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"how do i know?" echoes the sentiment incredulously. "maybe because you covet my baked goods, which are literally all made of flour." points out, a giggle escaping a moment later. hand reaches up to quiet herself, pink fingernails covering pink lips and she's sure at this point, he's sensed the theme. even the mixing bowls and wooden spoons are pink. the playful back and forth is fun, teasing at something closer, beckoning at maybe a real intimacy. nina wants him closer but finds she's unsure of how to request it other than to tempt him, to see if he'll take up space when she offers it. dante doesn't come across as the kind of guy who doesn't take what he wants, especially when it's offered. the second he begins to come close, on instinct nina braces herself, body stiffening against the counter and then relaxing, breath catching in her throat as she tilts her chin up to look him in the eye. aware of the hands that make home on each side of her, trapping her there in the way she so desperately wanted him to. "a little." relents, another challenge presented to him which he probably intended to take regardless, because he begins to launch into the most stunning explanation of all of the things he'd do to her in order to make those legs of hers give out. "i..." blinks, feels his point be proven by the heat between her legs, wetness pooling between her thighs pointedly at the thought of him taking her in any capacity. not to mention, his sudden closeness, lips barely inches apart. quickly becomes evident she's holding her breath, hands tightening their grip on the edge of the bench. "i don't think i'd want to hear about it, so much. i'd actually really like you to do those things to me." doesn't know where the confidence is coming from, but she wants him. wants this. leans up a little to meet him with her lips just barely ghosting over his, a breathy plea following closely after. "please."

it isn't often that dante found himself at ease with another person, family included. such a tiny admission normally would have resulted in him overcompensating as a result, trying to prove that the taylor swift comment was a blip, a stupid remark — but he laughed it off with nina, she was intimidating in all the ways he was unfamiliar with. to him, a kitchen was a kitchen, he could appreciate a sleek design or thick marble island but most of it was lost on the man. but with the way nina glanced around the space he could sense it was important to her, that each square foot of this room had been tended to by her at some point — was it insane for him to be envious of a mixer? maybe. or maybe he was just too deep into her to actually care whether it was or not. "yes! how do you know i don't have some weird allergy to flour? i could be dead right now ... you're lucky i'm built of stronger stuff", dante attempts to keep his features serious, as if him not collapsing in a heap on her kitchen floor was a blessing, yet it only lasts for a blink before he's laughing. watching the white powder catch in her lashes and land on the tip of her nose only make dante laugh louder. she was even more appealing than the cookies she bakes. his comment was bold, even if he said it offhandedly dante still watches her pretty face, deducing if he's gone too far or read things correctly. alone in her café the atmosphere is different, thicker. he takes her revised stance as an invitation, moving around the island to step before her, to make a home against the soft curves of her body. "clearer?" palms press against the counter on either side of nina and beside her own hands, caging her in as his head dips. "you want to know how i'd lift you up on this island and spread your legs? how i'd kneel on this floor and pull aside panties that i know are starting to get uncomfortable? or how i'd bend you over so your tits get covered in the flour you love so much?" each question brings his mouth closer to hers, gaze glued to those tempting lips.

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"you better." words are said with a sort of petulance, almost like a grumpy child chiding another, but the movement patterns of his hands indicate otherwise. they slide up and down her sides, cupping her ass and then as one arm wraps around her waist, a hand cups her breast over her clothes. nose bumps against hers and parker nips at her bottom lip. "if i gave them fuckin' spank bank material of the two of us fucking, i might actually end up murdering one of them for looking at you too long." he growled, tugging her closer possessively. "i don't wanna share you."

melting into his warm embrace, she inhales his scent -- that one that was so intoxication. "yeah? and i love you so fucking much," she confesses running perfectly manicured digits through his soft hair. smiling softly as he plants a kiss upon her forehead, enjoying the sudden softness that he possesses. "and we can put on a whole show for them, let them leave here with blue balls," laughter escapes lips as she leans a tad closer towards his features, nose brushing against his. "just you, baby. . . the only one that gets me going."

