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(KINKTOBER: 31 “Shameless”)

Dance Instructor! Michael Langdon+Prima Ballerina! Reader:

(A/N). Hello, lovelies!

I am not going to lie, I am honestly glad that kinktober is over, and I hope that you enjoyed it.

This fic was written a long time ago, and re-reading I honestly have to say that I low key don’t like it anymore, but since I feel like it fit perfectly the mood, I wanted to share it with you as a way to end this experience and celebrate Halloween.

It is very loosely based upon “Suspiria”, because I love the aesthetic of that movie, and alongside that, I low key wrote it listening to “Shameless” by Camila Cabello (can we just say that her new album is extremely AMAZING?).

I hope you’ll enjoy it, and as always… any kind of feedback is very welcome!

Much Love and have a very spooky Halloween!

SUMMARY: Your dance instructor has always been an enigma to you, till a lone night in the dance-room, where dance and secrets ends up tangled together (exactly as you and Michael).

WORDS:7 K

WARNINGS: Unprotected (WRAP IT UP KIDS) Sex, Dom-Sub dynamics (with change of powers), Fingering, Guided Masturbation, slightly Dub-Con, Vulgarities, Mention of Satanism and Supernatural Themes, Slight Angst, Slut-Shaming and Religious Fanatism.

“She has been here for only a month and she is already the prima ballerina of our company… that is true magic!”.

“… or maybe she had just slept with the right people…”.

“Haven’t you seen the way Mr Langdon looks at her?”.

“What a devious creature one that is only capable of sleeping with people in position of power to get her role…”.

“Truly despicable”.

“You mean… absolutely shameless”

She woke up in a hurry, cool sweat attaching itself to the side of her head, staining her hair, meanwhile she pushed them back from her face, in order to breath freely, from her mouth since she felt in some kind of primordial panic.

The rumors had choked her voice, but had she been able to, she would have gladly shouted.

She suddenly found herself alone in her dormitory room, but as she came down, she finally found herself recognizing what she had around and realized that her roommate had told her she would be going out with the others, meanwhile she chose to stay back in order to be ready for tomorrow’s rehearsals.

“Oh c’mon, (Y/N), you could come at rehearsals, looking like a ghost and Mr Langdon would still applaud you greatly” had teased her roommate.

Although her words didn’t withhold the malice they usually did in the mouth of others, she couldn’t stop the grimace that appeared on her face at that memory.

That is also probably what had inspired her nightmares, the way the rumors hunted her down and reduced her to silence.

She felt confusion in her pulsating head, immediately reaching out for the switch of the light, illuminating the sober room, which spoke of elegance and antiquity, and sometimes, when nobody was there other than her, it really scared her.

She found herself, although calmed and wide awake, restless and unable to fall back asleep, regretting having said no to her roommate’s offer, but she knew that she just didn’t belong with the other girls.

From the first moment they had seen her, they had rejected her and when she had quickly raised to the role of prima ballerina, in their little dancing company they had liked even less, spreading indeed rumors about her true talent being sleeping with older men to get what she wanted.

Oh, how awfully were they wrong…

Not only she was extremely unexperienced when it came to men (most of her encounter with them had ended badly), because of her rigid catholic upbringing, her own mother sheltering her from anything that wasn’t holy and pure, but she wouldn’t have been able to attract Mr Langdon’s attention in the slightest.

The man was an enigma also for her, and although she respected him as a teacher and understood his need for privacy she couldn’t fathom his behavior towards her: one minute he would be touching her like lovers did, in their more private time, and a few minutes later his hands would have been at his side, meanwhile he looked at her coldly.

But what was worse, was the electric energy that shot through her, whenever they would were close enough, something clawing in her, wanting to escape the prison of her body, hurting her enough to steal her breath, and one time she had almost fainted during one of the lessons, right when she had been raised up in the air, by Timothy, who had felt her melt in his arms.

Just because Mr Langdon was watching her with the most intense stare he owned.

Sometimes she couldn’t help but feel crazy because of everything she had felt during her staying at the ballet company, asking herself whether magic existed, but worst of all…

… whether demons did, because Mr Langdon was surely one of those, and he would be tormenting he roughest of ways, during the limpid nights, in her dreams.

His mouth would be on hers, but nothing farther than that, as if the Mr Langdon of her dreams was ashamed of such an impure act.

She honestly thought it was what her subconscious thought about sex, how impure and earthly it had been considered at her mother’s house.

How impure and dirty thoughts had to be polished with pain and abstinence.

She was honestly glad of having run away from her mother’s controlling obsession.

She hadn’t wanted to be another Carrie White.

She sometimes doubted if she had truly left anything worth behind, so she pushed all herself into ballet, trying and trying.

She found in dance a way to clean her mind and to enhance her body, and even that night, not wanting to feel the solitude of her dorm room, she decided to do some try-outs in the rehearsal room.

She had the keys always because of Mr Langdon: he had once seen her practice in the corridor, insomnia having taken her, and he had just handed her the following day a copy of the keys to the enormous room, with big mirrors on three sides of it.

He had never explained her what he was doing out of his comfortable room at two in the morning, but she hadn’t spoken about it, as he had never spoken about her dance try-outs at that hour.

