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[ after waking with a monster of a headache, already adding to the bad mood she's been in since arriving here, angelika had been inclined to wave off his offer, far more inclined to bite his head off than the pastry he loftily offers while he sprays crumbs all over the bedspread.
but cleaving past the haze of her hangover is the rich and distinct smell of hazelnut, and angelika finds herself pausing just long enough to blink blearily at what he's actually offering, and. well. ]
...Is that nutella?
[ suddenly, everything becomes inconsequential. her state of dress (or lack thereof), the fact some strange man she's never met lounges on a chair just as naked no more than two feet away from her. the lingering ache in her limbs and that pounding in between her brows that would have only come from a night of making several bad decisions right after the other.
[ For him, he’s nursed most of his hangover away by getting right to it with that emergency hangover kit and consuming as much food as he could. The details of last night are fuzzy but he isn’t particularly bothered— this is the kind of lifestyle he was trying to obtain once more anyway. Waking up with a stranger is no new rodeo to him, and despite his massive ego, he does genuinely care about his bedmate.
He has at least put on a pair of boxer briefs with a wolf paw print pattern on, but the rest of him is as naked as the day he was born. The guy was massive, body covered in a thin veil of dark hair, but the way he consumed the food, it almost seemed child-like for someone who could come across as intimidating. ]
You mean this chocolatey stuff? I think so! You can have it, sorry a lot of the crepe is gone.
[ Licking his messy fingers clean, he passes off the plate to her, though there’s not much left. Sorry, lady. ]
Bad, [ she grouses, finally allowing herself an outlet for all that frustration. but, the second she has a taste of the nutella — a swipe and lick of her finger, a soft indulgent moan as the sticky sweet settles her nerves — and she looks a lot closer to alright than she had moments earlier. ]
But I suppose it could always be worse, [ she hums, helping herself to the rest of the cream left behind. it didn't matter in the moment that she's more or less licking off the plate of someone else's food — for now, the sweetness is hitting the right spot, and she'll happily take whatever little wins she can get.
once the plate is polished off, though, she feels a little bit of that irritation settle back in. at least she's nowhere near snapping anyone's head off, but she still doesn't look all that pleased with her situation as she finally sits herself up on her knees. the duvet falls around her waist, revealing that (unlike him) she's still entirely bare. idly, she holds one arm across her chest, a meager way of offering some decency. not that he seems to mind one way or the other. ]
Is there a dress anywhere near you? ... Underwear?
[ If she feels anything like how he was feeling earlier, then yeah, he understands the bad attitude. As much as he tries to recall the events of the evening, he really can’t, but he really hopes he treated this lady nice because wow, what a babe. He’s not even making an attempt to hide his staring, even when she covers herself, and he stands from his seat, gesturing her to stay put. He drags out a long wolf whistle. ]
Damn, you’re a hottie, you know! Look, don’t worry too much about your clothes, I’ll find them for ya. I bet your head hurts too, give me a second, babe.
[ Thus, he makes a beeline towards the remaining hang over remedy, picking up the pain killers and a bottle of water before making his way back over to Angelika. ]
There’s no rush to get outta bed, either. Take your time.
[ now seated, she doesn't seem in any particular rush to leave. seems the chocolate has managed to smooth down some of her frayed nerves, but it probably also doesn't hurt to suddenly find oneself with a very willing attendant. she takes the pills and water with a soft murmur of thanks, her cat-like eyes never once leaving him as he flutters about to wait on her. her meager attempt at modesty is also cast aside in favor of that bottle of water, though it isn't as if her hair wasn't long enough to fall in such a way so as to still give some semblance of decency... but she seems far less preoccupied with it now, as if his promise of finding her clothes was suitable enough for the time being.
for now, she seems content to watch him over the rim of the bottle lid that she keeps hovering just over her lips. it helps to hide the faint twist of amusement in them. ]
What are your thoughts on what happened last night? Surely you must have some.
[ His bedmate certainly has faith in him to have really any thoughts in general, but things could be worse instead of Angelika bagging a himbo last night. He could be not only arrogant but also an asshole, so thankfully he isn't a jerk.
Well. Not intentionally, at least. ]
'Bout what? The whole.. kidnapped and put in a bathrobe or deal, or do you mean..
