thank u guys for 100 followers!! it’s truly crazy to me how much traction my stuff has gotten (even tho in a bigger perspective it’s only a but bit its a lot to me). i always read fanfic when i was in middle school, then took a break, then started reading again in high school when i found the marauders and never thought i would actually write any. i only started writing about two months ago and i’m glad i’ve grown a following here :)
i decided i want to do a small special to
hopefully get me writing some more. it's a little early for Valentine's Day, but i wanted to get a jumpstart bc it’s so cutesy. and i’m not expecting too many requests so this should be feasible for me. leave ur requests in my ask box!!
requests for this are open!
💌 love letter — send me a description of yourself and i'll ship you with a character (pls send gender preferences and fandom!)
🌹 roses — send me a character and a scenario/idea/au and i'll make a moodboard (ex. cowboy remus, watching a movie w harry, etc)
💘 heart — send me a character and a prompt/scenario and i'll write a blurb
characters i’m writing for:
marauders: james potter, remus lupin, sirius black
harry potter: harry potter, george weasley, fred weasley, ron weasley
inhaler: ryan mcmahon, eli hewson, josh jenkinson, robert keating
Chapter 2 of my fic "Dusk Til Dawn" which can be found on AO3!
Native New Yorker - Odyssey
It was an ordinary day. Nothing out of the unusual. I woke up on time, which I always did, drank my tea, ate my toast, applied my makeup, threw my work uniform on, and was out the door in about forty-five minutes. I lugged my tote bag over my shoulder, which kept slipping off my coat - a ridiculously expensive purchase I had bought one night during a cocaine bender. I quit drugs the next day when I woke up to a fur coat perched on the edge of my bed, a half naked man snoring beside me, and a cat I had never seen before meowing at my door.
This fur coat was a natural tan color and had cost me a hundred and fifty dollars, of which I certainly could not afford. I walked the four blocks to the diner where I worked, a cigarette perched between my fingers. My work uniform was simple - skin color stockings, and a stupid powder blue collared dress that came to my mid-thighs. I guess the owner wanted the “pretty girls to attract customers” but the only thing it attracted was unwanted comments.
“Mornin’ Arthur.” I hollered when I sauntered through the door into the mercifully warm diner.
My manager appeared from the back, carrying boxes from a new shipment, a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Mornin’ Aurora. You can start by sortin’ silverware and filling up those damn ketchup bottles. Closers neglected yet again.”
I rolled my eyes and huffed. The closers could never do anything fucking right. I worked mornings during the week and Friday and Saturday nights. Sunday was my only day off. I put a few quarters into the jukebox and soon David Bowie was serenading me as I rolled silverware into their respective paper napkins.
As customers started to trickle in this Thursday morning, I abandoned my side work to serve them. The day passed as normal. I got off shift around 5:15 and after a hamburger, I slipped on my fur coat and headed back towards my apartment. These four blocks were often filled with annoying teenagers shouting things out at me.
Complaints aside, I actually didn’t mind the walk. I relished the crisp air in the colder months and the soft breeze in the warmer months. This walk was a time for thinking. I zoned out and allowed any thoughts in my head to turn over and salivate. It usually took me approximately one cigarette to get home. Sometimes two if it was the summer and I was in a good mood.
Greenpoint, Brooklyn, of which I called home, was nice enough. I thought back to the expensive brownstone that my aunt, whom I used to live with, owned in Williamsburg. She kicked me out when I was nineteen after she found me passed out in the bathtub the morning after a bender. I ashed my cigarette and walked up my steps to a brownstone that had been split into four different apartments. The flight of stairs up to my second floor residence was always littered with cigarette butts but at least it was safe.
Once I took off my coat, I brewed a pot of tea. My aunt always had the most disgusting coffee brewing so I never got into that harsh black liquid. I shuddered just thinking about it. I wondered how she was doing. After I moved out, we called each other every now and then for a few months but that slowly trickled to nothing. It’s been two years since I talked to her.
