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a/n - it’s 4 fucking am. i don’t know when to fucking stop
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the shop always smelled like green soap, black ink, and cigarettes.
not because anyone actually smoked inside anymore.
roman just carried the smell around with him.
you’d been sitting in the cracked leather chair by the front counter for almost an hour, legs crossed. one of the springs in the chair squeaked whenever you shifted as you lazily flipped through one of roman’s sketchbooks he always left lying around.
page after page.
animals, rendered with delicate precision.
landscapes, bleeding with memories of trips you’d taken together.
your profile drawn mid-laugh during that summer barbecue when you’d spilled soda down your shirt. your eyes captured perfectly beneath a dim streetlight at two in the morning outside a gas station. even just your hand wrapped around a coffee cup on some random tuesday morning he’d apparently memorized without ever saying a word.
then came cars, always muscle cars.
wildflowers pressed carefully between paper-thin sheets.
guns.
then you again.
this time sleeping, curled up on his couch last winter beneath three blankets because he kept turning the thermostat down “for art reasons.”
you just snorted, trying not to think too hard about how he knew where every freckle sat across your face.
or how he somehow remembered the exact way your nose crinkled whenever you laughed.
still flipping through the sketchbook, you found yourself reading all the little notes he’d scribbled in the margins.
one page simply read:
don’t text your ex.
underneath it, in different handwriting:
call angel.
you bit your lip.
he always called you that.
even when he was mad because you’d scared him.
even when he’d driven all the way to your apartment just to hug you after having a bad day.
roman’s voice drifted from the back room.
you snapped back into reality.
“hey, angel… whatcha doing?”
he stepped through the curtain, wiping black ink from his gloves.
you looked over at him, taking in his features.
his hair was pulled into a messy bun.
his shirt hung half unbuttoned.
his jeans rested low on his hips.
fuck.
he was your best friend, for christ’s sake.
why did you care what he looked like?
why did it make you so flustered that he’d drawn you so many times?
“looking through your sketches.”
you answered while still staring at him with wide, curious eyes.
“how long you been here?”
his gaze swept over you once.
“uhhh…” you glanced down at your phone. “about an hour or so…?”
roman’s eyes widened.
“an hour? angel, why didn’t you come say hi?” he smiled that stupid crooked smile he’d had since he was sixteen.
you shrugged, suddenly feeling like a scolded puppy.
“i was just waiting till you could do my tattoo” you smiled
roman's smile softened, that quiet warmth he only ever showed you lighting up his whole face. he took a step closer, still wiping ink off his fingers onto the hem of his shirt, like he always did.
"your tattoo," he repeated, voice low and teasing. "right. you're getting one today."
he leaned against the counter beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touched his biceps.
you swallowed hard, fuck.
the shop clock ticked softly behind him, a metronome counting down to something neither of you were naming yet.
his eyes flicked back to the sketchbook in your lap, the page open with you asleep on his couch, and for half a second? his expression did this thing. Like guilt wrapped in tenderness wrapped in something too fragile to name.
then it was gone.
"alright angel," roman said suddenly, pushing upright again with sudden energy; the kind artists get when they’re about to create something important. "c'mon back."
you followed roman into the back part of the store into his personal little studio that had a nice chair and didn’t smell like cigarettes
“take your shirt off.” he says setting up the tattoo station
the studio was quiet, bathed in soft amber light from the desk lamp roman always used, warm and focused, like a spotlight on something sacred.
you peeled off your oversized band tee without hesitation. it slid down your arms easily, revealing smooth skin dotted with old freckles and the faint outline of a shoulder strap tan line.
roman didn’t look right away, not immediately. he busied himself sterilizing tools: wiping surfaces with alcohol swabs, adjusting his machine’s settings. his back was to you as he worked, his messy bun slightly loosened now, and for a second it felt almost normal.
then he turned around.
and stopped.
just... stopped breathing for half a beat too long when his eyes landed on you standing there in just your bra and low-rise jeans, the dim light catching every curve like it had been painted just to highlight you today specifically somehow, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before,
i mean you two were bathed together when you were little
and he’s seen you in a bikini plenty of times.
so why was this different
his jaw flexed once before he cleared his throat quietly
“uh your.. uh.. your bra too.”
you nodded and unhooked the clasp on your back, sliding the lacy fabric down your shoulders.
roman watched every move you made,
how your hands moved, how you slid the fabric down trusting him go see you bare and naked.
he swallowed when your bra fell into your hands
he stared at your boobs for about 15 seconds before he realized he zoned out
the silence stretched, thick and electric, like the air before a storm. roman’s breath hitched again. just slightly. a tiny crack in his usual cool demeanor.
he wasn’t looking away fast enough, not to be polite, not to play it casual, but he wasn’t staring either. it was somewhere in between: frozen awareness, the kind where your brain short-circuits because holy shit she’s real, and this is happening right now.
you stood there completely bare from the waist up, skin pale with that one freckle just above your collarbone you always forgot about and roman?
roman suddenly remembered how much he liked drawing you last winter when you were asleep on his couch wrapped in blankets… but now seeing it all live?
it punched him right through every defense he ever built around affection that didn't come with words or explanations.
his fingers twitched at his sides as if unsure what they were supposed to do first: reach for gloves? adjust lighting? or maybe just... touch? but then reality snapped back into place, the professional artist mode kicking in like armor
you laid down in the chair pressing your front against the cold thin fabric that covered the leather chair, the cold hit your skin instantly, sharp and startling after the warmth of being clothed. you exhaled through your nose, shifting slightly as the thin fabric clung to your bare stomach.
roman finally moved.
he grabbed a folded black towel from the counter and gently draped it over you, not all the way covering you, just enough so that only his hands would touch exposed skin during prep. a small boundary. a quiet gesture of care.
the second you lifted your arms to tie your hair up, the towel slipped slightly, just enough for a sliver of bare skin to show along your side.
roman froze mid-reach, stencil paper crumpled in his gloved hand,
his cock hardened his jeans.
his breath caught again, harder this time, and suddenly all that careful professionalism? gone. shattered like glass underfoot.
in one swift motion, he pulled his gloves off and dropped the paper onto the table and closed the distance between you two before either of you could think about it twice.
he crouched beside the chair first, not kissing yet, but cupping your face with one warm hand as if asking permission without words
“stand up and turn around.” he said with a low stern voice
your pulse jumped at the command, low, steady, different, not angry or bossy like how he’d talk to clients who complained about pricing. this was roman, but a version of him you'd never really seen before.
you hesitated for only a heartbeat before sliding off the chair. the towel dropped completely as you turned around.
the studio air felt charged now, thick with something unspoken that had been building quietly between sketchbook pages and shared late-night drives home from diners
roman stood slowly behind you, close enough that his body heat reached your bare back
then his hands were on your hips, firm and careful, he guided you forward gently until both palms rested flat against the cool leather table. roman’s hands slid up your sides, slow, deliberate,
fingers tracing the curve of your ribs, the dip of your waist.
he didn’t speak again. didn’t need to.
every touch was quiet but loud in meaning, the way his thumbs brushed over old scars you never talked about, how one hand came around to rest just beneath your breast without pressure… like he was memorizing you by feel this time instead of through sketches, his hips grinding into your ass
then his lips found the back of your neck, a soft kiss first. just a whisper against skin.
another at the base where hair met shoulder
and then another lower, down along that sensitive spot between spine and muscle, and suddenly it wasn't just affection anymore
you shudder under his touch,
“r-roman? w-what are you doing?”
your voice came out breathless,
smaller than usual, like you’d forgotten how to speak in full sentences.
roman didn’t answer right away.
instead, he pressed another kiss, this time slower, more intentional, right where your neck met your shoulder. a spot that always made you shiver when anyone brushed it… and he knew. he knew things about you without ever being told
then his hands tightened slightly on your waist before sliding around front
one arm wrapped low across your stomach not pulling yet,but holding. Possessive? no… not quite. protective maybe? like he was anchoring himself to something real
and then his lips found the shell of your ear
“do you trust me angel?”
his voice was a whisper, rough, warm, trembling just slightly at the edges like he wasn’t as steady as he wanted to seem.
you nodded.
the quiet click of the button popping open echoed in the small studio.
roman’s fingers moved carefully, slow, like he was giving you every chance to say stop. to pull away. to laugh it off and go back to being just friends who tattoo each other and share fries after midnight
but you didn’t move.
you stayed still, heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it, and when his hands hooked into the waistband of your jeans, easing them down over your hips with deliberate gentleness…
a shiver ran through your whole body
not from cold
from this, from Roman touching you like this for real now instead of just drawing how soft your skin looked in lamplight
the sound of his belt clinking against the metal table leg broke the silence, soft, metallic.
