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Say Cheese - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

A steamy after-work rendezvous with the Tribal Chief and his princess is captured in 4K.

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x OC

Warning: SMUT

Word count: 4.9k

Song Muse: "Sativa" by Jhene Aiko and Rae Sremmurd

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The audible smacking of lips and sliding of tongues was the seductive tune serenading the lovers, seemingly drowning out the actual song blaring from the speakers of the hotel suite. It started out with soft, gentle pecks, but ever so greedy, he’d taken it up a notch, kissing her more hungrily at the same time he lifted her up onto the kitchenette’s counter. That lethal tongue of his consumed the insides of her mouth, earning his deep chuckle at her needy moan as her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close.

“We are so bad, we should be at the party,” she giggled against his succulent lips, sneaking her hands behind the nape of his neck to tug his ponytail loose. “People are gonna notice we’re not there. ‘Specially you, Mr. Tribal Chief.”

He pulled away long enough to huff, “Well, that's on you. You’re the one who kept rubbin’ on my dick the entire ride back here, making me so hard everyone woulda seen it.” Picking up the half-drunk bottle of Cristal next to her, he took a large gulp before handing it to her. “Gon’ be boring as shit anyway. Fuck the party,” he added.

“Nah, I’d rather fuck you,” she stated, making her intentions clear, loving the way his eyes blazed at her bold statement.

“That’s my girl.” He showed his appreciation by tongue-kissing her slowly, coaxing her to follow his lead and match his energy. She wasn’t inexperienced at all, but each time they kissed, she felt like a virgin being taught for the very first time. Emboldened by the alcohol in her system and the passionate moment, her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against his prominent erection pressing between her parted thighs that his big hands caressed so lavishly, all while their mouths sought the depths of each other’s sensual taste.

It took Cleo Parker-Jones just three months after her main roster call-up to get Roman Reigns in her bed. It probably would have been quicker if it wasn’t for his part-time schedule and her focusing on proving herself on the blue brand. Whenever he did show up to work, they did not get too many moments alone. But each time they did, they made the absolute most of it. Flirty banter. Suggestive winks. Subtle caresses as they grew closer. Soon, she was sneaking into his locker room or his bus for intense make-out sessions that left them both breathless and hungry for more. The sparks flew between them and it was only a matter of when and not if they would seal the deal.

Of course they did, and it was glorious. The man was blessed by the dick fairy and he backed it up with incredible, toe-curling bedroom skills that challenged even her own renowned stamina and athleticism. The not-so-amicable end of her last relationship had left Cleo lonely and horny, and she knew right after having her first taste of the Tribal Chief that she wouldn’t be able to leave him alone. Luckily, the feeling was mutual, as he kept coming back for more…and more…and more…

Fast forward a rollercoaster of a year and she was now Miss Money in the Bank, Smackdown’s fastest rising star at twenty-six years old…and Roman Reigns’ sugar baby. Of course, the perks were perking…Traveling in Business Class or in his own jet, designer outfits and accessories, late-night lobster dinners in restaurants shut down just for them, phone bill and house rent paid up, luxury hotel suites like the one they were currently in, enjoying a little after-party of their own after ghosting the one downstairs. But there was nowhere else she would rather be, especially since he would be gone in the morning while Cleo wrestled around the country, missing him something fierce. She never thought she would be in this kind of relationship, but this fun, adorable, generous, criminally sexy older guy had her wondering why she’d never considered it. He took care of her, pampered her, and satisfied her every need. He made her feel like a princess and that was all she’d ever wanted in a man.

She pushed him firmly to catch her breath, lightheaded from his delicious kisses, and licked her plump and swollen lips while staring up at him. Her fingers found the buttons on his dress shirt, slowly flicking each one open to expose his smooth, bronzed, tattooed chest inch by inch, noting the way he shivered as her short acrylic nails gently scraped his skin. She couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his open shirt and his hair loose and wavy; he strongly resembled those romance novel cover models from back in the day.

“Let me down so I can suck on my favorite lollipop,” she requested.

Without hesitation, Roman picked her up off the counter and brought her down to her feet before him. Lowering down to a squat, she backed him up against the counter and relieved him of his slacks with nimble hands. Her darkened eyes leered at his erection bulging impatiently through his Nike briefs, the front stained with his arousal for her. Her fingers peeled the elastic waistband down his muscled thighs, his long, hefty dick almost slapping her in the face when she set it free.

Roman’s breathing quickened as Cleo curled her fist around the throbbing length, squeezing out the bead of precum that clung to the tip. Their hazy gazes locked as her tongue darted out to catch it, licking the underside of his cock before guiding him between her lips, coaxing a deep sigh out of the Samoan.

“Unnnh, shit, Cleo,” Leaning back against the counter for balance, he nearly knocked over his iPhone in the process. Jerkily groping for the device, he picked it up, glanced between his Home Screen and Cleo’s bobbing head, and a naughty idea came to him. Tapping his thumb on the screen to find the camera, he couldn’t hold back his moan when her image materialized through the lens, making his dick disappear in her hot mouth like a magician.

"Smile for the camera, baby, I wanna remember this..." he said.

Her big brown eyes fluttered in his direction, and he tapped the button, the snap sound capturing the image of her pouty lips sealed tight around his dick forever. He firmly gripped the back of her head, struggling to take the picture three more times as she sucked him deeper and harder.

"You can just record it," she pulled him out to say.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “For real?”

“Yeah. Have something to remember me by when you’re away from me.”

This was new. Sure, they’d exchanged dozens of nude selfies and some raunchy solo videos, but they were yet to put any of their sexscapades on film. His train of thought evaporated when a thick string of spit fell from her lips onto his milky brown length. His vision blurred as she then swallowed him up in one go, her sucking more audible from the gathering saliva, her hands twisting determinedly around his erection. As best as he could, he hurried to select the video setting on his phone and hit Record, his fingers digging into her scalp as the vibrations from her moans almost had his knees buckling.

“Aw man, that mouth is fuckin' goated, princess,” he encouraged, raising his phone higher to get a better shot of her working him. He loved it when she got into it like this, so nasty and with so much passion and concentration. “This what you been waitin’ for all night, huh? This big dick deep down your throat?” he taunted.

Cleo blinked up at him with her long lashes, her naughty smile stretched by his girth. He looked so hot, bare-chested, staring down at her with his hair falling over his face. She could tell he was close already, the veins in his dick seemed to spring to life and thicken in her hand. With every suck, she made sure to moan around his big beautiful cock and let her tongue slurp all over it for extra stimulation. Her goal was to drain him, to wring him dry and make him lose his sanity.

But not just yet.

Abruptly, she pulled away, sliding him out of her mouth with an audible pop as she said, “Okay, my feet hurt, I ain’t Megan Thee Stallion.” She raised her arms, gesturing for him to pull her back up.

Roman fought back a whine as his cock twitched pitifully from the sudden absence of her oral attention. Her annoyingly sexy smirk told him she was screwing with him again like she liked to, but he kept it to himself, inwardly promising to get his lick back. With shaking hands, he stopped filming and helped her stand up, watching her wobble a little in her high heels.

Her lilac-colored nails wrapped around the neck of the Cristal bottle as she picked it up for a sip, and poked out her tongue to let the drink drip from it. It was bait, and Roman seized it with a needy growl, lapping up the alcohol with his tongue and making a messy transfer from her mouth onto his. God, he had the tastiest kisses, even coupled with the bittersweet flavor of champagne. When he pawed at the obscenely low neckline of her dress and his mouth latched on to her hardened, bare nipple, her heart thrummed excitedly in her chest as that familiar feeling of desire bloomed within her.

“This dress is sexy as fuck, princess, but I want it off,” he demanded.

“You can take it off me, Daddy. Let’s go to the bathroom first. And bring your phone with you.” She took him by the hand and led him like a little boy across the large suite. Roman’s mouth watered as he watched her curvy hips sway from side to side as she walked. The things this girl did to him. It’s been a long time since he felt this way about any woman, since he’d been this happy and excited to be with someone. Initially, he felt like a dirty old man taking advantage of the beautiful, bright-eyed young starlet. But that reasoning was short-lived as Cleopatra proved from the jump to be more mature, more well-rounded and more in control than she liked to let on. He liked that a lot about his princess.

The backlit mirror in the fancy bathroom stretched over two sinks, the perfect backdrop for the sinfulness that was about to transpire. With a sultry smile, Cleo bent over one sink and pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her black g-string nestled between her bountiful round globes. Using two fingers, she parted her folds and circled them gently over her labia, never taking her eyes off her big bad lover man, his phone recording her every move even though his eyes were glued to her soaking wet folds. With her slippery fingers, she rubbed her pussy before bringing them to her mouth to suck them like a pacifier, her moan low and sultry from her own taste.

"Mmm. Come closer, Daddy, I want you," she purred.

As he did, she took his phone and propped it up against the mirror in front of her, leaving the video running. His hulking form towered over her, his body molded into hers, his aching erection straining against her backside. His tongue darted out between his lips as his hands roamed her body. His expansive paws caressed her curves and the fleshy mounds of her ass, his thumb brushing over the phoenix tattoo just above her right buttock. Cleo loved that this Adonis of a man never seemed able to keep his hands off of her. Having done some work on her body, naturally and surgically, she hoped the change would take her places. Never did she think that said place would be in the arms of the face of the WWE. Her career progression, along with his constant attention, was validation that her investment was paying off.

"Look at the camera while I eat this pussy, baby," he instructed. He had the bottle of Cristal in his other hand, and he turned it over and poured the liquid all over her ass, drenching her already damp panties. She watched as he disappeared behind her, and a hiss slipped from her lips as she felt his mouth on her ass, kissing and biting softly. The feel of his long fingers squeezing her cheeks as he licked the champagne off her skin was incredible. He rolled her panties down to meet her stilettos and ran his hands up and down her smooth, toned legs, widening them to expose her wet, glistening pussy from behind. Her stomach fluttered and her loins clenched as he left a trail of big, wet kisses on her inner thighs.

"Your pussy is so pretty, baby girl. Just like you."

He started suckling her folds, using that godly tongue of his to split them apart and lap at her opening. The faster and deeper he moved his tongue, the louder Cleo moaned, all while doing her best to focus on the camera like he wanted. Fuck, his lips were so soft, his tongue warm and fat and heavenly as they worked together to devour her aching cunt.

The Tribal Chief reached around her front, slipping one hand between her thighs. Ignoring the throbbing of his cock reacting to her throaty moans, he pushed his middle fingers inside of her and pumped, reveling in the panting, whimpering mess he'd turned her into. She reached behind her to grab the back of his head, only for him to shove her hand away and slap her ass in warning. Cleo groaned loudly as his finger plunged deeper, nudging that sweet little spot that made her eyes roll back as the pressure built and built. She braced her hands on the sink and rode his face and fingers, grinding her hips until she couldn't anymore. She howled her pleasure as the orgasm quickly overtook her and she came in his mouth and all over his thick beard. The sensation so overwhelming that her legs nearly gave out where she stood.

"I need you to come like that on my dick," Roman murmured as he rose to his feet. Ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, he wrapped a steadying arm around her before guiding her face to his. She moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue, swiveling nastily with hers, devouring each other as though only the other could quench their thirst.

"I can't get enough of you, Cleopatra. Every time I think I'm satisfied, the hunger comes back stronger." He burrowed his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting her flowery scent fill his lungs. "Everything about you makes me so hard. I need you, baby girl."

His voice and his words caressed her heated skin with the same devastating effect as his hands on her. Suddenly, her dress was too tight, too constricting, prompting her to pull it over her head with his help and throw it somewhere far away. She gasped as he immediately reached for her breasts, rolling their softness in his callused palms. Her gaze flickered from the mirror to the camera and back, catching his eye as he winked slyly at her.

She yelped a little as he smacked her hard on her behind, once on each cheek. His hand print seemingly seared into her ass, but she didn't dare say a word. As she waited for his next move, he stepped back, though she could still feel the mass of his thighs warming her backside. Suddenly, she heard the frantic, sticky sound of his hand jerking his dick. She almost melted at his expression through the mirror, his eyes clouded over, his beard glistening with her cum, his lips parted as he pleasured himself right in front of her, holding out on her. As "Sativa" played in the background, Cleo began to throb and pulsate, the anticipation getting her wetter by the second. The fact that he was making her wait sent her hormones into overdrive. Her honey dripped, rolling down her thighs.

When he was done, Roman grabbed the phone and held it right above her backside. His free hand rubbed all over her round ass before he grabbed his dick and spanked it on her ass, feeling harder and bigger than before on her skin. Reaching behind her, Cleo pulled her ass cheeks apart to help him sink inside her with one long thrust. He stroked inside her at a moderate pace, relishing in her sweet cream already streaking his dick. The mirror gave them the perfect view and eye contact. They could see each other's faces when their expressions changed, feel the shudder of their bodies when they moved and when they moaned with pleasure. Damn, what a beautiful sight, all captured on camera for their viewing pleasure.

"Ya know what? Throw that ass back for Daddy," Roman spoke roughly, his large hand clutching her waist and slowly rocking her back and forth on his cock, "This fat, sexy chocolate ass...fuck my dick with it..."

Planting her hands on the marble surface to steady herself, Cleo bit down on her lip as pushed back against him, pausing every couple of seconds to grind on him because he liked it when she did that. More heat bloomed within her loins at the satisfied groans falling from his lips, as he brought his hand down on her ass yet again. Moaning softly, she bounced faster against him, her pussy gripping him tight with each slide inside her. He felt so good, made her feel so full and so ready to explode again as her walls massaged his girth.

