You Can Be Rough. I Can Take It. -For Stiles, But He Can't Really Take It. . :p

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜ -For Stiles, but he can't really take it. . :p

Another doubled-up request! ;)

Looks like you two are on the same wavelength. I will do my best with this, but you know I'm probably just going to twist it around and not give you what you were really lookin' for ;)

Authors Note: Smutty little number between Stiles and a non-gender-specific reader. Writing smut that's both satisfying and generic enough to read as any reader was challenging and actually a lot of fun :)

Prompt list HERE

Stress Relief

"You can be rough... I can take it..." Stiles said, his voice muffled, his face buried in his pillows.

You were perched above him, sitting on the backs of his thighs. "You think?" you laughed and pressed your thumb more firmly into the tight muscle of his back so it slid under his right shoulder blade.

"Ow, ow! Shit!" He struggled beneath you, rocking a bit from side to side, turning his head to look back at you. "Maybe not that hard."

"Thought you wanted it rough?" you smirked and let off a bit, running your thumbs along either side of his spine more gently. You were straddling his thighs, rubbing the aches out of his back that he'd been complaining about all week.

"Maybe I'm a little more delicate than I thought."

You smiled, and leaned forward, pressing a little kiss to the large mole on his shoulder. "Just a little..."

He shook a bit beneath you with a little laugh before he carefully rolled over, giving you a moment to adjust so that you were settled on his lap. He smiled up at you, his hands on your thighs, fingers splaying out widely as his grip tightened just a bit.

"Thought you wanted a massage?" you teased, slotting your fingers between his on his right hand.

"I did want a massage," he said, his brows raised a bit as his gaze crept up along your body, stilling briefly in a few key places before he finally looked you in the eyes. "Now? I want this."

You startled a bit as he sat up from the bed and pulled you into his chest and kissed you, his chin tipped to reach you as his arms wove around your back. It didn't take long for the firm but simple kiss to evolve into something more. His lips grew a bit hungrier, parting to envelop yours, making room for his tongue to tease at the tip of yours. His mouth got him into trouble so often, but it was one of your favorite things about him.

The two of you had been together for about a year at this point, but you'd known each other much longer. You worked at the parts supply shop he used to come into all the time in high school. Every time he'd come in saying what he needed to fix his nearly perpetually broken Jeep, he left without most of it and a new roll of duct tape. It wasn't until after both of you had graduated that he finally asked you out for the first time, but by that time, the two of you had developed quite a rapport. You fell in love with him so easily it was disgusting.

The way he was kissing you now? The way his hands were roaming over your body? You'd been addicted to it since the very first time he'd touched you. To say you were insatiable was an understatement, but he gave you a run for your money. He was eager and enthusiastic in just about everything he did, and you were just one of those things. It still made you smile when you recalled the time he'd told you that of everything he'd ever learned in his life, he valued learning how to please you the most.

His soft lips peppered your jawline with wet kisses until they made their way to the side of your throat. He breathed your name into your skin before he pressed his open lips to that sweet spot that always made you moan and tongued at your hammering pulse point.

You rolled your hips into him, your hands tangling into his hair while his mouth roamed the length of your neck. You could feel how much he wanted you because he was rutting against you, and he was so hard you knew it had to be almost painful.

"Shit..." he breathed, his lips trembling against your skin when you reached down between the two of you and cupped him through the tented crotch of his pants.

You pushed him back down against the mattress and spread your hands across his chest, relishing in that pleased little smile that spread across his lips before you kissed him.

His hands slid down your back until they were cupping and greedily squeezing your ass.

You gave him as good as you got, kissing him breathless and then latching onto his neck to suck a pretty mark into it that he wouldn't be able to hide. You loved the sounds he made when you had him pinned under you.

He was usually the first one to get impatient when the two of you found yourselves in situations like this, but this time it was you. Too many clothes. That was the first problem. You pulled back from his throat and crossed your arms over your body, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.

Stiles stared up at you, his eyes hooded a bit, his hair scuffed up and messy from the way you'd tangled your hands in it.

"You plannin' on staying dressed?" you teased, tugging a bit as his t-shirt, grinding down on him just enough to make him groan.

"Not a chance," he said, propping himself up and lifting his own shirt, getting tangled up in it a bit before he finally freed his arms and threw it to the floor. He let out a dark little laugh before he propped himself up and wrapped his arm around your waist and turned the two of you over, pinning you under him.