roman didn’t rush. he kicked off his boots first, then shed everything else in one smooth motion, jeans pooling at his ankles, boxers following with quiet vulnerability
he pulled your panties down the a rough yank, he was trying to go slow but the way your ass hit the head of his cock made him groan
the groan ripped out of him, raw, involuntary, like he hadn’t meant to make a sound at all.
it was heat, it was pressure. the sudden contact sending electric shocks straight through his nerves because you were bare now too, and your skin against his…
roman’s hands flew back to your hips instantly, gripping hard, holding like you might vanish if he didn’t anchor himself
“come on angel, bend over, i wanna fuck you from the back”
his voice was low, urgent, and needy, it sent a jolt straight through you.
it wasn’t the roman who sketched quietly or argued about art theory. this his was a different version: rough at the edges, breathing unevenly like he’d been holding his breath for years
you obeyed without hesitation, turning fully toward the table now and bending forward slowly until your tits pressed into cool leather
the position exposed everything, the curve of your back, how perfectly round your ass looked under dim light, and before you could even steady yourself…
roman pushed into her with a hard thrust, it was deep, unrelenting and sudden, like he’d been waiting forever and couldn’t stand another second of not being inside you.
a gasp tore from your lips, not pain, but surprise, the stretch overwhelming in its intensity because roman wasn't small, the way your pussy clenched around him, tight, hot, perfect, made roman’s breath hitch in his throat.
a guttural sound escaped him this time, not quite a groan, not quite a curse, just pure animal reaction as his hips jerked forward on instinct
he didn’t pull out. didn’t slow down.
instead? he pushed deeper with another hard thrust, the chair creaking slightly beneath you both, and one of his hands slid up your spine before fisting gently into the hair at the nape of your neck
he pulled hard to make you moan
he said “i wanna hear you angel, i wanna hear everything i make you feel while im pounding into this tiny pussy”
the sharp tug on your hair arched your back perfectly, exposing every curve, tilting your head just right so his lips could find the sensitive spot behind your ear
and then he pounded.
no more hesitation. no softness now, just raw need unleashed after years of pretending this wasn’t simmering between sketchbook pages and late-night drives home
each thrust was deep, deliberate, his hips snapping forward with controlled force, and when you moaned? high-pitched and breathy like it slipped out without permission?
roman’s grip tightened in satisfaction
“again,” he growled against the shell of your ear. “louder.”
your moans came easier after that, spilling out in little gasps and broken whimpers with every hard thrust, because roman wasn’t playing nice.
when the next moan slipped free, a soft, desperate "oh god" he rewarded it by biting gently at your shoulder before driving into you even harder
roman’s other hand slid down from your hip to where your bodies joined, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves through slick heat
you gasped hard
“ro-roman, fuck, roman please”
the way you said his name broken, pleading, sent a shockwave straight through him.
roman’s thumb pressed firmer against your clit, rubbing slow circles at first, testing how sensitive you were, and when your whole body jerked and another gasp tore out of you?
he smiled wide
mean, cocky
so his thumb got bolder, faster circles now, firm and relentless,as his thrusts picked up pace
“you gonne come angel? you want me to let you come?” his voice came out rough and hard
you nodded fast
“please ro-roman, pl-please..”
the please shattered whatever last thread of control Roman had left.
his voice went dominant in a way you’d never heard before, all gravel and heat, and he didn’t make you beg twice
“come then,” he ordered, low and commanding right against your ear. “right now.”
and just like that, his thumb pressed down harder on your clit while his hips snapped forward with punishing force
no buildup. no warning.
just release.
your orgasm crashed over you instantly
a white-hot wave tearing through every nerve, and the sound? a choked cry mixed with his name as your body clenched around him wildly
roman didn’t pause.
the second your orgasm hit, he moved strong arms spinning you around before lifting you onto the chair like it weighed nothing
then he was on his knees in front of you, fast, hungry, and without hesitation, his mouth found your center
his tongue dragged through slick heat with a slow precision that made your back arch off the seat. no teasing at first. just pure devotion, licking deep and thorough like this was something sacred
meanwhile?
his hand wrapped around his own cock, the thick length still glistening from being inside you, and started pumping slowly… matching each stroke to another long swipe of his tongue
roman’s mouth was relentless, hot, wet, perfect, and the contrast between his soft tongue and your oversensitive nerves made every lick send jolts up your spine
you gripped his hair tight, not pushing, just holding, as if you needed an anchor in a world that had suddenly tilted
and god… he looked good like this. on his knees for you, eyes half-lidded with desire but focused only on pleasuring you further even though he was hard as steel and stroking himself slowly beside it all
his thumb brushed over the head of his cock absently, teasing more than anything, and when a low groan rumbled from him through where he still had lips sealed to your skin?
the vibration from his groan traveled straight through you, electric, and your thighs tensed around his head instinctively
roman didn’t pull back though.
no, he doubled down, sucking gently now where he’d just licked, before swirling his tongue in slow circles over that hypersensitive bundle of nerves
his free hand slid up your thigh, the one draped over his shoulder, and squeezed lightly. a grounding touch.
his other hand worked himself faster now, not desperate, but with increasing urgency like the taste and feel of you was driving him wild too
the room filled with quiet sounds, your shaky breathing, the slick noise of his mouth on you, the soft slap of his hand jerking himself off
roman was lost in it.
completely gone. All artist focus turned into pure, need, for your taste, for your reactions, for how tight and warm you’d been around him moments ago
he sucked hard on your clit and the second he sucked your entire body locked up
“fuck! roman ro, please im gonna come”
it was too much. too good. the orgasm you’d just had barely minutes ago still humming through your nerves, and now this? roman’s mouth on you like that?
you screamed his name, half-sob, half-moan, and your hips jerked forward off the chair
he held your clit between his lips and kept sucking, relentless as a storm, while two fingers suddenly slipped inside you without warning
and then? he curled them
the moment his fingers curled inside you, just right, hitting that spot, your vision whited out
a second orgasm ripped through you like lightning, fiercer than the first because it was unexpected and roman caused it
your back arched violently off the chair as your thighs clamped around his head, but he didn’t stopnot even when a broken sob tore from your throat
he kept sucking. kept curling those fingers.
pushing you higher. deeper. overwhelming every sense until all you could do was gasp and tremble under him
roman only stopped when he felt your body go completely limp,the kind of exhaustion that comes after being wrecked by pleasure
he slowly pulled his fingers out, then lifted his head to look at you
your chest rose and fell rapidly. your eyes were glassy. hair a mess from gripping it. lips parted. roman pressed one soft kiss to your inner thigh, gentle this time. before standing up fully again
his cock was still hard as ever though… throbbing with need after all that teasing himself while focusing on you
roman’s jaw clenched as he looked down at you, completely undone, breathless, his.
he was still painfully hard. the blood rushing south hadn’t cooled one bit, if anything, watching you come apart like that made him needier
but instead of climbing back on top right away…
he grabbed a clean rag from the counter and dampened it with water before kneeling again not to touch himself or demand anything but to gently wipe your thighs.
tender in a way only roman could be after being so rough
then he kissed your forehead softly
“you okay angel?”
he tucked his dick back into his boxers, completely ignoring his needs to take care of you
you nodded with heavy eyes
“i’ll be okay romey”
he kissed your forehead, and pulled your panties back up your legs
“you just lay there and i’ll get started on your tattoo okay? i’ll go slow”
he gave you a slow kiss on the lips
you laid back down on your stomach, closing your eyes for a few minutes before roman starts on your tattoo.
he whispers into your ear constantly
“i love you angel”
“you’re okay”
“you’re so pretty”
it felt right letting your bestfriend, take care of you.
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shy!kuru x extroverted!reader story information: Y/n Y/l/n is a very popular artist in LA who also models from time to time who is known for her loud and outgoing personality. she was born in new york and moved to los angeles when she was 19 for modeling and bought a studio apartment where her love for art sparked to life. She worked along side artists like xaviersobased on cover art and has built a strong connection with him and many others in the industry. cw: explicit content, sexual/sensual talk/action, cursing, talk of anxiety, mental health problems, jealousy, disgustingly fluffy scenes masterlist taglist
shy!kuru x extroverted!reader story information: Y/n Y/l/n is a very popular artist in LA who also models from time to time who is known for her loud and outgoing personality. she was born in new york and moved to los angeles when she was 19 for modeling and bought a studio apartment where her love for art sparked to life. She worked along side artists like xaviersobased on cover art and has built a strong connection with him and many others in the industry. cw: explicit content, sexual/sensual talk/action, cursing, talk of anxiety, mental health problems, jealousy, disgustingly fluffy scenes masterlist taglist
shy!kuru x extroverted!reader story information: Y/n Y/l/n is a very popular artist in LA who also models from time to time who is known for her loud and outgoing personality. she was born in new york and moved to los angeles when she was 19 for modeling and bought a studio apartment where her love for art sparked to life. She worked along side artists like xaviersobased on cover art and has built a strong connection with him and many others in the industry. cw: explicit content, sexual/sensual talk/action, cursing, talk of anxiety, mental health problems, jealousy, disgustingly fluffy scenes masterlist taglist
MY BOYFRIENDS A CRIMINAL! — Bf!nettspend x Gf!reader
information: After Gunners live, he drives recklessly to impress you and it ends up with him up in trouble with the cops. cw: illegal activities, intoxication, speeding, kissing masterlist taglist
Gunner tossed his phone onto the console next to him, the screen going black after he abruptly cut the live stream. He had spent the last twenty minutes carefully angling the camera, successfully keeping you completely out of the frame.
