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cactuscoolerr · 9 months

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OKAY BUT LIKE LOSER ISAGI, NAGI, BACHIRA AND POPULAR READER SNEAKING AROUND TO FUCK CAUSE THEY DONT WANNA RUIN THEIR REP?!?!

im sorry i got a lil excited

⋆｡˚. in secret - itoshi rin, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro

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• notes: my brain is buzzing i totally luv this concept a normal amount !! ɷ◡ɷ | also i’m adding rin cuz he’s my fav and i don’t wanna leave him out ╥﹏╥

. ˚ ｡⋆ itoshi rin

you had been avoiding rin’s subtle glances as he sat a few tables away from you. your friends had invited you to come to the library with them to study for finals, but you found it hard to focus once you saw rin and his friend group.

“you see that guy over there..?” one of your friends nudged your arms and not so subtly pointed at bachira meguru, one of rins friends. you nodded after stealing a glance at the boy with bangs before looking back down at your book. “he’s in my french class and he was talking about some imaginary friend he had. he’s such a freak”

some of your friends laughed upon hearing, the others telling them to shut up, having been deep into their study session.

you hadn’t met bachira, never having met any of rin’s friends, but he seemed like a nice guy. you didn’t have any issues with him ever since you found yourself interested in rin.

“heard that the white haired one is a gamer,” another one of your friends scoffed. “are they all nerds?”

“maybe they all became friends because no one else wanted to” your closest friend in the group snorted, causing the rest of the group to laugh. you could almost roll your eyes at how obnoxious they sounded but ignored them instead. that was until they had started mentioning rin.

you missed the way they all began looking at him, making it obvious. “i wonder how he’s not popular. with a brother like sae, you’d think he wouldn’t be such a loser”

at the mention of sae, your ears perked up and you looked towards rin like the rest of your friends. “he’s such a creep. he never talks and he just sucks around like some kind of weirdo”

“i even heard that he-” your friend stopped talking when you abruptly stood up with a book in your hand, not wanting to listen any longer. they all gave you questioning looks, making you clear your throat awkwardly. “uh.. i grabbed the wrong book”

it was quiet for a few seconds before one of your friends laughed. “and you just realized now?” she asked and you laughed softly. “yeah.. kind of embarrassing but i’m gonna go get the other one”

without having to hear what any of the others had to say, you quickly walking towards the rows of book shelves to look through random books and occupy yourself for a bit. or at least until they stopped talking badly about rin and his friend group.

“finally have enough of their shit talking?” you heard rin’s voice scoff from behind you. his tone sent a shiver down your spine but you turned around anyway. “did you hear..?”

rin nodded and you sighed, immediately going to apologize but he stopped you. “i don’t wanna hear you apologize because you didn’t say anything” he muttered and looked down at you with an intimidating gaze. “you can’t control what they say, right?”

you shook your head slowly but he still scoffed, likely wanting a different answer from you, though you didn’t know what. “decided i can’t come over tonight” rin looked away from you and slightly backed up.

“why not?” your eyebrows furrowed, slightly stepping forward to keep the close distance between you and your secret lover.

rin shrugged, “i don’t really like the idea of sneaking around with someone that has friends that talk bad about me” he muttered, looking back at you. “sounds weird, does it not?”

“no..” you said quietly, “it does sound weird. i’m sorry..”

your saddened gaze made rin’s heart race, finding the crease in your eyebrows and look of distress adorable. with a sigh, rin closed the distance and leaned down to kiss at your neck. a low moan fell passed your lips, making rin suck at your skin, lightly grazing his teeth to feel your squirm until he was satisfied.

with a lidded gaze, he looked down at you and admired the new mark on your neck. “maybe i will come over after all..” rin sighed and backed away again before leaving you to stand there alone.

it didn’t take very long for you to realize what rin did, frantically rubbing at the mark and wondering how you were gonna explain the hickey to your friends when you went back to the table.

. ˚ ｡⋆ bachira meguru

pushing you into the janitors closet, bachira was quick to push your shorts down while connecting his lips to your neck. your moans only fueled him to go faster as he pushed your panties to the side and shoved his fingers into your slick cunt. “feels like you’re all ready for my cock, hm?”

he grinned while pushing his pants and boxers down, making it quick like you two always had to. the both of you were used to it by now, quickies in the school building before going back to either of your dorms and fucking to your hearts content.

bachira understood good and well why you had to do it this way, and he didn’t mind it. it’s not like being an outcast was anything new to him, so he didn’t care as long as he could have your cunt sucking his cock in by the end of the day. if it was for you, he’d live the rest of his life unliked by everyone.

you whined sweetly into his mouth as he sunk in, groaning and making just as much noise as you were. the feeling of your cunt was unlike anything bachira had felt before. he could die like this.

“meguru..” you panted and grasped onto him tightly as your legs began to give out. “i got you..” bachira smiled softly and gripped your thighs, hoisting you up so you didn’t have to do anything but look pretty for him.

with the new position, bachira bounced you up and down on his cock with ease, slightly being able to thrust up into you, earning louder noises from you.

you held his face gently in your hands and desperately leaned down to kiss him, wanting to feel all of him and needing for him to feel all of the love you felt for him. you never wanted for your relationship to be like this, but you valued your school life too much. though, bachira was beginning to crack that as you began to think about what it would be like to happily walk through the school halls with bachira’s hand in your own, not caring about the judging glanced sent your way.

the thought of being able to be with bachira, free of judgment made you clench around his cock, making him break the kiss to whine into the crook of your neck.

“i’m so close..” he whimpered against your skin and you gently carded your fingers through his hair. “m-me too..” you said through a shaky exhale before suddenly cumming at the particularly hard slam of bachira’s hips against your ass.

the feeling of your cunt spasming around his cock was too much, making him moan and cum instantly inside of your tightening cunt and his hips unwillingly buck upwards.

the hard breathing from you and bachira filled the room as you felt sticky in his arms. but with the way bachira gently pressed his forehead against yours with a happy grin, you didn’t mind it very much as long as you got to be like this with him and him only.

. ˚ ｡⋆ isagi yoichi

isagi wasn’t entirely sure on why you invited him to your roommates party. the only person that he knew would be you and even then, you wouldn’t talk to him since you two weren’t necessarily friends.

it had been nearly an hour since isagi sat on a lone couch, gaining looks from people he didn’t know and people that likely didn’t know him. you had even walked by, just slightly glancing at him before running upstairs.

just when he was beginning to think coming was a bad idea, he got a text from you.

come upstairs. room at end of the hall he read to himself, already feeling his cock twitching in his pants. excitedly, he made his way up the stairs, searching for the room at the end of the hall that you told him to go to. the door was closed and he opened it to reveal you sitting on the bed, gently kicking your legs as you waited patiently for isagi to come find you.

upon seeing him, you immediately pounded on him, craving his taste from the make out session the two of you had in an empty classroom during classes just a few hours before.

“you’re drunk” isagi whispered against your lips, making you laugh softly. “had one drink to stop myself from riding you on that couch you were sitting on..” you gasped when isagi picked you up, his hands on your ass, and led you towards the bed.

immediately, isagi began trailing kisses down your neck, gently pulling down the straps of your dress before pulling it off of you and kissing down the rest of your body. “gonna make you feel so fucking good..” he breathed against your skin and leaned down, licking a stripe against your clothed cunt.

you shivered from the connection, and threw your head back with a quiet moan. isagi gently pulled your panties down and wasted no time in eating you out.

he was quick with his movements, bringing his fingers to sink into your cunt while he made out with your clit. it was sloppy and gross but you loved the way he made you feel. with the way he quickly fingered you and sucked your clit into his mouth, it wasn’t long until you could feel your oncoming orgasm.

“you like that?” isagi breathed out against your cunt, slightly pulling away to talk. “missed the way you tasted on my tongue..”

isagi felt you tighten around his fingers, groaning softly at the thought of you cumming on his face. “go on and cum for me, sweetie” he whispered and lapped quickly at your cunt, still fingering you until he felt you squirt against his face.

gladly opening his mouth, isagi drank your fluids, moaning at the taste while rutting against the bed like some kind of dog. it was enough to bring himself to his own release, leaving the both of you sweaty and moaning for more.

. ˚ ｡⋆ nagi seishiro

nagi was never fond of the idea of hiding how much he liked you. you said he has to pretend that he has no interest in you? that seemed like even more of a hassle to nagi than being totally infatuated with you, because he was.

having to make excuses to leave class after you did was a hassle, especially with the wondering gazes on him as he left.

but it was all worth it when he cornered you in an empty bathroom, towering over you with a dark gaze in his eyes. “don’t really like having to chase after you, pretty” he muttered, bringing his hand up to twirl your hair around his finger. with a sigh, he let his arm drop and looked at you for what you had to say.

“try not to think of it as chasing after me,” you smiled flirtatiously. “you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, nagi..”

he shivered at the tone of your voice, slightly glaring down at you with that usual pouty expression whenever you called him that. “i said you could call me by my first name, didn’t i?” he frowned, making you laugh softly. “you did, sei. i just love teasing you. you know that”

with another heavy sigh, nagi leaned down to kiss you like he’s been wanting to since you left his dorm this morning. he had been craving how your lips felt against his, your tongue gliding against his, and even more how your sweet cunt felt wrapped nicely around his cock.

he almost whimpered at the first touch of your hand against his hardening length. he almost couldn’t resist pushing you down to your knees and having you suck him off, looking up at him with that delicious gaze you always sent him.

“why do we have to do this here” nagi sighed while pulling back. “it’s such a hassle having to wait all day for you. it’s not fair..”

you leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “you know why,” a frustrated groan fell passed your lips, not liking the idea of explaining to nagi for the millionth time. “i like you, sei, but i also like my reputation, my friends. if they knew i was messing around with you, i don’t even know what they’d say”

“i don’t think you having mikage reo as a friend would help me out very much. you know what people think about you, right?”

despite hearing it all the time, hearing that most people didn’t like him from you made him wish that his social status was different. he never cared about it very much but if it meant that he couldn’t publicly be with you, nagi wanted for there to be a change.

“this sucks.” he muttered and leaned down to rest his head against your shoulder. “jus’ wanna be with you, pretty”

“i know,” you said softly and ran your fingers through his hair. “but hey..” nagi looked up at you and you laughed at the pout he had on his face. “you’re friends with that itoshi sae’s brother, right?”

you watched as nagi nodded before shrugging. “kinda.. we’re on the same team”

with a low hum, you nodded and gently caressed his face. “the itoshi’s aren’t necessarily outcasts here, ya know.. if you’re friends with rin, then it’s not too big of a stretch to say that you could build your relations with people”

you swiped nagi’s bangs from off of his forehead as he stared at the wall behind you. he hadn’t really been listening to what you were saying, spacing off from the feeling of your warm hand against his skin. “sei..?” you pushed his face gently so his gaze was on you again, finally snapping nagi out of his trance.

“let’s talk about this later,” he sighed, looking down at you with that darkened gaze again before flipping up your skirt and sliding his hand into the front of your panties. a soft gasp sounded from you as nagi sunk his fingers into your slick, using it to ease his fingers into your cunt without any problems. “just wanna feel you for now, pretty”

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ynbabe · 2 months

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Fake texts au- pt.17 bffs with the rookies+ The Sleepover I

You had called all the rookies and a few others as well, the first one to show up was Lance. You had become friends with him through your uncle and in the short time you knew him, you both had become close.

You ran up and hugged him, making him stumble back a few steps. He laughed, dropping his bags and wrapped his arms around you.

You let go, patting his shoulders, leading him into the house, he motioned to the driver he had rented to bring in the rest of his luggage.

"Holy shit, are you moving in with me?" You gasped as the man brought in two huge suitcases and went back for more.

"You don't want the stuff I got you then?" He raised his brow, sitting on the couch next to you. You shifted closer to the man and nudged him with your shoulders, making him smile.

"Nooooo, I want the stuff, you can leave though," You shrugged.

"Man shut up," he retorted, "I've got to meet with Nando anyways,"

"Well, I'm still your favourite Alonso though,"

"You literally never were," he bit back, making you gasp, you turned your face away, hand on your chest.

"Outta my house man, ungrateful ass-"

"I'm literally doing you a favour." He deadpanned.

You just stared at him for a second and then broke the silence, incapable of staying still.

"You want a pizza?"

"I want to sleep, jet lag fucking sucks," He groaned, even though the time difference between Canada and Spain wasn't more than his f1 schedule, it was a lot.

"Yeah, come on, I'll show you to your room." You got up, him following.

"By when do the others get here?" He asked as you led him up the stairs.

"Well, Arthur's getting here in like half an hour, Logan and Oscar are getting here by like 5, and Mick's gonna be here by 7, we'll start streaming by like 9 I think," His eyes glistened when hearing Mick's name, obviously happy to have someone he was close with.

I opened the door to the guest room and he immediately made his way to the bed, all but passing out.

You went back down, knowing you'd have to open the door for Arthur soon and I didn't want the bell to disturb Lance. So I opened the door and laid on the couch, scrolling on my phone.

I was lost on TikTok, spam-sending random reels to the group chat.

Suddenly someone grabbed the hood of my hoodie and pulled it, making me jump off the couch and fall on the floor dragging the person down with me.

I opened my eyes to find a laughing blonde bent over my torso.

"What the fuck, Arthur!" you yelled, pushing the still-laughing boy off me, sitting up and adjusting my hoodie.

"Well, who asked you to leave the door open?" He retorted, letting himself fall on the couch, I sat back where I was and he turned, placing his head on my lap, "By the way, did you get a roommate or something?" he asked pointing to the bags.

"Nah, that's just Lance," I said, returning to my scrolling.

"Charlies' asking if we'll be drinking today,"

"i dont know why?"

"So he can call the cops in advance,"

"WE ARENT THAT BAD" I cried out knowing it was a lie.

As time went on, I shifted into a more comfortable position, sleep finally taking us over.

I woke up with a start and startled the boy curled beside me. The doorbell kept ringing a second time, loud and harsh.

"What the fuck," I called out, rubbing my eyes and then remembering Logan and Oscar were supposed to be arriving.

I ran to the door, jumping over Lance's bags in the hallway, opening the door to find my closest friends, "Hi! How are y'all?" You asked, helping them with their bags, and setting them next to Lance's.

You hugged the Brunette and then the blonde who wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in, and making you feel warm.

"How was the flight?" You asked, your hand still around Logan's waist, and his around yours.

The three of you spoke as you walked to the living sofa, where Arthur was finally awake enough to be human.

"Hey, Art," Logan ruffled the other blondes hair and jumped over the back of the couch to sit next to him.

Arthur, who was happy to have someone else to lean on, immediately latched onto Logan, pushing the American down, and passing out again.

"He's jetlagged, or something, I don' know," You shrugged when the boy looked at you for an explanation. "I'll go wake up Lance, y'all know where your rooms are right?" You asked and Oscar nodded, the others either sleeping or trying not to move.

When the man finally woke up, and didn't throw pillows at you with scary accuracy, he walked down the stairs behind you to the living room and greeted the rest of the boys.

You all freshened up and called for some food, waiting for Mick.

Finally, the blonde arrived, smiling and surprisingly with no jet lag.

You guys ate a quick dinner and set up Oscar's twitch channel.

You rubbed your hands together maniacally making the boys look at you questioningly, poor guys, you thought, they have no idea whats planned.

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onlyfezco · 3 months

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Obvious - Fezco

Summary: You insist on meeting your cousin Rue's drug dealer and an interesting friendship develops in the process.

Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 4,840

Author's Note: Started this in March of 2022 and it's finally getting posted lol. This is my first Fezco fic since Angus' passing which is so hard to type I'm crying at that. I still miss him. A lot. Dividers from @firefly-graphics

Rue was your closest cousin. Not that you had many, and the few you did have lived somewhere outside of East Highland, but that was beside the point. She was a year younger than you, so the two of you spent most of your childhood glued to one another. When her dad died, you saw the toll it took on her. You realized then that she started using but she played it off like she had it all under control. That’s what an addict does. Eventually you did confront her about it. She said it was mostly weed, so you let it slide. One day she had you drive her to restock her supply. That’s when you met Fezco for the first time.

“So you’re the guy selling my baby cousin drugs,” you blurted out after Rue did a quick introduction then started making her way to Ashtray behind the refrigerated drinks.

“Y/N, what the fuck,” Rue shouted at you annoyed. “You’re only a year older than me.”

“A year and three months,” you corrected. You only got specific with the three months to annoy Rue. You crossed your arms over your chest as you eyed the ginger sitting on the counter in front of you. “And how old are you?”

Fez observed you carefully. It’s not everyday some random person immediately brings up him selling drugs directly to his face. Especially a cute random person. “You always talk to new people like this?”

“Only when my cousin’s health is at stake.” You sighed and shook your head. “Look, I don’t have beef with you. I realized a while ago that Rue’s gonna do what she wants. I just want to make sure she’s being safe about it... well, as safe as you can get with drugs.”

Fez nodded along as you spoke understanding your concern for your cousin. He knew Rue wasn’t going around promoting that she was doing drugs or that he sold. You were just looking out for her. “I get it.”

“I’ve heard too many stories about people overdosing on Fentanyl or something they didn’t know was laced with Fentanyl. I don’t want to find out that happened to my cousin.”

“You don’t have to worry, ma. I don’t mess with that shit. All my stuff is good.”

You squinted at him taking in his words. “Better be. Otherwise I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Fez chuckled. He didn’t doubt for a second you wouldn’t fight behind Rue. “Understood.”

“You go to school with Rue? I ain’t never seen you ‘round before.” Fez went to most of the East Highland High School parties to deal. Since he’s never seen you there, either you didn’t go to that school, or you didn’t go to parties. Either way, he was missing out on you.

“Oh God, no,” you said. “I go to Centenary.”

“Oh, so you smart smart.” You smiled and rolled your eyes at Fezco’s statement, and he decided right then and there that was something he wanted to see more of.

“Something like that,” you replied giggling.

“You ready to go, Y/N,” Rue popped up practically out of no where and asked. Damn, why did Rue have to be so quick.

“Uhh, yeah,” you said to your cousin. Rue shoved her hands into her dad’s old maroon jacket and started to walk out the store. You turned to Fezco and said, “I’m gonna be watching you, sir.”

Fez smiled at the thought. “I look forward to it, ma.”

After that, you made a few impromptu trips to Fez’s store without Rue. You told him your grandma lived in the neighborhood, which she did, so it wasn’t a lie. But Fez did point out that before Rue, you had never came to the store before.

“I mean I could always go somewhere else for my carbonated beverages if you want,” you said as you turned on your heel to leave the store without making your usual purchase.

“Nah,” Fez replied grabbing your wrist stopping you, “I ain’t say all that.”

When your mom told you that Rue overdosed, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Maybe if you had told your Aunt Leslie what Rue was doing, she could have got some help. But you knew Rue. Ever since her dad’s death she had been struggling. She would have to finally deal with that grief if she was going to stop, and you knew that was the last thing she wanted to do.

A few days after Rue’s overdose, you went to visit Fezco. You weren’t sure if he knew or not. Even though he was her dealer, he was close to Rue, so you thought he should know. And it would be better coming from you than to hear it on the street.

“Well if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N,” Fezco greeted you with a smile on his face.

You tried to smile at the red head, but it was weak. “Hey Fezco.”

“What’s wrong,” Fez asked, immediately knowing something was up.

You walked to him fiddling with your fingers nervous to tell him about your cousin. “Uh... it’s Rue,” you said looking up at him with somber eyes. “She overdosed.”

Fez’s face became tense. He didn’t question it. He wasn’t shocked, just sad.

You couldn’t take looking into his piercing blue eyes any longer and set your eyes on the candy on the counter. “She’s still at the hospital going through withdrawals. Aunt Leslie’s going to put her in rehab when she gets out.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Fez said as he placed his hand on your arm to comfort you. Your eyes met his again and you could tell he genuinely felt bad.

“Its..,” you paused and laughed. “I was going to say it’s okay, but its not. She didn’t die, so that’s great but... I didn’t know it was this bad with her.”

Fez dropped his hand and leaned against the counter behind him. “Why’d you come here, ma?”

You looked at him confused. “What are you talking about? Rue’s your friend, I thought you should know.”

“She is but... you ain’t come here to blame me?”

You were taken aback. “No, Fez. It’s not your fault. Rue made a choice. And if she didn’t get her drugs from you, it would be someone else.”

