iridescent

fragile petite gf 🤝 aggressive rough bf

xavier counted out loud, putting on a show for her even though he doubted she could hear him from clear across the house. "one mississippi, two mississippi—" he trailed off, the echo of his own voice bouncing off the high foyer ceilings. he followed her ghost through the hallway, past the open doors of the gym, down into the blue-lit corridor that led to the private movie theater. the marble was slippery, and he nearly lost traction before rounding the corner by a linen closet. juliet wasn’t there, but the door was ajar, and for a split second, he pictured her tucked among the monogrammed towels, breathless and grinning. but no, she’d keep moving, wouldn’t hide so early in the game. she’d want to make him chase. he kept moving, careful not to knock over the vase his mother had bought during some ill-fated trip to murano. he paused at the threshold of the laundry room. the room was lit and the scent of lavender detergent was heavy in the air. the humming of the washer and dryer would be an odd sort of camouflage for a hiding spouse. he braced a hand against the door and pushed it open further, scanning the shadowed corners of the room. creeping forward, silent on the balls of his feet, he stared at the long row of cabinets, the hampers, and the shadowed alcove behind the ironing board where his wife might have wedged herself if she was feeling particularly clever. "you know, this will be so much easier for me if you just surrender," he called out, modulating his tone to fake boredom.

she loved how much of a performance he was putting on for her. even if his voice was distant, juliet could sense that xavier must be getting closer. pulling her legs close to chest, she had to bury her face into her knees to muffle her breathing and keep herself quiet. she couldn't decide if it was a good decision to stay put or stay make a run for it where she might have more space to escape if he somehow caught up to her. but just as juliet nearly convinced herself to run, she heard the doorknob to the laundry room turn. eyes quickly shot up towards that direction though it was blocked from her vision as she had tucked herself away in the space between some shelving. his voice was clear now, the amusement evident in his tone. and god it was so difficult to resist the urge to reply, to throw back a witty quip. but she pressed her hand over her mouth, doing her best to stifle any noise. instead, she simply shook her head to herself and pulled herself closer in as if she might be able to hide away until her husband believed she was hiding elsewhere.

hiro watched as every layer of hesitation fully unfurled from trisha. could see it now, how eager she was for them, how it reflected in the way she reacted to them — from the way she sucked on their tongue, to the gasp she let out, and now even how she agreed to it happily, to them eating her out. wondered if she'd even had a slight expectation that things would turn out this way, but knew that it didn't even really matter. not when they had her eager under them, wet as a hose and knowing she was probably throbbing for him. "'course i do," hiro confirmed once again, kissing her hard as his hands began to tug down on her panties, "nothing more i wanna do right now, actually." and then with another peck to her lips, he started climbing down. bunched up her skirt because of course, he still wanted trisha in it, but by the time he reached face-level with her pussy, her underwear was placed haphazardly on the couch behind them and he moaned at the sight of her. didn't even give her a warning anymore, just dove headfirst, mouth latching onto her drooly mess of a pussy. "fuck—" he groaned the moment he tasted her, eyes rolling back. trisha was fucking delectable. as expected, but still, his tongue was eager and ready as it laved over her taking in the length of her cunt before he focused on her peaked clit. his hands were even a little rough as he parted her knees open, not wanting any possible obstructions as he are her put. "fucking delicious ass pussy."

a small part of her still couldn't believe all of this was happening, and with hiro of all people. they had been someone trisha had admired and looked up to for basically the entirety of her career. the fact that they even liked her work and also liked her? it was insanity. all of this must be a dream and she didn't want to wake up from it. wanted to savor every wave of electricity he sent throughout her, the way hiro admired and worshiped her. it was unreal. it couldn't get any better than this. but when they brought themself down to her center, face-first into her cunt with a hunger trisha had never experienced, she nearly shrieked from pleasure. the intensity of his lapping against her sensitive core had her tensing up into him. fingers found his dark curls, carding through his hair as she held onto him for dear life. "fuck–!" she whined, eyes squeezed shut. she didn't know if she needed him closer or needed him to slow down. all trisha knew was that she wanted more. "d-don't stop. p-please."

the cuddling felt too natural. reminded them of when they were younger, when things were a little less bombarded by expectations and apparent maturity. zayn tucked his hands under her waist, making sure he was hugging morgan tight against him. almost felt like they were just hanging out, if you forgot that they'd just fucked nasty on his couch minutes before. was more than pleased with her reactions too, seemingly fine with the ideas, even blushing at little. "oh yeah, it happened a couple months back when you were seeing that guy? kevin? kyle? whatever—" his name was kieran, but zayn refused to acknowledge him ever. which he now realized was jealousy. "—well while you were googly eyed over him i was enjoying myself." let the pause settle, pressing a chaste kiss to his best friend's mouth before smiling when she offered up her words. "well that's just perfect isn't it?" he kissed her again, harder this time, pouring all the desire into it. "we get to be absolutely debauched together won't that be fun?" tightened his hold on her body. "won't mean i won't tease you for liking all that shit though. little heathen."

"again, you keep calling me these things, but have you looked in the mirror, zayn?" morgan huffed indignantly. would cross her arms if it weren't for zayn's close proximity to her. and yet they couldn't deny how much they enjoyed him hugging her. the way he squeezed her so tightly she could almost convince herself that there might be something there between the two of them. "kieran." the correction came out a bit too tense. it hadn't been a long relationship but morgan had hoped it would have lasted longer than it actually did. "dude, when were you not enjoying yourself." she rolled her eyes and shook her head at them before the brief annoyance melted away from the contact of his lips upon hers. "so fun." she had attempted to sound dry and unamused but the soft smile on her lips betrayed her. "now, can this heathen go clean up, or are you going to force us to stay like this on my couch for the rest of the night?"

btw i'm dropping basically everything with a few rare exceptions. will post a plotting/starter call in the coming days if anyone still wants to write together 🥺