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emotioning[ Tipsy Thursdays, at her favorite local college bar, The Electric Bao, are a highlight of her week.
She's extra grateful to be going out this time, with midterms past her and a very full schedule in the coming week. Said schedule is a problem for a future version of herself, though, as she intends to get very giggly drunk, dance with her girlfriends, and cap off the night eating cheap noodles around the corner from her flat. Her phone chimes out as a flurry of group texts go off and she pauses curling her bangs to look down at the conversation blobs, a bunch of bouncing "typing" dots flickering off and on. Laughing at the cat gif demanding where r u hoes???, she finishes the curl on her hair, picks up her phone and her purse, and makes her way to the door.
Along the way, she checks her reflection, smoothing out her skirt and double checking she had her wallet and keys. Satisfied with all those things, she pulls on modest heels and a leather jacket, tapping out a message to the rowdy group chat to let them know she's on her way. Door pulled shut and locked, she takes the shortcut through the nearest alley to the busier street a couple blocks up, feeling the stress of the week slough off as she blinks against the neon glow of the nightlife, the occasional bass reverb settling through her bones as she passes by clubs.
Tucked between a retro game shop and a dental office, The Electric Bao is the same as it's been for at least a decade, glossy wooden door creaking in a familiar way. Immediately, she spots the small gathering of her friends, at the one end of the bar that Ming Xia got here early to try and claim. It's not yet too loud in the bar, with the night just starting to kick off, and their excited greetings fill the space.
By the time everyone has shown up and settled, the bar is in fuller swing, the music loud in her ears, and her two drinks infusing her whole body with a pleasant warmth. She lets Jia Ling pull her into a dance (and then another, and another after that), before she heads back to her seat for some water and a shot. As she's leaning onto the bar top to flag down Richie, the bartender, the sight lines clear for the first time that night. And in so doing, she spots the obvious foreigner, at first amused he managed to find this place instead of ending up at one of the tourist bars further up the strip.
Her second thought, as Richie deposits her water glass and alcohol, is he looks like he's by himself. The third thought, which collides with her asking Richie what the tourist is drinking, is that he's extremely cute, with his brown curls and long lashes. When she gets her answer–with a bonus tip, he's Kerch–she puts another of the same on her tab, downing her shot and winking over at the stranger when his drink is delivered. ]
She's extra grateful to be going out this time, with midterms past her and a very full schedule in the coming week. Said schedule is a problem for a future version of herself, though, as she intends to get very giggly drunk, dance with her girlfriends, and cap off the night eating cheap noodles around the corner from her flat. Her phone chimes out as a flurry of group texts go off and she pauses curling her bangs to look down at the conversation blobs, a bunch of bouncing "typing" dots flickering off and on. Laughing at the cat gif demanding where r u hoes???, she finishes the curl on her hair, picks up her phone and her purse, and makes her way to the door.
Along the way, she checks her reflection, smoothing out her skirt and double checking she had her wallet and keys. Satisfied with all those things, she pulls on modest heels and a leather jacket, tapping out a message to the rowdy group chat to let them know she's on her way. Door pulled shut and locked, she takes the shortcut through the nearest alley to the busier street a couple blocks up, feeling the stress of the week slough off as she blinks against the neon glow of the nightlife, the occasional bass reverb settling through her bones as she passes by clubs.
Tucked between a retro game shop and a dental office, The Electric Bao is the same as it's been for at least a decade, glossy wooden door creaking in a familiar way. Immediately, she spots the small gathering of her friends, at the one end of the bar that Ming Xia got here early to try and claim. It's not yet too loud in the bar, with the night just starting to kick off, and their excited greetings fill the space.
By the time everyone has shown up and settled, the bar is in fuller swing, the music loud in her ears, and her two drinks infusing her whole body with a pleasant warmth. She lets Jia Ling pull her into a dance (and then another, and another after that), before she heads back to her seat for some water and a shot. As she's leaning onto the bar top to flag down Richie, the bartender, the sight lines clear for the first time that night. And in so doing, she spots the obvious foreigner, at first amused he managed to find this place instead of ending up at one of the tourist bars further up the strip.
