#she's a devil and i already danced the tango | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hoosurdaddy · 1 year

Text

Chapter 3.

Pairing: Post Covid!Stan Marsh x Reader, Post Covid!Kenny McCormick x Reader.

Triggers: 18+, cheating, smut, talk of lube, gaslighting. Reader is married to Stan. Can someone please give me something else to do with Stan rather than him always being a sweetheart??

Kenny's couch was warm and fuzzy as you both laid in the bed, touching and teasing each other. It was a magical, romantic night between you two. Kenny even dared called this a 'date; but when you knocked on his door. Since Kenny had dismissed everyone back in the lab to go home early. You had no idea a bed could feel this heavenly, especially as Kenny rubbed your shirtless back. It was hard being married and having a bit on the side.

Kenny's hands rubbed your back, playing with the strap of your bra, running his finger under the strap but you quickly pulled it back up. Kenny so often pulled away from your intoxicated kisses to breathe before going back in again. Your knees teasingly brushed against his but your hair was moved to the side to expose your bare back.

His hands moved down to your stomach as you get settled. Kenny used to miss having Karen running around the place but now he couldn't be more careful that she was off at college. He had planned to take you upstairs and finally get things going. It started off with glances across the smoking area, blowing kisses to each-other in the club, arm touching at work. It was embarrassing. But now, Kenny was addicted to your taste. There was no going back from this.

"Get back here, you." Kenny pulled you to his chest, like he hadn't had your body pressed against him twenty seconds ago. His hands reached up to grab your face to pull you into an eager kiss, until you read your phone notification going off. You glanced at the table to see it read '9:50' across your lockscreen.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh." You muttered as you quickly sat up and began looking for your shirt, nearly slipping on his wooden floor. Kenny looked confused as he checked his watch. "What? do you have company over?"

"No I was suppose to be back for 10 for date night with Stan."

Kenny followed you around the living room as you searched for your clothes. You found your vest but where was your top? shit where was your top?

"My top, Ken. Where is it?"

Kenny shrugged as he watched. He knew he was the one that dragged you into this mess, but it started to piss him greatly now. Kenny knew he could never have you completely. Yes, it was fun and thrilling at first but now; it was starting to wear off. Kenny was now starting to feel guilty for his best friend.

Kenny wanted to give you an ultimatum, but stopped himself.

"I'll find it later. I'll give it back to you later." Kenny sighed defeated. You could tell by his eyes as you leaned up and kissed the side of his mouth. "I really had a great time, Ken."

"Then stay." Kenny whined. "Tell him Heidi needed you or something."

You shook your head with a frown. "I can't, ken. I already promised him we'd do something together."

"And when you got married you promised till death do you part."

It didn't make your heart feel anymore better when you pulled away to see how sad Kenny looked. It wasn't like you didn't care for Kenny, you did. But you and Stan went deeper then that, you were married for god sake.

"You don't know me and Stan's relations-"

“I know he must not satisy you." Kenny started without thinking. "Or make you happy. I know for a fact when you kiss me, you're lying to yourself that you do-"

“You kissed me."

“You kissed me back.”Kenny was not about to solely take the fall on this. It took two to tango and both were definitely doing the devils dance now. "I know you want to be with me. You and Stan, okay? It's just cause you're comfortable. I know we would be ama-"

“I love Stan."

“You sure? Because two seconds ago you were shoving your tits into my face,"

"Ken, I'm not talking about this now." You quickly threw your hair up and walked out of the door of the living room. Kenny followed, opening his front door, but stopped you before you went to walk out. "If you didn't marry Stan, would we be together?"

"I need to go." You replied as you rushed out of the house.You now had five minutes to make it home.

"I'm so sorry I'm late." You shouted as you ran through the house, expecting Stan to be anger, but instead he sat in the living room with two wine glasses, Torres Natureo rosé (alcohol free), and few chocolate bars on the table. He rose from the couch, shaking his head as he walked over and planted a kiss onto your cheek. "It's okay, hun." Stan smiled. "Your parents were over earlier. They invited us for dinner on Sunday. Your father wants to show you his new garden. He even has a fountain."

Your parents and Stan got along like a house on fire. They welcomed him with open arms when Stan came over in highschool for a project, and even predicted that the two of you would start dating, they were right. Stan and your father especially got along. Your father provided Stan with some sense of stability when his was acting crazy and erratic. "Where's your top?" Stan asked when you pulled off your jumper to reveal your vest.

shit. shit. shit.

"Long story." You chuckled nervously, doing your best to lie on the spot. "Me and Butters had lunch today, and he accidentally spilled coffee on my shirt and stained.. Kenny didn't want a law suit or something, so the company is getting it dried."

Stan quickly inspected your body out encase there was any burns from Butter's coffee spill, sighing when there was no burns. "Thank God you're okay. What an asshole."

To divert the conversation from work, you gestured over to the table. "What is this?" You asked to which Stan clapped his hands together and moved over to grab the two glasses. "You never gave me an answer about what you wanted to do for date night so I figured we can watch a movie, drink wine, and eat a few bars in bed?"

You nodded happily, helping Stan bring the items up to your bedrooms, and settled into bed for the night. "How is Kenny?" Stan asked as he opened the alcohol free wine, pouring you a glass. You shrugged as you watched the glass fill. "He's okay," You weren't lying. Not even an hour ago, Kenny was teasing your neck with harsh kisses and rubbing your shoulders. "Hard being a CEO, I guess he's stressed out."

"If I didn't know any better, I would think Kenny had a crush on you." Stan came out all of a sudden, his eyes not leaving his own glass at he was topping up then at the TV, which was current blank, but Stan was only staring at your reflection. Your lips were pursed with a confused look. Stan never knew the signs until Cartman pointed it out to him last week. Even in high school, Kenny was always offering to bring you home in his truck. He used to watch Kenny staring at you in your cheer uniform from the belchers. Kenny lingering at your locker until he came up and made some excuse to leave. Even at the school reunion, how Kenny was laughing a little too hard at everything you said, even if it wasn't funny, or when he was constantly asking you go for a smoke when neither of you smoked. It wasn't until Cartman pointed it out.

But Stan couldn't tell you to quit your job cause someone had a crush on you? That would be silly. At least, he could make you aware and get a little reassurance. But again, another part of Stan told him that Cartman was just stirring up unnecessary drama cause he was bored.

You reached over to cup Stan's hands in yours, giving him a small smile. "No, he doesn't. He has a crush on Tammy Dalton, you know, the second in command? He's always liked submissive girls, and since when have I been submissive?" Stan couldn't help but snort a laugh as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to let you rest your head on his chest and finally relax after a hard time.

Stan turned on the movie 'Step Brothers,' even though he was still a bit unsure, he stopped talking about it, and just watched the movie, while enjoying his glass of wine. Stan would rather be reincarnated back onto the farm and have his soul stay there forever, than find out if his best friend had a crush on his wife. He could see Kenny's stupid smirk as he stroked your arm. Stan furrowed his eyebrow at his fake fantasy, even though he was the one stroking your arm right now.

You had both watched Step Brothers before, it was a classic. Until Stan's hand wandered down to your chest, under your shirt and bra until he pulled it off completely. With the movie still going on in the background, you straddled Stan's waist who didn't waste time taking off his pyjamas top. In between kisses, you two ripped each-others pyjamas off, letting them sit on the floor. Stan flipped you onto your back, smiling at your giggle of surprise. This is what Kenny will never have. You.

With Stan ontop, he watched yours hands move down towards his boxer, removing them swiftly to hear them land on the floor. Stan closed his eyes in pleasure at the feeling of your hand stroking his cock. You leaned up, pressing a few kisses onto Stan's chest.

"Oh Kenny." You whispered into one particular kiss. Usually Stan moaned and begged you to stop teasing him, but instead he pushed himself off you, staring at you with a mixture of anger and confusion. You hadn't realized your mistake. "What?"

"Did you call me Kenny?" Stan snapped at your betrayal. "You moaned oh Kenny."

You quickly shook your head, trying to think of any excuse to try calm your husband down. "You didn't let me finish Stan! I was trying to say Any lube? Any, any, any. You got up to quickly before I could finish."

Stan was letting up anytime soon. He was just staring at you with his hands in a fist. You sat up on the bed, not breaking eye contact and reached your hand out for Stan, who resiliently placed his hand in yours. He was shaking even though he was warm. You ran your thumb over his wedding ring. "Stan I promise you. I said any? but you got up too quickly before I could finish." You frowned. "Ever since we went out last week, you've been acting strange.. is everything okay?"

Stan, eventually, sat down on the bed beside you, moving his hand to pull you into his side to hug you. Stan rubbed your hair. You could hear his heart beating at an alarming rate you were surprised that Stan hadn't already had a heart attack. He stayed silently, his mind replaying the scene over and over, until he said in a quiet voice; "I just.. I just thought I heard."

You cupped Stan's face, forcing him to look at you. "Never Stan.. I only love you."

Hey, you were half-telling the truth, and it was the most Stan was ever going to get from you.

#post covid!stan marsh x reader #post covid!south park #post covid!Stan Marsh #Post covid!Kenny McCormick #Post Covid!Kenny McCormick x reader #post covid!kenny mccormick smut #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #south park x reader #traitor series

99 notes · View notes

carminavulcana · 1 year

Note

Hi.

If you're still accepting prompts for micro ficlets, I wish to request one.

Number 33. Saccharine (Curious to read you turn this into an angst fest.)

33. Saccharine, Bheem and Jenny

Romance, of the variety that she and her girlfriends had often discussed and read about in books, was a saccharine affair. The flowers, the sweets, the expensive custom-made jewels, the glamourous and gay parties, the dances— the quadrille and the swing and the tango and the waltz— all spoke of a womanhood that was expected to be coy and convivial. Anger did not become women. Arrogance was the antithesis of feminine charm. Ego and independence were an affront to desirable marriage prospects. Jenny had learnt through the years that she would be the saccharine in her husband's— whoever it would be— otherwise aggressive, bitter world. And she would be his comely, deferent bride, always ready to offer him a warm meal and a warm bed after the trials of his tiresome day.

Life's lessons had not prepared her for a life with Bheem. And yet, it came to her as naturally as breathing.

In Adilabad, in her few short weeks with him, she had understood that while Indian womanhood had its own challenges, the tribe of her beloved was a safe haven; a place of growth and self-discovery. In less than ten days, she had been taught the ways of the forest. She knew now to clean and bandage wounds in a pinch; mostly because Bheem could not bear to bare himself to his tribesmen. The pity in the eyes of Malli and peddayya, Lacchu and Jangu was already too much for him. So it had fallen upon Jenny to turn into his healer. She now also knew how to catch, clean, and cook fish under less than an hour. Her male cousins had never taken her fishing with them; because in England, girls didn't go fishing. However, here, she was expected to learn how to provide for herself and others around her in any situation. Fishing was a life skill in Adilabad, not a leisure activity.

On the question of survival, she was now being taught the use of weapons. Sweet, genial, proper— good British girls of the upper classes would never be taught to use a simple handgun, let alone a rifle used in the Great War. But Bheem was teaching her.

"Killing is not our way," he instructed her. "But if it is a choice between yourself and your adversary, you must do what is necessary."

Her hands trembled as she accepted the rifle. Its sleek surfaces were dented in places. In each dent, she imagined, were stories of unspoken horrors witnessed and suffered in the cold trenches of France and Germany and Austria. But now, this rifle was to be her insurance against a devil she had never heard of before; the Nizamate's brutal police. She steeled her nerves and learned to use it. For herself and for Him.

Jenny would always be a British girl. The quadrille would never be forgotten by her feet. However, her fingers were now those of a richer, more complex woman. She would build the sweetest home for Bheem in her heart. But she would not be his saccharine woman.

She was going to be the salt of his earth.

Taglist-

@ronaldofandom @vidhurvrika @yehsahihai @veteran-fanperson @stanleykubricks @fangirlshrewt97 @ladydarkey @boochhaan @jjwolfesworld @voidsteffy @meastradeur @teddybat24 @ronika-writes-stuff @ssabriel @milla984 @annieginny @detectivejigsawpines @nisreenart

#rrr fics #rrr microfic #rrr fandom #rrr fanfic #komaram bheem #jenny buxton #bheemjenny #bheem rrr

40 notes · View notes

ikeromantic · 10 months

Text

Dancing with the Devil

Lucifer takes Jenn to the mortal world for a date. This story follows Bedeviled Feelings and is a commission featuring the OC Jennifer. Shared with permission of the requestor. Approx. 1500 words

Lucifer felt quite satisfied with himself. He watched Jenn’s expression light up as she ran to the window to look out at the city below them. They were in the pent-house suite at the best hotel in the city, and the view was breathtaking. He had a soft spot for beauty in the mortal world, but it was Jenn’s reaction that made it worthwhile.

“Better than riding lessons?” He came up to stand beside her, and slipped an arm around her shoulders.

Jenn gave him a teasing look. “Mmmm, I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.” She looked back out the window with a pleased sigh. “It will be nice to have the whole weekend with just the two of us. Barring any Devildom emergencies.”

Lucifer thought back to Mammon’s face when he’d told him what would happen should any of his brothers cause a problem over the next few days. “I don’t think anyone will bother us.”

She laughed. “Good. Because I plan on enjoying room service, the giant tub, and that huge bed. Seriously, I could fit three of you in there! This whole room is sized for orgies.”

“You couldn’t handle three of me.” He nipped her neck. “And I’m not sharing you so no orgies.”

Jenn pretended a pout. “So it’ll be just the two of us in all this space for three whole days?”

“Not quite.” Lucifer grinned. “Tomorrow night, we’re going dancing.”

Her expression was not quite the joy and excitement he’d hoped for. “Dancing?” An eyebrow went up. “Do we have to?”

“Yes.” He turned her to face him. “You will enjoy it. I promise. I am a very good dancer.”

“Pffft.” She frowned. “Dancing is stupid. I’d rather go shopping. Or just watch tv.”

Lucifer felt a flicker of annoyance for a heartbeat. He’d arranged a private club and a world-renowned DJ, he’d picked out a dress, set up catering . . . and she’d been more excited to go riding with Mephistopheles. Then he realized she was hiding something.

“Jenn. Do you not know how to dance?”

She gave him a hard look. “Of course I know how. I practice Capoeira and that’s a dance. I’ve been clubbing before!”

He smirked, slipping a finger under her chin. “Ballroom dancing, Jenn. Have you ever waltzed? Danced tango? Salsa?” He shifted his hips.

“No.” Jenn met his gaze reluctantly.

“Don’t you want to try something new? Learn something you don’t already know?”