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sports a smile at his words, glad to see he isn't the type of guy who brushes off the idea of girly things. nina's never understood that, why a guy would dislike girly things and then want her, a girl with bubblegum pink hair and a generally sweet disposition about her. "oh, so you're saying that you think i'm worth something? like a little effort?" grins playfully in return, unphased by the possibility of nerves in the way he states it. lips part as she nods, impressed by 'basketball player' though she supposes she doesn't know how successful he is. "i'm in college right now, for nursing, but i also bake on the side. it's kind of my favourite thing in the world, but it's... i don't know. yeah. complicated."

"hey, sometimes i just need a nice chill night. . . getting one of those in a double shot? killer," he was definitely a nerd disguised as a certified fucked boy -- hoping the femme wouldn't be turned off by the idea once she figures out his personality. as the bartender returns with their drinks, he slid hers over towards her before chuckling and shaking his head. "guess you can say i don't really put my time and effort into girls until i see that they're truly worth something," absolutely cheeky of him to state, but it came out like word vomit. "oh me? well, just a basketball player," deciding to leave out how he was in the nba. "what about you?" he stirs his drink, having a taste of it.

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elio is beyond weak for her and he knows it, feels it especially when she's playing with him like this, but he won't complain. how could he, watching her pull off his cock, leaving it glistening and saliva slick as she strokes it and slides that warm tongue up the shaft? "fuck..." he hisses and then sighs, wondering why he curses himself with trying to work when he could just be enjoying the feeling of her perfect, talented little mouth going to work on him instead. teeth bite into his lower petal and he rolls his eyes dramatically. "fuckin' brat." snips and then rolls his chair forward a little bit, so his length sinks deeper into her mouth, tip hitting the back of her throat. the heavy breathing ends with a slight choking sound and then elio is doing his best to be switched on, nonchalantly greeting his chat and pointing out a few of his viewers. camera thankfully isn't angled far down enough so anyone can see his hand as it slides under the desk, caressing her hair. starts loading into a match as soon as a couple of his friends join his team and he joins minimally in conversation, noticing comments already rolling in about how he's quiet tonight.

that intense eye contact sends tingly sensations all over her body, lips curving into the widest of smiles. "don't threaten me with a good time. . ." enjoys when he shoves her into the mattress while slamming into her, making her feel all of him slip deep inside of her. sylvie always wanted to skip under his desk while he gamed with his friends, show how badly she was missing him in bed, but this pushes beyond that. wanting to see if her mans could really hold a straight face as he was lodged deep down her tight throat. digits strokes as she pulls him out of her mouth again with a pop. starting at the bottom as she drags her tongue up his shaft, "can you really keep quiet, baby?" teases him as she smacks the head against her features before warm inviting mouth welcoming him in deeper. hearing the countdown begin, she uses it as her chance to allow his head to hit the back of her throat, tongue lapping around him showing him just how good she could take it.

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it's as if something snaps in him, though naomi offers her warmth and kindness, all auden hears is that she's suffering at his behest. she thinks, somehow, there's a way to fix him, that he's not broken beyond repair. "i do treat you like shit." he states, firm and much colder now. "you're just too pathetic to acknowledge it. you'd rather live in this fairy tale but the truth is, i don't care about you."

it pains her, the way that he sees himself; wishing that he could just see himself through her eyes. how she simply couldn't go on without him besides her. "you don't treat me like shit, i think you're just in your head a little too much. i'm here for you. it's been like this since as long as i know." and he wasn't going to give up on him, not now -- not ever.

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"yeah, well, send the bill to my people or whatever. this is what you're getting and if you back out now, i'll have to put effort into exacting revenge on you." not true, but casper doesn't need to admit that. if anything he's grateful to at least have an option for tonight, it's better than being by himself, even if his date detests him. he scoffs, turning to look at her as he reaches for the door to the limousine. "you think this is for you? this is for me. as if i'd arrive in anything less." doesn't wear the privileged dick act well, considering where he came from, but he pretends anyway.

annoyance casts over her features, hoping that with the fuel of alcohol it'll make him more tolerable. "i still feel like that's not enough compensation for dealing with how insufferable you are. . ." more like he was blackmailing her, something to hold onto her secret regarding that football player she had a crush on. it was stupid and now she was under his commands. "a car service? damn, didn't realize you were going all out on me.." she admits, yet follows him out of the doors as the long limo pulls up.