She couldn’t try with music, mostly because the room wasn’t soundproof but she tried to reply the music in her mind, humming lightly to it, meanwhile she raised her hair in a quick bun, pushing up her long shirt, and showing the “sinful” panties, her mother would have roughly chastised (not only they were silky, the material of the Devil, but they also left much to the imagination due to their lace front).

She watched her reflection, and smirked at it, before starting her dance routine, at first hearing the music softly in her ears counting the rhythm to set up the tone, but then it ended up flowing through the memory of her body, quickly the music raising volume in her own ears, till she and the music ended up being one.

She twirled uncontrollably, losing control of her body and falling down in the ecstasy of dance.

Normally she would have absolutely stopped there to practice, making her errors stop her, but this time a different kind of energy fueled her, and she found herself to be more adrenalinic the more she moved her toes against the polished parquet of the floor, raising herself again and creating again friction on the wooden pavement with her feet.

She pushed herself through her limits, feeling her body pulsing of pain and strength, meanwhile she caught elegant flashes of her against the mirror, seeing herself completely transfigured one of the Villis from the “Giselle”, a true witch hiding under her body.

And she pushed her mouth into smirking grimaces, as if she was seeing it for the first time, trying out her new “face”, completely transfigured and fixed on it.

When her muscles screamed in pain and she realized it was past four in the morning, and although she wouldn’t have gotten any sleep, she considered that a shower to ease her screaming muscles would be helpful.

But she wasn’t able to turn around, because, meanwhile she undid her ballerina shoes, warming up her sore calves, she heard a thick clapping, and in the mirrors, she found Mr Langdon reflected in them.

He was wearing what could have been a run-away look, but he made it seem so effortlessly natural, that it made her feel ashamed of her state of undressing, not because she was in simple panties and a shirt, because unlike his elegant open silken button up, and soft boxers of a synthetic but comfortable material (rigorously dark, but with red details), she had a tattered band shirt, and synthetic silk panties, a bit discolored for the use and many wrong washings.

He looked like he could have run a Paris catwalk, and you were just a homeless girl, which had managed to sneak in the beautiful rehearsal room.

The clapping continued and her blush became redder, able only to meet his gaze into the mirrors, meanwhile she felt him inching closer, his presence, being more evident in the room, and that energy shifting again through her.

Her hands reached down the ground and clawed there to keep herself stable.

“You were absolutely amazing!” his voice was darkly laced with excitement, almost childish, but she knew better than to find anything out of place in his pretty gaze, an hypnotic on which she found rejecting in a futile attempt to keep herself anchored to the ground “… I do think that I’ll take a frequency to visiting your nightly try-outs”.

She wanted to growl, let out the moan of pleasure that came from that praise, because, although at first she had been just happy to survive in the dance world, since she had met Mr Langdon she couldn’t help but want more.

His approval more specifically.

She tried to shield herself from his gaze, but he simply smirked, his hand coming at hers, and stopping her from untying the knot on the shirt, which kept her shirt raised, showing a bit of her stomach and her panties.

“As dancers, we work a lot with our bodied” he explained to her, as an adult with a petulant child “… you are wrong if you think that I am ashamed of a bit of skin”.

In this case it was her who was ashamed, but she immediately pushed away her hands from her shirt, keeping her gaze to the mirror, meanwhile Mr Langdon moved his hand from hers to her shoulders, gently gripping on them and digging into her muscles with expertise, making her release a wild pleasured moan, for which he smirked in the mirror.

“Wouldn’t you like to show me also the duet part?” he asked her, as if it was some kind of prayer from his sinfully plump mouth.

She couldn’t deny him, although she asked who would be covering the role of Timothy, since it was just her and him, and although she could have practiced the duet as a solo part, she felt like it wouldn’t have had the same effect.

“Who else, do you see, other than me and you?” and he stared intensely at their reflection, and she couldn’t help but feel even nearer the warmth of his body, suddenly entwinned with hers, felling the softness silk against her skin, and the suppleness of his milky skin “I’ll take Timothy’s role, for tonight”.

He worded it as a sinful promise, as if he was asking her to betray for a night her beloved partner.

Whereas her and Timothy were no such thing.

Timothy barely touched her aside, from their dancing rehearsals.

Their chemistry was mostly missing due to Timothy not being interested in her, instead having a sweet crush towards Emily, her back-up dancer, and many times she had pleaded with Mr Langdon to take Emily for her role, but the man didn’t budge.

“You are perfect for this role” he had mumbled, gently cornering her face with his hands, before laying a soft kiss on her forehead “It was written for you, lovely”.

And she hadn’t talked about it too much with him, trying to do her best with Timothy, and although their technique was extremely perfect, she couldn’t help but believe that they lacked sensuality in their extremely firey performance, which should have ended with a kiss and their bodies entwinned.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)?” he asked softly, bringing her back to the mirrors room, his hand softly grabbing her throat to make her assume a straighter position, since she had slowly slouched in a more relaxed one.

She simply nodded, meanwhile she turned around and felt tired and dizzy, faced with, not his reflection anymore, but the true entity of the dance teacher, who gently and softly let an hand caress her face, meanwhile she found herself even more hypnotized by those pretty azure eyes.

He looked much more lively than his reflection, which might seem obvious but it was as if true energy run through him, making him shine extremely bright in her eyes, as a monster, also crawling under his skin.

