#the leather jeans + crop top + tummy?? come on now. get back in his clothes idc

[tricoufamily]

in ilya’s clothes 🖤

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Serious Inquiries Only: PART 1

Pairing: dom! yoongi x reader ft. Hobi

Warnings: Implied Masturbation, crack, humor, flirting

Rating: 18 and over

Y/N:

“Fuck, fuck, god yes!” You shake your head at the sounds of your roommate, jacking off for the fifth time in an hour. You press the volume up on the television trying to drown him out when suddenly he emerges from his room. He is completely out of breath, sweaty, and half naked. His sweats hang shamelessly off his hips. “Did you forget you don’t live alone Hobi? My god!” You sneer. “Sorry Y/N. That last one was for a customer that likes yelling. I’m done for the day. 500 dollars richer! We should grab dinner, on me!” He beams at you, yanking a Gatorade from the fridge and chugging it. “I still can’t believe you have one of those stupid pages.” You roll your eyes. He swallows hard, walking over and plopping down on the couch. “You know Y/N, you’re gorgeous. You’d make a killing on the site.” You cackle at his suggestion. “I would never.” “Never say never. Some of the most elite people at this school are on that site whether watching or streaming content.

Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” Hobi leans back, closing his eyes. “I’ll get my porn for free thanks.” “Ah, but it's so much more than that. It's an experience and sometimes it's not even about sex. I have a customer who loves when I read to her. I mean when’s the last time you even, well you know.” He makes a lewd jerking move with his hand and you laugh out loud. He waves you off, continuing to speak. “True story Y/N. Bedtime stories, it’s the sweetest thing.” “And tell me Hobi, how much do bedtime stories run a person?” “That’s not how this works you know. If you would just look at the site. Anyway, It’s a monthly subscription. If you want specific things, that’s where extra funds come into play and it's all at the discretion of the content creator. I could say no to the sex stuff, but I like it and it makes the most money but it's not a requirement. I mean honestly, have you ever even been on the site?” “No. I haven't, and I have no interest. What would your parents say?” You ask with a raised brow. “Ah! You’re too stuffy. You should subscribe! I have the perfect person for you if you’re ever interested.” “You're out of your mind if you think I would ever pay for something like that.” Hobi laughs, getting up from the couch and heading over to his room. “When you’re ready to lighten up, let me know. Serious Inquiries Only Y/N. Until then I’m going to take a nap.” “Whatever.” You whisper, mulling over the idea in your head. Hobi wasn’t completely wrong. It had been forever since you’d been with someone. You were hyper focused on school and now in your final semester of college maybe it was time to lighten up. “Serious Inquires Only.” You whisper to yourself, grabbing your cell phone and typing that name into your browser. A little glance couldn’t hurt could it? The site pops up immediately but you can’t browse any particular pages without a subscription. The subscription offers pop up and you scoff at the prices:

*$24.99 for one month

*$49.99 for three months

*$149.99 for one year

All subscriptions come with a 14-day money back guarantee cancellation policy.

You roll your eyes and close the window. “Fuck that.” You say to yourself. “You know what I changed my mind about the nap. Let’s just go eat. I’m starved!” Hobi emerges again to grab another Gatorade and then heads back to his room to get ready.

You step out of your room and roll your eyes at Hobi who gives you a wolf’s whistle. “Ready?” You ask, pulling on a black leather jacket over your white crop top sweater, admiring how your black skinny jeans hugging your hips nicely in the mirror of your lobby. “I think we should get steaks tonight. I’m feeling fancy.” Hobi states as you exit the building. “Sounds good. I’ll eat whatever you’re buying.” You say with a laugh. “Ah, ok,” Hobi says to his phone, “Yoongi will join us.” He smirks suggestively, throwing his hand out to hail a cab. “What? Why?” You whine. “He is hungry and I invited him.” “Hoseok! You know how nervous he makes me.” “Still have a crush on him huh?” Hobi smiles, a cab arriving. “No! He’s just brooding, quiet, judging!” “Oh wow! You’re a terrible liar. You know, we are in our last year of University, you should just tell him about this freshman crush and move on already.” “I don’t know why I bother speaking to you. I swear if you’ve told him I have a crush on him, I’ll strangle you.” Hobi laughs, slapping your thigh, as he shakes his head. “You are too wound up. He’s a great guy and friend. You’re the judgmental one Y/N. He actually thinks you’re really nice and cute.” “He said that?” Hobi nods assuredly. You hum to yourself, wondering what other things the two boys have discussed.

Yoongi:

“You’re late.” Yoongi grumbles, not moving his eyes away from his phone. Another Serious Inquiries Only subscriber has come in for his hand kink section. He smirks to himself. Easy money. This one wants him to open a gift box containing lingerie. “I am only 10 minutes late. There was traffic. How long were you actually waiting?” Hobi asks. Yoongi shrugs, looking over Y/N’s exposed tummy and tight jeans. Was she always this curvy? He licks his lips, shoving his phone in his pocket. “Y/N, you look really nice. How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” Yoongi remarks. Her eyes widen and she tucks her hair behind her ear, fumbling over her words. “It hasn’t been that long. I’m good, you know. I mean, we’ve seen each other around or maybe you just don’t notice. I’m good anyway. How about you?” He smirks, enjoying her flushed face and nervous demeanor. He has always thought she was a gorgeous girl but tonight she looked different, tonight she looked like sin. What he wouldn’t give to grip her hips. “Uh, ok you two, pine over each other inside please. I’m starving.” Hobi cuts in, grabbing the door to the restaurant and entering. Yoongi catches the door to hold it open for Y/N.

At the table, Yoongi finds himself peaking over his menu at Y/N. She looks amazing, fresh faced, glowing even. “What are you getting?” Hobi nudges her with his elbow. “I’m thinking lamb.” “Good choice.” Yoongi states calmly. She looks over at him and gives a small smile. “What are you getting?” She asks Yoongi. “Surf and turf.” He drops his menu, feeling his phone vibrate. He maintains eye contact with Y/N, reveling in the flush of her cheeks. He swears she’s in heat, he can almost smell her. He winks to test this theory, releasing a small laugh as she clears her throat and rubs her thighs together under the table.

Looking over his phone, he smiles as he sees another subscriber join his Serious Inquiries Only page. This one joins his ASMR section, requesting he whisper sweet nothings to her. He chuckles, looking up at Y/N’s furrowed brows. He licks his lips, shoving his phone in his pocket again. “So, Hobi, what are we celebrating?” Yoongi leans back, looking at his best friend. “He made extra cash on that ridiculous website.” Y/N interjects. “She's a prude.” Hobi scoffs. “I'm not, I just feel like you can get porn for free.” “What's your favorite type of porn?” Yoongi can't help but ask. “Excuse me?” Her brows furrow. “Well, it seems like you’re yucking someone else's yum. So, I'm intrigued as to what you find acceptable.” “I'm not yucking anything, all I'm saying is it's not for me.” Hobi cuts in, “OK, ok, let's not get into a debate at the table.” “Not everyone seeks or sells sex on that site anyhow. You should educate yourself before you shoot it down.” “Wow, asshole much? I guess you're on that site seeing as how defensive you are. Sorry if I don't want to pay 150 dollars to watch some guy shoot his load on his chest.” “So, you have looked at the site?” Hobi gives a curt smile. Yoongi laughs as Y/N squirms. “And it seems as if she was in search of some guy shooting his load on his chest.” Yoongi adds, causing Hobi to laugh loudly. “Fuck you both.” “I'm sure as you know, that cost extra.” Yoongi says with ample sarcasm. Y/N sucks her teeth, huffing off to the bathroom.

Hobi laughs and laughs, releasing a sigh as he comes down. “Leave her alone Yoongi. She's just not getting any.” “Fuck Hoseok, why haven't you planned a dinner like this sooner? I'll give that girl anything she wants. She's a fucking Goddess.” Yoongi looks over towards the bathroom as he speaks. “Is that on the record or off?” Hobi asks, waving over a waiter. “Off, besides, she doesn't like me like that.” Hobi just smiles at Yoongi. “What?” Yoongi grumbles. “What can I get you gentlemen?” The waiter asks. “I will have the filet mignon, medium rare. My friend who is in the restroom will have the lamb chops, also medium rare, and surf and turf for the gentlemen to my left.” “Medium rare as well?” Yoongi nods at the waiter, handing over his menu. “Spill it Hobi.” “No can do.”

Y/N:

You take a few deep breaths at the sink, trying to calm yourself. You’re not a prude, granted it's been a while since you’ve been with someone and sure you were a bit of a homebody but that didn’t make you a prude…. did it? You splash cold water on your face, looking at yourself in the mirror. You should’ve put on some makeup. Yoongi was looking hot tonight and here you were looking drab and fresh faced. Why did he make you so nervous? He was always so confident and the way he kept looking at you had you hot to say the least. You needed to just get your head right. It was one dinner and you were home free, back to ignoring each other.

You emerge from the restroom and head back to the table. “I ordered your lamb chops.” Hobi informs you. “Thanks.” You say, resting your chin on your hand, trying desperately to avoid Yoongi’s demanding eye contact. “So, Hobi tells me that you and I will be taking a couple of courses together this semester.” Yoongi states. “Oh, I hadn’t realized.” You say, still avoiding eye contact. “I look forward to seeing you every day.” You laugh out loud at his confession. “Is that so?” “Yeah definitely. I love a woman in uniform.” He mumbles. Your head snaps almost on its own and you nearly melt away watching Yoongi lick his lips. Is he flirting or just messing with me? You weren’t sure but lord you felt it right in your pussy. “Ah, yes, food is here!” Hobi proclaims, the waiter placing plates in front of each of you.

You all begin to dig in, savoring your meals. “Mm, so good, Y/N, let me try the lamb.” Hobi says between chews. You nod, cutting him a slice of lamb. He grabs it with his fork and pops it in his mouth. He hums in delight. “Yoongi! You have to try it. Phenomenal.” Yoongi chuckles softly, chewing his food. “You want to.” You point at your lamb with your fork. He gives you a sly smile that causes you to swallow hard. He nods and you cut him a piece. You look up to find him leaning in with his mouth open. Your mouth falls open and you feel your face flush. “Ah.” Is all he says. You grab your fork, catching the cut piece of lamb and bring it to his mouth. He slowly brings his tongue out, touching the tip of the lamb with it, before wrapping his lips around your fork. You moan just a bit at the sight, feeling your slick move past your slit. “Amazing.” He whispers, never breaking eye contact with you. You nod. “Told you! So good. What a great idea to come here tonight. Go me!” Hobi praises himself while you and Yoongi maintain your locked eyes.

Hobi pays for dinner, refusing Yoongi and your advances to even leave the tip. “It's my treat you two besides, Yoongi’s got next.” He winks. You raise a brow but just shake your head. You all leave the place together. “Yoongi, you should come to our place for a night cap.” Hobi offers. “Ah, I would but I have a bunch of shit to do tonight. Maybe next time. Y/N, so good to see you. We’ll catch up in class yeah?” “Yeah.” You smile. He nods, giving Hobi a handshake and walking off. “Holy fuck! Was he flirting with me all night or was I going crazy?” You turn to Hobi, who sticks his hand out for a cab. Hobi shrugs. “I didn’t notice anything strange.” “Well did he say anything about me while I was in the bathroom?” Hobi smiles wide now. “So, is this an admission that you have a crush?” You suck your teeth. “Forget it Hobi.” “Forgotten Y/N.”

Yoongi:

Yoongi stretches his body wide at his computer, leaning in to review his newest member’s request. He had never wanted to get into the Serious Inquiries Only game but when he saw the extra money it made Hobi on the side he signed up with no complaints. He was very organized though and set very specific rules. First, he never offered sexual favors in exchange for money. It wasn’t that he was against it, he just didn’t have the time to delve into that line of work. He always saw how exhausted Hobi was after just one night of requests and with school and his part time job, he couldn’t commit. Second, he never used his real name nor showed his face. He wanted to keep his anonymity intact. Hobi was cool being recognized around campus, Yoongi wasn’t. He loved being an enigma or flat out ignored because people thought he was cold. He didn’t want that to change. Lastly, he was strict about what he provided. He only offered hand kink and ASMR on his page. At first, he was unsure of how people would respond to it, but it was an instant hit, his subscribers grew by the day. His videos ranged from gripping his bed sheets, to unwrapping silk ribbons, to whispering or scratching in his microphone. For Christmas this past year, he blessed his followers with an ASMR of him moaning. The video was such a hit, he gained 40 followers in an hour from word of mouth alone. After his first year with ‘SIO’, he began offering his yearly subscribers an exclusive gift, a personal video of their choice from either of his categories. He was a success to say the least, earning a sweet living off this side hustle. The only reason he didn’t leave his part time job was because he didn’t know how to explain the extra money to his mother when she visited him. Not to mention, he rather enjoyed teaching kids the piano.

