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#a man with dimples is gonna always be my type of man

bizbat · 3 months

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He Realizes He Loves You - JJK x Reader

~ Reader is implied to be under 6ft but appearance is otherwise not mentioned.

~ Reader is implied to be fem and is explicitly fem + afab in Toji's part.

~ Including: Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, and Sukuna Ryomen (in order).

~ Feel free to request a character not included!

~ Smut included for multiple characters.

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ Thank you to (@starlight5cat, @s0ph1a7, @koiromii, @totallydestiny, @local-hopeless-romanic, @dalis-raines,@ryosuku, @liargh, @llotusfeet1, @crustychoco, @cult-of-norman, @broccolihater80, @bringmethewolves, @sohstayshawol, @therealisttheillest, @midnightxsecretary, @skullzgarden, @tiatasha-01, @sardonyx005, and @dimpled-peach) for all the characters they suggested!

~ Cw: Creampie (Toji), Slight Anal (also Toji), Pet Names (also also Toji) :( Mild Groping (Choso), Slight Yandere/obsessive behavior (Geto)

He realizes he loves you.

Toji - Explicit Smut, Wc: 315

The way you're squeezing him like you don't want him to pull out, calling his name like a hymn, God he might just cum right then and there. He's losing his mind as his hips slam against your ass, his thumb in your other hole, gripping the fat of your cheek while using it as leverage to pull you pack onto him.

Fuck, have you always sounded so sweet? And have you always been this pretty? He can't remember. All he knows is that he's not sure he's ever felt this good. He knows he's not thinking straight when his hips stutter, his cock throbbing inside you, and instead of slowing down, he speeds up. If he was a bit more cognizant, he'd consider pulling out, but who is he kidding?

You're too sweet to him, he knew it from the day you met. If he was a less selfish man, he'd have walked out of your life the second he felt his pants tighten at the sound of your voice. But, he's thankful he's not less selfish. "Gonna let me cum inside ya, baby?"

But, at the end of the night, he can cum in any broad willing to spread her legs for him. The second he blows his load, he'll be heading out the door. He's done it a million times. Veni, vidi, veni. Sometimes he'll turn a one night stand to a two night stand, but he never does more than twice.

Wait, how many times has he been over to your place again? Nevermind, he's cumming now. He doesn't still his hips as the thick, creamy white substance spills out of your cute little cunt. But his brain is fried, so when your juices coat his thighs, and your fingers squeeze his forearms, all while pressing your glossy lips to his . . . How's he supposed to help himself?

"F-Fuck, love you baby."

Megumi - No Smut, Wc: 265

He's never been the type to "jolt" out of bed. He usually slowly comes to consciousness, his body acting as a natural clock. Tsumiki would always say he was the early bird of the two. It was always just his routine.

But today, for some reason, the second he wakes up he snaps up and out of bed, his back straight as an arrow. It takes a second for his brain to register why. It's you. Here you are, peacefully laying in his bed beside him, his sheets covering everything but your face. You must have fallen asleep here after you and the other first years had movie night.

His eye twitches as he considers what to do. He doesn't wanna wake you, you look like a little angel, granted, you have a bit of drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, but an angel nonetheless! He doesn't wanna tell Gojo, lord knows he'd never let him live it down. He doesn't want the higher-ups to find out and get you in trouble.

His brain moves damn near a mile a minute as he thinks of possible solutions. If you were awake you'd probably tease him about the smoke coming out of his ears. His eyes anxiously dart across his room, as if something in there could possibly fix his problem-

Until you roll over, your arm limply draped across his lap. It's not really a problem, is it? Gojo can handle it, he thinks to himself as he slips back under the covers, letting you hold onto him as you sleep in.

Gojo - No Smut, Wc: 334

Satoru doesn't do it for praise. While the sound of his sweet girlfriend's voice thanking and complimenting him is practically music to his ears, it's not his sole motivation. He's not sure what it is.

Maybe it's the sparkle in your eyes when he gives you your favorite type of pastry, he went out of his way to visit your favorite bakery, even though it was out of his way. Or maybe it's how tightly you hold him when he brings you a new bottle of your favorite perfume, even though the manufacturer stopped selling it. Maybe it's the way you squeal his name with joy and surprise when he appears at your doorstep, a cute little kitten in his arms, a bright blue bow tied around its neck.

He's not sure. It could be all of them for all he knows. Don't get him wrong, it's more than enough to get him out of bed every day. But it might actually be the fact that you almost . . . disregard his gifts afterwards. Maybe that's not the right word, but you're so casual about everything (except the kitten ofc). The necklace he got you last month, the one with his and your initials inside of a gold heart? You wear it everyday. Never say a word about it.

The watch he dropped at least a band on, the one that has five sets of hands and tells the time in Japan and your home country? You keep that in its case next to your bed. In the entire time you've dated, he doesn't think you've ever asked him for anything material. Maybe to do the dishes or take out the trash

Maybe that's it, actually. The fact that you'd rather spend time with him. That you see him as the biggest gift of all, it plays into his ego, sure. But there's something different about the way you cherish him, versus how the world does. Regardless, the thought makes him smile, makes his heart swell.

Nanami - Mild Smut, Wc: 336

Nanami has a lot of regrets in life.

He regrets every missed opportunity, every untaken chance, every day he's taken for granted, when others have to struggle so much to get half as far. Sometimes, he worries the thing that will finally do him in is grief. He has nightmares about choking on all of his remorse, and his biggest fear is that the second he gets something good, he'll be too distracted to hold onto it. But he has no regrets about you. He can feel it, even when he was still a student. Nanami knows how special you are. He sees it in the way your soft hands hold his face every morning and every night. In the way your lips curl and your hips wiggle in a little dance when you eat your favorite food. In the way your voice always rasps a small "good morning, my love," even before your eyes have opened.

God, you're special to him. And he knows better than to let you get away without knowing that. So when he has you in his arms, naked as the day you were born, your eyes tired and your skin sticky, he lets you know. He leans down, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck, his lips just barely ghosting against your skin. He thrusts his hips gently, your soft smile and tiny moans encouraging him. He doesn't need to realize he loves you, he already knows that, but until now, right this very second, he didn't realize he was in love with you. And it hits him like a truck. He hadn't realized that your laugh is his favorite sound in the world, that he could eat your cooking until the day he dies, that you could scream at him for hours and hours, and he'd still think you had the voice of an angel.

But God, you're special. He mumbles into your collarbone, something he's always ment, but never fully grasped. "Ngh~ God, I love you."

Geto - Implied Smut, Wc: 352

You're so blessed. You have his head resting in your lap, his hair loose as your fingers card through it, his robes barely hanging onto his muscled form. He's so beautiful, you can't believe you're only getting to see him up close now. His dark eyes stare penetratingly into your soul, his soft smile making your heart feel like it's on fire.

He has invited you into his personal quarters, the familiar scent of sage, and oils wafting through the air. It wasn't uncommon for him to invite someone to his room, just to keep him warm or entertained, not that it was frequent, but it wasn't like it never happened. To say that this wasn't what you had expected upon first entering, would be an understatement.

You had introduced yourself to him, bowing at his feet as you began stating your name and how long you'd been a member, only for him to interrupt you, listing information you didn't even know he knew about you, information you didn't even know about you. You sat there on your hands and knees, mouth agape in surprise, until he placed a hand under your chin, gently closing your mouth and guiding you to your feet. You didn't think to question it, of course your lord and master knew everything about you.

He pulled you deeper into the room, going into detail about how you had caught his eye the moment you had begun worshiping him and his ideals. He explained his plan for you to lead alongside him, become his bride and second in command, only if you wanted to, of course. It was a big responsibility, hundreds of people suddenly bending to your every whim. Not to mention his two wonderful daughters.

But why would you ever say no? How could you possibly deny the prospect of being his wife- Geto-Sama's wife!? So here you are, your own robes just as loose as his as you carefully stroke his long, inky locks. You're so beautiful, he's truly blessed to have such an obedient, loving little lamb in his flock, finally, all to himself.

Choso - No Smut, Wc: 282

He's happy he has you here. Sat in his lap, the glow TV illuminating your pretty face, his hands up your shirt. The only thing that could make this better would be if his brothers were here, though, perhaps it's better if they aren't. He does appreciate the intimacy of it just being you and him.

He can't help himself from looking up at you, paying attention to the way you mindlessly chew on your lip. It makes his own lips part with desire. "Can-can you kiss me again?" He lightly squeezes your chest, his fingers tightening around the black lace bra under your shirt.

His curious, pleading eyes are too hard to ignore. He moans into your mouth, one hand groping your breast, the other gently holding your tummy. He rests his head on your shoulder when you finally pull away, a nervous smile on his face, he's still learning how to do it right, he hopes you don't mind. Actually, he knows you don't.

If anything, you love it. He can tell by the way you hold his cheeks when he does it, the way you giggle and kiss him more and more just to see it widen. He wants to do that for you. He wants to hold your cheeks and giggle when you smile and kiss you to see you do it more.

His heart erratically beats in his chest as he impulsively reaches out, turning your face and holding you still while he presses messy kisses to your lips. He doesn't stop the barrage of pecks when you ask him what he's doing. He just smiles. And that makes you smile. And that makes him smile more.

Sukuna - Implied Smut, Wc: 266

If you were to ask him about it, he'd laugh in your face. Sukana cares for no one, he does not love, he does not enjoy anyone's presence, he does not feel warmth in his chest when you kiss his cheek. Absolutely not. Never. You'd be foolish to think otherwise.

You may be his favorite concubine, who he always lets lay with him in bed after he's had his fill. Who he lets run her fingers through his hair during bathtime. Who he makes sure is seated on his lap at all times. But that does not mean he likes you. It just means he finds you tolerable. Yes, that's it.

He finds you tolerable, at most, and that's generous, even, so there you go, there's your answer. Only, you didn't even ask to begin with. You said "Good morning, my lord," and here he is, going on a rant in his head about how much he doesn't love you. Shit. He's in deep. Far too deep for anyone of his standing, and it's too late for him to pull himself out of this eternal abyss.

Curse you, wench, for having such control over him, unwittingly at that. Who do you think you are? With your adorable face, and your soft hair, and your nice smell-Wench! Mark his words, he may be steadfast in making you his bride, and disposing of any other concubines that expresses too much jealousy, and keeping his palace decorated in a way that you would find flattering, but he is not in love with you by any stretch of the imagination.

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niningtori · 22 days

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supermodel | oneshot

part two

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after beomgyu ghosts you after three (what you thought were) really successful dates, your close friend asks you if she can date him instead. you, being the pushover you are, say yes. but beomgyu's not done bothering you.

genre: romance, angst, smut (MDNI!!!)

warnings: MDNI!!! cheating (but it's lowkey justified if you ask me), unprotected sex (no!), oral (f. receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, manipulative!beomgyu if you squint (lmk if you catch it lmao), if i missed anything lmk

word count: 6k (ouuu... definitely not 13k i'm sorry anon my love)

notes: ...hi. so, as most of my followers know, i primarily write angst. this is my first time ever posting smut on here and i genuinely don't know if it's any good. if it's bad,,,, i'm sorry in advance!! see ending for more notes :)

you do not like beomgyu. you don't like the way he keeps his hair so long, or the way he tucks it behind his ears when he's focused. you don't like that he has the same music taste as you and how much of a snob he is about it. you don't like the way he laughs obnoxiously loud and you especially don't like the way his cheeks dimple like little whiskers when he does it. no, you don't like beomgyu one bit.

it hasn't always been like this. there was a time, albeit brief and fleeting, that you really liked the aforementioned grievances you've grown to hate so much. in fact, you liked them so much, you even liked the boy himself. that ship has sailed, though. and it sails further and further as you watch him cuddle up even closer to one of your closest friends, hana. you aren't a bitter person, really. you're usually pretty laidback, all things considered, so when hana asked you if she could date the boy who ghosted you after three (what you thought were) really successful dates, you said yes.

do you regret agreeing? well, how can you regret it when hana looks so happy? in fact, she looks happier than ever as beomgyu discreetly places his hand on her inner thigh. oh man. you think you're gonna be sick.

meeting beomgyu was like a meet cute in a romcom. you were alone in a cafe (cliché, but true) when he pulled up a seat and sat next to you. he was cute, he was charming, and, most surprisingly, he was actually really funny. he made you giggle more than once and you almost couldn't believe someone so seemingly perfect wanted anything to do with you, but he did. he was extremely eager, if anything, because as soon as you gave him your number, he texted you asking if you wanted to go out sometime. you, with your innocent heart, could only agree.

your first date was at that same cafe. he had memorized your order, even though he had only met you once, and you felt so flattered your heart skipped a beat. you're a little on the shyer side, but he was able to pull you out of your shell with ease. you'd later find out he has the ability to do that with everyone, but back then, you were amazed by how naturally he pulled it off.

after your first date, you'd texted all your friends about it. they asked for pictures and details, but you said it was too early and you didn't want to jinx it. you're the type to try not to get too caught up in the moment in favor of being more realistic, so it had been a pleasant surprise for most of your friends to hear how excited you were. this could really be something special, you thought.

and special, it was. your second date had been at a nice restaurant you'd never heard of. beomgyu was pulling out all the stops for you and spared nothing when it came to giving you the royal treatment. he was courteous and kind, but still mischievously flirty. you were enamored with everything about him. you were used to being treated kindly on dates, of course, but you had never seen anything quite like beomgyu. it seemed like he couldn't get enough of you, which was a novel feeling, though totally welcomed.

you finally felt confident enough to tell your friends all about him. when asked, you had no problem divulging all the finer details of your dates. you had nothing but praises for him, and even sent one of his instagram pictures to show off his good looks. most of them were taken aback at how handsome he was. hana, however, was not at all surprised. it shocked you to find out that she knew beomgyu, and knew him well. she had floated in the same circle of friends with him in college and you were pleased to find out that he had always been a really nice guy, if a little flighty at times, but he had never been that way with you. plus, it seemed to you that he had matured quite a bit. for once in your life, you got your hopes up. but, like most things, you would come to regret it.

your third and final date had been simple enough. he had asked you to come hang out at his place, but said his friends would likely be coming and going. it was nice. it was intimate. his apartment was small and a little messy, but filled with personality. you smiled when you saw polaroids he had taken of (and with) his friends adorning his bedroom walls. he seemed really sentimental, actually, but you liked that about him. you liked everything about him, really.

so when he leaned in for a kiss while watching some dumb old slasher flick, you closed your eyes and prepared to meet his warm lips. this was real. you would have a boyfriend, a near perfect one. and he liked you. he really, really liked you. what more could you ask for? but you never expected that a phone call would pull you out of your daze. you checked the caller id and immediately became worried. hana very rarely called you, but she said she was having an emergency and you, being the good friend you are, had to bail on beomgyu. the emergency in question was her having a meltdown over some guy she had never even mentioned, but had apparently really liked. you had no choice but to go to her place, bringing a tub of ice cream and all of her favorite snacks in tow. beomgyu said he understood, because of course he did, and said he would text you with other plans.

when he, in fact, did not text you first with plans, you had opted to text him yourself. you figured he had just forgotten or something, so you simply greeted him and apologized again for having to leave. it seems so fucking stupid to you now — the way you waited so anxiously by the phone for a reply that would never come. you remember staying up all night and jolting every time your phone buzzed. you were anxiously awaiting a text, a call, fucking anything, really. but it was pointless. after a few days of radio silence on beomgyu's end, you had pretty much resigned yourself to the fact that he would never respond. what did you do to scare him away? you thought you had done everything right, but you must’ve come on too strong or something. you felt utterly humiliated.

you were in your head again. it wouldn't surprise you if you had imagined the whole fucking thing, actually. but a few weeks later, hana had texted you asking if you were okay with her dating the boy you'd been waiting for. she seemed so hopeful and so happy, how could you say no? just because it didn't work out between you two didn't mean that it couldn't work out between them. maybe, deep down, the ugliest parts of you kind of hoped it wouldn't, but when she texted you with all the filthy details of the first time they hooked up, you knew you were thinking too highly of yourself.

beomgyu doesn't like you, and even if his refusal to text you back wasn't enough of an indication that that's the case, his attitude towards you while dating hana tells you everything you need to know. the way he manages to antagonize you over what would normally be completely menial things should be studied. when you trip over your words, he makes a point to call it out and laugh, which results in you, of course, tripping over your words even more. when you look like shit, he makes sarcastic comments along the lines of "oh i see you've decided to really doll yourself up this evening". what's worse is you're so non-confrontational, you just let him chirp.

what you don't know is that the more unbothered you look, the more eager he is to elicit a reaction out of you. it drives him crazy how nothing seems to drive you crazy, so he pushes and pushes, but it's like a fist landing on cotton. he's on the brink of madness trying to get you to say something, anything. but you never do. you just smile or shake your head and it's all he can do not to snap.

you’re at your favorite bar when you meet him. you’re not alone, or at least you shouldn’t be, but hana has gone outside to make a call. usually, you’d be the first one to accompany her, but you’re honestly not in the mood to hear her flirt with beomgyu (or beomie bear, as she calls him) over the phone. you never are, really, but especially not now as you down another shot of whatever the bartender has deemed as “the strongest shit they’ve got.” you don’t think you look particularly attractive at the moment, but when jay sees you, he’s flocking towards you.

“hey,” he says with a smile as he slides onto the stool next to yours.

“hey,” you reply shyly. are you imagining things or did he seriously just blush at your answer?

“i-i’m jay.” you can’t help but giggle at how nervous he seems. cute.

you take the time to introduce yourself and jay seems relieved that you’re actually receptive to his awkwardness. you like the way it feels to be in control for once. you like the way it feels to be wanted so much. so when he asks you if you want to go out in the near future, you say yes.

in the midst of your conversation, hana comes sauntering back in with a dopey grin on her face. she has, no doubt, just gotten off the phone with beomgyu if her satisfied expression is any indication. her satisfaction turns into surprise when she registers who’s sitting next to you.

“jay?!” she exclaims, taken aback by the familiar boy next to you.

“hana? oh my god, how are you?” he asks, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “we went to college together,” he explains when they part. your previous happiness crumbles in an instant. the nasty part of you wonders if she knows fucking everybody you’re interested in, but you shut it down mercilessly. it's not hana’s fault she's so likable. it's your fault for not being more so, actually.

“i’m good,” she says with a light giggle. they catch up for a moment before she drops an atomic bomb. “you know, i’m actually with beomgyu now.”

“damn, really? i thought that would never actually happen,” he replies, genuine shock falling across his sculpted features. your interest can’t help but be piqued at this.

“what makes you say that?” she asks rather defensively. jay can tell he messed up from her tone and he backtracks immediately.

“o-oh nothing. i just never pegged you two as compatible, but congratulations! i know you’ve liked him for a long time.” ?... ??...???? what the hell?

“what is he talking about?” you can’t help but ask confusedly. hana looks thoroughly reddened as she fumbles for an explanation.

“i-i liked beomie back in college. n-nothing major!” she stammers. you can do nothing but stare. she liked beomgyu and she never told you? well, you were half in love with the boy after three dates and you’re still half in love with him, actually, so it’s not particularly surprising that she fell for him, but the fact that she never mentioned it feels iffy at best. jay can sense the tension, and he cleverly excuses himself with:

“shit, my friends are here. i’ll text you soon?” he says, looking to you for confirmation. you manage to muster up a smile and a nod, but you’re still disturbed by this revelation.

“... are you mad?” hana asks tentatively.

“n-no. of course not!” you say with conviction, but deep down, you know you’re uncomfortable. she probably knows it, too, but she doesn’t pry much further.

“i’m glad you’re not mad,” she sighs. “anyway, it’s not like you’re dating him now.” she pokes at the sore spot on your heart with ease. maybe if she were more sober, she’d see the hurt on your face, but as it is, she doesn’t register a thing.

so hana liked beomgyu back in college? why hadn’t she told you? well, you guess it doesn’t make a difference now. she’s with him. you’re not. what else is there to say, really? but in the back of your mind, gears start turning. you just don’t know it yet.

hana has been a lot nicer to you than usual after that night at the bar. she’s always nice, but she seems hellbent on making sure your prospective date with jay goes well. you suppose it’s her way of making it up to you for withholding her secret crush on beomgyu from you. to be honest, there’s no real reason for her to do so, but you accept her kindness graciously. now, the night before your big date, she’s practically hounding you with questions.

“what are you gonna wear?” she asks over the phone.

“mmm, i dunno yet,” you hum into the speaker. you really don’t know. jay invited you to a house party, which is not the most romantic place in the world, but hana convinced you that he’s just awkward and a group setting (with drinks, no less) would loosen him up. you realize that you want to impress him. you want him to think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room, but nothing you have in your closet quite fits the bill.

“ooh, i know! you can just borrow one of my dresses. what about the black one? the one you complimented last time we went out! i won’t be home tomorrow night, but i’ll leave the key under the mat, okay? so just come grab it when you’re free!” she sounds proud of herself for coming up with that. you don’t have the heart to tell her it’s a little too scandalous for you, so you grit your teeth and accept her peace offering.

“mmm, yeah. that sounds good. thank you, hana,” you reply.

“pay attention to meeee,” you hear a deep voice cut in from over the phone. beomgyu. you try not to think about the way your heart aches when you hear him (very loudly) plant a kiss on… some part of her body. you’re not exactly sure where it is, but you falter when you hear her reaction.

“beomie, ah, not there,” hana moans and you feel a pang in your chest. “hey, i’ve gotta go, okay?” you don’t have to imagine what they’re about to do and it hurts.

