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keeksandgigz · 3 months

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somewhere we can be alone

stage manager!eddie munson x theatre kid!fem!reader

a collab with @reidsbtch- mariah is literally the best person to collab with, it's like our brains were making out the whole time we were writing this. thank u for letting me collab with you to write this absolutely not self indulgent, way too long fic together <3

summary: Now on the tail end of graduating, Eddie Munson is required to take part in an extracurricular activity. He's assigned as stage manager for the school's production of Romeo and Juliet. You, the star of the show, aren't too happy to have your senior performance sabotaged by one long- haired metalhead.

word count: 7.7k words

warnings: no y/n, no physical description of reader, swearing, oral (m & f receiving), enemies to fuck buddies to lovers, mentions of queer!reader, it's actually just fucking smut, fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up), cream pie, use of nicknames (baby, sweets, sweetheart etc), eddie being a stupid lovable idiot

This and all of mine and mariah's works are 18+ minors do NOT interact

He’s been slumped in the guidance counselor’s office for thirty minutes, the wooden chair digging into his bones, growing uncomfortable as he listens to her, hardly believing he’s so close to leaving this fucking school himself.

“You’re keeping up your grades and maintaining regular attendance, Eddie. You’re just missing one last thing to be able to graduate.”

He rubs his face, maybe from the lack of sleep, or the restlessness of finally being able to leave the office he spent way too much time in during the past six years, as long as he keeps showing up to school for the next two months. He groans regardless.

“What would this ‘last thing’ be? Am I gonna be sent on a quest to slay a fucking dragon? Is that what’s gonna take me to graduate?” He snaps, the lack of sleep has finally gotten to him– school doesn’t really appeal to his late bird nature.

The counselor gasps at the crudeness of the profanity “Language!” She exclaims, like he’s never heard that before, daring to swear in front of students, staff and faculty alike, but the blonde lady with the ridiculously coiffed and teased and sprayed hair composes herself again, jutting a look down to his student folder again.

He imagines it to be full of red pen marks, every single one of those a proof of his own failure. He’ll steal it the day he graduates– and set it on fire. Hell, he’ll even roast marshmallows on it.

“Anyways,” she explains in a way that really shows the massive stick up her ass that makes her think Eddie should just stop bothering with school altogether. “You have to partake in an extracurricular activity.”

And he chortles. He was thinking something dreadful like picking trash up at the park or feeding and bathing the old people at the retirement home.

“Something funny, Mr. Munson?” Her nostrils are flared, she can’t wait ‘til he leaves her office.

“So like- like drama club and shit?” His tone is incredulous, he can deal with a couple lines to memorize. He’s had to do way worse for his Dungeon Master role, and even then, Miss George likes him– she’s let him and the club play DnD in her room for the past two years. Should be easy.

The counselor takes her glasses off her pointy nose, letting them hang with a tacky pink, flowery chain around her neck. “Well, yes– that’s one of the options. Unfortunately, your GPA is not high enough for you to partake in the school play, per se, so I can only place you in the backstage crew– building sets and moving things around. We’ll put that brain of yours to work.” She chuckles as she hands him a slip of paper to give to Miss George.

Eddie picks up his bag, “Real funny, huh.” He shrugs his shoulders and heads to the school auditorium. Last time he was there he’d gotten caught by a custodian while Terry Richardson’s face was stuck in between his legs, trousers pulled down halfway down his thighs as she gave him a toothy blowjob. He got suspended for a week.

He sees Miss George sat in the audience, scribbling notes onto a notepad as you recite the famous balcony monologue from Romeo and Juliet. He knows you, he’s seen you around– you’re by no means in the popular crowd, but you stand out, in the way that your clothes always seem to border the fine line of what's socially acceptable and outrageously eccentric.

Even if you’re not part of the popular crowd, there’s no denying that, like the rest of the school, you avoid him like the plague, cute as he is. You interrupt your monologue as you see him smirk down the central aisle of chairs. Miss George turns around at the sudden interruption. Eddie just hands her the slip.

“Oh my goodness!” she coos, “We have a stage manager.” And he wishes he could have photographed the look on your face. “Stage manager?! Miss George, you can’t be serious!” You exclaim as Eddie takes a seat next to her, kicking his boots up on the back of the chair in front of him.

A smirk ever present on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. “He doesn’t have any experience.” You continue, not about to have your senior year performance ruined by Eddie Munson of all people. “Shouldn't be that hard to keep a diva like yourself in line, hmm?”

Eddie answers before Miss George has a chance to, the theater now going quiet except for a few snickers from the tech crew. “Alright, that’s enough from the both of you. Eddie, I’ll have our ASM get you up to speed. Now, please continue with the monologue.” The male only grins wider as you glare back, before looking back down at your script with a sigh.

He ventures backstage– not sure what ASM stands for and maybe too embarrassed to ask as he sees kids dressed in black moving wooden planks onto the stage, carrying cans of paints and brushes.

He taps a kid on his shoulder, arranging a prop table, he looks at Eddie like he’s seen a ghost.

“I was looking for the ASM?” The kid is looking side to side, still wondering why Eddie Munson is talking to him.

“Uhhh, she’s in the booth.” He mutters, before turning around and going back to his props. What the fuck is a booth?

Eddie just plainly decides to look for it himself, since nobody’s any fucking help in this school. He opens door after door- a storage closet, a closet just for wood, a bathroom. Arrived at the last door, he isn’t exactly sure he’s ever going to find this stupid ASM- and he still doesn’t know what that stands for.

The noise of a door opening startles you, as you try to put on your dress as quickly as you can to avoid flashing someone. It’s only when you see who it is that you start screaming, and with you, Eddie just pops a hand in front of his eyes, screaming a string of sorries, and that he hasn’t seen anything.

“I was just looking for the booth! Stop screaming!” he screeches, worried he’s gonna get himself in trouble with Miss George if she hears you screaming like you’re getting skinned alive. Thankfully, you stop, as Eddie looks away, aware of your exposed back peeking through the zipper. You clutch the fabric against you, struggling to zip up the back of your dress one-handed.

Eddie makes a whistling sound, distracting himself from the way you seem to be teetering between asking for his help and telling him to fuck off.

“The door to the booth is in the audience, by the way. Off to the side, there’s some stairs.” You huff, slightly getting your zipper up. He goes to turn around, but you stop him. He cocks an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, lips in a thin line as you keep the door open with one hand.

“Can you make yourself useful and help me with my zipper?”

With an annoyed huff he steps fully into the dressing room, shutting the door behind him as you turn your back towards him once more. Carefully clutching the dress, your eyes meeting his in the long row of vanity mirrors in front of you. You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he steps closer, carefully lifting your hair over your shoulder.

Eddie’s fingers follow the seam of the unzipped garment, barely tracing the bare skin of your back. You try to hold off the shiver from passing through you as he slowly begins zipping it up. A hint of a smirk on his mouth as he notices the goosebumps breaking out across your skin. “Anything else princess? Or am I free to go?”

His fingers now fall away from you, clearing your throat as you try to shake off the arousal that was now coursing through your veins. You wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing how frazzled he had just made you.

Instead of answering, you just groan, eyes lifted up, going past him and clocking him in the shoulder as you headed back on stage. God you were fucking insufferable.

Eddie finds out that ASM means Assistant Stage Manager and that said ASM was none other than Max Mayfield, roped into doing theatre tech for extra credit. And that the booth was where they tampered with the lights and shit. All he had to do as Stage Manager for that rehearsal was oversee the light cues, which proved to be a little more complicated than he initially expected.

He messes up most of the cues in the first act before he finally seems to have gotten a grasp of it. All the while you’re tossing glares his way, using the light cues as an excuse for the harsh looks. But really it’s due to your annoyance at how the mere brush of his fingertips left you wanting more. Wanting more of him, despite your better judgment– you were not about to have him ruin your senior show.

And in spite of that, you closely follow Eddie’s actions. In a lull between scenes he stands up, you follow him with your eyes as he enters back into the auditorium, beelining backstage.

Eddie’s not totally sure what shit designer built the theatre, because he might as well have pissed himself on the way between the booth and the only bathroom in the auditorium. Not only that, but he kept missing cue after cue, followed by the dirtiest looks known to man, straight into his eyes. After the encounter you had in the dressing room– fingers caressing the soft skin of your back, feeling you shiver under his touch, he knew he had some kind of leverage over you.

So when he’s done taking a leak and looks down at the door, he’s sure you’re behind it, slipping a little piece of paper in the crack.

Meet me in the booth after rehearsal. XX

Eddie wouldn’t say he was nervous, his curiosity was piqued more than anything. However, he’s antsy the last half of the show, leg bouncing as he tries to listen and follow Max’s instructions. The girl gives him an annoyed lecture in between cues. But his mind’s a little preoccupied, trying to figure out what exactly you want from him.

So when he re-enters the dark light booth once everyone else has left, he doesn’t expect you to shove him up against the door, locking it with a swift click. His breath hitches in his throat, both in confusion, and at the fact that you’re fumbling with his belt, despite the dirty looks you’ve been giving him the whole afternoon.

“What uh- what are you doing?” His tone is alarmed, stammering as he tries to grab onto the door handle for purchase. You’re too busy getting his jeans down to bother.

“Sucking you off. That okay?” You look at him for a reassurance that comes almost immediately with a violent nod of his head.

He’s confused, but he’s not going to turn you down. After all, he felt the way you tensed under his touch while he was pulling up your zipper, “Shit, fine by me.” He shrugs, acting like he isn’t busting at the seams waiting for you to pull down his pants.

Eddie’s belt makes a clinking sound, along with his wallet chain while you pull his pants down to his thighs. You move his trembling body away from the door, against the table with the light console. His knuckles turn white as he grabs the edges on the table for support.

Gripping the hem of his checkered boxers, freeing his hardened length. Your eyes widening slightly at the sight of it, he’s big— a lot bigger than you expected. Even in the dim lighting he notices your shocked expression.

“Ya gonna just stare at it all night sweetheart?” He asks, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he looks down at you. You shoot another glare his way, before grasping the base of his cock in your fist, licking a long stripe up the shaft. Feeling satisfied as you hear his shaky intake of breath. Eagerly you take him past your lips, as a low groan leaves his own.

“Shit,” he curses as your warm mouth envelops him fully, ringed fingers knotting themselves in your hair. You open your mouth as wide as you can, taking him deeper. Gagging slightly as he hits the back of your throat, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes as you try to adjust to his size. He’s by far the biggest one you’ve had.

“Talked such a big game with that mouth of yours sweetness, am I too much for you?” Your fingers dig into the skin of his thighs, his cock slipping from your lips as you pull back.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up Munson?” You huff, but before he can reply with another snarky remark your tongue is swirling around the tip of his cock. Silencing him for a moment as you take him back into your mouth.

Another string of curses falls from his lips, as his hips begin thrusting into your mouth with an abandon you haven’t seen before. Your cheeks are hollowed and he can feel himself getting embarrassingly close.

“F-fuck where- where’d you learn all of this?” It comes out in broken pants, and he can feel a smirk forming on your lips as you take him out a second time.

“One thing about theatre people is that we’re all gonna fuck each other. You should see how I eat pussy,” you shrug, putting him back in your mouth, and Eddie swears he’s about to bust in less than a minute.

“I’m gonna- fuck.” But he doesn’t get to finish that sentence, as you take him out of your mouth and stand back up.

Eddie’s bewildered expression is easy to read as he looks at you like you shot his dog. But you get close, dangerously close to his lips, your nose almost bumping his.

“That’s for fucking up my light cue, idiot,” it’s a feeble whisper against his lips before you’re gone into the darkness of the theatre. Too shocked to react, Eddie’s left with his pants pulled down for a good two minutes before registering what happened.

So he’s left blue balled in that stupid light booth, fuming and confused. There was no way in hell he would let you treat him like that and walk away the way you did.

Eddie had been scheming all week between rehearsals, attempting to find a good time to get you alone. He wasn’t about to let you get away with leaving him like that, but you were actively avoiding him.

But an opportunity fell into his lap without any effort on his part, Miss George asking you to stay behind to work on some blocking with her. As the stage manager he was required to stay behind too, his mind already reeling with possibilities.

So when you duck behind the curtain to change out of your costume, Eddie is quick to swoop in. Offering to shut down the lights and lock up, and Miss George is more than willing to let him.

By the time you get back on stage the theater is dark, the ghost light shining brightly center stage. “Eddie? Miss George?” You call out into the darkness, getting complete silence in return.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding.” You groan, clutching the strap of your book bag tightly. Of course he’d leave you in the dark theater to fend for yourself. “Asshole.” You mumble under your breath, reaching your hand out in front of you as you make your way across the dark stage.

You’ve bumped into multiple set pieces at this point, as you attempted to find the stairs leading down to the audience in complete darkness. Your frustration grows with each passing minute, that is until you hear the shuffling of feet.

“Hello?” You call out again, squinting as if it would help you see any better. Fear stirs in your gut as the theater is silent once more, shadows seeming to come to life in the corner of your eyes.

Once you finally reach the edge of the stage, you grip onto the railing tightly as you fumble your way down the stairs. Sighing in relief as you feel the carpet beneath your feet.

You only make it a few steps further before you feel a hand snaking around your waist, pulling you back into a hard chest. The other hand cupping itself over your mouth to muffle the scream that leaves your lips.

“Screaming for me already sweets? Haven’t even touched you yet.” His voice is mocking, his warm breath fanning across your neck as he laughs. You quickly squirm out of his grasp, a flashlight clicking on to illuminate his stupidly gorgeous features.

“You fucking psychopath! What were you thinking?” you shove him on the shoulder, he laughs as he zeroes in the flashlight on you, red in the face and furious.

“Had to get back at you for how much of a little tease you were the other day,” he croons. You purse your lips together, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks as you try to stabilize your still quickly beating heart.

“Whatever. Fuck you, Eddie.” You spit, but he’s quick to grab your arm and push it behind your back, the flashlight hitting the ground and rolling under one of the seats. His chest is pressed against your shoulder blades as you shudder in his arms.

“You’re not getting away so easily, sweetness.” He breathes against your earlobe as you keen into the warmth of his chest, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as his free hand goes to your waist.

“This okay?” he murmurs, and you nod. A sharp nip to your earlobe makes you hiss.

“I can’t fucking see you nod, can I?” You can tell he’s having too much fun torturing you, feeling his hand travel all across your torso and chest.

“N-No,” you whimper.

“Exactly. Try that again,” his hand rests against the waistband of your jeans, awaiting an answer, teasing the skin behind the fabric. The tips of his fingers brush the skin there, making you whimper in response.

“This is okay.” you breathe out, and it’s the only answer he needs to slip his hand past your jeans, unbuttoning the offending material to push his hand further down into your pants.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers against your ear as his hand cups your clothed core. You waste no time grinding against the heel of his palm, letting small, breathy moans escape you. Afraid to get caught in the dead of night getting touched and fondled by the town pariah.

“You sound so pretty singing for me, don’t you sweets?” he whispers smugly. His hand feels a little too good against you, your hips grinding back and forth following the rhythm he was creating, “Hmm, but I think you can be a little louder.”

You gasp as he slips his hand inside your panties, his calloused fingers encircling your swollen clit. Your head falls back onto his shoulder, your hand gripping onto his thigh. His digits dip lower, teasing your entrance before slipping one inside and curling them up.

You can’t stop the shaky cry from leaving your lips, the sound now filling the auditorium. A smirk tugs at his mouth, using the heel of his palm to press against your clit. “Listen to that… you’ve got such a pretty voice don’t you?”

You dig your nails into the denim covering his thigh, a low groan sounding in his throat. “Wonder what it sounds like when you beg,” he easily adds another finger inside your wet cunt, thrusting them deeper. “N-Never gonna happen Munson.”

Eddie laughs, pulling another moan from you as his other hand drifts up under your shirt to cup your breast. “We’ll see about that.”

His breath is fanning hot and humid against your neck as you reach around to bring his head closer, needing him to be closer.

Nothing he’s saying is registering in your brain, as his fingers pump in and out of you with a torturous pace, feeling his wolfish grin plastered against the skin of your cheek.

He’s watching your every move, your every breath and whimper, biting his lip at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head every time his fingers curl up in a certain manner. You don’t think you have much time left before you release yourself all over his hand, and he knows it.

From the way you keep twitching and tightening around his fingers, he feels you’re getting close, but much like you did that night in the booth, he won’t let you get it that easily.

“Y’close sweets?” he groans, his own hips now grinding against the swell of your ass.

“Uh-huh,” is all you can manage to say, brain scrambled from his words and ministrations.

“You know what you gotta do now, don’t you, pretty?” he bites at the hinge of your jaw, as you cry out, the noise echoing in the empty theatre.

“You gotta beg for it.” And he hears you gasp at that, a dry chuckle leaves his lips. “You didn’t think I was gonna make you cum that easy did you?”

“Mmm- fuck you, Munson.” you struggle against your brain’s desire to one up him and your body’s desire for release.

“C’mon, don’t you want to cum? I bet you’re so pent up from a whole day of staring at me building sets, aren’t you?” and he’s right, your eyes did wander to his arms in his tight fitting t-shirt, with his hair tied up in a low bun as he hammered nails into wooden boards.

His fingers speed up and you can feel it, you’re so, so close.

“Please, let me,” you whine into his arm, biting at the muscle there. You’re getting so loud.

“That’s right, keep begging for me– good girl gettin’ nice and loud for me,” it’s a growl at this point, a string of please please please follow it. Tears pricking at your eyes with how intensely good he’s making you feel.

So close, so close–

He removes his fingers, jerking you out of that hazy state you were previously in. The male now removes himself from you, retrieving the flashlight from under the seat. Your chest is heaving as you turn to face him, anger now coursing through you as he grins devilishly down at you.

“How cute, you thought I was actually gonna let you cum with how you left me the other day?” Eddie’s laughter fills the theater as he steps closer to you. Your bodies almost touching, lifting his fingers that were just inside you up to your lips.

The brunette carefully drummed the digits against your mouth, “Now, be a good girl and clean up the mess you made.” You glare as you let his fingers slip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them in a teasing manner.

You noticed how his breath hitches, his cock straining uncomfortably in his jeans. But there’s no way that you’re helping him out with his little problem now. You playfully bite his fingers that are still in your mouth, as he utters an annoyed ‘ouch’ before taking them back out.