So, here he was at his computer desk, after having gone out and buying black laced lingerie and making sure they wrapped it pretty. He began to set up his camera to shoot his new subscriber her personal hand kink video. He smirked to himself as he slowly undid the black ribbon from around the package, making sure to twirl the soft material around his long slender fingers. He let the ribbon fall to the sides of the package, running his now stretched fingers along the front of the package, smiling again at how his veins bulged out of his hands. He soon tucked his index finger under the lid of the box, sliding his hand down and lifting the lid up to reveal the red tissue paper inside. He gently rubbed the pads of his fingers atop the dressing before gripping it hard into his fist, curling the delicate paper into a ball, and discarding it to the side. He again rubs his fingertips over the contents in the box, this time it’s the Italian lace lingerie he purchased. He licked his lips, even though the camera couldn’t see him do it. He purchased it with Y/N in mind. Imagining how the gorgeous lace would hug her hips perfectly. He pulled out first the thong, allowing it to hang from his middle fingers, then stretching the fabric out to show the detail. He then grabs the bralette, twirling the straps around his index fingers and sliding his thumbs under the back straps to showcase its detailed hand stitching. He next pulls out the garter belt, resting it atop the bralette and thong, he holds it down with one hand, yanking at the clasp and releasing so it snaps back. He places the items back in the box, running both hands down the fabric again, before bringing his hand up and shutting the camera off. He releases a sigh, setting up his microphone now for his next subscribers request, when he decides to make a phone call. “Hey Hobi, what’s your address?” He chuckles at Hobi questioning him. “Just send it in a text. I want to send something to Y/N, anonymously of course.” He smirks at Hobi’s protest. “Just send the address Hoseok, I’ll address it from a secret admirer.” He hangs up without another word, clearing his throat before he begins to record, he always liked to deepen his voice when he records, always sure to keep things anonymous.

Y/N:

First day of classes consisted of nothing more than getting acquainted with classroom locations and professors. This semester you had opted to do more classes online only taking three courses in person. Psych, Critical Writing, and Literature because you felt like you needed a professor to really drill these lessons into your head. “Hobi, I’m leaving, I’ll see you later!” You shout before heading out. You didn’t wait for a reply, running out to catch a cab to campus, too lazy to walk. The school was strict about wearing their uniforms which you hated because they were still stuck in their old ways and you were stuck in a plaid skirt and knee highs. You got to campus with enough time to grab a coffee. “May I have an iced americano please?” You tell the cute barista behind the counter, digging for cash. “Make that two.” Yoongi appears from behind you, handing money to the barista before you can and looking you over. “Nice knee highs.” He smirks. You roll your eyes at him. “Thanks for the coffee.” “Sure. Where are you headed?” “Class.” “Obviously. Where?” “Main building. I’m only taking three on campus. You?” “Two in person. The rest online. I think I’m going to pick up some more shifts at my part time gig. I need to lighten the load you know?” You nod at him. “Wanna grab dinner with me sometime?” He asks next. Your eyes pop open. “Me?” “Uh, yeah, definitely not talking to the plant behind you.” “Um, I don’t know. What would we talk about?” Yoongi shrugs. “Life, school, kinks. Whatever you’re into.” He licks his lips. You feel your cheeks flush under his gaze. “Yeah, I um, don’t know about that. I mean what’s with the sudden interest in me?” “Who said it was sudden?” “ICED AMERICANOS UP.” The barista calls out. You move past Yoongi and grab your drink. “I have to go. Thanks for the coffee again. I’ll see you around.” “You sure will, maybe even sooner than you think.” You scoff, walking out of the café.

You hurry towards the main building and into your first class taking a seat quickly. “You’re really quick you know that.” You hear from behind you, turning to find Yoongi taking a seat next to you. “Why are you here?” Yoongi pulls out his phone, flashing you his schedule. “Psych and Critical Writing are my two in person classes.” He tucks his phone away, chuckling at your shocked expression. “I’m going to kill Hobi.” You say finally. “Aw, come on. Don’t blame Hobi. I’m hard to resist. You’ll find out soon enough.” You laugh out loud. “You must not hear this a lot but I am not interested in you.” Yoongi smiles, turning towards you and leaning in. He whispers closely, his breath causing your hair to tickle at your ear. “Oh, my sweet Goddess, it turns me on when you lie. I am just dying inside to find out all the secrets you keep locked away. Just know, you don’t have to hide anything from me. I’ll never judge you; I just want to make all your filthy dreams come true.” You shudder slightly, swallowing hard. “I, you.” “Shh, don’t say anything. I’m ok pretending we don’t like each other a little longer. I’m incredibly patient.” “Good morning class.” You professor walks in but you can’t break away from Yoongi’s stare. “I am putting out the itinerary for the class and on it is listed all of your due dates for assignments. You can email me any questions you have but we will meet here in person on due dates only. Welcome to big kid Psych. Enjoy your day.” Everyone, including the professor, begin to leave. You and Yoongi however are still seated, staring at each other. “I have to go.” You mutter. Yoongi smirks. “Want company? I mean we are headed the same way after all.” You shake your head at first but eventually start nodding. Yoongi nods, putting his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his and practically melt as he runs his thumb over your knuckles.

Yoongi:

Yoongi watches as her hips sway side to side, biting his lip. He just can’t help himself; she really is a Goddess in his eyes. He had always had a crush on her but she was always so consumed by school work and the one time she was out and about she dated some piece of shit tattoo artist that dropped out in year 2. Y/N looks back at him suddenly and he quickly lifts his gaze to meet hers. “Why critical writing?” Y/N asks. “It’s a requirement for graduation.” “Not because Hobi gave you my schedule.” Yoongi smiles wide at her. “No. I mean it’s a plus but I really needed to fulfill the requirement to graduate, same as you.” Y/N nods at Yoongi. You both enter the classroom and take your seats. “Where do you work? You mentioned a part time gig.” “At the rec center. I teach kids piano.” “Really? That’s awesome. Not what I was expecting at all.” She laughs, causing Yoongi to smile also, basking in her beauty. “Sorry I’m not some jerk of a tattoo artist.” Yoongi scoffs, looking over at her, realizing he’s fucked up by the expression on her face. “Well, he may have been a jerk in the end but he wasn’t always that way and his work was great.” She huffs. “I didn’t mean to imply his job was…” “Forget it. What do you know anyhow Mr. Serious Inquiries Only?” She snaps. Yoongi sucks his teeth. “I deserve that but I don’t get the reference seeing as how I never said I was on that site. So, I don’t know why you give me shit about it.” She cackles. “Give me a break. Your fancy bracelet and earrings. How about your designer clothes? You mean to tell me that you get that on some shit part time piano gig? But hey what do I know right? Maybe mommy and daddy pay for it like everyone else at this school.” “You mean like you? What do you do for work again?” Yoongi snaps, tired of the uppity bullshit.

“None of your fucking business.” She huffs, standing and moving her seat to a row ahead of Yoongi. He rolls his eyes at her ridiculous behavior. “You’re lucky I don’t take you over my knee.” He whispers to himself with a deep sigh. “Good morning class. Please come up and grab your guide for your end of the semester assignment. You will need a partner so please choose wisely. In addition, I will be giving weekly prompts for you to complete and submit to me via email. Any questions? No? Great! Have a great day.” Yoongi moves forward to grab the assignment. “Wanna team up?” He asks Y/N. “I’d rather drink acid.” She turns and walks away. “Come on. You want an A or not?” Yoongi says. She growls a bit. “Fine.” “I need your number.” “Uh, no.” “How are we going to do this then?” “Call Hobi.” She shouts, leaving the classroom. “Fuck.” Yoongi whispers, fearing he’s ruined his shot with her.

Y/N:

You burst through your apartment, throwing your bag onto the couch. Hobi jumps up and looks at you in fear. “Bad day? How? It’s just day one Y/N.” “Yoongi is a complete asshole. First, he tries to flirt with me, then he insults my relationship with Trevor, then he forces me to be his partner in our Critical Writing class. I hate him Hobi. I fucking hate him! Not to mention all my in-person classes are basically online because the professors are all assholes as well!” You shout, popping open a beer from the fridge and chugging it. Looking down at the counter, you notice a package with your name on it. “What’s this?” You look at Hobi angrily. “Uh, a gift but you know maybe you shouldn’t open it now.” He stutters. You yank the card off of it and open it. ‘These were handpicked for the most gorgeous prude I ever laid eyes on. Xo Your Secret Admirer.’ “This is a joke, right? You’re not fucking funny Hobi.” You rip the box open and your mouth drops at the Italian Laced lingerie inside. “No, Y/N, I didn’t…. this wasn’t me.” “Oh, so who was it then?” He looks at you with sheer panic strewn across his face. “You and your friend are both on my shit list.” You point at him, snatching the box and walking over to your room. “Wait, Y/N, I really didn’t buy that. Please let me explain.” You slam the door in his face, not feeling in the mood to entertain this further.

You look over the items in the box one by one, thinking back to the last time you wore lingerie. You shrug and decide to try it on. You look at yourself in the mirror snapping at the strap of the garter belt, and sucking in a breath as it stings your skin. You glide your hands up your thighs, belly, and cup your full breast, admiring how your nipple rings glint in the light through the fabric. You think back on your relationship with Trevor, he was the one who pierced your nipples. You smile at all the crazy antics the two of you found yourselves in. He enjoyed your wild side but took advantage of it at the same time. It was something that you regretted allowing him the chance to do. After you found out he was sleeping with girls from the tattoo shop he worked in, you broke up with him immediately, throwing all your time and energy into school, forever packing away that side of yourself. It wasn’t until your feelings for Yoongi sprouted that those feelings began to stir again and your wild side came scratching to the surface for freedom. You were just too afraid to free that side of yourself, afraid of being hurt again, taken advantage of. In allowing that fear to take over you though, had you truly become a prude? Perhaps it was time to unleash that side of yourself once more, find a balance. You stood tall, proud, turning and walking into the living room. “Hoseok,” You say with confidence, watching his eyes scan your body wildly, “You said when I was interested in your little website that you had the perfect person for me. Well, I’m interested.” Hobi couldn’t speak, he just nodded slowly. “Great. Whenever you get the chance.” You nod, and turn back to your room, making sure to wiggle your exposed ass with enthusiasm for good measure.

[samcrobae]

A lot on my Plate, 2

Gif credit to the original creators! Let me know if I should do a part 3.

A/N: this hasn’t been proof read but if you haven’t read part one, find that here:

https://samcrobae.tumblr.com/post/632551950161969152/neighbors

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“Y/N who the fuck is this?” Manny now approached you from behind, his hand coming up to push the door open further.

Angel, now standing very confidently brings a hand to his chest, “Angel. I was just coming to see if Y/N was ready for our date”. Manny’s eyes flash back to you, glaring daggers at Angel.

“Dulce, why aren’t you ready yet? I told you I would be picking you up at 6. I mean I live right next door, it don’t take me long to get here.” He emphasized that part, before chuckling to himself then looked back over at Manny, “you know how our girl can be.. stubborn as ever huh.” Manny popped his jaw then turned to pick Sebastian up and grabbed his bag, before looking you up and down, then looked back at Angel, “nah homie she ain’t our girl.” And he quickly descended down your stairs.

Angel pushed past the threshold and entered your apartment. “What’s up his ass? Anyway get dressed you’re coming to the clubhouse to chill.” He plopped himself down on the couch, “wear anything other than leggings please.”

“Angel I told you I’m not going. I don’t want to and you can’t just show up here like that. Look I have-"

“A lot on your plate, I know. Just get out of the house for a little while and if you hate it you won’t have to hang out with us ever again, alright? I want you to let loose for a little.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded in agreement, turning toward your bedroom. He was right you did need to get out for a few, but you didn’t really know the rest of the guys that well. Anytime you asked about them Angel always gave you the same reply , “nah dulce we’re just a couple of mechanics and motorcycle enthusiasts”, whatever that meant. You threw on some jeans and a crop top then ran a curling iron through your hair, tousling it a bit before walking back out into the living room.

“You see!! You look incredible dulce, come on.”

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Drinks were pouring and you were feeling good, Angel had a hold on you all night, never letting you out of his sight, and even the other men were surprised to see he brought someone to a party. Not just anyone. You.

You finished your beer and offered to grab another round and walked toward the bar. Bishop and Angel were sat at a table.

“So what’s that about son?” Motioning to you, “big deal getting involved with her, she has a son, Angel. She seems like a good girl. She know who you are?”

Angel put a cigarette between his lips and lit it, slowly exhaling before answering. “Not really. Hasn’t come up. I care about her. I like her a lot Bish. I’ll tell her... when the time is right.”

BIshop gave Angel two pats on the shoulder before leaving the table to start a game of pool. That’s when you heard it—the sound of screeching tires on the pavement and shots ringing out and into the clubhouse, everything after that a blur that seemed to happen in slow motion. All you remembered was Angel calling your name and tackling you to the ground, then dragging you behind the bar. The shots continued to ring out for what felt like an eternity but was really only a minute before they stopped and the tires screeched once more.