You let out a small giggle that he quickly silenced in an open-mouthed kiss that had your head spinning, and your body starting to ache with need.

He pinched your lower lip gently between his teeth before he pulled away from the kiss, his lips still pursed. His fingers trailed down your bare torso and across your ribs onto your forearms.

You trembled at his touch, your skin rippling with goosebumps.

He grinned up at you, kneeling between your legs when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear. He crawled on his knees down to the foot of the bed, slowly pulling the bunched fabric down your thighs before he slid it off the tips of your toes. He appraised you for a few moments, his tongue wetting his lips, his hungry gaze making no mystery of what he wanted most.

Then, you watched as he undid his pants and slid them off, leaving him in just a thin pair of boxer briefs. "Those too..." you whispered.

He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled them down over his thighs and kicked them off.

God, he looked good naked. You sighed as he lifted one of your ankles to his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he kissed his way up your calf to the inside of your knee.

He breathed against your skin, letting the warmth of it wash over you before he sucked a little mark into the inside of your thigh.

You felt him lay out on his stomach and loop his arms under your thighs. Your fingers knotted into the blanket beneath you when he teased you with a grazing pass of his lower lip and an exhaled breath.

"Stiles...please..." you begged, desperation starting to make you feel a little unhinged.

He kissed the crease of your inner thigh. "Somethin' you want?" he asked, he pulled you a little closer to him, his fingers gripping you more tightly.

You groaned, pressing your head back into the pillows. "Yes..."

He hummed before you felt the heat of his mouth so close to where you wanted it most. "This?" he asked, before he negated the need for you to respond, his tongue tracing a line along you until you were quivering and carding your fingers in his hair.

"Yes! Oh, my G—" the feeling of his lips sealing around you choked off your supplicating plea.

His talented mouth was so pleasing, but it made you want more. Made you want all of him.

You pulled him up from between your legs into another kiss before you encouraged him to move up your body and straddle your torso. You gripped his ass in your hands and tugged him close enough to get your lips on the tip of his length.

The sound he made when he gently rolled his hips and drove himself into your mouth a little deeper was encouragement enough to have you eagerly moving with him. He cradled your head in his hands, helping you hold the posture that was making him feel so good.

"Mmm, yeah..." he praised, looking down at you, "but you're gonna make me come before I'm ready to..."

You pouted at the loss when he shifted back enough to slip free of your lips and he grinned at you.

He shifted down your body until he was kneeling between your thighs again. He lifted your legs up enough to rest you in his lap, aligning himself with you. He was slick from your mouth and that first intoxicating touch of him pressing against you, stretching you as he filled you up, made you feel drunk on him.

He took his time sliding into you until you were tightly squeezing around the length of him. It felt so good to feel so full. So satisfying to know you fit him like a glove.

When your head was lolling in the pillows and you were started to rock your body into his, he ended the torture of his stillness and began to slowly roll his hips along with you. Encouraged by the soft way you were moaning for him, he picked up the pace, fucking into you harder and faster on each thurst.

When you felt the way your release was building in your core, you knew he had you right where he wanted you. He pressed into the backs of your thighs with his hot palms and folded you over enough to bend over your body.

You craned your neck up and captured his parted lips in a breathy kiss before he mouthed down your chin, your throat, across your chest until he had one of your nipples under his lips. All the while he was driving you closer and closer to your release.

"I'm— I'm so—" he groaned against your chest before he looked up at you.

"Me too..." you breathed, reaching up to run your hand along his jawline before the pace of his thrusts had your eyes rolling back. The levee gave way and the pleasure of your release rushed through you like a tidal bore wave as you cried out his name.

He followed right after you surely encouraged by the way it must feel to have you squeezing around him, by the way the room sounded when it was filled with the echoes of how good he'd made you feel. The faltering rhythm of his hips and his stuttered breath preceded the pulse of him as he flooded into you, over and over.

You panted out appreciative sighs as he collapsed against your chest, his heart pounding hard enough for you to feel. His hair was flopped over his sweat-dampened forehead and you brushed it back out of his eyes when he looked up at you.

"That's better stress relief than a massage... any day..."

Okay, but- Dylan smoking while you ride him, just like that gif of him from The Outfit where he exhales the smoke through his nose, imagine him just laying back and watching you, one hand on your ass and he's just all soft whispers like "take it baby, good girl, get us both off, make yourself cum with it and then I'll give you mine"

Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader

warning: 18+ w/ sexual situations, language, and smoking /

gif credit to @/davidsfincher

You didn't know what came over you, but when you walked into the living room and saw him smoking, you were instantly turned on. Dylan rarely smoked, it was a habit he picked up whenever he was stressed or his anxiety got to him a little too much. But when Dylan looked towards you from across the living room, and you watched the slow smirk cross over his lips - it was over.