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lips part with intent to protest, but persephone manages to shut her mouth, exhaling harshly from her nose. it doesn't feel good to hear his judgement, but she can't argue that he's necessarily wrong. blinks, looks down at her feet and then groans. "date? what, like get played by multiple guys by once? or be on an app? give me a break. raya is where romance goes to die." drama is clearly her middle name, from the way she throws herself back against her chair. "i'm doomed."

"i think that's your problem. . . you want to be in love so bad that you jump into relationships so fast," watching time after time again, how these guys played her like a fiddle. andres had to be the harsh person -- making her realize that her actions wasn't going to get her anything she wanted. "why don't you date around before settling down into a relationship?"

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"even if you were, i can bet you were fucking adorable." admittedly romy kind of hopes the champagne goes straight to her head so she can shamelessly flirt. she's never felt this kind of determination to woo someone, it even takes her aback when the hunger and want kicks in, seeing the way kenya takes her in. laughs at her question, shrugging a shoulder. "i wouldn't question it, i would just enjoy that we both want to be close to each other right now." she decides, stepping into her space confidently. the heels help, but she doesn't match her height and god, she likes it.

"hey, i have no room to judge -- i was a weird little kid growing up," nose crinkles as chuckles fell from plumped lips. taking a sip of her own drink in hand, she using that opportunity to drink her all in -- scan her amazing figure before meeting her gaze once again. "lovely to meet you, gorgeous. i'm kenya," soft hand met the others giving her a firm handshake, snickering ever so slightly. "why do i have the urge to hug you even though we just met?"

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"or maybe i'm just enjoying the free entertainment." words are spoken with a knowing smirk, plump glossy lips then parting as she breaks into a smile, rolling her eyes at him. resists the urge to shove him and then she leans forward, speaking matter-of-factly. "actually, they remind me of my grandmother. who is dead. so, i hope you're happy you're laughing at me being sincere and whimsical." she's not that mad about it, really, more so milking what she can get out of him having to feel bad. "you better give me an equally sweet fact about yourself."

smirk etches across his lips, leaning back in the lounge chair as he shrugs his shoulders, "might be corny as hell, but dunno -- if you didn't like it you would've pulled someone else for a chat by now," rather happy that she was engaging in this very conversation with him. laughter roars from his throat, "are butterflies your good luck charm or something?" that random fact about her was entertaining, striving for him to want to know her even more.

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not gonna be on for a while today 💔 but i'm around if anyone wants to plot

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both arms wrap around her middle, holding her tightly against him as he exhales, nodding. "you are loved by me. you fuckin' know that." he reminds, though as he leans down and kisses her forehead, he finds he's surprisingly into this idea... at least as a concept. "you're giving me ideas. thinking about them seeing what you let me and no one else do to you, how good you take my cock..." voice has dropped a couple octaves, only loud enough to be heard between the two of them. "no one else, huh? just me?"

when he immediately draws her closer, it's a tell sign that he was giving in -- willing to shove the stupid fight aside because in the end of the day they both weren't ready to lose each other. "i like that you're so possessive over me though, makes me feel loved by you," she admits arms wrapping around his neck as she lifts her gaze to scan his features. "most definitely, show to everyone how you're simply the only one that i want. that no one would ever top you."

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"i feel like you're too cool for a girly drink, but i gotta say... tastes nicer when you kiss someone after one of those." nina doesn't really know where she got the bravery to be so bold with someone so hot, but she's making it work. maybe it was the pregaming before she came out. scoffs at his question. "don't play dumb. you've looked in a mirror. i bet you make girls melt all the time..." she keeps her eyes on him now, nodding in agreement. "i think we will too. um... so, what do you do for work?"

"a girl with taste, i like that." smile grows across his lips, placing in an order for the both of them as he leans against the counter -- making sure his undivided attention was on her. "me? intimidating? how so?" soft chuckle falls, he's curious as to what her answer would be, as if he's hanging onto every inch of her words. "spend a couple hours would me and see if that changes, though i have a good feeling that we'll vibe well together."