She blinked. “I - Luci, I don’t want to look like an idiot. Worse, in front of you! I’ll just step on your feet and fall over myself and - I don’t know . . .”

He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. It was a struggle not to do more. But he prided himself on control and on always knowing what Jenn needed from him. “You never look like an idiot to me.” He stroked her hair. ��But if you really don’t want to -”

“No. Wait. I . . . it could be fun. You just have to promise not to laugh, ok?”

Lucifer kissed her again. “Only with you, never at you.” He could understand her desire. It was his very own sin, after all.

Jenn kissed him back and after that, there weren’t a lot of words. It turned out the giant bed was exactly the right size for just the two of them though it squeaked fiercely at points. A sort of auditory ‘do not disturb’ sign for staff.

The next day, the couple left the hotel, feeling smug and satisfied. They arrived at the club Lucifer reserved and stepped inside. The DJ wouldn’t arrive for hours and they had the place to themselves. Lots of time for Lucifer to teach her the basics.

He went and set up the music while she wandered around the building, laughing at the mirrored ceilings and hanging cages. “This place must be wild when it’s open.”

“I suppose. I chose it for the name.” He pointed to the writing over the top of the bar, gold neon lights against a black background. ‘Lucifer’s’

Jenn grinned. “Does that make you part owner?”

“I hope not. I would never hear the end of it from Mammon and Levi.” He clicked play on the list of songs he’d chosen for them. All safe for human ears. Music sounded from the hidden speakers all around them.

Lucifer walked to the dance floor, a ridiculous set of glass blocks with what looked like fire beneath them. He held out his hand. “Come, my love.”

She came, though she looked as if she might be having second thoughts.

He took her hand and pulled her into position. “Chest up. Hips tucked.” Lucifer looked her over, and gently pushed her shoulders down and back. “There. Now.” He whispered a charm for grace as his hands settled on her. Then, with a smile he led her through the steps of a basic waltz, moving slowly and with the confidence of a long-time dancer.

Jenn was tense at first, her body stiff. But as the song played on and she didn’t not stutter or fall, she began to relax into it and even enjoy it. “This isn’t so hard.”

“Is that so?” He changed the steps as the next song came on, a faster beat with a more complex set of quick motions. The charm kept her in time with him and she laughed with joy.

By the time the charm wore off, she was picking up skill and genuinely enjoying herself. Lucifer spun her, tossed her, and then caught her in a dip. As she came back up, she stepped badly and fell into him. He fell back, tripping over the tangle of her feet with his. He landed on the dancefloor with her sprawled atop him.

Jenn’s face was flushed with exertion and embarrassment. “I knew I’d end up falling. I’m sorry.” She looked like she might cry. “We were having so much fun and I just . . . I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I stepped.”

“It’s fine.”

“Sure. I bet you land on your ass every time you dance.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just not good at this.” She started to get up, but he grabbed her hand to keep her there.

“It is a skill, and like most skills, you must practice. For this being your first time, you did well. Very well.” Lucifer gave her an almost-smile. “Do not take my praise lightly.”

Jenn sighed and slumped against him. “And I suppose that was all me and had nothing to do with the charm you cast at the start?”

He hadn’t expected her to notice that. “It appears I’ll have to try harder to bespell you in future.”

She laughed. “I guess you need to practice that skill, hm?”

Lucifer grinned. “Perhaps. Now, we best get up or the DJ will walk in on us practicing an entirely different kind of dance.”

“The horizontal mamba?” She smirked and wiggled her hips. “The titty tango?”

He gave her a warning look. It wasn’t part of his evening plan to make love on the floor of the club, but plans could change.

“Fine, fine.” She sighed and then stood up. “If the DJ is coming, shouldn’t I go get ready?”

“We both should. There are dressing rooms in the VIP lounge. And champagne. I wasn’t sure what you liked.” He paused at the admission that there was anything about her he didn’t know.

Jenn grinned. “Let a lady keep some mystery, hm?” Then she sauntered off with a spicy last look tossed over her shoulder.

Lucifer decided to let it go for now. He would get the information from her later, when she was in a more vulnerable position. Preferably tied. Splayed on his bed. Desperate from his teasing touch . . . he swallowed, feeling suddenly a bit too warm. His clothes just a touch too tight. Dancing. They were here for dancing. There would be more than enough time later to sate his other desires.

He changed his own clothes with a spell, turning them into a human world tuxedo. He could never understand why mortals felt the need to have nine parts to what should have been a simple suit. Nevertheless, he thought he looked rather good in it.

Not as good as Jenn did when she came out of the dressing room though. The gown he’d commissioned came to her mid thigh, ruffles shifting and moving as she walked, a bit of lace peeking from the edge. The top clung to her breasts as if molded to them, the thin silk showing every inch of the skin it covered. And the colors were perfect for her. A light mist-blue at the top that sank into midnight hues at the bottom, with a smattering of tiny rain-drop gems that caught the light.

She was breathtaking and she knew it. He could see the pride and pleasure in her gaze as she enjoyed his hungry look. “So . . . are you going to take me out dancing?”

“It would be my pleasure.” He handed her a glass of champagne.

“Even if I fall and take you down with me again?”

Lucifer’s eyes burned with an unholy love. “There is no one else I’d rather fall beside.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

7 notes · View notes

bapydemonprincess · 1 year

Note

56. “Haha,I love to see your reaction. You're such a fun tease,” for Sebagrelle? 🖤❤️

"Oh, look, look! How she dances, how she weaves, like the lightest ballerina on the stage~ Centuries in the making, my sweet little black feathered dove!"

Grelle was singing and crooning and she as Sebastian Michaelis "danced" about each other, the Governess sneering as she tried to constantly avoid the reaper but also find a good spot to aim and throw her sharp little butter knives at the excitable Death Goddess.

"Come closer, sweet devil, so we can turn this into a tango!"

Of course, though the other woman had remained stubbornly vigilant in remaining silent as the grave so far, she could not, for the death of her, stop her pale little visage from flushing at all the commentary this reaper kept spitting out!

But not only that, the demon's eyes seemed to brighten further, and her little thin lips reared back into an angry snarl, those little fangs of hers revealing themselves.

"Oh ho, I love to see your reactions, mon chéri! You're such a fun tease!" Grelle howled.

And that seemed to be the final straw.

With a blur of swift darkness, Grelle Sutcliff found her wrists wound up, and her whole body slammed into the side of a brick building in an alleyway.

"I'm the tease?" A voice snarled as a shadowed figure marched into the alley after her.

Grelle knew this was still, in fact, the little governess Sebastian, but .....oh... She'd NEVER seen the demon actually.. looking like a demon!

"Yes, sweet thing, you've certainly held out up till this point! What finally cut your last chord, hmm?"

Despite the reaper's circumstances she she couldn't help herself.

"Was it my digs at your height? I could understand that much, really, or was it my take on your attitude, eh? You are, for all intents and purposes, welcome to change my tune, little Bassy."

But the shadow of pure darkness still just stood there, just glaring at the reaper pinned to the wall, red ruby eyes glaring with so much .. anger.

Or so the reaper thought.

"You do nothing but keep throwing out all these words. You should be trying to FIGHT me, HURT me, considering I AM your sworn enemy, Grelle Sutcliff!"

"Ahh," Grelle responded, as though realizing what was really going on right now.

The poor little devil was confused!

It.. made sense, though. The demon was likely used to most human kind screaming and running or attacking and shouting nasty things at her.

Grelle chuckled over this whole ordeal, and sighed.

"Oh darling, if I considered you really my "sworn enemy", you would most definitely already be dead by my scythe... demon or not."

The shadows began to slowly slink away from the figure of the Governess, as her paler features behind the inky blackness.. flushed.. and her crimson eyes grew wide in bewilderment.

"You.. You truly believe that. You are so self assured, even in.. your current position..."

Grelle scoffed and lowered her eyelids.

"Please, I've seen worse," She uttered, even as she was still most assuredly pressed firmly into this wall with this foreign darkness of a being her kind were sworn to fight off.

And she looked straight into the demon's eyes as she said it.

Sebastian practically felt her answer, like a pure open confession of the most honest to God, unbridled words a human had ever let loose.

And before a demon.

Lips trembling against her will, the Governess shot up to the reaper to grab her face, and kiss her.

Mouth open, teeth bared, she seemed angry as she kissed the other.

And yet, as Grelle's lips curled as she could not hold back grinning in triumph any longer while returning the kiss, once again pallid cheeks went rosy.

And then the dark grip against her was gone.

As well as the demon, who'd fled the scene faster than the reaper could see.

But as she stumbled out of the alleyway, touching her bruised red lips, licking off the remnants of blood from tiny fangs biting in.

The Death Goddess felt triumphant.

#kurositsuji #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #sebastian michaelis #sebagrelle #sebagrell #fembastian #governess sebastian #My writing #I hope you enjoy this friend I really just went with my gut and made it up as it came to me #🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

8 notes · View notes

mariawesker2 · 1 month

Text

Fiona decided to give Franky a treat via asking him to go to her room after he's finished with his drink he asked why he should do that. Fiona: I'll give you a treat if you catch my drift before he can decline in front of him & Loid & Fiona's eyes portal open in front of them stands a 15 y/o boy with lavender hair and black eyes James: the place where after my mom forced my dad to enter her room she gave him an exotic dance show and injected hormonal stuff that made him act like a beast I was created via the Devil's tango wait afterwards my mom got in contact with old witchcraft teacher who aged my dad down to be in 22 and her to 21 Frankie excuse me what the f*** Fiona I haven't done it yet but well James sure looks like you with only my hair color he's adorable Frankie yeah and after his birth I don't know why I'm acting me at the moment I'm gonna continue drinking my drink Fiona had already left with James James Anya was really shorter than I was when I'm her age on your forger excuse me who the isolated don't you dare do that stuff about it also I'm gonna go swimming you don't mind playing with Anya right James oh no problem ( I should write a bunch of short stories now for thanks to this creator for giving me inspiration also BTW sorry for the Creator but I can't find that thing where I can tag you

0 notes

adeptiiii · 1 year

Text

The Devil's Tango: The Unkillable Man.

Before you read: This novel centers around "the devil's tango", therefore there will be lots of implied smut. This series will NOT include smut.

Includes lots of dark themes, read at your own discretion.

Word count: 4.5k

The weather was frigid. Sounds of pattering were heard throughout the city. Car lights illuminated the gleaming skyscrapers, their tires making patterns in the puddles.

Citizens of different races and species, some with animalistic traits, others with supernatural powers. They walked along the road with their umbrella's opened to protect themselves against the rain.

Unbeknownst to them, somewhere along the city line, someone's life is on the line.

"Did we lose her!?" A man exclaimed.

"I…I think we did! I think we did!" His partner celebrated, panting as he clutched the steering wheel with adrenaline rushing through his veins. He pressed his foot onto the gas pedal, speeding up at a steady pace. Their car sputtered and bounced but it didn't matter right now. They had just escaped the jaws of death.

Or so they thought.

A tall, broad figure emerged from a side alleyway, clutching her hat in her hands. She pulled her gun out of her thigh's holster, aiming it directly at the driver's head. She quickly pulled the trigger, the deafening bang louder than the car's engine.

The driver slumped forward, the car now unmanned and despite its rate of speed, the hitwoman only walked forward. She rolled her right sleeve up and slammed it onto the bumper of the oncoming car, halting it immediately.

The woman before him wore a fedora. It was tilted at an angle, and her short and messy ebony hair fell over her face. Her menacing gold irises were clearly visible in the dimly lit area. She had a very strong build, her broad back and muscular arms would be intimidating to anyone smaller than her. Her coat flew in the cold night's breeze, the luxurious vest being exposed. A gold chain connected one end of the vest to the other, swaying with every step she took.

The passenger was flinged back into his chair at the impact and he stared wide-eyed at the woman in front of him. She was completely human, how the hell did she stop a car with just her damn arm?

But his train of thoughts were broken when she rounded the corner, her oversized trench coat flying behind her at the sharp movement.

With the passenger's window already broken, all she had to do was aim her firearm straight at him and pull the trigger.

Bang!

She heaved a sigh, correcting her hand-crafted fedora, before walking as fast as she could, away from the crime scene.

Relishing in the empty street, she pulled the ear plugs out and stuffed them into her coat's pockets. She gazed at her exposed right arm, black scales littering her skin. They never caused her pain, just an unbearable itch.

One by one, she plucked the scales out, keeping it in a different pocket to dispose later. She wasn't completely human. She had blood of the strongest species in the world; dragon blood.

She then pulled out her handphone, cracks evident on the screen. Her fingers danced on the bright screen, the light shining on her tensed face.

Tapping on a contact she was much too familiar with, she pressed 'Call.'

The name read "Fuzanglong." He was her boss, and the king of the region. He was one of the 9 Dragon Kings, the ruling gods of earth. He had all the treasure in the world locked just beneath his golden throne, guarding it with an iron fist.

After some ringing, he finally picked up. Despite his status and wealth, he greeted her with warmth. As if she was his daughter.

"Hex! My dear, how are you?"

Hex groaned inwardly, rolling her eyes. "I'm fine. I got those hooligans, what's the reward this time?"

"Your reward? Ah, I've got it right here. You can collect it right now! So-" He chirped, hearing the faint sound of a lighter being flicked.

"Okay. Thanks, Boss." Hex replied quickly, cutting him off and ending the call, much to Fuzanglong's dismay.

Hex puts her phone back into her pocket and holds a cigarette between her fingers. She inhaled the toxic fumes, feeling her body release all the pent up tension she had been holding in.

Hex looked up to the night sky, although no stars were visible, the city's lights made the sky shine. She'd known this city for as long as she could remember, and it was increasing in wealth by the minute.

Hex would admit that she was lucky to be born in one of the safest cities in comparison to the others. Despite being a hitman herself, Hex found comfort in such a wealthy and safe environment.

Fuzanglong's rule was not to be messed with, especially with how much power he had as the 4th brother.

The clacking of her shoes resonated throughout the road as she walked back home; Fuzanglong's home.

Hex walked up the short flight of stairs before the main entrance, the guards gracefully letting her through. The inside of the manor was more abundant than the entire city combined.

The walls were decorated with sculptures and murals of the Dragon King inside. All were made with pure gold. The art was immaculate, made with precision and care.

A large chandelier hung from the ceiling. The design was oriental, and the light was gleaming. It lit up the room and acted as the final touch.

From the main entrance leading to the center of the octagon-shaped room stood a throne resting atop several meters of octagonal hard steel. Fuzanglong's pure dragonic head was embedded into the steel, his teeth bare and his eyes terrifying enough to put any visitor in fear. All this, however, could not represent the real Dragon King who resided within its walls.

