âThatâs right. I like buildinâ things, makinâ things with my hands. Itâs sort of relaxinâ to me. The way I can jusâ put together somethinâ, imagine anything I want and jusâ build it from scratch. Itâs probably my favorite hobby, honestly.â
   You find yourself hovering over the clean bar top, leaning against your elbow as you find yourself dreamily gazing at him. You gawk at his crooked smile, stare at the indented dimple in his left cheek as you get lost in his words, in his lively expressions. His low voice is so melodious that you think you could listen to him talk about his hobbies all night long. Maybe even over dinner, at his house, curled up in his lapâŚ
   You shake yourself out of your hypnotic daze and smooth your dress out. You shouldnât get close to anyone. Not after your ex, not after that horrible, horrificâŚ
   âHey, you good?â Joel asks, stirring you out of your hazy thoughts.Â
   âWhat?â you ask confused as you come back to reality.Â
   âYou jusâ looked a little lost there for a second. You alright?â His voice is gentle, deep, and his large hand is even warmer as it glides over the top of your thigh, his touch soothing you back down from dark thoughts you shouldnât be turning to.Â
   âOh, yeah. Sorry. You were saying?â
   He looks at you hesitantly, his eyes flicking over you quickly to assess that youâre really alright, but your small smile reassures him as he continues on.Â
   Your eyes flicker over the flashy signs, the pink hue reflecting off the scarlet red ones, giving it just the right mix of a perfect combination. He sees you staring, and his lips curl up into a big grin as he raises his eyebrows. âWhatâs got your attention, hmm?â he asks as he looks over at the sparkling pink sign youâre staring at.Â
   âThe signs. Thereâs pink ones now, not just redâŚâ Your voice catches on a whisper, almost being drowned out by the blaring pop song that booms through the speakers, but he still hears you.Â
   âOh, those. Yeah, some pretty little thing complained that there was too much red. Said I should throw some pink in there. Stubborn thing, a bit moody, but glad I listened to her. It doesnât look half bad.â He winks at you, and suddenly your heart is in your throat, pumping and making you gasp as he smirks your way with a knowing look in his eyes.Â
   You take your chance to flirt, leaning forward as your fingertips hover over the top of his knee. âDidnât think youâd listen to me after I was complaining the whole time. Didnât know I was talking to the owner of the club. You couldâve just kicked me out,â you say with a curt laugh.
   He leans forward just a tad, the tops of his calloused fingers laying gently on the top of your thigh as you gasp in response to the heat of his touch. âSweetheart, now why on earth would I kick you out? You clearly had an affect on me, otherwise I wouldâve kept the signs the way they were. And besides,â he leans forward and places his mouth against the shell of your ear, his hot breath dancing across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. âI wouldnât have gotten to make you cum on my thigh if I wouldâve done that.â
   Your breath hitches, your body coming to life as you feel the nerve endings light up against his touch, his breath, his smell. Suddenly, you want more, need more. And maybe heâll give it to you, just maybeâŚ
   âWhyâd you come back here?â he whispers in the crest of your ear, his voice falling like drops of water against your heated skin, showering you in a mist of desire. âI donât think itâs to socialize or find another guy, not even to sit back and grab a drink at the bar.â
   You feel his hand ghost over the edge of your hip, his palm hovering over the small of your back as you fight to keep yourself together. âNo,â you hum, voice lilting like a fresh rose as your fingertips dig into the denim of his thigh.Â
   His lips slide against your jawline, his whiskey breath fogging your mind as he whispers back to you in a deep, gravelly tone. âSo, whyâd you come back, angel? You want somethinâ else from me? Want me to give you more pleasure, more ecstasy?âÂ
   His gruff voice slides through your body, making the inside of your thighs press together as you feel the sticky slick drip against your lace. He hasnât even gotten his hands on you tonight, and youâre already drowning in him.Â
   You grab hold of his button-up, clinging to his silky fabric as you feel his coarse scruff drag against the edge of your cheek. You can smell him, almost taste the whiskey dripping down the back of his throat. And you want to taste it, feel it between your legs.Â
   âI⌠Joel,â you whimper as his other hand trails up your thigh, dragging those thick, calloused fingers up up up until heâs raising the hem of your dress, just enough to drag a low groan from your throat.Â
   âYeah, sâthat right?â he purrs as his lips meet the shell of your ear again.Â
   You hold in a moan as his fingertips trace circles over your heated skin, his hand sliding up to skim the inside of the crease of your thigh, eliciting tingles that start low in your stomach. You want it, want him. âJoel,â you whisper, only low enough for him to hear as you cling harder to his button-up.
   âGotta use your words, darlinâ,â he chuckles. âNow, tell me. You want me to take you to the back? Give you more than last time? âCause Iâd sure love to taste you, really taste you,â he smirks.Â
   âAre you gonna put me on your thigh again?â you ask breathlessly while his lips trace dangerously over the crest of your ear.Â
   âNo, angel. Not this time. Gonna show you somethinâ else. Gonna put my mouth between those pretty legs of yours,â he chuckles while his eyes darken with danger and temptation.Â
   A wave of slick washes over you, and youâre already dripping at the anticipation of having his tongue swallow you whole.Â
   âSo, that what you want? Want me to show you how truly good I can make you feel?â
   Youâre nearly pulling him toward you with how strong your grip on him is as you nod your head up and down like an eager puppy. âMhm. Please,â you respond with a complacent whine.Â
   He laughs and pulls you out of your seat, keeping his fingers entangled with yours as he grabs his glass of whiskey and drags you along. âCâmon then. Letâs go get ya taken care of.â
   He guides you through the dancing crowd, pushing through sweaty bodies as the bass fills your insides, the loud music mixing together with the nerves pulling down your spine as you follow him into the unknown.Â
   The glittery dark walls turn into a narrow hallway as couples making out against the crowded walls step aside when they see Joel. They gawk at him and whisper quiet slurs as you pass them by, probably wishing they were you at this very moment.Â
   He looks back at you and smirks, his grip on you tightening, the shadows making the dark brown flecks in his eyes look almost black. As black as a pantherâs fur, eyes that want to pounce and consume you whole. And that just makes your heart hammer loudly against your chest as you stare back into those dreamy pools of desire.
   He takes you to the last door at the end of the dark hallway, painted crimson red as he twists the lavish golden handle and presses through, leading you in as he quietly closes it behind him and turns the lock to where no one else can get in. You gulp and try to take a slow breath, but the nerves seem to be crushing down on your lungs. Youâre typically quite eloquent, but try as you might, you canât seem to place what it is youâre feeling. Nervous. Excited. Absolutely panicked. You want this but your mind and body seem to be at odds.
   When you turn around, your mouth parts open as you take in the massive room. A large leather couch sits in the middle, a long pool table with red smooth felt coating the top of it sits in the right hand corner. The lights are dim, a lit fireplace sits crackling next to the leather couch, the walls glisten with shimmering black wallpaper, and the feel of the room is homey, warm, private. You can still hear the pounding music and occasional chants of club goers, but itâs mostly quiet in here. The only thing you can hear is the rushing of blood through your eardrums, your heart right along with it.Â
   He lingers by the doorframe, adjusting his sleeves as he carefully rolls them up to his elbows, his smoldering eyes never leaving yours. Suddenly youâre a hot mess, fingers twisting against the hem of your blue dress, your eyes blown wide as you feel your chest tighten at the thought of being alone with him. Joel Miller. The club owner, the absolute menace who was sent to break into your closed up boundaries.Â
   âWhere do you want me?â you ask breathlessly.
   He stalks toward you, a sly smirk on his face as he starts to back you up toward the leather couch. You have no room to go around, no way to say no, your body just moves pliantly at his command as his thick fingers push gently against your hips.Â
   âOn the couch, sweetheart. Right. Here.â He gently pushes you down as you land in a heap on the plush couch. You scoot back, your legs sliding easily over the black leather as you squeeze your thighs together and dig your fingers into the edge of the new material.Â
   Youâre suddenly so nervous as sweat pools against the back of your neck, your lips trembling as you watch him take a generous gulp of his amber colored whiskey. You watch the way he moves, his bulging biceps clinging to his button-up, his slicked back curls throwing smoky grey colors under the dim lighting as he turns slowly, ending right between your legs.Â
   He slowly bends down, running his calloused fingers languidly over the curve of your thighs. Your body tenses up, fingers digging into the slick material as your breath hitches at the sight of that smug smirk he has pulling at the corners of his mouth.Â
   He tries to part your legs, but you hold back, afraid to show him what you look like bare. What if he doesnât like what he sees, what if he suddenly changes his mind, what if he tells you to leave? Suddenly, youâre overstimulated by all the unknowns, and you can barely stand to look into his dark eyes as your own gazes toward the black polished floors.Â
   As if he can sense your blinding fears and see right through your insecurities, his blown out eyes ease up, his eyebrows knitting together as he stares up at you with a look of encouragement. He cups your chin and makes you gaze up, right into the pits of his softening eyes.Â
   âHey,â he says with a gentle voice. âYou nervous?â
   You stumble over your words and just nod, letting the gut wrenching feeling slide down your closed up throat. âMhm,â you nod slowly.Â
   His lips curl up into a gentle smile, and it takes the breath out of you as his dimple caves into the middle of his cheek. One hand lingers on the top of your thigh, and the other grazes softly underneath your chin. âYou donât gotta be nervous now, sweetheart. Jusâ relax, breathe.â
   You take a deep breath and blow it out slowly, starting to relax every limb in your body as you cautiously release your fingers from the edge of the couch and lay them by the hem of your sparkly dress.Â
   âThere ya go, angel. Jusâ breathe. Can ya do that for me?â You nod your head, and he chuckles lightly. âGood. Now, wanna tell me whatâs got ya all nervous?â
   You try to look down, but he keeps his hand rested underneath your chin. You squirm a little, shuffling your hips against the squeaky leather, but he stills your body underneath him with his large palm. Your eyes shift up to his, and thereâs no escaping those soft chocolate eyes that seem to stare straight into the depths of your shaking soul.
   âI just⌠I havenât really. Iâm notâŚâ Fuck. You canât even think straight, let alone speak without making a fool of yourself. Maybe this was a bad idea. MaybeâŚ
   He presses his calloused fingers softly against your jawline and furrows his eyebrows as he assesses your stiff features. âHave you ever had anyone go down on you before?â His words are so gentle, not at all condescending which makes you unclench your jaw just a tad.Â
   âI mean, a couple of times, but it wasnât anything special. Maybe just a few seconds. They didnât actually make me feel good. I think it was just so they could slide in. It wasnât for my benefit, guess you could say. So no, I guess I really havenât,â you mutter as you pout your bottom lip out.Â
   His brows knit together in a tight line, his jaw ticking as he looks at you with a soft gaze. His fingertips leave your chin, and you feel like youâve just lost a clutch on yourself, but his fingertips land softly on your wrist instead. âWell, thatâs a real shame. They must be fuckinâ blind to pass up a girl like you. A real fuckinâ shame, but donât worry, angel, Iâm gonna make you feel so good. I can promise you that. You want that?â
   You eagerly nod your head up and down as your words tumble out of your mouth. âYes, Joel. Please.â Maybe youâre a little too eager because you wrap your fingers firmly around his wrist like you're digging your roots into the tan of skin. Â
   He chuckles lightly and smiles up at you, the dark flecks of his eyes seeming to sparkle under the dimly lit lights of the private room. âYou gonna relax for me?â
   âMhm,â you hum out.Â
   âAttagirl,â he winks. You nearly choke on your own saliva at the sound of him saying Attagirl. Itâs a simple word, but heâs telling you what a good girl youâre being, and it sends butterflies flitting through your lower belly.Â
   His fingertips start to graze up and down the tops of your thighs, his calloused thumbs dipping down to your inner thighs as he starts to massage the area tenderly. You know what heâs doing, know what heâs capable of doing as he looks up at you with hungry, dark eyes. He wants to devour you, and you sure as hell arenât going to say no to him. The hottest man youâve ever laid eyes on wants you. And you sure as hell want him, too.Â
   âNeed a little liquid courage to relax a little, hmm?â he asks as he cocks one eyebrow up, his head turning to the side as he looks at you with curious eyes.Â
   âIt wouldnât hurt,â you shrug.Â
   âAlright then, angel. Tip your head back jusâ a little. Gonna give ya a taste of my whiskey,â he says with a sultry tone.Â
   You do as he says, tipping your head back just an inch as you watch him get up from the corner of your eye. He grabs his glass of amber whiskey, swirling it around as the ice hits the edge of the clear cup, making a clinking noise that sounds a lot like how your insides feel. All tingly and alive with nerves pulling low in your gut.Â
   âTip your head a little more, thatâs it,â he approves as he places a hand under your chin and coaxes your lips open with his calloused thumb. âKeep that pretty mouth open now.â
   You watch him tip his own head back, taking a large gulp of his whiskey on the rocks. Your eyes grow wide when you see him leaning over you as his thumb pulls your mouth open wider. He lets the alcohol pool out of his mouth like a running faucet, flowing down through your own mouth as the whiskey and the taste of his saliva mix together while it slides slowly down the back of your throat.Â
   âSwallow,â he instructs as he closes your mouth, still hovering over you as he watches you down his taste. You feel the burn simmer through your stomach, taste him on the tip of your tongue as his woodsy cologne sends you into a hazy fog where all you can see is him as his dark eyes begin to grow black.Â
   âGood girl,â he praises. Your mouth gawks open as he sinks back down to the floor, situating himself between the center of your legs as he slowly begins to part them.Â
   He clicks his tongue as he sees your body sewn to the back of the couch. âNow, angel, canât reach ya all the way back there. Câmere.âÂ
   He pulls you to the edge of the leather couch, the palms of his calloused hands latching onto the backs of your thighs. And then heâs parting them, running his fingers nice and slow up the inside of your thighs until heâs hiking the bottom of your dress up over your hips.
   You canât breathe, your voice being held back by the drowned out whines and moans youâre already holding back. You know youâre going to fall apart as soon as his large tongue meets your center, and heâs going to devour you, lick you clean till you have nothing left to give because you just have this feeling that heâll work you and work you and work you till youâre fully gone. And it nearly drowns out the pulsing energy flowing through your ears.Â
   He drags his lips against your skin, sending trails of kisses up the insides of your thighs as you suck in a breath from the tingling sensations heâs sending straight to your core. He drags his lips higher, lifting your skirt flush over your thighs as he pulls you closer to him while his breath blows gently over your clothed core.
   âLook at you, already soakinâ for me,â he purrs as he drags the tip of his curved nose against your clothed folds. Fuck. You hold in a whine, bucking your hips forward as you silently beg him to keep going.Â
   He chuckles out at your response, his dark eyes smoldering as he takes the tip of his thumb and starts to slowly caress your soaked folds. He gauges your reaction, your wide eyes and panting mouth as he starts to circle your clit slowly through the dripping lace.Â
   âJoellll,â you whine out, your manicured nails digging into the leather of the couch.Â
   âYeah? Does it feel good,â he teases as he presses harder against your buzzing bundle of nerves.Â
   âMhm, need more. Need you toâŚâ
   âShhh. Iâve got ya, angel. Jusâ gettinâ ya nice and worked up. Want you drippinâ for me. Want this pretty pussy messy and sticky so I can drink you down like a bottle of sweet whiskey,â he purrs with mischief written all over those syrupy brown eyes.Â
   Before you can speak, he takes his tongue and runs it slowly over your clothed core, soaking your ruined lace as you stifle out a moan and buck your hips forward. âJoel, please,â you beg as your heels dig into the surface of the dark floor.Â
   âThatâs what I thought,â he teases as his dark eyes shift up toward you. âNow, letâs get these off ya, shall we?â He pulls your lacy panties down your legs and over your high heeled stilettos, bunching up the ruined material and shoving them deep into the pocket of his jeans.Â
   He spreads you wide, your pussy on full display as he sits back on his heels and gawks at you, sliding his palm over his silvery scruff as his eyes blow out wide. He groans, long and deep as he takes in the sight of your dripping core. You can barely breathe as you watch him take you in nice and slow, his eyes alight with fire you want to dip your fingertips into.Â
   âGoddamn. Youâre fuckinâ perfect, angel. Look at that pretty pink pussy. Drippinâ and soppinâ jusâ for me, ainât that right?â He smirks, eyes blowing out into black pits as he leans back down and starts spreading your thighs, his meaty hands holding you down while his cool breath blows over your sensitive center.Â
   You squirm underneath him, feeling sweat pool beneath your long locks as you watch him become mesmerized with your glistening, sticky core. âJoel,â you whisper, barely making a sound as you try to hold yourself back from crushing his face to your center.Â
   âMmm, yeah. Youâre such a messy girl, think I need to clean you up,â he purrs as his thumb lightly traces over your sticky folds.Â
   âPlease,âyou beg as you groan out with need. âYour mouth, Joel. I need it,â you whine.
   âYeah, ya do,â he smirks. The next thing you know, heâs leaning down and licking a thick, clean stripe all the way from your dripping hole to the tops of your curls above your glistening mound. You moan, body writhing beneath him as he takes his meaty hands and holds your hips still.Â
   âYou taste so fuckinâ sweet, angel. Jusâ hold on. Let me take care of this pretty pussy.â
   He dives back in, his thick fingers spreading your folds wide as he devours you whole. His tongue languidly slides up and down, collecting drops of slick as he works you nice and slow. Your hips cant up every time his large tongue glides over your buzzing mound, feeling the electric zaps of lightning shooting down your spine when he takes his time and drowns himself in your messy pussy.Â
   He works and works and works you over, drawing meticulous circles around your puffy clit while your eyes roll back, and you toss your head back in full elation. You can feel the energy coursing through your body, feel that aching desire being fed as he feeds on you, flicking his tongue up and down ravenously until you swear you see stars in your vision.Â
   You tangle your fingers into his greying locks, hear him groan under your hold as you fight to keep a grip on yourself. Youâre so close to spilling, so close to elated bliss as your body hums beneath your skin.Â
   âEyes on me, angel. Wanna see those beautiful eyes. Watch me, wanna see you fall apart against my tongue,â he purrs as he licks another long stripe up the center of your folds.
   When you snap your eyes open, they go wide as you look at the hungry beast of a man beneath you. He looks completely wrecked, black blown eyes searing into your gaze, his beard dripping in your glistening arousal, his rough tongue working your aching bundle of nerves while his large hands hold your thighs down, making sure you do cum beneath his tongue.Â
   Youâre a panting mess, high pitched moans drowning out the blaring music from the other side of the club while you feel yourself start to break. Another wave of slick hits his tongue, and youâre fighting everything inside you to hold on just a little longer.
