#for my bachelorette party i made sure that no one had to pay more than 50 euros

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#god I HATE bachelorette parties. the worst thing to ever have come over from the us honestly #i‘m in a bridal party and the bride wants to fly somewhere. like why do you subject people to something like that #for my bachelorette party i made sure that no one had to pay more than 50 euros #and it was an amazing day! everyone had fun and i think back to it fondly #I don’t want to get on a goddamn plan and I absolutely do not want to pay for a flight. i just don’t have that kinda money atm #gaaaah i hate this. this was such a good thing about covid where shit like this just didn’t happen 🙃 #delete later

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such a flirt!

Eddie Munson x Reader (bouncer x bartender, established relationship)

May 1992

Flirting with Eddie Munson was in your top five favourite things to do. To flirt and be flirted with was written through him like a stick of rock candy. Feeling secure in your relationship, you don't let it bother you too much - you know that no matter how many women (and men) gave him doe eyes and fluttered their lashes, Eddie would be going home with you. 

That being said, you saw red when Crystal showed up. 

A follow-up to crazy-mad for you & I'm yours, all yours. (part of the Happy Hours series)

Word count: 7.9k

Content / Warnings: Jealous!Reader, feeling insecure & spiralling, comparing yourself to another person, mention of being cheated on in the past. A tiny fight (kinda). Female OC. Flirting, turned all the way up to eleven. Bi-panic 😈. This is 18+ if you are not 18 please read something else; semi-public sex, fingering, a hefty helping of dirty talk, slight perv!Eddie and mention of bruises left after sex. Eddie ‘Motormouth’ Munson, a certified menace.

This one is quite introspective, a look into Bartender-reader’s self-doubt and insecurities. 

Author’s note: Well girls, we’re back. I really can’t get these two out of my head. Thank you to bestie @specialagentmonkey for proofreading ♥️ 

Flirting with Eddie Munson was in your top five favourite things to do.

To flirt and be flirted with was written through him like a stick of rock candy. Perfected and fine-tuned over time, Eddie was smooth-talking, honey-tongued and could undress you with a simple glance - all things that had drawn you to your co-worker-turned-boyfriend. To bear witness to his talent (one of many, to be fair) had helped you to up your own flirt-game; figuring out how he liked to be flirted with, what made his pupils blow wide, or his tongue dart out to wet his lip. Flirtation was part of the very foundation of your relationship with the curly-haired rocker. 

Working together made your flirtation extra fun, a tool for extended foreplay while you poured shots and beers, while Eddie checked IDs and did his rounds to make sure no one was bumping coke in the bathroom (again). 

It also meant that you both had seen your other half be flirted with by strangers more times than you could even quantify. It was part of the job, a grin-and-bear-it part that sent Eddie home with more than one feather boa or a smeared lipstick mark on his cheek from a bachelorette party (bachelorettes loved your boyfriend, and you understood why). It also often meant you could make a few extra dollars on tips if and when you allowed it, extra dollars to buy a book or new tape you wanted or pay for takeout on your next night off together. 

You felt secure enough in your relationship to not let it bother you too much, knowing that no matter how many women (and men) gave him doe eyes and fluttered their lashes, Eddie would be going home with you. 

That being said, you saw red when Crystal showed up. 

It had started off as a usual shift; a Friday night in early May; the weather was warming up and the new cocktail menu you had put together was already proving popular. You and Eddie arrive together after an afternoon of lazy sex, reading together in bed and taking turns to make coffee before hauling yourselves up for a shared shower and a pre-shift diner dinner. 

By now you had all but officially moved into Eddie’s little apartment. You spent the odd night apart if you were meeting friends, or if Eddie had a gig, but oftentimes he would come crash at your place instead of going two more blocks home. His little one-bed apartment had begun to feel very much like home. You felt the question might be coming soon after he was a little too interested in your lease agreement and when it was up for renewal. If you had paid a little more attention, you might have noticed the dogeared YellowPages bookmarked with a scrap of paper on a page of addresses of key-cutting places on your side of the city.

You walked in the back door of Jackie’s, Eddie hot on your heels with his fingers dipping into the back pocket of your denim skirt to poke the mouth-shaped bruise he had bestowed upon your asscheek. It was in the tender purple-black stage, and he loved to rile you up by pawing at it.

“Quit it!” you hiss at him, scowling over your shoulder. “You’re a fuckin’ menace, Munson.” 

Eddie’s clever comeback is cut off by a roar of laughter from the bar. The bar doesn’t open for another hour so it’s only the other staff in before you.  

“Weird.” Eddie double-checks his watch to make sure he didn’t keep you late making out in the car or lose an hour somewhere. 

“Definitely weird,” you agree. “Is it someone’s birthday? Shit…” You think through the calendar in your head. Frank’s birthday isn’t for another two weeks… 

Eddie shrugs and cranes his neck as you turn the handle of the staff room door. “Go ahead out, nosy. Be there soon.”

Eddie pauses, makes sure you’re alone, and takes advantage of the distraction in the bar to press you against the doorframe. With an almost predatory grin, he leans in for a slow filthy kiss. Taking your surprised little gasp for an opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, he pulls that little gasping moan that he loves right from your throat. 

“Love you,” he murmurs before grazing your lip with his teeth. “Don’t miss me too much.”

He smacks a final kiss to your warm cheek and gives your achy butt one more squeeze before hot-footing it to the bar to see what’s going on. 

You hear his throaty laugh as he leaves you close to panting against the wall. “Asshole.” 

The staff room door muffles the noise as you scowl to yourself, left throbbing between your legs in more ways than one. As you swipe on some lipstick and tie your apron with a bow, you contemplate just how to get Eddie back for kissing you like something straight out of a smutty romance novel. After a final once-over in the mirror, you head out to join in on whatever is going on. 

Sitting on the bar, holding court, is the most stunning woman you have ever seen. She’s got these shiny green siren-eyes that command attention with hypnotic power. She reminds you of a copper-haired Kelly Bundy with deep red lips and the perkiest tits you have ever seen. 

She’s hot. 

She’s also got her hand on Eddie’s shoulder, toying with the freshly trimmed ends of his hair and twisting the coils around her long manicured nails. 

It makes something acidic unfurl and burn in your chest. 

He doesn’t even look over when you step out from the back, too busy nodding along to whatever the reincarnated Birth of Venus is saying. 

Through the sheer black of her blouse, you can spy ink that will have taken hours to press into creamy blemish-free skin, black and sharp and perfect. She carries an air of ‘your friend's cool older sister’, something utterly unattainable that makes you feel like an awkward teen again. 

Michelle beckons you over, flashing a smile when she sees you. “Hi sweetie,” she squeezes your hand with a little whisper. 

“Who’s -?” you mouth silently, not wanting to interrupt when this siren-woman has everyone hanging on every word. 

Before she can even answer, the goddess has everyone laughing again and she turns her attention on the late-comer to her one-woman show. You. 

“Oh hi! You’re new!” Her voice is sultry and smoky-smooth. “I’m Crystal, used to work here way back. You’re…?”

New? In a couple of months, it will be two whole years since you first stepped foot inside Jackie’s and scored a job the same night. 

You plaster on a smile, feeling tiny as you gaze up at the goddess on her plinth. You tell her your name, eyes darting to Eddie briefly but Frank has his ear while Crystal questions you. 

Michelle wraps her arm around your shoulders. “She’s a superstar. Our cocktail queen! Designed the new menu and everything,” she squeezes you against her and leans her blonde head against yours. 

“Oh, cute! You have to make me something later, okay?” Crystal insists, glancing at the board behind the bar where your carefully curated creations have been colourfully chalked up by Eddie’s artistic hand, complete with little illustrations of cocktail glasses - you had teared up when they surprised you with it. 

Crystal taps Eddie’s shoulder. “Ed, what’s good on the menu? Is there anything better than my Long Islands? You know, I used to make him drinks after every shift.” 

You watch your boyfriend smirk before he catches your eye. “Those were lethal, Crys. There’s not one bad drink on the menu. She worked super hard on it, best sellers all round.” Eddie winks at you, smiling proudly. It should settle then twisting discomfort in your chest but it barely touches the sides. 

“You’re such a flirt, Ed. My god.” Crystal laughs and shoves his shoulder gently before hopping down with her graceful long legs. “You got a cigarette? We better let them get the bar prepped. Friday nights are always so crazy here.” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

Crystal flashes a smile your way, something playful. “See ya later for that drink.”

Warm-cheeked and grey-matter scrambled, you watch Eddie pat down his pockets as Frank and the other bar staff tell Crystal how good it is to see her again. Jeff is already walking ahead toward the door, playing it smooth and cool though his eyes are hearts on stalks like a cartoon character. 

“Inside left, Ed,” you say, pointing out where his battered pack of smokes were hidden. You had slipped them in there after all. 

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, a grin on his face - he plans on quitting or at least cutting down but right now, a shift without smokes doesn’t bear thinking about. He’s about to say thanks but you have already turned your back to hide your pink cheeks, ashamed of the jealousy coursing through you. 

It pisses you off more when he doesn’t come over anyway for one more kiss. Your lips still buzz from the swoon-worthy smooch he had laid on you but it turns to a sting as he turns and follows Crystal instead. 

You distract yourself with your to-do list before the bar opens and ponder over the history your boyfriend may or may not have with Jessica fucking Rabbit. 

You’re lucky not to lose a finger with how furiously you chop wedges and slices of lemons and limes, feeling totally on edge when you think about Crystal and Eddie laughing and smoking together. The last time you had seen another girl touch his hair he had very kindly moved her hand and directed her to the bar to buy a drink from you, ‘the hottie bartender, she’s my girlfriend - tell her Eddie says hi’.

Michelle lets you stew a bit as she checks the taps and restocks the straws and napkins. She catches you swearing at an unopenable jar of maraschinos, fearing you may smash the jar and slice your hand if you don’t quit knocking it on the counter. 

“Okay, what’s going on? Did those cherries kill your grandma?” she asks, taking the jar from your lime-juice-sticky hands. 

“Nothing's going on. I’m fine.” 

Liar. You’re actively thinking about how good Eddie and Crystal looked side-by-side and you hate it. Red and black, his favourite colours.

“Do you have cramps? Are you and Eddie fighting or somethin’?” she asks, hand on her hips. 

“No, and no. Just… Ugh.” You know Michelle doesn’t give up until she gets an answer. You love and hate her for it, she’s definitely one of your best friends for life now - especially when she opens the cherries without breaking a sweat. 

“Spill, babe.” She spears four cherries with two toothpicks; one for you and one for her. 

You accept it with a little smile that fades quickly and use the distraction to figure out how to say what you want to ask without sounding like a crazy person. 

“Crystal… Did she and Eddie…?” You brace for impact. 

Michelle raises one thin brow as she chews the sticky red fruit. “Go out? Fuck? Nuh-uh, don’t think so. You’d have to ask him though, babe. She’s just… super flirty. They were friendly, and I think she had a little crush on him.” She shrugs, “He left for tour before she quit, she moved out west.”

You nod, chewing the second cherry without really tasting it. “Yeah,” you sigh. “I guess… I just thought he might’ve told her I was his girlfriend or something.” 

Michelle watches your shoulder slump and pulls you in for a one-armed hug. “Maybe he should’ve. He did hype up your cocktails - he does that when he’s checking IDs y’know, gives out recommendations and everything. Totally whipped, huh?” 

She kisses your head and squeezes you to her side. “Don’t let it get to you. Crys will get bored soon, especially if he’s not flirting back. She’s a Vegas gal now, I doubt we’re to her standards anymore.”

You lean your head against your friend and fold yourself into a hug. “Thank you. You’re the best.” After a few moments, you speak again. “She’s so pretty.” 

“Ugh, I know. Makes my piss boil, she’s so hot.” 

You both break into giggles as you squeeze each other extra tight, pinky-swearing to have a girls’ night the next time you both have the same night off. 

With a little boost from Michelle, you finish setting up the bar and write up the night’s drink specials on the menu boards. You turn the music up to cover the sound of Eddie’s throaty laugh as it carries from inside the door, trying to ignore the twisting feeling in your gut. 

It’s busy from the off tonight and though you had plenty to distract you as you poured and mixed drinks, tendrils of jealousy crept in and coiled around you like boa constrictors. You half-watched Crystal flit and flirt around, distracting the other bartenders when she wasn’t lingering far too close to the door for your liking. 

Why hadn’t he ever mentioned her before? Had he flirted with her like had with you before you got together? Was she going to take her job back and take your boyfriend too? 

If she didn’t seem so fond of your boyfriend, you might just be in awe of her and want to be her best friend. Alas, your hang-ups don’t extend such kindness and instead make you bitterly territorial as you shrink into yourself, feeling like a toe in comparison to her. 

You want to take your overloaded brain out and shake the stupid thoughts out in a chilled silver shaker, strain them away before screwing your head back on so you could be normal about the woman who might have no ulterior motive for hanging around your boyfriend. 

Around nine thirty you step away from the bar to take your turn collecting empties from tables; the crowd is cheerful and you move around them with ease. Crystal isn’t anywhere and you see Eddie chatting to Frank by the door before the big boss heads home for the night. Your shoulders relax a little, hoping that Michelle is right and the redhead had decided to find somewhere a bit more salubrious for the rest of her night. 

It’s almost time for your first break; you need a stone-cold Diet Coke and ideally a joint - but that’s a post-shift treat, so fresh air will have to do. 

The catchy part of En Vogue’s My Lovin’ plays on a loop in your head as you drag yourself to the back door with your fizzing pint glass of Coke and lime. The ice clinks out of tune with your hum-singing. 

You’re almost at the door when you realise there’s someone else out there before you. The rest of the staff is behind the bar and Eddie doesn’t take his five minutes this early (not when the door is peak-busy). You try to spy through the gap in the door where it’s propped open with a crate and see a flash of shiny copper, perched on your stool. 

The click of ice against glass gives you away and Crystal turns her head, spotting you peeking. She’s not even supposed to be out here, but at least she’s not haunting Eddie - small mercies, you guess. You give her a tight smile and step outside.

“Oh, hi. Is it your break?” 

“Yeah. Just my five.” You shrug and sip your drink, leaning against the cool bricks as Crystal eyes you from behind the smoke of her menthol cigarette. 

“Want one?” she asks, offering the packet out. 

You do. You miss the menthol burn from high school parties. “Sure. Thanks.” 

She gives you a little smile and passes you the packet, a new Bic lighter under her thumb to light you up. 

“Is it nice to be back?” you ask, filling the silence after your thank you as Crystal looks at her nails. Up close you can see a few of her tattoos beneath her sheer blouse; a rose on her shoulder, a fierce trad style leopard on her inner arm.

“Oh yeah. Missed the guys, they’re such sweethearts.” She smiles and watches you sip your drink. You feel like a lamb next to her, an elegant lioness. “You like working here?” 

“I really do. They’re kinda like family now.” It’s no word of a lie. 

“Cute. It was one of the best places I worked.” She stubs her smoke under the block of her heel. “You work with Eddie much?” 

And there it is. 

You take a long minty drag. “Yeah, pretty often. We’re usually scheduled on the same shifts.”

Crystal nods her head. “Super hot right? Somethin’ nice to look at to make the night go faster huh?” You watch her lips curve into a coy grin.

Your own smile is a little at her expense. 

“Oh for sure.” You double-fist your drink and cigarette, tapping the ash off carefully. “That’s why we don’t let him behind the bar, leave him by the door to draw in the girls.” You echo Frank and Michelle’s teasing of your boyfriend; his heavy pours and clumsiness with glasses are the main reasons he stays stationed on security, but it’s fun to tease him. 

Crystal laughs at that, head thrown back. “Right?! And such a flirt!”

It’s the second time she mentioned that tonight. It wasn’t a lie - you’re simply used to being the only subject of Eddie’s well-practised flirtation after seven months of being his girlfriend. 

It rattles around your head, clanging like a bell. Such a flirt! There are a few beats of silence before she speaks again.

“Hey, do you know if he’s seeing anyone?” Crystal asks. “I’m flying back out on Sunday. The rockstar thing really does it for me.”

You feel a stone - nay, a boulder - sink in your belly and take another drink as she continues. God, you wish you had spiked this for yourself, smoky-sweet rum or clean sharp vodka. The chill of the ice and menthol can’t dampen the burn in your chest, a heady mix of jealousy and rage. 

“I was going to try and link up with him when he was on tour, I was in L.A. for a bit before the move to Las Vegas. I thought he might stick around out there a while,” Crystal digs around in her purse for her compact and lipstick as she speaks, prettying her already stunning self up for your boyfriend. “Maybe tonight’s my night,” she says, touching up her powder before looking at you for an answer.

You blink a few times, bathing your sticky tongue with cold Coke before you can speak. 

“Sorry, Crystal.” Your voice is surprisingly steady for how all over the place you feel. “Yeah, he’s definitely got a girlfriend. Together almost a year.” You blow menthol smoke into the air, feeling it turn your mouth acrid in a way that can’t be balanced by your sweet drink. You crush the half-smoked cig under your boot and push off the wall to head back inside.

“Guess tonight’s not your night,” you say, shrugging.

It’s a little bitchy and mean when you could just put her out of her misery. Instead, you just turn and head back inside, cutting your short break even shorter. You shut the door behind you, slamming it just hard enough to make a point.

You should have just told her, acted like a grown-up instead of a jealous teenager with a chip on your shoulder. The anxious little worm in your brain had decided for you, calling out ‘don’t tell her, she won’t believe that Eddie would want a girl like you when goddess-women like her walk the earth!’

As you rest your back to the door, you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. 

In for four, hold for four, out for four. 

Eddie isn’t like Connor. He’s not like Eric either. 

Years of hurt and heartbreak, being someone’s number one until someone better, prettier, funnier came along, had made you wary of dating when you boxed up your life and moved to Chicago. You had gone on a few really crappy dates last summer before getting together with Eddie, before he showed you the real him (unexpectedly sweet-hearted, willing to get a bloody nose in a fight for you). 

His flirty nature had made you wary of having your heart broken by a charming ladies' man all over again. But that’s not your Eddie. He had promised you that wasn’t him, showered you with love and promised you were it for him. He never seemed frustrated with affirming his feelings for you, promising you it was the real deal. He loved the heartbroken girl inside you just as much as he adored the woman you are now.

Having a borderline existential crisis on your five-minute break wasn’t the respite you had planned from the busy bar. As you splash cool water on your wrists and spritz your warm cheeks with rose water, you just hope that Crystal isn’t one of the girls who sees a man with a girlfriend as a fun challenge rather than off-limits. 

When you feel a little less shaky - or steady enough to not drop every glass you pick up - you tag one of the other barmen to go on his five and slot back into your pit of self-loathing, hidden behind a smile and the beer taps. By the time you shake up six Appletinis and a tray of Blowjob shots for a table of girls celebrating a birthday, you have convinced yourself that Eddie would probably be better off with Crystal instead of your petty jealous ass. 

You’re so deep in your wallowing that you miss Eddie darting from the door to your side of the bar. His hand is tapping the drink-slick bar top to get your attention before you even see him. 

“Psst. Hey, c’mere. Need to talk to you.”

Are you in trouble? Had Crystal told him about your less-than-friendly behaviour? You plaster a smile on, one that he sees right through. 

“Ed, I’m working. What’s wrong?” you ask, stepping away from your station to hear him better over the music. 

“M’working too, it’ll just take a sec.” Eddie leans forward, smiling cheekily. “You’re my girlfriend, right?” 

Your cheeks heat up. Shit. He knows. 

You nod. “Yeah…”

“Lemme hear you say it?” he tilts his head, batting his lashes a little playfully.

You sigh and roll your eyes, pretending that your heart isn’t beating out of your chest, even though it feels a little bruised. “I’m your girlfriend.”

He looks triumphant and amused and pulls your hand in between his own, holding it like a treasure. “Okay, good. Why didn’t you just tell Crys that?”

The rolling boil of hurt that had been bubbling in your chest all evening and into the night doesn’t evaporate with Eddie’s loving little touch. 

“Why didn’t you tell her, Ed? You could’ve told her fuckin’ hours ago that I was your girl.”

Your heads are close together as Eddie leans in to hear you over Alannah Myles crooning Black Velvet.

Expecting you to be a little more playful, matching his energy, he sobers and frowns, studying the hurt marring your pretty face. “Oh shit. Honey…” 

“It hurt, Ed. You had like two chances right off the bat... How many more did you miss, huh?” 

Eddie’s brows disappear under his bangs. “Fuck, it’s not like that. I didn’t realise… Didn’t even think. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah? Good.” You squeeze his hand anyway, proud of yourself for not minimising your feelings to just go back to normal. 

“Baby…” “Eddie…”

His Bambi eyes aren’t enough this time. But you know he’s going to feel like shit because he hurt you, which makes you feel crappy for ever doubting him. 

“Can I kiss it better?” Eddie’s pouted lower lip is obscenely kissable. 

A mid-shift kiss is usually Eddie’s reason for waylaying you at the bar, though he can usually hold off until your break together. He leaves Jeff to man the door when it’s quiet so he can claim his sugar tax or borrow your lip balm (he really has an impressive collection of euphemisms for begging a kiss from you). 

You’re usually very forthcoming, and right now you would love a kiss but the opportunity to fuck with him and get a little payback for his romance novella bullshit earlier (getting you worked up before the longest shift of your life) feels too good to miss. Your scheming lifts your mood from the doom spiral, just a little.

Yeah, flirting with Eddie was core to the foundation of your relationship, but so was fucking around with him. 

You meet his baby cow eyes with your own gaze, looking through your black-coated lashes. 

“You love me?”  “To the death.” “Then you can wait.”

Eddie’s jaw drops. One hand clutches his heart as the other holds your hand even tighter. “Baby… You’re really withholding a kiss right now? I said sorry! And I meant it!” 

You roll your eyes, classic drama queen Munson. You fucking love him. 

“I am.” “You’re killing me.”

You smile and lift his hand to kiss the back of it. “Then suffer. I’ve got customers to serve, Ed. See you at twelve - maybe you’ll get a kiss then.” 

You pat his cheek and turn away, hearing the thud of skull versus countertop as he groans like a wounded man. 

He’s going to be insufferably lovely for the rest of the weekend to make it up to you.

Your re-found spring in your step has you back in your usual flow as you pour beers side by side with Michelle. Eddie has dragged himself back to the door to sulk, but not before tossing scowling puppy eyes over his shoulder at you. 

“I should be pissed you’re slacking off to talk to your boyfriend but whatever that was made you actually smile, so I’m here for it.” She grins and bumps your hip with her own, your signature move together as you work in tandem. 

“Just a wee bit of payback. I’ll tell you on girls’ night,” you promise, hearing her laugh as you ring up your customer. 

Spirits lifted, albeit at your boyfriend’s expense, you make it through the peak of the night without spiralling any further. In fact, your distraction is all Eddie Eddie Eddie.

At least until the scent of freshly spritzed Dior Poison wafts over the bar as you catch sight of copper and red next in line for you. Crystal. 

She looks just as gorgeous when she’s a little bashful, giving you a warm smile - a promise that she comes in peace. 

You’re cringing, wishing you could duck behind the bar, but you definitely owe her an apology. 

“Hi.”

“Hey, Crystal. I think I owe you a cocktail…”

She smiles, her creamy cheeks blushing in the dim light of the bar. “What do you recommend? I’ve heard you’re like, the queen of mixology and know exactly what drink people will like.” 

You can hear Eddie’s praise of you in her words; his little alchemist, his sexy potion-mistress. He took his role of taste-tester in chief with the utmost seriousness. 

“Mm, I do my best. You like cherries?” you ask, tilting your head. 

“I do.” 

She lifts her arm to show you a stick and poke cherry tattoo on her wrist. 

“Tequila?”

“Girl… Are you in my brain right now?” 

You grin and shake up a mix of cherry liquor, ginger syrup, tequila and lime juice with ice - adding a little extra cherry syrup just because. You pour the mixed margarita into a chilled glass with salt and sugar rim and a cherry garnish. 

“Don’t even think of getting your purse out,” you say as you slide it across the bar. “I’m sorry for being weird.”

Crystal accepts the proffered straw and slides it into her drink, taking a slow sip. Her eyes blow wide as the flavours of cherry and earthy tequila bathe her tongue, zinging sharp with bright lime. “This is amazing.”

You smile and shrug. “It’s my personal favourite, and… Well, you strike me as a woman with excellent taste too.” 

The thick tension and coiling vines of envy from before are totally gone now as you both share a knowing smile. 

“Sorry for flirting with your boyfriend. I definitely wouldn’t have if I knew…” Crystal squeezes your forearm where it rests on the bar. “Nothing ever happened between us, just friends when I worked here. We flirted back and forth, just for fun. That’s all.” 

You nod, feeling more at peace now. “He’s fun to flirt with, I don’t blame you. We started off just flirting too. And bitching at each other. Just for fun.” 

Crystal smiles and sips her drink again. “He’s crazy about you. You know that right? Only has eyes for you. He’s got it bad.” 

Feeling your cheeks and chest heat up, you nod again. “I do, I’m kinda crazy about him too. Literally crazy tonight, apparently. I’m really sorry I was a total weirdo with you earlier.” 

Crystal extends one hand, long red nails pointed at you, and you take it to shake. “Water under the bridge, babe.”

You wish you hadn’t wasted your time spiralling when you could have been making a friend.

She squeezes your hand, making sure you’re looking at her. “Y’know, I was gonna ask earlier if you were single even if Eddie wasn’t… The hot bartender thing also does it for me.”

Oh, she was good. 

So good that your brain goes static for a few moments. 

The hot girl thinks you’re hot. She’s totally flirting right now. It feels…good?

Crystal fixes you with that siren stare, black lashes sweeping her cheeks when she blinks slowly. Your face and chest flame hot as you become the focus of her flirtation.

“Uh… I… Wow. Really? Sorry… We kinda ruined your night, huh?” Your voice is shakier than you would like, your tongue thick in your mouth, but she finds it endearingly sweet.

“Nah, you made me this yummy drink. And hey, if you two are ever planning a trip, Vegas can be lots of fun. Come find me maybe?” 

Crystal drops you a wink before disappearing into the crowd like a breath of cherry smoke, a napkin with her number left on the bar for you - for you and Eddie. You fold it into your back pocket, another little thing to tease Eddie with when you get on your break with him.

Being flirted with and propositioned while you were working had never been quite so fun or exhilarating. Usually, it made you feel icky, but now you feel like you’re zinging with electricity that helps you power through the thirsty queuing customers cleaning spills and collecting glasses until you’re tagged to go on break again.

You uncap a beer for yourself, shoving lime in the tall neck, and take one for Eddie with you when you head out back to meet him. You pause to swipe more rosy lipstick on before shouldering past the heavy exit door. 

Your brain hurts from the tornado of different emotions you have experienced on your shift so far, but the chill of brick against the back of your head and the cool beer on your tongue helps. 

As always, you hear your boyfriend before you see him. Tonight is heavy boots pounding on stone as he rushes back to you, unable to stand another second of being un-kissed. 

“Medic? We have an emergency!”

For a moment you think he might not be fucking around, but the way his eyes glint when he sees you proves otherwise. 

“Jesus Christ, you scared the shit outta me,” you tut. 

“Thank god you’re here! It’s life or death.” His breath comes quick as he stops in front of you, holding your face in his hands. “There’s a dying man, he needs urgent mouth-to-mouth.”

Your brow rises as you fight the urge to grin. “Oh yeah? Poor guy. Sounds fatal.” 

“It is. He was a total idiot and now he’s not got long left.” 

Those baby cow eyes shine with genuine regret, sparkling with a sprinkle of mischief that is so innate to Eddie Munson. 

“Well, maybe I can help. But I don’t think he’s totally in the wrong.” Your hand slips over his shoulder, touching butter-soft leather. “There’s also a crazy woman on the loose - you might have seen her… I think it might be all my fault.”

“Nah. Only saw this crazy-beautiful woman. She looked kinda sad though… Broke my heart a little.” 

You look up into Eddie’s eyes, feeling more than in love as you close the gap between you. Pillow-soft lips press against your rose-tinted mouth, kissing away any remnants of worry and sadness as he wraps you up in his arms. 

“I fuckin’ love you, baby,” he murmurs, barely breaking away to remind you of what is true. “M’sorry.”

“I love you.” Your palm curves, moulding against his neck and you can feel his pulse hammering beneath. You move back slightly, so you can tell him what was bugging you without being waylaid by the need to kiss him. “I got so in my head. It just…”

Eddie’s head rests against yours as he listens. 

“I got really jealous.” It’s barely a whisper when you speak it out loud. “It was stupid because it was all in my head.” 

Eddie runs his nose against yours, lips tracing its path until they press your forehead. 

“S’not stupid if it’s real to you, princess.” Eddie holds you against him, pressing kiss after kiss to your busy head. “I wish I could’ve made it better sooner. It’s not nice to hear that I made you doubt me. I’m not going to hold it against you, I promise.” 

You direct him back to your lips, kissing him when words fail you. 

“M’sorry,” you whisper against his mouth. “I never doubted you, Eddie. I just.. it was me. I didn’t get why you’d want me when Crystal was right there. She’s the hottest woman ever.” 

Eddie scoffs. “Are you jokin’ with me? Baby, you are the hottest woman ever.” 

“Eddie, it’s fine. We both have eyes - she’s hot,” you admit, smiling a little. “Wanna hear something funny?” 

He nods and presses one more kiss to your mouth. 

“She was trying to flirt with me too. I was just too up in my head to realise…” 

Eddie grins, shaking his head. “As she should, you’re smokin’.” 

Your arms wrap around him, hugging tight. “We’re all good now. I made her a drink, she prepositioned me…” you say, totally offhand. 

You brace for Eddie’s reaction. 

A ten thousand-watt grin almost blinds you when Eddie peels himself back. “Oh yeah? That is kinda hot…” 

“Shut up.” Your voice wobbles with laughter. “Don’t worry, babe. She said you’re invited too. If we’re ever in Vegas, that is…” 

Brown eyes blow wide - Eddie doesn’t know what to do with himself. “H-whaa?”

Pressing your face against the soft black cotton of his t-shirt, you giggle against his chest. “You heard me. She was crushing on both of us tonight.” 

“That… I… My brain has stopped working…” “Stop imagining it, Edward.” “I’m not.” “You are! I can feel your dick on my leg, dude!”

