#it was definitely a nightclub with loud ass music

[butchcharliee]

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[narcissistshandler]

Hobie x Reader where Reader makes Hobie so flustered that his legs are literally shaking. That's all I want in life 🙏🏽 (definitely could be smut but it's up to you,,)

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗗

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x hobie brown

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 public blowjob (hobie receiving) and implied public anal sex (top!reader & bottom!hobie)

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 this is pure smut, I hope it turned out at least a little like you wanted (don't know if you've noticed, but I'm getting worse and worse with titles)

Hobie was shivering even before you put your hands on him, the mere thought of what was soon to happen - your mouth on him - was enough to make his body warm and even though he knew the idea was not to have his arousal noticed, he clung to you all the way to the bathroom.

The line was damn long. Hobie liked going out with you anywhere, the clubs and bars mostly, because it was obvious how it would end - with his pants around his ankles and your cock working its way up his ass in a corner where anyone could end up seeing or listening. But the lines...

It seemed like your turn would never come, the line continued to get longer, the noises of conversation and music getting louder, and even as people entered and exited the bathroom, the line size didn't seem to decrease. The point was: Hobie wouldn't mind if you just had him here, where anyone could see. It was hard to say this to you when his vocabulary had been narrowed down to begging and demanding and your name, so Hobie really had no choice but to cling to you and rock his hips against you, looking for friction for his painfully hard cock pressed against his tight pants.

"People are watching," you muttered to him, it sounded like a reprimand despite your hands on his back keeping him against your chest and your erection pressing against his hips let him know you were just as looking forward to it as he was.

Hobie's mind was spinning with heat. He couldn't really care. And in the dim light of the hall in front of the bathroom, Hobie knew it was impossible to make out his face and even if someone did, in minutes the alcohol and drugs in these people's systems would make it hard to remember you or him, mere strangers in a random nightclub in a godforsaken small town.

You two weren't very discreet, the stall door slamming shut with the push from Hobie's back, the beat of the music still pounding in his sensitive ears. You dropped to your knees in front of him and Hobie's mind dismissed any thought that didn't revolve around you as unnecessary.

"Hurry, please, I need you," Hobie begged desperately, fingernails digging into the frayed denim fabric of his pants.

Your hands unbuttoned his pants, a hungry look on your face without making a single attempt to silence Hobie's loud pleas.

You didn't pull down his pants, you didn't have to when only bare skin was presented to you after you unzipped his pants. Hobie wasn't sure if he heard you calling him 'dirty', 'anxious' and 'slut', about not wearing underwear or if it was his own thoughts. It didn't matter though before your fingers grabbing his dick and pulling it out, hard and dripping and writhing between your fingers. Not missing a beat, your lips closed around the sensitive head, taking him into the heat and moisture of your mouth, and Hobie melted.

All the noise outside - the people in the bays to the sides emptying their bladders, some suspicious wet sounds and grunts, someone knocking on the door behind Hobie's back - faded away. He came apart under your mouth, legs shaking so badly your grip on his hips could very well be all that kept him on his feet. Your lips… Oh, your lips curled perfectly around the length of him, your eyes locked with his, absorbing the erotic expressions as you took him deep to the back of your throat.

Hobie was a mess, the moans, the grunts, the words he didn't even realize he was saying. 'You take me so well,' he said, 'Your mouth is so good'. 'More please more,' he begged as if he could die if you didn't make him come. '[name] [name] [name],' he chanted your name like a prayer, high and holy and divine.

Hobie's fingers threaded through the strands of your hair, anchoring himself there as he made weak, desperate thrusts against your mouth, trembling all the way in and out, your tongue dragging against him in a way that left his entire body on fire.

His balls tightened, the multitude of sensations prickling under his skin, pulse racing against his ears. The wet sound from when you suckled him seemed to reverberate through the tight stall.

Hobie blinked, opening the eyes he didn't know when he closed and the sight of you on your knees in front of him on a filthy public restroom floor, his cock disappearing into your mouth was enough to make him come deeply in the grip of your throat. The moan you let out as you felt him travel down your throat sent vibrations through Hobie's entire body.

You swallowed his cum, eager and hungry, sucking on his hardness as if you wanted to draw it all out of him. Hobie's fingers tugged at your hair, the shocks of orgasm sending his hips into a few erratic last thrusts, his vision blurred by tears he didn't realize he was spilling focused on the saliva mixed with come running down your chin.

Your mouth opened, a mess of spit and semen, and you let Hobie's cock slip free, something like amusement and wickedness in the way you looked at him. Hobie slid through the door until he landed in a sitting position opposite you, mind overheated and whole body shaking so violently he doubted he'd be able to walk anytime soon, but he didn't need to walk for now. He weakly pushed you back and got into an awkward position on his knees, trying to pull his tight pants down, he needed you inside him, not caring who heard him screaming your name.

[antoinettevanessa-blog]

Fortified Wager ♤♤♤ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 1

♦︎♦︎ Aventurine x Reader ♦︎♦︎ 𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

🄱🄰🄲🄺 🅃🄾 【Ｐｒｏｌｏｇｕｅ】

╔══ ≪ ♤♤♤ ≫ ══╗

Yours was a meeting not meant to be.

“—Should we check out that famous nightclub, Primavera?”

It all began when your friends invited you for a night out.

“C’mon, we should let loose! Our finals just wrapped up today!”

Your friend smiled at you, pleading with her gaze.

Inside, your introverted self and your wallet were screaming, ‘nooo!’

“Sure.” You answered.

Truthfully, you only really tagged along after they promised to treat you. Who could say no to free food, especially from such an exclusive place?

Not you, definitely.

Besides, you’d never gone to a nightclub before.

The moment you set foot inside, you were overwhelmed by the dazzling neon lights and blaring loud music.

Your friends immediately stepped into the dance floor, having the time of their lives, and you followed suit. Only for a bit.

You decided you had enough of brushing and stumbling against total strangers, on top of performing a series of stiff movements that outclassed even a robot, and went to see what the bar had to offer.

...Or more like, what your part-timer, broke ass college student wallet allowed you to have.

Because it was a regular weekday, the bar wasn’t overly crowded, you sat on one of the bar stools. The nice bartender asked for your order. It wasn’t every day that you get to sit in such a fancy place, so you ordered something daring.

Before long, your colorful, alcoholic beverage made its way to you in a tall glass, with a cute tiny umbrella on the side.

As bold as you were, you were still sane, so instead of downing it in one go, you took a little sip through the straw.

It tasted sweet at first, yet left a bitter aftertaste—not that you minded.

You took more small sips, drowning out the booming music with your thoughts, which was becoming increasingly difficult with the next table hosting its own party.

Out of curiosity—and slight annoyance—you sneaked a glance, wanting to see what the fuss was about.

The next table was surrounded by a bunch of dapper men dressed in well-tailored suits. Since their attire all had something in common, you concluded that it was a uniform of some kind. They were probably employees from the same company.

Cards and chips were scattered on the table.

You could tell what they were doing at a glance.

Inwardly, you grimaced in disapproval.

Then again, you were in a nightclub. What did you expect? A group of men holding candles as they recited a prayer for a sacred mass?

Among them, two men were sitting across from each other. The moment you laid eyes on one of them—the blond guy on the right—you momentarily forgot how to breathe.

Locks of his tousled, blond hair, which flowed to his nape, shimmered under the flashing neon lights. Sometimes blue. Sometimes pink. Sometimes gold.

His purplish, cyan eyes were serene, devoid of any worries. A smile tugged at his supple lips as he casually glanced at his cards.

If not for those around him, you’d have believed that he had emerged the victor.

However, seeing how fervently those across him were booing him, and in turn, cheered for the other guy... Right, the other guy, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

As for those on his side, at first, it may seem as if they were smiling, but it didn’t take long for you to realize that they were sneering.

It was as if they only stood there to laugh at the blond man’s cards and berate him for it.

How did you know that?

By that point, as the game between the two gentlemen grew more heated, more and more people started to gather around them, forming a crowd.

A sneak peek wouldn’t hurt.

As such, you, with your now neglected drink, scooted over to the table.

That was how some of their gleeful conversations reached your ears.

“...His luck has run out.”

“Seems like it.”

“He can only pray that Mr. Duane will show him some mercy, which I doubt will happen, since he’s been eyeing that position for a while.”

...Which wasn’t the kind of tea you’d expect from such a settlement, but okay.

‘Avgin’? Is that his name?

But why does it sound familiar...

You glanced at the other guy—the supposed ‘Mr. Duane’—right as he stood up with both hands on the table, leaning over the blond man as if looking down on him.

“—Good luck on not ending up in a ditch somewhere tomorrow! You should’ve agreed to let me take over when I was still being nice!”

His breath reeked of alcohol. Gross. Make senses, looking at all the champagne glasses strewn around his side of the table. As for his looks, it was ehh, compared to the guy who sat across from him, he was just—

“—What’s the hurry? The night has just begun.”

The instant that carefree yet melodious voice entered your ear, you forgot everything else as tension left your body. Only then did you realize that you were gripping your glass tightly.

A second later, it dawned on you how absurd it was.

What on earth were you doing?

These gentlemen were wearing custom-tailored uniforms studded with authentic jewels, sipping glass after glass of premium wine, so they probably had a high-profile job.

What they had squandered, they could easily recover tomorrow.

As for you, you only had the remaining hours of today before returning to the college grind tomorrow. It would be best for you to leave that silly little show behind.

“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll forfeit this game!”

In contrast to Mr. Duane, who was getting riled up for some reason, the blond stranger was relaxed.

“But why? Didn't you say you'd show me the ropes? Is this all you've got? Just when things were starting to get fun...”

See? Even the blond gentleman himself is unfazed. He acts like a child whose toy was taken away!

Therefore, this has to be a game.

A game with no real stake...

“—You damned Avgin! Let's see if you can still smile when I charge you with scamming the IPC and have you shot on the spot!”

You were about to turn on your heels when Mr. Duane spat out those words.

It was at that moment when you learned that 'Avgin' wasn’t just any name, but more of a derogatory slur, and that these people were chastising him for reasons beyond just being dealt a bad hand.

...Then again, rich people were just messed up like that.

It had nothing to do with you.

Those behind the blond man began to pile on him.

“Hey, if you beg, you might still be able to work for us...”

So what if losing would cost him more than just a few bucks?

“We all know it’s a harsh world for an Avgin out there. Don’t be so stubborn.”

So what if no one was really on his side?

“Your arrogance will be the end of you...”

So what if everyone was secretly hoping for his defeat all along?

Gambling’s stupid anyway!

You were getting worked up for no reason!

He was a grown man! He was perfectly capable of standing up for himself! Instead of shrugging those hurtful comments off with a smile... A smile so sad.

You tried to collect yourself. You didn’t understand where all of these emotions were coming from. Besides your own sense of self-righteousness and newfound attachment towards that dangerously handsome stranger, of course.

The situation was steadily worsening for the blond gambler, evident from the mounting pile of chips on the other guy’s side of the table.

Mr. Duane laughed out loud while his buddies snickered behind him. Those who stood behind the blond gambler were grinning. As for the blond man himself, he was staring listlessly at his cards for some reason, with an empty smile plastered across his face.

His wrist was hanging powerlessly, seemingly ready to drop what little was left of his cards and throw the game.

Did all of those offensive remarks finally get to him?

Seeing that, something inside you fell, and a bleak gasp escaped your lips.

...No way.

Only then did you realize it.

Deep down, were you hoping for him to win all along?

You clenched your fists.

As the sudden realization hit you, Mr. Duane and his cronies started pestering him again.

“There’s no harm in giving up, you know.”

“Sometimes you just have to accept defeat.”

At that moment, quietly, sincerely, you prayed in your heart—

“—SHOW THEM!! SHOW THEM WHAT YOU GOT!! DON’T LOSE!!”

Please win.

...Or at least, that was how it was supposed to be, until your mouth decided to outrun your heart.

Alcohol. It was the alcohol’s fault.

You were frozen in place, reeling from the embarrassment.

It went without saying that you successfully garnered the attention of those around you, and above all, of the pair of cyan layering on violet eyes.

They were widened in shock as the owner turned around in your direction.

It's unclear whether he caught sight of you, as by that point, you had already run away as fast as you could.

Not going back to that nightclub for a second time was pretty much a certainty by that point, and not because of financial constraints.

🂡 🂠 🂣 🂠

...Apparently, the blond gambler did win in the end.

Once again, how did you know this?

...It went without saying that you couldn’t just gallop out of a nightclub with their cocktail glass still in hand. The bartender wouldn’t let you.

Also, during your panic moment, you unlocked a certain skill and somehow managed not to spill the drink, so the glass was still half-full. You couldn’t just leave your drink unfinished. The fact that you spent a huge chunk of your salary as a part-timer to buy it wouldn’t let you.

However, just as you went right back inside, a familiar guy hurried past you.

It was none other than Mr. Duane. He was fuming as he made big strides towards the exit. Considering that he was alone, it seemed that his coworkers were left behind.

It wasn’t difficult for you to get the full story, because by the time you returned to the bar section, the blond gambler had become the talk of everyone there, if not the entire nightclub. Of course, the game was long over.

Nevertheless, the winner wasn’t quite what everyone expected.

Yes, it wasn’t Mr. Duane, but Aventurine.

Aventurine.

You let that name roll over your tongue a few times.

Still, that wasn’t the end of it.

There was a foul play.

Mr. Duane was cheating. and the game itself was rigged in his favor. The guy even paid the dealer. In short, everything was an elaborate setup to get this Aventurine guy to surrender his position.

The fact that he still loses, though...

Well, now that everything was settled, Mr. Duane did sound like the whole circus, but that wasn’t what everyone was focusing on.

Apparently, as difficult as it was to believe, the setup was just THAT elaborate and Aventurine really, really wasn’t supposed to win.

He only did because he beat the guy at his own game.

No matter how perfect the plan was, Mr. Duane himself wasn’t impervious to making mistakes.

As Mr. Duane got one step closer to victory, he became more and more cocky, which resulted in a blunder and ultimately, his downfall.

Thus, Aventurine made a name for himself.

Hearing that, the cocktail you were sipping suddenly became all the sweeter.

Best night ever.

...Although, if you had one complaint...

“Congratulations, Mr. Aventurine! We know you’d win!”

“We always believe in you, Mr. Aventurine!”

Standing just a few seats away from you was the champion himself, along with his ‘entourage.’

What a bunch of suck-ups.

Yes, said ‘entourage’ was none other than those guys who were wishing for his defeat earlier.

Now that Aventurine had secured his position, the same couldn’t be said about them. After all, they did diss him, hence the ass-kissing.

You unconsciously sipped your drink faster.

Shameless. Utterly shameless, a bunch of them.

In fact, some who were standing quite nearby were still badmouthing Aventurine, being self-conscious enough to lower their voices.

You didn’t miss them, though.

“...He’s so full of himself.” One of them said.

“Yeah, smug bastard. He makes me sick.” Another replied.

...Well, as they say, loser talk.

All’s well that ends well.

Those were your most recent recollections of that bittersweet night.

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🄾🄽🅆🄰🅁🄳 🅃🄾 【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　２】

𝕋𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥

[compassionatereminders]

my controversial opinion is just that i get annoyed at how people (my friends included) call everything ableist because it doesn't fit in with their specific needs. like, this nightclub isn't ableist because the music is loud... it's a nightclub. if they turned it down it wouldn't be fun for the majority of people. this thinking exercise about genocide isn't ableist because they didn't account for your RSD, the entire point of the thing was to be upsetting and make you realise how easily genocide can happen. this coffee shop isn't ableist because they shout out the order too loud, they just have to do that to grab the attention of the orderer. also if they said it any quieter my hard of hearing ass woudn't hear it. idk im just getting a little tired of my friend circle calling everything ableist when a) sometimes its just not feasible to think of every accessibility need and b) it's definitely not possible to implement all accessibility needs at the same time

On one hand I agree that ableism is systemic and everywhere, but on the other hand I don't think any and every manifestation of competing access needs is a worthy battle against ableism. Because unfortunately we can't accommodate everyone everywhere at the same time. Disabled people often need wildly different accommodations to thrive, and that means we need a lot of different spaces out there, not that nothing should ever be inaccessible/unpleasant to anyone - because that's an impossible goal

[jesterzwhiskey]

M!Hunting Dogs x Reader

Scenario- Nightclub Meeting!

Warnings: NSFW!

Contains: M!receiving head, pussy grinding, dry humping, intoxicated, teasing, pet names, strangers

Reader:Female!

Characters: Tachihara, Jouno, Tetchou

Tachihara~

Being negligent was the theme of tonight. You made the decision to visit the neighborhood nightclub with a few of your friends. The only items on your to-do list were to drink, party, smile, and perhaps bring a stunning guy home. Sincerity be damned, you were feeling a little starved for touch and somewhat irresponsible. 

At the same nightclub, Tachihara was present. He had barely begun to sip his beverage. He had accompanied his colleagues out. It was definitely a touch crowded as his eyes darted to a few of the other people who were out having fun tonight. He sips his brandy again.  

"Hunting for a hot girl?" Tachihara heard a voice in his ear. 

He slightly jumped in his chair. He responded to his coworker, Jono, with a shallow breath, "No, it's just crowded tonight." 

"What did you expect, given that it is a Saturday night?" inquired Tetcho. 

Tachihara tried to speak, but his jaw remained agape. The cause was a breathtakingly beautiful girl who was dancing and flipping her hair around. You are that girl. 

Tachihara suddenly slid the beverage to Tetcho while wiping his mouth. 

"I believe he found what he was seeking for," remarks Jono with a grin. Of course, he is taunting. 

"Huh?" Tetcho's eyes furrowed in confusion. 

A couple shots had already entered your body. While dancing with your buddies, you could definitely feel the warm buzz even if you weren't fully intoxicated. 

“Guys~ Look…” One of your friends pointed to a guy across the dance floor. You follow her gaze and shrug. 

“He’s so hoooot!” Your friend didn’t even waste time hearing your guys response to your opinion on the guy. She stumbled her drunk ass over to him.

Your other friends shake their heads in response to her irresponsibility. Without a care in the world, you go back to letting the music and alcohol take over your body. 

“Hey, Y/N…” A friend tapped your shoulder with a bright smile. “I’m going to get us some more shots, cool?” 

You smile at her and swing your hips. Although you wanted to respond to her vocally, you were enjoying the sensation of your hips swaying too much. 

You noticed something, or perhaps it was someone, as she was walking away. 

An attractive ginger was moving through the throng. And for a split second, you two looked at one other. Your chest experienced a different warm sensation as a result. You use your head to extend an invitation to him while chewing your lower lip. 

He was already coming your way, which is fortunate for you. The male halted in front of you and said, "Hey there," while quietly grinning. 

"Hi~" You take his hand while cocking your head to the side. 

"Hi, my name is Tachihara. You?"  Although he made an effort to talk in a quiet, calm voice, the man with copper hair was forced to speak over extremely loud music.

You placed your palm firmly on his chest and encouraged him to go along with you. However, you respond to him afterwards. 

“I’m y/n.” You flash him your teeth a bit. 

“Y/n..” The taller man smiles and murmurs your name beneath his breath. Then he begins to groove with you, letting his hand slowly go down to your hips. Your spine started to tingle with electricity. You chuckle a little as you lick the top of your teeth. 

“Do you wanna dance with me?” You politely ask the male in front of you.You were gawking at the male's physique, from all over and end to his eyes. 

The man introduced as Tachihara grinned broadly and began to sway with you a little. "I would love to dance with you, y/n" he remarked. 

"You really like to say my name, huh?" As you tenderly grasp his hand in yours, you inquire. 

Tachihara swallows and flushes. "Are you opposed my name?" He queries.  

Soon after, you decide to torment him by getting really close to him. You stand on your tiptoes and sound nearly breathless as you murmur his name into his ear. His ears burn, and a searing red glow shoots across his face. 

His member jerked a little under his slacks at your mocking. He stops you from moving away and offers your waist a slight squeeze. It's not like you intended to go; instead, you remained close and settled next to a new acquaintance. You were breathing somewhat heavily as you swayed your hips and felt the slight pressure coming from the other. 

As you moved your hips, Tachihara expressed a very low grunt of affection. The lump in his throat is swallowed down. 

Tachihara asserts, "C-Can you turn around?" in a cooing tone. 

You comply with his request while grinning enthusiastically. While he was still holding onto your hips, you turned on your heels. As he swayed his hips with yours, one hand gently descended and stroked your thigh. Your ass had been pressed by his bulge. 

As you balance yourself by resting a hand on his wrist, a shiver of pleasure escapes from your chest. He simultaneously shivered. 

You were warm and fuzzy as you rocked your hips against his while still appearing to be dancing with him. This seems normal to you, but it also seems a little crude, which makes you curious about the possibility of getting caught. 

Tachihara pulled on your hips and bucked into you as he let out another whine of delight. You clenched your grip on his forearm, letting out a small gasp of surprise and desire. As it got hotter and wetter, a tingling crept into your cunt. 

He dragged his hand back up, using his fingers to lightly brush against your clothing while still giving you just a taste of pleasure at your cunt.

 Your fingertips pushed into Tachihara's flesh, causing you to stutter and utter a brief expletive, "f-fuck," as you muttered it under your breath. 

Tachihara whispered into your ear as he leaned in close. "What a filthy mouth.~" 

The hand that was laying down and fiddling with your thigh traced a trail that went back up. As it made its way under your shirt, his fingertips pressed onto your skin. Suddenly feeling a breeze on your abdomen, you shuddered a little, but it swiftly vanished and was replaced by the warmth of his palm. 

Tachihara didn't stop and trembled after that. Your shirt now hung higher on your torso due to the upward movement of his hand. 

"T-Tachihara...~" Whimpering, you seem to catch the glimpse of two eyes on you. "We...should go someplace more priv-" 

Tachihara had grabbed one of your breasts and had softly messaged it to cut you off from speaking. 

"T-Tachi...h-hara~" Once more, you moan his name. 

The ginger continued to ride his covered length against your body, his motions becoming a little more urgent. Tachihara attempted to bite back groans, but instead managed to score the inside of his lip. 

You couldn't bite back the groans due to the sensation in your breast, hips, and rear too. 

"Mmmh~...ah~" 

Tachihara moved the hand off your hips, slipping them down into your pants and underwear as he grinned at your whines. 

"H-Hold on, we should," His finger tips touching your clit, once more made you pause.  "Ha!~" 

"There isn't an isolated spot here because the space is packed to the rafters with people," Tachihara came forward and whispered in your ear. 

You shuddered pitifully at his words and slightly squeezed your thighs around his hand. 

As soon as he touched you, you began to sweat and murmur, and his fingertips started to make little circles on your clit.

"Can't believe you're so wet. Over a stranger like me, y/n?" he coos. 

"Mmm... ha," As you close your eyes, more pathetic noises come from your chest. You were hoping no one had a fuss when they saw you two and alerted security. 

Tachihara bites down on your jawline after noticing that you had your eyes shut. You jerked your head back, drool gathering in the mouth corner. 

"Ah!~" You cry. 

You can hear the redhead's slender groans of delight when he is close to your ear. His hips are thrusting at your clothed ass harder and quicker. 

