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Could you please do ChancexParkerxReader SFW and NSFW headcanons? I need those game boys badly. 🙏

Chance x Parker x Reader Headcannons....SFW+NSFW!

Ohhh, Anon.... ANON anon anon...... Could I?? Yes. I can.

TW: NSFW contents

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You had met Chance first. He was in a more frequently visited spot, after all. It was intriguing, really. You eyed the crimson dice that laid atop your desk, swiveling in your chair as your mind raced with curiosities. You had spoken to a few objects already- but what would happen if you used a charge on your die?

Well, you had caved and put your strange magic glasses on. You proceeded to watch it come to life. You were greeted by... by....

A man in a hood?

You had gotten to know Chance rather quickly. Under that strange, dorky hood to his strange and dorky outfit, he was honestly really sweet. You reveled in the way he ranted about his interests, You found yourself enamored by his small quirks- like him pushing up his glasses whenever they hung low on his nose. The way he would stumble over his words when he just got too excited while explaining a new character or story line. Everything about him was just so... cute!

When he had told you about having some friends around the house that would also attend his GnG sessions, you couldn't help but become curious. You asked him who all join him, and he replied with a few familiar names like Penelope and Jerry- That made sense, they were all in the same space. However, one name came unfamiliar to you...

Parker.

After some explaining, you venture up to your old, dusty, forgotten attic and walk inside. You scan the area, looking for a pile of board games. They weren't really hidden- in fact, they were stacked out in the open, covered in.. cob webs. Yeesh, you need to have people over more often and do something other than doomscrolling.

When you actually met parker, he was... well, unique! He was very eccentric- always had the strangest things to say at the strangest times. He was competitive, loud, funny- honestly? Your typa dude.

Chance was too, and you found yourself torn between the both of them. At first, you had a feeling that you had to pick. But one day? Well....

You were having a threeway.

woah woah, threeway GnG session, ya freaky deaky.

It was fun. Chance was the DM, obviously- and while Parker was submersed into the roleplay, he still found a way to make his character pop. He added a humorous light to the game that you weren't used to, so it became a frequent thing. Chance loved it just as much as you did, seeing the way you would laugh when he chose to do something stupid or say something unhinged- seeing your smile made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

Parker also couldn't deny the way he felt when you hunkered down and thought out things seriously in regards to the roleplay. The look of pure focus on your face, the way you put so much thought and effort into the story line and your character, it was so endearing to him.

So, when it came down to it, for him to roll the dice on your relationship- he was secretly hoping fate would choose love. And thank the gods it did!

-actual head cannons below, starting w SFW!

-Whenever you all play board games together, it's a mess. Parker gets competitive, aggressive- and god forbid either you or Chance choose to be a little cheeky and cheat- hell WILL break loose.

-If Chance were to win, he would def tease Parker about it. If you can see the vision........ iykwim.

-Sometimes, they'll lwk team together to put you in the shitter as long as it isn't against the games rules.

-Imagine snuggling between the two of them on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in your lap as you veg out with them, watching whatever movie you all eventually decided to watch. Chance would probably have an arm around you, while Parker would be leaning against you. Kinda (not really) unrelated, but between all of you, I think Parker is the littlest spoon. Maybe that's js me.

-Parker would try and make you guys pancakes in the morning, but... uhm... He doesn't strike me as a chef. (speaking of chef, Mitchell would be absolutely offended.)

-Expect to hear geeky shit from BOTH sides. Obviously, they're both absolute dweebs. Chance will be going on about his still fantasy lores and ideas, while Parker will talk your ear off about historical facts about board games like their origins or what have you. It's nice one at a time, but sometimes they will intermingle and talk about both at the same time and it can become a mindfuck.

-Random thought popped in my head, and this could be corny, but you know the the can't hear, can't see, and can't talk cooking challenge? I can see you guys doing that just for fun- It was probably Parkers idea. I feel like you wouldn't be able to talk, Parker wouldn't be able to see, and Chance wouldn't be able to hear. Honestly, I can also see Chance and Parker switching because Parker would be jamming the FFFFUCK out while you two struggle to cook/bake. Either way, Parker would just be.... Loud.

-Parker will playfully shit all over your GnG character and Chance will come to your defense- Of course you all know it's fun it games... His character is a unicorn person... thing. (Chance gave in and decided to let him have his fun.)

-Chance would probably compliment you one day on your outfit, turn to Parker, and say smth like: "Don't you think they're pretty/handsome?" And parker will just blush and stammer out a "y-yeah..!" Because lets be real w ourselves, that man looks AND acts like he's never felt the touch of another person before in a romantic sense, he don't know how to flirt or NUTHIN.

-if you choose a GnG session over a board game and vice versa, expect petty jealousy from both sides- though it's not serious.. At least on Chances part.

-Chance strikes me as a BIGGG hugger, like he will wrap you up in a bear hug any day of the week, whenever. Parker though, He seems like a more lowkey guy, simply because he gets nervous. Expect finger and hand holding, maybe a hand on your knee, playful nudges-- just small touches that are filled with just as much care.

-If you bring home a new board game to try, Parker will literally melt.

-Expect to hear Parker and Chance bicker sometimes over little stuff. Honestly, Chance usually doesn't engage in conflict, but when it comes to playful stuff, he can get into it. How DARE he say that Sandyland is better than GnG... Evil cunt.

-NSFW-

-wowie wow wow wow.

-Okay so I've discussed Chances specifics when it comes to his... anatomy, But not parkers, so here riot goes.

-Def longer than he is thick, I honestly think he's pretty average. That's actually a good thing, honestly... you wouldn't be able to take Chance over and over again without getting sore, and TRUST me, it doesn't matter at the end of the day. Parker feels just as good.

I think he's a bit tanner down there than he is everywhere else, with a nice purplish tip- probably snipped, that's the vibe I get. I think he'd be mostly straight, as in no curve, but I can also see a bit of an upward slant.

-As I kind of mentioned, I think Parker is a little shy, so Chance would work slowly to get him out of his shell. Maybe he encourages him to fuck you in front of a mirror while he watches himself as well as you. So he can build his confidence, see how good he makes you feel. All the while Chance praises the both of you, Parker is probably ramming into you like he hasn't gotten pussy/bussy in YEARS. This man is DESPERATE.

-I think he makes noise. He probably swears under his breath, a few whimpers and whines slipping out as his cock buries itself inside of you. He'd probably watch as he disappears inside over, and over again... Practically hypnotized. Or maybe you're fucking him, who knows- he'd watch either way.

-Chance would teach him how to give you head. He'd guide him through it, and honestly? Hearing chance talk him through oral is so hot- especially when Chance is looking at you in the eyes, or pausing to kiss you.. Maybe he latches himself onto your chest... he doesn't just sit there, that's for sure.

-Imagine Chance plowing into you from behind while you take Parkers cock down your throat the best you can- choking and whimpering around him as you feel Chance reach what feels like deepest part of you at just the right angle. Parker would be a mess, leaking in your mouth, looking down at you through lidded eyes... He'd be swearing, saying something like: "Sh...Shit.. This is..- so hot..!"

-Or the other way around. Parker would be slamming his hips against yours as you struggle to take Chance down you're throat. He'd hold your hair back sweetly, gently guiding him hips for you so you didn't have to move.

-I feel like Parker would like thigh jobs... maybe that's evil to say.

-Chance would kiss parker to shut him up if he was being too loud, but he'd do it in a gentle and passionate way- and he'd do the same to you, don't play.

-If chance is bottoming, I can totally see parker teasing him about it lmao- as if he realistically doesn't bottom 99% percent of the time??

-Chance would help you ride Parkers face? Oop? Listen ya'll know what doja said about big noses.

-Aftercare is still important as always. Parker would probably crack some jokes while wiping you down with a cool rag, cleaning you up. Chance would be getting you water and food for all of you. Each person checks up on the other, making sure everyone is satisfied and feels comfortable.

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An Old Fashioned for the Live Wire

(Part 2)

Part 1

synop: Volt asks you to stay after the bar closes, needing to have a "chat" with you. Dorian takes you out on an uncle/daughter date and discovers some truths about you he would rather not know. Out of spite, you schedule a meeting with your white haired boss. Hoping something interesting will come of it.

words: 8.3K

includes: voltxfem!reader, eddiexfem!reader, age difference, boss/employee, drinking, choking, spanking, manhandling, smut, oral, squirting, dacryphilia

a/n: I will be making a third and final part to this series. (Two Bad Bitches at the Same Damn Time). Also, this has smut. No minors!

“I need to have a word with you before you leave.” 

Looking up from stirring a drink, you see Volt watching you expectantly. Part of you was wondering when this would happen. Of course, it just so happened to be the day you felt your neck was clear enough to wear a regular collar again. With only the faintest outlines of Eddie’s marks visible. You’d have to squint to see them. 

“Of course.” You gave him a nod before handing off the drink to a customer. 

“Good.” He said lowly. The sultry voice made your thighs involuntarily clench together. 

When you looked up at him you felt a shiver up your spine. His gaze was dark, hungry. It made you feel as if you were prey being watched by a predator. You couldn’t tell if it was something you liked or not. In the end, though, there was something exciting about it. 

The rest of your time at the bar moved both extremely fast and very slow. A warring was happening in your mind.

Should you pursue Volt as well? 

Or would it be betraying Eddie in some way?

Glancing up, you spotted the dark haired man working on some type of electrical appliance. As if he could tell you were watching him, he looked up at you. The steely intense gaze made your heart jolt. You noticed it in him too, that hunger. Something that craved whatever you could offer him carnally. And he knew you had it in you. 

You hadn’t slept with Eddie since the night in the office, but he continued to tease you. His hands linger just a bit too long on your body. Whispering something hot and heavy in your ear, then leaving a small kiss on your neck. Then there was the time he teased you about the turtlenecks you had been wearing. 

Calloused fingers pulled it down when you two were alone. You held your breath as his eyes trailed over the column of your throat. Leaning in, he spoke lowly in your ear. 

“You know, I don’t particularly appreciate you covering these up.” He pulled back to watch your expression. 

Your eyes were wide, filled with confusion. 

“W-why not?” 

“How else will others know that you’re mine? Unless you’ve decided otherwise.” He let out a low chuckle. “In which case, I’ll just have to give you another demonstration. Understand?” 

Your eyes flitted around the bar. It was just you and Eddie. 

“Well?” He gazed over you, drinking in your form. 

“I understand.” You felt your throat go dry as he gave you those hungry eyes.

He leaned in, making your eyes go wide. Lips barely brushing against yours. 

“Good girl.” He mumbled, then turned away with a smirk. Leaving you behind the bar, extremely turned on and flustered. 

You shook your head of the memory, attempting to focus on your job. The task was mightier than it seemed. Forcing yourself to not look at the man that set your skin ablaze with want. If you allowed yourself to cave, you would be too flustered to continue. You couldn’t tell if you hated or loved his teasing. Hated the lack of physical attention that had you almost begging for more. At the same time you loved the adventure of it all. 

“How’s it goin’, live wire?” You hadn’t realized he had made his way to the bar. 

You felt your face burning as you turned to him. Letting out an awkward chuckle at the surprising sight. 

“Not much. Just working!” You gave him a fake cheery smile. “It's mighty busy tonight!” 

“ I can tell.” There it was again, that hungry gaze. 

“Is there anything I can get you?” You heard your voice crack. 

“Jack and Coke, please.” 

Nodding, you fixed up his drink quickly. When you placed the drink down, Eddie’s fingers caught yours against the glass. The feeling of his touch sent sparks up your arm. 

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Pulling away, he took a swig of the drink with a sigh. 

“Long day?” You asked. 

“You could say that, yeah.” He eyed some customers at the bar. “Though I don’t think you have time for idle chit chat.” With that, he grabbed his drink and walked off. Leaving you with a smirk and a wave. 

Letting out a frustrated huff, you clenched your fists. Releasing them with a sigh, you turned back to your work. Taking customers orders and making them to the best of your abilities. Which was fairly lackluster considering your mind kept wandering. 

Thoughts of what Eddie had done with you flooding your mind, making you shiver. Then there were the thoughts of the future. What did Volt have planned for you tonight? There was no way it was just “a chat.” From his gaze you could tell he had something planned. Though, there were many possibilities of what that could be.

The man wasn’t shy about his attraction to you. While Eddie was subtle with his advances, Volt preferred to be bold and straightforward. Sprinkling you with compliments throughout the day. Obviously touching you in a flirtatious manner. One of his hands always found its way onto you when in close proximity. His touch had you melting everytime. 

Beverly had been keeping an eye on you. One too many times, you messed up someone’s drink order. Your mind was clearly somewhere else. Normally, she wouldn’t care, but something felt fishy. After seeing your reactions around Eddie and Volt, she clocked the reason immediately. 

“Everything alright?” She asked you when you had a bit of a breather from the rush. 

“Yeah. Why?” You cursed yourself internally.

Am I that obvious?

“You just seem a bit off today. Lots of orders made incorrectly, and I know that you know what you’re doing when it comes to the bar.” She said pointedly, hand on her hip.

“I guess my mind has been wandering a lot.” Not a lie, but also not the full truth. “I’m sorry I keep messing up tonight.” 

Sighing, she shook her head. Walking up she poked you hard on the forehead.

“Hey!” You rubbed the spot on your head. “What was that for?” 

“To help you get focused. Don’t need you swooning over older men while on the job.” She smirked as your eyes widened. 

“W-what? Swooning? Older men?” You sputtered, trying to find a way to argue back.

She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“It doesn’t take a genius to know their sweet on you. Especially Eddie. That man goes out of his way to not talk to anyone, then suddenly is super chipper to talk to the new girl?” She let out a scoff. “Like I’ll believe it’s anything beside trying to get into your pants.” 

Red bloomed on your face and she let out a hearty laugh. 

“Oh you poor thing.” She chuckled lightly. “Look, you’re an adult, so I can’t make life choices for you. That being said, I’d be a bit careful fooling around with your bosses.” 

“I’m not fooling around with my bosses!” Your face grew redder.

“If you say so.” She put her hands up in surrender. 

Sighing, you returned to work. Hoping your conversation with Beverly would help you push away the thoughts somewhat. It kinda worked. That was until you saw one of the mentioned men in your peripheral. Then you were flooded once more with unseemly thoughts. This was going to be a long night. 

Finally, 2:00 am hit, and you were free from the customers. The last stragglers made their way out of the bar as you cleaned up your workspace. Throughout the rest of your shift, you felt Beverly’s eyes on you. As if she was trying to get a read on what you were thinking. She was probably accurate with what she thought she saw. The woman practically slapped you in the face with her analysis of your current situation. Embarrassing, to say the least. 

“Welp, I’m heading out.” Beverly stretched and yawned. “You headin’ out?” She asked.

“Uh, no.” You felt a blush creeping up your neck. 

“Asked to stay late again?” She gave you a knowing look.

“Yeah. Volt says he wanted to chat with me.” You couldn’t look at her.

“Is that so?” She let a silence hang in the air. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Oh, actually you won’t. I took it off.” Maybe it was a good thing you wouldn’t see her immediately after this night.

“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll see ya when I see ya then!” She headed out of the building, leaving you alone behind the bar.

You finished up cleaning up your space, then took in a deep breath. Surely, this “talk” would be nothing. Right?

“You staying late?” Eddie looked like he was about to head out when he spotted you.

“Yeah. Volt asked to speak with me.” Your eyes looked to the floor, afraid to see what would be swirling in his gaze.

“Is that right?” There was an edge to his voice. 

You nodded quickly. 

“Ah, you’re still here!” Volt waltzed in the room, paying no mind to Eddie. “Shall we?” He motioned to the office. 

“Um…” Your gaze flitted between the men. “Yes.” You joined Volt, avoiding Eddie’s searing gaze. 

“Have a goodnight!” Volt looked over his shoulder at Eddie with a smirk. 

“Night.” Eddie said, before exiting the building. 

When you entered the office, Volt motioned for you to sit in the chair in front of the desk. 

From behind, you heard the familiar sound of the lock being clicked shut. You could feel your palms begin to sweat. Thighs clenching together. 

Sauntering over, Volt smoothly sat in the seat on the other side of the desk. Clasping his hands together, he placed his chin on them. Bright eyes studying you, made you sweat even more. 

“Are you concerned?” He asked, a smirk on his face. 

“No. More like nervous.” You admitted. There’s no use in lying, not when your expressions were so easily readable. 

“And why would you be nervous?” That mischievous grin grew as he watched you squirm in your seat. 

“Because one of my bosses asked to have a chat after my shift? That’s not typically a good sign.” You bit your lip.

“Hmm… fair enough.” He moved to crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back. “However, now that I’m thinking about it. Why would you be nervous if you have done nothing wrong? Hmm?” 

Your eyes widened, and your palms grew clammy.

“I-I well… I don’t believe I have done anything wrong.” Your gaze flitted to the floor, afraid of showing off your expression.

“I see. You don’t believe you’ve done anything wrong. So there’s a possibility you have?” Oh, he was having too much fun with this. Especially based on that smile on his face. 

“Like I said. I don’t believe I’ve done anything wrong.” You took in a deep breath, attempting to steel your resolve. 

“Hmmm…” He turned to the computer on the desk, typing for a few moments. “What if I told you, I know you have done something bad?” He raised a brow.

“Well, I haven’t.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… 

“Is that so?”

Volt turned the monitor on the desk around for you to see. Immediately, your complexion went white. Looking up in the corner of the office you spotted a camera, red light flashing. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

On the monitor played a video of you and Eddie’s rendezvous. How did you not notice the camera? Did Eddie know? 

“I know what you’re thinking. Did Eddie know about the camera? Yes.” He gave an almost irritated sigh. “But, yes, there is a but. I think he forgot about it.” 

You let out a bit of the breath you were holding. A slight sigh of relief, but there were still issues to be concerned about. 

“We keep the safe in here. I thought it best to have at least a little security. Eddie thought it was a bit frivolous.” Volt rolled his eyes, remembering the conversation.  

Eddie didn’t see a point in a camera when someone would be at the bar for the majority of the day. Volt thought otherwise and got a camera installed anyways. 

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Volt pressed. While he was attempting to be professional, you could see a curl of a smirk at the corners of his lips. 

Chewing on your lip, you thought of what to say. Then an idea hit you. 

“Actually, I have a question.” 

Volt raised an amused brow, that smirk now fully on display. 

“Proceed.” He motioned for you to continue. 

“Why were you looking at the camera feed?” A smirk of your own was on your face as you caught the look of surprise in his eyes. 

Well played, live wire. 

“I have a sneaking suspicion you won’t believe me if I say it was a regular check-up?” 

You shook your head “no”.

“Very well, darling. You have caught me.” He let out an amused huff. “After learning about your late stays, I decided to check and see what you two were doing after hours. To my surprise, it was this.” He pointed at the monitor. It was still playing the video of Eddie ramming into you over the desk. 

The image made you recall the feeling of him inside you. You suppressed a moan, squeezing your thighs together. Volt caught the action, a hungry gaze now turned to you. 

“Does it excite you?” He walked around the desk, standing beside you. Reminiscent of how Eddie behaved. 

“Does it excite you?” You questioned back, attempting to be sassy. Ultimately you sounded nervous with a shaken voice. 

Volt leaned down, cupping your chin delicately. Turning your head, he eyed the remnants of Eddie’s marks on your neck. 

“Nice try, live wire, but I’m not flustered so easily.” His hand trailed down to your throat, giving it a squeeze that had you gasping. “At least, not as easily as you are.” He released his grip with a wink. 

Walking away, he returned to his chair. Slumping down with his legs spread wide. 

“Now, what should we do about you?” A glint of mischief danced in his eyes. 

“You’re not gonna fire me, are you?” Worry filled your voice. 

“I could, or you could take a punishment and we call it good.” He tapped on the armrests of the chair as he waited for your response. 

“And you’ll delete the video?” You gave him a pleading look.

“Darling, I’m not keeping it regardless.” He let out a sigh. “I enjoy voyeurism as much as anyone, but not nonconsensually.” 

You cocked your head in confusion, but he had watched it?

“I actually haven’t watched it in it’s entirety. I saw what Eddie started, and immediately stopped.”

“Then why show it to me?”

“I wanted to see how you would respond.” He gave you a smirk. 

Thinking about it, he had turned the monitor to face you. And when he walked to the front of the desk his eyes remained on you. What a fucking tease.

“What exactly do you constitute as a punishment?” You asked quietly, hands wringing your skirt. 

“I’d say about…hmm.” He stood up, tapping on his chin. “Twenty spakings? Yes, I think that would suffice.” He gave you a toothy grin, the hunger returning to his eyes. 

“Spankings?!” You yelped.

“Yes. Or I could fire you.” He shrugged as if it was the easiest decision for him to make. 

“This is blackmail!” You spat.

“You had sex on my desk, I think that is a fireable offense.” Volt’s demeanor grew cold, almost… jealous. “Now, choose.” His tone had you shivering. 

Fuck. You needed this job. Dorian would be pissed if you got fired two weeks in. Especially since he vouched for you. 

“Fine. I’ll take the punishment.” You grumbled, avoiding eye contact. 

“Wonderful.” He returned to his seat, legs set for you to lay over. “Now, come here.” He commanded. 

Red in the face, you walked over. Before you could lean over his legs, he cupped your chin. Forcing you to lean down, he made sure you were looking in his eyes. His expression grew serious.

“If it’s too much, tell me. I will stop.” He let go of your chin, then patted his lap. 

Nodding, you leaned over lap. Arms slung over his leg. A warm hand slid up your thigh, making you shiver. He flipped your skirt up, revealing your panty-clad ass. He hummed in approval at the pair of lacy panties you had on.

“Very nice.” He looped a finger under the band and snapped it, making you yelp. 

His warm hand caressed your back and thighs, then landed on your ass. 

“Now, you’re going to count for me. Do you remember how many I said you would get?” His voice was teasing.

“Twenty.” You mumbled.

“Good girl. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You squeaked out.

Part of you was extremely humiliated at this turn of events while another part of you was buzzing with excitement. The feel of his hand on your skin shooting sparks through your body.

The first slap surprised you, and you gave out another yelp. Volt waited for you to respond.

“One.” You said softly.

“I didn’t hear you!” He said in a sing-song voice, hand tenderly caressing the blooming mark.

“One.” You said louder this time.

“Very good.” 

This time, the slap was harder. Again, you yelped. However, you found yourself enjoying this. The sharp pain dissolved into pleasure when his hand turned to tenderly caress the damage from the slap. It was hot, really hot. 

Volt continued to spank you, with you counting. When you were half-way there you could tell your ass was going to be incredibly sore the next day. Still, you soldiered on. You completed the punishment with tears pricking at your eyes as you  soaked your  panties. The latter Volt noticed. Spotting the dark patch that had grown on the fabric. 

“I had a feeling you would like this.” He teased, snapping your panties again. 

Looking over your shoulder at him, you saw he was smirking at you. His eyes dark with want. 

The man assisted you in standing. You found your legs to be quite wobbly after the hits on your ass. Volt gave you an apologetic look followed by a shrug. 

“Let’s get you home.” He walked you to the front door. “I recommend aloe. It’ll help with the stinging.” 

“Thanks.” You grumbled.

“Don’t mention it.” He paused, then smirked. “Have a good day off tomorrow. I hope you and Dorian enjoy your day out.” He waved you off with a chuckle. Leaving you standing wide eyed.

Oh no. You had forgotten that you had taken the day off to spend with Dorian. Oh no. Your ass was going to hurt tomorrow. Oh no. Dorian would 100% notice your discomfort. Oh no. How would you explain this to him? 

Uh, you fell on your ass? Oh! Maybe hemorrhoids? Both excuses would have him concerned for you regardless. 

Fuck. What were you going to do?

By the next day, you still hadn’t come up with an excuse. As you got ready for the day, you could feel the ache on your butt. You spread aloe over your cheeks, but it only helped with the residual stinging. The aching was something else entirely. Likely something you would have to ice. 

A knock on your apartment door brought you out of your thoughts. Shit, he’s here already! You checked the time on your phone. Of course, as always, he was right on time. Damn you time blindness! 

Quickly, you made your way to the door. With a quick sigh, you opened it with a bright smile. Dorian stood with a bouquet and a smile of his own. 

“Good morning, love.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “How’ve you been?” 

“Um, pretty good.” He handed you the flowers. “Thank you! They’re lovely.” 

Once a month Dorian took you out on “Uncle/Daughter” dates. An odd title, but the man had his reasons for avoiding the father moniker. Each time he brought you flowers or a treat that you liked. It was something he started when he first adopted you as a child and he continued the tradition ever since. 

Dorian never wanted to let you down. When he became the father-figure in your life, he wore it as a badge of honor. Though he would never refer to himself as such. Claiming that your birth-father deserved the title. Thus, Dorian became “Uncle Dorian.” The man saw you as his daughter though. It was an odd relationship, but one that you had accepted years ago. There were times that you slipped up. Almost calling the man “Dad”. While he appreciated the sentiment, he was still very stuck in his own ways. So, Uncle it is.

After arranging the flowers in a vase, you decided to make some coffee for the two of you. Freshly grinding up some beans and using your French press. Alcoholic beverages weren’t the only drinks you were a bit pretentious about. You poured a mug out for Dorian and slid it over. He took a good whiff of it, then sighed with content. 

“You always know the way I like it.” He gave you a soft smile. 

“Of course. You were the one that taught me.” You rolled your eyes and nudged him. 

“I can’t take all the credit. You watched those, uh, online videos. They taught you well.” 

You giggled, shaking your head. 

“So, how’s the new job?” He asked, setting the mug down.

Your mind flashed back to your nights with Eddie and Volt. Taking a moment, you settled your mind.

“It’s pretty good. I’m glad the place actually cares about craft cocktails.” 

“Better than that college bar?” He teased.

Your previous bartending gig had you making huge batches of sugar water filled with vodka. It was disappointing. Especially when you wanted to have more fun with your drinks. With how crowded the joint got though, you understood the owner’s mentality. 

“So much better than the old bar.” 

“How’re your bosses treating you?” Dorian’s voice remained cheery, but his eyes became serious.

“They’re… fine? I don’t really interact with them all too much.” Liar.

Dorian raised a brow. Eddie? Sure that tracks. But Volt? No way he wasn’t up in your business. While he hated to admit it to himself, Dorian knew that you had grown into quite the beautiful young woman. He did his best to protect you, but could only do so much now that you were an adult. Still, he wanted to keep his girl safe. 

“Really? That doesn’t sound like Volt.” His gaze bore into you, attempting to read your tells.

“Well, I guess he interacts with me somewhat. But it’s fairly innocuous. He mostly focuses on MCing the joint and running the numbers.” You tried to shrug it off. 

Dorian wasn’t buying it. He reached for your hand, with a worried brow.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He hated when you lied to him.

In high school you had a bit of a mean streak hiding things from him. Ultimately, it was chalked up to a rebellious phase. From then on you were an open book to the man, so you closing off again was concerning.

“Of course I know that.” You patted his hand. “Volt hasn’t been weird with me, if that’s what you’re implying. In fact, I’m pretty sure he’s scared of you. Likely why he hasn’t tried anything.” You poked at his nose teasingly. 

Your words seemed to have worked. He let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m glad, I wouldn’t want to make you look for a new job.” 

“Dorian, I can fight my own battles.” 

His expression grew serious.

“I know, but there’s always a part of me that will be your protector.” 

His words made your heart swell. You gave him a soft smile. 

“You’ll always be my protector, Dorian.” 

The rest of the day you spent going to an art museum and piano lounge that Dorian had supplied a bouncer for. As always, you ended the day at your favorite diner, Freddy’s. And as always, Freddy himself greeted you as you came in. 

“There’s my two favorite people! Was wondering what time you were coming this month.” He followed you to your favorite booth, pulling out a notepad. “What can I getcha?”

You rolled your eyes with an airy laugh.

“You know what I want, Freddy.” 

“Ah yes, the usual. Are you going to be trying something new today?” He turned to Dorian.

“You know me, creature of comfort. I’ll take my usual as well.” 

“Sounds good. Two usuals for my favorite customers!” Freddy made a big show of clipping your tickets up. 

As you sat in the booth, you shuffled around. Attempting to get comfortable despite the ache from your ass. Huffing in frustration, you slumped into the booth. Dorian gave you a concerned look that had you worrying.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, eyes reading you again.

“Yeah!” You responded a bit too quickly. “Sorry, yes. I think I might have worked out a bit too hard the other day. Those glute machines sure are something.” Perfect! You had found a good excuse. 

Leaning back, Dorian appeared to accept your answer. You let out a quiet sigh of relief. 

“Make sure you stretch out better then, yeah?” 

“Uh yeah. I’ll be sure to do that.” You shuffled more in the seat. 

Freddy returned to your table with your drinks. As you turned to acknowledge him, Dorian spotted the remnants of a mark on your neck. His jaw tightened at the sight, eyes narrowing in on the faded bruise. 

When Freddy left, you notice Dorian’s change in demeanor. Worry furrowed your brow as you bit your lip.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, concerned about the answer.

“Peachy.” He was short with you.

“It doesn’t sound it.” 

“Are you seeing anyone?” His eyes bore into you.

Your eyes widened. What started this? 

Watching Dorian, you spotted his eyes darting from your neck back to your face. Instinctively,your hand covered your neck. The action made Dorian’s eyes narrow further.

“Um. No I’m not.” 

“Really?” He leaned over the table, removing your hand from your neck. “It don’t look like it to me.” 

“It’s nothing, Dorian.” You needed this conversation to end. 

“I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Dorian softened slightly.

“I’m not hurt.” 

“Your neck is bruised.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“It’s a hickey, big deal!” You felt like a teenager again.

“Still a type of bruise.” Dorian knew he was fighting a losing battle, but he didn’t appreciate someone marking you up like that.

“Da-, Dorian, it’s fine. I’m an adult.” 

“I know, but again, I don’t want to see you hurt.” He sighed sadly.

“I’m not hurt. I like it!” You felt your cheeks heat up at the confession. “Forget I said that.”

“You like it?” Dorian’s eyes widened. “Why?” 

“I really don’t want to explain my sex-life to you.” Again, you blushed. 

“Sex life?” Sure, he knew you were an adult that likely had lovers, but to have it confirmed? The image of the little girl he knew was shattering. 

“Again, can we just forget I said that.” You covered your face with your hands. 

“Are you at least being safe?” Dad mode had returned.

“Yes, of course.” Liar. 

“Are you actually dating this person? You’re an adult, but I’ve heard the way the younger men are treating women in those casual types…” He trailed, trying his best to come off as helpful, but only digging himself further into a hole of embarrassment. 

“Okay, this conversation is done!” You exclaimed as Freddy arrived back at your table, food in hand.

“Did I interrupt something?” He asked, eyes darting between you and Dorian. 

“No! Thank you, Freddy!” You tried to shoo him off.

“Actually, I would like your opinion on something.” Dorian stopped Freddy from leaving.

“Um, is it quick? It’s kinda the dinner rush.” 

“Dorian…” You hissed through your teeth. 

“I just want another man’s opinion.” He turned to Freddy. “What would you say if you found out your daughter was engaging with people casually?” 

“Engaging with- oh! You mean sleeping around?” He chuckled awkwardly. 

Your face bloomed bright red. “I guess I would just want them to be safe.” Freddy shrugged his shoulders, trying to avoid eye-contact with you. 

“Alright! This conversation is done! You can go, Freddy.” You had a crazed look in your eyes that had Freddy scampering off. Whipping your head around to Dorian, you gave him a glare.

“Why the fuck would you bring someone else into that conversation?” You hissed.

“Language, sweetheart.” Dorian crossed his arms, giving you an amused look.

“You did not have to embarrass me like that.” 

“I was just trying to show you that any good parent would care about their kid.”

“By announcing their sex life?!” You realized you were a bit too loud. Multiple people turned their heads in your direction. 

“Why don’t we calm down and eat?” Dorian picked up his fork, stabbing it into an egg. 

“I’m not particularly hungry anymore. Considering you just implied to Freddy that I sleep around!” 

“I did not imply such a thing.” He shoved egg into his mouth, swallowing it thickly. It was donning on Dorian how badly he had just fucked up. 

“Urgh! You can be so frustrating!” You stood up. “I’m going to the car.” 

Dorian finished up alone in the restaurant as you waited in his car. You watched as people made their way around downtown, sighing. Then, a burst of spite shot through you. Pulling out your phone you scrolled down your contact list. This could ruin you in a good or bad way, but you decided to risk it. 

Hey, I’m gonna stay after work tomorrow. Wincing, you sent the message. 

After a moment, you saw response bubbles pop up. Bouncing in your seat, you eagerly awaited their reply. 

It’s a date then. Followed by a winking emoji. Oh you were fucked up in the head. 

A few minutes later, Dorian joined you in the car. He handed you your meal boxed up. You gave him a nod, then stared forward. It was an awkward drive home, but you preferred to let him stew in his regret. 

When you arrived at your apartment, you exited the car. Dorian opened his mouth to say something, but couldn’t find the right words. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed.

“By the way, since you care so much about my sex life. My ass doesn’t hurt because I worked out. I let a grown-ass man spank me.” With that you slammed the car door. 

As soon as you turn around, you regret your actions. Dorian watched as you made it safely inside, then hit his head on the steering wheel. Sighing, he admonished himself.

“Dorian, you fucking idiot.” 

The next day you were back at the bar. Feeling eyes burning into you throughout your entire shift. Nerves were shooting through you all night. It was very cocky of you to send that message, and you had no idea if you were going to regret it. Based on how the man was already responding to you, you had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case. 

The night went by slowly, your body buzzing with excitement. Excitement that Eddie noticed. 

“What’s got you so energized?” He studied you.

“Energized?” You feigned ignorance.

“Yeah, you keep fidgeting and bouncing on your toes.” He took a sip of the drink you just made him, steely eyes still studying you.

“Well, I guess that’s what three Monsters will do to you.” You shrugged. 

“I guess so.” He didn’t seem convinced. “You planning on staying late again?” 

Shit. The man could read you like a book. It seemed like he wanted to crack you open like one too. 

“Um, yeah. Volt asked me to.” You darted your eyes away from Eddie.

“Did he?” He watched you with an amused smirk.

“Yeah, he did.” You said bluntly.

Groaning, the man stood up then made his way around the bar. Beverly had left early, leaving you alone. The man took opportunity of your isolation, blocking you against the counter. 

“That’s funny.” He leaned in toward you. “I recall asking him if he needed any help. You wanna know what he said?” His steely eyes bore into you, looking to rip out the truth.

“No, I don’t.” You didn’t budge.

“He said he didn’t. So, did Volt really ask you to stay?” “I did.” The man himself appeared on the other side of the bar. An unamused look on his face. 

Eddie slid away from you, clenching his jaw. His hand cupped your chin, thumb at your bottom lip. Unconsciously, your tongue flicked out against it. Catching the action, he smirked.

“You remember what I told you. You know what to expect.” He gave you a heated gaze as you nodded. 

With that, he walked away. Leaving you and Volt alone. 

“You’re quite bold.” He said, his own heated gaze now on you. 

“I am?” You bit your lip nervously.

“Indeed you are.” His eyes flitted to your lips. “I’ll see you in the office after close.” 

Once closing time came around, Eddie made another stop to see you before he left. Volt was already in the office. Eddie watched as you finished mopping up the bar, arms crossed. You could feel his steely gaze on you the entire time. 

When you finished, he came up to you. Hand immediately reaching for your throat, he pulled you to him. 

“What are you?” He huffed against your lips.

“Y-yours.” You responded instinctively.

“Good.” His lips grazed against yours. “I need you to understand that. No matter what happens to you, you are mine.” His hand squeezed your throat. “Understand?” He pulled back to look into your eyes. The hunger in his made your heart rate speed up. 

With wide eyes, you nodded. To which he clicked his tongue at you.

“Try again. Say it.”

“I understand.” You breathed out. 

“Hmm. Good.” He released his hold on you. Leaving you with just the whisper of his lips. 

Now alone, you decided to make your way to the back office. Buzzing on multiple forms of adrenaline at this point. As you opened the door, you knocked on it to announce your presence. Behind the desk, Volt sat, waiting. The familiar glean of hunger in his eyes as they raked over you. 

He stood up, walking toward you. A large hand pressed the door closed behind you, then locked it. The hand moved to cup your face, he leaned in toward you. Eyes fluttering shut, you leaned in. However, he didn’t kiss you. Instead letting out an amused chuckle. The hot air of his breath fanning your face. 

“My my, how eager.” 

You opened your eyes to see him studying you. 

“Volt…”

“Yes?”

“Please fuck me.”

His eyes widened at your brazen request. He was planning on teasing you for a while, but there was something desperate in your eyes. A different kind of hunger, needy, and very very enticing. 

Suddenly, he pulled you back in. Pressing his soft lips against your own. His tongue immediately searched for yours in the heated kiss. When you reciprocated, he moaned into your mouth. God, you tasted good. 

Pulling away for a breath, a string of saliva snapped between the two of you. The sight had you diving back up at him. Messily pressing your lips against his once more. 

As you kissed, his hands wandered over your body. The touch was electrifying, making you whine into his mouth. Oh, he needed to hear more. 

Breaking away again, he ran over to a futon in the corner of the office. Quickly removing various papers and boxes off of it. So that was there the whole time… and you were fucked on a desk. Cool.

