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[lovieku]

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you’re jeongguk’s secret santa this year, so you give him the best gift he’ll ever receive.

⋆⁺₊❅. 1/6 from christmas & chill

pairing virgin!jk x fem reader

genre smut, fluff, friends to lovers, first time

warnings painfully oblivious jk, even more painfully oblivious oc, mutual pining unlike anything you’ve seen, jk being a hot nerd ceo who’s loaded rich and unaware of his potential, please imagine him as nam joohyuk in start up, oc just creaming her pants for jk, hand job, lowk strip tease, dry humping, nipple play (m&f), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, jk is so needy and impatient but also very polite, smut is kinda rushed because well… it’s his first time! sawrry! also i open gifts on xmas eve please don’t come for me and my traditions (it’s lich just because i’m impatient)

word count 8.3k

author’s note hello hello hello!!! i’m so nervy to post this because it’s what finally inaugurates c&c!!!! i hope it can be a pleasing (intro)duction to the series hehe… either way you’ll get something totally better from miss lyssa tomorrow so stay tuned Wink 🩷 luv u always

banner by the talented @awrkive ⟡ ݁₊ .

Secret Santas have become the only way you’ve been able to deal with Christmas. When it comes to gift-giving, you’re embarrassed to admit that creativity in that department doesn’t exactly come naturally to you.

You try your best, truly. But you either end up going over budget, striving to please all your loved ones with unnecessarily expensive gifts which will only leave you with empty hands and an empty wallet, or having your brain completely stop working, if not to come up with the most basic and useless options that will get you forced smiles and polite nods in fake recognition.

It’s exhausting, demoralizing, and frankly, a recipe for holiday burnout.

So when two years ago, on the brink of giving up entirely and seriously contemplating hibernating through winter, your dear friend Jimin swooped in and suggested Secret Santa, it completely reshaped your next Christmases.

Exactly a month before Christmas Eve, you reunite over drinks and food at Jeongguk’s house to draw names. His place always ends up as the default spot for dinners, movie nights, or even football matches. Those don’t usually get the attention of everybody, especially of some of the girls, and it wouldn’t get yours either.

But you never skip game night. Correction, you never miss an excuse to be in Jeongguk’s space, even if it means sitting through 90 minutes of men chasing a ball on a screen. After all, you’re never truly paying attention, always stealing glances at the boy who seems almost even more uninterested than you.

It’s about witnessing him in his house— which, truthfully, is more of a mansion. The spacious, cozy interiors mirror a part of him that’s hard to miss: his perfectionist side, the one that likes to keep things understated but can’t help leaving subtle, telling marks of his presence on everything he touches, is woven into every corner.

Over time, you’ve naturally come to associate the place with holidays, laughter, and celebrations that fill you with a sense of belonging. Being here, surrounded by your closest friend, makes you feel profoundly grateful.

And there’s so many traces of you all, too. The faint wine stain on Jeongguk’s carpet that is only still noticeable if you squint, the one that spilled from your glass when Hoseok’s jokes had you laughing too hard; the long, slim scratch on the kitchen door, courtesy of Eunbi, who thought learning how to balance glasses on her forehead would get one of her coworkers to finally fall for her; the wobbly vase on the coffee table that was knocked over during one of Jimin’s overly enthusiastic attempts to kick a water bottle open.

Watching Jeongguk deal with the chaos you all force into his space might be another big reason why you love being here. It seems to squeeze out his most genuine reactions and quirks, and you can’t help biting your lips at those, almost pornographically so.

For someone who works so hard to appear composed, and who’s also extremely shy and reserved, Jeongguk is hilariously transparent when things don’t go his way. Brows furrowed, as if that’s where he keeps all his control. Although, no matter how flustered he gets, Jeongguk almost never gets choleric. His instinct is never to lash out but to scramble, a picture of barely contained stress insisting that everything is fine.

And the more he insists, the more you find yourself wishing it wasn’t fine. Sometimes, you want to see him lose it— especially at you.

You’ve tried, too. You’ve pushed boundaries, done little things to test the limits of his patience, all for the slim possibility of seeing him crack, just for you. But it never works. The best you get is an awkward smile, maybe a quiet laugh. It’s not nothing, but it’s not what you want, either.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this crazy about someone before. Not in the way where everything he does sends your brain spinning with possibilities. It’s maddening. His obliviousness is maddening.

Chiefly tonight, when you’re trying extra hard to keep it under control, the whole group gathering in a circle around the bowl that holds all your names, each one carefully folded into a little square, waiting to be drawn.

But when your slim fingers brush against one of the many crumpled pieces of paper and decide your fate, you send a small prayer to whoever might be listening. Please, don’t let it be Jeongguk.

It doesn’t really come off as a coherent request, especially considering how much your body has betrayed you tonight. Your thighs have been pressing together most of the evening, a subconscious reaction every time your gaze wandered — lingered — on Jeongguk’s lower half. Those low, slouchy grey sweatpants, hanging effortlessly off his narrow hips, have been the source of many inappropriate thoughts that you wish would make you grow some shame within yourself. Instead, they only make you grow hotter in your seat.

No, you would love to be Jeongguk’s Secret Santa with the blatant, embarrassingly huge crush you have on him. You think you’d be happy about it in any other universe, except this one.

Jeongguk is difficult. And not because he’s ever been argumentative, looking to start quarrels, never willing to agree or see past his nose. He’s far from those. He’s one of the easiest people to be around, rarely judgmental, even when you were drunk off your mind and you jokingly grinded on very-gay Jimin to make up for your lack of sexual activity. On those occasions, you didn't exactly see judgement in his eyes. Just reticence. Maybe. It wasn’t clear.

What is clear is that Jeongguk is incredibly particular. He’s picky about what he likes and even more so about what he doesn’t, though dislike might be too soft a word. When he hates something, it’s impossible not to know. He doesn’t even try to mask his disappointment.

It’s not malicious, of course. He’s not the type to be spiteful. It’s just how he is, an open book, his expressions giving him away without fail.

It’s one of the many reasons you love watching him, other than hoping your eyes would telepathically convey your undying desire to fuck him and cuddle him close to your chest afterwards. But most of the time, studying the shifts in his features is a way for you to decipher what he’s thinking.

And that’s why this moment feels so high-stakes. The last thing you want is to be on the receiving end of one of Jeongguk’s polite smiles or barely-there nods of acknowledgment, the kind he gives when he’s unimpressed. It would crush you, the ultimate failure in your short-lived career as a gift-giver.

It’s not just that he’s hard to please. Jeongguk is also the last person who seems to need anything. He’s loaded, his success as a game developer has afforded him a life where anything he wants is within reach. And yet, despite his wealth, there’s no arrogance about him. If you didn’t know him so well, you might think he was just another college student scraping by.

Who else but Jeon Jeongguk could walk around in a hoodie and square glasses, looking like he just rolled out of bed, while being the CEO of his own company?

But, of course, none of this is important. Because as you unfold the piece of paper in your hand, it’s there. Jeongguk.

You don’t think you enjoy Secret Santa as much anymore.

With the bowl continuing its journey around the circle, you spend the rest of the game staring holes into the back of Jeongguk’s head, desperately trying to figure out what in the world you could possibly get him. Your monthly budget feels laughable in comparison to his lifestyle, but you’re already prepared to go way over it if that’s what it takes to impress him.

You wonder if he’s as insecure as you are when he quietly unfolds the small, paper square he picked up and scans the name. His bug eyed expression doesn’t hide an evident surprise, the twitch of his eyebrows managing to conceal a possible disappointment.

For someone who’s usually so easy to read, Jeongguk seems uncharacteristically guarded in this moment, and it drives you crazy. You squint at him, frowning as you try to decipher any small detail on his face. Is he annoyed? Or worse, completely indifferent?

Either way, it doesn’t look like a positive reaction. If it ends up being you, you’ll rethink back to this moment and cry yourself to sleep.

With the first step out of the way, the night goes on following its usual rhythm. Only by the end of it, Jeongguk’s space starting to empty, you quietly help him put some order to the mess left behind by a too drunk Hoseok paired with his too drunk best friend Taehyung.

You keep yourself busy with storing some leftover food, managing to keep your tone unbothered when you ask, “Hey, Gguk. Wanna help me with the party planning this year?”

Always obliging to your every request, he only stutters slightly in his movements, the glasses he was cleaning clinking together. He clears his throat, “S—sure. I’ll help you, goldie.” The stammer doesn’t seem to be caused by any kind of hesitation, just an usual consequence to his nature. Reserved, quiet.

You nod, gulping way too loudly at the special nickname he has for you, and both of you keep your focus on your doings instead of witnessing the faint blush dusting your cheeks, “Cool. I’ll text you the details tomorrow.”

Details texted, your efforts to divert the conversation into something remotely playful failed miserably. Jeongguk is painfully formal, methodical as ever, hyper-focused on the party. When you sent him a TikTok you deemed adorable enough to nudge him toward a different matter, maybe hint at the dog being the cutest thing he’s ever seen and that you two should definitely adopt three of them and move in together, he still doesn’t get it.

gguk🤍: Oh… I asked my brother to keep Bam for Christmas Eve. I thought he would be too much of a hassle, especially with Iseul not being fond of dogs.

You had stared at the ceiling for a long moment after reading that text. Jeongguk is endearingly dense, and you don’t mind it most of the time. But it’s starting to cause quiet bursts of frustration when it comes to whatever undefined thing you two have, and what is clearly simmering for the eyes of everybody to see, except his.

You’d thought giving him his first handjob when he quietly confessed he’s never been touched, his voice a tremble in the calm aftermath of a chaotic group sleepover, would be enough to make him see. His quiet whimpers were hypnotizing calls that only you were meant to hear, and your fist pumping his girthy length with intent was speaking all you were afraid to voice.

Jeongguk came hard and unannounced all over your hand, pleasured sounds muffled in the side of your neck, and you’d assured him it was okay; he did good; that you would get something to clean him up. You didn’t sleep that night, and he didn’t either, spending the rest of it next to each other on his couch talking pointless conversation.

If that hadn’t opened his eyes, you were beginning to wonder what would.

“So… Do you have any idea what to gift your person?”

Jeongguk stirs his latte for the fourth time. You’d decided to meet at a café halfway between your cramped flat and his mansion, because it was the easiest way you managed to make your busy schedules merge.

“No, Gguk,” you acknowledge his question without meeting his eyes, focusing on the grocery list on your laptop instead.

What would? You’re starting to think subtlety isn’t cutting it. Maybe it never has. Perhaps the only way to break through that frustratingly thick skull of his is to go full throttle, strip naked right here in the middle of this café and spell it out for him.

Your eye involuntary twitches at the thought in relation to his question. Crazy Christmas gift, you reason as you stare maniacally at your bright screen. Yeah. Totally crazy.

Shaking your head, you can’t resist glancing up at him. The idea doesn’t seem so irrational anymore, not when your insides twist at the sight of his absorbed expression, his brows furrowed as he scribbles out unheard-of maths on a piece of paper to figure out group expenses.

With your chin resting in the palm of your hand, you abandon your pretense of being productive and let yourself watch him work. A teasing lilt slips into your voice as you prod him in your usual way, “Why should I believe you already don’t know who it is?”

He blinks up at you, promptly, like he always does when you speak to him, and he stumbles, “Huh— I don’t—”

“You so do. You probably already guessed it all with your nerdy brain.”

Despite looking mildly offended, his ears turn red anyway, “Nerdy brain—”

“Glasses look cute on you,” that shuts him up; his mouth, his brain. Completely unable to cater to any of their functions.

You smirk at the way he diverts his gaze, pointer finger unconsciously fixing the specs on the bridge of his nose, and you wonder how much longer it’ll take for him to notice that you don’t just go around calling everyone’s glasses cute.

Sighing, you continue, “Anyways. It’s not you.”

