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hangmansgbaby · 1 year

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Three’s a Crowd, Unless its You

THIS IS 18+! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary: Jake and y/n wanted to spice things up in the bedroom so they brought Rooster in. And then the feelings started so Jake and y/n make a plan to permanently in Rooster to their everyday life.

Pairings: established jake x reader, bradley x reader, bradley x jake, bob x reader

Warnings: slight angst, threesome vibes, dom bob, mentions of subspace, swearing, smut, smut, and more smut, squirting, maybe cum play?, creampie, oral (f and m receiving), anxiety, basically lots of smut with some plot

Notes: A big thank you to @bobby-r2d2-floyd who practically wrote this for me cause I am not good at smut but wanted this to exist! Also thank you to @roosters-girl and @startrekfangirl2233 and @sarahsmi13s who bounced ideas around and read through it a million times with us!

word count: 5k

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You and Jake had been together for a while, you two were comfortable with each other and with the sex that you had been having, but lately you both had been noticing the lingering gaze from Rooster whenever the Dagger squad was together, or when Rooster came over to your place to hang out. You and Jake had talked about bringing Bradley into your relationship for a while as a third lover, only Rooster had fallen deeply for you; he came around more often and started staying longer after rolling around the bed with you and Jake for a few hours to hold you. Aftercare moments got sweeter and longer, and while you reciprocate those feelings, you will always feel more love for Jake.

Jake noticed these small things and grew worried that you were tired of him and that he was losing you, but after a long night of you two together, you had assured him that you’re still very much in love with him. Jake was the one who suggested bringing him in, officially, actually. You knew from prior wine nights with Bob and Phoenix that he was quite the Dom in the bedroom, at the time it was random information but now? You can use that to your advantage. This began a plan of action, a sex-posal if you will, that will come to a head tonight. You had discussed the situation with Bob beforehand and he was all for it since he was getting tired of hearing Rooster talk nonstop about you and Jake any chance he got.

When you suggested bringing Bob into your weekly tryst with Jake and Bradley, neither of them were really prepared for it. They knew it was going to happen, it was just the when that they were unaware of. So when you surprised Jake one night when he got home from work, with nothing but his Stetson and a sexy lingerie set peaking from beneath one of Rooster’s Hawaiian shirts, he had a sneaking suspicion as to what was about to happen. You led him up to the guest bedroom, his brain whirring and cock swelling at the thought of getting a round in before Rooster showed up and the plan taking action, but instead he was pushed into one of the two chairs in the room.

“Whatcha doin’ Honey?” Jake questions as you move around to the back of the chair, looping the rope around his hands and the bars of the chair, loosely, according to the plan.

“Nothing.” you smiled innocently, moving around to the front of him, straddling his still clothed lap. “Just got a surprise for you, baby.” you kiss him softly on the lips before standing up. “Now, take this,” you wrap one of his bandanas around his mouth to gag him and slip a blindfold over his head, resting at his brows and ready to be pulled down just as Rooster calls out.

“Hey Pretty? Jake? I’m here!” he calls from the foyer, kicking his boots off at the door.

“Up here, Roos!” you call out and you look back to Jake, “you’re still okay with all this?”, he nods and you smile, slipping the blindfold down over his eyes. “Okay. Be good. Love you.” You smirk before strutting out of the room. “Hey big guy.” You hold the smirk, leaning against the entrance to the hallway, his shirt slipping down off your shoulder since you don’t have it buttoned properly.

“Well hello to you, pretty. What’s the occasion?” he asks, reaching out for you and you talk half a step back to tease him.

“Just a little surprise… wear this for me?” you ask, holding up the blindfold.

“Are you in charge tonight?” Bradley chuckles, taking the blindfold from you.

“You could say that. Now please?” You smile sweetly at him.

“Alright.” slipping the blindfold on, you take his hand and lead him into the room, gently placing him to the other chair.

“Ya know Pretty, normally I’m putting those knots on you.” Bradley chuckles, as you start wrapping the rope around his wrists.

“If you didn’t want me to use them on you,” you finish the knot, securing him to the chair. “You shouldn’t have taught me how to do it.”

You smile at your knot work before reaching over to pull Jake’s gag from his mouth before continuing. “Well, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes.”

“Honey, whatcha doin?” Jake questions, still playing along with the plan and you laugh before reaching over and ghosting your fingers across their laps.

“Havin’ some fun.”

“What are you doing to us, Pretty?” Bradley groans as you move to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Remember when I asked if we could include Bob one day?”