Fez was quiet as he took in what you said. You wanted to, no, needed him to understand this wasn’t his fault.

“Listen to me Fezco. Rue’s got a lot of problems that she has to deal with. She was using drugs to cope with her grief. I know you wouldn’t want her to OD. I’d rather know she was going to you for her fix, than some random guy who didn’t give two shits about whether or not she lived or died. So I don’t want you putting any of this on yourself, okay?”

Fez gave a small nod to let you knew he understood. You don’t know if he actually believed what you said, but you were glad it was out there.

Over the summer, you visited the store more frequently. You did see him outside the store once at a pool party. Of course you pointed out that you’d never seen him at a party before. Your crowd was a little different than the East Highland High School bunch. Fez played it off though, but you knew he was only there for you.

An unexpected hangout occurred one evening when you stopped by the store on a cloudy day. The flow of customers was already crazy slow, then it started raining and store had been empty besides you, Fez, and Ash for the last hour.

“Aye, bro, can we go home? I’m bored as shit,” Ash said coming from behind the refrigerators.

Fez looked to you sitting on top of the freezer that held the popsicles and ice-cream before he spoke. “Uh, yeah. Go head and pack up.”

You hopped off your self designated spot in store. “Welp, I guess that’s my queue to head home.”

“Nah,” Fez said and stopped you in your tracks. “You ain’t gotta go home.”

“But I gotta get outta here,” you interrupted giggling.

“Nah, ma. I was finna say you could come to my place and hang... if you want.”

Your eyebrows shot up. Fez’s and your relationship mostly consisted of you just hanging out at his store while he worked. The two of you texted every now and then, but that was about it.

“Oh... Uh, sure,” you managed to stammer out. Then you realized that didn’t sound very enthusiastic so you added, “Yeah, I’d love to come over.”

You followed Fez and Ashtray home in your car since you drove yourself to the store. You were anxious the whole way there and the rain definitely wasn’t helping.

Fez’s place looked homey. The living room felt familiar; the couches reminding you of your grandma’s house.

“You want anythin’ to drank,” Fez asked making his way to the kitchen.

“Uh, no, I’m good. Thanks though,” you replied slowly making your way to where he went. It was always awkward the first time you went over to a friend’s house.

Fez reappeared from the kitchen with a beer in his hand. He eyed you for a second before speaking. “You want to watch a movie or somethin’?”

The rest of the evening was spent on Fez’s couch, watching old 90′s movies. Even Ashtray joined you for one. It was nice. It felt normal, not like you somehow became friends with you cousin’s drug dealer.

“Oh my God, Fezzy,” you shouted excitedly. “You won’t believe- Rue,” you paused when you saw your cousin coming from the back door that led to Ashtray. You glanced at Fez, then back to Rue. “What are you doing here?”

“Just popped in for a visit,” Rue answered. Her hands fidgeted in her pockets of her dad’s jacket.

“Unhuh...,” you hummed knowing she didn’t just stop by to see the boys.

“What are you doing here,” Rue asked curious.

“I came by to see Fez,” you stated quickly. “You just got out of rehab, Rue.”

Rue rolled her eyes at you. “Yeah, and I had no plans on staying clean. I learned my lesson cuz. I know my limits now.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “You only know your limits cause you overdosed Rue! You almost died!”

“Key word being almost.”

“Oh my God,” you shook your head again turning away from the conversation. “I’ll talk to you later, Fez,” you said then turned to walk out of the store.

“Hey, Y/N,” Rue said and you stopped in your tracks. “You’re not gonna tell my mom are you?”

You huffed exhausted by your cousin. You telling her mom should be the least of her concerns. You still faced the door but turned your head to look at Rue. Your eyes glossed over with frustrated tears. “I wish you cared about yourself like the rest of us do.”

Two weeks went by before you saw Fez again. The ginger was starting to think you blamed him for Rue’s relapse. Even though you had told him Rue made a choice to do drugs so it wasn’t his fault, your silence made him think you thought otherwise now.

It was Sunday afternoon when Fez heard someone at his door. He looked through the peephole and saw you, then quickly opened the door.

“What’s up, ma?”

“Hey... I went by the store first but you weren’t there. I know I should have called or something, but I just wanted to see you.”

“Nah, you good. I’m just surprised is all.”

“Is this a bad time?”

“Nah, come in,” Fez said then stepped to the side to let you in.

“Thanks,” you replied as you walked past him. You had only been in Fez’s place once, but it felt familiar. You just stood in the entry way while Fez closed the door. “Um, can we talk?”

“Yeah, come on,” Fez said nodding towards the living room.

Fez took his usual place on the couch and you followed suit sitting beside him.

“I’m sorry about ghosting you these last two weeks,” you said, not being able to make eye contact with him. You felt guilty for ignoring him even though your issues were with Rue. Fez just sat there quiet. He wasn’t a man of many words, but you needed him to say something. “Not to sound cliché, but it was me not you.”

“It sure felt like it was because of me,” Fez said.

You turned on the couch to face him more. “It wasn’t, Fez. I promise. I’m mad at Rue, and I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

“Yeah, but she got her drugs from me and Ash. I could have told her no.”

“And then she would have thrown a fit and went somewhere else. Probably somewhere dangerous.”

“Why you keep makin’ excuses for me? You shouldn’t be anywhere near me.”

“What,” you asked, your eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “Fez, no, I don’t want to be anywhere else but near you.” You spoke before you could realize what you were saying but it was true. Fez finally looked towards you and you averted his eyes. The silence was too loud. You were careful with your next words. “If I have to tell you every day, then I will,” you said slowly then looked back up at him. “Rue’s choice to do drugs, and keep doing them after her OD, is hers and hers alone. It’s not your fault.”

Fez took in what you said and how it made him feel then began to shake his head. “Nah, y/n. You tryin’ to justify it still don’t make it right.”

“Fine,” you said exhausted, throwing your hands up in the air. “It’s not right! Rue coping with drugs. You selling her drugs. None of it is right, okay! But Rue is family and you’re my friend. So I’m not going anywhere,” you shouted then just fell back into the couch crossing your arms over your chest.

Fez just watched you from his place on the couch. Anger and annoyance evident on your face. The situation sucked, but Fez didn’t want to lose you. He was worried if Rue overdosed again, not only would he lose a sister, but you would never forgive him. Regardless of how much you told him it wasn’t his fault she was on drugs, he was the supplier. But, if you wanted to keep being friends with him, who was he to tell you no.

“Aight, ma,” Fez drawled out in his usual tone.

“Aight what,” you asked for clarification.

“You’re right... and stubborn,” Fez said, trying to stifle a laugh.

You eyed him cautiously. “Elaborate.”

Fez stayed sitting forward, but turned his head turned towards you and let it fall back on the couch. “Rue’s gonna find a way to do drugs whether or not I give them to her. She was on them before she met me.”

You uncrossed your arms resting them in your lap as you sighed feeling sorry about your cousin. You hated the mess she got in and wished for nothing more than her sobriety. While you were thinking about Rue, Fez’s hand grabbed your forearm then slid down to your hand, pulling it so it was on the empty cushion space between you two, so he could hold it.

“And you’re right about us being friends,” Fez continued. You bit your lip trying to stop your grin from getting too big, and Fez returned a small smile.

After that day, you had seen less of Fez than you usually had in the summer. It was your senior year, so you were busy trying to keep your grades up while staying active in your clubs. You explained your schedule to Fez so he didn’t trip at the fact that he was seeing less of you.

Things between you and Rue were strained. After you talked to Fez, you talked to your cousin and told her if she kept doing drugs you weren’t going to stick around and watch her kill herself. You were no longer holding any sympathy for what she was going through. Your Aunt Leslie and Gia managed to keep living without having their grief hold them back, why couldn’t Rue at least try? But Rue became spiteful, not caring that you were cutting yourself off from her.

You missed how things were in the summer. No stress. Rue was in rehab so you knew she was safe. Spending afternoons at Fez’s store. Missing Fez was how you found yourself at an East Highland party. One of your friends brought it up and you were quick to agree to the outing. You knew he would be dealing at the party, and that was more than enough of a reason to go.

“Hey,” Rue said plopping down on the couch by Fez.

“What’s up, kid?”

“What’s going on with you and my cousin,” Rue asked, cutting straight to the chase. She was never one to beat around the bush.

“Whatchu mean,” Fez asked.

“Y/N doesn’t do parties. Especially not East Highland parties. And I know she’s not here for me.”

“Shit, she might be here for you,” Fez replied nonchalantly but he was hoping you were here for him. He missed seeing you on a regular basis.

“Nah, she’s not even talking to me right now. Cut me off cause I won’t stop using. Trying to teach me a lesson or some shit,” Rue said while she rolled her eyes. “So much for family.”

“Don’t say that shit, Rue.” Fez was getting agitated, because he knew how much you cared for her. “That girl loves you. She just wants you to do better.”

“If she loved me, she wouldn’t leave,” Rue argued, her shoulders tensing up.

“Nah, kid. That’s not how love works. She just doesn’t want to sit around and watch you kill yo’self.”

Rue sat there stunned, your words replaying in her head. “That’s exactly what Y/N told me... how much have you two been hanging out?”

Fez just shook his head as he took his blunt from behind his ear and lit it. “She misses you. Talk to her, Rue.”

You had been at the party for about an hour now. Attempting to play it cool as if Fez wasn’t the sole reason for you being there, you were trying to wait before you went and actually spoke to him. You noticed him a few minutes after you arrived. The two of you made eye contact and waved, but that was it.

Finally managing to leave your friends, you were making your way to Fezco when Rue stepped in front of you.

“Oh sor- hey Rue.”

“Hey, cuz,” Rue said. She looked... nervous. She was fidgeting with her jacket’s hood strings. Her eyes looking practically everywhere else but at you. “Um, can we talk for a sec?”

You looked past her to see Fez still sitting on the couch. Some guy coming up to him to make a deal. “Uh, yeah. Of course. Let’s step outside.”

Rue nodded, then you both made your way to the front door. There was too much going on in the backyard to have a private conversation there. You opened the door and let Rue step out into the cool night air first.

You leaned against one of the front porch beams while Rue just stood there awkwardly and shoved her hands into her jacket pockets.

The silence between you two was awkward which was a first. You tried to wait for Rue to speak, but she struggled to find the words.

“What’s up, Rue?”

“Umm, I just- I,” Rue stammered out while she fidgeted in her spot. “Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N. We’ve never not talked to each other like this and I hate it. I miss you.”

You sighed, sorrow filling your eyes. “I miss you, too, cousin.”

Rue’s eyes glossed over as she started to smile. “Uh, I haven’t been using as much anymore.”

You reached out and placed your hand on her wrist for a moment. “That’s great.”

Rue nodded, her eyes dogging around. “Yeah... I met someone.”

“Oh,” you replied, your eyebrows rising up in surprise. You were thrilled Rue was using less, but you knew if her sobriety was because of a person, it wouldn’t last long. “Do I know them?”

“No, she’s new. Her name is Jules.”

“Jules,” you repeated, making sure you pronounced it right.

Rue nodded, her smile growing bigger. “Yeah, she’s here tonight. Pretty blonde in the bright pink mini skirt.”

“You look happy.”

She ran her fingers through her curls, pushing her hair back. “I’m working on it.”

It was quiet for a moment as you looked down at your cousin. “Hey, Rue.”

“Yeah?”

“I know we haven’t been talking, but... you know I’m here if you need me.” You placed your hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

“I know,” Rue said nodding. Then you placed your other hand on her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug. Since you were on the step above her, you towered over her in the hug so you sat your chin on her head.

“Okay... you can let go now, Y/N,” Rue said after you were holding onto her a little too long.

“No, gotta make up for lost time,” you said, hugging her tighter.

“It wasn’t that much time.”

“It felt like forever,” you said dragging out the r then placing a bunch of kisses on Rue’s head.

“Ew, okay okay, I get it,” Rue said squirming in your arms. “Why don’t you go and kiss Fez?”

You stopped abruptly, pulling back slightly to look down at Rue. “Why would you say that? Did he... did he say something to you?”

Rue gently pushed herself out of your arms. “No, but it’s obvious something is happening between you two.”

“What,” you asked shaking your head, nervously running your hand over your hair. “Nothing’s happening. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, friends who wanna fuck,” Rue replied. She was always the blunt one in the family.

“Rue!”

“Am I wrong,” she asked, her eyes on you.

“Uhh-I mean...”

“Un huh. Just tell him how you feel,” Rue said as she started to make her way back into the party.

“You say that like it’s so easy.”

Rue turned around so she was walking backwards now. “It is when the other person likes you back.” Then she turned back around and you lost sight of her in the sea of people.

“But...,” you shouted then began to whisper since you no longer saw her, “how do you know he likes me?”

Now you were nervous. You weren’t really one to flirt, at least not on purpose anyway. It was one thing to act normal around Fez and pretend you didn’t have a huge crush on him, it was another for someone to tell you he liked you and pretend to be normal. What if Rue was wrong? What if whatever sign she was getting from Fezco, was just him being a good friend, and not him being interested in you?

You made your way back into the party, but completely passed by the living room and went straight for the bathroom. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a line so you went right in. You locked the door then went to the mirror to look at yourself. Everything was still in place. Your lipstick was perfect. Your hair styled the way you liked it. Now, if only you could get that look of fear off your face.

“Breath, Y/N,” you said to yourself. You took a long exhale then inhaled. “Rue wouldn’t lie to you... well, maybe about drugs but not about this. And it’s Fez. Just put out some feelers to see where his head is at.” You nodded at yourself then turned the faucet on to splash a little water on yourself. Then your eyes grew wide as you thought, looking at yourself in the mirror again. “But what if he’s just being nice? IT’S FEZ! He’d never intentionally be mean to me. So how will I know if he’s only being polite and not actually flirting with me. Ughh!”

You dried your hand on a nearby towel then turned away from the mirror. You took some deep breaths to try and shake off the nervous feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. “Okay. It’s fine. You’re fine.” You thought about every time you hung out with Fez over the summer. Going to his house for the first time. Him giving you candy for free at the store. Him holding your hand on his couch. Fez was a good friend and you didn’t want to lose that, but you couldn’t keep holding your feelings for the ginger in.

“Hey Y/N,” Fezco said once you stopped in front of him. A small smile growing on his lips. Somehow his eyes managed to shimmer in the crappy living room lighting.

“Uh can you give me a ride home? I don’t feel so hot and I can’t find my friends.”

Technically it wasn’t a lie. You didn’t feel great. Your anxiety about asking Fez how he felt about you made you sick to your stomach.

“Sure thing, ma,” Fez replied, getting up from the couch without a second thought. Add that to the list of reasons you liked Fez. He would drop everything for you. The party wasn’t done so there was still money to be made, yet here he was, walking you out the party to his car.

The ride was quiet and awkward which was unusual. You only felt awkward around Fez when you had to bring up Rue’s drug addiction. Glancing over at Fez, he was oblivious to the worry that was going on in your head. His eyes focused on the dark road ahead as he nodded along to the music. The streetlights highlighting his freckles as you drove through the neighborhood.

“Do you like me,” you asked, interrupting Fez.

Fez’s eyes left the road for a moment confused at your sudden change in the conversation. He readjusted himself in his spot before he spoke. “Yeah, course I like you. Wouldn’t be giving you a ride home if I didn’t.”

You shook your head annoyed. “No, Fez. I mean do you like like me? Like if we were in middle school and you found a note in your locker that said ‘do you like me? Yes or no.’ Which one would you circle?”

“Oh.”

Oh. OH! What did he mean by oh. Your brain was running a mile a minute now. Fez better say something else and quick.

After what felt like forever, but was only about 5 seconds. “Yeah... thought it was obvious I was feelin’ you.”

You let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. “Obvious?”

“Yeah, I mean I thought you was real cute that first day you came in the store grillin’ me about what I was sellin’ Rue.” Fez chuckled to himself remembering that day.

“You thought I was cute,” you asked baffled. This was all so confusing for you.

Fez shook his head, eyes still focused on the road. “You gonna just keep repeating everything I’m sayin?”

“Uhh, yeah,” you replied, your eyes wide trying to prosses what he was saying to you. “It doesn’t make sense and you’re being so nonchalant about this.”

“How am I supposed to be?”

“I don’t know,” you answered, your hands flailing around. “Not like this! Just a minute ago I was freaking out wondering if I would ruin our friendship, or if there was even the slightest chance you liked me back... and you do. My brain can’t comprehend.”

Fezco put his car in park and you realized you were in front of you house. “Well, comprehend, ma.”

You slouched back in your seat staring out at the road ahead of you taking it all in. Rue was right. “What do we do now?”

Fez reached over the center console and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. “Well, we could start with a date?”

You turned at looked at Fez, biting your lip to stop your smile from getting too big. “I’d like that,” you said, nodding your head.

“Cool,” Fez said smiling.

“Cool,” you repeated grinning right back.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just staring at one another.

“You know what. I’m feeling way better now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah... don’t think I’m quite ready to go inside yet.”

“You got something in mind?”

“Not really,” you said, pausing to think for a second. “Just not ready to leave you yet,” you replied, squeezing his hand a little while rubbing your thumb back and forth on the back of his hand.

Fezco’s checks got incredibly hotter as he looked away from you avoiding your eyes. He let go of your hand and put his car back in drive beginning to drive off then said, "I think I know a place."

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POWER TRIP !!

Summary: When Miles is forced on a vacation with his mother and a bunch of people from his mom’s past, he expects to be miserable the entire time. But little does he know, you’re lots of fun to be around…

Pairing: Earth 42 Miles x Fem!Black!Reader (Both are 17)

Notes: My friend did not have time to translate for me so I had to take matters into my own hands and use SpanishDict and DeepL. If the translations are shit, please correct me in the comments. I’d really appreciate it. Also, If I mentioned anything about Miles’ hair being in a low ponytail or a bun, I meant what I said. He reminds me of Latrelle from on my block so his hair is very versatile in my mind💀 With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

Warning(s): Implied Grumpy x Sunshine trope, profanity of course, Rio is definitely an instigator (she means well), Miles is annoyed for majority of the story, rushed relationship, Y/n’s dad is annoying, teenagers in love (you wish that was you huh?) Let me know if I forgot anything!!

When Miles’ mother bursts into his room, speaking in frantic Spanglish about how Miles needs to pack a bag, he has to stop and look at the expression on her face to realize nothing is wrong and he doesn’t need to kill anyone tonight.

His mother tells him that a few of her closest friends from high school had found her Facebook and wanted to meet up, and he couldn’t stay home alone after that stunt he pulled last week when she had to work extra hours at the hospital. And not only did he have to go, but he had to bring his younger cousin Dillon as well so his uncle Aaron could “handle some business.”

Miles just sighed, knowing he couldn’t argue with his mother and began to pack his bags. Three days later, him, Dillon, and his mother had landed in Orlando and were standing in the lobby of an overly colorful hotel. As his mother was checking in, Miles realized he’d rather be anywhere else.

After receiving their right room numbers, the three of them walked to their rooms to settle in before returning to the lobby, where all hell broke loose.

His mother had made the decision to scream and approach two other women who were also screaming. Miles could only shake his head and wish to go home. He thought about escape routes, ride arrangements, and even the possibility of staying at Uncle Aaron's house.

However, his inner thoughts were interrupted as his face was forced into someone's chest.

“Lil’ man!” A random chubby man yelled, his hand tangled into Miles curly ponytail. “You was this big last time I seen you! You done grew some! How old you is?”

“I’m seventeen.” Miles said, his voice muffled by the guy’s chest.

“Seventeen! Damn, how time flies by. You remember me?”

“Nah.” Miles said curtly.

“Miles.” His mother started, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t, ma. ¿Querías que mintiera?”

“Watch the attitude, Miles.” She said, thumping him on the forehead before embracing the strange man and the two screaming women. “These are my friends from high school. Michael, Linda, and Nicole.”

“Nice to meet you.” Dillon and Miles said in unison.

Linda grabbed Michael’s hand before gesturing to the children behind her. “These are our kids; Y/n and Jacob.”

Nicole then joined in. “And these are my sons, Jonny and Tito.”

Miles looks to each kid as they’re being introduced, but he lets his eyes linger on Y/n a little longer until Tito spoke.

“En realidad, mi nombre es Salvador. No Tito. I don’t know why they still call me that.”

Miles chuckles. “I feel you.”

“So how old are you all now?” Miles’ mother asks, squeezing her friends’ children into a hug.

