bad things

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/nb 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘: your muse(s) have caught the eyes of 2 wealthy CEOs. their prior connection is up for grabs (worker, neighbor, socialite, etc), but after both of them trying to compete for the person, they decided why not all be together? since then, bart has moved the 3 of them into the penthouse of his hotel 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊: bart bass (43) & nathaniel mallory (40) are 2 prominent CEOs in their respective businesses. note: nate has matt bomer as an alt fc if you’d prefer him over gosling!

❝     I ALREADY TOLD YOU,   i bought that for you to wear it around the penthouse.     i happen to think that you look quite good in it,   don’t you nathaniel?     ❞     as he finished the bourbon in his hand,   he looked over at the other ceo with a sly smirk on his face.     two narcissists would rarely ever disagree when it came to their significant other.     he went up behind the other blond and wrapped his arms around him.     ❝     i’d hate for you to have to see us play and not be able to touch.     ❞     with that,   bart pressed a kiss to nate’s neck and shoved his right hand down the man’s pants.

❝     COME ON BABY,   you know how we get.     ❞     the three of them cold barely get together like this because of their schedules.     this was supposed to be a special occasion and he wanted to celebrate with both bart and their significant other.     ❝     you know our rule about not touching yourself if we’re playing alone.     ❞     nate tilted his head a bit to the side to give the man more access.     he pushed his body back onto bart’s and moved his hand up,   thumb tracing the man’s bottom lip.     ❝     come join us if you’re going to be good.     ❞

he rose from his desk, double checking that there were no stragglers, before pacing over to where she sat. his arms folded over his chest, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at her, his head cocking to one side. “ did you take anything in ?? i know othello is not exactly the most strenuous academic topic, but i’d be curious if i were to make you sit a quiz right now if you’d manage to get anything right. ” he paused to shrug his shoulders. “ what do you think about that, zoey ?? ”

IT WAS hard to believe. a man with so many pretty young students lusting after him couldn’t have been easy. even aspen had witnessed the countless girls pulling up their skirts and lowering their TOPS in order to catch his gaze. “that’s actually impossible, but i guess i’ll just pretend to believe you.” she quipped before climbing on to his lap. god she felt so little pressed up against his large FRAME. it wasn’t unlike that moment she realized just how much of her type he was. handsome, tall, education, and older. all boxes checked and she hated that she wasn’t able to see it until now. rocking her hips against him in teasing slow MOTIONS, she had no qualms about being the one to corrupt him into an addiction of fucking his students - more specially her. “you’re telling me you’ve never looked up those pretty little skirts your students WEAR? or even just peep down the top of one of them? god knows i’ve looked at your crotch more than once. it’s just natural.” slowly unbuttoning her top, she pulled it open to reveal the baby pink laced bra that covered her perky breasts. “if you REALLY haven’t surely you’ll be looking at these during class now.”

The older man didn't think he would meet someone like Aurora who seem to be a girl he didn't think would be interested in him, more specifically the age difference between them. And yet, she seem to understand his worries with her affection towards him. It was lead to the two of them inside of her bedroom to continue their affair in the privacy of a locked door. Clothes being discard along the floor without a care for where they went until they were naked inside of the bedroom.