His finger descended till it came to rest at the entrance to your needy, dripping cunt. letting your hot breath produce some well-deserved moans. Tachihara didn't waste any time in inserting his fingers. 

"Ah!~ Ngh~... ahhh," Your groans became too loud for you to suppress. It began rough and a bit uncomfortable as his digits moved in and out. But before long, you were drawn into a realm of exhilarating feelings. 

Tachihara's member sprang violently beneath his briefs, driving even harder against you. He pulls your hips into him with another quick inhale, which causes a flood of ecstasy to wash over him. 

As he leaves a path of kisses on your neck, Tachihara murmurs, "Ngh." 

He raised his hand again to cup your breast. Giving your nipple a slight pinch, causing you to drool out of the side of your mouth. 

Your high was about to arrive as his fingers dug deep within you and his member furiously rocked against your ass.

 "T-Ta... ah chi~." You squeak out a whimper hardly at all. 

He almost came when he heard his name being desperately sobbed out. He took a deep breath and again sank his teeth into your lower jaw. Gaining another delighted sigh from you. 

While inside you, Tachihara proceeded to spread his fingers. 

"A-ah!~ Tachihara, I'm gonna...g-gonna to cum." As you reach behind you and firmly seize his forearm, you gasp. 

Tachihara pushed his fingers even further than before, as if something within him had been triggered. 

Your eyes immediately open as you knock your head backwards.That was the necessary final straw before you coated all of his digits with your climax. 

After you came, Tachihara gave a few more thrusts before releasing his white ropes into his underwear. 

You two slouched together as you pant for air. Against his, your body trembles. 

You guys came down from your high in only a matter of seconds. Tachihara removes his hand timidly from your pants. 

You adjust your attire as he does this to make it appear as though no one has attempted to take it off. Your lips begin to form an embarrassed smile. 

"So...um...Do you want to get coffee tomorrow? Talk..." Tachihara was cut off. 

"Yes...sorry. I just want to see you again," you blush. 

Afterwards, you exchange numbers. Tachihara gives a small wave to you as the both of you separate back to your friends. 

Jouno~

"Get going, yn! It's a club," your companion chuckled. "Drink! Party for fucks sake!" 

You take a sip from your glass while rolling your eyes. "Bitch, how drunk are you, I've already had a little to drink," They shake their head and click their tongue. "No. I want to smash you up with me." They moan. 

"Okay, if you won't join me in getting wasted. You ought to be on the lookout for a cute guy." They nudge you while undoubtedly having someone in their sights. 

You inquire, tilting your head to the side to try to follow their look, "Do you have an eye on someone?"

"Maaaybe. Here. Speak with his friend." They spoke too soon in return. 

"Which two friends are you looking at, please provide context." You make an effort to ignore the masses of individuals that she might have been glancing at. 

Your gaze focused on luxurious, opaque white hair, with ruby tips. 

Thump!

Your heart began to race as a warm blush raced across your cheeks. 

Your friend noticed right away. "Oh, I hope you're not staring at the brunette. I made a declaration. That you're helping me." 

But you were too preoccupied with the man with the white hair. Across the nightclub, he was captivating to take in. He was seated next to an expected brunette. 

Your attention had been drawn to the man yelling at the brunette, and you could see the disgust on his face. 

"Oh my god, Y/n!" For a brief moment, your friend appeared almost sober. "I don't believe I have ever seen you this smitten by a guy," the friend said. 

"White with red tips..." Your cheeks became even more red. "Warm skin, shouting at the brunette," you added. 

Your friend clapped you on the back heartily. "Oh! Yes! The brunette I was referring to is the one. We must certainly go there now." They rob you of your hand. 

You were startled out of your daydream. "N-No..! "Hold on!" 

"You cannot hang on! Girl, go get some." They push through others while cheering joyfully. 

Before you are able to stop them from moving forward farther. You arrived, in front of the two cute men. Your attention was drawn to the man with the gleaming hair, though. 

"Hi...Do you mind if I temporarily switch our friends?" In basic terms, your friend clings to the brunette, who was perplexed. 

"Please remove him from this vicinity." You saw the man, and he spoke. He had a honey-like voice. 

Without even a moment of hesitation, your companion dragged the stoic man away. Entrusting you with a beautiful man by yourself. 

His features soon develop a painted grin as he says, "My, my, you have quite the strong heartbeat." 

You were slightly taken aback by his statements. The male kicked the seat open before you could respond and motioned for you to join him. 

You reluctantly occupy the chair. As you folded your hands into your lap softly, you noticed the beat of your heart in your ears. 

"My name is Jouno." You receive the fox-like man's name who wears platinum. You briefly close your eyes as you repeat his name in the recesses of your mind. Again, you were speechless before you even opened your mouth. Your thigh was the object of Jouno's hand rest. 

As you bit your bottom lip, your heart sprang with excitement. 

Jouno begins to say, "You know," as he pulls his seat closer. "I'll have to resort to calling you princess if you don't tell me your name." 

"Princess?" Uncertain of why, you blink, but the thought of him calling your princess all night made your ears burn. 

"I'm Y/n." You murmur softly, wondering if you ought to have spoken a little louder given that the music penetrated everyone's eardrums. 

But the snow-haired man lets out a little, contented sigh. "What an adorable name." 

You felt your heart pound against your ribs as you listened to him speak so eloquently. 

"I could say it forever, Y/n." Jouno chuckles lightly. 

Once more, heat floods your cheeks as you say, "You don't have to flatter me, Jouno. I'm already swooned." 

His grin widens as he lifts the hand that was resting on your thigh and slightly surrounds your waist. You were swept into his lap before you could say anything further. 

Your knees were resting on the other leg while you sat on one. Your face and his were barely an inch apart. He was so near you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. 

"J-Jouno..." You mumble the name of the man who was firmly gripping your hips.

Seconds fly by, of the two of you just enjoying the embrace. Jouno could hear your heartbeat and feel the warmth pouring from your blushing face.

Your focus soon wanders to one of the club patrons. There were undoubtedly a few onlookers. You felt embarrassed by this. 

 Jouno gently but firmly squeezed your hip, as if he knew what was wrong. 

"They're merely envious of the beautiful woman I have in my lap," Your heart begins to race as he chuckles once more, "so pay them no mind."

Jouno turned your head back in his direction while softly cupping your face. Once you were face to face with him, no words were necessary because your lips just automatically collided into his.

 He had really soft, warm lips that tasted incredibly sweet with a trace of alcohol. Your tummy began to flutter as the kiss got deeper. You instantly melted in Jouno's arms during that time. 

You were prevented from leaving the male's lap by a gentle hand wrapping around your hips and another reaching up your thigh. His gentle finger tips dug into your smooth thighs. 

You had no idea that a man could be both tender and ruthless at the same time. He put his hand under your skirt, and you made a hushed moan in approval.

Jouno lightly touched the underside of your lip with his tongue as his fingers inched you closer to womanhood. As you hesitantly opened your mouth for what he desired, a shock of electricity rushed down your spine. 

His tongue entered your mouth without missing a beat. Carefully exploring and tasting you. Jouno noticed that his member had come forth and was now slightly rubbing against your thigh. 

You uttered a startled noise as soon as you felt his hard twitch against the inside of your thigh. 

"J-Jouno..." You muttered, but he filled the space and forbade you from saying anything more. All he wanted to hear was simply his name.

His hand, which was riding up your skirt, came to rest against your folds, which were concealed by a thin layer of fabric. 

As the tip of his finger barely touches you, you tremble. He shifted your weight with his other hand while pressing even more against your thigh. 

Jouno also shook slightly as his hips rose and his member throbbed in his slacks. 

He kept teasing you, giving you only a split-second to appreciate the feel of his fingers on your clothed, needy cunt. 

"Please, don't tease me." You whispered in a trembling voice. To get Jouno to touch you more and for a longer period of time, your thighs even tensed. 

"Awe, you sound so cute like this," Jouno smirks. 

As you hung onto his shirt, you let out another pitiful moan in response to his remarks. Your slight hip-rocking gives him some much-needed friction. 

:"Who are you trying to stop from teasing you, anyway?" Jouno gave your thigh an urgent squeeze, grazing his knuckles along the slit.

You pause for a second. However, not for too long, as you say, "J-Jouno, I... want more..." 

His member throbbed at your pleading, but he resisted the temptation to buck his hips. 

"Jouno what?" He asks. His tone was close to your ears while it seemed of honey. 

You tremble in his arms while wailing, "J-Jouno...please." Your dignity is being stripped away as you softly beg. 

"Please...what?"  As his fingertips brush against your folds, the imposing man laughs. You try to grind a little on his fingers, but they were pulled away, so you let out another severe sigh. 

You plead to Jouno, "Please, Jouno...I beg of you...please touch me," in such desire to have him totally touch you.

Jouno delivers a moan "A-ah, fuck. Okay, Princess, because you whined so pitifully, I'll reward you."

Your stomach slumped as he moved his second hand downward while cooning. You observe curiously as his other hand releases your thigh. 

You declared "But you said-" Your progress was halted by a brief touch on the lips. 

"Patience~" Jouno whispers in your ear as he leans near. The portion of the lobe is then gently nibbled by him. 

After hearing some jingling, his bare member was gently massaged against your smooth thighs.

You exhale in shock as you turn away from him. "J-Jouno!~"

Jouno didn't stop there, though. He gently scratched and squeezed your thigh as he moved his hands up it. 

One hand stayed on your thigh while the other encircled your clit until his thumb came into contact with the puffy nub. 

Your mouth lets forth another loud moan. "Yes!~ J-Jouno."

"Keep whining my name, Princess, and I'll keep making you happy." Jouno breathes into your ears as he murmurs. 

His hips rise, pressing more forcefully on your thighs with his member. His tip landed on your skirt as he shoved back up after lowering his hips. 

"Ngh...ah....J-Jouno..." You breathe his name once again. Earning his fingers to slide down their way to your drooling cunt. Massaging the region before applying pressure on your clit. 

Your beautiful sobs made Jouno become a little louder and more bold. He moved your weight while pulling your underwear to the wide. Your eyes widen as you exclaim out in disbelief. 

He pressed his bare member on your slick pussy. You whine, and then you reflexively begin grinning on Jouno's hard on. 

"Ah~...ngh~" Jouno didn't anticipate your immediate reaction. He helped you move against his length by shifting one of his hands from your thighs to your hips. 

"Fuck, good girl," Jouno repeatedly taps your clit with the tip while thursting lightly against your cunt. 

"Ngh...J-Jo...ah! Ha!" Once more, you were weeping shamefully as you called out his name. "They will take notice." 

Your gaze returns to the sea of individuals gathered around the bar. 

As a response, Jouno answers, "That's...ngh...their problem." 

Knowing that Jouno would not pause for a few observers. You made the decision to tighten your hold on him and rest your head on his shoulder to conceal the look on your face. 

"We're hiding, huh?" Jouno heard you trying to hide your gasps and felt your warm breath against his neck. 

His thrusts grew rougher and more desperate, pulling back so much that when he made another upward thrust, he nearly rammed his way inside of you. 

You whimper his name for what seems like an infinite number of times, "J-Jouno."~" 

With a few more hits to your clit, and feeling against your folds, you were brought to your high, earning a cry, "..M'cumming...cummming!~" 

His member twitched as a result of hearing your sobs and feeling more moisture coat and drip onto his thighs. During your orgasm, he will give you more stronger thrusts to get to him. 

Your skirt was soaked in warm, white strings of liquid. 

You shook a little as you could still feel his hard member pressing against your slit, ever so slightly still moving. 

“Oh…Princess…” Jouno coles. “I’m not done with you~” 

Tetcho~ 

You were on your third drink, feeling that euphoric heat as it passed down your throat. You chuckle and set the cup down before turning to look at Tetcho, a coworker. Your heart pumping loudly in your ears. 

"I feel you have drunk enough alcohol." Jouno places his hand on the table, moves it to your glass, and takes it away. 

You make a tongue-clicking motion and side-eye Jouno. "The person who has been nursing that sake since we arrived says." 

"Don't do anything that you would regret once sober," warns Jouno as he crosses his arms. 

"You are saying that because you dislike Tetcho, I guess." You watch the relatively sober man converse with a somewhat intoxicated Tachihara while chewing your bottom lip. 

Jouno shakes his head and sighs. He wasn't going to give you any more advice; instead, he was going to let you make your own mistakes and then laugh at you. 

Despite the bitter colleagues' comments, you get up from your chair and stammer over to Tetcho. On tiptoes, you approach his shoulder from behind and encircle him with your arms. 

"Tetcho~" You softly coo his name. 

Tetcho turned to face you; he could still smell the fireball from a distance, but it was now much more potent. 

"Y/n..? Do-" Your index finger pressed on his lips, cutting him off. 

"I'd like for you to follow me." With your eyes fixed on his face, you gently tug on him to try to rouse him from his chair. He was a little puzzled.

"Where to?" As he moved, Tetcho questioned while placing his hand on top of yours. Gaining the thumping of your heart and a reddening of your already warm cheeks. 

Your chest is further pressed into his back as you hum and lean. You rubbed your cheek against his neck and gave him a quick kiss, evoking an uncharacteristic response from the generally stoic man. 

His surprise-filled eyes widen a little, and he asks, "Y/n?" with a light dusting on his cheeks. 

You continued to gently kiss his neck while ignoring the dark-haired swordsman's questions and felt your way downwards. Tetcho, on the other hand, grabbed hold of your other hand and halted you in your tracks. 

"Tetcho...Follow me now... I need you." You expressed to him what you wanted without any hesitancy in your voice.  

Tetcho squeezed your hand and tried to speak, but you were able to yank him from his chair. 

"Wait, Y/n, hang on." Tetcho made an unsuccessful attempt to hinder your course of action. Tetcho's hands were firmly gripped in yours as you proceeded to push through the smothering amount of people.

He gave up trying to fight you when he realized you weren't going to listen. Tetcho groans and looks for the destination you were dragging him to. As soon as you got to the back, where the restrooms were, it clicked. 

"Hey...Y/n. You're not  inviting me there, are you?" His heart was thumping as his golden brown eyes fixed on the women's restroom. 

You shook your head, "I just want somewhere private..." 

Tetcho gulps as your free hand seizes the handle of the men's restroom. Tetcho, however, pulled you firmly into his chest while cradling you with his other hand, which was placed on the back of your head. 

His heartbeat was audible, and it was rapid. He eventually forced his way through the throng and pressed up against the wall. 

"..." Tetcho attempted to speak his mind, but nothing came out. He shut his mouth quickly after that and ran his fingers through your locks. 

As your hands moved down his torso and toward Tetcho's crotch, a grin crept upon your lips. You experienced a jolt of shock in your mind. 

"Y/n..." Tetcho exclaims your name quietly, as his member jumps a little in your palm. Ensuring your excitement-induced tummy flutters. 

You touch him through his clothes and tuck between his shoulder and neck. Once more, you gave his neck a few hasty kisses and even a few tiny love nibbles. Tetcho moaned a little louder and clutched some of your hair in his hand. 

When you hear him groan, you stroke the bulge in his attire, teasing the tip occasionally to get him to take a longer, deeper breath. To get a feel for Tetcho's lips, you lift your head up and lean in for a kiss. 

But you came to a standstill. Your mouth was covered by his hand, which caused you to shrink. Your shocked eyes were wide open.  You step back and release his aching length. 

"Are you saying you don't want to kiss me?" You inquire, a little let down. 

Tetcho shook his head and exhaled. Soon, his arms around you, pulling you into a close embrace while he whispers, "Y/n...no...I do. Yes, I do." 

"Then...why? Why didn't you let me smooch you?" You pout while letting out a small whimper. 

Tetcho knelt down and gave you a delicate kiss on the cheek. He whispers, "I want to kiss you sober. I don't want to take advantage of you," with a note of sorrow in his voice. 

He had you in a tight grasp, and you could feel his member pressing against your lower abdomen. You were eager and thrilled to have intimacy with Tetcho as a result. 

"And that's...sweet." His words could not be disputed. "Let me do you some good."

After slipping out of the hold, you kneel. His hard on brushed across your cheek. 

"Tetcho, please..." As you began to press your finger against his member, the hunting dog began to whine. He takes a deep breath and combs his fingers through your hair.

"I want this. I swear. This is what I've always dreamed." You pout while tracing the outline of his marketing area in the pants with your tongue. 

Tetcho groans and accedes to your request. He nudges his head to the side and asserts, "Go ahead." 

You immediately unzipped his slacks and unbuckled his belt after receiving authorization. Then, only inches from your face, his member sprang out from his boxers. 

Tetcho gripped your hair firmly as he felt your warm mouth encircle his tip. You softly suckle the delicate spot, which was already experiencing some precum gushing out. Tetcho lets out a faint cry, followed by an urgent breath. 

"Y/n...f-fuck..." Tetcho fought the impulse to begin prodding you in the mouth with his length. 

To persuade the hunting hound to start moaning and call out your name a couple more times, you swirl your tongue around the tip a few times. Once his small cries had satisfied you, you bobbed your head half way down in anticipation of more. 

Your hand curved around, caressing what wasn't remaining in your mouth. In an effort to make the beneath vein as pleased as possible, your thumb stroked against it. 

Your efforts paid off, as Tetcho began to sob while having his head pushed back against the wall. His ecstatic crimson face was being watched by your half-closed eyes. Observing the man, who was typically difficult to read in any expression, was now clear. 

By opening your throat, you enclose his manhood more fully as your tongue adds additional sensation. After he pulled at your hair and further squeezed you to his member, Tetcho let out a piercing exclaim. 

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry...ah ngh~" Tetcho let go of your hair after apologizing to you so he wouldn't push you down anymore. 

As you attempt to take more of what he wants before his fingers become entangled in your strands, tears start gathering in the corners of your eyes. He cries with ecstasy as your hot, moist, mouth sucks on his throbbing member. 

"I'm going to cum, y/n." Tetcho bellows as he drives his nails firmly into the wall for support. 

You stopped when you heard his sobs and peered up at him. lightly brushing the tip of your tongue along the side of his member in a teasing manner. His thighs tremble a little as they struggle to resist your mocking tactics. 

"Can't handle a bit of teasing?" you smirk. 

Your thumb lightly feathers over his tip as you massage the genitals. Knowing what was going to happen, you swiftly wrapped your mouth back around Tetcho's member that twitches in your hand. 

Your throat was assaulted by a burning liquid that suddenly rushed into your mouth. Tetcho's hips buck and tremble a little as they press into your mouth. You backed away, and with a pop, you freed his member. 

Tetcho crouches down and leans against the wall, his hands snaking around to grab you and yanking you to your feet.

Your cunt is overflowing with fluid as you massage your thighs together. You loved hearing Tetcho breathe frantically after receiving head. 

"...Can I..." Tetcho shrugs and asks, "Can I reward you?" His trailing fingers were shoved against your hips but didn't stop there. A thigh squeeze was followed by a crotch rub from the other. 

You stutter a surprised breath before surrendering. His finger strokes your soaked rump as you lay your head on his chest. 

"You're so wet." Tetcho then asked, "Just from sucking my dick?" with a look of slight wonder.

Tetcho didn't seem the least bit embarrassed when speaking in an impure manner. His finger starts to move rougher as it tries to penetrate your layers of clothing. 

"Ah~...ngh~" You whine, your hips moving on their own, helping Tetcho in his efforts to be inside you through the clothes. 

Tetcho observed your hands delicately clinging to his shirt as you rattled in his embrace. His hands begin to work again as he seeks a stronger response from you. In order to gain easy access to your in need cunt, he undid your pants' buttons and pushed them open. 

You bury your face in his chest out of embarrassment as another cutting inhalation reverberates in your ears. When Tetcho's finger pushed aside the small layer of underpants and directly rubbed your clit, you opened your mouth to say something, but it was quickly replaced by another wailing of satisfaction. 

"Tet...Tetcho!~" You unexpectedly call out his name. 

His fingertips slowly feather your cunt in a manner similar to how you fanned his tip. Tetcho was inflicting sweet payback for your taunting by treating you similarly. He would approach your drooling entrance to open it with his digits but would then retreat back to your clit. Not letting you take pleasure in playing around with it. 

"Please...Tetcho..." Like a leaf in the wind, you began to tremble more. "I...I need you so badly."

You surprised Tetcho by pleading, and your pitiful cries pierced his heart. He quickly caved down and stuffed his digits inside as a result. 

You let out a loud cry before becoming embarrassed. You were aware that at least ten people had to have heard you. You start to bite back your moans softly, pressing more into the man holding you. 

You were already on the verge of your climax based on your prior deeds. Drool was all over his clothes as you wailed a little into his chest. Tetcho, though, wasn't bothered. Instead, he gave you a long, passionate kiss on the head and tucked your bangs behind your ear. 

As his fingers press even more firmly, an expression begins to form on your lips. You tried your best to hold back your whines, but it was absolutely ineffective. Your loud whining continued as his fingertips continued to probe deep within. 

"m'cumming, m...mmm" Before your bubble collapsed, you cried a warning and poured all over Tetcho's the hand. 

Tetcho withdraws his hand gradually, leaving your cunt with an empty space. Pushing off his chest, you turned to stare into his appealing brown eyes. 

"I love you," Your cheek is kissed by Tetcho. 

Tetcho bridged the gap with a passionate, adoring kiss as you opened your mouth to speak. Instantly melting, you once more shifted your weight toward him. 

Tetcho laughed as he softly muttered, "let's get you cleaned up," as the kiss ended.

[doctorho]

Neon lights

hi babes!!!! not sure what this is but here ya go✨✨✨

Viktor x gender neutral reader, 5k words

modern no magic au, viktor is still disabled but not actively dying au, everyone is an academy student because i said so. this will be a two part story!

summary: The last exams of the season are over in the Academy, and people are celebrating. Jayce, Mel and Viktor have a victorious pub quiz team, and after your classmates stand you up, you join them. And end up spending the night sitting in Viktor's lap.

Warnings: bar scene, implied drinking/alcohol but no-one's really drunk. also i think i might have accidentally given the reader anxiety

Tags: @writingmysanity

It’ll be fun, they’d said. You have to come, they’d said. Let’s all go, they’d said. 

And then they, your stupid traitorous classmates, dared not to show up. Which you, of course, only found out after dragging your sorry ass to the bar. 

It was a statistical miracle none of them were there, really. Celebrating the end of exam season was standard custom, and usually everyone flooded to the closest bars and nightclubs, probably increasing their nightly revenue by at least 500%. 

The place was packed, as usual, but you just couldn’t find any of the people that had participated in talking you into coming. 

Maybe they’re just not here yet, your brain offers only semi-helpfully, and you only semi-believe it. The quiet unsettling anxiety of being alone in a place where everyone else had someone to talk to starts to creep up on you, and a part of you starts to regret leaving home in the first place. For a moment, you wonder if they could have done this to you on purpose, but that doesn’t make much sense, so you try to abandon that particular train of thought. 

It was loud, the floors were sticky, and your clothes were getting more uncomfortable by the minute. You could have been home reading. Watching a movie. Playing a game. Something. Something familiar, something quiet, something comfortable. 

An annoying little echo of something one of your friends – real friends, not ones that stood you up at bars – had said to you once plays out in your head. 

Doing things is good for you. 