"Like that, baby? You want it like that, my Tribal Chief?" she spoke breathlessly, "That dick feels so good Daddy...Oooh sh-"

Roman had grabbed her left leg and lifted it onto the sink, opening her pussy up to him. He held her down and pounded her hard from behind with drunken, reckless abandon. It did something to his brain when Cleo idolized him with all these pet names; Daddy, baby, Tribal Chief; it boosted his ego and made his dick harder knowing that he was indeed in God mode. As her reward, he delivered heavy, grinding strokes right up against her g-spot that intensified her cries and had her gripping the marble surface for dear life.

"Talk to me, baby, tell me where I'm at?" he said, angling the camera to view her flushed face.

"In my stomach." She could barely speak or think straight or even stay upright, weakened from the mindblowing pleasure surging through her. She lay slumped on the sink, her eyes closed, her kiss-swollen lips parted as she enjoyed him inside her. He knew he was hitting her spot whenever her long eyelashes fluttered and her heavy breaths actually stopped for a couple of seconds, her mouth open in a silent cry. His hand then wound around her throat, yanking her body up from the sink and against him with her back to his chest. Twisting her chin towards him, he covered her mouth with a hot, sloppy kiss, coaxing her moans out of her throat and into his. Blindly putting the phone back down, his hips accelerated, drilling her pussy with added force, their slapping wet skin reverberating around the bathroom. His fingers slipped south to strum her clit, making her body tremble, on the verge of complete collapse as each wave of ecstasy grew more incredible than the last.

"D-Daddy...Roman, fuuuuck!" she stuttered, clawing helplessly at his arm around her neck, trapped between the hard surface and his hard strong grip, unable to do anything but endure the dizzying tandem offence of his cock and his hand inside her.

"I can feel you, baby, you 'bout to come, ain't cha?" he asked, a husky groan slipping from his lips as her pussy tightened around him. "Unnnh god, you feel so good. Come for me babe, I want your cum all over my dick."

Cleo's moans dissolved into broken whines as he kept pummeling into her, nudging her closer to the edge until there was no room left and she toppled over headfirst. Her body jerked once, freezing and then shaking as liquid gushed out of her and all over his and her thighs. The ecstasy was blinding, numbing with its sheer intensity. "Shiiiit!" she cried out.

"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Roman chuckled, letting her leg down and smacking her ass before spinning her around and lifting her to sit on the sink. His burly arms hooked beneath her knees, dragging her to the edge with his pelvis wedged against her clit. "Legs up, baby girl. Take the camera and watch Daddy fuck his pussy," he ordered.

Cleo licked her lips as she grabbed his phone, staring into the camera with unfocused eyes for a moment before directing it downwards to their naked, sweat-slick bodies. The Tribal Chief shuddered at the contrast of her pretty pink pussy against her russet skin. So fucking sexy. He rubbed his dick left and right like a windshield wiper over the fat, puffy pussy lips before patting her clit with it. "I'ma go nice and slow this time so you can feel all of me," he told her, groaning out loud as he slid in.

Chills ran down her spine as his magic dick stroked her right there, that lower sensitive part of her pussy that made potential orgasms creep in faster than usual. Roman knew exactly where that spot was, and he focused the pressure of his dick there, never stopping his onslaught.

"Shit...fuck that pussy, Daddy, fuck me, oooh yeahhh..." Cleo moaned, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of his dick beating her pussy up, testing the stretch of her walls. It felt so good that her grasp on his phone began to falter. Roman noticed, and he took it from her, extending his arm so that the camera caught the entirety of both their bodies, showing off his messy dick pumping in and out of her creamy pussy.

"Look at us, princess, look how good you take Daddy's big dick. Fuckin' beautiful," he said. She followed his gaze into the camera, honing in on his trademark smoldering lip curl that she always found so hot. Her pussy agreed, leaking just a little bit more for his benefit and hers.

With her arms braced behind her, her legs spread wide and looking right into the camera lens, Cleo watched her lover go to town on her, his dick finding the bottom of her pussy. His strong, toned hips bounced off hers, his increasingly ravenous strokes causing her walls to pulse around his girth. Searching desperately for something else to grab onto, she clutched the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down hard on hers. A clattering noise sounded, and she felt both his hands curl around her throat as he nipped at her lips, his tongue tangling with hers. When he pulled back, the light in his eyes was gone, completely blown with lust and need, and Cleo couldn't help but smile with pride. A warm thrill always rushed through her to see him like this; this huge, powerful, unflappable man losing all composure and control and losing himself in her and in the pleasure she was giving him. It was the biggest ego boost, probably a bigger achievement than anything she'd done in the ring, to know that no one else did this to him or made him feel like this.

Their foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air while he rocked into her, his dick sliding in deeper with each roll of his hips. His phone lay unattended next to them, having dropped it in the heat of passion. Even as her climax loomed, Cleo still had the wherewithal to prop the phone back up against the wall facing them, not wanting to miss the money shot of their coupling.

"I'm 'bout to come, baby," Roman rasped, his movements intensifying.

"Me too, come in my pussy Daddy, come in me," she whimpered, her belly warming with the molten heat of an impending explosion.

Her breathless mewls propelled the snapping of his hips, his growls more uninhibited and desperate as he held her legs tighter and fucked her like an animal. Her head banged back against the mirror and her body arched into his with a keening cry, her nails digging into his biceps as her arousal crescendoed and splintered her into a hundred pieces. It felt like the music was playing directly in her brain from how hard she was coming.

"Yeah, come all over me, fuck, Cleo, I love this pussy so much. Daddy 'bout to come so hard for you, ah, mmmhhh..."

The jolt of his big frame and the thick grunt that followed gave him away. His thrusts stopped, and he held himself still inside of her, his head thrown back while he came inside the warm tunnel of her pussy, making the sexiest noises as he lost himself to unbridled pleasure. Cleo moaned with him as her body jerked from the force of his pulsing cock filling her up with his seed. She grinned lazily into the lens knowing that the entire scene was captured perfectly. As he crumpled in her arms, she left a string of kisses along his cheek and his neck, holding him close in a sudden desperate need to crawl into his skin as they descended from the incredible high together.

After the world had quieted and the room had stopped spinning, he straightened his back, kissing her before he pulled his dick out, watching his cum ooze from her pussy. She reached down to spread her pussy lips open while he picked up his phone again to get a closeup of the creampie that he created.

"Feed me our cum, Daddy," Cleo begged with her soft spoken voice. She watched as he swiped two fingers inside her and held up their joined fluids to her lips. Her mouth eagerly weaved around the digits, sucking and licking up their cum juices thoroughly, making him moan at the sexy visual.

"I've trained you well, my baby girl. You like this freaky shit just as much as I do," he teased, kissing her again as his arms wrapped around her waist. This was probably the part Cleo liked the best; the quiet after the storm, the cuddles and sweet butterfly kisses; basking in the afterglow as her love for him continued to blossom and deepen.

"You okay?" he asked, massaging her back in soothing circles as he looked at her.

"Mmm-hmm," she sighed blissfully in response.

"Mmm, that shit was fire, baby. Damn. I know that video is gonna be a masterpiece when we look back at it."

Cleo giggled in agreement, cradling his face in her hands and smoothing her thumbs over his beard, watching him visibly relax from her delicate touch. "Send it to me. I plan on having a lot of fun with it when you're not around."

"Dirty girl," he replied playfully with another sweet kiss, leaning down to help her take off her shoes. "Speaking of, what's TV like for you on Friday? It's the run-in angle from Damage Ctrl, right?"

"Yep. I'm off all through next week to sell the beatdown. Why?"

"Perfect. I'm at my place in Palm Springs for a week. Come meet me there after the show. I'll send you your flight details. Gabriel will take you to the airport and I'll come get you when you touch down. Bring a couple of bikinis and dinner dresses. You need some money for those, babe?"

Shaking her head no, she smiled the sweetest smile and hugged him. He spoiled her so much. She still had to pinch herself sometimes that this was her life. "You take such good care of me, Daddy. I lo-...I appreciate you."

If he caught the near slip-up, he didn't show it. "I appreciate you too. You should know by now that I love spending my money on you and taking care of you. So your fine ass better get used to it if you ain't."

Get used to it. She couldn't help but let her imagination run amuck at those words. Was it possible that he saw something more concrete between them? After all, they pretty much acted like boyfriend and girlfriend and most of the roster knew they were a thing. Deep down she longed for confirmation, but she also didn't want to ruin their great dynamic by overcomplicating it with an "official" label.

"Question. That video is in safe hands, right?" she changed the subject, making Roman snicker at the tinge of trepidation in her voice.

"Relax. The security on my phone is double-cheeked up," he insisted.

"You sure? Cuz I'mma smash your phone to pieces if I have to," she warned. "My folks will kill me if that video ever leaked."

Her cute little threat had him chuckling. She was so adorable. "Easy, tiger. It's safe, for mine and your eyes only. I'd never do anything to embarrass my baby girl." He stroked her chin gently, his eyes soft and filled with a warm, tingling emotion that brewed inside him only for this beautiful, exciting woman and seemed to grow stronger every day. He knew what it was, and he secretly prayed that it was not one-sided.

Their lips met once more in a gentle, sensual kiss that neither of them wanted to end. The disappointment sinking inside Cleo when he pulled away quickly vanished as he picked her up and carried her towards the shower. Again, she let him take her wherever the hell he wanted to. As long as she got to be with her Daddy, it didn't matter where they went. Sooner or later, with the right timing and persuasion, she would finally gather the courage to tell him she was in love with him.

THE END

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Saints and Sinners

Summary: The yearly Halloween rendezvous with your long-term no-strings lover Joel Miller is set to be shaken up when he invites a third- Javi Peña- to your hotel room.

No-outbreak AU | Joel Miller and Javi Peña existing in the same universe AU

Pairings: Javier Peña x f!reader x Joel Miller

Word Count: 5.7k (whoops)

Warnings below the cut | 18+ Only

Content Warnings: MATURE 18+ Disrespect of religion including the Cross. No real physical description of reader other than female anatomy and she can be lifted by or sit on top of both males. Alcohol consumption, sex whilst under the influence, oral both m and f receiving, facesitting, facefucking, unprotected sex with a stranger, consensual voyeurism and exhibitionism, facial, spitting, degradation, pet names, anal play, MMF threesome, a suggestion of but not actual infidelity, discussion of age gap between the sexual partners.

A/N: Hey homies, I’ve come out of retirement for one day only for halloween (It’s also my birthday) this started off just something hot but accidentally turned fluffy and deep towards the end. Consider that my birthday gift to myself. I hope you enjoy!

You analyse your appearance in the mirror for what might be the hundredth time, straightening the garish crystal-covered cross that hangs on a delicate chain from your neck. The base of it just slightly tucks into the cleavage that is spilling from the top of the satin black mini dress. A few strands of hair peak out from the matching black covering on your head, framing your face perfectly. Sexy nun. What a great Halloween costume. Offensive? Probably. But hot? Definitely.

Joel had texted you a few hours previously with the room number for your usual luxury downtown hotel. 308. Surprise inside. The message had read. A man of few words was Joel Miller, but you didn’t mind. Your annual meeting didn’t need much introduction.

You checked the time on your phone and realised you were in a rush. Your scheduled Uber, the chariot that would deliver you to Joel, would be there in half an hour. You quickly grabbed your bottle of wine, still only half finished, and poured yourself another large glass. After all this time, the nervous butterflies that gathered in your stomach prior to seeing him should have faded, but on the contrary, they seem more powerful each passing year.

By the time you had finished off the bottle you were rushing to cover yourself with a long black coat and put your heels on to head out the door. The nerves had barely subsided and the alcohol only served to hinder your balance as you hurried to the car.

You arrived at the hotel, which you hadn’t visited since this time last year. It was a looming black structure that stood out against the rest of the buildings on the street. Once inside the lobby, it was like you were in another dimension altogether. It was dimly lit and strongly scented with candles and diffusers. It was soundproofed well, to the extent that you would never know you had just stepped off of a busy city street. It was familiar and yet mysterious every time you visited. It certainly wasn’t the sleazy motel you would imagine to typically be used for you and Joel’s purposes. You didn’t know how often other people typically visited hotels. They are usually a place of passing. So, after visiting on the same weekend every year for five years, you felt like perhaps you were a regular.

You spoke to the man at the desk who welcomed you with warm eyes and a kind smile. It was the kind of place where the staff always made you feel important. He handed you a wallet made of thick black card with the hotels gold logo embossed on the front.

“The keycard is just inside. Take the elevator to the third floor and you’ll find 8 on your right.” He says. “And I’m here all night, should you need anything at all.”

“Thank you.” You say, and proceed nervously to the elevator. The hand holding the wallet is actually shaking. Pull it together.

The elevator ride to the third floor is over quicker than you would have liked, and suddenly you are stepping out into a dim corridor. The same thick scent that fills the lobby also lingers here. Deep and musky, like oud, and yet fresh at the same time. The whole thing is a sensory experience.

You turn to find 308 and take deep breaths with each stride. You’re about to see him again. With each year that passes, you always worry things will have changed, and yet they never do. He is always the same Joel, the same scent, the same strong frame, the same quirks in his speech. He is something entirely familiar to you, just as you are to him. Two halves of a pair entirely in tune with one another, able to predict each others every word, every movement. He is the one constant you can always rely on. You just know him.

But when you insert the keycard and let yourself into the room, you are staring into the face of someone entirely unfamiliar.

“Uhh- I-“ You began to stutter. There must have been some mistake, but you don’t know what to say. ‘I’m sorry, I think uh- I-”

“Don’t worry.” He said with a smooth Texan accent. “You’re in the right place. You’re Joel’s girl, right?”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion as you try to piece it together. The question, asked with such casualness as though he already knew it to be true, was so complicated that you could barely wrap your head round it. You weren’t Joel’s girl, not even close. Why did he think that? How does he know Joel?