His fingers make their way to your scalp– yanking at the hair, making you hiss. “You think you’re fucking cute? I’ll see you tomorrow after rehearsal,” his tone makes you tremble, as he takes his hand out of your hair and disappears into the darkness of the theatre, leaving you once again in the dark.

You stumble down the side stairs of the stage and get out of the side door, quickly making your way home.

And it becomes a regular thing, you and Eddie blue balling each other to the point of frustration, like it’s a sick and twisted power game you both play. After rehearsal he offers to lock up for Miss George and you wait for him in one of the dressing rooms, or in the dimly lit booth. He’s become irritable, and you have as well.

If you were insufferable before, now you’re downright hateful as you yell at the light crew to stop messing up your spotlight moment, or that your costume felt too constricting or your prop too flimsy.

Everything has you on edge, but you don’t hesitate to meet Eddie every night that week after rehearsal. Maybe he’ll let you cum this time.

You wait for him backstage, sitting on one of the set pieces, a throne. There’s a dim overhead light shining on you. Eddie’s lip is caught between his teeth as he looks at you on his Dungeon Master throne.

“Get up.” he commands. The shirt he’s wearing is tight, it makes his shoulders look more prominent. You squeeze your legs together.

“Why should I? My legs are tired from being on my feet all rehearsal,” you give him a fake pout as he inches towards you.

“Because that’s my Dungeon Master throne,” it sounds funny coming out of his mouth, voice low and gravelly “It’s mine.”

You chuckle a bit at that, how is this man being territorial over a set piece?

“And what if I said no?” a smile trapped in between your teeth, looking up at him through your lashes.

A dry laugh escapes him as he crosses his arms, “You’re so spoiled huh? Think you can always get your way? Last time I checked, this week it’s been the total opposite, hasn’t it?” and he’s not wrong, he’s given you all but what you want.

“This is my theatre, Munson. I believe you’re on my turf.” and he laughs at that, like you’ve said some kind of joke.

“You do theatre, sweetheart, c’mon you can’t be serious.” he kneels in front of you, grabbing your thighs and moving them apart with ease.

“Don’t be a bitch, Munson.” you hiss, as you feel his lips on your exposed thighs, kissing the skin there.

He whistles, low and sardonic. A wicked smile on his lips “That’s rich coming from you, you’ve had that nasty little attitude this whole week.” he continues with his kisses, while his hand ghosts over your inner thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat.

“I wouldn’t have this nasty little attitude as you call it if you would just let me- fuck.” his free hand ghosts over your panties. Your skin is sensitive, your brain is sensitive. Another touch and you might explode.

“Hmmm, what was that?” he bites at the flesh of your thigh, a high pitched whimper falling from your lips “Need me fuck that little attitude out of you sweetheart?”

And you’ve been wound up so tight for the past week that it doesn’t take you long to rid yourself of your panties. He takes advantage of you standing up, plopping down to take his rightful seat on the throne.

That cocky smirk is adorning his features, but you wanted to smack it off. “As cute as you think you look in this seat… it’s always been my throne sweets.”

Before Eddie has time to mutter another snarky remark you’re climbing into his lap, crashing your mouth against his. You’ve learned throughout the past week that it’s really the only way to shut him up.

His ringed fingers dig into the curve of your hips, eagerly grinding yourself against the bulge in his pants. Eddie moans into your mouth, his tongue licking your lower lip. You part your lips, allowing him entry as your tongues fight for dominance.

He tastes like Twizzlers and cigarettes, a combination you shouldn’t find as delicious as you do. But it only seems to make you needier, the denim becoming damp as you continue to grind yourself onto him.

“Look at you making a fucking mess on my jeans,” he mumbles against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip which causes you to whine as he pulls away. His chest rumbles as he chuckles, grabbing your cheeks in his hand— forcing you to look at him.

“But I’d rather you make a mess on my cock sweetheart.” His words have your head reeling, the male now gripping behind your knees and lifting you up. You squeal in surprise, clutching onto his shoulders to steady yourself. “Eddie, put me down.”

He carefully lets you slide down his front until your feet touch the ground, spinning you around before bending you over the armrest of his throne. His hands travel up your bare thighs, taking his time to appreciate your soft skin.

“Are you going to fuck me or not Munson?” You huff, the male now flipping up your skirt and landing a harsh smack on your ass. “So goddamn impatient aren’t you?”

You hear the sound of his belt clinking open, the zipper being tugged down. It makes you clench your thighs together, something Eddie didn’t miss. His fingers dipping between your legs, teasing you further.

“Trained you well didn’t I baby?” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling, despite how your stomach flipped at the word baby.

And you can feel him then, carefully lining himself at your entrance as you try to grind back into him. A firm hand against your hips stops you. “Ready? I’m gonna go slow,” he mutters, and there’s a gentleness in his words, despite his meanness in how he’s handling you.

You hum in approval and brace yourself. There’s a loud groan coming from behind you as he slips inside your warm heat, reveling in how you almost suck him in, a small gasp leaving you from the stretch.

“Big stretch, huh?” he coos in a cocky lilt, and you almost wanna reach around and punch him, but this idiot has your eyes rolling back from the fullness, and he’s not even all the way in yet.

So you nod, followed by a needy little whine that makes him chuckle low in his chest– you need him that much?

He goes deeper, spurred on by your noises, by how much you need him to fill you up. A sardonic smile on his lips as he bottoms out and slams all the way in, causing you to shriek.

Eddie sets a fast pace, not really giving you any time to adjust, but he’s already nudging that spot deep within you, making you see stars.

You hear him groan, “So fuckin’ tight, aren’t you sweets?” and it’s a rhetorical question, because your tongue feels too big for your mouth and there’s nothing coming out of it besides unintelligible whines and moans as you hold on to the armrest across from you.

Your noises only encourage him to go faster, and it’s almost too much the way he’s hitting that sweet spot inside you. You try to distance yourself from him, just enough to catch your breath, but he grabs your shoulders, using them as leverage to ram deeper into you.

He leans over, his clothed chest against your back, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“Goin’ somewhere, baby? Thought you could handle me.” He bites at your earlobe, and there’s just so much going on in your brain that you can’t possibly muster any response to whatever he’s telling you.

“Oh I said that, didn’t I? When we first met. I said I could handle a spoiled little diva like you, and look at that,” he laughs, and you’re sure you’re about to combust. Your fingers reach to grip the cushioned seat of the throne, as another wail leaves your lips.

“Singin’ my praises now aren’t you baby?” The wood of his throne digs into your hips and stomach as he pushes you further into it, a feline movement as he drapes himself off and over you, his hands now gripping the armrest opposite of you for purchase.

Your legs begin to give out, as you beg God or whatever entity up there that he won’t give into his sick little game. That he’ll let you cum this time.

“Shit, sweets, you’re gripping me so tight.” he grunts, a boyish grin on his face as small uh uh uhs fill the room.

“Should we let you cum tonight? We can’t have you being a bitch tomorrow, it’s the end of hell week,” he jokes, and it almost feels humiliating, how he can make fun of you like this and you’re just going to keep fucking yourself back onto him.

“God- Fuck- Please!” you beg, with all the strength you can muster, and he can’t help but let a satisfactory grunt leave his lips.

“Look at you begging, don’t even have to ask now, do I?” and you can feel him twitch inside you. He’s also getting close.

“Ready?” he huffs, with the last little bit of stamina he has, and you can’t brace yourself enough for the wave of pleasure that washes over you with the last few snaps of Eddie’s hips as you come undone with a loud cry, echoing through the dark halls of the theatre.

“Fuck, okay, where should I–” he begins, he’s at his wits end.

“In…side,” is all you can say before he stills himself inside of you, letting his release take over him with a loud groan. His warm cum painting your inner walls, leaving you feeling satiated.

Eddie stabilizes his breath, forehead leaning against your shoulders, days on days of pent up frustration hanging like mist in the air. You’re both able to think clearly for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffs, lifting himself off of you as he slowly slips his cock out. You can feel his cum beginning to drip down your thighs, your legs wobble as you attempt to stand. Knees buckling as you try and find your discarded panties.

“Whoa there, I got ya,” he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you against his warm chest. It felt good, leaning against him like that. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, “I’m fine Eddie.”

You push yourself off only to nearly fall once more, an annoyed grumble leaving his lips, “Are you always so stubborn?” He reaches down for your panties, guiding you to sit on the edge of the throne so he could help pull them up your thighs.

It was an unusually tender action, and not one that you expected from him. “Thought you didn’t want me sitting here?” You tease, his brown eyes glancing up as he’s kneeling before you.

“I’ll let it slide this one time,” he chuckles, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. A dimple you had never noticed before indenting his cheek, another feature that now found annoyingly attractive.

You roll your eyes at him and stand up, “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow after rehearsal.” You quip, as you try to wobble off the stage, he runs after you.

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you walk home like this,” and there’s a tender look in his eyes, something close to genuine concern. “My van is out front, I can drive you.” He points in a general direction behind him, and you want to say no so badly.

But you don’t, and now you find yourself being driven home by Eddie. His dingy van smells like cigarettes and weed and it squeaks every time he goes over a bump. There’s loud music blaring through the stereo speakers and an uncomfortable silence between the two of you.

“So uh, you excited for next week?” Eddie’s the first to break the silence, briefly turning towards you.

“I’m actually kinda nervous,” you admit, sinking into the seat. “It’s a big role, big shoes to fill. I guess I’m just scared I’m not gonna be any good.” You chuckle, almost embarrassed at your admission.

“You? Not good? I’ve seen you, y’know? I’m not just staring at your tits during rehearsal. You’re pretty darn good.” He gives you a half smile at that, pulling up next to your house.

You’re a bit flustered by his compliments, finding yourself not wanting to leave his company just yet.

“Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it,” you smile at him.

“And hey, if you still feel nervous opening night come find me— I’ll help you,” he winks at you and you can’t help but laugh, as you see him looking at you with a big grin on his face.

You look at him back, and God, maybe it’s the streetlights or the moon, but he’s never been more beautiful. In a leap of courage you lean over the dashboard and peck him on the lips.

As you detach from him and reach for the door handle, he pulls you back in deeper, searing and intense, one of those kisses that have your tummy flipping. Except it’s not in the comfort of the theatre, and without an underlying motive behind it.

Just you and him. In his van.

You let your lips part, give him access to your mouth, but he stops you.

“It’s midnight,” he whispers against your lips. “Dress rehearsal tomorrow, you need to rest.” He smiles as you place another peck on his lips. Pouting as you reach for the door handle. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you until you’re inside, seeing the light of your room turn on.

Once he knows you’re safe, he starts his van back up and pulls away from your house with the cheesiest grin on his face.

Opening night. It’s finally here.

You should feel excited, and yet all you want to do is lock yourself in one of the broom closets and hide. You’ve never felt so nervous before, thinking of all the different outcomes that could occur. What if you forget all your lines? Or you have an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction during a quick change?

Your mind is reeling as you enter the dressing room, the rest of the cast buzzing excitedly around you. You fake a smile and sit at your station, noticing the bouquet of lilies resting on the counter top. You can feel yourself flushing, opening the card that came with it.

Break a leg Juliet xx.

You ask around the rest of the cast but no one knows who left them, and while you hoped they came from a certain metalhead… you couldn’t be so sure. Your little cat and mouse game had suddenly turned into something very real, and part of you was afraid it would be over once the curtains closed.

You get ready for the show in a daze, now staring at yourself in the dressing room mirror as nerves rage through your insides. The rest of the cast had dissipated, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

“There’s the leading lady,” Eddie’s voice snaps you out of your haze, meeting his eyes in the mirror’s reflection. He must have noticed the look of panic across your features, as he rushes to your side.

You give him a weak smile in return, letting a heavy exhale escape past your lips.

“So uhhh, did you like the flowers?” He asks, and he can see your eyes light up in the mirror, momentarily forgetting nerves, fear and anxiety.

“So it was you,” he coaxes you to face him, kneeling next to you with a large grin.

“T’was I, fair maiden.” He does a half bow from his kneeling position, making you giggle.

“So you’re in love with me now?” You tease, as Eddie’s hands come to rest on your thighs, spreading them as much as he can in your dress before moving in between them.

“I’m literally going to die from nerves, what if I mess up my lines?” you begin, but Eddie seems to have much different plans.

“There she is….” he murmurs, more to himself.

You feel the heat pool in your middle at his words, squirming a little in your seat. Eddie reaches to cup your chin, tilting it down so you meet his gaze. His brown eyes sparkling with mischief, “You know, my offer still stands Lady Capulet.”

“Here? The doors are literally opening in fifteen minutes, don’t you have stage manager things to take care of?” your tone is alarmed, rather, a mix of alarm and excitement.

“My job as stage manager right now is to make sure Juliet feels comfortable enough to go on stage,” he grins, peppering kisses over your hand and wrist.

“But what if we get caught? Or you make me cum so hard I forget my lines?” The nerves make you ramble, as his chin rests on one of your thighs.

“As good as I am at eating you out sweetheart, I doubt that’ll happen.” He bunches the fabric of your costume up your thighs, beginning to give sweet caresses on the skin of your legs.

You seem unconvinced, still.

“Look, I’ll sweeten the deal. If you get all your lines right, which I don’t doubt you will, I’ll take you out on a date.” His lips are pursed in a coy smile.

Your eyes widen, “Like a date date? You and me?” and your heartbeat picks up.

“Who else, idiot?” Eddie laughs, which makes you smile, “Now,” he begins.

“Do you want me to do something about those jangled nerves of yours?” And you can’t help but bite your lip and nod.

His lips begin trailing up your thighs, a shiver running through you from his tender actions. “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” He pauses, shifting closer as he switches sides, now leaving open mouth kisses along your opposite thigh. “It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat as he works his way to your clothed center, his eyes flicking up to look at you. “Arise, fair sun and kill the envious moon… and whatever the fuck else Romeo says.” Eddie chuckles before eagerly pressing his mouth against your clothed pussy, his tongue lapping at the wet spot on the cotton.

A gasp bubbles deep in your throat at the sensation, feeling the bliss of his tongue through the cotton barrier, your body easing up from its nervous state.

He looks up at you, “Good, huh?” He hums through the fabric, and you’re wound up so tight you’re already panting.

He taps the side of your thigh to get you to lift your hips, removing your panties in the process.

A low whistle escapes him as you spread your legs for him again, “Talk about eating in costume, baby, jeez.” He chuckles, and the joke makes you laugh too.

A short lived laugh at that, turning into a breathless gasp when his tongue makes contact as he begins to lap up the length of your pussy.

Your hand immediately goes to tug at his curls, not caring that they’re tied up and out of his face to be able to see the cue sheets. The delicious pull at his scalp makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.

A low moan falls out of your lips, catching yourself, hand flying to your mouth as you hear the rest of the cast clamoring outside.

“Gotta be quiet, Lady Capulet,” he snickers as he goes back to burying his face between your legs. His tongue darting in and out of you as a hand reaches for your mouth, wetting two of his fingers.

You don’t hesitate to open up your mouth for him, a bite at the juncture between your pelvis and your thigh, “Atta girl.” He mumbles against the wet skin, popping his fingers out of your mouth to tease at your entrance.

“That’s it baby, focus on me.” A whine escapes you as you’re now grinding on his tongue, his fingers enter you slowly, head thrown back in pleasure.

“You nervous, baby?” He asks, a cocky smile on his face. His fingers curl upward, your eyes squeeze at the overwhelming sensation.

You shake your head, still sentient. Not too far gone yet.

“You gonna use me to get off, my lady?” His fingers are pumping faster, feeling tears brimming on your waterline, hoping to not spill all over your face, your stage makeup seems to be in precarious conditions.

A familiar warmth, deep in the pool of your tummy, “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” You know how much he likes to hear you sing for him. His spare hand grabs onto your thigh, rings biting the soft skin there, feeling yourself teetering on the edge.

“Thaaaat’s it, you’re doing so well,” he whispers. One more pump of his fingers and you cum with a silent cry, biting onto your hand, feeling yourself pulsate around his fingers.

Without much warning he slips them out, sucking on his own fingers, tasting your own delicious essence.

“Places!” You hear Miss George say backstage, as Eddie retrieves your panties for you and slips them up your legs.

Eddie fixes his hair in the mirror, tying them back. He places a kiss on your cheek with a hurried, “Good luck— uh fuck I meant break a leg.” Then he furtively leaves the dressing room.

You feel a blush spreading across your body, finally relaxed and ready to begin the show.

You leave the dressing room, joining the rest of the cast, full of excitement. You know all your love monologues are going to be directed towards a certain metalhead tonight.

The show goes smoothly and you don’t forget a single line, you’re surrounded by family and friends, ready to do it all again the day after.

You go back into the dressing rooms to grab your stuff and change, but a long mop of curly hair occupies your chair.

“Eddie, you can’t be here!” you whisper, as he turns around with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

“Just wanted to tell my girl congratulations in private. You smashed it tonight,” you blush at the nickname.

“Since when am I your girl?” you ask, not letting him see how much it affected you.

“Since you kissed me in my van when I dropped you off, gorgeous.” He flirts, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth.

“So, how about that date?”

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tang3r1n · 4 months

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❝𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓!❞

Shig is stuck at the single worst party of his life— until he spots that cutie from his biochem class.

warnings; dub/noncon, AFAB/FEM READER anal ref for like a second, unprotected sex, drunk/drugged reader, yandere-coded shig,, slut-shaming, incel-ish shig, dabi got too drunk and kinda screwed reader over, drugging(?), college au, i’m gonna redo this eventually, gross descriptions

a/n; this is my (late) secret santa gift and New Years present for the illustrious @mamayan !! i hope i did your dirty man justice, this was a part of @/ectologia’s amazing Secret Santa 2023 event they hosted!! both of these authors are big inspirations to me and i’m so glad i was able to be a part of this!

This New Years party was horrendously lame. shitty music, shitty lighting, shitty drinks; the whole thing was just an excuse for idiotic college frat douches to get wasted and fuck pretty little cheerleaders for the umptenth time.