Eddie takes two steps back, hands on his head as he spins in a circle. “I’m in some parallel realm. Did I die? Oh, I did die… See? This is why you should’ve kissed me earlier! I’m flatlining here! Medic!”

His dramatic ass has you cackling, cheeks hurting as the no-game nerd inside him fails to comprehend what you just told him. You were both interested in exploring with each other in the bedroom and had already broadened your tastes with him, but neither of you had anticipated stumbling across this unopened door…

“So I’ll throw her number in the trash?” you ask, sipping your beer with a pointed raise of your brow. 

The nonsensical goblin-yelp that comes from Eddie’s mouth makes the bubbles fizz up the back of your throat, making you cough and splutter. He’s an absolute dork and you adore him.

He presses pause on the dramatics to check on you, making sure you’re not going to choke on lime-spiked beer.

“Hot.” Eddie laughs as he wipes the fizz from your lip, then pats you hard on the back. He pouts as you pinch your brows at the sting of beer in your nose. “Poor baby.”

“Dick.”

“Yeah, your dick.” His cheeky grin softens. “You’re the only woman for me,” Eddie says, cupping your face again. “I mean it. It’s hot as fuck that we were kinda prepositioned like that, but you’re it. I only want you.” 

You pull him in for a kiss again, deeper this time as his tongue licks against yours. The zing of electricity that runs the length of your spine pushes you closer to Eddie.

“Yeah? Even if Elvira rocks up?”  “She’s my hall pass, baby. Just like you and Keanu.” “Mmmm...okay.” 

Eddie drags you in for another smiling kiss. You feel small in comparison to the breadth of his shoulders, the subtle bulk he carries - you love it. His hand rests on your neck as he presses up close to you, thigh slotted between yours where your skirt pulls tight across the plush part of your legs. The well-loved denim bunches and slips higher as Eddie crowds you against the brickwork - he’s amped up and wound tight too many kiss-less hours and the revelations of the last few minutes. It’s easy to match him, mirror the needy grasp of hands on denim to pull him close.

His kisses soothe any whisper of doubt or fear that haunted you since your shift started.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, princess. S’hot that you’re crazy for me,” he murmurs against the side of your mouth before diving in again for another filthier kiss. 

Your nails graze the back of his head, fingers twisting and tugging in dark brown curls to draw that pleasured little noise from the back of Eddie’s throat and swallow it all for yourself. Hips shift against the meat of his thigh; silky lace on denim dark enough to mask the damp mark you’re bound to leave there. 

Eddie’s mouth moves down to your neck, seeking out that spot that makes your jaw drop open and your lashes flutter. One big ringed hand dips lower to encourage your hips to roll and rock against him, propped against the wall with his lean strength holding you up. “That’s it, baby. I gotcha.”

It’s easy to forget you’re at work, where any one of your co-workers could come looking for you or Eddie, but when he’s touching you like this and making you burn for him you can’t spare the space in your brain to care. You’re sure that you should both be on some sort of formal warning by now after how many times you have been caught making out and groping each other on your breaks. You had given him a hand (and head) more than once on the clock; some nights were slow and called for a distraction. 

And nights like this? When you need each other so desperately, they were something else entirely. 

“Ed..” Your voice sounds whiny and pathetic in your own ears as you clutch at his shoulders. 

“That’s me, doll,” he murmurs, “M’gonna make it up to you okay? Say sorry for making you jealous’n’sad.” His fingers slip up beneath the bunched hem of your skirt, touching the warm spot on the front of your underwear as his forehead presses against yours. “Can I? Just a little somethin’? Promise I’ll make your head all empty when we get home. Yeah?”   

You’re a weak woman, rendered boneless and speechless as Eddie’s fingertips press there. With a lazy nod, dragging him back for a kiss, you roll your pelvis against his hand. 

“That’s it.”

You feel his smile against your mouth as he pushes your underwear to the side, enough to feel how wet you are as his fingers press and dip and stroke. Eddie drags your slick gloss up, easing the friction as he circles his thumb.

“Oh Jesus,” you gasp, a shuddering breath as he pushes two fingers inside with ease. You hold him to you, clutching the back of his neck.

Eddie spares you a cocky comment in favour of kissing you again, stroking up inside you before beginning to fuck into you. He doesn’t stop his kisses when your jaw slackens, tongue meeting his with lazy strokes as blood rushes in your ears. 

“That’s it, just let me take care of my girl.”

My girl. It gets you every time. 

He feels the pulse and gush, a Pavlovian reaction, and presses deeper. 

A slow pleasured smile spreads on your face as his fingers fill you. Eddie watches, eyes heavy-lidded, before moving back to kiss your neck. 

Motormouth Munson keeps his title as he murmurs filth against your neck, punctuating praise and promises with sucking kisses and scrapes of teeth, soothed by his slick tongue. 

“That’s my girl, I know what she likes. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Oh, you’re so fuckin’ soaked for me. Can feel you pullin’ me in, princess.”

“You been so worked up all night, huh? I’m gonna take such good care of you. Not leavin’ our bed tomorrow until you forget your own name. Gonna show you just how much I love you, baby.”

You choke down your moans, quietening yourself to breathy gasps and pleas in Eddie’s name. The fear of interruption, of getting caught, gets you both going. 

Eddie hoists your thigh up to his hip, widening you more more more as his fingers find, then curl and press on your spongy spot. 

Your moan is muffled against his shoulder, still too loud to be decent and louder still in Eddie’s ears. 

“Fuck, there we go. Oh, you’re so fuckin’ close already, huh? Gonna come for me right here?” His voice is low and rough, words ground out as you feel him hard against your leg.

“Yeah,” you whimper, already shaking. “G-uh.. Oh god.” Your back arches away from the brick as his fingers speed up, thumb pressing hard circles in tandem. “Eddie… Fuck, fuckkk!” 

He nods, speeding up just enough, just like he knows you need. Eddie squares his jaw as he listens to the sloppy wet sound of his fingers between your legs. Your jaw drops, brow creases; blissful agony. Eddie steals another kiss, soaking up the little noises you make when you’re close, the noises that make him throb in his jeans. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Come for me.” 

You leave the marks of your teeth on his leather-clad shoulder, biting back your moan as you obey. Eddie makes you come hard, making you drip over his silver rings. Eddie has to hold you up, keep you steady as your body convulses with absolute bliss. You hold on like he’s your life raft; he is your life raft - steady and sure when you falter or fall.

Eddie keeps you close, basking in your glow as you catch your breath. The hand on your thigh moves, cups and cradles the back of your head so you don’t bust it too hard against the wall. 

“Fuck, baby. That was a big one.” He smiles when you smile, pliant and lazy, brushing kisses and praise against your hot cheek. He reaches to prop the stool beneath you to take your leaden weight. 

“There she is, my pretty princess.” When you open your eyes, you can see the flush on his cheeks and the pulse of the vein in his neck. 

You’re so utterly spoiled by this man. You kiss his lips, softer now as you come back to life, to earth. You’re shaky, breathless but you feel alive. You feel loved. 

“That was… Full marks, no notes.” 

Eddie raises a fist, triumphant like John Bender. “I know what my baby needs.”

He makes you giggle and bite your lip as he licks the taste of you from his fingers. “Sweet.”

You pass him your open beer to down as his prize, as you put yourself back together, sliding your ruined underwear off over your boots to use in lieu of a rag. 

Eddie snatches them just as you consider trashing them (not that you were going to, they weren’t cheap). “Mine.” He’s breathless from sucking down the fizzy beer as tucks them into his pocket.

Your laugh is shaky but you don’t even fight him on it. It’s not the first pair he has pocketed mid-shift, nor will it be the last. 

“Pervert.”

He shoves them against his nose for good measure, living up to the accusation. “Oh yeah. That’s the good shit.” He winks before shoving them back inside his leather jacket, right by his heart. A romantic pervert at least. 

“That keep you going for the rest of the night? Until I get you home?” Eddie asks, before starting on the second beer; he shares a few sips with you.

“Mm, just about. You have promises to keep, rockstar,” you say, pulling him in with fingers hooked in his belt loops. “I wanna return the favour but ‘Chelle will kill both of us if we disappear again…”

“I’ll survive. Be strong.” He musters up faux courage as you press kisses to his face. 

“My brave boy.”

Your arms wind around each other, hugging and holding your other half close. 

“Y’feeling a bit better than earlier?” Eddie runs his hands up and down your back; his voice is sincere and sober.

“Mmhm. Much better. Not just ‘coz you made me come. But that did help.” You smile and tuck your head under his chin. 

He hums a happy noise and presses his lips to your head. “Glad to be of cervix. I mean, service.” 

“Ugh. Really?” You can feel him laughing, shaking with it. 

“It’s a good one!”  “Eddie, my love - what’s a cervix?” “It’s like…womb-adjacent.” You can hear his smugness. “Hmm, don’t need to know how you know that.” “Did biology three times.” “Oh. Okay.” 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. You tilt your head to look up at him and smile when he kisses you again. 

“If I help you clean up later we can get fries on the way home. You’re going to need your strength, baby.” 

His eyes glint with that look that makes your tummy flutter. 

“Deal.”

Eddie cups your face and kisses you with a soft sweetness, something like a peach, that contrasts with his filthy promises of taking you apart and putting you back together later. 

He helps you up from the stool, making sure your knees don’t buckle and your skirt is pulled down properly to cover up your lack of underwear. 

Eddie makes you spin for him, admiring you with his kiss-bitten lip between his teeth. “Mm, one more time for me?” 

You roll your eyes at him before tucking yourself under his arm.

“Love you.” Eddie pulls you in for one more peck before opening the back door for you. 

“Love you more, rockstar.” You feel like a girl being walked to homeroom as he smooches one more kiss against your cheek. 

As he backs away, not wanting to be the first to turn, Eddie points a finger at you, “Love you most.” 

You roll your eyes, grinning anyway as he backs around the corner with the Bender-fist raised in the air again. 

Eddie Munson might be a flirt, such a flirt, but he is all yours.

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HI BESTIE !!! 🫂

i was wondering how Joel would react to Doc spoiling him ROTTEN after she got that big girl money 🫦 (in the lavender au)

(because i know she will spoil him so much as a thank you for his unwavering support throughout her career 🥹)

OMG Hi Bestie!

I love this ask so so SO much. Joel is so soft with his girls and he deserves all the good things, including his wife treating him to all the best things once she's a big time surgeon.

This is just the perfect prompt for our favorite man's birthday, too! I hope this is just what you were hoping for. Love you!

Spoiled

After years of Joel taking care of you, you take care of Joel. A one shot set in the Lavender AU timeline.

Yes I know it's not a Joel gif but it fits the fic so well I had to.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (Joel and Doc from the Lavender AU)

Warnings: Fluff and smut, smut and fluff. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 4.4K

It started with a shopping trip in Houston for Sarah’s wedding. 

She needed a dress for the rehearsal and her bachelorette party and the malls in Austin just weren’t cutting it. 

“I’m telling you,” she said after coming up empty handed on another Saturday spent shopping as the two of you ate salads and drank sweet tea at a patio cafe. “We need to go to Houston. We haven’t found anything for you, either.”

“I can just…” you began, but Sarah cut you off. 

“Mom,” she raised her brows. “You do not get to say ‘just’ anything about my wedding, come on.” 

You rolled your eyes a little but smiled. 

“Alright,” you put your hands up in surrender. “I’ve got the weekend off again in two weeks, I’ll get us a hotel room in Houston and we can shop til we drop.” 

“I’m going to get you comfortable with spending some of those big surgeon bucks one of these days,” she said. “You need to treat yourself! Live a little!” 

“I live plenty, thank you,” you replied. “And I do it just fine in my Goodwill jeans.” 

“Whatever you say,” she smirked a little, flagging down the server and grabbing the bill before you had a chance to fight her on it. 

Sarah might have had a point. You’d been an attending for the better part of a year now and the jump in pay had been staggering. You were making more now in a year than you had your entire life - or it felt that way, anyway. You’d already made good progress paying off your student loans but you made quick work of the rest. Joel had asked if you wanted to move - something bigger or better somehow - now that you could easily afford it but you’d just frowned at him, almost hurt. 

“This is our home,” you said. “I fell in love with you here, Sarah grew up here, we made Evie here. This is the first place I ever really felt like I belonged, I don’t want to leave.” 

Joel just smiled and kissed your forehead. 

“Then we’ll stay,” he said. “Moving’s a fuckin’ hassle anyway.” 

You’d just been saving money, not really sure what to do with it. You donated some of it, stopped spending time clipping coupons, finally bought a car that was from this decade (but still used). But actually spending it made you anxious. You’d never had money before. You weren’t poor, exactly. You’d always had enough to eat and a roof over your head but you almost never bought new clothes, had never really traveled outside of places that you could easily get to by car. You were pretty sure you’d never even been in a car that wasn’t at least 10 years old before you came to college and your friend Cassie gave you a ride to the store in her new BMW. It was hard to get used to the idea that money could be spent at all, that it wasn’t already earmarked for some bill or, if there was any left, that it had to be saved for a rainy day. 

“You gotta actually spend some of that hard earned money on yourself, Baby,” Joel said as you headed outside to meet Sarah for your weekend in Houston. “Buy some ridiculously expensive dress that I’m gonna want to rip off you in seconds or some purse that’s $1,000 for reasons I don’t understand.” 

“That’s two mortgage payments,” you said, eyes wide. 

“Baby.” 

“Right, right,” you nodded. “On a mission, spend money. Got it.” 

“On yourself,” he added. “Not Sarah. Or not just Sarah, anyway. You two have fun.” 

“You too,” you said, stretching up to kiss him goodbye. “Don’t let Evie con you into giving her candy when she gets home from school.” 

“What wild thing and I get up to when you’re not around is none of your business,” he gave you one last peck on the lips. “Now go, stop worryin’, live a little.” 

The mall in Houston was almost overwhelming. Not in the crowds way malls sometimes were for you, thank goodness, but with the kinds of stores. There were names you recognized from Cassie’s closet and from some of the trust fund girls in your med school program but you realized quickly you had no concept of what things like this actually cost. 

Sarah picked a dress for the rehearsal that was nearly $600 and you choked on the champagne the sales person had given you to sip while Sarah tried on options. 

“You really buy $600 dresses?” You gaped at her as you wandered back into the store from the dressing rooms. 

“Not all the time,” she shrugged. “But we make good money and sometimes it’s fun to buy something nice.” 

She held up a floor length gown to you, the bottom pooling on the ground. 

“That’s too long,” you said. 

“Well we’d get it tailored,” she laughed a little. “Come on, try it on.” 

Another sales person wandered over and offered to set up a fitting room and you snuck a peek at the price tag. Your eyes went wide. 

“That dress is $1200!” You whispered at Sarah as you trailed after the attendant. 

“And it’s for my wedding,” she replied. “And don’t you have that gala thing every spring for work? You can wear it for that, you need a new dress for that anyway. Plus I’m the bride and I say you have to try it on. You can’t disappoint the bride.” 

You sighed and went into the fitting room, feeling utterly out of place in your second hand Levis and vintage top you’d picked up on a shopping trip a few weeks back that felt much more your speed. 

But the dress - outside of the length - looked like it had been made for you. The silk hugged your every curve, the neckline dipping just low enough to display just enough cleavage to be sexy but not so much that it would be scandalous. It was simple, no embellishments beyond the structure of the dress and the deep emerald green of the fabric. Normally you’d have scoffed at something so basic fetching such a high price but, now that it was on your body, you understood it. It was like you’d put on a work of art and, in doing so, become art yourself. 

“OK you can’t laugh,” you said. “But I’m coming out.” 

Sarah was waiting patiently in the little show room attached to your fitting room and you had to hold up the hem of the dress to not trip but she gasped all the same. 

“Oh Mom,” her hand went to her mouth, her eyes wide. “You look incredible.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, turning in the mirrors to look at yourself from every angle. “I don’t look like I’m playing dress up?” 

“Not at all,” she spoke with almost a sense of reverence, looking you up and down. “You’re getting that dress. I’ll buy it for you if you won’t…” 

“No, Sarah,” you protested but she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before you had a chance to really realize what she was doing. “What was that for?” 

“I’m sending this to Dad…” her voice trailed off and she took a sip of champagne just as her phone rang. She smirked and answered, putting it on speaker phone. “Speak of the devil. Hey old man, your wife is trying to tell me this dress costs too much.” 

“I don’t care if that dress costs $200,000 she’s bringing it home,” Joel said. “She hear me?” 

“Yes,” Sarah smiled, a shit eating grin if there ever was one. 

“Good,” he said. “Baby, you look so damn amazing I’m about to jump in the truck and drive over there just to see you in that thing in person sooner. Save me a trip, bring it home, alright?” 

“Alright,” you sighed. 

“Didn’t quite hear that,” Joel said. 

“I said alright you dork,” you said a little, grinning in spite of yourself. 

“That’s my girl.” 

You bought the dress. And a bag that Sarah insisted you needed for work because she was tired of seeing you haul around a canvas tote. And shoes for the dress. 

When you passed the jeweler window, you were on the way to the car after spending so much money you were surprised you hadn’t fainted. You stopped, the hanger with the garment bag for the dress hooked in your fingers over your shoulder, and looked at the watch sitting in the window. 

It was large and silver but not too ornate, no diamonds or anything like that. The face of the watch was black with elegant white roman numerals on the face. 

“What?” Sarah asked, stopping next to you. 

“Do you think your dad would like that?” You asked, head cocked a little, still looking at the timepiece through the glass. 

“Yeah,” Sarah said after a moment. “Seems like a him watch, if he were going to wear a nice watch, anyway.” 

Joel did already have a watch. A simple one with a green strap and silver colored case and a black face. You and Sarah had picked it out together for his birthday one year. She’d been giddy about it, you had to all but beg her to keep it a secret for a few days until it came time to give it to him. He loved the thing, wore it every day, even more than a decade later. 

But your career wasn’t the only one that had advanced. Joel was no longer doing the manual labor of a contractor every day. More often than not, he was going to meet with clients and arrange contracts and make plans. For a lot of those meetings, he wore a suit and, for a lot of those meetings, you saw him stick his watch in his pocket before leaving the house instead of putting it on. 

“Hard sometimes,” he said when you’d asked him about it. “Fittin’ in with these clients.” 

“Let me just…” you doubled back to the entrance to the store and went inside. 

The watch was more than you thought it would be. A lot more. So, so much more. You watched as the sale’s person’s eyes went from encouraging and hopeful to let down when you reacted to the price. 

“One second,” you smiled sheepishly and pulled out your phone, going into your banking app. Even after spending an arm and a leg on yourself that day, the number in your personal checking account seemed obscenely high. More money than you’d ever had at once until very, very recently. You could afford the watch. You looked at the sales person and smiled. 

“I’ll take it.” 

You had several very strong cocktails when out to dinner with Sarah that night to make yourself feel a little better about spending thousands of dollars on things like clothes and a watch and she just smiled. 

“See, Mom? You spent some money on yourself and the apocalypse did not happen, I think you can actually buy yourself things from time to time.” 

“And things for your dad,” you said. “Because he needs nice things, too.” 

When you got home, Joel insisted that you model the dress for him. 

“It needs to be tailored,” you tried to protest. 

“Not for me to take it off you it doesn’t,” he smiled from his spot on the couch, beer in hand. 

“Fine,” you said. “But only if you let me model everything I bought and you can’t return any of it.” 

“Deal.” 

You went to your bedroom and put on the dress and the shoes and took the watch out of the bag, the face almost comically large on your wrist, before going back to the living room, hem of the dress in hand. 

“Jesus Christ Baby,” he looked at you, his eyes wide. “You look… fuck me.” 

“That is the idea,” you winked. “You like it?” 

“Like is a fuckin’ understatement,” he said, getting up and walking around you slowly, his eyes going up and down your body. “You know, Evie’s at a friend’s for two more hours…” 

“So you’re not going to make me return anything I have on?” You asked. 

“Fuck no.” 

“Not this dress?” You started unzipping the side before sliding the straps down your arms. 

“Dress stays,” he said, gently tugging it down and exposing your chest, kissing the swell of your breasts. 

“What about the shoes?” You asked, putting a sandaled foot out from below the hem. He glanced down, eyes ranging over the straps. 

“Those stay, too,” he said, going back to kissing your chest. “Everything you’ve got on stays, already agreed to that.” 

“Good,” you said as he made it to your neck. “Even this?” 

You held up your wrist, the watch sliding down your arm. 

He frowned, looking at it. 

“Don’t look like you’re style,” he said. “But if it makes you happy, Baby, keep it.” 

“Never said it was for me, Joel,” you smiled a little. You watched him piece it together, taking a moment for him to dawn on him. 

“No,” he shook his head, looking from your arm to your face. “No, you were supposed to get stuff for yourself for a change not…” 

“I did get stuff for me,” you said. “And I got this for you. Because you’re wearing suits more now and I wanted you to have the watch for that. So really, it is for me.” 

He took your wrist gently in one hand, elbow in the other, tilting your arm this way and that to look at the watch in different lights. 

“Baby, this…” he shook his head again. “This is too much, this is…” 

“Not for you,” you cut him off. “Not after everything you’ve given me. This is not enough. But it’s a start. Besides, you said I got to keep everything I was wearing. You already agreed to it, Miller.” 

“Baby,” he sighed. 

“Joel,” you smiled a little. “You’re my husband. Let me give you something nice. Please.” 

He brought the inside of your wrist to his lips and kissed you there, making your pulse flutter against his mouth. 

“Already gave me the best thing there is,” he said. “Anything more feels like I’m stealin’ it.” 

“Steal whatever you want, Miller,” you teased. “But you’re keeping the watch.” 

Joel ended up wearing the watch often. Not as much as the Sarah watch - and he stuck with the Sarah watch for her wedding - but at least once a week for meetings where he needed to dress up for. Every time you gave him a little knowing smile and every time he rolled his eyes a little before kissing you goodbye. But you had yet to get him to accept anything like it in the years since, Joel trying to dodge everything every time you spent money on him. 

So when his birthday was around the corner, you were bound and determined to get him something good. 

“Anything you want for your birthday?” You asked as you, Joel and Ellie wandered around a street fair, meandering towards the car show. “Anything you want to do?” 

“S’not like it’s a big one,” he shrugged. “Just 56. Would love to see all my girls, of course. Could use some new tongs for the grill.” 

“Tongs?” Ellie said, brows raised. “Seriously? Old people are so WEIRD.” 

“You know what kiddo?” Joel smiled a little, faking exasperation. “We’ll see how you’re doin’ when you’re pushin’ 60.” 

“Ew,” she crinkled her nose and wandered to the first car in the row of vehicles on display. You laughed, strolling along with Joel until he stopped at a beautiful old convertible, giving a low whistle. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Just a pretty fuckin’ car,” he said, his hands in his pockets as he walked slowly around it. “Always wanted one of these when I was a kid.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, getting an idea. 

“Neighbor had one,” he nodded. “Let me ride in the back once. Coolest fuckin’ car.” 

He looked over every inch of the thing and Ellie caught up with you while he did, pouting a little as she leaned on the door of the car, her chin propped on her folded arms. 

“I’m starving,” she groaned. “Can I go get some fries at least?” 

“Sure,” you laughed a little, pulling some cash out of your pocket. “Grab me a lemonade, too?” 

You watched as she went to the food stands and you and Joel moved on, walking slowly down the row of cars when Ellie caught up with you again, passing you the lemonade. Joel stole a fry from her cup. 

“Hey!” She protested. “Go get your own!” 

“Might have to,” he said, giving her a wink. “Back in a sec.” 

You waited until he was out of earshot before you grabbed Ellie. 

“Do me a favor,” you said. “That car we were looking at? The blue one? Can you go talk to the owner and find out what make, model and year it is?” 

“I guess,” she frowned. “Why?” 

“Because,” you said. “I found something your dad wants besides tongs.” 

You went and stood in line with Joel, keeping him distracted while Ellie did recon. She took some pictures of the car and texted you all the information which you texted to Andrew as Joel drove home from the fair. 

“Can you help me find this car?” You asked him. “One that’s for sale?”

“Becoming a collector?” He texted back. 

“Joel’s birthday,” you added a smilie face emoji. 

“Excellent,” he replied. “I’ll find you something, don’t worry.” 

It took a few weeks but Andrew found the car. A blue 1967 Mustang Convertible that was being sold down in San Antonio. He went down with you to help you test drive it - you didn’t know a damn thing about cars - and you bought it on the spot. 

“He’s going to freak the fuck out,” Andrew said, driving it home since you couldn’t drive stick. “Seriously, you might give the man a heart attack…” 

You rolled your eyes but laughed all the same. 

“I really hope he loves it,” you said, running your fingers over the dash. 

“I’ll take it off your hands if he doesn’t,” Andrew smiled. “Just don’t tell Jess.” 

Tommy agreed to store the car in his garage until Joel’s party at his house in two weeks and you were giddy as you drove home, feeling like a kid at Christmas as you tried to keep the car a secret. 

By the time the party rolled around, even Ellie was excited and having a hard time holding it together. 

“It’s really just a cookout at Tommy’s,” Joel said as the three of you piled in the car to head over. “Not sure why you two are actin’ like we’re going to fuckin’ Six Flags…” 

“Tommy’s cooler than you,” Ellie said. “Nice to spend time with someone who isn’t a total dinosaur…” 

“Alright, in the car kiddo,” Joel smiled and shook his head a little. “Can’t take you anywhere ’til seatbelts are on, let’s go!” 

You texted Tommy that you were on the way and he responded with a picture of the car, shiny in his driveway with a big, red bow on the hood. 

“He’s going to lose his mind, Kid,” he texted back. “Please tell Maria I want this same treatment when I’m old.” 

“Better put in some work to deserve it, Miller,” you replied, smiling a little. 

Joel parked on the street, frowning at the car in Tommy’s driveway. 

“When the hell’d Tommy get a Mustang?” He got out, his frown deepening. You almost laughed. 

“He didn’t,” you smiled, so big it was like your face was going to crack. 

Joel looked confused for half a moment before his mouth dropped open in shock. 

“No,” he shook his head. Ellie leaned between the front seats, grinning hugely, “No, no that’s… Baby. No.” 

“Suck it up, old man,” Ellie smirked as Sarah and Brandon came out of the house, little Carson making a beeline for the car. Sarah and Brandon waved as Tommy and Maria joined them in the yard. Ellie pulled the keys out of her pocket and dangled them between you and Joel. He took them, staring at them in his hand for a second.

“Should take it before I do,” Tommy hollered and you laughed as you got out of the car and followed an almost dazed Joel toward the Mustang. 

He walked, in awe, around the car twice. 

“I…” he said but stopped, staring at the convertible for a moment. “I don’t….” 

“Do you like it?” You asked, coming up beside him and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Fuckin’ love it,” he said, immediately looking at you. “But Baby, this is too much, way too much, I can’t…” 

“Yes you can,” you smiled up at him. He looked down at you, the awed expression still on his face. “After everything you’ve done for me? For us? Everything you’ve sacrificed, all the ways you take care of me and our girls? The life you gave me? Still not enough, Joel. Not for you.” 

He pulled you tight to him and kissed the top of your head. 

“I love you,” he said, his voice wet. “So goddamn much, Baby.” 

Tommy set up chairs and a table in the front yard so everyone could sit near the car while celebrating Joel. He kept looking over at it in disbelief before looking at you with eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. You couldn’t remember the last time your heart felt quite so full. 

You drove Ellie home, following slowly behind Joel in the new convertible. 

“OK I know what this shit means,” Ellie said, gesturing between you and Joel after you got home, your husband clutching you to his side. “Try to keep it down and not be gross about it because ugh.” 

“Was actually going to see if you wanted to take the car for a spin,” you smiled up at Joel. “Just you and me. Assuming Ellie will behave herself and actually go to bed at a reasonable time.” 

“Anything to get away from whatever that is,” Ellie said, smiling a little as she went to her room. You laughed. 

“So,” you said, once she closed the door to her room. You looked up at Joel, smiling. “Care to take me for a ride, Mr. Miller?” 

He grinned.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Miller.” 

He took you through town slowly, down quiet side streets filled with sleeping people and past businesses that had closed for the night, until the two of you ended up at a large park on the edge of town where things were a little darker and you could see some of the stars. 

“I can’t believe you got me a car, Baby,” he said, his hands running over the steering wheel. His smile was so big you could see it even in the dim light of the moon. “It’s really…” 

“If you say it’s too much again, Joel, I will go and buy you a second one on principle.” 

He laughed at that. 

“I was gonna say it was the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he said, turning to look at you. “Besides you and the girls of course.” 

“Oh, of course,” you smiled. 

He leaned in and kissed you gently. 

“Not sure what I did to deserve you,” he said. “But I sure am grateful for it.” 

Your kiss shifted and you started climbing over the center console, Joel taking a second to move his seat all the way back. You bunched your skirt around your hips and settled over him, kissing him harder, more eager. 

“I’m pretty damn grateful for you,” you whispered against his mouth, his hands going to your hips. You ground down on him and he moaned, pressing his hard length up against you through his jeans. “And I think the birthday boy should get laid in his dream car.” 

“Dream car,” he said, kissing you. “Dream woman.” He kissed you again. “Perfect fuckin’ birthday.” 

You unzipped his fly as you kissed him and tucked your panties to the side, notching his cock against your entrance. He moaned as you sank slowly down onto him, taking all of him inside of you, savoring how he filled you. 

You started slowly, just grinding him deeper into you as you kissed him, his tongue licking into your mouth. 

“You feel fuckin’ amazing Baby,” he moaned, kissing down your throat until he reached your breasts, cleavage bared in your v-neck top. “Always feel so damn good…” 

He was thrusting up into you, trying to set his own pace, and you decided to allow that, matching him stroke for stroke as he groaned below you. His hands ranged up your back, pawing at your shirt until be was able to raise it enough to slide below it and get at your skin with a satisfied moan. He clutched you close, so close that you could hardly move over him anymore. Instead, he fucked up into you, making you whimper and your channel tighten around him. 

“C’mon Baby,” he grunted, voice strained. “Want you to come for me. All I want now is you to come for me, come all over me, fuck Baby…” 

You bit down on his shoulder to keep quiet, the sounds of crickets and cicadas on the air as you came, your sex throbbed around him. You whimpered against him as you came down from your high and he kept working you, his grip on you tightening. 

“Fuck Baby,” he gasped. “Feel too good, I’m gonna… fuck… I’m…” 

He cut himself off with a groan, thrusting deep and filling you, his grip on you relaxing enough that you could sit up a little. You looked at him in the moonlight his eyes closed, a blissed out look on his face. You smiled a little, brushing his more unruly curls back from his forehead. 