It was almost a shock, as an ecstasy given by a wonderful painting, except this painting breathed and smirked as a true devil.

“On my three” he let her settle into his arms, meanwhile she set her footing precisely and then he softly counted down in her ear, letting a thrill run down her spine, but when she heard the music, suddenly appearing in her mind, in every note, she switched back in her ballerina mode.

And it was evident from the start of the dance, that she wasn’t dancing with shy Timothy.

It felt as if for her entire life she had wanted a challenge, something that would have awakew her from the mundane life she had always lived.

It made her feel like she had met her appropriate match… obviously in the ballroom, but also… somehow outside of it.

Mr Langdon wasn’t afraid of touching her, and he pushed past her own limit, making her forget all about technique and focus more on the emotion she was feeling, which were no short of intensity..

The subtlety of Mr Langdon didn’t stop him from grabbing her with rough passion, dipping her with so much control and force that she couldn’t help but feel like a little doll, but he wasn’t the one controlling the entirety of the dance.

It was a mutual exchange and she had her own dose of power over him, teasing him through the dance, refusing to fall to his charms, exiting each grip he tried on her, pushing him away with the high raising of her legs, kicking and resisting, but also slowly nearing herself to the climax of the song, suddenly so alive that she almost thought that Mr Langdon might have turned off the stereo.

She lost any thought when she found herself pushed into his grip, this time unable to exit it, and she knew exactly what would have happened next, her body remembered each of the step, but suddenly all she was able to do was mirror Mr Langdon’s movement staring into the embers that burned darkly in his eyes, completely fascinated.

She didn’t own a body anymore: it was the master puppeteer Mr Langdon who controlled it, and she didn’t mind the loss of control, till the final act was shown: the kiss.

Never having rehearsed it with Timmy she found herself to retract a bit, but Mr Langdon pushed her nearer to him, his arms circling her waist, gently dipping her a bit, his hands going to her exposed thighs and she couldn’t help but release a delicious thrill on all her body, and she was sure by the smirk appearing on her teacher’s face, he had felt it.

And then he kissed her.

And she felt like every cell in her was reacting to it, as if after his push came a pull on her side, and soon her hands went naturally in his hair, tangling with it, and pulling… with force.

She made him moan in her mouth and she took advantage of this to lead the “dance”, caressing at first his lips, before she bit onto the lower ones, pushing it between his teeth, sure to draw blood.

He moaned of pain, but didn’t break the kiss, although they were forced to move away, due to the lack of air, and as if the aggressive force that had possessed her had left her, she found her legs giving out under her and she hit painfully the floor.

Mr Langdon looked at her, suddenly confused and she couldn’t help but focus on the bloody lip he sported.

It was because of her, and some part in her roared of pride, but she couldn’t help but divert her eyes, mumbling a simple “I think I got a bit too into the dance”.

“You were divine, little minx of mine” he cradled her face, and pushed her closer to him, and she tried to avoid the thought that she was so near to that part of him she had wished on the lonely night when even dance didn’t help her calm her mind.

Thankfully he soon fell onto his knee, exactly like her, his face gently shadowed by the elegant curtain of hair that covered his face and she felt again the impulse to push him back into a kiss, by the hair.

He immediately accepted it, his hand reaching the small of her back, gently caressing the lace of the panties, triplicating the sensation of it by thousands and she couldn’t help but melt slowly and decadently in the kiss, instead being the one who opened her mouth, and let him in.

He was less violent than her, but he didn’t seem to accept anything more than submission, all her fights and protests were useless, but as soon as his hand reached down her front, something in her screamed, and she pushed him away, with a force she didn’t know she owned.

A crazy look appeared on her reflection in the mirror, and she didn’t know if it was true or if she was having vision.

She didn’t know what came over her to act so freely with one of her teachers.

And worst of all the one that she was accused of having screwed for her role in the play.

“If the rumors are so insistent, why shouldn’t you make them real” teased a dark voice in her mind, and she shook her head to shut it up, feeling like she was losing control from her body.

“… you push me away, little birdie” Mr Langdon’s voice was as grave as a deaf bell, immediately pushing itself between her thighs and making her feel so dirty and magnificent, that she couldn’t help but push her back a bit in the air, in the attempt to release some of the friction between her legs “… but then you pull me back to you: it’s time to do a decision”.

She couldn’t help but blush further, meanwhile he sniffed at the thick air, and although she didn’t know if it was physiologically possible, she felt like he had smelt her arousal, and knew it all about it.

And it took just a look in his eyes to confirm it, as he smirked at her, his hand pushing itself in the front of his pants, where a bulge was appearing.

She immediately diverted her eyes, although she licked her lips, both for the knowledge of having such an effect on a man “like Mr Langdon” (distinguished and so disinterested into carnal pleasures) and both because it was a damn amazing length.

She had been pretty unlucky with the few men she had met, never having felt them inside her, but at the same time, they meant nothing against Mr Langdon.

He was a god amongst them.

“I don’t think I understand…” she mumbled shyly, ducking her head, almost in a curtsy in front of such a powerful magnificent.

Although disheveled because of her previous rough ministrations, he was still beautiful, with the long golden hair covering his shoulder and cornering perfectly his elegant and strong face, something which spoke of strength and decision, with a plump and decidedly sinful mouth, slightly open in an expecting question towards her.