Never have you moved across the living room so fast, throwing your top off and tossing it somewhere in the living room. Dylan cursed low under his breath as you dropped down between his open legs and eagerly pulled down his pants. He was barely able to form words when your hand wrapped around him, pumping his cock, before taking him down your throat.

"Keep it in," You told him when you pulled back, your lips swollen from sucking his cock. Dylan's brow rose slightly and stared down at you with his cigarette between his two fingers.

"Fuck," Dylan cursed when you took off your shorts, before straddling over him and sinking down around his cock. His one hand reached out and gripped tightly to your waist as you started to ride him.

Neither of you was going to last long - and you were ok with that.

Dylan looked down and watched as you sank down over him. Being turned on more and more from the erotic noise of your pussy taking him.

"...just like that, good girl...fucking take all of it." Dylan moaned "Look so good on my cock..."

You whimpered softly as you moved to rest your hands on the top of his thighs using it as leverage as you moved on top of him. Dylan let out a deep groan from within his chest as he watched you, using his hands to move up your body. The both of you were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the room feeling hot and sticky with the musky smell of sex in the air.

"...oh fuck," You cried out as he teased your nipple, sending a shiver through your body. Your nails dug into his skin at the top of his thigh, and Dylan liked how it turned him on more. The small bits of pain mix with the pleasure.

You looked down towards him, seeing him rested against the back of the couch, a cigarette between his lips. The dark look in his eyes only had you clenching and pulsing around him more. His brows pulled together tightly as he tried to concentrate on not coming inside of you - he wanted more before it was over.

"...Dylan...oh...god, I love it...love your cock." You moaned as your hand moved down, your fingers rubbing against your clit knowing your orgasm was fast approaching.

Dylan moved the cigarette from between his lips, you watched as the smoke pushed through from his nose before coming from between his lips. He smirked when you clenched around him more, your eyes becoming more hooded. He reached over and placed the cigarette into the ashtray on the side table, before moving his hands to grab your ass and pull you towards him more.

A small scream came from you when you felt his hand smack against your ass, before grabbing them again and helping you move faster atop of him. Your hands moved to grab the back of the sofa, with your forehead pressed against his. You could still smell the slight scent of the cigarette between the two of you. Your nails dug into the soft cloth of the couch as you felt his pubes rubbing against your clit.

It felt so good, your moans growing louder and louder letting Dylan know how good it felt. This man knew your body and what made you feel good - how to make your toes curl and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"...yes, yes...oh, just like that...please..." You begged

Dylan smacked your ass again, eliciting another small scream before you mewled softly. It was like you were getting drunk off his cock.

"...take it, baby, good girl, get us both off...make yourself cum with it, and then I'll give you mine" Dylan spoke, his voice becoming thicker and deeper "...you want that baby? Want me to fill up this pretty little pussy?"

"yes, yes...yes..." You chanted before your body began to tense above him. "Dylan! Oh...fuck, I'm cumming...ugh!"

You fell against him as your body shuttered from the power of your orgasm, it washing over your body and having you lose strength. Your head rested into the crook of his neck, your moans muffled slightly, but your hips still moving against him.

After only a moment, you pulled back and kissed along his neck, feeling him move you faster up and down his cock. His breath was becoming shorter with each stroke - Dylan was close.

Your pussy was too good, nearly too perfect. He loved how your pussy seemed to pull him in deeper like it was begging for his cum to fill you. How slick you were, and warm. It was his heaven.

"...give it to me, Dylan. I want it. I wanna feel you, I want your cum inside of me..." You whispered in his ear.

His grip tightened on your ass and he let out a deep, almost animalistic, groan from within his chest. His head falling back against the couch - your name leaving his lips over and over.

You moaned as you felt him, knowing he was filling you, just like he promised.

The two of you relaxed against one another on the couch, his hands moving up along your back before his hand grabbed the back of your neck gently, lifting your head so he could kiss you. Dylan's lips moved against yours in a lazy kiss. Neither of you making a move to pull away from the other.

Richie Boyle NSFW Alphabet Please

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (18+)

!!ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs!!

ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ, ʙᴅsᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪᴍʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ.

𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘺𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 (𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘶’𝘴) 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 50𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘱!

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐁𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 18+.

𝐀 =𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭. 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧. 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤. 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭.

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫. 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, “𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?”

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐬. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝟔𝟗 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬. 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤. 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤

𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞. 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 ‘𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤’ 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭.

𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐑𝐚𝐲

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝟔 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡, 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

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Wingman || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: After following his friends to the monthly 'Singles Night' on campus, Stiles finds himself in a powerful position of helping Y/N choose a contender for her future love life.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos

Notes: hello! this is my first published fic! i hope you guys like it!

“Stop looking at me like that, I didn’t ask you to come along,” you said, tone gruff as your eyes glared upward toward the unusually quiet Stiles Stilinski. Your furrowed eyebrows mirrored his perfectly, noses crinkled, fingers curled. His taller stance would be intimidating if it wasn’t for the friendship you both held. “Stiles, seriously, come on…”.

He huffed, “I just don’t understand why you’re dragging yourself to one of these… drunken flirt fests!” His large hands waved in front of his face, gesturing something lewd and unreadable. “And YOU…” His attention finally turned toward the male on your right-hand side, Scott’s sheepish grin tugging at his lips, “You’re not any better endorsing this behaviour!”

“I was, uh, actually gonna join in on the fun. Y/N managed to convince me in our Psyh ED lecture today”. Scott’s hands slipped casually into his leather jacket as his shoulders lifted in a shrug. You could see the excitement sparkle in his eyes, reciprocated on the grin still curling his lips upward. He needed this change of pace after his prolonged break-up with Kira.

“I’m sorry? Am I just not a part of this friend group anymore? What happened to the three musketeers, huh?!” Stiles returned to his somewhat normal self with a slightly raised voice and dramatic flair. His eyes rolled back in disgust as you all neared the most populated bar on campus. “You know what, no, it’s fine. I get it. You both hate me, making plans behind my back. Eventually leaving me behind when you find your lovers of the night. Whatever.” He quickly dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand, expressing his sarcastic nature.

A scoff pushed through your lips, “You’re an idiot”.

“I’m a realist.”

“Dude, let’s just have a good night, okay? You’re free to leave if you want…” Scott trailed off as he opened the bar’s door for you, smiling in return to your friendly head nod of thanks. His hand remained flat against the heavy wooden slab, eyebrows perking up in silent question toward Stiles as he waited for an answer. Stiles, however, had his mind elsewhere as he stood on the tips of his toes, digging the end of his converse into the ground, eyes scanning the few looks you received as you wandered toward the bar. It was Scott’s turn to roll his eyes now, “Just get in here.” He huffed, his spare hand grasping the collar of Stiles khaki bomber as he dragged his friend inside with him.

You failed to notice the lack of your friends as you peered around yourself, taking in the atmosphere of the monthly ‘Singles Night’ event that always managed to take your campus by storm. This was your first time in attendance, though, continuously known for holding yourself back in fear of not enjoying yourself or leaving with someone worthwhile. You bit the bullet after days of mulling over the idea, your decision made final when Scott’s prying about your mood led to him agreeing to tag along. You knew that he wasn’t only coming for support, but rather, to have a good night of his own. And Stiles? He was just a surprising bonus.

“What would you like, darlin’?” The deep voice of the bartender spoke, slightly startling you from gazing over the multitude of people around you. Your eyes widened as you faced the man, probably only a couple of years older than you. He looked tired, as if he’d spent the last few hours pouring himself into his own college work. “If you don’t mind me making a suggestion, you look like a ‘Tequila Sunrise’ kinda gal.”

“You don’t even know me and you’re making assumptions about my drinking habits. That’s ballsy.” You cooed, arms crossing over the part of the bar that wasn’t covered in stickiness from spilled drinks. You shook your head slightly before listening to the familiar bickering voices approaching you; Scott and Stiles still up in arms about being in attendance to, what Stiles refers to it as, a breeding ground for STDs. “You’re lucky that I’m a tequila fan. And also, two whiskey sours, please.” A smile curled on your lips as the bartender gave you a wink in acknowledgment, turning his back to make your requested beverages.

“What’d you say to him?” Stiles quipped almost immediately, sliding up beside you before pulling back with a small squeal as his arm touched the sticky bar top that you made sure to avoid. He cursed under his breath with a disgusted expression contorting his features – it was a sight that never failed to make you laugh. His eyes squinted as he looked back to you, “He winked at you. Was it like, a ‘oh yeah everything is totally cool’ wink, or a… sexual wink…?”.

