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nirvanawrites111 · 6 months

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Focus On Me (Sub!Yugyeom x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Yugeom x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5337

Genre: Yugyeom is your fanboy and you're a famous r&b singer, he's not an Idol.

Warnings: Smut, femdom, pegging, rimming, oral (fem receiving), Yugyeom calls you ma'am, goddess, mistress, fem pronouns

Minors DNI pls.

Smut below the cut

As the stage lights dim, you are drenched in sweat and adrenaline, and you take a moment to soak in the love and energy of your loyal fans. You stand up and take your final bow before heading to the backstage area.

The cool air backstage is a sense of relief, contrasting sharply with the heat of the stage lights. Your manager greets you and hands you a cold bottle of water, and you thank them.

The sounds of backstage cheering and clapping from your staff and team ground you a bit. Your heart is still beating fast after performing in front of your roaring crowd of forty thousand people.

There are so many people backstage, but you only have one person on your mind.

"Great job, Y/n," your manager hands you your favorite flowers, sunflowers, and compliments you for your second sold-out show in Las Vegas.

You waltz over to your boyfriend, Jaehyun, and kiss him quickly.

"Hi, baby," you smile and hug him. You feel his warm embrace, and he kisses the top of your head.

"Y/n, you were amazing out there! You topped your last show. I'm so proud of you," Jaehyun praises you, and your lips curl into a smile, and you peck another kiss against his lips.

Even with your eyes closed, you can see the flash of white light as people snap photos of the two of you.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and leads you back to your dressing room. You follow him, head into the room, and close the door behind you.

Once the door closes, Jaehyun sits on the couch and wipes his lips. "Did you have to wear so much lip gloss?"

"Uh, yeah. I have to make sure I look good on the jumbotron so that my fans in the nosebleeds can see me sparkle."

You sit in front of the vanity and roll your eyes at him. You start using wipes to remove your makeup.

"I guess. Next time wipe it off before I kiss you."

"Yeah, okay. It's not like I wanted to kiss you anyways," you retort.

"The feeling is mutual. Plus, I don't know where your lips have been."

"I could say the same about you."

"You can't can't say that I've only been with one person. I'm in a committed relationship with my partner."

"Good for you. This fake breakup can't come soon enough," you groan and grab the wipes to clean the makeup from your face.

"Trust me, I'm only here for the clout."

"Please, you need it for your image Mr. Ice cold, and so you build up your POC audience for your solo debut," you remind him.

"Yeah yeah. We need each other. So, we're scheduled to be seen at the club after your show. Your outfit is on your hotel bed," he informs you.

"Perfect. I say we stay for an hour, kiss a few times, and then leave. Is that enough?" You ask.

"I think so. Maybe, we snap a few selfies too?" Jaehyun asks.

"Sounds good. After this we could have an agency together to help other celebrities fake relationships for clout," you say.

"Hell, we do have a whole following. I think we could do that," Jaehyun comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your body.

"Nice to see you excited about something. I'll try to wear less lip gloss."

"Thank you. It's just that my boyfriend hates lip gloss and he wants to see me before we go to the club. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, just don't make us late, please. He came from Boston to see you?" You ask him.

You haven't met his boyfriend, but you are happy he has someone to look forward to. This life as a celebrity can be lonely.

"Uh huh. We're staying together tonight and then he has to go back. I wish I could go with him."

"You could. I could just say you got sick."

"No, because people will think you are sick, and they will blame me. Then it will be outrage."

"I don't have Korean fans. You do. My fans in the states don't care. They are too busy writing AMBW fanfiction about us," you laugh.

"I don't think we should do it. I appreciate you caring about my happiness, though."

"Of course. This celebrity life can be so draining sometimes."

"Do you have anyone special waiting for you in your hotel room?"

Your eyes connect with his dark brown eyes through the vanity mirror. You study his face to see what he knows about your tea.

"Possibly."

"Spill."

Jaehyun moves from behind you and props himself up against the vanity.

"I'm fucking a fan."

"Scandalous…No way," Jaehyun's jaw drops, and his eyes grow. You didn't expect his reaction to be like that.

"I know. But, there is just something about him. He's a huge stan, too. Am I crazy?"

"Uh yea. You don't think he'll leak that our relationship isn't real."

"Hell no. I made him sign an NDA when I replied to his DM. He knows better than that."

"Be careful."

"Always."

***

You head back to your hotel room, and your security follows you up to your room. Before you enter your room, you turn around and thank your staff for protecting you. You exchange goodbyes as you enter your room.

Your heart flutters when you see him on the couch with dandelions in his hands. A baseball cap is covering his dark brown wavy hair.

You instantly know it's him, because you could spot him anywhere. The door closes behind you, and you can't get over how beautiful this man is to you.

He stands to his feet and walks toward you. The large window overshadows the colorful lights of the sinful city below you.

The two of you stand in front of each other with a few inches separating you. He looks down at the ground, and his cheeks are slightly red. You can tell that he's so nervous to meet you in person.

You aren't sure why because you two have been talking for a while, and been on Facetime plenty of nights. Talked dirty via text, so you aren't sure why he's being like this.

"Hi Gyeomie," You speak his nickname for the first time, hoping to break the awkward silence between you.

"Hi, Star," Yugyeom finally looks up into your eyes. His smile radiates from his lips and warms your heart.

"I'm not Star, right now. Please call me, Y/n.," you correct him. You have insisted on this many times, but he slips a lot and still calls you by your stage name.

You know the power dynamics are slightly different because, to the world, you are the best-selling female R&B artist in the world. But, you want to be humanized, and make him feel equal to you.

"Okay, Y/n. You look beautiful."

Your heart flutters and sinks into your chest. You bite at your bottom lip and flash him a smile. All you want to do is attack his beautiful face with kisses. But, you are trying not to move too fast.

You notice his purple silk shirt is slightly open, and your eyes trail down to the dark denim jeans that hug his thighs perfectly.

"Thank you. You are so handsome," you reply.

"I bought you flowers. I'm sure you received a lot tonight."

"I did, but my manager has them. He checks them to make sure there aren't any cameras or anything in them. But, I appreciate you getting me these. They're beautiful. Let me put them in water," you say.

You grab the flowers, and your hand grazes against his fingers, causing you to heat up instantly. You return to the kitchen area and toss the other flowers in the trash. You put Yugyeom's in the vase.

"You didn't drink tonight like I asked. Right?" You ask and return to where he's standing.

"Yes ma'am."

"Mmm.. good boy. Can I kiss you?" You walk over to him and sit next to him.

"Yes, of course," he says. He toys with the rings on his right hand.

You can see his face is slightly red from blushing. You can't remember the last time you had this effect on a man.

You lean in closer to his, and you close your eyes. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold onto his belt loop as you kiss him. Your lips collide with his, and the kiss is perfect. It sends chills down your spine.

You pull away from him and look down. The kiss has you on fire already. You move into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder.

"Damn, how'd I get so lucky?" You look up into his eyes, and you can tell your admission takes him back.

"Lucky for what? I'm just a fan boy. I can't believe I'm meeting you," he stares at the ground. You lift his chin and stare deeply into his eyes.

You push him back against the couch. You run your hands down his chest and feel his abs underneath his shirt.

"Please, you're hot. I'm still shocked you're single."

Yugyeom covers his face. His shyness is so surprising to you. He's always so confident online and even when he talks to you. So, to see him all shy right now is a bit surprising.

"Only, because none of them are you."

His comeback is smooth, and you uncover his beautiful face. His shyness isn't something you expected tonight.

"That's sweet," you giggle. "But, you know I'm far from perfect. Your Twitter feed always makes me smile. I'll have a rough day and scroll through your memes and laugh. Especially, the one where you photoshopped your head on Jaehyun's body."

Yugyeom covers his face again, and you can see the redness in his face. "It's weird isn't it."

"No, it's not. I love it. Trust me. I'm a pretty blunt person. I don't say anything I don't mean. It's an honor to meet you."

You want to make him feel special because these last few months have meant a lot to you. It's brought you so much through this hectic time of touring. You have confided a lot in him. You've spent a lot of late-night conversations talking about your life as well as his.

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. You're sexy as fuck, and your body is amazing. Most importantly, you're super sweet and supportive," you compliment him.

"Oh my god. Thank you so much. You are sexy-"You lift your hand and stop him.

"No, this isn't about me. I get a million compliments a day. I don't need it," you say.

"I don't even know what to say. I've read so many reader fanfics of yours. I can't believe it's happening."

"Which ones are your favorite to read?"

"The ones where you dominate me."

"I'd love to make that a reality, but I have to get ready to go out with Jaehyun for a quick club appearance. I should be back in an hour. You can order whatever you want. But, no alcohol," You kiss him on the forehead. You feel him tremble underneath your touch.

"Okay. But what if I don't want you to leave?"

"Trust me. It's tempting to stay, but I have to keep up appearances. You understand, right?" You reply. You straddle his lap.

"Yes," he nods.

"Why are you so nervous around me? We've talked a bunch of times over the phone and over facetime," you remind him.

"I know, but to be in your presence is different. You're Star the biggest R&B singer in the world. I'm just Yugyeom."

"You aren't just Yugyeom. You are a talented and amazing dancer. If my fans weren't so nosey, I would have hired you. But, I don't want you getting hate or death threats."

"I know. Us fans we notice everything."

"Exactly. Plus, you're a popular guy on the internet. Your dance videos are dope. When are you going to start doing it full-time?"

"I don't know. I'm not professionally taught."

"So, fucking what. You are so talented. If Jaehyun wasn't such a dick, I would ask him to put you on at SM. But, we will figure it out. You deserve for the world to see you."

"You don't have to do that."

"But, I want to. Out of all my well-known fanboys you are the most talented."

"Am I the first one you ever met?"

Now, that's a question you don't want to answer. You can't believe you walk yourself right into the question. You've hooked up with a few of your fanboys.

"Eh, no. You're not. But, you're the only guy I'm talking to at the moment."

"Forreal?"

"Yes. I keep telling you that. Being in a fake relationship with Jaehyun has the perks."

"How does that work? You two seem so in love?"

"Acting," you laugh.

"So, how long will you be gone tonight?"

"An hour. The club is down the street. I'll just tell Jaehyun I'm tired."

"Sounds good."

You make your way to the bathroom, and you close the door behind you. You lean against it and take a deep breath. You need to figure out how to read this situation with Yugyeom. Something seems awkward.

Does he really want you?

Are you coming on too strong?

Typically, when you meet up with one of your fanboys, it isn't a lot of conversation. You hook up, watch TV and joke around, and they leave.

So, your interaction with Yugyeom has you overthinking. Is there something about you he doesn't like now that he's met you in person? Are you not as attractive in person?

You have so many thoughts, and your insecurities are popping up.

You wish you could just rely on the fact that you are Star, the best R&B singer in the world, but you can't.

That's not how you see yourself. You are confident in your singing ability, but don't let that get to your head. Nor do you use it to take advantage of people.

But the fact that Yugyeom has yet to make a move has you questioning everything.

Maybe, he's waiting for you to take the lead.

You know Yugyeom and have talked to him for months. But, there is something there. You have feelings for him. As much as you wish you didn't.

You do.

That's the difference between him and the other fanboys you've hooked up with. You got to know him on a personal level before meeting him.

The last thing you want to do is hurt this beautiful soul. The connection between him is so electric and feels so real.

You care about his well-being and want to do anything to help him succeed in his professional life.

Yugyeom deserves the stars, the moon, and the sun. He's delicate to you. Since, you've started talking to him, you don't even entertain anyone else.

You would be with him in a perfect world, but you're in a PR relationship you can't get out of right now.

How would that make you look if your fans found out you were dating one of your fanboys?

You sigh at your overthinking and look at yourself in the mirror. You take off your clothes and place your phone in the sink.

Your phone lights up, and you see a message from him.

Yugyeom: I'm so sorry… I'm shy. You have me at a loss for words.

You: Gyeomie, I am moving at your pace. Whatever you want to happen tonight will. I brought my strap just in case.

Yugyeom: You must think I'm a prude after I told you how much of a slut I am, and now I'm acting like a virgin.

You: No, It's not like that. I'm in here overthinking. I was starting to think you didn't like me.

Yugyeom: Of course, I like you, Y/n.

Your heart sinks when he calls you by your real name. Star is just your stage persona and not the real you.

You: I like you too. I know you're a slut. But, I want you to feel comfortable. Trust me, there isn't any pressure.

Jaehyun: Hurry up, don't let the fanboy get you pregnant! Lol

You shower quickly and wash away all of the stress from today's concert. You gave it your all on that stage and gave those people all you had.

You go into the bedroom and get ready for your club appearance. You slide into your dress and pull it up. You walk into the living room to have Yugyeom zip it up.

"Can you zip my dress please?" you ask.

"Sure," Yugyeom stands behind you and zips up your dress. You walk over to the mirror in the living room to see how the multi-colored sequin dress fits you.

"Thanks."

"Can we take a picture?" Yugyeom asks.

"Of course," you say.

Yugyeom wraps his arms around you and snaps a photo.

You lean over and grab his face. You plant a kiss on his cheek. He snaps another picture. He turns his head and kisses you. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and your belly flutters with butterflies.

You two end up back on the couch. You kiss him on his chest and lead a trail of kisses down the middle of his chest. "Fuck," Yugyeom whines out.

Yugyeom has wanted you for years. Never in a million years did he ever think he would get to be with you. Somehow, he caught your attention on Twitter, and you two exchanged flirty messages via DM.

That turned into text messages, late night calls, and even facetime calls every other day. You had become a part of his real world, and it was no longer a parasocial relationship where you didn't know he existed.

Yugyeom's fanboying tendencies have turned into real feelings. There's not a moment in the day where he doesn't wonder what you are doing. Not a moment doesn't go by where you aren't on his mind.

The same goes for you. You are always thinking about Yugyeom. His social media persona is just that, a persona and when you got to know him you saw him as more than a fan. In your eyes, he's a sweet and thoughtful human being who is so intelligent and beautiful on the inside and out.

He's not your first fanboy, and to be honest, you hope he will be your last.

Your fake relationship with Jaehyun is just a publicity stunt to help him grow his international presence more since he's dropping his debut solo album, and SM Ent wants to capitalize on the fact that he speaks English.

Yugyeom is the guy you can't get out of your head. In the recording studio, you sing all your songs to him and only him. He's on your brain when you are penning lyrics to your songs.

He's the one you are thinking about when you rest your head. You hold back sometimes because you might be too thirsty for Yugyeom. You sometimes feel like you're his fangirl, but you always keep calm.

"No, I want to taste you first. May I?" Yugyeom stops you, and you lay back on the couch.

"Of course."

Yugyeom gets down on his knees and pushes your dress up at your hips. He seductively pulls down your panties and shoves them in his back pocket.

You spread your legs for Yugyeom, and it's what you've been waiting to do for the last five months since you started talking to him.

Sure, you had other fanboys on speed dial, but you were saving yourself for Yugyeom.

It was more than sexting that made you interested in him.

Yugyeom marvels at how your pussy glistens for him. A slight smirk builds on his face, and he's in awe at how beautiful you look with your legs spread for him and him only.

Yugyeom draws his face closer to your sex and holds your legs over his shoulder. He kisses your sex and closes his eyes to take in your scent. His tongue probes inside of you and savors the taste of your sweetness. "Mmm.. you taste so good."

His goddess is here with her legs spread open on the top floor of the most expensive hotel in the city. A place he could never afford to step foot in.

Here he is, admiring the sweet taste of you. He's dreamed of this moment so many nights. He's stroked his dick and thought about having you cum on his tongue. He's longed for you for a very long time.

Yugyeom's tongue explores your center and laps up all of your wetness that has dripped down. He licks you with ease and grace. This isn't the time to race. He wants to take his time and allow your orgasm to build because the reward will be beyond worth it.

Yugyeom nibbles on your clit and your body shudders for him. He feels prideful with a bit of an ego. You picked him out of all your fanboys across the world. He's the one who gets to worship his goddess. His dick is rock-hard, but the focus isn't on him right now.

Yugyeom is getting off from pleasing you. He can feel a bit of precum leak against his boxers. All he wants is for you to experience the best orgasm you ever had.

His mouth waters, and he alternate from loving on your clit to drilling his tongue deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue.

You can't remember the last time someone ate you out this good. Yugyeom is the perfect slut to make you cum hard. He's giving you everything he has, and you are enjoying the moment. You are so glad to have him in your hotel room.

"Goddess, your pussy is so good. You're so fucking wet for me," Yugyeom moans against your sex, and you grind your pussy against his face. Ugh, why does this beautiful man have to be so fucking good at cunnilingus?

Right now, your body is on another level. You are ready to explode for him. You can't believe how hot this man has made you.

"I'm gonna cum," you nearly scream. You wrap your legs around his head and release.

Your ride the wave of your orgasm, and Yugyeom is right there with you as your body rises and falls.

Yuygeom doesn't miss a drop when you cum for him. You sit back on the couch and pull him into your lap.

"Thank you, Gyeomie," you kiss him as you hold in your lap. You pull back and tell him. "When I come back I'm going to eat you out."

"Mmmm.. I can't wait."

Your sexual invitation is interrupted by a knock on the door. Your heart drops because you forgot that you had to leave. "Fuck, Jaehyun is here. Go into my bedroom. I'll be back soon," you reply.

"Yes ma'am."

You take a deep breath and stand up. Yugyeom helps you up and your legs are shaking a little bit. You lean in again and kiss him. Tasting yourself on his tongue gives you a bit of a rush.

"Ugh, I wish I could stay here and eat your ass. But, it'll have to wait. Don't touch your dick until I come back."

"Yes ma'am."

***

You sit in the VIP lounge with Jaehyun's arm wrapped around your waist. You don't want him on you, but you know you must make the interaction seem believable.

Yugyeom is texting you non-stop. Thankfully, you have a privacy screen protector on your phone so Jaehyun's nosey ass can't read your text.

Yugyeom: I want to stroke it so bad. But, I know you told me to save it for you.

Y/n: I will know if you cum, too. So, please wait for me.

"Who has you typing away at your phone? You can't even contain your excitement," Jaehyun's monotone voice irks you.

But, that doesn't take away from the fact that you are still high from Yugyeom eating you out.

"My boo."

"Did you fuck him?"

You glare at him. You look around at your VIP section, of course, it's just the two of you. So, no one can hear you, but you still can't be too sure.

"Not yet. You interrupted us."

"Not my fault. Can I see a picture of this fanboy?"

"No. It's none of your business."

Jaehyun sips on his mixed drink. "Why aren't you drinking tonight?"

"Cause, I plan on fucking him tonight. I want everything to be right."

"Interesting. So, after tonight will you see him again?"

"I hope so. He got tickets to see me in Phoenix, too."

"He's thirsty as fuck."

"No, he isn't. He's just supportive."

"Are you sure he isn't using you?"

"Using me for what?"

"Clout."

"Like you aren't?" you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, but I'm already famous. He's not.. or is he?"

"Don't worry about him. My NDA is ironclad, so everything is fine."

***

You arrive back at the hotel. You were gone for over an hour, but you are grateful that Yugyeom is so understanding. You slip the keycard into the hotel door and walk into the room.

Yugyeom is curled up on the couch with a blanket around him. The white light of the television reflects against his skin.

"Gyeomie?" You call out to him, but he doesn't respond. You walk over to him and sit next to him. You kiss him on the forehead.

"Y/n?" he groggily responds.

"Come on.. let's get you to bed," You reply. You help him up and lead him into the bedroom. You pull the cover back and take off his pants.

"You were gone longer than an hour," Yugyeom responses.

"I'm sorry, boo. But, I'm here now. Let me make it up to you. Let me change my clothes. Let's go into the bedroom," you reach out to him.

Yugyeom grabs your hand. He follows you into the bedroom. You turn around and he unzips your dress. You open your suitcase and grab the box holding your lube and strap.

"Get naked," you say over your shoulder. You place the lube on the table and pull out your strap-on.

By the time you put your strap on, you see he's already nude and waiting on the bed for you.

"Do you miss me?" You ask. You stand over the bed between his legs. His dick is already hard for you.

He nods, but that isn't good enough for you.

"Tell me. Use your words."

"Yes, I missed you. All I could think about is you."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress. I missed you."

"Mmm.. can I eat your ass?"

"Yes, mistress."

You get on your knees in front of him and pull him to the edge of the bed. You place his legs over your shoulders. You waste no time shoving your tongue into his ass.

Yugyeom moans out and its music to your ears..

"Fuck, you're so tight. Are you sure you're a slut?" You continue to jam your tongue deep inside of him.

"I'm your slut," Yugyeom whimpers for you, and his legs lock around your head.

A chill goes through your body as you hear him say that. You knew that his slutty side would emerge tonight.

His body reacts so easily to you, and his dick springs right up. You stroke him with your right hand while you lap away at his entrance.

You work your hand up and down his length, and you can't wait until you get to fuck him. You know you need to loosen him up a bit. You reach down between your legs, and you're already dripping wet. You use your juices to lube your fingers.

"Baby, you sure you can handle my strap?" You ask him.

"Yes, it isn't my first rodeo, goddess."

You love the cockiness in his response. "Okay, baby. Let see how you respond to my fingers, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You slip a lubricated finger inside of him, while you return to stroke him with your other hand. He works his ass against your finger, and you add another digit.

"Mmm.. such a good boy taking my fingers. I guess you are a slut. You don't know how bad I want you."

"Ruin me, goddess."

You take a deep breath trying to hold your composure as you continue to work your magic on him so he can relax, and you can make love to him.

"You ready?"

"Yes, please. I need you."

"How bad?"

"Really bad.. it's all I wanted."

You stand up and instruct him to move towards the middle of the bed.

You grab the lube and coat your strap, and you prepare for him for the pounding he's about to receive.

"You're so beautiful," you compliment him as you grab his legs and look at him. Under the dim light, he looks ethereal and has a glow.

"Thank you, goddess. No one has ever told me that before," Yugyeom replies shyly.

"It's the truth. You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, goddess."

It's kind of cute how he switches up between being confident to shy.

You push his legs back and instruct him to hold his legs for you.

You ease into him, and move into him slowly. As you continue to penetrate him, Yugyeom's expression shifts from shyness to a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. The way he moans and arches his back only adds to his allure, making the experience even more intoxicating.

"How does it feel baby?" You ask him, checking in with him.

"Good.. you don't have to go easy on me," Yugyeom taunts you, and it's all the motivation you need.

Yugyeom grips the sheets as he stares into you. The beautiful woman who has changed his whole life. The woman he's wanted for so long. He can't believe he's really here in this moment with you.

He's enjoying the way you're making his body feel. He loves watching you pump into him faster. He strokes his dick, and you cover his hand to guide him to move faster.

"Goddess, this feel too good. I want to cum."

"Not yet. I'm just getting started."

Yugyeom knows that you are in charge. That's why he likes you so much. He enjoys letting you lead and take control. He loves the way you taste he can still taste you on his tongue.

You stop moving and Yugyeom looks at you. The euphoric feeling has come to a complete halt, and he doesn't want it to end.

"Goddess, please," he begs you. "Please keep going."

"Get on all fours," you instruct him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Yugyeom excitedly gets on all fours as he's instructed. He arches his back and waits for you to enter him again.

