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"what? you don't wanna?" after watching maeve dance the whole night, feeling her body pressed up tight against his amongst the crowd of sweaty drunks, joe couldn't help but feel like he needed more from her than simply feeling the outline of her curves through her skimpy clothes. "c'mon, babe... no one's gonna notice. you keep that cute little skirt on and sit yourself right here." with her hand over his, he forced her to cup the weight of his bulge through his jeans.
" i didn't say that.. " her head tilts to the sides, scanning his face before the hint of a smile appears. she'd felt the tension building between them, felt him pressing into her backside as they danced and truthfully she was absolutely aching for him. her thighs squeeze together, seeking any relief where she needs him the most and she doesn't bother thinking very hard... she was going to give him anything he wanted anyway. eyelashes flutter as he places her hand against his bulge, before nodding. " yeah, okay. " she doesn't waste time, lifting her hips and settling into his lap.
"lurking? i don't lurk." he all but scoffs, though the mischievous glint to his eye never leaves. in truth, he was giving her brother space to sort out whatever the hell situation the bennett got himself into with someone they met at the warehouse party. aaron could only go so far as a wingman for his best friend before it was out of his hands, thus resulting in him bunkering down in the spare bedroom, which he'd obviously wandered from. whether he came into contact with jordan or not was completely by chance, and not at all even a little planned. "innocent me was minding my own business, getting a glass of h2o. then, all of a sudden, you come running at me around the corner like an olympic athlete." he knew her antics, and he knew how to play along well enough to either lighten the mood whenever they got into an argument over something stupid, or double down on making it worse. it was a risk aaron had chanced countless times before, he wasn't about to stop now just because they weren't together anymore. it's clear that he's taken her off guard, which causes the smirk turning his lips to grow a little. "huh," he starts, a pensive pause hanging in the air as dark eyes examine her features for a brief moment. "well... you missed a good one." and he may have missed her, or whatever, having caught himself thinking about jordan as if someone else had cruelly planted reminders for him to find throughout the night.
" mhm, you lurk a little bit. " it takes effort to bite back the smile that wants to tug at her lips, instead settling for an amused roll of her eyes. jordan doesn't even care to question where her brother is at the moment, knowing he must have been off chasing his new flavor of the month. but there's a part of her that feels relief to see aaron back here, because she's not even close to being in a place yet where she can think about him doing the same. " first of all, innocent and you don't belong in the same sentence. " finally, she lets a grin widen across her lips, a soft giggle bubbling in her throat. " second, i wasn't running, i was obviously power walking. " sarcasm drips from her lips, not surprised the two were falling into classic banter, the same antics as always whether they were together or not. moving a damp curl behind her ear, she's still painfully aware of the compromising position she'd been found in, and yet she wasn't making any move to scurry off to her room. " did i? " she questioned, eyebrow raised in curiosity before nodding her head. there was slight irony in the fact that she'd directly avoided going out tonight because of him, only for the two to wind up alone together anyway. " good to know. "
waiting for her response felt like an eternity, his suggestion thrown as a playful joke yet there was nothing but truth lingering behind it. “yeah ?" his eyebrows raised in question, hands occupied with the dishes as he threw a quick glance her way. "and if i beat him up, am i still considered one of your brother's friends ?” he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, knowing her brother wouldn't be happy either way – both outcomes would manage to piss him off but he was already in too deep to back off.
despite her nonchalance, jordan waits with bated breath to hear his response. truly, she's felt herself gravitated towards the male lately and the idea of going out was something she was considering breaking the rule she'd made with her brother ages ago. it had never been an issue until now, until him. light laughter spills past her lips, nose scrunching and she's grateful for the chaos happening outside of the kitchen and in the living room so nobody can hear their conversation. " wow, now that is a tempting idea. " jordan smiled, glancing over at him. " think i'd pay to see that. "
a CLOSED STARTER for @starbrsts ft. KANE ADAMS ( bio ) | setting: a bar | suggested connections: perfect strangers, a neighbour (or someone he's seen around a few times for other reasons), a fan of the band, the friend/sister of an acquaintance ( feel free to hmu )
"Listen, darlin', I ain't tryna be that guy, but if you keep throwin' those looks my way, I reckon I'm gonna have to do somethin' about it."