   âDonât hold back, sweetheart. Wanna see you, wanna taste you. Câmon now, give it to me,â he growls. He pulls your puffy clit into his mouth and sucks, firing off every single nerve ending in your body until you canât hold on anymore. Youâre gone.Â
   âJoel - fuck,â you moan as you feel the tingling sensations run flush down your spine, igniting fireworks in your mind that make you dizzy, and then youâre spilling yourself all over him. Slick builds on his tongue, and he groans while he laps up every bit of it while he growls good girl through the pleasurable licks. He keeps you there till thereâs not a hint of slick left between your thighs, he eats you up like a ravenous dog thatâs starving for you.Â
   When heâs finished, he looks up and smirks at you with a mischievous smile. âHow was that, angel? Did I make you feel good?â
   You nod your head up and down slowly. âSo good. Iâve never felt anything quite like that,â you pant out as he chuckles up at you.Â
   âWell, thatâs good. âCause Iâm not done with you yet,â he smirks.
   âWhat?â you ask with wide eyes. Not done with you yet?Â
   âOh no, angel. That was one orgasm. Youâre gonna give me another one.â
   âAnother one? But IâŚâ
   âKnow you have more in you, sweetheart. Let me get you there, let me make you lose control.â
   He slides you forward, holding your hip down with one of his meaty hands while his other starts to play with your sensitive mound. âI can make you cum in so many ways. This time Iâll take you through with my fingers, know exactly where to get ya,â he smirks, his blown out eyes looking like black pits of desire, a pit youâll gladly follow him into.Â
   You pant out in a needy whine, watching him drag his middle and ring fingers down your folds, and then shoving them deep into your dripping hole. âOh,â you moan as he bends his fingers and reaches that spongy, soft spot that makes slick collect on his drenched knuckles.Â
   âYeah? Feel good?â he asks with a smug smirk on that handsome face, your release still sticking through his greying threads throughout his beard. The sight of it makes you drip more for him, panting out a moan when you respond.
   âMhm, Joel. Feels - so good,â you murmur as you dig your nails into the shoulder of his crimson shirt.Â
   âMmm, thatâs what I like to hear,â he responds while licking his lower lip seductively.Â
   He pushes the back of his thumb into your buzzing clit, drawing slow, meticulous circles while his other fingers pump in and out of you, drawing wet, squelching noises out of you that just seem to turn him on even more.Â
   âCâmon, angel. Tell me how good Iâm makinâ ya feel,â he purrs as he continues pulverizing your needy pussy.Â
   âSo fucking good. Oh my god, Joel,â you whine as he bathes you in pure ecstasy, coating you in desires you didnât even know you had in you. All you know is you want more, need more of him.Â
   âMmm, thatâs good, angel. Wanna make you cum again,â he growls as his dark, blown out eyes tear into your whimpering soul.Â
   âPlease, Joel. Feels so good. Your fingers, your⌠fuck,â you whine as he ruts up into you, pushing on that sweet, spongy area that makes slick drip down his huge knuckles.Â
   He chuckles, speeding up his meticulous circles of your clit and thrusting his fingers deep inside your messy hole. The wet noises of his calloused fingers brushing up into you are sinful, filling you to the brim until you can barely hold yourself back. Youâre about to cum again, but this time feels much different than the last.Â
   âCâmon now, messy girl. Spill for me, soak me,â he growls as his fingers move faster in and out of you, continuously tormenting you with how fucking good you feel beneath his touch.Â
   âJoel, Iâm gonna⌠gonnaâŚâ
   âGive it to me,â he demands with the bite of his snarl and blown out black pupils.Â
   One more hit to your spongy walls and heâs knocking the orgasm out of you. His thumb stays clenched down on your throbbing clit, and your orgasm washes through you like a raging hurricane that destroys whole cities with its powerful riptides. You spill yourself, experiencing a new sensation that almost overpowers you as it takes you on the ride of your life. You start squirting, your elated moans filling the emptiness of the room as you release hot, damp slick all over his crimson button-up.Â
   âOh fuck yeah, angel. Thatâs a good fuckinâ girl. Goddamn,â he praises as his fingers slowly massage your insides, working out your mind blowing orgasm as you fight to keep yourself upright.Â
   The arousal glistens on his salt-and-pepper scruff, slick coating the front of his soft material, while heâs knuckles deep into your dripping pussy as you take in just how fucked out he looks. He looks so hot with his messy curls falling down into his blown out eyes, his tongue licking his bottom lip seductively while he works you nice and slow with those meticulous fingers of his. Heâs a work of art, a perfect masterpiece that you donât want to stop looking at. Heâs everything you really ever wanted in a man. And he looks so wrecked.Â
   His eyes narrow playfully, black pits that swallow you whole as he hooks your tired legs over his broad shoulders and slides you to the very edge of the damp leather couch. His breath blows over your sensitive center, and you can barely tolerate anymore.Â
   âJoel,â you whine, feeling like you have nothing else to give.Â
   âSâokay, angel. One more, give me one more,â he coaxes as he melts his mouth down to your over sensitive core.Â
   You have no room to speak, nowhere to go as he melds his tongue against your folds, dipping inside you, stroking languid licks against your aching clit thatâs pulsing and so sensitive. He takes you past the edge, past all your boundaries as you dig your fingers into his mop of messy curls.Â
   âJoel, itâs too much. I canât cum again. I canâtâŚâ you whine as he pops his mouth off your puffy clit.Â
   âYou can, angel. One more. Give me one more,â he purrs as you nod your head and hold in a whine. He takes his tongue and licks a thick strip all the way up your core, collecting slick against his tongue while he works up another building orgasm that you didnât know you had left in you.Â
   His fingers curl into you, reaching your spongy walls as his tongue pulls your drenched clit into his warm mouth. He sucks and drools over you, mixing his own saliva into your slick clit as he sucks and slurps on your aching core.Â
   âJoel, I think Iâm about toâŚâ
   âThatâs it, angel. One more time, let me hear those pretty moans. Say my name. Say it,â he slurs as he pushes his nose into the curls above your mound and licks feverishly against your puffy clit.Â
   âAhhh, Joellll,â you moan as you feel your slick wash through you, coating his tongue as he generously laps you up, panting between licks as he holds your hips down to lavish in your white hot release.Â
   Your breath comes in waves, leaning your head back into the cushion of the leather couch as you watch him languidly clean all the slick from your sore, over sensitive pussy.Â
   When heâs finished cleaning you off, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks up at you with that devilish, handsome grin you burn into the back of your buzzing brain. He pulls the skirt of your dress down and pushes himself up, collapsing into the spot next to you on the plushy couch.Â
   You both sigh, breathing heavily as he looks over at you and smiles, his blown out eyes relaxing into honey glazed eyes that burn holes through your vision. Heâs so pretty when he smiles, eyes alight and his messy curls falling into his sweaty forehead. He looks fucking wrecked, but he looks so good like that. You wonder what heâd look like with you between his large legsâŚ
   âHow was that, hmm? Did I exceed your expectations?â he smirks as he lets his head fall back into the couch, glowing eyes staring right through you.Â
   You smile, taking a deep breath as you let your aching muscles relax. âThat was the best three orgasms of my life. Youâre pretty⌠amazing,â you beam as you see the hint of a sparkle in those thick pools of honey.Â
   âGlad I could make ya feel good, angel. You deserve it, and Iâm so happy that I could be of some assistance,â he chuckles as his calloused fingers slowly trail up and down your thigh, a gentle rhythm that puts you at ease.Â
   Suddenly, you feel like you should move, get up from this couch full of comfort. You want to make him feel good. You should, after he coaxed three insane orgasms out of you, you feel as if you owe him. And you want to, need to give him the same. So you will. Right now.Â
   You slowly slide from the couch, ending on your knees as you crawl between his legs, laying your hands flat on his jeans while your fingertips dig into the meat of his thighs. You want to taste him just like he tasted you.Â
   âWhat are you doinâ down there, angel, hmm?â he asks curiously with one eyebrow raised high on his forehead.Â
   You brush your fingertips higher, hands now resting on his leather belt. âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â You smirk up at him and watch his eyes darken with desire.Â
   He runs his tongue smoothly over his bottom teeth and gives you a crooked half grin that makes you weak in the knees. âThought you didnât like goinâ down on guys, sweetheart. Change your mind?â His jaw ticks, and he looks at you as if heâs teasing you in the best possible way.Â
   You smile sweetly up at him and say, âWell, youâre not just any guy,â you laugh as you roll your eyes. âYouâre not them, you gave me pleasure first, indescribable bliss. So let me repay the favor. I want to do this. You didnât ask, I just want to give you exactly what you gave me.â
   He leans forward, narrowing his dark eyes as he smirks devilishly your way, licking his lower lip as he gazes hungrily into your eyes. âThink you can handle it?â
   Your breath hitches, watching the way heâs teasing you, dark eyes alight with mischief written in those flecks of black charcoal. If he thinks thatâs turning you on again then heâs absolutely right. Youâre already so wet again, slick pooling in between your sticky thighs.Â
   You lean forward and undo his leather belt as you toss it to the floor in a heap, smirking smugly up at him. âOh, I can handle it.â
   He cocks a thick eyebrow up and relaxes into the slick couch, spreading his legs as he nods down to his jeans. âAlright then, sweetheart. Letâs see what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours.â
   You giggle silently and smile up at him, leisurely unzipping his zipper and tugging down his denim jeans, along with his black boxers. When his erect cock springs free, you gawk over how absolutely massive he is. His long, thick cock is leaking precum, the swollen red tip of him begging to be touched. Heâs so fucking big that you can barely form a coherent sentence, heâs absolutely sensational.Â
   âWhatâs the matter, angel?â he teases as he cocks his head to the side, a sarcastic smile tugging at his plush lips. âThink you can still handle it?â
   You watch him carefully, narrowing your eyes as you smirk up at him. Heâs challenging you, coaxing you to take a hold of him. He doesn't know yet that you canât pass up a challenge, especially when it comes to him. You may be timid most of the time, but this time you need to show him that you can handle him.Â
   You lean forward, inching your hand over his muscular thigh until youâre ghosting over his weeping cock. âOh, I can handle it. Watch me,â you smirk.Â
   He lifts his brows like heâs trying to figure you out, like he wants to crawl inside your scrambled mind until he finds exactly what he wants to know. But somehow he knows you can handle it, so he leans back into the leather and nods his head. âGo on, then. Handle it,â he challenges.Â
   You lick your glossy lips seductively as you reach your hand around the girth of his thick cock, slowly spreading the building precum up and down his shaft as you indulge in the wet sounds your hands are making working up and down him. He groans, shifting his hips forward as he relaxes his back against the leather of the couch.
   Keeping your eyes on him, you lean down and slowly lick up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, languidly taking your time and ending at the tip as you swirl your tongue in slow circles over his swollen red head.
   âChrist,â he groans, his dark pits turning carnal as he watches you take him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out as you start to bob your head up and down slowly, one hand at the base working the bottom of his shaft while your spit mixes with his precum.Â
   You feel him squirm underneath you, his cock spasming in your mouth as you take him deeper, feeling your drool coat his slick cock as you suck him and tease him with your tongue, your hand, the back of your throat. He tastes so good, the salty bitterness sliding down your throat as you drink him down like heâs a fresh glass of sweet lemonade on a hot summer day in Austin.
   You take a breather, pulling off of him as you wrap your hand around his large length and start spreading your drool over him, making him messy as you smile sweetly up at him.
   He looks at you with cloudy eyes, looking absolutely fucked out as he takes you in. Messy lips, lip gloss smeared over his slick cock, a bead of drool connecting from his weeping tip to your lower lip, cheeks flushed pink as you look up at him with glossy eyes. He thinks youâre fucking perfect, a vision only the gods should see. And he feels as if heâs won the lottery because youâre a goddamn treasure.Â
   âFuck, sweetheart. Didnât know you were so good with that pretty mouth of yours. Not too shy now, are ya?â he chuckles as he traces your bottom lip, catching the strand of drool that connects you to him like an intricate spider web spun around his swollen cock.Â
   âGuess not,â you say as you shake your head. The way heâs looking at you seems intimate, even through his big, blown out eyes, itâs like heâs fawning over you, the position youâre in, between his knees, hand wrapped around his shaft, drool pooling in your mouth. Itâs too much, too affectionate, youâre suddenly a blushing mess.Â
   âWell, go on, angel. Keep goinâ. Beinâ such a good girl with that pretty mouth, donât stop on my account,â he chuckles, sliding his tongue menacingly over his bottom teeth as he winks at you.Â
   You feel crimson fill your cheeks as you get back to work. You take him back in your mouth, slowly sliding down, down, down until youâre nearly choking on him. You make a muffled, gagging sound around him, and he tenses under you, groaning your name as he takes a hand and wraps it around your hair, holding it out of the way as you devour him.Â
   âAttagirl, thatâs it,â he hisses through his teeth when you go back down on him, your tongue twirling around his tip after you slide up and down the shaft of him, ending at his balls while you suck and wet them with your drool and spit.Â
   âGoddamn,â he moans, cupping the back of your neck while your hair is wrapped firmly around his hand. When you come back up to the red, angry tip, he rasps out. âThink you can take me deeper, sweetheart?â
   Your heart speeds up, pulling itself into your throat as you swallow back any hesitation. Heâs so big, itâll be hard, but youâll try. As long as he can guide you, you think you can do it.Â
   You slowly nod your head up and down, taking a nice, deep breath while you still have the chance. âMhm, yeah. I can try,â you pant out as he smiles warmly down at you.Â
   âAlright, angel. Gonna guide you, okay? Jusâ wrap your hand around my wrist if it gets too much. Donât wanna take you past your limits,â he chuckles, placing his large hand back where it was, keeping your hair wrapped around his calloused fingers.Â
   You open your mouth wide, taking him back in your mouth while he slowly guides you down against him. You hollow your cheeks, opening your throat as he takes you down down down until your nose is grazing against the coarse, dark hair at the base of him. When you come back up again, breathing fresh air through your nose, he asks if youâre okay. When you nod your head yes, he smirks and takes you back down.Â
   He speeds up his movements, guiding you back and forth down on his messy cock as he starts to fuck up into your mouth. The pacing is swift, erratic, desperate as he drives your mouth down on him over and over again. Youâre so fucking full of him that obscene, squelching noises are coming out of your throat while you mouth fuck him again and again and again. Youâre drowning in your own saliva, the drool pooling out of your throat and onto his large length while you gag and choke on his massive cock.Â
   You canât hear the thumping music out on the dance floor anymore, can only hear his stifled moans and the throat fucking noises reverberate across the dimly lit private room. Your eyes water, mascara running down your eyes while his hand tightens and pulls firmly on your hair, your own moans filling the space while you slip one hand under your dress while the other grips the end of his shirt.Â
   You circle your aching clit, feeling pleasure run through your body while he ruts his hips into your mouth and chokes on another heated moan. âLook at you, angel. Already soakinâ again, yeah? Chokinâ on this fat cock made you wet again, hmm?â he teases as he lifts your mouth up and watches the drool pool from your tired mouth.Â
   âMhm, it did,â you nod as the breath leaves your body, his salty taste still lingering in the back of your throat while your hand goes back to slowly working him up and down.Â
   You moan out in pleasure, feeling the precipice of your orgasm about to wash over you as he watches with wrecked black eyes. âGonna cum again, angel?â
   âYe- yeah,â you pant as you feel the white hot sensation start to take over, feeling your muscles collapse beneath your knees as he places a sturdy hand on your shoulder to keep you from falling over. âJoelllll,â you scream as he works you through your orgasm.
   âOh, fuck yeah, sweetheart. Such a good girl spillinâ for me again. There ya go, what an angel,â he purrs as you fight to keep your eyes open, feeling the aftershocks of a fourth orgasm in just under an hour. Youâve never cum this many times, but also youâve never met a man like Joel. A pure menace that keeps you on your toes.Â
   He keeps you upright while you lean into his meaty thighs, one hand languidly stroking him up and down while the slick and drool collects in your palm. âJoel,â you whine with a pathetic cry that whimpers from your throat.Â
   âWhat do ya need, sweetheart? Tell me what you want,â he coaxes, his thick fingers massaging the back of your shoulders gently.Â
   âWant to⌠want to finish you off. Wanna make you cum,â you groan out.Â
   He looks down at you, gentle brown eyes gazing through you as a light chuckle comes from his lips. âYou seem pretty tired, darlinâ. You sure you canâŚâ
   âYes,â you snap, eyes heating into his like a swirling fire. âLet me finish you off. Gag me, Joel. Fuck my mouth, please,â you beg.