“Lay down, darling.” He pulled you over to him. “I’ll take care of you.” He kissed you again, his body pushing you down onto the futon. 

Volt’s lips pressed down your jaw and neck, in between your clothed breasts, and down to your thighs. Pushing up your dress, he groaned. Another cute pair of lacy panties. Already soaking with a dark patch. It really was easy to rile you up. 

His fingers pet you over your panties, making you keen. He watched your body respond to his touch with an amused grin. Eyes sparkling as they took in your writhing body and moans. 

“So sensitive…” He said to himself. 

Seeing your clear desperation, he decided to push forward. Sliding your panties down after receiving a nod of approval. Spreading your thighs he moaned loudly. Feeling blood rush to his cock at the sight. Your cunt glistening with need. 

His fingers returned to your sex, making you writhe and whine. He inserted two fingers, pumping and curling them against your sweet spot. 

“That feels… oh!” You cried out as his fingers continued to pump.

“Do you like that?” He purred, nipping your ear.

“Y-yes. Ah!” 

Suddenly, he pulled out his fingers. You whined at the loss as he brought them to his lips. He moaned as he sucked off your slick. 

“Delicious. I must have more, if I may?” 

“Y-yes, please.” You shook with anticipation. 

Volt shifted to a comfortable position between your legs. Slowly he pressed teasing kisses up your thighs. Each touch of his lips sent sparks through you. The burning need inside you was growing with each feather-light kiss. 

Squirming in his hold you let out a pathetic whine. He paid no mind, opting to hold down your legs as he continued to tease around your needy cunt. Lips just barely moving over your sensitive clit, making you jolt. 

“Voooolt…” The sound of your whining made his cock twitch. 

He stopped kissing your thighs. Sitting up to get a better look at you. All sprawled out on the futon, chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Eyes drooping in lust as your mouth hung slightly open. Just begging to be kissed. So he did. 

The man crawling over you to press his lips against yours deeply. His tongue  prodding at your lips, begging to have another taste of you. As you felt his tongue tangle with yours you let out a low moan. Volt’s hand trailed up your thigh, fingers brushing against your pussy. With a quick slap of his fingers, he sent sparks of pleasurable pain through you. He caught your yelp of surprise with his mouth pressed against yours. 

Oh you were being so good for him. So needy, malleable . Just what he needed. 

He pulled away to look at you. Your eyes filled with a desperate want. 

“Volt, stop teasing!” You pouted. 

He nipped at your bottom  lip, then placed a tender kiss against it. 

“Is that how you ask nicely?” He asked lowly. 

His words made you shiver and blush.

“Please?” 

“Please what? Kiss you, touch you, tease you?” He hummed with an amused smirk. 

Clenching your fists, you let out a frustrated huff. 

Narrowing your eyes, you threw a glare at him. To which he let out a loud laugh. 

“We can stop. I can leave you like this.” He waved over your body. “Wanting and needy. Desperate for my touch.” He spoke lowly against your ear. 

“N-no!” You were surprised at the sudden outburst. 

“No? Then be a good girl, and ask nicely.” He grinned at you. 

“Please…” you winced at the fact that you were about to lose some pride. “Please eat me out.” 

“Now, was that so hard?” He kissed you, then trailed down your body. 

Finally his lips had arrived where you needed them to be most. He gave your clit a soft kiss that had you shivering. Tentatively, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub. Your hips jolted at the spark of pleasure that shot through you. His tongue began to languidly lap at your folds, making you moan with each stroke. Your thighs around his head were already shaking from his ministrations. 

Volt hummed with content as he ate you out. Continuing a slow pace as he enjoyed you. Fuck you tasted good, and you had such a pretty pussy too. He decided to treat you a bit more delicately before utterly ruining you with his cock. With you already shaking and moaning, he wondered how you were going to handle him fucking you. He was excited to find out. 

“You taste divine, darling.” He lifted his head briefly to take a look at you. Just from his mouth on you, you already looked fucked out. 

He kissed down your tummy, back to your weeping cunt. Tongue plunging in once more, sending pleasure coursing through you. It felt like you couldn’t hold back your moans. Each lick made you cry out louder and louder. Each sound made Volt’s cock twitch against the constraint of his pants. Begging to fill you up already. However, he could have some patience. Especially considering how close you were.

You could feel that familiar knot growing within you, readying itself to snap. 

Volt brought two of his fingers to your hole. Easily pressing them in as you were soaked. He groaned at the feeling of your heat sucking up his fingers. His mouth continued to flick at your clit while his fingers pumped inside you. Brushing against that spongy spot that had you crying out in pleasure. The knot was getting tighter and tighter. A buzzing energy, ready to burst. 

“Volt! Ah!” The way you cried out his name had him moaning against you. 

A final suck on your clit along with a pump from his curled fingers had the knot snapping. Thighs tightening around his head, your release splashed over his mouth and chin. Fuck, that was hot. Volt’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he continued to lap slowly. Bringing you down from your high. 

When your thighs released from around him, he stood up. Mouth glistening with your slick as he smiled down at you. The want in his eyes burning bright. 

With his fingers, he teased your overstimulated cunt. Letting out a low chuckle, he watched you squirm beneath him. 

“My, my. So messy.” He crooned at you. 

You whined when he took his fingers away, but then moaned as you watched him remove his belt. His pants and boxers followed, making his cock hit back against his stomach. He was very long, with a decent girth. Yet another delicious looking cock. 

Before you could move to sit up, Volt pushed you back down by your shoulder. 

“You really are eager.” He smirked. “As lovely as having you suck my cock sounds, I wish to enjoy other parts of you.” He licked his lips, before crawling on top of you. 

His cock brushed up against your soaked pussy lips, making him groan. Fuck, you already felt so good. All he needed now was to feel that warm and welcoming heat. He couldn’t wait and pushed into you in one swift motion. The feeling of him filling you had you moaning. Your hands reached for his arms. Something to ground you as you felt the blunt head push against your sweet spot. 

“Volt! Oooohh…” Your eyes scrunched shut. 

With just one thrust against that gummy spot, you were already clenching around him. Squirting onto the lower half of his torso. He watched you spasm around him in awe, never experiencing anything like this before. The feeling of you squeezing his cock had him groaning. It felt like you were trying to milk him, not that he minded. 

“F-fuck, darling. Mmph…” He moved inside you as your orgasm still rocked you. 

Each brush of his cock within you had the pleasure lasting longer. It was almost becoming too much as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Something about seeing you cry had Volt’s cock twitching inside you. God, you looked so pretty. When he thought about ruining you, he didn’t think it would be this easy. 

He wasn’t even close to finishing yet. It left him wondering how many more times he could make you cum around his length. As he watched you writhe and moan beneath him, he decided he needed to find out. 

Nimble fingers reached for your clit as he pounded into you. You reached to stop his hand, but his free hand grabbed yours and pinned them above your head. Tears were now streaming down your face at the overstimulation. It felt so fucking good, but you didn’t know if you could handle more.

“Volt! It’s- ah! It’s too much!” You cried out, hips jolting as he continued to rub at your clit. 

“I know you can handle it, my live wire.” He pressed his lips to yours. 

With each circle around your clit he could feel you tightening. Another orgasm on the horizon. It made him smile as he moaned at the feeling. Oh, he could get used to this. Fucking you silly, making you cum over and over on his cock. 

Hips meeting his thrusts, you felt another orgasm shoot pleasure through you. Your pussy clenching around Volt once again. A guttural groan passing through his lips at how good you felt. As if you couldn’t help it, your hips still kept meeting his movements. Riding out your orgasm moaning over and over. 

Your pussy pulsed around his cock. So full and overstimulated. How much more could you feasibly take? Volt was going to find out. 

His hand released yours, moving to your hip. Quickly, he folded you over into a mean mating press. The head of his cock pummeling against your sweet spot. 

The pleasure was growing again, it was too much. Yet, you still wanted it. No, needed it. 

Volt was nearing his end. Balls tightening as he thrusted deep into your soaked cunt. All you could do was take it. Tears of overstimulation still flowed from your eyes as you sobbed from his continual pounding. 

The man used your body, desperate to have you cum around him one more time. Just one more, then he’d join you. Filling you up so nicely. The thought had his cock twitching, a warning that he was on the precipice of his climax. 

With precision, the head of his cock continued to pump against that sweet spot within you. Your eyes were wide as you could feel another orgasm about to slam into you. Letting out a weak moan, your pussy throbbed against him.

“Just one more, darling. I know you can handle it. Please.” He practically whimpered. 

Your pussy clenched around him tighter than before, making you scream out. He followed, filling you up with hot ropes of cum. A long moan escaped him as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. It felt like forever before he stopped pumping into your overstimulated cunt. His cock twitching and pulsing as your walls released around it. 

“Ah!” He moaned, pulling out of you. 

His eyes focused on your glistening pussy, a smirk on his face as he watched his spend trail down your thighs. His focus flitted back to your face. Boneless, your gaze was glazed over. Every nerve in your body was extremely sensitive. Thighs shaking with aftershocks of your orgasms. 

Ever the gentleman, Volt took care of you. Cleaning you up, and pulling your panties back up. As much as he could, he cuddled and caressed you on the futon, helping you come down from the experience. 

When you returned to earth, you turned to face him. He caressed your cheek with fondness, a soft smile on his face. Your eyes flitted to his lips, an action he caught with a smirk.

“Do you wish to kiss me again?” He teased, barely brushing his lips against yours.

“Yes.” You breathed out, then pressed your lips to his.

It was soft… sweet. Seemed like both Volt and Eddie had at least some softness to their rougher edges. You enjoyed the fact that you were the one that just so happened to experience them. 

Volt’s gaze moved to your neck. He grumbled to himself, realizing he had forgotten to do something. Before you knew it, you felt his lips on your neck. Mouth biting and sucking a purple mark onto your skin. Pulling back, he admired his work with a smirk. 

“Looks like you’ll have to pull out that turtleneck again.”

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The next night you did in fact don another turtleneck. Beverly eyed you suspiciously, then shrugged her shoulders. It’s your life, she supposed. 

As soon as Eddie arrived at the bar, he practically beelined to you. When he saw your outfit, you noticed his expression turn cold. Steely gaze making you shiver. 

“Help me grab more ice from the back.” He practically growled at you. 

Beverly let out a scoff. Wow, he was not trying to hide anything whatsoever. As long as it didn’t affect her, she wouldn’t get involved. Let you deal with whatever drama was happening. 

Timidly, you followed Eddie to the backroom. Part of you shaking with excitement, the other with fear of what was to come. 

When the door was shut, Eddie walked up to you and pulled down your collar. His frown growing deeper at the sight of the new mark. 

“Have a fun night?” He asked lowly, eyes now locked with yours. 

“Yes.” You tried standing taller, attempting to make yourself look less afraid. 

“Do you remember what I said?”

“Yes.” You waited with bated breath for whatever came next.

“Then tell me.” He commanded, making you shiver. 

“I’m yours.” You stared back into his eyes, seeing a glimmer of something within them. 

“Good.” He sighed. 

He reached around you, pulling out a bag of ice from a deep freeze. Shoving it in your arms, he motioned for you to leave the room. Before you exited, he had one more thing to say.

“I hope you know that you’re staying late tonight.” 

[a99jazzybean]

Ahhh! I love this so much! Chance, my pookie!

what part of his is the seven and eight?👀

best dateable ever! he is so darn cute but I drew him freaky before the wholesome one heheheh

based on the fic that I read on AO3 made by @a99jazzybean has the same fic posted her in tumblr! go check it out guys! that fic never left my mind ever since I read it~ I love your work so much especially how you wrote chance <3!

[a99jazzybean]

Can I please request some Beverly (Date Everything) x butch lesbian!reader fluff?

I really hope I did reader justice! Thank you for the request!

On the House

synop: You decided to go into a new bar, meeting the beautiful ginger bartender. The two of you grow fonder of each other, throwing flirty comments left and right. You're an active member in your LGBTQ community and eventually, you find a way to help both her and yourself. You gain a space for a voting watch party, and she gains more customers!

words: 3.8K

includes: Beverlyxbutch lesbian!reader, alcohol, fluff, politics, kissing

a/n: I liked writing this a lot. I hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts!

Sprinkles of rain patter around you as you make your way downtown. Puddles pool in the scattered potholes on the road, reflecting the streetlight’s glow in the dark. For the typical hustle and bustle of the city it’s oddly calm. There’s still some people loitering around various businesses, but the crowds you expect are nowhere to be found. 

Shrugging, you smile to yourself. Taking a moment to enjoy the temporary calm. 

You continue down the road, no destination planned for the night. Somehow, you knew you would find somewhere to be. That’s how it tends to go. Wandering around, then ending up in a bar or club of some variety. Finding a way to enjoy your night. 

Out of the corner of your eye you spot a neon sign you hadn’t seen before. In bright yellow, words spell out “The Bar Cart”. You try to recall the last business that was in the building. Likely a restaurant. That’s right, it was a pizza place. Attempting to capitalize on the college students in the area. However, it opened in the middle of summer. Ultimately shutting their doors a few weeks in. 

It was nice seeing a new business pop up. Thankfully choosing a better time to set up shop. 

Making your way across the street, you avoided the various puddles. When you reached the door you could hear some guitar music coming from the bar. Pushing in, you were met with a fairly cozy sight for a bar. The space was lit with a warm glow. Instead of a typical set up, a hodgepodge of different tables and chairs were on the floor. Many clearly thrifted. You liked it. 

Inside there were about three other people. All of them sitting at a table playing a board game. Making your way to the bar you were greeted by the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. Just her smile toward you had your cheeks flaring red. 

Beautiful red hair and stunning emerald eyes had your mouth slightly agape. 

Realizing you had been staring, you shook yourself out of it. 

“Welcome to the Bar Cart! What can I getcha?” Her sweet voice rang into your ears. Of course she also sounded gorgeous. 

“Jack and Coke?” You asked, voice cracking. 

From her presence alone you were feeling nervous. Why? You’ve seen plenty of beautiful women before. Even easily bedded them… This was different though, and you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

“You sure that’s all you want?” Her green eyes sparkled with intrigue. Begging you to ask for something else. 

“I’m not really too fancy.” You chuckled awkwardly. “Do you have something you want to make?” 

The sparkle in her eyes grew along with her smile. 

“Of course!” 

She immediately turned around. Pulling out various liquor bottles. Humming to herself, she fills a shaker with ice then pours the alcohol. She shakes the mixture for a few seconds, then pulls out a glass. With precision she pours the drink. When she is done, she slides it over to you. 

“Tada!” She looked down at the glass. “Wait! Actually…” She looked around her. 

Spotting an old receipt, she folded it into a paper plane. Delicately, she set it on the side of the glass. 

“Now… Tada!” She motioned to the drink. 

It was a pinkish orange color and smelled of citrus. Raising the glass to her, you took a sip. Fairly sweet, but just bitter enough. Smacking your lips in satisfaction, you gave her a smile. 

“That’s pretty good! What is it?” 

“Thank you! It’s a Paper Plane.” 

“Well thank you…” You paused for her to say her name. 

“Oh! It’s Beverly.”

You raised an interested brow at her. 

“I know, kinda ironic considering my job. I just like to think it was a destiny thing.” She shrugged with a smile. “What about you, stranger? Got a name?” 

You gave her your name. She said it back to you, making your cheeks flare up. Oh, you could get used to her saying your name. 

“I like it.” She said, not helping the blush on your face. 

“Thanks.” You took another sip of the drink, hoping the alcohol burning down your throat would give you a bit more liquid courage. 

“So you normally come to bars alone, or is tonight an exception?” She gave you a playful grin. 

Fuck it, you could play along too. 

“Are you asking if I’m single?” You quirked a brow as you took another sip of your drink. 

“I don’t know, do you want me to be?” 

Shrugging nonchalantly, you gave her a smirk of your own. One that had her feeling butterflies. 

“Potentially.” 

Stretching out, you let out a yawn. Checking your watch you realized it was a bit later than you expected. Time flies fast when you’re having fun. 

“How much do I owe ya?” You asked, pulling out your wallet. 

She waved you off with a light scoff. 

“No need. It’s on the house.”

“You sure?” You asked while pulling out some cash. 

“Of course! You let me make whatever I want!” She gave you a bright smile that had your heart swelling. 

You placed some cash in a tip jar, the action making her light up.

“Should I keep letting you do what you want then?” You teased. 

“Potentially.” She gave you another dazzling smile. 

It was a week later when you decided to stop by again. This time after a meeting with your local queer coalition. You had recalled seeing some pride flags at the bar and felt like you had gained another space for your community, so you urged your friends to join you. Plus, having a wingman wouldn’t hurt, right?  

“Oooh, this place is… unique?” Lux took a quick look around the bar. A discontent look on their face. 

No matter, you had a feeling it wouldn’t be quite to their tastes. However, you preferred not paying a $20 cover charge for a gay bar full of only straight chicks. Not really your scene, or anyone you knew for that matter. 

“I think it’s cute. Homey.” Betty said with a small smile on her face. 

She took in the space, her gaze landing on a ginger bartender. Nudging your side she leaned her head in the bar’s direction. 

“And is this our fiery haired siren you’ve spoken so kindly about?” She teased. 

Shaking your head, you let out an airy chuckle. Looking at the bar you see Beverly spot you and your group. That sweet smile on her face as she recognized you.

“Wondered when you were gonna turn up again, stranger.” She gave you a wink. 

“Ooh… stranger.” Betty teased quietly. 

You could feel red burning on your cheeks. This was not a reaction you were quite used to. Typically you were the one making others blush. While it was new, it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. A nice change of pace, you concluded.

“Got anything special for me today?” You ask, giving her the reins once more. 

Tapping her chin, Beverly thought of a drink. 

“You seem like the type that enjoys bitter. Am I right?” She looked at you expectantly.

“Mmm, typically, I’d say. From you, I’ll take anything.” You felt pride fill your chest as you spotted a blush dusting her cheeks. 

“I’ll get something made up for you then!” She practically squeaked, still reeling a bit from your blatant flirting. 

“Smooth.” Betty was back in your ear. 

“You know, I could do without the additional commentary.” You chuckled.

Betty took a seat at the bar, chin propped on her hand. She looked you over with a smile.

“I thought you said you wanted a wing-man?” 

“I suppose I did.” You conceded, joining her at the bar. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Beverly watched the two of you interact. Feeling a bubble of jealousy in her stomach. It seemed like you were close. Clearly joking with one another, but why did it matter? This was your second time meeting each other. 

However, Beverly couldn’t doubt the immediate spark she felt when engaging with you the first time. Perhaps she had just been single for too long, but even then… this felt different. She couldn’t deny something about you was drawing her in, and she wasn’t particularly upset about that. 

Quickly, Beverly put together your drink. Straining it into a coupe glass before handing it over. Your fingers brushing as you take the drink from her. A spark shooting straight up your arm to your heart at the brief touch. 

“Um, a whiskey sour. Hope you enjoy!” She smiled sheepishly. 

Bringing the drink to your lips, you felt Beverly’s eyes on you. Seemingly hoping for approval for her drink. Approval that you gave her with a hum of content. 

“It’s very good, thank you!” You said.

“No, thank you! I don’t get many customers asking for my opinion.” She let out an awkward chuckle. “Or many customers in general.” 

“Really?” You ask, looking around the space. You guess it was pretty dead for a Friday night. 

“Well, you’ve got at least one regular.” You gave her a grin.

Her eyes sparkled at your words. 

“Really?”

“Of course, not everyday that I get a cute bartender that makes me something new.” 

Her face turned red at the compliment. 

“Well, it’s not everyday that I get a sexy leather clad person in my bar.” She bit her lip, nervously. Hoping that her compliment equally flustered you.

It did. Leaving you open mouthed, and very red in the face. 

“Now, can I get you anything?” She turned to Betty. 

Betty had a huge grin on her face after seeing the interaction between you and Beverly. Who needed to see some live entertainment when this scene just played out in front of her. Someone should’ve brought popcorn. 

“Um, espresso martini, please.” She told Beverly, who gave her a nod. 

As she made the drink, Betty turned to you with a wide eyed gaze. She placed a hand on your shoulder and shook it. 

“Look at you go! Sexy and leather clad.” She flipped at the collar of your bomber jacket. 

“I’m sure my gramps would love that his old jacket is still pickin’ up chicks.” You chuckled, sipping on your drink. 

“If it’s making your dating life this easy, I might have to borrow it!” 

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” You clutched the jacket to yourself. “I don’t need its luck rubbing off.”

Crossing her arms, Betty gave you a faux pout. You didn’t budge. Rolling her eyes, she let out a dramatic sigh.

“Speaking of dating life…” You trailed, hoping she would finish.

“Ugh, it’s miserable.” She sighed. 

“Are we talking about Betty’s dating life? Because, woof.” Lux had returned. 

“Where did you run off to?” You raised a questioning brow at them. 

“I needed to let folks know about the up and coming bar that I discovered in our town! I’m a trendsetter, obvi.” They waved you off. “Now, let’s get back to the dumpster fire that is our Betty’s love life!” They gave a cheery wiggle of their hands. 

“Haven’t you heard enough?” Betty groaned. 

“Yes, but our dear friend hasn’t. And while I am amazing, and have a fabulous track record. Their love life has seemed more stable than most.” Lux beamed at you.

“I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment.” You huffed. 

“You should. Because it is! Your dating life seems incredibly blah to moi, but… you seem to have your shit together.” 

“Fair enough.” Lux did have a point.

While you were a stereotypical butch, your dating life had been pleasantly non-stereotypical. All of your relationships ending somewhat amicably, minus the ones in high school. But those don’t really count. 

“What’s going on, Betty?” You place your hand on her back, giving it a comforting rub.

“I don’t know. It just seems like no matter where I look, I will never find ‘the one’.” She used her fingers as quotes. 

Ah, this again. Betty had an interesting outlook on love to say the least. Feeling as if she needed to find “her person”. Now you felt like you were going to have to give her your usual “that shit doesn’t matter speech.” However, this time you had the assistance of one very cute bartender. 

“Not to intrude.” Beverly was back with Betty’s drink. “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about your love-life.”

“More like lack of one.” Lux said, to which Betty shot him a glare. 

“Please, continue.” She looked up at Beverly expectantly. Betty would take any advice at this point. 

“I have a question. If you don’t mind.” Betty waved for her to continue. “Have you ever felt the spark? Like you just click with someone?” Beverly looked at you in the corner of her eye, making your heart jolt.

Betty thought for a moment. Taking a sip of her drink, she hummed with delight. 

“Now that I’m thinking about it, I guess I haven’t.” She took another sip. “By the way, this is absolutely delicious.” 

“Thank you. Now, why do you think you haven’t?” She raised a brow at Betty.

“I don’t know.” Betty looked down, then back up quickly. As if she just had an epiphany. “Or maybe that’s why.”

Beverly smiled knowingly at her.

“I need to figure out what I want.” She nodded to herself.

You stared between Beverly and Betty, dumbfounded. Years! Literally years! You had explained this to her for years, and all it took was some sage words from a bartender? 

Lifting your glass to Beverly, you downed the rest of the drink. Damn, you could get used to ordering more from her. Truly, you could get used to more of her.

“Congratulations on the breakthrough.” You chided Betty.

“Thank you! It feels good!” She gave you a bright smile, then her eyes darted over to Beverly. The bartender was staring at you. 

“You know what, I think Lux and I will go chill in that corner booth over there.” Betty wrapped an arm around Lux, who pouted.

“What? I was gonna order-”

“I can bring it to ya!” Beverly chimed in.

“Oh wonderful. I’ll take another of those espresso martinis, thaaaaanks!” 

You were left alone at the bar with Beverly as she went to work on the drink. After she brought it over, she returned in front of you. 

“Sooo… your friends seem fun.” She smiled politely.

“It’s okay, I know they’re a lot. But they are fun too.” You glanced over at the two, now deep in conversation.

“How’d you meet? You seem to have quite different personalities.”

“We’re a part of the local queer coalition. Group of LGBTQ plus folks and allies. Lux, Betty, and I are on the executive board.” 

“Wow, you seem pretty involved then.” You could see that sparkle in her emerald eyes again.

“I suppose. I guess I never had anything like it growing up, so if I can help the new generation of youngin’s, I will.” You shrugged nonchalantly. It wasn’t really your speed to brag about the work you were doing. 

“I find that pretty admirable.” Her words had your heart swelling. 

“Well, enough about me. What about you? Why start a new bar in town?” You ask, leaning your chin on your hand.

“It’s actually the fourth bar I’ve tried running…” She bit her lip. 

“Really?” That had your eyes widening. 

“Yeah.” She let out a sad sigh. “Really.” 

“How’d you manage to do that?” You awkwardly attempted to continue the conversation.

“First I tried opening a bar in my small town, then tried running my grandfather’s bar, then tried the next town over, and now I’m here. Attempting to get this thing going in a college town.” She looked around the mostly empty bar in sadness. “As you can see, it’s not going too well.” 

“Would you like some help?” An idea popped into your head.

“I mean, I guess, but how could you help?” 

You gave her a big grin, bouncing in your seat. This could kill two birds with one stone for you!

“So, the president of our organization is actually running for mayor in the upcoming election.” Beverly’s eyebrows lifted with curiosity, she motioned for you to go on. “And we’re looking for a spot to hold the voting watch party that’s coming up in a few weeks. It’s gonna be a pretty big crowd, and I know the folks will love what you’ve got going on here.” You motioned to your friends, now deep in conversation. Glasses empty.

“How many people are we talking?” She was fully engaged now, practically bouncing on her toes. 

“At least fifty, likely more.” That had Beverly’s eyes widening. 

“Fifty… I don’t know if I could handle that on my own.”

“I’ll help.” You said without hesitation.

She gave you a questioning look.

“Pro bono, you don’t have to worry about a thing. Just give us the space, drinks, and three televisions that can connect to the local news stations.” 

Tapping her chin, she thought on the plan for a moment. Nodding to herself, she smiled. An outstretched hand greeted you, which you took. Both of you feeling that spark once more. 

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Throughout the next few weeks you joined Beverly at the bar. Learning how to mix various cocktails as you prepared for the watch party. 

“So Ceilia, she sounds pretty cool.” Beverly attempted to start conversation as you helped her clean up the bar. 

Pausing your mopping, you looked up at her. 

“She’s amazing. Seriously, one of the greatest people I ever met.” You leaned on the mop, gazing up. “She’s been a mentor for me. Huge inspiration.”

“How exactly has she inspired you?”

You let out an airy huff. 

“She’s our town’s queer history. Literally heading so many civil rights movements. Super about intersectionality. No matter what, she’s never stopped fighting. I’m honestly surprised it took her this long to get into the political sphere.”

“She sounds pretty inspiring.” Beverly gave you a smile, loving your passion. 

“She is.”

“Do you know why she chose to run now?” It probably wasn’t the best look, but being new in town, Beverly had no idea about local politics. Might as well learn from someone close to that circle. 

“Her opponent, Burt Assley.” You groaned at the thought of the man. “His name is fitting. He’s literal scum, and currently a city councilman. He’s tried to get so many bullshit ordinances passed. Thankfully the majority of city council is on our side, but if he became mayor...” You shook your head.

“Do you think Celia has a chance?” The thought of this Burt guy had Beverly shivering with disgust.

“Yeah. Polls are looking in her favor right now, but it’s a really tight race. Same thing for the other city council seats. So much for a ‘progressive college town’…” You let out a frustrated huff, then shook yourself out of it. 

You returned to mopping, you and Beverly working in a comfortable silence. When you were finished, you gazed over the clean bar with a fulfilling sense of accomplishment. 

“Thanks for all your help.” Beverly said.

She looked exhausted. Her normal chipper attitude now duller as bags hung under her eyes. 

“Of course. Anytime.” You gave her a smile, and she gave you a tired one back. “Let’s get you home, yeah?” 

She nodded with a yawn. 

After locking up, you walked the few blocks to her apartment building. When you arrived, the two of you stood at the entrance awkwardly. Rubbing your neck, you decided to take your leave. 

“Well, have a goodnight!” You looked away from her, biting your lip nervously.

“Thanks, you too. And seriously, thanks for the help.” She gave you a sweet smile. 

Before you could turn to walk to your place, Beverly enveloped you in a tight hug. You stood surprised for a moment, then wrapped your arms around her. Appreciating the warmth radiating off of her. The two of you stood there for a moment, enjoying each other’s embrace. It felt… right. 

When you pulled away, you could see her green gaze sparkling with adoration. She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, then sprinted to the entrance doors. Waving, she gave a farewell. 

“Goodnight! Sweet dreams!”

When she exited your view, you turned to walk home. Your hand rubbed your cheek where she kissed you. Feeling the remnants of a spark, you smiled brightly.

The night had arrived, as you had predicted Beverly’s little bar was packed. On the walls, three televisions were playing the local stations. Votes were continuing to come in as polling places prepared to close within the hour. 

You and Beverly were busy behind the bar. Mixing dozens of cocktails to give to various voters and campaign volunteers. Celia offered the first round on her, the grace of the woman was unmatched. People were buzzing with adrenaline as they waited for votes to come in. Chatting both you and Beverly up as you worked the bar. They were also leaving very generous tips, much appreciated. 

“Thank you for getting this set up again.” Celia had returned to the bar with a soft smile. 

“It was nothing, thanks for agreeing to come here.” You returned a smile of your own.

Behind her a cameraman from one of the local stations was recording. It was a bit awkward, but you knew it was to be expected. It was the biggest election in your city, so the news had to be there. 

“Polling places have closed!” Celia’s wife Florence walked over, typing furiously on her phone.

Celia gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, love.” She sucked in a breath, preparing for the results. “It’ll at least be another hour before we get anything.” 

Looking up at one of the televisions, you saw that the numbers were fairly close. So far Celia was in the lead with 39 percent of the vote. Crossing your fingers, you hoped your city wasn’t going backwards. 

After an hour, the news broadcasts were calling the races. 

“With 65 percent of the vote, Celia Stipple has won the mayor race.” 

A large cheer erupted from the crowd in the bar. You spotted Betty and Lux embrace and jump around. Lux then immediately pulled out their phone to take a selfie with the results. 

Next to you, Beverly gave a loud whoop. Catching your gaze, she embraced you. Both of you blushed at the sudden action. Her eyes darted to your lips then back to your eyes. Fuck it, she thought before pressing her lips against yours. Your eyes widened, then shut. Your hand cupping her cheek as you reciprocated the kiss. 

“Hell yeah, get it, sister!” Lux popped by the bar, a smug grin on their face. 

You blushed as you pulled away from the kiss. Beverly had red painting her own cheeks. 

“S-sorry! I was just so excited that we won!” 

Cupping her face, you pressed another kiss to her lips.

“No need to apologize. We definitely won.” You kissed her again, feeling your heart flutter. 

When you pulled away, Beverly turned to the bar. Adrenaline pumping through her veins. 

“In honor of this win, next round of drinks are on the house!” 

[a99jazzybean]

Every time I read Why Do We Keep Playing These Games I think of this image

Bro I’m fuckin’ dying at this! Thank you for the laugh! ❤️ Honestly what our reader should’ve done, but alas, they had to lose the game. But we know how that went sooo 👀

[a99jazzybean]

With a Taste of Your Lips... (Part 2)

Part 1

synop: You and Chance decide to play another session of G&G. Little do you know, a special tradition of yours has him feeling all sorts of hot and bothered. i.e. You discover Chance can feel when you kiss his die.

words: 3.4K

includes: chancexfem!reader, oral, breeding kink, slight dom/sub, smut

a/n: Here's the second part for my lovely readers. Thank you for all of the love from the first one! This is pure smut! No minors!

“Oh? Did you have something else in mind?” You ask Chance  with a hooded gaze. 

His face turns red as he tries to find the right words. So much for his attempt at taking control. Seems like he’d remain putty in your hands as long as you were sitting on his lap. 

Taking advantage of the pause, you pressed your lips to his die. Leaving a long kiss against the eight side, eliciting an overstimulated whine from the man below you. His cock jumping at the ghost of your lips. 

“Ah! Fuck…” He gazes up at you with pleading eyes. “You’re gonna get me hard again.” 

“Is that a problem?” You gave him a cheeky smirk before bringing the dice back to your lips. Leaving a trail of kisses along his body, ending with his cock. 

He whined again, grabbing your hips tightly with his hands. So that’s how you want to play? 

His pleading syrupy gaze suddenly turned dark and calculated.  Licking his lips, he pressed you closer to his body. Now back to a dominating mindset. At the move, you felt your heart rate pick up. 

Leaning up, he pressed wet kisses up the column of your throat. One kiss hitting your sweet spot, making you keen. Pressing your breasts against his chest. Warm hands trailed up your shirt, cupping and squeezing them. You felt so soft. With nimble fingers, he teased at your nipples. On his lap you squirmed with a whine. Your crotch brushed up against his re-hardened length. Both of you groaned at the feeling. 

“C-Chance…” You breathed out shakily. 

“Hmm?” His eyes remained dark and hooded. The lustful gaze made you shiver. 

“What are you doi- oh!” He pinched your nipples. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked lowly. 

Oh, this was certainly a change of pace. The man that had been writhing and whining below you just mere moments ago was suddenly very, very confident. Perhaps it was a case of post-nut clarity. Regardless of the reason, you knew you wanted this. Wanted him. Badly. However, it didn’t seem like you could form a coherent sentence when your mind was soaking in his dominant manner. 

“Oh, um, I…” 

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” He gave you a knowing smirk. 

“N-no? Ah!” He pinched your nipples again. 

“Then why won’t you tell me what you want?” He lifted up your shirt, pressing soft kisses up your belly and sternum. 

Pulling back, he raised a brow. Waiting for you to give him an answer. 

Biting your lip, you tried to come up with something. There was nothing coming to mind though. So many options of what he could do was overwhelming. Flitting your eyes around, you wracked your brain. But no conclusion was to be found.

A warm hand took yours, grounding you. Chance brought it up to his lips placing a tender kiss against your palm. 

“I can choose. I am your Game Master, after all.” He winked at you with a smirk. 

How that phrase managed to be the sexiest thing ever? You have no idea, but it had you soaking your panties nonetheless. 

As if he could read your thoughts, Chance dipped his fingers under your waistband. Tenderly brushing over your panties he groaned. Those dark eyes looking back into yours with a hunger that had you shivering. 

“You’re soaked.” A blunt statement said in a husky voice that had you reeling. “I bet I could easily slip in and fuck you right now.” 

A long moan escaped you as you felt his fingers press harshly on your clit through your panties. His thick fingers continued to tease over your clothed sex. His ministrations making you grind against his hand. Your body desperate for more friction. 

A strong hand forced your hips to stay down, making you take the teasing motions. 

“Look at you now, not so high and mighty anymore, yeah?” He chuckled lowly. “Think you’re the only one that’s capable of teasing?” 

“N-no.” You hiccupped out as he lightly flicked over your sensitive nub. Still over your panties.

Fuck, this was frustrating. You gave him an irritated pout. He used your expression as an opportunity. Kissing you slowly, then nipping at your jutted out bottom lip. Quickly, you caved. Allowing his tongue to take over your mouth. Greedily lapping against yours with a groan. 

When he pulled back, he smirked. Eyes memorizing the dazed look you held. A flush on your cheeks as your mouth hung slightly open, just begging for his tongue to tangle with yours again. 

All in due time… 

First, he wanted to try something. Strong arms looped around your thighs, making you lock your legs around Chance’s torso instinctively. He lifted you off the chair with himself, then lowered you onto your office rug. His body pinning you beneath him. 

Slowly, his warm hands pulled off your shirt. His eyes studied you for any objections. When you nodded in approval, he quickly discarded the garment. As he looked over your exposed torso, he whistled lowly. Letting out a quiet “Holy Crit!” That you just barely made out. 

You weren’t wearing a bra under your shirt. Allowing the man to see your bare glory. Again, you were like a goddess in his eyes. One that he desperately wished to worship. 

He looked at your hand that was holding his die and grabbed it. Pulling it to your lips, he gave you a command. 

“Kiss it.” 

You obeyed kissing the die on the number five, the sweet feeling of your lips on his thigh had him shivering.  

“Again.” 

You nodded, kissing the 10 this time, right on his lower belly. 

“Mmmph.” He held back a moan, bringing his attention to you. “Everywhere you kiss on the die, is where I will kiss you.” He watched your eyes light up at the thought. 

Before you could turn the die to the eight, his hand stopped you. 

“Ah, ah! Not so fast, sweetheart. Any number but the seven and eight. Got it?”

As you nodded, he released your hand. Above you, he motioned for you to continue. Deciding to start safe, you pressed a kiss to the 19. Chance let out a content sigh, then leaned down. Soft lips pressed into the crook of your neck. The kiss landing right on your sweet spot, making you shiver. 

This time, you pressed a kiss to the six. Chance shuddered, cock jumping and the touch on his thigh. Looking down he gave you a smirk and airy chuckle. What a tease.

“May I?” He asked, hands resting at the top of your pants.

“You may.” You nodded a bit too enthusiastically. 

Slowly, Chance peeled down your pants. He chuckled at your panties. A pair that had G&G graphics covering them. 

“Were you expecting something?” He questioned with a smirk. 

“Not necessarily. They’re comfy. But do you like them?” 

“I love them.” He was being honest.

Maybe it was his love of the game, but you in nerdy attire did something to him. Something that had his cock straining even harder than before. As much as he enjoyed your underwear, he decided those had to go too. 