"My dear! Are you tired? I've gotten the maids to prepare a special bath for you. Thank you so much for doing that mission so swiftly!" Fuzanglong chirped, almost running up to Hex. As compared to his brothers, Fuzanglong would be the gentlest and kindest by far.

Fuzanglong's appearance would be described as unreal to others. He had sharp features; his eyes were pointed, his irises a crimson color with carmine eyeliner to compliment, his sharp nose and warm smile only accentuated it further. His long, uneven, black and vermillion tipped bangs decorated his dark, charcoal skin. Resting atop his head were two, long ruby horns. His long tail slowly wagged behind him, it was well groomed and delicately taken care of. Fuzanglong had a lean build yet wore tight clothing to discreetly show off his toned arms. He adorned himself with a long black coat, tied with a belt to hint at his slight curve. To match, he wore a blood-red shirt, the buttons proper with a black tie nested on top. Wearing crimson business pants and business shoes, he stood in front of Hex.

He stood a mere 5"8 compared to Hex's 6"2 height. On surface level, Hex would be able to defeat Fuzanglong in one fell swoop with how much muscle she had.

It wasn't that Fuzanglong was naturally this small, he had chosen this form as a way to connect with his citizens better. In reality, he could rest upon 3 mountains as if it were a bed.

Hex looked to the side with a frown plastered on her face, a low grumble emanating from her throat.

"Thank you."

Fuzanglong smiled warmly at her, "I hope you don't mind, but after your bath could you meet me in the living room? This one is urgent." He explained, his hands clasped.

To which Hex responded with a curt, "Okay."

"Great! Please, would you show my dear, Hex, the way?" He kindly asked the maids, waving goodbye to Hex as she was escorted away.

Hex relaxed in the warm tub, breathing in the strong lavender smell. She looked outside the window, watching the citizens below go about their day, the manor was as tall; or even taller than a skyscraper.

Hex could be considered infamous amongst the gangsters in different regions. She even had one Dragon King as her best friend and street racing partner. However, they had not met for many years. Hex would go far and wide just to complete her task and get the reward money. That's all that mattered to her.

Outside of tasks, she was ill-tempered, grumbly, and brusque. But when she clicked her mind into it, she was focused, determined and courageous. It made her an invaluable asset to Fuzanglong.

Hex groaned, sinking into the tub, her nose just above the water. The bathtub was the perfect fit for her, as Fuzanglong had it made just for her.

As she was drifting off into dreamland, a voice called out to her.

"Miss? You've been in there for nearly 2 hours, are you alright?" It was one of the maids.

Hex quickly shot up, almost stuttering at both the voice and how long she had been in the tub. "Uh…Yeah, I'm alright."

Hex cursed under her breath and got out of the tub with care, her jet black hair covering her eyes. She wrapped a towel around her body and opened the sliding bocote doors.

Outside were a couple chambermaids, ready and waiting with a set of garments for her to wear. Hex dismissed them with a wave of her hand and they walked out with poise.

Hex hurriedly put on the outfit and accessories. Fuzanglong had picked for her a striped suit and a white shirt, the cutting just big enough for her size. Alongside the clothing was a metal-strapped watch, a set of thick rings, and a silver necklace.

She grabbed her fedora off the bedside lamp and opened her bedside drawer, putting on her choice of jewelry alongside the already picked ones. She rummaged further, grabbing her gun and holster, strapping it around her thigh. Hex picked up the rest of her essential items off the bedsheets and placed them in her pockets.

"You can never be too ready." She thought to herself.

Hex exited her room, closing the door behind her and pressing the elevator buttons, waiting patiently. She shrugged, loosening her posture and huffing, getting ready to meet the boss she had known since her pre-teens.

Fuzanglong sat patiently on his plush couch, a glass of high-end wine in his slender fingers. He took a sip every so often, enjoying the sweet taste. In front of him, he had set a bottle and a whiskey glass just for Hex.

Even though he had been sitting there for 2 hours, time was never an issue to him. After all, he had been alive for so long that hours felt like minutes to him.

His head perked up when he saw a familiar figure approaching, and he motioned for her to sit down.

Hex sat down with a huff and helped herself to her favorite alcohol, scotch.

More time passed as Hex kept pouring herself several shots of the alcohol, drinking it as fast as she poured it.

Fuzanglong cleared his throat, watching Hex continuously drink the scotch without break. Hex was broken out of her drinking spree and looked back at Fuzanglong, clearing her throat as well.

"So, about the urgent matter…I've been getting continuous calls about a french celebrity who is apparently impossible to kill." Fuzanglong said, placing the files on the table, and Hex picked it up.

"They told me that he owes them a heavy debt, but he has been denying it to the point that they've sent at least a dozen hitmen." He explained further, taking the last sip out of his wine glass and setting it down gently.

"And he isn't dead yet?" Hex asks, wondering how the hell such a scrawny man is still alive after being threatened by several hitmen. She had seen the man before, in fact, she was a fan of his music. Hex used to listen to it whilst driving around and even wanted to attend a concert once. Too bad she wouldn't be able to attend anymore.

Fuzanglong leans back in his chair and massages his temples. "No. I didn't want to give you such a measly task but they've been bothering me for so long that I just have to give it to you."

Hex raises her brow, taking another shot. "So, why give it to me rather than the other hitmen scattered around the city?"

"They wouldn't allow me to give it to others. They wanted the brute of the city to deal with him." Fuzanglong replied.

The brute of the city. That was Hex's title in Fuzanglong's city of the wealthy.

Hex sighed, "Fine. I'll do it tonight."

Fuzanglong looked at her in shock. "Tonight? No, no, you've exerted yourself enough."

"I'm the brute, remember? It'll just be a shoot n' go." Hex reasoned. She was more than capable of handling something like this.

Fuzanglong contemplated for a while, rubbing his chin before finally agreeing half-heartedly. "Alright…He should be in his place of stay at this time of night. There is only one guard tonight. The other is on leave."

Hex nodded, then got up, putting down her shot glass. She tightened the holster wrapped around her thigh and covered it with her striped suit. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she whipped her head around.

Fuzanglong rubbed her shoulder, and looked at her with worry. "Be careful, okay?"

Hex replied with a hum, "I'll be back before you know it." She said, as she walked away and closed the manor's heavy doors behind her, leaving her boss behind in distress.

Hex leaned on the concrete wall that surrounded the luxurious home. If she could jump over the wall she'd have direct access to the back door. No one else was in the area, and she had parked her car nearby just in case.

It was a 2-floor bungalow, modern in design. Although it didn't have much decoration, it seemed very luxurious to live in.

Hex looked up at the wall huffing, mentally preparing herself for both the jump and the task. She leaped into the air and pushed herself over the wall in one swift move. She landed on her toes, looking around for the guard Fuzanglong warned her about.

He was standing to the left of the bungalow, facing towards the main street. He appeared to be half-awake, and he groggily scratched his gelled hair.

He didn't seem to notice the sound Hex had made when she landed. Although he started to get the feeling that someone was creeping behind him.

But his gut warned him too late, and a hand roughly grabbed the side of his face. His eyes quickly widened in fear. The hand gripped his hair hard and sent his defenseless head smashing into the bungalow's wall, knocking him out.

Hex gazed down at the slumped guard on the floor. He'd be out for a while, long enough for Hex to get her job done.

Hex walked around the corner, stopping at the main door. There wasn't a key on the guard, but she figured there must be at least an extra key.

Hex kicked the floor mat up and there it was. The extra key, in the most obvious spot possible. She sighed and picked it up, unlocking the door with a click.

The spacious house was dimly lit, the only light that brightened the lower floor came from upstairs, and Hex climbed her way up to the upper floor. She looked around the hallways with her gun firm in her hand, keeping her eyes and ears open for any kind of sound.

"Come to kill me?" A husky voice said, his thick french accent coating his every word. His words were like silk, and his voice was deep and melodious. He leaned on the doorframe to Hex's left, and she swiftly aims her gun at him. He looked at her in amusement through half-lidded eyes. A small smirk was plastered on his face, while his arms were crossed over his chest.

He was small in Hex's eyes. Thinner than Fuzanglong, and shorter by a couple inches. His long, luscious green to white hair fell over his exposed almond chest. His pointed ears twitched every so often, the silver earrings jingling quietly. Floral tattoos covered his left chest and extended down to his hand. Embedded, or rather, carved above his sternum were the letters "XOXO." He wore a fur bathrobe, it was undone halfway and fell to his shoulders. His emerald green orbs stared into Hex's gold ones. He squinted before pushing himself off the door frame.

"Come on, relax a little. Put the gun down." He said, tying the bathrobe's belt.

"Why should I?" Hex glared.

"Why so cautious? It is not like I am capable of anything dangerous." He said, smiling.

"Sure. You've evaded every single shot fired at you." Hex scoffs.

Patch laughed, before replying, "It is not that hard."

"How, you blackmail them or what?" Hex replies.

"No, I would never. I just have fun. Make a little bet, play a little game." He answers, fiddling with his hair. His emerald orbs hiding his mischievousness.

Hex clicked her tongue. "Well you're not gonna play a game with me." She replied, putting pressure on the trigger.

Suddenly, Patch walked in front of her, pushing the gun aside and put his face close to Hex's. Not enough to kiss, but enough to make her cheeks flush red.

"Why not? It can be fun." He said in a low whisper, smirking at her. Patch pushed Hex's ebony hair aside, revealing a scar on her right cheek. He looked into her eyes, scanning for some kind of answer.

Then he breathed in, and his eyes widened a little. "You have been drinking? You are quite bold to come here under influence." He asks, his hot breath fanning on her face.

Hex stuttered, unsure of what to do in such a position. "...Yeah." Was the least she could answer.

"Then why come here? You should have waited a little, right? Or are you a heavyweight…?" He questions, trying to rope Hex in. His eyesight trails down to her stomach, and if it weren't for the lighting, he would have seen Hex's face turn even redder. Patch silently admires the faint silhouette of abs underneath the white shirt and almost giggles to himself.

Hex shakes her head, snapping out of the trance he put her in. "Tsk, whatever you're trying to do, it won't work." She scoffs, turning her eyesight away from him. Unknowingly, she lowers her gun.

"It is just a suggestion. Do you want to play, or do you want to walk out of here with my blood on your hands?" Patch asked, and it should have been an easy answer for Hex. Either it was the alcohol in her veins, or just curiosity, she didn't know. But she wanted to know what kind of game he was going to play.

"You know…You are the first hitwoman I have encountered. You would really rather spend the night with me, than go back home with a bag of money waiting for you?" He asks, moving his hand from her cheek down to her chest. He bites his lip, smiling in excitement. Hex's eyes nervously follow the gentle trail Patch's hand is tracing.

"What game do you think I am talking about…?" Patch asks. He doesn't look back into her eyes, instead concentrating on undoing her shirt's buttons. Hex's body piercing starts to glimmer with every button he opens.

"Definitely…not something that isn't related to you…undoing my buttons." Hex responds in a shaky tone. Her hand is shivering, unsure whether to stop his hand, or let him continue.

"You are nervous. First time, or am I just too good?" He innocently asks, finally looking back at her. He runs his hand underneath her striped suit, pushing it down gently and having it hang loose on her arms.

Hex sniggers, trying to avoid his burning gaze. She shakes her head, wanting to just leave…But the longer it goes on, the more she wants him.

The soft sound of a belt unbuckling brings Hex back down to Earth. He's already undoing her belt, and Hex's breath is quickening with every sound of the buckle.

Patch is enjoying every single second of it. She was so serious, but now she's trembling in both excitement and embarrassment. He finally pulls the belt off and he places it down neatly.

He raises his head up, and motions for her to come down. Now their faces were not even an inch apart. The room was silent and the only thing heard were their labored breaths.

Patch picked the fedora off Hex's head, her face now clearly visible to him. Patch admires her for a moment, occasionally looking down to her pressed lips.

The room felt hot, the atmosphere becoming unbearable for the both of them.

Patch presses the hat to Hex's heaving chest and asks delicately:

"Do you still want to find out?" Patch asks, gazing at her.

"Fuck…I want to know." Hex responds, connecting her lips to his.

Hex woke up groggily, rubbing her eyes. The sun peeked through the closed velvet curtains.

"This isn't my bed…" Hex thought, rubbing her hands over the plush comforter. Her body felt sweaty, and her head was still aching.

Thoughts from last night poured in one by one, and when it finally clicked, she yanked the sheets off her.

Lo and behold, what she thought was the worst case scenario, came true. She stared horrified, trying to remember how on earth she got herself into this.

"Come on, what the fuck!" Hex yelled, immediately looking for her clothes. She threw her legs off the bed; her face a bright red, realizing what she just did.

Hex massaged her head, yesterday's activity and alcohol coming back to bite her. She looked around the ground, the memory of last night still faint in her aching mind. Her clothes were scattered on the floor, and Hex picked them up one by one.

The smell of Patch's cologne was still on Hex's clothes, and she grimaced every time she breathed it in. Everytime she recalled the events, the cologne made the memory so much stronger.

After putting on her clothes, she realized that her one-time partner was nowhere to be seen. She concluded that he must've left early, and also noticed that her gun was nowhere to be seen. Definitely something to worry about right now.

Hex opened the bedroom door and saw that her gun was on the floor. It was cold to the touch, and in the exact same spot it was when she dropped it. Her grip must've loosened when he hurriedly pulled her into his bedroom. But why didn't he take the chance and steal her gun? Or even set up a trap for when she woke up?

He had just left her there, no guards to subdue her. Hex was perplexed, why would he let her go that easily? She tried to kill him at point blank.

What was even more confusing was the fact that she willingly agreed to have a night with him. He had even asked her multiple times if she really wanted to, and every time he asked, her response was always: "Yes."

She shook her head, picking up the previously forgotten gun and slotted it back into her holster. She climbed down the stairs, the blood trail already dried up. She couldn't just ask for someone to clean it, not when it was so close to her target's home. The target she fucking slept with.

She opened the gates, and walked over to her car. Sighing in relief when she saw that it was still intact.

Climbing in, she slotted the key in and turned it, the engine roaring. Hex leaned back and relished in the aircon that was blowing on her face. She squinted, trying to block the sun from flashing into her eyes.

At this time of day, morning workers or joggers started crowding the streets, and Hex wondered what would happen if they saw a blood trail on their favorite celebrities home. The leaves of both bushes and trees were blown in the wind. Several brands of cars drove around, either to go to work, or to breakfast. They lived such normal lives.