“I ordered your dumb asses a drink. That’s all.” You replied, turning your back to lean against the bar, watching as Scott chuckled at the scene before him. You hummed, arms crossing in front of you, unintentionally pushing your chest up in your near low-cut dress. “Or maybe…” You began, leaning in closer to Stiles, a mischievous look on your face, “I just told him to fuck singles night, and I’ll take him home instead”.

Stiles gasped, rather loudly, “You did NOT”. His hand flew over his heart, taken aback by your words. It was clearly obvious that he was trying to retain eye contact and not let his eyes trail elsewhere. You were both oblivious to the bewilderment of Scott at your exchange – but he loved a good show.

“Of course, I didn’t. Seriously, Stiles, who do you take me for?” If your eyes could roll any further back, they’d fall from your sockets. You were broken from your conversation when the clinking of three glasses slid behind you, the bartender graciously accepting your card to pay for the beverages. You mouthed a friendly ‘thank you’ before moving across the room with Scott and Stiles hot on your heels, drinks in hands.

A collaboration of music, laughter, and humming voices enlightened your senses before Scott found an empty table to sit at, his eyes already scanning the room for potential conversation goers. The room seemed larger than it usually did when you’d come after class; the lights were tinted with different colors to create atmosphere, and furniture moved around purposely to create conversation nooks. He nearly spilled his drink as you nudged his shoulder, “She’s cute”. The tanned male looked over his shoulder at the person you were referring to, a beautiful and equally tanned girl sat with her friends, long dark hair cascading down her back. Scott evidently gulped.

“Go on Scotty, make a move. We know you want to.” Stiles spoke lowly, fake boredom dripping from his words as a sigh fell from his lips. Always with the dramatics. Stiles was nearly pushing his friend from the stool in order to build momentum, making sure to tip the whisky sour back when Scott attempted to take a sip. It was mere seconds before the liquid courage was completely gone from the glass. Scott shook his head with force, a smile soon gracing his lopsided jaw. Stiles patted his shoulder before pushing him toward the stunning girl, “Go forth, my son. Make me proud.”

You giggled around the straw hanging in your mouth, both surprised and prideful as Scott got further away. He was braver than you, and instead of jealousy, you felt appreciation. Your view was obstructed by your shaggy-haired friend, his lips pursed as he clicked his tongue. You could tell that he still didn’t know why he decided to come along. “You can leave whenever you want, Sti. It’s fine”.

“No, no way. Not until I scope out these jerks until we find you a good one. I’m very picky, Y/N, you know that.” He was quick to mention, avoiding your eye contact with the rim of his glass pressed to his lips. Stiles wasn’t impressed by what he saw – muscular, well-groomed men with hunger in their eyes and a taste for the sweet stuff. There was no way in hell he’d let you leave with a stereotypical jock like them. One Jackson Whitmore was enough to experience, he didn’t need another for you to hang from. He returned to clicking his tongue, a small groan pushing past with his words, “Not getting a good vibe, you know.” His hands, once more, waving erratically in front of him to indicate the space around you both.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I brought a wingman with me tonight.” Your amused tone finally brought his eyes to yours, provoking you to laugh under your breath. Your smile remained when he smiled back at you, genuinely. You inhaled deeply, eyes briefly closing as you exhaled. “Okay. This is the plan… I’m going to wander around, find a guy, bring him back. And you can grill him. If he passes, I get to take him back to my dorm and you never speak of this again. Deal?” You declared, much to his surprise, and held your hand out to him.

Stiles loved a challenge. “And if none of them pass? Then what?”

“Then I take YOU back to my dorm.”

He visibly choked on his drink, bemused from your shocking words. He was frozen. Stunned. Most of all, he was unsure of your sincerity. His words stuttered out incoherently, “So I-I get to ask, what-whatever… whatever I want?”

“Sure, but play fair. This is my future love life on the line, Stiles.” You reminded him, your hands thrusting back out across the table.

“It’s a deal”.

__________

Five guys in, and Stiles still wasn’t impressed. According to his ‘very descriptive’ feedback, they were either losers or dickheads. They weren’t promising enough for his liking, and he knew that you deserved better – no, you deserved the best. He was nearly through his third drink for the night when you brought over another protentional candidate, hope filled your eyes which Stiles tried to unsee. He stared intently at the new man across the table, not entirely put off by the way he presented himself.

