#i just wanna drink caipirinha with him

[allocnddits]

AZUL DA COR DO MAR yt22

summary: brazilian!reader x yuki. Your friends want you to get together with Yuki so they plan a whole trip just for you to see each other again. part 2

warnings: fingering, finger sucking, flirting, drinking, semi public.

wc: about 1.5 k

notes: writing for yuki even tho no one asked bc i love him. lmk if yall want a part two

When Kika asked you if you were up to play tour guide in your homecity for Pierre and his friends you really wanted to say no, but that was really not you. They were planing for their winter getaway to be more of a summer one, so what better than Brazil, where she had your guidance. If you were being honest with yourself, you only accepted because she said her boyfriend's ex-teammate would be there and she knew it. You had met Yuki a few months prior at the São Paulo GP, you went on a date and had been flirting through dm's ever since.

So you all met at the airport and drove straight to your family's beach house you would be staying at.

The day was fun, Pierre had rented a boat and you were making drinks all day till everyone was drunk enough to dance. Kika was brave enough to ask you to teach her how to dance funk. You would've hesitated if you hadn't had a few drinks but the alcohol in your body discarted all the second thoughts. Everyone watched as you first started to guide her hips and as soon as she got the rhythm you bent your body over her own, hands on her hips as you both started twerking.

You hadn't really seen all the eyes on you but Kika definelly did. When the song finished she pulled you back to the small litchen where you started making yourselves drinks, telling you how Yuki wouldn't take his eyes off you and how his jaw dropped at the way you danced. You denied it all, blushing at the idea that you could have that effect over him. She had just started telling you that Pierre can't take Yuki asking about you everytime when she saw him walk in.

"Vou ver se o meu namorado ainda consegue andar. E tu, vê lá quem é que está a chegar." Im gonna see if my boyfriend can still stand. And you, look who's coming over. She said, placing a straw in her drink and walking away.

"Te odeio!" I hate you

"Can I have a drink?" he asked increbly close to your ear as he came up behind you.

"Sure, what d'ya want"

"One of those with lemonade that you made earlier."

"Uma caipirinha" you explained, watching as he leaned back on the counter, his arms flexing in the process.

"Exactly, can I have one of those?" you nodded, gathering the ingredients and starting the drink. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” you giggled, turning away from the drink to look at him.

“The dancing, this bikini, how gorgeous you look when you tan. You’re driving me insane.”

“Am I now?” he nodded “then do something about it.” you teased and he pulled you closer my the waist, lips crashing into yours harshly. You could taste the vodka on him when you pushed your tongue past his lips but it was cut short by him pulling away. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off, Yuki, that’s just how we do things around here.” you explained when you saw his eyes widen.

“No, it’s fine, I just wasn’t prepared, c’mere” he pulled you back in as you threw your arms around his neck, this time he pushed his tongue in, showing he got the hang of it. His hands lowered to your ass, lifting you up to sit on the counter behind you. Your legs spread instantly, making him settle between them, his body now impossibly close to yours. After a couple of minutes you had to pull away before you did something stupid, your chin rested on his shoulder and his on yours.

“The sun is setting, don't you wanna get in the water one last time before we head back?”

“Only if you come with me.” you shook your head “you’re the only one that didn’t get in the water, come on”

“You have no idea what will happen with my hair if I wet it.”

“It’s just hair, cmon. If you don’t jump I’ll push you in.”

“Fine, let me just finish this drink first."

After your quick jump in the water you headed back to the shore. Everyone packed their things back in the cars so you could head to the house. You convinced them to let you drive since you were the least drunk and you managed to get everyone safely home. After everyone got settled in their rooms, you had dinner that you bought on the way there and played some pool. While everyone was outside you stayed in, cleaning and prepping some things for the other day.

“What the hell are you doing inside?” Yuki asked when he caught you in the kitchen.

“Baking bread”

“Bread? right now?”

“It’s for tomorrow, gotta have freshly baked bread in the morning for the full Brazil experience, just gotta make sure it’s ready for it. You like bread, right?”

“I’m not really allowed to eat it for majority of the year, so yeah”

“Great. I’m not a big fan, myself but apparently I’m good at making it.” you said, setting the dish aside and turning around to wash your hands

“And are you done yet?” he asked, watching as you walked around the kitchen. He just couldn’t get enough of you in those tiny little shorts, unbuttoned dress shirt showing your bikini and your natural hair up.

“Just cutting up some fruit for tomorrow, don’t wanna wake up hang over and still have to do this.”

“I could help” you nodded, handing him the knife you were using and shuffling to the side where you finished off your brazilian lemonade by pouring it in a jar and putting it in the fridge.

“You’re good at this, look at that, all your cubes are the same size.” he chuckled at your comment as you put the papaya cubes in a bowl, stealing some as he washed his hands. “so you just have hidden talents like this?” you asked, sat on the counter, head rested on the wall by your side as you sucked the remaining fruit off your fingers.

“I like cooking so it’s just practice.” he said as he walked over to grab the desk towel that rested beside you.

You hummed in response, still licking on the pad of your finger. “Come here. Try some, it’s really sweet.” you fed him a piece of the fruit and held them to his mouth. You watched carefully as your fingers went past his lips, you bit your own at the sight of him sucking them. He placed himself between your legs, finally popping your finger out of his mouth and kissing you. You kissed him back intensely, pulling him closer with your legs and your hands meeting the hair on the back of his head as his met your ass. Your tongue pushed into his mouth and he started guiding your hips back and forth against his own. His lips left yours to focus on your neck, first behind your ears, then under your jaw, and lower till he met your collarbones and going all the way back up.

“What are the chances you let me finger you right here?” he whispered against your ear as his hand cupped you through your shorts.

“Pretty high, I’d say” you smiled against the skin of his neck that was pressed to your face.

He wasted no time and started unbuttoning your shorts and snaking his hand inside them. Yuki smirked against your lips when he felt the wet spot on your bikini and circled it, making you buck your hips at his touch. His other hand pulled on the ties of your bikini that hanged on the sides of your shorts, making more room for his hand inside them. Yukis fingers touched you with nothing in the way now, spreading your lips to reach your clit, flicking it quite harshly before circling with the pads of his fingers.

Your mouth on his was nonstop, kisses so erotic you could hear the smacking and sliding of tongues, but it stopped when he penetrated you with two of his fingers. Your jaw dropped at how deep they were inside you and he smirked again, your reactions making him feel cockier. He started curling them up, hitting all the perfect spots inside you, his palm pressed against your clit giving you the slightest of friction. He caught your lips back in his, left hand going up your body and meeting your boob, kneading it ever so slightly. When Yuki realized your hips bucking into his palm he managed to use his thumb to stimulate you.

“Fuck, Yuki, so close, come on” you groaned making him shush you, not wanting people to come in and see you like this.

He sped up his fingers, feeling you start to clench around them but when he tweaked your nipple between his fingers you couldn’t take it. You came for him, bitting his shoulder to try muffling your sounds but a strangled moan escaped, making the person who was sleeping the the living room next to the kitchen turn in their sleep and start snoring. You giggled against his neck, feeling him smile against yours before stretching his neck to check who it was.

“It’s one of Pierre's friends. Don’t worry, he’s completely passed out.” he pulled his fingers out of you taking them to your mouth and making you lick them clean. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

“I get told often, yeah” you teased, before giving his thumb a quick lick. “So, i’ll be in my room, alone, if you wanna know. I’m done in the kitchen for tonight.” you slid off the counter and gave him a kiss before heading to your room.

#yuki tsunoda x reader #yt22 x reader #yuki tsunoda smut #yt22 smut #yuki tsunoda imagine #yt22 imagine #a writes #brazilian!reader #latina!reader

[elsaellaelys]

Mami

summary: JJ is in love with his brazilian girlfriend.

pairing: JJ Maybank x brazilian🇧🇷fem!reader

620 words

a/n: Clearly nothing of self projection in this, as you might notice. I just wanted to read something like that and who's better to write it than a latin? Let me know if you want a spanish reader fic too. <3

--★--

This is something JJ never thought that could happen to him, dating a beautiful latin girl, and being hopeless in love with her, now he considers himself the luckiest guy in the island.

JJ parked his motorcycle outside her house, a small house, but she made it feel like the total definition of home, with the roses and little wildflowers she spread along the tiny garden, the unmatched chairs around the thrifted table in the porch. He could hear the music loud even before coming in, it was Raça Negra sounding off in the speaker, he was able to tell after all the experience with Y/N's music, pagode right after she woke, Slipmami when she wanted to set a mood in bed and ride him all by herself, he is such a fool for her like that. Opening the front door lightly JJ perked through it, her silhouette was in the front of the stove, hips swaing to the sound of Cheia de Mania, it felt like his heart went up to his head, just like it always do everytime he sees her, hair clipped up, short skirt hanging loose, bikini straps showing at the waist line, top tied just in a simple bow and he remembered what he was there for, they were going to the beach, excitement flowing through his body for thinking about spending a whole day with his mulatta queen laying in the sun light, skin so tan looking oiled cause of the sunscreen.

"Hi mami." He knocked in the door after closing it, Y/N turned around, a bowl of pancake dough in her hands, a smile beginning to light her face.

"Hi! I'm making breakfast , its gonna be quick. I slept to much, but I just need to eat and we can go." she gabbled while walking around the kitchen, flipping a pancake, filling a cup with coffee, grabing a plate she stopped. "Do you wanna eat with me? I'm talking way to much, aren't I?"

He smiled rouding her waist with his arms, head resting against her shoulder, peppering kisses in her neck. "It's not like I don't like it, mami. I want a salt pancake, that ones you do with cheese and ham"

"What about coffee, American Boy?"

"A beer would be perfect." he grinned at her, she pushed him away with a disgusted expression.