Our relationship was never that close and that was fine with the both of us. We were more like roommates than relatives. She had her life, I had mine. The only rule we had was to keep the noise down. I moved in with my aunt at ten years old when my mother was murdered. My father was so distraught over her death he fled the country and started a new life for himself. I never really cared too much to contact him.
Only once when I was 17 did I try to find him but it led to too many dead ends. And that was the end of my curiosity. I found out during this research that my mother was shot during a gang fight when she got caught in the misfire. Sometimes I had nightmares about her mangled body on the street, cold and lifeless. The funeral was stuffy and quiet. I don’t recall much else.
I attended a public school in Brooklyn that I can’t quite recall. Could have been PS 144 or PS 81. I can’t say I learned too much. I had my first job waitressing at 16 and subsequently stopped caring about school. However, my aunt disagreed with this belief. She held education to a high regard and wouldn’t let me drop out. The only time she showed real parenting. I walked across the graduation stage alone and came home to my aunt who was two bottles of wine deep, passed out on the couch watching “Jeopardy” alone.
We were both addicts and I guess that’s why we didn’t work out as “roommates”. Our front door was a revolving portal for men, booze, and bad decisions. I guess that’s where all my bad influence comes from, but I probably would have ended up the same way either way.
I sipped my tea and stuffed my hand into a bag of chips. My apartment was small, more like a studio if anything. If you opened the door too fast, it would swing right into the kitchen, which then banged loudly against the counters, a clear design flaw. The kitchen was on the right, a living room/dining room straight ahead. A bedroom with an attached bathroom was on the left.
All of my furniture and decorations I had bought second hand or taken for free off the street. I saved my money for things I actually cared about, like clothes, coats, shoes, makeup, and handbags. All the second hand stuff made the apartment eclectic and cozy. There was a large window that faced the west, so the setting sun would bring golden light and warmth in the afternoon. My brown tabby cat, whom I had named Stella, was currently in her small bed, sleeping next to the radiator.
I went to the bathroom to take off my makeup, a sweet relief which could only be closely followed by taking off the entrapments of a bra. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but to pick at my skin imperfections. Squeezing pimples was a nasty habit that I developed during my early tween years and found that I could never drop it.
My green eyes looked back at me. My lips and my eyes were always my favorite features of my face. I loved decorating my face with makeup. I always just got the cheap shit from the drugstore. Once a year I would splurge on a fancy perfume, usually around Christmas or my birthday.
I ran a brush through my ginger hair which was slightly wavy, but not curly. I had bleached it once at sixteen but had let it fade since. I was debating cutting bangs now. I went back to the living area and grabbed a pack of Parliaments.
I stepped out onto the fire escape, lighting a cigarette. I rubbed my shoulders, forgetting the chill. The city ambience washed over my body while I inhaled the nicotine. I had dreams once of being a journalist, imagining myself chasing down stories and criminals. That was quickly buried by the time I turned fifteen. I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my life.
I flicked my cigarette off the balcony and stepped back through the window. I grabbed a knit blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, put a record on, and sat behind my typewriter. Even though my dreams of being a journalist disappeared, my love for writing never did. When I felt as though I was lost in life, aimless and depressed, I turned to writing. This meant I had dozens of unfinished stories scattered throughout the apartment.
Most nights I would open a beer and sit in front of the television, watching whatever was on. Sleep would lull my eyes shut after a while and I would stumble to my bed, slip my pajamas on and flop onto my queen size bed which miraculously I had found on the side of the street. I had snatched it up, lugging it all the way home, cursing and crying under its tremendous weight. I saved up to buy a bed frame second hand for it. I did a thorough inspection of the mattress but two years later and I haven’t gotten bugs or itches from it. Being broke makes a person desperate.
