#or I can just fall back to everyone dressed in skimpy black and behind bars to a backdrop of red

[sins-of-the-sea]

//Not quite yet ready to work on things but listen-

Listen-

Cell Block Tango but with female muses.

I know I voiceclaimed Abena with Deidre Goodwin (June's actress) before and I still stand by it, but her story and vocal range is also very Velma Kelly so fuckit, someone else can be June. And now I am picturing the love interests of my own muses taking on other roles.

It's okay, you can shoot Phi in the head for popping gum or Rashid having six wives or have Gio walk into your kitchen knife ten times, they won't mind, they fucking love this shit in theatre.

[ja3yun]

The Moon That Sometimes Shines | L.HS (TSTAB Alt. Scene)

lee heeseung x reader

warnings: smut (mdni), fingering, dirty talk, choking, pet names (baby girl, angel), alcohol, slight exhibitionism, if I missed anything lmk!

wc: 3.6k

synopsis: after seeing your ex-lover jaeyun and his fiance being close to one another, heeseung offers you a much needed distraction.

a/n: i accidentally deleted the original post so here I am at 3am re-uploading it :( anyway like i said the first time, this is part of the tstab series original plotline before i changed it but can be read as a stand-alone one-shot since this is an alternative scene.

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“Y/N! Hurry up, we’re going out tonight.” Eunseo’s pretty voice travels through the door. After confirming it was her you open the door and look at her confused. “Me, you, Heeseung, Jake, and Yeoreum are going out. Like a joint bachelor-bachelorette thingy.” She claps excitedly. 

“Didn’t they already have their parties? You got really stressed when the inflatables you planned went to your elderly neighbour.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you recall the incident. The delivery of nonsensical blowup dicks and penis straws went to Mrs. Kim, a 87-year-old lady, who lives next door to Eunseo and she, unfortunately, opened it. Their relationship was never the same.

Eunseo scowls at the thought, “Please don’t remind me, she thinks I’m a sex pest or something now.” Her hand raised to stop you from saying any further as she carried on, “But this is just to let loose. After that walk and shit, I think they need it.” Nodding you agree and she smiles, “Then get ready! I’ve looked out your fit.” That could only mean one thing: you were going to be cold tonight.

After getting dressed you trail behind Eunseo you walk into the living room to find the rest waiting for you both which seems to be a theme this past week. Eunseo apologises like she always does and then hurries everyone as if she isn’t the reason the taxi fare is already up by £20. 

Heeseung puts his hand on the small of your back, leaning down to whisper, “You look so fucking good, angel. If there wasn’t such a thing as bro code…” he trails off and leaves it there with a cheeky smile. To be honest you felt hot, probably the hottest you have in any of your best friend’s clothes. She had looked out a black corset top with lace detailing at the side, a white mini skirt with perfectly placed black bows on either side of your hips, and black thigh-high boots that were not the easiest to get on. This outfit called for your hair to be curled and eyeliner so sharp that it could open envelopes.

Nudging him you laugh and keep walking, “You couldn’t handle it.” You playfully sway your hips and Heeseung pretends to fall to his knees, a hand clutching his chest. When little moments like this happen, the world suddenly feels like it’s aligned.

The taxi drive is short, and full of chatter and excitement. Yeoreum and Jaeyun seem to have made up, her laughter and his hand on her thigh being your indications. 

The club is busy, filled with people your age and younger just trying to get drunk. Thursdays are always the best day to go out; it’s cheaper and has a more student-based clientele than on a Saturdays when creepy men in their 40s come out from the shadows. Eunseo flashes her signature smile and you guys are let in without any hesitation. You look at her skimpy outfit and think that might have helped the situation.

Music and heat hit you all at once and it’s overwhelming but in the best way possible. The musky smell of alcohol and smoke from the machines feels like a time machine back to your second year of college, a mixture of shame and fondness washing over you as you remember the many hook-ups and walks of shame you did.

Eunseo grabs your hand and raises it as she leads you to the bar to get the first of too many drinks tonight. She orders two double vodkas with lemonade and two Baby Guinnesses, they've become your favourites over the years. As the bartender goes to make them she turns to you, “Are you going to make your move on Heeseung tonight?” A loud sharp laugh leaves your mouth at her question, she really wasn’t letting this go.

“Eunseo, he isn’t my type I have told you this.” The shots come first and you clink it on the bar and shoot it down. “He’s hot but I’m not interested.”

“Those two sentences don’t go together, babe. And what’s one night? You’ve been with plenty of uglier men than him.” Her eyes are on Heeseung at the other side of the bar, buying drinks for him and the bride and groom. 

“I don’t know,” Of course, Heeseung was attractive, even more attractive now than 4 years ago. His perfect nose, attractive side profile, and when he smirked…god when he smirked. But could you truly do that to Jaeyun? 

Your drinks are now in front of you both, “Come on, let’s dance.”

One hand holding your drink and the other holding Eunseo’s hand you lead her to a spot and start to move your hips to the music, letting all the tension you’ve felt go. A genuine smile creeps on your face and you down your drink. And another. And another.

Everyone was enjoying themselves and as your eyes land on Yeoreum and Jaeyun, you realise just how much fun they’re having.

Jaeyun’s hand is caressing her thigh, his tongue lapping up her mouth, and her tits are pressing into his chest. If you were closer you swear you could hear them moaning.

It’s hard to watch, your true love tangled in someone else, but that’s reality now.

Your view is obstructed by a broad chest clad in a loose My Chemical Romance t-shirt. Heeseung.

“What did I tell you about only focusing on me, baby girl?” His hands find home on your waistline and pinch them slightly to get you to look up at him.

“It’s hard, Hee” You confess, eyes glazed from the alcohol and forming tears. It was pathetic how upset you got over Jaeyun and Yeoreum considering you were the reason they found each other. If you hadn't left it would be your mouth smothering him with kisses.

Heeseung’s hands soothe over your hips, applying pressure the closer he gets to your ass. “I know, angel. It’s so hard to see someone you love with someone else.”

His eyes are staring deep into yours as if he’s confessing something to you. 

What you don’t know is that back in school Heeseung was infatuated by you. The way you spoke, the way you laughed, the way you kissed. Whenever you kissed Jaeyun he would see how your tongue would move with his best friends and wish, no, pray that it was his just once.

He didn’t want forever, he just wanted once.

Once just so he could taste you. Heeseung knew you would always belong to his best friend, there was no doubt. Even back in the day he wouldn’t ever come between you. 

But it isn’t like those days anymore. You aren’t Jaeyun’s and Jaeyun isn’t yours. 

Obviously, he felt guilty for even conjuring up such an image of you and him but as you stare up, eyes glistening and hazed he can’t help but push the guilt to the back of his mind. 

“Angel, only look at me from now on, okay?” He shouts it loud enough for you to hear over the club music. 

Is it just you or have his lips gotten bigger over the last few years? 

“Something on my face, Y/N?” 

Oh. You’re staring at him. Yet you can’t stop. His smirk is spiraling you into a tizzy, his tongue poking just enough to lick his bottom lip. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking but you want to kiss him. Really badly want to kiss him.

Instead of responding, you lift your hands to his chest, splaying them over each of his pecks. He’s so toned under the t-shirt you can’t help but squeeze subtlety.

Bringing his lips down to your ear he whispers, “Want a distraction, baby girl?” 

God yes

Heeseung’s breath is hot in your ear and the wetness of his lips is just barely touching your lobe. It’s driving you crazy. But…Jaeyun.

“What abou-”

He cuts you short when his teeth nibble the shell of your ear before he speaks, “Shhh. Told you I would help you this week didn’t I?” You can feel his smile widen as his lips ghost down your neck.

Shutting your eyes you try to focus on your breathing. Is it wrong to indulge in this? Jaeyun is over there with his fiance kissing and touching her, so why do you feel guilty for wanting to do the same with Heeseung? 

Because it’s his best friend you say to yourself.

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m sure if I touched your pretty cunt right now I’d feel how much you want me.” There’s a stir in your stomach as he utters the words into the base of your neck.

Honestly, until now your brain had been so wrapped up in overthinking you hadn’t noticed how wet you had gotten. Somehow from the moment he touched your hips, your pussy pulsed, wishing his hands and mouth were all over it. 

Heeseung’s head lifts and his eyes look into yours just like before, this time they’re filled with desire. He’s begging for the green light, the okay go, to prove his theory right.

And you give him it.

You allow him to touch you somewhere he has been dreaming about for years with a single nod. Sneakily, his hand reaches down and his middle finger runs over your soaked underwear. You bite your lip as he applies some added pressure to your clit. 

“I was right, baby girl.” His arrogance in this situation is only adding fuel to your fire, “You’re fucking soaking. Is it all for me?” 

You can’t look him in the eye out of sheer embarrassment because how did he get you so worked up like this so quickly? The only other person that has been able to do this is Jaeyun.

Leaning down so his lips hover over yours you can tell he’s holding back from kissing you despite his finger literally sitting atop your clit. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” It comes out breathy and needy. “For you.”

Heeseung closes his eyes. There is no going back if he kisses you right now and he knows it. “Tell me to kiss you.” His eyes don’t open but the way his hand massages your cunt you can tell he’s desperate, “Please, baby girl.” 

Instead of words, you reach up to kiss him and let go of all inhibitions. Your actions cause Heeseung’s hand to move away from your vagina and back to gripping your hips firmly.

He inhales deeply while he kisses you like he is trying to use all his senses. Tasting you, hearing you, touching you, he is taking you all in. The only thing he wasn’t doing was looking at you, his eyes shut from the pleasure but he knows how you look because every time you kissed Jaeyun he memorised every detail of your face.

Heeseung’s hands grabbed your ass and you moaned from your throat while his lips still attacked yours, the noise sounds like music to his ears and it just makes him more eager to keep going. The alcohol running through his veins pushes him to his next action.

“Jump.” He instructs and you obey, jumping so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Even the feeling of you like this was heaven to him. He genuinely wished he could have gotten to you first all those years ago but he’ll settle for right now. “You listen to me so well,” Heeseung whispers against your lips and that’s when he sees you’re too far gone with lust to even care what he’s saying. Your kisses get more needy as he carries you to the back of the club.

The on-lookers have faces of disgust as you practically dry hump Heeseung all the way to a dark area in the club but you don’t care, you don’t even notice because all you can focus on is the aching radiating from your core and how his mouth molds perfectly to yours.

“Fuck, angel, you don’t even give a shit if people watch, hmm?” He’s mocking you and all you can do is whimper and ask for more. 

Perching you up on a shallow shelf-like surface attached to the back wall you instantly spread your legs open and he slots himself in between, deepening the kiss. Heeseung’s 6” stature towers over you even when you’re sat on a high surface. He always loved how small you looked when you stood next to him.

His left hand is now lost in your hair making a mess of your once neat curls and his right was keeping you steady on the ledge. Pulling away he looks at your state, “You look so fucked out and I haven’t even started yet, baby girl.” Your skirt has turned into a belt due to it bunching up, leaving your whole bottom half exposed. Well almost. Your thin white panties are the only thing keeping you decent, and Heeseung needs them gone. 

Luckily, the club is so dark and no one can see your uncovered core as Heeseung yanks them down your legs and holds it in front of you with one finger. “I can keep these, yeah?” Before you can answer he’s shoving them in his pocket. In the morning you would be mad because they’re your favourite pair, but right now you couldn’t care less. 

Just like before his middle finger glides in between your folds collecting your juices but as fast as his digit was on you, it was off again, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on it. You can’t properly see his face but you can see how his eyes roll back, “I would eat your little pussy so good if it wasn’t so obvious what I was doing.” He didn’t mind people watching but if he could avoid it he would, and being on his knees with his face buried between your thighs would certainly draw attention. 

“Hee,” Your voice is a whisper but he just hears it and leans down, “Please make me forget.”

Ah. Jaeyun. He almost forgot that’s why you agreed to let him do this. To distract you from his best friend and your broken heart. Guilt and a little something else fill Heeseung’s heart but he quickly pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind when your hand is palming his cock. 

Throwing his head back exposes his adam’s apple and quick as lightening your mouth is on it, kissing it softly. “Jesus fuck, Y/N.” He huffs and his hands push you away, leaving you confused. “I need to touch you, baby girl, I gotta hear those sweet moans, or else I’ll go crazy.” Granted, he’s going to go crazy either way, whether it was from you touching him or him touching you, but he is aware he probably doesn’t have a lot of time and he can’t let this opportunity to make you cum slip from him. “Be good for me angel.” 

One single kiss on your forehead and then he’s giving you what you want. Two of his fingers are teasing your entrance, rubbing circles gently around it. “Can you take the two of them or want me to start with one?” Heeseung might have been clouded by desire but he also wants you to be comfortable, not pushing you too far. 

“I can take it.” You don’t care if you actually can’t, you just need to feel something.

“Of course you can, baby girl. You’re so good.” His words of affirmation are similar yet different to Jaeyun’s. He’s more firm with his words than your ex-lover, like he’s making you think you’re taking the lead but in actual fact, he’s always in charge. “Going to let me make you feel good? Forget about him?”  All you can do is nod and crane your neck up to kiss him but he pulls away and raises his eyebrows, “Not going to ask? After I’ve been so kind to ask you if I can touch you?”

All while he’s speaking down to you, his fingers are still teasing your entrance. He doesn’t stop, that is another difference between Jaeyun and him. When Jaeyun teased you he would stop altogether and have you mewling for him to go back to what he was doing. But Heeseung knows it pays to play the long game, give you a constant taste of what he could offer, and make you beg for something you were already getting. It got him off so much to know his partners needed not what he could give them, but what more he could do to satisfy them. 

“C-can I kiss you.” 

“Yes, you can, angel.” And then without a breath, you’re kissing him, his fingers keeping their circular motions at an agonising pace. “How hard was it to ask, hmm?” He smirks and you could slap him for being so hot and annoying all at once if you weren’t so desperate.

You go to speak but moan instead as he puts some pressure down below, “Huh? You want to ask for something else, angel?” He didn’t have time to be doing this but it was so fun to watch you like this. 

“Can you..” This is so embarrassing. When was the last time you asked for someone to finger you? “Can you fuck me…with your fingers?”

“Would be my pleasure, baby girl.” His middle and ring fingers slip inside you with a little effort, “Jesus, angel, how long has it been since someone fucked you?”

“4 months.” Not that you were counting but it was 4 months and 3 days. If you knew the time right now you could probably pinpoint the exact hours and minutes too. You were so busy with finals for Uni and work you didn’t have the time to indulge in your needs. That was probably why Heeseung was having such an effect on you.

Probably just because it was Heeseung in general.

He’s fucking you open, stretching you out so good you can’t help but grab his band t-shirt for more stability. “Hold my shoulders, it’ll be better.” It’s like you’re his lap dog the way you just follow all his instructions. You mumble an ‘okay’ and grip his shoulders tight. Once he feels you get more secure, he goes harder.

Almost like he is trying to feel every inch of your insides his fingertips pushing hard against your upper walls, just how you like it. As he feels your forehead resting against his chest he knows he’s got you. “You like it when I fuck you like this with my fingers?” and you nod, but that’s not what he’s looking for. His free hand grabs your jaw and forcefully lifts your head to look at him, “You know I need to hear you.” God, he is so hot. 

“I love it, Heeseung.” Your winded words make him smug. 

“You want to ask for anything else?” The grip on your jaw loosens and the back of his hand and fingers glide smoothly over your neck. Again here he is making it seem like you’re in control but you know exactly what he wants, “Anything at all?” 

You almost can’t get the words out because he’s curling his fingers deep inside you, “Ch-”

“I’m sorry, baby girl I didn’t catch that?” He’s so self-satisfied with himself that he's getting everything he ever wanted. 

“Choke me.” 

And just like that his strong hand is wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough. Heeseung knows the test the waters of your limits but honestly, you don’t have any, none that you know of anyway. 

Heeseung’s hands feel different from Jaeyun’s, stronger, just like his words. The tightness of his hand cutting off your airways makes your eyes roll back and spine arch. “So beautiful, angel.” 

The sweet words leaving his mouth don’t match up to his tight grip. Your head hits the wall sharply as he pushes you back but it only adds to the sensation of pleasure you’re feeling. 

“Hee, m’gonna cum.” It’s not so much a warning because you’re cumming around his fingers. His digits hammer into you, the muscle in his arm ripples as he gives you all he has. Heeseung wants you to remember this he’s going hard and cutting off your air. 

You’re such a beautiful sight.

“Doing so well for me, angel.” His pink glossy lips replace his hand on your throat as he kisses you where he knows there will be bruises. “So fucking beautiful.”

As your chest heaves and lungs gasp for air, you realise this is the first time you haven’t thought about Jaeyun. Mission accomplished, you suppose.

“Heeseung?” 

“Yeah, pretty?” His hand retreats from your pussy as he stands back up to loom over you again.

“Thank you.” Biting your lip you want to say more but you don’t exactly know what to say. 

His fingers tap your mouth, indicating for you to open it and you answer his silent command and open wide. The next thing you know he’s shoving his fingers into your mouth and you taste yourself. This is a new experience for you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it and hope it isn’t the last time you’re sucking your cum off someone’s fingers. And if it happened to be Heeseung again, you definitely wouldn’t say no. 

“Remember this whenever you think about him.” He starts staring deep into your eyes, “And if you ever need a refresher, you know what room I’m in.”

[mintmatcha]

quickie - dabi X hero!reader

Dabi x cis!fem reader

CW: public sex, voyeurism, standing sex, doll as a nickname, praise

 a/n: thanks to shan’s discover server for dealing with my bullshit creating this <3

   "We can't keep doing this."

The figure, leaned against the graffitied brick of a building, tosses back his hood as he takes another drag from his cigarette.  The black of his hair, streaked with the occasional red, shines under the streetlamp.  His burns are worse than the last time you’ve seen him, stretching from his face to his knuckles.

"You say that everytime." Dabi drops the cigarette butt and crushes it under the heel of his boot. "But you always come anyway."

You scuff your heel against the concrete, listening to how it echoes down the empty street. The dive bar you two stand in front of long ago cleared, all of the patrons disappearing into the night. 

Maybe heading home. Most likely not.

You should be heading home too.

"I'm only here because you asked me to be here." you ask cooly, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your phone. You don't look away until his tight grip clutches your shoulder. Against the chill of the night, his touch is comforting.

"Don't play coy." he scoffs, "I never asked you to be here, little hero."

You flinch at the nickname, checking your surroundings once again. Being recognized as a hero would mean trouble in this neighborhood. You already clearly don't belong; you had dressed nicely for a date- a date with another hero, someone good for you-

only to abandon him the moment this asshole texted you.

"I just told you I was bored," Dabi smirks, the stitches at the corners of his mouth pulling as he eyes you up, "And you decided to entertain me, apparently." 

You wish your heart wasn't beating out of your chest. You're not quite sure what it was about him- maybe the danger, maybe daddy issues, maybe the horrifying idea that you genuinely cared about him, maybe something entirely different- but you were wrapped around his fingers.

And he is well aware of it.

He hooks a finger under the strap of your dress and pulls it down and off your shoulder with a languid pace, eyes tracing over the exposed skin. "I like this. Kinda fancy, kinda skimpy-" His tongue runs over the edge of one of his incisors, his piercing catching the low light. "It's like you're asking for trouble."

You just shrug. "Maybe I am looking for trouble."

"I told you to stop playing coy." His hand cups your chin, dragging it up to look at him directly. His gaze is dark, hungry, and more than a little dangerous. "Are you here to get dicked down or what?"

You try to sound nonchalant, but your voice is high and tight in your throat. “If that’s what you want, I guess.” 

“Aw, come on now, lil hero. Don’t pretend to be a brat." he grins, pulling your head higher, “Lemme hear you say it. Tell me you came here to get fucked."

“I-” you hesitate.

“Come on, say it.” he takes your hand in his and, for a second, it's sweet- but then he guides it down to the front of his pants, cupping you over his crotch to feel the beginning of his excitement. "Say you wanna get fucked."

You swallow, and then gently squeeze his cock. "I want you to have sex with me."

"Nuh-uh. That's not what I said." he leans into you, lips brushing against yours, blue eyes never leaving yours, "Say you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me."

“Aw, dirty girl.” he purrs, "What would everyone think? The perfect sidekick, begging for a villain's cock?"

He closes the gap and catches the plush of your lip between his teeth- hard. You gasp and he doesn't waste the opportunity; his tongue finds yours, rushed and messy. 

The kiss breaks, a string of spit connecting your lips for a microsecond. "Turn around."

Before you can react, Dabi's hand grips your forearm and twists it behind you, forcing you against the wall. The prickle of the brick digs into your cheek, but you can't focus on the pain- only the heat of his hands: one holding you still, the over sliding up your skirt.

"H-here?" you whisper, but don't resist. "Someone could see."

"Yeah-" his chuckle is low, "That's the fun part." 

He's quick to flip the fabric up and over your ass, exposing your lacy panties to the night air. His palms your ass and shakes it, eyes glued to how it shakes and quivers under his touch.

"Very sexy." he coos almost mockingly, pulling the elastic of your panties so taut that it digs into your skin. You flinch when it snaps back, further pressing yourself into the wall, and Dabi laughs.

"Aw, sensitive little thing, aren'tcha?" he grinds against you, the rough fabric of his jeans doing nothing to hide the swell of his cock. It rubs between your ass cheeks, the friction of demin already burning. The only respite in the cool metal of his studded belt, smooth and slick against you.

"Are you sure you can handle this, baby?" he tugs you closer by the bicep, arching your back until your head falls back. Like this, he looks down at you, a wolfish grin on his face. "I'd be so sad if I broke you."

"No, you wouldn't-" your free arm slides down his front, thumb dipping into the waistband and fingers rolling over the buckle.

"Yeah, you're right." he helps you unclasp the buckle, the gentle tinkling the only sound that echoes down the empty street. It hits you then that, despite the late hour, someone could approach at any moment and catch you being fucked by a wanted criminal.

The scrape of denim is replaced by hot, smooth skin and a tickle of his happy trail. Dabi lets the weight of his cock fall against your folds and a warm trickle of precum grazes your cheek. The night only seems to be getting colder, but the latent heat of Dabi's skin only seems to build.

"Fuck--" he ruts up against you unexpectedly, "You're fucking dripping-" You can feel his cock sliding against you, the wetness of your arousal letting him easily slip between your thighs. The head of his cock ghosts near your clit, not nearly the pressure you need. "God, maybe I'll just fuck you like this-"

A whine escapes your throat before you can tamp it down. 

"Oh, don’t be a brat.” he pulls back, “I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a gold foil packet, flashing it to you. You two agreed on protection since the first hook up- your insistence. He quickly rips into it with his teeth and rolls the condom down, barely covering his length before he pushes against your entrance, his fat head easily popping inside despite the stretch. You expect him to fully bury himself in one stroke, like he always does, but he stays there inside you, his cock barely past the petals of your pussy. Impatiently, you wiggle back against him, desperate for more, but he braces against you.

"Slow down, now-" he clicks his tongue before pressing a surprisingly soft kiss into your temple. Then, he shoves you forward again, face smushed into the rocky brick. "Lemme enjoy this properly."

You teeter on your high heels, legs already shaking as he finally rolls his hips forward inch by inch. Under his breath, he mutters so low that you can't understand him, but you catch clippings of praise and curses.

His pace is unusually slow, letting you savor the fullness of his whole cock before he pulls back to the tip. His breath is uncomfortably warm against the back of your neck. The scent of ash and tobacco that clings to him makes your stomach turn, but you can't help but want more of it- more of him.

The hand of your hip, unnaturally warm, almost burning, slips around to the front of the panties, dipping into the fabric to trace supply circles around your clit. It's nice- soft and gentle-

but you don't fuck Dabi to be gentle.

With your free hand, you push against the wall, forcing him to sink into you, hard. "Fucking hell-" he chokes out a groan as you start bucking against him. He uses your forearm as leverage, pulling and pushing down his length faster and faster. "That's it-- bounce like that- oh, good girl-"

Your voice, pathetic and lewd, fills the stress, but Dabi does nothing to muffle it. Of course he doesn't- he likes the risk. He wants to be caught, wants people to see him splitting you in half. Anyone even remotely close would be able to hear the wet, sloppy sound of your pussy, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

Once you get the rhythm he wants, Dabi releases your arm and grabs on to the front of your dress, palming your tits through the fabric greedily. It's rough, almost bruising, squishing you solely for his pleasure.

"So soft," he breathes. After a moment, he decides the fondling isn't enough and wraps his fingers under the hem, digging into the fat of your chest. With a firm tug, he snaps the remaining strap, freeing one of your tits into the cool night air. You don't even have time to shiver before his hand takes it place against you. 

Dabi always runs warm, but something about sex- albeit the desire or the physical contact- makes him hot. The stroke of his hands, the lips across your shoulder blade, the dip of his stomach against your back- all of them leave ghosts, trails of goosebumps where heat used to be.

Even through the condom, his cock radiates heat deep inside your cunt, twitching and pulsing with every stroke. His fingertips never leave their mark, rolling your clit steadily. 

"Y-you gonna cum for me?" he says through his teeth, "Gonna let me f-feel it? Let me make you feel good? Oh, such a good girl for me--"

The pressure on your clit all at once becomes too much and you cum, knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Your pace threatens to falter, but Dabi muscles through it for you.

Dabi's lips find your neck, right below your jaw. A flick of the tongue is followed by the sharp pain of his teeth digging into the soft spot.  Overstimulation hits your quickly, your pussy twitching every stroke.

"'Is too much." you hiccup, reaching behind you blindly. You manage to caress his face, the staples warm and wet with his sweat. He nuzzles into the hand, a surprisingly sweet gesture.

"Just- just take it." he growls. The pace is suddenly lopsided, the rhythm gone as he starts to cum.

The gentle pulsing of his cock is immediately followed by pooling warmth. No, warmth is an understatement. It's hot, almost unbearably. You keen away from him, but he stays locked against you.

"G-get off," you hiccup, "You're t-too hot."

"You're not so bad yourself, doll." He withdrawals and quickly peels the condom off, tossing it to the side. He spins you around, running a thumb under your eye. Flecks of mascara and eyeliner stick to his skin. "Especially like this." he gestures to you as a whole. Running makeup, ripped dress, quivering legs, your own cum glossing your thighs- you look destroyed.

"You should walk around like this all the time." Dabi wipes his stomach with his shirt, haphazardly smearing the wetness more than cleaning it, before redoing his buckle. He takes his time, clearly not concerned about being exposed. "On second thought- nah. Just wear this for me." 

You shimmy your dress down, trying to cover your ass as quickly as possible. "You're disgusting." 

He throws his head back and laughs. "You didn't seem to think so a couple minutes ago." 

"Fuck you."

Dabi shakes a cigarette free from the carton and sticks it between his teeth. "Aw, doll-" he dots the tip with his finger and it alights, deep orange against the dark of the night. "You just did."

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Tolerance

Summary: Natasha likes to push.

Warning: 18+ Language, Jealousy, Teasing, Smut (Daddy kink, marking, spanking, fingering, strap on) 

Word Count: 2,031

Side Note: I have no idea what made me write this but I’ve never written straight up smut so I hope this isn’t crap.

****** 

She is a tease.

The biggest tease you’ve ever met.

It’s nothing you can’t handle but that doesn’t mean you enjoy not being able to do anything about it.

Quite frankly you knew this was going to happen. Tony and Pepper sent Morgan to spend the weekend with her grandparents which meant free time for them. In true Tony Stark fashion, he planned a party.

He told the team weeks ahead of time and it’s safe to say that everyone got considerably excited over it. There hadn’t been a Stark party since long before the snap and no one would admit how much they missed them.

When Saturday night arrived, you and Natasha got ready an hour before the party. Despite your admonishing to do so before then, only for Natasha to dismiss that idea by telling you that you would just be fashionably late.

The second she left your bedroom to get dressed you knew she was up to something. So before you pulled on your black dress pants, you stepped into a harness and secured Natasha’s favorite red ribbed dildo to it, tying it to your thigh with an inconspicuously wrapped belt.

As always your girlfriend looks beyond gorgeous. The black thigh length dress exposes her back and leaves a space at her side, revealing just enough of the curve of her breast to make you clench your jaw.

She combs her fingers up into her hair and shakes the curls out to leave a wavy look behind.

On the drive to the building you warn Natasha not to try anything, her smirking at you and saying,“ we’ll see.”

And you so indeed see.

Along with the team, there are a number of other people around. The King and Princess of Wakanda escorted by the general, Fury and Hill, as well as the Captain herself Carol.

Which leaves a number of people for Natasha to flirt with.

No matter where you stand she’s directly in your line of sight: at the bar with Bucky and Steve, on the provided couches with Wanda and Clint, in a corner with Tony and Bruce.

She leaves lingering touches on the people she’s chosen to drag into her little game. Leaning close to them just enough to put her chest on display.

If it weren’t Natasha everyone might’ve thought something of her actions, but it’s very publicly known that she’s your girl.

The two of you hadn’t fucked out in the open at any point but you never bothered to cover the many bruises and marks you decided to leave on each other. And that’s evidence enough.

Apparently though, someone didn’t get the memo.

Two hours into the party, as Natasha notices your lack of reaction, she tries for a more embolden play.

Grabbing the hand of Carol Danvers, she pulls the woman on to the dance floor.

It’s not packed enough for you to lose her, which you’re grateful for. It allows you to send a murderous glare their way as you watch your girlfriend sexually dance against the blonde woman.

Her hips move in an enticing manner, the Captain matching her movement as her hands lay against your girlfriend’s hips.

Disregarding the drink you just ordered, you march over to the two, jaw clenched so tightly your teeth might shatter.

Natasha’s green eyes alight as you approach. Fire setting inside her when you grab her waist and spin her into you.

“Excuse me, we have something important to discuss.” You give your best smile to the blonde woman before pulling Natasha away.

She excitedly keeps pace with you as you walk through the hallway of the venue, each step taken with intense purpose.