"Eca! We do have to take some to the beach, but in the breakfast?!" she complained while flipping the pancake, she is the best when it becomes to drinks, caipirinhas, quentão, brazilian limonades, nobody could stay sober in a party if Y/N made the drinks "Whatever, they're in the... the... the thing you use to make things cold."

JJ laughed lightly, he understand how sometimes the words slip from her mind, how her vowels are too portuguese at some words, how her english goes to hell when he goes down on her and, fuck, how he loves that. "The fridge, you mean?" "Yes!" she smiled, setting the plates down.

Hot salt pancakes laying beautifully in front of them. Tá Vendo Aquela Lua starting on the speaker.

"Oh, Jay, you have to dance this one with me!" she begged, reaching his hands to bring him to the middle of the american style kitchen.

"But look at those pancakes." JJ whined.

"But. Look at my ass, wouldn't you like to hold it while I shake it?" he grunted, following her, holding her hips a little too low, her hands float to his shoulders as she swayd to the music rhythm, laughing when he longed the twirl just to take a look at her, singing to him, she didn't mind to translate it. She knew he understood. How they were meant to be, how she would do anything for him, how she wanted to stop right in that moment because anything, anybody and anywhere would feel better than that.

The coffee and the pancakes were getting cold, but their love was just warmer and warmer inside their hearts.

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic

[theshimadaslovers]

IBA - Inspired by Art

VERSION 2

Request by @azu21, this a version 2 of the IBA (a extra/bonus? Yeah?) First version called ONCE AGAIN.

Impatient

(18+ CONTENT)

(HANZO X FEM!READER)

Summary: Overwatch were celebrating after a succeed mission and everybody went to a fancy bar with poker, pool table, everything. It was a big party and you...take advantage to attack a old prey that always ran away. Hanzo Shimada.

Genre: Romance, funny, 18+, submissive.

Wsrning: Strong languages, provocation, 18+ (a little bit...lie).

Cassidy- In such a long time that we don't chill out like that...*Cole said holding the cigar on the lips ready to make the first shot on the pool table*

Lucio- Yeah! Drinking, laughing, playing, that's what I like! *He take a big sip on his caipirinha* They got caipirinha, bro! Fantastic!

Baptiste- *chuckle* Brazilians and the party fever, right?

Lucio- Hell yeah...the world is too black and white! We need to shake that up!

Genji- I think he's drunk.

Cass- Totally *laughs* Bingo... I got a ball. Hanzo, remember, if you lost the last shot...100 buck in my hands.

Hanzo- *smirk* Funny...

Mercy- *Get on the room* Boys? They're serving some hamburgers.

Genji- Oh yeah! That's my thing! *immediately get out the room*

Lucio- Hamburger?! Wait! I need two! *go after him*

Cass- *chuckle* Well, I'm starving, partner...I gonna need that burger.

Hanzo- I'll be practicing, I ate too much already. *laughs* Jean?

Baptiste- Yeah...is burguer, you know? Is not everyday. *He laughs also getting out leaving the door open*

*Hanzo stays practicing the pool game for a minute and outside, you were sitting with some of the girls*

Mei- I'm seriously! He just came to me and give a flower!

Brigitte- Ok, maybe Junkrat is not that bad! *chuckle* That was cute!

Phara- You girls talking about men are soooooo boring! *laughs*

Satya- We do not want to talk about boobs, Phara. *everybody laughs* This is a conversation between you and Tracer.

Tracer- Yeah, we should try that! *laughs*

Phara- Ok ok! But yes, Junkrat is not THAT bad...but looks like a psychopath.

Mei- Don't say that, Fareeha!

Brigitte- By the way! Y/n...are you interesting in someone?

You- *chuckle* Yeah...have a while.

Tracer- No way! Really?! Where? Who? When?!

You- Shimada...*smiled taking a sip on the drink*

Phara- Wait! Hanzo, right?

You- How do you know?

Phara- You always try to talk to him and he ran away! *laughs* I never thought that he's a shy man.

Satya- Hanzo? Uh, good lucky.

You- I know, he's a hard one! But makes sense.

Tracer- Yeah, he's life wasn't easy at all. Is he virgin?

Mei- Lena!

Tracer- What?!

Brigitte- Well, he's at the games room now...*smirk pointing to the door* You should do that quickly. Just do it!

Phara- With that dress? You wanna kill the man! *laughs* Look st her, girl! She's hot!

You- You know what? I'm done waiting *you get up* My alcohol is high and! I'm impatient with him! Enough of games.

Mei- Yes! Attack him!

Satya- Make the man beg on his knees.

You- I'll try my best. I'm feeling great!

*While you walk to the game room, the girls get excited cheering for you at the table*

*Hanzo was looking at the table thinking of a next move on the game. You lean against the doorframe while holding the drink, you watch him with that outfit...oh my, when he wears formal clothes! And he cut his hair, making even more attractive; the forearm showing with his tattoo, a Rolex on the wrist and gloves. What is that man? So beautiful and sexy.*

You- Hard to play alone?

Hanzo- *Look at you suprised and smirk* Ah...! No! Actually, I'm...practicing. *He back the eyes on the table but put the eyes on you again, now seeing your wearing; fitted dress with side cutouts on the both side of the legs, your thighs were a weak to him* Oh...

You- What? *You slowly enter the room*

Hanzo- Nothing! I...! I was seeing you dress...is pretty.

You- You like it? *You close the door making him feel more nervous*

Hanzo- Ye-yeah... is very pretty on you.

*You lock the door and he looked away feeling extremely nervous. You could see his red face, he couldn't handle himself close to you. You sit on the table with one leg, showing the whole tigh*

You- I want to see you playing.

Hanzo- I'm...not that good! *he laughs*

You- So...*you put the drink down* You're not busy?

Hanzo- No...?

*You stand up with a lip smile approaching him slowly*

You- This time, Hanzo...I'm not letting you go. *More you approaches, more he move away* Are you scared of me?

Hanzo- No...! *Yes*

*You grab his tie gently pulling him to you while walking backwards to the table sitting on; you pull him much closer to you*

You- Do something, Shimada...*You slowly open your legs letting him stay I'm between* I know you want to try.

Hanzo- M-my apologizes...! I don't think we...! *You grab a drink that actually was from Cassidy, you smelled and was a pure whiskey* Y/n...?

You- I think you need to loosen up a bit *you give him the glass* You're too nervous.

Hanzo- Bu-but...! *You take your finger to his lips*

You- You trust me?

Hanzo- *sighs* I...I do.

You- So why you're so afraid?

Hanzo- I'm unsure of that, y/n...

You- Unsure? Why?

Hanzo- We work together, right? This is...professional.

You- But right now we're in a party...there's nothing professional here.

Hanzo- But still in Overwatch's presence.

You- Are you scared of them?

Hanzo- I'm scared to something happen to you.

*You look at him for a sec...that was damn cute*

You- But you only care like that?

Hanzo- What you mean?

You- *smirk shrugging shoulders* Ah...well, we're friends... you're not scared if something happens to me anyway?

Hanzo- Of course I do! But relationships make everything harder.

*He wasn't wrong; have a significant other in the middle of a war makes everything harder, indeed. But...and now?*

You- Yeah...you're right. *You fix his tie and sighs a little disappointed* I'm sorry...I drank too much.

Hanzo- You like me, I can see that... *He hold your hands, still nervous, you could feel his hands sweat* I like you too, y/n...a lot. I could give you the world, peace, anything you want and need. But...I'm a mess.

You- It's ok be a mess *you smiled pulling his closer again and wrap your legs around his waist* I'm not perfect either.

Hanzo- *blush and chuckle trying not to invade your too much of your body* I don't think I could do that.

You- What?

Hanzo- Date.

You- Why's that? *You play with his hair In front of his face*

Hanzo- I...I don't know nothing about it.

You- I can teach you...actually, we learn together. Haven't you kissed before?

Hanzo- Never...is so embarrassing...! *He hide his face on his hands in frustration*

You- It's ok...Han, look at me. *you hold his hands* It's ok. I kissed like...three times. That doesn't prove how mature we are.

Hanzo- Is just... I don't know, doesn't suit me. Dating, kisses...*he struggles* Sex and etc.

You- *laughs* Suit? Love doesn't "suit" someone, dummy... It just happens. We lived a life with only one purpose; obey and make your father accept you. Did you ever lived, Han?

Hanzo- I only survive and serve Shimada as I should.

You- Your mother didn't teach you nothing about love?

Hanzo- My...my mom? *He reacts surprised, you always cared about his mother even never ever met her* My mother...she...yes, she taught us a few things about it. My father used to say that is useless...he wasn't a bad man, it was just business.

You- You grow up like him and Genji like your mother. *Now you hold his face caressing* You got to open up, Han...to stop being so lonely and sad.

Hanzo- My future Is write with my brother's blood, y/n... I'm under redemption.

You- I thought you have forgiven yourself.

Hanzo- Is...a hard path.

You- Yes, it is. You didn't let Zenyatta help you *smiles*

Hanzo- I won't take lessons from a omnic!

You- You only care about his metallic appearance? *You voice became cold*

Hanzo- He's a robot...

You- With soul, conscious and...dreams. Like us.

Hanzo- Honestly? I do prefer you to guide me.

You- Me? *laughs in suprise* Why? I'm no monk!

Hanzo- But you're a wise woman *now his hands finally rest over your thighs* And you make me...peaceful. And I like you.

You- Oh, Hanzo...*laughs blushing* You're finally opening up!

Hanzo- I have no escape *he laugh looking at the locked door* Do I?

You- No. Never. *You smile holding his face again* Is funny how you used to run away from me.

Hanzo- I had escape so...my body always act with panic around you *laughs* Still does. I feel nervous, you're a amazing woman...beautiful, strong, smart and so confident! What man resist you? I'm sure you have a lot of dating suggestions.

