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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Mob!Tom Holland - Fawn (1)

Here is the first part of the series! This is inspired by Don’t play with fire , @peaceisadirtyword. It’s an amazing Ivar fic, take a look if you have time!

General summary (I suggest you reading it to know what’s going on)

Plot of the chapter: Richard’s idea is to bring down the Hollands, for them to take pity in you and for you to take information from them. No one expected Tom himself to come down.

WARNINGS: Harrasing, although it’s a plan and everyone knows this. I’m just gonna say this; Richard is a dick, from now to the end.

You were sure that you were going to start crying any second by then, and the expensive make up that Richard had gotten you for your birthday was going to be ruined. Your eyelashes were long and black, covered in mascara and with a long, thin eyeliner across your lid. There was also a faint fake pink blush on your cheeks, that along with the foundation, covered your hole face. Richard had insisted in you wearing the darkest lipstick you had, and that turned out to be a velvet colour that made your lips sticky. You couldn’t help running your tongue out every few seconds.

To make it even worse, your friend Lisa was long gone. Richard had also chosen who you went out with, since none of your friends were ‘slutty’ enough to call for attention, according to him. So he had chosen a girl you worked with, whose main worry was which panties could cover less of her ass.

You shifted uncomfortable in your seat on the counter, the tight dress making it nearly impossible for you to move your legs. You looked both of your sides wearingly, looking for the last thing Richard had brought to the club with you; a man, one of his co-workers, who would play as an harasser.

Not your dream Saturday night, but that didn’t mean Richard was a bad guy. He was just, a cop. Your boyfriend cop who was trying to haunt down the town’s mafia and, in his last resource, has decided to use you as a bait for the Hollands. It wasn’t as if you had agreed to it; but Richard was your boyfriend, you loved him, and you were doing it for him, because he had the awful thought about you not loving him enough.

The bartender spared you another glance, and you moved the ices on your drink. It tasted awful and burned your throat everytime you had to take a sip. Besides, it was making your head hurt and just be more nervous.

“Y/N”

You gripped the glass tightly and let your hair fall over your face, so that no one could see you talk with nothing. Your boyfriend’s voice didn’t make you feel any better, because you had the feeling that, if it came to the position, he would leave you to the wolves. Instead of answering, you hummed and searched in the crowd again.

A few feet away, you could see Lisa talking to some bulky guy with the nose crooked, and her two friends she had dragged along with different guys. You didn’t bother that time looking for the guy you were going to fish, because the Hollands were on the VIP place and no one could get there.

“Be ready, my guy is coming. And for the love of lord, stop looking like a wounded fawn. You’re supposed to be a little bit more loosened up”

“Well, excuse me for being scared” you hissed back. “I didn’t agree to this”

“I swear if you fuck this up I’m done Y/N. I trust you. Make me proud”

There was a moment of silence, and once more, you cursed your weakness in front of love. You had always been that way, too trusting with boys who promised you things they couldn’t give you. The Richard you fell in love had changed, and deep down you knew he was manipulating you. That didn’t mean you were going to stop him.

“Listen, you have to do this. For me” Richard sighed, and you discovered that you didn’t feel the remorse coming out of him anymore. “We’ll be discussing stupid films in no time. Love you, Y/N”

You didn’t answer, neither did he wait for you to do so. Instead, the communication broke and a guy appeared by your side. Without looking at him, you knew he was Richard’s friend. He was as tall as your boyfriend, broad and wish his hair cut short. That was where the similitudes ended; while Richard had lovely blue eyes, the man was eyeing you with greenish ones. Richard was pale by nature, his body full of freckles and moles, and the man had tanned skin with an arm full of tattoos.

His thick beard hid what you thought was the most disgusting smile you had ever seen, and by the general looks, he didn’t look as if he was going to suffer with his task. He shifted closer until his shoulder brushed yours, and placed his hand on the hem of your dress.

This is fine, this is planned

“Hey” he said, voice deep and too rough. “I’m Jacob. Do you have a name?”

“Y/N”

You didn’t know what you were supposed to do anymore. If seem the slutty girl you had tried to be since you arrived, or the angry one who was being molested. Your answer was nothing more than a whisper, and more than ever you felt like the wounded fawn Richard always called you out for.

You tried to think of something else to say; to you, he had already done enough to make you scream and run out of the club, but you also knew Richard wanted more. He wanted to create a reason for the Hollands to come down, because the brothers didn’t tolerate any perturbance in their club. While it seemed like the police department didn’t have any repair in playing dirty, the Hollands were clean in that aspect.

The hem of your dress rose up with Jacob’s fingers, and you shuddered. He closed in so that no one but you could hear him, and you decided it the moment to play the scared fawn.