“okay,” you say with a bitter smile, but the call drops before you can even reply.

it’s finally the night of the date and you’re anxious, to put it mildly. you don’t know how long you spent trying to get your hair and makeup right, but an ungodly amount of time has passed. you’re almost tempted to skip getting the dress from hana’s apartment, but you really don’t have anything else that suits the occasion, so you begrudgingly hail a cab over to her place.

you enter her apartment and head toward her bedroom, where the pretty black dress is waiting for you. with a sigh, you strip out of your sweats and shimmy into the dress. you look in hana's bedroom mirror and you have to admit that you look pretty good. you feel a lot more confident going out with a guy as handsome as jay now. as you’re fixing up your hair one last time, you’re stunned to hear the apartment door opening. she’s home? weird, but welcome. you need a second pair of eyes on you.

“hey! how do i look?” you say with a smile as you exit her bedroom, but you’re not greeted with hana’s smiling face. instead, you’re met with beomgyu’s frown.

“w-what are you doing here?” you ask, genuinely surprised.

“this is my girlfriend’s apartment. what are you doing here?” you thought he had heard over the phone that you’d be here to pick up the dress tonight. but then, you supposed that he may have been a little preoccupied sucking the skin off of hana to really pay attention to much else. you’re so busy over analyzing this, you don’t even notice how intently beomgyu is staring at you now. even if you did, you’d probably misread it as ridicule rather than what it truly is.

“nothing, i-i’m on my way out,” you reply simply. with that, you start trying to walk past him. before you can, though, he’s asking you questions.

"you're seriously going out with him? in that, too?” he asks, disgust apparent. at least, that’s what it sounds like to you. your eyes survey your own attire and you feel extremely small in this moment, all things considered. normally, you'd shut down and second guess yourself. maybe you do look a little ridiculous in this tiny dress and maybe going out with jay is a bad in idea. maybe he's just fucking with your head and maybe he'll toss you away just like beomgyu did. maybe, maybe, maybe. but then? maybe not. and even if he does, you don't want to hear any of that shit from beomgyu of all people.

"oh, fuck you, beomgyu."

he looks perfectly scandalized by your comment. you’ve never talked back to him before, and certainly not like this. his eyebrows raise and his jaw drops before he can finally choke out the words "e-excuse me?"

"i said fuck you. i really don't give a shit about what you have to say anymore."

you're again trying to barrel past him but he steps in front of the door, scowl etched into his pretty features.

"what? are you mad at me now?" you say mockingly. "well, you don't get to be mad at me. move."

it is genuinely amazing to see beomgyu as he is now. he looks like a child who's floundering for a comeback.

"w-why are you mad? i'm just looking out for you!" oh, you can't help but laugh in his face at that one. he winces when you do.

"my god, that's rich coming from you. what's the worst that could happen? we go on a couple of dates and then he ghosts me? can't say it hasn't happened before."

"th-that's different!" he sputters, face flushing beet red.

"different how?!" you counter. he’s such a fucking hypocrite. you're not the type to get so riled up, but his words have you seeing red. his next words, even more so.

"you... you don't even like me!"

"and why exactly would i like the man who ghosted me, again? you can kick rocks for all i care!" you try to steady your breathing. blowing up like this right before your first date with jay can't be good for your head. luckily, it seems like beomgyu is still fishing for words when you regain your composure. "whatever. i'm done. goodbye, beomgyu." you reach around him for the door handle, but he slams it shut.

"what the fuck?!" you exclaim exasperatedly.

"you don't understand," beomgyu says, voice trembling and eyes scarlet. "hana said you didn't like me."

"hana? what does hana have to do with — oh." oh.

"she said you didn't like me and thought i was obnoxious. she told me she called and interrupted our date because you wanted her to.”

“why didn’t you just ask, beomgyu? i liked you!” you exclaim. he ruined everything all because of a few words from someone else?

“why would i ask when hana told me that you didn’t want anything to do with me?”

"so you believed hana instead of just opening your fucking mouth? what, does she wipe your ass and spoon feed you, too?

“watch your mouth,” beomgyu says lowly.

“or what?” you taunt with a smirk. “you’ll be mad? is beomie bear gonna lose his temper?” you’re on your tiptoes now, face mere inches away from his. where you got the confidence to provoke the man who towers over you even on the worst of days, you have no idea, but the idea of seeing beomgyu squirm is lighting a fire in you you didn’t know existed. is he gonna hit you? scream in your face? you’re excited to see how he reacts. when his gaze flickers from your smiling eyes to your lips, you don’t even get half a second to question his odd look when his lips come crashing down onto yours.

his big hands grip the back of your head, holding you in place as he punishes your lips with a force you’ve only ever dreamt about. his lips are chapped and you can taste a hint of his favorite lip balm, which he had smeared on just before his arrival. you’re too shocked to move, you’re too shocked to do anything besides gasp when he bites your bottom lip. he takes your open mouth as permission to shove his warm tongue into it. you want to say the kiss is full of fire, and it is, but there’s an overwhelming sense of gentleness, too. it’s hard to put into words, so instead of trying to, you let yourself melt into the feeling. he takes your acquiescence as a sign to go even further. at this point, he’s practically dragging you over to the couch. you’re surprised at how you don’t even attempt to resist when he pushes you down. you’re seated now and he licks his lips hungrily as he lifts your pathetic excuse for a dress off of your body and tosses it somewhere behind the couch. his eyes alight with something akin to raw anger when he takes note of the fact that you are, in fact, not wearing a bra.

“you were seriously gonna go out like that? what a whore,” he says menacingly. you’re now clad in nothing but your favorite pair of underwear. you would usually feel insecure in front of such an intense gaze, but beomgyu looks at you like he wants to devour every part of you. and he will, with time.

“i thought jay would like it,” you shrug. his eyes burn even brighter and he looks like he’s on the brink of snapping. god, fucking with him is so exhilarating. is this how he feels when he’s trying to get under your skin? maybe you do understand why he antagonizes you, actually. this shit feels amazing.

he kneels down before you and possessively kisses your neck until it's numb — pouring out hot kisses and sucking on the skin there like he’s staking his claim. it’s almost like he’s daring another man to touch you, and he doesn’t have to say anything because it’s like you already understand his intentions, and you revel in it.

his lips travel down to your breasts and they almost ache in anticipation. cruelly, he avoids your pert nipples and opts to circle his tongue around them, sucking on the soft skin and leaving marks in his wake. one of his hands move down to your underwear and he stops his teasing when he feels how wet you are.

“j-jesus, is all this for me?” you’re too embarrassed to respond. he’s trying to keep his cool, but he’s taken aback by how soaked you are. he was already hard just from the kiss alone, but now he aches. he slides your underwear to the side and actually groans when he sees your slickness for himself. slowly, teasingly, he finds his way to your clit and you let out a soft gasp when he finally touches it. you’re unable to stifle a moan when he gingerly takes one of his long, calloused fingers and begins to push it into your cunt.

“t-tight!” he hisses. “how am i gonna fit?” you’d roll your eyes in annoyance at his self-aggrandizing words if you could muster up anything other than the feeling of pure bliss as he slides another finger in. he’s kneeling between your legs, and you feel some sort of sick satisfaction as you watch the boy lick his lips before trailing opened-mouth kisses on your thighs as he inches closer and closer to your cunt.

you feel his cool breath against your core and you’re seconds away from begging him to continue, but he seems even more eager than you are as he quickly buries his face into your heat. his first lick is long and slow, but you can feel the vibrations from his moan and it reverberates through your legs all the way to your toes. as if he’s a man starved, he messily licks and sucks on your pussy while pumping his fingers in and out mercilessly. you have to hold onto his long hair, not because you want to hurt him, but because it’s the only thing keeping you sane. when he hooks his fingers, you can’t help but call out his name.

“b-beomgyu!” his darkened eyes snap up to meet yours while his pace becomes even more punishing and, before you know it, you’re spasming around his fingers. he should stop there, but he continues with little kitten licks until you’re begging him to show you mercy.

he reluctantly parts from your cunt and you can see evidence of your release dripping down his chin. his messy hair, his soaked face, his fucking everything looks like it’s been branded by you and you can’t help but gulp, heat pooling in your stomach again, far too soon after your intense orgasm. usually, a man would wipe his face and clean himself up, but he does nothing of the sort as he leans towards you and practically pleads with you to kiss him.

“so good, want you to taste it,” he says simply as he pulls you in for another filthy kiss. he looks possessed, almost, by your taste. by your scent. by you.

your cum mixed with the taste of beomgyu himself is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. he wraps his tongue around yours, as if he’s selflessly just trying to share this new discovery.

he unbuckles his own pants like a madman, hastily yanking them down. so hypnotized, he doesn’t even think to take them off all the way, nevermind his shirt. his cock springs up and it’s thick and long, the angry veins juxtaposing from his perfect, doll-like face. he was right. you don’t know how he’ll fit in your tight pussy.

still, he ruts his bare cock against your throbbing cunt and you both moan when it accidentally catches against your entrance.

“c-condom?” you ask breathily.

“p-please, please just let me feel you. i can pull out,” he whines. who are you to say no to a man begging?

“...o-okay,” you begin to choke out, and almost before you can even finish, he’s pushing himself in. you both groan at the feeling. he meets resistance before he’s even halfway in and his eyes redden with a lust so strong it almost scares you.

“s-so tight, so perfect for me,” he says before pulling out and harshly ramming himself back in, sheathing himself completely in you. your eyes begin to sting with pure pleasure. he sits for a moment, just enjoying the way your pussy sucks him in. nothing in your life has ever made you feel this heavenly. not that you’re going to heaven, especially after this, and certainly not if hana has anything to say about it. oh my god, hana.

“w-wait,” you interrupt before he can pull out again. “we can’t! hana—”

“don’t give a fuck about hana. j-jus’ want you,” he slurs with that lisp that you love so much. and that’s when he really starts. ruthlessly, he sets his pace. ramming into you as the filthy sounds of skin against skin and slick against slick permeate the room. his head lulls back in sheer ecstasy and you’re crying out his name over and over, like a mantra. it’s the only thing chaining you to reality. that, and his viselike grip on your thighs.

“so g-good, so warm. never h-had a pussy this good before,” he praises as he continues drilling into you. one of his hands snakes its way to your clit and you’re seeing stars. hot tears spring in your eyes and you’re literally crying as his cock pushes you further and further off the deep end.

“so fucking good for me. you wouldn't even care if i came inside, would you, slut? walking around in that tiny dress, just begging to be fucked.”

“n-no! i’m not begging f-for anything,” you manage to choke out.

“really? but you look pretty fucking desperate right now. should i stop?” he asks with a mean smile, slowing down the speed of his hips snapping into yours.

“please don’t! i-i’m sorry. please don’t stop!” you whimper. he wasn’t gonna stop, anyway, but watching tears pour out of your eyes at the mere thought of his cock not being inside of you brings him to another level of smugness.

“shh, it’s okay, baby. i won’t stop. i’ll give you exactly what you need.”

“b-beomie!” you cry. “not gonna last much longer!”

“me neither, pretty girl. fuck, come with me, okay?” he hisses.

“come inside?” you plead. he almost stills at this, but his brutal pace never stops despite it all.

“fuck! i knew that good girl act was a sham. you want me to get you pregnant so everyone knows who you belong to?”

“yes! d-don’t care. just want you,” you whine, mirroring his words from earlier. that’s enough to make him lose himself. his resolve snaps and he’s painting the inside of your walls while you helplessly clench around him. it takes a minute to catch your breath and you can’t help but lock eyes with beomgyu as he stays buried in your warmth. his gaze is still lustful, that much you know, but there’s an unknown feeling teeming in his eyes, too.

gingerly, he pulls out and you both watch as his cum trickles out of you. his eyes are alight with fascination and you don’t doubt for a second that he wants to lap it all up and feed it right back to you, but he doesn’t. he simply grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for another heavy kiss.

“wanted to do this for so long,” he says after you part.

“how long?” you can’t help but ask.

“since i saw you sitting alone at the café,” he shrugs and smiles shyly. he’s wanted you since he first saw you, which is enough to make you grin, but the blissful smile is wiped off of your face when you remember beomgyu isn’t just some random guy who’s attracted to you. he’s hana’s boyfriend.

you know now that she orchestrated the downfall of your relationship with beomgyu, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel guilty as hell for fucking her boyfriend on her couch. oh my god, what have you done? you fucked your friend’s boyfriend in her own home. not only that, but you fucked raw and even let him come inside. you shiver when you recount his nasty words about getting you pregnant, and he really might’ve. you’re not on the pill or anything. oh god.

“i-i need to get out of here,” you say frantically. you hurriedly push him off of you and wince when you feel his cum leaking out of your cunt. you stumble to the bedroom, legs still weak from what just transpired, and grab your sweats and snake them back on.

“what are you doing?” beomgyu asks, confused and somewhat annoyed that you’ve effectively ruined the mood.

“i’m getting the fuck out of here. this… this whole thing was a mistake,” you say, on the verge of tears. you don't even deserve to cry, honestly, but you want to, anyway.

“a-a mistake? why? wait, don’t go!” he says, stepping in front of you again.

“beomgyu, are you fucking with me? you’re with hana! why wouldn’t this be a mistake? oh my god, and i-i’m not — i don’t take birth control. we really might’ve… fuck just move, please!” you plead. you think you might be on the verge of a panic attack, tears and snot streaming down your face. you just wish he would fucking move so you could get out of here and start fixing everything because the guilt you feel just by seeing his face is all-consuming. there’s no way you can face hana again after this. you’ll cut her out of your life, and when you’re courageous enough, you’ll tell her what you did to her. you’ll lose hana and all the rest of your friends once they hear about what kind of person you really are. and as for beomgyu, well, knowing hana, she’ll stay with him and you’ll be the homewrecker in this story.

“hey, shh, it’s okay,” beomgyu coos softly, taking your tear-streaked face in his big, warm hands. “talk to me. what are you thinking?” “i… i ruined everything,” you begin with a sob. “i hurt hana. you hurt hana. a-and everybody’s going to be so fucking mad at me. god, she’s never going to forgive me.”

“listen,” he says softly while rubbing the pads of his thumbs against the tears falling down your cheeks. “she lied to you, and she lied to me, too.”

“because she loves you, beomgyu. she only did it because she loves you so much,” you argue, tearing your face from his grasp, but he only locks his arms around your waist instead.

“and what about me? what about how i feel?”

“what are you trying to say?” you sniffle.

“i’m saying i meant it when i said i don’t give a fuck about hana. i’m sorry, but i don’t. i never did,” he says as if he’s coaxing a child. you want to believe his words so fucking badly, but you’ve seen the way they’ve been attached at the hip these past few months and you can’t help but feel like he’s just a) full of shit and/or b) pussydrunk on you. he can sense your apprehension and wants to tear his own hair out in frustration.

“can i be honest with you?” he asks.

you nod in response.

“i… i only started hanging out with her because i knew she was close to you. i don’t know if it’s because i wanted to get back at you or if i just wanted to see you more. maybe a bit of both, honestly. i-i know that’s wrong, but it’s true.” you’re at a loss for words. all you can ask is:

“why?” he chuckles at this.

“because i like you, dummy,” he says sweetly while releasing one of the hands that grips your waist, using it to fix up your hair. he likes you? the same beomgyu who has effectively harassed you for the past few months… likes you?

“you have a fucking hilarious way of showing it. i thought you hated me,” you retort.

“i was just teasing,” he says softly. “i just wanted you to notice me and nothing i did ever seemed to bother you.”

“well, it did,” you scoff.

“i’m sorry,” he says sheepishly. “i just like you a lot, okay? i’m sorry for being an asshole. and i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” you want to say okay, but the fact remains that he’s still very much hana’s boyfriend. regardless of his feelings, you still betrayed her and your friends aren’t going to be very understanding of your situation with him. the only chance you have of retaining your friendships now is to cut beomgyu off and beg on your knees for forgiveness. but you like him. you really, really like him. and the temptation to relent is even stronger as he begins to plant kisses on your face along with promises to dump her and, in his words, to “be good from now on”. when his innocent kisses turn lustful and begin to trail down your neck, what else can you do besides agree?

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maxidentscene · 2 years

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boyfriend things skz does

⚘ genre. fluff

⚘ members. ot8

chan speaks up for you when your restaurant order is wrong

Yeah, you could do it yourself and he’s aware of that. The thing about this type of thing is that he knows you most likely won’t, normally everyone around him brushes things like this off because they don’t want to be an inconvenience or they’re too embarrassed

In his mind, time is precious and at a restaurant, time should be spent enjoying what you’re eating. He’s so reliable ahh

“You didn’t have to…” you trail off, finding his hand from across the table, running your thumb over his knuckles with a dopey smile on your face and hearts in your eyes because he’s just too sweet

He can only get shy and laugh, his dimples deepening and eyes closing, the sound making your heart flutter. Leave it to Chan to stick up for the ones he loves. “But you wouldn’t have liked it, right? I want you to like it.”

You will now that he spoke up for you. Get a man like Bang Chan and do not settle for less.

lee know is constantly blowing your phone up with things he finds funny because he wants you to laugh with him

In theory, this is cute as fuck because he’s thinking about you, he’s sending you these things that he enjoys because he thinks you’ll enjoy them as well

It’s endearing. But the thing about Minho is that he finds a wide spectrum of things funny, from bug fights to inappropriate jokes to among us memes. Yeah.

All you have to do around him is say sus and he’s lowkey busting a lung oh my god

But like I already mentioned, it’s sweet and honestly half of the time, the stuff he sends are things that you can find humor in as well so it isn’t always just him making a fool out of himself

“Do you find it annoying?” He flat out asks one day, to which you can only give him a ridiculous look, clinging to his side the lovey dovey way you know he hates and assuring him that you find his stupid little memes cute

changbin keeps you as close as physically possible when you’re in public

No, he isn’t being clingy! It’s just that in this day and age, it’s only right if he were to protect you from harm when out and about. A lot of things could happen if you weren’t in his care, there’s definitely no other reason!

Yeah, he’s being a little clingy. Don’t you love it though? The way he always guides you with a hand hovering above your lower back, the way he locks pinkies with you when meeting a spot with a big crowd, the way he can’t resist putting you in a gentle headlock as you wait in line to be seated for some food

“Bin,” you wheeze out with a laugh, tapping his arm as a signal to release you, secretly loving his proximity nonetheless. He lets you go, his other arm immediately finding it’s way locked around your waist. “Hands off.”

“Never,” he sighs into your neck, shaking his head back and forth, desperate for both your attention and to be escorted to your reserved table for dinner. A sigh in defeat is all he needed to hear, enjoying the feeling of your weight relaxing in his hold

It just felt safe this way. He knew from the bottom of his heart that he’d shield you in any kind of situation and ultimately, this is just for your best interest. The skinship is nothing more than a bonus

hyunjin makes sure to keep you farthest away from the road while you’re walking

Hyune was written by a woman. Literally a man out of a fantasy, a fairytale, the biggest gentleman in existence. He does all of the superficial shit like opening your car door, sliding your chair out for you, and this is one of the most often ways he takes care of you

Walking around the city isn’t something you do too often as he’s incredibly famous and there’s alternatives to getting to where you need to go, but sometimes you can’t beat a good walk to clear minds and refresh

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack,” you feel his hand wrap around your arm gently, guiding you to switch positions with him on the sidewalk so that you were on the safe side away from cars and traffic

He acts like it’s a bother, nagging you about how you need to be careful but the whiny pleas are tuned out, your heart swollen with love for him

He really, truly cares for you. He will always protect you in all ways possible, even if it means putting himself more in harms way. It’s just who he is

han is obsessed with you so bad that all of his passwords are related to you in some way

Call him a simp, call him a total fucking loser, he does not care. Nothing is going to change the fact that his passcode is just your birthday in digits and nothing is going to stop him from using your anniversary dates as every future password for accounts

“Text the groupchat back for me, baby,” Han calls from the bathroom, freshening up and getting ready for bed. You hum as you walk past the door, falling onto the sheets to find his phone and realizing you don’t even know how to unlock it without his face

You skip back to him, sitting up on the counter as he washes his face. “I don’t know the code,” you answer as he quirks up a brow. He nods, taking the phone from you and typing in your birthday, surprised to see the shocked look on your face

It was enough to make your heart flutter embarrassingly fast, catching you off guard, you were glad that you were sitting otherwise you might’ve been a little weak in the knees

“If this is how you feel about my phone password then I can’t imagine how you’d feel about my personal accounts…” he teases before placing a kiss on your nose, slapping your thigh gently before exiting the room

felix comes to your place at unreasonable hours of the night to take care of a bug for you

When you shoot him a text begging on your knees for him to come and take care of a spider, he’s got an attitude and acting like you woke him up as if he wasn’t on his damn games

“Where is it?” He’s holding back a laugh at the sight of you curled up on the couch, blanket draped over you. “Oh god, I hope it isn’t under there,” he gasps dramatically, letting giggles slip past his lips at the way you jump up and throw the blanket on the floor

You glare at him, grabbing his hand and stomping your way to your room, pointing out the spider and giving him something to catch it with before returning back to your watch post. This is unbelievable, it’s nearly 3 am and the spider is damn near minuscule

“You’re lucky I love you,” he sighs, shaking his head and leading the bug out of your window before plopping down beside you and resting on your shoulder. “It’s so late. Can I just stay here?”

You can’t resist hugging your hero tightly, kissing his head, smoothing out his hair and squeezing him so hard he almost lets out a squeak. “Stay as long as you want!”

seungmin is always taking photos of you when you’re out adventuring

Always has his phone camera in your fucking face and he doesn’t care if you love it or hate it because you just look so cute with your pretty self in front of some pretty flowers, you know?