Once you looked at him properly, you realised that whilst he was younger, this stranger, his resemblance to Joel other than that was striking. He looked more like him than his own brother. The same hooked nose and serious brow bone, but his hair was shorter and straighter, dark brown not yet peppered with grey like Joel’s. And unlike Joel’s scruff of stubble, this man was clean shaven except for a thick moustache.

So this was the surprise. You realised. Where the hell did he find this guy?

“What is this?” You ask. It came out harsher than you expected and you cringed at yourself for being so rude. But this was not part of the arrangement, and you hadn’t prepared yourself. The butterflies in your stomach swelled painfully.

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” He said. “Some kind of Halloween treat I guess.”

“Is it? Seems like more of a trick to me.”

The man chuckled, unphased by your comment. Whatever this was, well, you had a pretty good guess, and whilst you weren’t against it in theory, you were pissed Joel had pulled something like this. But he always had to change the rules and shock you. It was just part of his addictive game.

The man rose from the comfortable chair in which he had been slouched, thighs wide, manspreading and confidently exposing a bulging package inside his tight jeans. He reached for a bucket containing an expensive champagne, popped it open without any fuss and poured two large flutes full. He held one out for you and you took a tentative step towards him.

“I don’t bite.” He said, flashing a toothy grin that made you doubt his statement.

You took it from him anyway, your hand brushing against his large warm one as you clutched the stem. You took a sip and the warm bubbles floated down your chest and into your stomach, heat radiating where it mixed with the white wine from earlier.

Damn this whole situation, you think, and yet you can’t fool yourself into thinking you won’t do exactly what Joel intended you to do with this guy. When he calls, you answer. When he gives, you take. And when he tricks you into meeting a handsome stranger and screwing him, for whatever reason, you oblige just so.

“So, um…”

“Javi.”

“So, Javi.” You say. “What are you supposed to be dressed as?”

“Uhhh…” He hums as if he hadn’t really thought about it. “A cop.” He says eventually.

“Then where’s your uniform?” You challenge.

“Undercover cop I guess.” He shrugs, smirk plastered on his face. “You on the other hand. You went all out, huh?”

“Oh, this old thing?” You say, running your hand up your side from the hem of the dress to your cleavage, which you lean towards him for a better view.

His tongue flicks out across his lower lip. You giggle and lean back to where you had been sitting before, but he reaches an arm out to wrap around your waist and pull you a little closer towards him.

“How do you know him?” You ask. You don’t want to pry, but if you’re going to let him fuck you, you want at least a few details.

“Uhh…” His responses don’t come easily to any of your questions, as if he is consistently just thinking up answers before offering them. “We met at poker.”

“I didn’t know he gambled.” You say.

Javi looks at you with a quizzical expression, like it was obvious. Like Joel and gambling are synonymous and it wouldn’t make sense not to immediately associate them. It stings for some reason.

“Right.” He says, expression still twisted. “So not his girl then, I guess. Then how do you know him.”

But you hum too while you think of your answer, and so you give Javi some slack for his own hesitation.

“Old friends.” You say simply, giving nothing away. “How did this come about though?”

He laughs a little, ducking his head as if unsure whether to be honest. “A bet.”

“A bet?” Your eyes widen and you respond in shock. You’re rightfully offended by the insinuation, but it doesn’t make you angry. If anything, it sends another aching sensation between your legs. “He- He bet me? You won a bet for me?”

He laughs at that, a proper laugh, like the suggestion itself was downright ridiculous, although you are unsure why. You had considered it a pretty sound conclusion. “Actually, no.” He explains. “It was Joel who won the bet.”

Your eyebrows are drawn together in thought and he smirks as he watches you piece what you can together.

“So…” You say, unsure what to think of it all. “So he really wants us to do this?”

“I guess so.” He says, finishing off his champagne. Yours is empty too and he takes the glass from you, heading back to the desk to find the rest of the bottle. “You want another?” He asks.

You shake your head no and he comes and sits down next to you on the bed again.

“Is he… Is he coming? I mean are we supposed to wait or- or- do we have t-“

He cuts you off and puts a comforting hand on your thigh. “Hey, there is no ‘have to’. Whatever you like. I’m a man of the law, darlin’. I won’t make you.” He pauses just for a beat. “Unless that’s what you’re into.”

You flush at the insinuation, looking away from him. Damn your bashful complexion. Damn Joel for this twisted trick. Damn this handsome dude for making it impossible not to throw yourself into his lap and kiss him.

He responds to you immediately, his hands wasting no time feigning respectfulness before attaching to your ass and groping you through the tightly stretched fabric.

You grind into him as he deepens the kiss, one hand leaving your ass to come round and grip your jaw. The thick denim of his jeans stimulates you through the thin barrier of your underwear.

“Dirty girl.” He says as you speed up your movements, grinding yourself against his growing bulge deliberately to pleasure yourself. “That outfit just pretend or somethin’? Where’d ya learn to do that?”

You don’t speak back and you focus on unbuttoning his shirt instead, not breaking the kiss as you work at the buttons. The alcohol has affected your dexterity and eventually he pulls back and starts undoing them himself. You reach for his belt instead, unclasping it and then pulling down the zip on his jeans.

By then his shirt is off, and you take in the wide expanse of honey skin. He is slimmer than Joel, but still built strong. Lean and toned muscle take the place of Joel’s, which are hardened by life but softened by age. It’s not just the resemblance that had you comparing the two. You compared every lover to Joel. Eventually you just had to stop sleeping with anyone else, because no one measured up. There was simply before Joel, and after Joel. And after Joel, well… nothing else would suffice. Apart from this handsome stranger nominated by Joel personally. That, you were willing to try.

You fumble clumsily with his jeans until he takes over that, too. He grinds his palm into the hard bulge as he does so. You smirk a little when the trail of hair that is peeking out is revealed further, showing he isn’t wearing underwear.

He pushes them down his legs, not bothering to remove them fully, lays backwards, and then his hands are grabbing at your sides and pulling you up further so you are sitting on his stomach.

“You’re just something else, ain’t ya?” He says, his voice thick with desire for you.

You flush and he starts to take apart your costume, removing the head piece and uncovering your hair which remains perfect underneath. Then, he reaches behind you and unzips the dress, his touch gentle but still urgent, fuelled by desire. You raise your arms to let him slide it over your head, exposing your bare chest, and his hands immediately move to cup your breasts, kneading gently and toying with your nipples with his thumbs.

“Look at you…” He coos.

You basked in his attention. He was softer than Joel. Sweeter. Then you scolded yourself for comparing them and tried to enjoy the moment, leaning down to kiss him.

He pushed you away. “Uhuh.”

You frown, but he is quickly grabbing your thighs and pulling you further up his chest towards his face. You let him guide you until you are hovering over him, his mouth kissing at you through your lace underwear.

You let out a desperate sigh and you feel him smirk under you. He presses another few kisses before opening his mouth and dragging his tongue up and down your underwear.

You feel yourself shaking a little already, and you put effort into breathing deeply to avoid pathetically moaning so soon.

You gasp as Javi brings his hand up to your underwear, pulling it aside so his tongue has access to your wet core.

As soon as his tongue connects, he lets out a groan. Your knees shake and whilst you had been trying to hover slightly before, you end up fully sitting on his face. This encourages him even more, sloppily eating you out, his nose brushing your clit. He licks, sucks, and kisses each spot perfectly. His moustache tickles a little and you realise you have never slept with a dude with one before.

“Oh, god-“ You gasp, cutting yourself off with a loud moan. “Javiii-“

He moans into you as he eats you out hungrily, sending vibrations around your aching core.

“Fuck-“ You say. You rip yourself out of his grasp and shuffle down his body where his cock stands, hard and throbbing. You had to stop him before you came all over his face. Joel wouldn’t have appreciated that.

You glide your dripping cunt up and down his shaft, wetting it before rising up on your knees and taking it gently in your hand. You sink down onto it and watch his expression. He grits his teeth in pleasure.

You let it fill you for a moment, not moving while you adjust to his length. He has less girth than Joel, but not much. His length is equal, hitting a spot deep inside you as you gently rock back and forth. Once you are prepared, you start to move, slowly at first, but with gradually increasing pace and force.

Using your hands to help you balance, you start to bounce in a quick rhythm up and down his length. Your tits jiggle in his face, the cross hitting against his lips. He takes it between his teeth and you giggle, your hole fluttering and pulsing as you do so. This causes him to spit it out, his mouth opening in a sensual moan.

“Fuck, baby, you ride this cock so damn good-“ He pants, hands grabbing at your ass greedily, spreading your cheeks and helping you with your momentum as you bounce on his length shamelessly. The praise encourages you to keep trying hard to please him.

Your moans are desperate as you keep going, your head thrown back and your mouth open. Your eyes roll pornographically. When you eventually summon the strength to open them and look down at him, you see him transfixed on you.

“Yeah, yeah just like that.” He grunts, “Fucking ride that dick, baby, yeah. Oh yeah just like that”

You are too wrapped up in the sensations, the sounds, of you and Javi, that you don’t notice the door opening. It’s heavy footsteps on the lush carpet that break you out of your trance. You whip your head round, the motion of your hips not faltering, as you make eye contact with him. Joel. At last.

He smiles a dark smile, his eyes wide as he takes in the scene before him. You realise how depraved it must all be from his perspective, the bejewelled Cross sticking to your tits with sweat as you bounce on this stranger’s cock.

“Don’t be rude, baby.” Are the first words out of his mouth. “Keep your eyes on what you’re doing.”

You break away from looking at him reluctantly, focussing your attention back on Javi, whose head is thrown back into the pillows, mouth falling open and eyes now closed in pleasure. You see sweat glistening on his throat and something urges you to lean down and lick a wide stripe up it, the salty taste beautiful on your tongue.

You try to pay attention to Javi and not let yourself get distracted by Joel’s movements. You hear the splash of liquid into a glass and realise you had observed his favourite whiskey earlier, right next to the champagne bucket. The signs of him had been all over the room already and you hadn’t noticed.

You continue to chase your pleasure, the alcohol supplying you with a rare confidence that left you able to perform for both men with little shame. You slow down your movements, feeling Javi deep inside you and grinding your clit against the dark curls at the base of him. Your moans become louder as you do so, rubbing against him rhythmically until you feel the tension of an orgasm building.

“I’m gonna cum.” You gasp, your voice strained.

“No you’re not.” Says the voice from behind you.

Javi’s eyes are open again, watching you, taking in every expression on your face. He smirks at Joel’s words and grips your thighs, preventing you from moving.

“Please-“ You gasp, unsure which of the two men you are pleading with. Your hips jerk involuntarily to chase the same sensation you had been creating previously but Javi keeps a firm grip on you.

“No. You’re going to step being selfish and ride him like a good girl.” Joel instructs. “And you’re gonna hold it. The only cock you’ll come on will be mine.”

You whimper pathetically, turning your head to look at Joel, who is sitting in the armchair I the corner of the room with a perfect view of the bed, hopeful that your wrecked expression might make him take pity on you.

“What did I tell you about manners already?” He scolds, unmoved by you. “Don’t look at me. Look at him.”

When you do, you find Javi’s expression is amused. He doesn’t add to the exchange, simply observing you and Joel’s dynamic, listening as the other man bends you to his will so easily.

You brace your hands on his chest once again and try to follow Joel’s instruction, abandoning the pleasure you had been giving yourself by grinding on his cock and going back to bouncing on it. You can’t find your rhythm and Javi helps you, thrusting his hips upwards into you.

Joel tuts disapprovingly as he watches, taunting, “You’ve forgotten how to ride a cock properly, huh? Need a lesson?”

You whine in frustration and embarrassment, giving up on your own movements and letting Javi control the pace from under you, rutting up into you with enough force that you still need to grasp at his chest to keep your balance. Your tits align with his face and he reaches up with his mouth to suck at one of your nipples.

You hear Joel moving and before you can wonder what he is doing, there are hands on you. His large palms wrap around your waist from behind, holding you tightly. Javi stops moving and Joel starts to control you, lifting you up and dropping you down harshly onto Javi’s cock. You let out a high pitched moan, to Joel’s displeasure.

“Be quiet.” He says. “This isn’t for you.”

He does it repeatedly, forcing you up and down again and again until you lose all control of your upper body, collapsing back into Joel’s wide frame. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, and then Javi helps you by reaching up and sticking a thumb into your mouth. You suck it obediently and you hear him curse under his breath.

“You gonna show him what else your mouth can do, baby?” Joel growls into your ear.

You nod eagerly and Joel lifts you off of Javi. You whimper, the sensation of being empty is unpleasant. Joel laughs darkly.

“Greedy little cunt.” He says. “Doesn’t wanna go a second without being filled up, huh?”

You ignore his teasing and get onto all fours, crawling between Javi’s legs, knowing that simultaneously, you are giving Joel the perfect view of your wet pussy. But he doesn’t touch you again and you hear his footsteps moving away from the bed. You are disappointed but after being chastised twice for looking at him, you manage to resist that urge and focus on Javi’s cock.

You start with just licking, gathering up the taste of your own juices from his shaft. You moan lightly and feel your pussy throb.

“Such a tease.” Javi says, tangling one hand into your hair. The other tucks behind his own head as he lounges back in the luxurious bedding, the image of nonchalance.

His comment doesn’t stop you, though. This is your style. You lick the tip, swirling round it with your tongue. He chases your mouth with a thrust of his hips but you pull your head back at the same time, stopping him from controlling the pace. He growls in displeasure but you choose to maintain the little semblance of control for a while longer. You replace your tongue with a hand, wrapping it around him and letting your mouth travel lower, teasing his balls with light kitten licks. He groans and you take one into your mouth fully, sucking lightly.