Now that the audience was gone, the quiet of the car settled between you. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face as he looked over.
“Alright, ma,” he drawled, his voice low and vibrating with mischief. “You ready to see how fast this baby can actually go?”
You let out a soft laugh, your chest tight with a mix of anticipation and the heavy, strong smoke lingering in the air. The haze slightly clouded your vision, making the streetlights outside bleed into long, neon streaks.
You knew this was incredibly stupid. You knew it was dangerous. But looking at the relaxed grip he had on the wheel and the fierce, protective spark in his eyes, you knew you trusted him with your life.
You leaned back and nodded, a quiet challenge in your voice. “Floor it.”
Gunner’s eyes darkened. He slowly licked his bottom lip, giving you one last lingering look to make sure you were serious before turning his attention back to the dark stretch of asphalt ahead.
He slammed his foot down on the gas.
The engine roared to life, a powerful, guttural sound that vibrated straight through the floorboards and into your bones. The sudden acceleration threw your body hard against the leather seat. A breathless chain of laughs escaped your throat as the world outside became a dizzying blur.
Gunner glanced over at you, his smirk widening into a genuine grin as he drank in the sound of your laughter.
He started weaving through the light traffic, making sharp, aggressive turns and swerving around slower cars. He was chasing the high-pitched squeals and gasps that left your lips, feeding off your energy.
The music blaring from the speakers pulsed through the car, the heavy bass matching the frantic rhythm of your heart and only heightening the rush in your veins.
At one point, you let your head fall back and closed your eyes. With the weed heavy in your bloodstream, the sensation of speed morphed; it didn't feel like you were driving anymore. It felt like you were strapped into a rocket ship, hurtling through space.
Suddenly, the car swerved violently. Gunner took a sharp turn, and the passenger-side wheels clipped the curb hard enough to make the whole vehicle bounce.
Your eyes flew open, your fingers instantly digging into the leather seat. You whipped your head toward him.
Gunner let out a throaty snort, completely unbothered. “We good, ma. Just a little—”
Before he could finish the sentence, the sharp, wailing shriek of a siren cut through the music.
Your heart instantly dropped into your stomach, the adrenaline rush turning ice-cold. Both of your heads turned slowly toward each other, the high evaporating in a split second.
“Fuck,” Gunner muttered, the single word hanging heavily in the smokey air as flashing red and blue lights illuminated the back windshield, casting harsh, rhythmic shadows over his face.
Hesitantly, Gunner began to slow the car down, pulling toward the shoulder.
“You know you could have lost them,” you whispered, your voice tight as you watched the patrol car close the distance behind you.
He shook his head, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “You want me to get booked for a felony chase, ma?”
You bit the edge of your thumb, taking a deep, shaky breath to settle the sudden fluttering in your chest. The police cruiser pulled up close behind, its headlights blinding in your side mirrors.
Feeling your anxiety, Gunner reached across the console. His bigger, warm hand closed over yours, squeezing tightly. “Hey. I got you. You ain't do nothing wrong, ma.”
You squeezed back, looking at his profile. “I’m not worried about me,” you said softly.
His bottom lip twitched upward in a faint, grateful smile, but he shook his head, signaling you to drop it and stay calm.
The heavy thud of a car door closing echoed from behind. A male officer approached the driver’s side, his flashlight beam cutting through the smoke-filled cabin. He tapped aggressively on the glass, signaling for Gunner to roll the window down.
Gunner complied, letting the window slide down with a slow, agonizing crawl.
“Do you know what I’m pulling you over for, son?” the officer asked, leaning down slightly.
Gunner didn't say a word. He just shrugged, his expression a mask of pure indifference.
The sheer audacity of it made you have to press your lips together to bite back a laugh.
“You were going 150 in an 80,” the officer pressed, his tone hardening as he stared down at him. “Does that sound familiar?”
Gunner huffed, looking straight ahead. “Doesn't ring a bell.”
You immediately turned your head toward the passenger window, half-amused by his stubbornness and half-annoyed that he was actively digging a deeper hole.
“License and registration,” the officer demanded, clearly done with the attitude.
You turned back to Gunner. He was already looking at you, a silent, brief look of warning passing through his eyes before he faced the cop again.
“See, I don't got my physical license on me,” Gunner said, his tone entirely too casual. “I got my permit, though.”
The officer’s fingers tapped a harsh, irritated rhythm against the doorframe. “You gotta be real fucking dumb to be driving around like that without a license on you.”
The condescending tone rubbed you entirely the wrong way. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned slightly toward the driver's side. “And you gotta be a real asshole to talk to someone like that.”
The officer paused, slowly ducking his head lower to peer across the seat and look at you properly. “What’d you say, sweetheart?” his voice dripped with patronizing authority.
Before he could get a proper look at you, Gunner shifted his weight, intentionally blocking the officer’s view of the passenger seat. “She ain't a part of this. Just give me the ticket, man.”
The officer stared at Gunner for a long, tense moment. He looked back over his shoulder at his partner, who was waiting by the cruiser, then turned back and tapped the heavy plastic of his flashlight against the door.
“Step out of the car for me,” the officer commanded. “We’re doing a vehicle search.”
Gunner let his head fall back against the headrest, a heavy, frustrated groan escaping his chest. “I don't got no weapons, man,” he tried to reason, his voice dropping into a tired, pleading drone.
“Based from the smell coming out of this car, you’re not only driving underage, but you’re doing it under the influence,” the officer countered, his hand already dropping to the handle. He popped the door open. “Step out of the car.”
Before the cop could even think about reaching in to grab him, Gunner swung his legs out and stood up, towering over the officer for a brief second before complying. The officer kept a firm grip on his shoulder, guiding Gunner back toward the cruiser and leaving him under the watchful eye of his partner.
A moment later, the driver’s side door of your car opened again, and the first cop reached across to unlock your door. He walked over, opened it, and gave you a firm, commanding nod. “You too, sweetheart. Out.”
You stepped onto the gravel, the cool night air hitting your skin and sending a sudden shiver through you. The officer guided you over to the front hood of the patrol car where Gunner was already waiting. You leaned your lower back against the warm metal, trying to look as unbothered as possible.
The second cop stepped up to question the two of you, pulling out a small notepad. Every question he threw your way was met with short, drippingly sarcastic answers. Your heart was pounding, but the lingering high gave you a shield of pure attitude.
“Where were you two heading in such a hurry?” the cop muttered, pen poised.
“Your mothers house,” you muttered under your breath, keeping your face completely blank.
Beside you, Gunner’s shoulder shook. He let out a sudden, sharp cough to mask the laugh bubbling up in his throat.
The officer stopped writing, his jaw tightening as he slowly pinched the bridge of his nose. The silence stretched, the cop's temper visibly running shorter and shorter the more you spoke. Finally, with a heavy, irritated sigh, he snapped his notebook shut. “Stay right here. Don’t move.”
He turned on his heel and walked back toward Gunner’s car to help with the search.
What felt like hours dragged by in agonizing, slow-motion minutes. The hum of the highway in the distance and the rhythmic, blinding flash of the cruiser’s lights became a dull, hypnotic blur. Beside you, Gunner’s foot tapped a rapid, frantic rhythm against the dirt. The attitude he’d carried earlier was slowly chipping away, the obvious anxiety of a looming arrest running hot through his veins.
Finally, the searching officer walked slowly back toward the hood of the patrol car. His eyes were narrowed, squinting at the two of you as if trying to read a secret written across your faces. He stopped right in front of you, looking between your tense expressions.
“Your car is clean,” the officer announced, though his tone was heavy with suspicion. He knew something was off, but his hands were tied. “Wait here.”
He turned and began walking back toward the driver’s side of his cruiser to run Gunner's information one last time.
The second the cop’s back was turned, Gunner’s eyes widened, and he whipped his head toward you in sheer, utter disbelief. He knew exactly what had been in that glove box.
You caught his frantic gaze and shot him a subtle wink.
“How did you...” he started to whisper, his voice cracking slightly.
You raised a single finger to your lips, giving him a warning look to hush.
A breathless, unbelieving huff of a laugh escaped Gunner’s lips. The tension in his shoulders melted away, replaced by a gaze so raw and full of adoration it made your chest ache. A slow, helpless smirk spread across his face.