Don’t be alone all the time. 

You sigh a little to yourself. 

Ugh, fine, you think, and then you take a deep breath, squish that creeping anxiety like an annoying bug, and walk to the bar. 

You were already there. 

You might as well try to have some fun. There was supposed to be a pub quiz later – with only topics that no-one would have to learn in school – and that seemed interesting. Maybe you could get something good to drink, find a nice corner, and try that. One person teams were allowed, if you remembered correctly. 

The bar is crowded, with everyone wanting drinks and refills and trying to hit on the bartenders, so you have to wait a while before you can order, but that’s fine. At least you have something to do. 

Leaning on the counter, you look around as you wait your turn. The place was full of students; some of whom you recognized but didn’t really know, people you had seen around but never talked to, a few you’d shared classes or lab shifts with but no longer remembered the names of. 

It makes you feel a little better that to them, you were probably just another nameless face in the crowd, just like they were to you. 

Slowly, you get used to the surroundings, the too-loud mind numbing music and soft-sticky floors, people bumping into you occasionally. It all fades into a background mush of a steady hum and droning of the bass.

When it’s finally your turn, you order something that had a strange name and a funny color, and that was definitely overpriced. But everything there was, so you try not to dwell on it. Your drink comes with a purple glow stick and turns out to be sweet, ambiguously fruity, and so good that a part of you was disappointed. 

You’d want more of those. 

Dammit. 

You tuck that thought to the back of your head – a problem for future you – and walk away from the counter, making space for other people waiting to order. You’re not sure if the whole drink is purple, or if that’s just the glow stick, but you decide that that doesn’t really matter.

Looking for a free spot away from the loudspeakers, you successfully make it to a far corner without spilling your drink or crashing into anybody, which was, in itself, a victory of sorts. 

And then you almost spill your drink anyway when someone calls your name. Loudly. 

It’s Jayce. One of the more familiar faces on campus. You’d had some classes with him, seen him around, in events and workshops and at the library. He was the kind of person that seemed to be everywhere, so really, you weren’t that surprised to see him. He could pop up at the lab, or in an office or a hallway somewhere, or a fundraiser or a gala or a competition at any given moment, smile politely and stop for some smalltalk, and then continue on his way. He was everywhere and he was friends with everybody, at least on some level, it seemed. Most often he was in the company of one of two people, though; 

Mel, who was currently sitting on his lap, 

or Viktor, who was sitting next to them, avoiding being squished between Jayce and the wall. The three of them were on a two-person couch, in one of the far corners.

You gather yourself and slip closer to them, grateful to have somewhere to go and someone to hang out with.

Mel being there didn’t surprise you. She was – not shockingly – also the type of person that seemed to be everywhere or at least have some contacts there, so her participation in social events wasn’t out of the ordinary. She was studying something in the realm of political science, you weren’t sure of the details, but you had already mentally accepted the possibility that she would probably be running for president someday. 

Viktor, however? Viktor didn’t…do this. Not that you knew, at least. You’d shared classes with him, too, and he was in the lab more often than not. You weren’t exactly sure what he did as a student and what he did as a teacher’s assistant, the line between the two seemed to be a bit hazy, and he also seemed to have some independent job working at the lab. He’d talked about it before, but you were pretty sure you still didn’t know all of it. 

He was the type of person that would just casually say I have to go tend to the porous silicon now, excuse me, and never explain what the porous silicon was for, because apparently that part was obvious.

Or, you know, he’d reveal himself as working as a teacher’s assistant only after you’d only complained to him about the poor quality the class had been organized in. 

At least he had had fun with that one.

And at least he’d agreed. 

So, when you saw him, it was usually either in the lab, in the library, or out somewhere getting coffee. Most of your interactions consisted of lab-related things, or homework, or complaining about the inconvenient and too-short hours places such as the library, the cafeteria, or the coffee shops were open.

This was not a place you expected to see him in. 

“Care to join our team?” Mel asks, pulling you out of your thoughts, “We could use a fourth.”

Ah. 

The pub quiz. 

That made sense. 

You relax a little as you get out of the crowd properly and close enough to talk to them without having to shout. “Sure,” You say, giving them a smile, “Sounds fun.” 

Then, you lick your lips and swallow, looking over the room quickly again. “I was supposed to come here with some classmates but I think they might have stood me up.” 

Mel hums a little in response, Jayce frowns, and Viktor looks almost a little offended on your behalf. 

“Well, we’re more than happy to have you on our team.” Mel continues, “Do you happen to have any obscure areas of expertise that might be useful?”

You smile at her. “I guess we’ll have to see.” 

“Last chance to google something.” Jayce says, already looking down at his phone.

You furrow your brows, a little amused, and look at Viktor. “Do you guys usually prepare for this a lot?” You ask, “You know the winners get like, a coupon for drinks, not their weight in gold and half the kingdom?”

Viktor smiles a little. “Yes,” He answers, leaning forward slightly, “but it’s more fun if you win.” 

“Besides,” Jayce adds, still not looking up from his phone, “free drinks.” 

“And –” Viktor nods, even though Jayce can’t see him, “if we get enough of those coupons, isn’t it kind of like getting half the kingdom?”

“Oh, so you’re playing the long game then,” You smile, “going to win, what, for the next couple of decades and drink for free?”

“Give or take.” He answers, “Not sure where this place is valued at. Might take less than a decade. This isn’t exactly a high-class establishment.”

“But it is popular,” Mel interjects, sounding like she’s only half-serious, “students bring in a lot of money. Not compared to some other places, but still.”

Jayce hums in agreement, shifting a little in his place as he puts his phone away. He only needs to point towards the nearest table before Mel leans over, grabs a piece of paper that was, apparently, their answer sheet, and modifies their team to include four, not three people. 

“You should sit,” She says, as she’s writing, and for a second you just look at her. 

Where? is the obvious question your brain immediately supplies, you three barely fit there and there’s no free seats anywhere. 

Before you can ask, she looks up at you and answers. 

By gesturing towards Viktor. 

“It would make me look better if you sat on his lap, too.” Mel continues, like it’s the most reasonable thing ever, “That way I won’t stand out as much and look stupid on my own. Besides, we’ll all be close to each other that way. Easier to conspire.”

For a moment, you stare at her. 

And then you stare at Viktor, who is, slowly but steadily, turning slightly red. 

“Hang on,” Jayce says, “you think sitting on my lap makes you look stupid?”

Mel smiles and leans back against him. “Depends on the context.” Mel answers, before turning her attention back to you, and to Viktor. 

Who clears his throat. 

“I mean – if you want –” He says, and it’s exactly as much of a coherent sentence as you were expecting. It’s exactly as much of a coherent sentence as you would have been capable of in his place. 

“Are you sure?” You ask him, slightly hesitant. This was, this whole situation and where it was going, wildly uncharted waters. Yes, you were friends or – or something, you were closer to him than you were to anyone else there, but sitting in his lap was not something you had expected to happen. 

And – yes, you were not opposed to the idea, not at all, but – 

“Yes,” He answers, “don’t worry, you won’t break me.” 

“He’s tougher than he looks.” Jayce agrees, and for a second, you just let yourself feel everything around you. 

The music. The sticky floor. The aftertaste of the sugary sweet drink in your mouth. The way Viktor was looking at you. 

The moment. 

You mentally strangle the hesitant anxiety pooling at the bottom of your stomach, shrug softly with one shoulder, and take a few steps to stand directly in front of Viktor, your knees brushing his. Handing your drink to Mel for safekeeping, you carefully settle into his lap, barely daring to breathe, making sure not to knock over the cane that was leaning against the wall next to him. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You ask him quietly, leaning back slightly so he could hear you better, “You should tell me if I am.”

He swallows – you can feel it. “Eh, no –” He says, and his voice is so close that it surprises you, “ – you’re not. Don’t worry.” 

You exhale, slowly, and try your best to relax. 

Trying is the best you can do, though – feeling him pressed against you is causing way too many thoughts and feelings to happen for you to truly focus on anything else. He was warm, and firm, and you could feel his breathing, and you were sitting in his lap. 

You were. In his lap. 

You were not even going to let your brain go there. 

No, this was a normal, casual situation, and you were going to be cool about it. So what if you had a crush on him? So what if you could feel him pressed against your back, your ass –

“Good.” Mel says, smiling as she hands your drink back to you. You take it, carefully, trying not to move too much in case it’d make him uncomfortable. 

You were going to be cool about this. 

You came here to have fun, and that’s what you were going to do. 

“Thanks.” You tell her, giving her a smile and trying your best to act normal about the whole situation. 

“What is that?” She asks, motioning towards your drink with one hand, “It looks good.” 

“Oh.” You answer, looking down at your drink again, racking your brain for the name of it, “Something new, I think? It was called, uh, Krypton?” 

“Right, they’re doing that periodic table thing.” Jayce comments.

“Naming drinks after elements?” Mel asks, “Why?”

“Probably because a lot of nerds frequent this place.” Viktor answers, and again, his voice is so close that it’s like he’s talking directly into your ear. You can feel it, the words rumbling through his chest. 

“What’s it taste like?” Mel continues, ignoring his comment, “Krypton?”

You hum thoughtfully, and take a sip. 

“I would hope not.” Viktor answers while you’re trying to figure out what it does taste like.

“Krypton doesn’t taste like anything.” He continues, “That’d be a pretty sad drink.”

You can’t help smiling at his answer. 

“Why do you know that?” You ask, leaning closer to him again, tilting back your head slightly. 

You can’t see it, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he answers. 

“I know a lot of things. You'd be surprised.” He says. 

Quietly. 

Just for you. 

Before you let yourself get too focused on what his voice sounds like that – close and quiet, so close – you take a breath and turn to look at Mel again. 

“I think it tastes like lemon and rose.” 

She lifts her eyebrows and nods thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to try that once we get our kingdom’s worth of free drinks.”

“Wasn’t it half a kingdom?” Jayce asks, reaching for his own drink on the table.

“I’m optimistic.” Mel answers, smiling. 

“Is krypton purple?” Jayce then continues, now, you’re assuming, to Viktor. 

He hums in answer, and you can feel it. Every slow second of his chest reverberating against your spine, you could feel it resonate in your rib cage, and then when he speaks, it’s no better. His voice is so close that it’s all you could focus on, etching the sound of it into permanent memory without even trying. 

“It glows purple,” He says, “if you run a high enough voltage electric current through it. It’s colorless, normally, but for the sake of argument I guess we can say that it’s purple, yes.”

“Huh.” Jayce answers, leaning back in his seat. 

Viktor mirrors his movement, and you can feel him shift under you. 

His hand brushes your side, and then settles by your waist, a weight so light you half think you’re imagining it.

That, inevitably, reminds your entire body of the position you were in, which was extremely close to him. and you need to focus a lot of your energy on not combusting on the spot. You had never been so close to him before – why would you have been, you were friends – and this was… a whole lot of entirely new sensations. 

He was so close. 

What was he thinking? What was he feeling?

Was it as much as you were feeling?

You were acutely aware of every single point of contact between your bodies, and you were trying not to think about it too much, but, well, that’s just impossible. He was so close, and you could still feel his every breath, feel his every word rumble through his chest, and – 

Mel says something to you, pulling your focus back to her. She’s explaining how the quiz works, what the rules are, and you try your best to listen. 

In the background, though, Jayce and Viktor are talking something about circuit boards, and you can feel his every word. And it is wonderful and heavy and almost unfair, how he’s so close and not closer. How he’s talking like this, every word brushing past your ear, and you know it’s not really what it feels like. This isn’t for you, you’re just there. 

But…he wouldn’t have agreed to this if he didn’t want you there, right? He wasn’t a person that did things he didn’t want to do. He didn’t stay in situations he didn’t like. And he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be. 

He hums in response to something Jayce had said, and leans closer to you.

Closer to the table. 

“Can you hand me my drink?” He asks, voice quiet, and very close to your ear. Smooth, and gentle, and low, it goes straight to the pit of your stomach. You can feel him nod towards the table, and, presumably, the one half-full glass there.

For a single heartbeat, you just revel in that feeling. And then you let go of that and lean towards the table, putting down your own drink and grabbing what must have been his.

“Yeah,” You exhale, and hold it out to him carefully. “here.” 

His hand snakes past you, and his fingers brush yours, careful as ever as he takes the drink from you. “Thank you.” He breathes, so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, and you have to suppress a shiver. 

And then he’s back to talking about the circuit boards – something about heat resistant coating and trying to find a new way to attach some wires – and you listen. Try not to feel guilty about how much you were enjoying every second. 

They go back and forth for a moment, going through ideas, and you listen. You’re not sure what it’s about, not anything you were familiar with. Probably not course work, then.

You reach over to the table to grab your own drink again, and then settle back against him. He’s mid-sentence, saying something about mechanical stress – No, that won’t work, it will put too much stress on the wires – and you sip your drink, trying to figure out what they were talking about. They both probably knew more about engineering than you did, but you were still curious. 

“What’s the problem?” You ask, leaning back against his chest and tilting your head up, closer to him. 

He breathes out a quiet hum before explaining. 

“We want to connect two circuit boards in moving parts,” He explains, “which means it needs to be more durable than it is now. The solder keeps breaking, and the wires would get damaged in the long run.” 

You hum thoughtfully, trying to get a hold of the problem. “What have you tried so far?”

“Additional joints,” Jayce answers, and you can feel Viktor nod. 

“Heat resistant coating, it protects the wires.” Viktor adds.

“...But not the connections.” You continue the thought, nodding.

“Right.” Viktor agrees, “The components are small, the solder can’t take the stress.” 

You hum thoughtfully, thinking it through. “Right.” 

And then you lean towards Mel, and the answer sheet for the oncoming quiz. “Gimme.” You reach towards the paper, “The pen, too.”

She looks surprised, and you roll your eyes a little. “I’m going to use the blank side.” You reassure her, and slowly, she hands you the paper and the pen.

“Have you tried putting any kind of casing around the connection?” You ask, “What’s the geometry like?”

“Eh–” He starts, leaning closer to see the paper, “No. And it’s flat.” Then, he shifts a little, “Do we have space for casings?” 

That’s aimed towards Jayce, and while he thinks, you draw a tentative sketch of what you were thinking. If the soldered connections were the brittle part but the wire itself could be coated, they could build a protective casing around the connection, and let the wire go through it. 

“If we move around the components a bit,” Jayce answers, “then I think so, yeah?”

You can feel Viktor nod slowly, and he leans closer, to look at the paper over your shoulder. 

“Would something like this work?” You ask, knowing he was watching, studying it. You lean back and put down the pen, giving him a better view of what you’d drawn. 

He hums thoughtfully, and his breath hits your cheek, the low rumble of his voice feeling like it wraps itself around your spine and drips straight into your core. 

You do your best to ignore it. 

“Could work.” He says quietly, before reaching for the pen. You tug it closer for him to reach, and he takes it, and scribbles something down to the paper, too. 

“We have three wires,” He mutters, drawing three small lines inside your model of the casing. “we’d need to –” He trails off, and you assume that at this point, he’s mainly talking to himself. That’s okay by you; you just listen to his voice and watch as he draws with quick, nimble fingers. His breathing is deep and steady, and you can feel all of it.

He keeps sketching, and then exhales deeply, shifting slightly again. “That could work. We could try that.” He says, thoughtfully, lifting the paper from the table and looking at it for a moment before handing it to Jayce. “What do you think?” 

You smile, proud of yourself for potentially solving their problem, and Jayce looks over the sketch, squinting in the low lighting. 

As Viktor leans back to his original spot, you settle against him again – and his hand grips your hip, hard, holding you in place. 

“Please don’t say anything.” He whispers, quiet and breathy, directly into your ear. Closer than at any point before.

For one fast heartbeat, you’re confused. 

And then you realize what’s going on; in the new position, you’re pressed against him again.

“I can’t–” He continues through his teeth, voice still so quiet you barely make it out, and the sentence ends in a quiet, frustrated groan. "...control this, at the moment."

You can feel his breathing, now considerably less relaxed than before, and – you’re pretty sure you could even feel his heartbeat, fast and pounding against you. 

Unless that was your own. You weren’t sure.

You could feel every inch of him pressed against you. 

Including what was definitely an erection. 

The realization makes heat flood through you, and with it, a few anxious knots somewhere deep inside you dissolve. 

One, he definitely wasn’t uncomfortable with you being in his lap, then, at least not in the way you’d feared, and two; you weren’t the only one feeling like this. Feeling like your skin was tingling, like you wanted to drink in every second of this and burn it to your memory, your focus honing in on every point of contact.

You glance over at Jayce and Mel – both studying the drawing now. 

Good. 

You smile a little to yourself. 

“Circuit boards, then?” You whisper, tilting your head so that you were talking only to him, “That’s what does it for you?” 

He exhales a small, slightly-strangled chuckle, and briefly drops his head on your shoulder. 

“Right.” He mutters, sarcastically. “That’s what this is about. Absolutely doesn’t have anything to do with you being in my lap.” 

He still sounds like he’s whispering through gritted teeth, and for a moment, you feel genuinely sorry for him. 

But not so sorry that it would cancel out everything else you were feeling about him.

This was the guy you’d had a crush on for – far too long. And here he was. Like this. Because of you. 

You were on uncharted waters, for sure; teetering on the edge of something. 

And you wanted to know what was on the other side. 

“Sorry.” You breathe out. 

You’re not sorry. Not really. And he knows it; you can hear it in the half groan - half sigh that he makes. 

“How am I supposed to focus on anything,” He whispers, “like this, when you’re right there?”

“Sorry.” You try again, and it’s not sincere this time, either. 

“This is torture.” 

“The good kind?”

He swallows, and his hand on your hip flexes, tightening the grip.

“The best.”

You look over to Jayce and Mel again. They’re talking about something, you can’t hear what it is, but that’s just good. It means that odds are they couldn’t have heard anything of your conversation either. 

Mel gets your attention first, asking you to go to the bathroom with her before the quiz – apparently she needs a buffer to make sure she doesn’t get caught in any conversations – and as she explains this, Viktor’s grip on your hip loosens, and he sighs quietly. 

“Sorry.” You breathe in his direction, this time more sincerely. 

In response, he lets out a long exhale, and shifts a little as you get up. 

You feel genuinely bad for him now, but at this point, there wasn’t much you could do. 

At least there was a table in front of him. 

Mel tells the boys to watch your drinks as she pulls you along. The people had moved to the tables, mostly, in anticipation of the quiz, and the bathroom wasn’t as crowded as it could have been. You don’t even need to wait in line. 

“Still no sign of your friends?” Mel asks, casually, as she’s checking her makeup in the mirror outside of the bathroom doors.

“No,” You answer, “but they’re not really my friends. Just classmates.”

She hums in answer. Then, she changes the topic, as smoothly as she does everything else. 

“How’s it going with Viktor?” She asks, and coming from her, it sounds casual. Like a totally normal question. 

You don’t know how to give her a normal answer, though. 

She glances at you, waiting. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, which is stupid, because the question doesn’t really leave much up for interpretation.

She lifts a single eyebrow. “I mean,” She says, slowly, “you two fit together like nuts and bolts, the boy has had a massive thing for you for ages, and you’re sitting in his lap.” She lists, “So, how’s it going?” 

You swallow, trying to think of something to say. 

“Good,” you start, “good, I guess?” 

That was true. It definitely wasn’t going badly. It was weird and new and you wanted to speak to him somewhere where you could be alone, but whatever this weird new thing was it definitely wasn’t bad. 

She hums again. Looks at you for a moment, before turning back to her reflection. “Good.” She echoes, “he deserves good things.” she adds, “and so do you.” 

You nod a little, not sure how to answer.

She doesn’t wait for an answer before walking out. "Come on."

Right. 

Now you just needed to go back out there, sit on his lap for the rest of the night without spontaneously combusting, and figure out where to go from there. 

That was going to be fun.

Part 2

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Desire (8)

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I struggled to write this chapter. Not due to triggers.. just it's a tricky subject and I wanted to do my best at writing it.. tastefully? That being said...

T/W: Talk of being an atheist, Active relapse, talk of alcohol, mention of peer pressure, small talk of body image issues, mentions of abandonment, cheesy pickup line (lol)

I tried not to make it extremely detailed, but my version of extremely detailed and yours might be very different, so please read with caution. If it is a triggering topic for you, feel free to skip this chapter. Nothing important happens between Leighton and Colby. All you're missing is her hanging out with friends and then drinking and her thought process of why.

If you deal with addiction, please read this chapter with caution. It's going to get a little rough for the next few chapters... I write realism, I'm sorry.

If you need help, there are a lot of options online such as hotlines, worksheets or even meetings.

Please seek help if needed, and remember, take it one day at a time, I love you ❤️

*Leighton's POV*

Arriving at the club was weird. It was oddly empty in the front, there wasn't even a bouncer at the front door. It was nothing like the movies showed.

Movies always made it seem like LA clubs were this big party scene and it was so hard to get into...

We walked through the door, and I was immediately overwhelmed. The music was loud, and there were bodies everywhere, mingling, sipping drinks and grinding on each other.

It seemed to be a bar that wanted to be a nightclub. It wasn't fairly big and it looked like a bar, but the lights were dark and there were colorful lights everywhere along with the blaring music.

It's like you went to Disco Night at the Bowling Alley.

"Come on Leighton!" Alex tugged my hand, my clumsy ass almost tripping, unprepared for the quick tug of her hand.

She dragged me over to a table of strangers, myself glancing around, checking my surroundings.

I could barely think with how loud it was in here.

"Guys, this is Leighton. The girl from New Years" Alex introduced me, and I gave a tight lipped smile and a small wave, feeling extremely awkward.

"That's the girl with the-" Some guy started and Alex quickly nodded, cutting him off.

Okay then...

"Leigh, this is Scott, Isaac, Derrick, Katie and Estelle, but we call her Elle" Alex introduced me and I nodded, still awkwardly standing here, unsure of what to say.

I felt like I was standing in front of a stadium, naked.

They were all just staring at me.

"You can call me Estelle" She corrected Alex, and I nodded slowly, kind of struggling to hear them over the music.

"We ordered you a drink, here" Some brown hair guy said, sliding a martini glass over to Alex.

"Thanks" Alex smiled, taking a sip of it.

"I like your outfit, Alex" Some dirty blonde hair girl said.

I honestly couldn't remember who was who.

I haven't properly been out in almost two years, so this was definitely sensory overload.

"Thank you! I bought it today when I got Leighton's outfit" She replied, turning everyone's attention to me.

I wanted to hide.

I felt like they were directly staring at my stomach that was slightly protruding through the skirt, and the way the skin rolled between the top of the skirt and the bottom of the bra.

No one said anything, and they started talking amongst themselves, so I excused myself, making my way through the crowded bodies towards the bar.

"Hi um, can I get a coke?" I asked, hoping I was loud enough for the bartender to hear me.

They nodded, walking to my right and crouching down.

"Do you want a glass?" He asked and I shook my head, reaching for my wallet.

I paid for the coke, popping it open and leaned against the bar, watching the drunk people in front of my practically dry hump each other.

I don't know how long I was standing here, sipping the coke for, but I do know that I don't understand the appeal of bars.

Maybe you have to be hammered to enjoy them?

Or maybe not sleep deprived from a newborn?

I wasn't sure.