The kids all name their age, and Rio gets excited immediately.

“Y/n and Miles you’re the same age! And Jacob you’re the same age as Dillon! You can all be such great friends. ¡Qué amoroso!”

The adults talk about their kids closeness in age for a second before Rio opens her mouth again.

“Papá, sé amable y ayúdala con sus maletas.”

“No necesita mi ayuda, mami.”

“Miles.”

“Vale, vale…”

“Y/n!” Rio yelled excitedly, gaining your attention. “Miles will help you with your bags.”

You waved your hands and shook your head frantically. “Oh, Mrs. Morales it’s okay! My dad can-“

“Oh don’t worry about him, I insist! Go, Miles.”

Miles sighs as silently as he can and then grabs all four of Y/n’s bags effortlessly, looking at her to lead the way to her room.

“Come back quickly!” Michael yelled, fixing his voice to make it sound deeper than it already was. “Put the bags down and that’s all.”

“Okay, dad. Chill.”

Y/n and Miles walk in silence, never speaking a word to each other although Y/n's stare spoke volumes.

They return to the lobby mostly silently after setting the bags down, with Y/n opening and closing her mouth a few times but never really managing to say anything but “do you like bread?” Which earned her a side eye from Miles.

When they got back, Jonny told them what the adults had decided.

“We’re going to Disney springs.”

Together with a few other hotel guests, the ten of them boarded the Disney shuttle bus and left.

When they got there, the adults made the decision to play a game of rock, paper, scissors to determine where they would all have dinner tonight. Nicole won and decided to let the kids choose.

Michael made an attempt to bribe them into choosing the T-Rex Café, but they all side eyed him and chose Planet Hollywood.

When they arrived, a makeshift red carpet led up to the entryway. Somewhere in the middle, one of the employees offered to take a group photo of them.

Miles took three pictures, two of them courtesy of his mother who insisted they were pictures he should be taking.

One as a group, one with his mother, himself, and Dillon, and one with Y/n.

Both were a little awkward. The former had Rio kissing Miles on the face and pinching Dillon's cheek in public, while the latter… was an interesting thing to talk about.

After taking a picture with his mother and cousin, Miles was about to walk away when Mom stopped him and said

“Y/n! Would you like to take a picture with Miles?”

Miles was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, and Y/n would have dropped her phone had it not been for Jacob's fast reflexes.

“O-oh, no Mrs. Morales, he doesn’t even want to take a picture and I myself am so of tired of pictures, you know, with the flash and everything.”

“Girl don’t play with me.” Linda spoke, inserting herself into their conversation. “You’re a model. You do this for a living. Just take a quick picture with Miles and we can go.”

“Baby she don’t need to take a picture with no boys.” Michael whined, turning his wife to face him.

“You know he’s a good kid, Mike. He’s Rio’s son.”

Y/n's parents continued to argue as she nervously walked over to Miles on the carpet while Rio and the photographer instructed them to smile.

Although Miles didn't smile, he calmly wrapped his arm around Y/n, who jumped at the touch and stared up at him in shock.

“Smile for me, ángel.” Miles spoke lowly enough for only Y/n to hear, meeting her eyes and smirking.

After taking the photo, the photographer gave it to Rio and instructed them to enter the restaurant. Miles walked away from Y/n without another word.

After that awkward fiasco, the group entered the restaurant and were immediately welcomed and seated. Y/n ultimately found herself seated next to Miles, and she could not stop worrying about whether or not her chewing would be too loud. But instead of thinking in her head like normal people, Y/n muttered under her breath, a lot like Deku from My Hero Academia (ifykyk).

Miles noticed and chuckled to himself.

A server took their order a little while later, and a short while after that, they left to look around at the movie props and film scripts around the restaurant.

Later that night, the adults left their kids some money and went on a hot air balloon ride. Since Miles already had money of his own, he gave Dillon the borrowed money and then walked away alone.

Well, at least he thought he was alone.

When he realized he wasn’t, he nearly backhanded the intruder, but they were quicker than he'd thought and caught his wrist.

“Um, okay. Wow. I definitely could’ve died.” Y/n spoke, dropping Miles’ wrist.

“My bad.” Miles spoke, looking her up and down. “Why didn’t you go with everyone else? They need someone to watch after them.”

“Trust me, they don’t. Salvador is very responsible.” She informed him. “Besides, how do you know I’m responsible enough to watch over them?”

Miles shrugged and moved away from Y/n to lean onto the only railing that separates them from the water. "I don't."

Y/n chuckled and then followed him, leaning against the same railing but facing Miles.

Miles gave her a stank face. “I actually came over here to remove myself from you…”

Y/n shrugs. “You intrigue me.”

“Yeah?” Y/n nods. “How so?”

“Well I don’t know.” Y/n shrugs, “In my experience, silent people are the most interesting.”

“Or the most deadly, depends on who you know.”

“Cmon, drop the hood nigga persona and let’s be besties for the rest of this trip.”

“Nah.”

“It’ll be fun!”

Miles rolls his eyes. “You are something else.”

“I know, you’ll get used to it eventually. Three months top.”

“You said for the rest of this trip.”

“Well obviously I lied.”

“She lied. Of course she did.” Miles spoke to himself. “We can’t just be civil and be quiet?”

“No, we have to be besties. It’s the only way or else I’ll cry and your mom will let my dad beat you up.”

“He can try, but I can fight.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“Come onnnnn!!”

“No.”

“Miles!”

“Okay, mama. Okay. I’ll be your Bestie for the rest of the trip.”

“You won’t regret it! Okay, now let’s go have fun!”

Surprisingly, Miles let Y/n to lead him aimlessly around Disney Springs until they left. The following few days, he allowed her to continue dragging him around.

When it came time for everyone to return home, Y/n's family made the decision to take drop everyone else off at the airport (since the four of them actually lived in Florida and didn't need to leave the state).

This time, Y/n was the one insisting something. That something being walking them into the airport while Rio insisted that it was fine.

Y/n won, which meant her dad had also decided to walk them in just “to make sure Y/n won’t get lost.”

“So,” Y/n started, linking her pinky with Miles who surprisingly enough didn’t seem to have a problem with it, “How was it to be my Bestie for a week?”

Miles chuckled. “You’re not all that bad.”

“I’m not all that bad? Don’t you mean it was the best experience of your life and you can’t wait to see me again?”

“Nah, I ain’t say all that.”

“But you meant it. It’s okay to admit that I’m super funny and cool and pretty and you absolutely love me.”

Miles chuckled again, which was out of character for him.

Rio checked the time and spoke up

"Miles, dile adiós. Tenemos que irnos. Te esperaré allí.”

Miles nods and turns to face Y/n, but Rio quickly pushes him aside and embraces the girl.

“It was so nice to see you again, hermosa! We’ll have to keep better contact so we can see you and your family again, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs Morales! It was so nice to meet you in person and I really enjoyed your company this weekend. You’re so sweet!”

“No, you’re so sweet! Much love to you sweetie, we’ll plan something soon.” She kisses you on the cheek before pulling your father out of the way so you and Miles can have a moment.

“So,” Miles turns to you, but gets interrupted by you throwing your arms around him.

“I’m gonna miss you, bestie!”

Miles smiles down at her, finally wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’m gonna miss you too, mama.”

“See, I knew you loved me.”

Miles' eyesight travels from her lips to her eyes and back again. Naturally, Y/n can't keep quiet.

“You look like you want to kiss me.”

“Quiero besarte.”

“Do it, no balls.”

Miles chuckles before kissing Y/n twice on the lips and trying to lean in once again, but of course both of their parents broke up them up by clapping and raising their voices in protest.

Yet again, Y/n can’t keep quiet.

She looks up at Miles with hearts in her eyes. “…you taste like strawberries and rainbows.”

Miles rolls his eyes before pecking Y/n's lips once more, prompting yet another outburst from their parents.

"Cálmate, mami. Please!” Miles whined while Y/n shook her head at her father with wide eyes.

Y/n grinned as she pulled away from Miles and pulled her phone from her back pocket. “I don't have your number.

Miles took her phone and swiftly entered his number before handing it back to her and holding her hands in his, gently moving backward as he does so. "Let’s keep in touch, yeah?"

Y/n nods, saying bye to Miles as he pulls away and walks over to his mom, of course waving a goodbye to Y/n’s dad as well.

BONUS:

When he got home later and took his phone off of airplane mode, Miles felt his phone buzz in his pocket with a text from an unknown number who he could only assume was you..

Translations (may be inaccurate or in Spain Spanish btw, so please correct me if needed):

¿Querías que mintiera? - Did you want me to lie?

En realidad, mi nombre es Salvador. No Tito. - Actually, my name is Salvador. Not Tito.

¡Qué amoroso! - How sweet!

Sé amable y ayúdala con sus maletas - be kind and help her with her bags.

No necesita mi ayuda, mami. - She doesn’t need my help, mommy.

Vale, vale… - Okay, okay…

Miles, dile adiós. Tenemos que irnos. Te esperaré allí. - Miles, say goodbye. We have to go. I’ll wait for you over there.

Quiero besarte. - I want to kiss you.

Cálmate, mami - Calm down, mommy

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whowantslovergirl · 2 months

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Why are you here?

Nate Jacobs x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: a lil bit of smut, suggestive lyrics ig, there is so much song fics i deeply apologize, cursing, this is before Maddy but they’re in junior year already, so like beginning of junior year, Y/N HAVING THE MOST SELF RESPECT, Nate Jacobs, mgk song 🤠,italics are flashbacks,^ this means start the song 💋 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: Nate and Y/N are so bad for each other

posted: February 12,2024

Nate and Y/N broke up two months ago and Nate still thinks they’re together. She can never move on. He definitely cannot move on. They are terrible for each other and they know that but they still find each other. ^

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were at some random party. Maddy forced you to come. You were having fun until you saw him, your ex, on some other girl grinding on her. You can’t be mad. You had a date but still why is he with another girl.

_____

It was 12:05 you guys were both in the bathroom.

Fucking.

You can’t believe you did this.

“I can’t believe I did this! Get out of me Nate!” He finished and you were freaking out. You put your hands on your face freaking out. The main reason you were mad is because this is not the first time this happened.

“Calm down Y/N it’s not that serious.”

“To you! I promised myself that this bathroom thing will not happen again!” You rushed out of the bathroom leaving him.

I'm not myself

I'm not myself when you're around, no

Can't be helped

We are insane, that's just the way it goes

Nate and Y/N are back together for the tenth? time and it’s good for now.

Until you saw him with Maddy.

_____

“Maddy, Nate? Are you serious?”

“It’s not that serious Y/N.”

“You always say that! But if it was my ex you would be throwing a bitch fit!”

and he did.

**Flashback**

“Why the fuck were you talking to him!” Nate was screaming because you talking to your ex.

He accidentally bumped into you and said sorry and you said it’s fine.

That was the whole conversation.

“I’m sorry is two words talking now?! All I said was it’s fine!”

“Bullshit!”

You rolled your eyes. “Unbelievable Un fucking believable!”

**End of Flashback**

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Two months later. Everyone is at a party.

And Nate is trying to get back together again.

“Come on you know we’re perfect for each other!”

“No we’re really not Nate. Please leave me alone. I have pepper spray and a pocket knife in my bag.” Then you walked away trying to leave.

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

“We’re really not right?” Nate said smirking. The bathroom shit happened again.

“Shut the fuck up Nate.” You said rolling your eyes. He can see you struggling with your dress and helps you.

“Oh I bet you’re gonna brag about this huh? ‘Oh yea I fucked her again!’ right?”

“I actually never told anyone about this.” You just roll your eyes and left. That is such bullshit.

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

“Fuck!” You said finishing. He groaned and slipped out of you. “We really need to stop this nonsense Nate.”

“Why Y/n? Nothing is going wrong.”

“To you Nate! I promised myself I wouldn’t do this shit with you again!” He tried to speak but you just left. He smirked and left slightly after.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

“We can never be friends. We are way past that point.” You said while in Nate’s room. He asked if you guys can talk and you said yes.

“Yea friends don’t do what we do.” He said laughing.

“This isn’t funny Nate! We’re done. I’m done.” You said trying to walk out but he grabbed your arm. “If you’re done why was I inside you last night?”

“Ugh you’re an asshole!”

“I know. So I’ll see you in the bathroom Y/n.” You didn’t say anything and left like always.

I couldn't cry

I need to smoke, I'm feeling sick inside

From seeing you next to a friend of mine

We didn't speak but I read your mind

Both telling lies, our alibis didn't work this time

It’s been six months since you guys last fucked in the bathroom. And you’ve been taking care of yourself not worrying about Nate. You’re with McKay just talking, not anything special just catching up as two friends.

Nate saw this and just walked out, mad that you’re not talking to him or laughing with him. He’s so fucking angry.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told her keep on all the lights

You can show me what you like

“Hey angel.” You jumped because you didn’t know he was in there, in your room. “Nate get out.”

“You know you don’t want me to do that. I just wanna see you.”

“Well I don’t want to see you so get out.” He starts getting closer and the back of your knees hit the bed causing you to fall on the bed. He slowly comes on top of you and starts kissing, biting, and licking your neck.

“Nate stop.” You said pushing him away.

“You don’t really want me to stop do you?” You just stay silent and he takes off your shirt then his own.

“Ima show you what you like baby.”

Help me put back on my clothes

Make sure nothing's on my nose

Can't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

Nate and Y/n are now dating (again) but secretly this time. You didn’t want the backlash from your friends and Nate was going with it because you told him too. He couldn’t give less of a fuck.

You guys are about to go to a party but got occupied with each other. Before you were about to go. “Wait Nate, you have stuff on your nose.” You said as you wipe the ‘stuff’ off his nose.

“Thanks baby.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

Nate and Y/n broke up again. They were at a party, saw the other with someone else, 12:05 hit the clock and they were back in the bathroom.

“We really need to stop Nate!”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were calling Nate seeing if he’s busy and he picked up immediately.

“Hey angel.” You roll your eyes. “Hi Nate.”

“Why are you calling me?” You can hear the tiredness in his voice but you ignore it.

“I was saying that it’s over like forever. And I’m probably gonna go back but I just want some type of closure.”

“Ok…” He sat up in his bed and was about to say something but you beat him too it. “So bye Nate.”

Yeah, I know that I said I was at home

Okay, yeah, you caught me

I thought that you said you were all alone

Look at you lying

You’re at another party and you saw Nate. He said he was home. You walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder and he turned around looking like he seen a ghost. “I thought you were home Nate. I want to talk to you.”

“Don’t pin this on me Y/n. You said you were all alone. Look at you lying.”

“Shut the fuck up. Now come on I want to fuck you one last time before I actually end this.” His mouth opened a little bit but he smirked.

“Lead the way angel.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

After you guys were done. You sat on the sink and he sat across from you on the bathtub.

“Were you serious about you ending things for good?” He said breaking the silence. You just nodded and his head went in his hands.

“I really hate the way you make me feel Nate. We gotta end this for good. The only reason it didn’t happen sooner was because you didn’t want to end. You gotta let go Nate.”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

After you told Nate that it was over, he went completely MIA, missing classes, not going to practice. He can’t even fathom that this is happening. He thought you guys were forever.

That Y/n and Nate were forever.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

An: HSIEJDIDJ ok but if you didn’t get the time placement THIS IS BEGINNING JUNIOR YEAR meaning that it just started so basically Y/n was Nate’s villain origin story 😔 BUT HOPED YOU ENJOYED MY LOVERS 🤍🤍

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sage-green-matcha · 10 months

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MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 2 🍷🥀🔪

“Laughing with my feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend. "How'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say. "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how" I see you every day now” - Taylor Swift

Content Includes: Alcohol, andddd I think that’s it!

PT. 1 of Maroon | PT. 3 of Maroon | PT. 4 of Maroon |

You found yourself in class the next morning, not sure if you should even be there. Tara And Sam were attacked last night and you knew it was only a matter of time before Ghost Face came after you next.

"Hey...you okay?" You jumped at Ethan's hand on your shoulder, the room empty. You didn't notice but you had zoned out the entire class, your mind on everything else that was going on. Nevertheless, you also had a headache, the alcohol from last night messing you up. "No...shit, I just zoned out for the entire class, I don't even know why I'm here right now" You picked up your bag, Ethan following behind you. "What did we go over...? Was it important?" "Uh yea... it's stuff that's gonna be on the final" "Shit..."

"You can borrow my notes if you want uhm, we can go back to my dorm...Chad should be there" You probably shouldn't be anywhere but in the comfort of your own home, but you agreed, desperate for any sort of company. Sam and Tara had been at the Police station all day and the loneliness was starting to get to you.

They were suspects in the case, which you thought was stupid since they used to be the targets of a closed one. They were there for hours, interrogated over and over but none of the facts changed. They brought out ghost face masks and DNA samples, getting finger prints and DNA from them just in case.

"I'm sorry, that this is all happening to you again. I didn't get it at first, but now that I'm kinda sucked up in it all... it's really scary" You looked down at the floor as you walked. "Yea...it never ends" You played with the sleeves of your sweater, Ethan opening the door for you to the boy's dormitory.

You weren't sure if you could completely trust Ethan, he randomly showed up one day but what would he have to do with Ghost face? "Hey uh, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable yesterday. I'm kinda unfiltered when drunk" You smiled up at him. "Oh...uh no it's fine I know you were just joking"

You got to the floor, Ethan struggling to open the door as you looked around. You knew boys were gross but seriously? “Sorry about Chad's mess...he doesn't clean" Ethan's side was nice and shiny, a map and small Polaroids hung above his bed. It didn't have any direction but it was cute, unlike chads side where there were unfinished takeout containers and water bottles that piled up on his desk.

"We went over quantitive analysis, he also made a slide show you can look at. Should be in your email" he hopped onto the bunk, helping you up the tall bed. "We didn't have notes but I took some anyways...better safe than sorry" "yea...thanks" You pull out your notebook, taking his into your lap and copping down the words.

"Uhm, do you want something to drink?" "What you got? Chad's beer stash?" "Well yea...he also drinks fancy wine which I find kinda strange" you laughed. "He drinks wine?" You scrunched your nose, Ethan nodding with a smile.

He hopped off the bed, kneeling in front of chads desk, pulling open the drawer to grab two wine glasses. You opened your mouth in shock. "Damn, Chads a classy man" Being with Ethan made you forget about everything, he was like the male version of you, shy and secluded till you got to know him.

After a couple of glasses of the pink rosé, you two were laughing on the floor, your feet in his lap as you cracked jokes about the friend group. "God, how'd we end up on the floor anyway?" He asked and you took another drink, pouring more of the beverage into your cup. "Chad's cheap ass rosés, that's how" you smiled.

"Also...random but I can't with Sam right now, you know I feel bad for her but it's kinda all...her fault" You had never admitted that to anyone. You knew it was her fault, but you defended her when anyone said it. She brought the killer to Woodsboro, to Tara, and all her friends. That included you.

"Really? But aren't you always defending her about that?... You've seen the rumors about her online right...? I mean it kinda makes sense" You turned your head, Ethan's eyes meeting yours. "Well, I know she didn't kill anyone, and I know she wouldn't unless it was to protect herself. But the people who got killed when Ghost Face was only after Sam and Tara...that's her fault"

Ethan couldn't believe you were opening up to him so easily, Chad told him you were closed off and quiet, but maybe he couldn't crack the code for you. But he did it, and he was gonna take advantage of that. "Yea...I guess" "Don't tell her I said that, she'll kick me out of the apartment" You rolled your eyes.

"Have you ever thought about being Ghostface...?" He was serious but the smirk on his face made you brush it off. "Me as Ghost Face? Yea no, I'm not gonna kill my friends. I literally have no motive. No one has a motive to be ghost face other than fame...which is dumb really, it's not like we're getting paid to get hurt" You were drunk and telling him all your thoughts, it was really dumb of you.

When you should be closed off and careful you're the opposite. But when it's safe, you watch your words and actions, making sure that you'll be fine. "What about you? Am I just casually hanging out with my potential murderer?" "I don't think I'd be able to, I mean killing anyone in general. It would haunt me forever"

"Oh my god yea! Like I am way too sensitive of a person to be carrying that on my back" you sighed, your head now positioned on Ethan's shoulder. "Thanks by the way, for making me feel included in the group...Mindy hates me and everyone trusts her so... I'm kinda in an awkward position" he played with his hands. "Don't thank me, I know what it feels like" You took one of his hands into yours, you could feel his heart beat faster as he looked at you.