Shigaraki watched with tepid interest as Dabi was cheered on by idiotic college students chugging his twentieth beer, scoffing as the drunk man raised his arms in triumph and let out a slurred war cry, already stumbling around. He was already sick of this place, the smell of pot and vomit burning his nostrils, just as he thought to dump his cheap booze away and kick rocks Dabi sauntered over to him, practically dragging another person with him.

Tomura felt his back immediately straighten, bloodshot red eyes widening as he saw your giggly attitude and cute little outfit. You were his shamefully massive crush from his chemistry class, the teacher’s student grader who left cute smiley faces and sweet memos on all his reports, always smiling and helpful and so so so kind to everyone. Shigaraki often got carried away staring at you during labs, watching as you bent over, how your lab coat was seemingly tightened just enough to where he can see your luscious curves, how your pretty hair falls so perfectly messy from your chaotic bun, ‘wonder how she’d look if i spread her out on this table—examine her..’

Dabi poked his chest harshly, a drunken grin plastered on his face as he held up in a mock chokehold, “lis’n h-hic!-here.. yer gonna take m’new girl n make sh-braap!-sure she ge’shome safe, kay?” Tomura rolled his eyes at his friend’s drunken speech, letting Dabi clap a hand on his shoulder to steady himself as he watched you giggle and pat Dabi’s back comfortingly. Your own cheeks were darkened and he could see the sway in your stance. Tomura couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion at Dabi’s declaration of you being ‘his new girl’ as he finally scoffed and pulled away, his frustration coming off as annoyance.

“Why am I in charge of your ‘new girl’?” he hissed, eyes narrowed. Your smile dropped and his gut wrenched at the sight knowing it was his fault, but he couldn’t help the little twitch of his cock at your glossy lips stuck in a cute pout. Dabi frowned and shoved the taller man harshly, stumbling a bit as he did, “dude fuck off, she’s jus’a sweet gal, wanna make sure she don’t get snatched up-hic!-I obvi’sly can’do it,” he chided, poking at Shigaraki’s chest. You interjected, pretty manicured fingers and bracket decorated wrists waving in protest, “no no no nonono, h-he don’t need to do that, ‘ll be f-fine!” you slurred and Tomura sighed, pinching his brows to hide the absolute jubilation he was experiencing. He couldn’t believe his luck— literally being hand-delivered the girl of his (wet) dreams on the shiniest of silver platters. He kept up the act, however, not wanting you to see his desperation, “nah, nah, you’re both stumbling like fucking morons, lemme go grab my shit,” he turned on his heels, calling over his shoulder, “go grab yours.” hearing your heels ‘click! click! click!’ off as you ran to get your cute purse.

“T-tomura I-ahh!” you whined and cried into your pillow, the fabric soaked and caked in your tears and makeup. You screamed as he pushed your back down into a sinfully painful arch, cock sloppily thrusting into your poor cunt. All you’d done is asked for help taking your massive heels off, bending down to untie the long, crossed straps as he snuck up from behind using his, very surprising, strength to grab and yank you up over his shoulder. You gasped and twisted, pounding on his back with your fists as he stumbled through your tiny apartment just off campus. It was only now that you regretted never agreeing to the on-campus dorms.

His whiny pants seemed to infect your very soul, bright red, bloodshot eyes staring down at you in such a creepy way, like he feared blinking would ruin his moment with you. Not like this was much of a fond moment being made, panties hanging off your ankle, shirt and bra ripped, literally ripped in half, hair frizzy and messy from his constant pulling and tugging. You felt disgusting; dizzy and nauseous, wet and gross with how loud your own pussy was squelching, the blunt ‘plap! plap! plap!’ of his balls against your puffy lips send chills of disdain and pleasure up your back, making your already jumbled brain that much more scattered.

He was so touchy, his clammy hands pinching and prodding at all your fat and curves, frantic in their path all over your sweaty skin. Shigaraki’s entire form was frantic, hips stuttering and basically humping you while his cock twitched wildly, arms and thighs quivering at he pinned you down, drool, literal spit, splattering against your face and neck as he openly crooned and moaned like a bitch in heat. You felt so violated as he praised your body, talking about ‘all those lonely nights’ and how he ‘spent so many labs with a hand down m’pants-“ god he was a fucking pervert.

You whined as his thumb found your clit, rubbing fast circles and sending a wave of pleasure through you, another wave of nausea following soon after as you bit back bile, there was no fucking way you were gonna cum from this degenerate raping you. But alas, try as you might your biology was working against you, thighs and cunt clenching around him and his cock as you neared your high. His laugh was cracks and hoarse as he leant down, greasy pale-blue hair tickling your nose as he licked a stripe up your face, drinking your tears, “mmfh—! fuck, y’gonna cum? huh?” he tried, rubbing tight circles onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. You thrashed in what little movement you could, sobbing and shaking your head, “N-NO, NEVER, YOU F-FUCKING PERV—“ he cut off your screams with a harsh swat to your pussy, causing a full body shake as you tipped over the edge.

Perhaps you would’ve been embarrassed if not blinded by the white-hot pleasure of your forced orgasm, mouth agape in a silent scream as your cum cremend his cock, creating a frothy ring of white at his base. Tomura giggled out a disgusting laugh, wiping the milky mixture and smearing it into your messy face, cooing at your disheveled appearance as he sped up his sloppy thrusts.

Just as you came down from your high, his hand suddenly pinned you back down by the neck, quickly cutting off any air as he whined above you, eyebrows creased as he fucked into your hot, messy pussy, “g-gonna cum— fill up y’pretty pussy,” he whined, using his thumb to softly poke and prod at both your lips and little puckered hole and causing you to jolt, tightening up around his again and sending Toura over to his own climax.

His ‘big o’ face was obscured by his tangled, dirty hair, a pathetically noisy groan resonating as he stilled inside you, pump after pump of warm, thick cum shot right in you. You cringed, so weak from your own finish that you did nothing but whine in protest as he slowly slipped his cock out, instantly jamming two of his lengthy fingers back in to keep his cum night and snug.

“Happy New Years, I—“

“fucking pervert.”’

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minisugakoobies · 8 months

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Paradise | JJK - Fourteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: drinking, references to blow jobs that happened like 60 seconds before the chapter starts, Jungkook's a bit possessive, Jin's a bit jealous, mentions of pregnancy, references to sex, 2021 AMAs Jungkook is the wedding visual, special guest stars Woosung and El Capitxn

Word Count: 7.5k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: Happy two years of Paradise!! 🎉 Two years ago today, I posted the first chapter of what was going to be a five-part series. So to say I can't believe we're here is really no joke!! Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, reblogged, sent me asks or DM'd me about this series - this is all because of you! 💜💜💜

Unbeta'd as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open. 💕

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Turns out that impulsiveness looks pretty good on you.

Or so you think to yourself, catching your reflection in the mirror of the men’s room as you leave Jungkook to collect himself after giving him the best blow job of his life (your words - although, based on the look on his face as you’d swallowed, you might not be far off).

You hadn’t planned on dragging him into the bathroom like that, but upon seeing him walk out onto the terrace in that grey belted suit, looking like an absolute dream, well, you simply could not help yourself.

You also hadn’t meant to tell him you missed him last night. But you had, because you did. God, when had you turned into this - this massive simp? It was only yesterday morning that you’d woken up in Jungkook’s embrace. You’d barely spent 24 hours apart - so why were you so desperate to get back into his arms?

Of course, none of this matters right now. There are only minutes to go before the ceremony begins, and you need to pull your head out of the clouds and get back to Jennie and the others. Starting by escaping the men’s room sight unseen.

“YN!”

Or not.

As soon as you close the door, you hear Jin’s voice calling to you. He’s standing at the other end of the little hallway, near the entrance to the reception room.

“Hey,” you reply, trying to be the most nonchalant you’ve ever been in your life, as if you weren’t just gagging on Jungkook’s dick in a public bathroom.

Jin smiles as you approach, but there’s a gleam in his eye that makes you nervous, and you’re so busy trying to come up with a valid excuse for why he saw you emerging from the men’s room that you apparently forget how to walk, trip over the hem of your gown, and crash directly against his chest.

“Easy, tiger!” he laughs, arms locking around your back as he helps you stand back upright. “I’m used to ladies throwing themselves at me, but only you’ve taken it literally.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure he’s not lying about fighting off admirers, given that he looks like a supermodel in his crisply tailored tuxedo. His bowtie is a little crooked thanks to being squashed by your face during your ungainly landing, so you gently fix it, and Jin thanks you with a soft grin.

“I left my glasses at home, so tell me - did I just see you leav-” Jin suddenly stops in the middle of his sentence, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. “Oh. Nevermind, I see.” He takes a step back, arms falling from your waist.

Another hand slips into yours.

Jungkook didn’t wait very long before following you out of the restroom. He squeezes your hand as you glance at him, but he stares directly at Jin, nostrils flaring slightly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly as if - as if -

Oh, shit.

“You left this behind, jagiya.” Jungkook turns to you, his face shifting into a softer expression as he produces your clutch like some sort of trophy. You must’ve left it on the counter. “Did you want me to hold it during the ceremony?”

Your brain is lagging severely at the moment, trying to process two major facts at once. Fact one: Jin obviously realized that you were with Jungkook in the bathroom. Fact two: you completely forgot to tell Jungkook that Jin would be at the wedding. Which, given the events of the last 24 hours, it’s understandable that it slipped your mind, but this isn’t how you’d expected to officially introduce them. And he doesn’t exactly look thrilled to run into him now.

On top of that, Jungkook has asked you a question. And is now waiting for an answer, while Jin watches in polite silence.

“Um. Yes. Sorry, yes, can you keep an eye on it for me?”

Jungkook nods, tucking the clutch into his jacket and patting it lightly. “Of course,” he says, nodding solemnly, as if you’d just asked him to protect precious goods and not a cheap bag full of tissues and mints.

Jin clears his throat lightly.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Jin, this is Koo- Jungkook. Jungkook, Jin.”

Of all the ways for these two to meet, this might not be the most embarrassing, but it’s definitely up there. There’s still a bit of Jungkook’s taste lingering on your tongue as the two men shake hands, Jin wincing slightly.

You try to quickly fill Jungkook in. “Jin’s the best man.”

“Sure am.” Jin grins.

“He and Yoongi grew up together,” you add, ignoring Jin’s little interjection, knowing that Jungkook didn’t miss it based on the way his jaw flexes violently, as if he’s gnashing his teeth.

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook. That’s quite a grip you have there.” Jin slides his hands into his pockets. “YN’s told me a little about you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Jungkook replies, inclining his head slightly. His hand returns to yours, fingers locking firmly. “Wish I could say the same, but YN never mentions you.”

You try to control your face as you look at Jungkook. What did he just say?

Jin just grins wider. “So… she said you’re a dancer?”

“Yeah, I'm a dancer. But I’m also an artist,” Jungkook replies, chest puffing out slightly.

“Yes! You should see his work, Jin. He’s an incredibly talented painter,” you add, and the corner of Jungkook’s mouth twitches, like he’s holding back a smile. “I might actually have a photo on my phone…”

Jungkook doesn’t give you any time to check. “Y’know, I think I’ve heard of you. You’re a cook, right? I think my halmeoni watches your show.”

If Jungkook intended that as a jab, Jin shows no sign that he felt it. “Well, technically, I’m a chef. And a restaurateur. But yes, I do host a successful cooking program - actually, it’s about to be turned into a series for a major network.”

“Right. So like I said. You cook.”

Jin’s the one twitching now, his eyebrow rising slightly at Jungkook’s blasé tone. But rather than looking annoyed, Jin looks amused. Meanwhile, Jungkook is still glowering. You, though? Your smile feels a little strained as you try not to react to the snarky shots being fired off around you. Jungkook seems more rattled than you’d expected by Jin’s presence. You’ve never heard him talk like this.

“You’re right, I do cook a little,” Jin laughs. “I’d like to think I’m pretty good at it. But YN could tell you, since I’ve cooked for her a few times.” He glances at you, the sparkle in his eye you’d noted earlier back and twinkling a little too merrily for your comfort. “From what I remember, she’s been pretty satisfied every time.”

And you’d thought this couldn’t get any more awkward than running into Jin post-beej. How silly of you.

Jungkook’s fingers grip yours tighter. “And yet not satisfied enough to ever bring it up. Huh. Sounds like it was kinda forgettable.”

Jin’s eyes flicker to yours questioningly and you cringe, still struggling to come up with anything to say that could make this conversation less tense. At this point, you’d be better off wishing for the ground to open up beneath you, as useless as your brain is being.

Jin coughs. “Anyway, YN, Yoongi asked me to tell you to tell Jennie that the officiant is running a little late. Nothing to worry about!” he adds hastily upon seeing your concerned face. “Just caught in traffic. But on his way.”

Great, another thing for Jennie to stress out about. “Okay. I’ll let her know.”

Guests are starting to fill up the rows of chairs on the other side of the glass wall. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Lisa heading towards you, waving your bouquet. Thankful for the interruption, you stretch out your hand.

“Come on, we’re cutting it close on time!” she announces. “Hey, what happened to your lipstick?”

“Uh…” Rather than answer, you opt for escape, tugging on Jungkook’s hand lightly to urge him to follow you. “One sec, Lis. Come on, Jungkook, let’s find you a seat.”

“See you at the altar!” Jin calls behind you, and you wince, feeling Jungkook stiffen momentarily.

There’s an empty chair on the end of a row on the bride’s side. Jungkook folds himself into it, placing your clutch delicately on his lap.

“Um, so, we already took photos earlier, so I’ll just come find you after the ceremony.”

“Okay.” Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, nodding.

An unsettling feeling comes over you. Should you apologize for not telling him about Jin? Or say something about what just happened in the hallway? What did just happen, anyway?

Through the glass, you can see Lisa waving, pointing at her watch. Shit. Whatever happened, you’ll just have to talk about it later.

As you turn to leave, Jungkook grabs your wrist. He threads his fingers through yours, pulling you closer to him, until his lips brush your cheek. “See you soon, jagiya.” He gives you another soft smile, sunlight sparkling in his eyes. The angry scowl from the hallway is nowhere to be seen.

Your head is a mess as you follow Lisa. How had you not mentioned to Jungkook that Jin would be here? Damn, maybe he was right - maybe you really never talk about Jin.

Both men had warned you when you started dating them that they could get competitive. Apparently that meant passive aggressive disses and weirdly possessive behavior. If this is how the two of them are going to behave, you’re in for a long day.

A small room cordoned off from the rest of the rooftop restaurant has been turned into the bride’s waiting room. Jisoo’s doing a last pass on Jennie’s makeup when you arrive. She takes one look at you and reaches for a tube of lipstick sitting on the makeshift vanity.

“Babe, what happened to you? You look stressed.”

Rosé hums in agreement. “I expected you to stumble in here looking more satisfied than that. You dragged Jungkook away at lightning speed!”

“Pucker up,” Jisoo orders you, and you obey, letting her fix your lips.

“Mmm, well, I found her talking to both Jungkook and Jin in the hallway, so maybe that has something to do with it?” Lisa pipes up, eyebrow raised.

“Oh shit, did something go down?” Rosé asks, a little too excited for your taste.

“Well, actually,” you start to say, then shake your head. This is the last thing you need right now. This day is too important to be derailed by your love life. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Oh, but Jin did say that the officiant’s running a little late, Jennie. He’s on his way, so there’s no need to panic, but the ceremony might start a few minutes later than planned.”

“Oh, see, Jennie? I told you there was no reason to worry - now you’re not the only one who’s late!”

“Jisoo!” Lisa hisses. Rosé covers her mouth to suppress her giggles.

Jennie, who has been sitting silently since you walked in, inspecting her appearance in the makeup mirror, lets out a strangled sound that’s a cross between a laugh and a wail, and buries her face in her hands.

“Girl, please do not make me fix your makeup again,” Jisoo pleads as she crouches next to Jennie. You pull up a chair next to her and sigh, rubbing Jennie’s arm lightly.

“Ji’s lame attempts at humor aside, how are you feeling?” you ask.

Your best friend is absolutely radiant in her white gown, dark hair tumbling in gentle waves down her back as she turns to you.

“I’m still okay. I know things were a little… dramatic yesterday, but really, I’m okay today. You guys don’t have to keep asking me how I’m feeling.” Jennie clasps your hands, giving you a soft smile. “I’m excited and I’m nervous but more than all of that I’m ready to marry the love of my life.” She pauses. “I think maybe I should use the bathroom again, though. I guess I have some time.”

“I’ll help you,” Lisa volunteers, gathering Jennie’s train and following her out of the room.

You’re quiet until the door closes behind them. “Okay, was anyone else expecting her to freak out about the ceremony starting late?”

“She’s keeping it together, somehow,” Jisoo shrugs. “I think she’s still a bit in shock, honestly. But she’ll be okay.”

“She’s fine, as long as no one mentions anything about the you-know-what,” Rosé informs you, crossing her arms as she glares at Jisoo.

“You don’t have to censor yourself when she’s not in the room.” Jisoo rolls her eyes.

Your friends fall into their usual bickering, but you’re too deep in your thoughts about Jennie to bother telling them to knock it off. Maybe Jisoo’s right and she’s still adjusting. Just another reason to try to stay focused on her and make sure everything goes perfectly for her and Yoongi.

It’s the least you can do for your friend, after the day she had yesterday.

Yesterday

Friday morning brings you a sweet surprise. You weren’t expecting to wake up with Jungkook in your bed. He spent most of the night making you forget all about Taehyung’s joking offer to drop to his knees at your promise to help him, doing such a good job that you’d almost forgotten your own name, too. You’d figured he’d slip out in the middle of the night after you’d fallen asleep.

You were wrong. He’s still here, all messy bedhead and sleepy eyes, laughing quietly about alarm clocks and wrapping you up in his arms. He follows you like a puppy as you start your morning routine - into the shower, back into your room, and then into your kitchen - and honestly it’s no wonder that you decide to take the day off to spend it with him. The thought of repeating yesterday and hanging out with him all day is too tempting to refuse. Even though you’ll see him pretty much all day tomorrow at the wedding - look, if he’s down for it, then why not?

And then somehow the universe decides that your day has only been maybe a solid eight out of ten so far and decides to kick it up a few more notches, by offering you a possible life boat off the sinking ship that is your job.

Hey YN!

