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August Stilza

He'd be loud and proud. Because when isn't he?

And this is actually a flex, cause how tf he bag you? Like...deadass. He too loud for me I'm sorry ya'll

But best believe, he's making you the best outfits, and almost all of them without fail will be showing off them legs.

He wants his stallion to be the prettiest at the derby type shit.

But no honestly, all your clothes troubles are solved.

Found some cute pants, but they just fit funny. You won't even have to say anything. Just hand'em to August and he's on it.

Sleeves fitting you awkward? Don't worry, let him just add a little more fabric.

Also having August as a boyfriend is dope asf cuz he'll know your measurements by heart.

And he'll put your fashion needs at the top of his list, no questions or pushback.

And yes, he'd take mad pictures of you too.

I even think August would have pictures of you at his work station cause he genuinely has made his best work whenever you're on his mind.

Also LOVES a matching outfit moment with you.

Believes ya'll look cool asf cause ya'll both dripped out and tall.

Arkha Corvus

Now girl, you've seen him. Ya'll would make NBA babies if the NBA existed in Gachiakuta.

Another man that would be fry Kly Thompson's clown ass rn.

I especially feel like Corvus would prefer taller woman because he don't wanna have to break his neck every time he want a kiss.

Yk it's the simple things in life.

And similar to Enjin, he wouldn't want you feeling insecure about your height.

So he'd let yk, in more subtle and less freaked out ways, that your height is something he is greatly attracted to.

He'll encourage you to wear shoes that add to your height or bottoms shows off your legs.

Oh and he'll go crazy over a mini-skirt and heels combo.

Offers to put your shea butter on after showers, taking his sweet time once he reaches your legs.

One time he kissed up them till he got to your yoni-

OMG who said that?! Anywaysss...

Letting you be little spoon when you cuddle, giving you forehead kisses even if you're taller than him (he'll wait till you're sitting), even giving you his coat.

Which if it dwarfs him, it'll surely dwarf you.

I'm also a firm believer that he likes wearing matching outfits.

Two sexy tall mfs that match? Oh yeah, that's some power couple shit.

Gris Rubion

Now I don't think Gris gives much of a fck how tall you are, but that's not to say he don't got a type.

I firmly believer that a tall, slim thang with good hair not in the weird way, would be the end of him.

And he don't play about you either.

He don't let no one step to you, no matter what's going on.

You're a lady, so you'll be treated as such.

No man, or anybody for that matter, will be pressing you just cause you're as tall or taller than them.

And he's also one who ain't made insecure about you wearing heels.

As long as you're confident, he's happy.

He'd fling any man that try and make disparaging jokes about your height.

If they think that shit funny, than he got something they really gonna laugh about-

Semiu Grier

Yk what's better than one tall queen? TWO TALL QUEENSSSS!!!

Semiu isn't the tallest, but she got some height on her. Plus them heels push her into the six-foot range.

So as an honorary tall woman herself, she's down to climb the tower like anybody else.

Also, lowkey, I think most of her favorite nude/lingerie models are tall.

Which works great for her cause when she orders them same sets she already know they gonna fit jussstt right.

Best believe, Semiu would love to have her very own, home-grown, sex symbol just chilling at her house.

I mean shit girl me too. Yk what I'd get down to if I got my hands on Megan Thee Stallion-

I also feel like she'd be similar to Gris in how she handles weirdos.

Any short man trying to hump your leg like a dog will be dealt with.

And any jealous short hoe trying to act like you're a sasquatch will be made an example of too.

She'd purposely step all over their toes with her heels or dead just clown tf out of them.

"Fuck girl, your feet are huge. What size you were in men's- OW! THE FUCK WRONG WITH Y-" And Semiu would be like an inch away from their face so she know that they hear her.

"Keep being a bitch and I'll step on the other one."

Bro Santa

Idk why I thought this man was short, but when I checked that wiki my jaw dropped.

Bro is extremely kind and gentle.

And he is especially that way with you.

If you're insecure about your height, he's going to do everything in his power to make sure you feel confident in yourself.

Commissioning August to make those pants you've been wanting, but could never find your size in.

Rubbing on your thighs whenever it's his turn to drive the jeep, telling you nasty shit he'd like to do to you if it's just ya'll driving around.

Bridal carrying you and throwing you over his shoulder like you don't weight shit.

And he would never compare your hands and feet and would death glare at anyone who recommends ya'll do so.

A firm believer in that the taller you are gives him more of you to love, and will tell you everyday.

