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91nighthawk · 5 months

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My son's 23rd birthday

To start I'd like to inform you all that today was my son's 23rd birthday, so as you can imagine the days been quite busy for me. Sadly he isn't home now, he had made plans to go drinking with friends and theirs a fair chance he won't be back till the morning. However that doesn't mean I didn't give him the best birthday I could while he was here.

I'm not gonna lie, I've slowly been feeling equal parts anxious and excited for this all week. Now with everything come and gone I honestly feel a strange sense of calm and happiness. For a little refresh on everything that's gotten us here, I'll put a link to my [First](https://reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/s/rBQwfhqT0H) and [Last](https://reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/s/kawhjcvttU) post.

The day started out simple with the both of us waking up in our bed and me wishing him a happy birthday. He told me about his plans with his friends and while I was a little disappointed, I reminded myself that this was his day. We got up and headed to the livingroom where I began to cook his favorite breakfast. He was acting affectionate holding me from behind while I cooked and he asked what his present would be. I don't know if he had a feeling about what I was planning but it didn't matter, I wanted to do something special for him.

I told him that his gift was simple, as of today he would be the true man of the house.. and as the man of the house, whatever he wants goes. He took a moment to think on this before reaffirming that I truly meant anything, which I did.

It didn't take long after that before he chose to test the waters, while holding me from behind he simply said that he'd like to see me without panties. The request definitely aroused me, but with as much composure as I could muster I accepted and slid off my panties. As he reached down and began to play with my clit, he told me that he'd like me to stay like this for him today. Which I of course nodded to in agreement, spending the rest of the day with my ass and pussy out for him.

The day was intense after this as I found myself at the mercy of my son's deepest fantasies. He fingered me, licked me, kissed me.. made me suck him and stroke him until he came, each time doing so on my pussy. As the sun began to fall I felt filthy down there, my pussy was sticky with his loads and I smelled like his property. Yet he still hadn't done what I figured he would do.. I began to think maybe he didn't feel he was ready.

I won't lie, I began to feel a little disappointed but I wasn't about to force something like this on my son so if that's how the day would go then so be it. It was an hour left until he would be leaving with his friends and I was getting some stuff ready for a shower. Then suddenly as I'm gathering a change of clothes I hear my bedroom door shut.

He moves quick and pins me back against my dresser kissing me deeply and roughly, his hand reaching for my bare bottom and squeezing. At this moment I began to regret all the lessons I'd been giving him, as he seemed to know his way around my body nearly as well as me. Finally he led me back to my bed and pushed me onto it as he took down his pants and pushed his cock against my cum soaked clit. I felt like a nervous virgin here breathing heavily as my son slowly prodded my entrance, looking in my eyes before dropping the biggest bomb I'd ever heard. He said that he knows about my reddit account, and with that, I felt every inch of my son's cock slowly squeeze into my pussy.

I was out of practice, I hadn't been fucked in years at this point, so to feel myself being entered like this was enough to make me cum hard. He began to whisper, calling me his slutty mom, his soulmate, his bitch! He rocked in and out of me at a steady forceful pace, pushing as deep as he could with each thrust making my toes curl! I wrapped my legs around him as I moaned and whimpered my son's name, my pussy aching around him as I closed my eyes!

He went on telling me that he wants me to make a new post tonight, a post telling every one of my fans about how much I loved being fucked by my own son. How I've always wanted this deep down, and how I don't want him to find another girl, that I wanna be his only girl! He said if I promised to do that, then he'd give me what I really wanted.. so I agreed.

With that he pulled out of me and had me bend over on my bed, sticking my ass up as he knelt behind me, in an instant sliding his cock back into me! He fucked me! He fucked me so hard! I came over and over! I think it had to have been three or four times total, but at this point they were so frequent that they blended together. I felt my legs shaking as his cock slammed in me and his hands gripped my hips tightly! He said that he loves me, that he's always loved me, and that he was about to fill me.. just like I wanted.

I whimpered and gasped out desperate please for it, I begged my son to cum in me! With that, his cock slammed balls deep and I felt the sensation of his throbbing cock shooting his cum into my womb. It was by far the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced, and the taste of my boys lips after made it all the sweeter.. ❤️

We spent some time like that.. connected and close as a mother and son could ever be. He told me that I shouldn't shower tonight, that way I could keep his scent till he got back.. it was a filthy suggestion, but I followed my mans orders. After awhile I cleaned his cock off and sent him on his way to hang out with friends while I returned to my room.

Only now as I fulfill his request and take the time to think on what happened have I begun to consider that, all this may have been his plan. I don't wanna go into it.. but, I think hes truly gotten me to fall for him. I'm laying here typing this, drooling at the idea of him coming back home to me his mother, his lover! I feel like a needy housewife.. and honestly it's the happiest I've felt in a long time.

I don't want this to end.. I love my Nathan more than I could ever love any other man and no matter where he wants to take us, I'll go. With that tho, I'll be laying here waiting for my lover to come home, hoping that he reads this while out with his friends. Knowing that at home he has a mother and a lover eager awaiting her mans return.

I love you Nathan, don't stay out too late.. ❤️❤️❤️

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indiee19 · 3 years

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This Waiting Is Driving Me Wild

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: A buzzed haired Alex teases you all throughout an awards event; you reject him at first, and he makes you regret it later.

warnings: smut, light bondage, spit kink, edging

word count: 5.6k

-Requested from Wattpad

a/n: I have no damn clue if the kink shit is correct, so don't mind that, also I may change it later, so who knows

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You felt anticipation build up in the pit of your stomach whenever they announced the nominees for the best alternative album of 2018 category: Colors by Beck, Masseduction by St. Vincent, and Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino by Arctic Monkeys.

You held your breath, every inch of your body hoping for Alex's band to win, then they called the winner.

"And the winner is ... Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino by the Arctic Monkeys," the presenter called, stopping in between words to read the winner of off the card. You and everybody else in the room clapped and as the band stood up, Alex gave you a kiss, then walked up to the stage with the rest of the band to accept the award.

He winked at you while he was walking up the stairs without anyone but you knowing, making you blush. He walked up to the stand and took the microphone from the lady, beginning to speak. "One, two. One, two, there we go. Well, I would first of all like to thank everyone who has supported us by listening to the album, buying it, and coming to our shows. I'm very glad that you all enjoyed it enough for us to win, and for that, I'd like to say thank you, this truly does mean a lot," he said, Matt and Nick chattering behind him.

Alex said thank you one last time before they walked off stage, walking back to the table, sitting down beside you. He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, placing the award down on the table. They soon started to call the next award nominees, and most everyone paid attention to it, you included. Alex on the other hand was watching you and you saw out of the corner of your eye that he licked his lips, one of his hands coming up to your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to the hem of your dress, coming closer and closer to go under it.

You quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away, leaning over to tell him something. "Alex, we can't, not here, not now. We're at an awards event, one where your album is nominated," you said sternly. He bit his lip and looked as if he was deep in though, which he normally was, always coming up with the perfect response to everything.

"But, baby, you look so sexy and I don't know how much longer I can wait to 'ave you," he said, whispering in your ear, rubbing your thigh again. You moved your hand over his to top him from moving up your thigh. You turned to pay more attention to the rest of the awards ceremony.

They called the next category and said the nominees' names, another host going up to the stage to announce the winner, everyone clapping their hands, you included, when they did. While the winner was giving a small speech, Alex leaned over and kissed your neck lightly, making you look back him and give him a glare as a warning to stop. He just smirked, knowing just how to get you riled up.

He leaned over, whispering another profanity in your ear. "Baby, you look so sexy in that dress. I can't wait to have you."

"Well, you have to wait," you replied, kissing his cheek, grabbing his hand to stop him from moving any further up your leg. You looked into his eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he didn't.

You tried to be patient, hoping that he would realize that you couldn't do anything with him at the moment, and maybe not at all tonight since you would get home late and be really tired - or at least that's what you thought.

The winner walked off stage and they started to announce the next category. Though as you watched and listened, Alex started back up again with his teasing, his hand now going up your dress, ignoring your previous warnings, finding its way to the hemline of your panties, toying with it.

"Alex," you warned, grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further than he already was. "I told you, you have to wait until we get home."

"But, baby, this waiting is driving me wild, and I know that it's driving you wild too, can't tell me otherwise," he said, getting more confident at the end of the statement. You laughed. "No, it's not actually. Because, unlike you, I'm not horny twenty-four seven," you said, turning away.

"Don't lie to me, I know 'ow horny you get. Remember the 2014 BRITS?" he said nonchalantly, whispering in your ear. You lied and said you didn't, but you did.

"God, Alex, please just take me already," you moaned, his tip teasing your entrance. You'd begged all throughout the awards ceremony for him to take you to the bathroom and fuck you, and he finally gave in, escaping the after party, leaving and going home.

He was now teasing you, making sure that you were a whimpering mess for him. He cocked his head and pushed himself all the way inside you.

It was a very, very long night.

"Yes, you do. You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he said, kissing your cheek. You rolled your eyes and tried your best to ignore him, pushing his hands away, dodging his kisses, tuning him out, insisting that you talk to Katie and Jamie instead.

You were able to make it through another thirty minutes of the ceremony, Alex taking a break from being a narcissistic, horny, teasing asshole. Though after the thirty minutes was gone, he started right back where he started. It didn't matter how many times you told him no, your warnings only fueled him even more, getting bolder and bolder each time.