His body was as elegant as she might have expected from a dancer with his experience, but it still held some level of softness, and she couldn’t help but find it endearing, even much more interesting.

And she was just a disheveled student, in a tattered band t-shirt and rosy panties, worn out and with a body which didn’t come even close to his.

So, what might Mr Langdon want from her?

Gods associated only with other gods.

“And you are one” her mind spoke to her loudly, an evil laugh echoing in its walls.

She didn’t know what he meant.

“I think you do, my angel” he spoke softly, crawling closer to her, and this time her body trembled under a simple touch of his hand on her extended leg, relaxing under those elegant digits “… you speak better when you are dancing, that’s when the truth always comes out”.

And he gripped tight her leg, pushing it out of her, and she found yourself laid out on the cold parquet, her hair forming a halo under her face, meanwhile Michael covered the chandelier in the room, obscuring her view.

“Why don’t you dance more, my sweetie?” and his hand slowly moved from the grip towards caressing her legs, climbing from her calves to her thighs, soliciting little moans from her, till it reached its point of no returns and there it stopped.

She moaned, protesting against the loss of his hand, but he just simply shushed her.

“I think that before I think that you are a proper partner for this kind of dance, I want a solo demonstration” and he softly grabbed her face, making her look at him in his eyes.

It might have seemed like a devious and disgusting proposal from her dance teacher, hadn’t he looked at her as if she was his equal.

And hadn’t she been already so aroused.

She still found herself unable to act onto her desires, not knowing how to properly act onto his order.

She wasn’t inexperienced in the “solo department”, but she had her own way, which weren’t in the slightest considerable a dance.

“I have never…” she uttered shyly, meanwhile she hide her face behind your hair, meanwhile Mr Langdon, brushed his thumb against her clothed core, letting her taste a bit of the forbidden fruit.

Which was pleasure.

“… there is no need to lie to me, lovely” he mumbled, caressing again his thumb against her sacred and drenched place, meanwhile another hand, freed her from her cage of hair, revealing her face to him “… I know that carnal pleasures are within human nature”.

The caress of his thumb disappeared as he uttered the last word of his discourse, and she couldn’t help but complain softly, soothed by the promise of his lips, since the gap between them was almost non-existent.

“I know, and I am not denying that” she rumbled a bit annoyed by the teasing, mostly because they were so close but he wasn’t touching her and she couldn’t help but hate each moment where his hands weren’t in her body “But I have never… been… I have never touched myself, internally”.

She was unable to speak both due to her embarrassment, unused to talk so openly about a side of her life which had been hidden for so long, and also because, due to her lacking of speaking openly about it, she didn’t have the proper words to explain her situation.

But Mr Langdon understood.

He understood anything about her: her fears about the rumors, her insecurities and also, apparently, her sexual life.

He chucked darkly, and kissed softly her forehead, which got her to beam in his arms, but soon he was again off her, and he was staring at her, expectantly.

“Don’t worry, lovely, I’ll teach you each step” and he pushed back his hair, as if to stare at her better “Let’s start with your precious neck, pass your hands from there, down to your chest. Do it slowly”.

She had never believed that those words might have seemed to sexy, alongside the little thrill that went through her body as she slowly, as he had instructed, passed her fingers from the start of her neck, where it met with her head, down to her chest, right in the valley of her breasts.

Fire ignited beneath her, as she traced slow and tiny patterns on her skin, finding new soft spots and wondering what it would have felt to feel his tongue tracing them.

She boldly met his eyes, meanwhile she did it, and opened her mouth in a hoarse moan, before daring more, gently squeezing her breasts, softly squealing, under the watchful eyes of Mr Langdon.

“Aren’t you bold, little minx?” he giggled softly, but didn’t dare stopping her “Be gentle there, tease yourself over the fabric, big circles at first and then smaller, as you come near your little… peak”.

And she followed his order, gently cupping her breast, softly, feeling their weight, adding just a bit of pressure with the hell of her hand, then she moved from her entire hand to gently drawing circle patterns around it, with her pointer finger.

She neared slowly her nipples, the circles became much smaller and she found herself slowly closing her eyes, in a pleasured haze, her legs begging for friction and she found her legs inching closer to her core, just to be slowly pushed away from Mr Langon.

“Don’t even think about rutting like a bitch, in your hand, you are better than that, my goddess”.

She nodded almost caught in a trance, staring in his eyes, meanwhile her hands came again at her chest, continuing the gentle teasing over the fabric, it working at a delicious space, alongside the friction of it adding a rough feeling to it.

“I want to see you” his voice sounded as a growl, and he seemed almost entranced and feral in his standing, but she wasn’t scared of the beast he might have become, because she knew she would control him, no matter what “… strip”.

And she raised her shirt, putting it over her head and throwing it away in the room, not caring where it landed, only caring over Michael’s full-blown pupils.

She finally pushed her fingers against the hot skin, gently teasing the soft skin, pinching it gently and then soothing the ache with a gentle caress.

“Move your hands lower… slowly, and don’t touch yourself” she almost whined at the order, but moved her hand lower, at first teasing her hips, the most ticklish parts and then her thighs, raising her legs slowly, so that she could caress their smooth expanse.