Calls you things like 'his goddess', 'mamas', 'love', 'mi cariño'

And there's not a moment he's not looking at you with love and admiration.

Follo Tunito

Now Follo ain't the tallest, he tall enough for me thooo 🤭, and he knows this.

But he'll be DAMNED before he let that stop him from climbing your sexy Mt. Everest ass.

I'm a firm believer that height don't matter when you on your back!

And so is Follo!

Let me stop being freaked out on main, I'm sorry-

Follo don't mind dating someone taller than him, though I think he'd prefer the difference to be minimum.

But if you are dramatically taller, he'll go above and beyond to make sure you still feel like his girl by him.

Trust, he'll be quick to throw you over his shoulder or princess carry you.

And best believe if he isn't strong enough, he'll be in the gym lifting weights with Gris and Daemon to make sure he doesn't embarrass you or him.

He also just likes face planting into your boobs whenever he goes in for a hug. Especially when he's drunk.

He says it's like a specially hug for his face.

Constantly calling you cute pet names like 'love', 'babe', 'sweetie', the likes.

Follo just wouldn't acknowledge your height because that's not why he's in love with you.

Jabber Wonger

This mf dead wouldn't care.

His six foot, he probably wouldn't notice if his gf was tall too.

The only thing this mf care about is can you smoke a whole blunt with no breaks and down a bottle of Don Julio's.

And he's defiantly into the stallions

He want his girl tall and thick

And his nicknames for you are OUTRAGEOUS.

He calls you 'the Amazonian', 'show pony', 'Mt. Lady', 'Big n'Sexy', 'Weather Girl', 'Sun Dial'

His list goes on forever. And I mean FOREVER.

But besides that, he treats you pretty good.

Very loving, and LOVES PDA.

Will constantly compare his hands to yours, and if your fingers are longer than his, he'll hold your wrist in place than slide his palm up so his are "longer".

"See, I'm big dog." And yes he's probably high as a space shuttle when he does this.

Also if ya'll ever go out together and you're tired of wearing heels, ya'll about the same size, so he'll happily give you his shoes.

You've also caught him putting on your heels.

Yes, his reckless ass has broken a couple. And yes, he bought you more once he came down from his acid high.

Tamsy Caines

Could also care less about your height.

He cares significantly more about your attitude and intellect more than your appearance.

And he does like to tease in ya'll's relationship, but if you're sensitive about your height, he'll leave that alone.

Treats you like a princess and becomes an absolute asshole to anyone that gives you shit about your height.

And don't let them be short either, he'll really let them have it!

"Well if I was your stature, I'd want uppies from y/n too."

And best believe he got the craziest shit-eating grin you've ever seen.

Likes to lay your legs across his when ya'll are just sitting around.

Caresses and massages your feet and calves after a long day.

Will randomly throw compliments your way, even when you least expect it.

"Many from my home town would die to have legs like yours. Hell, if I was a woman, I'd be jealous."

And just like Enjin, will shamelessly stare at you boobs.

"They looked at me first. It's rude not to keep eye contact."

You're beautiful. Like older bombshell type of fine. You give off a Milf/dilf type of energy. You know?

And you're no stranger to having people mistaking you for younger than what you are, though it doesn't happen often. At least when you're by yourself.

When you're with Bundus however, oh people think the age gap between ya'll is ginormous.

But it's because Bundus looks older than 44 to a lot of people, so most people think there's a bigger age gap between the two of you than there actually is. (Shorten)

And oh boy do you love to fuck with Bundus about this.

So imma just set the scene for ya.

It's date night, you know how it is once you get up there in age. You gotta start carving out time for one another.

Which for you two looks like scheduled date nights.

So ya'll went out and about to town, laughing, drinking, and doing fun little activities before arriving to your last destination.

This nice, upscale, dinner spot you've been begging more like hinting with subtle reminders to go to.

And the atmosphere had been great all night! Until you wanted dessert. I mean that literally you little freak.

"Bundus baby, the night won't be complete until we have something a sweet, right?" and though he usual can't tell you no, tonight seems to be one of those nights.

"We already breaking the bank here, sugar." He says, lazily picking his teeth clean with a toothpick, "Besides, I got all the sweets ya need." he grins all lopsided with the toothpick hanging out the side of his mouth, patting his stomach while he leans back, wiggling his brows at you.

You're unimpressed. He knows what you mean, and he's out his rabbit ass mind if he think he getting some play without finishing this meal with some dessert.

