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Your name is Karkat Vantas, and your imbecile friends dragged you out to celebrate your birthday. You were more than happy to spend the evening peacefully alone inside, curled up on your couch with your favorite movies. But no, instead they insisted on dragging you to a bar so you can waste your night sitting on the hard stools and watching them have fun. You sigh into your drink, leaning your elbow on the grimy counter. At least they're not forcing you to be the designated driver again. Thank god for small birthday miracles, you guess.
You turn to watch your group dancing, shrieking with laughter as they spin and bounce around each other. You snicker as Aradia pulls Sollux into a dance, his sharp elbows flying as he struggles to keep up with her fluid movement. Jealousy jolts through you as you notice Terezi and Vriska huddled together, their hands roaming. You huff and turn back around. Whatever, it's not like you care what Terezi does. She made it abundantly clear that she's not interested, so if she wants to dance with the most insufferable bitch imaginable then that's fine.
Grinding your teeth, you wave down the bartender and order two more shots. If they aren't forcing you to be the responsible one for once, you intend to take full advantage of the opportunity. You absentmindedly chew on your straw as you wait for your drinks, keeping your eyes focused on the bar instead of the bullshit scenario playing out on the dance floor.
The bartender returns with your shots, and quickly departs before you can thank them. Great, even they don't want to be near your miserable ass. With a sigh, you grab your shots and toss them back one after another, grimacing at the taste. Heat immediately blooms in your belly, bordering on nausea. You hurriedly chug your original drink in an attempt to wash the rancid taste of tequila out of your mouth. Why the fuck didn't you order a chaser? Goddamn idiot.
The warmth spreads to your face, your nose and lips tingling. You heave another sigh, this time of relief. You love this part, when the drinks help take the edge off of your anger rather than amplifying it. It lets you feel almost soft, for once.
You spin back around to watch the dancing, pointedly keeping your eyes off of the Terezi/Vriska shitshow. At least your other friends are fun to watch. They've learned a long time ago not to try to pull you out to the floor with them, but when they notice you watching they'll do their best to make you laugh. Nepeta catches your eye and grins, and throws herself into exaggerated twirls and hops before crashing into Feferi, sending them both stumbling. Laughter bubbles from your throat, ugly and loud. Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth and smother it before anyone hears. Nepeta and Feferi are holding each other and laughing as well, now spinning each other in tight circles.
Your eyes trail across other dancers before landing on a tall blond man near the edge. He's not dancing, just holding a drink and bobbing his head to the beat. You squint at him. Is he wearing fucking sunglasses? Indoors? What a douchebag.
You scoff and turn back to the bar. Your glass is tragically empty and your thoughts are a little too coherent for your tastes. You try to flag down the bartender, but they're either absorbed in what they're doing or they're purposefully ignoring you. Defeated, you lean your chin into your palms and continue chewing on your straw. They should have left you at home. At least there you can pour your own drinks and sit on your own goddamned couch.
An elbow slides into view, and you glance up to see the douchebag from earlier leaning on the bar next to you. You roll your eyes and return to moping.
"Are you a parking ticket?" the voice next to you asks. "Because you've got fine written all over you."
You scrunch your face in confusion. "What the fuck?"
The man next to you grins. "Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see."
Narrowing your eyes, you glare at the man. "Are you making fun of me? What the hell is your problem?"
His eyebrows quirk in confusion. "No, I just, uh...I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?"
You roll your eyes. "Get fucked, and leave me alone."
He grins again, leaning closer to you. "I'm hoping to do one of those tonight, for sure."
You choke and whirl to face him. Up close you can see the dusting of freckles across his face, a light flush spread across his cheeks. You raise an eyebrow. Normally you'd launch into a shitfit to get him to leave you alone, but...he's not that bad. It is your birthday, after all.
"Buy me drinks and I'll think about it," you say, leaning back on your elbow, holding up your empty glass and shaking it.
Surprise flickers across his face before vanishing back into a smirk. "That I can do. What's your poison?" His voice is deep, and there's a hint of a drawl. Fuck, you're such a sucker for accents. Heat curls in your belly, a blush spreading up your neck.
"Tequila, two shots."
He raises his eyebrows. "Damn, not playing around, huh? I can respect that." He waves down the bartender, who immediately comes to him much to your annoyance. Fuck you too, bartender. They return with the drinks, each of you getting two shots each.
He hands you a glass, and taps his against it. "Cheers, then."
You shoot the tequila and grimace, your nose curling in disgust and coughing. The man looks at you in disbelief, sucking on a lime.
