lily

Lily Kensington. A former ballet dancer who traded pointe shoes for a pole.

[lilkensing]

oliverkings‌:

It was easier this way, when it was just the two of them – when they were away from their real lives. Or maybe this was their real life, maybe Votive  was simply a dream, a make believe, a horrible alternate universe where they weren’t them. 

The little box at the bottom of his suitcase – it felt like it was burning a hole there, like a bomb ready to explode at any moment. 

“They can’t stay in your suite, remember?” Oliver teased lightly. “They think their second born is a respectable man who works on Wall Street.” His thumb smoothed over the back of her hand, squeezing faintly. “Either I’ll stay at my suite, or we’ll just share the apartment. You’re welcome to come – ” Stay, forever. “Visit or like… stay and I can sleep on the couch or something. You know, if you decide to come home from here.”

     Oh. Fucking duh. Lily let out a breath as though frustrated with herself -- she was -- and gripped Oliver’s fingers a little tighter. “Sorry. It’s just... been a while since I’ve been...” Involved? Present? Aware? It seemed that Lily’s entire existence now hinged on the unalienable truth that she had taken herself out of this game, and now, it was possible that it was too late to jump back in.

     Or maybe. “I wouldn’t let you sleep on the couch. But I’d love to visit. Stay.” Maybe she’d have an extra glass of wine. Say that she didn’t feel like driving back. And maybe she’d get to share his bed again. Stupid fucking plan. But then, that word hit. It was like shoving her face in a bucket of cold water. Home.

     And it sunk in. Oliver was home. Their home was theirs, and nothing could ever change that. And she was so fucking stupid for letting the separation last this long. “I’d actually... really love to come home. If... that’s okay. With you.”

[lilkensing]

jaepvrk‌:

Jae had long since given up any inhibitions he may have had about public sex, about being caught ( and the cocky part of his brain just screamed throw money at the problem along with let them watch ), and so this? Well, this was just gravy. She was rough, fistfuls of his hair, tugging,  and he loved it, letting her ride against his lips, his tongue as she came. Only once she had stopped shaking, he pulled back, licking his lips slowly, then stood, leaning in to kiss her – let her chase out her taste on his tongue.

     It was filthy as hell, tasting herself in his mouth, but Lily was still weak for it. She felt her inhibitions peeling away as she gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. She kissed him harder, deeper, lapping herself from his tongue, her body suddenly hot and ready. “Now you,” she begged, her mouth still pressed to his, forehead tipping there. She reached forward, down, finding his inseam, and she tightened her fingers against it, working to nurture an erection. She wanted to drive him mad.

[lilkensing]

oliverkings‌:

Magnetic. Right from the start, Oliver had had a hard time keeping his eyes off Lily – granted, the first time he’d seen her, she’d been performing in a ballet, but afterwards, there had never been a moment when Lily was around, that he could ignore her. So he watched, he watched the easy way in which she moved, easy, graceful – ever the ballerina – and when she reappeared, he reached out for her. Like magnets. “Maybe,” he shrugged, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Or maybe I’d let you win for once.”

His hand slid down to rest on the small of her back as they moved in comfortable silence, the sun beating down over his shoulders – for a moment, it felt as it always had, like nothing had happened, like no time had passed. That they were as they ever were. Oliver and Lily. Lily and Oliver. The only thing that had ever made sense to him. The only thing that ever would. Maybe Jackson was right, maybe there was hope for them.

“I’m thinking of flying mum and dad out here next month,” he commented, as thought they’d been discussing this and he was picking up an old conversation. Maybe he was – from the start, it had always felt as though they were in the middle of a conversation – there was no start and no end with them. “For their anniversary and to surprise Jax. I think it’s been awhile since he was home.”

     Everything felt, oddly enough, as though she and Oliver had never broken up in the first place. It felt as though they’d never been apart, that it had all been some ludicrous nightmare, and she was just waking up and stretching her legs. Lily didn’t want Oliver to let her win, not at a race, and not with his heart. And also oddly enough, she felt as though there was absolutely no competition for the latter.

     It was strange how much perspective she had now that they were miles away from the Votive and huddled away together. As they made their way along the beach, Lily’s hand found Oliver’s and her fingers entwined with his. Maybe they could do this after all.

     “I’d love to see them,” Lily agreed. “And I know they’d love to see both of you. I think it’s a brilliant idea. If you need me to help out in any way, let me know. I’m happy to let them stay in my suite if you’d like.” And I could just stay in our house. With you. “Which is to say... all of this is an amazing idea, if you can drag me away from this beach.”

