Imagine David Levinson taking care of you when you’re sick.
He comes home from work and finds you curled up in bed, exhausted, sore and sweating from a fever.
He wastes no time in getting some water and aspirin into you, before picking you up princess style to carry you to the shower. After you’re clean and dried, he dresses you in one of his soft, oversized flannels and tucks you back into bed, telling you he just has to run to the store for medicine, as you start to fall asleep.
When he gets back, he wakes you enough to get some more water and medicine into you before you fall back asleep.
You wake up a few hours later. Your fever has started to go down and David brings you a tray of food. Orange juice, crackers and soup. He’d told his Dad you were sick and Julius had brought over chicken soup, family recipe, to help you back on your feet.
You’re still feeling weak and now a bit emotional at being taken care of like this. So you just lean back against propped up pillows and let David feeds you soup.
After you eat, he takes the tray back to the kitchen, comes back and changes into boxers and a t-shirt, and climbs into bed with you, cuddling you against his chest.
He turns on the tv and flips through the channels until you ask him to stop on one of your favourite shows.
You’re awake for a little while longer, lulled by the background noise of the tv and David’s steady heartbeat against your ear, and the feeling of his big hands massaging your arm and back.
Soon enough you doze off again, sleeping peacefully through the night, held safe in his arms.
HOW THE HOMESTUCK CHARACTER YOU'RE DATING WOULD REACT TO YOU BEING CALLED A SLUR
Includes : Beta Trolls, Alpha Kids, Beta Kids. Online and Offline variants. Typing quirks, custom colors, special text characters, NOT SCREEN READER FRIENDLY. Long post.
TROLLS
ARADIA MEGIDO -
[AA]: 0_0
Online, she doesn't appear to comment about it. Aradia's sort of a lurker in most conversations. However, she's completely down to send ghosts after the person to haunt them- she probably just won't tell you. And if she DOES, it's offhandedly.
Of course, she won't do much in person just for her own safety. She'll just sort of press her lips tight together and make a weird face as she stares at the person.
TAVROS NITRAM -
[AT]: wOAH,, hANG oN tHERE,,,
Online, Tavros will nigh immediately comment on it. He doesn't like it, it makes HIM uncomfortable, and it PROBABLY makes you uncomfortable as well. Of course, his argument really doesn't go beyond “calling someone a ██████ is mean”, which'll likely get him called a ██████ in turn. In that case, he just kind of agrees and then shuts up.
Even if we play with the idea he's safe to go out in person, he still immediately tries to leave to avoid any sort of conflict. If someone's willing to insult YOU, they're willing to insult him and he certainly doesn't want to be there for it.
SOLLUX CAPTOR -
[TA]: oh youre one two talk about fuckiing ██████2 arent you
Online, Sollux immediately raises hell. He's a nerd and a hacker, he knows how to be annoying and will weaponize it IMMEDIATELY. He'll instantly start to spam the DMs of the person with the same slur AND more. And you best believe he'll work his magic and try to send a .zip bomb their way. Don't fuck with an ~ATH user, they'll kill themselves too.
Naturally, he isn't as confrontational in person. He'll still make a grimace and go as far as to maybe murmur a different slur back, but he certainly won't be the one to start anything… offline, anyways.
KARKAT VANTAS -
[CG]: OH I DIDN'T KNOW WE HAVE A ██████ EXPERT HERE. PLEASE, ENLIGHTEN US WITH YOUR PROWESS IN IDENTIFYING ██████S FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, PROFESSOR BULGEMUNCH. TELL ME, DID YOU GET YOUR DEGREE FROM…
It's no surprise Karkat would raise a stink. He might say the word back, but otherwise he won't use slurs in retaliation. His natural way of talking is colorful as-is. Throwing in any new variables would just clutter it up and make him sound edgy like that other moron. He's probably been blocked by now, but you can hear the righteous flurry of taps his fingers are making across the keyboard. "If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo." - Sun Tzu, probably.
There really isn't much of a difference in person- should we pretend he can even leave his hive in safety, anyways. His language is just as flowery, matched with lots of waving his hands and arms. It's almost like some sort of intimidation tactic, but that's really just how he speaks when he's animated. The difference is that it's a whole lot less than it would be online, and he's quick to leave. Retaliation is the one thing he doesn't wanna stick around for, as enlightening as a response would be.
