#one night stand
Kare no Shousou to Koi ni Tsuite - Aomoto Sari
Status: Completed
Categories:Affairs, Blindfold, Businessman, Horny Uke, Older Uke, Younger Seme, One Night Stand, Sex Friends Become Lovers, Smoking, Substitute Lover, Unrequited Love
Genre: Mature, Smut, Yaoi
Summary:
From Fujoshi Bitches:
One day, Yajima, who kept on having physical relations only with older partners, met a young man, Watabe. Younger guys were never his type but the hot sex he had with that man made that night unforgettable. What will happen to Yajima, who since then keeps on wanting to have flared up sex with Watabe again…?
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“RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER” or “Man I wish I’d never slept with that inter-dimensional…thing!”
22-jährige Single-Frau Holly Banks steht auf spontane One Night Stands und schnelle Quickies mit unbekannten Männern!
Short Story: Virginity
I was nervous as I twiddled my thumbs over my phone. I wanted this for a while already, did I not? Why do I feel so nervous all of a sudden? There’s a first time for everything, and this was the first time I acted on my desires.
I was jolted from my thoughts as my phone rang once again, the WhatsApp logo appearing on my screen. “I am downstairs.” This was all the message said, the sender a series of numbers that I simply saved as “Unknown”, all to reduce suspicion from whoever who looked through my contacts.
I stood up from my sofa, clenching my house keys in my hands. I took a few attempts before I managed to open the door, my hands shaking, not sure if it was from my nerves or from excitement. As I entered the dimly lit lift, I was suddenly aware of everything around me; the old lift smell accompanied with the stench of multiple people, the silence in the HDB, and my loud beating heart.
The lift door opened and I stepped out, not knowing what to expect. I took a few turns before I noticed what I was expecting. She stood against a wall, wearing a dress that did not highlight any prominent features. I noticed that she wore heavy makeup, bearing red luscious lips, thick eyeliner with matching eyeshadow. Somehow, she vaguely resembled the photo I chose earlier, a slim, delicate figure. Yet, however, she seemed to lack the cleavage I was drawn by, claiming she was an average C-cup.
Not knowing what to say, I stammered “Erm… Hello? It’s me.” She glanced at me and smiled a slight smile, one that matched her petite figure.
“Hello.” That was all she said, and she walked towards me, nodding for me to lead the way.
I walked before her, noting that I was underdressed compared to her, wearing only slippers, shorts and the nearest t-shirt that I could find when I dialled her number. As we stepped into the lift, I stood a distance from her, not knowing if I should place my hands about her or approach her in any way. When she did not initiate, I simply stood leaning against the wall of the lift, standing in awkward silence as the lift rose to my level.
We continued to walk in silence towards my door, and I was secretly hoping for none of my neighbours to look out just as I walked past. Seeing as it was already a pretty late hour, I was thankful that I did not encounter any curious eyes.
I unlocked my door, and waved her in. I barely remember her name. What was it again? She continued to follow me as I led her to my bedroom, the only room in the house with lights on. My family were out on a holiday, leaving me at home to take care of the house.
“Erm… Before we continue, I would like to collect the payment first.” I nodded as I took the cash I already prepared on the table for her. She took the cash in her hands, counted it briefly and inserted them into her bag, which she placed on my study table. “Thank you.” I simply nodded, not knowing what to do next. Here I was, standing awkwardly in my own room.
“Is this your first time?” I nodded. “Will you be shy?” I shook my head. I was familiar with what was going to happen… Right?
She smiled as she casually slipped off the straps of her dress, pulling it over her head and off her body. I simply stood and observed her matching white underwear covering her body. Somehow, the pictures looked better earlier. I kind of expected it, but well, I’ve already paid.
She did not bother asking as she took her panties and bra off, placing her clothes in a neat pile beside her bag. She had a skinny body, and I swear her breasts do not look as large as she claimed it was. She was lightly trimmed, her pubic hair a neat triangle above her private region.
She made herself at home, sitting directly on my messy bed. She smiled and signalled me over, and I gladly obliged, not know what else I could do. Is this where I as allowed to touch? What should I be doing next?