I turned back to the bar, looking around, seeing all sorts of bottles behind them when someone cleared their throat, saying "Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" and I immediately cringed.

"I'd have to believe in heaven, to fall from it" I replied back in an unamused tone and they got quiet real quick. I turned around, speaking up again, "So, out of curiosity, what was your follow-up if the first one was that bad? Did you have a backup plan or?" I asked, leaning against the bar again, having no idea what Alex or her friends were doing.

"You don't believe in Heaven?" He asked and I snickered, rolling my eyes.

Not everyone has to believe in religion.

"Do your bad pickup lines ever work?" I asked and he straightened his posture a bit, tilting his head to the side, eyeing me.

I hated when guys did that.

When they tried to figure you out just by looking at you.

Listen buddy, if I can't figure myself out, what makes you think you can?

"Let's start over. The name's Collin" He held out his hand and I eyed it, glancing back up at his eyes.

"Real name?" I asked, trying to see if he had given me a fake name or not.

I wasn't trying to get played on my first night out.

He gave me a strange look, replying, "Uh.. Collin Gardner" which made me laugh, deciding to go a little easier on him.

I was trying not to be a bitch, remember?

"Leighton" I held my hand out, since his dropped, and he shook my hand which felt so out of place for the location we were at.

"It was that bad huh?" he asked and I laughed, responding, "It was pretty bad" against the rim of my Coke can before taking a sip.

"Sorry. I don't normally walk up to pretty girls at the bar" He apologized and I let out a breathy laugh, glancing in the direction of Alex's table, only to see a brown haired girl was sitting there alone.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm sure you could do way better than me" I told him honestly, seeing the probably hundred of gorgeous girls around me.

Being Bisexual really has it's perks sometimes.

"I probably could" he started and my eyes widened, "But that doesn't mean I want to" He finished and I shot him a weird look.

"What?" I laughed, not expecting the bluntness.

I could see his cheeks redden against the harsh lighting of the club which made my heart race a little bit.

He shrugged before ordering some sort of drink.

He was handed some sort of liquid in a short glass with ice in it, and I glanced down at the weirdly colored liquid.

"What is that?" I asked, trying to figure out what I was looking at.

I've seen alcohol before, hell I've sort of tasted it before, but everything I had seen had been clear, or dark. This was a strange off brown color.

"Cinnamon fireball whiskey" he informed me and I nodded slowly, watching it slosh a little in the glass.

"Fireball as in the energy drink?" I questioned and he nodded. "Weird. Is it good?"

"I like it" He shrugged and I mentally facepalmed.

Of course he does, idiot! Why else would he order it.

It got quiet between us and slowly drank the Coke, trying to busy myself.

"There you are!" Alex said loudly, causing me to wince. "Who's this?" She asked and I mentally groaned, but before I could reply, he did.

"Collin" He held his hand out and at this point I was starting to feel embarrassed for him.

I may have never been to a bar or club before, but I was pretty sure you didn't go shaking hands with people like we were at a business meeting.

Alex just nodded, dismissing his hand, "You wandered off" She frowned, "I wanted you to hang out with my friends and I. Why'd you leave?" She questioned, seeming a tad upset at my disappearance.

"Wanted a drink, and your friends seem to not like me" I shrugged, waving my Coke can at her a little before taking another drink of it.

"What do you mean? You haven't even talked to them yet"

"Well"

"Well what?"

I stayed quiet, well aware that Collin was here.

"I thought we were going to let loose and have fun? Don't you want to forget about all the drama waiting for you at home?" She asked and I felt my head snap over to her, narrowing my eyes at her, silently telling her to zip it.

"Where even are your friends?" I asked, scanning the room.

"Katie went to the bathroom, Isaac is trying to pick up girls, horribly might I add" She laughed, "Derrick is at the table with Elle and Scotts in the bathroom. We were going to go mingle, but you left" She explained, Collin now excusing himself and wandering off.

Great. She scared away the fireball guy.

"Estelle definitely doesn't like me" I told her and Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"She just takes a bit to get to know, plus, Derrick was eyeing you, so I'm sure she was jealous. Don't pay your mind any attention to her actions. She's a bit... stuck up? I love her, but she has her moments" Alex explained and I nodded slowly.

"So.. is Derrick and her together or?" I asked, playing with the pull tab on the Coke can.

Alex scoffed, snickering, "She wishes" which made me let out a breathy chuckle. "Now come on! Let's go dance!" She shouted over the music, tugging me along with her.

I held onto my can, too afraid to set it down.

I've heard stories.

Alex started dancing to the music, and I just stood there, feeling extremely awkward.

I practically fall over in these heels walking, how the fuck am I supposed to dance in them?

I didn't feel like dancing the way everyone else was. I was way too self conscious to do some of the movements they were doing.

I wasn't a prude, and I didn't care that slutty girls were owning it, but I definitely didn't have the confidence to do it myself.

At least, not here, with these people.

You know who would love to watch me attempt twerking?

Kat and Colby.

I laughed to myself, thinking about when Colby came home with me, and was practically twerking in front of my family whilst they made the pizza's.

I almost wished I was here with Sam, Kat and Colby. I knew almost for a fact that if I was with them, I would feel a lot more comfortable and confident and I hated that.

I hated that I always needed someone to be better. To feel better about myself, to be more comfortable.

I couldn't stand being alone.

I always needed the distraction, or the encouragement or even the validation.

I could never just do things.

I hated going places by myself, I hated sitting in my apartment by myself and I hated more than anything, not having anyone to call up or text.

There were no distractions when you were alone.

My mind raced too much when I was alone, and I have been alone a lot lately.

There have definitely been a few times that I've called Elizabeth, my sponsor, and had to be calmed down, or talked to, and we even met up recently.

Having Elizabeth meet Gemma felt surreal.

It truly was an out of body experience to have my sponsor meet my almost two month old.

I never knew how badly "I need space" would affect me, but after having so much alone time, even if it has only been two weeks.. I know just how badly I can't stand it.

Alex was grinding against me and I tried really hard to go along with it, but I couldn't stop looking at all the people around us, my mind racing and my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

"You know what you need?" Alex asked and I hummed in response, curious as to what she thought could fix my current problem. "A drink. Loosen up a little bit. It's supposed to be fun!" She told me and I could feel my heart stop racing, panic filling my chest. "Let's go do a shot together!" She grabbed my hand, pulling me after her yet again.

I couldn't get a word out before she was ordering a round of Vodka shots, eagerly watching them be poured.

"Alex! I've never drank before! I've never taken a shot! I don't drink-" I quickly tried to derail the plan, only for her to call over her friend.

"Elle! Will you take a video of us doing shots? Leighton's never done one before!" Alex called out to the blonde haired girl dressed in a skin tight short black dress.

Alex seemed ecstatic.

What was so fun about watching me do a shot for the first time?

I always wanted to do my first shot with Colby...

Fucking Colby.

He's the one who wanted space. Who won't reply to my Happy Birthday texts, or even ask me how it's going.

He wants nothing to do with me. Hell, he asked me not to contact his friends.

He could be here. We could be doing this together..

I missed talking to him. I missed hanging out with him. I thought we were friends?

Are we not friends anymore all because we might have possible feelings?

Will I lose him over this?

I eyed the shots, my heart now practically beating out of my chest as I tried to figure out how to tell her I can't take the shots.

She seems so excited...

I couldn't stop thinking. I couldn't turn my fucking brain off as I stared at the liquor, my thoughts racing with questions and possibilities.

I knew that if I did this, it would be frowned upon. So many people would be disappointed in me. I knew that even though being a drug addict and an alcohol addict were different, that they were also similar. I knew that I had never touched alcohol because alcoholics run in my family, and I already have problems... but maybe they found something in it? Maybe there was a reason everyone turned to it?

I couldn't help but think about what it would feel like.

What it would taste like.

How it would affect me.

Would it numb these thoughts? Would it make me let loose like Alex and just enjoy myself?

Forget about my relationship issues, and my baby and the fact that I'm broke and jobless?

I thought about doing one shot with Colby just for the experience, but now, all I can think about is downing them all with Alex to get my brain to shut up.

I wanted so desperately to talk to someone. I knew I should call Elisabeth, and confined in her about these thoughts.. but all I wanted was to hear Colby's voice and distract myself, to forget, but Colby wanted space, and I need to respect that. Aaliyah is busy with River, and my family can't know.

Call Elisabeth.

She'll help you.

We don't have to do this.

You were doing so good!

They think I'm doing good.

That I'm figuring it out.

That I'm okay.

Everyone thinks I've crossed the bridge to better land, and that I was on the other side of the disease

but was I?

Aaliyah and Gabriel.. they don't trust me, and maybe rightfully so.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe I can't stay clean.

Maybe I can't do this.

Maybe the doctors had a right to give me a drug test. Maybe Gabe and Aaliyah had the right to ask if I was back where I was.

Maybe I was.

Am I really about to take a shot with a girl I met two weeks ago?

"Here Leigh, you go first and I'll go after you" Alex handed me the glass and I sighed, holding it, contemplating.

Does alcohol count?

Yeah I always wanted to do it with Colby.. I always wanted to do it when I turned twenty one.. I just figured it was a hard limit. That I wasn't allowed.

Was I allowed?

I sat there staring at it, a million thoughts racing through my head, but it was so hard to hear them, let alone think it through due to the obnoxious music in my ears.

"It's just going to burn a bit, but it will make you feel better. More alive, loose.. it's fun. I can call the boys over and we can do it all together" Alex suggested, but I just kept staring at the drink, flashbacks to all of my arguments with Colby and Aaliyah. The thought of Colby, Aaliyah and Logan leaving...

Alex is new, and fun.. and she doesn't care.

She isn't looking for us to date, or to have strings attached.. She's living in the moment, being free, not thinking the little things over.

I want to be like Alex.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I tossed the cold liquid back and felt it burn all the way down, coughing once I swallowed it, my face contouring due to the burning sensation of the drink.

"YEAHHHH!" Alex shouted, her hands in the air, cheering me on as I tried to recover, placing the shot glass down. "Let's do one together! I want to take a video!" She shouted, grabbing a shot glass. "The burn gets easier the more you do it. Let's have fun tonight, stop thinking so hard. Your pretty little head shouldn't be this worried all the damn time" She said, and I decided to give in.

Before I knew it, we had downed four shots together and I was definitely starting to feel it.

"Feeling better?" Alex asked and I nodded, leaning my head back against her shoulder as we danced with the crowd of drunk, horny 20 something year old's.

My mind was numb.

I couldn't think about anything, I could just feel everything.

"This place is getting kind of boring. Is there somewhere fun we could go, just the two of us?" I asked her, turning around, wrapping my arms around her neck, my right wrist draping over the left.

"You're going to feel the effects of those shots soon. They're going to hit you like a bus" She laughed, moving my hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"But you said we're going to have fun tonight" I frowned, swaying a little.

"We should probably get you some water, and food. Come on, I'll buy" She held her arm around my waist, pushing the both of us through a few guys.

~

I sat at the table with her friends, eating some nachos and drinking some cold water, my stomach turning.

"Leigh, right?" One of her guy friends asked and I nodded, leaning my head against my palm. "So..." He started but he never finished, causing me to look over at him.

"Hm?" I hummed, glancing back down at the table.

"You seem.. different" He said and my face scrunched up as I turned to look at him.

"What do you mean?" I mumbled, my head hurting from the alcohol and the loud music.

"You're different than the type of girls Alex goes for"

"What?"

"Her friends. You're different" He said and I rolled my eyes muttering a "Thanks"

"Can I ask you something?" He asked and I sighed, but nodded. "Are you two together?" He asked and I shook my head. "Oh. I thought-"

"Yeah, I know. But no. We are not"

"Is this your first time with alcohol?" He asked and I nodded, replying, "That obvious huh?" I asked, trying to ignore the guilty feeling in the back of my mind.

"Just a little" He laughed, "It's good you're drinking and eating though. It will absorb the alcohol" He told me and I just nodded again, pretending to know what he was talking about.

It was quiet for a moment, and I felt my phone buzz against my leg in my purse, ignoring it; the guy spoke again, "What did she give you?" He continued, my head pounding from the loud music.

"Vodka"

"Whewhoohoo" He breathed out with a small laugh, an impressive? sound coming from him, causing me to frown.

"What?"

"Pretty hard liquor for a first timer"

"Why"

"It'll fuck you up pretty quick. How many did you have?" He asked, and I looked down at my glass of water, wishing it was something else to numb the now prominent guilt feeling in the back of my head.

"I don't know. She kept handing me things, and I already fucked up, so why not keep going?" I shrugged, leaning back against the booth, glancing away from the bright lights.

What would Colby say? Aaliyah? Logan? My parents?

Is Stephen mad at me?

Am I selfishly ruining Gemma's life?

"Fucked up?" He asked and I nodded, the guilt slowly making its way into my head as I started to sober up, grabbing another nacho. "Fucked up how? Because you had so many or?" He asked and I honestly wasn't even thinking anymore.

I already messed up, what's there to lose?

"I um.. I'm a recovering drug addicted" I mumbled and I didn't dare look over at him, playing with the triangle chip in the food basket.

"Oh- wait.. does alcohol count?" He asked and I shrugged, playing with my food.

"That's the million dollar question tonight isn't it?" I asked, now playing with the straw in my water cup. "I'm very sorry.. but what's your name again?" I asked, my vision a little blurred.

He laughed, stealing one of my nacho's after he replied with "Scott" making me nod.

"And how do you know Alex?" I asked softly, wincing as the music got louder.

"We've been friends for years" He told me and I nodded again, my fingers rubbing my temples. "So um.. I know this is none of my business.. but does your recovery start over now?" He asked and I shrugged. "Wait, why did Alex give you Vodka if you're an addict? Wait, second question, why'd she bring you to a bar?" He asked and I chuckled, resting my elbows on the semi sticky bar table, resting my jaw against my right hand knuckles, turning to look at him.

"She didn't know"

"Oh... why?"

"Not exactly a first meeting type of conversation. Hi, my name's Leigh and I have a drug problem, how's the weather?" I mocked and he laughed, his shoulder meeting his jaw in a way to say fair enough.

"You told me" He noted and I shrugged, "Yeah well, that wasn't planned now was it?" I asked, grabbing the water.

"How do you feel?" Scott asked, seeming genuine.

"Like shit, but at least I physically feel how I've emotionally felt right? What are some good drinks here? If I have to restart my recovery, and I've already fucked up, might as well go all out tonight, right?" I asked and he was quiet as I reached for the drink menu that one of Alex's friends left.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" he asked me, and I ignored him, scanning the options. "Shouldn't you-"

"I'll be right back, I want to go try this strawberry daiquiri" I cut him off, sliding out from the booth, fixing the way the skirt was sitting before b-ling it to the bar.

I ordered my drink, grabbing my wallet so I could pay the bartender when someone cleared their throat next to me.

"Leighton? What are you doing here?"

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Written on: July 10th, 11th, 14th 2022

Word Count: 3.8k

Part Nine 

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Prove it. - J.T.K

Anon Request: "Prompt 88: Kisses in which “I'll kiss you right now to prove I don't feel anything for you,” but the kiss proves the exact opposite. Prompt 95: not being able to unbutton your lover’s shirt, their kisses are everywhere and too distracting."

Authors Note: This story was inspired by an anon I received requesting a few prompts from the smut prompt list I reblogged. I have a couple more of these requests as well and I'm steady rockin' on writing these anons/message requests. I love this trope so much I'm really looking forward to the next ones! I can't wait to see what y'all think!

Synopsis: After a run in on a night out, you find yourself with more than you bargained for. (Ya know, we like to stay cryptic!)

Word Count: 4.1K (look at me pulling back)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Language, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap your best friend)

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Prove It- J.T.K

You hate nightclubs. Why the fuck were you at a nightclub? “You having fun?!” A random stranger shouts to you at your position against the wall. He’s tall, not terrible looking, but definitely not the type you were into, plus he was way too underdressed, sweaty and very drunk. “Yeah.” You lied, shouting back over the house music giving him the most unimpressed and uninterested voice possible. Your shoes are killing you, there are way too many people, the drinks are too expensive and far too hard to get from the overcrowded bar, the music is trash and it's too loud to even think let alone have a conversation without losing your voice, and because there are guys like this. “Then smile!” The sweating man yells, a way too confident grin on his face as he takes a swig of his beer.

The comment alone sends a cringed expression across your face, “What’s there to smile about?” Your voice sends over the volume of the music, your eyes scanning around for- “Come on!” The man shouts, taking you suddenly by the wrist, pulling you to the dance floor, you nearly trip over your heels and alcohol in your system as you are pulled forcefully into the sea of people. Your eyes are wide as the man spins you to be in front of him, bodies all around you, moving and swaying to the music.

The guy grabs you by the waist, pulling you to be flushed against his chest, his hips grinding not so subtly against your ass. You're shocked at this guy's utter disregard for manners, you spin around to look at him, a look of disgust on your face apparent to even this drunk douchebag. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Let me turn that frown upside down.” The man smiles, taking another step towards you, hand reaching out to your cheek, but he’s stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. Your eyes search up from the hand, a smile finally appearing on your face. “I don’t think you're exactly what she has in mind.” Jake smirks as the guy turns to face him. “And who the fuck are you?” The sweating man spits, looking over Jake who looks as irritated as can be. “Her boyfriend, dumbass.” Jake snaps back, pushing past the guy and taking you to his side, arm falling firmly around your waist, thumb massaging reassuringly against your clothed hip, he leans down to your ear. “Come on, let’s go.” Jake says softly in your ear, kissing you on the cheek and walking you towards the door, his hand snaking to rest on the small of your back, making sure to shoulder check the guy on the way off of the dance floor, turning his head to send a smirk over his shoulder to the very angry man left standing in the center of the dancefloor.

The minute Jake opens the door to the street the cold breeze hits you, a welcome feeling from the heat of the club and the burning heat in your cheeks where Jake kissed you. The music thumps dully against the building behind you as Jake hails a cab. You can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips as you watch how overprotective Jake has become, he opens the door to the cab and helps you inside, you smile at the gesture, still tipsy from your drinks that you would rather not disclose the price of.

The ride home is fast and you can’t suppress the giggle that rolls out of your mouth. You hurry the keys in the lock, swinging open the door and falling onto the couch still smiling and laughing. “What on earth is so funny?” Jake says, closing the door and kicking his boots off, he makes his way over to join you, shrugging his jacket off and throwing it over the back of the couch, you sit up making room for him. “Her boyfriend, dumbass.” You mimic in a low voice, “You seemed uncomfortable and in need of help!” He defends, “I was, that guy was an asshole. I told you I hate clubs.” You complain, Jake runs a hand through his long dark hair, “Well we definitely won’t be back.” “Yeah or my boyfriend over here will beat you up.” you giggle out at the thought. “You have a very funny way of thanking me.” He shoots back at you, you push down your smile to make way for a more serious expression to appease him. “Jake, I appreciate your help and for coming to my rescue, you’re a wonderful fake boyfriend.” You say with false sincerity, the smile coming back to your face. You loved getting under Jake’s skin, he’s your best friend but you can’t help the casual flirtations that leak into your conversations.

“You are very welcome.” He smiles back, relaxing against the couch, the two of you facing each other in the warm dim lighting of your apartment, the hum of the highway just outside the window facing the lights of the city. “Very nice touch you added there by the way.” You smirk, kicking your heels off, sighing in relief at the feeling of freedom from your heels. “What?” He asks simply, “The kiss, very convincing.” You wink, moving your legs to sit comfortably while still acting like a lady in your tight dress. “It was just a peck on the cheek.” He rolls his eyes, “I know, very sweet, Jakey.” you grin, resting your head on your hand, elbow against the back of the couch. “It wasn’t a big deal, I kiss my mom on the cheek!” “I don’t think you said you were my son?” You snort, “Oh my God, it wasn’t that crazy! It was just a kiss!” Jake argues, tossing his hands up. “Suuuure it was.” You drawl, mind still a little cloudy from the liquor. “You’re my best friend, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary.” “No, just the context was.” You press, you love pushing Jake’s buttons like this, he looks so cute, no, not cute, funny, when he gets riled up like this. “Why are you still on this?” His voice rising, “Why are you so mad?” You laugh out at his irritation. “I’m not! I don’t feel that way for you, that kiss didn’t mean anything!” Jake shrugs, crossing his arms at his admission. It hurts, just for a second his words sting. You decide to deflect your hurt, “Alright. Prove it.” You demand, crossing your arms, mirroring his stubborn pose.

You wish you could take a picture of the look that flashes on Jake’s face, his eyebrows raised, his lips parted with surprise. You remain firm, tilting your head to the side with a confident expression. “W-what?” His voice sounding so small and timid compared to the booming voice he had just a moment ago. “You heard me, Kiszka.” The look on Jake’s face shifts, turning back to that stubborn expression he held earlier. “Fine. I'll kiss you right now to prove I don't feel anything for you.” He states so matter of factly, uncrossing his arms and moving towards you on the couch, you uncross your arms, letting your hands rest on the cushions below you. Jake leans in, cupping his hands on your face to pull you to him rather swiftly, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss surprises you, you inhale a quick breath of shock, but then it just feels… good? His hands soften on your cheeks, the two of your lips only pushed together, both of you seem too nervous to move. His lips feel so soft against your own, but then he pulls away, slowly, too slow that you can feel your stomach flip with anxiety.

Jake looks at your lips, his hands still cradling you in his grasp. Your eyes search his, the world grows so quiet as his eyes finally meet yours, the look of them telling you nothing as you search desperately for the nuances of his expression. The silence feels deafening, you wonder if you can hear the sound of the blood pumping to your heart. You slowly bring a hand to hold the back of his hand, pressing it closer to your cheek. “Nothing, right?” Your voice squeaks as you attempt an answer from Jake. “Nothing.” He whispers, his eyes not leaving yours, in fact, he doesn’t move at all, until suddenly he leans back into you, pulling you in for a second kiss. This time it’s full of passion, longing, on both sides. Your hand flies to his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for his kiss. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, you appease him and grant him access to your mouth, the feeling of his tongue against your own makes your heart flutter.

Jake moves closer to you, resting between your legs that you’ve now parted to get him closer to you. He tastes sweet like the tequila soda from the club he was sipping on, you bite down on his lip, pulling it between your teeth, a groan rumbles in Jake’s throat, sending a warm sensation between your legs. His hands move down to your waist, you take your chance, releasing Jake’s lips and moving him back on the couch, straddling his lap. You both sit in the dark of your apartment, just staring at the others eyes, the only sound is your shared breathing hanging in the haze of the warm air.

“This doesn’t mean anything, right?” Jake whispers into the night, sweet brown eyes never leaving yours. “No. This won’t change anything,” You say, matching his quiet tone as you take in the look on his face, full of adoration but a look of worry runs just underneath. “Right?” You ask, bringing a hand up to his cheek, he melts under your touch, pressing his skin to be closer to the palm of your hand. “Right.” His voice sounds heavy with a rasp to it, his hands moving from your waist down to your thighs, bare skin against his warm hands makes a familiar heat flow through your core.

