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mackeydoodledoo · 3 months

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The Florals: Chapter 10 (Final)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x (Fem MC)Reader

Summary: You and your best friends are one of the most popular local bands. After a gig you meet the bartender, who has caught your eye and interest.

Chapter Warnings: NSFW

A/n: Thanks for joining me on my longest Wanda series! Sorry this took me FOREVER to finish

Chapter Key: Italic = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text Messages

Chapter Theme: Focus - Allie X

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The five of walk into the city’s most recommended bar; all eyes lay upon the five of you. However, the bar patrons erupt into a cheer. You all look up to some of the TVs that were now streaming the the performance.

“Is this what... Fame feels like?” Lark basks in the praise

“Hey, humble yourself before you get humbled,” You state, lightly pushing them by their shoulder

“Yeah yeah whatever,” They sigh, “But, we won guys! Let’s celebrate it!”

+*+

As you were conversing with fans and patrons alike, you feel your phone in the back of your pocket. You dismiss yourself from the conversation. You step outside onto the patio and look down at your phone.

From Wanda

You open your message inbox from her but immediately press it against your chest. Slowly but surely, you ease the pressure against your phone from your chest to get a better look at the image.

It was clear that Wanda was sitting in the bathtub, hinting that she was nude. But, wasn’t considered a nude if she was intentionally covering her bare chest with her arm.

She's going to be the end of me...

Hurry back to me ;)

Was the only caption.

Don’t need to tell me twice.

You immediately lock your phone and shove it back into your pocket: making your way back into the bar to leave.

“In a rush Strel?” Lark catches you

“Girlfriend calls,” You say

Lark smirks at you, knowing full well that it was just more than your girlfriend wanting you to come back. You didn’t even need to show her the text she sent you.

“Don’t. Say. A. Word,” You grit your teeth at your friends

“Well, don’t keep her waiting man! Go!” Poppy slaps your shoulder

Immediately you call for an uber to drive you back to the hotel...

+*+

As soon as you inserted the keycard into the the door lock, you walk into an empty, dark room.

Is Wanda still bathing?...

You look down at the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door; pitch black as well.

Hmm... Where is she?...

All of a sudden you feel fingers trickle themselves around your hips and link together at the arms.

“Kept me waiting long enough,” Wanda sighs against your shoulder

“Sorry, there was some traffic,” You sigh

She takes your hand and begins to trace the veins in your hands. She walks around to see you. As you put your hands around her, you felt satin...

“Wands... What are you wearing?” You ask

The both of you were basically in the dark, so you used your touch. You note on how well you could feel the curve of her waistline.

She smiles and bites her lip. She pinches at your flannel and begins walking backwards. Her eyes never leaving yours as she guides you towards the bed.

*Wanda’s POV* You seat yourself at the edge of the bed.

“Wands, if you wanted me to top you again, you could’ve... Just...”

Her voice trails off as she watches you reach for the knot keeping your robe together. Slowly you tug at one of the ends and slowly unravel the bow: the satin covering your legs begins to fall at your sides as you raise your legs up.

“W-Wands.. I...” Strelitzia’s mouth hangs agape.

You reach out to pinch her flannel and drag her down to crash your lips onto hers. You wrap your legs around her midsection for her to settle. You let out a light gasp as her arms coil around your hips, pressing your bodies against each other. You shove the robe off your arms and wrap your hands around her neck to deepen the kiss.

“Strelitzia...” You purr into her touch

Her free hand slowly trails up your torso to the outer curve of your breast.

“You missed- You missed a spot,” You sigh into a smirk, biting your lip

“Oh?” She asks, smirking back, “Where would that be?”

You take her free hand into yours, slowly bringing it right on top of your perked breast.

“Right there,” You smile

Your head tilts back as her hand closes around it. Strelitzia slowly lays you down on the bed as her bright hair begins to give off a faint glow; all you see before she places a kiss around your naval area.

“Wanda...” She sighs

You hiss as she kisses her way up your body.

*Strelitzia’s POV* Her taste...

As you slowly tease her as you kiss your way up her body. You slowly lift your head to look at her before burying your head between your hair and her body. You curl your finger under the hem of Wanda’s bra and lift it enough for the curve of her breast to be visible.

“HAh!” Wanda gasps as you place a kiss at the curve

You were nearly expecting something to go off. However, as you were continuing to kiss her breast, making your way to her nipple, nothing. Wanda reaches around her back and unhooks her bra. You felt her hand press against your shoulder as she sits up: sliding down to kneel in front of her.

“Wanda...” Your voice trails off as your eyes travel down to her bare chest, then back up to her green eyes

Without even veering your eyes away from hers, you wrap your arms around her hips and pull her to sit at the very edge of the bed; your chin resting meticulously in the crease between her breasts.

"Your heart’s beating really fast,” You smile

“I can’t help it if you’re the problem,” She smiles back

“Can’t be a problem if you’re enjoying it right?” You ask

Your hands trail up to her chest as your lips move toward her nipple. Your mouth enclosing around it; slowly giving it a kiss.

“Strel,” She sighs

You continue to feel her up and down as your mouth continues to taste her smooth skin. You pull her further towards you as she begins to wrap her legs around the middle of your back, her fingers coiling into your hair. One of your free hands travels up to her other breast and your hand clamps down on it.

“Strel,” She sighs again

Wanda grabs the collar of your flannel and yanks on it: kissing you. Her hands trail down your torso, slowly unbuttoning each button to your flannel.You pull her into you as she slides her fingers down your arms, stripping your flannel off. You pull away, only for a minute to take it off. Reattaching your hands right on her, connecting your lips once more.

*Wanda’s POV* Still holding Strelitzia by her lips and her neck, your hand trails down to her forearm; slowly trailing it down your body. Lower... And lower....

“Wanda,” She pulls away, gently pulling her arm away, “Are... Are you?...”

“More sure than anything,” You smile, pulling her arm back

Her fingers reach under the waistband of your panties. You twitch at the new feeling. Your grip on her forearm tightens as the palm of her fingertip finds its way to your clit.

“Hmm,” You you hum against Strelitzia’s neck

“How does it feel?” She asks

“So... So good,” You moan, smiling

“Then... How about this?” She asks

You felt her finger move lower until...