He leaned over to you when no one was looking, everyone else far too focused on the stage. "Baby, when we get home, I'm going to fuck you up," he whispered, gripping your thigh tightly. Though his words weren't abnormal for him, they did take you by surprise. You looked at him, surprised by his boldness to do that in front of everyone.

"Alex," you said, giving him a warningly look. He just smirked, more than likely planning how he was going to get you to beg for him by the end of the night.

He of course continued this behavior the rest of the awards show, making sure to tease you, placing kisses to your neck when no one was looking, whispering dirty profanities in your ear, rubbing up your thigh, eventually going under your dress to play with them hemline of your underwear .... again.

The event had ended and you and Alex were now at the after party, even though you hated parties. You were talking to Kelly and Nick, the only thing that would keep you sane at the moment, and you were congratulating Nick on the awards that they had won tonight. "Congratulations, Nick. You all deserve the award so, so much," you said.

"Oh, it's really nothing, but thank you anyways," he said, waving it off. Him and Kelly walked over to Jamie and Katie to talk to them, leaving you alone. You decided to go and find Alex, haven't had seen him in the past thirty minutes, wondering where he was.

You looked around for at least ten minutes, asking anyone you knew where he was, most of them not knowing themselves. You finally found him talking with Miles, who would have thought. The two most amazing friends hanging out together, you should have known.

Alex's back was facing you, so Miles noticed you first. "Oh, hey, love," he said, making Alex turn around. "Hey, Mi. Do you mind if I steal Alex away from you for just a minute?" you said, holding Alex's arm. He shook his head no and got up, leaving you and Alex alone.

"Alex, can we leave?" you asked. He smirked, taking your request the wrong way, thinking that you wanted him now. "You finally came to your senses, I see," he smirked, grabbing you by the waist, kissing your neck while no one was looking. You pushed him away for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"No, Alex, not like that. I mean that I'm tired and want to go home," you explained. But he of course wouldn't take that as an answer, thought that you were just begging him for him to take you. He kept saying that you weren't tired and just decided that you wanted him, saying that you both could go to the bathroom instead of going home and leaving.

You kept trying to convince him, kept trying to prove that you were tired and you even brought up the fact that you hated parties to try and convince him.

Finally, you convinced him, and he was ready to take you home. "Fine, just let me have a smoke and we'll leave," he said, couldn't believe that you didn't want him. You nodded and stayed seated while he went outside to smoke.

You waited patiently - twenty-two minutes went by and still no Alex. You decided to go and look for him, then head out to the car. You quickly said goodbye to everyone and walked outside, immediately seeing Alex. He was done with his smoke, seemingly waiting for you. "You ready to leave, darling?" he asked, smirking, still not believing that you wanted to go home because you were tired.

"Yes, I am, Al," you said, taking his hand, Alex leading you to the car, opening the door for you, walking around to the other side to get in, starting the car. And finally, after three long hours of his teasing, it was time to leave and go home, and just like before, Alex of course had to tease you to his fullest extent. "Can't believe that you didn't want me earlier," he said, his voice suggestive.

"I always want you, Al, but I'm tired. I'm ready for bed," you said. You were very tired, the amount of interviews Alex was in tonight, the waiting, killed you, the amount of times you had to push Alex's hand away and tell him no, and then the after party that you had practically begged for Alex to take you home. And Alex being, well, Alex, took your begs as requests for him to take you home and fuck you, and you had to convince him that it was because you were tired, which took a lot of convincing that wore you out.

You were glad when you and Alex finally got home, you were ready to go to bed, but Alex had other plans, immediately slamming you against the wall, kissing you deeply. If you were tired before, you surely weren't now, the heat of the kiss waking you up fully from your sleepy state.

He grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump and you did. Alex carried you down the hallway all the way into the bedroom, almost throwing you on the bed. He began to rid you of your clothes, leaving you in just your bra and underwear, kissing you everywhere he could. You tried to unbutton his shirt, but he quickly pushed your hands away, not allowing you to touch him.

Alex leaned down and captured you lips in a hard, passionate kiss, you hands going around his neck, scratching at the fuzz on the back of his neck. He bit you bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips, exploring you mouth. You could taste the wine and beer he'd had at the event, as well as the last cigarette he smoked right before you left the after party.

You felt him hard against your leg, his cock straining in his tight trousers. He pulled away from the steamy kiss unexpectedly, starting to crawl down your body, kissing down your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, stopping at your abdomen, just above where you needed him, the ache between your legs more prominent than it had been all night long.

He looked up at you, your eyes locking with his. "Alex, please," you begged, desperate for him now.

"Look who's begging for me to fuck you now," he smirked, the cocky tone in his voice obvious. You begged him some more with your eyes, eventually getting exactly what you wanted. He pulled down your underwear with his teeth, and you kicked them off into the floor. Alex nudged your thighs apart with one of his hands and started to kiss up your thighs, stopping when he reached your core, blowing on it, sending shivers up your body.

He waited a moment, and you were about to beg him again, but he quickly dipped his head down, placing wet, sloppy kisses to your heat, using his hands to hold your thighs as far apart they could go. And then his tongue lapped at your folds, spreading around your arousal.

He moved down to your dripping wet cunt, sticking his tongue inside of you, knowing how crazy it would drive you. You gripped the sheets, balling them up in your fists, needing to have something to hold on to, his hair not nearly long enough for you to do that.

Alex lifted his head up from your heat, wiping his face that was slick with your arousal. "Knew you wanted me. You're so wet, baby," he drawled, looking at the mess he had made of you in barely seven minutes.

He dipped his head back down to your heat again, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, holding them far apart. His tongue kept poking inside of you, and you writhed underneath him, the feeling too good, he was too good.

He moved his mouth back over to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, quickly replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, starting to pump them in and out of you slowly, setting a pace to your dismay. Though the pace wasn't nearly what you wanted, it drove you wild. He'd done this so many times, drove you wild so many times, that he knew exactly how to drive you mad, knew exactly how to make you feel so good.

You started to absent mindly grind your hips on his face, desperate to try and get his fingers to go faster in and out of you and to sink deeper inside of you. Alex chuckled against your skin, vibrations shooting up your body, and he took one of his hands and placed it on your hip to hold you down.

He quickly started to move his fingers faster, your orgasm getting closer and closer. "Alex, I-I'm so close," you said, voice trailing off into a moan as he had pressed down on your clit. He pressed down on your clit harder and with that, you shook, your orgasm washing over you.

You gripped the sheets tighter and wrapped your legs around Alex's head, his hand still on your hips. He kept moving his fingers, and you rode out your high. Alex sat up, removing his fingers from you and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He sat up, wiping his face that was, once again, slick with your arousal. You looked up at him, meeting eyes with him, seeing only lust in them. "How many do you think you can do?" Alex asked, removing his shirt, standing up to remove the rest of his clothes, leaving his bandanna neck scarf, which you didn't think much of at the moment, and you wasted no time before sitting up to help him out of his pants, stroking his cock when you removed his boxers.

He was painfully hard, precum forming on his tip that was a slight reddish purple color. He pushed you back down on the bed, sitting over your hips, straddling you. "I think that I can do th-three - oh," you said, moaning when he pushed your legs apart and pushed himself inside you, his head dropping down on your shoulder, biting down on it, sure to leave a mark.

He gave you very little time to fully adjust, starting to move once he regained some of his composure. He pulled almost all the way out of you before slamming back into you, gripping your hip with one hand, the other one holding himself above you.

Your hands ghosted over his toned chest, stopping at his broad shoulders, gripping onto them tightly, your nails digging into his skin. Alex started moving faster - much, much faster. Your eyes closed automatically, the way his cock stroked your walls felt too good, driving you mad. One of your hands moved up to the back of his head, scratching at the fuzz on his freshly buzzed head.

Your moans got louder as he fucked you harder, faster, and more mercilessly, taking good care of you like he always did. Alex's hand that was on your hip moved to rub vigorously on your clit, thrusting in and out of you faster and faster. Alex delivered a very hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, your grip on his shoulders tightening, so much so that you were sure that you would leave a mark. You rode out your high, Alex's movements not even slowing, but going faster.

Moans fell from your mouth, getting louder and louder. You'd just come down from your second orgasm, you were tired and sore and wore out, and you didn't know how much more you could take. Alex's head dropped down on your shoulder, placing kisses to it, eventually settling on a spot and sucking harshly on it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your feet locking at the back, and you started to grind onto him to meet his movements, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. A knot started to build up in the pit of your stomach, your third orgasm approaching you faster than the previous two had.

"God, love, you feel so fucking good," Alex grunted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, flicking your clit along with each thrust. And with that, you shook, your third orgasm washing over you, riding out the intense waves of pleasure. You felt pure euphoria and bliss. You held onto Alex tightly, your legs tightening as your cunt contracted around him, drawing him in, holding him close.

You came down from your orgasm, opening your tightly shut eye, Alex's movements stopping. You untangled your legs and unwrapped your arms from around him, and he pulled out of you, sitting up on his knees, gripping the base of his cock tightly. He was clearly struggling to hold on himself, the sight of you coming undone just enough for him, and the sight could've solely made him come undone.

"Turn around, doll. On all fours," he drawled, motioning for you to turn around. You looked at him, didn't know how much more you could take, thought that you both agreed on three. "A-Alex, I don't know how much more-" you tried to say, but he cut you off.