Over time, as she sat there, she recollected her thoughts. Hex's face slowly turned pale. What would Fuzanglong say? She just slept with her damn target, and he didn't even bother catching her when she was asleep. Who knows what he'll do? He definitely didn't have any power over Fuzanglong, being a descendant of a weak line of species. But if Fuzanglong's elder brother found out and disapproved, Hex could be put in jail…again.

She inhaled deeply, pulling her phone out of her pocket. About to type in the same contact she always called, but then she noticed an unfamiliar, and relatively new contact.

No name, just the words "Je t'aime 💋." Hex grumbled under her breath, immediately knowing who it was. She chose to ignore it for the time being and went back to typing in Fuzanglong's contact, heart beating fast when she heard her phone dialing.

Fuzanglong picked up in an instant, almost screaming into the phone. "Hex! Where have you been!? I've been worried sick, are you okay!?" He kept asking, bewildered how a 'shoot n' go' became a call in the morning.

Hex sucked in through her teeth, thinking about how to go about the…awkward confession. Probably the worst thing she's ever had to say. To anyone. "Boss I…I popped my own damn cherry." She mumbled incoherently.

Speechless, Fuzanglong's mouth was agape. He couldn't process what she just said.

"You what!? What did he do!? Did he-"

"I did it willingly…" Hex replied, quickly cutting him off.

Fuzanglong held his phone in his hands, trying to take on a fatherly role.

"I…I mean you were bound to do it at some point I just…"

"I know. Not the best person. I'm coming home." Hex replied, ending the call. Pressing her foot onto the gas pedal, she gripped the steering wheel, gritting her teeth in embarrassment. She just wanted a big bottle of alcohol right now, to drown out every possible thought.

As she approached the red light, she slowed her car to a halt. Hex sighs, starting looking through her pockets for some kind of item to relieve the unimaginable weight of shame and shock on her shoulders.

Suddenly, she realizes that there's no weight on her head. She isn't wearing her hat. Hex widens her eyes and looks around the car, wondering if it fell off, or worse…Left it at his house.

Then she felt a piece of paper between her fingers. She hadn't put a piece of paper in her pockets before.

She pulls out the crumpled paper, unfurling it and read the words:

“Your hat is with me. See you next time, mon trésor." Below was his autograph, specially signed just for Hex.

Hex could just imagine the smug look on his face, writing that as he watched Hex's sleeping figure. Walking out of the room and grabbing her only hat as a little souvenir.

The longer she stared, the more she felt her blood rise and her cheeks flush.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

0 notes

miraculousbohemian · 7 months

Text

one of my best tags by far are "she's the devil and i already danced the tango" and "we do NOT fall in love in october we CRY in october"

#she's the devil and i already danced the tango #we do NOT fall in love in october we CRY in october #mb rant :)#honestly slay

0 notes

cabinetsecurity · 2 years

Text

I’ve seen a couple really angsty headcanons for why Antonio is so much younger than the other kids but to be honest I just assumed it was because of Dolores ’cause, y’know, she can hear everything, like, everything (if you catch my drift)

#encanto #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #listen #she got her gift as five and if we smudge the ages a little Camilo and Mirabel have already been conceived at this point #then she would be in her teen by the time Antonio was conceived so #just the absolute LAST thing I would do upon finding out my young daughter/niece had super hearing would be to dance the devil’s tango #it just makes the most sense to me #disneys encanto #This is all I’m gonna put here

33 notes · View notes

360iris · 3 years

Text

Like Then (James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black x Remus Lupin)

Warning: Does this qualify as hurt/comfort?? Maybe comfort/hurt? Is this even angst? Ah! I tried! Fem!Reader using she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1,201

Summary: Why do girls always leave The Yule Ball heartbroken?

A/N: This is a Prequel to my fanfic, Like You! We’ve reached 408 followers, which is big considering I had zero when I first posted “Like You”. Welcome on board, sweeties! I was the most elated in the midst of trying to explain how chaotically Sirius + Y/N would dance and the most sullen trying to properly word the ending.

Of course Lily would be James’ date to the Yule Ball. They’d been together for about six months now and he’d wanted nothing more than to see her all dolled up just for him.

Her fiery red locks curled and pinned, not to mention the sterling silver dress she’d been able to pick out with her mother. She was a sight for sore eyes, glowing as if she’d been taken directly from his sweetest dream. So why did his eyes drift to the other side of the room?

Half of his attention divided on the lovely girl in front of him, where it should be. Focusing on the way her eyes gleamed and the showstopping smile that never failed to make his heart race. She was enjoying herself tonight, swaying in his arms and giggling at almost every joke he made; a rarity.

But the other half of his attention, the other half of himself, was with them.

Sirius had Y/N’s hand in his grasp and was twirling the beaming girl in place, her laughs bubbling up into the space around them. Remus must have slipped away to take a breather because he was seated alone with a fond smile on his lips, watching the duo dance.

Could he even call what they were doing dancing? Sirius’ extensive knowledge on waltzing, mixed with the younger girl’s eager tango, had the pair moving sporadically.

They turned about the room, swiveling, alternating and cross stepping. Every so often, Sirius lifted her off of the ground mid-twirl as if she were light as a feather. And though the way they moved was quite a spectacle, partygoers giving the two a wide berth, they were in their element.

It was as if the world had melted away and they were left in each other’s company.

When the song came to an end, Sirius parted from her quite begrudgingly. James could only guess what was being said, but with the boy putting on his best begging face, he was possibly asking to go another round. His fingers reluctantly releasing hers as she pulled away from his grasp.

James watched as she all but skipped to Remus’ side, mere seconds from going in to kiss him before seemingly remembering the presence of the school staff. She settled for clasping the boy’s hands and leaning up to his ear to whisper.

“James?” he heard from below him and promptly redirected his gaze.

“What was that again, love?” he asked and she smiled up at him. He faintly felt his chest shag and heart give a euphoric leap.

Lily laughed when he bent his head to press a kiss into her hair, “I said that I’m gonna go the restroom real quick, I’ll be back.”

“Of course, dear. I’ll get some punch then.” and before long she was slipping through the crowd.

He watched after her until he was unable to differentiate her head bobbing from all the rest. Eventually trudging to the refreshments table in hopes of clearing his head.

His cup was midway to his mouth before a soft,

“Unfortunately there isn’t any booze in there.” sounded from his left and he nearly jumped from his skin.

The red liquid in his grasp promptly sloshing onto his shoes.

A curse slipped from his lips as he took the napkin offered to him, quickly cleaning himself off.

Looking up he finds Y/N leaning against the table, an amused smile playing on her face.

“Since when did you sneak up on people?” He asked, standing up straight and setting down his drink.

“Didn’t sneak up on you, James. I was standing here before you even got to the table; but you’d know that if you weren’t busy daydreaming. What’s on your mind? Let me guess! Devious plans of what you’re gonna do with Evans tonight perhaps?” She questioned, tossing a chicken popper into her mouth.

Eventually offering him one when all she got back in response was him staring dumbly at the ensemble she was wearing.

He’d briefly been shown the dress she was planning to wear weeks before the event, but it was a different experience actually seeing her in it.

The lengthy, shimmering fabric draped and folded to the floor elegantly. The metallic fringes of her shawl glinting and swaying with every movement she made. She looked positively ethereal.

Acknowledging his silent gawking, she gave an indulgent twirl, “You like it, J? I was going for 70s era Stevie Nicks, but Sirius said I just look like a muggle’s imitation of a witch. What do you think?” She asked with a pout, fluttering her eyelashes expectantly. Notedly taking one of his larger hands into her own.

He allowed himself to inwardly admit that she looked undeniably adorable fiddling with his fingers. How pink her lips were tonight.

“I honestly don’t know who that is, love. Where is Sirius anyway?” He coughed awkwardly, pulling his hand back and looking anywhere but her in faux search of his friends.

If his eyes had still been on her, he’d have seen how crestfallen she’d looked at his refusal to acknowledge her question. How she pulled her shawl over her shoulders tighter and attempted to shake off the feeling of dejectedness that silently clawed at her heels.

“He’s over there, trying his hardest to get Remus to kiss him in front of all these poor bystanders. You should have heard how fervently he pleaded with me earlier; he could’ve made a sailor blush.” She laughed and James caught sight of the two boys slowly swaying in between the sea of people.

The contrast of how gently he held Remus was stark. The pair barely moved from their spot on the floor in comparison to the full blown recital that took place only minutes before.

“Despite his remarks, he loves the two of you a great deal.” He found himself saying, melancholy apparent in his voice. The words tumbling from his lips before he could fully think them over.

“Why’d you say that so glumly, as if it doesn’t apply to you as well?” Y/N asked abruptly, an unexpectedly harsh edge to her tone.

“What?” Turning his attention back to her, he was shocked by the deep furrow in her brow. She clutched at her shawl so tightly her knuckles were turning pale.

“You say that as if we- as if he didn’t confess his feelings for you just the same! As if you didn’t choose-“ Her voice was raising but cut off before it garnered anyone else’s attention.

“James?” He heard from behind him and he already knew it was Lily, slight confusion laced in her voice.

In the time it took for him to turn to Lily in acknowledgment and back, Y/N was already moving to depart.

“Speak of the devil-“ She whispered exasperatedly, voice so low he barely caught it over the music. Releasing the deathgrip on her shawl, she allowed her hands to fall to her sides defeatedly.

“Goodnight, James.” Is all she offered before she was padding towards the main entrance; and though he moved to follow, the hand enveloping his own from behind grounded him.

This was where he was supposed to be, he reminded himself. Even if she took half of him with her.

1K notes · View notes

kkusuka · 3 years

Text

(i had to repost lol- it wasn’t showing up on my page)

this the request: part 3 of thiccy gf hcs ??? with kuroo, terushima, sakusa, and daichi and/or atsumu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 i must be fed

i understand your need for them

and as a member of the thunder-thigh committee, i am happy to write about my fellow sexy women! (another 4:56 am ramble i refuse to delete)

part one

part 2 <3

i mixed this with this ask ; Pt. 3 of the thicc af gf with Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Daichi, Kuguri, and Terushima plz? 🥺

this got wayyyyyyyyy long

4, 685 words. my finger slipped?

Kuroo tetsuro

this guy has been trying to get you since first year

he’s that dedicated

and you didn’t even notice, he was just a flirty friend who helped you with science

(even when he would practically put you in his lap while he went over things)

lo and behold, he finally got his chance during the third year culture festival

yeah as in he waited a whole three years for this

Eh, once again, had a whole pan to make you see him as your great future husband, aka the haunted house (a good excuse to have you hold onto him)

He has to give it to class 2-4, the did a damn good job, it was scary

Long story short you fell on top of him, boobs in face hands-on ass

~heaven~

Mans actually asked you to be his girlfriend right there, groping you and murmuring between your boobs. (he wouldn't have gotten up if the next group wasn’t approaching.)

From then on he’d literally do anything for the ass

He’s a big simp and we all know it.

Like When you wear shorts he has to ‘pull them down’ aka feel you up while pulling the hem of your shorts down ever so slightly.

Or when he gets on a knee right behind you to ‘tie his shoe’, but the school shoes have no laces.

He could be a bit more creative and he wanted to look under your skirt.

When he wants to cut the bull shit he’ll just lift the back of your skirt and rub around for a but, to hell with all the other kids in the hallway.

(did I mention that he puts things on the highest shelves so he can walk up behind you and practically dry hump you.)

Speaking of simp nation

You can't really wear anything without setting him off

Shorts drive him absolutely nuts, it's insane. But it isn't his fault that most of your shorts are spandex that cut off right at the beginning of your thighs, it's like a homemade booty lifter. He just can’t help but wanting to cop a feel.

Or the color red in general. It is ridiculous, the guy rips everything when he tries to take it off too. So that stunning red cocktail dress with the lace-up sides was not unwearable, and you only had it on for like 2 hours. And that was only because it was a friend's 18th birthday party you were both invited to.

(thanks to kuroo not letting you out of his arms you both were late and left early.)

((in his defense you looked like a full course meal and it was giving him severe blue balls, and he’s only seen you for a few minutes))

Halloween, you know. the one night you could dress up as anything. any you decide to go as a cat-girl in a maid costume. And you expected him to just take that sitting down? Hell no. the red thigh highs AND the corset middle? You're lucky it lasted as long as it did.

That my dear was bravery. His color. A cat. And a short skirt. With thigh highs!

And so, he did what he did all those other times, dragged you to sit on his lap, and opening your thighs, and like a good girl you’ll let him

If you could already tell, he gives no shits to whos watching, let ‘em see (they really never do but you get the point)

He’s also a prime thigh groper, especially when he wants to keep your legs open, he also loves thigh hic

Terushima Yuji

Another shower-offer

You were already he's so why can't he let everyone know?

Speaking of you being his, he doesn't tell people how you guys don’t together, with good reason considering you practically beat him up

Not really but that’s what he calls it, basically he tried to get with one of your friends at a party.

She just happens to not be interested in men and has a wonderful girlfriend, so she was uncomfortable but couldn't tell him to leave her alone

So you took fate into your own hands, literally, you stole Fate from class 3-2’s drink and poured it on him before slapping him and telling him about how he was a pig.

And he fell in love, you looked like an angel, a really hot angel, it didn't help you were in a white dress either

And from then on he literally once or twice, got on his knees for you, asking to give him a chance.

Honestly, it got annoying, so you just agreed to make it go away. It did, but you also gained a perv of a boyfriend who has an insatiable love for your lower half

He’s a simple creature, do take caution of his fragile being

So that means all those times you bend over in front of him he was slowly cracking and trying to figure out where the nearest storage closet is.

He thought he was having heart palpitations when he saw you in the damn dress again, apparently, he didn't see all of it. Specifically the v-neck top, and the fact it only went to the end of your ass. Needless to say, he made sure to walk behind you on every staircase that you went on

Another set off is yoga legging, like the lululemon ones, that people wear all the time. They fit you great, really really great. They were supposed to work out in them???? Why were they so skin-tight????? And he also figured out that you wore things because of them. Instant nut.

How you ask, simple.

One time he saw your underwear line through the pants and he pointed them out, they did make it seem like your ass was super soft so he saw his chance and took it.

So the next time you wore them and he didn't see the lines he was like ??????

And thus began the “Yuji hunt for lineless underwear” and he found the thongs

And you received the fucking of your life soon after.

Oh! And there’s any time you go to the beach. Literally every time.

No cap.

The first time was when you wore a red one-piece and he practically went feral. It wasn't really a one-piece if it was see-through and had the lowest neckline on the planet.

Everyone was looking at you.

He practically fucked you on the beach but held off until you got back to the hotel room.

He’s way more forward when he wants to fuck, if you could imagine. He’ll just walk up to you and tell you he wants to get some, like right now.