“W—what? Is it really not?” When he looks up at you with even wider eyes, you feel bad for lying to him but you still shake your head. He mutters, “Shoot. I was so sure I had it.”

A playful scoff escapes you, “See! You did sit in your nerdy room and tried to guess!”

“Stop calling me a nerd,” it’s a request grumbled in the most adorable way you’ve heard, and there’s no real heat behind it. Especially when he goes back to be exactly what he doesn’t want you to refer to him as, “Well, if it’s not me, it must be Taehyung.”

You pretend to busy yourself with your touchpad as you ponder on his eagerness. Then, you voice the result, “What’s the fun in knowing right now?”

Jeongguk hesitates for a moment too long before admitting, “I don’t know. I guess it makes me less anxious.”

It’s a raw kind of honesty, much like what he was painted all over with when he came from your touch, and it has you shifting your gaze back on him, now absorbed in doodling stylized portraits of Bam right next to numbers and additions.

You don’t know if it’s the hot chocolate still simmering in your tummy, the warmth from the coat laying on your legs, the café’s natural heat or Jeongguk’s proximity, but you buzz with something homely.

Ariana Grande’s version of Last Christmas replays for the third time in a row, and at this point you’re starting to believe it’s a conscious choice, but you don’t mind it.

Jeongguk belongs to the world the soft melody is building, hugged by a woolen white sweater, the wide glass window behind him giving the perfect view to a classic winter scenery, snow softly resting on any surface it finds and unconsciously bringing magic to dullness. Or maybe it’s just him adding that last bit.

You smile at his small confession, reassuring with your tone, almost drowning in the lively chatter of the place surrounding you, “You don’t have to be.”

Jeongguk only nods, tapping the pencil on his temple as he studies what he has so far with sudden doubt. He looks at your laptop, scanning the long forgotten visual board on your Pinterest, then back to his calculations.

Giving one more glance at the screen, he concludes, “By the way, I really don’t think that color would look good in my living room.”

Ugh.

You think you want to strangle him when he deflects so easily from these moments. And mostly, the burgundy he’s so easily refusing happens to be one of your favorite shades. Do your tastes ever match?

God, as much as you want him, you hope he’s not your Secret Santa.

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Jeongguk is your Secret Santa.

And on Christmas Eve, he’s pacing the length of his living room back and forth, his socks brushing against the polished wooden floor with each step. You’re supposed to arrive any minute now to help him with the final touches before the others come for dinner, and the idea of having you here alone is enough to make his hands clammy and his thoughts stumble.

The neatly wrapped gift with its shiny red paper sits tucked under the towering Christmas tree, the one adorned in messy decor that his friends jumbled up together. The item hidden inside the bag doesn’t share his anxieties, though he suspects his downstairs neighbour might have caught on to it with the incessant pacing.

When you ring the doorbell he’s jolted out of it and, practically tripping over his own feet, he rushes to the door and yanks it open. He would have let you in just as rapidly if his brain didn’t stop short at seeing you standing there.

You’re cladded in a soft sweater that looks two sizes larger, its beige tones complimenting the warm brown of his own jumper, and your short skirt peeks out beneath its hem, edged with lace ruffles. At your feet, a pair of chestnut Uggs that he can only hope are enough to make up for the cold shivers on your bare legs. Not that he’s staring, so intently he has to gulp down an impulsive thought. No, he’s just a naturally observing guy.

And that brings him to notice that your hands are empty, save for a small purse and a bottle of wine. No bag, no box, no sign of a gift.

When his gaze flickers back to your face, your eyes are wide and darting nervously between his own, narrowed by the frown that he can’t quite hide but bug sized the moment he catches a trace of insecurity in your shaky voice, “Hi.”

It could be the cold causing the brief greeting to tremble, small snowflakes laying on your neatly styled hair, shimmering for a brief moment before melting away. It pulls him out from his unabashed study of you, and he steps aside to let you into his much warmer space.

Your vanilla scent inebriating his senses has him forgetting all about your seemingly non existent gift, and how he suddenly finds himself wishing he truly did get something messed up in his calculations, that you’re not his Secret Santa.

But you are.

Many drinks later, filling up everyone’s stomachs along with shared food and belly laughter, it’s time to exchange gifts and the expression on your face is unlikely anything he’s caught on so far.

A huge contrast to the mellow Christmas tunes indistinctly playing in the background, your eyes are impassive as you word your excuses, “I’m sorry, Gguk. I forgot your gift at home.”

“Oh. It’s okay,” he says quickly, the words spilling out with genuine ease. And it really is okay. He’s not upset— far from it. The thought of you giving him anything at all, even belatedly, is enough to make him feel content.

But now, as the group’s attention turns toward him, his heart races for an entirely different reason. His gift for you, a lavish, over-the-top gesture that far exceeds the modest budget they all agreed on, sits waiting on his lap.

When it finds a new home atop your own crossed legs, you’re eager as you rip the paper, but your eyes don’t follow your movements. Instead, you focus on the nervous boy sitting across from you, your very own Secret Santa who’s monitoring your hands for you while subtly rocking from one side to the other.

His anxiety is endearingly soft, but you can see something more to it, almost an irrational fear of tripping on the wrong step, messing up something that’s supposed to be simple.

You hear it before you see it. The whole room inhales sharply in a collective surprise, with some gasps muffled behind hands pressed to mouths. You scramble for an explanation in their expressions, jumping from one face to the other, stopping on Jeongguk’s own, gaze glued to his fidgeting fingers, head bowed down to his lap.

When you slowly look down at what’s resting on yours, you almost wheeze. If they could, your eyes would leap out of their sockets.

Your palm instinctively presses on your lips as you look between the gift and the gifter in a frantic attempt to catch any sign that this is not what it is. With the music being the only sound eerily filling the sudden silence, you add to it, even if barely, with your voice a whisper, “What is this?”

Jeongguk gulps and finally meets you, “It’s m—my gift for you.”

It’s not like you even opened it yet. But the simple sight of the box had you grasping for support. On the pale, textured surface of the square box, the unmistakable gold lettering is what’s making your orbs shake in confusion: Dior.

You trace the sign with your pointed finger, tilting your head up to look at Jeongguk through your lashes, and you don’t know how else to put it, “Ggukkie… Were you there when we set the budget?”

Jimin butts in with a scoff, “Yeah, that’s like fifteen thousand won multiplied by another fifty thousand.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know what he should say. He’s scared of the deafening silence that follows, the way Jimin’s comment seems to linger in the air, the way you seem to struggle with finding something to say in response.

He begins, tries to, “I—”

“Fuck, Gguk,” the simple sound of your words has his mind spiralling, palms clammy with doubts that question his every choice leading up to this moment, feeling foolish for even thinking this could be right, a shot worth trying. What if you think he’s showing off? Or worse, overcompensating?

But what he fails to notice is the toothy grin that follows your shameless surprise, your fingers gingerly lifting the lid of the box, and really, if only he had the courage to look up at you he’d have avoided the worries.

He misses your reaction at the reveal: the prettiest earrings sit on a soft cushion, gleaming gold with delicate CD initials and cream pearls dangling gracefully beneath them.

“These are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I love them. You didn’t have to.”

Jeongguk’s head snaps up. He meets your face painted with the most beautiful grin he’s ever seen you wear, your cheeks burning with red and your nose scrunching as you carefully slip the earrings to take a better look at them. With you, everybody else around him seems in awe, too. Their soft, endeared whispers begin to fill the earlier suffocating silence, melting into a sweetness reserved entirely for Jeongguk.

He exhales quietly, the welcomed warmth in his chest replacing the cold. He admits, no stutter, no fear, just a sheepish smile, “I wanted to.”

Jeongguk really did want to. It felt like his one shot. A desperate, last-ditch attempt at making you see him the way he’s always seen you; a declaration wrapped in gold and pearls.

He wants you to see him as more than the shy, awkward boy who stumbles over his words and blushes too easily. More than the nerd who spends too much time working on equations and codes half the world doesn’t know about. More, just to have you look at him a bit closer.

He wants to be a man, one who badly wants you, in your eyes.

They’re gleaming with adorable excitement as they flicker back to his, sheepishly accompanying your quiet request, “Can you… put them on for me?”

Jeongguk is at your side in no time, handling the earrings with care while trying to keep his usual clumsiness at bay as he fastens the dainty jewels in place. He begins to understand why it’s hard to see him as anything else but gawky when he feels his heartbeat speed up from the simple way his skin is brushing against yours.

Namjoon’s voice cuts through the spell, playful, “Oh, what a pretty princess. Jeongguk truly has an eye for this stuff.”

With the group following with chuckles and mindless banter, Jeongguk feels uncharacteristically bold, gaze fixated entirely on you as he lets himself spill something meant for you only to hear, “I think it’s just you. You’re beautiful.”

You’re clearly caught off guard, and it stings a little when he realizes the only reason he doesn’t get to see you this flustered often is because he’s usually busy being the flustered one. Blinking up at him through your lashes, your laugh comes out a little breathless, and the sweet way you let your cheek rest on your shoulder has him daring to hope.

“Nerd.”

But no. There it is again.

That’s all he’ll ever be in your eyes.

He forces a smile that barely reaches his eyes, but you’re too engrossed with having your pearls admired by the rest of the group to notice. Those weren’t a waste; he would do it all the same. You deserve everything that makes your eyes shine, that brings the corners of your lips into that grin that shakes him, that can ever bring you joy. He just wishes it could bring you more than that; bring you to a bigger sentiment, a bigger realization.

Perhaps that’s why he can’t shake off the awful mood that pervades his senses throughout the rest of the night, the earrings hanging from your ears catching the twinkly, warm lights and mocking him with delighted amusement. There’s nothing else you can do, you nerdy boy.

Perhaps that’s also why, when the house starts to empty and you’re in his kitchen making yourself helpful with dishes, he slips on composure when you accidentally let a glass slide from your dainty hands.

It breaks the moment it meets the ground, and the sound penetrates his ears, both of you jumping at the impact. He hisses, “What— what the heck, ___!”

You’re startled, blinking up at him. It’s not the chaos from the glass, not its tiny pieces covering the floor and reaching your feet. It’s the deliberate frustration of his tone, one he’s never let free, especially with you.

You pant for apologies, but they can’t seem to be let out. Wide eyes jumping between his own bug ones, your brows draw up in shame. It has never been this easy to get him bothered. Hell, you’ve even struggled to.

Jeongguk only sighs, dragging a hand across his nape, and he regrets the quiet sharpness in his voice the second he lets it out, “God. Be more careful next time.”

He’s still quicker than you on his feet, moving to sweep the mess you’ve created before you can even react. You seem to move in slow, infinite motions, kneeling down to pick up the bigger pieces, all while keeping an unusual silence.

He steals a glance up at you, biting his lower pierced lip in sudden guilt, “Are you okay?”

Your hands pause, clutching a fragment of glass as your eyes flicker up to meet his. You nod, distant, and it does nothing to convince him.

He doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to your hesitant confirmation, rather he’s hyper-focused on your fingers, and before you realize the shift in his expression, he alarmedly blurts out, “Goldie. You’re bleeding.”

The sting barely registers for you until his words bring it to your attention. Looking down, you see a sharp, red line running across your finger, small but enough to make Jeongguk spring into action.

You’re lifted off the floor and ushered to the bathroom in fractions of seconds, letting yourself be handled like you don’t own your body. The only thing you want to be aware of is the switch in his behaviour. He’s back to normal once he’s in his quiet bubble of concentration, movements precise as he cleans the barely visible wound and carefully places a band aid over it.

All while he can’t stop apologizing, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. That was not your fault. But, this. This is my fa—”

“Jeongguk, it’s just a scratch.”

The way he meets your eyes with his face drawn tight and brows furrowed makes you rethink your statement. Maybe it’s more than a scratch. Maybe it’s the only thing that snapped him out of his frustrated daze.

“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t deserve that.”