"Dude, did you not use the salt? Or the lime?" He laughs. "That's intense, what the hell?"
Embarrassment floods over you, scratching your nose awkwardly. "Is that what those are for? I thought it was just dumbass decoration."
"No, they help it not taste like straight ass. Here, this time try licking the salt of the rim first, and then you suck on the lime afterwards." He hands you your second glass.
Your tongue darts out along the rim, gathering salt crystals before tipping the drink back. You immediately put the lime in your mouth, sucking the juice. Your eyebrows raise in shock. "What the fuck, that actually wasn't terrible. Are you really telling me that I've been drinking tequila wrong this entire goddamn time?"
He laughs, his shoulders shaking with amusement. "Glad I could help, I guess." He nudges his shoulder against yours. "The name's Dave."
His shoulder is warm against you, your skin feels like it's on fire where he's pressed against you. You swallow heavily before answering. "Karkat."
"Karkat, huh? I like it, it suits you. " He drawls, smiling at you. Your eyes widen when he says your name. You've never really liked your name, but when Dave says it...well.
The heat from his arm and the drinks seem to flood you all at once, you just know that your entire face is red. You press further into his side, wanting to feel more of his body on yours.
Dave lifts a hand to your chin, gently turning your face towards his. His warm breath ghosts across your face. "So Karkat, d'ya mind if I kiss you?"
Your eyes flutter as you nod softly, lifting your face to meet his.
Dave's lips are chapped yet soft, fitting perfectly against yours. He hums contentedly as you move your lips against his. Your arm reaches up to curl around his neck, and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He moans softly as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, nipping it gently. His tongue runs over your lips and you part your mouth, allowing him to lick into your mouth. A pang of arousal so heavy it's nearly painful strikes your lower belly, a moan escaping you. You pull back panting, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. You wish you could see his eyes to see what look he's giving you. His thumb is still on your chin, and you curl your hand around his wrist to bring his fingers to your mouth. Keeping your eyes locked on him, you pull his index finger into your mouth, your tongue curling around it. His mouth opens into a small 'o' as he watches. You gently suck his finger, making a big show of slowly pulling it out of your mouth. His ears are bright red, and even despite the shades you can see his flustered expression.
You press a kiss to the tip of his finger. "Where do you want me?" You ask lowly.
Dave gasps, "Oh, fuck. Bathroom?"
Rolling your eyes, you grin and nod. You slide off of your stool, your hand still wrapped around his wrist as you weave your way through the crowd to the back of the building. He adjusts his hand so he can curl his fingers around yours, the sensation sending flutters through your chest.
Dave leans over you to push the door to the bathroom open, and pulls you into an open stall. He tugs your hand and pulls you flush against him, his hands on your back to pull you tight. He leans down to press another kiss to your lips, and you waste no time in deepening it. Your tongue slides against his as his hands roam your back, slipping beneath your sweater to feel your skin. You gasp at the sensation of his hands on you, and quickly bring your own to his waist. Your fingers slip beneath his shirt, softly trailing over the skin above his pants.
His fingers fly to your pants, quickly unbuttoning them and slipping his hand inside. His fingers dip inside your boxers, softly brushing your curls. His hand stills for a moment, and you tense, pulling back from the kiss. You forgot to fucking tell him. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but he's back to kissing you with renewed vigor, his hand cupped against you.
"Fuck, do you even understand how hot you are?" Dave pants against your mouth. "Driving me crazy, man." He removes his hand from your back and pulls your hand against him, pressing it into the lump in his jeans. "Do you feel how much I need you right now?"
You gulp and palm him through his jeans, his hips bucking as groans into the kiss. You wind your fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and tug his head back to expose his long neck, pressing kisses into his skin. He shivers with each kiss, and when you lick a stripe up his neck to his ear, he whimpers. You grin against his skin, thrilled that you can affect him this way.
His fingers begin moving against you again, slowly rubbing against you. Your eyes flutter closed as you gasp, instinctively trying to spread your legs wider. His fingertips dip down to your opening, unbelievably slick before dragging back up to rub small circles on your dick. Your entire body shudders with the sensation, your hands moving to clutch at his shoulders.
Dave takes his chance to mouth at your neck, biting softly. You cry out softly, overwhelmed with the sensations flooding over you. He pulls back to look at you. "You good? Is this ok?"
You nod furiously, pulling him in for another kiss. He grins against your lips. "Tell me if I'm going too far, okay?"
