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"You have plans after this?"
You blinked up at the stage, ignoring the cheers and laughter around you. Your eyes were locked on his crooked grin as he slowly looked you up and down for the second time. He had sized you up quickly when you had first stepped in front of the mic set up in the aisle beside your seat, but this...this was different. His gaze was slow and you could see where it lingered around your hips and thighs.
"With you, princess...if you're free." He winked at you. Your mouth fell open. His laugh echoed around the room as the person behind you nudged you. You felt a hand around your wrist. Your friend tugged you back into your seat, giggling at your stunned expression.
By the time you had the sense to answer him. The line beside you was considerably shorter. Fuck, how much time had passed? You frowned and looked back to the stage, but his attention was on someone else. You smiled. He really was always so attentive with his fans.
You were still pretty dazed as your friends pulled you from the emptying room. It was somewhere around the obstacle course that you groaned, scaring your friend.
"I can't believe I didn't answer him!!! What is wrong with me?"
"You can always message him online later. You're too cute! He'll remember you." She poked your cheek.
"Ughhh, doubt it. There's so many people here." You were too busy pouting to turn to your friend when she started patting at your shoulder. "He's already forgotten me. Also, ow! Why do you keep smacking-" You turned.
"I'd never forget you, beautiful." This time your friend was close enough to elbow you out of the stunned silence.
"Ow! Um, I mean...hi." He grinned widely, pausing to wave at a couple passing fans. He turned his red eyes back to you.
"So are you free? I've got some time before my next stage thing."
"She's free!" Your friend nudged you toward him and gave some excuse to leave that you didn't hear. You were too busy staring at the man in front of you. He looked so much bigger now that he was next to you. He was easily a foot taller than you...and his shoulders were so wide...and muscular.
"Come on, princess. This way." You flushed when he grabbed your hand and tugged you back towards the hall you had just left from. He passed the entrance and turned down a smaller hallway instead. He slapped his forehead when he reached a door with his name taped to it.
"Shit, is this creepy? Just thought we could hang out without me getting distracted by other people out there. We can go back. This was stupid." You giggled.
"Glad I'm not the only one who's nervous."
His crooked grin was back and he scratched at the back of his neck with the hand not wrapped around yours. You moved past him to open the door, tugging him in behind you. He released your hand and removed his mask...and his shirt. Fuck, he was so hot. He grabbed a black tank from the back of the sofa. A whine escaped your lips when he pulled it on. When he looked up at you, his gaze lingered on your red cheeks.
"See somethin' you like?"
"Uh huh." His grin faltered for a moment, but settled into a softer smile.
"Me too."
You walked up to him, leaving barely any space between you. You let your gaze move slowly up from the pecs at your eye level to his cut shoulders...to his collarbone...to his neck. You saw he gulped. His lips were partially open. You licked your lips and looked up into his eyes. There was a haze in them that wasn't there before. Something stronger than your nervousness stirred inside of you.
"Kiss me." His hand moved to your face. You realized another was on your hip, but were unsure when he'd placed it there. His touch was gentle and his skin was so soft for someone with a hardening quirk. He groaned when your tongue licked the thumb he brushed against your bottom lip.
"Please..." His lips were on you, so soft and light at first like he was worried he'd break you. You pressed up against him, twisting your hands into the front of his shirt. He let you pull him closer. You teased your tongue into his mouth. His hands were now gripping your ass. You gasped when he lifted you up. He walked around the sofa, settling you onto his lap.
"Anything else you want, princess?" You felt dizzy from the way he was looking at you. He was just so strong and gentle and so fucking manly. You nodded, but kissed him instead of answering. You felt something large hardening beneath you and realized you had started grinding against him.
"Fuck me...please."
"Fucking hell..."He groaned and buried his head against you. He kissed your shoulder. "Don't..." He kissed your neck. "...say..." He kissed beneath your ear. "...that." You whined at the feel of his husky voice on your skin.
"Why not?" He groaned when you moved roughly against his lap. He pulled his head back and placed a hand under your chin. He kissed the pout forming on your lips.
“Because I don’t think that’s a good idea."
“But I want you.”
“Fuck…don’t look at me like that. Just wanna take you out and spoil you first. Wouldn’t be very manly of me to have our first time in some random room back stage.”
“Oh, I dunno. Getting me off sounds pretty damn chivalrous to me.” You moved the hand under your chin back to your hip. You smiled when his grip moved you up and down his length. You took off your Red Riot tank and tossed it behind you. "Don't worry, handsome. You can spoil me after." He groaned.
"Fuck..." You gasped when he stood up and sat you back down in his seat. He kneeled in front of you, pulled his shirt over his head, and gripped the flesh of your thighs peeking over your socks. He licked his lips as he spread your legs open.
"You'll be too tired to do anythin' after this, princess."