You- And I don't want any of them. I want you.

Hanzo- Why me? I murder my brother, I have a life full of disgrace.

You- But I'm seeing the Hanzo Shimada now, not the old one. You past dosen't matter anymore and it won't define who you are now. You changed, Han! You're new!

Hanzo- Not the man in the mirror. It looks the same.

You- You expect to change haircut and color? *both laughs* Mirror doesn't show inside. Does it?

Hanzo- No...*he chuckle looking away*

You- It won't change the outside. Appearance dosen't matter. Now... *you grant his tie again* Let's at least a little bit of fun.

Hanzo- *sighs and blush* I don't know how to this "fun"...

You- I'll start and you only...follow the rythm. *you kissed close to his lips*

*Hanzo looked at you for a sec, look down to your lips and moving to your exposed chest. He grab the glass of whiskey drinking in one sip, you laugh in suprise noticing that he was ready to try out*

*His hands slowly caress your thighs, feeling his breath heaviest and harder to control. He always liked your legs...his greastest weakness. You let him take his time, and you liked it...the slow sensation that makes you wish him more and more. It was just delicious. His hand went up to your waist pressing with his strong hands, for a man that uses a arrow and bow...got some firm fingers. That makes you release a small groan, what makes him look at you kind shocked..."I did that?", he thought with himself. It was pleasant to his ears. Slowly he explores your body, the body he always looked by accident, so attracted, is like a spell each time he looked. The body he always simp for. He tried to controlled his wishes; the wishes that didn't "suit" him, but when you start to untie his tie...oh boy*

Hanzo- Dammit...! *He steps away and you look at him confused* I can't!

You- But...it was going so well, Hanzo! I'm losing my patient...!

Hanzo- If...! If you want to have sex with someone, go outside and pick it! I can't! *He raise his voice in frustration*

*You looked down at him noticing the pants volume*

You- You get turned on and get scared of it?

Hanzo- No...! Yes! Ah fuck! *He sits in a chair, you get surprised by his curse word* I don't know...dosen't look me. Dosen't look right!

You- Right...I got a plan B.

Hanzo- What?

You- Come here.

Hanzo- ...Why? What are you doing? *he looked confused*

You- I said; come here.

*He stands up awkward and going to you again*

Hanzo- What...? *he saw you smiling*

You- Yeah... I have to be the bad girl, right?

Hanzo- Bad...? *He cleans throat, for some reason that turns him on more* Bad girl?

You- On your knee, Han... *He do it not understanding shit* Oh my god...you're a submissive.

Hanzo- Wait wait wait! *Before he stands up you put you leg on his shoulder* Well...ok.

You- *laughs* Hanzo... makes sense. Your whole life you've being obeying everyone. Ask me what I want...

Hanzo- *swallow dry* What you want? Tell me... *You felt surprised from the last words...he wanted it*

You- I want you to make me turned on...

*His mind key turned to another behave...he gets up holding both of your thights and pulling more against him making you shiver, cause you could feel his volume against your intimate. In a blink of a eye, you were turned on with success. He attack your neck, all the wishes he hold it back, now was time to release...because it was that what you demanded. His hands grab your waist positioning his thumbs on your groins. What a strong hand, uh? You hug him not holding yourself in rub over his volume, making both starts to exchange heavy breath and small groans. He help you, pulling you and now gluing you with his pelvis, also lift more your dress letting your whole bottom naked, only wearing a small lingerie (because of the tight dress) and your high heels. You rub yourself against his intimate starting to reach the maximus excitement, you grab his hair moaning close to his ear while he grab your ass helping you with the rubbing section*

Hanzo- What you want now...? *His breath voice invade your ear making you shivers and make a louder moan* Are you satisfied?

You- Aw please, make me come...! *you whining now make him shiver his whole body*

Hanzo- Fuck...! I need...! *He growls grinding teeth* I need to take it off...! It's so fucking uncomfortable...!

You- Do it...! Do it! *You immediately take your hands to his belt* I told you it was a good thing...! *you laughs while Hanzo grabbed other lost drink on the pool table and drinking it*

*One glass of whiskey and one glass of his left sake, that hits immediately.*

Hanzo- How I do that...? *He let you take his crushed genital out of his underwear, making him groans louder of relief* Ooh that's so good...! *he shivers feeling your touch on his hard dick*

You- Imagine...your dick being swallowed by a tight warm whole...! *You slowly starts to masturbate him*

Hanzo- Ah...! *He became whining curving his torso a little*

You- You want me to go faster? *You gently kiss his lips and he agreed* You've never touched yourself before?

Hanzo- Is...! Something...recently! *He tries to hold the loud moans stucked on his throat* Is something new...!

You- Bscause of...? *You smiles accelerating the movements*

Hanzo- You! Fuck...! *He looked down making him more blush and turned up* You make me so fucking horny...!

You- When was the first time?

Hanzo- When you literally sat on my lap... *He starts to gave up in holding the moans* I...! I had too...! Oh fuck...

You- Good to know... tell me more. *You smile starting to get satisfy*

Hanzo- Other times was just... fantasy...!

You- And how did you imagine me? *you laughed bitten your lips*

Hanzo- Oh fuck! *He felt the apex coming*

You- Tell me, Shimada *You were ready to torture him a little bit*

Hanzo- Just bouncing on my fucking...lap! Oh! Kuso...! *He gave a loud moan rolling his eyes and movement his hips on spams* Aww fuc...! Ah yeah...! *he smiled*

*The cum was in your whole dress, it would be hard to pretend but...who cares.*

You- *chuckles* You like it? *You started again, but his dick was to sensitive yet making his squirm and became whining* You need more?

Hanzo- I need...! I need you! Oh fuck! Wait...! Ah! *He grabbed your ass mistreating with his strong hands* Stop...! Wait! Ah! Again! *You could see tears on his eyes of so much pleasure* Aww...! Y/n!

You- Hmm? Said it again?

Hanzo- Y/n...! You did this to me...! *he chuckle* I'm fucking crying...

You- That's normal... *You hold his face finally given him his first kiss*

*Hanzo immediately understood how it works and insert his tongue to the kiss. His hands went to your thin lance panties literally ripping and throwing away. You smile between the kiss feeling he ready to introduce his cock on you, you helped him a little. Hanzo put the head first, what makes already gasp and you feel how rigid, pulsating and thick it was making you blush and groan a little*

Hanzo- Talk to me... *He looked down and hold you waist hard*

You- Fill me all... *You smile and he thrust everything making you scream and hug him tightly* AW! Fuck...! Yes! *He started to move making the whole table shake*

*Hanzo was full of pleasure, couldn't even speak and just moan loud. He didn't knew how good it was, his conscious was focus in the rhythm, only. Didn't take too long for you notice that he was ready to cum again, he slowed down that to take it off*

You- No... I said fill me!

*Hanzo smiled looking at your inserting everything on you again like a punch, making you scream again*

Hanzo- Would turn around for me right after? *He started to penetrate again, now slower and inserting every millicent of his dick inside of you, you shivers in every deep penetration*

You- Right...after...?! *You moan grabbing his arms tightly* Hanzo...!

Hanzo- *chuckle* You like me going deep, uh?

You- Aw shit...! Yeah!

*He accelerates the movements making open your mouth of pleasure, you could feel your eyey tearing. Fast, strong and deep penetrations. You could hear the moist noise and body colliding making you reach your top. You hugged him cumming, but he didn't stop there and you could only starts to whiny and cry*

You- HAN...! Oh God...! *You felt it coming again* Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!

*After you cumming again, he could feel your body totally stunned, he pick you up and turned you around laying you on the table what it was completely watered with your stick discharged of pleasure mixed with both cum. He penetrate now fitting his hands perfectly on your hip and pulling you against him every movement...fast, strong and deep. The table move shaked even more and you? Totally surrendered. Hanzo cum beautifully, he could hold it after you cum twice. It came...perfectly. The cum hit him in a way that makes him lose himself for a second.

Hanzo- ...! Oh fuck...! *He roll his eyes with his torso falling in your direction* Holy shit...! *he whinny with tearing eyes too*

*His legs are shaking and his body begging for a little more... he makes small movements inside you feeling his deliciously sensitive cock. He spasms again hitting a orgasm that was still holded, hitting him again to the paradise. You could only moan loud against the green table, feeling your pussy completely destroyed and soaked. He stayed there for one minute to take the breath again and get his conscious back*

Hanzo- Oh...*he chuckled tearing* What was that...?!

You- Aww...*You whiny and he step away* That was your first time...? Are you sure?

Hanzo- *laughs sitting down on the chair close there* Yeah...I trained a little bit.

You- I can't move...

Hanzo- I'm so sorry...*He gets up and helping you to stand up, pull down your dress* You're ok?

You- *You smiled all messed up feeling your legs weak* Is being a long time...

Hanzo- *He laughed blushing feeling proud of himself* A long time? *He put back the underwear and pants back*

You- Yeah...*You talk slowly like it was drunk* It has being a long time that I don't get fucked...

Hanzo- Yeah? *He smirk in front of you while you lean on the table* It was good?

You- *laughs* This is not you first time...it can't be. You fucking hold it...

Hanzo- Yeah, It wasn't easy. But I'm a trained man. *Laughs and hold your waist* Sorry about the panties.

You- I'm not gonna need that today...*You lean your forehead against his chest* Aw Hanzo...Fuck you, man.

Hanzo- *He laughs out loud* You're welcome and I already get fucked. Hey...*He hold your face making you look at him* I love you.

*You eyes wide open feelings everything shivers, but this time, it was happiness. He saw how surprised and in shock you were, he just chuckled giving you a sweet kiss on the lips*

You- I love you too...but how are we gonna look like that there?

Hanzo- Well...it's being...*he look at the clock on his wrist* Almost 2 hours in M.IA...They may know at this point.