I know this is ridiculously fast, but my company has an opening, and I think you’d be great for the job! Long story short someone unexpectedly quit yesterday, so now we have a position we need to fill immediately. I hope it’s okay, but I’ve given your name to our VP in charge of hiring and she’d like to bring you in for an interview! She asked me to reach out and see if you’d be all right with coming in next week - I know that’s fast, but this is for a new project that’s being rushed to production so we really need someone to crunch some numbers ASAP!

Let me know if you’re interested!

Best,

Wendy

As if that’s not enough, Jungkook offers to help you practice for the interview, and suddenly you can’t see through the hearts in your eyes. Could he be any sweeter? You thank him, and he kisses you, and you melt, lost in his warmth.

Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality. “How many more emails do you need to answer?”

“Um…” you stare at your laptop. “Let me just respond to Wendy and then I’m done.”

“Cool.” Jungkook stretches. His t-shirt rises with the motion, his Adonis belt briefly visible, and you know he’s caught your stare when he smirks. You quickly turn back to your computer, but he just wraps his arms around your shoulders, catching you in a back hug.

“I’m gonna go home and take off these dirty clothes,” he murmurs, teeth nipping your earlobe. “Come find me when you’re done. I’ll be waiting.”

“Fuck,” you breath. Jungkook laughs, obviously pleased at the effect he has on you. He’s such a tease sometimes. You’re trying to figure out how to flip the tables on him when your ringtone starts trilling.

Be still, my heaaaaart…

“Oh god, I bet that’s my boss, wanting to talk me out of taking off.” You frown as you check the screen. “Shit, it’s Jisoo. I gotta take this.”

“Hey, do you have a second?” Jisoo’s voice comes through a little strained. And loud. She’s talking over some sort of high-pitched wailing. It takes you a minute to figure out that it’s a person’s voice making that sound.

“Ji! What’s going on? Wait, what’s that sound? Is that Jennie? Is she crying?”

“Yeah, that’s Jennie. She’s - she’s had - well,” Jisoo sighs. “Look, I’m over at her place because I wanted to treat her to a manicure today because I know she’s been too busy to schedule one and you know how she gets about her nails so I thought it would be a nice surprise but when I got here - oh, you know what, this is not important to the story, why am I telling you this?”

“Just get to the point, Ji!”

“I’m trying! I’m sorry, it’s been a big morning and - what?” There’s a muffled conversation happening suddenly, and you stare blankly at your computer as you wait for Jisoo to return. You don’t know what the hell is going on, but you don’t like any of it.

“Just ask her to come over!” you hear Lisa say in the background. Lisa’s at Jennie’s, too?

“I was getting to that!”

With a frustrated sigh, you try to get Jisoo’s attention. “Okay, okay, I’m coming over!”

“Do you mind? I know you have to work-”

“No, I’m not working today, I….” You pause, knowing that Jungkook’s just in the kitchen, likely able to hear everything you’re saying, not wanting to embarrass yourself by admitting that you took the day off just to be with him. “It’s a long story, I’ll explain when I get there.”

You don’t end up explaining anything once you arrive. That’s because as soon as Lisa opens Jennie’s door, she greets you with a tiny white stick bearing two little pink lines. Rosé is right behind her, beaming from ear to ear.

“Oh my god.”

“I know!” Lisa grins, throwing her hands in the air. “Baby Min, coming to you soon!”

You frown, glancing over Lisa’s shoulder. “Where is she?”

The sound of Jennie’s crying gets louder as you approach the master suite. When Lisa stops outside the bedroom closet, you grab her arm.

“Before I go in there - are those happy tears or sad tears?” You’re pretty sure you already know the answer, but you need to know what to expect.

Lisa grimaces. “Somewhere in the middle, I think.”

Jennie’s curled up beneath the hangers of clothing stuffed into the closet that she shares with Yoongi. She’s wearing one of his oversized hoodies, sniffling into the black material as Jisoo, smushed into the corner beside her, carefully untangles herself.

“Tag, you’re in,” she says, taking the hand you offer to pull her to her feet.

There’s not a lot of room for you but you squish yourself in as best you can, and immediately tuck Jennie against you. Jisoo closes the door behind you.

“Hi, babe.”

“Hi,” Jennie’s voice is wavery and small, so far from her usual confident, cheerful tone, that it hurts your heart. “Did they tell you?”

“I saw.”

Jennie settles against you, hiccuping slightly through her tears. “This wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I know.”

Jennie has been mapping out her and Yoongi’s future pretty much since the day they met. They both want to start a family, but Jennie insists that they enjoy their honeymoon period first. And she’s determined to make tenure at the school where she teaches before taking time off to have kids. She wants to have it all, but at her own pace and on her own terms. Which means timing everything out so meticulously. So carefully.

Gently, you brush a lock of hair from her wet cheek. “So… do you know how…”

Jennie sighs. “Pretty sure it was the night of my bachelorette party. I came home and Yoongi asked how it went and um, I kinda couldn’t stop talking about my lap dance.” Your friend’s face flushes at the memory, and you bite back a grin. You’ll have to tell Jungkook he left a lasting impression. “And Yoongi… well, you know how he gets competitive sometimes?”

You can’t help it. You burst into laughter.

“Yoongi gave you a lap dance?!”

“God, I wish I’d seen that,” Jisoo says from the other side of the closet door. “I’d love to know if he’s got moves.”

In all your years of friendship, you’d never known Yoongi to do more than a simple side-shuffle whenever Jennie would drag him onto a dance floor. The thought of him performing an erotic lapdance is too much for even your overactive imagination to conceive.

Jennie just smiles to herself. “Believe me, he does.” She glances at you shyly. “He’d kill me for telling you this but… you don’t think Jin choreographed his routine all by himself, do you?” she laughs, referring to the night Jin danced for you, and your brain breaks a little trying to picture Yoongi doing the same moves.

The closet door flies open.

“I’m gonna need to hear every last detail about that,” Lisa proclaims.

“Same,” Rosé adds, and Jennie laughs for the first time since you arrived. She sits up, dabbing at her face with the sleeves of Yoongi’s hoodie.

“Ugh, my face is going to be so puffy tomorrow.”

“No, it won’t. We’ll take care of you,” Jisoo promises, already on her feet. “I’ll go raid your kitchen for supplies. Do you have any cucumbers?” She’s gone before Jennie can answer, Lisa scrambling behind her.

“Anyway… we always use protection, but you know how they say it’s not 100% foolproof? Yeah, turns out they’re telling the truth.” She stares at her sweater paws, suddenly forlorn again, and you give her a tight squeeze.

“I’m sorry, babe. I know this is… a lot.”

“Yeah. And I just…” You don’t say anything, just wait patiently until she finds the words she’s searching for. “I just feel like a failure. You know? Like, it’s so stupid, but…” She shrugs. “I feel like everything’s ruined now.”

“Oh, Jennie, no!” Wrapping both arms around her, you sigh. “Accidents happen. That’s life! You can make all the plans you want but you can’t control everything. There’s chaos everywhere! And even if you do your best to avoid it, sometimes it gets through. And it’s not always bad! I mean… look at me and Jungkook. He came out of nowhere. I didn’t plan to start dating him and Jin at the same time. I didn’t know it was gonna get serious. I thought…” you trail off, realizing you’re making it about yourself. “Sorry, this is not about me.”

“No, it’s ok, finish your thought. Tangents and diversions are good right now,” Jennie informs you.

You bite your lip, weighing your words. “Back when Jin and I met, when you introduced us, I just thought… this is it. This is my chance to have what Jennie and Yoongi have. Something real. Something safe and steady.”

Jennie nods, encouraging you to continue.

“And then Jungkook… he’d always been so close but I’d never gotten to know him. He came in and opened my eyes to another possibility. To something exciting and different and - and passionate, and, oh god, I sound like a shitty romance novel, don’t I?” Burying your face in your hands, you laugh.

“No, go on!!” Rosé says.

“I’m just trying to say - plans don’t always work out. But that doesn’t mean you’re a failure. And sometimes, the unexpected can be exactly what you want. Or need.”

Jennie sighs, and you can feel her relaxing against you for the first time since you sat down beside her.

“I hear what you’re saying. And I’d like to believe that. It’s just… really difficult for me to accept that I’m not always in control.”

“That’s a fucking mood,” Jisoo says, returning from the kitchen with a mug of tea in her hand. Lisa carries a bowl of some sort of cucumber concoction, and the two of them settle on the floor outside the closet.

Rosé scoots across the carpet until she’s close enough to take one of Jennie’s hands. “Back to your chaos, if that’s what we’re calling it. Is it too soon to ask you what you’re gonna do?”

Jennie groans, pulling the oversized hood over her head.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

“I just want to get through the wedding,” Jennie states, voice muffled by the soft fabric. “I’m getting married tomorrow! And I don’t want anything to - to ruin it. Or make things weird, or more stressful than they already are. I mean, fuck, I think my halmeoni is already upset that we’re not doing a traditional wedding. Imagine if she finds out I got knocked up before marriage!”

“Okay, then we’ll make sure no one finds out tomorrow.” Lisa glances at everyone and you all nod in a wordless pact. “We’ll do whatever it takes to make sure your day is as perfect as you’ve planned. You know we will!”

“Does Yoongi know?”

Jennie peels her hood back to look at you. She shakes her head.

“I took the test this morning, after he left for work. I’ve been so busy lately that I didn’t even realize I was late until today! Ji was the first person to find out when she showed up, and then she called the rest of you.” She pauses, fiddling with her sleeves again. “I think I’m going to wait to tell him until after the wedding. We’ll need to have a serious talk, and there’s too much going on right now.” She glances up. “Is that - do you think that’s okay?”

Once again, she seems lost. This time, when you go in for a hug, Rosé joins you.

“Babe, you can tell him whenever you’re ready! It’s your body.”

“Yeah, but we’re in this together…”

“And you’ll be in it together still, no matter if you tell him today or tomorrow or next week.” Jisoo declares. She holds the mug out to Jennie. “And we’ll be here too.”

“Yes. Maybe this is good chaos. Maybe it’s bad. It’s up to you to decide how to react - how to move forward. Whatever you decide, you know we’ll be by your side the whole time,” you declare, your sentiments echoed by the other girls.

Jennie blows lightly on the steaming drink. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you guys,” she says, choking up slightly, and everyone else starts talking at once.

“You deserve the world!” Rosé coos.

Lisa shakes her head. “We’re the lucky ones, babe, having you in our lives!”

“How’m I gonna depuff your face if you keep crying?” Jisoo tuts.

You just rise to your feet, laughing. “Come on. Ji said something about manicures earlier. Let us pamper you today, so you’re ready to knock Yoongi off his apparently very talented feet tomorrow.”

NOW

The officiant is only a few minutes late, and the ceremony goes off without a single hitch. You and the other bridesmaids join the groomsmen flanking Yoongi at the altar. In addition to Jin, there’s Yoongi’s brother Geum-jae, and two of his friends from work, Yi-jeong and Woosung.

As a string quartet plays the wedding march, Jennie walks down the aisle, beaming more brightly than the sun, and you catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s face, bearing such an openly reverent expression that it makes your eyes flood with tears. The officiant begins his speech, and Jennie and Yoongi stare at one another as if the rest of the world has fallen away, with nothing left but the two of them and their love.

Watching them almost feels like you’re intruding on a private moment, so you turn your face to the rows of guests, searching without thought for Jungkook, smiling when you find him already gazing your way. Your chest nearly buzzes as warmth spreads there, matching the glow in his eyes.

Because Jennie and Yoongi chose to take photos before the ceremony, there’s no cocktail hour after the ceremony. Instead, everyone is seated for dinner. The happy couple sits at a table for two on a small dais in the front of the room.

There are no tables large enough for the entire wedding party. There are also no seating arrangements for all of you, either. Jennie had worked very hard on the seating chart for all of the guests except the wedding party. (“You guys figure it out. I’m tired.”) So you quickly claim a seat at one of the two empty tables left open, with Jungkook taking the spot next to you on one side and Jisoo the other, with Rosé next to her.

As the wait staff brings out the first course, you slide your chair a little closer to Jungkook. “Hey. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that Jin would be here.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh. Jagi, it’s ok.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure it is,” you reply. “That was not the way I wanted to introduce the two of you. It was, uh, not ideal.”

Jungkook’s silent as he sips his water. He works his bottom lip between his teeth again, and you wish you could see inside his head, could get some sense of what he’s thinking, because sitting here waiting for him to say something makes your stomach churn a bit.

Finally, he sighs, reclining back in his seat as he looks at you. “I’m sorry if I made that uncomfortable. I wasn’t expecting to see him.”

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t mention he was part of the wedding. Truly, it slipped my mind.” Repeatedly. You bite your lip, struggling to figure out what to say. This doesn’t have to be a thing, but you also don’t want them at each other’s throats all night. “But there’s no reason it has to be weird or ruin the night. Because I’m here with you, Kookie. Not him.”

Your pulse begins to pound. It’s like you’ve just laid your heart on the line. Jungkook’s furrowed brows relax, doe eyes blinking slowly as he absorbs your words.

“Is this seat taken?”

You turn to find Jin standing with a hand on the empty chair across from you.

Jisoo lets out a tiny “Yessss, game on,” and you covertly kick her under the table.

“Uh, I think Lisa is going to -” Glancing around, you don’t finish your sentence as you spy your friend sitting with the groomsmen. Oh, right. Lisa has her eye on Yi-jeong, having basically all but explicitly called dibs that morning when she saw him in his tuxedo. You can’t really blame her. “Nevermind.”

“Please, join us,” Jungkook offers, gesturing to the table. He says it so kindly that you can’t help but gawk at him in surprise. He doesn’t meet your gaze, but his palm rests on your thigh, rubbing lightly. Reassuringly.

Your heartbeat returns to normal as Jin smiles. “Thanks.”

Despite the ceremony being so modern, Jennie and Yoongi opted for more traditional dishes for dinner. For several minutes, there’s mostly an easy silence over the table, as everyone enjoys the janchi guksu and banchan in front of them, only the noise of clinking utensils filling the air. Well, that and the sound of the servers running back and forth to the bar, trying to keep up with drink orders.

Jisoo, as usual, is the first one to break the silence.

“Okay, Jin, professional opinion on the guksu?”

Jin chews thoughtfully for a few minutes. “I think they went a little heavy on the spicy soy sauce in the broth, but the noodles are just as tender as the ones I make. Oh, but you’ve had my noodles, YN, what do you think? Do they compare?”

All eyes focus on you, including Jungkook’s. You swallow quickly. “Um, I think these are just as good! And I really like the broth, to be honest.”

“You do like it spicy,” Jungkook murmurs under his breath, quiet enough that only you can hear him, and when you glance over, you’re met with that teasing smirk of his. It’s back again. For some reason, that’s more comforting to you than Jungkook’s hand on your thigh. Your heart does a somersault. It’s getting a real workout tonight.

“You know, I never really thought about it, but it must be hard for you to eat in public. People are probably always asking you for your opinions on their food, or tips on how to make it better,” Rosé says.

Jin shrugs. “Comes with the territory, I guess. I’m not gonna complain if people value what I think - and I’m always happy to help anyone improve their skills.” He swirls his wine glass before taking a sip. “But I suppose there can be a downside, too. Sometimes I just want to enjoy a meal without being asked to provide a full critique.”

“I can understand that,” Jungkook replies. Again the other heads at the table swivel.

“You can?”

Jungkook nods. “Yeah. Like, right now, I bet you’re all expecting me to be the first on the dance floor, right?” He laughs as everyone suddenly becomes very interested in their meals. “It’s okay. That’s how it is whenever I’m out with friends. I can’t just sit at the bar and have a drink. And I definitely can’t just sway with the crowd. Everyone expects me to show off.”

“I mean, I’m definitely hoping to see you turn up,” Rosé confirms, and Jungkook laughs again, gesturing at his point being proven.

“Sure, that sounds annoying. But outside of going out with your friends, how often are you in a situation where you’re asked to dance? People stop me everywhere. When I’m out shopping. When I’m on a plane. I even once had someone ask me for deglazing tips while I was at a funeral! It’s not quite the same as being asked to do the robot at the club.” Jin shakes his head dismissively.

Rosé mumbles, “I thought you weren’t gonna complain…?”

The two men eye each other for a few seconds as you hold your breath. Then Jungkook huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s not the same. That sucks, dude.”

You exhale, settling back in your seat.

Jin just hums, eyes darting back and forth between you and Jungkook before he speaks. “I suppose it’s just a small price to pay for being so successful.” He tips his wine glass back, emptying it. “Where are the servers hiding? I need a refill.”

“See, this is one of the benefits of being a financial analyst - absolutely no one wants to talk to me about what I do,” you grin.

“That’s because no one understands what you do,” Jisoo declares.

“She’s right.”

“Thanks, Rosé.”

Jisoo points her spoon at Jungkook. “Okay, but real talk, you are going to dance tonight, aren’t you? You wouldn’t deny us a show!”

“Ji, we just had an entire conversation about this!” you groan, throwing your hands up. “Can you not?”

“What? I’m just saying! The man is a born performer. Right?”

She looks at Jungkook, who nearly chokes on his wine in his haste to answer.

“Uh. Yes?”

“Right. So there’s no way you’ll leave us disappointed.”

“Let me get this straight - if Jungkook doesn’t dance for you, you’ll be disappointed?” you ask. “Hold on while I call Jimin and Taehyung real quick. Wait, sorry, I mean Min and Tae.”

“All I know is suffering,” Jisoo sighs.

“Oh, relax, Kitty Cat,” Rosé giggles, nearly doubling over at the confused look on Jin’s face.

As Jisoo loudly laments her choice of friends, Jungkook bends towards you, mouth brushing your ear.

“Don’t worry, jagi, whether or not I dance here, you can still have a private performance later. I’d never deny you.”

Heat works its way through your body as you shift in your seat, squirming slightly from the low rumble of his voice and the promise laced within. There’s a sudden prickling at the nape of your neck, that nagging sensation of someone watching you, but when you follow the feeling and glance over at Jin, he’s staring at his empty wine glass.

The tapping of a fork against stemware draws your attention to the married couple’s table. To your immense relief, Yoongi and Jennie had decided to nix the best man and maid of honor toasts, opting to say a few words themselves. Normally, Jennie does all the talking for the pair, but to your surprise, Yoongi rises to his feet, and the room falls silent.