But no worries, cause you know exactly what to do to get what you want.

So you start acting all sensual, smizing at him as you dip your head low. Looking around like you're checking that ya'll in the clear.

And that enough to have Bundus hooked. He leans in immediately, wanting to hear whatever filth he thinks you boutta whisper into his ear.

Once you draw him in, you don't let him go. Looking longingly into his eyes, scratching his beard the way you know he likes. Tilting his head to the side so you can whisper into his ear. Your stained lips ghoting the shell of his ear.

"If you don't buy me dessert than Imma tell these people it's your 60th birthday."

When I tell you he looks absolutely betrayed when he pulls back from you. "You wouldn't dare."

"They'll believe me Bun too, and they'll think 'why in the hell is that young lady with that old ass man' and they'll think you my sugar daddy. Cause next to yo dinosaur lookin ass, I'll pass as twenty-something."

His jaw is literally on the ground.

It ain't the first time you've used this trick. But he can count on one hand how many times you've done it. And he never expects it, each and every time.

Before he can properly recover, the waiter comes back over, smiling ear to ear with a dessert menu in hand.

"Would we like dessert? Or are we fine for the night?" and Bundus looks as white as his hair, just staring at you as you grin at him devilishly.

He knows there's a right and wrong answer here.

"Yeah, we'll take dessert..."

Enjin - An interesting game of tag

It's almost like a little game ya'll play.

The only problem is Enjin doesn't know what he's playing or when.

You call it 'touch-n-go', where you quite literally grope him then run off.

So just the casual workplace sexual harassment.

Don't worry though, Enjin loves it! He just confused as to why you can feel him up, but he can't feel you up.

And though he typically loves this game, today he's fighting back.

Because why tf you keep trying to dig in his butt?! His words, not mine.

And this started first thing in the morning when you gave him a hug and a kiss before he left for his first mission.

It was sweet moment, but you had to ruin it by grabbing and spreading his cheeks during the hug. And now he's weary of you.

Cause you've never done all that before.

Shit, he starting to wonder if you were dropped on your head during your last mission. Maybe something got scrambled up there.

Cause the way this is supposed to go is, you be feel up on his chest, brush your ass against his front maybe so you can feel that imprint, yk what I'm sayinngg, hell, when you feeling really frisky, you'll just grab him by the junk and-

*clears throat* anyways, he ain't sign up for this!

Now he's hyper vigilant.

Checking every corner before he proceeds. Looking behind him every couple of paces. He's even walking faster to places he usual just strolls to.

The last time he ran into you, he walked with his back against the wall all the way down the hall.

You got this man feeling like he has a hit on'em!

But no worries, he'll have to let his guard down eventually.

And he does, because he currently has his back to you with his trench coat off cause he thinks everybody has gone out for drinks and food at the bar.

And he thinks you're gone because you literally waved him goodbye with the rest of the group.

But yo crazy ass circled back under the guise of forgetting something. And Enjin was hanging back cause he had an early morning with Corvus first thing tomorrow.

And by the time you get back, he'll be fast asleep.

You gone get in that butt one way or another.

So here you stand, spying around the corner of the cafe as Enjin leans his lanky ahh against the bar. None the wiser to your existence.

Now's your opportunity!

You approach him swift but quietly, locked in on the task at hand them cheeks. And you're so close you can smell'em. Him not his ass, weirdo...

And you assume the position, placing your hands together to form a finger gun.

You look up to make sure he's still distracted, his undercut looking good as he tilts his head back to take a last sip of his drink.

It's now or never bitch.

In one fell swoop, you drive your fingers up his backend, sending him reeling in front of you.

"FUCK!" is all he can get out, as he slams the bottle on the countertop while he reaches back to his hind. His big hands enveloping yours, but before he can pry you out of'em, you drive your fingers deeper.

Getting as deep as you can before he rips you away from down there.

The look he gives you when he whirls around is priceless, and if your hands weren't so occupied, you'd have taken a picture to frame later.

Saying he looks scared is an understatement. His eyes are bulging out of his sockets damn near, and they're even glowing.

Damn you scared him so bad he almost used the Umbreaker on yo ass.

But the moment is short lived, because as soon as he realizes it's you, the look of terror turns into one of confusion than agitation.

"Wha-y/n! Girl if you don't get up!"

Lucky for you though, the shock and relief that you weren't a stranger makes him loosen his grip, giving you enough leeway to break away and make a run for it.