[eoincorrigvns]

Four years. It wasn’t supposed to be like this – an understatement of the highest order, but this is how his life had turned out. He’d fucked up – a lot – and there were some things that he couldn’t change, and some things he just wouldn’t, even if he had the chance. Lily, though… it had never felt like his choice, like he was completely powerless in the situation ( though, hadn’t he always been powerless when it came to Lily? ). So, while it may not have been the ideal way to spend their anniversary ( or would-be anniversary ) – it was… it was the only thing that felt right today. The only thing that made sense. 

Padding barefoot into the living room, he paused, just watching her for a long moment, the familiar way she moved around the place, everything about her was familiar, comforting, exciting ( everything he needed and wanted ). “Hey, I was going to check the beach out, want to come for a walk?” // @lilkensing

[lilkensing]

     It had seemed wrong to pretend as though their anniversary had come and gone like any other day. Lily needed the escape. She needed to be with Oliver outside of the walls of the place that had ripped them apart. Four years seemed like such an eternity ago now.

     Lily had spent the morning in bed, lounging like a cat, stretching like one under the covers, before she’d finally gathered up the strength to move. It felt normal. It felt like they were still together, and like nothing had changed. And maybe it hadn’t; maybe all Lily had done was convince herself that it had, and she was now staring down the barrel of her own poor decision-making.

     She made coffee. She did a cycle of yoga in the living room where the sun streamed in. And when she finished, Lily carefully pushed the furniture back to where it belonged. It was then that she heard Oliver’s voice, and her heart seemed to pause. For a few moments, everything worked in slow motion; it was like her body was telling her to treasure this. Make the moments last a little longer.

     “Okay,” she answered, without hesitation, making a motion over her shoulder. “Let me change.” In the bedroom, Lily changed from her t-shirt and yoga pants into her two-piece, sheer cover-up leaving no room for modesty. When Lily returned, sunscreen in hand, she looked... well. Happy. She’d been wrong all along. This was normal. This was what felt right. “I’d race you, but you’d win.”

[erikwxldrxn-blog]

     Working at the Cloud 9 bar tonight, it was about that time Erik did his rounds. Checking the tables around the bar area for empty glasses and giving the tables a good wipe down for anyone else that might wander up here for a drink.       At his last table before making his way back to the other side of the bar, Erik couldn’t help but notice someone sitting alone. Usually, he looked for any excuse to strike up conversations with members, staff and anyone that walked through The Votive’s doors, really. This time was no exception.       “ Sitting alone at The Votive with no drink in hand? ” Erik started as he approached their table. “ Tsk, tsk. Unheard of. ” He teased with a playful grin, “ waiting on some company, I assume? ”

[lilkensing]

     Lily wasn’t very good at dealing with emotions. She tended to swallow them all, pretend like they weren’t there. She’d let some leak, like a pinhole in a cup, but maybe by the time everything escaped, she’d be better at keeping in her tells completely. And the confusion with Oliver? Well. That was just adding to the mix, making it all worse.

     She worked her shift, she gave a few lap dances, she took lonely men’s money; it was far too easy to take from those who were there because they hated nights alone. Lily was one of them, and she was drawn to her people.

     Perhaps that’s why she was sitting at the bar, by herself, pining. This place would fuck you up in the head to the point that you didn’t know what end was up, make you question everything, make you recognized that maybe you weren’t as different as you previously hoped you’d be. When Erik came over, however, she managed a smile; it even seemed sincere. “Isn’t that what everyone is waiting for? It’s just me tonight, though.”

[lilkensing]

oliverkings‌:

The water was cold now, he had barely noticed when the heat of her mouth had been around his cock, and absently, he reached behind him to turn the water off, the other stroking himself, finishing what she’d started.

They were so good at this. That was part of the problem. This had never been their issue. They’d always managed perfectly when it was just this. 

It didn’t take long, her lips parting so obediently, and he groaned, abs tensed and taut as he came in hot spurts – across her lips, cheeks, everywhere. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, transfixed by the woman he had loved – still loved – exhausted, but always wanting more.

     It all moved so quickly then; Lily couldn’t be sure if she was shivering from arousal, anticipation, or the cold from the air hitting her water-soaked skin. Her eyes stayed upwards, on Oliver’s, ready, waiting. She was so fucking ready for him, for everything, and... she hated herself for how deep that thought ran. Maybe she was ready. Maybe she could do this. Maybe the rest of the world was just outside and it didn’t matter, and fuck everyone else anyway.