“Jennie and I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you for coming. It means the world to us that you took the time out of your busy lives to celebrate with us.” He glances down at his bride, who smiles back, and Yoongi’s gummy grin gets bigger than you’ve ever seen it. “As you all know, Jennie and I have been together since our first year of college. We’ve been through so much together - college, grad school, finding jobs, losing jobs, moving from apartment to apartment - but we weathered it all, because we always had each other.”

Jennie’s cheeks are wet as she smiles at her husband. Yoongi takes her hand.

“Jennie, I don’t know what life has to throw at us yet, but I want you to know that I’m never worried, as long as I have you by my side.” He presses a kiss to the back of her hand, and there’s a chorus of awwww’s from the guests, including yourself. Jisoo rolls her eyes, but they’re already spilling over with tears, and you poke her in the side as she laughs.

“Here’s to you, my love. And to all of you with us here tonight. We can’t thank you enough for your love and support. Geonbae!” He raises his glass.

“Cheers!” his brother shouts, and the cry is echoed around the room as everyone raises their glasses to the couple.

Just when you think you couldn’t be happier, once again you feel a hand slip into yours, pressing palm to palm, fingers threading through. Jungkook doesn’t say a word, too busy clinking his drink against everyone else’s, but his hand tightens around yours when you look at him, and you feel as though you could float right through the ceiling if it weren’t for his strong grip.

To think that you nearly hadn’t asked him to come here with you. What a mistake that would’ve been. Thank god you’d ignored the constant fear and doubt in your head and listened only to the steady sureness of your heart.

You’re getting better at it.

YESTERDAY

After you coax her out of the closet, you and your friends turn Jennie’s apartment into a mini spa, trying to help the bride-to-be relax. By mid-afternoon, as everyone is giving each other manicures, you realize that the window on your day with Jungkook is swiftly closing, so you text him to let him know you won’t be coming home any time soon.

Not long after that, the door to Jennie’s apartment opens, and Yoongi walks in, trailed by Jin.

Jennie greets her fiancé happily, hugging him with her hands held straight out so as not to smudge her pretty new pink tips. “You’re home early!”

“Couldn’t focus. Decided to call it a day.” As ever, Yoongi seems completely unfazed to see you and your friends at his apartment. Sometimes you wonder what it would take to ruffle him. Probably something extreme like the zombie apocalypse. “Figured I’d grab my stuff and then get some dinner with Jin.”

Although they weren’t holding to every tradition, Jennie had insisted that they spend the night before the wedding apart. So Yoongi would be crashing at Jin’s tonight.

Jin nods at the sound of his name. “By ‘get some dinner’, he means ‘take advantage of his friend’s restaurant and score a free meal.’”

“As if you weren’t the one who offered,” Yoongi drawls, ignoring Jin’s squeaky chuckling.

“Sounds good, baby,” Jennie smiles as Yoongi presses a kiss to her cheek before he shuffles down the hallway towards their bedroom. “Do you guys wanna get some takeout?”

While Lisa, Rosé, and Jennie argue about what they feel like eating, Jin catches your eye. “Hey, you got a second?” He jerks his head towards Jennie’s kitchen. Rising from the couch, you follow, closing the door behind you.

“What’s u-oh!” Your question becomes an exclamation when Jin suddenly pulls you in for a hug, long arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you tight.

“Just wanted to get you alone,” he says, nose brushing yours as he smiles. “Hi.”

This is where the butterflies should come in. Standing this close to this incredible specimen of a man, this paragon of perfection, would normally send them flittering through you. Shivers should be running down your spine. Any number of excited reactions should be happening right now.

Right.

Now.

Except… they’re not.

“Hi,” you echo, grinning a bit weakly. Jin doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong with your smile, locking his hands behind your back.

“I heard you got some good news today.”

Your eyes widen as your stomach goes into freefall.

“You know?”

How? How on earth could he know about Jennie being pregnant?? Shit, did Lisa leave the pee stick out somewhere? Jisoo told her to put it -

“Of course I know! It’s my show.”

“It’s your show?” What the fuck does that mean??

Jin honks in delighted laughter at your obvious confusion. “The interview Wendy emailed you about - that’s for my show! The one Nosh picked up?”

The room tilts as gravity returns your stomach to normal. “Oh! Oh, wow!” Of course. The new project Wendy had referenced - it was Jin’s cooking show! “Wait, so we might be working together?”

“Yes! Er, maybe! I don’t know how closely or whatever, but basically, the Nosh execs told me Wendy’s firm is responsible for budgeting and figuring out revenue streams and - and that’s really all I remember, sorry.” He laughs. “Most of what they said went straight over my head, to be honest. But I spoke to her on a conference call today and she told me they had an open position for the team that’s assigned to my show, and she’d asked you to interview.”

“Wow, that’s really…” you trail off, lost in thought. “Isn’t it… the other night at the networking reception, weren’t you saying it might be a travel show?” You have a vague memory of Jin telling you what he wanted to do with his show if it got picked up by a network.

“That’s right. I pitched it as an exploration of local delicacies that often get overlooked by tourists. I’ll be going around the country, visiting tiny, off the beaten path restaurants and bars, and learning how to make their favorite dishes.”

Traveling for work. That was one of the perks Wendy had rattled off when she’d given you the sales pitch for her company. So, if you got this job, did that mean you’d be traveling with Jin?

Your mind is already wandering, thinking about what this new job might entail, when Jin brings a hand up to cup your face. His thumb traces your jawline.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing? You and I, on the road together. Me, discovering new meals to cook for you…” His voice drops, a low murmur meant only for you to hear. “Maybe picking up some new dance moves to show off…”

He rolls his hips slightly, jostling you right out of your tumultuous thoughts.

“Doesn’t that sound good?”

“It does,” you reply, mouth moving on autopilot, not waiting for your head to decide if it agrees.

“I know I haven’t had the time to take you out properly, and I’m sorry for that. But this is my chance to show you that I’m still in this.” He sucks in a deep breath. “I like you. And I’m hoping it’s not too late for me to say that.”

If this were a romantic movie, the music would swell now, strings soaring as he tips your mouth towards his. It’s a perfect moment, lush lips caressing yours, sweet and unhurried, lingering like he doesn’t care if anyone else walks in.

It’s a perfect moment, for sure. Just, not for you.

“Jin,” you begin, stepping out of his embrace, “I need to tell you something.”

A/N Pt. 2: To be continued!! (Sorry, the chapter was getting a bit long and this felt like a natural stopping point… what do we think so far??)

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disturbedbeautywrites · 8 months

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Ticking time bomb - Jake Seresin Imagine x bestie reader

A/N: okay so you guys loved protective Jake in the first blurb, so here’s some more of him. This can be a stand alone or read as part 2 to Her protector

Warnings: cursing, verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse, and Jake being protective again

The next week following the family day cookout were beyond tense in your household. You lived with your current boyfriend Nathan, and the fighting the two of you were doing just kept getting worse and worse. You were sleeping on the couch almost every night, you were crying yourself to sleep, and you were in a hole of despair. You had barely seen Jake since he stood up for you at the cookout, Nathan making sure he stayed far away from you. It absolutely broke your heart, but you felt trapped with absolutely no other choice.

It was a typical Saturday night, Nathan was out with his squad and you were at home watching a movie by yourself. You were curled up on the couch watching the notebook when he stumbled through the front door drunk as can be. “Hey, baby..” he started, trying to lean against the wall. “I saw your piece of shit ex best friend tonight. You’ll be happy to know he seems totally fine without you.” The words stung as you sat up, tears rolling down your cheeks. They couldn’t be true, could they? There’s no way Jake would just not care about you like that.

“You’re lying.” The words were a whisper that barely registered, your mind questioning if you even asked the words out loud. “I’m not. He is completely fine without you.” He had a shit eating grin on his face that absolutely broke you. You let out a shaky breath and unlocked your phone, a picture of you on Jake’s back instantly coming up. You two were in high school in this picture. Jake had just got done playing in a championship game and they had won and his mom had wanted a picture of the two of you to celebrate. You had missed school for two whole days to watch him play and the two of you had the biggest grins on your faces. He couldn’t be right. There’s no way.

You typed up a text to Jake asking how he could care so little about you and the response was clearly him being flabbergasted. What on earth are you talking about?

That sealed your fate with Nathan. Him, lying to your face about your friendship with Jake. “Fuck you.” That was all you said as you walked out to your car, tears rolling down your cheeks. It has been bad this week, but this was the lowest point. You felt so isolated and alone. Your phone rang repeatedly with calls from Jake, all of them going unanswered as you sat in your car numb and disconnected. What even was going on anymore?

You just sat in your car in the driveway , watching the rain pour down your windshield. It was like Mother Nature was in tune with your emotions and she was playing with the weather. You felt your phone vibrate again and you checked it, seeing Jake’s name pop up from a text message. Fuck it, I’m coming over.

And with that, you knew you had no choice in the matter. You sat for what felt like seconds, but you knew it was longer than that. You saw Jake’s headlights come into view and you numbly opened your door, seeing the boy immediately come into view. “Oh, Peach..” his voice was quiet, a tone only you got to see. He looked you over quietly, making sure there wasn’t a single scratch on you. His nostrils were flaring with anger as he took you by the hand and carefully helped you out of your car and into his truck.

No words were shared as you laid your head against the window, your eyes watching as the lights of the town blurred by. You closed your eyes and managed to try and keep your breath steady and normal.

Jake kept his eyes going from the road to you, his chest aching in a massive way. This was his fault. He introduced you to Nathan. It had ruined his entire plan for that night at the party. He had his friends in on it and he was going to have them pick you two for seven minutes in heaven and he was going to confess his feelings to you in the closet, but of course, Nathan took you over that night. He let out an audible sigh that got your attention, eyes shifting over to his as he stopped at a stop light. “He said you didn’t care about me anymore.” Your voice was quiet, barely a whisper that broke the quiet tension between the two of you. The blonde boy scoffed, looking at you incredulously, “Please. You are one of the only people in the world I care about besides my mom and sisters.” You felt a blush rise up in your cheeks as you looked down at your lap. You knew it was true.

“I know,” The words were a bit stronger than your last ones, a small smile gracing your lips as the two of you pulled into the driveway of the house that Jake shared with Bradley, the bronco parked in the other slot in the driveway. “Can we watch the losers?” It was your favorite movie and it would cheer you up instantly. He agreed and the two of you made your way into the house. You curled up on the couch under a blanket next to Jake.

You were watching the movie one second and then the next Jake felt a weight on his arm and you were knocked out. He chuckled quietly and attempted to keep watching the movie until he eventually passed out on the couch next to you.

The two of you slept like that for a few hours until you heard raised voices and you stirred from your sleep slowly. “She’s not here, just leave.” That was Bradley’s voice. “Seriously, man. Get the fuck out.” That was Jake’s voice. “I know she’s here, I saw your truck in my driveway Fiona hit.” And there was Nathan. You let out a shaky breath as you finally came too and stood up from the couch, it squeaking quietly under you.

“Baby, I know you’re in there.” You could hear Nathan and he sounded like the man you fell in love with, your heart shattered. “Please come home. I’ve been up worried sick about you all night.” You could feel your throat constricting and you could feel Bradley and Jake both looking at you. You looked down at the floor, thinking.

You could see Jake wanted to approach you. He wanted to tell you to stay, but he didn’t. It wasn’t his place. “Please baby girl, I’ll stop drinking for you, I promise.” And those were the words that did it, you took a few steps forward and moved between the two aviators and into Nathan’s waiting embrace. He kissed your forehead, apologizing profusely. You could visibly see Jake’s heart break as the two of you walked away, Nathan promising to never hurt you again.

However, little did you and Jake know, that you would show up at his house just days later black and blue and needing him more than ever.

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yeahyeahchloe · 10 months

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It Wasnt in my Head (2)

(a/n: ok chapter 2 time. ty for the love on chapter 1!! fyi.. reader is definitely based off me, so if you don't like her pls be nice about it! pls tell me if u see any typos. ♡︎)

Summary: Abby is the starting linebacker at UW and when her team starts to falter her coach decides to get the team into ballet, in order to teach them that grace and stability is important in football too. Abby is just as upset about her teammates about this, until she sees her pretty new ballet teacher...

dancer!reader x football!abby

!!ABBY IS STRAIGHT IN THE BEGINNING. READER IS HER GAY AWAKENING!!

I always knew I was meant to dance.

Ever since I first walked into a dance studio I knew it was just where I was supposed to be. My "calling" or whatever.

I walked into the familiar building with the familiar smell of rosin and wood flooding through my nostrils. I set down my ballet bag and began stretching, still in my sweatshirt and sweatpants.

It had been a week since Coach Vonn asked me to help with his teams little "issue" and the first day was finally here.

Its safe to say I'm absolutely fucking terrified.

I mean I know most girls hate the idea of being locked in a small studio with large groups of men, but as a lesbian?? Way way fucking worse.

As I was stretching I heard the door shut a good few times signaling that said men were coming in, but I chose to ignore it for the five minutes before the class actually started since I was sweating like a pig. Unfortunately that five minutes seemed to pass in seconds and it was time for me to get started.

I finally walked over to stand in front of a large group of men all staring at me. Waiting.

"Alright, I guess it's time to get started," I announced, pulling the quiet conversations in the room to a halt. "Ok we can just-"

The door slammed open interrupting me with a bang, I turned to yell at the person interrupting my class when I felt my breathing stop.

The person who opened the door stood now inside the studio, out of breath from rushing in. She was tall, taller than some of the other men on the team, with the most stunning honey blonde hair rolling down her back in a simple braid. She had a broad nose, yet softer eyes.

And to top it all off she was fucking MASSIVE.

And she was so fucking pretty.

"I'm so so sorry I'm late there was a train and then I couldn't find parking," The woman said in a voice as soft as silk.

I snapped out of my daze to answer the blonde in front of me,

"Oh, you're fine! We were just getting started," I told her, struggling to find my words.

She stalled for a minute looking in my direction for a little longer, but eventually looked away and nodded her head up at a few of her teammates in greeting.

"Uhmmm, ok! As I was saying, we can just get started with an introduction. My name Y/n L/n and I'm a junior here at WU. I was asked by Coach Vonn to teach you guys some ballet basics, in hopes of improving your muscle control, stamina, balance and, like, a ton of other things, um, we can just get started off with some stretching, which I know you all already know how to do that," I began, hoping to sound as put together and professional as possible.

Everyone began to stretch as I watched and observed them all.

Well, watched and observed the blonde who burst in earlier.

She had taken off her sweatshirt, so her deliciously large arms were now on full display, flexing with every movement. And her hands, god her hands, they were large too. The tendons that sat atop, her hands moved just as much as the muscles on her arms did.

I finally decided to tear my eyes away after realizing that I was staring for a creepily long amount of time.

"Ok, everyone lets start by learning our positions," I announced to the room.

The rest of the lesson went as they always do, and at the end I got a few thank yous, and everyone left.

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My front door made the same usual clanking noise as it unlocked, before I threw it opened and walked in, taking off my shoes at the door.

"Hey bitch!" A voice hollered from the kitchen.

Heyyy D!" I called back walking into the room.

Dina was seriously my favorite person. I had met her last year when I saw an ad on craigslist that said she was looking for a roommate. Hindsight says that using a craigslist ad to find a roommate was probably not a very good idea, but it worked out in the end.

"Were going to a motherfuckin party tonight!" She exclaimed, eating her microwave nachos.

"Aw, D, come on you know I hate parties," I reminded her as I grabbed my own plate and the bag of tortilla chips to start a dinner of my own.

"Y/nnnn I really really wanna get out and do something! I've been doing classes and sitting at home all. day." She groaned.

Her and Jesse must have gotten into another fight.

"Uhhhhmmmmmmnnuuugghhh yesokfine," I answered Dina, as she gave me her best puppy dog eyes. "I guess I deserve a night off too,"

"Hell yeah you do! Ok eat quick because we leave at 10,"

I glanced to the bright red numbers on the oven that read 8:45 and ate my now ready nachos slightly quicker.

I walked into my room and to my dresser and decided on a super basic party outfit: a mini dress.

My hair looked fine down, so I left it as I touched up my makeup from the day.

"Oh by the way, Ellie is coming and she says her friend is gonna meet us there," Dina told me after bursting into my room unannounced.

I smiled at that. I loved Ellie. She was a lot like me in many ways, and she was the one who helped me realize I was into girls.

She was also Dina's best friend so I kind of had to like her.

Around thirty minutes later Dina and I heard honking outside n signaling to us that Ellie had arrived to get us.

We both locked up, walked down the many stairs of our apartment complex, and piled into Ellie's car.

"Hey Els!" I said, sliding into the backseat.

"Hey sweet thing, how've you been?" She asked, eyeing me in her rearview mirror.

"Oh y'know, busy. Get this, I have to teach the football team how to do ballet, per their coaches request. Can you believe that shit? Its like watching a bunch of babies take their first steps," I answered her with my regular joking tone.

She snorted before following it with: "Jesus, looks like you need tonight more than Dina does,"

"Tell me about it,"

We pulled up to the house after another 5 minutes or so full of conversation.

And of fucking course.

Greek letters were proudly hung on the front of said house.\

"Dina, really? I didn't know this was a fucking frat," I told my friend, annoyance lacing my voice.

"Well I knew if I told you, you wouldn't have come," She turned around and looked at me while Ellie parked.

"Ok yeah I guess that's fair," I grumbled from the backseat.

I hate frats. Too many annoying misogynists who think they have a chance.

We got out of the car and approached the entrance where loud music was heard from a few feet away.

Here we fucking go.

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The Emperor's New Muse Part .4

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: bar fight, meeting Rhaast, getting to know the crew, discovering the universe is ending...a normal Tuesday.

The entire bar freezes, and every patron and crew member stiffens as Kayn’s glare locks onto you. A familiar chill fills your heart. You're used to Kayn’s angry gaze, having seen them so many times before. But this is different; you could feel the anger seething from the ordinary as it radiated in a wave from his body. Your heart pounds in your chest as Kayn stares you down. He slowly walks over to you, his heels clicking aggressively as he stomps his way toward you. You can feel his anger and hostility as the rest of the crew slowly stand up and prepare themselves. "Kill them all; leave the templar alive," Kayn orders his army.

