So I keep reading perv!Eddie recently...don't judge me 😂
And I had thoughts. Eddie has the hots for the reader, like pop a boner anytime he sees them kind of hots. How would he handle that? Would he go and handle it? Would he try to control himself? Would he try to sneakily get off somewhere he could still see you?
I'd love to know what you think 😈
You are not the only one who has been reading perv!Eddie, trust me 😈
Warning: perv!Eddie, swearing, male masturbation. 18+ minors DNI
Eddie was fucked. Totally, and completely fucked. It was Tuesday night, and you had come over to get ready before tagging along to the Corroded Coffin show at The Hideout.
When you walked in wearing a tiny black skirt and a top so low cut he was scared you were going to spill out of it, he knew he was in trouble.
He excuses himself to the bathroom while you did your hair and makeup, having popped a boner the second he saw you in that outfit. He slams the door shut and takes a deep breath, willing his erection to go down.
He stands with his back against the door, eyes closed, trying to think about anything other than burying his face in your cleavage. Or between your thighs. Or-
“Hey, do you have an extra hair tie?”, you yell from Eddie’s room.
He feels his cock kick in his pants at the sound of your voice and swipes his hand over his eyes in frustration. He reaches down to palm himself through his jeans, hissing as the already sensitive head scrapes against his boxers.
“Bedside table!”, he answers. His erection is never going to go away with you around unless he gives in and takes care of it. He undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down, groaning as his fingers wrap around the base, squeezing gently. He watches as a fresh bead of precum bubbles from the slit, using it to slick himself as he pumps his fist.
As much as he wants to savor this, to take his time and think about dragging you back to his van after the show and fucking you until you scream, he’s pressed for time. He twists his wrist on the upstroke, head falling back against the door with a loud thud.
“Eddie? Are you ok?”, you call. You stood in front of his mirror on Eddie’s dresser, adding the finishing touches to your makeup.
“Y-yeah! Fine, I’m fine!”, he answers. His cock throbs at the sound of his name on your lips. He groans and tightens his grip, hips thrusting up into his fist.
You finished getting ready, packing up your makeup back and hairbrush before slinging your bag over your shoulder as you make your way into the hallway.
“Eddie! C’Mon, we’re going to be late!”, you shout, knocking on the bathroom door.
The slick sounds of his fist flying over his cock echo through the small bathroom, and he prays you can’t hear it from outside the door. “Ok! I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.” Eddie bites his lip to keep from moaning as he cums over his fist. He reaches out and grips the edge of the counter to steady himself, afraid his legs might give out as he catches his breath.
He washes his hands and makes sure he doesn’t look completely wrecked before opening the door. He’s greeted with the sight of you still in the pretty little outfit, now all dolled up. He feels his spent cock start to stir. Yeah, he’s fucked.
summary: YN and Harry had loved each other for months. The thing was, none of them was brave enough to admit it. So what happened when Harry found the courage and YN made a mistake the night before?
word count: ~1,4k
warnings: mentions of sex (nothing explicit), angst!, heartbreak, and some feels from Harry
a/n: Thank you so much for requesting and your lovely words!
blurb weekend prompts blurb#1
booktuber!reader: part 1 part 2
Well, YN never was good with dealing with her emotions. There were always two options: run from it or make a decision that you’d regret the next day. She tried to take option one all the time, but making mistakes was engraved in her life story (like in anybody else’s). Lately, or should it be said, yesterday, she made a mistake she felt was going to ruin her most valuable relationship - her friendship with Harry.
“YN, please. Don’t tell me you went home with him,” her best friend screamed into the phone.
YN looked over her shoulder, gazing at the man sleeping in her bed. The duvet was placed over his lower body, exposing his muscular back painted with black tattoos. His curly hair was splayed across one of her least favourite cushions, creating a brown nest. In a good way.
“And what if I did?”
“Did you look at him even once last night?!”
She moved out of the bedroom, closing the door after herself, so as to not disturb the sleeping man.
“Of course I did,” she scoffed.
“So you know what you did.”
YN sighed into her phone. Of course, she knew what she did.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
YN moved around the kitchen taking things out of the cabinets and fridge to make some breakfast. She started her newly bought express, needing some caffeine. If she was going to get through this phone call, she needed as much help as she could get. Well, then she would need to face the man from the bedroom, but it was a task for a ‘future her’.