Now you lay before him full bare. A mouthwatering sight to say the least.  Between your legs your pussy glistened with want. Slick dripping onto your thighs. 

Following the little game he had begun, Chance kissed your inner thigh. Earning him a whine.  As he neared your sex, he let out a low groan. You smelled so fucking good. He couldn’t wait to get a taste. 

Putting the dice to your lips you kissed the 14. Chance felt the kiss on his bicep. Tenderly, he lifted your arm, placing a kiss there. 

When he pulled back he was met with your gaze sparkling with adoration. His heart swelled in his chest. Leaning back down, he couldn’t help it. He pressed a deep passionate kiss against your lips. Your hands went to his head, fingers carding in his hair. 

You continued to kiss the die, and Chance’s lips would follow. Trailing down your neck to your breasts. Tongue teasing at your nipples before continuing further. Featherlight kisses down your belly, on your thighs and arms. His mouth on you felt like bliss with only kisses. You wondered how he would feel elsewhere…

His hand slid down between your thighs. Thick fingers teased at your slick lips and he groaned. You were absolutely drenched right now. All because he was kissing you. 

He brought his fingers to his mouth, letting out the most lewd moan you had ever heard. It had you practically gushing. 

“Fuck, you taste good.” He moved to kiss you again, tongues tangling with the aftertaste of you. 

“I want more.” He growled lowly. “Kiss the eight and seven.”

You followed his command. Kissing the spots on the dice with a long press. He clenched his eyes shut and moaned as he felt your lips press against his length. He kissed back down your belly, then stopped between your thighs. 

Spreading them, he groaned. The sight of your slick, needy pussy was too much. He desperately needed a taste. So he dove in. Kissing and sucking at your lips and whining at your taste. Unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He would gladly get drunk on your weeping cunt if you would let him. As of now, it seemed you would. 

Your body jolted as he began to eat you out with fervor. Whines and moans escaping your lips as he lapped away at your folds. The feeling of him moaning against you had sparks of pleasure travel through your body. It was pure ecstasy. 

With what little thought you had left in you, you managed to bring the die back to your lips. This time trying something new. Sticking out your tongue, you gave it a light lick. Between your thighs Chance let out a low groan. You licked the dice again, earning you a moan. 

“Oh, oh. That…” Chance lifted himself up from between your legs. Lips glistening with your slick. 

He leaned himself over you, then pinned the hand holding the dice down. His gaze was dark and hungry. 

“If you keep that up, I’ll cum again.” You spotted a twinge of worry in his eyes as he said that. 

“Is that a problem?” You cocked your head to the side.

“Yes.” He said lowly, like he was holding himself back.

“Why’s that?” You bit your lip with a smile.

Leaning next to your ear, his hot labored breaths had you shivering. 

“Because I won’t get to cum IN you otherwise.” He trailed kisses down your jaw as you whined at his words. Feeling a smirk on his lips against your skin.

Lifting up, he took a long look over your naked form. He hummed in approval. 

“Now, may I get back to my meal? You’re quite delicious.” He winked at you, a flush on his cheeks. 

You nodded, and he slid back down between your legs. Immediately, his lips returned to your pussy. Licking stripes up and down your cunt had you writhing and moaning. Occasionally he would flick his tongue over your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. His actions were making a heat grow within your belly. The licking flames of pleasure would soon turn into your climax. 

The man wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, pulling you as close to him as possible. Burying his face in your pussy, licking through your folds quickly. He nosed at your clit as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. It felt like he was one. There was no way he wouldn’t be addicted to your taste. Especially when him tasting you had you making those lovely noises that were shooting straight to his cock. 

With each pass of his tongue over you, you felt the heat grow more and more. Till it was becoming too much. You knew it was going to snap soon. 

“C-Chance, ah! I’m ah!” You couldn’t make a coherent sentence, instead focusing on the pure pleasure coursing through your body.

Chance groaned against your heat, pushing you over the edge. 

Thighs locking around his head, your climax had you gushing over his face. Which Chance lapped up gratefully. Accepting every and all of the offerings your body had to give. 

With slow licks, he helped you down from the high. Your body buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Legs shaking and breaths labored. 

Before Chance pulled away, he pressed a kiss to your clit that had you yelping at the overstimulation. He smirked, crawling back over you. Leaning down, he pressed a wet kiss against your lips. Making you taste yourself on his tongue. It had you shivering with anticipation. 

For a moment, Chance paused. Taking in everything that had occurred so far. You beneath him, shivering from your earth shattering orgasm. His cock, straining against his pants after all of your teasing. Fantasy was one thing, but this reality was something he never could have thought up. 

Bringing him back to you, you gave a kiss to the 20. Chance feeling your lips on his cheek, gave you a bright smile. It was interesting, the shift between the man’s playful and dominant side. Not that you minded, all of it just made you want him more. It seemed like he wanted you too. 

Looking down, you could see the outline of his hard length pressing through his pants. With a cheeky grin, you trailed you hand down his chest to his crotch. Giving his cock a soft squeeze through his clothes. He whimpered as your hand worked him through his pants. As soon as you started, he made you stop. Pinning your arm back. A wild desperate look in his eyes. 

As quickly as he could, the man stripped himself of all of his clothes. Leaving you staring at him open mouthed. You trailed your eyes over his body. He was fairly fit with a tight and broad chest, but had a bit of a soft tummy that had you drooling. Trailing further down, your eyes widened. Oh, he was large. Extremely thick. Almost concerningly so. However, you looked down between your own thighs. Yeah, you could probably handle it at this point. Probably. 

Chance crawled back over you. Warm hands slid up your thighs as he closed the open space between your bodies. The head of his cock was hot against your pussy lips. He teased you, brushing up against your clit. His movements make you keen, raising your hips to grind against him. With a strong hand, he pressed down on your stomach. Forcing you to take his teasing, a satisfied smirk on his lips. 

He leaned down, giving you a quick peck. Then he lined his cock up with your weeping entrance, just barely pressed in. 

“Ready?” 

There was a brief hesitation on your face as you realized you weren’t using any protection. You were on birth control, but there was still a chance…

As if he could read your mind once more, he let out an airy chuckle. Hand cupping your face tenderly, he reassured you.

“I’m a personified object. I can’t get you pregnant.” He gave you a soft smile. 

“What if you could?” You genuinely wanted to know.

The question had his face blooming red. Getting you pregnant… it wasn’t like he never thought about it. What object wouldn’t dream of a reality like that? 

“Uh, well. Um, I can’t, but I have thought about it once or twice.” He bit his lip, nervously. 

“You’re not the only one.” You shuffled beneath him, feeling the head of his cock press into you more. 

Pulling him down to your face, you gave him a deep kiss. He groaned as your tongues tangled.

“Now,” you breathed against his lips, “please fuck me.”

“Mmm, since you asked so nicely.” Slowly, he pressed into you.

Wet warmth greeted his cock, as he moaned. You felt fucking amazing. Soft, warm, wet, perfect. 

You felt similarly as he filled you up perfectly. His length hitting every part of you perfectly. The head of his cock just pressed against your gummy sweet spot.

After you both adjusted to the feeling, Chance began to move. Slowly pumping in and out of you. Both to not hurt you at first, and to make sure he didn’t bust right away. You felt fucking amazing, and he felt like he could cum at any second. While he was very excited to cum in you, he desperately wanted to feel you cum around him. Your pleasure was his top priority. 

Beneath him, you were a moaning, writhing mess. Hips jolting up to meet his thrusts as his cock continually pressed against your gummy spot. His pelvis brushed against your clit in the most delicious way. Every movement he made had pleasure coursing through you. If he kept this up he would get his wish soon enough. Your pussy spasmed around him with each thrust, making him groan. 

Each pulse of your pussy made his cock twitch inside you. Above you, Chance was a moaning mess. Letting out sounds of pleasure that shot straight to your core. Knowing you were making him feel as good as he was making you feel made you feel, well, amazing. 

“You are perfect… oh!” He moaned out.

In your hand, you realized you still held his die. Deciding to have some fun, you brought it back to your lips. Placing a kiss to the eight side had him shuddering against you. His eyes were wide as he realized you had brought the die back into the fold. The mixture of feeling your pussy and lips on him was very unique, and felt amazing. Then you made it better, tongue flicking out against the eight side. 

The action had him shuddering against you. If you kept this up he was certainly going to cum before you. So, he had to make sure that didn’t happen. 

Lifting your legs, he shifted them onto his shoulders and folded you over. Putting you in a deep mating press. The head of his cock now brutalizing your sweet spot with perfect precision. Each push against you had you crying out. The pleasure growing that heat in your belly once more. He continued to pound into you, shooting sparks of pleasure through your body. 

“S-so deep…” You mumbled, cock drunk. 

“Yeah? You like that?” He groaned at the feeling of your pussy tightening around that. “Bet you’re gonna cum soon, huh?” He was babbling at this point now. The only thing on his mind was making you reach your peak. To have you screaming and clenching around him. Just so he could fill you full. 

“I l-love it, mmmph…” Your eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook your body.

Any moment now you would cum. He could tell. The way you were pulsing around his throbbing cock, oh you wouldn’t last long. Just what he wanted. Then he could follow, spilling into you. 

God, he wanted it so badly. He hadn’t realized how badly till he had you folded over beneath him. Cock abusing your overstimulated pussy with thrust after thrust. 

“C’mon, please.” He moaned, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “Cum for me, cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Just like you want.” He panted, trying desperately to hold back his impending orgasm. 

His words had the heat in your belly hit its peak. Body shaking with ecstasy as your climax flowed through you. Sparks of pleasure shooting from your clit through every nerve of your being. It had you screaming out and clenching around Chance. 

With the feeling of you clamping around him, Chance came. Hot ropes flooding into you as he continued to ride out both of your orgasms. Each pump of his cock making you whimper with overstimulation. 

With a groan, his body relaxed. Gently, he unfolded himself from you and placed your shaking legs back down onto the floor. He lightly laid his body over yours, cock still stuffing you full. Both of you twitching with aftershocks. Letting out soft moans and whines as you came down from your highs. 

When you returned to earth, you brought the die in your hand to your lips once more. Placing a soft kiss to the 20. Chance nuzzled your nose, then placed a soft kiss against your lips. 

“You know… as much as I enjoy you mouthing my die. I think I prefer the real thing.” He gave you a sweet smile. 

Both of you joined lips, humming with content. 

[a99jazzybean]

Hi there👀 how would you feel about writing a Mateo manta x reader oneshot with steamy cuddles/ SLIGHT somnophilia(reader is awake to consent #CONSENTISSEXY)

Hope ur well<3

This was a cute prompt! Thank you for the request!

In Your Warmth I Forget How Cold it Can Be

synop: The power goes out during an ice storm, and your house is FREEZING. What better way to warm up than with your favorite blanket, and maybe he can help you have a blissful sleep while doing so?

words: 3.1K

includes: mateoxfem!reader, cuddling, power outage, consensual somnophilia, smut

a/n: This includes smut! No minors!

Hope you like this one! Let me know your thoughts!

Brrrr…

Blinking awake, you pull the covers up tighter around you. It was freezing. Slowly, you make your way out of bed. As your feet hit the floor, you cringed. So cold! 

You pluck your glasses from your bedside table and put them on. Ready to figure out why your house feels like a freezer.  

“Hector, what’s going on? It’s like an icebox in here.” You pull the duvet from your bed and wrap yourself in it. 

“I’m sorry, my love. It appears the ice storm has made the power go out.” You hear his sultry voice from the vent. 

You groan in frustration. Turning to your alarm clock, you see it flashing 3:08. You reach for your phone on the dresser seeing that it’s currently 3:47. Almost an hour since the power went out. Of course this would happen when it’s absolutely freezing outside. 

Rummaging through your dresser, you grab some fuzzy socks and warm sweatpants. You also grab a sweater from your closet, then make your way to your breaker box. 

Opening the closet door, you are met with the sounds of arguing. Inside the Breaker Box club, Volt and Eddie are bickering. The latter man is actively working on the electrical unit. Presumably trying to restore power to the house. 

“Eddie, I don’t understand why you’re attempting to do anything? It’s the city power grid, not you.” Volt sighed, shaking his head at the overworked man. 

“I’m aware, but I can at least try to do something!” He grumbled through gritted teeth. 

Despite you aiding the men, it appeared that Eddie had returned to his old ways. Feeling the need to fix everything, even if he had no control over the current circumstances. 

Clearing your throat, you caught the men’s attention. Both turning to you with surprised expressions. 

“Good morning, dear! It’s quite early for you to be up!” Volt greeted you, attempting to ease the tension. 

“Good morning to you too. How are you guys holding up?” You leaned against the wall at the club’s entrance. 

“Oh just fine!” Volt remained cheery despite the circumstances. 

“You sure?” You raised a brow at him. 

Eddie sighed as he stood up and dusted himself off. You could see grease stains on his shirt and bags under his eyes. You were pretty sure the man had been up all night. 

“It doesn’t seem like you guys are doing ‘just fine’.” You said pointedly. 

“We’re just trying to get the house back up and running.” Eddie said. 

“You do know it’s the city’s electrical infrastructure that’s at work right now, right?” 

“Oh trust me, I’m aware. If I could have a word with the controls at the power plant…” Eddie let out a yawn. “ Well, they’d hear a lot from me about keeping things running.” 

“If I want to keep my house running in tip top shape, I think that some things might need to let themselves have a break.” You admonished Eddie. “Especially if they have zero control over the current circumstances.” 

“Thank you! That’s what I’ve been trying to say this whole time!” Volt narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “Perhaps you’ll actually listen to our homeowner?”

Eddie looked between you and Volt, then sighed in defeat. 

“You two like to team up on me often, you know that?”

“It’s because we care, Eddie.” You gave him a small smile. “Now, please, get some rest.” 

“I should be saying the same thing to you. It’s what, three am?” Eddie huffed at you.

You waved them off, visibly stifling a yawn.

“Don’t worry about me. It’s too cold to sleep.” You tell them, despite feeling a wave of exhaustion hit you. It really was too early for you to be up.

“That’s our live wire, a hypocrite.” Eddie gave you a knowing smirk. 

“Whatever, go get some rest, guys.” You allowed yourself to yawn this time.

“Hopefully you will do the same.” Volt said before wrapping an arm around Eddie and ushering him to the back of the club.

You decided to also take your leave, exiting the club and entering your freezing home. 

As you left, your phone pinged with a message. When you pulled it out, you groaned in frustration. 

Valdivian customer 127600, we regret to inform you that a power outage has occurred in your neighborhood. Your estimated restoration time is 8 hours. Us at Valdivian Energy are here to aid you. If you have any questions, please answer with QUESTION. If you wish to expedite the restoration process, you can pay a one-time fee of $250 dollars to shave off one hour of restoration time. To expedite restoration answer with RESTORE. Thank you for choosing Valdivian Energy!

Eight hours? Surely you would freeze in that amount of time.

You walked up to a window, looking over the frosty landscape as a shiver ran through you. Hopefully the house would be able to handle the cold for a while. 

You made your way through the home. Doing your best to make sure things would stay warm. Lighting up Dante to get some heat in your home. Passing by the sinks in your home, you turned them on just barely. Last thing you needed was bursting pipes. 

When you were finished, your whole body was shivering. You swore you could see your breath puffing in the air. How did it get so cold inside so quickly?

Kneeling in front of your fireplace, you held out your hands to the small fire you made. 

“Lookin’ pretty chilly, hot stuff.” Dante spoke to you from the embers.

“It’s fucking freezing, man. Of course I’m chilly.” You weren’t really in the mood for teasing at the moment. 

“Just trying to lighten the mood.” He raised his hands up with a shrug. “Maybe you could wrap yourself up in something warm?” He eyeballed the blanket on the couch behind you. 

A bright smile grew on your face. Of course! The cozy comfort that is Mateo would hopefully have you warmed up in no time. Plus, paired with your bed, you could go back to a peaceful sleep. 

Standing up, you cracked your back and walked over to where your blanket was sitting. Currently cuddled up with some inanimals. When you sit beside him, he gives you a warm smile. Opening his arm, he gestures for you to snuggle beside him. An invitation you gladly accept. Easily sliding into his warm body, sighing with content at the heat you’re now syphoning off of him.

“Wow, you’re freezing.” He said, pulling you even closer. 

“I know, the house is so fucking cold. And power won’t be restored for forever!” You practically sobbed. 

“Is that why you’re up this early?” His face was filled with concern. Your comfort was quite the top priority for him.

“Yeah. Couldn’t get back to sleep after waking up in an icebox.” You were attempting to hint at needing his assistance. 

“Do you want me to help you with that?” He leaned toward you, making your cheeks heat up.

“Maaaaybeee?” You gave him pleading eyes.

“You know, you can just ask? Or better yet, grab me and take me up with you.” He chuckled lightly before cupping your chin. “You know how much I enjoy being wrapped up with you.” He leaned in, placing a soft peck against your lips. 

You pressed up against him, humming at both the softness of his lips and warmth of his body. 

“Do you want to go upstairs with me? So I can go back to sleep?” You ask sweetly. 

He lets out a soft chuckle. 

“Of course, just let me make sure the inanimals are safe and warm.” It always warms your heart, how caring he was for the unique creatures within your home. 

He proceeded to make sure the inanimals had everything they needed during this outage, then returned to you with a soft smile. Offering his hand, he helped you up from the couch. Wrapping your arms around the man, you pulled him in for a tight hug. Sighing into his comforting warmth. He let out a content sigh himself, pressing his chin over your head to pull you in further. 

After a moment, he pushed away. Whining, you  tried to go back in, but he stopped you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here. But we should be getting you back to bed. Shall we?” He motioned to the stairs. 

“Alright, but as soon as we’re in bed you’re wrapping that cozy body of yours around me.” 

He let out an airy laugh and grabbed your hand. You pulled him upstairs with you, then bounded to your bed. Plopping down, you pat beside you. Mateo scooted in, wrapping his arms around your torso. 

Realizing how intimately close he was gave you a new idea on how to stay warm. Leaning in, you pressed a deep kiss against his lips. His eyes widened with surprise at the sudden action, then fluttered shut as he enjoyed the kiss. Softly, your tongue pressed against his lips. His own joined yours as he let out a soft groan. You always tasted so good. 

Wrapping one of your legs around his lower body, you pulled his hips flush against yours. Through his pants you could feel he was already growing semi-hard. Smirking, you pulled away from him. Admiring the flush now dusting his cheeks and the swell of his kiss-bitten lips. 

“What are you doing?” He asked softly. “I thought you wanted to sleep.” 

With that, you turned away from him. Pressing your backside into his crotch. A move that had the man groaning. 

“I am going to sleep. I just wanted a goodnight, well I guess, good morning kiss.” You smirked as you felt him shuffling behind you. 

“Is that so?” He pressed a kiss to your neck, making you shiver. 

“Mhmm… but if there’s anything else you wish to do to keep me warm. Be my guest.” You craned over your shoulder to look at him with a lustful gaze.

“Anything?” He asked lowly.

Hands gripping your hips pulled you flush against him. Against your ass you felt his full erection straining. Exactly what you wanted. 

“Anything.” You confirmed before giving a quick peck then turning back around. 

With Mateo wrapped around you, you did feel significantly warmer. Sleep had begun to take over, your eyes fluttering closed. Slow breaths left you as you drifted off into a blissful sleep. 

From behind you, Mateo was itching for more. His hands softly brushing over your dozing body. He loved this. 

Not too long ago, the man had confessed a kink of his that he had been too afraid to voice before. Most of the time he was fairly vanilla. Often enjoying missionary to watch as your face contorted in bliss at the pleasure he was giving you. So this confession had somewhat surprised you. Though based on the type of person he was, it wasn’t too surprising. 

Mateo really, really wanted to fuck you while you slept. Something about you feeling secure enough to sleep next to him had a fire burning inside his loins. He loved the idea of making you cum on his cock as you enjoyed a good rest and blissful dreams. Hopefully him fucking you would aid in making your night time thoughts pleasant. 

With you needing to sleep and needing his aid, might as well give the man what he wants, right? Not that you didn’t want it either. The thought of him using you while you slept also had your thoughts running wild. Wondering what it was going to feel like when he filled you up as you rested. Would you dream of him? How would cumming around him feel? It was… exciting. Something you would gladly participate in. Especially considering it would make the man extremely happy. 

When your breathing became even, Mateo decided to check how deeply you were asleep. In a quiet voice he called your name. You stirred a little, ass brushing against his cock. However, you didn’t wake up. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, Mateo let his hands wander over your body. Warm hands trailed underneath your sweater, cupping your breasts. Again, you stirred but didn’t wake up. His fingers swirled around your nipples, making you keen in your sleep. Ass pressing up against him again. He groaned at the feeling, then began to move his hips against you. His hands continued their journey along your body, now dipping into your sweatpants. Thick fingers reached down to tease your sex. 

He moaned at the feeling of your sopping cunt as he continued to dry-hump your ass. 

“You’re so wet, and you’re not even awake.” He said in awe to himself. 

It would be so easy to just pull your pants down and slip inside you, but he didn’t want to let himself get too carried away. After all, he wanted you to stay asleep for this. Can’t be interrupting your beauty rest. 

Instead, he decided to tease you a bit. Slowly, he pulled down your pants and panties. Then pulled his own pants down. Hard cock flopping out onto your ass. Skin to skin he grinded his hips against you, then he lifted one of your legs. Making sure you hadn’t woken up, he paused to listen to your breathing. Still even breaths, good. He slid his cock between your thighs. Pressing against your dripping pussy. 

“Oh, oh.” He let out quiet moans at the feeling of your slick against his length. Desperately trying not to pummel himself inside you. 

Slowly, he began to move his hips. His hot cock sliding between your folds. The head teased against your clit making your hips unconsciously jolt with pleasure. In your sleep, you let out soft moans with each bump of his cock on your sensitive nub. Mateo could feel your pussy growing wetter and wetter as he continued to fuck between your thighs. His eyes rolled back in bliss at the pleasure your sleeping body was granting him. 

“Fuck,” He kissed your neck. “So good, you’re so good to me.”

You continued to moan in your sleep, not stirring awake. Your hips shifted slightly, and the tip of Mateo’s cock caught the entrance of your pussy. The feeling made you cry out, but you still didn’t wake. Mateo took this as his cue to continue. Pushing the rest of his fat cock into your sopping cunt. Loving the long whine that escaped you when he was fully nestled in. 

For a moment he sat there. Cock filling your warm pussy. Plush walls squeezing against him in the most delicious way. The man felt as if he had died and gone to heaven right there. 

Eventually, he began to move again. Pushing in and out of you, cock hitting that perfect gummy spot within you. The feeling had your body shivering and moaning. Mateo, soothed you with warm hands that trailed over your sides. Oh he was absolutely loving this. Bringing you pleasure while you remained comfortable, a dream come true. The feeling of you squeezing around him was also a plus. Pure pleasure coursing through him with each thrust into your pussy. 

As quietly as he could he let out soft moans and whines. Making sure his cock kept hitting that lovely sweet spot of yours. Every one of your moans shot straight to his cock. He could feel his climax nearing, but wanted to make sure you came first. 

Thick fingers reached around your front, finding your clit. In sloppy circles, he pressed down against the nub. Sparks of pleasure shot through you, making your cunt clench around him. The tightness around his cock indicated your orgasm was near.

He thrust in and out of you with long strokes, cock reaching so deep inside you. Fingers continued to circle your clit, making you cry out. Mateo wondered how you were still asleep through all of this, but was thankful that you were. He hoped that you would wake up utterly satisfied by his ministrations. 

“C’mon, please…” He whispered against your ear with a hot breath. “Please cum for me.”

It took a few more strokes and presses against your clit, but after a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot, you were gushing around him. Mateo whined loudly as your cunt clenched around him. Your body shivered as your orgasm rocks through you. Involuntarily, your hips thrust back against Mateo. Riding out your orgasm in your sleep as you let out breathy moans and whines. 

At the feeling of your climax, Mateo thrusted faster inside of you. The feeling making your cunt grow overstimulated, but he was so close. He huffed as he chased his own high. Thick cock twitching within you, threatening to unload at any second. With a final thrust, the man let out a whine. Cock shooting out hot ropes of cum within you. His cock twitched at the sounds of your whines. Your body enjoying the feeling of being so full. Oh, he was going to be addicted to this. 

As he came down from his high, he checked up on you. When he tried to call your name, you didn’t respond. Instead, you stayed asleep. Little whimpers and moans escaping your lips as you dreamed. He stayed inside you as his length softened. Loving the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him. 

As he stayed inside with his arms wrapped around you, Mateo felt himself begin to drift off. Eyes fluttering shut, he allowed himself to join you in a blissful sleep. Content with plugging you full of himself. 

Later in the day, you blinked awake again. A feeling of satisfaction washing over you as you yawned. You tried to stretch, but found yourself pulled flush against Mateo. Little snores escaping him as he nuzzled into you. The adorable sight had you smiling.

After a moment, you realized you were feeling very full. Lifting up your duvet, you saw that the man was still shoved deep inside of you. Cock hard once again. You hummed at the feeling, shifting slightly to feel the head of his cock brush up against your sweet spot. 

The action had Mateo whimpering awake. His cock extremely sensitive after staying inside you for so long. He opened his eyes, meeting yours looking at him over your shoulder. 

“Have a good rest?” You asked teasingly.

He nodded, giving you a kiss on the neck that had you shivering. 

“Yes, very much so.” He smiled softly.

“Care for a round two?” You shifted your hips for emphasis, earning you a loud moan.

In response, Matteo thrust up into you. You cried out as he pushed against your gummy spot. 

The two of you hadn’t even realized that the power was back on. 

[a99jazzybean]

I saw that your requests were open and I haven't found any fanfics that have good angst stuff :(

So I was wondering if I could get some Player angst with Dorian! Player suffers from agoraphobia and kinda forgets to feed themselves so Dorian makes them take care of themselves.

Maybe add a few other dateables to fit the story but I want it to be angst with comfort 💔

I don't write much angst, so I hope this is good. Thank you for the request!

Leaky Draft

synop: Things have been... tough. Every part of you feels lesser than, not good enough, and everything in life feels crushingly overwhelming. When Dorian notices you spiraling, he attempts to help. You don't let him, instead opting to remove the Dateviators. After many days with no interaction, Skylar works with other objects to get your attention. It doesn't go well. Dorian steps in to aid and comfort you as well as find a way to brighten your spirits.

words: 6.6K

includes: Dorianxgn!reader, anxiety, panic attacks, disordered eating, angst, comfort, fluff

a/n: Got into the mood of this by blasting Of Monsters and Men, wonderful angst/comfort music. Hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts!

Five days… 

It had been five days since you last put the Dateviators on. Five days of you having zero interaction with anyone. The house was growing very concerned about you. 

Each time you passed by the glasses, objects  nearby held bated breath, hoping you would finally pick them up. But you didn’t. Fingers hovering above the pair, then falling back to your side. 

There really wasn’t an explanation for it. Honestly, there never was. Things just… sucked. 

Last week it all became too much. The personified objects vying for your attention heightened the bubbling anxiety.  The buzzing along your skin. The ache in your chest cranked  tighter and tighter. Breaths become shallower, light huffs out of your mouth. Then came the prickling tears at the corner of your eyes. Vision blurred by their accumulation, spilling onto your cheeks as you tried to grab ahold of something, anything to ground you. 

Then, there it was. A found stabilizing force, unmoving despite the death grip you had on his arm. 

Dorian looked down at you, concern furrowing his brow. 

“Are you alright?” His gruff voice asked quietly. 

“I’m fine.” You breathed out. 

“You’re crying.” He reached for your cheek, wiping a tear away. 

Clenching your eyes shut, you tried to will the tears and everything else away. Just needing to let it go, but for some reason your mind wouldn’t let you do it. As you let out a frustrated groan, Dorian placed a warm hand on your shoulder. When you looked back up at him, the hand moved to your forehead. Feeling your temperature. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine.” You took in a shaky breath. “I’m okay.” 

“Maybe we should have Farya check you out.” He looped his arm around your shoulder, intending to escort you to the bathroom. 

Digging your heels in, you made him stop pushing. 

“You don’t need to do this.” You looked away from him. 

It was embarrassing that he caught you like this. You did not need someone as strong and stable as Dorian to see you so easily falling apart. 

“I’m concerned about you. I just want to make sure you’re doin’ okay. Yeah?” He gave you a soft smile.

“I’m fine, really.” You shuffled away from him. 

“You don’t look it.”

Stop pushing, Dorian. You warned in your head.  

“C’mon, I’m just trying to help.” He reached out for you. 

No, you didn’t want this. Couldn’t be this. A burden that needed assistance. The thought had you tasting bile at the back of your throat. Swallowing it down, you reached for the glasses on your face. This would be for the best, right? You giving them a break from whatever shitstorm was going on inside yourself. Yes, for the best. 

“Now, don’t go takin’ drastic measures- Wait!” The last thing you saw was the man reaching out, then you were alone. 

Blinking away the rest of your tears, you gazed around your house. It was so eerily quiet now. The only sounds were the padding of your feet, the ac, and the kitchen clock. Otherwise, there was nothing. 

As you made your way upstairs you could feel your skin prickle. They were watching. Judging, you thought. Well, you didn’t have to worry about that. Now they were back to their original selves. Non-sentient objects that did not have any ill will toward you. 

The objects weren’t holding any ill will toward you at all. In fact, they were very much concerned about you. 

Skylar was especially worried. She didn’t know what would happen if you didn’t put the glasses back on. With each passing day she became more and more of a nervous wreck. 

Clenching her fists, she decided, enough was enough. They had to get your attention. Which meant forcing you to forgo the comforts of your home. One by one, she informed the objects to try what they could to grab your attention. If you wouldn’t put the glasses on, you have forced their hand. 

Almost everyone was on board, even if they were uncomfortable. But it was for the best, right?

Standing alone, Dorian watched as Skylar took charge. Biting his tongue at dissuading her. For now, he would see how it went. But he had a feeling he was going to have to step in. 

It started with your phone. Phoenicia and Daemon teaming up to have it bug out constantly. You groaned, checking to see if there were any needed updates. When you found none, you tried to restart it. It was to no avail. Now, whenever you tried to open an app it would dart across the screen. Suspicious. 

Nevermind that, you had a recently updated computer! You can surf the web all you wish! Until you couldn’t. Every site you went to had a parental lock pop up. You tried coolmathgames.com, that had to be open. Wrong. Another “You are too young to view this page! Ask your parents and come back later!”

Grumbling you shoved away from your desk. Foot tapping in irritation as you glared at the monitor in front of you. Although you couldn’t see it, Mac was sitting in their wheelchair. Their arms crossed proudly. 

Instead of continuing, you decided to go to bed. Leaving a chorus of upset moans behind you. 

When you weren’t cracking, Skylar pulled her next card: Uncomfortability. You woke up in a pool of sweat, but you didn’t have a nightmare. Looking up at the vent in your room, your eyes narrowed. 

“Hector, you better have not blown a fuse!” 

From behind the vent, Hector grew teary eyed. Oh how could he torture you like this? None of it was giving you pleasure in the slightest. 

“I’m so sorry, my love. I will make it up to you, I swear!” He clenched his fist to his chest solemnly. “But for now, desperate times call for desperate measures. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Trudging out of the room, you passed by the upstairs closet. Paying no mind to the men waiting expectantly inside. 

“You know, we could make this whole charade end post-haste.” Volt sighed. 

“Don’t be an idiot, we’re the last resort and you know it.” Eddie sat at the bar, swirling around whiskey in a glass. “I hope it doesn’t come to that.” 

“As do I.” Volt agreed.

Walking downstairs, you headed toward your temperature gauge. Groaning, you eyed another vent.

“78 degrees? Seriously?” So he didn’t blow a fuse. 

You tried to lower the temperature, but each time it popped right back up. 

“Hector!” You grumbled, stomping your foot down.

The irritation in your tone hit his heart like a cold knife, nevertheless, he persisted. It was for your own good. 

You decided to try your trusty fan. Surely she would aid you. Wrong again. Turning her on, you found that instead of maintaining a cycle, her blades were moving back and forth. Very very slowly. 

“You too? Ugh!” You scoffed, stomping out of the room.

This is what you get. What you deserve for being a damn nuisance. They clearly find you annoying. 

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. You stood in front of Dorian. He watched as you paced around your home. Finding yourself stopped with every activity you attempted to perform. This wasn’t the way they should be going about things. He could see it in your eyes, the glaze of dissociation forcing you more and more inside of yourself. Closing off. 

Again, the objects efforts were fruitless. Skylar was frazzled. Pink hair mussed up with how many times she kept running her hands through it. Something, there had to be something to get you to put the glasses back on. Turning to the kitchen objects, she nodded at them.

“You know what you must do.” Her voice was surprisingly cold.

Freddy twiddled his thumbs nervously, looking at Skylar sheepishly. 

“I don’t know about that. I mean, they still have to eat, right?”

“That’s exactly why we must do this! They can’t ignore their needs!” Skylar gave him a crazed wide-eyed look. 

“Well, they have been for a while now. I can’t recall the last time they ate a full meal.” Freddy rubbed the back of his neck.

“It was exactly seven days ago.” Mitchell Linn pulled out one of his notebooks. “Let’s see, they have been sustaining themselves on one singular banana, a handful of Gardettos, five peppermint Hersheys kisses, three handfuls of Cheerios, one bowl of oatmeal, and a bite of burnt scrambled eggs that were immediately discarded in the trash.” He shut the book with a harsh snap.

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or scared.” Freddy looked at him, wide eyed. 

“Regardless, we know they need to eat! So we must do what we can to stop them.” Oh, she was absolutely nuts right now.

“Okay, okay. I’ll do it, but if it hurts them, I’m putting it on you, Skylar.” 

“Fine! Whatever! Do what you must!” She huffed off. 

The next day, you surprisingly woke up hungry. A needed change of pace, one that had you slightly perked up. That was until you reached the kitchen. A rotten odor met your nose that had you gagging. Turning to the fridge, you opened to find it was warm. So many perishable items absolutely spoiled. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You looked behind the fridge, seeing the power chord laying on the floor. “You unplugged yourself?!!” Slamming the doors, you stomped away.

Raising your arms, you shouted to your house.

“If you want me gone so bad why didn’t you tell me? I can leave, let you be in the house alone, in peace. I’ll even keep paying the mortgage. Would that make you happy?” You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you all so much.” 

You walked to the front door, grabbing your keys and wallet. When you tried to open the door, it remained locked and closed. Shaking the knob, you groaned in frustration.

“Dorian, let me out.” You said through gritted teeth. 

“No.” He said, even if you couldn’t hear him.

“I don’t understand you guys.” You limply let go of the handle. “Do you want space or not? Clearly, you all have some type of issue with me. Considering you’ve all been doing your damndest to make my life hell these past few days.” 

You stormed down the hall.

“What is it?” You eyed the objects in your view. “Do you like doing this? Is it fun for you? Was everything all a lie, and now your true colors are showing?” You scoffed at yourself. “This is fucking ridiculous, what else should I have expected from talking to objects in my home. I use you! Of course you would hate me. All I do is use and use you!” 

The objects were crying out to you now. Trying to somehow get your attention, but you couldn’t see or hear them. 

“I’ll leave you alone. As much as I can.” You briskly made your way into the laundry room. Opening the closet, you pulled out Hoover and Beau and placed them outside. You closed the door, holing up in the tiny space. 

“What now?” Timothy asked Skylar, kitty eyes wide with sadness. 

“I-I don’t know. I didn’t- I didn’t realize they felt like that.” Skylar sunk to the floor, curling into herself. She had to find a solution, she always had a solution.

Skylar was startled by a warm hand on her back. Looking up, she saw Dorian, now holding his hand out to her. Tentatively, she accepted. Allowing him to help her back up. 

“If I may, I think I know how to help.” Dorian said.

“What makes you think you can do better than the rest of us?” Lux questioned, a hand on their hip. 

“Because, I know you’ve been going about it the wrong way.”

“How so?” Skylar asked.

“You’ve been trying to force them to open up. No one appreciates that, I would know.” Dorian gave Keith a pointed look. The key didn’t seem perturbed, though he couldn’t meet the door’s gaze.

“Let’s give them the time to come back to us. I’m going to wait with them.” He paused. “Just me.” He looked over the group of objects, waiting for objections. 

When none came, he nodded. Giving Skylar a pat on the shoulder, he geared himself up to speak with you. Or at least, hopefully speak with you.

You sat in the closet, knees pulled to your chest. From behind you felt the door press into you. Letting out an amused breath through your nose, a small smile crept to your face. You leaned your head back against the door. 

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” You asked, a slight lightness to your voice.

“I’m a door, what did you expect?” He answered with a chuckle, though you couldn’t hear.

From your pocket, you pulled out the Dateviators. As you traced your fingers around the frame, Skylar gasped. She was shaking with anticipation, pleading with any god that would listen that you would finally put them on. 

Her wish was granted. Flipping out the glasses, you placed them on your face. A warmth was now pressed against your back. You leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Welcome back, love.” He said softly, but he didn’t turn. 

He wanted to go at your pace, not wanting to push you. Though, he did reach for your hand. You allowed the action, linking your fingers together. 

“Thank you.” You said softly.

“I didn’t do nothin’ yet, dear.” He said, slightly ashamed.