“Yea baby, we had our meetings with him. We just gotta set a date.” Bradley says and you bite your lip before looking behind them to the shut bathroom door across the hall.

“Well how about right now? Bobby!”

The bathroom door opens and Bradley’s pulse picks up, not prepared for this to be happening.

“Oh, Pretty… I don’t know.” Bradley sighs out and you just smirk. “Jake?” he asks and Jake shrugs, knowing that Bradley can’t see but doing it anyway.

“I don’t see why not. It’s just a little bit of fun, Brad.” he says and Bradley’s anxiety is sky high over the situation.

“You sure you still wanna do this, doll?” Bob asks, his soft demeanor still showing, towering over you. You nod softly before going to pull Bradley and Jake’s blindfolds down from their eyes and Jake nods softly to you and Bob.

Bob grabs your jaw bone between his thumb and ring fingers, his hand essentially cupping the lower half of your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Look at me when I talk to you.” Bob says firmly.

“Hey woah Bob!” Bradley protests, “That's a little harsh, man.”

“You still wanna do this?” Bob asks and you nod, causing him to jerk your head again, “use your words.” Bob states, ignoring Bradley and his protests entirely.

“Yes.” you reply softly, receiving a light slap to your cheek. “Yes, sir.” you moan, skin tingling from the contact.

“Good girl.” Bob smiles. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” another slap, slightly harder. “Green, sir.”

“Bob, I don’t like this.” Bradley pulls against the ropes, trying to get to you, rescue you.

“It’s alright, Rooster. She asked for it.” Jake smiles at Bradley, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Plus, we’ve done worse.”

“And she’s not complaining. Are you, baby doll?” Bob drags his hand from your chin down your neck, thumb and middle fingers digging to the sides of your neck, just over your pulse points, dragging a whine as he gently chokes you. “What do you want, Doll?” his hands move to your chest, tugging on the lace cups of your bra. “You want me to touch you? Treat you like my little slut?”

You nod as he pinches your nipple, pulling slightly, a gasp sneaking past your lips.

“Ask them, doll.” Bob nods to Jake and Bradley, “Ask them if you can be my good little slut.”

Your eyes dart between Jake and Bradley as Bob’s lips begin an assault on your neck, “please-” you let a moan as Bob nips at your skin, “please let me be a good little slut for Bob.”

Jake nods and Bradley looks at Jake, adamant to let you go through with this but eventually he nods too. This causes Bob to smirk at the both of them.

“Enjoy the show ‘cause I know that your girl is really going to enjoy it.” Bob pushes you back into the bed with little care, rough but still respectful of the boundaries that you had set. “As much as I love this little number, doll, it’s gotta go.” he says before he rips the lingerie to shreds.

“Bobby!” He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, gently nipping before swiping his tongue across to smooth it.

“And much as I love these beauties.” Bob smiles, long gone the shy backseater that Jake and Bradley were familiar with. “I’m more curious about how you taste.” he slides his left hand down your stomach, stopping momentarily to graze your clit before running his fingers through your slit.

“Shit, Babydoll, is this all for me?” Bob groans, feeling your warm slick. “Or is this because your boys are gonna watch me have my way with you?” he looks back at the two tied up aviators and smirks.

The moan that rips through your throat as he slowly slid one of his fingers into your wet hole was nothing short of beautiful to Bradley, who was trying to shake your knots free.

“Doll, these boys must not stretch you out very often if you’re squeezing me like this.” Bob groans as he feels just how tight your walls are around one of his fingers. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna remedy that right now.”

He pulls his hand away from you, slipping his slick soaked finger into his mouth and groaning at how sweet you taste. “Fuck babydoll, with as sweet of a pussy like you have, I don’t know how either of these boys don’t live between your thighs. Must be why Jake calls you Honey all the time, isn’t it?” he says as he adjusts his body so your thighs are thrown over his shoulders.

He gives you no warning before his lips are sucking your clit into his mouth. You let out a cry that nearly had Bradley breaking the chair to get to you, whereas Jake stays put, his cock rock hard in his service khakis.

Bob slips a finger back into your hole and immediately finds your g-spot, knowing enough about the female anatomy to get you screaming his name in a matter of seconds where with Jake or Bradley, it always took them a minute before they could really get you going.

“Fuck! Sir-please!” you cry out, fingers knotting in his short locks.

“Please what, babydoll?” he pulls away long enough to ask and you let out a sob.

“Pl-please let me cum!” you beg and he gets you right to the edge and then pulls away before you can fall into ecstasy.