Your first instinct is to giggle; it’s a resonance of the butterflies childishly swarming in your belly from the proximity and his careful words. Both your gazes soften as you accept each other, even the faulted versions of tonight, and a timid smile stretches over his lips.

You hesitate before speaking again, your mouth opening only to close, reconsidering your words; but then you finally let out what you had foolishly planned as your next desperate attempt to cling to him.

“Can you… My car is… Can you take me home?”

What you’re now sure you like the most about Jeongguk is how he caters to your needs before you even have to voice them. The soft kindness in his eyes, the way his body instinctively shifts to act before his mind even fully processes the request. He’s already nodding, ready to make it happen for you.

“Yeah. Of course.”

The heat in his car fans over your cheeks, dusting them with a soft red that has his Adam’s apple bobbing every time he turns to steal glances at you at stoplights. You keep talking, filling the air with contentment about the night’s events, and it’s like that subtle slip of his never happened.

It’s almost too easy to surrender and pretend that everything is fine, that he doesn’t feel the ache of wanting more. If staying a nerd in your eyes means getting to be this close, to hear your laughter, to see the slight curve of your lips as you speak, then maybe it’s enough.

His subtle gestures — adjusting the temperature so you’re comfortable, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter when your giggles spill into the cabin — don’t go unnoticed. They settle into you and have your heart beating anticipatedly.

God, you won’t regret what you’re about to do.

By the time he pulls up in front of your place, you promptly turn to him before he can offer anything else, voice a bit too eager, “Would you like to come inside?”

“Huh—”

“I’ll show you my gift.”

Jeongguk sits on your couch, because you tell him to wait there. And of course, he’s a great listener. Very obedient, willing to follow your every order.

His fingertips drum restlessly on his thighs and he can only busy himself with his surroundings, every detail speaking for you. What’s definitely more prominent is the intoxicating scent of vanilla that clings in the air, of which he hopes his lungs inhale the entirety of, never getting enough of everything that is you.

When you come into his vision again, walking down the stairs in quiet steps, you’re tightly hugged in a trench coat, the textured belt cinched snugly around you and accentuating the small of your waist. Under it, your legs are bare. It has his mouth drying and his legs spreading stiffly on the couch.

He thought he got better at hiding his concerning infatuation. He hopes he did.

That’s why he initially manages to chuckle and attempt a joke, “Are you going somew—”

“Ta-da.”

Jeongguk doesn’t think he’s breathing. He doesn’t think he can even breathe anymore. His blinking fastens, brain stumbling over itself as it tries to make sense of what he’s sitting in front of.

You’ve loosened the coat just enough for the fabric to fall and reveal what you’ve carefully wrapped for him. You’re a gift coming in a red lingerie set clinging to your perfect curves, your boobs deliciously spilling out from the sides of your lace top and the line of your panties thin enough to leave little to the imagination.

He pants, scanning over your body once, twice, three times, questioning if the wine was perhaps laced with stronger substances, “What— What is this—”

“It’s my gift for you. Merry Christmas, Gguk.”

Meeting your face again, he nearly groans. You’re almost bare before him, yet you still sport a crimson blush and your teeth graze your bottom lip in a sheepish smile, in a way that is so achingly you. He can feel himself throbbing painfully in his pants. Thinks he could cum just from this view, tip over the edge without a single touch, no matter how bad he needs it.

“Fuck.”

You’ve barely ever heard Jeongguk curse throughout the time you’ve known him for. He only sometimes reserves that for his monitor, Overwatch games causing his composure to slip in adorable loud whispers.

But it’s like you’ve broken his dam, and he only lets more slip as you walk slowly but certainly closer to him, coat discarded on the floor, “Oh my, fuck. Holy shit. Thank you. Thank you. I— I don’t know what to do.”

It’s a quiet plea, the one that’s hidden in his strained words but clear in his full eyes glazed over with anticipation, his hands hovering uncertainly over his thighs, chest still heaving and struggling with manual breathing. He’s begging to feel deserving of this, to have you prove to him that it’s what you truly want for the both of you, to have you touching him and to be touching you.

He can’t help the moan that escapes him when you position yourself in between his spread legs, bodies close yet not touching, but he’s dying to feel you.

Now your turn to bend at his every request, your head tilts and your smile widens the more he’s forced to crane his neck up to keep your gazes connected, pending off your every syllable, “You don’t have to do anything. Will you let me take care of you?

“Yes, please,” the confirmation is immediate and empty of hesitance. Under you, Jeongguk nods promptly with his lips agape, watering with want when you straddle his lap to sit yourself on him.

He wails, throwing his head back and searching for all the strength it takes from holding back his instinct to snap up against your core, snuggled atop his raging hardness. At his shameless desperation, your giggles fill his ears, and when they’re followed by your cold hand on his cheek redirecting his gaze on yours, he feels feverish.

Delirious, eyes barely keeping from rolling back, his brain reduced to senseless blabbering, “My God. Thank you for this.”

With his brows adorably drawn up, he focuses on your dilated pupils now that your faces are mere centimetres apart, and you close the distance with small pecks that trace his jaw, up to his ear lobe, whispering against the skin, “Are you seriously thanking God while I’m about to take your virginity?

Jeongguk hisses in a frenzied surge, his hands still unsurely keeping from touching you, and your sarcastic pun has him full on rambling, “Shit, sorry. I don’t even believe in God. This just feels too good to be true. You look like a fucking angel.”

“Ggukkie, language!” Your seductive tone along with your chuckle reverberates right against his chest, your hands moving to lead your own palms up and down his broad front, and when you subtly roll your hips against his clothed length, he breaks into a cry.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ll come so soon,” you don’t know if it’s the adrenaline of the moment, but you’ve never witnessed such a bold Jeongguk. It only spurs you further, your hand traveling down, and down, until it sneaks under his sweater.

When you find his nipple, you playfully roll it between your pointer and thumb, his trembling body bucking up in an unstoppable urge, quiet whimpers working to keep his tone down. But you want to hear him scream under you, just as loud as you can feel his heart beating.

You bite your lip as your eyes drift downward, watching where your bodies meet in slow, teasing drags. His wide palms press into the cushions on either side of you, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, and when you lift your gaze to meet his face again the delicious buzz pooling low in your stomach intensifies, your lips parting instinctively. A pretty blush creeps up his neck, painting his sharp jaw and cheekbones in shades of red, and his eyes, clouded, desperate, and burning with unfiltered need, lock onto you with a gaze that makes your knees weak even as you straddle him.

The simple grinding through the layers of clothing you still have on has you releasing whiny gasps in the air, his cock sliding torturously between your folds, and if you’re so affected by every shift you can hardly fathom what he must be feeling under you.

So you wonder out loud, voice rough the more you feel his stiff nipple under your fingertips, “How long since you’ve been touched properly, hm?”

His body hiccups, shaking with the barely contained lust, “Since— Since you last did, goldie.”

You coo, slowing down your movements and bringing your fingers to the hem of his jumper only to lift it and toss it behind you carelessly, “You’re so sensitive, aren't you?” At the view of his exposed chest, you can’t help roaming the expanse of it and feeling the tensing muscles under your skin, and by now you’re sure your panties must be ruined.

“Puh— please,” the plea is barely coherent, whispered out messily through high-pitched moans, but he begs again, “I wanna touch you too.”

“Then…” You let your hands speak for you, moving them to lead his own big ones to rest at your thighs, letting them drag up the curve of your ass. You’re impossibly close to his lips now, fanning against them, “Feel me, Gguk.”

Unable to resist, you fall forward and catch his mouth with yours in a kiss that struggles to find a rhythm, that has your tongues tangled in an uncoordinated dance, but that inevitably has you both humming loudly in an effort to almost devour each other, and his hands digging in your bare skin only force a gasp out of you.

In an impatient rush, you urge him to unclasp your bra, his unpractised and shaky fingers being joined by your experienced ones to finally free you from the tight confines, and as much as he wants to make kissing you a sport just to win every gold medal and break record after record, he can’t help separating from your lips with a wet sound to look down at your exposed breasts.

Jeongguk groans, and this time he doesn’t need you guiding him. It’s his own palms moving to cup you, and the innocent, light feather touch causes you to throw your head back and resume your slow grinding on top of him.

Both of you are panting messes, his moans significantly louder the more he gets to knead at your softness only to slice his thumb over your hardened nipples, the contrast making his brows furrow in hazed need, and when you arch your back into him he squeezes your tit to his mouth, eliciting a surprised wail from you.

Even when he gets closer, your sensitive nub engulfed by his swollen lips, he keeps looking up at you for approval with wide, teary eyes that beg for you to praise him. And with a hand gripping his wavy locks, you nod repeatedly for him to keep going, “Fuck, baby. Just like that, oh my God.”

He hums lowly with his mouth stuffed, his fingers digging in your flesh the more you drag your cunt mercilessly over the outline of his thickness, and he has to release you with a pop and rest his head on the couch behind him, palms keeping you somewhat still by the waist, panting out a desperate request when he feels himself throb dangerously close to his high, “G—Goldie, I can’t. Don’t— Don’t wanna cum like this.”

You lift your hips just enough for the both of you to whimper at the loss of friction, and you murmur through a string of kisses along his exposed neck, “How do you want to cum then, huh?”

He only whines, cheeks flushed with want and eyes glossy, forehead creasing with the way his brows are stressing, “Please.”

You show no mercy, flashing him with a wicked smirk and a teasing tilt of your head, “Ah-ah. Say it.”

Gulping with effort, his waist twitches up unconsciously to seek for your touch once again, and with his face turned to the side he admits in the smallest voice, “‘Nside of you.”

“Good boy. Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He voices a loud cry just from the sound of your promise, only echoing more intensely when you hastily work at his zipper. It’s messy, uncertain, and it elicits breathy giggles from the two of you, drunk on adoration and high on desire.

Eventually, he’s stripped free from his confines, and his cock stands proud and hard, veins pumping the blood that has it throbbing against his toned stomach.

Jeongguk can feel your hooded eyes on him, can sense his tip wettening with the simple way you seem starved and eager to taste him, your hand coming too close to where he needs you the most before he gently grabs your wrist to stop it.

Automatically, your head snaps up, and the look on his face is one of nervous desperation, “Wan’ you to kiss me, please.”

You’re ready to comply to his every demand, and this one is as easy as it gets. You want to give him everything— whatever he wants, however he wants it.

Your lips mold with his in worldless acceptance, absorbing all you were afraid to voice to each other, making up for all the time you wasted, devoting to a sealed promise, the one that dances between your connected tongues, saliva making it wet and breathless.

Even more when your slim fingers trail down his torso before wrapping around his length, your wrist expertly flicking in a teasing touch, and his moan is unrestrained as it tears through the kiss. You swallow the sound greedily, steadying you against his chest rising and falling in frantic pants.

Before he can protest, his own hips bucking up in a silent beg for more, you steal the air from his lungs when you move your panties to the side and align your entrance with his tip, just to sink down on it.

The drag is slow and it has both of your eyes rolling back, pleased groans filling the air and straining against your throat when you fully sit yourself wrapped around his dick. You search for him, “You okay?”

“Shit,” Jeongguk seems hypnotised by the view of his thickness wrecking you in half, and his palms come to rest at your waist where his fingers dig into the skin. Your own playing with the hair on his nape only seem to make him more vulnerable, “This is perfect. You feel so good and warm, fuck.”

You’re not used to hearing him curse so openly and so often, and it naturally makes you giggle, the sound tickling his ears and leading his dilated pupils to look up at you through his lashes. Your sweet laughter fades into a lasting smile, one he can’t help but kiss, even if it’s all teeth, the contagious sight of your happiness getting to him too.

The moment is sickeningly sweet, bodies connected in more ways than one. With your kiss only deepening and your chest melting against his, you pull him impossibly closer by the back of his neck and start attempting slow motions on top of him.