Once my beer reached the bottom of the bottle and my paper ran out of room on the typewriter, I decided to call it a night. I took a hot shower, and got into bed. After a few minutes I felt Stella jump up, meowing her presence to me.
inspo playlist for the marauders fic my friend and i are writing…. stay tuned it’s gonna be soooo good. it’s gonna be posted on my friend’s ao3 profile, her user is the same as her tumblr: @inkymoon16 and mine is @ msmoony7 !!
Preface to my new Marauders AU fic that's up on AO3! Same title, same username :) **For the full fic, please go to ao3
Summary
The Start -
They never warn you about falling in love. Feeling yourself tumble through the air, hoping someone is there to catch you at the bottom. They never bother to mention all the dangers that come with it. The heartbreak. The sacrifices. The fights. All the tears that have flowed. The way one so willingly tears themself apart in order to patch together the other person. I know all these dangers because I lived them.
I fell in love. Hard. Probably with the wrong man at the wrong time. But isn’t that what being young and alive is all about? It was the 70s, I was in my 20s, of course I was in love. I was in love with rock and roll, drugs, money. I was love with him.
If asked to do it all over again would I? Without a doubt. If it meant I got the man I loved, then yes, I would have lived this life a thousand times over. And this life was certainly not an easy one.
This is a story of love and heartbreak. Of a time in New York’s history where gangsters ruled the streets more than cops. A safe area? Never heard of it.
This is about love prevailing through the hardest of times and coming out the other end breathless, but somehow still alive. Love is not without scars, of course. I learned that love is about showing those scars to your lover and instead of turning away, they kiss them better.
Yet there must be a balance to everything. There cannot be love without loss. There cannot be good without evil. Loss teaches you more about love than Cupid ever could.
My new fanfic of a Marauders AU where they're in the Mafia is up on AO3!! Same username, same title :)
Summary:
New York. 1970s. Gangsters patrol the streets. Crime litters the streets just as much as cigarettes.
Aurora Brooks is just trying to live her ordinary life. She never asked to be involved with one of the most dangerous and infamous mafia groups of the United States. When The Marauders find out that she's actually the daughter of their rival boss, they set plans to hold her for ransom. Under their constant surveillance, Aurora learns about her heritage and just how perilous her situation is. Of course, the constant bickering with the most wanted criminal in America, Sirius Black, doesn't help. Through one whirlwind of a year, they learn just how important love and loss can be.
Summary: you and Sirius go ice skating on the great lake (fluff)
Word Count: 360
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“Ahh!” you shout as you tumble down onto the cold ice. You look around and see Sirius hunched over laughing at you on the other side of the lake. He skates over to you with ease and helps you to your feet.
“You know,” he starts, “you’re supposed to stay on your feet, not your bum.”
You stare daggers into him and he slowly starts to back away from you with his hands held up in the air.
“Wait, come back! I can’t go more than two feet without falling.”
He comes back and grabs your hand, trying to help you forward. You make it about five feet this time before falling again.
“Wow, you really are bad at this,” Sirius chuckles while he helps you up once more, dusting the ice off your clothes.
“I’m not bad at this,” you contest, “you’re just abnormally good at this. How are you so good at this?”
“Remus, James, and I go skating here every year. Plus I’m just good at everything I do,” he replies with a smile. He’s not wrong. That man is good at everything he does.
“Grab my hands,” he says.
You grab them and he stands facing you, helping you forwards.
You slowly start to get the hang of it with his help. He moves next to you and is now only holding onto one of your hands.
You finally make one lap around the lake with his help and he lets go of your hand to cheer for you. In your excitement, you lose your balance once more and begin to fall over. He runs in to try and keep you up but fails as you end up falling on top of him.
“You can skate backwards and I can’t even stay on my feet for more than a minute,” you huff while still laying on top of him, burying your head onto his chest.
“Sorry, love. We can’t all be good at everything we do,” he says with a smile as he pulls your chin up and leaves a soft kiss on your lips. “C’mon, let’s go get you some butterbeer to cheer you up.”