You could feel his soft breath on your face, his lips slightly agape as he leaned forward. You waited for him to make the first move, your lips craving his. You always wondered what he would taste like, how his lips would feel. They looked so pillowy, so soft. He placed his hand on your neck, his thumb rubbing over your skin gently. The sky was a deep Maroon and orange, lighting up the room in its bold color.

"Hey! Oh..." you pulled away quickly, Chad with a case of beer in his hand, a shocked expression on his face. "Oh! I'm so sorry. Did I just cock block you?" "Chad!" "What? Quinn taught me...damn Ethan! My man!" You covered your face in embarrassment, standing up from the floor. "I'm going home, Thanks a lot Chad" you grumbled. "What! What? I'm sorry..." You swung your bag over your shoulder, giving Ethan a small wave before you left. "Ill see you tomorrow"

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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graham dunne x reader with right person wrong time💔💔

Here's to the Fools Who Dream

pairing: graham dunne x fem!actor reader

a/n: hiii tysm for the request !! when I read this my mind immediately went to La La Land (one of the many classics in the right person wrong time trope) and so I wanted to do something based/inspired by it so if you see a mix of scenes and some dialogue from the movie that's why. anyways hope you enjoy and as always requests are open!!

tw: angst angst angst, cigarette smoking, swearing, kissing, right person wrong time

description: a struggling actor and a guitarist. what can go wrong?

You first met Graham Dunne out on one of LA’s many beaches, which was coincidentally your favorite surfing beach. And it was one of the most embarrassing experiences of your life.

You had successfully caught a pretty good wave until you felt something weird under one of your feet. So you obviously moved your foot to the side, which resulted with you losing your balance and falling off your board… taking Graham Dunne with you. By the way, that weird thing under your foot was a random piece of seaweed.

“Shit fuck I’m so sorry.” You apologized profusely as you both finally resurfaced, clutching onto your surf boards.

“It’s uh fine. I’m Graham by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Hey Graham! We gotta go, band practice starts in 30 minutes.” Said a curly haired guy who was lying on one of the beach towels next to a pretty blonde.

“Yeah, be right there. See you around.”

“Yeah.” After he left with his band you sat there contemplating how you could have been such a clutz in front of such an attractive man. And on top of all that you forgot to give him your number. It was idiotic really.

A few weeks later and you were being dragged to a concert of some band your friends had been obsessed with lately. They had been gushing about the frontman and the drummer for days on end. So you reluctantly followed them since you had already canceled plans the last time due to an audition. Which you didn’t even end up booking!

So you grabbed your drinks and made your way to the table that your friends had taken over, one of the closest to the stage obviously. And imagine your surprise when out walked the cute surfer boy from all those weeks ago.

They were pretty good, you wouldn’t lie. You liked their sound and well, it was a plus that Graham was one of the guitarists. You didn’t realize you had spaced out until your friends were waving at you from the backstage door with big smiles on their faces. You just rolled your eyes at their antics before closing up the tab and going outside to wait by the communal car. And just outside the main door stood Graham, lighting up a cigarette.

“Could I have a light?” You asked as you saddled up to him.

“Uh yeah sure.” He took out his lighter and held it up to you so you could lean in and catch the flame at the tip of your cig. “Wait, I know you from somewhere.”

“If you’re talking about the surf incident then I think we should both agree that never happened.”

“Huh… so why are you here tonight? You aren’t a stalker, are you?”

“God no. I swear that I didn’t even know you were in this band.”

“Then why are you here?”

“My friends have a penchant for dragging me places I would rather not be.”

“Wow now I’m offended.” Graham said with a slight teasing smile on his face.

“Hey now, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it then?”

“I just have never listened to your band before. If I go to a concert I like to know some of their songs first.”

“Then why did you allow yourself to be dragged here then?” He asked as you both took drags from your corresponding cigarettes.

“I owed them one, I had to cancel last time since I had an audition.”

“Ah so maybe that’s why your face is familiar, you’re an actor. What have I seen you in?”

“Working at the cafe at the Warner Brothers lot most likely.”

“Graham!” A female British voice interrupted your conversation, it was the same blonde from the beach. “We gotta go.”

“Right, sorry to cut this conversation short once again. I’ll see you in the movies, Y/N.” He gave you a charming smile before heading off to join the blonde woman.

You stood outside the venue for a few more minutes, smoking, until your friends arrived all ready to get back home. That was when you realized you hadn’t given him your number once again. Dammit.

You had taken on one of the busiest shifts at work since your boss had to go to her sister’s baby shower so you were stuck with a barrage of questions about the random things on the menu.

“So is this like all milk chocolate or does it have dark chocolate in it?” A tan girl with twin braids stood in front of you trying to decide what she wanted to order.

“Well it’s a hot chocolate, so you know it comes from a powder…”

“Yes but what kind of chocolate is in the powder?”

“I actually have no idea. Let me go check for you.” You turned around and fumbled around with some jars when you found the hot chocolate one. Taking it down and reading over the ingredients you turned around and were about to answer the lady when you saw an unexpected face.

“Graham?”

“Hey I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop by.”

“Really? How did you bypass the guards?” You leaned down with your elbows on the counter with a smirk on your face.

“Oh I’ve got that famous rockstar privilege.”

“Excuse me!” Right, the hot chocolate lady.

“Do you have a break coming up?”

“Yeah in 10 minutes.”

“Great, I’ll hide in the bathroom then.”

“Oh so you were lying about your rockstar privileges huh?”

“Definitely. I had to jump the fence and run like hell from the guards.” You both laughed as he disappeared in the bathroom.

“So what is in the hot chocolate?”

“It says all milk chocolate.”

“Right… what kinds of tea do you have?”

After 10 minutes of dealing with the most indecisive woman to ever roam the earth you clocked out and met up with Graham outside of the café. He graciously lit up one of your cigarettes as you started to walk around the lot, with all of the chaos that was movie making going around the two of you.

“So how did you get into acting?”

“My aunt I guess. She was with a traveling theater company. Oh god I remember that we used to put on these plays in my living room. She was the one who introduced me to movies. I ended up leaving college after two years and coming here. I probably should have become a lawyer instead.”

“I don’t think the world needs more lawyers.”

“Does it really need more actors?”

“Okay you have a point there.”

“So… how did you get into the band?”

“Well I was trying to get over a girl and then I got my brother to join. We moved out here a few years ago and somehow got Teddy Price to produce us.”

“And how has it been going?”

“Honestly pretty shitty but we��re trying to persevere. We just finished recording something with Daisy Jones which the band is excited for.”

“Wow… actually I have no idea who that is but it sounds big.”

“Not into the rock and roll industry much are you?”

“Well I listen to a lot of everything, but I never really know the specifics.”

“Fair.”

“Hey could you guys just stop there for a second we are about to shoot.” One of the interns from an active set said to the two of you as you turned a corner.

“Yeah totally. You know they shoot movies down my street all the time.”

“Shush.” You said with a little laugh as you bumped your shoulder with his. “Oh my god, wait I love her.”

“I have no idea who that is.”

“Not much into the movie business are you?” You echo back to him as you both walk a bit further down the lot.

“Very funny but no.”

“Well I’ll need to broaden your horizons then. Have you ever watched Rebel Without a Cause?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“Good cause you’re coming with me to Rialto next Tuesday. Only if you’re free of course.”

“I think I am. It’s a date then.”

“It’s a date. I’ll meet you outside at 6:30.” You gave a smile before you both headed over in the other direction to go to your cars.

It was Thursday. The day for your date with Graham and you were running late. Okay it wasn’t entirely your fault your stupid ex boyfriend Greg decided it was high time to come and try to get back with you.

So of course you told him to fuck off and basically threatened him that if he ever came near an inch of you you would call the police. That man was like a really bad definition of clingy.

You had sped through the streets of LA trying to make it as quickly as you possibly could to the Rialto. Your roommate had taken the car to visit her parents so the only mode of transportation you had at the moment was your own legs. That was when you heard it. Right as you ran next to a random red car that was stopped on the curb.

“And next up we have one of the newest singles from a band called The Six, featuring Daisy Jones!”

That only spurred you to go faster and when you finally arrived in front of the Rialto there stood a slightly annoyed looking Graham.

“Hi… sorry… I’m-” You tried to say as you kept trying to breathe.

“Hey hey it’s okay.”

“I heard your song on the radio.”

“What?”

“Yup just as I was sprinting over here I heard it over the radio. And I’m sorry I’m late.”

“That’s okay. I got us tickets.” He smiled as you made your way into the movie theater.

“You shouldn’t have. I was the one who invited you and this is my way of introducing you to the magical world of the silver screen.”

“Well I wanted to be a gentleman that’s all.”

“Hmm.” You hummed back to him as you took your seats and watched as the opening credits played out.

Throughout the movie there was a palpable electricity between the two of you. Your fingers kept inching towards his and you could feel the little looks he kept sending you. A small smile crept onto your face as your pinkies entwined… and then Graham took the initiative and joined your hands together. You turned to look at him as he shot you another one of his little looks.

He blushed but gave a charming smile before slowly leaning forward and softly brushing his lips against yours. You reciprocated it eagerly and soon enough you two were kissing like your lives depended on it.

In all honesty you barely watched the rest of the movie. Instead you continued to kiss like two lovers who were finally reunited. Letting the colors of the projector illuminate the different contours of your faces.

You and Graham had been together for a few months and it was going great. But the other things in your life weren’t doing so well. Your acting career was basically tanking whilst Graham’s band was skyrocketing.

You had met the band a couple of times and they all absolutely adored you, well everyone except Billy but Graham assured you that he didn’t really like anyone anyways. You and Karen got on extremely well and had taken to calling or seeing each other every week, so naturally you saw a lot of Camila as well.

Somehow Graham has gotten you to try writing plays again and so you were currently working on finishing a one woman show whilst the band worked on Aurora. Which you knew was going to be an instant hit. Daisy Jones was a magnetic human being whom you had the pleasure of meeting once or twice whilst you saw the band rehearse.

There was a strange feeling of anxiety though, maybe it was because Graham was starting to come in later and later every night but you convinced yourself it was just the strain that the show was putting on you.

It was the night of the big show and you anxiously twisted your hands together. Okay you can do this. You can do this. You walked onto the stage just as the bright theatre lights turned on. You took a deep breath and started to recite your lines as you had practiced so many times.

Then it was suddenly all over and just before the audience lights turned on you felt a deep seeded satisfaction. But then light flooded the room and the audience was filled with a sparse amount of people. And the most important person you wanted there wasn’t filling his seat. None of the band was either, other than Camila who was sitting there with a concerned smile and Julia who was happily babbling away.

After you had finished getting changed you carefully packed up all the props and started to carry them to your car. Tears streaking your cheeks as a humourless chuckle left your mouth. There standing in front of your car stood a guilty looking Graham. The same Graham who had barely been calling you back while on tour. The one who had stopped making an effort to see you in a long while.

“Hey look I’m sorry. I swear I wanted to be here but the interview ran late and then I realized-”

“Just stop okay. It’s fine, I get it.”

“Okay great. You ready to head-”

“No, Graham. It’s over.”

“What?”

“It’s over.”

“What is?”

“All of it! I’m done. I am tired of humiliating myself and thinking I’m a good actress. Graham… it’s over. We are over.”

“No wait, what can I do?”

“Graham, I'm going back home.”

“Okay we can talk again tomorrow. I’ll give you some space tonight.”

“No, I mean I’m going back to Vermont. It’s never too late to become a lawyer, you know.” He gave you a sad smile but he nodded after a few moments.

“I hope to see you around, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Graham.”

Two days later you were sitting in the comfort of your parent’s house playing chess against your dad, when a sharp ring of the doorbell echoed through the house.

“I’ll be right back.” You opened up the distinctive yellow door and guess who stood there on the steps? Graham Dunne.

“Graham?”

“Hey. I umm well I needed to see you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Well for one the band broke up and because Camila told me to relay some big news to you.”

“The band broke up? But you guys were doing incredibly well.”

“Yeah well… anyways Camila wanted me to tell you that she got one of her director friends to come to your play and he was completely blown away by it so he’s offered you a job.”

“WHAT?!” You stood in the doorway of your childhood home with your jaw dropped and it seemed as if your brain had stopped computing.

“Yeah he wanted to have you come in tomorrow so I’ll be picking you up at 10am, not a second later.” He turned to walk back to his car but you tried to go stop him.

“Wait Graham! But…”

“No, no. Not a single word out of you. You better be here at that time or I’m leaving without you.”

“Right, okay.”

“See you tomorrow.”

The talk with the director went amazingly well and he truly did want you for the role. But it was set in France which meant you had to leave everything you had ever known and loved. Including Graham.

“I think you should go for it.” You two were seated on one of the outcrops that overlooked LA, leaving it spread open like a map for the two of you to decipher.

“But what about you? I just got you back Graham. Fuck I’m so stupid.” You leaned your head on his shoulder as his scent engulfed you. That mixture of cigarettes and the ocean that you knew all too well.

“You’re not stupid, I was being a shitty boyfriend, which is why I think you should go. This is your dream plus I have an idea of my own that I want to start up.”

“Oh and what’s that?”

“I want to open a rock bar near the beach.”

“You should call it The Six.” You said with a giggle.

“Oh shush.”

You spent the rest of that afternoon and evening catching up on life and future plans. Graham ended up convincing you to go to Paris and work on that movie. And you ended up convincing him to name his rock bar ‘The Six’.

“You know I’ll always love you right?” You said to him as you both laid in bed with moonlight streaming in.

“I’m always going to love you too. I’m never going to forget you Y/N.”

“I won’t either.”

Years later…

“Hi sweetheart, are you ready to go?” You heard the voice of your husband ask as you finished putting on your earrings.

“Almost. Now where is that little munchkin of mine?” You said as you ran into your toddler’s room in a pair of black heels.

“Mama!”

“I’m going to miss you so much kiddo. Thank you so much for this, Sofia.”

“No problem, Mrs. Douglas. I hope you both have fun.”

“Thank you. See you later my darling.” You gave your little Andrea a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodbye kiddo.”

“Bye dada. Bye mama.” She answered as she waved from Sofia’s arms as your husband draped a coat onto your shoulders before tangling your hands together to step into the car.

“So where are we off to, Mike?”

“I was thinking somewhere we couldn’t get recognized.”

“Hmm so no fancy restaurants?”

“Well I thought since you religiously listen to that Aurora album, I would bring you to a rock bar.”

“Now that isn’t a bad idea.” That was when you both drove up to a little bar by the beach, with the logo in the front reading: ‘The Six’.

notes + details that didn't fit into the main story but i thought up:

To make it even sadder Graham wrote Y/N a song, and that's what he sings when he sees her in the bar. I didn't include this bit because it felt natural to have it end where it did but idk I might make a bonus scene in the future.

If anyone was keen enough to notice they would have seen that Mike is actually Michael Douglas. for context: I was thinking up of men to have Y/N married to and looked up famous actors from the 70s and I've always liked Michael Douglas (I love Basic Instinct and Ant Man - I still have to watch Fatal Attraction) so he was like the natural pick.

The change in format from my other djats fics is deliberate. Y/N in this case is barely mentioned in the history of the band and that's mostly because Graham told everyone not to talk about her. plus when Julia asked her, she basically answered that she wasn't too much part of the band to be considered in their story. I like to imagine that like Karen or Daisy would make an offhand comment about it and the reddit stans would speculate so much.

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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 2 years

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Can you do the dorm leaders + Lilia with a S/O who says random things when spaced out and has random "weapons"? (For example, during their hangout they just space out and randomly say "Skin rug." or whatever pops up in their mind and keep a potato peeler and point it at anyone if they say anything about their partner)

I’m so sorry but I couldn’t fit Lilia into this prompt, but please feel free to send in another ask for him!!

Dorm Leaders with a s/o that creates random weapons!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has never been more confused about a person in his life. For a guy who’s entire life is based on rules, your apparent lack of them was nothing short of bewildering.

There was a time when you walked in on Floyd “teasing” Riddle. It’s straight up bullying. You appeared behind the both of them and whispered “grilled salmon”. Next thing both of the boys knew, you had a lighter in your hand!!

Riddle was absolutely mortified. How could you have such a thing on campus?? IN THE LIBRARY?? He’s glad that you cared about him enough to try to fight on his behalf, he just wished you didn’t do it inside.

Your random weapons are definitely something he has to get used to, but he loves you enough to try. You’re gonna have to give him some time though.

“Is it really necessary for you to have a hammer when I’m trying to feed the flamingos? I appreciate that you care, but if you hold it in your left hand, you’d be violating rule 423.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona really didn’t mind your random weapons. If they didn’t do something to interrupt his naps, he didn’t have any reason to dislike them.

Most people aren’t dumb enough to try and threaten the housewarden of Savanaclaw, but the few that do are rarely prepared for going against his s/o first. Especially when they’re holding a wooden paddle.

At this point, Leona just kicks back and watches the underclassmen shit themselves. He knows you probably won’t end up hitting them but you don’t have to if they already ran away.

He’d be kinda confused on where and how you get these things onto campus, but usually not enough to ask you about it.

“Listen, I’m all for you wanting to “protect my honor”, but do you need to bring medieval weapons to watch us play spell drive?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul isn’t nearly as confused as some of the other dorm leaders. After years of dealing with Floyd and Jade, there isn’t much that surprises him anymore.

Although he wishes that you wouldn’t stand behind his potential clients with a frying pan when he’s trying to make a deal. He will admit that you’d be great security alongside the Leeches.

The Monstro Lounge gets a significant increase in signed contracts after Azul and you started dating. He’s very thankful for your “assistance” even if you were just standing there and takes you out to various dinner dates as a way of thanking you.

Octavinelle basically becomes the scariest place to be for those outside of the dorm. For everyone in it, seeing you with random weapons of destruction is just part of a normal day.

“As much as I love your contributions to my business, I have to ask that you don’t bring a spear to our dinner.”

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim thinks that’s the coolest shit in the world. You can just say a phrase and an object just comes out of your sleeve?? You’re like the great fairy that helped the poor stepdaughter!

Even after he realizes that it’s not magic, he still thinks it’s cool. Jamil on the other hand, doesn’t. I

He thinks that it’s great how the two closest people in his life are also the best bodyguards in the world!! How could a guy possibly ask for more than that?

“Hey, can you teach me how to pull weapons out of my sleeves? Oh wait, my dorm uniform doesn’t have sleeves. Well maybe you could teach me when I have my school uniform!”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil appreciates your dedication to keeping him safe, but he really doesn’t think it’s necessary. He has Rook as a flamboyant guard dog after all.

One time during the Halloween season the magicam monsters tried to grab Vil to take a picture with him. Little did they know that almost turned ended up with them losing their lives.

All they heard was someone whisper “monster chopper” and that already sent shivers down their spine. One thing led to another and then they were being chased by an axe-wielding vampire. Epel thought you were so badass

That was honestly the highlight of that year’s Halloween for most of the Pomefiore students, Vil included. Although he did give you some pointers to hold the axe a little more elegantly next time.

“Thank you for driving those terrible monsters off. I don’t think they would have let me go without a fight.”

Idia Shroud

Idia was probably terrified the first few times you did that. He visibly jumps when you randomly pull out Crowley’s whip to threaten some Savanaclaw students. How did you even get that

After a while, he just accepts it as part of his new norm. It wasn’t that difficult seeing that Ortho basically does the same thing as you but with military grade weapons.

He does wish that you wouldn’t make a scene with him right there. He already gets nervous walking around school, and now you’ve got EVERYONE looking at him.

Ortho appreciates your devotion to the special cause. Protecting Idia. Sometimes you two team up to make sure no one can bother him while he’s out buying manga.

“O-ortho? Y-y/n? why is everyone looking at us?? I told you guys to not harass people in my name when I’m out buying the limited edition copy of the Legend of Ganon.”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus actually finds your little quirk amusing. He has no shortage of guards and most people wouldn’t dare attacking him in the first place, so your protectiveness of him is quite odd.

He appreciates that you actually wait until a situation is most likely to turn into a fight before threatening someone. A couple of his guards are the “argue first, question second” type of people. cough Sebek cough

He does wonder where you get the weapons from. At first, he was under the impression that the words you said “summoned” them but he quickly found them to be unrelated.

