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kvllerdreams ─ selective and low activity indie rp blog, penned by ren (she/her, gmt , 25+ ) dash only.
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i ✨ love ✨ when karma works and i’m proven right even if it is years later
abel pulled the keys to the toyota from his pocket and tossed them to her without hesitation. "the car drives fine. it's old but reliable," he glanced toward the door. "i'll grab your lipgloss when i take your car. don't worry about it." eyes flicked down to her bare feet. "find shoes in her closet or grab some from by the door. you can't drive barefoot and you can't leave prints anywhere else in this house. and before you get out of the car, take them off. don't wan't to leave the print of her shoes anywhere," his voice was clipped, efficient. "the toyota's parked on the next block down on eighteenth. you'll see it." male was already mentally running through his own timeline. getting her car out of here, disposing of it properly, making sure the crew had everything they needed before they arrived. too many moving pieces, too many things that could still go wrong. decides against asking for her keys, he'll hotwire it. make the car seem like it was stolen should anybody find it, which they won't. because it'll be burned before being dumped into a lake deep in the woods. "go," timbre is much gentler than when he'd first entered the home. moving toward the door, and opening it slightly to check the street. "don't speed, don't draw attention. just drive straight there." his hand found her lower back briefly, a final gesture before she left. "text me when you're there. and ainsley?" he waited until she looked at him. "we're going to talk about all of this later. but right now, just focus on getting to safety."
the year or model of a car never bothered ainsley, her own car was a glorified rust bucket waiting to drive its last mile ... which she realised that soon it would be doing just that. "okay i'll grab some shoes and go", femme nods at his instructions, the safe house they would need to go to and the rules she'd need to adhere to on the way — not that she was a speeder, unlike abel himself. with a pair of slightly too big sneakers on her feet she tugs her bag up her shoulder and makes for the door. her stomach starts to knot at the realisation that she would need to do this step alone, trust herself not to make a mistake like she's clearly been doing all night long according to abel. "alright i'll be good, no cops will bother their asses with me", promises with a tight smile, hoping that what she was saying was true. "yeah, we are", because there were a lot of things that needed to be discussed about what had gone down here tonight and ainsley wasn't going to feel at ease until it happened. with one final look at him she stepped outside, holding her purse to her side and the keys in her hand as she walked down the block like abel had told her. spotting the old car she attempted to keep her gait slow and easy, unlocking it and dropping her purse beside her. now alone it felt like the entire day was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe as she tried to slot the key into the ignition. after a few failed attempts the engine finally turned over, a welcome hum around her as she pulled away from the sidewalk and began driving toward the safe house. the drive was thankfully uneventful, the roads quiet but not empty, her palms sweating against the wheel until she parked up at the house and tugged out her phone — i'm here, going inside now.
"why can't i just fucking keep my toy? you're just arguing back for the sake of it …" she's pouting, but it's true. it's not like he didn't also have fun when she started breaking out all the toys from the chest beneath her bed. "i don't know, i've had a couple of men in the past that i just had to fake it with. it's a pretty good skill we women have, who knows? maybe i've been faking it this entire time and i'm just that good at pretending?" hums as she continues to pump his hard cock into her hand, looking at the brunette across the room for a second before blues are brought back to boyfriend. "keenan, she's my friend. if i tell her to drink the cum and then spit it in my mouth, she's going to listen to me, not you," points out with a saccharine smile. keenan may not like to hear that, but it was the truth. he could boss dylan around, and she'd eventually comply, but she knows ayla well enough. and perhaps that power would go to dylan's head. "you didn't even say please," she's laughing before she even gets the entire sentence out, knowing damn well he wasn't going to start now either. "you should be a dick to him. you won't have any consequences, and you can save me from them since i won't have to be a brat myself," hums as she glances toward the male to seek out his reaction, earning a laugh from the femme just as she undoes the strings to the bottoms of her bikini. sloppily tosses them in ayla's direction, letting out a whine when his palm comes down on ass. "mhm … i love getting you all riled up, you know? until you take out all the frustration on me."