Having never been in the building before you aren’t sure where to go, purposefully passing the bathrooms, until you finally find a door marked ‘Administrative Office’.

Natasha has no time to think. You open the door and pull her into the room, pressing your lips against hers with pent up fervor.

She eagerly returns it, a cocky smirk breaking the kiss.

“What’s gotten into you Y/L/N?” She teases.

“You don’t think I knew what your plan was already?” You cock a brow at her.“ This skimpy little dress of yours gave the plan away before we even left the apartment.”

She knows you knew, she just didn’t think you caught on that early.

“I-”

“Don’t. I’m sure whatever you’re about to say is a bunch of bullshit. Besides you know exactly why we’re in here.”

Even though it’s not a question, she nods. It’s as if she’s already fallen into the heat and intensity of the moment.

A switch basically flicks in her as she waits, ready to comply to whatever is about to happen. She knows whatever you’re about to do is going to be worth it.

You run your thumb along her bottom lip and she sucks it into her mouth without needing instruction. Letting it go with a pop, a small string of spit hooking around her bottom lip, that she licks away.

Her tongue leaves her lips looking even more glossy, accentuating how plump and kiss swollen they are. This just makes you kiss her again.

A low moan vibrates through it as your hand tangles in her hair and tugs. You trail hot open mouth kisses across her collarbone, leaving marks behind that will for sure be visible by the time you return to the party.

“You must feel pretty proud of the show you put on out there huh?” 

She moans again as you speak against her neck, voice low and rough with arousal. 

When you pull back you find her green eyes blown,“ did you enjoy dancing with Carol like that?” You circle her body like she’s your prey, stopping behind her to speak in her ear,“ grinding into her, letting her touch you the way that she did?” 

Emphasizing your point, you mimic their past actions: pushing your hips into Natasha so that your strap rubs against her ass and running your hands down her waist.

Natasha breathes heavily and rests her head back against your shoulder,“ it worked didn’t it?” She bites your ear, running her tongue across it as she pulls away.

“That’s not what I asked you. I want to know if you enjoyed it?” 

She has two options here. Tell you ‘no’ and let this continue exactly how it usually would. Or lie and tell you ‘yes’, eliciting you to punish her and this continues roughly.

“Yes.” She whispers.

Jaw clenching, your hand trails up her back, and you push her down. The red head hisses at the feeling of the cold wood pressed against the tops of her breasts.

Your fingers leave a burning trail up her thighs to the bottom of her dress and you hike it up to bunch at her stomach.

When your hand rubs soft circles on her ass she knows what’s coming. The anticipation of it sends another wave of arousal into her stomach and pooling between her legs.

The first smack is painfully delicious, making her hiss and moan through the number one, not forgetting to count along even in her sex daze.

The force of your smacks and the burn on her ass eventually has her jolting against the mahogany desk and she knows her panties are beyond ruined.

After the tenth smack you stop, once again rubbing the abused cheek soothingly. It’s a familiar tingly painful sensation but she loves it.

She’s not fully recovered from your previous actions when she feels your fingers sliding through her folds, collecting her arousal and ghosting over her clit.

“Y/n please.”

A dark chuckle falls from your lips that’s equally intimidating as it is sexy,“ begging so soon? Where’d all that courage from early go?”

You tease her entrance with your fingers as you speak, just barely slipping one inside her.

Being so riled up has her cursing already, a near silent “fuck” falling from her lips at your ministrations.

“I find it amusing that you’re begging me now when just minutes ago you were practically letting Carol fuck you on the dance floor.”

She whimpers at both your words and the way you roughly remove your fingers from her. Your finger hadn’t filled her by any means but the loss of your touch is enough to make tears spring in her eyes.

Turning her head, she looks back at you,“ I don’t want Carol. I don’t want anyone but you. Please.”

You decide that she’s been teased enough, and you know she has no feelings towards Carol it was all to get a rise out of you.

It’s beyond relieving to her to hear the belt of your pants clatter against the floor. You pull her underwear off of her, the fabric slightly agitating her abused ass.

“Tell me something Tasha, do you think you deserve to be fucked?”

She’s nodding before the questions is even asked.

Amused, you run the tip of the strap against her folds, collecting her dripping arousal on it, before easing it into her.

The rigged dildo fills her and has her gripping the desk already.

You start with a slow teasing pace, hand just barely gripping her hip as you move into her.

Until she starts to moan louder, breathing harshly as she says,“ harder daddy, please.”

Her words make you still, purely because you have to process the sound of that word leaving her mouth. She speaks it with such innocence despite your current actions.

Only for it to be spoken appropriately dirtier as you begin to pound into the woman.

Her body bounces every time your hips connect, her arousal coats not only her own thighs but also yours. She’s cursing, begging, and calling you ‘daddy’ in an attempt to make you literally ruin her.

But that’s practically guaranteed when she cums without your permission.

If she’s being honest she wouldn’t have been able to stop it anyway. You’d managed to hit her most sensitive spot repeatedly and there was no holding back the orgasm that forced from her.

Since she’s decided to disregard your rules, you work harder and faster to pull another one from her seconds later. But you know she can do better than that.

And she does, cumming a third time with a single thrust. Her legs quiver and her arms grow weak.

“Fuck, Y/n, I can’t-”

“Just one more pretty girl. You can do that for daddy can’t you?”

Wanting nothing more than to please you, she slides a hand underneath her body and circles her clit. Your ministrations plus hers makes her cum a forth time.

She literally screams, a Russian curse mixed in, as she collapses against the desk.

You just barely move inside her, allowing her to come down from the highest of highs. A hand running over her thigh in time with your slow rocks.

When her thighs settle and her body stops heaving with each breath, you pull out of her. A whimper spills from her lips with her last ‘fuck’.

Helping her sit up, you turn her around to face you. Gentle fingers comb red hair out of her face and wipe away the tear stains.

“I love you.” You smile at her.

Of course she returns it, no matter how outdone she is,“ I love you too.”

After you’ve eased her underwear back into place and fixed her dress, you fix yourself. Ideally you’d clean yourselves up but that’s not an option at the moment and you’re slightly pleased with the idea of her being reminded of this moment every time her slick thighs rub together.

“Just a reminder, I can handle a lot of things, but I don’t tolerate people touching my girl.” The grip you assume on the back of her neck is equally as loving as it is a warning,“ try that again and you won’t be walking for a week.”

She nods, teeth biting into her bottom lip.

When the two of you return to the party, marks blooming on Natasha’s skin aa she clings to your arm, it’s clear to everyone what just went down. But it’s not spoken on.

******

[johnkrrasinski]

So It Goes... 

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Pairings: Rock star/Bassist!Bucky Barnes x female!reader (AU)

Word count: 7,149 

Warning: fluff, SMUT! but mostly just me falling in love with bucky, really.

Summary: natasha romanoff aka your annoying roommate coerced you into the howling commando’s live performance at a divebar near your dorm. little did you know, it was going to lead you to the man of your dreams aka the charming rock star boy/bassist, james buchanan barnes.

a/n: this one’s written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan​‘s “Little Darlin’s Mysteru AU” challenge. i chose band/rockstar au. here’s another love letter to bucky barnes because i love that man with my entire heart and every fic that i write about him is basically just me expressing my deep affection for this man. hope you guys enjoy this one cause i certainly do! also, rock star/boy band bucky is such a concept omg i’m in love

You laid in your twin-sized bed as you heard the chirping sounds of the birds outside of your window. They were singing cheerily as if they knew what you were feeling and they were celebrating with you. It felt like you were in a Disney movie that you used to obsess over as a kid, where you are the lovestruck princess because you just met a handsome prince who swept you off your feet at first sight.

The birds outside of your window are your animal pals who swoon over you swooning and they spontaneously harmonize and dance to this newfound joy. You couldn’t resist the smile taking over your face. It was too early for you to be awake on a Saturday morning. You were always up by 10 AM. No more, no less. But it was currently 8.45 AM and you still had at least one more hour to get up and be productive.

But not today. Today, you were going to welcome this exhilarating sensation in your bones, and you were going to savour every second of it. Because you couldn’t shake away those baby blue eyes and that suave, boyish charm. The way, they electrified you by first glance and made you tremble when those pupils dilated. You could still feel the way his soft, plump lips hypnotized you last night. And the raunchy way he held you at the bar.

Even when all was said and done, he found a way to haunt you in your dreams.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

-

You were currently in the middle of a crisis due to your upcoming final week. If there’s any word to describe you as a college student, it would be ambitious. The idea of failing or getting less than B+ makes you go ballistic. You were an active student. You joined multiple organizations that expanded your social life. You got along with mostly everyone in your classes and you had your professors’ respect too for your excellent grades and polite manners.

But your lack of dating life irked no one else more than your roommate, Natasha. You loved Natasha with your entire heart, really. She was like a sister to you. You were an only child so you cherished her older sister role in your life. She was, in fact, several months older than you and she always protected you like her own. Starting from the asshole that broke your heart in high school, despite only knowing him through your story, to incessantly pushing you to stop being such a nerd and have more fun.

Natasha was the kind of woman you don’t wanna mess with. She was loyal, brave and quick-witted. She knows how to keep her GPA high, whilst also maintaining a fun social life. She managed to do it all so effortlessly. 

“C’mon, y/n! Just one night! You need to let loose and release all tension on your shoulders, baby. It’s good for your brain before finals start!”

“Noooo, Nat. Rock bands are not my thing and I’d have a higher chance of acing the tests if I study now, okay? Just go. Have fun without me and tell me how it goes.”

“But my boyfriend’s performing, y/n. And I want you to meet him! I promise they are really good. Even if you're not into the music, you can still go for the drinks, right? Also, they’ve got other cute members available so, you might find your own rock band boyfriend too if you go.” She winked. Her smirk was menacing.

“Ugh, I’m not interested in finding a boyfriend, Nat.”

“I know, but wouldn’t hurt if you do, right? Then we can go on double dates and have them write songs about us. Oh God, it’s going to be awesome.”

“Whoa, slow down. I haven’t even learned their names, yet and we are already discussing double dates?”

“Alright, let’s just start with putting on your sexy clothes and meet them yourself. Then we can move onto picking one gorgeous beast for you.”

“What makes you even think that they’d be interested in me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. Have you never owned a mirror? You are a total babe. You just need to get yourself more action.”

“Ugh, I don’t know, Nat…”

“You are going. And I’m not leaving until you get up and put on something cool. I have patience, baby and I’m going to annoy you all night if you stay. What do you prefer? Going out and have fun and meet some cute boys or me annoying you all night so you can’t study productively.” She glared at you. Her tone indicated that there was no compromise.

“Alright, I’m going. But that’s only because I wanna meet your boyfriend, alright? Not because I wanna find a boyfriend or whatever stupid shit you’re thinking.”

“Yay!” She jumped in excitement. Her face was content with joy and satisfaction from succeeding in persuading you. “Alright, let’s dig through your clothes.” She started rummaging your shared closet and observed meticulously each one of your outfits. “Hmm… Let’s try this one!” She picked up a strapless black sequin dress that you hadn’t worn in forever. You didn’t even remember packing it up in your baggage and brought it with you to your dorm.

You began stripping yourself out of your oversized hoodie and high-waisted shorts. You didn’t feel embarrassed changing in front of Natasha, you had seen each other naked many times. You were roommates after all and sometimes, you just had to be comfortable with the fact that you had private body parts underneath and within the course of four years, eventually, you had to get used to flashing one another at some point.  

You put it on as you started to feel a little uncomfortable. You weren’t used to wearing skimpy dresses. Already wearing it for less than three minutes, you were constantly lifting the hem of the dress to prevent it from exposing your boobs and revealing your inner thighs. And the material felt itchy on your skin too. “Nat, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just wear a leather jacket and jeans.”

“Nonsense! You look bomb! Give your leather jacket and jeans a break, alright? Okay, turn around so I can see your behind.”

You twirled as she said, restlessly.

Tonight was going to be a longspun night…

-  

The air felt crisp against your skin, as the breeze swept through your freshly curled hair, causing a few strands shading your sight. You struggled to walk steadily in your 7-inch heels that belonged to Natasha because you didn’t have a pair of your own. You were cool with wearing ankle boots pairing them with a sparkly dress. But Natasha didn’t think it was a cute look.

“What? Boots and dresses don’t go along, honey. Oh my, you need a serious makeover!” She was derailed.

You eventually settled with a silk red dress with a seductively low cleavage on the front, exposing the globes of your breasts. You were already as uncomfortable as it is, this dress didn’t make it any easier to act normal.

So you had to endure walking in these deadly shoes of torture, whilst clad in nothing but a scanty material with makeup painting your entire face. Great. What had you gotten yourself into? Damn you, Natasha.

You and Nat were walking arm in arm to the bar where “The Howling Commandos” were performing. That’s the name of the band that Natasha’s boyfriend was in. They have been a group for 5 years now, they had been doing this since they were in high school. Clint and the rest of the members were several years older than you and Nat. As soon as they graduated, they decided that they wanted to keep making music rather than working mundane, dead-end jobs.

Yep, Natasha told you that much.

Clint and Nat had been dating for two years now. They rarely saw each other due to the band’s packed schedule. Although, they would FaceTime each other every night, talking about each other’s days. You heard it all, from their most disgustingly adorable flirtations, to the most inappropriate, not so PG-13 confession.

They would literally pretend to smooch one another through the screen when you were doing your homework or when you had your nose deep in a book. You’d try to cover your ears by putting on your earbuds and turning up the volume so you could give them privacy but also, you didn’t wanna hear them talking about what they wanted to do to each other if both of them were here.

You knew Clint well enough to not feel like you were meeting a complete stranger. Natasha would often tell you to say hi to him and she had told you a lot of wonderful things to Clint. Clint would often talk about the band too on the phone, how someone called “Bucky” would piss him off by stealing his leftover sandwich. Or someone called “Sam” would often interrupt their chat by reminding him that it was soundcheck time.  

“I gotta go, babe. Sammy’s not gonna stop yelling.”

“Aw, okay, tell the boys I say hi! Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

It’s like a daily podcast for you every night.

The dive bar where The Howling Commandos were performing thankfully wasn’t that far from your dorm. Natasha was super thrilled when Clint told them that they were going to perform here. They were finally able to see each other after a while, and because this was going to be their last gig until they come back with a new album, he said he was going to stay and spend some time with Nat.

You were happy for both of them. You’d never say it out loud but, a part of you was secretly jealous of their love. They managed to maintain such a fun, loving, and healthy relationship despite the distance and differences. Natasha once told you that she was never one to settle with a man for too long but, Clint changed the game for her. You smiled at the thought. They were genuinely in love. If you were to find yourself a boyfriend, you wanted the type of love that they had.

But not tonight. You were okay with being single. Just because a part of you wanted what Clint & Nat had, doesn’t mean that you actually need it or you’d die. You were too much of a goal-oriented person to be chasing over something that should come naturally. You had grown so comfortable in being alone, that you stopped desiring love so much. It wasn’t getting you anywhere. So you lived your life, being grateful for your friends and family. You invested your time in your education and passion. You were content.

When you arrived at the bar, the room was full with a crowd. You walked in with Natasha trying to make a space for yourself so you could walk through them. You could barely anything else due to the number of bodies blocking your view. Natasha held your hand as she took the lead and fought through the crowd to get to the front, where she could get the best view.

There was a blonde-haired woman standing on the front, so close to where the band were going to play. When Natasha slightly grazed her whilst trying to stand next to her, she didn’t look the slightest bit happy. She glared at Natasha as Natasha noticed. She glared back at her.

“Excuse me, there’s more space in the back, maybe you can stand there instead of cutting through the line.”

“Excuse you, miss. I’m dating the band’s drummer, so I can stand wherever I want, thank you very much. If you don’t like that, then the exit is right there.” She pointed to the door of where we walked in from.

The blonde woman rolled her eyes as she folded her arms against her chest. After you stared at her reaction, you realized that you actually know her. She was in the same social science class with you. You had never really talked to her because she often sat in the back and immediately left after the class was done, but you remembered her name. Her name was Dottie Underwood. Your classmates called her Dot. The ones that she liked anyway.

You decided to stay quiet and let it pass. It’s not like she even recognized you even if you start a chat with her. You don’t think it was a good idea either since she and Nat literally just snarked at each other. You directed your sight to the stage and waited for the famous Howling Commandos to appear.

One of the spotlights turned and highlighted a man walking on stage before he talked into the microphone at the centre. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, a group of brilliant lads, that make all the ladies go feral wherever they go, and their showstopping music are going to make us sing and jump tonight. Please welcome, The Howling Commandos!”

The crowd roared with cheers, the sounds of their enthusiasm filled the atmosphere. Their claps were jovially in sync as four, drop-dead gorgeous young men stepped into the stage as their presence shifted the energy in the room.

The first one was a blonde-haired with breathtaking bone structure, forming a ridiculously handsome face. His hair shone under the spotlight like the sun amidst the clear sky. He had an amiable demeanour about him. His smile was gentle and welcoming. He waved to the crowd and stood directly behind the microphone.

The second one to walk in was a dark-skinned man with an undeniable charisma oozing out of him. He had a neatly trimmed beard that only added to his spicy appeal. His smile was radiant as he also waved the crowd. He stood on the left side of the stage, a couple of steps behind Steve who was apparently the lead singer.

The third one to walk in was Clint. He was everything Nat described him to be. Placid and nonchalant. His smile was amenable as he greeted the crowd. He walked directly to the background, where the drumset was placed. He sat down on the drummer’s chair as he picked up the sticks he was going to play with.

The last one to enter was a literal Disney prince coming to life. His prominent boyish charm completely bedazzled you. His blue eyes gleamed under the spotlight as they lingered on you for a second. He immediately shifted his gaze as he kept walking towards the right side of the stage, but you swore that when he caught you staring dumbfoundedly at him, you could see the flash of a quick smirk on his face.

He only nodded to the crowd as he confidently picked up the bass guitar that was previously placed on the floor and put on the leather straps around his neck. His eyes turned back to you as you found yourself still bluntly staring at him. Something about him just enchanted you. He had that boy-next-door charm about him but also, a bad boy persona that was irresistibly enticing.    

That flash of smirk that you saw earlier resurfaced and it was getting harder for you to pay attention to anyone or anything else in the room other than him. His gaze grew more intense as the noises of the crowd faded into the background. You were lost in this lethal game of eye contact until Natasha accidentally elbowed you by screaming her lungs out to respond to the lead singer’s introduction.

“Good evening, SHIELD’s Nest! How are we feeling tonight?” The lead singer vivified the crowd. They responded with a reassuring reaction. “I’m Steve Rogers and these are my buddies,” he turned his head to the left, as he started introducing the other band members.  “The handsome guy right there is Sam, and in the back, there’s Clint, our brilliant drummer boy and this ladies’ charmer right here is Bucky.” As he pointed to the magnetic man who had held your attention hostage since he first walked in.

“And we are The Howling Commandos.” He paused for a second before carrying on with his prelude. “Alright, so the first song that we’re going to play tonight is called ‘Rusted Love’. Enjoy.” Steve removed his mouth from behind the microphone and started cueing the band to play. “1,2…”

Sam and Bucky started strumming the first few notes as a few people cheered. Then Clint jumped in, flaunting his talent in mastering the drum with his sticks. The energy in the room felt more energized as people started moving a part of their bodies. Then Steve amazed the room with his sultry voice, singing the words that echoed through the Sound system of the bar.

“I’m a flying kite in a hurricane, you paralyzed me with your touch and your lips got me addicted…” Steve shut his eyes, relishing the rune. You had a feeling that those lyrics wouldn’t just stay lyrics tonight…

-

They played another four songs that night. The crowd danced, jumped and screamed the words to their song passionately. You, on the other hand, was probably the most tranquil person in the crowd. You didn’t really know much about the band, let alone their music. So when everyone was constantly pushing you because they were too lost in the moment, you eventually tried to get out of the crowd and sat on the bar instead. Natasha was also too lost in supporting her boyfriend, that she almost didn’t notice you leaving.

Through the vibration of the crowd and the music, you had to really lean in to get Natasha’s attention and to get her to hear you. “Nat! I’m gonna sit in the back and wait there. I’m a little thirsty.” She had a giant smile on her face due to the zest the band inflicted. “Okay!” She yelled back, then carried on with her foxy moves.

You struggled to walk through the crowd, trying to not step on anyone’s feet as you made your way to the barstool. What you didn’t notice was, Bucky’s disappointed on his face when he saw you walking out on him. He noticed that you weren’t exactly as thrilled as anyone else. Although, he noticed your stolen glances as you shied away from him when he stared back. He even tried to wink at you once but you immediately looked to the floor, hiding away your blush. He swore he saw the way your cheeks reddened. Not that he wasn’t used to getting that reaction anyway…

You exhaled a breath of relief as you finally broke out of the congested mass of people. You sat on the barstool as you ordered a glass of rum and you waited as the music still reverberated robustly in your ears. You sat there as you started looking through your Instagram. Nat’s icon was the first one to appear in the row and you clicked it to see what you were expecting. She recorded a video of the band, then zoomed in to Clint, as he was ardently drumming the beat.

She put on a heart eyes and fire emoji with the text; “that’s my man!”. The next one was her and you singing along to the second song they played that night. You were able to actually mouth the words after they played the last chorus and you were a quick learner, so you memorized the repeated words easily after the third time. You scrolled through your feed a few more minutes until your order finally arrived.

“Enjoy, miss.” The waiter winked at you. He was probably in his mid-20s, he had warm brown eyes and a sweet smile. His dark hair was slicked back as you stared a little longer than you should. He was obviously attractive, but, you didn’t say anything back to him. You just smiled back in a friendly manner and uttered silenced thanks.

After sitting by yourself for about a half and an hour, like all good things, the show must come to an end. Steve Rogers concluded the show with a final thank you and goodnight as the spotlight shut down, like the drapes closing over a theatrical show. The crowd clapped and some of them started leaving, while others immediately went to the bar to quench the thirst from screaming along to volatile rock music and jumping up and down, getting lost in the tune.

Natasha patted your back as she jumped on the empty chair next to you. Thank God, she was quick on her feet, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get a seat. “Hey! God, I need a full shot of whiskey right now.”

“Yeah, go crazy.”

She scoffed. “Huh. As if that wasn’t crazy enough, back there.” She signalled the bartender to make an order. “So, what do you think? That was fun, right?” The cute bartender from earlier walked to her as he asked her what would she like to drink and she quickly replied.

“Yeah, they’re pretty good.”

“Pretty good? They’re damn talented. Especially the drummer back there. He totally killed it.”

“Yeah, okay, they are amazing. But you know their music isn’t my kind of music, so can’t say  I really enjoyed it that much.”

“Okay, but you must’ve at least enjoyed the view, right? Don’t think I didn’t catch you and bass boy making several eye contacts back there.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You took another sip of your glass to cover your embarrassment.

“Oh my God, you totally do! Look at you blushing!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are! Admit it! You like Bucky, don’t you?” She playfully pushed you to tease you.

“Oh my God, shut up Nat! You’re causing a scene!” You tried to lower yourself, now that you’re able to speak in a normal volume.

“Nope, I won’t stop until you admit it. Don’t worry, y/n, Bucky’s always been a charmer, so I totally get your attraction.”

That caused a peculiar sickness in your chest. It’s not like you were falling in love with Bucky, no. You didn’t even know him enough to like him. He may be an eye-candy but if he’s really as “charming” as everyone is saying, then that means, he’s one of those dangerous fuckboys that you should avoid at all cost. Because that means, he’s probably only going to manipulate you into thinking that he really cares for you, when in reality, he only wanted to get in your pants. Nope, not gonna happen to you. You weren’t going to be a new notch in his belt.

“Well, then that means he is bad news and that gives me even more reason to feel anything but attraction toward him.”

“Oh, no, y/n, I don’t mean it like that. He’s really sweet, and he’s always been the most chill one in the group. Trust me, you’re gonna love him. Just, give him a chance first, alright? I’ve known him long enough to know that he’s into you.”

“Into me? Nat, he doesn’t even know my name.”

“He will.” She winked again, as she took a sip of her whiskey.

Not long after that, Clint appeared from behind, without Nat realizing. He surprised her by wrapping her waist from behind as he whispered into her ears; “how’s my best girl?” Nat was slightly stunned but as soon as she realized it was her boyfriend, her expression instantly turned into a joyful one. “Hi, baby!” They immediately smooched as she wrapped her arms around his neck while standing face to face now.

“Did you like the show?”

“I loved the show, you guys killed it as always. Oh, and by the way, this is y/n, my number one bestie and the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. Now you finally meet her in person!” Her excitement was genuine.

“Hi, y/n! Heard so many great things about you, but you probably can’t say the same, huh?”

“No, actually I can. Nat wouldn’t stop talking about you every night even when I’m blatantly ignoring her.” You joked.

“Well, is that right?” He looked at Nat to assess the truth on her face.

“Yep,” you carried on. “She would say you’re hot, funny and kind, and all these wonderful things. Including the ones that I’m not supposed to hear.”

They laughed. They kissed once more, as Clint stood next to her seat, ordering a drink for himself. Next to you, you could hear Nat saying, “oh, where are the boys? Are they not thirsty?”

“They’re just packing up, babe, they’re gonna join us in a few.”

“Good, ‘cause I think there’s someone y/n would like to meet.” She teasingly wiggled her eyebrows at you, as you sent her a murderous glare. Your lips silently mouthed, “what the fuck?” but Clint picked up her tone and he quickly got the message.

“Oooh, who is it? Is it Steve, Bucky, Sam? Just let me know which one you like and I’ll deliver them at your door tonight, y/n. They’re all single and ready to mingle anytime now.”

You laughed nervously. “No, no, no, no. Nat’s just saying shit.”

She turned her head to her boyfriend and shook it.  “No, I’m not. She and Bucky practically eye fucked on stage.”

You instantly slapped her arm, staring deadly into her eyes. “Ouch!” She put her hand on the spot that you struck, even though it wasn’t even that hard. Classic Nat. Dramatic as always.  “Nat, you can’t just–”

Before you even managed to finish your sentence, she darted her eyes to somewhere behind you as she pointed at whatever got her distracted. “Oh, here they are!” She smirked. She raised her eyebrows at you before she stood on her feet and hugged the anticipated men.

“Hey, guys! Killer show back there!” Nat started hugging Sam and he kissed her cheek, and then she moved onto Steve and the last one to join was Bucky. You muttered ‘shit’ to yourself as you pondered on how you should act. Should you act like nothing ever happened during the show between you two? Or were you going to address the elephant in the room, and just straight up flirt with him, now that he wasn’t being so closely watched anymore?

You didn’t know which would be the best option so you just took a big gulp and drank down the entire glass of Rum you had left. Maybe if you were less sober, you wouldn't excessively overthink. You weren’t even sure whether he was really staring at you or not. For all you knew, he could be staring at another beautiful girl in the crowd that was standing beside or behind you. And if you act impulsively now, this would be like that cheesy moment on Rom-Coms, where a girl waved back to the guy who she thought was waving at her but it turns out, he was actually waving at another girl who was coming from the same direction as her.

Nope, you weren’t going to be that girl.

So you just smiled and nodded along as Natasha introduced you to the rest of the boys. You didn’t want to be rude so you sat on your chair, facing them with an interested look, even though all you wanted to do was just shrink and leave this goddamn place.

“Hey guys, here’s my bomb-ass bestie slash roomie. Her name’s y/n! Isn’t she stunning?”

When Steve was about to offer his hand to you, Sam immediately inserted himself in front of you and Steve. “Well, hello, good-lookin’. Can I buy you a drink?” Sam, being the cool dude he was, he leaned back against the bar counter on his elbows as he shamelessly flirted with you.

“Nope, thank you. I just had one.”

“Oh, you look like you could use another one. Here, let me get that for you.” He cued the bartender to make an order and you instantly tried to stop him, telling him that it wasn't necessary, but it looks like the bartender was already taking his order for you.

And then, out of nowhere, Bucky suddenly stooped in like a hero. “Hey, Sam, why don’t you back off? This one’s mine, alright?” That elicited a questioning look out of you. “Mine?” He didn’t even know you.

“Oh wait, so this is the one you told us about in the dressing room?” What the hell? You thought. They were talking about you as if you weren’t there at all.

“Yep, so why don’t you fuck off and get out of here before I get myself drunk enough to shit on your bed?” His tone was menacing but you could tell that this was a normal, daily conversation between the two.

“Jeez, alright. I’mma leave. You don’t need to wave your dick all over my face.” Before Sam moved to another spot, he patted you on the back and said, “good luck.”

What? What the hell was that for? The bartender came in with your order and served another glass of Rum right in front of you.

“You don’t need to drink that if you don’t want to.” He carefully spoke to you, as if he was trying to not scare you away.

“No, I think I need to. Tonight’s been a pretty crazy night.” You took a sip, the cold drink felt nice on your tongue.

He chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Oh, how crazy can it be for you? Isn’t this like, what you do, every night?”

“Yeah, but, you never really get used to it, you know? Sometimes you just wanna sit in the bar and have a nice talk with a pretty gal and hide in the booth or something.”

That… Warmed up your heart. Damn, if this is his way of flirting, it was truly working. You could see now why everyone was calling him ‘a charmer.’ He really had a way with words. And stares. His baby blues really know how to captivate you and froze you on spot.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He offered his hand to shake yours.

“I’m y/n.” You shook it with a smile.

“Did you like the show?” He asked.

“Gotta be honest with you, buddy, your music isn’t exactly my kind of music. But you guys were awesome.”

He paused for a moment as if he was contemplating what he was going to say next. “Think I got a little distracted up there.”

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Cause there was this pretty lady in a red dress that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.” His gaze even grew more intense now. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room. Then his eyes darted to your lips, as he licked his. And before you knew it, he started inching his face closer to yours as he held his gaze on your plump, painted lips, while you could feel his breath more and more as the seconds went by.

