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Doink
by:
-BonelessApple- 
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18.02.2021
92 comments
theroserainbowgamer
18.02.2021 02:53
LinkChili and rice, also fish. I wish we had shrimp though-
-BonelessApple-[OP]
18.02.2021 02:56
LinkOo nice!!
Who should start?
theroserainbowgamer
18.02.2021 03:16
LinkYou perhaps?
-BonelessApple-[OP]
18.02.2021 03:19
LinkSure :))
theroserainbowgamer
18.02.2021 03:22
LinkThank you, I’ll will start it off next time.
-BonelessApple-[OP]
18.02.2021 03:26
LinkNp!
The woman hummed gently to herself as she sat at a counter, she gently sipped at her glass of wine, her eyes briefly scanned the crowd. The club was loud and pretty full, neon lights flashed around and up on a stage was a stripper of course. Despite all the people around, she felt bored as hell. The attractive woman wore a skimpy, skin tight black dress that hugged her curves nicely. The end of the dress wasnt too low, if anything quite far up and the v-neck dress showed off quite a bit of cleavage. She wore some black stockings that slid into black heels. Her blue, bright eyes watched the people around her with regret in them.
*Makarov entered the bar for once wearing clothing, quite odd since all there was underneath was plain darkness. It hadn’t even been five minutes yet and he was already annoyed with the crowd around, he just wanted to get this little “reunion” between his old buddies over with because well he had business to attend to. After looking around for a bit he came to the conclusion he came early or maybe they were just late who knows, Makarov sighed and made his way to the counter for once not wearing his signature shit eating grin*
Her fingers slowly traced the rim of her wince glass as she grumbled softly to herself. She would much rather be at home bothering the shit out of Xavier. Her eyes slowly searched for someone on their own like her, she could try and make the best out of it, that is if she was really feeling it. She was just about to stand and leave before the familiar shadow man caught her eye. A gentle smile spread across her fave as she slid off of her stool.
Makarov: *he wore a grey vest with a black dress shirt underneath and some black dress pants to go with it, on top was just a trench coat hanging off his shoulders. The man’s chin rested on his palm as he watched the bartender serve customers, this wasn’t really what he had in mind for a night at the bar with “friends”*
She gently cleared her throat and adjusted her hair that was down, she hoped he would at least think of her as somewhat attractive. she blinked for a moment, what was she thinking? She shook the thought out of her head and put on a bright smile, with her glass in hand she walked over to him and murdered a gentle, "hello-"
Makarov: *he blinked and looked over, opening his mouth as if he was going to say something but immediately closed it when only seeing her. He almost didn’t recognize her at first. Hell, she was gorgeous- aha- yeah this is the point where he has to shut his mind up* ah, hey- Liv. *he stood up with a small smile* it’s been a bit.
She chuckled softly with a nod and smiled up at him. Her lips were gently parted. "Sure has been. How are you-?" She took a small sip of her wine, her cheeks a gentle pink. She felt- mildly embarrassed for letting him see her like this, but no backing out now. And plus, she enjoyed his company anyways.
Makarov: I’m pretty decent, and what about you? *he put his hands in his pockets and raised a brow, his eyes that lack pupils closely gazed down at her*
She shrugged and glanced down at the floor awkwardly before she glanced back up at him, managing the nervous grin. "Ah, I'm doing alright I suppose." She let out a light chuckle. "just bored." She arched a brow and her head quirked as her eyes locked with his. "What are you doing here-? Don't seem like the type to get out to places like this."
Makarov: I guess I don’t. *he let out a soft chuckle and sighed* I was supposed to be meeting with some old friends of mine but as you can see now they’re eh.. a bit late. *he shrugged, grinning out of awkwardness for explaining how he was basically stood up*
She let out a gentle snort and chuckled, nodding. She pat his back. "Aounds like fun eh? We could hang out instead then..?" She looked up at him hopefully, almost like a child.
Makarov: mmh.. *he averted his gaze for a moment and briefly looked around one last time for his buddies before looking at her again* heh- sure why not.
Her smile widened and she nodded quickly, leading him to some open stools beside the bar top with a chuckle. She grinned gently. "Now lets get you something to drink hm?"
Makarov: uhm, alright. *he sat down while in thought, the man rarely if not at all drank. Unsure of what to get he turned to her* I suppose I’ll get what you’re having-
She smiled gently and nodded, quickly ordering for him the same wine she had. She gave him a small smile. "Just a little warning, its a bit strong-"
Makarov: I’ll keep that in mind. *he carefully picked up his glass and stared into it, rubbing the rim of it with his thumb. Makarov hesitantly took a small sip of it before his eyes slightly widened in surprise* I- I see now- *he sounded as if he was caught off guard by the taste*
She chuckled softly and nudged his elbow before sitting. She bit her lip gently as she looked up at him. "It alright..?"
Makarov: yes, yes. *he softly chuckled, ruffling her hair* Though it’ll probably take some getting use too.