You two continue this silent game for a moment, you begin to move closer to his lips, Jake’s head fully resting against the back of the chair has his face tilting up towards you, his breath fanning over your lips. “Is this still okay?” You ask with an air of sensuality, loving the tension between you two, moving to take Jake’s chin in your hand gently, he gives you a little nod. “Is this?” Jake asks as his hands run underneath the hem of your little black dress, just inching up your thighs, “Y-Yeah.” Your voice betrays you as it falls out in a breathy whine. “Good.” Jake states, taking you to his lips again. You fall into the kiss, your hands resting on Jake’s strong shoulders, his own hands making their way to your ass, his large hands taking in the flesh beneath his palms. Your head falls back as a moan escapes your lips, your hands slip down to his partially exposed chest, you look up to start undoing the buttons on his shirt, not like he ever had many buttoned up anyway. His lips make way to your neck, a small gasp leaving your reddened lips, his lips so soft on your skin, the way his tongue feels just beneath your earlobe is enough to have you dizzy, leaving your hands unable to receive any signals from your brain to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Fucks sake.” You murmur as you try to snap out of the warm fog Jake’s lips have you in, letting your hands pull Jake by the collar as you stand on wobbly knees as you pull him to your bedroom.

You push him against the wall of your bedroom, you fall to your knees, undoing the rest of the stubborn buttons, your hands move to his belt. Jake’s hands make their way to assist yours, his hands hurried to free himself from the belt. You pull his pants down, only to find his already hardened cock outlined in his black briefs. An audible gasp from you catches Jake’s attention, “Holy…” Your voice abandons your thoughts, Jake only slightly chuckles under his breath, your hand moving to palm him through the material.

A sigh emits from his throat, a sound that has you wet from nothing more than the voice of your best friend. You test the waters, leaning in to sweetly give a kiss to his hardened dick under the thin black material. You give several more little kisses, the last one lingers a little longer as you look up at Jake through your lashes. His breathing hitches in his throat at the sight of you, he lets his head fall to rest against the wall, unable to take your teasing anymore. “Please.” Jake hisses through his teeth, barely able to hold himself from falling apart from your taunting kisses. Without another word you pull down the material from his hips and down his legs until he kicks them off. “So fucking big.” You whisper gently, taking him into your hand, the contact of your warm hand giving him slow strokes makes Jake moan lowly from the back of his throat, a sound you have never heard before but want so desperately to hear again, and again. "Aw Jakey, you like that?" You tease, looking up at him with big doe eyes, all he can do is nod quickly, his chest rising with the increase of his breathing, heart slamming in his chest like a kick drum beating against his ribs.

Opening your mouth, you ease his hardened member inside against your warm wet tongue. A moan escaping Jake's lips at the delicate sensation, you pull away for a moment just to kitty lick the underside of his head, knowing it would be the most sensitive spot. Jake rewards you with his hand weaving into your hair, careful not to press you onto him but just to anchor himself to you. His fingertips softly scratching at your scalp as he finds his hold in your hair, you take him into your mouth as far as you can take him. His hips buck upon the feeling of reaching the back of your throat.

"Fuuuck me." He drawls, the sound of his praise makes you quiver, you snake a hand behind his thigh to steady yourself up against him, your other hand stroking what you can't easily fit in your mouth. You feel his leg twitch from your nails gently grazing the back of the sensitive skin of his thigh, bringing a little grin to your lips as you pull away to catch your breath, stroking him with your hand as you look up at the beauty above you. You've never seen Jake so vulnerable before, the whole thing feels almost too stunning to witness.

You bring him back into your mouth, going further than before, hollowing your cheeks, letting your tongue run against the underside of his cock along the perfect vein that protrudes dreamily on his skin. You catch yourself closing your eyes, savoring the taste and softness of him in your mouth, you'd never been a huge fan of giving blowjobs before but you could do this for hours as long as it was Jake's perfect cock in your mouth. You moan against him at the thought of the pleasure you were giving him, replaying the groans and faces he had made over and over in your mind. The vibrations from your throat pulled a long low moan from Jake, you could feel yourself pooling in your panties. Jake's hand in your hair pulls you off his cock, you whimper at the loss of his closeness and from the roughness in his grip.

"Come here.” Jake says pulling you up off of your knees, spinning you around so now you’re the one pressed up against the wall, your breath being pushed from your lungs from the force and surprise of it all. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to see what you have going on under that dress.” Jake says with his hands sliding down your curves to the hem of your dress. He pulls the dress up and over your head, leaving you standing in your black bra and matching thong, thanking your lucky stars you look somewhat prepared, knowing full well Jake wouldn’t have cared even if you were in your ugliest cotton underwear and sports bra. His eyes wander over your body, drinking in the sight of your soft skin and black lace, you blush at his eagerness as he meets your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He says softly, never letting his eyes drift from yours, making sure you heard him. He pulls you back into another kiss, hands drifting down to rest on your hips, “Jump.” He mumbles against your lips, and you do, his hands gripping the back of your thighs as you wrap your legs around his hips to keep you tight against him.

He continues to kiss you as he walks you toward the bed, setting you down gently, you sit up on your heels as you pull him closer to you, his hand groping at the clasp of your bra, undoing it with a little help from your own hand. He pulls away to ogle your chest, hands desperately kneading at the flesh of your breasts, you let your head roll back at the feeling of his hands on your tits. Jake brings an arm around the small of your back, laying you gently backward onto the pillows, his lips never ceasing their assault on your chest, making sure to tease you in return.

He dips his head down to your breast, licking softly over your nipple, his other hand busy massaging your other breast. You let out a moan at the feeling of his warm tongue skating over your hardening bud. “Oh Jake.” You mewl, hand snaking into Jake’s hair, pulling him closer to your chest. He envelops your nipple into his mouth, eyes rolling back into his head as you rake your nails against his scalp, fingers pulling delicately at his hair.

He pulls his lips away and meets your eyes, his hand coming to caress your clothed pussy. “You want this?” Jake asks, his eyes no longer speaking with a look of lust, but of concern and sweetness. “I need it.” You whine, hips bucking up at his palm. “I need you.” He returns, kissing you softly. Your eyes close at the sweetness from the kiss, you focus on the warmth of his hand coasting over your panties, his fingers running up your clothed folds. Calloused fingertips slip past the band of your panties, his fingers rolling down through your arousal, “So fucking wet, I’ve hardly touched you?” he whispers over your lips, your eyes open to take in the look of pure cocky confidence pulling at his face.

His cavalier attitude always secretly turned you on, always so fucking sure of himself, he knew the effect he had on women, but he never thought he would have this effect on his best friend, the person who knew all of his faults, imperfections and secrets and that’s what turned him on even more. “All for you, Jakey.” You smile at the smirk against his perfect teeth, that nickname, you were the only one who ever called him that. He tilts his head up at you, watching your reaction carefully as he slides his index finger inside you. “Oh fuck.” You moan, eyes rolling back into your head as his slender finger works into you. He adds a second finger working in a ‘come hither’ motion, making you grind against his hand. You’re a moaning mess from just his fingers alone, the control this man has over you is something you never thought you’d find in Jake. Slowly he pulls his fingers away, pulling down your soaked thong down your legs and tossing them onto the floor. He holds your gaze in his deep, dark brown eyes, bringing his fingers up to his lips, never once breaking away as he sucks off your arousal from his fingers. You sigh a the erotic scene, his lips separating with a slight pop, “Tastes so sweet.” he rasps, your jaw hangs open watching him, trying desperately to calm your fluttering heart.

He places himself between your legs, his hands gently spreading your thighs for him, he takes himself in his hand, pumping his hardened cock a few times before pressing himself into you. You both collectively moan into the hot air at the new feeling. Jake waits a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size, his cock stretching your walls out in the most divine ways. “Please.” Is the only word you’re even capable of forming in your mind and bringing to fruition, Jake rolls his hips slowly up against you, a deep groan coming up from his throat has your head swimming with lust.

He repeats his movements, slow at first then picking up the pace once he feels the way you're clawing onto his arms. His movements are merciless, his hips snapping against yours, he moans out your name and you moan just from the sound of your own name drenched in Jake’s pleasure. If you could only ever bottle up one sound to hold on to for the rest of your life, it would be Jake’s voice at this very moment. All of the times your mind had wandered what Jake was like in bed, this had exceeded whatever expectation you had concocted, you would have never thought he’d feel this perfect, sounded this beautiful or held you this tightly, never in all of your dizziest daydreams.

His hands never leave your body, as though this were all a dream and he would wake up if he didn’t touch you. You meet his eyes, his necklace and hair swinging in time with his thrusts, a slight sheen of sweat on his warm skin, cheeks rosy, his eyes look full of bliss as he drives into you. “You feel so tight, so fucking good.” He moans, his brows knit in ecstasy. “Gah, you’re huge.” You whine, clamping your eyes shut, your legs squeezing tighter around his hips, the change in position allowing Jake to thrust even further into you, brushing perfectly against your sweet spot. You bite down on your lip to keep the moans from flying out, Jake brings a hand to your chin, “I wanna hear how good you feel, baby.” Jake says, his voice sweet on the nickname, a name you had never been called by him, brings a smirk to your lips, a groan immediately leaving your mouth as he continues his movements, your orgasm fast approaching.

You grip on to Jake’s arm with white knuckles, another arm grasping onto his back, your nails clawing sweetly against his rippling muscles as he thrusts into you, deeper and harder. You both are falling apart at the seams as the pressure increases. Your walls flutter around Jake, he throws his head back, his eyes closing at the feeling of your approaching climax. “Come on baby, let go.” His raspy voice says sending you over the edge and barreling into the waves of your orgasm. You can’t stop the string of curses or the way you pull Jake closer to you, wanting to feel him as close as you can as you let the relief of pure ecstasy pull you under. The feeling of your own climax takes Jake over, spilling into you as he thrusts out of rhythm from the pace he had previously set, his voice carrying out your name in the most erotic way possible as he buries his head into your neck, letting himself lay on you as the two of you search desperately for breath.

You're finally sober to the situation, you and your best friend just had sex. Jake rolls over to rest next to you, both of you staring up intently at the ceiling fan, watching it spin as you both take in what just happened. Replaying what you had both said and done, the thoughts tumbling around in your brain like watching a washing machine cycle and spin. “So… nothing, huh?” you ask, your tone playful with a chaser of fear fully on display painted on your face. Jake only chuckles, “I think it may definitely be something.” He smiles to the ceiling, you let your head laze to the side, taking in Jake in all of his afterglow glory, braving to ask. “Something good?” “Something really fuckin’ good.”

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the night before — sebastian stan

sebastian stan x fem!reader

word count: 2,644 words

summary: you were invited to your ex’s wedding and despite all logical reasoning, you decided to go. now it’s the night before the wedding and you’re in the same night club with your ex. time to make some more mistakes.

warnings: angst, crying, cheating, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex.

a/n: i am going to make a part two because i want to explore this more. also, thank you so much for almost 500 notes on my first one shot! enjoy :)

The love of your life was getting married and it wasn’t to you. When you heard the news, you laughed out loud, a bit too loud for being in a quaint cafe. You thought that the girl Sebastian was dating was going to be nothing more than a rebound from you, even when you heard the news that they were engaged, you thought that it wasn’t serious. But now it’s the day before their wedding and you’re pretty sure she’s not a rebound anymore.

You wish you didn’t know what day the wedding was, but you did because you were invited. Sebastian invited you. What kind of asshole would do something like that? You know he saw it as taking the high road, being a bigger person, but it just came off as a pretentious douche bag move to show that he could be happy too. Without you. And how did this get past his fiance, Lauren? Did she want you to come?

You planned on not attending because why the fuck would you want to go? But then your friend, Emerson, talked you into it. “It’s in Hawaii,” “It’ll show him that you can still be friends,” “Rub it in their faces that you don’t care anymore.” They were all very shitty reasonings but you were drunk when you RSVP’d and even drunker when you booked the plane ticket. You had been drinking a lot in the weeks leading up to the wedding, it was the only thing that made all the nerves go away. You promised yourself that you would stop drinking so much after they were married and you intended on keeping that promise.

You had been trying your best to stay as far away from Sebastian as possible in the three-day period leading up to the wedding. It had been working well so far, until tonight. You and Emerson decided to go to a nightclub away from the resort you were staying at because you heard that that’s where the bachelor party was being held. Much to your surprise, that was false information. Now you’re starring at Sebastian from across the room with eyes wide and a jaw down to the floor.

“I thought you said they were gonna be at the resort!” You yelled at Emerson over the loud music.

“That’s what the bridesmaids told me,” she defended. “But it doesn’t even matter, we came out to have a good night. Fuck him! You can be nice tomorrow.”

You quickly started to regret every single one of your decisions you had made in the past three months. Accepting the invitation, booking the plane ticket, and leaving your hotel room tonight. You knew you shouldn’t be here but you were and you hated it.

“This was a mistake. I’m booking a plane ticket and I’m going back home. Tonight.”

“What?! You can’t do that.”

“The hell I can’t.” You grabbed your phone from your purse only to get it grabbed from your hand and shoved into Emerson’s pocket. “What the hell!”

“You’re not just going to leave.”

“Why not?”

“It’s been two years, y/n. You have been telling me that you’re finally over him for a year, that’s why we’re even here, right? Because you’re over him?”

You took in a shaky breath. No, you weren’t over him. You knew you should be, but you weren’t. You thought seeing him say “I do” would force you into moving on, finally letting him go. Now, you wanted to slap yourself for being so stupid.

“Yes,” you lie despite yourself.

“Good, so let’s go get you a drink and a hot piece of ass! And in the morning we’re going to watch as he gets married and you’re going to finally let go of him, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod.

You had to get over him, it had been two years. This was the way to do it. You would force yourself to let him go and be happy. That would make you happy … right?

You and Emerson walked to the bar, ordering shot after shot until you were dizzy. Then you ordered a long island ice tea which you did not need. After you basically chugged the drink, you made your way to the dance floor.

You changed from grinding on Emerson to random individuals and you couldn’t have cared less. Everything about tomorrow and moving on left your mind completely. Right now you were living in the moment, something you were always working to do. You could tell that the individual dancing behind you hadn’t switched for four songs, so you decided to turn around. You were hoping for it to be someone cute and nice. Someone to take you somewhere and fuck the worries away. Instead, it was Sebastian.

Your smile faded and so did his. You went still, your eyes trained on his. It felt weird to be the only people in the crowd not moving. You had lost all sense of anything, you didn’t know if you stood like that for seconds or for hours.

Something in your jumbled thoughts forced you to speak. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he yelled back. His face was unreadable at that moment, you blamed it on the alcohol but you weren’t sure if you could have deciphered what it meant even if you were sober. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, a few months, I think.” You were sure, it had been four months prior, right before you heard about the engagement. You ran into each other at a red carpet event and you tried your best to act normal.

“Do you … uh—do you want to go get a drink?”

You stood still again, silent. Your brain needed a minute to process the request. You definitely did not need another drink. “Sure.”

You followed behind Sebastian to the bar, a trip you had made with Emerson no less than an hour ago. He ordered himself a Screwdriver and you a Sex on the Beach, your favorite. You had both sucked down half of your drinks before either of you spoke.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Fine, I guess,” you replied. “How are you?”

“Good, good, really good.”

“That’s good.”

It went quiet again and even though the music all around you was blaring, it sounded only like white noise at this point. A thought came into your mind “tell him how you feel.” In a sober state, you would have shut down the thought immediately, but now it played on a loop. The chant continued to play in your head as you finished the last of your drink. You felt the tension in your body rise from your feet to the pit of your stomach, up past your throat, and to your head, making you dizzy.

“Can I tell you something?” You blurted out.

“Sure.”

“It’s loud in here.”

Sebastian chuckled, almost in relief. “Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No,” you said, too unaware to get how cringe-worthy you were being. “Can we go somewhere, uh, quieter?”

He nodded and you took his hand and went to go find a secluded location. You weren’t going to be that asshole who jammed the bathroom door shut. Also, you were pretty sure you’d get kicked out if you did that. It took a few minutes but you finally landed your sights on a room. The door was unlocked and you realized it was a coat closet, so you picked it as your location. You closed the door before turning back to Sebastian.

The music was quieter in here, it was muffled and far away. It smelled vaguely of cigarettes but you didn’t mind too much, it was dull.

“What did you want to tell me?” Sebastian asked, voice louder than it needed to be due to how unexpectedly quiet it was.

This was it, your one time to speak your mind. You might never get another situation like this ever again. You needed to let it all out.

“I don’t think I’m over you,” you confess. “And I really don’t know if I will ever be. I know it’s been two years and you’re getting married tomorrow, but I’m still not over you. I’ve been telling myself that when I see you at that alter tomorrow, everything is magically going to go away, but I don’t know if it will.”

“Why are you telling me this, y/n?”

“Because this is the one-shot I’m gonna get. You’re getting married tomorrow morning and you need to know this. Well, actually, you probably don’t, but I need to tell you. I need to let it out or otherwise, I think I might actually fucking explode.” You took a deep breath before the words started pouring out again. “When I heard you were engaged I laughed. It was funny that you were getting this poor girl’s hopes up when we all knew that you were just going to call it off. But you never did, and I was the only one laughing. I’m pretty sure that you were my person. And I think the only reason I accepted that we were done was because I didn’t think we were actually done. I thought you were gonna come back to me. I thought one day we would look back on this and laugh because it was so stupid.”

As you talked, your throat began to feel sore, your eyes stung from the tears forcing their way down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry about everything. I should have fought for us when we had the chance and I should give up right now and—”

Sebastian cut you off by cupping your face and wiping the tears away. “Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed softly, pulling you into him. You buried your face in his chest as he softly rubbed the back of your head. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

His sweet tone made you cry harder. You wished he would have been mean. You wish he told you to get over it and move on. But he was sweet and consoling you because that’s the type of guy he was. He was the girl who consoled his ex-girlfriend on the night before his wedding. That’s the kind of guy girls want to marry, that’s the kind of guy you should have married. At least if he was an asshole, it would have easier to move on. No one gets hung up on the asshole, they get hung up over the good guy.

You pulled away from him, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

“Do you still love me?”

“Y/n…” he sighed.

“Tell me you don’t. God, please tell me you don’t. Tell me that you moved on and that you love her. Could you tell me that? Tell me that you never think twice about me and that you only invited me to your wedding because you honestly think we can be just friends. I need you to tell me you still don’t care. If you tell me that, I’ll walk out the door right now and you don’t ever have to see me again. I’ll wish you good luck on your marriage and I’ll be gone. Can you just tell me that? I really need you to tell me that.”

You looked up to him with pleading, puppy dog eyes. You wanted him—you needed him to tell you that it was never going to happen. You needed closure to move on.

“I-I can’t,” he confessed. “Not honestly.”

You let out a breath you were holding before pulling him closer. You kissed him deeply and passionately, you needed him. He pulled you closer, melting into your mouth. This was it, this felt right. You didn’t think about the repercussions, you couldn’t. All you could think about was his mouth on yours, his hands on your skin.

He backed you up so your back was flat against the door. The hand that wasn’t pulling you closer by the hip locked the door. He hoisted you up, seemingly with no effort as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You made haste with his button-up as he started to push your dress up your thighs. You stayed like that for a while, tugging, kissing.

After a while, Sebastian put you down. This made you nervous, was he going to leave you here? Was the kiss just one dumb, hot mistake?

Instead of walking away, he knelt down in front of you. He grabbed your panties and pulled them down your legs. You looked down at him and let out a moan at the sight of him; lips read and raw from kissing, eyes blown out with lust. He hiked your right leg over his shoulder before looking up at you, asking you if you wanted him to continue. You nodded aggressively, letting out a few whines of anticipation.

He dived in, sending you into a state of euphoria. You pressed your head against the door as your hands tugged at his jet black hair. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying your best to keep in whatever moans he coaxed out of you. You felt you were nearing your high, but he pulled away before you could get there.

You let out a cry at the loss of contact. You tryed your best to pull him back to you, but he instead pushed your hands away, pinning your wrists against the door. He stood back up, form towering over your own.

“You’re so fuckin’ needy,” Sebastian stated, voice low and raspy. He undid his pants before hosting you up against the door again. He pumped his member before putting the tip at your entrance, teasing you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, pulling him closer by his shoulders. “Please, fuckin’ need you.”

With that, he pushed in, both of you letting out loud wanton moans. You forgot what is was like to be with him. He was on the bigger end of the men you’d been with and he was by far the best. As he thrusted into you, you started to realize how much you missed him every sense of the word. You missed the way he would kiss you in the morning, you missed the way he said he loved you in the middle of a fight, and you missed the way he grunted in your ear when you would have sex.

You both held each other close as he continued to snap his hips against yours. One of his hands reached down to rub your clit, making you let out another moan. You knew you were close again and you wondered how you could finish so fast when you were with him.

“I’m so close,” you warned.

“I know baby,” he cooed. “Wanna watch you.”

You leaned your head back so you could now see each others faces. He admired how you looked all fucked out and needy. He loved how your eye brows knitted together when you were trying not to cum and he loved the way you bit your lip every time he stared into your eyes. And he loved you.

“I love you, y/n,” he accidentally said, thoughts slipping into words.

Your eyes went wide but you couldn’t help but smile. “Fuck, I love you too, Seb.”

The confession brought you closer to your high and before you knew it, you were clutching his shirt in your hands as your legs cleanched around his waist. You both moaned loudly as you came, holding each other as close as possible. You stayed against the door, holding onto him tightly for a while. Then he slipped out of you and set you back down on shaky legs.

“Did you mean it?” You asked after minutes of staring into his eyes.

He hesitated, “yes.”

“Now what are we gonna do?”

[xpeachesncream]

bands | thirteen

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.9k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, slight degradation, trouble stirring behind the scenes if you squint, yeonjun and soobin (txt) make an appearance but also as reg 18 yr olds lol

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme​ @min-nicoleee​ @eggbutnotyolk​ @ra-mun-e @miinoongi​ @jimidol​ @ppeachyttae​ @thebeebi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @kooafraid​ @liriaus​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @sunniejinnie​ @cypheruby​ @cyb3rbab3​ @masterlists101​ @awhnamjoon​ @redhedhoseok​ @wooya1224​ @taeismydeath @jikookiekosmos​ @un2-verse​ @aynsx​ @wearenot7withu​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"BTS' Jeon Jungkook rumored to be dating stripper from nightclub!"

"Jungkook is no longer single, ladies!"

"Jeon Jungkook is dating a stripper? Why the hell is he doing that?"

"Who the hell does she think she is? I bet she's not even pretty."

"Jungkook fell for a stripper? Out of all people? Damn, and I thought he was better than that."

Jungkook has been tired, the rumors constantly being spread day in and day out. But, it still didn't mean he was gonna say shit to prove himself to people out there. He didn't need to give anybody answers. Hell, this was strictly between you and him and that's how he wants to keep it.

Fuck every single one of you who didn't wanna be behind him and support him. Don't even think about calling yourself a fan of his if that's your mindset.

He could truly care less. He was happy and he felt ten times better than he has in a really long time. It's unfortunate how people love to stay narrow minded. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that it was so unfair for you - how they stuck to that stripper image, rather than really getting to know you beneath the surface.

But it's not like anyone else deserved to know the real you, not after all this shit. And he was gonna keep it that way, and protect you.