"because you said you were gonna use it to go against my rules princess, i'm not gonna take a chance so sorry but you'll just have to hope you can be good enough this weekend to earn my dick in all your holes." her comment is absurd enough to make him laugh, shaking his head in amusement at the mere thought of dylan faking it while they'd been together. "dyl ... every time i fuck your cunt it almost cuts off the blood supply to my dick when you cum, there's no faking that." he pitied the men who came before him for never getting to experience the bliss that was her walls clamping around their cock as she crumbled beneath them. he might be outnumbered with one of her friends in the room but keenan wasn't going to let that get in the way of a solid punishment if she deserved it. "then i'll make you fuckin' spit it back out princess, 'cause if she knows what's good for her she won't listen to you and your slutty little begging." besides, ayla seemed far too meek to ever go against him, sitting there with eyes the size of saucers as if she was seeing an alien in the flesh for the first time. "she can barely open her mouth dyl, you think she's gonna start mouthing off at me?" homme lightly taunts as he glances toward the other woman, raising his brows in challenge. maybe if he verbally pokes her enough she might actually learn something tonight. the sound of his palm making contact with her juicy ass is music to his ears, a groan escaping as he kneels up on to the bed, grasping her thighs with both hands and spreading them wide. "look at that ... dripping down your fuckin' thighs and i haven't even touched you ... " his mouth salivated as he grasped his length, nudging it between her drenched folds and letting it glide up toward her clit. "smearing my fuckin' cunt with your cream princess, so damn dirty."
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has to remind himself that this was all her brilliant idea : stowing away in a bedroom , hidden from prying eyes ( her most favorite pair somewhere downstairs ) and feeding into the sensual assumptions they'll undoubtedly reach . wouldn't be out of character for him to bring a girl up here — has done so hundreds of times . but she's different , off - limits in a way that he isn't used to . scoffs , pulling a face : wanting to point out that if she plans to date this guy , then he should like her inner weirdo . but he doesn't . instead , " like i'd let you send him a text without reading it first .. i'm offended you'd think i'd be such a sloppy boyfriend . " doesn't do anything half - assed , least of all a fake relationship he's trying to sell to her shit - for - brains lover boy . kind of likes pulling one over on the guy , doesn't particularly like him .. not that he has much of a reason . his face looks exceptionally punchable . smile tugs at corners of his mouth at her retort , side glancing the closet across the room . " even better , i got a walk - in ... looooots of room to get comfortable and i got an iphone . think we're set . " notices how she shrinks herself against the door , as if being within four walls has her on edge and immediately , he's tugging his gaze away . while he may have a reputation , he isn't a pig . last thing he wants is for her to feel uncomfortable because she thinks he's going to pull something . not unless she wants him to . shoves that train of thought away and moves to rummage through his dresser , grabbing out one of his old hockey camp shirts . " you gonna need help getting out of it ? " the dress , he means . after all , she did say it was tight .. isn't trying to be a pervert . " i'll close my eyes , if that makes you feel better . " holds his hand up , right over his heart , " scouts honor . " notices that she's taking in his space and he's leaning back against wood , watching her with his arms crossed and a lazy smile on his face . can't help but like how she looks in his space , as if she fits here ... blames it on the shot he took an hour ago . " unlike all the other stinky boys you know , i wasn't raised in a barn . " no , he was raised in a strict as shit household run day by an army general father that incessantly breathes down his neck . " but don't set your expectations too high , i doubt kyle color coordinates his closet — he's already not pretty like me , he's already failing in that department . "