She smiled and nodded, readjusting her hair. "That's great!" She squeaked.
Makarov: not as great as you look tonight Ms. Underwood. *he took another sip of his glass with a slight smile forming on his lips*
Her cheeks dusted pink and she gent!y played with her hair as she took a sip. "You're really too nice-'
Makarov: am I? I’m just simply stating facts. *he murmured as he looked away taking a longer sip of his wine. shutting his mind up was going down the drain thanks to the wine he ordered, he didn’t know for sure if it was the drink though he just felt his mind start to slip a bit*
She smiled gently and leaned against the counter top, letting g out a gently purr. She look another sip of het drink by continued to play with her hair, unsure of what to say to him. But **** did HR look nice dressed like that-
Makarov: *he ran a hand through his hair as he got up, letting out a small snort. The man kept his eyes on her* damn, this drink really is something isn’t it.
She blushed gently as he watched him with a brow arched. Was it really that strong? She let putt a light chuckle and nodded, turning back towards him. "Enjoy it?'
Makarov: oh, very much. *he licked his lips, his eyes boring into her. One more moment of this and he might actually ruin what he planed for but he really couldn’t help but stare at the woman*
She hadn't seemed to notice the staring just yet and she nodded off, finishing off her glass, half wishing it would have been just a bit stronger to catch her as well. She ordered another of the same drink and told the bartender to put it on her tab.
Makarov: you ordering another Ms. Underwood? *the shadow like man raised a brow, getting closer*
She nodded quickly with a small grin. "Can't help it I suppose-"
Makarov: *he blushed, averting his gaze. Makarov put a hand on her thigh and murmured* I guess I can’t blame you for wanting more.
Her cheeks tinted pink and her eyes flickered down at his hand. Positive she was over thinking this, she nodded slowly and let out a soft, awkward chuckle. "I suppose.." She glanced off but didn't pull away, if anything, she enjoyed the attention from the shadow man.
Makarov: *he was half expecting a slap from her but to his surprise there was nothing, he awkwardly shifted a bit and gave her a short glance before his hand slowly moved to her upper thigh. What the hell is he doing? How was he going to explain this? He felt his chest flutter the closer he got to under her dress*
His blush deepened as her eyes stayed on his hand, she could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. He barely knew this guy so- why was she getting so excited. As she questioned herself she hadn't noticed her hands tightly gripping the edges of her stool.
Makarov: *he bit his lip as his hand reached under her dress, hesitantly putting his two cool fingers on her clit. Going through with it he began playing with her*
Her blush deepened and she stared down, gently leaning back against the counter.she let her hair fall into her face shyly as her legs closed around hos hand. She bit down onto her lip in am attempt to quiet herself, she wore a pair of black laced panties.
Makarov: *he added a third finger* you’re enjoying this aren’t you, Liv? *his voice was soft and husky as he spoke, looking down at her with his eyes that glowed. The man moved closer to her seat*
She let out a gentle, pitched whimper as her back seemed to arch into his touch. His lips parted as she seemed to have trouble keeping herself quiet, letting out soft mewls and pants. Hwr cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked down, refusing to answer. Instead she muttered. "W-were gonna get seen-" she finished off the small sentence with a soft squeak, she could be felt getting wetter and wetter by the second.
Makarov: we won’t if we aren’t too loud my little angel~ *he briefly looked around before moving in front of her with a smirk, he blushed more when getting a good look at her, her noises made his lust for her only grow. The man continued doing what her was doing his eyes not once leaving her*
She grit her teeth and she couldn't help but push down onto her hand and grind into it, her embarrassment only grew. She silently cursed herself for letting him see her like this, and she was unable to meet his gaze. A quiet moan escaped her lips and her fave flushed red, her eyes darted around nervously and her hands slid around his arm, reluctantly urging him on.
Makarov: *he chuckled, picking up the pace. It took everything he had to keep himself tame in a public place like this. This angel was really making it hard for him, he wasn’t sure if this was good or not* you’re adorable you know that?-
His*
She whimpered and she glanced up at him, her eyes were dilated and coated over with lust. She let out another, gentle moan and she let out a shaky breath. "Y-youre really good at this.." Her eyes subconsciously flickered down to his pants, the feeling captivating to her.
Makarov: *not wanting people to notice their “little moment” from all the noise he slowed down as He glance around the place before speaking in her ear* you wanna continue this at my place? *but that wasn’t the only reason to him wanting to leave, the man simply wanted to do more than jerk her off*
She let out a gentle, disappointed whimper when he slowly down but reminded herself of what was to come. She nodded slowly, her legs reluctantly spread slightly so he could pull away. She mumbled quietly. "A-alright..'
Makarov: *he pulled his hand away with a slight grin, looking down at her* can you stand Ms. Underwood?
She looked down and gave him a small, embarrassed nod as she slipped out of the stool, shakily standing. Her hand gently pulled down part of her dress that had been lifted while she was touching her.