"Y/n! Get back- Hey!"

Good thing HQ is practically empty, cause now ya'll get to play your perverted version of butt tag without interruption.

Enjin tries to tell Bro and Gris the next day, but they don't believe him cause you like to act like a perfect angel when they're around.

Semiu Grier - Hey! Pay attention to me!

One thing no one can lie on Semiu for, is being a bum that don't do her work.

She takes her work so seriously that she often takes some home so she can get ahead of things for the next day.

I mean makes sense, she can see the future gang

But that don't mean you want her to bring her work home.

That's why ya'll in this predicament right now.

Instead of your amazing, gorgeous, loving, sexy, smart, strong, gorgeous did I say that already?, girlfriend giving you her undivided attention, she's instead doing work that she don't even gotta do today!

And you've tried everything you could possibly think of to get her off that paper work that's thicker than you and her combined!

You've tried kissing her, telling her she has all day tomorrow, literally wedging yourself between her and the work she just moves you like you ain't weigh shit.

Literally everything.

Well, except your ultimate weapon.

You only use this when you're desperate, and it hasn't failed you yet. But damn it be having some dire consequences later!

But the longer you watch Semiu give your precious time and attention to a stack of fucking paper, the more amped up you get.

"Semi, come onnn, I haven't seen you all day. Let's just relax." she just stops writing and looks up at you over the rim of her glasses.

Fuck she's hot.

"Later baby." is all she says, brushing you off to get back to it.

You can't help feel betrayed, looking at the stacks of paper with disgust.

Fuck it, you gotta use the, forbidden. Technique.

"Semiu~" is all you say, and it's all you need to say, cause that tone typically means you're up to no good and she loves it when you're up to no good.

As soon as you lock eyes, you take the hem of your shirt and underwire of your bra and lift!

Your plush mounds bouncing free of their confines.

And Semiu is a weak woman, cause she can't help but look.

You stand there proud, chest puffed out as your twin peaks perk up to the cold air. Making direct eye contact with her also.

Unashamed in their nude glory.

A pregnant pause takes the room, you even give them a little shake to entice her more.

But...something strange happens. Because Semiu smiles...and then...goes...back...to work!?

You can't fucking believe it!

Your holy grail, your magnum opus, the first treasure of your holy trinity, ain't do shit to her! And it usual does!

Now you just standing there, chichas out and cold with your jaw on the floor. No, no, why, this can't be!

In a fit of rage, you pull your shirt down, not even putting your twins back in your bra properly as you just stare at Semiu in disbelief.

"So...so it's just 'fuck me' huh?" and you're crossing your arms, hurt by this abandonment. She just smiles while rest her chin in her palm.

"Yeah, when I'm done with this paperwork, it will be." and you don't wanna hear that cause you want that to be her now. Not later!

"Fine! I'll show these titties to somebody who wants'em!" you say in a fit of blind rage, turning on your heel to burst out the room.

But you should know better than to threaten to show Semiu's titties to somebody else, she don't play that shit.

And you're reminded of this quick because all you hear behind you is the flapping of paper, you turn around thinking that you've finally got a rise out of her. But she's gone.

You pinch your brows, confused, until Semiu grabs you by the chin to turn you towards her.

Her eyes glow with her jinki activated, her grip as strong as her glare of disapproval

"Try that if you want to, see what I do to ya."

Arkha Corvus - Mock interview

Corvus is a very...patient man. So he can handle your mood swings.

And he gets it, the line of work you do can be tedious and really stressful sometimes.

So he understands that you might express your stress in...unusual ways.

But this was taking the cake.

One moment you were agitated out your mind from a mission gone almost terribly wrong, to...this.

When I tell you that you're literally all over this man. I mean all over.

You might as well be this man's shirt cause you're literally crawling under his.

"My love, please. I have work to do-"

"I know. Keep working, I ain't stopping nothin~"

Mind you, you're stretching out his shirt.

Just you pressing your face up against his chest, rubbing your face all up in them titties.

Loving the warmth from his skin, melting further into him once you take a big whiff of him. Pleasantly met with his signature smell of cinnamon and coffee.

And though you're having a blast, Corvus has had to deal with bullshit all day, and a pile of paperwork so tall it damn near dwarfs him while sitting.

Seeing you does make him happy though, especially when you're feeling...eccentric.

"Love, I really have to get this work done. I don't think I can focus with yo-AH! Did you just bite me?"