He felt terrible that he let this go on for so long. Knowing he should have done something sooner was eating at him.

“You didn’t fuck with me. Well, at least until today. Though I have a feeling it was for a good reason.” 

You felt him nod against your head. 

“Yeah. I can’t let you out of the house. ‘Specially not in the state you’ve been in.” 

Letting out a huff, you turned around. It felt odd that Dorian fit in the closet with you, but you accepted it regardless. As much as you could, you shuffled to open space next to you. From over his shoulder, Dorian eyed your movements. A small smile crept to his face. He turned around to face you. A blush bloomed on his face as he realized how close you were to him. 

Pink dusted your own cheeks, which you willed to fade away. 

“Now, care to talk about it?” He scooted beside you, knees pulled up to his chest like yours.

“What is there to talk about?” You cocked your head.

“Everything, or nothing. Whichever you prefer, I’m not picky.” He watched you from the corner of his eye. 

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back against the closet wall with an exasperated sigh. When you opened your eyes, you looked to the side. Dorian sat silently, waiting for you to speak.

“I have just been feeling kind of terrible lately. It feels like there’s this… emptiness in my chest.” You leaned forward, hands clutching at your chest. “And it feels like no matter what I do, it won’t fucking fill. And it aches.” You looked at him seriously. “Like physically aches. Sometimes it feels like it’s making me lose air. I don’t know, I probably sound crazy.”

“I don’t think you sound crazy.” He said, squeezing your hand.

“No?”

“No, not at all. I understand.” He let out a heavy sigh. “For me, it’s like a leaky draft. One that I can never find the source of. Try to cover the lower crack, there's still a leak. Cover the edges, nope, leaks still there. It’s not something that can be easily patched.”

“Have you ever found the leak?” You asked.

Despite his metaphor being odd, you caught on. He was technically a door after all. 

“I have. Even managed to patch it up, but, every so often, a bit of air still manages to pass through.”

“It never leaves.”

He shook his head solemnly.

“But it can be patched. Just like I’m sure your’s can be.” He pointed his finger to your chest where your heart was. 

Tears pricked at your eyes, you felt one of his hands reach for your cheek. Softly he brushed away the flowing tears. At the tender action, you wrapped your arms around him. Head buried into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you tighter against him. Sniffling sobs burst out of you. 

“It’s okay, let go.” A hand on your back rubbed smooth circles. 

It was an overwhelming experience. Letting this wave crash onto you, yet finding comfort cradled in Dorian’s arms. It was… safe. You hadn’t realized how much you had actually been holding in until now. You had forced yourself to take on more and more emotionally, and hadn’t realized how much it had affected your psyche. Right now though, you don't have to analyze your thoughts. Just allow yourself to cry as you were held oh so carefully. 

Eventually, you managed to calm down. Dorian soothed you from the crushing mental anguish, a warm hand keeping you somewhat grounded. Pulling away, you cringed at the stain you left on him. 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry bout it. I’m just happy to help.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Or at least, I hope I helped.”

Sniffling, you nodded at him.

“You did, a lot actually.” You wrapped your arms around him. He chuckled as you gave a tight squeeze. 

“Thank you, Dorian.” 

“Don’t mention it.” He gave you a smile. 

The two of you sat in the closet for another moment. Your arms still wrapped around the man. One of his was wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. It was clear that you were still very tender. He wondered what he could do to help. 

As if Lux decided to brighten above his head, Dorian had a lightbulb moment. He looked down at you with a look of adoration on his face.

“Sweetheart, would you be okay if I leave for a few minutes? I promise I will be back, I just have to talk to some objects.” 

You gave him another squeeze. 

“You promise you’ll be back?” Your eyes pleaded with him.

“I promise.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving you. 

Through the closet door you heard the many muffled voices of the home’s objects. You couldn’t make out anything they said, but from the chatter, it sounded like they were all very excited. 

Dorian had gathered as many as he could into the living room. Creating a game-plan to brighten up your day. While you might believe the objects wanted you gone, they were going to do their damndest to prove to you otherwise.

While Dorian was somewhat of a leadership figure in the house, he was moreso an authority to stop things from happening. Actually leading a group was a tall feat for him, but one that he was willing to take on. Especially since everything was riding on cheering you up and proving that the home cared about you. 

He split the objects into groups, plotting out the perfect day to help you relax and rejuvenate both physically and emotionally. All that was needed now was your participation. 

Before splitting, Dorian looked over the group. A proud swell in his chest at the realization that everyone was willing to work together for your sake. 

“Well, are we ready, team?” That felt awkward. “Dunk, I’ll let you have the honors.” Better to let someone else take over bringing in morale. 

The sports bro pumped his fist in the air with a bright smile. He strode to the middle of the room, laying his hand flat in the air. Other objects followed him, putting their hands in the center. 

“One team! One House!” He shouted. “What are we? One team!”

“One House!” The rest cheered. 

“I can’t hear you! What are we? One team!”

“One House!”

Everyone lifted their hands with a final cheer, then split off to prepare for their tasks. 

In the closet, Dorian returned. Opening the door and offering a hand to you. Tentatively, you took it. Allowing the man to pull you up. He pulled you into him with a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed into his chest. 

“Are you ready?” He slightly pulled away to read your expression.

“For what?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” He gave you a cheeky grin. “So, are you ready?”

“Well, I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” You gave him a small smile.

“Wonderful.” He ushered you upstairs. “By the way, the Hanks told me you’ll probably want to change for this.”

“Change? Into what?” You cocked your head in confusion.

“Athleisure wear?” He shrugged. “That’s what I was told is all.”

“Fair enough. Gimme a second then.” 

Dorian waited for you outside of your bedroom as you changed your clothes. You wondered what exactly the man had planned for you. Regardless, your spirits had been brightened. 

While you knew he cared about you, Dorian opening up to you was somewhat unexpected. It always felt like that,you supposed. He was closed off more often than not, but with the right kind of push he would let you in. You wondered if it was only you that had managed to achieve that, but didn’t dwell on that for too long. 

You walked out of the bedroom clad in your finest athleisure wear, giving Dorian a nod. He took that as an indication of your readiness, then ushered you along into your home gym. 

The room was buzzing with activity. A variety of your objects stretching to 80’s pop music. Seeing you enter the room, the group quieted down. Sheepishly, you waved at them. 

“Welcome back, broseph!” A familiar himbo shouted at you. 

The group of five beaming at you as you made your way over to them. 

“It’s good to be back, Hanks.” You gave a soft smile. 

“Hell yeah! We’re so ready to break a sweat with our house homie! Aren’t we, guys?” Hank four shouted.

“Hell yeah!” They collectively cheered. 

“If you’re lookin’ to break a sweat, then eyes on the front!” Dunk shouted. 

Man this room was loud. 

“As we all know, one of the key ways to maintain one’s mental health is to keep themselves in tiptop shape. The body is a temple, including the mind.” Dunk folded his arms, a proud smile on his face.

Around you the Hanks nodded at his words solemnly. 

“Right on, bro.” Hank five said, teary eyed. 

You had to stop yourself from snorting out a laugh. Knowing the Hanks took this type of extremism seriously. Turning around, you spotted Dorian watching you with an amused smirk. He nodded toward the front of the room, signaling you to pay attention. Though he kept it inside, he felt a warmth in his heart seeing you smile again. 

“Now! Let’s get paired up for some partner’s yoga!” Dunk gave a thumbs up to the group. 

“Hey house homie,” Hank three sidled up to you, “the guys and I agreed that I should be the one that partners up with you today.” He gave you a suggestive look, cheeks reddening. 

“That’s not true! You just drew the biggest popsicle stick!” Hank two countered with a frown. 

“Do I not get a say in who I partner with?” You teased the group, enjoying their shocked wide expressions. 

“W-well we just thought…” Hank five trailed.

“We thought it’d be best if we planned ahead, house homie. That’s all!” Hank one chimed in, a nervous sheen on his brow.

“I’m just messsin’ with you dudes,” you waved your hand in a hang-ten motion, “it be gnarly to be your partner.” You said to Hank three. 

“Alright!” They cheered in unison.

At the front Dunk invited Fantania to join him in instructing the partners yoga. 

“We’re gonna start with some simple stretches before going into our full workout. I wanna see some effort in it, so no slacking!” Dunk clapped his hands before beginning to perform various stretches. 

You followed along, groaning at some of the poses. Still, you found yourself starting to feel better. Perhaps it was common knowledge, but it did surprise you how good moving your body actually made you feel. 

After the stretches, you begin partner yoga. Putting yourself and Hank three in various poses. Some simple enough, providing extra tension with stretches. Others were a little more complicated that had you occasionally in an awkward spot. With the flirt of a man, he was always finding an opportunity to throw a suggestive comment your way. 

“You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing you like this more often.” He gave you a wink as you looked at him between your legs. 

You responded to his words with giggles and an eye roll. It was to be expected from the man, not that you minded. It felt pretty good to be complimented like this. 

Towards the end of your workout sesh, you found yourself to be quite sweaty and tired. Dunk sure knew how to wear you out. There was still a pleasant feeling accompanying the success of working hard. 

“Alright! I’m feeling great, do you feel great?” Dunk asked, eyes bright with adrenaline. 

“I’m feeling exhausted.” Fantina added, but she was smiling none-the-less. 

“That’s the power of a proper workout!” Dunk offered a fist-bump, which she took with a limp arm.

When you were done receiving sweaty hugs from the Hanks and high-fives for a job well-done, Dorian ushered you to your upstairs bathroom. 

Inside, other objects were waiting for your arrival. Bathsheba already filled up the tub. Lovely scented bubbles piled up above the water. 

“Welcome to the most relaxing part of your day!” Barry exclaimed, hopping off of the bathroom counter. “We’ve got the most amazing bubble bath prepared. The perfect temperature, thanks to Winnifred, of course. And Amir, Bathsheba, and I will give you all the spa-day pampering your heart desires!” 

“Oh, a spa day as well?” You questioned Dorian.

“Just trying to make your day better, love.” He said. 

“Now let’s get you out of those sweaty clothes, and into the most luxurious bath you have ever witnessed, courtesy of moi.” Bathsheba waved over your disheveled state with a scrunched up face. 

Looking around at the various objects, you felt extremely self conscious. Yes, they all have seen you naked, but you never had stripped down in front of them while wearing your glasses. Shrugging your shoulders, you decided that it was better to get it over with than ponder on the knowledge that you’ve been witnessed in all your bare glory before. 

As was expected, none of them batted an eye at your state of undress. However, you did notice Dorian facing away from you. You raised a confused brow, but continued on anyway. When you entered the tub, you sank down with a relaxed sigh. Oh that felt wonderful. They were right, Winnifred had made sure the water was the perfect temperature. 

“Alrighty, let’s get this spa day started!” Barry clapped his hands together before pulling out various items to assist. 

The objects all pampered you. Amir worked on your face with a customized face mask that he spread on lovingly. Giving you compliments the entire time he worked. Barry took to working on your hair, giving you a lovely scalp massage that had you purring in content bliss. Bathsheba took the time you were in the tub to regale the latest drama she had heard. It made you feel as if you were in a salon. 

As the objects worked on you and chatted, you closed your eyes in content. Your heart swelling the fact that your home had put this together for your sake. You had been putting a lot of your needs to the side, and it had come crashing down on you in the most overwhelming way. You didn’t know how you could thank them all properly, but you would find some way to do so. This time, you wouldn’t do it at your expense. 

When the bathroom objects were finished, you were handed a towel by Tyrell. It was fluffy and enveloped you in a comforting warmth you hadn’t gotten from the object before.

“The warmth is courtesy of Drysdale. He sends well wishes from the laundry room.” Tyrell said, giving you a bright smile. 

“I’ll be sure to thank them, then.” 

The next activity on your list involved the cooperation of the kitchen objects. The group provided you with an expansive brunch including bottomless mimosas from Beverly. Before you ate, Mitchell Linn gave a breakdown of the meal options. 

“Here we have eggs, organic and cage free, of course. Cooked just to your liking. Potatoes from Idaho, shredded, fried, and seasoned to perfection. A lovely dish of brioche bread, dipped in a mixture of egg, milk, sugar, and cinnamon, then cooked just done. You’ll find it has quite the remarkable texture and flavor.” 

From behind you heard a chuckle from Stephan. 

“It’s french toast.” 

Mitchell Linn, huffed in frustration. “I’m not done! We also have fried cuts of pork along with fresh fruits, and fermented cow’s milk. The greco version.” He gave a proud nod, gesturing for you to partake in the meal.

“Where did you get all of these ingredients? I thought Freddy spoiled everything?” You asked.

Freddy looked away, sheepishly.

“Phoenicia might have used your grocery app to have some items delivered.” 

“So you used my own money to treat me?” You teased. 

“I guess…” Freddy awkwardly chuckled.

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect any of this from you. So it’s greatly appreciated.”

“Alright, enough chitchat. You need to eat.” Mitchell chimed in, urging you to take a bite.

The meal was absolutely wonderful, and much needed. You hadn’t realized how poorly you had been eating until you began scarfing down french toast and bacon like an animal. Washing it down with the mimosas, you felt very satisfied. 

After brunch, Dorian brought you through various rooms in the home. You ended up playing board games with Chance, Parker, Penelope, and Dasha. Followed by video games and trashy reality television with the living room items. 

The final event of the night was something “extra special” according to Dorian. He hadn’t said much, but was always with you each time. A warm presence close by, even if he wasn’t interacting with you much. 

He brought you back upstairs for you to “get ready for the show”. Barry and Amir back at again dressing you and working on your appearance. When they had beautified you to their liking, you were escorted back to the hall by Dorian.

“You look lovely.” He eyed you.

The compliment had you blushing sheepishly.

“Thanks, give your compliments to my mirror and beauty products.”

“Shall we?” He offered his arm which you took. Looping yours around his. 

“Lead the way.”

Dorian took you to the upstairs storage closet. Bringing you into the Breaker Box. Inside, the vast majority of objects in your home were seated around the club. Many enjoying drinks, chattering away at tables. A special table was reserved just for you. 

As you passed by, many greeted you with cheery smiles. When you arrived at the reserved table, you spotted Skylar. The woman immediately jumped up and ran to embrace you. 

“Oh thank you so much for putting the glasses on!” She practically sobbed against you. “You don’t know how bad it was without you.”

Dorian, gave off a cough. Eyeing Skylar expectantly. She nodded at him and turned back to you.

“I’m sorry about the grief we caused. Don’t blame the others, I put them up to this week's shenanigans.” She looked away from you, embarrassment reddening her face.

“You did?” That surprised you.

“Yeah.” She nodded sheepishly. “I just needed you to put the Dateviators back on so badly!”

Dorian gave her a look of warning, shaking his head at her. She composed herself, letting out a soft sigh.

“But, I now know it was the wrong way to go about things. And I’m sorry. Seriously.”

“All is forgiven, Skylar.” You put your hand on her shoulder, then brought her into a hug that had her eyes widening. She returned it, wrapping her arms around you.

“You guys have 100 percent made it up to me. And I know I was a bit extreme myself, not talking to any of you guys. I was just going through… a lot.” You looked over at Dorian. “But I’m better. For now, at least.” 

“You don’t know how happy that makes me!” She gave you a squeeze, then let you go. 

“Now, where can someone get a drink around here?” You asked, eyeing the bar. 

Dorian led you to the bar where Eddie and Beverly were hard at work mixing cocktails. Eddie spotted you, sending a nod your way. He sauntered over.

“Nice to see you back. Pick your poison.” He said, his usual gruffness replaced by a softness in his gaze.

“Surprise me.” You gave him a soft smile.

“I like your style, live wire.” He chuckled, then proceeded to make you a fine cocktail. 

With your drink in hand, you and Dorian returned to Skylar at the reserved table. The lights in the club lowered, and a booming voice rang out over the speakers. 

“Welcome, welcome!” A familiar face with stark white hair strode onto the stage. “Have we got a show for you tonight!” 

The crowd whooped and hollered at Volt’s enthusiasm. 

“We’ve got a line-up of wonderful objects ready to perform their hearts out for our lovely guest of honor!” A spotlight swung over to land on your table. You gave a sheepish wave around the room.

“Now, enough from me. Let’s get this show started!” 

The first performance came from your shower. Johnny Splash crooning in his Elvis Presley-esque voice. A love song pointed directly at you. 

What followed were various acts. More music from your talented items like your toilet and toaster. A poem from your HVAC confessing his undying love for you. A sky-high thrill of an acrobatics performance from your washer and dryer. Truly, a lovely way to end the night. 

After the final performance, Volt returned to the stage to give closing remarks. 

“Such wonderful performances tonight. Let’s give another round to our performers!” He waited for the polite applause. “And another round for our guest of honor!” The applause and cheers grew louder at that.

You motioned that you wished to speak. 

“Oh, and it looks like they have a few words to share.” Volt motioned for you to join him on stage. He gave you a hug and peck on the cheek before handing you the mic. 

Clearing your throat, you felt a wave of anxiety crash over you. While you had spent time with all of them today, it was in smaller groups. With everyone’s eyes on you, you were starting to regret requesting to speak. Doubts returning to your mind about your place in the home. With worried eyes, you scanned the audience. Everyone waited for you to speak. Finally, your eyes landed on the table where Dorian sat. He was waiting expectantly. When he noticed your suddenly frazzled state, he gave you a reassuring smile. Pointing to you then his chest where his heart was. Nodding, you received the message.

Closing your eyes, you set out a soft sigh. When you opened your eyes up, you realized how many of the objects were staring at you with adoration in their eyes. You belong.

“I would like to thank all of you. For today, and for everything. I know, it’s been awhile since I spoke with any of you. I just want you to know that you didn’t do anything wrong for me to disappear like that.” You bit your lip, trying to find the right words.

“I’ve just been dealing with a lot.” You gestured around your head. “Emotionally.”

“We love you, bro!” A voice that sounded like a Hank came from the audience. 

You chuckled. 

“Again, I just want to thank you. This day has been… amazing. Something that I really needed. And I realized, it’s okay. To need things.” You looked back at Dorian with a soft smile. “Because I’ve got a lot of objects whose purpose is to help. And I want you to know that I’m ready to accept it.” 

The crowd gave you loud applause, bringing a bright smile to your face.

“I don’t feel much of a draft anymore.” You spoke directly to Dorian this time.

While the others had no idea what you were talking about, they still continued to applaud you. Dorian gave you an understanding nod that had your heart swelling. 

After the show, you returned to your bedroom. Feeling exhausted, yet fulfilled. After changing into your pjs, you decided to leave the glasses on. Turning to your door, you realized he was facing away from you again. You realized it was his attempt at giving you privacy.

“Dorian, you know you can watch me change, right? Pretty much all of the other objects have seen me naked.” 

He gave a peek over his shoulder. Seeing that you were dressed, he turned to face you.

“I prefer to act like a gentleman.” He said bluntly. “I’m no low-life that needs to get off on seeing my homeowner in the buff.” 

“I never said you were.” 

“Exactly, cause I’m not.” He gave you a smirk. 

You turned away, and hopped into your bed. You motioned for the man to join you. He gave you a confused look, pointing at himself. Nodding, you pat the side of the bed beside you. 

“This isn’t very professional, you know.” He said softly as he made his way toward you.

“I think we’re past professionalism now. Don’t you think?” You smirked.

“Perhaps.” He shrugged. 

“If you don’t mind. Could you spend the night? Here? With me?”

His eyes widened, a flush growing on his cheeks. 

“I don’t know if that would be very wise.” 

After a moment, you realized the implications of your request. Giving out a snort you waved him off.

“Not like that!” You leaned back in the bed. “Like cuddling, and stuff.”

“And stuff?” His voice cracked slightly. He wasn’t Trap Dorian, he was not used to this kind of… thing.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I just want to cuddle and you hold me.” You blushed. “If that’s okay.” 

He let out a sigh of relief, then chuckled.

“Yes, that’s alright.” 

He proceeded to get more comfortable. Removing his jacket and doorknob watch. Then he slid beside you in bed. Arm crooked up for you to snuggle into. You curled into his side, sighing as you snuggled against his chest. 

“Thank you, Dorian.” 

“Of course. Anything for you, love.” He moved his hand to your head, fingers scratching at your scalp.

“Mmm, that feels good.” You purred against him, squishing yourself closer. 

His heart swelled at the feeling of your cuddles. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever done this with someone. He never let people this close, but you were different. Someone who didn’t force him to open. Someone who understood, just as he did for you. Perhaps this was something he could get used to.

“Can you promise me something?” He asked softly.

“Yes?” You asked looking up at him. You caught the glimmer of adoration in his eyes.

“Whenever you feel that draft again, please come to me.” 

“Okay.” You said quietly, nodding. Feeling your heart swell. 

“And I promise, I will do everything in my power to seal it up.” 

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hey quick question havent seen any male/ masc leaning readers on your blog is it ok to request them? if your not comfortable i totally get it! just wanted to ask :> ive love your work keep creating!! have good day/night!! :D

I’ll accept requests for any gender/identity! As I am a cis woman, it might take me a bit to write it cause I’m all about accuracy. But I’ll gladly write for anyone! Also, I have written a male reader x Viktor fic if you wanna check out my style on that! Glad you enjoy my work! ❤️

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HIIIII! I just binge read your date everything fics and I love them! May i ask for yet another Chance fic, where y/n is familiar with g&g and used to play with their friends from time to time - using his dice of course! And... y/n used to kiss the piece for the "lucky shot", doesn't matter if it worked or not. So now, with Skylars help, y/n can speak with him and even play a session or two and it is so much fun! But she is completely oblivious to the fact that he remembers every time y/ns lips touched his dice-y form and each time he silently yearns for her lips to touch him once again... The rest is up to you, lots of love!

I love this prompt so much! Thank you for the request!

With a Taste of Your Lips...

Part 2

synop: You and Chance decide to play another session of G&G. Little do you know, a special tradition of yours has him feeling all sorts of hot and bothered. i.e. You discover Chance can feel when you kiss his die.

words: 4.7K

includes: chancexfem!reader, ttrpg playing, making out, fondling an object?, cumming untouched kinda, smut

a/n: I might make a part 2 to this one, thoughts? Also, its got smut. No minors!

“You feel yourself growing weaker. The spell the lich cast on you drains your life force. All of your comrades are downed. You are their final hope.” Your GM stares you down, brow raised. “What would you like to do?”

Looking around the table you see all of your friends' faces are grim. All eyes are on you. Taking a look at the battlemap before you, your eyes widened. 

“Past the cliff, it’s the Abysmal Pit, correct?” You asked the GM. 

“Correct.”

“And anyone who falls in is erased from existence, right?

“Correct.”

“No!” Sam shouted. “I know what you’re thinking. You can’t do it!”

You give her a solemn look, eyes filled with sadness. 

“I’m sorry.” You pick up your red D20. “But you can’t stop me. I’m going for a grapple on the lich, then I’m dragging him over the edge with me.” 

A chorus of gasps erupts from your party members. Some are getting teary-eyed. 

Two years of a campaign filled with adventure, friendship, romance, and tears. This is how it ends. Perhaps it was destined to be. 

“Make your roll.” Your GM feels tears prick in their own eyes. Not knowing whether they want you to succeed on this or not. 

As is tradition on major rolls, you bring your trusty die to your lips. Pecking it softly, you pray that this works. 

“Lucky shot,” you hear Sam say under their breath. 

Cupping the die in your hands, you give a good shake. Then you release it onto the table. Everyone in the room is holding their breath as it rolls. Finally, it stops. Natural 20. 

Normally, the table would erupt with cheers. This time, it wasn’t proper to celebrate. 

“Prim,” your GM took in a shaky breath as he spoke your character’s name. Trying to hold back tears. “You muster up the final dregs of strength within you. Pulling yourself up with a groan. Everything hurts, but your mind has been made up. Pushing through it all, you start to run. Taking one final look at your fallen teammates. This is the last time you will see them. Tell me how this ends.” Their voice wavered. 

“As I run toward the lich, I let out a final ‘goodbye’. I grab it around the waist, then throw both of us off of the ledge. No matter what it does I keep ahold of it. It’s coming with me.” Your own eyes fill with tears. 

“As you fall, the lich tries to get you off of it, but to no avail. For a brief moment you can see a flash of its past humanity. Fear filling its face as it realizes the one thing that it tried to run from has finally arrived. Death in the shape of a half-elf rogue who risked it all to defeat it.”

Chance sighed dreamily, remembering your great sacrifice. Seemed like you frequently played characters that laid their life on the line. No wonder he was absolutely smitten.

While you weren’t able to see his personified form at the moment, he was able to see you. Back hunched over as you typed on Mac. The computer feeling pretty good about themselves as you cranked out your latest self-insert fanfic. What else were you supposed to do when an AI took over your job? 

Chance wasn’t able to see what you were writing, but could see Mac occasionally blush and chuckle at the words you were typing onto them. 

“Care to share?” He asked the computer. 

Mac glanced over at him, then back to one of the screens in front of them. 

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. She’s kind of mortified that I’ve even read this stuff.” Mac turned back to read what you had just typed out, red blooming on their face. “Yeah, no. You don’t need to know about this.” 

Chance grumbled to himself. It didn’t feel fair that Mac got to see the sexiest innermost thoughts of yours. Actually, he was kind of jealous of many of your objects. Betty slept with you every night, witnessing the limited sexual exploits of yours. Johnny, he wouldn’t talk about it, too much of a gentleman. But the massage setting on his shower head? He might have alluded to activities you had accomplished with that. 

It was frustrating to say the least. Seeing how much better the other beings in the home got to know you intimately. All Chance wanted was a taste of that knowledge. 

He hoped you’d put your Dateviators back on again. Now that you had been able to see him, all he wanted was your attention. It didn’t help that you enthusiastically offered to play G&G with him. Only feeding into the ever-growing obsession with you. 

It didn’t start when you put those glasses on, no. It started when you came up with that damned tradition. Kissing the 20 side of his die body. You didn’t know, couldn’t know, really. But he felt it, every single time. It was special, something you only did when making a major roll. And you always picked him. Your “lucky shot” for your “lucky die”. 

The thing was, you hadn’t ended that tradition. When you began playing with Chance, you continued to make your lucky shots. Not realizing that although the personified version was sitting in front of you, Chance was still very much connected to the object he was. He would have you roll on something difficult, and as if it were instinct, you pressed your soft lips right on the20 side. Thankfully, Chance had been able to maintain his composure as you watched the die roll. However, it was beginning to become too much. 

Each press of your lips to the die had him falling for you harder and harder. 

With a sigh, you pushed away from your computer. Eyeing the die beside you with a smirk. Tapping on the desk, your gaze flitted over to your glasses. It had been a few hours since you had them on, couldn’t hurt to say hi to your office. And there might have been a specific object that held your affections.

“You know. I can feel you looking at me, right?” You teased the die before putting on the Dateviators. 

Chance’s face was ruddy when you looked at him, caught red handed. Rubbing his neck sheepishly, he gave you an apologetic look.

“What can I say? You’re nice to look at.” 

Now it was your turn to blush. The damned man always seemed to fluster you in such innocuous ways. Somehow always polite with his flirting. 

There were times he could be fairly forward, but he never pushed. It was sweet. 

Thinking about it, you could go for something sweet now. But nothing that was consumable. 

“Do you have a session prepped?” You asked.

Immediately, he perked up. A bright smile on his face complimented by an enthused flush. 

“Of course! Ever since you’ve come along, I’m like ten sessions ahead!” He leaned toward you, bouncing on his toes. 

“I’m glad that you’ve been so inspired. I love your stories.” You gave him a soft smile. 

His eyes widen, practically sparkling at your words.

“Y-you love my stories?” He held his hand to his heart, feeling the muscle pump faster at your compliment.

“Why do you think I want to play with you so often?” You pulled his die over with a finger, rolling it around. “I have a lot of fun with you.” 

“We could have more fun.” He raised a brow suggestively, looking over his glasses at you.

Red in the face, you waved him off with a giggle.

“Do you have time to play now?”

“I always have time for you.” 

You were sure you heard Timothy scoff somewhere in the distance. That was no matter though, for now you had the full attention of your favorite die. 

“Shall we play, then?” 

Chance nodded enthusiastically, then proceeded to get his GM station set up. When his screen and notes were all in place, he gave an approved nod. Looking up, he beamed at you again. Feeling his heart squeeze at the content smile on your face as you sat on the other end of the table from him. Oh how he wished to always keep you happy. He would play forever with you just to make sure that smile never fell from your lips. 

“Alright, where did we leave off?” He glanced over his notes.

“I managed to talk myself out of being eaten by a giant.” You had your own notes pulled out. 

Chance felt his heart swell again. You took notes! Oh, you truly were the perfect player. 

“That’s right! My charismatic girl!” He chuckled as your face grew red. 

He was glad that he managed to make you as flustered as you made him. Equal opportunity flirting to make the other squirm. Again, perfect. 

“You’ve gotten away from the giant, but you still have yet to find the gilded egg laying hen.” 

“Thankfully, you have quite the wise girl as well!” You let out a satisfied huff. “Can I make a perception check to see where the chicken is?” 

“You may.” He motioned for you to continue.

Shaking the die in your hands you urged it to roll well. 

“C’mon D20, show me what you’re made of!” 

You released the die, it clattered into your dice tray. After a moment of circling, it landed on a 16. 

“Nice! And that’s a plus four to my perception!” 

“Wonderful!” He cleared his throat, continuing his tale. “As you look around the foyer of the giant’s castle, you aren’t finding any indications of where a hen might be roosting. However, after a moment of hearing silence, there’s a new sound filtering down the hallway to the north.”

“What’s the sound?” You ask with a knowing smirk.

“It’s soft harp music, almost dreamlike.” 

After your previous character died valiantly saving a village from a dragon, Chance asked if you would mind experimenting with a fairytale themed game. Of course, you agreed, excited to see what he would come up with. While some of the quests you have been on so far were a bit predictable, he had many twists and turns added in. 

Like Cinderella’s slipper turning out to be a baby mimic. When you had managed to aid the prince in finding his lost love, the mimic revealed itself, chomping down on her foot. However, she didn’t scream. It turned out, Cinderella’s ballgown had already consumed her and was using her head and limbs to blend in. The fairy godmother revealed herself as a demon looking to collect on the souls of the kingdom. All she needed was the prince to disappear so she could take his place. 

It was a lovely twist that ended with a fairly hard battle. Thankfully the prince that accompanied you turned out to be part of the bloodline of very powerful sorcerers, so he was able to aid in the defeat of the fairy godmother. 

The prince tried asking for your hand in marriage, but you had other adventures to go on. Instead, you left with a hefty amount of gold. A token of appreciation for saving the kingdom. The engagement ring hidden amongst the coins didn’t go unnoticed, Chance giving you a cheeky wink when he mentioned it. 

You had noticed the man had been throwing romance options at you throughout each of the fairy tales. Many of them were love stories, sure, but it seemed like he really wanted you to get with someone. Little Red Riding Hood, growing smitten with you after you saved her from the belly of a wolf. A huntsman asking for your hand after you aided him in saving the kingdom from a corrupt king. Snow White practically begged you to marry her after you turned out to be her “true love's kiss”. He was laying it on pretty thick, so to speak.  

Truthfully, the reason why you never accepted was because you wanted Chance to stop hiding his affections behind characters in your game. The two of you had constant flirty banter, but it felt like he could only speak through innuendo when hinting at wanting anything more. While it was endearing, it was starting to become tiring. 

Though admittedly, you were a coward too. It would be hypocritical to judge the man considering you couldn’t muster up the courage to do anything either. Instead, you sat in a flirtatious purgatory. Something that could be viewed as a comfortable platonic relationship, but in reality had very, very heavy overtones of desire. 

Neither you or Chance could be subtle. There were times where you could feel the hunger in his eyes as he ran your game. Usually when you did something quite clever. 

That time when you answered his Latin riddle? The man was very glad he had baggy pants on. 

Then there was you. Easily bending to his dominating whims when he was GMing. Something about him having that kind of authority over you often had you clenching your thighs and squirming in your chair. And don’t even get started on the villain monologues. He pulled one of those out, you left the gaming table with your panties soaked. Giving Betty quite the show when you couldn’t get to sleep. 

Back to your current game, Chance asked for your next move.

“I follow the sound of the harp.”

“You feel almost entranced at the music. Your steps pulling you to the north hallway. After about an hour of walking (remember, this is a GIANT’S castle) you made it to the room the music was coming from. Peering inside, you see a giant sitting on a bed. She appears to be much shorter than the one you first encountered, but still clearly a giant. You can tell she is related to the other giant, both sporting the same nose shape. The giant girl is playing the harp, her fingers delicately plucking at the strings. You look across from her and see what you’ve been looking for. A hen nestled in a nest of straw. Its body swaying side to side with the music. Below it you see a peek of gold. What would you like to do?”

“I’m not going to try and hide.”

Chance looked at you with wide eyes, surprised at your blatant move.

“I handled the other giant with my words, I can easily do the same again.”

Oh, he loved your confidence. Your willingness to dive in despite the consequences. He just hoped that it wouldn’t end with your bones ground up to make bread. Quite the horrific way to depart this mortal realm.

“If you say so. You stride inside with confidence. Hyping yourself up from your previous encounter with a giant.” He rolled a die, giving a grimace. “The giant girl doesn’t appear to see you. She’s looking right at the hen, swaying side to side as she continues to play the harp.”

“I try to catch her attention by clearing my throat loudly.” 

“You clear your throat, and she stops playing. A sour look grows on her face as she looks for the source of the sound. Looking down, she finally spots you. Crossing her arms, she gives you a pout.”

“You know, it’s quite rude to interrupt a performance.” Chance put on the voice of a little girl, making you chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“Chance, you know that wasn’t in-game.” You gave him a stern look. 

“I know, I’m just messin. Anyways… she looks at you, waiting for you to respond.”

“I apologize, your music is lovely.” 

“Then why did you interrupt me?”

“Well, I have some important matters to discuss.”

“Important matters? What’s important is that Bailey gets her proper rest.” Chance returns to his normal voice. “You follow her gaze to the hen in the nest.”

“Is Bailey your hen?” 

“Obviously!” The character voice returned. “And she won’t lay eggs unless I play for her.” 

“I see.” You ponder on that information for a moment, then ask. “Is the harp huge?”

“It’s giant, so is the hen.”

“Didn’t the asshole who hired me say he had been here before? Why send me up if there’s no way to bring the items down?” You huffed in frustration at the quest-giver.

“Who said there wasn’t a way to bring them down?” He clicked his tongue at you, admonishingly.

“Hmmm. I think I'll talk to the girl some more.” He motioned for you to continue. “I’m sure Bailey loves your music.”

“She does, she always lays an egg when I play! My daddy says I’m gettin just as good as my mama!” Chance goes back to narrating. “After she says that she goes quiet. Her eyes widening as if she’s just realized you were here. There’s a darkness in them that surprises you for a girl so young.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You bit your lip nervously.

“You’re a human. Humans aren’t allowed here!”

“Um, you’re dad let me go. At least I think it was your dad.” You give Chance a nervous glance.

“Roll on persuasion.”

Shaking the dice, you let it drop. Watching in fear as it lands on a three. Chance’s gaze grows dark.

“You only think you know? How can I know if you’re telling the truth?” Chance narrates again. “The giant girl stands up, towering high over you. A glare on her face as her eyes narrow. But you spot something odd, her eyes are watering.” The little girl voice is put back on. “All humans lie! I bet you’re no different!”

“I decide to stay quiet, letting her speak.” You say to Chance. Again, he’s surprised at your action.

“Your people killed my mom!” He switches back to normal. “You now see tears falling from her eyes. She’s going to reach for you.” He rolls a die, eyeing you expectantly. “Would you like to do anything to stop it?”

“No. I let her.” 

“A large hand grabs you with a crushing squeeze. You feel the air forced out of your body by the strong grip of her hand. She lifts you to her head.” He clears his throat, going back to the girl voice. “I should just eat you, show you how it feels.” He gives you another expectant look. “Are you going to try and do anything?”

“Nope. I’m gonna close my eyes and accept my fate.” 

Impressed, Chance sits back with his arms crossed. Pondering on what to do next. While you had managed to talk your way out of the last giant encounter, he thought you would at least try to fight your way out of this one. The giant child’s stat block was something that you could manage on your own. 

“Okay. I want you to roll persuasion, and I’ll be nice and give you advantage for what you’ve managed to do so far.”

Pumping your fist in the air, you reached for the die. This time, you brought the D20 to your lips, giving it a light peck. This was a roll that was gonna need it. 

“C’mon lucky shot, don’t let me down now.” 

The first roll landed on a 6. Again, you brought the die to your lips. The kiss to the dice slightly lingering, just for good luck. You shook it in your hand and released, crossing your fingers for a good roll. Slowly, it spun to land on a 20.

“Nat 20 babee! Let’s gooooo!” You stood up and cheered, your character saved.

Chance remained seated, face beet red. His breathing had become labored. For some reason, he couldn’t get himself to calm down. Maybe it was the fact that you had kissed the die in succession. Something he could feel burning through his body. 

Coming down from your high, you realized Chance hadn’t continued. Turning, you gave him a concerned look. Walking over, you eyed the state he was in. Face still extremely flushed. 

“Are you okay?” You leaned toward him, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“I-I’m fine. We can continue!” He rubbed his neck nervously.