"You can take it, and you will take it," he said. You hesitantly sat up, turning around. You looked over your shoulder at Alex. He was lining himself up with your entrance; you felt his tip poking inside of you, making you whimper out. "A-Alex."

He smirked and pushed inside you, bottoming out in one swift thrust. His hand soothed down your back, finding its way to your shoulder and he gripped it tightly, starting to thrust almost immediately. You closed your eyes tightly, the feeling already starting to become too good.

You moaned loudly when Alex began to thrust into you hardly, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hair, gripping it. His pace increased gradually, each thrust getting faster and harder. "Yes, fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," Alex groaned, somehow increasing his pace.

"A-Alex ... fuck ... faster," you whimpered, feeling a knot form in the pit of your stomach, your orgasm approaching very, very quickly.

"Givin' orders now, are we?" Alex spat, slowing his pace before slamming back into you hardly.

"I-I'm sorry," you whimpered. Alex moved his hand that was on your hip to your clit, rubbing harshly on it, and his hand that was in your hair moved down to cup your throat, pulling you flat against his chest. Sweat pooled on Alex's chest and forehead. His hand that was on your neck moved around your body to grab your breast, fondling it.

You needed something to hold on to, so your grabbed his arm that was across your front, holding on tightly, your other hand moving to the back of his head, scratching at the fuzz on his nape.

Alex's thrusts got faster and harder, and he rubbed more vigorously on your clit. You were so close, could practically taste your orgasm approaching. Alex thrusted up into you and that was almost enough for you, just one more and you were gone. But before you could, Alex stopped his movements and pulled out of you.

You were confused, had thought that he needed his release just as much as you, so you slowly turned around to face him and you propped yourself up on your elbows. "Alex, w-why'd you stop?" you questioned. He was looking you up and down.

"You was getting way too grabby for me liking," he drawled, crawling back over you. He removed his bandanna from around his neck, grabbing your wrists, bringing them up to the headrest, tying your hands to it with his bandanna. "There, that's better, innit?" he said, sitting up and straddling your hips once again, looking at the sight of you in front of him.

He started to kiss down your body, biting and leaving marks wherever he could. Once he reached your abdomen, he moved down to your heat, placing wet, sloppy kisses to your heat once again. His tongue lapped at your folds, spreading around your arousal. His hands gripped your thighs and you pulled on your restraints, desperate to hold onto something as leverage.

Alex moved down to your entrance, sticking his tongue inside of you, beginning to fuck you with it. One of his hands moved to your abdomen to keep your hips down after you started to grind on his face again, and he started to rub on your clit with his thumb on that hand. He was making you feel so, so good, but then again, when didn't he make you feel amazing?

Your moans got louder as he rubbed on your clit and moved his tongue faster, gripping your thigh tightly with his other hand. Soon he removed his hands from you altogether and moved his tongue back to your folds, pressing down on your clit with it, instead using his fingers to fuck you, moving them in and out of you at an alarmingly fast rate. He never let you get used to a feeling for very long, alternating between pressing down on your clit and moving his fingers quickly to lapping at your folds and slowing his fingers.

As you kept tugging on your restraint, the headrest started to bang against the wall, the noise echoing through the room, filling it along with your moans and whimpers. You instinctively wrapped your legs around Alex's head, drawing him in closer. He chuckled against your skin, send vibrations up your body, tipping you over the edge.

You tugged harshly on your wrists, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You moaned loudly, tightening your legs around Alex's head, crying out his name over and over. "F-fuck, Alex, fuck," you whimpered.

You came down from your high, and you were so sure, positive even, that Alex had had enough and would give you a break, but no, he kept going, moving his fingers and lapping at your folds like nothing had happened. Because to him, nothing did happen, so he just kept on.

He moved his fingers faster, curling and twisting them deep inside of you, making you cry out his name. The feeling of his fingers stroking your walls just right, the feeling of his mouth covering you heat over and over made you feel an indescribable feeling of pleasure. You were absolutely positive that there was a mark on your wrists from Alex's bandanna and were sure that Alex had many various handprints decorating your body which would no doubt last at least a week, maybe even more.

Alex had begun to suck your clit into his mouth, occasionally pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alex looked up at you, and your eyes met and he saw just how amazing he was making you feel and he smirked against your skin, and you could feel him do it too. HIs grip on your abdomen had loosened up quite a bit and you started to grind onto his face again, trying get his fingers to sink deeper into you, to get some sort of friction since he ceased all movement of his fingers. Surprisingly, he didn't make you stop, he just let you move your hips freely. allowing you to make yourself feel good on his fingers. Though, in the back of your mind you knew that he wasn't stopping you for a reason, no doubt planning another way to make you come undone for him by his own means, his own rules, and by his own doing.

You were so close, nearly there, just needed to feel him curl his fingers inside of you, which he did while you were moving your hips, one more time. You were just about to let go whenever he stopped, pulling away from your heat, removing his fingers, making you whimper, and he sat up, leaving you barely on the edge, your orgasm so close, but so far away as it began to fade away.

"Wh-what? N-no, no, Alex," you said, your need to let go growing quickly by every passing second, the need to feel him inside you growing as well. "What, doll? What do you need?" Alex asked as he moved over you, his arms keeping him above you.

"I-I need you," you whimpered, Alex's promise of saying that he was going to 'fuck you up' coming true.

"'ow bad do you need me?" he drawled, slowly kissing up your neck, biting down on a spot. You whimpered. "I need you s-so bad, Alex." He chuckled, thinking of something for a moment, quickly giving telling what you needed to do. "You want me, then spit in me mouth," he said nonchalantly.

You were confused for a moment. You knew that he had a spitting kink, but he never showed any part of it in all the time that you two were together. You took a moment to think about it before you nodded and he opened his mouth and you spat in his mouth. You weren't proud of what you just did, but if it meant that Alex would fuck you, then you didn't care.

"Oh, and one more thing, baby ... you 'ave to promise me that you won't come until I say you can, okay?" Alex said. You nodded, how hard could that be?

He nodded in response before nudging your thighs apart with his hand and you sighed whenever he aligned himself up with your entrance, giving himself a few tugs before pushing inside you, bottoming out in two pushes. His head fell down on your shoulder, reveling in the feeling of your walls contracting around his cock, stretching to accommodate for his size.

Once he regained some sort of control, he pulled almost all the way out of you, slamming back inside you very quickly, starting to set a very, very fast pace. You pulled on your wrists again, hoping that maybe you'd loosened the knot that Alex had tied them in the bandanna with. You wanted your hands free of it, needed to touch him, to hold on to something, only if he would untie you.

His hands were firmly planted in the mattress beside your head, holding him up above you. You closed your eyes tightly, reveling in the way Alex's cock stroked your walls so good, but they quickly opened whenever Alex stopped moving. "Alex?" you asked, searching for his eyes.

"I want you to look at me the entire time, alright?" he said, and you quickly nodded, desperate for him to move again.

Alex started to move again, his eyes never once leaving your own. You tried your best to hold on, trying to fulfill his wish of you not to let go until he said so. But the feeling was getting to be too much for you, the knot forming in your stomach once again. The way he was stroking your oversensitive walls, thrusting into you hardly was enough for you, and you let go, eyes rolling into the back of your head, your walls contracting around Alex's cock, riding out your high.

Your moans filled the room and you came down from your high, opening your eyes. You were sure that Alex wouldn't give you anything else, wouldn't give you what you wanted having done the one thing he said not to do. You were panting heavily now, the feeling too overwhelming, too much for you to handle.

"Done?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

"Yes," you managed to say, avoiding his eyes.

"Good," he said nonchalantly. Alex leaned down to kiss you, it wasn't a deep kiss, but instead it was a soft, slow, and passionate kiss, full of his love and adoration for you. He pulled away and pushed a piece of your hair out of your face, smiling down at you. "You think you can do one more, love?" he asked. You were tired and sore and worn out, having been pushed over the edge several times already and weren't fully sure if you could do one more, even though it was just one. But there was something about the way he asked you, the way he smiled, and you couldn't say no to him, especially with the way he was looking at you right now.

"Y-yeah, I can do one more," you choked out. Alex mumbled something incoherent before starting to move slowly. He knew how sensitive you were now and didn't want to do anything that might cause even the slightest bit of discomfort to you, but still making sure that you felt amazing.

The mood in the room had juristically changed. He was still dominant and had all the control, but he wasn't spitting out demands or teasing you anymore, just focused now on getting the two of you there, wanting you to feel good.

Though he didn't want to cause you discomfort, he did start to increase his pace, not by much, but going faster than before and one of his hands came down in between your bodies to rub light circles in sync with his thrusts on your clit, applying more pressure ever so slightly to it every now and then. He had just restarted his movements and you were already so close to the edge again. It took just one flick of your clit and Alex's cock nudging that spot inside you that had stayed unattended to before and that sent you spiraling.

Your walls contracted around his cock for the last time of the night, drawing him in, triggering his own release. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you felt his hot release coat your walls as he groaned, the both riding out you highs. You felt pure euphoria and bliss once again as you came down, Alex coming down from his high as well, head falling on your shoulder. He laid on top of you for a few minutes, regaining some of his strength before pulling out of you with a sigh, laying down beside you. You were panting heavily, pulling on your wrists once again. "Alex," you sighed.

He looked at you, saying your name, looking you up and down, starring at your restraints. "Oh, I'll untie you," he said, reaching up and untying your wrists, throwing his scarf on the ground, pulling you close to him even though you were both hot, sweat pooling on Alex's forehead and chest.