Angel had laid himself on top of you, the both of you breathless and hearts racing as you tried to calm yourself. “Dulce...” he slowly moved himself to look you over, moving your hair and shirt to make sure you were okay, before helping you sit up. Your backs pressed against the bar, still panting as you looked over at him. “Motorcycle enthusiasts......noted.” He looked at you with an apologetic look in his eyes but before he could speak he was cut off by the sound of glass crunching.

“Everyone alright ?!” Bishop called out into the open as everyone started to slowly get up, maneuvering around broken beer bottles and shattered windows, checking on each other. “Bish..” Angel walked over to Bishop but Bishop held his hand up, “I know, get her outta here.”

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The drive home was silent up until you made your way to your front door.

“Y/N... talk to me.”

You shook your head in defeat, “Angel what the fuck was that!!! Oh we’re just guys who like motorcycles dulce, don’t worry dulce, come hang out with us... and Angel I don’t need you to be a fucking hero! Throwing yourself on top of me like that! You could have gotten shot. Killed....even! Are you fucking insane?!”

Angel stood before you, leaned against the stair railing, hands in his pockets, head hung low. “I wanted to tell you, I was going to tell you.. this is why I didn’t... you’re too good for this..”

“For what?”

“For All of it Y/N. Everything that happened tonight, the people I know, too good for me. And I know you are—and I don’t want to feel this way but fuck...it’s like the first thing I do when I wake up is think of you. What you’re doing that day, how’s your morning been, learning how you like your eggs and coffe so I can bring you food, learning everything about you. I don’t want to fucking like you but I do. From the moment I saw you step into the yard, I had to have you. In anyway I can. And I can’t have you be mine, because of who I am, so I am okay with us being friends and inviting you out with me, but I can’t even have that now because if something happened to you on my fuckin watch I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself”.

You stood in silence and stared back at him. “Okay. So. Tell me.”

His head shot up and looked at you, “what?”

You unlocked your door and stepped inside, moving the door further allowing him space to come in. “Tell me everything.”

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The two of you sat at your kitchen table and you listened intently for 3 hours as he told you everything. The rebels, the cartel, Adelita, about his mom, EZ, his dad. When he was finished he sat silently, trying to read your expression but it was no use as your power face was strong.

After about 5 minutes he slowly stood, and stepped out of your kitchen and began walking towards the door. “I know it was a lot-" he began, putting his kutte back over his shoulders, “but I’ll be home if you wanna talk about it.” He reached for his phone when you called his name. He turned to face you when you caught him off guard and crashed your lips into his.

You didn’t know where your emotions were at and you hadn’t even began to process what he had told you, and you weren’t sure what you were doing.. Maybe it was the danger that followed him, or the way he smiled at you when he said your name, or maybe it was his scent— musk and leather with a dash of kush, or maybe- just maybe-it was because the man before you threw you to the ground just hours before to shield you from bullets that rang out around you, but you were turned on.

His hands came up to cup your face and you ran your tongue along his bottom lip before taking it between your teeth and tugging, which earned you a slight moan from him. You pushed his kutte down his shoulders and he spun you so that you were pinned between him and your front door, his mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck. When he reached your collar bone he stopped to look at you, lips swollen, out of breath with a look of urgency in your eyes.

“You sure?”

You were more than sure, it had been forever since you had any physical contact with the opposite sex and Angel was gorgeous. You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head yes.

“Yeah just not against the door, bedrooms over there.”

You led Angel to your room and before you could step inside his hands were around your waist, turning you to face him. He placed gentle kisses on your lips this time, slowly backing you into the bed and laid you down when your legs hit the edge. He hovered over you causing you to lay backwards on your bed and he began his assault on your neck, leaving his mark on your skin and finally sliding your shirt over your head. His kisses continued and your breathing picked up as he kissed your padded tummy just above your button on your jeans.

Before you knew it, your jeans and panties were off and Angels face was between your thighs, biting and sucking on your most sensitive parts and you felt euphoria in ways you never knew possible.it was almost as if he been here with you hundreds of times before, tears stinging your eyes as you cried out his name.

When he slid inside you, you had to catch your breath as bright colors danced behind your eyes. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours with every thrust and your moans were the only sounds in the room.

When you were done, you laid there, wrapped in each other’s arms, your fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos as his breathing evened out and you both fell into a deep sleep.

You woke to the sound of your phone ringing. Looking at the clock, you groaned out and saw it was 8:15AM. You had missed 3 calls and 2 texts from Manny.

“Hello?”

“Y/N what the fuck I been calling you all morning , I got called in last minute to work . I’m outside, I have to drop Sebastian off with you.”

Fuck. You looked to your left, Angel was fast asleep, he probably wouldn’t notice if you slipped out of bed.. you slowly crept out of your room and threw on your robe and head to the front door. You unlocked it and let manny inside to set Sebastian down when you heard the toilet flush. You jumped at the sound and turned toward the bathroom door.

“It’s a little early to have company Y/N... oh shit well aint this cozy.. ain’t he your neighbor mama?”

Angel flashes Manny a cocky grin, “Angel”.

Angel places a kiss on the top of your head. “Ima go make some coffee.”

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@ifoundmyhappythought @starrynite7114 @everyhowlmarksthedead @angelreyesgirl @gemini0410 @sadeyesgf @sesamepancakes @wrcn9fvlcver @dazzledamazon

[choicesruinedme]

Easy (Part 1/?)

Book: My Two First Loves

Pairing: MC (Esme Price) x Literally everyone, probably

Rating: T, for this part at least

Summary: Tequila shots, stare-downs, and a little more attention than she bargained for...

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“This looked like it went from zero to one-hundred, real quick,” Esme commented under her breath, surveying the rapidly unfolding mess that was Gunner Hayes’ Back-to-School Rager.

Red cups were strewn about on the marble flooring, streamers haphazardly hung from the staircase bannister in the foyer, and more than half of the 2020 graduating class filled the grand rooms of the Hayes’ “modest” mansion, with Mr. and Mrs. Hayes on a couples’ retreat in Bora Bora for the weekend, blissfully unaware of the inebriated teenagers roaming their halls.

“It’s lit!” Iris exclaimed, clapping her hands together and bouncing into the kitchen.

“Iris, honey, not the wine coolers; you know you drink them way too fast because they taste like candy, and then you end up with a nasty tummy-ache,” Ava chided, scurrying after her.

Esme, Mason, and Lauren followed suit into the kitchen, to the massive island in the middle, over-crowded with liquor bottles of varying sizes and colors.

“Yeah, Iris, sweetie,” Lauren chimed in, a half-smirk on her lips, “please don’t turn tonight into a babysitting job I clearly will not be paid enough for.”

Iris pouted, and Ava slipped a red cup into her hands, smiling softly.

“Here, it’s a vodka cranberry. Start with this for now, okay?”

Mason nudged Esme gently with an elbow. “Something to drink?”

“Um, maybe a beer?” Esme shrugged noncommittally. “Sorry, you know I don’t drink enough to know if I have a preference.”

Mason smirked, heading towards the fridge, “One extremely-enthusiastic beverage, coming right up! Babe?”

“Whatever you’re having,” Ava replied, moving to stand next to Esme. “You look cute tonight.”

“Oh?” Esme glanced down at her outfit – dark skinny jeans, a white, cropped tank top, and a camo jacket tied around her waist. “Thanks. Didn’t really put much effort in, if I’m being honest.”

Ava kept her eyes locked on Esme’s, as she reached out and brushed a stray hair from Esme’s forehead, sweeping it behind her ear in any easy and affectionate gesture. “You look totally hot. Sure you’re not trying to impress anyone?”

Esme swallowed and willed herself not to steal a glance in Mason’s direction, while simultaneously trying to convince herself of her own response, “Who would I even want to look good for?”

The corner of Ava’s mouth turned up slightly, but she leaned back and away from Esme against the granite countertop, crossing her arms as Mason strode up next to the two of them. He offered each of them a bottle of Heineken, then slung an arm around Ava’s shoulders. “What’re we talking about?”

Without missing a beat, and without breaking eye contact with Esme, Ava responded, “How cute Esme looks tonight.” Esme flushed, busying herself with taking a sip from her bottle. “Don’t you think she’ll be turning heads all night?”

Mason smiled softly, “Yeah, you look nice tonight, Es.”

Esme couldn’t help but notice Mason tighten his arm around Ava’s shoulders as he complimented her, and she didn’t quite know what to make of it.

“Alright, guys,” Esme huffed, embarrassed. “Can we please talk about something – literally anything – else?”

“How about the fact that the cheerleading funds are being unfairly redirected to support the football team?” Lauren interjected, glaring pointedly in Mason’s direction.

“Aw, come on,” Mason groaned, throwing his free hand up in defense. “That’s totally alleged!”

“I’m just saying,” Lauren pursed her lips. “One minute, we’re being told that we can expect a new shipment of foam mats in the next month, and the next, we’re being apologized to with no new mats and the sore sight of you guys training with brand-spankin’-new speed hurdles.”

Esme found herself tuning out the voices of her group, instead continuing to survey the groups of her peers scattered throughout the house. In the main living room, the sectionals and sofas had been pushed back to allow for a makeshift dancefloor, with the flatscreen television playing looped graphics to match the steady bass of the music thumping out of the surround sound speakers. The French doors leading out to the backyard were opened, and Esme could see even more people milling around the pool and patio. The floral, pungent scent of marijuana mingled with sweat and body sprays settled over the partygoers like a light fog.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Mason scoffed quietly.

Esme, pulled out of her reverie, followed his disdainful glare. Her stomach fluttered, involuntarily, as Noah Harris wandered into the foyer.

“Who even invited him?”

Noah’s unimpressed gaze roamed over the sea of teenagers briefly, before finally settling on Esme. She perked up, giving a tentative wave, “I did.” Noah smirked, making his way over. “Is that a problem?”

“Hey, troublemaker,” Noah said coolly, approaching the group.

“I resent that,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “Looks like you decided to show up after all.”

Noah’s eyes raked over Esme’s small frame smoothly, too quick for her to determine whether or not he was checking her out. “I had a feeling it’d be worth it.”

Esme was grateful for the dimmed lights as a blush colored her cheeks under his intense stare. She was able to catch her breath, admittedly in relief, when Noah turned his attention briefly to her group.

“Evening, Esme’s friends,” he nodded.

“Noah Harris,” Ava addressed him, not unkindly. “Thank you for gracing all of us with your presence.”

“I aim to please,” Noah bowed slightly, smirking.

“What do you want to drink?” Esme offered, moving towards the kitchen island, grabbing an empty plastic cup from the stack.

“He’s fully capable of pouring himself a drink,” Mason interjected, his brow furrowed and his hardened eyes on Noah.

“Oh, don’t be like that, doll,” Ava chided, shrugging off Mason’s arm, moving to join Esme at the island. “How about a round of friendly shots?” She reached behind a bottle of Jack Daniels and plucked a small stack of plastic shot “glasses”. Without waiting for an answer, she set the cups in a row and drummed her fingers together excitedly.

“What do you think, Esme? Tequila?” Ava smiled wickedly, reaching for a bottle of Patron.

Lauren passed around a bowl of lime slices while Ava filled each small cup. Esme picked a lime slice from the bowl and handed it over to Noah, who put his hand on hers over the bowl.

“Careful,” he leaned in conspiratorially, his eyes shining, “tequila makes my clothes fall off.”

Esme snorted and shook her head, swatting him on the chest playfully. “For the sake of everyone here, let’s keep the nudity to a minimum.”

“To us,” Ava cheered, raising her shot glass in unison with the group. “The graduating class of 2020.”

“If all of us graduate,” Lauren muttered pointedly, eyeing Noah. Esme narrowed her eyes, but he didn’t cast Lauren a second glance, just smirked and shook his head, toasting his shot.

Ava continued, “May this year be filled with all of the badassery and recklessness a senior year should!”

“Cheers!”

Everyone downed their drink. Esme’s eyes squeezed shut and her nose scrunched in distaste as she forced the shot down her throat. She shook her head forcefully, moving to suck on the lime to abate the burning in her mouth.

“Bleh,” Mason frowned, tossing his empty cup into the trash bin as Ava whooped.

“Hated that,” Lauren tossed the whole lime slice in her mouth and bit down.

Noah silently gathered Esme’s empty cup and tossed theirs into the bin. She smiled up at him appreciatively, “Thanks. I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah?” He leaned his elbow onto the counter she stood against.

“Yup. Wasn’t sure you’d be… up for it,” she didn’t have to look at her group of judgmental friends for him to understand what she meant.

“Yeah,” Mason agreed. “Doesn’t seem like your kind of thing.”

“And what is my kind of thing, Jennings?” Noah asked, sardonically, not moving away from his spot by Esme. “A shady basement in some halfway house? Some deserted back-alley? Prison?”

Mason scoffed, “You said it – not me.”

“Believe it or not,” Noah said, his eyes on Esme’s, and her eyes on his. “I’m adaptable.” He smiled at her, adding, “And I bribed my parole officer for a night out.”

Esme shook her head, stifling a giggle. This is what she liked about Noah – how easy it was for him. In her world, this small bubble, maintaining her image of a straight-A student and vice-captain of the cheer team, dealing with a nearly absent dad-in-mourning and a misguided sister with pure intentions, her ever-looming and suffocating feelings towards Mason, her desire to keep fitting in with a group of girls she was slowly realizing she had nothing in common with… it was all very much not easy.