“You slept with Harry’s doppelganger!”
Right. In her bed was a sleeping 6 feet tall man with darkish brown hair and tattoos almost all over his body. In the club last night, she couldn’t distinguish more details than those, but she needed something, someone to help her forget him. The appearance closer to someone she was attracted to was just a plus.
When the lights were illuminating the man's face she knew how ironic it all was. His cheekbones were high and sharp just as his jawline perfectly accented. The dimples deep into his cheeks whenever he was sending her that white smile. And those green eyes. Right there, she deep down knew he wasn’t there to help her forget about Harry. No. He was there to somehow be him, to make her feel as if he could ever be hers.
“They look nothing alike,” YN lied, sipping her coffee, cursing after burning her tongue. “Fuck.”
“You’re either blind or delusional. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“You’re very supportive, babe.”
“I’m not going to support whatever you’re trying to do. It’s a mistake, YN. Trust me.”
“How do you know?” She raised her voice. “Maybe it’s good for me. I slept with him, it was great. And now I can forget about Harry and move on with my life.”
“You can forget about Harry?”
“Easy. Done.”
YN placed the coffee mug on the counter with a thud, spilling half of it. She really was over the talk. She decided to have sex with that man, and she did. She didn’t regret it and didn’t lie about it being great. The man, Henry (yes, she knew fate was really messing with her) treated her right. She had a very good night. It was all about the consequences. She didn’t want them to become clean. And all the talk she was having was writing those mistakes with black ink on paper.
“Is it? Is it that easy to forget about the man you’ve been in love with for months?”
There it was, period on paper.
And before she could answer anything, there was a sound of knocking echoing through her flat.
“I need to go. Someone’s at the door. Can we please meet up today?”
“Of course. My place at 5. You bring wine, I make dinner.”
“Okay. Love you, bye.”
After hearing the good bye back, YN moved across the room and towards the door. After unlocking it, having made sure that her bathrobe was covering everything it could, she opened the door.
Fuck you, fate.
“YN.”
“Ha- Harry. Hi. Uhm, what are you doing here?”
Now, she felt even more exposed. Couldn’t it be her noisy neighbour or the courier with the delivery she had been waiting for for days?
“Well,” he started slowly, immediately halting in thought for a moment. “I don’t really know. Can I come in?”
“It’s really not the best time.”
Puzzles had been slowly being put together in his brain. After waking up today and seeing YN’s post on instagram he felt part of his heart breaking. He covered his feelings for her deep inside, praying for them to never come up. He put on the role of a best friend and was proud of it. He could never jeopardise that friendship. YN was somebody that he knew his soul was searching for.
“I just need a few minutes.”
“Maybe during lunch? At that bistro you’d talked about?”
“YN, please.”
He knew that if he didn’t say anything right now, he’d never do it. When the courage was still in his veins, he had to use it. Whatever would follow, that would be his fate.
“I can’t stop thinking of you. You’re in my mind when I wake up, looking up at the ceiling you sprayed with that wine, thinking that I should really paint it. You’re in my mind when I make breakfast, because of that time when we were doing it together and you got the email about your grandad’s shop being sold to you. It always makes me smile, thinking how happy you were at that moment. You’re in my mind when I’m driving down to Chesire, pointing out all the yellow doors you were so infatuated by, when you drove to mum’s with me. You’re in my mind when I fall asleep, remembering how many times I held you in my arms and felt whole. And- and I can’t do any of those without thinking of you. You’re engraved in my mind. In my heart.”
Harry took a deep breath and finally looked at YN. Her eyes were glossy, looking at him with that look he could never distinguish and put in any category. The one thing he admitted to not know about her - that look.
Through his whole monologue she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She was in his mind. She was something that he couldn’t possibly forget. She was his. And that feeling, that love for him was beaming from her eyes. The look of love.
“Harry, I-”
“You don’t need to say anything, really.” He started rambling, somehow embarrassed that he had let himself out like that. “You don’t need to say that you feel the same way. I can deal with rejection. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have come.”
“No. Stay,” she said immediately, reaching for his hand.