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exhales slowly, smirking down at her as he keeps intense eye contact. "you know i will if i have to." he doesn't respond playfully, hoping the look on his face conjures memory of him fucking her into the mattress or on his bedroom floor, possessive and ravenous. nods slowly, knowing he more than appreciates that dirty mind of hers. although she uses it against him so much of the time, he gets to benefit from the things she comes up with and he knows it. elio has trouble holding himself back from her, so he knows it'll be a struggle, but even as he knows the timer is counting down too quick for him to enjoy this moment, he keeps staring. "fuck... that's right, show me how much you're gonna take while i gotta sit here and pretend i don't have a dirty little slut under my desk." voice is husky as he stares her down and then clenches his jaw, glancing up one last time. two minutes now. "gonna have to be quiet soon. starting in a sec."

just like that she had him captive by her words, wanting to be pushed to her limits as eyes glistens at his words. "and what if i don't tell you are you going to fuck it out of me?" sweet giggles escape looking up at him with her big wide eyes. as if she's happiest when she's on her knees right in front of him. "think you'll be very pleased by how dirty-minded i could get, baby." his groans were like music to her ears, sweet bliss as she plants another sweet kiss against his throbbing member. "i can't help it, especially when i'm at the mall and i'm having a hard time deciding which lingerie looks best on me. i just need your help deciding..." but sylvie enjoys photographs and videos, enjoys documenting their filthiest selves. another round of soft giggles falls from her lips at the smack, causing her hues to darken even more. "i only want to be the best for you," finally, putting him out of his misery, her warm mouth welcomes him in, humming against his shaft as she meets his gaze.

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hates himself more than anyone else, which is evident when he even wants to push naomi away. auden's downward spiral tends to be measured by how far his father has pushed him and this time it's worse than it has been in a long time. "why would i be your person? i'm awful to you. i treat you like shit."

"because i'm not like everyone else -- i don't leave when things get difficult," maybe she was the one person who could manage his temper, not flinching an inch at the anger that overtakes his persona. "it's not wasting time when i believe that you're my person."

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"aw, you're so considerate." the moment where he's pretending to be grateful is swiftly interrupted by the smack to his elbow and cas pretends it hurts, rubbing over it with a frown. "i told you i would give you two hundred dollars and introduce you to that footballer you read fanfiction about when we were teenagers." he reminds her, all too happy to embarrass her as her arm finally slides into his. "right this way to the car service, m'lady." begins to lead her out the doors of the hotel they've been staying in to the waiting limo.

"great, we can record it so you can get off on it later," moves to smack his elbow before letting out a huff of her breath. "i don't think so, you make my life pretty miserable. . . how did you even get me to agree to this again?" it was a big question, her biggest annoyance was now officially her fake boyfriend? slowly sliding her arm into his, "let's get this shit over with."

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the groan that rumbles out of persephone is almost immediate after he finishes chastising her habit to romanticise men who are hardly worth it. "but i don't want to focus on myself. i want to be in love." knows how she must sound, like a childish, spoiled princess. "it's not my fault they all pretend to be good guys until the time comes to actually be one."

brow quirks at her suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe a word she says -- yet still decides to voice his opinion no matter what. "mm, you need to stop hanging around those little shit head of boys you call boyfriends and focus on yourself." or rather what was in front of her. his tone playful -- hoping it helps with her not getting too mad at his opinion.

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"so you're a sweetheart too. don't wanna judge even if you think a girl's being weird." romy is thankful for the drink in her hand, because women like this tend to make her a little nervous. she won't show it, though, just sips on her champagne and then grins, admiring her even more obviously now. "you're making me really glad i got the balls to come over here, then. i'm romy, by the way." holds out her hand, intending to lift the other's to her lips in greeting.

"i don't know! maybe it's an european thing, i wasn't going to judge," laughter falls from her lips, cheeks hearing up from the sudden interest she sparks from the other. head shakes, while smiling softly soaking in her beauty, "definitely not. . . damn, you have me blushing over here." fingers moving towards her warm cheeks chuckling ever so slightly. "but you got it all wrong, babes -- you're drop dead gorgeous."