bruiscdthighs.

“my   office…   now.”   liam   says   under   his   breath   as   he   passes   by   their   desk.   he's   in   a   mood,   one   of   his   ‘bad   days’   as   the   people   around   the   building   like   to   call   it.   there's   a   well   known   celebrity   he's   representing   in   the   coming   weeks,   the   deposition   slowly   creeps   up   on   him   and   the   stress   only   builds.   his   assistant   is   relatively   new,   he   doesn't   know   much   about   them,   so   it's   the   perfect   opportunity   for   him   to   show   them   how   things   are   done   around   his   office,   a   new   rule   actually.   he   didn't   come   up   with   it   until   they   showed   up   one   day   with   an   iced   coffee   and   the   way   their   lips   wrapped   around   the   straw   enchanted   him…   and   his   cock.   he   allows   them   to   step   in   before   him,   shutting   the   door   then   clicking   the   lock   shut   before   he   walks   over   to   the   blinds   and   presses   the   button   to   lower   them.   “once   these   are   down,   i   need   you   on   your   fucking   knees,   no   questions   asked…   do   you   understand   me?”

the whole office seemed to go into hiding when their boss was in a bad mood. ángel had been his assistant for just long enough to know that he had more 'bad days' than good and that walking on eggshells wasn't going to make things any better. liam mccarthy was like an overgrown toddler throwing a tantrum... most of the time it was best to just wait it out. it wasn't like ángel could hide with everyone else, anyway. he seemed to need them every five seconds... but he never let them leave without a 'word of advice'. fucking douchebag. ❝sure, mr mccarthy.❞ they couldn't help but roll their eyes as soon as his back was turned. ángel grabbed the reusable mug holding their iced coffee and followed him to his office as slowly as possible. the door closed, the blinds started going down... and what the fuck? their brows shot up. ❝i knew you were old but i didn't know you were fucking senile.❞ ángel stared liam down, disgust taking over their features. ❝it's 2026, not 1946, cabrón. you better hope i don't take you to court.❞

connection: cashier at the deli that may or may not be his step/cousin that he only saw once in a while

teagan didn't know her cousin very well. she didn't know any of her extended family very well... her mother had gotten out of state and married a military man young... so teagan had grown up everywhere but where her roots were. somehow, a few twists of fate had brought her back for longer than a christmas to discover them. she felt badly for just how awkward she felt around everyone... around lee. he had put in a good word with his manager for her when her mother's health meant she couldn't work as much. the deli didn't pay that much but teagan could cover a few bills now. lee was nice. he was just quiet. maybe not the best at socializing because he hadn't had many kids his age to hang out with when he was little, or something. lee was nice. sitting in silence in his truck with her bare thighs sticking to the cracked leather seats wasn't that bad. without him, she'd have had to skip work or walk. teagan turned away from the window when the cornfields along the road started drawing closer. what was he pulling over for? she hadn't heard any sirens. ❝hey, why...❞ teagan studied lee's profile with furrowed brows. he looked a bit uncomfortable but not outright distressed, ❝um... yeah? is everything okay?❞

''i don't think they can hear us..''

❝do you care if they do?❞ lyric leaned in closer, her hand sliding higher up penelope's thigh, ❝i don't.❞ she wasn't the shy type and she never had been. not giving a fuck was freeing. lyric had worked hard to become who she was so she was going to live exactly the way she wanted to. right now, there was nothing she wanted more than penelope spread out beneath her. ❝you want to know something?❞ her lips brushed over penelope's jaw, ❝i wouldn't care if they fucking watched.❞

         they  hadn’t  done  anything  physical.  a  few  meet  ups  for  coffee,  one  dinner,  a  movie  on  a  thursday  afternoon.  because  of  her  marital  situation,  farah  didn’t  feel  guilty.  or  maybe  she  did  deep  down.  there  was  more  than  one  way  to  have  an  affair.  clearing  her  throat,  “i  know  we  said  this  wasn't  a  date,  but  it  feels  like  one. thoughts?"

❝feels like one?❞ holden raised an eyebrow. he knew farah's marital situation was complicated... at least emotionally. but if he were to be honest, he wouldn't have cared if she said she was solid in her marriage. or if her spouse thought they were solid. they clearly weren't because whenever farah was free lately, she was with him. and now she was calling it a date. ❝you saying that 'cause the activities seem date-like or 'cause you want this to be a date?❞ he drummed his fingers against his glass. holden was well-known for being a lifelong bachelor. he rarely had committed relationships. but a date here or there didn't hurt... especially if it lead to what he really wanted. ❝could be.❞ he took a sip of his whiskey. ❝i'm not the one who'd have hang ups about this bein' a date, though.❞

Everyone else had gone to bed hours ago, but he had a sneaking suspicion that she would be awake. After all, his visits had become somewhat of a special occasion. Micah didn't even bother to knock, silently slipping into her dark bedroom before he closed the door behind him, taking extra care to flip the lock. He had no desire to be interrupted. "Hey," he whispered into the semi-darkness, padding silently across the plush carpet. "You awake?"