“Listen, I know this isn’t ideal” he whispered, and gave you a small squeeze in your thigh. “But Richard really wants to catch them. Play a little on our side, come one”

Playing on their side meant creating a situation to call for the Holland’s attention, but you weren’t sure if you were capable of doing so. The stool you were sitting on moved dangerously when you tried to shift away, catching the bartender’s attention.

“Could you, um, step away?” you tried, and knew by Jacob’s hard eyes that you hadn’t done it right. “P-please?”

“Why, do I make you uncomfortable?” he said, and stepped the distance you had created between yourself. “I think you’re really pretty, Y/N”

“Um, thank you”

You tried moving again, but that only meant that you almost fell off the stool. Jacob took his chance and wrapped his arm around your waist, dragging you closer. The bartender, who watched with hawk eyes, turned around and said something to a guy who wasn’t facing you. Jacob pressed you against his side and chuckled loudly in your ear, making you cringe.

“I mean” Richard’s voice came again through the earpiece, and you wondered if Jacob could hear it too. “I was going for an angry look, for you to throw some punches at his already ugly face. But the pathetic look works too”

Jacob answered something in a low voice and gave you a pat on your side, as if you were a dog well behaving. It stung that Richard thought you were being pathetic when in reality all you wanted was to cry. You were uncomfortable, cold and you wanted to go home.

Your eyes became glossy as Jacob kept talking to Richard through his own earpiece, face hidden close to you so that it seemed that you were talking to each other. You felt your lower lip began to tremble, and without thinking much, you started to move in Jacob’s grip. It was stronger than what you had imagined, not even using your hands to push him got you out of his embrace.

Suddenly, you weren’t alone in your head anymore, and you were pushed towards Jacob even more.

“Oh my – Y/N!” Lisa screeched in your ear. “I can’t believe you got such a handsome guy with you! Hey, what’s your name?”

Jacob whole demeanour seemed to change, and you understood him. Lisa wasn’t the type of girl who passed unnoticed. Dark long hair and wide lips, she was all blue eyes. She was skinny, had a deathly body and could enamour someone just by her tongue. The man got stuck between doing his job or having fun.

“Uh – who are you?”

“I’m Lisa, Y/N’s friend. Are you single? Cause she’s not, but I am”

Lisa reached as if you weren’t there for Jacob which made you feel like a sandwich. Jacob declined her company gesturing towards you. But she kept talking. And talking. And a bit more talking, while Jacob just kept his ministrations without noticing you. His hand kept messing with the hem of your dress, and as much as you tried to keep it down, it seemed he wanted to see what colour your panties were.

Meanwhile, his other hand was moving up and down your side, hovering too close to your breast. You were sure the man wasn’t even thinking about you, more about the woman who was squeezing you from your right.

The first tear rolled down your cheek just as you whispered Richard’s name. In that moment you realized how little you mattered in the plan, as your communication line could only be opened when he wanted. It made you panic even more, knowing that if something happened you were on your own. Your squirming became more evident, and you dropped any act and became the scared thing you had always been.

The tips of your fingers became frozen and you mumbled another time Richard’s name, refusing to believe he let you in that situation without any chance of going back. He was a cop, surely he wouldn’t risk you, his girlfriend, that way. Your cries turned out into whining and sobbing, until a new voice appeared.

“Hey mate, I think you’re making her feel uncomfortable”

Three heads turned towards the intruder, and you swore the whole club went silent. The barista was cleaning an invisible stain a few inches away from you, looking at you with the side of his eye. Lisa swallowed down loudly and took some steps back, until she was lost in the crowd. And Jacob, the man who had been probably dragged in that by Richard’s too, was paling at a sickening speed.

Then, there was Tom. You had heard about him before, how it was unlikeable for him to come down from the VIP, as his younger brothers took care of that stuff. You had expected Harry or Sam, but not him. He was the oldest, the quieter and, to Richard’s opinion, the worst. That he had appeared probably made Richard jump in happiness, while Jacob didn’t seem so happy.

Tom wasn’t as tall as Richard. He was strong, not ripped like Jacob, and his buzz cut looked much better. His eyes were dark and brown, and you couldn’t say a thing about them, or him. Just that he was devilish handsome, and that made you want to run away.

“I wasn’t – she –“

Jacob let go of you as he stumbled over the words, and you almost fell down. It was like smacking against a wall, because your fall was stopped by another body. Looking up, the curls were enough to identify Harry, one of the twins. He had one lollipop on his mouth, rolling it lazily and staring at Jacob with a small smirk.

You realized there were a bunch of people around you that you didn’t know. A big, black guy who was covering most of the view, another blonde and two more. Harry pushed you slightly with his body until you were steady again.