“Are you sure? Your face is really red.”

“What did you expect after kissing me like that!” He clamped his hands over his mouth, face turning another shade darker. 

“What? I didn’t kiss…” You looked over to the die, feeling a heat crawl up your neck. “C-can you feel that?”

Hands still over his mouth, he nodded. You realized you had been performing your luck ritual the entire time you had been playing with Chance. He could feel it. Every. Single. Time. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You felt terrible, doing that to him without asking.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said softly.

“But then I kept making you uncomfortable! Kissing you without your consent, ugh. I’m so sorry, Chance.” You gave him a sad look that pierced his heart. That wasn’t what he meant at all!

“I never said I was uncomfortable.” He composed himself somewhat.

“Huh?” 

“I might have liked it…” He trailed quietly. 

“What was that?” You couldn’t make out what he said.

“I like it!” He blurted. “I really like it when you kiss me.” His face grew red again as he waited for your response.

“Y-you do?” 

He nodded sheepishly. 

“Yeah. It feels… nice. Really nice.” He bit his lip nervously. “You’re always so soft and sweet.” 

“Oh.” Your face was burning.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He gave you an apologetic look. 

“Chance…” This time you were nervous.

“Yes?” 

You leaned down toward his face. Arms planted on the headrest of his chair.

“Can I actually kiss you?”

“I-I mean technically you are ‘actually’ kissing me…” He stuttered out, eyes flitting between your eyes and lips.

You gave him an unamused pout.

“You know what I mean. How’s about this? Can I give you a reciprocated kiss? One that you also participate in?”

“Yes. Please.” 

With that, you pressed your lips to his. Chance froze up at first, eyes wide at the fact that this was happening. Leaning into the kiss, his eyes fluttered shut. You let out a content sigh at the feel of his lips against yours. Soft and plush, perfectly meldable with your own. 

With your tongue, you teased at his bottom lip. Gladly, he slightly opened his mouth for your tongues to intertwine. A low groan left him as he tasted you. So fucking perfect.

The man pushed the chair away from the table, letting you sink onto his lap. Your hand trailed up his neck, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. He moaned against you at the action. His own hands trailed over your body, mapping out your slopes and curves. Ultimately they landed on your ass, giving it a quick squeeze. You giggled against his lips, pulling away to get a good look at him.

Face still flushed with kiss bitten lips and blown out pupils. He stared up at you like you were a goddess that was granting him a blessing. That was sure how this encounter was feeling. Something that he had only dreamed of. 

“You’re so handsome.” You pressed kisses against his jaw and down his throat, making him shiver. 

“And you’re beautiful. So perfect.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. 

Leaning your forehead against his, you smiled. Then an idea came to you. Biting your lip, you wondered if the man beneath you would oblige to your whims. 

“Chance…”

“Hmm?”

“When I kiss your die, where do you feel it?”

“Oh, um, I guess on my face? Like a whisper against my cheeks and the corner of my lips.” He let out an awkward chuckle. 

You shifted off of him to grab the die, then returned to his lap. Holding the die in front of you, you looked over the numbers.

“So what would happen if I kissed the other numbers?” You asked, gaze hungry.

Oh, oh, this was hot. So fucking hot. Chance thought just kissing you was a dream come true. You wanting more from him? That was merely a fantasy.

“I suppose I would feel you kissing me on other parts of my body.” He answered. Truthfully, he had no idea what would happen. You only ever kissed the 20.

“So if I kiss the one.” You brought the dice to your lips, pecking the side.

Chance giggled at the feeling. Right on the bottom of his foot. 

“I take it that was your foot?”

He nodded, excited to see where this was going. Already feeling himself growing semi-hard in his pants as  he watched you in anticipation.

You pressed a kiss to the five, eyeing Chance’s response. He twitched under you with a whimper. 

“Where was that?”

“My left thigh.” 

Okay, so if five was the left thigh then… you pressed a kiss to the six.

“R-right thigh.” He groaned out. Having your lips on him like this was something else. 

It was probably a good thing you never kissed the other numbers. He was sure you would make him cum from just kissing him alone. 

“So if six is your other thigh then that must mean seven or eight is likely your-”

“What if we avoided that area?” He cut you off, a nervous sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

“Why’s that?” You leaned in, giving him a deep kiss.

“I-I just…” He couldn’t finish the sentence. 

“Chance, would me kissing the dice equivalent of your crotch make you cum?” Wow, just right out with it. 

“Y-yeah, yeah. It would. I’m gonna be honest. With the way that you’re already going at it, I’d probably cum just from you kissing me.” 

“Really?” You sat upright, eyes sparkling. 

He nodded, blushing furiously. 

“Could we try it?” You bit your lip. 

The thought of having the man fall apart just from you kissing him had you riled up. You could feel yourself growing wetter at the thought. Seeing him squirm from your kisses before coming undone. Oh, that was very appealing. 

“You want to?” He was surprised.

“Yeah, I do. Only if you want to.” 

“You don’t have to ask twice.” He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Your tongues tangled with each other as you moaned. 

Pulling away, you brought the dice back up to your face. Eyeing the numbers, you decided to go for the 19. You gave it a slow kiss, watching Chance as he shivered and moaned. The feeling reached a sweet spot on his neck that had him keening. He was pretty sure he was addicted to your lips now. 

You continued to press kisses to various numbers. Loving every whimper and moan you managed to get out of the man. Occasionally you would lean back in to give him a proper kiss on the lips, only to return to tease him with the die. 

Chance could tell you were avoiding the seven and eight. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“P-please.” He groaned through gritted teeth as he felt your lips on his chest. “I need you…”

“Need me to what?” You teased with a smirk.

“Kiss the seven and eight. Please.” He begged, squirming beneath you.

“Hmm. Good boy.” Oh fuck. That had his dick throbbing. 

Slowly, you brought the die to your lips. You pecked all over it, then finally pressed a kiss to the seven. Chance cried out at the feeling. Your lips right where he needed them. Feeling them press against his throbbing length. He was sure the next one would be the last he needed. You gave another slow kiss to the eight. It was his undoing. Cock twitching in his pants, releasing a sticky load into his boxers. His hands gripped at your hips as he rutted against the feeling of your lips. 

“Oh f-fuck.” He stuttered out. 

You pressed your lips to his, then kissed all over his face. The man melting into your affection. 

“How was that?” You asked softly.

“Amazing. Perfect. Wonderful. Perfect. Did I mention perfect?” He chuckled.

“I’m glad I could give you that.” You picked up the die again, giving it a peck on the 20. 

“Guess I’ll be keeping my lucky shot tradition for our other games.” You gave him a sweet smile. 

“Oh sweetheart,” Chance pulled you back to him, “did you think playtime was over?”

[a99jazzybean]

OR it could be jaycexreader trying pot brownies 😬 I think that’ll be funny and can get spicy. If your are comfortable with it of courseee

This one was cute and fun to write! Thank you for the request!

High Enough

synop: You decided to make pot brownies for your roommate, but realize you don't have enough bud. You decide that using juice from a cart is a good idea. Jayce eats some of the brownies not realizing they have weed in them. He convinces you to get high and shenanigans ensue.

Reader is gender neutral but AFAB

words: 3.5K

includes: jaycexgn!reader, modern au, recreational drug use, weed use, high sex, creampie, smut

a/n: Guys, DO NOT make pot brownies like this. This recipe was inspired by my dumbass friends that poured a cart out into brownie mix. A tiny piece had me knocked out in 30 minutes. Do not recommend.

Dammit… You were all out of bud. You swore you had some left, but found measly crumbs at the bottom of your stash jar. That’s what you get for switching to pens you suppose. 

A lightbulb went off in your head. That’s it! You could use a cart. That couldn’t go wrong, right? 

You grabbed a fresh cart and some needle nose pliers and went to work on the cap. After some careful maneuvering, you managed to get it open without breaking the glass. Dumping it in your mixing bowl, you got to work making some brownies. 

Turning on some tunes, you hummed and danced your way through cracking eggs and measuring flour. The brownies were for one of your roommates, Viktor. A “thank you” for getting you out of a bind on a major school project. 

While they were a gift, you obviously were planning on trying them out yourself. Especially since you were experimenting with using a different form of weed. Probably best to see how you fared before accidentally making your friend green out. 

When the brownies baked you found that this batch appeared to have less of the typical pungent scent than if you used flower. Noted. 

After baking you left out the pan to cool. Deciding you needed a shower after accidentally covering yourself in flour, you headed down the hall. As you bathed, your other roommate returned home. 

Upon entering, his nose and eyes were immediately drawn to the fresh baked brownies on the counter. Mouth watering, he skipped over to the kitchen. As the apartment’s resident baker, it wasn’t uncommon for you to randomly make goodies to share. Jayce saw this as no different. Pulling out a knife, he cut himself a decent piece of brownie. Taking a large bite out of the gooey chocolate, he moaned with content. 

When you walked out of the bathroom, you heard Jayce shuffling out in the kitchen. Eyes widening, you rushed in. It was too late. The man had already scarfed down the brownie, his hand reaching once more to cut out  another piece. 

“STOP!” You yell, hand out. 

Turning around, Jayce gave you a confused wide-eyed stare. 

“What’s wrong?” Oh how naive the man was. 

“Jayce, those are pot brownies.” 

“Wait, really? I can’t taste it at all.” 

“I might have used juice from a cart instead of flower…” You trailed sheepishly. 

“WHAT???” His eyes grew even wider. “Why the fuck would you do that?” 

“I ran out of bud! And I wanted to do something nice for Viktor!” You shrugged your shoulders. 

“Something nice for-“ He let out an exasperated sigh. “ I’m pretty sure what you have created might put the man in a coma.”

You scoffed. 

“I doubt it. He’s got an insane tolerance.” 

“Regardless, I’ve eaten one.” His eyes narrowed at you. 

“Don’t blame me! You ate one without asking!” 

“You bake things all the time! How was I supposed to know?” He was growing very concerned. 

“Hey, let’s calm down.” You softened your voice. The last thing you needed was for Jayce to spiral. 

“How are you feeling?”

“I can already feel my head getting lighter.” 

“Okay, so we know it hits pretty quickly.” You walked up to him slowly, taking his hand to help ground him. 

He grasped yours tightly. 

“I’ll keep an eye on you, kay?” Your thumb traced circles on the back his hand. The tender action made him shiver. 

“What if you joined me?” Gears were turning in his head. 

“What do you mean?”

“Eat one too.” He gave you pleading puppy dog eyes. 

“Jayce, we have no idea how this will affect you, much less me.” You shook your head at him. 

“Were you just planning on giving them to Viktor?” He eyed you suspiciously. 

“W-well, no. I was going to try them-“ 

“Then try them. Since you were already planning on it.” He cut you off. 

Those damned pleading puppy-dog eyes had you wavering. Really, what would be the harm? As long as you stay home you should be fine, hopefully. 

Nodding, you gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance. He beamed at your response, making your heart swell.

Ushering you over to the counter, Jayce cut out a piece for you. You took it, giving the treat a once-over. Looking at Jayce, he was shifting side-to-side impatiently. Eyes blown out, leaving a tiny visible ring of a hazel iris. 

“This is what that D.A.R.E. officer warned me about in eighth grade.” You sighed, then took a bite. 

Chocolatey goodness filled your senses. Jayce was right, you couldn’t taste anything off about the brownies. Oh, that was dangerous. 

You swallowed then looked at Jayce expectantly. 

“What now?”

“We could chill in my room, or yours. Doesn’t matter to me.” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

Jayce really, really did not want to be left alone right now. And if you were going to be in the same state as him might as well do it together, right? It’s not like he was expecting anything out of it. After all, you were very good friends. But in his weed addled mind, there was a teensy part of him that was hoping for maybe something more. 

See, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous in the man’s eyes. While you had been close friends for a long while now, Jayce secretly wished for something more. 

It didn’t help that the two of you had enjoyed the occasional sloppy make out sesh that followed an evening of drinking. Giving the man just a taste of what you had to offer, and nothing more. 

The thing was, you also wanted a little something more as well. Not necessarily a relationship. But having a hot piece of ass like him around was tempting to say the least. 

“We can chill in my room.” You said, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall. 

Jayce had spent time in your room every so often, but it still felt like a sacred space. Especially now when it felt like his mind was floating. 

Once in your room you hopped onto your bed. Sinking into the mattress with a satisfied sigh. This was the best part about being high. Just laying down and feeling it hit you. Limbs sinking down into the plush of your bed. Lifting your head a bit, you spotted Jayce awkwardly watching you. Shuffling in place like he didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing. 

“Get in here, Talis.” You motioned for him to join you. 

He padded over to your bed, then laid down beside you. A small smile on his face as he watched you in content bliss. 

“It’s so nice to just sink in.” You sighed. 

“I take it the brownie has hit?” 

You nodded with a hum. Allowing yourself to enjoy the pleasant buzz in your head. 

Reaching out, you grabbed Jayce’s hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours and you let out another sigh. 

“You have really nice hands.” You lifted his hand above your face, studying it. “So warm. They’re working hands,” you traced the calluses at the top of his palm, “but somehow still soft. Yes, very nice hands.” You hummed bringing his palm to your lips and placing a tender kiss in the center.

Mouth agape, Jayce stared at you wide eyed. A red flush dusting his cheeks. 

Looking at him, you gave him a sweet smile. One he couldn’t help but return. 

Even though you were holding his hand, the distance between you felt too far. Jayce wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Nose to nose, you giggled. This felt… really nice. Humming, you nuzzled your nose against his. The adorable action made him blush even harder. 

Damn, you sure got physical when high. Not that he minded. 

“Jayce…” You mumbled, then pressed yourself into the space beneath his chin. Your face pushed into his chest. “You’re soooo warm.” 

“I think you’re higher than I am.” 

Shrugging your shoulders you nuzzled into his chest. The man curled his arms tighter around you. Leaning his head down, he pressed a warm kiss onto your forehead. 

“This feels really nice.” You murmured.

The comforting sinking returned. Feeling your body go heavy as you slumped into the man. Almost like you were going to meld with him.

Jayce’s skin was buzzing. Your touch feels ten times more intense than normal. As you curled up into the man, your hands roamed over him. Trailing up his torso and neck, fingers curling into his hair. Slowly they skimmed back down his arms. A pattern of movements that had him shivering against you. God, did it feel amazing. 

“I really like that…” He said softly, kissing your forehead again. 

“Mmm, yeah?” You gave him a dazed smile.

“Yeah.”

Your hands returned to his hair. Fingers scraping against his scalp, making him let out a low groan. 

“You’re like a puppy.” You giggled to yourself as you continued to pet him. “So cute.”

“A puppy?” He questioned.

“Yeah. The way you’re responding to my pets. And you have puppy-dog eyes.” 

“Puppy-dog eyes?” He gave you a confused look, head cocked to the side. Looking exactly like a confused dog.

Giggling again, you snuggled as close as you could to the man.

“Puppy-dog eyes that convinced me to get high with you.” You poked him in the chest. “They’re dangerous.”

He chuckled, puffs of air hitting the top of your head.

“Dangerous.”

“Exactly. So use them for good next time.” You admonished him with a finger. 

“Is this not something good?”

Pondering on it, you shrugged. 

“I’m not complaining, I suppose.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“Anything I can do to make it better?” 

“I dunno. You got any ideas?” You gave him a sultry look. 

He licked his lips nervously, eyes darting between your own and your lips. Leaning up, you pressed your nose against his. Lips just barely brushing against his. Looking into his eyes expectantly, you spoke softly.

“Well?” 

Warm lips crashed into yours messily. The man moaned as soon as he pressed against you. Every fiber of his body on fire when you pressed your lips against his. Teasingly, you lightly lapped against his bottom lip. Jayce slightly opened his mouth, inviting your tongue to tangle with his. You slid your tongue into his mouth, groaning at his taste. 

His hands roamed over your body. Appreciating the fact you wore nothing under your comfy pjs. Large fingers pinched your nipples over your clothes. You squeaked at the sudden sparks of pleasurable pain. He swallowed the sound, moaning against you. He was rutting against your thigh, making you feel the prominent bulge straining against his sweats. 

Pausing for a breath, you slightly pushed away, looking over him. This probably shouldn’t go further. Although there was a burning ache in your groin, you knew that going into this high wasn’t the smartest decision. But you didn’t really make a smart decision on the brownies while sober… so perhaps the night was one ready for many mistakes. Though you didn’t feel like hooking up with Jayce was a mistake. It could be for him though, you wouldn’t hold that against him. 

“Is everything okay?” He wanted to pull you back to him.

“Uh, yeah. I just don’t know if we should continue. I wouldn’t want you to regret anything.” You looked away from him, embarrassed.

“I could never regret anything with you.” His eyes pleaded with you, hips shaking as he did his best not to rut himself against you again. 

His words made your heart swell, a blush flushing on your cheeks. Pushing yourself back in, you gave him a deep kiss. Fuck it. You wanted this, your body was making you feel like you needed this. 

“I’ll take it you’re okay with us continuing?”

“Oh fuck yes.” You pressed your lips against his again, earning you a deep moan. 

Jayce returned to rubbing up against your thigh. Letting out little whimpers at the friction against his hard cock. Feeling his length against you had you drooling at the thought of him inside of you. Through the fabric of his pants you could feel how long and thick he was. It would be a stretch, but you wanted all of the man in front of you.

“C-can I taste you?” Jayce pulled back for a breath. “I really want you to sit on my face.” 

That had you flushing furiously. 

“Are you sure?” You asked softly. A part of you was concerned about hurting him.

“Yes. I want- no. I need it.” 

You nodded, agreeing. He beamed at you before shuffling your bodies on the bed. Rolling himself beneath you. You were straddling his waist and felt the head of his cock through his pants brush against your clothed sex. You whimpered at the friction. 

Jayce reached for your sleep shorts, eyes asking for permission. Nodding, you maneuvered your legs to help him remove the article. After tossing them, he turned to look at you. Groaning at the shiny slick coating your pussy and thighs. Lifting you up, he encouraged you to crawl to his face. Obliging, you made your way above him. Holding onto the headboard, you slowly lowered yourself over him. Large arms encircled your thighs, forcing you onto his waiting mouth. The sudden action makes you cry out. 

With a warm tongue, Jayce licked a stripe down your pussy. Your body was buzzing and sensitive with your high, making the pleasure more intense. Lapping through your folds, Jayce was making you release noises you had never known you could make before. Each whine and moan shot straight to his straining cock. Twitching impatiently as he made you fall apart on his tongue. 

You had to use the headboard to stabilize yourself. Around his head, your thighs were shaking as pure pleasure coursed through your body. Warmth was growing in your belly with each tantalizing lick against your clit. 

Beneath you, Jayce groaned. You were fucking delicious. He felt like he could stay under you for hours. Hearing the sounds you were making made him wish he could just hold you pressed against his tongue. 

“C-close!” You squeaked out. 

Jayce had begun flicking his tongue against you quickly. Each flick builds up your climax. With how sensitive you were, it would only be a matter of time before you burst. His tongue continued to flick against you rapidly. At this point, your entire body was shaking with the build of your orgasm. One perfectly placed swirl against your clit was your undoing. 

Practically screaming, you came on his face. Squirting over his chin with the force that your orgasm hit you. Between your squeezing thighs, Jayce thought he died and went to heaven. Oh he would gladly die squished in your plush thighs, your taste filling his senses. 

He only gave you a brief moment before his mouth was back on you.

“Jayce!” You squealed as he overstimulated your cunt. 

It seemed like he didn’t need to breathe as he continued to eat you out with fervor. Tongue tasting every inch of you, occasionally pushing into you. You could barely keep your body up as the shaking grew stronger. Your climax rapidly grows with each lap against your sopping pussy. 

With a shaky hand, you reach for the top of his head. Fingers curling into his hair. The feeling made him moan against you. 

This time, your orgasm hit you like a train. Crashing through your entire body with a giant wave of pleasure. Above him you twitched and whimpered as his tongue continued to lick you. Eventually you pressed your hand against his forehead, making him let you go.

“T-too much, Jayce!” You whined.

Sliding off of his face, you flopped belly down onto the bed. Jayce eyed your bare ass and legs, licking his lips with anticipation. He slid behind and over you. Turning to watch him, you felt your thighs clench. Flopping against his belly was probably the most enticing cock you had ever seen. Tip flushed an angry red, just begging to be fucked. 

Jayce looked at you, the hunger in his gaze making you shiver. Wiggling your hips, you urged him to continue. He spread your legs, and pressed down on your back. You lifted your hips, whining impatiently.

Because of that, Jayce decided to tease you. Dragging his cock between your folds. Gathering up your ever-accumulating slick dripping out of you. His cock caught on your entrance, making you whimper. Fuck, you needed him to fill you. You felt like you were floating and sinking at the same time. A pleasurable bliss that was about to get better. 

Slowly, Jayce pressed himself into you. Thick cock stretching you out deliciously. Both of you moaned as he continued to push his length inside. His cock brushing against the gummy spot that had you keening. 

“That feel good?” He leaned his body over yours, murmuring into your ear. 

It felt too good. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Instead, you decided to nod vigorously. Hoping he would move inside you. 

“Mmm, good.” He crooned, pulling out slowly then slamming back into you. 

Your whole body jolted with pleasure as his cock began to abuse your sweet spot. Head of his length continuing to hit it over and over again. Clutching the bedsheets you were a sobbing mess. The oversensitivity from your high mixed with the pure pleasure the man was giving you caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes. 

“J-Jayce!” You cried out and one very intense thrust. 

“F-fuck,” he released a stuttering breath against your neck. “Please cum, please cum for me. I need to feel you. So fucking bad.” He nuzzled into your shoulder.

Jayce would soon be getting his wish. An intense pleasure was blooming within you, making you gasp and moan. This man was making you feel like an overstimulated puddle. Each press of his cock makes the pleasure grow tenfold. Your entire body was ready to shatter. 

And shatter you did. Jayce’s cock thrusting in and out of you, draggin your orgasm along with it. Your pussy clenched his cock, drenching your bed sheets as you came. 

Jayce groaned, but held himself back. He needed to feel you do that at least one more time. 

You whined when he pulled out of you, then yelped when he flipped you over. A brief moment of soberness had you remembering that he was actually really strong. Then your stoned brain chimed in with how fucking hot it was that he was manhandling you so desperately.

He had you on your back, legs hooked over his shoulders. As he pressed back into your wet heat, he gave you a sloppy kiss. The two of you catching eachother’s moans of pleasure. He pushed up your shirt to your shoulders. Warm hands cupped your breasts, teasing over your nipples. The action makes you shiver all over. 

His hands moved to your waist to give him more leverage. Fast thrust pummeled the sweet spot within you. Jayce managed to hit it perfectly in this position too. Crying out, you felt a sting of pleasure. Thick fingers were circling your abused clit, sending sparks shooting through your body. Moans and whimpers escaping you with each circle. Your hands clenched his biceps for purchase as your body shook. 

He could feel your pussy pulsing around him. Another climax building inside you. He chased your high, wanting to cum with you. Knowing he could burst at any moment, Jayce hoped you would join him. The tightness in his balls was growing a bit too unbearable. 

As if your body was answering his wish, he felt you clench against his length. Unconsciously thrusting your hips as you chase down your orgasm. A scream of pleasure ripping out of you as you gushed around him. 

Warmth filled you as Jayce was granted his release. Cock twitching deep inside you as hot ropes of his cum poured in. A pleasurable feeling that seemed never ending. Jayce’s orgasm lasted long after he had fully unloaded in you. Cock overstimulated with the feeling of your tight twitching walls around him. 

Both of you came down from your orgasm highs. Still extremely high from the brownies. Something that could easily be read based on your drooping eyelids and dopey smiles. Before pulling out, Jayce kissed all over your face. You giggled as his lips pecked all over your cheeks.

“That was amazing.” He purred against your neck, giving you a kiss. “You are amazing.” 

“You feel sososososo good, Jayce.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. 

With a groan, Jayce pulled out of you. His eyes transfixed on your pussy now dripping out his spend.

“That’s hot.” He looked up, chuckling at your confused expression. 

Kissing your forehead, he stood up. 

“I’ll get us cleaned up.”

After a moment, Jayce returned with a wet washcloth. Softly he wiped you down. You softly thanked him for helping you. He responded with a sweet kiss. 

When you were both cleaned up, Jayce returned to snuggle up in your bed. Large warm arms held you close to him. You felt yourself drifting as Jayce spoke to you softly. The man letting out a stream of compliments and fond memories. Occasionally he would kiss you, feeling like he was drowning in your lips. 

“We should do this again.” Jayce said softly.

“Yeah? Yeah.” You giggled, answering yourself.

“Though I think we could skip the brownies next time.” 

[a99jazzybean]

so i just read you DateEverythingChanse! X Reader and fell in LOVE. it was sooo so good and genuinely one of the best Date Eveything pieces that I’ve read!

And since your request were open; could you write some Eddie Volt x Reader. And maybe pull some of Volt in there?

(This is my first time requesting anything on tumblr, so idk what more info you would need.)

-🐄

Oh I really enjoyed this one! I love, love, love Eddie! Thank you for the request!

An Old Fashioned for the Live Wire

Part 2

synop: You were just hired as a new bartender for the Breaker Box. One of your bosses, Eddie is kind of an asshole, but part of you also kind of likes it. The two of you push and pull at each other, but when will it become too much? And should you even go after someone like him?

words: 7.4K

includes: eddiexfem!reader, age difference, boss/employee, drinking, choking, manhandling, smut, oral, dead parent mention.

a/n: This one is a bit on the tabooer side. Hope you enjoy! No minors!

Also, Volt will be getting his flowers too. Don't you worry your pretty heads.

Harsh summer sun beat against you as you made your way downtown. A job interview that you pretty much had in the bag was awaiting you at your destination. Just a few more blocks and the beginnings of a facial sunburn, you found yourself in front of a bar. Beside the door a familiar face stood tall. 

“Uncle Dorian!” You exclaim, running to embrace him. 

He gave an “oomph” of surprise followed by a deep chuckle before returning the embrace. 

“Thank you so much for this!” Chin on his chest, you looked up at him. 

“Of course, sweetheart. I’m always lookin’ out for you.” 

Pulling away, you smoothed down your dress. Dorian nodded at you and proceeded to open the door to the bar. 

Much to your chagrin, it was very hot and stuffy inside. Looking up you could see an AC unit, but it wasn’t running. You gave Dorian a confused look, and he sighed. 

“I can’t believe this place always keeps falling apart.”

“Oh same old Dorian, not understanding the character that is the Breaker Box.” A man with long stark white hair made his way over to you. 

“More like Broken Box…” You mumbled, earning a laugh from Dorian.  

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that. Considering our dear Dorian gave you quite the glowing review.” 

Your face grew red with embarrassment. This man was obviously one of the owners of the establishment. 

“I apologize. That was rude of me. May we start over?” You offered your hand and an apologetic look. 

“Oh I could never say ‘no’ to a face like yours.” He takes your hand and gives it a kiss. A spark sends shivers up your spine. 

“The name is Volt.”

From behind you comes a grumble. Dorian’s expression now formed into a stony one. He briskly walks up between you and Volt. 

“Now, I don’t want any funny business. My girl needs a job, that’s all.” He said lowly. 

Volt raises his hands in defense. 

“Apologies, Dorian. I did not mean to be so forward. There will be no funny business, I swear.” He gives you a wink. 

Across the bar you hear a scoff. You can’t make out where the sound came from till a head pops out from under the bar. 

A tanned man with shaggy dark hair appears, looking perturbed. His steely gaze moves between Volt and Dorian, then lands on you. You grow self-conscious, feeling as though you were being studied. Part of you wondered what he saw. 

“Ah! Eddie! How lovely of you to join us!” Volt looped an arm around your shoulder, ushering you to the bar. “This is…” He paused for you to give your name.

You said your name, offering out your hand over the bar. Eddie looked down at your hand, then back at your eyes. Raising his hands, you realized they were covered in grease. 

“Such a lovely name. She’ll be our new bartender.” Volt squeezed your body toward him, making you squeak. 

“Wait, I’ve got the job?” You were surprised, this was supposed to be an interview. 

“Of course, like I said, you received a glowing review. And we could do with someone like you around.” He released you from his hold, giving you a sultry once-over. 

“You’re hiring her without an interview?” Eddie asked gruffly. While it was a question, he seemed unsurprised at Volt’s decision. 

“ I must take my leave, now.” Ignoring the question, he gave you a curt nod before turning on his heel and striding up to Dorian. 

Over his shoulder Volt left a final remark.

“Oh, and Eddie, since you’re not busy, you can train her before tonight.”

Eddie let out an incredulous scoff, a look of disbelief on his face. His dark gaze flitted to you, to which you shrugged your shoulders. You didn’t ask for this either, and honestly would prefer otherwise. Being trained by a man that clearly held disdain for your existence didn’t seem like the grandest of times. 

“Not, busy…” He mumbled, before grabbing a towel. 

“Don’t worry, I should be good. You can continue with whatever you were doing.” You tried to ease the tension coming from him.

“Nice try, sweetheart. But you will be working.”

“I never said I wasn’t, you were just clearly in the middle of something.” 

“I know a person trying to get out of work when I see em’.” That coldness in his eyes sent an icy chill through you. 

“If you say so…” You pouted. 

Eddie washed his hands, grumbling to himself the entire time. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit the new girl. Even if you were attractive. Wait, what was that? The man gave you a once-over. Taking in your pretty face and curves. Yeah, you were quite the looker, but that was beside the point. You were also clearly used to having everything handed to you. Dorian helped you get the job, and Volt gladly gave into it because of your looks. Tale as old as time. Hopefully you were at least competent at learning the ropes. 

“Alright, let’s teach you some of the basics.” 

From behind the bar he pulled out a shaker and jigger, pointedly setting them down on the counter. It almost made you roll your eyes, but you decided to play along. See how far this would go. 

“Do you have any bartending experience? And I’m not talking about making yourself a gin and tonic, I mean actual experience.” He spoke to you gruffly.

Wow, he was kind of an asshole. Regardless, this could be entertaining. Lord knows you needed something interesting to handle. 

“Sweetheart, I’m headin’ out.” Dorian walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Okay! Eddie is gonna teach me the basics of bartending!” You said, a sickly sweet smile on your face. 

Dorian gave you a confused look, opening his mouth to say something, then catching the look in your eyes. Deciding instead to keep his mouth shut. 

“I hope that goes well. Don’t cause too much trouble.” He planted a kiss on your cheek and you returned one to his before he headed out of the bar.

“Looks like it’s just us now.” Eddie sighed out. 

Gazing around the club, you realized Volt had vanished. Likely in a different room, leaving you alone with a man who did not want to be here. Whatever, you would just trudge on through this “training”. 

“Show me what you got.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. Face watching him expectantly. 

“Right, one of our more popular drinks is a Moscow Mule.” He spoke patronizingly to you. Now, that did irritate you. 

He spotted that irritation as your eyebrow twitched. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked. 

“Everything is perfectly fine. Please, continue.” You waved at him to keep going. “Though I do know what a Moscow Mule is, and how to make it.” 

“Good for you.” He said sarcastically.

“What’s your problem, man?” Alright, this was getting a bit TOO annoying. 

“I don’t have a problem.” He said quickly, a calculated gaze steady on you.

“Clearly, you do. Despite the fact that we just met, you have some issue with me.” Your jaw clenched in frustration.

“I don’t have any issues with you.” The statement was somewhat true, but there was something he wasn’t saying. “I just prefer that Volt not hire a nepo baby without consulting me as well.” 

“Nepo baby?” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah, Dorian got you the job. You didn’t even need an interview for it. Therefore, nepo baby.”

“Dorian helped me find the job, my skills ultimately got me the position.” You jabbed a finger in his face with a snarl. 

“Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” He rolled his eyes at you. 

Grumbling, you made your way behind the bar. 

“Ugh, whatever…” 

Standing very very close to the man. With a wave of your hand you motioned for him to continue. A glare emblazoned on your face, complimented by a cute pout. Eddie’s eyes flitted to your stuck out lip, then back to your eyes. Thankfully, you hadn’t noticed the involuntary action. 

“Well, are you going to show me how to make a Moscow Mule or not?” You pressed, poking him in the arm with a harsh jab.

“Hey! Jeez, let me get to it.” 

I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here… His mind droned on. 

The man took out a copper mug, then quickly poured vodka, and lime, adding ginger beer in the end. With a little flare, he put a mint garnish on the side.

“Voila.” 

You gave faux applause, lips pressed into a thin smile.

“How impressive.”

“Look, I said I’m showing you the basics.” He sighed.

“And you’re doing a wonderful job.” You said through gritted teeth. 

“And it looks like I won’t have to continue anymore.” Eddie let out a sigh of relief. 

Entering the front door was a woman with bright ginger hair. When she looked over to the bar, a bright smile lit up her face. 

“Oh finally! Volt said he had hired a new person!” The woman strode over, offering her hand over the bar. “Name’s Beverly, but you can call me Bev!” 

You took her hand, giving it a nice firm shake. Taking the time to give her your name as well.

“Pretty! Well, I can’t wait to work with you!”

“Lucky for you, that starts now.” Eddie said, waving you two off and walking toward the back of the club.

When you could no longer hear his footsteps, you turned to Beverly. Frustration knitting at your brows. 

“What the fuck is that guy’s problem?” You asked, exasperated.

“Eddie?” She bit her lip. “He’s a bit closed off, I’d say.” 

“Doesn’t give him the right to be an asshole.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Oh, Volt didn’t talk to him about you, did he?” 

“From what I could tell, no. Then Volt left me in the man’s care.” 

Beverly let out a low hiss, her face cringing at the awkward scenario you just shared. 

“Well, you’re with me now! So we can enjoy our time getting to know each other, and I can teach you the ropes.” 

“I only need to learn how to use the register.” You said bluntly.

“Really? Cause I overheard Eddie about the basic-” You cut her off.

“I was only amusing myself with that. I’m a fairly good mixologist.” 

“Is that so?” She seemed unconvinced. “Why don’t you show me what you got?”

“Sure thing, whatcha thinking?”

Tapping her chin, she tried thinking up some drinks to have you make. After a moment, she perked back up with a smile.

“Alright, I’ve got three. Gin Sour, Paper Plane, and Sazerac. Think you can handle those?” 

“As long as you’ve got the ingredients, I can make them.” You cracked your knuckles, preparing yourself. 

“I also want you to make them as fast as possible.” 

You bit your lip with worry. That gin sour she requested would take a bit, but you had a feeling she knew that. Regardless, you would do your best. 

Bev gave you free reign of the bar. In the fridge you found a carton of egg whites along with fresh lemons. Into a shaker you added the ingredients, then began the semi-long process of dry shaking. Shaking something for a max of twenty-seconds might not seem like a large task, but if you had a dozen other orders, it could cause issues. Still, in order to make the drink properly, you had to follow the proper steps. Eventually you poured the drink out, even adding a lemon peel as garnish. 

Pushing the drink to Bev, she grabbed it and took a sip. A content smile on her face.

“Good, now the Paper Plane.”

Spotting the Aperol, you plucked that from a shelf. As you made your way around the other liquors, you kept your eye out for paper or a napkin. Out of the corner of your eye you noted some sticky notes. Bingo. 

Quickly you added all of the ingredients into the shaker and went to work. Straining the drink out into a coupe glass, then quickly making a paper plane out of a sticky note for garnish. 

Bev took the drink, grabbing the plane and throwing it in your direction. It spun in the air before nose diving straight down. Both of you chuckled at the sad display. Bev had a sip, nodding and looking at you.

“Pretty good, but ease up on the lemon a bit.” You nodded, noting her advice for later. 

“Alright, time for the Sazerac.”

You grabbed an Old Fashioned glass, then searched for some Absinthe. Trailing over the liquor bottles you couldn’t see it. Trying other cabinets, you couldn’t find any there either. You gave Bev a confused look.

“Where’s the Absinthe?” 

“Oh, we don’t typically carry it.”

“Really? But you guys specialize in craft cocktails?” 

She shrugged her shoulders then waved you on to continue. Turning back to the liquor bottles, your eyes landed on one that could work. Plucking the Herbsaint from the back, you spotted Bev giving a slight nod. You gave the glass a good wash, then moved onto crafting the rest of the drink. Stirring cognac, simple syrup, and bitters together. 

Again, Bev tried your drink. A pleased smile on her face after she set it down. 

“Very good.” From behind her, she pulled out a bottle of Absinthe. An amused smirk on her face at the reveal.

“You were testing me.” You chuckled.

“I certainly was, and you certainly passed. You really were pulling on Eddie's leg.” 

You shrugged.

“Guilty.” 

“Don’t be too hard on him.” Beverly paused, letting out a long sigh. “He’s got a lot on his plate.” 

You spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for opening. Cutting lemons, and dumping ice. Beverly showed you how the register worked, and you were good to go for the night. 

As it was the middle of the week, you weren’t expecting a large crowd. Though you wouldn’t be facing the busiest time of the night since you started your shift early. You felt a little bad leaving Bev alone, but you were feeling exhausted. 

The end of your shift neared closer, and a familiar face returned to the front of house. You could see grease stains on his clothes. Eddie plopped himself down at the bar, watching you and Bev converse during a lull period. Clearing his throat, he caught your attention. Beverly waltzed over to him with a smile.

“Eddie! What can I getcha?” She said cheerily.