Please understand that he just loves taking pictures and making memories. Majority of his fondest memories are with you when you go visit new places, eat good food, go on adventurous dates

His wallpaper is literally reset weekly like it’s on a schedule, always a picture he took of you in front of a statue in a silly pose or sprawled out in the grass with the sun hitting your face just right

“Smile like you mean it,” he mutters after you give a fake smile because this is the 50th picture he’s took within 3 minutes, getting the camera to focus just right, admiring you through the screen when you roll your eyes and listen to him

You can’t stay annoyed for long, not after seeing the way he beams and gushes at the results, impressed with his photography skills and so in love with you that it hurts

jeongin protects you when you play video games together

It’s so simple but so heartwarming, one of those little things that make you kick your feet and giggle at the thought. You didn’t even need to ask, he works to serve as your personal bodyguard in the game verse naturally

He practically begs you to play a bunch of battle royale and multiplayer games, promising that he’ll carry you if you happen to be bad. How could you say no to innie?

You only laughed at the statement until he kept his end of the deal, constantly taking bullets for you and dramatically dying in order to save you from monsters or other players

“Jeongin!” Your arms instantly wrap around his neck as he dies in your honor in game, pretending to fall back in real life as if he were impaled in the chest. “You could have won that!”

Yeah, he could’ve. Any and all of his friends would clown him too if they knew that he was self sacrificing his records and his playing just because he’s so whipped for you

#skz #skz x reader #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #lee know x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #skz headcannons #skz fluff

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loveshotzz · 11 months

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bouncer!steve x fem!reader Steve’s night

🎵 I finally found someone that can make me laugh, hahaha you so crazy, I think I wanna have your baby. 🎵

summary: you’ve got a crush on the new bouncer at The Foxy Lounge. turns out he’s not very good at his job.

word count: 13.6k

warnings: 18+ 90’s AU// Steve is in his early 30’s, Your date gets drunk and says some night nice things, some mild violence (bar fights), possessive steve, fingering, smut (p in v) cream pie, ass eating (f! receiving), oral (f! receiving), dirty talk.

authors note: part two of Whatta Man (steve’s night) you don’t need to read eddie’s to read this one it’s just a little more fun if you do. i’ve seen other writers repost their work after it’s been flagged so here I am. I worked on this for months. please be kind.

The perks of moving into the apartment that presides above The Foxy Lounge were vast for a single girl like yourself, but the perks of becoming friends with the bartender that worked there seemed to make them endless.

Memorized orders and free drinks when he was feeling nice (which he almost always was), he wore the crown of wingman of the century with pride, Eddie always made sure you had a good time. It was days like today that were your favorite though, heading home from a shitty morning shift at work, you weren’t surprised when you tugged on the front door an hour before open and it wasn’t locked. The annoyed look on his face told you he wasn’t either. An irritated groan leaves his chest at the carelessness of the owner and your landlord before popping the caps off two beers with ease. The loud clink of metal to glass echoes in the empty bar, as he flips his bottle opener between his fingers like muscle memory stuffing it in his back pocket.

“He’s gonna get us robbed one day, and I’m just gonna take my favorite bottle for damages and let them have the rest at this point.” His smile shows the lack of truth behind his words when you sit in the stool in front of him.

“Lucky for the both of you, it’s always just me.” Winking when you take a swig, the bitter liquid and the company eases the bad day out of your bones almost instantly.

The beginnings of a relaxed sigh start to push past your lips when the jarring sound of his rings slapping against the wood of the bar to the tune of a drum roll has you tense right back up. You’re unable to stop the slam of your beer before deadpanning, “you know I hate when you do that-“

“My best buddy Steve starts tomorrow night, I finally got Rick to say yes.” Eddie’s excitement has him vibrating when he cuts you off to tell you the news of the latest Foxy Lounge employee. “You’re gonna have such a crush on him. I’m calling it now.” The smirk on his face and the arch of his brow dare you to challenge him as he leans forward into your space.

Rolling your eyes with a snort, you start picking at the white sticker wrapped around the bottle.

“As if you know my type, Munson.” You can’t control the twitch of your lips the second the words leave your mouth when you finally dare to meet his amused gaze.

Eddie knew your type better than anyone else. Watching the men and sometimes women you’d bring upstairs weekend after weekend. He had you pegged and the Cheshire smile on his face told you he knew it too.

“I can hear it now.” He changes the pitch of his voice so it sounds like a bad version of yours before he continues with an exaggerated batting of his lashes, “Oh Eddie, Steve is just so dreamy. Do you think he thinks I’m cute? Will you talk to him? Come on Eddie!”

“I do NOT talk like that, asshole!” Launching a handful of bar nuts at him, he raises his hands in mock surrender shaking out the few that got stuck in his hair with a booming laugh.

“I don’t think that's a nice way to treat the guy who not only didn’t kick you out but also gave you a free beer before we opened, sweetheart.” His dimpled grin and perfect smile almost has your stomach in butterflies.

“I basically live here, besides your boss is the one who left the door unlocked. Maybe it’s a good thing you’re upping your security around here,” you tease, gulping down the rest of the beer before sliding the empty bottle over.

“We’ll see about this Steve guy you won’t shut up about, who knows Eddie, maybe it’s you who’s got a crush.”

Sweeping up the mess you made behind his bar he smirks before wiggling his brows.

“Everyone’s got a crush on Steve, baby.”

The pink fluorescent lights of the Foxy Lounge sign that hangs outside your window paints your studio in a blush tinted glow. It bleeds through the sheer floor length curtains, softening its harshness in a way that you liked. The darkness outside always makes it shine brightest around this time, a constant fight with your overhead lamp before bed. Your eyes catch the glaring red numbers on your clear digital clock reading 8:45pm.

Shit. You’re late.

No Doubt’s I’m Just A Girl plays loud enough through your boom box speakers to drown out the murmurs of the bar downstairs that spill through the slight crack in your bedroom window. You finish the last touch ups to the bubble gum colored gloss that coats your lips, smacking them together loudly. You give yourself a sweet smile in the mirror before fluttering your lashes for good measure. The finishing touch.

Finally feeling ready enough to leave, you adjust the black velvet choker around your neck with lavender painted nails. They highlight the lime green tube top that wraps around your chest as you pull at your black maxi skirt that sits above your hips hugging your curves just right.

You give yourself one last once over while you slip on your clunky Steve Madden slides, telling yourself the whole time you didn’t get all done up for the new bouncer. Instead you tell yourself it’s because you want to get lucky with the guy that invited you to get last minute drinks conveniently at the bar you above.

Turning around to give your studio apartment the safety check, you shuffle over your baby blue carpet with loud clacks from your sandals to hurriedly straighten your pink comforter and snuff out your incense. Grabbing your bag, you rush out with a flip of the light switch, only getting two steps away before having to pop back in to grab your keys hanging by the door.

The platforms on your slides are heavy as you make your way down the staircase, the narrow hallway bouncing your steps off the walls despite the cushion of the ugly brown carpet. One hand on the banister and the other dragging along the wall for balance, you pick up your pace barreling towards the door. Pushing it open with more force than normal, you hit something on the other side, hard.

An oof and the sound of plastic skidding across the sidewalk is followed by the crash of a stool that must’ve belonged to whoever was sitting on it. Stepping onto the pavement with a clack from your sandals, you stop in your tracks when you see his broad shoulders first. Bent over, you watch him collect what looks like an orange Tamagotchi, stuffing it quickly in his back pocket before brushing the dust off his dark denim clad thighs. The way he fills his jeans has your mouth dry up and his muscles flex under the black cotton shirt that wraps tight around his torso, the seams barely containing what’s underneath. Turning around he runs a big hand through his honey colored locks that stop just below his ears, pushing the fly aways from his face while the shine of the street lamp highlights his cheekbones and sharp jaw.

God you hated when Eddie was right.

Hazel eyes rake over your form while yours follow the freckles that run along his neck that lead to small moles placed like a cluster of stars along his jaw. His chiseled nose runs down a narrow line with lips tinged pink like his cheeks. The expression on his face going from irritated to flirty in a matter of seconds flat, the whites of his teeth showing when he gives you an easy smile.

“I’m - oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and no one is ever sitting there and I - Are you okay?” Talking a mile a minute, you hate that he has your nerves getting the best of you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Raising his hands up to stop you, the press of your thighs is instant when you see the silver band wrapped around the thickness of his middle finger. “No apologies necessary, it was an accident, honey.”

The endearment leaves his mouth while his lips turn his smile crooked, and it makes you dizzy. Bending down to grab the stool off the ground, a matching chain slips out from under his shirt and the glow above gives you a glimpse at the patch of thick chest hair hidden from sight.

“Besides, it’s not the first time a pretty girl has knocked me on my ass.” Folding his arms across his pecs, he leans against the brick of the bar crossing his legs at the ankles. The black boots that cover his feet look big and menacing despite his disposition.

Biting your bottom lip into a smile, you look up at him through shy lashes and you swear you hear him sigh at the sight.

“Well as long as you’re okay-“

“Steve,” he offers his name with a flash of his teeth again, a spark lighting in his eyes when he sees the way you react to it.

“Well you’ll probably see my face around here a lot,” you say, doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks burn.

“I sure hope so.” Pulling a toothpick out of his back pocket, he slides it between his lips. Jaw clenching when he bites down on the wood while his eyes roam your curves again before offering you another grin.

It makes you do one thing a man has never made you genuinely do. You giggle. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you hardly recognize yourself anymore.

“I was gonna say, 'cause I live upstairs.” Your voice is sweet despite the roll of your eyes, his jaw clenches against the wood. He liked that.

He only breaks his stare to follow the path of your finger, his eyes lingering on your open window for a second before bringing all his attention back on you. The tension grows even thicker when he kicks off the wall, realization hitting him. The soles of his boots are loud against the pavement when he closes the distance between you with two long strides. Getting close enough to smell the cinnamon on his breath, and the expensive cologne that lingers on his bronzed skin, you forget all about your date waiting for you inside.

“Eddie’s told me all about you.” Using the tip of his tongue, he pushes the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his smirk telling you all you need to know.

“That’s funny, Eddie’s told me about you too,” you lick your lips, tasting the fruit of your gloss as you look up at him from under hooded shimmering lids, “Steve.”

He inches just a little closer to teeter on the edge of what’s appropriate before responding, “Oh yeah? Did you like what you heard baby?”

His smile is as sinful as it is blinding. A darkened gaze locked on yours as he pulls the tooth pick out his mouth letting the sharp end snag his bottom lip before stuffing it in his back pocket again.

The electricity in the air sparks and fizzes, standing close enough to see the freckles that line his nose and the specks of glitter smattered in a similar pattern on your cheeks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Raising an eyebrow, your response has him sucking his teeth before rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek accepting your answer with a nod of his head.

Pulling out a small red flashlight with a soft click of the button at the end, white light floods the dark. The beam roams over the expanse of your body with a purposeful path before stopping at his outstretched hand.

“I.D.?” Amusement evident in his voice, he wiggles his fingers at you keeping up with his charade. The motion daring to make a mess of your underwear.

You try to cover up your laugh with a fake scoff, making it come out loud enough for him to snort. Your lips twitch as you try to fight the losing battle with the smile threatening to break across your face.

“What? I need to be careful here sweetheart. It’s my first night, I gotta make sure you’re really who you say you are, and not just some pretty girl trying to flirt her way inside.” He keeps the perfect poker face while he tuts at you to hurry up for the invisible line behind you.

“Would it have worked?” you ask handing him your driver’s license, wincing internally at the picture he is about to see.

Brushing his fingers against yours when he takes it for closer examination, he huffs out a laugh before looking down at you with a smug grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He winks like an expert before making a big show of bringing your ID close to his face like it might be a fake.

Tsking to himself as he reads it over, he peeks over at you with a sly smirk. “A whole year older than me. Good for you, I like older women.”

Closing the space that developed when you had to dig in your purse, you snatch the plastic out of his hand, relishing in the way his breath hitches because of it. “I’m shocked you can read Steve, Eddie’s taste can be a bit…shoddy.”

“I think I’m pretty good at it actually, I’m good at reading a lot of things.” Ignoring your jab he’s quick to regain his confidence. “Things like, I don’t know, body language.” The spice of the cinnamon returns when he pulls out his toothpick again. He flashes you his pearly whites when he bites down, keeping his eyes locked on yours, a silent dare to prove him wrong.

Like magnets finding each other, the toes of his boots brush against your sandals. When did he get this close again?

Mariah Carey’s Fantasy cuts off any witty response that sits on the tip of your tongue as the bar door creaks open, rudely snapping you both back to reality. A boy who looks barely above the legal age is the culprit for popping your bubble, stopping dead in his tracks when the flirting bouncer’s attention redirects itself to where it should be. You already miss it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, punk.” Grabbing the kid by the collar of his shirt, he mutters a ‘shit’ under his breath.

You take a step back, your eyes meeting Eddie's from inside, the commotion catching his and a few other patrons' stares, including your date.

Oh yeah, you had a date.

“I’m gonna need to see some I.D.” Steve’s voice drops deeper after he clears his throat, if his tamagotchi didn’t beep right after, signaling it’s need to be fed it would’ve been more intimidating. Your own digital pet buried at the bottom of your bag probably doing the same, already reborn fresh this morning from forgetting it at home while at work the night before.

“Umm, you see, I left my wallet at home,” the kid starts to stammer, the metal of his braces showing when he gives the bouncer a nervous grin.

Almost forgetting he had an audience, Steve’s eyes meet yours, softening before that million dollar smile takes over his handsome face.

“You’re free to go in. You know where to come when you wanna talk about all those things you liked hearing about me.”

Your stomach flutters despite the roll of your eyes at his words and you're reminded crossing the threshold that you’re here to meet another man, already scolding yourself for not taking Eddie’s warning seriously.

“I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you, Steve?” You linger in the door frame, looking at him from over your shoulder, and it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“You already know the answer to that, gorgeous.” His toothpick switches sides again before finally going back to doing his job, tugging the kid closer.

“I.D. or no entry dick head.”

Despite there being no line outside, the bar was pretty full. The low buzz of conversation before the drinks really start to hit filling the crowded space. Mariah finishes her last high note when your eyes connect with Eddie’s before meeting Devin’s. He’s dressed like Danny Tanner and it makes you cringe. Pushing up his wire frame glasses, he waves so eagerly the Salmon’s that cover his dress shirt look like they're swimming in the background rapids with the movements of his arm. He’s completely oblivious to Eddie mocking him behind his back, mouthing ‘DORK’ with a shit eating grin before finally attending to the girl with smeared makeup that had been desperately trying to get his attention from the other end of the bar.

You take a deep breath, readjusting the strap of your bag before you push your chin up making your way over. Determined to have a good time, you put on your best face, returning his wave with forced enthusiasm while Steve’s smile etches itself into your memory permanently.

Paula Abdul’s Vibeology starts pumping through the speakers around you, the sticky floor vibrating with the bass under your sandals as you sway your hips to the beat. He stands up when you approach his spot at the bar and you notice his button up is tucked into mustard colored corduroy slacks, and it makes you miss the tight fitting denim of the man outside even more. Shaking your head to try and get rid of all the thoughts swirling in your head about the guy you weren’t on a date with, you desperately try to match Devin’s excited energy when he opens his arms for a hug.

“I was starting to get worried you were standing me up.” He laughs nervously as you tuck yourself into his chest. Your eyes peek over his shoulder meeting Eddie’s again as he slides your favorite drink over (tequila and pineapple), and god you wish you hadn’t.

Wiggling his eyebrows, you flip him the bird behind Devin’s back watching the bartender pretend to catch it and put it in his pocket making your eyes hit the back of your skull.

“No, sorry, I just lost track of the time.” Not a total lie you leave out the fact that you forgot about him completely just a few minutes ago. Pulling away, you avoid his eyes, too scared they’ll give you away.

“All is forgiven, pretty lady.” He bows slightly, and you have to ignore the way Eddie snorts as he walks past with hands full of Miller Lite.

“You’re so sweet,” cringing at how fake your voice comes out but Devin doesn’t seem to notice as you both take your seats, knees barely touching between the space of the stools.

“Thanks for agreeing to drinks tonight, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. Just didn’t know, w-with office etiquette a-and all,” stuttering, his nerves get the best of him. He tries to hide it behind a sip of his beer.

“No, I’m, I’m glad you did,”you lie, your eyes flicking to the door one more time before grabbing your drink. An awkward silence settles between the two of you as you press your lips to the rim to slurp at the top to prevent any spill over.

God, you already want this to be over.

The conversation does get easier after your first drink, the flirting a little less forced as your hand finds its way to squeeze his thigh when you laugh at something he says that’s only half funny. Choking on the foam from his beer from your sudden touch, he wipes his mouth bashful from his outburst. Eddie murmurs a “go easy on him tiger” when he gets you a refill, earning him your bratty tongue.

“So you transferred here last year from Portland, right Devin? What’s it like over there?” Resting your chin on your knuckles, you look up at him from under your lashes enjoying the way it makes his breath catch.

“It was- It was a lot different from here…”

Finally on your A game, you try not to pay attention when the front door opens behind your date. It’s to no avail when you catch his figure in your peripheral and you can’t fight it anymore. All the progress you’ve made going out the window when Steve makes his first reappearance since your arrival.

Toothpick replaced with what looked like Big Red chewing gum, his hazel eyes scan the crowd before landing on you. The smirk that you’d been trying to forget tugs at the corners of his lips, and any luck that Devin might have had with you tonight disappears like that.

The bouncer looks pointedly at the man beside you, sizing him up, smile stretching wider when he assesses his threat. Leaning against the wall, he crosses his arms across his chest so the sleeves of his shirt look like they are being pushed to their limits as the muscles in his biceps flex. Hips pushed out in a way that’s daring you to look below his waist, he throws you a wink with a snap of his gum.

“...So yeah, that’s the long and short , it,” Devin finishes with a proud smile and you just nod, not catching a single word he said.

Steve’s stare is relentless, and your body responds to it without you having to even meet his gaze. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, jaw clenching with every hard chew of his gum. Pushing himself off the wall, he starts a slow walk towards you. Big heavy steps bring him closer, every thud of his boots making your thighs clench, as you try desperately to stay concentrated.

Your date’s in the middle of another story that sounds like white noise, your lack of attention making him a babbling mess. He doesn’t notice the way Steve stops next to him first, giving him a once over from up close to make sure he wasn’t missing something from afar before coming up to you with the kind of smile that’s dripping with trouble.

“....So the logistics of it are kinda crazy when you think-“

“Just checking on my pretty new friend over here,” Steve cuts Devin off, not interested in anything but you. His large hand finds the small of your back, his palm almost big enough to cover the exposed skin between your skirt and top. It sends a shiver up your spine that the pad of his thumb soothes when it rubs circles over your sprouting goosebumps. “Having a good night, baby?”

The pet name falls so smoothly off his tongue that it takes Devin a minute to realize that it even left Steve’s mouth, a scowl souring his face when he sees the way your eyes glaze over looking up at the bouncer.

“Yeah, I’m having a real nice time Steve.” Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, he notices the subtle way you lean into his touch. Your body needy for more.

“You better be.” He winks, letting the blunt ends of his nails scratch along your back before adding salt to Devin’s wound, “And you know where to find me if that changes.”

There’s a knowing smirk that plays on the edges of his mouth, biting his lip he finally tears his eyes away from you to give a head nod to the date you’d forgotten about for the second time tonight. Steve tosses him a wink too, a gesture that makes Devin’s jaw clench. Steve opens his mouth to say something that was sure to piss him off more, but he’s cut off by the sound of Eddie’s rings slamming hard on the bar behind you.

“Dude! What the fuck are you doing inside? Do you know how many people have walked in without getting checked? It's PEAK hours!” The bartender's eyes are frantic, fingers running through his curls as he yells at his friend. “Quit flirting and go do your job. Also, is that a fucking kid man?”

Eddie points to the boy that the bouncer stopped earlier who was snooping around abandoned tables in search for leftovers he was definitely not of legal age for, Steve’s cheeks tint the color of your lipgloss when he looks at you with sheepish eyes. The confidence he was dripping with disappears into embarrassment while doing his best to ignore the smug look on your date’s face.

“Calm down man, it was three minutes! I’ll get rid of the fuckin’ kid. Again.” He rubs the back of his neck as he walks away, stalking towards the boy who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Hey asshole! You must’ve grown eight years in twenty minutes for me to be seeing you here!”

The boy raises his hands up in surrender slowly backing away, giving Steve an opportunity to turn around to toss you one last smile and wiggle his fingers at Devin before focusing on the high schooler who is already halfway out the door. The kid's walk turns into a run when Steve cracks his knuckles for show, following him out with long strides, disappearing back outside and out of sight.

You’re left with awkward silence between you and your date as Eddie stomps away muttering under his breath. Devin clears his throat, twirling his beer, the glass against the wood making a sound that starts to grate on your nerves. He’s daring you to look at him. The huff he exhales afterwards begs you to look. Your mind races with ideas of how to get out of this and when you dare to finally take a peek, he’s looking forward, emptying the last of his bottle.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cigarette!” You blurt out, grabbing your bag and leaving no time for a response. Your sandals clack as you power walk to the door. To Steve.

The summer night is sticky on your face when you step out of the bar, the sound of a girl’s sniffled “You’re right Steve” directing your stare to the bouncer you were looking for. Sitting on the very stool you knocked him off of, his big boots sit on the lowest footrest with his knees spread wide. Inviting. His eyes connect with yours, widening a bit when you smirk at him while getting yourself comfortable on the brick wall on the opposite side of the door. Digging your cigarettes out of your purse, you notice the girl next to him has mascara running down her cheeks that she only makes worse when she wipes them with the back of her hand.

“You know Maryanne, it sounds like this isn’t the first time he’s done this to you. I think it’s time to kick him to the curb. You deserve better.” He speaks to her like they’ve been friends their whole lives and you have no idea how he’s learned so much about her in the few minutes he’s been outside. Crossing his arms as he leans back enough for the legs of the stool to pull up, he catches himself with his shoulders against the wall behind him.