“Robert!” you groan out and he slaps your pussy and you flinch, not in pain but in shock.

“What’s my name?” he says, teasing your hole with his fingers again.

“Sir.” you choke out as he gives a gentle stroke to your clit.

“What’s your color?”

“Green.” you barely finish the word before he’s slipping two fingers into you and massaging that special spot again, using this thumb to rub at your clit and you’re seeing stars as your orgasm builds.

Bob being the Dom he is, pulls away before you can come, again, and again, and again. You let out frustrated cry, tears running down your face out of pleasure and frustration as you nearly kick him in the ribs.

“Hey, do you want to be tied up, little girl?” he asks and you shake your head no.

“No, I’ll be good sir! Please.. Just let me cum I’ll be your good girl! I’ll be so good for you, please..” you beg and he kisses your inner thigh before sliding his fingers back into you for a final time, bringing your climax finally and you cry out as you soak the sheets below you and some of Bob’s neck, chest, and forearm.

“Fuck babydoll, you didn’t tell me you could do that.” he groans out, his accent prevalent and youre trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah I didn’t know that I could either.” you laugh a little and Bob kisses your clit before sitting up and looking at Jake and Bradley.

Jake is sitting there, wet patch gathering by this fly and Bradley is red in the face but also with a noticeable hardon. “Look at that, boys. I got your girl to do something that neither of you could. How does that feel?” he asks and Bradley struggles against the ropes again, cursing himself for teaching you how to tie these knots.

“You son of a-” he starts but is cut off when Jake kicks at him.

“Bradley, it’s okay. We agreed to this.” he tries to sound dejected but on the inside he is jealous as fuck. Bradley just huffs and sits back in his seat.

Bob slips out of his boxers before grabbing your hips and shifts you so you’re lying width-wise on the bed before he pulls you hips up so you’re on your knees, chest pressed against the bed as you look at Jake and Bradley. “Look at your boys, babydoll. I want them to see the look in your eyes when I split you open on my cock.” he says, running the head of his cock through your folds and you moan softly when he rubs against your clit.

You lock eyes with Bradley as Bob is pushing into you, your mouth falling open in a silent cry as he eases all of his cock into you, splitting you open into a way that was different than both Jake and Bradley. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his size for a second before slowly picking up the pace and he has you cock-dumb in seconds, the last look that you recognize on Bradley’s face is one of pain as he watches the woman he loves getting fucked by one of his best friends. His brain short circuiting in the worst of ways; maybe your love for him was all in his head, maybe you just wanted something fun for a while and you tired of him, maybe--

“Look at our girl.” Jake says, free of his bonds and running his fingers through Bradley’s hair. Bradley’s eyes snapback to your own unfocused pair, “look at how pretty she looks, all fucked out and cock-dumb from our best friend. “Think of how pretty she’ll look like this for you all the time.” Jake whispers in his ear and suddenly that’s all Bradly can think of.

Despite Bob being balls deep inside if you, fingers leaving marks on your hips, you're calling out Bradley’s name. It’s his name on your lips as you cum, not Bob’s.

The thought alone of you in subspace from another man, and calling out for him, makes his cock swell again. He was the only thing on your mind at the moment, not even your boyfriend who has untied Bradley and is pushing him towards the bed, peeling off both of their clothes in the meanwhile.

Bob smirks at him, having long since pulled out but his fingers slowly working in and out of you, “Come on Rooster, come get your girl.” Jake gives him another nudge forward and before Bradley knows it, he’s naked from the waist down and slipping inside of you, groaning at how tight you still are around him and your gentle little moans and chants fill the air once again as he fills you.

Bob takes a quiet leave once the three of you are all distracted, not minding that he didn’t get off from the situation, he wasn’t supposed to. It was for you and Jake and Bradley, he can always go find someone at the bar or call up any one of his subs in his contacts.

Jake sits near the head of the bed, stripped of his khakis and laying back in his boxers, watching Bradley fuck into you slowly and before he’s reaching forward and rubbing your clit. You cry out softly and despite Bradley not being inside of you for too long, they both know you’re going to be cumming soon.

Bradley picks up his pace, his hand replacing Jake’s on your clit so the other can leave to go warm up some towels for you, knowing that you’ll want to be clean after you finish. He swings by the kitchen to also grab easy to digest snacks, having gotten suggestions from Bob prior to the night's activities, as well as a bottle of water and your favorite flavor of gatorade before heading back to the bedroom.