“God, I love you,” he murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of relief and genuine awe.
You couldn't help but smile back, the warmth spreading through you — but the moment was brutally cut short.
The officer returned from his cruiser, and this time, the metallic clink of steel handcuffs dangled from his fingers. Before either of you could react, the officer stepped up, grabbed Gunner’s arm, and forcefully pulled his hands behind his back.
“Yo, what the fuck?!” Gunner yelled, his body tensing as he tried to pull away.
Your smile instantly vanished. You took a sharp step forward, your hands clenching. “What are you doing? You said the car was clean!”
“You’re currently being detained for reckless driving and operating a vehicle without a license,” the officer told him coldly, his knee pressing into Gunner's lower back to keep him still as he clicked the heavy metal cuffs around his wrists. “We’ll take you back to the station, and you can make a phone call from there.”
“That's bullshit!” you exclaimed, step for step matching the officer as he began to lead Gunner away.
The officer didn't even look at you, offering only a dismissive shrug. “Sorry, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be back home soon.”
The officer nudged Gunner forward, guiding him toward the rear door of the patrol car. Gunner groaned, his shoulders twisting awkwardly against the tight cuffs.
“Hol’ up, hol’ up,” Gunner grunted, digged his heels into the gravel and fighting back against the officer's forward momentum. He couldn't turn around fully, but his head was whipped back, his eyes locked onto yours with a sudden, desperate intensity.
You followed close behind, still cursing out the officer, your heart hammering against your ribs.
“Get in the car, kid,” the officer warned, his hand reaching for the top of Gunner's head to guide him into the cramped backseat.
“Let me kiss her first,” Gunner demanded, his voice cracking with a sudden, fierce urgency.
The officer paused. He looked at Gunner, looked at you, and let out a long, exhausted groan. He took his hands off Gunner's shoulders and took a step back, raising his hands in a gesture that said make it quick.
Gunner didn't waste a single second. He took a heavy step toward you, his chest nearly flush against yours.
With his hands bound behind his back, you instantly stepped into his space. You cupped his face between your hands, your fingers tangling in the soft, messy strands of his long, pinkish hair. You pulled him down, connecting your lips in a deep, chaotic, and desperately messy kiss.
Gunner let out a low, ragged groan into your mouth, his body subconsciously straining against the handcuffs as he tried to wrap his arms around you. The taste of him — smoky, sweet, and entirely familiar — flooded your senses. His tongue slid hungrily against yours, drinking you in as if he were trying to memorize the feeling to carry him through the night.
Before you were ready, a heavy hand clamped onto Gunner’s shoulder, pulling him back.
Your lips parted with a soft, reluctant pop, your mouth pouting slightly at the sudden loss of warmth. You immediately took another step forward, chasing him to press one last, lingering peck to his lips before the officer firmly guided him down and forced him into the back of the car. The heavy door slammed shut with a definitive, chilling thud.
The officer turned back to you, dusting off his hands. “You can drive the car?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded softly. “Yes.”
“Take it straight home. Go the speed limit. Don’t let me catch you around here again,” he ordered, before walking around to the driver's side and sliding into the cruiser.
You stood frozen on the shoulder of the dark road, crossing your arms tightly across your chest against the sudden chill. Through the heavily tinted glass of the patrol car’s rear window, your eyes locked onto Gunner’s.
Even through the dark glass, you could see the faint, incorrigible smirk on his face. He blew you a playful kiss, followed by a slow, reassuring wink.
The cruiser pulled out, its tires kicking up a small cloud of dust as it drove off into the night, the red and blue lights finally dying down to a distant, receding glow.
And just like that, you were standing completely alone on the quiet, empty street.
You let out a long, shaky breath you felt like you’d been holding for hours, the adrenaline finally beginning to fade. You walked back over to Gunner’s car, hopped into the driver’s seat, and shut the door, sealing yourself inside the warm, familiar cabin.
Reaching down, you slipped your hand down the front of your top and pulled the heavy, tightly wrapped baggie of weed out from where you’d tucked it safely inside your bra.
You looked down at it, a small, breathless laugh escaping your lips as you started the engine.
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When things ended with Nate, you left. You went far away, you went home. Though it didn’t feel like home, sure it was the place you grew up and made so many memories in but it wasn’t with him. Your life felt crumbled when things ended, it wasn’t natural, the universe doing its thing but it wasn’t wanted. You met Nate in your hometown, he was touring with his friend Hollis. You hadn’t heard of them, it was a complete coincidence. You were sat in a cafe, Hollis and Roman had to sit and listen to Nate talk about how pretty you were getting your work done across from them. They of course pushed Nate to ask for your number and he did. That was the start of it all.
You organized meeting Nate in person again when he was playing at a certain show, one that hit very close to home. The place where you and your family had grown up going to for vacation, again, coincidence. The show was already planned to be there, it lined up perfectly. You got to watch not only Nate perform but his best friends too. The moment may seem casual to some but for the two of you it was so intimate. He took you out on the beach, the two of you sat and talked for hours while his friends were at the hotel room and after that night the two of you had fallen for each other harder than you could imagine.
They of course had to leave soon after and get back to touring, you and Nate would facetime every night, the boys in the background causing a complete ruckus. They grew very fond of you as well, sliding into the back of the facetime call to ask when you were coming to see them perform again. You and Nate stayed up every night when they boys fell asleep, daydreaming about the next time you could see each other and without a doubt - that day came.
he flew you out to LA, showed you all of his favorite places. The whole trip was intimate in a way that was deeper than attraction to each other. You understand each other on the deepest level, you craved to know more about him and his life. After that trip the decision basically made itself, you moved in with him. Your relationship was a breath of fresh air, you both fell more and more in love each day. Even with the breakup, the love never ended. You yearned to reach out to each other, staring at the phone wondering if it was a good idea or not. Eventually, you both stopped reaching out, you both thought it was best for each other when it wasn’t. not even close.
You thought about him everyday, what you’d be doing if you were still with him in LA, if your relationship would’ve healed itself overtime. He thought the same too. He stopped hanging out with his friends, struggled to make music, struggled with everything because he didn’t have his girl by his side.
About a year after the breakup you returned to that exact beach, it was a planned family trip that you couldn’t back out of though you would if you could because the thought of being there without him made you ill. You tried to remind yourself that you made many memories before he’d come into your life, it was the same place you grew up around just with a new memory. You prepared yourself for weeks before the trip, countless breakdowns, therapy sessions with your friends, you even tried to look back at old photos but it still haunted you. The fact that he wasn’t yours and it seemed he never would be because the two of you weren’t in contact.
Before leaving for the beach, maybe two months prior, he released his first solo tour. You heard about it through your tiktok for you page but you scrolled past it, you were happy for him, beyond happy - but the selfish part of you hurt that you weren’t there to experience it with him. You didn’t know anything about the dates, where he was performing, nothing. You didn’t want to know, you didn’t want to know where he’d be, as far as you’re concerned he’s where he wants to be.
The power went out in your beach house one night, the wind from a storm was far too strong for the electricity. You decided you’d take a walk along the beach, you’d already had a rough day with the never ending amount of memories so you thought fresh air would be good. You were about a street down from where you and Nate sat on the beach, you took a chance on your emotions and made your way there. You sat on the steps, taking deep breaths in and out while replaying all the laughs and kisses you shared in this exact spot.
It was dark - dark enough out that the people who were also taking a walk had their flashlights on. You didn’t pay any attention to the people walking, you were too busy zoning out. Three tall boys walked past, you couldn’t make them out completely, you saw one of them point and the other pushing the one who had pointed at you. You didn’t pay much attention to their dialogue, you didn’t care, your immediate thought was they were making fun of you for sitting alone. They then flashed the light on their phone your way, their familiar outfits and long hair catching your eye. You thought you were seeing things, what were the odds? Nate being back in the spot you saw each other again was insane. You knew he was busy with his career. You quickly stood up and walked away, headed back to your house. “Dude fucking go!” The deep voice yelled, you knew that voice. That was one of the voices you heard in the background of your facetime call with Nate. It was Hollis.
You started walking faster, tears filled your eyes as your mind filled with thoughts, what would you say? why was he here? You concerned yourself with the thought of let down, maybe he was just in the area. It wasn’t your beach, it was a public place. Your relationship with him started off of coincidence, this could just as well be another. “Jesus, I’m going!” Your body betrayed you right away, you turned faster than your brain could process. Your arms crossed as chills flew through your body, part from the breeze and part from the situation. You see him walk past, the flash still on him, framing his tall body and curly brown hair. You turned again, beginning to walk. You couldn’t form a solid thought, no decision you made was rational.
He begins to jog up to you, trying to catch up to your fast pace. He stops in his tracks, the fear of it not being you catching up to him. “Y/n?” He calls out, you couldn’t avoid him, you loved him far too much. You turned around right away, no response but the movement to hearing your name enough to confirm that it was you standing infront of him.