“You weren’t making her uncomfortable?” Harry snorted with a laugh. “You’re calling my brother a liar? Dude, that’s not nice”

“No!” Jacob turned around to plead with his eyes to Harry. “I didn’t mean –“

“Then you were making her uncomfortable” Harry teased Jacob again, clearly enjoying how the latest was sweating and panicking.

Jacob looked ready to faint on the spot, and you felt bad for him. He was probably another part of Richard’s plan, and he had been kind enough to know that you didn’t want to do so. Tom was still looking at him his eyes emotionless as Jacob made some pathetic excuse. If he had to talk for another second, you were sure he would just combust or blurt out the entire cover.

Harry rounded the stool and planted himself in front of Jacob; even if the twin was much shorter and had to look up, Jacob hit the back of the counter in an embarrassing movement. And you just stood there, frozen and not knowing what to do. You looked again at Tom, who was still as expressionless as before.

In part, it made you mad. That he would just stay there while his brother did all the job. That he didn’t even attempt to show any emotion. It was as if he was watching a game, and you would have preferred rage or enjoyment, much like Harry. In your life, you hadn’t been the most mouthy girl. You were the girl who sat back and let the others do the job.

But a sudden adrenaline rushed through your body like fire, and your mouth moved faster than your brain.

“He hasn’t done anything” you blurted out. “You should – leave him alone. Please”

For the second time, the club seemed to shut down around you. The boys that had been covering the scene turned around for a second and Harry let out a loud, echoing laugh. Jacob was the one crying then, although you weren’t that far from doing so. As if he was underwater, you heard Richard screaming through the earpiece.

But then, Tom looked at you and raised a brow, and you knew you were in for more than one night.

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kittae · 5 years

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Bottoms Up

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Side characters: Min Yoongi, Jey

Summary: A drabble series where Taehyung is a successful artistic erotica actor but has to expand his areas of expertise in the rapidly evolving world of adult film. Lost and inexperienced in everything that doesn’t involve classy settings, flattering lighting and romantic scripts, he basically has to start from scratch to make it in the online porn community. As a highly demanded A-lister in that community, you take him under your wings (or better yet, between your legs).

Genre: Smut, fluff, a bit of comedy here and there. Maybe some angst, who knows.

words: 1368

Disclaimer: Slight alcohol intoxication, dialogue-heavy, foul language, both of them had too much to drink and are being annoying lmao

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“I trusted you! You’ve betrayed my trust!” Taehyung wails, dramatically flinging himself against the wall of Yoongi’s living room.

“Stop acting, you’re going to drain yourself.” Yoongi murmurs as he pours himself another drink. “Besides, why are you being like this in the first place? The shoot went better than expected, you should be celebrating with me instead of fake crying.”

“I’m not fake crying.”

“Yes, you are and you know what else you are?” Yoongi takes a sip of his whiskey, “Killing my buzz.”

Taehyung merely pouts, knowing his crocodile tears aren’t going to coax sympathy out of the slightly tipsy older man. “You should’ve discussed this with me in advance.”

“You know, I totally would’ve if you hadn’t been such a stubborn baby about the whole ordeal from the beginning. I could barely get you to agree to the shoot, heavens know how you would have reacted if I told you about the seminars.”

“You know what?” Taehyung scoffs, heated, “I’m sorry if I inconvenienced you by showing my true feelings towards your off-putting suggestions.”

Yoongi snorts, rolling his eyes and taking a rather large gulp from his glass.

“But I am who I am and I thought you supported me! You’re making plans behind my back instead.” Taehyung presses on, crossing his arms in displeasure. He didn’t come here with the intention of making a fuss considering everything went shockingly well today, yet he needs to make sure that Yoongi knows how he feels about the secretive way he handled things.

“If I don’t make plans behind your back sometimes, we’re not gonna get anywhere,” Yoongi calmly explains, gesturing with the crystal glass in his hand, “You only got to expand your boundaries today because I arranged it like that and that’s what being partners is all about.”

“No,” Taehyung slowly counters, “Being partners is about trust and honesty, which is the opposite of what you did today.”

“Noooo, I really don’t feel like arguing right now,” Yoongi groans as he slouches further into his padded couch, “Can’t we just hold hands and call it a day?”

Taehyung squeezes his eyes to slits, “Don’t try to bribe me into forgiving you, hyung.”

“Why not? You do it all the time.” The manager grumbles, reaching for the bottle to prevent his glass from getting empty.

After fiddling with the buttons of his silk, albeit questionably patterned shirt, Taehyung sighs and collects himself. He then goes over to Yoongi’s liquor cabinet to fetch a glass identical to that of his manager.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks, an amused look on his face.

Tae shrugs as he flops down next to his friend and plucks the bottle right out of his hand. “Getting a drink.”

