#redwinedrips

[immoralitys]

closed starter for @redwinedrips​    ----   ( based on this & this )

maybe it was fucked for des to have snagged the spare key to her apartment earlier, but it was also fucked for him to even have been invited there in the first place. he has a mental note to kill their mutual friend later for thinking to invite them to the engagement party. his ex-GIRLFRIEND’s engagement party. sure, they’ve been broken up for closer to five years now, but with the way they crashed && burned, it should have been a no brainer to leave him off the invitation list. 

of course the male expected her new “fiance” to be a downgrade from him, but he didn’t expect him to be a total fucking snorefest. to go from a street rat to an absolutely vanilla software engineer was practically an insult to him. which, is exactly how he took it. so the moment he heard the fiance would be leaving for a business trip shortly after the party, desmond used all his self control to play nice and keep his calm --- she’d be alone in a couple hours.

years of practice had him in the apartment, and down the hall to her bedroom, with no noise. not even when he was removing his jacket & his belt did he give her any reason to stir from the slumber she was in. jeans are pushed down to his ankles and stepped out of, before des makes a quick move to remove the blanket on top of her. already he can feel himself start to stir at the sight of her in her pajamas. kneeling gently on the edge of her mattress, one hand presses flat against it to support himself while the other’s destined for her body. digits press against the fabric covering her heat, quickly trailing themselves just above her clit before beginning to rub.

yet again you could call his actions fucked, but he’s sure she won’t remain completely asleep for long... and besides, she’s bound to remember their safe word.

[thesociiety]

starter for @redwinedrips​

days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months ; new neighbor wasn’t new anymore. margaret would often greet him with a polite good morning, or a good evening depending on the time of the day, he was always nice, willing to have a small talk, but people didn’t know much about him. from a simple observation maggie guessed that he was a single man, living alone with his cat, he would always leave the house at the same hour every morning, and liked jogging in the evenings. young girl wasn’t paying close attention to him, until one night she spotted him come back home with a woman. her curiosity made her peek through the window of her bedroom that had the view into his own. that night she watched older man have sex with rather random female, hearing their moans until the morning. it was the first time she got to watch something like this & it opened a whole new world for her. maggie was a nineteen year old girl who didn’t know much about sex. her exprience wasn’t too poor to be worth mentioning. as a member of a very strict family she wasn’t allowed to date anyone in high school and now as a college student she didn’t even know how to flirt.

before that ridiculous plan was born in her head she got to watch her neighbor a few more times, he either didn’t care about the blinds or just wanted the neighborhood to know he’s having a good time. when mags realized that he was making all these women scream with pleasure she kind of wanted... to try it too. it was a friday, maggie was studying in her backyard when she spotted a very familiar cat walking around her garden ; it wasn’t an outdoor cat so she reacted fast, catching the runaway & securing it inside until the owner came back home. as soon as she spotted the car on her neighbor’s driveway she grabbed the furry friend & made her way to his front door. the blonde used the doorbell and waited patiently while holding the cat. when the door opened she smiled seeing a worried face of a very attractive man. ‘ this furry fella went for a little walk around our backyard. i took care of him for last few hours. i don’t how did he get out, but i grabbed him in time. ‘ she said with the cat chiling in her arms.