He presses a finger into you, slowly. You gasp and dig your fingers into his shoulders, desperately trying to ground yourself. He pulls his finger out and you whimper at the loss before he's pressing a second into you, gently thrusting them into you. Your head hits the stall door as you throw it back, rattling the structure. Distantly you're aware of a snicker from outside the stall, but you're too absorbed in the moment to give a shit.
You're so focused on the slide of his fingers inside of you that you didn't realize how close you were already. You grab his wrist to still his movements, gasping. "Wait, wait, wait. I don't wanna come yet, I need a second." He stops immediately, kissing you heavily. Guiding his hand out of your pants, you move to undo his button. "Pull these down, I need to see you."
His hands fly to his waistband, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and tugging everything down. His dick springs free, already swollen red and leaking precum. You pull your jeans down to your thighs, blushing at the feeling of being so exposed. Dave holds your waist and gently turns you around to face the stall door and tugs your hips toward him so you're slightly bent. You hear the sound of foil being ripped, and look back to see him rolling on a condom. He smiles at you, running his hand over your ass. Your knees feel weak at the sight.
He grabs your hips with both hands, pulling you towards him. His dick rubs against your slick folds but doesn't press in until you whine and tilt your hips up, spreading your legs as far as you can with your jeans constricting you. Dave chuckles and uses one hand to guide himself into you.
His dick presses into you, slowly, as you both moan loudly. Almost instantly tears spring to your eyes. It's too much, you can't handle it, it's so much more overwhelming than his fingers. You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, willing yourself to hold on just a little longer. The room around you spins wildly as you lose yourself to the sensation of being fucked open by a complete stranger. The only thing grounding you to yourself is the pressure of his hand on your hip, gripping you hard enough to bruise. The wet slaps of flesh on flesh echo through the small space, Dave's grunts and your gasps filling the air. You're grateful to be facing away from him so he can't see the tears leaking from your eyes.
Dave leans forward so he's draped over your back, hooking an arm around your middle and kissing your neck. His other hand leaves your hip to snake around to your front to rub your dick and you gasp as lightning jolts through your veins. You keen at the touch, your hands scrabbling to hold tight to his arm. Just breathe, just relax, it's okay, you keep telling yourself. Gritting your teeth, you lean your forehead onto the stall door and a choked sob escapes you.
Instantly Dave stills, the loss of motion relieving and devastating all at once. "Hey man, talk to me. You okay?" he asks.
You try to answer, to tell him yes of course you're fine, but the only sound you can make is a low moan and sniffle.
"Oh shit, okay, it's okay. I'm pulling out now, okay?" he babbles as he slowly pulls himself out of you. "See, it's okay, I'm out, it's okay." You feel uncomfortably empty without him inside of you and gasp a breath. "I'm going to turn you around, okay?"
You feel his hands on your shoulder gently pulling you around to face him, and you hide your face in your hands so he can't see what a goddamn mess you are. What is wrong with you? Why can't you just hook up with a cute boy without making it a federal fucking issue? Shame floods through you, hot in your gut.
"I'm gonna pull your pants up now, okay? It's okay, I've got you," he says, keeping up a stream of words to keep the silence from killing you. He gently tugs your pants back up and buttons them, pulls your sweater back down so it's fully covering you. His hands run along your shoulders and arms in an attempt to comfort you. "What happened?"
Your shoulders shake with silent sobs as you shake your head. Why is he being so nice to you? You ruined this whole night, he should be leaving you alone in the stall to find someone better to spend his evening with.
His eyebrows furrow as he frowns. "Can I hug you? Or would that be too much?" he asks, still rubbing your arm.
You nod, and feel his long arms wrapping around you. One hand goes to your hair and pets it gently as he presses a cheek against the top of your head. The other hand holds you to him, not too tight but enough that you feel supported. He holds you as you cry silently, tears slipping down your face and soaking into his shirt. He sways with you gently as you work to steady your breaths.
Eventually you get ahold of yourself and pull back from his embrace. He lets you go reluctantly, keeping a hand on your shoulder. You refuse to meet his eyes. "Sorry about that," you mumble.
Dave shakes his head, "No dude, don't be sorry. Can you tell me what happened though? Did I hurt you?"
You bite your lip. "I...I don't know. You didn't hurt me, no." your shoulders hunch up as you curl into yourself. "I really don't know what happened. I think I was just overwhelmed."
Dave lifts your chin with his hand, mirroring his movement from earlier in the evening. "You came with friends, right? Do you want me to go get them for you?"