“Jesus-“ He sighs, bucking his hips up again involuntarily. You continue for a moment, swirling your tongue around it as it fills your mouth before releasing it with a pop and swapping the position of your mouth and hands once again.

Your hands massage his balls lightly and you finally take the head of his cock into your mouth. You lower your head slowly, very slowly, until it’s halfway in and hits the back of your throat, before rising off of it again just as slowly. He’s more patient than Joel, who would have put a stop to this much before now.

You do it again, your speed increasing only incrementally. He twitches inside your mouth and you feel his fingers gripping your hair tighter in a sign of his impatience. Soon, the game is up, and he starts forcing your head up and down urgently. You gag and splutter all over his cock but he doesn’t slow down. You are so wrapped up in it, that it takes you a while to register a weight on the bed behind you, until eventually, your attention is grabbed by a hard cock gliding up and down your wet seam.

You moan around Javi’s cock which leads him to relent in his pace a little, choosing to savour the feeling instead.

“Now you remember what I told you.” Joel says. “Don’t take your eyes off him.”

You can’t respond other than to try and nod which leads the tip of Javi’s cock to prod forcefully into the back of your throat. You gag again and feel your hole convulse, Joel grits his teeth.

He presses the tip into you slowly and within just an inch, you are so full. Full of Javi in your mouth and full of Joel now, too. You moan as he pushes further and further in, your sweet sounds sending vibrations around Javi’s cock that have him cursing incessantly.

Joel’s hands reach to take both of your hips and as soon as he has sheathed himself fully, he is pulling out again and setting an aggressive pace. This is his favourite position and you imagine it is only enhanced for him, as it is for you, by seeing your mouth all filled up too, rendering you incapable of speech, locked in place between the two men.

He hammers into you and you lose control, the blowjob becoming messier, spit dribbling all down Javi’s cock so that it is sliding in and out of your throat with little resistance. Neither of them limit the harshness of their actions, Joel pounding into your cunt and Javi into your throat. The sensation is unlike anything you have ever felt. You don’t think you can get any fuller until you feel Joel’s wet thumb prodding at your ass.

You cry out as he slips it inside you. He groans, low and satisfied. “You like that baby, huh? You like us taking up every single one of your slutty holes? Filthy whore that you are. Jesus-“

You moan at his words and Javi starts to twitch inside your mouth. He pulls your mouth off of him suddenly, not wanting to finish yet. You lower your head turning your cheek so that it rests on his thigh, your back arching in an extreme fashion. He just watches, rubbing himself gently as Joel continues to abuse both of your holes from behind.

Then eventually he pushes you off of him and moves, your eyes are closed but Joel watches what he is doing as he gets off the bed and stands at its edge, pumping his cock in his hand. Joel manoeuvres you so you are facing Javi again.

“Can I come in her mouth?” Javi asks Joel.

Joel lets out a mean laugh. “You don’t have to ask that, man. What else is a whore’s mouth good for?”

You whimper, your cunt throbbing and pulsing around Joel, unbelievably turned on by hearing them talk about you, not to you, like you aren’t even the third participant in this event.

Javi rubs his cock over your face, your cheeks, slapping at your chin with it. Just because he can. Your mouth falls open and he feeds the tip to you slowly, giving you a false sense of security before roughly slamming in the rest of the length. It forces you backwards, impaling you harder on Joel’s cock and the now two fingers which are exploring your asshole.

You feel as though you are the rope in some sick game of tug of war, the way the two of them pass you back and forth between them. Eventually you can’t even separate the sensations both men are giving you and you are left weak and boneless, just moving with the hammering tide that pulls you in and pushes you away again and again.

It’s Javi’s pace that falters first, moans and expletives escaping from his lips until his salty hot load fills your mouth. He half pulls out and spills the remainder over your cheeks and nose. It drips all over your face and he holds you up by your chin. His thumb drifts over the hot spend and directs it towards you mouth. You swallow it all and suck his fingers clean.

“Jesus, I could watch that all day.” He says. But he doesn’t, and he walks away from you after only a brief few seconds. With Javi satisfied, Joel flips you over so you are on your back. He lifts your feet, placing both ankles on his shoulders, ploughing you harder than you thought possible. You had imagined he was fucking you full force before, but like always, he ends up having just that little bit more to give.

You moan and whine helplessly, his pace unrelenting and his stamina downright cruel. You are unable to open your eyes, absolutely exhausted from him and Javi’s treatment. He doesn’t mind, satisfied with your performance already and happy to use you for his pleasure when you are in this state, soft and pliable to his every will. You vaguely register the sound of the door opening and then closing, the two men offering noncommittal farewells to one another.

“Oh, my baby.” Joel is whispering gently. “You did so well for me. You impressed me so much, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.”

His rambling seems to go on for a long while, but then again, you don’t know how much of a concept of time you even have left. Some of his words seem distant, like they’re coming to you through a filter. Some of them are so unbelievable that you discount them as just being part of a dream.

“I’m so proud of you, my sweet girl. Always so good for me. Always do so well for me. My sweet baby.”

He must think you’re asleep, talking like this. You still aren’t entirely convinced you are awake either.

Your name falls from his lips like a prayer as he finishes inside you. You think he holds you like that for longer than usual, until he is completely soft and slips out of you, both his and your juices leaking onto the bed. He cleans you up and he kisses you. He kisses you everywhere, your face, your neck, your chest, down your stomach. You keen towards him unconsciously, weak hands grabbing at whatever part of him you can reach and ending up tangled in the curls at the nape of his neck.

“What am I gonna do with you, my girl? Hmm?” He hums into the crook of your neck.

You must have fallen asleep, although you’re not sure for how long. When your eyes flutter open, it’s still dark, and you register a weight in the bed next to you. You turn towards it.

Joel’s eyes are already open and he is gazing at you intently.

“Hi.” He says.

“Hey.” You say. You can’t help the word from trailing off into a giggle. He renders you downright stupid.

He reaches out a hand to your cheek and strokes it with the pad of his thumb, before moving to push some hair behind your ear with his other fingers. These are his rare affectionate gestures, and whilst you aren’t experiencing them for the first time, they certainly aren’t frequent.

“It’s been a long year.” He says.

You never talk about the time you spend apart. All that matters is the precious, no, sacred, time that you do get together.

“It always is, for me.” You say. He tenses a little in response and you curse yourself silently for having said too much.

To your relief, he relaxes again and pulls your body closer to him. Warmth radiates from the place where your head meets his broad chest. He kisses into the top of your head, inhaling deeply the scent of your shampoo. It’s coconut. He kisses you again and again.

Suddenly, he speaks.

“I don’t know if I can do this again.” He says.

You freeze up. A chill runs down your spine. He wants to break off the arrangement? Somehow you feel blindsided, even though every year the possibility crosses your mind that he’ll finally do it.

Maybe that’s why he brought you Javi. Maybe he thought you would hit it off and you could just move on with him, offered up to you like meat on a platter for your own convenience. Your mind runs through the last few hours in an instant, looking for any sign, any hint from Joel that was this coming. You find none.

He, blissfully unaware of every thought racing around your head, continues, rubbing salt in the wound.

“I just- I just don’t think I can do it again. I’m sorry.” He repeats.

Your heart is racing, your stomach doing backflips. This was inevitable. He’s probably met someone else. Someone who he wants more from than what he wants from you. Someone his own age who thinks the same things he does. Someone who understands the references and jokes that fly over your head. Someone who is the opposite of everything that you are insecure about. Someone powerful and equally matched for him.

But then he speaks again, quieter this time. “Listen baby, the waiting it’s just- I can’t do it anymore. How could one night a year ever be enough? I need ‘em all.”

Oh my god. You honestly thought you must have been dreaming for a moment, unable to process his words and reconcile them with actual reality.

He is silent for a long while and you realise he must be waiting on a response, but you can’t find words.

“I- I-“

You hesitate and he cuts you off. His voice is guarded now.

“No, yeah. You don’t have to explain. It’s whatever. I figured you must have someone else anyway. Didn’t wanna assume but… Yeah. It figures.”

“No.” You say quickly. “There’s no one else. There hasn’t been anyone else for- for years.”

A silence grows again. And eventually, you are first to fill it.

“How could there be anyone else?” You say. “I just stopped trying to find anyone else. It’s always been you for me, Joel. No point trying to fight that.” Your voice trails off to a whisper.

He puts a thumb under your chin, raising it so your eyes meet his for the first time during the exchange. His brown irises sparkle, lighter than you have ever seen them. He presses his lips to yours and kisses you desperately, muttering practically intelligibly about “My baby. God why didn’t I just ask sooner? My sweet baby. All mine.”

You drift off to sleep again, a tangle of limbs, breathing each other in. You don’t know what will happen in the morning, but at least you know that this time, it won’t be a year until you see Joel again.

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 20

Hi friends!!

Can't believe we're at the 20th week of me doing this rec list! I also hit 400 fics on the Spreadsheet, which is wild. We've got 14 fics this week. It was a bit of an angst fest, but there's plenty of smut and even a few threesomes!

As always you can find the Spreadsheet here and the other Digests here. You can tag me in literally any Pedro boy fic (except RPF) and I'll add it to my TBR! You can also send me fic recs if you want, and even ask me for fic recs. I'll dig through the sheet so you don't have to :)

Fic recs below the Pedge:

Blackmail - a Javi P/Joel series by @milla-frenchy

Javi is the new Fedra officer you have to deal with and he wants something instead of credits to let you and joel go on your supply run... he wants to fuck you! The way it starts with Joel getting cucked and then just.... descends into beautiful smutty depravity. This was so fucking good. I loved how Javi wasn't mean? Idk like the whole experience just sounded good as hell for reader after the initial discomfort of having to fuck someone to get what you want lol.

You need to relax, sweetheart - a Joel/Tess one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

You're Tess and Joel's babysitter and they come home from date night and decide to help you unwind from a stressful night of caring for children... ya know... with their bodies. -- TW dubcon/noncon -- also there's some breeding kink in here and Tess is also pregnant. This fic is so good and twisted and delicious and wonderful byeeeee

Shore Leave a Frankie/Santi one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Ok so you're a bartender and Frankie and Santi come into your bar sometimes on shore leave and they always flirt with you. And then this time they flirt with you and you like actively consider going home with them... and then you um find something out... spoilers sorry.... and decide to go home with both of them. And it is wonderful, sexy, and sweet. I'm gonna need a 30 part loose fit series on these 3 immediately <3

Rendezvous in Reno - a Dieter one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

AHHH okay so erotica writer!reader has a book signing and the subject of her first published erotic short story walks in knowing full well the story was basically fanfic of HIM. Heavy flirting ensues... then he comes to your hotel. This fic??? It's so sweet and fluffy and like... indulgent? It's like eating dessert for breakfast. There's a lovely surprise in relation to Dieter himself, also. I just love his personality in this and I love the sexy intimate smut and I want to die I love Dieter so much.

An Open Invitation - a Joel one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Joel watches reader and her girlfriend? fuck buddy? whatever. fuck from his window cause girl has got her curtains WIDE open and she is doing it fully on purpose.... anyway some stuff happens and Joel ends up in her house with her and her friend and then he gets used like a sex toy and loves every second of it and I loved every second of this fic. It's perfect. No fucking notes. 10/10.

Aches!Joel - a Joel series by @toxicanonymity

At the time of this rec, there's four parts. This features virgin!reader and a Joel that shows more restraint than I really expected him to be able to. This fic is sweet and the teasing and the will-they-won't-they throughout is so good. It's like edging but you're reading. And then... ya know. Aches!Joel owns my whole heart. fuckin wanting to wait for a soft bed to fuck her PLEASE... whatta man (the bar is in hell, I know, leave me alone).

Linger On - a Joel series by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

So you and Joel broke up 10 years ago and you moved on! You moved away from Austin and you got married and you have a kid and everything is great right? It's not. You're soooo not over Joel Miller. And then!!! Some events happen that put you face to face again and not just like.. briefly or temporarily. I don't want to spoil too much of this fic here in the review... just read it. It's angsty and yummy and I love it. (smutty also, who do you think I am?)

Carnal - a Joel series by @pascalsbby

Another camgirl!reader fic because I literally cannot help myself lmao. This one has the delicious twist of also being dad's best friend!joel AND best friend's dad!Joel... how fucked up is that? The correct amount of fucked up. The dirty talk going on in this fic is literally insane. My body went into fight or flight I was so turned on. And then on top of the crazy freaky yummy sex and like perv!joel and dom!joel and just all that going on... the story itself is really fucking good!!!

A Feeling That Never Came - a Javi P series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You show up to your birthday/engagement party (i will not elaborate on that) and it's all kind of terrible and then your ex, Javi Peña shows up. Which should be a bad thing. Who wants their ex at their engagement party? You do. I promise you do. Desperately. So like... read this lovely bucket of angst as a bedtime story, cry yourself to sleep, and anxiously await the next part just like me.