“He sounds like a chump if you ask me,”you chime in, lighting your cigarette. Steve’s smile shines under the pink luminescent sign above him when he hears your voice. The wooden legs of his stool smacking loud against the cement when he pushes off the wall.

She’s startled by your sudden appearance, not noticing when you came out - too lost in her own world. She gives you a weak smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes before she nods, tugging at her high pony and somehow making it higher. The sequined scrunchy in her hair catches the street light as she tries hyping herself up to return to whoever was making her cry inside.

“He is a chump, but most men are.” She sighs, her shoulders relaxing a little more as she calms down.

“You’ve got this honey, tell him to fuck off and go home with Lisa if that’s what he wants so bad,” Steve champions, patting her on the back, a new layer to Maryanne’s story being revealed. His eyes flick back to you as you take a drag, the mossy green going dark when he watches your cheeks hollow.

“Thanks for listening Steve, I’m gonna go back in now.” She wipes her nose one more time, before giving you a polite head nod.

“Have Eddie make you something sweet, and tell him it’s on me.” The bouncer winks, giving her the boost of confidence she needs before opening the door you just came out of. Monifah’s Touch It adds to the tension between Steve and you when it leaks out of the bar as she disappears inside. The bass thumps against the brick, leaving the song just muffled enough to be background noise when it closes behind her.

The air is heavier, thicker with something you both know is there. Playing hard to get, you don’t meet his gaze, despite feeling it over every curve and dip of your body. Inhaling another hit of nicotine, you lift your head up to exhale the smoke into the dark sky, extending your neck for him to see before you finally give in and chance a glance in his direction.

He looks far too handsome, smiling wide when you meet his eyes, all his perfectly white teeth baring themselves at you in a way that makes your legs shake.

“Missed me already baby?” His feet hit the sidewalk, his man spread somehow bigger this way as he scoots closer to the edge of the stool.

“You’re not very good at your job, are you?” You grin, successfully dodging the answer he already knows as your head hits the side of the building. Tilting your chin in his direction with your lip tucked between your teeth, you catch his narrowed glare.

“Nice try sweetheart, I used to watch Road House, religiously. I learned from the best. I’m just distracted,” the buttery smoothness of his voice returns, the last of his sentence coming out in a purr.

“Distracted?” You quirk a brow, not giving into him just yet.

“Yes, very much so and I regret to inform you that it’s all your fault too.” He sticks his bottom lip out at you in a pout, earning the giggle he’d been trying to get again since he first heard it, even if it's accompanied by your pretty eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“I’m on a date, Steve.” Even though you know it’s a weak comeback at this point, you still give it and he doesn’t miss a beat.

“Where? I don’t see him.”

Your cheeks heat up at his observation so you take another drag of your half smoked cigarette to try and hide the way he’s affecting you.

“I’m supposed to be quittin’, but you’re makin’ it look too good, pretty girl. Let me have a puff?” His question is an invitation, making the first move to call your bluff, to get you closer.

“Is that why you seem to have a cinnamon addiction?” you tease, not surprised when you kick off the wall accepting it with a smirk and an exaggerated sway of your hips.

He licks his lips while his eyes roam the length of your body unashamed, one large hand raking through his hair when you stop close enough to smell the topic of discussion on his breath.

“Could be addicted to worse,” he murmurs, not sure where to look having you between his legs like this.

“It’s a Newport, S‘that okay, Steve?” you ask him from underneath flirting lashes. His breath hitching before a sly smirk spreads across his pink lips.

“More than okay baby.” He leans closer, fingers wrapping around the plush curve of your hip to anchor you in place.

Tipping up on your toes, your hand comes down on his thigh making the muscle flex against your palm, your touch sending shocks through the rough denim while the other holds the gloss stained end up to his mouth.

Steve holds your stare when his lips wrap around where yours just were. His nails dig half crescent moons into your exposed skin as his cheeks hollow out. You can feel your heartbeat between your legs, your brows meeting in the middle when he tugs you even closer before tilting his head up. The thick expanse of his neck on full display as he blows out his drag, adam's apple bobbing in the light making the moles dance across his skin.

“The strawberry really sets it off.” He grins as his hand dares to slide down the top curve of your ass, making it his new home when you make no moves to get away from him.

“Thanks, it’s my favorite gloss.” You shrug, pretending to unphased by his teasing, but the mess in your panties would give you away if he could see.

“Maybe I could get a better taste,” his words are bold, but his free hand is bolder. Soft fingertips play with the top hem of your skirt, daring to dip under the fabric every once and awhile and he swears he hears you whimper.

“You want more?” Your voice comes out small, dripping in honey just for him. You know what he really wants, but he’s not gonna get it yet.

“God, if you’ll let me honey.” There’s a light squeeze on the dough of your ass, and it makes you flutter around nothing.

You lean in slowly, your hand moving further up his thigh watching the way his chest starts to rise and fall from it. Stretching the cotton of his shirt with every breath. The fingers that had been exploring the top of your skirt start a path up to the bottom of your top. A low hum coming from under his breath when the sweetness of your body lotion hits his nose.

His eyes shut when your faces get close enough that he feels like he can taste the strawberry that he wants so bad. He doesn’t notice when you pull back at the last second to replace your kiss with another puff until your cigarette shoves past his puckered lips.

When he opens them, he’s met with your giggles, a sound he wants on a loop. He pretends to glare, still taking the hit you were offering him, exhaling it through his nose like an angry bull. He opens his mouth to chastise you but the beeping of his digital pet interrupts his intimidating moment again.

“Gotta get that?” Your lips twitch while you try to contain your laugh, flicking the cigarette onto the street.

“Listen, my best friend got it for me. I thought it was incredibly stupid, and I definitely told her it was too.” The hand on your waist leaves to dig his Tamagotchi out of his front pocket. “But now I’m attached to the little guy.”

The key chain sized toy lights up in his hand, as he starts to feed it with a press of a button.

“Mine died yesterday,” you admit and the laugh you’d been fighting off echoes loudly when he looks up at you horrified.

“What? Do you have it with you now?”he questions as the small happy tune plays signaling that his pet is fully satisfied.

“She’s somewhere in my bag, don’t worry she was reborn this morning,” your words don’t reassure him considering they seem to need food every thirty minutes and you haven’t pulled it out once since he’s met you.

“Sounds like you want her to die again to me.” Steve’s very real concern about your Tamagotchi has you smirking.

“They die so easily, you’re telling me yours hasn’t died?”

Your jaw drops when he shakes his head ‘no’, a smugness taking over his handsome features.

“Steve, that’s like really hard to do.” You don’t know whether you should be impressed or roast him but when his hand grips at your ass one more time you decide it’s the first.

“Better give her to me for the night baby, I’ll keep her nice and healthy for my favorite girl.” Stuffing his back into his pocket, he holds his palm open for you in a vow to keep your digital pet alive and an excuse to see you later.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you obey his wishes. Digging to the bottom of your bag till you find your purple one. The screen already going off, and the muffled beeping that signaled the need for it to be fed finally becomes loud enough to hear.

“See! I told you. On the cusp of death already.”

You drop it in his hand, right as an older trucker comes barreling out of the bar reminding you where you’re at and that Devin is still waiting inside. Again.

“Fuck, I should go back in.” You sigh as your fingers play with the seam on the leg of his jeans.

“Go back in and tell that guy to get lost,” the bouncer almost whines, his grip on your hip tightening before he lets you go.

“Steve,” you huff but the smile on your face gives him hope.

“Just saying sweetheart, could be fun.” He shrugs, putting on an air of nonchalance while your Tamagotchi dangles from his thumb.

You both know who you really want to go home with tonight.

The bubble you and Steve are in pops as soon as you get back inside The sound of the distant cars on the freeway and Steve’s voice is replaced with Return of the Mack and the crowd that was at a simmer when you first got here is now at a full boil.

You have to get rid of Devin.

He’s right where you left him, hunched over and twirling his beer bottle on top of the bar. You notice the three empty shot glasses before you see Eddie dropping off another one while giving you the kind of eyes that say ‘Come take care of your date’ as he walks away. Taking a deep breath, you make your way towards him going over all the ways you can let him down easy while your nerves drown out the little bit of guilt you had for ditching him.

“Heeeey,” your voice is high pitched, awkwardness dripping from its tone when you finally return to your stool next to him.

Crickets.

You freeze - he’s ignoring you. How can you get rid of him if he’s ignoring you? Your eyes shift around the bar nervously, offering an awkward tight lipped smile when anyone meets your stare. You search for Eddie again, hoping to silently ask for help but his back is to you, clearly putting the moves on a girl at the other end.

“Devin.”

You hope that saying his name will elicit the desired response but that dwindles quickly when he chugs the rest of his beer, continuing his charade and keeping his gaze forward before slamming the empty bottle down.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he grumbles, irritation laced in every word before he pushes off the stool still not meeting your eyes.

You wait till he’s out of earshot before you let out a groan, your long disappearance clearly pissed him off. Propping yourself up by your elbows on the sticky bar, you close your eyes, rubbing your temples while you try to think of the right way to go about this. Eddie’s knowing chuckle is the last thing you want to hear but that’s just how the night is going now.

“You pretty little scoundrel!” He slaps the spot in front of you forcing your eyes open, his smile only widening when you glare at him.

“He’s so pissed and now thanks to you,” gesturing towards the empty shot glasses Eddie gets rid of with quick hands, you avoid the real reason, “He’s gonna be trashed!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa sweetheart. I’m not the one who can’t keep their hands off Stevie boy. And on a date too? Tsk tsk tsk.” He crosses his arms with a shake of his head, “Now you broke poor Derek’s -“

“Devin.”

“Whatever - fish guy’s heart. Aren’t you in a little predicament hmm?” Eddie hums the last part, but you can see the excited glint in his eyes. He loves watching your escapades.

“Listen,” you can’t help the giggle that bubbles past your strawberry lips under his knowing gaze, “When you told me he was hot Eddie, you didn’t tell me he was that hot.”

Smirking, you enjoy watching the way his face contorts knowing that was a damn lie.

“Are you kidding?” He throws his hands in the air, giving you the reaction you were baiting him for, “It was the first thing I told you.”

You laugh loudly at his exasperation with your antics, almost forgetting about Devin entirely for the third time tonight.

“Have fun figuring out this little love triangle you’ve created, I need to get to the rest of the paying customers so I can get back to that hottie at the end of the bar.” He points to the girl he was talking to earlier who’s sipping a drink she looks surprised to even like.

“I bet you aren’t charging her for anything are you?” You narrow your eyes playfully, cackling when he rolls his waving you off as he walks away.

Sliding off the stool, you tug up your tube top, ready to give it to Devin straight, more than eager to get back outside again.

“I knew the guys in the office said you were easy, but I didn’t think you’d be spreading your legs for anything that walked on our date.” Devin’s voice comes as a surprise, but the tight grip on your arm pulling you to him is an even bigger one.

Searing rage fills every part of your body at the fact that he put his hands on you, palms flat on his chest, you use all your strength to shove him away. Shock paints his features, not expecting you to fight back so aggressively. All the drinks he’s had make him stumble back, losing his footing almost falling into the couple next to him.

“Well I’m sure as shit not spreading them for you!” you spit, looking him up and down with disgust before putting a finger in his face, “And your shirt? It’s fucking ugly.”

You give him one last once over before shaking your head and walking away. Heading back towards the entrance, you notice Steve inside again. A hard glare is set on his face, nostrils flaring as he zeros in on Devin behind you who’s still trying to regain his balance.

God, it’s the hottest he’s looked all night.

Steve’s hazel eyes meet yours and they instantly soften when you can’t help but smile as he opens the door for you.

“Thanks Stevie,” using Eddie’s nickname, you run your hands across his chest when you walk by, just to add salt to Devin’s wound.

The flush that paints his cheeks tells you how much he likes it.

“When I told you to ditch your date, I didn’t mean to fist fight him, honey,” he teases, following you outside, letting the chipped red door shut behind you and muffling the sounds of the bar again.

“He got mad about my little disappearance before I could let him down easy.” Turning around, you bite your bottom lip to try to hide your growing smile.

“Poor guy.” Steve grins before taking the two steps to close the gap, to crowd your space. Cinnamon fanning across your face, “Never stood a chance.”

It’s harder for you to breathe when he looks at you like he wants to kiss you, but before you can respond, the door flies open.A drunk Devin stumbling out with a glare breaking you two apart.

“Of course, of FUCKING course. Not even two seconds later? You really are a slut, huh?” Devin seethes, stumbling out onto the sidewalk.

“I’m really going to need you to watch your mouth champ. No need to call girls names. You’re a big boy.” Steve’s tone is condescending as he squares up, making sure you’re behind him.

“You think you’re so fucking cool,” Devin scoffs before hiccuping, “Careful with this one, she’s probably sucked your buddy’s dick inside too.”

“Yeah, that’s enough, asshole. Go home, before I have to beat some respect into that ugly skull of yours.” Steve cracks his knuckles again, but it doesn’t have the same effect as before, Devin only raising his eyebrows at the bouncer.

“Respect? That’s funny. The whore behind you hasn’t heard of it.”

Steve loses his cool and like a flash he’s on him. Pulling his fist back Steve moves just a little too slow and Devin clocks him right in the jaw. The sound of bone against bone echoes loudly into the night. Stumbling back, Steve cradles where an ugly bruise will start forming in the morning, rubbing it out. He cracks his neck before barreling towards Devin, taking him down to the ground like a football player.

In a flurry of fists and cuss words, Devin somehow gets Steve pinned. The alcohol and anger flowing through his system turns him into The Hulk. Your screams for them to stop fall on deaf ears while they continue to roll around on the ground. Panic sets in when you realize neither man is going to stop. Doing the only thing you know how to do in these situations, you get Eddie.

Frantic, you open the door, ignoring the fact that Third Eye Blind is playing at the exact worst time, you scream Eddie’s name loud enough to silence the bar.

“Eddie! It’s bad. Steve needs you!”

He looks up from a clearly flirtatious conversation with the girl from before, both of their eyes landing on you as you get your friends attention. He grumbles, grabbing her hands saying something to her that makes her nod bashfully before jumping over the bar top. Jogging out the front, he towers easily over the two men, neither one of you bothering to check the red heads I.D. that walks in after you.

“The first fucking night man!” Eddie yells at Steve, grabbing Devin by the back of his shirt pulling him off the bouncer with ease, but not before Steve gets one more cheap shot in.

He wrestles against Eddie’s grip for a second before finally giving up with a hiccup, hocking a loogie in Steve’s direction.

“You done?” The bartender's face is unamused, as he waits for Devin to nod. “I never wanna see you or your shitty ass style at my bar again. Beat it bozo before I give you a matching black eye to go with the one Steve gave you.”

Two against one is too much for Devin to take on, so he raises his hands up in surrender when Eddie lets him go. Rolling his tongue against his cheek he shoots you one last glare before turning on his heel. Flipping everyone off as he starts down the sidewalk. Steve returns the gesture, spitting at his retreating form.

“You good?” Eddie asks, extending his hand for his friend to take.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just hate that guy.” Steve mumbles, looking everywhere but at you while he straightens his shirt and dusts off his jeans with bloody knuckles.

“Your hand dude, I can’t have you bleeding all over people I.D’s. and I know Rick doesn’t have a first aid kit. At least I’ve never seen one.” Eddie rubs the back of his neck, stress coming in the form of knitted brows.

“I’ve got one,” you mumble, finally finding your voice and the bartender claps, wiping his hands clean of the situation.

“There, go play nurse with lover boy and get out of my hair tonight. I’m like this close,” he pinches two fingers together to show “to scoring and you both have been fucking it up every chance you can get. I swear to god.”

Eddie waves you off as he makes his way back in, and you can feel the shift in energy between you and the bouncer you’ve been wanting all night.

Steve’s quiet the whole walk up the stairs to your apartment, fuming with anger and embarrassment, the confidence from before gone while the bruise on his jaw deepens and he cradles his bleeding knuckles.

“This is me,” you break the silence cringing, your voice amplified in the walls of the narrow hallway while you dig out your key.

“Thanks for this, angel,” his words come out in just above a whisper but at least it’s something.

The endearment has a smile creeping across your face and you finally dare to turn around to get a look at him after you hear the click of your lock. You press your back against your open door, it’s your turn to extend an invitation.

“Anytime Stevie.”

His face softens the minute he lays his eyes on you again, jealous of the way you bite your bottom lip sweetly, he wishes it was him.

You let Steve into your world one heavy boot at a time, locking the door behind you. Watching the way his dimmed eyes brighten, curiosity winning over any leftover irritation. The ghost of a smirk twitches at the corners of his lips while he walks the small space of your studio taking everything in. The neon sign outside your window is the only light that illuminates it, shadows dancing off trinkets on shelves and pictures on walls, he was getting a glimpse of you.

He stops in the middle of your room, right at the edge of your bed. The dark denim and leather that cover him are a stark contrast against your baby blue rug, but you think he looks like he belongs here. You watch the way he takes in your hastily made bed, licking his lips when he sees a pair of panties that didn’t quite make it in the laundry basket in the corner. The radio you’d forgotten to turn off plays a commercial, filling the space between you, and you aren’t prepared for when he puts his full attention back on you again after not having it for the past twenty minutes. Your body responds immediately to the playful glint in his eye.

“Cute place, for a cute girl.” He grins, running his good hand through his hair before he walks over to the window to take a look at your view.

“I bet you say that to all of em’,” you tease because it’s easier to do with his back to you. Making your way to the bathroom, nerves burst like butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re the only one baby.”

His response is quick as he turns around, the flirting you’d grown accustomed to coming back like a raging storm. He watches your hips while you walk the short distance with a heavy stare that covers every part of you. Leaning against the door frame with your curves on full display, something shifts behind his eyes. Flipping the lightswitch, white beams break apart the pink, highlighting even more of you for him to drink in.

“Come on handsome, let’s get you patched up.”

His cheeks flush at the new nickname and it's his turn to bite his lip in a shy smile for you.

It doesn’t take more than a few steps for his long legs, the wood creaking under his weight. Pressing your back to the frame, he stops in front of you with one foot over the threshold and the other still in your room. He takes up so much space. His biceps flex when he reaches for your hip, tugging you even closer, you can smell the menthol still lingering on his breath. On instinct your palm hits his chest, muscles dancing under heated skin as you tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. Squeezing at your softness before he speaks, he lets his middle finger dip under the top of your skirt.

“I really meant it when I said thank you back there. Just need you to know that.” His finger dares to dip lower, rubbing circles that make your back arch, hips pushing forward on a search for his. The curve of your stomach touches the cool metal of his belt buckle and the heat of his body sets fire between your thighs.

“I know you did,” your voice is sweet for him, the tone you know he likes while your hand moves down the dip between his pecs, “Thank you for sticking up for me.”

You can feel the coarse hair that starts at the top of his belly button where your hand stops, and you swear you feel him twitch in his pants. A second one of his fingers finds its way under your skirt and another subtle tug gets you even closer. So close that all you’d have to do is stand on your tiptoes for your lips to touch.

“Anything for you, pretty girl,” he breathes, spice and tobacco taking over. His adam’s apple bobs when he catches the way you start staring at his lips, the gloss on your own shimmering in the new light.

“Anything?” Quirking your brow with a smirk, your innuendo makes him moan and his hold on you tighten.

“Absolutely.” Ducking his head lower so his nose brushes against the bridge of yours, he dares you to make the first move.

“In that case…” Pressing your toes down to push yourself up, the playful glint in your eye goes unnoticed by him.

Your lips are a ghost, his top one barely brushing against your bottom, it's enough for him to taste the strawberry he wanted more of outside but not enough to satisfy. His eyes flutter closed waiting to feel their full plushness but your words bring him back to reality.

“Sit on the toilet for me.”

The specks of emerald shine again when his eyes snap open to see you flat on your feet with a grin. Groaning loudly with fake irritation, he lets go of you in exasperated defeat, letting his head fall back and hit the wood of the frame.

“What? We came up here for my first aid kit, didn't we?” You giggle after you say it, you don’t mean it.

“Sure, sure, yeah, yeah.” Nodding, he runs a hand through his hair while he looks around your bathroom.

It smells like your coconut body wash and it drives him crazy. He takes an unexpected step forward, his hand finding its way back to your hip to push you against the wall. One heavy boot between your wedged sandals, getting just close enough to kiss you. Is he going to?

It's your eyes that flutter closed this time, your fingers wrapping themselves around his belt loops again. He’s tentative with his injured hand when he uses it to cradle your jaw. His palm is soft as it covers half your neck, his thumb pushing up against your chin to tilt your face up to his. He runs the tip of his nose along your cheek and you feel your knees start to get weak, a whimper begging to fall from your parted lips.

“If that’s the only thing we’re here to do then we should get to it then, huh?”

Just as quick as he invades your space, he leaves it. The porcelain of your toilet seat cover clunks loudly when he drops himself on it. Spread out like on the stool outside, he takes over the room, leaving you to catch your breath with a smug grin.

It’s a staring contest with narrowed eyes after that, but the twitch of your lips tells him you aren’t actually mad. He snorts when you clear your throat to regain your composure, purposely ignoring the obvious when you bend over to open the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the bright red zip up bag.

“We need to wash your knuckles first, then I’ll put some ointment on them and wrap it up for you. We’ll keep it that way for the night and we can check on it in the morning.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them and he catches the slip up instantly.

“Oh? You need to keep me overnight for observations?”

You bite your lip to try and hide your smile, grabbing a washcloth running it under hot water instead of looking at him.

“You know what I meant, I’ll come check on it tomorrow when you get to work.” You don’t even believe your lie, and the toothy smile you catch from the corner of your eye tells you he doesn’t either.

“But nurse, I don’t know. I think I should stay, I got hit in the face too. Concussions you know? I really shouldn’t be alone tonight.” He lays it on thick, eating up the way he sees you loving it spreading across your face when you ring out the soapy rag.