NEPETA LEIJON -
[AC]: :33< *ac unsheathes her claws and releases a flurry of strikes!*
Truth be told, a lot of things Nepeta does reads as terribly unserious even if it's completely genuine. This is one of those things. She immediately jumps into roleplay, regardless if she was doing it or not… to write about viciously killing the other person over and over again! Her fingers are on fire! Her paws of fury cannot be stopped!… until Equius starts pestering her, anyways.
She's just as confrontational in public, probably because she doesn't get out much at all. She'll start hissing… and if that doesn't deter the other party, she's lunging. You'll likely need to pull her off… if you're worried she won't win, anyways.
KANAYA MARYAM -
[GA]: Have You Heard About [XX]
[GA]: Its Really A Crying Shame They Outed Themself As A ██████ And A Whiny Little Grub Loser
[GA]: Truly
Kanaya isn't entirely confrontational online. Especially she knows because it won't do much. That doesn't mean she isn't petty. She's SUPER petty. She immediately starts ignoring the other party and openly shit-talks them to you… in the same chat they're in. She completely ignores them, pretending they aren't there and she can't see their messages unless it's more fuel for the fire. She's giggling the whole time.
However, she's got a lot more patience and tact in person- she's got to, with the people she's been around. The other person won't elicit more than an eye-roll from her… though while she turns her back to them, you notice she'll start applying a new layer of lipstick…
Terezi is not much help. She doesn't care you got called a slur- she just cares that it was THAT one. There's so many better words, and she'll gladly point out which. She'll even rank them, if you want. Accidentally derails the entire conversation to her blindness and general synesthesia.
It's not much different in real life either. She'll grimace and power through the conversation and try to switch it to something else. If she can't, she's ready to leave. But she'll happily ask how you want that person to be killed later! Get ready for a roleplay session.
VRISKA SERKET -
[AG]: UH, HELLOOOOOOOO????????
[AG]: YOU'RE THE ██████ HERE 8UDDY!!!!!!!!
[AG]: ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Right onto the attack. If she likes you, she's taking this as an attack against HERSELF. She's not shy about saying it right back, and incorporating new slurs into her dialogue. Get cre8tive! She'll spam them as much as she pleases until she gets bored- and, hey, if she can manipul8 them into injuring themselves, even better. But after, you better be ready for her to gloat to you how much better she is for fighting this battle for YOUR honor and you REALLY ought to be gr8ful……..
And it's not terribly different in person either. She's not afraid to get into a shouting spat, though she's sure to end it early and roll her eyes and storm off just so the other person can see how much SHE DOESNT CARE AT ALL FOR SURE CLEARLY!!!!!!!! Vriska will still lay into you though, making her defend you ALL BY HERSELF (even though she didn't give you the chance to butt in at all)……..
EQUIUS ZAHHAK -
[CT]: D→ Um
[CT]: D→ If I may
[CT]: D→ [YN] is not a “██████”
[CT]: D→ You mean to say ██████ surely because that is the e%c100sive term that applies to them
He argues about semantics. It's stupid you got called that, because you're not! He just wants to point out what you ARE so they'll be CORRECT next time!
He's really not much better in person. He just starts sweating harder than he usually does. You're not sure if he's enjoying this or not.
GAMZEE MAKARA -
[TC]: Aw InVeRtEbRo... WhAtS WrOnG WiTh BeInG A ██████? DoN'T AnY ██████S DeSeRvE SoMe MoThErFuCkIn SyMpAtHy? :o(
He doesn't actually know what the word means, though he's heard it before. He has to look it up before actually replying. What's so wrong with being a certain type of person anyways? "(Wе got you!) Our wagons take you to a place / Where they rejoice your voice and celebrate your face / (We got you!) Climb aboard and discover / Your sisters and your brothers and significant others / (We got you!) Ride's free, and it's free to get in / Whatever shape you be, you perfectly fit in (We got you!) / (Want you, need you!) 'Cause we can see your soul is shinin' bright / And we're the Carnival of Lights" - Insane Clown Posse, Carnival of Lights.
To be honest, it's a lot worse in person. He's stoned and completely misses it- either that, or he's never heard it said and only read it. He doesn't know what it means, and you're going to have to point it out for him to even really react. And all he's going to do is leave, really. Harsh vibes. No need to stick around.
ERIDAN AMPORA -
[CA]: im sorry wwhen did the ██████ get allowwed to havve opinions on ██████s again
[CA]: honestly laughable howw you think you evven havve a place in this convversation ██████scum come back wwhen you actually havve somethin to offer to society like [YN]
[CA]: havve you actually tried thinkin before speakin you piece a shit cause its glaringly obvvious that...