He turns his head, looking to Hollis and Roman standing in the same place watching. You didn’t know what to say, your mind couldn’t think of a response. He begins walking closer, you don’t move, you wait for him to approach. Tears fell down your cheek as he stops less than two feet away from you, he didn’t want to scare you off so he kept distance. “What are you doing here?” You ask, your voice shaking. “My solo tour. I found a venue here just so I could come back. The power went out and Hollis and Roman convinced me to walk down here, I didn’t know you were here.” He explains hopelessly. You laugh nervously, “Yeah, powers out for me too. I had to convince myself to come out here before i left, i didn’t know you were here either. I saw you were going on tour but i didn’t wanna look at the dates, it’d make me upset.” You reply to him, your voice soft with nothing but nerves.
“Can we talk?” he asks, “I’ve missed you so much I just want to clear things up and know how you’ve been doing.” He says. That was one of your biggest issues, he didn’t know who you were anymore. There was a new version of you since the breakup, he didn’t know what you’d do on a day to day basis, who you hung out with, what music you were listening to. It hurt you so bad, you just wanted him to know you like he did. Tears fall harder as he admits it, “Yeah,” You say, waving your arm for him to come closer. “I’ve missed you too.” You admit back.
He walks up to you slowly yet still eager to get beside you again, feel the heat in your body, see the pretty smile of yours. “What’s the album about?” You ask. He looks at you with the softest doe eyes. “I don’t even know, I just started writing as if we were still together. It’s stupid but I couldn’t write about anything else.” He confesses. The door was suddenly unlocked to a world you thought would never come back, your heart pounded with relief. “I don’t want to talk about me though, how are you? how’s your family?” he asks frantic, causing you to let out a light chuckle. Though things had changed, he was still Nate, your Nate.
“They’re good, everything’s good.” You answer, really you didn’t know much of what was going on with them, you were knees deep in self isolation, you really only heard bits and pieces of their life. “And you?” He asks again. “I’m okay, better now but still incomplete.” The words fell out of your mouth uncontrollably, you would’ve never admitted that you were still incomplete without him, you’d normally put on a strong front for him but it was impossible. “Fuck, me too.” He says with an exhale of relief. “I should’ve reached out. I’m sorry.” He adds.
“No, you can’t be sorry because I didn’t reach out either. I thought you’d be annoyed at me if I did.” You say, he immediately sits up straight looking directly at you, “You’d never annoy me. I wanted nothing more than to be back with you, hearing your stories, anything just to talk to you again y/n.” His words made you fold immediately, tears still coming and going. You rested your head on his shoulder, it felt like your soul came back to life the second you felt your body connect with his. “I’m so sorry.” he says lightly, just loud enough for you to hear. “Please, don’t let this be the last time we talk again. You’re the only girl i’ve ever wanted.” His words come back to a frantic delivery, you rest your hand on his thigh, rubbing aimless circles to bring him comfort. “You’re the only boy i’ve ever wanted”
in which you and keegan spend your off day the best way you can think of — getting stoned and lazily fucking all day long.
┃kuru/afab!reader (terms like pussy, cunt, and general anatomical terms for the vagina are used, no explicit gender mentioned though) .
┃stoner!reader, sex while intoxicated (oral (both protected & unprotected) w/flavored lube and condoms + est. relationship. part one of three (second & third installments tba) .
song recs ♱𝆬 𓈓 let go by ark patrol, urban flora ep by alina baraz, hello? by clairo ft. rejji snow, kyoto by yung lean, drew barrymore by bryce vine (listen here).
semi-proofread, will be continue to be revised after publication.
please do not repost any of my works; translation for personal use is fine !
this is strictly fictional and is in no way an accurate representation of anyone depicted in this story.
𝟭𝟬:𝟯𝟴 𝗔𝗠 .
the scent of your vanilla and amber candle mingled with keegan's gourmand perfume and the heady musk of marijuana, enveloping your senses as you lounged across your unmade bed in nothing but a linen sleep shirt and soft cotton underwear. your room was hazy with smoke, a familiar mix of keegan's sweet-smelling nicotine and the earthy scent of your joints clouding your shared space. you felt light, high off of both cannabis and kee's warm body draped across your back.
somehow, kee's schedule aligned with yours to share a lazy day in.
the day had already started off perfect, the soft lavender light of the rising sun filtering through your blinds and painting your room pastel. your body was warm under your duvet, slotted perfectly against your boyfriend's bare chest. he slept peacefully, nose still buried in your hair from when he dozed off to the scent of your shampoo. for once, you didn't have to pull away to start getting ready for work or to head off for your early morning classes.
a smile tugged at your dry lips, the faint buzz of content humming low against the groggy haze of your senses. the warmth of knowing you were going to have a good day only grew when you felt keegan stir behind you, his grip around you tightening.
the first thing he had done that morning was press soft kisses to your scalp. his eyes hadn't even opened yet when he buried his face in the bend of your neck, the metal of his septum cool against your warm skin.
"morning," he had mumbled into your neck, breath soft against your collarbone as his fingertips brushed gently over your sides. he nuzzled deeper into you, arms tugging you higher up the bed to make it easier on his back. he settled against you, continuing to graze his lips over every inch of skin they could find.
you tilted your head back and pressed a kiss to his puffed cheeks. his face was always rounder in the morning, swollen with sleep and surrounded by chestnut colored waves mussed around his apple-colored cheeks. his eyelids stayed at half-mast, clouded with sleep and adjusting to the light.
"morning, baby." your voice had still been hoarse with sleep, the scratchiness of it pulling at the corners of kee's lips. he loved hearing your voice first thing in the morning, the sound being the equivalent to raking his nails against crushed velvet; soothing in a way unlike any other.
he pulled his hand from under your waist and took your chin between his fingertips, pulling you closer to ghost kisses along your jaw. you smiled at the sensation of his lips — still pulled back into that boyish smile — trailing over you first thing that day. it didn't help that he had started to lean into you, sinking you deeper into the mattress as his six foot stature decided to bore its weight onto you.
"you're crushing me," you huffed out a laugh, already breathless. he hummed lowly against your ear, a scratchy dismissive sound and a sarcastic "hm, sorry". he pulled your body to lay flat beside his, his left hand cradling your cheek as his right found purchase under your shoulder.
the palor of his thin frame was painted the same lilac hue as your room, illuminating his dark brown hair a lustrous shade of mauve. his pale skin somhow looked even softer in the cool-toned light. he was handsome, impossibly so when his cherub features were obscured by the mess of his natural curls. he had decided to let his hair grow out longer than usual, his bangs now brushing over his long dark lashes and framing his jawline in a way that made your head spin. a part of you wanted to reach over to your nightstand and capture the moment forever with your polaroid camera, but you had decided against it, choosing to savour the moment and commit it to memory.
the soft pressure of his lips finding yours pulled you from the thick haze of your thoughts, his arms pulling you closer and anchoring your body to his. the chill of the morning wind filtered through your curtains, awakening awareness in your body as your duvet slipped from your shoulders, bunching around your waist. the warmth of keegan's embrace softened the sudden drop in temperature, his lips still enveloping yours as his calloused fingertips caressed your cheek. his thumb traced the skin beneath your eyes when he murmured softly against your lips.
"you're so pretty in the morning," his voice had also been rough with sleep; a whole octave deeper yet still soft in a way that made your chest ache. the timbre vibrated through his chest, rumbling against your own as you smiled, slow and genuine as you returned his slow kisses.
"says you," you took his bottom lip between your teeth, nails raking soft pink lines over his back and earning a delectable shiver of keegan's body. he huffed a small bout of laughter through his nose, his lips mirroring the grin across your own as he rolled you underneath him, his knees straddling your hips to hovers over you in nothing but his boxers. his hands run over the silky span on your sides, the cool skin of his cheek pressed against your own as he nuzzled into you.
a faint hitch of his breath slipped his parted lips as your fingers danced along the wide span of his back. his kisses found their way back to your jaw, venturing down the valley of your neck with soft nips and traces of his tongue. he was all over you, fingertips digging into your sides and lips painting your skin with soft marks — yet it wasn't rushed, not being fueled by the usual lust between you two.
in fact, you felt yourself being lulled halfway back to sleep with each brush of his long lashes against the valley of your breasts, with the slow tickle of his hair dragging across your breasts as he lost himself in sloppy kisses down your sternum nearing your navel.
the moment stretched on for enternity, the both of you lost in the foggy haze of the AM cold and the languid warmth of each other's bodies. you had long since grown wet between your legs, but you felt no need to rush his lips to where you wanted him most. you had simply let him continue covering your skin with his lips, let his big hands roam over your thighs as he worshipped the inner skin of them with his mouth.
clearly, he wasn't preoccupied with time, either. keegan's eyelids had screwed themselves shut, his mind clouded with nothing but his need to feel you. the gutwrenching urge seeped into his bones, deep enough to make him ache at his very core. his heart swam the a rose-tinted miasma of amourine, lucid in his love for you. he found himself groaning unabashedly into your thighs when your fingers carded through his hair; not tugging, but running your nails across his scalp, borderline massaging it as he surrounded himself in you. his eyebrows furrowed as he pressed your thighs tighter around his head, tossing your calf over his shoulder to hook your ankles behind his shoulder blades. kee trailed sloppy kisses over your mound, his ardor tapering off to barely-there pecks over your panty-covered vulva.