You don’t try to hide it when you finally face him, or when you settle between his legs for the second time tonight. The new position has him eye level with your chest, easier access to his lips. You hold your palm out for him, your hand disappearing completely when he drapes his wounded one over it.

“Concussion, huh? Are you feeling light headed Steve?” You play along giving your best impression of a medical professional.

He hisses when you press the damp cloth to his knuckles, sucking in air between his teeth when you start to clean. The soothing circles the pad of your thumb rubs on the side of his hand is almost enough to distract him from it.

“Yeah, but that started before I got hit.”

You finally dare to meet his gaze, a flattered smile spreading wide across your face that you try to play down with a roll of your eyes.

“Hmmm,” you hum to yourself, deciding not to give in just yet as you switch from the rag to the ointment, getting the bandaging and medical tape out.

“I mean, you’re the professional honey. You tell me.” You feel his good hand tug at the bottom of your skirt while you smear the neosporin on his knuckles with a q-tip, his long fingers flexing at the cooling effect.

“It started before you got hit?” You question with a fake pensive expression, gently taking his palm in your hand to start the wrapping process.

“Yeah, you see, this girl hit me with a door earlier. Knocked me clean off my stool.” He makes the motion of him falling with a swipe of his hand, “ and I haven’t been the same since if I’m being completely honest.”

It takes everything inside you to not give him the satisfaction of a laugh, the way you met coming back to the forefront of your mind.

“Some would argue putting your stool in front of the door like that is kinda stupid, but that's just my professional opinion.” Your shrug earns a loud laugh from him and you relish in it, promising yourself you’ll get him to do it again.

“All done.” You let go of his hand and he already misses you holding it, but the proud look on your face is a good distraction while you admire your handy work.

He holds it up, and you still can’t get over just how big they are. Curling his fingers in before extending them, he only winces slightly from the pain. The pressure of the bandage already helping. He jumps slightly when the backs of your fingers smooth over the fresh bruise forming on his jaw, the stubble tickling your skin. His eyes watch yours as they rake over the damage, the softness of your touch almost enough to make his eyelids heavy when you stroke the sore spot again.

“What do you think, huh?” His question comes out quiet, the playful edge gone while both his hands find the back of your legs. Rough fingertips run up your calves, catching the bottom of your skirt as they go, “Are you gonna keep me baby?”

A shiver runs up your spine when he hits the back of your thighs and you feel yourself getting pulled closer. He drags his nose up the bare skin of your sternum while his hands grab doughy handfuls just below the curve of your ass. The sound of your moan when his fingers get high enough to just barely graze the soaked material between your weakening legs sends him into overdrive. Growling, he nips at the tops of one of your breasts.

“Come on, tell me, what’s it gonna be?” Despite trying to sound confident, there’s a desperation in the way he asks. He knows you want it but he needs you to say it.

It’s when his fingers slip under the lace trim of your panties that you finally give in with a gentle grab of his chin. His eyes are black when they meet yours, the ends of his nails digging into soft skin.

“Yeah, I’m gonna keep you.” You give into an urge you’ve had since you laid eyes on him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you spread yourself open for his hands to wander.

He doesn’t hold back anymore and you’re reminded of just how tall he actually is when he stands up. His actions are quick and with purpose, the strength you knew was behind those muscles showing itself when he lifts you onto the edge of the sink with your skirt rucked up to your hips. He man handles you in a way no one ever has and you feel it light a fire in your gut. Impatient for his next move, you grab the collar of his shirt while his hands spread wide over the tops of your thighs, your lips finally getting to do what they’ve wanted all night.

It’s soft at first, both of you moving slow as you figure out what the other likes, careful not to hurt his jaw. One of his hands finds its way back to your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing the length of the bone while his tongue begs you to open up. He traces the top of your lip, shuddering at the taste of the strawberry and it makes him wonder if your skin tastes like the coconut he smells.

You give him the access he wants, your tongues meeting in the middle, making the fire that had been begging to consume you pour out from your fingertips that bury themselves into the roots at the nape of his neck. You need more. The hard length that has been fighting against the denim of his jeans presses hard into where you want his attention, your legs wrap around him - silently begging him to do it again.

One arm snakes around your lower back, holding you flush against his chest, the grind of his hips giving you the friction that makes you keen. A moan and a breathless “fuck” is what breaks your lips apart when his zipper catches your swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure. He uses his new found freedom to kiss down the length of your jaw, humming against your heated skin when you tilt your head to give him better access to all the sensitive places he can’t wait to discover. He sucks the soft spot behind your ear when you meet the next roll of his hips, your slides falling loudly off your feet to the tile floor.

“Steve,” his name comes out in a high pitch whine when he starts sucking a bruise in a place you know you’ll have to try and cover up for the next few days. He was marking you, and you could care less. You hold him there, encouraging more as his teeth graze your pulse point, a “baby” slipping past his lips when he finally pulls away.

He meets your eyes with flushed cheeks and messy hair and the kind of hunger that makes you melt.

“Let me take you to bed, let me take care of you,” he’s panting, his hold on you tightening so you can feel just how bad he needs this. A smirk spreads across his swollen lips when your hips shift in search for more, giving him the answer he needs along with the nod of your head.

Just as easy as he lifted you on the sink, he carries you to the bed, big hands cradling thick thighs before he lays you on your back. Your giggle fills the space in between heavy pants before TLC’s Creep starts playing over the speakers of the radio. His hands find their way to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and you watch an expanse of new freckles and moles get revealed to you. You want to kiss them all. They dot the spots next to the dark hair over his belly button while the thick thatch of chest hair you’d only gotten a glimpse of glistens with beads of sweat in the glow of the Foxy Lounge light.

His jeans hang low enough for you to get a glimpse of the veins protruding from the V shape that leads to the part of him that’s sure to make you forget your own name. His grin is cocky when he recognizes the expression on your face. Grabbing your ankle, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. The bottom of your foot resting on the soft hair of his chest while long fingers hold you in place. He keeps his eyes trained on yours while he starts to trail wet kisses down the inside of your leg. The stubble covering his jaw scratching along his path in the best way. He stops when he gets to the soft skin of your knee, nipping playfully, he smirks at the squeal it earns him before he drops your leg in favor of curling his fingers under the top of your skirt.

You lift your hips for him without him having to ask, and the flash of his teeth is almost enough to blind you. He’s slick with his movements, taking your panties too. You hear his breath catch in his throat when he sees the effects all his teasing has on you. His fingers grip at your thighs before pulling your sticky skin apart with a lick of his lips.

“Look at you baby, all this for me?” The last part of his question comes out in a groan when he swipes the pad of his thumb against your bundle of nerves, kicking up in his jeans when your legs shake in response. “So sensitive too. Let me make her feel good, yeah?”

He swipes his thumb against your clit again making your eyes shut tight and your hips buck.

“I need to hear you say it.” He keeps rubbing circles, applying just enough pressure for you to forget how to speak, “Come on, be a good girl for me.”

His other hand pulls down your tube top, breasts spilling out in the blush light for his eyes to devour. He groans at the sight, his other hand coming up to cup the soft flesh feeling the way your nipples pebble against the warmth of his palm.

“Steeeeve, please.”

You’re whining for him and it makes his brows pinch together, feeling drunk off you.

“God angel, you’re fuckin’ beautiful you know that?” He emphasizes his question with his hands, giving your sides a squeeze while his eyes roam every dip and curve of your body. “Turn around for me? I wanna see all of you.”

The look on his face makes you decide that you’ll never deny him anything he asks, giving him a nod, you run your hands up his arms, nails dragging across the light hair before you push yourself up to get on all fours.

You feel completely exposed to him like this, all the secret places of your body on full display. He’s quiet for a minute and it’s almost enough for your nerves to get the best of you until you feel his palm find the apple of your ass. Fingers digging into doughy flesh, a groan loud enough to drown out the music erupts deep from his chest.

“Baby, baby, babyyy,” he emphasizes the last endearment with another handful before pulling your cheeks apart to get a better look at your dripping cunt, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

Your hips wiggle at his words, your walls fluttering around nothing while the cool air from the overhead fan hits your heat, sending goosebumps dancing across your supple flesh. A dark chuckle leaves him when he sees how much power his words have over you. His knees hit the side of the mattress, one hand hooking around your hip while the other runs down the dip of your spine giving you a light push when he hits your shoulder blades until you're bent over for him.

“She likes when I talk to her, huh?” his voice is low, mesmerized when you start dripping on the bed for him and he’s barely touched you, “She likes when I call her pretty doesn’t she?”

The moan that leaves your mouth is pathetic and he wishes he could record it.

“Playing hard to get all night, but look at you.” His good hand comes down hard enough on your ass for the fat to jiggle and you to fist handfuls of your comforter because of it, “Making such a filthy mess and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”

His grip is rough when he tugs your hips, the outline of his dick pressing into you, the denim scratching against your clit in a way that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Tell me how much you want my mouth baby, tell me how much you want me to make you cum.” He grinds against you again, only this time making sure to apply the kind of pressure that makes your back arch.

“Fuck - Steve, please I want it. I’ve wanted it all night. I’ve wanted it all night,” you're babbling as he circles his hips, fingers kneading your soft skin.

Satisfied with your answer he mumbles a “so good for me” as he pulls away he gives you another light slap to your ass - signaling for you to scoot up, your mattress dipping behind you when he gets on his knees.

Big hands spread you apart, your forehead hits the comforter when you feel the heat of his breath against your slick folds. Your walls flutter, begging for his attention when his tongue runs a long stripe up your slit. He hums at the taste before he does it again, this time making sure to circle your clit before lapping up everything you were drenching him with like he was thirsty for it.

“Oh my god,” you huff into your blankets, toes curling when he starts an assault against your bundle of nerves, the pointed tip of his nose pressing deeper into your entrance as he gets lost in the sounds he’s pulling from you.

His fingers stretch across the tiger stripes on your butt cheeks, pulling you even further apart to give him better access. The coil inside you already threatening to snap when he sucks hard on your clit. He lets it go with a loud pop, smirking to himself at the way he has your body shaking from overstimulation already.

“Taste so fuckin’ good. Strawberries, just like your lips.” He groans, inhaling your scent like a man starved, his good hand coming down on your cheek again only this time a little harder pulling out another broken moan from you.

“Can I taste all of you pretty girl?”

There’s zero hesitation when you say ‘yes’, in fact it’s a little desperate. He could have whatever he wanted from you now. Not even sure what he means, your brain’s too fuzzy with lust to comprehend anything until you feel the tip of his tongue circle a place you’d never let anyone else go before.

“Holy shit - Steve.” The new sensation sends another wave arousal to your dripping core, a needy whine following it when he does it again.

“This okay?” He kisses the curve underneath the apple of your cheek, the softness of his voice comforting you while he checks in.

“God, it’s, it’s -“ He gives you another kitten lick and it makes your eyes roll in the back of your head, “It’s more than okay - Jesus Christ.”

Too lost in the feeling of him testing the tightness of you with his tongue, you aren’t expecting his thick finger to start circling the entrance he’d been neglecting, the one you need him to fill the most. Your silk walls welcome the intrusion with ease, the stretch only stinging a little when he pushes to the last knuckle while his tongue starts getting a little more bold. Your back arches when he groans against you, curling his finger to hit the spot only you’d ever been able to find with ease. He adds a second digit when you start bucking against his face, the new addition almost makes you run away. He tsks at you from buried between your butt cheeks, one large hand locking you in place when he starts feeling you get close.

“Give it to me,” he demands, coming up for air. Fingertips relentless against the spot that has you squelching loudly.

His mouth returns to the sensitive part of you, tongue circling your tightness in a way that has you finally snapping. Your walls constrict, wrapping around his fingers while your vision goes white. Your body freezes, the orgasm overwhelming your muscles with a violent shake, his name falling from your lips like it’s the only word you know. You feel him grin against you, the movements of his fingers only slowing down but never stopping, milking every last drop you give him.

“So good, so pretty when you cum baby,” he mumbles praises, his lips kissing anywhere they can reach while your body comes down from its first high.

You feel his weight leave the mattress, hear the metal of his belt buckle clinking followed by the low thump of his jeans hitting the floor. You find enough strength to look over your shoulder and it’s enough to make you whimper. Steve’s big. Dark hair at the base, it’s thick and curved, the pretty pink tip leaking just for you. The long vein that runs up the side pulses when he gives it a couple of tugs before his knees hit the mattress again.

His hands spread over your hips pulling you closer before he starts trailing kisses up your back, the silver of his chain making you shiver as it runs up your spine till his lips stop right at your ear.

“You ready for me?”

Your eyes meet his and they’re pitch black, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you know yours looks the same when you give him a nod but you know that’s not going to be enough for him.

“Come on, you know what I need,” his tone is mocking as he grabs his cock at the base, swiping his head through your folds, smirking at the way you try to suck him in, your body greedy for him.

“Please, please, please, please.”

All your self respect goes out the window when he pushes the tip in and you can’t stop repeating yourself. The stretch is already bigger than his two fingers and he wasn’t even half way in yet and for a brief moment you wonder if he’ll even fit.

“Fuck - baby.”

He moans as he pushes further, sheathing himself half way and he feels the way it makes your legs shake. His hand sneaks around your waist to find your clit, slippery fingers rubbing circles to get you to open up more as he rolls his hips one more time bottoming out. He groans so loud you’re sure anyone who might be smoking outside of the bar can hear him.

“Holy shiiiit, I’ve never had pussy like this.” He stills, adjusting to how tight you feel, and it’s his turn to babble as you constrict around him making him twitch - dangerously close to cumming already.

“You feel so good Stevie,” you whine as you push back against him, taking his length even deeper, feeling every curve and ridge of him against your walls.

He pulls out half way before slamming back in and it makes him curse under his breath before he does it again, only harder.

“God, fuck- this is all mine now, yeah?” he mutters, an angry edge to his words when he thinks about Devin getting to do this.

“Mmhmm,” your answer is automatic, no thoughts behind your eyes while his cock fills you in the way you fantasize about when you touch yourself.

“That’s right baby, it’s mine. You’re mine.”

His thrusts get aggressive as he gets closer to his release, your slick making it easy for him to slide almost completely out before pushing back in. The rough hair covering his pelvis rubbing your clit at the same time his tip reaches the same spot his fingers pulled your first orgasm from.

“Shit, Steve, right there.” Your jaw goes slack, eyes closing tight when he hits it again, your words spurring him on while he tries to re-grip his hold on your sweat-kissed skin.

“Yeah? you want more?” He makes sure to put all his attention where you want, slowing his hips just enough to hit it even harder. “I’ll give you more.”

Steve tilts his head to the side watching how you wrap around him, and the way he barely has to push back in, your greedy walls doing almost all the work when he finds the perfect pace that has you twisting the sheets.

He huffs out a cocky laugh and it makes you tighten in response, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.”Yeah, I know baby. I know. You gonna cum again for me?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to get out with a nod but it’s not enough for him, he needs you loud enough for Devin to hear from across town.

The sound of skin slapping against skin drowns out the music, keeping his stamina up despite the twitch of his cock, he bends over, somehow getting deeper, the cool metal of his chain dragging across your back while one hand snakes under your waist. His fingers are unrelenting when they find their way to your puffy clit again, applying just enough pressure to get your legs to shake for him.

“I’m gonna ask again, are you gonna cum for me?” He keeps his voice even, but he knows he’s not gonna last much longer, especially not when your cheek hits the mattress and you meet his eyes looking like that.

“Yeah, god, yeah Steveee! Please, please, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for but it makes Steve’s resolve break.

The moan he lets out is loud enough to echo off your wall, warmth flooding your insides as he cums hard enough to collapse against your back. It’s enough to send you over the edge for the second time. Your walls fluttering enough to make his nails dig crescent moons into your hips with a low “fuck” escaping him as you milk him for more with the sweetest chant of his name he’s ever heard.

“That’s it baby.” He coos lips placing sloppy kisses along the your shoulder blades when you collapse against the mattress, your bodies tangled in a way you don’t have the energy to leave quite yet.

The radio cuts out leaving just the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath, you can faintly hear ‘Pony’ playing from the bar below but the sound of a car driving past quickly snuffs it out. You feel his nose nudge against your ear, a slow lazy smile creeping across your face when his lips brush your temple.

“I don’t think you have a concussion, but you better stay the night just in case.”

His laugh vibrates against your back, a toothy grin pressed to your skin.

“It’s always better to be safe than sorry,” he agrees. The response you somehow managed to conjure up gets lost on your tongue when both your long forgotten Tamagotchi’s go off in his abandoned pants in a matching tune you’d never heard before.

“Our babies need daddy, honey,” he groans, slowly lifting himself up on his elbows.

You roll your eyes with a snort as he trails kisses down your back only wincing slightly when he pulls himself out. Folding your arms under your head, you still can’t bring yourself to move, but the view of him naked and still semi hard while he holds the two digital pets in his hand with a confused expression isn’t one you really can turn away from.

“What?” Your curiosity is piqued when his eyes grow big.

“No fuckin’ way,” he mumbles more to himself than you, “I didn’t even know they could do this.”

“What??” The irritation is clear in your voice, the feeling of being left out turning you into a brat.

“Umm, I think they had babies… yep. Marty definitely got her pregnant.” The smile on his face gives away just how excited he actually is and you hate to admit that it’s contagious.

“Well we’re gonna have to figure out a child support plan I’m afraid. Daisy’s a free woman Steve.” The serious delivery makes him do a double take before he narrows his eyes.

“Child support? No, we're raising these kids together. So I’m gonna need you to care a little bit about keeping her alive. It's not just you here honey.” He tosses you the toy before jumping back on the bed pulling your body into his chest with ease, “I’m afraid you’re never getting rid of me.”

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#my writing #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #eddie munson

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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stubble

pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female Reader word count: 1532 warnings: established relationship, smut, daddy dom joon, dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal fingering, explicit language, sex in the studio AO3 A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

It was no secret to all of army that long black hair on Namjoon looked really, really hot. And after he shared that video on his instagram story… well, let's just say you had fun seeing army's reaction to it.

Unlucky for them however, since you were the only one able to enjoy such a treat, up close and personal.

But as much as you had to control yourself unless you wanted to be compared to a lioness pouncing on a zebra, there was a part of you that was a little apprehensive about letting your boyfriend go down on you again.

Mostly because your friends had filled your head with thoughts, such as: 'stubble is like sandpaper on your crotch', 'it's uncomfortable and scratchy', 'if you shave everything down there, then you're gonna be hyper sensitive', 'stubble leaves your thighs raw'.

So, with those phrases circling in your mind it didn't come as a shock that whenever you and your boyfriend were in a heavy make-out session you'd stop him before things went too far, something that has happened multiple times at this point.

The worst part wasn't even that you were blue-balling both yourself and him, it was the look he would get in his eyes when you denied him.

Namjoon would look like a sad golden retriever, giving his best puppy eyes while trying to hide that he wasn't as hurt as he actually was.

You just couldn't take this anymore.

So this morning, you decided to call your older sister for help, given that her husband had a beard himself, she would be the better person for the job.

And also, at that point, you had given up on searching google for answers because every website you went into was just a repeat of what your friends had said.

You called your sister and explained the situation, being met with silence once you were finished for a couple of seconds before your sister started barking at you.

"Are you fucking kidding me? This is why you called? Stop reading shit online and talk to him, this is a preference type of thing. If you like it you like it, if you don't you don't, there's nothing more to it," with that she hanged up in your face, although rude your sister did have a point, this was something you needed to talk to your boyfriend about instead of just wallowing in what-ifs.

You waited until it was lunchtime to go to Namjoon's studio, knocking on the door and sending a message for good measure.

Your boyfriend opened the door a couple of seconds later, greeting you with a dimple smile and a peck on the lips.

"Hey baby," he stepped aside to let you in before closing the door behind you. His smile faltering slightly at your aloofness. "Everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, it's just that, I need to talk to you," you started playing with your fingers, clearly nervous. But in all fairness, how does one tell their partner that you're scared that their stubble might hurt you even though it's because of said stubble that they're ten times more attractive in your eyes?

Namjoon took hold of your hand and walked towards the couch, taking a seat and pulling you to him, making you sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles in order to calm you down.

Both of you stood in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, your head on his shoulder with his leaning against yours, pecking it every once in a while.

With a sigh, you decided to finally speak. "You're probably wondering why I always want to stop before we have sex,"

"It has crossed my mind," he lifted his head and stared at you. "Was it something I did?"

"No!" you lifted your head so fast, that one could almost assume that you could've gotten whiplash. God, what have you done? You had made this wonderful man feel bad about himself, all because you let your friends' words get to you. "No, it wasn't anything you did. Well, kinda, it's more because of your stubble."

"My… stubble?" Namjoon asked, clearly confused by your words, one of his hands leaving your hips and grazing it through the hairs on his chin and lower cheeks. "Is there a problem with it?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean- ugh," you groaned at the frustration of not being able to explain yourself clearly, the snort your boyfriend let out not helping in the slightest. "I just that- I told my friends about it and they told me that stubble is sandpaper, and then I went online and there were so many people saying the same."

Of course, your explanation only led to more questions. "Sandpaper? Wh-what are you talking about?"

You whined in frustration. "It's just that, stubble is like sandpaper, like it can scratch the crotch and the inside of the thighs because it's super prickly."

"Ah," he nodded understandingly, scratching his facial hair. "You could've told me earlier and I would've shaved."

"I talked to my sister and she said it's a preference thing, don't knock it until you try it," you lower your head on his shoulder again, hiding your face. "I also don't want you to, it looks good on you. Hot, even."

Your boyfriend snorted again, followed by quiet chuckling. "Oh really?"

You hummed in agreement and then, before you could even blink, Namjoon gripped your waist and made you lay down on the couch, adjusting himself so that he was fully on top of you.