*He helped you to fix your hair, make up and clean your dress. Both went out to the principal room and everything LITERALLY stop everything they were doing to look at you guys with a smile*

Hanzo-....The room wasn't soundproofed? *He whispers feeling his face burning*

You- ...*You looked at him* Wasn't?

Genji- MY BROTHER LOST HIS VIRGINITY!

*Everybody cheers with Genji and Hanzo only could hide his face with his hand, you couldn't stop laughing*

Ana- *laughing and approaches holding you both hands* I'm sorry, we could hear just a little bit, but don't be ashamed! We're more than sure that...it was...pleasant. *she smirk*

You- Ana...! *You blush hard and she laughs*

*You and Ana hear cheering from the boys and they were literally throwing him in the air*

Hanzo- STOP! Y/N! ANA! HELP!

Boys- One! Two! He's a big boy! One! two! He's a big boy!

Ana- *chuckles* Are you going to marry him?

You- Of course *smiles*

Ana- *She looks at your wet dress* He finished outside, right?

You- ....did what?

Ana- *Raise her eyebrows*

You- Ah...oh! *You laughed nervously*

Ana- Y/n! *She stay in shock*

You- If! If I get pregnant, I'll accept!

Ana- And he?

You- *sighs* He would definitely accept. He said that he loves me *smile and blush*

Ana- *sigh and smiles* Well...you both are adults. But if you get pregnant, marry!

You- *laughs* Okey dokey! *You look at Hanzo that still was being tortured by the fellas* Do we rescue him?

Ana- Noo...let them. *both laughs*

Brigitte- GIRL! *She ran on the high heels to you and others girls following her* TELL US EVERYTHING!

You- What...?! Everything?!

Ana- Huhu... ok, girls behave.

Mei- It was good? Let's make a girls night!

Tracer- How it was?! Is big?! Is good?! DID YOU CU-

Ana- Lena! *laughs* Let her breath!

You- I'm not gonna answer if he's big! *laughs* Stop it! And yes...I did. Three or four times...?

Tracer- FOUR TIMES?! *Brigitte he had mouth* HMMMM!!~

Niran- Did he make love or sex? *appears behind you*

You- What the hell you're doing here, Niran? *laughs*

Niran- Girls niiight ~

Brigitte- Let's go home NOW!

Mei- Girls night?

Angela- Girls night?! *on the back* Did someone said girls night?

Ana- Women night! Let's go! .

Art by: I tried so much to find... I swear :")

[supersuperbarry]

Richarlison 🇧🇷 smut

It’s it’s carnival season in Rio de Janeiro, you and your friend are getting ready for the night out some of y’all are taking shots while the other and fixing their make up and listening to music.

“Come on girls we don’t have time , the guys are going to be there in one hour” one of the girlfriends yelps

“Stop stressing “ you say taking a shot with you friends “we’re almost done “ one of the girls say fixin her make up

“Here ,take a shot “ you hand her

“ soo.. who’s coming ” one of the girls ask take while sipping her drink

“The usual group and maybe Richarlison” the room fills with giggles

“it was Long time sence you saw him” you friend teasing you,You smirke,Richarlison

You grow up together and had the same friend group.

He grow to play for Tottenham and Brazil.

You didn’t him for a long time

You friends acted as if you two dated , which you didn’t.

You two had your first kiss with each other in high school,

The boys teasing him for never kissing a girl and you being a good friend helped him with that , but that was a long time ago

The Carnival was in it fullest the drifter color light, music and people dancing.

you were at your usual place enjoying the carnival with you friends.

“We’re all the guys “ on of them pouting

“Stop complaining“ you tell her “let’s go dancing “ you take her by the arms and in to the dance floor.

A random guy taps you on the shoulder “Hi you wanna drink “ his gorgeous

“No is okey , I’m with my friend” you keep Dancing and he leave.

“I’m going for a smoke “ she says under the blasting music

“I’m coming with you and then we can by drinkings” you say and she nods

You got out side the and club in the smoking area. The club is nere a beach the sea filled the carnival lights

Your friend light her cigarette and you one

“ since when did you start smoking y/n”

“Richarlison!”your friend jumps and hugs him

He looks at you while hugs you friend

you stop on the cigarette.

He has browns tan and and surprised that his very built, it’s all the football training

He kiss you one your cheeks and hugs you.

He always had the most beautiful eyes

You simile

“You look good “ you tap on his arm

“Not as good as you” teasing you

You friend giggles “let’s go buy some drinks !“

Your friend takes you by the arm away from him.

You stand next to the bar , you couldn’t take your eyes off him and neither could he.

“Can I buy you a drink now” it’s the same guy from the dance floor

Sure !” you smile

While Richalison pointing at you and talking to his friend.

his probably wondering who that guy is you thought to yourself

You take a sip of your Caipirinha and take the guy to the dance floor and your start dancing.

Richalison couldn’t help him self to stair at you.

you always had him rapid around your finger

You body started to get wamer for the drinks and dancing,

Richalsn kept steering and you had the bold ides , you started to make out with guy your dancing with while steering at Richalison, His face quickly red while looks at you and tourning he’s head away.

You thank the guy and went to your friends table we’re Richalison is also sitting

“I’m going to the bathroom “ you tell them siping the water

Your all sweaty showing of somy cleavage , You bag behind the table you could easily ask you friends to hand it, You clime over Richalison showing of your curves

He touches your waits gently.

You fix your hair and lipgloss

You walk out and as you expected Richalison standing in front your.

“You need the bathroom too “

You ask teasing him.

He smirks “ you thinks your funny “ he puts his arm next to your face ,closing the gap between you two

You look up at him smiling touching his neck

“Your hair looks good, the World Cup loved it “ You keep playing with his neck

He didn’t answer just looking at you lips and then your eyes.

But you wouldn’t give it to him that easy , You escape his embrace walking to the dance floor.

He caches you behind hugging your body his face on your neck taking in your smell

“What are you doing “ you chuckle

You were actually just friends

You feel his getting hard , your heart beating. You alway had attraction to each other you didn’t se each other for long time.

You slowly started to dance , “fuck “ he say under his breath. You turn around facing him

“Only say that unless you want me “

Hi grip his hand around your waist.

Your arms around his neck. “your really hard” you whisper

He graps your hand taking to the back. He lift you up,

your legs around him ,you grab on to him.

“Let’s go to my place” his head resting on your neck, you immediately node. You push his face on your lips make out, biting his lips and moving your hips

He’s body feels amazing.

His hotel wasn’t to far from the bar. almost running to the hotel. you didn’t take your hands of him.

You rush in to the room out of breath

Throwing your self on him,

Kissing him hungry, him wrap his fingers around the frame of your neck, pushing you against the nearest wall.

You move though the hall to the king size bed.

Your legs are wrapped around the Brazilian as he hovers over you.

“Your my best friends” he say

“Do best friends don’t kiss like this ” he gives you a peck on your lips. You move closer to his ear “~i want to ride your face.” you giggle.

he takes off his shirt and jeans, remaining in his boxers,

taking off your clothes, soon leaving you naked in front of him,nearly ripping the materials because

“Your to much “ he aggressively took of his boxers. His fingers pulling your underwear down your thighs, taking his hand letting your roam underneath you, the contact with his eyes , making him touch you, your other hand found its way on your bare chest, twisting and turning the sensitive skin in an attempt to make yourself wetter.

making circles around your clit, you finally felt relaxed, giving into the pleasure from teasing each other all night.

you moaned his name, his rapid movements in and out of you, you soon felt a slap on the side of your ass and you yelped surprised by the sudden contact.

He’s takes a harsh grip of your hips as he takes a faster pace making your moans get louder. He gives you a small smirk, kisses you to stop quieten your moans.

#fotboll #richalison #Neymar #smut #Richalisonsmut #fanfic

[piratadelamor]

today we're gonna talk about HEITOR SANTANA because he's literally THE ideal man and no one talks about it

first of all just look at his character stats page. his current worry is that he really wants to adopt a puppy. that's so sweet. this guy is 6'8" and i bet he'd speak to his puppy with a baby voice and cuddle him to sleep. also his favorite drink is caipirinha just like any good brazilian..... i'm just obsessed with his energy. brazilians cmon i know you're with me!!!!! i wanna go to a barbecue with him

second of all: HE'S A ROMANTIC......... the best of them... the last of them maybe...that's a lie actually it's him and tanaka. they should meet and become friends fr i think their energy match. but anyway, heitor and nice make such a beautiful couple i love them so much... their marriage proposal was SOOOOOO 😍❤ nice was amazing...and when we see them watching hinata's match with their kids AND a dog?? the puppy he finally adopted?????? sorry i just KNOW he's a malewife and he's living his dream i love this family so much

LOOK!!!!! they're SUCH a beautiful and happy couple i love them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! u look at them and u instantly believe in love again!!!!!!

ok third have you SEEN his arms......... unbelievable

honestly.................................... why isn't anyone taking about him he's literally the hottest man in haikyuu EXCUSE me.

anyway i would marry him without thinking twice about it i just think he's THE man. he's hot and he loves dogs kids his wife and a good drink what else could i ever ask for in a man???/??? girl let's get our priorities straight and stan heitor satana from now on thank you

#i'm so bored please validate my taste in men and my effort in wasting my time. thanks #hq!! #haikyuu!! #heitor santana #bea talks

[refusetogonumb]

“Have the English girls replied yet?”

“Yeah, they said they’d let me know what they’re doing after dinner but I don’t think they’ll wanna hang out. I think I might just take my book to the bar and get drunk while reading.” After 4 days of partying with random people I actually thought I was gonna have a boring night. And then I heard the bedroom door opening. Because the next room’s door was so loud I was never sure if it was mine or not. But this time it was.