Then she came back and teased with abstract patterns the front of her panties, not touching herself, following his order, but teasing him, with a few kittenish moans.

When she opened her eyes, she found him barely restrained, and she couldn’t help it, pulling on the waistband of your panties, which snapped softly against her hip.

“You teasing whore…” he growled and you opened lightly your legs, covering her breasts, pushing herself away “… the more you tease, the more difficult it’ll be for you to come, later”.

A threat, which got her to tease him even further: it wouldn’t be a dance without it.

She slipped her fingers into her panties.

He growled as if to ask her to stop her ministration, but did she care?

No, she didn’t…

Not when suddenly that energy had come coursing through her body and made her feel in control, for once, not caring about what the others would say.

What he, himself would say.

With the heel of her hand she found her soaked center, she started rutting against, not as pathetically as she had done before, but as if she was on her throne, meanwhile ecstasy coursed through her, wrecking her so deeply and recharging her with that energy that coursed through her veins.

But it didn’t last much longer, two strong hands pushed her to the ground and pinned there, and when she opened her eyes, she found Mr Langdon’s hovering over her, his smile turned into a deep frown.

It would have scared her, the thought of having disappointed him, but she seemed to know better, her body knowing that his was searching for hers.

“… I said not to tease me” he spelled out each words, and she just pushed herself straighter to look at him in the eyes, whatever was possessing her in that moment roaring through her veins in a deep laugh, meanwhile she replied, simply.

“You asked me to dance for you”.

“Well… I am tired of you dancing around the matter” he impaled her roughly against the ground, grounding his length against her thigh, making her effectively moan of appreciation “I want to take what is mine”.

And his mouth latched onto one of her pebbles, raised at attention, meanwhile he continued pushing his hips into her, as if they still hadn’t clothes on and they were doing the real thing.

Which seemed extremely appealing.

Mr Langdon knew exactly what to do, making her bite her lower lip to release pressure and hold back a particular loud moan, as she threw back her head, her back arching itself and pushing her front closer to him.

He bit down harshly on one of her nipples, and she was sure that a mark would be staining it.

This got him satisfied enough to move away from her chest, and put his hand on her hips, caressing them comfortingly, whereas his eyes didn’t promise anything good coming on her way.

And although she was terrified of it, of not being able to stand it, a dark part of her, the one who had come in control of her body in that moment simply hissed jokingly Michael, who pushed swiftly his fingers from her hips to her wet center.

He teased her over the panties, as she had done before, but his fingers were definitely different from hers, more experienced and the felling of them, silky and long, made her nervous and anxious about what would be coming later.

And he teased her merciless, almost pushing that dark side of her to its limit.

She just tried to enjoy the fleeting pleasure, because whenever Michael would be touching her in that certain spot, she would lose her mind, but it never lasted.

No matter her broken begging.

He just smiled, devilishly.

And then finally he had enough, his manhood throbbing gloriously against her and helped her discard aside, the drenched fabric of her panties, meanwhile he was still perfectly and impeccably clothed, although a bit disheveled, due to the collision they had had.

But he still looked marvelous.

And she couldn’t help but lose a bit of the confidence she had had, not used to being naked, no matter the scandalously revealing costume she had worn on the rehearsal, to try and get used to it.

She felt even more exposed to Mr Langdon, because it was as if he could see her body and soul.

And she found herself to breath slowly, her eyes meeting his and he asked for her permission, waiting for her breath to slow down, from the agitation that had set in her lungs, before he gently leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“I’ll be gentle” his voice held a true promise and she breathed slowly, nodding softly, before she opened her legs lightly “I can’t wait to be your first”

His fingers found her womanhood, and they didn’t press inside, they instead caressed her little pearl, the one she had known herself to bring pleasure, as if to coax her to relax under him, pushing himself into the search of pleasurable spot for her, never stopping from looking her in the eyes, which were solely focused on him.

He mapped out her womanhood with his fingers, and then when he felt her trembling, completely lost in pleasure, he inserted the first finger.

She was suddenly reminded of him and her surrounding, finding the intrusion, although uncomfortable at first, strangely pleasurable later.

Everything in her head spoke of volume and about how sinful and dirty it was to let a man know her carnally just for her pleasure, and not procreation, but she didn’t care in the slightest, gently trying to move against the intrusion in her most secret place.

But Mr Langdon had pinned her down, forcing her to accept the teasing pace he had set down: he wasn’t certainly joking, when he talked about teasing her.

But he was indeed gentle.

Some parts in her, still, didn’t want him to be.

She wanted the desperate passion and the rough pain of sex which became much wilder and more savage.

But it brought to nothing, because it was now Mr Langdon who held the power.

She begged and begged and begged even some more and only when she was on the brink of madness, he gave her more, but didn’t let her tumble over and off the edge, keeping her in that middle state between aroused and completely satiated.

“You are the devil” she mumbled, as he crooked his fingers in her, hitting her deep, in that spot that seemed so different and “oh so sensitive”.

“Quite close to the truth my dear” he whispered in her ear, before gently kissing it.

The words held no meaning to her, in that moment, only searching the peak of pleasure, but they would have been, without a doubt, etched in her memory.