Reluctantly you meet his eyes as best you can through his shades and nod. "The tall girl with the short hair, her name is Kanaya." He nods and presses a kiss to your forehead.
"I'll be right back then. You gonna be okay in here?" he asks.
You shrug.
Dave quirks an eyebrow at you but doesn't say anything. He tucks himself back into his pants and smooths his hair down. He scoots past you to leave, but turns to face you before stepping out of the stall. "Look, I..." he ducks his head down and rubs his neck. "I had a great time with you tonight. Thanks for spending it with me." Before you can respond, he hurries out of the stall and back into the bar, leaving you to sit in the silence.
You sit on the toilet and wrap your arms around yourself, feeling miserable.
It feels like barely a minute passes before Kanaya is barreling into the bathroom and knocking on your stall door. "Karkat? Can I come in?"
You stand and unlock the stall door, and are gathered into a tight hug. You wrap your arms around her waist and squeeze tightly. "I need to go home, can we go?"
She strokes your hair softly and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Of course, dear." she pauses. "Did you want to tell me what happened or do you need more time?"
You press your face into her shirt. "I'll tell you later."
Kanaya hesitates, then nods. She releases you from the embrace and pulls back to look you in the eye. "Please tell me if that man hurt you. You don't have to give me details if you do not wish, but if he hurt you then I need to know."
Your eyes widen as you shake your head wildly. "Fuck, no, it wasn't his fault." you sigh. "He was actually obnoxiously fucking nice about it."
She holds your eye for a moment before deciding you're telling the truth. Standing upright, she wraps an arm around your shoulder and guides you out of the bathroom and through the bar. She whips out her phone to alert the others to your departure and stands with you on the curb as you wait for everyone to file out of the building. Kanaya must have filled them in because no one comments on your tear stained face or red rimmed eyes. Sollux stands with his back against yours, which is as close to a comforting touch as you'll get with him.
Vriska pulls her van around to the front of the building and everyone piles in. Kanaya sits next to you, holding your hand comfortingly in hers. You squeeze it gently and she smiles softly at you.
One by one, everyone is dropped off at their apartments. Kanaya opts to stay over at your place tonight so you don't feel alone. Fuck, you don't deserve your friends, they're too good to you.
You unlock your front door and head straight to the bathroom to shower the shame of the night off of you. Kanaya putters around your kitchen, no doubt preparing comfort snacks for you.
You turn the water on in your shower, and while you wait for it to heat up you slowly remove your clothes. Your sweater is grimy from the shit on the bar counter, and the crotch of your pants are still damp from your earlier excitment. You grimace and toss them both in the corner, refusing to acknowledge them further. At least your jeans were black so not everyone could see how fucking embarrassing you are.
Your hands idly seek out where Dave's were gripping onto you, and you're surprised to see finger shaped bruises already appearing on your hips. You sigh and hold your hands over them, wishing that you could feel his hands on you again. You hope he's not blaming himself for tonight.
The heat of the shower is intensely relieving on your tense shoulders. You take a moment to just stand and absorb the comfort of your home, breathing deeply to ground yourself. You wash yourself off, and fuck it you're using the fancy soap. Tonight you deserve it.
You pause as you reach between your legs, the pressure of your hands highlighting the fact that you are still uncomfortably wet. Biting your lip, you begin to rub yourself, still swollen from Dave's attention, gasping. You slip two fingers inside yourself, imagining it was still Dave touching you. The thought of him being inside you mere hours ago brings you to the edge embarrassingly quickly, and you come with his name on your lips, clenching hard around your fingers.
You let the shower run until the hot water runs out, and reluctantly climb out to dry yourself off. Wrapping the towel tightly around yourself, you open the door and head to your bedroom to grab pajamas. You pull on your comfiest sweater and pants then head out to the dark living room to meet Kanaya.
She looks up from the couch and smiles at you. "How are you feeling?" she asks.
"Better," you admit. You lay on the couch and put your head in her lap, and she idly runs her fingers along your scalp and through your hair. You sigh contentedly. "I really don't know what happened, Kan. He was so fucking cute, too."
Kanaya huffs a quiet laugh. "Even with the sunglasses?"
"Even with the sunglasses," you snicker. Then you sigh. "I wish I could talk to him and make sure he's doing okay. I probably freaked him the fuck out."
"I wouldn't worry about that, dear. He'll be fine. Focus on yourself tonight, alright?" she murmurs, pulling a blanket up over your shoulders. "Happy birthday, Karkat."
You already feel yourself drifting off, a smile tugging at the edges of your lips. "Thanks, Kan. Goodnight."