I shivered as she helped me take my t-shirt off, even though it wasn’t cold in the room. I usually walked around half-nude at home, but somehow I felt exposed to the eyes of this complete stranger before me.
Her hands were cold, and she slipped her fingers below the waistband of my shorts and underwear, pulling me free of them. My cock was directly in front of her face, flaccid and waiting for action. She immediately took my cock into her mouth without waiting for me to say anything, eagerly sucking on my cock like a pro.
I moaned and closed my eyes, the feeling unexplainably warm. Her soft lips were around my cock, engulfing them into her wet mouth. With every moment that she pulled out and went down again, she made a slurping sound that indicated the little suction that she was applying to my awakening member. My cock slowly hardened as it was warmed by her delicate mouth.
I continued to stand there not knowing what to do, so I simply placed my hands upon her shoulders, which I felt were cold compared to my hands. She felt really… Tiny in my hands. Delicate, even. I was unfamiliar with how I should be touching her. She continued to suck my cock, as if my touch did not bother her in the slightest. I groaned with pleasure as she gave one hard suck, as if trying to drain all my semen out of me.
She was rough with my cock, yet it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. She flicked her tongue about my cock head, which felt a bit rough initially, yet I slowly got used to the feeling of her tongue going rough over my erect penis. It felt good, to be honest. Her cock gave me a suction that my hands alone could not provide.
Up and down, up and down she went, engulfing my cock. I was surprised that she could take so much of my cock into her mouth, given her petite figure. It did feel a bit tight about my cock head when she went down all the way, so I guess this is what a deepthroat feels like. I moaned and groaned, my hands tightening around her slender shoulders with each twinge of pleasure I felt.
Soon enough, she got up from my cock, leaving my member pointing upwards at the ceiling, my entire rod of flesh coated with her saliva from tip to base. She expertly grabbed a package near her, tearing the cover off quickly. When did she put the condom there? I didn’t even realise she took anything out of her bag.
With her fingers slowly wrapped around my shaft, she slid the rubber over my engorged cock head, rolling gently down my well lubricated shaft. My cock head throbbed and seemed angrily red, a colour that I have never seen before.
She pushed me down onto the bed, and then proceeded to get right on top of me. I reached out to grab her tits, which felt really small in my hands, given her petite figure. Her breasts were pointy, ending off with a cute looking nipple at the end. I gave her nipples a few playful flicks, but she did not react at all.
Reaching back, she grabbed my cock and eased herself down unto me, all without looking. Instead, she stared directly at me, batting her eyelashes and her mouth forming an ‘O’, letting out a cute moan as she sank into me.
Despite not having any foreplay, her vagina seemed to be wet enough to take me inside her. It felt really good as her warm vagina lips slipped around my cock, swallowing my thick member right into her. I was amazed at how well she took it in, despite her small stature.
Then she begun to ride me, going up and down on my cock. All the while, she moaned and rocked her hips to and fro. I was unsure if I was pleasuring her enough, but damn she felt good about my cock. I felt her wetness on my swollen member, perhaps even wetting my balls.
Piak. Ahhh… Piak. Ahhh… The sounds of our flesh colliding and her moans echoed throughout my room. I was partially afraid my neighbours would complain, but then I realised that sex was pretty normal in a HDB. Moreover, its not like anyone would know the sound was coming from my flat… Right?
I shoved my cock into her harder and harder, feeling the imminent orgasm coming, a feeling I was all too familiar with. Yet, this time, it did not feel the same. It felt a bit different, coupled with the girl riding cowboy on top of me, my meat shaft deep inside her.
I continued to push my meat into her, trying to feel for myself how hard and how deep it could go. A couple of times she moaned a little louder, perhaps I was doing the right thing? It felt really soft and tight within, and it felt really good for me, thinking that I was giving her pleasure as well.
With the orgasm approaching, I thrust harder and faster, using her as a sex object and nothing more, like a meat sleeve that just went over my cock. I wanted to ravish her, to make her mine, even just for an hour. I pushed my cock all the way in, pulled out and pushed it as far as it can go again, my hips hitting her inner thigh with a satisfactory piak sound.
I arched my back and groaned one last time as I felt the warm fluid streak through my penis and deep into her, her warm flesh still going up and down upon me as I came. I felt like I was experiencing forbidden pleasure, emptying my balls deep into this girl whose name I did not know.