“AH!” You hiss in pain

“Shit!” She yelps

You felt her beginning to remove her finger entirely. Until you grip her forearm, prompting her finger to remain where it was.

“I’m... I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you that.. That...” You try to form words

“Wands,” She calms you

Her other hand gently caresses the small of your back.

“It’s okay,” She smiles, “Just... Try to relax as much as possible.”

You nod as you readjust yourself back into a comfortable position in Strelitzia’s embrace. However, there was no movement between the both of you. However, you watch her move her head to look at you in the eyes.

“I love you, Wanda,” She says

Your heart thumps in your chest.

“I.. I...” You begin

But your arms move faster than your mouth can form sentences. Your arms coil around her neck and you crash your lips against hers. You felt the familiar pain; letting out a groan and unknowingly bunching her hair on the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry baby,” She whispers into your ear, “I got you.”

Your grip on her ceases as she slowly pumps her finger in and out. Your hand reaches down to hers and you guide one of her fingers towards your wet entrance.

“It feels good now Strel,” You smile

She nods, and doesn't take her eyes off of you as you felt her second finger slowly insert itself into you.

“I got you, love,” She continues to whisper into your ear

“Strelitzia...” You moan right back into hers

Every thrust she gave, the knot in your stomach grew tighter.

“Mmm,” You moan

Your grip on her tightens. Your hand instantly grips at her forearm, making her slow down.

“W-Wait Strel....” You pant, slightly pushing her forearm back

“What’s wrong?” She asks, genuinely concerned

You don't answer her as you take her arm and slightly let out a groan when her fingers exit your dripping sex.

“Taste me,” You say

She chuckles as she begins to lift her fingers to her mouth. However, you take her hand and lick your residue off of her fingers.

*Strelitzia’s POV* You watch with half-lidded eyes as her tongue weaves between each finger; precise to clean your fingers off.

God is she experienced?.... That’s so fucking hot... She’s fucking hot...

“Use your mouth,” She says, smirking, “On me...”

She leans back into the bed, her elbows propping her up.

*Wanda’s POV* You use one leg to bring Strelitzia further forward. You could feel her breath sitting against your still-dripping sex.

“It’s hot when you tell me what to do,” She smirks

She wraps her arms under your thighs and leans to one side, softly giving it a kiss.

“God hurry up,” You sigh

“You can’t rush good music love,” She smiles

You reach down to your waistband however, Strelitzia’s hands grab you at the wrists.

“You told me what to do, Now I have to put in the work,” She says, “Relax baby.”

Her fingers hook around the waistband. You watch her lift them off of your legs and toss them over her shoulder. She adjusts your legs to sit on her shoulders as she draws herself into you. Closer... And closer... Until...

“Oh...” You moan

You felt a kiss... And another.... And another. You reached down to grab a fistful of hair in your hands. Strelitzia lets out a groan; vibrating against you.

“Strelitzia...” You sigh, throwing your head back against the bed

“God you taste....” Strelitzia attempts to find words

You lift your head to look down just as she looks up at you.

“I love you,” You finally bring yourself to say

She pulls her mouth away and stares up at you.

“I. Love. You.” You caress her cheek

Her head dives back down between your legs.

“I love you!...” You continue repeating until the knot in your stomach pulled; unraveling it

As you climb down from your high, you felt arms wrap around you. The feeling of being moved. You didn’t process everything until you felt Strelitzia put the both of you underneath the blankets.

*Strelitzia’s POV* You open your eyes randomly, waking up to the familiar surroundings of the hotel room. However, something felt different from it. There wasn’t another extra bed with two of your friends sleeping on the bed in question. The room felt a little colder than usual.

“Strelitzia?...” A familiar voice stirs

The familiar voice gets you to register where you were. You turn over to see Wanda Maximoff in the same bed as you. Her eyes looking up at you.

“Everything okay?” She asks

“Yeah,” You smile

You turn around and coil the brunette into your arms.

“I love you,” Wanda sighs

“I love you too,” You stare down at her

You lean down to her and give her a gentle kiss. Only pulling away when you hear frantic knocks at the door.

“Wands? Have you... Is... Strel in there with you?...” Lark’s voice comes from the other side

The both of you frantically hop out of the bed and search for each others’ clothes.

“Y-yeah I’m in here guys,” You say

“Holy shit Strelitzia Bates bagged Wanda Maximoff!” Lark begins to make “fun” of you

“For the record she bagged me months ago Lark,” Wanda smiles

“Okay, now you two hurry up! We’re going to leave around noon!” Pine chimes in

+Many Months Later...+

You pull up to the venue: drumsticks in one hand, your girlfriend holding onto your other hand.

“About time you two got here,” Lark smiles

“Shut up,” You sigh, “We’re here aren’t we?”

“Come on, we’re about to warm up!” They gesture to follow you

“Wands, you got your pass?” You quickly turn to her

She holds it up next to her face, smiling.

“Great,” You smile, giving her a quick kiss

“See you after our set,” You smile

She smiles and nods.

The five of you continued to play at the Banks’ theatre like always. However, began hosting more artists other than your own.

+*+

“Ahh, you’re here,” Rose smiles, seating you onto the lounge couch

“What’s... What’s this about?” You ask

You look around to your bandmates, but then see a man on the other end.

“Who... Who is this?” You ask, looking to your bandmates

“Silas Howl, Founder of Howl records,” Poppy states, “One of the best record labels in our state...”

Your eyes go wide...

“Mr. Howl, what do we owe this pleasure?” You ask

“I have come with a proposal,” He begins, “Considering how you ladies won a competition back in June, and your previous endeavors, I would like to sign you all to my record label and start an EP.”

The five of you look at him; in awe. Your band is going to get signed to a record label... And start making music.

You look around to your friends; all of them laying their eyes on you to make the decision. Certainty in their eyes.

“We would love to Mr. Howl,” You smile

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #Elizabeth Olsen #Scarlet Witch #scarlet witch x fem!reader #female reader #marvel #girl band

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kisses-galore · 8 months

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Emily I'm Sorry - Laura Lee (pt1?)

