— “ *:・ﾟencore // julien loki
a/n: another one of those jerk off fantasies of mine😋 + not proofread
the silence in julien’s apartment was the expensive, suffocating kind—thick with the warm, spiced scent of his cologne and the unmistakable sweet-musk aroma of your dripping arousal. it was broken only by your ragged breathing and the lewd, sticky sounds of your fingers working desperately between your thighs.
you were perched on the closed toilet lid, knees shoved wide, shorts on the ground and your panties shoved to the side. your face burned with humiliation even as your pussy clenched greedily around your fingers. you were his sweet and timid girlfriend… yet here you were, soaked and frantic, because the thought of wanting to have sex but being too shy to ask for it finally piled up too much for you to endure.
two heavy knocks on the door made you freeze mid-thrust, fingers buried deep in your slick heat.
"you’ve been in there a very long time, ma chérie," julien murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough. "i was starting to wonder if you’d slipped out the window," he teased sweetly.
you couldn’t breathe. "i-i'm fine! just...fixing my hair—"
a low, amused chuckle vibrated through the wood. then came the metallic clink of his belt, the slow rasp of his zipper, and the heavy, fleshy slap of his dick springing free from his briefs.
"liar," he said softly. "i can hear how wet you are. i can hear it every time you push your fingers inside... s'il te plaît, ne t'arrête pas.. move them faster for me. i want to hear exactly how sloppy my pretty girl gets when she’s desperate."
shame flooded you, but you obeyed. you thrust two fingers back into your dripping pussy with a loud, obscene squelch, slick coating your hand and dripping onto the porcelain. the wet sounds echoed filthily off the tiles.
julien groaned on the other side of the door. "écoute ça..listen to that, so messy. are you dripping down your thighs yet, mon cœur?"
"mhm..~," you whimpered, voice cracking as you curled your fingers against that sweet spot. your free hand rubbed frantic circles over your swollen clit, the wet clicks loud and shameless. "juli… i’m so wet mmnh~.."
"putain..." he hissed, the word a ragged praise. you could hear the slow, rhythmic shlick-shlick of his fist stroking his length just inches away, separated only by the wood. "keep going, mon ange. tell me how it feels. what is my cute girlfriend is doing to herself in my bathroom, hm?"
your hips rocked desperately, thighs trembling. "feels so good ~… but s'not enough baby...i keep thinking about you nnh… how big you are, how you'd would stretch me so good…"
julien’s breathing grew beautifully heavy, his strokes turning frantic at your confession. "..[Name], you have no idea what you do to me," he growled low, voice dripping with affection and desire. "you want me to take you? to pin you down and fill you until you can only scream my name? oui, i want that too... but you are going to stay right there, like a good girl—ruining yourself for me—while i listen to you fall apart... show me how much you love me, princesse ~"
you moaned loudly, the pressure building unbearably. "please… please i’m so close—"
"non, pas encore ~" he growled softly, a breathless, adoring laugh in his throat despite the strain of his own pleasure. "slow down for me, okay? i want to hear you whine and i want to hear how much you need me, ma belle ~"
you whined in frustration but yielded to him, slowing your fingers, drawing out the torture as your pussy fluttered and leaked.
julien’s low, melodic groans and the wet slap of his hand grew louder, more urgent. "imagine me..." forehead pressing against the wood and his voice a heavy, intimate whisper. his voice dropped into a thick, shattered whisper, completely stripped of its usual polish. "just picture it, ma puce... i'm a mess for you, just as you are for me."
he let out a low, ragged groan, his strokes outside growing mercilessly fast.
"when i cum, i'm going to paint this door.. though i wish it'd be on that pretty face of yours ~," his breath hot against the door "...i'm going to ruin myself out here while you lose your mind in there~... ensuite, while you sit there so beautifully messy and aching for me, i'm coming in and fucking you myself, okay?"
your whole body shook with need, fingers plunging messily, breath coming in broken sobs. "julien—!" you gasped.
"go on. " he murmured, his tone a mix of breathless adoration and absolute command. "make it loud for me, i want to memorize every sweet, filthy sound you make... ~"
the barrier stayed firmly between you—wood, tension, and unbearable heat—leaving you both trembling on the edge, desperate, denied, and utterly consumed by each other.
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