As soon as she saw that I was cumming, she started to slow herself down, from rocking on my cock to slowly grinding her pussy on me. I was fatigued from the sex, and my entire body felt relaxed, like a strung bow that was now unstrung.
She stood up, allowing my flaccid cock to slide out of her now gaping hole. She got dressed very quickly putting her panties over her wet pussy without even bothering to clean up after herself. She dressed very quickly, faster than I imagined a girl would take. I stood up from my bedside, sending her to my front door with wobbly legs.
I tried to lean in for a kiss to end of the session, but she shunned my advances and simply stepped out of the metal gate, which I held open for her. She smiled a polite smile, turned and left without another word.
As she left, I was suddenly aware of how empty my house was. In the darkness, I pulled off the wet condom off my once again limp cock, the only reminder that she was here moments ago. I thought to myself: I just paid money to lose my virginity, but was it worth it?
Jezebel’s Diary 10: No Hello, No Goodbye
I stared up at the ceiling of yet another unfamiliar room, the dull ache in my head fading away bit by bit. Slowly, I eased myself upright, the blanket falling off me to reveal my naked breasts. I looked around myself and found a cup of water sitting on the bedside table. Well, at least I had some sense to pour myself a cup of water last night. I drenched my dry throat and looked to the other side, greeted by yet another unfamiliar face.
He was still fast asleep, and in the dim light of the breaking dawn, he was not good looking at all. Seeing his neat haircut, well-toned muscles and apparent youth upon his facial features, I made him out to be about twenty years old… Probably serving the nation then? My observation was confirmed by the set of pixelated uniform hanging behind the bedroom door. Not that it mattered anyway.
I lifted the sheets above his body, only to find that he was just as naked as I was, the rest of his body just as well-built as his shoulders were. Slowly, I lifted the sheets off the rest of him, leaving him bare upon the bed. His morning wood stood upright, straight upwards from his clump of untended pubic hair.
I spent the next few minutes staring at his body, observing his cock throb with each pulse of blood that flowed through him. He had an averagely large member, uncircumcised as most Chinese usually are. I propped my leg upright, feeling downwards for my own secret region. I traced past my recently waxed mound and found my silt between my legs, which still felt a bit sore from the night before.
Slowly, I traced my finger up and down the crease of my flesh, feeling my cool fingers slowly getting warmed by my warm pussy. My vagina reacted to my cold touch, slowly getting moist, my vagina lips spreading slightly apart with arousal. I could feel a tingle of arousal within my nether regions, the need to have something inside me slowly building up.
I stared at his cock, still hard, swollen and upright, and just right there to satisfy my needs. Gently, I got up on all fours and leaned downwards towards this stranger’s cock, letting my long wavy hair glide across his abs as I did so. I combed my hair aside in a bunch, exposing my neck towards his face. Well, not that he was awake… Yet.
Coming closer to his cock, I saw his precum glistening upon the reddish purplish head, coating his cock with a light sheen of bodily fluids. I gave it a light whiff, the salty smell all too familiar to me. I reached between my legs for my vagina once more, feeling my ready wetness. I lowered my head to his cock, my lips gently kissing the moist tip of his member. With my neck arched upwards, I saw that my stranger from the night before has yet to wake up.
I slipped my tongue outwards, tasting his salty precum upon my tastebuds. I swirled his taste about my lips, smelling his arousal. I tilted my head and shifted downwards, licking his shaft as I went along. His shaft was bare of any bodily fluids, so I coated them with my saliva, expertly shifting my head one big round to try to get as much of his cock coated with my saliva as possible.
With his cock coated in my spit, I started to lick his shaft, gently prodding my soft tongue on the underside of his cock. I started from the base where his cock met his balls, and then I slowly licked upwards, ending off with a light flick of my tongue against the underside of his cock head. Then, I topped it off by planting a light kiss upon the tip of his swollen member, which seemed to be oozing out more precum by the moment.
I heard him moan a light at my gentle teasing, his cock throbbing a little more with the added stimulation to his morning wood. I closed my lips around his cock and gently sucked, inciting a moan once more. I continued to stroke my slit beneath me, feeling my clit getting engorged with blood as I started to get aroused from sucking cock.