She felt the electricity going through Harry’s palm to hers and straight to her heart. She looked into his eyes, searching for any grain of doubt in his feelings, finding none.
“Harry, I can’t express how long I’ve been waiting to tell you this.” She laughed, not believing that she was going to admit everything. “I lo-”
“YN?”
Harry’s eyes moved from YN’s, landing at the source of the interruption. His hopeful eyes lost the spark in milliseconds. His smile faded and the grip of his fingers on hers, loosen. He was a fool, believing that she could feel the same. He felt betrayed. Even more when the stranger turned around and locked his eyes with Harry.
Harry took a step back, diverting his eyes from the man and then back to YN. Puzzles were tossed on the ground and with each second stepped on, losing colour and making the outlines unreadable.
YN looked over her shoulder, seeing Henry standing near her couch in nothing but his underwear. She wanted to think that ‘it couldn’t be happening right now’, but she knew better. The decisions she had made yesterday and regretted, backfired on her. The decision, which just now, was costing her the friendship she was so protective of. The love she was so afraid to fall into. It all was drifting away.
“Harry,” YN whispered, trying to find the words to explain the situation.
“It’s okay.” Words, like venom, were sipping out of his tongue. Even Harry didn’t like the way it sounded or the tone he used. “No need to explain. I think you have someone to get back to. Have a good day, YN.”
And just like that he was gone. And so were their hopes that it all could have turned out the way they dreamed about.
Hi!! If you write for Daltwistle, "A realizing that they have feelings for B when they see them with someone else." & "Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?" would be great 👀
I hope this is Minty approved, I've never written for them before, but I love lurking on stuff 👀
Recently, Roger had been hanging out with a girl who didn't seem to be one of his groupies. She wasn't only to be seen at their events, instead they were walking around town together and he even took her to rehearsals, which the rest of the band found somewhat bothersome, but she acted quietly enough to let them practice in peace. If it wasn't for Roger walking towards her at the end of the last song, wrapping her into a hug and kissing her.
Frankly, that made John sick to his stomach. Not because he hated physical affection, but because it was Roger with another girl, whom he treated differently than the ones who went to meet him after gigs. He could tell there was less sexual tension and more of a romantic air between them. What John had previously considered as a slight crush on his bandmate was now proven to be real feelings for him, albeit currently overshadowed by possessiveness. But could he be possessive over someone he wasn't even close to having to himself?
Either way, he had to do something to prevent them from going further. When Pete called Roger over to discuss something briefly, John took the girl aside, speaking even quieter than usual. While he talked, she glanced at Roger a couple of times, whispering to the bassist, yet audibly enough for the singer to catch, “Really? I didn't know, I'm so sorry.”
Soon but too late to eavesdrop on their conversation, Roger returned, putting an arm around the girl's waist. “Are we going, dear?”
“Actually…” she started, nervously looking at John before turning to Roger. “I'm afraid I'll have to go home early. Thanks for taking me to this rehearsal though, you guys are great!”
The blonde’s arm loosened around her and his charming smile faded as she awkwardly squeezed his hand instead of the goodbye kiss they normally shared before parting ways.
Roger watched as she walked away and then turned to John, asking in a dangerously low voice, “Did you just tell the girl I was gonna go out with that we're dating?”
John rolled his eyes, taking a drag of his cigarette before shaking his head dismissively. “You've only been seeing each other for a few weeks anyway.”
“Well, it could've been longer,” Roger huffed, tucking his clenched fists into the pockets of his jacket. “Why did you even say I'm dating you?”
“I love you, fucking hell,” John muttered, looking into Roger's eyes for the first time today.
“You say that to Pete and Keith all the time.”
“They’re my best friends, but I'm into you,” he explained, getting increasingly annoyed at Roger's – perhaps feigned – ignorance.
“What?” He frowned.
“Seeing you with that bird made me so jealous, I had to do something about it.”
Silence hung heavy in the air as Roger processed the confession and John worried about whether he should not have said anything, intently avoiding eye contact. Suddenly, Roger grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down to his level, a hint of fury in his eyes, which made John wonder if he was going to start a fight or if it was his general dislike for men who were taller than himself.