“So, it’s true then?” Iris asked, eyes wide. “You were in jail?”

“Iris,” Ava chastised, her gaze falling on the bottle in Iris’s hands. “And when did you get that wine cooler?!”

“Are you even surprised, Iris?” Mason asked, his question clearly rhetorical. Esme shot him a disapproving glance, but his attention was on Noah’s lax, yet imposing frame, as it had been the moment he walked in. “It’s the image he tries so hard to put out there, isn’t that right, Harris?”

Noah straightened beside Esme, crossing his arms, but his demeanor remained light and amused as Mason continued.

“The motorcycle, the leather jacket, the whole ‘lone wolf’ act,” Mason shook his head. “Iris shouldn’t feel bad about asking. It’s exactly what he wants people to think.”

“What is your problem, Mason?” Esme pushed off from the counter, moving so that she was facing Mason. “Seriously, cut it out.”

“And what image are you trying to put out there, Jennings?” Noah countered, placing a soft hand on Esme’s shoulder, easing her back. “Star quarterback? Golden Boy, son of Principal Golden Boy? Boyfriend of the cheerleading captain, which – don’t get me wrong, looks great and all, but – is a little cliché?”

Mason’s jaw ticked.

“It’s why you wear the Letterman’s all the time, right?” Noah gestured towards Mason’s sports jacket. “Gotta remind everyone who’s on top.” Noah stepped closer, his hand on Esme’s arm, moving her just slightly behind him. He lowered his voice, so that his message was heard clearly, “Or is it yourself you keep trying to convince? What are you trying to prove?”

Mason took a step forward, his fists balling at his sides. Noah noticed, glancing down, scoffing as he shook his head. “See what I mean? Whose point are you proving when you’re so quick to start a fight to ‘defend your honor’ against some criminal nobody?”

Before Mason could take another step, Esme moved to interject, but Ava beat her to it, pulling Mason by the arm and putting herself between the boys. “Alright, easy now, tigers,” she said coolly, “It’s a party, not a boxing ring, so gloves down. Besides, you’re both making Esme uncomfortable, right, hun?”

Everyone turned their attention to Esme, who shrunk back involuntarily with embarrassment. “I—I’m not… it’s not… you guys are just acting dumb,” she said, cursing her voice for sounding so small, so lacking of the confidence Ava’s always projected. “Especially you, Mason.”

“Esme, I—” Mason started, moving to reach for her.

Esme stepped back, grabbing onto Noah’s sleeve, “Let’s go get some fresh air. It’s too warm in here.” She relished the apologetic look on Mason’s face as she turned towards the French doors, pulling Noah outside.

Esme pulled in a lung full of the cool, fall air, plopping down on an empty lounge chair by the pool. She blew her breath out through pursed lips, puffing away strands of hair that had begun to stick to her face.

Noah chuckled, taking a seat next to her. “Sorry ‘bout that in there.”

“Why?” She asked. “He was the one being a dick. They were all being dicks.”

“Yeah, but,” Noah raked a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to put you in a predicament. Or embarrass you.”

“You didn’t,” Esme huffed, crossing her arms. “Ava just loves to treat me like a child.”

“You make it easy for people to want to take care of you.” Esme glanced sideways at Noah, who had the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “It isn’t a bad thing.”

Noah sighed, shifting so that he was laying across the lounge chair, one hand behind his head. He tilted his head up towards the sky, his eyes roaming across the constellations. The corner of his white shirt rode up slightly, so that a sliver of his hip peeked out behind the fabric. It was at this moment that Esme realized that the tequila had kicked in, a warmth spreading throughout her body, starting and blooming at her cheeks.

“You really don’t care what people think about you, do you?” She asked, leaning forward towards Noah, her chin cupped in her hands and her elbows on her knees.

“What’s the point?” He chuckled. “Especially now. In a few months, I’ll never see any of these people again.”

Esme deflated slightly, “You’re gonna leave?”

“You aren’t?” He countered, turning to face her.

“I… I dunno. I guess I haven’t thought about it as much as I probably should.” She sighed, the realization of her own words settling in a ball in her stomach. “What about Mackenzie? And my dad? They don’t understand one another. I can’t even imagine the tension at home if I were to leave.”

“Seems like a pretty sad reason to stick around,” Noah remarked, no hint of judgment in his voice.

“Sure, but,” her words spilled out, uninhibited, “how would I be able to even focus on a life of my own when I’m so worried about my family? This life is all I’ve ever known and Mack and my dad are all I’ve ever known, and, yeah, I mean, we held it together for a long time but that was before my mom died, and to be honest, I don’t know if they’d be able to handle another loss—”

“You’re not dying,” Noah clarified. “You’re growing up. You’re building a life for yourself.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“Do any of us?”

Esme breathed out through her nose, matching Noah’s gaze and, consequently, wilting under it. She could hardly stand to be the subject of his intense, concerned focus while sober, let alone while somewhat intoxicated. She buried her face in her hands, willing the tears pricking at the corner of her eyes not to fall. She heard him shift, and she peeked through her fingers to see him mirror her position, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“It’s alright to be afraid,” Noah said softly, putting a hand on her arm, but making no move to pull her hands away. He allowed her to continue to hide as he went on, “My point was that your opinions and your feelings about yourself matter way more than whatever bullshit anyone else thinks or says.”

After a beat, Esme dropped her hands, sighing as Noah smirked. “I’m curious about the bullshit you have to say, though…”

“About you?” He chuckled.

“About me,” she nodded, leveling her gaze at him. She waved her hand in an attempt to seem indifferent. “I get that it ‘shouldn’t matter’ and all that, but I still want to know.”

“I’ve told you what I think about you,” he countered, his brow quirking.

“Okay, but I’m buzzed and I’d thrive on the attention.”

Noah laughed then, throwing his head back. Esme’s hazy, lustful eyes fell on the curve of his throat as her own smile widened.

“Alright, Price,” he conceded, shaking his head. “I’ll bite. Only once, ‘cause I like you.”

Before she could process what was happening, Noah gently grabbed Esme’s chin as he pitched them both forward. Her breath caught audibly as his eyes searched hers.

“I think that you need to stop comparing yourself to Ava, Lauren, whoever else in your group of girlfriends that you think you don’t hold a candle to, because it’s the only thing stopping you from accepting how great and beautiful and individualistic you are.”

Esme felt her cheeks grow impossibly warmer, and wondered if Noah could feel them, too.

“Do you want to kiss me?” She blurted out, her own inebriation catching her off guard.

Noah chuckled again, his eyes trained on hers. “You want me to kiss you?”

“I mean, obviously,” she slurred, furrowing her brows.

“It’s tempting, Price,” he started, but instead released her chin and leaned back on his lounge chair comfortably. “But I’d like to take you on a real first date before that.”

She could feel herself pouting, and he laughed again, placing a hand over his heart. “Hey, I may be a criminal, but I’m still a gentleman!” Esme rolled her eyes. “Besides, it’d be nice for you to make that request when your head is completely clear.”

She huffed, falling back against the lounge chair, her knees knocking into his. Ava’s upside-down frame filled Esme’s view once her head hit the seat.

“If it’s requests we’re making,” Ava smirked, one hand on her hip, and the other held out expectantly, “Accompany me to the little girls’ room, Esme?”

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A/N: So, here’s the thing - I used to write a ton of fanfic when I was in middle/high school, a decade ago, so putting myself out there again is a little more than unsettling. I’ve had this story, this dialogue, in my head all night last night, though, and I found it so easy to write every character’s interactions. Hopefully y’all enjoy it.

[sincerelyreidburke]

I've sent a couple of anon asks (one was sad face about Quinnster so maybe you're holding on to it) but I want to say again how valuable your continuation of the CP! extended universe has been during these crazy times. THANK YOU! But anyway, Ben totally marries some gorgeous woman/man/non-binary human being right and the world is blinded by their couple beauty? But ALSO anyway I want more DRAG BEN!? How, when, who finds out?!!

Hi, anon!! Thank you for your kindness!🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 I’m pretty sure I’ve now answered that sad Quinn ask (if I’m thinking of the right one)— it’s right here. :D

Regarding your question about Rhodey’s far-future relationship experiences, it’s... a little complicated, and I can elaborate on that if it’s wanted, but rest assured he ends up very, very happy.🤍

And Drag Rhodey! Let’s get on that train. This is part 2 of a duo of asks about this concept, so let’s hop under the cut and keep talking about it. (Here’s part 1!)

(Ask/send me anything about the crickets!)

- So we’re here now for Drag Rhodey Facts. This will be a broad conceptual post. If you wish for me to elaborate further on any point I make in this post or made in the other Drag Rhodey ask, you know where to find me.

- We’ve established that his stage name is Isla Rhodelia. I do not accept constructive criticism at this time. Yes, I hate him, and yes, he’s a meme, and yes, he’s a fucking Rhode Island headass. We know all of this. I feel like he doesn’t come up with this name himself; it’s maybe Quinn who suggests it, as a half joke, but Rhodey latches onto it immediately. Thus: he is Isla.

- His style, once they nail it down through some trial and error, is sort of grungy. He has a couple of wigs, and most of them are dyed hair colors (I think his favorite one is, like, indigo). His eye makeup is always pretty bright, almost on the neon side?

- And his outfits are, like.... leather jackets, and tight pants, and sparkly things, but in mostly dark colors. It’s like he’s the lead singer of an alt band that sings about teenage rebellion. So in other words, Paramore.

- Quinn gets so much joy out of putting together his outfits. He’ll just sit in his bed in his room sewing sequins onto a bra top, and he has the time of his life. He also lives for choreographing his routines. Because you bet your ass he does that. He low-key rules with an iron fist because he takes it upon himself to be sure Rhodey has his shit together (at least in drag terms, otherwise he’s a lost cause) at all times.

- Rhodey picks the music, and Quinn puts together choreography. He does it out during idle time with Nando sometimes, just to brainstorm, and the sight of Quinn going through the dancing is just far too much for poor Nando. He’s too gay to function.

- Also,

Quinn at a kegster: Ben have you been practicing your routine for Saturday—

Rhodey, jumping over a table: Q!!!!!!! Keep your voice down, bro!!!!!! I’m undercover!!!!!!!

- Why is Rhodey undercover? Ha, okay, this is where we spill a little angst in our fun drag life imaginings. Rhodey starts this his sophomore year, and Whiskey is captain. I have this feeling that Whiskey still hasn’t fully accepted himself even by the time he’s a senior, and therefore Whiskey feels... kind of weird around Rhodey. The same way he felt weird around Bitty. Because Rhodey is unapologetic and unhesitating in terms of being himself, and Whiskey... isn’t there yet. He’s not sure if he’ll ever get there.

- So on a basic level, Rhodey is kind of scared of Whiskey’s standoffishness. Which isn’t like him, because he doesn’t get scared of people super often. He’s basically just terrified of the thought of Whiskey (and his other non-queer teammates) finding out that he’s doing this, because he feels like it’s going to get him in trouble on the team somehow.

- And yes, I know that this is Samwell Hockey, and that they have each other’s backs, and that the team as I write it in the CCU is well acquainted with having queer members and supporting that, but doing drag is significantly more outlandish than just having a same-sex partner or even participating in pride events. And it’s still college hockey. It’s still hockey.

- And Rhodey, as an NCAA athlete, does not like the thought of somebody finding out who could out him as Ben Shaley, Samwell University goalie, doing drag on the weekends. He knows the implications, off ice and on it, that would come with that being public knowledge.

- Therefore....... undercover.

- This creates the most hilarious thought of the crickets plus Quinn all crammed into Quinn’s room pregaming and getting ready to go out clubbing. Quinn does Rhodey’s makeup. Let me take you all on the journey that is that experience.

Quinn: (Minding his business and doing Rhodey’s mascara. He has Rhodey in a chair and he’s sort of bent over him. Because he’s doing his makeup, this requires him getting kind of close to Rhodey’s face.)

Rhodey: (Because he is an asshole.) Q, there’s so much tension between us right now.

Quinn: (Snorts.)

Nando: No, there is not.

Rhodey: Careful, Nan. I’m gonna steal your man. ;)))))

Quinn: Fucking sit still, Benjamin!

Rhodey: (Completely freezes because he fears for his life.)

Quinn: I will stab you with this mascara brush.

- And then like this.

Quinn: (Putting eyeliner on Nando because he has a hunch it’ll look very pretty and wants to test it out. He’s sitting in Nando’s lap to do it, and he has his legs around his waist.)

Rhodey: (From the other side of the room. Mid-getting dressed.) If you two start making out right now, I refuse to go out with y’all tonight.

Quinn: (Gives Rhodey a death glare, and then turns back to Nando all soft.) Ben, quit shit-talking and finish tucking.

Rhodey: (Pikachu gasp.)

Touille: (Falls off his chair laughing.)