As I plunged a finger into myself, I engulfed his cock into my mouth, starting upwards and downwards upon his hard cock. My soft lips upon his cock proved to be very effective on him, as I heard him moan and groan, his hips trying to thrust deeper into my wet mouth. I enjoyed hearing his manly groans, feeling myself get wetter at the prospect of having him inside me.
I continued to move my soft lips up and down his shaft, my tongue pressed against the underside of his cock within for the maximum effect. I was quite sure he was awake, with his facial muscles clenched into a grimace, enjoying the pleasure of his morning blowjob.
I lifted my head up from his cock, hearing him sigh a breath of expiration, his cock ready for more sucking. I stretched out my long legs to reposition myself, getting ready to get my fair share from this soldier. I got into the sixty-nine position, and my mouth returned to his cock again once more.
I expected him to get up and start eating my out, yet he took no initiative. In my mind, I rolled my eyes as I sat my face down upon his face, thankful that my flexibility allowed me to do so with ease. I felt his feeble attempts at licking me, all off centre.
I resorted to grind my pussy upon any facial features I could find, venting my frustrations by sucking on his cock even harder than before. With that, he could barely concentrate, his body arched and stiff from the pleasure I was delivering to his sex.
Seeing as he sucked at eating me out, I got up from my position and decided to just settle for my main course for the morning. I straddled his body and aimed his cock along my slit, sliding his wet member along my vagina. I eased into him slowly, but he thrusted upwards at me, sinking his whole flesh rod deep into me.
I felt my gaping vagina being filled, his cock stretching me out inside me. Ah… At least this still feels good. I started to ride his cock, pressing my hands down upon his chest, stopping him from moving around too much while I was treating his cock like a real-life dildo.
I tilted my body at an angle, just nice for the head of the cock to hit against my sensitive spots whenever I moved to and fro. I could feel his meat rod warm inside me, throbbing with the heat of blood flowing through his member. I continued to ease myself forward and backward, grinding my hips against his pelvic region, stimulating my clit further.
I could feel it slowly building up, the tension of the morning release coursing through my veins. With a gasp of relieve, I feel my entire body give out a spasm of pleasure throughout, liquid pleasure flowing through my entire body, emanating from my pussy. As I came down from my first wave of pleasure, I moaned again as the second wave hit, more gentle then the previous, but intense all the same.
With each wave of pleasure, my pussy clenched its muscles about his thick cock, engulfing him with my womanly warmth. I felt his cock shudder and give way as the fourth wave of pleasure throbbed within me, his rod sowing seeds deep within me. I felt his warm semen fill me, squirt after squirt deep into my body.
As I subsided from my orgasm, I felt his meat rod throb inside me as it slowly deflated, the man before me exhausted from his morning exercise. His face was a sheen of sweat upon perfectly normal features, not one that I would stick around with for much longer.
I made sure to note where my panties were – on the floor on the other side of the bed – before I got up, pulling his flaccid cock out from me as I did do. I always enjoyed this feeling, the semen slowly leaking out as I pulled out the stopper from my pussy. I pulled my underwear back on, wearing the crumpled clothes that I wore from the night before.
I checked out if I have gotten all my belongings, and I left quietly, without a single goodbye. Not that it began with a hello anyway.
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When they first met, neither of them knew who the other one was. After all, it was supposed to be a random one-night stand, nothing more.
Their second meeting was on the battlefield. And that’s when the Chosen One and the Evil Overlord realized how they slept together the night prior to the attack.
The Muse’s Mark
Notes:
@journeythroughtherain. thank you for the lovely comments already and the quick check of the ficlet~
@dreaminglypeach, thanks for giving me the premise for this.
@starkbucksbingo,@buckybarnesbingo
it’s a fill~
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Title: The Muse’s Mark
Collaborator Name: J_Gun_i (fightingforcreativity)
Square Filled: O1 AU: Artist/Muse
Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron
Rating: M
Major Tags & Triggers: sketch art (showing nacked chest and tiny part of the genitals) , WinterIron, Artist Bucky, Muse Tony, One night stand, finding each other again
Summary: Everything that was left of his one night stand was a haunting memory of a mole, just high enough to be seen in a locker room, but low enough to encite exploring.