in the beginning nya had panicked about doing this with roman, faking an entire relationship to get kyle's attention — but the more time they spend together the less she worries, instead finding herself almost too comfortable with him. "hey i never said you were a sloppy boyfriend, your words not mine", femme argues, palms raised as she grins. it takes the edge off being in his bedroom, in a space entirely devoted to him and shut off from everyone else. nya didn't kid herself into thinking this was the first time roman's brought a girl here, she agreed to their deal for that very reason, but it's definitely her first time being led anywhere at a party. "a walk in closet? what the hell do you need that much space for? all your black bomber jackets and hockey stuff?" snorting she shakes her head, but the thought of not having to go back out there is amazing. glancing down to the shirt he holds out nya nods and gently takes it from him, anything was better than feeling like her ribs were being smushed together. "huh? oh ... oh um, maybe? the zip kinda got stuck a little when i was putting it on, my roommate helped so can you tug it down like, a little? i can do the rest." god she can feel her cheeks heating up again, imagining roman so close to her, undressing her. her stomach flips as her hands clutch the shirt, holding it against her stomach before she rolls her warm hues. "bold of you to assume i have all that experience with stinky boys ... or any boys really. i just ... i dunno, i guess i maybe misjudged your cleanliness a little." dropping the shirt onto his desk she gathers her curls, tugging them over her shoulder as she turns to give him access to the zipper running down her spine. "oh my god, are you really comparing who's prettier?" makes sense that roman would be competitive about ... well, anything. hockey players aren't exactly known for being happy to lose. "and he's not as pretty as you", femme admits, staring at his wall as her teeth scrape at her bottom lip. "he's different, like ... like a guy who lives in his camper van and drinks oat milk", admission pours out of her and nya laughs at the image she's painting, a guy who might brew his own kombucha in a few years time — an honestly awful thought if she's being truthful.
doesn't plan on only making him forget about the other women he indulges within her absence , but wants to desecrate their memory entirely . isn't the jealous type but she is woefully possessive — desire to claw beneath his skin and harbor there intensifying as the taste of him shatters along her tongue . there's a delicate lure to her lips , a ghost of a smile at the curse that rolls deliciously off of his mouth and is no sooner licked off . is ravenous , the heated press of their mouths encouraging the furious throb between plush thighs and making her feel light - headed .. drunk when she's fully sober . " if your cock is any indication , that must've been a lot .. " a soft noise is muffled along the drawl of his tongue , chest arching into his grasp as strap falls haphazardly down her shoulder and , without hesitation , she's helping him shove the other one down , too . the front of her dress falls open , flimsy and revealing full breasts , nipples already pebbled from just the press of his mouth . would be embarrassed if she couldn't feel the hard imprint of his length against her ass . " mm , there he is ... " she's grinning , nails scathing his pelvis as she slowly tugs his boxers and pants down , lifting her hips to inch the fabric lower , " desperate and needy , just how i like him . " if he were any other way , she wouldn't be in his lap about to gift him with exactly what he's requesting . well , almost . she's glancing between them , his cock free and bobbing in the air for her , and she's resting a hand on his shoulder , using him as leverage so she can grind lace - covered cunt along bare length . " can you feel how wet i am through my panties , d ? " leans forward , tongue flicking out to drag along his lips , a shuddered breath catching as his tip nudges her clit , " how bad do you want to be inside of me ? " whispers on a taunt , free hand wrapping around his balls and squeezing them in her palm . hard . " i bet i could make you cum just like this .. " admires the lewd scene, his cock gliding between soaked folds , heavy hues fluttering down at him , " wouldn't be the first pair you've ruined . " and they wouldn't be the last .