If you can even ignore him, he’ll throw an arm around your waist and grope around your legs, all the way to the apex.

It is also not below him to try and get you off while still wearing underwear that he will be taking after.

(i didn't say anything about his stash off orgasm ruined underwear? My bad.)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Going beyond the fact he even has a girlfriend, y’know considering, but the fact that no one knew who you were until you showed up at nationals to cheer him on

(atsumu was even starting to think that you didn't exist and that poor kiyoomi just imagined you up, so can imagine his shock when you ran up to said boy after they won)

The whole dating thing wasn't the shocking part; it was the fact that you looked like you walked off of the Milan runway.

And you were wearing leggings and sakusa's jacket, all of a sudden everyone was interested in how that happened

It was a kind of a boring story, someone had spilled coffee in a shop that you both happen to be in

And he watched you offer the man the same disinfectant wipes that he uses!

And in the most sakusa way possible he followed you out of the shop and tried to talk to you.

An exchange of numbers and many awkward conversations (and boners) later, you were a couple.

Back to that hug, like the many others, he's let you have, it’s all just to feel how soft you were

But poor touch -starved sakusa doesn't know what to do with any of these pent up feelings.

And he has a loooooooot of them.

Multiple occasions have shaped the poor germ-boy into the horny-tornado he has become

so he’s not really into what you’re wearing, it’s more about what you’re doing

like when you wore the mask he bought you to one of his games, and you wore one of his alternate uniforms, but the kicker was how you stayed away from everyone and didn’t let a single person near you (or his shirt)

or when you helped him clean his dorm when he was doing his weekly deep clean

or when the two of you washed the dishes while trying to do one of those “try not to sing” challenges

(is it normal to get a boner when your girlfriend helps you clean? no?)

but, as much as he tries to remain emotionless on the subject, there are multiple exceptions to the “it’s not what she wears” whole thing

Like that violet puffy skirt, you wore to a study fate, the one with the white sweater? That one, the same one that he could see your panties, from anywhere he sat. and Every time you got up you would have to smooth it down to make the creases go down, but it was only ever really giving him a good idea about the shape of your ass.

(if he sees you in that skirt again he’s just going to fuck you in it)

The lesser-known horny-inducer, since he made you take it off within the first five minutes, was a dress! What kind of dress? A neon yellow see-through mesh dress. The bottom wasn’t what got him though, it was the fact that your white bra was clearly seen under the mesh top. Or maybe it was the way the skirt made your waist look super small, and how your hips looked so round and squeezable.

Yeah, no one else could experience you in that.

Not to sound like this, but sakusa is still averse to touch

BUT BUT BUT

That goes out the window when he wants to dance the devil's tango with you.

Mr. His way or no way shows up, he does it every so slightly different

If it’s just the two of you, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and he’ll push you to your knees. And he’ll pet your head and tell you what’s about to happen and advise you to listen like a good girl.

But in the instance you are in the presence of others, he’ll stand behind you and bring you super close to him, ass to dick. (maybe he’ll grind into you a bit, just to convince you to follow him) and he’ll throw a few words in about how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting turned on in front of all of these people.

It’s best to just do what he wants before he makes you cum in your underwear.

Daichi Sawamura

oh my

you guys are the power thigh couple

powerful and defined mixed with soft and pillowy

In Fact, that’s literally how the two of you met, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya of course.

(let’s just pretend karasuno has a cheer squad, and you just happened to be the captain of said team)

So basically you were doing a favor for the student council, and you were supposed to ask how many third years, managers included, were on each team and each club in the school

Easy! Turns out not so much. You were still in your cheer practice uniform, which was the shortest spandex ever made, and a Karasuno school t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight.

Anyway, you make it to the gym and open the door, and the little one, Yachi, saw you and literally screamed. (she was right by the door), and that alerted everyone else in the gym, which led to the bald boy and his short companion pushing you further into the gym.

But in the better sense, it did gain the attention of the captain! Just the exact moment he was in front of you someone pushed; your back and within a second, in some miracle like way, you both ended up on the floor and he ended up planked on top of you with a leg between your spread thighs.

Almost kissing nonetheless.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he got off and asked you if you alright and kneeled down and let you use his shoulder to try and stand back up.

You did get up, for a split second, Daichi still kneeling letting you use him as a step stool when a certain red-head was flung right into you and you went toppling forward.

Onto Daichi.

Onto Daichi's face.

Your thighs around his head.

His hands-on your ass.

Hand in his hair.

He could sit there forever, you were frozen, everyone else was frozen.

You eventually climbed off and asked how many third years there were. But he just sat there, his hands hadn’t moved either, luckily Suga answered and you were on your way.

And Daichi still didn’t move, after that incident, you had begun to see him everywhere, and eventually, he just cut the shit and asked you out.

Daddy Daichi likes seeing you in literally anything from sweatshirts to lingerie.

His favorite was the brown buttoned pencil skirt and the white blouse, that you wore to a date. You were kind of overdressed for the ramen shop and after a walk, but he didn't even care. He was so thrown off by how turned on he was he couldn't speak in full sentences.

An example:

“Yeah, the food here is- boob, I-I mean great, not boob, great, yes, great.”

The second.

Was a bathrobe.

Can you see where I'm going with that? Simply you look hot.

His favorite part of the night was ripping it off of you.

And like the first time you met, he had his head in your thighs <3

Atsumu Miya

You met poor atsumu at a party.

He tried to shoot his shot, y’know he sees a cute lady he’s just gotta try and show you what you could be getting

he had it all planned, he was going to walk up behind you and run his hands over your delicious curves and ask you if you were in need of any help

he doesn’t take into account that a having a random guy just start groping you and pressing himself behind a girl was panic-inducing

so when he dropped your waist, you freaked out and may or may not have punched him in the dick

while he was in a. world of pain you age to figure out what the hell had just happened to you

then you noticed him on the floor, and when he noticed you looking at him he put this forced cocky smirk on and gave you a “how you doing”

You took pity on the poor creature and helped him up and got him some ice, then conversed with him for the majority of the rest of the night.

And he just hasn't left you alone since

(and, you learned this far later, that he went so far to tell Sakusa and Kageyama all about you and how amazing you are, and has even sent them- more than one- picture

But in other news, he’s very horny

So really all that means is he always has his hands on you

Like during practice breaks when you're allowed to come down and talk to him for a bit, give him some things, but it normally just consists of him sitting on the bench and you standing in front of him.

While his hands rest on your hips and his face is shoved into the valley between your breasts, and he just sits and listens to you as you brush a hand through his hair.

Or sometimes, if he had been having a rough time, he’ll just have his hands under your skirt and he’ll feel around for a bit while grumbling about how people cant hit his sets

But for being the possessive bastard he is, he sure likes letting you wear all those outfits

Like the booty shorts and tank top, you wore to bring them food during the summer training camp. That same camp that the two of you disappeared at and he came back looking like he had won the lottery.

Or the cute little red dress you wore to your anniversary date? The one that made him have a hard-on the entire time you were at dinner. He knows the waiter remembers, he also bets the waiter remembers seeing him fucking you in the car when his shift was over.

And that time you wore his jersey to bed and sent him a picture of it. It was such a good picture that he made it his lock screen for everyone to see.

He just likes looking at you tbh.

Aone Takanobu

you guys didn’t meet in some weird perverted way, it was actually really cute!

Not to sound creepy but he knew that you were in the garden club because you sat right in front of him in class

And since he didn't talk to anyone else in that class he was just content with listening, and so there he was

Standing outside of the garden club door holding his withering basil plant. Lost.

Lucky for him you were walking down the hallway and greeted him, looking all pretty and cute

You did help him realize that he was overwatering the basil and within a few weeks, it was back to life!

From that first time on, he came to the club room with you twice a week and walked home with you, just listening to all the random plant facts that you had harbored in your mind.

Eventually, with the help of the team, he asked you out, and you hugged him and said yes, and that was the beginning of the “oh god, y/n is way softer than I thought”

So he really just tries to be near you or be touching you at all times

(i am also a firm believer that he likes to slow dance to classical music in your living room)

Like during lunch periods when you sit next to him and the second you finish eating hell push you to lean against him

And he’ll rub small circles on your hips and give you small innocent gropes

Or how he hugs your waist when you're doing literally anything, and he puts his head on top of your head while swaying

I can also tell you that Aone is a good singer

So he hums to you (I'm uwuing over my own headcanon lol)

He also really likes just running his hands along your body, so he likes when you wear the one-piece dresses so he has smooth sailing down your body

As a man of little words, he clearly has a more physical approach to getting you on the horny train

What I am trying to get at is that more often than not he literally just picks you up and carries you away.

Of course, that leaves you to come back to whatever you were doing.

That is after the cuddles and after sex ‘conversations’ about the dumbest things

Basically, he likes to hear you talk and he really likes being near.

Osamu Miya

He knew who you were

With a brother like atsumu, who never shuts up about you, it's hard not to

(Osamu is pretty sure atsumu had a picture of you next to his pillow. ew)

Anyway, the two of you just happened to share the same lunch block, and it also just happens to be the only period block that he was alone

No teammates and no especially close that he could hang out with

That meant he could either study or eat

Had he chose to eat, only to be met with the fact that atsumu had drained both of their lunch accounts for his flavor of the week

Poor baby stood there for a while just processing what was the worst news of his life

When you, a true angel among the evil, said that you would graciously pay for his food so that he didn't outlook so sad anymore

If he wasn’t holding an armful of onigiri he would have fallen on his knees and begged to whatever god was out there to let him keep you

But he settled for thanking you and spending the entire period with you, he even offered to share (for the first time in his life)

You complimented him on his flavor choice and he decided to keep you

He made sure to share his recipes with you and you tried to do the same

And somehow that evolved into you guys going on dates, much to atsumu’s distaste, and you guys were totally hitting it off

Osamu was your official biggest fan, he loved everything you do

But that means he wants to stay your biggest fan, and he knows that you’re pretty well known for boys thinking not so innocent things about you

Again being brothers with atsumu gave him this little sadistic streak

He lets you wear all of the revealing outfits and the bikinis, all for everyone to see

Everyone to see what belongs to him

Like at suna’s party he let you wear a black mini-skirt and a white off the shoulder long sleeved flowy shirt.

You looked good, and all the guys staring at you proved that point tenfold. Three guys had come up to you and tried to get you to go upstairs with them. And it was almost immediately shut down when they noticed the act you were sitting on your boyfriend.

Speaking of, he almost always has you in his lap.

Aww, cute! Not, he like grinding you down on him, that's also why he likes having you wear skirts, easy access to your ass, also a nice way to ensure that he could get more than a few gropes in when he wants

No, it's definitely the way he made you wear thigh highs to school one day and the shortest skirt you owned (like a school skirt) and walked behind you the entire day.

And he just reached behind you and lifted your skirt for the whole hallway to see, but mostly for him

He waists no time when he wants to fuck, he’ll just walk up to and open your legs while making out with either you or your neck.

And yes he has done that in front of atsumu

Who was warned to stay out of their room for a while.

Not to mention all those times he convince you to go to school with no underwear on just for the fun of it

(I didn't tell you this but those off the shoulder mini dresses drive him wild. On graduation day he pulled into a closet and had his way with you. I mean he did say that if you wore that dress he was going to do it, buuuuuut y’know….. yolo)

Kyotani Kentaro

We all know he’s a fighter, which means he gets hurt a lot, which in turn makes him a frequent face in the nurse's office

And who happens to be the nurse's niece? You of course!

And right after school, when your aunt takes her break and leaves you to take care of the office alone

Right after school is also when Kyotani always comes in.

(it’s not like he knew that you would be there alone, and that meant that you had to deal with him and heal him up. And it also is not like he started the fight so he could come here and see you. No not that)

Who am I kidding it was like that.

It was totally like that.

Your hands were just so soft when they put the bandages on and you have to bend down to get the wrapping.

He had a crush, that's what iwaizumi said, and after googling what the symptoms of a crush were he was sure

So with the help of the third years, aka Oikawa just having Iwaizumi repeat what he wanted to say, they had a plan

And the next time he was in the office he asked if you wanted to see a movie with him, it was so cute and he looked so shy

It would have been perfect if after five seconds he tried to take it back, you still went on the date with him though

He was happy.

Angry boy likes hugs

And yes he does, no objections

So when he’s upset he’ll make these grabby hands at you and have you come over and stand with him

He shoves his chin on your shoulder and his hands squeezing your waist and you’ll rock back and forth until he calms down.

He’s also very aware of what you wear

Like how your skirt perfectly frames your legs. How the socks you wear make your legs look 10x longer, and make you look like you’re walking like a model.

Or the dark blue leggings you wore with his alternate jersey and you were cheering for him!

But nothing and I mean NOTHING gets him better than when you wear spandex shorts and one of his shirts. He goes feral every time.

This man is the CEO of picking you up and placing you on his lap, straddle style, and just going ham on you

Not to mention that sometimes when he’s really tired he’ll have you just sitting on his lap while he plays with your thighs

(he also likes playing with your waist and stomach, but he doesn't realize that he’s talking out loud so you can hear all of the “so soft”’s he lets out.

Kuguri

You were one of Mika's close friends so you were always just kind of around

It was a little get together that Daishou threw that really made you two close

It was a weird drinking game of sorts, and it had these teams, and you were out as a pair!

Somehow throughout the game, you guys got side-tracked and just ended up talking to each other the rest of the night

Eventually, you were convinced to go on a double date and the rest was history

He didn't even pay attention to what you wore that much until he heard a few rando kids in the locker room talking about it.

And that’s when he started thinking about just who he was dating

He first realized how round your ass was. Is it normal to look that good in leggings? No one else has ever looked that good to him. With that came his obsession with just touching your butt. He just grabs it or he’ll stop you from walking and palm it. Or he’ll rub circles into it.

(it's cute how intrigued he is by your butt)

Then came his obsession with your thighs. Mostly the way that they spread out when you sit. He didn't even understand why they were just so mesmerizing. They were so squishy too. He likes how they look in his hands-

Lastly was the waist thing. You aren't even sure what it is. He just likes putting his hands on your waist. Like a prom picture. Sometimes he’ll squeeze or run his hands along your sides. But he’s mostly stationary.

He also has this habit of just opening your legs and laying on your stomach.

He is just so into how soft you are.

1K notes · View notes

memxntomxri · 3 years

Text

𝓌𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓈

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - timeskip!bokuto x f!reader

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - nsfw pwp

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤 - you never planned to be here, pinned against a mattress with bokuto koutarou against your back. but then again, he seems intent on wrecking your plans...

