Sirop De Fraise

We were all in trouble.

Suddenly, there was chaos everywhere. I could hear students screaming and yelling continuously, uselessly creating commotion. And he was at the center of the front area of the boarding school I attended at that time. He tilted his head up to the last floor, where my class was. And he knew that I was going to catch him staring at me because I was staring at him too.

That’s where I officially first met him.

Friday is a free day for my class, so like always I brought my tarots.

While reading Rhys’ cards for his week, we hear commotion from outside. We all stand up and everyone goes to check out of the window. I gather all my cards and try to tidy up the class. Me and Ophelia remove every single type of thing that would reveal the actions we were doing.

Rhys calls out at us and hisses “Guys! This is horrible. He has gotten here too. We need to find a way out. Now.”

Ophelia got pale in the face, and nervously started biting her nails. I look at them confused and say “What? Who are you talking about Rhys?”

“Leonidas, Leonidas Constantine. And his men. The Anileis Men.”

The Anileis Men. The Greek mysterious men that are considered the most ruthless men in Monaco, in fact they are serial killers that never reveal themselves to the world. Nobody knows who they are, physically. Just a few know. The dark sides of this world. Such as, mafia families, royal families and politicians. And you might be thinking, how did Rhys recognize them? First thing is that they all wear a ghost-like mask, and second clue is their way of making a scene in their own habitat, where you can clearly notice that they have come for the next victims or thie new mission. They appear out of nowhere, in a sunny day and trap you with your own feet. How's that possible? Beats me.

Now, the third thing is that Rhys personally knows him; he is my best friend, classmate and only son of the Irish mafia's king. So, that makes him a prince. He has told me that he first met Leonidas Constantine when he was five years old, at an important meeting that his father had to go to. Apparently, Ceallach (KEHL-akh, "war"), the king, had no choice but to bring his son with him because there was a war going back at home.

Actually, there's where I met Rhys too, now that I think of it. And yes. I saw Leonidas' real face there for the first time. He truly was ruthless; he had large scars on the sides of his mouth that could terrify a little girl like me that was hiding behind her dad's legs. He was so tall that everybody else looked short as hell in front of him, he could be like 1,98m (6.5ft). He was large and big like a God, the aura that surrounded him proved that that man was a fucking monster. While he was talking to my father, he averted his eyes at me. He stared at me like I was an angel that shouldn't belong in their world. And than he looked back at my father. Never met him again after that.

One thing you surely don't know is that my class and I belong to that dark side of the world. We are all children of dangerous and merciless men. Our parents, all friends and obviously in good terms, enrolled us all to this weird ass boarding school in the place where every single powerful men lives and where we were raised in, Monaco. I'm unfortunately not Monegasque. But I would have loved to. I was born in Dallas, TX. The only daughter and the only sister out of four brothers in the family of the American-Spanish mafia.

Turning back to the present time, I surprisingly look at Rhys' eyes, repeating those words in my head. Why has he come here?

I go to the window and look down at the area where the commotion is having action. There he is. He is at the center of the area, admiring the scene with his four most trusted men: Elias, Orion, Lysander and Zeno. They are all standing proudly, listenting to the screaming students all around them. They don't care about them. They have come here for someone. This is another mission to them.

All of a sudden, the tallest of them all raises his head and stares directly at me. I look at him and notice that those eyes are the same eyes that studied me when I first met him. He tilts his head at the side and nods at me. I furrow my eyebrows and he just shrugs his shoulder and raises a finger at me. For what? I'm not certain. But then, I get it. He has come here for me.

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Baby, we could go back to the basics

Trailer park love, wearing them ASICS and gold

let’s all cope with the day by watching Max act sus af the second there’s red in his peripheral vision.

Me after a tummy ache + headache combo

trying to ride simon but failing miserably every time. he'll never request it from you, no, but what man doesn't love to have his beautiful girl bouncing on his veiny cock, your breasts at perfect level to be squeezed and nipples sucked? to feel himself impaling your pussy, abusing your cervix but you're too fucking desperate to care about the dull ache in your stomach.

you're working yourself so hard, puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each bounce, his blond pubes leaving teasing kisses that threaten to drag you over the edge. but simon is greedy, he needs more of you, faster and harder. he needs to control you.

you know as soon as his legs spread apart on the bed, it's over for you, control is immediately gone. he plants his feet down on the mattress, his hips propping you up, pushing his leaking cock even further than you felt was possible, his full balls pressed against your plushy ass.

his strong arms wrap around you, pulling your upper half down onto him so your chests are pressed together, locking you into place as he fucks you. your mind is foggy, the sense leaving your brain at the intense pleasure he gives you, tight walls strangling his throbbing dick, a silent plea for him to destroy your insides. cream dribbles out of your pussy, trailing down his balls to the sheets, leaving a damp stain in its wake.

hot tears are pouring out of your eyes, pure bliss enveloping you as he uses you as his cum dump. the only words you can blabber out are "fuck simon!" and even then your tongue struggles to work properly, senses overloaded as your orgasm washes over you, the pressure in your head so intense black dots line your vision.

you can't hear or think, only feeling the vibration of simon's chest against yours with his low groans, probably praising how good you feel and that he's right there but you're too fucked out to understand. you can only feel the sweat dripping down his chest, his skin sticking to yours as he fucks you into oblivion.

his thighs stutter as he finishes, filling you as deep as he can go with ropes of hot, thick white cum. it fills you to the brim, dripping out of your pussy and down your inner thighs, only adding to the soiled sheets beneath you. slowing his thrusts to a stop, he pushes you up by the shoulders, taking a good look at your flushed face. drool is pooled in the corner of your mouth, red cheeks stained with tears, looking as wrecked and beautiful as ever.

his dark brown eyes dance along your body, as if taking a mental video of your chest rising and falling rapidly, attempting to catch your breath while looking at him with that glossy look in your eye.

so yeah, you may fail to ride him to orgasm every time, but fuck is it worth it.

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i adore the squished helmet face so much

give him the fucking cookie

the kind of softness that comes with bare legs in cotton sheets and the breeze in your window humming a low nighttime summer song

hear me out… virgin!könig whos so used to fucking his fist so the minute he tastes his gfs pussy he cums.. -🐶

he’d been begging to eat you out for a while, growing frustrated with your insistence to take things slow. he’d even practiced on his worn out little fleshlight countless times, imagining how he was going to rock your world and have you seeing stars with his tongue, surely skillful now that he watched so much porn surrounding the topic.

in reality, seeing your pretty, glistening pussy in person breaks his brain a little bit, and he suddenly forgets all of the long nights he spent training for this, your sweet voice attempting to talk him through it drowned out by the sound of his blood pumping in his ears. he gets overwhelmed by how good you smell, how soft you look, shaky hands gripping your thighs as he marvels at the sight in front of him. he hovers over your hot cunt for what feels like hours, just inspecting and playing around with all your wet folds and sensitive nerves with hesitant fingers like he’s figuring out a new toy— or trying to make a scientific discovery. his aching dick is left untouched, twitching and leaking in his pants.

meanwhile, you’re getting all worked up from the teasing, chest heaving and heart racing as you dip in and out of pleasure. you finally push his head down until he has no choice but to lick into you, his large nose bumping against your clit as he licks a stripe up your pussy, and immediately, he’s groaning out in a familiar, almost pained way.

“did you… did you just cum?”

he looks up at you all puppy dog-eyed and guilty. “i’m sorry, maus. you just… taste so good.”