“You hate alcohol.”

“Correct,” Taehyung responds matter-of-factly, “I just like the aesthetic of swirling scotch around in a crystal glass while I ponder over what you could do to get my trust back.”

Yoongi scoffs. “How about not kicking you out of my apartment? Sounds good?” He raises his brows, briefly letting the amber liquor tickle his tongue, savoring the slight burn when it hits his throat. “You’re here more than at your own place. You’re lucky I’m not charging you for rent and unwanted sleepovers.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Taehyung gasps.

“You are the only one allowed in my apartment and even you will lose your apartment privileges if you won’t quit it.” Yoongi warns seriously. “And those include storm cuddles and hurricane hangouts.”

Taehyung look absolutely horrified and gulps hard before taking a big swig of the whiskey in pure misery. Needless to say he instantly regrets it, the liquid too sharp and the vile taste of alcohol burning through his throat. He coughs dramatically as if he’d just drank poison, with Yoongi already on his way to the kitchen to get him a diet coke to wash it down –although not without an eyeroll or two.

“I swear you’re worse than a baby sometimes.” He sighs as he opens the can for his teary-eyed younger friend who reaches for the soda as if it’s his only lifeline. “Bet seeing you like this would burst more than a few bubbles of the women who love your films.”

Taehyung says nothing, too busy chugging the coke ad fundum. Only when any trace of the whiskey taste is gone, can he relax. And he does, with a big, content smile on his face.

“Love you, hyung. You know that, right?” He coos, nestling his head on the older man’s shoulder, who responds with a barely suppressed sound of disgust.

“Fuck’s sake Taehyung, did you get drunk from that one sip already?” Yoongi frets, exasperated.

“Sometimes... people w-won’t never adjust to changes.” Tae offers a vague explanation, followed by a hiccup as he makes himself cozy against his manager’s side to take a nap.

Yoongi gives up, sighing, simply patting the younger’s head and accepting his punishment. “Alright buddy.”

“–and then he just flipped a switch or something! Woah, you should’ve seen it, it was really incredible.” You conclude before you wash down the spicy food with some more beer.

“Yeah, it must’ve been...Seeing how it’s the only thing you could talk about for the past hour,” Jey chuckles, reaching for another snack. The dining tent is crowded this evening, lots of noise and ruckus of other drunk customers filling your ears while you talk.

“Ah, sorry… Do I talk about it too much?” You grimace.

“Nah, you’re fine,” she waves away your concern with a laugh, “It sounds like it was a whole experience. I’ve never seen him like that either so it is kind of fascinating to me to hear this.”

You gasp, snapping your fingers when you recall something. “Right! You once told me you sometimes work for him!”

She frowns. “Told you twice… Actually, Yoongi called me today asking for my help but I was booked.”

“Is he usually shy like that? When you fluff him? No, wait, not shy– Uh, you know, super careful?”

Jey full out laughs at your rambling now, “Honestly, I’ve never seen you so invested in one of your projects before.”

You pout at that, “Don’t call him that.”

“Oh my god, ___, are you in love with him or something? You’re creeping me out.” She pulls a face before cupping your hot cheeks with her palms. “Oh, nevermind. You’re just super drunk.”

Shrugging, you shake off her hands like a child, only to replace them with your own when you rest your chin in them, elbows on the wonky, iron table as you lean over to her, smiling wide. “I still haven’t seen his dick,” You whisper-shout and Jey snorts at your drunken obliviousness. “Tell me about it.”

“Alright, sweetie, you’re making it weird,” she flicks your forehead and you whine, “It wouldn’t be very professional of me if I told you, hmm? Besides, didn’t you binge his films last week? I think you have a good enough idea of what his dick looks like.”

“But I’m so frustrated!” Your whining gets louder and more heated as you put up your index finger and practically shove it in Jey’s face, “I just wanted to feel it once, Jey. Just once.”

“Time for some water I think,” Jey raises her eyebrows and calls the owner of the tent for a bottle, “I don’t get what you’re getting worked up about. He’s going to be taking your classes, right? You’ll have plenty of chances to suck his dick later so stop crying about it, jeez.”

You clap your hands and giggle, the alcohol really starting to get in your head, “That’s true! I can still suck his dick then!”

“Shhh!” A hand instantly comes to cover your mouth before you can say more. “You don’t have to shout! What’s wrong with you?!”

“Mmmight be getting a little bit tipsy,” you helpfully suggest as if she hasn’t been trying to sober you up since you started talking about Taehyung’s dick.

“No shit, really? After only six beers?” She jeers sarcastically while forcing the bottle of water against your lips, sighing in relief when you allow it and start swallowing. “Let’s get you home, messy girl.”

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