This hippie white guy comes in. We say hi and the first thing he replies is “oh good, you guys speak English”. Of course that’s what he’d say because a North American would never bother to learn a second language. Gosh, I hate them. But hostel life puts me in the mood to make new friends and, to be honest, I had no one else to talk to since Maria was leaving.

He was from Texas and he had long blonde hair (or I thought so). He wore a lot of bracelets and a necklace. Such a hippie. Probably why Maria thought I’d like him. I think she thinks I’d like any long haired man. Anyway, he was saying how much he loved Paris while Maria trash talked the city and I said that I hadn’t lost my enchantment for it yet. She told me to invite him for a drink since I had nothing better to do, but I think she just wanted to find me a date since I hadn’t. I think at this point I had become the one friend whose love life is actually just a source of entertainment for the rest of the group. I did invite him. We exchanged instagrams and I said I’d tell him which bar I’d chosen once so we could meet there.

When dropping Maria off at her stop she told me “kiss the Texas guy”. I said “if he’s nice maybe”. I think she wanted me to do something for the plot at least because I hadn’t served single girl life entertainment in a while, but I wasn’t really in the mood for it, although it is my duty apparently.

I went to about 3 bars looking for one that had cocktails on happy hour. I would not have had to look this hard in Paris. A waitress from the second one told me to go to the Shamrock. Had she not said that I would’ve quit before because it was one the last ones, but they did have cocktails on happy hour, y compris caipirinha. So I stayed.

I texted Connor and stalked him a little bit. Wtf was CJ? My mom called me crying because she had broken up with her boyfriend so I picked up because I thought he was still going to take a while to unpack and shower and etc. He appeared behind me within a minute with a big smile saying he was sitting just behind me in the same bar. I told him I was on the phone and he looked like he felt so guilty for interrupting. I felt bad. I told my mom my friend had arrived and that I had to go.

I sat on his table and one of the first things he said was that it was crazy we had gone to the same bar. It didn’t feel that crazy to me then but now it does. I very quickly started debating if it was really a good idea to invite this guy because what if he was a bore? What if he started a whole pretentious hippie conversation about nature or whatever? I already hate most people, it would probably not be too hard to hate him too. I always just assume I’ll hate everyone and then they have to prove me wrong. And it would be hard to leave because it was just me and him. All those thoughts came to and left my brain quite quickly, though.

He told me his first major was film and then he changed to English because he writes poetry. I thought again “he‘ll get annoying soon”. But he didn’t. We started talking about the films we liked and he asked me if I had seen Before Sunrise. I tried to show him my others screen saver, a picture of Jesse and Celine, but it wouldn’t work. At least he had good taste in films. At this point I stopped worrying that I’d hate him.

He asked if that was my natural hair color. That’s when I realized he was a ginger, not a blonde, so I couldn’t lie to him. He said it wasn’t his either but now he was the one lying. I wondered if he was one of those people that tell small lies and quickly admit they’re lying. I never understood that type of humor. That would have made me dislike him.

We talked about fate at one point. I said I had a hard time believing in fate because, even though I believe that everything that has happened to me so far was meant to happen, I don’t want to believe that the people who live in misery live that way because it is their fate. I had thought about this many times but had never said it to anyone. I always imagined having this conversation but had never met a person with whom I would. This was the moment I first thought “okay, I think I have a connection with this guy”.

We listed countries so the other one would have to name the capitals and he knew everything. How the hell is he American? He told me spoke Latin and Spanish and I found it easier to believe in the Latin than the Spanish. All North American idiots that took 2 years of high school Spanish believe they can speak it but won’t go past buenos dias mami. He assured me he actually could speak and I asked him if he had the disgusting anglophone accent while speaking another language. She said something in Spanish and he really didn’t. I was still finding it hard to believe. I think this only shows how much I make up ideas in my mind and refuse to let go of them. This is probably the stupidest thing about me.

We were discussing French people and how they behave romantically. He said he had spent two nights with some French girl but she was weird and cold. I thought “god I bet he’s a slut putting on a romantic guy front”. I always assume the worst of people.

I don’t know when I first started thinking that he was interested in me but I knew when I was sure. And it was when I said I had had a situationship with a French guy and he very quickly asked “recently???” and I could hear the three question marks. We then talked about how French people don’t French kiss and how French kissing is very important and I was very happy to know he likes to use his tongue.

Flirting was fun but also it wasn’t pure flirting, it was smarter more subtle. Lately I had been flirting for sport, but this time I couldn’t even help it.

We had almost the same birthday. He loved the ocean too. He was four years younger and I actually didn’t even care. He liked cachaça. His last name was Tipton as in London Tipton. Hopefully I didn’t tell him that when I was a kid I wanted to move to Boston because that’s where that show took place and I actually thought it was shot there and I was in love with Cody so I’d get to meet him. Kids are so dumb.

I invited him to go the beach the next day and he said we should go that same night. I said yes but then I thought I didn’t wanna have to wash my hair twice the same day. Later I started thinking I actually wanted to go just to spend more time with him and whatever if I had to wash my hair ten times. But I didn’t dare to mention it again because I was afraid he’d change his mind but he still brought it up and we decided to go but to grab dinner first.

We had dinner. He sang Eminem. I am now scarred for life. He bought us a bottle. We went to hostel to change and took off.

It was during that dinner that I was sure not only that we were gonna kiss but that we were going to spend my last days in marseille together. I knew I had found my summer love and I knew it wasn’t going to be just a hook up. I didn’t want to rush because he was special. The kiss had to be as perfect as the night was so far.

[atalho-s]

#shut up 😭😭 #those were the days #a cervejinha meu pai ❤️ #i just wanna drink caipirinha with him #tommy #tom holland

[natromanxoff]

19 - The Dynamic Duo V Montreux

Hello folks. I was sitting around twiddling my thumbs and I thought I would give the old hard drive a clean up, so before I dump a load of rubbish I thought I'd better answer these before I throw everything in the recycle bin. Let's start with a lady from New Jersey who goes by the name of Dorothy who gave me a very interesting offer for the next time I'm in New York. If you're reading this Dorothy, could you send Jacky your email address so I can reply to you. I've just opened up a "secret" Hotmail account so I can send replies without pestering the lovely Mrs Smith all the time, and to test it I went to the guestbook and picked a few names at random. Maybe I should reply to the irate drummer, but if I do that he'll just reply to me and the girls in the office will miss out on laughing at him as well. Staying with the skin bashers for a mo, Ron Hansen in Madison is a drummer, and said he liked my jokes and reckons Mr Irate uses three sticks, two in his hands and one up his arse (his words not mine). Would I be correct in saying your a Zep fan Ron? Today's question is, "What do you get if you cross a drummer with a roadie?" The answer is a stupid roadie.

Moving on, last time around I mentioned a drink which we consumed in Brazil, and the charming Sonia and Dina informed me it was called Caipirinha, and a pleasant little tipple it was to. Somewhere in Australia there is a lady called Karen who is listening to the Offspring CD non-stop, so I'm gonna have to try and answer her question as she has such great musical tastes, even though she wants to know the..........(flashing lights, fireworks, drum roll) Hoover Salesman Story. ARGHHHH. Its actually a very short tale, and I think it's quiet boring but it seems to have grown in stature over the years, and as always I'm gonna drag it out and start from the first skiing expedition that I ventured on with RT.

Having checked my trendy little biog mag, I reckon the year is 1980, and the dynamic duo are in Montreux putting the finishing touches to Fun in Space and we have a few days off before a tour starts in Zurich when Rog says, "Let's go skiing." He had skied a few times before and was ok at it, but I had never put a pair of skis on in my life. I said, "Lets go, but you ski and I'll just get pissed." He then went on about what a buzz it is and how I would love it, etc. As we were touring soon our American crew had to fly out, so I called up Jim Devenney and told him to come over a couple of days earlier cause we were gonna ski. Jim is a great skier and was on the first flight available and I picked him up at Geneva airport ready for some fun. That night we hit the town and have too many drinks and Rog goes off to bed semi early, while Jim and myself sat out on the jetty of Duckingham Palace with a ghetto blaster, Derek and Clive tapes, and a vat of wine singing disgusting songs at full blast, which must have echoed over to France. Suddenly we hear a French voice screaming at us and we have no idea what he was saying so we carried on goofing around, and the next thing I hear is a huge splash as Devenney falls in.

Let me assure you that a drunk trying to get a drunk out of Lake Geneva is not an easy task, but we succeed and head back to DP and retire to our rooms. I'd just got into bed when I hear a crash and go to investigate, only to find JD had gone in the wrong room and was trying to get into a baby's cot, and getting him out of there was harder than getting him of the lake.

Next day Roger, Dave Richards, his wife Collette, Jim and myself set off to Zermatt, and on arrival we stock up on skis, passes and other skiing paraphernalia (big words now!) Dinner, drinks and off to bed. Next morning we're up and ready to go, and thinking I'll never ski again after this I refuse to waste money on a ski suit, so I wear jeans. My second wrong move, the first was agreeing to go. The hotel owner wouldn't let us leave the hotel without first drinking a couple of Sambuccas, not my idea of a good breakfast, eggs, bacon, tea, toast and Italian liqueurs, but who are we to refuse. Next I've got to try and walk in those godamn boots, and we eventually arrive at the top of the Matterhorn.