It's always been you - a Dieter one shot by @alwaysmicado

Dieter Bravo is not a good boyfriend and after a year you are faced with the brutal reality of that fact. This fic destroyed me emotionally for real. Like the way Dieter is so.... pathetic? The perfect depiction of that push and pull where you can't let yourself fall into him but like all you want is for him to hold you because you're upset? GOD DAMN. Perfect. And then the interlude time period and what happens there and the ending? All so fucking perfect. I would love more of these two. They're broken and sad and it hurt and I can't stop thinking about this fucking fic AH

Light Only Shows You Where the Shadow Are - a Max Phillips one shot by @oonajaeadira

You've got this friend that can't take a fucking hint and won't understand you don't want him like that, but thankfully a handsome and unsettling stranger is there to save the day... several times.... and it's a little weird that he's always there and that you can't quite remember what he looks like when he's gone... and he makes you feel a little off. This is such a wonderfully spooky fic and it really captures Max's vibes while, despite the stalker behavior, somehow being more tolerable than the canon Max. I desperately hope you get the inspo to write a full Max series. It would be delightful

I Know Places - a Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

So you're a bounty and Din catches you and he has to take you all the way from tatooine to coruscant. It's a long trip and due to some mitigating circumstances he can't carbon freeze you as you'll probably die and... dead people don't pay their debts so that just won't do. 3 weeks cooped up in the Crest with a tin can man you don't know and who is carting you off to certain death... surely that couldn't be a love story. Or could it? This fic is so fucking good. I love the story and the smut???????? To die for.

You Shook Me All Night Long - a Joel series by @macfrog

You are Joel Miller's assistant and he's the CEO and he is... handsy. But it's not making you uncomfortable, at all. This starts at the official work party, moves over to a bar, and then keeps going after that. I really loved this. Joel was the perfect amount of rich corporate asshole and possessive sexy man.

Plaited and Braided - an Ezra one shot by @bonezone44

Ez wins a bullwhip and learns to use it on a tree... then he learns to use it on you. This is so delightful. It's a little dark there for a bit, but it's much much sweeter than you'd expect a sadist!Ezra bullwhip fic to be. I would very much love to see more of these two.

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Here's some art I saw this week

Joel and Ellie by @vickisigh

Din by @gaytedlasso

Frankie and his shifter form by @littledozerdraws (commissioned for SNAFU by @theywhowriteandknowthings)

Pedro by @bonezone44

Pedro as popular raccoon memes by @iamasaddie

Joel Miller Apologist badge by @sin-djarin

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jamminvroomvroom · 2 years

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maybe. part 4

GR x fem!reader

find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨

hello it is me, president of the george thirst fan club 🫶 this man is my one singular thought so here is part 4. i think this is gonna have more parts bc i’m enjoying writing him so much he’s so sexy i’m crying

in which george takes you on a date

warnings: 18+!! SMUT SMUT ITS ALL SMUT BEWARE!! ehehe, a bit of fluff too for once lol

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despite every single one of your best efforts, you didn’t finish your interviews until much later that evening. even when they were done, your sessions hurried along by your blunter than usual questions that you usually saved for george, you’d been summoned to the stage to interview lando. and then lewis had arrived, and it wasn’t exactly like you could say no to him, enticed by the way he livened up the crowd. your energy levels were drained, thighs still aching from your rendezvous in george’s motorhome, and the end of the day was still nowhere in sight. neither was that dinner you’d promised him. you’d huffed as you’d shot him an apologetic text, wondering how he, a driver, had made it out of the paddock and yet you were still working.

he’d told you it was fine, suggesting tomorrow night in london instead, a winky face accompanying the message that should have made you cringe. you didn’t cringe, though. you did something way worse, staring down at his reply with a lovesick grin and teenage-esque butterflies in your stomach. it was bizarre, the way things had taken such a turn between you, those moments you’d shared while you were still on his lap. his words, your hands in his hair, the look in his eyes - it had all just felt different. different to monaco, different to montreal, just different.

good different.

another night was spent at your hotel near the track, far too exhausted to try and make it back to london after four intense days of relentless work. despite your exhaustion, it was much harder to fall asleep than you had anticipated. all you could think about was him. his hands, his lips, his eyes. the ripples of his body, his touch, the fading trace of expensive aftershave. you couldn’t pinpoint when exactly you’d become addicted to him, but you knew you were a goner. your dreams that night, after a lot of tossing and turning and hands between your thighs trying to tire yourself out, were filled with the sound of his voice; “you’re all for me.”

finally you’d made it home, another obstacle out of your way, before you were faced with others. what the fuck does one wear on a date with george russell? where is he taking you? what are the chances of an, ahem, sleepover?you spent the remainder of your day agonising, until you decided that george would probably enjoy anything that you wore, just as much as he would enjoy taking it off of you. you went for the classic, a little black dress, almost rolling your eyes at the cliché but you didn’t care all that much, you looked the right balance of sexy and elegant, and you felt it, too.

you checked your phone, hearing it ding.

‘picking you up in twenty xx’

the kisses brought back that embarrassing smile that you believed you were stronger than, but you couldn’t fight it off of you face. you replied, letting him know that you were ready. your phone dinged again.

‘can’t wait to see you xx’

his reply did nothing to make your smile waver, in fact, your cheeks were starting to hurt.

dinner with george was somehow even better than you’d expected. he’d picked you up, opening your car door, hand holding yours as your lowered yourself into his sleek mercedes. he’d opened the door again for you when you’d reached the restaurant, taking your hand in his once more as he led you into the dimly lit restaurant. it was beautiful, quiet, tucked away in a posher part of london that you only ever visited for work related reasons. you supposed that in a twisted and hilarious way that this dinner was, in fact, work related. ironically, work hadn’t come up once. it hadn’t come up during the starter you’d shared, when your bottle of red wine had arrived or during your mains. instead, you’d talked about everything but, shockingly sharing plenty in common. he had you laughing, leaning in, intrigued as you listened to him speak.

the only thing left was dessert, and the more you looked at him, eyes dancing across his neck and over the undone buttons of his white dress shirt, the more you were sure that you wanted dessert. preferably, back at his place. or at yours, you weren’t exactly fussy.

“so, how was the rest of yesterday for you?” george asked, head tilting, eyes inquisitive.

“tiring, just went on forever. although, i did get to see lando do a shoey.” you shrugged, grinning at the memory. george laughed lightly as you picked up your glass of wine.

“tiring, hmm? maybe i need to take you to bed.” you almost choked, placing your glass down on the table, your eyes narrowing, thinly veiling your amusement. he was staring back at you, trying to convey innocence with a look of pure mischief in his eyes. you decided to play along.

you moved the conversation away from that place, guiding him back to safe territory. he followed along, either oblivious to your antics, or loving every second. you were discussing your favourite bars in the city when you struck, heel brushing up the leg of his expensive jeans. he coughed, eyes widening, covering his shock with a quick sip of water.

“are you okay?” you feigned concern, sliding your hand across the table to rest on top of his, his long fingers rigid against the table cloth. you gazed at him innocently, wide eyes betrayed by the small smirk on your lips.

“absolutely perfect, darling.” he spoke through gritted teeth, smile painted on. you let your eyes wander, raking them over his broad shoulders, thick neck, the veins in his forearms peeking out from the rolled up sleeves of his white shirt. you picked up his hand delicately, placing it palm up on the table, eyes locked on his blue ones. your fingertips traced his palm, before you were playing with his fingers. his were so much longer than yours, thicker, perfect for reaching spots that you wouldn’t ever be able to. your breath hitched, so faintly that you hoped he wouldn’t pick up on it, but of course he did.

“what are you thinking about, darling?” george looked unfazed, back to being his calm and collected self already. suddenly, you were the mess, right where you’d tried to get him. “you thinking about my hands?” his voice dropped an octave, making sure that only you could hear him.

“thinking about what you can do with them.” you uttered, rather confidently to your own surprise. the least you could do was try and catch him out, beat him at his own game. the only problem was, the situation you found yourself in no longer felt like a game.

“your own can’t compare, right? too small to get the job done properly. that’s what you’re thinking about, isn’t it? because you couldn’t have me last night, bet you had to take care of yourself at the thought of what we could have done.”

“lewis and lando held me up.” you saw his face change slightly at the mention of the two other drivers and you realised that you had found an advantage. “unfortunately, they had to come first.” you faked a pout, enjoying the way his jaw clenched.

“lando and lewis definitely do not come first.”he replied. you giggled at the double meaning. suddenly, his fingers intertwined with yours, warmth spreading across your skin, to match the goosebumps left behind by his words.

“they did yesterday.” you tilted your head, gaze challenging his.

“pretty sure that you came first yesterday.” he licked his lips. you blushed.

“yeah, well, made me late for work.” you flipped your hair over your shoulder, trying to play it nonchalant.

“is that so? i’ll remember that. next time i won’t let you.” he leaned back in his chair, playing with your fingers. your mouth hung open for a second, before you snapped back to reality.

“i’m pretty good at taking care of myself.” you muttered, pursing your lips.

“tell me all about it.” he smirked. you raised an eyebrow. “go on, love. tell me all about your evening.”

“why don’t i tell you in the car while you drive me back to your place?”

you’d never seen a man move faster. he’d paid the bill and practically dragged you back to his car before you could even comprehend what you’d actually said. now, sat in the passenger seat, his fingertips working up your leg, you couldn’t find the words.

“george,” you breathed, his fingers pressing right against the wet patch on your panties. “don’t tease.” you begged. you could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter as he rubbed small circles over your panties, one hand on the wheel. he didn’t even look at you, smirking evilly as he drove.

“should have thought about that before you teased me, sweetheart. now go on, don’t be shy. i want every detail.” he said, rubbing harder at your clit.

“got myself off.” you muttered weakly.

“to what?” he pressed on.

“thought of you. your fingers, oh!” you moaned, feeling him push your panties aside, a finger dipping into your wetness. he stopped at a red light, daring to look at you.

“and what did you do to yourself, my love?”

“used my fingers, got myself so wet.” you gasped, feeling one of his fingers dip into your entrance, hooking inside of your cunt perfectly.

“as wet as i get you?”

“never.” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut, head hitting the headrest as he fucked you further into the seat.

“how many times did you cum, baby?” he added a second finger, your hips raising off of the leather seat.

“only once.” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as he stretched you open.

“bet you were so tired from our afternoon together, but you still had to get off one more time, all for me, right darling?” the sheer arrogance in his voice sent you to another level, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as he dared you closer and closer in the front seat of his moving car.

“yes yes yes.” you chanted, shaking now, inching higher and higher to your peak.

“come on, sweetheart. cum for me, gorgeous.” he murmured, fingers curling deliciously. you spilled all over his fingers, flopping against the seat, worn out already. you didn’t know how he’d gotten you off so effortlessly, whilst perfectly navigating the busy london streets but you were in awe, staring at him like he’d been sent by god. he glanced over at you, head rolling against the headrest, bringing his fingers from underneath the hem of your dress and up to his mouth. just before he swiped his tongue over them, he looked you dead in the eyes and smiled.

“i’m going to fucking ruin you.”

george’s apartment was nice.

well, you assumed it was. you hadn’t seen much of it, really, quickly guided through the front door and to his bedroom. his hand held yours tightly the whole way, bringing you to stand in front of him, facing his bed. he was behind you, both of his hands covering yours, resting them on your waist. he held them there, firm against the material of your black dress. slowly, he dragged both sets of hands up your body, over the curve of your waist and up your ribcage. soon enough, he had you cupping your breasts, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder. he tightened his grip, your hands massaging your tits at his complete mercy.

“you like touching yourself, don’t you?” george’s voice was right in your ear, his whisper sending a shiver down your spine that caused your ass to grind back against him. “watched you in baku, watched you use your fingers on that little pussy,” he kept one of your hands in place over your breast, the other slowly moving back down your body, holding you close. “you keep telling me how well you take care of yourself, sweetheart,” your hands moved under the hem of your dress, pulling it up until your panties were exposed. your fingertips were pressed to the soaking material. “but we both know you like it better when i do it.”

“fuck, george.” your mouth fell open as he encouraged you to move your fingers, his hand guiding the slow circles you were making on your clit.

“can you feel that, sweetheart? feel how wet you are? how wet i got you?” he muttered, catching your earlobe between his teeth.

“yes, god, please. just need you to fuck me. need it so bad.” never had you craved someone the way you craved him.

it was almost strange, how he’d managed to keep you wrapped so tightly around his finger, pun very much intended. he was consuming you, first your body, and now your mind, and you wondered how far this would go. the date was good. in fact, it was one of the best first dates you’d ever had, and you couldn’t help but consider where this could lead, as his spun you around in his arms, kissing you deeply. the animosity between you had been fucked away in canada and now, you were ready for more. you needed more. anything he would give you.

“what do you want?” he mumbled, lips barely parting from yours as he walked you backwards, closing in on the foot of the bed.

“anything.” you whined, fisting the collar of his shirt in your hands, pulling him even closer.

“tell me what you want.” george demanded, not leaving any room for debate. your eyes fluttered open, locking with his darkened ones.

“your tongue.” you whispered, almost shy under his intense stare.

he smirked instantly, beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. you watched on, borderline confused as he dropped it to the ground, stepping around you to settle onto his expensive bedsheets, the navy of the linen contrasting beautifully against his skin. once he’d made himself comfortable, he eyed you up and down.

“take all of that off.” he gestured to your dress, still bunched up around your waist. you made quick work of your clothes, a quick mess being made of his bedroom floor. “get on the bed, darling, that’s it.” he coaxed you closer with a flick of his fingers. you crawled up the bed until you were kneeled next to him, unsure of what your next move was supposed to be, until he tapped his collarbone and your mouth went dry. “sit on my face, my love.”

he looked positively devilish as you swung a shaky leg over his head, strong forearms instantly looping around your thighs and pinning you against his mouth. you moaned desperately at the contact, hips rolling of their own accord as his tongue licked into your cunt, relentless against where you were dripping for him. george seemed quite happy with the way you rolled your hips to meet his tongue, groaning loudly, the vibrations making you speed up.

you rocked against his face, his plush lips wrapping around your aching clit, knuckles turning white as you held onto his headboard for dear life. his tongue alternated, sucking your clit into his mouth, before swiping down your slit to slide into your opening. one hand fell into his hair, tugging hard, a hum emitting from him in response that made your entire body shake as you came, his name and the occasional profanity being the only thing you could remember as you saw white.

you didn’t quite know how you’d made it onto your back, somehow finding the strength to pull yourself off of him and fall against the mattress. you’d left him a bit of a mess, but still george rolled on top of you, not wasting any time. he held himself above you, staring down at you as you caught your breath, tongue running over his lips.