You hear him through his thundering heartbeat, “Goldie… I— I don’t think I can last any longer, I’m so sorry, I—”

“Oh, shit, baby,” one particular shift has his length, deeply stuffed in your tight walls, finding your spot and teasing it with an electric buzz that travels through your body, “It’s okay. I’m so close too.”

The moment you try a firmier bounce and feel him find you again, you can’t help the way your movements fasten, your moans thick and low against your throat, his own louder and ricocheting through the walls.

You steady yourself with one of you palms on his thigh, leaning your weight back and finding a new angle to fuck yourself on him. He watches in awe as you work your fingers on your clit, rapid circling movements causing his mouth to hang open at the squelching sounds.

He pants, his wide hands guiding your riding, pushing you up and down, “Can— Can I touch you?”

You hum, but it sounds more like a whine, “Hm, of course, pretty boy,” the hand that was stimulating your sensitive nub now comes behind you to help support yourself on both of his muscular thighs, flexing under every shift.

Jeongguk is unpracticed as he leads his thumb to rest at your clit, applying a soft pressure and mimicking the same pattern he observed from you. He only seems to be focusing on his doing for the first few moments before he searches up for the reaction on your face, and he whimpers when he finds your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, your brows drawn up in pleasure.

You smile at the unconscious twitch of his chin, and give him just what you know he wants, “Always seeking my approval. You’re so good.”

The simple praise only has him working on you with more confidence, collecting some of your wetness and sliding it up along your lips. He learns fast, listening to your every sound and centering on your pleasure, as best as he can with his own knot getting closer to bursting.

You’re clearly affected by the simulations, your hips stuttering and riding around him, but you still make sure to concentrate on him first, “I’ll tell you when to cum, hm? You’ll listen to me, right?”

Jeongguk nods before he even knows what he’s agreeing to, “Y—yes. Yes, yes, fuck. I’ll be good. Wanna be so, so good for you. Wanna c—cum for you.”

“You’re so filthy, baby. Naughty boy. Fuck me.”

His hips meet you up with harsh thrusts that have you lose your balance on him, and you can only throw yourself with your arms around his broad shoulders, face hidden in the crook of his neck as he lets his desire take over, fucking up into you with a desperate need for release.

You think you see stars with the way he relentlessly pounds your hole, wet folds sliding along his length and causing a mess between you, his own slickness mixed with yours trailing down and pooling at the base. The sounds are inglorious, and they merge perfectly with your wails.

Breathing in his scent, you know he’s close from the way his thrusts are stammering sloppily, and his moans are closer to strained whines. You concede, “F—Fucking cum, Gguk. Cum inside me, fuck.”

He nods, slamming you down to meet his movements, desperate to feel you before he can stop himself, “Cum with me, pleas— Oh.”

When your walls spasm around him with your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, causing you to shake in his embrace around you, he feels himself cum unannounced, hard and thick, sprouts of white liquid relentlessly pumping inside your warmth.

You milk him dry, both your wails drained with the effort and fading into breathless gasps, his arms around you falling limply at his sides. You’re sprawled on his chest, emptied from any energy, and he is just as spent with his head lolling against the back of the couch.

But you feel it in your heartbeats syncing, the realization of what happened, what finally happened. You feel it in his face moving down to find your lips and catch them in a sweet peck, his fingers trailing up again to trace lazy patterns on your back before tangling in your hair, grounding himself in you.

It’s your own smiles breaking through the kiss, lashes tickling, and both of you laugh senselessly as you come down from the moment.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk breathes out, voice raspy, “This was the best Christmas gift ever.”

You snicker, biting your lip to hold back your amusement, “Oh, baby. It was just an excuse to fuck you. I actually did forget your gift at home.”

“W—What?” His brows shoot up, his post-orgasm haze momentarily replaced with incredulity as his cheeks redden even more.

When Jeongguk straightens on the couch, so do you, steadying your weak frame with your hands splayed against his chest. Sheepishly, you confess, “Yeah. Bought you that Mario game yo—“

“Princess Peach: Showtime?”

“Yea—”

Jeongguk gasps dramatically, his excitement so pure it’s almost jarring considering what just transpired, and that he’s no longer a virgin, “God, I fucking love— that game. That is the best Christmas gift ever.”

You can’t hold back your laughter this time, shaking your head at how easily he slips back into his usual self, the one that had you buying a Victoria’s Secret set in that shade of burgundy he said he didn’t like just to attempt a crazy chance at having him.

Leaning forward, you press a lingering kiss to his lips that brings you back to the realization that you finally did get to have him, before murmuring against them, “Well, that and a second round. What do you say?”

“Please.”

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By the time he was in the cab, Connor had calmed down to some extent. He and his friend had had a terrible fight in their impressive apartment on Marylebone High Street. Not only had a Wedgewood plate or two been broken in the process, but his friend had almost pushed him down the stairs. Connor had loved this man more than anything. He had been his protector. And his stallion. He had felt safe in his presence. And had been fucked like he had never been fucked before. They had had good times. But now times were bad. All they did was argue, his friend made fun of Connor publicly, calling him a pussy and a faggot in front of friends. Yet it was Connor who had brought the money into the relationship. Through the successful sale of two startups he had founded, Connor had more money than he could ever use. His friend had only brought an imposing appearance and a huge cock into the relationship.

Connor had put up with it all, but now he was afraid his friend was going to seriously hurt him. He had been crying, locked in the guest bathroom of his own apartment on the phone with his best friend. And she'd been simultaneously Googling a realtor for a refuge for Connor. Even for people of Connor's budget, immediately available properties in London weren't exactly common. But his best friend had called him back after a short while to tell him that she had found something at least for the transition.

Connor hadn't packed. He'd just grabbed his coat, pocketed his wallet and keys, and walked out of the apartment. The "Yeah, fuck off you miserable faggot" that his friend yelled into the stairwell after him had certainly been heard by all the neighbors. He could no longer return to his old home.

He had never been to Brixton in his life, Connor thought to himself. And when the cab turned into the destination street, he had to swallow. Unadorned row houses, everything a bit run down. But the house the cab stopped in front of was actually the prettiest of the row. Freshly renovated, a bit disturbing was the large modern garage that had concreted over the entire front yard. But on top of the garage, as far as he could tell, was a large roof terrace.

The realtor was waiting for him in front of the house. An unpleasant fellow, nervously smoking a cigarette. Connor hated smokers. But all right now. They shook hands, the realtor opened the door and Connor entered. The first impression was good. Bright, tidy. The furnishings were new, but unimaginative from IKEA or something similar. But that could be changed. No art on the walls, but posters, some not even framed. The motifs are already good, Connor thought with a grin. Predominantly announcements of boxing fights. Pictures of crisp men. He had little love for the working class, but horny fella's they were.

The realtor began to explain when the house was from. That it would be sold fully furnished. Directly ready to move in. That there were plenty of other interested parties. That the price was a bargain. A voice inside Connor told him that was exactly what he needed right now. Connor said he agreed, if it was okay, he'd stay right here. The realtor's mouth dropped open.

Connor had emailed his financial advisor to handle everything financial with the realtor. He had taken the key and pushed the realtor out the door. This was his house now. He had never had a house to himself before. This was his castle. He took a deep breath and felt secure.

The realtor couldn't believe his luck. The house had been unsold for over a year. The previous owner had been shot in his living room. Some gangland war or something. It had taken weeks to clean up the mess. Still, all the prospective buyers had felt uncomfortable as soon as they opened the door. He himself, too. And now this slim young man with an almost feminine appearance came and bought the house. Without batting an eye. Without trading.

Connor walked through the house. It was quite spacious. There was a living-dining room with an open kitchen downstairs and a terrace with a small garden. Upstairs were two rooms and two bathrooms. One had obviously been used as a bedroom, one as a study. A man had lived here. On the walls posters with box motifs, of motorcycles. Almost no books. And the man had been sporty. In the closet were tracksuits, sports clothes made of shiny synthetic fibers, like those worn by the men on the posters. A few pairs of jeans, a couple of jackets. My God, the morning coats took up more space in his closet than his previous owner's entire wardrobe did here. But it was perfect that he had something to change into here at all.

Lastly, Connor went to the garage. It was impressive. More like a fully equipped repair garage. With three high-horsepower looking motorcycles. And with a long wall of cabinets that held motorcycle suits, leather jackets and pants, as well as mechanic overalls. Okay, so in terms of the amount of clothing, maybe there was parity after all….

While everything else in the house looked as if its previous owner had just been out exercising, on a motorcycle ride, or at the pub, the kitchen was empty. There were no pots or anything like that. Just protein powder and bars. A few bottles of water. And a few cans of beer. He was about to grab a bottle of water when a voice told him that maybe a beer was more appropriate for the occasion. He opened a can, poured himself a glass and sat down in the TV chair. After a few sips, he fell asleep.

It was already dark outside when he woke up. My God, had he had a wild dream. He had gotten into a boxing ring. And his opponent was his friend. And he had knocked him out with one punch. He couldn't get the other crap together. He took the glass of beer and drank it down in one go. Shit, it was warm and stale. And he was hungry. If he remembered correctly, there had been a kebab joint not far away at all. That was better than nothing now. He wanted to reach for his coat, but something told him that black oxfords and a brown camel hair coat didn't go with kebabs. Even though his shoes and jacket were too big, he grabbed a bomber jacket from wardrobe, slipped on a pair of sneakers, and headed out.

At first, Connor had considered eating the kebab at home. But he was really hungry and ate it right in the snack bar, standing up. And drank a beer from a can to go with it. If his sophisticated friend could see him like that. The asshole deserved a punch in the face, he thought to himself. And cringed at the thought. Although he was right. Back home, he drank another beer. That would make him tired. He had to go to bed now.

Since he hadn't found any pajamas or anything like that in the closet, Connor had slept in his underwear. And obviously he had had a very wet dream tonight. Heck, how much had he jizzed out there? The realtor had said something about a basement, hopefully he'd find a washing machine there. But now he had to pee first. "Hey, hey, hey, mate!" That hadn't been a voice inside him now. He heard a voice. "In this house, a man sits only to shit. Pissing is standing up!" Connor was transfixed. "Trust me, mate, I only want what's best for you. Now piss, jerk off your morning wood, and then get a fucking haircut. You look like a girl." Connor was way too perplexed. Besides, the voice made him horny. Powerful, masculine, but companionable. With a heavy accent. That's how the boxers on the posters had to talk. Connor cummed. But didn't hit the toilet bowl but the toilet lid. He wanted to wipe it all away with some toilet paper, but that's when the voice spoke up again. "Nah, mate! This is your house, this is your cum. If it bothers anyone, tell them to clean it up."

The voice was right, after all. He finally had to live his life. And the voice was also right about the hairstyle. Connor wanted to change some things, the haircut was a start. But who had put his clothes on the bed for him? T-shirt, jockstrap, white socks, tracksuit. And there was a message on his cell phone. With an address. And a terse text, "Ask for Stevie." The barber wasn't far away. Because he found nothing else, Connor had eaten two protein bars for breakfast. He hadn't showered. He assumed the barber would wash his hair. He grabbed his sneakers and jacket from yesterday, got dressed, and left the house. Crazy, but he felt like the shoes fit like a glove today.

Stevie was more of a Steve. A colossus who was inked all over. He didn't ask for what Connor wanted. Stevie didn't wash his hair. Stevie only did a haircut. And it took five minutes. "Eight pounds, mate," Stevie grunted, "and tomorrow at 08:00 sharp, please." Connor left the store confused. Why tomorrow? He looked in the shop window next to the barber shop. He wasn't concerned with the offers for new cell phone contracts. He was concerned with the reflection. He looked like a chav. He looked like most men who were on the street at this hour.

On the way home, Connor had done some shopping. A few convenience foods, a few cans of beer. And a few motorcycle and martial arts magazines. Once home, he went in search of the washing machine. The entrance to the basement had been moved to the garage after the house was remodeled. And yes, there was a laundry room in the basement. Also, a storage room. But most importantly, there was the basement room under the garage. He had expected a lot of things. But not a darkroom. Fully equipped with sling and St. Andrew's cross. And most of all, with a jail cell.