Her second thought, as Richie deposits her water glass and alcohol, is he looks like he's by himself. The third thought, which collides with her asking Richie what the tourist is drinking, is that he's extremely cute, with his brown curls and long lashes. When she gets her answer–with a bonus tip, he's Kerch–she puts another of the same on her tab, downing her shot and winking over at the stranger when his drink is delivered. ]
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Date: 2024-08-30 01:59 am (UTC)his breath catches at the motion, and he immediately takes the hint to resume his ministrations. he hums at the taste of her skin, flattening his tongue against her nipple as she drops herself into his lap. he can't stop the groan at the weight, pulling off of her breast long enough to exhale shakily at the feeling of her nails down his chest. at the praise. ]
You're going to be the death of me.
[ he says under his breath, his hands removing from her sides long enough to shrug out of his shirt entirely. his touch isn't absent for long, wrapping his arms around her waist, tilting his head up for kiss. hungrier, this time, driven on by how tantalizingly close she is.
he wants her like this, he thinks, a hand running up her back. in his lap, where he can hold her while she takes him. but he'll let her decide what she wants to do, first. he has a vague idea, giving how her perfectly manicured nails are darting around his waistband. ]
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Date: 2024-08-31 01:24 am (UTC)Still, he takes direction like a dream, tonguing at her nipple and continuing to tease. Satisfaction curls through her, spurred on by the low groan he lets out when she finally lets her weight drop into his lap. Humming, she slowly rocks her hips against him, enjoying the warm friction and the hard outline of his cock. ]
Only a small death. [ She jokes, remembering the crude double meaning of the phrase.
When he shrugs out of his shirt, she immediately misses the pressure of his hands on her sides. And is at least rewarded with him looping his arms around her middle instead, keeping them pressed close. Her palms slide up his chest to his shoulders, smoothing along the breadth of them–touching just to touch. Eagerly, she ducks into the kiss, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth when they finally break away.
Sneaking her hand down, she works his belt out of the loops, then undoes the front of his trousers, palming him through his underwear. If they both weren't so worked up already, she would slink between his legs and blow him. But, she doesn't think either of them are going to have the patience at this point.
Well...she doesn't have the patience, right now.
As she rubs him, she shifts so her balance is more firmly planted against the bed, slipping her free hand between her own legs. She hardly needs the stimulation but strokes two fingers over her lace and hose covered clit, letting out a soft moan. Her knuckles brush against him in her motions, providing just another layer of teasing. ]
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Date: 2024-09-05 08:04 pm (UTC)god, he wants to taste her. which would require removing the stockings or ripping them. does he want to to move them? does he even have time to devour her as he wants? maybe she doesn’t want her stockings ripped.
I can buy her new ones, he thinks in his haze as he leans forward for another hungry kiss before sliding his hands under her thighs, to lift her up. she’s only in his arms for a moment as he turns to set her down on the bed properly.
one, he has to remove his pants, which he does so with an almost comical haste. two, he is almost immediately over her once he kicks off his remaining pant leg, kissing down her chest again before saying: ]
So sorry —-
[ he mumbles against her stomach as he tears a neat hole right along the seam of her stockings, pulling her lace underwear to the side. he ducks down between her legs with a swipe of his tongue through her folds. she’s wet already, and he’s dizzy with the taste as he gets himself comfortable on his stomach. ]
But I’ve needed this for the last hour and —- gods —-
[ he pulls her hips toward him before setting to his task, tongue exploring her entrance with a groan, hungrily drinking her in. he pulls back long enough to kiss the inside of her thigh and say: ]
I was going to finish with you in my lap like that, and I can’t have that.
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Date: 2024-09-18 02:26 am (UTC)Her sigh turns into a startled laugh as he lifts her and sets her down on the bed. Still grinning, she shimmies up the mattress to settle against the pillows, legs spread to make space for him once he comes back to join her. She watches with dark eyes as he strips, lower lip caught in her teeth as she thinks about all the marks she wants to leave behind.
That thought is derailed as he kisses his way down her chest, another pleased shudder running through her as she feels his mouth against her bared stomach. In the relative quiet of her room, the rip of her stockings is unmistakable, causing her to gasp softly in surprise. Right on the heels of her gasp is a low moan at the first swipe of his tongue, a spike of arousal shooting up her spine fast enough to make her feel dizzy.
She goes with his pull easily, burying a hand in his hair and echoing his sound as she feels the slide of his tongue against her entrance. ]
I'm very persuasive, I think I could've wrung another orgasm out if you had. [ But, she's touched that he's thinking of her enjoyment first. ]