Bradley has since picked up the pace, fucking both you and him to a fast completion. You go over the edge first, chanting nothing but “Bradley! Bradley! Bradley!” as you cum and he’s nearly falling on top of you from how tight your pussy squeezes around his cock. He finishes deep inside of you with a groan, a ‘fucking shit’ tumbling from his own lips as his hips stutter, trying to get as deep inside of you as he can, filling you to the brim with his cum.

Jake watches from the doorway, a smile on his lips as he watches the love of his life getting fucked by the new, partial, love of her life. Bradley looks up and the two men lock eyes, sharing a knowing smile before Jake makes his way to the bed, handing Bradley his own towel for when he pulls out and using the other one to clean you up, taking care with how sensitive you probably are.

As Bradley pulls out, you let out a whine, your body not ready to deal with the loss of his cock from between your walls. Jake is there as soon as Bradley is out to catch the other man’s falling cum in the towel. He folds it in and uses a clean side to gently wipe at your abused and puffy folds and thighs, he bends down and places a gentle kiss to the base of your spine before helping Bradley maneuver you into a laying position.

You curl up against Bradley’s chest after he gets settled down in the bed. One of his arms finding their way around your waist, pulling you tighter to him while Jake strips the top layer of bedding and tosses it off to the side. You trace absent shapes on Bradley’s pecs and he places soft kisses to the top of your head, murmuring softly into your hair.

“You did so well, pretty. You were such a good girl for all of us.” he says and you let out a whine.

“Wanna be a good girl… wanna be your good girl.” you mumble and Jake presses himself to your back after handing Bradley the gatorade for when you’re a little more coherent.

“You were such a good girl, honey.” Jake presses gentle kisses along your shoulder and you let out a gentle sigh, letting your weight press more into Bradley as Jake puts more weight into you to help you feel settled and safe.

After a few moments of gentle kiss and soft words spoken from both men, you start to come to. Stirring softly against Bradley as you try to sit up. Jake leans off of you just enough to allow you to prop up on your elbow and Bradley is handing you the gatorade. You drink almost half of it at once before handing it back to Bradley who caps it and sets it to the side.

“How’re you doing, pretty?” he asks, offering you a granola bar and you shake your head no.

“I’m… okay. How are you?” you ask and he smiles a little.

“Honestly? I was a little upset in the beginning. Thought that you were over me and moving on with Bob.” he says and you feel a little bad, but before you could open your mouth he’s talking again. “Jake helped me out, made me feel better when he called you our girl. Brought me back out of my head.”

You lean up and kiss him softly, “I could never be tired of you, Roos. Jake and I want you as a permanent member of our relationship. No more nights without you.. No more pretending that there isn’t something between us.”

Bradley smiles down at you softly before pulling you in for another kiss. Jake watches from his spot behind you with a smile before he’s reaching across you, fingers threading in Bradley’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss of his own, showing Bradley that he’s just as much Jake’s at this point as he is yours.

“We’ll figure the logistics of everything out tomorrow, let’s just get some sleep for now.” Jake says softly and Bradley nods, you’re already mostly asleep against his chest after the night's activities. The two aviators are asleep not long afterwards, smiles on their faces and their hearts full as everything feels like it's falling into place.

The golden rays from the morning sun are barely peeking through the crack in the blinds, illuminating the room in gentle yellow and pink tones as the sun rises. You awake naturally, having moved from your place on Bradley’s chest to Jake’s. His arm around your waist and while Bradley is curled up and facing away from you, not used to sharing his bed with someone else.

You place gentle kisses to Jake’s chest, eliciting a groan from the blond as you slowly shift out of his arms and off the bed, throwing on Bradley’s discarded Hawaiian shirt and making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and brush your teeth.

Jake is used to you waking up earlier than him, so when he wakes up and he’s spooning Bradley and not you, he’s confused at first. His brain still fogged with sleep before his memories from last night kicked in. He smiles to himself, kissing Bradley’s shoulder before slipping out from the bed and following the smell of coffee to the kitchen.

“Good morning, honey.” he says, pressing a kiss to your neck as his arms find their way around your waist, pulling you back to him and you let out a small laugh as his lips assault your neck.

“Good morning.”

“Wanna taste you.” he mumbles against the skin of your shoulder and you shake your head no.

“I wanna taste you.” you say and put your now empty cup on the counter before dragging him away to the living room and pushing him on the couch. You straddle his thighs and kiss him, tongue slipping easily between his lips before kissing a trail down his neck, sucking on that spot just behind his ear that really gets him going, but careful enough to not leave a mark there that’ll get him in trouble with the Navy.