"C'mere, me love," he said, holding you tightly. Even though you had come down from your orgasm, you were still panting heavily, trying to breath. "Hey, hey, breath, me love, breath. I've got you," Alex said calmly, rubbing your hair comfortingly.

You both sat there for a minute so that you could catch your breath. once you did catch your breath, you laid your head on Alex's chest. "I love you, Al," you said, looking up at him.

"I love you, too, me love," he said kissing you lovingly. "Are you alright? Did I 'urt you?"

You shook your head. "You could never hurt me, Alex," you said. "But, now I'm really tired and want to sleep, so can we talk in the morning?"

"Yeah, love, we can. Goodnight," Alex responded, pulling the duvet over you two. You told him goodnight and soon fell asleep in his arms, him following not long after you.

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knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

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❛ I'M NOT BULLETPROOF ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Hello, here’s the request all sort out ... could I get a Antonio imagine where the reader is related to someone on the unit? With the prompts (fluff 3/ 7) and also could you make it smut? Thank you once more!

❚❙ PROMPTS: “I just wanted to hear your voice”. / “We can pretend that nothing happened last night, but it did”.

❚❙ ANTONIO DAWSON MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ WARNINGS: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

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“Hey…”

“Antonio?”

Sitting up on your bed tossing away the sheets, you turn on the small lamp somewhat worried. It's too late and his gloomy tone of voice worries you. For Jay, you know it hasn't been a good week in the way of the delicate case they have had in his hands. A guy who used to rape and murder officers, just because he thought they didn't deserve to live. In the academy, the instructors teach you to catch the bad people but not to deal mentally with what they do. Every cop has their own way to confront him. Your brother, for example, likes to play videogames to escape from the world.

“You okay?” Whispering, you curl up your legs to your chest, resting your cheek on them.

“Yeah, just wanted to hear your voice”.

You can't help but draw a shy smile on your lips, feeling your face slightly burning. You can't lie and say that he hasn't attracted you since Jay introduced you. He has always been kind and tender, and more funny than your middle-brother had told you.

Last night you went to dinner after work and he drove you to your house. And no, you weren't expecting him to kiss you, just as he wasn't expecting you to correspond it with something else than a physical attraction. You can assure that you're in love with him, but you know you are falling for him a little more every time Antonio looks at you and smiles for no reason.

“Whe—Where are you?”

“Close to the beach. Walking. Clearing my head”.

Puckering your lips, placing your eyes over the large window in front of your bed, you try to not succumb to a new necessity you didn't know you had.

“Wanna come over…?”

“I'd like it”. The murmur appears after some seconds of silence, racing your heart for an instant.

“'Key, see you now”. Biting your bottom lip to contain a smile, you hang up the call.

You decide to get up from bed, being aware that if you stay there you'll end up falling asleep again. The beach isn't too far from your house, knowing the way to perfection. It's your favorite place to have something for dinner after a long shift in the cafeteria you work in. Taking the advantage to bring some order in your flat, you lose track of time till the knocks on the main door claims your attention.

Accommodating your hair, you lead your bare feet to the entrance not being able to hide the soft smile that curves up the corners of your lips, when you receive him. Antonio looks tired to death, not wasting time to hug you under the door frame. Surrounding his neck with both arms you take a step to hold him closer, being overwhelmed by all the sensations he is transmitting to you in such a simple gesture.

The hug lasts longer than you could think, not being bothered by that, enjoying every second of his warmth wrapping you. Hearing him sigh with his forehead resting over your shoulder, you push some distance between both to let him come inside and close the door after his steps.

“Wanna drink something? I have beer, coke, whisky… Water?”

“No, I'm good”. He just replies, taking off his jacket to hang it on a chair. “Listen… we can pretend that nothing happened last night. But it did. I don't wanna put pressure on you and I know who your brothers are, but… I really like you. I've been thinking about you, about us, the whole day. In my job you know when you start to work, but you don't know if you'll come home and I don't want to lose the opportunity of being with you, of leaving this world knowing… that I've made you happy”.

These words, the desperation in his voice as he is finishing them, leaves you speechless. Your brain is trying to process what Antonio has just said, keeping his trembling hands inside the pocket of his jeans. The first thing you can think about is that you don't care about Jay, nor Will. They only want for you a man who treats you like you deserve. The best of the best. And the man in front of you is it.

“I can leave, if you wan'me to”.

“Wh— no, no, no”. You fastly reply, taking the steps enough to shorten the distance between the two of you, aware that you've spent too many seconds without saying anything, making him doubt that you don't feel exactly like he does. “I… Antonio, I…”

As soon as you understand that you're not able to form a sentence with sense, you simply place your hands on both sides of his neck while standing on your tiptoes, to crash your lips on his. It doesn't take him by surprise, being what he was waiting for more than for a talk. Bending down slightly, he lifts you up to urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The necessity of feeling each other closer and closer is suffocating you, leaving you breathless because of the passion concentrated in the kiss.

Antonio brings you to your room fastly than you can assimilate, falling on the bed when his knees collide with the mattress. The kiss breaks because of the laughs with a sensation of joyful filling up your chests. Helping him with his t-shirt to throw it somewhere on the floor, you roll up over his body before attacking his lips again. Biting, sucking and tasting them. Deepening with his tongue invading your mouth to play with yours. His hands paw your body almost desperate to memorize every inch of your anatomy, landing them on your ass when he feels the friction against the rock under his jeans, as soon as you swing your hips.

Antonio tosses off his shoes, heel against heel, sliding his fingers over your body to grab the gems of your t-shirt and take it off to discover your soft and sweet skin. Normally, both you and him, would enjoy some foreplay; but not this time. Not after long months of containing the desire to be together in every way. He needs to be inside you. You need him to be inside of you. And while his lips devour your breasts helping himself with a hand, stealing your honeyed moans, the other undoes his belt and the zip of his jeans. Three simply pulls down and his hardness breaks free to his abdomen.

You can't help but lick your lips strongly, urging you to lie on your back to watch him roll down the black thong left on you by your thighs. The fire burning within his eyes gives you chills, not being able to break eye-contact. Settling himself between your legs, spreading them for his delight, his right hands goes straight to his dick; jerking himself off to prepare for you.

“Look at me…” He almost begs with a broken thread of voice, as his glans rubs your center slowly, playing with your mind. “We're on time to stop”.

“I don't want you to”. Your lips brushes his, wrapping his neck with both arms.

You couldn't regret it. You couldn't regret letting him walk into your life. For letting him love you with so much kind and tenderness. Antonio is everything you could have dreamt with all your life, and you're not going to let him go. He just nods in silence with his eyes fixed on yours, digging himself inch by inch inside you. The warmth and the wetness within your cunt make him grunt and shake slightly, feeling by his part how his length forces your wall a little creating a delicious sensation.

“Fuck…” You sigh nailing your fingertips on the back of his neck when he reaches your limits.

Buried deep inside you, one of your legs surrounds his waist trying to push him closer.

“You feel so good, amor”. He babbles pecking your lips with sloppy kisses, placing his right hand on your thigh, as the other wraps your middle back. “You wan'me to move?”

“Please, Antonio”.

He feels proud of hearing you imploring, moving his hips back enough to go forth again, starting a slow dance that curls your tiptoes and causes your eyelids to close. It feels like your bodies are made exactly for the other, fitting to perfection. Soon, your whimpers fill up your room, creating a pleased and delighted echo that it's like a celestial song for the man satisfying you as his only worry tonight. He has the imperious necessity of demonstrating you every single thing he has carried inside his heart since Jay introduced you.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, the atmosphere around you is full of heat and devotion for each other. Antonio nails his teeth in your neck without warning you, feeling the tip of his tongue pressing down your skin with soft caresses, being aware that tomorrow you will have a new tattoo. From your lips escape some giggles mixed with surprised gasps, being the match that lights the wildfire inside you.

With a quick move, not knowing where the strength has come from, you sit over him making him laugh. Putting your hands on his bare chest, Antonio travels his to your hips while resting his head on the pillow. If he wasn't in love before, now he really is, watching you taking control. He hasn't ever seen a most beautiful view; you, rocking your body over his, dragging your nails on his skin to bristle it wherever they venture, your breasts almost bouncing with every move (...). If his body were a temple, you would be his goddess without a single damn doubt.

And you can't help but speed up the pace, synchronizing your pleased vocals in a perfect melody all around; increasing them as the knot in your lower belly becomes more suffocating, running your lungs out of air. One of Antonio's hands is placed in your middle back, pushing you down to catch your lips with his. He has declared himself an addict since the very first moment he touched them.

The pearls of sweat decorate your foreheads, as the moans are constant and you can't delay it anymore. The orgasm explodes inside you like fireworks screaming out his name, not caring about the fact that your neighbors can hear you, feeling his hot seed filling you up with a last push to your g-spot. An indescribable sensation that has you two breathless.

You can't help but utter a grunt of disappointment when he pulls himself out of you, falling by a side of your bed trying to catch back your air. Looking at Antonio, the two of you giggle inevitably being conscious of what just happened. But it feels good. It feels so good. Stretching his arms towards you to embrace you against his body, he leans a little to press his lips on yours with so much tenderness, leaving a sigh on them. Resting your heads on the pillow, you place a hand on his cheek to caress it gently with your thumb, watching him close his eyes to only focus on your touch.