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 3k words

𝘵𝘸 - smut that’s probably not the best cause it’s my first time (lmao i am a virgin devil’s tango writer), alcohol, marking, oral (m and f receiving), unrealistic depictions of stamina, probably second hand embarrassment

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 - this is my first time writing the dirty, bear with me. also, reader is way too based off of myself with my antisocial tendencies.

the title is from taylor swift’s willow. yes, i use way too much taylor content do not @ me.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - @meiansmistress and @mianavs for betaing! they're the absolute best and this fic would not be where it is without them 🤍

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙣𝙞 - 18+ content under the cut

Normally, you’d say that you cherished and greatly appreciated your best (and only) friend in Osaka, Ito Kana, but today, that wasn’t really the case.

Kana, being the social butterfly that she was, had met Miya Atsumu a few weeks back at a slightly seedy bar and they had hit it off. Great for her—you entirely supported your friend getting some, and Miya-san didn’t seem too bad, except for his inherent cockiness. Really, you had no issue with them hooking up and being all lovey-dovey in front of your salad. You weren’t the jealous-of-other-people’s-relationship type. Sure, you were open to romance and when you watched Titanic in a horrible Japanese dub you wished for an epic love affair, but you were also content spending nearly every day at home with Netflix as your only companion.

What you did have a problem with was Kana’s insistence on bringing you to a goddamned party of all things. Sure, you occasionally went to an izakaya with coworkers after a particularly grueling project ended, and a drink once in a while was a habit that you weren’t inclined to quit, but you didn’t really do full-on parties. And oh, was today going to be a party.

It was the annual V.League end-of-season bash, and everyone who knew anything about the athletic world knew that it was a wild celebration that psycho party monsters like Miya Atsumu and Ito Kana looked forward to. There would be booze, dancing, crazy stunts, and at least five scandals would come from the infamous night. Kana, ever since meeting Miya-san, had been ecstatically preparing for the party, buying a new dress, rebleaching her hair, and getting her nails done. You, on the other hand, had had no intention of going, even after Miya-san had politely extended an invitation to you out of courtesy since you were Kana’s best friend.

That is, of course, until Kana pulled out her ace.

One afternoon, while you were curled up on the couch trying to get some work in before the weekend, Kana had plopped down next to you, suspiciously quiet. You peeked at her out of the corner of your eye, already dreading what she was about to say. However, it seemed like Kana had no intention of breaking the silence, and after a few tense minutes, you sighed and turned to her.

“What, Kana?” you asked, trepidation bleeding into your voice.

“You should come to the V.League party,” she replied.

“I already told you, I have no intention of getting blackout drunk and waking up with a horrible hangover. There’s nothing interesting that’s going to happen, Kana. I’d rather stay home with Kate and Leo,” you insisted.

Kana rolled her eyes. “What is it with you and Titanic?”

You glared at her. “It is a classic.”

Kana stared at you for a bit before she deadpanned, “Let me rephrase that. You’re going to come to the V.League party with me. You need to get out more.”

That was a bone of contention between you and Kana. You weren’t necessarily an introvert, but she always insisted that you should go out more. Your response, every single time without fail, was, “Kana, we’re not all crazy chronic partiers like you.” It did nothing to dissuade her from trying to drag you out to clubs and bars with her every weekend.

You snorted, “You can’t make me.”

Kana’s smile became predatory. “I can, Y/N. If you don’t come with me, I’m taking away my Netflix account for a month. No more sinking ships or baking shows for four weeks.” Her expression was almost diabolical.

You froze up. “Kana, you wouldn—”

“Oh, I would.”

Netflix was your lifeline, the love of your entire existence, an essential.

You gaped at her in horror. You’d do anything for the streaming service, and that included going to a party that was more likely to annoy than entertain you, and she knew it.

You sighed, caving. “Fine.”

And that was how you found yourself standing there, at the polished bar of an upscale hotel where the season’s leading V.League teams were staying, and where the event of the month was being held.

You aren’t dressed to be eye-catching, instead choosing a simple number that, while accentuating your curves, wasn’t too revealing. You hunch over your drink, trying to avoid having to make small talk, something that you had never enjoyed and positively ran away from as an adult.

You stare down into the depths of the alcoholic beverage in your hands, a happy buzz already filling the edges of your brain, toning down the bright sounds of the party behind you. You musingly wonder how many more of these brightly colored concoctions you could down before you really got drunk—and then you contemplate if you actually wanted to go down that path. It might make the party more bearable, after all…

You’re still lost in thought when a man with black-and-white hair slid into the seat beside you, ordering in a raspy yet warm voice.

“A shot of tequila, please.”

You ignore him, preferring to stare down at the wood grain in the bar top as if it holds the secrets to the universe.

Your plan on avoiding all human contact was shot down when the man leaned toward you.

“Hey hey hey!” greets his enthusiastic voice.

You look up at him, registering bright golden eyes and a beaming grin. “Um… hi,” you cautiously return.

“I’m Bokuto Koutarou, wing spiker for the MSBY Black Jackals! Tsum-tsum sent me over to talk to you because he said you might be lonely.”

Your face burns. You don’t need any pity introductions, especially by your best friend’s newest boy toy. You look away, slightly ashamed of the way your cheeks are heating up.

“I’m fine, Bokuto-san. You can go back to the party,” you murmur, trying to extricate yourself from the embarrassing situation.

Bokuto doesn’t seem to get the hint and plows on. “I don’t mind! You’re pretty! And Tsum-tsum told me that you’re fun to talk to!”

Damn, now your face is definitely on fire. You wonder if Bokuto can see the blush from a few feet away, warming up your entire upper body.

“No, really, I’m okay by myself. I’m sure your teammates want to celebrate with you,” you continue to try to reason with him.

“Nope! I’m gonna stay with you tonight! It’s gonna be fine, trust me,” he insists.

You sigh, already planning an exit plan for when it becomes socially acceptable for you to leave. Bokuto seems nice enough, but you see no value in sticking around to talk to someone who you probably have nothing in common with. Besides, you have no idea if he’s going to start talking about hair gel or something—Atsumu had bored you and Kana for many hours going on and on about his skincare regimen—and you’d rather avoid another athlete monologue.

“Alright, Bokuto-san,” you say. Maybe if you humor him right now, he’ll let you go and you can slink away, back home to your Netflix and Meiji ice cream.

Thirty minutes later the both of you are pretty plastered from the several drinks you had shared after hitting it off. Apparently, you had lived around the same neighborhood in Tokyo, although it was during different time periods.

“You know, you’re like… super pretty. Like… I was watching you from the moment you walked in. Not in a creepy way, though. You’re just really, really pretty.” Bokuto slurs and you giggle, completely out of character for you.

You had already scrapped your plan of running as soon as you could, but now, you were pushing not only your own, but someone like Kana’s limits—more than half of the party’s attendees had already left the venue, going home to puke their guts out or sleep through the effects of the immense amounts of alcohol consumed that night.

“Thank you, Koutarou. You’re not too bad yourself,” you say, putting on an officious facade for comedy’s sake. First names had been exchanged, and over the course of your slow descent into drunkenness, his given name had begun slipping through your lips more and more.

Bokuto leans in, swaying a little bit. “You know… your legs are so long. I think they’d fit so prettily around my waist,” he says, voice dropping an octave and causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Against your better judgment that definitely would’ve perked its head up if you were more sober, you lean in slightly and place your lips next to his ear, noting the shudder that runs up his muscular body.

“Are we trading compliments now, Koutarou?” you whisper sultrily. “Well, then, I bet your hands could fit around my waist.”

Bokuto gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing. Feeling adventurous, you drop a single kiss on the corner of his jaw, soft enough that it could almost be taken as an illusion if Bokuto hadn’t been so attuned to your every motion.

Still, Bokuto is an ace through and through—he gives as good as he gets. “You wanna test that out?” he breathes in your ear, voice somehow conjuring even dirtier images in your mind.

You nod enthusiastically. Fuck your plans, they could wait until you were sober.

He grabs your hand and practically drags you to the elevators, punching the up button as if it had personally wronged him. You hang onto his arm as the elevator rises, too slow for both of your impatient hands.

You don’t full on do anything—the risk of someone else seeing isn’t worth it—but his hand does find its way to your ass, squeezing the soft and supple flesh a few times. Your own wandering digits track your desires to his pecs, tracing patterns against his hard chest.

When the elevator finally gives out a distinctive ping, Bokuto grabs you by the waist, making his way to a door a few meters down the carpeted hallway.

He fumbles with the keycard a few times before getting the door open. As soon as it swings shut behind you, he’s on you, lips slanting over your own and claiming you in a heated kiss.

Your back slams against the door and you grab onto his firm arms, barely holding yourself up. Bokuto drops a kiss to the corner of your mouth before lowering his head to mouth at your neck and collarbone. You breathe in his scent and unconsciously roll your hips against his thick thigh, which has slotted itself between your legs. You keen as he finds the spot at the junction of your neck that makes your knees weak. You feel Bokuto smile against your skin before nipping at the spot, drawing a short gasp from you that turns into a moan as he sucks gently at it to darken the mark.

He fumbles with the zipper on your dress a few times before sliding it off of your body, making you shiver as the cold air hits your bare skin. You scrabble at his buttons, frustration making you grit your teeth until his much bigger hands cover yours and finish the job for you, revealing an expanse of dips and rises that work together to create one of the most sculpted planes of human skin and muscle you’ve ever seen in your life.

Your hands run down his chest and stomach, coming to a stop at his waistband. You glance up at him, licking your lips before speaking. “Can I?”

Bokuto’s voice is gravelly as he voices his consent, throwing his head back as soon as your fingers brush the outline of his hard cock. You drop to your knees and take one last look at him before pulling his zipper down.

“Just so you know, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” you warn. Bokuto rolls his hips, rutting his cock into your arm.

“T-That’s fine, baby. You’re doing great,” he reassures.

With that last bit of affirmation, you pull his dick out of his boxers and immediately take a deep breath through your teeth.

Bokuto’s big, probably bigger than anyone else you’ve ever taken before. He’s also thick, the width making it hard for you to even fit your hand around it. You gulp before tentatively licking the tip. Bokuto hisses, his pelvis unconsciously thrusting forward.

You brace your left hand on his thigh before ducking forward and taking half of him—all you can on the first try—slurping his hot length into your mouth.

The sound Bokuto makes is obscene and only serves to spur you on. You start bobbing your head slowly, trying to get more of him down your throat. What you can’t fit inside the tight heat of your mouth you stroke with your right hand, twisting your wrist for maximum coverage.

Bokuto’s rutting into your face now, his powerful thrusts doing half the work of getting as much of his cock through your lips. Tears are streaming down your face from the exertion of keeping your mouth open and teeth covered, but from how your pussy is throbbing, skin hot as you let him fuck your mouth, you can tell that your body is enjoying it.

“Nngh—you feel so good, a-ah—right there, take it, take my fucking cock, you look so pretty with it down your throat,” Bokuto grunts above you.

You lock eyes with him, his golden orbs swirling with lust and unbridled desire. “Can I—can I cum in your mouth?”

You hadn’t thought of it, but now that he introduces the idea, you feel your pussy clench around nothing. You quickly nod before bobbing up and down faster, tears overflowing from your eyes from the burn.

With a few more hard ruts of his hips, he’s spilling down your throat, coating it with sticky white substance.

You pull off of him, swallowing his essence before taking a deep breath, trying to get some air back into your lungs.

Bokuto helps you up and lays you down carefully on the bed, tracing his fingers down your body before he stops at the waistband of your panties.

“May I?” he inquires, thumb hooking in the elastic.

“Koutarou, please,” you moan, hips pushing into his palm.

Bokuto grins before sliding the panties down thighs and off of your legs entirely, throwing them over his shoulder to God-knows-where. He stares down at your glistening pussy, already wet and quivering for him.

“Itadakimasu!” he exclaims cheerfully. You barely have time to look down at him before his head is between your thighs, tongue sliding its way up your folds.

You throw your head back and moan, thighs clenching around his head. Bokuto brings a calloused thumb up to rub at your clit, causing you to clench down on his tongue, which he unceremoniously shoved into your entrance. His thumb draws patterns on your nub, and he quickly adds his index and middle finger to the fray with his tongue, scissoring them inside of you to open you up for something else.

He’s rough but passionate, and it’s enough to bring you hurtling towards the edge. With a warning cry of “Kou!”, you’re tumbling off of it, flying towards a climax that causes you to squeeze your eyes shut and scream his name.

Bokuto pulls away, looking satisfied with himself as he licks your slick off of his fingers.

He ruffles around in his bedside drawer before pulling out a condom, quickly ripping it open and sliding it onto his thick shaft, which is once again red and swollen. Bokuto taps it a few times against your cunt, still sopping from his saliva and your excretion. “Can I put it in?” he asks gently.

You’re still riding the high of your orgasm from moments before, but you nod groggily. Bokuto groans and pushes forward, breaking past the ring of tight muscles that guard your entrance. “Ugh, Y/N, you’re so—you’re so fucking tight,” he bites out.

You rock your hips against his, because even though you had just been thoroughly eaten out by him a few minutes prior, you can already feel the embers of desire stirring in your belly again.

“K-Kou, feels so good, keep going, don’t stop,” you moan, incoherently.

He obliges, flipping you over and pinning you against the mattress, pressing your chest to the sheets with your ass up for him to continue to piston his cock in and out of your pussy.

He drives back in relentlessly, setting a pace that has the bed creaking. The air quickly fills with the smell of sex and the sounds of the grunts and moans that come from both of you, lost in the haze of pleasure you’ve created together.

“F-faster, Kou!” you demand.

Bokuto groans. “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.”

His thrusts become even more rapid, punching into you. The stimulation to your clit from his balls slapping against it has the coil in your stomach tightening once again, gathering itself together from when it had sprung open when Bokuto ate you out.

You rock back against him, both of you chasing highs that guarantee to be as bright as supernovas. His fingers dig into your hips—turns out that while you weren’t completely right, they still make it a fair bit of the way—hard enough that you know that they’ll be marks in the morning.

With two more hard thrusts you’re spiraling into your climax once again, this one harder than the last. Bokuto rams into you, relentlessly chasing his own orgasm while prolonging your own. You become limp in his arms, but your cunt seems to have a mind of its own, squeezing down on Bokuto’s cock.

He groans and thrusts into you one last time before spilling into the condom, then falling down next to you with his cock still buried in your pussy, latex rubbing against your oversensitive walls. He gathers you into his arms, burying his head into your shoulder.

Fucked out and dazed, you stare at the ceiling.

“That was nice, Y/N,” he murmurs quietly.

“Mmm,” you reply.

Whatever. You can deal with the fallout of your shattered plans in the morning.