“I love you so much, Baby,” he smiled a little, eyes still closed. 

“So I did alright for your birthday?” You teased lightly, his softening cock still buried inside you. 

He laughed. 

“Did perfect,” he tugged you close enough that he could kiss you again, careful to not push you back against the horn. “Perfect fuckin’ birthday, perfect fuckin’ woman, perfect fuckin’ wife.” 

“Good,” you smiled, kissing him. “You deserve it, Joel. You deserve the world.” 

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #lavender #joel miller smut #joel miller x oc

[flightlessangelwings]

Dive Bar Rockstar

Tommy Miller x fem!bartender!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 4.5k

Warnings- smut (18+ only!), mutual pining, bartender reader, alcohol mention, oral (f receiving), protected sex, first time together, praise kink, love confessions, feelings, playful banter, takes place in Texas since that’s where the Millers live but no specific place is described and reader’s origin is not mentioned

Notes- This is inspired by and dedicated to mi amor @rae-gar-targaryen who helped me come up with this idea based on Gabriel’s IG posts of him playing guitar and singing. She also cameos as the bar owner here too!! This fic is set in canon but I help it open if you wanted to interpret it as before the outbreak or if the outbreak never happened. I put a lot of love into this one and I love this little story so much so I hope y’all enjoy this!!

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The bar hustled with life as people packed in for a night of entertainment. It was the routine for a few months now: the first Friday of every month, the bar you worked at was graced by the town’s new favorite performer. Before that, it was usually more quiet; some nights you just barely made enough to cover your rent. But since a mysterious yet handsome man with his guitar started showing up, crowds started to form to see him perform.

“Hey there sweetheart,” the man you only knew as Tommy greeted you with a bright smile and a subtle wink, “Ready for another Friday night show?”

“Tommy,” you breathed with a grin, “You know I always look forward to the first Friday now,” you gestured to the quickly filling bar, “Best night of the month for us!”

Tommy flashed you a charming smile. He hadn’t meant for this routine to start. As he cradled his beloved guitar in his hands, he thought about how the odds brought him here. 

To you.

He loved playing guitar and singing for people, but at the same time it was something he wanted to keep close to himself. It was a secret that he even performed, not even Joel and Sarah knew about it. That was why Tommy traveled hours away and only played in places where no one knew him.

His plan worked for a long time. Tommy would drive out in a random direction on Friday nights after work until he was sure he was far enough to avoid anyone he could possibly know. The smaller and less crowded the bar, the better. It was his way of having it both ways: keeping his secret and playing his heart out on stage.

But then he found himself here. From the moment he walked in the door and you caught his eye, Tommy knew this was different. Something about you just drew him in and he was hooked even before he spoke a single word to you. And when he played that first night, he felt like it was singing for you and you alone.

As luck would have it, however, a large bachelorette party wandered in and the bar was suddenly packed in with people eager to hear him play. Even when he was done, the crowd chanted for more. So, before he left that night, the owner of the bar struck a deal with Tommy that he would come on the first Friday of every month. And between the overly generous pay and the chance to see you constantly, Tommy couldn’t turn it down.

“Well,” Tommy cleared his throat as he realized he was staring at you while lost in thought, “I’m always happy to see my favorite bartender again.” He couldn’t help but flirt with you a bit.

The way your smile lit up your face made Tommy’s heart flutter in his chest and your eyes darted from his face down to the bar a few times, “I’m always happy to see my favorite dive bar rockstar again,” you quipped back playfully as you grabbed a bottle of liquor and a mixer and made Tommy’s drink before he even had to ask, “Whiskey sour,” you slid it to him.

“Thanks sweetheart,” Tommy took the glass from you and his fingertips lingered against yours for just a moment longer than necessary. But he couldn’t help the way he just wanted to hold you and keep you close. With a nod, he left some money on the counter for his drink and turned to leave.

“Tommy,” you called out to him. When he turned around, you tossed a water bottle at him, which he caught seamlessly, “On the house. Gotta keep hydrated too,” you threw him a wink as well.

Tommy felt his chest tighten, but he fought to keep it hidden, “Thanks sweetheart,” he repeated himself as he cheered you with the water bottle and went to get set up. 

From the moment Tommy hit the tiny stage, the crowd cheered loudly, excited to see their favorite local performer once more. People rushed to get their drinks before he started playing, which made you busy until the first note rang through the air. Just as everyone else in the room was captivated by Tommy’s guitar and soulful singing voice, so were you. When you got a lull in drink orders, you leaned against the bar and just watched with a wistful look in your eyes.

He mostly played acoustic covers of songs from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Some nights, a drummer and second guitarist joined him, but tonight, Tommy was solo. The way Tommy sang from his heart mesmerized you. The way the spotlight hit his face showed the way he furrowed his brows from the emotions he felt in the songs. And the way his fingers nimbly played the guitar set your imagination ablaze.

But it wasn’t until he sang Aerosmith’s Dream On that you felt your heart flutter in your chest. The chords seemed to convey the exact way he felt and the passion in his voice when he belted the chorus enchanted you. It felt like everyone in the bar felt the same way too since no one seemed to move for the entirety of the song.

When that song was over, Tommy took a quick break for a sip of water and to speak to the crowd, “Thank y’all for coming out tonight!”

The crowd cheered and chanted his name.

“Alright alright,” Tommy’s cheeks flushed in a limelight as he calmed the crowd, “Special shout out to Miss Rae, the lovely owner who lets me come back again and again,” he gestured to your boss who stood at the end of the bar as the spotlight shined on her for a moment for her to wave before it went back to Tommy, “And be sure to tip your bartenders,” especially my favorite one, “They’ve been working hard all night,” his eyes landed right on you at the crowd applauded. 

Notes filled the room again- a familiar tune. You gasped as the notes danced around your heart, Selena’s Dreaming of You flowing from his lips and guitar. You were sure you imagined it, but every time Tommy played that song, it felt like he sang it for you. His eyes bore into yours as he sang, and your hands trembled under the weight of your nerves. But, as much as you wanted to stand and listen, a customer called out for a drink and you had to get back to work, the song continuing to play in the background like a comforting hug. 

*

It was late into the night when the last patron finally stumbled out the door and into the taxi you called for him. Busy nights were great for your paycheck, but you were exhausted by the end of the shift. You bid your coworker goodnight as he turned to leave as well, “I’ll lock up,” you told him, “Goodnight.”

A muffled goodnight echoed back from your equally tired fellow bartender and you let out a soft chuckle. But, as you closed the door and turned around expecting to find an empty bar, you let out a gasp when you saw Tommy lean against the bar.

“Tommy?!” the startle was apparent in your voice, “What are you still doing here? I thought you’d left.”

He let out a soft laugh, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” he took a few steps towards you “I got swarmed by some groupies,” his tone dropped “Got busy in the bathroom…”

“Oh…” your face dropped as your gaze fell to the floor and your shoulders slumped, failing to hide your disappointment.

“Kidding, sweetheart!” Tommy couldn’t help the hearty laugh even if he felt a little bad for making you sad, “There’s only one gal I’ve got my eye on.” 

Your eyes snapped back to meet Tommy’s and you let out another soft gasp when he closed the gap between your bodies and cupped your face. Tenderly, he tilted your face towards his, “Can I walk you to your car, baby?” he asked in a low tone, “Gotta keep my favorite bartender safe.” 

“S-sure,” you stuttered, suddenly feeling nervous, “Let me just put this last crate away and lock up.”

“I got it, baby,” Tommy’s brightness filled the dimly lit room as he bolted for the large box that sat on the bar, “Where do you want this?” he asked as he lifted the heavy box with a huff.

“Oh,” you didn’t even realize the trance you fell in from Tommy’s actions. The skin on your face still burned where he gently touched it and you swore it sent tingles throughout your entire body. But you recovered yourself and rushed towards the back, “Right here,” you opened the door to the office and watched as Tommy’s muscles strained from carrying the box of supplies, “Thanks,” you breathed as his scent suddenly engulfed your senses again and the warmth from his body radiated a comfort unlike anything else.

Tommy grinned at you, “Shall we?” he gestured to the open space and waited for you to move, “Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman,” you gave him a slight curtsy to tease him back.

Tommy stayed at your side as you both left the now empty bar and you locked the back doors behind you. He seemed to be on guard, looking out for anyone who may be lingering in the shadows. But, the parking lot in the back was small, and your car was parked only a few feet from the door.

“Well, this is me,” you gestured to your car as you noticed the truck parked next to you, “This you?”

“Yep,” Tommy’s hands rested on his hips for a moment as he looked you up and down.

For several moments, the two of you stood awkwardly as you both fiddled with your clothes. Tension hung in the air between you as you both felt like the other had something to say, yet were too nervous to voice it. Tommy couldn’t help but think you were so beautiful in the moonlight, and he couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never.

“Hey sweetheart?” he asked as he stepped closer and cupped your chin once more, gently guiding you to look into his eyes, “I gotta say… Seeing you is always the best part of my night…”

“Me too,” you breathed.

“Shit you’re so fuckin pretty,” Tommy sounded breathless, “Is…” he cleared his throat as his nerves crept up on him, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

You expected him to move quickly and crash his lips into yours. But that’s not what happened. Tommy took his time, moving slowly and starting gently. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you instinctively reached out for his collar to ground yourself as you surrendered to his kiss. His arms wrapped around you as he deepened the kiss, and he swallowed the soft moan you let out.

Breaking away for a breath, you rested your forehead against Tommy’ as you both swayed from side to side, dancing to the music that wasn’t there. You never wanted this moment to end. “It’s kinda late for you to drive back home,” you broke the comfortable silence, “You want to stay at my place tonight?”

Tommy grinned widely, “Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

*

“Can I get you something you drink?” you asked as you felt the nerves creep up on you the moment you both entered your place. The drive was short since you lived close to the bar, and being apart from Tommy while he followed you in his truck made your heart ache for him. Even being apart for the short dive was enough to make you want him even more, though his headlights never left your rearview mirror. 

“I think you’ve made enough drinks tonight, sweetheart,” Tommy joked, “I’m good.”

Gathering some boldness, you smirked, “Good thing my boyfriend is out of town this weekend so we get the place to ourselves.”

Tommy’s eyes went wide, “Boyfriend?!”

You burst into laughter, “Kidding!” 

“That’s gettin’ me back for the groupie comment, isn’t it?” he put his hands on his hips as he chuckled softly. Tommy glanced down at the floor for a moment before his gaze rose to meet yours and the look on your face took his breath away. He could tell you were nervous. He was too. He imagined this for so long- what it would be like to hold you, to kiss you, to feel you under him. It’s why he kept coming back to this little dive bar. Taking a step towards you, he added in a lower tone, “Is there anythin’ I can do to make it up to ya, baby?”

Heat rose in your chest and your face as your arms tingled. Tommy was right in front of you, his hand ghosted over your face as he held himself back. You let out a sharp exhale, “I can think of one thing,” you shimmied your shoulders subtly as you took a step towards him and entered his space.

Tommy gently took your chin into his hand, “What is it?” he whispered.

“Kiss me again.”

He smirked as his lips hovered over yours, “Yes ma’am.”

His lips crashed against yours and you felt as if your heart was about to burst from your chest. Immediately, you deepened the kiss and grabbed onto his collar to pull him flush against your body. For months, you wondered what it would be like to have Tommy at your place, but the reality was so much better than any dream you ever had. The way he looked at you made your hands tremble and you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you so passionately. Tommy kissed you like it was your last day together, and it only made you hotter for him as you felt a pulse between your legs.

You guided him backwards until your back collided against the wall. He groaned against your face as you gasped into him, and Tommy only held you tighter as he pinned you against the wall. His hands roamed around your figure, studying every curve and dip of your body. He bucked his hips against yours and you couldn’t help the moan you let out when you felt that he was half hard already.

As his hands dipped under your shirt and hooked the fabric with his fingers, Tommy paused and broke away from you, “Is this alright?” his voice was breathy as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Yes,” your eyes fluttered open for a moment as you grabbed his shirt, “I want this… Want you…”

“Fuck…” Tommy groaned softly as he lifted your shirt up and off your body before he broke away so you could do the same with his shirt, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby,” he moaned before he crashed his lips with yours again, this time in a more desperate and heated kiss.

Tommy’s hands grazed along your chest, savoring the feeling of your skin under his fingers. When he reached your breasts, he gave them a soft squeeze, and he grunted when you moaned into him. His hands moved down your stomach until he dipped his fingers under your pants.

While Tommy’s hand cupped your pussy, you fumbled with the belt on his jeans as best you could. But when his finger made contact with your clit, you broke the kiss to moan loudly and your head hit the wall. Instead, you just clung to him as his finger rubbed at your clit a few times before pushing inside you. He growled when you cried out his name and clenched around his finger.

“Fuck… Tommy…” you moaned as he crooked his finger inside you, “Bed…” was all you could manage.

“Lead the way baby,” he groaned in your ear as he slowly pulled his finger out of you.

Feeling a new sense of urgency, you tugged at Tommy as you led him into your room, both of you shedding the rest of each other’s clothing along the way. When you hit the edge of your bed, you grabbed him and fell back onto your plush mattress, landing on your back with his body completely covering yours. Both of you stilled for a moment as you looked into the other’s eyes before you both burst into giggles.

Tommy cupped the side of your face as he studied how you looked in the moonlight, “Baby,” he sighed, “You ain’t never been more beautiful,” he leaned forward and kissed you again.

You moaned into his mouth as your hands roamed all over his back, towards his shoulders, and to his chest. You gave his pecs a firm squeeze and you both groaned when his cock twitched against your bodies. 

Tommy kissed his way down your body until he reached your breast. Wrapping his lips around your nipple, he groaned when your hand landed in his hair and gave it a soft tug as you writhed in pleasure. Your sounds filled the room as Tommy lapped at your nipple with his tongue as he kneaded your breasts with both his hands.

As much as he would have loved to take his time with you, Tommy felt his overwhelming need so he shifted himself down so that he was settled between your parted legs. His mouth dropped open when he saw you from this angle, and he saw the way your pussy practically dripped with need as you looked at him with glazed over eyes.

“Shit baby,” he sighed, “I lied,” Tommy let out a breathy groan, “Now you’ve never looked more beautiful…”

Before you could say anything back, Tommy lunged forward and covered your pussy with his lips, immediately licking and slurping as he devoured you. All you could do was scream and bury your hands in his hair as he ravished you like a popsicle on a hot summer day. Your mind swam in pleasure as tears filled your eyes. Between the emotions of finally having Tommy and the way he gave you a pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt before, it was overwhelming in the best way.

“Fuck… Tommy… I’m…” was all you could get out before your climax hit you like a freight train. Your entire body trembled as you tugged at his hair and came hard into his mouth.

Greedily, Tommy licked up every drop of your release, and the way you pulled his hair only turned him on more. When he finally broke away, he watched you tremble with the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm. Tommy wished he had all the time in the world ro make you do that over and over again. He didn’t even care about his own release as long as he got to eat your pussy as long as you’d let him.

“Tommy,” your voice broke him out of his thoughts and when he met your eyes, he felt his cock strain with desire. And your next three words only sent him over the edge, “I need you.”

Tommy growled as he reeled forward and took your lips with his own. Evidence of your release still dripped from his chin as his tongue tangled with yours in desperation, “Condom?” he asked in a low tone.

“Second drawer.”

He leaned forward and pulled out what he was looking for. As he opened the pack and rolled it onto his throbbing cock, Tommy smirked, “Boyfriend’s?” he asked with a laugh.

A bright smile on your face lit up the room, “Sure,” you replied deadpan before you turned serious, “There’s no one else,” you whispered almost in a plea, “There was never anyone else…”

Tommy cupped your face as he made himself comfortable between your legs, “Sweetheart…” was all he could say in the moment. He too was lost in his emotions, especially when you were bare for him and looked up at him like that, it was almost too much for him. And when he finally entered you for the first time… “Fuck…”

Both of you gasped as he pushed inside you, filling you up inch by inch. You clung to Tommy’s shoulders as he covered your body with his as he took his time. Whimpers and moans from both of you filled the room as tears filled both your eyes.

“Shit baby,” Tommy groaned when his hips met yours, “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Tommy…” you breathed as you dug your nails into his soft skin, “Fuck…”

With a grunt, Tommy rocked back and slammed fully into you again. Skin slapped against skin as he fucked you in a slow yet passionate pace. Every time his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, you screamed just a little bit louder, and it drove him wild. Your legs hung in the air on either side of him as he held you tightly, wrapping himself around you as you wrapped yourself around his cock.

“Fuck,” he growled your name, “Fuck… Baby… Takin’ me so well… So good…”

“Oh fuck… Tommy…” you moaned as you dug your nails harder into his skin. You felt the skin break, but neither of you cared, “Feels so good… Fuck me…”

He let out a primal groan as he snapped his hips against yours harder and faster. Consumed by need, Tommy held you tightly as he pounded into you, determined to send you over the edge again.

“M’ gonna cum baby,” Tommy murmured in your ear, “Cum with me baby.”

“Tommy… Cum inside me…” you moaned as you felt the familiar tingles erupt throughout your body.

“Shit… Fuck…”

Passions exploded between your bodies as you both came at the same time. Moans and groans and curses echoed in the room as you both rode out your climaxes on each other’s bodies. Tommy kept up his pace as long as he could, determined to feel you until he couldn't keep up anymore. When he had no more left to give, he collapsed down and rolled onto his side, sliding out of you and feeling the splash of your releases in the process.

You whimpered as you suddenly felt Tommy pull away from you, but you didn’t feel that loss for long. He quickly ripped off the condom and gathered you in his arms, holding you close as you rested your head on his chest and felt his heart pound just as hard as yours did.

“Wow,” you breathed as you kissed Tommy’s chest.

He let out a short laugh, “Wow yourself, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of your head.

The two of you laid together in his comfortable silence until the sun started to rise in the distance. Without lifting your head up, you wrapped your arms around Tommy and whispered, “Stay…”

Tommy grinned as he held you tighter as well, “Whatever you want baby.” 

*

The sun hitting your eyes woke you up from a comfortable sleep. You were sure you slept in later than you meant to from how bright the light was through the window, but it was well worth it. Groaning, you reached out, looking for your guest, but you were surprised to find you were alone in your bed. With a gasp, you shot upright and looked around. You were alone in your bedroom, but a soft melody that played from the living room told you where Tommy was.

With a smile, you grabbed some clothes and tiptoed your way towards your bedroom door. Tommy seemed to play random notes at first, just strumming whatever came into his mind. You thought you heard some chords to La Llorona until the melody suddenly changed to something familiar…

Tommy played Dreaming of You softly to himself, lost in his own world of the notes of the guitar. His back was turned to you, and he didn’t hear you come in. You lingered behind him, just enjoying the way he played from his heart until you cleared your throat.

Tommy spun around with his eyes wide, but when he looked you up and down he broke into a smile, “Afternoon, baby.”

“Is it really that late?” you asked as you sat down next to him.

“It is,” Tommy replied with a smirk.

“Guess that’s what happens when an overnight guest keeps me up all night,” your tone was sly.

He let out a soft laugh before he gestured to the table, “I got up a little while ago and got you some coffee and breakfast. Wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a bit of everything,” Tommy sounded a little sheepish and you found it adorable. His freckles accentuated his face perfectly as the early afternoon sun highlighted his eyes and smile. 

“It smells so good,” you inhaled as you closed your eyes and savored the smells that filled your place. After several moments, you broke the silence with a thought that nagged at your mind, “That song…”

“Was for you,” Tommy answered your question before you could ask it, “It’s always been for you.” 

You exhaled deeply as you lost yourself in his soft eyes. Emotions overwhelmed you and words failed you. Tommy shuffled forward and cupped your face tenderly, wiping away a tear that you didn’t realize had formed in the corner of your eye.

“You wanna hear a secret?” Tommy whispered as he looked at you with pure adoration.

You nodded and swallowed hard.

���You’re the most beautiful girl I ever met,” he exhaled with a short laugh. When you rolled your eyes playfully he turned more serious, “But really,” he cleared his throat, “This is the only place I come back to.”

“What do you mean?” you asked in a hushed tone.

“No one in my life knows I play like this,” Tommy explained, “Not even my brother and my niece. I go to random bars hours away from home so no one knows me.”

“Why do you come back here then?” your nerves made your hands tremble and your heart pounded in your chest.

Tommy gave you a meaningful look as he cupped your chin, “I think you know why, sugar…”

You exhaled sharply, “Maybe I want to hear it, Tommy.”

“Miller,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over yours, “My last name is Miller,” he mumbled, “And I come back for you, sweetheart,” he added before he kissed you softly yet passionately. 

You clung to him as you lost yourself in him once more, and you found that you enjoy surrendering to him. You felt safe with him. You felt secure with him. You didn’t want him to leave you again…

“Baby?” Tommy murmured when he broke the kiss, “How about next weekend you come visit my neck of the woods? Meet my brother and niece? I don’t think I can last a month before seein’ you again.”

I can’t wait a month either, you thought to yourself before you smiled brightly, “I’d like that.” 

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[tiffanytoms]

Helloooooo, I know you’ve been having a break (deservedly so😌) however….. I went to a magic Mike show in London today and all I could think about was “imagine James and Lily in this situation” I mean I’m no writer so I don’t know how the story line would go, obviously James dancing on stage and then lily in the audience, maybe Sirius tries to set them up after the show because he sees how much James fancies her? And we all know Sirius would love to show himself off so he could of course be on stage too😍😂 so my question is, would you ever consider writing maybe a one shot based around this? Or know anyone who would be willing? As I can no longer get this out of my head and will be thinking about this for dayyysssss😂😂

Girl, your request possessed me today 🤪 Next time save me a seat!

I give you...

🕺🏻 Magic James ✨

Fic below the cut!

James

“Pads, I’m going to fucking murder you—“

“How is this my fault?”

“Because all of this was your bloody idea!” James Potter cried out to his best friend while covered in baby oil and wearing ridiculously tight football shorts. James loved playing football, and he was good at it too, so he would know that wearing these shorts would actually not make any sense at all in the real world. How were you supposed to properly tackle if you were afraid you’d tear your kit and accidentally show everyone your skivvies in the process?

But that was neither here nor there. Because these were exactly the kind of football shorts you wore if you were a stripper at Magic Mike in London — because that was exactly the point. The more skivvies you showed off — or better yet, bare arsecheeks — the more popular you were.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you voluntarily signed up with me and made a shit ton of cash every weekend for the past—”

“I just wanted to be supportive!” James rebutted, his voice going up an octave. Okay, so that wasn’t the whole truth (he’d always been a bit of a showoff and he knew he had the body to match), but it was at least partially true. Ever since Sirius’ terrible parents had cut him off financially, Sirius had needed to find inventive ways to make money so he could stay in university with James. James had offered to just pay his tuition for him, but Sirius had been much too proud to accept that. So James did the second best thing — he went to his jobs with him. 

So that was the story of how James Potter found himself stripping on a Saturday night, some 30 or so odd kilometers from campus, presently losing his goddamn mind. You see, while James had a ton of fun dancing for cash while making ladies of all ages incredibly giddy — he still sort of wanted to keep his naughty little hobby a secret. So imagine his horror when he spotted his crush, the gorgeous redhead from his organic chemistry class that he hadn’t been able to shut up to his friends about for weeks, sitting front row in the middle of a bachelorette party. (Not hers at least — thank fuck.)

“Tcha. Sure,” Sirius teased, adjusting the silly, leather, fingerless gloves he was sporting. While James had been branded the jock of the performers, Sirius’ ensemble had more of a ‘bad boy’ vibe. James had doubled over laughing for a solid five minutes the first time he’d seen him backstage in it. “Look, maybe she won’t even recognize you—” It was the wrong thing to say to poor, frazzled James, because the only thing worse than Lily recognizing him would be if she didn’t even care enough about him to remember his existence and didn’t. Sirius, best mate that he was, realized his mistake and pivoted. “Okay. Remember that thing you’re always telling me about how you get in the zone when you play football and nothing else matters?”

“Yeah?” James asked confused, really not seeing the correlation here. It wasn’t like he could just dribble around Evans and score.

“So… just do that. Don’t overthink it, just do what you do best: perform, fuck your opponents up, show no mercy, and dominate.”

James felt like his brain had just melted hearing all his usual sports tricks being used in reference to… her. “You want me to dominate Evans?”

“No, not like that!” Sirius’ expression changed from exasperated to contemplative. “I mean, maybe. If you think she’d be into that—”

“Okay, worst pep talk ever—”

“Prongs, mate,” Sirius said, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Stop stressing. You love this gig; I know you do. And you said it yourself that you don’t know how to break the ice with this girl, right? Well, guess what?” James groaned at the inevitable conclusion to this thought process. “This will be the best icebreaker ever.” Sirius gave James a good ol’ spank on the bum. “Have fun, go wild.” He winked. “Give her a show she won’t forget.”

Fuck my life.

Lily

“Is that… Sirius Black?” Lily’s friend and roommate Mary asked, far too excitedly, by her side after a boy their age walked on stage. The corny, overdramatic announcer had just proclaimed that it was actually, ‘PAAAAAAADDDDFOOOOOOTTTT!’ but everyone knew that was just a silly stage name.

“I doubt our classmates have secret side gigs as strippers, Mare,” Lily sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Truth be told, she really hadn’t wanted to come here. These kinds of shows just weren’t her thing, but Frank was her best friend, and Alice was the love of his life — so she was trying to put in the effort by attending her bachelorette party. 

Mary had also given her a pep talk after Lily had lamented how degrading this was to the men, saying, ‘Lils. Are you serious? These guys love their jobs. They get paid to have women ogle their physiques and go crazy over them. Even the gay ones get a massive ego boost and get paid to dance and then check out their boyfriends when they perform. It’s really not that deep. Leave your gender studies minor at school and have fucking fun! I promise you, none of them had a gun pointed to their heads when they took this job. Stop being so judgy and let the men do what they wanna do!’ Truthfully, that had put Lily in her place. Just because she wouldn’t be caught dead stripping, didn’t mean that other people felt the same way and couldn’t find it liberating.

“No, that’s definitely him. I’d recognize that bum anywhere,” Mary responded, eyes still glued to the stage.

“Oh my god, I think it is him,” Lily agreed, hiding her giggle behind her hand. Black was a bit of an enigma across campus, being one of the best looking students there, but always seeming too brooding and untouchable to approach. One of the only things that softened and humanized him was his best friend, Potter. With bright eyes, an easy laugh, and a presence that could light up even her most dreary of least favorite classes, Potter was hard to miss. So if Potter, an endless ray of sunshine, found Black to be a good best mate, Lily found that it spoke volumes of his character.

The crowd started going wild as Black, definitely the hottest dancer they’d had yet, started walking around the stage, clearly feeling at home in tight jeans and a vest. Was the look a lot? Yes. Was it simultaneously hot and showing off every inch of his gorgeous body? Also fucking yes. 

Lily giggled as she felt herself loosening up, slowly becoming just as invested in this sexy little game of make-believe as all of her friends. She knew Black. He was one of the most stubborn men she’d ever met. No one would ever tell him what to do… so if he was here… He wanted to be here. 

When he passed by her and practically twerked his ass in her face, she laughed her own ass off and put a five pound note in his g-string. 

“There we go, Lils!” Mary cheered next to her, already having slapped his butt twice like she was playing the bongo drums. Lily guessed it was the reason Sirius seemed to be spending so much time on their side of the stage. 

“I’m going to get another drink! Want one?” Lily yelled over the screams as she excused herself, needing a small breather from all the action. Mary was far too enthralled by the show to pay her any mind. 

As much as Sirius was a great dancer, Lily was a bit embarrassed about where seeing him on stage was making her mind wander. Because, if she was being honest, she didn’t want to see Sirius up there, she wanted to see her goofy, ridiculous (-ly fit) lab partner strutting his stuff. For the first few weeks of class, she’d found him too cocky and a bit annoying, but the more she hung out with him, the more she realized all that arrogance was a mask for how adorably frazzled he got around her. It was a completely insane scenario, because he looked like a hero straight out of a Greek myth, but whatever. She’d often find him staring at her during lectures (and then kick himself) and making up the most ludicrous reasons to talk to her. She knew he was smart, but he’d still ask her for help with lab work. Of course she’d help him, but both of them knew it was all a secret rouse to hang out. Lily just hoped he would eventually work up the nerve to ask her out soon. 

(And in the meantime, she was going to the university football games just to catch a glimpse of him playing. He was good. Like really good. He also seemed to go into some sort of fugue state when he played, completely in the zone, so Lily never even had to worry that he’d spot her in his crowd of admirers.)

Basically, Lily was a chicken. And she knew it.

Alas, that’s a problem to sort through another time, she thought as she returned to her seat, exorbitantly expensive drink in tow. 

She’d just sat back down next to Mary, who was fanning herself off, when the announcer’s voice blared through the speakers once more: “And next, we have the incredible, looking damn edible, PRRRROOOOOONGGGGSSSSS!” 

The next few seconds passed in a weird sort of blur as a few things happened in rapid succession. Firstly, the fittest crush she’d ever had walked out on stage to Sam Smith’s “Unholy” wearing a generic football uniform with a ball tucked under his arm causing Lily to think that perhaps she’d fallen on the steps and hit her head — now dreaming about what she actually wanted to see. Secondly, Mary turned to her and exclaimed, “No fucking way!” the most pleased grin ever plastered on her face. Mary had spent far too many drunken nights hearing Lily lamenting over her crush of the nerdy footballer, so as far as she was concerned, the sooner the two gave in to their obvious attraction to each other and actually went out, the better. Thirdly… damn, Potter was really good at doing little football party tricks. Never letting the ball touch the ground, he’d bounced it on what seemed like every one of his delectable body parts, all while ripping off his shirt. 

Oh. My. God.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Lily swore time stood still as the thin — obviously pre-torn, but who the hell cared — fabric of his top gave way to reveal his glistening (why is it glistening?!) chest in the dazzling lights of the stage as he kept, miraculously, bouncing that damn ball. Honestly, Lily didn’t know what to be more impressed with: his fucking toned as hell body, or his obvious skill that came from years and years of loving the sport. It was hot that he’d committed so much time and effort into something. Lily really wanted to be the next thing he committed effort into — his next fucking obsession. 