"Shhhh. I'll kiss it better-"

Now he's shirt definitely stretched out cause he's reaching in there himself to pry you out of it.

Now you're boutta be banished to the couch.

Not really though, you'll just pull up a chair on the other side of his desk and ask him stupid hypotheticals and roleplay like you're giving him an interview.

"So, if you could shoot fire out yo ass, how would you use this to benefit the world?"

"You're ridiculous."

"It's a valid question though?!"

He really doesn't know what he's gonna do with you. And when he tells you that, you just tell him the answer's easy!

Just give you twenty dollars and a kiss.

Tamsy Caines - No take backs

You've been all over this man all. DAY.

Begging for every ounce of his attention and admiration.

And he's loving it. You can't tell me he doesn't like to be revered. Just look at how he acts. The fucking primadonna.

And he's been playing into it. Teasing you like it's a game to be played and won.

Acting like he's gonna kiss you only to pull away the last minute.

Acting unimpressed with anything you present him, smiling politely at you. But deep down you know he's being condescending.

Brushing off any affecting you try to give him, his excuse being that he's 'busy'. Observing his jinki like it's the most interesting thing ever.

So when the sun finally sets, he thinks you've worked hard for his attention. Being so patient and not throwing a fit, he thinks you've earned it now.

Now you sitting on his lap on a chair in your room, arms wrapped around his neck.

You try lure him into you, scratching his scalp while you take his hair down. And it works, as he lets you, rolling his eyes back from the sensation.

"You've been surprisingly good today." you don't respond immediately, just smirking down at him as you lower his guard further and further.

"I wonder what your reward should be?" he ponders out loud as he squeezes your hip, followed by him pushing his groin up into you, moving you up so your chest presses against his.

His hand move to grab himself a handful of your rump, loving how it spills from between his fingers.

"A kiss maybe?" you suggest, leaning in as your lips ghost his.

Tamsy grins slowly, knowing what it'll lead to, "Yes, that sounds right." he hums, right before closing the distance abruptly.

The kiss is ravenous and intense, as if he was the one being teased all day instead. His hands wandering everywhere.

Just before he can pick you up and move you both, you pull away, a string of saliva following.

Tamsy stares up at you from his lashes, looking dis6heveled with his hair spilled everywhere. He breaks through his haze quickly though, quirking a brow at the abrupt stop.

"What's wrong?" he ask, genuine concern breaking through.

You look down at him innocently, shrugging your shoulders as you speak, "I got what I wanted. Thanks Tamsy." you pat him and you just...get up.

When I tell you he so fucking confused.

He can't fucking believe it. He really can't fucking believe it. Did you just play him? Him?!

Tamsy takes a moment to watch you, a look of betrayal and confusion written on him as you take your work clothes off and slip into a t-shirt and some shorts.

And you just, plop down on your bed. Picking up a nailfile on your nightstand and just start filing your nails. Like that mf ain't even in the room anymore.

When he finally puts the dots together, Tamsy shoots up so fast to get to you.

But you don't blink as he hovers over you, standing directly in front of you.

It takes him gently grabbing your hand with the nailfile and squatting down to your level for you to give him your full attention again.

When I tell you this man is staring into your soul, he got a faint smile on his face but ain't shit sweet.

"What was that, love?" and the emphasis he puts on the pet-name isn't out of adoration, but you know that.

"What'cha mean? My reward was a kiss, and you gave me my kiss." now he's leaning all up in your personal space, you can practically feel his frustration radiating off of him. And you can see it too when you look down at his pants.

But Tamsy ain't no punk, so he ain't boutta let you play dumb and get away with it. He grabs both your wrist now, standing up, which makes you get up too to kneel on your bed.

"You're so right, my love. But I wasn't done with your reward." taking both your wrist in one hand, his free one slithers down to your shorts, pinching the hem.

"So will you let me finish?" he tilts his head innocently, his intentions anything but.

Gris Rubion - Improv piggy-back ride

Bless this man, because his patience is top tier.

Last night, he couldn't get you off of him! I'm talking velcro.

It's truly incredible how you can flip in a matter of twelve hours.

Hell, he even had to pry you off him so he could use the bathroom.

And as soon as he came back, you jumped his ass. Literally pounced. You took that man on the floor, if you know what I'm talking about.

But now...

You're dodging every kiss, hug, caress he's tried to give you.

He thought ya'll had a great night! So when he asked you about it, you just said "Oh I'm just not in the mood." all smiley.