Yugyeom feels you smack his ass, and he jumps a bit. He loves the impact, and you enter him again, this time from behind.

You hold onto his waist, and you pound into him harder than before this time. If the slut says he wants it rough, then you're going to give it to him. You move faster and thrust into him. The visual of him on all fours for you is literal art. His moans fill up the room, and continue pleasing your lover.

"You like the way goddess fucks you?" You grab his hair while you work your strap into him.

"Yess!" Yugyeom cries out.

"Stroke yourself and cum for me, then," you instruct.

Yugyeom's hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length, his moans growing louder as he follows your request.

The sight of him pleasuring himself in sync with your powerful thrusts intensifies your connection.

Yugyeom releases into his hand and collapses forward onto the bed.

You slide out of him, lie beside him, and hold him in your arms. "You did so good, baby," you compliment him.

"I love you, Y/n," Yugyeom confesses.

"I love you, too Gyeomie," you reply.

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m3dardas · 2 years

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GIRLS INTERRUPTED II.

minors do not interact 18+ only

caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, tribbing, fingering, some dirty talk, nipple play.

blurb: caitlyn follows through with her promise to make up for her mother’s intrusion.

author’s note: all i needed was one person to want a part 2. it was definitely a secret desire of mine to finish what cait started ;) and where the hell can i find good screen caps ???

Initially, you didn’t mind waiting until she got back. But, the shame started to set in.

Not a single soul wants to be caught in the act by someone’s mother. And it had to have happened before, because Caitlyn was just okay with her tits hanging out in front of her very own mother.

You just felt bad — like you disrespected Cassandra Kiramman. A literal Councilor.

She didn’t even care to address you. Which definitely damaged your ego. Your parents may not have been a councilor, but they were well respected by many of them. Could your actions have ruined that? Ugh, your thoughts were consuming you, while you were under her soft silk sheets.

It’s been nearly and hour, and Caitlyn hasn’t came back yet. So, you decided to get up and put your clothes back on. Maybe, the two do you could finish this another time — or never. You were embarrassed, and just wanted to go home at this point. Not even go back to the event. Your hair was too much of a mess anyway.

You zipped up the side, brushing your hands down your figure. Sighing, you sat on the edge of her bed, to put the strapped heels back on that you kicked off. You ran your hands over the spot the two of you were, on top of her covers.

Her beautiful face above yours, curling her fingers inside of you. Hips rutting against your bare thigh. Fuck. You wanted to stay and wait it out, but what if her mom came back instead of her. That would only lead to more embarrassment.

You’d be the first girl to leave her room without finishing, and it’s not even her fault. Or maybe it is — she should’ve locked the door.

To be nice, you made up her bed. Setting up her pillows as nicely as they were. Your scrunched your eyebrows, looking around her large room. “Where the hell is my purse?” You hopped off of her bed, ducking looking under her things. With her hands in yours, you stumbled into her room with a purse, but you tossed it somewhere in a fit of desire.

Your heels clicked against her shiny wooden floors, as you rushingly looked for your purse. It was big enough to fit your lip gloss and identification, but it should’ve been an easy find. Bunching up the skirt of your dress, you squatted, peering under her bed.

And there it was.

Laying in the middle of the floor, under her bed. Caitlyn’s bed was huge, so you were going to have to dive under it just to grab it. With a sigh, you got onto your stomach, sliding partly beneath her bed. You grunted, reaching for the bag — your fingers grazing the soft handle. “Ugh.” You groaned, pushing yourself under the bed some more.

Your fingers latched around the handle, causing a grin to pull onto your lips. Finally.

However, your smile was stricken from you, at the feeling of a gentle kick to the side of your thigh. You gasped, glancing over your shoulder to see the painted toes of the woman you were just under.

“Whatcha’ doing under there?” She questions, tapping her heeled foot.

“My purse- I’m getting my purse.” You stuttered, pushing yourself from under her bed. Almost hitting your head on the post holding up her large mattress. The sound of your heart thumping crowded your ears, as you met her royal eyes.

You placed the purse in your lap, leaning on your hands while you looked up at her tall figure. Her arms were crossed under her chest, a look of amusement on her features. “Gone so soon?” She wonders, offering you a hand.

With an apologetic smile, you take it, hopping to your feet. There was a bit of surprise in her almond eyes, seeing as you were evidently about to leave. “Y-Yeah... I mean, getting caught by your mom...”

“Yeah, I know, it ruins the whole thing... I guess I can thank your purse for prolonging your stay.” Caitlyn chuckled, glancing at the small bag between your fingers. Her hand still stays within yours, delicately holding your fingers. “We must’ve kicked it under the bed by accident when we...” You breathily laughed, slightly swinging your hand with hers.

“Uhm, my parents are probably looking for me, so... I should go.” You slip your fingers from hers, starting towards her large eloquent doors. A part of you really wanted to stay, but you’d probably look at her doors the whole time. Placing your fingers on the door handle, you pause biting your lip.

You heard heeled steps behind you, slowly approaching your turned frame. Breaths becoming more labored as you heard the taller young woman gaining. Her cool hands slid onto your hips, massaging the clothes flesh. Her breath hot on the muscles between your neck and shoulder.

“But... Do you want to go?” She inquires, opening her lips to plot wet kisses along your skin. Your breathing became shallow, eyebrows furrowing as you tried not to succumb to her power. Come on, you’re stronger than this. You thought, as you were sinking against her body.

You chuckled, “Of course, I don’t want to go — but y-your mother knows. It shouldn’t be long before my parents f-find out.” Your words came out sharp. One of your hands placing over hers, and your eyes fluttering shut.

Caitlyn continues to place enticing kisses along your skin, her hands drifting up the curves of your body. “My mother is many things...” Her warm lips dot against your skin. “But she is not a narc.”

“Are you sure?” You breathed heavily, lightly moaning at her touch. “I cannot threaten my parents’ reputation... Gods.” Her hand squeezes one of your breasts through the fabric of the dress. Your neck falls back onto her, exposing more skin for her to cater to.

Her fingers hook into the top of your strapless gown, yanking it down. Your breasts popped from the restraint of the padded top, a gasp falling from your mouth. “Positive.” The kisses shes littering across your skin becomes more feverish. Her hands immediately grabbing at the flesh of your sensitive mounds.

One of her hands reached down to lock the door, causing a naughty smile growing on your lips. “No more interruptions, eh?” You dropped your bag onto the floor, raising your eyebrows.

“No more interruptions, darling.”

Caitlyn pivoted you around to meet your lips. He hand cradling the joint of your jaw, fingers brushing through the back of your hair. Her lips tangling with yours, messily and sloppily. Nothing but desire seeping through the pores of the both of you.

Her fingers pinching at your erect nipples, pulling lustrous gasps out of you. You backed her into the mattress behind her, hands pulling at the top of her own dress. But the straps kept her chest from being exposed almost too well.

The edge of the mattress hits the back of her legs, forcing her to sit. She scoots back a little bit, allowing you to seat yourself atop of her thighs. Your fingers work at peeling her skinny straps down her toned arms — her helping out, by taking out each arm.

You’d probably never admit this out loud, but Caitlyn had amazing tits. It was such a boyish thing for you to think of, but it was true. And you wanted — no needed to see them again.

So you yanked down the top of her dress, a bit more intense than how she did yours. You pull away to watch as they drop slightly over the cloth of the dress that covered her abdomen. “Fuck,” You swore, hands reaching up to cup her soft mounds. Caitlyn met your eyes, her bottom lip falling between her gapped teeth.

You always thought her little gap was so cute — and it didn’t get enough credit.

Breathily, you attacked the skin of her neck, grinding yourself against her. Raspy moans falling from her lips. Her slender hands trailed up your legs, hiking end of your dress up your thighs. You nipped at the thin skin, flicking one of her nipples with your hand. “How about we finish where we left of, yeah?” Caitlyn whispered, breathing heavily in your ear.

You barely had time to react before she slid your frilly panties to the side, sliding her fingers between your lower lips. Your lips disconnected from her skin, emitting a sharp inhale. Arms wrapping around her neck at the intrusion of her fingers delving into your cunt.

The stretch felt sickeningly good, especially once she began curling her long phalanges inside of you. “Caitlyn... Oh, Gods.” You muttered in her ear, rolling your hips against her. Trying get friction from the flatness of her palm — to stimulate your clit.

“Just like that... Ride my fingers, y/n.” Caitlyn purred, breathing against your skin.

She pronounced your name smoothly, need leaking from her voice. You released stressed out moans, trying to chase that feeling you felt only an hour ago. Her fingers scraped at your walls slowly, sending you into a frenzy.

“More, more,” You tiredly begged, your hips rutting against her fingers. If you kept it up, you were sure you were going to break them — but she wouldn’t mind much. The blue-haired added a third finger, pushing a lewd whine out of you.

You stuff your face into her neck, to muffle the loud sounds that were threatening to peel out of you. Hands gripping her shoulders as you feel the muscles of your abdomen clenching. Caitlyn sighed at the feeling of your walls squeezing her fingers.

She curled and she curled, keeping her pace steady.

“Look at me,” The blue-haired commanded, lightly gripping your hair to pull your head back. “Such a beauty...” Caitlyn hums, plotting a single hot kiss on your collarbone, looking back up at you. Her fingers working under the skirt of your gown.

You breathed heavily, an ‘O’ forming on your lips. Her other hands still had a grip on your roots, pulling ever so slightly. “Yes, please...” You whined with a tiny voice, the coils beginning to break inside of your pelvis.

Her royal blues watched as the roll of your hips began to stagger, your breathing hitching. Her own lips releasing a faint desired sigh at the final clench of your pussy around her fingers.

A loud, and built up cry emits from your mouth, pulling your body close to Caitlyn’s. You shoved your chest into her face, your body quaking through your high. Her fingers worked slowly inside of you, still. “C-Cait... Fuck, I can’t.” You shuddered, falling limp onto her shoulder.

You snuck a hand between your legs to pull her hand from inside of you, but her fingers kept working. You looked up, eyes meeting her with your lip between your teeth. “Caitlyn,” You mewled with furrowed eyebrows, running your hands through her roots, slightly tugging. Her irises were challenging, seductively peering at you.

“I said I was going to make it up to you, baby.” She licked your jaw, kissing behind it.

Caitlyn pulled out her fingers, flipping you onto the bed. Already in a daze, you went wherever she directed. The fabric of your skirt, bunching at your hips revealing you underwear that was stuck around your labia. She hopped off the bed, tearing off her gown — as well as her underwear.

With glazed eyes, you ogled her slender and toned silhouette. She climbed back onto the comfortable mattress harboring a cocky smirk on her lips. “Like what you see, y/n?”

“Mhm.” You nod, your hands laying above your head, tiredly.

Her hands reach to the side of your dress, that was folded under your tits. She unzipped it, pulling it down your body. You lifted your ass, allowing her to free you completely. Her lips attacked your stomach, kissing along your rib cage — leading to the elastic of your frilled panties.

Her long fingers tugged them down your legs slowly, causing an ache to increase in your pussy once more. Caitlyn left you clenching in pleasure, just after she’d already made you come. The sensitivity had subsided just as she pulled out of you.

You spread your legs as her hands ran over your inner thighs. “You look so fucking enticing all spread out for me.” Her accent rung in your ears, forcing a sensual breath from you. You wiggled your glistening pussy at her, urging her to do something.

And that’s exactly what she intended to do.

She guided one of you legs over her shoulder, placing on of hers over you hip. Her lips grazed the skin of the inside of your thigh, as she tried to find the perfect spot where your clits met. Your bottom lip fell between your teeth for the thousandth time tonight, anticipating the jolt of pleasure.

Caitlyn rolled her hips lightly, breathing heavily searching for the spot. Your anticipation and excitement increased, watching her naked body over yours. Your hands reaching up the roundness of her hips. And then, your clits touched, sending short lived clenches.

Both you and her moaned at the same time, echoing off of her high strung walls. “Please, fuck me, Cait..” You wantonly moaned, gripping at her hips.

The rolling of her hips found a steady rhythm, her breathing loud and airy. Her tits jumped with movement, causing your cunt to clench around nothing. The arm hooked around your leg got tighter, as she leaned forward to hover over you. “You f-feel so good.” Caitlyn purred next to your ear, her lips loosely against your cheek.

You clits brushed against each other, mixing your juices together for slip. The sounds coming from the enforcer reminded you of a group of angels. They were thin and feathered — blowing cool air against your ear. “Fuck, yes.” She moaned, rutting her hips faster against yours.

You mewled and moaned, short nails raking down her shoulder blades. Another hand gripping at her deep blue roots. Caitlyn had whined louder, sobbing in your ear from the build up nearing its release. Shutting your eyes tight, you felt the warmness of another orgasm beginning to wash over you. “Oh, Caitl- ah!” You choked as the refreshing wave of release washes over you.

Tears prickled your eyes as you cried out for the second time, pulling her hair roughly. Which only brought forth her own orgasm. She screamed, latching her mouth onto your shoulder to suppress the sounds. Her body convulsing atop of yours, trying to ride hers out.

“T-That was so good, Caitlyn... You were so good to me.” Your fingers raked through her hair, as she breathed against your damp skin. She dropped your leg, removing hers from being hook atop of yours.

The blue-haired laid between your legs, delivering lazy kisses leading up your neck. “I told you I’d make it up to you.” Her hand slid up your body, cradling your jaw to push your lips against hers. Caitlyn breathed into the kiss, inhaling you like her own personal brand of oxygen. “And you definitely did, love.”

You turned her on her side, wrapping your leg around her waist. Her lips moved desperately against yours, expelling a need that you couldn’t quite understand — at least coming from her. It was longing, like she never wanted to stop. But she did, pulling away to gaze into your eyes with dilated pupils.

“I bet you’re glad you decided to stay.”

“Good thing for that purse, huh?”

And you barely shed one glance at her door, just her.

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fukurodaze · 4 years

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october

pairing: third year!tsukishima kei x third year!fem!reader genre: fluff, suggestive word count: 2.7k warnings: cursing, mentions of hickeys, makeout session hehe synopsis: “tsukishima” and “high school sweetheart” are a unique combination of words

LISTEN TO: lowkey - niki; used to you - mxmtoon

lowercase intended!

nobody knows about this.

nobody knows about his offhand banter and longing gazes. if you and kei go back exactly five months from today, you’d be asking him a question about the research assignment as you were about to leave the library and he surprisingly follows his answer up with “i’m going home too. come with?”

nobody knows him on facetime, staying late until his eyes can barely open after a blink. you’re used to his texts, somehow so much funnier and warmer than everyone seems to know him. and maybe one day he’d kissed you; on the right temple, as you fell asleep on your bed; on the back of your shoulder, when he did it subconsciously during a movie. and maybe you kissed him too; a short peck on the lips when he went home through your front door; another on his calloused and bandaged hands after a block had left it bruised.

nobody knows that now, you’re straddling the boy you’ve known for a while as you suck his tongue until he gets breathless. his hands roam up and down your body, finding themselves under your shirt and holding onto the bare skin of your waist like he can never let go. when he tugs on the hem of your shirt, bunching it up your torso, you let him take it off, the moment away from his lips making you realise his lips are swollen and his glasses have been thrown somewhere on your bed. you freeze for a bit when he spends a little too long staring at your body, and you freeze even more when you realise you’re not wearing the bra you would’ve liked for this occasion, but you’re cut off when he starts nipping on your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he mumbles, “you don’t have to suck in your stomach.”

you relax a little, small whimpers coming out of your mouth as he continues to work on your neck, the little shocks of pleasure filling your senses as hands on bare skin start to feel more familiar than foreign. you could get used to this.

“wait, don’t leave any, uh, marks or hickeys or whatever,” you breathe, “people might see.”

he hums, and yet his grip on you tightens as you think he’s coming back to your lips, but he doesn’t. he just stops there, face inches away as his lips barely ghost yours. he purses his lips for a second, like he’s thinking of something to say, but the microwave makes its strange appearance when it beeps loud enough to make you jump a little in his lap. he still holds you close.

so, so close. and nobody else knows.

“i’ll get the popcorn.” right, because tonight you had planned to watch a movie with him. like the usual - talk, cuddle, whatever.

come to think of it, your relationship with kei sounds weird; feelings so well understood without ever being spoken. you liked it at first, when he told you he liked you on a saturday morning, your reciprocated feelings tasting of warm rice and milky eggs and an unspoken convention that this stayed between you two and you two only. but as the days passed, and the thrill of a secret relationship wore off, you’ve started to wonder how it would feel like to be able to show people that, yes, tsukishima kei is your boyfriend, and yes, you like him very much.

when you take your shirt, he says, “wear my hoodie. it’s cold.”

you grin when you hear that, opting to simply wear his hoodie without a shirt underneath. it’s the same black hoodie he wears literally all the time and probably doesn’t wash regularly (which is gross) but if there’s one thing you learned about these feelings is that you couldn’t care less.

when you pick up the popcorn, kei only lays against the headboard of your bed, feeling slightly empty at the words he’d heard from you. serves him right, he thinks as he picks his glasses back up; this relationship, or whatever it is, isn’t something both of you wanted everyone to know. he’d get sick of all the attention, and there was probably no need for the two of you to share everything. it’s high school anyways, who knows how long it’s going to last.

yet, when you come back into his room, lips soft and hair tousled, holding a bowl of fragrant popcorn, kei finds himself letting go of those thoughts.

you take a seat on the floor against your bed frame, already having set up the laptop in the middle of the floor. you motion to the boy on the bed to come down, and he brings your entire duvet with him.

as he settles next to you, your shoulder touching his upper arm, you set the popcorn in the space where your knee meets his thigh, over the blanket. the movie you two had decided on earlier tonight starts playing, and you feel your head slide into the crook of kei’s neck, like it always does.

the night starts off slow; just the two of you making remarks at the movie, laughing at plot holes and cliches. then, by halfway, the bowl of popcorn is empty; as the protagonist kisses their love interest, you feel a flush up your cheeks; and as the movie ends, kei’s arm is around your waist, pulling you into his side. it’s a pretty shitty movie.

“well, that was a shitty movie.”

“agreed,” you grunt as you stand up to place the bowl of popcorn on your desk, to be taken out at a later time. you fold your laptop onto your desk as well, and kei gets the cue to sprawl your duvet back onto your bed. it’s only nine pm. you climb back in your bed, motioning for him to come with you, too.

slowly, his tall figure holds yours in an embrace filled with something you could only identify as care and affection. and here, especially with his glasses off, sight blurry and only really being able to see you in full focus, it makes you grin at how strikingly different he can be in your room and at school. not that you had ever seen him at school very often, as most of your relationship was crafted of video calls and secret little dates in the night.

you wonder if he’ll grow out of this.

“oh my god, something kind of funny happened today after the english exam,” you chuckle, your head resting comfortably on kei’s chest. he lets out a questioning hum.

“the girls in my class thought i was seeing osawa,” you stifle a laugh, “at me they were like, you’re definitely dating a guy from the basketball club.”

“wait, how’d they know you were dating someone?”

“word got out. they asked for details, and i told them he was in a sports club.”

“they didn’t think about the volleyball club?”

you shake your head, “they did, but they literally went - ‘we know it can’t be kageyama or tsukishima, so, yamaguchi?’” kei snickers at those words, remembering that even the boys in the volleyball club don’t know about you.

“i love how they just glossed over the chances of you with either me or kageyama,” kei tsks, “and who’s osawa?”

you roll your eyes, hearing his voice tinted with a bit of jealousy when he hears other people think you’d go better with this random guy at school. “he’s a guy i partnered up with for biology. why?”

“nothing. just good to know.”

“alright, whatever.” you flip over, your chin now pressing on the backs of your hands on his chest. your grin is wide.

“your hoodie smells like sweat,” kei says, trying to divert the topic away from your eventual accusations of jealousy.

“it’s your hoodie, asshole!” you jokingly exclaim, and he pulls the hood up to your head. you look cute, he thinks, even with his over-worn hoodie and messy hair. it’s in moments like these, when the both of you let go of the fronts you put up at school, and just live like nobody else exists. of course, it will all be over in a few hours, but that’s not to say he doesn’t secretly text you under the desk during class or that you don’t have the liberty of an extra pack of chips in your locker from the early mornings kei has practice.

“okay, but, hoodie aside, you could’ve just said i was your boyfriend.”

you like the sound of it; something so distant yet so close. so you make him repeat it again, “wait, what did you say?”

kei exhales through his mouth, “you could’ve just said i was your boyfriend.”

“would you like a boyfriend badge with that?” you tease.

“shut up. at least it sounds better than you and osawa,” he mumbles, sitting up, leaning on his arms. “not that anyone would ever know about us.”

your arms wrap around your boyfriend’s neck. his eyes stare straight into yours, and though he still feels uneasy at first, he likes the feeling of you so near him, so warm and fluttery in his stomach. it makes you hope, at least, in the way he’s looking at you, that he might want to show you off more than he lets on.

“you know, kei, it wouldn’t hurt for some people to know about us,” you mutter, almost a whisper, and he catches your words perfectly.

“but i hate how everyone shits on couples all the time.”

“no, you just shit on couples all the time.”

he sighs defeatedly, “okay, but everyone’s just gonna be annoying when they know. like they’re shoving their noses into our business.”

“yeah, but-”

“on top of that, my mom would constantly nag me about the details of our relationship. i don’t need everyone knowing so much about us.”

you fall silent, running out of things to say. admittedly, the way he’s so quick to shut down all your reasons is getting to you.

“see? there’s no point in other people knowing.” kei’s hands run under your hoodie to caress your bare skin. he likes the way you shiver slightly from the sudden coolness of his fingers, but it does give you an idea.

“i’ll let you leave marks under my school blouse.”

“as hot as that is, no.”

you groan, slouching against his larger frame. you shift your weight onto him, making him fall back on the bed, and you settle with lying beside him. kei, like the reluctant cuddle bug you’ve found him out to be, immediately wraps an arm around your torso, like every second spent at your house that doesn’t involve his limbs intertwined with yours is a second wasted.

you exhale through your mouth, “kei, i just wanted to be proud.”

his grip tightens.

“like, we don’t have to tell everyone what happens between us every single day, but, god damn, i don’t want to keep sneaking you in like this, or having to send you off at like, four in the morning so nobody knows you were here.”

“do you care more about what other people think than how i feel?” now you’re letting it out. you realise you’re frustrated - so fucking frustrated - that you barely even get to see him every week because of school and clubs, and that you don’t even get to save his contact on your phone under his own name in fear that people might find out. all because nobody knows.

“no, i care about-”

“i want to hold your hand in public, kei. is that too much to ask?”

you take a deep breath, sitting up against the headboard, “my friends think i bail on them all the time. i want to tell them it’s because i’m going to see my boyfriend instead of some lame excuse, kei. and i want to cheer you on at the spring high nationals in january, because you talk to me about volleyball so much and i want to see my boyfriend do what he’s been working so hard for.”

there’s a hanging silence in the air, coupled with the whirring of your heater. you can’t make eye contact with him - what if he gets mad? your fingers fiddle with the string of his hoodie, knotting it and untying the knot. and it’s only then that he sees you, gaze unsure and lips pursed, that he knows what to do.

it’s not so bad, kei thinks. he wouldn’t have to save your number under a name that’s not exactly yours, and he wouldn’t have to always rush to leave because he has “something coming up”. he can walk you to class in the mornings when you arrive after his morning practices, and it’s like he can imagine the way he’ll hold your hand and make sure everyone knows you’re with him. his train of thought might have gone a bit too far, but he can’t deny the thought of wanting to show you off as his. hell, he’s had a crush on you since your second year (though he’ll never tell you or anyone), and now that he’s got the girl, he might as well be proud of it, too.

so he comes up and kisses you. chastely. “okay.”

you give him a flick to his shoulder, earning an ‘ow’ from him. “that’s it? okay?”