"Hey, don't listen to any of that shit, okay?" Jungkook says as he meets you in your car in the BigHit building garage. "None of that matters to me."

"I know, but Kook." You look at him. "Your career, BigHit literally might not even want me here and-and—"

"Then I'll make sure they understand it's not an issue, because it's really fucking not." He says, getting irritated only at the thought of the company giving him issues over you. He watches as you slightly frown, causing him to sigh and soften his own facial expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get worked up like that. It's just annoying how people are narrow-minded. This has absolutely nothing to do with you." You give him a small smile. "Come on, I'll walk you." You silently nod and hop out of your car. You follow beside him, your stomach in knots having to meet with their performance director. This meant you'd also most likely run into the rest of Bangtan.

In which happens to turn true pretty quickly.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok says loudly down the hallway as he approaches the both of you. He does nothing besides smile, curiosity definitely filling his eyes.

"This is Y/N. Y/N, Hoseok hyung." He holds out his hand for you to shake, his head tilting ever so slightly because you know he's familiar with your face. He's just trying to remember from where. Or, he has recognized you, but he's trying his hardest not to say anything.

Cause they have seen all of you, especially in that fishnet bodysuit.

"Hi! Nice to meet you! You can call me Hobi for short. Are you meeting with someone?" You nod.

"Yeah." Is all you can reply with as you shyly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Nice, goodluck!"

"Is everyone else here?" Jungkook asks, making Hobi nod.

"Yeah, but they're still running through some stuff in the dance studio. I just ran off to take a break."

"Okay." Jungkook looks at you. "Follow me, he's in one of the private studio rooms." You both part ways from Hoseok, the need to clutch onto Jungkook's arm immensely strong right now. You hold yourself off though, because even with passing a few female staff members, you catch them looking at you oddly with the way you're walking side by side with Jungkook.

Nope. Don't even think about it, Y/N. It doesn't matter.

Jungkook knocks softly on a door, the middle of it being made up of entirely frosted glass so it's difficult to see inside. Their performance director opens the door swiftly and welcomes you in with a warm smile, stepping aside to let you in.

"I've got it from here, Jungkookie. Thank you." Jungkook nods but tries to peek through the door to get one last glimpse of your face before he shuts it fully. "How are you doing, Y/N?" He sits in front of you, leaning onto his knees with his hands fully clasped together.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good, tired." He chuckles. "Thanks for taking my call earlier and for meeting at such short notice on a weekend. I had a couple of things come up and didn't want to push things off until later." You smile.

"It's no problem."

"Jungkook tells me a lot about you."

"Does he now?" You chuckle and tilt your head to the side.

"Says you're a really good person. Super hardworking. Told me a little bit about your situation with your brother."

"Mmyeah, it's a little complicated."

"It's alright, no need to get into the details." He smiles before letting out a small sigh. "It's incredibly rare for me to hear Jungkook speak like that. In general. He's usually very closed off, doesn't like to let people in much. He really respects you, you know? Cares about you a whole lot." You slightly blush.

"I'm still getting used to it." He chuckled.

"Look, I know you've been worrying because of where you've been and all that, but I want to reassure you that none of it matters. I don't like to focus on all that. You're here as you, not her." He says, putting another pronoun to your stripper persona.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." He nods. There's a small pause before he begins to speak again.

"I could really use some help around here if you're still interested? The boys are becoming a lot for me to handle."

"Ah-uh, yeah! Of course I am." You found yourself stuttering at the sudden offer. Was this fucking real?! "But, you are aware of where me and Jungkook are at, right?" You ask, trying to be completely transparent and honest about their relationship. He nods and waves his hand out.

"As long as you keep it professional here, right?" You nod.

"Right."

"Come, let me show you around really quickly and have you formally meet the boys." You swallowed the lump in your throat. Fucking great. He definitely didn't know they've all seen your titties and pussy out during Yoongi's birthday, and now here you were - about to meet them again in this environment. Hobi was awkward enough even though he tried not to be.

Surprisingly, Jungkook wasn't waiting outside in the hallway like you thought he would be, but the tour commences and the PD is taking you around pretty quickly. You feel even more awkward and somewhat alone [even though you weren't] without Jungkook nearby, but you chug along and say your hello's to the people you're introduced to. He finally brings you into the dance studio, where there's loud ass music blasting, Jungkook, the boys and some backup dancers in front of the mirrors fooling around.

"Aye boys, come here real quick." You and Jimin lock eyes and your body suddenly gets tense. The room feels 10x hotter than it already is, especially when he slowly walks over and clenches his jaw. He is literally seeping with hate right now, maybe actually disgust, and he doesn't even try to hide it. Most of them for sure recognize you, but they seem to brush it off and give you a big wave/smile anyway.

"Last, that's Jimin - Jimin, Y/N." You give Jimin a fake smile, and the only thing his ass can reciprocate is the smallest, tight-lipped smile you have ever seen. You've never even seen your mom do that when she got mad or upset with you.

"Hi." Is all you can say.

"Sup." He looks at you before turning on his heel and walking away.

"Ooookay?" Namjoon furrows his brows as he watches Jimin walk away so rudely. "The hell was that about?"

"I knew that was Kookie's girlfriend! Maybe Jiminie remembers seeing her titties and shit too, needs to walk away before he gets his ass beat by him." Yoongi says lowly behind Namjoon.

"Yeah, like you're any better." Namjoon says, looking at Yoongi weirdly.

"I mean, we did see her practically naked." Jin says, chiming into the discussion.

"I touched her." Yoongi's mouth slightly hangs down. "I touched her."

"Go ahead, say it louder so Kookie can hear you." Jin nods sarcastically. "Go, say it!"

"No, stop." Yoongi's cheeks turn red while shaking his head and laughing. "He'll literally launch me out the window with one hand."

"Good."

"You asked for her to sit on your lap too, bro!"

"I was joking, and it's not like she did it anyway!"

"Whatever, I'm keeping my birthday deep in my memory storage."

"Clean slate for her so it should be for you too, my guy." Namjoon says as he has enough of their conversation.

You look at Jungkook who is silently standing there, looking like a big dork with a huge smile on his face and his thumbs up. You give him the tiniest nod before proceeding to follow the PD out.

"So?!" Jungkook dashes to meet you in their waiting room area, where an abnormally large picture of Jimin posing oddly hung up.

"He said he'll send me all the info and papers and stuff!" You respond excitedly as Kook hugs you and quickly swings you around.

"See, I knew it would work out!" He puts you down. "Are you gonna tell Kai?" You shook your head.

"Not today at least, it's his birthday and I don't wanna take away from that. It's his day." Jungkook smiles at you.

"Text me when you've picked him up? I should be home by then."

"Okay." You blush and back away, making Jungkook look at you with confusion. "I have to keep it professional here, duh."

"Ah I see." He chuckles. "That won't last very long."

"Jungkook." You whine.

"There's a lot of private rooms here and—"

"I'm not listening, sorry. I think Kai is suddenly calling me." You cover your ears as you begin to walk away, giving him one last smile before leaving him to the rest of rehearsals and whatever else they're doing. He laughs to himself as he waves you off, excited to get through the day so he can just spend time with you and Kai.

As the hours go on and it's about time for you to pick Kai up, you quickly stop by the store because you're a procrastinator and didn't buy Kai's birthday gift any earlier. You felt bad you weren't able to find the shoes he wanted, but you at least snagged the video game he had been talking about for a couple of days now. Before walking into the arcade, you made sure to write your birthday card and slip some more money into it before shoving it in your bag to give to him later.

"Your pretty sister is here." Yeonjun grabs Kai by the shoulder as he finishes up a game.

"Yeah, and you're too young for her."

"Age is nothing but a number. It's only like.. 6 years apart."

"Besides, she's taken, dude. Sorry." Kai snorts as he watches Yeonjun's smile fade. "You would have never had the chance."

"You're mean."

"I'm mean, or you just have really high, unrealistic expectations?" The rest of their friends laugh as they follow Kai over to you.

"Hey!" You smile at all his friends.

"Hiiiiii Y/N." They all say in unison, some waving in awe, while the others shyly dug their hands into their pockets. "Birthday boy, you all good to go? Got some good Loco Moco waiting for you."

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Happy birthday again, Kai! Get online later!" Soobin yells out.

"Yeah, yeah." He says, waving them off as he follows you out to your car.

"You guys run through the entire arcade?" Kai laughs.

"Pretty much." He sinks into his seat, legs damn near touching the glove compartment with how long he is. "I'm honestly so excited for Loco Moco. It's been years!"

"It has not been that long." You laughed.

"You're right, it's been months." Kai looks out the window. "Wait, you're passing the road to get to our go-to shop though?"

"Cause I found a better place."

"How is there a better place when that one was already supreme?!"

"Hey, trust me on this okay?" You laugh. Kai starts telling you about his day and how so many people he knew from school had been messaging him happy birthday. He truly looked his happiest today and it was all you could ask for. Though at the same time, your heart slightly sank at the fact that he'd be going off to uni soon and staying at the dorms. He was just growing up way too fast, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him now before he was too occupied being a college boy.

You slipped yourself past Jungkook's security, parking in the one guest spot they have in the garage that's closest to the elevator. Kai doesn't really question it and hops out anyway, his hands in his pockets as he follows you into the elevator and onto Jungkook's floor.

"You ready, kid?"

"Is this some like, Michelin Star Loco Moco restaurant?"

"Ah, I guess you could say that." You knocked on the door, hearing music playing in the background. Jungkook opens the door and Kai's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, that's Jungkook?" Kook laughs and steps aside to let you both in. "Sis why—what—how come you didn't tell me we were seeing your boyfriend? I look like a mess!" He says lowly.

"You don't!"

"Hey Kai! Happy Birthday!" Jungkook says smiling, making Kai actually blush. He's cheeks are tinted with a rosy color and he suddenly gets all shy.

"Thanks."

"Your brother's tall." Jungkook looks at him up and down.

"Looking at an 18 year old 6 footer."

"Must be nice."

"Go sit." Kai silently nods as he sits awkwardly on Kook's couch, while you go and check in on him in the kitchen.

"Is he always that shy?"

"No. Just with you, apparently. He's not even that shy around girls." You chuckle as he places a quick kiss on your head. "Need my help?" You still ask even though the plates are neatly prepared already.

"Not really." He smiles down at you. "You hungry though?"

"Starving, actually." Your eyes light up at the plates. "Ouuuuuu, yum."

"Honestly, I think this batch might be better than my first."

"Still honored to be your guinea pig." You carry a plate over to Jungkook's coffee table in the living room.

"Oh shit, that looks amazing." Kai says, slipping himself down from the couch to the floor so he could get a good whiff of the plate. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook hands you the remote before walking into his room. "Pick something."

"Here, birthday boy. Help me choose."

"Let's watch Soul on Disney+." At this point, Jungkook comes out of his room with a wrapped present, his eyes locked on the TV.

"Ooh, I keep seeing this everywhere! Niceeeee." Jungkook says, smiling with Kai nodding and already digging into his plate. "By the way, this is for you." You shoot him a look as he sits on the floor by you, watching as Kai unwraps the present. Kai's eyes light up as he sees a shoebox underneath the wrapping, quickly flipping the lid open to reveal those blue Air Jordans he wanted.

"Kook?!" You say lowly, making him smile at you and gently pinch your side.

"Holy shit!" He holds out a shoe, only for him to immediately shake his head and close the box again. "Jungkook, I can't take this." Kai says.

"No, it's your birthday."

"Yeah, but isn't this expensive? You've already done so much for me and my sister, I-I don't want to—"

"Kai, it's cool. If it's one thing you can do to repay me, it's to take my present." You literally want to cry at how sweet Jungkook is being with your brother. He had been good to you, no doubt, but this was one thing you didn't expect from him at all. Quite frankly, you had forgotten you mentioned the shoes to him. The fact that he actually remembered and kept his word.

"Okay." Kai says, gently setting the box down aside before looking at Jungkook with a small smile on his face. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Like, even with the food and everything. It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome." You give him a soft smile before digging into your food while Soul was already off to a start. Kai and Jungkook devour their food together, with you following shortly behind as Jungkook brings over a small ice cream cake from his fridge for Kai to blow his candles on. After the boys had helped themselves to a good serving of the cake, they started getting hyper and pulled up Smash Bros on Kook's Nintendo Switch [as if Kai hadn't played enough games today]. It started to get intense; the boys jumping and yelling everywhere, bouncing off of the walls, with you getting pulled into the competition every now and then. Even though you knew you'd lost over and over again, you happily joined in anyway, seeing how excited your brother was - plus, it was always a bonus to hear Jungkook's loudly obnoxious, nerdy laugh.

"I WIN!"

"Hey, hey, hey. I let you win because it's your birthday." Jungkook said, making Kai laugh as he crashed to the floor.

"Sure." Kai huffed and puffed. "Crap, I'm tired. What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. We should start heading out, bubba." You patted Kai's chest gently.

"What? No, it's late. Why don't you two just stay here?" You suddenly remembered you've had Kai's shit in your trunk since you dropped him off at Yeonjun's this morning. You didn't have any change of clothes, but that could easily be fixed with Jungkook's closet.

"Only if the queen wants, she's driving."

"It's late, baby." Jungkook says to you softly. "No way I'm letting you two head out there."

"Okay." You give him a small smile before handing your keys. "Can you do me a favor?" He chuckles.

"What is it?"

"Kai's duffle bag is in my trunk." He nods and takes your keys.

"I got it. Kai, you can take the guest room or my office room." Jungkook says with his 3-bedroom apartment having ass. "I have my computer in my office room though, and a pull out bed. I don't know how comfy you'll be."

"It's cool, I'll just take your guest room. I always bring my laptop and switch whenever I sleep at my sister's." Kai says getting up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook says, toothlessly smiling at the both of you, completely endeared at how alike you two were - even down to the fact that you both said thank you for every little thing. If this was a result of Kai being close to you and having you as pretty much his mother figure, then Jungkook wouldn't know what to do with his feelings. He felt butterflies every time he thought about how cute and sweet you were, and he was always excited to be around you.

Jungkook does a quick jog to your car, grabbing Kai's Nike duffle from your trunk before jogging back to the elevator and back to his apartment. He walks in to see Kai helping you clean up the remaining dishes in the sink, tidying the rest of the things in his kitchen.

"Thank you." Jungkook says himself, a little unfamiliar with saying such a thing to be completely honest.

"You're welcome." You say softly, wiping your hands on his hand towel. "Off to bed, or are you gonna go online with your friends?"

"I'll see what they're up to, but I'm pretty beat. Today was fun." Kai smiles at the both of you. "I really appreciate it." You ruffle his hair a bit before gently pushing him towards his bedroom for the night.

"Bathroom's right over there, help yourself to anything you need."

"Don't stay up too late."

"Only if you aren't too loud." You gasp while Jungkook laughs out loud.

"Kai!"

"Hey, I'm just being honest. Please remember that I'm right in this room."

"Oh my god, go to bed." You shove him inside the room and shut his door. "Don't even say a word." You look at Jungkook shyly as you hurriedly brush past him to get into his room - even though Jungkook is literally right behind you with those long ass legs of his, making every stride so much easier for him to catch up to you.

"What's your outfit of choice tonight, pretty lady?" He shuts his door behind him as you start to make your way into his closet.

"Hm, I'll just wear this plain black--" You unfold it. "Balenciaga? Okay, I definitely can't just wear this to sleep."

"Why not?"

"Because this is like, name brand and everything."

"So?" He shrugs. "Just wear it, babygirl. It's not gonna make much of a difference, you're wearing it either way." You do a slight pout before you start to slip out of your clothes to get into his shirt. You make his way to his bathroom to take a little tinkle when you notice another toothbrush sitting next to his. A pink toothbrush, next to his blue one.

"Why do you have two toothbrushes?" You wash your hands as he comes in to the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

"That's yours." Your eyes light up at his statement.

"Mine?"

"I figured since you'd be over more, it'd be easier for you." He furrows his brows lightly. "Unless.. you didn't want--" You press a kiss against his lips, his hands resting on your arms to keep you close.

"No, I did want that. Thank you."

"Of course, baby." He pecks your forehead.

"By the way, way to make me look like such a bad sister!" You say as you start getting your toothbrush ready.

"Why? The shoes?"

"The shoes, the Loco Moco, the games, the ice cream cake." You laughed. "I literally got him a video game and some money."

"I mean, he is turning 18. I wanted to help make it as memorable as possible."

"I appreciate you a lot. Really."

"I appreciate you too." Your eyes widen as you brush your teeth.

"Waaaaow, say thaht wun mohr tiyme." You say, pulling a Jungkook while brushing your teeth.

"Eye apprushiate yoh toh." You giggle. The both of you finish getting ready for bed before slipping into his warm sheets. Jungkook never goes to sleep early, however, he makes sure all the lights are off and that the show he's watching isn't too loud. You have no idea what's going on in his show, but you lay on his chest to watch for a little bit until you feel yourself getting a little more sleepy. He's holding you close, his hand brushing through your hair softly, causing tingles to ripple through your body.

"Kook."

"Yes, baby?"

"You make me happy." You say sleepily as you hung him tighter. He smiles down at you, your eyes now shut close as you slowly start to drift into a deep sleep. He presses a light kiss against your head, fingers still in your hair.

"You make me happy too, sweetheart."

[teletraan-meets-jarvis]

What I Want

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Pairing: Crosshair x fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: While running for you lives on the lower levels of Coruscant, you and Crosshair find yourself in a compromising position. Not that you're complaining.

Click here for Part 2

Warnings: 18+, Lil bit of frisky business but not full on so rated 18 just to be safe, slight angst at the end.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Notes: Finally got round to finishing this bad boi. It's one of the first fic ideas I had since getting into TCW/TBB and I finally had a spark of inspiration to finish the ending so yay! As always, feedback/comments are massively appreciated along with reblogs. Fic is below the cut off, thanks for reading!!

Your legs were on fire as you sprinted through the busy streets of the lower levels of Coruscant. The party sector was packed tonight with the citizens of the planet trying to forget their war worries and enjoy themselves. You pushed people out the way as you continued running away from the threat, your brown Jedi robe catching on a passerby, knocking the hood from your head as you kept up your pace. Crosshair was still behind you, following closely as you both evaded the danger on your heels. Normally you’d both face it head on, but there were too many civilians, it wasn’t safe.

You were supposed to be doing a standard recon and intel gathering mission. Apparently there’d been some traders in the lower levels who were getting tight with the crime syndicates. They were getting a big enough name for themselves to fear that they’d soon partner with the Separatists, so the bad batch and their Jedi had been called to check things out while they were in-between missions. Wrecker was keeping an eye on the ship while Hunter and Tech covered half the sector, you and Cross handled the rest, which was mostly made up of nightclubs.

You’d been making your way through sweaty crowds of people dancing the night away. The pulsing beat of the music and the low lighting made it easy for you both to maintain cover as you scouted out the areas.

That was until club number three which was a different type of establishment, with deep red lighting and a smoky hue from the patrons who were puffing away on their tabac. Sections of circular leather booths filled with people who were donned in expensive, revealing clothing. Everyone had their hands all over each other, flirting, kissing, moving to the sensual music that filled the venue.

It became very clear very quickly that you two weren’t regulars and were clearly republic operatives. Cross being in full trooper armour and your Jedi robe definitely wasn’t helping.

There was a man at the back of the club, he was lounging on a ridiculously extravagant chair, an air of superiority about him. His black, clingy shirt was unbuttoned exposing his toned upper body as two people ran their hands across him. Despite the friendly attention he had, the man was staring directly at you and Crosshair, a small smirk on his face as he waved his bodyguard over who was previously standing a few meters off to his side, and whispered something to him.

“I think we’ve overstayed our welcome” Crosshair said while still locking eyes with the owner through his helmet.

Suddenly there was a loud burst, two doors swung open from either side of the owner, revealing two bounty hunters who began marching towards you both. You felt Crosshair reach for his weapon and placed your hand on his. “Too many civilians.” He just huffed, grabbed your wrist and sprinted out of the place, the hunters making an effort to keep up with you.

Which brings you back to your current predicament of sprinting for you life in an attempt to keep people out of harms way.

You managed to spot an alley way and dragged Crosshair along without warning, no time for apologies as you kept running. You seemed to be behind the strip of night clubs on this level, smoke pouring out the back of the buildings and into the upper levels of Coruscant. Cross spotted what looked to be a storage door and slid to a stop, making you do the same. He shoulder barged his way in and thankfully it was empty. You both rushed in and shut the door behind you. You were safe for now, but the bounty hunters won’t take long to figure out where you went.

You were both breathing heavily from all the running. “What now?” Cross asked as he removed his helmet. “They’re going to figure out what route we took”

You were looking around, waiting for an idea to hit you. Thankfully, one did. From the room you could hear some heavy bass music coming from the club it was connected to. You remember all the drunk people dancing and moving together, there were hundreds of people getting it on out in the city tonight, the bounty hunters wouldn’t bat an eyelid at one more. They’d potentially seen your face under your hood, but not Cross’s, you could use this to your advantage.

You looked over at the sniper “I’ve got a plan, but it involves us getting to know each other a little better” he raised an eyebrow at that, distorting his face tattoo. He very quickly connected the dots and smirked at you.

“If you wanted to sleep with me General, all you had to do was ask” you huffed and rolled your eyes at him.

“Cute. Now get rid of your armour and stash it somewhere.” You ordered while throwing off your brown robe and lightsaber into one of the open storage boxes, covering it back up with the lid.

When you turned back, Crosshair was out of his armour and standing in his blacks. You shut your eyes and used the force to sense your surroundings. You felt two life forces gaining on your position and snapped your eyes open again.

“Kiss me” you said bluntly. Cross was about to make a snide remark but he sensed that time was of the essence from your reaction. So he quickly strode over and placed two hands on your face as he brought his lips to yours.

It suddenly dawned on you that this was your first kiss. Despite being into your twenties, you never really tried anything. The Jedi order was very clear on attachments and well, if you don’t get physical you don’t get attached right? That’s what you told yourself. Except that was a complete lie since every single one of the Jedi in this bloody war was attached to their clone battalions and squads.

You were pulled from your thoughts as Cross moved closer, flush against you as he crowded you backwards until your back hit the wall. He stroked his tongue across your lower lip and you granted him access to deepen things further. They had to be believable right? That’s what you told yourself as you melted further into the sniper’s embrace.

You moved your hands around his neck as his went to brace himself on the wall, hands either side of your head.

Things got heated quite quickly. You’re not sure which of you sent things in that direction. All you knew is that your right leg was now firmly around his waist, his gloveless hand moving further and further up that leg until he was gripping your ass. You rolled your hips into his, looking for some sort of satisfying contact. Your enthusiasm caused him to groan as you ground yourself against his now prominent erection.

The door swung open, making you yelp. Kriff, right, the mission. You at least remembered to bury your face in Crosshair’s neck in feigned embarrassment so the bounty hunters didn’t recognise you

Still pressed firmly against you, Crosshair turned his head slightly, careful to keep his tattoo out of view. He spoke, his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine. “Can I help you?”

The bounty Hunter, Bossk, took in the scene and couldn’t help but chuckle at what he assumed was a drunk couple looking for a quick relief. He hissed out a quick “Apologies-sss” before leaving and shutting the door beyond him.