   He chuckles out, eyes blowing back out as he smirks your way. âSuch a dirty girl, ainât ya? Alright, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely, Iâll jusâ give ya what you want.â
   He grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you in place as he brings his weeping cock up to your mouth and thrusts in, hitting the back of your throat while you gag and swallow him whole, his massive cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. You sit there and take it, on your knees while your hands dig into the meat of his thighs.Â
   His thrusts speed up, snapping his hips into the air as he grunts and swallows your name on elated moans. âThatâs a good fuckinâ girl, yeah. Takinâ me so well, sweetheart. Goddamn,â he grunts as he thrusts harder into the back of your throat.Â
   Heâs so close, you can feel it by the winded breaths and breathy moans, his body coming to life every time he ruts up into you. Itâs like heâs everywhere all at once, his salty cum sliding down your hot throat as you feel him about to burst.Â
   âFuck, Iâm not gonna last any longer, angel. Iâm gonna⌠gonna cum,â he huffs as he tightens his fist through your messy curls. You inhale his musk, the smell of sweat and sex consuming you while he mouth fucks you nice and hard.Â
   Just when you feel like youâre about to run out of breath, he thrusts deep inside your throat, your nose gliding against the base of his coarse hairs when you feel his cock spasm around the back of your throat. Before you know it, hot ropes of white cum are filling you, shooting down your closed up throat as you drink his salty release down.Â
   âChrist,â he groans as he releases the last of his cum, filling you nice and full with the white spurts of him.Â
   He releases his grip in your hair, pushing you back as he slowly slides out of your drool encased throat. When you finally take a breather, you cough a few times, choking on nothing until youâre panting out in raspy breaths.Â
   You see him tuck himself back into his boxers, sliding his jeans up his hips as he zips himself back up and reaches down, cupping your chin as he takes a good look at the absolute wreck he made you.Â
   âLook at you,â he laughs, gazing into your tear soaked eyes while his thumb gently grazes against your drool covered mouth, lip gloss covering half your chin. âReally did a number on ya, huh?â he teases.Â
   âLooks like it,â you smile.Â
   He smiles back, and itâs so warm that you have to stop and take a long, deep breath. Heâs positively radiating right now, and it makes something tug hard inside your core. âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â he asks.Â
   He unbuttons the red collared button-up quickly, throwing his pristine white t-shirt over his head. And you canât help but gawk at his tanned, glowing skin and the ripped muscles he has against his broad chest. Heâs fucking gorgeous, he almost doesnât even look real.Â
   âCâmere,â he chuckles as he takes the soft t-shirt and cleans you off, running the cotton material against your messy mouth, your rainy eyes, your clumpy mascara, your sweat covered forehead. Heâs so gentle with his large hands, almost delicate as he traces every inch of your face until youâre all cleaned up. You canât help but stare at him the entire time he takes care of you. Youâve never had this, never known this.Â
   Why was he doing this for you? Surely heâd just leave you to clean up after yourself, but he doesnât. He does it for you.Â
   âThere ya go, all better,â he smiles gently, his caramel eyes a lighter brown as he stares back at you, something warm and admirable in his flecked starry eyes. Itâs nothing like youâve seen before. Itâs new, uncharted territory. âFeel better?â
   âYeah,â you say in a daze, still on your sore knees while you stare up at him, eyelashes batting slowly.Â
   âGood, thatâs good,â he nods slowly, thumb still trailing along your jawline smoothly. Itâs like youâre in a fog, your mind racing at whatever this is. Heâs a menace, but heâs also so, so⌠caring. You almost canât say the word.Â
   He throws on his silky shirt again, butting the small buttons as he covers his tanned, hairy chest. You almost mourn the loss of his sweaty, glistening chest.Â
   âWhat are you still doinâ on the floor?â he laughs as he scoots over to the edge of the couch, leaving the left side open for you.Â
   âOh, I donât know. Guess I got stuck,â you giggle as you shake your head, but honestly youâre just so tired, and you canât stop looking at his mess of curls and honey colored eyes that you want to slip into.Â
   âWell, câmon now. Letâs get you up. Câmere.â He lifts you up off the hard floor, turning you around to where youâre facing the opposite way. He leans back into the armrest of the chair, parting his legs as he scoops you up into his lap and pulls his arms around your waist while one hand gently slides up and down your bare right arm, his fingertips trailing against smooth skin.Â
   Your body is so confused, muscles tensing with every stroke of his thumb. You shouldnât stiffen up, shouldnât shy away from him because he feels so warm, but yet your body doesnât even know whatâs happening. Why is he being so soft, so gentle? Your mind must be playing tricks on you. This isnât normal. At least not normal for youâŚ
   Joel immediately notices your tight, strained muscles and carefully grips your shoulder. âHey, why are you so tense? Hmm?â he asks with knit together brows, looking down at you with concern lathered all in those syrupy eyes.Â
   You shrug, giving him your best perplexed look at you flutter your long lashes up at him. âI donât know, guess Iâm just known to be a little tense,â you whisper out, your eyes still staring up into those pools of warmth.Â
   He smiles at you, chuckling out as he rubs the back of your neck, his thick fingers feeling like magic as they gradually dance over your smooth skin. âRelax,â he coaxes as he slides you up further on his lap, resting one arm lazily over your hip and the other drawing gentle circles in the crease of your arm.Â
   Relax. The word slips through you, pulling every tense muscle out of its binds, releasing you slowly from any worries or anxiety in your buzzing mind. Youâre here with Joel, you can relax. You donât have to always go into fight or flight mode after being physical. This is a safe space. He is a safe space.Â
   You nuzzle into the middle of his chest, resting your hand on the warm button-up as your hand brushes right over his beating heart. You can feel it beat a million miles an hour, the galloping hooves pumping in his veins. You also feel your own heart, steady and pacing wildly, and they start to mix together slowly.Â
   Thump, thump, thump. Itâs like your beats almost match his. A swift race of only two bodies colliding into the other, both running toward the other until you mesh into one. Two falling stars predestined to fall together. Binary stars.
   You nestle your cheek into the cotton of his button-up, your hand slipping under his shirt as you feel hot, sticky skin and the flex of strong muscles. He flexes his arm across your back and languidly strokes up and down your spine, calming you of any tension and putting your tired muscles at rest.Â
   He smells so good, woodsy pine scents sticking to his flannel, sweet whiskey collecting on his tongue, and maybe the hint of some kind of tobacco in his hair from the wild crowd outside this roomâs door. You get so lost in his scent that you just now realize heâs stroking the back of your head, fingers combing through your locks of hair as he caresses your lower back with his other hand.Â
   You close your eyes, breathing him deep as you relax into his soothing touch, feeling every brush of his calloused fingertips as he rubs the back of your head gently. Your eyes flash open when you realize just what this is. Aftercare.Â
   Aftercare? Joel was giving you⌠aftercare? But why? No one had ever given you that. Why would he want to give you that?Â
   He rips you out of your distant thoughts, his deep, gravelly voice blowing gently through your ear. âYou okay?â he asks as he trails his index finger up and down your wrist. You wish heâd never stop.Â
   âMhm,â you hum as you nuzzle into his arm, wrapping yourself around it as you hear him chuckle lightly above you while his head comes to rest on the top of your head.Â
   âYou thirsty?â
   âYeah, actually,â you murmur against the cotton material rubbing softly against your cheek.Â
   âAlright, let me jusâ go grab some water for you, sweetheart.â He shifts his weight carefully, sliding out from underneath you as he positions you against the soft cushion of the couch. âYou gonna be alright if Iâm gone for a few minutes?â
   You flick your eyes up to his and nod sleepily. âMhm.â
   âOkay, angel. Be right back.âÂ
   Before he goes, he softly caresses your cheek with the back of his hand and then makes his way toward the door. He tugs it open, allowing the flow of carrying music to enter the room until he closes it gently, making the loud music suddenly go silent.Â
   You breathe out a sigh, relaxing into the black leather as you place your fingers against the seat of the cushion. You still smell him, that whiskey and woodsy scent you could get drunk off. It engulfs you, makes you drunk with need. And then you feel that low tug when you think of those smoldering dark eyes and that lazy, crooked smile that seems to send your heart into a full on race.Â
   Youâre getting attached to him. You shouldnât, you donât need another shattered heart. But maybe Joel would be different, he is different. So maybe you need to let your concrete walls down again. Maybe for him you wouldâŚ
   You close your eyes, concentrate on soothing the growing ache in between your legs, breathing in his cologne thatâs left lathered in the leather on the couch. Itâs soothing, almost like a bedtime melody that can hum you to sleep. Youâre so close to fading off, drifting into a calm sleep until you hear the rustling noise of a door being opened and the sound of party goers float through the dimly lit room.Â
   Once you push yourself to a sitting position, Joel joins you next to you on the couch, skimming his denim jeans against your bare leg. âSorry I took so long. Thought you might be hungry, too.â
   Before you can ask what he means, he brings a basket of golden chicken fingers around his side and hands it to you, while his big brown gaze smiles back at you. Your mouth drops open, and you gawk at him. Chicken? He remembered what you said.
   Blinking once, twice, three times in shock, you finally reach out and grab the red basket while your fingertips brush against his. âChicken fingers? I didnât think you had any food here? I thought you saidâŚâ
   He laughs and places his hand on your thigh softly. âWell, if I remember correctly, some random girl just waltzed in here last weekend and started complaining âbout there not beinâ any food. Specifically chicken.âÂ
   He raises his brows and smirks your way, continuing his conversation. âShe got me thinkinâ maybe I could use a private menu, somethinâ not open to the public jusâ yet. Maybe she wants to try it out first, hmm?â
   You narrow your eyes playfully, grabbing a piece of a fried chicken finger and breaking off half. âYeah? Maybe she does want to try,â you say flirtatiously. When you take a bite of the delicious goodness, you canât help but groan at the taste of it. âHoly shit, this is really good,â you reply with a little bounce in your seat.Â
   He chuckles and smiles, grabbing the other half from your hand and bites into it. âYeah? That good?â he laughs as he folds himself back into the cushion of the couch.Â
   âYeah,â you reply with a smile wide on your face.Â
   He changed the signs for you, made chicken for you, made you feel pleasure like youâve never known before in your life, gave you aftercare. Joel was⌠something out of a dream. So charming, handsome, dominant but yet so soft. You really needed to be careful with this one.Â
   The red embers in the fire crackle in the corner while you and Joel talk about books, hobbies, music, your likes and dislikes. And itâs so easy as you fall back into laughter with him, flirting and smiling to each other while the both of you sip on iced waters and finish off the crispy chicken.Â
   âWhyâd you do it?â you ask quietly, after the chicken is finished off and you sit with your legs sprawled across his lap, his calloused fingers running slowly up and down your smooth skin.
   âDo what?â he asks, cocking his head to the side as those pools of honey flood your mind.Â
   âThe pink signs, the chicken, and whatever else you changed that I didnât notice.â
   He looks at you a minute, his honey eyes glazing over yours while his greying scruff catches the dimly lit lighting of the glowing room. And it looks like heâs contemplating if he wants to say anything or not. He slightly shrugs and smiles over at you. âGuess it jusâ took a special girl to open my eyes.â
   âOh,â you gulp.Â
   Special girl? He thinks youâre special? Oh.Â
   His eyes never leave yours, those smoldering brown eyes you canât get enough of. And youâre afraid youâre already falling hard.Â
   You nod to his pocket that he stuffed your panties in and raise an eyebrow at him. âYou gonna give me those back, Mr. Club Owner?â you tease as he smirks over at you with a devilish glint to his dark eyes.Â
   âI donât think so, angel. Think I might jusâ keep âem. Besides, they look better off you,â he winks as your cheeks flush red.Â
   You shake your head and laugh. âYouâre a menace, Joel. You know that?â
   He throws his head back and chuckles loudly as his laugh carries around the large room. You love it, the sound of his deep, infectious laugh. Youâre in big trouble, and you know that now. But thereâs no going back now, itâs too late for that. Heâs already had a taste of you, and you want more.
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You look like a fun place to sit.
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Pairing: Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader
Words count: 2667
Rating: + 18, MDNI
Summary: You decide to enjoy a night at the movies, your neighbor Frankie ruins it all. Or maybe not?
Tags: pov second person, no use of y/n, fluff, sort of romcom vibes (?), smut, enemies to lovers, age unspecified but they are both full grown adults, Frankie is annoying but also cute and lovely and fucking gorgeous, reader has hair, breasts and vagina, other than that no other description of her is given, fingering (f receiving), sexual acts in public places (again? Again. I'm not even particularly interested in doing that irl I don't know what to say to you, please forgive me), pet names (honey, baby, princess), arguing, kissing, no use of Spanish because I terribly suck at it and I don't want to butcher another language LOL. If by chance I realize I forgot something I'll add it right away.
Itâs my first Frankie ff and Iâm so incredibly nervous to post it you all! I really hope it doesnât sucks because I had so much fun writing it today in one sitting âcause Iâm just an impulsive impatient mess. (Leo sun and Aries moon, what do you expect from me if not chaos? I had nothing a few hours ago, I even skipped WIP Wednesday and btw thanks for the tag @almostempty đŠˇ)
Title comes from a gif of Karen Walker from Will and Grace that I saw last night, it made me laugh a lot and this thing was born LOL
As usual, English is not my first language so please be gentle, no beta and no proofreading, itâs tiny and itâs all my fault, Iâm sorry đ Thanks to anyone who will read this!
âExcuse me, you should stand up, thatâs my seatâÂ
Frankie turns, looking at you with a surprised expression âI donât think so, youâre wrongâ he replies.Â
Ugh, your neighbor.
Frankie lives two houses away from you. Last winter you had a fight at a neighborhood meeting because you pointed out that he keeps forgetting to put the recycling bins back in, and he told you to mind your own business and called you an hysterical witch.
A stupid fight that ended up with you not saying hello to each other and various other arguments about your flashy Christmas lights or his overgrown yard. You and Frankie fight constantly, about everything. And now he's here.
You glare at him âIâm not wrong at all, lookâ and you wave your ticket under his nose âP10, see? Itâs my seat and youâre rudeâ.Â
A grin spreads across his face âlisten, honey, I donât know where you got this ticket, you probably made it yourself, I bought it a moment ago and itâs the same seatâÂ
He takes a card out of his pocket and hands it to you, remaining comfortably seated with a large popcorn box.Â
You look at the ticket, him again, the ticket again âhow the hell is that possible?! I booked it on their website a week agoâÂ
He sneers âI told you! It must be a system error, I donât know, Iâm not getting up from hereâ
You are furious. The theater is filling up and you absolutely donât want to leave, you have been waiting for this movie for months and you have inspected the theater map choosing a seat that would guarantee you the very best view.
âI bought it first, so I have more right to be here than you do,â you say firmly and Frankie laughs.Â
âWhere are we, elementary school? Listen, honey, go buy yourself another ticket and leave me alone.â He replies crunching on popcorn.
The way he calls you âhoneyâ irritates you deeply, it sounds like an insult.
âIâm not going anywhere, YOU get the fuck out of hereâ you hiss.Â
âNoâ he simply replies and then he turns back at the screen pretending youâre not there.Â
âTruly a gentleman, as usual. I have no words.â you roll your eyes and search for an usher to ask for help. No one is there.Â
The movie starts in 5 minutes and you donât want to miss anything you paid for. If you went to the box office right now to complain it would take forever to get back in.Â
âFuckâ you exclaim and sit down next to him huffing. You are sure that someone will make you get up very early and it pisses you off.
Frankie continues to nibble on his popcorn and looks at you with an extremely amused expression, it seems like the show has become you.
âWhy do you care so much about this movie anyway?â he asks you. âDoes any of your relatives happen to be in it?âÂ
Youâre fuming.Â
His teasing tone, his vaguely Spanish accent, his smirk, the sound of him chewing, everything bothers you.
âNo. Shut the fuck upâ you tell him with a death stare.Â
You wonât tell him that your favorite actor stars in it, that you have every photo from the set of this movie saved on your phone, that youâve read every article about it, and that you couldnât wait to enjoy it on the first day of screening.
You can already hear his raucous laughter. No, you would never tell Frankie anything like that.
âYou're not one of that guy's crazy fans, are you?âÂ
âWhat guy?â you ask him, pretending not to know what he's talking about. âGladiator is one of my favorite movies, that's all. I just wanted to watch the sequel in peace. Someone is stopping me, thoughâÂ
âThat guy, I bet you like him, whatâs his name? Paul Pascal?â he stares at you searching for every little involuntary movement on your face that might give you away.Â
âOh for Godâs sake, what are you doing here anyway? Do you even know what you're about to see? They are Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, two different people, you uncultered swine.â You yell. This guy is impossible.
âYeah, whatever, so which one do you fancy?â
âFucking nobodyâ you lie âI just want to watch a movie after a horrible week at work, okay?â You try to play on his guilt. If he has one, you think.
âWell, I've had a rough week too, okay?â he shrugs without stopping to give you that annoying little smile. âAnd it's not my fault that this theater is having problems with its computer system.â
You glance at him, wondering if he's telling the truth, it's impossible to guess from his face.
People keep sitting in the front rows and you start hoping that luck will be on your side and that no one will make you get up.
âOkay, look, now we're going to watch this movie and then we'll go our separate ways, please don't bother me anymore"
âAs you wish, princessâ he replies ironically.
You don't even answer him, you're too busy checking that no other people come in.
Finally the opening credits start to roll and the doors close with a dull thud.
You made it, despite this unbearable guy, you feel victorious.
You begin to relax in your chair and you don't know why you turn to look at him, lingering on his face for the first time in months.
His eyes are fixed on the screen. In the dim light you observe his raven curly hair tucked under his baseball cap, his dark eyes, the line of his prominent nose, his scruffy beard, his mustache, just above a pair of lips that seem made for kissing.
Really, truly, gorgeous.
You're so busy arguing with him all the time that you never realized how handsome he is.
He's wearing a grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans, you canât help but admire the way the fabrics hug his body so deliciously.Â
Heâs just your type, built up in all the right ways, you find yourself unable to take your eyes off him until the last second. Then the movie starts and you look away.
Heâs still your number one enemy, what the hell were you thinking?
When Pedro first appears, you shift in your seat, crossing your legs.
âFUCKâ you scream internally âhere we goâ
Unbelievably stunning in his armor, youâre basically drooling.Â
You try to stay as composed as possible but Frankie is next to you and notices.
He comes closer to you and whispers in your ear âSo it was all about this guy⌠the fuss beforeâ You feel one of his large hand brushing your arm that is resting on the armchair and you try with all your strength to remain still even if he causes a storm inside you and especially in your panties.Â
âShut. Up.â You hiss, without moving your gaze. You feel his breath on your skin and itâs intoxicating.Â
He chuckles âYeah, that was I was thinkingâ and throws another popcorn into his mouth.
Your cheeks burn and you're thankful you're in the cinema, in the dark.
âWhatâs so special about this guy?â Frankie approaches again âis his penis platinum by any chance? All my female colleagues at work are crazy about himâ
You turn to look at him with the desire to slap him âShut. The. Fuck. Up.âÂ
âOkay, okay, I was just askingâ
You hate people talking at the movies. You wonder if you could have a more annoying guy than Frankie next to you. Probably.Â
Hotter? Probably not.
This dude hits on your last nerve but he makes you horny at the same time.Â
Terrible combination.Â
Frankie settles back into his seat and resumes watching the film.
You can't help but look at him from time to time and your desire grows. even if you're offended that he didn't even offer you his popcorn. Rude.Â
His mouth pouted and his eyebrows furrowed as he seems all focused on the movie makes you want to cup his face and kiss him.
You can still feel the warmth of his hand on your arm and his breath on your neck.
Concentrate, you tell yourself, it's the neighbor you hate, the neighbor you hate, the neighbor you hate. Fuck. You want him so bad. This revelation drives you crazier than Pedro half naked on screen.
At a particularly bloody scene you involuntarily turn around and hide your face on his shoulder.
You feel his arm around you âhey, itâs okay. Iâll tell you when itâs overâ and he holds you tight the whole time.
He smells clean and fresh, like citrus and sage with a light hint of cigarette that you assume he smoked right before entering.Â
Your mind goes fuzzy and your pulse races at an impossibly high rate.Â
âYou can look nowâ and it takes you a few seconds too long to register his words.Â
âTh-Thanksâ you mutter, shifting back to your place.Â
Halfway through the movie the lights come back on and Frankie bursts out laughing looking at you. âWhat?â you ask him with wide eyes âwhat is it that makes you laugh so much?â
âYour faceâ he grins âit's clearly painted on it how much you want that guy. He turns you on, huh?â
You roll your eyes âOh my God! Can't you go sit somewhere else? Two rows down, look how many free seats there areâ
âI like it better hereâÂ
You cuss, thereâs no way to get rid of him.
He has something magnetic that destabilizes you, your eyes fall involuntarily on his neck, slide along his broad chest and stop at the crotch of his pants. From the way he sits you can clearly see that he is quite big.
âWhat are you looking at?â he asks you amusedly.Â
You immediately look up. âNothingâÂ
âNothing my ass. Did you like what you saw?âÂ
Fuck. He noticed. You're done for. You hate to make him understand that after all, yes, you like what you saw. He seems pleased, proud, you would so much like to wipe that little smile off his face. As much as you struggle to admit it to yourself, you like him.
âWell, maybeâŚafter all, you look like a fun place to sitâÂ
You can't believe you actually said that.
Frankie's response is not long in coming, his eyes immediately darken and his smile twists in a mischievous way.
The lights go out again and you feel him tug gently on your arm âcome here, prettyâ
He sits you down on his lap and as the movie starts again he whispers âwas that what you wanted the whole time? Were you offended that I didnât invite you?â you can clearly feel his smile spread across your skin just before he places his lips on your neck.