209 notes · View notes

adorethedistance · 3 years

Text

A Pretty Good Bad Idea - Owen Joyner x Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: swearing, peer pressure kinda, very mild n fluffy

Words: 1865

Summary: Touring with the Julie and The Phantoms cast as a dancer has been the best time of your life, and the only thing that could make it better is the reciprocated affections of a cute, blond drummer.

A/N: So this piece is 1) inspired by this interview and 2) entirely self indulgent. It’s something I haven’t been able to get out of my mind every time I’m doing warm ups, and putting it down on ,, digital paper is my only way to get rid of it lmao. I hope y’all enjoy bc I know this scenario makes me really happy and I love sharing my joy with y’all.

I let out an involuntary whine when I roll forward into my almost-center splits. My hips are so sore from yesterday’s performance I had to force myself to start stretching in the first place. Getting a head start, I arrived at the concert venue an hour earlier than call time to get my lengthy stretching routine out of the way before the other girls show up. Slowly but surely, the rest of the dancers arrived and we began getting ready together.

“I have a speaker!” Tori announces to the room upon entering which makes me jump up from my seat.

“Yes! May I do the honors and bless y’all with my musical theatre playlist?” The rest of the group cheers, exposing themselves for the theatre kids that we are. After hearing the chime that signifies the speaker-phone pairing, a few seconds pass before “Cell Block Tango” begins to play. The entire group feigns outrage but we know all the words and soon indulge in such shameful pandering. A good pre-show playlist is what really gets me amped up for performing and after yesterday’s queue of ‘today’s hits’ pop, the musical theatre is a nice change of pace.

Since I’d gotten here so early, I decided to do my makeup before stretching and I still had time to spare. The only thing left for me to do was to get in costume but I’d wait until a little closer to showtime so that I could still eat and drink for the time being. This also meant I was free to roam and bother other people as they got ready, doing what I’d done almost an hour ago.

“So, Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“What’s going on with you and Owen?” I feel my breathing halt for a microsecond before looking up at, one of the other dancers and also my friend, Ella. My eyebrows are cinched in confusion as I try my best to figure out what it is she’s getting at.

“I don’t know, Ella. What is going on with me and Owen?”

“Oh come on. Your Instagram story from yesterday?” Oh. That.

“We just went to lunch?” I seemingly ask more than state.

“Yeah. Just the two of you. Don’t hold out on us, we wanna know what’s going on!”

“Really, Ella, there’s nothing going on. We’re just getting to know each other better.”

“Just getting to know each other better? Or getting to know each other better?” Tori butts in, dusting her cheeks with a subtle highlight.

“The first one?”

“How many times have you hung out?”

“Just the once.”

“Are you planning another date?”

“It wasn’t a date-”

“Do you want us to help wingman you?”

“I really don’t-”

“Hey.” The rapid-fire of questions cease when the gang of us look up to see Owen himself standing in the doorway.

“Speak of the devil,” Tori snickers as the rest of the girls slowly disperse and smugly resume doing their makeup. Owen makes a face in reaction to her comment but chooses not to pry.

“Could I borrow some hairspray? This one piece of hair won’t stay.” Despite each of the girls having a full can of hairspray on hand, nobody makes a move to give him the product, indicating that I should be the one to help him out. Rolling my eyes at the look Ella is giving me through the mirror, I stand from my chair and hand Owen the can of hairspray. He then looks straight ahead and moves to use the product but I stop him before he can.

“What’s your plan?”

“What?”

“Are you just gonna spray the piece?”

“...yeah?”

“That’s not gonna work since the rest of your hair already has product in it. Can I help you?” Owen nods amiably and takes a seat after I gesture for him to sit in my chair. I then realize my mistake as I need the comb on the grey countertop, and have to consequently reach past Owen in a way that wouldn’t be so compromising had I not worn such a low-cut top. Thankfully it’s over as fast as it began, and walking to the sink in the corner of the dressing room, I run the cool water over the bristles. It isn’t until I turn off the tap that I notice how eerily quiet the room had gotten. None of the girls are talking, attentively studying my every move as I cross back to Owen.

“Is this Chicago?”

“Uh, yeah, We’re listening to my musical theatre playlist though, not the whole soundtrack,” I respond in spite of the nervous laugh that falls from my lips. The slight slouch in Owen’s posture doesn’t help me to see what I’m doing clearly enough. Using my index finger and an upturned palm, I tilt his chin up to get a better look at his hair, willfully ignoring the fact that he’s staring at me right now.

Still, silence fills the room as I take the wet comb through the front section of his hair where the stubborn strand won’t stay put. Once the water binds the pieces together, I grab my can of hairspray and struggle to uncap it. The outside is slick from god knows what, but thankfully Owen doesn’t let me struggle anymore and holds up his hands to wordlessly offer his help. I hand him the can, and he pops the top off after barely struggling. Handing the can back to me, he holds onto the lid, and the entire exchange remains completely silent.

I have to work quickly in my next step, but it’s not enough to distract from the fact that everyone in the room is watching me intently. Holding the aerosol can away from the crowd of people, I put some of the product on the comb and quickly work it into Owen’s hair while it’s still wet. Once the comb has formed his hair to my liking, I stop brushing it through in fear of the now dry hairspray ruining the shape. Then, I use my left hand to shield Owen’s eyes from getting any product in them before spraying the offending area to seal in my hard work.

The sound of a cell door sliding closed signifies the end of the song, and I wait for a second, eagerly anticipating the next song to play. Upon hearing the staccato piano notes of “Bad Idea” from Waitress, a smile appears on my face.

“I love this song.” Lunging back on my right leg, I create a little distance between us to make sure I didn’t completely butcher the rest of his hair, singing as I do.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“I know, I totally agree.” Pleasantly surprised by his joining in, my smile grows bigger.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“I’ve never known anything so true-”

“It’s a terrible idea, me and you.” The effortlessness that the two of us find in harmonizing is a genuine shock and an absolute thrill all at once. Once Owen sees how excited I am by his joining in me, it’s like a switch had been flipped; the two of us immediately slip into Actor Mode and begin to sing the song as if we were performing it on a Broadway stage.

“You have a wife.” I take a small step back out of the character’s hesitation.

“You have a husband.” Owen mirrors my action.

“You’re my doctor-” I cross my arms across my chest, but release my right hand to gesture to Owen standing in front of me.

“You’ve got a baby coming-” He uses both hands to gesture back to me in my ‘pregnant’ state.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you,” the two of us turn slightly away from facing one another in false bashfulness. When the music picks up, the two of us avidly step toward one another to come together. In perfect synchronization, I grab Owen’s forearms and his hands face upwards to hold onto my elbows.

“Let’s just keep kissing ‘til we come to.”

“Heart, stop racing, let’s face it-” Owen pivots his step out to the side to face forward, extending his right arm which cues me to turn into him and take his other hand to spin out.

“Making mistakes like this will make worse what is already pretty bad.” Then he extends his right arm forward, and I turn into him once again.

“Mind, stop running. It’s time we just let this thing go.” Instead of spinning out again, I stop in front of him where he wraps both of his arms around me.

“It was a pretty good bad idea,” in our harmony I cast my gaze upward to see Owen staring right back down at me, and I feel like I’m seeing stars, “Wasn’t it though?”

The two of us continue dancing and singing with one another as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s only the two of us, here and now. The other girls in the room don’t miss the way I seem to smile like never before, and I sure as hell don’t miss the way my stomach fills with butterflies. When he holds me so close and dear for each intimate moment of the song, I’m seeing stars. A bold happiness consumes me, the same happiness I felt when Owen and I laughed over lunch in that small pizzeria.

The final harmony draws the song to a close and when it finishes, the two of us fall into a breathless kind of laughter.

“I didn’t take a big enough breath for that last part.”

“Me neither.”

“Your hair stayed intact.”

“I must have a pretty good stylist.”

After recovering from our laughter the two of us wind up in a palpable stupor as we stare into one another’s eyes. A few blinks and my trance is broken, I become aware of our surroundings.

“I should get dressed soon, and you definitely need to get dressed.” Owen nods still somewhat breathless.

“Yeah. See you later for pulse?”

“Save me a spot,” I joke as he backs out of the threshold of our dressing room. Leaning against the doorframe I watch him disappear into his assigned dressing room with a small smile still lingering on my features.

“Just getting to know each other my ass!”

“What the heck was that?”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to wingman you?”

“Do you even need a wingman after something like that?”

Turning on my heel, I face the bunch of insatiable dancers and shake my head in disbelief.

“We were just acting, you guys.”

“Liar.”

“Excuse me?”

“Maybe you were acting, but he sure as hell wasn’t. Did you see the way he was looking at you? He is totally in love with you.” Ella shakes me by my shoulders.

“He’s just a really good performer is all.”

“When is your next date?” she completely ignores me.

“Okay-”

“Oh, and I want to be the maid of honor at your wedding-”

“It was just a song, Ella.”

“-Oh my god you guys are gonna have the cutest kids! I mean, your hair with his eyes and cheekbones? Ahh! The cutest.”

***

A/n: the way that being on tour isn’t the most unrealistic part of this fic, but instead Owen actually knowing the lyrics is? Work diva.

Taglist: @caitsymichelle13 @kaitlyn2907 @itz-jas @crybabyddl @kcd15 @kinda-really-lost @calamitykaty @morganayenneferburnham @n0wornever @dream-a-little-bigger-x @mrstodorooki @vicesvsvirturesfanfic @curlybrownhairedboys @amazinggracy @kaitieskidmore1 @asdfghjkl-fanfics @ghostlygreenbean @juliefromaustralia @merceret @jemimah-b99 @ifilwtmfc @thesweetestsinner @imsydneywalker @lovesanimals @thebloodthirstyvampress @bumbleberry-pie @losers-club6 @tefilovesreading @dmcfarland1@joynerxmercer @kexrtiz @talk-on-the-street @phantompogues @konciousdreamer @sunsetcurvej @warmnesss0ul @celestialmolina @lilyjoyner

207 notes · View notes

scented-morker · 3 years

Text

h o t e l k e y

1.6k words chenle x fem!reader fluff, humour, suggestive based off of the song “hotel key” by old dominion (ik ik a country song gross)

“it makes her think of me, and that night we left our hearts on our sleeves and our clothes all over the floor”

You find yourself releasing yet another deep sigh as your father beckons you from across the ballroom, but you still put in your brightest smile as you make your way through the heavy throng of people, preparing to be introduced to yet another business associate who's name you'll forget way before the end of the night.

"This is my daughter, Y/N"

He was already gesturing and introducing you by the time you made it to the place next to him, and you accepted the hand of the older man standing in front of you.

"Oh she's grown very well, such a pretty girl"

"You aren't the only one to think so, she was recently crowned Queen of the Seoul Pageant, you're looking at a future Miss Korea"

You tried to keep yourself from cringing as your father blatantly boasted about you, hoping the other man would pretend not to notice.

He didn't, instead he did something even worse.

"Oh that's great, my son is about the same age, he just performed his third concert at the Golden Hall of Vienna"

You could see your father controlling his face as to not appear impressed, but when the other man turned around to find his son, you got the pointed look you knew meant 'be better than whatever his child is'.

The man turns back around and you pretend to pay attention while he introduces his son who isn't there yet, the exact same thing your father did.

At the end of his sentence a boy your age approaches, and it might be the first time you've actually been interested in something going on all night.

Because my goodness, he is gorgeous.

"Chenle, this is Mr.Y/L/N"

He shakes your fathers hand and you can't spot a single thing he does that is less than perfect.

"I was just telling him about your concert a few weeks ago"

There's a flicker of something in his eyes and you think maybe he feels the same thing as you, though he quickly recovers into the golden boy he's expected to be.

"Oh I hope you weren't bragging, it wasn't anything that special"

"Now don't be so humble Mr.Chenle, that is very impressive"

You laid on the charm you knew your father wanted, and his short nod of confirmation validated your thoughts.

It seemed that Chenle hadn't noticed you until the words left your mouth, and his eyes seemed to shine when he did.

"You are very beautiful Miss.L/N"

"She's going to be Miss Korea"

You made sure only Chenle could see your small eye roll as your fathers launched into another round of 'my-child-is-better-than-yours".

"How about I get the lovely lady a drink?"

Both of your fathers seem thrilled by the idea, and you weren't going to pass on an opportunity to get away, so you politely nodded and let him lead you away.

"You are an angel, thank you for saving me from that conversation"

He laughed at your immediate character switch, "I hope you weren't there for too long before I got there to save you".

"Doesn't even matter, as long as we're safe now"

He laughed at your dramatic phrasing, walking straight past the bar and towards the front door.

"You wanna get out of here"

"I thought you'd never ask"

He pulled you along with him out the doors, getting his car from the valet and driving out onto the main road.

You inhaled the scent of lemon and new car while you fiddled with the radio, Chenle tapping his fingers on the arm rest while he spoke out loud about ideas of where you could go.

By the time you pull up to some random fancy hotel, you're both laughing to the point of stomach pain, and you don't know why but you had never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly.

"Hello I'd like an executive suite"

You zoned out while he spoke to the woman at the counter, and was only pulled back in when he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you towards his body.

You looked up with wide eyes, but a quick scan of the scene told you what was going on, and your eyes narrowed at where the female worker had her hand still hovering over Chenle's chest, obviously having just been removed from an attempt at flirting. The current contact you had with the boy and the two pairs of eyes on you told you that he had used you as a cover, and he had obviously said something, something they were both waiting for you to respond to.

"I'm pregnant"

They both looked at you, the woman's eyes wide with horror, Chenle's wide with bewilderment, probably at why that was your panicked response.

You looked up to meet his eyes and you both immediately broke into loud laughs, Chenle swiping the key cards from the counter as you both ran towards the first hallway, his hand holding yours the entire way.

When you finally stepped out of the elevator and made it to your suite, there were tears dried on your face from laughing so hard, and Chenle was still teasing you.

"I'm pregnant," his words were once again cut off by his laughter and you smacked his chest as you inserted the card into the door and yanked it open, throwing yourself onto the bed while he came in still laughing.

He tossed himself next to you, turning onto his side and propping his chin on his hand to looks at your face.

"I told her that we had just gotten married and needed a room" he wiggled his eyebrows as you laughed, mirroring his actions as you turned to look at him in the same manner.

"Well I said I was pregnant, so at least she won't get the wrong idea about what we're doing up here"

"Oh yeah? What do you think she's thinking?"

His voice gets softer and he leans in towards your face, to the point where your lips are only centimeters away.

"You know"

"No I don't think I do?"