“The first time I saw you… I knew your smile would give me some trouble”. You mumble, feeling his grip become a little tightly.

“Did it, uh?”

“Not the kind I thought”.

Antonio chuckles licking his bottom lip, shrugging funnily.

“I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, baby”.

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ⚡#antonio dawson #antonio dawson x reader #antonio dawson imagine #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 5 years

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Gardenia on the crown - J.J.H.

2; Sun kissed gardens

pairing: Jung Jaehyun × Reader

genre: angst

length: around 2k words

warnings: profanity

The distance from the ballroom to the gardens is fairly short, having to cross only a few wide halls buzzing with the usual morning preparations as maids and servants swiftly moved around with hasty steps.

You're surprised to soon find yourself crossing a large patio paved with thick, grey gravel to reach what the king said to be the countryard, where a seemingly endless sea of green spread under the skyline. Without wasting a moment, you follow both elders as they begin making their way between big, voluminous bushes and blooming flowers covering each side of the stone path.

It seems to be more of a maze than a garden, its complicated spirals of greenery pushing you to the brim of dizziness, constant turns killing your sense of direction. At this point, it's a fact that you'd get lost if left alone in there.

The sky is clear and gifts you a generous supply of sun beams, which you presume to be nature's way of sympathizing with your new reality, trying to provide the slightest comfort. It's hard to enjoy even that though, with Jaehyun by your side. At least he makes sure to keep more than enough distance and you feel internally grateful for his understanding of personal space.

You steal a brief glance on your right where he strolls carelessly, hands in the pockets of his dress pants like a gentleman. Glaring far into the horizon, he seems to have retreated into his own thoughts which causes you to feel a little more relaxed, knowing he isn't intently watching your every move.

The sudden urge to run away almost overpowers you when his eyes, pink and purple lavender mirroring in their depths, lock with yours and embarrassment pierces through you so brutally. Once again, your cheeks probably get more blush than any rose in the entire palace as you quickly snap your head to the other side.

He literally just caught you staring.

But there is nothing wrong with that, right? He is your husband-to-be after all...

Thanfully, Jaehyun doesn't comment anything, only leaves a blanket of silence drape over you and the bold decision of looking at anything but him takes a good seat in the back of your head.

Thankfully, the plants around you can provide a great distraction as you get fascinated by their vivid colours and freshness, early dew still sliding off of velvety petals and leaves. They aren't as Iively as those back home nor is there as much variety, but still it remains a pretty sight.

What really catches your attention though are a few snowy white blooms emerging from a plush bush beside the path and your heart flutters, inevitably drawn to them. Ducking with golden satin pooling around your ankles, your fingers reach out to pluck one and the next moment you're burying your nose to deeply inhale in the beautiful scent that makes fairies dance on the crisp air.

You love it. That's why you can't bare to avert your gaze, instead standing over the plants as if you can somehow escape in their dreamy world, wiping tiny droplets from their surface to feel the coolness of morning.

"Gardenia." A voice comes from behind and you quickly realise it's Jaehyun, his heavy footsteps growing louder as he approached.

"I know." You reply, almost allowing a chuckle past your lips. "My mother adores them. She says it takes a lot of care for these to grow."

"We do take care of them here." There is a tone of pointing out the obvious lacing his words as he halts before the flowers and slowly leans to sniff one.

"You take care of them?" You ask with a finger pointing at him, genuinely curious to know if the prince of ice has a soft spot for gardening after all.

"No, of course not. Servants do." Jaehyun explains nonchalantly and, after looking back at the path, gestures for you to follow, since both your parents have already moved way ahead.

The hint of enthusiasm in your chest is quickly crashed by his answer and once again it feels so unbearably cold to be around him, an imaginary yet sturdy wall built between you two. He continues walking, completely ignoring the uneasiness being alone with him causes you.

You wish to rush to your father's side, hide under his wing and plea to stop the marriage, but your pride and unbending sense of responsibility leaves you simply scurrying to catch up.

You don't trade any other words as he continues pretending oblivion to your existence and you begin hating even the slightest idea of him, burning with desire for all of this mess to end.

♤

A torturous amount of time later, your heels are digging into the expensive burgundy carpet decorating a high staircase leading up to what the king said to be your royal chambers. You can't wait to go up these steps and sink in the peace and quiet of a well-made bed. Privacy and some time alone is all you need to put the tornado of incomprehensible thoughts racking your mind in order.

And while you're daydreaming about soft pillows and the chilling touch of cotton sheets, Jaehyun's father keeps on with his relentless ramble regarding the wedding, which, from what you understood, will be held under the next full moon, in about a month from now.

It then dawns on you how, truly, you have only 25 days before you allow that awful prince to slide a band of polished platinum on your ring finger and tie your lives together in eternity. Then, as the unwritten laws of the ancient proclaimed, you'd be inseparable.

Fuck all of this.

Screaming and shouting until the moon itself tears in half seems like a tempting option to let out the despair now nibbling at every inch of you skin. Hatred and so much fury boils in your bloodstream, especially after your gaze lands on your betrothed, who was eyeing you back, possibly with raw dislike.

You realize now that, really, you despise him.

He's standing just a step below, too close for your lungs to breathe freely but close enough for your nails to claw at his eyes and-

"...and the ceremony will take place at the palace, before the grand feast..." The hoarsennes of the king's voice scratches your ears almost cruelly.

You can't stand hearing whatever shit is coming out his mouth, already way past your breaking point. You can't take it anymore, you can't wait for him to finish that annoying monologue.

Your fingers start to tremble ever so slightly, golden rings clashing inaudibly against each other.

You don't want to hear anything else about that damned wedding, the upcoming end of life as you know it, and right now all you can think about is how to reach your room as soon as possible.

Then, a god-sent idea flashes before your conscious, dramatic yet somehow good, the distress in your eyes replaced by glimmering relief.

If this works, you'll be in the security of a spacious room within seconds, away from the overwhelming royals and their annoying chit-chat.

A soft gasp falls from your parted lips and a hand shot up to your forehead, knees bending slightly.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Your dad's concern coated tone sends traces of guilt to crawl under your skin.

"Yes, I'm just feeling a little dizzy, father." You whine, sounding pathetic nonetheless, leaning towards his embrace for support.

"Do you need me to call the maids?"

Your inevitably gaze shoots to Jaehyun's father eyeing you, awaiting your answer.

"No, no, it's alright. I'd prefer to retreat from your company, though." You mentally cringe at the immerse politeness you're forced show when in reality all you long to say is a simple fuck off, all of you.

So your plan might be...really pitiful at its execution after all. You aren't sure if anyone will believe your pretentious groan of pain and the helpless tone, but even so, who can refuse a princess a such simple request?

"The sun. Its probably the heat that's caused this, my Lady." The unbothered king points out, without a single drop of regret in his voice for having you wander around the entire garden under the searing licks of sunshine.

And then, fingertips scorch a tight grasp around your wrist making you flinch, eyes darting daggers at Jaehyun who is taking a step forward to tower over you, blaze adorning his gaze.

"Are you sure you're alright, princess?" His other hand snakes its way around your waist so smoothly, fingers squeezing waves of newfound heat against your side.

You can burst any moment now and slap that pretty face of his that's now only a breath away as he pulls you ever so slightly towards his chest.

If you had a fake headache before, it's a certain fact that a real one is starting to pulse inside your head at right now.

"Guards!" The king loudly calls for the two men in light armor standing on either side of the base of the stairs and they hurry away from their positions to approach you. "Take her highness to her royal chambers immediately."

You'd be glad to be escorted by them, followed by the soft clatter of iron as you head for the comfort of your apartments, away from that stupid prince.

But apparently Jaehyun isn't about to allow that luxury, when he throws a sharp nod to stop them dead on their tracks.

"I got her."

No, no, no, no. Damnit, no.

You can barely contain your body's reaction to violently wiggle out of his grip and pick up your skirts to bolt away, not giving a shit about manners at this point. Being almost pressed flush with his body strangely drains you of energy and clouds your mind with a heavy daze, sensing his every warm inhale brush against your neck.

"Father, please continue without us."

You don't make it to hear what the others mumble -probably their farewells- as he spins you around, palm moving lower on the small of your back to support it, although it's really not necessary. If it weren't for his tight hold though, you would've fallen flat on your face after tripping on the first step, the clumsiness striking you yet again.

"Do you need me to carry you?" He leans to whisper in your ear, freezing you in place at the proximity and his spine-chilling touch.

You are somewhat disgusted. His concern is probably nothing more than sugar-coated pretence.

"No, I'm okay. I can do this alone." That's all you manage to blurt out, insides lit on ruby fire as you try to move away hopelessly.

Even so, his bony fingers don't loosen up. "There's only a few steps left."

His voice rings faintly, because everything around you except him seems to disintegrate into a blur and you melt painfully slow into his unwanted embrace. The erratic heartbeat thumping on your temples is louder than gunshots at this point, making you wonder if he can hear it so clearly too.

Jaehyun's scent of sandalwood and rosemary has a shaky breath hitch at your throat so painfully, overpowering all your senses in a feverish way.

You curse at your impatience, regretting not waiting for the king to end the annoying palace tour and bidding all three men goodbye to find your room all alone. Yes, that would've been perfect compared to the current situation.

Your whole body is tense, every muscle buzzing with electricity as you keep going up the staircase in the heated hands of your betrothed.

The devil holds you tight only to burn you tighter.