And there he finally had enough of his own teasing, his hands exited her body and before she knew it, he was shirtless on her, again pushing himself through his boxers onto her body, making her feel its weight and its roughness, making her wonder again what it would have felt in her.

Her hands went at its boxers and he let her take them down his legs, dragging them in a feverish quickness, desperate to have him inside of her, aching and wetting the ground under her.

Would there be a stain, the following day?

The ashamed part of her, hoped that there would be nothing to prove their aggressive coupling.

But she knew perfectly that her body had been marked for that purpose only, feeling the bruises as a badge of memory and honor.

She wanted to leave some of her own on him.

He raised them up so she sat on his laps, her back facing the mirror, meanwhile he stared into it, a few minutes before diverting his complete and utter attention towards her.

His manhood was so near to her, that she felt the tip brushing against her opening, meanwhile his hand continued to tease with his palm her pearl, making her grip onto him, her nails sinking in his neck.

She could feel him again, and the fact that there were no barriers other than his teasing smirk, made her crazy with pleasure and unsatisfaction.

“Shall we dance, my goddess?” he asked, smirking and pushing himself to align his member with her opening, just waiting for your subtle nod, before he entered her.

And she let him inside him.

The pain caught her first, meanwhile the fullness felt so so familiar that the invasion of him in her womanhood went unnoticed, although the pain was a constant reminder of it, pushing herself to harness even more onto him, her nails digging deeper, and for a moment she couldn’t help but feel like her fingers were suddenly claws.

She closed her eyes, to focus on the different sensations she was feeling and there Mr Langdon started moving, pushing himself in her, slowly and gently, trying to ease pain with friction.

And it somehow worked, mostly because she met his thrust, or tried to, because as soon as he realized how eager she was for him, he buckled into her roughly, having let her accommodate to his length (which wasn’t an easy job), meanwhile she ground her lips, trying to gain as much friction as she could.

But she was also trying to take control, pushing himself to “follow” her rhythm.

She pushed her head into the crook of his neck, biting down there, and hearing him moan loudly, meanwhile he sheathed himself into her deeply, and losing a beat, which was enough for her to gain control, bouncing herself up on him with enough strength that she couldn’t help but feel wild and feral.

Fire was burning both in her core and outside of it, meanwhile the temperature raised painfully in the room, and when she opened her eyes, she saw fire all around her.

It was as if her and Michael were surrounded by fire, and she, the following day would have thought it was just a hallucination, given by pleasure, but right now, that was her domain and that was her magic.

And then she turned to the mirror, to look at the sheer erotic vision that their entwined bodies would have been in it.

Her eyes found the mirror, and what she saw there shocked her to her own core, even more than the fire which surrounded them: Mr Langdon’s face was different from the one she donned daily, white and broken, covered in scars and with dark shiny eyes staring at the mirror, darker for the pleasure going through him.

She was honestly scared: it wasn’t human, but nothing in that room was.

But worst of all, neither she was.

Because not only Mr Langdon’s face was different, but hers, as she faced the mirror was marked by blood, glowing brightly meanwhile her eyes were suddenly red, almost as the deepest of flames in the fire that was around them, and for a moment she thought that it was the fire, making them shine that way.

But as she moved them, they kept on shining red, and her face bore golden tattoos of moons and lines.

She should have been scared of this, not knowing what the hell was happening, but she just kept her hips moving, turning her head towards Mr Langdon, or whatever demon was possessing him, and catching him smirking at her, as if he knew what she had seen.

As if he knew her own different appearance, appreciated it and found an equal in it.

“You look beautiful, don’t you” he spoke, his voice laced with roughness “…your true nature, finally out, my goddess”.

And she laughed.

Madness clearly taking over her.

But pleasure brought her away from those concerns, and she ended up soon losing each thought to the damnation of that dance.

She woke up, slightly confused about her surroundings, feeling the softness of her bed in the dorm, but her body couldn’t shake the feeling of cold parquet and skin on her own.

It was low key traumatic, and she was a bit comforted by the fellow presence of her beloved roommate, Mallory, who appeared on her side, clearly the one who had tried to wake her up.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty” joked her roommate, just hearing a tired gruntle from her, who turned on her stomach, and immediately felt her muscles flare in pain, and she let out a soft moan, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mallory “… did you pull a muscle, from too much sleeping?”.

She appreciated her roommate’s teasing, but couldn’t help but be feel like her head was going to murder her, much to the confusion in it, not only because of the physical strain she felt in all her body, but most importantly because she saw flashes of her memory from the previous night.

Mr Langdon on top of her, and inside of her, the horrific face and her own being transfigured roughly, into the one of a savage moon goddess.

“You do realize that you got me quite worried” continued mumbling Mallory, meanwhile she just hoped to be left alone, with her aching muscles and aching head “… what can I think of my roommate who is always up at 6 a.m., whereas today she slept till 12 a.m.”.

And this got quite a reaction out of her, who basically almost threw herself out of the bed and set her eyes onto the elegant clock on the wall, discovering that not only it was indeed 12 a.m., but more precisely it was 12:30 a.m.

She had missed the morning lessons.

She almost fell off the bed, as she tried to move outside of it, trying her best to get up quickly just to be pushed back in by her roommate, who explained to her, that they had the day off.