She also really wanted him to get off the stage so she could ogle him all by herself, preferably in the comfort and privacy of her own flat. Now. Please and thank you. 

“Put your panties back on…” Mary drawled at her side, completely over the moon to have caught Lily in such a horny state.

“Shut up,” Lily shot back, cheeks feeling like they were on fire. She still wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t dreaming. Her throat had gone dry as all of her body’s moisture had somehow all drained… elsewhere. Get it the fuck together, Evans. He’s a human. Show him a little respect.

But looking at his body as he did a bicycle kick to rid himself of his prop ball and then somehow jumped forward onto his feet when he’d just been laying flat on his back… maybe she wanted to retract that statement. This man was many things… but a damsel in distress in need of her honorable gaze in order to protect his virtue was not one of them. This man was hot as fuck — he knew it… and he wanted her to relish it.

And who was Lily to not play along with that?

His eyes landed on her a second later, and Lily swore that she felt her heart as it skipped a beat. His almost shy smile to his trainers as he threw himself into a daring front flip and landed into some sort of unnatural humping position, held up entirely by his upper half, only amplified all of her stomach’s butterflies.

“Are you fucking… Lily. Lily fucking Evans…” Mary hissed beside her. “Look at him. LOOK AT HIM! If you don’t shag this man in the next five minutes, I swear to—“

Mary didn’t get to finish her sentence, because in the next moment, right after James had finished making Lily desperately pray to the heavens above that she could be reincarnated into a very specific section of laminate, the DJ had switched the song. The whole vibe of the club changed as a very sultry beat came on, Ashlee’s “Alone With You,” and James walked right to the very edge of the stage, and offered her his open palm. 

Her. Offered her. Lily looked at his hand like it was a ticking time bomb. 

“Go!” Mary roared as she shoved Lily forward into James’ awaiting grasp.

Lily allowed James to pull her onto the stage, eyes wide and heart thudding madly. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he responded in kind.

Sure, she’d been around him plenty of times before, but chest to (oily, glistening, fucking naked) chest seemed very different. He still had the same eyes off course, promising mischief — but now it was impossible not to know exactly what sort of mischief he was foretelling with those golden specks, glowing in a sea of hazel warmth. His smirk that she’d interpreted as perfectly wholesome before was downright filthy now, and his hair that had looked so windswept in the past currently mocked her former innocence with how obviously it screamed sex. She wanted to run her hands through it, she wanted to pull it, she wanted to absolutely destroy it as she rode him, forcing him to look up into her eyes as she came around him.

Who the fuck was she and what did this magical place do to her?

“You okay with this?” he asked her as he walked backwards, leading her to the center of the stage, clearly about to incorporate her body into his routine if she’d let him. 

She couldn’t wait. “Do your worst,” she answered, deciding, fuck it, she was all in. 

James’ face contorted between shock, glee, and unmitigated lust all in the span of two seconds. “You sure?” he whispered, body lithe and bare and hers. So hers right here in front of her. He had this errant, dark lock on his forehead, all but challenging Lily to sink her fingers into his hair and muss everything up even further. Why are you so obsessed with his hair right now?

“Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, Potter.” Lily wasn’t sure where it came from, but she was sure she’d never meant a sentence more.

James smirked, coming completely into his element as he swung Lily around by her hand and caught her spin right in front of chest. “Just keep your body limber, okay?” he hushed into her ear as she was pressed up against him.

Before she even had time to ponder his request, Lily felt James’ large hands — the same ones she’d only briefly touched before as he’d passed her notes and pencils in class — close in around her waist before hoisting her up in the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she supposed that was the point, because a moment later he had her pinned up against a prop wall. There wasn’t an encouraging yell louder than Mary’s in the crowd… and an unknown man’s whooping from backstage. 

James did a tantalizing body roll into her, making Lily gasp as she felt his hips lighting up every inch of her core. When she’d put on leggings earlier in the night, she’d been thinking about her comfort during an uncomfortable night out on the town — not donning the perfect clothing to feel her crush’s pelvis as it crashed rhythmically into her own in front of an entire audience.

“All right, Evans?” James asked as he pushed his hips into her further, making her eyelids flutter closed and keeping her steady against the wall so he could grab her left wrist, and then her right, pinning both of them next to her head. Lily didn’t know she needed this rough manhandling in her life until she was literally experiencing it. He was tossing her around like she was a rag doll and she was loving it. His breathing was coming in hot and heavy on the side of her throat, and she had to wonder if it was club protocol for dancers to actually start kissing their marks. Sure, it was only the soft, gentle start of a neck hickey, but the sensation still had her squirming against him, trying to fight herself from moaning his name as his clutch around her wrists tightened. He had to be getting off on this move too. He had to be. 

The lyrics of the song talked about not letting him stop right there, and Lily vehemently agreed. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. She couldn’t wait to see what she could push him to do next. “Is that all you got?”

He smirked at her goading, pulling back before sliding her upwards against the wall so he could sneak his shoulders underneath her thighs, pulling her knees behind him as he propped the apex of her legs right in front of her face. Her hands instinctually dug into his unruly locks — in order to steady herself on this precarious perch, or because this move was clearly meant to simulate oral sex and that’s exactly where her hands would find themselves if he’d been doing this for real, she wasn’t at liberty to say. All she knew was that a few seconds later, she felt one strong hand gripping her thigh, keeping her safely in place above him, and another on the small of her back for balance as he spun them from the wall, bringing them back to centerstage. Damn, he’s strong… And fuck did she want to actually be feeling this. As hot as the tease was, as warm as his breath was soaking right through the thin cotton fabric of her leggings, she wanted more, she needed more. She could so easily imagine him tearing her clothes off, ridding her of these pesky barriers, and plunging his tongue deep into where she really wanted it.

How was he making her feel this way? How was he getting her all hot and bothered like this in public?

Her consciousness broke through her lecherous thoughts as she realized just how blinding the stage lights were. It was very different to be staring at James — whose aura could completely drown out the screams of horny ecstasy roaring all around them — than at a white wash alerting her that she was currently a main character in this spectacle happening on a stage being illuminated from above. 

As if sensing her concern, James shrugged her off of his shoulders immediately, catching her around his chest before lowering both of them to the floor. For a second, it was just them again, Lily’s mind traveling to some far off scenario where she’d actually had the nerve to ask James out on a date, it had gone well, and they were celebrating together in her bed. She bit her lower lip as she looked down. He was holding his upper body weight off of her making his biceps bulge, caging them in together, but his hips were back to resting against hers as if he truly couldn’t resist her. She had to wonder if the growing hardness she felt there was all a part of the act, or if it was actually just him. 

Her eyebrow raised as she caught his gaze, a smirk forming on her lips. “You all right, Potter?” Staying still, just staring at each other, had to be bad for business. She had a growing suspicion that neither one of them cared.

He looked almost sheepish. “Shut it, Evans.”

In a mortifying moment, Lily realized he’d seen just how envious she’d been of the floor earlier when he started repeating the same damn humping motion, holding himself up above her as he used his ab muscles to lower his hips and legs down over her body in a snaking motion again, and again. The coordination it took… the core strength… the way it’s rubbing his clearly hard cock against me over and over.

Lily Evans was a fucking goner for this man. Just as she was admiring one of his football injuries on his collarbone, wondering if she’d get kicked out of the club for kissing it (what could she say? Mary’s yells from the sidelines were making her feel awfully brazen), James fully dropped his body weight on top of her and rolled them over so Lily was straddling his lap. One of his hands found purchase on her hip, encouraging her to grind on him.

“Ride me, Evans,“ he cooed as he found his footing beneath him, bucking his pelvis up and down in waves.

He was so fucking hot. Lily’s hands started on his abs, his unnaturally well defined abs, as his first action had taken her by surprise and she’d needed to stabilize herself (okay, fine, and she really wanted to touch those perfect, perfect abs), but she found herself wanting more intimacy the longer he kept rocking her on top of himself. Even though his free hand was pushing one of hers up his chest, urging her to feel every cut ridge and ripple of his oiled up body, she had her own ideas of what she wanted. Grabbing the hand on her hips, she peeled his fingers off of her and trailed them up her waist, grazing the side of her breast, before she interlocked her fingers with him between their bodies. Their eyes locked, understanding dawning on his face, as he switched up the positioning of their other hands and did the same, squeezing her palms into his own. Something changed in his eyes then, she guessed in both of theirs, as if he too was suddenly living the exact same scenario as she was where this could be real, she could be saucily rolling her body on top of him for real — if only they had the balls to do something about it.

“Go out with me, Potter,” she panted. She didn’t know if it was her actual feelings, or the booze, or the nerves, or her fucking riled up hormones (so ready to fuck the shit out of this boy), but whatever it was, she was so friggin’ glad she’d finally had the guts to just ask. 

James’ hips stilled, dropping Lily flat on top of him with an ‘Oof!’ 

“Are you serious?!” he cried out, oh so fucking happy. He didn’t let her wallow in the terrifying possible connotations of that question for too long, because before she knew it, he’d pulled her the rest of the way down to his level, and kissed her soundly as one of his hands buried in her hair. 

“Ehhh… let’s give it up for PRRRROOOONGGGSS!?” the announcer’s voice declared as chaos descended upon the club. About two hundred women had just witnessed one of the sexiest dancers planting a life-altering smooch on an audience member and were now clamoring to be next. 

“Oy, shit head! Get off the stage!” Lily broke free from James’ kiss and looked back to see Sirius staring at them incredulously behind the curtain. A moment later, James jumped to his feet and dragged her backstage with him. “What the hell were you—” he stopped himself short and interjected a jovial little, “Hi, Evans,” for her sake.

“Hi, Black,” Lily replied awkwardly, not really knowing where things were supposed to go from here. 

“Glad you finally threw this guy a bone. Things were getting pretty desperate,” Sirius said casually before turning back to James. “You’re probably fired, you know that?”

“Yeah…” James replied, cutely running a hand through his hair. Lily noticed his other hand remained firmly interlocked with hers. “I don’t really care though?”

Sirius rolled his eyes before walking back to the dressing room to get ready for his next set. “Tosser!” he yelled over his shoulder.

James turned back to Lily, his eyes glowing with possibilities. “So…” he began awkwardly. Cutely. Wonderfully. “You wanna maybe get out of here?”

“Yes.” Lily nodded, fighting off a shit-eating grin herself. “Absolutely.”

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[symptoms-syndrome]

Um. Not sure how to TW this? It's nothing too bad or anything but it's. IDK.

I'm feeling really shitty about something that happened this weekend.

It was my brother's birthday on Sunday. His boyfriend came from a state over for it and everything. He wanted to go clubbing on Saturday, so me, our two roommates, him, and his boyfriend got all dolled up and went out to the club.

This was a club I hadn't gone to before. It was kinda known around my circles as the normie gay bar, like where girls go for bachelorette parties and white twinks go and stuff, but like. It's his birthday so I'm not gonna question his choice or anything. I should have known it was more strict on security than the clubs I usually go to TBH. I had bought two of those tiny little bottles of alcohol because like hell am I gonna pay $20 for a G&T inside, and I've literally never had an issue with that before at the clubs I usually go to. Yes, it's against the rules, but at most they'd ask me to throw it out or something, which is no big loss because they're like a dollar fifty.

Anyway, this security person asked to check my bag and I thought I had put it off to the side where it was less visible, and again I never had a huge issue with this. But he said he couldn't let me in. Reasonable I guess, and I said I'd throw it out. He said no, I can't come in for the rest of the night. Again, I get it, but like. Still.

So me + the roommates (who also had alcohol, but hadn't had their bags checked yet) said ok, we'll go and brother + his boyfriend can have fun inside. We planned to wait like an hour and circle back to see if there was a different security guy who wouldn't remember, and I'd just drink my alcohol so I wouldn't have any contraband on me. We went around the block to some fast food place to hang out.

I sorta figured like. My brother enjoys clubbing on his own or with other friends (who were coming in an hour,) he can have fun and we can come back and join him or not. Plus his boyfriend is with him.

Except like. Apparently this wasn't the case. Apparently he had come looking for us, and we weren't there. When we went back, the same security guy was there, so one of my roommates decided to go in and find him, tell him I couldn't get in, and ask if he wanted to go to a different club or I could just go home, either was fine with me. Except she couldn't find him. Other roommate went in to help with the search. He couldn't find him either. Eventually his friends get there. No one can find him. We ask security to help. They're unhelpful. He's wearing really distinctive clothes (he was very goth, and as I said before the club is a VERY normie club) and they still refused to help. There was an hour and a half search party, he didn't answer his phone (I forgot that he had given it to me, since he didn't have pockets, and his boyfriend had given his phone to our roommate.) Eventually I see him walking past the club and almost cried because I was so relieved. Everyone gives him hugs. He gives everyone hugs. We all decide to go home because we had all been so worried. I say we can go clubbing again tomorrow.

I just feel really awful. I feel like I ruined his birthday. He wanted to go out and have fun and instead it turned into this immensely scary and stressful experience. And it feels like it's my fault. Partially because I forgot I had his phone, partially because I figured he'd be fine without me. It feels almost. IDK. Mean. To assume that he'd just have fun on his own. That he wouldn't want me to be there with him to celebrate his birthday. Devaluing myself hurt him. And that sucks. I just don't know what to do about it. Sunday we didn't go clubbing we just sort of. Stayed home. I did some small stuff, made him breakfast and the day previous I had made him monkey bread. I'm bad at gift giving but I like making people food.

I dunno. I just feel like I failed. I stopped being overprotective for one night (something I was definitely struggling with) and fucked everything up.

[from-a-reckless-writer]

38 Supercorp

"Fuck fuck fuckity fuck," Lena angrily chanted under her breath, hands clenched tight around the steering wheel as she slowed down. The officer behind her had thankfully silenced their sirens at the first sign that Lena was pulling up.

She forced herself to take deep breaths and calm her anger from explosive to just simmering below the surface. She really doesn't need this shit today.

The motorcycle pulled up next to her, if Lena played her cards right she could get out of this without giving up her license. She chanced a glance at her mirror, good thing she decided to wear a low-cut blouse. She's not above using her...assets if it meant getting out of this quicker.

The officer kicks down their stand and swings off. Lena collects herself, checks if her lipstick remains immaculate, she's played this game with enough business men before what's the difference with a police officer?

The difference, it turns out, is that the police officer happens to be a woman.

A gorgeous, blonde woman that made Lena choke on her own saliva, when she took off her helmet only to reveal deliciously perfect bone structure and luscious blonde hair flowed down her shoulders. It was like Lena was watching those pretentious shampoo commercials in real time, the only thing missing was a slow-mo effect.

Said gorgeous, attractive, beautiful--Lena needs more synonyms--knocks lightly on her window and Lena has to rub her three functioning brain cells in order to lower her window.

"Ma'am."

Oh, fuck her eyes are so blue.

"Ma'am."

Will I get more than just a fine if I invite her to my place?

"Ma'am."

Wait- Why drive back when we can do it here in the car? She looks like the car sex type, doesn't she?

"Excuse me, ma'am? Do I have your attention?"

Lena remembers a conversation needs a response from both parties if it wants to exist.

She snaps herself out of it--with the utmost effort, mind you--and clears her throat.

"Hi, officer."

Hi, officer? Hi, officer. What are you? A drunk bachelorette?!?

Lena fights the urge to bang her head on her steering wheel and tries to pay attention to the words coming out of the blonde's lips and not on how she's got the perfect Cupid's bow and what would it taste like pressed to hers?

She catches, "-license,", "-your fine." and at least three more Ma'am's.

Danvers, K.Z. She takes an important mental note.

"Ma'am your license please???"

"Oh. Oh yes. Yes. Right."

God, if she says please and ma'am one more time I'm going to commit a much bigger crime.

Lena fumbles for her purse, almost ripping open the zipper in her haste.

"Here, officer." She thrusts the card out of the window, wishing the blonde's hands would graze hers in the process.

"You can get your license back at the main office on Monday, ma'am. Considering it's the weekend today," she says absentmindedly, scribbling Lena a ticket.

"May I know the reason for your over-speeding ma'am?"

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck uhm uhm-

"Oh, uhm, I didn't want to be late for my daughter's birthday."

WHAT THE FUCk?

"Oh. A birthday huh?" The blonde breaks into a grin so bright it lights up Lena's entire useless empty lesbian soul.

The blonde much to Lena's gay panic, pokes her head in and looks at the assortment of gifts in her backseat.

"Looks like a lucky girl. You must be a great mom."

Okay, so what if she didn't know what Ruby wanted for her birthday and got her everything that Lena thinks a thirteen year-old wants? And so what if she used her goddaughter as an excuse, sue her, at least she got treated to this officer's smile right?

"Thank you. She's 13 today. Didn't know what she wanted so I uh- got everything..." she gestures weakly to the gifts.

"Well, I'm sure you're going to make her happy today."

Yeah, I'm also sure you can make me very, very happy, officer.

"Mm-hm. Yes, that's the goal."

"Well, I won't keep you any longer."

Oh no please you can keep me as long as you like.

"Just don't speed again next time, alright ma'am? Tell your girl I wish her a happy birthday."

Lena stays there seated like an idiot as her eyes remains glued to the officer's err, backside while she walks away and mounts her bike again.

God, what I wouldn't give for me to mount her instead.

She gives Lena a small salute goodbye that was not supposed to be as hot as it is, before fitting her helmet and making the bike roar to life.

Lena remains stationary for a few moments, replaying the whole exchange in her head again and again. Before getting shocked into the present by her phone's shrill ringing.

Sam's face lights up the screen.

Shit, Sam's gonna kill me.

******

Sam doesn't kill her, at least not directly.

She does make her heart stop though.

"Lena!" Sam greets. "Finally! Ruby's waiting for you. Here let me take these. I have somebody I want to introduce to you."

Sam grabs the gifts from her arms and doesn't even bat an eye at the number of it all. She's learned not to fight Lena when it comes to spoiling Ruby. The house is decked in streamers and confetti. Outside, you can hear the high-pitched giggling of teenage girls.

Sam drags her out into the garden where the real party is.

"Sorry, I'm late. I got held up by-"

Lena's entire being freezes. Her sentence remains broken.

"Ma'am? I mean Ms. Luthor? I mean Le-wait your Ruby's other mom?"

"Kara! This is Le- other mom? Wait what? Do you two know each other?"

"Ruby's got another mom?"

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!!!!"

Everything happens so fast, suddenly officer--named Kara, apparently--is standing there in Sam's garden, Kara is saying something. And then Sam is also saying something and then a red-head that Lena has no idea who the hell is, is also talking and before Lena could even process a single thing, she gets tackled by a thirteen year-old.

"Happy Birthday, Ruby," She manages to squeeze out as Ruby knocks the breath out of her. In the distance she can hear Sam go, "Ruby! Careful!"

"Your gifts are in the living room," she whispers in her ear and then Ruby is off dashing, with nothing but a yell of "Thanks Aunt Lena!!" into the wind.

And now, Lena is faced with the reality of being introduced to the officer she's been drooling over.

"Okay, so let me clear this up. You got pulled up, by Kara here," Sam shakes Kara, who she's got under her shoulder. "For overspeeding because, and I quote, 'You were late for your daughter's birthday'??? Did I get that right??"

"Uh yes, that pretty much sums it up," Kara mumbles, staring straight at Lena.

Sam's got a knowing look on her face that Lena wants so badly to slap out of her.

"Interesting." Sam smirks at her. "Daughter huh?"

"Oh my god, stop it. I only said it so she'd let me go faster," Lena bursts out. "Technically, I am Ruby's other mom. I'm the honorary cool mom."

She really wishes her face isn't as red as she feels it is.

"No, you're the godmother and I'm the cool mom," Sam says smoothly. "But, before we get off topic, this is Alex and this is her sister, Kara."

Lena has heard all about Alex, dashing FBI agent and Sam's recent object of affection. What she hasn't heard about is, Alex's younger, more gorgeous and Lena hopes not straight sister.

"Hi, good to meet you, Lena." Alex gives her a firm grip which she returns with a smile.

"Hi," Kara says shyly, turning to her, she's wearing glasses and it's such a far cry from the person Lena's met on the road. This version is softer, somewhat warmer.

The blatant difference doesn't really deter Lena's want to climb her like a tree, though.

"Hi," Lena parrots back, holding out a hand. Kara takes it so gently and Lena feels like she's going to pass out when the warmth of Kara's hand envelops her.

She's blushing from her head to toe and she doesn't really care if Sam--or Kara for that matter--sees notices.

"How come I got here faster than you did?"

Well, that's because I had to spend at least 15 minutes on the side of the road trying to calm my breathing, trying to flush out the fantasies in my head and wow you're really gorgeous, has anybody told you that?

Lena settles with, "Ah, well, motorcycles are faster than cars I guess."

Kara gives her that smile again and Lena feels her face breaking into one too.

"Well, doesn't matter. I'm just real glad you're here now, Lena."

"Me too, Kara, me too."

prompt list here

#hello wow look at this incoherent stream of consciousness #in my defense tho i am strapped to bed and sick as fuck and i have nothing to do but these prompts so #here ya go anon #the reckless writer writes #prompt fills #i didn't proofread this so if u see a typo no u didnt #supercorp #rcklss writes

[babybluebex]

of pubs and profs [tom holland smut]

➽ pairing: prof!tom holland x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 4.7k ➽ summary: you have what you consider the best night of your life, but discover that it was with the worst person possible. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. smut, explicit language, fingering/oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (i am begging yall to wear a condom irl) ➽ a/n: alright so... don’t fool around with your teacher pls. live vicariously thru y/n :) 

He seemed so out of place here. For one thing, a bar like this was hardly known for much good happening, and this man exuded good. He seemed fit, even as he sat at the bar, his face sharp, full of angles that would have been glorious to sketch, and he had caramel-amber hair that curled around his ears and the nape of his neck. He wore a dark blue turtleneck and slacks, a watch with a leather band around his left wrist. 

“You’re staring.” 

I jumped. I had forgotten that I was mid-conversation. “Huh?”

Zendaya scoffed. “You’re staring at that guy,” she said. “Like, staring super hard. Do you know him?” 

“No,” I mumbled. “He’s just…” I trailed off for a moment, then attempted to save face by taking a sip of my drink. “I like the look of him. Ya know?” 

Zendaya scoffed at me. “I like the look of him too, but you’re on something else here.” There was a pause between the two of us, and Zen’s mouth split into a smile. “Five bucks.” 

“For what?” I asked. 

“You can’t get his number,” Zen said. “I’ll give you five whole dollars if you get his phone number.”

“You don’t have five dollars,” I said playfully, with narrowed eyes. “You don’t even have two coins to rub together.”

“Right, and who bought your drink?” Zen asked. “C’mon, you need to put yourself out there. Ever since you and Jacob broke up, it’s been nothing but… Sad. Your room’s a cave, Y/N. Will you do this for me?” 

I cast a glance at the guy once more, and I sighed. “Why not?” I mumbled under my breath. “But I had better get that fucking money, or I’ll take away your apartment privileges.” 

“I pay half of the rent, fuck you,” Zen laughed. “Go. Go!” 

“I am!” I giggled, and I slid myself out of the booth. The pub was bustling with nightly business, and I edged my way past a group of girls to find a place at the bar. My plan of attack was to order a drink and strike up a conversation with this guy, and grab his phone number before I left. Lucky for me, there was an empty space next to him, and I leaned against the bar with my forearms. 

“Oh, hey, good lookin’!” the bartender, Jake, exclaimed. He was a close friend of mine, hence why I always chose to drink at this particular bar. Our freshman year, he lived in the room across the hall from me, and we frequented each other for screwdrivers (of both varieties) all year. Since then, we continued to grow close. “What’s cooking?”

“Not a lot, Gyllenhaal,” I replied, and our hands met in a quick dap. “Lemme get a rum and Coke.”

“Sure thing,” Jake said. “Gimme two minutes. We’ve got a bachelorette party in the back.” 

“No problem,” I replied, and I watched Jake slide to the other side of the bar. 

The game was now on. I looked over my shoulder to Zendaya briefly, just for long enough to gauge that she was laughing at me, and I cast her a look before turning back. Then, I looked back over my other shoulder, the one closest to the guy, and I caught sight of a book he had. “What’re you reading there?” 

He looked up at me with big brown eyes, and my breath caught in my chest. From far away, he was hot but, up close, he was totally something else. He had strands of ginger in his dark hair, and his fingers closed the book in order to look at the cover, like he himself wasn’t sure of what he was reading. “Chaos Walking,” he answered, and my eyes widened. His voice was gorgeous, pitched low, accented with a London attitude. “My mate told me I’d like it.”

“Don’t think I’ve read that,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “What’s it about?” 

“Well,” he began and laughed lightly. “A lot. Basically, though, it follows a boy who lives in a world with no girls, where you can hear others thoughts, and he meets a girl. It’s sci-fi and… I dunno.” 

“Is it a good read?” I asked. “You seem like you enjoy it.” The book was battered, the paper cover torn and creased, with the spine broken. It was a book that was well-loved, and I liked how his entire being seemed to reflect the book. 

“Oh, I love it,” he said with a smile. “It’s so fun, ya know? The entirety of the story is incredible.” Then, a beat passed, and he added, “I’m Tom.” 

“Well, hi,” I said and gave him a warm smile. “I’m Y/N. No offense, but this sorta place doesn’t seem like your vibe.” 

Tom gave the front of the book a firm pat. “It’s not,” he said. “I was waiting on a friend but he doesn’t seem like he’ll be joining me tonight.”

“I didn’t think so,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “You seem like a coffee shop kinda guy.”

“You don’t quite seem like the sort to be here either,” Tom told me. 

“How do you mean?”

“You don’t belong in a pub like this, I just know it,” Tom told me. “You’d be better suited somewhere else.” 

I shrugged. “I usually don’t leave my apartment to drink,” I said. “But I’m friends with the bartender and I visit every so often just to say hi.” A moment passed. “Wait, back up. Where would I be better suited?” 

Tom smiled, but it seemed more hesitant than before. “At the risk of being bold,” he started. “My flat.” 

“Jesus!” I breathed, and my face went hot. 

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “That was-- I’m so sorry--”

“No, no!” I said quickly. “No, it’s not a problem, I promise. That was bold, Tom, but I don’t mind it. As a matter of fact, I think you might be right.” 

“Glad we agree,” Tom said. “D’you wanna get out of here now?” 

“Sure thing,” I said. My skin prickled at the thought of him against me, and I laid a gentle hand on his arm. “Let me get my bag.” 

When I approached the booth, Zendaya stuck her tongue at me. “You lost,” she said. 

“Did I?” I asked, pulling my bag onto my shoulder. “Or am I going home with him?” 

“Shut up,” Zen laughed. “That was quick as hell.” 

“That tends to happen,” I shrugged. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting with Tom.” 

“I hate you,” I heard Zen mutter as I turned away from her. 

Tom’s apartment--his flat, as he called it--was just a short cab ride from the bar, and I had hardly passed through the front door before his hands were pressing into my waist and his mouth was on mine. In an instant, I had melted into him, and my hands tangled in the bottom of his shirt. His mouth tasted like whiskey, which felt totally in-character for him, and he carefully nipped at my bottom lip. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Tom whispered, and he pushed my hair from my neck in order to brush his lips against my throat. No guys in my past had ever told me that in such clear terms, and my entire body ran hot at his words. A shiver ran down my spine, and he huffed a laugh into my neck. “Do you like when I say that?”

“I just like the way you talk,” I admitted. “Could listen forever.” 

“That’s an awfully long time,” Tom told me warmly. His slender fingers inched under my shirt to touch my bare skin, and he slid his hands to lay flat against the small of my back. His kisses lingered on my neck, and the feeling of his soft skin was so lovely. “Let’s start with tonight.” 

“I can manage that,” I laughed. “Bed?” 

As soon as I was down in his bed, Tom was working my shirt off. His hands were so strong and sure against me, and I had no hesitations in letting him do whatever he pleased. His kisses trailed down to my stomach and chest once they were bare to him, and the feel of his mouth on my hip made me take a fistful of those pretty brown waves of his. He just laughed and continued his pursuit downwards, and he rid me of my jeans and panties before pausing and looking up at me. “Is this alright?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” I said. “Just… Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Tom whispered, and I swore I died right there. He took my leg in his strong grip and kissed my inner thigh, and he placed the softest kiss to my quivering cunt. I immediately knew that I was in good hands, and I let my body relax and submit to Tom. His shoulders nudged my legs open further as he pressed his warm tongue to my wetness, and I bit back a moan as I tried to keep my legs from closing. I was already shaking, which was honestly embarrassing, but Tom didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to encourage him, because he placed a series of sloppy kisses to my throbbing clit that made me squeal. Then, his mouth went straight to where I was leaking, and an obscene slurping filled the air. Fuck, he was good. 

“Oh my God,” I whispered, and his fingers quickly joined his tongue. First one, then two, then his thumb met my clit, and I whimpered. “Oh, fuck, oh my God.” 

“No need to call me that,” Tom whispered. His breath was hot against my wet cunt, his voice raspy, and I couldn’t help the fluttering that enveloped his fingers. “Just my name will do for now.”

The combination of his fingers and mouth made my stomach quiver, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I came. I had never come just from being eaten out, and my heart raged against my ribcage when I dared to imagine what came next. His thumb moved slowly around my clit, and his mouth replaced it as his fingers moved in me deliciously. His tongue, so skilled and quick, took up his thumb’s previous job, and he took the throbbing bud into his mouth and quickly nipped it with his teeth at the same moment that his fingertips found home inside me. 

There was no hope of obscuring my moan. “Fuck!” I yelped, writhing in his grip. “T-Tom, fuck.”

“Do you wanna come?” Tom whispered, looking at me through his eyelashes. “Use your words, my darling, please.” 

“Please, please,” I gasped. My head fell back to expose my neck, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My breathing was ragged, and a shock of electricity raced through my whole body when he laughed into my cunt. 

“Such a needy girl,” Tom chuckled. “You don’t have to ask. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know.” 

He lapped at my wet cunt, tasting me like he had dreamt of this, and my hand went from his hair to his shoulder. His waves and curls fell into his eyes, but he kept at his work, even when I pushed at his shoulder. “Tommy,” I whimpered out helplessly. “I-I’m gonna-- You--”

“My darling,” Tom said. “I want you to come on my tongue. Let me taste you, babygirl. Come for me.” 