There had been no net in the basement. When he got back upstairs, he had ten missed calls. His friend. He turned off the cell phone. Still, he heard a phone ring. The ringing came from the jacket he had just put on. There was a cell phone and an anonymous caller. He picked it up. And the voice told him that he could use this phone for now.

Connor took the phone, sat down in the living room, and inspected the phone thoroughly. A carelessly maintained address book. Stevie, after all, he already knew. Otherwise, mostly just abbreviated first names or cryptic ones like "Weed" or "Ink." And under Connor was his own number. Nothing surprised him anymore. Although it was actually maybe a little early, he grabbed a beer and flipped through the magazines. Fuck, they were already hot fella's. Both the lads in the leather suits and the mixed martial arts fighters. Connor jerked off more than once. It made him even more horny to cum on his torso and rub the jizz in. Hell, he had all the choices here, why didn't he put on some of the clothes here to jerk off. He tried on racing suits, boxers and mechanic overalls. Every outfit made him horny. In all of them he cummed. By now it was dark again. The house looked like a battlefield. Clothes were lying around everywhere. He himself was encrusted by the many cum. And still not showered. Then he got a WhatsApp message. From a Nick. With a location. And whether he would like to have a beer. The location was quite a distance away. But why not? He was about to call a cab when the voice came on. How many more motorcycles did he need? He was supposed to get around like a man. Hell, yes! Motorcycles were his world. So Connor put on a suit that went well with the bright red Ducati, grabbed his boots, gloves and helmet and took off.

It had been a great evening with the lads. But keeping Stevie waiting was unwise, Connor thought to himself. As he pissed, he wondered if he hadn't been circumcised. But the massive cock he held in his hands was not. He spread half of his piss on the toilet seat. Fuck, it was his piss. Even if the way to Stevie was short, he took his neon green Kawasaki Ninja for it. Today Stevie took more time and shaved bald in the sides and neck. It looked really good. Connor slipped Stevie 20 pounds, said goodbye to the lads and left the store. Shit, he didn't have any cigarettes with him. So he went to the next store, bought some cigarettes and a lighter and lit a cigarette on the next park bench. While doing so, he checked his cell phone. He still had a number of unread messages. But one was brand new: "Mate, workout at 10:00?" "Sure thing," Connor replied. He got on his bike and intuitively rode to his boxing center.

Sure Connor was a lightweight. But he worked out hard with his trainer. And technically, he wasn't bad at all. After two hours, the two were through. Connor went back to the weights for two more hours. His dream was to build mass. He never wanted to be pushed around by anyone ever again.

So slowly a new routine came into his life. Get up at 06:00, run for an hour, visit Stevie, work out. And in the evenings, roaming the pubs with the lads. Maybe with an occasional fuck in the loo. His body was developing very neatly. He'd persuaded one of the lads from the kebab shop to clean up his mess three times a week while he was out working out. Marylebone High Street was a long way away. Just as he was sitting at Stevie's one morning, he got a message. "Appointment today at 4:00 pm." The sender was Ink. He looked in the address book. Yes, there was an address listed. So he headed there after practice. Damn, why hadn't the idea come to him himself and much earlier. He was the only one of his mates without a tattoo. For a start, a full sleave was quite a good project. At least for the next few days he now had a few new appointments in his calendar.

When the inking of his arm was done, he stood in front of the mirror in the morning after taking a piss. He really liked what he saw. He saw a man who fit the house. And the house fit him. While sitting with Stevie, it occurred to him to check the voicemail on his old cell phone. His financial advisor had told him that everything was taken care of. The house was paid for and his friend's existing powers of attorney had been cancelled. Some messages were from his best friend. He wrote her a message telling her not to worry, he just needed some extended time off. And many messages were from his friend. First nasty abuse, then eventually begging and pleading. Sure, without Connor's money he was nothing. Connor sent a message with his new address "Tomorrow at 8:00 pm." He awaited his friend leaning against the window frame. The T-shirt showed off his new tattoos well. With his hands deep in the pockets of his workout pants, Connor massaged his cock. And down in his darkroom, a couple of his buddies were waiting with bulging bladders for the new piss pig to move into the cell.

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Black Friday is the ultimate shopping day, and Leatheroxide has gone all out to ensure it’s one to remember. From trendy men’s and women’s leather jackets to versatile accessories, the sale offers up to 50% off on selected items. Here’s a sneak peek at what you can expect:

Classic Leather Jackets: Elevate your style with timeless leather jackets, available in various fits and finishes. Choose from slim-fit options for a modern look or oversized designs for that effortlessly cool vibe.

Biker Jackets: Perfect for adventurous spirits, these jackets boast rugged designs, sturdy zippers, and an unbeatable edge.

Accessories: Explore a curated collection of leather wallets, belts, and handbags to complement your outfits.

Seasonal Must-Haves: Stay warm and stylish this winter with Leatheroxide’s cozy and durable outerwear.

Exclusive Deals You Can’t Miss

During the Black Friday Sale, Leatheroxide is offering exclusive deals that are bound to excite fashion enthusiasts. Whether you’re looking for a personal upgrade or gifting options for the holidays, these discounts make luxury leather affordable:

Up to 50% Off Select Styles: Save big on best-selling leather jackets, coats, and accessories.

Bundle Offers: Buy more, save more with bundle deals on jackets and wallets.

Limited-Time Flash Sales: Stay alert for hourly flash sales offering additional markdowns on already discounted items.

Free Shipping: Enjoy free delivery on orders over a certain amount.

Leather Products That Redefine Style

At Leatheroxide, each product tells a story of craftsmanship and innovation. Here’s what makes them a cut above the rest:

Premium Materials: Every item is crafted from high-quality leather that’s both durable and stylish.

Attention to Detail: From precise stitching to sturdy hardware, Leatheroxide’s products exude excellence.

Variety of Styles: Whether your style is classic, edgy, or somewhere in between, you’ll find something to match your vibe.

Shopping Tips for Black Friday Success

To make the most of the Leatheroxide Black Friday Sale, follow these tips:

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Set a Budget: While the discounts are tempting, set a budget to avoid overspending.

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With the holiday season around the corner, the Black Friday Sale at Leatheroxide is the perfect opportunity to find thoughtful and stylish gifts. A classic leather jacket or a finely crafted wallet makes for a gift that’s not only functional but also memorable.

Whether it’s a trendy piece for a loved one or a versatile accessory for yourself, Leatheroxide’s collection ensures you’ll find something exceptional.

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Leatheroxide’s online store is designed to provide a seamless shopping experience. With intuitive navigation, secure payment options, and detailed product descriptions, finding and purchasing your desired items is a breeze. Plus, the Black Friday Sale makes it even more rewarding, combining convenience with incredible savings.

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In addition to offering stylish and durable leather products, Leatheroxide is committed to sustainability. The brand ensures ethical sourcing and environmentally conscious manufacturing practices, making it a responsible choice for shoppers who care about the planet.

Don’t Miss Out!

The Leatheroxide Black Friday Sale is your chance to upgrade your wardrobe with premium leather products at unbeatable prices. With deals like these, items are flying off the shelves, so act fast to secure your favorites. Whether you’re after a statement jacket, a reliable bag, or a thoughtful gift, this sale has something for everyone.

Mark your calendars, set your reminders, and head to Leatheroxide’s website to start shopping. These deals won’t last long, and once they’re gone, they’re gone!

Final Thoughts

Black Friday is the perfect time to indulge in luxury without breaking the bank, and Leatheroxide’s sale is designed to help you do just that. With discounts on premium leather products, exclusive bundles, and free shipping, there’s never been a better time to invest in timeless fashion.

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Whumptober 2023 No. 7 - Alleyway

Scogan Bingo challenge Holding Hands

"Always knew you were a lightweight, Slim, but this is ridiculous."

Logan signaled the barkeeper of his favorite Hell's Kitchen joint that he'd be back for the bill another time – with the guy perfectly aware, Logan showed up here at least once a month to drink his weight in whiskey, not a problem, fortunately – and half-dragged, half pushed his drinking companion towards the door. If he'd stopped even for another half a minute to reach for his wallet, that would have meant Scott risking yet another fight with some random drunk bigots about a few admittedly unsavory remarks from these guys' table. It was one of these nights in which Logan was in no mood for a wholly avoidable brawl. That had not been the idea, coming to this place.

In theory, the plan had sounded good, getting the X-Men's team leader finally out of the house again for once, after Logan had watched the guy run himself into the ground in depression and grief after Alkali Lake for almost half a year now. In practice, it had turned out, Scott Summers on his third tequila was even more a righteous ass than sober Scott Summers. Plus, Logan hadn’t taken into account reports about yet another senate debate on mutant registration showing on the bar's huge flatscreen instead of the usual Friday night football rerun. Or that famously, Scott was equipped with the self-preservation skill of a lemming on the best of days, especially when he saw an opening to lecture someone against their will. Halfway through a fourth cocktail, the guy had stopped caring for good, how large and aggressive that group was that he'd been deadset on pissing off there. Charming as it could be occasionally, watching someone usually very smart, eloquent, and sharp-tongued take someone down a notch … If there was one thing Logan had learned in few years of his life that he could only remember, getting by on his own in the streets, it was to choose his battles wisely. Scott was very welcome to try and improve people's opinions on their race again tomorrow, preferably with an audience actually willing to listen, as far as Logan was concerned. Right now, all he cared about was getting that idiot by his side home, before Scott would end up getting himself in real trouble. Not that Logan thought either of them had any real danger to fear from normal people. But the last thing mutant world needed right now was bad press regarding the staff of a school that was far too much in the focus of the public eye since the whole Stryker crisis as it was. Sadly, such arguments were apparently not accessible to a mind more booze-clouded by the second, not least thanks to the icy November air hitting them in the face when they finally left the smoke-filled joint behind. "Wanna tell me what that was about? When did you start running from fights?" Scott was indeed so out it by now that he was starting to stagger, to slur his words, but somehow, unbelievably, that annoying bastard was still complaining, glaring at Logan from the side, a dangerous flash of red behind his glasses indicating how pissed off he was about having been taken out of the escalation before it could really start. Then he quickly turned his gaze forward again though because he'd damn nearly walked into a street lamp.

"When Ol' Baldy at home threatened to stop bailing me out," Logan answered dryly, discreetly steering Scott aside by the sleeve of his leather jacket, around the corner into a less crowded street, because his companion was talking far too loudly for his taste, and people were staring. "Jail cots are a pain for my stature and weight. Those fuckers in the bar had knives, in case you missed that. How do you think that would have ended, no matter who'd draw the first blood? Authorities aren’t exactly on our side lately."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. If we run and hide every time someone is spreading lies, how do you expect to change that?" Only even more enraged, Scott took a few steps backward, with his hands on his hips, to stare at Logan in challenge but quickly turned back again when he almost dripped over a protruding cobblestone. "If we don't speak up against public bigotry like that, in our position, no one will. Did you hear those assholes?"

Without even thinking much about it, Logan reached for Scott's arm again to pull him closer and this time didn’t let go, lest Scott could earn even more bruises, running into house entrances or flower troughs. With no stars out and heavy rain starting to fall now on top, visibility in this almost unlit alleyway was shitty even for Logan's enhanced senses. Thanks to Scott's limited vision, without a little friendly support, guy would look like he actually had gotten beaten up by the time Logan would have maneuvered him into the next best available bed. Besides, the man just wouldn’t shut up, so Logan had no choice but being abundantly frank about why he'd really had to step in earlier, though Scott usually was capable of taking care of himself. Such disgusting truths were easier to convey, coming with a supportive squeeze of that muscular arm under his hand. "I heard them, alright. Heard them whisper to themselves long before you even noticed them. Enhanced hearing can be a bitch. You want to know in detail how they fantasized about all they wanted to do to a pretty mutie face like yours? There's some people who are just not worth the trouble, Slim."