"missed this," he mumbled against you, voice muffled by your underwear and your thighs as he rested his nose against your clit. you laughed, caressing his hair and opening your legs to see his pretty brown eyes peering back up at you through his messy fringe.
"missed what, exactly?" you asked as you propped yourself onto your elbow, smile evident in your tone. your fingers that were still half-buried in his hair wrapped around his waves, thumb threading through the individual strands as you admired him in his state — leaning into your touch, slowly blinking to keep himself awake, and half-hidden by your thighs.
"this," he croaked out, too lost in the feeling of you to understand how vague he was being. "waking up to this," he explained as he rubbed his cheek deeper into your palm. "waking up to you."
"yeah?" you hummed, earning a slow nod from him, now leaned against your thighs with his eyes closed. "well, you have me all day today," you allowed your elbow to slip, laying back to place both your hands in his bed head.
"thank god," he exasperated, voice filling the room despite him speaking into the plush of your cunt. you laugh again, full and unfiltered as he unwraps your legs from his shoulders to lay against your stomach, thumbs tracing slow circles on your hips.
"we need to do this more often."
"what, take off work to laze out?"
"mhm," he nods into your skin.
"hmm," you simply hummed, contemplating it for a moment before letting it become an issue for future you. you remove a hand from keegan's hair, a small noise of disapproval leaving him as you fish for your phone through your crumpled sheets. disconnecting it from your charger, you lift it halfway to your face, quickly thumbing in your passcode and turning on Bluetooth. you connect it to the speaker plugged up on your cluttered dresser, the small chime of the device affirming the connection filling the comfortable silence that fell between you two. you open up your playlist for lazy days just like these and let the first few notes fill the room before adjusting the volume and turning off your phone, tossing it back to where it was before.
keegan was still stationed between your legs, head resting over your navel where he had drifted halfway back to sleep, the music blending with the comforting thrum of your heartbeat pulsing in his ear.
for a long moment, it's just the two of you drifting in and out of consciousness while intertwined together.
you had almost slipped back into sleep when you were drawn back into consciousness by movement between your legs; slender fingers hooking under the soft cotton of your panties and pulling the fabric from under the curve of your ass. you grinned as you felt the bed dip with movement, mattress groaning with each shift of your boyfriend's body as he slid your underwear over your knees and finally off your feet. you peered down to see keegan sitting back on his heels, hair falling into his face as his half-lidded eyes soaked in the sight of your bare pussy.
"what happened to us having all day?" you smiled as he situated himself back between your legs, not looking up once.
"we do have all day," he spoke against your labia, breath soft against your clit as your lower back tingled at the sensation of his lips brushing against you.
"doesn't mean I have to wait all day, either," he finished before softly suckling your clit between his lips, tongue gently caressing the underside of your bundle of nerves. you clenched around nothing, back arching off the bed as you giggled. your hands returned to his soft chestnut curls as he pressed his tongue flat against you, covering the entirety of you with his saliva. your eyes flutter close as you relax into the sensation of your boyfriend's tongue working you towards a long, drawn-out journey of pleasure.
since that morning, you and keegan have been busy doing absolutely nothing.
he had hit up his plug shortly after showering and brushing his teeth, the taste of you long since faded and replaced with the herbal sweetness of the green tea he had picked up on his way over to his dealer's. he had come back with enough bud for a party of four, the iridescent packs mixed in bags filled to the brim with junk food and your favorite snacks he'd bought while out. he hadn't bothered to get dressed, throwing on a decently clean pair of black sweats, a black fitted sweat jacket, and house slides over black socks before heading out the door with a quick, firm kiss goodbye. his hair was still a mess, fluffed out and slightly frizzy like a brown halo around his cheekbones.
he offered a small smile, lips pressing together into a thin line as he nudged your bedroom door close behind him.
"ooh, mini haul," you sing-songed out as he toed his slides off, kicking them out of the way and plopping on the bed next to you.
"mini-haul, mhm" he repeats with approval as he opened one of the plastic bags, pulling out a large iridescent package of weed. he held the reflective package to the side of his face, jaw dropping in mock surprise as your face lit up with surprise. you make a genuine noise of excitement, earning a gummy smile and a huff of laughter from kee.
he tossed the pack into your lap, setting the bags on the carpet next to your bed before getting up to retrieve your glittery epoxy rolling tray (a gift he had gotten you alongside a bouquet of lilacs and lilies and your favorite snacks for your past anniversary). the bed dipped under his weight as his hand dug into the contents of his pocket. his peach-flavored nic clattered gently against the glossy tray.
he extended his hand and made a grabbing motion, pressing the nicotine to his lips and taking a deep pull. the room filled with the distinct scent of fresh bud the second you ripped the bag open. you tilted it towards him, letting his hand dig in to fish out a nug. He thumbed it down into the grinder balanced on the tray before grinding the weed with a lazy twist of hus wrists. your fingers burrowed under the silk satin of your pillow case to retrieve your pen as you mentally prepared yourself from keegan's inevitable teasing — pre-gaming, you thought with a nod.
sure enough, he paused his movements to look at you, eyebrows raising to his hairline as his chin cocks back, an incredulous expression warping his features. he opens his mouth to speak, only to be met by a mild "aht" and your hand raising in interruption as the other pressed the pen to his lips. his lids lower to give you a major case of side eye, a beat of mild judgement passing before he scoffed and accepted the hit regardless.
"you have a problem," he said flatly as he exhaled a mix of sweet-smelling smoke.
"says the guy who just bought a month's worth of weed on a thursday morning," you quipped back, eyes trained on his lips as you encourage another hit.
he stiffened at you suddenly calling him out.
"touché," he mumbled, taking another hit as he continues with the grinder. you chuckled in response, leaning back to take a pull of your own as you rolled over to settle against your pillows.
the music from the playlist you had thrown on earlier filled the room alongside the soft crackle of the wicks to your favorite scented candle, creating a warm ambience to the comfortable silence that fell between you as he focused on rolling your blunts.
you admired his side profile as he works; how his soft pink lip caught between his teeth as he carefully twists the end of the first one, how the steep slope of his jawline flexed when he reached a flow state of focus, how the light caught the curve of his nose and passed through his mahogany waves that obscured the rest of his features. the familiar buzz of thc warmed your senses as you watched kee roll up five more blunts.
he exhaled through his nose, lips pressing back into that awkward thin-lipped smile as he dusted his fingers off and set the rolling tray onto your nightstand. he retrieved a lighter from the pocket to his sweatpants before taking a neatly pearled rollie and pressing it to your parted lips. he leaned over and flicked the engraved metal cap open with his thumb, igniting a flame under the cannabis and letting you take a few quick puffs before flicking the silver zippo close. you took the first hit as he tossed the lighter onto your dresser, the metal hitting the wood with a heavy thud. you exhaled as you admired the chipped silver of his polished nails as he unzipped his sweat jacket, tossing it over one of your bedposys before settling across your bed in his ribbed white tank top.
you lay on your stomach, head nodding to the bass-heavy rhythm of your favorite song vibrating across the acoustics of your room and encasing you in sound. you mouthed along to the lyrics, offering the blunt to kee. he scoots in closer, his leg pressing against yours as he leaned down against his elbow to take a hit as it burned between your lithe fingertips.
his hand found purchase on your lower back, gently tapping out the rhythm over the plush of your ass as his eyes close to join you in feeling the music. his head bobbed lazily, in switch with the beat as he exhales away from your face. the smoke blurred everything between you two as time stretched on, both of you lost in the calm ambience of your room and the familiar burn in your lungs.
somehow, keegan had draped himself across your back, his leg thrown over yours as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. his hands rested on his biceps, cheek pressed to your shoulder blades as he held you in a back hug. he was far bigger than you, his body pressing you into your sheets. you couldn't bring yourself to care when he felt so warm against you, when his weight felt more like him choosing to stay here with you rather than him crushing you.
you rested your chin on his folded arms, the blunt now stationed between his index and middle fingers as he puffed on it lazily behind your head. you felt your lips pull into a grin, smitten at the soft pressure of his forearm against your neck. the unintentional headlock he had you in made your head spin with far more than just thc. you pressed your cheek into his wrist, a low, content sigh leaving you as he offered the very last hit. you accepted it with a small nod, your lips brushing against his fingertips as you finish the last of it.
he unwinds from your body, the sudden absence of his warmth sending a chill up your spine. you made a dejected sound of protest as he stubbed out the smoking filter, placing it in an ashtray before retrieving a second. he hadn't offered this time, placing it between his teeth and he lighting it himself. you craned your neck to watch him, body heavy and buzzing as the full effect of the weed ebbed through your system.