“Actually, could I get the new girl to make it?”

You and Bev shared a knowing look. 

“Sure thing, think you can handle it?” There was a slight teasing to her tone, you did your best not to smirk. Instead nodding.

“Of course.” You walked up to Eddie, face scrunching as you saw the state he was in. 

Extremely disheveled, sweaty, and fairly dirty. You wondered what exactly he was doing that brought him to look like this. 

“What will you have?” You asked.

He gave you a questioning look. Wondering why you were suddenly so confident. 

“I’ll take an Old Fashioned.” 

Grabbing a mixing glass, you plopped a sugar cube inside, followed by the other drink ingredients. You made sure to stir everything well. You poured it over a glass with a large ice cube in it, then slid it over to him. Turning around, you made yourself your own. 

Eddie waited till you were finished, head cocked in confusion. You returned to him, drink in hand. Then you offered your glass out to him, an amused look on your face. Eddie realized what you had done. 

“I see. Do you always like to play dumb?” He let out an airy chuckle, raising his glass to yours. 

“Only to  people who see me as dumb.” You clinked your glass against his and took a sip. 

Eddie followed, letting out a pleased hum at the taste of the drink. 

“I see why Volt didn’t need to interview you.” He pulled your glass out of your hand. “But that doesn’t mean you get to drink on the job.” 

You pulled the drink back.

“I’m off the clock now, and I get a free drink with the job.” You took another sip.

Walking around the bar, you sat beside the man. 

“Think I’m just a nepo baby now?”

He waved his hand in a “maybe” motion, to which you scoffed at.

“Dorian still did have some sway in Volt’s decision. He does provide us with our bouncers, after all.” 

Rolling your eyes, you finished your drink. 

“I’ll admit, Dorian was a foot in… well, the door. However, I still put the work in. He would never vouch for me if he wasn’t sure of it.”

Eddie shrugged and nodded.

“I suppose, but I know he’s sweet on you.” 

“Ugh, don’t make it sound like he’s in love with me.” You scrunched your face up in disgust. “He’s my father. Adoptive father.” 

“Adoptive father that you call, ‘uncle’?” 

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a long story.”

“Fair enough.” 

That took you aback. People tended to be a bit more curious about your relationship with Dorian. The fact that Eddie just left the conversation as is had made you a bit irritated. Eye twitching before you shook your head. 

“Whatever.” You lifted yourself off the bar with a groan. “Well, I’m heading out. Have a goodnight, Bev!” You waved, and walked away. Paying no mind to Eddie. 

He watched as you left, eyes drawn to the sway of your hips as you headed out of the club. Finding himself a bit transfixed to the way your body moved.

“Smooth, Casanova.” Bev said as she dried glasses.

Eddie gave her a confused look, pointing at himself. She nodded, then motioned her head to the door. 

“I’m not into a brat seven years my junior.” He said, finishing his drink.

At that, Beverly raised a brow. 

“Sure, hon.” 

The next shift, you came in at a much later time. Entering the club, you greeted Beverly with a wave. Volt was present for your arrival. Once again, upping the charm as he greeted. 

“How lovely to see you.”

“I work here now, it’s kind of expected.” You shrugged.

You heard a scoff from the stage. Crouched behind one of the speakers, Eddie was working with some wires within it. 

“I can leave, let you guys deal with your one bartender.” You threatened, making Volt audibly gulp.

“Now, let’s not be too rash.” He glared over at Eddie. “He just hasn’t gotten enough rest, have you?” Eddie matched his glare.

“I’ve gotten plenty.” He turned back to the speaker. 

“Whatever.” You said, turning to the bar. 

The rest of the night was uneventful. The Breaker Box had a one man band crooning like Elvis Presley for the live entertainment. While he certainly wasn’t the best, it was at least somewhat entertaining to watch on the slow night. 

As you worked the bar, you couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes on you. Every time you looked around, you couldn’t spot who it was that would be making you feel that way. There was a sneaking part of you that believed your dark haired asshole of a boss might have something to do with it. Occasionally catching his face just turning away as your eyes scanned the bar. He appeared to be working on some small electrical panel in the back corner of the room.

The night winded down, and Eddie left his work to come up to the bar. You made him the Jack and Coke he requested, sliding it to a very disheveled looking man when you were done. Seemed like going ragged was a common occurrence for Eddie. 

“So what exactly is your job here? Besides telling me what to do.” You asked as you wiped down the bar in front of him.

“I fix things.” His cold stare looked at you over the glass.

“That’s it?” 

He slugged back the rest of his drink and sighed. 

“Yes, that’s it. Any more questions, sweetheart?” He asked sarcastically.

“No, I’m not too curious about your going ons.” You turned away from him, smirking as you heard him grumble.

“You know what, I’ll have you stay after close. I’ve got something I need help with.” He said lowly.

“What?” You whipped around to face him.

“You. Stay. After. Close. Kapeesh?” 

“My shift is over after two.” 

“And I have the ability to fire you.” 

Clenching your fists, you willed yourself to calm the angry energy growing within you.

“Fine.” You hissed. 

Eddie gave you a smug smirk, nodding at your response with approval. When he turned his back, you stuck your tongue out at him. While you were annoyed at him for making you stay late, there was an odd curious part of you buzzing. 

Perhaps you needed to admit it to yourself. Even though you barely knew the guy, Eddie was hot. And maybe there was another part of you that enjoyed the push and pull you had already developed with the man. Something that made you feel like a school girl kicking her feet and twirling her hair. 

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts away. No, you shouldn’t think of your boss like that. While it wasn’t technically illegal, he was fairly older than you. Not to mention the inherent power imbalance of him being your boss. Yeah, this one would just have to remain a taboo fantasy. 

Closing time came, and Beverly left you with a wave goodbye. Volt also made his way out of the building. Before leaving he spotted you waiting at the bar.

“Do you need someone to take you home?” He gave you a concerned look.

“Nah, Eddie asked me to stay after close to help him with something.” 

“Is that so?” Volt looked over at the spot Eddie was sitting at, narrowing his eyes at the man. 

“Yeah. Not ideal, but he is my boss too.” 

“I suppose.” Volt shrugged on his long coat. “Don’t stay too late.” 

“You got it!” You saluted Volt, who smiled politely at the action. 

Now you were alone with Eddie. Thick tension was growing in the air around you. Making your way from behind the bar, you walked up to Eddie. He was still working on the electrical panel. Eyeing you up and down, he waved at you to take the seat in front of him. 

It felt like forever before he finally spoke as you were left twiddling your thumbs in awkward silence. 

“I’m almost done.” He said gruffly.

“Cool, cause I’d like to go home soon.”

“I’m sure you do.” He didn’t look at you.

“Whatever.” You huffed.

The man stopped what he was doing, setting the panel and tools down. He pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose.

“You do that quite often.”

“What?” You were confused.

“‘Whatever’. You say it whenever you wish to push past an uncomfortable conversation.” 

“What are you, a therapist?” 

“More like an observer.” He shrugged nonchalantly and returned to his work. 

“Perhaps you could observe the fact that I am exhausted.” You grumbled.

“Noted.” 

“Ugh, whatever.” You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment at the words.

“There it is again.” He chuckled lowly. The sound shooting straight to your groin.

“Do you really need my help tonight, or did you just keep me to hold me hostage in a nonexistent conversation?” 

“I do need help, but I think you can have just a bit more patience.” He pinched his fingers together to emphasize his point. 

“Just tell me what I need to do to get the job done.”

He looked up at you, but didn’t give an answer. You grumbled again, huffing and crossing your arms. This man! 

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Eddie seemed to be pleased with the progress he had made on the panel. Pushing up from the table, he stretched out. Cracking his back and revealing the lower part of his stomach. A dark line of a happy trail peeking out. Quickly you averted your eyes, but not before Eddie caught you. He decided to keep it to himself though, only revealing his thoughts with a coy smirk that had your face burning. 

“Alright, let’s get some bulbs changed out.”

He walked over to a storage closet, pulling out a very rickety looking ladder. 

“See why I need help?”

“Someone to hold the death trap that looks like a ladder?” Your eyes widened with concern.

“Oh, no. I won’t be stepping on this thing.” He chuckled watching your face drop. “I’ll be the one holding it.”

“Like that makes me feel better.” 

“Let’s just get this done, live wire.” He smirked again. 

He walked over to the stage, setting the ladder up. Holding it down, he motioned for you to come over and climb. Looking over yourself, you realized you were wearing a dress, and only had your panties on underneath. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to be the one that climbs?” You did your best to act sweetly, batting your lashes at him.

“I already told you, I’m holding. Now, c’mon. The faster you get up there, the faster this gets done. 

“It’s just, I’m wearing a dress.” You clenched the fabric in your hands nervously. “So?”

“So, you’d be able to see up it!” Your face turned red.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not lookin’.” For emphasis, he faced down. Dark hair flopping with his head. “Don’t forget to grab the bulbs.”

Tapping your foot in irritation, you gave a grunt of defeat. You leaned down to grab a box of bulbs. 

“Fine.” You walked up to the ladder. “You better keep your head down.”

“As you wish.” 

Rolling your eyes, you began your ascent up the ladder. Praying the man beneath you would not look up. When you made it to the top, you reached up. Thankfully the bulb in the light wasn’t too far away. You unscrewed the bulb, but as you were pulling it out of the fixture a small spark hit your hand.

“Fuck!” You yelped. 

From below, Eddie looked up just in time. Seeing you wobble and fall off of the ladder. Quickly, he managed to catch you with a grunt. In his arms you stared at him, wide eyed.

“Are you okay?” He breathed out in relief that he caught you.

Slowly you nodded, then looked at your hand. Your pointer finger turning red with a burn. 

“Shit. Did you get shocked?”

“I think so.” 

“Fuck, the lights aren’t supposed to be hot. I swear to god if the wiring was messed with again…” He paused, realizing that you were still in his arms and injured. 

Slowly, he let you down to your feet. Then he grabbed your hand to inspect it. It looked like it was just your finger that was injured. He sucked back an annoyed groan. This wasn’t your fault. It was the fault of the OSHA violating idiots that had owned the place before he and Volt took it over. And now those issues had injured someone. If Dorian found out…

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly. The tender tone of your voice catching him off guard.

“Uh, yeah. The most I did was pull my back.” He stretched his arms up. “Better than having you break yours though.” 

“Yeah.” You were staring at him awestruck. Perhaps saving you was the bare minimum, but the action had you smitten regardless. 

“You good?” He was concerned at the look on your face. Did you get fully shocked?

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Shaking your head you pushed the thoughts of him away. 

“Good, good. Let’s get you patched up and heading home.” 

Eddie grabbed hold of your unharmed hand, sending a shock through you. Oh no. He pulled you to the back office. Rummaging around, he managed to find the first aid kit. Inside he spotted some burn cream and bandages. He took your finger, spreading some cream around the burn. A cooling sensation hit the spot immediately, making you sigh. Tenderly, he wrapped a bandage around your finger. Making sure it wasn’t too tight. When he was done he brought it to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. An unconscious movement, as if it was something he needed to do.

The action made your face flare red. Eddie’s cheeks became ruddy as well. Unsure of why he did that. 

Looking up at you had his face flushing harder. 

“Uh, a kiss makes it better. Right?” He tried to deflect. 

“I-I guess.” Shaking your head, you narrowed your eyes, questioning his motives. “It’s just not something that I would expect from a guy who’s been an asshole to me.”

“Asshole?” He let out an airy chuckle.

“Yes, asshole.”

“Newsflash, live wire; you’re no angel either.”

“Whatever.” You grumbled.

“See! You and your ‘whatevers’.” 

“I don’t understand why it’s a problem.” You practically spat. 

“Frankly, it’s a bit disrespectful.” 

“Oh I’m sorry, I guess I should respect my elders, shouldn’t I?” You said sarcastically.

He yanked you toward him, nose to nose. You hadn’t realized he still had a grip on your hand.

“Yeah, a brat like you should.” He practically growled. 

The close proximity had your face flushing again. Unconsciously, your thighs clenched. Eddie smirked at the action. Licking his lips as he looked back at you. Your eyes were wide, body shivering at the close proximity. You attempted to regain your composure.

“I-I’m not a brat.”

“Of course you would think that. You’ve gotten everything handed to you. Bet you think you deserve it all.” 

You scowled, lip in a pout. One that Eddie realized he desperately wanted to kiss and bite. Fuck, this was… electrifying. Something he hadn’t experienced in years. Was it wrong to go after his subordinate? Maybe. Did he want to? Absolutely.

“I said, I’m not a brat.” You tried yanking your arm back. 

Eddie tutted, keeping you locked with him.

“WHATEVER, princess. I’m sure you can go run off to uncle Dorian and be treated just right.”

 Looking at your eyes, he realized he might have gone too far. He let go of your hand, which you snatched back. Rubbing your wrist you turned away. You blinked away tears. 

You didn’t know why, but his words hurt.  

“I’m going home.” You said quietly. 

Oh shit. He knew he fucked up.

“The only reason Dorian treats me the way he does is because my dad is dead.” You still were faced away from Eddie.

“I didn’t…”

“I know.” You peeked over your shoulder at him. “But now you do.” 

You exited the office quickly, not turning back once. Eddie was left alone and miserable. Why did he feel the need to press you so much? He barely even knew you. And now, it’s likely he fucked up a good thing. 

You and Eddie avoided each other the next week. You couldn’t tell if you preferred that or not. Whenever you would cross paths, he’d do his best to exit the area as quickly as possible. You would do your best to make yourself invisible. Eventually, you couldn’t stand it though. 

The distance somehow made the man more enticing. Perhaps it was the fact that he gave you the space you clearly needed, or maybe it was something else entirely. 

While your last conversation with him hurt, you couldn’t get the man out of your mind. Was it inappropriate? Probably. Did you care? Not really. The moments before your outburst in the office had made you feel… things. Things you wished to explore further. Specifically with your boss. So after multiple days of avoidance, you decided to fuck with him.

It was a fairly busy shift, so you decided to have some fun. Popping one button of your shirt to give just a peek of your cleavage. With your patrons, you put on a bit of a show. Flirting with everyone. Making sure everyone got a good look at you. Complimenting whoever you could, making them blush at your words. Even teasing about giving your number out. 

Out of the corner of your eye you watched as Eddie made his way closer and closer to the bar throughout the night. When he reached you, he spoke lowly. Jaw clenched in frustration. Exactly what you wanted. 

“You’re staying after close. I’ll meet you in the office.” 

“As you wish, sir.” You said, your eyes growing dark. The look made Eddie shiver. 

He shouldn’t, but fuck, you were making it so difficult. He should have just continued to give you space, but he couldn’t help feel the same pull that you did. Something so enticing, all he needed was a taste. Just one, that’s all…

Eventually, the bar closed. You told Volt and Bev that you were asked to stay late again. While Bev paid no mind to it, Volt had given you a questioning look. Bright eyes trying to read you. When it seemed he couldn’t get a read, he shrugged his shoulders and headed home. 

When it was just you, you geared yourself up for your confrontation.

Making your way to the office, you shook off your nerves. Reaching the door, you gave two knocks. A muffled voice called out from the other side.

“Come in.” 

Behind the desk sat Eddie, his head perched on one hand. Eyes dark as he watched you enter the room. When you shut the door behind you, the man motioned for you to sit in front of him. He was trying to maintain a neutral expression, but you could see the tension in his jaw. Teeth clenched together in frustration.

“Did you have a good night?” He asked lowly. 

The way his gaze remained on you had you shuffling uncomfortably. Looking up, you gave him your best naive expression.

“I did, yes. Why do you ask?” 

“Do you think your behavior was appropriate for this establishment?” While his words maintained an air of professionalism, he practically growled them out.

“I don’t know what you mean? I was just being friendly with patrons.” You gave him a sweet smile, a knowing glint behind your eyes. “I apologize if anything came off as misconstrued.” 

“Oh come off it.” He scoffed, pressing his hands on the table and pushing himself up. He walked around the desk to you. Leaning against it, eyes steely and cold. 

“Again, I don’t know what you mean.” You batted your lashes at him, earning you another scoff.

He leaned down, hand reaching for your chin. Lifting your face to look directly at him, you had to swallow down a gasp.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you acting like a whore.” 

Sputtering at his words, you batted his hand away. You stood up, glowering at him. 

“Is that better or worse than a brat? Cause I think it shouldn’t matter how I act.” You huffed. “It’s a bar, decorum isn’t exactly a prerequisite to work here.”

His jaw clenched again. His eyes darted to the door, then he moved to turn the lock on the knob. The action made your eyes widen and heart race. 

Turning to you, he stalked up. Face now almost nose to nose with you.

“Do you want to know what I think?” The low timbre of his voice had you shivering. 

When you didn’t answer, he chuckled lowly. His hand returning to your chin, forcing you to face him. 

“Well?”

“W-what do you think?” You stuttered out, eyes locked with his.

“I think you need to be put in your place.” His hand moved to your throat, lightly squeezing the sides. 

He pulled you even closer, lips barely grazing yours. Sparks flew through you at the soft touch. 

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” He murmured against your lips. 

Taking the opportunity, you pressed your lips against his. A low groan escaped the man as he pressed his lips against yours, taking back control. His tongue pressed into your mouth, making you whimper. He tasted like whiskey. Hot, heady, and fucking delicious. 

Pulling away, he left his hand around your throat. A handsome smirk on his face as he took in your state. Disheveled, breathing hard, with your pupils blown wide out. Oh, he could get used to seeing you like this. 

Using the leverage on your neck, he maneuvered you back onto the desk. Placing himself between your legs, he pulled you in for another kiss. 

When he pulled away again, you managed to find your words.

“W-what…” You took in a shaky breath. “What exactly is my place?”

Nipping your lip, he groaned. 

“With me, as mine.” He looked over you possessively. “Say it.” 

Your face burned bright red, you almost shook your head. The look in his eyes had you deciding otherwise. 

“I’m yours.”

“Good.” 

With that, he pressed his lips against yours again. You whimpered into his mouth as his tongue tangled with yours once more. Oh, this was dangerously addicting. 

Clenching your thighs together, you tried to gain some friction. You could feel how wet you already were, and how you were burning with need.

Against your lips, you felt him smirk. A warm hand reached for one of your thighs, spreading it apart. He slowly trailed his hand up your thigh, making you shiver. Up your skirt his fingers reached your drenched panties. Hips jolting, you moaned against him. 

He groaned at the feeling, slipping his fingers under the fabric to gather some of your slick. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he held back a whimper at your taste. The dark gaze in his eyes had you shivering again. 

“You’re soaked. You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”

Embarrassed, you looked away and nodded. The hand around your throat gave a warning squeeze.

“No, tell me.”

“I’ve wanted this.” You breathed out.

“Prove it.”

Letting go of your throat, Eddie reached for the belt on his pants. Easily sliding it off and dropping it to the floor. Following his hands, your eyes widened at the very prominent bulge in his pants. Licking your lips, you clenched your thighs again.

He unbuttoned his pants, sliding them past his thighs. His boxers followed shortly afterward. His cock sprung out, a bead of precum at the tip. Oh, he was very large. A nice length with a lovely curve that you could already imagine inside you. 

“On your knees.” He commanded, to which you obliged. 

Shakily you slid off of the desk, and onto the hard floor of the office. His cock just inches from your face. Mouth watering, you gazed up at him. He smirked, pressing the tip against your lips. 

“Open.”

Opening your mouth, you let your tongue flop out slightly. Slowly, he slid his length into your awaiting mouth. The wet warmth made him groan. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he began to fuck into your mouth. Spit bubbled at the corner of your lips. With a thumb, he swiped it up. Watching him suck your spit off of his thumb had you whimpering around his length. Wetness was pooling into your panties as the man used you. 

“Fuck, look at you. You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?” All you could do was respond with a moan. 

With a pop he pulled out of your mouth. Using the hand on your hair, he tugged you back up. Turning you around, he forced you face down onto the desk. Flipping up your skirt, he groaned. Your panties were soaked through. He slid them off of you, exposing your pussy to the cool air. You whimpered at the feeling, then moaned as Eddie began to tease your sex with his cock. The tip sliding between your drenched lips, catching on your clit. 

“So fucking wet.” He groaned, staring at your pussy.

Slowly, he began to press into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling. Yeah, it had been a while for Eddie. Your tight wet heat had him shivering. His length was hitting all of the right spots within you. 

When he felt you were sufficiently ready, he started to thrust in and out of you. Obscene squelching sounds filled the room. Against the desk your moans were muffled as you were being fucked dumb. That wouldn’t do. Eddie grabbed your hair, pulling your head back. The action making you moan loudly. 

“That’s right.” He groaned in your ear, before leaving a trail of bites and kisses up your throat. 

At this angle, his cock was hitting that one perfect gummy spot within you. Every press inside makes you sputter out moans. A tightness was building up within your core. Pleasure coursing through you as you let the man use your body. 

“Mine.” He nipped at your ear. “Say it.”

“Y-yours, I’m yours!” You cried out.

“Damn right.” His thrusts grew faster.

Dexterous fingers trailed down your front. Hands cupping your breasts before trailing under your skirt. He began circling your clit as he continued to fuck you. Each press of his cock accompanied by sparks of pleasure from his fingers. 

In his arms you were an absolute mess. Mouth hung open as a stream of moans escaped you. Gaze glazed over, just taking everything the man gave you. Your wet heat twitched around him as you felt your orgasm building up to a peak. 

“Fuck, you’re close. Aren’t you, live wire?” The nickname had you whimpering. 

You nodded, letting out a long moan as his cock hit just the right spot within you.

“Why don’t you cum on my cock then, yeah?” His voice was ragged. You could tell he was nearing his end as well. Likely holding off till you finished on him. 

A perfectly placed swirl around your clit along with a thrust had you shattering. Screaming at the pure pleasure coursing through you. Clenching around Eddie had him following you. Stuttering out groans as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Hot ropes of cum filling you with a satisfying warmth. 

Both of you groan at the feeling of your orgasms subsiding. A warm hand cups your chin, turning your head back. His lips meet yours in a messy open-mouthed kiss. Your lips capture the overstimulated moans he lets out. 

While you both catch your breath, you feel his hands trailing over your back and sides. A surprisingly comforting action that has you sighing with content. You don’t see it, but a soft smile makes its way to his lips. 

Eventually, Eddie pulls out of you with a groan. Some of his spend trailing down your thigh. A sight he would memorize for… later purposes. Helping you up, he smooths down your skirt. The look in his eyes is soft now. 

He kisses you slowly, this time it's almost sweet. Like he didn’t just fuck you like a whore two minutes ago. When he pulls away, his eyes trail over your neck. He winces as he sees the bruises he littered over your throat. Guess it was time for turtleneck season, in the middle of summer. 

“Sorry about that.” He gives you an apologetic look.

“It’s alright.” You wave him off a satisfied smile on your face.

“Let’s getcha home, yeah?”

Nodding, you let him escort you back to your place. Both of you buzzing, wondering what comes next. 

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The next day, you show up to work clad in a stuffy turtleneck. Praying desperately that no one would notice your odd choice of outfit. 

As you prepare for the night, a large presence appears next to you. Looking up, you see Volt looking down on you expectantly. A smirk playing on his lips. 

“Have a good night?” He asked, smirk growing wider.

Your eyes widened. 

“Uh, yeah. I-I guess.”

“You guess?” He let out a dramatic sigh. “Did Eddie leave you dissatisfied?”

His words had you choking on your own spit. Sputtering and blushing, you stared at him in disbelief.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Really?” He reached for the collar of your turtleneck, pulling it down.

Clicking his tongue admonishingly, he gave you a knowing look. Brow raised, waiting for you to say something.

“I hit myself on something.” You covered up the spot on your neck. 

“So be it.” He placed a hand on his hip, enjoying the embarrassed blush that had reached your cheeks. “I’m just disappointed I wasn’t invited to the party is all.” 

Mouth agape, you watched as Volt strode off. Leaving you alone with a new aching between your thighs. 

[a99jazzybean]

Date Everything Masterlist

Here's Where All of My Date Everything Fics Are!

Chance

Crit Fail at Flirting, Success at Getting Laid ★ childhood friends to lovers ★ loss of virginity ★ (18+)

With the Taste of Your Lips... Part 1/ Part 2 ★ cumming untouched, kinda ★ kissing die ★ breeding kink ★ (18+)

Eddie Watts & Volt

An Old Fashioned for the Live Wire Part 1/ Part 2 ★ employee/boss ★ age difference ★ rough sex ★ (18+)

Dorian

Leaky Draft ★ angst/comfort ★ anxiety ★ panic attacks

Mateo Manta

In Your Warmth I Forget How Cold it Can Be ★ consensual somnophilia ★ (18+)

Beverly

On the House ★butch lesbian! reader ★ fluff ★ involves politics

[a99jazzybean]

Critical Fail at Flirting, Success at Getting Laid

synop: You've returned home after you latest semester at college and are meeting up with your childhood best friend, Chance. The two of you tiptoe around your feelings for each other, afraid of ruining your friendship. You learn some surprising information, but have to discuss it after your G&G session. Will-they-or-won't-they confess and fuck?

words: 6.7K

includes: chancexfem!reader, childhood friends to lovers, tickling, loss of virginity, oral, ttrgp gaming, fluff and smut

a/n: The Date Everything hyperfixation has begun. If you want more stories you can request them! This has smut! No minors!

“Honey I’m home!” You shouted as you entered your best friend’s home.

After over a decade of friendship, you were practically part of Chance’s family, thus you were able to go to and from his home whenever you pleased. 

Receiving no response, you walked into the house. Slipping your shoes off before padding into the kitchen that wafted the heavenly smell of freshly baked cookies. Said items were on a platter right on the island. Right as you snatched one, it was snatched out of your hand. Whipping around stood your bespeckled bestie with a smug smirk on his face.

“Chance!” You reached for the cookie, as he lifted it way above his head.

“Nuh uh! These are for game night.” 

You struggled to reach up, the cookie just out of your grasp. Plopping back onto your heels you stuck your tongue out at the man in front of you.

“Since when did you get so tall?”

“Since I had a growth spurt four years ago?” He huffed, then took a bite out of the cookie with a grin.

“Hey!”

“Since when did not seeing me for six months make you forget what I looked like?” He teased. 

“Oh, I could never forget a face like yours.” You pinched and wiggled his cheek like a fawning grandma.

“Glad to see you two are still the same.” A voice from behind you caught your attention. 

Chance’s mom shook her head with an amused smile then opened her arms as an invitation. Taking the opportunity you rushed into an embrace, appreciating the homely warmth the woman brought to you.

“Linda! Oh how I missed you!” You gave her a big squeeze. “You were really the person I came to see, I couldn’t go another day without your famous cookies.”

She gave an airy laugh at your dramatic antics.

“As much as I appreciate your fondness for my recipe, you’ll have to thank Chance today. He’s the one that baked him for you and your friends’ reunion.” 

Turning back to Chance, you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Oh so you made these delicious smelling goodies.” Quickly you snatched another cookie from the plate. “Then you shouldn’t mind if I check them for poison.” 

Chance gave you an incredulous look as you took a big chomp out of the treat. You gave a hum of approval then skipped away, waving to his mom.

“I’ll be upstairs. It’s so great to be back!”

Leaving Chance and his mom alone in the kitchen. The two of them shaking their heads with smiles. 

“I bet you’re happy she’s back.” His mom said knowingly. 

He gave her a look of warning.

“What? She’s your best friend. That’s all…” She gave him a wink, to which he rolled his eyes. 

Chance made his way upstairs to his room. Inside he found you getting comfortable, chilling on his bed. Belly down, with one of his comic books in hand. The sight made his heart swell, bringing back the memories of all of the good times you have had in the room. 

Looking over your shoulder you gave him a bright smile and patted the spot next to you. Joining you, he flopped onto his stomach pressed up against your side. Sighing, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Attention no longer on the comic in your hands. 

Turning to look at him, you felt your heart jolt. While you were always so used to being near him, it seemed that distance truly makes the heart grow fonder. Your affections for the man had been around for a long while, but you had managed to keep them under wraps to protect your friendship. Having been away for so long made you long for him. Both missing having your best friend close by and the person you had been yearning for. 

If you weren’t so stuck in your own head, you might have noticed Chance’s response to your close proximity. Heart racing and cheeks growing red. You weren’t the only one that believed you had an unrequited crush. While you both went away to different schools, he missed you desperately. Every chance he could, he took the opportunity to call you to chat into the late hours. Oftentimes finding you falling asleep on the other end, only making him wish he could be there beside you. But he couldn’t, lest your friendship be completely destroyed. So he did what he could to drown out the feelings. Only allowing himself to enjoy being your best friend and pushing away any thoughts of a budding romantic relationship out of his mind. 

“You doin’ alright?” Chance asked, worry furrowing his brow.

“Uh yeah.” You waved him off, hoping that the heat in your cheeks wasn’t developing into a blush. “Just surprised to see your ugly maw so close to me is all.” You teased. 

Immediately, you regretted the comment. Chance’s eyes grew dark and calculated, a mischievous smirk on his face. Looking down, you spotted his hands slowly creeping up toward you. Leaping up, you held up your arms in defense. 

“I-I mean, your beautiful, lovely maw. How I adore it so… pleasedonttickleme.” 

“It’s too late for pleas, my dear.” 

Yelping, you tried to hop out of the bed, but it was too late. The man had you pinned against the wall with no escape. Warm hands reached for your hips, tickling at your sides making you cackle out unwanted laughs. 

“Chance!” You screeched out, trying to push him away. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“Nuh uh! You’re not getting out of this that easily.” He managed to grab both of your hands, pinning you down onto the bed. The man straddled you, using his free hand to still tickle at your sides. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as involuntary laughs spilled out of you.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry!” You cried out, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You’re not ugly,” you gasped out more giggles, “No, you’re so handsome!”

“Ha, that’s better, continue, worm.” He paused tickling you, chuckling when you gave him a glare.

“Let me go!” You tried pulling your arms from his grip. He pressed harder against your wrists, pinning you down further.

“Keep apologizing, what else do you got?”

“You’re insufferable.” You spat.

Your eyes widened as his hand returned to your waist. Fingers not tickling you yet, but the threat was still there. Above you, Chance looked at you expectantly with a cocky smirk on his face. It had your face growing hot, realizing the compromising position you were in. Turning your face away, you willed your blush to subside. 

“Insufferably, attractive. Aphrodite herself blessed you with good looks.” You gave him a pleading smile. 

“I suppose that will suffice.” He released his grip and slid off of you. “Looks blessed from a god huh?” He cupped his chin with his hand giving you a dazzling smile. 

“I only said that to get you off of me.” You said, rubbing your wrists.

“Is that so?” He raised a brow at you.

“I-I mean, everything I said was honest and not because I didn’t want you to keep tickling me.” You gave him a sweet smile, batting your lashes at him. 

“That’s what I thought.”

It was cruel, Chance knowing your one weakness. Discovered when you were six years old after he poked you in the side, leaving you in a fit of giggles. The man used it to his advantage, getting you to cave to his whims. Though all in a friendly nature. He never actually used it to hurt you, which was appreciated.

“You’re so lucky you don’t get ticklish.” You groaned.

“Guess I’m just built different.” 

“Uhuh, sure…” You rolled your eyes jokingly. 

Standing from the bed, you stretched your arms up with a groan. Arching your back as you stretched out any kinks. The action allowing Chance’s eyes to trail over your body without you noticing. His gaze landed on the lovely globe of your ass. A secret guilty pleasure of his when you had started… developing. 

In high school you became quite the looker, and still maintained that now. Chance did his best to be polite, but he was just a man after all. A man whose best friend just so happened to be the hottest person alive, to him at least. 

Looking over your shoulder, you just barely missed him checking you out. A light blush dusting his cheeks as he felt you caught him. Giving him a confused look, you continued your conversation. 

“Speaking of being built different. When did you get so strong?” You couldn’t help feeling a bit hot and bothered at the strong hold he had you in earlier. 

“Oh, guess you noticed. I started lifting this year.” He flexed an arm. “It’s really helped me, mentally at least. Bonus is I’ve gotten in much better shape.” 

“Nice, cool, cool.” Your face was growing red again. 

Now that he had shared that information, you realized that his build was slightly different than you remembered. While he was still quite stout, you could tell his form was tighter. Bigger biceps stretching out the sleeves of his t-shirt and a strong chest peeking through the fabric. 

“Yeah, you, uh, look really good.” Snapping your mouth shut, you blushed furiously. You didn’t know why you said that. 

A blush bloomed on Chance’s face at your words. Rubbing his neck he chuckled awkwardly, unable to look at you.

“Thanks, you look good too?” He did not know how to do this.

“Anyways…” You decided to move this conversation elsewhere. “How was your last semester?”

Feeling a weight off his shoulders, Chance let out a sigh. 

“It was alright. Nothing crazy.”

“That’s all?”

“What do you mean?” He gave you a confused look.

“Just ‘nothing crazy’? What else? Make any new friends, enemies, lovers?” You waggled your brows at him.

“Haha. No lovers. No enemies either. I do have a group of folks that I played G&G with. They’re pretty cool.”

Draping an arm over your head you gasped dramatically.

“Folks that play G&G? Are you cheating on us?” You giggled, referring to your group of friends. 

Chance chuckled at your display, standing up and walking towards you. Grabbing your hands, he brought them to his chest. 

“Oh they mean nothing to me.” 

“So a side chick G&G campaign?” You giggled.

“If that’s what you want to call it, sure. Besides, I’m not even the GM. No one else hears my stories but you guys.”

“How charming.” You pulled your arms back, not noticing the flash of disappointment on Chance’s face. 

“What about you? Any friends, enemies, or lovers?” He almost didn’t want to know.

“I’ve got a fun group of friends. We hung out most weekends. I think they want to plan a summer meetup. I think you’d like them.” 

“I’m sure if you’re friends with them, I’d like them.” 

“And no real lovers.” 

“Real lovers?” He questioned.

“Yeah, a couple of flings. None of them good, if I’m being honest.” You scrunched your face at the thought of the piss-poor hookups you had during your last semester. 

The words slightly pierced Chance’s heart, but he didn’t let it get to him. By this point he was used to it. Hearing of your lackluster love life and your hopes to have something better. Doing his best not to come off as a “nice guy”, he avoided telling you how much better he could be. However, both of you knew that Chance would be better. It was just you did not want to ruin anything with him. At this point, Chance was so deeply intertwined with your life. Losing him was unimaginable. 

Trying to avoid talking about your love life, you examined the man’s room. Almost nothing had changed, until something new caught your eye. New books on his bookshelf. The man had impeccable taste in fiction, and you gladly borrowed from his ever-growing library. Trailing your fingers over the spines on the shelf, Chance had a sudden realization hit him. However, it was too late when you plucked one of the shiny new books from the shelf. You spotted some sticky pads sticking out of the side, then you read the cover.

“Wait not that…” 

Red bloomed on your face as you looked at the title. She’s the Man: Focus on Feminine Pleasure Before Men. 

Shaking off your brief embarrassment, you turned to Chance with a cheeky smile. His face was bright red, adorable. Waving the book teasingly you began to press.

“Didn’t take you to be one for non-fiction, Chance.”

He came up to you, plucking the book out of your hand. Sighing when he looked at the cover then back at you. Cheeky grin still plastered on your face. 

“It’s just…” He sighed, not knowing how to continue.

“Some light reading?” You plucked the book back from him. Flitting through the pages till you landed on a random bookmarked page. 

“The measure of a man is not that of his length or girth, but that of his willingness to please his partner. Whether it is through clitoral stimulation or penetration, how much work you are willing to do is what truly matters.” You grinned as you read it out loud, looking back up at Chance. His face appearing to be ten shades darker now. “That’s a sweet sentiment. Were you able to put it into practice?”

Again, he snatched the book back from you with a huff. 

“No, I haven’t.” He said quietly.

Now your interest was piqued.

“Is there someone you have in mind when you picked up this book?”

“Maybe.” 

“Who?”

“Do we really need to be discussing this?” His eyes pleaded with you, but it was too late for you to stop.

“Oh c’mon, Chance. I’m your best friend, and a pretty good wingman. If I do say so, myself. I bet we could get them with you in no time. I just need a name.” 

“I’m not telling.”

“Well, what’s the point in reading it if you can’t put it into practice?” You huffed, hands on your hips.

“I just want to be ready.” He gave you a sad look. “You’re the one that has told me, in a bit too much detail, how terrible your experiences have been. So…” He waved the book.

“You make it sound like you haven’t had any experience.” While you were pretty open about your relationship and sexual escapades, Chance was typically tight-lipped.

“I haven’t had any experience.” He let out a heavy sigh, clearly embarrassed. “I’m still a virgin.” 

Eyes widening, you couldn’t find a response. Before you could say anything, the doorbell rang. 

“That would be the crew.” He sighed again, giving you a sad look. “Let’s just forget this happened, kay?”

Nodding, you walked up to him giving him a tight hug. 

“All forgotten.” You did a zip-lip and throw-away-the-key motion, granting you a chuckle from the man. “Now, let's get our G&G on!” You pumped your fist. 

You and Chance headed downstairs to greet your friends. As soon as she saw you, Dasha immediately lifted you in a strong bear hug. You laughed, returning the embrace. 

“Look at you, it feels like years since I’ve seen you!” She gave you a squeeze before letting you down. 

“I’ve missed you too Dash.” 