dante could deny that he misses her, he could have even asked nikita to get out of his car and gone home — but home to what? to an empty apartment or a woman who only served to remind him of how he wanted her instead? so he happily swallows down her gloating and smugness for the sake of being able to feel her again, that soft body rubbing against him as his cock leaks into his trousers. with her chest bared his hands grope at each tit, reacquainting himself with how fucking perfectly they fit in his palms. custom made for his greedy touch. "and judging by how your nipples could fuckin' cut glass right now i can say the same about you, nik." hardened buds rub against his skin before he tugs at her nipples, a biting pull before he's back cupping them. "that's it baby .. take me out", the sheer relief he feels at his balls no longer being strangled by his trousers is almost enough to make him cum then and there, thick length rubbing sweetly against her clothed pussy. "shit ... " jaw clenches as she grinds herself against him, heat coating his shaft as his fingers tighten their hold on her breasts. "you're probably soaking my cock, needy fuckin' slut huh?", homme rasps, precum smearing across the thin fabric as her tongue glides across his mouth. her hand grabbing his balls shouldn't turn him on as much as it does, the sharp pain only making him want to fuck her more. "and you'd get none of my cum inside your cunt ... is that what you want, nik? to make a mess all over those panties and wear 'em home? lick them clean when i'm not around to see?" as the tension and pleasure increases her words seem to come freer, edges smoothed into admissions of needing him, of past encounters that have left her drenched and aching. "wouldn't be the first pair i've taken home with me either", chin tips upward to catch her mouth with his own, one hand leaving her heavy tits to slip between their moving bodies — tugging those flimsy panties aside to finally feel her bare cunt rubbing against him. "do it again", demands against her lips, "get your cream all over my cock before you ride it nik — show me you can be a good fuckin' girl when you want to be."
"and then what's gonna happen with my mouth? could shove the dildo in there, but since you're so hellbent on tossing it in the lake, i guess you'll just have to deal with me running my bratty mouth," knows there's other alternatives, but it's the argument she's putting forth for now. but he's right, she won't be able to use it unless he says she can, considering they're going to be together for the entire weekend. hand still stroking him professionally, thumb swirling across the slit of his cock. "baby, you know i can't help but be a mouthy slut," slender shoulders lift into a shrug, she's blinking lashes at him, feeding into her innocent act. hears the lock click in time with keenan slapping her tits again, and she's moaning once again when he pulls on the hard bud, undoing the string around her back to let flimsy fabric fall in between them. "mmm… maybe. but what if it just looks like i faked it because i got tired of how many times i was just right there and then you made me lose it?" sucks on her teeth, but lips part with a gasp when he grabs her by the neck. can feel arousal seeping through tight hole and ruining the bottoms of her bikini at both the gesture and his words. "is that a threat? that sounds fuckin' hot … bet she'd like it too," wet appendage tangles with his as he makes a home in her mouth, fondling full balls and tugging on them gently. looks at the other femme when he's ordering her around, "baby, you have to be nice. remember? she's used to the one being in charge …" giggles as she moves to pull the chair exactly the way keenan demanded, could see the pink tint shading her cheeks. "ayla, you have to push back a little. don't be such a pliant, meek girl." her hands are reaching to undo her shorts as she walks toward the bed, feeling his hand tugging at her golden tresses. letting them fall down toned legs and kicking them off before she's climbing onto the plush mattress, toying with the strings of bottoms. "god, i'm so fuckin' wet right now."
it was admirable how she thought she could talk her way into keeping that dildo, believing that she could sway him when there were so many other ways to keep her mouth full. "that's what your slutty little thongs are for dyl, they'll fit nice and snug in that greedy mouth of yours — no dildo needed." raising his brows the man laughed, shaking his head at her logic, "princess, by the time i decide to let you cum you'll probably end up crying ... you're not gonna be able to fake that shit." her hand sliding up and down his cock was pure magic, shivers running down his spine as her friend stepped further into the bedroom. "maybe she will, but you won't get a single fuckin' taste of my cum the entire night — if she wants it i'll make her drink every damn drop before you get a chance." loves how her pupils blow out from his rough touches, grabbing his girl in a way he knew she'd appreciate. groaning out of their kiss keenan casts a glance at the other woman, "i thought i was, or at least not mean", homme shrugs, what could they expect when he was rock hard? being a gentleman was definitely not on the cards tonight. once the chair is in position keenan admires his girl climbing onto the bed, peachy ass up with those tits heavy and begging to be smacked. "you can be a dick to me, ayla. i really don't give a fuck once i get to be inside my girl." he only had eyes for dylan, so whatever the other woman decided to do while watching was entirely up to her ... although he wouldn't be against her joining in at some point. pushing down his trousers and stripping the remainder of his clothes from his body keenan approaches the bed, one hand tightly wrapped around his length and the other coming down hard to swat dylan's ass. "bet you are, nasty fuckin' slut who loves to be bossed around by daddy, ain't that right?"