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 8)

"What'll it be, Jack?"

After about an hour of kicking it with the crew, Luna heads back to Ashley's house. Colson is going to pick her up around 10p.

Luna and Ashley take the extra time hanging out and catching up. They speak daily but haven't seen each other since Christmas. It's now the end of April. Snacking on the couch, Luna asks Ashley if her and Dom want to come out tonight. Ashley says maybe to the club later, but most likely not because they're going to dinner and will probably do something more low key. Luna loves her honesty. She then asks Luna what she intends to do at the strip club, Luna tells her, her elaborate plan and why.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! THAT was YOU!?? He's told me about that night and THAT GIRL!!" She's laughing. "I never put 2 + 2 together!!!" She continues to laugh. "I feel so dumb! Because now all of a sudden it all makes sense." She says whisping her hands around. "You guys are cosmic." She says with a huge smile. "ANNNND!!! YOU are fucking nuts!!" Ashley laughs. "BUT he is going to LOOOOOVE it!" She stops for a second. "I didn't realize you guys were connected like THAT. I thought shit just popped off last night."

"Nah.." Luna says. "He's not a rando." She stops before asking her friend. "Is this ok? Colson and I? With you? You know I'd die for you Ash, so fuck a dick." Luna says. Silently regretting her words.

"No, no, no, Loons!! You know how that was. Kells and I are roll dogs."

"Still. It's the first dick we've shared... EVER!" Luna emphasises.

Ashley laughs and looks at her friend square in the eye. "But, HE'S YOUR DICK, Loons. He was never mine."

Both satisfied with the conversation they move on to shit talking for a bit.

Shortly after, Luna starts to get dressed for the evening.

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Colson pulls up to Ashley's. Walking up to the door he notices he has butterflies.

"Fuck, I've been here before. Why am I so nervous?" He thinks to himself. "Because it's not the place. It's her." He suddenly realizes.

After a solid knock, he can hear Jagger barking from the other side of the door. Colson loses his breath when Luna answers it. She's dressed slightly casual in a pair of high waisted cutoffs and over the knee laced up wedge boots. His eyes are immediately drawn to her voluptuous breasts on display in a nude bra under a sheer, star sprinkled black shirt. She's littered in her usual jewelry. Again, she has minimum makeup up but a deep red lip.

He can't help but notice. "She really is naturally beautiful." He muses to himself.

"My Kitten, you look WONDERFUL tonight." Colson tells her while licking his lips. She laughs.

"Is that a thing now?" She asks, standing on her tippy toes, throwing her arms around his neck before kissing him 'Hello'. Their tongues tease each other's happily.

"Which one?" He asks kissing her with a smack.

Pleased with his answer, "Doesn't matter, I like them both." She says smiling as she releases him, leans down, grabs 2 bags and closes the door.

"You better." He says, smacking her on the ass. He takes her extra bag as they walk to his Rover.

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The strip club is loud but not too crowded. Everyone sits down in VIP, begins to order drinks and enjoy the girls. After a bit, Slim dips off to procure Colson a private room. Once Slim returns, Luna excuses herself to go to the bathroom. Instead she grabs her extra bag out of the Rover and proceeds to find the small help she needs. It's not long before Luna is chatting up one of the girls, mentioning how it's her boyfriend's birthday and she'd like to dance for him. She follows her new friend, Ginger, back into the dressing room.

"Did I just call him my fucking boyfriend?" She asks herself, making her way through the club.

The backstage dressing room is busy and loud. Luna's has friends who dance so she's familiar with the scene. Ginger takes her over to her station. "Feel free to use anything you need. You're not working so the other girls shouldn't bother you." Ginger reassures her before heading back onto the floor.

"Thank you." Luna says. She's not worried about anything and has everything she needs already. She smiles and blushes, thinking of the first night she saw Colson. She loves that he remembered her by her coat. It's one of her most cherished, vintage pieces and she doesn't go many places without it.

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Colson is sitting in a private room. He hasn't seen Luna for a while and is trying not to over think his current situation of Slim shoving him in this room.

"I REALLY hope this doesn't piss her off..."

His thoughts are broken when the door opens. He sees one black heeled, fishnet leg slide between the crack. There's a black bow at the top of the high highs. As the door opens fully, Luna steps in. She's wrapped in the cheetah print coat and fishnet stockings. Colson can't see much more. He feels his dick instantly grow. "Holy Shit, Luna." He says sitting up in his seat, as she slowly let's the coat slide open, walking towards him. He admires her body as it comes into his full sight. He loves that she always seems to wear black lingerie. As she comes closer, she begins to sing Happy Birthday as she straddles him, unbuttoning his shirt. He slides the coat off of her body. "Happy Birthday, Dear Bunny." She sings seductively in between sloppy kisses, grinding and opening his shirt, caressing his bare chest. "Happy birthday to you." She finishes with a smile and a giggle.

"You are so fucking awesome." He breathes into her as his hands make their way over every inch of her body. She throws her head back in pleasure as he kisses her neck, grinding hard into his cock. "I fucking WANT you." He pants.

"Take me." She heaves into the air.

With those words, he straightens her out, pushing her back by her hips and grabbing her by the back of her hair to look directly into her eyes. "Once I fuck you. You're fucking MINE." He says firmly.

She grabs him by the jaw, never breaking eye contact, stating "I better be your FUCKING ONLY." Before kissing him hard on the mouth. Then she stands up over top of him on the couch. He nibbles her scorpion, making her squirm and giggle. Kissing her stomach and hip bones, he slides her black panties down her thighs, exposing her pussy. She lifts her right leg, sliding one leg through the panty hole. She rests that foot on top of the couch as Colson grabs the back of her thigh tightly and buries his face in her sopping cunt. He's devouring her, hungrily. Luna grips his hair and the wall to balance against his strong arms. She moans in pleasure.

"We're doing this.?" She half asks herself. "We are and I don't fucking care." She thinks. Letting any rule or worry drop away. Focusing completely on Colson.

He licks each fold slowly and firmly. It's not long before she's twitching, pulling on his head begging for him to be inside of her. He pulls her down so that they're nose to nose. Looking into her hungry eyes. "Are you sure?" He asks.

She nods pulling his face to hers. "I'm all in." She heavily breathes. He beams as they kiss each other passionately. He moves his mouth to her neck. She unhooks and slides off her bra, leading him to kiss her pierced breasts. She unbuckles his belt, sliding his jeans and briefs down with his help. She takes his huge cock and slides him slowly into her tight, dripping pussy.

"OHHHHH FUCK." Colson thinks.

He's so big she has to adjust a couple times to take him fully inside of her. He groans in pleasure with each shift. Once he's finally in she begins to slide up and down his cock slowly, shifting her hips along the way. Through deep kisses they both moan in ecstasy. Sliding deeper and faster "Put your hand around my throat" she whispers. Colson's dick rages at her request.

With this, Colson throws the cheetah print coat on the couch beside him. Staying inside of her, he lifts and lays her on it. He slides out when he throws her fishnet covered legs over his shoulders. She inhales excitedly as his dick slides back into her plump, wet pussy.

"Does my dirty, little, whore like that? He asks as he slightly tightens his grip.

"Mhmmmmm" she moans bucking harder against him. She can feel her walls gripping his cock

Luna throws her head back as her mind goes black.

Her body grips his tightly and giggles the way she did for him last night. He can feel her cum on his cock. Smiling he flips her over. She groans in pleasure as he enters her again from behind. After a few pumps, she's slamming her ass against his dick.

"Shit! I don't know if I'm fucking her or if she's fucking me." He thinks amused as he pulls on her long blonde hair, drawing her head back and slapping her shaking bare ass.

He's quickly learning what she likes as she flares up from his actions. He can feel her about to cum. Again. As she bucks harder. He swings her back around. Throwing her legs back over his shoulders, diving deep into her sweet pussy. After a few moments he lets out a loud groan, exclaiming "I'm cumming, Kitten!" as he releases himself inside of her.

"HOLY FUCK!! HOLY FUCK!! HOLLLLLY FUCK!" Her brain can only scream.

She squeezes tight, bucking against his throbbing dick a couple more times before exploding all over them both. Again.

"Me too, Bunny." She giggles lowly in his ear, kissing him on the cheek. He rests his floating head her back.

Their chests heaving together. Him laying warm inside of her. A few moments later he shifts, popping out of her. He rolls her over into his arms, raising her chin and looks into her heavy blue eyes with a bit of fear. "I need you to meet Casie. Because. I'm in love you, Luna. And I'm falling harder every second."

He sees her eyes light up. A tinge of fear as she looks deeply into him. Her heart is racing. She can still feel him sweetly inside of her. He can feel her soul race as she squeezes her thighs tightly around his waist and nods her head.

"I love you too, Colson." She says before they passionately kiss. Once they break away, they lay together, contently wrapped in each others naked bodies. She kisses him on the jaw. "We should go." She says.

"You're probably right." He agrees, helping her up. Standing together, he takes her face in his big hands. "That wasn't my dick talking," he says "I mean it. I love you. Have since I first laid eyes on you all those years ago."

"I know." She says with a smile "I have too." She's reaches up high to kiss him.

As they gets dressed, she sees the 3 cameras in the corners she had meant to look for when she first entered the room. She had anticipated them beforehand.

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Colson returns to the crew in VIP as Luna heads back to the dressing room to change. Once dressed she heads back to VIP. She's looking for Benny. She spots him off to the side, away from Colson.