“are you okay, darling?”

you nodded in response, hand making its way back into his hair, threading through the locks.

“got another one for me? you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” he crooned, eyes still devious, as his voice softened. again, you nodded, pulling him down to kiss you.

as george relaxed on top of you, your legs hooked over his jean-clad waist, bringing him down completely on top of you. he was so warm, covering your completely. your ground yourself against his crotch, hissing as the material of his jeans rubbed against your pussy, your two orgasms of the night leaving you sensitive. he rolled his hips a few times until you cried out, pressure already building in your stomach when he stopped.

“always make such a mess.” george muttered, pecking your lips one last time, pulling himself off of you to remove the rest of his clothes. once he’d settled back on top of you, something in his expression had changed. his eyes, still dark enough to show his lust, were softer, gazing at your parted lips and into your eyes. his hand came up to cup your cheek, body resting on his forearm by your head.

“look so pretty like this, all ready for me.” the pad of his thumb stroked your cheek, and you climbed your legs high around his waist. “so fucking pretty.” he whispered.

“want you.” you whispered, hands cupping his cheeks. he dipped down, nose brushing yours.

“i know, baby, i know.” his lips brushed yours and he lined himself up with your entrance, sinking into you slowly.

you moaned into his mouth, lips barely pressing against yours as he groaned, feeling the way you were squeezing him already. slowly, he pulled out, only to snap his hips back against yours, filling you up. he set a rhythm, slow and deep, fucking you hard.

“‘m not gonna last long.” you gasped, nails raking down his back. you could barely think, barely speak, senses completely overwhelmed, an incoherent mess on his sheets.

“you’re gonna hold it. doing so well, my darling. squeezing me so tight.” he spoke through gritted teeth, the praise sending a new wave of heat across your already flushed body.

“can’t hold it,” you whined.

“wait for me, baby. such a good girl for me.” he crooned, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck, a mark quickly being sucked into the skin. his hips sped up, a gasp sounding from the back of your throat.

“george, please.” you could feel tears building in your eyes and you knew that you were there.

“wait. come on, be my good girl.” he ordered, rhythm getting sloppier as he neared his own orgasm.

“fucking me so well, i- please, baby. george.” you dragged out the syllables of his name, the grunt he let out at your words making your pussy pulse around him.

“there you go, baby, cum for me. come on darling, cum all over me.” george groaned, hips rutting against yours as he fucked your through your orgasms. you could feel him slowing down, his release painting your walls as your rapid breathing gradually slowed.

you pulled him in for a kiss, your lips not parting as he pulled out of you and laid on his side, bringing you with him. your lips moved together slowly, soft kisses that made you dizzy. you smiled when he pulled away, relaxing onto his back, pulling you against his chest. you curled into him, enjoying the closeness.

this was new.

you’d never cuddled before, another line being crossed. you enjoyed the pleasant silence, the both of you exhausted as you laid in his arms. eventually, you wondered if you needed to leave. his embrace hadn’t loosened, but you panicked, once again unsure of what this meant to him.

“i should probably go, don’t want to be a bother.” you mumbled awkwardly, breaking the peaceful, easy silence.

“a bother? you’ve never worried about bothering me before.” he laughed. you glared up at him playfully. “all those times you’ve chased me down in the paddock, practically held me at gunpoint and asked me the most ludicrous things, and now, i invite you into my house willingly and you’re worried about bothering me?” george continued to tease you. you looked away shyly, a coy smile playing on your lips.

“just doing my job.” you muttered, trying not to laugh along with him.

“much prefer the other type of job that you do.” you slapped his chest playfully, your night on the yacht flashing before your eyes.

“you’re awful.” your rolled you eyes, grin betraying you.

“you love it.” he was laughing again. what a beautiful sound.

“i don’t.” you tried to ignore the way your stomach twisted at the word love and the complicated implications.

“i reckon you could.” he stopped laughing, that same hopeful look that he gave you at silverstone driving his beautiful features.

“yeah. maybe.” you smiled at him, a genuine, heart stopping smile, just like the one he gave you when you realised that this was real.

as you gradually fell asleep in his arms, held close in his embrace, the soft rise and fall of his chest coaxing you into a deep slumber, you had a feeling that ‘maybe’ wouldn’t just be a maybe.

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maskedtruths666 · 2 years

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Part 5.5 of the trophy wife series!

As the party came to an end, Karina, Isabella and Jack made their way back to their room. All 3 were exhausted and after showering, they all ended up sleeping.

The next morning, Karina was the first to wake up and she donned a stunning pink bikini. Isabella, wore a sexy navy blue bikini and whilst waiting for Jack to wake up, the two of them decided to head down to the beach first.

Whilst the two girls were at the beach, Jack was in deep sleep after using up a lot of energy from the night before. At the beach, the pair met the swingers from last night.

“Hey baby, will I see you again tonight? I’d love to stretch you again.” Aaron said, after he embraced Karina.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s possible, my husband and I are leaving in the evening.” Karina said, a little disappointed.

“Well, tough luck. We could still hang out and chill now if you’re up for it. Where’s your husband?” Aaron asked, looking around.

“Oh he’s still in bed.” Karina replied, hoping that Aaron would ask her to fuck right now.

“Well, that’s too bad. My girl really loves his dick and she’d love to fuck him again.” Aaron said.

“Well, maybe I could wake him up and we can rendezvous during lunch?” Karina said, hoping Aaron would agree.

“Hang on, let me call Stacy and ask her.” Aaron said and he immediately took out his phone to call Stacy.

“Babe, let’s just fuck Aaron here. Jack’s sleeping anyway. He wouldn’t know if you and I don’t tell him anything.” Isabella said, tempting Karina.

As Aaron was on the phone with Stacy, Isabella knelt down and pulled down his pants. Before he could react, Isabella already started sucking him off.

As Aaron hurriedly ended the call with Stacy to focus on getting sucked off, Karina was a bit apprehensive. She needed permission from Jack first but when she saw his huge dick, all rational thought flew out of her mind. She knelt down and shared the dick with Isabella. Both girls knelt down on each side of his dick. They puckered their lips and started licking their respective side. Two girls licking Aaron’s massive shaft and it was still not enough to get it wet enough. He then proceeded to push both their heads together and started fucking their lips.

At that moment, back in the hotel room, Jack woke up to the doorbell. At the doorway stood Stacy and Caylin. They both looked stunning and they just walked into his room.

Unable to comprehend and too stunned to speak, both Stacy and Caylin pushed Jack onto the bed. Before he could even reject, Stacy said, “Your wife and secretary is sucking Aaron off right now at the beach. It’ll soon turn into a beach orgy. Now use that knowledge however you like. You can fuck us and release your tension on us or you could be a cuck and watch them get used. Your choice.” She then took out her phone to show him proof of what she’s saying.

At this point, Jack took control, he instructed both of them to take turns sucking him off. As Stacy was going down on him, he could only imagine Karina being used by those caucasians. It got him really hard. But he too wanted Caylin to suck him off, just like old times.

Soon, Caylin’s turn came and when her mouth closed in on his throbbing dick. Old memories came flooding back. Soon, she was sucking him off like how she sucked off all the other men and she knew she missed his dick the most. It was electrifying when her lips closed in on his dick. As she was sucking him off, old memories came back to Jack too.

But he was way too horny for nostalgia at this moment and he bent Caylin over and without warning, penetrated her from the back. By now, Caylin’s pussy was not as tight as it used to be but, nostalgia overcame Jack. He was in Caylin first. He used to fuck Caylin doggy style back in the day because he loved how her ass would jiggle as he fucked her hard. As he was relentlessly releasing his pent up sexual frustration into her, Stacy too wanted in on the action.

Jack soon started pounding Stacy similar to how he did the night before. As Jack was thrusting into Stacy, she asked, “So daddy, which ass do you prefer the most. Mine, Caylin, your secretary or your wife’s?”

Surprised by the question, and whilst balls deep in her, Jack could not resist and said, “Of course it’s yours. Fucking love your bubble butt.”

To Caylin’s disappointment, she then decided to lie down on the bed, use her most ahegao expression to turn Jack on. She said, in her cutest voice, “ Remember when you first fucked me? Remember when we would orgasm together at the same time?”

Jack then pushed Stacy off and started thrusting deep into Caylin. Stacy, unhappy to have lost her spot, sat on Caylin’s face and whilst Caylin was eating her out, she made out with a Jack whilst he was thrusting into Caylin. As the trio was fucking and making out harder than ever, over at the beach, Karina and Isabella were being gangbanged by a group of 6 caucasians.

Karina had her pussy and anus stretched out by 2 guys viciously fucking her and she was sucking off another guy. Isabella too was being fucked in the same position as Karina. Both girls had their holes filled with thick throbbing white superiority dicks. As they were mercilessly fucked and dominated by the whites, they both had multiple orgasms but Karina did feel a bit guilty at that point.

Back in the room, Jack was making out with Stacy and fucking Caylin, he was trying to hold out as long as he could because it just felt so great. But he could hold on no longer and he broke the embrace, both girls immediately knelt down in front of him and he unleashed his hot cum all over their faces.

As Jack lay on the bed, breathless, Caylin and stacy decided to lick him clean. After they were done, stacy said, “I’ll never forget you. I hope to see you again someday Jack. If you’re ever in America, call me.” She then left after leaving her number and IG on a note.

As Caylin too cleaned up, she asked before leaving, “ You think we’d ever have a chance together in the future again? I really missed you.”

“I just proposed to Karina now. But I miss you too. I don’t know what the future holds but you’ll always have a spot in my heart. Let’s stay as friends first okay? Back to where we first started and see if we can become more than friends again.” Jack said.

“Good enough for me” Caylin smiled as she embraced Jack and kissed him goodbye.

Jack then tidied up and walked over to the beach to watch his beautiful wife and hot young secretary get dominated by superior white males.

As he reached, he could see that Karina and Isabella were enjoying themselves very much. They gangbang was more or less done because he could see her drenched in cum.

When Karina saw him, she quickly forced herself out of the gangbang and ran over to him.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I should have told you first.” Karina said, wiping the cum off her face.

“Oh it’s okay babe. Now it’s my turn to fuck you hard. And I want all these fine gentlemen to cum all over your body whilst I fuck you.” Jack said and in one swift motion, he pushed Karina down and started fucking her.

As he started fucking Karina harder and harder, he remembered why he loves her. Whilst the guys were jerking off to Karina’s body or fucking Isabella and then releasing their cum all over Karina, Karina was orgasming every few minutes and she loved Jack even more in that moment.

As he was about to cum, Jack pulled out, hurried over to Isabella, who was riding someone, bent her over and penetrated her anus. Whilst Isabella was being double penetrated by Jack and a random guy, Jack grinned devilishly at Karina and said, “Baby, this is just payback for fucking these fine gentlemen without my approval.”

After a few more thrusts, Jack emptied his balls into Isabella’s tight anus.

As they finished their orgy, they headed back to their room to rest up before heading out for lunch.

“Baby, promise me you’re not mad at me?” Karina asked whilst sucking his dick in the shower.

“Of course not. But once we get married for real, this swapping thing cannot happen unless mutually agreed upon okay?“ Jack said, moaning softly.

“Of course my love.” Karina said, definitely not wanting to tell Jack that Aaron nutted in her and gave her his number and IG.

Stay horny to find out what happens in their next chapter of their married lives. Will Jack visit America? Will Aaron visit Karina? How will Caylin and Jack maintain their friendship? Will Isabella be loyal to Jack or Karina?

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bijouxcarys · 2 months

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♥ (Playlist) Get Your Heart Beating ♥

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wivesandleathercuffs · 18 days

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Vegas Heat: A Hotwife Fantasy

Kat stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. Tonight would be the night. She smoothed down the tight, black dress that clung to her curves, showcasing her perfect breasts and her sexy ass. With a tiny thong concealed beneath the fabric, she knew she was irresistible.

Jon, her husband of over 20 years, had always wanted to share her with another man. Though she was initially hesitant, the idea of role-playing it out in Vegas intrigued her. She would go to the hotel bar alone, and Jon would join her an hour later, pretending to be a stranger.

As Kat made her way to the hotel bar, she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if things didn't go according to plan. Little did she know that her night would take a wild turn.

As she settled into a seat at the bar, another man, unaware of Jon's plan, approached her and struck up a conversation. He was handsome, and before long, he had bought her a double old-fashioned. He then invited her to his room, a proposition she found hard to resist. She hesitated for a moment, but the allure of the unknown was too strong.

Meanwhile, Jon arrived at the bar, fully prepared to play the role of the stranger, only to find Kat gone. He frantically searched for her, not knowing that she was already in the arms of another man. As he returned to their hotel room, he could only imagine what was happening.

In the stranger's room, the man wasted no time in seducing Kat. He pulled her onto the bed, his hands exploring her curves as his lips found hers. She was powerless to resist the desire that surged within her. As he unzipped his pants, she eagerly took his thick cock into her mouth, sucking and licking with wild abandon.

The man then tied Kat to the bed, eager to fulfill her deepest desires. As he thrust into her, she let out a moan of pleasure that echoed through the room. Her pussy clamping down on the strangers cock, her wetness and moans pushing him over the edge He couldn't pull out in time so instead he gave her one final thrust, balls deep, leaving a deep creampie that sent her over the edge. Her womb was filled with his potent seed, a breeding that left her completely spent.