[ He gestures one finger into a hoop of other fingers, like so. 👉👌 ]
'Cause I'll be honest, toots, I can't remember a damn thing. Waking up next to a stranger just sorta happens with me.
the water bottle gets set on the bedside table with a decided thump. (how did it even make such a noise, half-empty as it was??) ]
I see I've overestimated.
[ about what? his ability to remember where she also could not, or just in general his capacity for thought?
both, probably.
well, then, there's not much else to it, is there? as the saying goes, when life gives you lemons...
angelika lifts a hand, pointing towards beowulf's crotch. ]
Does that actually do something, or is it all for show?
[ when life gives you a himbo, why not fuck his brains out while you've got him? if angelika is going to be made to feel the miserable aftereffects of a wild night, she's going to damn well at least make sure she's earned it. ]
[ What a brilliant solution that Beowulf has not thought of (cause again, not a single thought) but he was mentally preparing to lay on the smooth butter with a girl who seems annoyed about this whole situation; the solution for a round 2 so maybe they can actually enjoy themselves. He really doesn't like it when people are mad at him, so if he did something last night to offend her, he definitely wants to make up for it and had expected a sleepy morning with him tending to every need to help her recover from being hung over. It may be atypical for a celebrity to think that way, but here we are.
Apparently tending to her needs is something else in this context, and he's DTF, as always, because why wouldn't he be? His eyes do follow her pointing, and he looks a little shy for just split second. ]
[ Back on the bed he goes, like a moth to a flame, and asserts his arm right around Angelika's waist. He's been with this type of women before (mind you, they are one of his favorites) and he's practically purring when he opens his mouth to talk again. ]
You had a little bit of taste of the Wulf and now you want more. That also happens a lot, so I'm not surprised.
[ angelika there is still time to tap out, sometimes it isn't worth it, but if she's into idiots with big cocks, then.. maybe so.. ]
[ she barely flinches when he suddenly rounds on her; rather her body language is welcoming, even as he grins that arrogant grin of his and refers to himself — wulf, is it? — in the third person.
her voice goes flat. ]
I don't remember a thing, so let's hope your encore performance stands out a little more.
[ there is a little bit of nutella left on his lower lip, that much she can see now that he hovers so close. she sucks it off with a deliberate pull to that lower lip, intending for it to sting, just a little. ]
Is my face so unappealing you have no desire to see it at all during?
[ on top of his head her hand goes, and though she has no real physical strength to speak of, even a dolt like beowulf should be able to notice the definitive downward push of that hand. she wants you lower, pup. ]
[ He didn't say that; her face is pretty. She's so hot, actually! That flat voice, pretending to be unimpressed. Beowulf knows it's all a farce (HAH) because he thinks he's pretty irresistible, but he loves a challenge and is hoping to see her break from that. Consider him accepting of what she's putting out... or what he thinks she is putting out, at least. ]
Yes m'am! Don't gotta tell me twice.
[ He's a go with a flow kind of person, surprisingly, when it comes to sex, wanting more than anything to please his partner, much like how he wants to please his fans. If she wants to ride him as a cowgirl or have him in more control in doggy, any of it sounds good. But yes, he's getting ahead of himself here. Anyway, he makes a brief but embarrassing little howl noise before getting right to it. angelika, you can walk away at any time, girlie.. spare yourself.
Any bit of the duvet that is left covering her gets pushed aside, and he settles his large hands around her waist, sliding her towards him to encourage her to lay back against the disheveled pillows from the night prior. There are other ways he could do this, but perhaps it's best to keep it simple starting out. His hands glide down to the thickest parts of her thighs, coping a feel here before he spreads them apart, finally pulling his gaze from her body to her face. Time for some honest. ]
[ he is, at the very least, an enthusiastic one. truthfully, she could have fared worse, couldn't she? she doesn't have so much of an ego that winding up naked in bed with someone who outright found her revolting would have crushed her, but it certainly doesn't hurt any that this man seems more than happy to please her as she likes. not to mention, he isn't exactly hard on the eyes or anything.
she settles down atop the fluffed-up pillows with general ease, the only sound to escape her being a soft sigh that works to rid her of any lingering stress or anxiety. already, her body thanks her for settling back down on the mattress, and even as she parts her thighs for a man she'd only just met, she can feel some of that tension start to ebb away from between her shoulderblades. whatever happens, whatever happened, at least she'll get a little fun out of it.
she had only just begun to close her eyes when she hears him speak up again, tone oddly shy for someone who'd been boasting and preening just seconds prior. she lifts her head back up, peering down between her thighs. ]
Angelika.