My bottom lip was bitten nearly raw, and it only became worse when he said that. I nearly tasted blood as he gave my cunt one last kiss, so much more gentle than what he had been doing before, and my hips stuttered as hot pleasure pulsed through every part of me. I grabbed handfuls of his shirt and tugged him close, and he came to lay with his hips between my legs. My vision was blurry with tears as I studied him, oh so close to me now, and I felt a tiny pride at his pink cheeks and glistening lips. That was all me. “Oh, thank you,” I whispered, and he sweetly kissed each of my cheeks. “That was so good.” 

“I’m glad,” Tom said. “Secretly, I pride myself in being able to do that.” 

“You should be proud of that,” I huffed. “Also… ‘my god’?” 

“That was in jest,” Tom began with a light laugh. 

“I know,” I said. My hands trailed up his back, hiking his shirt up to his shoulders, and he helped me in tugging it off. He shook his hair out once it passed his head, and I added, “It’s a fitting name, though.” 

“Really?” He asked, bracing himself above me. “Am I a god, Y/N?”

“Close to it,” I told him. I noticed the way that my hands were trembling as I went to his belt, and he must have noticed as well, because his hands went to my wrists. His hands fit all the way around my wrists easily. It wasn’t rough or dominating by any means; his hands slid up from my wrists to grasp my hands, fingers interlocking with mine as he pressed my hands down beside my head. 

“Take a deep breath, my darling,” Tom told me gently. His thumb made comforting circles on my hand, and my stomach went all fluttery at how serene it was. “You’re shaking so hard. Do we need to stop?” 

“No,” I told him. “I’m alright. I promise.” 

“Alright,” Tom said. “Let me know if we need to stop.” 

I nodded quickly, reaching for a handful of his hair, and I tugged him down to kiss me. I could taste myself on his mouth and, normally, that would have irked me, but with Tom, it only made my thighs tense and warmth spread through my body. My skin rippled at each touch of his fingers, and I let out little mumblings of his name as he kissed my neck and shoulders. 

A surge of boldness ran up my spine, and I moved my hands from where he had placed them back down to his belt. As it seemed was the norm, he was two steps ahead of me, because he was already in the process of leaning back and pulling off his pants. The bedroom was cast only in the soft light of the lamp beside the bed, but I still captured every freckle, hair, and ridge on Tom’s firm chest and stomach. He was the definition of the skinny white guy that had good dick. Or, at least, he gave good head. But someone that good at giving head had to be as skilled elsewhere, right? 

He was back on me in an instant, kissing my neck and making little marks on my skin as I shoved his pants down his thighs. Tom’s hands captured my legs and drew them around his naked waist, and I gasped aloud when I felt his hard cock brush against my cunt, already throbbing once more. In fear of seeming dumb, I didn’t intentionally look, but I could feel the weight of his cock against my body, and I stuttered, “God, Tommy..” 

“That impressive, huh?” Tom laughed.  

“Of course,” I remarked. “What, have you never been told you have a big cock before?”

Tom lifted his head from my neck, and I let out a giggle at his blown-wide pupils and red cheeks. “Where the hell have you been all my life?” He asked with a smile. He laughed, and I noticed the way that wrinkles formed right by his eyes with the extremity of his smile. That was adorable as hell. “You’re gorgeous and so funny, and you’re complimenting me like this? You’re perfect.” 

“I’ve just been waiting for you, I guess,” I shrugged and ran my hands over his built arms, rock solid like a statue. 

“Sorry it took me so long to find you,” Tom smiled. “Traffic was a bitch.” 

I laughed, my head falling back onto the pillows, and Tom situated the head of his cock at my folds. At the feel of it, I gasped, and he swallowed my gasp with a kiss. “Let me know if we need to stop,” he reminded me, kissing my chin gently. 

“I’m fine,” I told him, even though I was shaking so fiercely. Tom sank himself into me, and the deep rumble of his moan made my back arch up against him. “Fuck, darling,” he mumbled. “Cunt’s so tight… Squeezing the hell outta me.” His fingers dug into my hip, surely leaving bruises to later admire, and he snapped his hips forward so that he was fully in me. 

“More,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure what I wanted more of; I just knew that I wanted more of whatever he ended up giving me. 

My whole body thrummed with blood and life as he fucked me, pausing to pant into my neck and kiss my mouth. His back was taut with hard muscles and I raked my fingers down to his waist and back up to his hair. A curl had escaped the rest of his hair and bounced against my forehead with each thrust, and Tom and I each huffed out a laugh at it. Silently, I reached up and twisted the perfect curl around my finger, and Tom gave me another eye-wrinkling smile.

“F-Fuck, darling,” Tom muttered, and I could tell by his stuttering that he was close. The rhythm of his hips had slowed, but his grip on my waist and legs was as tight as ever. “So fuckin good for me, God.” 

“I’m getting close again, Tommy,” I told him, my voice shaking. I’m sure he already knew, what with the way my chest was hot and my breathing was erratic, but I still wanted to see the look on his face when I said it.

“Oh, me too, my darling,” Tom whispered. His hand fell from its place at my hip and came to rest on my stomach, just above the point where he had himself buried inside me, and his thumb-- that damned thumb of his-- slid down until he was playing with my clit once more. There was an urgency this time, though, his movements quicker and messier. With each thrust, his own belly quivered, and I desperately pulled at his hair. I needed him to come first. I needed to feel him spill himself inside of me. I needed to feel his cum leak out of me, to hear him laugh at the mess we made like I knew he would. I needed so much. I just needed him.

“Tommy,” I whimpered, keening into his touch. “Fuck, Tom--”

His lips crashed into mine, and that was all it took. My legs shook around his waist, and my vision went white-hot for a moment. His thrusts were messy, his waves and curls completely undone and hanging in his eyes, and he watched with a greedy gaze as I writhed under him. I pulled his head down into my neck and he resumed his work of nipping my skin and soothing the sting with his tongue, and I kissed the shell of his ear. “Oh, Tom,” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear over the sounds of our shared gasps. “Please, for me?” 

He pulled himself from me and was spilling in an instant, covering my waist and stomach in his warm cum. He settled himself on his elbows above me once again, and I took care to brush those waves off of his forehead. His hair had gone super curly with the little bit of sweat on his forehead, and I bit the tip of my tongue. “Yeah?” I whispered. 

“Yeah,” Tom agreed. “Let me get you a towel. Stay right there.”

“Wasn’t really planning on going anywhere, honestly,” I laughed. 

When he returned, he was wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that hugged his muscled frame. He sat beside me and carefully wiped me clean with the wet corner of a towel, and he placed a sweet kiss on my forehead. “Are you feeling alright?” Tom asked. “Can I get you anything?” 

“I’m fine,” I told him. “Thanks, though.”

“No worries,” Tom told me. “You’re welcome to stay the night, if you’d like. I must warn you, though, that I like to cuddle.” 

“I would have expected nothing less,” I told him. I sat up, testing my legs for a moment, and my cheeks went hot. “Umm… I don’t think I can walk.” 

Tom’s eyes went big for a moment, and he reached for me with a hesitant hand. “Are you kidding?” He asked. 

“My legs are shaking too hard,” I whispered and bit my lip. 

“Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry,” Tom told me, his eyebrows pitching up. “I truly didn’t mean to hurt you--”

“You didn’t,” I said quickly. “It’s… This is a good thing. I promise.” 

There was a brief exchange that ended with Tom giving me a shirt to sleep in and me promising him that I won’t try to walk until my legs quit shaking. We found each other again once in bed, my head fitting snugly under his chin, and his fingernails lightly scratched up and down my back. The feel of his strong arms around me, holding me in such a protective way, lulled me to sleep. 

The night passed under a thin veil of dreams. All too soon, an alarm began to blare, scaring me fully awake in a second. From the darkness, there was a groan of displeasure, and a grunt as the bed squeaked and shifted, and the alarm was turned off with a solid stab of a finger. “Sorry, darling,” Tom whispered. “I forgot I have an early morning today.” 

“You’re fine,” I whispered. The lamp turned on, and I was met with Tom, his hair messy and frizzy, his face flushed with good sleep. I stretched my arms above my head, allowing a quick squeal, and I said, “I should probably be heading out soon too. I have an eight AM.”

“Ugh,” Tom groaned. “I hate those.” 

“Right,” I agreed. “Who wants to learn at eight in the morning?”

“The poor instructor,” Tom laughed. His voice was lower than before, scratchy as well, and my chest warmed at the sound. He fixed his hair out of his face, and he turned to see me, still wrapped up in his shirt and blankets. “You look cozy.” 

“I am,” I said softly. “Wish I could stay for just a little longer.” 

“Pursuit of knowledge is an honorable one, though, darling,” Tom told me. “Would you like to shower first?” 

“No,” I said. “I have to go by my apartment to get my stuff and change clothes anyway, I’ll just shower there.” 

“Alright,” Tom nodded. He reached for me and I met him halfway, brushing my lips to his in a soft kiss, and he gave me a light laugh. “I need to get your phone number. I’d love to do this again.” 

“I’d like that too,” I said. I gave him a parting kiss, then worked myself from the bed. I stretched once more, feeling my back pop, and I found my bag by the door to the bedroom. I gave Tom my phone, open to a new contact listing, and he gave a mischievous smile before plugging in his information. “What’s that smile all about?” 

At the top of my screen, it read Big Dick Tom. 

“Oh, God,” I laughed. “That’s really gone to your head, hasn’t it?” 

“You’re the one who told me that,” Tom argued. “And, if someone tells you that you have a big dick, you take that shit to heart.” 

“Sure, sure,” I said quickly. “I’ll text you; maybe we can get dinner this weekend?”

Tom gave me a smile that was fit for a king. “Of course, my darling girl.” 

Tom ended up sending me home with the shirt I had slept in. It was for some carpentry school in Wales, but it was soft and smelled like Tom, so I didn’t really mind the odd reference. Just before I left, he had swept me up in his arms and kissed me, and he pressed his forehead to mine. “This might be premature,” he whispered. “But do you wanna be my girlfriend?” 

Zendaya slapped a five dollar bill in my hand when I entered the apartment. “Did you have a good time?” she asked.

“The best,” I told her. “He’s super sweet and a great time, and he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“You said yes, right?” Zen asked.

“Duh,” I scoffed. “A hot Brit who likes me? I’m not letting that go.”

“Right,” Zen said, and the smile dropped from her face. “Well, while you were off getting dick from your new man, our literature professor dipped.” 

“What?” I asked. 

“Yeah,” Zen said, spinning her laptop to face me. She had an email pulled up from the head of the department, declaring that our professor, our beloved Dr. Osterfield, would not be teaching the course any longer. Buried in the text of the email, it said the name of the replacement professor: Dr. Holland. “I tried to look this guy up, but he’s not on Rate My Professor or anything.” 

“It’s halfway through the fuckin’ semester,” I groaned. “This blows.” 

“I just hope this new guy’s easy,” Zen groaned. “I can’t deal with a hard class right now.” 

The class was still held in the same room as before, and the general air was worse than a normal eight AM. At least, with Dr. O, he had an infectious energy that woke us all up. Nobody knew what to expect with this new guy. I hoped that, for my sake, he was cool. 

The door to the classroom opened, and a man said, “I apologize for the wait. It’s just my luck that I’d be late today…” 

My whole body went cold and my heart stopped. Tom. My boyfriend, my fucking Tom stood at the front of the small lecture hall, wearing the jeans and white buttoned shirt that I had helped pick out. “Well, this is a strange thing, isn’t it?” Tom chuckled, clasping his hands together. “I’ll explain, don’t worry. But first, I think maybe an introduction is in order.” 

He unwound his bag from his shoulder and opened it for a moment, and a whole new wave of dread washed over me. While he was in the shower, I had written him a quick note and stuck it in his bag. It was nothing more than “thanks, love. hope to see you soon xx”, but a smile split his face wide. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Apparently, my girlfriend left me a little note. Hmm! Anyway, I’m Dr. Holland. Call me that, or Tom, or any variation of the above. I promise you, I’ve heard it all.” 

Tom settled himself on the edge of his desk and he fluffed up his hair a bit. It was then that a quiet wave of titters passed through every girl in the hall; a hickey. It was small, but it was there, right under his ear. “I went to school in London, where I’m from, before I got a degree in English literature from Cambridge. Then, I came to the States and managed to get my doctorate in it, and, who’d have guessed it, this is my first teaching job. Go easy on me, huh?.” My little note, written on a sticky note, was clasped in his hand, and I seriously wanted to die right then and there. My professor. I was stupid. Of course the stars had aligned (or misaligned?) to allow this to happen. And just when I thought I found the right guy, too. 

“Right,” Tom said. “Let’s look at the attendance, see what we’re working with, and I’ll let you guys fill me in on what Dr. Osterfield was covering.” 

The closer he got to my name, the colder my face went. I hated every single moment of it. “And… Y/L/N? Y/N?” 

I quietly raised my hand, then managed a meek, “Here.” 

His eyes trained on me, and I watched the same recognition flood his eyes. Quickly, though, Dr. Tom Holland averted his gaze back down to his computer, and he said, “There you are, Y/N… Can I see you after class?” 

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The Kids Will Be Alright

Chapter 9

Single dad!Bucky, single mom!reader; Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n have been friends for over ten years, since high school. Nothing has ever happened between them until one lonely night a few years ago. That one night left them with a little surprise. They agreed to raise their child together as friends. As their child gets older, as they get older, they’re faced with new challenges as co-parents, and possibly secret feelings (according to their friends).

[a/n: less social posts than normal, but I had to write half of the chapter out so figured it makes up for it. Hope you guys enjoy it! Also if i forgot to add you to the taglist, or if you want to be added, please just inbox/message me, it’s easier to keep track of them that way.]

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*Later that Day*

Y/n decided to pay Natasha a visit later in the day. She brought a bag of hangover goodies.

She rang the doorbell and waited for an answer.

“Oh hey Y/n!” Sam greeted opening the door and letting her in, “Wasn’t expecting you today.”

“Thought I’d pay Nat a surprise visit with some goodies,” she says holding up the bag.

“She’s in the living room,” he says, “I’m heading to the gym.”

“Bye,” she waves as she exits the door.

She walks into the living room where Nat was laid across the couch underneath a blanket, watching the Food Network.

“Hey Nat,” Y/n quietly said walking over to the couch to sit down.

“Y/n, what brings you here?” Nat sat up as Y/n walked into the room.

“Snacks and I wanted to check on you,” she said handing Nat the bag of snacks.

“Oh my gosh, you’re a lifesaver. Thank-you,” Nat said grabbing the bag of goodies.

“Is Sam still mad?”

“A bit,” she rolled her eyes, “He’ll be fine once he gets back from the gym.”

“How are you feeling? She asks scooting closer to Nat, getting under the blanket to get comfortable.

“Better than this morning, probably shouldn’t drink like that again.”

“At least until Val’s and Carol’s bachelorette party,” Y/n jokes.

“At least I won’t be the only one,” she laughs opening up the Gatorade.

“Nat,” she softly says after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah?” Nat says looking over at Y/n.

“I need you to be honest with me. Should I be concerned about your sister?” She asks, “After seeing the way you’re taking all of this, especially after last night. I just need to make sure Bucky isn’t bringing a horrible person around our daughter. I mean your her sister and if you’re acting like this, maybe I need to have a more serious talk with Bucky.”

Nat let out a deep breath through her nose wondering how she can properly explain her feelings.

“Listen Y/n, I shouldn’t be letting my personal feelings get in the middle of what’s going with you and Bucky,” Nat says,” You guys are raising this wonderful child together, and I shouldn’t be creating more drama”

“But I respect your opinion Nat. You’re taking this way harder than I am.”

“My relationship with Yelena is complicated,” Nat explained, “I didn’t really grow up with her. She lived with our dad, and her mom, while I was raised by my mom. I never really told anyone this aside from Sam, but my father left my mother for Yelena’s. He completely abandoned us. He’d send the occasional gift here and there. He never helped my mom financially, she had to work two jobs. It wasn’t until I was in my senior year of high school that he made a reappearance and truth be told I only accepted him back into my life because I knew my mother wouldn’t have been able to help with college. So my father and I struck a deal, he pays for my schooling and I come around a few times a year. They had already moved to London at that point.

“By the time I officially started hangin around Yelena, it was too late. She was already a pre-teen. A spoiled one at that. I couldn’t help but feel jealous and resented towards her. She never had to struggle. Her parents gave her everything she could ever wanted. She’s never had to work for anything. She still doesn’t. It’s not that I think Yelena is an evil person. I just don’t think she’s mature enough to for all this. She doesn’t know the first thing about being a. Selfless person. And admittedly, I hate that she’s snaking her way into our group. You guys are my friends. My family. She already got my dad. The last thing I need is for her to take my friends.”

“She’s not going to take us Nat,” Y/n comfortingly said, “We’re not going anywhere. There’s no replacing you in our lives. No one would allow that. I won’t allow that. We’re all stuck with each other for life. No one can ruin that.”

“She can,” Nat mumbled, her eyes tearing up.

“You need to have this conversation with Bucky,” Y/n says, rubbing her back, “Let him know how you feel and why. He’d understand Nat. This is Bucky we’re talking about, he wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone. He wouldn’t alienate you, just because Yelena tells him to. This is the same guy who threatened to kill Sam if he hurt you when you guys got together. This is the same man who walked you down the aisle after your dad got stuck because of a storm. He’s not going to let anyone get in the way of your relationship.”

“I guess that’s part of the reason why I’m taking this so hard,” she says wiping her eyes, “because he felt like he couldn’t tell me he was with her. It just feels like a betrayal.”

“Talk to him,” she pats Nat’s hand.

“Okay I will,” Nat agrees nodding her head.

The girls spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating takeout.

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Ride ~ jjk (m)

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x Fem. Reader ↬ Story Genre: stripper!au, SMUT, PWP ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scenes ↬ Word count: 5.2K   ↬ Summary: It all started with Jungkook inviting you for his new performance tonight. It all ended with you and Jungkook fucking like rabbits in the back room.

A/N: THIS is what Jeon Jungkook makes me do. I was in the middle of writing a new chapter for When the Night Comes and I just could stop my urges to destroy him in that fucking outfit. Anyways....hope all my fellow hoes enjoy <3

P.S.- If you want that extra umph in the strip scene, please listen to the song “Usher - Trading Places”, I promise you it’s double worth it ;)

You looked at the text message Jungkook had sent you as you were on your Uber to ‘The G Spot’. A wicked grin spread on your face as you felt your excitement grow with the thought of his performance.

You first met Jungkook when you were out drowning your sorrows in vodka. Your boyfriend of five years had dumped you because you spent too much time at your new job and you ended up spending the night in Jungkook’s bed. 

That night he told you he was a male performer of some sorts that went by the stage name ‘Rider’ at the famous ‘G Spot’ club. He’d do some sexy performances on stage (most of the time they were themed) but, some times, he’d also work as a gigolo. Clients would pay to take him to one of the back rooms and, if he was interested in the client and/or the money they were offering, he’d have sex with them. Since then, you’d become a pretty regular customer of the club and Jungkook.

“We’re here miss,” the Uber driver mentioned, interrupting your thoughts.

“Thank you.” You left the car and looked up at the big purple neon sign saying ‘The G Spot’. You took out your purse to retrieve your membership card and walked right in, immediately showing it to the bouncer that then confirmed your identity.

“Y/N!” The familiar voice of the owner Maria greeted you as soon as you entered. “Rider mentioned you’d be popping by,” she smirked.

“Hi, honey!” You gave her a quick hug and followed her to the bar, watching her start working on your usual vodka cranberry. “Sugar told me he had a very special performance and wanted me to watch.”

“And you couldn’t miss it,” she teased as she slid you the glass with your drink.

“Well, you’ve seen him,” you took a sip and hummed, signalling that you liked the taste of the drink.

“Oh, believe me, if I wasn’t his boss I’d definitely give him something to ride if you know what I mean,” you choked at her confession, sharing a good laugh with her.

“Right sweety, you better go sit, the show’s about to start.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to lose my spot. When is he coming on?”

“First Black Magic is gonna take the stage and Rider will be right after him,” Maria told you as she cleaned the balcony of the bar. 

The news came as a surprise to you. Usually, Jungkook would close the show since he was one of, if not the best, performers in the club. The news was especially weird since he said he had a new routine and normally when that happened he would always close the show.

“He’s second?!” The look of surprise on your face probably came as no surprise to Maria. In fact, you were sure it didn’t due to her expression of understanding.

“Yeah, I don’t know why either. He begged me to be second and usually, I’m really particular about the show but since it was him I accepted. That and V Jay and RoMeo have a special number prepared for tonight, so I let them be last.”

“Weird…” You both stood in silence for a few seconds before you remembered you had to go get your seat before someone else did. “Well, I’m gonna take a sit.” You pointed to the chairs and booths and gave her a small smile.

“Go, go, honey. Enjoy the show!” She waved you goodbye before she turned to get a customer’s order.

You sat down right at the front - as Jungkook had instructed - and waited for a few minutes while you sipped on your drink. 

About ten minutes later the show started. You had watched Black Magic perform before and even though he wasn’t as good as the other guys (seeing that he was quite new to this) he still managed to get you all hot and bothered.

Tonight he was doing his ‘Anaconda’ performance. He walked in dressed as a zookeeper with a fake anaconda on his shoulders and once his Anaconda remix commenced playing he started to slide the fake snake all over his body. Then he began to undress, revealing his delicious oily chocolate abs and climbed off the stage making his way to you. He put the fake snake around your neck and pulled you towards him so your face was right in his abs.

“Lick,” he ordered in a low raspy voice, getting you all hot and bothered.

You obliged. 

You licked him from the hem of his shorts up to his pecks, the crowd around you going wild. He tasted coconutty, and you were pretty sure he had spread coconut oil on his body before the show.

After making the rounds to a few more girls Black Magic went back on stage and that’s when he took his shorts off, standing in just his g-string and showing off the outline of the ‘Anaconda’ between his legs.

Soon, he started humping everything on stage, simulating sex in such an erotic way that had all the people in the audience in a complete trance.

He was good. You had to give him that, but he was not Rider. Rider could completely destroy you just with his eyes. Just those feral looks he gave were more than enough to make you hump the fucking chair.

You completely spaced out thinking about Rider and when you came back to it everyone was clapping, making you realize that Black Magic had finished his performance. When your eyes focused on the performer he was already leaving the stage, taking his money and clothes with him.

You called for the waiter and pointed to your empty glass, signalling him that you’d like another vodka cranberry - you needed to feel the buzz of the alcohol if you ever were planning on surviving Rider’s performance tonight.

The drink came and you immediately drank half of it, feeling the build-up of anticipation. You didn’t know why but you were starting to get nervous, your leg bouncing up and down. You decided you’d go check Instagram as you waited, but as soon as you opened the app the lights turned down and focused on one spot on the curtains.

“Ladies and gentleman, are you ready to have the ride of your life?” You chuckled at the announcer’s silly pun. The audience around you rilled up, already deciphering from his pun who was coming up next. Rider sure was a fan favourite. 

“Then I want to hear you scream loud and clear for Rideeeeer!”

The crowd went wild, but not as wild as your beating heart. Something about this performance was telling you you were about to be in for a crazy ride and when the song “Trading Places” by Usher started playing you knew you were absolutely right.

When Rider opened up the curtain and came onto the stage your jaw dropped. He was wearing a loose leopard print shirt that had a ‘v-cut’ so low you could see part of his defined chest and abs. On top of that, he was wearing a loose flowy red robe with black details that matched the colour of his pants, the latter ones though, being so tight you could see every little detail of his meaty thighs. His hair was loosely sleeked back, a stray piece of hair dangling right in front of his killer eyes. 

“Fuck,” you muttered as you took in the view.

Rider was handsome, there was never any doubt in that, but this fucking outfit? You were damn sure every single pussy in this place was wet just by staring at him.

Hey, I know what you’ used to We gon’ do something different tonight

Rider started walking to the centre of the stage as if he was a tiger ready to pounce. The lethal look on his eyes made you think of all the times he looked at you like that, like he was about to fucking devour you - which he did.

Now we gonna do this thing a lil' different tonight You gon' come over and pick me up in your ride

He spread his legs almost in a squat position, emphasizing his thick thighs, and ran his hand from his chest all the way down to his crotch. He grabbed his crotch and looked straight at the audience, making a ‘come here’ sign with his other hand - the crowd went wild. 

After this, he gave a little twirl and slid half of his dark red robe off (letting it stay in the middle of his arms) and started body rolling. Your throat got dry, making you swallow your own saliva.

Nobody body rolled like him. He was so fluid and sharp at the same time. The combination of his sinful body movements and his facial expressions being the added bonus. You could swear he could make anyone want him - you sure did.

Then everything stopped for you. He looked you right in the eyes and, at that same instant, you felt a wave of arousal slid past your folds and straight to your panties.

He smirked.

He knew the power he had over you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger and all he had to do was to say when and where.

Then, he started to seductively walk towards the stairs - he was coming down to the audience.

He kept looking straight at you as he made his way down the stairs and you felt your heartbeat rise - he was coming in your direction.

You started to smile like an idiot until he walked right past you and went to the table right next to yours. The group of five friends on a bachelorette party went ecstatic (as you would) while you on the other hand felt nothing but annoyance. He was toying with you. Teasing was Rider’s favourite game, a game which he would often play with you and it drove you absolutely mad.

He made his way to the bride and practically straddled her, taking in her hands and making her feel his defined abs as he body rolled.

I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, tell me you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

You shouldn’t be jealous, this was his job and you two had by no means a serious relationship but you hated the way he was toying with you. You also hated that your jealousy was exactly what he wanted.

Fucking Jeon Jungkook.

The bride’s screams got even louder as Rider got off of her and spread her legs. He supported himself on the chair’s arms and started to simulate sex with her, thrusting his hips towards her crotch.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it.

Then, Rider got off from her and turned around, looking straight at you. Your heart jumped once more. He made his way towards you and this time he stopped right in front of you with a devious smile on his face. He straddled you, just like he did the girl before you and grabbed your hand, only this time he pulled his leopard shirt from underneath his pants and placed your hand on his bare skin.

You had felt up his abs a million times before, but the action never failed to make you all hot and bothered. His abs were a perfect six-pack, like a chocolate bar ready to be eaten up. You remember all the times you played with his abs as he has your fingers running up through each of his individual muscles. 

One, two, three, four, five and six.

He then runs your hand lower so you could palm his hard cock. 

You knew the dancers would pump up their dicks backstage so it would look extra big on stage and cause a better reaction, but by the way he was looking at you and biting his lip you couldn’t help but feel like he was horny because of you, and not some pump.

Then, he let’s go of your hand and rips his shirt wide open, now exposing all of his glossy defined muscles.

“Fuck.”

He removed his red robe and gave it a little twirl so the garment would become like a long scarf. He then softly ran the robe from your belly, straight between your cleavage and up your neck. The tingling sensation was so soft and arousing that you instantly felt your nipples perk up and the ache between your legs grow bigger, making you rub yourself on the chair.

He threw the robe onto the stage and got even closer to you, his covered crotch just centimetres away. Then, out of nowhere, and as a contrast to the soft movement of the robe, he grabs you by your hair and sharply hip thrusts to the sound of the music towards your mouth, simulating oral sex.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it,

When you feel like you are ready to risk it all and suck him right there in front of everyone he lets go of your hair and turns around to go back on the stage. You let go of the breath you now realized were holding. This man was truly testing all your limits.

He got to stage and discarded his ruined leopard print shirt, now only having the form-fitting red pants on. He turns to the audience and mouths the line from the song: “Where you want me?”

The guitar starts playing and Usher starts moaning, and that’s when it all goes to shit. Rider does his signature move where he does a handstand and slowly comes down in a wave and starts fucking the floor.

Oh oh Oh oh You baby Give it to me baby Oh oh Oh oh

You cross your legs and can’t help but squeeze tight to alleviate the ache in your dripping core. The crowd was going wild, the screams getting louder but to you, it felt like you couldn’t even hear them; it felt like only you and Rider were there, and that he was showing off just for you.

The way in which his thrusts become more powerful, the way his veins on his muscular arms pop out, the way he imitates the moans at the same time as the vocalist’s were driving you insane and you were one step closer to just sneak your hand between your legs and play with yourself, not even caring about where you were.

After presumably making the floor pregnant, Rider changes positions and lays on his back. This time, instead of fucking the floor, he places his hands on an imaginary person on top of him and fucks the air instead, just as the song says:

You get on top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, you say you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

As the instruments in the song start to quite down (signalling the ending of the song), Rider gets up and faces the audience with the most sinful grin. He teasingly pops the button of his pants and slides down the zipper, his bulgy dick expanding immediately under his white underwear. Then, he slides his hand under his underwear and shamelessly palms himself. If he wasn’t a professional who had all his angles studied, there was no way he could conceal his cock from the audience with just one hand, but he knew exactly what he was doing and you cursed him for it. 

The song was about to end and you were curious about the big finish. Whatever it was, you were damn sure it would leave you gasping for air.

Sure enough, you were right.

Just as the instrumental hits its last notes, Rider gives one last teasing smirk and as he takes his dick out of its confinement the lights go out leaving, quite literally, everyone in the dark.

“Fuck,” you cursed at the show you just witnessed and the erotic sensations it brought in you.

This was why he wanted you to come so badly? To fucking tease you? That motherfucker. There was no way you could just sit there and watch. There was no fucking way you could just sit there and go back to your normal life - and you wouldn’t.

Downing the last of your drink you grabbed your purse and made your way to the owner Maria who was currently behind the bar.

When you requested the back room with Rider to Maria you were surprised to find out it had already been booked in your name - the owner smugly telling you that Rider had booked it for you.

You were pissed. Not in a bad way, but still fucking pissed.

You couldn’t help but pace around as you waited for Rider in the back room - sipping on a glass of champagne that came with the package. Your mind was racing, thinking about how he had invited you here, teased you beyond belief and booked you the back room alone with him without telling you. He knew you were going to cave, he knew you’d want a taste and it drove you fucking mad that he could manipulate you like that.

The sound of the door opening made you snap your head in its direction.

The first thing you notice is his exposed torso, Rider only wearing the red pants and robe from the performance earlier. The second was the fucking smug look on his face.

“Hey baby, did you enjoy the show?” He asked in a velvety voice after he closed the door and made his way to you to give you a kiss - you dodged. If he kissed you now, it would be game over for you, and you needed to make him suffer just like he did you.

“What the fuck was that?” You poked his chest with an accusatory finger, but he was so strong that he didn’t move.