And then… His lips were on yours. It’s like the clock just stopped ticking and every noise faded into the background and you were the only two people in the room. His lips felt soft against yours, and the way he licked your bottom lip made your head spin. You ajarred your mouth to let his tongue enter as it got tangled with yours.

You were aware that Nat, Clint and Steve who were having a conversation are now watching you like hawks, but you couldn’t care less. Not when Bucky’s hands grabbed your face, so he could have more control over your mouth. You were practically out of breath by the time he looked into your eyes, that are now slightly darker than a few seconds ago. He loved the sight of you, with your lips slightly swollen.

“Let’s go somewhere more secluded.” You could only nod and then took his hand after he offered you his as you got off the stool. He led the way and you couldn’t help but notice the glances that were thrown by several women along the way. They were staring at him with incontrovertible full of hunger eyes, one even shamelessly put her hand on his shoulder, as she coquettishly smiled at him. Bucky only smiled back and nodded at her but he kept walking with you in his hand.

Even if you were practically a pair, you felt invisible. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but not precisely on you. This must’ve been something normal to him, you thought. You weren’t used to big crowds and inundated with attention, and you weren’t used with unquestionably holding a stranger’s hand and letting him take you wherever he had in mind. But you did anyway, and you weren’t having second thoughts.

Bucky led you to the cramped lavatory and locked the door. The lack of space made it even harder for you to breathe when Bucky was this close to you. He pressed his body to yours, as he kissed you once more. Slowly, but you felt the spell in your bones. “All I could think about on stage was tasting those luscious lips.”

You were spellbound by his magic. You could barely speak another word when his baby blue eyes were looking at you so intensely like that. But you gathered every cell in your body to utter the words anyway, “do it again, then.” You boldly challenged him.

He grinned a Cheshire cat smile. He grabbed your face again and eagerly consume you with his mouth. He then moved his hands to the back of your thighs to elevate you onto the sink. He put his hand on your thigh and the other hand went to the back of your head as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, while still kissing you even deeper.

He pulled away to stare at your distraught state and asked the question, “can I touch you?”

You licked your lips, as you nodded. “Please.” His mouth was on yours again, as the hand that was on your thigh moved to the bottom your dress, delicately inserted his fingers to feel you against your red lace panties. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter as he motions his fingers in circle harder.

Your breath quickened. Your mind was getting hazy as the second passes by. The right strep of your dress had fallen off of your shoulder, and Bucky utilized that opportunity to pull down the other strap and he began groping your breast, tenderly pinching your nipple. That elicited a petite yelp out of you. He groped your breast once more as he was still toying with your nipple.

He began kissing your neck, shortly finding your sensitive spot as you threw your head back. You shuddered. Your hands grabbed his hair, wanting to feel him closer. “Bu- Bucky… Please. I need to feel you.”

You didn’t wait for his response and immediately lifted up his shirt. You were stunned by the sight under the dimmed light of the bathroom. Clothes really didn’t do this man any justice. He should never be allowed to wear any coverups, ever again now that you had seen him. He was sculpted by the Gods themselves. His biceps felt robust in your dainty hands and the V-shaped line on his hips led to somewhere you really wanted to wrap your lips around.

Your hands quickly zipped down his jeans and his boxer along with it, and you didn’t hesitate in feeling his throbbing member right there, right then. It felt tremendous in your trembling hands, and you felt it getting harder with every stoke of your palm.

“Oh, fuck, doll, don’t stop.” His voice was raspy in your ears. It was the sexiest goddamn sound you had ever heard.

“Yeah, just like that. Go faster, doll.” He sucked your earlobe and his hand fisted your hair, making a mess out of it. You didn’t mind one bit. You wanted to be a mess for him and only for him. You somehow still managed to pamper him with all the senses you had left, even if your mind was clouded with every part of him.

“Bucky, put it in me. Please.” You begged with a quavering voice.

“Your wish is my command, doll.” In a second, he pushed into you and it sent an electrifying jolt all over your nerves. You threw your head back in mingled pain and pleasure. He felt even more full now that he was fully seated inside you. He lifted you from the sink and pushed you to the wall on the opposite.

You circled your arms around his neck as your back was slammed against the concrete. Then Bucky began thrusting vigorously. You shut your eyes and moaned his name. Bucky, on the other hand, didn’t. He kept his eyes wide open to watch you with full attention. He loved seeing the way you were drunk in him. The way you forgot your name more and more every time he slammed back into you.

He loved the squelching noises ringing in his ears, better than the melody he was used to creating in the studio. The sound of your heartbeat was far more gratifying than the way Clint played his drum. Oh, how he could write an entire album solely about you in this state alone.

“You feel so good around me, doll. So. Fucking. Tight.” Your moans became louder with his filthy words in your ears.

“I’m gonna make you mine.” This time, his voice was sultry. It was rather beguiling than mortifying.

His hips kept moving and out of you with a vehement tempo, and then just like that, you crumbled. You screamed your pleasure, not caring if anyone could hear you. Bucky was still moving, trying to reach his own climax. Shortly, he was with you. He unleashed his cum deep inside you, adding the mess that was dripping all over your thighs.

You were a beautiful mess. And Bucky loved it.

After a few minutes, coming down from your high, you breathed into Bucky’s neck, not wanting for it to be over yet. You were a little scared that Bucky was going to walk out and pretend nothing ever happened between you. You didn’t know how many bathroom stalls Bucky had brought different women to and fucked them silly right there. You had a lot do unravel about him, yet, you weren’t certain whether he wanted to let you in or not.

“You okay?” Bucky whispered into your ear. You only nodded, still a little hazy from ecstasy.

“I’m gonna put you down now, yeah?”

“Okay.” He slowly set you on your feet, as he was still staring at your face. You leaned against the wall, trying not to collapse. Bucky picked up his shirt and put it back on along with his jeans and boxer.

“Let’s get out of here.” Bucky offered you his hand, like the gentleman that he was as if he hadn't just fucked you into oblivion in a public restroom.

You took his hand with a smile. You didn’t know what was going to happen after you walk out of the door, but you were going to savour every second of being in his arm if this was going to be last time you’ll ever see him.

-

You went home with a contented smile on your face. You were like a teenage girl who had just been asked to prom by her crush. How could you not, when Bucky offered to walk you home and left a kiss on your cheek before he called it a night?

Natasha was going to stay at Clint’s hotel, so you were supposed to walk home alone. You knew eventually this was going to happen but Natasha and Clint used it as a reason so Bucky and you would spend the night together too. You didn’t mind one bit, though. You wanted to elongate your time with Bucky and your wish was granted.

You offered him to come inside and stay for a little while, you were secretly hoping that you could go for the second round, but Bucky only chuckled and shook his head.

“Not tonight, doll. I ain’t that kinda man. And you need rest. But I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” Then you and Bucky exchanged your numbers and he waited until you were really gone from his sight.

You walked up to your dorm with butterflies in your stomach and sparks fly all trailing over your footsteps. Thank God, Natasha wasn’t here. If she were, she would’ve relentlessly teased you all night and made you admit that she was right to coerce you to come.

And you would’ve had to admit that she was right. And you didn’t like admitting that you were wrong.

But tonight, you were going to admit it to yourself though. Sometimes, doing something that frightens you the most would endue you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine.

And you were going to thank your lucky stars tonight for embedding Natasha Romanoff in your life because, without her, you would’ve stayed in your shell and Bucky could’ve fucked someone else in that restroom instead of you.

That might’ve happened in another universe, but not tonight. Tonight it was you and you were really hoping that you were going to see him again in your dreams tonight. You had one taste of him and it wasn’t enough.

Bucky texted you not long after you took a shower.

“Dreaming of me, yet?” Wink emoji.

“Well, if I were, I wouldn’t be texting you right now, would I?”

“That’s true, but at least you’d be drenching your sheets because of me and I don’t think I have a problem with that.”

“I don’t need you to do that, maybe I can use some toys in my drawers tonight. They seem pretty bored.” Thinking emoji.

“Oh, doll, you are killing me here…” Drool emoji.

“You like it.”

“I do.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, doll. Thinking of you here.”

You turned off your phone and the screen went black. You changed into your pyjamas and washed off the remnants of your makeup and let the slumber take over you.

Bucky’s face loomed over you, somewhere in a fancy balcony, the view of the city stretching over, added to the beauty of the scenery. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. The first couple of buttons were unbuttoned, giving you a majestic picture that he was. His hands that were in his pockets, took yours as you exerted yours to him.

He leaned in with a bright smile under his stubbly face, his blue eyes sparkled like Sirius star.

“Fly with me, doll.”

“What if I fall?”

“Then I’ll catch you.”

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One Night - Outcome 3 (Bourne Legacy)

A/N: I am falling into a hole that I may need to crawl out of at some point but I don’t really want to right now so I am going to keep writing for Outcome 3 until I am satisfied. This is a prequel to my other story Just a Dream. :)

Pairing: Outcome 3 x F! Reader

Warning: Getting hit on at a bar but taking care of it. Talk of sexy times, and kisses but mostly romantic.

My Masterlist

You hated clubbing. The entire atmosphere of smoke and music, blinding lights, and the heat from all the bodies packed tighter than a tin of sardines. But it was Missy’s birthday and she wanted to go clubbing. So instead of a comfy sweater on the couch with popcorn and Netflix; you dressed in a skimpy dress in a sea of strangers. Watching your friends get drunker and flirt with several eclectic men and women. You were sporting a buzz nowhere near the rest but enough to let loose and move your hips to the music.

The back of your neck burns like someone is watching, but every time you turn to look, no one was there. The club was dark, and the bass thumped as the bodies swirled together in time with the music. Everyone gyrating and touching so close to one another, the heat in the air stifling, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your skin.

As the music shifts, you shout to your friends and point to the bar, and they nod, waving as you move over to the lit-up bar along the far wall. It was one of the most popular clubs in town, and the bar was busy, so you wait for a bartender to notice you. A younger man in his early twenties with a towel swung over one shoulder approaches.

“Can I get a gin and tonic?” you shout across to the bartender, and he smiles and nods. Sitting in the chair, you catch your breath and take a moment to look around. All too soon, your view is obstructed by a man in a white crew neck and jeans, the word tool instantly coming to mind. He looks at you like a piece of meat, and his voice is sickly sweet.

“Hey, baby, can I buy you a drink?” The bartender comes by and puts your drink down before you, and you hand him your card.

“No, thank you, as you can see,” you gesture toward your drink before taking a sip, “I already have one.” He smiles and persists further.

“Well then, how about a name? Mine’s Brent, your gonna want to remember that when I make you scream it later tonight.” Wow, this one is bold, you think to yourself and turn in the chair to face him.

“Oh, really now?” He nods enthusiastically, and you take another sip looking at him over the rim of your glass, “You do realize lines like that do not work, right?”

He scoffs and takes a long drink, “If it’s not working, then why are you still sitting here sweet-cheeks?”

“She’s waiting for me,” a deep voice drawls behind you, and you both turn to see a man looking between you and Brent. “I’m sorry I’m late baby,” he puts an arm around your shoulder, and you look at him through narrowed eyes.

You shrug his arm off and look between the two of them. “Do I have a damsel in distress written on my forehead somewhere?” Brent looks taken aback, but the other man smiles slowly. “Listen, I’m not going to sleep with you tonight, or ever. And you, I don’t need you to come and pretend to be my boyfriend to get me out of a shit situation that I shouldn’t even be in, in the first place. But thanks.” You turn back towards the bartender who places a refill in front of you and winks.

Brent shuffles off with a huff, but when you turn, the stranger is still standing there smiling. He sits down on the recently vacated stool and orders a whiskey on the rocks. You turn to him and watch as he takes a long drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His hair is black and filled with curls, some of them falling over his forehead gently. You lick your lips at the way he fills out the navy t-shirt and leather jacket, his broad shoulders filling it wonderfully. He looks over at you, and his eyes are amber like the liquid in the glass he brings to his lips.

“I didn’t mean to treat you like a damsel in distress. You seem more than capable of handling it yourself. Maybe it was just me looking for an excuse to come talk to you.” You let out a little smile and shake your head.

“There is little thing called hello and a handshake that is also perfectly acceptable here on the planet Earth.” He smiles and holds out a hand; you put your hand in his and shiver at the tingles trailing up your arm. “What’s your name?” he whispers, and you tell him your name, but when you ask for his, he surprises you. “Three.”

“Three? Like the number?” He nods, “Is that like a nickname or something like that?”

He smiles in his glass, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Cryptic,” you mutter, and he lets out a booming laugh.

“What do you want to know?” He catches your eyes, and you can’t look away. His eyes draw you in like a drug, and you need your next fix.

The words come out breathier than you intend, and you feel your neck warm instantly as you let out “Everything.”

The two of you lose track of time as you play twenty questions over a couple more drinks in between glasses of water. He somehow answers all your questions, but you learn almost nothing about him. Always skirting around anything too deep and keeping the questions playful like your favorite color or favorite holiday. He is straightforward to talk to, and as the night progresses, you move closer to him, hanging on his every word and watching his lips form the words. The way they move and how much you want him to use those lips for something else.

The song changes to something slower, and the dance-floor clears out a little as people go to refresh their drinks, swarming to the bar. “Do you want to dance?” He asks, and you hesitant for a second before nodding. His hand envelopes your own, warm and calloused as he drags you toward an open space under the flashing lights.

While others might pull your back flush and grind on you, he keeps you facing him, his arms coming to your wrist and bringing your hands up around his neck. Hands trailing down your arms and to your waist as you sway together. The rest of the room disappears as he pulls you close and presses your foreheads together, his eyes baring into your own.

His hands are pressed into your hips, and he controls every movement of your body. You let out a small gasp and close your eyes as his lips gently brush yours. The room disappears until all that was left in him. Three. Nothing more than a number burned into your brain. An enigma like the man before you.

His arms came up to wrap around you as he tilts you back and swings you, and pulling you back up to him. You head like a rag doll hanging from side to side until he cups your cheek and envelops your lips with his. He consumes every single one of your senses. His cologne of sandalwood fils your nose. The whiskey and hint of peppermint on his tongue swirling in your mouth as he licks inside your mouth. Your hands entangle in the curls so soft to the touch they are like velvet running through your fingers.

“I want to make love to you,” he murmurs against your lips and pulls away, breathing heavy and holding you so close like a butterfly about to float away. “One night, that’s all I can give you.”

Your voice is quiet in the loudness of the club, but he hears you when you whisper, “what if I don’t want you to leave? What if one night isn’t enough?”

He sighs and begins pulling you toward your group of friends so you can say goodbye and collect your coat. Your friends eye the handsome stranger with mild interest as they tease you about getting laid, much to your horror. Three reaches a hand for you, and you intertwine your fingers as he pulls you onto his arm and walks out into the cold. Shivering slightly, he throws an arm around you and calls for a cab.

You give the driver your address and take the time to watch the city lights shine past. Three still has your hand tightly held in his own. You reach down with your other and give his thigh a squeeze. His head lays back in the seat and turns to you, smiling before he reaches forward and kisses you softly.

The driver coughs as you get more heated, and you tear yourself away giggling. Three pays, and both of you make your way to your apartment and up the stairs. Hands everywhere and lips following behind. When you enter the apartment, he pushes you back against the wall and kicks the door shut. Turning the passion back up to a hundred and sucking the air from your lungs.

When he breaks for air and places his forehead on your own, you take a moment to think about what you’re doing. “I can’t,” he breathes, “I can’t offer you more than tonight. My job’s not something you want to be involved in. If you want me to leave, tell me now because I don’t know if I can stop.”

You think for a moment before you pull him closer and seal your lips with his and pull away, whispering, “Please don’t leave me.”

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Chromeskull falling for the reader whose a Burlesque Dancer who wears a revealing Bride of Frankenstein costume that shows off childhood scars that have tattoos to look like stitches over them.

Chromeskull x Reader- Freakish Proposition

Authors Note: Writing again for my 6′7 tall husband....and also trying to get back into the writing game more.

Warning: None

Words: 2.1k

Jesse Cromeans was an extrovert by any means and the nature of his business got him into all type of places, especially exclusive clubs varying from classy snobby ones to stripper nightclubs to the more unusual ones, so no wonder that Halloween was to be spent into a night of fine alcohol and possibly some piggy hunting into these nightclubs.

Halloween meant that he could be more of Chromeskull and less Jesse Cromeans, wearing the chromed skull mask was giving him a boost of power and confidence, not like he really needed it, but for Jesse there was never enough, call him a greedy bastard, but that's how you get successful and respected into the world of the rich and nasty.

Humans were like animals in Jesse's opinion, even him, but here depends on what animal you are according to the food chain, and Jesse was definitely an apex predator and what does a predator do? Stalk piggies and tear them apart, limb by limb.

Nightclubs were the perfect environment for piggies, especially the exclusive ones because all piggies had to do to get a free ticket inside was flash some skin, push their chest out, and bat their eyelashes, looking for a fat walking wallet full of money to support their needs. They didn't care who it was as long as they were buying the piggy the last Gucci purse and gifted them a Porsche for their birthday.

It was the cruel reality of what relationships were like nowadays; there was no such thing as love, it was all business under the facade of sweet-talking and arms holding. Jesse didn't mind cruelty, it was one of his top characteristics, one that gained him his status in society; no wonder men wanted to be in his Oxford shoes and women to choke on his cock in an attempt to get a fancy dinner and a bottle of Moet.

He loved the dim-lit nightclubs, he was accustomed to the eerie vibe it gave, after all, the most interesting part of his life happened at night, and the fact that everyone's attention was pulled on the highlighted stage gave him the opportunity to observe more; more piggies to kill and from the audience sitting at the tables, close to the old geezers, he had plenty to choose from.

The show was about to start in 15 minutes, so he took his time, a waitress coming to deliver a bottle of Lagavulin, a whiskey glass, and a small bucket of ice. She poured Jesse the expensive liquor into the crystal glass, adding two cubs of ice, and he was more than amused when she tried to flash him a view of her cleavage; desperate piggy.

He could see from behind the mask how the other piggies observed; they were predators too in a way, but cheaper ones, their eyes always scanning what the men ordered because that showed how much money they had. 

You don't just simply go to a man who orders one glass of cheap vodka over one who had a whole bottle of a 16-year-old fine whiskey.

Tattooed hands pulled the chromed mask off, and from the corner of his eyes, he could read the disgust on the piggies across the room as they took in his scarred face. He got used to such reactions, but flash a stack of money in their faces and the botoxed bimbos will be on their knees, worshipping his cock.

Jesse wondered how their lips would look cut off and showed up their loose cunts, while their eyes would be filled with tears, blood pouring out of each cut on their caked up skin, each cut deeper than the last.

He was pulled out of his sadistic daydream by a voice announcing that the show will start in 10 seconds and a chorus of applause followed as the red curtain drapes moved to each side, the slow jazz music started as did the girls on the stage started their dancing.

One girl, in particular, pulled on Jesse's attention, unlike the other females, her attire and make-up were different, declaring that she was the lead one, and his assumptions were approved as she started to sing, or better said, you started to sing, the slow beat of the music picking up speed as did the sensual moves.

Unlike the other dancers who wore white, your attire was as black as night, with lace details, a tight corset that made the bald man feel jealous. Most would say that your outfit was skimpy, but that's how the burlesque dancers were supposed to be dressed; sexy, sensual, and very appealing to the eye, and God how much you caught Mr. Cromeans brown eye.

Not only were you a vixen in black lace, but also very adorable, your smile and sparkling eyes showing that you were genuine having the time of your life. Jesse is a very observant man and couldn't ignore the tattoo sleeves down your arms; red and black roses are adorned by delicate barbed wire representing stitches.

If Jesse knew something very well, it was the ink on the skin and could identify scars under the intricate designs, and sure as hell, you were hiding quite a lot for such a delicate, little thing; well, everything was little compared to his intimidating height. It was very unusual to see scars nowadays on women; maybe you had a toxic and abusive relationship, maybe a destructive childhood? 

He was getting curious and not even the depraved looks from the piggies around him got his attention, and that said something because he wasn't on to pass up the opportunity to slaughter some beef. He was more interested in the little ghoul on the stage; you finished your performance and bowed with a grin, waving around, the audience clapping and some wolf-whistling, the scarlet curtain falling down and hiding the stage.

Taking one sip of his whiskey, he saw you march up to the bar in a happy skip like you didn't have a care in the whole world. He snapped his fingers and motioned for the waitress to come to him which she happily did.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" she asked, batting her eyelashes, not at all impressing Jesse.

'Her. Tell her to come over here.' he typed on the phone then showed the waitress, who dropped her sugar-sweet attitude and rolled her eyes.

Note: Hang the waitress by her guts later.

You were ready to get a drink for yourself too after the performance, but someone tapped you on the shoulder. Turning around you saw it was Tina, who had a scowl on her face.

"That bald guy over there wants to talk with you." she told you, then just like that left. You furrowed your eyebrows and finally, your gaze landed on the said man, who motioned for you with a curled finger to come to him.

Curiosity took over you and you moved over to him.

"Yes? May I help you?" you asked and you noticed that he was typing on the phone, then an electronic voice startled you.

'Sit down. I could use some company.'

Well, that certainly took you by surprise; one that he wanted your company when he could get any waitress or glamorous trophy girl from this nightclub, and two...He was mute....That or either he was some weirdo who hated to talk.

You did as he wanted, taking a seat across from him, looking down at your hands, not knowing exactly what to discuss with him, not to mention he didn't even tell you his name, so you decided to start with that, introducing yourself.

'Jesse Cromeans, a pleasure to meet you, little ghoul.' you really needed to get used to that spooky electronic voice from his phone.

"Actually, I was supposed to be Frankensteins Bride, but it turned out to be more of a ghoul." you said with a nervous chuckle, which he returned with a smirk, one that seemed to suit him, despite the scars he had, he was...unique; not necessarily handsome or drop-dead beautiful, but he had that specific charisma that drew people in like an aphrodisiac.

'And where is your Frankenstein?' You had to stifle a laugh at his humorous question, so might as feel continue to entertain him.

"Probably in a coffin." you answered, making Jesse's smirk devilish so like you said something very appealing and familiar.

"Seriously, no. No undead husband or boyfriend." you said, licking your dry lips. You really needed a drink and like Jesse could read body language he called upon the waitress again, and you ordered your favorite.

'White Russian? I pictured you more of a Bloody Mary.'

Again, you smiled and laughed.

"Not a fan of tomato juice. If I had to choose a red drink, maybe cherry or strawberry." you responded.

Although your answers seemed all casual and not even flirty, to Jesse they triggered the killer side, because when you're a very sleek serial killer like Chromeskull, you got a dark sense of humor.

'Performing again next weekend?'

"No. This was just a one-time thing, I'm not exactly a showgirl and if I'm gonna be honest the only reason I was so relaxed was because of the make-up that made me look like a monster girl." you answered, taking a sip of your drink.

'If not a showgirl, then what?'

Jesse was simply curious; if she wasn't a performer here then with what was she filling her time, what did she worked as?

"I am studying medicine, but it's not exactly the path I've wanted." you said with a sigh, your cheerful mood dropping.

'Interesting. The medicine you say? And why did you choose it if you don't like it?'

"No, no! I like...well, liked it, but let's say it's not cheap to stay for so many years in college and I don't wanna burden my parents with the taxes that are way out of their limit."

A good-hearted piggy? That was something new.

'How did you managed to get so far if you say the taxes are way over your budget?'

He was pretty much dissecting her, he wanted to know more; and it wouldn't really surprise him if she said that she did unorthodox things for money, most girls in college do.

"Well, when I finished high-school I went to military school and went for two years in Afganistan, but you know...not the perfect environment for a small girl like me so I came back to try something else. I chose medicine, I was really curious about it, and with the money from the military years, I managed to pay my taxes until now.

Military? That would explain the scars, you don't need to be a detective to put the pieces together.

'Now?'

"Now? I work three jobs; at a library, as a waitress for a kids' restaurant, and recently here, but I think I'm gonna pass....Skimpy clothes aren't my cup of tea." you said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, putting one between red-painted lips, only to be snatched away by Jesse.

You looked at him with a dumbfounded look.

'Talk. Smoking later.'

You sighed, not in the mood to make a scene over a cigarette, plus he seemed like the type who will have his way no matter what.

"What else do you want to know?"

'Amuse me.'

You snorted at that.

"What do you want me to juggle with knives?" you asked in a sassy tone.

Oh, piggy....That would definitely be entertaining.

'I have a proposition for you. If it's really your dream to be a surgeon and dissect people, I can help you get through with taxes.'

"I'm not a prostitute, jerk." you quickly said, probably it was a bit rude, and in other circumstances, Jesse would have bend over the said person and decapitate said piggy, but he was more amused and gave you a silent laugh.

'As much as tempting that sounds, no. I can help you pay the taxes; I can offer you a decent job that won't involve parading for old geezers...but if you want to spice things up I won't deny it.'

Was he really hitting on you?

"I didn't picture you for a philantroph." you responded, earning an arrogant smirk from Jesse, who lightened up the cigarette that he snatched from you, blowing a cloud of smoke in your direction.

'I can be many things, sugar....What do you say?'

Debating a little and looking down at your remaining drink in hand, you chose.

"I'm listening."

'Sweet. I knew you would see things my way.'

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Loona Olivia Hye/Hyejoo x Male Reader

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You took a deep breath as you tried to focus on what giant stack of paperwork to tackle first. Papers piled higher than your head, and the more you worked on them it seemed the taller they got. One of the perks of working at one of the best firms in the country came with high wages and benefits, but also came with a lot of necessary overtime.

You had just hit your third-year milestone at the firm, earning a promotion that gave more money, more respect, and for the first time, you had your own team of interns.

The extra help came at the best possible time. Your team was given a monumental task that needed a month to work on but the bosses only allowed a week of deadline.

You were gracious for each intern, even when they messed up the simplest task you rarely scolded them, you had been in their shoes before and knew the stress and nerves that came with such a thankless position.

Each intern had their strengths, and their weaknesses slowly dissipated every month as they were being shaped with potential full-time contracts to their name.

One intern on your team stood out among the rest, Son Hyejoo. She was a hard worker, even if you found her napping on the couch more times than you would like. One of the youngest of the interns, if you had to admit you found her the prettiest. She had a much more mature aura for someone of her youth but maintained a level of playfulness that betrayed her actual age. Joining the company straight out of college as most did, she was happy just to receive a paycheck and stay out of having to deal with the public, working great in a team setting.

The entire intern team passed their six-month evals with flying colors, each receiving raises and increasing morale all though the higher-ups were intent on increasing stress with every strict deadline that came to pass. Hyejoo quickly became your favorite intern, not just because she was easy on the eyes. She didn't complain much if ever, finishing her work right away if only just to allow herself time to rest.

It was just a bit after 4 PM as you headed back to your office, a trip to the vending machines considered a failure as they were now completely out of your favorite afternoon treat. Granola bars didn't hit the same way.

You opened the door of your office to the pleasant sight of a silhouette of a woman already inside, dressed in a mostly black outfit that showed her curves off well, giving a great view of her wide hips and creamy thighs, and an unforgettable ass that was bending over and depositing another stack of unnecessary paperwork that wasn't going to get started on until next week. The perfect body was unmistakable as the young intern Hyejoo.

"Ah, there you are," she said as she spun around on her heels.

"More bad news from higher-ups?" you asked.

"Afraid so, " she responded.

"Haven't seen you all day. Being kept busy?"

"Always. Been everyone's delivery girl for the past hour."

"Good to see you doing work for once," you teased.

"Hey-" she pouted.

"You do good work around here, Hyejoo. I stepped out for a snack, but they were out of the good stuff."

"Good thing you found me here then," she smiled.

"You can be pretty delicious, Miss Hyejoo."

You kept the door open as you took a seat at your desk, the temptation of an empty office with your intern was too much.

Nobody knew about the rather innocent relationship you had with Hyejoo, granted you didn't reveal much of it at work outside of a few occasions of flirting that were usually kept to one on one occurrences. Your officemates knew of course, but there was an unwritten rule between your team that swore to secrecy, given they probably had their own hidden romances to deal with.

Management wouldn't like it if they found out, but they didn't have to know which is why you had most of your romp sessions at home except the few occasions where Hyejoo wanted to test your boundaries under your desk during important business calls.

"Are we staying late?" Hyejoo asked, pouting, and batting her eyes in an attempt to draw out a response she liked.

"Nah, those assholes leave at five, why should we stay and work extra?"

"Good, I'm ready to leave already."

"One more hour left Hye, you can do it."

Hyejoo frowned. "I'd rather be doing something else," she said, pretending to fix your tie, making her intentions obviously known.

"We can't do it here, especially not when everyone is still around."

"Come on, just once. This desk looks better with me bent over it, you know it does" she smirked, her words and her deadly gaze almost convinced you. You couldn't risk it though.

Hyejoo sighed loudly. "Everyone is leaving for the day anyways. Afraid of getting caught?"

"Hardly," you laughed. "Just don't want the entire floor hearing you scream."

"That goes double for you," she shot back, never one to back down from a challenge.

The hour went by slowly as molasses, trying to find anything to preoccupy your mind off what you wanted to do to your intern who had offered to finish and help out before quitting time finally hit. Every second that went by you felt the urge to lock the door and strip her, give her what she deserved but you kept your pants in check, even as the sexual tension in the room was thick enough to be cut by a knife.

You checked your watch, 5:30 PM. Time to get the hell out of there. "Meet me in the car, don't walk so close to me though. Stay a few steps behind."

"I'm not a puppy you know," she said.

"Are you sure?" you teased. Hyejoo scoffed.

You headed out the building, as expected most people had left and you said your goodbyes to them, some of them were interns you hadn't seen in a while. Hyejoo kept her distance.

Moments after your car door shut the passenger side opened up. Hyejoo got in and tossed her bag in the back.

"Almost everyone knows we're fucking already, we don't have to keep hiding."

"We're not hiding, I just don't want to get a talking-to from our bosses about the dangers of workplace relationships, blah blah. They're already on my ass about a hundred different things.