As the man lay beside her, exhausted from their passionate encounter, he snapped pictures of her on her phone, sending them to Jon. He then passed out, leaving Kat alone in the room.

The following morning, Kat returned to her own room, cum-soaked panties clinging to her well used pussy. She couldn't believe how much she had enjoyed the hotwife lifestyle. Jon was stunned when he saw the pictures, but he couldn't help but feel aroused by the idea of sloppy seconds.

As the stranger parted ways with Kat, he invited her to meet him in Jamaica the following month. He had already bought her a ticket to join him, an offer she couldn't resist. Kat knew that the adventure was far from over. And as she and Jon prepared for their next rendezvous, they couldn't help but wonder what new pleasures awaited them, she was officially addicted to the hotwife lifestyle.

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sexylittleslutsls · 4 months

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I’ll be waiting for you handsome in the hotel lobby for our sexy Valentine’s Day rendezvous …. 😈😈

#sexy hotel rendezvous #stilettos stockings sex #don’t be late #i’m waiting for you

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melis-writes · 1 year

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So what about this for a request…

Back then they didn’t have tracing of cash and money or online banking to track it all so everything was cash in hand

So Sonny and Victoria decide to sneak away for a sexy smutty weekend in a tropical paradise or something

Sonny says he’s away sorting something out for business and Victoria says she’s away for some legal thing or whatever their excuses are

Nobody suspects a thing though and nobody even thinks they are having a passionate sordid loving affair

They meet up at the airport or go different ways but meet in their chosen rendezvous in whatever city or country they’re having a steamy sexy smutty weekend away where they can ravish each other in bed nonstop without disruption or interruption and can act like a couple as well as nobody knows them where they’ve went

I’ve received a loooot of prompts for Victoria and Sonny to sneak away somewhere nice and tropical as well as private, acting like a married couple together with nothing to worry about. 🥵 I’m barely scratching the surface here! 😅

If Michael ever came to ask himself or anyone else where you or Sonny were, he’d never ask the question with both of your names in it.

“Business” calls and Michael isn’t the only investor and businessman of the house. He may be the Don, he may make all the rules, but it’s never stopped you nor Sonny from breaking them time and time again.

After all, Sonny is the underboss—just one rank underneath Michael as the Don.

With no affairs or actual business to keep him back at Lake Tahoe, Sonny simply goes wherever he pleases how he pleases; Sonny’s never had an issue finding a separate route to get to where you’re going.

“I’m out sortin’ something for the family business. Someone’s gotta do it.”

For all Michael knows, you’re with your family in California—a worthwhile excuse since the Ferrari family’s dealings stretches over to many states in the country.

“I’ll be back at the end of this long weekend. I haven’t seen all my little nieces and nephews in forever!”

The same way Sonny’s always gotten away to bachelor parties and weekend getaways with Fredo and friends in Las Vegas, nobody can possibly suspect the two of you have snuck off to the Bahamas for the upcoming long weekend.

Planned and timed perfectly, you only landed an hour later than Sonny did only to see him waiting for you at the airport since his own arrival.

“Said you always wanted to go to a tropical paradise of some sort, eh?” Sonny smirked at you, keeping one hand in the pocket of his trousers.

“Something like that,” you returned the playful look and rolled your luggage behind you before you approached Sonny and surprised him with a sweet kiss over his lips. “What would anyone else know?”

“Nothin’ at all, should they ask…” Sonny murmured and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you in closer to return a hungry kiss.

It took weeks of planning to get the two of you to the Bahamas for the perfect getaway with one another alone; all the privacy one could ask for, living the fantasy of a lifetime.

“And should anyone ask…” You kept one arm wrapped around Sonny’s shoulder as you spoke against his lips, “I’m Mrs. Santino Corleone.”

“My wife.” Sonny confirmed with a grin before he gave your ass a playful smack. “After all this time, I finally get to call you what you should be.”

“Don’t be a tease.” You whispered back before breaking out into a giggle—embracing your new husband. “You’ll have plenty of time to do that once we get to our hotel.”

Rolling your luggage for you, Sonny’s hand is intertwined with yours as he leads you through the airport and towards the exit where his rented vehicle awaits to take you to the hotel.

Out of the country and on vacation without a trace or whisper of your names in the wind, nothing’s traceable back to you and Sonny’s affair in the Bahamas.

Everything from arranged transportation to the luxury, presidential suite is paid in full with cash beforehand without record.

For all any stranger or guest at the hotel can guess and think is that you and Sonny are an ordinary couple—husband and wife excited to be on vacation with each other, getting away from it all.

The names Victoria Ferrari Corleone and Santino Corleone mean nothing and are known to nobody here—a perfect way to blend in without worry of being seen, suspected, or caught.

Endless luxury room service with the top floor all to yourselves, it only took Sonny one mere glance around the massive suite to think of just how he was going to tease, please and fuck you into a moaning mess in every corner of the place within these next five days.

With two hours until dinner service at the banquet hall which is followed by the rest of the evening’s shows, festivities and entertainment, Sonny can be found sprawled out over the king sized bed as you were just about done unpacking.

With half of the buttons on his loose, wrinkling dress shirt undone and his shoes kicked off, Sonny took a sip of his Mai Tai—laying on his side. “Gonna need a change of clothes more than you think this time around.”

“Oh, please.” Your cheeks flared up with blush as you patted your folded skirts and blouses into your luggage. “You know I only brought a change of clothes for these next five days, sooo…”

“Soooo?” Sonny chuckled and tilted his head back, taking another sip of his drink. “You know I don’t mind. It was you making such a mess last time if I remember correctly, wasn’t it?”

Sonny wasn’t referring to a mess around your bedroom through disorganization, but rather how he made it practically a competition to see how many times he could make you cum and catch it in his mouth at the same time.

“Done teasing me yet?” You shut your luggage and turned to face Sonny. “Or are you gonna put that mouth to good use?”

“For the next two hours?” Sonny set his drink aside on the night table next to him. “That’s just warm up for me, baby.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Sonny’s seductive, teasing antics as you approached him, feeling that tingly sense of shyness hit you again with each step.

“Gonna give me the vacation treatment then?” You placed your hand over the ribbon on the side of your dress—the only thing keeping your summer dress wrapped around you.

Sonny’s hand immediately moved to unbuckle his belt, but he didn’t take his eyes off of you. “Vacation treatment? I’m gonna give you a baby.”

That wasn’t an offer you’d refuse, even on vacation.

The moment you kneeled up over the bed, Sonny was quick to snatch you into his arms. With no reason to keep quiet or to be inconspicuous, there was simply no reason for Sonny not to taste and ravish every bit of you endlessly for the next five days.

Clothes thrown to a messy pile over the floor and hot skin over skin, both of your bodies collided over one another on the bed over a deep, needy kiss.

Tongues intertwined with each other, fighting for dominance as your hands roamed up and down Sonny’s chest—feeling his broad shoulders and firm muscles.

Sonny’s grasp over your hips and ass was tight enough to leave a red mark, smacking and teasing as his mouth roamed all over you with no intention to stop.

You moaned quietly and tugged on Sonny’s curls as you gazed down at him—straddling his cock with Sonny’s shaft teasingly pressed up against your pussy.

Sonny’s gaze back to you only shows how insistent he is to please. One of his hands is cupped over your breast with the other in his mouth, licking and slobbering over your hardened nipples.

“Show me,” you whispered down to him, beginning to push your hips down to take Sonny’s cock inside of you. “Show me just how much of me you’ve wanted after all this time—what you would do to me, your wife.”

#GODFATHER AU #VICTONNY #SONNY CORLEONE #SANTINO CORLEONE #SONNY CORLEONE X READER #SONNY CORLEONE X READER SMUT #MOTH TO FLAME FIC #MOTH TO FLAME FANFIC #SMUT PROMPTS #MOTH TO FLAME AU #GODFATHER X READER #NOT CANON

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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High infidelity for the made up fic title with rooster

ohhhh YEAAAHHHH

I'm feeling like you're the married one. and it's not a terrible marriage--just one you jumped into when you were way too young. and as respectful of the sanctity of marriage Bradley is, when he sees you? oh, he knows that's all going out the window.

the two of you come together one night after a bit too much to drink and then just don't stop coming together. between little rendezvous and shitty hotels and different dorms on different bases, the two of you get to know each other physically. but somewhere in between all of that, you've fallen in love with those big hands and those brown eyes. and he's certainly fallen for you too--practically drooling at the thought of you marrying him.

would be very sexy but would get VERY angsty when it comes to crunch time--AKA getting caught, confessing, separating, feeling guilt.

but would end with the two of you together :)

#m answers #fake fic #bradley rooster bradshaw

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laidee-flegman · 8 months

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Some Saucy Would You Rather

Would you rather have a passionate night on a tropical beach under the stars or in a luxurious penthouse with a breath-taking city view?

Would you rather indulge in a sensual massage from a professional masseuse or receive an intimate massage from your partner?

Would you rather explore a steamy fantasy role-play scenario with your partner or engage in a sexy strip tease for them?

Would you rather have an intimate encounter in a hot tub or in front of a roaring fireplace?

Would you rather experience a romantic and seductive night in Paris or a passionate getaway in a private cabin in the woods?

Would you rather share a passionate kiss in the rain or a heated kiss in the candlelit darkness?

Would you rather have a memorable night in a luxury lingerie boutique or a sultry night in a tastefully decorated BDSM dungeon?

Would you rather explore a sensual, aphrodisiac-filled dinner with your partner or engage in a playful food fight that turns steamy?

Would you rather spend an evening in a chic, upscale swingers club or have an intimate night at a sensual, adults-only resort?

Would you rather have a sultry rendezvous in an exotic, tropical paradise or a steamy tryst in a cosy, secluded cabin?

Would you rather engage in a tantalising game of truth or dare with your partner or a seductive game of strip poker?

Would you rather have a passionate, spontaneous encounter in the back of a limousine or a sultry, slow dance in a private, dimly lit club?

Would you rather share a sensual bubble bath with your partner or explore a passionate night in a candlelit, mirrored bedroom?

Would you rather have an unforgettable night of passion with your long-term partner or an enticing evening with a charismatic stranger in a foreign city?

Would you rather spend an adventurous night exploring an erotic art gallery or indulge in an intimate night in an opulent, romantic mansion?

Would you rather have an unforgettable night of passion in a secret, underground speakeasy or an enticing rendezvous in a luxury yacht cabin?

Would you rather engage in a playful and passionate pillow fight or a sensual and seductive strip tease?

Would you rather have a passionate encounter in a classic, vintage hotel room or explore your desires in a hidden, mystical location?

Would you rather share an intimate dance under the moonlight or indulge in a steamy night of passion in a secluded forest glade?

Would you rather experience an intimate, candlelit picnic in a lush garden or a seductive night of decadence in an upscale, adult-themed club?

Thought the best first post would be a saucy would you rather post

#would you rather #journal prompts #journaling #saucy journal prompts #journals #would you rather game

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sophiie2000 · 1 year

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A Past Long Forgotten?

Chapter 3

Words ~ 3550

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc.

Link to Chapter 2 below ⬇️

Finally making it back to the comfort of her apartment, MC could finally relax. She opened up her limited-edition Lady Borden ice cream and stuck on one of her mission impossible movies. Watching her beloved Tom and eating her favourite ice cream always helped to relax her.

Yet, suddenly, her mind was back on Eisuke and Soryu. Why would they keep looking for her? She had abandoned them. Without second thought.

Thinking it odd, she opened up an EAC file for Eisuke Ichinomiya and researched his background. Other than his credentials and monetary status, nothing particularly stood out.

He had done well for himself since university. MC was genuinely glad he was able to make his dreams come true. Even if she hadn’t been beside him as he made them into a reality.

Her heart started beating rapidly. An ache filling her. Feelings she had locked away for 7 years. Ones she had not so much as thought about in the last few years were beginning to creep up.

She looked down and noticed she had been twisting and turning the ring on her finger. A habit she had formed when she felt stressed. As though the meaning behind the ring would be enough to banish the stress.

Funny. She wondered, how that would work this time, when the meaning behind the ring was why she was feeling stressed in the first place.

She shook her head. Vigorously. Attempting to banish all thoughts of Eisuke from her mind. A past, long forgotten. Attempting, unsuccessfully to enjoy her ice cream and beloved Tom.

A couple of days had passed by, and MC had successfully avoided any additional run ins with Eisuke and Soryu.

Tonight, she would be attending the IVC and then hopefully the auction. Due to what had been going on and the fact Eisuke appeared to have recognised her, the Boss decided he would be partnering up with her one the mission.

Seemed sweet, like a knight in shining armour there to protect her. But no. It was merely a security measure. In case she failed to complete the mission, or if something were to go wrong, he would be there to eliminate the threat of agency exposure. In other words, kill her off.

Hugo arrived earlier that evening to style her hair, makeup and provide MC with a new dress. Once again, he dressed her up like a million dollars.

Tonight she was styled in a long, pure white, dress. Perfectly hugging her curves. Once again a slit ran up her right thigh. Showcasing her sexiness, but secretly providing her easy access to her weaponry. This time, Hugo curled her locks before styling it in a low, loose side bun.

A mask provided to her ready for the auction, after she learned identities were supposed to remain hidden.

The Boss and MC had arranged a rendezvous point outside the hotel, where they would meet before heading inside together.

The mission was simple. Bug the individuals suspected of being auction managers, from her previous surveillance it was apparent the 5 friends were all involved, one way or another. This would allow any discussions regarding her targets items to be recorded.