"Wh-what are y-you doing?" it was a redundant question, the look in his eyes was saying everything you needed to know.

"You've put me through hell the last couple of days babygirl," he gripped your chin and smashed your lips together. You gasp at the force of his actions, allowing him to insert his tongue inside of your mouth and dominating yours easily. The dance of tongues didn't last very long, however, for he pulled away from you, unbuttoning your shorts and pulling both it and your panties out, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor before putting both of your legs on his shoulders. "It's time for you to make up to daddy, don't you think?"

"Yes daddy," after everything you've put him through you decided that you'd be his obedient good girl, for now at least.

Namjoon arched a brow at you, a little doubtful of your words but he shrugged them off.

He gripped your ass cheeks as he pulled your dripping cunt closer to his lips, spreading kisses on the inside of your thighs, letting you have a taste of what was to come. "You ready?"

At your nod your boyfriend licked a fat stripe of your slit before burying his face in your pussy, making you arch your back.

He was relentless.

Lips wrapped around your clit, alternating between sucking and flicking, the stubble prickling you increasing the sensation and making you reach your high that much faster.

With a moan against your cunt Namjoon separated from you, replacing his lips by slipping two fingers inside you, scissoring them at a fast pace.

Unconsciously, you started moving your hips in tune with his hand, as you clenched around his fingers and you let out moans and cries, all for daddy.

"Do you like this baby?" he said, curling his fingers with precision against your sweet spot.

"Uh-huh," the inside of your thighs were going to be raw, but fuck if you cared about any of that right now.

"Do you want to cum princess?" he said inserting a third finger into you and enveloping his lips around your clit once again, sucking on it as if his life depended on it.

"Yes," you moaned out, feeling so close you could taste it. "D-Daddy please."

No more words were necessary, at your whine Namjoon's movements increased in speed, so much so that it wasn't long before the knot broke and you released all over your boyfriend, drenching the lower half of his face, all the way to the top of his shirt, in your wetness.

Carefully, he removed his fingers from you, making sure to lap up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste before removing himself from you to grab your clothes.

He crouched down so he could be face-to-face with you, running his fingers through your hair as you regained your breath. "How was it?"

"Good. Really, really good," he gave you a dimple smile at your words. "We're gonna have to do this again."

Namjoon tried not to laugh but his shaking shoulders betrayed him. "You know I'm gonna shave any day now,"

"I know," you moved one of your hands to graze his facial hair. "I'll miss it every day."

Your boyfriend snorted. "It'll grow back eventually," his face moved closer to yours and he pecked your nose. "Until then," his lips captured yours in a slow kiss, meant to take your breath away. "Why don't you go home and wait for me so we can continue this later?"

#bts #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon fluff #namjoon fanfic

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randomingoftherandomness · 6 months

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Your top 10 c-actors and top 10 c-actresses?

Oooo hm. I'll be honest with you and say that I don't actually watch as much Chinese dramas as people might think haha... It takes a very special premise to pull me in and even then, I usually don't end up liking 70% of whatever is on and abandoning it by the 3rd episode.

That said, I'm going to limit my picks to the top 5 off the top my head in each category. These are actors and actresses who, by virtue of their names being attached to a project, will get me interested in making it to episode 5 and of whom I have watched more than 2 projects that they've been a part of.

Actors

Leo Wu

Our family's Fei Liu 🥰 I know, I know. Didi is the furthest thing from Fei Liu these days, but in my mind, he'll forever be Fei Liu and there's a huge part of me that will always adore him for that. Throughout the years, his projects have been a hit or a miss with me. Either I'll like them or I won't. Which is what I like. I don't want to like everything my faves are part of.

Joseph Zeng

(Look at that happy baby hahaha)

I can't remember which project I first saw him in, or how he even pinged on my radar. But before I knew it, I'd watched three of his dramas and I was about to watch more.

Qin Hao

THIS. DUDE. He's such a powerhouse of an actor and I AM--

He chooses some of the most intense projects and I'm so, so here for them. There's this magnetic quality to the way he acts and every time I get to see him onscreen, I'm absolutely mesmerised. I also have to be honest and say that I haven't had a change to work through his body of work, but I think it's just a matter of time (and mental space) before I do.

Liu Yuning

I believe some moots on this hellsite have had front row seats to my thirsting of this tall, thin, sassy da ge and I won't apologise for any of it. 100//10 would climb him in a heartbeat.

I fell for his voice first before I even knew his face (花开早天知晓天莫笑天亦老~~!!!) and then I saw his face and BAM. Goner. Goodbye ovaries. You might be thinking, oh Gab you're just horny on main for him, to which I will say, yes, yes I am. Isn't that reason enough for me to have gone watch the variety show he was on WITHOUT SUBS. My banana ass went through a lot for this man ok? That's love.

Zhang Linghe

HIM. Saw him in Maiden Holmes. Watched how he acts with his eyes. Okay. Sold. Over the last couple of years, the one drama I really wanted to see him in was the TGCF live action adaptation, which as we all will know, won't be seeing the light of day any time soon. He was actually on my fancast list for Hua Cheng and I was pretty gratified when they announced that he was taking on the role.

He's been doing well for himself and I've liked him the dramas that have caught my eye, and I look forward to what he will bring to the table next. Even if he had been, unfairly in my opinion, saddled with this perception that his dramas have a difficult time getting to air.

Actress

Zhao Liying

Zhao Liying is someone with a face that is so sweet that you'd go into her projects thinking that she's going to portray one type of character then getting body slammed into a spiral of a drama length like The Story of Minglan.

Zhao Lusi

This woman is on track to being the best actress of her generation. Period. You can't fight me on this because you know I'm right.

She's an absolute powerhouse and there's this sense about her that she isn't afraid to get ugly, go roll in the mud and get dirty just to portray a character. I love that about her. There's just this sense of joy to watch her act because she's not just embodying the character, she IS the character. I wouldn't be surprised if her international audience reach is really big because it's what a Queen like her deserves.

Tian Xiwei

Now, she is someone that I never thought I would be into. But I think the dimples should have been a good indication that I was gonna get suckered into her projects and for that, I'm glad. I've only seen bits and bobs of three of her projects, but if the way that I am actually intrigued by the projects she takes on is any clue, I think I'll be sufficiently entertained.

Liu Mintao

Every time I see her, I wanna just be on my knees and call her Mother.

She is absolutely fantastic in every role she takes on. The gentle but steely Consort Jing in Nirvana in Fire? The nurturing and protective Ming Jing in The Disguiser? Check and Check. Love her. I low key think she's a chameleon. Her body of work speaks to the quality of her acting.

Esther Yu

(listen. LISTEN. I HAD TO INCLUDE ONE OF THE HOTTEST KISS SCENES IN CDRAMALAND THAT ISN'T A DEAD FISH LIPS SITUATION OK)

The first time she ever pinged on my radar, it was because of her antics with Lisa from Blackpink during her Produce days. Found her cute and endearing, but that was it. And then came Love Between Fairy and Devil. Without knowing, I fell in love with her charms. She is another actress I think isn't afraid to own being neck deep in the nitty and gritty and not looking perfect. I'm very interested to see what sort of projects she takes on, and judging by her Yun Weishan in My Journey to You, I think there'll be much to anticipate.

#leo wu #wu lei #qin hao #joseph zeng #zeng shunxi #liu yuning #Zhang linghe #zhao liying #zhao lusi #rosie zhao #liu mintao #esther yu #yu shuxin #gab rambles #if you connected the dots that most of the actors on this list are dmbj alums congrats #have a cookie :>

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billthedrake · 1 year

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DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH (PART TWO)

"Moooose!" It was TJ Miller's teammate and good buddy Trey jogging up beside him as the team made their way in from football practice. TJ was an offensive lineman and Trey was a kicker, so they often spent practice doing different drills.

"T-Man," TJ said with a gruff smile. "What's up? Your golden foot gonna win the game for us this weekend?"

"We'll see," Trey grinned. "Listen, what you doing for your birthday?" It was TJ's 18th.

"My dad's taking me out tonight. Steak dinner, the whole works," the 6'5" jock answered. TJ had hit another growth spurt the last year, and while he wasn't overweight, he was genetically stocky in build, the teen muscle looking even fuller and bigger. If he didn't hate school so much, he'd be college scholarship material for sure.

"Nice," his friend answered. "Maybe we can get a few of the guys together this weekend and do something. Kevin's parents have that place up at the lake, and he's always going on about us going up there."

"That'd be cool," TJ said. He always felt self-conscious around Kevin Reynolds, the team quarterback and golden boy. Kevin's family was loaded. He wasn't exactly an asshole about it, but the quarterback was always was bragging about some gift or vacation or something.

TJ's dad was strictly blue collar, though Mark Miller had worked hard and now was the owner of a successful welding business on the outskirts of their small town. It had been a rocky upbringing for TJ, since his mom had gotten into drugs and left them by the time TJ was 5. She was living a state over now and was doing better, mostly out of rehab, and TJ saw her once a year at the holidays. But it was mostly just him and Pop... and the rotating cast of girlfriends who'd show up around the house.

TJ had to laugh at how predictable his dad's type was... blond (real or fake), big tits, ten years or so younger than him, kind of a cross between sorority girl, metal-band groupie, and biker chick. Somewhat whorish, to be crude. Mark Miller wasn't magazine handsome by any means, but he had blue eyes and youthful dimples and a sexual magnetism that seemed to win women over. At least the women he went for. But they never stuck around long... one or two months, maybe, or if he was real into them, eight or nine. Then it was another woman showing up at the house.

TJ knew the town looked down on his dad for his bachelor ways. He also knew his Dad didn't give a fuck. That's one reason he looked up to his old man, for all of the ways Pop annoyed him sometimes. And deep down, the jock suspected his dad wasn't going to commit to a relationship while TJ was still around. For as unconventional a father as Mark Miller was, he was a good dad and thought the world of his son.

****

The steak dinner was great, but even more so TJ was starved from a tough practice, and his Dad ribbed him for scarfing his food.

"Sorry, Pop," the now 18 year old said deferentially.

Mark flashed those dimples on his otherwise tan, weathered face. "Just teasing ya, Thomas," he said. Mark always called him by his full first name, not TJ, not Moose. "Eat up. That's why I brought you here."

TJ craved times like this. When Pop was in a good mood. When there wasn't one of the man's girlfriends around. As they finished up, Mark seemed to be smirking as he watched TJ.

"What?" the football jock laughed.

Mark smiled. "You're all fucking grown up. That's what."

"I guess," TJ replied.

Mark leaned in. "So... it's been a while for our father-son chats... you still a virgin, son?"

TJ blushed. "Dad! What the fuck?"

Mark didn't relent. "What? It's just us, man to man, Thomas. You're 18 and about to graduate. I wanna make sure my boy is enjoying life a little."

TJ knew why his Dad hounded him. Mark Miller was the kind of dude who lost his virginity at 15 and fucked his way through half the cheerleading squad, and loved to brag about it. To Mark it seemed only natural TJ would be the same way.

"I, dunno, Pop... I guess I'm not good around girls." TJ hated lying to his father, but it wasn't a total lie. For all of his success playing football, at heart TJ was an awkward kid and his recent growth had made him a bull-in-the-china shop socially.

Mark nudged his son's cheek playfully with his fist then lean back with a proud smile. The man definitely had something up his sleeve. "That doesn't matter where we're going tonight."

TJ didn't understand. "Whaddya mean?"

"I figured I'd get you a special birthday present... there's a hooker I've used who's a real pro... I mean like anything you wanna try," Mark explained. "Good looking too, not a skank."

"Dad, I dunno..." TJ meekly objected.

"Come on, boy, it'll be a blast. Trust me on this."

Mark was a persuasive man, but more than that TJ was scared of disappointing him. Maybe if he thought of Coach Adams the whole time...

TJ tried to pass it off as first time jitters on the ride across town. He wondered how often his Dad went to prostitutes. He had a feeling it was more than a rare occasion. They got out of the truck and walked up to a nondescript ranch house.

"Hey Mark," a woman answered. Mark had been right. She was pretty... older than TJ expected, but petite and kind of a mom next door.

Mark clapped his hand on TJ's meaty shoulder. "This is my boy Thomas."

"Well hello Thomas, I'm Susie," the hooker smiled in a honeyed voice, not missing a beat.

"I want you to take real good care of him.... anything he's in the mood for..." Mark pulled out a stuffed envelope from his inner coat pocket. "I made the kitty real sweet for ya tonight."

"Well thanks, Sugar," she smiled to TJ's dad. Then turning to the young jock, she took his hand. "Don't be nervous, honey... we'll have a real good time." She practically pulled TJ inside, as his father gave him a pat on the back and sauntered back to wait in his truck.

Susie led TJ back to a bedroom. Nice and clean, not what he expected. Maybe he only had TV prostitutes to go by, but this seemed... normal.

But Susie was slipping off her nightgown and showing off a pair of big round tits. The woman had implants, but they were good ones. She had on some lacy panties but otherwise stood before TJ completely naked.

It was the first time TJ had seen a women nude in the flesh, and as he pulled off his jeans, dutifully determined to go with it, he wished to god the sight turned him on.

"So Thomas... are you the romantic type?"

"Romantic?" TJ asked. This was a hooker.

"I mean," she tried to explain. "Some men, well they want some affection they're not getting elsewhere, or want to pretend I'm a girl they've been pining for. That sort of thing." Seeing TJ's reaction, she smiled. "Maybe you're more a get your rocks off kind of man," she added. "I respect that."

"Yeah," TJ said, dumbly. It was now or never. The jock shucked his boxer briefs and his big soft dong flopped out.

Susie sized him up. "You're definitely your Daddy's boy," she grinned. Stepping up she reached down and cupped TJ's sizable genitals. "Let's see if we can warm these engines up."

TJ gulped. He tried. God knows he tried. He thought of Coach Adams doing what Susie was doing. He thought of the last gay porn video he'd jacked off to. He shut his eyes and thought of how he'd dreamed his first time with a man to go.

"You OK, Honey?" Susie asked, concerned. "I can do something else."

"No," TJ muttered. He reached down and pulled up his briefs and reached for his jeans. "I can't... sorry Susie...."

Already the tears were coming, breaking his voice. Then sobs. The fact this prostitute was seeing him break down somehow made it worse. He couldn't bear to look at her as he rushed out of the house and toward Pop's truck.

"Hey kiddo," Mark enthused, "that was fast..." His words were interrupted when he realized TJ was crying. A face-red, ugly cry. "It's OK," he patted his son's leg. He got out of the car and walked up to the door, where Susie was appearing.

TJ watched as they had a quick conversation. Susie was explaining what had gone on to his father. At least as much as she knew.

The jock feared the worst when his dad opened the truck door and got back in. His crying had stopped, and fear and shame now replaced the distress of the moment.

"You really aren't into women, are you, son?" Mark said, the realization sinking in.

"No, Pop. I'm so fucking sorry..."

Mark gave a stern but loving nod. "Don't say you're sorry, Thomas. Where you get your dick wet is between you and your maker... and hell, it's not even his goddamn business."

It was the best thing a father could have told him. "I should have told you, Pop. I wish I'd had the guts to... save you all that money."

"Don't worry about the money," Mark said. He started the truck. "I guess I can be an intimating SOB, huh?" he said.

"A little," TJ admitted.

Mark laughed, and that TJ felt himself laugh.

As they got back to the house, Mark got that idea up his sleeve grin again. "Time for another man to man talk," he said as he sat on the sofa. TJ took the seat across from him.

"How long you known?"

"Like forever, Pop," TJ admitted. "Since my first fantasies, you know."

Mark nodded. "You on the level about being a virgin? Or was that a cover?"

TJ spoke up. "Oh on the level. I've never... I don't even know how I'd find a guy in this town."

"Not one of your teammates or anything?"

"No sir." TJ wasn't quite sure why Pop was giving him the third degree, especially after what he said earlier.

"Well my offer still stands."

"What offer?" TJ didn't follow.

"A hooker. Or escort, whatever you call it when it's a dude."

"Jesus, Pop... you already forked out enough money tonight."

"Susie didn't charge me, son," he replied. "I gave her a little something for her time and trouble. But this..." he reached in his coat pocket and pulled out that envelope, still stuffed, and tossed it on the coffee table. "should be enough to get you a good time. Whaddya say?"

It was a little messed up, but TJ knew it was his father's way of giving him an important experience. And TJ wasn't gonna lie to himself, he was way eager to have sex for the first time.

With a shy grin, the jock admitted, "If you're offering, I'm not gonna say no, Pop."

Mark's expression got a big wide smile. "You're a Miller all right." He seemed to be thinking it over. "In a couple weeks... we'll go up to Chicago. Make a weekend of it. Catch a Blackhawks game. And you can help me pick out the right dude to hire." He got a sheepish expression. "I'm afraid your old man doesn't know much about the gay stuff."

***

That's how it went down. Pop even closed up shop a couple hours early and was ready to go once TJ got home from school. The first night in the city they caught the hockey game, and Saturday morning they did a little sightseeing.

By early afternoon, TJ's dad seemed in a down, quiet mood.

"Pop... we don't gotta," the jock said. "I don't gotta..."

"It's not that," Mark answered, forcing a smiled. "I guess I'm just realizing you'll probably want to leave Centerville after you graduate."

TJ knew instantly what was on his dad's mind. Other than raising a fine son, Mark Miller was proud of nothing more than his business. He'd built it from the ground up, with hard work. And once he had an idea TJ wasn't college bound, he taught his boy welding and everything he knew about running the business. It was understood TJ would stay on and take it over eventually. The gay thing was throwing a wrench in that plan.

"I'm not going anywhere, Pop. Not anytime soon," he added.

Mark gave an affectionate smile and pulled his big boy close to him for a second as they walked.

They made their way back to the hotel and Mark checked his watch. "It's about time," he said. "I'll give you your privacy, Thomas. But you know where the money is. And call if there's any trouble."

"Thanks, Pop, you're the best," TJ said. He was surprisingly not hesitant about this. Eagerness and teen hormones had taken over. He'd been chubbing off and on all morning in anticipation.

He didn't have to wait long when he got to the room. TJ stripped down, then put on a pair of football short just to be decent. He counted and double counted the cash in the envelope. It was certainly more than what Susie charged. This was the big city, and Pop had sprung for a high-class escort.

TJ didn't know how high class until a knock came at the door and he went to open it. "Steve" was crazy hot. Dressed in form-fitting gym-workout clothes, the prostitute stood 5'11" and solidly built with gym-honed muscled. TJ guess the man was in his late 30s. Handsome in a non-flashy way, Steve looked like he could have been one of those career men who TJ had seen downtown and at the hockey game last night.

"Thomas?" the escort asked with a deep masculine voice and a friendly smile on his face.

"Yeah," the jock grinned. "You can call me TJ."

"Nice to meet you TJ," the escort said, stepping into the hotel room. He was very much a professional and at ease. He set down a gym back and turned to TJ, who stood on and felt his cock stir back to firmness. "You have a nice body, TJ," he said. "You an athlete?"

"Yessir, football," TJ replied. "I used to do some wrestling but got too big." The jock felt dumb because he didn't know how much small talk to give. This guy probably didn't give a shit what sport he did, TJ reckoned.

Steve chuckled. "No need to call me sir... unless that's your thing."

TJ laughed nervously. "I don't know what my thing is, actually... this is my first time."

"First time with a professional?" Steve clarified.

TJ shook his head. God he was nervous now, but it was a different kind of nervous than with Susie. "No. First time, period. I'm a virgin."

"Wow," Steve said. "Well, I'm honored to be your first, TJ." He stepped up, like he was going to initiate a kiss. "I should double check... you're 18 right?"

TJ nodded. "I got an ID if you wanna see."

"That's fine," Steve assured him, then paused. "On second thought, I should."

TJ went over to his wallet and fished out his driver's license. Steve took a look, nodded, and handed it back.

"Um, the money is there," TJ pointed to the envelope by the bed. Steve picked it up and took a quick look inside.

"Thank you," he said. "So, TJ..." he continued as he undid his zip up outer sweatshirt and peeled off his T-shirt. "You just tell me what you want, OK? If it's vanilla, it's good. Top, bottom, sucking, whatever - I do it all. If it's more, just ask. Some things are an easy yes, some are a hard no, and some require negotiating." He stood shirtless and kicked off his shoes. "But mostly I'm here to make you happy, got it?" Then the joggers came down, leaving Steve completely nude.

"Yeah, got it," TJ hissed, so turned on. Steve was porn hot. Scratch that, he had a better body than any porn guy he'd seen. Sculpted muscle that was big without being muscle bound, waxed smooth but with thick pubes and nice leg and arm hair. A heavy long dick hung from the man's crotch. "God, anything is gonna be amazing," the jock added, eyeing Steve up from head to toe.

"You're overdressed, stud," Steve winked.

TJ nodded and pushed his shorts down. This time there was no performance problem. TJ was hard as a rock.

"Oh my fucking god, kid," Steve grunted, unable to take his eyes off TJ's cock. "You're fricking huge."

TJ knew he had a big dick. Even soft he showed bigger than his teammates in the showers. But now he had confirmation of just how much out of the ordinary he was. "Too big?" he asked nervously. God, if this fell through just because he had a big schlong, TJ was gonna be majorly upset.

Steve could barely take his eyes off that prick. "No such thing, stud... wow!"

The fact this hot as hell escort appreciated his endowment made TJ's dick surge harder, almost bouncing up from its heavy standing position.

Finally, the handsome escort looked up into TJ's horny face. "So, stud... this is all about you. Any way you want your special first time to play out," he asked with a grin.

TJ asked, "Um, do you kiss?"

Steve nodded and stepped up to the taller high school senior athlete, placing his hands on TJ's beefy body. Those hands felt incredible to TJ, almost better than the feel of Steve's breath on his face and the connection of another man's lips to his for the first time. Almost. The jock didn't know what to expect from kissing a man. Steve's kiss both matched his expectations and felt different. Real, not fantasy, especially once that tongue darted between his lips and met TJ's urging it to probe back. It did.