“Just my new routine.” He pretended that he didn’t know what you were talking about, but the look on his face told a whole different story.

“Just your new routine?” You scoffed before you continued. “You tell me to come and sit in the first row. Then, you come in dressing like that,” you look down at his outfit to show what you were talking about but immediately regret it once you notice the tent in his tight pants. “You tease me like there’s no tomorrow and then you book this fucking room for me?”

“Don’t be silly Y/N, I just wanted to show you, as one of my best clients, my brand new act.” He took a brief pause before he continued again, this time in a slightly different tone, “And if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one I teased.”

He tried to sound breezy but you saw right through his act. If he wanted to play then that was what he was going to get.

“Is that so?” You asked in a knowing tone, him just humming in response. “Well then, if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one who teased me. Maybe I should go book a room with Black Magic instead.”

His whole expression changed. The playfulness in him was now completely gone, only a dark jealous look remaining.

He took several steps forward cornering you into a wall, excitement pooling down between your legs. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about another man.”

Any other day and you’d completely sub for him, a look from him being enough to have you on your knees but today...today you were feeling like you wanted to put up a fight. “Or what?”

He moved in closer to your ear to whisper: “Or I’ll use your pretty little pussy like my personal cum dumpster and leave you here with a creamy cunt that didn’t get the chance to orgasm.”

You tried to remain calm but your erratic breathing gave you away, making him chuckle. “You’d like that?”

When his hand touched your knee you couldn’t help but feel startled, his touch at this point turning you on beyond belief.

“You would. My little slut.” You couldn’t see his smirk, because his face was now buried in your neck, but you could definitely hear it in his voice.

“I can just imagine you fingering your creamy pussy just to get off,” his hand starts travelling up your exposed thigh and starts playing with the hem of your skirt, making you go wild. “If I close my eyes I can already see my cum overflowing and running down your perfect little asshole.” His other hand grabbed your right breast and started massaging it over your shirt, making you release a tiny little moan.

What was happening to you? He was winning. You couldn’t let him win. You had to do something now.

With the inner strength you didn’t even know you had in yourself you took a deep breath and pushed him away, your senses immediately clearing as you no longer felt his intoxicating smell so close.

He was shocked, and his shock only gave you that more strength.

“I think you’ll find that it’s actually the opposite Jungkook.” Usually, while you were with him in the club you would never call him by his real name, but this time you felt like it gave the moment a more serious tone, and you definitely wanted him to take you seriously.

“You think you’re some big shot?” You scoffed and made your way towards him, this time you being the one who backs him up against the big red leather sofa with the big red neon sign that said “Sex” just above it. You gave him one little push and he fell back, you towering over him for a change.  

“You are here for me to use. I pay you, so…” you lower yourself down and sit right on top of his bulge, your skirt hoisting up. “...I’m gonna fuck you until my pussy gets its fill and then I’m gonna leave you with a hard red leaky cock that’s aching to be milked dry.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter, but he didn’t say anything either, giving you the courage to continue.

You pressed your core even harder on his cock and started grinding, a tiny hiss leaving both your mouths. “I can just imagine your frustrated face, fisting your cock as you imagine it’s my cunt. Going at it so hard and fast that your lungs can barely keep up. Parting your pretty little lips to moan my name…”

Jungkook bucked his hips upwards to feel you even better, the sensation driving you absolutely mad. 

You looked into each other’s eyes, tension building as you felt each other up. Your hands ran down his exposed chest as his squeezed your ass. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, those sinful lips that had made you feel extraordinary sensations so many times before - he chuckled.

“You’re cute when you try to be a dom.” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look straight into his dark lustful eyes, “are you going to fucking kiss me or do I have to beg for it?”

Feeling affected that he described your actions as “cute” you harshly slapped his hand away and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him forward so his lips could crash into yours.

The kiss was erratic. Hungry. Animalistic. Needy. Everything.

You slid his robe down his muscular biceps exposing his protruding veins and sexy tattoos and as soon as he was finished discarding the garment to the middle of the room he grabbed your white shirt by the cleavage and ripped it right open throwing the destroyed shirt to the place where his robe was.

“That shirt was expensive,” you say between breaths as he frees your mouth to kiss you down your neck.

“Fuck the shirt, I want you.” He bit a piece of skin on your chest and tugged on it with his teeth as he slid the straps of your bra down, your skin forming tiny little bumps from the sensation of his fingers running through it.

“Rider…” you moaned as his mouth got closer and closer to your breasts, your hips grinding on him harder.

“Call me Jungkook.”

“Jungkook…” you moaned as he moved your bra down, the rough seam bumping against your sensitive nipples. His lips immediately claimed one of your hardened peeks, the other one being left at the mercy of his tattooed fingers.

You picked up your pace and started dry humping like a madwoman, your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your announcement made Jungkook toy with your nipples harder, twisting and pulling until you were cumming undone, his name coming out of your mouth like a mantra.

Not having any time to breathe, Jungkook picked you up and threw you to the couch, the feeling of the leather on your bare hot skin making you slightly uncomfortable. Before you even had time to ask him what he was doing, he was pulling your panties down and diving in straight to your core, your legs closing in on his head due to the sensitivity.

“Jungkook, I wanna suck your cock…” you whined as he inserted one of his middle fingers inside of you.

“Sorry love, no sucking today. I just want to be buried inside of you.” He started to suck on your clit and after working his finger in for a little bit he added another. You could tell he was in a rush to fuck you and that turned you on even more.

He curled up his fingers inside you making you moan even louder and you thanked your lucky stars the room was soundproof. You were so wet that you could hear it perfectly clear, a sound so lewd that made your whole temperature rise.

Very soon you were feeling your orgasm building once more and, this time, you could tell it was stronger than the other. “Fuck baby, give me more…”

Like a soldier taking orders, he promptly added a third finger and at that moment you knew you weren’t gonna last much longer. In fact, all it took was 10 more seconds of him finger-fucking you while flicking your clit with his tongue and you were spiralling down in pleasure once more, this time on his mouth. “Jungkook...”

You lied there with your eyes closed for what felt like an eternity - the need to catch your breath and calm your heart way too big - but when you finally opened them, Jungkook was standing next to you all naked slowly pumping his cock.

“Sssss...Y/N, don’t fucking look at me like that or I’m gonna bust-”

Feeling your dom persona getting back into action, you got up and threw him down on the black fluffy rug - its fluffy texture being much more pleasant than the leather of the couch. You placed your legs on both sides of him and crouched down. His dick was so hard it was standing straight up, almost like it was waiting for you to sink down on it. So, not being able to resist it any longer, you simply grabbed it and sat right on top of him.

“Fuck, such a fucking tight cunt for me-” You shut him up by putting your hand on his mouth and started riding him like you were at a fucking rodeo.

You were feeling drunk on sex. His cock was hitting you on all the right places (like it always did), his hands were grabbing your hips so hard you were sure they were gonna leave a mark and the sight of his bulging muscles glistening with sweat was driving you into absolute madness.

You were fucking at a mad speed, even you didn’t know where all that strength had come from, but if someone saw you right now they’d probably think you had taken some drugs. Eventually, though, your body started to grow tired and Jungkook noticed that, so he let go of your hips and pulled you onto him. Your head nuzzled on his neck and he started to fucking drill you up.

“Oh shit, shit, shit…” You moaned into his neck, a mix of his cologne and sweat hitting your nostrils.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long baby.”

Hearing his confession you snaked your arm between your bodies and frantically rubbed your clit so you could cum at the same time. The work on your abused clit didn’t last long though, making you cum on his deliciously hard cock, “oh Jungkook.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” The clenching of your pussy eventually tipped him over the edge, him spilling his warm seed inside of you.

After a while of you two panting on the rug, Jungkook got up to pick a couple of tissues so he could clean you up, leaving you alone on the floor.

“Fuck me…” you said in a surprising sense at what had just happened as he kneeled between your legs.

“Again?” He looked up at you with a teasing smirk and proceeded to collect his cum with the tissues.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, the mood feeling light.

Once you got up to put your discarded clothes back on you remembered what Jungkook had done to your shirt and turned to him with your hands on your hips. “How am I supposed to get out of here with no shirt Mr Jeon Jungkook?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he put his tight pants back on. “I brought a shirt under my hoodie today, I can lend it to you. Might not go with your outfit though…” He teased as he looked at your pencil skirt.

“I’ll take it,” you smiled at him and waited as he went to his dressing room to pick his shirt up. 

Once he returned not only did he bring you his shirt, but a stack of bills leaving you completely stunned. “Here you go,” he said as he handed you the shirt and completely ignored the money. 

“Thank you,” you put on his shirt since you were starting to feel kind of cold and looked at him with a questioning look. “Are you paying me for my services or…?”

He looked confused for a second before he followed your gaze to the money on his hands and laughed. “Oh no, this is hum... for the back room.”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to. I’m the client and I used your services, I should pay.” 

“Yeah but...don’t look at tonight like a service. I invited you, I teased you...it’s on me tonight,” he tried to place the money on your hands but you hesitated, eventually grabbing it and giving him a shy smile.

What this meant for the two of you you didn’t know, but you sure were excited to find out.

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[yutahoes]

3Bs Project # 3: Bartender

3Bs are known as the three male professions that women should avoid to date in Japan: a biyoushi (hairstylist), a band member, and a bartender.  

pairing : bartender! Yuta Nakamoto x  socialite! Y/N

word count : 4.4k words

genre : fluff, suggestive towards the end

summary : You hated the club but slowly, you’re growing to get fond of the loud music and alcohol because of a certain someone’s smile. 

warning : alcohol, suggestive content

taglist:  @ailoveyuta @aiforyuu @yutazen01 @2-3-t-i​ @cosmiclatte28  @readers-posts @ytzvivi @onefoureightfive    

Sorry this took so long. I kinda hated the ending of this. Anyways, please enjoy the last part of this project. Thank you for reading the three AUs. 

You hated it. The loud bass music, the unhealthy smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat. You hated the club the most. You would rather stay at home but here you are, with your so-called friends, in the place you loathe the most. 

You sighed then sat on the stool by the counter, avoiding your group of girl friends eyeing the boys from the other table. You desperately wanted a drink but you can't. The bartender smiled at you, "Hi, can I get you anything?" He said loud enough for you to understand his words through the booming music of bass. 

You smiled then shook your head. "I'm the designated driver. Do you have some water?" It was the safest choice. Not that you don't have any money to pay for drinks, you can't have any alcohol in your system if you want to drive your friends safely. And it sucks. More reason to hate the club. 

The guy smirked before putting a tall glass in front of you. "Water? You're my customer, I won't give you water." You just stared at him and had to admit that he's charming. But the lights are dim and it must be the absence of a man in your life that you found him attractive. "I'll make you a virgin." 

A virgin? Your eyes widened at him. What? "You're not allergic to pineapple, aren't you?" You shook your head as he put a yellow liquid in his mixer. "Coconut?" Again, you shook your head as he put a clear liquid in the same mixer. "Keep your eyes on me."

You were amazed at how he shook the mixer in a showy motion, throwing the mixer in the air and even catching it flawlessly. He winked when he poured the mixed drink in the glass in front of you, putting a slice of pineapple on the edge of the glass then pushing it to you. "A virgin piña colada for the designated driver." You giggled at that. He's good at this. 

And his drink is amazing. It tastes like the real piña colada without the kick of the alcohol. "Thank you. This is really good." The guy smiled before thanking you for the compliment, excusing himself to get to the other customers that made you nod. 

"Y/N, take us home." Your friend whispered against your ear, making you annoyed. You had to finish your drink and thanked the bartender, paying for your and your friends’ drink then giving him a generous tip. He smiled, a really pretty smile, thanking you. 

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You still hated the blinding lights and the loud booming bass but now, your friend needed you to come with her to the club. She started crying, telling you about the boy she's seeing who cheated on her. You rolled your eyes at that, more reasons to not date someone. "I'll get you something to drink, hmm?" You said then made a beeline, between grinding bodies, to the bar counter to order something. 

"Oh. Designated driver." The bartender called, smiling at you. He really had a nice smile, you note. "A virgin again?" 

You giggled then shook your head. "We're going to call for a substitute driver." You stopped. Why do you have to explain that? "Anyways, can you give me something really strong for my friend?" 

Again, he smiled then placed a glass in front of you. Like the first night, you watched as he started mixing some drinks. "How strong are we talking about?" 

"So strong that she'll forget a guy who cheated on her?" Wow, you realized, that was too much information and you quickly regret telling him that. He smiled, reassuring you before he put rum in the drink he's mixing. 

The guy created a purple drink that amazed you. This is new. "It's a magic potion for her to forget that bastard." You giggle at that, thanking him. "You have to return after handing her this drink, I'll make you an 'I-have-to-comfort-my-friend-drink’.” You only smiled before nodding at him, careful to not let the drink spill on your way to your friend. 

The drink he gave you isn't that strong but there's a kick of alcohol and a faint taste of mint and lime. It's refreshing and addicting, a kind of drink you haven't tried before. Maybe this will be your new favorite hangout place because of the amazing drink that the bartender has been offering you. 

Your friend was too drunk after getting three glasses of her drink and you were just a little tipsy after your fourth glass. You handed the bartender a large tip because of the drinks he made and the patience he had while listening to your friend, even getting an earful from her for being a guy. You apologize to the bartender profusely as you helped her out of the club. 

It is cold since it's almost early morning and it doesn't help that you have thin clothes on. You were waiting for a substitute driver, outside the club and your friend's car, mentally asking why you can’t book a driver and cursing at your friend for just sleeping in the car without any worries. "Hey." someone called and you were ready to attack a creep who would ask you to spend a night with him but you were greeted by a warm smile. The bartender. "You're still here. Hard time finding a substitute driver?" You nodded. "I'm done for today. Do you want me to drive you?"

You shook your head, surprised at what he said. "No, it's alright. I don't want to bother you." 

"It's not a bother." Well, it's him or nothing, you thought. You're pretty tipsy to drive and it's so cold that you just wanted to get some sleep. You stared at him for a while asking if he knew how to drive which made him nod. He doesn't even look like a creep. Heck, he's the opposite of that. So you nodded, handing him the keys to your friend’s car. 

To fully trust him, he even showed you his license. Yuta Nakamoto. His name is Yuta and he's Japanese. Single? You don't even know why your mind kept on asking that. Must be the tipsiness. You gave him the instructions to your friend's house, even regretting that it was a short drive. You wanted to spend more time with him, wanted to talk to him and hear his angelic voice. 

You talked to your friend's mom who looked worried, even asking you to just sleep at their place but you shook your head. She even asked you to just take a cab home or drive your friend's car but you wanted to walk and remove the tipsiness in your system. When you left the house, you were surprised that Yuta was still outside. 

It was a good thing. You needed to thank him for driving you safely and making sure that he'll go home safe. "Thank you, Yuta. I'm really sorry for bothering you." 

He shook his head, smiling at you. "It's cool, Y/N. I'm glad you're both safe." You nodded at that, not knowing what to tell him. “You should get inside, it’s cold.” 

“Oh no.” You shook your head, eyeing the house. “I’m heading home.” 

“It’s late.” You giggled, arguing that it’s almost early morning. “Are you taking a cab?” 

You had to smile at his genuine concern then shook your head. “I live nearby. I’ll just walk to get some air.” Yuta nodded, telling you that he’ll walk with you which surprised you. He even argued that he lives nearby so it’s fine and once again, not a bother. 

It was awkward. What should you tell him? It’s a little cold so you rub your palms together. “Are you cold?” He asked but you shook your head, smiling. “Do you want to take my jacket?” He was wearing a denim jacket and a white thin shirt inside, so thin that you can even see the silhouette of what looks like a tattoo on his chest. You shook your head, repeating that you’re fine. It’s a short walk anyways. 

You stopped in front of the large blue gates of your house and he exclaimed in awe at how big your house is. “My parents are in an airline industry so they have lots of money to waste.” Yuta nodded and you rubbed your neck at the awkwardness. Why do you have to tell him that? “Thank you, for driving us and walking me home.” 

“No worries, Y/N.” He said then smiled at you. “You should get inside. I’ll see you later.” You nodded, promising to come back to the club sometime. 

-----

That sometime came faster than you expected when one of your friends had her bachelorette party at the same club. Although you hate the club and your friends, you came for the sake of seeing Yuta again. When you entered the club, you easily spotted him by the bar leaning close and talking to one girl in skimpy clothes. She started touching his arm, trailing her finger in a flirty manner that made the guy smirk. You were annoyed at that moment. 

But then, why are you annoyed when it’s his job and you two are not together?   

Additional to the annoyance you felt is when one friend stopped you from drinking alcohol since you brought your car and you should drive them home. What the hell? You wanted to drink because you’re so pissed off and you’re not allowed to? Can this night get any worse? “Y/N, can you get us some Cosmopolitan?” One girl asked as you pouted while heading to the bar counter. 

“You don’t look good.” Yuta teased when you sat on the bar counter which made you glare at him. “Designated driver again?” You nodded, not wanting to have a conversation with him. You asked for your friends’ Cosmopolitan and a glass of water or even cola if they have some but he just chuckled that pissed you off more. “I’ll make you something to drink. I think you need it.” 

“I can’t. Just give me…”

“I’ll drive you home. You and your friends.” He claimed that made you look at him. “Get drunk. I’ll take care of you.” Does he do this to every girl? You’re not special, aren’t you? Is he this kind-hearted? Or maybe it’s the tips.

And you believed in the last one. 

Even if you wanted to get drunk, you can handle your alcohol well. Knowing full well when to stop drinking and that is the third glass of the pink liquid you’ve been drinking all night.  

Yuta did help you with your friends and handed him the keys to your car, putting your full trust in him to get you home safely. You sat on the passenger seat and told him instructions on where to go to get your friend home while watching him take the wheel flawlessly. You had to bite your lip at his exposed arm from the black T-shirt he’s wearing, a black line peeking on the hem of the shoulder. He really has tattoos and it made him hot in your eyes. God, he’s perfect. When he turned to look at you, you pretended to check on your friends in the backseat and reminding them not to vomit. 

He did drove your three friends to their home safely and since he knew where you lived, maybe you can just get some sleep. “Are you still feeling drunk?” He asked and you nodded at that, feeling your head throbbing and your stomach churning. “Can we stop by somewhere first?” You glanced at him curiously but he was already swerving the car in a different direction. 

He stopped the car in front of a convenience store and asked you to come with him outside that startled you. The cashier was only looking at you when he paid for a can of coffee and a bottle of sparkling water. He gave you the bottle of sparkling water, asking you to take small sips while walking to the back of the convenience store where there are vacant chairs and tables. “Can we go home now?” 

He shook his head, tapping the bottle of water. “Finish it then we’ll go home.” You took small sips, careful not to drink too much because you might vomit in the car. When you finished half of the water, you stood up then asked him to go home already but he crossed his arms against his chest then glared at you. "Finish it all." 

The dominance in his voice and the way he looked at you made you gulp. God, he is hot. And you didn't know that you have this submissiveness inside you. You want him.

He drove you home with little conversations in the car, even greeting you goodnight when your dad waited for you outside the gates. “Are you dating him?” You shook your head at him, that’s ridiculous. 

When you woke up that morning, you were surprised to see breakfast on the table. Your mom said that a certain guy brought those things so you wouldn’t have a hangover. She asked you the same question your dad asked you last night and you shook your head once again, but this time it didn’t sound ridiculous. You just wished you were indeed dating him. 

You don’t even know his number, only knowing his name and where he works. So to thank him, you head to the club on a Friday night. There were lots of people and you took a small spot by the corner, watching him mix drinks and serving the customers. You can go to him when he’s not too busy and you settled in watching him, in his blank tank top, mixing drinks. He really does have a tattoo on his arm, an intricate pattern that made you mesmerized. 

He was talking to some girls, letting them brush his arm or his chest. Some girls were even leaning close to him, whispering in his ear. You grew annoyed every second. You can’t do this. He’s a bartender, that’s his job. And your jealous self cannot be in a relationship with someone like him. What ticked you off is when a girl in a short skirt handed him a red fabric and Yuta just smirked while licking his lips. Damn it, maybe he’s not just a bartender. 

If you hated clubs, you hated tea parties more. But your mom always tells you that a proper lady should never decline tea parties and you fucking hate it. You don’t want to hear how your so-called friends bought their Givenchy bag or Prada dress in Paris, you just wanted to sleep. “Y/N.” one of them called and you turned to her with a pissed expression, “Do you have a date for the wedding?” 

You had to roll your eyes at that. Of course, they’ll egg you on. You’re the only one not in a relationship. "Do you want me to introduce you to someone? He owns a hotel." One of your friends said. You don't like it but cannot say anything to them so you just agreed without any thought. It's just a harmless introduction. 

It surprised you when your friend told you that you'll meet the guy in the club, specifically the club where Yuta works. Why there? There are a lot of clubs in town. You just wished that it’s Yuta’s off and that he’s not around. 

But he saw you immediately the moment you entered the club. He was talking to a girl, tucking a hair behind her ear when his eyes fell on you and smiled. Damn it, that smile. “Y/N!” Someone called from the bar that made you break eye contact with Yuta and walked to the man who called your name. “I’m so glad you could come.” 

You smiled at him. What was his name again? Your friend showed you pictures of him but you weren’t interested. He might have a nice body and a handsome face to match but you're so sick of guys like him. "Hi, what can I get you?" Yuta asked. 

"I'll have some whiskey and a margarita for the lady." Your date said that surprised you, Yuta glancing at you for clarification. You just nodded although you don't know how it tastes like. He started telling things about the hotel his parents are running and that you're a great match knowing that your family business is in tourism as well. He said something about his penthouse and a car but your mind cannot register it. 

When Yuta handed you the drinks, you just thanked him and pretended to listen to your date. "Do you want to have a ride?" Yuta looked surprised that he dropped the glass on the counter, spilling some drink on you that startled you. 

You gave him a confused look as he muttered an apology. "Excuse me." You said as you head to the washroom to clean the drink on your dress. The moment you went out, Yuta was leaning by the wall outside of the women's bathroom as if waiting for you. You passed by him but he held your wrist to stop you. "What?" 

"That guy, seriously Y/N?" He asked that made you glare. What is he talking about? "You're better than that. You'll really go on a date with a guy who wanted you to ride his dick already and you haven't even had a drink." 

"Wait, what? Ride what?"

"He was boasting about his seven-inch dick, weren't you paying attention?" You giggled at that, he seemed so agitated. "Look, he's even flirting with the girl beside him." You watch the guy talking to another girl next to him, the same girl Yuta was flirting with earlier. 

Maybe that's why he is so annoyed. "I'll get your client back." You heard him revolt, calling your name but you walked to where your date is, sitting next to him. He was all smiles when he turned to you and you drunk the whiskey in his glass. This is getting annoying. Your feelings are out of hand now. Why do you even like him in the first place if he only cares about the customers and tips? 

The guy's hand went to your thigh that startled you. "Do you want to go to my place?" Why is he like this? On the first date, really? 

"I won't." 

"Come on, Y/N. Your friends told me that you're great company." That took your attention. Your friends? They sold you off to this jerk? You scoffed at how annoying everything is going. "You even wore a skirt for me." His large hand held your arm and you smirked. 

You didn't wear it for him, you wore it for someone else. "Funny of you to think that." His hold on you got tighter and you're slowly attracting the attention of people around. "Let me go!"

"You wear these slutty clothes on a date with someone you don't even know. What do you want me to think?" 

Another hand held his wrist, forcefully breaking his hold on you. Yuta. He pulled you behind him. "That she's a girl who can wear whatever she wants." You had to stare at him in surprise. He's adding another reason for you to like him. "I'm sorry sir but you're making a customer uncomfortable. I'll have to ask you to…" 

He landed a punch on the bartender's face that startled you. The nerve of this guy to hurt Yuta's pretty face. You didn't even know what came into you that you raised your leg to kick his crotch. The guy whimpered on the ground, cursing at you and even shouting that he'll tell your friends what you did. "Yeah, go ahead. Tell them to ride your small cock as well, loser." You took your handbag before pushing yourself between the crowd who was watching you, heading outside the club. 

What you did was really scary but at the same time, you can't help but be proud of yourself. You're so sick of pretending to be the perfect girl everyone wants you to be. You are not. You wanted to curse, you wanted to get drunk, you wanted to fall in love without anyone's influence. 

"Y/N!" You heard someone call and you turned to the owner of the voice. "Wait up." Yuta was running to where you are, bumping into other people walking in the opposite direction. He was breathing heavily the moment he stopped in front of you. "Are you alright?" What? You were suddenly confused. "You kicked him. Is your foot alright?" 

He was worried about that? You laughed. "I'm fine. It's not like his dick is made of steel." Again, you laughed while remembering the guy’s face whimpering but Yuta just stared at you in worry. "Are you alright? That was a solid punch." He held the side of his jaw then nodded, saying that he's fine. "Thank you for earlier and I'm sorry for what that jerk did." 

"Then why did you go on a date with him?" 

You sighed. "My friend said to meet him." He then chuckled. "I know, I know. I have pathetic friends." Yuta nodded, agreeing with you. "I'll have to ditch them. Do you want to be my friend?" 

"I don't want to be friends, though." Your face fell that instant that made him smile, that lovely smile. You wanted to punch his face for making your heart beat so fast in your chest. Yet he doesn't want to be friends with you. "Can a man and woman be just friends?" He asked, stepping forward that there's a small distance between the two of you. "When the man is so attracted to the woman that he's jealous about her dating someone other than him?" 

"You were jealous?" He nodded that made you smile. "Well, you were flirting with the female customers a lot."

Yuta chuckled. "You were jealous?" Repeating those words in the same tone as you did earlier. "It was my job.” He then stopped, “Come to think of it I just lost my job now.” 

You stared at him in surprise. Is this because of what happened earlier? “Do you want me to talk to your…?” 

He shook his head, smiling widely. “It’s fine. I got accepted in my dream job.” Dream job? You raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll be a Junior Chemist at a Pharmaceutical Company.”

“A chemist?” You asked in shock. “You’re a chemist?” So that’s why he’s good at mixing drinks. Yuta nodded, chuckling at you. “You’re pretty amazing.”

He held your hand, threading your fingers together that sent butterflies to your stomach. “Then date me.” You smiled at the straightforwardness. Another reason to like him. “We can make amazing chemistry together.” You giggled and you nodded as he pulled you closer to him. 

------

“Why does he look so scared of you?” Your friend asked, gesturing for the guy standing on the side and looking warily at you. The guy you once dated in the club. “Didn’t you two hit it off?” 

You rolled your eyes at that. If it isn’t one of your friend’s wedding, you wouldn’t even come here. A smirk escaped your lips and you drank the white wine in your glass. “He was boasting about his seven-inch cock when it isn’t even that big.” 

The girls in your group giggled, “What do you know? Are you getting laid?” You smiled innocently at that. “Oh my God! You are!” One exclaimed while the other asked repeatedly if you were dating someone, even asking who. When you said your boyfriend’s name, they looked surprised but you shrugged. 

As if on cue, Yuta came inside the hall while looking around. He was wearing a suit with a dark blue tie that you got him. The girls gasped when he smiled, staring in your direction and walking to you. “He’s so handsome.” One girl whispered and you smiled widely at that, their eyes not leaving your boyfriend. 

“Hi. Sorry, I’m late.” He said with a smile, wrapping his arm around your waist. He gave you a light peck on the lips then another one while giggling. “Were you drinking?” You nodded, whispering that it’s just wine. You even asked how his day at the company went when one girl lightly coughed, asking if you can introduce him to them. “Oh sorry,” He said immediately. “I’m Yuta Nakamoto, Y/N’s boyfriend.” 

You smiled warmly as the girls take turns in holding his hand but you pulled him by the arm, pouting. “Excuse us.” Yuta just chuckled, whispering ‘jealous freak’ while pinching your cheek. The two of you sat by the bar counter and he started asking the bartender for vodka. He asked you what you want and you answered the same thing, making him smile. The girl in white brought two glasses of the alcoholic drink, slices of lime, and salt in one small plate. 

With a flirty look, you drank the contents of the glass without breaking eye contact with him. You put the lime above your tongue, letting it linger a bit before dipping your finger on salt and sucking on it. Yuta smirked, licking his lips and glaring at you in a predatory look. You discovered it the third night you stayed in his place, the thing that turned your boyfriend on. “That’s cheating. Now I don’t know whether to take you home or take you here.”   

“I don’t mind doing it here.” 

“I don’t want to ruin your dress. You look so good in it.” 

You stood up, leaning close to him. “I don’t have to remove my dress.” He raised an eyebrow at you as you smirked. “Did I tell you that I don’t have anything inside my dress?” You smirked before doing a small twirl to walk away from him. 

The next thing you know, he was hot on your trail. “You’re really unbelievable.” 

“You love me, though.” 

“More than anything in this world.” He whispered against your ear before kissing the soft spot on your neck. “I’ll just show you how much when we get back home. But now, let me just drink you up.”

“I’m all yours, Yuta.” You whispered, opening the door to the restroom as his lips went to yours. 

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[rebelwrites]

What Happens In Vegas

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N so this was inspired by this post @theysayitscrazy

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The moment you spun around, your eyes landed on the Blondie that was speaking to your future brother in law. You were confused, this week in Vegas was just for the wedding party, as one big bachelor and bachelorette party, yet you had never seen this guy, or a few of the guys before.

“Yo, sis!” You shouted, resting your arm over your older sister's shoulder. “Who is the fit Blondie taking to D?”

“That my dearest sister is his best man, and one of the lads that he used to be a team mate to.” She struggled.

“Okay, okay next question, why the fuck haven’t I met him before?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the God that was on the other side of the room.

“Because first of all you were married and secondly he has been around plenty of times since you have been crashing with us, but somebody has been too shut off to realise.” Jade shrugged, like it was nothing.

“Please don’t remind me of that asshole,” You snapped, “And sorry I’m trying to rebuild my life after he left me with nothing. But now big sister I need to meet this guy because holy fuck he is fine.”

“Oh god.” She laughed. “You are a nightmare!”

“Hey, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right?” You grinned as she dragged you through the crowd.

As you got closer, you recognised one of them. The one and only Jason Hayes. Letting go of your sisters hand you ran into his open arms. You hadn’t seen him for years.

“Alright, trouble.” He laughed squeezing you tight. “I haven’t seen you for what feels like forever,” he shouted over the music.

“Yeah well you can thank that asshole for that,” You sighed.

“Wait, you aren’t wearing any rings?” Jase asked.