“Stiles, this is Adam. Adam, this is Stiles… the biggest cock-block in all of history.” You managed a sarcastic, yet cheery voice when Adam reached out to shake Stiles’ hand; Stiles made sure to keep his tucked away in his crossed arms. You cleared your throat, “So… Adam is in Veterinary Science and is a Junior. He’s also super cute.” It was hard to control your wording when you were also three drinks down. By now, it was hard to tell whether the redness gathering on your cheeks was from the alcohol or the way Adam called you beautiful in return for your small comment.

Stiles wasn’t having any of it. “Okay, Adam… how many sexual partners have you had?” He asked with a straight face, feeling uneasy from the flirting happening in front of him. He didn’t appreciate the way the other man was looking to your chest, not even trying to behave. At least Stiles had the decency to respect you enough to look away. His lips though did perk up at the blank expression now facing him from Adam himself.

“I , ugh.. man, I don’t know. Like, more than five, less than ten?” Adam replied, clearly not prepared for the showdown Stiles had planned.

“Isn’t that kind of a red flag, Y/N? The dude doesn’t even know how many girls he’s screwed.” Stiles stated, his eyes looking down to you. He didn’t let you answer, nor, did he look away from you when he continued his questioning. “What color are Y/N’s eyes? Just curious since you’re so interested in what’s happening a little further down.”

“They’re.. dude it’s dark in here, I don’t know-“

“She has [color] eyes. Something you’d be able to answer if you weren’t being such a perv.” Stiles leaned back in the barstool, trying to not feel so smug and proud for pulling apart the man in front of him. Although he was enjoying himself, he was also disappointed that the men you’ve brought forward tonight weren’t even close to being in your league. You deserved to be happy.

Adam was quick to cower before dropping from the stool, shuffling off across the room until he was hidden from your view. You sighed, “Wow, Stiles. Really hit that one hard. What are you going to do to the next one? Ask them to whip their dick out, see if it’s big enough!?” You were beginning to feel hopeless, the tone of your voice reflecting anger and despair. You just wanted to shut your eyes and wake up in your dorm room, curled on your bed, binge-watching Netflix with a pint of ice cream. Maybe Stiles was right from the beginning… maybe you shouldn’t have dragged yourself here tonight. You wondered if Scott was having better luck than you.

Stiles downed the last of his drink, his hand gently clasping over your wrist as his other wiped his mouth “There won’t be a next one” He said quietly beside your ear, causing the hairs on your next to stand. He pulled back with softened eyes and a slight frown upon his lips, head shaking softly, “This isn’t about the deal anymore. Y/N… honestly, none of those guys were good enough for you. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your friend and I liked to watch them squirm. They either were horny bastards who clearly wanted sex, not a relationship. Or they didn’t have any future prospects, like you, like you’ve been working so hard for. They weren’t long-term. You deserve someone long-term.”

“Someone that will always be there for me?” You could barely hear the words fall from your lips, but Stiles did. His frown slightly lifting as he realized that you were beginning to understand the reasoning for his behavior. “Someone that has… always… been there for me?”

“Yeah.” Now it was him who whispered, unable to look away from your growing eyes. He stared intently at you as he replayed short bursts of memories over and over in his head about what made you so amazing. So special. So perfect. He knew that if anybody was going to treat you right, treat you as the gorgeous-hearted person you are, then it was him. Undoubtedly.

“I think it would be unfair if we backed out of the deal.” Your smile grew quickly, finally able to see that the comfort you’ve had beside you for all of these years was everything you’ve been searching for. It just needed a push.

“I mean, if you’re cool with that… I’m definitely cool with that, by the way.”

You nodded at his reassurance, “We can watch a movie, we can cuddle with your arms wrapped around me, make out a little?” You were glued to his eyes still, the tension and intimacy from such a simple action was only making your heart burst.

“That’s perfect, Y/N. It’s a date.”

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 (18+)

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“𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. “𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭.” 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭. “𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐮𝐡? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬.

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Omg for the prompts: “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up” !!!! It can be for whatever character/real Dylan, doesn’t matter, I know you’ll do it justice 😄

OoOOoOo!

I realllllllly hope I can, anon. I'm sure as hell gonna try ;)

I'm gonna write this with Dylan, because I'm the most confident in my ability to write him well. I hope that's okay <3 This is phone sex... so like... warning?