"Wouldn’t be my first rodeo. Didn’t know you suddenly cared so much about my well-being, Claws." That came out with a lot less bite than it would have been just a year ago which was just as well because Logan also didn’t fight unworthy opponents and therefore really didn’t feel like punching the guy in the dick for such an uncalled-for dig. Actually, they'd grown a lot closer than that after Jean's death, especially with Charles drowning in grief and guilt more and more by the month, which left Scott and him with the not-inconsiderable task of running that damn school basically all by themselves, together with Ororo. Scott still had his bouts of lethargy and breakdowns in which they were clashing more than usual, and Logan definitely knew better now than to think, an occasional bender downtown would be the right medicine for that … But most of the time, they were fine these days, as team partners, workmates and occasionally, indeed, as something like friends.

More than that, maybe, as Logan allowed himself to vaguely indulge in thinking lately, given there was also a remarkable amount of suppressed hormones and raging pheromones involved whenever the two of them were alone, but he'd never been in a lot of hurry about such things. And this definitely wasn’t a night to discuss such emotional complications. "I don't but I get paid to be your shield and I really need that end-of-the-year bonus for a new car," he thus answered dryly enough to get it through even to Scott's compromised brain that he wasn’t being serious. "Speaking of it …" With an unnerved sigh, he held Scott back by his hand this time, to slow him down, when Scott just huffed and dramatically strode ahead, with square shoulders, his head held high, obviously hurt in his pride. And apparently missing that that gap between two overflowing trash bins they had to pass was too narrow for stomping straight through. "Jesus, Slim, your peripheral vision is even worse when you're wasted. Do me a solid and stay behind me." His impatience to get to the damn car growing, Logan sneaked his way past Scott's taller, thinner silhouette without letting go of him but then suddenly froze in his tracks when he spotted a few burly, familiar shapes emerging at the end of the almost unlit street, blades out, each sporting huge, anticipating grins on their faces.

These motherfuckers from the bar had followed them and cut off their way.

"Muties and fags, huh? Someone's really asking for it," one of the men hissed as Logan instinctively came to stand in front of Scott. The guy had an open beer bottle in his hand that he generously helped himself to while playing with the switchblade in his hand. His racing heartbeat and the sour stench of battle adrenaline made the group's intention very clear before they even started coming closer. "Tell you what, mutt, you give us the prettyboy, then maybe we won't slice you open like a turkey too. Come on, it's not like you can't find a slut with such whore lips around every corner."

"That's gonna be a problem, no offense." Scott had not only used the moment that Logan had given him, shielding him from the group's sights, to switch his glasses for the VISOR in his jacket pocket, as Logan could make out with a tense glance back from the corner of his eyes. Within half a minute, the guy had also become entirely sober. And apparently, in spite of all big peace-making plans and noble intentions, even Scott had a bullshit tolerance limit when it came to trying to make people see the wrong of their ways. His grim smile these bastards' way was vicious, unblinking, his strong jawline working with aggression, held high, as his whole posture turned from intoxicated resignation into unfazed determination within a breath, all patience from that debate earlier replaced by provocative nonchalance and the unapologetic fearlessness of someone who wasn’t only desperate to make the world a better place but also had no problem bending it to his will if all other means failed. "You see, guys, I can be awfully jealous. And that one's mine." The whole sight was far sexier than it should be which was probably why Logan didn’t even think of resisting, not even out of dumbfounded confusion when Scott used their proximity to lean in for a kiss just as entirely unexpected as long yearned-for.

That this was only spite, of course, and a distraction, obviously, couldn’t hold back a wave of so-far well-controlled want exploding in Logan's midsection like a tidal wave. He had to try hard for a moment, not to push the guy back against the nearest wall in response to kiss him senseless in return, danger from a couple of low-life hillbillies a couple of feet away be damned. He probably could have gutted these assholes with his middle claw without even letting go or looking anyway.

But since Logan had already decided earlier, these people weren’t worth yet another police record on his list, he wasn’t too unhappy when Scott used the moment as the group screamed out in anger over that theatric reaction to their threats and came running at them blindly, in a row and far too close as the run-down street only allowed. Which made for a most satisfying image when Scot made his shot, creating a huge hole in the ground with his blasts right before the leader's feet and the man fell hard on his face, his friends all crashing into him and each other. A ramshackle entrance door next to them shot in just the right angle so that it dropped on top of the groaning group, made sure for good that they wouldn’t be any more trouble for the moment.

Taking the shortcut through that very house and its back door back to the main street, Scott and Logan could slip away from the scene easily and finally make it to the car before any more unwelcome issues could stall them. Only once they'd left downtown behind and could be sure they weren’t followed, with Scott switching his VISOR for his glasses again, he seemed to really realize what had happened there, and the most adorable blush Logan had ever seen spread on his cheeks. "Uh."

"So, I'm yours, huh?" Logan sought Scott's gaze in the rear mirror, letting him know with a lazy grin he wasn’t averse to this development in the least.

"That wasn’t … I mean, I was only trying …" Scott buried his face in his hands in embarrassment but looked up again with a shaky breath when Logan rested one hand on his thigh, in a gesture at least as possessive as that little stunt earlier. No, Scott Summers wasn’t someone to shy away from a challenge, given enough time, not even one concerning his troubled private life it seemed. "I guess, yeah. If you want the job. It's not exactly an easy one, you know."

"Guys like us don't do easy." Logan gave that attractive, long leg a firm squeeze, nothing short of a promise, before letting go again because that wasn’t happening before he could be sure the guy would have sobered up all the way. Every now and then, he could actually be a gentleman. And there was no hurry about anything as he knew now. Not now when Scott would hopefully finally let him in all the way. Or at least enough to pull him back from that abyss that Jean's death had created in his life – in both their lives – for good. "Far as I'm concerned? Worth it though."

Scott's still slightly abashed but very sincere smile as he was the one to reach for Logan's hand again this time said enough.

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Men's Cargo Pants: The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Right Pair

When it comes to versatile and practical clothing, cargo pants for men have earned their spot in wardrobes around the world. These stylish yet functional pants are perfect for a variety of occasions, from casual outings to outdoor adventures. But with so many options available, how do you choose the right pair? Let’s break it down together!

A Brief History of Cargo Pants

Cargo pants trace their roots back to the 1930s when they were first introduced as part of military uniforms. Soldiers needed durable, functional clothing that could hold essential gear, leading to the design of pants with large pockets. Fast forward to the 1990s, and cargo pants exploded in popularity among civilians, becoming a go-to choice for casual wear.

Why Choose Cargo Pants?

Functionality and Versatility

One of the biggest draws of cargo pants is their functionality. With spacious pockets, they allow you to carry essentials like your phone, wallet, or even snacks without needing a bag. Whether you're hiking, running errands, or just hanging out with friends, cargo pants provide convenience that other styles often lack.

Comfort and Style

Cargo pants are designed for comfort. Their relaxed fit allows for easy movement, making them ideal for active lifestyles. Plus, they come in various styles���from classic to modern—so you can easily find a pair that suits your personal aesthetic. Who says you can’t be comfortable and stylish at the same time?

Types of Cargo Pants

Classic Cargo Pants

These are the traditional cargo pants featuring a baggy fit and multiple side pockets. They’re perfect for those who prioritize functionality over everything else. Classic cargo pants work well with casual t-shirts or hoodies for a laid-back look.

Tapered and Slim Fit Cargo Pants

If you prefer a more tailored appearance, tapered or slim-fit cargo pants might be your best bet. These styles offer a modern silhouette while still retaining the practicality of cargo pockets. Pair them with a fitted shirt or a stylish jacket for an effortlessly chic outfit.

Shorts and Hybrid Styles

Don’t forget about cargo shorts! Ideal for warmer weather, these provide the same functionality as their long counterparts but keep you cool during hot days. Hybrid styles that combine features of both cargo pants and shorts are also becoming popular—perfect for those who want versatility in their wardrobe.

How to Choose the Right Pair

Consider Your Lifestyle

Before purchasing cargo pants, think about how you plan to wear them. Are you looking for something rugged for outdoor activities? Or do you need a pair that’s stylish enough for casual outings? Understanding your lifestyle will help narrow down your options.

Fit and Size Matters

The fit is crucial when it comes to choosing cargo pants. Make sure they’re not too tight or too loose; you want enough room to move comfortably without feeling baggy. Check size charts from different brands since sizing can vary significantly.

Styling Your Cargo Pants

Casual Looks for Everyday Wear

For a relaxed everyday look, pair your cargo pants with a simple t-shirt or a casual button-up shirt. Sneakers or slip-on shoes complete this effortless outfit. Don’t hesitate to roll up the cuffs for an added touch of style!

Dressing Up Your Cargo Pants

Believe it or not, you can dress up cargo pants! Opt for a sleek pair in a darker color and team them with a blazer or tailored jacket. Finish off with loafers or smart boots for an outfit that’s perfect for casual Fridays at work or dinner dates.

Caring for Your Cargo Pants

To keep your cargo pants looking fresh and lasting longer, follow care instructions carefully. Most can be machine washed on cold settings; however, always check the label first. Avoid excessive drying in high heat to prevent shrinking or fading. In conclusion, men’s cargo pants are more than just practical—they’re stylish too! With various types available and countless ways to style them, there’s no reason not to add a couple of pairs to your wardrobe. Whether you're heading out on an adventure or just chilling at home, cargo pants are your ultimate companion. So go ahead—find your perfect pair today.

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Increase Shopify Sales with Properly Uploaded and Optimized Products

Boosting your Shopify sales begins with properly uploading and optimizing your products, a key aspect of Shopify Product Upload Services provided by Aumtec Solutions. A well-organized product catalog enhances user experience, builds trust, and significantly increases your conversion rate. Let’s break down the steps:

Use High-Quality Images

Your product images are the first impression customers have. Use professional, high-resolution images that showcase your product from multiple angles, include zoom options, and highlight details. If possible, add lifestyle images showing the product in use. Compress images appropriately to maintain quality while ensuring fast page loading times, which is crucial for retaining customer interest.

Craft Detailed Product Descriptions

Your product description should go beyond basic details. Write engaging content that emphasizes the product’s key features, benefits, and unique selling points. Use sensory words that evoke emotion or visualization and provide dimensions, materials, or compatibility information when relevant. Bullet points help make your descriptions skimmable and easy to digest.

Optimize Titles and Meta Descriptions

Create product titles that are concise but descriptive, incorporating relevant keywords. For example, "Men’s Leather Wallet – Slim, RFID Blocking, Brown" is more effective than "Leather Wallet." Meta descriptions should summarize the product and include a compelling call-to-action, such as “Shop now for fast delivery and great prices!”

Utilize SEO Best Practices

Integrate SEO techniques to make your products more discoverable. Use target keywords naturally in your titles, descriptions, alt text for images, and URLs. Adding structured data allows search engines to display extra details like pricing, availability, and reviews directly in search results, which improves click-through rates.

Enable Easy Navigation

Organize products into categories that make sense for your customers, such as “Women’s Clothing” or “Electronics.” Use tags for filtering options like size, color, and price. This simplifies the shopping experience and ensures customers find what they’re looking for quickly.

Showcase Reviews and Testimonials

Customer reviews and testimonials are powerful tools for building trust. Display star ratings, detailed customer feedback, and photos shared by real buyers. Positive reviews not only reassure new customers but also improve your product’s ranking in Shopify’s search results.

Ensure Mobile Optimization

A significant portion of online shopping happens on mobile devices. Make sure your product pages are mobile-friendly, with easy-to-click buttons, fast loading speeds, and a responsive design. Test your site on various devices to ensure a seamless user experience.