“He left me, took me for everything I had, took the business, the house, the car, everything.” You shrugged “Divorce finalised a couple of weeks ago.”

“And she’s been a nightmare ever since,” Danny laughed, pulling you into a hug.

“Dude, shut up and let me go through my hoe phase in peace!” You giggled, grabbing a shot from the centre of the table.

“Right I need to introduce you to some people.” Danny smirked at you.

“Urm, yeah you do!” You smirked, making him laugh.

“Okay well you know Jase, that’s Sonny, Ray, Eric and Clay” Danny said pointing at everyone.

Flashing them all a smile, you locked eyes with Clay, and instantly felt your heart starting to race, he was one hundred percent your type, and your mind instantly went to the gutter, as the dirty thoughts took over.

Everyone broke off in their groups and you gravitated towards Clay.

“I didn’t know Jade had a sister?” He grinned.

“Yeah, I’ve been crashing theirs for nearly a year now but to be fair I’ve been out a lot! Especially the last couple of weeks.” You laughed, “But it’s nice to get back to the old me.”

“How long were you married?” Clay asked.

“It was about six years, first year was good and then the rest was hell.” You sighed, “But that is a depressing story, so that’s all you are getting.” The music had now changed to more sensual stuff and you couldn’t help but smirk “Come on, we are dancing.”

“I don’t dance darling.” He laughed, bringing the beer bottle to his lips.

“Oh I’m sure I can change that!” You giggled, “Live a little Clay, we are in Vegas, who knows what could happen.”

“Fine but if I don’t have fun, I will make you pay.” He winked.

“I will hold you to that.” You smirked, linking your hand in his dragging him to the dance floor.

To say you had only met Clay a couple of hours ago, you felt like you had known him for years, the conversation flowed along with the alcohol, his touch set your skin on fire and there was definitely shameless flirting going on. And currently you were both in the middle of the dance floor, smashed out of your face, bodies pressed against each other, as his fingers caressed your cheeks. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. And the moment they connected you knew you were fucked.

No one had made you feel, like he had with one kiss. He left you wanting more, wanting to get to know him, wanting to get him into bed. He sent your brain into a frenzy.

“Well that was unexpected!” You breathed, as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You said it yourself, we are in Vegas, anything could happen!” He smirked.

You knew the next week of the trip would be absolute chaos, seen as it looked like you had a new partner on crime to cause trouble with.

The night passed, the drinks kept coming and everyone would be dealing with a nasty hangover in the morning, but you didn’t care. You were all living in the moment, without any thoughts. You and Clay were all over each other, either you were sitting on his lap when you were in the booth, or your hands were roaming over each other’s bodies. And all you could think about was him taking you back to his room and having his way with you.

“Oi trouble,” Danny said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you got another round of drinks in. “I see that look in your eyes, when you look at Clay.”

“And?” You giggled.

“Just be careful, okay,” he said kissing your head, “Clay is a good lad, but I know that your heart of yours is fragile at the moment.”

“Like I said D, let me live the hoe phase. You just worry about the wedding and let me worry about my heart okay.” You nodded.

“I wouldn’t be a good big brother if I didn’t look out for you,” he smiled.

The last call had been made and the final drink had been drunk, everyone was fucked, you couldn’t walk straight so was clinging to Clay, but he wasn’t any better than you so you couldn’t stop laughing as you made your way back to his hotel room. Seen as he still had a stocked mini bar, so the two of you were going to carry on the party.

But you stopped by your room to grab a pair of shorts and a vest top as you needed to get out of this dress and into something more comfortable. It didn’t take long to grab what you needed and get to Clay’s room

The moment you were alone, you tugged at the straps on your dress, shimmying out of the constricting material. Leaving you standing there in a push up bra and thong. Clay didn’t know where to look, the feeling on his eyes roaming your body made you weak at the knees.

“Like what you see baby?” You giggled stumbling over to him, somehow you managed to trip over, but Clay caught you just in time.

“I do,” he breathed, as he held you in his arms. “But I think we are both too drunk to do anything about it.”

“But,” you pouted, “I want you!”

“I know and I want you too, but you are a lot more drunk than me, so it’s not happening tonight though!” He whispered guiding you to the bed. “And honestly the amount of whiskey I’ve drank I don’t think I can get him up, no matter how hard I try!”

“Haha you have whiskey dick.” You giggled, reaching round to undo your bra. “I’m so sleepy,” you hummed.

“Wear this,” Clay laughed, tossing you one of his shirts, “then I think we best get some sleep, we have breakfast to attend in something like 3 hours.”

The sound of a phone going off, woke you up, along with the blazing sun streaming into the room.

“Turn it off” you groaned, snuggling further into Clay.

“It’s your phone,” he mumbled.

“Urgh” you sighed, slowly lifting your head off his chest to try and figure out where you had left the phone.

It didn’t take long to find it, and you couldn’t help roll your eyes as you saw the 20 missed calls off Jade and Danny. Just as the call ended it started ringing again with Danny’s face popping up on your screen.

“Thanks for waking me up!” You moaned, covering your eyes with your hand.

“Well you sound fucked,” he laughed.

“And you are annoying as hell Mr I Don’t Suffer From Hangovers,” you whisper shouted. “My head is pounding, can I go back to bed?”

“Nope! You and Clay are late for breakfast,” he said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Now get your ass down here in 10 minutes.”

“Asshole, you best have a large coffee and a fresh pack of smokes waiting for me!” You growled ending the call, looking back over at the bed you saw Clay had fallen back asleep. “Oi idiot, wake up,” you said, poking his cheek, “We got ten minutes to get downstairs.”

He didn’t say anything but groaned as he rolled out of bed, you couldn’t help but gulp as he stood there in a tight pair of boxers, hair all fluffy, just looking like a snack.

“You just gonna stand and stare, or you gonna get ready?” He teased.

“Urm yeah,” you mumbled, picking your shorts up of the floor, pulling them on before grabbing your bra and vest top disappearing into the bathroom.

Once you were ready you walked out into the bedroom, rubbing your arms from the crisp morning air.

“Here, wear this,” Clay smiled, tossing you one of his zip up hoodies.

As you slipped it over your shoulders, the smell of his aftershave filled your nose, making you smile. You had known him less than 12 hours and he was making you feel like a teenager again, yep you were fucked.

Soon enough you had both joined the group at the table outside, before you even sat down Jade passed you a spare pair of sunglasses, with a smirk like she knew this would happen.

“Well you two look like a sight for sore eyes!” Danny laughed, looking between you and Clay.

“Shut up and give me the smokes!” You hissed, holding your palm out. The moment you had the smokes Jade linked her arm with yours dragging you to the smoking area.

“Right, tell me everything!” Jade squealed.

“Nothing happened,” you shrugged, “And please whisper!”

“Girl, come on. I have known you for years now, I saw how you were looking at each other last night.” She grinned, “And I know full well you ended up in his room and that is his hoodie.”

“Look we were far too drunk for anything to happen, I mean I wanted to but Clay put a stop to it because of how drunk I was.” You said, taking a long inhale of your smoke.

“I knew you would have a connection with him.” She beamed as you headed back to the table.

The moment you sat back down, Clay winked at you, making you feel giddy again.

“So I’ve heard love is in the air,” Danny smirked.

“Urm fuck love, just gimme the hot, rough sex!” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I mean if you met the right person, maybe you could have both.” Clay said, keeping eye contact with you. The moment your brain caught up with what he said you choked on your coffee.

“I mean that person had to be really fucking special to make be believe in love again.” You shrugged, everyone else had gone back to whatever conversation they were having.

“If you are challenging me, then I’d say game on,” he smirked, leaning his head against his fists. “I know you felt the spark last night.”

“Let’s just see what happens this week,” you laughed, “And if I haven’t killed you then we shall see, but the sex better be damn hot boy.”

“I’m sure I can show you how hot it can get tonight!” He hummed, making you once again choke on your coffee.

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[smartycvnt]

Uncle Kraker (Peter Stone x Reader)

summary: 

You swayed back and forth on your feet as soft music played over the bar’s speakers. Peter was sitting back and watching you from the table. As the music began to die down, you turned around and started to walk back. The pitcher of beer was sitting on the table, half of it gone by now. You weren’t sure how long you’d been at the bar with Peter, waiting for the karaoke to start. He detested it, absolutely hated spending his Friday night listening to a bunch of drunkards singing, but he still went at least once a month for you. 

“Are you gonna go up?” you asked him. Peter watched you slide into the chair next to his, gauging how drunk you were. He had made you promise him that you wouldn’t have more than a couple of drinks, like he had something planned. You had agreed, but you had also done a round of shots with a bachelorette party before you’d begun dancing. 

“You know, I think that I will.” Peter shot you a smile, making you think that he was kidding. However, when a guy who introduced himself as the “Karaoke Miester” announced the stage was open, Peter was the first one up in line. 

“What is in this beer?” you asked yourself as you sniffed at Peter’s glass. It smelled fine, but Peter was still up there. He was great and did all sorts of things to make you smile and laugh, but he’d never done anything like this before. The two of you weren’t necessarily super reserved with your relationship, but Peter wasn’t the type to potentially embarrass himself like this. You didn’t think you’d ever even heard Peter sing in private before. 

“This goes out to my wonderful girlfriend, Y/n. Let this be a testament to just how much I love you,” Peter said as the lights dimmed a bit. You heard a somewhat familiar song opening. It took you a moment to realize where you had heard this song before or who it was even by until Peter started to sing. 

He kept eye contact with you the entire song. You smiled a little as the memory of one of your early dates came to mind. It was almost like your body was remembering all of the little details of that night. You were filled with the same warmth you felt having Peter wrapped around you a the two of you laid in a sleeping bag together and listened to a CD that Peter had burned especially for you. Soon, the smile on your face couldn’t be contained and when you focused your gaze back on Peter, he was smiling just as brightly. 

“I’m gonna go pay the tab, and then I want to take a walk.” 

“Okay,” you said softly. You gathered up your things and followed Peter up to the bar. He paid up the tab and then walked you out of the bar. 

“Did you recognize the song?” Peter asked you. 

“Uncle Kracker, from that CD you made me. Of course I remember it,” you told him. “That was sweet, you doing that for me. Especially since you said pigs would be flying before you did that.” 

“You make me want to do silly and ridiculous things like karaoke. You make me want things I never did before. You make me a better man, and I honestly can’t wait until I get to make you my wife,” Peter said. He stopped on a street corner and knelt down in front of you. “So, I’m asking you, at the spot of our first official kiss as a couple, if you, Y/n Y/l/n, would do me the honor of letting me be your husband?” 

“I thought you were going to be a bachelor forever Pete?” Your voice cracked as you looked down at him. There were tears in his eyes, as there probably were in yours. “Can you promise me that you aren’t going to want to take it back in five years?” 

“You had my heart when we were young, you have my heart now, and you’ll have it when we’re both old. There isn’t another soul on this earth that I would rather be with than you. So please, marry me.” 

“Yes,” you breathed out. 

“Seriously?” Peter asked you as he stood up. 

“Of course, I’ll marry you.” Peter scooped you up in his arms as he twirled you around. You let him slip the ring onto your finger before you gave him the biggest and sweetest kiss that you could. 

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🎲 🍀 WHAT’S YOUR BET? 🍀 🎲

Prompt: Y/N is lucky enough to have her man Roman at home for a few days, but she sees her luck start to change once she has a video game to overshadow and only a pair of dice as her allies.

Word count: Girl, grab a snack..Longer than it should

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, smut, cursing, masturbation(male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), thigh riding, sex dice.

My Roman’s lovers: @ziasaph, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: It’s Roman y’all, that’s all I’m gonna say on my defense! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Ro, how long more are you gonna stay playing that damn thing?”

“Just give me 10 more minutes babe, if I drop it now, my team is gonna loose” He said with his eyes glued on the TV.

“You’ve said that 10 minutes ago!Every damn time is this bullshit. I swear to you that some day I’m gonna toss that thing on fire!”

“I love you too babygirl” He blowed me a kiss without taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Argh” I let out a frustrated groan and went up the stairs to our bedroom.

Roman was home, on one of his very rare days off, and instead of being together making up for the time he was on the road, he’s been glued on that fucking video game of his with his cousins!

Generally I don’t mind him playing that boring thing, sometimes I even encourage him to play because I know how much he likes it and it’s sort of relaxing activity for him. But damn! He’s been home for two days now and I didn’t get not even one bit of love since he got here! I’m frustrated, upset and horny which is a quite deadly combination for anyone, really.

Is it too much to ask for a day with the man that you love, who’s been on the road for 3 weeks straight, for some quality couple time ALONE? I miss my man! I miss being in his arms, I miss kissing him, I miss the make out sessions, I miss the sex (heavily), I just want some dick damn it! His dick, buried deep inside of me! Ok I over shared, but I’m an adult woman with needs and I want my boyfriend to fulfill those needs! Am I the only one who thinks I’m not asking for too much?! Usually I don’t mind taking care of business with my own hands, but he’s home now, and I don’t want the battery operated fake one if I have the real one right there, on the living room, playing video games!

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw a little pastel pink bag with a huge bright pink bow on the floor near the wardrobe.

*Oh Amber’s bachelorette party gift. I never got to look at what she gave us...I remember she said some of those things were old but gold..*

I sat on the bed and placed the little bag on it, I opened and started to dig into it, removing item by item.

There was penis shaped pasta “Maybe I should cook that for dinner” I laughed to myself.

Some edible panties “Damn it Amber, that’s so 80’s girl!” I chuckled.

A beautiful purple lingerie set

“Uh, those are nice! And looks expensive too” I looked at the tag and was shocked by not only the price (salty as fuck) but also to see that it’s the correct size “How on earth did she knew that?!”

Lumberjack porn, in DVD! “Yep, definitely stuck in the 80’s! Oh well, old but gold she said, she didn’t lied tho” I cackled

Strawberry and chocolate edible lube. I opened the cap, squirted some out and gave it a lick. I was actually surprised how good that actually tasted!

And last but not least the most old but gold items of all time: A Pair Of Sex Dice!

I took it out of the package and red the words. On one dice there were actions “Lick, Bite, Kiss..” and on the other one were body parts “Lips, Thigh, Neck..” on both dice however, there was a question mark, which indicated that the person could choose the action or body part.

As I hold the dice in my hand an idea roamed my head.. *Oh baby, since you like to play so much, let’s see what you will think of my little game...* I thought to myself as I made my way downstairs to the living room.

I could see that he, obviously, continued with his eyes glued on the damn TV. So I made my way towards the couch and stopped a few inches away from him.

“Roman?”

“Son of a bitch! You killed OUR guy Jay! He was on our team, you fucker!”

*Of course he didn’t listen to me* I thought

“Roman?” I almost yelled

“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m gonna wrap it up in 15 minutes, I promi- What the fuck? Pay attention man! He almost killed you!” He yelled on the headset’s microfone.

“Would you like to play a game with me?” I asked

“Sure thing baby, just let me finish this level ok?”

“But I wanted to play now..”

“Huh...Why don’t you go on and I’ll be right behind you in a second” He ferociously tapped the buttons of that cursed thing, without even once looking at me.

“Oh well since you don’t wanna play with me...I’ll find someone else to play with, I guess..” With that I threw the pair of dice at him and it landed on his face before hitting the coffee table.

“Fuck babe! Why did you do that for?” He looked down to see what I had thrown at him. “Dice? What is-“ he stopped once he saw the sayings on it and looked up with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, so I finally get you to look at me for the first time in those two days huh?” I said with a bitter tone. He chose to ignore me and asked.

“Was is this?”

“The game I wanted to play with you, but since you’re so focused on your own little game, I’ll go find someone else...who actually wants to play with me.”

I turned around and was walking towards the stairs when he said.

“Oh, I’ll be damned if you play this with someone other than me!”

I turned around just in time to see him desperately take off the headset, turn off the TV, the PlayStation and walk towards me with the dice in hand.

“So baby girl, where do you wanna play?”

“Here” I turned and made my way back to the large couch. He followed and sit down beside me.

“How you wanna do this babe?” He asked with a mischievous smirk

“We’ll take turns, each one will have 60 seconds to do the action, the first one to call for mercy loses”

“Ok, and what does the winner gets?”

“Whatever she”

“Or he” he smiled

“I wouldn’t bet that sweetheart! Whatever SHE wants”

“Are you really that certain you’re going to win kitten?”

“Absolutely!” I proudly smiled

“We’ll see about that baby girl..”

“Who should start?”

“Please baby, ladies first!”

“What a gentleman huh?!” I scoffed

Before I could throw the dice, he leaned forward and said with a deep, low voice.

“Just remember baby girl, all’s fair in love and war” he then proceeded to maliciously wink at me. And he knew the effect that had on me, the fucker was going to play dirty! Well, bring it on then!

“Oh you’re so gonna regret that Reigns!” He just lightly chuckled at me as a response.

I threw the dice on the coffee table and looked at the results.

“Kiss, Lips. Ok that’s a soft start” I said as I made my way closer to him. I kneeled on the couch, in front of him, set the timer for 60 seconds and pressed play to start the countdown. I threw my arms around his neck and gave light pecks on his lips to tease him, when his arms locked around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest I deepened the kiss, he opened his mouth so my tongue could pass through, which it happily did. He groaned into the kiss and tried to move me closer so I could straddle his hips...buzz buzz.

The timer went off and I reluctantly pulled away, returning to my previous place on the couch. When I looked at Roman he had a famished look on his face.

“Your turn Reigns”

He took the dice and toss it on the table without breaking our gaze. Once the dice fell into the table he took a peek at it and smiled amused with what he got.

“Bite, Neck. Oh baby girl, this is going to be interesting..”

*Fuck! You have got to be kidding me! As if I wasn’t sexually frustrated enough!* I thought. If there was one thing that could turn me on in mere seconds was anything neck related. Specially if Roman was the one doing it!

“Come here baby” He patted his lap

I straddle his hips, sitting on his hardening bulge. He pulled my hair to the opposite side of my neck and hold it there to keep it in place.

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start and he leaned forward towards my neck. He started by lightly biting at the base of my neck and made his way torturously slow up. Once I felt his beard scratch my neck I couldn’t help but moan softly. I could feel him smile against my skin, then his biting became slightly rougher, his beard scratching harder, and successfully wetting my panties. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore of that teasing the timer went off and he lightly pushed me out of his (now very hard) bulge.

“Are you ok baby girl? You look a little flushed over there” He chuckled

“Shut up Reigns! Two can play that game, you know that right?” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh feisty” He mocked me “Give me your best shot kitten!”

I rolled the dice.

“Uh! It looks like I’m in luck.” The dice stopped at ‘Thigh’ and a ‘question mark’.

“Let’s see what you’ve got baby” He lazily smiled

I made my way to his thigh and thought of how I could give myself some temporary relief, when an idea crossed my mind.

I sat down on his thigh, in a riding position, and pressed start on the timer. I begin to ride his thigh first at a slow pace that firmly started to increase it. The friction between his thick jean clad thigh and the thin material of my shorts and lace panties created was perfect.

I looked into his eyes and could see how he was trying to hold himself from griping my hips. I could see his jaw was clenched and he was harder than ever as his erection pressed agonizingly against the zipper of his pants. My breathing became shallowed and I managed to get at least some relief before the timer went off.

I returned to my original place on the couch looked into his eyes and asked

“Want some mercy Reigns?” I cackled

He just stared at me before saying in a frustrated voice

“You know that was a low play you just did, right?”

“What? You were the one who started this with the neck teasing. I just went with the flow, you said yourself all’s fair in love and war, I’m just following your lead.”

He tossed the dice quite furiously at the table, once he saw the outcome he couldn’t help but evilly grin at me.

“Lick, question mark. What word do you think I should put on that question mark, huh baby girl?”

“Roman, don’t you dare!”

He crawled towards me like a predator to it’s prey.

“Pull your shorts down baby” He whispered

“Roman, you’re playing dirty right now”

He reached me and whispered in a low voice.

“Take off your shorts now or I’ll have no problem in ripping them off ya.”

I lowered my shorts to my ankles, Roman then took it on his hand and toss it behind his shoulder. He grabbed my thighs and opened them so he could place himself between it, once he did, he pulled my soaked panties to the side looked up to meet my gaze before saying

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start on the timer at the same time he buried his face between my thighs.

He licked non stop from my entrance to my clit, once he was satisfied with that he begin a sweet torture of licking, sucking and biting my clit, until he had me a moaning mess.

Just when I was close to my release, the timer went off.

Roman groans in frustration and reluctantly get up. He goes back to his place looks at me and say

“Mercy?”

“You wish Reigns” I rolled the dice, and saw a quite fun combination

“Touch, question mark... Oh isn’t revenge a bitch, Reigns?” I laughed

“You know that if you touch my dick I’m gonna cum in less than 60 seconds, right?”

“Well, you can hold it”

“Oh no baby I cannot! I’m so rock hard ever since you rode my thigh, and as if I wasn’t turned on already, eating you out made it even worst! I’m about to explode at any minute now! So just know that, if you touch my dick, the way you always do, I’m 100% gonna cum.”

I reached him and once again straddle his thigh, I leaned to his ear and whispered

“Start the timer big dog”

“You really gonna do this, huh?” He asked breathless

“I’ll take a lucky shot babe”

He pressed start on the timer. I pulled his zipper down and opened the button of his jeans, I reached my hand inside his boxers grabbed his delicious hard on and pulled free.

The head of his cock had a thick bead of precum and I used as lube to slowly stroke his dick. I needed him to be more slippery to stroke as I wanted to, so without thinking twice I let go of his boner and with that hand I touched my pussy to collect some of my own wetness, so I could stoke him the way he like it. Once he saw what I just did Roman groaned loud.

I removed my hand from my panties, and grabbed his cock again stroking at a slow pace but with a tight grip. The mixture of both of our wetness made it perfectly lubed up to give him a pleasurable handjob.

The timer went off and I was about to remove my hand when he barked at me

“Don’t you fucking dare to remove your hand!”

“But the time is up” I batted my lashes innocently

“I don’t give a fuck about the timer or this stupid game! I call for mercy”

My eyes widened in shock, Roman was always so incredibly competitive, he hated to lose, even at the most stupid things. So him just giving up was a sign that the man was crazily turned on.

“Really?”

“Really kitten! I don’t give a fuck if this means that you’re wining, the only thing that I want right now, is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock”

I was already so turned on from those 3 weeks build up, that I just got up from the couch to remove my panties, straddle his hips and positioned his cock at my entrance.

Roman pushed himself in quite forcefully and gave me no time to adjust to him.

He pounded merciless against me and we both filled the living room with loud raw moans.

I placed my arms around his neck and he locked my waist with his arms in a ferocious grip as we roughly kissed.

Our pleasure was so strong that I came with an almost scream and him with an inhuman growl.

As we tried to catch our breaths, he stroked from my ass cheeks to my thighs and I nuzzled against his neck, before looking up and say

“Isn’t my game way more fun than yours?”

“No doubt baby girl! I could never disagree on that!” He chuckled

“Does that mean that I can stop to dispute you with your cousins and that damn video game every time you come home?” I made a poorly job at hiding how hurt I was, so of course he noticed

“Oh kitten, I’m sorry! It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to dispute me with anything or anyone. I was so caught up on the simple pleasure of having some time off that I didn’t realize I was neglecting you baby. I love you, and you’re the most important thing in my life! I’m sorry to make you feel that way baby girl, I promise you that from now one you’ll never see me playing games when I’m home ok?”

“I don’t want you to stop playing your video games, I know how much you like it, it’s just...I don’t wanna feel like you’re eagerly coming home just to play video games all day long.. I wanted you to eagerly come home so we could be together, than after that to play your video game.”

“And that’s exactly how I feel baby! I just did a very poor job at showing to you, but”

He got up from the couch, with me still attached to his hip.

“Don’t you worry kitten, I’m about to show you just how much you mean to me”

He then made his way upstairs to our bedroom, tossed me onto the bed and said.

“Spread your legs baby girl” As he leaned his head down...

Oh boy, I could’ve never been happier to bet all my cards on those dice.

#roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe one shot #masochist writes

[lordkambe]

♠  character, fandom, type of reader: mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, woman reader.

♠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

♠   themes, triggers: sugar daddy mori ?, overstimulation, semi public sex, oral ( m receiving ), light degradation, light humiliation, face slapping, 🐱 slapping

♠   author’s note:  this was in the drafts... for a while. but i finally got it out and 💢⭕💢⭕💢 so um ... n e way ... enjoy~

Spoiled. That’s what you were. This afternoon trip with Mori was proof of it. He was in his casual attire but you begged him to leave the lab coat at home. Instead he wore the sport coat you had bought for him for his birthday a year prior. You sat in the passenger seat of the car Mori’s hand reached over to hold your hand as the other kept the steering wheel steady. The backseat was littered with numerous bags from high end designers and boutiques. Each bag was filled with goodies you had asked Mori to gift you with. Mori could never say no to your wishes especially when you batted your lashes and pouted your lips.

Although Mori had taken the afternoon off from work to spend time with you, you had assumed that your day of shopping was complete. It wasn’t until he pulled up to a boutique that you thought different. You had never seen this storefront before. It was an all black building with a golden calligraphy sign. The windows were tinted black and you were unable to see what was inside. Turning your head to Mori you asked, “honey what is this place?”

“You’ll see.” He responded while exiting the car. As always Mori came to the passenger door and opened it for you. He took your hand and assisted you out the door. He held your hand as he escorted you to the cryptic building. You were nervous but you had your suspicions about the building. When Mori opened the door for you your suspicions were proven to be true. It was a lingerie boutique that had also carried a wide variety of sex toys. Expecting gag gifts you’d find at a bachelorette party -- you were greeted with something are more different. The high-end boutique carried intricate bondage sets, expensive vibrators, and beautiful sets of lingerie.

As you were busy browsing what unique gifts the boutique offered Mori had his hands busy with picking out sets for you to try on. He asked for an attendant, “your luxury room” was all Mori said to them. The two of you then followed the attendant to the back of the boutique where the fitting rooms lined up. As you did you past a shelf stacked with dildos. Mori looked at you and quipped, “maybe I should get you one for when you miss me.”

“Mori!” You pinched his arm embarrassed at his lewd remark. The attendant opened the door for you two and you followed Mori inside. The room was fairly large and you assumed that’s what luxury meant. The dimly lit room had multiple mirrors, grand curtains, and a large tufted circle couch sat in middle of the room. Mori had placed the lingerie sets on the couch before sitting down himself. He looked up at you and asked you to come near. You stood between Mori’s legs and your hands came up to pick at the strands of his hair. His hands were on your hips.

“You want me to try them on for you?” You asked Mori with a bit of a smile lingering on your lips. He had spoiled you the entire day. Whatever you asked for he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He brought you here with the intention for you to treat him and you couldn’t possibly bring yourself refute his wish. Mori nodded his head in response.

“If you could be so kind, Y/N. I would love to see you try on what I picked out for you.” Mori handed you one out of the numerous sets he had picked out. The first set he had given you was a slate blue teddy piece. The lace lingerie had a crisscross back and you warned Mori it might take you a second to put on the piece properly. Mori pulled out his phone from the pocket of his coat, it was a work text, “Take your time.” He said.

You escaped behind one of the curtains and placed the set on a hook on the wall. You undressed and tried on the teddy set. Never a fan of a teddy set you didn’t protest but you would much rather try on the two-piece sets that Mori had also grabbed. The set slipped onto your figure with ease --- except for the crisscross back that had always given you trouble. Pulling your hair through the straps you wiggled your arms and felt accomplished. Loud enough for Mori to hear you spoke, “Mori, honey. I’m ready.”

"Mhmn.” He said. You walked out with confidence but noticed that Mori was still occupied with his phone. “You look great.” Mori said. But he always said that. He raised his index finger at you, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I have to take this.” You scoffed loudly and made your distaste with Mori obvious. He gave you a remorseful look but you were far too annoyed to give into it. You walked over to Mori’s side and took another set to try on.

Instead of a teddy suit it was a two piece; a triangle bra with a thong. Instead of lace it was mesh with a floral applique. Upon trying it on the set left little to the imagination. The cool breeze from the boutique’s ac had caused your nipples to harden. The buds peaked through the mesh and you knew the sight would drive Mori insane. That is... if he would pay attention to you. In your baby pink set you walked out from the curtain. Instead of showing Mori your set, you stood in front of a mirror and observed it yourself. The color looked beautiful on your skin and the floral applique gave you such a feminine aura. You took your hands and ran them up your sides before giving yourself a hug. You leaned forward towards the mirror and pushed your breasts up with a bit of a giggle. You felt beautiful, you loved the set.

“I’m going to have to call you back.” You heard Mori say. You had deliberately  chosen a mirror where you could see Mori sitting behind you. When you first walked out he was far too concerned with his phone call to pay any attention to you. But then he noticed how you looked at yourself in the mirror. How your hands touched yourself, how you smiled --- not only did you feel beautiful. You looked beautiful.

Mori stood up from his seat and approached behind you. He put his chin his chin on your shoulder and looked at your reflection in the mirror.

"Have I gotten your attention?"

Mori kissed your cheek, "I'm sorry my love." He ended his sentence with another kiss. "Work is work, if this is the one shall we head on home?" Mori walked back to the tufted couch and took a seat. The apparent outline of his hard-on was difficult to ignore. You walked towards Mori and knelt in front of him.

"...Bad girl." He said with a huff of his breath.

"How can you walk out of here with this?"

You playfully asked while placing your palm on his clothed cock. You unbuckled his pants and Mori lifted his hips to slip of his clothing. You greeted the tip of his cock with a kiss and your hand held his shaft. You began to gently stroke his length. You then invited Mori’s length into your mouth still leaving enough room for you to stroke him with your hand. You felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch in your mouth. It only encouraged you to hollow your cheeks.

“Look at me.” Mori demanded, grabbing a fistful of your hair while doing so.

The waterline of your eyes was red and filled with tears that had yet to fall. You looked up at him while taking his cock deeper in your mouth. The sensation of his tip touching the back of your tongue caused the tears in your eyes to fall down your cheeks. Mori was quick to wipe them away.

“Your lips always look so beautiful around my cock, Y/N.”

As you began to bop your head up and down Mori began to moan. They were soft enough to be confided for only you to hear. Despite how soft they were you were encouraged to move your head faster. Your throat burned but your eagerness to make him cum outweighed the pain. With a fistful of your hair in his hand, Mori moved your head up and down your cock. HIs own hips thrusted at the same pace and your hands gripped his thighs.