Word Count: 770
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Title: The Muse’s Mark
Filled: B5 Bucky/Tony
Author (Artist): J_Gun_i (fightingforcreativity)
Pairing: WinterIron (BuckyxTony)
Rating: M
Warnings: sketch art (showing nacked chest and tiny part of the genitals), WinterIron, Artist Bucky, Muse Tony, One night stand, finding each other again
Summary: Everything that was left of his one night stand was a haunting memory of a mole, just high enough to be seen in a locker room, but low enough to encite exploring.
Sketch art and fill under the cut.
For Bucky it had been years since he had met the slender, witty brunet who had since then occupied his mind. Bucky had, in his drunken stupor, not managed to ingrain the man’s name into his memory and despite them enjoying each other’s company and bodies thoroughly, only three things remained with Bucky.
One was the smaller man’s general build; slender and small but a hidden strength underneath.
Another thing was the hazelnut colored hair, the texture soft and curly.
The last detail Bucky remembered was a mole. It was small, not very noticeable at first glance and if not for the placement Bucky most likely would have never seen it. For the mole was adorning the skin of the brunet’s hip bone, just shy of dipping into the more intimate path, precariously balanced between high enough to be seen in locker rooms and such, but low enough to encite wandering lips to explore even lower.
The next morning had found Bucky alone in his bed, not even a note left.When it was clear that he couldn’t remember much else of the one night stand, he pestered his best friend to draw what Bucky could tell him. At one point, one of those where he had complained that the mole just didn’t look right, Stevie had shoved the blond’s sketchbook against Bucky’s chest and ordered, “Do it yourself then!”
That had been the beginning of Bucky picking up Art. By now he was rather good, according to people who bought some pieces of him. The artist had no idea why they believed so because most of his drawings and sketches featured just one damn motive over and over.
Ever since that night, Bucky hadn’t been able to draw much else but that damn mole. Sighing, the artist looked at his latest sketch; another male chest and lower region adorned by various flowers and leaves, the focus easily drawn towards the mole.
“Will I ever find you?”, he wondered into the empty apartment he shared with Steve.
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Bucky would never understand how Steve managed to trick him into attending Steve’s mostly boring life model classes with him. But here he was. The students for this class were acquaintances of Bucky, a few of them maybe even friends, like Natalia. Steve and he met with her for board game evenings on a semi regular basis.
They were all preparing their individual workplaces, when the door opened and the professor entered. She smiled at them all brightly before she announced in her very chipper way, “Everyone, good to see you again. This time it’s a real honor for us to have Doctor Stark pose as our model! Please, everyone welcome him and then let us set to work. For this class we have four weeks, two sessions a week, which, I admit, is rather short, but let’s try our best!”
Bucky blinked. He was slightly confused as to why a man like Doctor Stark would sit down to be a model, especially for a naked life model class. A quick glance towards his best friend told him that Steve had no clue either.
Shrugging, Bucky tried to treat this class as any other, an opportunity to try to forget about the mole.
Doctor Stark was undressed and already positioned by the time Bucky had readied his workplace and taken his coal pen in hand. At first glance nothing was catching Bucky’s interest, at least not too much.
Yes the hair looked stylish and probably had more products in it than Bucky owned, and the chest was well toned, as were Doctor Stark’s arms. Bucky wouldn’t mind taking that man to bed. While his grey eyes roamed over the model, Bucky’s hand had started to sketch, until everything stopped.
For Bucky it felt as if time itself had stopped. His mouth was slightly agape. His heart thumped in his chest. Bucky’s mouth felt suddenly dry and he wished for just a moment to not have seen the man’s hip. Because there, right on the left side, not too low to be considered indecent if seen in a locker room but not high enough to be boring, sat a mole. The very same mole that had haunted Bucky for years now.
When his eyes snapped towards the man’s face, he saw the recognition, and the sly smirk playing on Stark’s lips. Flushing, Bucky resumed his work.
Later he would try to talk to Doctor Stark.
Later they would go out together.
Later, way down the road, they would become the Muse and the Artist to each other, exclusively.
Finally, Bucky’s drawings had a face.
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