“you said i could leave marks as long as it’s gonna be covered by your blouse, right?”

another finger flick, to his forehead this time, “you asshole.” but you smile. you know him.

when you pull his lips to yours, this time, he makes sure to keep you busy with his hands around your body and your hands in his hair, shirts and hoodies being pulled up to eventually be taken off. suddenly, he stops, and it’s only then that you hear something that you’ve only barely heard once before, on a warm saturday morning when it was summer, months away from today’s october.

“i really, really like you, y/n. and i’m not afraid of that.”

as he cradles you in his touch, kisses trailing down your jaw and beginning at your collarbone, you make sure to ask if he’s okay with reusing the same uniform he wore today for tomorrow. his answer slips out easily; yes.

“is it always this cold in the mornings when you practice?” you tighten the scarf around your neck, shoving your hands into your coat. kei hums in response as you two near the gym.

“to be fair, you could’ve worn tights. doesn’t help when you’re basically half naked in the winter.”

“wearing a skirt does not mean i’m half-naked, kei.” you scoff, but you do take a mental note to start dressing warmer for the coming seasons.

“i’m just saying, the wind can just go up your skirt-”

his sentence is cut short when a louder, higher-pitched voice runs through.

“woah! tsukishima’s with a girl?” you recognise it as one of the kids in class 3-2, hinata shoyo. his orange hair isn’t exactly easy to miss. behind him is the boy you recognise as kageyama tobio, remembering the way kei would sometimes slip in a snarky mention of his name on the nights he’d call you from his training camp in tokyo. you introduce yourself to the two boys.

“why is that such a surprise to you?” kei points out sharply. a number of second and first years pass by the three of you, and they exchange casual good mornings.

“i think i’ve seen you around. are you friends with kana-san?” hinata names one of the girls in your class, and you nod, telling him you’re pretty close to her.

"are you going to be watching us practice?” hinata asks, and as you look frantically between kei and hinata, you tell him, “yeah, is that okay for you guys?” kageyama and hinata nod.

you don’t miss it when kei takes your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. it makes you feel a little warmer in chilly weather. it makes you smile.

“go ask team captain over there,” kei shrugs, cocking his head at yamaguchi, who currently has a content smile on his face.

“so this is your girlfriend!”

you immediately snap your head at kei, as if silently telling him no fair, how come yamaguchi knew all along?! kei shrugs, “he saw me going to your locker one day.”

you roll your eyes before introducing yourself the same way you did to hinata and kageyama, and you hear kageyama huff out, “she looks too nice for you.”

kei scoffs, “well, that’s rich coming from you. maybe you’re forgetting how-”

“alright, tsukki, let’s just go up to the clubroom first.” yamaguchi thankfully cuts in, letting hinata and kageyama go to the gym first.

“oh, y/n-san, you can go to the gym first, too, since we’re going to be changing in the clubroom. we don’t want you to wait outside, after all.” yamaguchi adds, and as you let go of kei’s hand with a reassuring smile, hinata takes it upon himself to make even more conversation with you on the way to the gym. you find his and kageyama’s company entertaining.

“if he’s you’re boyfriend, does he, like, insult you all the time?” kageyama blurts out, his words making you break into smiles.

you giggle, swatting your hands, saying no, no. it makes you realise how different he really is when he isn’t with you.

your hand wanders to the uniform bow around your collar, and you play with the ends of it, the area of your body reminding you of the hickeys you saw littered around your chest and collarbone this morning. when you told kei about it, he only shrugged with the most smug face you’ve ever seen. thank god for collared uniforms.

“so, y/n-san, how’s tsukishima as a boyfriend?” hinata chimes in.

you catch your lip in between your teeth, sucking in a soft inhale. you wonder if you could tell them that he’s the guy that buys you your favourite snacks on the way back from volleyball practice, or that he puts all your favourite songs into his daily playlist so that he can sing along with you when he comes over. still, even after the news about your relationship, you think there’s no harm in keeping some things private. so you exhale.

“he’s an asshole,” you laugh, gleeful, “such an asshole.”

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1engele · 3 years

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daybreak | sal fisher x fem!reader - 3. frogger

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[warnings: cursing, smoking, light violence, blood]

"i don't want to be friends. i want all of you."

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"Can I get your number?"

You and Larry both whip around to face Sal, the person who'd spoken that sentence. You're stood at the foot of Addison's Apartments.

"What?" You blink. "Me? My what?"

You assume Sal mirrors your nonplussed expression because he bats his eyes just as startled as you did. "Uh- your phone number. So we can be in touch easier. You know, for school and stuff."

Eager anxiousness in the form of butterflies batted their wings in your gut and your ribs. You reached into your back pocket, flipped your flip-phone open, and handed it toward the blue-haired boy. "Here," you blurted. "Put it in there." You gloss your eyes toward Larry. For some apparent reason, he's wearing a wide, shit-eating grin.

"You can put yours in too if you want."

He waves a tan hand. Your attention is on Larry, but it somehow drifts and you're glancing toward Sal. His veiny hands are jerking which each movement of his thumbs as he presses numbers on the keypad.

"No, that's okay," Larry replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I'll get it off of Sal."

"Here," Sal holds the flip phone out to you. It's small in his hand.

He has long fingers, you thought.

"Oh, thanks." Your fingers brush his as you reclaim your phone and return it to it's place in your back pocket.

Your heart is beating unnecessarily loud by the time they've walked you to your apartment. Your hands are in your coat pockets to conceal the mild trembling in your hands. You're almost nervous that they can hear the rushing of your blood as your heart rapidly pumps it through your body—because you know you certainly can.

"I had fun today," you smiled, your expression nothing but sincerity. "Thanks for everything. I appreciate it."

Larry grins. "That's cute. No need to thank us, alright?"

You twitch the corner of your lips upward and nod towards him.

Sal tucks a strand of blue hair behind his ear—you'll never get used to the color. In a good way. You could look at it for hours—and fiddles with his backpack strap. "See you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," you respond, your teeth making an appearance. "Goodnight, you guys."

With that, you're inside of your apartment and shutting the door behind you. You hear their muffled voices and unintelligible words through the wall as they retreat from your door and towards the elevator.

You drop your bag at the door and make haste to your room. You sit on the side of your bed and hurriedly open your phone.

The first phone number you'd ever had—save your mother, which doesn't count— was "c you tomorrow :)", sitting right beneath "Mom" on the contact list. After changing his name to "Sal :)" you breathed out shakily, and slowly pushed enter on his contact.

Should you send him something? Isn't that a bit weird? You'd just seen him a few minutes ago. Should you wait a little longer? What if he's still with Larry, and they see what you'd sent a message so quickly and make fun of you?

You shake your head. That was unlikely. All they'd been was great to you.

"c you tmrw."

You inwardly linger over the thought of pressing the send button.

Why the fuck were you so nervous, anyway? Because a boy with nice hands and a pretty laugh said he'd see you tomorrow?

Yeah.. okay, maybe that was it.

"c you tmrw." The message was sent.

You slapped a hand over your face. Should you have said something else? Should you just have not texted him at all? You fell back into the mattress, draping your arm over your face and blinking into your wrist. The feeling of exhilarated dread churned in your gut.

A subtle vibration reverberated on the comforter. It buzzed in your ears momentarily. You paused, before lurching upward and snatching the phone back into your grasp.

"you too. let's try not to rouse mrs. packerton's suspicions tomorrow like we did today lol."

You grinned, and replied before you could stop yourself. "might not be possible. you may need to answer another math question for me."

Sal replied after a pause. "can't say no to that. goodnight, y/n"

You breathed out slowly, typed out a goodnight message, and slowly dropped your hands back down to the comforter.

Your fingers shook and your heart was beating itself against your rib cage. Not long after, you dozed off into sleep thinking of the way your body felt when the warmth of his palm was flush against the nape of your neck.

Getting up the next day is a bit harder than getting up the previous one. You couldn't seem to rub the sleep away from your eyes, and, for some reason or another—you'd waken up in a cold sweat, and your sheets stuck to your body. Not only that, when you'd went to shower, the water was freezing, for no apparent reason. You'd come to terms with the fact that this building had multiple personalities.

Standing beneath the shower head felt like being pricked with itty-bitty pitchforks. Topped with miniature ice cubes.

You'd gotten dressed in an oversized black sweater (over a long-sleeved, black top for added warmth), along with an a-lined plaid emerald green and blue skirt on top of your sheer black tights. The skirt was not short—not amongst your standards, it was mid-thigh—but nowadays teachers were weird about how girls dressed so you'd have to keep an eye out about that.

Also, surprisingly—instead of the usual beat up and raggedy sneakers you usually wore you decided on some of your chunky Mary Janes you'd thrifted not long back. You'd never given them a go outside before. The only time they'd been worn was in your room and by yourself.

When you were fully dressed, you let yourself examine your outfit in the mirror. While doing so, your phone chimes in your hand. You snap it open hastily and read the notification.

"it's larry. sal gave me your number :P meet us outside when ur ready"

You grinned and walked out of your room. You grabbed your bag and made for the door. When you'd gotten outside, what greeted you there was not exactly what you'd expected.

"Oh! Ashley, is this yours?" You inquired, gazing over the pale silver Ford Fiesta that sat in the driveway. It was a cute car. Ash sat in the driver's seat with the window down and her forest green eyes attentive and on you.

"Yeah! My little brother had an allergic reaction while eating out at some big corporate food chain and we got it in compensation. We already have a family car so it was given to me."

What a nice story, you thought, making sure you maintained your pleasant expression.

"Oh," you passed your gaze over the vehicle again. "Cool!"

You noted Todd's place in the passenger seat. You met his eye and gently waved. He returned the wave, with that neutral look on his face he always seemed to have.

"You're going to be cold," a voice behind you says rather abruptly. You jump, whirling around.

"You scared me," you laughed, your face burning as you made eye contact with none other than Sal Fisher. "What do you mean?"

"Your skirt," he replies, glancing away momentarily. Your eyebrows raise comically.

"You don't like it?"

"No-" he rushes out, a bit too fast. "Uh, no. It's g- it's nice. I meant you're going to be cold in it."

He was right. It was nearing the end of August.

You pass your eyes over your legs, from the a-lined skirt, the sheer black tights, and the chunky Mary Janes. You return your gaze to his—not before catching a glinting glimpse of what seemed to be rings adorning his fingers—and shrugged.

"Oh well. All I'm worried about is being dress coded," you look to Larry, who's near Sal. "Good morning."

"You too," he grins. "Let's get in the car. It's chilly."

You all clamber into the backseat. You're in between Sal and Larry. Hot air blew from the car vents and hit you in the face as Ashley turned the temperature up further. While doing that, she turns on the radio and channel surfs until she's found some sort of soft rock station. She turns it up to a moderate volume.

A car freshener in the shape of a red tree dangled from the rearview mirror and swayed as Ashley put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway. It had a charming illustration of what resembled two strawberries on the front.

The car smelled nostalgic—like the smell of the hair on one of those Strawberry Shortcake dolls you owned as a child.

The wistful scent is abruptly overpowered by the smell of smoke and the autumn air. Larry had rolled a window down and had just lit a cigarette to your left. On your right, Sal has pulled out his flip phone and is playing some sort of shit quality version of Frogger.

Interested, you lean over.

"How'd you get that on there?"

He looks over at you. He's close. You can hear him slowly inhaling and exhaling through his nose. "Todd did it for me," Sal replies. He gestures toward you with the phone. The phone makes a sound. The digital frog had fallen into the water. "Wanna play?"

"Oh," you pause, and smile. "I like watching you."

His eyes flicker over your face. "Okay."

He returned to the game. Finally, you had an excuse to stare down at his hands. Multiple silver and black rings adorned his hands. They fit him perfectly—snug on his pretty fingers and accenting his veiny hands perfectly.

During your examination, you hadn't exactly realized it but your cheek was now flush against his shoulder and your hair was tickling his neck.

No, you weren't smelling him, but it was hard not to scent it when you inhaled through your nose. He smelled of delicate laundry detergent—fresh, clean—and of minty vanilla. Breathing that in made you feel what was probably the most at home you'd felt in months.

You glanced up from his hands, to his Adam's apple, to his prosthetic face—his gaze remained attentive on the flip phone, dark lashes moving along to accommodate his flickering eyes. You looked away before he'd noticed, and paid attention to the game.

"You're good," you commented.

He didn't reply immediately, almost as if he'd looked over at you. The side of your face remained on his shoulder and your hair still brushed against the skin on his neck.

"Well, it's only Frogger," he remarked. "I bet you're better. Try it."

The sudden scent of ashy smoke consumed your senses. Larry must have exhaled halfway inside of the car. The vapor floated for a moment before dissipating into nothing.

You took the phone from Sal's hands and shifted in your seat to sit straight up. You pressed play on the game, and within seconds your frog had fallen into the water.

"I suck."

"No, you don't. You're just not trying hard enough."

"Potato, Potahto," you reply, shortly laughing at yourself and pressing play again nonetheless.

Suddenly, the vehicle slammed to a halt. You held onto the phone tight in one hand and steadied yourself on the passenger seat in front of you with your other one.

Sal seemed to have the same idea, except he seemed to panic and had braced yourself on your knee instead. You could have sworn you saw white for a split second, your insides jumping and chills fluttering down your spine. He quickly retracted his touch, catching your eye immediately.

"Sorry," Sal uttered.

"That's okay," you'd done a fine job gathering yourself together. "Perfectly fine."

"Jesus Christ, Ash! What the hell was that?" Larry calls from your left, the cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers. He was halfway through exhaling his smoke when he spoke again. Vapor spilled from his lips as he stared at the front of the vehicle. "Trying to kill us?"

"Whoops! Sorry guys, I almost missed the red light."

"That wasn't very wise," Todd remarked from the passenger seat, turning his head to look at Ash. You couldn't help but shortly giggle, looking back down at Sal's phone.

You heard Sal slowly exhale a breath of relief beside you.

"Yeah, anything but fucking wise," Larry scoffed. "Thought I was about to die, dude."

"I said I was sorry," you could hear the roll of Ashley's eyes in her voice. "My parents would kill me if I got a ticket. Also, who told you that you could smoke in my car?"

"I did." In your peripheral vision, he was staring blankly. "What're you going to do about it?"

In the rearview mirror, Ashley squinted her eyes but said nothing.

"This is a shit show," Sal murmured, looking back to his phone in your hands. You'd returned to the game, still attempting at getting past the first level. The digital frog continuously leaped over lily pads and logs. It was almost therapeutic.

"Sorry you don't want me back here, Sal." Larry's tone had transformed from mildly annoyed to slightly bitter. His cigarette had been held unattended for a decent amount of time so it had begun to burn out. "I didn't ask to third wheel."

You blinked and convinced yourself you'd heard him wrong.

You weren't looking at Sal's face. He was silent for a few seconds.

"Just chill out, alright?"

"I'll say what I want."

"It's too early for this, Larry," Sal bit out. "Cut it the fuck out."

Your heart pumped furiously.

"Where do you want to take this, Sal?"

Ashley jumped in incredibly quick, the car jerking as she turned the wheel abruptly, pulling the vehicle into the school's parking lot. "Fuck no. What the fuck are you thinking, Larry? Going to fight Sal because you're in a pissy mood?"

"I'm not going to fucking fight him, Ashley," He shook his head. "It's just- apparently he's got some kind of vendetta against me today so I guess we could talk somewhere else-"

"That's in your head, Larry," Sal said honestly. "I don't know what makes you think I have something against you today, but I don't. I don't know how you want me to prove that to you."

Larry settles into silence as Ashley pulls the Ford Fiesta into a parking space.

"Just- put the cigarette out and calm down, okay?"

It didn't look like the smoke had much left in it, but Larry still drew one last hit out of it before he stepped out of the car and crushed it beneath his shoe. He throws his bag over his shoulder and slams the car door behind him.

You look over at Sal, who was reaching for the door handle. Ashley and Todd had already exited the vehicle, and Ashley was standing by and waiting for you both to get out so she could lock the car.

"Hey," you murmured before he could leave. The blue-haired boy turned his head and inquired you with raised eyebrows. "Try to be patient with him, when you two talk it out. I haven't known him long—but I can tell he's the sort of person that wouldn't act like that unless something's bothering him."

Sal looks down at you thoughtfully, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him swallow thickly. "Yeah," he muttered. "He is that type of person. I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

With that, you both exit the vehicle and Ashley locks the car. Todd and Larry had already walked up a measured distance ahead of the three of you.

"Do you know what that might have been about?" Ashley asks, directing the question toward Sal by holding eye contact with him. You walk to Sal's left, looking ahead as to not be intrusive on the conversation.

"Uh.." he trails off. A cool breeze filters past your face and legs and it makes you shiver. "Not really. Usually, it's about his mom. Whenever they've argued about something, it puts him in a bad mood."

Ashley seems to give herself a moment to reply.

"Anything else?"

Sal does the same.

"Not that I know of."

Your eyebrows twitch downward.

Ashley walks slightly ahead of the two of you. She calls your name, and you look up from the ground, startled. "How are you liking the apartments? Anytime I've been there, they're kind of creepy."

You giggle. "Yeah. You could say that. I'd say they're alright—it gets kind of cold. The water was fucking ice cold today. Could barely shower."

Ashley mirrors your laughter. "Anything else?"

You pause. "Larry has this really great treehouse. I don't know if you've been, but it's honestly pretty cool. It's homey."

She looks up to Sal in surprise. "She's already been? When did you guys show her?"

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "Uh, well, we didn't necessarily show her.."

Ashley looks at you curiously. You sarcastically pout towards Sal, finding his eyes to be twinkling with amusement. "I may have broken into it."

"Oh, you didn't break into it," Sal protests, exhaling sharply through his nose in a gentle chuckle. "You just didn't realize it was inhabited."

You look towards Ashley. "Long story short—I found a cool treehouse. Thought it was abandoned. Climbed into it. Coincidentally, Sal and Larry climbed into the treehouse while I was in it. It was embarrassing."

"It wasn't. It was funny," You could hear Sal's grin. "She smoked for the first time that day."

Ashley's jaw dropped in faux-astonishment. "You've tainted her innocence."

You smile. "It was honestly kind of horrible at first."

Before you knew it, the three of you had entered the school. After a few more minutes of banter and friendly conversation, you and Sal parted ways from Ashley to head towards your first class of the day: math.

Once again, Mrs. Packerton had given the class a math sheet. For god knows why she expected you to know all of these things off of the bat and get all of the questions right with barely any assistance. You were stuck on one problem like it always went.

Someone nudged your arm. You looked to your left and smiled at who was looking at you. He glanced down at your paper. "The answer's-"

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Fisher?"

Fuck, you thought, slowly looking up to your elderly teacher. Glancing over to Sal, his eyebrows were raised and he peered up at the woman at the front of the classroom with something akin to surprise in his eyes. "Uh-"

Before he could explain himself, Mrs. Packerton's entire facade did a 180 and her eyebrows were suddenly furrowed and her frown was deep-set. It was almost comical, and you strained to keep the laugh in. You weren't looking to break a rib, so you unfortunately giggled beneath your breath.

Her dark brown eyes slid over to you. After a moment of being examined and feeling extremely uncomfortable, she sighed.

"I'm administering detention for both of you, after school. I will let you finish the test, but next time this happens it'll be an immediate fail for both of you. Understood?”

You and Sal exchange both equally supposed expressions, before nodding together.

Before class is over, you see Travis giving Sal another sour look. Oh my god, you thought, twirling your pencil around in between your fingers. Is this going to have to be another talk, Travis?

The bell rang. You and Sal jumped up and fled the class as quickly as you could.

"Oh my god," he breathed, as you both stepped into the hallway and began maneuvering through the countless amount of students flooding the halls. "She's super fucking scary. I was so wrong."

You abruptly laugh. "Yeah. She's got that look in her eye." You pause. "I'm sorry, Sal. You wouldn't be getting a detention if it wasn't for me."

Sal tilts his head just slightly. "It's no big deal. It was my fault, anyway. It's not like you asked for my help either times I helped you out. It's not like my dad's going to be mad, anyway—he'll probably be relieved. I've never really got detention for anything, especially involving talking to another person. Probably'll be glad I'm being more social, haha."

You frown. "I'm still sorry."

"I appreciate it, but you don't have to be-"

"If only your friend wasn't so dumb, Sally Face. It's a shame that your perfect record is all tarnished."

Sal appears as though he knew who was talking a few words in. He inhales, turns around to face the blond boy behind him, and backs up a step. "What do you want, Travis?"

Your fingernails sink into your palms. It stings. You told him yesterday!

"Nothing. Just wanna know why she's so stupid."

Sal's eyes flicker. "Mm, think you're forgetting about how close you were to failing mid-terms last year. You're not very bright yourself."

Travis grows a bit red but he looks as though he's trying to ignore his growing frustration. It boggled you—the fact he was so easy to anger because of the fact Sal was defending himself. Defending.. you?

"Whatever. Why am I fucking arguing with a fucking satan worshipper, anyway?"

That genuinely surprised you. What kind of insult was that? And where did it come from?

"Whatever, Travis. God doesn't like bullies, either. I hope you don't kiss your daddy with that mouth-"

You're glad the hall is relatively empty because the crack you hear when Travis' fist meets Sal's prosthetic face is loud and startling. Your heart is in your throat. You place your hands on Travis' chest and push him into the lockers. The metal cages rattle beneath the sudden weight.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you?" You shout, red hot anger coursing through your body and pumping through your veins. "Get the fuck away. I swear to god, I'll-"

Sal murmurs your name, gripping your wrist. "Stop. Don't push him."

You give Travis the bitchiest expression you can muster. He scoffs and walks away. You're surprised he didn't throw one last insult into the air—but he instead walked down the hall with heavy footing, turned around the corner, and disappeared.

As soon as you're done watching him down the hall, you whip around to Sal with wide eyes. He was cupping the place where the mask cut off, collecting blood that dripped down.

"He's got a mean right hook," Sal breathily laughed.

The rage you currently felt made your head hurt. You quickly grabbed him by the wrist and hurried him towards the restrooms at the opposite side of the hall. On your way, the bell rings. You couldn't care less whether or not you were going to miss your class—it's not like you didn't have detention already.

"Hey, what're you-"

You pull him into the girl's bathroom, which was empty. You make sure to turn him away from the entrance. His eyes are as wide as two dinner plates.

"Huh. Smells nice in here," he comments. The fact that's the first thing he says tells you he's clearly in shock from being clocked in the face.

You grab some paper towels and look him in the eye.

"I'm going to clean you up now,"

You reach around his head.

"Hey, I- wait, you don't-"

You unbuckle the clasps at the back of his prosthetic and pull the prosthetic off of his face. You set it aside, and set it on the edge of the sink.