There's no way ERIDAN of all people would let anythin' like that slide. This is about to get VERY personal for EVERYONE involved, because he's pullin' out all the stops. If you know anythin' about this person, it's bein dredged up and attacked. On the off chance you don't, he'll make it up. It doesn't need to be true, it just needs to be a blatant attack and get his point across.
He's much worse in person, primarily because he keeps that thang on him. You and everybody in the area are about to become intimately familiar with the might of Ahab's Crosshairs.
FEFERI PEIXES -
[CC]: U)(, S)(-ELLO? [YN] isn't a ██████, you ██████!
[CC]: Just because t)(ey ACT like one SOM-ETIM-ES doesn't mean T)(-EY ACTUALS-EA AR-E!!!!!!!!! G-ET YOUR FACTS STRAIG)(T!!!!!!!!!!!
Feferi… TRIES to defend you, it seems. She's got a BIT of the spirit, but she's really not above both saying it AND insulting you in the process. You're lucky she's just going to block that person…
It's worse in person, because she's practically got a captive audience just by being who she is, and she'll try to defend your honor by dragging it through the mud. Just because you DRESS like a total ██████ doesn't mean you ARE a total ██████! You're too smart and nice and pretty to be a ██████, duh! She's going to point it all out!
HUMANS
JOHN EGBERT -
[EB]: uh, wow okay buddy!
[EB]: i mean looks like you're the ██████ here but whatever!
He immediately bounces back. What else is he meant to do? There's two of you and one of them! He gets into petty insults and eggs you on to join in. Once he gets bored enough, it's blocking time.
In person though, he fumbles through his words and ends up resorting to a childish insult instead. He's a great annoyance though.
DAVE STRIDER -
[TG]: i mean whos to say maybe we're all ██████s
[TG]: prolly just you though given youre the biggest ██████ ive ever met
[TG]: pales in comparison to [YN] its astronomical the level of ██████ery you exhibit im impressed
It's a “yes, and” situation. He immediately jumps on the track of using slurs in three different paragraphs. He doesn't like it aimed at YOU per se, so he whips it right back around at the other person, but you're certainly not exempt from jeering either.
In PERSON however, he cares much more about his cool guy ego. He just shakes his head and gives a thumbs down.
ROSE LALONDE -
[TT]: Curious, coming from you. Did you know the username [XX] tells a lot about your psyche? I can tell neither of your parents ever loved you. It's actually particularly Freudian when it comes to…
Online, she can easily play into her psychoanalysis shtick. Slap words together, long and smart, and bullshit… yeah, she seems to composed, she's got it in the bag. Throws in her own projection for the hell of it.
In person… she doesn't have time or the comfort to compose herself like she does at home. She just flings slurs and insults back. Fuck it. Who needs composure when you can be right?
JADE HARLEY -
[GG]: hey! youre a ██████! leave [YN] alone! you sound like a miserable person!
Let's not kid herself, she WOULD say slurs. But this is the closest you'd get to a genuine defense from… everyone, really. She'll try more to comfort you and shame the other person than start a fight.
In person though? BECQUEREL GO!!!
JANE CROCKER -
[GG]: Oh, you want to talk ██████? I'm sure you know all about being ██████, you little ██████. Do you think you're better just because we can't see your face? We all know you're…
Jane has read enough hatemail, and told how to cope with it. These people are sad and lonely. She wants to make them feel sadder and lonelier. Sure, she might come after to check if you're ok later on, but she's much too busy ripping this person a new one. She's more likely to discuss a cease and desist.
In person, she doesn't bother to dignify responses. Just rolls her eyes and threatens to call cops or security. She's just busy and doesn't want to deal with you being harassed.
DIRK STRIDER -
[TT]: What?
[TT]: I suppose that makes enough sense, but I'm more surprised I didn't get the accusation first.
[TT]: I'm prime ██████ material. Maybe it just imprinted on [YN].
He doesn't have a healthy enough relationship with the world around him and the association with slurs. So instead, he opts to make the situation about himself to divert it from you being insulted. Even tries to play it off as a joke. Even though he loathes labels, he'll take the one.
In person, he's not much help either. He sort of just stares at the person, formulating the right string of words to simultaneously prove himself superior to this person, be your ideal white knight without seeming too obsessed, and also not get hate-crimed in the process. He ends up not speaking at all. He doesn't apologize later either, too busy debating if the cons of killing himself outweigh the pros.