Makarov: *he gently put a hand on her back as he led her towards the door while taking out some keys, the man rubbed his eyes finally noticing how everything felt like it was spinning. He cursed under his breath*
She raised a brow and watched his actions carefully. "Should I drive..?"
Makarov: *usually he..would’ve said no on the spot, of course he didn’t want to lose his life due to his stubbornness so..he let out a sigh then nodded* yes. *he led her outside and pressed a button on one of the keys, soon enough a black Ferrari with no roof drove itself from the parking lot to the front of the club. He gave her the keys* here.
she blinked for a moment, staring at the car before she nodded, unlocking the car.
Makarov: *once his door was unlocked he opened it and got in on the passenger side, he sat back in the seat and looked over to her* need me to tell you where to go?
She nodded as she slipped into the drivers seat and put the keys in the ejection thing. She gave him a small smile. "Yes please"
Makarov: alright, just keep going straight then make a left at the next turn. Then a right. Should be easy enough- *he took off his trench coat*
She nodded and started to drive carefully with a bright smile, her eyes scanned the road.
Makarov: *his hair blew in the wind as he stared at the evening sky, trying to keep his eyes off of her. The more he thought about it the more flustered he got believe it or not*
She enjoyed that the car had no roof, and enjoyed how the wind felt in her hair as she turned, her eyes spotted his house.
Makarov: we almost there Ms. Underwood? *he looked Ahead, looking for his house*
Makarov: heh, t-thank you- for driving. *he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck*
She nodded with a chuckle and pulled up into his driveway. "Its really no problem- there's no good in a drunk driver."
Makarov: I suppose. *he stumbled out of the car with a chuckle, taking his coat with him* toss me the keys?
She grinned and nodded,getting out along with him before tossing him the keys.
Makarov: *the drunk male just barely caught the keys then mumbled a thanks, he then walked over to her and grabbed her hand, leading her to his front door*
She felt herself growing more and more excited the closer they got, as well as nervous.
Makarov: *he stopped at the door, letting go of her hand and searched through the keys for a moment before finding the right one. He unlocked the door and opened it for her* ladies first.
She smiled gently and nodded, walking in. Her little halo could be seen nervously bobbing above her head, despite her excited eyes.
Makarov: *he walked in behind her, quietly closing the door. Makarov came up next to her, giving a small smile* you ready..?
She nodded quickly with a light chuckle. "Ready as ill ever be I suppose-"
Makarov: *he nodded, lightly tugging off his tie* alrighty. follow me then, I’ll show you to my room. *he Briefly glanced at her one last time before he began leading her to his room*
She nodded quickly and followed behind him, her cheeks a nervous shade of pink. Her hands fiddled with the bottom of her dress as she looked down.
Makarov: nervous? *he looked back at her while stopping at his bedroom door, it wasn’t too hard to tell because the halo hovering over her*
She nodded silently as she looked Down, she gently played with her hair and muttered gently as she stayed at his side. "S-sorry-"
Makarov: don’t be. It’s fine to be nervous Liv. *he rubbed the back of his neck* we could take it slow if you’d like.
She shook her head and gave him a small smile, looking back up. "its alright, whatever makes you happy-"
Makarov: *he hesitantly nodded with a bit of blush, putting a hand on the knob* I’ll- still keep you in mind. *a best as he can—. He opened the door for her* come on.
She nodded and walked into his bedroom, peering around curiously, though her halo stayed visible.
Makarov: *he sauntered in behind her and closed that door as well. The man turned on the lights but dimmed them down a bit, the place was as big as you’d think it is. There was a bed up ahead with velvet grey sheets and a silver vanity against a wall to its right with a window next to it, to the left was another door assuming it was his closet and a dark wood bedside table beside his bed that had a radio on it along with some scattered papers on it. Not much was in the room because well the man didn’t have many interests with anything*
The room took her breath away and she smile gently, turning to him. "Its lovely-"
Makarov: o-oh uh thanks. *his voice was quiet as rubbed his eyes in an attempt to stop the dizziness which didn’t work, he laughed a bit in disbelief at how he found it hard do something as simple as thinking straight*
She continued to smile and nodded slowly, her arms slowly slid around his waist. "So how should we..?" She glanced off, her cheeks dusting a soft pink.
Makarov: *he was a bit caught off guard by it but quickly recovered, the man let out a soft chuckle and looked down at her* 2 rounds? *he lifted her chin upwards to him* I’ll be top at least for the first.
Her lips parted slightly as she looked up at him, but her eyes were quick too avert as her blush deepened. "Sounds like a plan-"
Makarov: *he grinned and leaned in for a passionate kiss, his other hand placed itself on her lower back as he leaned in more*
She let out a shaky breath as she tried to relax, up she melted into the kiss, her eye fluttered shut.
Makarov: *he slipped in his tongue with a quiet groan as he pinned her against the wall, he was craving more of her by the second*
She leaned back into the wall and her hands slowly slid down his sides, she deepened the kiss as she pulled him closer.