He slowly meets your gaze. The amount of internal fear that's held inside of those eyes—fear you know that's been held in for so long—is astonishing to you. Your eyes soften. You slide your gaze over his face, and all you can feel is an unbelievable amount of happiness and satisfaction.

Butterflies swarm your insides and beat against your ribs at the sight of his mouth.

It's just as kissable as you'd imagined.

Shut the fuck up, you snap back at yourself. Not the time.

You're unable to hold in the large smile that grows on your lips as you bring the paper towels toward his face and wipe away the blood that dripped from his nose, down his mouth, and fell down his chin—there was so much of it that it had made its way down to the collar of his shirt, staining the material scarlet red.

"You can give that to me later," you uttered. "I know a thing or two about getting blood out of clothes, haha."

His lips twitched, but he remained silent and let you do your thing.

After thoroughly cleaning his face off, you return the prosthetic to him, handling it with care.

"Here you go."

After he'd put it on, you met his eyes.

"Hey, Sal, I'm-"

"It's okay." He peered at you sincerely. "That went.. better than I thought it would. I just hope you don't think of me differently."

The thought appalled you.

"No!" You exclaimed, a bit too forceful. You gathered your composure and tried it again. "No. Um- I could never. Seriously. Your face doesn't change who you are, Sal. It doesn't make me think of you any different. You're still you. Besides, I- um... I liked it."

His eyebrows jump and he jerks his head upward. "What?"

"I liked it. I liked your face."

He was silent like it was taking him a little bit to process that. Your eyes wandered during this time, and they landed on the collar of his shirt, again. You cursed.

"Shit. Hold on."

Suddenly, you'd crossed your arms around your midriff and began pulling the sweater upward. The noise Sal made was almost comical.

"No, uh, you don't have to! It's fine, I can-"

Before he could stop you, the shirt was up and over your chest and it was off of your head. Thank god that you'd remembered the black top beneath, or else you'd feel really bad that you couldn't give him the sweater—it wasn't like you could walk around in just a bra (as much as you'd like to sometimes.)

He grabbed the article of clothing from you, hesitant. "You're sure?"

"Yep!"

"Alright," he murmured, cautious, pulling your sweater over his head and pulling it down his torso. Once he'd done so, he looked back to your eyes and inquired you with his own. "So? What do you think?"

Heart beating so loudly it thrummed in your ears, you replied: "You've never looked better," and grinned wider than you ever have before.

#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader

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hello binnie 👉👈 can i request a dom!beomgyu x fem!reader smut that follows the enemies to lovers plot line? maybe add in some degradation kink and jealousy or something (if possible) 👀 thank you!!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐚𝐮, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖/𝐂 | 3.2k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱

a/n: this is my first time writing an arranged marriage fic so tell me if ya’ll like it (pls)

in his cleanly tailored black suit, an impatient beomgyu taps his foot in the corridor. he checks his watch for the fifth time in 6 minutes, looking over at the guards and driver with frustration.

“I don’t understand what’s taking her so long. what is she doing?”. he seethes.

“if you like I can check on her for you sir”. the maid asks politely. beomgyu nods and gestures toward the spiraled staircase of their oversized, luxurious home. “can you please? thank you”.

you were finishing the last touches on your makeup. you loved your outfit and you thought you looked gorgeous in your skin tight , satin salmon colored dress. however the only thing bad about this outing is that you had to go with your husband, choi beomgyu. marriage is one of the happiest times in any woman’s life but not yours. you didn’t have the beautiful, unpredictable love story like the average person. instead you were arranged in a marriage with a person you weren’t compatible with.

and the worst part about it all is that you couldn’t back down even if you tried. coming from a rich and rather popular family yourself, they wanted you to marry someone similar that could possibly understand you better and match your sentiments and luxury. so they picked the infamous choi beomgyu, apart of one the biggest, richest clans in the nation. as soon as you and beomgyu first interacted you knew there would be nothing to look forward to other than the downfall of your marriage. and you were just waiting for your family to see that.

“excuse me? mrs. choi? mr. choi was wondering if you were going to be ready any time soon?”.

you rolled your eyes. “tell him I’m coming down. I don’t know why he’s rushing me”. she nods her head and closes the door while you grab your purse. you took one last glimpse in the mirror and spread just a bit more glitter gloss on your lips before you were walking down the staircase. glancing up from his watch annoyed he glares up at you and tries his best to keep his eyes from skimming your curves.

“I don’t know why it takes you so long to get dressed. we’re going to an anniversary banquet not the grammy awards”.

“I don’t know why you feel like you have to rush me all the time. I said I was coming down. the venue is only 10 minutes away and the event doesn’t start for another 30 minutes”.

you say with just as much attitude as him, the guards helping you step into your heels as soon as you arrived at the bottom of the staircase. you whisper a small thank you while another wraps your fur coat around your neck. by this time anyone who worked in the choi residence were used to their frequent bickering. so there was no use in trying to get the duo to stop.

“yeah and we have to account for traffic. you also know that since I’m the son of the chief I have to be there on time. I don’t have time to be waiting for you to play in your little makeup box”.

you both head out of the door with the guards helping you to the car. the car was the worst out of all locations. since you two had a designated driver everywhere it meant that you would have to sit in a partitioned backseat with beomgyu.

you began talking as soon as the door closed behind you. “just because you get dressed two hours before every event doesn’t mean I have to do the same thing”.

“did I even say that? I’m just saying you have to start taking time into consideration. I don’t care how you get ready”.

“you were implying it so I’m letting you know. And I don’t care if you’re the chief ‘s son or not. I don’t care that you’re my husband. I don’t have to listen to you”.

“if you keeping doing what you want to do you’re going to give both of our families a bad reputation and we’re both going to lose our status and become poor. and I’m sure with all that glamorous shit that you wear becoming poor is your biggest nightmare”.

“and do you see how cocky you are? I’m pretty sure becoming poor is your biggest nightmare too. so how about we not go into that subject?”.

“I’ll go into whatever subject I want to go into because you don’t listen”.

“and who exactly do I have to listen to? please tell me”.

beomgyu rolls his eyes and sighs, he diverts his gaze to the scenery out the window while shooing you off. “you know what I don’t care anymore”.

you smacked his hand away. “don’t shoo me away Iike I’m some animal beomgyu. have some damn respect”.

“why would I respect you if you don’t respect me?”.

“I’m done talking to you. just stop talking”.

“good I’ve been waiting for you to be done”.

“good”. you say turning towards your own window in frustration. god he knew how to work your nerves.

“good”. he repeats back. and the both of you maintain the silence until it was time to actually speak at the event. it was the choi clan’s anniversary tonight and everyone couldn’t wait to see their baby boy beomgyu with his wife. it was something they all couldn’t believe considering they all raised him since he was in diapers. however acting like a married couple with beomgyu was the last thing you wanted to do tonight.

but nevertheless beomgyu snatches your hand in his before you two walked in the corridor. you wanted to say something but you guys were immediately bombarded by hugs and kisses from grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, and even old cousins. most of them complimented how cute you two looked together and even asked when you guys were going to have children. you could just puke at the thought. you and beomgyu hadn’t even slept in the same bed.

the both of you sat down to your assigned dining table and other than the fact that you had to play pretend with beomgyu, you admired the historic decor and architecture of the venue.

“oh my gosh you guys are just so adorable together! let me tell you when beomgyu was little he always wanted to get married. he always talked about having a wife it was so cute. I’m glad to see he got his wish with someone as beautiful as you!”. one of his aunts complimented you both as soon as you sat down. you plastered on a fake smile and beomgyu nods with another fake smile of his own.

“can I get a picture if you don’t mind? I would love to add this to my photo album!”.

beomgyu puts his hand up and laughs, “auntie you really don’t have to right now. we can take pictures later”.

she flips her hand in the air, “oh! nonsense beomgyu! now you two pose for my camera”. she insists holding it up. you just wanted to come out of your body for a moment to see how awkward you both looked.

“guys! sit like you love each other. maybe you can kiss him on his cheek? that would be adorable!”.

now that was way too far for your liking. you shook your head and laughed to avoid it but you felt beomgyu nudging you underneath the table.

“just do it”. he murmured.

“no I’d rather be caught dead than lay my lips on you”.

“stop acting like a fucking child. just do it”.

for the sake of the status of you both, you positioned your lips right near his cheek but not letting them touch. she held up her camera but quickly put it down and laughs. “I don’t know why this looks staged. you two love each other! how about you just kiss? the cheek kiss looks a bit too fake for me”. she says before holding up her camera again.

the both of you swallow. he turns to you, “i promise after this my lips will never touch you again”. he whispers.

“good”. you mutter.

“good”. he repeats. he holds his breath before pressing his lips against yours. she quickly snapped the picture and jeered at the cuteness of it. but you couldn’t help but think about the softness of beomgyu’s lips and how they matched perfectly with yours. how he kissed you so passionately in such a short amount of time. how he made your heart pound. he quickly pulled away once he realized he was kissing you a bit too long knowing you were probably going to scold him. but for the first time in a long time you didn’t really want to.

the event was starting and the both of you bit your lips while diverting your gazes elsewhere. as the night progressed, oddly enough you avoided each other at all costs. even if that meant sparking conversations with a couple of gyu’s cousins just to do so. but like the jealous cousins’ they were though they were definitely doing more flirting than conversing. you had to say receiving other male attention wasn’t half bad. it wasn’t like you and beomgyu were a thing anyways.

beomgyu gently stirs his cup though, eyeing you from across the room. his uncles were giving him advice for marriage but he could only focus on the way his cousin subtly flirted by kissing you on the back of your hand multiple times. and it didn’t make it any better when you were blushing in response. it scared beomgyu because he hated you. and you hated him. so he couldn’t understand why he was getting jealous but he was and he couldn’t stop himself. his jealous aura made things much colder especially when you two were back in the car.

“and then here you go, having an attitude about something else“. you roll your eyes. as the door closed after you.

“i don’t know why you say shit like that if you know you cause them”.

“what did I do this time? I barely said a word to you tonight”.

“exactly. you were too busy exchanging them with my cousin”.

“and why does it concern you? we’re barely a couple let alone married”.

“do you realize that if you even slip up a little bit it affects our reputation? do you not think about that?”.

“why aren’t you addressing your cousin too then? he was flirting with me first”.

“and you were flirting back”. beomgyu snapped with his annoyed gaze out the window once more. you stared at him curiously.

“what? are you jealous?”.

“stop talking to me”.

you roll your eyes at his attitude again. he pissed you off so much. “I don’t even know why you’re jealous. we kissed for the first time tonight. we’ve been married for almost a year. doesn’t that say something about this whole entire relationship?”.

“I said stop talking to me”.

“what did I say about me not having to listen to you? I’m tired of you thinking you own--”.

in the blink of the eye beomgyu grabbed you and pulled you on his lap while his hand squeezed your jaw tightly, squishing your cheeks inwards.

“you know what? shut the fuck up. shut up. I am sick and tired of your attitude. every single time I say something you escalate it and drag it. no one can ever tell you shit because you feel like you know everything. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to be in this marriage as much as you but guess what? we don’t have a choice. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life arguing with you this shit is getting old. do you understand me?”.

your eyes grew as his tone of his voice. he slipped into a dialect you never heard out of him before. your heart raced and you nod at his words with your jaw aching painfully. he finally releases you and you glare back at his angered face while touching your jaw. you breathe heavy,

“why couldn’t you have gotten your point across without putting your hands on me?”.

“because I know you’d like it if I put my hands on you wouldn’t you?”.

and after that line, there was nothing but the heated stares and silence rising from the space between you. beomgyu took this time to admire your body from this close. he lets his fingers brushes against your thighs, following up your curves and your boobs and you let him. because it’s what you wanted. it’s all you wanted. you wanted beomgyu to touch you.

he stared you in your needy eyes before clasping his hand around your neck.

“you like it don’t you?”.

as soon as you bite your lips and nod beomgyu is already crashing his lips into yours. it was a kiss identical to this kiss from earlier except this time he kissed you hungrily. all this time he was craving you and now he couldn’t get enough. each time he pulled back for air he went in for more allowing his tongue to battle yours like a warrior, both pair of your hands curiously wandering the unfamiliar body of the other. he lifts your dress up and you unbuckle his slacks. he inches down to your neck and sucks skin burning hickeys that elicited soft moans from your lips. and they turned beomgyu on more than they should’ve because he never heard you moan before. he unzips your dress, let his fingers tease your slit through your panties while his tongue made a trail to your nipples.

you gasp in shock at the way he was sucking them, his head bobbing slowly on each nub before flicking them with his tongue. you mewl soft enough to be inaudible to the driver. not that he could hear much anyway with how loud the engine was roaring. he sticks his fingers in your panties and tease your clit while sucking your nipples obediently like the puppy he was. you push down and grind on his fingers, never in a million years thinking you’d be moaning for gyu like this.

he clasps his hand around your neck once more watching your grind your hips down on his fingers. he scoffs, “with the way you speak to me you don’t deserve to feel this good”. your head tilted back as your needy noises flooded the air. you wanted him so bad. you knew this wouldn’t be enough to get you off.

“look at your face. you want to be fucked don’t you?”. you nod as best as you could. “beg for it”.

you shamelessly obliged. “pplease beomgyu, please fuck me”.

“tell me that you’re going to stop talking back to me“.

“ffuck i’m going to stop talking back”. you groan.

“tell me you’re going to work on your attitude”.

“I’m ggoing to work on my attitude!”.

“you promise?”.

“yyes I promise”. you stammer.

words couldn’t explain how good you felt when beomgyu finally stuffed himself in you. he kept his thumb on your clit and fucked up into you as fast and hard as he possibly could. he disregarded your sweet cries or the love bites you created in his neck. he disregarded how much you clawed at his shoulder blades or squeezed the back of his neck. you were sopping wet for him and he wanted to feel all of you. he didn’t care how rough he was. he wanted to teach you a lesson once and for all.

“you’re so fucking--mmh”. beomgyu groans.

you caress his wrists while he chokes you and you moan while mindlessly drooling all over his fingers. he rubs your clit in small circles. you pant heavily feeling your hips stutter in his thrusts. “yyou’re going to make me ccum beomgyu-”. you whine, “fuck you’re going to make me cum”, you whine in a higher tone than anticipated.

“after you cum I don’t want to hear any mouth from you anymore. who owns you?”.

“yyou ! you own me beomgyu! fuckkk I’m cumming”.

your hips bucked while you released only for beomgyu to clutch your thighs and continue his sloppy thrusts inside you. you feel bad for the mess you were making on his lap but it seemed as if he didn’t care. you whined into the crook of his neck while he was overstimulating you until he finally got his fix.

“I’m almost done baby”. he groans while thrusting into you a few more times before painting your insides with his cum. with a heaving chest he lands a hot blooded kiss on your mouth.

“if we’re... going to start being nice to each other i’m sorry for talking to you that way“, -- “you just get me so angry sometimes”.

you couldn’t believe your ears. choi beomgyu was apologizing. you swallow your pride and kiss him back.

“it’s going to take a long time for me... to get used to being nice to you but I’m willing to try“,--- “and I’m sorry for my attitude and the way I belittle you. I’ll work on it”.

beomgyu smirks. “because I own you right?”.

you roll your eyes and playfully scoff. “fine”.

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vanillann · 3 years

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the third rule debacle (emily prentiss x fem!reader)

a/n: this request spark something in me. also my wlw are always so soft omg it’s so cute

word count: 1.9k

warning: swearing and sexual innuendos

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Emily Prentiss had three rules that she followed in her life, she normally didn’t like these types of rules but these three were important.

Rule one was never to let her mother know too much. She learned that the hard way after she told her mother about this boy she liked or thought she liked, and she invited his entire family to dinner to talk about it.

Rule two was never let Penelope say she’d be DD for a night out. She never actually stayed sober, she loved pretty drinks with umbrellas in them, and Emily didn’t mind being sober most nights.

Rule three was don’t ever date a coworker, which is something Emily was known for at FBI Headquarters. She just thought it made things messy and complex for no good reasons, close friends were great but anything more was a bad idea.

Until they got a new teammate from the CIA, who asked to work closely with fewer international crimes, who sat across from Emily with a sticky sweet smile that made Emily have a sweet tooth.

She hated rule three so much it was giving her stomach aches because she sat there like a goddess and Emily wondered why she even made this rule anyways. She was starting to look dumb every time she’d wink from the other side of the bullpen at her or when she told Morgan he “wasn’t her type” then turned to look at her.

“Come on Em, you’d look so hot together!” Pen moved her glass on the table, her word somewhat slurred and Emily was confused about how she was already wasted.

“I think I’m on Pen's side this time,” JJ tilted her head to Pen but never lost eye contact with Em. JJ was getting annoyed at the pinning, so annoyed she started ranting to Henry about it.

“I don’t date coworkers,” Emily played with the glass of water in front of her, playing with the droplets as they fell down to distract her from her own problem. Could it be easily solved? Yes. Would it be? Probably not.

“But what if she is your exception,” JJ spoke sincerely, so sincerely it scared Emily shitless.

Pen slammed her fist into the table, her mouth wide open as she sang “you are my only exception” and Emily recognized the song quickly. It was Hayley Williams for crying out loud.

“Who’s an exception?” Em looked over her shoulder at an overly confident Morgan and normally she would have loved to see him but it made her feel worse. Morgan was supposed to pick up (Y/N) which meant she was now here and Emily would be left pining for her all night.

“(Y/N),” JJ spoke softly, looking around Morgan to try and find the girl in question.

“She’s getting a drink over there.”

Emily looked to where Morgan’s finger pointed, smiling lightly when she spotted the girl leaned against the bar with a little smile on her face. Even under the rough bar lights over her head, she looked like something you’d rip from the magazine just to tap it to your wall.

She looked like everything Emily wanted in someone, minus working together.

“Just drop the silly rule,” Morgan dramatically rolled his eyes, watching Emily come back down to Earth.

“It’s not a silly rule, it’s serious!” Emily looked between her friends, hoping at least one would back her up but she was left empty-handed. She knew they were right, it wasn’t that serious but it felt serious. What if it ended in flames?

She already came to the team late, would they kick her off over this? Yeah, okay, maybe she was overthinking it but to Emily, this was the biggest reason she didn’t date coworkers.

“Ladies!”

(Y/N) came around the corner like a fast-moving bullet, her arms wrapping around JJ’s shoulder in a hurry. Her excitement bounced off her to Emily quickly, like it always did.

“(Y/N)! We were just talking about you!” Pen reached for the former CIA agent, her hand flying over her mouth as sound as she realized what she said.

“Glad to know I’m a topic of conversation,” she smiled slightly at Pen, squeezing her hand before she spun and spotted Emily watching her. A smile was quick grace on both of their lips, which just made the rest of the team's points made.

“How could we not talk about you,” Emily did her best for the comment not to come off too flirty but by JJ’s smirk she failed miserably.

“Well I hope it’s dirty like my martini,” the girl winked, smiling when the taller dude from the bar brought the drink over with a smile to the girl's energy. Emily shook her head and smiled to herself.

How couldn’t you adore that?

“So, is Spencer coming or-” she trailed off, looking to her other teammates to find her answers about the sweeter boy.

“He’s flying out to see his mom tonight,” Morgan nodded, his smile flatter slightly but he bounced back quickly.

“Man, I was hoping he’d be here so I could see him dance!”

The conversation was easy there like it always had been. (Y/N) was a great fit for the team, had everyone wrapped under her finger in seconds without trying. Emily knew she had imprinted the team forever, she had imprinted her forever.

“(Y/N), look at this baby panda!” Garcia reached across JJ, her pink blinged phone glittered under the lights of the bar. Without much thought, Pen pushed her phone father until her knuckles pushed the martini from the hardwood table into (Y/N) lap.

Her face was one of shock, looking down at her lap as the liquor pooled in her lap. Then a little smile painted across her cheeks and suddenly she was laughing, like throw your head back and make the room stop laughing.

“Better not let my PO find me,” she joked, smiling when JJ took the few napkins from the table and tried to clean up the little mess that was made. Pen continued to apologize, her eyes welling up with tears before (Y/N) reached for her hand.

“Pen, it was just an old Green Day shirt. Don’t worry sweets, as long as it wasn’t the Chemical Romance we’re clear,” she smiled at Pen, which made the blonde release drunk giggles.

“I’m gonna go clean up,” she waved off the table, taking a few of the napkins JJ had with her as she pushed back everyone until she found where she was looked for. Emily watched her back until she could no more, her eyes suddenly trained on the door.

“Go talk to her, I’m begging you,” JJ reached across the table, her hands clapped together with pleading eyes.

“Rules were made to be broken Em,” Morgan shrugged, his body already moving so Emily could slide out the small wooden booth.

“Says the FBI agent,” Emily smirked and Morgan slid out the booth anyways. She knew they were right, it was clear as day she needed to confess something. She knew (Y/N) felt somewhat the same, she at least hoped.

Her boots were moving over the sticky floor of the bar before she registered that she left the table. Her mind followed the same route (Y/N) did seconds ago. An older man reached out to catch her attention but she walked right around him. No soul could get in the way of her right now, because she finally was ready to break rule three.

Fuck rule three, rule three was made for the scared girl who didn’t know what she felt like, but she was going to find out.

Her hand lightly pushed open the door to the bathroom, smiling when she spotted her standing in front of the mirror with the paper towels in her hand. She looked up from her shirt, smiling at Emily in the mirror than looking back at the mess.

“Gotta piss?”

“Oh god no,” Emily let out a little laugh, she didn’t say anything funny but she knew she couldn’t stay serious if this was going to go her way.

“Good, I wasn’t giving my bathroom,” she smiled under her breath, something Emily never found that attractive before she did it.

Emily finally walked into the bathroom, letting the door lightly shut behind her. She realized how harsh the red tank top as a leather jacket was against the white tiled of the bathroom, but standing next to the girl, woman, in the Green Day tee with a stain down the front and the most acidic washed jeans she’d seen, she felt right where she belonged.

“Can we talk?”

“Of course Em,” she spoke without looking up, her hand moving to the tap to turn on the water.

“Are you free Sunday?”

Her hand stopped on the cold water knob, her eyes slowly moving from the tee to her own eyes. She couldn’t believe she had said it that smoothly too. She didn’t stutter or try to fight it. She didn’t wanna fight now she felt anymore.

“Why?”

“I was thinking dinner,” Emily leaned on the wall beside the sink, her finger coming up to her mouth as she bit her fingernails, cursing Spencer for bringing it up as her nervous habit, now she can’t stop.

“Like date dinner?”

“Hopefully.”

Emily gave her best smile, hoping that would make her more inclined to say yes, although she was hoping she liked her more to just say it to start with.

“I thought you didn’t date coworkers,” (Y/N) turned so her side was leaning against the sink, her body now facing Emily’s right on. That just made her more intimidated.

Emily didn’t really know what to say at first. Does she give her the long version about how she thinks they’d be good? Does she just tell her things have changed? As her brain wrapped around something to say, her brain went back to Pen singing the Paramore song and she couldn’t stop the smile that split her face in two.

“You’re my exception,” Emily spoke the words casually, shrugging as if she didn’t think over her words over words forever.