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓶𝔂 had luciana’s skin tingling, prickling, nerves ever so jumpy from this palpable tension. liquid brown irises darkened, the look in her eyes turning pleading- but not for mercy, no- never that. maybe she was silently begging him to understand the affect that he was having on her. maybe he already knew. when he bends closer into her face, the raspy tones of her voice lower instinctively. “are you so sure about that?” she thinks something is about to happen, yet he rips away, holsters his weapon, leaving luciana to gradually come down off of whatever high that had just been. right. she couldn’t forget about jason’s soft spot, the fact that he doesn’t sincerely wish to hurt her, but now she wants to hurt him. who the hell did he think he was? her gaze hardens like steel, trying to play off and ignore the slick need gliding down her innermost thighs- a blatant sensation to luciana because she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath that form-fitting dress. stubbornly, angrily, she turns to him and takes her time in the approach, walking more tall and confident than she actually felt. he was pissing her off, stomping and waving his gun around like he owned the place (which he did, but still). “it was just one little knife. you have to forgive me, you know violence is my most natural inclination. we can still be friends after this, can’t we?” two could play the teasing game. she wasn’t going to lose; her resolve was stronger than his, and she played dirtier than he did. “hm- a girl can’t have both?” palm of her hand brushes his thigh, just skirting around the print of his cock in his jeans as she sidles up close to where he’s posted against the desk- yet never fully touching her body to his. instead, her head tilts carefully into his neck, plump lips finding heated skin. “how do you moan, papi?” lovely mouth peppers kisses along the side of his throat, and the takeover is slow, gentle, and maddening, before her lips part and give way to sharp canine teeth. they sink slowly into a patch of skin, making their mark, yet she pulls back almost as quickly as the love bite forms. “do you have any rosé? that’s what i want, thank you.”

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱. it spread through her tight little body in a vicious fucking frenzy, pooling especially in her lower tummy. a tender, barely audible moan escapes from those bee-stung lips the moment masculine fingers coil in her hair and force her head back. there was something natural about her body’s following reaction, hands coming to softly flutter up against jason’s abdomen, curling desperately into the fabric of his shirt. she didn’t just appreciate this side of him, it was a fucking turn on to be held at gun-point by someone so potentially… barbaric. “call it women’s instinct.” she didn’t know how she was getting out of this, but a gut feeling told her that the games were only just beginning. and fuck, would she love to draw something like this out until wicked passion destroyed them both. “fix it? oh no, papi, i’ve come to raise hell.” luciana felt like practically squirming up against him, but the gun was between them, leaving her to quietly deal with the wetness between her thighs all on her own. “i know you’re running an illegitimate business, papi,” now she didn’t know this for a fact, but when force couldn’t get her what she wanted, only silver-tongued lies could. “you might know how to sometimes handle me, but your bartenders don’t. a few drinks and some sweet words, and they love to talk.” honestly, she should’ve gone to manipulate someone who worked for him instead of going straight to the big dog himself, but luciana often made reckless mistakes when it came to this man. “now, shall we talk like grown-ups? keep the gun, but at least offer a girl a drink.”

“𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓪 𝓰𝓾𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓮?” luciana reacted with feigned surprised, despite the quick flutter of adrenaline in her bones. no, it was more than that. excitement from the addiction to dangerous, unpredictable situations. “sexy,” she compliments almost fondly, though slightly unaware of where to put her knife now. she couldn’t very well use it. and she would use it this time, to save herself, she would watch jason bleed out on the bar floorboards. however, she imagined that he would feel the same about her should she continue trying to come between him and his money. nevertheless, now she’s invested. wants to see how far she can bend a man until he breaks. loud steel clangs against the floor as she deliberately drops her weapon, but she still approaches the armed man with a disastrous smirk. now her fate was in his hand, and that was literally the most exciting type of game to someone like her. “and here i thought you were a physical man who’d find guns to be silly. after all, knives are so much more personal. they sink so much deeper. but i do appreciate this side of you-” and she shows it by draping elegant fingers against the back of his hand holding the gun, guiding jason and the weapon slowly until he’s aiming directly for a spot against her chest. “you still haven’t won, yet, handsome.” pretty lips smirk, silently begging for a taste of violence, or for whatever a man such as jason might have in store for her. “it pisses you off that i’m always one step ahead of you, doesn’t it?”

plot: dylan is fucking your muse and in the middle of it their partner calls them. 

connections: partner’s so, secretary, best friend’s so, sibling’s so, etc…

“that’s it baby, you’re doing such a great job,” he praised softly, eyes fixed on the sensual image the big mirror offered him. he had the other bent over the desk of his office, enough clothes pulled out of the way to allow his huge cock to pound into them recklessly. it wasn’t the first time he had fucked them in an almost public place and it wouldn’t be the last if he managed to have his way. with his suit pants around his ankles, big cock thrusting in an out of their stretched hole, dylan’s smirk only grew wider as the phone started to ring, the name of his fuck buddy’s partner showing on the screen. “by all means, pick it up. we don’t want them suspecting anything, do we?” he stopped then, pulling almost completely out of them only to thrust back hard, giving them his all. “make sure to keep your voice steady or they will have questions.” 