You would like to say something back but his closeness makes you confused and excited.
He sucks your skin like he's hungry and you moan in the dark "shh baby you gotta stay quiet while I give you what you wantâ
You don't know how but you find the strength to reply, "God, you're so arrogant.â
He tightens his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him, now you are practically sitting on his cock. You feel it pressing against your ass, trapped in his pants.
A rush of pleasure wets your pussy and you bite your lips to hold back another moan, you hear his hoarse voice in your ear âMaybe. You like it thoughâ You hate to admit that he is right.Â
The heat of his body envelops you pleasantly, he raises a hand to one of your breasts and squeezes it over your shirt. You like his hands. They are big, expert and eager to touch you, they make your head spin.Â
You completely forgot about the movie, which seemed impossible to you, if they had told you you would have laughed in their face. In no universe would you have expected this.
âGodâ you whine âoh my Godâ His hand slides under your shirt and reveals your breast pulling down your bra, it is still covered but now you can feel his skin against yours. His fingers gently grasp one of your nipples, pulling and twisting it.
âOpen your eyes, baby. Watch the movie like a good girlâ his voice sounds authoritative, it irritates you and another rush of pleasure floods you at the same time.
âItâs not that easyâ you mutter between your teeth as you feel his other hand dangerously approaching the hem of your skirt. He slowly goes up, as you try to hold back and make sure no one notices what heâs doing to you. Luckily, everyone seems enthralled by the film.
At this moment you don't even know why you started arguing so fiercely, if you had known before you would have tried to smooth things over a long time ago.
His fingers reach your panties, you feel them barely touching you and you already feel yourself burning with anticipation.
They move under your skirt, pushing your panties aside, grazing at your outer lips and then dipping inside you âFuck, youâre soakingâÂ
He moves them up and down between your folds, gathering your wetness towards your clit.
You feel his heavy breathing on your neck, his tongue running over your skin and his teeth nibbling on you.
âFuck, Frankieâ you cryÂ
âEyes to the movieâ
You want to turn around and straddle him but there isn't enough room and Frankie holds you firmly anyway.
He applies pressure on your clit just right, starting to move two of his thick fingers in circle over it, the motion of his hand is partially hidden by the fabric of your skirt and your moans die in your throat one after the other. Frankie is rubbing away your sanity, you feel possessed and delirious under his touch.
Your last shred of control is torn by his fingers entering inside you, claiming your cunt as his, curling and scratching at your spongy spot.
Your eyes are still fixed on the screen but your vision is totally blurred, you see nothing, you understand nothing, you only feel Frankie pumping incessantly inside you while continuing to rub your clit with his thumb.
You feel the soft reverberation of his voice behind you, close to your ear âgood girl, you're taking me so wellâ
The subtle Spanish accent in his voice now seems to you the most erotic sound in the world, sweet, melodious, addictive.
He takes you to the edge, you throw your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes so everything goes black and you only feel him, until even biting your lips doesn't help anymore. He covers your mouth with his hand as you explode in a devastating orgasm, you moan against his skin, between his thick fingers that have just left your breast and you already miss them, feeling full and satiated by him.
He uncovers your mouth and kisses your neck, pressing his hand to your hip to keep you from slipping off his lap as your body trembles against his.
âShitâ you mutter âFrankieâŚoh my godâ
âDo you think we can stop arguing all the time now?â He playfully says as he nuzzles at your hair.
âI donât like being told what to do unless Iâm naked, you know, Iâm just like thatâ you reply, grinning and turning around to finally fix your eyes on his.Â
âI noticed itâ
You take off his cap laughing and put it on backwards and before he starts to protest you kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth, tasting butter and salt on his tongue.
âTake me homeâ
âThe movie isn't over yet,â Frankie observes, and you reply, âthat means you'll have to take me to see it again and youâll payâ
âFine to me, princessâÂ
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Caliâs Nameless Challenge
Itâs my first challenge, yâall! In honor of finally hitting the 500k word mark on AO3, I bring you a game Iâve been imagining for a while. Hope you like it.
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|| Bliss ||
Description: What happens when a spoiled and disgraced Princess is handed off to an ex-Winter Soldier as a strategy for the royal family to be rid of her and ensure the Soldier's loyalty to them at the same time?
Pairing: Dark Ex-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes | Brat Princess!Reader.
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier arc. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, arranged marriage, Brat!Reader, Brat Tamer!Bucky, spanking, exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, hair pulling, dumfication, pet names, blow job, gagging, choking, cock warming.
Note: Thank you all so so much for the love on this story! You have no idea how dear I hold it and each and every one of you to my heart! Muah!! <333 The chapter is unedited, I am sorry </3 Also, I did my best to tag everyone and if anyone got left out I am very sorry this story is my first time doing these lists and I am not very good at them đŠˇ
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IV
"Did you put on that show at breakfast for the Queen to see, sweets?" James raised an eyebrow at his wife after he joined her at the backseat of the SUV that would drive them to their part of the Kingdom.Â
She had refused to bid farewell to anyone after behaving quite well at breakfast upon his order, or rather, threat that he had given her when they had had their bath in the morning.
James would not tolerate being husband to an out of control wife. He knew exactly how to put a leash on little deviants such as Her Highness.
Then Y/n had acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, nodding obediently when he informed her that the cars were ready for them and his men before exiting the Palace whilst her family had watched her back expectantly.
"What are you talking about, James?" The bride from last night was barely there anymore as she lied through her teeth. His jaw ticked. "I have no idea whatever you mean."Â
The man sighed, sitting back as he shook his head and hooked an arm around her back. "Now, what did I tell you about lying to me last night?" She was staring out the window but he could tell she was pouting.Â
"I am not."Â
Oh, he was going to have so much fun crushing this pathetic little brat of his.
James clicked his tongue. "So you are lying to your husband after you used him like a disposable pawn in your little game with your mother-"
"Step-mother" the Princess corrected him, turning around to look him in the eyes with her agitated ones.
He raised an eyebrow. "So you are admitting it, then?"
"I didn't do it to disrespect you" her eyes turned soft and eyebrows furrowed worriedly. "I just-"
The Chief clicked his tongue. "Come on up" his vibranium hand patted his lap. "Little girls like you cannot just make and execute their own decisions. You need to learn your place."Â
Her bottom lip jutted out. "Butâ"
"Butts get spanked and fucked, come on" his words made a blush and giggle burst out and into her shy hands unexpectedly. For both. He hadn't meant to say it. It was out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
James wasn't a boy that said things like these.
But he still did.
And her response made it worth it.
He could get used to this.
"James!"
Was he trying to compensate for the centuries long generational gap?
For her?
"I haven't even done anything and you're already this worked up" the embarrassment on her shy face worked him up in the best way. Her real self was so different from the facade she put up. So easy. So soft. So fragile to crush and plunder. "Tsk, Mrs. Barnes. What am I going to do with you, hm?" His hand pushed at her ass.Â
"Not too painful, please?" Y/n batted her lashes at him prettily.Â
The driver was so uncomfortable James could sense it. But he dared not glance at them through the rearview mirror. He wouldn't. If he cared to keep his eyes and head.Â
"Stalling will only add to your punishment, sweets." A small whine left her as she pouted and crawled his lap begrudgingly with her head lowered.Â
"No fair" she whispered so softly under her breath that it made her gasp when he responded.Â
There would be a lot of getting used to to an enhanced man.
"I'll tell you what isn't fair." Pushing her dress up to her waist, James placed his non-human arm over her back to press her in place. "What isn't fair is lying to me when I have been nothing but a good husband to you" spanking both her clothed cheeks at the same time, he peeled her underwear off. "What isn't fair is you using me as a pawn to deny your step-mother her satisfaction" a loud whine filled the air when he rained down spanks on her already hurt and bruised bottom.Â
"James, please! Husband, please! It hurts so much!" Y/n's legs kicked in defense, ass trying to dodge his hits.Â
"It hurts, does it?" He feigned surprise, removing his arm from her back to hold her by the hair at the back of her head, pulling it closer so he could whisper in her ear. "Then why are you so wet, baby?" James' eyes were trained on the rearview mirror, watching the nervous driver carefully to make sure he wouldn't steal a glance.Â
No one except him could see his wife in this state.
"You've made such a mess on my hand, look" moving her head by her hair to allow her an easier view of his hand that he had been spanking her with, the Chief showed her his wet fingers. "Tsk, what a dirty little girl I have here."
Y/n blushed and bit her lip, embarrassed yet aroused. "PleaseâŚ"
"Please what, hm?" Letting go of her hair, his hand now reached for her throat for a better grip, still holding her face close to his lips. "Need husband to take care of you?" A smirk made it's way on his face when she whimpered in response to his other hand caressing her sensitive ass.Â
"... Y- Yes, pleaseâŚ" Biting her lip, the Princess pushed her ass up and into the Chief's fingers when they travelled down the crack of her ass, resting at her wet entrance.Â
"Here?"
"Yes!" It was pulsating with need. "Yes, please, James! Right there!"Â
The man's digits circled and rounded her entrance like a beast does its prey, coating themselves in her slick before spreading it over her touch-starved folds. Lewd hums and moans started to flow out of the girl's mouth in response, hips swaying and fingers gripping the man's thigh.
"You love being dominated and put in your place, don't you?" The super soldier snickered, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the erotic gasp that ripped it's way out of his wife when he finally allowed her the aid of a finger inside her wet ring of muscles. "I knew it, it's always naughty little brats like you who rile people up desperately just so someone can come along and beat some manners into their pathetic holes." His dirty talk was making her insides flutter, droplets of cold sweat decorating her temples as one ran down the side of her face.
The girl was too far gone to care or notice whe her husband moved her out of the way, momentarily letting go of her neck which made her collapse against his thighs, fucking herself on his fingers softly as her eyes fluttered shut.Â
"Come here" grabbing a hold of her head by her hair again, the man guided it to his hard cock. "Look at what you do to me, sweets." Her confused and surprised face was inches from his thick and tall cock as James peered down at her. "Now you must be a good wife and take care of it."
"What-"Â
"Tsk, aren't you the most precious and dumb little wife?" Y/n was starting to like how he crooned at her. "Needs her husband to teach her everything." Clicking his tongue, he added a second finger to her tight pussy. "Open up, baby. Let me see that pretty sucker" holding her cheeks between his hands hurriedly, the man pushed them open, causing a tiny O to form between her lips through which he pushed the tip of his cock inside but moving his hips.Â
"PrincessâŚ" James called out warningly when she jumped up in response, trying to move away only to freeze at his tone, peeking up at him through her lashes with questioning eyes as he explored her oral cavity bit by bit till he was properly inside. "That's it, baby" the man praised, biting back a moan when she gagged in response to his tip tickling the back of her throat. "Fuck. This is perfect. You're such a fine set of wet little holes."Â
Speeding up the movements of his fingers inside her pussy, he guided her face up and down his cock by his other hand, hips aiding the process as he tried not to but still made her gag and choke with each thrust.Â
The car filled with sounds of slapping, choking, squelching, gagging, cursing and moaning as it ran smoothly on the highway roads, the driver using all his willpower to not look back or act bothered, ignoring the headache hurting his eyes.Â
"Hnnnmmmm~" The Princess moaned against James' cock, hips bucking up as she finally climaxed, her shudders and grunts sending vibrations down the man's cock and adding to the heat that was settling in his own abdomen.Â
He was close but it wasn't until Y/n unintentionally placed her hand on his ballsack to try and brace herself against the face fucking that had turned quite brutal that her husband collapsed, cursing loudly as he came down her throat, causing her to choke which made her nose ooze out some of his seed.Â
"You better⌠fucking⌠swallow every drop." The man warned, his chest burning at how perfect she looked with mouth full of his cock, mascara smudging her face and nose decorated with his cum. Keeping his fingers buried in her cunt, James put her worked up face down against his lap, a hand gently placed behind her head to keep her in place with her mouth still stuffed full of him.Â
"Keep it there and don't move" he panted, feeling her widened nostrils exhale out overwhelmed breaths as she had no choice but to cockwarm him with her mouth. "This will teach you your true place." Pressing a kiss to the exhausted girl's head, he whispered in her ear. "Between my legs with your cute sucker full of my cock."
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Weeee Iâm here to send you a request!
So imagine Eddie as a sort of Rockstar Dad in a similar vein to Ozzy Osbourne, where heâs doing an interview or something and just casually had his and Readerâs baby on his lap and goes âletâs hope [Babyâs Name] doesnât puke on me again!â And just Eddie being so soft with his kids and balancing work with his home life đĽš
Dad duties - e.m
hey my gorgeous angels! iâm sobbing 𼚠reading these dad! requests always melt my heart omg. this is adorable. i just know rockstardad!eddie would just adore his babies so much omg. set in 1995! anyway, i hope this is okay! enjoy reading 𩷠â ď¸reader is a model and is 24, Eddie is 29â ď¸
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he was in the interview chair with baby Rowan sat on his lap, chewing on her small fist as she looked around the large room. the last time she had been in an interview with him was four months ago, it was very rare that she was with Eddie whilst he was working but today you had to see your manager for a meeting about an upcoming runway show and he had insisted on taking her with him.
Corroded coffin had released a new album which had sold out in minutes, it was incredible how much fame the boys had gotten over the past few years. they had also announced a new tour after their album was released which meant Eddie and the rest of the boys had to do quite a lot of press. he loved being with Rowan, she was just so perfect and he hated being away from her so bringing her to this interview was a must for him.
she was such a character, her little personality just starting to shine through as she grew older and he loved it. the interviewer sat down opposite him, giving Rowan a little wave and a smile before she checked through her queue cards, making sure they were all correct and in order.
"let's hope she doesn't throw up on me this time" he joked to Gareth who was sat next to him who laughed and nodded his head. when she was with him last time she had thrown up all over him just before the interview ended and now that he looked back on it, it was hilarious, but at the time he was not pleased that he had sick all over him.
"i hope she does, it'll be so funny" Gareth looked at Rowan who had been cooing at nothing. Eddie adjusted her in his lap so she was sat sideways. she looked up at Eddie and smiled widely, fist still in her mouth but he could see her two small baby teeth popping through. he bent down, his hair falling all over her face making her giggle and scrunch up her face. he laughed and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before sitting up straight and focusing on the interviewer.
"i see we've been joined by another rockstar" the interviewer joked and Eddie only laughed and nodded. "she is a rockstar, better than me and i've been one for years" Rowan cooed loudly and looked up at her dad, Eddie looked down and smiled at his baby girl. "i didn't realise how much she looks like y/n, from what i've seen she pulls a few faces and they look a bit like you but she just looks so much like her mum"Â
"i think the only things she got from me was my eyes and hair, everything else is her mama. i mean i'm not complaining, she's beautiful. even some of the faces she pulls itâs like iâm looking right at y/n, i know itâs because y/nâs her mum but i didnât expect Rowan to be exactly like her." both Gareth and the interviewer nodded agreeing with what Eddie had said. you were beautiful, considered one of the most beautiful women in then world and Eddie, a "freak" from a small town had not only been able to get on a date with you, but marry you and have a kid.
âwhat does y/n think of the new album? i know sheâs quite invested in your workâ Eddie adjusted Rowan on his lap and nodded agreeing. âsheâs very invested, always helping out which iâm very grateful for, i think y/n has a good ear for music, she knows what sounds perfect thatâs why the album is so good. i mean she doesnât typically listen to rock music but she always says whatever we make she loves and i think this album is her favourite one so farâ
âwhat do you think fans will love most about this album and whatâs different about it compared to your other onesâ this time Gareth answered leaving Eddie to focus on a babbling Rowan. âi think thereâs a lot more thought in this album and a lot more meaning, not to say we werenât focusing on the other ones but this one is just different, i think the band agrees that this is definitely our favourite album so farâ
âyour fans seem to think so as well, everyone has been raving about it. iâve even listened to it myself and iâve gotta say itâs incredibleâ both boys thanked her, it was nice to hear positive feedback from something they worked so hard on. âthis isnât related to the album but the two of you have families, are they going to come on the tour with you? i mean Eddie youâre a dad now will Rowan come watch one of your shows?â you and Eddie had been talking about this since the idea of a tour came about, you wanted to be there and let Rowan watch her dad on stage even though she was only seven months old it was Eddieâs dream for his family to be with him at his shows.
âit was a hard decision because sheâs only seven months but itâs important to me for them to be there so we decided theyâll both come to a few shows here and there, Rowan canât come to them all because-â Eddie was cut off by small coos and babbles coming from Rowan âdadadadaâ she said grabbing ahold of his hair and tugging it harshly.
âouch honey, no pulling pleaseâ Eddie was still trying to get used to her pulling his hair, even though Eddie was 100% Rowanâs favourite parent (the little girl loved you so much it but it was obvious Eddie was the favourite) she still loved to hurt him, obviously she didnât know what she was doing (or maybe she did) and her small hands pulled his hair in a way it burned his scalp.
âdadadaâ Rowan babbled which made his heart swell, even if she was inflicting pain on him he couldnât get mad at the adorable little girl. the interviewer and Gareth laughed at Rowan and Eddie. he nodded and smiled, luckily he got his finger in between Rowans fingers and his hair. âi know sweetheart but no hair pulling for now please, daddyâs workingâ he unwrapped her hand from his hair.
his attention then went back onto the interviewer, Rowans hand was now wrapped around Eddieâs finger, chewing on it but Eddie didnât care. it wasnât hurting him and it was distracting her from his hair so it was a win win situation. âsorry about that, because obviously sheâs still a baby and the music is very loud, sheâd be wearing ear protection but itâs still quite loud so if she was at a show every night it would really affect her hearingâ
the interviewer nodded and looked down at a distracted Rowan who was now more focused on looking at Eddieâs finger then chewing on it. âdonât apologise, i just have to say youâre a really good dad. Rowan is really well behavedâ Eddie nodded and smiled âyeah she isâ
a few days after the interview aired, the clips of Eddie being a dad went viral and Rowan was a hit, everyone loved her. newspapers which focused on celebrities and music had photos of Eddie and Rowan all over them and if Eddie was being completely honest the footage and pictures of baby Rowan were adorable and he would definitely be bringing Rowan to a lot more of his interviews.
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WIP Wednesday!!
Tagged by @tizniz who shared BRILLIANT stuff from Cupid Buck that is going to kill me!!