- I cannot get the image out of my head of this slow-mo shot of all four of them walking in the parking lot to get to the club. Because it’s important to me that you know this, here’s what they wear.

Rhodey: is in drag.

Touille: Band shirts with blazers over them, and jeans, and sunglasses. He looks like some kind of grungy bouncer and definitely gets mistaken for Rhodey’s date.

Quinn: A mesh shirt he stole from the Chicago wardrobe closet when he did gender-bent Cell Block Tango and sent Nando into gay panic and some kind of tight pants, with sneakers, and Nando just..... can’t handle it at all.

Nando: Crop tops because, once he gradually gets out of his awful body image rut, Nando is a crop top king. (Quinn lives for it. Boyfriend tummy = free real estate.) And also, like, those pants that cuff at the bottom. I have no idea what the technical term for that is.

- Whatever. Anyway. Those are clubbing outfits. Rhodey kicks ass onstage and also he lives for it??? Quinn gives him a little pep talk because he’s kind of nervous before his first show (imagine that, Ben Shaley nervous), and it’s unbelievably wholesome.

- Touille regularly tells him he looks pretty and it goes straight to his gay head.

- I’m going on and on now, so I’ll cap it here, but, I will talk about this as much as you guys want me to.

Thank you for the ask! :D

[krismusings]

Confession | Ro & Noah

Discord thread featuring: Roman and @noahxgriffin

Where: Noah’s apartment

When: Middle of the night

Description: Roman heads to Noah’s house to spill something he’s been keeping inside of him for a long time.

TW: Some smut

ℕ𝕠𝕒𝕙

It was all building up from the beginning and Noah had been lying to himself about it for quite a bit of time now. Noah was good at ignoring problems and pretending that they didn't exists, but the second that Ro asked about Andy and his feelings he was at his mercy. His instincts told him to lie to avoid any true feelings. He'd recently tried opening up and where did that lead him? Mislead with a bunch of half information flowing, but he couldn't even be upset about it because right now the only thing he could think about was Roman. As he set his phone down, his chest tightened. Every single inch of him knew he was starting something that he couldn't stop and that was going to lead down a road of someone getting hurt, but yet all he wanted was to see Roman and have him in his arms. Fuck, fuck, fuck, when did he start feeling so much? He ran his fingers through his hair as he sat the edge of his sofa in the living room, tapping his foot eagerly. His head was rushing a million thoughts per minute, but it felt like time froze as he heard a knock on the door, knowing exactly who it was. He took a deep breath as he rushed to open the door and then just like that. His eyes fixed on Ro's as he felt like he could finally breathe.

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Roman was up, and off the edge of his bed within seconds, rushing to the door before he realized he was still very much naked. That wouldn’t work outside of the house. He pulled on a yellow crop top sweater (because it’s - it’s Roman.), and hopped into a pair of skinny black jeans prior to running down the stairs to grab his keys, and slip on his black Chelsea boots by the door. He so did not put on cologne at all before he was out the door, and off to Noah’s. His brain was running a mile a minute as he gripped the steering wheel, flashes of the city lights slotting across his face as he accelerated. He was high still, but only on weed, so his focus was lazer centered right now on one task, and one person. He was nervous, his heart was pounding, and he had no idea what this was going to turn into. All he knew was he needed to at least see Noah, face to face, and stop hiding behind a phone. When the apartment door opened, Ro looked up at Noah, both of them just staring at eachother for a minute before Roman decided to just let himself inside, and close the door behind him. “I went thirty miles over the speed limit to get here.” Roman felt the need to share with the other male. “I risked my life for you. What does that earn me?” He smirked, trying to make the mood a little lighter.

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Noah hated that he got caught up in the moment, he made himself look like an idiot. He always was one, but he was trying to be serious for once. It was just hard not to stare into Ro's eyes as he just stood there. It was the only face that he wanted to see right now as he swallowed hard and moved out of the way so that Roman could come in. Shit, his palms were sweating and his mouth went dry as he walked into the living room. He was nervous enough about having Roman in his apartment, but adding what they had just talked about didn't help. Of course, he should have known that whenever Ro was there, he was going to feel fucking better because it only took a few sentences out of the other's mouth for his meek smile to turn bright. He stuffed his hands into his joggers trying to contain himself although that didn't last very long because he was pulling at the edge of Roman's sweater and pulling him towards him. Noah didn't answer his question, but instead of grabbing his neck, he cupped his cheek as if Ro was the most fragile thing in the world as his breathing staggered against Roman's lips before letting himself melt against his lips as he closed his eyes. He let himself drift in the moment, lightly but passionately moving his lips and tongue against Roman as if it was their last kiss before pulling away. A dopey happy smile staring down at Roman as he chuckled, "You probably deserve better for risking your life, but that's all I got for now."

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Ro’s face got a little more serious when Noah grabbed the edge of his sweater, deciding to look at him like that, making butterflies erupt in his tummy like an asshole!!!! Noah always made him feel a bit weak at the knees, and no one else could do that. No one made him feel like nervous, but amazing, all at the same time. Noah was so hot with his messy bed hair, and his sweats. Roman was all for leather jacket, put together Noah, but he had to admit that this look, was his favorite. Ro held his breath for a moment as the other got closer to his lips, and he let his eyes flutter closed the second their mouths were joined. God, he could write sonnets about the way this man felt, his scruff against his face while they slowly made out, the taste of his fucking lips. It was a lot, and somehow just enough?? Damn him. “Good enough.” Roman replied easily when the taller pulled away, smiling as a natural reaction to Noah’s little chuckle. “You piss me off so bloody much, but only because I fucking like you so much.” He playfully shoved the other male’s shoulder, looking like a grumpy kitten while he did so. “I’m not a jealous person. I can’t be, because Jay and I are open, but I gotta admit, seeing the way you reacted to Andy, made me a little jealous.”

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Everything just seemed like it was piling up on top of each other with more problems and emotions. Noah hated that with one smooth reply and kiss, he was all of a sudden at ease thanks to Roman. "Damn right," he uttered back before smiling. It felt good, having him in his apartment, just the two of them. It was like all of the problems outside of that door didn't matter, even if it was just for a moment. As he pushed his shoulder, Noah chuckled and pretended to look innocent. "What the hell did I do?" he teased, knowing exactly what he had done, but it was nice to see a reaction out of Roman. He raised an eyebrow as he pretended to be confused, "You like me so much, huh?" he couldn't help but tease. It meant Ro cared and that wasn't a regular occurrence in his life. As much as he hated to admit it, he had been just what his dad had always told him he was; a failure that only caused more problems even when trying to fix them. It's what made him so cautious around this whole situation. Noah licked his lips as he tried his best to hide his smile that wanted to shine wide. "You're turning a little green there?" he teased, his thumb grazing over Roman's bottom lip before letting his hand graze Roman's hip as his hand started to move over the smooth skin that was uncovered by the crop top. "Jay's a great girl, but I think she's letting you go too easily. I-I wouldn't let another body come near you." He swallowed hard, knowing that he had no right to say that nor judge their relationship. It worried him too because he didn't know how Ro was going to react, but he meant it. Hell, he had proved it when he saw Khai all over Roman at the party.

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Roman cursed inwardly when he let out a shuttered breath against Noah’s thumb. He hated being so transparent, clearly turning into putty at this man’s touch like a freaking ICE CREAM CONE. He was melting, truly turning into a Roman puddle in the floor. This wasn’t fair!!! How could he do this? How was he allowed? Ro hadn’t felt this way in so fucking long, it was overwhelming, and that was clear on his face.  “You’d want me all to yourself, huh?” Ro asked while stepping even closer, his hand now gripping the front of Noah’s shirt possessively.

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The look on Ro's face was like something Noah had never seen since knowing him. It made him want to see it again and again and again. As Roman clung to his shirt, he swallowed hard. "Is that such a bad thing?" he said, letting both of his hands sit on the handles of Roman's waist as he held onto him tightly as if he let go slightly, Ro would just disappear. "If you were mine I'd want to be the only person you think about when you touch yourself. When you think of someone's lips on you to only be mine." He let his lips brush up against Ro's as he smirked. "To be the only person inside you. I guess I'm just a selfish son of a bitch," Noah was letting his mouth run which he shouldn't have done yet the words were so sweet as they let his lips and he rasped them out.

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Roman lifted his arms now to loop around  Noah’s neck when he began to actually answer him, something Ro almost regretting even starting since he wasn’t used to feeling so...at someone’s mercy. He was to the edge, almost ready for Noah to straight up own his ass, because when he was talking like that, Roman could actually visualize Noah being the only one. Fuck. Instead of answering verbally, Ro just moved his lips to the corner of the taller’s lips, letting out a small sigh as he kissed to his cheek, jaw, and then down his neck. He began to suck lightly on the skin there, touching his tongue to the other’s throat while he pressed his fingertips against Noah’s upper back.

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Noah's eyes fixed on Ro trying to read his face for some sort of reaction but what he was met with was just as good. Noah ran his hand up Roman's side to hold on to the back of his head as he felt his lips over his face and to his neck. Noah may had not been the best at words, nor was Roman, but this is what they were good at. Hell, if he could tell him how he felt by tracing his lips on his skin, Noah wasn't going to be upset. He felt a shiver down his spine as he felt Roman suck on his skin with his tongue as he gripped Roman's hair into his hand.Was it fucked up that neither of them could really talk about their feelings but were ready to rip each other's clothes off? Probably, but that didn't stop him. Noah couldn't help but smile as he grabbed onto Roman's thighs and picked him up in one swift movement. As he chuckled and pushed his bedroom door open with his foot before moving in and setting Ro down on the bed as his eyes scanned over Roman.

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There was always a different dynamic when it was two men. As much as Roman didn’t believe in gender norms, there was still a certain balance of testosterone, or lack there of. Chemically, most men were different than most women, and when it came to Ro, and Noah...apparently spoken feelings were for text, and in person, they were basically all physical. Roman made an appreciative squeak (yes, a squeak) when Noah picked him up, laughing along with the taller as he kicked the door open. This was fucking ridiculous, and also the first time he’d really been with a guy this dominant, and larger than him. He fucking loved it though. Like. A lot. “I swear, this wasn’t the reason I came over.” Roman tried to justify to Noah, though he didn’t know why he felt the need to clarify that. Noah was clearly not complaining. “I’m pretty sure everythin’ about you turns me on, so I’m just perpetually fucked. Literally.” He smirked while looking up at the other.April 8, 2020

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Hearing the squeak from Roman made him smile so hard that his cheeks started to hurt, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Noah had genuinely texted the other to come over to talk, but everything that they talked about could be translated by the way that they touched each other. "I swear this wasn't why I invited you over," he admitted although it was a little hard to prove when all he wanted to do was run his hands against his body. Fuck, Noah's knees felt weak as Roman spoke, he'd been wanting to hear something along those lines for a while now and it was like music to his ears. "It's about time to caught up, Beckett, because I've been there for quite some time now," he murmured as he leaned down to press his lips against Roman's stomach as he purposely took his time to tease him as he kissed down his stomach to the button of his jeans and undoing them before he looked up at Ro with wild eyes as a smirk appeared on his face. "I've been wanting to do this for a while now," he teased.

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Roman grabbed the sheets on either side of him when Noah started taking his time, kissing down his stomach like some magic sex god of arousal. Ro love complimenting people, but that was one nickname he wasn’t gonna share with Noah. No need to inflate his ego even more right? But...but, those eyes. Eyes that changed colors depending on the surroundings, what he wore, or the lighting. Ro noticed shit like that, the little details that replayed over, and over again in his head like a broken record. He should know, Roman had plenty of those. He never could throw them away. “I didn’t think you liked giving head?” Ro asked while leaning up on his elbows so he could see Noah better.

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Noah licked his lips as he chuckled at Roman's words, "I don't like giving head to just anybody," he admitted and that was the truth. Deep down, Noah knew that he wasn't a great guy, he'd been told his entire life. He couldn't attest for when he wasn't sober, but when he was, he was just reminded of the fucking good person that Roman was. It almost made him want to be better and he started by not wanting to lie to him. At least, as much as he could. Noah discarded Ro's boots and threw them to the side to land somewhere in his room before slipping off his jeans and doing the same. Fuck, as much as Noah wanted to keep his cool, he couldn't because he grabbed Roman's left thigh and started to plant kisses on his inner thigh. He swore that nobody on earth had better thighs than Roman Beckett. The bulge of the other made him smile as he made his way over and let his lips run over it as his fingers teased the top of Roman's undergarment as he slowly started to pull it down. Wanting to take his time to let Ro know that he was more than just a distraction. His eyes fixed on Ro's as he looked at his piercing green eyes.