You and Crosshair stared at each other for a couple seconds, chests still heaving from both the running and the make out session. You should probably get back, you haven’t checked in with the others due to all the commotion.

Except, neither of you moved. You both continued to search each other’s eyes while your bodies remained pressed close.

You’re not entirely sure what made you do it, the adrenaline, the moment, the way that, despite your compromising position, Cross made you feel safe. You brought your hands up to his face and pulled him back down into a searing kiss. Full of heat and want.

Kriff this was so wrong, you shouldn’t be doing this. You’re his General for crying out loud. Not to mention a Jedi. But that logically voice in your head was swiftly overruled by the larger part drowning in pure desire as Crosshair kissed down your exposed neck. You ran your hands up into his cropped grey hair, lightly dragging your nails across his scalp causing the sniper to groan against your neck.

Your hands drifted to the bottom half of the top of his blacks, teasing the skin of his midriff beneath it. He took the hint and stepped back, peeling the item of clothing off his toned body and chucking it carelessly onto the ground before immediately pressing back against you. Maker he was attractive. Lean, toned, battle hardened. Various scars littered his chest and back and you wanted nothing more than to give each one the attention and care it deserved.

It was strange really, you’d never thought of Crosshair like this before. The two of you always had a slightly strained relationship as he didn’t enjoy being under the control of a Jedi. He was always quiet and then when he did speak it was usually to throw a jab or snide remark.

You were brought back to the present moment when he reached up and cupped one of your breasts, causing you to moan as you dropped your head back against the wall. He leaned up and whispered in your ear, his teasing breath making you shiver with want. “What do you want, General?”

“Cross… I-“ he cut you off as he ground down against you, finally providing some of that friction you so desperately craved.

“Use your words” he teased, fully aware of the effect he was having on you.

“Gods Cross, I want you. I want all of you” you blurted out as he continued to move against you.

“See, That wasn’t too hard”

“You’re such an asshole” he let out a dark chuckle at your words which went straight to your aching core. He positioned his lips back against your ear as your hips continued to roll together.

“You don’t seem to mind” he whispered and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. He had no right to be this hot. It was driving you insane and you were loving every moment of it.

A sudden light beeping pulled you both out of your haze, it was coming from the comm link in your belt.

“General, Crosshair, you two alright? Haven’t heard from you in a while” Hunter’s voice sounded through the device, effectively killing the moment. You reached between your bodies to grab the offending device and reply.

“Yes Hunter, we’re fine. Just had to outrun some bounty hunters but we managed to lose them. Heading back to the checkpoint now.” He sounded back a confirmation before the line went silent once again.

Crosshair pulled away from you, giving you both some space to breathe again.

“We should probably go” you didn’t meet his gaze as you spoke, decidedly looking anywhere else but him as the guilt of what you’d done suddenly washed over you. Gods this was such a stupid idea.

He didn’t say anything as he picked up the top half of his blacks and started to get his armour back on.

You’d been walking back through the streets of Coruscant in complete silence. Still on the lookout for those bounty hunters just in case they hadn’t called off their search.

Once you’d finally cleared the crowds you decided to speak.

“Cross I-“ you met his visor with a sadness in your eyes before he cut you off abruptly.

“Save it. I know all about your Jedi code. You’ve told us enough” his voice was tense and harsh. You held back a flinch at his words. “I don’t need any lectures about attachments or I’m sorrys or whatever else you’re planning. Let’s get back to the ship” you stood there for a moment, watching him stalk off back towards the Marauder.

The guilt continued to wash over you in waves as you followed behind him. Fuming at yourself for being such an idiot. You’d just started to get to a good place with Crosshair and you’d thrown it all away for five seconds of teenage-like desire.

You finally stepped back on the ship, a few paces behind Crosshair, where Hunter went to greet you with a raised eyebrow at their sniper’s sour mood and your apparent awkwardness. The next few days were going to be a right bundle of laughs. You groaned internally at the thought and pushed past the rest of the Batch to the fresher, needing to wash away the emotions and lower level grime off your skin.

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[mypoisonedvine]

ok but consider: monster!zemo

wait he gives off vampire vibes tho...

warning: dark!! pretty heavy dubcon bc y'know... vampire stuff, plus a touch of degradation

It was pretty obvious what you were looking for tonight when you went to the power broker's club dressed like that, and it wasn't just casual drinks with friends.

You didn't mind being obvious, and the eyes on you made you feel powerful and desired. But you'd rather have hands on you, too, which is why you were dancing so close to anyone who wanted to.

There were a few familiar faces-- some that smirked pridefully at you, others that you cared to avoid if possible.

But a new face made you raise an eyebrow, as did his... interesting dance moves.

They weren't bad per se, perhaps a bit uncomfortable, but at the very least on beat and endearing. He must have caught you looking because he suddenly smiled a bit, as if he were embarrassed, and you laughed.

"You seem new here!" you shouted over the loud music, moving in a bit closer.

"It's been a while," he explained.

That tracked, considering he looked a bit older and definitely from out of town. Honestly, he looked like exactly what you needed; the men of Madripoor had disappointed plenty of times, and you figured this mysterious man would bring something a bit more... fresh.

If only you'd realized he was thinking the same thing about you.

"You've gotta learn how we dance here in Madripoor," you grinned. "I'll show you."

You were always a believer in hands on learning... so you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. He swallowed but went along with it, pulling you in closer as you started to guide him along with you. Suddenly it felt less like a crowded dancefloor and more like you and him with only the bass to guide you as your body moved with his, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck while he moved his hands to your lower back.

Your dress left your back almost entirely exposed and you nearly moaned right there when his fingers ran up your spine.

It must've been only a few minutes before he leaned in to press his lips against your ear. "Let's go somewhere more private, yes?" he whispered, and a shiver ran up your spine while a smile curled on your face.

"Yes," you sighed, already sounding more eager than you meant to.

He guided you to the back, into an alley where you assumed he would call a car and take you somewhere-- but instead he instantly slammed you up against the brick, pinning you back and kissing you rough and deep.

You struggled to keep up, honestly, especially when his fingers reached down to start sliding up your thighs, pushing up the hem of your skintight dress.

"Here?" you gasped, pushing him back slightly and looking up to see his brown eyes sparkle in the dim, technicolor light of the city.

Your eyes went wide when he gave you a sickly smile and you finally saw the sharp, extended canines along with the faintest golden glow in his irises. Your mouth opened to scream but he clamped a hand over it, keeping you pinned with his weight against you and tutting disapprovingly.

You were surprised when he only laughed at you, your brow furrowing as you started to feel a little offended. "Silly girl," he chided, "you don't even know what I am..."

"No no no, no screaming," he corrected, "we don't want to get caught in a compromising situation," he growled his words as he started to tug your dress up even higher, exposing your thighs and lace-covered pussy, "now do we?"

You whimpered behind his hand as his fingers dipped into your thong and explored your folds while his face nuzzled at the crook of your neck. The sharp edges of his teeth grazed your skin and you winced, hot tears burning your eyes.

"I could just eat you up," he purred. "I think we both know that you would be absolutely delicious."

Sobs wracked your chest and shook your shivering body as he pushed his fingers inside you.

"Luckily for you, I have another hunger that craves you even more," he whispered as the tip of his tongue drew a line up your neck. In case it wasn't already clear what hunger he was referring to, he pressed forward to start rubbing his cock against your ass through your flimsy dress and his trousers. "Don't worry, darling, I'll make sure you're satisfied, too. You must need it really bad, if you're desperate enough to grind up on strangers in a nightclub like a whore."

He effortlessly spun you around and pulled your back into his chest, keeping your mouth covered with his hand while the other hastily opened his belt.

"Be good for me," he warned with a growl as you felt the head of his cock pushed against your entrance, "or I'll be glad to turn you into a midnight snack."

When he speared into you, you cried out against his skin and he growled in your ear.

"Fuck, darling, you're so... warm," he breathed. "My pretty little human whore... all fucking mine."

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Just move it like that...

Pairing: idol!jaehyun x f. reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, swearing, dom/sub, fingering, semi-public sex

Word count: 2k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged)

A/N: this one got away from me, sorry :)

It was the last night of your vacation and all your friends wanted to do was party, which is how you found yourself at some elite nightclub, the music pounding in your ears. You really didn’t mind it, except that you were exhausted from the day’s sightseeing and definitely not looking forward to the fifteen hour plane ride the next day.

You were getting drinks at the bar when you noticed a group of people walk in, surrounded by huge bodyguards and generally causing a commotion. They immediately disappeared into a curtained off VIP area in the corner of the club, at which point the commotion died down, leaving only an excited murmur to ripple through the crowd. You overheard someone mention some names, some you recognized and some you didn’t, but since you figured they wouldn’t have anything to do with you anyway you just shrugged and went back to join your friends.

You ended up at a table near the VIP area, and you noticed the curtain was partially open. Out of curiosity you craned your neck to see if you could see inside. Although it was dark, you noticed you were met with a pair of inquisitive eyes, strands of light purple hair framing a striking face. You looked away quickly, embarrassed at being caught.

As the night wore on you couldn’t help taking a peek every now and then through the open curtain, and every time he stared back at you. Feeling like a creep you would always look away, but you still couldn’t help yourself.

Wanting a distraction you pulled your friends out onto the dance floor, hoping it could get your mind off the face you saw behind the curtains. The thumping bass of the song was perfect, and soon enough you got into a groove that distracted you momentarily.

Until you felt someone fairly close behind you.

Your friends gasped, and when you turned around the first thing you noticed was that the curtains were now wide open, and the seats inside were empty. You turned your head slowly to the person behind you, only to be met with the very same eyes that had been watching you from behind the curtain.

He was dancing, along with the rest of the members of his group, but his eyes were only on you. You were frozen in your spot, unsure of what to do, but he was smiling, encouraging you to keep dancing. You looked over at your friends, who were gesturing at you to dance with him. Your heart beating out of your chest, you turned around and started dancing again.

He matched you move for move, and soon enough you were mesmerized by the way he moved his body. He never took his eyes off you the entire time, and when the song changed to a smoother tempo, his eyes got darker and his moves more fluid. And when the music got slower still, he got so close you could feel the heat from his body. His magnetism was drawing you in, up close you could see how his eyes sparkled, how perfect his skin was, and how the dimples in his smile made your knees weak. He was trying to make conversation but you could barely hear him over the loud music.

So he took you by the hand and brought you into the VIP area, closing off the curtains behind you, and leading you into the furthest, darkest corner. He sat down comfortably and motioned for you to sit beside him so you did, noticing how he glanced down at your lap as you sat. You knew exactly why, and you crossed your legs, tugging at the hem of your dress.

He introduced himself and offered you a drink, and you noticed there was quite a spread on the table in front of you. You picked at a few things and accepted his drink offer, but in reality you were interested in none of that. He was so beautiful you couldn’t stop staring, and while you tried to keep up with what he was talking about you really just liked the sound of his voice. You offered what you could to the conversation but your brain was on one track only. You didn’t realize it but you were staring at his lips, and when he noticed he smirked.

“Something interesting?” he asked, a glint in his eye.

You were caught, and there was nothing to be done but to go for it. You licked your lips, stared him in the eye and simply said, “your lips”

He was clearly impressed at your boldness, but at the same time you saw a flash in his eyes. He leaned towards you and captured your lips with his, and it definitely was not a gentle or tentative kiss. He conveyed his need firmly, sucking on your bottom lip, swirling his tongue into your mouth. You moaned at the suddenness of his actions, your entire body reacting. Your face flushed and a warmth spread throughout your body and settled in your core. You felt his hand cradle the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him, and when he broke from your mouth to kiss and suck down your jawline and neck your hands flew to his chest. You could feel the firmness of the muscles there, and along with the marks he was leaving on your skin your body was on fire. His other hand had landed on your bare thigh, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt.

“Oh fuck,” he cursed, because he’d slipped his hand between your legs, under your skirt, and found that you were bare. “No panties?”

“Mmm,” you could barely get any words out, your chest heaving as his fingers rubbed through the slick of your pussy, “...visible panty lines” was all you could manage to say.

He smiled against your neck, “I guess that works for me” and then he was plunging two fingers in to the hilt.

You cried out, throwing your head back at the intrusion. His fingers worked skillfully, furiously fast, bringing you to a climax that was so sudden it made your head spin. You were trying to catch your breath when he slipped his fingers out of you, pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. The position forced your skirt up past your hips, your bare ass now exposed to anyone who could walk in. You tried to pull as much of it down as you could, but he only chuckled in between sucking marks onto your neck.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, “we’ll be fast”, his hands coming around to squeeze the flesh of your ass.

You couldn’t be bothered anymore anyway, in that position you could feel his bulge rubbing against your bare pussy, and you were only vaguely aware you were probably ruining his gorgeous velvet pants with your wetness. He didn’t seem to care, pulling you harder against him, his fingers digging into your skin.

“Baby, I need to be inside you right now,” he groaned into your ear, as you rubbed up against him particularly hard. You nodded and he reached down, unzipping his pants and pulling out his erect cock.

Even in the dim light you could be impressed, his cock was equally as beautiful as he was, and you were struck with the sudden urge to taste it, to swirl your tongue around the tip and then feel it hit the back of your throat. But you knew his friends could come in at any moment, so you just gripped his shoulders as he took a hold of his cock and positioned it at your entrance.

You were sopping wet at this point, and he actually took some time to tease you, rubbing the tip of it through your folds, his voice a low rumble the entire time.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned, dragging out the last syllable of his name, ending in a whine as he smiled darkly at you, “please”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” his words and the tone of his voice made you clench around nothing.

“Fuck me, please,” you weren’t above begging anymore, and the glint in his eye and smirk of his lips showed you that he was enjoying it.

He kept his eyes on you as he penetrated you, your mouth only forming into a wordless ‘o’ as you felt him stretch you. Your eyes fluttered closed as the intense feeling took over your body, but he stopped suddenly, his hands squeezing.

“Look at me,” his voice was deep, demanding, and your eyes shot open at the command, “Good girl.”

He continued, excruciatingly slow, controlling your hips when all you wanted to do was sink down onto him. When he was all the way in he paused for a moment, his hands coming up to squeeze your breasts over your dress. Your pussy clenched around him and he groaned, biting his lip, at which point you lost all control.

You bucked your hips, and when the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot you saw stars. You chased the feeling, riding him as hard as you could, clinging to his shoulders as the familiar knot started to form in the pit of your stomach. His eyes never left you the entire time, the lust in them evident as you moved your body on top of him.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he groaned, tilting his head to regard you as he squeezed your hips.

You yelped as his fingers dug into your flesh, pulling you even closer to him, but it made your movements stutter as your thighs began to burn. He took over then, and with a wicked grin he held you against him as he pumped hard into you.

You were thankful for the loud music muffling your cries, the shamefully needy whines escaping your lips as he pleasured you in a way you had never felt from anyone before. His cock slid in and out of you at such a frantic pace you could barely catch your breath, the tip of it ruining you in the most beautiful way.

“I’m gonna… come” you managed to warn him, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach starting to unravel.

“Go on then,” he encouraged, reaching down between you and rubbing your clit with his thumb, “come for me, baby”

You cried out as your orgasm hit you full force, clenching hard around his cock. He kept going, fucking you through it, growling in your ear, until he finally came, fingers digging into your hips as his body shuddered against you. He buried his face in your neck and you dropped your head onto his shoulder, and you stayed like that for a moment trying to catch your breath.

Until you heard voices.

The curtain was being pushed aside and the other members started to file into the space. You panicked, trying to get off his lap, but he held you fast.

“It’s okay,” he whispered into your ear, pulling your skirt down over your exposed ass and covering what he could with his hands and arms, “just stay with me a little longer”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he pressed soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. You couldn’t see them but you could tell the other members knew what was going on and didn't come too close, preferring to stay closer to the entrance and giving the two of you some space.

“Jaehyun,” you patted his shoulder, “I think I should get off now,” he was still inside you, and with his lips on your skin you were starting to feel aroused again, but now there were people in the room.

“Mmm, just a little longer,” he whispered, “you feel too good”

Sure enough you felt him getting hard again inside you, and you had to stifle a moan at the feeling of him filling you again.

“Besides, I think I’m ready for round two…”

[yniswaifu]

1. Suna

You exit the booming nightclub through the emergency exit, wanting to escape the loud music. Nothing about it was YOU. And yet, here you are.

You see a tall shadow already occupying the other side of the wall, their shoulders hunched as if they were hiding their activity from the outside world. But well, what did you know. Everyone has stories – just like you did when you decided to take up your friend's advice for a 'good distraction'.

What's so good about it? You think as you close the door behind you, the music fading in the background.

After you're out in the open you see the person. It was a man. A very, very pretty man.

His eyes were downcast on the phone in his hand. The hair reflected the neon lights above his head, and the outfit – a hoodie and some sweats from what you could see in the dark alley if you squint made him look broad. From what you could make out in that split second checkout session, he had a great side profile.

He could have been a good eye candy were you not in a sour mood.

But not today handsome.

Sighing, you turn away. You were regretting everything. And the nightclub trip wasn't at the top of the list. You shuffle inside your jacket pocket, to reveal a pack of cigarettes. Again nothing about it was you. Then why were you doing it? Because it's a 'good distraction'.

"smoking is bad." you were in the middle of lighting the white tobacco stick when the voice spoke to you.

You stop midway, slowly lifting your eyes to see the possible eye candy looking at you with a blank face. His eyes were slanted, almost fox like. Heck, he almost resembled a fox. But boy was he attractive. And popular.

You weren't unfamiliar with sports. In fact, you quite enjoyed watching sports as a pass time. So this man, who was telling about smoking, Suna Rintaro himself, was no stranger to you.

But you weren't in a mood to either ask for an autograph or talk to anyone. If you were, you wouldn't have left your friend behind in the club to come here. So you certainly weren't going to talk to him.

Suna kept looking at you, expecting a reply perhaps. But what you did even shook you to the core.

You looked right in his eyes and took a smoke.

Of course, the plan backfired.

A rough round of cough threatened to leave your lips and you immediately turn to the other side, trying to be discreet about the failed mission. You were expecting him to laugh, or scoff, something remotely snarky, but there was no sound. Curious, you slowly turn back, peeping at Suna from under your lashes to see him look at you with...confusion?

"what is it?" you ask him, your voice barely audible.

Shaking his head, the six feet something fully turned towards your direction and stood straight, with his hands crossed.

"do you seriously have so much tragedy in your life that you'll resort to" he directs his head towards to the cigarette, "this?"

You looked at him baffled. Was this guy always this nice? As far as you remembered him, he always has a poker face. He didn't talk much during interviews either. But he was a great player, and the crowd cheered like crazy whenever he would block those super strong spikes. So what's with this extempore counselling session?

Laughter bubbled out of you, looking at the situation. Here you are, standing in the back alley of some nightclub, talking about life with a famous sportsman.

Suna waited for you to finish laughing. If anything, he kinda felt glad you laughed. Because the moment he saw you, and your eyes, he couldn't grasp the fact that someone could have such sorrow in them. He didn't even have to go under proper lighting to know that you were here to distract yourself. Including the pack of cigarettes you took out of your pocket. Suna was a sportsman, and health was something he always had to take care of. So he couldn't stand seeing someone else try to ruin their health just for some temporary relief. It was so not worth it.

You slump against the wall, your laughter dying down. He was right. You couldn't deny that. These things will only give you temporary satisfaction.

"I'm sorry." you say, smiling because you're suddenly high on adrenaline and pumped for this heart-to-heart. You don't know why, but you felt you could just go bare in front of this man. And he wouldn't say a thing. Moreover, you didn't have anything better to do. And it seemed like Suna didn't either because he too leaned against the wall, making himself comfortable.

"that's fine. I'm sorry too. Didn't mean to be so rude and abrupt." he says.

And he's polite, you think.

"nah. It's fine. By the way, I don't smoke."

"that I can see. So? Why did you do it?"

You look at Suna for a minute before looking to the front. "boy problems."

Before he could even say anything, you start laughing again. Adrenaline or not, you definitely seemed high on something.

"can you imagine? I'm resorting to these methods because some stupid person decided to dump me." you continue, your voice bitter.

Suna was silent. You turn to see him looking at you with an emotion you couldn't quite understand. He was frowning, but he didn't look mad or anything.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you ask him, a little flustered because come on, it was Suna Rintaro and he is staring at you so intensely.

"I don't understand..."

You tilt your head at this statement, confused. You expected him to roll his eyes and leave, which you didn't want, but he had better things to do than listen to you talk about this.

At least that's what you thought before his reaction.

"was it your fault that he broke up with you?" he asks after some time.

Was it? You don't remember. You always did everything, even went out of your way to make your partner happy. You sacrificed so much. Then why? Why did he break up with you and didn't even say the reason? What were you missing? Why couldn't you make him happy?

So many questions, and to think the break up happened over text. You hadn't even gotten a chance to resolve this because all you can think about is — distracting yourself from the issue will somehow make everything better.

Suddenly the vibe surrounding you both dropped certain degrees. The question that Suna hit you with brought the memories and words back like a big wave, and suddenly you felt like you were drowning. It was suffocating, overwhelming, and your hands shook beside you. But you didn't move. The therapist you consulted, in other words Google, had advised you to take deep breaths when you are hyperventilating. So you did just that.

You hadn't realized that during your moment, Suna had already come by your side, rubbing your back in a soothing motion, whispering words that you didn't quite catch. But it was something between 'breathe' and 'it's fine'. It's like your ears were blocking his voice and everything else.

Slowly, you return to your senses. It was so embarrassing, but you were grateful Suna caught you before you fell deeper.

"thank you" you tell him, moving his hand away.

Suna backs up the moment you stand straight, his hands beside him. "no problem. I'm sorry for asking it."

You sigh. "it's not your fault. I just...I'm sorry for this. You shouldn't see me like this."

"you couldn't help it. It's okay. We don't have to talk about it."

You don't reply immediately. After a few deep breaths, you calm down, then look at Suna. His expression neutral, with hints of worry. "it's not something I did. Or...maybe I did." you decide to answer his question. "I...I don't know. It's just, I thought I could forget it. But you know what they say, first love isn't easy to forget."

Suna just nods in understanding. "I guess it isn't."

Both of you fall into silence. Suna observes that you need to calm down, and he felt he shouldn't pry more. First of all, the words he had spoken were something no one tells a stranger. And Suna wasn't the type to do it at all. In fact, this whole encounter was surreal to him. All he wanted was to call home but the restaurant across the street was filled with Bokuto's loud ass and he wanted some peace and quiet to talk. So he came here, in the quite place and then you exited the club. The rest is history.

"so..." he starts off, unsure what to say.

"so, I hope you have a goodnight Suna." you reply, smiling at him. This was enough for the prompt therapy session.

Suna's eyes widen for a moment before they go back to normal. He had almost forgotten he was a national player and that people will recognize him. He returns your smile and you were dazed by that smile. Well I'll be darned, is what went in your head.

Shaking off the thoughts, you wave at him before turning to return to the club and inform your friend that you want to go home. You were never a party person and you certainly ain't gonna change now.

That's when Suna interrupts you and goes, "do you...maybe wanna exchange numbers?"