( not proofread )

( no crash ) ( r and laura lee are 21 ) ( inspired by "Emily Im Sorry" By Boygenius but like it doesn't really follow it )

warning(s): mentions of drinking, cussing, arguing, and more i think tell me if i forgot something

Laura Lee x fem!reader

tags: @g1rlsriot

plot: r and laura lee are what you would call high school sweethearts. they've been together for six years. throughout those years they have started to argue more. the arguments being about the littlest things. even the stupidest things. at one-point laura lee has had enough of it and decides to break up with r. r then drunkenly calls laura lee and asks her to come pick her up from the local bar. laura lee of course says she'll do it. what happens when r wants to get back together with laura lee?

(btw this is pretty short so there may be a part two)

Omniscient p.o.v It's about four in the morning and laura lee was awoken by y/n getting ready for work.

"Can you just please be a little quieter? I have work at six." Laura Lee said. "My fucking bad I was just trying to get ready." Y/N responded. "Okay well you didn't have to respond like that." Laura lee scoffed sitting up. "I'm not the one complaining." Y/N said. "I'm just asking you to be quieter. I have to work a 12-hour shift." Laura Lee said. "Well go back to sleep then. Fuck." Y/N replied. Laura Lee rolled her eyes and laid back down. Y/N then continued getting ready walking out of their shared bedroom.

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"I was just out with some friends!" Y/N yelled. "You could've at least told me you were going to the bar! You had me worried." Laura Lee said. "I don't have to tell you my every fucking move!" Y/N said. "Well, I'm fucking sorry for caring for your wellbeing." Laura Lee then said sitting on the couch. "You can care for my wellbeing but fucking bombarding me when I walk through the god damn door is just fucking dumb." Y/N talked. "You know what no I'm done arguing with you. It's always my fault every time. I'm done. I'm done with your bullshit and acting like you can't take care of yourself. Because guess what sometimes you can't." Laura Lee told Y/N. Tears forming in her eyes.

"Wow so now you're crying. Plus, I can take care of myself alright? It's not my fault you think I can't. I'm not a fucking child." Y/N said angrily. "Sometimes you fucking act like one! Every single fucking time. And I'm the one that has to take care of you!" Laura Lee said sounding more angry then sad now. "Get out." She added. "What?" Y/N asked confused. "I said get out. Leave I'll get you an uber and a hotel but get the fuck out." Laura Lee said answering Y.N.

Y/N just stayed silent nodding. "Fine..." She said getting a bag and putting some clothes in it.

'Was this it? Did I fuck up this bad?' Y/N Thought. "I'll give you the rest of your clothes tomorrow." Laura Lee said.

'Fuck.'

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Laura Lee's p.o.v

I was sleeping but was waken up when I heard my phone ringing. I picked it up seeing Y/N's contact. I answered it. "Hello?" I asked. "Hey uhm by any chance could you possibly pick me up? Uh I know it's late, so you don't have too if you don't-" She said but I cut her off. "Yeah, I'll pick you up. Just send me your location." I spoke.

Then a few seconds later I got a message. It was Y/N's location. "I'll be there in a couple of minutes." I spoke. "Alright." I heard y/n say.

I got up put my shoes on, got my keys and went to my car.

I got to the bar y/n was at about ten minutes after she called me. I looked around for her and saw her. Parking my car, I unbuckled and got out. Walking over to her I said nothing. I walked her to the car and told her to get in the back. She got into the back laying down. I started to drive back home and looked in the rearview mirror. I noticed she was sleeping. She was peaceful. I missed this. I missed her.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #gxg #laura lee #laura lee yellowjackets #laura lee x reader #🌹 kai writes

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samanthaandlife · 23 days

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Spring Break

I went down to Ft. Lauderdale for Spring Break with a few friends. We have had a nice time being away from school and blowing off some steam. I’m the only single one in the group and everyone has been trying so hard to get a guy form me that it has become almost laughable. There have been a few that caught my eye but nothing materialized until last night. We were all out at one of the many places on the beach, well across the street from the beach. This guy Paul started hitting on me, I was pretty drunk, so I just went with it and we started having a good time at the bar. My friends understood but kept a close eye on me, per my request. It didn’t take long before we were staggering out the door, I waved off my friends, and to the beach we went. In the dark of the night, with the waves crashing, I gave Paul my best effort blowjob. It was quick and my needs were only just beginning to rise so it was decided that his room had the best chance for peace. We had to walk several blocks to get to his hotel but this was probably good, giving him some time to reload. The sex was great, he definitely hit my reset button! However, no matter how much persuasion and attention I gave him, no third time was going to happen. I guess I got spoiled in the past, I was definitely disappointed, and I know he was as well. I felt kinda bad for him but without any more promises of sex, I got dressed and got an Uber back to my hotel.

Everyone was a sleep when I got back to the room but hearing me enter woke everyone and I had to repot on the night. I know my students are going to be happy because the wicked witch won’t be returning with as many built up frustrations as she normally has! It’s been a good break but now we fly home. I had hoped to for some attention but never really expected it, this girl is going home feeling very good about herself!

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rina-writes · 2 years

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House Call

Summary: You get a call in the middle of the night from Neelam saying Jack needs you and you come to the rescue.

Warning: Fem!reader, 18+ soft smut (oral male!receiving oral fem!receiving, squirting, penetration) fluffy

You looked at the text message on your phone and then back at the hotel room number. This was definitely the right room, but no one was answering the door. You briefly wondered if this was some kind of prank, but you knew Neelam wasn’t like that. If she was calling you at 11pm because she thought Jack needed you, it was serious. As his manager and his friend, Neelam sounded incredibly concerned when she explained that an Uber would bring you to Jack’s hotel in a few minutes. You weren’t completely sure if it was because you were Jack’s only fling in the area. But, Jack never outsourced his booty call before.

You knocked on the hotel door a couple times. You made sure to hit your knuckles against it harder this time. If Jack had spoken to you through the door you definitely couldn’t hear him. The sound of your heart thundering in your chest was deafening. You swallowed on nothing as the seconds ticked away.