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Roman smiled at that answer, because that was probably the best response he could have expected. He liked being special enough to be someone Noah liked giving head to. “Don’t worry darling, I live on a usually steady diet of organic foods, a lot of fruits, and plenty of juice, and water. My spunk tastes like fucking candy. Don’t ask me how I know.” He pointed at Noah, knowing this was a weird time to make jokes, but they did it constantly. They were kind of obsessed with making eachother smile, mostly because have you seen their smiles??? Would wouldn’t want to see that as much as possible. Ro started to get a bit more serious though when Noah started undressing him, never taking his eyes off of the larger while he tossed his articles of clothing to the side. A soft breath left pink bitten lips, parted along with the furrowing his brow when Noah began to kiss the inside of his thigh, especially when those lips touched his erection through his boxer briefs. “Noah...” Ro said softly, once again biting his bottom lip when the taller began to pull down his underwear, causing his length to now spring free. His cheeks were starting to get hot and flushed, yes because he was about to get head from one of his favorite mouths, but mostly due to the way Noah was looking at him. He loved that look, he wanted to see more of that look.

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It was probably egotistic as hell to not want to give head to just anyone, but that didn't change the fact that it was the truth. Noah had a big head like that sometimes, but that didn't change the fact that right now, he was hard at the thought of having Roman's cock in his mouth and he was so close too. Noah couldn't help but laugh as Roman talked about the taste of his spunk. Who on earth would say such a thing? Roman Beckett. That was just one of the things that he liked about Roman. "Did I Want Candy just become our sex song?" he teased as he chuckled a bit more. It was so hard to focus when Roman was looking at him like that. He couldn't help but wonder if it's the look that was written all over his face whenever Roman was on his knees like he was now. Noah wouldn't ever mind being on his knees if he could see the look on Roman's face like he had now. Noah knew exactly the last person that he had given head to and he was more than excited for Roman. Noah grabbed his shaft in his hand as he gave it a few pumps with a smirk on his face. he licked his lips before going to lick from the base up to the tip letting his tongue swirl at the top as his right hand stroked him slowly. His eyes were fixed on Roman, wanting to catch every expression his face made as he worked him.April 10, 2020

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Roman snorted, yes, snorted, when Noah asked about their theme song. “Who would have thought that Aaron Carter would have made such a romantic ballad?” He smiled so wide down at the other male, loving that even in a situation like this, he could make Ro laugh. In a good way.  But, that didn’t last long, because the second Noah grabbed his cock, and oh god, he was licking him, and using his hand, and he was thinking about the word ‘and’ a lot. He just felt like his brain was short circuiting, because having a guy like that between his legs was such a rarity. He wanted a mental picture of this to keep in his head forever, especially those eyes. “You look so hot” Ro breathed out before licking his lips, and panting.April 11, 2020

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It was absolutely ridiculous and Noah knew that, but hearing that snort made it all worth it. It might have been the stupidest thing, but there had been enough of that lately. It was nice not to have that brooding face that he seems to carry around. Instead he preferred of having a wide smirk as he did upon hearing Roman. “I’m about to feel better,” he murmured as he cleaned the side of his mouth before starting to bob his head trying to fit as much of Roman as he could as he felt his length in the back of his throat. He hummed in satisfaction as he bounced his head while stroking him in rhythm. Hollowing his cheeks as if his life depended on it while flashing his eyes up to catch Roman’s face.

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Ho lee shit. Roman actually might have looked slightly possessed while he watched Noah bob up and down on his cock like that. He always knew this would be hot, obviously, but he never could have guessed how fucking amazing this actually ended up being. He got lost for a moment, feeling himself get caught up in watching the other until something inside of him started to shift. He let his head fall back, now flat on his back, while he lifted his hands to his face. It felt like the room was spinning, and like all his emotions that he’d held in for years were all of a sudden starting to surface during perhaps the worst possible moment. This was probably the first time he’d ever been intimate with Noah without being under the influence of anything. His chest was tight, he couldn’t breathe, and suddenly he found himself speaking up. “Noah.” He said simply, having no idea how the fuck he was gonna explain himself right now. Ro had been recieving the best fucking blow job by an insanely attractive guy that he...had feelings for. A lot of feelings for. “I’m sorry, I’m...” he rubbed at his eyes, and then pulled his feet back so that they were flat on the mattress, and his knees were in the air. “You’re amazing, this isn’t because of you, I’m sorry, I’m jus’—“ he sat up, and wrapped his arms around his knees, finally looking the other male in the eyes again. It was clear Roman was going through something, he probably looked fucking insane. But that was the problem. Roman felt like he was unstable sometimes, when he let himself truly feel, and now? All he could think about was the possibility that this was only temporary, and that eventually he’d get freaked, and move on to another city like he always did.April 12, 2020

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Noah had been so focused on what he was doing, but as he flashed his eyes back and saw that Roman was lying in his back, he thought it was for enjoyment. Although, the second that he heard Roman's voice almost crack as he spoke his name, his eyes instantly flashes up as he stopped what he was doing. He had no idea what the fuck was going on and he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Was it bad? Did he not like it? His head starting flooding with worse case scenarios because that's all that he has really known in his life. For some reason, he just expected the worst to happen. However as Roman muttered that he was sorry, he had a feeling that something bigger was happening than just a shitty blowjob if that's what it was. "Hey, hey," he said, cleaning the corner of his lip as he furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on Roman. His face now looked like he had just walked through hell and back and Noah felt his throat go dry. He quickly went to the side of the bed and sat next to Roman as he looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on. "Hey, what's wrong?" he questioned as he saw him wrap his arms around his knees. Worry was written all over Noah's face. He had seen so many sides of Roman, but he sure as hell hadn't seen this and it made him worry. It made him worry that he was the reason that he was like this. He always felt as though the Griffin's had been cursed, always touching something and turning it to complete shit and that's how this felt. Roman was such a good guy, hiding his pain between smiles and laughter that what if Noah had broken him somehow? He could have sworn that Roman could hear his heart beat as he focused in and slowly started to rub his back in small circles, not even sure if that was okay but he wanted him to know he was here.

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Listen, it took A LOT to embarrass Roman Beckett, and anyone who knew him intimately, knew that to be true. His philosophy since leaving England, had been to let go of his troubles, worries, stress - just put it all away, and go find something new to take its place. Ro knew his reputation here, though people seemed to like him too much to talk about it often. But, he wasn’t always that way. He didn’t always avoid being with someone, and that person only. “Shit, I’m,” Roman turned his head to look at Noah, his tear dampened cheek now pressed to his knee. “I don’t want to be this way with you.” He admitted, a single tear running down his face, and making it’s new home on his comforter. “ - especially right now, which...trust me, I fuckin’ hate myself for ruining that.” He managed a small stuffy nosed chuckle, and picked his head up to wipe his eyes. “This isn’t just about you as much as it’s about me, and what I’ve been running from for the past six years.” It sounded lame, but he was being honest for the first time in as long as he could remember. Ro let out a soft sigh. “Noah. Before I left England, I had only been with one guy. One person, in general.” He admitted, once again looking into the other’s eyes. “I left for me, because I needed to get out in the world and do what I was passionate about, but I guess I was fooling myself thinking that was the only reason I left.” Roman turned back to rest his forehead between his knees. “It feels like -“ he sighed. “I dunno.” He chickened out, worrying that he was being too honest.

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Noah could hardily breath in anticipation, but at the same time he didn't want to rush Roman. Whatever was happening it was serious and while he might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed he knew that much. He swallowed hard feeling his heart fall to his stomach as he saw Roman crying and he fumbled through his words. God, Noah felt his shoulders fall in defeat as he huffed out because the last thing he ever wanted to see was him crying. Noah furrowed his eyebrow as they knit together and looked at Roman like a deer in the headlights. He was at Ro's mercy yet again as he said that he didn't want to be like this with him. "You can be whatever way you want with me," he murmured even though deep down that scared the shit out of him because he truly had no idea where Roman was going with this, but he wanted to be the person that Roman could trust enough to just be himself in whatever way that was. Noah listened closely as he looked at Roman like a doe-eyed lost little boy, which is a look that didn't happen often. In fact, Noah hated it and hated the feeling it made him want to grab his shoes and run as far as his feet could take him, but what he hated more was whatever was hurting Ro. As Roman mentioned what his life was like back in England his eyes widened slightly. It wasn't that he didn't believe Roman, but he was surprised. People talked and while he never liked listening to rumors, he knew what people said about Roman. Hell, he was in an open relationship for crying out loud and while Noah had never fully wrapped his head around that, he never imagined that Roman had only been with one person before leaving his home. He looked into Roman's eyes and knew that he was telling the truth. Noah couldn't help but swallow hard as he shook his head slowly, "But if feels like what?" he said, not being able to be left on a cliffhanger like that.

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Roman just shook his head, knowing that it should be so easy, so fucking easy to just say how he feels, get it all on the table, and be honest with himself as well. Knowing the right answer didn’t always mean it was easy to accept it. “Noah.” Roman said the other’s name once again, as if this was paining him somehow, but in true Ro fashion, he was making this way more dramatic than it should be. “When I’m with you, I don’t want to run anymore.” He admitted while looking down at his knees, too scared to actually look at the taller after saying something like that. Roman was letting himself be vulnerable, trying not to think of all the possible repercussions just yet. He wanted to stay here in this world, with Noah, and hide from everything else for awhile.

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For a second, Noah saw it all ending. Roman telling him that he didn't want to see him anymore, that he had been hanging around a little too much, that he should move on. He was trying to let him down easy, but his thoughts were cut out as he heard Roman's words. Noah eyes lit up as he heard Ro say that he didn't want to run when he was around. "Ro," he breathed out as he stared at him breathlessly. He was expecting a lot of out Roman's mouth, but that was not one of the things that he had been prepping for. Noah had known for a while now that he felt things for Roman, but he never really knew how Roman was feeling about everything. "Then don't run," he said without hesitation as he bumped his nose on his shoulder. It sounded so simple, but it wasn't, but it was all that he was able to muster up as he swallowed hard. Noah leaned up and kissed the side of Roman's head as he looked at him, "I'll be here for as long as you want me to be," he murmured.

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Roman didn’t even look at Noah when the man said his nickname, because still, even with as accepting, and understanding as Noah was, Roman was still scared to look at him. He couldn’t stop himself anymore when he heard the other tell him not to run. His face turned to peer at the bartender. His friend. Someone that he cared about, and could see in his eyes that Noah felt the same. A smirk couldn’t keep itself off his face when the taller’s nose was at his shoulder, almost pissed that he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Dammit, Noah. Fucking — grumbles. “Of course you will.” Ro said in his deep, soothing voice, like caramel drizzling down a warm...ass cheek. Roman refused to get anymore romantic than that at this moment in time. He was already making himself want to vomit with all this love stuff. Except, he never said the word love, did he? Wonder where that came from. “You’d miss me too much.” He was smiling now, reddened eyes taking in how Noah looked right now, like this, incase Ro never saw him like this again. Roman knew how fast things could change. He wanted to remember how this felt. “Noah. No matter what happens, I just wanna thank you.” Ro reached to drag his fingertips down the line of the man’s faintly scruffy jaw. “Sometimes it feels good to hurt.”

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As Roman finally turn to face him he couldn’t help but smile back softly at him. It was the truth and he needed to know that because Noah didn’t want him to go anywhere. That may have been selfish but it didn’t make it any less true. Of course he had to meet him with a smooth hitting line almost as good as the ones that they’d done in the laundry room. “How could I not?” He said with a smile on his face. “Who else is am I going to have conversations with that’s half butt naked,” he couldn’t help but smile bright. He couldn’t let him have all the fun. When Ro teased that he would miss him, the look on his face dismissed his words completely because he truly had never been so crazy about someone, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tried to dismiss. Noah leaned lightly into Romans fingers as he looked him in the eyes as he looked at him, “what are you thanking me for?” He chuckled lightly as he swallowed hard. “Is that what this is?” He murmured as he looked down at bed for a second before lifting his eyes. “Stay the night?” He questioned.

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Roman still didn’t have a clue what was going to happen with Noah - between himself and Jaycee, with anyone. Roman pulled his hand away from the other male’s face to rub the heel of his palm against his watery eyes. He never considered himself to be a bad person, he had good intentions, but he knew there was no way out of this situation that wouldn’t end up leaving someone hurt. Ro bit at his thumbnail, his nerves a little rattled until he heard Noah ask him to stay the night. They’d never stayed the night together, so of course it made him smile. “You want me to stay the night?” He repeated, because he just wanted to see the other say it again, maybe make him blush a bit, because it was cute as fuck when he did. “You should know I wheeze in my sleep.” He said matter of factly while stretching his legs out, forcing himself to get it together. No use in crying all night.(edited)April 13, 2020

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Noah couldn't help but roll his eyes playfully at Roman before a wide smile appeared on his face, "Yes, I do, okay," he said, playfully pushing his legs as he looked down at his hands. "I'd really like that," he admitted because it was the truth despite now nervous it made him. Noah hadn't straightforwardly asked anybody to spend the night on purpose since his high school sweet heart which was years ago and yet here he was. Noah chuckled lightly at Roman's words as he furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean you wheeze? Like the peguin in Toy Story?" he questioned as he tried his best not to laugh as he looked at Ro. As Ro made himself comfortable, Noah leaned back on his bed as he huffed out and tapped his chest, gesturing Ro.