His hands grip your hips and you rut down against his brief clad cock, feeling him swell against you. You pull away and look down at him as you rock your hips gently into his, “wanna thank you for last night and for letting Bradley into our relationship.”

You sink to your knees, the carpet of the living room rug rough against your skin but you don’t care. You sit eye level with Jake’s cock as you work him out of the last piece of clothes he was wearing. Once his cock is free you notice just how red the tip is, after all he hadn’t had the chance to cum last night, despite the scene that played in front of him.

He lets out a groan as you take him into your coffee warmed mouth, his fingers gripping the upholstery of the couch in one hand, the other lacing through your hair as your tongue swirls around his tip.

You moan at his taste, slightly salty, a little sweet, and 100% Jake. You work past the head of his cock, slowly moving your head up and down his shaft, growing wetter yourself as his groans, moans, and pants of your name fill the air of the living room. One of your hands is perched on his thigh, keeping yourself balanced as you lean over his cock, the other squeezing the base of him gently.

“Oh fuck, honey. I’m gonna cum embarrassingly fast if you keep doing that.” he breathes out as you suck softly at the skin just below the head of his cock.

“That’s the point, wanna taste you Jakey… always taste so good.” you say, letting spit drool from your mouth and down on to his tip before thumbing his slit. You squeeze your thighs together as he lets out a groan when you tongue at the hole.

You slowly work him into your throat, moaning around him as he stretches your mouth open past what you’re used to, having never taken him all the way in. His other hand shoots to your scalp, fingers knotting themselves in your roots as he tries not to cum down your throat just yet.

He opens his eyes and sees Bradley leaning against the wall, arms crossed and brown eyes dark as he takes in the way you’re sucking your boyfriend off. They lock eyes and Bradley smirks. That’s all it takes for Jake to barely choke out a “f-fuck I’m gonna cum, honey!” before his cock is pumping hot cum into your mouth and throat. You gag softly, the choking noise sending another wave of your lovers seed down your throat. You swallow around him and take everything that he gives you.

You pull off of him and catch your breath, while Jake sits there and works to catch his own breath, nearly eye fucking Bradley as he finally makes himself known.

“If I knew that’s how mornings went in this house I would have tried to have been the first one awake.” he teases and your head shoots over to him, eyes wide. He takes you in as he saunters over, commiting how thoroughly fucked you look to his memory. Mouth and chin sloppy with your drool, lips puffy from being wrapped around Jake’s cock, hair disheveled from Jake’s hands.

Bradley wastes no time pulling you up to the couch next to Jake. He’s on his knees for you faster than you were on your knees. “Fuck, pretty. You got this wet just from sucking off Jake?” he asks, running his fingers through your folds and you let out a whine. “What made your pussy this wet? Having your mouth full of cock? Gagging on him?” he asks, lips attacking your clit before you can answer and you let out a cry, fingers finding their way into his curls as his tongue laps up as much of your slick as it can before he’s having to swallow your taste.

Jake groans from beside you, watching as the brunet eats your cunt out like a man on death row having his last meal. Bradley doesn’t care as your juices cover his face, he slips his tongue into your leaking hole, his ring and middle fingers spreading you open so he can properly tongue fuck you and you’re seeing stars above him as his nose brushes repeatedly against your clit.

Your orgasm approaches fast, taking you by surprise as you clench down around his fingers and the tip of his tongue, Bradley just moans in response before pulling his mouth away, fingers staying put and beginning an assault to your g-spot. He quickly pulls another orgasm from you, your cry silent as your pussy squirts out his reward. He wastes no time cleaning you up with his tongue, gathering your slick in his mouth before he’s sitting up and sliding his tongue in Jake’s mouth. Sharing the wealth of your cunt with your boyfriend. Both men are reveling in the shared taste on their tongue while you lay next to them and try to catch your breath.

Jake pulls away from Bradley long enough to take his two longest fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, keeping the steady eye contact with Bradley as he does, causing Rooster’s erection to go from bearable to ‘I’m about to cum in my pants’.

You watch the two of them go through a power struggle only for Jake to come out on top, he looks over at you and smiles, “his face is looking mighty empty honey, why don’t you come take a seat?”

You just smirk and move from your place on the couch, crawling over to where Jake has Bradley pinned to the rug. You give Jake a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue and you let out a soft moan as you pull away, moving to straddle Bradleys face.

“I have died and gone to heaven..” he mumbles as he stares up at your glistening pussy before he’s pulling you down on his tongue. He groans into you as Jake takes the other man’s cock into his mouth.