Prompt list HERE

Tell Me

What hell time is it? Is that your phone? God, you hated falling asleep on the couch. You always woke up so confused. It was just supposed to be one more episode, but that turned into four and at some point, you'd fallen asleep. It took you a few moments to come around to even be certain your phone was actually ringing before you reached over and snatched it from the coffee table. 4 AM.

"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath before you registered who was calling. It was Dylan. You swiped to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hey, you."

"Is everything okay?" you asked, rubbing your knuckles into your eye to clear the fog.

"Yeah. Everything's fine."

That was a relief, but now you were a little annoyed. "You do realize it's four in the morning here, right?"

"Shit."

You could tell by his tone that it had entirely slipped his mind that he was on the other side of the world. He was filming in Australia, and even after three weeks, he hadn't quite sorted out that he was living almost a full day in the future.

"I'm sorry. I'm an ass. I just..."

He sounded genuinely sorry, and you couldn't really be upset when you heard his voice. It was hard to find time to talk when he was so far away, so now was honestly as good a time as any.

"Just what?"

"Nothin'..."

He was doing that stupid annoyingly cute thing he did where he feigns being coy when he really has nefarious intent.

"Dyl?" you questioned, sitting up a bit on the couch.

"It's just..." he paused, but when he started talking again, his tone changed. There was a slick darkness to it. "I miss you..."

This little shit called for phone sex at 4 in the fucking morning!? "Are you seriously— If you called just to get off on my voice, I'm hanging up."

"Well..." he hummed. "I didn't just call to get off on your voice." It was annoying that he could be so charming while he was perving from another continent.

"Oh no?"

"Thought I could get you off on mine too."

Distance was a frequent enemy for the two of you, so you were no strangers to phone sex, but he wasn't usually so forward. It generally just kind of organically happened during a conversation that began elsewhere.

"You still there?"

"Yeah, yeah...I'm here."

"Well..." His voice was sweet like honey, "interested?

You rolled over onto your back and stared up at the ceiling, listening to him softly breathing as he awaited your response.

"Yes."

"Mmm," he hummed in approval. "Good." You heard a few shuffling sounds before he spoke again. "So I woke you, huh? Wish I was in that bed with you."

You smiled. "I'm on the couch."

"Mmm, okay...What are you wearing?" His voice is muffled for a short moment, like he was blocking his mic.

You look down at your body and grinned because you knew he'd like it. "Those little shorts you like and one of your t-shirts..."

"Mmm."

You could hear the smile on his face.

"Which one?" More shuffling.

"Icee..."

"Oh, I like that one...can't believe I left it there."

"I thought you left it for me," you teased.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm..." you wiggled a bit, getting more comfortable. "Looks better on me..."

Dylan laughed softly. "You're right..."

You smirked, worrying your lower lip between your teeth for a moment before you posed a question of your own. "What about you? What are you wearing?"

"Nothing."

"Oh." Your eyes widened. That must have been what you'd been hearing. He'd been taking off his clothes. "Not wasting any time..."

"Mmm, nope. You should probably catch up."

"Yeah?" you questioned, looking around the room at the floor-to-ceiling windows. "You want me to strip naked right here in the living room?"

"It's 4 AM... no one's gonna see..."

You considered just telling him you were naked when you weren't, but that hint of mischief in his voice emboldened you a bit. You set your phone on the arm of the couch behind you and pulled his t-shirt up over your head, accidentally knocking your phone off onto the rug.

"What was that?"

You picked it up from the floor. "The phone was a casualty of my superior stripping skills," you smiled.

He huffed out a little amused breath. "You naked yet?"

"No...not entirely."

"Shirtless?"

"Mhm."

The little groan he let out was so amusing to you. You wished you could see him. He always looked so good when he was desperate.

"Cold in here..." You ran your fingertips down the center of your chest, hoping he was imagining how you must look with your nipples peaked.

"Fuck..." he muttered. "Wish I was there to suck on those pretty things..."

Those words struck a chord and you traced your finger around one of your breasts, tantalizingly slow. You loved how he practically worshipped you with his mouth. You were sure he'd explained every inch of your skin with his mouth and tongue, but his particular fondness for teasing your breasts was well-documented.

"Touch them..." his breathing was a bit more uneven than it'd been before. "Squeeze your nipples and imagine it's me."

You sighed as your fingers traced over the hardened peak of your breast before you pinned it between your thumb and forefinger. You moaned as your eyes fluttered closed and your mind's eye conjured up a hazy image of him.