Instantly, Jinx hauls out her minigun and starts shooting up the bar, spraying a barrage of bullets that ricochet off the walls. Everyone else in the bar is ducking down and scrambling to get out of the crossfire while Yasuo grabs both you and Sona and tries running you both out the back exit. It's not a successful rescue as three of the locus armada soldiers block off your escape by firing their plasma guns that barely miss you.

You all halt in your tracks and look around panicked. Kayn is advancing towards your group, looking pissed off as ever. "I knew I should've killed you when I got the chance; you were working with the morning star all along! And to think you almost got away with fooling me!" Kayn sneers, standing before you. He winds back his scythe and brings it down on you, making a clashing sound as it is intercepted by Yasuo's blade. Both blades begin to tremble as the two struggle to break through each other.

Kayn lets out a growl, sparks fly, and the metallic sounds grate on your ears. He pushes forward with more force, pushing Yasuo back but losing his footing in the process. His eyes narrow in fury as a surge of ora bursts out from him, coursing through the blades, making them both pulse with energy. He charges forward to strike Yasuo's blade again, letting out a deafening shout as he launches himself at the captain. He quickly kicks Yasuo off of him with a burst of raw energy.

A smirk spreads across Kayn’s face as he quickly withdraws his scythe and swings it into Yasuo’s torso, sending him flying across the room. With the path cleared, Kayn quickly advances towards you as he draws his scythe once again "You will pay for your treachery (Y/N)!".

Before he can bring it down on your head, Jinx dives into its path and takes the hit for you. You see her get launched into the air and slam hard onto the ground "out of the way!". You watch in horror as she struggles to get back up. Kayn approaches and is about to bring his scythe down on her.

Like a bull, Malphite charges and slams his entire body into the ordinal at full force, knocking Kayn over. The giant rages with harsh, ragged breaths; his nostrils flare, and his teeth are bared. Malphite balls his hands into fists and threateningly pounds them together. Kayn looks at Malphite, determined to slice him down.

With absolute, calm, and cold efficiency. He swings the scythe down into Malphite's massive form without hesitation, cleaving a deep gash into the thick hide of his chest"The big ones always fall the hardest". Malphite lets out a painful yell and stomps his large feet to throw off the ordinal. Kayn stands his ground, waiting for a follow-up attack.

But Malphite is held back as a magic bolt of Ora attacks Kayn. It deals him damage, forcing him to stumble backward. You follow the source of the attack and see Sona now glaring at the ordinary as she floats above the ground, her robes swishing. She sends out another wave of ora, this time towards the morning star members, healing her wounded allies. Her eyes are focused and unnervingly calm.

She lets out a wave of celerity, and you feel yourself become light, like you were almost lifted off the ground. You dash forward into the turmoil of the fight. The agile boost of Sona's ability allows you to move with such speed and grace throughout the bar. Flying beams of concentrated plasma, bullets, and ora are whizzing by you as you dodge the attacks and crossfire between the morning star and the locus armada. You make your way towards Kayn, jumping up and then leaping off of a table to attack from above. Bringing your leg up to your chest, you swing your leg downward, cutting it between his trapezius, where his shoulder meets his neck.

You bring Kayn to the floor, onto his hands and knees. Drawing back your leg you swing it again to kick him in the head, Kayn's face twists up into an unsettling grimace as he struggles against the immense pain that you have dealt him. Blood spills from his mouth and nose, coating the area around him in a thick crimson sheen. You are readying to kick him again when Kayn moves to block your shin with the handle of his scythe, you come into contact with it swiftly and a sharp pain shoots up your leg. The force of your kick breaks through Kayns block, knocking the scythe from his hands which clatters to the ground away from the both of you.

There is the briefest of a silent pause as you and Kayn eye each other wildly, glancing back between yourself and the scythe a few feet away. You lunge forth but fall face first to the floor as Kayn's augmented mechanical arm grabs your ankle and drags you back, you flip yourself onto your back and use your free leg to kick at his grip on you. The two of you continue to struggle as you both attempt the other from reaching the scythe, around you the Locus armada is fighting against the morning star crew, Jinx is launching her array of weapons seamlessly switching from her minigun, rocket launcher, shock pistol, and snare grenades that look oddly like...Malphite?

Kayn and you continue to roll across the bar floor unbothered by the shell casings and shattered glass. Yasuo jumps over the both of you to sweep through a line of armada slicing them with his blade, Malphite attacks with his fists making claps of thunder shook the waves of armada with aftershocks while Sona hovers above it all supporting her teammates with her ora.

You get thrown back under Kayn as he rolls on top of you again, your hand goes to claw at his face and attempts to push him off of you but his strength rivals your own as the both of you tremble against the other's force. Kayn's strong hands grip you tightly, pinning you down to the floor below him as his body hovers just inches above you. His face remains calm and yet dangerous. He stares at you with cold, unforgiving eyes, seemingly unmoved by your attempts to escape his grasp. The room is chaotic, with gunfights and magic battles blazing all around you, but you and him seem somehow oblivious to it all.

With Kayn on top, you were given the perfect opportunity to gain the upper hand, without warning you thrust your knee. A sharp gasp escapes Kayn's lips as you land a direct hit on his most vulnerable of spots. He flinches and groans in pain, his body loosening for but a second. You can manage to slip free with some leverage and quickly place your feet on top of his shoulders to kick off him, sliding along the floor towards the scythe. He reaches out to regain his grip but it is too late, you are free and you got to his scythe first.

Before Kayn can lunge for you again Yasuo blocks him off with a wall of energy keeping you safe from the ordinary for now. You hurry to bend down and grab the scythe.

The chaos around you suddenly drowns out, the screams and gunfire become muffled and your ears begin to ring before it all goes silent. You watch as the world around you slows down, bullets hang in mid-air, and flashes of plasma halt in their trajectory. Then everything goes black. Like being suddenly sucked into an endless void, You feel like you are sinking, dread sits heavy in your stomach and your heart thrums in your ears. Within the Darkness that swallows you a dark chuckle rumbles.

The grip you have on the scythe tightens as you hold it out defensively, spinning around trying to see through the black shroud. "Show yourself" You demand still struggling to make out a single thing. The sinister voice only responds with more laughing, you grit your teeth and lash out at the darkness, spinning out the scythe and slashing at the air, leaving iridescent light trails that follow the blade's motion. It's oddly beautiful, yet you can't admire that as your heart trembles in the clutches of fear.

Whispers swirl in your mind, hushed and sinister, fogging up your own thoughts, drowning you in a sea of darkness as deep and void as the expanse that swallowed you. Your hands feel warm and pull your attention towards that sensation, your eyes glance to the blade of the scythe and then to the ora at its center. The mass of gold essence ripples and warps, it's mesmerizing.

"How interesting, you have not gone insane. That's a first" Comes a voice, one that reverberates through your body. "Come out you coward" You respond continuing to spin around keeping an eye out for anything that moves in the shadows. The voice only cackles. "I think you misunderstand. I am already before you...within your grasp"

Once again your eyes tail back to the scythe in your hands "Yeeeeesss..." that guttural tone growls. Feeling uneasy about this new revelation you cautiously ask.

"Who are you?"

You hear a name, breathed out like a sigh. One that sounded as mysterious and foreboding as the scythe you held.

"Rhaast"

Frowning, you remember hearing it. Back when you were aboard the Fractal Shear mother ship. When Kayn mentioned that name. Only you assumed he said "Rust".

The voice cackles in your head "Ah, I can see your little mind connecting the dots. How adorable."

Confused even further, you ask the scythe. "What are you?"

"Why I am the very voice of the ubiquitous organic you call 'Ora'". You scoff and roll your eyes.

"I'm calling bullshit on that".

"Your disbelief, or rather your skepticism, is quite endearing. But I am very much real. I am the very manifestation of power. I am the essence of everything that is, and of everything that will ever be."

Your brow quirks up, still doubtful of the scythes words. "Oh? if that's so, what may the consciousness of Ora itself be doing in a scythe of all places?" You shift your grip on the scythe. "Where did you come from? What do you want?"

Another chuckle rumbles through the scythe as the ora at its center warps and flickers, resembling an eyeball that rolls over to glance at you. "Your feeble mind couldn't comprehend it if you tried". There is a pause before Rhaast speaks again.

"I call out to many. To seek someone worthy."

"Worthy? Worthy of what?"

Before you can receive a response you suddenly feel a force yank at Rhaast, the movement jerking you forth. Immediately the illusion evaporates and you are thrown back into the bar, into the fight between yourself and the locus armada. As you come to, you see Kayn is now inches in front of you. The Scyth-Rhaast is now back in his possession.

His blue eye locks with yours in an intense glare, studying your features for any information. He knows that you know. After being trapped in a trance of staring each other down, Jinx interrupts by ruthlessly slamming the back of Kayn's head with her minigun, taken by surprise Kayn staggers forth which you avoid by sidestepping the Ordinal.

Yasuo's hands clap onto your shoulder, gripping on before tugging you forcefully to run. You can see Malphite grab Jinx and throw her onto his back which she stands on by holding onto one of his dorsal spines. Sona hovers in the middle of your group casting another celerity spell aiding in your chase out of the bar.

The five of you crash out of the back exit onto a derelict alleyway the sound of the fight inside pouring out with you. Jinx is whooping from excitement while Yasuo urges your group to keep running. "Go! Go! GO!"

Behind you as you run is the chasing fleet of the leftover armada with Kayn leading the front. He pursues your group, determined as he pushes his muscular body to close the space between you with each powerful stride.

Jinx, while perched on Malphite's back, fires at Kayn and his army. Some managed to hit the locus armada, picking them off so they fall and trip up their comrades. Yet, no matter how many times she blasted pow-pow or, fishbones, Kayn always dodged each one, flexing his body to twist and roll to avoid each shot. "So cool" murmurs Jinx with a slight blush on her cheeks while she continues to fire at Kayn.

You continue to sprint through the streets of Buildporter, towards the main docking station for ships. The poor space lizard on Yasuo's shoulder bounces violently, its large head bobbing with each stride the space pirate takes. There are many ships ported here, including the unnecessarily large mother ship of Kayns Locus armada, you continue to run past these spaceships further and further from the central area of the port. Looks like Jinx landed their ship somewhere a bit more discreet.

Finally, you rapidly approach what you assume is the morning star, it too is a rather large jasmine yellow and turquoise ship. Yasuo hurries you and the others onboard taking the position at the command center while Jinx throws herself into the pilot's seat, engaging the thrusters onto full blast. You press yourself against the orange windows peaking down onto the port below where you can make out the tiny figures of Kayn and the armada closing in on your ship quickly shrinking smaller as the morning star takes off out of orbit. A faint whisper echoes in your head as you leave "We'll talk later"

And that's how you ended up running away with the Morning Star. Sighing in relief you relax a little seated next to Sona who quietly watches you. You take a moment to look around the interior of the room, the walls were decorated with an abundance of fairy light strings that draped over various bottles mounted on the wall with tiny ships inside along with varying sizes of framed photos, it was made to look cozy and personalised to the team. Yasuo, Jinx and Malphite eventually join you on the red circular couch.

"You guys have a really nice ship" you admire. Earning a smug smirk from Yasuo. "Thanks! We stole it ourselves!" Jinx chimes in. Sona shakes her head in disappointment. Jinx excitedly recounts the story of how everyone met.

As it turns out Yasuo was once a premiere body guard for celebrities and imperial dignities, living a life of luxury among the superstructures and gleaming lights of the largest metropolis in the coreworlds-

"I was, and still am a Talented, Handsome man also" Yasuo's says, butting in which made you roll your eyes.

Jinx used to work for a deep space mining operation, unsurprisingly her destructive tendencies got her fired after somehow managing to crack the asteroid she was on by herself ultimately ending with herself getting fired.

As it turns out, the giant blue alien Malphite has a heart of gold (and a bit of a temper problem). He and Jinx worked together in the same team at a mining operation, Jinx was the explosives technician and Malphite oversaw their drilling team. You assumed Malphite didn't speak, up till now all you had seen him do was perk up for a fight and happily munching on a 64 pack of horse chicken nuggets and chaos zone sauce.

However Malphite does in fact speak, in short simple and slow sentences but he can speak it none the less. You feel a little guilty and ashamed for assuming he couldn't because he reminded you of a gorilla. Sure he wasn't a Winston in terms of communication but he surely was impressive in other ways.

Before working in the mines, Malphites dream was to be an internal medic. But medical school was expensive, so he worked hard both as a miner and as a pit boss of the fighting rings held afterwork to save half his pay checks towards that.

Unfortunately after meeting Jinx, Malphite would use all of his earnings to replace the equipment she constantly destroyed. He didn't mind though because the two of them had developed a deep friendship and were the bestest of buddies.

Yasuo took over the story telling again to explain one day he was framed for the murder of his brother, and after being of the run for so long Demaxian enforcers and rogue agents alike finally closed in on him. So that's when he picked up a couple of down-and-out lunatics at a local bar, hijacked a ship, and ran.

They've been on the run ever since with Sona recently joining their rag tag crew, apparently she sought out Yasuo directly hoping to avert an unknown disaster that will destroy all of creation.

You interject. "Wait what? The universe is ending?"

Part five: is here!

#kayn shieda #shieda kayn #kayn league of legends #kayn x reader #league of legends x reader #kayn league of legends x reader #odyssey kayn

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born-to-riot · 25 days

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WIP Wednesday

Since there is exactly one week until the day I plan to post my @polyacotarweek fic, I think it's time I share a little snippet of Nesta's adventure with Amren and Varian.... in their bed hehehehe

TW: NSFW

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[So 900 words may be too long for a snippet but just so you have an idea of what you're getting into, this is the message I sent @acourtofladydeath when I came up with this idea: (I think there is a sore lack of vamren in the community and shall I fix that by having them invite a third? Shall it be Nesta? Shall Amren show her how to harness her potential by taking it out on a needy overstimulated Varian?)

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“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, did we leave you alone too long,” Amren coos to her lover. Varian sits exposed on a simple wooden chair in the middle of the couple’s bedroom. The Summer Court male’s head is hanging low, his white tendrils of hair acting like a shield in front of his face. Nesta did not pick up on any sort of response from the male that indicates that he acknowledges their presence. She takes a quick peek over at Amren and decides not to worry after finding the other female to seem emphatically unconcerned. Nesta watches on silently as the tiny fae takes a couple soft predatory steps towards the subdued male. Nonetheless, she stills to take in the view of the delicious specimen of man in front of her. Nesta can admit fully that she has never really given much thought to Varian before, not really having much time to assess him in the short three months after the war with Hybern. However, now, she can’t seem to look away from the large male’s thick muscular thighs, his heavy cock, his beautiful dark skin–fuck, Nesta feels her cunt throb in anticipation.

“Baby boy,” Amren releases another coo, causing Varian to finally raise his gaze to meet his Mistresses and causing Nesta to shiver for a different reason entirely. Now, not only does she have a better view of the male himself, a white blindfold and ball gag rendering his sight and ability to speak obsolete; but also she can see his nostrils flaring and his muscles twitching. Nesta is absolutely enraptured in the scene in front of her as she watches Varian suddenly seem to try to lunge in Amren’s direction, the man trying and failing to get closer to her, his muscles bulging in their effort to win a one-sided battle against his restraints.

But it isn’t until Nesta spots Varian’s collar, large and heavy on his neck, that she feels her nipples harden and another bout of wetness starting to form between her folds. Here, on Varian’s neck, in Amren’s apartment in Velaris, was one of the Summer Court’s infamous blood rubies. The massive jewel's weight was supported by a two-inch thick diamond encrusted platinum band. She knows it must sit heavy on his neck, it seems almost impossible that a jewel that large could be fixed upon a collar without falling, but here it stands.

Last Nesta had checked, the source material of Prythian’s most common nightmares had decided to use this ‘threat’ as a paperweight. Although, she can’t deny how much the pathway to her center steams at the thought of the Summer Court male being made to wear a sign of ownership stamped with the ultimate symbol of betrayal of his own court, an invocation of a feud on a personal level.

Nesta can’t help but muse over what the thrill of incurring such a depth of loyalty from another must taste like, she wonders too, greedily and needily what it feels like to be such a fearsome predator to surpass the laws of societal expectation. Is this Amren’s subtle yet personal way of invoking her own feud, a remnant of the possessive creature that once roamed inside of her that is furious at the land for claiming ownership of something that she marked as hers. She also wonders heatedly, enviously, what it would be like to be wanted that furiously. Need starts to play at the strings of her core, she can feel it heating and readying itself for something more.

“Don’t be shy now boy,” Amren instructs Varian, the man immediately turning his head in the direction of her voice, clearly desperate for her touch. Nesta would be lying if she said the palpable smell and taste of his desperation didn’t cause her clit to start to throb.

The sweetness of the pair in front of her simultaneously puts Nesta on edge as well as incurs yet another thrum of heat inside of her. Amren is never sweet. Nesta watches on as her mentor finally reaches her lover–no, her pet. Amren looks Varian up and down with a hungry gleam in her eye before grabbing his chin roughly, causing what sounds like a gruff moan to escape the large man’s lips. That’s all it took? Nesta thinks to herself.

“You haven’t even been touched boy and you’re already sweating?” Amren tuts, roughly maneuvering his chin as she gives him a thorough inspection, the male seemingly keening into the contact despite its roughness. Nesta tries not to get whiplash as Amren softly pats the male’s cheek twice with her free hand before letting it drop to rest on her waist.

“Pathetic,” the ancient one scoffs, finally releasing her other hand’s grip on his chin.

Nesta realizes that the male in front of her is not the same one that has been a frequent guest at their dinner table over the last couple of months. No, tonight she is not looking at the same captain of Tarquin’s guard nor the commendable battle tactician that she has come to know. Instead, Nesta finds herself looking at Amren’s pet. As soon as the thought crosses her mind though, Nesta is hit by a shudder that rolls through her entire body, a shock of a reprimand from something deep in her core, something primal. No, Nesta reprimands herself, straightening her posture as she starts to make her own way towards Varian. Tonight, he is her prey.

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hehehehe if you liked this then feel free to come back next week to see the full thing (hopefully I will come up with a title before then)

EDIT: im slow so this is going to be posted on the free day!!!!