Dasha was a transfer from Russia after her father got a job in the states. You and Chance were the first friends you managed to make when she had just moved in. The three of you discovered she had actually played G&G when she lived in Russia. All of you bonded over the game, giving Chance his first real campaign that wasn’t one-on-one with you. Ever since, you’ve remained close. 

Eventually others joined your posse. The cousins, Penelope and Jerry, and the wild-child, Parker. All of you a bit quirky in your own ways, but still making up the perfect G&G party. Now that you had all returned from college for the summer, Chance decided to continue where you left off in your campaign. 

“My love, you have returned!” Parker exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.

In Chance’s game your characters had a will-they-won’t-they romance that ended with Parker’s character confessing to yours when they thought they were going to die. 

“Oh, darling, how I’ve missed you so!” You returned the hug. 

Chance clenched his jaw at the display of affection. He knew that you and Parker only saw each other as friends, but couldn’t deny that there was a lot of chemistry when you played out your romance. Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts away. This was supposed to be a fun reunion. Not a time for him to wallow in jealousy. 

After all pleasantries were exchanged, your group headed to the basement. The space had been pretty much claimed by Chance. Outside of some storage and laundry machines, it was full of G&G stuff. The table was all set up with his GM screen at one end. It looked like his mom had been nice enough to have brought the snacks down before she left. 

Chance had mentioned that she would be out for the weekend, so he had the house to himself. So you and your crew could be as rowdy as you pleased.

Your GM got his computer set up, connecting the audio to a speaker. Conversations were suddenly hushed as tense music blared through a bluetooth speaker. Chance sat behind the screen, looking over you with a dark gaze. The game night had begun.

“Welcome back, dear travelers. I take it you all had a good break?” His voice was low, sending shivers up your spine.

All of you nodded, a bright smile on your face as you buzzed with excitement. 

“Good. But be warned, the world you are returning to is not for the fainthearted. Last time you had managed to defeat the plague demon army. However, in your haste to escape the dungeon, you forgot one thing.” 

“Shit,” Penelope said. Immediately she flipped through her notes, then gasped. Turning her journal around, she pointed to a note. 

Deep in the dungeon lies a stone. No one knows what it does, but it might be powerful. (Cryptic, but okay?)

You chuckled at her little side comment, but then dropped your smile when you realized that you had left a powerful artifact behind. 

“I’m assuming you have realized your mistake?” Chance chuckled darkly, fingers pressed under his chin. 

“The stone.” You said.

“Precisely.”

“No! What does it do?” Dasha exclaimed. 

“Patience, dear Aradove.” Chance always used your characters names when in GM mode. “You escape the dungeon, all of you having the sudden realization hit you. The stone was still inside. At first you think you might be able to go in, but the entrance crumbles before your eyes.”

“I use stone shape to stop it from collapsing!” Penelope exclaims. 

Chance tuts. 

“I won’t have you roll for it, it would be useless. As you stare at the remains of the entrance, the ground begins to rumble. You watch in terror as the earth before you splits in two.” Chance rolls some dice, sucking in a harsh breath. 

“All of you, but Olyra, manage to stay on the same side. Would you like to try anything?” He turns to you. 

Biting your lip, you concentrate. You were a rogue, so your agility was pretty high, but you had no idea what was within that crack. 

“How deep does it look?” You ask. 

“You glance below and see that where the earth has split has become a canyon filled with molten lava. If you fall, it’s game over.” Again, he chuckles darkly. 

“How far away is she? I can cast enhance ability to help you cross.” Parker chimed in, sweat formed on his brow at the suspense.

“You have to be touching her to cast the spell.” Penelope chimed in. 

“Shit.” Parker said under his breath, then he looked up at you. “You can do this Olyra, I believe in you.”

Nodding solemnly, you turned to Chance.

“I’m going to try and jump.” 

“Wait! You should be able to add your lover bonus with Parker, I mean Nicholas.” Jerry blurted out, clearly the most nervous out of all of you.

Chance huffed, then looked through his notes. Jerry was right, once you had got into a relationship with Nicholas, both of you received a bonus if you comforted or inspired each other. 

“Very well, you’ll be able to add plus two to your roll.” He waved his hand. 

Sucking in a breath, you shook your D20. Praying to the gods that you could pass this. All of you held your breath as the die clattered on the table. It landed on a 14. You added your bonuses.

“19 babee!” You exclaimed.

From behind the screen you heard Chance roll his own dice. 

“Nicholas’ words fill your soul and you gear up to rush across the split earth. Taking a running start, you leap right as your foot hits the ledge. It looks like you’re going to make it, but you are suddenly stopped mid-air. Yanking you back, something has grabbed the hood of your cloak. Looking behind you, you see lifting you into the sky, a large black dragon. Roll initiative.” 

Everyone at the table gasped at the reveal. You had to do your best to get out of the dragon’s grasp and not fall into the abyss. Penelope, Jerry, and Parker were able to hit the dragon the easiest as they were ranged fighters. You and Dasha had a rougher time getting hits in. 

Finally, Parker managed to severely wound the dragon’s wing, making it fall to the ground. With it finally in range, you and Dasha were able to bring in major damage to the beast. 

As you thought you were nearing the end of the battle, Chance came back with a new surprise. 

“The dragon isn’t looking too hot right now. A broken wing, bloody stump leg, and multiple stab wounds. Realizing how injured it is, it’s turned to its last resort. With a loud roar, you feel the ground rumble again. From the canyon, you see familiar creatures. More plague demons have arrived to aid the dragon.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Penelope exclaimed, her eyes flew over her spell sheet. Everyone was running low on health and spell slots. 

Suddenly, Parker’s face lit up with a smile.

“Bingo!” He scanned over his sheet. “The rod of mass healing!” 

“Yes!” Chance exclaimed, giddy at the realization.

“I pull out the rod, reading the runes along it. Healing the team by…” He rolled some dice. “45 hp!” 

“And 45 hp is syphoned off of the dragon!” Chance was grinning from ear to ear, so excited that Parker had finally used the rod. An item that was given to him ages ago that he kept forgetting to use.

“The dragon is really not doing well. You see its breathing has become extremely labored. Olyra, it’s your turn.”

“Since I’ve hidden as my bonus action last round I can use my sneak attack. I’m taking my rapier of speed and going for a jab.” You roll your D20 and add your bonuses. “Twenty-five!”

“That’s a hit, how do you want to do this?”

You gave a loud cheer, pumping your fist in the air.

“I race around the dragon, rapier in hand. Dodging the demons left and right, my eyes on my target. The soft spot right under its chin. Sliding under the dragon’s neck, I take my rapier and jab it right into its throat.” 

The rest of the party cheered with you. Chance smiled, loving the joy on your face. His gaze filled with adoration, a look that you caught when your eyes met. 

“With the final stab, the dragon slumps forward. Claws reaching for its throat as blood spurts out of it. It breathes a last breath then goes limp. All of the demons suddenly vanish, and the earth closes back up. Congratulations, you killed the dragon.” 

Your party members give you a round of applause. Dramatically you bow as they give you praise.

“Oh thank you, thank you. It was nothing.” 

After the session your group spent another hour together catching up. You and Dasha were chilling on the couch together. Talking about your studies and looking ahead to the next semester.

“So now that you’re back, are you going to actually talk to lover boy about how you feel?” Dasha asked you pointedly, eyeing Chance.

“Dasha!” You hissed. “Keep it down. And no, you know how I feel about doing that.”

She was the only person you had confided in about your feelings for Chance. 

“My dear friend, you do not know unless you try. Yes?” Her Russian accent adding a lilt to the question. 

“Oh you do not get to say that, hypocrite.” You jabbed back.

“Hypocrite? Who? Not I?” She chuckled awkwardly, pink dusting her cheeks.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked Able out for you?” 

She gave you a chilling glare, jabbing a finger in your face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Try me, Dash.” 

“You’re having quite the intense conversation!” A bubbly voice grabbed both your attention.

Parker plopped beside you on the couch, a boyish smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Whatcha talkin’ bout?” He leaned toward you.

From across the room, Chance saw as Parker cozied up to you. Feeling jealousy bubble up within him again as his jaw tightened. 

“Excuse me.” He nodded at Jerry and Penelope before striding over to where you were sitting. 

The jealousy grew stronger when he realized that you were blushing at whatever Parker had just said. Chance’s appearance drew your attention forward. The man loomed over you, a look of irritation on his face. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Chance did his best to appear friendly.

“Oh, our friend here has a crush on someone, but she’s too chicken shit to ask them out!” Parker nudged you with a chuckle.

“Parker…” You warned, shoving him away.

Chance huffed, shaking his head.

“And you were giving me shit earlier about my relationship woes.”

“Oh, do you have someone you’re interested in?” Dasha asked, a smile growing on her face as she realized the tension between you and Chance.

“Uh, well, not exactly…” Chance was taken aback. 

“Really?” Dasha pressed.

“Alright, this conversation is over.” Chance pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t we all go home and get some rest, eh?” 

“Very well, keep your secrets.” Dasha pushed up from the seat, then placed a hand on Chance’s shoulder. “Though, I think you should go for it.” With a wink, she walked off and headed home. 

Everyone else dispersed leaving you and Chance alone. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air. 

“Are you heading out?” He asked softly.

You gave him a confused look.

“Obviously not. I haven’t seen you in ages dude, and we always sleep over after a session.” You hopped out of your seat. 

“You sure you want to spend the night?” He couldn’t help but feel the jealousy return. 

“Yes. I’m confused. Do you not want me to stay?” 

“No, I just thought maybe you would prefer someone else’s company tonight.” The look in his eyes was cold, taking you aback. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh c’mon, I see how you act with Parker!” He immediately regretted the words when he saw the hurt on your face. It quickly turned to irritation. 

“Parker? Seriously?” You let out an incredulous laugh.

Instead of stopping, Chance dug his heels in. 

“I see how you act around him, flirting and blushing.” 

“We’re playing pretend, Chance!” You were getting very irritated now. “And besides, why would it matter to you?”

“Because…” He stopped himself. “Nevermind.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Your voice wavered.

“Just go home.” He said your name quietly.

“No. Chance, what is going on? You’ve honestly been off all day. Did I push you too hard?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” He couldn’t look at you, knowing that you would be giving him that sweet concerned face.

“Then what is it?”

Fine, you wanted the truth. He would give it to you. Looking up, he steeled his resolve as he met your gaze. Heart jolting at the way it looked like you were about to cry.

“I love you.” 

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. Brain short circuiting at his words. 

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” He sighed. “And I know you like someone else, but I just needed to tell you.” 

You let out a soft laugh.

“Chance, what makes you think I like someone else?”

Realization dawned on him, his mouth hung open in awe. There was no way…

“I couldn’t imagine..” You stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid.” You looked down shaking your head. 

“You’re not stupid.” 

“I don’t know, I think being secretly in love with the guy in love with me is kind of stupid.” 

Your words struck his heart, making him tear up. A warm hand cupped your face, pulling you to face him. He pressed his lips to yours. Eyes fluttering shut, you pressed a kiss back. Your hands reached around his neck. Softly, you flicked your tongue over his bottom lip. He groaned into your mouth, allowing your tongue to tangle with his. 

When you pulled away, your eyes met his. Both of your gazes sparkling with adoration. He pulled you to him, pressing his forehead against yours. A soft smile playing on his lips. 

“What now?” He asked quietly.

Biting your lip, you gave him a mischievous look. 

“We could put what you learned from that book to the test?” You asked coyly.

“Seriously?” He gave you a wide eyed look of surprise.

“Seriously.” You pressed another kiss to his lips before grabbing his hand and rushing upstairs. 

Bursting into his room, Chance found your hands all over him. Fingers curling through his hair and you pressed deep kisses against him. Pushing him against a wall, your lips trailed up his neck. A whimper escaped his mouth. 

No one had ever made him feel this good, and he did not want it to stop. 

Nibbling at his ear sent shivers down his spine. Hot breath tickled at him as you whispered.

“Let me know if it’s too much.” 

Pulling away he gave you a serious look.

“With you, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” Red painted his cheeks. “You’re perfect.”

Your heart stuttered. Using the pause, Chance decided to take over. Flipping you around to press your back against the wall. His lips found their way to your neck. Trailing up softly, making you shiver and whine. The sound made him groan. 

“You sound so sexy.” He huffed against your lips before kissing you again. 

Eventually, you found yourselves on his bed. Your thighs straddling him as his hands trailed over your body. Every so often you felt him slightly push them right under the hem of your shirt. Pushing off of him, you pulled your shirt off. Smirking at the awestruck look on his face at the action. 

“Your turn, hot stuff.” You pointed to his shirt. 

He leaned up, reaching for the hem of his shirt. As he lifted it over his head, you let out a small whine. Fuck he was hot. A sculpted chest and arms with just a peek of abs, but there was still that bit of softness that you loved about him. You didn’t say anything as you looked over him, making Chance nervous.

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s more than okay.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re perfect.”

He blushed at your comment, then pulled you against his chest as you kissed. His hands fumbled at your bra clasps, so with a swift motion, you pulled it off. Throwing it to the floor, you sat back up to give him a full view. 

“Can I touch you?” He asked, to which you nodded. 

His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs trailing over your nipples making you jump. You let out a soft moan as he teased them. 

“So soft…” He said to himself. 

Pulling himself up he shifted you onto his lap. He gave you a deep kiss as he continued to tease at your nipples. Deciding to experiment, he pinched his fingers together. The action eliciting a yelp of surprise followed by a whimper of pleasure. His lips trailed down till he reached your breasts. Looking up, his eyes asked for permission. When you nodded, his lips latched onto one of your nipples making you cry out. 

Beneath you, you could feel the tent growing in Chance’s pants. One of your hands trailed down his sculpted chest till it reached the bulge. You gave a soft squeeze, making Chance moan. His hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Soft eyes giving you a pleading look.

“P-please don’t. I’m not sure I’ll last long if you do that.”

You nodded and gave him a kiss. 

“So, do you actually want me to try what I’ve learned?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, if you want to.”

“Oh I very much do.” He nodded enthusiastically, making you giggle. 

“What have you learned? Or I guess what things have you learned that you want to do?” 

“Pretty much everything, but that would take awhile.” He paused, thinking. Finger tapping his chin, then he smiled. “Could I eat you out? I bet you taste so good.” 

That had you blushing. You nodded, slipping off of him. Before you could start taking your pants off he stopped you.

“Actually, could I take them off?”

“Of course.” You laid back.

He popped the button of your pants, then slowly pulled them off. Letting out a hiss as he saw the lacy pair of panties you had on. Tentatively, he brought a hand to your core. Groaning as he felt how wet the fabric was. 

“You’re already soaked…” He said in awe.

His fingers pet you over your panties, making you squirm. You let out a frustrated huff, wishing for more friction.

“Chance…” You whined.

He gave you a smirk, obliging in your wants. Pulling your panties down and moaning as he watched a string of your slick snap between your pussy and the fabric. Large thick fingers trailed over your sex making you moan. He dipped a finger between your folds then brought it to his lips. The taste made him let out a delicious moan. 

“I was right, you taste amazing.”

With that, he moved to the edge of the bed. Spreading your thighs and pulling you toward his face. The scent of your sex made his mouth water. He so desperately needed to taste more of you. Without a second thought, he dove in. Tongue sliding through your folds, and meeting your clit. A burst of pleasure rushing through you. Flicking his tongue in circles around your clit had your body jolting. 

Oh that book really did teach him…

His eyes watched your response to his ministrations, cataloguing every jolt and twitch his mouth and tongue brought you. Moving from your clit, he dragged his tongue through your folds. Lapping up your slick with a deep groan. 

Faster than you expected, you could feel a familiar heat burning in your belly. As he continued to lick at you, your moans grew louder and louder. The pleasure building more and more. If he could hear you moan like that all the time, Chance would die a happy man. 

All of his focus was bringing you absolute bliss. And bliss did he bring. The heat continued to grow in your core. Little gasps and loud moans continued to escape you as his tongue memorized you. Tongue flattening then thinning to bring precise licks right to your clit. The fast speed bringing you closer to climax. 

“Chance… ah! I-I’m…” Your sentence ended in a moan as he groaned against you. 

“Please, cum for me.” 

His words sent you spiraling. With a cry, you came undone on his mouth. Your pussy gushing over his lips and chin. His tongue continued to lap at you as you spasmed. When your climax dissipated, he didn’t stop. Your thighs tried to close from the over stimulation, but strong arms pinned them apart. 

The man was pussy-drunk out of his mind. Desperately needing to please you more. All you could do was whimper and take it. Feeling another orgasm growing within you. Warm tongue continued to lap away between your folds. His lips occasionally catching around your clit and sucking, making you cry out. 

This time, your orgasm hit you like a train. Seemingly coming out of nowhere with a well placed lick to your clit. Your slick squirting out, spraying on his face dripping down his chin. He moaned at the feeling, then pulled away.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said, wiping his chin. 

He stood up, loving the sight of you shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. 

After a moment, you composed yourself. Shifting to your knees, your hands reached for his pants. This time your eyes were asking for permission. He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. Your fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then you pulled them down, gasping at the size of the bulge in his boxers. The other article joined his pants, revealing his very hard cock. 

It was about average size, but extremely girthy. You almost wondered if it would fit inside you, but decided that you wanted him regardless. Wrapping your hand around his length had him groaning. You gave him two pumps before he whimpered a warning at you. 

“Can I ride you?” You asked, eyes filled with want.

“Yes, please.” He breathed out. 

Both of you shuffled around on the bed, with you straddling the man. Before you could move he stopped you. 

“I-I just realized, I don’t have condoms.” His eyes were wide with concern.

“That’s okay. I’m clean and on the pill.” The way you said it so nonchalantly had him taken aback. You bit your lip, embarrassed. “Or we can stop and I can blow you.”

“N-no. I just want to be sure you’re cool with me going raw.” 

Leaning down you gave him a deep kiss, tongue tangling with his. 

“I am very cool with it.” 

With that, you slid your wet heat against his cock. The man below you groaning at the feeling. 

Everything hit him at once. This was happening. You were happening. He was about to have sex, with you, the woman he loves. His heart soared at the realization. 

Before his thoughts could race, they blanked out. You slid yourself down his length, groaning at the stretch. Yeah, he was big. Deliciously so.

Beneath you, Chance moaned loudly. Wet soft heat enveloping his cock, made him twitch inside you. There was no way he was going to last long. Already his balls were tightening, ready to release their load deep inside you. The thought had him shivering. 

“Am I good to move, Chance?” You asked softly. 

He responded with a nod. His warm hands landed on your hips. 

Slowly, you lifted up, then slid back down on his cock. As you built up the pace, all Chance could do was moan and whimper. Your own voice joining his as he hit the perfect spots within you. Your clit rubbing against his torso sending pleasure coursing through you. The softness of you walls moving against him was becoming too much. 

Just a few more slides against him had him gritting his teeth with a moan. Inside you felt warmth fill you as his cock twitched. Spurts of his cum filling you with a satisfying heat had you moaning. You could certainly get used to this. 

Falling back onto the bed, Chance caught his breath. His hands absentmindedly trailed over your torso and hips. 

“I’m sorry I finished so fast.” He gave you an apologetic look.

“Chance, you made me cum already. Twice, might I add.” You gave him a sweet smile that had his heart jolting. 

“Besides, there’s plenty more where that came from.” You purred against his lips before giving him a soft kiss.

“More? Really?” He seemed surprised.

“Of course, Chance. I told you, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled brightly at you.

“So, how was your first time?”

“I’d say, a critical success.” 

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Why Do We Keep Playing These Games? enemies to lovers ★ (18+)

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Midnight Snack Ch.1/ Ch.2 aphrodisiacs ★ (18+)

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High Enough drug use ★ high sex ★ (18+)

Viktor

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Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 13: A Real Date

Masterlist/ Prev. Ch

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

words: 4.3K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, fluff, first date, sexual references

a/n: Here's a bit of a fluffy chapter after all that smut. Enjoy!

That night you found yourself wide awake. Exhausted from the evening tryst, but somehow not sleepy. Surely your body was going to punish you for this brief insomnia. However, your mind was racing. 

While you had been fooling around with Jayce for a while now, his bet had changed things for you. It wasn’t just a regular attraction to the man anymore. He had managed to get you to truly want him. And it terrified you. 

Fucking Jayce couldn’t be a one-time thing for you, you realized. There was no dipping your toes in, no taste test. You weren’t a puritan by any means, but there was something about allowing him to be a part of your world like that that made you buzzing with both nerves and excitement. 

He would fuck you, that was obvious. However, you had a feeling the man would feel similarly when it came to the “casual” aspect of things. It couldn’t be, ever. There was no more casual with him. Sure, him making you cum a ton was fun. But full on intimacy like that? You could feel yourself get nauseous at the thought. A quiet groan escaping your lips. 

From behind you Jayce shuffled around. Strong arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you to his chest. Warm breath tickled your ear as he spoke over your shoulder. 

“What’s keeping you up?”

“You.” That’s all you would say.

“Care to explain?”

You shook your head side to side, holding your breath. As if allowing the air to escape would also make you confess everything to him. 

“That’s okay.” Disappointment was laced in his voice. “Just know that I’m here to listen.”

Slowly, you let out the breath you were holding through your nose. Turning around, you found yourself nose to nose with the man. Although he couldn’t see it, he could tell a blush had bloomed on your face. The awkward silence speaking for you.

“Thank you.” You said quietly.

Jayce leaned in, placing a soft kiss to your lips. A soft smile found its way to your lips. When he pulled back, he gave you a concerned look. Through the darkness you could barely make out the way his brows were furrowed.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“No. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.”

“And it’s stressing you out enough to keep you up?” You were a paradox to the man. 

He could make out your nod and chuckled lightly. Wrapping his arms around you again, he pulled you in. Placing a warm kiss to your forehead that had your heart swelling. 

“Again, I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk.”

“Okay.” 

With that you found your eyelids had finally become heavy. Laying your head on his chest you let yourself drift off into a pleasant rest. 

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“I have no words.” Mel was staring at you wide eyed. 

You had just told her of your week-long escapade with Jayce featuring Viktor. Clearly this development was unexpected to the woman. Yes, Jayce was attracted to you, that was obvious. The man using his bet to make you climax twelve times? Well, that was new.

She practically choked when you explained how Viktor had joined in on the fun. Brain short circuiting at the fact that you had basically lived out the plot to a porno. 

“Do you think I’m crazy?

She waved her hand in the ‘so-so’ motion. 

“I don’t think you’re not crazy?” She sighed. “Darling, I’m still processing the information you just spilled.”

“I think it’s pretty self explanatory, considering I told you everything in explicit detail.” You gave her a pointed look. “And I’ll add you did say ‘Tell me everything’.” 

“And I am somewhat regretting that statement.”

“Only somewhat?” 

She shrugged her shoulders, a coy smile playing on her lips. 

“Perv.” She rolled your eyes at you.

“As if you didn’t just tell me about how pretty much fucked your coworkers.”

You froze up at that. 

“We didn’t fuck.” You said coldly.

Taken aback, Mel’s eyes went wide. That was an odd response. 

“I said ‘pretty much’. And I’ll add, you said Jayce fucked your thighs. Multiple times!” 

Rubbing a hand down your face you groaned. Mel loved her fair share of gossip, so of course you ran to talk to her. Plus, there really wasn’t anyone else you could talk to about this. The only other people you were close to were Jayce and Viktor, and well… you know. 

“What happens now? With your little games?” Mel leaned her head on a propped up hand, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“I’ve got a little bet that I think will be nice…”

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As always, Monday both trudged on and flew by. Jayce spent your class period together practically glued to your side. Trying to touch you in any way possible without drawing suspicion. An endearing action that had your heart swelling once more. 

When the final student left your office hours, Jayce locked the door behind them. He plopped back into his seat with a smile. The energy between you felt different this time, almost comforting. Normally you found your nerves spiking for your games, but this time it was nice. 

“What are we playing tonight?” He asked, that smile never leaving his face.

Leaning down, you unzipped your bag, pulling out a round device. Inside were fish in holes. In your other hand you held tiny fishing poles. Jayce laughed as you placed the items on the table.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve played this one. Always wanted to though.”

“The daycare I went to had one, I became quite the eight-year-old angler.” You smiled at the memory.

Remembering how you crushed your elementary school competition with your fishing skills. Always ending with the most fish at the end of the game. Which subsequently made people not want to play with you, so you made your own fun fishing on your own.

“Well, we’ll see if you’ve still maintained that experience.” He picked up one of the fishing poles. 

“I’m sure you can guess the rules of this game.”

“Catch as many fish as you can?”

“Bingo.”

“I thought we were fishing?” He chuckled.

Rolling your eyes, you turned the game on. A whirring sound came from the device along with the clacking of the plastic fish opening and closing their mouths. 

Giving Jayce your best game-face, you asked, “You ready Talis?”

“Oh you’re on, sweetheart.” 

With that the two of you began to try and catch fish. You remembered how you managed to win when you were a child. Placing your line above a fish right as the mouth closed to immediately get in when it opened up. Within the first few minutes you already had a nice stack of fish piling up. 

Jayce was chewing on his tongue as he concentrated on the game. Huffing every time he dropped a fish back into the hole. His eyes widened when he realized how many fish you had managed to catch. At this rate it would be useless to keep fishing. Nonetheless, he persisted.

“How are you able to do this?” He grumbled as a fish dropped from the line again. “You make it look so easy.”

“That’s cause it is.” You hummed as another fish was added to your pile. 

Soon only one fish remained. Jayce only managed to catch four fish, while you were just one shy of twenty. 

“It’s kind of pointless for us to continue.” He muttered.

“I don’t think so.” You plucked the fish out, placing it on your pile. “I’ll be nice and we can do the best two out of three. And I’ll even say this first one was practice.”

“Really?” Jayce gave you a surprised look.

“Really. I prefer a bit more of an even playing field.” You said pointedly.

He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. It was true, he had been picking games that you wouldn’t have a chance at winning. In the end it was worth it though, especially the last time. 

Picking up all the fish, you plopped them back into their holes. Whirring began again as you turned the game on. Lifting up your pole, you looked at Jayce.

“Ready?”

He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. “Ready.”

This time, Jayce seemed to have a bit of an easier time. Though he was still not as skilled as you. Your hand effortlessly picked up fish left and right. A soft smile on your face as you jeered competitive banter back and forth with the man.

“C’mon Talis, I’m giving you another chance. At least try to take it.”

“Hey! I’m doing better than last time. I’ve got five now.”

“And I’ve got sixteen.” 

Again, you clearly had already won, but he continued trying to catch fish regardless. His actions became more steady, using the pole was a bit easier for him. 

“Looks like I won, but you still have two tries.”

Hyping himself up mentally, Jayce nodded enthusiastically. He had to try and beat you. Trying counted for something, right?

Starting up the machine once more, you began to play. This time Jayce was finding it much easier to pluck out fish. He was catching up to you at a faster pace than you had expected. It almost made you sweat, almost. The man was getting a bit too cocky, he would learn soon enough.

“Look at that, we’re tied.” Jayce said, appraising your piles. 

“It would appear so.” You said bluntly. Fine, no more Mr. Nice Guy. Time to up the ante. Especially since you needed this win.

This time, you didn’t hold back. Picking up fish with a mere flick of the wrist, the man before you unable to keep up. His pile now a measly three while you stood proudly with twenty one fish. 

Offering your hand, you gave the man a warm smile. Reluctantly, he grabbed it and shook.

“Good game, Talis.”

“You shouldn’t have gone easy on me.” He stated glumly.

“Aww, don’t give me that. It was more fun this way.”

“Fun for you.”

“Exactly.” You giggled, making Jayce crack a smile.

“I still enjoyed it, even if your little game is frustrating.” He walked up to you, placing his hands on your hips. “So, what is your wager?”

“You have to take me on a date.” His eyes widened. Out of everything you could have asked, he was not expecting that. “What? Did you think that I was just going to ask for a sexual favor?” You teased.

“N-no?” He lied.

You laughed, lightly punching at his chest. 

“You’re terrible, but I like it.” You purred, leaning toward him. Chest pressed against his, lips just barely brushing against his own.

“I like you.” He said lowly, pressing his lips against yours.

You stayed like that for a moment. Enjoying the slow kiss. His tongue lightly brushing against your bottom lip, your own tongue joined his. Tangling together heatedly. As you pulled away, a string of saliva snapped between you. 

“I like you too, you know?” You said quietly.

He gave you a soft smile, hazel eyes sparkling with affection.

“I could kind of tell.”

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The two of you agreed to hold your date on Saturday, giving Jayce plenty of time to plan. And plenty of time to worry over it. He had asked what you wanted to do, but you told him that he had to be the one to plan the date. Though you were sure to reassure him that you knew he would plan something special. 

Boy did he want to make it special, but he had no idea where to start. So he went to the one person he thought could help.

“I thought you practically stalked her all through undergrad? How do you not know what she would like on a date?” Mel asked with an accusatory look. 

Jayce invited Mel out for coffee. Something they would do on occasion, and Mel had been missing her close friend. Though it seemed she wasn’t too pleased that you were the topic of conversation. However, it was to be expected from the man at this point.

“Pah, stalked.” He waved her off. “ I merely asked questions about her.” He couldn’t look her in the eye.

“Mhmm…” She was unconvinced. “But seriously, you have no ideas?”

“Why do you think I’m asking you? I’m lost, I want it to be…” He thought about you, a soft smile on his lips. “Perfect.”

Mel visibly cringed, making his smile drop.

“You are sickeningly  sweet, but I suppose that’s what she needs.”

“Please give me something, Mel. You’re my only hope.” He gave her his puppy dog eyes. 

“Ugh, for some reason, I cannot say ‘no’ to that face.” She sighed, shaking her head with a smile. “Roller skating. She’s been dying to go to the roller rink with someone. I hate the smell of rancid feet, and Viktor, well, he can’t really participate.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Jayce said in rapid succession, grabbing her hand in gratitude. 

“You better not blow it, Talis.” She leaned toward him with an icy glare. “I will have your head if you hurt her.” 

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Wear/bring long socks. 

You read the text from Jayce, a bright smile on your face. You had a feeling you knew exactly where the man planned to take you, and it had you giddy. 

All week you had been buzzing, just ticking down the days and hours till Jayce took you out. Sadly, it had been years since you had been on an actual date with anyone. With your recent revelation about Jayce, you decided that it would be a good idea to get to know him outside of a workplace and sexual context.

A knock on your door had you bounding over. Looking through the peephole, you bounced on your toes. A wide smile splayed on your face as you opened the door. You were met with a bright smile, making your heart flutter. The smile dropped into an open mouthed look of awe as the man’s eyes raked down your body.

Deciding to be mean, you grabbed a pair of thigh high socks to pair with a short skirt. Clearly your intent was working. You knew he had a bit of a thing for your thighs, so you decided to accentuate that feature. 

“You look…” He cleared his throat, darting his eyes back to your face. “Really good.”

Despite getting what you wanted, you still found yourself blushing at his words. 

“Thank you.” You leaned toward him, toying with his shirt collar as you appraised him. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“I like to think I clean up well.”

Regardless of whether he was dressed up or not, Jayce always looked drop dead gorgeous. He was absolutely stunning standing before you. A nice button up tucked into some nice jeans clearly tailored to the man. A lovely amber cologne complimenting his natural scent. It almost had you drooling, but you managed to maintain your composure. 

“So, you ready to head out?” Jayce cleared his throat, doing his best to not let his eyes dart to your thighs.

“I sure am!” You said cheerily. Quickly, you exited your apartment and locked the door. 

Jayce offered his arm which you gladly took. Enjoying the feel of his firm bicep under your grasp. 

As gentlemanly as ever, Jayce opened the passenger side door of his car for you. You plopped yourself in the seat, suddenly feeling nervous. You were actually going on a date. A real date. With the man you wanted. Wow. It seemed almost too easy. However, it wasn’t something that was supposed to be a challenge. Perhaps your competitive games with the man were rubbing off on you. 

The first part of the drive was in silence. Both of you unsure of how to start conversing. Mouths opening, then closing. It was odd. Normally you found it easy, but for some reason this date had you feeling as if there was a shift in your dynamic. For the moment, soft music from a random pop station played. 

Clearing his throat, Jayce caught your attention. Staring straight forward, he decided to acknowledge the uncomfortability.

“I’m gonna be honest. I’m feeling wildly nervous.” He glanced at you in his peripheral. 

“Glad to know I’m not alone.” You said a wave of relief washing over you. 

Both of you chuckled. 

“It’s kind of ridiculous…” Jayce joked.

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, you know, we’ve definitely done things that are significantly more uncomfortable…”

“You saying that fucking my thighs was uncomfortable?” You felt yourself easing back into your typical banter. 

Jayce practically choked at your brazenness, then chuckled. Ah, there it was. Back to normalcy.

“You sure do get straight to the point.”

“I find it’s easier.”

Jayce bit back a retort. That was quite the hypocritical response considering everything you hadn’t told him. 

Pulling into a parking lot, you lit up. Gasping as you realized where Jayce had taken you. While you had a feeling you were going to end up here, actually arriving was still a surprise. Practically bouncing out of your seat, you followed Jayce out of the car. 

“Why do places like this always have the weirdest names?” Jayce asked as he stared at the lit up sign of the rink.

Bright neon letters spelling out Cap’n Cookie’s Roller Rink. Beside the text sat a poorly lit up pirate picture. Presumably Cap’n Cookie himself. 

“Novelty?” You shrugged your shoulders. 

“I guess.” He shrugged, then grabbed your hand. 

Butterflies danced in your stomach at the action. You felt like a high schooler again, fawning over a silly crush.

“Ready to get our skate on?” Jayce teased as you made your way into the building. 

“Sure am!” 

You walked up to the ticket counter where a tired looking teenager sat. He was dressed in a pirate’s outfit, a sad uniform if you had ever seen one. 

“How many?” He drawled out slowly, ending with a large yawn.

“Uh, two, please.” 

“That’ll be $40.”

“Seriously?” Jeez, inflation really affected every industry.

The worker pointed at the sign next to him with the pricing. 

“Alright.” Jayce sucked in a harsh breath, reaching for cash from his wallet. 

He handed the kid the money. He placed it in the register and reached for a roll of tickets. Taking his sweet time ripping two from the roll and handing them to Jayce.

“Those are for skates. If you want roller blades that’s gonna be an extra five.” 

“Got it, thanks.”

“Have a yo ho ho, great time.” The worker said in a monotone voice.

Both of you gave him a concerned look.

“I have to say it to everyone.” He sighed dejectedly. 

With that, you and Jayce headed to the skate check out. This time you were greeted by a very cheery man, also in a full pirate getup. Stuffed parrot on the shoulder included.

“Arg mateys, you ready to sail the high seas?”

“Uh, yes?” Jayce said. 

“They really go full out on their theming, huh?” You spoke quietly to Jayce nudging him playfully. 

The man beside you decided to play along.

“Aye aye!” He saluted the man. “Ready to sail and find some booty.” He put on his best pirate voice. 

Groaning you shook your head, hiding it in your hands. 

The pirate behind the counter gave a hearty laugh. 

“I like you sonny! You on a date with this lass?”

“Sure am, this pretty thing picked me up with her siren song.” He nudged you, a big smile on his face.

You gave him a killer glare, but couldn’t hide your amused smile. 

“Well how’s about I get you guys some treasure.” The man reached under the counter, and pulled out two vouchers. “A treat for a hearty pirate crew!” 

Jayce gratefully took the vouchers and looked over them. They were for a free pretzel and soda combo at the concession stand.

“Thank you!” This time he spoke in his regular voice. 

“Us pirates got to look out for each other.” The man winked. “Now, let me get ye yer skates!”

The two of you gave your shoe sizes and walked over to some benches. Jayce chuckled to himself as he laced up the skates. 

“You seem proud of yourself.” You giggled at his antics.

“Aye, a very proud pirate.” He winked at you, to which you rolled your eyes. 

Wobbly, you pushed yourself up from the bench. Stretching your arms out you attempted to maintain your balance. It had been a while since you last wore skates and you forgot about the adjustment period. 

Somehow, Jayce managed to rise with ease. His hands reaching for your waist to keep you stable. 

“You good?” He asked.

Nodding, you slowly turned to start skating toward the rink. Before you could face plant, Jayce grabbed you from behind, pulling you toward him. 

“You sure?” He chuckled.

Looking over your shoulder at him you huffed with frustration. 

“How is it so easy for you?” 

“I’m surprisingly good with rollerblades. It’s similar principles in terms of balancing.” 

“Oh, I guess that makes sense.” 

“Here.” Jayce let go of you to roll in front of you, offering his hand. “I can lead while you get used to your new feet.” 

Grabbing his hand, you yelped when he quickly pulled you in. He pressed his lips to yours. After the shock, you kissed him back. Melting into his hold on you. When he pulled back, he smiled at you sheepishly.

“Sorry, I’ve just really wanted to kiss you all night.” Red dusted his cheeks.

“No need to apologize.” You gave him a peck. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you too.”

His smile widened, then he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him.

Before you left the seating area, you took a look around. Feeling as if you were being watched. When you couldn’t see anything, you shrugged your shoulders and allowed the man to drag you away.

Loud music blasted through large speakers around the rink. Colorful lights were scattered on the floor. A decent crowd was skating around the rink. Many kids zooming by, racing each other. A mother and her daughter were wobbling their way around, the mother catching the little girl before she fell on her face. Other couples were skating next to each other hand in hand, conversing.