The OK skiers, RT and Dave set off on their own, Collette begins a very slow trip down while JD tells me he'll stay and teach me. On go the skis, and down I go, flat on my arse. Up I get and I'm off, for all of about 2ft before I'm down again. This is not any fun. After a couple more tumbles my great mate Jim said, "If you're gonna f*** around I'm going." And thats the last I saw of him all day. Thanks pal. I'm standing there watching people ski and think, "It can't be that hard. If you stand like this, lean like that, you can ski." So I stand and lean in the correct positions and I'm away, screeching down a mountain with only one very small problem, I have no idea how to turn or stop, so as I'm flying past Collette, and she reckons I looked very worried, I yelled for some advice and all she said was, "DIVE." Sound advice, so thats what I do, and by now I'm getting wet. I wait for her and then we set off together, the blind leading the blind, with me diving at the slightest bit of speed or bend in the piste. A million years later we eventually reach the bottom of this awful slope and it's finally over. Wrong. Theres a T-bar to get on so we wait in line till it's our turn. You're supposed to put the bar just under your bum and it drags you up, but I'm 6ft and Collettes about 5ft 5in, so the bar was either in the middle of her back or around my knees, and no one told me not to sit on the f***ing thing and we bounced around for a while until we fell off. I'm now getting really pissed off with all this, "Get me a helicopter," I demanded from Collete. She told me they don't just send them, you have to be hurt. I replied with, "I'll break my f***ing arm but I've gotta get off this mountain." Realising I'm not getting a copter I light a ciggie and ponder.

We agree to split up and go with someone our own height, so I ended up with a great German guy who was really helpful. Once on the T-bar I can see that it goes way up and I would have to ski back down to base camp, and in case you've forgotten, I can't ski, so I said that I was gonna bail out, and jumped off. I then head of in a straight line to the cable car, skis on the shoulder and wading through 3ft of snow in a pair of very heavy and very cold jeans. What seemed like hours of wading I make civilisation and head to the bar for a triple strength coffee and a triple scotch while everyone gawked at me cause I looked like I had a shower fully clothed. Yeah, I wanna do this again.

Dinner that night was great fun for the others cause they got to take the piss out of me. Their day will come. The rest of the nights activities shall remain sealed away, but a good time was had by one and all. The tour went smoothly and I try and put Zermatt behind me, except Collette, still to this day, takes great delight in telling everyone about it, and everytime she says it she makes me look more and more pathetic.

The next winter appears and I'm at home and the phone rings, "CT, wanna go skiing?" To which my reply was nothing like, "Oh I'd love to you fabulous little drummer boy." I can't believe he talked me into it again, but this time we were gonna do things correctly and go to Aviemore in Scotland and take lessons, this was the saving factor in his plan. So once again we pile into the Range Rover and aim north. We split the driving (for a change) and had a good journey up through the snow covered mountains till we get to the resort. A usual night was on the cards, dinner, drinks and bed, then up bright and early for some lessons and a good day on the slopes. This time we've both got the correct outfits so we head off to where our little group of idiot skiers are. We're all standing in a line, with Rog and me at the end, and each person gets to snow-plough a few feet. These clowns have less idea than my first try, and it's also incredibly cold and we've now got icicles hanging off our hair. It's our turn and we both look like olympic champions, but the only thing wrong with getting it right the first time is that the instructor then turns his attentions back to the start of the line. Here I am once again standing on the top of a mountain, freezing cold with two 'things' stuck on the end of a pair of stupid boots, and I inform His Royal Highness that the next trip away involves sand and sun, no excuses, end of argument. RT agreed that this wasn't much fun and thought my idea worth considering.

We finally heard the two magic words, "Lunch Break." We're gone in search of some good HOT food and a nice beaujolais, and we found both. We also found that the hotel bar had an amazing selection of whisky, and we had to try as many as possible. We're now semi pissed and decide that as we're warm we might as well go back to this lesson even though we are very late, and the instructor looked at us and said, "Where have you two been?" Rog came back with "Trying lots of your wonderful scotch's." He was fine with that answer and we carried on trying to learn something, and would you believe by the end of the day I could actually turn and stop.

Back to the hotel for a nap before dinner. Over a very nice meal and a couple of little drinkettes we agree that it's far to cold here and we'll clear off the next day, so into the bar we go with our earlier mission of trying all the scotch's. We were sitting at a table chatting away and cracking jokes with each other and end up talking to the couple on the next table, swapping skiing stories, needless to say mine were very short, and having a bit of a laugh, when the woman said, "What do you two do for a living?" God knows why, but I said; "We're Hoover salesmen." At first they didn't believe us but we both started going on about the difference between domestic and industrial cleaners, uprights, backpack types, ones you pull along the floor. We went on about the different wattage, suction power, the amount of pressure on Axminsters and Wilton carpets, even a couple of car expressions like overhead this and thats. What the hell do we know about vacuum cleaners? But boy are we good at this. After about 30 mins of utter bullshit the subject finally changed and they wished us all the best with our door to door salesmanship and off they went to bed. We then had to reassure each other what we actually did for a living, had some more drinks and tried to work out how we knew so much about cleaners as both of us have spent most of our lives trying to stay well away from them. We spent the drive back to London having a good laugh about the one day we spent in a Scottish ski resort.

Well that's it folks, the story of a small company, R & C Taylor,..... Hoover Salesmen. I did learn to ski quite well, and whilst in Gstadd doing the Shove it album Spike flew out cause he fancied learning to ski, and the fool asked me to teach him. I wasn't much help because everytime he fell over I burst out laughing cause I kept seeing myself in Zermatt, and Spike looked just as worried and stupid as I did.

Before I go I noticed that Jacky had to get her boiler fixed and said for me not to make a comment, but little things like that spark me off and I remembered that when we were recording in the Townhouse Studios I had a little, no a big affair with the studio chef. Every three months Virgin would do a magazine for all their staff, written by all the heads of various departments, airlines, studios, video, shops, films, etc. and they would say what was going on with their particular section. Alan Douglas, who was chief engineer of all Virgin studios wrote who was recording where, and he wrote, "Queen are in studio 4, and Crystal, their main man is stoking the kitchen boiler." I thought that was hilarious, but Jane went ballistic. That's it for now.

Loadsa luv Crystal (Carpet cleaner to the stars)

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~Meet Me In The Hallway~

Chapter 28-Fern Gully

I was laying on the bottom part of Harry's stomach doing my best to distract him with a game I had made up called, "Between Two Ferns."

It basically consisted of me going over all his tattoos and telling him why I thought they were stupid. It started when we had first gotten to South America. The hours in my bed at home had been frenzied and apparently noisy, but the lights were off and I missed a few additions to Harry' s body. It should have been a game for me. Surely, I could play those memory cards that little kids do and try to write down all of the 50+ tattoos the gorgeous idiot had on his body. I had postulated their meaning one night, using my deep thinking wanna be a writer and have read too many classics brain to give full meaning to many of the pieces of art he had chosen. I had then come to find out many of them were just completely stupid. "Oh, I wanted to try my gun." "Zayn likes Pink Floyd, well that album, I think." "Oh, do you not like 'Pingu', love?" These were the deep well of meaning for his forever etchings I'd run into. When we had a whole hotel room with a big white bed to sleep in one night in Rio, I'd been loose lipped from caipirinhas and loose limbed from Harry and told him that my Favorite tattoo had been the 'might as well' tattoo he had covered up with the giant ferns. I'd been emboldened by the alcohol I was slowly learning to enjoy in his presence. He'd been imbibing it liberally and I'd pulled him off Ben Winston to take him to our room. Some part of me meant this very innocently, but the newer, louder part meant every filthy implication of putting him to bed. I also wanted to try something new. The elevator had been empty, and for once it was handsy Melly. "Baby." He'd snorted, "that tickles!" He'd sneezed while I wiggled my fingers over his newly obscured v lines. "Good, now you know how it feels!" I'd giggled like I was the receiver of the tickles and the door had opened and he made a run for the door of our room. He'd swiped himself in and tried to close me out. My first instinct was to fight my way in, like I would with my brother, but instead I used a tactic I had recently discovered. I stuck out my bottom lip a little and looked up at him through my lashes, "Baby," I added a touch of whine to my voice. It really made me want to roll my eyes at myself, but Harry turned to custard when I combined these moves. He pulled the door back open and linked our fingers, pulling. The momentum of the move propelled me into his body and the closing door meant magnetized lips. Harry walked backwards through the living area making the most direct line possible without eyes and while physically connected to someone by teeth and tongue. It felt sexy, but Harry was undeniably clumsy and drunk. I had thought about his flailing limbs and falling habits one day and remembered when Michael sprouted up during puberty. It was like he was unaware of where his body began and ended suddenly. My brother had grown out of this growth induced bumbling. Harry had not. I wonder if from the outside looked like a pinball game as we ricocheted off of sofas and walls to make it to the bedroom. From the inside, the focus was on one another and getting to the room with the softest horizontal surface. The back of Harry's knees hit the mattress and I'd pushed him down. His hat popped off his head and the light from the window hit the sweat on his cheekbones making them glow. The light also caught the points of his collarbones and the ridges of his ribs and even the tips of his hipbones. These points of interest caught my eye too, in wonderfully frustrating ways. I realized then that he was drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. I pinched his right fern. I really wanted to pinch his v lines, but I couldn't see them so well anymore. "Why the fuck did you get these, mate?" I soothed my finger over the now hidden words. I missed them. He shivered at the contact, but frowned at my words. "You don't like them, angel?" He grabbed at my hands and started to sit up. I stopped his motion and pushed him back down. "Are they supposed to be arrows pointing to your dick?" I ticked up an eyebrow. "Because everybody knows where that is. Can't miss it." I cupped him through the damp cloth of his boxers and found him more than half hard. He swallowed and tried to find something to say. I decided to continue to leave him speechless. "Do you just like to keep the accounts that keep track of your stupid tattoos—" "Heeey!" "Busy?" His skin was on fire beneath my fingertips, running a few degrees above the usual and I wanted to be brave. I bit my lip and decided to go with the bold spirit I was feeling. Teasing him with words was familiar and made me more comfortable teasing him with other tools. I'd just hooked my fingers under his swim trunks when he found his voice. "You really don't like them?" The little people pleaser pouted. "Well," I pulled his trunks down watching his glans pop free of his waistband and hit between the two fern leaves. "I miss the less obscured view of your v lines." I leaned down and licked one, until my face was right next to his bobbing dick. I licked down the other way and stopped just above his waiting shaft. It flexed towards me and he whined. "But if it's a map telling me where I should go..." And I licked his tip and he made a new sound I wanted to hear on repeat.