Bradley doesn’t last long at all; between the taste of you on his tongue and the warmth of Jake’s mouth on his cock, he works to quickly make you cum again before he’s spilling into Jake’s hand.

You get released from Bradley and move to sit next to him, his head finding a home on your still quivering thigh. You reach out and take Jake’s hand, licking Bradleys cum from between his fingers and moaning at the taste.

Once you’ve cleaned Jake’s hand the best you could, he stands and pulls his boxer’s back up, a wet spot very visible against the gray fabric. He heads into the kitchen and grabs another rag, running the water so it’s warm before he’s tossing it at Bradley’s chest.

Bradley cleans up his face, your thighs, and then the cum that’s drying on his abdomen before setting it aside.

“I think it’s safe to say that, as a threesome, we work out pretty well.” you pant out and run your fingers through Bradley’s hair and he nods. Jake chuckles at this spot on the couch.

“As long as Bradley knows that he’s the extra in this relationship, not me.” Jake says, being gentle but firm as he reiterates that you’re his girlfriend first, not Bradley’s.

Bradley nods, “yeah, no I got it… As long as I’m allowed to take her out on two dates a month.”

“I think I can make that work.” Jake says, passing a bottle of water to Bradley who moves to sit on his knees, pulling up his boxers first before taking the bottle.

“Do I get a say in this?” you tease.

“Nope, sorry honey.”

“Yeah pretty, sorry. Besides, you got me out of this, didn’t you?”

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Miles Miller X Vampire! Male Reader

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Authors note: Finally! Posting again 😭 been so busy and I’ve been full of inspiration to write for many characters but gotta take my time, anyone this shot is semi related to the plot of Bad Times At El Royal. I recommend watching it, a little slow but huge twists here and there and wanted to change some thing up to make it interesting so enjoy!

Summary: Miles works at the hotel El Royale after the war in Vietnam. He’s finding a way to cope through the trauma so what better way then to bury yourself in work? Let alone in a hotel full of vampires and with him being the only human.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of blood, slight angst, PTSD, mentions of Vietnam war, 1960’s, Vampire reader, Vampire OCs, hotel clerk, Miles is Shy and submissive, hints of possessiveness, reader is the boss, slight NSFW 18 +, mentions of biting, masturbation, pet names.

Word count: 2.5K

Miles can see the snow sticking from outside the hotel window. He’s been working at the Hotel Royale for two years now and he’s grown used to the weather change, knowing that the winter season is the most popular for customers to rent out rooms in order to give themselves the chance to ski on the storm dies down.

He also knows that he’s to expect some important guests that he’s been taking care of during his time at the hotel. For years, Miles has been look for a distraction from his time serving in the Vietnam War, after he return back home he turned to drugs and alcohol like many others soldiers who returned.

It was the only way to keep himself grounded, but after some time the drugs only affected him more and worsened the situation and instead turned to keeping himself busy with work. Miles was lucky enough to get hired at the El Royal hotel.

A hotel set between the borders of Nevada and California a very popular location for many guests visiting and looking for a place to stay. The first time he arrived the hotel was low staffed, not many stayed for long and Miles ended up handling many different positions.

He worked the front counter, did the cooking, cleaning, made sure that everything was ready for the next customer. It wasn’t until the hotel was purchased by a man he didn’t know much about.

All he knew is that the hotel was purchased and under new management.

Miles expected himself to get fired or let go due times management but instead was allowed to keep his job. Many others were let go or replaced with new people. It reached a point where Miles was the only staff member who didn’t get fired and was allowed to stay.

He didn’t know why the new management wanted him, he never asked and instead did his job. He made sure guests paid or their stay and signed the ledger.

It wasn’t until a year later that Miles found out the truth about the new management.

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Miles had finished checking in a new couple who were staying in a room in Nevada, providing them there key and letting them know about there breakfast hours.

His soft smile soon faltered when the double doors up front are pushed open, revealing a women wearing a long black coat and a large hat that covered her face, but enough to see her smirk as she approached the front desk where Miles stood.

Miles swallows nervously. “Veronica.” He says softly towards the women in a soft greeting as she removes her hat and sets it aside, both hands on the counter as she leans forward.

“Miles, the usual please.”

Miles gives a hesitant nod. He’s worked with the women for months now and should be used to her presence but each time she made an appearance he always found her intimidating. Holding out the ledger he provides her the key to her room.

“Room 6 in California.” He says as Veronica pays him the twenty dollars, enough for an entire week.

Miles watched as she signs her name on the ledger, setting the pen down and taking the key from the counter and giving him a sweet smile. “Miles, I’d appreciate if you could bring me a drink to my room.”

