𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅 ;

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MUSE : tatum vasquez , 28 , bisexual . 

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Isaac couldn’t remember seeing anything even close to as sexy as Kinsley reclining in her lingerie–to say nothing of the fact that it was lingerie she designed! “W-well…” He shook his head incredulously. “…the full effect was felt! You…

“My goodness, Kinsley! I… I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re looking for, like, actual critique, but… I’m still… I’m still stunned! This is… You are… My goodness…” He shook his head again, just kind of losing himself to the sight of her, feeling his body flush warm all over and his pants get tight between his thighs. “Is this… You designed this for you, right? I mean, you… you get to keep… keep this? Because I’d hate to think you’d have to… My gosh.

“Could you, um…” His heart was trying to punch its way out of his ribcage. “Could you stand for me? Spin? Give me the full…” He swallowed thickly, shocked at himself for being so suggestive. “The full look?”

The last thing Isaac wanted to do was lose the impossibly sexy look of Kinsley’s robe off her shoulders and in the crooks of her arm, but, well… there was no other way for him to see the whole thing unless she took the robe off, right?

his reaction is sweet , and it’s affecting her more than she thought it would . she giggles softly , licking over her lower lip before brushing her hair out of her face . “ well , if you think i should keep this one for myself     then maybe i should , ” kinsley nods , shifting her weight as she gazes at him . eyebrow raises at his request , but she complies . “ of course . ”

“well, if you wanted it appreciated, you’ve come to the right girl,” arden teases. “i’m… somewhat of a connoisseur.” a fancy way of calling herself an ass girl, but this was a fancy event, after all. she grins as tatum slides into the seat, and she downs the last of her champagne before deftly grabbing a fresh glass from a passing waiter. “well,” she says, licking her lips as she lets her gaze fix on the other’s. “with an ass as juicy as yours, i’d definitely have to just play with it a bit first. squeeze it, spank it, bite it a little. i might even eat it if she’s into that.” the tattooed redhead raises her brow. “but once it’s prepped… that’s when she’d get bent over. the nearest surface, really, i’m not picky about surfaces. just asses.” arden drums her fingertips over the table playfully as she takes another sip. “still with me?”

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  honestly  ,  if  tonight  didn’t  work  then  this  whole  love  thing  would  remain  at  its  place  in  his  life  :  on  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛  .  seems  as  though  the  moment  male  gets  attached  ,  it  goes  to  flames  ,  either  being  ghosted  or  humiliated  by  unreciprocated  feelings  .  must’ve  been  him  ,  at  least  in  his  mind  ,  although  watching  others  so  f  r  i  v  o  l  o  u  s  l  y  fall  in  love  was  ..  simply  disheartening  .  hence  what  he’s  doing  here  ,  a  relatively  chill  longue  with  music  that  didn’t  thump  through  his  entire  figure  .  maybe  ,  just  maybe  ,  things  were  a  c  t  u  a  l  l  y  beginning  to  look  up  for  him  .  maybe  .  has  gotten  a  brief  description  of  said  individual  ,  but  not  enough  to  fully  make  -  out  their  features  .  eyes  glance  around  before  stumbling  across  a  figure  ,  mostly  alone  ,  careless  as  to  if  its  his  date  or  not  considering  their  looks  .  walks  over  before  sliding  himself  into  the  empty  space  beside  them  ,  warm  demeanor  settling  in  ,  “  hey  ,  you  ,  uh  ,  here  a  g  a  i  n  s  t  your  will  too  or  what  ?  ”

Isaac sat in what had come to be his usual seat, where he would join Kinsley and discuss her latest ideas, review her latest designs, and just generally help her. This time, however, he felt like he was going to melt into that chair, his eyes wide behind his glasses and his skin several degrees hotter than usual.

“O-oh… my goodness. K-Kinsley… I… Wow.”

That wasn’t the most articulate praise he’d ever given her designs, but it was a start, wasn’t it? Especially considering the shock of her appearing and baring herself to him like that?

Their friendship began innocently enough, with Kinsely having designed the bridal party for a wedding of his parents’ friends. Isaac had to attend, of course, and while the entire affair was as awful as he expected, he remembered being quite taken with the appearance of the bride and bridesmaids. Upon learning she had designed them, Isaac, surprisingly enough, didn’t hesitate to commend her.

One thing led to another and they actually began talking most of the night–and most days since then. Isaac had no real intentions on going into fashion, but he found himself often drawn to Kinsey’s work, and that must’ve manifested in something useful, because she often solicited his opinion.

This time, however, was entirely new. Was he guilty of looking at her a few times in ways just a friend wouldn’t? Yes, but he also never dreamed she would look at him the same way.

And that’s what this was, wasn’t it? Why else would she model a piece for him? Unless she thought it was better this way? Either way, he was stunned, and felt it his duty to say so. “You…” He pushed his glasses up his nose as his eyes wandered hungrily over her body, stopping especially at the way the cups of the bra supported her already impressive chest. “…Wow!” he exclaimed again, a rush of air leaving him. “I… I’m speechless! I just… Wh-why… Um. Not that I’m… goodness. Not that I’m complaining or anything but… why model for me? I mean, why model it? Why model the… piece. I…” he whimpered, his brain short-circuiting.

okay , maybe she shouldn’t have done this - but she’s just waiting for a reaction . and then , there it is .  her cheeks flush a little as she listens to him , making her way over to him before running her fingers through her hair - sitting down in front of him . she leans back slightly , keeping the robe closed at her waist , but leaving her cleavage on display for him . 

when they’d started talking at the wedding , she’d never imagined anything would come from it - let alone , this . of course , she’d seen the way the younger male looked at her every now and then but she never questioned it . maybe that was the reason that she’d had the confidence to do this , she wouldn’t usually . a soft laugh leaves her lips , moving a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she gazes at him .