"come back," you pouted, earning a huff of laughter and a shake of keegan's head. he took one last drag before ashing the setting the joint in the ashtray. he appeared behind you in a moment's notice, knees straddling your hips as he bent down to hold your jaw, shotgunning the smoke into your mouth. you purr against his lips, accepting the smoke gratefully before blowing it out with a hazy chuckle. he mirrored your grin, his own silvery laughter warm against the skin of your back as he spoke.
he lowered to his elbows, mouth warm against the shellbof your ear. "somebody's already gone," the serene rasp of his voice was just above a whisper, the saccharine sweet of his breath surrounding your senses in nothing but him.
"mhm," you nodded, not bothering to pull away and letting the crown of your head kock gently against his jaw. he moved his head to block yours, a huff of laughter leaving his pierced nose before he tightened his grip on your chin to hold you still. he captured your lips in yet another sloppy kiss. he lifted himself off of you, firm hands wrapped around your biceps as he flipped your body to face him. he sat back, fingers intertwining with yours as his large frame towered over you.
"yeah? already?" he purred with smirk as he watched you squirm underneath him as he sat in your lap. you nodded again, eyes tracing over the sharp features of his shadow-covered face.
"very," the word came out weak, whinier than you intended, but it got the point across nonetheless. he lowered himself down to trace his tongue over the curve of your bottom lip, smiling at the way you mewled against him. he trailed his mouth over your neck, rejuvenating the fully-bloomed hickeys from that morning.
by the time he got to your navel, you wrapped your hands under his biceps and nudged him towards the headboard, signaling you wanted his attention. he glanced up, eyes widening at the sight of your eyes glazed over, tinted a soft shade of pink and clouded with lust.
you really were gone.
"wanna do you first," you sat up and pushed him back with you, your hands settling at his ribs as your lips latched onto one of his nipples.
kee sucked a sharp intake of breath past gritted teeth, his clammy hands trembling over the landscape of your shoulders, your waist — any and every inch he could feel you.
"been wanting to try something for a while," your voice lowered an octave, soft and sultry as you softly mouthed at the apricot-colored bud.
"y-yeah?" he panted, breathless as he studied your features. your eyes were still trained on his pretty face as you traced the pebbled skin of his areola with the tip of your tongue.
"mhm," you nodded, pulling away with a soft pop. your hands pressed against his chest to nudge him to to lay back flat. he followed your instuctions, cheeks tinged a pastel shade of pink as his thumb hooked under his sweatpants to tug them down. you helped slip them the rest of the way off, leaving him in his white wifebeater and black boxer briefs. he swallowed thickly, fingernails digging into the plush of your crumoled sheets as his heart hammered against his ribcage. his eyes went wide when you bent over the edge of tour bed to retrieve your day bag, the curve of your ass in your tiny pair of boyshorts the only thing keegan could focus on as you fished for whatever it is you had lost in your bag.
you pulled back up with a small "here it is", a folded assortment of bright jelly-colored condoms in one hand and a collection of sample-sized bottles of flavored lube in the other. for a moment, kee sat frozen at the head of your bed, eyes darting between the items as he seemed to exoerience all five stages of grief at once. his eyebrows raised to his hairline before furrowing in ewilderment, his expression reflecting every racing thought in his head before inevitably settling in an ill-diguised grin.
"you want to try flavored condoms," he spoke slowly, lips twitching as he sat losing his fight against his urge to giggle.
"and lube," you tossed the bottles onto your bedsheets.
"saw them online, thought i'd swing by a place on my way home from work," you trailed off, smile tugging at your lips at his bottom lip being pulled behind his teeth with his effort to keep a straight face. "kee..." the lukewarm warning landing the exact opposite of what you wanted as you watched his cheeks, neck, and ears flush pink.
kee snorts, hands flying to his mouth to stifle his snickering.
"what?"
the contagious spread of your boyfriend's sudden unabashed laughter had you grinning as you swat his thigh.
"c'mon, kee, have an open mind!"
"i am, i swear i am," he exclaimed as he peeked through his fingers, still giggling at your bemusemnt as he brought his hands down to rest at his sides.
"... just was unprepared, that's all," he sniffs, clearing his throat to hide the quiver in his lips (a failed attempt, but an attempt nonetheless).
you quirked an eyebrow.
"so you're game?"
he nods enthusiastically, his stoic expression joined with a mock-serious "mhm".
"yeah, i'm game. totally game."
"... only if I can try it on you after, of course."
"you already ate me out once today."
"okay?" his noise scrunched together as his top lip pulled back in mild distaste. "what are you, the pussy-eating police? I'll do it again. the fuck?"
you raise your hand in surrender, digressing with a laughed "damn, nevermind" as you tugged onthe elastic waistband of his briefs. he lifted his hips to make it easier for you, his half-stiff dick gently slapping across his stomach as you tossed his underwear across the room.
his skin still smelled like the softly scented peppermint soap in your bathroom, warm and clean against your sheets. a content hum buzzed against tour lips as you trailed kisses up the defined valley of his chiseled torso back to his face, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and squeezing gently as you taste his lips again.
Sweet hints of honey and ginseng mingled with the artificial sweetness of his peach-flavored vape, pleasantly mixing on your tongue as you felt him twitch between your fingers. you pull away to spit into your hand, palm returning to pump his length slowly with lazy winding twists of your wrist.
"fuck," he breathed out, head tipping back to display the bob of his adam's apple as he swallowed thickly. the sight sends excitement down to your core. his eyelids were stationed half-mast, a sharp hiss of breath sucked past the heart-shaped keyhole of his parted lips as his hips bucked into your thumb caressing his pretty pink tip.
"faster," he panted, throat still exposed as he shut his eyes, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure.
you huffed a soft "hah!, smirking at how quickly he became into a panting mess of limbs bucking into enclosed fingers.
"don't laugh," he complained, his laments strained and breaking off pathetically like the whines of a petulant child. he was strung tight like a bow, muscles tense as he exhaled shakily through his nose. he sniveled softly, his peony-colored lip caught behind his central incisors.
he sighed shakily through his teeth, the florid shade of his cheeks warm against the dewy ivory of his skin. he was a vision of plush pink lips, opaline skin, and tussled tawny waves as you lowered your head to press soft kisses to his flushed tip. you were instantly rewarded with an angelic whine filling your room.
"I'm not laughing at you, baby," you cooed between kitten-licks, the tip of your tongue lapping the pre blooming across his slit. "it's just you were so timid earlier. now look at you. haven't even started yet and you're so sensitive."
"I noticed," he deadpanned, mahogany irises glaring half-assed daggers at your position between his legs. you chuckled, softening your teasing into gentle affection as your thumbs ran along the milky skin of his inner thighs.
"i know, i know. i'm getting there." you reached under the bend of his knee to grab the array of brightly colored condoms. you skim the labels for the flavors.
"hm. what're we thinking? i'm thinkin' of going for the cherry one," you pulled at the glossy packaging of the fuschia-colored rubber.
the marijuana had finally reached its peak for keegan, his body laxing into the softness of your bed as he rested against your headboard, fingertips grazing over the shell of your ears as he watched from above.
"yeah?" his fingers grazed over the back of your neck, nails softly raking across the back of your scalp.
"what lube goes well with that one?"
"I dunno," your gaze languidly runs over the assortment of flavors.
"... tahitian vanilla, maybe? sound promising," you raised an eyebrow, shrugging as you caught his gaze. the corner of his lips lift as he nods lazily, lids half-hast as the sun hits his half-naked body.
"sounds good."
you nodded once before discarding the condom wrapper and rolling the glossy latex over his length.
"not too tight?"
"mm-mmn," he hummed faintly as he shook his head no, eyelids fluttering close at the sensation of your hand back on his gender. he groaned when you wrapped your lips around him, the sound resonating deep within his chest. the soft suction of your mouth and the vibrations from your beingbsastisifed with the flavor had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, a mix of a laugh and a moan gracing your ears as his hands found their place on top of your head.
the room fills with the slick sound of you slurping around his fruit-flavored length and the waning keen of your name, soft curses littering the space between his gasps and gentle mewls of praise.
"tastes good?" he panted, tongue darting out to run over along the corners of his mouth as you pulled away, a thin tendril of saliva connecting your spit-glossed lips and his twitching pink tip.
a soft smile graced your features, contrasting from the raw carnality of your fist pumping away at his cock. nothing but glassy amour gleamed against your dilated pupils.