abel watched her in the mirror, taking in the determination settling back into her features. part of him wanted to argue about what she'd just said, about the idea that being with him had nothing to do with this moment, but he didn't have time for that conversation right now. "okay," he said simply, moving toward the door. "grab your bag. we're switching cars. you take the toyota, i'm taking yours and i'm getting rid of it." his voice was all business now, the logistics taking over. "once you're clear, drive straight to the safe house on fifth. you know the one." he paused at the bathroom doorway, looking back at her. "and ainsley? next time you feel that angry, you come to me first. not because i don't trust you, but because i need you thinking clearly." his jaw tightened slightly. "we're not out of this yet. the crew handles the body, but there's still a lot that can go wrong." he stepped back into the hallway, already thinking through the timeline. her car would be stripped and disposed of separately, the body handled by his crew, but until everything was actually gone and accounted for, they weren't safe. "move fast," he called back. "i want you gone before they arrive."
there was no part of her that felt remorse for what she had done, but if she could go back in time she would have listened to abel and planned — taken into account what a delusional bitch that woman was. with most of the blood wiped from her skin ainsley felt somewhat normal, although she still couldn't shake the feeling that he was disappointed in her. "okay ... um, can you grab my lipgloss from the cup holder before you get rid of it though? it's ... it's my favorite", and she knew that car would never be seen again, so why shouldn't she have it? despite his warning ainsley knew that everything would get done and in the end nobody would overly care that this slut had jumped town — it happened all the time. "i will, i promise. i never thought she'd be that insane." and hopefully there wouldn't be another time. walking into the hallway and living room she bent to grab her purse, sock clad feet sliding against the wooden floor. "i'm going right now", placating him seemed like the wisest move, gathering her things as she prepared to open the front door. "keys? and this car better be easy to drive, i have no shoes." a pointed glance down to her feet, raising her brows before holding her hand out for said keys.
do you want to fuck me in front of your friends or not
OFF CAMPUS 1.03 — “The Orgasm”
" think you're more of a problem . " specifically , for her . he's a distraction — one that she has proven a habit of getting caught up in . and now , isn't any exception . if she were smarter , would've ended this months ago after their last meeting . unfortunately , she's always had an impulsive knack for dipping her toes into murky waters . " and you're a terrible sore loser , too . " counters contrarily . " aw , how romantic . so , you're admitting that i'm on your mind when you're bottoming out in other bitches nasty cunts . you know just what to say to make a girl feel special . " not that any of those details matter when they're bordering on cross yet another line that they shouldn't be entertaining . they could both screw whoever they want silly , and still , they'll find themselves right back here under the guise of ' work ' . and whilst the issues at hand were very much real , this could have easily been a phone call on a burner phone . but she always preferred the face to face approach with him more . wonder why . palm continues to roughly massage his groin through trousers , dark irises tracing the smug curl of his lips and her own smile is spreading when hips lift off of feather to press into her grasp . " simple . i like having you desperate and needy — look at you , already so greedy . more evidence all those girls occupying your time aren't doing a good enough job . poor baby .. " there's a mocking pout that takes over her bottom lip , no sooner parting when his fingers are sinking beneath pitifully short dress and her thighs are twitching on instinct . hot gaze falters from his briefly , to large palm inches away from her heat , just as he's indulging her and that please is fumbling from his lips . the appreciative hum that emits is captured by the firm press of her mouth and she's exhaling him sharply through her nose , other hand moving to wrap around the side of his neck . god , he tastes so fucking good . she's shifting across the console , tongue dragging along his as knees settle on either side of his hips , and she's sinking into his lap . her head is tilting , deepening the kiss as fingers shift between them to unbutton his pants and giving them a tug , " tell me you missed me . " isn't sure whether it's to stroke her ego , or to worsen the mess between her legs . " tell me . "