But it was worth it as (Y/N) smiled, pushing off the sink and reaching out from Emily. Her hand curled at the back of her neck, her face pulling closer to her own as their lips collided. Emily could feel her lip gloss running off her own lips onto her own, and nothing made her smile more than knowing she had proof now.

She was kissing her and her lips were as soft as frosting and Emily was so thankful for her sweet tooth. She was her sugar high she’d never come down from. As their kiss became the ghost of one, the world filled back in. She remembered she was in a dingy bar bathroom while her liquor ran into her shirt more and more.

“I’m actually completely free this Sunday,” (Y/N) licked her lips, smiling to herself as she looked up at Emily with the most innocent look in her eye.

“Never pictured you tasting like strawberries.”

Emily smirked, leaning in for another because she needed a taste of what breaking rules felt like.

“You thought about how I’d taste.”

“Oh all the time,” she rolled her eyes and smirked but leaned in herself because while she was her sugar, Emily Prentiss was her spice and she wasn’t going to stop reminding them both.

Emily smiled a little harder as she exited the bathroom because she both ruled three for the girl she’d break the law for.

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beautiful sunrises

request from anon - Hi! Can I please request a oneshot Robin x fem! reader where robin loves sunrises and the reader doesn't? And maybe like, could you make it so Robin comes out to the reader as having a crush on her? Just something crazy soft. Thanks!

summary - robin wakes the reader up so the two of them can experience a beautiful sunrise together. in doing so, the two of them have a needed conversation.

warnings - there’s some slight referenced homophobia and some slight cursing, but other than that, this is just a super soft story!

word count - 1.5k

a.n. - i really enjoyed writing this story, and i hope whoever requested this enjoys reading it! let me know your thoughts on this story, if you have any :)

Robin had always loved sunrises. That's nice, but you loved to sleep. Plus, to you, they looked the same every day anyways.

The two of you had shared a room in an uncomfortably small apartment. You have the bed, and Robin has a shitty-blow up mattress- for now, at least. Your grandmother owned the apartment, and allowed for you the two of you to live there.

She had a house of her own to stay in; one you had always found fascinatingly beautiful thanks to its Victorian style and dark color scheme.

Robin had recently been kicked out of her mother's home for reasons she absolutely refused to say- causing her to show up at your door one night with puffy eyes, a red nose, and a bag of clothes. You, of course, immediately welcomed her with open arms.

The two of you had only lived together for a week so far, and if you're being completely honest with yourself, you loved having her around. She could cook, she had an amazing taste in tunes, and she somehow enjoyed cleaning. Not only that, but she never failed to make you smile.

The only problem was those goddamn sunrises.

"C'mon, Y/N, it's beautiful out!" Robin said, pulling back the dark curtains that kept your room comfortably safe from the brightness outside. "I promise, it's totally worth looking at."

You softly groaned in response, turning over slowly.

Even though your head ached from whatever stupid thing you'd done the night before, even though your blankets were the softest things you'd ever felt over your eyes, you looked up from your comfortable mountain of pillows and out of the window she held open for you.

"C'monnnn, get up, Sleeping Beauty." Robin said with a beautifully bright smile. The fact anyone could manage to be so beautiful this early in the morning simply astounded you.

Playfully, you roll your eyes. Robin had picked up the habit of calling you 'Sleeping Beauty', a nickname you surprisingly didn't hate. In fact, the first time she called you Sleeping Beauty, a soft blush dusted your cheeks and your stomach twisted in knots.

"I made coffee with cinnamon, just the way you like." She said, now closing the curtain. "Come drink a cup outside with me."

You sighed deeply, throwing your blanket from your body before swinging your legs over the side of your bed. Yawning, you rub your eyes.

"What time is it even anyway?" You question, standing up. Your feet were greeted with cold wooden floors, flooring that never failed to send a shiver up your spine.

"6:02." Robin replied, running a hand through her hair. If you had it your way, you'd get another solid three hours before even contemplating getting up. But there was something special about Robin, something that made you want to get up and just be with her.

"You're not gonna regret this." She said with a smile before leaving the room, likely to go slip on some shoes.

Once alone, you stretched and threw on a Hawkins High sweater-shirt, then slipping on a pair of black flip-flops.

You walked from your room, each step being announced by your flip-flop making a soft smacking sound on your heel.

There Robin stood, two cups of coffee in her hand and a small smirk pulling at her lips.

You smiled a small moment, running a hand through your locks. "You never fail to amaze." You said as you took your cup from her. Robin could make an absolutely amazing cup of coffee, and she knew it.

"Why, thank you." Robin chirped, opening the door for the two of you to walk out of.

Thankfully, your apartment was settled on the first floor, which meant you didn't have to walk up and down stairs every day to get home.

Robin led the way, heading towards the back door.

There's something so strange about the fact you now have Robin living with you. Just a week ago, the summer was gearing up to be hot, boring, and lonely.

Now, while it may still be hot, it definitely won't be boring or lonely. And you were thankful for that- even if you didn't know how to express it.

Soon, the two of you walk outside, being greeted with a warm breeze that hugged your skin and messed your hair.

You took a seat on the stairs, Robin joining next to you.

The both of you remained silent as you gazed up at the sky.

It truly was stunning. Vibrantly pink and orange clouds were visible, with a beautiful fluffiness you almost couldn't comprehend. The sun itself was only just beginning to make an appearence from behind the clouds, allowing for hazy rays of pure shine to jet out in seemingly random pockets of beauty.

The air was sweet now with the smell of lilacs and grass, making lovlieness swirl around in your lungs and mind.

Robin, however, wasn't looking at the sunrise. She couldn't help from staring at you- at the way your eyes were glossed over with vibrant pinks and oranges, at the way your lips parted slightly in awe of what was before you, at the way your hair was an absolutely gorgeous mess.- and you noticed this.

Looking to her with a small smile, you raise an eyebrow. "I thought the whole reason we came out here was to watch the sun rise."

"Yeah..." But I'm watching something even more beautiful than any sunrise I've ever seen before, Robin thought. "But I just like seeing your reaction. It's cute." She said. Fuck- was adding the word 'cute' too much? Fuck.

Softly, you blush, looking away and down to your cup of coffee. Cute. A simple word, one you never paid much mind to. You had been called cute before. In fact, you used to dislike the word 'cute' because of how childish it sounded. But now- due to it falling from her lips- it couldn't help from buzzing around your in mind.

"Umm... Y/N?" Robin softly asked. She noticed the blush on your cheeks, and felt the need to say something. She looked to the sky, seeing more soft pastel pinks and oranges than before. Already, she felt a lump growing in her throat.

"Hmm?" You softly hummed, looking over to her. Her change of tone was somewhat concerning. It felt like the tone people took up when they had something bad to say.

"I uhh... I wanted to tell you why my mom kicked me out." She said. She still wouldn't look at you, which made anxiety begin to brew in the pit of your stomach. Why wouldn't she look at you? Why was her voice in that tone? Why was her freckled skin growing pale?

"Oh? Alright." You said with a small smile. "But umm, Rob, you don't have to. Like- not unless you're absolutely sure you want to."

Your words of comfort drew a small, unsure smile to Robin's lips. Would you hate her after this? Fuck...

"Well, Y/N..." She took a deep breath in, one that made her chest dramatically rise and fall. "I was writing a letter for someone really special to me that just spoke about how much I like them and how beautiful and smart and funny I think they are-" She said quietly, cutting herself off from rambling. She could feel her pulse pumping under her skin- in the back of her throat.

You tried your best not to frown, not to express the million questions you had swarming around your brain. Who was this someone? You weren't jealous- no. You weren't about to even let yourself think you were jealous... But still, envy found a way to grown tight vines around your mind.

Robin's jaw clenched as her gaze dropped from the sky and to the uncut flowing grass below. "My mom found the letter and..." She wet her lips "and she made me tell her who it was about." She murmured softly. Her grip on her mug was growing considerably tighter.

She went silent for a few moments.

"It was about you, Y/N." She finally choked out. "I-It was about you."

You frowned in confusion, along with a bit of shock. "Me?" You repeated. Maybe you're just misunderstanding what she's saying-

Robin brought her dark blue eyes to your own and nodded. "I like you. I like you a lot." She said softly. Her insides were squirming. God- what was the expression you had on your face? Horror? Disgust? Hatred?

A smile pulled to your lips, one that absolutely radiant- one that took Robin's breath away for a moment. There wasn't anything except for absolute joy and... maybe even love in your eyes.

Taking her hand into your own, you gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I like you too, Robin."

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that-freaky-mysterious-one · 4 years

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Roll Some Mo'

Summary: Bucky Barnes x Black! Fem! Reader, When you and Sam learn of Bucky's night terrors, you two come up with a solution to his problem. What you two don't know, however, is that will create more problems than initially meant.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and your beautiful self! <3

A/N: mentions and use of marijuana, slight swearing, this is my first fanfic, let me know your thoughts! :D

It was a little known fact that you smoked weed. The earthy, floral scent when it was fresh out the bag? You loved it. Tricks such as the Ghost and French Inhale? Mastered with ease. Not to mention all the afternoons spent bonding with Sam over funny stories about each other's lives. That's wasn't the main reason why you smoked it, though.

You had really bad menstrual cramps. You'd always had painful cramps, but as you got older, they seemed to get worse. So bad, you got sick and had to miss out on some missions, and there was no time for that. So when your best friend Sam took you to a doctor to get a weed card and to a dispensary one day, you had finally found a solution that worked. Though you used medical marijuana with CBD in it, you'd occassionally buy goodies with THC in it, so y'all got high and did all the fun stuff.

It was just you, Sam, and some cannabis against the world.

That's when Bucky crash landed into your lives. He was a bit rough around the edges and closed off to most, but once you sat down with him and got to know him, he revealed himself to be shy and sweet. He was so adorable!

You two had hit it off right away! He was such a sweetheart, and you just adored his innocence and sense of humor.

Then, he told you about his anxiety, and how Hydra had abused him. He told you about the night terrors he'd have, and how he'd never get a good night's rest.

That's when you got the idea to add him to your, as Sam called it, "Avengers Weed Fanclub," circle. You figured this would give him a chance to open up to you and Sam, and hopefully, sleep better at night. You wanted to let him know you truly were there for him.

So that night, after getting him a card and buying various products at your favorite dispensary, you sat him and Sam down on your bedroom floor, and taught him all you knew about cannabis, from how to roll a joint to how much of an edible to eat at a time.

"So, do you want to try some tonight before you go to sleep?" you asked Bucky, hoping he'd be open to this.

"Hell yeah," he exclaimed, making all three of us laugh at his enthusiasm. "Can I try the THC stuff, though? Just to know how it feels."

"My man," Sam said, giving Bucky a high five. "(Y/N), can you open some RAWs real quick while I grind these for Buck?"

"Of course," you say, as Bucky looks between you two, watching Sam open a bag of flowers and load the grinder with them, then to you folding your papers, then back to Sam twisting the cap back and forth, and finally, to him handing you the grinded buds to pack into the paper. He was totally lost.

He watched intently as you used your fingertips to pack the paper. You were tedious with your work, just to make sure every joint you made hit just right.

"Bruh, hurry up, it doesn't take that long to roll a joint." Sam said, obviously joking, but wanting to start smoking.

"Don't rush me, I'm not about to have an ugly lookin' joint that doesn't hit. My joint always look cute and always hit." You responded, earning an eyeroll from Sam and a chuckle from Bucky.

Finally, you added a filter and began to twist the paper closed in between your fingers. When you concentrated really hard, your eyebrows furrowed, your nostrils flared a little, and your lips did the cutest little pout. Bucky was intrigued by this, and he didn't know why, but he was just so drawn to your lips. Maybe it was the way your lip gloss made your lips pop.

But you were just friends. It was just a little crush, and he enjoyed being you friend. He didn't wanna ruin that.

It was after you pulled the final piece of paper closed and exclaimed "Alright, looks good," with that genuine smile that he loved that he snapped out of these thoughts and reached for the joint , careful not to ruin your "masterpiece".

"Have you ever smoked a cigarette before?" Sam asked him, wondering if he had to teach another person how inhale without them coughing a lung up.

"Yeah, I used to all the time," he said, putting the joint between his lips. "Mind giving me a light?"

You put a towel under the door, flicked the lighter with your thumb, and brought the flame up to his joint. You looked up and locked eyes with him, both of you holding each other's gaze. You weren't gonna lie, he was handsome. It was just so easy to love him.

You were just friends, though, and you didn't want to ruin that. You enjoyed his company, and you didn't want to scare him off with your feelings.

He inhaled deep, held the smoke in his mouth, and exhaled forcefully, coughing a little as he did so. All you and Sam could was give each other a look and chuckle to yourselves.

After a couple more hits, all he could muster up was, "Delicious," in a low, husky voice with a smirk on his face. You and Sam bust out laughing, because you knew it was already starting to kick in.

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After a couple of hours of smoking more joints, talking about Steve's hilarious past behind his back, playing UNO, and having a genuinely good time, Bucky said "I'm tired,", followed by him yawning.

"Yeah, it is pretty late," said Sam, yawning as well. "We should probably go to sleep."

You got high, but you never really had the symptoms of it. The red eyes, poor muscle coordination, none of it. You just became goofy as hell. You did get the munchies sometimes, though.

These two, however, looked burnt as hell. Both of them were slumped up against your bed, with red and droopy eyes. They were fighting sleep and were currently sharing their third bag of chips.

"Alright, well, 'night guys," you said to both of them, getting up to light a Nag Champa. You loved how fresh weed smelled, but after it was burnt, totally different story. So you used the incense to rid your room of the smell.

"'Night," they said in unison, both tripping over each other a couple of times before actually making it out your room, leaving you rolling around on the floor laughing.

Finally, you gathered the strength to get back up. After a couple of minutes of watching T.V., you blew out your incense, changed into a t-shirt, and climbed into bed, letting sleep consume you.

---------------------4 hours later-------------------

Your eyes blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the darkness of your room. Usually, when you woke up in the middle of the night, you had a certain gut feeling, and it was never good. Something just told you to check on Bucky. Just to make sure he was okay and still asleep.

So, you got up, put on a robe and some slippers, and walked to Bucky's room.

"Bucky," you whispered into the dark room, earning no response. "Bucky, you okay?"

You pushed the door open a crack, just to look in to see if he was asleep, but you saw nothing.

"Bucky?" you called out, walking into his room, turning on his lamp, and looking around, only to find nothing.

"Damn it," you whispered to yourself. Now you had a man who had never been high before running around the Avengers Facility.

"Bucky," you called out softly. You were starting to worry where Bucky was. He was supposed to be asleep, not be wandering around the facility. What if he left the facility? What if he hurt himself? "Bucky," you called out a little louder. "Bucky, where are you?"

"Dude, shut up. I'm trying to sleep," Sam said groggily, rubbing his eyes as he left his room to see what you were up for. "What are you going on about, anyway?"

"Bucky's missing."

"WHAT?"

"Shhhhh, I don't want to wake anyone else."

"Oh, so you can wake me up at 3 a.m., but everyone else is supposed to be able to sleep?"

"Can you help me find him?"

"No, I'm goin' back to sleep."

"Please?"

"Uh-uh."

"Sam, I'm begging you," you said, tears starting to prick your eyes from the worry taking over you. "Please."

He took a long look at you, rolled his eyes, released a dramatic sigh, and muttered a "Fine." This earned him a tight hug and multiple rushed "thank you's" from you.

"Yeah, yeah whatever," he said, patting you on the back. "Okay, you can stop now. If we don't find him, I'm takin' my black ass back to bed."

You guys looked everywhere. Well, maybe not everywhere. The facility was big as hell, and there was no way in hell you were going to search the whole base. You did, however, look everywhere you two thought he would be.

You searched the gym, the firing range, the lounge, etc. It wasn't until you went into the kitchen that found quite an interesting sight.

Did you find Bucky? Yes. How you'd found him? Well, let's just say when you two found him, surprised was an understatement.

Bucky was sitting on top of the refrigerator, eyes bloodshot, with the most blank expression, eating Sam's box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He was so fried!

" Oh, hey guys," Bucky slurred out. "How you doin'?"

"Bucky, how the hell did you get on top of the refrigerator?" Sam asked, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

"It's kinda complicated."

"AND ARE YOU EATING MY CINNAMON TOAST CRUNCH?"

"Dude, chill. I'll buy you more in the morning."

"Sam, can you just help me get him down?" you somewhat whined back at Sam. You just wanted to get Bucky back to sleep so that you could do the same.

"Please come down, Bucky" you said, reaching your hands out for him like an infant wanting to be picked up.

"NO!" he shouted, frowning like a toddler and folding his arms over his chest in pure childishness.

It took awhile for you to get him down. With Sam arguing with Bucky on whether he should take his weed, and Bucky just being plain stubborn at this point, you didn't make any progress for awhile. You decided to insert yourself, telling Sam you'd take care of it and to just go back to sleep.

"Don't have to tell me twice. Good luck," with that, Sam was gone, allowing you to focus on getting Bucky down.

"Bucky, it's 3 a.m., how and why are you on top of the refridgerator?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night hungry, so I came down here and Sam's cereal was the one thing in sight, so I used the counter as a stepping stool to get to the top of the fridge, and since then, I've just been chillin' up here."

"Okay, can you please just come down, now?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he said with a smirk. "Yes, yes I will."

Bucky proceeds to somehow hop off the fridge, onto the counter, and finally, onto the ground before almost tripping. If you hadn't been there to catch him, he would've fallen on his face.

"Thank you," he mumbled into your shoulder.

"No problem. Now, let's get you back to bed."

Once you finally got back to the sleeping quarters, you bring Bucky back to his room, make sure he's situated, and then leave to return to your to room. You then notice as your walking down the hallway, you hear footsteps that don't quite match your own.

"Bucky, you have to STAY in bed to go back to sleep," you said not even turning around. You didn't even have to turn around to know it was him. He was the only still up aside from yourself, not to mention he was the only one still high.

"But I'm not tired."

"But I am, so you have to go to sleep."

"But I'm lonesome."

"When you're asleep, you won't have to worry about that."

"But I-"

"No more 'buts', just go to sleep."

"Can I just hang out in you room? Just until I get sleepy."

"Yeah, fine, whatever, just don't try to stay up all night, because I want to go to sleep."

"Yea! Thank you," he exclaimed, hugging you from behind and shaking his hair in your face.

"Shhhhh, you ain't about to be hollerin' all night, especially in my room."

"Okay, sorry"

You walked him by the arm back to your room, hoping he'd fall asleep as soon as you got him in.

"Okay Bucky, just, you know, fall asleep," you said, easing him onto the foot of the bed.

"Okay," he responded in a small, sheepish voice.

You leave to go use the bathroom one more time and get comfortable before you go back to bed, come back, and find him going through your edibles.

"Bucky, no!"

"Why do you have food on a shelf?"

"Those are edibles, and to hide them from nosey-roseys like you!"

"You should share these, man. They're delicious."

You paused for a good minute, inhaled deeply, approached Bucky, and said "Bucky, did you eat any of those?"

"Just a little piece, about a pinch." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay, just go lay down while I clean this up," you said, slightly agitated.

As you're cleaning, you hear Bucky whisper a husky "Damn, doll" under his breath. You forgot you had taken off your robe, leaving you in nothing but your panties and a t-shirt.

"Bucky, you're supposed to be sleeping, or at least trying to, not watching me."

"But you're so beautiful, especially without all that clunky junk you wear on missions."

"You think so," you say, laying on your stomach next to where he was sitting.

"I know so," he says, looking you in the eyes with his blood-shot, blue eyes.

"Nah, I think you're just high," you say laughing his "compliment" off.

"No, I mean it, really. You're a very beautiful woman," he says leaning back, laying his head on your butt.

"You just like looking at my booty!"

"Maybe I do. It is quite nice. It's like a pillow," he said chuckling under his breath.

"Are you gonna fall asleep like this?"

"Only if you'll let me," he says, looking up at you with his chin still on your butt.

"Bucky....get under the covers, you silly goose."

"Okay," he said as you both giggled at his actions.

You and Bucky got under the covers together and watched "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" reruns all night, or morning, long until you felt something laying on your bosom and you heard light snoring. You looked down to see Bucky had fallen asleep, and you were happy to see him finally sleeping, peacefully at that.

With that, you turned off the T.V., cradled Bucky's head to your chest, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "Goodnight, Bucky," to him, only earning a low rumble in return. Though Bucky may not remember it, this was one of the best nights of your life.

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Unforgettable

A/N: Hello again! This is the next songfic that I’ve had written. This time it’s ‘Unforgettable’ by Thomas Rhett (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_T8ml-P0GkI) with Joe! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x fem!Reader

Summary: The night you met Joe Mazzello was one neither of you would forget.

Warnings: Drinking, Cursing, Fluff

Taglist: @queenlover05 @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhye

You loved October. The heat of summer was finally gone, the stress of the holidays weren’t upon everybody yet, but your favorite part of October was the festival that your hometown put on.

Your hometown always put on a week long celebration halfway through October for Founder’s Day. It ended with the weekend street carnival.

You were hanging the sign for the funnel cake station when you heard a familiar voice.

“Ya know, I don’t think that sign is straight.”

You looked down from the ladder and smiled at the man. David.

You and David had become best friends in high school during Freshman P.E.. The two of you bonded over everything: hatred of Math, crushes on boys, love of English. You’d even applied to the same colleges. That hadn’t worked out, but the two of you stayed close.

“Like you know about straight,” you replied as you climbed down.

He gasped and then laughed, pulling you into a tight hug.

You and David had become best friends in high school during Freshman P.E.. The two of you bonded over everything, hatred of Math, crushes on boys, love of English. You’d even applied to the same colleges. That hadn’t worked out, but the two of you stayed close.

“Ooooh I missed you!” He pulled away, kept his hands on your arms and looked you over. “You look amazing! Finally took Mickie’s advice about the highlights I see.”

“Oh yeah, she threatened to not do my hair anymore unless I finally did them.”

“Well they look great,” he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“You look great! New York City suits you,” you looked him over. It was true. He looked in shape and had grown his hair out a little.

“Well thank you, thank you. I gotta get home and see my parents, but I saw your cute little butt up on that ladder and wanted to stop and say hi. I’ll see you later, okay? They still do the adult stuff after eight, right?”

“Yeah, and now we can legally partake!”

“Of course! I’m a lawyer now, I don’t do anything illegal,” David winked at you and then squeezed your arms. “I really gotta go! See you tonight!”

David spun around and left. You watched him and waved as he drove away. Now you were really excited for tonight.

You looked yourself over in the mirror and fluffed your hair. You thought you looked pretty cute. You were in your favorite skinny jeans, a pair of boots, and a flannel shirt. You topped it with a beanie. You put on some lip gloss and off you went.

You were jamming out to your Queen playlist when you pulled up in your car and parked.

“Nat!” You smiled at the old woman behind the ticket table.

“Y/N! Knew we’d see you soon! How are you?”

“Great, Nat. How’s everybody here?”

“Oh good, good,” she looked around like she could see everybody. “I know Missy is running the bar so you know you’ll be getting some heavy pours tonight.”

You started laughing. “Perfect. What else is Founder’s weekend for?”