ROXY LALONDE -
[TG]: oh look who decided to speak up now
[TG]: do u think callin ppl ██████ n stuff earns u social points??
[TG]: nobdy likes an asshole get real we all kno ur the ██████
Roxy on the attack! She cycles between calling the person an asshole to their face, and calling the person an asshole to you in private while making sure you don't take it too hard. Eventually she'll be too focused on you to bother with the other one.
In person, she gets loud. Really really loud, and repeating what they said to draw attention. She's going to call them the hell out and make sure everybody knows what kind of person they are.
JAKE ENGLISH -
[GT]: Boy howdy and i thought my language is antiquated!
[GT]: Do your kiss your mother with that mouth or is she the uncivilized ██████ you learned that language from?
A stern talking-to is to be had! He's livid! Who uses that language this day and age! Other than him, because he immediately fires it back at the person and their mother and their father and everyone they happen to know.
In physical confrontation, he immediately escalates the situation. Finger jabbing in the chest, getting into their face, and getting LOUD. He doesn't WANT a fight, but he's very eager for fisticuffs all the same. Of course, he's quick to leave if it isn't working. He's only fighting if they are. And if they're NOT, he's out of there with you.
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Chance fucking you infront of a mirror making you watch yourself come undone for him. Everytime you try to look away he grabs your chin and pulls it back, whispering degrading things into your ear while he wrecks you (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝)
Pairing – Steve Rogers (The Winter Soldier Steve in particular) x female reader
Summary: He came into the club to unwind. You focus on making ends meet. But his shyness and your compassion might be both of your undoing.
Warnings: 18+ content (MINORS DNI!!!), thigh riding, one or two cursewords, pretty much just making out and horniness but PART 2 will be on its way and it will be much more NSFW. Contrary to the title, both of these are consensual.
Word count: 1,914
Snippet: “You getting married soon?” Maybe that was the reason for his reclusiveness, he's got a woman at home and doesn't want to mess up his future. It almost settled a sense of relief in you, to know a good one was still out there.
“I'm just busy at work. I don't get much time off,” he said. You exhaled a sight of relief bigger than you anticipated. You almost swore, with the way his neck perked up, he heard it too.
Random Notes – I was literally driving home from work, and Trouble Man from The Winter Soldier soundtrack came on - the whole story kinda flashed in my mind and I was just so giddy. As soon as I got home, I just kinda let this one go and here we are. I hope ya'll enjoy, and let me know what you think!! :D
Having just come off your set on the main stage, you take your cue with the hoots and hollers around the room from bored husbands and bosses to get all you can. A little shimmy here, some quick flirty convos there, as men stuff the lining of your bra and underwear with singles and double digits. Feeling hot from the stuffiness of the air, and not the attraction of anyone in the room, you shuffle to a mirror in a dark corner behind the crowded bar to make yourself look more presentable. The crisp and crumpled dollar bills felt a bit thicker than your intake from the night before. At least you hope so as you take off your heel and force the bills to the bottom before slipping it back on. Safe keeping.
A separate round of large shouts and hollers come from the entranceway rather than close to the stage. A bachelor party? A happy hours get-together? You couldn't care less to be honest, but you had to care enough while you were on the clock with bills to pay.
A couple of the girls from the back scuttle back and forth from the dressing room, wanting to get a vantage point of the new troupe of customers. We were all desperate for more than the regulars, even if they paid between impish and fairly well. Two servers dipped over to them more than ready to take their orders, as a few of the men began busting out bills for the table, the kind of show and tell to bring over any dancer in a heartbeat.
From where you stood across the floor, the eight of them all looked like they belonged roiding out in the gym, or getting off fighting a war – wearing various combos of black jackets, pants, shirts, slick back hair. The one with the beard had gruffest voice and looked like the leader, and none of them had a problem following his lead. Being loud and gruff for the sake of it.
Except for one. He wasn't even wearing black. You couldn't be sure under shadows of neon lights but he looked like he was donning the most subtle navy blue casual look, not the cargo wear of his pals. Blonde hair. Sharp jawline. Looking exactly like he had no idea what he was doing there. If you were one of your friends, you would've gone to him next. None of the others seemed to think he was worth the hassle, going for the more extroverted ones of the bunch. You almost felt sorry for him.
But you didn't want any problems tonight. Sighing and mentally wishing the other girls luck you made your way around the room, hitting up some guys who cheered the most when you were on stage, some who left you great tips last night.