"i can't tell if that's supposed to be an insult or a compliment? but i'll take it as a compliment anyway, good to know i'm always on your mind nik." like it was a one sided thing, as if dante hasn't spent the last handful of weeks trying to keep thoughts of her out of his head. he can't afford to slip up, to let himself get distracted and end up with his body floating in a damn river somewhere — but she keeps reeling him back in. "ouch, i'm sure those nasty cunts felt that insult all the way across town", homme cockily comments, a sick thrill rising in him at the knowledge that it's getting under her skin. that she's feeling a similar struggle to himself. he could fuck all the available women in this damn county and would still find himself thinking of her, of how none of them compare to how fucking addictive it is to have nikita moan for him — to listen to that bratty mouth utter praise instead of insults. "and if i touch your pussy right now it's not gonna be needy too? c'mon nik, who the fuck do you think you're kidding? you want me to stop mentioning those girls i rail then come over here and make me forget about them." he's so close to cupping that undoubtedly soaked cunt, to having her unravelling in his car. just one sweep of his tongue across her lip has him thirsting for more, groaning as she begins to ease herself over to his side of the car. pushing the seat back his hands settle at her slim waist, her perfume drowning him in the sweetest way possible. lips fight for dominance as he presses up against her, cock hard to the blissful point of pain as his hold on her tightens. "fuck nik ... " he can barely concentrate on speaking, never mind parroting her words back to her, even if they would be true — he had missed her, even though he knows he shouldn't. "i missed you just as badly as you missed me", it's a compromise breathed against her hot mouth, one hand sliding up her abdomen before he's grasping at one clothed breast, soon impatiently tugging one thin strap of her dress down her shoulder. he can't get enough, like he's been possessed and the only thing that will exorcise this demon inside of him is nikita. "now take me out like a good fuckin' girl and ride me before i smash my own car up." teeth nip at her bottom lip, tugging sharply before soothing the ache with the heat of his tongue.
brows tug and he's huffing out a laugh , " nya , look me in the eye and tell me you think that's somethin' i'd ever been capable of . " has a notorious track record for a reason — it certainly isn't from practicing bouts of celibacy . " besides , you're hot . " beautiful , actually but the compliment feels a little too heavy . " people would think i've lost my touch if we spread that rumor . " and it wasn't he'd encourage anyway , not if they really wanted this whole evil plan of theirs to take off and actually work . needs her to be as desirable as possible and that included filling kyle's head with false narratives , provocative ones specifically . " that's why you picked me , isn't it ? " smirks , " will make it more believable when we do our big public breakup . " says that part quietly , not wanting any spying ears to catch it . afterall , they may be putting on this whole performance for a certain pair of eyes but that didn't mean others weren't picking up on it , too . was already getting questions from his friends . " now you're just hurting my feelings on purpose . " murmurs , mirth gleaming in ceruleans . notices that she seems agitated , had spent enough time with her to pick up on her subtle cues , and figures it's from the undivided attention she's getting from her hearts deepest desire across the room . doesn't even understand what she sees in him — he looked like every other forlorn musician , writing songs about girls he barely knew and claiming it as love . snore fest . she could do better , had said as much , but she's helping him out so , he plays along . " depends what he says , but i'll coach you through it . if we did a good enough job , he'll hopefully ask to see you . alone . " implication hangs in his voice , hues dragging along her face slowly . again , can tell she's in her head and he's opening his mouth to try and console whatever worries are running through her mind when she's suddenly grasping his hand , and her words catch him offguard . he short circuits for a split second , brows furrowing then raising before he's quickly schooling his face and nodding his head . " aye aye , captain . " tightening his grasp on her hand , he's following , and then , leading them up the spiral staircase to the second floor . it's right in front of the whole party's view , and he can't help but think she was brilliant for coming up with this idea all on her own . she's a quick learner . " good thinkin' — will give him the idea that we're sneaking away for the night . " which , well , they are .