The door swung open, the light from the expansive hallway illuminating the room. The room wasn’t completely dark, but the lighting was low. There was only a single light on giving it a warm, bronzy glow. Jack stood slightly behind the door to give you space to walk in. He looked tall and wide standing there. He had a grin on his face, showing the top row of his straight teeth. There was the ghost of his dimple on his cheek, threatening to pop out more with just the right quip that would make Jack laugh. He had a nervous habit of stroking his chin and tugging on his chestnut colored beard when he didn’t know what to say. You bit your lip worried he would pull it off.

You stepped toward him and rested your hand on his wrist. He stared down at his own fingers, loosening the grip on his beard before letting his pale blue eyes dance toward yours. You swallowed. His eyes looked so sad. The smile that had stretched across his face didn’t make it to his eyes and it created a gnawing feeling in your chest. Jack let go of the door causing it to slam shut. He pulled you into a tight hug, bending to put his face in the crook of your neck. You hugged him back, blinking with wide eyes.

His body felt heavy in your arms. Like he was leaning on you and letting go of everything he was holding inside. You held him tighter, trying to prove that you could hold him up. Jack responded by wrapping his arms around you even tighter. You both stayed like that for awhile. You glanced around the room, trying to ignore the way your heart was quickening each time Jack’s breath tickled your neck. His smell was intoxicating - a mix of his cologne and his hair products from his curls being pressed into your face.

“Are you okay, Jack?” You asked, your voice coming out a bit shaky.

“I’m better now that you’re here…” He mumbled against your skin. He straightened his back, staring at you with tired eyes. “...I’m so glad you’re here.”

You could feel yourself getting shy under his gaze. You forced a smile that you were sure came out wobbly from trying not to cheese too hard. “Neelam called me to come over. She said that you needed me right now. I thought that was a little…I dunno…random.”

You laughed awkwardly. Jack pulled back and frowned at you slightly. Now, your chest was pressing against him and you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze. He reached under your chin to tilt your head back with the help of his curled, manicured index finger. He was staring down at you through his long, brown lashes.

“She called you because I asked her to.” Jack clarified. “I was having a crappy day and you were the only person I wanted to see.”

You blinked a couple of times as his words settled in. Just as realization crashed into you, Jack pressed his lips to yours, muffling your response. His lips were pillowy soft in contrast with the strength of their movement. He nipped and pulled at your lips, turning his head to the side periodically to devour more of you. His lips parted and yours followed suit, deepening the kiss and letting your tongues intertwine. You moaned quietly into his mouth. A growl, burrowed in the back of Jack’s throat, vibrated through you in response.

Jack pulled you more into the hotel room and away from the door while not breaking the kiss. You felt like you were chasing his lips, moving to match his speed. Your body was clamoring for the heat emitting from his, even the smallest distance seeming too much. You couldn’t hide the smile on your lips despite the fact that your skin felt like it was on fire. Jack was smiling as well making it harder for your lips to stay together as both your feet zig-zagged across the room.

This wasn’t the first time you kissed Jack. If you decided to sleep together tonight, it wouldn’t be the first time for that either. Like many of Jack’s female friends, you and Jack had a flirtatious relationship. You both met through a mutual friend at a party, hooked up a few weeks later, and then kept in casual contact. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t notice Jack was reaching out to you more lately. Usually your correspondence was limited to sexy photos and asking if you were both in the same city. In the past couple of months, the topic of conversation opened significantly. He would ask you about what you were doing, ask about work/school, and check in on friends or family you referenced in previous conversation.

The biggest shift was last month when Jack called you to ask you about some song lyrics he had written. At the time, you had mixed feelings about it. You were so used to FaceTime being sexy time that you felt stupid for delaying his call so you could change into something more “appropriate”. After commenting on how good you looked Jack went into reciting his lyrics and gauging your reaction. There was no melody so, it was like going to a poetry reading. If you were honest, it was a buzz kill. You thought you were over the days of listening to a boy’s art to get some. But you did your best to focus. To your knowledge, Jack didn’t ask anyone outside of his label or PG for that kind of advice. You gave him your sincere feedback, most of it positive and all of it constructive. He thanked you sincerely and wished you a good night before hanging up. It made you feel special, but not in a romantic way. As you laid back on your bed, you wondered if you had been officially friendzoned by Jack. All of his female friends had warned you about it. In fact, they thought it would happen sooner. Regardless, everyone in Jack’s circle seemed to know it was coming and you had been preparing for it. As best as you could.

When Neelam reached out to you tonight, you couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope that you made still be in hook up purgatory. A welcome like this was an even bigger pick me up -- he was clearly still very attracted to you. At the same time, you were confused. Jack basically confessed that you were the only one who could comfort him in his time of need. It caused the hope of a budding romance to bloom inside of you. All this time, you had forced yourself to be content with your “promotion” from fling to friend, but girlfriend was something you never thought you would get from Jack.

And maybe you never would.

This was Jack Harlow. He chose success over everything else. He had the lives and dreams of his friends and family riding on his back. A romance just created one more person for him to take care of. So, Jack opted for hook ups to take care of his needs without the commitment. As much as you understood his side, you knew that if you allowed yourself to play this game of girlfriend responsibilities without a title, you would be the one hurt in the end.

You broke the kiss, fistfuls of Jack’s white tank top in your hands, and looked up at him. You wondered if your own eyes were as lust clouded as his. His pupils were dilated as he pressed his thumbs into the small of your back. You were standing in the space between the arm chair and the bed. Both were appealing options for what you had in mind. As if picking up on your last thought, Jack leaned in to kiss you once more. You pushed him back lightly and he frowned. He looked like a little kid being denied his favorite treat. It was kind of cute.

“We should talk about what you said earlier,” Your voice came out hoarse.

“What did I say?” Jack smirked at you, once again lifting your chin.

Just as he was about to close the distance between you two again, you pushed him into the arm chair behind him. You smiled triumphantly as he looked up at you in surprise.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Harlow.” You folded your arms as you peered down at him, relishing in his expression.

“Well, damn…” Jack laughed, his dimples finally making a full appearance along with his full pearly whites. He ran a hand through his curls and leaned back in the chair staring at you. “Whatever you say, mommy. I’ll be good.”

His jean-clad legs were wide as he gestured for you to sit on his lap, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You obliged, straddling him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lower half into his jeans. You were sure he could feel your warmth through your leggings and his low chuckle confirmed it. His large hands gripped your behind through your leggings, molding it gently. You rolled your hips against him, giggling as he let his head fall back, his eyes rolling with it.