TJ's hards were now on this hunk's body, feeling him up and humping against him as he leaned down slightly into that heated kiss.

Steve pulled back, a smile on his face. He gently bumped fists against TJ's broad chest. The footballer wouldn't be mistaken for an older man, but the young dude was solid and muscular beneath that genetic padding. "You're a tall fella," Steve hissed. "Maybe this would be more comfortable on the bed."

"Yeah," TJ agreed. As he stepped toward one of the spare double beds and pulled the covers down, he could make out the trail of precum on Steve's upper abs and smooth sternum. He got on the bed and watched as Steve climbed on slowly, almost seductively, and ran his hands up TJ's legs.

"You feel up for a blow job?" the escort asked.

"God yeah," the jock laughed. "For starters." He looked down at this muscular man, ready to do what he asked. It was the first time that realization fully sank in for TJ. He got a sense of why his Pop loved hookers. "I wanna fuck you, too," he said boldly.

Steve's hands gripped the base of that meaty teen prick and pulled it up to an upright position. Leaning in, he growled, "Don't worry, I'll pull off when you get close. Just give me a heads up, OK?" Servicing a virgin was a first for the male prostitute, but he suspected this young john might not have the best trigger control.

TJ's eyes were wide as he watched Steve take his prick in his mouth and start sucking. Just a few exploratory sucks to wet that dong was all the older man needed before he began actively sucking the cock.

"Shit!" TJ gasped, surprised at how amazing it felt. "Suck me, man." Steve wasn't deep throating his meat, not by a long shot, but TJ didn't expect that. He didn't expect anything in particular really, it all felt great. The tongue, the slick saliva, the suction. And most of all the sight of an older man blowing him, going to town on his cock.

"Oh shit, pull off!" he warned. Too soon, the escort had him at the brink.

Steve let out a chuckle and blew on that twitching hard dick. He flicked the base of the shaft with his fingers, a kind of rough snap. "OK if I do this, stud? It'll help keep you from overheating."

TJ nodded. The sting at the base of his prick almost tickled. But it worked. He was still rock hard, but the danger of orgasm passed.

Steve repeated his sucking now, and this time TJ was able to savor it with less urgency. This guy was good. Hell, that was an understatement. TJ felt a little guilty about how much Pop was shelling out for a half hour with Steve, but the escort was worth what he charged.

Again, the stirring in TJ's balls was a warning sign. His signal to Steve was less urgent, but the sucker got the picture and pulled off. He avoided stimulating the head, but worked his fist up and down the bottom half of the prick.

"You're a stallion and a half all right.... OK if I sit on it first? After I get used to the size you can fuck me in whatever position you want."

TJ's prick twitched at those words, and he watched Steve go over and pull out some special-looking lube from his gym bag. Or maybe it's what gay guys always used for anal. Steve had the look of a man on a mission as he reached back between his buns and applied an extra amount of lube, and some more for good measure, then climbed back on the bed. He straddled TJ's midsection and reached back to slick up that meaty dong.

"This is easily ten inches," he said aloud. "Damn."

TJ never felt prouder. His dick size wasn't his doing, but somehow he felt like a real man with this guy. Particularly watching Steve's face as he sat back on the big pole. It wasn't a wince of pain, but the man definitely reacted to the stretching of his hole. It took about twenty seconds for him to work that head past his ring, then he sank down.

"God yes," Steve grunted, feeling his guts fill up with that heavy jock dong. He got caught up in his own bodily sensations, but then remembered TJ. "How's that feel, kiddo? Your first piece of ass?"

"Amazing," TJ replied, running his hands all along Steve's built outer thighs. He grunted once Steve bottomed out, sitting all the way down on his crotch. "I don't even know to describe it," the jock continued. "It's everything I dreamed about."

Steve's insides felt alive. Somehow the cock felt even thicker and longer inside him. But the initial discomfort was giving way, fast. "I'm glad, stud." He raised up and little, maybe two inches, then eased back down. And again.

"Fuck, that's nice," TJ grunted. It was like a slow handjob but with the tighter suction of Steve's slick bowels doing the massaging.

Steve's focus was now entirely on his newbie john, eyes on TJ's, locked in and trying to read the jock's face. "Want me to work out your load like this?" he asked.

TJ almost said yes. But he'd dreamed of something and worried he wouldn't have a chance to experience it. "I wanna take you from behind," he hissed. "Doggy style."

Steve grinned. "Should have guessed," he winked. He gave a couple of short shallow hip motions on that prick, as much for his own pleasure as for TJ's. Then he slid up and off, letting that heavy hard meat fall onto TJ's belly with a thud. Steve grinned and took a second to add some more lube with his fist. "I shouldn't be telling you to become an escort, but if you ever did, you'd make a killing, kiddo."

TJ laughed as he slipped out from under Steve, getting on his knees, as the older muscled man go on all fours. It was TJ's first good view of the man's ass. Round and muscled and waxed smooth. Greedily, the football player's hands gripped the hard mounds and felt them up for a second.

"You're an ass man all right," Steve chuckled, hiking his butt up for TJ's greedy hands.

TJ didn't know what he was. But he was rock hard and excited beyond belief. Like a porn star, he slapped his hard dick against those buns then slipped it down into the smooth crack.

"A little lower," Steve instructed then once that fat bludgeon of a dick head pressed against his pucker he hissed. "Yep, right there, stud." Bracing his upper body, he grunted, "I'm ready buddy... you can push it in."

TJ didn't know what was involved in fucking ass. But this guy was a professional, he figured. Once he got inside Steve's ass, he powered all the way in.

"God yes!" Steve cried, not too loud, but loud enough. "Fuck me kid."

TJ did. Hands gripping the escort's hips, he started a regular, fevered thrust. So this is what sex was about. The physical stimulation to his cock, the psychological pull of mating with another men, the sensory overload of it all. Slick fucking sounds, balls tapping Steve's taint, the heat of the older man's body beneath him, the scent of sex.

It took three minutes, and TJ wasn't going to hold back. Not now. "Unnngh!" he grunted as he entered orgasm. That cum seemed to go on, too, as TJ even got a little light headed from the intensity of it.

Meanwhile, Steve was fisting his meat and that professional ass was clenching down in regular timing as the man's own load sprayed the sheets.

TJ didn't want to pull out. But Steve was already stretching forward to ease off that still-hard dong. "Fuck, kid," he said as he rolled out from under TJ, with the help of the jock back up to let him. "I wouldn't have guessed that was your first."

TJ shot back a proud grin, placing his hands on his hips and letting his now slowly softening meat swing out, wet with lube and cum.

Steve almost laughed at the sight and the big smile on the jock's face. "How was your first time, man?"

TJ leaned in. He'd want another kiss before the man left. "Incredible," he said. "Gonna be hard to live up to this experience, I know."

Steve met the invitation to kiss. It wasn't prolonged, but it was the right mix of casual and romantic. "I'm afraid I gotta get to my trainer's session," he said. "I'll just rinse off first if that's OK."

"Yeah," TJ said. He sat on the bed and watched this perfect hunk strut to the bathroom. "I tapped that," he thought with excitement. "I actually fucked that guy."

***

TJ was watching ESPN, plopped up on the bed in some jeans and a sweatshirt when Mark Miller returned to the hotel room. He'd given a little extra time to be safe.

"So... how was it?" the father asked.

TJ looked up. "I can't even describe, Pop. So good. The guy was the best."

That made Mark happy. After the disaster with Susie, he wanted this time to be good for his son. That's when he saw the envelope. Still stuffed. "Didn't you give him the fee?" he asked, concerned something had gone wrong.

"Oh I did, Pop," TJ swore. "Or at least I tried to. Only he told me if was on the house."

"On the house?" Mark replied, sitting on the other bed. He'd never had a hooker turn down money.

TJ blushed. "You know, on account of my dick size."

Mark actually guffawed. "Well I'll be damned." He picked up the envelope, then tossed it back on the nightstand. "How bout this... you keep it, and next time you need a little escape from town, you'll have a little fun money. OK?"

"You sure, Pop?" TJ asked, sitting up.

"Sure I'm sure," the father said. He got weirdly emotional again. "Listen, Thomas, I won't try to bribe you to stay in Centerville. But if you do... listen, a man's got needs you know... well, damnit... I just want you happy Thomas."

It was a trip seeing his normally gruff father tongue tied. It broke down TJ's defenses some. "I'll make a go of it Pop. Run the business like you want. If I'm 25 and miserable, I'll figure it out then. But I'll do my best, Pop. Promise."

Mark smiled. He really had the best son in the world.

#drakestories

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last christmas / wham!

🏷️: mentions vernon (svt, hes your brother), aespa (karina is your roommate), awkward love story, KISSES ! lmk if i missed anything :)

an: i know the christmas season just ended, but i LOVE writing christmas romances. i initially wrote this during christmas, but i hesitated on posting it.

🎄| ‘i gave you my heart!’

ah yes the fated christmas season. one where it rains instead of snows, melted ice by the time it hits the afternoon, harsh sun with a icy wind hitting exposed arms and legs creating goosebumps. the fated christmas season where you were destined to be alone again.

maybe? well, you did have family and friends, albeit not a lot of friends, but you had friends.

in fact, rooming with one in an apartment wasn’t so bad.

‘i can’t believe you want to invite vernon and his girlfriend to our silly roommate christmas dinner…’ you groan, face down on the couch.

‘what? you don’t want your own brother here?’ karina chuckles, picking up a handful of chips to munch on.

‘well i mean, he’s annoying as all hell but it’s the fact he has a girlfriend, i just know he’s gonna make fun of me.’

your friend laughs, munching on the chips still.

‘come on, you’ve never been insecure about that! i’m sure you can pull, you at least have a week.’

with a huff, you then sit up practically death glaring your friend.

‘come on, i’m sure someone would love to be picked up by you.’ she smirks, a devious smile appearing on the corner of her cherry glossed lips.

‘tsh, i doubt it.’

—

that night the rain poured, you sat sideways in bed, typing away on your phone for no apparent reason.

‘i mean, i like vernon’s girlfriend don’t get me wrong…’ you thought.

surely someone could muster their way into your holiday right?

—

work. it was a job alright. how else was one going to make money for loved ones gifts?

‘wait shit, i hope she isn’t expecting a gift…i didn’t get her one-‘

your sudden thought bubble popped as a co-worker slipped behind, brushing your back creating goosebumps.

‘ah! oh, i’m sorry.’ the pink and blue haired man turns, eyes sparkling with apologies.

your eyes glistened back.

‘hey, you’re good.’ you reassure, flashing a shy dimple filled smile at the end of the sentence.

that was one of your co-workers, lee taeyong, he was always sweet and polite with customers and such, and a hard worker too, despite being a bit clumsy. to be honest, you lowkey admired him, nonetheless he was attractive as well, and he always smelled of fruitful cologne.

taeyong smiled back, albeit a bit shy. you both held eye contact for what it felt like too long, and you awkwardly turned to continue cleaning a used coffee mug in the sink.

the man let out a soft chuckle before brushing beside your shoulder with a bigger smile.

‘hey, what’re you doing for the holidays?’ he asks, tilting his head with interest. your eyes glanced to the side, a soft blush bubbling to your cheeks.

‘um well, i’m having dinner with my friend, my brother and his girlfriend, exchanging gifts and whatnot too.’

taeyong nodded, brown eyes full of interest at his co-workers yapping.

‘…not that it matters that he has a girlfriend though, but i hope she isn’t expecting a gift…or anything…’ your eyes then turn to taeyong.

‘what about you? got any plans?’

‘nope, jaehyun is out of town so, i’m just chilling on christmas.’ he then shrugs.

‘maybe…you could come over? i-if you want, no pressure, or anything.’

you then awkwardly laugh, scratching the nape of your neck.

‘really? thats sweet, sure.’

he didn’t know why, but butterflies were fluttering around in his tummy after the invite. was he nervous? a little, but it was a nice invitation after all.

——

finally, christmas came.

it was apparent vernon and yuna’s stay was not going to be pleasant, as they were already being as lovey-dovey as possible.

‘i might barf.’ you make a fake gagging noise, and karina laughs along.

‘where’s your date hm?’ she follows up, chuckling as they take a piece of fuzz off your cardigan.

‘he’s not a date, just a friend…’

‘really? cause your blush and sweaty palms say otherwise!’ karina then stands up to ruffle your hair before opening the door to let the new guest in.

it gets silent for a moment but, there taeyong was, hair dyed black now, dressed in a baggy red sweater and even baggier black jeans.

you up from the stool to greet the familiar, a happy smile and a wave would suffice.

‘ah, you look really nice!’ taeyong pulls you into a brief hug before karina speaks up to the two huggers.

‘hey well, you two are under the mistletoe!’

it’s as if a crowd formed (vernon, yuna and karina were all standing, as if waiting for this moment.)

taeyong chuckled and looked down at you, and obviously you looked back, eyes glimmering like a puppy.

‘may i?’ taeyong asks, sweetly brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

‘y-yes! i mean…yeah, of course.’

taeyong smiled and left a sweet kiss onto your temple before laughing.

as he pulled away, you pouted.

‘i thought that meant on the lips.’ you sighed, turning away.

at this, taeyong smiled, leaning down to leave the softest and swiftest kiss to your lips.

‘was that ok?’

‘way more than ok.’

#nct #lee taeyong #nct 127 #nct u #taeyong #lee taeyong x reader #lee taeyong x you #taeyong x reader #taeyong x you #nct fluff #nct x gender neutral reader #lee taeyong fluff

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Heaven knows I’ve tried.|| five Hargreeves x fem! reader

This was a request by anonymous!

warning!: Angst I’d you squint but ends with fluff swear words , alcohol

today was a big day, well at least for Lila.

It was her wedding! who knew she would get married to someone like Diego! Especially Diego. He was always either to super hero or super villain. Never know with that man

But besides that your happy for them , right now you were helping Lila with her dress and making sure everything was perfect. ‘__ what do you think about these shoes?’ Lila asked you

Knocking you out of your day dreaming state. ‘Oh . Uh yea sure that will Match.’ Saying quickly so she won’t yell your name out loud for the millionth time

‘Thinking of that shitty hargreeves?’ Lila said , you knew who she was talking about but you tried to act dumb so she didn’t carry this teasing on.

‘I don’t know who your talking about Lila, we have to get ready before we are late. You know what they will think ?- no what they will say about you if you are late to your own wedding?’

‘You know who I’m talking about __. Caring on your right I’ll hurry.” Lila then turned around and she try’s to put her shoes on.

While she was doing that you were thinking of the man she was talking about . Five Hargreeves , you have fallen head over heels for him ever sense you have met him.

you guys met at Lila’s birthday that took place 3 years ago. your her favorite cousin so why not invite you! You were at the bar and five sat right next to you. The more time that passed when you met him the more you fell for him. His hair his dimples his personality .

everything that five was or that he did just made you fall more for him. You guys gave each others numbers and talked over the phone . once a week turned to everyday that you guys talked .

you always loved loved his voice and the way he talks oh and don’t forget the humor. You lived him for who he was and you would never change him for a better man cause he is the better man.

‘__!’ Lila yelled at you you jumped at the sudden yelling but looked at her ‘what!’ ‘Instead of thinking of five how bout you zip up my dress so we can go! We are one minute late!’ You got up quickly and walked over to Lila

‘I was not think about him Lila I was think about….what I want to drink so I can forget about today’ you said while zipping up her dress ‘sure you were __ but anyways we have to go!’ then Lila rain out the door and down the stairs , damn who knew she can run in heels

‘Lila wait for me!’

Time skip to the wedding

you stood right next to Lila , yes you are the bridesmaid. you stood their watching Diego and Lila say their vowels. ‘and with that you may kiss the bride!’ The priest said. Everyone who was their cheered and you smiled but didn’t clap .

After Diego and Lila kissed they ran down the aisle to the dance floor and started to dance , everyone got up and started to walk around , after everyone was away you started to walk around the chairs and you ran into someone.

‘never knew they would get married especially in the weather’ the man behind you said , you turned around and saw it was five. You smiled in relief knowing it isn’t a random man.

‘I know right? Lila doesn’t seem to be the type that would marry a man . but you never know with Lila.’ you laughed at your own joke. ‘why don’t we go get a drink my lady?’ He said in a joking tone with his arm out ‘of course’ you said back matching his tone hooking your arm with fives as you both walk to the bar

You sat down next to five and you both just talked about anything you could as you both drank with each other, your not a big drinker so you make sure you don’t have to much , you were half way done with your first drink and then you heard the DJ say ‘we are now at the time taking karaoke for who ever wants to sing come up!’ you sigh after you heard that ‘are you gonna do it’ five ask ‘I don’t know , if I do I don’t know what song and I’m not all that good at singing.’

‘I bet your very good at singing __ you have a pretty voice . But im gonna go up their and sing , if you do end up singing I wish you the best of luck.’ after that he left. you smiled to yourself happy that he hoped that you did good.

you are now finished with your first drink and you started to hear a familiar voice start to sing. you can’t make out what song but you know who was singing. Five Hargreeves and a little bit of Diego every so often . as they were singing you hear someone sit next you .

‘Yknow you should sing .’ said the person you knew who it was , Lila . ‘Why should I Lila and what would I sing ?’ ‘You should! It’s my wedding and it can be a wedding present ’ you looked at her in disbelief

‘ugh okay if I were to sing what would I sing ?’ ‘What is that one song that you love listening to and that we listened to on the way here?’ oh no. no no no you were not about to sing THAT song in-front of all of these people that you only know there names. ‘Lila please I can’t do that song’ ‘why not !? it’s perfect for the night and it’s a beautiful song so why not?’

You sigh knowing lila wouldn’t stop until she gets her wants ‘fine lila I will do it.’ ‘YES finally .’ As she said that the boys finished their song now it was your turn , I guess lila signed you up even though you could have your self. you took her shot and drank it and got up then began to walk the the stage

‘Wow never knew you were a singer well go get ‘em tiger’ Diego said while giving you the mic and then you walked up and got ready for your song.

As the song started lila cheered saying ‘YOU CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN YOU!!’ Your sigh then started to sing

feeling kinda sick tonight.

All I’ve had is coffee and left over pie

It’s no wonder why

You paused for a couple minutes and looked around , almost everyone you knew was watching you sing , you noticed that Lila was smiling like a maniac but you looked somewhere else you find five looking at you as you sing and Klaus talking to him ? you can’t make out what his saying but you couldn’t really care

ooh, still you take up all my mind

I don’t even think that you care like I do

I should stop

Heaven knows I’ve tried.

As you sang those words you started to really get into the song and you didn’t realize that you were staring at five while you sing the next part of your song.

One day I will stop falling in love with you

Someday someone will like me like I like you

Until then I’ll drink my coffee, eat my pie

Pretend that we are more than friends

Then of course I’ll let you break my heart again.

After that part you snapped out of your state, shaking your head then telling the DJ you aren’t gonna finish the song and sped walked off stage. You can’t believe you just sand a love song with looking at someone you are head over heels in love with

you walked to a near by lake and just stared at the late. You didn’t want to cry , no that was far from it. You wanted to just disappear until everyone forgot about what happened.

you where just sitting there watching the fish swim not wanting to go back and face the embarrassment and possible rejection. You laid back with your knees up looking at the orange pink-ish sky , as you were watching the sky you heard someone walking up behind you but you didn’t bother to look back and see who it was.

you felt someone lay right next to you and watch the sky with you to . After 30 seconds of Solent’s the anonymous person said ‘I told you that you would be good at singing’ you turned your head to see him . God five is even more hotter then when you last saw him

‘yeah thanks five.’ You said while sitting up , a little after he decided to sit up with you and say ‘Look __ I have a question. But you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.’ ‘Go ahead five’ knowing what he was gonna say next but waiting for him to ask so you can answer.

‘was that song about me?’ You knew it, you thought about not telling him but , how could you not ? I mean you might have a chance so why not shot? ‘Yes it was five.’ you said looking a bit down but not enough to to make your whole head face downwards

‘Look, Ive Never really been in a relationship well I mean the only “relationship” I’ve been in was a mannequin so I’m pretty shitty when it comes to love but You make me want to learn to love __ , you and only you.’ You were gonna say something but he had to say one more thing

‘__ id love to date you. Seriously, if you let me I will love you for as long as I can.’ He said while grabbing your hand and holding it. You took a minute to process but then you came up with your answer ‘five I’d love to teach you to love and I’d love to be with you forever five.’ You smile as you hold hims hand and stare at him lovingly while you said that. ‘Oh thank god I can not handle a rejection over a wedding.’ He said while cupping your cheek and leaning in.

after you realized you closed the gap and kissed him. After all those days months and years of knowing him you finally kissed the man you love. as you both pull away you hear a shuffle in the bushes . You turn around to look and you see someone in the bushes. you then got up and walk over there and move the bushes a part to see who it was . It was Klaus . ‘Klaus what are you doing here?!’ ‘Just making sure you did what I told you cinco!’ You turn you head to five ‘five what is he talking about?!’

‘Oh sweetheart he was talking about how much he was head over heals for you and talking all about you . So I told him to go and tell him all about his feelings for you and he actually told you!’ klaus said while getting up and dusting him self off

you kinda blushed and looked away from five and kinda started to space out while Klaus and five semi argued , you were flattered that he liked you the same maybe more. you then snap out of your trance when you feel your hand get grabbed and getting pulls to the parking lot that was right across the street . You can hear Klaus yelling but you can’t hear him.

‘Five where are we going??’ ‘I’m dropping you off home. Unless you wanna come home with me ?’ Five asked stopping at his car and turning around to look at me. ‘Oh sure! I don’t wanna waste your gas so I’ll just go with you.’ You said.