"Fine, I understand."

"Thank you. It's complicated when your relationship is with somebody underneath you."

"But I like being underneath you though," she giggled. You smiled and floored it the rest of the way to your apartment, forgetting the existence of speed limits and everything else just to get there as soon as possible.

Neither of you talked as you exited the car, grabbing bags and hurriedly making way inside. The door slammed and you locked it tight, both of you kicking shoes into a pile and not a second wasted as you pressed Hyejoo's tight body against the front door, diving into her delicious soft lips and cursing the fact that she still had layers of work clothes on.

"Aggressive aren't we?" Hyejoo said with a teasing smile.

"You started this," you responded as you ran your hands through her clothed body and wanted to rip everything she had off right there.

"I'm innocent," Hyejoo claimed as you felt her warm lips returning a sinful kiss, her mouth sweet and you wanted to devour all of her.

"There's not a single thing innocent about you."

Hyejoo let an obvious fake gasp. "Only because you corrupted me."

"Did not. If anything you were gone already. If I remember correctly you wanted to suck my dick under the desk."

"Only because you looked so fucking hot in that suit. It was your fault."

"That doesn't give you an excuse to seduce your boss, Miss Hyejoo," you smirked and pushed your weight off her, grabbing her wrist and yanking her into the bedroom.

When the lights hit Hyejoo took charge this time as she maneuvered your bodies towards the bed, undoing your tie in the process and tossed it into the air. Her gaze now a mixture of lust and something you weren't quite sure of but were excited nonetheless as she continued to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and stripping it off your torso as she pushed you against the edge of the bed, making you take a seat.

"Gonna give me a show?" you playfully asked, the entirety of your attention focused on Hyejoo's body.

"Hmph, you wish. Gonna make you wait for not fucking me back at the office."

Hyejoo averted her attention as she turned around with her back to you and slipped her jacket off her shoulders, sliding each arm out of it and tossing it aside. She spun around confidently and began to unbutton her white collared shirt starting at the top of her collar, making sure there was enough distance between when you felt the temptation to touch.

She bit her lip and continued, taking as much time as she needed to draw out your desire even more and more. The more buttons Hyejoo unfastened the more of her bare pale skin became visible to you, untucking her shirt out of her shorts and letting it fall behind her to give you a glance of her sexy toned stomach. Her large full breasts were kept just out of reach, threatening to spill out of her black lace bra and wanting to escape.  

Your eyes focused on what parts of Hyejoo were becoming bare, she let you feast your eyes on her for just a moment before turning her backside to you again as her hands slipped inside the waistband of her shorts. Her hips swayed side to side as she began peeling her shorts off her body just enough to let you see that she had a matching black thong underneath.

"Fuck Hyejoo, you're killing me."

"I know."

She laughed and bent her torso down and began to remove her shorts down her slender creamy legs, giving you a full view of that plump ass and the skimpy thong that barely did its job to cover anything up.

Hyejoo shook her tight ass and turned her gaze to you again, removing her work shirt in a flash and leaving her only in the sexiest black lingerie, spreading her legs as she squatted to the ground and came back up. Her hips moved with a mind of their own as she ran her hands through strands of dark hair and lifted it up, letting her hair fall back down as her body danced to a beat only she could hear.

She smirked as her performance winded down and she pulled you off the bed and into her arms, your faces touching and just staring into each other's eyes while daring for each other to make the next move.

If Hyejoo had plans you interrupted them as you let out a sly grin, and without another word you hoisted her up in the air and held her up by her thighs as you planted her against the nearest wall. She gasped and immediately wrapped her legs around your waist.

"Are you going to fuck me against the wall? So we can cross that one off the list?"

"Not a chance," you simply said. Giving in to her that quick would be too easy.

You smiled sinfully as you captured Hyejoo's soft plump lips again in between your own, soft kisses quickly turned into open messy kisses, trying to match Hyejoo's intensity and offering more of your own.

As your lips and tongues wandered each other's mouths you bit down hard on her bottom lip, offering to take control from her and she was happy to relinquish it. You broke the liplock and kept your gaze glued on her as you decided what your plan of action was next.

You let her back down gently, her legs loosening their grip and the moment her bare feet hit the floor you struck like a tiger finding its prey as you buried your lips into her soft sensitive neck and sucked deeply.

She moaned softly and gave into you as you kissed, licked, and suckled at the pale sensitive skin that was yours for the taking, stopping just short of leaving a mark on her pristine pale skin, smiling as Hyejoo whined at the abrupt loss of contact. Any visible marks left on her body wouldn't fade until after the weekend, and as much as you enjoyed the idea of letting everyone know who she belonged to it wasn't the best idea.

Your next move came right away as you grabbed Hyejoo's hips and spun her tight body around and pinned her against the cream-colored wall, her palms flat against its surface as she anticipated each subsequent action.

You ran a hand up and down her tight toned abs, feeling her warm stomach as your teeth grazed the skin of her neck, hearing Hyejoo whimpering with intense need and desire. She was putty in your hands already.  

"Fuck me," she demanded as you sunk your teeth in deeper.

"I make the rules around here."

She ignored you as her body tensed up. "Fuck. Me." Her words repeated, more desire and lust in them as you pulled the back strap of her bra, harshly unclasping it. Another gasp escaped her lips.

"You're mine," you growled, reaching towards the front of her torso and cupping her large breasts through her lace bra.

"These are mine too."

"They're all yours," she submitted. "I'm all yours."

You grinned to yourself as you stripped Hyejoo's bra off her chest and grabbed two perfect handfuls of her delicious tits, squeezing them firmly as you felt the softness of her mounds and her nipples hardening against your palms. She whined cutely.

"Now that I have you, what should I do to you?"

"Whatever you want. Ruin me."

Your two favorite words. With Hyejoo's back still to you, you pulled her skimpy lace thong to the side, her pink pussy lips unsurprisingly already glazed with slick.

"Wet already?" you whispered and she whimpered as you ran a finger through her damp folds.

"Y-yes. Touch me. Please."

You weren't one to give in so quickly but something about having Hyejoo at your mercy was almost painfully arousing.

Without any hesitation you gave a quick spank to her ass and brought two fingers deep inside her pussy, filling her to the hilt and thrusting them inside Hyejoo at a reckless pace. She clenched around your digits and it didn't take long until they were drenched with her essence, shrieking as you curled them inside her.

She moaned carelessly as you kept your fingers jammed deep inside her wet cunt, debating on adding a third but holding off as you felt that was too much at this point, your fingers became wetter and wetter with every insertion as you stretched her out little by little. You kept an arm wrapped around her waist, helping her keep upright as her body was quickly morphing into a ball of jelly.

"Is this what you wanted? Turn you into a cute little mess?"

Hyejoo only responded with more moans and whines as you gave her what she wanted, your fingers absolutely soaked as they moved in and out of Hyejoo as fast as they could, the wet squelch leaving behind even more gasps and cries of satisfaction.

It took little time at all before she was gushing all over your fingers as she climaxed without warning, shaking and chasing a second orgasm that you didn't allow her to have as you withdrew your fingers. Hyejoo felt delirious at the feeling of being empty and denied as she faced you with a look of desperation on her pretty eyes.

"Don't be greedy."

She pouted and when you leaned in for one more kiss she avoided it and dropped to her knees, returning the favor in more ways than one, not one to let you have the upper hand for too long.

Hyejoo caressed your thighs through your slacks, sending blood flow to the necessary parts of your body as her devilish lips curled. Her small hands unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants and tugged them down to the ground, your bulge directly eye level with her and she looked up at approval to continue.

She took a second to tease your constricted cock, blowing on your shaft to make you feel the hot breath on it before pulling it out of your boxers, admiring the hardness of it before giving a quick peck on your swollen tip. Hyejoo forcefully pulled your underwear down and stripped you of the rest of your clothes, proudly staring at every inch of your now naked body as your eyes beckoned for her to continue.

Wetness pooled in between her thighs as she grabbed your shaft by the base with two hands and kissed the tip of your cock again, giving two more right after before moving her mouth down and planting several soft kisses up and down, not leaving a single spot untouched by her beautiful silky red lips.

Hyejoo gave a short flick of her tongue against your tip, giving herself a quick taste of precum eyes looking upwards and awaiting further instructions.

She waited patiently with her hands in her lap, round eyes focused dead ahead and that striking gaze present as always.

You didn't have to think twice about what you wanted her to do.

"Suck my fucking cock, Hyejoo," you demanded, running your hand through the soft raven locks of your kneeling intern.

She looked up obediently, but then changed paths as her head shook defiantly and you shot her a look in return.

"No?"

"No," she repeated. "I have a better idea. Fuck my mouth."

A smirk formed over your lips as you hadn't heard a better set of words all day. If Hyejoo thought you were aggressive before, she was going to really see you be aggressive.

"I really should make you beg for this."

You didn't though, if only because you wanted it just as bad as you slapped your cock on her soft luscious triangle lips, tracing the outline of them as her mouth became smeared with precum.

Her red lips glistened as Hyejoo ran her tongue over them and opened her small mouth wide, an invitation so enticing you couldn't possibly refuse.

You gave her just a sample of your cock, but she was greedy as always and wanted a full course, forcibly grabbed your thighs, and abruptly shoved your cock down her throat. You groaned as you felt the tightness of her throat squeezing around you, feeling breathless as her deadly gaze focused on yours that demanded more.

Hardly any time passed before your shaft was jammed down Hyejoo's warm throat, and you met her needy eyes, holding onto both sides of her head and began thrusting and gagging her with your length.

You really wanted to show Hyejoo what aggressive meant as you slammed your hips towards her pretty face, feeling her tongue wrapping around your hard shaft as you slid it down her tight throat over and over.

It was certainly rough, but hot enough for both of you as you were fucking her mouth just as hard as you had fucked her pussy countless times, but Hyejoo's eyes were nothing but demanding for you to continue your vigorous use of her mouth.

It didn't take long until your shaft was bathed with Hyejoo's saliva, and it took even less time until you were fucking her pretty little mouth roughly at full speed. There was something to stuffing her bratty mouth shut that you could get used to, instead of whining you heard only the sounds of her throat being roughly fucked and her messy lips slurping hungrily on your shaft.

The longer this went on the messier Hyejoo got, the tears in her eyes grew larger and you weren't sure who was getting off on this more.

"Fuck Hyejoo, you just belong on your, knees don't you? You love being used like this?"

There was little point in asking, yet Hyejoo did her best to respond with her preoccupied throat but instead released more gagging sounds than slurred words, holding her head down your base ever so often to let her throat feel every inch of you inside.

Hyejoo obediently kept her mouth open for you and you were encouraged by the needy look in her eyes as you kept her head held in your hands, and she couldn't help but love the throbbing cock being repeatedly forced down her throat as a bounty of saliva dripped down her chin and poured onto her big pale tits.

She almost gushed again with how furiously you used her sexy mouth, letting out a few final series of thrusts, holding Hyejoo against your base as her nose was planted firmly against your stomach.

You released your cock from Hyejoo's mouth a loud pop, leaving a trail of saliva that connected your messy shaft to her wet lips as she let out a huge smile on her drool covered face.

"Good girl," you told her as Hyejoo came up for air, her features stained with messy saliva, and the praise set off something in her core that almost made her climax untouched.

While she caught her breath you admired Hyejoo's bare chest - depending on the day your favorite part of her body, those big saliva-drenched breasts and you both seemed to have the same idea, putting her natural born assets to good use.

Hyejoo smirked, her face still stained with saliva as she stroked your wet cock a half-dozen times and slipped it in between her ample tits, cupping them and trapping your shaft in her delicious cleavage.

"Let me do the work this time," she said with a shy smile as her tits squeezed your cock tight, moving her chest up and down against your pelvis to create friction.

You groaned loudly at the sudden sharp pleasure, watching the look in Hyejoo's beautiful eyes as she pleasured your cock with her tits. She had done this before, but it always felt just as good as the first time.

"Feel good?"

"Feels fucking amazing."

Hyejoo smiled and felt the pressure of her mounds wrapped around your cock grew tighter, the softness and warmth that surrounded your shaft even more intense as her pace sped up. She let just a little more saliva drip out of her mouth, keeping the friction smooth as possible with her already generously lubricated cleavage.

As good as it already felt Hyejoo wanted you to feel better, trying to lick your tip each time it reappeared from her deep cleavage, sending electricity striking up your bones and cutely whining when she failed.

"Fuck...that feels so good."

"I can tell by how much you're moaning," she teased as her smile stayed plastered on her lips as she worked your cock in between her delicious breasts. Her soft flesh kept you inside her breasts, squeezing and massaging your dick and tried to coerce every bit of pleasure out of you, an act so erotic and mindblowing that you thought you might explode at any second.

Hyejoo seemed to read your thoughts as her pace slowed down, letting you savor the soft warmth of her breasts for just a few more strokes before regrettably withdrawing your cock from the comfort of her chest and slowly pumping your cock to keep your pleasure going.

You grabbed her hands and helped her upright, taking a moment, and just looking in her eyes and exploring her gorgeous face.

"You're so sexy," you told her and she blushed immediately. You both kissed one more time as you squeezed her ass to close the distance, bringing your lips to her ear and whispered.

"Come ride my face."

Her cheeks grew even redder, even as you both stood drunk with lust she still felt a hinge of shyness. You lied down on the bed and waited for her arrival and you were not kept waiting long.

Hyejoo slipped her panties off and climbed the bed, crawling slowly and her seductive eyes were laser-focused towards you as she moved inch by inch on all fours. Before you knew it you felt your head being surrounded by her bare milky thighs as she straddled your face.

You rubbed her smooth thighs, feeling their softness as they wrapped around your head and looked up at Hyejoo, forcing a cute giggle out of her before her hips began writhing. You stuck your tongue out and licked up her slit and she moaned instantly, bracing herself by resting one hand on the mattress and the other wrapped around the back of your head.

"Fuck..."

You grabbed two handfuls of her plump ass and brought her forward more, allowing her to put all her weight down as she smothered your face with her wet folds. You could barely breathe but you didn't care, all you wanted to do was bask in the amazing aroma and taste of Hyejoo's scrumptious pussy.

"Do you like how I taste?" she asked, knowing you couldn't easily answer. Hyejoo began rocking her hips harshly, riding your face in a rhythm as she held your head in her small hands, smothering you with her warmth as you ate her sensitive pussy out.

She whined and moaned as her hips rocked back and forth, smearing her delicious juices all over your face as she used you as an outlet for her own sharp pleasure. Hyejoo had given you free rein of using her face, it was only fair that you reciprocated in letting her use yours.

With a hand on each side of your head, Hyejoo dug her nails into your skull as she guided your every movement, rocking back and forth on your face as you used your tongue to fuck her, giving her vigorous use of your face and watching the intense pleasure completely take over her naked writhing body.

"Oh god...it feels so good...oh fuck..."

Your face became wetter by the second, lapping up every drop of Hyejoo's delicious sweet nectar. She turned into a squirming mess of uncontrollable moans and cries of pleasure as she desperately chased her release.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum. All over your fucking face," she moaned as you locked eyes with her, encouraging her every movement as you continued to be suffocated by her wet heat.

Hyejoo easily matched your roughness, grinding away and bouncing against your face to take from you what she deserved, steering herself towards orgasm as her pretty moans grew in volume. Her breathing grew heavier with each flick of your tongue buried inside her pretty pussy, devouring her cunt as if she were the tastiest treat to meet your lips.

You watched Hyejoo hit her peak as she squirmed and came hard, drenching your face like a waterfall and gushing into your lips her thighs shook violently around you. You kept your tongue inside her as she rode out her orgasm, her high not fading for several moments and never wanting to leave her pussy. You kept pressure and contact on her clit, listening to her cute moans turning into squealing as you overstimulated her to tears until she pushed you away.

Once her senses returned she giggled as she looked down between her thighs at the mess she had left stained on your face, rather proud at taking her second orgasm. You felt the comforting warmth of her thighs fading away as she removed them from your face, but not after giving her sensitive flesh a few licks to clean up her juices.

Hyejoo squirmed and ran her hands through your hair, playing with strands of locks as she had a pleading look on her face.

"Now will you fuck me?" she begged and you had no intention to say no to such a beautiful girl.

You gave a nod of approval and she didn't give any time to rest, removing herself from your face and climbing down your body. Hyejoo used the opportunity to keep you warmed up as she knelt between your legs and sucked you off properly, sloppily taking your hard cock into between her pretty triangle lips, head bobbing up and down with speed for just a matter of seconds both to satisfy her hunger.

She let your cock slip from her warm mouth as you switched positions and laid Hyejoo on her back with her legs spread wide, her pink pussy beautiful and the wet flesh in between her spread thighs glistening.

Her needy eyes showed she was ready as you lined yourself up with her tight hole, heat smothering your shaft already as you pushed against her wet entrance. You looked into Hyejoo's lustful eyes, and with a pop of your hips, you parted her folds and entered her, earning a loud desperate moan.

Hyejoo gasped and moaned as you pushed your cock deeper, feeling that intoxicating warmth of her pussy squeezing your cock and refusing to let go, her hot flesh so tight around your shaft that you felt yourself going crazy.

Deeper and deeper you went, denying Hyejoo any chance of adjustment until she was filled to the hilt with your shaft, her mouth kept open before you even moved. Her warmth and tightness hugged your shaft, watching the desperation in her eyes that spoke louder than any of her words could.

You weren't satisfied with the position you had found yourself dozens of times and wanted to mix it up, grabbing Hyejoo's slender waist and lifted her until you were both upright, your knees still pressed on the mattress and hugged Hyejoo's torso.

Hyejoo adjusted naturally to the position and wrapped her arms around the back of your neck, her feet flat on the mattress with her thighs interlocked with yours, she knew just what to do.

With her eyes wide and lust-filled, Hyejoo put her hips to work, with your cock still inside her she began grinding on it, slicking your shaft with her juices as her hips worked back and forth, moaning with each movement she made.

The new position felt so close, so intimate and arousing, especially as Hyejoo's warm soft thighs rubbed against your own as she tried to force you deep into her body, grinding away without a care in the world.

"So tight, so fucking tight," you said as Hyejoo's constant whiny moans filled the room, your bodies a state of constant friction. The new position allowed Hyejoo to do most of the work and had the extra benefit of giving you perfect access to her breasts, and you dove into them right away.

You found what you wanted with ease, teasing Hyejoo's hard sensitive nipples with your tongue, increasing the pleasure in her body as you ran your tongue and flicked against each of her delicate nubs, dousing each in your saliva. Hyejoo's whines and cries only encouraged you as you surrounded each slippery nipple with your lips, suckling harshly and devouring her tits.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Hyejoo cried out, cradling the back of your head as you sucked and feasted on her tits, keeping your lips closed around them and slurping on them with an insatiable hunger.

Your crotches grew wetter as more of Hyejoo's juices flooded out, her hips working nonstop to deliver an equal amount of pleasure to your hungry bodies as she ensured her pussy never let go of your cock.

While Hyejoo went wild on your shaft you kept your lips glued to her delicious tits, never wanted to leave them, never wanted to hear her cute moaning subsiding, wanting to play with and feast on her perfect chest forever.

Hyejoo kept the motion going as she leaned herself back, holding on to your body with one hand and keeping the other on the mattress as she increased the friction and the pleasure being shared between bodies. She moaned as she squirmed and writhed on your cock before pulling herself back up and taking one more kiss from you.

"Take me from behind," she whispered with those insatiable eyes glaring into yours, always wanting more.

You looked at her as if you hadn't heard a word she said, forcing her to repeat herself.

"Fuck me from behind. Don't make me beg."

"I really should one of these days," you said.

"Is that a promise?"

"It is," you said and responded with a quick slap to her rear.

"Let me see this ass bent over."

With another shy smile, she lifted herself off your body and got into position. Hyejoo carefully got on her hands and knees, head tucked down just in front of the pillows, and raised that beautiful plump ass high in the air, letting you see every curve of her naked backside. Her pink pussy lips were dripping wet and splayed open, the perfect invitation to bring you back inside her.

You made sure you spent as little time outside of her pussy as necessary, lining yourself up with her glistening folds and plunged your cock back inside the tight warmth of her opening. Hyejoo felt even better from behind, wetter and tighter as her hot flesh wrapped tightly around your cock and drove you completely overboard with sensations as you began moving inside her again.

"Fuck me hard," she demanded as she looked back and you were nothing but willing to give into her. You placed a hand on each side of her round ass and began slowly thrusting in and out of Hyejoo, feeling the tight grip her wet pussy lips had on your shaft as you pumped inside her, gradually picking up speed.

"Harder," she repeated as she let out a series of soft moans, her juices quickly slathering every inch of your shaft in them as you fucked her from behind, making sure to bottom her out with each thrust.

Your pace grew faster and you pressed your fingers into the pale skin of her plump ass as you sped up, using more force in your thrusts to give her what she wanted. Soon you could both hear the sound of Hyejoo being fucked from behind, her wetness lubricating every thrust and allowing the deepest penetration with ease.

"Harder, I told you to fuck me harder," she demanded, with little care for any more build-up. With firm hands still on her ass, you settled into a rhythm and began to fuck her with harsh strokes, hips smacking against her ass and making her perfect plump buttcheeks bounce.

"Oh fuck, just like that..."

Hyejoo's became satisfied finally as her slick walls clenched every inch of your shaft. You pounded her tight pussy and she moaned loudly with approval, burying your cock deep into her and stretching her hole wide, feeding into Hyejoo's desire to be ruined.

"So fucking tight baby, oh fuck. You like being fucked like this?"

"Yes! You feel so fucking good inside me, you're so fucking deep, don't stop!"

Her pretty moans grew in volume as she formed two fistfuls around the sheets, dropping her face in the pillows as you slid your hands up her body and wrapped them around her hips, making her take all of your cock deep inside her tight little pussy.

"That's it, right fucking there! Fuck me like that!"

Hyejoo's warmth felt so incredible, her pussy so fucking tight and wet and her body drove you insane Your pace was almost unbearable to maintain as you fucked her as fast and hard as your body would let you, the bed creaking and smashing against the wall in time to your thrusts as the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"Fuck me, oh my god it feels so good, fuck me!"

The use of Hyejoo's tight body was so intoxicating, you wanted to really give it to her, give her everything you had and much much more. At the apex of a particularly harsh thrust, you pushed her body down until she was flat on her stomach, your knees on the mattress and straddled her warm thighs.

The view was perfect, her naked pale body completely yours for the taking as you pistoned full speed in between her ass, fucking her with such harsh thrusts that you were afraid the bed might collapse at any moment. Every thrust was as deep into her body as physically possible, your hips slapping against her ass every time and making her cheeks bounce as the deafening sounds of your flesh slapping against hers flooded the room.

"Oh god, yes, don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

She was so fucking wet. Hyejoo's tightness was the only thing that kept you inside her where you belonged, giving her the fucking of a lifetime as she teetered on the edge of a third orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she repeated, again and again, her moans borderline on shrieking as she greedily pulsated around your shaft. The rhythm so wild and harsh, every slam into her drenched pussy made her eyes roll back in the back of her head, giving her the thorough fucking she craved.

She screamed as she came all over your cock, but you didn't let up for a second as you fucked her through her orgasm, preparing yourself in joining her in sweet bliss as that tightness in your stomach flared up.

"Where do you... want my cum, baby?" you tiredly asked, each syllable of your sentence now a struggle.

"Anywhere. Inside me or on me, I just want it. Please..." she begged.

You looked at her and knew exactly where you wanted to cum, pulling out and flipping Hyejoo onto her back and straddling her chest.

"Are you going to paint my face?" Hyejoo asked as you slowly jerked your cock in front of her face, seconds away from orgasm.

"Mmhm. You're gonna look so pretty aren't you?"

"I am. Cum all over my face please," she pleaded as she began massaging and playing with your balls, trying to urge your orgasm out faster than a train out of control.

You felt your breathing becoming heavy and weak the more you stroked, and the pleading look in Hyejoo's eyes was all you needed.

Hyejoo opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, and you groaned loudly as you hit your peak and spilled your thick seed all over her gorgeous face, painting her up and down. She kept a smile etched on her features as you shot long streaks of pearly cum that landed in her hair, splashing her forehead and cheeks and you made sure you saved enough to glaze those triangle lips until they were stained white.

Not a single drop was wasted as you covered Hyejoo in thick semen, as your intense orgasm finished she took your cock from your hand and cleaned off your depleted shaft. She looked up as she sucked your tip with her cum-stained face, proud of making you quiver as your sensitivity hit like a truck as she ran her tongue around every inch and gathered every drop.

As you gathered your senses and caught your breath you stared down at Hyejoo, both of you shared a laugh at the absolute mess you left on her beautiful face. Your thick load was everywhere, and she tried to use her tongue to taste and swallow what she could.

Hyejoo began feeling the weight of it dripping down her face, and couldn't help but keep giggling as she gave your shaft one more final kiss.

"Now get off me so I can clean your filth off, and then you better be ready to fuck me again."

Hyejoo was never satisfied it seemed, and you both shared the same fate of being insatiable. You shifted your weight off her and she headed into the bathroom, your eyes glued to her delicious backside the whole time. You heard the sound of hot water being started, and you knew you didn't have much time to recover.  

Only giving yourself a few minutes of rest you headed into the steamy bathroom, looking at the piles of clothes left on the bedroom floor as her silhouette peaked from the other side of the glass door.

it wasn't polite to keep a woman waiting after all.

[vasoula]

The Peepshow (chapter two)

Summary: Two months after his redemption journey, Sasuke is back to Konoha and Sakura couldn’t be more happy about them spending a lot of time together. However, things take a hard turn when Sakura is assigned a special mission and she has to hide it from the rest of Team 7. Everything comes spiraling down when Sasuke finds out exactly what she has to do. 

Tags: hard rated m, blank period, kinda AU-ish

Chapter one here, ffnet, Ao3.

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Author's notes: An alternate title to this chapter could be "take a drink everytime sasuke activates his sharingan because of sakura" ;) I tried to keep my boy as much as in character as possible! My girl Saku is easier to approach thought wise. This the point of the three chaptered fic that things really take off :P Man, writing pole dancing is HARD ;) Enjoy some slowburn denial seduction sasusaku with a dose of humor, my loves! Also, big thank to everyone who read this, especially to those who left lovely comments! Thank you so much for your support! :D See ya next week! Just in case, english is not my first language and this chapter is only edited by me :D

“Act two: Seducing one jealous Uchiha”

Sasuke Uchiha, for the first time in years, sees red.

He feels his eye power activate before he can control it as his chakra flares at the images flashing before him.

Sakura, his lovely Sakura, up the stage right in front the pole, looking straight at him in the most alluring way possible. Her body on full display and her face looking so different from her usual choice of make up he almost would tell you this is not her. But, those unmistakably beautiful eyes belong only to one person.

The glass of whiskey in his hand is close to breaking when Kakashi's voice cuts through his rage filled haze.

"Sasuke, stop." His mentor warns in a serious voice, just in time before they are detected by other people. It has the desired effect because Sasuke deactivates his sharingan instantly.

Naruto places his arm on his friend's stump, feeling the chakra pulsating there. The blond man says nothing although a crease in his brow has formed. He looks at Sasuke worriedly awaiting his reaction, averting his eyes from the stage where Sakura is dancing as if she does not have a care in the world.

Sasuke is clenching his jaw so hard, his teeth are aching from the pressure he is putting them on. He cannot believe what his eyes are seeing right now. Sakura who is supposed to be back in Konoha is up there on stage dancing for a target she is supposed to seduce and she has not told him a single fucking thing about this.

In fact, no, she lied to him and told him she would be staying at Tsunade for some medical bullshit she supposedly had to do with her mentor. He remembers the fifth Hokage calling him an arrogant brat for disliking this kind of mission.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm his nerves, before he does something risky.

He feels his heart beating ridiculously fast in his chest for some reason as he looks up at the stage. Trying to see her face, he wants her to look him in the eye and tell him how does she feel now that she is making him hurt.

Does she not trust him enough with this information that she knew could potentially affect what they have? Why did she have to lie about it? Sasuke knows that there is some shinobi mission confidentiality, but they both know between them the barrier is drawn and she could tell him anything. Especially something that could potentially strain their feelings. Maybe knowing his nature she knew he would not like what she would have to do, but the outcome is the same anyways. Is he supposed to feel like this? What is the word again? Jealous, he thought.

Sasuke clicks his tongue and ticks his head to the right side. "I see," he says in venomous voice, uncharacteristic of him nowadays.

Acting unbothered, his eyes stay focused on the stage where the most important woman in his life is dressed in a skimpy lingerie trying to bait the target with her high class skills.

Naruto shakes his head knowingly and rests his forehead on his open palm, leaning on the armchair he is sitting on. "Man, this is bad," he says mournfully.

Kakashi finally breaks the ice by speaking again, trying to mend things in the worst way possible, "Damn didn't know she had it in her."

The gray haired man feels the Uchiha's rage before the sizzling stare reaches him.

"Shut it," Sasuke mutters angrily.

All their heads turn instantly when they hear a man shout in excitement exclaiming how hot Sakura is by throwing a bunch of money her way.

Sasuke feels the beginnings of a headache starting to form.

The heavy beat of the song is pounding strongly in his ears and he cannot help it when his eyes focus on Sakura once again. If he is being completely honest with himself, he did not know she had it in her either.

If you had told Sakura Haruno in the past that she would be pole dancing in front of Sasuke Uchiha, she would laughed straight at your face and call you an idiot.

But now, as she grinds her hips on the pole, she feels like she is the idiot. And the butt of her own jokes apparently.

She is really feeling herself actually. The lingerie she is wearing is top notch and it fits her body perfectly like it was made for her. It is dark red in color with stripes both on her chest and belly creating Xs. Her heels are not killing her like she imagined they would and she really likes the sparkle in them. And even though she is starting to sweat, she knows her make up will stay in place because she put all her time and effort on it to make it look bomb. It does look amazing on her as it accentuates her eyes in the best way possible. A red lip and black smokey look will do that to your face. Sakura also thinks her long curly hair really added a whole new vibe to her look.