"Good." She thinks.

Wearing the cheetah print coat, she makes her way over to Benny, slides her bag in VIP, behind the table on her way. As she approaches him, she leans up to his ear, asking him if he'll help her real quick. He nods in agreement. She leads him out of VIP and the main room, off and down a long side hallway. She stops and turns to him. "Imma about to pull some shit in here." She says. "I've got this." She states. "I just need you to stand hard, watch my back, never break character and most importantly... Trust me. Can you do that?" She asks.

Kells has gotten him into crazier situations with less of a heads up. So, he shrugs. "I got you, Brooklyn." He responds with a smile.

"Thank you." She says before turning and firmly opening the black door behind her.

Luna walks directly into the room. There's a man and dozens of monitors. Benny realizes they're in security. "Hi! How are you?" Luna says to the man, not missing a beat. "I'm Luna, you must be Jack." She says with a bright smile, shoving her hand out. He shakes her hand reluctantly. "I've got a problem Jack, that only you can help me with. Now, I'm sure you have an idea of who I am." She says leaning against the counter, both hands in her coat. Lifting her left foot up to his chair and slightly resting it on his dick in a very dangerous manner. "So, let's play a little game. I have 2 numbers in my pockets. "A 5" she says, shaking her left elbow, "that'll help us both. Or." She continues staring Jack in the eyes, emotionless. "A 9." At the end of that sentence, everyone in the room hears the cold, click of steel. Benny, shocked, maintains his composure. Luna smiles. "What'll it be Jack?"

"What do you want?" He asks.

She pulls out a flash drive. "All 3 cameras in Room 2 from the last 2hrs. You know what I'm talking about. I know you watched. 5 or 9, Jack."

"5." Jack says sheepishly reaching for the flash drive. Luna glances over at Benny. They're ok. She keeps her position, watching over Jack's work. In less than 5mins he hands her the flash drive.

"Now. Erase it." She says pushing the ball of her foot further into his cock. He looks at her, equal parts angry, scared and turned on. She feels him begin to grow. "You know you don't want the 9, Jack." She says flatly. With that she watches him delete the footage. While pulling a wad of cash out of her left pocket, she removes her foot. "Thank you, Jack." She says sweetly, handing him the cash and pecking him on the cheek. "Have a good night." She says, lifting off the counter and sauntering out as Benny follows her.

Your dude's a lucky guy." Jack says behind them.

"He knows." She tosses back to him. Thanks again!"

Walking back down the hallway slightly in front of Benny, Luna asks him "You ok?"

"Yup." He says

"Questions?"

"Some."

'Shots and then the fuck up outta here?"

"Yup." With that they round the corner and head to the bar.

At the bar Luna orders 2 double shots of Jameson. "Loaded?" He asks.

"Not even close." She smirks, downing the first shot with him. "Answer anything else once we're outta here and I tell Colson?" She asks.

"No problem, Brooklyn." He tells her as they cheers and slam the last shot. "Let's go round up these Assholes and get the fuck up outta here." Luna agrees and follows Benny to VIP to collect Colson. Suddenly, he stops and turns back to Luna. "How'd you know he'd take the money?" He asks.

"They always do." She shrugs, with a disgusted look on her face before walking passed him to find Colson.

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Colson is back in VIP with the crew and a bunch of girls. His head is swirling.

"I can't believe that just fucking happened! She's a fucking hellcat!" He thinks to himself pleased. Looking around he begins to wonder where Luna is. He thought he'd seen her come back and her bag is by his feet. "Where the fuck is she." He thinks looking at his phone. He has a missed call from the Dr. "Shit, I need to check my voicemail..." He mind drifts as he sees Luna walking through the crowd with Benny. She has on The Cheetah Print Coat. It makes his dick hard immediately. "God Damn, she's fucking hot..... Wherever she was, I'm glad she's smart enough to take Benny with her." He thinks relieved as they enter VIP.

Upon entering VIP, Luna climbs on top of Colson's lap. "Ready to split?" She asks. 'I'm kinda hungry."

Colson laughs "I am too, after that work." He says kissing her. "We ready to be out?" His yell is matched by groans. "Oh well, Bitches.." He starts again. "We gotta be at Nightingale by 1A. So, LET'S GO!! WE OUT!!"

Luna climbs off of him, slides her coat off and sticks it in her bag. Colson takes it, and her hand, leading her through the crowd, outside, into his waiting car.

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As Benny sits down in the driver's seat, Luna and Kells climb into the back. It takes everything for him not to ask Luna a million questions. Not that she could answer, her and Kells are heavily going at it again. He slides up the partition to give them privacy.

"I think my Mans has FINALLY met his match." He can't help but laugh to himself.

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To be continued.....

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I had the worst day at work today, bartending for some CREEPS, ugh. What about some Cute Bartender!Tony dealing with assholes whilst Steve stands all smitten in the background, I'd really love that right now.

I’m really sorry you had to deal with that bullshit, my friend. But here- I hope this helps!

“Steve, if you keep starin’ at him any longer, he’s gonna call the cops.”

The sound was barely visible over the noise in the club, but Steve turned anyway, shooting Bucky a dirty look as the man simply grinned over to him and shrugged.

“Just say hi,” Sam encouraged, nudging his arm, “he seems nice. From what I can tell from the one drink he served me forty minutes ago, anyway.”

Steve blushed, turning to fiddle with the rim of his Pina Colada and cursing himself. He knew he should. He knew that’s what everyone said he should do, anyway- but the man was like... a whole other level. There was attractive, and there there was that guy.

Dark hair, tanned skin, a smile to die for. Every line and curve of his body was physically perfect. Steve had studied all about it in art school- Da Vinci’s Golden ratio and the divine proportion, all that stuff. He couldn’t say he’d ever really believed it himself, but Jesus- looking at that man, he guessed that that was what Leo had been banging on about all those years back.

-Aaaaand he was staring again.

Dammit.

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“What do you have to lose?” Natasha said with a huff, “we’re probably never gonna come back to this place again, and I’m sure he knows how to reject people nicely.”

“Oh, wow, thanks Tasha, that really instils confidence, you know? So glad I got you in my fuckin’ corner,” Steve muttered irritably, flicking his hair out of his face. He really needed a cut, Jesus, why hadn’t he thought of that before going out that night. Now he probably looked homeless. “I can’t go and talk to him. I can’t. I look like a scruff.”

Around the table, everyone groaned in unison. “Okay, listen, you are not allowed to talk about being scruffy,” Bucky poked him in the pec and snorted, “with your perfect styled hair and pecs an’ shit. Pretty sure everyone in a room stops to look when you walk in, so shut up.”

“Seconded,” Sam stated, clinking his beer with Bucky’s.

“We’ll just call him over, if you’re too shy to talk yourself,” Natasha said, beginning to rais her hand, but Steve jerked and pushed it down again, horrified.

“What? No, no, look- he’s just... I’m not- I mean-”

When all of his so called friends ignored him in favour of trying to catch the bartender’s attention, Steve jumped to his feet. “Fine! You want me to talk to him, I’ll talk to him,” he said sulkily, banging his empty glass on the table, “I’ll talk to him so hard he- he won’t be able to speak for days.”

Around the table, the stupid people he associated himself with all wolf-whistled and waggled their eyebrows. Steve just swore at them and turned away, eyes firmly on the floor as he made his way over to the bar.

God, this was going to be mortifying.

When he bumped into another body for the third time since starting his trek across the club, he decided that actually, it was probably better to look up and see where he was going. Of course- as soon as he did so, the beautiful guy at the bar turned toward him and caught his eye.

He smiled over, and Steve thought he might die. Mona Lisa his ass- this guy deserved to be put up in the Louvre instead.

It was only a second, and then someone else grabbed his attention, signalling for drinks- but Steve had been effectively paralysed by the simple show of emotion from Bartender Guy, and that meant he was seriously not ready to have actual conversations with him. He may well explode.

“Fuck this,” he muttered, turning on his heel- but when he looked back, he got three pairs of eyes all staring daggers at him, with the threat of a hundred different and equally embarrassing things hanging in the air between them in case he chickened out.

He hated his friends.

With a sigh, he turned back. Just a drink, he thought to himself, just order a drink and they’ll get off your dick about it.

“Hey, hot stufff- you be needing a ride home tonight? ‘Cause there’s a lovely little seat on my lap that’ll fit your ass just perfect.”

Steve frowned, turning his head a little and following the grating voice until he spotted another guy, leaning over the bar and leering at the turned back of the bartender. He was a big guy- about the same size as Steve himself, which was saying something, and he looked like he was more suited to prowling the streets than a nice place like this.

The bartender froze, and then Steve watched as those lovely brown eyes flicked up, glanced at the mirrored reflection inches from his nose and spotted the owner of the voice. It was clear from his reaction that they weren’t friends, and didn’t know each other. The guy was just being an asshole and giving shitty pickup lines to strangers.

“Sorry, honey,” the bartender spun on his heel and smiled sweetly over to the asshole in question, “but there’s actually a lovely little Benz with heated seats and memory-foam padding waiting for me at the end of the night, and I can bet you a thousand dollars it’ll give me a better ride than you ever could.”

Steve nearly choked on his own tongue, and he had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop the sudden snort of laughter escaping.

Bartender guy glanced over to Steve, then, and he grinned too, before turning back over and gesturing around him, “so darling, what’ll it be- a drink or a rejection, because I can give you both, but it’d be easier for all of us if you just asked for the former and went on your way.”