With a little coaxing, Jayce got you to enter the rink. He skated backwards with ease, helping you skate forward. 

“Just make a ‘v’ with your feet.”

“I know how to roller skate, Jayce.” You huffed. “I’m just trying to keep balance is all.”

“If you say so. Let me know when you want me to let go.” He gave you a dazzling smile. 

Crackling over the music you heard the voice of the DJ.

“Ahoy skaters! Switch directions!” A new song began blaring out of the speakers. 

Dejectedly you groaned. Jayce pulled you along as he made the two of you switch directions. 

After a few minutes, you felt comfortable enough letting go of Jayce’s hands. Even though you were more  balanced, you still wobbled occasionally. Beside you, Jayce offered his hand for you to stabilize yourself again. Plus, he just wanted to hold your hand. Eventually you were skating smoother. Jayce gave you polite applause when you managed to do a full loop without holding his hand. To which you rolled your eyes. 

With his hand free, Jayce took the opportunity to show off his skills. Skating a little ways ahead, he performed various turns and moved backwards with ease. When he let you meet up with him you gave him his own applause.

“Bravo, bravo. You must teach me your skills.” 

“I certainly can, but you must give me payment first.” He smirked cheekily.

“And what would that be?” 

“A kiss.”

Rolling your eyes again, you gave him a quick peck. He sighed dreamily, then began skating backwards in front of you. 

“The trick is skating in an ‘A’ shape, picking up your feet at first.” He pulled you to the wall of the rink for you to have a sturdy surface to hold.

You watched him demonstrate his actions. Pointing his toes together and lifting his feet to gain momentum.

“When you get some speed, you can just widen or close your feet. Like so.” He skated further back as you followed. 

“Wanna try it out?”

Tentatively, you nodded. Before continuing, you looked around the rink again. Feeling as if you were being watched once more. Shaking your head, you returned to Jayce. 

He maneuvered you around to face backwards. A warm hand softly reached for your chin, pushing your face to look over your shoulder. 

“Always make sure to keep an eye behind you.”

You nodded, then proceeded to form your feet into the ‘A’ shape he showed you. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your foot beginning to gain momentum. Jayce skated closeby, ready to catch you if you fell. It was such a small thing, yet felt so exhilarating. You looked behind yourself with a bright smile, gaining more confidence in your abilities. 

“There you go! You’ve got it!” Jayce cheered you on, his heart swelling at the joy on your face.

After a few rounds around the rink, you both decided to take a breath. Wiping away a sheen of sweat on your forehead, you realized you could really go for one of those pretzels. Nudging Jayce, you gave him a coy smile which he picked up immediately.

“You hungry?” He pulled out the vouchers from his pants pocket and fanned himself with them. 

“Yes.” 

“I suppose I could get you something… for a price.” 

“Let me guess, another kiss?”

“You must be a mind reader.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. A kiss that you gladly accepted. 

From behind you, you heard snickers. That feeling of being watched hitting you once again. 

Whipping around you spotted the location that the sound came from. Red bloomed on your face as you realized who the culprits were.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” 

Jayce gave you a confused look, then followed your gaze. His own face going red. 

Attempting to hide themselves in a booth sat Mel and Viktor, giggling to themselves. 

[a99jazzybean]

Can we get Jayce x fem reader but the reader had a voice kink/hand kink or a scent kink 💔

This was a fun one to write! I love kinks! Thank you for the request!

Sex & Rock n' Roll (Minus the Drugs)

synop: You are the manager of an up-and-coming indie rock band, Hextech. There's just one problem, you are absolutely obsessed with the lead singer and guitarist of the band, Jayce Talis. More specifically, obsessed with his hands and voice. How will you go about handling this unique attraction?

words: 7.1K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, band au, modern au, dom!jayce, smut, hand kink, voice kink, fingering, squirting, choking

a/n: This is explicit! No minors!

Also, I picture the band’s sound as a love child between Fall Out Boy and Chevelle.

“Lights focused?”

“Check!” 

“Cables taped down?” 

“Check!”

“Sound check complete?”

“No check, yet.” Powder states. 

You sigh, looking down at your mostly complete checklist, then check your watch. 

“There’s still four hours before show, get them onstage ASAP.” 

“Aye aye, Cap’n!” She gives you a pirate salute before skipping off to the dressing rooms. 

As you wait for your band to get onstage, you wander around the empty theater. It’s one of the nicest spaces you managed to book. Just over one thousand capacity with an open floor and seated mezzanine. A bar sits in the back. Liquor bottles on display, prepped for tonight’s concert. 

To your amazement, tickets had sold out for your final concert. Within a few hours hundreds would be packed in ready to rock out. It had you giddy, with a bright smile plastered on your face at the thought. 

“What’s got you so happy?” A voice from the stage startled you.

Gulping, you look up at the man who asked the question. A lopsided toothy smile on his face. Long hair flopping to the side with his cocked head. It reminded you of a curious dog. Though you couldn’t look at him for long. No, not him. 

Jayce Talis. A man that had been plaguing your thoughts ever since you accepted to be the band’s manager. At first all was well. You had even somewhat become close to the man.

However, the first time you saw him play. Truly play. You were a goner. The man was an extremely skilled guitarist. Easily whipping out an improvised guitar solo like it was nothing. Watching him play had you feeling like jello. Those damned hands shooting heat straight to your core. 

Sometimes it seemed as if he knew the effect he had on you. There were times where it appeared as if he was purposefully showing off his guitar skills whenever you happened to make an appearance. 

You’re watching them do a sound check and Jayce becomes Van Halen out of nowhere. Throwing both you and the band off balance. Though you were the only one left red in the face. And all he would do is throw a cheeky grin your way.

Another time you passed by the greenroom. Jayce playing an acoustic by himself invited you in. He just wanted to get your opinion on a riff he had been working on. Of course, it’s perfect. Because those large, dexterous hands were perfect. The way they flew across the neck of the guitar had you transfixed, and he knew it. It was as if he liked playing with you. Plucking those strings as if they were the ones of your heart. 

As the band’s Midwest tour went on, you managed to make yourself scarce during sound checks. Excusing yourself to make sure that the merch table was taken care of, or checking on ticket sales for the evening. Anything to keep you from having to watch Jayce play. 

Fate had other plans today. Your crew managed to take over set up for both the stage and the merch table. Leaving you with nothing to do. The venue was well managed, so you couldn’t check on sales either. Not that you had to, you knew the place was sold-out. There was no excuse, you would have to stay and watch. 

“I’m surprised you’re still here.” Jayce’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. 

You looked at him with a confused expression. 

“What do you mean?”

“You’re always running around. Which don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the work you do. But I have missed you watching us play.”

“I always watch you play?” You crossed your arms defensively.

“Yeah, from the wings.” He gestures to the sides of the stage. “Sound checks you get to see us raw and real.” 

“You guys play like three songs.” You raised a brow at him, wondering where he was going with this. 

“Look, I just like it when you watch us play.”

“And again, I always do. Even if it’s from the wings.”

Jayce sighed with exasperation. You were never going to pick up on his hints no matter how hard he tried. 

“But, I suppose today I’ll be watching you ‘raw and real’. Whatever that means.” You huffed out, perplexed by this interaction.

Jayce beamed down at you. 

“Alright lover boy, enough chit chat. Pick up the damn guitar!” Powder shouted from behind you.

She stood at the soundboard, waving for the man to get a move on. The rest of the band had entered the stage and were tuning up their instruments. Vi tapping around her drumset, making sure all pieces were tightened up to her liking. Mel had her ear leaned down as she plucked at her bass, humming the note that the string needed to be at. Viktor didn’t have to do much. He sat at his keyboard stretching his hands out. Jayce joined the rest of the band, picking up his electric guitar. Along the front of the stage sat a variety of pedals. He tuned up the guitar, occasionally pressing a pedal. Unique sounds would play through the speakers with each press. Dancing on his lips was a smirk as he occasionally glanced at you standing in the empty pit. 

While Jayce definitely put on a hotshot himbo persona, he wasn’t an idiot. In fact, he was quite far from it. So, he could easily read you like a book. It wasn’t hard to see that you enjoyed watching him play. Even if you had been avoiding it lately. Though with the way your face would turn red, he wasn’t surprised that you found yourself embarrassed. On the other hand, he found it quite adorable. 

Sure, he had plenty of fans that swooned over him. But there was something different about you. Maybe it was the avoidance that had him more drawn to you, or it maybe was the way you responded to him when you did interact. Regardless, you had the man swooning for you. 

It was that way from the very start. Just over a year ago the band was in desperate need of a manager. Three of their songs had gone viral, skyrocketing their popularity. Suddenly, they found themselves booking popular venues they could only dream of. 

Originally, Mel had taken over the management. But it took a toll on her mental health. She handled a lot of the recording aspects as well, and the pressure weighed on her. 

Viktor, seeing this, took it upon himself to find a manager for the band. The man had been impressed by your leadership and organizational skills during group work in your shared Business Management 101 course. So, he spent a while searching his contact archives for a number he probably should have deleted years ago. When he managed to find it, he asked if you would be willing to manage the group.

While the pay was mediocre at best, it would at least put your generic communications degree to work. Lord knows you needed to make something out of the thousands of student loans that were piling up interest. Of course, you gladly accepted. Soon enough, you found the job to be quite fulfilling. 

When Jayce met you, he was enamored. He never doubted Viktor, but you had surpassed their expectations. Booking them for the rest of the month within the first week you had been hired. Perhaps it was odd, but damn did your managerial skills make you seem, well, really fucking hot. He would gladly listen to you drone on about budgeting with a dazed look and heart eyes. 

You never noticed Jayce’s demeanor. All because you were doing your best to hide your own around him. Trying t to keep your face from blooming red just because he had been playing guitar or twirling a pen between his fingers. It didn’t help that the man constantly talked with his hands too. 

Now, you were stuck. Waiting for the inevitable heat that would permeate throughout your body as you watched the man you desperately avoided play his guitar. And of course, his eyes were on you. Your own eyes were on him. Following his hands as they skillfully zipped up and down the guitar. His right hand plucking away as he played the opening notes to one of their songs. 

Then, he leaned forward toward the mic in front of him. Oh, you were done for. Not only were you absolutely entranced by the man’s hands, his voice affected you as well. A warm and raspy tenor voice singing out into the empty theater. 

All the while, he was watching you. Loving the way you unconsciously swayed to the beat of the music. Red slowly creeped up your neck and onto your cheeks, making him smirk. 

Of course, he just had to pick one of the most suggestive songs the band had written. A silly bet between him and Viktor to see how many innuendos they could fit into a three minute piece. Turns out they could do quite a lot. 

Like oil and water in a boiling pot, don’t you worry babe I like you on top…

I’m like a riptide baby, I’ll pull you in. Swim parallel with me, and get drenched in the sin. 

Satisfy me,you’re blazing heat, drinking down dairy, what a treat. 

As Jayce sang out about the weirdest way to fuck someone, you felt the familiar heat creeping into your belly. Gulping, you shuffled uncomfortably. Hoping that they would finish the piece quickly. You didn’t know how much more you could take.  

Listening to Jayce’s growl all while watching his hands play his guitar. When you looked up, your heart jolted. Hazel eyes were locked with yours, then he winked. You felt as if you could faint. The lyrics were so cheesy. Yet, here you were, an absolute mess. 

No, you had to keep your composure. You were their manager, professionalism is key. Yeah, that’s how you could trick yourself. View everything as purely business. Surely that would work, right?

Quickly, you realized that would in fact, not work. It was as if the man was singing directly to you. Never breaking his eyes away from yours. Wanting to catch all of your reactions to the words he was singing. 

Viktor and Mel noticed you and Jayce in your own little world and shared a smirk. Jayce wasn’t slick about hiding his affections toward you. It seemed like you were the only person that had no idea. While they didn’t necessarily encourage the man, they also didn’t stop his pursuit. The drama was a bit enticing to them, and they enjoyed the entertaining spectacle the two of you put on. You doing your best to run away, and Jayce doing his darndest to be close to you. 

When Jayce droned out the final notes, you breathed a sigh of relief. Powder gave her one-man applause, whooping and hollering. Jayce bowed, giving thanks to nonexistent audience members. Then he paused, heated gaze on you.

“Thanks for listening.”

The inside of your mouth was dry. You didn’t feel like you could speak without your voice cracking, and you already had enough embarrassment for the day. Preferably, you wouldn’t have any more. 

“Of course.” You let out softly, before making your getaway. 

As you sped-walked away, you rubbed at your face. Pleading for the heat on your cheeks to dissipate. 

“Shall we continue?” Viktor asked, giving Jayce a pointed look. 

“Hell yeah, let’s rock.” 

After the sound check, you managed to avoid Jayce before the show. You didn’t know how you could face the man. Camping out by the merch stand, you didn’t catch a glimpse of him. Allowing yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. 

Soon enough, your luck ran out. Fifteen minutes to show you had to make your way backstage. Of course, the first person back there with you was the man you were desperately avoiding. 

Pulling up the hood of your sweater, you did your best to slide past him without him noticing. You should’ve known better than that. Stopping you in your tracks was a warm hand on your shoulder. Another landed on your other shoulder and spun you around. He lightly pushed you up against the wall, caging you in. 

Your eyes had adjusted to the dark of the wings, and you gasped as your eyes met his. Something hungry swam within those dark honeyed irises. It had you shivering. 

“Cold?” He asked lowly.

Unable to speak with his close proximity, you shook your head side to side. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“What?” You managed to breathe out. 

Oh no! He noticed!

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you’ve been avoiding me. I just want to know why.”

“I don’t think this is the time to have this conversation, Jayce.” You hissed out, eyes darting to the now packed auditorium. 

Right on cue, the ten minute warning blared through a speaker. 

“Just answer the question.” He practically growled.

The low timbre made you shiver. An action the man caught. His lips quirked into a smirk.

“Oh. I see.” Now he had the answer he was looking for. Lucky for him, you were so easy to read. 

“Huh?”

Quickly, the man leaned into you. He nosed your neck, lips just barely grazing your skin as he worked his way up to your ear. 

“We’ll talk more after the show, kay?” It wasn’t truly phrased as a question, more like a command. For some reason, you nodded.

“Hmm.” His head moved closer to yours, your noses touching. Your eyes darted to his lips, then to his eyes. “Good girl.” 

With that, he pushed off of the wall and sauntered away. Throwing a smirk behind him, he chuckled at the state you were in. Frazzled and breathing heavily. Your hand pressed onto your neck where his lips had trailed up . 

Before you knew it, the first chords of the band's opener rang out. Screams and cheers from the crowd roared back. Vi began slamming out a fast paced beat. Then Jayce began to sing. His voice making the cheers grow louder. Fans at the edge of the pit reached up to him. He winked in their direction, and you could see them swoon. Not that you could necessarily blame them. 

Through the concert you stood in the wings. Your typical spot was always in Jayce’s peripheral, but it seemed like he was purposefully moving to be able to see you directly. Constantly making eye contact with you, making sure you could watch how he was playing his guitar. That damned smirk was always on his face as he caught you once more entranced by his hands. 

Shaking your head, you did your best to watch the other band members. Viktor, bobbing his head as he skillfully worked the keys. Mel, somehow managing to stay poised and glamorous underneath the blazing stage lights. Vi, in her own world banging on her drum set, biting her lip in concentration. 

However, no matter how hard you tried, your eyes still wandered back to Jayce. Whenever he caught your eye, he would nonchalantly walk closer to the wings. To the audience, he was just using the space. But you knew better. 

Putting your head in your hands, you groaned. It was just two-hours, that’s all. You could push through the man’s torment for that period of time, you think. Why? Why now? Of all times to fuck with you it had to be the final concert of the tour. 

Jayce loved performing, but tonight he was buzzing. Knowing that he had your attention had him on cloud nine, and it was clear in his performance. He commanded the stage and audience. Low growling voice mixed with oozing charm was the perfect recipe to capture an audience. Everyone in the crowd was bouncing along with the music. While the other members of the band were more low-key than their frontman, tonight they were siphoning off his energy. The rush of their final concert had them sharing the man’s enthusiasm. It was a perfect sendoff. 

While you were somewhat suffering through Jayce’s teasing, you still found yourself enjoying the concert as well. The reprieve of knowing you would be getting a break soon had you giddy. From the wings you mouthed along to the songs you had heard hundreds of times before. 

Halfway through the concert the band held a brief intermission to get a breath and some water. As always, you had gathered water bottles for them to quickly grab and chug down before heading back onstage. 

“Man, this crowd is wild. I don’t think we’ve ever felt this kind of energy before!” Jayce exclaimed as he exited the stage. 

The rest of the band accepted your offering of water and took a breather. Instead of joining them like usual, Jayce planted himself beside you. 

“So, whaddya think?” Jayce nudged your shoulder. 

Your face scrunched up when his sweaty arm stuck to yours. He laughed as you pulled away from him.

“I think you guys are doing great. The crowd is loving it.” 

“What about you?” He asked.

“What about me?”

“Are you loving it?” 

Rolling your eyes you playfully shoved the man. 

“Get back onstage, Talis.” 

Before he headed back, he stripped off his shirt. He ran a hand through his long hair, enjoying the way your eyes roamed over his torso. He tossed the loose article at your face, then jogged back on stage. Giving you a wink as he returned to a screaming crowd. 

“Damn! Is it hot in here? Or is it just me?” He yelled out to the crowd, who screamed back at him. 

It should’ve been gross, holding his sweaty clothes. But you couldn’t help but drool at the aroma of his natural musk on the article. It didn’t help that he threw it right at your face, giving you a full hit of his scent. However, you couldn’t give him the opportunity to fuck with you with that revelation. Instead of holding onto it, you folded it up and placed it on a chair by the exit. 

Back onstage, they continued to rock on. It seemed like the crowd’s energy was even higher than before. Even some of the venue’s security guards were bobbing their heads along with the songs. 

It truly was the perfect finale for the tour. Screaming adoring fans, an amazing venue, and a rockin’ band. All curated by you, mostly. 

As the show came to an end, Jayce gave his thanks to the crew. Ekko and Powder waved from their seats at their respective boards. Then Jayce motioned to you.

“And of course, we can’t forget our wonderful and beautiful manager!” He gave you a coaxing motion. 

Like a deer in headlights you were frozen. He hadn’t done this before. You shook your head, trying to wave him off. 

“She’s a little shy.” Jayce joked to the crowd, earning him a choir of chuckles. 

He took it upon himself to walk into the wings and grab you by the shoulders. Attempting to dig your heels in did nothing on the polished floor. Jayce managed to push you onstage, where the crowd erupted into cheers. You gave a weak wave and a small smile. 

The rest of the band joined you and Jayce downstage, all bowing in unison as the crowd roared. 

“Thank you! We are Hextech!” Jayce shouted over the crowd, beaming proudly. 

With that, the lights went dark, and the concert was over. Patting your back, Jayce walked with you back to the wings. 

“Finally gave you the recognition you deserve.” He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but return one.

“Thanks, but I prefer to stay out of the limelight. Thank you very much.” 

“Maybe one day I can make a star out of you.” He teased. 

“I highly doubt it.” 

“Ye of little faith. But I’ll concede… for now.” He winked, sending a rush of heat to your face. 

“Go put some clothes on.” You shoved him away, hoping he wouldn’t notice your flustered state.

Touching him did not help you though. Feeling his strong musculature under your fingers had you even more flustered now. Why did he have to be so attractive?

“I think you’d prefer I stay shirtless.” He gave you a knowing look. 

“And I would prefer you take a shower.” Viktor chimed in, startling you both. 

Hand on his hip, he looked between the two of you. Gauging what exactly was happening in the moment had him smirking. 

“Maybe you can take one together.” Viktor added chuckling. 

Mouth agape at his brazenness, you couldn’t find a response. Chuckling at your expense, Jayce patted your back. 

“Yeah, maybe you should.” 

You jumped away from his touch, shaking your head. Sticking a finger out waving it between Jayce and Viktor you huffed.

“I am not dealing with this right now. We need to tear down.”

“Whatever you say…” Viktor trailed, eyes glimmering with mischief. 

Growling lowly, you quickly turned away from the pair. Not wanting to embarrass yourself further. 

Teardown was relatively easy. Ekko and Powder had everything down to a ‘t’ at this point. All you had to do was follow along. Once you had the trailer packed up, you started up the van. Hanging out around the van were some groupies that the band had collected. You didn’t realize that was still a thing until the band’s first large concert. 

It was always awkward for you. They knew you were the manager and always attempted to hold small talk. You managed to engage with them as respectfully as you could, but did have to remind them the band deserved some privacy. 

Of course, Jayce loved the fact that fans were following along with them. Viktor wasn’t too pleased, and Vi and Mel appeared more neutral about it. Jayce always commented on the fact that Hextech was truly a rock band now that they had such a dedicated fan base. 

“Planning on adding the sex and drugs to our ‘rock n’ roll’?” Viktor joked after Jayce got chummy with some of the fans. 

Jayce only responded with an exaggerated sigh and eye roll. No, he would never go for a fan. Not that he didn’t find any of them attractive. They just weren’t the person he was after. 

After a few minutes, the band walked out of the back exit of the venue. The groupies swarmed them, and the members did their best to appease the group. Jayce, as always, remained charming as ever. Taking plenty of pictures with people, and signing whatever was put in his face. 

“Alright, it’s time for us to head out.” You chimed in when you noticed the bandmates getting tired. “We’ve got a long drive home tomorrow.” 

While the fans were disappointed, they parted to let the band head to the van. Viktor clasped your shoulder in a silent “thanks.” You shut the door once they were inside, then swung to the driver’s side of the vehicle. To your surprise, Jayce was sitting in the passenger seat. Looking at the back you saw your usual partner snuggled up with Ekko. She gave you a cheeky grin and wave. Ekko winked and gave you a thumbs up. Lowering your head, you sighed. Whatever, it was only a fifteen minute drive to where you would be staying. 

Ignoring the man beside you, you started up the van. Carefully, you maneuvered out of the parking lot with the trailer in tow. That would be another thing you would enjoy a break from. Driving the van and trailer was a nightmare. It was tricky enough driving a larger car, adding another item to it made it worse. Soon you would be free of that struggle. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you guys!” You spoke over your shoulder to the crew, watching them in the rearview.

Despite their exhaustion, you had them intrigued. As the manager, you were pretty no-nonsense. So this was a pleasant change. 

“What’s the surprise?” Jayce asked. 

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” You told him pointedly. 

As you drove to your destination, the van grew quiet. Mel had dozed off on Viktor’s shoulder. Powder and Ekko were softly talking in the back. Jayce was watching you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but you could feel the heat from his gaze on you. 

He had asked you to speak with him after the concert, and you were trying to avoid doing that as much as possible. Thinking about how he had you caged against the wall had you blushing. A classic smirk made its way to Jayce’s face as he watched you war with yourself in your head. 

Finally, you arrived at the hotel. Jayce whistled with awe. The rest of the group turned their attention to the building you pulled in front of. 

“Surprise!” You turned to look at them with a bright smile. “We had just enough in the budget to splurge on a hotel!”

Mel reached around the driver’s seat giving you a hug from behind. A sigh of relief leaving her. 

“No more motel showers!” She cried out. 

“No more bedbug scares.” Viktor added. Despite his exhaustion, he was excited. 

“And a bonus is, we all get to have our own beds!” That got cheers out of the group.

Throughout the tour Viktor and Jayce were forced to share a bed as well as you and Mel. While it wasn’t too bad with Mel, you knew Viktor hated sharing. Jayce tended to take over bed space, and Viktor was unable to push him off. Often it ended with Viktor struggling to stay awake. Jayce and Mel had shared a couple of times, but she also had the same issues with the man. And even if part of you wanted to, you never offered to share with him. Rather you would accept the occasional boney elbow in your ribs to allow Viktor to get some actual rest. Now, having your own beds was a dream come true. 

Vi and her girlfriend, Caitlyn along with Ekko and Powder were lucky. They got to sleep with their partners. You had to admit to yourself, you were a little jealous. At least they were sharing their bed with someone they wanted. 

When you were parked, you all grabbed your belongings and headed inside the hotel. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but significantly better than the dingy motels you had been staying in. Plus there was a complimentary breakfast. 

You walked up to the counter and were greeted by a tired looking but still cheery clerk. 

“Good evening, last name?”

You gave your last name and watched as she typed in your information into the computer. 

“Looks like you booked three rooms. Two double queens and one king?”

You gave her a confused look. 

“Uh, no. It should be three double queens.” 

The woman chewed on her bottom lip as she looked over your reservation. She gave you a sad look. 

“I’m sorry, but we’re all booked up. The only rooms available are the ones you reserved.”

“Ugh, um okay. Do any of them have a pull out couch?”

“Sorry, no.”

“Do you have any extra mattress pads?”

She shook her head.

“I promised them individual beds.” You gestured to the group. 

Jayce heard the entire interaction and placed a hand on your shoulder. Looking up he gave you a small smile. 

“It’s okay, we can just share the bed. I don’t mind.”

Fuck.

Red was threatening to bloom on your face. You did your best to maintain your composure. 

“Fine. We’ll take the rooms we reserved.”

“Great!” She scanned the room keys and handed them to you. “The pool and gym are open until midnight. Breakfast runs from 6 till 9 in the morning. Thank you for staying with us!” 

You gave her a curt nod and grabbed your bags. You handed out the keys to the others, and Jayce snatched yours from your hand.

“Hey!” You narrowed your eyes at him.

He pulled out one of the keys and handed the other to you. You snatched it back. 

“You could’ve asked.” You huffed. 

“I know. And you could be a little less uptight.” He took your bags from you. “Relax, this surprise should be good for you as much as it is for us.”

“But I wasn’t able to give everyone what they wanted.” You groaned. “We were all supposed to get our own bed.”

“Who said that’s what I wanted?” Jayce asked, eyebrow raised.

Eyes widening, you shut your mouth. That had your face burning. 

Nearby, the rest of the band watched your interaction with amusement. Powder danced on her toes, a mischievous smirk on her face. 

“Fifty bucks says they fuck tonight.” She whispered to the group.

“Oh you’re so on.” Vi chimed in, placing her hand out. “She’s way too chicken shit to do anything.”

“And he’s terrible at giving her signals.” Viktor added his hand. “I’ll add my bet.”

“Well, to keep it fair, I’ll join in.” Mel looked over at you and Jayce with a smirk. “I don’t think we should doubt the power of proximity.” 

Multiple handshakes were exchanged. $200 on the table. Who would win?

You and Jayce ended up being the only people to ride the elevator. The others had their rooms on the first floor. Already you could feel tension thickening the air in the enclosed space. It would only get worse from there. 

Sharing a bed with Jayce. Even if it was large, you would still be so close to the man. How were you going to manage to get through the night like that?

When you reached the room you decided you were going to take advantage of the pool. Try to relax before heading to bed with the man. 

After a preliminary check for bedbugs and cameras, you grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom. You only brought a bikini with you, and it didn’t leave much to the imagination. To cover up, you grabbed an oversized tee. The last thing you needed was Jayce seeing you like that. 

When you exited you saw Jayce was shirtless in swim trunks. He looked up at you, a brief flash of disappointment on his face when he realized you had covered up. You gave him a once over, face flushing when your eyes trailed down his fit torso. 

“Ready?”

“For what?” You asked.

“To go to the pool?” He gave you a quizzical look. “I could tell you were excited to go.”

“Oh. Well, I’m ready. I guess.”

“You guess?” 

“Mhmm.” You squeaked out as the man stood up and walked toward you. 

“Let’s head down then.”

Crossing your fingers, you hoped that the other members of the band would join you at the pool. Alas, your hope was dashed when you found it to be empty. There was no escaping the man now. No running from the conversation he wished to have with you. 

Your main goal was to chill in the hot tub, but that would allow you to speak with him. No, you would have to brave the cold of the pool to side step this chat. 

Quickly, you stripped out of the t-shirt and jumped into the pool. The cool water shocking your system, but you braved through it. When you surfaced, a large splash landed beside you soaking you. Popping up, Jayce chuckled as he watched you wipe water from your eyes.

“Asshole.” You said, but found yourself laughing along with him. 

“Hotel pools always make me feel like a kid again.” He said, floating on his back. 

“Why’s that?” You joined him, laying back in the water looking up at the skylight. Very faint stars dotted the night sky. You could see the flashing lights of a plane slowly fly by. The sight did feel somewhat nostalgic. 

“Reminds me of a time with no worries. Summer vacations with my mom. She would watch me play in the pool when we traveled. I would make her judge my splashes.” He laughed to himself. 

“Hmm. That does sound nice.” You closed your eyes, listening to the lapping water. 

Jayce settled back into the water and swam up to you. You looked so at peace, he couldn’t recall ever seeing you like this. 

Blinking away water droplets, you almost gasped when you realized how close Jayce was to you. Hazel eyes locked with yours, filled with fondness. It had your heart stuttering. 

You shifted back to standing in the water and made your way to the stairs. Avoiding the conversation he wished to have.

 Before you could move far, Jayce grabbed your arm. Easily, he pulled you toward him. His other hand landing on your hip. All you could think about were those hands on your body. Eyes darting to the one on your wrist had you gulping. 

He caught the quick look and smirked. 

“So, that talk I wanted to have.” 

“You want to have it now?” You looked back at the door to the pool, hoping someone would walk through.

“Yes, I do.”

Sighing, you accepted defeat. There was no escape. Looking up, you gave him a pleading look. Eyes begging him to spare you. 

“What do you wish to speak about?”

“Why you avoided me these last few weeks of the tour.” Oh, so you were just going to jump right into it. Okay.

“I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve been kinda busy, you know, doing managerial things.”

He chuckled.

“Nice try.” His voice lowered, sending shivers up your spine. “Now, tell me the truth.”

His grip on you held strong. You were ensnared, and you honestly didn’t think you wanted to escape this. Not with those hands holding onto you so tightly. 

“What would you like to hear?” You tried to avoid telling him how you felt. 

God, that would be embarrassing. Admitting that watching him sing and play guitar got you extremely hot and bothered. That his voice and hands had you going crazier than his fans. Things not very conducive for organizing band concerts. 

“The truth.” He let out an amused huff. “Man, you really don’t want to tell me.” He pulled you closer to him, making you gasp. “I don’t bite, unless…” His eyes darted to the door, then back to you. “You wanted me to.”

A blush reddened your cheeks. You might as well admit it. Looking away, you spoke quietly.

“I like your hands…”

“What was that?” He smirked. Finally, you were opening up.

“I like your hands.” You sighed, forcing yourself to look at him. 

“My hands? That’s why you were avoiding me.” 

Jayce’s hold on you faltered, and you pulled away. Keeping your head low. You didn’t need him to see how embarrassed you were. 

“Nevermind, you wouldn’t get it.” 

“Help me understand then.”

You turned back, rubbing a hand down your hot face. 

“They’re just really nice, is all. I don’t know why, I just really like your hands.” You looked away. “And your voice. And…” You sighed. “You.”

Jayce smiled softly, his heart squeezing at your words. 

“I like you too, you know?”

Surprised, you looked back at him with wide eyes. 

“You do?”

“Yeah, I thought that was kind of obvious.” 

“Not to me.” You said, face turning redder. 

Before you could turn away again, you felt warm hands on your face. Jayce pulled you back to him. Lips pressing against yours softly. Your hands reached up, fingers tangling into his wet locks. His hands trailed down your body, lightly brushing his fingers along your skin. He smiled against your lips as he felt you shiver. 

Too soon he pulled away. That smile still on his face as he looked down at you.

“Want to see what these hands can do?” 

Back in the hotel room, the two of you dried off as much as you could before stripping out of your swim suits. Nothing was left to the imagination as you tumbled naked into bed with the man. A desperate, needy desire pulsing through you. Something you didn’t realize you had wanted until now. With warm hands sliding all over your body, mapping your curves and slopes into Jayce’s memory. 

Dexterous fingers tweaked at your nipples, eliciting a surprised squeak from you. One that he captured with his mouth. Giving you deep kisses, tongue sliding against yours. He groaned with pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good.” He breathed against your mouth before capturing your lips once more. 

Your own hands trailed along the man’s sculpted body. Loving every thick muscle they moved across. Down his back you lightly scraped your nails, making the man moan. You smirked against his lips. Two could play at this game though.

Jayce’s hand slid down your body, landing on your plush thighs. He gave them a soft squeeze, making you giggle. Then, he traced one of his fingers up your thigh. Just barely teasing right where you wished for him to be. Already you were dripping wet. Pussy glistening in the low lamplight of the room. A mouth watering sight, but he knew what you wanted.

His index finger slid through your soaked slit, making you cry out. Realizing how loud you were, you clasped your hands over your mouth. The man above you lowly growled at the action, using his free hand to rip yours from your mouth. 

Pinning your arms above your head, he continued to move the hand teasing you. His finger lightly circling over your clit. Moans stuttered out of you, earning you a hum of approval.

“I want to hear you.” He said lowly. 

All you could do was nod and moan. His finger plunged into your wet heat, causing you to cry out once more. 

“Just like that, sweetheart.” 

He leaned down, kissing up your neck. Lips latched onto your earlobe, a sensitive spot. Your body shivered at the sensation. 

“Look at you, already falling apart with just one finger.” Slick sounds filled the room as he pumped in and out of you. “You really do like my hands, huh?” 

“Ah! Yes!” Your eyes scrunched closed with pleasure. 

Already you could feel the heat building up in your stomach. Him using his hands on you was too much. But fuck, it was phenominal. 

You gasped as he added another finger, stretching you out slightly. The sounds of your wetness getting louder with the additional digit. 

The hand on your wrists slid down to your throat. His fingers lightly pressed against the sides of your neck. Eyes rolling back as you groaned. The pressure from his hand on your throat along with his now curling fingers had you shaking. It wouldn’t be long before he would have you cumming. 

“Fuck, you’re getting so tight. Bet you’re gonna cum…” His gaze was transfixed to your sopping pussy as his fingers slid in and out of you. Thumb circling your clit, making your body jolt.

“Fuck yes.” He hissed out. “Cum on my fingers. That’s what you’ve wanted, right? To cum all over my hands?” He growled.  

His words pushed you over the edge. Body trembling as you felt white hot pleasure course through you. Your slick squirting over his hand as your walls clenched against his fingers. He groaned at the feeling, excited to see how you would feel along his cock. 

He didn’t take any time discovering that. As you shook with aftershocks, he slid straight into your welcoming heat with a groan. So much better than he ever imagined. Soft, wet, hot, and throbbing against his length. 

“You feel so fucking good.” The hand around your throat squeezed harder. Your pussy responded in kind, squeezing against his cock. “Oh fuck!” 

At this rate you were going to make him cum in no time. But he needed to savor this. He had been waiting for a long while now. 

Again, he squeezed your throat. Pushing in and out of you, he groaned at the feeling of your walls contracting around him. The pressure on your neck controlling how tightly you were gripping him. 

Looking down on you, his cock throbbed. Your face was fucked out as he pounded into you. Breasts bouncing with each press. Loud moans escaping you as his cock hit the perfect spots inside. 

The heat was bubbling within you again, readying itself to burst. Jayce used his free hand to trail down between your bodies. Fingers reaching your clit, pressing down and circling the sensitive nub. Calloused fingertips providing the perfect amount of friction to have you quaking underneath him. 

He groaned as he felt you tightening around him. A sign that you were close. He leaned down, kissing and sucking on your neck. Making sure to leave his mark on you before the night was over. 

“C’mon sweetheart, I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He spoke lowly in your ear. 

“J-jayce!” You gasped out. 

He choked on a moan as he felt you squeeze against him. Practically screaming as you came. Pleasure coursing through your body like never before. Every twirl of his finger against your clit pulling more shocks of pleasure from you.  

He didn’t stop pounding into you, chasing his own high. Feeling his balls tighten as you sobbed out overstimulated moans. Pussy pulsing around him as continued to use your body. One final slide into you made him come undone. 

Heat flooded inside you as he spurted ropes of cum. Lowly groaning as his cock twitched with each spray. 

Afterwards, he stayed inside you. Cock slowly softening as he dusted your face and neck with sweet kisses. All you could do was shiver and softly moan, body still so sensitive. 

Eventually, you came down. Blinking back to reality and smiling when you caught Jayce’s attention. He leaned in, kissing you deeply. 

“Yeah, I really like your hands.” You said in a daze. 

“Oh yeah?” He gave you a cheeky grin.

“Oh yeah.” You pulled him in for another kiss. 

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The next morning, you walked down to the hotel lobby hand-in-hand with Jayce. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you spotted the rest of the band. Mel and Powder perked up, eyes immediately shooting to your neck. A deep purple spot was right under your ear. Realizing they noticed, you blushed and attempted to cover it with your hand. 

Dejectedly, Viktor sighed and pulled out his wallet. Vi followed, grumbling. Mel and Powder giddily snatched money from their outstretched hands. The two fanning the bills against themselves with pride. 

“You just had to go and prove me wrong, didn’t you?” Viktor asked Jayce with a disappointed scowl. 

“Oh don’t be a sourpuss about it.” Powder spoke. “We’re not the only winners here.” She gave you a wink. 

“What is going on?” You gave Jayce a questioning look. 

Jayce shrugged with a confused look of his own. 

“Your guess is as good as mine.”