“… apparently, the dancing room, has caught fire, last night” quite a shocked expression appeared on her face “Mr Langdon was extremely annoyed by this, but they had no choice but to settle up in the dance room next to it, waiting for firefighters to give them the permission for the gas and smoke”.

And, meanwhile she was having a mental breakdown, because apparently the fire of last night was true, and if the fire was true, so were the faces, and…

…she was something more than human, almost demonic, from what she had seen.

“… but hey at least we have a day off” commented cheerily Mallory, but before she could do anything, her roommate was rushing out of her room.

She was a woman on a mission: finding Mr Langdon and asking him what it all meant.

Meanwhile Mr Langdon, or Michael, his true name, was looking at the hearth and waiting for the flame to give him some clue on the ritual having worked.

The one of the previous night had worked even too well, revealing her true nature with a great fire, which he would have gladly survived without, but it definitely proved to him that her powers were strong.

But untrained.

And how he had had fun teaching you his dance, the previous night.

“…my son” the hearth called him, and he came closer, almost brushing his finger against the fire.

“She is awake” he mumbled, almost in a trance, hearing a satisfied laugh from the hearth, roaring as the flames almost exited their rightful place “… I have found her”.

“Well, then I think that your job is done there” the voice told him, and he couldn’t help but feel proud of having accomplished the hardest of his tasks: finding a legend.

“…I’ll bring her on our side” and he looked as the fire died out “… we’ll be invincible”.

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Must Watch Thai Series for #StayHome Weekdays

In today’s current situation of the Covid-19 Pandemic, we are bound to stay at home and just binge-watch everything you see interesting in your Netflix account. I know you’re somehow got bored already in your list of Kdramas like Kingdom, Crash Landing on You, and Also the Spanish Series Money Heist that you’re fascinated into.

Lately, people started to notice various Thai Series especially those with an LGBTQ genre. BL or Boy Love Series are very well-known and well-represented in Thailand wherein they cater to different drama series where both men or women had a romantic relationship. One of which who trended and got viral is the couple Sarawat (Bright Vachirawit Chivaaree) and Tine (Win Metawin Opas-iamkajorn) from 2gether The Series by GMMTV.

Just to give you a synopsis of the story: Tine is a very handsome student and cheerleader in college, while Sarawat is one of the campus’ most popular guys and is also in the soccer and music club. When Tine is chased by Green, who he does not reciprocate feelings for — he ends up begging Sarawat to fake date with him in order to chase Green away.

I’m pretty much sure that people nowadays really are now open-minded in watching this kind of drama that got hooked with this kind of genre. Besides this hype BL series, you can backtrack a couple of Thai Series which will surely mark your hearts.

1.) TharnType The Series

Type is a dark, tall, and handsome freshman. Although he’s a warm boy, he is homophobic because he was molested by a man as a child. His life turns upside down when the new year of college brings along a very interesting person in his life —, a gay roommate, Tharn. Tharn is a very handsome music major with fair skin and mixed features. He is also openly gay. With a gay guy and a guy who hates gay men that have to share a small space together for the rest of the year.

Cast: Mew Suppasit, Gulf Kanawut, Mild Suttinut, Koklian Parinya, Kaownah Kittipat, Boat Napat

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2.) Love By Chance The Series

Pete is a handsome and rich university student that is incredibly timid. His shyness is caused by the fact that he tries to hide that he is secretly gay. By chance, Pete gets hit by a kind-heart boy on a bike. The boy, named Ae apologizes and helps him up. Whenever Pete trusts someone they use him for his wealth. While he was getting abused for money, Ae saves him. Over time, Ae protects Pete from the world; he takes care of him. But somewhere between the intense closeness and soft touches, Ae begins to feel more than how a friend would. Yet, Pete doesn't want Ae to know the pain of being ridiculed for dating a man. Thus he ignores his feelings for Ae. But Pete falls deeper and deeper in love with the kind-heart boy on the bike who once hit him, by chance.

Cast: Saint Suppapong, Perth Tanapon, Mean Phiravich, Plan Rathavit, Mark Siwat, Gun Napat

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3.) Until We Meet Again The Series

Korn and In's love was bound to be doomed. Midst the chaos, while Intouch kept on fighting for their future, Korn could not deal with all the suffering his lover was facing and decided to give up. Years later, a freshly returned to Thailand, Pharm (19) who is a freshman in T-University has grown up always feeling like he is waiting for someone. Being riddled with sad dreams that always left him waking up with a wet face, fear of loud noises, and a birthmark on his temple, the boy has always felt like there is someone he is missing. Dean (21), the third year swimming club's president at T- University has also spent his life searching for someone whose faces he can not remember. The red thread of fate that had tied them together in their past life once again pulls the two boys back to each other, tying them to each other and a past that might not be worth remembering, but a love that is unforgettable. Because the red thread that binds the two hearts together will always lead one back to the other. Even though it might tangle or stretch, but it will never break.