It seemed to be the latter as the next thing John knew, Roger's lips were on his, kissing him with as much aggression as he had been used to showing since his school days – but also with as much passion as John had secretly wished he would be kissed by him one day after seeing him making out with all those women after their shows.
A couple of seconds later, the singer pulled away with a grin slowly forming on his face. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing he finally told him the truth.
Hi my lovely abby! For your birthday blurb weekend celebration I’d like to request this storm prompt: ⋆ "come here, i'll keep you safe. swear." With Anakin please and thank you❤️❤️hope you have the best day and happiest birthday! Love and hugs💕
Safe
pairing: Anakin Skywalker x afab!reader
word count: 900
a/n: ps. sorry if there are any inaccuracies with my star wars lore. i haven't watched anything star wars related in years. my love for anakin only recently resurfaced
A shudder ran through you as you listened to the unrelenting storm outside. The rain was pounding down outside, thunder clapping frequently with lighting following shortly after. It was making it hard to sleep. Each loud clap of thunder was frightening you back awake. Every shock of lightning illuminated your room.
Kamino was nothing but an endless ocean. As someone who grew up on Mandalore, it was hard to be okay with this watery landscape they called a planet. Especially with how severe the storms were. You had had the occasional storm on Mandalore growing up, but nothing like this. You were surprised the buildings were still standing above what.
Being sent here felt almost like a punishment. You knew it was necessary, but hell. The only thing making it better was the people you had been sent there with. Obi-wan had been the one to ask for you, which apparently Anakin encouraged. When Ahsoka said that you couldn't help the flutter in your chest.
You weren't sure what it was, but there was just something about Anakin that made your heart beat a little faster. The two of you had been on one assignment together. That was the beginning of it all, and now you could barely get him out of your mind.
Ever since the storm had started you wondered if he was like you. If he was staring at the ceiling, hoping for some calm. Or if he was fast asleep, the storm barely even noticeable. You closed your eyes, mind wandering to more thoughts of Anakin. Just as your mind was wondering if he was in his normal sleep ware. His broad chest cover by nothing, only a loose fitting pair of black pants on his waist.
Boom! Crack!
You sat up that time, chest rising and falling quickly. You dug your nails into your palms. Tightness tugged at all of your muscles. You needed to do something else besides just laying there. Without another thought you got up and headed to grab your robe.
After putting your robe on, you opened your door and moved into the hallway. At least in the hallway the storm didn't sound as loud. You didn't have a plan in mind. At this point, if you needed to walk around the halls all night to feel better you would. So, that's what you did.
The halls were empty, except for the occasional guard. Your foot steps were being drowned out by the sound of the storm outside. Hell, your thoughts were starting to become drowned out by the noise. You were starting to wonder how any of these guards were staying focus with all of the noise.
While lost in thought you rounded the corner of the hall, hoping to continue walking. Instead you were met with another body. The two of you bumped into each other, obvious that neither of you were really paying attention. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you up straight as you regained your balance.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry," you started apologizing immediately, ready to start hear some guard yell at you. It never came though.
"Hey, it's okay," a familiar voice said.
Everything started clicking into place in your mind. The strong hands and chest, soft yet firm voice. You had slammed directly into the man who had been plaguing your thoughts all night so far.
"Anakin, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you apologized again.
"Like I said, it's okay," a soft smile was on his lips. "What's got you up this late anyway?"
"Oh, I just am having a hard time sleeping," you tugged the front of your robe around you a little more.
Anakin was exactly as you had imagined him. Black robe, black pants, no shirt. Tonight really just wasn't your night. First the storm and now him.
"Is there any particular thing keeping you up?" His tone had a bit of concern to it, something that wasn't too common for him.
"Oh no, not real-"
As if the storm knew what you were about to say, a loud boom of thunder clapped outside. You tilted your head inward, drawing away from the loud sound as your body tensed. Anakin's hand on your arm tightened a little bit, as if he was still trying to keep you up right. Lightning flashed and leaked in through the windows of the hallway.
"I don't like the storm either," he whispered reassuringly.
"I'm just not used to them like this," you started, "not with the water and everything. It makes me worried."
"Worried?"
"Yeah, like what if it gets too bad and something happens?" The nerves were making your voice shake a little.