He’s honestly really flattered that you protect him not out of a sense of duty, but because you genuinely care for him. Of course he has the majority of Disomnia keeping him safe but you were one of the only people to do so out of love.

“My darling, you can put away the potato masher. I’m fairly sure that the imbeciles started running after you said “brain crush”.”

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The Boyfriend Experience | PJM

The Boyfriend Experience: Jimin

The BFE: Masterlist

Pairing: Escort!Jimin x Virgin.Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: sex!work AU; fluff; smut

Warnings: legal sex work (in this AU); sex for hire; cussing; explicit sexual conversations; alcohol consumption; dirty talk; exhibitionism; clit play; breast/nipple play; heavy petting; oral sex (mutual); protected sex; orgasm denial; stamina!; multiple orgasms; (somewhat) rough sex but with aftercare

Word count: 9,132 words

Summary: 💬 By the time he knocked at the door, I was a bottle of wine deep. I answered sheepishly, gripping onto a nearly empty wine glass. He let me know that it’s everyone’s first time once and that there was no need to be nervous. I didn’t need to do anything I didn’t want to.

A/N: This was supposed to be posted by Jimin's birthday but I couldn't get my shit together and RL got in the way so ...here we are! Anyway, I kept flip-flopping on my ideas re: how to write the reader-insert character here so I hope this characterization works out fine.

A/N2: As in my other fics, I listen to a lot of music while I write. For this one in particular, I had my Miguel playlist going--specifically, the song, "Use Me." It also helped that I watched that Run BTS performance multiple times 🤣

A/N3: Also, I want to thank @internetjunkdrawer for beta'ing this, sending me suggestions, and just being my reliable Jimin consultant 😜 Thank you, @itdoesntmatterwhy as well for allowing me to run a couple ideas by you and making sure that this scenario was plausible and that OC wasn't a caricature or silly stereotype! 😘

‼️IMPORTANT: Although the narration will include Jimin's name, OC/Reader will not address him as so because she booked him under an assumed alias. Weird, I know but--let's just go with it 😉

“Crap!” You gasped after picking up the empty bottle of wine. You only intended to have a couple glasses–maybe three–to calm your nerves. Next thing you knew, you’d downed the whole thing.

Before you grab another one out of your kitchen, your apartment’s buzzer goes off making you jump. Even after drinking a whole bottle of wine, you were still edgy. Could anxiety burn off alcohol? Was that even possible?

You stood and attempted to take a step, but you almost lost your footing on wobbly legs. Welp...that certainly answered your question about the alcohol.

You shook your head, refocusing your vision and smoothed the creases on your dress before walking towards the intercom.

“H-hello?” You spoke nervously into the box.

“Hi, YN. It’s me.”

You were expecting a deep, husky, come-hither voice–like one that was made for phone sex. Instead, he sounded like a completely normal guy…a normal guy whom you were paying to have sex with you.

How did you even get to this point?

A couple years back, at an office holiday party, you had drunkenly confessed to your work-wife that you were a virgin. She was incredulous at first and thought that you were pulling her leg. But you told her, absolutely zero experience with dick.

Since then, she’s made it her mission to get you laid. Secretly trying to fix you up during happy hours or random nights out with her.

Once, you came very close to going all the way. You confessed to your date that you had never had sex before. From that point on, the dynamic turned for the worse. He treated it as a fetish and it ultimately put you off.

Needless to say, you stopped dating for a while. Until your friend asked you what you planned to do for your 30th birthday.

You hadn’t really thought about it since it was months away. You figured a nice dinner with your closest friends would suffice.

Why don’t you try this app?

It all started with a damn app. You thought it was another trash trend that she was trying to get you into. But this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill dating app.

An escort service?

There was no way you were paying anyone to have sex with you. It just sounded…wrong?

Out of curiosity, your friend let you browse through her app. She had recently become a member and was raving about her experience, following her most recent breakup with her boyfriend.

As you scrolled through, you had to admit that these guys were hot and promised discretion. But they came at a premium price.

After a week of thinking it through, you asked your friend to officially send a referral to the company. Days later, you heard back and received your own confirmation to access the app.

You browsed through it, then closed out of it. Browsed. Closed out. You did this several times for the next few weeks. It was almost part of your daily routine. There was one profile in particular that kept calling you back and this whole time, you’d been gathering up the courage to actually book him.

Finally, after a particularly difficult week, you opened the app again. You scrolled down to his profile and tapped on it. Unlike in the past where you’ve repeatedly chickened out after ogling at his photos, you finally click on the date-picker icon and zero-in on one particular day. By some stroke of luck, he was free. You took it as a sign–so you clicked on “book,” and a few minutes later, received a confirmation notice.

Your heart raced at the memory. You had many opportunities to cancel–but you didn’t. And tonight was the night. You release a deep breath, calming yourself down.

“Come on up!” You buzzed him right in.

You round the corner to your kitchen and discard your empty bottle then quickly check yourself in the mirror. You look slightly flushed and your pupils dilated…but it didn’t bother you. It was just the alcohol working itself through your veins.

Seconds later, you hear a knock on the door.

“It’s just a guy…calm down,” you mumble to yourself before grabbing the door handle.

“Hi there,” Jimin said with a small smile.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out.

The corners of his mouth quirked into a chuckle.

For a supposed casual night in, he was still dressed to impress. He wore a light gray suit and a white button-up without a tie.

Nope–this was no normal guy. The soft crinkle in his eyes that he had when he smiled was in stark contrast to the rest of his look. His hair was brushed to the side and those plush pink lips were like magnets that you were immediately drawn into.

“Will you invite me in?”

You shook your head. “O-of course,” you stammered. “Oh my god. Where are my manners?” You said in a slightly higher-than-normal octave. “Come on in!”

He walks–no–struts in and takes a quick look at your living room before turning back to face you.

“Can I give you a kiss on the cheek?”

It took you a second to realize that you were the only other person in the room and he was asking if he could kiss you on the cheek!

“Yes,” you answer meekly.

He smiled again, closed in on you and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. You felt a little flutter in your belly and it made you smile.

“You smell nice. What’s that?”

“YSL…Black Opium.” You weren’t sure if it was sensual enough. Although you contemplated getting a Chanel sample or something a bit more spicy-smelling, you ended up going with your everyday perfume. Besides, you couldn’t stand any of those scents anyway.

He hummed. “I can smell the vanilla and coffee notes–sexy.”

You were surprised at his in-depth knowledge of women’s perfumes but your cheeks warmed up at the thought that he found it sexy.

“You can put your stuff over here,” you walked over to your dining area and pointed to one of the chairs.

“Thank you,” he responded politely as he set his bag down.

“Would you like a drink?”

“I’d love one,” he replied.

You smiled and offered him a seat on your couch, urging him to help himself to some food.

“Uh–sorry I didn’t have dinner set up. I figured I’d ask you what you felt like eating rather than making assumptions. I have a charcuterie board, though?”

His eyes drift over to your coffee table where you had refreshments set out. “Wow, that’s nice of you. I’m honestly fine with whatever you like. I’m not picky,” he smiles.

He gestures towards your sofa “After you.” You smile nervously and walk back to the living room, where he follows close behind you.

“Do you prefer red or white?”

“I’ll drink whatever you’re drinking.”

Well…you had just downed a bottle of white before he got here so maybe it would be helpful to retrieve a fresh bottle if you were offering it.

While he settles on your couch, you excuse yourself to go into the kitchen to grab the bottle of white you had chilling in the fridge. After uncorking it, your eyes drift to the plain envelope that you had sitting on your countertop. You presumed it might be rude to have the money in plain sight sitting in the living room.

Cash in-hand, you return to the couch. He sat there with his jacket off, completely relaxed with his legs in a figure-four position, his arm draped across the back cushion.

Reaching for the bottle, he takes it from you and pours two glasses. You mouthed your thanks and proceed to the next order of business.

“Here’s uh–your…” You struggle to find a formal word for it, until you settle on, “Your compensation.”

He reaches out for the envelope. “You mean, my fee?”

You grimaced. You were paying him for sex but you felt that he deserved some respect. “I just didn’t want to be too blunt about it,” you muttered.

“Nothing blunt about getting paid for a job, YN. And thank you,” he says after accepting the envelope and sets it aside. He reaches to pick up the glasses on the coffee table and hands one to you.

He raises his, inviting you to a toast. “Here’s to a night of fun.” You raise yours and clink it against his. “To a night of fun,” you echo before taking another healthy sip.

“Mm…Is that a vintage?” He comments on the wine, holding up his glass to the light.

“It is. It was a good year. I have memberships at a couple different wineries. This one in particular is one of my favorites,” you divulged.

A smile ghosted his lips. “Soon to be mine, too.”

He took another sip and you followed with a longer swig.

An awkward silence falls. A few moments later, you shift in your seat and clear your throat to gather your nerves. “So…d-do we just get into it?”

He smiled warmly at you. “Why don’t we talk a bit more? Get comfortable, get to know each other. We don’t need to rush into it.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off too eager or anything,” you chuckle nervously. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before, so I don’t really know how this works.”

His tone was sincere and reassuring. “That’s alright. And you have me until the next morning, so we can take our time.”

You blew out a sigh of relief after he reminded you of your booking. “Right.”

You could have booked him for just a couple hours, which was about the average time for an experience. But for your particular case, you thought it would take some more time.

“How was your day today?” The question seemed so mundane but it was casual and you could tell that he wanted to make you feel at ease.

“Fine. Good,” you gave him a small smile.

“And what was good about it?” His gaze was so unnerving. The look in his eyes had this odd combination of calm turbulence. It was a look that said, ‘I want to take good care of you…by nailing you to the mattress.’

You fluttered your eyelashes and giggled nervously. “To be honest with you, I spent half the day getting ready because I was really looking forward to tonight,” you finished with a whisper.

“Well, that makes both of us then,” he smiled before taking another sip of wine. “So tell me, what would you like to get out of this experience?”

You inwardly cringe. You had filled out the intake questionnaire and comments section. Wrote out fantasies and things you’d like to try. You didn’t really want to repeat all of that in front of him. “You read my profile, right,” you ask carefully.

“Yes, I did. But I would still like to hear it from you. Maybe you missed a few details or changed your mind since you filled out your profile.”

You thought about tip-toeing around it but Jimin didn’t seem the type to mince words. He looked like somebody who appreciated honesty.

You’d contemplated this date for weeks…maybe even months! It took you a while to actually pull the trigger on this and it was mostly because your birthday was closing in. Another year older, another year of an unremarkable, nonexistent sex life.

You purse your lips and shrug your shoulders sheepishly. “Nope. Nothing’s changed…I just want to have sex,” you say quietly. “Pretty boring, I know.”

“There’s nothing boring about sex…at least, it shouldn’t be,” he interjects.

You mentally kick yourself for that ‘boring’ comment. Why did you book him if you thought it was going to be boring? You could have just gone to a bar and picked someone up or just slept with the mailroom guy at your office. That guy seemed like he could be really discreet, too.

But no…You did not want the mailroom guy. You wanted this experience to be special and memorable. People can think you were shallow for this but at this stage in your life, you wanted someone who not only knew what they were doing but one who was also far better-looking than any average guy at a bar…or a mailroom.

As soon as you came across his profile, he looked like the perfect guy who ticked all of your boxes.

“So…I hope you don’t mind but I’ve made a list. I’m a huge fan of efficiency and I want to be able to make the most of my time with you.”

His eyebrows lifted, his interest piqued. “Oh, nice. I like that.”

“I’m kind of a Type-A, so…” you trail off apologetically.

“I don’t mind,” he says softly.

After he assures you, you picked up your phone off the coffee table and pulled your notes app up on the screen. You peered up at him as he waited in anticipation.

“Let’s hear it,” he coaxes.

You start to read off your list. “So…oral sex–you go down on me, and then I’ll go down on you. I read on your profile that you’re okay with that. Is that still accurate?”

He smiles and nods politely and urges you to continue rattling off activities you’d like to try during your booking.

“And there’s regular cowgirl and reverse cowgirl…definitely want to see what that’s about,” you muttered. “I also want to try doggy-style if…that’s what they still call it?”

“Last I checked, that still applied,” he smiled.

“Okay, great! And uhm…I also want to try standing sex? I’m a bit of a yoga enthusiast and I heard that’s sort of a must-try position?”

He grinned and nodded in affirmation. “That all sounds very achievable.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief. “Oh, okay! I was afraid that I didn’t book enough time for this.”

His eyes widened. He was perplexed but he didn't make it obvious to you. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Y-you mean you want to get through all of that…tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer matter-of-factly. “I thought that we might as well knock out as much as we can because let’s face it, you’re a little expensive and I’m not sure if I would like to book another session,” you clarify.

While the overnight rate was cheaper than the hourly rate, what you were paying him still wasn't considered chunk change. You wanted to make the most of your experience and get your money’s worth.

He shifted in his seat. “I understand,” he says with a warm smile. “And we can try all of that but I want to make sure that you’re fully satisfied, not because you’re crossing out a to-do list.”

You sighed. “I just wanted to try a variety of things other than ‘missionary.’”

“There’s nothing wrong with ‘missionary’. If you take your time with foreplay and your partner knows how to position you properly to hit the right spots. You can get some good orgasms out of it.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Oh…” You responded in a slightly higher octave.

“I can show you how good ‘missionary’ could be,” he said with a slight twitch of his brow.

“O-okay,” you stuttered with a voice unrecognizable as your own. “That’s…uh, okay. I can add that to the list,” you say shakily.

Silence falls between you two as you exchange tense gazes. He took another sip of his drink and you watched as his tongue licked off some errant droplets of wine that were on his lower lip.

“Was there more?” He queried with a soft smile.

You blinked furiously as the wine started to settle into your veins, making you speak before you thought about it. “I’m sorry, I was just a little distracted–you’re…really, really good-looking. And I-I just…I didn’t expect–” You halt your babbling. “Sorry. I’m…I’m…I’m just–”

“Hey,” he rests his hand on your knee quelling your anxiety, “Stop apologizing. It’s just us here and I get that you’re nervous but you don’t have to be. You can trust me, okay?”

You nodded at his reassurance.

“And thank you for the compliment. I think you’re beautiful,” he added.

You feel a slight flush on your cheeks, muttering your thanks, then exhale sharply to reset your thoughts. “How long have you been doing this kind of work?”

Really, though, what else would you talk to an escort about?

“A while now,” he answers simply.

“And…do you enjoy it?”

“I do, as a matter of fact,” he responded with certainty. “I find it rewarding. A mutual fulfillment of pleasure.”

“Really?” You were skeptical. “You get pleasure from all of your clients?”

“Yes,” he answers confidently.

You found that hard to believe. A normal person can’t possibly be attracted to or get off on just anybody… “And you’ve never met anyone whom…you didn’t want to have sex with?”

He chuckled softly. “So far, that hasn’t happened to me.”

“Huh. That’s pretty unbelievable,” you remark before taking a gulp of your wine.

“You’d be surprised. When you have an innate desire to please your partner…” His fingers subtly brush your arm. “It fuels you…and you experience the same high.”

This piqued your curiosity even further. “And exactly how many–”

He shook his head and tutted. “Tonight should be all about us, YN. Just you and me. Nobody else.”

You nodded wordlessly. It was amazing how he had this silent, soft power to him. From the outset, he sure didn’t look like it at first. He seemed like someone you’d go see a chick-flick with at the movie theater, hold hands or share an ice cream sundae afterwards then he’d walk you home and end the night with a kiss on the cheek.

But the longer you sit here with him, you’re finding that he still looked like the type to go see that chick flick with you…except in this scenario, he’d be finger-fucking you in the back row, while you try your best to muffle your orgasmic moans. Then, he’d take you home and end the night by licking ice cream off your naked body.

Your chest heaved as you took in a deep breath at the thought of this man ravishing your body for the rest of the night.

“Are you alright?”

You gulped audibly. “Uh–y-yeah. Yes!” Your voice is shaky but you try not to make it obvious.

Unfortunately, your efforts fail because he still senses it.

He calmly takes your glass and sets it on the coffee table. You swallow hard when he scoots closer to you. His hands came up and pushed through your hair and brushed your cheeks with a gentleness.

Cupping your jaw and tilting your head up slightly, he asks, “May I?”

Ignoring the fluttering of nerves in your belly, you held his gaze. “Yes.”

He took your breath away with a kiss. His tongue traced the seam, then dipped inside, licking and teasing.

He lowered you against the couch’s headrest, your body flushed with his, moaning when he shifted to lie half over you. Your hands slid up and down his back, your leg lifting to hook over his hip. He caught your lower lip between his teeth and stroked the curve with the tip of his tongue, making you sigh.

He groaned in response…the sound was so erotic it made you wetter.

Your back arched as his hand crept beneath the hem of your dress and snaked upwards to squeeze your thigh under the material.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured against your mouth. He kissed his way following your jawline, then buried his face in your neck. “Do you like when I touch you?”

“Mm, yeah…hmm…” You moaned incoherently in response.

He continues to suckle on your neck, he pulls his hands from underneath your dress. It now traveled up your torso, where he gave your breast a gentle squeeze. He felt your nipple harden under your bra.

Things were escalating quicker than you had expected. If you didn’t take hold of your senses, you’d sooner pop your cherry on your couch. It wasn’t what you had envisioned for your ‘perfect night.’

“Hmm…my bedroom is uh, right around back there,” you utter softly.

He lifted his head. “It doesn’t have to be in the bedroom…” He planted a soft kiss on your chin, “…Or on a bed,” then darted his tongue in that notch at the base of your neck.

“So…you mean…h-here?” You squeaked.

“Yeah. Why not?” You hadn’t thought about having sex on the couch. And though it sounded appealing, you’d rather be comfortable.

“Uhm…I think I’d prefer the bed…if that’s okay with you?” You felt weird that you had to ask him about this. You hoped you hadn’t killed the mood.

“Of course, we can do that. Remember, it’s not about what I want. This night is all about you and I want you to fully enjoy yourself. So if it’s the bed you want, then…” He trails off and holds his hand out to you. You take it and you both walk towards the bedroom.

You weren’t exactly sure whether it was the alcohol, your nerves…him? All of the above? Either way, the path to your room felt much longer than it usually did.

Once in there, he sits you on the mattress and remains standing in front of you.

He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. You watched him carefully, his mouth was lax, his eyes hooded. Anticipation has your stomach churning and your thighs clenching shut.

With his final button unfastened, he closes in with his shirt draped open. You suddenly have the urge to run your tongue down his center.

As if reading your mind, he coaxes you. “Go ahead.”

With his permission you reach up and run your finger down his chest. While he looks down to follow your trail, he nudges his way between your thighs. You look up at his face and see his lips quirk at the edges and his eyes sparkle, the slight crinkling in the corners softening the moment’s intensity.

He dips his head down. As your lips brush, only very lightly, your body giving way as he crawls over you. Your hands fly up to his hair making him growl his approval as he moves his hands to the base on your spine and urges your body closer to him.

His tongue licks into your mouth and your heartbeat spikes. His hands drift down your body, gripping your thighs, his hands sliding upward beneath the edges of your dress until his fingertips find the lace of your panties, making you gasp.

“Uh…w-wait.”

He immediately stops. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” you respond quickly. “I…” you exhale sharply. “I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous. I’m in my head about it.”

He brushed your cheek gently. “Listen, if you’re not ready–”

“No, I am, it’s just…ugh,” you shut your eyes and groaned.

At this point, he rolls off you and sits up while you remain lying down, hiding your face in your hands.

“Hey, come on. Talk to me,” he urges softly. “What are you feeling or thinking?”

“I’m sorry if I’ve wasted your time.”

His eye brow creases in confusion. “Wasted my time?” he echoed. “H-how?”

You uncover your face and find the strength to sit up and meet his eyes. The beauty of this agreement was that you can terminate the experience at any point. Their business guaranteed satisfaction. And although you knew in your mind that he would no doubt satisfy you, you weren’t sure if you’d exactly satisfy him.

“I mean, you can definitely keep the money. I know that we had a deal and–”

“Is that what you really want? To terminate?”

“W-well…” you sighed with hesitation.

“Aren’t you attracted to me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I’m very attracted to you. You’re perfect!”

“Then why?” He asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “I just…felt like doing something crazy,” you mumble.

“And do you do crazy things often?”

You shook your head vehemently. “Oh no, no. Very rarely.”

“So you consider yourself to be rational most of the time?”

You nodded softly.