“Damn,” Jack conceded. “You got my attention. But, if you keep that up and I don’t know if I’m going to remember my name in a few seconds. Come on, if you wanna talk, baby, let’s talk.” He was snapping his fingers to signal for you to go faster. His face was scrunched in frustration, his eyes still shut. You would think you were holding his family hostage the way he was forcing himself to focus -- not dry humping him.

You stopped grinding against him and you could see the flickers of regret and disappointment cross Jack’s features. His hands still remained on your behind, keeping you on his lap. You chewed on your lower lip. You had so many questions and with them all swirling through your head you worried that you wouldn’t make sense. The silence made Jack slowly open his eyes. When he saw your face, his features relaxed slightly. Jack reached up and gently pulled your lip from your teeth in the same manner you stopped him from pulling on his beard. His eyes, dark blue in this lighting, had a tenderness to them.

“What happened?” You asked him. Jack let one of his hands reach up to your face, his fingers dancing against your jaw and down your neck with light touches.

“Nothing.” He paused for a moment. “Err...everything.? I don’t know. You ever just have a day where nothing seems to be going right?”

You nodded. Jack leaned in and pressed a kiss to your neck. As if addicted to the the taste of your skin, he did it again and again, each one coming faster than the last. His facial hair scratched and tickled your skin, making you squirm in his lap. He held you, not really stopping your movements, but keeping you from getting too far away from him.

“That’s been my whole week, until right now.” Jack whispered against your skin. “And now that you’re here, I don’t even remember what all those little things were.” He laughed softly.

You sighed as his kissed turned to little nips, your fingers playing in his curls. You felt tears sting your eyes as the sweetness of his words. You were getting nervous. You couldn’t shake this suspicious feeling that you were playing a game, but weren’t quite sure of the rules. And that, somehow, you were already losing.

“Jack, why me?” You asked him, your voice coming out so quietly you worried that he didn’t hear you.

He pulled you close to him, his nose in the crook of your neck. “I wish I knew. I just need you.”

“Like need me how?” You pressed him.

Jack leaned back and you disentangled your fingers from his hair. He sighed deeply as he studied your features. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to memorize them or read your expression. He looked away from you as he spoke.

“I want to f-ck you.” You felt your face heat up with embarrassment. It was a mix of being embarrassed by his bluntness and how you foolishly thought he wanted something more.

Jack continued, “But, I also want to hold you. I want to laugh with you. I want to take care of you. I want to argue with you and then f-ck again…”

He laughed at that last part and you smiled at him in disbelief. Your mouth was dry. You licked your lips waiting for your response to enter your brain, but it was blank. You were overwhelmed with so many emotions: uncertainty and nervousness at the forefront.

Jack’s smile narrowed as he saw the confusion in your eyes. He inhaled deeply before speaking again. “I haven’t been a relationship guy for awhile now. I knew that us being casual wouldn’t last the moment another guy was willing to call you his, fully. And the thought of that just twists my stomach.”

“Are you saying you want to be in a relationship with me, Jack?” You asked him.

Jack nodded, his ears tinting red with a blush. You smiled a bit, trying to twist your mouth to the side to hide your laughter. Was he the one nervous now?

“Now, I know you are not asking me out like that, Jack Harlow.” You said pretending to be upset. “What is this lack luster proposal?”

Jack chuckled, his smile widening. “Y/n, my jewel, my star, my light---”

“Alright alright, that’s enough.” You stopped him, cringing. You started to push away from him, but his hands only reached up to your back to pull you closer.

“-- my heart, my guide, my everything, my world--” He started to kiss your face as he thought of gushier names to throw at you. His laughter filled your ears simultaneously warming you.

“Jack, please, you got me. You called me on my bluff.” You laughed as you protested weakly.

Jack’s lips covered yours in a kiss. It was slower and more sensual than your first one at the door. It was almost like he was kissing you for the very first time. “Y/n Y/l/n, will you give me the chance of being your man? I’m a little out of practice, but I promise to be the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“Yes, Jack.” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jack gripped you tightly as he rested his forehead against yours. Your faces were so close you could barely make out the blue in his eyes, but you could see that they were sparkling. He crashed his lips against yours and you reluctantly pushed him back into the chair. His brows furrowed in confusion, worried that he had done something to hurt you.

“I’m going to show you Mr. Out of Practice, how to properly make love.” You smiled at him reassuringly. You pressed a kiss into his temple, slowly moving down the side of his face with light, but purposefully kisses as you spoke, “I’m going to take care of you tonight.”

Jack swallowed, leaning his head back in the chair. This gave you more access to his chin, his facial hair tickling your lips as you went down to his neck. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed as he gripped the arms of the chair. Your lips worked down to his shoulders, making sure to kiss each sienna brown freckle dusted there. Your hands slowly rubbed circles into his chest, feeling his taut muscles underneath. He was lean and not too buff causing your fingertips to bounce back with a bit of pressure. You slipped your hands beneath his tank top and he raised his arms to help you pull it over his head. You scooted back as far as you could on his lap to kiss his chest.

Your hands roamed his torso and soft sighs escaped Jack’s lips as he relaxed into your touch. You pressed soft kisses on his nipples, while not as sensitive as yours, they still elicited a quick huff from his lips. You played with them gently, nipping the skin all around his chest. You were careful not to leave hickeys, knowing he was showing more skin lately. As much as you wanted to mark him, you knew it would be something you both would regret the next day.

You looked at up at him, please to see his calm expression. Jack always seemed a little tense so seeing him like this gave you a sense of accomplishment. You sat up to kiss his lips. He responded instantly, his lips parting to let you taste him. Your eyes fluttered close and you played with the curls at the base of his neck, giving a little tug every so often. His fingers drummed against your hips as groans left his lips.

“How do you feel?” You whispered.

“Like I’m in heaven.” He chuckled softly, “I’m so bricked up…”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think it over as you slowly raised your body off of him.