“Damn right. Now go in,” Nat slid a wristband on your wrist (so they could tell that you were over 21). “And have fun!”

You walked in and went to the bar first to see Missy.

“Y/N! How ya doing, sweetheart?”

“Great, Miss, how are you?”

“Fantastic! You know Lydia won’t put those books down that you gave her.”

You beamed. “That’s great, Missy.”

“First drink’s on the house for you. What would you like?”

“What do you have?”

“Oooh I know you like mango. Hold on for a second,” Missy disappeared for a moment and then came back with a big can. “Mango-rita.”

You took a sip. “That’s good!” You started to pull out your wallet and Missy waved her hand at you.

“If you try to pay me for that I’ll kick you out. Now go and come back when that’s empty.”

You chuckled. “Fine, but I will be back.”

“I sure hope so!”

You left the bar and walked out into the crowd, ready to find your friends. You found some and started talking and catching up with them. You were almost done with your drink when somebody ran into you.

“Oh shit!”

You looked up and saw a pair of apologetic hazel eyes and a kind face.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright. Are uh…” you noticed him swaying slightly. Not enough for you to be concerned, but enough that you noticed. “Are you drunk?”

He scoffed. “No, I’m totally sober.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Yeah, right.”

“Alright, maybe I’m not totally sober,” he relented. “But I am Joe.”

“I’m Y/N,” you smiled at him.

“Are you from around here?”

“I am. But you’re not. Where are you from?”

“New York,” Joe smiled and your heart melted a bit.

“Oh! A friend of mine…”

“Heeeeeeeeey, Y/N,” a slurred voice came from behind Joe.

You knew it all too well and rolled your eyes. You looked around Joe and made eye contact with your ex-boyfriend, Jason.

“Hi, Jason.”

“’Os this guy?” Jason eyed Joe up and down.

“Jason, this is Joe,” you started until Jason came around and threw an arm around your shoulders. You made eye contact with Joe and made a decision. You scooted your way around so you were next to him and took his hand. You hadn’t broken eye contact and were hoping that he could understand what you were silently asking.

“Like I was saying, this is Joe, my boyfriend.”

Joe looked down at your hands, then at you, then back at Jason with a grin.

“Yup, her boyfriend.” Joe’s voice wasn’t very strong.

Jason squinted suspiciously.

“Sure ‘bout that?”

“What can I say, man? A woman like this?” Joe made you spin around and then pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. You couldn’t help but giggle. “It always surprises me when she calls me her boyfriend.”

Jason sighed. “I get that.”

“Jason, who are you with tonight?” You asked softly. You really didn’t want him around, but you also didn’t want him to be left alone if he was this drunk.

“Phil, he’s,” Jason looked around, turning like a tornado. “PHIL!”

You looked over at Joe, who was trying not to laugh. You elbowed him in the side as Phil came up to grab Jason.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Phil bowed his head at you and then smacked Jason before dragging him away.

Once they were gone, you turned to Joe and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” you told him. “That was…”

“Your ex-boyfriend, I take it?”

You nodded.

“Long story?”

“A little bit.”

Joe looked around and then smiled at you.

“Well, you can tell me all about it at the bar. You can buy my a drink to make up for making me lie to that nice man.”

You laughed and felt Joe squeeze your hand. You glanced down at them and then back up him, thinking that he would pull his hand away. He didn’t. He intertwined your fingers and then you pulled him back towards Missy’s.

“Ah, welcome back,” Missy smiled at you and then looked at Joe. “And hello, where did you come from?”

“Missy,” you hissed at her.

“What? We get some new eye candy around here and I can’t…”

“How would Tony feel?” You raised your eyebrows at her.

“You always bring the husbands into this. Alright, what can I get you?”

“I’ll take another one of these,” you shook your empty can at her. “And then whatever my handsome friend here is having.”

“I’ll have an IPA,” Joe told Missy, pulling his wallet out.

“Coming right up,” Missy winked at you and then turned to get the drinks.

“So, you think I’m handsome, huh?” Joe smirked at you.

“I…” you felt a heat rise up the back of your neck. “I mean, you’re not the worst looking guy here.”

“I’ll take it,” Joe replied with a shrug.

“And you’ll take these,” Missy put the drinks in front of you. “On the house.”

“Missy,” you groaned at her.

“Look, you’re a teacher. You deserve all the free alcohol in the world. But since I don’t have that, I give you what I can.” Then she looked to Joe. “And you’re with her, so I guess you get a pass.” Missy walked down the bar to get somebody else’s order, Joe put a $10 bill in the tip jar.

“Wow, you must be pretty important to get free drinks,” Joe chuckled before he hook a drink.

You shrugged, a little embarrassed. “I mean, I’m just an elementary school teacher.” You loved your job, but you never thought of it as something to get you free stuff. You loved kids and watching them grow through out the year made your job worth it.

“I’d say that’s pretty important,” Joe smiled softly at you, making your heart flutter for a moment. You looked away and took a drink, trying to hide the smile on your face. “Elementary school teachers can make or break an entire childhood. I have a feeling you make a lot of them better.”

You felt a blush come to your cheeks at that and took a drink to cover it.

“So, what’s this long story with Jason?”

You looked back to Joe and raised an eyebrow.

“Do you not want to tell me?” He asked, seemingly concerned he may have upset you.

“I can, just most guys don’t want to hear about the ex on the first…meeting.” Why had you wanted to say date? You had literally just met the guy and talked for about five minutes. How did that constitute a date?

“Tell me anyway.”

You went into the whole story about Jason. How the two of you were on and off during high school and college until you caught him cheating on you and that was the final straw to you. It was a few years ago, but it still hurt a little bit to talk about. Joe must’ve noticed because he offered you condolences. It made you smile for a second.

“Let’s play a game,” Joe’s voice seemed to be trying to lighten the mood all by itself.

“Alright, let’s play a game.”

Joe squinted at you for a second and then slammed his hand down on the bar.

“Your middle name is Natalie.”

You started laughing. “No.”

“I’m very good with names, I’ll get it.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that came to your lips. “I bet you a shot that you can’t.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Joe offered his hand to you. You took and shook his hand, hoping that he felt the same little rush of electricity you felt when your hands touched.

“Give me a hint.”

“Okay, it’s the same name as my grandmother,” you eyed him over your can before taking a drink.

“Got it. Nana! Missy, we’ll take a shot of…”

“Not even close. Try again,” you took another drink.

Joe was on his second beer (which he insisted on paying for, despite Missy’s protest) and you had just started your third Mango-rita. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so hard. Every time Joe guessed a name, he would tell you a story about someone with that name and the stories got crazier each time.

Between each name, you would hum ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ which had been stuck in your head since you got out of your car.

“Alright, it’s been half an hour. I think it’s time I give in. What’s your middle name?” Joe finally asked after your laughs died down from his story about his friend from college name ‘Rebecca’ that had swam in the fountain in front of the Dean’s house.

“Aw and I thought you were good with names,” you pouted at Joe, making sure to stick your bottom lip out a little bit more than you usually would. You noticed Joe’s eyes fixate on it. You watched as he wet his lips with his tongue quickly, almost like he didn’t want you to see it.

“Well, sometimes my powers are diminished if I’m in the presence of true beauty.”

You grinned, despite your best efforts to roll your eyes.

“You think you’re pretty smooth, don’t you?”

Joe just shrugged, but you saw him smile while he took a drink of his beer. You watched his Adam’s apple bob while he swallowed.

“It’s Daisy,” you finally told him.

“Daisy,” Joe hummed the name. “Y/F/N Daisy Y/L/N. I’ll have to remember that.”

You loved the way your name sounded coming from him.

“Why do you need to remember?” You started to take a drink.

“When I ask you to marry me, I’m going to use your full name.”

You coughed on your drink, certainly not expecting that answer at all. You felt Joe start to gently pat your back while you continued to cough. Once you stopped, you could still feel his hand on your back, but now it was rubbing gentle, soothing circles.

“Didn’t mean to kill you,” Joe said lightly now that your breathing had returned to normal.

“That’s a bold statement for only talking to somebody for thirty minutes.”

“What can I say? I’m a bold guy,” Joe winked at you. Then you felt his hand slide down your back and around to your ribs. He gave you a quick squeeze before taking his hand back.

You sort of hated yourself for how much you missed it. The feeling of his hand on you. It was warm and comforting. It made you want to see what it would feel like to have his hands…other places. Or maybe that was just the alcohol. Maybe it was the alcohol and Joe.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” Joe asked, poking to random spots on his face.

You shook your head. Had you been staring at him? Probably.

“Alright you two,” Missy reappeared, seemingly out of nowhere. “I just got told to send you to Doc’s.”

Your face lit up. “Sweet!” You looked to Joe’s confused face. “Up for some dancing?”

“Uh…”

“Too bad! We’re going! But before we go,” you looked at Missy with a huge grin. “We’ll take two shots oooof…” you looked at the bottles behind Missy. “Your best whiskey.”

“You got it,” Missy turned away again.

“Best whiskey, huh? Seems like you’re pulling out all the stops just for me,” Joe gave you a slight nudge.

“The best whiskey is for me. You just happen to be also drinking it.”

“If that’s what you have to tell yourself,” Joe smirked at you before finishing his beer.

“Here we go, kiddos,” Missy placed the shots in front of you.

You and Joe picked them up and clinked them together.

“To new friends,” you said.

“And to maybe more,” Joe winked before the two of you threw your shots back.

Neither of you took your eyes off each other as you put your shot glasses down on the bar. You watched Joe’s eyes rake over your body and it made you shiver involuntarily.

“Cold, sweetheart?”

“Not at all,” you smiled. “Ready to go to Doc’s?”

Missy gave you both new drinks (again refusing payment and Joe placed another ten in the tip jar). The two of you then set off for Doc’s.

“Oh shit,” Joe muttered. “Don’t look now, but I think Jason is over there.”

You started to look over Joe’s shoulder when Joe hissed at you.

“I said don’t look. I think you better take my hand, just in case.”

You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling.

“Well, if only to keep up the facade,” you responded before grabbed Joe’s hand and pulling him along.

You waved to some people that you knew and saw them look between you and Joe, trying to work what was happening between the two of you. It made you smile, knowing they would probably think that you and Joe were together. You liked the idea of that. Maybe it was way off. Maybe it was something that would never happen. Maybe you and Joe would get married like he mentioned.

For now, holding hands and dancing together would suffice.

You entered Doc’s, which was basically just a barn that had been repurposed for a dancefloor and bar. It was open all the time at the corner of the street, but this was the time that half the town packed in there.

“It’s loud in here!” Joe shouted.

“What?” You called back, getting closer to him. You’d heard him, but you really wanted to just be closer to him.

Joe let go of your hand and slid it to your waist. He pulled you close so that his mouth was right next to your ear.

“I said it’s loud in here!”

You smiled at him.

“Let’s dance!” You grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the dancefloor just as a new song came on. It was fast and Joe immediately brought you close, making sure your hips were pressed against each other. One of his hands was on your hip, the other was holding his beer. You rested your foreheads together and smiled. You put your free hand on his cheek and scratched at his stubble. You saw Joe’s eyes start to drift down to your lips. You started to lean in…

“Hate to break up whatever you two are doing, but I’ve got presents!” A sing-songy voice came from behind you.

You jumped away from Joe wanted to throttle whoever it was. The two of you had been so close…

You turned around to see David with three shot glasses. Okay, maybe not throttle them…

“David!” You threw your arms around him and kissed his cheek. Once you broke apart, David got between you and Joe. “Where did you get off to?”

“Oh here and there,” David winked. “I see you’ve made yourself acquainted with my friend Joe,” he nudged Joe in the ribs.

“You two know each other?” You asked as you looked between the two. Clearly it was a surprised to Joe that you knew David too.

“Oh yeah! Joe was the first straight guy I hit on in New York!” David laughed, making both you and Joe laugh with him.

“Is that right? So that must’ve been what? Your second day in town?”

David pretended to think about it. “Pretty sure it was my third, actually. He then very sweetly introduced me to somebody I’d have a much better chance with. And seems I may have done the same,” David waggled his eyebrows at the two of you.

You noticed a pinkish tint come to Joe’s cheeks, even in the dark lights of the barn. You thought it made him look adorable.

“Anyway! I saw you two having fun over here and thought maybe I’d join. With shots!” David handed the shot glasses to you and Joe.

You groaned. “The last time you and I did shots we almost got arrested!”

“Yeah, but you flirted with that cop and got us out of it!” David shrieked before giggling.

You noticed Joe’s eyes narrowed for a second before he laughed with David.

“You’ll have to tell me that story,” Joe seemed like he was telling both of you, but he was looking at you.

“Anyway! To new and old friends!” David proclaimed, all three of you bringing your glasses together.

“To new and old friends,” you and Joe repeated before all three of you threw your shots back.

You coughed and quickly sipped your drink as a chaser.

“God, really? Is this the cheapest vodka they had?”

“Sure is! Thought it would bring back our college days,” David laughed again. “Joe, it looks like you and Y/N need new drinks. Why don’t you go get ‘em?” David gave Joe a smile and Joe just shrugged, squeezed your hip as he walked by, and went to the bar.

“You know, I don’t know if I remember a time when I’ve seen you look at a man like that. Me excluded,” David nudged you.

You looked away from your friend, trying to hide your embarrassment and took another drink of your almost empty can.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Suuure you don’t. Oh, here he comes,” David nodded over your shoulder.

You spun around, only to see Joe still at the bar, talking to the bartender.

“Toooold you,” David sang at you when you turned back towards him.

You swatted at him.

“Okay, so he’s cute, and funny, and nice, and…” you trailed off at the look on David’s face. He looked absolutely elated.

“I was totally kidding but you’re in love with him! Oh, I hear wedding bells!” David clapped his hands together. “He’s really coming back this time, SH!”

“I didn’t say any…”

“Next time you’re going up there. I don’t get free drinks like you do,” Joe handed you a new can. “David, the bartender told me that you were drinking this,” Joe handed David a beer.

David took a sip and hummed. “So thoughtful of you to get me this! As a repayment for your kindness, I’ll leave the two of you alone for the rest of the night.” David gave you a kiss on the cheek before he walked away, leaving you and Joe alone again.

You don’t know why, but suddenly you felt awkward. Like David bringing the idea that you liked Joe a little more than you should have at first meeting made you realize that you HAD just met him. You shouldn’t be…throwing yourself at him like this. You needed to be smarter than that.

“I think we need to dance more. You haven’t even seen my best moves,” Joe waggled his eyebrows at you, taking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, is that right?”

“Hold my beer and I’ll show you.”

“Always a great way to start a dance move,” you told him, chuckling at the stern look he gave you before you took his beer.

Joe took a deep breath and you actually thought that he was going to pull out some almighty dance move. He had the most serious look that you’d seen on him all night.

That was until he started doing the Running Man. You almost dropped the drinks you were laughing so hard.

“That? THAT’s your best move?!” You finally choked out once you caught your breath. “I thought your mom owned a dance studio!”

“Well let’s see yours then!” Joe took the drinks back from you.

You tucked some hair behind your ear, trying to buy yourself some time. You actually weren’t much of a dancer. Joe looked at you expectantly and you wanted to kiss that smirk off his face. Your alcohol induced brain screamed at you to do it. Usually you fought with her a bit more…but tonight, you decided to give in. Forget what David said.

Then, the music changed. It was slow and soft. You looked at Joe through your lashes and batted them for a moment.

You gently placed your arms around his neck and pulled him close.

“This doesn’t count, you know,” Joe told as he did his best to put his arms around you waist. He still had both of your drinks in his hands.

“Oh I don’t know,” you pressed yourself closer so that your entire body was pressed against Joe and you could feel he was a little TOO excited for just dancing. “You seem to be enjoying it.”

You watched Joe gulp and then he took a drink of his beer. You knew he was enjoying himself and you were too. You were hoping that maybe he would get the hint that you wanted him to kiss you. If he kissed you, then it wouldn’t be your fault if you kissed him back. And maybe things went a little further. And maybe…

Ah fuck it. You were a grown woman. You could do what you wanted.

You pressed your lips to his. His mouth immediately started moving with yours and you felt his arms tighten around you and pull you to him. You wrapped your fingers in his hair and heard him groan. You took the opportunity to lick into his mouth.

You’d meant it to just be a quick kiss that didn’t really mean anything, but now that you were kissing him, you couldn’t stop. It tasted like his beer and there was…something there that you’d never felt before. It made your heart feel like it was trying to explode out of your chest.

You pulled away for some breath and stared at him, breathing heavily. He was doing the same. You could feel his heart beating against your chest and it was beating just as fast as yours.

“I uh…um…” You cleared your throat, trying to come up with some excuse for what had just happened.

“If that’s your best dance move, I’d love to see more,” Joe rested his forehead to yours again.

You giggled. “Maybe later if you’re lucky,” you grabbed your drink from him and took a long pull from it.

“Oh,” Joe slid his now free hand down into the back pocket of your jeans. He gave you a quick squeeze. “I’m feeling very lucky tonight.”

THREE YEARS LATER

“Wow,” you swung your intertwined hands. “I can’t believe you remember all of that.”

Joe laughed and brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “Of course I do. I remember everything about that night.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Nat smiled at you from behind the ticket table again. “Hi, Joe.”

“Hi, Nat. How’s everything looking this year?”

“Gorgeous, we missed you for setting up again this year,” she gave you both a somewhat melancholy smile.

You had moved in with Joe about a year a half ago, so you hadn’t been able to come help set up anymore, but you always made sure to come back for the festival.

“You two better get in there before Missy sends out a search party.”

You and Joe walked in and said hi to some people that you knew. You were just outside of Missy’s when Joe pulled you to a stop.

“Joe? Are you okay?”

“Do you remember what happened here?”

“Yes, I believe you ran into me and almost knocked me over.

“Not the way I would’ve put it,” Joe’s voice shook for a second. He looked down at the ground, exhaled quickly then looked back up at you. “I’d say that I…found the love of my life. Right here. Right at this spot.”

You bit your lip and fought the blush that was coming to your face. Three years together and he could still make your heart flutter like that.

“Okay, weirdo. Come on, let’s…”

Joe dropped down to one knee and pulled a box out of his pocket.

“Y/N, I told you the day we met that I was going to marry you. I know you thought I was kidding, or that I was just being a flirt, but I wasn’t. I was being serious. I knew from the moment we met that we’d get married. The rest of the night just solidified it for me. So, Y/F/N Daisy Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

The world around you seemed to stop. All you could see and focus on was Joe on one knee with a ring in his hand. Your heart started beating like you’d just run five miles straight. You weren’t sure how much time had passed. Three seconds? Three years? Tears sprang to your eyes and you didn’t even try to hide them.

“Y/N?”

You started nodding.

“Yes?”

“Yes! Of course I will!”

Joe jumped to his feet and kissed you. He picked you up and spun you around. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, smiling into the kiss.

“Are you going to give me the ring or…?” You asked once he’d put you back down.

He placed the ring on your finger and you stared at it.

“Do you like it?” Joe’s voice was nervous, like he wasn’t sure.

You looked up at him and cupped his face in your hands.

“I love it. And I love you,” you pressed your lips to Joe’s again, but softer this time.

“I love you too.”

The rest of the night, you and Joe celebrated and showed off as much as you could. Until you got back to Doc’s.

“Do you remember this song?” Joe asked as the two of you started slow dancing.

Your wracked your brain, trying to place the song, but you couldn’t.

“No, should I?”

“I would hope so. This was the song playing during our first kiss.”

“Really?” You tried to remember, but you couldn’t. You’d been so consumed with Joe, you weren’t really paying attention to the song.

“Sure was. I remember everything about that night.”

“Everything, huh?” You lifted an eyebrow.

Joe shrugged and tugged your hips closer to his.

“Absolutely everything. So, why don’t you show me your best dance move again?”

You giggled and pressed your lips to Joe’s one more time. It felt like the first time all over again. The taste, the song, and most importantly, the feeling it gave you in your stomach like you were kissing the love of your life. Because you were.

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ververa · 5 years

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‘Ecstasy’

@misssmephisto thank you for dealing with me and the breakdown I had while writing this <3333

A/N: This is a part of Twelve Shades of Love storyline, though I don’t have enough time to write all of it now, so just Xandra <3

(Sorry if this is bad, but I suck at describing places? Or maybe in general at describing)

Words: 1.991

Xandra x fem!reader

What am I doing here? You asked yourself as your best friend dragged you to the nightclub. It’s not like you didn’t want to party. It’s rather the opposite. It was just that you didn’t like such places. You had some bad memories connected with events like that, but you went there anyway.

That was the beginning of your new life. Your freedom and independence. For the first time you could go wild and nobody would call your mothers. And that was for sure worth celebrating.

Geez. What would Lana say? The question crossed your mind, though you forgot about it as soon as you got in.

From the outside it may not seem to be anything unusual. At first you’re taken aback, knowing that your best friend always chose the fanciest places possible. But then he brought you there. You took a glance at the building and couldn’t deny it looked more like a warehouse rather than a club. The walls were made of black brick and seemed not to be renovated in a long time. It looked neither promisingly nor encouragingly. It really was nothing special. Just another hellhole… You thought, but then you entered. What you took for a main entrance turned out to be only a burden on your way to the right door. Behind the wooden, black door there was a gate, almost, from heaven. At least it looked like that. Something in imitation of a golden halo was hanging above it and on both sides there were white and blue LED lights arranged as if they were clouds. Even the security guards were dressed in white suits. And that was glamorous.

Two muscular men asked you for your tickets, though instead Simon informed them you’re on a VIP list. They checked it and then politely opened the door for you informing that you need to go to the right.

You followed Simon and soon you found yourself passing through the long hall. The walls, the floor and the ceiling were made of granite. It was completely black, except the kind that their used on the ceiling, which was resembling a galaxy. On the walls there were hanging LED lamps of different geometric shapes, which made the ceiling glimpse in white and blue swaths of lights. You’re fascinated by the extraordinary design that made you feel a hint of magic and mystery.

The further you moved the louder the music became. You could feel how the floor vibrated with the beat, which made your anticipation grew higher and higher. Finally you reached the end of the hall.

There was another door, but that time it was thrown open for you by two men – this time in black suits.

“Ecstasy” - a red lighted inscription was the first thing that came into your view. You looked around and were in awe. You knew it’s going to be fancy, but you did not expect it to be that fancy. It was far from familiar to you. That place was completely different to all expensive restaurants your mothers used to take you. You had never been to such an extravagant place before, but damn you were enchanted at once. Despite the exterior look, which was quite deceptive, the interior turned out to be not only marvellous, but also enormous. The club was split into two levels. As you get in you’re at the second one – arranged in a kind of balcony – separated from the rest by the glass balustrade and stairs. You stopped at the stairs and took a look around the place, while Simon was talking with some man.

It wasn’t hard to notice the second level was designed to be a VIP area. White sofas, tables made of glass, a bottle of champagne on each of them and the bar full of various drinks. If that hadn’t been enough, there were still booths for those who needed more privacy and were ready to pay for it. Everything about that place was luxurious. Every little detail was in the most fashionable style possible.

Mirrors on the ceiling and at the stage made the room flicker with colourful lights. The star-shaped lights on the floor, video walls and imagines of such icons like Marylin Monroe, Elizabeth Taylor or Michael Jackson made the place even more majestic and electrifying. It was all unknown for you, but still so fantastic and exciting that you were standing there in awe.