"Come here, I'll keep you safe. Swear."
Without warning, Anakin's arms slipped around you and pulled you into him. The soft skin of his broad chest was pressed against your cheek now. You let your arms wrap around him, holding him in a similar embrace that he had you in.
The two of you sat there like that long enough for another loud boom of thunder to occur. That time when you tensed Anakin was there, arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close. His embrace almost made you forget about the storm, the loud noise being the only thing reminding you now. Even the lightning had ceased to exist with face nestled into his chest. For the rest on the night the storm didn't bother you.
thank you so so much for asking for my boy ani!!! i really hope you enjoy this fluffy blurb<3
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Hello! I have a request for you! Can you please do number 3, 21, and 64 for Gibbs? I’m feeling really fluffy rn and could use this for later. Thank you! You’re work is amazing! ❤️❤️
Can We Cuddle?
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader
Prompts: "Can we cuddle? Please"?, "Have you seen my hoodie?", Caught by the team
A/n: thank you!! Hope you enjoy, I love soft Gibbs <3
Blurb Weekend!!
Gibbs walked up from the basement, wiping the sawdust off his hands. He reaches the top steps and looks around for you, but you are nowhere to be found.
"Sweetheart?"
He knows it's late, but usually you wait up for him on nights like this.
Gibbs walks to the kitchen, only to find it empty. Same with the living room, the office, and even the bathrooms. He finally walks upstairs and finds you curled up in bed, hugging a pillow close to your chest.
"There ya are." He grunts as he walks in.
"Hey baby." You respond, burrowing further into the pillow. Gibbs watched, adoration filling his heart. "What time is it?" Your voice is groggy and heavy with sleep.
"Midnight." He murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head.
"Mmm." You humm, drifting off to sleep again. Gibbs walks to the bathroom, washes up, brushes his teeth and comes back to the bedroom, finding you already back to sleep.
He shucks off his shirt and throws on a pair of sweatpants before crawling into bed behind you. He felt you shift as you turned to face him.
"Can we cuddle? Please?" You ask him sleepily. He chuckles before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. He pushes his hand under your sweatshirt and the other tucks under the pillow, cradling your head. Your legs tangled together and you sigh happily.
Gibbs lays there for a second before realizing what you are wearing.
"Is that my hoodie?" He asks, but by then, your eyes are closed again and your breathing has evened out. He's skeptical, but he assumes you have fallen asleep. Gibbs just chuckles again and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.
"I love ya sweetheart." He whispers.
A few moments pass by in silence.
"I love you too." You breathe out.
"I knew you were awake!" He exclaims and you giggle.
"Oh just go to sleep, Jet." And he did, snuggling in even closer.
"He'll be fine with it if we end up saving his life!" Tony whisper shouts. He creeps down Gibb's hallway, gun drawn, Ziva right behind him. They reach Gibb's door and Tony looks up.
"1.. 2.. 3!" He shouts on 3, kicking open the door. It swings open with a loud bang.
You and Jethro shoot up, eyes wide. You almost instantly reach for your gun when you realize who's at the door.
"The hell?" Gibbs let's out, anger present in his voice. Dinozzo looks like he was going to answer before he realized it was you in Gibb's bed.
"S-sorry boss. You weren't… answering your phone." He mutters slowly backing up before Gibbs gets too angry.
"The one day I sleep in." He groans and shifts. "Well you see me. I'm fine. Ill be in in an hour." Ziva and Tony just stand there staring for what feels like forever.
"You can leave." You speak up from the bed, curling back into Jethro's side.
"Now!" He raises his voice and the agents scurry out.
"Well that happened." You say once their gone. He looks down at you and brings a hand to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear.
"Well, at least now, I can sneak in a kiss at work, and not worry about bein' caught." He jokes and you laugh bringing your lips to his.
Desperate boyfriend!Sidney taken from this prompt list
*There is some alluding to sex under the cut (nothing explicit)
The middle of the hockey season was always the busiest, extended road trips, media appearances, this year has been no different. Add in some poor performances leading to additional practices, meetings with other senior players, and a slew of rescheduled games due to Covid, and Sid has been busy.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t also swamped at work. Late nights at the office on conference calls with the west coast office, early mornings trying to get ahead of the onslaught coming your way, some days it would be almost 4pm before you realized you missed lunch.