"Good?" he asked, his voice slick and low. You knew him so well you could tell his mouth was hanging open.

"Yes."

"Tell me..."

Your free hand glided across your skin to the other breast and your squeezed it in your hand, palming it gently before you pinched your nipple between your index and middle finger. "Feels good, but your mouth would feel better..."

"Shit..." His curse was abbreviated by a stuttered intake of breath. "You'd be writhing on the couch if I had my mouth on you."

You laughed softly, your hand gliding down to your navel, tracing soft little patterns on your skin. "Thinkin' about that making you hard?"

"I've been hard since you picked up the phone."

Those words hit different. The warmth that spread through you made your fingers and toes tingle, and you felt the desire pooling up between your legs. He'd made you wet with just a few little words.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Not yet."

You were impressed. He could behave sometimes, but he wasn't generally one to deny himself pleasure.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, practically purring into the phone.

You closed your eyes again and imagined him laying there naked on his bed, hard and desperate to touch himself, then you imagined the flex of his arm pulling the tendons to the surface when his long fingers wrapped their way around his length.

"Yes."

"You take those shorts off yet?"

Your fingers were teasing at the waistband of them, but you still had them on. "No."

"Take them off."

You obeyed, even though you knew it was more a request than a demand. You slid them down along with your underwear and kicked them off the side of the couch. "They're off..." you breathed, your fingertips gliding up the side of your thigh.

"Good..." he paused for a moment. "Want you to touch yourself when I do...at the same time."

"Okay..." you agreed, your hand gliding up over your thigh until your hand was resting near the heat of your core. You wished he was here. Wishing your hand was his. You missed him so badly you were burning need. Being with him like this was almost torturous because it only made you want him more, but it was better than not having him at all.

"Now."

You moaned as your fingers slipped into your heat. You were so wet already and it felt so good to hear the sounds he made in your ear.

"Feel good?" he panted.

"Mmmm," you hummed, chewing at your lip. "So good...I'm so wet..."

"Got you soaking our couch and I don't even get a taste..." he grunted before he continued. "That's such a fucking shame...you should probably do that for me too..."

Your finger swirled around your clit and you pressed your head back into the cushions as your back arched.

"Tell me how you taste..."

Your toes curled up when you could finally start to hear the sound of his fist working him over, the way his breathing was growing more erratic by the second. You wanted to please him, drive him as insane with need as you felt. You traced along your lower lip with your slick index finger before your tongue wet it and you drew it into your mouth.

The sinful noise he made when you exaggerated the sound of sucking on your finger let you know he was as desperate as you. "Tell me..." he whispered.

"Good...the way I always do..." you breathed, sliding your hand back down your body and between your legs. "But I wish I was sucking on something else..."

"Oh, God..." Dylan said between his teeth. "I wish I could fuck your mouth...so fucking bad."

"Mmm..." You squirmed imagining his hands in your hair, tugging you over his length while he bucks down your throat, but what you really wanted was him buried so deep inside you that you'd forget your name. "Just my mouth?"

He growled at that, the pace of that satisfying slapping sound of his fist quickening a touch more. "No."

You slipped your fingers back inside yourself and curled them up into that sweet spot inside you that made you see little stars. "What would you'd do if you were here right now...?"

He didn't answer right away, but you could still hear the frantic pace of his hand bringing him closer to release. "I'd pin you down on that couch...fold you in half...and fuck you so deep..." He sounded so breathless and gone that you knew he was on the brink. "Make you cum...feel you squeeze around me...fill you to the fuckin' brim..."

Your orgasm was building, like a wave just offshore about to break. The pressure, that ache for release. You were so close. "Dylan...I want you so fucking bad..."

"Me too, baby..." His words were soaked in sin, but there was a sweetness behind them too.

You were so God damn close, and knowing he was right there with you was making the whole thing so much better.

"Baby, holy fucking shit...I'm so close..." he didn't speak for a moment, but the sinful sounds coming out of his mouth didn't stop. He was moaning low and soft, and you could hear the way he was struggling to keep pace, and then it was like a rubber band snapped. "Fuck!" He called out your name and you knew he'd finished.

Your name on his tongue was more than enough to have you base jumping off that same ledge. You cried out in pleasure, his name and half-formed praise falling from your lips as you rode the high of release. You basked in the way it felt to be connected to him even though he was a world away. You nursed yourself through the throes of it, all the while listening to Dylan's heavy breathing in your ear.

"I fucking love you."