“You said it yourself, you’re a Type-A so…this means that you thought about this very carefully. This wasn’t a decision that you took lightly. How long did you consider this before you decided to book me?”

You let out a sharp breath. “I don’t know…weeks? Maybe even months after I gained access to the app.”

He regards you intently. “Okay so…that means that you weren’t doing this on a whim. You thought about this carefully and decided that you want this. But…now that you have me, why won’t you take me?”

You shook your head. “It’s not you. It’s…” You let out a sigh of frustration. “I don’t know why this wouldn’t just come naturally to me. I’m a grown woman, not a teenager…this is just embarrassing.”

“There’s nothing embarrassing about being a virgin.”

That was something you’d never added to any of your dating profiles in other apps but somehow, the promise of discretion and professionalism gave you a sense of security to divulge this on your Boyfriend Experience app.

You groan in frustration. “It’s just sex! I don’t know why I’m so torn up about this.”

“If it’s just sex that you want, why go through with this? Why hire me? You’re a beautiful woman and I’m sure at some point, someone’s propositioned you?”

“Yeah,” You sighed. “But…I guess…maybe this whole time, I’ve been searching for something specific. And I think, to make that happen, I probably have to pay for it.”

“Alright, well…you have me right here.”

“Exactly why are you still here? I just offered to pay you for the entire night for practically doing nothing.”

“I’m here because I find you interesting.”

“Interesting?” You chuckle incredulously. “Right…an almost 30-year old virgin is interesting.”

He shook his head softly. “I see that you’re conflicted about this. And to me, that’s interesting. I want to know why you feel this way.”

“Is this the first time you’ve ever met a woman who can’t make up her mind?”

“I’ve met women who can’t decide what entrée to order at a restaurant or what shoes would match their dress perfectly. But if at the end of the night, we end up in a bedroom together? They know what they want at that point.”

You hug your knees to your chest. “Honestly, I never really thought about it much until I realized that my 30th birthday was coming up. I don’t know about you but sometimes, a milestone like that puts things into perspective.”

“Because everyone else in the world has got such an exciting sexual roster?” He asks wryly.

You laughed. “No, it’s not that. I put off sex not because nobody ever caught my interest. It’s just that I’ve heard so many stories from my girlfriends and even a couple of my guy friends where they talk about their first times. Some of them have fond memories of it. Like, how special and romantic it was. And then you get stories of the ones who hated it because either they felt pressured, their partner blew their load too early, or that neither of them had any clue about what the hell they were doing.”

“That pretty much sounds like how most people’s first times are,” He chuckled.

“But that’s just it, right? Why can’t mine be an experience that was completely enjoyable, memorable, and pleasurable? Is that an unrealistic expectation?”

“I think, if anything, that sounds very realistic and practical of you,” he says without a trace of judgment in his voice.

“Really? You don’t think it’s too idealistic? Or delusional?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I feel like everyone has some idealistic vision of how their first time would go. Doesn’t matter if you’re 16 or 36. You want to have good memories about it. You just want everything to go well.”

He wasn’t lying. It’s what you hoped your first time would be like. None of these awkward memories from when you were a teen or whenever your friends had lost their virginity.

Then he inhaled sharply. “I will say that most of us romanticize it too much. Like, the lighting has to be right with some music playing; or that you have to be in love with that person first and when you’re done, you cuddle until the sun comes up and then you’re going to be together forever.”

You laughed because when he came through your door, you had music playing, some candles, wine…You weren’t in love with him but you at least wanted to get the mood right for this moment.

“I’m not trying to be cynical or make fun of people who dream of that. Now that I’m,” he cleared his throat, “A bit more seasoned in that area. I think that as long as you feel some connection with that person and you’re doing it on your own terms, that’s what matters.”

“And you’re able to form a connection with all of your clients?”

“Of course.”

“Because you have to?” You thought you were finishing a sentence for him.

He exhaled quietly and smiled. “In my line of work, it’s all about choices. It’s what you choose to do. And whatever that choice is, you have to be in it, 100% because otherwise, what’s the point?”

“But you have off-days, I’m sure? Like, you wake up feeling like shit, not wanting to be this walking, talking fantasy for someone?”

He chuckled softly. “Who doesn’t have days like that? I’m still human. If I feel the need to take a break, I do. I turn the app off and then nobody can book me on those days. I can’t take care of my clients if I don’t take care of myself first.”

He then adds, “Also, we don’t want to make anybody feel as if they’re obliged to do anything…and in turn, clients can’t and don’t force us to do anything we don’t want to either. This is why we have these conversations, to have that fail-safe.”

“Hm,” you smirked. “That makes sense.”

You hesitate to ask and don’t want him to feel as if he’d wasted his time completely. “Would it be okay if we talked some more?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly.

“I’ll get the wine then,” you remarked.

“Good idea.”

******

“What do you do when you’re not, you know, working as an escort? Do you have a day job?”

He leaned back against where his head rested–which was on your thighs, while you laid, curled up on your side, your elbow supporting your head. You didn’t mind the position. You were both completely comfortable.

In keeping with the spirit of comfort, you change out of your dress and into an oversized sleep-shirt over your carefully selected lingerie. You figured, in case things escalated again, you’d be prepared. He kept his shirt off–you weren’t exactly sure if he meant it as a way to entice you–which, let’s face it, you were practically drooling. But so far, he hasn’t made a move to pick up where you left off.

He sighed. “I used to have one, during my first couple years doing this. And then ultimately, it became too hard to keep up with all of these different schedules so I quit that and never looked back.”

You couldn’t imagine how challenging it would be for him to meet with clients and try to make it to a nine-to-five. And you figured that with what you were paying him, he certainly can afford it.

“Do you go out when you’re not working?”

“Nah, I’m sort of a recluse,” he laughed.

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. “No way!”

“I am. It may not seem like it but sometimes I just like chilling at home. I don’t sleep much when I’m working so I try to catch up on that when I’m off.”

“You don’t sleep much because…your clients keep you up?”

His eyes were tickled with amusement. “Not all the time,” he says. “I often have trouble sleeping when I’m working.”

“What do you do when you can’t sleep?” You wondered with curiosity.

“I work out or…watch TV late at night.”

“How much interesting TV could be on at like, 3 in the morning?”

He chuckled. “Oh, you’d be surprised! I’ve developed a habit of watching people dig for gold in this random hole where they find the most random shit except actual gold,” he jested.

You laughed out loud.

“Seriously! They find random doorknobs from, like, the 17th century. Which, by the way, they actually hired and paid an expert to test and confirm the age. And I’m like–who the fuck cares about a rusty old doorknob? Where’s the gold? Seriously, it’s been over five years of this and at no point does anyone think, hmm…maybe there is no gold after all,” he ranted very passionately.

At this point, your elbow gives way while you collapse in giggles.

******

You ended up ordering food to be delivered at your place. He put his shirt back on but left it unbuttoned. It was difficult not to get distracted by his tattoos or his chest, in general but you tried to keep your focus on the conversation.

For the next couple of hours, over takeout containers, you continued talking about the most random things, sharing appetizers and eating off each other’s plates. You laughed and made jokes as if you’d known each other for years. He was a great conversationalist and for the first time since he walked through your door, your nerves had settled.

He looked more relaxed as well and it wasn’t just because of the alcohol. It must be difficult being in his shoes. Trying to keep up your interest in someone’s rambling stories about their life and all the while trying to seduce you into bed.

Now, he didn’t look like somebody intent on seducing you. He just looked like a normal guy. A normal guy whom you enjoyed having a conversation with.

After you put away your leftovers, you move back into the bedroom, and the conversation takes a slightly different turn.

“Seriously though, why haven’t you had sex with anyone? I’m sure there’s no shortage of horny guys out there. Is it a purity thing?”

You laughed heartily. “God, no! No, no…” You shook your head in between giggles.

“And you’ve never had any experience with sex at all? No kissing, touching…what about masturbation?”

“Oh, pfftt,” you blew out a raspberry. “I said I was a virgin, not an innocent! I’ve dated before and it’s gone as far as heavy petting? But no legitimate penetration, so to speak.”

He laughed and nodded at that. “Okay.”

“I’ll also have you know that I’ve invested in a very nice vibrator, since I’m a big girl and I can afford it now,” you both laughed. “And we have a really great relationship. In the end, we both know which of us feels used.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Ahh, so you’ve had an orgasm then?”

“Yes, I have,” you say simply. “Just…not with anybody.”

“I hope we can still rectify that tonight.”

His eyes glistened when they gazed at you. Though, not the same way they did when you both sat on the couch. There was a sincerity to that look–a sincere desire to give you what you need. A desire to please you.

A calm washes over you and you decide to try something.

“Could you please do me a favor?”

“Sure. Since you asked so nicely and if it’s in my power, I’ll do it.”

You hesitate for a beat. You figured he’d make up something on the spot but you needed a little boost of confidence. “Can you tell me…if…if you find me attractive?”

At this point, he sits up on the bed and moves closer to you.

Cupping your cheek, he runs his thumb gently across your lips. “You know, the moment you opened the door, the first thing I noticed was your mouth. When you talk, I just could not take my eyes off it.”

You feel a warm flutter within your chest. Afterwards, his lithe fingers drift lower to your neck, his fingers brushing over a specific spot. “I also noticed your freckle here. When you swallow, it draws my attention to this vein on your throat.” You swallow reflexively, earning you a small smile from him.

“And this here,” his thumb grazed the notch at the base of your neck, right between your clavicle. “Mm…I think it’s just sooo sexy,” he purred.

A shiver ran down your spine, making your breath hitch. You blink slowly, trying to stop your eyes from reflexively rolling to the back of your head.

His hand traveled back up to your face, his finger brushing your ear. He was so close to you that you could hear his ragged breathing. He was as aroused as you were, his cock tenting under the sheets.

“So, to answer your question: yes, I find you very attractive,” he rasped slowly..

With that, you let out a small whine and practically attack his mouth. The sudden onslaught doesn’t seem to take him by surprise as if he had fully expected you to play into his trap. And you didn’t mind it one bit.

You sighed and he took advantage of the opening, dipping his tongue inside. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right amount of aggressive.

Pulling back to cradle your jaw, he looked into your eyes. He rubbed the tip of his nose against you, his hands sliding along your bare arms.

“Are you sure about this now?”

“Yes. Absolutely, yes,” you breathed out.

Jimin’s hands slid back up your shoulders and onto your throat, leaving a white-hot trail across your skin. Cradling your head, he tilts it back and seals his mouth over yours again.

He settled over you, his chest hot to the touch. He helps you push his shirt off him, dropping it to the floor. His ardent mouth moved down your throat, his hands pushing your bra up to palm your breasts through the sleep-shirt you put on since taking your dress off hours ago.

You lift off the mattress, struggling to rid yourself of your shirt, which he helps you with. Then, you reach back and unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side.

In an instant, he was back on you, lips wrapping around your nipple and suckling, his weight supported by one forearm on the mattress, his other hand pushing between your legs.

He cupped your clothed heat, his fingertip gliding over the material, grazing the seam of your cleft. His tongue flicked over your nipple, then sank his teeth into the hardened tip.

His hair tickled your skin as his open mouth slid over your cleavage, his chest expanding as he breathed you in, nuzzling and wallowing in your scent. He captured the tip of your other breast with hard, deep suction. The pleasure shot through you, your walls clenching in reflex.

He moved down your torso, licking and peppering kisses across your stomach. Once he gets past your waist, his shoulders force your legs wider until you feel his hot breath over your cleft. His nose pressed against the wet material, stroking you. He inhaled with a groan.

“You smell intoxicating.”

Jimin fiddled with your panties’ waistband, peering up at you for approval. You lifted your hips and gave a small wriggle. That was all he needed to pull the constricting material off. It was soaked through anyway.

“Did you wax?”

The question takes you by surprise. “Y-yeah. Why?”

“When? Today?”

This is a really odd time to ask about personal hygiene. You blinked a few times, “Uhm…like, three days ago?”

“Hm, good.”

“Okay, but what does waxing have–”

“Because, if it’s only been less than 24 hours, I can’t do this,” He held you open with his thumbs, and dragged his tongue over your clit. Your back arched with a cry, all your senses out the window. Tilting his head, he thrust his tongue into your opening, teasing and fucking it rhythmically.

”Is that good?” He paused to check on you.

“Ohh….ffffuckk…yes, it’s good,” You writhed with pleasure, your core clenching and releasing.

He smiled mischievously. “Alright, guess I’ll continue then.”

His lips were around your clit, sucking, tonguing it. He was eating you with an intensity that you were helpless against. The flesh between your legs was so swollen and sensitive, so vulnerable to his expert mouth.

When you feel yourself tipping close to the edge, you wrench yourself away from his hold.

“Wait, wait–n-not yet,” you breathed out.

He pauses his oral assault on you. “Were you close?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to cum just yet.”

He chuckled in confusion. “Oh-kay…” he dragged out.

You sat up and captured his mouth. You taste traces of you on his lips–it was incredibly arousing.

“I want you,” you moaned.

He gasps as you unfastened his pants, reached inside his boxer briefs and wrapped your hands around him. But he obliges, deepening your kiss further.

You shifted positions, until he was leaning against your headboard. You moved lower, sank to your knees, pulling his pants low enough to give you the access you needed.

He exhaled harshly. “YN, are you sure—”

You cut him off when your lips wrapped around the tip. He reached back, the whites of his knuckles showing how hard he gripped the lip of your headboard.

You held him in your hand and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his scent made you moan. You felt the vibration ripple through his entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in his chest.

You peered up at him and he touched your cheek. “Lick it.”

Aroused by the command, you fluttered your tongue across the underside and moaned with delight when he oozed with pre-cum. Fisting with one hand, you hollow your cheeks and draw rhythmically.

“Hmm…fuck yes…just like that.”

The erotic sounds he made and the way he slowly bucked his hips into your throat spurred you on. You were so turned on by his pleasure. His hands pushed into your hair, pulling and tugging at the roots, the twinge of pain making you greedier.

Your head bobbed as you pleasured him, his veins pulsing through the length of his cock. You released him with a pop. Tilting your head to the side, you slid the flat of your tongue up his length.

You were in complete awe of him as you watched his head fall back, fighting for breath.

You rested your hands on his hips, frantically working your lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were tightening, you cupped and tugged on them gently, making him gasp in pleasure.

“Ah, YN…stop.” His voice was a guttural rasp.

“Stop.” He dislodges your jaw from him, pulling you up to his level and gives you a swift kiss. “As much as I really, really want to keep fucking your mouth, I think we should take care of you first.”

You roll off him and he gets up off the bed. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a foil packet before pulling his pants and boxers off. You watch intently as he rolls the condom down his length.

You swallow roughly when he swiftly tugs at your ankles and positions your bottom at the edge of the bed.

“Just so we’re clear, you need to tell me at any point if you feel discomfort or there’s anything that you don’t like. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you respond firmly.

His fingers parted your folds and rubbed your clit in slow circles, making you moan. Finding that you were still soaked for him, he leans in, hooking your legs to his waist and lined himself up to your center.

“Try to relax, okay?” You nod.

“Ready?” he asks urgently. You nod again, because speech has evaded you at this point.

He rips his hand from between your thighs and in one calculated movement, he moves his hands to your bottom and lifts you. Slowly, carefully, he pushed in, making you tense up instinctively.

Ow! Fucking hell!

This was not a vibrator or some other fake dick you’ve been used to. It was the real thing. The sensation was…different.

Sweat misted his brow. “YN?” he pants. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

You inhale sharply. “Just…two seconds. I just need a few seconds.” You slowed your breathing, wrapping your legs around him tighter, adjusting to the mixture of pleasure and pain. You know he’s not even all of the way in.

Your hands slip over his sweat drenched back as he holds still for a few moments, giving you time to adapt to the feeling.

“Okay, keep going,” you assure him. He pants as he slowly withdraws from you, re-entering on a deliberate, steady thrust. This time he’s a little deeper and the fullness is making your head spin.

“Can you take more?” he asks urgently.

More? How much more is there?

You took some calming breaths. When you felt like you had a handle on it, you kiss him slowly, arching your back and pushing your breasts up to his chest. You thrust yourself upward, deepening the connection.

“YN, tell me you’re ready.” he breathes.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

With your prompt, he extracts himself and drives back inside of you. You sigh, tilting your hips forward in acceptance as he moans in appreciation and repeats his swift thrusts, again and again.

The soreness from the stretch slowly fades with his steady rhythm. Before you knew it, you were bucking your hips against him greedily, but in sync with his movements.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes on a deep plunge. Your head lolls back against the mattress, lost in the pleasure of it all.

In one swift move, he pulls back and pounds into you. You cry out but not from the hurt. You’ve taken him to the hilt and loving every bit of it. You reach up behind him and grip his shoulders as he increases his thrusts, slamming into you, repeatedly hitting that sensitive cluster of nerves in you. You yelp in pleasure when he finds your lips, plunging his tongue into your mouth.

Slowly, you feel that familiar buildup of pressure within while he ate you out minutes ago. But right when you feel like you’re about to fall apart, he pauses his assault and pulls out of you.

The feeling of emptiness has left you confused and somewhat hazy. Distantly, you hear him grab a hold of your hand to pull you up off the mattress.

“C’mere,” he beckons you off the bed–which, you weren’t even sure how you managed to support your own weight since your legs felt like jello.

He motions for you to stand in front of the wall.

“Keep your hands there,” he says, propping your hands up. You do as he says and he rewards you by planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. He positions himself behind you, gently urging your legs apart while his hands roam your front. He massages your breasts in his hands, making you gasp when he pinches and pulls on your overly sensitized nipples.

One of his hands slides down your torso and abdomen until it settles between your thighs. His fingers parted your lips, feeling around for your clit.

“Oh my god,” you choked out once he hit the target, making you lean your head back against him.

“Good?” His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear while he nipped at it.

“Hmm...yes,” you drawled while his fingers rubbed and circled your flesh. You couldn’t help but reach your hand back towards his nape to pull him closer to you. If he worked in a couple more circles around your clit, you swear, you could have exploded right then.

“Tell me what you want, YN,” he whispered in your ear.

“You…please,” you whined, grinding your groin to his touch.

“I’m here,” he answers. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you back in, please,” you begged pathetically before that delicious pressure in you deflates.

Lowering your hands from the wall, he adjusts your position while you jut your bottom out for him, pushing your back down slightly. His hands steadied you as he pulled your hips closer to him, opening yourself up so he could slide back in.

A low, broken cry escaped your mouth as he adjusted you at the right angle, taking your breath away when you felt him slide in deeper. The stretching was even more intense this way. It was unbearably arousing. If he ever allows you to cum tonight, you feel as if you’d shatter into a million pieces and never recover.

Your core trembled, clenching desperately around him. He made a rough sound, pulling out just a little before sliding back slowly. The tip of his cock massaged the bundle of nerves deep inside you that no premium-priced vibrator would ever reach.

Palms slipping and sliding restlessly against the walls, you moaned gutturally, repeatedly.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he said urgently. “Let me hear how much you like it.”

“Oh, fucckkkk…” Your legs shook violently on a particularly deep, measured stroke, your weight supported only by the wall and his hold on you.

You could do nothing but take what Jimin gave you, the rhythmic push and pull, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room–it was an incredibly dizzying environment.

One of his hands left your hip, and cupped your cheek, turning your face slightly back towards him, seizing your mouth and groaning into it while continuing to pound into you.

Everything in you goes rigid as that same all-too-familiar feeling threatens to spill out of you.

Your breaths become more constricted. “Come on, baby. I know you’re close…” he said gruffly, sliding his other hand down to your center to tease your pulsing clit.

Finally, it became too much. You came with a breathless cry, shaking violently, your hands squeaking over the wall as your sweaty palms slipped. He keeps his firm hold on you and plunged deeper and harder, his fingers still on your clit, driving you insane. One orgasm rolled into another, your cunt rippling around his relentless thrusts.

You held onto him, trembling, tears pooling in your eyes. Raw moans spilled from him, making you so hot and slick that your body offered no resistance and instead welcomed his desperate need for his own climax.

His mouth twisted in a grimace of agonized bliss, his eyes losing their focus as his orgasm built.

He came with a deep, hoarse growl, spurting so hard into the condom, you felt it. His whole body jerked hard, then shuddered. Over and over, heating you from the inside with thick washes.

He collapsed against you, his lungs heaving for breath.

******

“Are you okay?”

He laughed in response as he stood by your bathroom’s doorway. “You’re asking me? Shouldn’t I be asking you?”