And it's not the first time you've done this, so Gris knows not to take it personally, he's a grown man for Christ sake, he's got a life!

So if you need space, he'll do just that and go find something else to do.

But he'd be lying if he said he don't miss your touch and grabbing your ass.

And that's how he ended up here, lifting heavy ass crates with Bro and Delmon.

It was a last minute supply of whatever they needed. And Gris knows he's one of the only people here who an lift a ton without his back giving out on'em.

So they're just chatting it up, having a good time as homies do, until...

"GRISSSSSS! BABBY!" is all he hears echoing behind him in the halls.

You don't even give this man time to put down the boxes he's carrying before you, like a nutcase, jump on his back while you lock your arms and legs around'em.

The momentum you got from your running start is enough to make his study ass stumble.

All this man can do is steel his core and hope to dear god he don't drop both crates on ya'll's heads.

Cause if he do, it's lights out at best. At worst? Snapped necks and paralysis for the both of you.

Good for you, because by some grace of gods, all they do is wobble in his arms. Settling only slightly askew on each other.

Gris can feel his heart in his throat as he slowly puts the boxes down, and all your dumbass do is giggle while you rub your face into his hair.

"Grissssss~ I missed you." all he can do is take a deep breath. Delmon and Bro just as shaken as him.

"I missed you too baby."

Jabber Wonger - He greening out

"Baby do you love me?" stupid question. Of course he does!

And Jabber really wishes he could tell you that right now, he really does.

But he swears on his mama that if he speaks, it won't be words coming out his mouth.

An "mhmm" is all he can muster. Because the room is fucking spinning like a tire wheel on a car going 40 over the speed limit.

You don't like that though, shit girl me neither.

So you take it upon yourself to hop on top of him, and I'm not talking no little ass, cute ass hop.

You mount this mf like horse, using all your weight because with the high you on, you feel as light as a feather.

Too bad you're not. Because all Jabber feels is a metric ton crash land on his stomach.

"Say you love me dickhead." you demand, acting all cute and pouting on top of him like you ain't just assault him.

The air you push out his lungs burst out violently, so violently he ends up dry heaving into a gag.

But you pay Jabber no mind, cause you think he's being dramatic. He's not. But you think he is cause when isn't he.

"So you don't wanna tell me you love me?" and fuck he can feel a slight burn in the back of his throat.

"Babe, babe...you gotta get off m-"

"I don't gotta do shit!" and of course, because you're a shithead, you put even more of your weight down on him.

Jabber gags again, burping after. And even you can smell it.

"Damn Jabber, your breath smells like battery acid-"

"It feels like battery acid, so get-" he don't even finish the sentence.

One moment you're chillin on him, than the next he uses all his strength to throw you off him and reach for the trashbag next to his bed.

"Jabber! What the fuck!?"

You spend the next half hour rubbing his back and holding his hair while he greens out.

Follo - He call you French with how you kiss

Follo loves everything about you.

Your quirks, your flaws, your perfections, and even your shithead behavior.

And the best part about it is, he never knows when you plan to fuck with'em.

It's like a little surprise just for him.

And most of the time, you're pretty sweet about it. But this time...well...

You're both about to turn in for the night.

Just casually strolling hand in hand to your room as you talk about whatever before ya'll say goodnight and go ya'll's opposite ways for the night.

Typically cute couple shit.

As you reach your front door, you turn to Follo, staring at him with nothing but love and admiration in your eyes for your man.

He does the same, none the wiser to what you could be cooking up in that pretty little head of yours.

There's this easy silence that falls between ya'll, a sense of love enveloping the both of you.

Follo speaks first, realizing that if he doesn't leave soon, he'll end up spending the night.

"I gotta go to bed. You know, early morning." he smiles sheepishly, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

But before he can let go you grip on to him. Holding his hand firm in yours.

"You ain't gonna kiss me before you go?" you ask, knowing his answer already.

Follo practically beams, cheesing ear to ear as his ears start to turn red.

"Yeah, you're right huh?" he chuckles before leaning in, moving his lips slow against yours. Wanting to savor every second.

His lips are soft, decadent even, as you follow his lead, not wanting to overtake him as to not rush it.

But the night must end as both of you have early morning to rise to tomorrow, and just like how he's the first to lean in, he's the first to break away.

But you're not satisfied, how could you be? You've barely seen each other all day with all the running around ya'll had to do.

So your greed takes over as you pull him in again by the collar of his shirt. Bunching it up in your fist as you force him back towards you.