Summary: you and James wake up to snow covering your door leaving you trapped in your house, in desperate need to find ways to pass the time (nsfw)
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“Babe, turn the lights off, it’s so bright in here,” you mutter to your boyfriend as you stir awake.
“Haven’t even gotten out of bed yet, the lights aren’t on. Come, go back to sleep,” he says back to you while pulling you back in closer to his chest, all without opening his eyes.
“I won’t be able to sleep, it’s too bright in here.”
You begin to get up from your shared bed and are met with James’s strong arms pulling you back onto the bed.
“Noooo,” he wines.
“James,” you respond sternly.
He lets go of your body with an over dramatic frown on his face with big puppy eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” you say, kissing him on the cheek, which makes his frown go away.
As you get up, you realize that the lights are, in fact, not on. You walk over to the source of the brightness in the room, the window, and gasp at what your eyes are met with. The snow is nearly up to the window, and it is certainly going to be covering your front door.
“We’re snowed in!” you yell.
“What?” James says to you as he gets up from the bed and walks over to where you’re standing. “Oh shit, we’re snowed in.”
“I knew it was supposed to snow. I didn’t think it’d be that bad,” you say. “What’re we supposed to do about tonight?”
“I’m sure Remus and Sirius are snowed in as well. I’ll give them a call.” James gives you a kiss and walks away towards the living room phone to call your friends. The pair of you were supposed to go to their house tonight for your annual Christmas dinner. That is, before you were snowed in.
James comes back into the room after a few minutes.
“They’re snowed in as well, said we can come over another night.”
“Well, that’s good.”
The two of you stare out the window, still in shock of the amount of snow that lays on the ground.
“Ugh, what’re we supposed to do now? I can’t believe I’m stuck inside with you all day,” you say jokingly.
“Hey!” James shouts in response.
“Only teasing, lovey,” you reply, leaning back onto his chest as he wraps his arms around you.
“I can think of a few things we can do to pass the time,” James whispers in your ear. The air in the room is cold, but the warmth of his breath spreads throughout your entire body.
“Oh, yeah? And what’s that,” you say back as he begins trailing kisses down your neck, inadvertently moving your neck to give him more area to kiss.
“Let me show you.”
You turn around and are immediately met with his lips on yours. You can feel in his movements how desperate he is, and you’re just the same. His hands are roaming all over your body as if his life depends on it.
His hands are on your waist and yours are in his hair. He pulls you by your pajama pants as he sits with his back against the headboard. You get on top, straddling him, and begin slowly grinding against him as one of his hands lies on your back to support and encourage you to keep going. He slips his other hand up your t-shirt and takes one of your breasts in his hand. You and him have been together a long time, and know exactly how to pleasure the other.
You tug on the bottom of his t-shirt and take it off while he takes off yours, leaving you both topless. You go back to kissing and eventually, you begin making your way down his neck, then his chest, then finally, down to his stomach right above his boxers. You look up to meet his eyes and give him one final kiss on his lower stomach before you pull down his boxers and reveal his hard dick.
You give him a quick stroke with your hand before putting your lips around the head of his penis. You bob your head up and down quickly and use one of your hands to pump the rest of his length. He groans in pleasure and throws his head back as he gathers your hair in his hand to help guide your head. After a few minutes of this, you can tell he’s close. Before he can finish, he pulls you off of him and up to meet his lips once more.
He flips you two around so that now he’s on top of you, and he kisses down your neck and makes his way to your breasts. He grips one in his hand and his lips are attacking the other. After a while of this, he continues down your body, eventually making his way towards the place you need him most. He pulls down your pants and throws them to the floor. He begins sucking on your clit and you instinctively grip his curls. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, holding them open as wide as possible.
“Fuck, Jamie, that feels so good,” you babble consumed by pleasure, you struggle to speak without a waver in your voice.
You look down at James and see him looking back at you with pure lust in his eyes. If he could, he would die happily between your thighs. He begins fingering you and you try to close your legs from the overstimulation, but his strong arms are holding you open.