steps slow as they reach the hallway to where his bedroom happens to be and he's glancing over his shoulder at her before nudging the door open , and letting her enter first , before closing it behind them . " you wanna play seven minutes in heaven ? " it's a joke but it doesn't land with how muffled the party is on the other side of the four walls . tongue drags along his bottom lip and he's taking her in again , gaze traveling along the dress that clings to her and swears , there's a twitch down south . okay , maybe this wasn't a good idea , afterall . " i can give you a change of clothes , if you want . "
"stranger things have happened! and maybe it's like a hockey thing ... no sex or whatever", god why did she even mention it when her cheeks are burning all over again now? even before they began this arrangement nya's heard about how active roman is, clearly having sex was not something he refrained from doing. "okay fine, we scrap the whole 'waiting until marriage' thing and just let everyone assume we're fucking like rabbits, or puck bunnies", femme jokes, although the thought of him being that intimate with someone else has her stomach twisting for a moment. it's stupid. he's not really hers, but nya reasons with the fact that they need to appear like he is, which means no feeling up other girls. it feels strange, speaking about this faux relationship's end date, like a loaf of bread on the shelf just waiting to expire — but that had been their deal from the beginning, obviously roman wouldn't want to be chained to her until the end of time and if kyle was seeming interested in her now then it was the smart thing, the sensible thing to have a breakup that everyone knew about. "i'll need to work on my fake tears for that, or maybe cut onions before i talk to anyone", because even now her friends were asking questions and after tonight? everyone would be. digging her teeth into her lower lip nya nods slightly, "okay, just ... you'll need to proof read before i send anything to him, okay? i can't let him witness my inner weirdo." and yet she feels oddly comfortable exposing that side of herself to roman. she's itching to be in motion, to put all of those complicated emotions inside of her into action, wherever the hell they go she doesn't care. avoiding everyone's curious stares she exhales quietly as they climb the stairs, forcing herself not to look back and check if kyle has noticed. "let's hope all of these rooms aren't taken or else he'll think you're a very eager guy", brunette remarks, tossing him a playful grin. letting him take the lead nya steps into a bedroom, glancing around and realising that it belongs to him. "do you have a spare closet we could use? and a flashlight? the dark kinda freaks me out", her response seems weak because it is, being alone with roman after kissing him feels ... different. lightly resting her back against the door her gaze snags on his, on how he's taking in the outfit she's squeezed herself into tonight and god ... her palms begin to sweat and her stomach tightens — why was he looking at her like that? "oh uh, yeah. yeah if you don't mind? these heels are killing me and i can't even bend over in this dress", rolling her eyes she pushes away from the door, distracting herself from his presence by studying his bedroom, his private space. "for a guy you keep this place pretty clean, the first time i came here i thought it was a fluke that you didn't have dirty laundry everywhere." or girls underwear. a statement she keeps firmly locked inside as her fingers graze his desk.
"i think i deserve credit all the time," retorts without hesitation, her eyes gleaming. one that tells him she knows exactly what she's doing. dylan knows that keenan doesn't care what she wears; it's one of the things she loved about him. the fact that he allowed her to be herself. not one of those weak, sensitive men who cried when their girlfriends tried to wear something slutty. "didn't that one time i rode your thigh at the party, you said it could be as simple as just making sure my dress is pulled down enough to cover everything?" she's impressed with herself, how quick her responses were today. threat of tossing her toy in the water has lesser pushing out into a pout, "that's no fun. why toss it when you could just stuff both my holes with it and your cock?" at least she decided against bringing the pink glittery one if there's a chance of it sinking to the bottom of the lake by the end of this weekend. "so don't stay mad at me," hand jerks and tugs on him, increasing her pace just slightly. mouth opens to let out a kittenish mewl when large hand slaps her tit. just smiles when the other femme stops herself from walking out. "i do want an audience, baby," she agrees with a nod of her head. other hand moving to knead his balls, hearing the door close. "lock it too," didn't need anyone else intruding, bringing her full attention back to boyfriend. "well, i guess you can't edge me all night now, daddy. don't want our guest thinking you can't make me cum, now do you?" smiles up at him before releasing her hold on his balls to instead use his collar to drag him down to her, pressing a sloppy kiss to lips.