"The devils tango. The sideways salsa. The no pants dance. Hanky panky"

He had lost it by the first euphemism, but you kept going, although making him laugh that hard while being so close proved to be a bad idea, and you felt his head hit yours before you had the chance to move away.

"I was going to kiss you but after that I don't think I want to"

He barely got the words out between his laughs and you acted offended, although disappointment was the real emotion you were feeling.

"Why? Because I'm too funny?"

"Yeah, uh-huh that's totally it"

He had finished his laughing fit and was able to speak clearly, a smile on his face while he rolled his eyes, continuing his path back to your lips.

You were barely a millimeter apart when your phone started ringing, both of your groans echoing throughout the room while you blindly reached for the device.

"Where are you? I cant find you and Chenle's father seems to not be able to locate him either. You better be making smart decisions. I'll let you go this time but we've got another party next week and you will be there the entire time"

Your fathers voice was loud through the phone, and you were sure Chenle heard every word.

"Ugh" you let out an angry groan as the voicemail finished, throwing the device somewhere across the room.

"Why do they always do this?"

Chenle got a similar text from his father, and now both of you were mad, knees touching as you sat angrily on the hotel bed.

"What do you think they'd do if we just ran away?"

He looked at you in amusement, not a single ounce of surprise in his gaze.

"I've thought about it, leave the city"

"Maybe the country" you added, and chenle let out a melodic laugh, content to sit in some random hotel with you and talk about running away together.

But that wasn't what you wanted right now.

Right now the thought on both of your minds was to make you fathers mad.

“You better kiss me before we get interrupted again”

You don’t have to tell him twice, within a second his lips are crashing into yours, tongues clashing and hands grabbing at whatever they can reach, both of you trying to contain your smiles at the feeling of freedom.

When you woke up the next day the alarm on the side table read 3:00 and a laugh left you mouth as you woke up the boy next to you.

“Chenle we were supposed to check out three hours ago”

His eyes widen but he joins in your laughter anyway, both rushing around the room to locate your belongings.

The same check in lady at the desk from yesterday glares at you as you run through the halls, and since you paid yesterday you thankfully don’t have to speak to her, Chenle just throwing the key card down on the front desk and running with you in his arms towards his car.

He was too busy dismissing calls from his father and screaming along with the radio to notice the way you slipped the other key card into your small purse.

“we both know we can’t open the door no more, but she kept the hotel key”

#nct dream fluff #nct dream oneshots #nct dream scenarios #chenle #chenle x reader #chenle scenarios #chenle fluff #chenle suggestive #chenle oneshots #nct chenle #nct chenle scenario

72 notes · View notes

hopelesshawks · 3 years

Note

We already talked about this in dms but like👀 Keigo and a female reader that he thinks is just all cute and shit. But nah she’s actually one of the best dancers in japan and specializes in badass and sexy dances

I went down such a rabbit hole picking out the choreo for this for zero reason 💀💀💀 but man am I here for it. For those curious what I pictured writing this it’s this dance at time code 7:27 choreography is by Jojo Gomez

It’s an 18+ one y’all, minors dni. Warnings for dom/sub dynamics, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, hand jobs, light edging, light nipple play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, minor praise kink

“So when are you finally gonna seal the deal with (y/n)?” Mirko asks Hawks one day as they walk their usual patrol route. It’s a quiet day and quiet days always made Mirko more likely to pry. “Seal the deal?” Hawks asks. “Y’know... Do the devil’s tango? Make the beast of two backs? Teach her the birds and the bees?” Mirko teases, wiggling her eyebrows and crowding into his personal space. Hawks rolls his eyes hard and shoves her out of his space, not that it deters her. “It’s not like that,” he tells his nosy friend but she just scoffs in response. “Don’t play like you don’t want to get all up on her, Hawks. You go to that cafe she works at every night after your shift and I’m pretty sure you don’t even like coffee,” Mirko points out. “I like coffee,” Hawks retorts mulishly. “No you don’t.” “Drop it Mirko.” “Oh c’mon! It’ll be easier if you just admit it.” “Fine! She’s adorable, you happy?” Hawks finally huffs, red tinting his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence before Mirko responds but it’s not quite the response Hawks is expecting. “Wait you think (y/n)... is adorable?” Mirko asks. “What do you mean? She is!” Hawks replies defensively. “Relax tough guy, adorable just isn’t the word I’d use to describe her,” Mirko shrugs. “How else would you describe her? She always seems kinda sleepy on her shift and she wears those big oversized sweatshirts,” Hawks elaborates but Mirko continues to look confused by his assessment of you. “Have you never seen her dance before?” Mirko finally asks. “She dances?” Hawks responds.

In Hawks’ personal opinion, Mirko’s reaction is over dramatic. She had stopped in her tracks and stared at him as if he’d sprouted a third head or announced an early retirement. “What?” he asks, even more defensive than before. Mirko heaves a sigh as if Hawks’ ignorance is her greatest source of disappointment. “I forget sometimes you live under a rock, Jesus Christ. We really do need to talk about you getting out more for things other than work and creeping on the sexy dancer barista you have a crush on. Why do you think she’s so tired every shift?” Mirko asks in disbelief. “She’s a student isn’t she? I assumed school stuff!” “You really are hopeless.” “Hey!” “She has rehearsal before her shift dummy, she’s tired from practicing.” “How do you know so much about it huh?” “Well for starters her group has literally won competitions so jot that down. And two we follow each other on Twitter.” “Why do I even ask you things?” Hawks laments. “Shut up, I have an idea,” Mirko suddenly grins. “Oh god, what the fuck are you planning now?” Hawks groans. “I think we should pay (y/n) a little visit during rehearsal, don’t you?”

Hawks follows Mirko through the halls of the university rec center with a growing sense of dread. She looks mischievous and that’s usually a sign that Hawks is going to regret whatever he just signed up for. After they round a final corner, Hawks can clearly hear music coming out of a room down the hall labeled rehearsal room B. Hawks and Mirko push through the door right as the song stops and immediately Hawks realizes that this was a mistake. Gone is your oversized hoodie, instead you’re in just a pair of sweats and a sports bra, covered in sweat and chest still heaving from whatever dance you and the two other girls with you had just done. Hawks should’ve just ignored Mirko and waited to look up one of your dances on YouTube in the privacy of his own apartment. “Hey (y/n)!” Mirko calls out cheerily even as Hawks mentally curses her out for dragging him here. Your gaze snaps over to the two of them and immediately you break out into a wide grin, the same one Hawks had been fawning over as cute and precious for the past several weeks. “What are you two doing here?” you ask as your friends grab water. “We were in the neighborhood and I remember you mentioning you rehearse around this time so I figured why not swing by?” Mirko replies and god does Hawks hate her right now. “You guys have perfect timing actually, we’re working on something to the song ‘Ride’ by Ciara and it would be really great to get an outside opinion on it. Would you guys mind sticking around to check it out? I promise it’ll be quick the other girls have something right after this,” you ask the two pros, giving your best puppy dog eyes. Hawks wants to politely decline, he’s having enough trouble keeping himself in check as it is thank you very much, but before he can Mirko is already agreeing and he doesn’t have the heart to shut things down when you look so excited. “Ah amazing!! Ok! Just sit at the front of the room and be our audience!” you beam and Hawks is helpless but to comply.

Hawks’ eyes trace over every inch of your body as you start the music and then get into the starting formation of the dance. Hawks can tell the moment you’ve focused in on performing your choreography because your whole demeanor and energy shifts. It’s commanding and confident and very, very sexy. He’s starting to understand Mirko’s reaction to his earlier description of you because the woman he sees before him now? Well adorable doesn’t quite fit the bill anymore. He’s already half hard in his work pants, much to his chagrin. What would the tabloids say if they knew he was getting this aroused in public? It’s not exactly befitting of the number two hero considering he’s supposed to be a role model for future generations. But could anyone blame him? The way you move your body and swing your hips is mesmerizing. At one point you slowly roll your body down to grind your hips to the floor and it’s impossible for Hawks not to imagine you using that same precise control to grind down onto his dick. He tries to focus on the music instead in hopes it will help him calm down but it only takes a second for him to realize the song is painting the very same image he’s trying desperately to clear from his head. He’s almost positive Mirko is smirking beside him but he can’t focus on her, you’ve captured the entirety of his attention.

Then the chorus hits and Hawks is really in trouble. You’re singing along. You’re singing “they love the way I ride it” and making direct fucking eye contact with him while you swing your hips in a slow, sensual grind and how can he not react to that? His wings flare and puff out instinctively, his cheeks going red, and his dick is now fully erect and leaking precum into his boxers. It would be mortifying if he weren’t too focused on your every move to truly remember his surroundings. Eventually the song ends and even though Mirko stands to go compliment you and your friends on a job well done, Hawks stays rooted in place. He doesn’t dare move as his painfully hard cock twitches in his pants. Sweat drips down your neck and god he wants to lick it off you so goddamn bad he barely even notices you saying bye to Mirko and your friends until the door is shutting behind them.

Hawks hasn’t even fully registered that the two of you are now alone in the room before he’s coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your bare torso. You open your mouth to ask what’s up with him when you suddenly feel his erection against your backside. “Tell me you don’t want this or I won’t be able to stop,” he all but growls against the shell of your ear. “What if I do want it though?” you ask breathlessly as you shamelessly grind your ass back against his throbbing dick. The moan that crawls its way out of his throat in response is guttural, he genuinely can’t think of a time he’s ever been more turned on in his life as he wastes no time spinning you around to face him and pressing you up against the wall. “You knew what you were doing didn’t you?” he asks before dropping his nose down to run along your jaw. You shudder as he licks a long stripe up your neck, delighting in the salty taste of your sweat. “Maybe?” you hedge at first but then he bites the column of your throat hard enough you’re sure it’ll leave a mark and you can’t help but whimper. He draws back to look you in the eye, his pupils blown so wide they’ve almost completely consumed his golden irises. “Don’t lie to me little dove,” he warns. “I may have gone a little harder than usual because you were watching me,” you admit and it’s apparently the right answer as Hawks all but chirps his satisfaction before leaning down to press a bruising kiss to your lips that has you melting. One of his hands slides up to grasp and squeeze one of your breasts but even that is not enough for him and in the next moment one of his feathers glides in to swiftly cut your sports bra off entirely. You’re about to protest but the words die in your throat as Hawks starts pinching and twisting one of your nipples. “Does that feel good little dove?” he asks and all you can do is let your head fall back against the wall and nod your approval.

Hawks takes advantage of your head’s position to resume leaving marks on your exposed neck as his free hand snakes its way into your sweatpants and panties. As his fingers finally reach your dripping sex you feel him moan against the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re so wet for me already,” he notes as he slowly slides a finger inside of you. “Want you, need you,” is all you can keen as he drags his one finger torturously slowly inside of you. “Want me that bad love?” Hawks teases and your answering nod is almost frantic as he inserts another finger and takes careful note of the way you squirm. “Use your words,” he commands. “I want you so bad Hawks please,” you beg but even as he uses his thumb to lightly brush against your sensitive clit he still doesn’t budge. “I don’t know, you were so naughty teasing me so much in front of Mirko and your friends. Do you understand how turned on I was?” he asks but you can only whimper in response. You jerk your hips forward in desperate search of more friction or movement or something but all that accomplishes is Hawks using the hand not currently buried inside you to hold your hips still. “I want you to feel how turned on your little show made me little dove. Can you do that?” he asks. “Y-yes,” you moan before obediently reaching one hand out to feel his hardened length through his pants. God he’s so big, and it only emphasizes to you how much you want him inside you. “Not gonna get much done from there, little dove, don’t be shy. I want you to feel me, feel the cock you’re so fucking desperate for,” he growls, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you to emphasize his point. It’s so good but it’s not nearly enough so you fumble with the belt and button of his pants until finally, finally you can slip your hand past the waistband and into his boxers to grasp firm hold of his weeping cock.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a devastating rhythm, your hands moving in sync to drive both of you towards your respective climaxes. Your moans echo around the small practice room and it’s music to Hawks’ ears. You’re close, so close, right on the precipice of orgasm when suddenly Hawks is leaning in to whisper into your ear a simple command: “Stop.” His hand stops moving and then he slowly extracts his fingers from inside you. You whine at the loss, pussy desperately clenching around nothing but you obediently stop your hand's movement. "Don't look so disappointed, I thought you wanted my dick," Hawks teases. "I do, fuck, I do," you groan. "Be specific. What do you want?" "I want your dick inside me, please Hawks I'm begging, I want it so bad," you whine. What a pretty sight you make squirming and whining for him. Hawks thinks he could watch you like this forever but even he is starting to get impatient so he decides to finally give you what you want. He shoves his own pants and boxers down low enough for his dick to spring out of its confines, the head flushed red and glistening with precum. Meanwhile his feathers push down your own sweatpants and panties as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, eager to finally feel his hardened length inside you. He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders and places his hands on your waist. "Hop up pretty girl," he commands and you eagerly obey, allowing him to lift you and then wrapping your legs around his waist to further support you weight. "Ready?" he asks. "God, yes Hawks please," you groan as he lines himself up with your waiting entrance. Hawks complies with an almost feral grin, wasting no time in shoving himself fully inside you. You groan as his thick length stretches you open but the slight burn feels so good as he fills you up. "You're doing so good for me, baby. So good," he praises and you practically purr your satisfaction. "P-please. Move," you moan and Hawks doesn't need to be told twice as he begins fucking into you in earnest. All words are lost between the two of you, the only language you need being the moans, groans, whimpers, and whines the two of you pull out of each other. As he drills into you harder and harder you rapidly feel yourself once again approaching climax. "Hawks I'm gonna-" you start but he cuts you off. "Me too baby, hold out a little longer and we'll cum together ok?" he ask. "Ok," you whimper, trying so hard to be good for him. Just a few long deep strokes later he finally gives you permission to cum and almost immediately you cry out his name, clenching and squeezing around him as he tumbles into his own climax. His groan is long and low as he spills his seed inside you and you relish each and every moment of it.

As the two of you finally come down from your highs Hawks carefully sets you back down on the ground. "Shit," he swears. "You can say that again," you laugh breathlessly. "Maybe I should invite you to more rehearsals from now on," you joke. "I'd much rather you give me a private show at my place," he replies easily. "I think I can make that work." "Good." "When would you like your first performance?" "How about now? You were just bragging about how much 'they' like it when you ride it. Time to put your money where your mouth is." "I'd like nothing more."

#ahh this took me so long to write and it ended up so long lmao #this probably could've been a one shot in retrospect but oh well #it's here now lmao #complete and utter filth I hope you enjoy #hhrequests #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x fem!reader #hopeless.olivia #hopeless.thirst

112 notes · View notes