“James, I’m so close,” you wine.
“C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me,” he instructs.
You quickly come to your high as James continues to work his magic. You pull his hair till he comes back face to face with you and you kiss him once more, tasting yourself on his lips. You flip over once more so that you’re on top once again. You take his hard dick and pump it a few times before slipping onto him.
“Oh fuck, James, you feel so fucking good,” you say as you begin riding him.
“Mhm, yeah, just like that, sweetheart. Keep going.”
Before long, James flips you onto your back and he begins thrusting into you.
“Jamie, I’m so close, don’t stop,” you plead.
He begins rubbing circles around your clit and you feel yourself on the brink of your climax.
“Cum for me, baby,” James says as he reaches his own climax, cumming inside you. He lays down next to you, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your high.
After a little while of just laying there, not speaking, he gets up and gets a rag to clean you off. Once he’s done with this, he gets back into bed with you, pulling you into his arms.
“Fuck, that was so good. We should do that more often,” he says to you, giving you a long, passionate kiss.
“Mhm, so good,” you mutter into his chest as the two of you fall back to sleep.
Summary: you and james play outside in the snow at hogwarts
Word count: 440
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You wake up in your dorm to a very excited James. Him being up this early was not out of the ordinary. It was the snowgear that he was wearing that spiked your curiosity.
“It’s snowing!” he shouts like a child once he sees that you’re awake.
You get up and look out the window and see that it is, in fact, snowing outside. The snow must have started overnight because there’s a thick layer of snow on the ground that looks perfect to play in.
“C’mon, Remus and Sirius are already outside!” he practically shouts at you, unable to contain his excitement.
“Give me a minute, I opened my eyes five seconds ago,” you say while stretching and letting out a big yawn.
You get ready quickly and James helps you into your snow gear.
“James, I think this is a bit much,” you say to him while he helps you put on your gloves.
“Nope, can’t chance you getting cold,” he replies, giving you a kiss on the forehead and then the lips.
Finally, you make it outside and James could not be happier. He quickly runs to Sirius and Remus to join in whatever trouble they’re currently getting up to. You make it to the boys and see that they started making an army of snowmen.
“Look, that’s me,” Sirius says, pointing to a snowman that has on sunglasses and a black scarf, “and that’s Remus,” he points to the snowman next to it that’s wearing a sweater and a brown scarf around its neck.
“Help us make you two,” Remus says.
The four of you start making different sized snowballs to make into the head and body for you and James. You make James first, equipped with his glasses and a quidditch broom by its side.
Lastly, you make yourself into a snowman. James puts a charm onto the snowman to put blush and lipstick on his face, and puts a book in its stick arm.
The four of you take a step back to admire your work and immediately burst out laughing.
“They look just like us!” you laugh.
“They’re perfect,” James adds, wrapping an arm around you.
“C’mon,” you hear Sirius shout from beside you, “let’s go start a snowball fight.”
The four of you spend the rest of the afternoon enchanting snowballs to be thrown at anyone and everyone who decides to come out and play in the snow, resulting in a schoolwide snowball fight.
Eventually, the cold catches up to you, so you and James go back up to his dorm to warm up. Today was a scene straight from a movie, and you can’t help but feel excited to see what the rest of this winter with James brings.
Today was the day. The Inhaler concert. My friend and I had been planning this day for months. When we bought the concert tickets I felt an unmatched happiness and anticipation for the date. I had been a fan of Inhaler since 2020 and I was confident of my lyric knowledge.
I had introduced my friend to the band a couple months ago and she immediately loved them. We planned to get to the city early so that we could wait on line and get barricade. I really wanted to be as close to the music as possible and I didn't care how long I waited. We had packed lunch and dinner in disposable baggies in order to not leave the line. Even though the band is not that well known, we didn't want to take any chances.