That sorriness you felt for the lone stranger didn't last long before you found yourself close enough to the table you planned on avoiding.
“What's your name, sweet cheeks,” the loud one, the leader, shouted over the music, letting a loose hand gently graze your back.
You offered your stage name with a tight smile. The tightest most polite smile you could while trying desperately not to eye the wad of cash splayed across the tables that seemed to grow bigger from the time they entered twenty minutes ago. It almost made your heart jump from what that could help you pay off.
“You gonna take care of our boy, [Y/N]?” His suggestion coming off like a barking order. You gonna help take care of our boy, or else, kind of order. You couldn't help but think that they just didn't want him ruining their mood and wanting to fuck anything that moved instead of actually wanting him to have a good time.
The blond guy's face flinched , as one of the waitresses put down a drink in front of him and turned away almost immediately. He seemed to relax a bit but not that much, and that wasn't going to make most of the dancers here spend much time with him if it seemed like he wasn't capable of ponying up.
You didn't pay attention to the loud one. Instead, you offered a heartwarming smile to the one practically sitting on his own in the crowded booth as you maneuvered over to him.
“It's a little loud in here,” you leaned over, remarking.
All he could do was nod his head. You sighed, deeply. Your closest friend who was already joined at the hip to a svelte guy with way too much oil in his slicked back hair gave you a look of pity, and then forced a laugh to whatever he said.
Your hand reached over to his face, redirecting his eyes to meet your gaze. “Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?” you asked, leaning over close enough for him to smell your perfume. Maybe close enough for him to feel, I don't know, safer, at ease.
His eyes were blue. Soft yet sharp, even warm. You didn't expect that being this close to him. With a quick nod of his head, he stood up with more confidence than what you expected. Taking your head in his, you saw the first glimpse of a smile, even if it was a shy one, as his friends howled behind him and threw down more money for the dancers making out on stage.
You led him through to a private suite, with one of the security guards eyeing the both of you as you walked through the threshold. You heard him give a big sigh, making you catch a glimpse of him running his palms over the highs of his jeans. Damn, he was good looking.
“That better,” you noted, as he looked around warily before sitting down in the main both across from you.
You were sure he had to be 6'3'. Probably 250 or 300 lbs covered in pure muscle. He could beat the shit out of every jerk in this place and not break a sweat. Yet, with the way he was sitting on the pleather couch, his shoulders hunched forward and unsure what to do with his hands, he looked like a lost golden retriever. It made you swallow hard, not wanting to buy into all of these small signs of genuine humility. A part of you wanted to swear it an act, and that's what made you focus more on the audio player to find your favorite playlist to collect your thoughts.
A soothing yet sultry saxophone blared out from the speakers. You glided over to him, his eyes finally darting all over your body. You swore it was the first time he was registering exactly where he was. You started moving your hips, swaying and feeling the lump of cash at the bottom of your one heel. At least if you couldn't get anything out of him, you had that pad of take-ins for the night.
“What's your name,” you asked. Your mind couldn't help but think if you had actually seen him before. Not here, but somewhere else.
“Steve,” he offered, his voice much deeper than you expected, so deep that you could feel it light a fire under your skin.
“Those your friends outside, Steve?” you prompted, rolling closer to him, encouraging the closeness to prompt him to lean back. “You guys celebrating a promotion?”
He let out a tentative no, but there was something in his tone that made you believe it was a full-on rejection of the idea. His eyes were zeroing in on your movements. Finally.
“You getting married soon?” Maybe that was the reason for his reclusive nature, he's got a woman at home and doesn't want to mess up his future. It almost settled a sense of relief in you, to know a good one was still out there.
“I'm just busy at work. I don't get much time off,” he said. You exhaled a sight of relief bigger than you anticipated. You almost swore, with the way his neck perked up, he heard it. “The guys wanted me to unwind.”
You rolled your back down to the ground, grabbing your heels, making sure to stick your ass in his face and sway your hips a bit. When you pretended to play with your calves, at this point just improving your front legged stretch from yoga class, you caught a glimpse of Steve's jaw clenching shut.
So, he is an ass man too. For some reason, the observation took to the back of your mind like a note that you could use for later...but surely you wouldn't.
You sighed, rolling upwards and turning around to move in on him.
“Relax,” you told him, your hands opening up the lapel of his jacket and letting your hands briskly grab his shoulders. “I'm not gonna bite.”