My boldness started to flag when I realized I wasn't sure what to do, so I stroked him in a way that had become familiar and looked at him beseechingly. "Just," he sucked in a breath. "Just put it in your mouth. You'll be amazing, Melody. Just," he bucked into my hands and I wrapped my lips around the tip. His head popped up to watch, "watch the teeth."

So I opened my mouth wider and pursed my open lips and went down until it was uncomfortable and came back up. A natural suction was created and Harry's neck got weak. "That's it, Angel!" So I repeated the motion, and he reached a hand down to where I was holding his base. He moved my hand with his, up and down while I sucked his tip shallowly. Out of curiosity I pulled off to watch him and I stroke over his cock. The foreskin would come up and swallow his flared head and go back down again. I licked his glans and then again when the jacket covered it. His hand was speeding up and he was panting with anticipation. I jerked my hand to get him to let me take back over and chased his prepuce up and down until his hand buried itself into my hair and he quietly humped my mouth. "Angel, Melody, you gotta..."

I opened my eyes wide. He sounded like he was really close, stumbling over his words.

"I'm gonna cum!" He pulled my mouth off by my hair and I loved the yank. He covered the ferns with thick white spurts and I was transfixed.  Condoms had kept me from coming into contact with his ejaculate. I ran my fingers through and lay my head on the top of his thigh before bringing some gathered fluid to my mouth. It was bitter, but not unpleasant. He whined watching me.

"Next time, don't stop me?" I asked, I was pretty sure boys liked that from being unwillingly adjacent to a lot of male voices for years. "Melody," he prayed a hallelujah and linked our fingers again over a fern. "Still not sure I like these, but they seem to work!" I pinched his right fern and he yelped out a laugh. After that, I'd lay on his lower stomach sometimes before during and/or after and give him my opinions on things like the word big-stupid, sparrows-love, and padlocks-did a five year old do that? I also liked to do it when he was feeling stressed. It distracted both of us from the unforgiving pace we were going at. It was crazy to be on this beast of a tour. The crowds, the dates-one right after another, with no breaks, the constant promo, and now the 1D boys were also recording an album. Most nights Harry did not make it back to our room until 4 am. He'd fall into bed and lack enough interest to fade into me. The Take Me Home tour had been constant and strained and even crazier than the current circuit we were making around world with the film crew and writing and recording and adding dates upon dates.

It did not seem to be as thoroughly exhausting though. It may have been that those were incremental changes. The boys weren't faced with nearly a year of traveling to start with. Also, they had been fresher then. Fresher faced and had not already made three back to back albums and two circumnavigation of the globe in three years. The excitement of their new lives, fame, and money could have staved off the exhaustion. It wasn't so new now. But the pace remained. And it remained relentless. I could see it on the face of all of the boys. Niall weathered it best, you could bottle his energy. Louis got snarkier, Liam alternated between drinking and exercising, and Zayn withdrew. But I saw the changes in Harry more. To be fair, we essentially lived together, like a roving band of gypsies and Harry and I shared our caravan. When he came in and literally timbered into bed, with few words and no cuddles, I worried a little. One night was worrisome, night after night was problematic. "Fuck!" Harry roared walking in one evening. It wasn't the emotion I missed from him, but any show of personality not on stage was appreciated. However, this was accompanied by a slung bottle of water I had to jump over. "Ahh!" I found myself stumbling and tripping over my own feet. "Shit, sorry Melly! Didn't see you." Ouch.

I let the fact that he saw me rarely go. He came over and pulled me up. I thought he'd hug me, but the waves of emotion radiating off of him were of the don’t touch me variety. I took a step back from him and crossed my arms. "What's up Harry?" I gave him a glance over. "They fucking added a video shoot during our off time!" He ranted and started to pace. "Off time, which we don't fucking get, ever, and I had plans, in LA for meetings, about, like, after. Dammit, I'm gonna look like a stupid kid or uninterested! Fucking managements gonna milk us dry and then let us fade to oblivion. Give us no time to get another career or make other connections." All of his thoughts made sense, I knew they were all frustrated with the scheduling and pace and were continually pushing for more creative control. I had never heard these specific frustrations from Harry though and wondered where they were coming from. I knew in our time apart he had had a whole life I was unaware of and that he met and became close to some important people. There was a time when I'm sure I would have known all about his new plans and hopes, but a lot of the time that we used to spend talking was now spent doing other things, and lately, with recording, even that wasn't happening. At least I got to hold him while he slept. Harry gave a big sniff and coughed before running out of steam and deflating onto the couch below him. The coughs intensified and I thought about that too, worried about that too. He was sick, a lot. He had nearly not made it to me last tour because of his weakened immune system. He needed a break, they all needed a break, but they were just over half way through and I had already heard there would be another tour on the heels of this one. I worried. Mostly for Harry, and the other boys, their health and life and careers. But I also worried about Harry and I. There were things I didn't know, that I should. We weren't talking enough, and our other modes of connection where being belayed by late nights, the need for sleep, and snotty noses. I made my way over to the couch and fitted myself behind his body. I tried to tell him everything with that move. Harry nuzzled into me and found his way to my lap like he'd loved since our first movie date that wasn't a date. My hand was going to his hair as he reached to bring it there. "I'm sorry, H. I know you are tired—" "Honestly Melly, at this point I miss tired. Um, i'm so far beyond it that.." he shook his head and I petted him. "If...." I wasn't sure how to tell him I'd take the cup from him. "Is it weird to tell you I'd be you for any length of time to give you rest?" He rolled onto his back then to look up at my face and his lips turned down and his eyes filled.   He caressed my face while he let his frustration leak from his eyes. "No, because then, um, then you would feel like this. And I'd never want that for you." I leaned down to kiss his sweet lips and scoffed when he turned his face. "Harry..." "No, like, you'll get sick, like last time, Angel, and I won't be able to take care of you. Because I'll be fucking gone, like always."

“Baby, is there anybody you can talk to about this? To fix it?” I was scared to ask.

He looked at me in a way I’d never seen. Harry usually looked at me like I was magic, or brilliant, or his. In this moment, he looked at me like I was simple, and not in a good way. “Melody, they don’t care. They only want to milk the cash cow. If I am burned out or washed up at 23, they don’t care. Only I care, or you, or my mom. Maybe close friends, or Jeff?’ There was a question there.

“Who’s Jeff?” I’d heard the name mentioned and seen him pop up in the google alert I’d set for Harry.

“Azoff.” he said, like it meant something. I was going to ask the other questions, I was. I knew that they were important and that there were things that we should say-puzzle pieces missing, but Harry had blown out a breath and settled himself into my lap. “Angel?”

I pulled my attention from where I was staring at his hand, he’d started to wear rings. It was laying on his thigh. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.” His hand cupped my chin.

“For what?” I placed my fingers over his to tangle them together.

“For just…” he closed his eyes. “For being here, for….listening, I guess.”

“Always, H.” I promised and squeezed his hand. “I’m still your best friend.”

His eyes were closed, and I could tell he was nodding off.

The next day, i went shopping with the girl’s, and they all giggled when I bought Harry a ring. Lottie doubted he would even wear it. But Lou, Lou seemed to know him almost as well as me.

“He’ll love it,” she inspected the square lettering-PEACE- “he could use it.” and I nodded along with her.

Harry held me against him when I gave it to him that night. “It’s perfect, Angel.” He slipped it on immediately and we both admired the way it looked against his skin, and then my own.

At the time, it was a sweet moment between us. My wish for him and a promise to be his resting place. I think it still means something to him, he still wears my ring.

I still wear a matching one.

It mattered. It matters, but now I think maybe it was a volley into no man’s land, a lost cause. I was a little child trying to stop a flood by sticking my finger in a dyke.

Because the only way to save us, was to sacrifice me.

 I don’t know who you are, but playlist anon-I love you!!!

#harry styles #Harry Styles fanfiction #Harry Styles fanfic #harry styles smut #mmith #meet me in the hallway #one direction #one direction fanfiction #chapter 28

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1.

Contrary to what Iwaizumi thought, you hadn't tripped because you were drunk.

In fact, you've only had one drink the whole night, and even as much of a light weight as you are, it wasn't enough to get you as fucked up as you appear.

You're not drunk. What you are is a klutz. And a nervous one at that.

And who could blame you, really? Ever since your friends had invited you to the game you'd been working yourself up into a frenzy. You'd spent hours wrangling your hair into what you hoped looked like a more sleek, mature style, and then spent time applying a full face of makeup.

All to spectate at a volleyball game.

Truthfully, you could barely even focus on the game. Save for the moments when a scored point drew your attention back to the court, your eyes repeatedly drifted to the sideline: to a head of spiky brown hair, to broad shoulders covered by a fitted black Team Japan polo, the sleeves of which barely fit around thick, toned arms.

You popped another stick of gum into the growing wad in your mouth--much to your friends' amusement--and tried not to get caught staring.

What were your friends even thinking, bringing you here? The last time they'd invited you to a game, Iwaizumi had immediately caught your attention across the court. You'd apparently not been subtle when asking your friends about him, and they'd set to work getting intel from their significant others on the team. Besides learning Iwaizumi's name and the fact that he was the national team's athletic trainer, you'd learned that he made a habit of stretching the players out and that he was, according to Komori, "super single."

You wondered if anyone would have volunteered this information if they knew how much you'd been creeping, you thought, as you watched yet another JNT clip online in the hopes of seeing Iwaizumi on the sidelines.