What compelled him to do that? Even he himself didn't know. He asked for your number before even asking your name. He asked for your number when all he did was help you from passing out because he triggered bad memories.

But he wouldn't want to take back this moment. In this moment, your vulnerability resonated through him. It's not he's had first love or any serious relationship, but seeing you like this, made him curious and cautious. Do people really spiral down when they lose what they hold on to tightly? Do expectations hurt this much? Because he wouldn't know. He never expects much from anyone.

Perhaps it was some repressed saviour complex inside him, or the fact that you looked beautiful even when you were breathless. Or that when he held you up, he didn't feel like letting you go and was disappointed when you moved him away. He just felt a certain attraction towards you. It didn't hurt to act upon that feeling right?

You stop in your tracks. The gears in your brain turn, and you went into a deep thought. Finally, you look at the hopeful guy in front of you.

"sorry Suna. I really appreciate you talking to me, but I can't do this. I'm still not over him." you say, your voice solemn.

A flicker of disappointment passes his eyes, you notice. You felt bad for doing this. But you had to. Because from what you saw tonight, Suna didn't deserve someone like you. He was a great guy, who should go for a great girl.

That's why you had to do this. But you also wanted to be clear about how you reciprocated the attraction. The timing is wrong. So you walk up to him, and place your hands on his cheeks. "I need to get over him before I come to you. Because you are more than just a random stranger at this point. I mean, you saw me at my worst and it's not even been an hour since I met you. And if we start this, we do it the right way. So I can't just brush you off just like that. That's why I'm asking you – will you wait for me?"

Your words were sincere, but does Suna believe that? Not really. For him, it was a clear no. In a nice way.

Nodding, he looks away, probably regretting this with every bone in his body. But your words still held onto him like an anchor. How long did he have to wait for you? His whole life? Surely you didn't expect him to do that. So you thought of a better way to reject him. And guess what, it worked.

"right. Have a goodnight then." he says and walks off hurriedly. You watch his figure disappear off the corner, and you close your eyes shut to assure yourself.

This was for the best.

***

Suna waited.

He said he wouldn't, he said he will do everything in order to forget about you. But he waited. Somewhere in him he hoped you actually asked him to wait, and that you were going to come to him, with a smile reserved only for him. That you would go lengths for him and that he will replace the first love you had.

So he waited. He was glad he did.

Because there you were, standing in front of him. Your face looked better, healthier, and you were smiling. Your eyes that once held sorrow and pain was looking content in this very moment.

He walked up to you, his breath visible in the cold winter evening. It had been almost six months when he last saw you. He never expected to see you standing outside his apartment complex when he was going to the convenient store to get groceries. And you had changed so much in that time. Beautiful nonetheless.

As soon as he was close enough to see your orbs soaking in his figure, Suna slowly exhales. "how did you know where I live?"

You laugh at his question. Well, he ain't wrong. You did pop out of nowhere.

"I have my ways." you say, a sly smirk forming on your lips.

Gosh, how much you had changed. You're even making jokes now.

"I asked my friend. She works for the paparazzi." you answer truthfully after some time.

Suna's eyes widen. "dang. Then I better stay away. Who knows where you are hiding your friend now." he jokes, looking around.

You giggle at his words when you see him looking at you with a soft expression. You know what he was thinking, but chose not to say anything. You stepped closer to him, your fingertips almost brushing with his. Your breaths mixed together as you continued to stare at each other.

Suddenly Suna's eyes flash with worry. "are you sure you're over him?"

You knew he'd be worried. You wanted to make sure you finish everything you held onto before moving forward. So you went back, and talked it out with your ex. Truth was, both of you had fallen out of love. But you realize that much later. And when you did, you felt terrible to push away the only guy you saw a potential future with. So you got to work. You fixed your life, fixed your relationships, and fixed your head space. When you felt yes this is it, you asked your friend for Suna's address. Of course, she was curious at first. But when you answered that you like him, without any explanation to be exact, the friend didn't even bother asking for details. She knew how much the previous relationship hurt you, and seeing you moving on was enough reason to give you Suna's address.

"yes. I have no lingering feelings left. I never did actually. But I knew I had to fix myself before I move forward. So that's what I did. And here I am." You shrug.

The man in front of sighs in relief. Suddenly, he rests his forehead on your shoulders, fingers intertwined with yours. "took you long enough." his voice but a loving whisper.

You tighten the grip on his fingers, his cold hands in your warm ones. "but you waited."

A smile forms on his lips. "but I waited."

I'm going through an Inarizaki phase guys. Please bear with me. Also, can you tell I have a special place for Suna in my heart? Because I do. I felt Suna needed a serious scenario, one where he's actually mature and don't just look bored with life. I mean, grown up Suna would definitely be more in touch with his emotions. Yeah. So I did that. It's a bit on the sad side, but the ending is happy enough I guess? I'm sorry if you didn't feel like it. I tried.

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Nothing Like You

Summary: Sam’s usually not the pining kind. He’s put his feelings for you aside some time ago. A chance encounter brings everything back, but this time things are different and Sam is done pretending.

Created for: @princessmisery666​ ‘s Daily Mix Challenge

Prompt: ‘Nothing Like This’ by Blonde and Craig David

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Sam is smitten, bad humor on my part

Word count: 1.5K

A/N: Stacey, you absolutely wonderful darling of an angel, thank you for being you. As promised, here’s my entry for your challenge. Hope you like it <3

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Sam hadn’t seen you since that hunt in Mississippi. The one where he almost kissed you. Dean had ripped him a new one when they were back in Baby, on their way home to the bunker. He had seen the look in Sam’s eyes whenever they were focused on you and Dean knew his little brother well enough to recognize what it had meant. It was the first time in a while they had met a new pair of hunters they worked well with. Seeing as they always had a new fight ahead of them, it would be nice to be able to continue calling the couple their allies. However, as Dean had told Sam that night in the car, staying on good terms with their new acquaintances wouldn’t be an option anymore if the guy caught Sam drooling over his girlfriend.

It hadn’t been like Sam at all to fall for someone so fast and so hard. Out of him and his brother, he was usually better at keeping things professional whenever needed. And with you already being in a relationship, this had definitely been the case. Yet, there was something about you, something about the way you made him feel, that had convinced him the two of you were meant to be more than just friends. But that was then, and despite his silent hoping, you hadn’t crossed paths since.

Until he found himself back in Mississippi and back in your presence. Sam wasn’t quite sure what it was about the southern state and running into you, but he wasn’t complaining.

A haunting at a mansion had brought you both to the same city. You’d both shown up to the crime scene where the victim was lying in a pool of her own blood - not exactly the kind of setting in which Sam had hoped he would see you again.

The victim left behind a distraught husband and two children, who had all said they’d noticed some cold spots but hadn’t seen anything strange. The family’s staff hadn’t been able to help you out either. Though, they did mention something that was of interest to the two faux FBI-agents: one of the staff members had unexpectedly quit earlier that day.

After having asked around a bit, they found out the best way to get a hold of their possible witness was to visit him at the nightclub he frequented on the weekends. 

“We should probably make sure we blend in a little more before we head into a place like that,” you had suggested while heading back to your respective cars. 

“I’d do anything you say,” Sam had kept to himself while he watched you drive off to your motel.

Another thing he hadn’t mentioned was the lack of backup you had shown up with. For just a second, he had allowed himself to think maybe you weren’t with Rowan anymore. But he knew there were plenty of reasons why the other hunter hadn’t joined you on this simple hunt. After all, Dean hadn’t come with Sam on this one either, simply because he had been called elsewhere. The same could just as easily have been true for your boyfriend.

Inside the club, it was even louder than Sam had expected when the two of you entered. Music was blasting from every direction and people were talking loudly while moving along on the dancefloor to the beat. Sam had changed out of his fed suit and into some worn out jeans and a gray shirt. He hadn’t exactly been sure what you had meant by ‘blending in’ to a place like this, since this kind of scene had never been his thing.

Luckily, you hadn’t gone all out, either. Unluckily, you didn’t have to do much to drive Sam crazy. Your pantsuit had been traded in for a playful light blue dress that hung loosely around your frame, reaching just above your knees. Your hair was down for a change, only a few strands being pinned up and secured at the back of your head. With your line of work, you always had your hair tied where it couldn’t get in the way. Sam had never seen your locks catch in the wind like they’d done outside before they entered the nightclub. He’d been unaware he had been staring until you put a hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was ready to head inside.

How he’d made it inside and onto the dancefloor with you, he couldn’t quite remember. But somehow he had ended up in front of you, surrounded by a bunch of people moving in ways that might’ve even made Dean blush.

“Sam,” you called over the music. “Sam, hey!” Your hand was waving in front of his face and eventually he managed to focus his eyes back on yours. “You’re all stiff!” you said, laughing.

Sam’s eyes grew wide with panic and his head shot down so fast it should’ve given him whiplash. His face burned red as he looked down at his crotch but nothing seemed to be going on down there. In front of him, your laughing became louder.

Your hand reached for his chin to push his head back up and make him look at you. “I meant your dancing,” you said, clearly trying to suppress another fit of laughter. “Loosen up a bit, we’re trying to look like we’re supposed to be here, remember?”

Sam’s cheeks burned an even brighter red as he felt your hand fall from his face and move to his arm, sliding all the way down until you could wrap your hand around his. You grabbed his other hand as well, and when Sam realized you were trying to pull his body into motion, he did his best to attempt something that might have been viewed by some people as dancing. If those people were squinting, from a couple miles away, and it was completely dark.

You laughed again and Sam almost wanted to just keep embarrassing himself so he could keep hearing that wonderful sound. No doubt people around you were watching him struggle, too. But all he could focus on was you, that was all that mattered to him in that moment.

Undoubtedly realizing your attempts weren’t doing much so far, you changed tactics by placing your hands on his waist and moving closer to him. You beckoned him to lean in and Sam dipped his head so he could hear you better.

“Try to relax,” you instructed him with that sweet voice of yours. “Just follow my lead.”

With that, your body started moving and Sam wouldn’t have been able to resist moving along with you if he had wanted to. Which he definitely, one hundred percent, did not.

Your bodies moved in sync, perfectly fitting against each other as the music blasted on in the background. Everything around you faded away until it was just him and you. Sam let you guide him effortlessly and tried to loosen up like you told him.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You made him feel a certain way, a way he hadn’t experienced before. It was killing him not to act on it. The way you were moving against him wasn’t helping much, either.

“Where’d you learn to move like…” Sam’s voice trailed off as he looked at you, his eyes darkening, “...this.”

You grinned at him, causing his heart to be flung right out of his chest. “We all have our ways to blow off steam,” you explained, moving your lips closer to his ear so you wouldn’t have to speak as loud. “I used to go out like this a lot when I first started hunting.”

“With your boyfriend?”

“Ex-boyfriend.” You barely missed a beat.

The simple word could have just been plain information, a life-update to a friend who hadn’t caught up yet. But there was this look in your eyes that told Sam you meant something different by telling him.

After all this wondering, and thinking ‘what if’, Sam wasn’t sure if he should act so fast. Then he saw you raise an eyebrow, and your bottom lip was sucked between your teeth as you looked straight into his eyes.

All the doubt that had forced him to hold back was thrown out the window in a single motion. He finally let go and his large hands grabbed your ass to pull you even closer against him. Your hands moved to his neck and in an instant, your lips were on his. He kissed you hungrily, music drowning out even further into the background. All Sam could hear was the pounding in his ears and the sweet sounds you made when his teeth tugged at your bottom lip.

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Scintilla (M)

Having to deal with the most handsome and cocky nemesis can be fun when that person is Yanan

→ Pairing: Yanan x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut

→ Words:  2.6K

→ Contains: Smut; Enemies To Lovers; Mafia AU, Semi-public sex.

→ A/n: This was very fun to write and we may have gotten carried away, hence the word count lol. We truly hope you guys enjoy it, we think there’s too little Yanan on our blog so we decided that the next story will also be an Yanan imagine, although the plot will be completely diferent. Good reading!

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You were born into this, but it wasn't like you are involved against your will. Your father is the head of an organization that runs half of the city through technically not legal ways. People call it mafia, you call it a family. You learned from your father how to be a good leader, how to be tough, and to not let anyone step over you. You were ready to make this organization your legacy and nobody could take that from you. 

 Except for one person.

 The other half of the city is taken by a different organization. An enemy. And just like you, someone else wants to make their legacy. His name is Yanan and he is the prodigy you should keep an eye on, the one who threatens everything you stand for.

 Yanan and you have been in war since you can remember always racing to be one step ahead of the other. You two wanted different things, had different visions that clashed and were not possible to execute simultaneously. You were mafia but you had your morals, and what his crew does is not what you want for the city, and that's why things never go well if you two are in the same room. Today is one day that you two have to be in the same room. Your dad is meeting with his, the current leaders, to discuss the limits and business, and you two as heirs will be attending.

Sitting on opposite sides of the table, Yanan simply does not stop staring at you. He has this stupid smirk on his face, like he knows all your secrets, presumptuously assuming he has some kind of upper hand. At some point, you two were excused so they would discuss private aspects reserved for them only. 

 You stood at the door, and he positioned himself by your side, lazily leaning against the wall.

 “You know, y/n” Yanan was the first to break the silence between you “coming to these meetings is always so fun.

 You rolled your eyes, already anticipating some snarky remark from him.

 “Why is that, Yanan?” you said impatiently

 “Because one day it will be us there, and I’m pretty sure I can have you on your knees for me.” His smirk grew wider “figuratively, of course”

 He winked and your stomach turned. 

 “Gross.” You simply answered “And as if. I’ll have you destroyed in no time. Your little business will be nothing once I’m in command”

 “Cute” he chuckled.

 "You know what's cute?", you smirked at him. He hummed in answer. "You, wasting my time to brag about your defeat".

 You walked away, leaving a laughing Yanan behind. You had no idea why the banter between you never ceased, you both sounded like teenagers sometimes and he annoyed you to no end but as you took your place at the driver's seat in your car, you smiled without thinking. 

 All the Yanan situation was forgotten as you arrived at the nightclub. You were supposed to meet a guy there, a date a friend got you swearing the guy was hot enough to forget about some felonies. In the state you were in, all you wanted was to get laid so you agreed. The club was not packed, it was not a full day but still seemed like fun, the music was loud by the dance floor but the bar and the entrance had music low enough to hear people talking. You spotted some familiar faces from your gang and some others from Yanan's, the club being a very middle term and neutral place in town.

 The guy spotted you as you spotted Yanan coming back from the bathroom doors and for a second you were confused. The guy was all smiles at you but your eyes seemed too curious about Yanan's posture, you hated seeing him here, he always managed to look extremely hot at the club. Shaking those thoughts away, you turned to the guy, finally giving him your full attention, not before seeing Yanan wink at you. You took a seat by a couch, with the guy close to you. Your friend was somewhat right, the guy was kinda cute, but didn't quite match your tastes but you swore to give him a chance.

 An hour later you regretted even leaving home. The guy was such a bore you couldn't stand, his voice was annoying you in a way you never thought possible. His only subjects were his family history and his adventures. Many ridiculous adventures. Not once he asked you about yourself, just speaking nonstop with the cockiest grin ever. Once he tried to touch your thighs but you shook his hand away and ordered your fourth drink. 

 "Hi, sorry to interrupt", someone said just as you were praying for the first time in your life for a rescue.

 Looking up you scoffed. Of course, God sent you Yanan to rescue, like a mean genie that twisted your wish. The asshole was hotter up close and that annoyed you even more. You realized that you truly needed to get laid, more than ever, to even consider Yanan this attractive. 

 "Y/N. Urgent call, sweetheart. You know, heir business".

 The boring dude asked something about heirs but you got up immediately. Business was business and any chance to leave the guy was a chance. You followed Yanan closely to the back doors and sighed in relief when you get fresh air outside. Yanan leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette lazily, he had a very much shit-eating grin and wiggled his eyebrows at you. It all clicked.

 "There's no call, is there?", you asked, already leaning on the opposite wall and taking the cigarette pack and lighter from him. He managed a small "no" between his grin as you lit your own cigarette freshly stolen from him. 

 "Why were you with that idiot?", he asked seriously after some minutes of silence. The alley was well lit enough but seemed cut off from the rush of the club. 

 "I honestly don't know. A friend set us up but that was such a stupid idea", you laughed at your own misery. You didn't even know why you were being so honest with him. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe the frustration. 

 "Do you need to get laid that bad, Y/N?", he scoffed, "that idiot tried to get in with our business once. He was so stupid he got arrested a week later picking pockets at a football game". 

 That made you crack. You laughed hard, thinking of how lame the guy was, your power situation always being your most proud deed. You finished your cigarette and tried to light another but Yanan snatched it from you, pocketing the items before you managed to get one cigarette out. 

 "Shut up, Yanan", you said, crossing your arms almost like a stubborn child whose toy got snatched.

 "I mean it, is that how desperate you are?", he moved his head to the side, analyzing you. Shit. For a second you wondered if all his endless innuendos with you actually meant something that you never read but dismissed it quickly. No way. Yeah, he was hot but he was a cocky annoying enemy and you were just lonely. 

 "What kind of question is that, Yanan? Are you that interested in my sex life?"

 "Yes", his simple answer shocked you, your mouth agape. He smirked. "I almost never see you with someone and always wondered why. I think you're too hot to be that lonely, you know?"

 "I never see you with someone either", was your smart comeback and you wanted to kick yourself.

 "Who's interested in who's sex life now, Y/N?"

 "Shut up, Yanan", you said with no bite, looking away from him. 

 "Maybe…", he said it like he was architecting a plan, "maybe I am a bit lonely as well. I mean, I get you perfectly, don't I? We have the same position, same problems…", he got close to you in seconds and you didn't even hear it, soon enough he had a finger running along your neck to your scalp, "same needs".

 You'd definitely blame the alcohol tomorrow. And the boring guy. But right now you couldn't care less, he was blatantly teasing you and he did make sense. You both had similar life and of course, you two were lonely, in this line of work and life you can't trust anyone. Or almost anyone. That was your resolution as you grabbed him by his leather jacket and pulled him for a bruising kiss. You decided that if anything were to happen, he would not be in charge.

 Yanan seemed to be expecting that, you felt him smirk in the kiss and fist your hair quickly. The kiss was hot and you both moved with your bodies, a full fight for dominance. You knew you had the upper hand when you moved your hips to rub against him and felt his semi-hard already, earning a groan. His free hand grabbed your ass with force, not even hiding his intentions, and lucky you had the same ones, you used his hair to guide the kiss, never letting go of his jacket. 

 Even as you or he needed to pull back to breathe you'd stop, the kissing was replaced by nibs and sucking, you knew both of you would be marked tomorrow and that made you win this as well, leaving many hickeys on his neck and collarbones. You thanked his unique ability to wear loose thin shirts that allowed you to reach downwards on his neck while he fumbled to reach your bra in your tight fit shirt. Saying fuck it to any last reasonable thought, you pulled back entirely and took your shirt off, quickly pulling his jacket away. Yanan got the hint and took his shirt off, going for your bra seconds later, not wasting time and already teasing and sucking on your nipples. 

 Of course, his mouth would be heaven, you thought. He never stopped talking and teasing you all his life, his mouth always drove you crazy and now you discovered he could get you crazy with his mouth in some other way. His thigh reached your covered core and you shivered, you automatically riding his thigh with want. Yanan grunted out your name, his hold on your ass coming back to help you move with even more force, his dick rubbing on your jeans pants with the movement. It felt like you stayed that way for a long time, you needed more but it was too good to stop, his mouth doing wonders on your neck and boobs, it was leading to a very strong orgasm, you could feel it. 

 Suddenly he stopped you, getting his thigh out of reach. He laughed at your involuntary whine and leaned over, hands massaging your breasts.

 "You seriously think I'm gonna let you cum with my thighs only?", he nibbled your ear, "what kind of asshole do you think I am?"

 The wetness in your panties got even damper with his words, your hands already opening your pants. Yanan followed your lead and soon both pants and underwear were by your ankles. But before anything could happen, you put both hands on his chest, feeling his strong body with more calm. 

 "Don't make me regret this, Yanan. This better be good", you meant to be serious but his cocky smile made the corners of your mouth move upwards without intending to. He whispered your name and gently held your chin, placing a gentle kiss on your lips that got you both gasping softly. 

 "Can you turn around, please? With the pants where they are, I think it'll be better this way", he asked, too calm for the situation. You hated to agree with him but moved in silence. You placed both hands on the wall and bent over, looking back only to see him watching you with dark eyes. He was stroking himself and fully moaned when you placed your fingers in your entrance to tease him. It was Yanan that yanked your wrist back and even from behind you saw him suck your fingers next to your head.

 "You taste so good, Y/N. Maybe next time".

 Next time. Was it even going to have the next time? You didn't even have time to think it over before he pushed his dick inside, slowly but surely. You moaned at the feeling, hands turning into fists from how good that was. You could feel he was no better than you, hips spasming to move already even if he was waiting for you to adjust. When you pushed back he held your waist and wasted no time in moving. He got his member almost completely out only thrust in fast and hard again.

 Yanan held that rhythm all along and if you had any coherent thought in your head, you'd praise his physical strength and stamina. But you didn't. He was giving it to you and it felt like magic, he knew how to move and where to move exactly as you needed him to without you having to guide him. He was hitting your g spot dead on and it took all of you to not scream his name over and over in the small alley. His expert fingers moved to your clit and rubbed it deliciously, making you writhe against him.

 "Keep that up and I'll come too soon, I'm so close", you said, already clenching at how he was touching you. 

 "I'm close, Y/N. Shit, come with me", he breathed it out against your ear.

 You'd deny it forever but his pleading voice did the trick. You came with a cry you couldn't hold back. Vaguely you heard Yanan curse at how you clenched around him and you felt him release. You two moved until both came back from the high, now the silence was coming back but you were too tired to care. 

 He stepped out and got his clothes back on first and followed, tired hands retrieving pieces of clothing from the ground. You heard him chuckle, looking at nothing specifically and you somewhat understood. You laughed quietly and you exchanged a look.

 "So, Y/N, any regrets?", there he went. The same old annoying bastard.

 "Shut up, Yanan", you laughed, throwing his jacket at him. 

 "I will start to collect streets from your domain every time you tell me to shut up, by the end of a year you'll have no more power, Y/N", you both laughed out loud and you shook your head.

 "What do you wanna do now?", you said, reaching for his cigarettes in his pocket.

 He only raised an eyebrow at you and extended his hand to collect his items after you used them. With both cigarettes lit and smoke clouding the air a little, he huffed.

 "I'd invite you over to my place for more and just for tonight, I'd pretend we're allies and not enemies. I truly think we are similar, Y/N", Yanan was not looking at you.

 "Alright. Lead the way, Mr. I'm-just-like-you", you mocked him with a very bad imitation of chis voice and you laughed at both your joke and his shocked face.

 "May I hold your hand, m'lady?", it was his turn to mock your voice, a quick recovery from his shock.

 "Don't push your luck, sweetheart". You used the same nickname he used with you earlier and he laughed, walking back into the club without saying a word and without looking back.

 You threw your cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, shaking your head. Tomorrow you'd deal with all the consequences but tonight you were willing to let this good sparkle inside your belly make decisions for you. Just tonight.