You bent down between his legs, caressing his thighs over his jeans. Jack closed his eyes again, allowing himself to enjoy the moment. You unbuckled his belt and he helped you pulled down his pants by lifting his lower half from the seat of the chair. Once you had gotten it down to his knees, he lowered himself back down on the chair. You took your time, unlacing his shoes, pulling off his socks, before sliding his pants down. Jack was subconsciously bouncing his leg with impatience. You kissed his inner thigh as you rubbed the outside, your nails lightly raking themselves through the hair on his skin. You heard Jack mutter something about you being a tease, but you continued your slow ministrations on his other thigh, continuing to take your time.

Finally, your fingers hooked around Jack’s waistband and you heard his breath hitch in his throat. You glanced up to see his blue eyes half open staring down at you. His lips were twitching into a smile as his teeth dug into his lower lip. This wouldn’t be the first time you gave Jack head, but it was going to be a time he would never forget.

You freed his member by pulling down his underwear just enough. It slapped him against the stomach and he grunted. It twitched lightly in the cool air and you cleared your throat to hide your excitement. You reached out and grabbed it firmly so you could keep it still as your bent down to lick the tip. Jack grunted, his hands finding purchase in his own hair as he endured your kitten licks on his sensitive, bright red head. You slowly worked up to rolling your tongue around the tip and then, finally sucking it gently.

Jack swore like a sailor, one hand on the back of your head and the other still in his hair as you took more of him in. The part of his sex that weren’t in your mouth was being gently massaged by your hands that used your saliva as lubricant all the way down.

“Your mouth is going to be the death of me…” Jack choked out between moans. “...you’re so good.”

You hummed in response causing his hips to buck towards you. You used one of your forearms to press them down, still using both hands to pump his member. Using your thumbs, you gently ran up and down the vein on the underside of his cock earning a few high pitched moans from Jack you didn’t know he was capable of. Your eyes darted to his, surprised to see him looking down at you with a bright red blush across his cheeks.

“I’m already close…” He warned you once you made eye contact.

You nodded, bobbing your head and taking more of him in the process. Jack groaned, gripping your hair tighter as he released in your mouth. You closed your eyes as you swallowed, trying to keeping yourself from gagging. You pulled back slowly off his member, tossing your head back to let the rest of his release fall down the back of your throat. You sat back on your heels as you looked at him, licking your lips.

Jack was shaking his head with a smile. “You’re so damn beautiful…” He cooed.

You smiled and stood up. “If I had known this was where this night was going, I would have worn something a bit nicer.” You said as you removed your oversized sweater. When your eyes locked with Jack’s again, he was staring you with admiration.

“You look amazing in everything…” He said, eyeing the lacy black bra you were wearing.

You tossed the sweater on the ground before turning your back to him. You bent forward and slowly pulled your leggings down to reveal your cheeky black panties. They weren’t matching set, but at least they were the same color. Jack leaned over and gave one of your butt cheeks a hard slap making you gasp as you turned around, covering your backside. Jack grinned at you unapologetically.

“I couldn’t resist.” He shrugged.

It was hard to be upset him seeing him naked, his underwear just under his member that was getting harder right before your eyes. You backed up slowly until the back of your thighs hit the bed. You sat on the edge and extended a finger toward him and beckoning for him to come closer.

Jack practically charged at you making you laugh as you fell back on the bed. He hovered over you, a hand on either side of your head helped to cage you in with his large biceps. He grinned at you and pecked you on the forehead.

“My turn, huh?” Jack asked. “I guess I have to show you that I’m a pretty good student.”

You grinned excitedly, scooting back on the bed so that your entire body could lay flat on it. Jack kicked off his underwear before crawling on top of you. The soft kisses he laid on your body felt like torture. You understood why he seemed a bit impatient earlier. He kissed every part of your body, only moving fabric out of the way when his lips neared it. He gently kissed the imprint of your bra strap on your shoulders before using his thumbs to massage them as his lips move down to your chest. He kissed every mark on your skin tenderly, leaving a few sloppy kisses when he just couldn’t help himself. He reached back to unclasp your bra and you sat up slightly to aid him, wishing the fabric had been discarded long ago.

Jack cupped your breasts, kissing every inch of them and giving special to your peaks. You moaned as he used his thumbs to rub circles around them, hardening them, then replacing it with his tongue. Your core clenched around nothing at his actions, wanting him to take you at this point. But, you knew that he was going to follow your example and do that in his own time. Once you had his fill with your breasts, he moved down to your stomach, hips and thighs. You lifted your lower half so he could remove your underwear and he chuckled.

“Someone’s eager, hm?” He teased you.

“Yes, Jack, I am.” You croaked, unable to hide the bitterness in your voice.

“You want my tongue on you, mamas?” Jack cooed, slipping his a finger between your folds and your underwear only to snap it against your skin. You sucked air between your teeth and he smiled. “You want me to eat you out? Get all your sweetness on my tongue?”

You nodded, knowing you probably had an embarrassingly needy expression etched on your face. Jack grinned at you, pulling down your panties and tossing it behind him. He spread your legs as wide as they could go and went face first into your warmth. He gave a couple strong licks from top to bottom, staring at you as he made sure they were long and slow. You hissed, griping his curls tightly. He did it again, but this time he let the tip of his tongues slip past your folds as it grazed your clit. A shrill moan left your lips and you used one hand to cover your mouth.

“Don’t hide it,” Jack commanded, reaching up to yank your hand from your mouth. “Let everyone in this damn hotel know how good I make you feel.”

You closed your eyes as you felt Jack’s tongue tasting your core. He wasn’t afraid to get sloppy. You could feel his nose pressing against your clit periodically as he devoured you. Your toes curled and your thighs squeezed around Jack’s head. He responded by plunging his tongue deeper into your core and slowly working two of his fingers in as well. You could feel the pleasure building in your stomach. Your head fell backward, your tongue rolling out of your mouth as you panted in between moans. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were drooling, but you felt numb. The sensations from your core overcame any feeling coming from the rest of your nerves.

“I’m close, Jack…” You told him.

Jack looked up at you, meeting your eyes, as he sucked your clit hard. His fingers continued to pump in and out of your core. You were screaming now, unable to keep staring at those baby blues as you came undone. Tears stung your eyes as you let out a pornographic moan that signaled your orgasm. You felt a warm gush of liquid spill out of you and you gasped. It felt like a splash was rushing out, the only thing stopping it was Jack’s mouth.