Sakura grabs the steel in front of her and arches back. She rolls her head, moving her body and spinning around the pole. Her chest glistens teasingly thanks to the light and she pushes her hips forward to gain some momentum. She abandons the pole for now and dances a little around the stage to gain the attention of the crowd.

Stepping left and right, Sakura juts her pelvic side to side to create some form of belly dancing while her hands feel her body sensually, at last leading them to course through hair in an attempt to look sexier.

With all that effort she really feels like she is actually Misty Jade, the persona she is supposed to be impersonating. The pink haired ninja puts her hands on her hips and poses seductively. She looks around and spots her target right away.

Time to put on a show, she thinks bitterly and lifts her hands in air to grab the pole behind her. She pushes her butt against the pole and leans back in an effort to look like she is trapped and the pole is like a man who is holding her captive in a stimulating pose.

A happy yell confirms her move had the desired effect both on the crowd and the target as well.

But as she feels that familiar hot stare on her, she also knows how she fucked up big time. It seems her move had another effect as well. The making Uchiha very angry, hot, and bothered effect.

When she looks in his direction, Sakura regrets it immediately. Even though he is at the back of the club, she would recognize him right away no matter how far he is or what clothes he wears. She does not like the expression on his face one bit.

The moment she had turned around after being introduced she had felt his chakra spike up. It intrigued her how she had that effect on him when she knows for a fact the man is super calm and collected. Sakura will not lie to herself and pretend like she did not take great enjoyment from the fact that he reacted like that to her.

But, but, but.

He is very angry with her right now and it is apparent.

Sakura closes her eyes and pretends everything is fine. She knows the other members of Team 7, who look a lot more at peace than he is, will handle him if he gets too upset.

She decides it is time for some impressive tricks that will need her to use some core strength. She makes a quick spin with her hips sticking out and she starts to circle the pole and like it is a prey and she is ready to pounce. Her left hand reaches up and grabs the top of the metallic bar while she puts all her strength in her right hand which grabs the lower part near the base. Then, her left leg comes forward and almost warps around the pole.

Sakura closes her eyes as her right leg pushes her forward and the rest of her body gets send upwards. The beautiful woman feels her hair falling down to her face obscuring it from view for a few agonizing seconds as she stays upside down. With both legs secured on the poll she begins her ascend upwards trying to match her movements with the beat of the song to gain some momentum.

After climbing on top of the pole, Sakura starts spinning around using her hands as leverage. Putting her body in a fetal position, she locks her thighs together and descends towards the ground with her hands upwards pretending like she is falling down from the pole.

In flash, she squeezes her thighs together in an attempt to stop her body from falling down. Right before she reaches the base of the stage, her impeding fall halts.

With her body now close to the ground, she loosens and throws herself in compromising position on the floor. Her palms are flat on the stage, her chest squished together between concrete and her body. Her ass is high up in the air and she slowly goes forward like she is cat crawling her way towards the front row.

In the meantime the crowd has completely lost it. It takes athletic skills to do that and everyone is impressed.

Halfway through the song now with the performance reaching its peak, Sakura decides to pull out the big guns. In order to gain the attention of the target specifically, she will need to find a way to get him to focus on her. Even though he found her skills highly admirable, to him, she was just another girl pole dancing. That is why she has to act interested in him first.

Right now, Misao Takashi is smoking a cigarette like there is no care in the world and he is looking down at some papers.

Way to be inconspicuous, Sakura thought, dropping into a split right at the edge of the stage.

On the other side of the club, right at the back, Naruto is about to cry. He is so confused at the moment, it is not even funny. On one hand, he is really shocked by Sakura and the unknown skills she is displaying, however, he finds himself inwardly cringing because while she is very good at it, he sees her as a very dear friend to him. While he wants to hype her up because she is very impressive, he also wants to go up there and drag her far away from the leeching crowd and hide her from the world with a really big blanket.

On the other hand, he is very scared, because Sasuke Uchiha is about to have the biggest bitch fit of the year right next to him.

The blond man looks at his teacher for comfort only to find him staring him back with a desperate expression on his face which means he is also having a similar thought process. This leads to them having a battle of wills, holding intense eye contact, until one of them crumbles and has to be the one to take care of the green eyed monster that is Sasuke Uchiha.

"Both." Naruto silently mouths, pleading, not wanting to deal with this alone.

Kakashi clears his throat, taking the first step.

"Well, Sasuke, it looks like we won't be needed here," He says in a casual tone, although his voice cracks during the dialogue due to the fact the situation is awkward.

He feels uncomfortable, but he continues on speaking, "The Anbu specialist," he raises his tone slightly at this as if to reprimand him, "is doing a pretty good job on her own."

He folds his hands on top of his crossed knees after finishing his statement.

"I said help, not kill us," Naruto sweat drops and half whispers more to himself than anybody else.

They both hear Sasuke silently growl at this.

Naruto gulps down his saliva loudly and begins, "Look Sasuke, I know this looks bad," he pauses checking for a reaction. Seeing his friend only slightly pissed, he continues, "But, you have to look at the positive side!"

The black haired man looks at his best friend for a split second, his eyes glinting in the dark and says, "And that is?", he questions angrily.

"It is th-the fact that Sakura-chan is strong and she can handle herself!", he tries to explain lamely, "right Kakashi-sensei?"

"Of course, yes." Kakashi agrees quickly.

Sasuke sticks his tongue inside his cheek, pushing it outwards, trying to remain calm.

He wants to curse them, throw water at them or maybe punch them both in the throat, but he will not do it because Sakura would not want that.

His attention diverts back to her dancing on the stage.

"Tsk," he lets out a familiar annoyed sound.

Right at that moment, she decides it is the perfect time to do a split on the floor.

Sasuke feels a vein popping on his forehead while the other two screech like school girls next to him.

He watches as Sakura takes another route to her seduction game and she starts to rely on more sexual tactics. The last Uchiha observes as she starts to sensually rub her back against the pole, her knees slightly bend forward, in an almost squat.

Her right hand goes to her mouth, and she darts her tongue out as if to lick her long manicured fingers while she stares hotly at her target with hooded eyes. In the meantime, her free hand dangles teasingly in front of her torso and begins its descend down towards her pelvic area. Her green nails a stark contrast to her daring burgundy lingerie.

Sasuke almost wants to activate his sharingan just so he could commit that image to his memory forever. He has never felt more jealous and needy than in that moment.

Despite all this unfolding before his eyes, he know this is just a mission, but he cannot help the emotions he is feeling.

The song is about to end, but he knows the torture will not end here. It will continue when she shows up again to lure her target away.

He cannot help but stare as she strikes a pose around the pole; her legs crossed around it and her body circled around the rod like snake hanging from a tree. Her arms are stretched out evenly and her voluminous hair hangs from one side.

Sakura looks amazing, her abs straining against her skin and her muscles showing in all the right places. His imagination of her naked body did not do the real thing justice; so much beauty on that tiny body of hers.

Sasuke heaves a sigh of relief just as the songs ends and the crowd cheers like never before.

"Finally," Kakashi whispers, coursing his hand through his hair.

Naruto plops down on the armchair loudly after hanging on the edge of it for so long.

It feels like a relief for all of them, but they know it is far from over. The lights of the stage close and Sakura disappears in the darkness. Their trained ears hear her heels clanking away despite the buzz she left behind. Everyone is complimenting her and the target looks very interested in her, as his eyes keep searching for her ever since the lights have opened again.

"Op, there it is, it worked, he is into her," Kakashi comments. The red haired male just signaled at a bartender - possibly asking for her company.

"Of course he liked her," Naruto shouts and stretches his hands out in exasperation, "oh my god she looked amazing, I can't believe I just witnessed that," the blond continues to mumble incoherently about their female teammate.

"Did you see that?", The tailed beast owner exclaims loudly, hands coming at top of his head in silent plea for salvation. From the corner of his blue eye, he anticipates his friend's reaction.

"I did," Sasuke responds, "fuck, I know, I did, okay," he says, his voice raising an octave.

He knows the other did it on purpose to gauge a reaction out of him, but he cannot keep hiding from them anymore. It is obvious they both know how he feels about her; except for Sakura of course.

"Op, there it is again," Kakashi jokes this time, his mask hiding his grin. He takes great pleasure in watching his greatest student fall apart in front of him.

"You are both enjoying this, aren't you?", Sasuke asks a question he knows the answer to. He is grimacing, trying to wallow in self pity alone.

"Of course we are," Naruto answers proudly,"have you seen your face?", he wriggles his eyebrows and points an accusing finger at Sasuke's face.

"I hate you both," He says detestably, "Leave me alone."

Before any more banter could continue however, they notice Sakura walking out of the changing rooms in a nice long dress with a slit on the side. It is light pink in color, almost transparent, and it has fuchsia fur on its collar. She is strutting towards the red haired man in very determined steps, getting his attention right away. The pink haired girl sits next to the target and strikes conversation. They watch the scene play out like movie, their eyes and ears alert and attune to everything those two do. Whenever he or she moves, their attention is solely on them - like a hawk which is watching its prey.

Sasuke focuses on Sakura, his eyes calculating every move she makes. He watches as the civilian says something probably funny to her and she laughs heartily, one hand covering her mouth. The woman cocks her head to her right cutely and she blinks her pretty eyes at him while her other hand which is not covering her mouth works in other dirtier ways.

Touch is very important in order to seduce any man. She pats his knee in an attempt to hold her laughter in. To any other person it looks like she is enjoying his company and she is comfortable with him.

But, Sasuke knows, this is her way of making him fall right into her beautifully crafted trap. Her subtle flirting looks like it is working because they both decide to get up at that moment. He does not have a clue what she could have possibly said to him, but the foolish guy grabs her extended hand and follows her to the back rooms.

"She is going in for the kill," Kakashi speaks suddenly, "we better stay alert now in case something bad happens."

It seems he is not the only one interested in how things play out.

The black haired man feels the temperature of the room skyrocket to new heights and he decides it is high time he took off his jacket. In one swift movement the annoying garment is off him and he undoes one more button of his blouse which is straining against his chest.

"Ugh I don't like this at all," Naruto whines and chooses to look anywhere else to divert his attention from Sakura.

Sasuke sits up straighter on his chair, finishes his drink in one shot and puts the empty glass on the nearby table. He feels his throat burning from the sudden consumption of the strong alcoholic beverage. The Uchiha welcomes the pain and cracks his neck to the side.

Kakashi raises an eyebrow at this and he inches his body closer to the outer part of his armchair as if he is ready to get up at any given moment. Naruto quickly catches on and puts his hand on top of Sasuke's bicep.

He grabs the flimsy material of his white shirt, but rearranges his hand in flash in order to grip Sasuke better.

"No," Naruto warns.

The blond's palm discreetly emits some chakra, trying to cool down the raging Uchiha.

Sasuke turns to look at them, his mismatched eyes cold and detached. They see his rinnegan flash in the dark despite being hidden by his fringe.

The brooding male shakes his head slightly and looks down. "I am only going to make things faster," he tries to reason with them.

"Sasuke, no," Kakashi tries to explain calmly. They must not alert anyone in here with their status or their cover will be blown. "We are the back-up, remember?"

"My abilities are more useful than Sakura's right now." Sasuke continues as if he did not hear them, "One look from me and it's over. Tsunade should have thought this through better."

"Sakura-chan can do this, bastard," Naruto speaks in a serious tone and continues, "Don't ruin this for her."

Sasuke stays still for a few seconds, his immobile form having both men on edge.

Before any of them could react fast enough though, they feel Sasuke's chakra flare and they see him disappear in a flash right in front of their eyes. In his place there is a broken bottle of vodka on the armchair.

"Fuck," Naruto curses and Kakashi lets out an indignant sound.

They avert their eyes from the bottle and look towards the changing rooms near the bar. Sasuke smirks, the purple stardust of his eye power blending in with the lights. He bends his head down and steps inside the dark entrance into the hallway behind him.

From their periphery they have no idea what it is going on in there anymore.

Naruto lifts his hands up in the air and says, "I give up."

"I have to admit these events unfolding before me have a more interesting plot than the Icha-Icha Paradise books," Kakashi shrugs his shoulders.

Both of them let out long sighs and fall back into their armchairs.

Meanwhile inside the changing rooms, Sakura has led her target in the quiet corner of her room. She has him pinned against the wall, kunai against his throat, her chakra infused fist holding him captive by his shirt.

"Tell me everything I need to know if you want to live to see another day," she spits out, her glare a complete one eighty compared to the sweet eyes she was batting at him earlier.

"I-I- Who are you lady?" The man trembles in her grip, her threat working.

Sakura pushes him harder against the wall to make him hurt.

"Quit stalling," She keeps the kunai on his throat as her other hand searches his pockets for the key and the papers. "What information do have?" The kunoichi in disguise asks and feels the cold metal of the keys at the tips of her fingers.

Just when she was about to get the juicy info out of him, Sakura feels Sasuke's strong chakra presence behind her.

"You heard her," his velvety baritone voice comes through as he flash steps behind them, both of his eye prowess glinting dangerously in the dark.

The man in question is sweating profusely now as he is faced with two scary looking ninja who look to be very powerful. He knows if he spills out the information the feud lords will come for his ass, but right now as he feels the tip of the kunai on his throat and looks at the threatening eyes of the man next to his beholder, he knows he is dead either way.

"I will tell you everything," He pleads, "don't kill me!"

The red haired man's knees buckle beneath him and he falls down to the ground with a thud. Sakura lets him fall, huffs and stands back.

As she crosses her arms in front of her chest, Sasuke bends down to be at eye level with the target and activates his sharingan, tomoes spinning lazily.

"I could do this on my own, you know," Sakura says annoyed. She is pursing her lips, her eyes going to slits.

"I know," Sasuke admits and stands up. The man on the floor is under a genjutsu, spilling all the information they need.

Sasuke's sharingan still activated records everything the man says that is useful to them. Sakura dangles the keys and puts them inside her pouch. With the man passed out on the floor, Sasuke and Sakura hold eye contact for a few minutes, both silent.

"How did you get in here without me noticing?" She breaks the silence first, taking a few steps closer to the black haired shinobi.

"I concealed my chakra well," Sasuke says laconically, glad for his nimble fingers because he locked the door silently as well.

Sakura hates the way he is so aloof about this as if he did not interrupt her own mission. She is so pissed off right now, the woman can barely hold her wits together. The kunoichi feels herself popping off the moment Sasuke decides to turn his back on her.

"I am not a weak little girl anymore," She spits out fiercely, trying to keep her tone down, "I don't need you going all macho on me!"

Her dress flutters around when she moves suddenly and starts pacing around the room. Sasuke looks at her from the corner of his eye, his visual power no longer activated.

He pretends to ignore her anger and stays mute instead. Unfortunately for her, Sasuke could not help himself and stay put. His jealousy pushed him to go in here with her because the thought of another man even possibly touching her sent him reeling.

Sasuke is glad nothing more had to happen, but god, he is such a coward still and he will not admit to her right now why he did it. He knows she is strong, but her being alone with somebody else, anybody else who is not him...It is eating him away from the inside.

Sakura is furious right now, but she also knows she cannot make a scene in here because someone could come in without warning and start asking questions. They have a man passed out on the floor who is going to arise some suspicions.

Analyzing the situation, she needs to think fast and act later.

Putting her hands on her hips and giving him the angriest bitch face she could master, Sakura barks out her order.

"Go inform the guys the mission is accomplished and we leave tomorrow at dawn," she looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to try and defy her.

When she gets nothing but silence in response, she continues.

"Meet me outside across the street in twenty minutes," Sakura finishes her statement with a dismissive tone.

The pink haired medic raises her eyebrow at him, waiting for him to react.

Sasuke makes his usual humming noise in agreement, his lips slightly pursed. With a curt nod he leaves the room quickly, not once looking behind.

With the door now closed, Sakura lets out a silent growl. In her frustration she takes off one of her high heels and throws it across the room, her target where Sasuke was standing a few seconds ago. Disappointed that she did not hit his imaginary head, she tosses the other one too for a good measure.

Feeling accomplished, she gathers her stuff including the important papers and the keys and she changes to the civilian clothes she had brought with her. Seeing Misao Takashi slightly stirring, she takes that as her cue to leave. With one last look at him, confident that he will not have the guts to speak to anyone about this, she exits the room.

When the red haired male wakes up a few minutes later, he stands up groggily and looks around the room only to find it empty. Checking his pockets and realizing everything is missing, he recalls the events from before. That is when he takes a look at the mirror across him and he notices the gorgeous girl from before has left him a message.

A smiley face drawn with red lipstick is staring back at him.

He snorts and lets out a sad smile.

Twenty minutes later as promised everybody is out of the club with only Sakura still missing. Ever since Sasuke came back with the news no one has exchanged words besides Kakashi and Naruto who keep talking to each other.

The last Uchiha has been oddly quiet even for his standards. He keeps his face mostly hidden in the shadows of the night, his back against a nearby wall. Kakashi and Naruto are a few meters next to him throwing worried glances at him, fearing one word from them would set him off the wrong way.

The moment Sakura appears, it seems the gears in Sasuke's head have finished turning and he stands up straight ready to take off. The awkwardness in Team seven is palpable.

No one dares to look their female teammate in the eye, even Kakashi who is older than them. They do not speak to each other either. Instead, the male members of the group start following Sakura who is probably leading them to the hotel she has been staying. Sakura looks calm, but everybody seems to know that they should not try to cross her or strike a conversation with her.

Naruto who is usually lively and talkative feels like he is living his worst nightmare. He exchanges a few glances with Kakashi who keeps putting his finger in his mouth as if to signal the blond to keep quiet. Things are so awkward between the medic and the sharingan user that Naruto feels like a literal child confined between his two stubborn and angry grown up parents. Fuck being a third wheel to a conceited flirting Uchiha and a shy Haruno, this is so much worse.

Only when they finally reach the hotel and they forced to say their good nights, the Team manages to acknowledge and speak to each other. Of course it is typical conversation before you go to bed, so nothing weird here. Albeit, it was so disturbing to see Sakura faking a smile nowadays that Naruto wanted to bash Sasuke's head to the nearest wall for making this mission more awkward than it had to be. Thinking better than to try and talk to Sasuke about the situation right now, Naruto heads solemnly to his room.

Kakashi on other hand feels like those two are grown up adults and he should not have to interfere with their feelings. They have to work on their miscommunications on their own, especially Sasuke and his incapability to express his feelings.

With each person having their own thoughts in their heads, the members of Team 7 all go into their rooms respectively.

The moment Sakura steps inside the room, she starts to feel her tear ducts watering. Taking a deep breath in order to calm down, she starts pacing around the room while fanning her eyes.

In these kind of situations it always helps to think of something else to prevent her from crying, so she thinks about Ino and her holy grail set of girl rules.

"Never cry when you have expensive make up on," Sakura tries to pep talk herself.

Although she knows she will have to take it off eventually, she tries to hang on the smallest reason to stop herself from tearing up. If she slips up and allows herself to get sad, the woman knows it will be impossible to stop.

Sakura does have a tendency to get emotional despite being strong. Being apathetic is not one of her strongest assets, regrettably. In comparison to the man she is in love with, the pink haired beauty is quite the opposite of him when it comes to matters like these.

Thinking a good bath will clean her head (and her body), she steps inside the bathroom. Half an hour later, she comes out of it clean and fresh wearing her skimpy black pajama shorts and a white t-shirt. Knowing no one will come and bother her anymore tonight she skips putting on her bra.

Feeling rejuvenated and ready to go to sleep, Sakura starts making a beeline for her bed. She will figure out tomorrow what to do about her strained relationship with Sasuke.

Right just about that thought crossed her mind, she hears knocking on her door.

"No," the woman whispers, her eyes widening in horror.

There is no way Sasuke is behind that door, knocking it and expecting her to open up.

With two powerful stomps and a determined expression on her face, Sakura reaches for the doorknob and pulls.

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Pretty Woman- Ethan Dolan Series (Part One:Wild One)

Overview: Ethan Dolan is the CEO of the most notorious reconstruction company in New York City. On one of his business trips to the city of Los Angeles, he meets an intriguing street woman by the name of (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Ethan hires (Y/N) to be his company for his week in Los Angeles, but what happens when the two very different individuals slowly begin to fall for each other. Will they be able to set aside their differences and work out or will they both end up more hurt than when they started? Heavily based on the film Pretty Woman but with a few twists that I have up my sleeve.

Warnings: mentions of prostitution, slight mentions of abuse, (not a lot in this part)

Ethan Dolan,one half of the chief executive officers of the most notorious reconstruction company; Dolan’s Reconstruction Corporation. The company was based out of New York but had spread globally throughout the years. Ethan Dolan was a true businessman, his whole life revolved around business. He had lost his first wife; Addison Thompson, because she said that he was never home and never paid attention to her or even loved on her. The cold honest truth about his marriage to Addison was to please his mother who was worried about her son growing up alone. He never loved Addison and she never loved him, it was just an attraction that caused them to get married. Once he divorced, he became a sort of playboy, almost every two weeks he had replaced another model with another. Which led to his current conversation with his most recent fling, April Reed, well known Victoria Secrets model.

“I swear Ethan, you are never home, you only ever talk to me if you want sex. Hell, I talk to your assistant more than I ever talk with you. So we are over, by the time you get back, all my stuff will be moved out of your condo,” April furiously yelled through the phone, angry about the CEO’s most recent business trip to the city of Los Angeles, where he was working on buying and reconstructing a well known expensive neighborhood

“Whatever you say April, leave your key at the front desk when you leave,” Ethan said, leaving a bewildered and frustrated model on the other end of the phone as he hung up the phone. It didn’t bother Ethan when the girls got frustrated and left because he never gets attached.

“Another one gone,” questioned Ethan’s business partner, other CEO, and own twin brother, Grayson Dolan.

“Yeah, doesn’t matter, all that matters now is getting that deal made with Mr.Rogers on the neighborhood near Rodeo Drive,” Ethan said as he adjusted his tie. The two brothers were currently heading to a realtors party to try and persuade Eugene Rogers, the current owner of the Villa Grande neighborhood, a very run-down neighborhood near one of the most popular places in Los Angeles, into selling the neighborhood to them so they could renovate it and bring in wealthy families into the neighborhood.

“You know mom is right, you focus so much on business, that you don’t spend any time on your own personal life,” Grayson said as he pulled into the parking garage of the building where the party was being held.

“Well, I don’t see you in any kind of relationship so yeah,” Ethan said as he got out of the car. It was true that Grayson Dolan was happily single and he wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship. Grayson was waiting for the right woman to walk into his life and until then he was content with himself. Unlike Ethan though, Grayson knew how to separate himself from work. He had a hobby in playing the piano and building projects (the irony of owning a Reconstruction company).

“Ethan, I know when to separate myself from work and you don't and that’s just the truth,” Grayson said as he got out of the car as well, locking it before putting the keys in his blazer pocket.

“I know how to separate myself from work,” Ethan said with a scoff but deep down he knew he truly didn’t.

The two brothers walked into the party together. The party was held in a very elegant ballroom and a bunch of rich snobs filled the entire room. Immediately businesses began walking up to the notorious Dolan Twins trying to sell off their properties or even trying to score a partnership where they would renovate the building and on any other day the brothers would have probably be more inclined to talk but today was different, they had a mission on their mind and they were not going to stop until the bought Villa Grande from Eugene Rogers, who was currently by the bar surrounded by other reconstruction owners.

Across town from the party on Melrose Avenue, sat a popular bar called “The Tipsy Cow”. Next to the bar, a rundown, low income, apartment building housed most of the “employees” of the Tipsy Cow. In reality, these employees were prostitutes that frequently picked up men at the Tipsy Cow. The best-known prostitute was (Y/N) (Y/L/N) who often went by her alias of Bunny. (Y/N)’s apartment was at the top of the three-story building and had one studio styled room. (Y/N) was currently standing in front of her bathroom mirror fixing her long black wig and a skimpy top that she currently had on. It was a Saturday night, which brought in a lot of desperate men that would pay her high dollar to have sex with them.

Out of the twelve girls that were common around “The Tipsy Cow”, (Y/N) was the most asked for because not only was she the youngest but she was the wildest one there. She had become a fan favorite last year when she moved from a small town in Georgia and has been ever since. (Y/N)’s father was never in her life and she was raised by her clueless mother and abusive stepfather so when she finally got tired of living in the same small town she moved to Los Angeles. She was only 21 when she moved to Los Angeles and her mother offered her no financial support so all (Y/N) had was the 5,000 dollars that she saved up in Georgia, which looked like a lot but in Los Angeles, it wasn’t enough. She used the money to rent the current apartment that she was in for 1,000 a month and then she walked right into the Tipsy Cow for a job and she met Peach, whose real name was Andrea, and since then she’s worked as a prostitute. It wasn’t her dream job if anything she wanted to go to college and study to get her degree in Psychology and become a counselor but she never had enough money for that so she settled for what she could get. The money she got from “work”, she used to buy her essential items and rent and then saved the rest in hopes one day she could go to college.

(Y/N) grabbed her purse which mainly contained her array of condoms, lubes, and even a few viagra pills. She also carried dental floss, toothpaste, and sample-sized bottles of body wash. She was a very clean woman, was on birth control, and made sure to get tested every month to make sure she was clean of STDs. (Y/N) locked her apartment door behind her before heading down the stairs that violated safety precautions but everyone was just extra careful using them. At the end of the stairs, she bent down to fix her knee-high heeled boots, which caused her mini skirt to rise up and caused a lot of stares which she was used to by now. She walked out of the apartment building and straight over to “The Tipsy Cow”, where she was immediately let in.

“Good Evening Bunny, looks like there is gonna be a decent-sized crowd tonight,” Said James, the bartender, and owner of ‘The Tipsy Cow”. He didn’t hire the girls that would pick up men from his bar but he did help them out as much as he could. They brought more business to his bar since they had been there.

“Sure is James, I feel like tonight someone big is gonna come in!” (Y/N) said in excitement. She spoke truthfully because ever since she started getting ready she had a feeling she was gonna meet someone big.

As the crowds started flowing in, (Y/N) did what she knew best, she started making small talk, asking people to dance with her, and she even would run and go buy the men their drinks for them. This time she walked up to the bar to get an older man a beer and she forgot all about it when she saw a man dressed in a suit and tie sitting at the bar stools which was strange because normally guys would be wearing jeans and an old tee shirt. The man spiked (Y/N)’s interest and she forgot all about the man's beer and walked up to the man who looked out of place.

Back at the party, Grayson and Ethan had finally gotten Eugene Rogers to themselves. They were on the balcony of the ballroom that the party was held in and it wasn’t long now until the Twin’s would sucker Mr.Rogers into selling them the property.

“Mr.Rogers, we would like to offer you 15 million dollars for the entire Villa Grande neighborhood,” Ethan had brought up the deal as he sipped on his glass of champagne.

“I’m sorry Mr.Ethan but I’m not really interested in selling the property,” Mr.Rogers said as he sat down in one of the chairs on the balcony.

“Mr.Rogers, this is an unbeatable deal, we would renovate each one of the houses, and offer you a portion of all the money that we make for reselling the renovated houses,” Grayson spoke trying to persuade Mr.Rogers on his opinion.

“You see that’s the thing, there are already people living there, what happens to those people,” Mr.Rogers questioned.

“We would make sure they were taken care of and compensate them,” Ethan said walking across the floor. This wasn’t how Ethan had pictured this meeting going and it put him in a very awkward situation which caused his nervous habit of pacing to start to show.

“How about this, Wednesday I take you two and possibly your dates out to dinner with my son and I and we can talk more on this, I would like his opinion on the situation,” Mr Rogers said standing up and straightening up his jacket.

“That’s a deal Mr.Rogers,” Grayson said and shook Mr.Rogers hand and Ethan followed suit.

“Thank you both, I’ll have my assistant send you two the information later tonight, Enjoy the party.” Mr Rogers said before walking away leaving the twins standing on the balcony.

“Well that didn’t go as planned,” Ethan sighed and downed the rest of his bottle of champagne before wandering off to the bar area they had. Grayson ran his fingers through his hair knowing his brother was holding his emotions inside because he couldn’t separate from work. He knew that he was probably gonna have to get an Uber because his brother was going to go to the “bar” they had at this party, find out they don’t have hard liquor, and leave to go find some bar and come back home drunk.

“Excuse me Ma’am do you have any bourbon?,” Ethan asked the bartender as he leaned against the bartop.

“No sir we do not, all we have that is an alcoholic beverage is champagne,” The bartender said politely.

“Okay, thank you,” Ethan said and walked away from the bar and walked out of the ballroom. He texted Grayson real quick to get an uber because he was going to take the rental car out somewhere. That somewhere was not known by Ethan at the time. Ethan got in the car and pulled out the parking garage and headed down the streets. He kept looking around until he found The Tipsy Cow which sparked his interest so he parked the rental car in the parking lot. He got out and grabbed his wallet and walked into the bar. He definitely stood out among everyone in the bar but he just ignored the strange looks and walked over and sat down on one of the bar stools.

‘What can I get you sir?” James, the bartender, asked as he saw Ethan sit down on the bar stool.

“Bourbon, please” Ethan said, sliding his suit jacket off and laying it across the seat beside him. He rolled up the sleeves of his white button up and waited for his drink.

“You seem out of place, mister,” (Y/N) said sliding into the unused seat right next to Ethan.

Ethan glanced up and was greeted with the two most vibrant (e/c) eyes he had seen, he didn’t notice the skimpy clothes, or obviously fake hair. He was intrigued to say so so he decided he was going to follow up in a conversation.

“Yeah, Needed a drink and they didn’t have it at the party I was at, so I ended up here,” Ethan said as he took a sip of his glass.

“Well I’m glad you ended up here…” (Y/N) trailed on hoping for him to mention his name.

“Ethan, and what’s yours?” Ethan said.