Then once in the auction hall, establish some bugs and cameras in hidden locations to leave for future use.

And finally, make Matt Spencer’s acquaintance.

Spraying her perfume on her wrist, neck and behind her left thigh, she was once again Sofia Pedro.

Stepping out of her cab by the hotel, she saw the Boss already waiting for her.

“Sofia, are you ready to head in?” He asked with a beautifully faked smile, while offering her his arm.

“Myles, good to see you” She replied, slipping her hand into the crook of his arm.

And with that, their mission began.

Upon entry, the first of her bugging targets was in front of them, checking their invitations before letting them inside. Mamoru Kishi. She noticed him eye her carefully, looking at her as though he felt like he should recognise her but not sure where from. While Mamoru continued checking their tickets and names, MC slipped a bug into both his jacket pocket and under his jacket collar.

“My apologies Señor, you had some fluff on your collar” MC held up the fluff she had brought with her to excuse the fact she had to touch his clothing to attach the bug. He simply nodded in thanks, letting them both pass through.

Step one, complete.

Separating herself from the Boss, MC headed over towards the bar. Sharp eyes scanning all the guests, she watched for the men who were her targets for the night. As if it had been planned, a man moved to her side.

“Well what’s a pretty lady like you doing here alone?” Baba asked, showing his best flirty smile. Smiling back, MC replied,

“I’m just collecting drinks for me and my date”.

“You wound me. Here I thought I could have swooped in and had you for myself” While he’s talking to her, MC slipped the bugs into his pocket and rim of his hat, while pretending she was checking the hat out like she wanted to wear it.

“Well, if you’d excuse me –” Just as she was about to move on a voice interrupted her.

“Hahaha Baba, you just got rejected again!” Ota Kisaki has moved next to her now. “You look familiar, have we met before?” He asked, looking at her curiously.

“Heheh,I get that a lot, but I am afraid I have no recollection of ever meeting you before” While engaging in conversation MC moved beyond him, dropping a bug into his pocket first, then lightly brushing one into his belt.

“Your eyes. They are a lovely colour” Smiling gently MC offered a polite nod before moving on.

Steps 2 and 3 complete.

Next comes the hardest two. If she were to get close they may try take her off to talk again. It’s fine. MC was a top agent, she could make this work. Moving back over to where the boss was waiting for her, she was met by the man with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Good work Sofia, just two more to go.” He whispered in her ear. “I can help you –”

“No need.” MC interrupted, “I have a plan already” Nodding once, She made her move.

First she headed over to where she spotted Soryu standing watching the room. With him and Eisuke she wanted to be in and out, no talking so she needed to be subtle. Luckily for her, he was stood talking to someone over by the drinks.

Heading over and making it look like she was getting a drink from a waiter, MC subtly dropped the bug into his suit pocket and slightly brushing by him, sticking the other bug under his collar. Still walking MC felt him turn around and look for signs of who may have touched him before he resumed talking again.

Step 4, complete.

Finally, it’s time to bug Eisuke. MC could see him surrounded by women. The group have become known as his groupies. Now this will be the hardest. But… she was going to take a risk. She also knew his groupies hate any outsider touching him. So, her plan was to casually trip into him, make eye contact while he freezes, slip her bugs onto him, before being ripped away from him by his groupies. Then slip away in the chaos.

Risky yes.

But she was confident it would work.

Making her way towards him ready to execute her plan. Tactically placing her heel into the floor, MC stumbled forward into Eisuke. Hands quickly grabbed her waist to steady her. She could feel the evil stares of jealousy coming from the women and the glare of a man above her head. So, she slowly raised her head, her eyes meeting his. As expected he gasped and tightened his grip on her waist. During this moment she quickly slipped the bugs into his jacket pocket and shirt sleeve.

“It’s you” He whispered, as she finally felt the grip of the women yanking her away from him. In the moment where he looked to glare at the women who separated the two, MC made her escape.

When he looked forward again, she was already gone.

Step 5, complete.

Making her way to the Boss he smiles at her.

“You never fail to amaze me.”

“Thank you, people seem to be going over to that bar keeper. All state Rabbit, then Bunny Mary to him. He then welcomes them to the mad hatter’s tea party and opens up that door. I think that’s where the auction must be held.”

“Good work, lets head over” Making their way to the bar keeper, like everyone else they stated the information and were welcomed inside.

Placing their masks on they headed inside. As they walked through the entrance, MC attached bugs and cameras into the crevices of a few pillars. They observed a number of items being sold before making their way towards the exit.

Their joint mission for the night was complete. All that was left for MC to make her acquaintance with Matt Spencer.

MC hovered in the hotel bar. Drink in hand, waiting for the auction to end. It had become Spencer’s ritual to come to the bar every night since he started residing in the hotel. She had no doubt he would be arriving there again tonight.

As if by fate, she saw the very man she had been waiting for, walking through the glass doors of the bar. Taking a seat beside her as though it had been his place from the beginning, he offered MC a friendly smile, while ordering a drink.

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing sitting here all alone?” He asked. Hungry eyes roaming over her body, eyeing her up and down.

“Can’t a woman get a drink after a long day” MC responded, looking up at him through her lashes. Spencer was immediately taken in by the seductive gesture. His body relaxed, and he begun leaning towards MC much more intimately. He was putty in her hands.

“Heh, of course. So, what is the pretty lady’s name?”

“Sofia, and you are?”

“Matt. Matt Spencer. I am currently running for office.”

“Oh goodness, Mr Spencer. Excuse my rudeness. You would think with my profession, I would have realised who you were sooner.” MC acted flustered in the wake of his boast. His interest had been piqued by her words.

“Your profession?”

“I’m a political advisor”

“How fascinating. I would love to talk with you some more, if the lady is interested?”

“And I, you” MC responded, successfully worming her way into his life.

As Spencer reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, letting his fingers graze under the slit slightly, she felt a cold glare on her back. Subtly turning her head, she noticed Eisuke and the others had entered the bar, and they were looking over at her.

“Great. Shall we continue this in my suite?” He asked, his eagerness to have MC alone apparent. Earning a harsher glare from the men behind them, as the air around them seemed to drop a few degrees.

“I would be honoured, Mr Spencer”

“Please, call me Matt” He said, swiftly taking her hand in his and walking towards his suite.

As he took her hand, MC subtly bugged his shirt sleeve. Eisuke and Soryu followed her with their eyes until she was gone from sight.

Arriving in Spencer’s room, he immediately headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Perfect. Pouring two glasses of champagne, MC made quick work of spiking the one she had prepared for Spencer.

As soon as he passes out, she could conduct a quick sweep of his room, set up a couple of cameras and take her leave for the night.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking open, indicated Spencer’s return. He walked into the bedroom with just a robe. With a seductive smile, MC handed the spiked champagne to Spencer. He made quick work of the drink. Was he simply thirsty? Or was he thirsty for her?

He had ingested the drug. It would only take a few minutes to kick in. She just had to bear with his actions until then.

MC was known for her honeytraps. However, her traps never went as far as sex. Kissing and touching was as far as she ever let her targets get before finding a way to end things. Tonight, would be no different.

Spencer grabbed her hips tight, smashing his lips to hers. Pretending to be enjoying the moment, MC wrapped her hands around his back, pulling him closer to her body. His lips trailed down her neck and collar bone, leaving a trail of faint red marks. Great, something she’d need to hide later.

As Spencer guided her to the bed, he gently laid himself down, pulling her on top of him. His fingers traced lines over her skin, before gently beginning to unzip her dress.

Suddenly, his arms went limp.

Perfect timing, she smirked as she gazed at Spencer who had fallen into a deep slumber.

Extricating herself from him, MC left the comfort of the bed and begun searching Spencer’s belongings. Inserting a memory chip into his phone and laptop, MC downloaded all the files and sent them to the EAC for analysis.

Climbing up onto the desk, she reached up and attached a camera of her own in a place out of view. This would enable them to observe any of the activities he participates in without needing to be present.

With that sorted, MC contacted the Boss to confirm the data and feed were available to them over at headquarters. Receiving the necessary confirmation, her mission for the night was complete.

Leaving her fake business card behind, with a note ‘Tonight was fun, talk soon x’ MC vacated Spencer’s hotel room.

Exiting the room, MC made her way towards the elevator. The success of the evenings mission, had MC walking with a slight spring in her step. She had finished up much earlier than anticipated.

However, before she could make it all the way, she noticed two figures ahead. Eisuke and Soryu. They appeared to be waiting for someone. Shit, surely they couldn’t be waiting for her?

Just as that thought had crossed her mind, they both turned to look towards her. What was it about her presence that seemed to draw their gaze, like moths to a bright light?

Yeah, no this was not happening right now. Spinning around MC started making her way towards the stairs instead.

“Wait!” She heard them shout from behind. Not happening! MC began running. “Goddammit woman, I said wait! Soryu follow her, I’ll take the elevator!”

Amusement flitted through her at the uncanny repetitiveness of these two men constantly telling her to wait.

Despite having run down a few flights of stairs, MC could still hear Soryu running behind her, calling out asking her to wait. Not going to happen, she thought apologetic for the constant chase.

Exiting the stairwell and quickly entering the women’s toilets, MC opened up the window and looked down. 25 more floors. Eisuke will be at the bottom shortly using the lift, Soryu was following on the stairs.

Desperate times, call for desperate measures? Well now was that time. She needed a new escape route and her only route now was out of the window. Climbing down, utilising the balconies and edges. It wouldn’t be the safest route, but it was the only option that avoided the pair indoors.

As she readied herself to climb out the window, a shadow appeared under the door to the toilets. His presence was the final straw to confirm this was definitely her only option should she wish to evade being caught.

So she jumped.

It wasn’t far down to the next balcony. After the initial jump down, she was much more careful in her climbing down.

The building was made of glass, allowing her to see inside. She had made her way down around 15 levels, she only had 10 more floors to go down before she would reach the bottom.

As she jumped down to the next ledge, she made eye contact with the man on the other side of the glass. Eisuke. His eyes bulged, gobsmacked at her fearlessness to jump.

Knowing he was now aware she was outside, MC began jumping from ledge to ledge quicker.

Eisuke’s shock only increased when he noticed how her speed was quicker than the lift. If she was quicker than the lift, he was sure she was quicker than Soryu who was still using the stairs.

Finally, she made it onto the ground. It was time to disappear into the crowd, she thought. She needed to get away quickly. Hopefully they would give up the chase when she wasn’t insight anymore.

She had been navigating herself through the streets, when she found herself approaching the boardwalk 10 minutes from the hotel. Thinking it far enough, she finally allowed herself a minute to catch her breath.

As she sat down, she gazed up at the night sky. Glimmering stars coated the dark sky, as far as she could see. A bright moon, offering an ethereal glow over the water.

Fiddling with the ring of her finger, she was reminded of that night.

That night, back when she was 18 years old.

That night that was the cause of the reoccurring nightmare she was having.

That night… in a past that should have been long forgotten.

***FLASHBACK***

It was a summers evening in London. Eisuke, Soryu, Luke and MC had spent the day exploring the city since they had decided it would be one of the stops on their travels. They were traveling to celebrate before MC would be heading off to university.

As a group they had attended a festival, enjoying the arcade games on offer. Eisuke suddenly whispered to Soryu and Luke, then with a smile took a hold of MC’s hand and lead her away from the scene.

The temperature had started to drop. By the time they reached their destination, the night sky was full of stars.

In front of them was the London Eye. Eisuke proceeded to drag MC along and onto one of the cars. Since they were the only two people there, they allowed the car to remain at the top for much longer than they usually would.

While it was not rare for Eisuke and MC to be alone together, it was rare for him to make a point of dragging her off somewhere like this, when they had been with their friends.

The air seemed charged with romantic passion.

“This view… it’s beautiful” MC whispered, gazing out across the night time cityscape.

“This view, is always beautiful to me” Eisuke replied quietly, yet when MC looked at him he was not looking out at the city, but directly at her. “You’re beautiful MC”

His directness made her blush. Her fevered cheeks appeared contagious as the same reddy glow coated his cheeks too.

It was no secret that MC and Eisuke had some sort of sexual chemistry. They had hooked up a number of times, but never really mentioned it.

“I’ve thought this the whole time I have known you, but your eyes are the brightest, most gentle eyes I have ever seen. And they are the only eyes that have ever truly seen me”.

He had taken her hand in his at some point. When? MC was unsure. She had been so wrapped up in his words to notice anything but them.

“Eisuke…” She had whispered his name, but before she could say anymore his lips were on hers, capturing and locking in a passionate kiss.

Unexpectedly, Eisuke had pulled out a small, dainty box. When MC had seen the box, she gasped. He opened the box, directing it towards her, displaying the small delicate diamond ring inside.

“MC, we’ve known each other since we were little. We’ve grown up together… and I have spent the last couple of years madly in love with you. Please, take this promise ring, take it and say you’ll be mine?” Eisuke declared everything she had wanted to hear from him over the last few years.

Smiling widely, she nodded joyfully.

“I’m in love with you too, Eisuke!” As soon as the words left her mouth, his lips were on hers again, as he fumbled to slide the ring onto her finger.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

That night, after Eisuke and MC had finally agreed to be together, MC found herself in trouble, being taken away by some men. Being saved by the Boss, then saying goodbye to the old MC.

Evidently, she couldn’t say goodbye to everything.

That past that was supposed to be long forgotten, lived on.

Through the ring, that had remained on her finger since the night he had given it to her. She had never taken it off.

She had accepted she couldn’t see them again. Couldn’t say goodbye. He had been her first, and her only love.

And it had been ripped away from her, before it ever truly begun.

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