Jack continued to lap at your folds, not like he had much of a choice with the way your thighs had locked around his head.

Once you relaxed, your chest heaving, you finally released him from your grasp. Jack’s face was drenched in your arousal. He sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. He grinned at you, “You’re so soaked. I think I’d have to eat for days to clean you up.”

You covered your face with your forearm. “It’s your fault.” You swallowed. “I-I think I squirted.”

“Ah…” Jack let out a cocky sound of acknowledgement. “I thought that’s what happened. Don’t worry, you had pretty good aim. Went straight to the back of my throat. Almost drowned me down there.”

“Jack!” You yelled, holding your arm tighter across your face as it began to heat with embarrassment. You could hear him laughing. He loved teasing you. You groaned, “Please! I didn’t even know I could do that can you just…”

“Oh?” Jack’s voice went up a little bit in mock surprise. Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he had that cocky grin on his face. “What I’m learning from this is that my precious girlfriend seems to like it slow and sensual.”

Girlfriend. That word seemed to cut through some of the embarrassment welding in your chest. You loved that it was referring to you. Even more, you loved that he cared about what you enjoyed.

“I like it rough too.” You confessed.

You heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open and you moved your arm away to look at him. You stared down to see Jack putting on a condom, humming to himself.

“That I knew from past experience.” Jack looked at you and grinned. “I’ll never forget that hotel balcony. And I’m sure neither would the local residents.”

Images of you bent over the banister, Jack pounding into you from behind while his hand slapped your ass flooded your mind. You were already wet enough without him reminding you of the moment you always relived when you wanted to get off quickly.

You sighed deeply. “If you’re just going to make fun of me, I can finish myself off.” You pretended to roll toward the edge of the bed. You liked teasing him too.

Jack pushed you on your back and bent down to kiss you. “You’re mine now.”

He grabbed you by the back of your knees and pressed your legs as far down as they could go into a mating press. “I’ll try to be passionate, princess, but I think once I’m inside you, I doubt I’ll be able to slow down.”

“Don’t hold back…” You told him as you clawed at his biceps

“Suit yourself…” Jack grunted before plunging into you.

Jack bottomed out almost immediately. He slid in like you were made for him, sheathing him completely. Despite his previous claims, he was able to keep long and languid thrusts. He’d push all the way in and pull out to the tip and then do it again. Your eyes watered again, feeling the pressure against your G-spot with each thrust. You clenched around him, wishing he would just pound into you. But, his eyes were filled with adoration.

Jack was a good student. He was making love to you. It wasn’t the rough, animalistic sex of your flings. You both knew you were capable of that. This was showing each other that you could do more than that. It wasn’t about just getting off, it was about being one with each other.

Your arms reached for him and he let go of your legs to lean into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you captured his lips in a kiss. Jack held you -- no he cradled you -- slipping his hands underneath your back, as he thrusted into you and kissed you deeply. You were in heaven. You two were completely intertwined, sliding against each other in perfect rhythm. Jack would occasionally leave your lips only to shower your face with kiss and whisper sweet nothings in your ear before kissing you again.

Once you started to clench around him more, he quickened his speed. He reached a hand between you two to play with one of your breasts, his mouth still covering yours. You felt trapped under his spell, your body contorting to his as your orgasm washed over you. You tossed your head back, letting out loud moans that Jack only encouraged by egging you on.

“Oh god, Jack!” You screamed as you pressed your fingernails into his back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jack chanted pounding into you, his own release coming at the same time. He held you, kissing you deeply once more before collapsing on top of you. Your body was still coming down from your high and you enjoyed the weight of him on you. Your breathing began to calm and Jack pulled out and rolled off of you in a single motion.

“Well?” Jack asked in a breathy voice. “How was my love making?”

“Fantastic. Best student ever.” You giggled. You sat up and eyed his cock. It was soft, but it wouldn’t take long for that to change. “How many more condoms do you have?”

“Quite a few…”Jack gave you a smirk. “Why?”

“I want to do it…quite a few more times then.” You said, crawling on top of him. “That was lesson one, you have a lot more to go…”

~ After a couple more hours of intimacy and a steamy shower to “clean up”, you were laying in bed with Jack. He was the big spoon and was running small circles on your stomach. With all the lights off, the only light was from the street lights coming in through the curtain.

“I really needed you today…” Jack said, sleepiness heavy in his voice. “Thank you for coming.”

“I’m glad I could be here for you, Jack, now and in the future.”

Jack pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. “I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.”

“I’m the lucky--” You felt Jack pull you in closer, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back. You heard his breath deepen, the exhales through his nose sounding a bit heavier than before. You smiled realizing he had fallen asleep. You wiggled out of his grasp just enough to grab your phone from the night stand. After snapping a picture of his sleeping form snuggled to you, you saw a few texts from Neelam.

Neelam: Please tell me he finally asked you out.

Neelam: And if not, pretend I didn’t sent that.

You chuckled softly at the three covering mouth emojis she sent in a row. You felt Jack’s grasp around you tightening so, you knew you had only a few moments until your bear of a boyfriend pulled you closer for warmth.

You: Mission accomplished.

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Fifty Bucks

Bishop Losa x Reader

Request from the babe @masterlistforimagines: Reader and Angel made a bet that she couldn’t last without having sex with Bishop for a week so she keeps “running” away every time her and Bishop get close to having sex. In the end, she lasts a week, collects her money from Angel and Bishop then finds out and takes her to Templo and has sex with her then. Oooh but I want Bishop to literally pick the reader up and bring her into templo and also the crew to hear them going at it

Warnings: language, (unprotected) sex, dominant Bishop giving all of us life

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Sometimes you have to write Bishop smut at midnight on a Sunday and that’s totally valid. This was incredibly fun to write so I hope y’all enjoy it!

Bish Tag: @sincerelyasomebody @sadeyesgf @thesandbeneathmytoes @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @multiyfandomgirl40 @sillygoose6969 @queenbeered @louisianalady

“No way you could do it,” Angel laughed as he leaned back in his chair.

You scoffed, shaking your head, “I could totally do it. One week? Easy.”

He took a sip of his beer but you could still see the smirk on his face, “Alright then. What’s the bet? Twenty bucks?”