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nocturneblight · 12 days

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(Edward’s caticature)

He tilted his head, “En… thu? What kind of name is that? I don’t hear such unique sounding names like that around here”

Jenecis shrugged, “Dunno myself honestly, I questioned the same thing, all I know is that it sounds fake”

He nodded “Well that’s good to know, I uh… meant to ask another thing actually, What do they look like?”

Jenecis grabbed her magical apparatus and yanked out her ethereal pen, jotting down on the transparent tablet again, With one quick tap, she pulled up a realistic depiction of the hero.

“Yellow eyes, grey fur with black markings, two tone colors, ridiculous height, a large frame, pointy ears and one big fluffy tail that followed behind her”

The depiction would be considered frightening, had the hero not been tripping face first into a flower garden.

Edward questioned, “uh, that’s a really good depiction but what’s up with her falling? Did you draw that?”

Jenecis laughed, “Draw? Absolutely not, this is a replica of a past time, Like a memory, ya know?”

Edward became confused, “a what now? Can that thing read memories?”

Jenecis grabbed the see-through sheet and lifted it up to her face,

“Here I’ll show you, come closer” she said, smirking slightly.

He inched forward, “Is this good?”

“A little closer”

He walked forward a little, “Right here?”

Jenecis peaked her head out from the tablet “Closer”

He then walked so close that his nose gently touched the apparatus.

He snorted a little as the magic tickled his nostrils from being so close to it.

“Unf. Ish tish closhe enuff?” He mumbled, so close to the oddity that his voice was muffled.

Jenecis giggled, “Righto! Stay still!”

*Boop!*

The apparatus logged the photo in itself, jenecis laughed more.

“Hehe, come take a look Edward” she snorted a bit.

He looked at the tablet and saw his snout pressed against it, His wide eyes goofily looking about, his head looked massive from the angle.

“Well that’s not a flattering angle, yeah?” He said, not amused by his close up.

Jenecis giggled again, trying her hardest not to go into another fit.

“Heh, don’t worry, You’ll never look as bad as enthu tripping.”

He smirked a bit “hehe, that’s true…” he trailed off,

“Anyway, That’s really neat! You’ll have to show me how to use it sometime” he said.

He quickly caught himself on his own words, “If it’s okay with you of course!”

Jenecis faded the tablet away, “Of course I will Edward, you don’t have to be nervous about it, within the next three days we can toy with it a bit, I’m sure it’ll be loads of fun!”

They both smiled for a moment, basking in the delight of tension that was eased by conversation.

He spoke again, “Yeah, about the next three days… You said you wanted me to stay here only, right?”

Jenecis nodded, “Correct, well, by now there should only be two days left but other than that…” she thought a moment.

Her eyes shot wide, she snapped her finger, “Oh shoot I got work to do! Morning patrol is probably out already!”

She quickly ran into the closet, with loud rustling she jumped back out in her armor, she bolted towards the door and waved at him.

“Okay dude, You just uh… enjoy yourself I Guess? Feel free to look around, If you get bored or hungry you’re fully welcome to the pantry, Eat whatever you want.” She said, fastening her armor on and making sure it fitted.

He pointed around “I um, Can go anywhere in here?”

Jenecis nodded again “Oh yeah, Nothings off limits, Just don’t break anything please, I’ll be back in a couple of hours, Oh! I just recalled, If you need sleep you can hop in the room just over there!”

She pointed towards the basement stairs, there was a door next to them just before the first step.

“Just park yourself in there if need be, In fact, I’m sure it’ll be to your liking since it’s an actual bed- Er, anyway! Good day Edward, I’ll be back in a number of hours near dusk alright?”

He smiled and looked at her, “Thank you! I’ll be waiting for you! Have a good day jenecis!” He said, waving his hand at her.

Jenecis smiled, fastening her last strap on her gauntlets, she looked back at him.

“I could get used to hearing that” she thought.

She rushed out the door and closed it, leaving off to her duties as town guard.

As she closed the door, he looked around, wondering what to do next.

“Well, I didn’t think about this… what am I gonna do for now…” he thought, his eyes wandering around the house.

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bellas-wof-designs · 2 years

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BATTLEWINNER

I'm really proud of this one and started with her horns because I wanted to lean into the large, massive, almost classic-shaped big dragon- just scary and imposing and cool

Higher Res Image: https://imgur.com/a/khFTCiR

Design Notes and Headcanons: Under cut!

-Voice headcanon: can't find one currently. Whatever it'd be, it would have the "icy" effect I describe below. -I gave her a big frost patch that penetrates her front skin, threatening to spread like it does when she leaves her cauldron in the books. Its sparkly and glows slightly -Frost vapor slowly seeps out of her mouth, nostrils, and ears at all times and sometimes her eye sockets if she gets worked up enough. -When she coughs, small particles and shards of ice come out and rake her throat; the same happens when she speaks, so she tends to not do so unless she absolutely has to. -With the previous being said, yelling absolutely SHREDS her throat and sometimes she lets small bits of lava seep into her mouth to sooth it- but she can't let it go too far down or it will injure the parts of her insides that aren't frozen. -She has really rhaspy voice and you can hear tinkly sounds on certain syllables -She has really big spikes, and NightWing spikes grow like this more so than other tribes as a sign of age. MudWing bodies also do this. Battlewinner's spikes make her look even bigger than she is -Battlewinner's crown does not melt in the lava and like all crowns, have special hooks that wrap around the horns so it does not fall off. For scale, her crown could comfortably wrap around the front of Clay's neck! -Her entire body has random nicks, scars, and other marks from battle and being as old as she is. The scars on her snout and face are from the same the IceWing that breathed frost into her throat; from grabbing it to hold it open

#wings of fire #wof #wof battlewinner #battlewinner #battlewinner wof #nightwing #dragon #character design

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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pairing: kakashi hatake/fem!reader

warnings: profound age gap. kakashi is 32, reader is 21 and an inuzuka. one bed trope.

word count: 3.5k

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KAKASHI'S tardniness had always been a pet peeve of hers.

Resting one shoulder against the left side of the massive gates leading outside of the Leaf village that was her home, y/n loosed a low hiss the sear of worn wood brought against her arm. By the time it dulled into a tingle of bearable warmth, her impatience was already way past its boiling point.

Pochi - her trusty Ninken, laid sprawled beside her feet now. Lazily stretching out its hefty paws onto the thick crust of dirt with a whimpering yawn, the wolf-like canine had long since turned grouchy from the fervent heat. y/n watched as its tongue draped over the panting muzzle like a prestigious red carpet in meek attempt of cooling down. The late-afternoon sun above their heads was interminable after all; outright blazing.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon, Po." the languid Inuzuka sighed. Her canine only voiced a jaded grumble in response.

Her foot ceased its otherwise relentless tapping as soon as a familiar scent wafted to her sensitive nose. The impatient woman inhaled deeply. Vanilla and feeble traces of lavender sharply bit into her nostrils with each breath - enveloped her heightened senses. She whipped her head to the side in one sharp motion.

And there he was; Kakashi Hatake.

Her former Sensei.

Pestering her with that irritatingly aloof demeanor he always had a habit of sporting, Kakashi stood a small distance behind his erstwhile student. Both strong forearms adorned with rippling muscle leisurely crossed over his chest. She spotted the signature little smut book he clutched loosely with the tips of his fingers; as if he had absolutely no shame at all in showing his love for obscene literature to her. Or anybody else for that matter.

"Well, don't just stand there." he murmured, the velvet undertone in his voice vehemently playful. A single ebony eye danced with ardent mischief as it connected with her feline-like pupils, "As far as I know, we've got a rogue ninja to catch."

"You're late." she drawled in response. Pushed herself from the gate with a tiresome eye roll, and ushered her Ninken with a sharp click of her tongue. "C'mon, Po. The sooner we get this mission over with, the better."

"Now, is that a proper way to talk to your Sensei? Who you haven't seen in a while, might I add..." Kakashi mused as she brushed past him, fixing the straps of her backpack into place. The exasperated side-eye she sent his way made him release a quiet chuckle, he never considered withholding in the first place.

"You're not my Sensei anymore." she replied. Could barely wait to slip into the dense forest, and cool down her heated skin in its comforting shadows. Even the layer of sweat to gather on her forehead was thick and warm to the touch as she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

"Well, what am I to you, then?" Kakashi questioned as he caught step with her.

"Annoying." her jab was swift to leave her tongue.

The complacent grin she gave him at his scoff of disapproval made his uncovered eye fall to the sharp incisors to protrude past her plump bottom lip. He knew damn well that the gaze to linger on her lips was far too long to be considered only platonic. And yet, the whiplash of a pulse which had started to hammer and clang against his broad ribcage might have felt just a tad too good to ignore. Kakashi felt his chest tighten, but resisted the urge to rub a hand over the ache.

"You good?" she pulled him out of the disarray that was his train of thought.

"Mm?" he fumbled, clearing his throat, "Perfectly dandy. Why?" The inside of his mouth felt dry, the roof of it scratchy. He could use some water.

"Your pulse... I can hear your heartbeat." she trailed off warily, one brow arched. She paused for a moment. "Your blood smells kind of sweet. You're sure you're feeling alright?"

Kakashi's shoulders stiffened. Christ, have her abilities really honed that much ever since she had been promoted to Jōnin? Of course any Inuzuka would have sufficed for this particular mission, and yet fate's tricksy intentions had decided to bring her to him - his former student.

The student he had caught residing inside his filthy mind ever since she had grown into a woman. The student who had filled his head more often than not whilst he ran a single calloused hand across the aching hardness which occurred only because he kept thinking about her in the first place.

The first time he had done it - imagined her in such sinful scenarios, Kakashi felt ashamed. He hadn't touched himself for days after that first time; the guilt and shame to accompany the bliss far too bothersome to ever make him slip a hand below the waistband of his favoured joggers for a second time.

It wasn't until Obito Uchiha had successfully persuaded him into accompanying him to a bar on the fifth night of his feeble obstinacy, that he succumbed to his desires again. Kakashi had come home drunk that night and so fucking needy, and just... Gave in. No matter how guilt-ridden his conscious was after the deed had been done and the need satisfied, the fantasies still creeped their way back into that stupid, yearning brain of his. Outright surged in, like a damn waterfall.

Besides choking the lustful beast that was his desire into submission, Kakashi as well finally dared acknowledging the passion he felt for his former student that unfortunate night. And that passion grew. It grew with each steady pump of his trembling digits across his cock in the safe confines of his lonely apartment, until her name had begun to leave his lips in hoarse whispers. They stuck to the ceiling of his bedroom - those soft murmurs of her name. Mocked him whilst he waited for sleep to overtake him, and for the sweat clinging to his feverous skin to dry out.

Kakashi wanted it. Wanter her. Yearned to force his tongue inside her mouth, so that he could drag it all over her baleful teeth. Desired to experience them graze along his neck in attempt of stifling a scream of his name as he'd have his way with her.

She was wild - untamed. Made him fear that she'd devour him whole if she wished. Some deep, primal part of him just knew that she'd tug and rip his clothes to shreds. That she'd drag her claws across his back and shoulders, and whisper the dirtiest of obscenities into his ear before running that sharp tongue all over his earlobe, neck, chest... It was that hot impulsiveness her clan was known for, after all.

But what she also was; was prohibited territory. A line which he - as her former Sensei, most definitely should not cross.

"I'm fine," Kakashi muttered, his jaw tight. "Let's just focus on the mission."

A reminder meant more for him, than her.

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He couldn't focus.

No way. Not when she stood in front of him in her little pyjama shorts and too-tight t-shirt, stretching her arms above her head like she knew exactly what it was doing to him. Sitting on the edge of the narrow bed they were forced to share in the miserable rented room for the night, Kakashi tried to his best ability to subdue his gawking. Every inch of her bare legs was like a blessing; the way her shirt rode up with the stretch a curse.

The silver-haired Jōnin had been initially uncomfortable after entering the shabby inn whilst bearing the knowledge that there was only a single bed to be spared from the inn-keeper. Despite the fact that it was far better than sleeping outside, it was a nuisance of an entirely different kind. And because of it, Kakashi had offered to sleep on the floor. Like the gentleman he certainly wasn't.

She just gave him a nonchalant shrug of shoulders and told him that she didn't care what he did.

Kakashi to his own surprise, used the chance to share a bed with her, though not before providing a swift lie of an aching back the warm floorboards would have given him in the morning. The smirk she gave at his nervous rambling was nearly derisive. It was like she knew that he was bursting with enough vigour to survive an aching back with profound ease. Like she had seen past all of the faux layers of decency, and grasped him for what he truly was; a filthy, twisted bastard. One who was rotten straight to the goddamn core.

One that she still allowed to sleep right next to her, despite all of those wicked faults.

Kakashi listened to every calm breath she exhaled into the darkness of the small room. Strained to hear the raspier breaths her Ninken voiced just outside the other side of the door. The overwhelmed Copy Ninja could barely control the pounding of his heart. She was so close after all; mere inches away. Exactly like he had imagined it for aeons.

All he'd have to do was turn to the side and reach for her. Run his palm across the middle of her spine that was facing him. Hook his fingers to her hair and tug. Tug until her neck would become exposed for his mouth to find its rightful place upon, until she'd begin rolling her hips against his own in order to gain more friction. Until they'd both be panting, turning into nothing more than a mess of entwining limbs and moans; such deep guttural moans, and pleading, and-

"Calm down." she murmured, her voice nothing more but a lazy whisper.

"I'm... I'm not doing anything." he replied, all senses going alert. Swallowing the thick saliva that had gathered inside his mouth, Kakashi felt his body fall stiff as a board. Even his skin felt too taut as it stretched over his bones.

"Aha." she drawled in answer, "You're sweating a damn river."

"It's really hot." he countered. "Summer and all that..."

"I can smell the anxiety on you." she bit right back. "It's bitter."

Oh, thank God and the great Heavens above that she thought of his sweat as only his nerves getting the best of him.

He didn't look her in the eye when she turned to her other side to glare at him in the dark room. They stared at each other in utter silence for a few moments. Far closer than he ever had the pleasure of seeing her. Finally, she sighed, running a tired hand across her face.

"Just spit it out already."

His eyes went wide with the statement, "Sorry?"

"Spit out what's bothering you." she repeated, fierce eyes narrowing down at him. "You've been acting strange the entire day."

Kakashi paused. Both crimson and ebony irises warily flicked across her face when he said, "Aren't you uncomfortable sharing a bed with me?"

He watched as her head cocked to the side at the cautious question, "Why should I be uncomfortable? I've known you for years."

"True," he uttered, fumbling with the words to follow, "But I'm a man." So obvious.

"So?"

Kakashi didn't answer. He couldn't - mustn't. Rather stared at her, trying to contain the blush to bloom on his cheeks underneath her sharp stare. Always so peculiar - her eyes. He was thankful for the mask.

"Well?" she uttered, those goddamn cat-like slits unmoving from his own pupils. She simply did not know when to yield. Knew even less when to drop a subject. Damned Inuzuka clan and their stubbornness.

"Nothing," he said, finally breaking their gaze with a turn of his head. "Just go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"You can't tell me what to do." she let out a dry chuckle, the laugh cynical. Poked and prodded at him, because she deemed it fun to watch him stumble.

Her tone struck a nerve. Kakashi pushed upward by digging both elbows into the hard mattress. Met her face to face, whilst narrowing his eyes, "I can't?"

"No," she grinned, the gleam of her teeth honed against the dark, "I'm way past that age, Sensei."

He swallowed at the title; at the teasing tone she had weaved into it. His Adam's apple bobbed with the motion as he acknowledged the tension to drop between them. Thick and sticky. It made him blurt out the suggestive words before he could collect himself enough to stop them, "It doesn't matter how old you are... You will obey."

She blinked. And Kakashi knew; knew that he had messed up as soon as the eerie calm of her voice reached him, "I most certainly will not." The words were covered in ice, every vowel a shard.

"You will."

"Or what?" she said, the snarl nothing short from mocking, "What are you gonna do about it?"

They glared at each other. Scowled, even. And he stared at her, the Sharingan Obito had gifted him all those years ago blazing. He was trying so hard to tame that fire within him. To resist the urge of grabbing her by the throat and pinning her right against the bed. To force her to obey. Every breath drawn proved too shallow, too sharp. Such intense appeal; his student. It was the only reason why he had been so easily provoked in the first place. No one could make his head swim with white-hot anger and impulsiveness like she did, after all.

But she was just that; his student. So much younger, that it'd be a mistake. And so, Kakashi forced himself to look away first. Tried to not pay any mind to the grim silence to fall between them, and listened to his hammering pulse, instead. The feeling of her eyes on him sent a shiver down his spine, but he repressed it just the same.

She watched his entire stature shrink. Watched him shut down the desire, the craving. He strangled it and caged it down somewhere deep within that twisted soul of his. Even the light in his eyes seemed to dim out. Only a ghost remained.

"Coward." she breathed finally, the word laced with distaste.

Her ruthless disapproval became his undoing.

With a movement as quick as lightning, Kakashi pressed a single rough palm against her chest. Pushed her right against the mattress; pushed and pushed, until she was underneath him, struggling to break free from his tenacious grip. Until her own hands were pressing against his broad chest, nails clawing at the cotton of his shirt. He frowned behind the mask. Felt his jaw click in place.

"Why?" His question was quiet; a soft murmur meant to invoke enough pity for her to answer. "Why are you picking a fight with me, all of a sudden?"

She stilled underneath him. Her fingers released the harsh hold on his shirt, caressing the side of his neck instead. Every brush of finger pads felt like fire licking at his skin. She felt the wild pulse beneath it and sighed, "It was either that, or enduring your endless brooding for the rest of the night."

"Is it that bad?" he asked. "My brooding?"

"No," she breathed. Paused. "Yes. It irks me when you keep shutting down. You've been barely present the entire mission."

Kakashi wasn't sure whether to laugh or leave the room to go bang his head against the wall - repeatedly, at that. His indecisiveness turned him wary. Made him pay heed to the suggestive position he had wound up in with his student; with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and his hips pressing against her own.

His cock twitched from anticipation. There was nothing but a few layers of clothing separating her from him. And those shorts were awfully flimsy; her skin warm against his own. He couldn't stop the rush of blood to surge downward, right into his groin. Heat began to pool, the ache to resonate right beneath his waistline throbbing with every heartbeat.