‘Great Hop in.’ as he said that he went around to the drivers side and you got in them shut the door. as he started the car he went to see if you were in all the way and pulled out then started to drive to his house.

You have been to his house hut never been inside . You only picked him up at his house never even step on his front porch so you were kinda excited. Especially to see his dog, Mr. Pennycrumb. You have seen pictures of him and only seen him once. You were at the park and ran into five while he was walking his dog . His dog loved you so your excited to see him again

after 10-20 minutes you felt the car come to a stop and realized that you have arrived . You were happy because you’re were ready to sleep. you got out and saw five was already at the door so you sped you to catch up to him. as he opened the door you saw Mr. Pennycrumb . He started to jump on you and be excited you picked him up and pet him while following five to the room

‘So do you like my home?’ ‘Looks like mine but more darker.’ you said while looking around then realized you have arrived to the room and god his room was so pretty, you put Mr. Pennycrumb down and sat down on the bed looking around then taking off your heels

‘hey you wanna get out that dress? I have extra comfortable clothes that you can where.’ ‘Oh sure do you mind if I change here? I’m to tired to go all the way to the bathroom.’ You said as he gave you the clothes he was talking about ‘oh sure , you need a hand with you dress?’ ‘ oh yeah! The zipper gets me so.’ You turn around and hold your hair and wait for him to unzip it but what you didn’t expect was his hands to be cold. There were so gentle and cold that you loved it.

after he was done he turned around and you changed . You payed down as he was changing , you Goulding see him from where you were. While you were waiting for five to be finished Mr. Pennycrumb jumped in the bed and cuddled with you. You smiled and started to praise him for just being him. you then felt five lay next you . Mr. Pennycrumb showed him attention and you started to lay closer to five but don’t want him to be uncomfortable. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and stuffed his face into your neck. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his torso and got a little closer.

‘Goodnight __ , have a good sleep’

‘Goodnight five , have sweet dreams

A/n - this took me 3 days 😭 ending was a little rushed but it’s okay I guess.

#five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five x you #the umbrella academy #fem reader

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cherryriotcrash · 2 years

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Sunflower

I think your love would be too much.

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Katsuki’s frown deepened, “How long until she gets here?”

The agency PR rep checked his watch, “she should be pulling up any minute now. So, in her words, fix your face—”

The rest of his words fell on deaf ears as Katsuki stared down the red carpet. Stepping out of a limousine and onto the carpet was you, ethereal in a way he’d never seen before as you posed sweetly for photos, high-fiving Denki as you passed him. Paparazzi began to snap photos of you and your hero partner chatting and laughing before you were whisked off to stand on a large circular platform, a charismatic man with features he morphed at will while he introduced you to a camera. He could see your bright white smile gleaming in the flattering lights, hair tamed into finger waves, and your skin cast in a golden glow complementing the high collared, sleeveless yellow gown you wore. As you turned to playfully shove the man (now deliberately turning his skin a bashful pink), his eyes locked on a simple gold chain trailing from the back of your collar down, down, down along your exposed back until it stopped where the base of your spine gave way to the swell of your ass, covered in the same curve-hugging yellow fabric as before. When you turned back to face the camera, he took note of the high slit in your dress, starting just low enough to expose your plush thigh without the risk of a wardrobe malfunction. His eyes trailed further down to take in your champagne-colored heels and his feet moved before he could think, carrying himself towards you.

By the time the PR rep realized he was missing, he was nearly at your side.

Katsuki’s ears perked up as he heard the tail end of your interview, the man turning himself into the Cheshire cat as he grinned at you, “So…is there a Mr. Syncopate out there for you? Someone behind the scenes?”

Katsuki raised a brow, then remembered that while the two of you have never hidden your relationship, you’ve also never really publicized it either. He watches your lips curve upward mischievously, accentuating your dimple as you raise an eyebrow, “Well, Phase, I’m not one to kiss and tell.”

“Not even for me? Or your fans watching at home?”

You pressed a finger to your lips with a wink, and Phase giggled, “Well then, what’s your type?”

“Now would you ask a man that?”

Phase shifted to his normal skin color, cheeks flushed, “I—well, can you confirm or deny the rumors surrounding you and your long-term hero partner Chargebolt?”

Katsuki snorted before he could stop himself and the interviewer turned towards him, “Oh? What was that Dynamight?”

His cheeks flushed pink, and he scowled, “Aren’t you supposed to be interviewing new heroes?”

“Hmm, but you’ve suddenly made this much more interesting the way you always seem to do, so step on up!”

The both of you glanced at your PR manager, his face in his hands, and he gestured for Katsuki to proceed. He stepped up on the dais, taking his place next to you and giving you a playful shove with his elbow before crossing his arms with a smirk, “Alright, lay it on me.”

“So I’m assuming you’ve got the inside scoop on SyncBolt?”

Katsuki snickered, “SyncBolt? Okay then, but uh…yeah, I’d say I’ve got some pretty intimate details.”

You glared at him, and his smirk widened. Phase turned a sickening bubblegum pink, “Oh? Well do tell.”

“For starters, SyncBolt? Not a thing. Purely a professional relationship, because both Syncopate and Chargebolt understand the importance of not partnering with significant others and the complications it may bring on and off the field. Both of them are incredible, hardworking heroes who do their best to keep business and pleasure as separate as possible.”

“But surely romance blooms when people work in such a close proximity to one another.”

“It does, but we have protocols in place to manage that, including separating couples onto new patrols if necessary to mitigate distractions. I should know, I’m the reason they wrote them.”

Phase smirked, “ah yes, I remember that scandal with Maboromicamie, how is she doing these days?”

“Fine, actually. We keep in touch here and there, last I heard she was married and expecting her first child with Gale Force, so between parenthood and heroics, she’s pretty busy. I’m proud of her growth as a hero and a person and I’m sure she’d say the same of me.”

Phase scowled, skin reddening slightly in irritation as Katsuki smirked. You glanced over at your PR rep giving an enthusiastic thumbs up as he high-fived Eijiro with his free hand, and suddenly came to the realization that the question was not only bait, but that Katsuki’s response was not what Phase wanted to hear.

Phase scoffed, “I see we remember the breakup very differently.”

“Well,” Katsuki started coolly, “That would be because one of us was there and the other is holding the microphone.”

Phase’s scowl deepened, and before you could stop yourself, you quipped, “Careful, keep scowling like that and you’ll get stuck that way.”

Katsuki smiled down at you, “I mean you seem to like my scowl just fine, Sparkle.”

“Sparkle?”

Your eyes widened simultaneously at the slip of the tongue, and Phase got impossibly pinker, “Oh! Looks like the cat’s out of the bag! What was that about business and pleasure, Dynamight?” he turns to you, “And it appears he has a secret soft spot for his girl, right Sparkle?”

Katsuki opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch with a scowl that gave Katsuki’s resting face a run for his money.

“Don’t call me Sparkle."

Katsuki flinched at your tone. You took a deep breath, collecting yourself before continuing, "Our relationship was more of an open secret. We never hid it, but we enjoy our privacy, so we didn’t go out of our way to publicize it. We aren't patrol partners, never have been, and our relationship is reported to HR at Himura Hero Agency. We also conduct ourselves as heroes, not romantic partners at work. You can make of that what you will, but you will not make Katsuki out to be a hypocrite.”

“Oooh, she’s a spicy one, Dynamight! I bet she gives you a run for your money! Now, how long have you been an item?"

Katsuki smiled down at you, eyes soft, “A little over a year. We quietly had our anniversary not too long ago.”

Phase gives a mischievous smile before locking eyes with you, “Now, exactly how did this happen? I wouldn’t have bet on this horse given the…life altering nature of your first training encounter?”

Phase smirked and tapped his ear, causing you to reach up and touch the hearing aid in your own while fighting to keep a neutral face. Katsuki’s hand came to rest on your bare back, thumb drawing soothing circles against your skin. He saw the corner of your mouth dip downward for a second, then leaned down to whisper don’t let him win, he thrives on pissing us off for negative press, especially me.

You glanced over to your PR rep. He had one hand on Denki’s chest to prevent him stepping towards the two of you, the other gesturing for you to do your deep breathing and stand tall, mouthing we practiced for this. Denki's eyes flashed with rage, but he stepped back, straightening his suit before crossing his arms impatiently.

You glanced up at Katsuki, took a deep breath, and laced your fingers with his. He kissed the back of your hand reassuringly, and you turned to the camera with a soft smile, “I’m not quite certain how you managed to find that out, but we can confirm there was a training mishap, and Dynamight not only took accountability, but ensured that I had proper accommodations and access to mental health resources during the adjustment period. He also had an open door policy for situations in which my newfound hearing loss was exceptionally distressing and I needed immediate assistance.”

You saw Phase scowl again, indicating you’d given a tactful answer—the exact kind he didn’t want, and then a smirk passed across his face.

“Well, what about your current safety? I for one have some concerns about your decision to become romantically involved with the man who deafened you. After all, Dynamight is explosive in more way than one, and he already has a clear history of causing you serious injury. Whose to say history won’t repeat?”

You glance at Katsuki, “Hey, why don’t you go find seats for us with Pinky and Red Riot?”

He raises a brow but kisses your cheek and departs, knowing that the look on your face left no room for argument. He muttered something to your PR rep that made him begin to approach you, and you turned back to Phase, “What was your question again? I’m so sorry.”

Phase’s scowl widened into a menacing grin, “Your safety. It must be hard living with the man who struck you so hard you went deaf.”

“Oh yes, that. Well, surely whoever informed you of the accident a couple of years back told you everything, right?”

“Well—”

“Or did you receive third hand information from a party that wasn’t present?” Phase began to turn an interesting shade of red.

You scoffed and continued, “I see. Well, allow me to clear the record. During a training exercise shortly after my arrival in Japan, I was partnered with Dynamight. During the course of the training exercise, our powers collided in such a way that the power was knocked out with a clap of thunder and the windowless room was pitched into blackness. I have the ability to emit a modestly sized electromagnetic field around myself so that, in a darkened environment, I can determine when someone is within arms distance of me. The downside to this is that it can cause EMI, or electromagnetic interference. This can scramble some devices, including hearing aids. At the time, I was unaware of Dynamight’s hearing loss, and had I known I would have never employed that technique.”

Phase paled, realizing the corner he’d backed himself into, “Looks like we’re running out of—”

“No, no! You wanted to know. I’m happy to spill the tea for you!” You beamed into the camera, “After all, you and my lovely fans at home would want to know the real story so that they don’t accidentally cancel Dynamight! Anyway, when the whistle blew, I dropped my field and called out to him. He hadn’t heard the whistle due to the interference and struck me in the head when he was aiming for my shoulder or my side. When he realized what had happened, he made himself literally sick with guilt and worry.”

You smiled again, “And there’s how that went! He's been supporting me ever since, and the support turned to friendship, which evolved into feelings and then a strong relationship!”

You gestured to Phase with one finger, and when he leaned into you, you used your quirk to drain power from the mic, voice dropping to a hiss, “Do us both a favor. The next time you want to try and dig up a negative press story where there isn’t one involving me or Katsuki, don’t. I promise, he’s not the wildcard in this romance, I am.”

You returned power to the mic as you leaned back, award winning smile on display, “Any follow up questions for me? I need to find my Katsuki before Denki steals my seat again.”

Phase turned ghost white and shook his head. You smiled and said, “Good! Now if you’ll excuse me, I think our interview went over by about ten minutes? This promising young hero has been oh so patiently waiting her turn, so let me introduce you to Starlet!”

You extended your hand to the hero behind you, and she allows you to help her onto the stage. She kisses your cheek and you hustle off stage, hearing her refer to you as an icon as her interview starts. You make it to your table and sit next to Katsuki, who is huddled by Mina and Eijiro, phone tuned in to a live recap of your interview and the ending. He glances up at you, “Your Katsuki, eh?”

You smirked, dragging your gaze up from the big hands cradling his landscaped phone to scarlet eyes framed by pale lashes, “I tend to get a little…possessive, when challenged. I thought you liked when I was spicy.”

Katsuki’s cheeks pinked up, “Very well,” he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Keep that energy in a few hours, sweetheart.”

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#sfsj #stormfronts and swear jars #cherie writes #bnha #mha #suki 🧨#mha smut #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x reader

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lavenderstemssss · 3 months

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Thinking way too much…

Sooo my brain is in overdrive and I can’t get the thought of intimacy out of my head so I’m gonna just word vomit here. Having never experienced it, I ask myself these questions and have these thoughts pretty often.

The idea that someone is so physically close to me I can feel the heat of their skin and breath. I’ve always wondered if the touch from a lover feels different to say that of a regular friend or family member. Does it feel like your skin is on fire even if it’s not necessarily sexual touch? Or is it more of a safe, comforting feeling?

When you stare into someone’s eyes is the connection really that electric. Do you notice every inch of person’s body? Every pore, scar, hair, dimple, bumps, stretch marks?

What is it like to hear someone’s voice from that distance? Does it vibrate through every bone in your body sending shocking waves and give you goosebumps or shivers? Is it true that you can be intoxicated by just someone’s scent? So addicted to it that it’s forever lodged in your mind?

And that’s just the physical stuff, what about the mental aspects of intimacy. Man I can’t even bring myself to try and understand that yet.

You know I have this fear. That I’ll never have the answers to my silly little questions. I could literally die tomorrow and I’d never know. But I always asked the universe for one selfish thing.

A girl just wants to have her first kiss. I won’t be greedy and ask for more. Just one and I think id be okay with that. I mean not really (I’m kind of crying as I type this) but beggers can’t be choosers I guess. I wonder if just one kiss could answer all my questions.

So yeah that’s my word vomit. If you actually read this or care I’d love to word vomit on other topics 😂😂

#lav speaks #word vomit

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cowardlybean · 10 months

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your ask button is so tiny it’s so funny

anywho ask game mob psycho fucking all the questions. all of them. i didn’t even read it just answer them all i wanna know

This is gonna be a long ass post :3

the character everyone gets wrong: Tome is a speculative biology enjoyer. thats it thats the post! I also feel like Teruki is more violent than people portray him

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom: I’mmmm not answering this (cannot decide a fav and most characters are minors lmaooo)

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr : the worst take ever is shipping Reigen and Mob. Gross! Die.

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?: I haven’t been here long enough to have any annoying people

worst discord server and why: not in any

which ship fans are the most annoying?: if you ship rei//mob. DIE!

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?: i already hated Mogami (not from a narrative standpoint, i LOVE the Mogami arc its gutwrenching) but aBoT fic made me hate him even more. KILL HIM!!!

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about: Tome is aroace i don’t make the rules (is projecting) but in all seriousness I Really prefer Mob being aroace because his relationship with Tsubomi really reflects my aromantic experience of making up a crush because that’s what I assume it’s supposed to be

worst part of canon: i love the entire show. sooo. i mean i guess its hard for me to watch Reigen on the psychic tv show bc of secondhand embarrassment kicking my ASS

worst part of fanon: sexualizing middle schoolers

number of fandom-related words you've filtered: idk but they’re all gross ships

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them: not unpopular in the “people hate her” sense but Tome needs more attention, shes so autism and i love her role in the Reigen manga

worst blorboficiation: I haven’t been here long but I haven’t seen a lot of Dimple character study content, usually he's just there because he's always there

that one thing you see in fics all the time: autistic Mob and trans Reigen (positive)

that one thing you see in fanart all the time: older Mob being taller than Reigen which I think is silly <3

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc): idk how popular it is but mob sympathizing with Mogami just. is not my thing

there should be more of this type of fic/art: Reigen in mogamiland, its so interesting to me

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...: BROCCOLI ARC BODY HORROR!!!!!!!!!!! Honestly its fucking terrifying already when Mobs friends slowly convert to Dimple-ism but can you imagine. The roots creeping beneath. :3 AND ALSO Reigen having a fear of being on live tv is underrated

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...: not genuinely ashamed but my guilty pleasure is bashing Reigen over the head with angst

part of canon you found tedious or boring: cant think of any

part of canon you think is overhyped: also cant think of any rn

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores: the fact that spirits have the power to brainwash without possessing people?? like Dimples two cults are. terrifying!! bc Mob couldn’t sense a spirit changing their minds bc Dimple was chilling in the broccoli

ship you've unwillingly come around to: not genuinely upset about it but I was so surprised I ended up liking yoshieku (Dimple x security guard) the bond between an evil spirit and the man he randomly possessed is incredible

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse: dunno any

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing: also dunno any

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #cowardly speaks #i havent hung around the fandom long enough tbh its only been a couple months

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whoreforharlow · 8 months

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Omg you came back to us with a mans??? Are u now a considered a FORMER man hater??

Hey hey hey now, lemme make one thing clear: ONCE A MAN HATER, ALWAYS A MAN HATER 📣📣😤😤😤

Now that that's out of the way, he's ALMOST my man 🙄 I refuse to be someone's girlfriend until I'm formally asked lol, but it also pretty new, so no rush, but it feels soooooo right ☺️

He's the sweetest man I've ever met, like to everyone, not just me. He's so thoughtful and considerate and funny and smart and creative and ambitious and adventurous and patient as all get out 🥰 its nice because I'm such a tight ass and he's just like dude chill everything is fine lol, AND being with him makes me feel like everything is fine 🥰

Did I mention he also plans everything??? Like I'm getting a full itinerary for our dates, and he's not cheap at allllll and a fantastic tipper lol. He plans everything and I just show up and I've never had that before because I'm such a neurotic control freak😅 if I say I wanna go somewhere he makes it happen AND THEN SOME ya know, like even if I mention VAGUE interest in something, he's sending me a full breakdown of how he's gonna make it happen in less than 3-5 business days😂. Like any time i have free time, he's taking me out on a date, whether it's something elaborate or even just a late night walk by the river before bed. And he MAKES time for me. I said I missed him the morning after we hung out for literally hourssss, and ole boy rearranged his day to squeeze me in for lunch (he's like the head honcho where he works, so that's a perk lol)

We have so many of the same interests it's crazyyyyyy. Like if he didnt have photo evidence of his interest in these things, I would have suspected him of miming or just saying that so he can relate to me (this is how my damaged brain works lol)

And he's such a sweet talker, but not like the overly flirty kind, but the sweet subtle kind that makes my heart flutter.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm DISGUSTED with how much I care about a MAN 🤢 🤮 bUt He'S DiFfeReNT (said every whipped bitch ever😅)

And he's so cuteeeee! Like the prettiest smile, softest and most kissable lips, and dimples, and it just makes his sweet personality all the more sweeter. AND the man goes to the gym and his arms and chest have me drooling, and having his arms wrapped around me literally makes me knees buckle. Like he's so attractive, I can't look at him while he talks or else ill get distracted 😅

He's also a Pisces which I've literally been subconsciously attracted go my whole life. Every man I've been with or crushed on just so happens to be a Pisces, it's just my type I guess lol I doubt he believes in that kind of stuff, but I found it as a sign lol

Anyways, the takeaway from this is to hate all men until one makes you rethink years of suppressed, violent, feminine rage and makes you think "maybe it's not ALL men" 🤔

#personal #hes so ughhh #anons

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angel-bubbles · 2 years

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hello bubbles! what does your version of david and angel look like? or your version of all the redacted pairs? been a frequent visitor on your blog and never caught you mentioning it.

ahh hi!! first, the fact that people frequent this lil blog blows my mind so thank you for sticking around and listening to my nonsense its very sweet and i appreciate you more than i can express <3

yea! i don’t know that i ever have mentioned it to be honest, i like leaving things largely up to interpretation bc that’s kinda the appeal of redacted so i’ve always been vague, but i’d love to share my lil images of them :)

fair warning it’s gonna be Lengthy agdjfksh

*this is just the wolf pack for now if the ppl actually care i can talk about the other redacted bois >:3

david: to me, it’s giving white man who can get Really Tan in the summer agdjkfsh i see him with dark brown eyes, dark brown hair and on the longer side, like enough to fit into a lil bun but there are the little short pieces that hang out by his neck ya know? and ofc just Big Man

angel (don’t mind me projecting): i always imagine angel to be more feminine presenting, dirty blonde shoulder (ish) length hair that they dye from time to time. brown eyed baddie, Very Short Person.

ash: dirty blonde curly hair, a lil shorter than david, more lean ? if that makes sense? lighter brown eyes and he has lil acne scars all across his cheeks. dimples n crows feet when he smiles :)

babe: my babe has a pretty dark complexion, also Very Short Person vibes. masc presenting, chubby, n dope ass style, very cottage core. big round glasses (in my brain their nickname is specs bc their glasses take up their whole face)

milo: short legend, Italian Tan Man. shorter curly black hair, (surprise) dark brown eyes, has a scar on his left cheek from a bike accident when he was a little kid before marie got good at healing

sweetheart: the image of them in my head literally has me in love with them agsjfkhs, slightly taller than milo, grunge aesthetic. they wear contacts but they do need glasses, SURPRISE they have dark blue eyes. dark brown hair in a wolf cut (hehe) purposely wears platforms so they tower over milo he loves hates it

sam: taller than ash, shorter than david. sam is the Only redacted boy that i have a distinct real life person in my head and it’s Chord Overstreet very specifically in this picture

darlin: huge badass person. tall and ripped as fuck, brown hair brown eyes hehe they do dye their hair from time to time though. also pretty grunge aesthetic, the type to go out in black cargos, hefty combat boots, and a white tank top, sit at a chair slouched down, manspreading with their arms crossed across their chest just glaring at everyone

#i don’t talk about sam much but i truly am in love with him #anyways #this is the epitome of me rambling #can u tell i am in love with brown eyes brown hair combo #also i will say most of the time the listeners are Me but i do have these lil versions and i’m in love with all of them #thank you for asking <3 #i love to ramble #redacted asmr #bubbles anon

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