You couldn't lie the polite gentleman act was cute. A part of you felt like you wanted to take care of him, show him it was okay to want someone and be wanted. Another part wanted you to help him break free of it, see the fuckboy that was surely hiding underneath. It would be a shame to have all those muscles and tension, and never work them out, especially on you.
“You can if you want to,” whispering close to his ear, hoping the words would make a difference. You whipped your long hair to the side, exposing your neck close to his face, and trying to convince yourself there wasn't a selfish incentive behind it.
“Hmmm,” was all he could muster.
You nod your head in the direction of the sign. NO TOUCHING.
He peered slightly up at you, as your hips rest easy several inches over the tent in his pants. It surprised you how much he seems to be asking for permission without any words. You bite your lips was all he needed as his hands grabbed hold of your waist, firmer than you ever anticipated. He helps plant you over him, the most intimate you were with anyone that night, for as long as you could possibly remember.
“You don't let anyone get this close to you, “ you smooth your hips over and over his, letting his hard member get as close to the apex between your legs as possible without real penetration. “Huh, big boy.” You mean that as an end to the sentence, but can't help but moan instead.
His hands gripped your hips tighter, applying pressure to give you an idea of the kind of restraint he's grasping onto. There is more to him afterall...
Both of you get caught up in the motions, spending what seems like an eternity, letting your hands roam all over each other's bodies, your lips toying with kissing but always leaving him wanting more. Neither of you notice that a more than couple of songs have gone by since he first cupped you into his lap.
You try your best to direct your hips to brush over his more than anything, but more often than not, you're pretty much riding his thigh. You could tell he's holding onto his composure with everything he has by how tense his muscle feel even though his clothes. He lets you practically take off his jacket as you brace yourself against his shoulders and firm chest. And, surprisingly, he seems to have no problems with it. You also have no problems with his calloused yet gentle hands cupping your breasts or gripping your ass, depending on how he alternates between them both.
You roll your hips across his member that's padding and protected by the clothing the two of you still have on. The pleasure you feel sparks your body alive with goosebumps, a tingle all the way down to your toes, feeling so close to euphoria. All of this and he's not even penetrating you. All you could imagine is how much real attention he would give to you, and he really is big underneath you, maybe the biggest yet most devoted one you would ever get from someone at the club or outside of it.
Just when you felt on the precipice of coming undone, you hear a loud banging on the door. And remnants of what sounds like his friends shouting and then laughing on the other side. Of course, the security guard, Max, getting involved as well, you could only imagine either threatening to kick them or kick their asses.
Steve completely relaxed into the cushions, making you take note of his hair disheveled and his hands left supporting your back. You don't remember when but your hands are practically gripping the rim of the booth over him, as your faces are nose to nose. You were probably worse for wear, reminding yourself to check your make-up and hair before going back on the floor. You both are left to do more than start catching your breath.
It takes you a second to realize – the music's moved onto some obnoxious pop song at random. It further thrusts you out of the moment. Definitely not something that will get the most out of your remaining customers.
And, that thought brings you back to reality.
You were actually longer in here with him than your regulars. You probably gave your co-workers the wrong impression of what was going on. Your boss was gonna be pissed.
And, you want to fight this moment of having to go back to work. Because you actually had a nice time for once.
You try not to move as hastily as possible off of him, not enough to put him off from coming back at least. You take your time, managing to straighten out what little clothing you have on and finding a way to stand between his legs.
“Did I manage to help you,” you ask, in a soft tone, trying not to think of how wet you are between your legs and desperate you'll be by the time you get home to take a cold shower.
He stands to meet you as close as possible, his eyes never leaving your face. You breathe in what's left of his warm cologne in the room that feels quickly colder without his embrace. His hands reach into his pockets, and then his wallet. You almost don't want to accept, or look what he is going to offer. He unblinkingly pulls out a wad of cash.
“In more ways than one,” he mentions, softly.
All you could think of in that moment is how your hand is impossibly tiny in his, as he slips you almost double than what is in your heel. And, it almost scares you how little you care about the money you earned, and more about the possibility of never seeing him again.
Sneak peek of Part 2 (coming later this weekend): “No kissing,” you shake your head and try your hardest not to bite your lip. You don't want to make the wrong impression he has on you even worse. “is a rule of mine.”
Without missing a beat, but with a spark in those heavenly blue eyes you missed so much, his tongue darts between his teeth quickly, and he says, “How about eating, then?”
Imagine: you are gonna get freaaakay with giddy cheese and before you get to his weenor, he puts his playlist but it's all hamburger lady by throbbing gristle!! So you threaten to leave while he cries