     Lily could see the reactions in his body before he came, knew that telltale clenching in his abdomen, watched his balls tighten, and she was suddenly soaked in his cum. It hit her face, warm, her shivering slowing finally, her hands stroking up and down Oliver’s thighs as though to encourage him through every last drop. When he was done, her face was a veritable Pollock painting, and she adored it. Felt complete and filthy all at once.

     She licked her lips, gathering what cum she could, then used her fingers to wipe the rest of her face, sucking the salty-sweet taste clean. He tasted better than she could have ever remembered. It was strange; she’d had him on such a pedestal that she’d expected he would never be as good as she’d conjured. And yet... Oliver was better. They were better. “Fuck,” Lily finally said, tone a desperately weak line. “I miss this.” I miss you.

[lilkensing]

jaepvrk‌:

So she was loud, vocal. He enjoyed that, and somehow, wanted her to get louder. He didn’t let up, fingers and mouth moving in tandem – all with the express goal of driving her mad. He pulled back at her question, nodded. “Don’t worry, no hat no play, I get it.” Then, his mouth was on her again ( if she didn’t cum at least 3 times, what was the point? ), fingers moving with more purpose.

     Lily’s head was swimming, her good sense all dried up, and Jae’s fingers working inside of her created an even greater mess of things. He reassured her before diving back in, and Lily’s body couldn’t take it anymore. Her nails scraped his scalp as she fisted his hair, bucking against his hand and his mouth, her body clamping down suddenly as the great rush of her orgasm began to pour over her. Lily cried out (pathetic, how loud she actually was), a whine that escaped into a near-sob, humping his mouth as she rode out her orgasm, nerve-endings colliding.

[lilkensing]

xcassie-fowlerx‌:

She nodded. “Yeah! That’d be awesome!” She smirked, biting her lip. “I really hope you’re a patient teacher cause… I’m pretty sure I’m a lost cause.” She smirked, going a little red from blushing.

     “I’ve never taught anyone how to dance before,” Lily admitted. “So I’m not sure what kind of teacher I am. But I also know that, as long as you’re having fun, nothing else really matters. Dancing is like sex in that way.”

[lilkensing]

oliverkings‌:

The worst part about not being over your ex was fucking your ex. There was a reason people warned others off doing it, why it was better to make a clean break ( but how could he? ) – but he couldn’t. He was too selfish to walk away from her, still wanted her so badly, still missed her with every fibre of his being. She was his, and he was hers.

He was never going to last long like this, not with the familiar sinful feel of her mouth, not when Lily knew exactly what buttons to press, how to speed up or slow down the process. How she anticipated anything he could ever want and did it with ease.

Oliver’s fingers brushed over her cheeks, swiping away the mascara that had run down her cheeks ( a combination of the shower and her own tears – but fuck she looked beautiful that way ), and his hand curled around the base of his cock, stroking – stomach taut and tense. “Open up for me, baby,” he ordered, tapping the head of his cock against her lips. “You can have it wherever you like.”

     Christ. Lily hadn’t realized that it was possible to fall further in love with your ex-boyfriend because of a goddamn blowjob, but there they were. She was huddled on the floor of his shower -- gone completely cold now -- one orgasm in, another pending, her throat stinging from his cock’s intrusion, begging like a slut for his cum. And she’d never loved him more.

     Even after everything, Oli was giving her what she needed, and it was enough to make her beg for him back, rather than just his cock.

     But it was one thing at a time. She wet her lips as the head of his erection pressed against them, parting them, eager. “All over,” she said, doe-eyes following the length of his body to meet his. She was shivering now, half out of arousal, half from the frigid water beating against her side, but she’d never felt more flushed. “In me, too. Please.” A terrible idea, Lily was aware, but then again... when had she ever had sense around Oliver?

[lilkensing]

if you were going to curl up with anyone here for a night of wholesome fun, who would it be? sexy time doesnt have to be involved

     I mean, the obvious would be to say my ex, but we had our chance. We had four wonderful years of wholesome and non-wholesome fun. So maybe I can branch out. Travis is really cute. Could be fun to get to know. | @travideon

[lilkensing]

can i fuck you in your fart box?

     No. If you call it a fart box, you lose all privileges to fuck me in it.

[lilkensing]

top 5 dicks you'd let blow their load inside you

     Safe sex is the way to go! But I mean... if we’re just speaking hypothetically?

1. Hunter | @hunterahearst2. Oliver | @oliverkings3. Julian | @ofjulian4. Kale | @ofkalex5. Victor | @victorboubier

[lilkensing]

Biggest kink that you have? One that gets you turned on any time no matter what!

     I guess, if I absolutely have to choose, it’s more of... a series of events than anything. So like... he takes my hair in his fist. Makes me make eye contact. I go to my knees, and I’m just... his for a little while. Yeah. That does it every time.