I promise, I promise, I am almost done with Severed Artery. I'm trying to decide if I want to add just a little bit more whump but we'll see. I'm debating it. While I do, here's some more whump. (Sorry Eddie) đ:
âHelp!â Eddie shouts again. âStop,â the man growls. He lunges at Eddie, wrapping his hands around his neck and squeezing tight. Eddie brings the heel of his hand to the manâs chin. The sound of his teeth clacking together echoes in the room and it dislodges his grip. Eddie gasps for breath as footsteps clamber down the hall. The man bolts for the door. He looks left before running to the right. Two hundred pounds of Buck goes flying past the door. Something thuds loudly on the tile floor. âStay down!â Buck commands. Eddie wishes he could see what was happening. He sees officer Williams run past the door, followed by Bobby and at least three nurses. Eddie takes slow, measured breaths, trying to get his heart rate back to some semblance of normalcy. There's still shouting in the hallway. If he had the energy, he'd get up to see what was happening. âEddie!â Familiar scrambling footsteps pound the tile floor. Buck appears in the doorway, his eyes wild, his chest heaving. In the blink of an eye, Eddie has his arms full of one Evan Buckley. âAre you okay?â Buck asks, hugging him as best he can before perching on the edge of the cot and running his hands over Eddie, checking for injuries. It's not often the roles are reversed like this. Nine times out of ten, Eddie is the one scanning every inch of Buck, looking for the smallest scratch. âTell me you're okay, baby.â âI'm okay,â Eddie says, ignoring the skip in his heartbeat at the pet name for the moment. He lets Buck keep checking, watching the furrow in his brow as his hands roam over his arms. He reaches Eddie's wrist and Eddie can't help but yip. âIt doesn't sound like it, what happened?â Buck asks. His eyes land on Eddie's neck and he brushes his fingers gingerly over what will soon be deep bruises. âWhat did he do to you?â
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pairing: Jungwon X F!Reader
synopsis: You sat and listened to the silence, the time ticked and you watched him walk down the aisle full of strangers. What scared you though, was the fact that everyone was blurry except for his dimples that you used to kiss.
word count: tba
genre & warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, warnings tba
a/n: this is a teaser for the upcoming Enhypen: Tropes & Parallels series that i've been working on. i hope y'all look forward to it. please don't hesitate to tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist. tysm đŠˇ
"Red roses are good. Also, please add some white lillies and pink carnations into the roster, she'll love it." you rambled to the florist, but she merely gave you an understanding nod and proceeded to work with your request.
A yawn was heard from the corner of the shop and you suppressed the urge to punch the suspect of the offending sound, you chose the peaceful option of ignoring the person, continuing to mind your own business not until someone broke the silence that you've been enjoying.
"What's taking so long?" he asked, boredom lacing his tone, and that's when you whipped around to give him a warning look.
"Jungwon, picking the perfect flowers takes some time. If you want to go home, then go. No one's stopping you." you sassily replied, gracing him a tight lipped smile on the process.
It irked you even more when he rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath that you're sure is a snide remark towards you.
You sighed, rubbing your forehead and pondering of some ways to de-stress later. Surely, planning a proposal with your ex-boyfriend is something that you, a sane person, wouldn't do during your free time but here you are.
What was your brother even thinking, sending you with this jerk (which is conveniently his best friend), to help and prepare for the upcoming surprise for his girlfriend. Of course you'd love to do whatever you can for your dear sibling, but this is ruthless.. and plain torture.
Just before you go deeper within your thoughts, a handsome man holding a bouquet of your chosen flowers emerged from the back room. He beamed at you, his eyes crinkling adorably and his dimples poked through his cheeks.
"Hello there!" he greeted you with joy, polite but bright and it made you naturally smile as well. Like they say, happiness is a virus that can easily infect anyone.
"Yes, hello uhm.." you trailed off, looking at his name tag, "Soobin?"
"That's me." he giggled and dear lord, were you about to burst at his charming facade, "I'm the floral designer here and I wanna ask if you're okay with this presentation?" he raised an eyebrow, showing you the beautifully arranged bunch of flowers, wrapped in an abaca and tied with a pink ribbon.
"Oh, it's gorgeous! You're great at this." you exclaimed, making the tall man blush, getting shy at your compliment.
"Ah, not really. The flowers are doing most of the work here, which I'm guessing are your favorites?" he scratched the back of his head, gazing at you with a soft smile.
Jungwon on the other hand frowned, like, what the fuck is this exchange of flirting he's seeing?
Not. Fucking. Tolerable.
He stood up from where he was seated, slamming his hand on the counter, effectively startling the two people who were conversing which gave him immense satisfaction.
"That's good enough. We'll take that." he feigned a charming smile, allowing the dent on his cheeks to show as well.
That Soobin guy can go to hell, his height and deep voice (that were a stark contrast to his own traits) do not matter, he's not the only one with dimples here.
You were shocked, surprised, disturbed, all adjectives out there are not enough to describe the bombshell that Jungwon dropped, but you weren't gonna stand there and let him be rude. Right as you were about to tell him off and apologize to Soobin, he managed to leave an impact again.
This time, it's fatal for your poor, weak heart.
"And those aren't her favorites. It's a combination of lilac, purple peonies and white tulips, actually."
You craned your neck to look at him, realizing the small proximity you two are in. He's mere inches away from you. Too close that you're able to see his sharp side profile and inhale the scent that you've tried to desperately forget during the sleepless nights where all you've wanted was to be held by him.
You have forgotten about Soobin by now, the vow that you took, the walls that you've built, everything. The only thing that you care about as of the moment is that Jungwon remembers.
Jungwon still knows the flowers that you wanted for your own wedding.
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HII!!
So, look, I've been trying to find some sub!Billie x reader smut, but I can't find any đđ.
Can you please do one where reader is a music producer and is working with Billie on a song?
Billie wants to add moans to the background of the song, but everything she tries to fake it, it doesn't sound realistic, so the reader makes it realistic... đ
Ty!!!
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yapyap; so u might have to bare with me because idk how music producing works besides layla from all american, so uhm yea, but this is the smartest thing in the history of smart things like!! i lowkey dk how im gonna end it either so omg just bare with me. this is really embarrassing but i was in the middle of writing this and then i looked back up and realized it was sub!billie. so i had to rewrite but it was rotting because i didnât feel like it
PRODUCER GIRL â b. eilish
billie eilish x sub!reader
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you sat back in the chair, on the other side of the glass billie had been recording a song. but then she had an idea you could only listen to, you thought it was a good idea.
âso, i wanted add moaning to the background of a few versesâ she said a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck.
your eyes had widened at first, but you though about it for a second and realized it was actually a pretty good idea. you agreed and you two had gone through a couple presets, but she shook her head to all of them.
she looked confused and felt bad, but an idea had popped up in your head. you always thought she was attractive and she needs some realistic sounds.
you got up, walking up to her as she slowly looked up at you. you put your finger under her chin, making sure her chin stayed up. your kiss had met hers and her hands landed on your waist.
â
you were now on the couch, a make out session in play and her clothes slowly being taken off and scattered across the studio. you on her lap as she sat on the couch, but the moans werenât gonna come from you, oh no, you had far better plans
you tugged at her underwear, looking at her as you parted lips to make sure it was okay. you got up as she took them off, and you smiled. you had gotten on your knees right infront of her.
her legs were up on the couch, and you looked at her once more before going down.
you didnât even try to tease it, you just wanted her to feel good and for there to be a good preset for the song.
soon enough her moans died down, but that couldnât happen. so you plunged two fingers into her which had put the moans back in motion.
âlouder for meâ you spoke, still eating her out. the vibrations had made them grow louder, and she had complied, her moans growing louder with each passing second.
âf-fuck y/nâ billie moaned out, in which you smirked. when her moans got the loudest you knew she was just about on a high.
you curled your fingers, making her fingers dig into the couch. her hand in your hair messily. you finished through her high, kissing up her body and back up to her, kissing her and smiling. you said âthank youâ as yall parted. going and pausing the recording.
you had played it back, and she smiled widely,
âthat sounds so perfectâ
you smiled as you played the beginning. which was her saying your name in the middle of her moaning for a âproducer tagâ type deal
she laughed, âwait that���s so great, kinda crazy but greatâ
if this is horrible lmk (pls donât thatâs actually so embarrassing for me if it is)
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Hi, this a post about callsigns characters could have because I love "cool" sounding nicknames with the most stupid backstory:
Rat: Because when you first entered the team you were so shy that when you weren't on a mission they could only see you scurrying out of a room whenever they entered like a little mouse. Plus, Gaz keeps saying you look like the rat from the Wallace and Gromit movie when eating breakfast.
Knockout/Knock: Because Soap and you were playing around, he was following you and you were running so fast you didn't notice the door was locked and you ran into it so hard you knocked yourself out.
Icarus: You made fun of Ghost for being British and about how they always burn when they tan only for you to go and get such an aggressive sunburn you were required to take medical leave for two weeks.
Pudding: After a mission you were craving it so bad that you didn't care that the only one left was way past its recommended date for eating. And after reassuring them that you would be fine you ended up throwing up so hard late at night that you woke up everybody.
Mole: Because when you are not wearing your glasses you are so blind they wonder how did you even made it into the military. Many people think you are just a spy that the task force kept as a pet.
Pierrot: Which is a sad clown, often pining for the love of Columbine, who usually breaks his heart and leaves him for Harlequin. And since that's basically a compilation of your love life that became your name, a sad clown but in Italian.
Anakin: You tried to download one of the Star Wars movies from a not-so-trustworthy website, you ended up downloading such a massive amount of viruses that you were almost the reason for the downfall of the whole military because of how aggressive the hack attack was. You now have parental control on everything that has internet access.
Navi: As in the fairy that travels with Link on the Legend of Zelda. Because every time that you would try to de-escalate an argument you would start like: "Hey, listen, we are all tired." "Hey, listen, let's all take a breath." "Hey, listen, we are all adults."
Gecko: Because while sleeping on deployment a gecko fell on your face from the ceiling, and you became so terrified of them that you barely slept for months after that.
Baby: Do you know when you accidentally call your teacher "mom"? Well, it happened to you, but you called Price "dad" and he didn't skip a beat before answering "Yes, babygirl?"
I could go on and on with these, I hope you find it at least half as funny as I do. Feel free to use them however you want and to add to the list as well, please I'll love to read them. đŠˇđŠˇ
Also, I would definitely be Mole, my blind ass would shoot and wish for the best. Which one would you guys be?? Also, Knockout and Icarus are my favourite ones and the reason I made the post hehe
Also, the rat I mentioned:
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Pairing: Lucien Flores x afab!reader x Frankie Morales
Words count: 12779 đ (I humbly apologize, please donât hate me)
Rating: +18, absolutely NSFW, please if youâre a minor donât interact.
Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, reader wears a skirt, has breast and vagina, other than that no other description is given and I made sure she doesnât blush, she has hair but it is not described what it is like and no one runs their hand through it, unprotected p in v (it's fiction, no one gets pregnant or gets infections in this world, please use protection in real life), unprotected anal, oral (everyone receiving it LOL), spit roast, a little bit of choking (very lightly), spanking, manhandling, rough sex, masturbation, dirty talk, use of âdaddyâ once, mention of anxiety, mention of cheating, brief Santiago appearance, angst, fluff, Lucien, reader and Frankie are bi af â¤ď¸, pet names (baby, kitten, good boy, princess), soft!dom Frankie, sub!Lucien, everyone is horny af, reader is basically a menace along with the guys, alcohol consumption, cum eating, cream pie, a lot of nipple play just because I love it (donât look at me like that, boobs are gorgeous â¤ď¸), Frankie is PEK but also a boobs man in this because I said so, frottage, pussy pronouns, balls sucking, Lucien's chain (only one, sorry) makes a series of glorious appearances *wink*âŚlisten, I don't know what other kind of smutty things I wrote anymore, If I notice something is missing I will add it right away.
This was written for @baronessvonglitterâs Fuck-tober challenge , thank you so much for the opportunity and happy birthday again 𩷠She assigned me Lucien and the song Let's get it on by Marvin Gaye, I had a blast! And it drained me, but that was only my fault because I couldn't stop writing LOL Sorry if I've been more of a pain in the ass with this, I promise I'm done. Itâs the very first challenge Iâve participated and itâs also my very first Lucien fic, Iâm so nervous about itđ
As usual, English is not my first language so please be patient with me, no beta and no proofreading, I reread it a couple of times today too and I hope there are no mistakes, please forgive me if you find any.
I really hope youâll like it!
Lucien: hey baby, long time no see, how you doing?
You: I was alright before this text came
Lucien: I know you miss me and you know that too.
You: Not even a little bit.
Lucien: baby⌠Iâm sorry. Can we meet? Please?
You: and why on earth should I do this?
Lucien: I just want to give you back something that you left at my place.
You: fuck, okay, just one time, in a public place and donât you dare to have expectations.
Lucien: come on, deep down you still love me.
You: sure, so deep down that I can't find it
Lucien: cruel woman. Shall we meet at the usual bar at 9?
You: Iâm not the one who cheated, asshole. Fuck, ok. See you there.
You put down your phone letting out a sigh, cursing yourself for accepting to see him.
Lucien. Your ex. The unreliable man that broke your heart.
ââââââââââ
You entered the bar looking for him, scanning the place and seeing few people at the tables drinking and chatting.
He was sitting at the bar counter, rolling a bottle of beer between his fingers, staring intently ahead.
The bartender was with his back to him loading a dishwasher.
You watched him from a distance, he hadnât changed much since the last time you saw him.
He was wearing one of his colorful shirts that he wore all the time, even when you went to your momâs for lunch on Sundays and she obviously never failed to point it out to you âCan't he just wear a normal shirt for once?â.
You didnât know what to do about it, Lucien has always been a stubborn guy and anyway, despite what your mother said, they suited him well.
Light wash jeans hugged his legs, his hair was a little longer but as messy as you'd always seen it, and a short beard covered his cheeks and jawline leaving some patches.
You had always liked his aquiline nose, the way you felt it press against your cheek as you kissed, and even more the way it rubbed against your clit as Lucien moved down between your thighs.
You shook your head.
âThis is only going to bring me troubleâ you thought as you approached âwell, fuck, maybe Iâll even get a decent apologyâ you rolled your eyes as a whiff of his perfume reached you, a perfume that you had given him before he left you and that had caused you to have one of the worst fight in history that lead into a very painful break up. It was persistent, woody, with a very fresh citrus note, quite unmistakable.
You still remember the day you entered your friendâs house and you distinctly smelled that perfume in her living room. That day you had discovered that Lucien had been cheating on you. And to add insult to injury, as soon as he had heard you enter he had hidden behind a cabinet in the kitchen like a complete idiot. It took you 30 seconds to find him. You were already suspicious seeing your friendâs messed up hair and smeared lipstick, you had asked her if she was with someone and she had replied that no, absolutely not, she was taking a nap. But you knew her well, she had never taken naps, especially in the afternoon, she was a hyperactive person who needed to keep herself busy all the time. Apparently she had found a way to do it by fucking your boyfriend.
âHeyâ you nodded at him, without trying too hard. Seeing his face again was already enough to bear with.
He turned and greeted you with a smile âHey babeâ UGH. You couldnât stand that casual innocent smile on his face.
âLucien, if you call me babe one more time I swear I'm leavingâ
He pouted, putting those puppy eyes on you that you once liked so much and now only made you angry.
âOkay, Iâm going to behave, I promise. Would you justâŚsit down?â
You huffed âokay, just for a momentâ
This bar was another place you never went back to after you broke up, you often came there together after work to have a beer and meet friends.
It was a nice bar, actually, but you had given up and now you were meeting your friends on the other side of town.
The counter was made of dark wood, as were the stools, and some industrial-design lamps hung over it, enveloping the place in a relaxed and soft atmosphere.
Frankie, the owner, was former US special forces pilot, as soon as he turned around and saw you he greeted you like an old friend âHey beautiful, how are you?â
âIâm good Frankie, thanks, can I have a beer?â
âBlanche on tap as always?â He still remembered your usual order, which put you in a good mood despite the presence of that asshole of your ex.
âThat would be wonderful, thanksâ You looked at him with eyes full of gratitude.
Frankie must have understood the reason why you hadnât come anymore and he must also have understood how little you wanted to be there at that moment.
Lucien was silent and watched you interact, you could feel his gaze still on you.
Frankie moved to pour your beer and you resigned yourself to turning to him.
âSo, let me get this straight, what the hell do you want exactly?â you asked him with a serious look.
âI wanted to give you thatâ he replied by putting a hand in his pocket and taking out a ring you were hoping to see again.
âOh good, finally you did something rightâ It was a ring that your grandmother had given you and that you cared about a lot because it was one of the few memories you had left of her. This was the measure of how little you wanted to see Lucien again, you had even given up on it.
Deep down you knew, or at least you hoped, that Lucien wouldn't get rid of it.
If he had pulled another nasty thing to you could have redone the side of his car with a key or something. He would have deserved it and wouldn't even have had right to complain.
What bothered you the most about the whole thing was that he had done everything behind your back, if he had spoken honestly to you and told you that he wanted an open relationship or if he had confessed that he wanted to leave you you would have accepted it more easily.
âI was sure you would be happy to have it backâ he smiled
You had looked at him askance and replied âwell then you could have done it soonerâ
âI thought it was better to let some time passâ he had shrugged at which you had sighed because he wasnât entirely wrong but you had replied peeved anyway âSix months?!â
Lucien didn't know what to say, he just stammered "s-sorry" and looked down at his legs stretched out on the stool.
You growled and rolled your eyes again, he was impossible. âI donât think I can expect much from you though so itâs okayâ
Frankie put the beer down in front of you and smiled sweetly, âhere you go, I missed you by the wayâ
âI missed you and this place a lot tooâ and took a long drink, feeling the beer slide cool on your tongue.
You could see Lucien out of the corner of your eye and he was smiling, he always told you that you drink beer like no other girl which he thought was a compliment⌠a really poor one actually, but for some reason you liked him saying that. You were probably blinded by love, because you were really in love with him once and there was no denying that having sex with him was amazing, he always knew how to push the right buttons and make you feel incredibly sexy in his arms. Not to mention the fact that he made you squirt and that had never happened to you before.
His kisses, the way he touched you, how he knew how to use his hands on you, his amazing cock, the scent of his skin, everything about him drove you crazy.
As much as you hated to admit it, you missed him. Just for the bed part.
âWhatâs that pretty little head of yours thinking?â Lucien ventured, giving you a crooked smile.
You stared at the bubbles of your beer rise up the rim of the glass and get lost in the foam.
âWhat a shitty boyfriend you were, if you really want to knowâ
And how wet you made me, but you would never have told him that.
Lucien took a sip of his beer, shifted on his stool and replied, âI know. Iâm sorry.â
You hummed contentedly as you took some peanuts from the small bowl Frankie had placed in front of you along with your beer. It wasnât such a bad thing to hear him admit his flaws after all, better late than never.
âI know I was terrible to you and I don't know how you put up with me for so long,â his voice sounded strangely sincere, as if he had actually thought about what he had done wrong.
âWell, that's not bad to hear. Thank you very muchâ you granted him a smile, even if he didnât deserve it.
Lucien's eyes lit up "it's nice to see you smile, finally"
You were losing it, just a little. âNo no no. I wonât fall into this again.â You thought, âI wonât let it happen.â
âWeâre not okay, thoughâ you added âdon't get any strange ideasâ
âOf courseâ he smirked âAre you dating someone?â
âActually yes,â you replied right away âa good guy.â
âOh. And whatâs his name?â
âSimonâ
He chuckled, shaking his head
âWhat?!â you asked him, widening your eyes, âwhat are you laughing so much about?â
It was unbelievable how Lucien could go from melting your heart to irritating you in a matter of seconds.