“I’m good. Sore but otherwise, good,” you say calmly.

There it was again, that soft crinkle in his eye when he smiled. As if he didn’t just fuck you senselessly moments ago.

You pull the sheets back from the bed, where you sat and patted the empty space next to you, inviting him to get in.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a hint of hesitation. “I told you, I’m fine sleeping on the couch.” He was in a pair of sweats now and not much else.

You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Now c’mon, get in.”

With your permission, he slid under the sheets and made himself comfortable next to you.

“Do you feel any different?”

You paused and thought carefully before you answered him. “You know what? I don’t,” you laughed. “I thought that some proverbial curtain would lift and things would look or feel differently but…no. I feel the same.”

He hummed noncommittally. “Hm…okay.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a testament to what we just did. And…that was pretty mind-blowingly euphoric back there.”

He laughed heartily. “Aw, c’mon, YN! Don’t fuck with me.”

“Well…too late for that now,” you countered wryly.

He doubles over as he’s in absolute stitches, making you laugh as much.

“I swear, I had to pick pieces of my brain off the floor. Is that normal for you?”

He sighed heavily after calming down. “I mean…” he shrugged. “You’re giving me too much credit.” Then his expression turns accusatory, “You told me you hadn’t done any sort of sexual activity with anyone. So, where’d you learn to suck dick like that?”

“Porn.” You say flatly.

He threw his head back in laughter. “Seriously?”

You scoffed. “What did I tell you? I’m a virgin, not an innocent.” Not gonna lie, you did do a bit of ‘research’ before tonight. True to your Type-A personality, you needed to know what you were getting yourself into. Unfortunately, you had to use an incognito browser and painfully to wade through dozens of pop-ups of erections and weird-ass shit before finding the more helpful videos.

“Well, shit,” he blew out a puff of air.

After a few beats of silence, he turns to you again. “Look, I know you had a list–”

You giggled. “Ugh, that seems so embarrassing now.”

“Hey, it’s not embarrassing to have goals.”

“Don’t patronize me,” you teased.

“I’m not patronizing you. Just saying, at least you have a good idea of what you want.”

“I guess, yeah.” You relented.

You glance at your phone’s clock then stare back at the ceiling. You had no idea how other partners would compare to him. Did you even want other partners? This would be a very expensive venture if you decide to keep this up with him.

Moments later, as you start to feel the fatigue settle in, you feel him brush your bare arm. You thought it was probably his insomnia keeping him up. “You know, we still have a few hours before our time is up.”

You turn to him, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. “You have the energy to do that again?”

He shrugged. “I brought a few condoms, and…I’d really love to see that ass bounce again. Maybe with a reverse cowgirl?" As soon as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip, you knew you were done for.

You were happy to indulge in Jimin a bit more. He ticked all of the boxes that you had on your list and even added a few more that had your mind melting from multiple orgasms by the end of your experience.

It was the perfect way to ring in your 30th birthday.

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The hangover

Shigaraki x fem reader part one

A/N: this one gets pretty angsty because I was gonna make this one as a one shot but it was getting long, next part will be smut 💕 DNI minors and antis, you have been warned. ( p.s. I did tear up a bit when I was getting to him being upset towards reader.😭😭)

Warning: angsty + shigaraki can't handle his emotions + they both have kinda unhealthy relationships but it's tomura being a little possessive towards reader + insecure tomura.

You snore softly as the warmth feels nice on your body. Your heavy eyelid flutters open from sleep and a bit of a headache comes from your hangover.

What just happened? Your eyes wide in fear as you realize you were snuggling up to your boss, your head on his scarred chest.

Did we just…. No it can't be, is it?? You were puzzled by this as you slowly removed the covers to see you're wearing your previous outfit last night. How did I get into his room?!?

*last night*

" Bring it on asshole." You were challenged by dabi because he wanted to see who can drink the most alcohol. It was a competition where it was you, dabi, spinner, twice and mr.compress.

Both spinner and twice chicken out as it was the three of us drinking away. It turns out you beat dabi by three shots and you were more drunk than anyone.

" uhh Y/n, I think you had too much to drink dude. "Spinner's concerned voice echoed in your mind as he gently put his hand on your shoulder.

" yeah I'm with spinner on this one… no drink more y/n!! " twice said as he takes the drinks away, your cloudy mind looks at them for a bit more than turning your head at dabi who is knocked out cold.

" I-I'm finneee *hiccup* I'm going to bed. " you shake them off of you as mr.compress said." Are you sure you don't need any assistance? " You shake your head no as you begin to waddle away to your room.

You walk alone down the hall as you grab the handle, it's pretty slippery as you giggle quietly.

The bright light didn't alert you once you entered the room, you thought it was your room only to enter shigaraki's room.

Tomura wasn't in the room as you guys were having a great time with the drinking competition, he was more focused on gaming.

Now he's in his bed watching a random streamer playing a new game. He raised his brow and wasn't expecting someone to enter his room at this late hour.

His cheeks turned a shade of pink and realized it was you who was clumsy enough to walk in.

He had a huge crush on you since you joined the group. Your quirk is quite useful, you weren't great in combat but your quirk was reading other's thoughts, very useful to see who is lying and who is telling the truth by you speaking out loud what they are thinking.

It was also a problem for him since he knew he had to keep his mind clean otherwise you will be surprised by what he actually thinks of you.

He turned his phone off quickly as you removed your shoes and socks.

You stretch a bit, yawn loudly, shigaraki couldn't help but to see your soft skin being exposed in front of his eyes.

Shit not now, fuck.. he turn away as he cover himself.

You slipped inside the covers as you curled up to him as the soft snore came out of you.

Shigaraki was terrified, he wasn't expecting a person, a beautiful woman like yourself to curl up to him like that, he just knows you wouldn't act like this if you were sober.

But this was the closest thing he really hoped to last longer, he sighs softly as he turns over to see your sleepy form.

So soft and pretty… he caressed your arm and didn't realize he had all his fingers on your skin. He quickly removed his fingers, what the hell is wrong with you, you could have decayed her… wait something is off.

He tried it again, putting all five fingers on your arm. He blinked fast.. nothing was happening.

He tries your hands as he carefully holds your hand, locking the fingers together. Your snoring is quite soothing and you're breathing.. you're alive and didn't get disintegrated instantly.

It puzzles him more, you said you have one quirk and that reading minds.. What the hell?

Shigaraki has to talk to you when you wake up, that means you belong to him now. It means he doesn't have to worry about hurting you and he can feel what it's like to touch a human being.

He sighs dreamy, he has to have you already, no one shall have you.

He closed his eyes as he hoped there a chance for him.

*Ended*

You quietly removed yourself out of his bed, he looked so peaceful sleeping, his white hair messy and he had a small smile resting on his scarred lips.

As you get your shoes and socks you hear him grunt out.

" Y/n… " you turn your head towards him as he whimpers in his sleep.

" don't leave… me…. Please. " You feel bad, you could stay and wake him up but you don't know what to do.

You walk towards the door, maybe you'll pretend nothing happened and he was just dreaming. It couldn't get worse right?

It's been a couple of days since that incident, you avoid your boss every time he tries to get you alone, you feel shit every single time you go on a mission or make some dumb excuses to avoid him.

It's late at night as you were hiding at your favorite spot, on top of the roof drinking away.

Maybe it is for the best that you keep avoiding him… you hear the creak of the door as you take a long sip.

" dabi, I don't wanna hear you bitch-... " you turn your head to see the boss emerging out and coming towards you, you immediately shut up after you see him. His eye bags were dark and his expression looked.. sad like he was crying.

He quietly sat on the edge of the roof as you took another sip.

You can feel it, his aura is intense, you shouldn't have avoided him, you thought he wasn't bothered by it a few days ago but it was definitely eating him alive.

Before you have time to speak, he started." Why? " It was short and simple..

His crimson eyes fill with sadness as he turns towards you.

" Why are you avoiding me?? Is it because I'm that ugly to YOU.." you weren't expecting his voice to boom so loud, you can feel the pain in his voice as he shakes.

" I-.. " there was a tear coming down his scarred cheeks.

" Is that why you're too ashamed of my presents?? " he tilted his head angrily as the angry build up.

" are you seen someone, is that why you're avoid-.."

" no no no shigaraki.. please calm down. "You try your best to respond to him but the heat and venom he spits out as more tears slide down.

" I know what happened that night y/n I-..." he leaned towards you as he pulled you close. He puts his face towards your chest as he begins to sob out.

You weren't expecting him to cry and his emotions getting out of hand, why did you avoid him? Maybe you should have talked about it sooner.

" hey… shigaraki. " he looks up at you with hope as he wet your shirt with his tears.

" Listen boss, I didn't know it would affect you badly.. the reason why was because I was scared. " he narrowed his eyes towards you.

" I just thought leaving the room was best for us…." You started to tear up too.

" I thought you weren't interested in me because you were kind of dick towards me." It was true in the beginning Tomura was rude and thought you could get killed easily and would get captured by the heros if you go on a mission but he was actually protecting you from dangerous situations, he didn't want to lose you.

" I'm sorry for causing all of this. "You rarely use your quirk on others because it feels like you are invading their private thoughts, you only use it when it's an important mission.

So you were curious about what he was thinking right now.

You activate your quirk, your normal eye color turns into a bright orange hue.

( so you're not mad about me? Don't find me hideous. Are you staying here with me love please stay… ) your cheeks turn pink, you feel bad for causing this, feeling shit for having him work up over your shitty behavior.

" No, I'm not leaving tomura..." you rub his tears away as you smile softly.

(Shit you're using your quirk.. can you hear this part just for me. ) you see shigaraki start to smirk as he bites his lips.

(Listen to me, I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be walking for days you hear me. ) his eyes clouds with lust as you start to fluster red.

(Keep me waiting for so long, you were driving me insane. Your body… fuck.) His eyes look down at your body as he makes eye contact.

(You have no idea how I wanna fuck you the day you join the League.. please let me have you. ) you deactivate your quirk as you squeak a little, you weren't expecting him to think like that towards you and now you feel hot and bothered by it.

" you didn't answer my question y/n~ " he purrs at you, pulling you closer.

" Now we're on this topic, I'm gonna ask you on that day. " he tilted his head as he spoke.

" Remember you telling me you have one quirk right? " You tilt your head should you answer the first one or the second one.

" Yes to the first one and why? " Tomura purring like a cat as he pulls you onto his lap as he growls at you.

" watch this. " He carefully moves his hand towards you, putting his hand on your thighs.

You finch expecting to get killed off by him.

" what the fuck shigaraki-.. " he tilted his head as he smile.

" look… " you see his hand playing the soft flesh as he kneads it tender.

You blink a few times, you've been with them for one year and you always see shigaraki destroying everything with his hands.

" wha-.. " Tomura leaned in as he was inches towards your lips.

" see I'm not hurting you my love.. you're alive. " seeing his hand grip the soft skin as he plays with it.

" I have a second quirk?? " You say out loud costing tomura to chuckle, you always had one quirk throughout your whole life. The doctor never mentioned you had a second quirk nor did your family.

You watch his hand slide up your thighs as it reaches closer to your core.

" Do you wanna continue this gameplay with me, player two? " he said seductively as he played with your hair softly.

You feel something hard poking your entrance as he bites his lips, he rolls his hips up to make you feel everything.

" You don't have to continue this, we can take it nice and slow.. " he leaned in to lick your ear.

" It's your choice after all, princess~. "

To be continued.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #minors dni #shigaraki tomura #x reader #fanfic #smut #bnha #mha #anime #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki

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gaiussleechtank · 1 year

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Just an idea that's trapped in my idea notes, but imagine if there was a magic reveal around the time Arthur became King, magic gets repealed and Merlin is generally accepted all round:

It was one of those days that, in Merlin's opinion, made the ego of the knights increase several times over. The sun was unfairly hot, increasing in heat as the day goes on, so obviously everyone had stripped every unneeded layer that was possible.

Everyone except Merlin.

Gwaine launches a punch at Arthur and nearly gives the guy a black eye. He swerves our of the way and staggers into the dirt just in time.

"Oi, Princess! What the fuck?" He mutters as he wipes the sweaty mud from his chest.

Arthur is staring at something off the field, following the King's line of sight directly to everyone's favourite manservant.

"Ah, of course." Gwaine smirked. "Merlin. Why am I not surprised?"

"He must be boiling." Arthur muttered, referring to Merlin's horrid lacklessness of clothes. There were way too many clothes on that man's body.

"Lancelot." Arthur snapped loudly.

"Yes, my lord?" Lancelot tried innocently as he approached the King warily.

Arthur grabbed Lancelot's arm and whispered, "You're closest to Merlin-"

"I don't agree with that."

"- so convince him to at least get him to take off his neckerchief, or even better his jacket."

Lancelot stared at Arthur with an unreadable expression before smiling. "Yes, sire."

The loyal Knight jogged over to Merlin, the servant looked up to his friend and they started to converse but then Merlin launched to his feet with a stricken expression. He grabbed Lancelot by the arm and dragged him into a tent.

#__#

"You know exactly why I can't take off my shirt." Merlin cried out as the flaps of the tent closed.

"Of course I know, Merlin. But you're not in hiding anymore. Arthur knows, everyone knows. And they know what you've done for the kingdom. They would understand where you got your scars from." Lancelot replied gently. "The others will admire your bravery and strength, I know I do. I know Arthur will."

Merlin stared at Lancelot, biting his lip. "They aren't pretty scars, they're ugly and nasty-"

"And show that against everything you've survived, you've beaten all odds." Lancelot stepped close to Merlin and took his hand, he would hug the warlock but he's sweating far too much. "Scars aren't meant to be pretty, they show the honest truth and the truth isn't always nice. But you're Merlin, you look the bad stuff in the face and tell it to piss off." Merlin snorted. "Look, I'm not saying to be shirtless, just take the neckerchief and jacket off before you get heatstroke and Arthur gets an aneurism."

Merlin's brow creased in confusion.

"Arthur asked me to since apparently I'm the one that's closest to you." Lancelot rolled his eyes.

"Bloody hell he's an idiot."

"You're the only one that can tell him that." Lancelot chuckled, heading towards the tent entrance. "Do something about your clothes because I'm sweating just looking at you."

"Yeah, yeah," Merlin waved the knight off. "Leave me in peace."

Lancelot left the tent grinning, going back to Arthur with a little congregation of knights and squires already forming.

"I did what I could, Arthur." Lancelot put his hands up in defence.

Arthur nodded distractedly in Lancelot's direction whilst keeping his eyes trained on the tent. When the tent reopened, everyone quickly dispersed, humming and talking nonsense as Merlin walks through the training field.

"Holy shitting fuck." Gwaine openly gawked at Merlin.

They knew he was lean, no longer the skinny twig he was when he first came to Camelot, but not built. Not this built. And gods, the scars that rippled over his muscles. Even through the mix of faded reds, pink and white, it took nothing away from Merlin.

Lancelot spoke the truth, the knights did admire Merlin, after learning everything that he had done over camp fires, nights at the tavern and the random comments. The squires looked up to him as a role model. The knights admired his strength in every aspect.

But right now?

The heat had melted every persons ability to think, and Merlin was scarred, sweating, and looking like the glorious god that the druids claimed him to be.

"Eyes up here, knight." Merlin motioned with his fingers.

"I'm just saying what everyone's thinking." Gwaine smirked. "Especially Arthur."

Arthur closed his mouth but continued to stare.

"Happy now, prat?"

"Y-yeah." Arthur managed to say.

#__#

"Five pieces of gold they fuck."

"You're on."

#I dont have my laptop #Is is obvious?#Will write further later #Arthur: awooga #Merlin is sex on a stick #Everyone is in love with Merlin #Or at least attracted #bbc merlin #bbc merthur #merlin #Accidentally wrote fanfiction #What is my life #Projecting a little because Merlin would be hot

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atom-writings · 10 months

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Hey hellooo! Can I have one g8 with a friend who one day sees a cool pigeon and then just mf manhandles it and shows it too them cause they thought it looked cool??

(platonic please!! Also can I have some ketchup w it thanks :D!)

-🐦

(Main 8 X Reader) Manhandling a Pigeon?

(Gender Neutral, Platonic) Scenarios ~ A/N sorry we’re out of ketchup does mustard work?

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

There’s nothing more relaxing than a nice, quiet walk through a city park. At least, that’s what he’s always thought. The city's ruckus melts into a relaxing background noise, a calming assurance of humanity’s presence. That, mixed with lush green surroundings, is always the best break from the stress of international politics. The only thing that could make that little vacation better is the company of one of his closest friends, you.

At least, that’s what he had thought before today. Before you had shattered the peace and quiet of his trip to the park by running forward and grabbing a pigeon. Before he could react, you ran back to him, roughly showing off the bird and insisting, “Isn’t it cool?”

“Woah!” He exclaims, leaning in closer to see the bird, “That is cool! Can I hold it too?”

You nod, awkwardly handing him the pigeon that’s desperately trying to escape the two maniacs that grabbed it. When he takes it, his eyes light up with excitement, holding it less like a living creature and more like an action figure.

“Great job on grabbing it. What do we name it?” He gushes.

“Hm… I don’t know. You choose.”He pauses for a moment,

“... Simon.”

“Uh- what!?” He steps back from you, his face disgusted.

“Look at how pretty it is!” You insist, thrusting the bird closer to him.

“No bloody way, you have no idea where that thing’s been!” As your face falls, he sighs. Resting his hands on his hips, he looks at you, exhausted. “Yes, yes, it’s very pretty. Now let it go, please? I don’t want you or it getting hurt.”

“Don’t handle them so roughly, my dear,” He scolds gently, tsking at you like a mother at her child.

“Can you do better?” You tease, but he simply laughs in response. He brings your hands up with his, coaxing you to open your palms to release the bird. As you do, the pigeon gently coos at the both of you before climbing onto his arm.

“Woah, you’re like… a pigeon tamer…”

“Yes, I trained them for many years. Back in my time, they weren’t seen as street trash,” He says solemnly before smiling, “I’m glad you appreciate them too.”

“Ah-huh, very funny. Put that thing down, it’s gonna make you sick!” He scolds, desperately backpedalling to get away from you and the pigeon.

“Yao, come on! It’s just a little pretty creature!”

“It’s not pretty, it shits on the ground!”

“You did that for centuries!”

“I don’t anymore, unlike that beast!” He exclaims, scaring the bird. Before you can react, it flies out of your hands, escaping the two of yours bickering. You stare at him, dumbfounded and a little angry, while all he can do is sheepishly turn and start walking again.

“Rude, you scared away my friend!”

“Well, your human friend will buy you something to eat to make up for it. Just wash your hands first.”

He nods, peering over to see the trapped pigeon in your grasp. As you look up at him, a soft smile grows on his face, “Good catch,” he remarks.

“Thanks. Always wanted to be a pigeon catcher.”

He giggles at your comment, reaching out to gently rub the top of the pigeon's head, “You know, these used to be used for a lot more than just public nuisances,”

“They aren’t nuisances, they’re friends!”

“You are right.” He says softly, turning to look you in the eyes, “Now we are three friends on a walk!”

��Huh? Did you really just steal a bird?” Feliciano asks, clearly mortified at your random actions.

“It’s not stealing. Birds are public domain! And look at their cute face…” You gush, thrusting the bird up to his face. He recoils for a moment before leaning back in, the fear draining from his face.

“Hm… looks like one of big brother Francis’ old pigeons! I bet they’re related!”

You smile as he starts to pet the bird’s head. He could never resist an animal.

“Did Francis’ pigeon smell this terrible though?”

Ludwig doesn’t respond immediately, his expression unreadable as he steps closer to view the bird more closely.

“Oh, yes. Very cool. I believe it’s a… tippler pigeon? These ones are incredible fliers.” He states quickly, a smile growing on his face.

“I didn’t know you knew so much about birds.”

“You learn a lot of things when you’re like me.” He says, before resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Should I let it go now?”

“Yeah. Personally, I wouldn’t like being grabbed by you like that. It’s a little cruel.” He chuckles.

“Ah!” Kiku jumps back in surprise. As you look at him with confusion, he tries to calm himself down.

“D-Don’t touch those. They’ve had diseases, Y/N!” He exclaims exasperatedly, leaning backwards away from the pigeon you grabbed.

“Only some of them!”

“I still do not like those odds! Please, put it down.”