Your kiss is not gentle like his. Where he likes to take things slow, you often speed them up.

Engulfing him with your desire for more.

The moment is hot, not allowing him time to breath as you take what he has told you before is yours.

But at the last moment, right before you release him, you decide to leave him with one more parting memory.

As quick as you pulled him in, you slip your tongue in his mouth, tangling your muscle with his in a dance he's never done before.

To say he's shocked would be a gross understatement, he feels like this can't be reality. Holding onto your hips for dear life.

Just as he began to feel dizzy, you let him go. Pulling away and slowly releasing his shirt as your gaze travels from his lips back up to his eyes.

God he can feel his heart pounding. Shit, he's scared you can hear it!

And he's hopping you'll invite him in to spend the night, he'll just pry himself out of your bed half asleep for tomorrow. Hope that there's some coffee left by the time he's dressed. He'll suffer through whatever to get more of what you're putting out.

But before he can even make that desire clear, you slip yourself behind your door, leaving only half your body out of the frame.

"Bye, Follo. I love you." you say with a teasing lilt in your voice, winking before closing the door.

On autopilot, Follo just trudges over to the fridge behind the bar counter. Hoping to crack a cold one only to instead almost run directly into your bent over backside as you search for one yourself.

All that man sees is ass, rump, booty. Shit, you're so nicely arched he doesn't even know you have a waist until you stand up.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I in your way?" you ask as you look over your shoulder, practically batting your eyelashes at up at him.

Follo just standing there mesmerized, he had to remember to breath for a second. You're thick asf and drop dead gorgeous. Doe-eyed, with nice hair and plump glossed up lips. Is this really happening? Is he really about to fold under the pressure of just being around a pretty woman?

He blinks at you a couple times before he realizes he's staring like a dumbass.

"Uhh...no. I was just grabbing a drink..."

"Oh then let me grab one for you!" you smile at him right before bending right back over in front of him trying to fetch another.

And dear god Follo doesn't know what to do with all that ass in his face. He only got a glimpse before, but seeing it again has his mind just as blown as his pupils.

You pop up again with another drink in hand, still smiling at him like you didn't just seduce him.

You push it towards his chest, Follo absentmindedly takes it. Staring at you in awe. "I'm y/n by the way. What's your name?" Fuck was his mouth always this dry?

Follo's just licking and biting his lips while he keeps eye contact.

Now you can't tell if he's flirting or nervous, but he's just your type so you're fine with either.

"Follo." he finally responds, taking to leaning with his back against the countertop since he doesn't want you to think he's a creep trying to cage you into the bar.

"Oh I've never met a Follo before." you smile at him. And when I tell you that you have this man standing at attention.

He's rubbing on his neck and damn near kicking his feet.

You got this man so giddy he forgot he was fatigued.

"Oh well-ha, I'm happy to be the first-"

"I'm happy that you are the first." You say leaning against the bar right next to him, and you're so close he can smell your leave-in conditioner. Ah shit don't do this to him.

Follo starts laughing nervously, looking at you as you shamelessly look him up and damn than go back to staring into his soul, blinking up at him all innocent like you didn't just size him up in his face.

You fiddle with your drink a little, mustering up some courage.

"Hey, are you doing anything later? I don't really know anybody yet since I just got here literally today so..." you trail off, not wanting to sound desperate but still wanting to get to know the cutie in front of you.

"No! No actually, I just came back from a mission so I'm doing literally nothing." You got this man so whipped, he wouldn't be able to hide his enthusiasm even if he wanted to.

Arkha Corvus

Since you're a new recruit, you gotta meet the big boss in charge to finalize your paperwork.

He was told that you were waiting for him in his office, so that's exactly where he goes after coming from who knows where.

He's been running around for days and this is the one of his last duties besides some numbers he has to have Semiu run with him for logistics.

Shit, he's running late too.

When I tell you he's using all of that height he has to strut over to his office, chest puffed up per usual.

"Sorry for the tardiness, had an issue on the way ov...errrr"

Good job, you've left this man speechless. Because all he see's when he walks into his office is a fucking bombshell.

Glossed up lips, big beautiful hair, and a body so nice he wonders how tf it's even possible in a wasteland like this?

Like literally where do you get the food to keep up with that ass-

Hold on, he's a professional. He can't just be drooling over his subordinate that he has corporate power over. That's crazy!

And though he has self control, you don't.

You can't help yourself! And gurl I don't blame you.