âYou can't be okay with someone named Simonâ
âWhy not?!â You frowned, looking at him, waiting for the most stupid answer ever
âBecause it sounds like an accountant's name. Or that little Chipmunk guy's name. I can't believe you're happy with himâ
âI am.â you replied, offended, âheâs very good. And anyway itâs none of your businessâ
Simon was simply the first name that came to your mind, there was no boyfriend, you just wanted to keep him from knowing you were still alone.
âSo tell me,â Lucien asked, coming closer to your ear, âdoes he make you come like I did? I remember how you moaned while I fucked youâ
You felt a jolt down your spine as his words kept reverberating in your ear and inside your brain and then you hurried to answer âOf course he doesâ
Lucienâs mouth curved into a mischievous smile âI donât believe youâ
Best fuck of your life but still an asshole.
âYou cheated, Lucien, so you lost every chance you get over me, shut the fuck up alreadyâ you snapped, almost on the verge of tears.
You held back with all your strength to not give him the satisfaction.
Frankie turned to you immediately âHey, itâs all good? Should I kick his ass out?â He asked looking grimly at Lucien.
âThank you Frankie, thereâs no need, Iâm going homeâ
You took your wallet out of your bag to pay but Frankie waved his hand in the air âno way, it's on the houseâ
âWell, thank you then. I hope to see you soon, without this asshole aroundâ you squinted at Lucien who seemed finally mortified.
Being with him was like riding a roller coaster, it was fun and breathtaking and then in an instant there would be a downhill slope and everything would go to hell.
You rushed out after saying hello to Frankie again and completely ignoring your ex.
Lucien followed you after leaving some money on the counter under Frankieâs stern gaze.
He grabbed your wrist and you glared at him âI know, okay, Iâm an asshole, I didn't want to make you suffer! I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. Iâm sorry about everythingâ
âWell you could have not acted like an idiot in the first place. Weâre done, Lucien, let go off my wristâ you didn't even raise your voice, you used a coldness that surprised you.
You turned and walked away without even listening to him anymore.
You were tired, so damn tired. You just needed to go home.
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It had been a horrible day at work, your boss had loaded you with deadlines and you had left the office after 2 hours of overtime with your head exploding. On your way home you thought that after a day like that you really deserved a beer and without thinking twice, instead of going home, you headed to Frankie's bar.
It was Friday night, after all.
You entered the bar, pushing your way through the crowd to reach the counter. The place was full and Frankie was busy.
As soon as he saw you, his eyes lit up under the cap he never took off and he smiled at you âItâs so nice to see you again!â
You smiled back thinking how stupid you were tm so never have noticed how cute Frankie was before.
He placed a beer and a small bowl of peanuts in front of you without you having to ask.
âFrankie, youâre my saviorâ you told him, noticing his beautiful brown eyes, his strong nose just like you loved in a man, his lips and jawline made to be kissed.
He was gorgeous.
âDonât mention it, knowing what others want is my job after allâ his mouth curved into a soft smile and you felt something, like a little fire that was ignited inside you.
You sat there exchanging jokes with him between one cocktail and another that he prepared.
He was funny and kind and you loved spending time with him.
When the place had started to empty a little, it was already 1am, Frankie had poured himself some whiskey and leaned against the bar counter in front of you.
He looked tired too.
âThe bar is really doing well, isn't it?â you said âyou should hire someone to help youâ
He smiled âSantiago took a share, he'll help me from next week. You remember him, right?â
You nodded. You had met Santi one evening when you were there with your friends. He was a nice guy, a former special forces agent just like Frankie.
âGreat!â
âListenâŚâ Frankie hesitated for a moment âI donât want to sound cheeky but⌠would you like to go out sometime?â
You looked at him, saw his hopeful look, and agreed. He was too handsome to say no.
You both smiled and you ended up helping him set up the bar while the jukebox played old rock songs.
You felt at ease with Frankie, the horrible day you had just had no longer mattered.
When the last chair had been turned upside down on the tables and the floor had been cleaned, you went out into the back alley to throw out the garbage.
âWhat do you say about Monday? It's my day off,â Frankie suggested.
âI think itâs perfectâ
Frankieâs gaze lingered on you, making you hot and bothered.
You had moved closer to him, just an inch from his face and you had placed a hand on his broad chest, letting it slide slowly over his shirt âI don't want to seem cheeky but⌠could I kiss you?â you asked him raising your chin and watching him through your lashes.
Frankie chuckled âHey. You're good, miss. Sure you can.â
As soon as you put your lips on his you felt it, a rush of adrenaline that went through your entire body. That dark alley wasn't exactly the most romantic place in the world but when you kissed him it seemed special. Frankie returned your kiss on the lips a couple of times, as if he was respectfully trying to understand how far he could go.
You pulled him by his shirt to bring him closer to you and deepened the kiss.
Your tongue caressed his lips and he didn't have to be asked twice, he let you in immediately and wrapped his arms around your waist.
Frankie was different from Lucien's, your ex was greedy and impatient, it almost seemed like he was in a hurry while kissing you.
Frankie took his time, tasted you like a ripe fruit, licked inside your mouth expertly, knew exactly what dance he wanted to involve your tongue in, tenderly nibbled your lower lip.
You felt your knees buckle, as his hands slowly moved towards your ass, you placed yours on his to invite him, to give him silent consent, and you moaned into his mouth when his big hands squeezed your ass cheeks.
You pushed him against the wall, sliding a hand between you and touching his erection over his jeans.
Frankie chuckled, his voice hoarse âhey, someoneâs hungryâ
âI havenât eaten,â you replied, pouting and then bursting into laughter. Frankie pulled you back into his embrace, kissing you again, trailing down your jaw and then your neck.
You moaned again.
âWell, you should eat something. Thereâs a place around here, they make amazing tacos, how about that?â
âI prefer to eat youâ you replied mischievously, fumbling with his belt, Frankie looked at you in ecstasy. You took his cock in your mouth right there in that alley, dirtying your knees on the asphalt without caring. He was big, about the same size as Lucien, it pulsated deliciously on your tongue and you greedily swallowed every drop of his cum.
You started dating that same Monday, he took you out to dinner and you ended the night at his house where Frankie served you three orgasms with his mouth.
It had been unbelievable, Lucien was good at it but Frankie put a special dedication into licking you like he was pussy drunk and determined to giving you the best experience you could have had.
That evening, held in his arms, your face resting on his chest, you felt completely satisfied after a long time.
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You hadn't heard from Lucien for three months, you and Frankie were dated regularly and you really liked how your story was going. One day he took you flying in a helicopter. Seeing him focused, capable, totally immersed in his element made you so excited that as soon as you got off the ground you fucked him in his car, in the parking lot, with the risk that someone would catch you in the act.
He was a fantastic man, passionate, attentive and caring.
You had forgiven Lucien after all, if he hadn't asked you to see each other, your story with Frankie would never have started.
You often went to Frankie's bar after work, sat down for a drink and chatted with him and Santi, who in the meantime had started working there.
One evening while you were laughing together Lucien came in. You muttered an âoh noâ under your breath looking at Frankie who immediately put a hand on top of yours resting on the counter and squeezed it as if to tell you to stay calm.
Santi exclaimed âHey! What are you doing here?!â
You and Frankie simultaneously turned to him with wide eyes âdo you know him?â
And Santi laughed and shrugged answering âof course! Heâs my cousin!â
Lucien was as surprised as you were to see you all there together.
You had never met Lucienâs cousins, he had barely introduced you to his mother and only because she had insisted. He had always been elusive, you should have known from the beginning how it would end between you.
You certainly didn't want an official engagement either, anyway.
âWhy the hell are you here, cousin?â Lucien said scratching his head.
âI work here, idiot, I even told you last week at your momâs lunch but Iâm not surprised you didnât listen.â
You giggled at Santiâs reprimand, looking at Frankie and squeezing his hand tighter. You were so glad to be with an uncomplicated man like him.
Frankie promised you something and did it, he made a date with you and showed up on time, he showered you with attention and always thought of your pleasure before his own.
âSit down, I'll pour you a beerâ Santi said and moved to the tap.
Silence fell between the three of you, until Lucien broke it by noticing the way you were caressing Frankie's hand, making small concentric circles with your thumb on the back of his hand.
âSo heâs your new boyfriend? Wasnât his name Simon?â
âIt didnât work with Simon, Frankie is much better anyway,â you looked at him tenderly and his eyes returned yours with a sparkle under the peak of his cap.
âIâm glad,â Lucien simply said, looking at Frankie and then at you. Maybe he had finally learned to behave in a civil manner.
Santi placed a beer in front of his cousin and asked âso do you like this place?â
âSure, I've been coming here long before you started working there. She and I used to come together all the time.â
Santi finally understood your triangle. âBut youâŚâ he said pointing to you âand himâ pointing to Frankie and you nodded âbut before you were with him⌠ok I understandâ
Lucien laughed âitâs not that weird, you knowâ
And you thought that no, it actually wasn't, because of the state of mind you were in. You were very calm, finally, and Lucien's presence didn't bother you at all.
You spent the evening together, while Santi and Frankie served cocktails, chatting and laughing.
At the end of the evening you insisted on staying to help clean up despite Frankie and Santi's protests, so Lucien also felt compelled to volunteer.
âYou'll finally do something useful, cousin.â Santiago said and you all laughed, including Lucien.
You and Frankie went home around 2am, while you were thinking about how tired you were he pushed you on his bed, his eyes locked on yours as he stripped you of your jeans and panties and spread your legs.
You just canât resist when Frankieâs eyes darken in that particular way, as if he felt the intrinsic need to make you come. That night you also read something else in his gaze, the need to claim you as his.
âYou really have the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen, do you know that darling? Who does this pussy belong to? hm?â
âIt's yoursâ you managed to say as you took off his trusted baseball cap throwing it on the floor âitâs all yoursâ
He drowned in your pussy, coating your folds in his saliva, his tongue frantically moving up and down and his fingers teasing your entrance. He nuzzled at your clit, making you squirm with the tip of his nose bumping into your harden bud again and again.
You raised your gaze so as not to miss a single movement of his tongue and his hungry lips that were drinking from your most intimate part.
âFuck, youâre so good at doing it, Frankie, oh my godâ you whined, lacing your fingers with his soft raven curls, he smirked against your skin and kept licking you until you were an incoherent hot mess just babbling his and god name in a blissful state.
âI need youâ you pleaded âplease Frankie, give me your cockâ
He lifted himself up to your mouth and kissed you, letting you taste your essence from his lips while with one hand he spread your lips and his tip began to push inside you.
âFuck, youâre drenchedâ and you nodded completely incapable of putting together a meaningful sentence.
He filled you up, accompanying the last thrust with a groan, and waited just long enough for you to get used to his intrusion before starting to pump in and out of you with a steady pace.
Sex with Frankie was nurturing in a way that surprised you, he really took care of you, making you feel safe every step of the way, every thrust into you like a kiss on your cervix and a caress to your soul, you never experienced something so endearing before.
He really was the perfect partner and youâre never felt so lucky in your life.
âââââââââââââââ
Three more months passed since the first evening spent with Frankie, Lucien and Santi at the bar and it became an habit almost every weekend, Lucien showing up late, you making fun of him and generally having a great time together chatting and laughing. Sometimes you invited some friends and one of them ended up having a huge crush on Santi.
You were happy to see them exchanging languid glances and withdrawing from you to chat alone. Claire, your best friend, confessed to you that she was crazy about Santi after almost a month and you were not at all surprised.
âIâve noticed the way you two look at each other for a while now,â you laughed âitâs time you decided to go out alone.â
âOh, we will, next Monday.â
You hugged her chirping âIâm so glad for you dear, you truly deserve the best! And Santiago is such a great guy!â
âI know!â She smiled âheâs so sweet and kind and such a menace sometimes, I just fell head over heels without even realizing itâ
That was perfect, you with Frankie and your best friend with Frankieâs best friend, like every rom com that you loved rewatching for comfort at which Frankie laughed so hard at.
You couldn't wait to tell him that sometimes it really happened.
ââââââââââ
You were tidying up as usual, listening to music from the jukebox. It was two in the morning on a Friday like any other, since you were with Frankie your hours of sleep had decreased a bit but sleeping in his arms guaranteed you a deeper, more peaceful rest.
You and Frankie had celebrated your first six months together with a dinner earlier that week followed by two hours of intense, animalistic, intoxicating sex.
Lucien had seen you fall more and more in love, he had seen the way you looked at him, how you always sought physical contact, even if it was just intertwining your fingers with his, it was obvious that Frankie made you happy.
You would have been lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel anything for him anymore but Lucien made you lose the ground under your feet.
You needed someone stable, Frankie was your rock while Lucien was a dizzying amount of a person.
You were taking out a bag of garbage when you heard noises in the alley and low voices.
You looked out the back door curiously and saw Frankie and Lucien talking in the shadows. You stood still behind the half-closed door trying to listen. They hadnât noticed you.
âWe should tell her,â Frankie said and Lucien replied, ânot now, please, she would never forgive me.â
âLu, I love her, do you understand? I donât want to hurt her.â
Lucien nodded âI know Frankie, you think I donât care about her? But if we tell her now sheâll think itâs my fault, please. Weâll find a way, I promiseâ
Lucien rested his hands on Frankieâs forearms, caressing him and bringing his hands to his, clenched into fists along his sides âcome on, donât do thatâ
You were paralyzed. What was it that they couldnât tell you? And why did Frankie and Lucien seem so close when in front of you they just acted cordially and threw each other the occasional barb?
You thought they were united by their affection for you and Santiago and tolerated each other for your sake but at that moment you weren't sure anymore.
Your blood froze in your veins when you saw Lucien approach Frankie and kiss him.
It was something you never thought youâd see in your life and most of all you never thought Frankie would do something like that behind your back. âStop it Lu. I told you, I wonât do anything until we tell her. Kissing the other day was a mistake, I canât forgive myself for thatâ he pushed Lucien away âand how can you think of doing it again? Have some respect for her and for yourselfâ
You couldn't see Frankie's gaze in the dim light but you knew it was similar to the first time he realized Lucien had cheated on you. You were relieved, Frankie hadn't given in, hadn't made the same mistake, because he knew how you felt.
Lucien blurted out âLook, I love her too, I don't want to be an asshole again but you also know how I feel about you. And I know you feel the same, idiot. Don't try to put all the blame on me, there are two sides to every ditch and I didnât dig alone. Your lips were on mine the other day and I felt your hard cock okay?!â
Lucien had a desperate tone that you had only heard him use when he had tried to apologize to you months before.
You were speechless. If you had to be honest with yourself, you had noticed certain looks but you had never interpreted them.
Frankie pushed Lucien by the shoulders pinning him against the wall âListen to me, idiot. You were the one who kissed me first. Itâs incredible that you donât even know how to take responsibility for yourself.â Lucienâs feet barely touched the ground from the way your boyfriend was slamming him into the bricks of the wall. âYou may have been the first man who made me hard but thatâs it and you know why? You will never ruin what I have with the best girl Iâve ever met. I want her to be part of this. Either that or we do nothing.â
He had moved away from Lucien to go back inside, you quickly left the garbage in the closet so you wouldnât get caught, you would throw it out later with an excuse.
You walked over to the bar and poured yourself a shot of whiskey, downing it in one gulp. âHey, where were you?â Santi asked as he came back through the front door. He had gone out to take Claire to get a taxi.
âI went to the bathroom,â you lied, and Santi raised an eyebrow, looking at you with concern. âAre you okay?â
âYes, I'm fine, don't worry.â
You put the glass in the dishwasher and loaded it, mulling it over in your head as Santi talked about how great the night had been. He counted the takings sitting at the counter while the jukebox played Bruce Springsteen's Hungry Hearts.
You had always known that Lucien was bisexual, you were too. You had a girlfriend for a couple years in college and it had been a great relationship.
It must have been the first time it happened to him, you couldn't think of any other explanation.
âI want her to be a part of thisâ Frankieâs words were still ringing into your head.
You giggled unknowingly at the thought of Frankie being excited for another man, it was⌠sexy.
âHey!â Santi snapped his fingers in front of your eyes âare you still here with us?â
âYesâ you quickly answered.
Santi chuckled âwhat was that little smile for?â
âOh nothing, I was thinking about Frankieâ it wasnât entirely a lie, you were thinking about him. And Lucien. And the three of you together. It intrigued you more than you were willing to admit.
âYou two lovebirds are so cuteâ Santi mocked you and you didnât mind at all.
Frankie came back followed by Lucien âAre you ready to go home, baby?â
âYes, Iâll take this to the closet and Iâm readyâ You lifted the first case you saw behind the counter hoping that it actually belonged there.
âLet me do itâ Frankie suggested but you immediately replied âno love, I can do it, donât worry, Iâll be right backâ you smiled and gave him a kiss and then you headed towards the closet.
You picked up the garbage you had left there and went out into the alley to throw it away. You took a long sigh, feeling your cheeks hot as you thought back to the scene you had seen. You didnât know what would happen but you had faith in Frankie, he would fix everything.
You went back inside. Lucien sat silently in the corner, looking back and forth between you and Frankie, and now you could see longing in his eyes. He looked at Frankie almost as you did.
Your heart fluttered.
ââââââââââââââââ-
After two days of silence you were ready to snap at Frankie. Why the hell didn't he tell you the truth? You could see his gaze drop every time you mentioned Lucien in a conversation and you knew he had the speech he wanted to give you on the tip of his tongue.
You were pissed, but you tried to stay calm.
You couldn't believe Frankie wasn't being honest with you about this when he had talked to you about much more serious things, opening up to you with simplicity. He had told you about his previous job, about the anxiety attacks it had left him with.
He had been in therapy for years and dropped out because of this.
Santiago was the person who helped him face reality, he never abandoned him and Frankie said he owed him his life. The reason he opened the bar was because they had always talked about it âweâre going to open a bar and we wonât have to deal with this shit anymoreâ. They had always said that and it had become a kind of mantra that had kept Frankie afloat every time he thought he was sinking into anxiety.
He was a new person now and you were lucky enough to find him.
You didn't want to lose him and you certainly wouldn't have tolerated it happening because of Lucien.
You wanted so badly to trust that Frankie would tell you about it sooner or later.
And then there was something else and you knew it was wrong but you couldnât get the way he had pushed Lucien against the wall out of your head.
Lucien was not small and yet he seemed light as a feather under Frankie's hands.
Was that his real strength? He had obviously never used it with you and you had asked yourself many times what those powerful arms were capable of doing.
In addition to that, you couldn't stop thinking about you, Frankie and Lucien in the same bed. It was yourâs greedy brain fault.
You felt guilty because Frankie never failed to please you. At the same time, however, you imagined what it would be like if Lucien had also entered the picture.
Frankie wanted it too after all, he had said so.
By the end of the week you were so pent up by all scenarios you imagined that you actually prayed for Frankieâs confession.