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Roman did manage a shit eating grin when Noah was forced to say he’d really like it if Ro stayed over. Why did he like being such an asshole? He couldn’t help it, anyone who was lucky enough to make Noah get all flustered and blushy would do it, too. “You’re cute.” Ro winked, and then snorted at the comparison to the penguin in Toy Story. “Hope this doesn’t offend you in any way, but I have never seen Toy Story.” Roman admitted, easily moving over to lay against the other male’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat was somehow managing to ease his anxiety. He’d never had someone just hold him like this, someone bigger, stronger, and with abs like this that he felt the need to run his fingers over after slipping his hand up the hem of Noah’s shirt. What?? He just had a mental breakdown, he’s allowed to cop a feel. “Wait.” He lifted his head up to look at Noah with a creeping smirk. “How many times have you seen Toy Story that you remember a wheezing penguin?” See? An asshole.

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"You're rude," he murmured as he shook his head, realizing what he was doing, but it didn't make it any less true. Noah wanted the other to be there a lot more than he was willing to admit. While he would never bring it up, he was excited to have Roman be there. "I never got an answer," he mused with his eyebrows knit together as if he was really upset. As Roman mentioned that he had never seen Toy Story he furrowed his eyebrows, "Is that a English thing? Or is that a Roman Beckett thing?" he questioned. Noah couldn't help but grin at the sight of having Roman on his chest as he he felt steady. Noah couldn't help but notice just how easy everything felt, even if it wasn't. His thoughts were cut short by the feeling of Roman's hand on his abs and he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, trying not to move Roman's head too much. He wasn't something else and like the asshole that he wasn't, he flexed a little harder. Noah's eyes looked at Roman with concern before hearing his actual question, he rolled his eyes as he chuckled. "Well, if you would have watched, you would know. He sings you've got a friend in me, it's very important." He half joked as he looked at Roma with a grin on his face, "I think you're just avoiding telling me about that wheezing noise you were telling me about," he teased.April 14, 2020

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“Me?! Rude??” Roman sat up dramatically, and grabbed his chest as if he was clutching his pearls, looking at Noah with the face of absolute shock, and horror. “I should slap you for saying sucha thang.” Roman did his best southern accent, being a professional actor and all, he felt he was licensed to do so. Noah honestly had no idea what he was getting himself into with Roman Beckett, but he was sure enough about to find out. He narrowed his eyes at the raven haired male when he decided to call him out on not giving an answer, and then went into his swan song about Toy Story. Honestly though, he was so fucking cute, which was why Roman felt like he wanted to punch him all the time. Same thing as wanting to squeeze a puppy for being so cute. You get the idea. “Okay love, it’s very important, and if it makes you feel better, I solemnly swear to watch Toy Story with you, and at that point, I will decide if my wheeze is akin to the - what was it, a parrot?” slaps face. “I’m not answering because I’m one of a kind. Any sound you hear come out of my mouth is utterly unique, and simply cannot be compared to anythin’.” He poked the bartender in the chest, smirking as he finally began to relax. Maybe tomorrow he would regret all of this, but for now, he was content to just fall asleep with Noah, and forget about life for now.

[cosleia]

blind date part three! I gotta know what happens when they both show up at the bar again, and what kind of slutty outfit hux is wearing.

Continued from here.

Unbelievable. The utter gall. There isn’t a bar called “Max’s” anywhere near Maz’s. After being handed such a flimsy excuse, Armitage should have said no to trying to meet again. But he can’t help himself. He has to know who this prick thinks he is.

If he’s hot enough, maybe Armitage will forgive him for a night. Otherwise, Armitage is going to make sure he knows what he’s missing.

Last night he wore a comfortable, wide-necked sweater and long trousers; tonight he’s not leaving much at all to the imagination. A black mesh crop top hugs his chest, three-quarter sleeves silhouetting his arms. Low on his hips, a pair of stylishly cut-off jean shorts put his thighs on full display. Black patent leather go go boots elevate him to an even more impressive height, and as a finishing touch, he’s painted his fingernails a glittery copper.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” comes the most unwelcome voice Armitage could possibly hear at the moment. “Hux, what the fuck.” It’s Ren, shoving his way through the crowd to get to the bar. Then he gets past the wall of bodies separating them and actually gets a look at him. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

“Why are you here?” Armitage hisses, forcing himself not to cover his nipples with his hands. He can feel them tightening, pushing against the mesh. One of them pokes through as it peaks.

“Rescheduled my date,” Ren says distractedly. His eyes are roving Armitage’s body…as well they should be. Armitage can at least take some grim satisfaction in that.

Wait.

“So you were on a date last night as well?”

“Fucking shit,” Ren says.

“Who would want to date you?” Armitage asks gleefully, throwing Ren’s words from last night in his face.

“Plenty of guys,” Ren growls, slouching his hands into his pockets. He hasn’t bothered to change from what he was wearing at work, a pair of jeans with a polo shirt and blazer. Not particularly interested in impressing tonight, apparently. The less stylish clothes don’t detract at all from his rich brown eyes and over-expressive mouth, though. Armitage is glad he pulled out all the stops with his own outfit.

“If you say so,” Armitage sniffs, taking a sip of his martini. “Well, don’t let me keep you.”

“We’re meeting here,” Ren says, sounding exasperated.

“Why the fuck—” Armitage closes his eyes and lets out a long breath through his nose. “Honestly. The same meeting place the next night?”

“And I suppose you’re just here to–to stand around and drink martinis looking like that,” Ren says.

Armitage feels a flush rising on the back of his neck and hopes it doesn’t spread to his face or ears. “What if I am?”

Ren stares at him a moment. Then he swings around in a violent motion, as though the simple act of turning away takes a great deal of effort. “Fine. You do whatever,” he says without looking back.

~

Quite a few men take notice of Armitage this time, standing close and buying him drinks. None of them is particularly attractive, and none of them is apparently his date. After dismissing his sixth suitor he pushes himself up onto a bar stool and scowls at his second pina colada.

No one has approached Ren at all. That’s a comfort, at least, though as the minutes drag into hours Armitage can’t help but wonder why. Ren is the perfect specimen, after all.

“Ren,” he calls, trilling the R a little because he can. “He still hasn’t shown up?”

Ren looks over and positively glowers.

“So sorry,” Armitage says. “Buy you a drink?”

A look of confusion crosses Ren’s face. “You’re not gonna gloat?” he mumbles as he sidles up.

“Of course I am,” Armitage says. “Have you seen how many men have bought me drinks? I’m just trying to help you catch up. You poor thing.”

“Asshole,” Ren says, but he doesn’t move away. If anything, he leans closer; Armitage thinks he can feel Ren’s body heat but it might just be the ambient heat of the bar, Armitage’s own temperature raised by drink.

“I’m magnanimous,” Armitage informs Ren, raising a hand to summon the bartender. “Get this man a—”

“—bottle of tequila,” Ren interrupts. Armitage gapes at him. “Thought you were magnanimous,” Ren says, and he’s grinning now, that smile that wrinkles his face up like some sort of deathly adorable puppy.

“You know what? Fine. Two glasses,” Armitage says.

~

“Hey,” Ren says after they’ve done their third shot. He’s sitting on the bar now, one foot propped up on the lacquered wood surface.

Armitage, who at this point is standing on top of the bar swaying to the music, bends down shakily in order to hear him. “What?”

“You have a nice tummy.”

Armitage laughs. “It’s nothing like yours,” he says. “Whoever stood you up twice in a row is some kind of idiot.”

Ren’s face looks pink. “Really?” he asks, warm breath washing over Armitage’s face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you big oaf. Like you don’t know.” Armitage stumbles a bit, and Ren catches his hand, helping him sit down on the bar.

“Huh,” Ren says. After a moment he adds, “Whoever stood you up yesterday is an idiot too.”

“Yesterday and today,” Armitage informs him. “Same as you.” He half-leans, half-collapses into Ren’s shoulder.

“No shit,” Ren says softly. “That’s fucked up.”

“Somewhere out there are two idiots who don’t know what they’re missing,” Armitage proclaims. His eyes drift closed.

Ren is quiet for so long that Armitage falls into a light sleep. When Ren does speak, low and hesitant, Armitage isn’t sure it’s actually happening, or if it’s part of a dream.

“I can’t believe anyone wouldn’t want you.”

Continued here.

[rawrkittenpurr]

Personal Trainer AU - Jack Maynard Imagine

Word count: 4068

Rating: Explicit (really, truly explicit. mostly pwp smut. please don’t read if you are underage and/or unconfortable with that)

Warnings: none

Summary: Jack is substituting for your regular PT. Sex ensues.

„Hi, my name is Y/N and I have a session booked in with Louisa at six”, you said to the girl at the reception, handing over your gym membership card.

„Oh, I’m so sorry, Louisa had to call in sick today. Someone should’ve called you, but they must have forgotten. I’m terribly sorry, it’s been a bit of a rush here today, with two of our trainers feeling poorly… But I’m sure we can find someone to cover your session, or you could go in and train on your own? Of course we will refund you the price of the training!” the girl said apologetically.

“Honestly, don’t worry about it. I’m sure all your trainers are equally good, I don’t mind if someone else takes over, truly. But please do find someone for me, because left to my own devices I know I will just spend 20 minutes on the elliptical watching Brooklyn 99 and call it a day”, you smiled at the girl. It was Friday night, you had a busy week of work behind you and you were not feeling very motivated as of that moment. You came to the gym straight from the office, because you knew from experience that if you’d had to go home to get your stuff, you would’ve just slumped down on the couch and probably not moved until midnight.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do for you. You can go ahead and get changed, and someone will be waiting for you when you’re done”, the receptionist said, handing you a lock and key for the lockers as well as a towel, “and thank you for being so understanding!”

You quickly changed into your workout gear – black leggings, a black sports bra and a flowy purple workout top with an open back –, pulled your hair into a ponytail so it wouldn’t bother you, grabbed your water bottle and the towel and headed out of the changing room. You were greeted by a blonde guy about your age, with really pretty blue eyes. He was attractive. This was going to be interesting.

“Hey, you must be Y/N. I’m Jack, and I’ll be kicking your arse today.”

“And I bet you’re going to enjoy that, won’t you”, you said to test the waters.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you enjoy it too, don’t you worry”, he replied, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. This was indeed going to be interesting all right.

“So I thought we could start with some warm-up, and in the meantime you can tell me about what you’ve been doing with Louisa, what your goals are, so that I can get a better picture of what you’re looking for, does that sound ok to you?”, Jack asked once you’ve walked over to the training area.

“Sure. I’ve been training with Louisa for about two months now I think. I don’t really have a specific goal in mind, I just kinda want to be the fittest version of myself if that makes sense?” you started to explain while Jack was directing you to do some jumps to get your heartrate up. “I used to always say to myself I’ll do it one day, like I’ll do it for my wedding or something, but then one day something in my brain just clicked and I thought why wait, why not do it now?” “So, no wedding coming up then?” Jack intercepted.

“Oh no, definitely single AF”, you laughed, “but it’s chill. I mean, I have everything I need”, you said, first of all to clarify that you were not desperate and second, because it was true. You were really not looking for a relationship and were perfectly happy with the arrangements you had going on when it came to sex. “Anyway”, you continued, progressively getting more out of breath, “don’t get me wrong, I still hate all of this. But then I see the results and I’m like yeah, it’s worth it.”

“I can see that”, Jack said, and you were pretty sure he was checking you out.

 Jack was not kidding when he said he would kick your ass. He gave you a very intense workout that pushed you to your limits, but you actually enjoyed it. You preferred working hard over half-assing your workouts; it gave you the satisfaction of knowing you did your best. You also had the feeling he had you do more squats than strictly necessary just so he could check your butt out, but you couldn’t say you minded that either.

“So, it’s Friday, you got any plans tonight?” Jack asked you as you were finishing up your stretching.

“I was actually planning on watching Netflix on my couch, but after this workout I feel strangely energised, so I might need to change those plans”, you admitted.

“Me and a few mates are actually going clubbing later, you can join us if you like. It’ll be around midnight though probably, so I don’t know if you’ll still be awake…”

This went easier than you thought. It wasn’t suave or smart, you could tell Jack was the sort of guy to rely on his looks and charm rather than his wit to woo over the ladies. But in all fairness, he was hot and he did ask you out and he was being quite direct about it, which you appreciated.

“I’m not actually a grandma, I’ll have you know. Midnight sounds good, text me where?” you held out your hand for his phone.

 Once you got home, you popped into the shower, washed your hair, moisturised thoroughly with a lotion that made your skin look glowing and smelled deliciously like a tropical cocktail on a beach, poured yourself a big glass of wine, then decided to potter around naked for the next few hours. At around 11, your phone buzzed with a text from Jack.

“Hey Y/N

You still up?”

At this point, you were about 3 glasses of wine in, and still naked, but at least you had successfully finished putting on your makeup.

“Yeah I’m good, just getting ready. Wby?” you texted back.

“Pre-gaming at Joe’s. Gonna get going soon though”

You wrapped yourself in your previously discarded towel, grabbed your wine glass and took a selfie. “Cheers!” you typed, sending the pic to Jack. His reply was a string of emojis, including the fire and the dancing girl one. He also sent you the name of the club and told you to meet them up front in half an hour.