“Of course,” He nods his head, giving off a bashful smile before watching her leave, her long coat swaying as she makes her way outside.

Miles gives himself a few minutes to collect himself before letting out a deep sigh. Veronica stayed at the hotel during the winter due to her work in fashion. Miles knew very little about her but knew that she was famous in the fashion industry and there were times where they only spoke a few times, slowly becoming a regular at the hotel to the point where she speaks to him like a friend, even though he still fears her.

Before he could close the ledger the front door is pushed open causing him to look up to see another one of his regulars.

“Sophia.” He gives the dark skinned women a smile, getting the women’s attention as she approached him with a smile on her face. “Miles! It’s been so long.” She says with a kind voice.

Sophia cups Miles cheeks and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead in greeting before letting go. “My, look at you.” She coos at him, her long slender fingers fixing his curls as he blushes softly at her actions.

“Have you been sleeping?” She questions, noticing the bags under his eyes as Miles chuckled softly. “Winter season keeps me busy, ma’am.” His soft accent showing.

Sophia’s smile slips away into a frown. “That’s not very good, I’ll talk to Y/n about it and make sure he finds an extra counter boy—“

“No! I—that won’t be necessary. You know that Mr. Y/n only trusts me with our guests and with regulars too.” His voice shows a hint of determination. His boss, Y/n, who he’s only met once had placed his trust on Miles to take care of the hotel. He couldn’t lose the man’s trust after working hard on keeping things well hidden.

The women before him sighs deeply, getting his attention before nodding. “Very well, if it gets bad you tell me.” She reminds him before signing her name on the ledger and handing him a twenty.

“The usual?” Miles questions, earning a sly grin from the women. “You know me.”

Miles blushes softly, heading towards the cabinet to collect the room key and handing it over to her.

“Room 8, Nevada.”

Sophia takes the key from his hand. “Thank you, darling.” She gives him a wink before walking away she turns back to Miles. “Oh! I forgot to mention, Y/n should be arriving soon and he’s not in a good mood.”

Her last words cause Miles to freeze in panic. “You know what to do, it’s that time of the year.” She reminds Miles, giving him one last wink and leaving to her own room.

Miles appreciated Sophia’s heads up, he’s known her the longest before Veronica. She was the first women to ever be kind to him, always showing her worry towards him and making sure that he’s healthy. Sophia was an actress, her beauty and her way with words swoon the crowd. Every time she entered a room all eyes were on her and she knew it.

After she lets him know about Y/n coming he’s quick to clean up, locking the cabinet and putting away the ledger along with cleaning the counter. Even though he’s been working here for two years he likes to stick to his schedule and tasks in order to keep his boss satisfied.

When he first met Y/n he felt fear for the first time in years. The man always wore a stoic expression, wearing a fancy suit and only talking when someone was asking him a question, he was never one to start conversation from what Sophia has told him, but each time him and Miles meet it’s like his boss has changed.

The stoic act changes the minute he steps through those double doors. Miles didn’t know much about Y/n, only that he bought the hotel and that he was using it for special occasions, usually during the winter which is why Miles was always nervous when the season approached.

The young man moves around the lobby quickly, making sure that everything is cleaned and cursed under his breath when he remembers Veronica’s request for a drink. There regular cook wasn’t in today and won’t be in until tomorrow, giving him the chance to enter the kitchen and towards there large fridge where there regular guests food is stored.

Upon opening the fridge he’s met with a shelf full of blood bags, gently reading the labels and making sure that he provides Veronica the one she enjoyed the most before taking it into his hand and grabbing a wine glass on his way out. He makes it to Veronica’s room, giving the door a soft knock before she’s yanking the door open.

“The usual?” She questions, stepping aside to let Miles enter the room.

“Fresh, just how you like it.” He answers, setting the glass down and pouring the blood into the glass. The first time Miles did this he wanted to vomit but after some time he grew used to it.

Once the blood bag is empty he sets her glass next to the bedside table and sets a napkin next to it.

Veronica sits on her bed and smiles. “Thank you, pretty boy.” She takes the glass between her fingers and inhaled the scent, exhaling in satisfaction while Miles shuffled in place nervously.

“Enjoy, if you need anything else I’ll be at the lobby.” He gives the women a nod and heads out of the room before she decides to keep him busy with her work stories, pouring her stress onto him, which he did not have the time for.

Miles moved onto his next task, keeping the human guests from leaving there bedrooms. The winter season was his busiest, not with humans but with Vampires.