âFrankieâ you said on Friday morning, after a night spent at this place sleeping in his arms âwe need to talkâ
His fingers began to fidget on the kitchen table where you were both sitting having a cup of coffee and some pancakes that you made from scratch.
âAbout what?â He asked
You swallowed air, carefully choosing your words âWell, I saw something last Saturday nightâ and he widened his eyes knowing already what you meant. You could see fear in his look so you instinctively brought your hand over his nervously tapping on the tableâs wood.
âDonât worryâ you tried to reassure him âI donât want to break up with you. I love you Frankie, and you can tell me anything, you know that, right?â
Frankie looked pale and concerned âYes baby but that was so bad. I donât know what to sayâ
âTruth is fineâ you suggested and he nodded, taking a long breath âyeah, you deserve it so here it is. Lucien kissed me once, about two weeks ago and then again on Saturday. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared. Itâs just that⌠I also didnât know I was into men before. I swear itâs the first time that happened to me but I felt something. Something strong, actually. I was so confused but more than anything else I donât want to hurt you. I love you, no matter how many men I could find attractive, youâre the most important person in my life.â
Your heart melted instantly at the puppy eyes look that he gave you.
âI trust you. I wish you had told me right away because you know I can understand, but if it was your first time I guess you needed time to process it.â
âYeahâ he murmured softly âbut Iâm sorry anywayâ
âItâs okay. Actually⌠I donât mind the ideaâ
Frankie spat the coffee he was drinking back in his cup âWhat?â
âYeahâ you admit âI mean⌠itâs hotâ and you felt your cheeks burn at the revelation.
Frankie smirked, looking at you with that particular gaze in his eyes that you recognized as horniness âyou would love to fuck both of us, donât you? Naughty girlâ
âIâd love to have a threesome, yeahâ you cooed, approaching him and sitting on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and kissed him, you felt his hands wandering on your back and hold you tight.
âWhat have I done to have a woman like you? Really, Iâm the luckier motherfucker that ever existedâ
You kissed him again losing yourself at the sensation.
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You saw Lucien at the bar that evening.
Santi was busy making drinks across the counter, Claire was sitting in front of him, Frankie was in the back getting a keg of beer to replace the one that finished.
You were sitting next to each other and you could feel the tension rising in your chest.
Lucien, oblivious to everything, smiled at you and told you about a movie he had just seen.
You hadnât been this nervous in his presence since you first met and you couldnât stop staring at the gold chain around his neck. It made you wet to think at the way the accidentally hit your face while he pumped into you.
You'd never liked it on anyone but him, just as you'd never liked anyone who wore a baseball cap all the time before you met Frankie. They were your exceptions.
You were imagining Frankie being hit while Lucien fucked him. Each time they hit your lip or chin the sudden pain turned into pleasure and that little moment had become part of your sexual routine.
The kiss you had seen, though chaste and hasty, had uncovered a series of needs inside you that you hadn't even expected. You had been seething inside all week and talking about it with your boyfriend had only partially calmed you down.
âLucienâ you said âI need to tell you somethingâ
âJust tell meâ he grinned, you could see from his expression that he wasnât expecting anything you were about to say.
âMaybe itâs better if we go outâ you sighed, getting up from the stool.
Lucien followed you with a questioning look on his face, you made your way through the crowd to the exit and you leaned against the outside wall of the place, standing on the pavement, while he looked at you âso, what do you have to tell me?â.
You twisted your hands nervously as you searched for the words. âI⌠I saw you. You and Frankieâ you spat suddenly, not finding another way to say it.
Lucien immediately became alarmed and started babbling âoh, no, listen, itâs not what you think⌠I mean⌠nothing serious happened, I would never do something like that behind your back again, I know youâre happy with him and I donât want to ruin it, please believe me. It was just a kissâ
âI know. Frankie told meâ you said, firmly âI can't exactly say the same about you but I trust himâ
Lucien looked down, as if he was scanning the pavement for who knows what. âI⌠Iâm sorry. I really am. I donât want to take him away from you. The thing is⌠I realized how happy you were and first I envied youâŚAnd one day⌠I saw Frankie looking at me and I⌠I messed up, please forgive me, Iâll never kiss him again.â
You watched him simmer and feel ashamed and you were almost tempted to leave him like that, without saying anything else, as punishment for what he had put you through months before.
You smirked âLucienâ and he wouldnât stop piling up excuses âLucien! Shut up and listen to me!â you snapped
âOkayâ he replied continuing to inspect the sidewalk.
âFrankie I are inseparable, you know. But⌠we can try something, if you wantâ
You locked eyes with his and watched as his expressions changed from confused to intrigued. âWhat?â he asked, with a crooked smile.
You knew he already understood but he was dying to hear you say it.
You rolled your eyes, annoyed at seeing him gloat like that. âI canât stand you when you do that.â
âLike what?â he pressed, moving closer to you.
âLike⌠you are, God, you are so arrogant. You make me regret my own thoughts.â
âTell me what you want,â he whispered into your neck. He was dangerously close, you were practically trapped between him and the wall. If there was one thing that would never change, it was Lucienâs ability to make you feel like you were playing with fire.
âI want⌠the three of usâŚâ
âWhat?â he insisted âsay itâ
âI want us to have sex, okay, the three of us. togetherâ you squealed.
Lucien looked into your eyes, searching your gaze, you felt like you had confessed a sin. âOh. I wasnât expecting that. Interesting.â
âStop gloating and tell me what you think,â you protested, arms crossed over your chest.
Lucien took your hands and brought your arms down your body, pressing you against the wall and whispering in your ear, âIâm in. Whenever you want.â
âYouâre a slut, you know that, huh?â
âHey! You suggested it, okay? And what can I do, I like to fuck with people who turn me on. So tell me sweetie, when are we doing it?â
âTonight,â you answered instinctively, the desire to kiss him eating you up and the thought of seeing him with Frankie occupying every part of your brain.
âWoah, youâre not wasting your time.â
âYou know I never liked it,â you replied, looking at him through your lashes.
Lucien had always awakened a primal instinct in you, maybe it was his disheveled look, the shirts he always wore open partially revealing his chest, the smell of his skin, the way his beard nipped your cheeks as he kissed you, you didnât know, but you felt it strongly every time he got closer than he should have.
You came back in and your gaze immediately searched for Frankie, you saw him behind the counter and you slipped in, grabbing him by the waist âyou know you canât stay hereâ he warned you tenderly, placing his hands on yours âbe good and go back to your stoolâ.
You moved in front of him and looked him intensely in the eyes.
He was so beautiful, so sweet, so attractive that you would have covered him in kisses right there, in front of everyone.
âItâs done. For tonight.â you cooed, winking at him.
Frankie smiled âyouâre a little schemer, you know that?â And he kissed you, giving you a pat on the ass immediately after âGood. I canât wait. Now get out of hereâ.
You dutifully went to sit down and did nothing but watch him and Lucien alternately for the rest of the evening, reading anticipation on their faces, feeling impatient and excited. You could hardly believe that this was going to happen, and yet you were one step away from having sex with both of them and you had wanted it.
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Santi went home with Claire leaving the three of you alone, he looked at you a little suspiciously because normally you would have protested at the fact that he was running off with his girlfriend leaving you to clean up.
He didn't know what you had in mind but he wasn't stupid anyway and he had surely noticed the glances you had exchanged all evening.
He turned around before leaving and smiled saying "have funâ
Once you were alone, a strange energy spread through the bar. No one knew how to make the first move. Lucien was babbling about the beer bottles left lying around, Frankie was busy sweeping every corner, you were lounging at the counter, rubbing the surface with cloth and detergent as if you had to mirror yourself on the wood.
You had to do something to warm up the atmosphere. You put away the cloth, washed your hands and armed with courage you took a coin from your wallet and headed towards the jukebox. You were looking for a song that could give you the push to take the initiative.
You chose Letâs get it on. Marvin Gaye. âA classic always works. It has to work.â you thought. You turned and looked around the place. The dim lights, the smell of whiskey, lime and beer, the little couches scattered around in the corners, the old jukebox, it was a place you knew like the back of your hand and it made you feel comfortable.
It was nice to watch your boys move around in there, confident and relaxed, it had been for all the nights youâd spent there.
You were pleasantly tipsy, not so much that you were drunk but enough to feel brave.
You could have done it. With the song playing in the air, warm and sensual, you felt ready.
You went to your rock first. You walked over to Frankie smiling at his obsessive sweeping of the same spot for the past 5 minutes.
âHey. I think itâs clean.â
"You say?" Frankie leaned the broom against the wall, laughing, welcoming you into his arms immediately after. You rested your face on his plaid shirt, inhaling his scent, that intoxicating scent of tobacco and leather that you loved so much.
âI love you so much, you know that, right?â You murmured in his chest.
âI know, baby, I love you tooâ
You raised your chin and looked him in his beautiful chocolate eyes, he moved his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek, brushing his thumb on your skin.
âYouâre the most gorgeous woman Iâve ever metâ he said. You didn't know how but Frankie had the extraordinary talent of always saying what you needed to hear.
And he said it in a way, with that deep, slightly hoarse voice that made you tingling inside every single time.
You kissed him, savoring him slowly, his tongue brushing your lips, making room into your mouth, intertwining with yours. Frankie deepened the kiss, holding you tight.
You moaned softly into his mouth, reaching out to take off his hat and burying a hand in his hair.
âInteresting song choice,â Frankie whispered, moving his hands to your ass and squeezing âShall we go home?â
âYes in a little while, let me dance with you some moreâ Frankie chuckled, holding you close and starting to swing with you, your bodies pressed and rubbing together.
Lucien came up behind you. âCan I join?â he asked mischievously.
His arms were on Frankieâs, you were deliciously snuggled between the two of them as the three of you moved your hips in unison.
You were silent, still moving, your breaths growing together.
Lucien's hands wrapped around Frankie's strong biceps were a perfect sight. Sandwiched between the two of them, you felt exactly how you imagined.
Hot, confident, eager.
Lucien was the first to break the silence, you felt him half-hard against your ass.
âAt my place or yours?â he asked Frankie smirking
âAt my house. Itâs closerâ he replied immediately.
You pulled away and looked into each other's eyes. "Are we sure we want to do this?" Frankie asked.
âI think⌠yeahâ you were hopeful that neither of them had changed their minds and Lucien nodded âYes, Iâm more than sureâ and accompanied the sentence with a caress on your arm.
âDo you still want it, Frankie?â And he nodded too saying âof courseâ
âCome here,â you waved them both closer together and put a hand on the back of their heads, making your mouths collide, a tangle of lips and teeth and tongues.
Lucien's lips were impatient and needy on one side, Frankie's ones expert and sweet on the other. And you in the middle. You no longer knew who was licking whose lips, your saliva and your mixed flavors were intoxicating.
You pulled away and panted âletâs go.â
The song that had accompanied your kisses had ended, leaving a trail of desire.
You reached Frankie's truck hugging each other, Frankie and Lucien's hands intertwined behind your back.
You sat down in front next to Frankie, taking Lucien's hand that was hanging from behind on your shoulder and caressing it while with the other you squeezed Frankie's thigh, slowly moving up towards the crotch of his jeans.
He squinted at you âwhat are you doing, babe?â
You batted your eyelashes ânothingâ and then chuckled softly.
âWell, this nothing is sending me out of spaceâ
Lucien laughed in the backseat as you finally approached Frankieâs house.
As soon as you entered Lucien pushed you against the wall and kissed you âgod, I missed your lipsâ
You smiled, holding on to Frankie's shirt and pulling him close to you.
Frankie's hand hugged your hip feverishly, moving up to your breast, his palm open on your shirt, right on your hardened nipple stiffing against your lacy bra.
Lucien continued his lustful path up your jaw, down the column of your neck, sucking the soft skin and smoothing it with his tongue.
Frankie kneaded your breasts with one hand while squeezing your butt with the other until he grunted âTake off your clothes, babyâ
Lucien pulled away, looking at you expectantly.
You smiled at both of them, standing in front of you waiting to see your naked body appear before their eyes.
You took off your shirt, throwing it on Frankie who smiled catching it and bringing it to his nose to inhale your scent.
You could see that light in his eyes, that spark of desire that always shone when he wanted you desperately.
You continued your undressing by unhooking your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Their eyes were fixed on your nipples stiffen in the air.
Lucien instinctively took Frankie's hand and squeezed it tightly, wincing.
âYou are always as I remembered you. Gorgeous,â he muttered and a rush of pride rose up to your chest.
âYes? Touch me,â you invited him.
Lucienâs hand tremblingly approached your waist, moving up along it, stopping at the side of your breast. With his thumb he reached your nipple, brushing it with the tip of his finger.
He freed himself from Frankie's grip and took his hand again, placing it on the crotch of his jeans, turning to give him a crooked smile full of silent requests.
Frankie smiled at him, embarrassed but horny, moving his hand up and down the outline of his cock. It was a new sensation for him, he seemed totally enraptured by it.
Lucien didn't stop caressing you, a moan escaped his lips, his eyes moving alternately between you and Frankie.
Frankie in turn raised a hand to touch your other breast, you wriggled in your guys's hands, so different and yet so enhancing, both of them.
Your guys⌠it was so strange to think about but that's what they were in that moment. Yours, all yours.
Lucien urged you, âWhy donât you take off your skirt too, princess?â
You didn't need to be told twice, you pulled down the side zip and let it slide down your hips.
âMmm youâre wearing my favorite pantiesâ Frankie whispered and Lucien echoed âI remember them well. I loved the curve of your ass tight in those pantiesâ
They looked at each other pleased and in a fit of need they exchanged a kiss. Seeing their beards rubbing against, their tongues chasing, their hungry lips capturing each other and hear them moaning into each otherâs mouth was too much.
You moaned, your eyes hypnotized in front of that vision. Everything you had imagined took shape in front of you, it was like a dream from which you prayed never to wake up.
âGodâŚâ Frankie muttered âletâs go to my roomâ
ââââââââââââââââââââ
You had always liked Frankie's room, it was simply furnished but comfortable.
There was a large bed right in the center, with a beautiful blue duvet that you loved, it was wonderful to cuddle up there with him.
Frankie pushed you gently against it, inviting you to sit down. He turned to Lucien, slowly opening the buttons of his shirt, looking into his eyes. Lucien was looking back at him intently.
Once undone, Frankie ran a hand over his neck, tangling his fingers in his chain, letting it slide down his chest, until it reached his jeans. He fumbled with the button, then pulled down the zipper, and let them slide down his hips. Lucien helped him by stepping on them and pulling them off his ankle, then kicking them to the floor.
He took off his shirt and threw it in a corner. He was naked except for a pair of black boxers that barely contained his erection.
Your gaze wandered on his sculpted chest that ended in a slightly soft, delicious belly, which you had always loved to nibble and you felt your panties getting wet at the sight.
Frankie was the only one still dressed at that point so you urged him âUndress, love, we want to see youâ
You could recognize a hint of uncertainty in his eyes but you knew he wanted it. He wanted it so badly that his cap had been left behind at the bar and it was the first time that had happened.
He took off the flannel shirt he was wearing over a T-shirt.
Lucien sat down next to you, letting his fingers slide down your arm.
Frankie pulled his shirt off his neck, leaving his chest bare. You had a thing for his nipples, small, pink, sweet as honey under your tongue. You loved playing with them, and Frankie went crazy every time you did it, even if he wouldnât admit it openly.
âCome here,â you asked, and he leaned in. You reached up and took one of his nipples between your fingers, pinching it.
Lucien chuckled as Frankie squirmed under your touch âhe likes it huh? Good to knowâ.
Frankie glared at him, âonly she can do that,â and Lucien pretended to agree with a clearly amused tone, âyes, of course.â
Frankie snorted, before reaching down and grabbing your knees, spreading your legs âlet me see herâ.
He reached for the lace of your panties, rubbing it against your folds, wetting the fabric further. âOh yes, thatâs what she needed.â
âShe needs you alwaysâ you moaned.
âI know. Lie down, love, I want to give her everything she wantsâ he replied under his breath.
Lying on the bed, you felt Frankie's hands hook around the edges of your panties and you lifted your hips slightly to allow him to pull them down.
He began kissing your inner thigh, lingering on your skin, trailing up towards your groin.
Lucien lowered himself to one of your breasts and licked the areola all around, deliberately avoiding the nipple, looking at you with a knowing smile.
The moment Frankie dipped his fingers between your folds Lucien took your nipple into his mouth, starting to suck slowly.
They worked in sync, your boyfriend between your thighs and your ex on your tit, it felt like they were everywhere, all over your body, ready to taste every part of you.
Frankieâs fingers gathered your arousal to your clit, surrounding it with two fingers shaped in a V and stroking it up and down.
You whined their name, both of them.
Lucien was sucking at your nipple like a madman, pinching and twisting the other one with his fingers.
He parted for a moment just to ask Frankie to stop. Frankie interrupted his careful work around your clit and folds with a grunt âwhat do you want?â
âIt will take me just a secondâ Lucien wetted two of his fingers with your juice and then he spread it out on your nipple, motioning in circles and then sucking at it again. âmmm even better, babe, I can taste how sweet your are on your fucking beautiful titâ.
It was something he enjoyed doing and it always made your head spin. He moaned loudly sucking at your nipple like that, overwhelmed by the new flavor on it.
Frankie returned down to lick your pussy, up and down, precise, calm, relentless. No one could do it like him, not Lucien, not anyone else youâd ever had.
His hands squeezed your thighs, holding them wide, his tongue lapped flat between your outer lips and when he reached your clit he took it between his lips, sucking it.
âOh my god, it feels so goodâ you whine
âI can never get enough of your sweet little pussy,â he whispered between licks.
Your hand disappeared between his dark curls, pushing him towards your pussy, inviting him to dive even deeper and when you felt his tongue pushing your entrance you encouraged him to fuck you with it âmore baby, give me moreâ and Frankie nudged into your hole continuing to take care of your clit with his fingers and then alternating sucking and stroking, until two of his fingers were inside of you and he curled them in a way he knows he was making you crumble.
Lucien was cupping your tit, caressing it with his hand and tongue, his beard gently brushing it, giving you extra stimulation.
They didnât stop until you were a mess of whimpers and beg, you felt your essence running out of you, Frankieâs mouth catching every drop of it expertly, obscene squelch coming out of you as you clenched around your boyfriendâs big fingers.
âGive it to me, baby, give it all to meâ Frankie incited you while you felt your orgasm flooding through your body, making you quiver.
Lucien slipped between your legs âI wanna taste her a little more, pleaseâ asking your boyfriendâs permission which drove you absolutely crazy, Frankie made room for him by placing himself next to you and as he continued on your bundle of nerves with his thumb, Lucien licked you clean, drinking from you.
They stood up and kissed as you caught your breath, Frankie's hand on Lucien's waist pulling him towards him, demanding and keen.
You stayed out it for a while watching them, leaning on your elbows, enjoying their eager mouths, tasting your flavor on each otherâs tongue, their beards drenched in your juices.