Oh God, Steve had never wanted to kiss anyone more in his life.

The dick to his right sputtered a little bit, but he really didn’t seem to be getting the message, because after the initial shock, he just leered harder. “Ah, playing hard to get, are you? Alright- I love a little spitfire. Just a martini, if you don’t mind.”

The bartender said nothing- just rolled his eyes and looked mildly irritated as he nodded and turned away again. Steve kept his eyes fixed on the guy as he watched the bartender like a hawk, not liking him one bit.

Sensing the glare, the asshole turned around and raised an eyebrow at Steve. He really seemed to be lacking in awareness, though, because for some reason he took Steve’s staring as a sign of mutual agreement on the matter, and laughed, jerking a thumb back to the Bartender.

“I am so taking that home tonight,” he mouthed, licking his lips.

And okay- yes, it was true, Steve couldn’t talk to strangers he found attractive for the life of him, but for some reason he’d always been perfectly fine with confronting shitwipes on the daily. Maybe it was down to practise; Steve was a lot more used to getting into fights than getting into relationships.

“If I were you, buddy, then I would seriously consider turning around and walking away before we start to have a problem,” he replied immediately, and the smile on the asshole’s face dropped like a lead weight.

“What did you say?” He asked incredulously, standing up a little straighter, showing off his size like a threat. He obviously wasn’t used to confrontation.

Well, sucks to be him, because Steve sure as hell was. “I said back the fuck off, shitstick, or did you not hear the first time?”

The face the man made was quite amusing, and Steve was tempted to laugh for a second- but then he lost sight of the joke when the man stepped closer, face like thunder as he sized Steve up.

“You better stay out of my fucking business, fag, before I do somethin’ you’ll regret,” he said lowly.

Okay, and now Steve laughed, because really? The guy might have been big, but he was already half-way to wasted and Steve had been in fucking Special Ops, for fuck’s sake, the thought of him ‘regretting’ anything to do with this was goddamn amusing.

“I don’t like your language, buddy, and I really don’t like the way you treat strangers,” Steve told him, a small smile on his face, “so I’m gonna tell you again- get the fuck outta here, before I make you wish you’d stayed in whatever dark little corner you came out of.”

Steve saw the punch coming from a mile away- right hook, very obvious tell, and a little step forward which made it laughably easy for Steve to just shatter the fuck’s shins- but instead he waited for the perfect moment to just-

Someone else caught the guy’s wrist, and without another movement, the asshole just... dropped.

“Well, what a shame,” the bartender said, looking over the counter at the slumped heap of human on the floor, “must have had too much to drink. I’ll call security, they’ll deal with him.”

Steve stared, gobsmacked. “What- what the fuck just happened?” He asked curiously.

The bartender grinned, flashing his palm just for a second and revealing-

“enough electricity to knock an elephant,” the man said sweetly, before unsnapping the clasp that held the strange little device against his palm and pocketing it once more, “you’d be surprised how many times I have to use that thing.”

Steve stared, whilst the bartender- Tony, that was what it said on his tag- just smiled and then slid the drink over to him. “Fancy one on the house? Or at least- on that dude.”

Steve grabbed the glass instinctively, whilst Tony just pressed on a button under the counter and scrunched his nose. “Ugh, there will come a day when I can go a week without having to call security on someone’s ass, I know there will. Just gotta wait for it. Thanks, by the way.”

“For what?” Steve asked immediately, unable to stop the bashful shake of his own head as he said “you did all that yourself.”

Tony shrugged, and then pressed a hand to his heart dramatically. “Why, for being my Knight in shining armour, of course. I appreciate the sentiment, that’s all- even if I did indeed deal with it on my own.”

Tony smiled at him, and suddenly Steve remembered quite how attracted he was to the man, because all too quickly he forgot exactly how to make words form in his mouth, and even looking at the man became impossible.

God- cute smile, lovely hair, an ass to die for- and apparently the ability to take out men double his size.

Steve was smitten.

“What’s you name, soldier?” Tony jerked him out of his thoughts, and Steve jumped, swallowing the saliva in his mouth and pausing for longer than was probably necessary before saying “uh- Steve. And- and you?”

Tony just looked down at his name tag and raised an eyebrow. Steve wished there was a window to jump out of. “Right. The big ol’ capital letters right on your chest, that’ll be the one.”

Strangely, rather than use the taser-thingy on Steve too, Tony just laughed. He had a lovely laugh. Warm and soft. He had a lovely everything. “So- there a reason you wandered over to the bar, Steve, or did you just sense someone was about to be harassed and got drawn in?”

Steve opened his mouth, about to ask for another round of cocktails, but for some reason he glanced into Tony’s eyes and ended up saying something entirely, horrifyingly different.

“Can I draw you?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to take the nearest bottle of alcohol he could find and use it as lighter fluid on himself, because holy fuck. Holy fuck that was... that was so many levels of bad, what the fuck was he thinking-

“I’m not a creep, oh my god, I swear I’m not, I didn’t even mean to ask that, please just forget I ever said anything,” Steve rambled, looking to the floor and resisting the urge to slam his head face-first into the counter, “it’s just- your face is really- and I’m an art student and so I see these things- and that wasn’t even... I didn’t plan to even ask, it’s just you’re really beautiful and it occurred to me-”

Tony was staring at him blankly, like Steve had just started talking Hungarian, and maybe he had, maybe this was all just some terrible dream where Steve said the most ridiculous thing he could think of at the most inopportune of times and then woke up at home, in bed, where none of this ever happened ever and he could just stay in his room for the rest of his life.

“Okay, I’m gonna just go, now,” Steve said bleakly, jerking a thumb over to the table and cursing his existence as he slipped off the barstool.

“-hey, wait-”

Steve jerked to a halt, looking down curiously at the hand that had snagged around his tie and clung on. When he looked up, Tony was grinning. “You didn’t even give me a chance to answer, soldier,” he said through his smile.

And then Steve was being kissed.

Which, considering what he’d just said, made no sense at all. Not that Steve was going to complain, mind- because not only did Tony have a killer personality and an ass he could bounce a quarter off, but he was also the best kiss Steve thought he had ever had. And it wasn’t even anything above chaste.

God, he was screwed.

When they broke away after a second or two, Tony just raised his eyebrows, hand still wrapped around Steve’s tie. “My shift ends in a few, if you wanna-”

“Yes please,” Steve said instantly, and then blushed a firetruck-red when Tony chuckled. For all Steve knew, Tony could have been about to tell him to walk into a wall. He was sure he’d been trained a little better than this. “And when I say draw, I do mean- like it’s not- not a euphemism, I do actually- not that I don’t want it to be a-”

Why was Tony still there? Steve was pretty sure he hadn’t actually spoken a coherent sentence since he’d begun.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you,” Tony said it like a statement, shaking his head and then patting Steve’s cheek before finally letting up and stepping back into his own space. Steve barely contained a disappointed whine. “You got any of your stuff with you now?”

“I- yeah,” Steve said, “just came off from work, actually- got the whole lot here with me.”

Tony sighed. “Damn- I was hoping you hadn’t so I could give you my number and then give myself an excuse to call you.”

It was a clear opening, even Steve knew that much. “Well- when I say ‘all of them’... I mean, there’s probably a few really important brushes I left at home, so I might actually need that number-”

Tony raised an eyebrow and leaned over the bar again, linking his fingers together and looking up at Steve through his stupidly long eyelashes. “Or I could just... come home with you? Save the cost of a phone call, y’know,” Tony shrugged, and Steve felt his heart speed up in his chest when Tony ran his tongue over his lips almost absently (10 bucks said it was totally on purpose).

Steve sputtered, and Tony just waited in amusement. “That blush really is adorable,” he commented, poking Steve’s cheek.

“You free now?” Steve blurted, looking around, “‘cause I can call a cab, I don’t live far, and I really would love to... draw you.”

Without another word, Tony pulled off his apron and vaulted over the bar, taking Steve’s hand and tugging. “Now I’m not too sure what ‘drawing’ actually means any more, but I’m down with either. Come on, soldier, whilst the night is young.”

Steve let Tony pull him through the crowds as he tried to process what he’d just managed to do. Looking to the left and spotting his friends at the back, he rolled his eyes whilst they just cheered and pulled faces (and, in Bucky’s case, made some highly inappropriate gestures) in their direction.

“I wondered if you were gonna ever get up the courage to talk to me, or if you were just going to stare all night,” Tony said, not looking away from the exit he was headed for, “I need to thank your friends for giving you a kick up the ass, because otherwise I would have had to trek all the way across your room for your number.”

Steve smiled sheepishly, and Tony squeezed his hand as they ducked out and were hit with the cold night breeze. “How terrible for you,” he commented drily.

Tony laughed, head tilting backward, and Steve watched his throat in fascination for a a few seconds before jerking and mentally composing himself. If he was going to be the death of Tony, lord only knew what Tony was going to do to him.

When a cab pulled up next to them, Tony leaned forward again, pressing his chest up to Steve’s. “Let’s go do some art,” he said.

“Now that one was just cheesy,” Steve said, giving him a gentle shove and laughing as they both slid into the back seat of the cab.

They went home and Steve drew him. Tony took of his shirt and Steve said he didn’t need to, and then Tony raised an eyebrow and Steve hastily changed his mind.

Yeah. He stopped drawing after that

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