The hotel was used during the winter by various vampires who came to relax and enjoy a drink or two without having the human race exposing them to the world. The hotel wasn’t just used for Vampires but humans too, which Miles handled.

His boss, Y/n, purchased the hotel as a safe heaven for both vampires and humans. He knew that humans could easily find out about them if see drinking blood during dinner or small parties that were hosted. Y/n wanted to keep the peace with humans and tasked Miles to make sure that they are to keep there guests indoors and away from the lobby.

So, every winter Miles would enter the back room where he has access to walking behind the walls of each hotel room where he switched on a sleeping gas that released into the guests bedroom at a certain hour. The gas kept their human guests asleep for the rest of the night while their real guests enjoyed their night.

Miles wasn’t proud of his work, but it was the only way of keeping them safe from the hands of vampires.

Y/n was strict towards his rules; if any Vampire laid hands on a human guest he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them. Miles hasn’t seen that happen, yet and hopes that it never does.

Miles is busy cleaning the bar that the sound of slamming doors startled the poor man, eyes wide as he watched Y/n step inside the hotel lobby with a glare on his face. He knew that the man wasn’t in a good mood.

He’s quick to abandon his work and make his way over to Y/n.

“Uh…Mr. Y/n, sir?”

His voice gets the man’s attention, his glare directed towards Miles until it slowly softens. “Miles.” Y/n breaths out, earning a small smile from the clerk boy.

“Sir, Sophia told me that you weren’t doing well. Would you like me to get your room ready and perhaps something to drink?” Miles offers.

Y/n sighs deeply, removing his coat and hanging it on the coat rack near the entrance. “Please, make sure that extra pillows are provided.” He adds on while Miles nods at his words. “Anything planned tonight? Would you like me to prepare anything else?”

“Not tonight,” Y/n lets Miles know as he walked around the lobby with Miles following behind him. “No special occasion?” The clerk boy wonders with a raised brow.

“Not this year, I’m not in the mood to deal with some old friends.” He grumbled out, too upset to even talk about it. “Are Sophia and Veronica here?” He suddenly asks, getting Miles attention.

“Yes, sir. Veronica is staying in California and Sophia is in Nevada. Would you like me to get them?”

Y/n sighs. “No, I can deal with the two for now.” He makes his way to the bar, finding an empty seat and slumping down while Miles makes his way around the counter and sets a glass out to serve Y/n a drink, blood bag in hand as he pours it into the glass.

“Anything else you’d wish from me tonight? I’ll make sure to provide you those extra pillows you requested.”

Y/n takes his glass in hand and drinks it down, blood dripping past his lips and chin when he’s finished, using his own hand to wipe away the blood that smears his chin. Miles can’t help but stare at the man before him, watching him closely before clearing his own throat.

“I’ll go ahead and make sure that your room is ready.” He stammers out, lowering his head and making his way towards Y/n’s suite. The room is always cleaned after everyone leaves but Y/n’s room was personal and only Miles had gained the privilege to enter without any trouble. Y/n trusted Miles with his personal space that the young man only cleaned areas that needed to be cleaned while the rest he left in its same place.

Miles made sure that he brought extra pillows for Y/n, making the bed and setting the pillows in a way that look comfortable. Miles doesn’t notice Y/n standing behind him, watching everything from the doorway as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as his own eyes roamed up and down Miles body.

The amount of times that Y/n wanted to pin the man down and have a taste of his blood, he could hear his heart beat from miles and knew how fast it increased the minute he made an appearance. The times that Miles would whimper from nightmares in his one room when he was alone.

Y/n had wanted to pull the man close and reassure him that he was safe that he could keep him safe that he could give him what he wanted to please him to pleasure him.

The Vampire growls at his thoughts, avoiding them as much as possible. He couldn’t do anything that’ll frighten Miles even more, poor kid was still getting used to the fact that he was working in a hotel full of Vampires that lusted for blood.

“All done.”

Miles voice brings Y/n back to reality, looking up to stare at the man before him, shifting his eyes towards the made bed and smiling softly.

“Thank you Miles.” He steps inside the room and approached his own bed, sitting on the edge and working on removing his tie. His sudden actions gets Miles flustered as he stutters out.

“I will attend to the others, please get some rest and if anything is needed—“

“I’ll make sure to call for you.” Y/n finished for Miles who smiled at his words.

“Uh—have a good night.” With that Miles closed the door behind him, leaning Y/n at his own devices while the older Vampire huffs out a chuckle at the sound of Miles heart beat increasing from the other side of the door.

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