would he throw her precious dildo in the lake out of spite and the need to punish her? absolutely. he knows she has a whole damn chest full of them at home and why would she need it here if she behaved herself? "i got fingers princess, they'll look so fuckin' perfect stretching out your ass while i take your cunt — we don't need that toy and you won't be using it unless i say you can." the funny thing was that keenan was never really mad at dylan, aside from small arguments or sexual punishments he feels like they understand each other well enough to know what buttons to press and which to avoid. "don't be a mouthy slut and i'll think about it", homme snaps, gaze drifting to dylan's friend as she closes the door behind her, sealing all three in together. they've never done this before, purposefully fucked while another person was watching, and he can't say he's annoyed by it. grinning as his girl moans he moves to smack her other tit, roughly tugging at her nipple. "but won't all that edging only make you cum harder?" counters as he grasps his girl's neck, bringing her face flush to his own again. "you keep pushing me and i'll have her drink my cum directly from your cunt, how about that dyl?" leans into their messy kiss, tongue mapping out the inside of her mouth as he grunts at the movement of her hand from his heavy balls. would her friend get wet from watching them ruin each other? touch her unappreciated cunt while he pounds in to dylan's? "sit down, right in front of the bed in that chair ... pull it over, if you wanna watch then you better see everything." snaps his fingers at the chair currently tilted toward the window, beginning to guide dylan toward the spacious bed with his hand knotting through her blonde locks.
abel took the towel back from her and continued cleaning her hands and face methodically, his touch gentler than his words. "you listen to me next time. that's what you can do," his voice was firm but not unkind. "i'm not angry because you killed her. i'm angry because you did it without a plan, without thinking about the consequences." he set the towel aside and cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "this is your first time. i get it. it's a lot." there was something almost softer in his expression now, acknowledgment of what she'd just experienced. "but we don't have time to process that right now. we have fifteen minutes before my crew arrives and we need to be out of here clean." his hands dropped to her shoulders. "go change. find something in her closet if you need to, something that doesn't have blood on it. put your clothes in the bag — everything, underwear, socks. we'll dispose of them with the rest." he pulled her against him briefly, just for a moment, his hand at the back of her head. "i'm not disappointed in you," he said quietly, and it sounded like the truth. "i'm scared of who you're becoming because you're with me. there's a difference." he pulled back to look at her again. "but you need to pull yourself together right now. can you do that?"
despite her not truly believing there would be a next time ainsley nods slowly, if she had driven here knowing what she was going to do everything would have turned out differently — but it was difficult to plan when you were furiously stabbing another person. "i'm not ... i'm not upset about doing it", femme admits as he finishes up cleaning the blood away. "it's everything that came after. i trust you, abel. i shouldn't have come here without you." yet it had been her impulsive nature that demanded she do it, get all her anger out verbally on the woman who had been following him around like a bad smell. when he tugged her close ainsley exhales, unaware of the tightness that had been in her chest until it was released. "scared?" frowning she stares up at him, failing to see how being with him could change her into anything but a more sure version of herself. "i never came here to kill her, i thought she'd be a little more ... understanding, but once a dumb slut always a dumb slut i guess. that has nothing to do with me being with you abel, okay?" the fact that she hadn't used her gun should prove that. "okay, okay let's go." slowly untangling herself from his hold ainsley glances at herself in the mirror, relieved to see practically all of the blood gone from her skin. she could pull herself together enough to make it through this, knowing that he wasn't disappointed made it that much easier. "i only brought my bag and that's somewhere in the living room, i didn't touch anything but the knife."