By investing in proper product uploads and optimization through Shopify Product Upload Services from Aumtec Solutions, you create a professional storefront that attracts, engages, and converts visitors into loyal customers.

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Pure Leather Wallet for Men by Hiroshi – Wine Bi-Fold Collection

The Hiroshi Leather Paul Collection Wine Bi-Fold Wallet is a symbol of sophistication and functionality, crafted to meet the needs of modern men. Made with a pure leather wallet for men, this wallet combines premium quality, style, and practicality in a single design. Its timeless wine colour and intricate detailing make it a standout accessory that complements every look. Whether you’re heading to a formal event or running errands, this wallet ensures you do it in style.

Why Choose a Pure Leather Wallet for Men?

A pure leather wallet for men is more than just an accessory; it’s a statement of class and durability. Hiroshi’s Wine Bi-Fold Wallet is crafted from the finest materials, ensuring it ages gracefully over time. Unlike synthetic wallets, genuine leather wallet mens products develop a unique patina that enhances their beauty and charm.

For men who value quality, investing in a genuine leather wallet mens product is a perfect choice. The Hiroshi Wine Bi-Fold Wallet not only looks good but also delivers unmatched performance with its sturdy stitching and spacious compartments. Its slim profile adds to the convenience, ensuring it fits perfectly in your pocket without creating a bulky look. This is why it’s considered one of the best slim wallets for men available today.

Features of the Hiroshi Leather Paul Collection Wallet

High-Quality MaterialsThis wallet is crafted from 100% pure leather, ensuring durability and luxury. Its smooth texture and rich wine colour make it an elegant pure leather wallet for men who appreciate fine craftsmanship.

Compact DesignDespite its spaciousness, this wallet has a slim structure, making it a favourite among those who prefer slim wallets for men. It easily fits into pockets without creating discomfort or bulge, making it a practical choice for daily use.

Functional and StylishThe bi-fold design offers plenty of room to organise essentials like cash, cards, and IDs while maintaining a sleek appearance. The genuine leather wallet mens design ensures you carry your essentials securely and stylishly.

Rich DetailingThe attention to detail, from the precise stitching to the minimalist branding, makes the Hiroshi Wallet a standout piece. Its timeless design ensures it remains trendy year after year.

The Importance of Slim Wallets for Men

In today’s fast-paced world, men are shifting towards slim wallets for men who prioritise functionality without compromising on style. A slim wallet is lightweight, easy to carry, and helps avoid clutter.

The Hiroshi Wine Bi-Fold Wallet perfectly meets these criteria. Its compact design caters to men who prefer minimalism while providing enough room for essentials. For those seeking slim wallets for men that combine convenience with elegance, this wallet is an ideal choice.

Why is the Hiroshi Wine Bi-Fold Wallet a Must-Have?

VersatilityThe Hiroshi Wallet is perfect for every occasion, from casual outings to formal events. Its neutral wine tone complements a variety of outfits and styles, making it an essential pure leather wallet for men.

DurabilityCrafted from pure leather, this wallet is built to last. Its superior quality ensures it withstands daily wear and tear, making it a reliable companion for years. A genuine leather wallet mens product like this is an investment that pays off in durability and style.

Style StatementWith its sleek design and rich colour, this wallet adds a touch of sophistication to your overall look. It’s not just an accessory; it’s a reflection of your personality. Whether you prefer slim wallets for men or a classic bi-fold design, this wallet strikes the perfect balance.

Caring for Your Pure Leather Wallet

To maintain the elegance of your pure leather wallet for men, follow these tips:

Keep it Clean: Use a soft, damp cloth to wipe off dirt and dust regularly.

Avoid Moisture: While leather is durable, prolonged exposure to moisture can damage it. Store your wallet in a dry place.

Use Leather Conditioner: Apply a leather conditioner occasionally to keep it supple and prevent cracks.

Taking care of a genuine leather wallet mens accessory ensures it remains as stylish and functional as the day you bought it.

Conclusion

The Hiroshi Leather Paul Collection Wine Bi-Fold Wallet is the epitome of luxury and functionality. As one of the best pure leather wallets for men, it meets the demands of modern life with its durability, style, and practicality. Whether you’re looking for a genuine leather wallet mens design or a sleek slim wallets for men, this wallet ticks all the boxes.

Upgrade your accessory game today with the Hiroshi Wine Bi-Fold Wallet—a timeless piece that effortlessly blends sophistication with utility. It’s more than just a wallet; it’s an investment in style and quality.

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From Commutes to Casual Outings: How to Style Men's Jackets for Every Occasion

Being the most versatile piece in the wardrobe, jackets in winter can be styled in several ways. Providing you warmth, protecting you from rain, and even completing your outfit, jackets are a go-to for every event and every situation. They are functionality and looks combined, here is a practical guide to style your jackets for different occasions. 

The commute jacket: traveling regularly? This definitely calls for a jacket that keeps you dry and warm without being too bulky for traveling. The best options for commute jackets are: 

Bomber jacket: easy to style, a bomber jacket is a good option for traveling. It keeps you warm without being too bulky and serves a sharp and stylish look when paired with formals or even semi-formals. Bomber jackets go well with slim-fit chinos. 

Trench coat: aligning with your work fit, a trench coat is a perfect option for rainy days.

Field jacket: the jacket has a lot of pockets, which makes carrying essentials like a phone, keys, and a wallet easy. 

Casual jackets: jackets that are comfortable enough for running errands are essential. Offering you comfort, warmth, and a laid-back look, here are some options you can consider. 

Denim jacket: a classic casual jacket that pairs with almost everything is a must-have. Regardless of the style and time, denims are always in. 

Utility jacket: perfect for daytime activities, a utility jacket is a practical choice with a number of pockets. 

Chore jacket: offering a smart and casual look, a chore jacket is perfect for the weekend, serving a rugged look.

For a polished but relaxed look: if you want to look put-together without being overdressed, here are some options of jackets for you. 

Blazer: a well-fitted blazer is an all-in-one statement piece that can perfectly fit in work meetings and seamlessly transition into a fit for dinner dates. 

Wool overcoat: a wool overcoat is a combination of style and practicality. Giving you a cozy look, the coat keeps you warm in chilly weather. 

Outdoor adventure: for hiking and trekking, you need a jacket that is durable, functional, and weather-appropriate. Gokyo has an excellent collection of jackets for mens in winter. Following are some options you can consider.

Rain jacket: the weather can be unpredictable at times; therefore, it is essential to equip yourself with things to cope with the surprises. A rain jacket is a must to protect yourself from rain and stuff. 

Down jacket: a down jacket keeps you warm even in cold weather without being too heavy. 

A shell jacket: for heavy outdoor activity, a jacket that offers water resistance, breathability, and functionality is a great pick. 

Conclusion: 

Along with keeping you warm, a jacket can work as a statement piece in your outfit. It is important to understand what suits what occasion to always stand out amongst the crowd. This blog is here to figure out how to style your jackets. Explore Gokyo, which has a wide range of jackets, from normal jackets to vest jacket it has everything you can ask for. 

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Sociable

She could walk into a lion’s den and come out with the cats licking her palms. Personable, poised and in possession of an uncanny sensitivity to the emotional needs of others, she was something of a social prodigy. She just instinctively knew how to make people feel good and was able to infuse them with confidences they had never before thought were theirs. From wall flowers enticed to bloom to shells shucked or raving narcissists humbled, she was able to reach in massage and tease out the better qualities of people with a talent that not only allowed but uniquely encouraged engagement. These same properties also worked equally well when caregiving or taming the more contrary of contrarians. In sum, she embodied a magical mix of eye-catching good looks, frank sensuality and a charismatic presence that energized pretty much everything within her compass. 

I recall one evening in particular when we were attending a casual after-seminar gathering. The venue was large and the sixty or so people there had dispersed into small conversational clusters. We entered the hall together and by the number of abruptly raised eyebrows it was obvious she had become immediately conspicuous. Of course part of the focus owed to her cover girl features, but more than that it was the platinum blonde hair and admittedly suggestive attire that ignited sporadic kibitzing about the little bombshell who had just arrived. Evidently, she had a young Marilyn Monroe in mind when choosing her outfit for the evening. Having poured herself into a pair of slim-fit jeans, she topped them off with a thin white pullover v-neck sweater, the tightness of which accentuated her normally modest breasts into looking distractingly more ample than usual. A black mesh kerchief tied high around her neck and bright red lipstick outlining her expansive smile, it seemed as though she just stepped out of a “River of No Return” remake. 

Asked to have a word with our executive director, I left her to mingle as I knew she would. Walking along solo the streetlights streaming through the hall’s high windows glanced off her lilting hair, creating a silken silver sheen. Her slightly abbreviated stride hinted at that disarmingly side-to-side Chaplinesque gait she frequently adopted when excited or signaling good cheer. Black stiletto heels clicking lightly on the parquet floor she gravitated toward the middle of the room. Centrality was favored because it afforded the best position for identifying persons of interest. Her progress unraveled a trail of swiveling heads. Men with tingling in their dingling ogled blatantly. Agog others, when discovered by their partners, simply shrugged a “Yeah, you caught me,” smirk. Shyer guys, overwhelmed, averted their gaze altogether. Older women rolled their eyes and younger ones went back and forth between glaring daggers and trading exaggerated looks. She was nothing short of a goddamned glittering ornament.

As was all too frequently the case, when she arrived at mid court a big bad ego wasted no time swooping in like a peregrine falcon.

“Getting kinda warm in here, don’t you think?” 

Steeped in fielding all kinds of advances while beautifying everything from Mercedes automobiles to taffy truffles, she reflexively morphed into her mental martial arts mode. In a gesture of greeting she extended her left hand, a tactic she used to detect wedding rings when they weren’t overtly apparent. Rings offered inquires into wives and children and sometimes even disarmed hitters enough to have them produce wallet photos. From across the room, the left-hand shake tipped me off as to what was transpiring.

“Hello, I‘m here with Main Street Community Residences.”

Right away she established herself as having a professional purpose.

No ring on this jamoke unfortunately allowed him the next line.

“Why don’t we go outside where you can take that hot sweater off and be more comfortable.”

Her reply came crafted to remain polite, demonstrate savvy and at the same time recruit a little levity in an effort to avoid any of the defensiveness that an embarrassment might incite.

“Hey, don’t I remember seeing you at that sexual harassment training a few months ago?”

That put a smile on Bozo’s face as well as causing him a moment’s pause, the cunning brush back rocking him to his heels slightly.

Seeing her chance, she moved in to deliver the second of the old one, two.

“I’ve got a joke for you. Knock, knock?”

“Who’s there?”, he conceded.

“Boo.”

“Boo, who?”

“Please don’t feel bad. I know that in a way you’re kind of paying a backhanded compliment. Another time, another place.... but this ain’t it! Right now I’d really appreciate it if you’d just not.” With that, she turned her back and made comment to a middle-aged lady nearby.

“I really like your hair. Where did you have it done?”

Guilty of misjudgment but self-esteem intact, the predator retracted his talons and strolled away.

“Gee, you look so fit too. Do you do Pilates or yoga or something?”

“Oh, thank you my dear, you’re so sweet. No nothing like that, but my husband and I are ballroom dancers.”

“A dancer! Well, that explains those gams.”

Within minutes the woman was relating as though she had just run into her long-lost niece. In a bit, she invited a few friends over. After that more ladies joined the huddle and soon daughters and other youngsters were summoned to meet the new acquaintance animatedly charming them all.

Before the evening was through she had coupled a pair of awkwardly solitary souls, held court with a trio of guys virtually holding paws up begging for her attention and in finale walked out of the event arm-in-arm with two of the youthful ladies whose earlier jealousy would’ve burned her at the stake.

The takeaway from this clinic in sociability was the fact that though she could clearly have her pick of countless folks to focus on, she was instead zeroing in on yours truly, a phenomenon fraught with the uneasy sense that should this good fortune cookie be opened the message might read, “Too good to be true.”