If, somehow, the inner design wasn’t enough to blow your mind all the rich and famous people you saw for sure were.

For a moment you’re so preoccupied by admiring the place, that you didn’t notice a woman looking at you. She was standing at the other end of the balcony – exactly opposite you. As she noticed that you finally spotted her, she emptied a glass of some alcohol and smirked at you.

“Y/N?” Simon placed his hand on your shoulder making you look at him “What are you starring at?”

You averted your gaze to look at the beautiful blonde once again, but she wasn’t there any more.

“I… nothing”

You didn’t know how it happened that the two of you managed to get to the VIP are, considering they didn’t let in a few other people who were ready to pay for it. But did that really matter? You were there and could do whatever you desire and you, for sure, weren’t going to blow your chance.

You’re amazed by the place more and more with every hour.

It’s a Sunday’s night – one of the best and probably unforgettable one in your life. Everybody, including you, were drinking whisky and wine. You even got some champagne and met a few important people, who were working in your (future) field, but it was all nothing in comparison to the show you’re able to watch.

None of you knew that night was a burlesque time. Neither did you expect to see so much, but that definitely was worth it. You loved every moment of the performance – from the pole dances to the stripping. You’re sitting in the front row, which was a privilege of being a VIP, and admired the performances. That was until the last show, when one of the women came really close to you – way too close and you didn’t know how to act. You enjoyed the performance, of course, but her coming off of the stage and approaching you was unexpected. Why me? You were wondering, when a barely dressed woman stopped in front of you.

“Well well well. What we have here?” she looked at you “First time, sweetheart?” she asked probably seeing your red cheeks

You only nodded not knowing where to look.

“Will you join me at the stage?” a short haired blonde asked offering you her hand

You were about to answer, when another woman – luckily for you fully dressed – appeared. You recognised her immediately. It was her – the woman from the balcony. She said nothing, only looked at the dancer, who almost immediately got back on the stage.

You wanted to say something, but as you turned to face the mysterious woman she was gone. She was at the bar talking to one of the security guards and you couldn’t stop starring at her.

She was tall, or rather came across as that, because of her enormous high heels. Her long, blonde hair were falling on her shoulders making her look even more gorgeous in a tight, black dress.

Her eyes seemed to be really big, because of the fake eyelashes. A mix of pastel and dark pink eyeshadow and a pink lip gloss, which were sparkling in the colourful lights, made her look like a big, sweet candy. But you knew better. She may look like lollipops and rainbows, but behind closed doors she, for sure, was latex and whips. But that made her even more attractive. No wonder, forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

“It’s Xandra” Simon said

“W-what?”

“The woman you’re eye-fucking”

“I…” you blushed “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Yeah, sure” he laughed

“So… you know her?”

“Kind of. She’s the owner of the club and my parents’ friend”

You looked at the woman again. Though that time she wasn’t at the bar only with the security guard. The dancer, who had approached you before, was right next to her. It seemed as if they were arguing and, sweet Jesus, pissed off Xandra was even hotter.

You didn’t realise you’re starring, until she turned around and your eyes met. She smirked, just as she had done before, but soon she left together with the dancer. You were a bit frustrated and didn’t know why. You tried to start a conversation with Simon to occupy yourself, but your brain was already full of Xandra, even though you didn’t know her.

You couldn’t help she was sending those weird vibes that were attracting you so much. She came off as a typical bitch, so vain and self-confident. But you liked it. You wanted it more than anything. You wanted to mess up her hair and her to press you up against her pink coloured lips.

You took a sip of another drink, hoping it could help to cool your mind

“So, why is it called ‘Ecstasy’?” you asked Simon

“Because” you heard a female voice “That’s where all your fantasies can come true and gave you the feeling of ecstasy”

You turned back and saw the beautiful woman.

“People want a show and I’m giving them what they want” she continued “Well, far more actually” she winked at you

You only smiled, while Simon stood up and greeted her.

“You look great” your friend complimented

“As always” she said confidently “How are your parents?”

“Good. Well, very good”

“Great” she didn’t pay much attention to what Simon was saying, she was too busy checking you out. She didn’t even try to do it discreetly. She just stood there and eyed you up and down

“I didn’t know you have a girlfriend” she cut him off

“I…” he didn’t manage to finish his sentence, as she continued

“I’m Xandra” she offered you her hand

“Y/N”

“She’s my best friend” Simon explained, but it seemed as she didn’t hear him

“Well, Y/N… that might sound too forward, but that’s how I’m. You’re perfect darling”

You weren’t able to say anything, so you just looked at her and smiled.

“It’s not often that such beauties like you come here”

“Well, you’re here everyday, so…” you flirted back

Xandra smirked.

“Now, I don’t know if you’re looking for a job, but I’ve just had to fire one of my employee and you’d be just perfect to take her place. With that body of yours you’d be even better”

“I… Thank you. I mean I’d love to, but I don’t think I can do that…”

“Why is that?”

“I… I just don’t plan on stripping in front of people”

“Oh, honey, I don’t ask you to do that. I wouldn’t like you to strip for them either. Would far more prefer that all for myself” she licked her perfect lips “Never mind. You’d perfect as my assistant. I need someone young, pretty and assertive. You just… my God, you got that something that makes me want you. I’d love to give it a try, but no pressure, darling. If you make up your mind we’re going to have some kind of audition tomorrow. So, after you deal with your hangover, feel invited” she said smiling

You nodded reciprocating the smile.

“It was good to see you Sam” she said winking at you and leaving

You followed her with your eyes until she disappeared.

“She called me Sam… I’m not Sam” Simon complained, but you’re too excited to care

You knew it was going to be a crazy night, but that was unexpected. Yet you couldn’t deny you wanted to see where it all could go…

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minhoslut · 4 years

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♡ summary: Y/N is a fairy in a world of magic hating humans, who moves into a house with seven young men after being kicked out of her old dorm. She learns about all their secrets while hiding hers for as long as she can. Lots of parties, games, sex and maybe even love.

♡ pairing: ot7 x fem!reader, fem!reader x various idols

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | ? |

♡ series warnings: alcohol consumption, blood mention, drug use, mxm, fxf, threesome, foursome, orgy, swearing, anxiety, depression, past trauma, past abuse

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: R

♡ word count: 3417

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter five: we like to party

♡ A/N: the smut arrives uwu

After breakfast, you decided to go for a run in the forest to help get rid of some of the excited energy you were bursting with. Wearing a dusty rose sports bra with matching capris leggings , you began stretching in the backyard. It was nice to be so close to nature, it made your magic tingle and the instinct to release your wings was strong. You sighed at the thought, it was so fucked that magical creatures couldn’t just be part of society, usually they just lived a little differently, no harm done. Yeah sometimes they did bad things, but so did humans! They are so jealous and scared of things that are different though. You clicked your tongue and took a few deep breaths before heading into the woods.

The birds were calling to each other in the trees, and everything smelled fresh. When you reached the lake with the waterfall you stopped to take a dip, stripping naked and slipping into the cool water. Diving down to the bottom, you laid across the sand and relaxed in the silence. You had always loved being deep underwater, just sitting or lying down and being surrounded by silence. You didn't like being alone though, so when you were younger you would create a water being to talk to and play with. Silently, you wished that you could share things like this with someone, but humans can't hold their breath as long as fairies can so you'd just be outing yourself.

An idea struck you as you looked up at the surface and realized how deep the lake was, a smile crossing your lips. Standing up, you released your wings into the water and sighed in relief. Flying was a no, but at least they could be unfurled. The silver, blue and gold flecks in your wings sparkled in the water, refracting light all around you. They wouldn't get wrecked in the water, despite what some human tales of fairies said, you weren't a butterfly after all.

You fluttered your wings a little bit, creating a small current in the water. It was so freeing to be able to have your wings out, you closed your eyes and flapped your wings hard, making the water rush around you. Jumping up, you burst from the lake and brought your wings back in before falling back into the water. You swam some laps and explored the depths of the lake for a while until you began to get bored. Pulling yourself up on the shore and shaking yourself dry, you redressed and ran back to the house.

"Hey Y/N!" Taehyung greeted you from the deck where he was stringing some lights up. "Need any help Tae? Can I call you that?" You asked as you joined him, "For sure as long as I can call you N/N!" He said a grin on his face. You laughed and agreed, holding the nails for him while he hammered the lights to the side of the house. "Do you take these down every week or are they new?" You questioned as you handed him another nail. "We had some up but they kinda got broken... So we just got around to replacing them haha." His answer was vague but you didn't push, not like it mattered much anyway.

"Tae come in for lunch- Y/N you're back! You come too~" Jimin said sweetly, poking his head out the back door. Returning the nails to their bin you wiped your hands on your pants and headed inside, taking a seat at the table next to Jungkook. Jin and Namjoon placed plates of steaming dumplings on the table and everyone sat to enjoy their late lunch together.

"After lunch, Kook and Yoongi, can you guys start setting up the music stuff, and Jin, Hobi and I will do drink/food prep, Y/N, you and Tae continue doing outside! Sound good?" Namjoon said as he began clearing dishes from the table now that everyone was done eating. Various words of agreement were exchanged as you all headed to your assigned areas of setup. You collected the nails once again and followed Tae along the side of the house. When the two of you had finished with the lights you moved onto setting up some chairs and a pong table.

You ran inside to grab some cases of beer to keep by the pong table, bumping into Hoseok as you go. "Sorry~" You called sending him a smile as you went, getting a cute dimple smile in return. Cute dimple. "Tae~ Is this the right stuff?" You asked walking up to him as he set up the triangles of cups. "Yeah, just set it underneath for now." He responded, taking a case from you and shoving it under the table. "What next?" You questioned stretching your arms while Taehyung grabbed his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

"Well it's near dinner so let's see if everyone else is finished with their jobs." He suggested, linking his arm with yours and pulling you inside. "Anybody need help finishing up?" You shouted as you grabbed two glasses and filled them with water from the fridge before handing one to Taehyung. A bunch of no's echoed through the house in response to you, so you began pulling burger buns out and cutting them. "Ooh are you gunna make us burgers?" Taehyung asked coming to sit at the bar, leaning his elbows on the table and propping his head in his hands.

"Yes cute boy, I am! I'm excited for the party so I don't want many dishes~" You told him while you prepped the patties and toppings, cutting various vegetables up and placing them on a plate. He laughed at your nickname for him and rose from his seat to help you by setting the table and lighting the barbeque. Once it was hot enough you put the burgers on and turned on some music while they were cooking. "Are you surprised? It’s like bubblegum pop, because I broke all the rules, because I’m going to show you the real me, really really me, I’m a cherry on top yeah~" You sang along to ITZY as you flipped the burgers.

The smell of the barbeque lured the six men to the table when they had finished their tasks. "Damn what smells so fuckin' good?" Jungkook said as he entered, "Y/N made burgers~" Taehyung answered from his seat at the table where he was getting his bun ready. "Y/N remind me to wife you up." Jungkook said as he sat down, you laughed at his comment and shook your head, bringing the now cooked patties into the kitchen. "Let's eat!" You said, a smile set upon your lips.

When everyone had finished eating, Taehyung cleared away the dishes and everyone split off to their own rooms to get ready. You pulled out various options for tonights outfit, and stripped out of your current clothing, sliding into a silky pink robe with fur trim on its sleeves . Dress, skirt, or pants… You scanned through what you had pulled out and sorted them into groups. A knock at the door pulled you away from the piles of fabric, “Come in~” Namjoon opened the door and stepped in. “Hey Y/N, uh, just wanted to give you the lowdown of the party rules of sorts, but if you’re not ready I can wait-”

You interrupted him with a wave of your hand. “I wouldn’t have let you in if I wanted to wait.” You said smiling at him. “Ok, sure, well, the only real rule is don’t take anyone to someone else's bedroom.” Nodding, you turned back to your clothes, “Joon, can I call you that? Should I wear a skirt, dress or pants?” He came and stood beside you, “Uh, dress? And of course you can, we are friends after all.” Hearing him say that made the smile on your lips blossom into a full grin. "Thanks Joon~ I'll see you in a bit."

Now that you had narrowed it down to dresses thanks to Namjoon, you were able to pick your party look. A longsleeved off the shoulder white top with black trim layered underneath a black dress with two zippers down the whole thing and chain straps attached by a hoop . Popping in some silver hoop earrings and brushing our hair, you moved to the mirror. Lip Gloss, brow gel and a simple cat eye wing and you were set. You surveyed yourself in the full body mirror, checking your outfit and unzipping the bottom half of the dress. "Okay sexy, let's get some!"

You bumped into Hoseok first, when you had come down to the second floor. He was wearing a classic white t-shirt tucked into light blue straight leg jeans with a frayed hem, cinched with a black belt and a back crossbody bag with white polka dots across his chest. A simple silver chain hung around his neck and tied everything together. "Hey Hobi! You look really good! Ready to get some chicks?" You ruffled his peachy blonde locks, making Hoseok laugh and shake his head. "May I escort you to the dance hall, princess?" Stifling a laugh, you took his offered arm, "I'll allow it, sir knight."

Jin and Jimin were putting away anything breakable in the living room when you entered with Hoseok. Jin was wearing an oversized white t-shirt tucked into belted black jeans and Jimin was in a wide neck black tee tucked into black skinny jeans with rips at the knee, a black belt and a silver chain with a long silver tooth on it . "Looking good~ You guys know how to lure in people, huh?" You whistled taking them in. Jimin ran a hand through his black hair and Jin blew a kiss your way. "Says you!" Jungkook said as he and Namjoon entered the room.

Jungkook was fixing the pale pink button-up he had over top of a white tee with a black design on it. His jeans were light blue skinnies with rips at the knees, a black belt holding the in place. Namjoon wearing navy blue slacks with a shimmery peach short-sleeved button-up tucked into them, the top button undone. "Knock out after knock out huh, do they put something in your water here?" You joked, "You've obviously been drinking it too Y/N~" Yoongi teased coming to stand by you, dressed in ripped blue jeans, an oversized tan shirt, and a purple and black flannel overtop.

"Well then, let’s get started!" Jin said clapping his hands and heading to the kitchen, "Shots! To kick off the night and welcome Y/N to our home officially!" Hoseok cheered following after Seokjin. The rest of you also joined them and Jin poured out eight tequila shots, everyone prepped their lemon slices and salted their thumbs. "To Y/N!" Namjoon cheered, the same praise echoed by the six others before you all took your shots.

Soon after your celebratory shot, people began to show up to the house, welcomed by the boys who quickly introduced you to them. The music was turned up and the rooms were quickly filled with people, drinking and laughing. There were so many stunning people in the room, you surveyed them as you sipped your drink, pleasantly buzzed by this point. You noticed Jin speaking with a girl on the deck and began making your way over to them.

The girl has wavy long bleach blonde hair and eyes that were somehow round and sharp all at once. She was wearing a black crop tank top, a pair of black cargo pants and a chunky choker with a big silver hoop on it. There were several chains hanging across her pants, as well as some joining the choker on her neck, and a black belt with silver cut-outs was cinching her waist in. It was a simple but sexy ensemble and you were captivated.

"Hi~" You said coming into their conversation, "Hey Y/N! This is Chungha, Chungha, Y/N." Jin introduced the two of you and excused himself to the washroom. "You look amazing tonight, Chungha! I love the vibe." You said in a flirting tone, touching her wrist softly. "Mm, I could say the same to you Y/N. You're their new roomie, right?" Nodding, you twirled your white hair cutely, "Do you come to these often?" You questioned, "Pretty much every weekend haha. I like coming to dance with people." Dance huh? "I love dancing as well! I'm glad people seem to actually dance at their parties~" You chuckled.

"Well then how about we get on the dance floor?" Chungha grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house, holding your body against hers as you danced together. She kept her hands on your waist, swaying with you and grinding your bodies together. Your hands were around her neck and the distance between you was getting smaller by the second. Someone came up behind you and pressed themselves against your back. Turning, Seokjins deep brown eyes locked with yours and you pulled his arm over your shoulder.

The three of you danced together as you moved lithely between them, passion thick in the air between you. Chungha pulled you into her and kissed you hard, her lips soft and warm, tasted like cherries. A second pair of lips connected with your exposed neck causing a soft moan made its way out of your mouth and into the kiss with Chungha. It was obviously Jin who was kissing your neck, you could feel him holding you closer, his cock pressed against your ass.

Chungha pulled out of your dance floor makeout sesh and took your hand in her right and Seokjins hand in her left. She led you both up the stairs to what you assumed to be Jins room, kissing you again when you had all entered the room. "Are you both ok with this?" She asked between kisses. You looked at Seokjin and nodded, "Yes." You both answered truthfully, excitement and arousal tinging your voices.

"Strip for us baby girl~" Chungha said sitting on the bed and pulling Seokjin down beside her, a delicate hand on the bulge in his pants, giving slight pressure to encourage his arousal further. You unzipped your dress slowly, pulling the zipper all the off and shimmying out, tossing it into a corner. Now you were left standing in your top and a black mesh thong with rhinestone straps, you kept your eyes on them both as you crossed your arms and peeled the top off of your body, letting your breasts bounce out.

Your nipples hardened at the coolness of the air, and you plopped yourself into Chunghas lap, "Please warm me up~" You breathed, lips almost touching the shell of her ear. "Patience, baby." She flipped you over and left you lying on the bed, "Touch yourself while you watch us." It was more of a demand than anything, but you complied easily, one hand running across the mesh of your panties and one on your sensitive nipple.

Your eyes followed as Chungha stripped Jin naked and began to stroke his now rock hard cock, making lewd sounds tumble from his lips. "Mm, I know you like being watched big boy, should we give her more of a show?" Chungha released Jin and began to take her own clothes off. You arched your back and fondled your boobs as you stared at Chunghas body, clad in a matching lingerie set. It was leopard print bra and thong with two sets of straps to hold it together and the bra which consisted of two strips of the leopard print fabric, barely holding her in. A big silver hoop sat just above her pelvis connected to the straps, and another on her bra between her breasts .

Seokjin let out an audible "fuck" as Chungha knelt in front of him and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Your eyes never wandered as she slowly engulfed his full length, making him throw his head back and moan deeply. You whined from your spot on the bed, wanting to join in on the fun. Chungha pulled out slowly, letting the head out of her mouth with a wet 'pop.' "Oh? Impatient little slut aren't you~" She purred, still pumping Jins length. releasing it, she stood up and led Jin to the bed, "Lay down Jinnie."

Jin laid on the bed flat and Chungha came up onto the bed to join you both. "Suck his dick, nice and slow for me," She directed you, pushing your head over to his cock, "and Jin, you better make me cum with that smooth-talking mouth of yours." Stripping out of her lingerie, she positioned herself above his mouth. You took his cock in your mouth, tongue flat, and moaned around it as you deepthroated him.

The taste of precum coated your mouth, making you drool even more. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room and Chunghas breathy moans were like an angels chorus, turning you on even more. Your cunt was begging for attention and your fingers rubbing yourself through your panties just wasn't enough. You bobbed on Jins cock and hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off. Licking around the head, you swirled your tongue and cupped his balls as you did so. Chunghas moans got louder, you lifted your eyes and watched as she rode Jins face through her orgasm.

"Y/N you lie down now and get those panties off." Chungha ordered, moving off of Seokjins mouth. You laid down supine near the edge of the bed, with your knees bent and pulled your thong off. Anticipation was radiating throughout the room, Jin hopped off the bed and stood at your feet. Chungha climbed on top of you, laying down on you and hooking her legs on either side. Your breasts were pushed up against hers, making you moan and she started kissing you again.

You felt the head of Jins dick slide across your dripping folds before pushing it between your and Chunghas soaked cunts. The three of you moaned together as Jin picked up his pace fucking between you both and hitting your clits just right. You kissed along Chunghas neck, her skin soft and warm. She, in turn, sucked hickies along your neck and chest, licking at your nipples as her mouth roamed. "Fuck her." Chungha gave the command and Jin followed, his thick girth was thrust into your tight pussy.

Seokjins name tumbled from your lips in a mantra as he fucked your roughly, all while Chungha continued to suck and nip at your skin. Suddenly, Chungah pulled off of you and moved up to hover above your kiss swollen lips. "Can you do two things at once like a good girl?" She cooed, seduction dripping from her tone. You mewled out a yes and licked across her pretty pussy. You inserted two fingers inter her core and pumped while you sucked on her clit, curling your fingers to hit the right spot. Hearing her moan your name encouraged you further as you tried to stay focused with Jin snapping his hips into you roughly.

"I-I'm close." You heard Seokjin say breathlessly, "It's safe cum inside~" You whined, not wanting him to stop, the knot in your stomach getting close to coming undone. He started rubbing your clit and you arched your back, fucking Chungha harder with your fingers. "Let's cum together, now." Chungha purred and just like that you could feel her thighs shaking around you. Jins hot seed filled you up perfectly, and you were brought to your peak as he continued fucking you through his own orgasm.

Jin pulled out slowly, causing you to moan wantonly as his cum leaked out and mixed with your own. Your lips were glistening covered in Chunghas cum, it tasted amazing. "Mm, thanks you two~ Let's get you cleaned up." Chungha said getting off of you and hopping down off the bed. She pulled her clothes back on and left the room, returning with a warm cloth which she used to wipe you down. You saw Seokjin grabbing new boxers and a big t-shirt, which he handed to you once you were wiped clean. You thanked him as he grabbed his own set and slid under the covers, beckoning you to join him, which you did. Chungha blew you both a kiss as she left, and then everything went fuzzy.

#bangtanhq #bts #bts x reader #bts polyamory #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #everything is not what it seems

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howmanytuesdaysdidyouhave · 7 years

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One Drink Later

Pairings : Jensen x (fem)Reader

Warnings : (Soft) Smut, Language, Alcohol (mentioned & used) Unprotected Sex (wrap your willy before you get silly) Drunk! Jensen, Drunk! Reader. Fluff

Disclaimer : Alrighty Frens, so there are a few disclaimers for this One Shot thing.

• Danneel is non-existent. I am not Anti-Danneel, in fact I love and adore her. JJ, Arrow & Zeppelin are also non-existent.

• This is my first smut thing, so its crappy and really light.

• If you are of age and drinking, please be careful and do not drive ♥

I think that is all :D

italics are flashbacks

bold is a message.

“Ugh” You shifted your naked body underneath your cheap hotel comforter. You could only manage to squint open your eyes to the threatening morning sun. Slowly drifting out away from your morning haze. Your eyes following the trail of clothes, leading from the door to the edge of the bed. There were your clothes, like the dress you wore and the heels you had just bought that day. Then there were his jeans, his t-shirt, and his jacket. His shoes weren’t in sight, so you figured they were kicked underneath the bed.

That’s when it hit you. You weren’t alone in this bed.

Slowly you turned your gaze to the man on your left, his head fell into the pillows, like it was meant to be. The way the sheet hugged him, had you give an involuntarily silent moan. You studied his body, mostly because you were afraid of whom you dragged up to your room from the bar for a quickie. Finally, the courage built up..

You could only see his profile, which was just enough. You studied his jawline, his nose, his little stubble, his hair. Oh my gosh, the hair. His complexion glowed against the sun like an uncut diamond with freckles. Holy shit, it’s the guy you had drove forty miles for, the guy you have fantasized and read fanfictions about. Mr. Jensen Ross Ackles.