“Jeez, you’re so boring.” You tease, releasing your grip on the pigeon which quickly escapes and flies away.

“I’m not boring, I just do not want to die from bird sickness.”

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bbgthoma · 1 year

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— NO NUT NOVEMBER kaeya alberich x fem!reader

cw. boobs touching, teasing, ass fucking, degrading kink, fingering, blowjob

word count. 1.4k

a/n. this because it’s my bby’s birthday🫶🫶

kaeya has been a good boy trough the whole month. he didn’t touch his dick unless he wanted to wash it. no masturbation, no fucking you. he almost lost it at a few times in the month for getting a random boner because of you purposely slutting yourself around him, but he was able to hold it.

it was now the 30 november at 11:45pm and he couldn’t fall asleep because he had a bonner. and he knew you were in the kitchen half naked pouring yourself some water. he wanted to take care of this opportunity of being allow and give himself a little handjob, but he didn’t want to disappoint you.

he then watched you walk in the room with your underwear only. you sat beside him and said “did i ever tell you i love you so much?” as he rolled his eyes. “if you really loved me, you wouldn’t have dared me to do no nut november. that was a pain in the ass you know?” he asked annoyed. “you don’t want your ass to actually hurt so shut up” you said making him get flustered.

he just looked down awkwardly and cleared his throat. “what’s wrong?” you asked noticing the awkward tension. “nothing” he said covering his legs with the blanket to hide his boner. “kaeya what are you hiding?” you asked trying to move the blanket away. “nothing” he repeats himself as you glare at him. “you dirty liar, you know i hate it when you lie to me” you said annoyed.

he remained silent allowing you to take off the blanket. “oh god” you said realizing his dick was hard. chills took over your body, you forgot how big that shit was from not getting fucked by it for a month. “do i turn you on kaeya?” you asked teasingly. “yes, yes you do. so can you pleas-” he started but got cut off by your finger getting placed on his lips. “nah ah, you’re so close to succeeding no nut november, you cannot just give up now” you say. you looked at the time and said “come on, there’s 15 minutes left, can’t you handle waiting that much when you waited for a month?”

he remained silent with his breathe getting heavy. he knew you were doing it on purpose, kneeling beside him rubbing your tits against his arms and teasing him. he wanted to curse you off but he loved you too much, even so you were being so cruel with him. and at his birthday that was it.

“come on (y/n), please, for my birthday gift” he begged you desperately. “mhm, is no dick december a thing? i wanna do that” you said amused. “hell no, i’m not accepting this shit” he replied obviously disagreeing. “awe, would’ve been so fun” you teased chuckling to yourself. “we’ll see who will be able to survive no finger february” he replies rolling his eyes.

“mkay whatever you say mr favonius knight” you said rolling your eyes. you lean over to kiss him and then sit on his lap. he groans in your mouth since you weren’t helping his hard dick by sitting on his lap and then kissed you back placing his hands on your waist. he rubs your back with his thumb as be runs a hand up to your chest and grabs your tits making you whine.

you move away out of breathe and smile at him. “i’m not allowing you to fuck me yet kaeya” you say as he groans annoyed. “forget this annoying game, i don’t want to do this shit” he said trying to persuade you. “no” you replied. he sighs and says “can we at least kiss?”

you smile and lean over to kiss him again. you rub your knee against his hips the closest possible to his dick without touching his dick. kaeya lets out a groan as he flips around to top you. “stop teasing me” he said moving away from the kiss. “or what?” you asked staring into his eyes. “or i will fail no nut november” he replies. “oh, too bad, i was planning to give you an amazing reward after all this” you say shrugging.

he licks his lower lip and then sighs. “whatever” he says getting off from you. “what a good boy” you said as you hugged his arm. you laid your head on his shoulder and looked at the time. “5 minutes leftt” you say as his eyes widen out of excitement. “can you wait for 5 minute or are you that desperate?” you asked as he shook his head. “I’ll wait” he replied as you smile.

“that’s my boy” you reply kissing his cheek. “yea, yours and only yours” he says placing a little kiss on your lips. “oh yea? well why do i see you flirting around with traveler mhm?” you asked teasingly. “what? i don’t do that, what do you mean?” he asks making you chuckle. “i’m messing you with you kaeya, i know you are loyal baby” you say which makes him smile. you look at the time and say “looks like you can do whatever you want to me now”

“great, i was starting to get impatient to fuck that ass” he says as he pulls down his pants and boxer and pulls out a condom from the drawer. “directly on my ass? you’re being mean” you said making him roll his eyes. “says the one who tortured me for a month” he replied annoyed. he grabs your ass and smoothly slides his dick in. you let out a gasp, it hurt more than usual. “fuck you got so tight” he said under his breathe.

you whine as he pulls out half his dick to smack it back in. he does that on repeat and faster at each beat. your eyes roll back and little noises come out of your mouth. “gosh i missed hearing you moan like the good slut you are for me” he says biting his lower lip. he grabs your waist with his right hand and runs his other to your hair.

“harder kaeya please” you begged. the man pushed his cock in your ass in a more aggressive way making a loud moan run out of your mouth. tears filled your eyes as the man leaned over to you. he ran his hand up to your face and slightly turned it around saying “shh, don’t cry baby, it’s alright” as he wipes your tears away. “no kaeya, i want you to turn me into a sobbing mess” you said as you admiringly looked at the man.

“you’re asking for it” he says as he goes on harder and faster. he leaves sloppy kisses on your arched back and teases your vagina with a finger. “god you’re so wet” he mumbled against your skin as he slides a finger. “so pretty… all that just for me… my pretty girl” he says as he admires the view he has of you. he slides a second finger you leaving you breathless.

you could barely let a word out from how much you were out of breathe, but you were enjoying every single second of it. you missed kaeya dick fucking you. eating you out was fun but you needed his dick in you. you needed him to slut out the shit out of you. and he was doing it right now, so you made sure to not make it a waste.

“fuck i’m close” he says under his breathe. “cum in my mouth” you say. “you’re sure about that?” he asks unsure as you nod. “okay then” he replies as he pushes in two, three times more. being sure that it was the moment, he pulls out and takes off the condom. you kneel down in front of him and open your mouth. he puts his dick in you as you drink up all his cum making sure to not let a drop fall. after being done, you move away from his cock satisfied and say “happy birthday kaeya” for the 16474673th time which makes him smile. “gosh i’m so lucky to have you for myself” he says as he leans over to kiss your forehead.

#ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAEYA MY BBG🫶🫶🫶#kaeya smut #kaeya alberich #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x y/n #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #smut #kaeya genshin smut #kaeya fluff

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scarisd3ad · 1 year

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The grabbed | Vance hopper x f!reader

Chapter seven

Previous>>masterlist

Warnings - kidnapping, death, description of death, pedophilia, sexual assault

Holy shit I’m finished with this next two fics will be a cedric diggory (hp) fic and a re write of found you :)I originally was going to make the ending angsty but then I decided that y/n deserved better. If you guys want the angsty ended I will give it to you guys though lol

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0 days

It was 8 o'clock in the morning and both Gwen and Bruce stood in Gwen's kitchen yet again. Gwen stood at the phone waiting for an answer and Bruce sat at the table. elbow sat on top with his head presses against his palm, as his leg bounced up and down anxiously. Finally someone answered.

"Denver police department. This is Barbara how may I help you?"

"Hi this is gwendolyn blake again, is detective walker, and detective wright there?" Gwen asked. Barbara sighed lightly before Gwen heard the light tape of the keyboard before she replied back "yes ma'am they are I'll transfer you to them now." After a few more seconds Gwen heard detective wrights voice on the other line.

"I think I know where the grabber lives" she said. Instantly the detective asked where "7741 cherry street" Gwen replied.

Once she hung up the phone both kids were off on their bikes towards the house. Peddling as fast as their feet could take. Faster, and faster, and faster until the cherry street sign came into view. Just as quick as they pulled into the street so did a few police cars and an ambulance.

Y/n's pov

I sighed as I leaned my head against Vance's shoulder. "You alright?" He muttered, I nodded "yeah...yeah I guess" I replied. Then we heard the large metal door begin to open. The door had been left open that day, as a part of alberts game he played. I just assumed it was albert at first until the door opened entirely to reveal my father standing behind it. His eyes were widened as he stared at vance and I.

"Holy shit" he muttered, "holy shit, holy shit" my bottom lip wobbled as I pushed myself up off of the mattress and onto my feet. "Daddy?" I was free, he would call the police and they'd lock albert up for life. I'd go back up to Durango and live with my mother, and maybe possibly come back to visit bruce. I sprinted over to him and wrapped my around around his torso. "Please call the police help us he's gonna kill us if you don't" I whispered as tears fell down my cheeks. "I-I knew he was hiding something down here" dad muttered as he rubbed at my back. "Please hur-" then I screamed as my dad collapsed in my arms. An axe now plunged into his head. "Dad..daddy oh my god" I cried as I watched as blood pooled out of my dads lifeless body. "You see what you did?" Albert said staring down at me. "This is all your fault you made me kill my brother."

I cried out as Albert pulled the axe out of my dad head and began to stalk towards me. I pushed myself back, scooting away. Whimpering, almost begging vance to help. But he didn't he just sat there staring up, almost frozen still. Albert kneeled down next to me dropping the axe before wrapping his hand around my neck. I cried out and lungs burned. "St-stop" i muttered out as Albert pushed me onto the wall closest to the door. He pulled out a small pocket knife and pressed it against my abdomen. I trembled in fear "Let go" I cried out as I pulled at his hand wrapped around my neck. "V-vance" I cried, I could see vance behind alberts shoulder. Vance stood up walking over towards Albert and I. My lungs burned as I tried to breathe. His hand tightening around my throat as I gasped, tears building up in my waterline. Vance grabbed both of alberts shoulders pulling him down as a random burst of strength helped me pull my leg up and knee albert right in the crotch. Right before he let go the knife plunged through my skin. I cried out as I scrambled to my feet pressing my hands to my stomach as Albert cried out in pain. Albert groaned out as I watched vance straddle albert and punch him repeatedly in the face.

Bam..bam…bam

Blood poured out of alberts nose as he laughed. Vance pushed himself up off of Albert eyes widened, fists still clenched. “You’re tough kid, you remind me of a younger me” Vance scoffed as he breathed heavily. “I’m nothing like you.” Albert groaned as he wiped his nose free of the blood and wiped it onto his shirt before sitting up. “Really?” Albert raised his eyebrows as he stood up. He stalked towards us. I took a step back with every step forward he took. “The way you protect y/n reminds me of how I protect my ‘friend’ when I was younger.” Albert was finally close enough to me to the point I was pressed against the wall. “She was just about y/n’s height dark hair eyes that would light up the dark sky.” Vance tried to step between albert and i but that just ended up with vance being shoved. Vance groaned as he hit the floor with a thud. “But he took her away. And god dammit I won’t let you do that too.”

Albert placed his hand under my chin pushing it up so I was making eye contact with me. “Dawn was mine, but he took her away. now y/n’s mine, and god dammit I won’t let you or that asshole Bruce yamada take her.” I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt alberts breath against my cheek. I felt alberts lips press against my cheek. I opened my eyes quickly staring over at vance begging for help. Tears well up in my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut yet again letting a few fall down my cheeks as I felt alberts lips trailing closer and closer to my lips. “Stop” I cried trying to push him away, “stop it, stop it please” I said before using all my strength to push him off of me. Albert fell on his ass right in front of me. I didn’t waste anytime sprinting away from him. Turning the corner towards the bathroom. I heard alberts heavy footsteps behind me. I jumped across the hidden hole and grabbed onto the cord pulling it so it tightened up. Albert was right behind me so he instantly tripped falling into the hole. The loud snap of his ankle causing me to squeeze my eyes shut and Albert to let out a scream. I got up and grabbed the toliet tank lid and raising it above my head. “I-I thought you loved me y/n”

“Not anymore” I whispered before bringing it down over his head. Blood splattered over the walls, me, everything in at least a 3 to four foot radius. I looked up to see vance standing there eyes widened. I quickly looked back down at alberts body before raising it back over my head.

I brought the lid down onto his head over and over. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you” i muttered everytime I brought the lid down onto his head. I knew he was dead, but I needed closer, billy, griffin, and Vance did too. He needed to be dead. And I needed the proof of his mush of brain left all over me and the walls. “Y/n?” Vance whispered breaking me out of my murderous State. I dropped the lid letting it shatter on the ground. “Let’s go.”

I nodded stepping around my uncles dead body and towards vance. Once I was right in front of him I engulfed him in a hug. Wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my bloody face into his shoulder. Sobs emitting from my throat. Vance akwardly wrapped his arms around my torso as he slowly rocked us side to side. “It’s over” i muttered.

“It’s over” Vance replied before I pulled away. I stared down and wiped my tears before looking up at vance. “Let’s go” he nodded, we both walked back into the main basement area. I avoided looking at my dads body as we walked past and towards the stairs. I just couldn’t look, I didn’t think I could mentally take it. We both walked up the stairs and through the empty house and to the front door. Vance opened the front door revealing the glass door. I looked around for Samson normally just opening one of the doors would summon him.

Just like clockwork Samson arrived barking up a storm. “Hurry” I whispered as I watched vance take the lock in his hands. I stuck my hand out letting samson smell in, let him recognize the sent. Albert had ways of calming samson down sometimes he’d just shout at him but sometimes if Samson finds you familiar just sticking your hand out letting him smell you he’d sit and calm down. But he’d only do it for albert and I. Not my dad.

Samson turned around trotting back to his spot on the couch lowering his barking.

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Then the lock fell the the ground with a thud. Vance pushed the door open and we both walked out. Sat across the street pressed against the fence was bruce, and Gwen. More and more police cars pulled up to the house all piling into the house across the street. Bruce lifted his head up in response to Gwen tapping his shoulder. His eyes widened as his eyes landing. He quickly stood up and sprinting towards me, tears building up in his eyes. “Oh my god y/n. I thought I lost you” he whispered into my shoulder as he engulfed me in a hug. I sighed as I wrapped my arms around him. I watched as a emt walked up to vance who stood a bit behind me. He said something to Vance I couldn’t really comprehend my thoughts were racing. Bouncing off my brain and ricocheting back. And then the emt escorting Vance towards the ambulance. Everything, every sound, thought was echoed faded. I didn’t think I was going to make it this far. Was I dreaming was that why everything waa begining to sound faded. I hoped, prayed that I wouldn’t wake up. Hoped it wasn’t just some made up dream, so fantasy I was having as I died.

“This is real right?” I asked as I clung to Bruce, I didn’t want to risk letting go and never seeing him again. “I hope so” he whispered back tightening his grip around me. We both pulled away and Bruce looked down at a large bloody patch covering the bottom of his white shirt. “Woah, are you alright?” He said his eyes softened as his face contorted into a worried expression. “I’m fine” i said as I lifted my shirt a bit to see a gaping wound in my stomach. “No, no you aren’t come on let’s get you some help” Bruce said grabbing my hand dragging me towards the ambulance that vance sat in, a blanket wrapped around him as the emt worked on a few of Vance’s wounds some recent some old, some major some minor. But he definitely needed hospitalization from the look of a large infected wound on the side of his torso. “She’s bleeding do you think you can fix her up?” Bruce asked. The emt turned around and nodded “one second sit right there kiddo” he said. I nodded and took a seat next to vance while Bruce took a seat on the concrete. Staring up at me concern still lingered over him. The emt dabbed at Vance’s wound before saying. “We’re probably gonna need to take you to the hospital don’t think we can treat it here” before taking a large enough bandage and covering it so it wouldn’t get worse. Then he turned to me. “We’re ya bleeding from kid?” The emt was younger probably in his mid twenties. He had blonde neatly styled hair and brown eyes. I lifted up my shirt to reveal the wound. The emt sighed before grabbing the alcohol wipes and wiping the left over blood from the wound. I winced and squeezed as eyes shut as the alcohol entered my wound.

“Mom?”

I looked over to see vance staring up at a lady. Same blonde hair and blue eyes so I knew it was his mom. She had tears in her eyes as vance stood up and ran to her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly hugging him. “Vance, oh my god. I thought you were gone” she said as she cradled his face in her hands. “I missed you momma” he whispered to her.

“We won’t be able to treat this here kid we’re gonna have to take you to the hospital”

“C-can I come with her?” Bruce said standing up. “Sorry kid you can’t only parents or guardians.”

I sat in my hospital room. Bruce laid on the couch while I stared up at the tv watching the news. I few knocks on the door pulled me out of my trance. “Come in?” I said assuming that it was a nurse coming to check on me, since I did have some blood loss. I heard the door open as I turned my head back towards the tv. The police had tried to contact my mom but all they got was my stepdad telling them she was supposed to be here. They wouldn’t tell me what they found in the basement across the street either. “Hey” I turned my head to see Vance. He was showered now and dressed in new clean clothes. “Hey” I whispered as he walked towards me. He pointed towards the spot next to me and I nodded scooting over so he could sit. He climbed up onto the bed and sat next to me. “So weres you mom?” I asked, “she’s out in the waiting room passed out” he whispered laughing lightly. I smiled to myself, he was even more prettier all cleaned up no blood, or dirt. “Did they get a hold of yours?” He asked. I shook my head staring down at my hands. “Just my stepdad.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes taking in the weird feeling of not having to worry anymore. Being with each other but not having that underlying dread of not making it out. “Hey Vance” I whispered, I don’t know why but I just randomly had the guts to tell him. Tell him I liked him even when I wasn’t even certain that I did. “Hm?” He hummed “I have something to tell you but don’t be mad at me ok?”

He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at me. “I’m not fucking promising anything” he said. I sighed as I stared at my jittery hands. “Just fucking say it” I nodded and looked up at him. “I think I like you” he stared at me eyes widened, my breath hitched as I squeezed my eyes shut. I fucked up.

“No, no-no you can’t” he whispered.

“What?” My eyebrows furrowed, my voice laced with confusion. “You can’t like me you just can’t.”

“If you don’t like me its f-“

“It’s not that I don’t fucking like you” he said as he scooted away from me. “It’s just that you can’t, I’m me. What if I hurt you”.

“You’re not a monster vance” I whispered as I took his hands in mine. “Everyone in this town thinks I am” he muttered as tears filled his eyes. “I-I’m just a kid, and everyday, everytime I walk by anyone they flinch or walk faster”

“I’m violent y/n, I’ve almost killed people”

“I don’t care!”

“Dammit I just can’t I’m sorry y/n”

“I’m- I’m gonna go” he whispered before I felt him stand up. I quickly grabbed his arm pulling him back down. “Y-“ I hugged him, my arms tightened around him as tears fell down my cheeks. He pushed me off of him

“I told you! I fucking can’t!”

3rd pov

Vance hated himself, the moment that door slammed shut he knew he fucked up. She liked him, she actually liked him and he threw it away, because he thought he wasn’t worthy of her love. But someone finally loved him. Finally someone loved him for him other than his mother. No girl not even a boy liked him for him. But he just showed her how much of an asshole he was by pushing her away, shouting at her.

He sighed as he squeezed his eyes shut letting tears fall down his cheeks. Why was he him, why couldn’t he be someone else why couldn’t he be like Bruce. She definitely didn’t like him now.

Y/n cried and cried. She kept contemplating why she was letting a stupid boy upset her like this, why she let Vance hopper upset her. She used to be scared of him but now she hated him.

Vance wanted to go back into her room, apologize, hug her back. Tell her he liked her too. But would she even accept his apology. Maybe. That’s what motivated him to turn around and go back in. He pushed the door open to see y/n now curled up turned towards the opposite direction. Quiet sniffles and sobs coming from her. He slowly walked over and sat down. Y/n turned as she felt the bed dip. She furrowed her eyebrows as she saw it was vance. “Why are you-you back?” She whispered. “I’m sorry” he replied. Y/n huffed and rolled her eyes before pulling her blanket over her body a bit more. “I just I thought that I didn’t deserve you, and I guess I-I proved it by yelling at you” he whispered. “You don’t have to forgive me, you don’t even have to like me anymore. I’m a fucking asshole.” Y/n reached out from under the blanket and grabbed his hand. He turned around furrowing his eyebrows. She tugged on his arm until he laid down next to her. She took one of her hands and placed it onto his cheek before pressing her lips to his. It was weird the past week had been full of negative thoughts, emotions, events. But somehow she felt happy, happy in his arms. This just felt right “I forgive you” she whispered pulling away before pressing her lips back against his.

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