I checked my phone and it was around 5:00. Doors open soon. Waiting in the line all day made those final 2 hours feel like nothing. We had managed to be some of the first people on line so barricade was almost a guarantee. My stomach danced in the anticipation of seeing the boys on stage. I had dreamed of this day for so long. All those hours of watching interviews and concert footage and I was finally going to see them in person. I smiled thinking about it.
We had picked our outfits months ago - our anticipation getting the best of us. I had on Levi's jeans, a black tank top, and since it was a little chilly out, a jean jacket. The outfit was very 70s inspired. My hair was down around my shoulders and we had both done our makeup. My friend had on leather pants, Vans, and a purple bralette. As the time got closer to doors opening, we could hear their soundchecks. I could hear "My Honest Face" and "Cheer Up Baby" faintly through the doors. My heart raced, anticipating hearing those up close to my face.
The doors finally opened and we raced inside. The cool inside felt nice against my skin and the open floor made my feet pick up speed. Next thing I know, we got barricade. I looked at my friend and we both broke into massive grins.
"Thank God. We did it." She said. We were so close to the stage. Like so close. If one of the band members kneeled down, they would be right in my face. My heart rate once again picked up. All of them were so fine. I know my friend fancied Eli, but I personally fancied Bobby. God, he was so hot. I literally felt myself blushing just thinking about him. And the fact that in just a couple hours he would be right in front of me made me blush harder.
The time seemed to drag by so slowly. The opening act was good, but nothing crazy. 30 minutes left until they came on. The tension in the pit was palpable. Everyone was nervous but beyond excited.
The lights went out. I felt my heart drop to the floor and my face broke out into a massive grin. This was the moment. Finally. As the lights came back on, shining upon their bodies I blushed for no reason. There they were. Bobby looked so fucking good. I could see my friend practically drooling over Eli.
Bobby's microphone was at the perfect angle where we kept making eye contact. I didn't want to seem delusional but after a couple repeated times, it felt as though he was seeking me out. So I acted it up a little. Dancing in a sexy way and sending him flirtatious smirks. He reciprocated one of the smirks and I felt my heart flutter.
At one point during "My King Will Be Kind" Bobby came close to barricade and bent down in front of me. He started strumming his guitar directly at me and I could see every detail in his beautiful face. I gazed right into his eyes and saw they were glazed with adrenaline and lust. My stomach was filled with butterflies. He grabbed my chin and whispered "Meet me outside later" close to my face before backing away. He winked and stood back up.
Holy shit. I looked to my friend for confirmation that this did actually happen and I wasn't hallucinating. Her face was flooded with shock. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled at her. The girls near me kept shooting daggers with their eyes, but I couldn't care less.
For the rest of the concert, Bobby and I kept making eye contact. I had no idea where on Earth I was supposed to meet him, but I would find it. I just had to make sure no other fans followed us.
As soon as the concert finished, my friend and I tried to get out of the venue as quickly as we could. Outside on the street we went around the corner to see if there was an exit that we could find. Down a side alley there was an unmarked door and we both shrugged before entering the dark alley.
"Honestly if we die while waiting for this band it was so worth it." She said.
I nodded. "Oh, absolutely."
Fortunately, we did not have to wait long. Josh came through the door first, followed by Ryan. They waved to us, clearly unphased by our presence. They waited at the end of the alley with their hands in their pockets. Eli and Robert came out and he immediately smiled at me.
"Hello gorgeous." Bobby said to me. I gave him a seductive smile and he put his arm around my back.
"Where are we going?" I ask, as I could hear my friend strike up a conversation with Eli.
"The bar next door - there's cheap drinks and dancing."
"Perfect."
We entered the bar, the bouncer barely checking us. The music was loud and pounded against my heart. It was dark and dimly lit, with a makeshift dance floor on the side. We approached the bar and he came close to my face. "Let me buy you a drink. I didn't get your name either."
"Rum and coke. It's Sienna."
"Sienna. What a lovely name. Well I guess you know I'm Bobby."
I laughed. "Really? Didn't know." I said sarcastically, which made him crack a smile at this. We got our drinks and he put his arm around me again.