After taking a good five minutes to comprehend and wrap your mind around last night’s events.

“Hey Good Looking” Your attention stirred away from the amazingly attractive bar tender, to the familiar voice behind you. Total fangirl moment. Did Jensen Ackles, just…call you good looking??? “Ye-yeah I did” He said loudly over the music. You hadn’t even realized you were thinking out loud . “Sorry, I just…” You paused, stopped yourself from being every other fan he’s ever run into. “You’re just really attractive, like godly” You giggled, and he returned with a soft glorious-angelic-heavenly laugh. “Can…I order you something?” He bit his lip nervously, watching you eye ball your drink. “Oh shit…sorry, I didn’t realize you had one already-“

You had to cut him off. “No, no. It was gross anyway. I’d love for you to buy me a drink.” You slid your glass away as the both of you sat down at the bar. “So uhm, what can I get you?” You pondered the question for a split moment. “I’ll take that” You pointed to the drink on the menu.

You slipped out from the covers, careful not to wake him. You were still in awe, that he was in your bed, in your room. You quickly threw on your dress, it smelt like alcohol, a soft breeze of cologne, and lust. If lust had a smell, this was it. You picked up your heels and darted for the door. Ironic, it was your room. Yet you were the one fleeing from the scene. You were just about to turn the knob and break free when you heard the bed softly squeak. “Where you headed?” He mumbled.

Damn you Jensen Ackles. “out…for…a run..?” You lied, and turned on your heels to face him. You could feel your face flush red hot, you were in awe. His body, was...perfect. He was perfect, and he was in your bed.

“In a dress?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow. You knew your cover was blown. You were also blown away, he ran his hand through his hair. Oh my god the freaking hair. Luckily before you could find an answer, Jensen’s phone buzzed. You giggled silently as he quietly cursed himself.

“I gotta run! The Panel is in ten!” He jumped out of the bed, threw on last night’s clothes and threw water from the sink into his hair. “Look…erm” He awkwardly smiled.

You helped him out “Y/n...” You realized, you didn’t get quite the introduction last night.

“Right…sorry, y/n…uhm, last night was fun…and I-“He was interrupted yet again, by Cliff. “Crap...sorry I gotta run!” And with that your prince charming fled the scene. What was he going to say?

You sat on the edge of the bed, your heart felt a little empty. I mean sure, maybe he thought it was a one kind of thing, but it was the time of a lifetime to you, it lasted hours and now it was over in just a few minutes.

Your kisses, became more passionate and deep. The rest of the bar became a blurry background to your kiss. You felt at peace. His hand that was once wrapped around his cool glass – now caressed your cheek and pulled you closer to him. Teasing his tongue with the entrance of your lightly glossed lips. You let him in, and it grew instantly more intense. The heat grew hotter with every touch, and you felt the wetness grow between your legs. You craved him.

Throwing your hair in a bun, you were relieved to be meeting up with some other fans from Instagram, and in a moment – you were in an uber and on your way to the Panel yourself. – Finally. You saw the group of friends you had spent hours on skype with and even more characters texted through DMS. They greeted you with open arms. The oldest from the group just had to pick on your for your looks. Shit. She pointed out your messed up – raccoon eyes and the few hickeys on your neck. “Here, I never leave my make up at home. Hurry though!” She tossed a small bag to you.

You were doing a J2 and Jensen photo op today. Why, why did you have to pay for them – you loved Misha, why couldn’t you have just paid for his photo op.

You did however enjoy the panel, the skits, and fun just filled the room. Hundreds of fans packed into one room.

Your friends strayed away from you, leaving you alone in the Jensen Ackles photo op line. This was the perfect opportunity to think about and try to remember the…” events” from last night.

Neither of you cared you had been bumping into walls all the way up to your room, you both couldn’t keep your hands off of one another. Tugging to untuck his shirt all while trying to open your door, proved how hungry you were.

He lifted you up, gently slamming you against the door eager to be closer to you. He wanted you. He set you down, taking off his shirt only to discard it to the floor. Guiding you to the bed, while sliding the straps of your dress down your arms. “Jensen…” you moaned softly into his ear, while hickeys were being born onto your neck and chest. Falling gently onto the bed, you took off your shoes and slid down the rest of your dress. You teased him while he lustfully watched you undress for him. “Your turn Mr. Ackles...” your voice slurred.

He discarded his jeans and boxers to the floor, “This is okay, right?” He waited for you to let him know, this was okay.

“Miss…” One of the creationist volunteers tapped your shoulder lightly. “It’s your turn.” You jumped into realization and nodded, plastering a smile onto your face. Deep Breaths..

You walked into the area and greeted Jensen with an awkward hug. “So what pose did you want to do?” He asks, and clearly from the look in his eyes he remembers you from the night before. You settled for a simple hug and smiled at the camera, waiting for the flash to click. You thanked the man behind the camera and then thanked Jensen himself.

It didn’t take long for things to really heat up, before you both were panting and sweaty, before the only sounds that could be heard were the sweet moans, and the bitter-sweet low growls Jensen gifted you with.

From the touching and the feeling all of each other, his hands everywhere – tracing every inch of my body. The two of us moving together, pressing, pulling, and grinding. And the moaning, and then we both it the sweetest spot on Earth. We build and build and build and then –

“Yn?” You smoothed the paper you had clenched together, cleared your throat and turned to see Cliff. To your surprise he guided you down the back hall. “Jensen, asked that I bring you back here. Said it was important. He should be back in about ten minutes, make yourself at home. There’s some water in the fridge.” Awkwardly, he exited the room and you were left alone in the room, fans heard about – but like the US Government, they didn’t know anything about it truly.

You paced the room, you couldn’t calm yourself down. You had just slept with the man, and you were fangirling about being in the back room.

“Fu-Fuck!” Jensen gave one last thrust before releasing himself into you. Your nails dug into his back as he collapsed on top of you. – There wasn’t much you could remember after that. Your drunk fuzz took over and carried you into the rest of the night.

You pulled from your thoughts, when the third knock on the door hit. “Uhm..ye-yes?” Sure, you were slightly worried it wasn’t Jensen, and you would have to explain the reason for being back here. Thank God it was him.

“Uhm...hey” He shut the door behind him and rubbed his hand over his hiatus scruff. You exchanged awkward silence for a good few minutes. “Sorry for – running out of there so fast this morning..” He apologized.

Are you kidding me? He had given you the performance of a lifetime last night, given you the perfect thing to wake up to this morning. – Didn’t even try to make the photo op or panel awkward. And he was sorry?

“Erm…it’s okay” You gave a smile and bit your lip gently, awkwardly bobbing your head. You could feel the memories of last night, refill your head. Instantly exciting you.

“Oh, uhm here. I must’ve grabbed it by mistake this morning after Cliff called.” He extended his hand with your phone.

You had Jensen Ross Ackles’ phone in your possession this whole time and you didn’t know?! Not, that you would have leaked or invaded his privacy. You weren’t that kind of fan obviously. But just knowing, would’ve made things so much…better. “Look...I have to get going…but uhm, you have a good night. “ He smiled, took his phone from your hand “accidently” touching you, and walked out of the sacred room.

You could barely mutter the words Goodbye, before the door shut loudly. Cursing yourself for not asking him about last night or if they were gonna do…more things. Who were you kidding? He was Jensen Ross Ackles, and you were just a girl from the small town of Emmett, Idaho.

You sighed, and decided to go hang out with the girls if they were up to it. You didn’t have any fancy passwords on your phone, just a simple swipe. It took less than a second for the lock screen to morph into your Notepad.

“Drinks @ 9. Hotel Bar, I’ll be there.

- JA “

You soon found yourself smiling like an idiot. There was no denying, the fangirl inside you. But, like the adult woman you were, you held yourself together as you walked out of the room, and down the dull narrow hall into the main lobby.

You stared at the screen, your face dimly lit by the light beaming from your phone. Only fidgeting with your hair slightly. “Okay…breathe”

“Hey” Jensen sat in the bar stool next to yours, and gently placed his palm on the counter. You could feel your heart race, this man got sexier every time you laid eyes on him! He turned towards the bar tender, and you returned with your drink of choice.

Before you knew it, you were getting to know him – in more ways than one. While learning his favorite color, you learned about the twinkle in his eye when he told you something about him he was passionate about. The way he laughed at your corny jokes, and the way he came up with stupid puns at spilt moment.

People fled out of the bar, when the clock struck 2. It seemed that was the dying hour. And you, yourself were pretty tipsy. Tripping on thin air and simply face planting into the grass, Jensen laughing his head off before helping you up. “You okay there?”

“Oh yeah” You laughed and quickly covering your mouth after laughing so hard you gave a soft snort. “Shit, sorry” You apologized, your face flushed red.

“No, it was cute” He bopped your nose, and smiled. Drunk Jensen, was probably you’re favorite thing in the world right now.

You were walking down the street, which had been dimly lit with the light poles. Gently leaning on eachother, supporting eachother up. The night was cool, but no need for a jacket. Just…him. “ You look really beautiful…” He perked up, after a few minutes of silence. You couldn’t help but smile and blush gently.

“You don’t have to say that…” You smiled and turned your head down, watching your feet carry your heavy drunk body. You hadn’t been called beautiful before, sure maybe hot or cute…but never beautiful.

Before you knew it, you were at your hotel and on the steps in. It was like a damn movie. “Thank you for walking me home…” He gently let go of you, which sent you crashing into the concrete stairs. You couldn’t help but laugh it off.

“Damn, you really are drunk.” He mumbled, he swept you off your butt and over his shoulder. Gently digging around in your purse to find a key to your hotel. Of course, from the events from the night before he remembered almost exactly where your room was.

“Put me down!!”

“My feet are killing me!”

Simple drunk whines escaped your mouth, most of them were in the elevator. He was patient with you, though if you had been the least bit sober you would have been able to detect the annoyance in his voice.

“Alright…y/n. I’m gonna set you right here, I’m gonna open your door. Please don’t take off” He set you on the carpet next to your door, keeping a close eye on you. He unlocked your door and helped you inside. Instantly you flopped onto the bed.

You groaned and tried to take your shoes off, you could barely see straight, let alone undo some straps.

“Here, let me help…” He undid the straps to your shoes and placed them at the foot of the bed. “Do you have pajamas anywhere?” Jensen looked through your travel bag, only to find and oversized t-shirt. “I’m gonna help you get out of the dress, then I’ll help you put the shirt on…is that okay?” He wanted your consent before even touching you.

You lifted your arms, and placed them on his shoulders gently. “Can you kiss me?” You puckered your lips and shut your eyes tightly.

“Sorry y/n…not tonight. You need to get some rest now…” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you, in fact he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to have a “round two” he wanted to hear you moan and scream his name. But he was more gentlemen than that. He knew better than that. Instead, you pulled your hair into the spare hair tie on your wrist, and helped you into the shirt. “Alright, lay back. “You did as you were told, too drunk and tried to argue or even ask why. He covered your body with the hotel comforter.

He sat in the recliner in the room, put his feet up and his head back, he even threw a throw blanket over himself.

“Goodnight y/n. I left the bathroom light on, in case you need it during the night. I’ll also be right here if you need me.”

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minhoslut · 4 years

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♡ pairing: ot7 x fem!reader, fem!reader x various idols

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | ? |

♡ series warnings: alcohol consumption, blood mention, drug use, mxm, fxf, threesome, foursome, orgy, swearing, anxiety, depression, past trauma, past abuse

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: R

♡ word count: 2528

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter eight: daily life

When you woke again you began by stretching your body, then you peeled yourself out of the damp bed. Why was it damp anyway? Ah. You looked down. The swimsuit. Groaning you peeled the still slightly wet suit off your body and dug through your wardrobe. A pretty light blue wrap dress with a floral pattern was the choice as it was simple but cute . It was 10 am, so you weren't sure who would be awake, faintly recalling Jin mentioning something about 4 am when you had gone to bed. Heading to the bathroom, you washed your face and brushed your teeth before heading downstairs.

It seems only you had awoken as it was still silent on the main floor. You surveyed the area and decided to take it upon yourself to clean up this mess. You were awake anyway, and not quite hungry yet. Humming softly, you picked up various empty bottles and cans, threw away garbage, swept and mopped up sticky messes. Satisfied with your work, you wiped your brow and boiled some water for some chai tea. A hand on your waist startled you, "Just me, sorry." Yoongi's deep voice came from behind you as he reached over your shoulder to grab a mug from the shelf. He moved to the coffee maker and began to brew some, "Did you clean up all on your own?" He asked as he looked around.

You nodded, taking your mug over to one of the seats on the island and bouncing the teabag in your cup lightly. "We could've helped once everyone was awake..." Yoongi said sounding sheepish. You waved a hand, "I wasn't doing anything anyway, plus you guys have all been so kind to me as I've settled in." Taking a sip of your drink you smiled at him, "Does Namjoon have a habit of getting undressed when he's drunk or is that new?" Yoongi chuckled and came to sit beside you with his now full cup of coffee, "That is new for sure. I was surprised to find him in his boxers but whatever, not like I haven't seen it before. Must have been a shock for you though."

You giggled, "Hm I don't know about shock, he has a nice build. It was just so funny!" Yoongi smirked at you and raised an eyebrow, "Nice build huh?" You stuck your tongue out at him then turned back to your tea, ignoring Yoongis soft laughter. "Y/N~ Goodmorning~" Jimin sang as he came into the kitchen, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee. "What am I? Chopped liver?" Yoongi grumbled from beside you, making Jimin and you laugh. Jimin set his mug down and came behind Yoongi enveloping him in a tight hug. "Good morning to you Yoongi!" He said, ignoring the older mans attempts to shake him off.

Seokjin and Hoseok came into the kitchen then and began fetching their own drinks of choice. “Were you still wet this morning after last night Y/N?” Jin asked, taking a gulp of his tea. You choked on your own mouthful and looked at him incredulously. Seokjins ears went bright red as he realized the connotations of his words, “Not like that!” He sputtered, “Because you went to bed in your swimsuit!” You nodded, “Sure that's what you meant, not that you wanted a repeat of Friday?” You said boldly with a wink, making the four men gawk at you. “Anyway, do you guys do a Sunday party too?” Hoseok cleared his throat, “Yeah we do, none of us have Monday classes anyway. It can either be batshit crazy or a bit more mellow than other nights.” You made a noise of understanding and put your now empty mug in the sink.

By now it was close to 1 pm so you decided to make bibimbap for lunch with the help of Jin. The two of you shooed the other boys out of the kitchen to wake up the still sleeping men because they kept stealing slices of the ingredients while you were cutting them up. When the two of you were satisfied with the plating and table setup you asked Yoongi, who had opted to work on his computer on the couch, to go let the other boys know the food was ready.

You tried to keep in the snicker you felt when Namjoon came to sit beside you in his plaid pajamas and messy bed hair. Carding your hands through his hair, you made it somewhat presentable, earning a satisfied hum from the barely aware man. The other six laughed at his state, but poured him a glass of water and made sure he ate his lunch. After he had eaten Namjoon was much more aware and so the boys began their relentless teasing of his impromptu strip show the night before.

Namjoon banged his head on the table, “God, I am so sorry Y/N.” But you shook your head and gave him a smile. “She thinks you have a hot body Joon, don’t worry.” Yoongi said as he began to clear the table. You gave him a look but he just laughed while Namjoon looked flustered. “Y/N~ Play a game with me and Kook.” Taehyung whined coming to tug on your arm, you rolled your eyes and let him drag you to the games area. Jungkook sat beside you and rested his head on your shoulder as Taehyung set up the console. Jungkook smelt good and his hair was still the tiniest bit damp, so you assumed he had showered before lunchtime.

Taehyung came to sit on your other side and the three of you began your intense game of Mario Kart. Well, intense between Jungkook and Tae that was. Of all types of games, racing games were your biggest weak spot. You struggled to keep up with the two, and after a few hours, you gave up your remote to Jimin and instead cuddled into Jungkook. Pulling out your phone you looked at the mostly empty home screen. You’d deleted all your social media apps when you’d left your old dorm, the pain of the memories had been too much for you to even block them. Pocketing your phone once more, you inhaled Jungkooks scent and felt much calmer. You hated the effect your ex-friends still had over you.

Stretching, you left your spot, stepping over Jimin who was sat on the floor and headed to the back yard. Jin and Namjoon were both reading on the outdoor wicker couch while Yoongi was clacking on his computer in one of the matching chairs. Hoseok was doing yoga on the grass which made you raise a brow. “No one is gonna join poor Hobi in his yoga?” You said stepping out onto the deck. Jin and Namjoon both made a face while Yoongi completely ignored the comment. You shook your head and made your way over to where Hoseok was. “Bunch of losers.” Hoseok said as you came to stand beside him, copying his pose.

It felt nice to do the slow stretches in the soft sun of the afternoon, Hoseok was patient as he taught you the proper techniques. Occasionally he would move your limbs with his hands, his grip gentle but direct. It was a strangely intimate thing, but you both spent a lot of it giggling with each other as you attempted the more difficult moves. When you had finished with yoga, Hoseok turned on a speaker and began to dance. You watched his fluid movements and joined in slowly as you picked up on the beat. The dance ended up getting silly very quickly and soon the two of you were collapsed in a pile of laughter on the grass.

You sighed sitting up, “I suppose we should make dinner now then.” Hoseok hummed but made no move to get up from his position on the grass. You watched Jin stand up from his spot, “Me and Yoongi will make fish and rice so you guys can stay out here.” He said, pulling Yoongi to stand with him. You gave him a huge smile and a call of gratitude before laying down so only your head was beside Hobis. "We've been let off the hook, though I'm not sure you were going to be help anyway." You said with a giggle. Hoseok sat up and looked at you, "Hey! I can help better than Namjoon and Jimin!" He argued, making Namjoon give a shout of indignation from his seat on the deck.

You laughed harder. "You think that's funny? How about this!" Hobi began to tickle you and you screeched with laughter. "Oh, ticklish are we? Admit I'm helpful!" -- "Never!" You struggled to say in between his attacks. You were wheezing and could barely breathe as he tickled you, but you never backed down from a fight of any kind. Hoseok chuckled evil, "Not giving in hm? How about this!" He snatched you into his arms and began to spin around as fast as he could. You shrieked as he did so clutching to his arm and shoulder tightly. You heard Namjoon yell to Hoseok to leave you alone and not to fall, but he was clearly ignored.

When Hoseok finally slowed and put you on your feet the both of you were so dizzy that you fell right on top of him and took him down with you. "Who's trapped now?" You said with a sly smile, then you pressed a quick kiss to Hoseoks lips before running away into the kitchen with a cackle, leaving the man stunned on the ground. "What's got you all messed up?" Taehyung asked brushing your hair back into place when you nearly collided with him running into the room. "Oh, just a little play fight with Hobi." You said with a wink. "Well, foods ready anyway so sit." With that, he left to get Namjoon and Hoseok inside.

Dinner was delicious and everyone was in high spirits, you were shooed away from dishes once Yoongi spilled that you had cleaned the house alone. You took a quick shower before heading to your room to pick an outfit. Flicking through your hangers you came across a pretty lemon yellow silk dress with a cowl neckline , sliding it on and tugging it down so it sat how you wanted on your curves. Glittery lip gloss, a gold highlight, and a dramatic lash was your makeup for the night. Brushing through your hair and giving it a quick blow dry, you were ready and headed downstairs.

Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were back on the couch playing games when you reached the ground floor. Taehyung was wearing black slacks, a matching belt, a white t-shirt tucked in, and a black, red and white striped dress shirt set over top , looking dashing indeed. Jimin was in a simple black long-sleeved top with a cut down the center that revealed just enough skin, tucked into black slacks and cinched at the waist with a belt as well . Jungkook had on ripped blue jeans with a white tee tucked into them, a black belt sat around his waist and a light tan button-up over it . They were too involved in their game to pay you any attention, whooping in excitement at the screen.

You walked by them and into the kitchen where Seokjin and Yoongi were pouring various drinks into a glass on the island. Seokjin was dressed fairly simple, black slacks and a blue long sleeve button up with white stripes , classic but handsome. Yoongi was in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with white graphics on it, a blue floral patterned jean jacket to pull it all together . “What are you two up to?” You asked, propping your elbows on the island and resting your head in your palms. “Y/N! Wow, you look gorgeous as ever.” Jin complimented, making you crinkle your eyes in a bright smile. “Thanks! You too are looking dashing as always~” Jin laughed at your words but you saw a slight blush cross Yoongis face before he cleared his throat.

“We are making the punishment drink for the loser of their Overwatch game.” He gestured to the youngest three on the couch. “Oh? I pity he who ends up in that spot!” You chuckled. “Do you want something, I can mix you up something fun?” Jin asked with a wiggle of his brows. “Surprise me then Master Mixologist~” You cooed. “Jin’s making drinks? Make me and Hoseok rum and cokes.” Namjoon said as he came to stand beside you, while Hoseok came to sit on the kitchen table. Namjoon was wearing black jeans secured with a black belt, a red tee tucked in, and a jean jacket, while Hoseok was in tan slacks and had a light blue button-up slightly tucked in and undone a few buttons at the top.

“Fine, fine, I’ll make your drinks. What a waste of my talent...” Seokjin grumbled, you giggled knowing this probably happened often. Jin handed you the now finished drink which was a pretty pinky-peach colour. “A Love Potion for the lovely lady.” He said with a wink as you took a sip. “This is perfect!” The sweet and tangy cocktail fit your taste exactly, “What's in it?” You asked Seokjin as he poured the drinks for Namjoon and Hobi, “Peach schnapps, vodka and grapefruit juice, guaranteed to make you fall for the person who made it for you.” He answered suggestively, making you smile. “These will make you love me too, though!” He said handing Hoseok and Joon their drinks, they just rolled their eyes at his comment though.

A wail came from the living room and you all looked over to see Taehyung and Jungkook dancing as Jimin sat on his knees, head in his hands. “Seems like the winner has been decided.” Yoongi said, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. A very dejected Jimin came to the kitchen dragging his feet as Jungkook and Tae whooped along beside him. Yoongi presented the nasty concoction of various alcohols with a lime slice on the edge of the glass. Jimin grimaced and picked it up, gagging when he got a whiff of the drink. “This smells like alcoholic acid.” He deadpanned, making the rest of you howl with laughter.

Jimin pinched his nose and downed the drink while you cheered him on. He looked a bit sick as he finished it but chewed the lime triumphantly while the boys tackled him with hugs. “You’re all ridiculous!” You said through your laughter, shaking your head at their antics. “So you’re not proud of me?” Jimin said with a pout, his eyes big and shiny. “Proud of what? You losing?” You teased, taking a sip of your drink. Jimin gaped at you like he couldn’t believe his puppy dog eyes hadn’t worked. “Looks like you’ve met your match Jiminie~” Yoongi said with a smile. “We’ll see about that…” Jimin said, a mischievous smile on his lips.

There was a knock on the door at that moment and you downed the rest of your drink and smiled. “Let’s get this party started!”

#bangtanhq #bts #bts x reader #bts polyamory #jeon jungkook #park jimin #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #min yoongi #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #everything is not what it seems

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