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Old Money Aesthetic for A Classic Wardrobe

In the ever-changing world of fashion, the "old money outfits" look really does remain constant as a hallmark of class, sophistication, and luxury. The old money look is all about timelessness: pieces that have stood the test of time and may be worn for years if not decades. Let's dive into the classic wardrobe essentials of this classy style.

1. The Navy Blazer: The Cornerstone of Elegance

No old money outfits for men's wardrobes are complete without a navy blazer. It's all-purpose from casual brunches to events that are more on the semi-formal side of the spectrum, so rest assured the navy blazer will be there for you when you need it.

Fabric: The best quality wool or cashmere is suitable. The fabric should have a smooth texture and its construction should be perfect.

Fit: Tailoring is everything. The blazer should fit snug across the shoulder area.

Details: Classic gold or brass buttons lend a hint of heritage to the look.

2. Crisp White Dress Shirt: The Foundation of Sophistication

A crisp white shirt is the backbone of any old money fashion style. It's a base that can really be worn with nearly anything-from suits to casual chinos. The key here is the quality of the fabric and the precision of the tailoring.

Fabric: Egyptian or Sea Island cotton, for its softness and durability.

Collar: Classic spread or point collar; it should contain stiffeners that hold it sharp.

Cuff: French cuffs are a must for formal occasions, paired with understated cufflinks.

3. Well-Tailored Trousers: The Epitome of Grace

Trousers are not an afterthought when it comes to old money clothes; instead, they're a statement of luxury. Well-tailored trousers should have a clean line, sitting comfortably at the waist and tapering slightly towards the ankle.

Material: Rich drape, excellent durability in wool flannel or high-twist wool.

Fit: The fit should be classic-not too slim, not too loose. Trousers should break just at the shoe.

Details: Pleats can add a traditional touch, while side adjusters need a belt, maintaining a clean line.

4. The Trench Coat: Timeless Outerwear

The trench coat is really the epitome of sophisticated outerwear. Though its origins may lie in the military, it has long since found its place in the closets of someone with an eye for eternal style.

Material: One possibility is cotton, waterproof and breathable.

Color: The most versatile colors are traditional khaki or navy.

Length: A knee-length coat is the most traditional, offering protection from the elements while maintaining a sharp silhouette.

5. Penny Loafers: The Embodiment of Understated Luxury

Footwear in the old money fashion is all about quality and craftsmanship. Penny loafers smack the balanced idea between comfort and style.

Material: Opt for full-grain leather, which is strong and develops a wonderful patina over time.

Black or brown always look classic.

6. The Cashmere Sweater: A Touch of Luxurious Warmth

Nothing feels quite as comfortable and classy as a cashmere sweater when the weather turns cool. This can be worn in conjunction with a shirt or on its own for more relaxed tailoring.

Fabric:  Pure cashmere is the gold standard for its softness and warmth.

Style: A crewneck or V-neck in a neutral color such as navy, grey, or camel is the most versatile.

Care: For best care, do a dry clean.

7. Leather Accessories: Subtle Yet Significant

Accessories are never gaudy but always of the highest quality; leather belts, wallets, and briefcases add a touch of class.

Belt: A plain leather belt with brass or silver buckle, of the same color as your shoes.

Wallet: A slim, minimalist wallet of genuine and high-quality leather is necessary.

Briefcase: A leather case, preferably deep brown or black in color, suits like no other accessory does.

8. Bespoke Suits: The Pinnacle of Tailoring

The bespoke suit is the ultimate expression of the old money outfits for men. Unlike off-the-rack suits, a bespoke suit is made to measure, ensuring a perfect fit and unparalleled comfort.

Material: Wool is in high demand because it provides an excellent blend of softness and durability.

Style: A classic two-button, single-breasted jacket with notch lapels is timeless.

Conclusion

Achieving the old money look is about more than just the clothes you wear; it’s about understated elegance and timeless sophistication.  The key to this is investing in high-quality, well-tailored pieces.  By focusing on these classic wardrobe essentials, you’ll not only look the part but also feel confident and comfortable in any setting. Whether dressing up or dressing down, it's an old money aesthetic outfit that will keep one looking at their most refined.

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Must-Have Office Leather Items for Men: The Best Office Leather Wallets and Backpacks

In today’s professional world, having the right accessories can make a lasting impression. Leather products, known for their durability and timeless appeal, have become essential for any man looking to elevate his office style. Whether it’s a sleek office leather wallet for men or a versatile office leather backpack for men, these items bring both functionality and sophistication to your daily routine. Let's explore the must-have office leather items that combine practicality with a polished professional look.

1. Office Leather Wallet for Men: The Perfect Blend of Style and Function

An office leather wallet for men is one of the most essential accessories for the modern professional. A well-crafted leather wallet speaks volumes about your attention to detail and style. It’s more than just a place to store your cards and cash—it’s a statement piece that shows you care about the finer things in life.

Here’s why you need a leather wallet for the office:

Slim and Professional: A slim leather wallet easily fits into your pocket without adding bulk, making it ideal for office settings where appearance matters.

Durability: Made from high-quality leather, these wallets age beautifully over time, developing a unique patina that adds to their charm.

Organization: Many office leather wallets feature multiple card slots, an ID window, and a secure place for cash, ensuring that you stay organized during business meetings and commutes.

When selecting a leather wallet, opt for classic colors like black, brown, or tan to maintain a sleek and professional look. Whether you prefer a bifold or minimalist cardholder, a good leather wallet is a long-term investment that enhances your office ensemble.

2. Office Leather Backpack for Men: Practicality Meets Professionalism

For men who need to carry more than just the basics, an office leather backpack for men is the perfect solution. Unlike traditional fabric backpacks, leather backpacks offer a refined, professional appearance that’s suitable for any corporate environment.

A well-designed leather backpack combines the following features:

Sophisticated Look: Leather backpacks instantly upgrade your style, blending seamlessly with formal office attire while providing the convenience of carrying essential items like laptops, notebooks, and documents.

Ample Storage: Many office leather backpacks come with padded laptop compartments, interior pockets for small items, and plenty of room for files or gadgets. This makes them ideal for those who need to bring work home or attend meetings throughout the day.

Comfort and Durability: Despite their polished exterior, these backpacks are comfortable to wear, with adjustable straps and ergonomic designs. Full-grain leather backpacks are incredibly durable, making them a smart investment that will last for years.

Choose a leather backpack in neutral shades like black or dark brown for a versatile option that complements both casual and formal office settings.

3. Other Must-Have Office Leather Items

Beyond wallets and backpacks, several other office leather items can help complete your professional look. Here are a few additional leather accessories every man should consider:

a. Leather Laptop Sleeves : A leather laptop sleeve is both practical and stylish. It offers extra protection for your device and adds a professional touch when you pull it out during meetings or presentations.

b. Leather Briefcases : For a more traditional option, a leather briefcase is a timeless office accessory. It provides ample space for documents, laptops, and other essentials while maintaining a classic business look.

c. Leather Desk Accessories : Office leather items like leather desk pads, organizers, and pen holders not only help keep your workspace tidy but also add a touch of luxury to your office environment.

d. Leather Key Holders : A leather key holder is a small but essential accessory that ensures your keys stay organized and protected, preventing scratches on other items in your bag.

Conclusion

Investing in high-quality office leather items can enhance your professional image while offering practical benefits for your daily office routine. Whether you’re looking for a sleek office leather wallet for men, a durable office leather backpack for men, or other essential leather accessories, these products will boost both your style and functionality.

To know more about the office leather items, office leather wallet for men or office leather backpack for men We recommend you to visit the Attree Leather-products, as it is the best genuine leather products.

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Discover the Best Luxury Gifts for Men

Finding the perfect gift for the man who has everything can be a challenge, but luxury gifts are always a great choice. They combine elegance, quality, and functionality, making them memorable and cherished. Here are some top picks for luxury gifts for men that are sure to impress, available at Editorialist.com.

Why Choose Luxury Gifts?

Luxury gifts stand out due to their superior craftsmanship, high-quality materials, and timeless appeal. They are not just items but experiences that convey thoughtfulness and appreciation. Whether it’s for a birthday, anniversary, or any special occasion, a luxury gift can make a lasting impression.

Top Picks for Luxury Gifts for Men

Nordgreen The Pioneer Watch: This minimalist Scandinavian design watch is perfect for the modern man. It combines elegance with functionality, making it a versatile accessory for any outfit.

Gucci Guilty Cologne: A modern and exotic fragrance, Gucci Guilty is a bold choice for the man who loves to stand out. Its unique blend of notes creates a captivating scent that lasts all day.

Bellroy Note Sleeve Wallet: This smart and slim wallet is designed for the man who values both style and practicality. It offers ample space for cards and cash while maintaining a sleek profile.

LARQ Self-cleaning Water Bottle: Combining style with technology, this water bottle uses UV-C LED light to purify water and clean the bottle, making it a perfect gift for the health-conscious man.

Montblanc Meisterstück LeGrand Ballpoint Pen: A luxurious and personalized pen that exudes sophistication. It’s perfect for the man who appreciates fine writing instruments.

Bose Noise-canceling Wireless Headphones: These headphones offer powerful sound and comfort, making them ideal for travel or daily use. They provide an immersive listening experience with top-notch noise cancellation.

Rimowa Leather Briefcase: This suave and spacious briefcase is perfect for the professional man. It combines functionality with a sleek design, making it a stylish accessory for the office.

Canada Goose Fleece Pullover: A warm and weather-resistant pullover that combines comfort with style. It’s perfect for outdoor adventures or casual wear.

How to Choose the Right Luxury Gift

Consider His Interests: Think about what he enjoys. If he loves technology, consider gadgets like the LARQ water bottle or Bose headphones. For fashion enthusiasts, a designer watch or wallet might be ideal.

Quality Over Quantity: Luxury gifts are about quality, not quantity. Choose items that are well-made and durable.

Personalization: Adding a personal touch, such as engraving his initials on a pen or wallet, can make the gift even more special.

Conclusion

Choosing luxury gifts for men ensures that you’re giving something thoughtful, high-quality, and memorable. From elegant watches and sophisticated fragrances to practical yet stylish accessories, there’s a luxury gift to suit every taste and occasion. Explore these top picks and more at Editorialist.com to find the perfect gift that will leave a lasting impression.

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Discover the Latest Men’s Fashion Sale at Alltrade.ae

Are you ready to elevate your wardrobe without breaking the bank? Alltrade.ae brings you an exciting Men’s Fashion Sale that offers unbeatable deals on top-quality fashion essentials. Whether you’re looking for stylish casual wear, sleek formal attire, or trendy accessories, our sale has something for every occasion.

Why Shop the Men’s Fashion Sale at Alltrade?

At Alltrade.ae, we believe that style shouldn’t come at a high cost. Our Men’s Fashion Sale is designed to provide you with the best of both worlds — affordability and fashion-forward choices. Here’s why you don’t want to miss out:

· Wide Range of Styles: From casual tees to elegant suits, explore a variety of options to suit your style and budget.

· Top Brands: Get your hands on clothing from some of the most sought-after fashion brands at discounted prices.

· Seasonal Collections: Whether you’re gearing up for winter or looking for summer essentials, we’ve got seasonal favorites on sale.

· Accessories Galore: Complete your look with our range of accessories including belts, wallets, sunglasses, and watches — all at fantastic prices.

What’s on Sale?

Casual Wear: Upgrade your everyday look with discounts on T-shirts, polos, and denim. Pair a classic white tee with dark jeans for a timeless look or go bold with patterned shirts and slim-fit trousers.

Formal Attire: Our sale on formalwear includes tailored suits, crisp shirts, and sophisticated shoes. Perfect for the office or special occasions, this collection ensures you look sharp without overspending.

Footwear: Whether you need stylish loafers, comfy sneakers, or polished dress shoes, our men’s footwear sale has options for every step you take.

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