It was time to get dressed. You decided on a set consisting of a high-waisted, tight midi skirt and a crop top. The outfit hugged your curves and showed off a bit of your tummy. Essentially, it put your whole body on display while still making you look relatively dressed up. You debated for a while if Jack was worth wearing heels for, but ultimately decided in favour of them. Then you grabbed your bag and headed down to your Uber.

The club Jack told you to meet them at was of the posh but tacky variety, trying really hard to look like it was in Vegas or something, with secluded ‘VIP areas’ with white leather couches and low, mirrored coffee tables. It was the sort of club mostly frequented by girls in their late teens and men of all ages trying to hit on them. You didn’t much mind the club though, because the music was good, a mixture of hip-hop and R’n’B, easy to dance to and in your opinion much nicer than the monotonous, electronic stuff. There was a little bit of a line forming out front, you hoped that the club would be decently full but not jam-packed. Getting out of the car, you spotted Jack standing a little bit off to the side with a small group of people, and walked over.

“Damn, Y/N”, Jack exclaimed, checking you out from head to toe as you were approaching him, “you looked fine this afternoon, but this is on a whole new level!” He pulled you in and kissed you on the cheek. He smelled really nice, cool and clean and fresh, but with an undercurrent of something spicy.

“You’re not looking so bad yourself, I must say”, you licked your lips. Jack was wearing a dark blue and red, tropical patterned silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a few of the top buttons unbuttoned, tight, ripped black jeans and white sneakers. His hair was tousled and wavy and somehow looked both softer and blonder than in the gym. You had the urge to run your hand through it, although you were quite sure it was probably less soft and way more stiff with product than it looked. Also that he wouldn’t appreciate you messing it up. Also that you would totally still do that later.

He waved you over and quickly introduced you to the bunch of people he was with: Joe, Conor, Mikey, Caspar, as well as a few girls whose name you didn’t bother to remember.

“It really isn’t fair”, you heard Joe complain to no one in particular, “Jack pulling these girls who are out of his league all the time.” Jack replied with a grin, saying how it was one of the perks that came with his job. You were not sure if this whole exchange was intended to be much more subtle or if Jack just didn’t care if his dates knew he was a bit of a player, but it was okay. You weren’t looking for anything serious either.

“Come on, Y/N”, Jack motioned you over and put his arm around your waist, skipping the line and guiding you directly towards the door, “this way.”

“Are you famous or something?” you teased as you realized you were entering directly through the previously described VIP lounge.

“I got connections”, he smiled, wiggling his brows at you.

Once inside, you each took a shot of vodka from the chilled bottle of Grey Goose that seemed to have materialised on the table in front of you as soon as the group walked in. A few of the guys took some pics and videos for their Snapchats and Insta stories that some of the girls with you tried really hard to be included in, while others were basically hiding. This was weird, but it was none of your business. A few minutes passed, and you were happily singing along to the songs the DJ was playing, dancing around a little on the spot. You really just wanted to get out on the dancefloor, so you took Jack’s hand and pulled him with you as the tunes of the new Jason Derulo song started blasting from the speakers. You were a decent dancer – definitely not able to come up with imaginative freestyle choreographies on the spot, and you were never quite sure what to do with your hands; but you were pretty good at copying other people’s moves and really good at twerking. What surprised you more was that while most boys tended to just hop from one leg to the other and stay in the background, Jack could actually keep up with you, pulling you closer and giving you space at the right moments while also showing off his moves.

“That was hot”, you exclaimed as the song ended. In return, Jack pulled you in close, grabbed your butt and kissed you hard on the mouth. It was a nice kiss, more lips than tongue, soft and wet and warm, inviting and exploring rather than aggressive and pushy. You had one hand on the small of his back, just above the waistband of his jeans, the other around his neck. You flexed your fingers and scraped your nails slightly against the back of his head, which he seemed to like, as he responded by squeezing you even closer to him, both of his hands on your backside still. Jack licked along your lips and you opened them slightly. Suddenly, he bit down against your lower lip and you pulled in a sharp breath, digging your nails into his skin. Opening your eyes and taking a step back, you broke the kiss and started dancing again. Turning you around, he drew you close to him again so that your back was against him, kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder softly and started to move against you, following the music.

The two of you spent the next hour or so dancing, grinding and making out on the dancefloor, only heading back to your booth twice for a bit of rest, drinks and a few words of shouted conversation over the music. As the night progressed, more of the buttons on Jack’s shirt became undone and you could now see quite a bit of his tanned chest. You have teased each other so long, both of you were completely turned on. You had butterflies in your tummy, a big smile plastered on your face and a pleasant, tingling sensation all over your body, as if your skin was electrified. You were also quite sure you could feel his hardness pushing against your thigh as you pressed into him while dancing. You lowered one hand and traced the outline of his bulge, palming him through his jeans. So far, you had no complaints.

“You wanna get out of here?” you heard Jack shout.

You nodded. “Back to mine? No flatmates, and it’s close to here. I’ll go to the loo and call an Uber, meet me at the booth in 10?”

When you got back to the VIP section, you found only Caspar and two girls at your table. Nevertheless, you said your goodbyes and made your way to the car already waiting for you outside. Thankfully, your flat was indeed close by and in the sparse night-time traffic it only took you about 10 minutes to get there. Which was for the best, because you two had a really hard time keeping your behaviour in the backseat decent. Your skirt, which normally reached to your knees, was pushed up to mid-thigh level, and Jack was stroking along the inside of your leg. Your hands found their way under his shirt, tracing out the hard edges of his body. You were kissing each other differently now, longer, passionately and with more intent, sucking and biting. By the time the car pulled up in front of your house, you were burning with anticipation. Although you usually didn’t tend to, you tipped the driver and made sure to give him 5 stars, he definitely deserved it.

Once you got up to your flat, you kicked off your heels and motioned to the left.

“Bedroom’s that way, bathroom too. Go on, I’ll be there in a minute. And wash your hands, will ya?”

While Jack took off towards your bedroom, you went to the kitchen, washed your hands and filled up two large glasses with cold water, then you followed him into your bedroom. Jack was lying back against the headboard of your bed, still completely dressed but with his shirt now completely open and hanging off his shoulders. He looked incredible, eyeing you expectantly. You handed him one of the waters and drank most of yours, setting the glass down on your dresser, a safe distance away from the bed. You shortly debated your range of movement, then decided to strip out of your skirt, discarding it on the floor.

“Nice”, Jack said in a low voice, sitting up a little straighter and putting down his glass of water. “Louisa’s been doing a good job”, he added, regaining his composure. You poked your tongue out and wiggled your butt at him, then walked over and straddled him, placing your knees on each side of his hips. Taking his shirt off completely, you finally had access to all of his upper body, something you have been looking forward to all night. You brushed your fingers lightly against his tattoos.

“You like them?” Jack asked you. “Yeah”, you admitted, your voice a little breathy, “They’re really nice.”

You kissed him again, then proceeded to kiss down the line of his neck and all along his shoulder, leaving behind little wet spots. All the while, your hands were roaming his body, grabbing and stroking. You couldn’t get enough of him. Moving downwards, you flicked your tongue experimentally against his right nipple.

“Come here”, Jack said, and you sat up a little. He took off your top and bra and started playing with your boobs, licking and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while teasing the other one with his fingers.

“Mhhhhm”, you moaned, rolling your hips down onto his dick almost involuntarily. Pulling back slightly, you unbuckled his belt and worked his fly open, removing his jeans and underwear in one go. Then you took a few seconds to look at his now exposed penis. As you suspected, he was a decent size, slightly thicker towards the head, pretty straight and uncut. All in all, you were impressed. You took a sip of water, gave him a peck on the lips and leaned back to pull your hair up into a ponytail. You could see him perk up, after all, this was basically the universally accepted sign of ‘she’s gonna go down on you’.

Taking him in your hand, you swirled your tongue around the head, getting it nice and wet before taking it into your mouth fully. Keeping him steady with your hand, you bobbed your head up and down a few times, sucking slightly more as you were coming up, but not taking his whole length in fully yet.

“Talk to me, Jack”, you said, pulling off. “Tell me what you want.”

You were not averse to some dirty talk in the first place. Plus you pegged Jack for a talker, which hopefully meant he would be into this too. But most importantly, you had literally known him less than 12 hours, and you didn’t have any time to experiment. If you were both going to get what you wanted from this, you needed to ensure good communication.

Putting his dick back in your mouth, you started moving again, joining your mouth’s movement with your hand too, really getting into it. With each downward stroke you took him in deeper, until you managed to get all of him in. His right hand flew to the back of your head to keep you in place as you were moving just the tiniest bit, without really pulling back at all.

“Fuck, you’re good at this”, Jack proclaimed, and you would’ve chuckled at the compliment, except you didn’t want to choke nor gag. Pulling back, you started moving again, quicker this time, licking against the vein on the underside of his penis and swirling your tongue around the head at every move.

“Fuck. Okay, baby, keep doing that, but with a hint of teeth. Just like that, yeah. And play with my balls”, Jack was finally finding his words and you were on fire. You gave better head turned on, and giving it turned you on even more, so this was a win-win situation. Jack’s words went straight to your core and you could feel yourself getting wetter. You could also taste Jack’s pre-come in your mouth and felt his balls tighten as you were juggling them between your fingers, so by all means, this was working for both of you. With one last satisfied pop, you pulled your mouth off his Jack’s dick. Standing up, you took off your panties and opened the first drawer of your bedside table, taking out a condom and throwing it in Jack’s general direction on the bed. It was time to get things moving along.

“Do we have to?” he asked, with a slightly whiney but mostly just curious tone.

“Yes”, you cut the discussion short. Although you were on hormonal birth control too, so it wouldn’t have been necessary, you were sleeping with several people and you assumed Jack was as well, and STIs were really not fun.

Hopping back on the bed, you lied down next to Jack. Once he was done adjusting the condom, he lied back as well, turning on his side to face you. Cradling the side of your cheek with his left hand, he kissed you, reaching down with his right and swiping a finger along your pussy tentatively. You adjusted your position, opening up your legs to give him better access.

“You’re already so wet for me, babe”, he hummed appreciatively, “I wanna see how fast I can make you come.”

Pushing a finger into you, he pumped in and out a few times before adding a second one. Moving more in an up and down manner rather than in and out, he was brushing against your G-spot and you moaned out. Seemingly on their own accord, your hips moved against his fingers, meeting his strokes.

“Yeah… more… like that”, you brought out.

His left hand had never left the side of your face, now he swiped his thumb against your lips and you sucked his finger into your mouth readily. He continued stroking against you and you could feel yourself getting closer, your hips flailing aimlessly, desperately trying to find some more friction. Jack’s right thumb came up to circle your clit in time with his brushes against your insides, and in a few minutes you were coming, crying out and biting down on his finger in your mouth as your whole body flexed.

“Please, in me, now!” you exhaled desperately, grabbing the base of his cock and lining him up. He slid into you easily, pushing in completely and starting up a steady rhythm. You took a second to appreciate Jack’s figure above you. His carefully styled hair was more dishevelled now, a fine line of sweat forming at his temples along his hairline. You remembered your urge from earlier in the night to run your fingers through his hair. Curving your fingers around the back of his head, you pulled his face down to yours and kissed him. You were beyond words now, the only sounds escaping you being sighs and moans. With both of your hands around his neck, you held on tightly as he pumped into you, meeting his thrusts halfway. Slowly, you started to regain your composure. You could tell Jack was getting more tired, his rhythm growing increasingly erratic and irregular.

“Let me get on top”, you suggested.

Jack lied back gladly, helping you carefully readjust your position and sliding back into you. After a few slow and deep movements, you kept him buried deep in you, rocking your hips back and forth. You leaned back slightly, finding the perfect angle. Moving forwards and up, Jack was hitting your G-spot with every thrust, rubbing against the sensitive area all the way. Cradling your own breast, you started caressing your nipples, getting lost in pleasure. You locked eyes with Jack, who was watching you with pupils blown wide, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N”, he sighed in an exasperated voice.

“Touch me”, you replied and Jack obliged, one hand coming up to your waist as the other touched your butt, grabbing and massaging slightly.

Speeding up your movements, you could feel yourself getting close again, but you were also becoming impatient. You began stroking your clit with one hand, the combination of stimuli soon pushing you over the edge of your second orgasm. The pleasure rocked through your body, your eyes squeezing shut and your head falling back in ecstasy. As soon as you were able to catch your breath a little bit, you leaned forward again, supporting yourself on your elbows on either side of Jack’s body. He thrusted into you deeply a few more times before he came with a choked moan.

You waited a few seconds for both of your breathing to return to normal, then got off him carefully, sitting down at the edge of the bed and drinking a few sips of water. Jack got rid of the condom, then lied down, kissing you sweetly and pulling you down with him.

“That was fun”, he said, smiling at you.

“Yeah”, you agreed, wiggling down lower and pulling up the duvet to cover you; smiling back at him happily, “it really was.”