Today was one of those days.
Your 2pm meeting was pushed to 10:30, but the email notifying you wasn’t sent until 6am. Scrambling to get to the office to finish the mockups, you placed a quick kiss to Sid’s forehead. By the time he opened his eyes and slowly made his way to the door, taillights were in the driveway.
Finally having a day off, no media interviews, no practice or game, no team bonding activities, Sid was hopeful to at least make you breakfast before spending the entire day alone, waiting to catch a glimpse of you before bed.
Sid was bored.
It wasn’t even 1pm, he is incredibly bored and alone.
Hearing a faint knock on your door, you pop your head up from the countless unread e-mails you are slowly making your way through and see your boyfriend. Tight jeans, a black Nike hoodie, dark brown eyes and the boyish charm that first drew you in.
“Sid,” you immediately smile. Closing your laptop, he takes a few steps in, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing here?”
Rising to your tippy toes you press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re schedule is empty for the nest 45 minutes and I missed you.”
“My schedule?” you quirk an eyebrow.
“It’s synced to the iPad.” Grinning, with his hands gently on your hips he walks you until the backs of your thighs hit the wood desk. “I can do a lot with 45 minutes you know.”
Laughing, your head tilts back and Sid uses that opportunity to attach his lips to your neck. “I actually have a million e-mails to respond to over the next 45 minutes.”
“That so?” he hums. Undeterred by your objections, he hoists you onto the desk, firmly squeezing your thighs and sucking on your earlobe, every reason not to continue slips further and further away.
“I’ve missed you.” Fumbling around with the belt buckle, he gets it unfastened, and tugs the cotton shirt free.
“Me too…” you trail off hearing Peggy and Chris outside your door, bringing you back to the realization of what is about to happen, in your office. “I’m at work.”
Trying to create some space, Sid doesn’t stop, instead your back is against the wood and his lips find the warm skin of your exposed stomach. “All the more reason,” he grins up at you, slowly dragging the zipper of your trousers down, revealing the navy blue lace he bought for your last birthday.
prompt 29 & 52 with slash from the prompt list #15!
I feel so bad for letting you wait for over a year and also because it's not even good 😭
This week's date was you and Slash going to the zoo and taking a few photos while he told you random facts about most of the animals you could see there. Obviously, you spent a lot of time in the terrarium area as he talked about which snakes he had owned as a pet as well as some of their characteristics and idiosyncrasies. Well, that was surely not worth any less than a guided tour with a zookeeper.
Near the end of your tour, you walked past the restrooms, where Slash tightened his grip on your hand and suddenly pulled you into a stall. You grinned as he pushed you against the wall, crashing his lips into yours while locking the door with his free hand.
"Oh, so this is also on your bucket list of public places to fuck?" you asked cheekily.
In response, he just smirked and went down on his knees. "Kind of."
He pushed your skirt up and dragged your panties down your legs, taking them off before he added, "Don't try to be quiet, there are a lot of wild animals here so it shouldn't make any difference if there are two more to be heard."
You would have laughed at that remark if he didn't immediately push your legs apart and wrap his lips around your clit, which made your eyes roll back in your head and grab his curly hair. He moved his tongue up in one slow stroke, making you sigh shakily and desperately buck your hips into him.
As he continued, you lifted your foot and put it on the step trash can to give him better access. He tightened his grip on your thighs, dipping his tongue into you and curling it upwards. You let out a moan that instantly became louder the moment he started humming, sending vibrations through your body.
"Don't stop," you murmured, feeling all dizzy as you felt your climax coming closer and closer.
He briefly pulled away to reply, "Do I look like I would?"
You bit down on your lip in an attempt to suppress the moans before remembering that Slash had specifically told you not to be quiet and letting out a loud moan as you came.
Your legs were threatening to give out before he picked you up and let you sit on the toilet lid for a moment to come down. With a proud look on his face, he wiped his chin and handed you your panties.
Once you caught your breath, you stood up and unlocked the door. "I hope your celebrity status keeps us from getting barred," you whispered before leaving the stall with him.