“Nice to meet you Ethan, I’m Bunny,” (Y/N) said using her alias name.

Ethan wasn’t dumb, he knew what her job was, and he knew that her real name was not bunny, and he knew she was baiting him to have sex with her for money but Ethan didn’t necessarily wanted sex right now, he wanted someone to talk with, and she was who he wanted to get to know. For some reason, he felt the urge to get to know who she was, behind the fake name and wig.

“You know if you want, we can go to your place and I can make you feel good,” (Y/N) said twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

“How much?” Ethan asked knowing that it was here intent of luring him. Normally, he wouldn’t do this kind of thing but he wasn’t paying her for what she thinks he is going to do.

“For you, $300 for the whole night,” (Y/N) said as she grabbed her bag.

“That sounds like a deal to me,” Ethan said, shaking her hand and downing the last bit of bourbon from his glass and slipping a 20 on the bar. He threw his jacket back over and grabbed his car keys. (Y/N) followed him to his car which was a nice black 2013 Chevy Corvette. Back in her hometown, she bonded with her stepbrothers over cars.

“Nice car, Ethan,” (Y/N) said as she slid into the open door that Ethan had opened for her like a gentleman.

“Thanks, it’s a rental, I’m just in town visiting for a business trip” Ethan said as he got in on the drivers side,

“Where are you from?” (Y/N) asked out of curiosity as she adjusted her mini skirt.

“I’ll tell you when you tell me what your real name is because I know it’s not bunny,” Ethan said as he followed the route back to the hotel penthouse that he was currently staying in. He knew that he didn’t have to worry about Grayson because they got separate penthouses.

“Fine, my name’s (Y/N), now where are you from, Ethan?” (Y/N) said in a sigh of defeat. She had never given her real name to anyone but there was something about Ethan that made her want to give it to him.

“That’s a pretty name, and I was born in New Jersey but I live and work from New York,” Ethan said.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) said under her breath as she adjusted her skirt again out of nervous habit. She had never been nervous with a guy before.

“Looks like we are here, here wear this, people can be judgmental,” Ethan said as he handed her his suit jacket.

“Thanks,” (Y/N) said as she wrapped the jacket around her. It fit like a dress on her and Ethan took her hand and led her into the lobby where he rushed them into the elevator. (Y/N) felt all the stares on her but she was used to them. In this industry you had to have thick skin. Ethan hit the button that took them to the penthouse level and she bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet. The elevator opened and they walked down the hallway and Ethan unlocked the door. The room blew (Y/N)’s mind when he opened the door. It was larger than her whole apartment and was in mint condition.

“Make yourself at home,” Ethan said as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses.

(Y/N) walked in and looked around the room, it was truly beautiful. She then took Ethan’s suit jacket off and laid it over the dining room chair. She opened her bag and pulled out her small cosmetics bag full of condoms and pulled it out. She joined Ethan in the kitchen and slid the bag over to Ethan.

“What’s this?” Ethan said and picked the bag up and looked inside. His eyes kinda filled with shock at the amount of condoms and the different types of condoms in there, “Oh that’s what this is,”

“You choose, and yeah, I’m a safety girl,” (Y/N) said with a smirk and twirled her hair around her finger.

“I’m flattered but I’m not in the mood right now, I honestly just wanted some company,” Ethan said, pouring two glasses of red wine.

“Oh,” (Y/N) said as she grabbed the bag and put it back up.

“Here you go,” Ethan said and handed her the glass of wine.

“Thank you,” (Y/n) said and grabbed the wine glass, “Since you’ve got me for the night, can i get something a little more comfortable please,”

“Of course, give me a minute, let me go grab something for you real quick,” Ethan said and walked back into his room to grab her some clothes.

(Y/N) walked around the penthouse and admired every single piece of furniture. The walls were a beautiful grey color and the sofas were white and the furniture pieces were stained a dark color. The TV screen in the living room was absolutely huge. The kitchen was open and it was gorgeous. The marble countertops, gas stove, stainless steel appliances, and island with bar stools. It was every inner girl's dream to have this kitchen.

“Here you go, they might be a little big on you but they should work,” Ethan said walking over to (Y/N) and handing her a pair of clothes, “You can go in the bathroom to change,”

“Thank you,” She said and ventured off into his master bedroom that was connected to the master bathroom. She was in awe at the bedroom. The bed was a king sized bed with an elegant black comforter and multiple pillows. The walls were the same toned grey from the living room and were adorned by very sophisticated pieces of Artwork. A large flat screen hung from the wall and underneath was a dark stained dresser. This man truly had a lot of money, she noted to ask him later what he does for a living. She walked into the bathroom and changed into the grey sweatpants and oversized black t-shirt that Ethan had given her. The clothes were very comfortable and smelled of over expensive cologne. She walked out of the bathroom and found Ethan cutting up some strawberries and putting them in a bowl.

“Thank you for the clothes, they are very comfortable,” (Y/N) said as she stuffed the clothes into the bag she brought with her.

“No problem, I hope you like strawberries, thought you might want a small snack,” Ethan said as he slid the bowl of strawberries across the table to her.

“They are my favorite, thank you,” (Y/N) said with a blush and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“(Y/N), I have a proposition for you and I’ll even pay you big but don’t feel pressured to say yes,” Ethan said seriously as he sipped on his glass of wine.

“I’m all ears, Ethan,” (Y/N) said, curious to what the proposition could be.

“Stay with me for a week and attend a few dinners with me, like I said don’t feel pressured to say yes, but if you do say yes I’ll pay you.” Ethan said hoping she would say yes but wanting her not to feel pressured.

“How much?” (Y/N) said taking in everything, she already knew her answer but she just wanted to see.

“50,000,” Ethan said, shooting high, he didn’t know why but he felt like having her with him for this week was meant to happen.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr.Dolan, consider me yours for the week,” (Y/N) said with a smile as she grabbed the bowl of strawberries and sat down on the couch.

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American Girl, the Formerly Untitled Ben Hardy x Reader Chapter 4

As I said in my post earlier, this is kind of a filler chapter to get us from point A to point B. Taglist is open, enjoy!

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Word Count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, irreverence for Uber drivers, Slight Dom, Godless Smut. 18+, y’all. 

Two Months Later

Filming was well underway and although most of the major costuming decisions had been made, you still had plenty of work to do on set, constantly mending and adjusting the boys’ wardrobe pieces. Ben was particularly bad about popping buttons, but after the sixth loose button in a handful of days you had finally realized that he was doing it on purpose.

When he walked up to where you and your sewing kit were set-up clutching a shirt in one fist and a small, unseen object in the other. You smirked. “Let me guess, another button?” You held your hand out expectantly and Ben sheepishly handed over the small object. He caught your eyes and flashed you a grin, knowing you were a sucker for that award-winning smile. “You know Ben, the other boys can manage to make it through days of filming without having a wardrobe malfunction. I’m beginning to wonder if you might have some nefarious ulterior motives in constantly destroying that shirt.”

He clutched the shirt to his chest in mock outrage. “Moi? Why Y/N, you wound me!” You giggled as he stepped around the desk you were sitting at and swooped down to place a kiss on your ear. “I can’t help it if this shirt is just a bit too small for my rippling muscles.” You snorted, and he pinched your side in retaliation. He peppered small kisses along your cheek and slipped his arms around your shoulders as you quickly reattached the button to his shirt.

“There, all better!” You pull your head away from his greedy lips and he scoffed in protest. “Now, get back to set before Roger Taylor decides you’re more trouble than you’re worth!” He chuckles and turns to wink at you before walking back over to the cameras.

Later that day

You had already completed your work for the day, but the boys were hanging around waiting for Rami and Lucy to finish one of their scenes. The whole group was supposed to be going out for drinks and karaoke tonight, so you cleaned up your desk and made your way to join them in waiting. You stopped in front of one of the doors, taped to it was a sheet of paper that read, “The Band,” and underneath someone had scribbled in “plus Lucy,” “plus Allen,” and “plus Y/n.” It had been Joe’s dressing room, and not even a week into filming the boys had taken the couch out of Gwil’s and finagled it into the space. The two couches sat opposite each other, centered around a large television that Rami had mounted to the wall. Opening the door, you were instantly greeted by Ben, Gwilym, Joe, and Allen.

“Y/N!” They collectively shouted, Ben winking at you from his spot on one of the couches. Allen and Gwil are sitting across from him, and Joe’s plopped down in the ratty bean bag you had begged him not to get on one of your most recent thrifting adventures.

“Hey, guys. What are you watching?” The four of them had their eyes glued to the television screen in front of them.

“We’re watching Undrafted, Joe here’s bloody brilliant,” Allen answered with a giggle. You’d lived in the UK for a few years now, but his Irish accent still made the corners of your mouth pull up into a grin.

You step gingerly around Joe, whose long legs take up almost the entire space, and walk towards Ben, who pats the seat next to his. Smiling, you fall onto the couch next to him and turn your attention to the screen. Joe had forced you to watch it the first week you’d met him, and at this point you’d seen it at least ten times. His character, Pat, had just struck out and was screaming and stomping around the outfield. It was your favorite part and it never failed to make you laugh every time. Joe beamed up at you as you struggled to contain your laughter.

God, how Ben loved the sound of your laugh. You pulled your feet up onto the couch and perched your legs across Ben’s lap. As the group of you watched the movie, Ben couldn’t resist running his fingers up and down your jean-clad legs.

By the time the movie was winding to an end, Rami and Lucy finally finished filming for the day and made their way into the dressing room. “Y/N!” Lucy shrieked, and you jumped up off of the couch (Ben wincing as you accidentally grazed one of his balls with your foot) and ran over to greet her. Over the past several weeks you and Lucy had grown inseparable and any minute she didn’t spend on set she spent distracting you in the costume department. “Boys, we’ll see you all later! Y/N and I are going to get ready and we’ll meet you at the karaoke place in a couple hours.” Rami pecked Lucy’s cheek goodbye before moving to take your vacated seat next to Ben, who winked at you as you waved bye to everyone.

“Wait, did they say hours? As in plural?!” You heard Joe complaining as the door shut behind the two of you, who both chuckled at the zealous redhead.

“Come on, we’re going to get ready at my place!” Lucy grabbed your hand and pulled you away with her.

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A little while later, you found yourself standing in front of Lucy’s bathroom mirror as you curled her short, platinum hair loosely around the hot wand in your hand. You spritzed her locks with a bit of saltwater spray before gently tousling them with your fingers. “Ta-da!”

“Wow,” she exclaimed. “Tell me again why you aren’t working for hair and makeup on set?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at her in the mirror. “I’m glad you like it, Luce.”

You’d helped her pair together light-wash boyfriend jeans with a white Rolling Stones tee, the sleeves rolled up and the hem twisted and tied so that it rested just above her belly button and matched the color of her lipstick to the that of the lips on her tee. She had decided to finish off the look with her favorite pair of black creepers before whirling around on you. “Alright, Y/N, it’s your turn now!”

She ignored your groans and protests, pushing you into the bedroom where you’d left your bag of clothing options. After several minutes of digging, Lucy emerged with an army green tank top that covered your chest to the neck, although the way it clung to your every curve left little to the imagination. She tossed it at you, along with the shortest pair of denim shorts you owned. “Hold on!” She rushed back through the bathroom and into her own closet, returning with a pair of solid black suede ankle boots and a black felt hat. She couldn’t stop smiling as she perched the hat atop your head and finally declared you “absolutely perfect!”

“Not bad, Luce!” You admired yourself in the floor-length mirror she had leaned against the wall of her bedroom. “Not bad at all.”

She pressed a kiss to your cheek, forgetting all about her lipstick and leaving you with a red imprint on your face. “Oops! Let me get that!” She carefully dabbed the red smudge off without ruining your makeup underneath, then the two of you set off for the small, hole-in-the-wall karaoke bar that Gwilym had vouched for.

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Ben sat at a large table with Joe, Rami, Gwilym, and Allen, knee bouncing underneath table as he looked to the door, anxious for your impending arrival. When you and Lucy finally did arrive, his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you in that skimpy little top. His mouth was practically salivating as he thought of that same top in a crumpled mess on his bedroom floor. This was going to be a very long night, he thought.

Ben and Rami had left two empty seats between them for you and Lucy to slip into. Ben pressed a kiss to your cheek, murmuring, “You look incredible tonight, love.” You blushed and returned his kiss. Settling into the table, you turned to Joe.

“So Joe, how many times have you put your name on the list already?” You asked, unaware of Ben’s lustful eyes still on you.

Joe scoffed playfully. “Only five!” The table laughed at his response, except for Ben. You turned to look at him and recognized that all-too-familiar look in his eyes. As everyone else returned to their own conversations, Ben scooted his chair closer to yours and placed his hand on your bare thigh. You met his gaze and smirked before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Are you feeling alright, Ben?”

“If I say no, does that mean we can leave sooner?” You shook your head and giggled when he groaned out loud. “What can I say to get you to meet me in the bathroom then?” Ben leaned in and his breath on your neck (as well as his words) sent your pulse racing. His fingers traced their way up your thigh, closer and closer to the hem of your shorts. As his index finger started toying with the edge of the denim, he looked up at you with those big blue eyes, hoping (read: knowing) you wouldn’t be able to resist. But unlike Ben, you were hyperaware of your surroundings.

You lightly swatted his hand, glancing around to make sure no one had noticed. “Ben!” You chastised him playfully and he smirked at you, leaning back in to whisper in your ear, “Fine, but the second we get in the car, I am ravishing you in every way I know how.”

You gave him a small kiss on the lips. “Couldn’t we at least make it back to your place first?”

“Hey, I can hear you guys!” Joe cried out, fake disgust riddling his facial features.

“Oi, mom and dad are having a grown-up conversation!” Ben quipped back, the table erupting with laughter.

The boys already had their drinks, so you leaned over to Lucy and asked what she wanted before you headed over to the bar, leaving a whining, needy Ben alone at the table.

There were quite a few people crowded into the karaoke bar that night, but you didn’t mind sliding onto a barstool and waiting patiently for the bartender to take your order. You noticed Ben’s gaze still on you, as if he were hunter and you were Bambi’s mom. He couldn’t help but admire your ass in those shorts, feeling his own pants grow tighter as he watched. When the bartender was finally able to free up her attention long enough to pour you and Lucy some shots of tequila, you took the small tray from her and nodded in thanks as you carefully headed back to the table.

While you’d been gone, Joe’s name was called and he had begun his rendition of “Bennie and the Jets.” Laughing as he overemphasized every Bennie with an airy squeal, you and Lucy clinked your glasses together before downing one, two, and three shots each. Ben was engaged in conversation with Gwilym and Allen, but his hands never left your thigh as you and Lucy giggled at one of Rami’s stories. The night continued on this way. You and Lucy eventually got up and sang “Woman” by Kesha, Ben and Joe sang none other than Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend,” earning jealous pouts from both Rami and Gwilym as Allen laughed. It was absolutely terrible and as much as you liked Ben, you cringed slightly when he echoed Joe singing “happy at home.” Gwilym had been surprised when you recognized a song that he’d chosen by the Irish-rock band, The Pogues, that he’d pulled you up on-stage with him as the two of you belted out “Fairytale of New York.” It was a beautiful train wreck, and all of the boys got up to sing “Bohemian Rhapsody” as the ultimate big finish. You and Lucy sat back and cackled as the other patrons raised their eyebrows at the five very tipsy boys tripping around onstage as they attempted to head bang to the guitar-heavy rock section of the famous song.

After exchanging goodbyes, you and Ben climbed into an Uber and made your way back to his apartment. In the dark of the backseat, Ben was silent with his lips pressed to your collarbone as his hands attempted to explore your body. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, turning up the music slightly, and you giggled as an embarrassed Ben halted his attempts. He held on to your hand, however, drawing circles on your palm with his index finger. When the car finally came to a stop, your feet had barely touched the pavement outside before you were being swept off of your feet.

“Ben!” You shrieked as he bolted up the sidewalk and through the front door of his townhouse. Once inside, your feet once again only touched the floor for a moment before Ben had you pushed up against the same door he had only just slammed closed.

“Have I told you how much I love that you get along with my friends?” He asked, his chest pushed up against your own. His question was rhetorical, but before you could answer anyway (like the smartass you are), his lips crashed into yours with bruising force. His hands wandered up and down your body, torn between squeezing your ass and groping your chest. Your own hands hung useless at your sides, unsure of how to reciprocate Ben’s attack on your senses.

From deeper in the apartment, Frankie came strutting out to see the commotion, barking as she made her way. Ben ignored the pup, his hand sliding up one of your thighs to lift your leg and wrap it around his waist. You murmured his name in a weak protest. He groaned in acknowledgment but continued sucking at your collarbone and grinding his hips eagerly against your center. Your eyes darkened, but you were quickly pulled right back out of the trance when Frankie finally found the two of you and began barking in earnest. Ben finally gave up when Frankie put her two front paws on the back of his legs.

Sulking, he set you back on your feet and turned to lift the pup into his arms. “Frankie, we’ve talked about this…” he muttered as he disappeared with her, presumably to let her out into the yard. While he was busy, you bolted for his bedroom. Your overnight bag sat on the floor, Lucy having had her assistant deliver it from her place to Ben’s while you’d all been out. You heard the sliding door open and Ben and Frankie shuffle outside, and you knew you didn’t have much time. Quickly, you unzipped the bag and dug around until your hands brushed against the lace fabric you’d been searching for. You pulled out the black lace bodysuit, a more affordable echo of the expensive garments you’d seen in the window of Agent Provocateur while shopping in London. Luckily, not long after that, you found a small boutique that carried much more reasonably-priced lingerie. You’d never really worn actual lingerie before, aside from a pretty matching bra and panty set. As you rid yourself of your karaoke clothes, you realized that this was entirely new territory. You dashed into the bathroom and made sure to wipe down the key areas that you knew had collected sweat throughout the night and ran a brush through your hair to tame it. You admired yourself in the mirror, spritzing a small amount of your signature perfume on your neck as you heard the back door open once more.

Ben closed the door behind him and walked back into the main living area. Expecting to find you where he left you, his brows knit together in confusion until he walked down the hallway to see the door to his bedroom wide open. There you were, perched intentionally across the foot of his bed, gazing up at him with the most “come hither” eyes you could muster. His own eyes widened as he took in the sight of you scantily clad in black lace.

He stood there for a moment and you began to worry that he’d had a stroke. Standing up, you walked slowly over to where he stood, still frozen in the doorway. Your inner sex goddess took over as you stopped about an inch away from him. You looked up into his piercing green eyes, clouded with lust, and flicked your gaze down to his lips, still swollen from earlier. Your tongue darted across your lips as you slid a finger into the waistband of his jeans to pull him towards you, guiding him until you felt your legs hit the back of the bed. When you pulled him down onto the bed with you it was as if his trance had been broken. Suddenly, he was back on top of you with the same fervor he’d had when you’d first arrived home.

“Y/N, you minx,” he moaned, his hand running across the lace that covered your stomach. You reached between the two of you and began undoing his belt. Unbuttoning his jeans, your lips never leaving Ben’s, you managed to push them and his briefs down his hips far enough for his cock to spring out. Though this wasn’t the first time you’d seen it, a small gasp still escaped from your lips, Ben moaning as you took it in your hand. “Fuck,” he cursed.

A devilish smile played across your lips as you gently pushed him off of you and onto his back. You pressed a light kiss to his jaw, continuing to intermittently pepper kisses on his skin as you made your way tantalizingly slowly down his body. His hands found their way to tangle themselves in your hair, and when you halted just above his member to suck a mark on his pubic bone, he absentmindedly tightened his grip and tried to buck his hips into you.

You removed your lips from him, tutting. “Easy, Ben. Don’t you want to take this slow?”

He cried out as you allowed your tongue to just barely graze the head of his penis. “Y/N, love- please. Please, please, please.” You were slightly taken aback, you’d never had a man beg you. You were even more surprised to feel yourself growing wetter with each “please” he uttered. Ben whimpered as you pretended to think about it, tracing your fingers across his abs as you made another mark on his thigh. Looking down at his swollen, throbbing cock, leaking with precum, you suppressed a moan. Finally, you took him into your mouth, wrapping one of your hands around his base so that you wouldn’t choke on his enormous length. His cock twitched on your tongue and you hummed against him, causing him to cry out once more. You started to bob your head up and down on him, but Ben’s fingers tugged on your hair, pulling you off with a pop. Worried, you asked, “did I do something wrong?”

Ben’s eyes flared and softened, “no, no, no, baby. I just wanted to try a more, uh, mutually beneficial position.” When you looked confused, he sat up to pull you further up the bed. He kissed you softly on the lips, before uttering, “do you trust me, love?”

When you nodded, he helped you position yourself until you were straddled in a reverse cowgirl-esque position across his chest. He tapped your knees and it finally dawned on you what he was trying to do. That cheeky bastard wanted to sixty-nine. You repositioned yourself so that your knees rested on either side of his head, your lace-clad center hovering over his face. Before you could return your mouth to its earlier work, Ben moved the fabric of your bodysuit to the side so that you were on full display to him. After thoroughly coating them in his mouth, Ben carefully slid his index and middle fingers into your dripping core, eliciting a loud moan from you. His head moved and, much to your surprise, his tongue flicked across your clit several times before his lips attached to it, sucking relentlessly. You felt your knees buckle and his name fell from your lips, but you pushed through the pleasure and tilted your head to take his cock back into your mouth.

The two of you continued this way for a few moments before Ben curled his fingers inside of you to press against your sweet spot. You sputtered against his cock and it fell out of your mouth. As he picked up speed, you managed to croak out, “Ben, I need you.”

His fingers still continuing their relentless assault, Ben grinned. “M’right here love. I can feel how close you are my sweet girl. Fuck.”

Trying to keep yourself from coming, you were on the verge of tears. “Ben, stop. I want- I need your cock, baby. Please, Ben.” Satisfied that he had the upper hand, he removed his lips and fingers from your soaking pussy. You moaned at the lost sensation and carefully moved off of Ben. He knelt behind you and unzipped the back of your lingerie before sliding it off your shoulders and helping to pull down and off your legs. Once you had been freed, with your back still to Ben, you knelt on the bed on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass in the air to get his attention. You knew you had it when his hand came down on your ass with a hard smack, and you cried out at the impact. 

“Naughty girl,” he chastised, his hand connecting with your rear once more as he lined himself up. Massage the sore spot with one hand, he brought his other down to rub his cock against your folds. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. Who did this to you?”

Eager to see more of this new, dominant side of Ben, you ground your ass into him as you teasingly said, “Gwilym.”

Another smack, then he gathered your hair in his hand and twisted it so that you were pulled back against him. His other hand came up to caress the side of your face, down your neck, and in the valley of your breasts, then moving to toy with one of your nipples. You squirmed, but he only pulled your hair tighter, pinching your nipple in response. Your center ached for him and you tried to rut your behind into him once more. Your hand snaked down to your clit and began rubbing circles in search of relief, but Ben grabbed your wrist in his hand. “I don’t think so, love. Liars don’t get to come.”

You swallowed, and wanting to see how far you could take this, you said, “Who says I was lying?”

A blistering heat rose in Ben. “Is that so?” Releasing you from his grasp, he pushed you down in front of him and grabbed your hips. You cried out in ecstasy as he forced himself into you and immediately started pounding you so hard that you swore your eyes rolled back into head. Tears spilled down your cheeks as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, interrupted only by your cries. You whimpered his name, over and over. Ben felt your walls tighten around him and his hand connected with the flesh of your ass once again. “Tell me, Y/N. Tell me or I won’t let you come.”

You stayed silent, sure that he was bluffing, but you sobbed when he suddenly pulled out and began stroking himself with his hand. “Say it, Y/N. Who made you this wet?” He asked once again, running the fingers of his free hand between your folds.

Mascara streaming down your face, you finally relented. “You. You did Ben.”

“Not Gwil?”

“No. Only you, baby.” You had barely gotten the words out of your mouth when he plunged back into you, reassuming the same brutal pace as before. This time, he wrapped his arm around your waist to reach between your legs, circling your clit to bring you closer to the edge. His own orgasm was quickly approaching and when you finally came, you clamped down on him so tightly that the sensation of his own release prolonged your orgasm. His movements stuttered and his hands tightened their grip on your hips as he held you in place, milking every last drop of cum from his erection.

You collapsed, bringing Ben toppling down on top of you. He rolled off of you and onto his side, and you flinched as his cock slipped out of you. Ben could sense how sore you were and pulled you closer to his chest. You focused on steadying your breathing and Ben brushed the hair from your face before nuzzling his face into the back of your head.

In your post-coital haze, you weren’t thinking clearly about the potential consequences as the words “I love you” fell from your lips. Only after the words had escaped and were already hanging in the air did you realize what you’d said. You froze, waiting for his response.

Ben shifted beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. “What did you say, Y/N?”

You winced and covered your face with your hand. This was it, the rejection. You were sure of it. But instead, Ben gently took hold of your wrists and pried your hands away. “Please, say it again.”

Your heart-rate picked up and you let out a deep breath before finally repeating yourself. “I said, ‘I love you,’ Ben.” You looked up into his eyes, unable to read the intention in his face, and for the shortest moment you braced yourself for the worst. After all, he was an actor. He was already recognized frequently for his role on Eastenders, and you knew that once Bohemian Rhapsody hit theaters those one or two girls who recognized him at the store would turn into hundreds. Why would he want to tie himself down to you of all people when soon he would have women tripping over themselves to get to him? Maybe your fears had been right, maybe this was just an on-set fling.

But then the corners of Ben’s mouth tugged into the widest smile, his eyes sparkling with adoration. “You love me?” He asked, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You nodded.

“Do you love me?” You asked, and he blinked down at you incredulously.

“Do I love you?” Ben’s lips found yours, his hand that had been on your cheek moving slightly behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, but he broke the kiss. “Of course I love you, you looney!” You both giggled and he kissed your temple before settling his chin atop your head, holding you to his chest as you both drifted off to sleep.

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For Your Safety, Chapter Eight (Branjie) - Kite

Potentially spoilery authors note. 

A/N: I hope this heals some hearts tonight! Please enjoy x 

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Brooke sips her whiskey sour nervously as she settles into the luxurious leather arm chair beneath her. Even after all the times that she’s been here, she still feels self conscious. Small groups of people, mostly men, sit dotted around the room, but Brooke sits alone, wiping her sweaty palm over the material of her tight black jeans.

The lights dim and the music swells. Some of the men can be heard cheering, but most are silent with anticipation.

Then, the women walk out onto the stage.

Exotic dancers.

Brooke’s eyes flare wide and her breath hitches in her throat as the dancer she’s here to see catches her eye, then moves across the stage to dance in front of her. To dance for her. A tingle of excitement runs down her spine.

The woman is gorgeous, truly magnificent, and she knows it.

Her hands roam over her petite body as she maintains eye contact with Brooke, then she grins widely and runs her tongue seductively across her teeth. She’s toying with the hem of her shirt in a cruel, slow, tease. After a few minutes of dancing, she pulls the shirt off over her head and tosses it behind her, then somehow, in her killer heels, she manages to hop down off the stage to dance immediately in front of where Brooke sits.

She runs her hands through her long, curly brown hair and flutters her eyelashes, feigning a look of innocence that has Brooke practically clawing at the armrest of her chair. Brooke takes a long slip of her drink, never breaking eye contact.

When the dancer loses her skirt, leaving her in skimpy panties, a bra and suspenders holding up silky black stockings, Brooke is unable to keep the smirk from her face. She’s perfect. Her body, the way she moves, her fucking eyes, it’s all so captivating. The dancer moves closer to her and Brooke takes out a one hundred dollar bill from her pocket. A small price to pay for such a treat. Once she is inches away from Brooke’s chair, Brooke leans out and delicately tucks the note into the woman’s waistband, rubbing her thumb over the soft, smooth skin as she does.

Then, unexpectedly, the dancer nudges Brooke back into her chair and moves to straddle her, with her knees on the seat cushion on either side of her thighs. Brooke gasps softly. The girl takes Brooke’s drink from her hand and sets it on the small table beside her, then resumes her slow, seductive, dancing, now in Brooke’s lap.

“I bet you do this for all the girls.” Brooke teases, her breath coming out low and raspy.

The dancer smiles coyly and shakes her head. “Just the cute ones.”

“Does that mean I get to take you home tonight?” She asks leaning upwards, resisting the urge to touch her.

“Oh, I don’t know, ma’am.” The girl drawls, sending shivers down Brooke’s spine. She leans in so close that Brooke can feel her warm breath on her neck. “I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate somebody taking what belongs to her.”

Brooke’s eyes flutter shut. “God, Ness.” She moans, caving to temptation and bringing her hands to rest delicately on her thighs.

“Hi, baby.” Vanessa whispers, pulling back from the crook of her neck and flashing her a wide grin. “I didn’t know you were coming in tonight.”

“It’s been a slow night so they let me get off early.”

Brooke grazes her nails softly up the side of Vanessa’s thighs, knowing that it’s driving her wild. She’s careful to keep it light and subtle, as, if some of the bars other clients see Brooke’s hands on one of the dancers, they might get the wrong idea and start getting handsy themselves. But it’s so unbelievably hard for Brooke to have her half naked girlfriend girating in her lap and be unable to do anything about it.

“What time do you finish?” Brooke asks quietly.

Vanessa grins widely. “We can get out of here now if-“

She hasn’t even finished her sentence before Brooke is nodding quickly, smirking from ear to ear.

Vanessa gets down from Brooke’s lap, holds out her hand for Brooke to stand with her, leads her through the crowded bar then subtly through the doorway into the back.

As they navigate the corridors, Vanessa exchanges greetings with everyone they pass, making Brooke practically beam with pride. Vanessa is brimming with energy and able to make all of her friends laugh, even after hours of dancing. Seeing Vanessa with her newfound friends makes Brooke especially happy since it’s one of the many ways she’s been able to settle into life in Toronto. Brooke knows Vanessa is feeling more and more like she belongs every day.