mattie had become something of a wild child since her mother's remarriage. she had accepted the change much more enthusiastically than anyone expected, following her mother to her new stepfather's home, mostly because it meant getting away from her father. mattie had stopped believing in god a long time ago and she had no interest in being repressed forever. she wondered if her mother would be so exasperated if she knew there was something worse than the vaping and the parties happening underneath her own roof. mattie's worst secret took the form of her stepbrother, micah. or rather... what he did to her in the dark. her thighs pressed together as her bedroom door creaked open. she'd started getting wet as soon as she got into bed. ❝hmm?❞ mattie bit her bottom lip to hide a smile even though he couldn't see it, ❝maybe. who's asking?❞

The moment he asked her to come over she felt like jello, her clit basically throbbing in anticipation, she needed to get fucked so bad that it was almost painful. June stood in front of him bending over and holding her weight over the coffee table in the middle of the living room, while one hand lifter the bottom of her skirt to reveal her underwear and the shiny bottom of the plug she had been wearing all day for him.

❝yeah? any regulars?❞ his tone was casual as he hooked two fingers into her panties and pulled them to the side. they were soaked and so was she. her wetness caught the light, making her shine like the jewelled plug he'd picked out for her... which was still snug in her ass. right where he'd left it. perfect. he slowly ran his fingertips from the plug through her slick folds and parted her lips. her empty hole fluttered as if begging to be noticed. his teeth sunk into his bottom lip to bite back a smile. ❝plug's still in. good.❞ zion made his approval clear but added no emphasis that would make it seem like praise. ❝looks pretty wet. you didn't sneak off to the bathroom and stuff your fingers in this greedy pussy during your lunch break, did you?" he still hadn't looked up from her cunt. he didn't intend to. ❝we've made good progress. wouldn't wanna lose that. wouldn't wanna have to punish you, june.❞ he pulled his hand away and wiped her slick on her already ruined panties. ❝tell me about your day,❞ he repeated, ❝don't skimp on the details.❞

the head of her length is rubbed against her entrance, patting and tapping against mattie as a tease. not that it was entirely necessary. " fuck, you know what it does to me when you wear those shorts, mattie, " dani admits as she shifts her hips down just enough to slip the head of her dick inside.

mattie didn't react at all to her shorts being pulled down. there was a time where she would have, when she was still getting used to their arrangement, when she was still sexually inexperienced. but it had been months now... months free of her father's restrictive rules without having to worry about rent. her money was hers. all she had to do was make sure her work schedule complimented dani's, do the chores she'd known how to do since she was little, and let dani slip into whatever hole would best satisfy her in the moment. mattie was more than fine with that. she usually came too... which was probably better odds than any boyfriend she might get. not that she wanted a boyfriend. nothing that limited her freedom was worth it. mattie let out a soft grunt as the head of dani's dick slipped inside her already wet cunt. she had gotten into the routine of putting a vibrator in an hour before dani got home and taking it out about half an hour before. her roommate had usually worked up an appetite throughout the day so it just made sense to be ready. "they're my favourites. i'm not going to not wear them." she lifted the lid off of the pot now that the water was boiling and reached for the box of pasta on the counter, "how was your day?"

THE END OF THE F***ING WORLD 2017-2019

open to: f/femme faces connection: sibling/stepsibling, bestie, fwb!

fawn slowly looked up from scrolling through her instagram feed. she had only been half-listening to her stepsister and she didn't think that was wrong of her. she'd been listening to nonstop complaints ever since aspen came home in a sling... guinness world records for complaining had probably been broken already... and telling her to shut up wouldn't achieve anything. ❝are you serious?❞ fawn knew that she was. aspen had never been shy about speaking her mind or demanding what she wanted. ❝you watch way too much porn. this is the real world, dude. i'm not making family dinner weird and sexually charged because the golden child can't jerk off for a couple of days.❞ she side-eyed aspen before stretching out onto her stomach, pretending to refocus on her phone, her ass well-aligned with aspen's line of sight, ❝and definitely not for free... i'm not one of your brainless groupies. i accept cash, venmo, rights to your car for the week, having my nails paid for, maybe some of the stuff in your closet is cute enough to take...❞

“well,” zane smirks, completely unbothered by the intrusion, as he knots the towel in place at his hip, the damp water still glistening on his swimmer-built body, “if you want a better view, I might have to start charging. ”

felix had to admit that this party wasn't really working out for him. he'd promised his friends to be open-minded and he really was giving it a shot... until someone had spilled jungle juice all over his shirt. all of the bathrooms were occupied by people having sex. it had taken a lot to work up the courage to try bedrooms where he was definitely going to walk in on people having sex. but this one had been graciously empty when he first stepped in. now it really, really wasn't. ❝uh, hey,❞ felix ducked his head as his cheeks grew warm, still holding his damp t-shirt away from his sticky chest, ❝i'm sorry. thought i finally found an empty room.❞ he swallowed. it was harder not to look than he wanted to admit. ❝you could get away with charging for sure, though.❞ felix internally cringed. somehow, he managed to keep making things worse for himself. ❝i should leave right? i should leave.❞