[ call her old fashioned, but it feels oddly sentimental to ask for names in what is otherwise just a simple tryst. she can't help but view him in a slightly different light now, and — despite herself — she feels a little softer towards him for it.
quietly, she lifts a hand to trace down the back of one of his hands, easily spanning across her thigh even though that's one of the parts of her body that holds much of her extra weight. ]
Angelika.. like an angel. How very suiting for you.
[ He loves thighs, honestly. The bigger the better. As she touches the top of his hand, she’ll find he has body hair there too. Surely this guy wasn’t actually a wolf, right? Not at all, but it definitely helped his motif of being very dog coded all around.
He’s lunged down on the bed and had just adjusted her thighs to either side of his neck, allowing a little bit of lift for her lower half off of the mattress. He has quite a cocky looking grin like this, especially since now he gets to introduce himself. Typically, he needs no introduction, but he’s noticed he’s not recognizable here which will only make him further obnoxious. ]
Are you ready to handle me, the great Beowulf, undefeated wrestling champion of Canopy Kingdom?
[ so there’s his name right there.. he even turns his head to press a kiss along the inside of her thigh. ]
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but cleaving past the haze of her hangover is the rich and distinct smell of hazelnut, and angelika finds herself pausing just long enough to blink blearily at what he's actually offering, and. well. ]
...Is that nutella?
[ suddenly, everything becomes inconsequential. her state of dress (or lack thereof), the fact some strange man she's never met lounges on a chair just as naked no more than two feet away from her. the lingering ache in her limbs and that pounding in between her brows that would have only come from a night of making several bad decisions right after the other.
ah well. what's another? ]
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He has at least put on a pair of boxer briefs with a wolf paw print pattern on, but the rest of him is as naked as the day he was born. The guy was massive, body covered in a thin veil of dark hair, but the way he consumed the food, it almost seemed child-like for someone who could come across as intimidating. ]
You mean this chocolatey stuff? I think so! You can have it, sorry a lot of the crepe is gone.
[ Licking his messy fingers clean, he passes off the plate to her, though there’s not much left. Sorry, lady. ]
How ya feeling?
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But I suppose it could always be worse, [ she hums, helping herself to the rest of the cream left behind. it didn't matter in the moment that she's more or less licking off the plate of someone else's food — for now, the sweetness is hitting the right spot, and she'll happily take whatever little wins she can get.
once the plate is polished off, though, she feels a little bit of that irritation settle back in. at least she's nowhere near snapping anyone's head off, but she still doesn't look all that pleased with her situation as she finally sits herself up on her knees. the duvet falls around her waist, revealing that (unlike him) she's still entirely bare. idly, she holds one arm across her chest, a meager way of offering some decency. not that he seems to mind one way or the other. ]
Is there a dress anywhere near you? ... Underwear?
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Damn, you’re a hottie, you know! Look, don’t worry too much about your clothes, I’ll find them for ya. I bet your head hurts too, give me a second, babe.
[ Thus, he makes a beeline towards the remaining hang over remedy, picking up the pain killers and a bottle of water before making his way back over to Angelika. ]
There’s no rush to get outta bed, either. Take your time.
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for now, she seems content to watch him over the rim of the bottle lid that she keeps hovering just over her lips. it helps to hide the faint twist of amusement in them. ]
What are your thoughts on what happened last night? Surely you must have some.
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Well. Not intentionally, at least. ]
'Bout what? The whole.. kidnapped and put in a bathrobe or deal, or do you mean..
[ He gestures one finger into a hoop of other fingers, like so. 👉👌 ]
'Cause I'll be honest, toots, I can't remember a damn thing. Waking up next to a stranger just sorta happens with me.