It was different watching him work for a whole game, talking to the players during technical timeouts, helping to reapply Ushijima's KT tape, checking Sakusa's wrists and guiding him through some stretches when they seemed to bother him. Even from here you could sense the strong, reliable presence he had, the reassuring vibes he gave the whole team.

You leaned over and asked your friend if she was sure Iwaizumi was joining you all at the club after the game. She laughed at the eager look on your face and said yes, told you not to worry.

"I'm not worried," you'd said, popping yet another stick of gum.

That was hours ago, by now. After you insisted on getting a picture with the Vabo-chan mascot, smiling wide and throwing up a silly peace sign, your group had made its way to the club. You opted for a caipirinha, since the taste of minty gum still lingered in your mouth anyway, and sat at a high table with some friends while the rest made their way to the dance floor.

Iwaizumi is dressed far more casually by the time he arrives, dark buttoned shirt over boot cut jeans and a military-style jacket. His eyes glance around until he sees Suna, Komori, and Issei waving him over and begins making his way over to your table. After daps with the guys he knew, he greeted the one friend of yours he'd met before, who raised her brows as she gestured to you and introduced you to Iwaizumi.

God, but he has nice teeth, you think as he smiles brightly at you. He moves to shake your hand, but you remember your friends' advice from earlier and decide to be brave. When he gets closer, instead of shaking his hand, you place one hand on his shoulder and move in to kiss his cheek in greeting. You hope it's smooth, like your friends promised it would be, and not weird or presumptuous or awkward like your brain is screaming at you. You hope Iwaizumi can't feel or see your hand shaking as you pull it away from his shoulder and force it onto your lap under the table. "It's nice to meet you," you say, swallowing as you pull back, trying not to think about how good he smells--like some mixture of patchouli and cedar.

He blinks at you a few times, resting his hand on the table. "You too," he says, and you immediately take a long sip of your drink, draining the rest of it and setting the glass down. "I'm about to go grab a drink, if you wanna come with and get a refill." He gestures to the empty glass.

For a moment you panic, glancing desperately at your friends, who look at you with wide eyes and make shooing motions at you. You look back at Iwaizumi, who gives you an expectant look, and nod, hopping off your seat.

You knew he was taller than you, objectively, but this is the first time you've been close enough to appreciate the eight or so inches he has on you as he leads the way through the crowd towards the bar. Occasionally he glances back to make sure you're still with him, but you're barely 5'5" with your boots on and sometimes the crowd swallows you easily. When this happens, Iwaizumi lightly grasps your elbow with one big, strong hand and guides you through the club until you're at the bar.

It takes a few minutes for the two of you to get the bartender's attention, after which Iwaizumi orders whiskey, "and whatever she's having," he says, taking out his wallet. You open your mouth to object, but he waves you off immediately, gesturing to the waiting bartender. You order a soda, to which Iwaizumi frowns as the bartender gets to work.

"You can get another drink if you want," he says, and you shake your head.

"I actually don't drink much," you tell him, recalling the way you'd passed on the tray of shots your friends had bought earlier. Iwaizumi nods but doesn't ask why, which you appreciate, and soon the bartender is setting your soda down on a napkin in front of you. You nod your thanks and take the glass.

You and Iwaizumi linger by the bar for a few minutes, not in any hurry to return to the group as you talk, as much as you can over the noise of the club, anyway. He asks how you met your friends who are now dating his friends, and you laugh and say that it's a long story.

Iwaizumi smiles, his glass pressing against his bottom lip.

"I've got time," he says, then drinks.

Sometimes he leans in to hear you better over the noise, until you're nearly talking directly into his ear and you can smell his cologne again. He tells you about how he's known Issei since high school, how he works with Suna and Komori, and you nod as if this is new information.

You're still only halfway through your explanation of how you came to know your friends when one of them bounds over to you, fresh off the dance floor. She greets you enthusiastically, getting the bartender's attention and ordering another shot as she introduces herself to Iwaizumi and side eyes you maybe a bit too obviously. You hope the look you give her conveys both your immediate panic and your begging her to not say anything, without being too obvious to Iwaizumi.

After downing her shot, your friend takes your hand, insisting you join her and her boyfriend for at least a few songs. You glance quickly between her and Iwaizumi, who's in the middle of getting another drink, wondering if you should ask him to join you. Before you can, you're being whisked away, and you look back at Iwaizumi, who laughs and lifts his glass in your direction before he disappears from your sight.

You've never been much of a dancer--at all--but you feel a bit braver with your friends nearby and hidden in a crowd. You can pick up a beat and move with it if you need to, and for once you decide to let yourself roll with it and have fun, somewhat hoping that Iwaizumi is watching.

The trip happens as you're returning to the table. It looks like some of your friends have left for the night, but a couple remain, and as you exit the dance floor you spot them with Iwaizumi, Issei, and Komori. Iwaizumi is sitting where you were before, laughing at something Issei says with one hand on his chest. He's got a good laugh, you think, making your way over.

Flushed and giddy as you are from dancing, you're sure that you probably do look drunk. But the only thing that trips you up is your own clumsy feet, your boots catching on the steps leading up to the seating area. You put your hands out to brace yourself, your body well practiced in minimizing fall damage, but instead of hitting the floor, they're caught by a pair of strong, sturdy arms.

"Whoa, careful there," Iwaizumi says, letting you cling to his arms as you right yourself and regain your balance. "Are you alright?"

You nod, staring up at his wide, sincere eyes. "I'll be fine. Just clumsy."

Iwaizumi's mouth twists in a frown. "Are you sure? I can take you home, if you're not feeling well."

You can feel your flush spreading to your ears. Truthfully, you're not feeling well, though probably not for the reasons Iwaizumi is thinking. You're not physically ill, not feeling dizzy or nauseous or anything like that, but you can feel your social battery rapidly depleting in this club setting, and more than anything you'd like to get home to your cats.

Still, you shake your head. "It feels like you just got here, I can't ask you to do that," you say, and Iwaizumi waves you off, already reaching for his jacket on the back of the chair and nodding towards Issei.

"You didn't ask," he says, putting one hand on your elbow again to guide you to the exit. "I offered."

Once you're out on the sidewalk, Iwaizumi offers to get you a taxi, but you tell him you'd been planning on walking since your place isn't terribly far. Iwaizumi nods, then asks which direction you're heading in. As you begin walking, Iwaizumi nudges your shoulder with his elbow, gesturing at you with his bent arm.

You glance up at him, confused for a moment until your eyes widen as you hold onto his arm with one hand. "Wouldn't want you falling again," he says with a chuckle.

Might be too late for that, your traitorous brain supplies.

During the walk back to your building, you resume your conversation from earlier, and he begins to tell you about his high school volleyball career and how he came to be the JNT's athletic trainer. At one point, he says something that makes you laugh unexpectedly, loud and bouncing off the nearby buildings before you can rein it in. You slap your free hand over your mouth to stifle your obnoxious laugh, glancing at Iwaizumi to gauge his reaction, but find him smiling down at the ground as he walks.

You reach the front of your building too soon for your liking. Iwaizumi walks you to the front entrance, letting you cling to his arm as you dig your keys out of your bag.

"Thank you for walking me home, Iwaizumi," you say, looking up at him and jingling your keys in your hand.

"Don't even worry about it," he tells you. "Are you good?" he asks as you let go of his arm, making a show of putting his hands out as if ready to catch you again. You pout, lightly smacking his arm with your fingertips as he laughs.

He's...very close, you realize, as you look up at him from under your lashes. You let your hand rest on his arm again.

"Did you want to come upstairs?" you ask him, so quiet your face heats with the thought of having to repeat yourself. Your hands are shaking, but you hope that your key jingling disguises that.

Iwaizumi blinks, locking eyes with you for one long, tense moment. "I shouldn't," he says, equally quiet. Your heart sinks into your stomach and you step back.

"Right, yeah, that's...of course," you say, continuing to fiddle with your keys as you look down at your shoes.

"But," he continues, and you glance back up at him. "Maybe next time? I still need to hear the end of your story."

Next time?

You nod.

"Sure. Next time."

Iwaizumi takes his phone out of his pocket, tapping it a few times and holding it out to you to enter your number. You send yourself a quick text, your phone pinging in your bag.

"Thank you again for walking me home," you say, handing his phone back and beginning to pick out the key fob that lets you into your building. "Text me when you make it home safely?"

Iwaizumi laughs at that, glancing at his phone screen before pocketing it. "Sure, I will. Good night." He rests a big, calloused hand on your shoulder for a moment, then lets it trail down to your elbow as he begins to walk away. Your eyes follow him down the walkway leading to your building. As he steps onto the sidewalk, he looks back at you one more time and waves before disappearing down the street.

You let yourself into your building, trudging past the elevator that only works half the time, and make your way upstairs. You barely get your shoes off before you flop back onto your bed, your cats already approaching you for an investigatory sniff.

You smack your palm into your forehead, cursing yourself for inviting him to your apartment. There were no signs that he thought of you that way. Not to mention, even though you'd logged a decent number of fantasy hours on him already, he only just met you tonight, and judging by the reaction he seemed to err on the side of old-fashioned. You worry about what he thinks of you, grabbing your phone and texting your group chat.

I'm worried he thinks im a slut now, you text your friends after explaining.

After a moment, you add: in a bad way. like not just in the dirty talk kinda way

You watch the messages from your friends roll in, a mix of reassurances and promises to fight Iwaizumi should the need arise. You're smiling and reading through your messages when a notification appears at the top of your screen.

You switch back over to your group chat, scrolling through all the new messages. Your eyelids drooping, you decide to read them all tomorrow. You plug your phone in, drag yourself to the bathroom to wash your makeup off, and flop back into bed.

Next time.

//end

#first meeting #sfw