Frankie was much rougher with him, almost matching Lucienâs typical impatience.
He bit his lower lip, sucking it then forcing his tongue into his mouth licking like a starve man.
You loved seeing him lose his inhibitions, it turned you on deeply the way he trailed down on Lucienâs jaw and neck and up to his lips again, rubbing his hand on his cock over the fabric.
You knelt down beside them, your hands on the elastic of their boxers. You pulled them down with their help and they stepped out of them, leaving them crumpled on the floor.
With one hand on both of their cocks you began to stroke them, feeling their velvety skin slide between your fingers, both were already hard, leaking pre cum.
âMmmm all slippery and wet for me⌠I love itâ you cooed and they stopped kissing looking down at you, mouths parted and running out of breath.
You brought their cocks together rubbing them on one another, touching the tips, stroking them up and down and they left out a whimper.
You had to use two hands to hold both of their big fat cocks.
You continued to smear their pre cum down their length, skin on skin, tips kissing, pleasure on pleasure building strongly as they throbbed in your hands.
They were both hypnotized by your movements, eyes locked on your hands working on their shafts.
You felt a rush of power in your chest, both of your guys at your mercy, your cunt slick again, arousal pooling at your core.
Lucien palmed the back of your head and you couldnât help but leaning yourself at his cock licking his tip, savoring his flavor on your tongue.
You did the same to Frankie and he praised âyouâre so fucking beautiful like thatâ
You took his length in your mouth, stroking Lucien with your hand, Frankieâs heavy and hot on your tongue as you slide down until you felt it in the back of your throat, almost gagging.
Frankie whispered âgod, baby, you always take me so wellâ
You whined feeling your cunt dripping on your thighs, beginning to suck him.
You run your tongue up and down his length, sucking on his mushroom head, feeling salt and musk invading your mouth.
You stroke Lucien some more and then he moved on his knees right next to you.
You turned and looked him as you sucked, his dark eyes eagerly watching Frankieâs cock disappearing between your lips.
âCan I help?â
You pulled away from your boyfriendâs cock, a thread of saliva connecting his length to your lips.
âDo you want to taste it?â
Lucien nodded repeatedly.
âSay it,â you urged, âI want to hear it.â
âI want to -â
You shook your head, âTsk. Youâre not getting away easily with this. And you donât say âI wantâ. Ask nicely.â
Lucien gulped before speaking again, visibly annoyed. You didnât care, it was Frankieâs cock you were talking about, it belonged to you. Him begging for it seemed like the least he could do.
âCan I take it in my mouth, please?â Lucien had finally decided to submit to your will, he was losing his cockiness, pleading with his entire face, and it felt good.
âOnly for a few minutes. And make sure you donât make him come, thatâs my jobâ
âOkayâ he agreed and he lowered himself onto Frankieâs cock, mouth wide open, starting to suck where you left off.
Frankie gave you a pleased look, he was clearly impressed by your attitude and you caressed him on his tummy, just above where Lucien's head was, tracing with your fingers that happy strip of hair that led to his intimacy.
A little something only you were allowed to do, âcause Frankie was so self conscious of his tummy.
He gained a little bit of weight that went right there on his love handles since he retired and you worked so hard to make him feel better about it.
You loved every single inch of him, from his lovely curls, to his strong nose, from his wide shoulders to his soft belly.
His body was made for loving you, to protect you, to make you feel safe.
You grabbed his balls as Lucien continued to suck him avidly and you gently gripped on them, Frankie left out a whimper that went straight to your cunt.
You angled your face to suck on one, sliding it over your tongue the way you knew he liked it.
Your face right next to Lucien's as you took care of Frankie together must have been something Frankie would never have imagined, you had never heard him moan like that and honestly you were on the edge too as you heard the obscene sounds made by Lucien's mouth full of Frankie's cock so close to your ears.
âJesus fuckâ he muttered, taking an handful of Lucienâs messy hair, pushing him down to his length, you suffocated a little evil laugh at hearing Lucien gagging more than you did.
As soon as you felt Frankie's balls harden you ordered Lucien to move, he took Frankie's cock out of his mouth with a lewd pop and for a moment you lost concentration looking at his swollen lips.
You shook yourself, stuffing what belonged to you into your mouth, wrapping your hand around his base, sucking non-stop, Frankie pulsing on your tongue, his musky scent filling your nostrils, him praising you âmy good girl, you are so incredible. You like it huh? I know love, just like that, don't stopâ
You increased the pace, sucking at his tip with all the breath you had left, swallowing his whole spent down your throat as soon as he spurted it in long thick streaks, his whole body quivering, his head falling backward and his eyes shut.
âFuck yeah, baby, oh my- fuck you swallow like a champâ His voice spent and hoarse almost cracked.
You kept it in your mouth until he softened, he looked at you so sweetly, cradling your head, repeating âI love you, baby, I love you so muchâ and you looked back at him with all the affection that flooded from your heart.
âCome to me, darling,â he said as he sat on the bed and motioned for Lucien to join you on the opposite side. The two of you lay down on Frankieâs bed, you were in the center again, pressed against his chest with one leg wrapped around his waist, while Lucien hugged you from behind.
Frankie kissed the crown of your head, your hair, caressing your arm, holding you tight.
Lucien left a small trail of kisses along your cheek and neck as you felt his cock press against your ass and you hummed quietly.
The three of you stayed like that for a while, snuggled together and listening to your breathing return to normal, until Frankie asked you what else you wanted to do.
âI wantâŚâ you paused, examining your desires thoroughly âI want you in my cunt and Lucien in my mouthâ
Frankie left out a âdamn girl! Youâre insatiableâ kissing your forehead and you hid your face on his chest giggling.
You raised your head admiring your boyfriendâs captivating smile and his beautiful brown eyes, a little dimple popping out at the side of his mouth.
âYeahâ you cooed âIâm always hungry for youâ
Frankie provoked you âand what do you tell me about him?â
âIt's a nice additionâ you admitted reaching Lucienâs cheek with your hand, passing your fingers tip on his scratchy beard.
âSpit roasted huh?â Lucien whispered into your ear âsuch a good girl for usâ
âOn all fours, babeâ
You willingly complied with Frankie's request and he stood behind you.
âIs she ready?â He asked and you whined a âyes, pleaseâ sticking your ass out and spreading your legs for him.
Frankie leaned down and spread your folds his fingers, looking at your pussy. âAlmostâ he said.
You snorted âWhat, almost?â You felt wetter than youâd ever felt in your life, just the thought of being taken by both of them at the same time made your clit vibrate âYes, love, you need to stretch out a little for me, just a littleâ.
You protested under your breath and Frankie suddenly stuck his index and middle fingers up to his knuckles inside you. You winced, feeling your disagreement die in your throat.
âFuck!â
âHere you are princessâ he said, starting to move his fingers inside you, in lascivious squeaks and a flow of juices that coated them.
Lucien was in front of you, kneeling, slowly pumping his cock. He approached your face passing the tip on your lips, spreading drops of pre cum over them.
Your mouth instantly agape welcomed him, humming at the flavor spreading on your tongue. Its thick vein crawled across your palate, its flavor a little more pungent than Frankie's but just as pleasant.
You inhaled sharply through your nose, focusing on relaxing your mouth to let him slide in as Frankie's fingers explored relentlessly inside you, caressing your g-spot.
You were basically gushing on his fingers, squirming and crying as your orgasm rose up from your tummy, to your chest, choking in your throat full of Lucienâs cock.
âFuck baby, youâre dripping on my wristâ Frankie groaned.
Lucien placed his hands on either side of your face and gave a couple of harder thrusts, hitting your throat.
You felt on the verge of tears but the orgasm Frankie was giving you was easing the pain, leaving you in a state of dizziness.
Frankie lined up with your entrance, hitting your folds with his cock a few times and then entering with one firm thrust. He hit your cervix and made you see stars.
He began to hammer into you, gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh.
It was rougher than usual but you didn't mind. Being fucked from both ends was blowing your mind, you had never felt so full.
âFuck, princess, youâre taking me wellâ Frankie yelled behind your back while Lucien was grunting right in front of you, palpitating on your tongue.
You were exhausted, overstimulated, yet you didn't know how to stop.
Your skin was incredibly hot, little drops of sweat were sliding down your skin.
You looked at Lucien and his chains flapped on his chest while his raven curls were plastered to his forehead.
His eyes were narrowed, his jaw was slack, an ecstatic expression painted on his face.
You could have come just by watching him but Frankie wouldnât stop thrusting into you, he was now bent over you holding onto your breasts, barely keeping his balance but you knew how much he loved grabbing your tits while he fucked you. Frankie was a tit man. He was the king of oral sex but while he was doing it he loved to pinch your nipples and could spend just as much time sucking your tits as he enjoyed doing it at your clit. No one had ever made you squirt before Lucien, thatâs true, but Frankie was on another level. Making you explode like that was a mission for him and to do that he concentrated on putting his mouth where he knew it would have the greatest effect. And you had sensitive nipples. A perfect match.
Frankie was so close, you knew it because of his sounds. You knew them by heart, those guttural moans that slipped past his lips when he couldn't hold it in any longer.
He flooded your pussy a few moments later and you came right after him, the sound of your orgasm muffled by Lucien's cock still in your mouth even though you felt a storm inside.
You swallowed Lucien's seed shortly after, his hand anchored to the nape of your neck.
He sounded incoherent and delirious as he filled your mouth with his cum.
You collapsed together on the bed, a tangle of legs and arms and labored breathing.
After a few minutes Frankie said âI think Iâm not done yetâ and you looked at him and immediately understood. Lucien didnât know him that well, his face was relaxed and totally unaware.
âHuh? What do you want to do?â he asked innocently. Frankie was staring at you and smiling in a mischievous way.
âOh I knowâŚâ you grinned back at Frankie.
âCan someone explain it to me?â Lucien was starting to get nervous, probably feeling cut off from your complicity.
He would know very soon.
Frankie didn't give him time to ask any more questions, he moved on the bed, manhandling him like a puppet.
He turned him over on his back, holding both his wrists still with one hand and said ânow you will take my cock. Be good and get down on your knees for me, kittenâ
He let go of his wrists and Lucien, submissive like you'd ever seen him, got down on all fours for your boyfriend.
âIt's time to take off that braggart look on your face.â Frankie barked.
Lucien tried to protest but before he could, Frankie's finger had already disappeared up into his ass.
He screamed a âfuckâ in a broken voice and Frankie laughed âCome on, I know you like itâ
âYeah, I do. You could have prepared me though, motherfuckerâ Frankie slapped Lucienâs ass.
A red patch radiated across his skin. You were sitting quietly on the side of the bed, enjoying the scene. Frankie was serving you a little revenge on a silver plate.
âI think you deserve a little punishment so now you will shut up, you will take my cock in your ass and you will like it, we clear?â
Lucien moaned as Frankie moved his finger inside him, stretching him out.
âFuck. Okay. it's not the first time someone's been hard on me thoughâ
For a novice, Frankie certainly showed no hesitation âAsk yourself whyâ
He had had anal sex before, it had happened with you too but it was his first time with a man.
Lucien's breathing had become heavy again, he was literally melting under Frankie's touch.
He added another finger.
âYeah, you like that, look how good you're taking my fingers. Tell me you like it, I want to hear it.â
Lucien moaned incoherently and Frankie spanked him again âUse your wordsâ
Lucien babbled âI- I canâtâ and Frankie's hand went down a third time on his ass
âYes you can, speak upâ he ordered.
Frankie was a vision.
Focused, relentless, you unconsciously lowered a hand between your legs as you watched him, starting to flick on your clit.
âI love itâ Lucien finally managed to say âfuck. yesâ
âGood boyâ Frankie hummed âyou can call me daddy if you like thatâ
You laughed and Lucien raging voice protested âI wonât call you daddy in a million years, assholeâ
Frankie thrusted his fingers inside him saying âShall we bet?â
Lucien left out a single desperate moan.
âI swear I never wanted it before but now I feel like doing itâ you whispered and Frankie winked at you.
He pumped his cock it into his fist, until he got hard again, giving a few more slaps to Lucien who was waiting obscenely open for him.
He pounded into him grabbing him by his hips, thrusting in and out of him ferociously.
Lucien screamed in a frenzy.
You kept touching your clit, increasing the pace along with Frankie who sank into Lucien in long, incessant thrusts.
He grabbed him by his waist and Lucien slammed into Frankieâs chest, holding him firmly as he continued to fuck him.
âThe chainâ Lucien pleaded âpleaseâ
Frankie entwined his fingers with the metal âwhat do you want, kitten?â
âPull it. Gentlyâ Lucien said âI need- pleaseâ
Frankie didnât hesitate, pulling it towards him, Lucien moaned, his breathing slightly constricted by the metal around his neck. Frankie was careful not to overdo it and the little extra stimulation sent Lucien over the edge. His neck was red where the chain dug into his skin.
You were now at your limit, flicking on your clit like crazy, two finger stuck in your cunt, wailing along with Lucien and Frankie.
You came screaming Frankie's name like a God, Lucien's body jolted against Frankie's, he pulled out of your ex's ass, stroking his cock a couple of time before painting Lucienâs ass cheeks with his cum.
You were lying on the bed again a moment after, you hugging Frankie and Lucien next to you.
You sighed, breaking the silence first âIf we do this again I think Iâll cancel my gym membership,â and they both laughed.
A/n: If you've made it this far, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for your time. 𩷠I hope you enjoyed it, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
#lucien flores x afab!reader#frankie morales x afab!reader x lucien flores#frankie morales x lucien flores#lucien flores#frankie morales#the uninvited#triple frontier fic#triple frontier#pedro pascal#everyone is bi in this one#ppcu
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Diaper Humiliation
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rushed back home. pretty sure I broke like 7 different basic driving rules from the driver manual in my country that even kids are aware of. also my best friend says he's never letting me drive ever again. he also says you're kinda a mastermind. I may not have a driver license for tomorrow, or a car to drive, but I do have new hatred and also a new level of crush (ness? English-is-not-my-first-language moment) for Max Verstappen. and my brother as well. he also pleged alliance and eternal honor to you, Madds.
5+1!!!!
1. honestly Charles, I get you. cramps are how some criminals should be punished. make them suffer for their wrongs. make them regret ever living. make them feel pain for comitting their crime. (says the lawyer. at this rate, for tomorrow I will loose not one but TWO licenses. who cares)
2. as stated beforehand, the Max crush that you've been cooking in me with this fic is absolutely massive. gigantic. astronomical. and let me tell you something. Max taking care of Charles during his pre-heat melted me. my ex boyfriends should learn from him, because that's the bare minimum and yet they didn't do shit. and Charles here has this lovely dumb idiot (affectionate) while he hates him. honestly goals. where do I buy one.
3. I kinda understand why Max distanced himself from Charles. sorta. actually barely. but the guilt trip that my man has to be going through has to be though. what reminds me
4. FUCK MATTHEW AND FUCK LANDO AND FUCK THE DOCTOR WHOSE NAME IS NOT WORTH OF ME TO REMEMBER. oh and FUCK FERRARI AND FUCK MCLAREN AND FUCK EVERYONE. GO TO HELL PIECES OF SHIT. yeah, that's it I think. my poor baby Charlie (IBEIDNDOSNDLSBDOWHEODIAJS I went batshit with that. just so you know. worried Max might be my favorite Max. maybe slightly behind horny, protective and obedient Max) did NOT deserve that and everyone should rot in the darkest pit of hell for that. no less. cramps for you all.
5. we love Jean-Luc in this house. that was the resolution the three of us got to. my man deserves a cold pillow on both sides, a cup of tea and the chance to see his family anytime and to be happy forever. please don't make me hate him, I love him too much.
+1. if you've told me at the beginning of the year that I would be eating dinner with both my brother and my roomie while we were reading a quite explicit Lestappen omega verse fi in TV, no less, I would've not only not believed you. but died of shame or something like that. my yearly choice of a dead dove do not eat fic (I've been learning about tags!!!) has united this household. who would have thought that.
+2. Max is down BAD. but you know what, so is Charles. they really are exactly like the other. when Charles said that he was feeling lonely all I could think of is how Max said the exact same. and the hospital part had me kicking my feet, jumping around excitedly. then I alarmedly had to go all the way up to see in which chapter we were. and after, I just felt scared. chapter 16 is my worst nightmare it seems. how funny.
+3. hun, how has been your hand? I hope you're feeling better 𩷠as much as I love weekly uptades I can't help but feel worried that you might push your hand a lot. the chapter was absolutely lovely but remember to rest please đđź speaking on my behalf and the other two readers' (and I hope everyone else's) we don't want you to be hurt, regardless of the fic.
thank you for the early uptade, even if now I'm a reckless driver to my country's police. at least I didn't read it while I was working. I don't know how I could've managed that.
I will take eternal allegiance wherever I can get it. I am making men kneel before me, one at a time, and so I'm glad to add two more to my collection.
cramps as a form of punishment .... you get it.
no because that whole heat sequence with Max .. melted me. he's so written by a woman coded in this fic (which you'd hope. considering he is. lmao)
he's hurt!!! he's sad!!! Max is going through a phase right now ok
the doctors name is Leo, and funnily enough Charles got Leo the same week that chapter came out and I was like ... Charles reads wygig confirmed
THIS IS A JEAN-LUC STAN ACCOUNT and honestly????? I love that you all love him. maybe he should get his own fic one day. who knows.
+1. the war being over because you've bonded over the lestappen war .... there's something so cosmic about that.
+2. everyone being on the edge of their seats for 16 ... god I'm good.
+3. thank you for the well wishes! it's wayyyyy better now, thank god.
p.s. I think maybe your brother and your roommate would riot if you read it at work without them sooooo
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Thank you so much to those who participated in 2023âs Pride Challenge and to those who helped spread the word and showed love and support to those who participated!!! Here is the Masterlist of everything I was tagged in throughout the month! If I missed yours please let me know so I can add you and reblog your post too!!
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đ Care to Join? By @pimosworld
Layla el Faouly x f!reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, Prompt âCan I kiss you?â
đ Youâre a bit too loud by @corporalicent
alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen, Prompts âWeâre dead if we get caught but fuck it.â & âYou look so beautiful right now and all I want to do is fuck you senseless.â
đ The Knight and her lady by @saradika
knight!fennec shand x princess!reader, Prompts âCan I kiss youâ and fairylate au
đ Feeling you canât fight . Chapter 2 by @melodygatesauthor
Moon Boys x m!reader
đ Pride on Nevarro by @simpingcowboy
Trans!Din x GN!Reader, Prompts âDo you trust me?" "Hold my hand tight. I'll protect you." and a photo prompt
đ Peterâs second chance romance by @morriganwarrior
Peter Parker x m!oc, prompts Can I kiss you, I think I'm in love with you, You did all this for me
đ His Hers and His, A Messy Pile of Affection story by @flightlessangelwings
Frankie Morales x fem!reader x Benny Miller, Prompts âWhat do you think of my last name with your first name?â and the rainbow photo in the moodbard
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