His dick was twitching in your mouth and his legs began to tremble. His moans were shaking as he was trying to suppress them. “F-fuck, Y/N --- I...” He didn’t need to finish his sentence you knew he was about to cum. And when he did you swallowed each drop of his cum making sure he didn’t leave a mess behind. With the edge of your finger you wiped the salvia from your bottom lip before placing that same finger in your mouth to suck it clean. Mori watched your movements and his lust filled eyes were proof that he wasn’t completely satisfied.

Once Mori gathered himself together he stood and gathered the sets he you had yet to try on. “If we stay any longer, I’ll have to throw you over this couch and have my way with you.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

Mori laced the space between the two of you. He kissed you fervently and in your mouth he moaned, “because you’ll have to be quiet if I fuck you here. I want to hear those moans clear as day. Meet me outside once you’re changed.” The lewd statement left his lips with ease and the eagerness inside of you began to grow. Before Mori left he ripped the tag from your lingerie set.

“After that, you’ve probably soiled them. Should I let the attendant know?” He teased.

Mori left the fitting room to pay for the sets he had picked out for you meanwhile you changed back into your clothing. Before you left you gave yourself a look in the mirror. Your makeup had smudged completely and your hair was out of place. After adjusting your appearance you rejoined Mori out by the register. The attendant handed him a bag that looked larger than what could hold a few pairs of lingerie sets. Not thinking too much into it, you rejoined Mori and the two of you headed home.

The journey home was quiet and fast. Shocked that an officer hadn’t stopped Mori for speeding the two of you found yourself at home once again. Mori had walked out of the car far more calmer than you had expected for him too. He took each of the bags and headed inside calmly as if he hadn’t promised you the reward you craved.

You entered inside your shared home and set your things down. Mori was looking inside the black bag from the boutique.

“Take yourself to the bedroom and undress.” Was all Mori said and you followed his instructions without question.

With all your clothes removed, you kept the baby pink set on and sat on the edge of the bed with your legs closed tightly together. Mori had entered the room holding something behind his back.

“You were such a bad girl today Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to speak but he stopped you.

“After all I did? I spoiled you rotten and you acted like such a whore in the boutique. You nearly embarrassed me with your lewd actions.”

Mori revealed what was behind his back. It was one of those bullet vibrators that were controlled by a remote. He must’ve picked it up while you were changing.

“Come here.” He said.

You stood and walked towards him. Mori placed the bullet vibrator in your mouth and demanded for you to suck on the object. As you did he asked,

“do you know what this is? It’s something to teach you a lesson.”

He removed the vibrator from your mouth and knelt down in front of you. He slide down your panties just enough for him to place the vibrator inside of you. The full feeling of it made you gasp.

“You’re so wet.” Mori noted. “It went in without any trouble.” As he stood on his feet he placed your panties back on. He kissed your forehead and as he did you didn’t notice his hand was already on the remote. He clicked the button once and a vibration started to flourish inside your pussy. With weak legs you leaned in forward to press your body against Mori’s.

“That’s the lowest speed.”

That was the lowest?

Mori clicked the remote again. The vibration sped up only the slightest but even then the pulsating sensation was so euphoric. You gripped the fabric of Mori’s shirt and clenched your jaw. Your moans were held in your throat.

“Let out your voice. Let me hear you.” Mori only watched as you were crumbling underneath him. He clicked the button again, “this is the second to highest speed.” He noted.

Your body was sinking and you fell to your knees. The moans that began leaving your lips were involuntary. The vibrations were so concentrated on your clit that the stimulation was intense. On the floor you laid back and opened your legs. The sound of the vibrations mixed with the wetness of your pussy drove Mori insane. You could see the outline of his cock throbbing under his pants. You wanted to come up and stimulate him --- level the playing field but each time you tried to get up Mori messed with the dial on the remote.

Sometimes he sped it up other times he slowed it down. He had yet to use the highest vibration but it didn’t matter. You were so close that you began to shake and twitch. Mori lowered down to your eye level.

“Does it feel good?” He asked. You were to busy moaning and gasping for air that you couldn’t answer. “Are you gonna cum? Just from this, hm?” You were shaking your head yes. You opened your legs wider and your eyes rolled back. You were so desperate for your release. Mori began to fidget with the remote causing the vibrations to move in unreliable patterns.

“Concentrate.” He told you. “Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Are you gonna come for your master?” Again you can’t bring yourself to speak. Mori placed a slap across your cheek. “How many times do I have to tell you, slut? Use your words.”

With a soft moan you finally spoke, “yes master! Yes! I’m going to cum!” Your confession was rewarded with Mori finally placing the vibrator on the highest speed. The sensation was blinding and you arched your back into it. The sound of your pussy grew wetter and wetter. Mori enjoyed every bit of your body convulsing underneath his command.

You reached your peak. Pure ecstasy consumed you entirely. The orgasm you experienced had caused you to squirt. Your liquid had stained your new set and drenched your thighs. With a single hand Mori removed your panties he admired the sight of your swollen, wet pussy before removing the toy from inside of you. You squealed at the sudden emptiness.

Mori slapped your pussy. “My, my. I didn’t know it was possible for you to get this wet. You have such a lewd, perverted body.” He slapped your pussy again harder, hard enough for your wetness to slosh at the touch. You brought your knees up and moaned innocently at the vulgar act. With his hand still on your pussy Mori looked at you,

“can you handle more?”

You looked at him and that could’ve been an answer enough. You were exhausted but you still craved the sensation of his cock inside you. Without any hesitation you pleaded.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Mori said. He carried you onto the bed in order for your evening of pleasure to continue.

#bsd x reader #bsd smut #mori ogai x reader #mori ogai x y/n #bsd x y/n #bsd mori #tm. #nsfw. #bsd. #mo.

[vannahfanfics]

Adored by the Sun

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Characters: Hitoka Yachi, Shouyou Hinata

Hitoka’s eyes were lidded as she wiggled her toes around the spongy toe-separator, orange-cream polish glossing her toes glinting in the sunset light streaming in through her window. The ceiling fan rotated above her head with a steady whirr, pushing down drafts of cool air that slowly hardened the enamel-like polish adorning her toenails. Hitoka wasn’t paying much attention to them drying however, as she had her phone cradled between her ear and shoulder, jabbering to Kiyoko, while she applied the same creamy-orange hue of nail polish to her hands. 

“You don’t think it’s too late-notice?” she pouted while glossing her pinky nail, moving with slow and deliberate strokes; even so, a few fibers of the small brush veered off onto pale skin. She frowned and grabbed a nearby paper towel to dab at it, and a thick smudge of orange-cream joined the remnants of her other mistakes. Careful so as to not disturb the paint drying on her nails, Hitoka switched the phone to her other shoulder so she could move on to her other hand. “I mean, it’s a little rude to ask him to be my date the night before the wedding, isn’t it?” 

Hitoka was the Maid of Honor in Kiyoko and Ryūnosuke’s impending wedding, as they’d opted for a modern white wedding as opposed to a traditional shrine ceremony. For almost the entirety of last year, Hitoka had been active in the planning process with her best friend, managing things like the bridal shower and the bachelorette party. Finally, it was the eve of the grand event, and Hitoka was more than excited to finally see her best friend recite her vows to the love of her life. However, the fact that she was painfully single had finally come to Hitoka in the calm before the storm, and she was now wrestling with the morality of asking someone to be her plus one at the very last minute. 

“Hitoka, he’s coming to the wedding anyway,” Kiyoko’s tinkling laughter sounded in her ear, making Hitoka purse her lips dourly. 

“Yeah, but…” she sighed, lifting up her hand to inspect her fingernails and ensure there weren’t any errant streaks still staining dainty fingers. “It’ll still be like throwing him a curveball.” 

“It’s Shouyou,” Kiyoko chortled. “I’m sure he won’t mind. In fact, he’ll probably be excited. He doesn’t have a date yet either,” she said, stealing the question right off of Hitoka’s tongue, “and he adores you, you know.” The comment made heat rise to Hitoka’s cheeks. She flopped back onto the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly under her weight. The air breezing down from the ceiling fan did little to cool the bright pink blush blazing on her face. “Oh? Did I strike a nerve?” Kiyoko teased, sounding way too smug about it. 

“You’re not my friend anymore,” Hitoka sulked. She wanted to slam her hand down on the comforter, but she was afraid that would cause her nail polish to smear. 

“Well, you still have to come to my wedding,” Kiyoko hummed. “Seriously though, Hitoka— ask him. I’d hate for you to be unhappy at the ceremony, and besides, what girl doesn’t want a professional volleyball player to dote on them for a whole night?” 

“What? Am I not good enough?” Hitoka heard Ryūnosuke’s wheedling voice pipe up in the background. Kiyoko laughed at her fiance’s antics, and even Hitoka — who was currently a ball of anxiety — had to smile at the distinct sound of Kiyoko’s soon-to-be husband planting a wet, messy, loving kiss on her cheek.

“So Hitoka, you’re thinking about asking Shouyou to be your plus one?” the man asked, sounding a little far away thanks to Kiyoko switching the phone to speaker mode. Hitoka chuckled at Ryūnosuike just completely barging in on their conversation, but she’d become quite used to it through her years of friendship with Kiyoko, and he was just so friendly that it was more endearing than anything. 

“Mhm. What do you think about it, Ryū?” 

“I don’t see the problem. He’s invited as one of my groomsmen anyway. It’ll probably keep him from actin’ up while he’s there,” he answered, and she could just imagine him plopping his chin in his hand as he lounged on the bed next to Kiyoko. “He doesn’t sweat stuff like that, yanno, so I wouldn’t worry about comin’ off as rude or anything either. The man’s got volleyballs for brain cells!” 

“Yeah, that’s true,” Hitoka laughed. “Thanks, you both. I feel much better now. I’m going to give Shouyou a call, so I’ll see you two tomorrow!” The two chorused farewells as she took the phone and hung it up. She prodded her nails to make sure they were dry, and finding them satisfactory, she adjusted herself so she was reclined on her bed pillows before pulling up Shouyou’s contact information. He’d flown in a few days ago, so she didn’t have to worry about time zones or jet lag, thankfully. The phone rang a few times before he picked up with a cheerful, “Yacchan!”

“Hey, Shouyou,” she said, unable to suppress the soft smile that spread over her lips at the sound of his excitement. “How are you? Have you recovered from the jet lag?” 

“Yep! I didn’t sleep well the first night, but I’m normalizing, little by little. What’s up, Yacchan? D’you need my help for the wedding or something?” 

“You could say that,” Hitoka answered, nervously chewing on the inside of her cheek. She hesitated a second before meekly asking, “I was wondering if you would want to be my plus one to the wedding.” 

“Plus one?” he repeated, confusion evident in his voice. “We’re both actually invited to the wedding though, aren’t we?” 

“Yeah, but… I guess I’m feeling a little sad without an official date,” she explained, cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. “The rest of Kiyoko’s friends all have boyfriends, and… I’m just feeling a little left out, I guess? I don’t want to be third-wheeling during Kiyoko’s reception, and I’m sure all the guys will be hanging out with their plus ones…” Shouyou listened patiently as she anxiously babbled about her feelings, and Hitoka found his silence comforting. I was so worried he would think it was silly, she thought, sagging into the bed with relief. “A-anyway, you don’t have to if you don’t—” 

“No. I’ll do it.” 

The raw conviction in his tone made a hot flush bloom across her whole body. She nervously fisted the sheets, smiling bashfully as she said, “Really? You don’t mind?” 

“Not at all. I don’t want you to feel left out, Yacchan. You worked really hard on putting this wedding together for her, so you deserve to enjoy it, too!” Hitoka snuggled into the pillows, warmed by his consideration for her. 

“Thanks, Shouyou. I really appreciate it.” 

They chatted for another hour or so before Hitoka bid him goodnight; she had to be up early to prepare with the bridal party— where her most important job would be fielding Ryūnosuke in his attempts to sneak a peek of Kiyoko in her dress— and she’d hate to make an exhausting day even more exhausting by staying up late. As she snuggled into bed, her nightgown soft and silky against her skin, she found her heart thumping in anticipation. 

“Did I strike a nerve?” Kiyoko’s teasing comment echoed in her head, making her grab onto the sheets nervously. Hitoka was happy that Shouyou was so willing to be her date, but was it a mistake on her part? After all, there was the matter of an unresolved crush that might… complicate things. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she squirmed in the bed, wrestling with herself. She’d thought her feelings for him had faded since they’d gone their separate ways, but it seemed that this situation had drudged them back up from the depths. 

I’ve already asked him though, she told herself with a wan sigh. I’ve made my bed, so now I have to lie in it. I’m sure it won’t be too bad. I just have to act natural. It was certainly easier said than done, and that realization made Hitoka flop onto her other side with a groan. Surely her wee crush wouldn’t make things get too out of hand… right? 

~~~~~~~~~~

Needless to say, Hitoka did not sleep well. 

Hitoka groaned as she dabbed foundation under her eyes, trying desperately to hide the dark gray bags adorning the undersides. Even with the thick cream, her eyes noticeably sagged with exhaustion. I hope the photographer can edit that out, she thought with another small groan. She’d have to suffer through it the rest of the day, but at least maybe the photos chronicling the occasion would flatter her more. Giving up on trying to save face, Hitoka just blended it in with the rest of her foundation and started on plumping her eyelashes. Kiyoko sat beside her, the hairdresser piling her thick black hair atop her head in an extravagant up-do.

“So, did Shouyou agree to be your plus one?” Kiyoko asked, dabbing lip gloss onto her lips to make her lipstick shine all the more. Carefully crimping her eyelashes, Hitoka waited a second before grunting in response, “Yeah.” 

“I thought he might,” Kiyoko hummed in amusement. Hitoka set down the silver tool and looked at her with furrowed brows. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It’s just like I told you,” she replied, looking at Hitoka out of the corners of her eyes since she couldn’t turn her head. “He adores you.” The way she stressed the word brought a heat to her cheeks— reminding her to apply blush. She picked up the brush and her compact to spin the thin fibers around in the pink powder, then began sweeping it across her cheeks. 

What does she mean by that? She wondered, discomfited by the cryptic answer. She and Shouyou had always been close, for sure, but she couldn’t help but think that Kiyoko meant something a little different. No matter how much she agonized over it, though, she just couldn’t figure it out. After finishing her make-up, she rose from the vanity with a small sigh— then tensed when she heard rapid footsteps storming down the hall. 

She barely managed to barricade the door before Ryūnosuke slammed into it, bleating his fiancé’s name in delight. 

“Ryū!” Hitoka whined, bracing her entire body against the door as the groom wormed his arm in and tried batting at her head. “I told you! You can’t see Kiyoko in her dress; it’s bad luck!” 

“I don’t care! I wanna give her a kiss!” he pout distinctly audible in his unnecessarily loud voice. Hitoka groaned as she pushed against the door with all her might, barely able to restrain the manic man. Kiyoko remained at her vanity, smiling through the reflection at the scene unfolding behind her. A few of the other bridesmaids, however, hopped up to help, and Ryūnosuke squealed as his arm was crushed between the door and the frame. “Oi! Oi! I relent! Give me my arm back!” 

Hitoka gave him just enough space to slip his arm back before slamming the door, flipping both locks for good measure. She melted against the door, panting hard from exertion, and was grateful that she hadn’t done her hair yet, for it now stuck to her scalp from sweat. She heard Ryūnosuke stomping away and grumbling at his defeat, followed by Yu storming in to scold him. She winced at the distinct sound of him cracking the renegade groom over the head with the flat of his palm. 

Hitoka could physically feel the bags under her eyes growing larger. This is gonna be a long day, she realized with a soft whimper, turning on her heel to trudge back to the vanity. Now she just had to somehow accumulate enough energy to curl her hair. 

With all the willpower she could muster and an energy drink, Hitoka managed to finish her hair and make-up and helped Kiyoko into her dress. She spent the better part of the afternoon running about with the wedding planner, making sure that everything was in its place, and then taking photographs with the rest of the bridal party. Finally, they were nearing the main event. Ryūnosuke was already at the altar with the parishioner, while Hitoka was arranging the rest of the wedding party. They’d made some last-minute adjustments so Hitoka could walk with Shouyou, since he was her official date. 

Hitoka crouched on the ground, bunching up the ends of Kiyoko’s flowing train in her hands, when a shadow fell over her. She looked up to see Shouyou towering over her, his hands on his hips and a bright smile on his face. 

“Ah, hey!” she cried as she stood up, lifting Kiyoko’s train as she did. She hadn’t had much time to talk with Shouyou since she’d been running around hither and thither. “Wow, look at you!” she breathed as she looked him up and down. Though they’d kept up communication through video calls, and she’d seen his match against Tobio, he’d seemed to have grown taller and broader since then, sporting a golden tan thanks to his time in Brazil. “South America suits you well,” she appraised, a small blush growing on her cheeks. There was no denying that Shouyou had grown devastatingly handsome. 

“Thanks, Yacchan!” he grinned, unknowingly making her relax a little bit. Though he’d grown into quite the specimen of a man, he was still the adorable Shouyou she loved. Since Hitoka was holding the train, Shouyou shuffled up to give her a side-hug, squishing his cheek against her temple, careful not to disturb her ornately-done curls. “You look gorgeous— and so do you, Kiyoko!” he exclaimed with a look to the blushing bride. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you two.”

“Thank you, Shouyou,” Kiyoko smiled serenely. “And thank you for coming through for Hitoka.” 

“But of course!” he preened, pushing his fists into his hips as he leaned back a little. “I couldn’t leave Yacchan hanging! If it’s a date she wants, it’s a date she gets!” He seemed so excited about it that it made the last of Hitoka’s guilt wash away— but it didn’t alleviate the nervousness swirling around the bottom of her belly. Seeing Shouyou like this, his tuxedo stretching over his well-defined muscles and bright orange hair swirling over his tanned, happy face— it sent her heart thumping against her ribcage. She wrung her hands into the lace of Kiyoko’s train, trying to discreetly channel her nervous energy. 

It’s going to be a long day, she reminded herself again as the music began to play and the wedding planner began to usher them one-by-one down the aisle. 

Since Hitoka was the Maid of Honor and had to walk Kiyoko’s train down the aisle, Shouyou walked behind her. As they split apart to walk to either side of the altar, he reached out to brush his fingertips over hers, throwing her a wink when she looked at him in shock. She was sure her cheeks were permanently stained pink throughout the ceremony, unable to concentrate on her best friend reciting her vows because she was too busy sneaking glances at Shouyou. And he snuck glances at her too, smirking seditiously as he raked his eyes up and down her form to appreciate the way her bridesmaid dress hugged her curves. It made her squirm in her own skin, but not in an unpleasant way— anticipation tingled up and down her spine as she counted down the seconds to the reception. 

She had to know why he was looking at her like that. 

Hitoka’s nerves buzzed throughout the post-ceremony photograph session. Then, it was off to speeches. Hitoka barely managed to keep her voice from shaking as she personally congratulated Kiyoko and talked about their time in high school, unable to shake the way her nerves raced up and down her spine. Thankfully, Yu was able to distract her from her anxiety with his hilarious speech that had poor Ryūnosuke sinking down into his seat with mortification. Then, it was the couple’s first dance. She was absolutely certain that she would sweat right out of her make-up, especially because she could feel Shouyou’s eyes boring into her the entire time— orange flames, flickering low with heat, slowly searing through her skin. 

After about two-thirds of the song, it was customary for other couples to join in. Hitoka was busy watching Kiyoko and Ryūnosuke glide across the floor, joyful smiles illuminating their faces as they whispered to each other, totally and utterly in love. She didn’t even notice Shouyou sneak up on her until he tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled in her chair with a gasp to find him holding out a hand, eyebrow raised expectantly. A blush crept up from her neck, inching up her face until it had dyed the skin up to the roots of her hair bright pink. Still, she reached out to take his hand, hoping that he couldn’t feel the way her fingers trembled. 

Shouyou guided her out to the dance floor, then seamlessly placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close. Hitoka’s hands shook slightly as she placed her own on his broad shoulders. The aura of confidence he exuded surprised her; just years ago, he probably would have been a nervous wreck dancing with a girl, but here he was, completely unfazed. His eyes shone brightly as he stared down at her, guiding her through the motions with gentle nudges. 

One of his hands came off her hips to play with the curls bouncing gently around her face. 

“You look gorgeous,” he told her again, his voice soft and full of feeling. Hitoka swallowed thickly, unable to help the way she shivered at the low timbre of his voice. Though her mind was beginning to grow cottony and fuzzy, she managed to keep some semblance of her wits about her. 

“Y-you clean up well yourself,” she commented, smoothing down the creases in the shoulder of his tuxedo, which she’d caused by accidentally clenching her hands a little. “You look very handsome.” He smiled down at her, spinning her around the dance floor. Her dress swished around her legs, soft and silken. He leaned his face a little closer, head tilted, and Hitoka sucked in a small breath at the fire in his eyes. 

She felt it rising up inside her, the feelings she’d suppressed after he’d gone away. The love she’d nursed in silence. Villager B had never been able to tell the protagonist how she felt; she just withered in his shadow, a rose unable to survive the harsh brilliance of the sun, scorched into nothingness. She saw that same sun before her now, shining with such intensity that it ignited a fire within her the likes of which she’d never felt. 

It was too bright, too bold, too much. She was afraid.

“I-I can’t!” she stammered, forcing out the breath as her chest grew tight. Shouyou’s expression became panicked when she practically ripped herself out of his arms, stumbling away from him. He reached out for her, a whisper of her name on his lips, and the pain in his voice just made her chest clench tighter. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Several people called her name as she stumbled out of the reception area, heels clicking frantically on the floor. She crashed into the wall, shaking the armoire with the guestbook filled with signatures and doodles. Air… I need air, she thought weakly. 

She pushed herself off from the wall, toddling unsteadily toward the door. Everything began to blur as watery tears flooded her eyes. What was she crying for? Everything was just too much, too many feelings surging up inside her at once— fear, hope, anxiety, guilt— and it was suffocating. Her hand was sweaty as it slapped against the glass of the door, smearing perspiration over the sleek surface as she slumped and fumbled with the handle. Finally, her clammy hands managed to hook around the brass and push it down, and she stumbled out into the golden-gray gloom of dusk. 

She immediately sank down into a crouch, sucking in a shaky breath as the tears leaked from her eyes. They dropped down onto the long, silky skirt of her dress, absorbing into the fabric to dye it darker in little circles. She hiccuped as she tried to suppress the sobs, but she just couldn’t. More than anything, she was humiliated. She’d run from Shouyou— kind, sweet, handsome Shouyou— because she was scared of the feelings running rampant inside of her. 

I love you! She thought, clenching her teeth in agony. I love you so much it hurts. Her chest ached as she sucked in ragged breaths, pain flaring out in ribbons from her breaking heart. But I’m just Villager B, and you’re so amazing… How can I ever compete? 

She should have known better, asking him to be her date to the wedding. What had she expected, really? She should have known that as soon as she clapped eyes on him she’d fall right back in love again, that painful, agonizing, deep love she’d tried so hard to bury. She could feel her make-up smudging as tears poured down her cheeks— thank goodness for waterproof mascara— and she knew she was going to look a hot mess when she got back in there— if she could even find the strength to go back in there, knowing that Shouyou was waiting. 

But Shouyou had never been the type to wait. 

“Hitoka.” Oh, he was using her first name— he was serious. She didn’t move, remaining crouched on the ground with her arms wrapped around her knees, as he slipped through the doors. His steps were cautious as he approached her— like someone approaching a scared rabbit, trying to ensure it didn’t spring away. Hitoka sure felt like it, her muscles tensing with the overwhelming desire to flee. But she didn’t, not even when Shouyou stopped right beside her. 

“Hitoka…” he said again, his voice so soft it made her heart flutter. She felt him ease himself down into a sitting position next to her, tucking his legs criss-cross with no regard for the dirt that would smudge the smooth black of his pants. He reached up to tenderly sweep her curls over her shoulder, showing the top edge of her ruddy cheek tucked down between her knees. “Hitoka? Talk to me, please?” 

He was asking her sweetly, so desperately, with so much care. It made her ashamed all over again, ashamed at the fact she’d fled— but she couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help but feel burned by the sun that was Shouyou. She whimpered as his thumb brushed over the top edge of her cheekbone, the gentle, featherlight touch lighting a fire beneath her skin that made it flare bright red. She buried her face further between her knees, her hair sticking up awkwardly where her head met the fabric of her dress. She’d definitely look like a hot mess. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Oh no! He sounded so guilty, broken. The sorrowful lilt in his voice made her move on instinct, jolting up to stare at his despondent expression with tearful eyes flooding anew. 

“No!” she insisted, making him jump a little in surprise. She blinked, realizing just how angry she sounded, and immediately unclenched her muscles forcefully, willing herself to calm down. “No,” she repeated, softer, and turned to look out to the street. They were in a historical district at an old shrine, a perfect venue for a wedding. There were no cars, as the streets were still made of dirt, so horse-drawn carriages trundled along around people walking on foot. After the reception, one of those carriages would be bearing the happy newlyweds to their honeymoon suite, and all the people with their significant others would go off to bask in the mood of love— but Villager B would be left to trudge home alone, as she always did. 

She didn’t want to go home alone. She wanted to feel the kiss of the sun on her skin, to snuggle into warmth instead of cold sheets, to link her fingers with someone else’s instead of clench her pillow as she tried not to cry from loneliness. She was pathetic, really, focusing on how lonely she was during her best friend’s wedding. Instead of being happy for Kiyoko, she’d slipped more and more into self-pity until she landed here, wallowing in front of the venue like the side character she was. 

“I’m… I’m a selfish person, Shouyou,” she whispered finally, squeezing her eyes shut. It didn’t bring her any solace to admit it; it just made her feel poisoned, tainted, full of blackness. 

“What? Selfish? Hitoka, you’re not selfish,” he said, because of course he would say that. He scooted a little closer to her, and she didn’t move when he slipped an arm around her waist. Because she selfishly craved his touch, the warmth bleeding in from his body. “Hitoka,” he said, and the insistence in his tone made her meet his gaze. “Why would you say that?” 

“Because! My best friend is in there having the best day of her life, and all I can think about is how lonely I am! Everyone gets to go home with somebody, but not Villager B!” She buried her face into her shoulder with a mournful sob. She knew that was an exaggeration— not everyone had dates— but her emotions were so heightened that it sure felt that way. “And I made the stupid mistake of asking you to be my date, Shouyou, even when… even when…” she trailed off, her throat constricting around the words. 

He slipped his hand under her cheek to pull up her face in a gentle motion. Despite herself, she still leaned into his touch, relishing the warmth of his palm and the calluses of his skin. His thumb stroked over her cheek, catching the salty tears that continuously leaked from her puffy, red eyes. She couldn’t even finish, only able to hiccup and sob miserably. 

But Shouyou adored her, and that meant he knew her better than anybody. 

“Hitoka, I said I would be your date because I wanted to be.” She cracked her eyes open, muttering a small sound of confusion. He scrunched up his face, scratching the side of his head with the hand that wasn’t cupping her face. “Wh-what I mean is… I… I really like you, you know? Not just as a friend, but like… romantically.” A pink blush dusted across his cheeks as he looked at her like a loss, not sure if he was getting his point across. But he was, and Hitoka’s heart jumped in her chest like she’d been brought back to life. 

“You do?” 

“Yeah,” he smiled warmly, cradling her face in both hands now. “I really do. I’ve been sitting on it a long time because… I wanted to become someone you could be proud of.” 

“Silly,” she laughed, a broken little laugh interrupted by another hiccupy sob, “I’ve always been proud of you. You know that.” 

“I guess I caused you a lot of unnecessary heartache, huh?” he smiled wanly and leaned forward to press his forehead to hers. His hands slid down her face to gently hold either side of her neck. “I’m sorry. Will you let me make up for it?” he asked, saccharine-sweet. How could she refuse when he was looking at her so adoringly, so full of love that it made her heart clench in her chest? 

“Okay,” she giggled. Her dismal mood had been replaced with a bubbly high, and going from one extreme to another made another wave of tears bubble up in her eyes. Shouyou leaned it to kiss them away, and she laughed at the tickling feeling of his soft, slightly chapped lips fluttering over her skin. He peppered kisses all over her cheeks until she was smiling so hard it hurt. He then pecked her nose, orange eyes burning into hers as he grinned, and then he pulled back to stare intently at her lips. 

“You really are gorgeous, you know?” he breathed. The awe in his voice left her no room to disagree; as he gazed reverently at her, she felt no less than a goddess before him. He slid his hands back up to her face again, cradling her delicately like she was the most precious thing on the earth. Then, after smiling impishly, he began to close the distance between them. Hitoka’s eyes fluttered closed, but nothing could prepare her for the feeling of his lips smoothing over her own, for the song that rose up inside her like angels of the choir heralding the heavens. 

Shouyou kissed her like he had something to prove, claiming her lips over and over in sweet, passionate kisses. Hitoka melted into him, bones turning to jelly as the feeling washed over her— all she could focus on was him, at his touch lighting a fire inside her, his bright sunlight spilling over into her and filling her to the brim. He tentatively traced the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip, pleading for entry, and Hitoka parted her lips. His tongue slipped in to tangle fervently with hers, stealing more of her breath with every loving stroke. 

When he finally pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their kiss-swollen lips, Hitoka chased him. Shouyou chuckled, putting his hands on his shoulders and granting her one more sweet peck before pulling away again. She whined needily, making him chuckle again. 

“As much as I’d like to sit here kissing you all day, we should probably get back in there before we’re missed,” he said, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the tears still clinging to her face. She scrunched up her nose as he scrubbed a little at her cheeks, lifting a little of the foundation in his effort. He brought his face close, close enough for their noses to bump, and his mischievously sparkling eyes stared into her own. “Besides… I get to go home with Villager B, don’t I?” 

Hitoka blinked a few times, trying to process the statement. She then sucked in a gasp as her face instantly turned as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her hand, sputtering as she basically short-circuited, and Shouyou tipped back his head in raucous laughter. “Ahh, come on, Yacchan! I was teasing… just a little~” 

A lot of things had changed between Hitoka and Shouyou… but they were good changes, she thought. At the heart of it, she was still Villager B doing her best, and he was still the sun, shining down on her with incredible warmth and loving glow. Now, though, she could bask in that sunlight all the time, whenever she wished… Because Shouyou adored her, and only her.

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