[lilkensing]

top 5 people you'd like to have sex with?

     Oh! Uh... I mean, I guess I’d do it with... the problem is, like, I have really high standards. And I’m not implying that people here don’t fulfill those standards, I’m just saying... I’d need to get to know them. So maybe just... five people I’d like to get to know?

1. Dylan | @dylan--moore2. Sebastian | @sebgrhm3. Bobby | @bobbycallaghan4. Bex | @djxbexxx5. Kit | @kitvalentine

[lilkensing]

xcassie-fowlerx‌:

“Oliver! I’ve met him a few times, not extensively but yeah, he seems sweet.” She seemed nervous about answering the question but she decided to let it pass. When she offered the space for a dance lesson, she nodded. “That works! I must warn you though, I have almost no rhythm.”

     He seems sweet. That was putting it mildly. What Lily really wanted to say was, He’s sweet until you ask him not to be, in which case he’s fucking brutal in all of the most delicious ways, but... she reserved herself. She was grateful for the conversation shift. “Yeah, totally. What about meeting up, say... tomorrow afternoon? I’m not working until the evening. I could totally run you through a few things.”

[lilkensing]

oliverkings‌:

If this was a year ago, even as little as a few months, how different this would be – how normal this would be ( just a regular Friday at their place ), but now there’s a layer between them, like an invisible wall neither of them can penetrate. He wondered if it would always be like this, or if they’d find a way through, back to each other.

Her mouth is sinful, hot and familiar – maybe that’s what he loved most of all, Lily is safe and warm and home and everything he’s ever looked for in life, but she could also drive him crazy, the way she was now, on her knees before him, his cock squeezed deliciously tight in her throat.

He stroked her face gently, lovingly, eyes half closed and almost unfocused as he watched her gasping for air. He was no stranger to having his dick sucked well – people paid to do it, but none had ever felt as right as Lily, had ever looked so perfect. Fuck he loved her.

“With you?” His laugh was hoarse, strained from holding back. “I think you know it’ll be a few.” And with that, he forced her head back along his cock. She wanted rough and he knew how to do that.

     Lily knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she would never belong anywhere as much as she belonged here, with Oliver. It was an absolutely horrific truth, one she could never avoid, but... perhaps she didn’t want to. She wondered if Oliver could see it. Did he know? He must have, his fingers against her face, his eyes in a haze. And fuck if she didn’t want him.

     Fuck, if she didn’t love him.

     Thank God Oliver read her. Thank God Oliver knew that she wanted it rough. Deep. She wanted to forget herself, to be completely enveloped by him, to be reminded that Votive didn’t matter inside their little world. Only they mattered, and it was exactly how it always needed to be.

     Lily’s eyes fell closed, tongue extending down, head at Oliver’s mercy, throat relaxing as much as possible. She was his, his to use, the tip of her tongue lapping at his balls when she was forced down far enough. Her throat closed, protested against the intrusion, but Lily wanted it, and she forced herself to stay against him, despite the tears that came to her eyes through the struggle. She was choking on his dick, and loving every fucking second.

     When she finally couldn’t take anymore, and the water in the shower was running cold, she drew back with a cough and a sputter, pussy flooded, close to a second orgasm just from the act of serving Oliver. “I need you,” she gasped, eyes wide, makeup running, hair wet and matted and wild. “Want your cum. I want it everywhere...”

[lilkensing]

jaepvrk‌:

I don’t know your name, Jae almost laughed – she was beautiful and so cute all at the same time ( did they really need to exchange pleasantries of that kind? ), but he pulled away for a second to answer. “Jae. Nice to meet you…?” But before she could even answer, his mouth found her again, lips mouthing kisses over her clit, sucking. She responded quickly against him – he liked that, and he slid two fingers between her folds, before easing them inside of her. “You taste so sweet,” he groaned, pulling back for a second to look at her.

     Jae’s lips were wet from Lily’s throbbing pussy as he pulled back to introduce himself. She managed a breathless, “Lily...” as his mouth made a massacre of her cunt. She was weak, sinking into his mouth, though she yelped as he fucking sucked her clit. Her senses were suddenly alive, aware of their trapped state, somehow more aroused because of it. And when his fingers felt their way inside of her, Lily fucking hit the roof. Her whine was loud. Wanting. Surprised, and desperate. A hand slammed against the elevator behind her, gripping the railing, the other still lodged in Jae’s hair, deep. “Do you...” She was breathless, panting, grinding into his hand like some pathetic slut. “Do you have... something...? Like... protection...”