"Come on, let's dance." He led me towards the dance floor and I felt my heart swoon at the sight of him, sweaty in dim bar lightning. He had combat boots, jeans, and a faded band t-shirt on. I wanted to consume him at that moment. His eyes roamed over me in the same way.
The music danced around us as we screamed the well known lyrics at each other. Each moment was getting more lustful as he leaned towards me. His lips caught mine and the world was suddenly on fire. It was like nothing else mattered. His hands grabbed my hips as mine grabbed his hair. We made out like that for a while. We kept dancing and making out. In between small talk conversation of course.
The time you had with Coriolanus was short so you both knew you had to make the most out of it whenever you saw each other. You performed on Saturday nights at the Hob, singing for your money. Since Coriyo was a Peacekeeper now he had strict times but the weekends were more relaxed.
It was now that you were strumming your guitar and singing, your eyes searching the crowd for Coriyo and his piercing blue eyes.
You spotted him from the stage, brooding in the corner and your heart skipped a beat. You just couldn’t get over how attractive he was. Sure, as mentor he was very handsome in his Academy uniform, but there was something rugged and sexy about the shaved hair and uniform. The dog tags that hung around his neck made you crazy every time he was on top of you.
Your thoughts got lost for a moment and you stumbled over your words in the song. After a few more songs you exited the stage. He met you in an alleyway and put his arms around your waist, holding you in close. You buried your head in his warm chest and he rested his chin upon your head. His hands roamed around your waist and you could feel his hunger.
You looked up at him and met his lips. He pushed you ever so slightly so your back was against a wall. He propped one hand up on the wall beside your head, the other hand cupping your face. He bent his head down, his soft lips brushing against yours. You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer and he deepened the kiss, reading your lust.
His hand started to roam your body and you moaned slightly into his lips. You could feel him hard against you, making you wet in response. He broke the kiss, whisking you into a nearby makeshift bathroom. He locked the door, leaning you up against it. He ripped his shirt off revealing his toned stomach and abs. He bent down to you, kissing your neck. You moaned in his ear because he knew exactly what you liked. He slowly began to loosen your corset and you pulled away and threw it off, hungry for his touch.
Once your top was off he looked at your chest, taking in your breasts. He bent lower, putting a tongue on your nipple, swirling it around in his mouth. You grabbed his neck, moaning in delight. You don't care how loud your moans are because the music drowns you out easily. He pulled your skirt down and took off his pants, showing how hard his erection was in his boxers. You threw one hand around his neck, palming him through his boxers. He gasped in your ear and you feel a shiver run down your spine. You pull down his boxers to his feet and get on your knees. You look up at him and his eyes are glazed over in lust. You spit a little on his dick and swirl your tongue around the head, using your hand to pump the rest of his length. He groans, encouraging you. You take the entirety of his dick into your throat and he grabs the back of your head. Pumping him in and out makes him feel so good so you keep going for a bit. He pulls out, breathless. You get up off your knees and lean against the sink.
You grab the cool sides while he inserts his dick into your hole from behind. You gasp out when you feel his length inside. He starts to moan as he thrusts into you. He slaps your ass and has his hands on your hips. He pulls your hair slightly making your head tilt back. You look at him in the grimey mirror above the sink. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror and it’s so intense you feel a heavy connection with him. He keeps pounding you from behind, his boxers still around his ankles.
His thrusts begin to get a bit sloppy as he nears his finish. You are moaning and gasping with just how good he feels. You can feel your climax building and your clit is throbbing with pleasure.
“Say my name when you come.” He commands, breathless.
“Coriyo… Coriyo… I’m gonna come soon. I’m gonna come.”
“Good.”
He grunts and slaps your ass again. You gasp out his name as you finish, feeling him finish inside you. He leans on your back, holding you close. You wriggle around and face him. You hold him in your arms, breathless. He buries his head in your neck kissing you more. You grab the back of his neck pulling him closer.