Cast: Fluke Natouch Siripongthon, Ohm Thitiwat Ritprasert, Katsamonnat Namwirote

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4.) 2 Moons / 2 Moons 2 The Series

Wayo is accepted at the Kantaphat University, in the Faculty of Sciences; in the same institution, he studies, Phana, a second-year boy he has always been in love with, though he never managed to talk to him. When Wayo has the chance to become the “moon” of his faculty, the two will begin to spend time together because Phana himself has been the “moon” of the medical school the previous year and must supervise the freshmen participating in the competition. Despite initially the strong character of Phana makes it difficult for Wayo any more simple interaction, the two slowly get closer and closer. So, Wayo began to visit friends of Phana, Beam and Kit; it is the latter who suddenly falls in love with Ming, Wayo’s best friend, who begins to court him despite his initial haste.

Cast: Fluke Natouch Siripongthon, Ohm Thitiwat Ritprasert, Katsamonnat Namwirote

Watch Here: 2 Moons | 2 Moons 2

5.) Why R U? The Series

Tutor is said to be ‘wise’ beyond his age and acts rationally, while Fighter is the emotional kind. They started having some animosity with each other but developed a close relationship right after.

Saifah is a popular musician and is often engaged in acts of mischief while Zon is shy yet stubborn. He is also a sci-fi writer. Due to a bet made with his sister Zol, he starts writing sci-fi stories. But after being scolded by his parents for not studying properly, his writing is cut short. Later, when his friends tell him to steal ideas from his sister, he sees that his name is being used in her fiction along with his enemy, Saifah.

Cast: Saint Suppapong Udomkaewkanjana, Zee Pruk Panich, Tommy Sittichok Pueakpoolpol, Jimmy Karn Kritsanaphan

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6.) Sotus / Sotus S The Series

There's a university system called SOTUS (an acronym which stands for Seniority, Order, Tradition, Unity and Spirit - a tradition in which upper classmen sometimes exploit and even abuse freshmen and others seeking acceptance). Junior level students are required to mentor those freshmen and be respected in return. Enter a rather assertive and vocal freshy at the Engineering faculty named Kongpob who gets to be under the mentorship of Artit, a strict Junior who happens to be the boss of his year.

Cast: Singto Prachaya Ruangroj, Krist Perawat Sangpotirat

Watch Here: Sotus (Also available in Netflix) | Sotus S

7.) Love Sick The Series

Phun has a girlfriend but his father wants him to date his friend's daughter. Phun's little sister, Pang, is obsessed with boys' love. Phun's father doesn't listen to Phun well but adores his little sister Pang. So Phun needs to convince Pang that he has a boyfriend so that she can help talk their father out of the idea of dating his friend's daughter. Noh is in need of a higher school budget for his school club or he will be in huge trouble. Phun knowing he is able to help Noh out with his problem decides to ask Noh to become his fake boyfriend in exchange for helping Noh raising fund for his Music Club. However, the two 17-years-old high school boys eventually fall in love after the deal brought them closer together.

Cast: White Nawat, Captain Chonlatorn, Ngern Anupart, Prim Primrose, August Vachiravit

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8.) Make it Right The Series

Based on the popular BL novel entitled "Make It Right," this drama follows the adventures and love lives of high school students. Fuse is a gentle and sensitive boy who is heartbroken because of his girlfriend who cheated on him, so he tries to get over her by getting drunk with his friends at a party. There he meets his friend Tee and ends up sleeping with him that night. How is he going to cope with his new feelings for another boy and just how many boys who struggle with the same feelings are there at his school?

Watch Here: Season 1 | Season 2

9.) Dark Blue Kiss The Series

The continuation of Kao, Pete, Sun, and Mork's story. Kao and Pete being in a blissful romance, have grown closer. But with Kao being closeted from his mother, he fears the dreaded thought of her finding out. His mother then introduces Non, a son of a colleague, as he requires tutoring from Kao. With Non constantly giving off 'iffy' vibes towards Kao, it only fuels Pete's jealousy. Their relationship is put in strain, but through this, they must ultimately overcome each other's flaws. They both blossom in their youthfulness coated by their everlasting fondness for one another. Surrounded by the wonder of dark blue, Pete and Kao surrender to their feelings.

Sun starts taking hints from his unrequited love and slowly gives up on Kao. Through this Mork happened to possibly comfort him. Whilst Sun pushes Rain to stay away from Mork, the younger man's uncontrollable behavior brings him in. As his wildness is intriguing, Sun's seriousness holds Mork down somewhat. Underneath it all, the two start to care for each other. However, with Mork's dangerous life, he can't shake who he is. But maybe he can for someone like Sun.

Cast: New Thitipoom Techaapaikhun, Tay Tawan Vihokratana, AJ Chayapol Jutamat, Podd Suphakorn Sriphothong, Fluke Gawin Caskey

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10.) My Engineer The Series (On-Going)

When Bohn, the popular engineering student, starts a revenge plan on Duen, the innocent first-year medical student, their feelings slowly start to grow through roses that Duen has to buy for Bohn every day for a month. The series brings out the different side of each couple and their journey with friends and relationships. Join us and see how their feelings slowly evolve between each other through the 4 couples.

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Additional Thai BL Series You Might Want to Watch:

11.) En Of Love The Series (On-Going)

Watch Here: Tossara | Love Mechanics

12.) Theory of Love The Series

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13.) Together With Me The Series

Watch Here: Season 1 | Season 2

14.) He’s Coming to Me The Series

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15.) The Best of Twins The Series

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16.) What The Duck The Series

Watch Here: Season 1 | Season 2

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