Most of the girls know Brooke’s name too and say hello to her, which is a vast improvement from when Vanessa had started working at the bar and the girls were too weary of having a cop in the building to even give her the time of day. She’s glad that she’s managed to gain their trust over time.

“You gonna go see Nina while I change real quick?” Vanessa asks when they reach the dressing room door.

Brooke leans down to peck Vanessa’s cheek. “Sure thing baby.”

-x-

“They really like her, you know.” Nina smiles warmly from where she sits behind her desk.

Brooke chuckles. “Of course they do, she’s smoking hot.”

“Um, I meant the other girls, not the customers.” Nina smirks, raising her eyebrow.

Brooke’s face flushes red with embarrassment and she awkwardly clears her throat while Nina laughs. “Right, yes, of course.”

Brooke has known Nina since they were young girls taking dance classes together at the local community centre. Obviously, Brooke gave up on her childhood dreams of being a ballerina, but Nina took her dance skills and pursued an alternate career path. She’s now the owner of one of the most successful strip clubs in Toronto, so, when Vanessa had been struggling to find a job with her limited skill set, Brooke was glad that she’d kept in touch with her old friend.

Nina gave Vanessa a trial position as a dancer at the bar just over ten months ago and she has been here ever since.

The best thing about the job is that Vanessa is able to do something that she does incredibly well. She’s incredibly sexy and knows how to use that to her advantage. After a few lessons in dancing, she’s now able to take home a very admirable income.

Plus, Brooke can rest in the assurance that she’s safe. All of the girls look out for each other and Nina watches over them all. None of the customers are allowed to touch Vanessa, or any of the other dancers. She’s never alone with them. And she isn’t doing anything illegal, so the police can be called in an emergency. She’s safe. Knowing that is doing wonders for Brooke’s anxiety.

“Honestly though Brooke, she just lights up a room. And she’s making the bar a fuckload of money, so thank you for sending her my way.”

Brooke blushes and grins back at Nina. “She’s pretty special.”

“I’m really happy for you.” Nina says so sincerely that it makes Brooke’s heart ache. “You deserve this.”

Brooke is about to respond when she hears a loud knock at the door behind her. “I know you bitches are talkin bout me so I’m just gonna wait here till you’re done.” Vanessa yells brashly. Brooke chuckles and shakes her head affectionately. That’s her girl.

“Don’t let me keep you.” Nina tells her with a knowing smile.

Brooke thanks her quickly, promises that they can catch up properly soon, then leaves the office. She’s unable to keep the grin from her face when she sees Vanessa in the corridor. Her brown wig and heavy makeup are gone and she is wearing black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that reaches her mid thigh. She’s also swapped her stiletto heels for flat pumps, but since Brooke is wearing heels of her own, she seems much smaller.

“Come on.” Brooke grins, taking Vanessa by the hand and practically dragging her to where her car is parked in the alley behind the bar. When they reach the car, Brooke glances both ways to make sure that there is nobody around, then quickly opens the door and pulls Vanessa into the backseat.

“What are we-“ Vanessa is cut off by Brooke’s lips on hers. She’s quick to respond and she clambers into Brooke’s lap, kissing her back with equal ferocity. Brooke’s hands roam over Vanessa’s body, making up for the time spent inside being unable to touch her.

As they kiss, Brooke snakes her hands underneath Vanessa’s baggy jumper, curling one arm firmly round her waist and bringing the other up to cup her breast over her bra. Brooke moans as she realises Vanessa has changed out of her underwear from before and is now wearing her soft, white cotton bra. She can tell by the little bow in the centre, she could recognise this bra anywhere. It’s her favourite of Vanessa’s, after all.

Sure, lacy lingerie and stockings make Vanessa look like a goddess, but to Brooke, there’s nothing more sexy than simple white cotton. In her eyes, Vanessa doesn’t need anything, no lace, no frills, to enhance her natural beauty.

“You danced so good tonight, baby girl.” Brooke sighs against Vanessa’s lips between kisses, then drops her hand from around Vanessa’s waist down to cup her ass. Meanwhile, her hand on Vanessa’s breast nudges the material of her bra down so that she can toy with her nipple.

“Brooke.” Vanessa whimpers. “Please.” She grinds down in her lap for emphasis. “ Quiero que me cojas .”

Brooke never considered herself to have any kinks, until a few months ago when Vanessa begged her to be fucked in Spanish, and since then she can’t get enough of it. It’s drives her wild and the little minx knows it. “Fuck.” She breathes out. She moves her hand from Vanessa’s ass to her hip, where she dips her finger into the waistband of her leggings.  

“ Por favor, Mami.” Vanessa drops her hands to the hem of her sweater and pulls it over her head in one swift motion, then drops it, letting it fall into the footwell behind her.  

Brooke can never keep the game of teasing going for very long, she’s just about to give in, but then a bright set of headlights illuminate Vanessa’s face from behind the car.

“Fuck.” Vanessa mutters as she scrambles to get down from Brooke’s lap. Brooke hears a thump on the roof as Vanessa hits her head, causing her to curse loudly. “Fucking damnit, Mary!”

Brooke laughs as she attempts to pull Vanessa into her arms and sink down against the seat so that whoever is behind them can’t see them. Brooke is still a cop, after all, and being arrested for public indecency because they can’t keep it in their pants until they get home would be less than ideal. “Shush.” She giggles, reaching for Vanessa’s discarded sweater as the smaller woman continues to grumble and rub her head.

She feels like a high school kid getting caught making out in the backseat. It’s so exciting and naughty, she can’t help but laugh as she wraps her arms around Vanessa whilst they slump low and out of view.

After a couple of minutes of waiting and sneaking a few more soft kisses between giggles, Brooke decides that the danger of getting caught has passed. As though on queue, she hears Vanessa yawning quietly against her neck. “Time to go home?” Brooke smirks, then drops a kiss onto Vanessa’s forehead when she nods.  

Brooke leaves the backseat to get into the front, but Vanessa simply clambers over the centre console. She feels a gentle pang in her chest as she remembers the first time Vanessa was in her car, over a year and a half ago, when she’d climbed into the front seat in the same way.

Some things never change.

When she gets back into the car, she leans over and pecks Vanessa’s temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Vanessa beams back at her.

-x-

“Ness, we’re home.” Brooke tells her, shaking her softly to rouse her from her sleep. She dozed off against the window almost as soon as Brooke started driving.

Despite the fact that Vanessa loves her job, one of the problems is that dancing for hours and finishing late leaves her exhausted. Brooke tries to sign up for night shifts whenever she can, so that they can spend more time together during the day, but it still sucks.  

“Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed.”

Vanessa yawns and stretches before nodding and unclipping her seatbelt.  

Once in the apartment, they quickly set about their respective nighttime routines. Brooke clears up any mess that they’ve made whilst Vanessa puts out fresh food and water for the cats, scratching them both on the head as she does. They then shut the blinds, turn off the various outlets and lock the front door.

This is all done in relative silence as both are exhausted, but when they’re in the bathroom brushing their teeth, they stand side by side and making goofy faces at each other in the mirror.

“I think I prefer the duck egg blue to the sky blue.” Vanessa mumbles through a mouthful of toothpaste, reaching for the paint colour chart on the countertop. They’d decided to redecorate the bathroom a few weeks ago but had yet to decide on a colour of paint for the walls.

“Good choice, baby.” Honestly, Brooke can barely tell the difference between the two colours, but it’s important to Vanessa, so it’s important to her.  

When she finishes brushing her teeth, Brooke moves to stand behind Vanessa and curls her arms around her waist. She then drops her face into the crook of her neck and kisses her softly. Brooke sighs deeply in content as she looks at them in the mirror, wrapped up in each other’s arms. “I love you.” She whispers and kisses Vanessa beneath her ear.

Vanessa covers Brooke’s hands with her own and leans back into her embrace, allowing her eyes to drift shut. Vanessa then tries, and fails, to stifle a yawn. “I think it’s time for us to go to bed.” Brooke chuckles.

They aren’t in bed for more than a few moment before Vanessa’s lips are on Brooke’s. Brooke grins into her mouth, drinking in the fresh, minty taste. She flips them quickly, so that Vanessa is pinned beneath her, and deepens the kiss. Usually, there’d be some sort of build up, but the combination of making out in the car and seeing Vanessa dancing has made Brooke insatiable.

After a few minutes of kissing however, Vanessa’s movements begin to slow and she starts to kiss with a little less enthusiasm. Brooke pulls back to look at her face and sees that her eyes are closed. “What’s the matter, baby?”

Vanessa shakes her head softly. “Nothing. Keep going.” She smiles, raising slightly for another kiss.

But after only a couple more seconds, her kisses begin to slow once more.

Brooke pulls away again, only to chuckle when she realises that Vanessa is falling asleep. “You can barely keep your eyes open.” Brooke smirks, moving to lay on her side next to Vanessa, who whimpers quietly at the loss.

“I’m fine.” She mumbles drowsily.

Brooke lets out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, then pulls Vanessa closer to her. Vanessa allows herself to be moved, nestling into the crook of Brooke’s neck, draping an arm over her waist and tangling their legs together.

She’s asleep within minutes.

Brooke really should go to sleep too, or she should lay here and enjoy the feeling of Vanessa cuddled against her, but unfortunately, she can’t help but let her anxiety take over.

Logically, she knows that Vanessa is exhausted and she didn’t fall asleep on purpose, but it doesn’t stop her from feeling self conscious.

She’s not worried about the attraction aspect. They’ve been together for almost a year and can still barely keep their hands of one another. Everything is perfect in that regard. What Brooke worries about is the thought that Vanessa might be getting bored of everything else.

She’s only just turned twenty six a couple of months ago and is tied into an incredibly domestic relationship. Brooke adores it, but what if Vanessa doesn’t? What if she worries that she’s wasting her twenties decorating the bathroom and buying brita filters when she could still be young and free?

It’s bullshit, Brooke knows it. She knows that Vanessa loves their life just as much as she does. But it doesn’t stop her from spiralling.

It doesn’t stop her from reaching to the bedside table for her phone, with the intention of proving to Vanessa that they aren’t old and boring. There’s still time for them to be young and carefree.

-x-

“Ness. Wake up.” Brooke whispers, her face on the pillow, inches away from Vanessa’s.

The morning sun streams in through the gap in the curtains, casting a golden light over Vanessa’s sleeping face. Brooke has barely slept all night, keeping herself awake with all the excitement of a child on Christmas morning, so the moment she saw Vanessa first begin to stir, she couldn’t resist waking her.

“Fuck off.” Vanessa grumbles, burying her face further into the pillow.

Brooke giggles and tickles Vanessa’s side, then trails soft kisses over her bare shoulder and collar. “I have something exciting to tell you.”

“They making a sequel to The Notebook?” She aks, squinting one eye open.

“That’s what you think is exciting? You’re such a loser. I love you.”

“Shut up.” Vanessa groans, stretching out her limbs, then she snuggles into Brooke’s side.

Brooke shakes her shoulder gently then tickles behind her ear. “Don’t go back to sleep. I meant it, I have something exciting to tell you.”

“This better be damn good, Mami, or I will whoop your ass for waking me up.” She murmurs into Brooke’s neck.

“We’re going to Aruba.”

Vanessa moves back just enough to raise her eyebrow skeptically at Brooke. “Right now?”

Brooke laughs and swats her arm playfully. “No not right now… next week.”

“Wait, bitch are you serious?”

“Completely serious.”

Vanessa sits up, now looking a lot more awake. “Like serious, serious? For real? We’re actually going to Aruba next week?”

Brooke nods and grins back at her, relishing in the sudden look of pure joy on her face. Vanessa beams, shaking her head in disbelief. “Why?”

“Think of it as an early anniversary present.”

“When did you-”

“I booked it last night. I wanted to surprise you but I couldn’t wait.”

“Damn, Brooky, couldn’t keep that shit a secret for even two minutes, could you?” Vanessa laughs loudly, tickling Brooke’s side. She nudges Brooke back into the mattress, peppering her with kisses, but then she pulls back again. “Wait, what about work?”

“The Sergeant owes me a favour for all the night shifts I’ve been covering, and I’ve already text Nina for you. It’s all taken care of. We’re going on vacation baby.”

-x-

“You’d better get that damn camera out of my face I swear to god.” Brooke grumbles as she checks her seatbelt for the fifteenth time. The air hostess has just finished the safety announcements, which were essentially just a list of all the ways that they could die on this flight, so Brooke’s anxiety is wreaking havoc on her mind.

Brooke hates flying, she always has. She doesn’t see the appeal of being crammed inside a metal tube that’s hurling at five hundred miles per hour through the sky. Vanessa, on the other hand, has been a bundle of excitement since they left the apartment four hours previously. Usually, she loves Vanessa’s energy and enthusiasm for life, but right now, all Brooke can focus on is the location of the closest emergency exit.

Plus, it’s six thirty in the morning.

“One more.” She pleads, flashing Brooke her best puppy dog eyes.

“One.” Brooke pouts, burying her face in the Vanessa’s shoulder when she tries to take the selfie.

“Brooke, you can’t even see your face in this picture, I gotta take it again.”

“Damn it Ness! This has got to be the hundredth photo you’ve taken this morning. Can’t we have one undocumented moment of this fucking trip?”  

Vanessa’s smile falters momentarily and Brooke cringes as she regrets her harsh tone, then Vanessa lets out a short sigh as she smiles with her face full of understanding. “You take your xanax before we left?” She asks quietly, taking Brooke’s hand and rubbing her thumb over the knuckles.

Brooke lets out a deep breath and rubs her free hand over her face. “I did, but I don’t think it’s kicked in yet. Sorry for being an asshole.”

Vanessa shrugs and curls into Brooke’s side. “Its okay, I’ll try and tone it down until after the flight.”

Brooke shakes her head quickly. “No, you’re excited, you shouldn’t have to tone that down. I’m excited too, just feeling a little blehhgh.” She makes a noise like the verbalisation of a shrug combined with a grimace, but luckily Vanessa is fluent in Brooke.

“I know, baby.” She smirks, lacing their fingers together.

Brooke takes a few deep breaths to try and regain her focus, then turns to Vanessa with a smile. “How about we try taking that last photo again?”

-x-

The first thing Brooke does when they reach the room is take a shower to get rid of the grimy feeling that travelling always seems to give her, so that she can start to relax. But when she exits the bathroom, she sees that the entire contents of Vanessa’s case is strewn across the bedroom. Vanessa has a very different idea of relaxation.

Brooke crosses the room, traversing the various items of clothing on the floor. “Jesus Ness, how many swimsuits did you bring?” From the looks of it, Vanessa will be wearing nothing but swimsuits all week, not that Brooke would mind that.

She sees Vanessa on the balcony. The mid afternoon sun bounces off her hair and illuminates her skin, and the sheer kaftan that she’s wearing is just translucent enough to show an outline of her bikini underneath. Brooke’s breath hitches in her throat as she walks to Vanessa and wraps an arm around her waist from behind, holding up her towel with the other.

She’s incredibly glad that she paid more for a room with a sea view. It couldn’t be more perfect.

Vanessa turns in Brooke’s embrace, so that they’re facing one another, then unashamedly drags her eyes down the length of Brooke’s body. “Hi.” She whispers, dropping one hand to Brooke’s waist and bringing up the other to trace patterns on her exposed collarbones.

“Hi.” Brooke says softly back.

“You feelin better?”

Brooke nods and sighs deeply as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind Vanessa’s ear. “So much better.”

At that, Vanessa smirks devilishly. “This balcony is might private. I don’t think nobody is seeing what’s going on up here.”

“It sure is.” Brooke grins, running her tongue slowly over her teeth.

“So if I do… this” She swipes at Brooke’s towel, pulling it from her body and letting it drop to the floor. “Nobody can see.”

“Nobody but you, baby.” Brooke whispers, leaning down to kiss her.

Their kiss heats up quickly and Vanessa begins shedding her clothes as they step backwards towards the conveniently located double sunbed behind them. They tumble onto it together in a passionate frenzy of lips on lips, lips on skin, skin on skin.

Maybe it’s something about the sea air, or the excitement of being on vacation, but they went from zero to one hundred in an instant.

It’s tantalizing.

-x-

“Fuck.” Vanessa breathes out as she lays on her back, looking up at the sky.

Brooke kisses back up the length of her body and settles down beside her. “That good?” She teases and tickles Vanessa’s side as she tries to catch her breath.

She nods between pants, grinning widely.

They lay together, basking in the sunlight for what seems like an eternity, until Brooke eventually decides that they ought to make the most out of their vacation. “How about we get dressed up and hit the clubs later?”

Vanessa looks at her sceptically. “The clubs? You hate clubbing.”

“No I don’t!” Brooke says, probably too defensively. “Please, baby. I want to.”

Vanessa shakes her head and chuckles, then shrugs. “I guess so.”

Brooke doesn’t hate clubbing, she just isn’t a fan of excessive drinking and sweaty, over crowded dance floors. She’s certain she can enjoy it for one night, since she’s so desperate to prove to Vanessa that she can be young and fun still. She knows that she doesn’t need to and that it’s just a needless goal she’s set herself based on anxiety fuelled over thinking, but it doesn’t stop her from being determined.

She quickly realises whilst they’re out that she’s made a mistake. Sure, she’s enjoying the mixture of tropical cocktails and Vanessa is making her laugh so hard she keeps snorting, but she’s also exhausted. Her feet are sore in her heels, the edges of the room are faintly spinning and the beat from the music is ringing in her ears. She’d much rather be hanging out in a quiet bar with Vanessa rather than this club.

God, if Vanessa knows that, she will think Brooke is such a loser.

So Brooke forces herself to keep going. To keep dancing. Keep drinking.

Shots. Followed by more cocktails. Then shots again.

“Did you know tequila is the the only alcohol that isn’t a depressant.” She slurs into Vanessa’s ear after they finish another shot each.

Vanessa laughs loudly back, resting her hand on Brooke’s chest. “Hoe, you told me that like six times now.” She yells over the music.

“Oh.” Brooke pouts, then sees Vanessa grinning so bursts out laughing too. She isn’t even sure what they’re laughing at, they’re just giggling uncontrollably, holding onto each other like they’re the only two people in the world.

Brooke buries her nose in Vanessa’s hair, inhaling the scent of their fruity shampoo. “You smell pretty.” She hears herself slurring, but she doesn’t register saying the actual words. Weird.

“You drunk as fuck, Mami.”

Brooke shakes her head. Or at least, she thinks she’s shaking her head. The room is spinning so much it’s hard to tell. “No you’re drunk.” She retorts, like a petulant child, causing Vanessa to erupt into brash, gravelly laughter once more.

“I can’t argue with that.” She yells over the music.

“We should… get more alcohol?” Brooke suggests with a grin. “And more tequila. Did you know tequ-”

“Don’t you start that shit again.” Vanessa cuts her off before she has the chance to finish her fact. Brooke sticks out her lower lip in frustration. “One more shot.” Vanessa grins, tickling her side.

One more shot turns into two. Then three.

Brooke hasn’t been this drunk in years. It’s so liberating. Nothing else in the world matters. Nothing in Aruba matters. Nothing in the club matters. Just the feeling of Vanessa’s body pressed up against hers as they sway messily in time with the music.

Vanessa is her whole world.

“I love you. You’re my favourite person.” Brooke yells over the noise, leaning in close to Vanessa’s ear.

Then gradually, the sounds and lights around her fade to nothing.

-x-

When Brooke wakes up, the first thing that hits her is her blinding headache. She tries to move her hand up to press against her forehead but the motion makes her stomach churn. It’s too bright to open her eyes. Her mouth is as dry as sandpaper.

She may genuinely be dying.

“Morning sunshine.” She hears Vanessa’s booming voice somewhere in the room. Brooke groans in response.

She stretches out her legs, only to realise she is wearing shoes, so she forces herself to finally open her eyes. Vaguely, she recognises their hotel room, then looks down and sees she’s still wearing her dress from the night before. She groans once more and rolls over to bury her face in the pillow. “I’m dying.”

She hears Vanessa laugh as she walks across the room, followed by the sound of something being set down on the nightstand. “You aint dying, Mami, you hungover.”

“I’ve been hungover before, this is not a hangover. It’s death.”

Vanessa laughs again and Brooke feels the bed dip beside her, then Vanessa’s hand softly petting her hair. “You gotta drink this water.”

Brooke takes a few deep breaths so that she can be sure she won’t throw up, then turns round to face Vanessa. She’s wearing a matching pyjama shirt and shorts set, and looks as fresh a daisy. Brooke grimaces as she realises how awful she must look. Gratefully, she takes the water from Vanessa and takes three long gulps.

When she’s finished, Brooke sets the water back on the table, wipes her mouth ungracefully with the back of her hand, and flops back down onto the bed. “What happened last night?” She groans, dreading the answer.

She looks up and Vanessa chuckles. “You just had too much to drink, baby, that’s all.” She moves a little closer and presses the back of her hand against Brooke’s forehead. “You feeling okay?”

Brooke can only grimace and shake her head in response.

“You might feel better after a shower.”

The idea of moving from the bed sounds like the worst thing ever, but she also feels disgustingly sweaty and sticky and desperately needs a wash, so reluctantly, she agrees. Once in the bathroom, she winces at her disheveled state in the mirror and Vanessa laughs loudly as she comes to unzip her dress.

“Why am I still wearing this thing?” She grumbles as she toes off her shoes and lets Vanessa nudge her straps off her shoulders.

Vanessa looks up at her through the mirror and quirks her eyebrow with a grin. “You don’t remember?”

Brooke shakes her head and tugs her bottom lip between her teeth to chew on it nervously.

“Bitch you were slapping my hands away all crazy like, telling me you got a girlfriend so I wasn’t allowed to undress you.”

Brooke’s cheeks burn red with embarrassment. “Oh god.” She groans.

Vanessa laughs and nudges her playfully. “Drunk Brooke sure is loyal, that’s for sure.”

“Hey, sober Brooke is loyal too!”

“Yeah but like, drunk Brooke is extra loyal. Even when you were so out of it you couldn’t recognise my face you were still thinking bout me.”

“I’m always thinking about you.” Brooke tells her softly. Genuinely.

Once in the shower, Brooke begins to feel the grime of her hangover drift away. Vanessa leans up on her toes to wash Brooke’s hair and cover her chest and neck with kisses, and Brooke all but purrs in content. She tries not to think about how embarrassed she is about not only getting blackout drunk, but being the only one to have a terrible hangover.

Afterwards, they wrap themselves up in the largest towels they can find and head out to the balcony, where they lay tangled together, baking under the mid morning sun.

“Last night was different.” Vanessa laughs. She lays on her back with Brooke’s head on her chest and traces delicate patterns on her back.

“Good different?”

Vanessa chuckles again. “I had fun.”

Brooke can sense Vanessa is holding something back, so she worries that maybe it’s because she’s embarrassed. Or maybe she realises that Brooke is a complete loser who can’t handle her drink properly.  Either way, it brings that sickening anxious feeling to the pit of her stomach.

“We could go out again tonight, if you want?”

Vanessa sighs deeply. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. What do you mean?” Brooke stammers. Vanessa untangles herself from Brooke’s arms and sits up, so Brooke props herself up a little too. Brooke’s eyebrows furrow with worry and she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth.

“All this.” Vanessa gestures around them. “Booking a vacation without planning it first. Getting drunk then tryna go out and do it again, even though your ass been dying all morning. This isn’t you.”

She doesn’t really know why, but tears spring to the corner of Brooke’s eyes. “It can be me, if you want it to be.” She says, her voice barely above a whisper.  

“What?”

“I can be fun and spontaneous. I’m not old.”

Vanessa laughs loudly and Brooke’s face is flush with embarrassment. She’s about to get up to go back inside when Vanessa grabs her wrist. “No, baby, I’m not laughing at you.” She says through giggles. “But that’s what this is about? You think you’re old?”

“Too old for you.” Brooke murmurs and suddenly Vanessa’s face is a little more serious.

She’s sighs and leans in to cup Brooke’s cheek with her hand. “What’s brought this on?”

Brooke shrugs and looks away, desperately trying not to cry. “We’re just so domestic and comfortable now. I don’t want you to get bored.”

Vanessa shakes her head and smiles in disbelief. “Brooke, do you think that if I wanted to spend my life drinking and acting the fool and doing stupid shit that I would’ve fallen in love with you? I love our life. Nothing is more exciting to me than picking out tile patterns for our bathroom or taking care of our kitties. I never thought I would get a life like this.” She’s stops speaking when she sees Brooke crying, and pulls her tightly against her chest. “It’s okay, baby.”

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You were thinking that you’ve got to do all kinda shit to make me happy, when all I ever need to make me happy is you.” She kisses Brooke’s forehead gently. “I just want to spend the rest of this vacation with the real you, okay?”

“Okay.”

And that’s exactly what they do.

They visit the open air spa and get luxurious massages. They have long, gentle strolls along the beach, taking photographs and picking up interesting sea shells. They visit the local village in the day time, then spend the evenings curled up in each other’s arms on the sunbed of their balcony, watching the sunset on the horizon.

And they talk, really talk, finding out new things about each other every day. All the little things that they haven’t learnt over the past year.

It’s perfect.

Brooke never wants it to end.  

On their last evening, Brooke sits with her back propped up against pillows on the sunbed, with Vanessa’s head in her lap. She fell asleep almost an hour ago and Brooke has been playing with her hair ever since, weaving her fingers through the strands and dragging her nails gently over her scalp, in the way that she knows she loves.  

Idly, she tries to think about her life before Vanessa, but she genuinely can’t remember what it was like. Who did she talk to when she couldn’t sleep at 4am? How did she spend her weekends? Where did she channel all the intense, unconditional love she feels burning inside of her?

This has been the best year of her life.

Way back when they met, Brooke could’ve taken a different turning and never seen Vanessa on that street corner. Or when she was getting worked up about their relationship, if Vanessa wasn’t so resilient, she could’ve pushed her away for good. The thought just doesn’t bare thinking about.

On some level, Brooke likes to believe that even if things would’ve worked out differently in the beginning, they still would’ve ended up where they are now. She’s never been a big believer in astrology or fate, but maybe she can get on board with the idea that two people destined to be together will always find their way to one another, no matter the difficulties.

Brooke and Vanessa are perfect for one another. They balance each other. They complete each other.

After a little while, Brooke notices Vanessa stir as she starts to wake up. Her eyes twitch and Brooke strokes her cheek with the pad of her thumb as she comes to. When her eyes open, there’s a very brief flicker of confusion, but then she catches Brooke’s eye and her lips form a huge, dopey grin.

Her eyes are heavy with sleep, but still she smiles, flashing her perfect white teeth.

It’s breathtaking.

Brooke realises in that moment that she could never, ever, love anyone more.  

“Marry me?”

“What?” Vanessa mumbles sleepily.  

She didn’t hear her. Brooke could say something different, it’s her chance to take it back. To make sure this is what she really wants. They’ve only been together for a year, it’s way too soon to propose.  

No.

This is right. It feels right.

Brooke is certain.

“Marry me?” She asks again, more assuredly this time.

Vanessa’s grin widens and shakes her head in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

Brooke sits up properly and Vanessa follows, so that they are cross legged in front of one another, with their fingers linked in the middle.

“I didn’t plan this. I don’t have a ring, but I’ll get you one the minute we get home. Any ring you want.”

Fuck. She’s rambling about the ring and Vanessa hasn’t even said yes yet.

“I love you.” She continues. “I love our life. And I know we haven’t been together long, but I will never love anyone as much as I love you. I’m so fucking sure about this. So, Vanessa Mateo, will you-“

“Yes!” Vanessa blurts out, then crashes their lips together.

Of course Vanessa would be too excited to let Brooke finish the question.

Brooke wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Imagine: Being a succubus and Dean falling for you [part I]

When Dean Winchester parked the Impala in front of the crummy hotel in Las Vegas, he never thought he and Sam would ever come here because of a case. Dean always dreamt of coming here to gamble and drink the night away and maybe go home with some girls, but as always fate had other plans. The disappearance of several men, all of whom had visited the same strip club led the boys to believe a supernatural creature was behind it. Upon hearing the words strip club, Dean was more than happy to accept the job and soon enough, he was ready and waiting to head to the location.

"What are we gonna do now?" Sam asked, when the two entered their room after checking in first. "I think its more than obvious." Dean answered with an all knowing look, making Sam roll his eyes. "At least try to take this seriously." He scolded. "What do you mean?" Dean laughed "Look how eager I am to start hunting some scum." Sam raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest "I see you're eager but I doubt its because of the hunting." He scoffed.

The strip club was located a bit further than the main street, in an alleyway. It was a large building with a flashing bright pink name above the door in handwritten letters "Show 'n tail". "The hell kind of name is that?" Sam scoffed slightly. Dean shrugged and stepped up to the leather-coated doors, pushing them open. The lobby was dimly lit with red lights. A coffee table and two round leather couches were put against the right side of the wall. The boys were met with a tough looking guard in a black T-shirt, jeans and sunglasses, who stood up to them, holding a folder and a pen in his hands. He was even taller than Sam! The situation was almost comedic. The boys were dressed as FBI agents and a strip club was the last place you would find FBI agents. "Names?" The man asked in a gruff voice. Dean pulled out his badge with a smirk and showed it to the grunt. "You can read them off our badges, sir. This is an investigation." He said in a pretended polite tone. Sam followed his lead and showed his badge as well. The man looked taken-aback and immediately stepped aside to let them in. "Of course, welcome."

The bar itself was even darker with the only lightsources being the flashing red and white lights on the stage and several wall lamps around the entire place, throwing a dim, red illumination on the people sitting on the tables next to the wall. The music was so loud, Sam could barely hear himself think. Girls in lingerie walked around the tables, holding trays, full of glasses and all sorts of alcohol. A young woman, no more than twenty-five, dressed in a skimpy devil outfit was dancing on the stage, sliding and spinning gracefully on a pole while men beneath the stage gawked at her. “Dean!” Sam scolded, nudging his brother rather roughly in the ribs with his elbow “Concentrate!” Dean jumped slightly, exiting the trance he was under by the girl on the pole. “Fine, fine.” They stopped one of the waitresses and asked her about the location of the manager. She directed them to a door, which said “Staff only” on it and told them the office was at the end of the corridor.