[ 🥹 good luck, girlie....... ]
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the water bottle gets set on the bedside table with a decided thump. (how did it even make such a noise, half-empty as it was??) ]
I see I've overestimated.
[ about what? his ability to remember where she also could not, or just in general his capacity for thought?
both, probably.
well, then, there's not much else to it, is there? as the saying goes, when life gives you lemons...
angelika lifts a hand, pointing towards beowulf's crotch. ]
Does that actually do something, or is it all for show?
[ when life gives you a himbo, why not fuck his brains out while you've got him? if angelika is going to be made to feel the miserable aftereffects of a wild night, she's going to damn well at least make sure she's earned it. ]
1/2
Apparently tending to her needs is something else in this context, and he's DTF, as always, because why wouldn't he be? His eyes do follow her pointing, and he looks a little shy for just split second. ]
Ohhh, I see, what you're doing here..
2/2
You had a little bit of taste of the Wulf and now you want more. That also happens a lot, so I'm not surprised.
[ angelika there is still time to tap out, sometimes it isn't worth it, but if she's into idiots with big cocks, then.. maybe so.. ]
What sounds good to you, baby? Doggy? Cowgirl?
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her voice goes flat. ]
I don't remember a thing, so let's hope your encore performance stands out a little more.
[ there is a little bit of nutella left on his lower lip, that much she can see now that he hovers so close. she sucks it off with a deliberate pull to that lower lip, intending for it to sting, just a little. ]
Is my face so unappealing you have no desire to see it at all during?
[ on top of his head her hand goes, and though she has no real physical strength to speak of, even a dolt like beowulf should be able to notice the definitive downward push of that hand. she wants you lower, pup. ]
Get me wet first, and then I'll decide.
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Yes m'am! Don't gotta tell me twice.
[ He's a go with a flow kind of person, surprisingly, when it comes to sex, wanting more than anything to please his partner, much like how he wants to please his fans. If she wants to ride him as a cowgirl or have him in more control in doggy, any of it sounds good. But yes, he's getting ahead of himself here. Anyway, he makes a brief but embarrassing little howl noise before getting right to it. angelika, you can walk away at any time, girlie.. spare yourself.
Any bit of the duvet that is left covering her gets pushed aside, and he settles his large hands around her waist, sliding her towards him to encourage her to lay back against the disheveled pillows from the night prior. There are other ways he could do this, but perhaps it's best to keep it simple starting out. His hands glide down to the thickest parts of her thighs, coping a feel here before he spreads them apart, finally pulling his gaze from her body to her face. Time for some honest. ]
What, uh, what do I call you?
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she settles down atop the fluffed-up pillows with general ease, the only sound to escape her being a soft sigh that works to rid her of any lingering stress or anxiety. already, her body thanks her for settling back down on the mattress, and even as she parts her thighs for a man she'd only just met, she can feel some of that tension start to ebb away from between her shoulderblades. whatever happens, whatever happened, at least she'll get a little fun out of it.
she had only just begun to close her eyes when she hears him speak up again, tone oddly shy for someone who'd been boasting and preening just seconds prior. she lifts her head back up, peering down between her thighs. ]
Angelika.
[ call her old fashioned, but it feels oddly sentimental to ask for names in what is otherwise just a simple tryst. she can't help but view him in a slightly different light now, and — despite herself — she feels a little softer towards him for it.
quietly, she lifts a hand to trace down the back of one of his hands, easily spanning across her thigh even though that's one of the parts of her body that holds much of her extra weight. ]
Does "the Wulf" have another name he goes by?
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[ He loves thighs, honestly. The bigger the better. As she touches the top of his hand, she’ll find he has body hair there too. Surely this guy wasn’t actually a wolf, right? Not at all, but it definitely helped his motif of being very dog coded all around.
He’s lunged down on the bed and had just adjusted her thighs to either side of his neck, allowing a little bit of lift for her lower half off of the mattress. He has quite a cocky looking grin like this, especially since now he gets to introduce himself. Typically, he needs no introduction, but he’s noticed he’s not recognizable here which will only make him further obnoxious. ]
Are you ready to handle me, the great Beowulf, undefeated wrestling champion of Canopy Kingdom?
[ so there’s his name right there.. he even turns his head to press a kiss along the inside of her thigh. ]