He made to push away, but she stopped him by curling her fingers around the nape of his neck.

"Kakashi." y/n spoke his name in a tentative whisper.

"What?" he managed, the depth of his voice wavering with hesitancy.

A long beat of silence. And then;

"Just do it already." she said as her unyielding gaze softened a fraction.

She knew.

"Do what?" he countered. Played dumb, because he couldn't believe that the entire situation was real. Didn't dare bring himself to believe that it was real.

She smiled that satisfied grin, musing at him like the most cunning feline would, "Just fuck me already. Your dick is so hard, that I can't help but wonder if it hurts."

He loosed a breath he never remembered holding, "I... I can't."

"I know you want to."

"It's not right."

"Who cares?" she purred, nimble fingers running up to his hair. She grabbed a handful of the silver locks and tugged. Hard.

The groan to leave his mouth was unholy.

"C'mon," she urged softly, beckoning him to submit, "Play with me."

"Stop it." he muttered, brows knitting tightly together. His Sharingan flashed scarlet in silent warning.

"I'll stop if you make me." she replied smoothly, rolling her hips against his own and flashing an edged grin at the second groan to leave his throat.

"I'm serious." he said, voice strained when she tugged onto his hair again. Running her fingers across his scalp made electricity buzz across his skin. Made his teeth vibrate.

"Play with me, Kakashi." she repeated. "I'm bored, and I wanna play."

He did.

And Kakashi played with her by tugging his mask off. By leveling his mouth down to her own, until their teeth were clashing, and their tongues met in a feverous exchange of saliva and dominance. Every kiss was hurried and sloppy. No hesitance, only the feral need of satisfying the primal urges that had been making his blood boil for a while now.

He nearly tore those flimsy shorts off of her, along with the pretty panties underneath. Couldn't wait, couldn't contain himself long enough to indulge in respectful intimacy - not when her gleaming wetness met his eyes, the sweet scent of her arousal meeting his keen sense of smell.

Kakashi fucked his former student like an animal. Fully clothed, because he was far too impatient to actually succeed in getting properly rid of his own clothes, and with her legs braced on top of his shoulders. Rammed himself inside her sweet warmth until she was biting into the back of her hand to stifle the moans and whimpers to leave her panting mouth. Until tears were beginning to brim her eyes from how ruthlessly he stretched her and made her beg him for release.

He was a slow and sensual lover to most. But not with her.

No, he couldn't be. Not when her nails clawed at his back and broad shoulders in a manner so cruel that it proved to be even better than what he had fantasized for an eternity about. The bite of the hurt to resonate underneath the cotton made him hiss. She only let out a little laugh whenever he did; only to provoke him further. It made him choke her into submission, his hand rough against the tender skin of her neck, digits digging into her jaw to the point of pain. Neither of them cared if her skin would bruise in the morning.

Kakashi was ruthless when it came to pounding her, and she was his perfect match. They marked each other's bodies with their teeth, nails, mouths, hands. Doting love bites, bruises and long trails of feverish scarlet to adorn their skin. Something to remember each other by, if the crumpled bed sheets weren't considered as good enough proof for the morning.

And when he forced her to reach release for a second time; her sweet pussy clamping around his entire length, her walls so hot and tender, only then did he allow himself to let go of the leash he had tied up tight around his own undoing.

Kakashi came - hard. With his entire body shuddering when he spilled his warm seed into her, every inhale sharp and painful to burn his lungs as he forced himself to take them in quick gasps. Minutes passed, but their warm breaths lingered; intertwined together as they stared at each other.

She looked away first.

"Coward." he chuckled, the laugh breathless as he placed a delicate kiss onto her jaw. Her entire face burned bright red at the little affection.

She blushed like a sucker, murmuring a meek, "Shut it, or I'm telling everyone how you look like beneath the mask."

"Devastatingly handsome?"

"As if."

Kakashi didn't know what the future had in store for them. But watching her curl underneath him, lean body satisfied by his sinful doings, he made himself forget those worries and troubles for a moment. Tucked them away for the night; only for a single night. Leaned down to press a kiss onto her lips instead and caressed her cheek - running a single digit across the fang marking to adorn it,

"Remind me to play with you more often, sweetheart."

#kakashi #hatake kakashi #kakashi x y/n #kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #narutosmut #naruto #romance #one bed trope

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manorpunk · 9 months

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The fist of Marcus Aurelius Bezos collided with the extravagantly large wall-mounted display screen before him. The screen cracked and crumpled, denting inwards from the blow. The room dimmed as the live coverage of the 206X election was suddenly replaced with darkness.

“Disgusting.”

He slowly pulled his hand back, still clenched into a white-knuckled fist, trembling with tension.

“Absolutely disgusting. America is in the thrall of jumped-up manor-lords and checked-out VRheads, and who do they choose to pull them up from this muck? Who, at this turning point of history, do the people elect as their president?”

He looked down at his fist. Shards of glass were embedded in his knuckles, and rivulets of blood were trickling down his arm.

“A vtuber. A goddamned anime girl vtuber.”

He reached for his tabule with his other hand, trying to keep the blood from dripping on anything expensive, which, in a muskling’s house, was most things.

“Steward,” he spoke into his tabule, “Send a MediBot to the viewing room.”

“Dispatching: MediBot, to: viewing room,” the tabule replied in a crisp, soothing voice.

Marcus sat down and slumped back in his chair. He closed his eyes and the tension began to ease from his body, slowly and begrudgingly.

“Fine,” he said to himself through unclenching teeth, “I have lost the battle, but not the war. That girl is in over her head. It’s only a matter of time until she’s forced out in disgrace. And when that happens, I will be there, and I will be ready.”

He barely stirred as he heard the whine of the MediBot’s electric motors. The MediBot - a device which looked sort of like a tool cart with robot arms - gingerly took his injured hand, spritzed it with antibiotics, and bandaged it.

Marcus lifted his head and raised his hand to inspect the MediBot’s work - perfect, as usual. His eyes wandered back to the massive broken screen on the wall in front of him.

“Mark my words, Sunny Roosevelt. You will fall, and you—“

“Incoming call from: Sunny Roosevelt,” his tabule interrupted him.

He sighed, picked it up, and pressed ‘reject call.’

“Call rejected. Incoming call from: Sunny Roosevelt.”

He pressed ‘block caller.’

“Caller blocked. Incoming - gzhhkk… manual override. Connecting to: Sunny Roosevelt.”

There she was, in all her digital glory, smile beaming, eyes wide, being seen whether one wanted to see her or not.

“Hey Marcus! Whew, that was quite the race. No hard feelings, ĉu ne?” Her voice was light and unrepentantly charming.

“This isn’t over, Sunny.”

“It is, sorry. The official votes from Piedmont and Texaplex were just announced. You’re watching the coverage too, right?”

Marcus glanced at the broken screen again.

“Yes, this race is over. But the battle for America’s soul shall rage for decades to come.”

“Neat. Well, I’m graciously waiting for you to give your concession speech before I start celebrating, so, y’know. Hurry it up.”

Marcus spluttered for a moment before responding. “What makes you think you can order me around?”

“I’m not. I just know you’re big on ceremony and propriety and all that, and it’s traditional to let you give your concession speech first.”

Marcus breathed heavily through his nose as if trying to shoot fire from his nostrils. “You called me just to rub your victory in my face, didn’t you?”

She giggled. “Maybe just a little.”

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📓 Faction: Musklings

The billionaire class of Imperial America is long gone, but the final testament to their hubris lives on: their mass-reproduced children, ignominiously dubbed ‘musklings.’ Born en masse on surrogate farms, used as test subjects for poorly-understood genetic modifications, and sometimes even subjected to bizarre and unethical ‘training regiments’ in the hopes of breeding the next generation of rulers.

That was all long ago, before the Polycrisis. After the Qingdao Accords, musklings were given ample stipends in perpetuity in exchange for losing control of their various shares and dividends - the buying-off of claimants to the throne, essentially. Today (i.e. 206X), the typical muskling is a quixotic nuisance, chasing pipe dreams, buying friendships, and doing anything other than getting therapy for their obvious neuroses and parental trauma.

But not all musklings are typical.

#manorpunk #unreality #sunny roosevelt #marcus aurelius bezos

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mmountseb · 2 years

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Warnings: smut, choking, language, female oral receiving.

Summary: Your brother George Russell invited your whole time football crush to see him race and it happens so much more than that.

Miss Monaco

Third pov

You were bored of your mind when you decided to come support your brother in the formula one gp in monaco

He was a driver in the Mercedes team so obviously you had to support his team and root for your brother and only hope for the best

This gp was huge, and everyone who was famous was coming even footballers which was one of the major reasons you wanted to come to see your brother race

You were a massive Chelsea fan, obviously not forgetting the huge crush you had on Mason Mount and so for that, your brother George invited him to come watch the race with a vip pass.

You were having a drink with your best friend when she choked on the drink while looking behind me making me take off my eyes of my phone

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”- I asked confused looking at her worried “Uhm yeah I am!!! I’m just curious, did your brother tell you he invited THE Mason Mount????” She said making me widen my eyes

I looked behind me and saw him. I saw Mason making his way over my brother with a huge smile on his face and making all the girls fall at his feet

I looked at George who was standing on the table next to ours just to be welcomed with a wide smirk toying on his face just because of my reaction.

I got up of my seat, adjusted my skirt, and started to walk towards my brother just so I could give a go towards him until Mason hadn’t arrived because of fans asking for pictures.

“Do you think that’s funny George??” I asked making him laugh and nod his head making me roll my eyes

“Hi George sorry I’m late, you know what’s like the fans and stuff” a voice was heard and I instantly widened my eyes because I recognised the voice

“Mason!! Hi, so glad you accepted my invitation. How’s the f1 deput so far for you?” My brother asked making me look at Mason and taking him in

He laughed and said “honestly its been great, the views are to die for!!!” He looked around and his eyes landed on me making the corner of his lips twitch a little to hide a smirk that wanted to come out

“And the girls are breathtaking as well” he said while looking at my eyes and then moving them to my brother

“Oh I agree!! Apologise, this is my sister Y/n! She’s a big fan of yours” he made sure to let that clear making me get pissed off

“Oh is she?” He asked, finally letting that smirk come out and looking at me “Hi there, I’m Mason but of course you already know that don’t you?”

His cocky answer made me scoff and smile while taking his hand and nod “Hi! Yes I am indeed a big fan”

He took my hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of my hand without tearing his eyes off mine and smiled.

“Good to know that!! Uhm, George I believe the race starts at 15 right?” He asked my brother seeing him nod “lets have dinner after it then?”

“Oh yeah for sure! Also Mason can you stay with my sister? Her friend seemed to have disappeared and I don’t want her to stay alone while i race” this made me look at him and clench my jaw at whatever he was trying to do

“Yeah absolutely, she’ll be safe with me” Mason said looking at me and I smiled at him.

The race was fast enough in finishing and we already had dinner and we were on the way to a nightclub.

We had all agreed to go to a nightclub and rent a private room for the whole group and be able to be together to enjoy it without any idiot coming to approach us or without an older fan of the boys coming to them.

We had just arrived at the club where sexual vibe music was playing, the strong smell of alcohol penetrating the nostrils of the entire group.

We had all arranged a meeting and we had already talked about how we missed a good party that wasn't at home and a good drinking night well spent.

We entered the disco and walked right away to the rented room, we had chosen a room where the vibe was very sexual due to the lights and the music that passed.

We all sat down on the huge couch that was placed there and we all started to enjoy the night while we talked and ordered glasses of drink one after the other, this evening really promised.

Let me tell you that Mason had an outfit on his body that made him hotter than usual and I was already getting a little horny.

I felt like teasing him just to test my waters, on the dinner i was sitting in front of him and he was always eyeing me up and down biting his lips and getting me all worked up.

I decided to get up and go dance, knowing well that his eyes would be on me all the time even if my brother was standing a bit next to him.

I looked at him and saw him man spreading while looking at me, I couldn’t fully understand what was it but I wanted him.

I walked over to Mason and sat on his lap watching him move a little uncomfortable, pointing out that he had a huge boner. I smiled innocently at him and kissed his cheek, slowly going down to his neck making him pull me closer to him creating a certain friction inside his pants.

"Are you okay babe?" I asked innocently leaving his lap, sitting on the couch while he looked at me in frustration making me start laughing with his gaze.

He looked at me like I was insane for just teasing him and made me look at his boner

“Do you think this is funny?” He asked and I nodded “You did the same to me at the dinner, I had to make sure this wasn’t a one sided thing” I said shrugging.

He pulled me to his lap again and squeezed my leg

The song 'Confident' by Justin Bieber started to play, but this version was a sexier and slower version leaving a tense vibe in the air and Mason’s sexual frustration was more visible as he didn't let go of me for anything giving a kiss or another on my neck while I drank my vodka.

I put the glass down anyway and gave Mason my full attention, his eyes were already on mine and the lust was so visible in his brown eyes. I nibbled on my lip and pulled him in for a slow, long kiss.

Kissing him for the first time was eating me up and making all my insides burn feeling him squeeze my leg even more which made me scratch the back of his neck.

Mason wasted no time in returning the kiss and showing all the desire he was having for me at the time while the music was playing.

He brought his lips to my neck and left very visible marks that would probably last a week or more on my neck and I was loving the feeling and the adrenaline was so intense that I could be sure I would be willing to let him fuck me in public.

He brought his mouth to my ear and started leaving light bites on my lobe while I unbuttoned a little bit of his shirt. He groaned in my ear and I rolled my eyes in a pleasant way, his hoarse voice worked wonders down here and I didn't know how much longer I was going to put up with this whole teasing shit.

"Can we take this whole party to the nearest bathroom where I can fuck you with all the desire I have right now?" He whispered in my ear as he squeezed my neck a little. I bit my lip and opened my eyes, nodding at his proposal. A fuck in the bathroom and the adrenaline of being almost caught? Yes please.

Mason p.o.v

I leaned Y/n on the bathroom door just after we entered, she smirked at me and I wasted no time in kissing her so I could get that smile that was so damaging to my sanity and taking control just for one night.

She wasted no time in putting her arms around my neck, returning the kiss. The kiss brought lust and desire to the fore which was a sensation that was killing me

I grabbed her wrists with my hand, pressing her further against the door, feeling the volume inside my pants grow even more because I was so impatient with what was going to happen.

I bit her lip listening to her moan low with the sensation, I pulled her closer to me without ever separating our lips as she rummaged her wrists in my hand wanting to break free.

I picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter, checking if the door was locked so we wouldn't be interrupted by anyone, and moved away from her to watch her completely out of breath.

I smirked when I saw her breathing so hard, I took my hands to her legs and scratched her thighs slowly making her pull me by the collar and press our lips again urgently.

I removed my lips from hers, attacking her neck with more kisses and bites just as I had done in the room where all of our friends were, it didn't matter to me if everyone was seeing it.

At least I was going to fuck a gorgeous girl in a bathroom, she scratched the back of my neck while I brought my lips to her chest and squeezed her thighs to give her a feeling that I was calling her mine without saying a word.

Y/n moaned in my ear after I left a very visible mark on her left breast, I never had heard her moan but it was starting to sound like music to my ears and I would never get tired of listening to this specific song.

I took both my hands to the hem of her underpants teasing her as if I was going to pull them down just to see her reaction, I looked her in the eye and saw lust spread across her brown eyes.

I bit my lip and put her right leg on top of my shoulder, placing kisses on the inside of her thigh, hearing her let out an almost inaudible groan.

“Mason…” she said in between moans making me smirk

When I reached her groin, I left a trail of kisses planted there while playing with the hem of her underpants, I felt her hands pull my hair and I used the cue to make a hickey on her groin while looking at her.

Fuck me, that vision she was giving me now was of gods. Her back arched and her head against the mirror, her mouth ajar and her eyes closed as if she was getting closer to her orgasm with only my teasing.

I removed her underpants and then put both her legs on top of my shoulders, I didn't waste any time in taking my mouth to her pussy, starting to suck her as if her liquids tasted like my favorite candy, her small hands wasted no time in starting to pull my hair while I sucked her mercilessly, her moans were so loud but they were drowned out by the sound of the music being even louder.

It didn't take long for her to come, squirting in my face making me start laughing, this meant that I was so good with my mouth that I made a girl squirt on the first time sleeping with her.

Before I started to do anything else, I washed my face and dried it with a towel that was in the bathroom. I walked over to her again, placing me between her legs, which were still shaking from the orgasm she had provided.

"Is this enough or do you want more?" I asked even though I knew the answer she was going to give me she smiled at me pulling my face to be close to hers making me give her a smirk, my eyes having nothing but pure lust in them.

"I want you to fuck me in this bathroom" she said without hesitation making me moisten my lips because they were so dry.

I started to kiss her after the answer she had given me as she started to loosen my belt and unbutton the button that helped keep my pants on.

My pants dropped making me stay only on boxers, she removed the shirt from my body and put it next to her underpants and I made sure to lower my boxers by getting my dick out of it.

She took her hand to my cock giving it a light squeeze and I took my hand to her neck, squeezing a little in response, I inserted my dick into her and wasted no time teasing her with slow thrusts.

I started making strong thrusts reaching her G-spot whenever I moved, her hands made their way up to my back, pulling me closer to her while I hid my face in the curve of her neck.

Her moans were louder and louder and I felt her nails dig into my back drawing lines all over them, I knew that the next day my back would be badly scratched and I didn't even care.

“Fuck y/n you’re squeezing me so tight. Does this mean I’m fucking you that good?” I asked in between groans while making her moan even more

“Fuck Mason… you’re fucking me so well. Who would’ve thought” I heard her say between moans and that made me speed up my thrusts

We both came in seconds and I groaned in her ear after pouring my liquid into her. I rode her out of the orgasm we both just had with slow thrusts what was making her moan a little bit.

I looked at her and waited until our breathing was calmed to get out of her and get dressed.

I saw her get dressed as well and fixing her hair, I got behind her and pressed a few kisses on her shoulder making her smile

“This was perhaps the best sex I’ve ever had in my life Mount.”

Yeah I had won the day.

#mason mount smuts #mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount smut #mason mount fics

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