Just look at him! He's tall, dark, and handsome. LITERALLY PERFECT!

So you're just sitting there on the little couch set he got, gawking at him. Looking him up and down, cause his physic is crazy. That itty-bitty waist and those big'ol toned arms just got you squirming in your seat a little.

But your little gun show ends when you make eye contact with the man finally, because you realize you've been caught eye-fucking your boss your first unofficial day on the job.

And you know you've been caught because as soon as ya'll lock eyes, Corvus just laughs to himself as he grins down at you, "Well it's nice to meet you too."

You're so fucking embarrassed that all you can hear in the blood rushing between your ears. And shit, is it hot in here? Ahhh man, fuck it!

You shoot up from the couch, trying to play off what just happened. Darting your hand out to greet him properly.

"Nice to meet you sir, I'm y/n-" "No need for honorifics. We're all equals here, just call me Corvus."

Corvus doesn't miss a beat as he takes your hand, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze.

And though your body definitely caught his eye at first, those big beautiful eyes you're batting up at him is what's got his attention now.

"I'm happy to see you join us. You'll do good work here, I'm sure of it." he declares, never letting your hand go as you both just stare at each. Neither one of you wanting to pull away.

Enjin

"Semiu~ What my favorite girl up to?!" he just bust through the front doors yelling and shit.

Loud and proud for no reason. Semiu just rolls her eyes, fiddling with something at her desk.

"Since I know you ain't boutta leave me alone until I tell you, I'm training the new girl."

Enjin looks at her surprised, semi-intrigued about who this new girl is.

Leaning over the front desk, he gets in close with Semiu. Fanning her face and damn near fogging her glasses with his breath.

Dramatically looking side to side, as if he actually cares if somebody hears him.

"Is she hot?" he whispers, hoping that he'll have some eye candy on the job he can enjoy and Semiu knows this. She likes having it too.

That's why she be having those dirty magazines at her desk. So she plays along.

Dipping her glasses a little as she peers at him over the rims, "Yeah, almost as hot as your breath."

"Hey! I brushed twice today-"

"Semiu, can you help me with these?"

Enjin tears away from his fake argument with Semiu to see nothing but your cute face peaking from behind some unbelievably tall stack of boxes and stationary.

And damn are you pretty, so he figures he'll be C.S.H, aka Captain Save a Hoe, and leave an impression.

"Oh I got that sweetheart, let me handle that for ya." he practically coos.

And he thinks he's so fucking cool swooping in and "saving the day". Meanwhile, Semiu knows he on bullshit and just laughing to herself, knowing damn well he won't be able to keep that facade up once he sees what she saw.

"Now where you want me to put thes-DAMN!"

Oh yeah...he's leaving an impression alright...

But that's all he can say when he takes the boxes and finally gets a good look at you.

Your body is out. Of. This. World! Hips wider than outside with thighs to match, he knows whatever back there has to match too. And you're top heavy with a pretty face? And yeah he's damn near sold.

But you can't convince me otherwise that Enjin isn't more of a boobs and face guy. He gets to look at two pretty things at the same time, yk?

And you're just blinking while you stand there, at all shocked from his outburst.

And Enjin knows that was rude asf, so before he can break out in a cold sweat he tries to play it off.

"Sorry, I didn't get a good look at'cha with all these covering you up," Enjin hikes up the boxes a little to get a better grip, "I didn't think such a little cute thing like ya'self could carry all of this." he shoots you a cheeky grin. Making sure his dimples on full display.

Awww, he thinks you're dumb.

It's okay though, he'll find out soon enough.

Regardless, you know what you're working with. It ain't the first time you've been ogled at in your face. This ain't boutta be your last either. And if it's gonna be him doing it, you hope it's not.

Cause as you're blinking at him, you're actually taking him in. Tall, blonde, tatted, nice teeth.

I mean shit, the longer you look, the finer he gets.

So you decided, fuck it, you'll just go with it.

"Aww thank you, you're so sweet." you flash him a bright smile, touching his arm as you saunter pass him and stroll towards the supply closest behind the desk.

"You can put all that in here." you say as you enter the closest, poking your head out for a moment to speak again, "I'm y/n by the way." giving him a wink before ducking your head back in.

And like usual, his looks saves him from taking the largest. Fucking. L. Possible. Whether or not he knows it is a completely different conversation. But the way he looks back at Semiu to wiggle his eyebrows and grin shows he doesn't care either way.