The boys entered the small corridor with five other doors, which were mostly dressing rooms and knocked on the one at the end of the corridor which said “Manager”. Being met with a female voice telling them to come in, the two were puzzled, but nonetheless entered and were surprised to see a woman, dressed in a knee-length black dress with a dark red velvet jacket over it and the same color high heels. "Can I help you gentlemen?" She asked with a silky voice and a smile on her lips.

Sam and Dean shared a look and after a long moments, Dean spoke up "We're here to investigate the disappearance of the eight men who visited this bar. If you could provide any information, it would be a great help to us." The woman stood up from the chair she sat on and walked around her desk "What can I say. Its a tragedy. They were frequently here and its sad to lose them, but unfortunately I don't know anything else about the men." She said. The brothers shared another distrusting look and she must have noticed it, because she quickly added "Hundreds of men come and go every day. I can't remember them all and I especially can't know the names of everyone. Ask my girls. They should know more." Dean nodded "And how long has this bar been around?" He asked again. "Two years. Maybe three. I've been in charge for just three months." The woman answered. "And what happened to the previous owner?" Sam stepped closer to her. "My father is deceased." She stated coldly, indicating that Sam had opened a wound "He left whatever he had to me."

The two were taken aback slightly from her sudden hostility and Dean quickly stepped in "We are sorry to hear that. We have just one more question for you." Their eyes met and for the slightest moment, Dean forgot what he was actually going to say. She was beautiful, aluring... almost godly. "When... Did the disappearances start occuring?" He asked quietly, still in a trance from her intense gaze. The woman was trying hard not to smirk. "Two weeks." She answered. Sam noticed his gawking brother and shot him a disappointed look, before ending the conversation hurriedly to prevent Dean from actually asking her out and blowing their cover. "Well... Thank you for your help. If you see or hear anything suspicious, do give us a call." He said, giving her a card with their numbers on it. "Will do..." She glanced at it, then looked back to them with a smirk "Agent Bradley... Agent Cooper."

"Hey, Sam." Dean started when they were out of the office. "I was thinking..." But Sam cut him off with a sigh "No." He stated coldly. Dean rolled his eyes but continued anyway "So I was thinking maybe after all this is over," he looked to the door, where her name was written under the title "I could ask Y/N out and maybe build something more lasting with her, ya know? Move in together, make a family..." Sam stared at him with shock and disbelief "I can tell a girl like her is the kind you don't let go." Dean smiled, daydreaming about his future. Sam scoffed "And what? You're gonna run a strip club together?" He asked mockingly. "I'd be lying of I say I never thought of that before." Yet again, Sam looked at him disbelieving what his brother was saying and straight out laughed "You're impossible."

After asking around the club, they found out that the men all had the same dreams about a beautiful woman every night until their disappearances several days later. Dean decided he was going to stay in the club to "investigate further" which really meant drinking and watching the dancers. He ordered himself a whiskey and joined in the pack of men beneath the stage.

As time flew and glass after glass, the whiskey finally kicked in and he could barely think straight anymore. Suddenly, a hand gently tapped his shoulder, drawing his attention. It was Y/N. "Agent." She smiled "What a surprise to see you." Dean scoffed "Yeah, well..." He slurred "Thought I'd take a break. This job is difficult." Her image was blurry. "I would never even doubt it. I understand how hard it is to catch criminals on a daily basis." She answered in a sweet voice. "Oh, you have no idea what monsters exist in this world." Dean riddled, downing yet another glass. "Join me for a drink, if you have the time." She offered. "For you, I'd always find time." Dean smiled, making her smirk devilishly.

Secluding themselves on a table, the two engaged in conversation, starting in how she decided to run this club alone. "Oh, like I said, my father owned it before but his dying wish was for it to be run by a capable and trusted person. How could I say no to his dying wish?" She answered sadly. "I understand..." Dean said. He never stopped watching her. She spoke, but he was too intoxicated by the alcohol and her beauty to really hear her. "...and sometimes I'm very scared that bad people might hurt me..." She stated dramatically, going closer to him "But I'm sure someone brave and strong like you will protect me." She wrapped her arms around him "You're everything I ever wanted. And you will protect me, won't you, agent?" Their lips were inches apart "You can call me Dean." He murmured, forgetting all precautions and leaning closer to her "Dean." She repeated sensually. "I'll protect you." He stated absentmindedly.

After spending hours looking through the Internet back in the motel, Sam found out that a succubus was behind the disappearances. Little did he know that they had already met the succubus and she was after Dean next... The owner of the bar seemed quite suspicious to him, so he decided to check some information about her. He looked through all the databases of the FBI, the local police station, records from the bar itself but found nothing. The previous owner did have the same last name as her, but he didn't have a daughter and was never married. He had died about the same time Y/N stepped in as manager and it was all under mysterious circumstances. Even more mysterious was the fact that so many people disappeared in such a short range of time, witnesses stated they had dreams about a woman they fell in love with and Dean suddenly found himself in love from first glance. "Dean..." Sam murmured to himself. "I hope you're not with who I think you are..."

The entire night, Dean never stopped dreaming about the woman he met earlier. They were living the life Dean described. Y/N had seduced him multiple times during the dream and with every time, he felt weaker and weaker. In the morning, he barely had the strength to get out of bed. His head was spinning and even talking caused a bigger strain than he thought. Sam was up for what looked like hours and when he heard Dean groan in pain, his expression turned into a worried one, though he tried to hide it. "Bad hangover?" He asked. "You won't believe." Dean answered with a scoff. "But I'd handle all the hangovers in the world for a night like that again." It didn't take Sam long to catch on "Y/N?" He asked and Dean nodded. "Got any leads on the case?" He changed the subject. "Succubus." Sam answered "And I suspect its someone who works in the bar." He was testing the waters before telling the truth. "Yeah. What better suspect than a stripper, huh?" Dean answered. "No, Dean. A succubus isn't that stupid. Its someone unlikely." Sam hinted. "Well, its not the bodyguard!" Dean stated with a disgusted look. Sam sighed and rubbed his temples "I'm just gonna break it to you. I think its Y/N."

The statement made Dean forget about the hangover. He sat up straight and looked at his brother disbelievingly "No way! She can't be." Sam realized she had bewitched him already.

[turntwriting]

Tyler Seguin Imagine- Heartbreak Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Pairing: Tyler Seguin x reader

Warning: Mention of alcohol, cursing, heartbreak

I shouldn’t have come; I should have just stayed home and sent my congratulations to the lovely couple. No, no this was your best friend. You need to be here. So many different thoughts flooded through my mind as I walked into Jamie and Katie’s engagement party. Katie helped me so much after me and Tyler broke up. She would come over and just talk, watch movies and get wine drunk with me. Without her help, I would not have been able to get through these last four months. I needed to do these.

As I walked through the doors I was a sea of familiar faces. I looked down as I walked trying to avoid eye contact with everyone, but as I moved through the crowed I felt everyone’s eyes on me.  I need a drink and I need it right now. I reached the open bar glancing around to find a bartender to order my drink, but it wasn’t a bartender that caught my eye. There he was at the other end of the bar. He stood there, tall and clean cut. He wore a dark blue suit; the same one he wore when we went out to dinner for our one year anniversary. Damn did it look good on him, his shirt hugged him just right showing off the outline of his abs. I looked away trying to blink the tears away that started to form in my eyes.

“What can I get for ya?” a very cheery bartender asked me.

“What’s the strongest thing you got?” I needed something to help take the pain away that I started to feel in my chest.

“I can get you a shot of tequila.” I nodded moving my gaze to the damp bar top in front me of.

The shot was placed before me with a lime wedge on the side. Without thinking I tipped my head back swallowing the contents of the shot glass. I quickly popped the lime wedge between my teeth and bit down, easing the bitter taste in my mouth. I placed the wedge in the empty shot glass and slid it towards the bartender. I turned to leave the bar before I get to carried away, but I froze in my spot.

Her. His arm. That smile. That laugh. It was her. Tyler was standing next to the girl he cheated on me with. She wore a skimpy black dress showing off her figure, hair lightly curled hair falling over her shoulders. His arm was wrapped around her waist and he was smiling.  The sight in front of me was like a stab right to my heart. My legs became weak, unable to hold my weight anymore. The tears started to form again and this time I didn’t try and blink them away as they started to slid down my cheeks. I collapsed on the bar stool next to me swirling around so I was now facing the bar again.

“Would you like another shot?” I looked up seeing the same bartender as before giving me a sad smile.

“y-yes,” I mumbled out, barley holding myself together. I cannot fucking believe this. I haven’t seen Tyler in four months, and he is now fucking dating the girl he cheated on me with. He did love her, more than me. I lost the love of my life to a cheating whore.

“Are you okay?” The bartender asked as she placed the shot in front of me. I shook my head as I placed the glass to my lips.

“Here’s to heartbreak.” I opened my mouth pouring the liquid in.

“Honey you’re going to need a lot more than two shots to get over a heartbreak.”

“Then keep them coming.” I popped the lime in my mouth and before I removed it my shot glass was filled again. This is a huge mistake, but so was coming tonight. This is going to be a long evening.

                                              ______________________

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, his voice frustrated as he sat down on the pavement. As I giggled his face relaxed.

“That’s a naughty word.”

“What is? Fuck?”

“Shh!” I sat down beside him and placed my hand over his mouth. His lips formed a smile as he removed it, lacing his fingers with mine. It started to drizzle, it was 3am in the morning and yet here we were.

The roof was completely empty, the bass of the music causing a slight vibration through the floor. Alcohol ran through my veins, acting as my confidence, my warmth and my stability in this situation. His eyes burned holes into mine and I let a smile cover my face. He looked pretty. Tyler always looked pretty.

“You look pretty.” His smile fell slightly, face flashing with an emotion that was unreadable. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then stopped, smiling again.

“You look drunk.” A giggle escaped my lips once again at his words

“I know I am and it’s great.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He shook his head slightly, smiling down at his lap and I held his hand tighter.

“Why aren’t you drunk, Tyler?”

“Because I have to take care of you, (Y/n).” I furrowed my eyebrows and pulled my hand out of his.

“I don’t need you to take care of me anymore.” My words came out like venom.

A silence took over the atmosphere as Tyler looked at me. He looked hurt, uncomfortable, even awkward. I leaned my back against the wall, ignoring the way the bricks scraped at my skin and crossed my arms.

“(Y/n) please don’t do this.” I chose not to respond as he shuffled next to me. “I was surprised you came tonight.”

“Surprised?” I slurred, turning to face him. “Like, bad surprised?”

The smile returned to his face as he cautiously placed a hand on my thigh. “No, (Y/n). Very good surprised actually.”

I chuckled to myself turning my gaze to roof top, watching the rain hit it.

“What?” Tyler asked curious as he followed me gaze leaning closer to me.

“Nothing,” I slurred my words again, suddenly laughing more.

“No go on, share what’s funny!”

Exploding into fits of unexplainable, drunken laughter, I leaned into him. His hands found their way to my waist as he began to tickle me and I fell back against the wet roof. His face hovered above mine, only a centimeter between us. Everything in me wanted to kiss him. To feel his plumped, soft lips against mine for the first time in months. I was absolutely desperate just to feel something again. To feel anything put pain again. His breathing slowed, lips parted slightly. I moved my hands to his hair and he tightened his grip around my waist.

“I miss you, Tyler.” His eyes fluttered shut as if I had struck him in the gut.

“Fuck.” Tyler pulled his lower lip between his teeth, biting down hard on it.

“What?”

“(Y/n), you have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now.”

“So why don’t you?”

“(Y/n)-” Tyler started before I cut him off.

“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to his lips and he gasped, his eyes burning holes into mine. “Don’t think, Tyler. Just do.”

“I can’t, (Y/n). I have a girlfriend. You know I do and I can’t do this to her.” My blood ran cold. Fighting back tears I pushed him off me and stood up, stumbling towards the elevator in my heels. Tyler grabbed my hand. “(Y/n), wait-”

“NO!” I span around instantly, and before I knew it my hand was striking across his face. He stumbled back, holding his cheek and I let the tears fall.

“I deserved that.” Tyler nodded as he rubbed his cheek.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME TYLER?” I screamed, tears running freely down my cheeks. “FOR THREE WHOLE FUCKING MONTHS YOU CHEATED ON ME AND IT WAS FINE! BUT NOW YOU HAVE THE MORALS? NOW YOU KNOW IT’S FUCKING WRONG?”

“(Y/n), I’m sorry-” he stepped towards me and I screamed, shocking him as I never screamed like this at him before.

“No. No don’t you dare come near me. Don’t you dare come closer, and tell me it’s okay, and make me love you even more. You’re a liar. That’s all you are a dirty little liar and a fucking cheat.”

“I know (Y/n), I know.” He sobbed, looking away from me. I felt my heart shatter inside my rib cage. I really shouldn’t have come tonight, and yet I did. I told myself I needed to come for Katie, but deep down I knew I came to see Tyler. What a fucking mistake.

“You know I came to see you tonight. That’s the only reason I came.” I whispered to him breaking the silence.

“(Y/n) why would you do that to yourself?”

“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU TYLER!” I raised my voice louder than before.

“WHY, (Y/N)? AFTER EVERYTHING I DID WHY DO YOU STILL INSIST ON PUTTING YOURSELF THROUGH THIS?” Tyler raised his voice, frustration and angry flashed through his eyes.

“BECAUSE YOU’RE MY EVERYTHING TYLER! I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I CAN’T CHANGE THAT!” I fell to the ground, letting myself hit the concrete as I hyperventilated. Alcohol and heartbreak is never a good mix, ever. But these are the feelings I’ve been suppressing for so damn long, and I need to let them out. On this cold, late night, my words will fly into the Dallas air and they will leave me, and that seems perfect to me. I don’t want to carry these feelings anymore, its toxic, and it hurts.

Tyler ran towards me, holding me in his strong arms. “(Y/n), we need to get you inside and get you home.”

“No, please Tyler!” I cried, holding onto him. “You can’t leave me, not again.” He closed his eyes, wiping away his own tears. “You said forever Tyler.”

“I know I did (Y/n) and I did mean it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you. But look at you (Y/n), you’re broken, and it’s my fault and I can’t do this to you again. You need to forget about me (Y/n).”

I took control of my breathing as my sobs slowed. His arms tightened around me and I buried my face in his neck. “I know I do, Tyler. I know, but I can’t.”

“You have to.”

“You’re right,” I nodded pulling away from embrace and standing up. “I have to go.” I turned, stumbling towards the elevator using the wall as balance.

“WAIT,” Tyler called back causing me to turn around. With his head down he walked back over to me at a rapid past.

“What Tyler, we both agreed it’s best for me to go.”

���I lied,” Tyler reached out grabbing my waist pulling me into him. “I don’t want you to go,” Tyler put his hand behind my neck pulling my lips to his. My hand found their way Tyler’s hair holding him to me as out lips moved in sync. After a few seconds of his lips realization hit, this is the man that broke my heart, he cheated on me and broke up with me to date the same girl. I pulled away from the kiss taking a few steps back from him.

“Why-why did you do that?” I choked out, trying to not fall backwards as my whole body shook with shock.  

“Because I don’t want to let you go,”

“Tyler you already lost me. I still love you, I do. A part of me wished I would come here and we would fix this, but you’re with her. You were right you did break me, and I need to forget about you.” I didn’t realize I was crying until Tyler brought is hand to my check wiping away the fallen tears.

“You’re forgetting something (Y/n), I might have broke you, but I can fix you, fix us,” Tyler placed his lips back onto mine kissing me softly. He pulled away looking me in the eyes. What do I do? Do I forgive Tyler and give him another chance, or turn my back and leave him in my past? I felt dizzy, and my knees became weak again. All the alcohol left in my system rushed to my head. I felt my legs give out as fell to the cold wet floor, feeling alone and unsure of anything anymore. I loved Tyler, but how can I trust him, how can I forgive him. So many thoughts rushed through my head. I made eye contact with Tyler, worry written all over his face. I smiled at him with the little strengths I had left. The only thing I know for certain is, Tyler Seguin will either be the light of my life or the darkness that kills me. That was the last thought before I passed out.

[laillakat]

Bad Reputation Part One

This story revolves around revenge porn and a mental breakdown, inspired by victims of online abuse. Often times police and social media outlets do nothing to prevent this crime from occurring. Stay safe. Trigger Warning.

Irineva sobbed into her pillow, forgoing the homework she had piling up on her desk. Mariel was on her side of the dorm room, pretending to not notice her roommate's mental breakdown. Of course the perfect angel would leave Irineva to her emotions.

The red head succubus continued to cry, washing away her makeup. It wasn't until she felt the gentle glow of Mariel's white aura she started to calm down. "Are you going to yell at me again for being loud?" Irineva sniffled, wiping her nose on her shirt sleeve.

Mariel smiled, running her slim fingers through her golden locks. She had the beauty of a princess. "I suppose I could, but that wouldn't be productive, would it? Can I see your portal?"

"No," the stubborn hellion hissed. "It's over, no fixing it. The fact that you even heard of this just proves how far it's spread. You're never involved in drama so for you to know everything going... Everyone knows about it. My life is ruined."

Mariel rolled her eyes. "Revenge porn is a crime, you know that right? You can take this to—"

Irineva swatted Mariel away from her bed. Sitting up, the angel had to choke back a scream. The demoness had mascara and eyeliner running down her red skin, lipstick smudged to her chin. "Don't you think I know that? I tried to call the police and the campus police but they said it was a civil matter, nothing more. There was no true crime committed so they said they wouldn't do anything. I reported it online and they took it down but by that time it was too late."

Mariel sighed, receding to her side of their joint room. "No one said college life was easy... Have you closed the account?"

"Yes." Irineva began to pace the shoebox, feeling her heart pound, chest tighten. "My head feels fuzzy."

Mariel bit her lip, sending a message on her portable portal. "I can't stay for much longer. I have class... But I don't think you need to be alone right now. My brother will be here soon. If you feel suicidal, he can take you to a mental health facility. I don't trust you alone and I don't trust your.... friends."

Irineva balled her hands into tight fists, ready to scream. She wanted to pull all her hair out. Her skin felt dirty and now she couldn't even be alone to soak in her own misery. "I just wanna lay in bed and eat my cereal."

Mariel grabbed her purse, stopping at the door. "So do that, but my brother isn't leaving your side. He's a guardian angel." She flashed her perfect, glowing teeth once before going to her class.

Irineva rolled her eyes, not allowing an angel to command her around. Open spaces and fresh air is in order, she thought to herself. She slinked out of her skimpy dress in favor of sweatpants and a hoodie two times bigger than she was. Never in her life did Irineva think she'd be one for modesty but in light of recent events... It was comforting. She put her long hair into a messy ponytail before opening the door, bumping into someone.

"Out of my way, pesant" she hissed, gathering herself.

"Mariel never mentioned you being such a delight," a man with light blonde hair and red eyes scoffed. Tattoos littered his arms, fingernails painted black.

No way, Irineva was stunned. This was the brother of the high and mighty princess? He looked almost... dangerous. "Uh... Hey... I'm going out for a bit—"

"Awesome! Where are we going?"

"I'm going out, you're going to leave me alone." Irineva shoulder checked the angel, moving down the hall.

The demoness found herself at the bar twenty minutes from campus, taking back shots of tequila. Just a few days ago, the succubus would not mind all eyes being on her, the compliments would either roll off her shoulder or feed her ego. Just a few days ago, she would have considered taking a man or two home with her.

"No date tonight?" The bartender, Candice asked, fixing a long island iced tea. "Usually you come in with a man or woman and leave with someone new."

Candice was the only one Irineva ever allowed to bother her about her sex life. "Not tonight. Not for the foreseeable future."

Candice arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Mmkay, hun. Stay safe."

Safe isn't exactly my style, she fumed internally.

Drink after drink Irineva felt her paranoia and worries wash away with the burn of alcohol. It warmed her whole body and in spite of everything, the young lady stripped her hoodie off, revealing the white tank top on underneath. At first she didn't notice, but there were sniggers behind her.

Turning her head, the young woman realized there was a group of college students a little older than her laughing in her direction. Clearly they got the message. The brunette with short hair looked her up and down, pointing a perfectly manicured pink nail in Irineva's direction.

Irineva rolled her eyes, not wanting to start a fight. She had no energy... Her thoughts began to spiral into a whirl of anxiety and depression, a side of herself she tried so hard to hide from everyone. I know what I need to do, she thought, picking up her tab. I'm not going to feel better until I do it. And who cares if I'm emotional now? I've been thinking about this on and off for months.

The demoness wabbled her way out of the bar, determined to shave her head. It was a symbolic gesture of purity and renewal. Like a phoenix burning and starting over, her hair would grow back and she would be a new person. The crisp air of the fall night helped bring Irineva to her senses slightly but she didn't realize she had someone following behind her.

"Eva!" The person— a man— behind her shouted. "Come back here, babe."

Irineva shut her eyes, trying her best to hold back the tears. She just couldn't escape the hell she'd created for herself. "Go away, Kyle. I broke up with you days ago."

A rough hand pulled her back and she hadn't felt this much anxiety since the day she was raped years ago.

"Let me walk you home. You need help and we can talk this out," he smiled. Kyle wrapped his hands through her long locks, pretending as if he hadn't ruined her life. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement to fix this bad reputation of yours..."

[thesecretfandom]

That’s My Girl -- Bughead Au

Word Count: 1,828

Rated: M

A/N: Because Protective!Juggie is something we could all use a little more of in our lives. (Also on AO3)

Jughead Jones found his fortune at the bottom of whiskey bottle. The new bartender at his usual spot already knew his order, double shot of Jameson and Coke. All he had to do was sit down at the far end of the bar and the blonde haired bartender was already pouring his drink. Tonight was different.

"You drank us out of Jameson last night, Mr. Jones." The young woman behind the bar rested on her elbows on her side of the bar. There was only one other person sitting halfway down from Jughead in the small, desolate bar. "You want me to get you something else?"

"Just get me some of your cheapest whiskey. And I told you, call me Jughead. Mr. Jones is my father's name; I'm far too young for that."

"Coming right up, Mr. Jones." She teased.

The girl, Betty, took her time. She didn't have to reach for the cheap bottle of whiskey on the bottom shelf. Jughead watched as she mixed the two brown liquids and placed a yellow straw in the drink. She returned with the drink, but instead of going back to work, she hopped up to sit on the bar in front of Jughead.

"Is there something you want from me?" Jughead asked, taking a swig of his drink.

"Not a thing." Betty responded. "As you can see, there's not much going on in this shit hole."

"So what are you doing working in this dive then?"

"What are you doing drinking in a dive like this?" She threw back.

Jughead grinned, this girl was sharp. "I asked first."

Betty paused before answering and took a drink from a glass of water from under the bar. "The last place I worked shut down. This job is just a filler until my next opportunity comes around."

"And what would that be?"

"I could show you sometime." She teased. Hopping off the bar, she pulled a pen from behind her ear and started scribbling on a napkin. "Stick around until close and I'll give you a private show." Jughead raised an eyebrow as Betty slid the napkin to him, revealing ten digits of a phone number. "I'm a dancer, you could say."

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When Betty danced for him that night Jughead had his million dollar idea. Three years later Jughead was the co-owner of the most popular Burlesque bar in a hundred mile radius. These days, Jughead was often in his office doing the boring things that entrepreneurs like himself had to do; balancing the books, paying bills, ordering supplies. Betty would often help him with his work, when she wasn't dancing, but would usually end up distracting him further.

Tonight, Jughead was working behind the bar prepping for the busy weekend ahead. One of his bartenders had called in sick and he had to fill in so they wouldn't be shorthanded. As he wiped down the bar and arranged chairs around each of the many tables Jughead watched the girls stretching on stage.

Each of the four dancers were vastly different, each with their own unique style. Josie wore a leopard print bikini and a pair of faux cat ears perched atop her head of black curls. Cheryl, on the opposite side of the stage, wore an outfit of white lace, red heels, and long red hair falling in a curtain over her shoulders. Of course, the men loved Veronica; all tan skin, velvet lingerie, and the string of pearls she always wore around her neck.

Betty was the real star of the show. Her long blonde hair was pulled back by a pink ribbon, matching perfectly with the soft pink lingerie that Jughead was all too familiar with.  She was the only girl not wearing high heels, opting instead for a pair of white ballet flats. She always claimed that they made it easier for her to dance as well as to get backstage to change outfits.

"Is the music ready to go, Josie?" Jughead asked, making his way to stage. Josie wrote and recorded all original music for their show, and she was damn good at it.

"Just gotta press play, Boss."

The girls were all gathering together, talking and teasing before heading backstage. The bar was set to open in ten minutes and the girls had to finish applying makeup and dressing in their costumes. Jughead watched with special interest as Betty turned back to him.

"Staying for the show tonight, Jug?" After three years, her smile still made his knees weak. "It's been a while since you've gotten to stay for the entire show."

"I wouldn't miss it." Jughead hopped onstage and placed a hand on Betty's naked waist. "And God knows nobody will be buying drinks while you're on the stage."

Betty smirked and let her arms rest on Jughead's shoulders. "They wouldn't dare take their eyes off of me."

"I couldn't if I tried." Jughead placed a kiss on Betty's cheek and stepped away. "I'll see you after the show."

Betty disappeared behind the red, velvet curtain hiding the dressing room where the other three girls waited. Jughead returned to the bar, where his crew stood waiting for the bar to open and allow in the crowd waiting outside.

The crowd consisted of a few regulars, older men, bachelors, a few women. As usual, there was a crowd of young men that were unfamiliar; every night there was a group like them. They bought a lot of booze but didn't tip well. The young men ordered drinks first, more eager than the others for the show to start, and then took their seats closest to the stage.

The show starts a half hour after opening each night. The lights dim to almost complete darkness and soft music starts playing over the speakers. As Josie's voice came pouring out of the speakers her body follows, swaying hips as she slinks to her spot on stage right.  Cheryl followed, her lips curling into a devious smile as she strutted to the opposite side of the stage. Veronica came next, a vision of a powerful woman, landing a strong pose at the front of the stage. That's when the music really started, the beat picking up and throwing the girls into motion.

With practiced steps the girls followed the erotic choreography that Betty created for them. As the lead dancer, Betty not only arranged choreography and organized props and stage pieces but also was the last to enter the stage. The three girls moved in perfect unison, spinning, bending, and rolling on the furniture that spotted the stage.

When the music slowed again, and the girls on stage stopped with only slow writhing movements, a long smooth leg poked out from behind the curtain. An arm followed, with a head of blonde hair until she revealed her full body, moving with the music until she reached the front of the stage. She shed an outfit of pink feathers, falling in a pool around her ankles.

Whistles and hollers erupted from the men up front and Jughead smiled. His girl was always popular with the customers, but it was him she always came back to. Many would think their relationship strange, Jughead happily encouraging Betty's career dancing half-naked for men she doesn't know. But Jughead found it arousing and…somehow, comforting. All the men who got to see her, but only Jughead could have her, and every night she chose him as well. Despite all of the men she could chose, she chose him.

The dance continued, with the other girls shedding their robes for the skimpy outfits that they wore beneath. Jughead watched the entire show, it'd been so long since he'd watched a show that wasn't a rehearsal, and Betty was at the top of her game. The rest were great dancers too, but Jughead was only watching Betty. She moved so naturally on stage, capturing the attention of a large number of those in the audience. In fact, it seemed that a few we a bit too interested. Jughead watched closely, always wary of first-timers.

The show was coming to an end, and the girls posed at the edge of stage. That's when Jughead noticed the young, college-aged boys standing and reaching onto the stage, fingers grazing Betty's legs.

Betty pushed him back with a leg. "No touching. Back up."

Jughead was already walking quickly to the stage, prepared to play the role of bouncer if needed. The man would regret it if he didn't back up.

"Come on, baby. I've got money. Why don't you give me a private show?" One of the men grabbed for her leg, pulling her to the floor.

Jughead sprang into action. He jumped at the man who dared to touch Betty and brought a fist to his nose.  The man's friends jumped at Jughead, slamming his back into the ground. The security stationed around the vast room were already on the spot, pulling of the men and shoving them toward the door.

"Out! Now!" One of them shouted. "Out, before I call the cops."

Jughead, now rid of the bastards who tackled him, was holding the first man by the collar. "Don't you ever come in here again."

The man scoffed in his face. "Get off your fucking high horse man. She's a whore, it's what she does."

Another blow landed on the man's face, surely leaving a black eye. "Don't fucking call her that." Jughead shoved the man to the ground. "Get him out of here. Bar's closed. Everyone go home."

As the men were escorted out of the building Jughead lifted Betty from where she still sat on the floor of the stage. As he led her backstage, the other girls rounded up the props and costumes that littered the stage. And Jughead led Betty back to his office and slammed the door behind him.

"Who the fuck do they think they are?" Jughead flopped back in his chair, throwing his hat across the room in his anger. "This is a place of art, not a place for douchey frat boys to get off."

Betty swung a leg over Jughead, gracefully sliding onto his lap. She smiled at him.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked, face still red with anger.

Betty placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed his forehead. "I love it when you get all protective. It's hot as fuck."

"You're getting hot for this?"

Betty responded with a kiss to his lips, slow and deep. She ground her hips into his.

"Wait." Jughead reached for his top desk drawer. He pulled out a diamond ring. "I wish you could wear this onstage." He slid the ring onto her left-hand ring finger. "But a married woman brings in less money. And you know how I feel about money, Mrs. Jones."

"You love it almost as much as you love me."

Jughead smiled at his wife, who pressed her body close to his. "Almost."

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A/N: I had a hard time deciding whether or not to put smut in here, but I think I made the right choice. I’ll leave it to your imagination what they did in Jughead’s office that night.