"so good," you grinned.
the heavy lust lacing your tone had keegan's head swimming in complete and utter bliss. the heat blossoming at his core had spread to the taut muscles of his stomach as beads of sweat trailed down the divots of his abs. he quivered—actually quivered— under your gaze, hands trembling as he reached out to caress your face.
"yeah? 'cause it feels good. so fucking good," he crooned softly.
you moaned at his words, your thighs pressing deeper into your mattress to roll your hips against your sheets, seeking any kind of friction against the tingling arousal flooding your panties. you sink back down onto his cock, taking him until he presses against the back of your throat.
"fuckkk," the word came out strained, vowels stretched out as his mouth gaped into an 'o' shape.
"shit, baby," he pants, hips jerking as you swallow around him. you lifted to suckle on just the tip, chest heaving as you caught your breath.
"that feel good for you?" you bat your eyelashes, already knowing the answer but yearning to hear it from him.
"too fuckin' good, baby. swear to god," his words died in his chest as you started to fondle with his balls, palming them gently as his thighs twitched with need. you turned your head to ghost your lips over the thick vein on the underside of his dick, tongue flicking against the sensitive glands of his frenulum.
for a long moment he was silent, only sharp exhales and high-pitched whines cutting through the absence of his dirty talk. his hands pressed deeper in the tangled mess at the crown of your head, hips lifting off the bed to softly thrust his cock deeper down your throat. tears beaded at the corner of your eyes as you took what he have you, breathing through your nose as his mushroom tip grinded against your uvula with each roll of his hips.
just when you had found comfort in your breathlessness, he pulled you off of him, pre coating the inside of the sanguine-colored latex encasing his coral-hued member.
"fuck, you're gonna make me come," the words tumbled out in one big heave as air rushed back into his lungs, his senses finally not overwhelmed with the all-encompassing ectasy of your mouth. the newfound oxgyen cut through the murky haze of his mind just enough to allow him to focus on quelling the banging of his heart against his ribcage.
his breath immediately hitched when you squeezed the tip, thumb massaging firm circles against the sensitive underside of his dick.
"would that be such a bad thing?"
you pouted when he swatted your hand away from his erection.
"uh, yeah? i'm still trying to fuck you later on?" the end of his sentences curled with panting exasperation as if you were asking the most obvious question known to man.
his hands, still trembling, found purchase under your arms as he sat up, pulling you into a sloppy yet gentle clash of teeth and tongue.
he hummed a low sound of pleasure, the remnants of warm cherry and vanilla sweet on his taste buds as he suckled your into his mouth.
"that does taste really good," he pulled away with a smile, skin flushed the same shade of pink as his kiss-wollen lips as he chuckled breathlessly against your mouth.
you clicked your tongue, the amusement of your 'i told you so' gleaming in your irises him before he pulled you back into your oral landscape of honeyed ginseng and cherry-vanilla. his grip tightened around you before he flipped you to lay in his spot against your headboard, the sheets were still warm and damp from the sweat cooling against his skin.
he sat back on his heels, rolling the condom off his length and ignoring the tendril of pre connecting his tip to the latex after it's off of him. leaning over the edge of your bed to toss it into your trash, his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs for balance as you picked up the bottles of lube.
"which one're you feeling? I've got that vanilla one, green apple, cherry, birthday cake," your voice trailed off when he lifted your hips off of the mattress and tugged off your underwear.
"birthday cake sounds fun," he smirked as his hands wrapped behind your knees, yankng you to press the curve of your ass flat against his chest. you gasped at your shoulders suddenly being the only thing on your bed as he crawled forward, your body rolling up as your back joined the chiseled marblebof his torso. your legs were tossed behind his head as his hands moved to anchor themselves of your hips, locking you in place against his lips as his forearms bracketed your waist.
your panties were still stationed at the bend of your knee, kee simply ducking his head under the damp fabric to suck your labia into mouth. the humidity of his breath against your slick vulva had you fluttering around nothing as he circled his head, flat tongue dragging mind-numbingly slow against your clit. you ground yourself harder against him, electricity tingling up your spine at kee's soft suckling and flicking at your bundle of nerves. his jaw was tense with movement as he lapped against you with each downstroke of your hips. he moaned against you, vibrations strong enough to wrench a cry of pleasure from your dry lips. he buried himself into your cunt, hands leaving your hips to press your thighs tighter around his head.
"you don't even have any- ah! on me yet," you panted, cut off by the rush of arousal drenching your slit after a harsh pull of his lips around your clit. keegan only hummed against you, a dismissive sound before he licked a final stripe up your folds.
he tossed his hair back, bangs no longer covering his eyes as his hold tightened on you. his hand extended to pluck the confetti-dotted bottle of artifical flavor from your grasp, thumb popping open the cap as he kept you against him with one hand. he squeezes a stream of the cream-colored gel directly on your clit, the sudden chill of it making you jump. tossing the bottle somewhere on your sheets, he spreads the cool liquid over your folds, fingers swirling over your bud.
your lip caught between your teeth as you writhed against his fingers, blown-out pupils trained on how his index, middle, and ring fingers covered you entirely. he smiled at the sound before pressing your folds together to press a pretty kiss to your clit, the lube glossing his lips.
"such a pretty pussy," he purred, lips languidly trailing down to mix the sweetness of the lube with the distinct flavor of your arousal.
"all wet f'me from suckling me off," the tip of his tongue prods at your opening, teasing your entrance with butterfly-soft pressure.
"you usually get this wet giving me head, baby?"
you whined at this teasing, struggling to find words when he was so close to giving you what you needed.
"mhm," you finally squeeze out. your mouth had fallen agape and your vision grew hazy through your dark lashes, wading deep in the heavy waves of satisfaction as you watched keegan murmur praise into your cunt with his glasses askew over his slick nose.
"always."
kee moaned against you, dick twitching at your words as he finally buried his tongue inside you. the wet muscle pistoned into your gummy walls as his nose bumped against your clit with each wild buck of your hips against his face. the sound of him devouring your sopping cunt and his muffled groans filled the room, a filthy continuation of what you had just done to him.
the minutes seemed to stretch on like hours in your altered state of mind, the weed and your primal urge to ride his face until you came warping your sense of time. you couldn't tell if it had been five minutes or fifty; you hadn't cared since you were rapidly approaching what you anticipated to be the best orgasm of your life.
"fuck, keep going," you sighed out, a familiar warmth spreading throughout your tingling lower half. "don't stop. don't fucking stop."
kee whimpered, still face-deep in your groin as he talked you through it. "yeah? you getting close? i want you close," he rambled.
"wanna feel you come all over my tongue, cover my mouth in you. you gonna give me what I need, baby?"
you nod, chest heaving as you approached your climax.
"c'mon, pretty. give it to me. give me what i need an' come all over my face."
you had never heard kee speak like that to you a day in your life.
the sheer shock of it hurdled you impossibly quick over the edge, a yelp leaving you as pleasure flooded every inch of your sweaty body. your hands buried in his hair, pushing him deeper into your spasming cunt as he licked you clean with a fervor, eyebrows still knitted prettily in the middle of his forehead as he worked you though the aftershocks. he pulled away only when your grip had turned evasive, tugging his curls hard enough to sting at the scalp. he panted, the slick skin of his nose, chin, and mouth cooling from the wind of your ceiling fan.
he held you there long after you came, his hands caressing your sides as he kissed your inner thighs. "god, that was so hot," you giggled, hands covering your face as it burned with the realization of what just happened. kee simply nodded, gently setting you down and wiping his face with the inside of his shirt as he caught hus breath. the hum of the long-forgotten music pulsed you back into awareness, the tingling bliss of your orgasm still buzzing under your skin as you grounded yourself in reality. kee got up to tug back on his boxers, still-stiff cock pressing against the cotton as his slipped behind you, resting your head in his lap over a pillow.
"what about you?" you asked softly, already drifting back to sleep.
"don't worry about it," his hair tickled your cheeks as he bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. the click of his zippo's flint and steel welcomed the scent of marijuana back into your senses.
"we got all day."
author's note: I was going to write way more but I realized I but off more than I could chew, lmfao. i got a little lazy at the end. the actual sex will happen in the next two parts, I promise. for now, take this.
(not so secret) secretadmirer!hollis x model!reader, bestfriend!hollis x reader, hollis is a sweetheart, flirty friendship, they’re just overall really sweet to eachother,text fic with written parts, thats it for now!
timeline: two years after last part!
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in which ian falls for his avoidant plug who only ever says “pull up” then disappears, but keeps coming back just enough to mess with him
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ⓘ W&C: mentions of drugs, mentions of fighting, trigger warning for stitches, unprofessional behavior (boo), desperate embarrassing smokey, harsh language
in which ian falls for his avoidant plug who only ever says “pull up” then disappears, but keeps coming back just enough to mess with him
a/n: oh hunni…this nothing burger…after like 3? months of no updates…i’m so sorry…
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