                                     kendall closed her eyes and she was in a cloud of pleasure. there was nothing she had to do but float, as all of her nerves were assaulted at once. one of her hands was firmly attached to her breast, squeezing, and she moved the other, pressing it on her stomach, wishing to feel just how hard he was RAILING her. and she was LOVING it and making it very clear. 

she could feel his thickness dragging against every single ridge inside her, pressing into the most sensitive spongy spot that had her toes curling and her moans choking in her throat, coming out in whined whimpers. oh GOD. it was like the fantasy she’d been having had sprouted life and come to fuck her. just a small reach further down with her hand, and she found her clit, her fingers fully through the hole in the wall, palm atop her groin now; and she just pressed down on it, almost squealing at the sudden intense spark, only aided by his thrusting. her thighs shook. “a-AH! so close. already.” at this point she hoped she’d get to cum more than once, and before she could even finish the top, the first one hit her with shaking all over her, and spasms along his whole length inside her pussy, as she screamed for the orgasm she had been waiting all day for.

         With good this day was going with a woman allow him to do exactly what he wanted, Reese knew for certain was going to have a different attitude going in to the business transaction after this. His hands wished he could TOUCH more than her smooth thighs and hips. He certainly wanted more of this after today with how ELECTRIC his body was feeling, even more than anyone he has ever fucked.

“𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾,” those husky feminine tones, as smooth as fine red wine, praise him even with the knife pressed to scorching skin. however, luciana takes a step back, and then another. the knife gleams between their bodies, gorgeous blade willing to slice at anything but it’s particularly confusing how she doesn’t wound him first just to get what she wants. wouldn’t sinking her blade into his flesh been the smarter play? luciana disguises her inner uncertainty with a devilish grin upon kiss-bruised lips. “well, i don’t know the code myself. be a dear and open it up for me.” the entire time, she’s studying his frame, cat eyes burning into his back side and slender muscles poised to react to any sudden movements. she’s not only sly, but more petite and faster than jason. on the other hand, given his reputation, she can’t put brutality past him- there was still the matter of him possibly engaging in illegal business. if luciana had been curious enough, she could’ve found out the truth for herself, but she had her own illegal issues to take care of. “don’t be upset, papi. no one ever really wins against me.” it wasn’t as though he put up a real fight, either. a fact that was terribly alarming. did he have some other plan up his sleeve for killing her? dark sweeping lashes lower a fraction, her gaze setting into a sizzling glare and her heels scuttling up to jason from behind whilst he worked the safe. “always a pleasure doing business with you, though. at least give me a kiss goodbye, as well. since you’ve missed me so much.”

— Hm… You’re doing good… I have to admit you know how to suck a cock. — He stroked her hair, looking at her and keep his cock buried in her throat. — Impress me more. Put your tongue out and lick my balls. Like a good slut. — He demanded, feeling his own cock throbbing inside her mouth. The taste of his precum was already starting to flood that cave. — Show me that, slut. And then I can fuck your throat properly.

With cock still her throats and tears to spill from how she had to keep her gag reflex relaxed for so long, she stuck her tongue out and give licks to his balls. She knew he wasn't telling her to do it, more along of the line demanding her to do it. She can taste his precum going down her throat, nothing to do to stop it from happening. Her hands at her sides to allow him to be the one who moved her head., even not being able to do anything other hum in approval.