" i have no idea what you're talking about. " the playful smile that tugs at her full lips gives her away instantly, flipping blonde hair over her shoulder. she'd been making eyes at her neighbor all night, giving into the tension that had been building between them. " i'd be really curious what you'd do about it though? y'know, if i was throwing you these so called looks. "
“because i’d like to think i know you ,” better than anyone . a confidant . a woman who deserves as much as she gives and he’d been consumed lately with riding that he hadn’t thought much about anything else . until now , when he sees her again .
a warmth stirs in her stomach, basking in the glow of his presence. he was right, and while savannah never found it easy to admit, there was no denying that he knew her. " mhm, i suppose you do. " her head tilts to the side, allowing herself a moment to study him, having not seen nearly enough of him lately. " i know you too, though. don't forget it. "
lukas' vibrato is stripped away in these quieter moments, seeking them out with the intention to buy time alone with her. it's surprising that her brother hadn't caught on to his motive given how out of character it was. all of them were puzzle pieces to his grand plan that involved chasing after her. " why not ? " his hands dry the plate in his hand, tone ambiguous. " i mean, did he tell you not to ? or is it a personal preference ? because i could kick his ass if i had to. "
jordan was usually good at resisting temptation, but there was something about lukas that kept drawing her in. he'd always seemed to seek her out, stealing moments alone and sinking into effortless conversation. it wasn't often that she felt so comfortable around someone without suspicion, but surely that was all part of his charm. eyes flicked towards him again, lips pulling up slightly in satisfaction that he'd care enough to ask why. " because. " she shrugged lightly, moving to pass another plate his way, fingers brushing against his hand for only a second. " no, he didn't necessarily tell me not to, it's just easier that way. less messy. " she explained, though she's starting to question why she's stuck to the rule when her brother hadn't had always had the same respect when it came to her friends. light laughter bubbled inside of her at his next words, feeling all worries float away replaced with a grin. " wow, now that i'd love to see. "
asher kept his eyes on the screen, but his attention was all on her. he heard the shift in her voice before he even looked at her - soft, almost shy. that quiet kind of awe that made his chest go tight. “yeah,” he said simply, offering a half-smile as he glanced her way. “of course i would.” it wasn’t a big deal - not to him. but seeing the way she looked at him just then, like he’d done something special, made him feel like maybe it was. he looked back at the tv, like it might help ground him. it didn’t. “i mean, you’re good. i’ve heard some of the stuff you’ve played around with. you’ve got a real shot if you want it.” he paused, moving in his seat. “and i’ve been around long enough to know that sometimes all someone needs is for the right person to listen. i can’t promise anything, but i can at least open a door.” he didn’t usually offer this kind of thing - hell, he barely let most people past surface-level small talk. but lennon was different. she’d earned her space here without trying. he finally looked at her again, just for a second too long. the kind of glance that gave away more than he meant it to. “i just want you to have options, you know? you don’t have to spend forever wrangling two chaotic little girls and making mediocre grilled cheese with me.”
although it was taking her very best attempts to conceal how she was feeling, lennon felt her lips turning up into a smile anyway. it wasn't just his offer, but the easy, nonchalant confirmation that he'd do something like that for her. a warm blush tinted her cheeks, heart squeezing and she can't help but steal glances his way in pure adoration. he might not have thought he was doing anything too crazy by passing along her music to a few contacts, but to her it made her feel seen and cherished. like he cared for her as much as she had grown to care for him. "that's really really nice. seriously, one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me." she laughed softly, in slight disbelief but nevertheless completely grateful. and although lately she was growing more confused about what she wanted, or rather who she wanted, still it would be silly not to accept his generous offer. "an open door sounds perfect." the brunette giggled, nodding as she glanced away in search of some composure before she got too giddy. the late hour and long day were definitely to blame. right? it only lasted for a moment though, the warmth of his eyes on her had her looking back, locking momentarily with his. "i know." her eyebrows furrowed, stomach doing somersaults, wishing she could fully convey how satisfied she is right here. "maybe i want to spend forever doing those things though."
“i love you” during sex is such an insane level of horny to me. one side moaning i love you feeling so vulnerable and full of everything at once as is that it just slips like that, and the other letting it sink in for a moment and it fogs their mind more than it already is with pleasure and adoration to then groan that they love them so much more and fuck them harder about it. as if to let it sink in more for them. feel me love you. pouring it inside, moaning at how it feels good to love you. oh how i love you i love you i love you
❝ it's my club and i don't want him in here. matter of fact ... any guy that looks at you might just get his ass thrown out tonight. ❞
" you're ridiculous.. do you realize how ridiculous that sounds? " eyes roll dramatically, arms crossing and lips forming into a pout. and yet, amara can't help the sense of satisfaction she feels over the territory he's marked tonight. even if it resulted in her date getting thrown out. " if you wanted all of my attention that badly you could have just asked. "
