Fluff (✨)
Smut (some G!p 🔥)
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Song (🎵)
I don't like writing angst so if you don't like it leave it, if you guys have ideas for fluff, or smut tell me.
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Warning: G!P Reader x G!P Nat, anal, oral, language.
(Sorry for mistakes, this is NOT proofread, enjoy!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Our bodies were moving together sensually, passionately, hotly against each other. Her cock rubbed against my back side, it felt hard, I could feel how it pulse in her pants, how much she wanted me, needed me. And I was in the same state as her. Our heads were fuzzy and fogy, I was sure we weren't gonna remember any of this the next day, but my mind felt like it was on auto pilot, I was sure she felt the same way.
''Let's get out of here Detka.'' Her raspy voice filled my ears, it made my head dizzy from all the tension between us.
I was in the process of preparing to head out to a club that had been recommended by my best friend at work. She had pointed out that I seemed uptight and needed some intimate company – which, I have to admit, wasn't entirely off the mark. The tension was palpable; my boss had been breathing down my neck all week, I had waded through a mountain of paperwork, and I had gone through the entire week with barely any decent sleep due to work demands. Moreover, it had been nearly a month since I last had any physical connection with someone, and I was beginning to feel the effects of that build-up; I was practically on the verge of sexual frustration-induced blue balls.
I slipped into a pair of compression shorts, swiftly followed by leather pants. A white shirt was next, and I topped it off with a leather jacket. My hair tumbled down my back as I released it from its confines. After applying my makeup, I was all set to go. I tidied up the area, returning everything to its place, and then gathered my house keys, phone, and wallet. With my belongings in hand, I exited my room and my house.
I dialed a taxi on my phone and, within five minutes, it arrived. Sliding into the back seat, I shared my destination with the driver. "Where to?" he inquired. "The gay club, please," I replied, prompting a nod from him. With that, he set the car in motion toward the club, situated about half an hour away from my current location. While en route, I remained engrossed in my phone, texting Jane about the club she had recommended.
After the passage of about thirty minutes, the car came to a halt in front of the club. I handed the driver a 50 dollar bill as a token of gratitude before stepping out of the vehicle. I made my way to the club's entrance, where a muscular gentleman, who appeared to be in his thirties, stood guard. "ID," he requested, peering down at me. Playfully, I quipped, "It's nice to know I still look young enough to be carded." Retrieving my ID from my belongings, I presented it to him. He scrutinized the identification and then looked back at me, ultimately nodding before returning it to me.
"Enjoy your night," I heard him mutter as I vanished behind the door. The club pulsed with music, its beats syncing with the rhythm of my heartbeats. Men and women swayed on the dance floor, some sensually entwined, while others engaged in passionate kisses. Some chose to lounge at the bar, laughing and imbibing drinks. Deciding to unwind a bit, I headed towards the bar, beckoning the bartender over. "What can I get you?" he asked, draping a cloth over his shoulder. "Could you fix me up with the strongest concoction you've got?" I inquired. He turned, immediately setting to work on crafting the potent drink.