You rolled your eyes, “If I’m gonna go a whole week without having sex with my boyfriend you gotta at least make it worth my while. A hundred.”

He immediately shook his head, “No fuckin’ way.”

“If you’re so sure you’re going to win it shouldn’t matter, right?”

“Fifty,” he paused, “And no getting yourself off either.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst. But you’re about to make me fifty dollars richer so fine,” you held your hand out to shake on it.

He grasped your hand tight in his, “Oh, and you can’t tell Bish. Don’t want him taking it easy on you to help you win a bet.”

It wasn’t going to be a fun week for you, but you figured it was going to be a manageable one. You and Bishop had a healthy sex life, and you immediately started brainstorming ways to get out of sexual situations with him, which was something that you never thought that you would have to be doing. For most of the time that you’d known him, you were trying to figure out how to get in to sexual situations with him. This all felt foreign and also wrong.

Monday evening rolled around and you were in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you. You felt his chest press up against your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips against your neck. Your legs went a little weak as you gave in slightly to his touch.

“How long ‘til it’s all ready?” he mumbled, his scruff tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

You smiled, shaking your head, “Not too long.”

“Long enough?” his hands slid down into your shorts, his fingers pulling your panties off to the side.

Ordinarily you would have said, “Fuck it, let dinner burn and we can order in when we’re done,” but you had fifty bucks on the line. And also your pride. You spun around so that you were facing him and you repositioned his hands so they were no longer on the inside of your shorts, “Not this time. Can you grab some plates and cups from the cabinet, please?” you smiled at him.

Confusion crossed over his face for a moment but he did as you asked. You let out a quiet sigh of relief at one avoided situation. You knew how persistent he could be, though, and you had the feeling that you were in for a very long week.

You figured that Bishop assumed that you weren’t in the mood, because for the rest of the night he didn’t push it. The two of you were cuddled up on the couch after dinner and for the first time in a long time he didn’t try to get handsy with you. Part of you hoped that he would keep this up for most of the week so you wouldn’t have to try and dodge him.

Too bad you hardly ever get what you hope for. The next morning you woke up to Bishop’s fingers lightly trailing along your sides and thighs, his lips pressing against your neck. You giggled, still feeling heavy with sleep. He pulled you back against him and pressed a firm kiss onto your jaw.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

You turned so that you were facing him, forcing your eyes open all the way, “Good morning.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, one hand snaking up behind your neck to keep you pressed against him. You moaned lightly into your kiss as your hands came to rest against his chest. He attempted to pull you on top so that you were straddling him and you caught yourself right before you let him. You peeled yourself away from him, hating everything about the stupid bet that you had made with Angel.

“I gotta get ready, I have an early meeting today,” you kissed him on the lips and cupped his face for a moment, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he placed his hand over yours. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say something but he stopped himself.

After work, you ran home to throw on a more comfortable set of clothes and then head over to the clubhouse. You knew that the guys would all be there, and you figured that if you were out of the house, the less likely it would be that you would end up in a sexual situation with your boyfriend. It wasn’t completely out of the question, but it definitely put the odds in your favor a little bit more.

You were sitting at the bar, scrolling absently through your phone when you felt a pair of hands press down hard on your shoulders. Angel’s laugh filled your ears, “You owe me fifty bucks yet?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes, “Not yet. Only two days in and I feel like it’s been two weeks,” you glared at him as he sat down on the stool next to you, “You’re the fucking worst by the way.”

He laughed as he took a beer off the surface of the bar, “You could just pay up now and be done with it. Go home with Bish and get your back blown out. Fine by me.”

You laughed and gave him a firm but playful shove, “No fucking way. I’m not gonna let you win this.”

“You two all good over here?” Bishop appeared, gently resting his hands on your hips.

You looked up at him with a smile, “We’re fine.”

He leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips, “No beating up my new secretario. I need him…for now.”

“Damn, Pres, that’s cold,” Angel chuckled. He waited for Bishop to walk away and pick up a conversation with someone else before he turned back to you, a smug grin on his face, “Not as cold as you’re gonna have to be for the next five days, though.”

“Again, I say, you’re the worst.”

Wednesday night you were in the shower, lip-syncing to your playlist and rinsing off what had been an incredibly long day. You heard the door creak as it was slowly pushed open. You smiled to yourself and stuck your head outside the curtain. Bishop was standing there, a grin plastered on his face as he watched water drip down the sides of your face. He walked over and pressed a kiss to your dripping forehead.

“Got room in there for one more?”

Your entire face got hot. You desperately wanted to say yes, but you knew that it would, most likely, lead to the two of you having sex. But you also knew that saying no was going to set off some type of alarm bell in Bishop’s head.

“I was actually just about to hop out. Water’s starting to get cold,” you hated lying but it was the only way you could think to say no without having to actually say no. If he was annoyed, he was very good at hiding it. He placed one extra kiss on the tip of your nose before leaving you to get out and dry off. You let out a sigh of relief when he shut the door behind him.

Thursday was your only day of rest because you and Bishop hardly saw each other at all. You had to leave early for work, and by the time he got home from dealing with the club, you were passed out and he was too exhausted to try and wake you. You stirred slightly when he got into bed but didn’t stay awake for long after you felt his arms wrap around your waist. Within seconds he was snoring and you happily drifted back to sleep.

Bishop walked into the bedroom on Friday night and whistled when he saw you standing in front of the mirror, checking your hair and makeup. “Where are you going,” he walked up and snaked his arms around your waist, “dressed like this?” he kissed your shoulder, “And can I go with you?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Girl’s night, remember?” you rested your hands on top of his, “I told you about it last week. Some of my college girlfriends are in town so we’re all going out tonight,” you gave him a look through the reflection of the mirror, “No boys allowed.”

He smiled, squeezing you lightly, “What about men?”

You chuckled, “Still a no from me, Obispo. Sorry.”

“Fine. I’ll be here waiting when you get home, though,” he kissed your neck.

The contact made your whole body ache, absolutely hating that you haven’t been touched by your boyfriend in five days. “I’ll text you and keep you updated, okay?”

He nodded, “Have fun.”

It was around 2AM when you called Bishop from your friend’s hotel room, telling him that you were staying the night with them and that you would be home in the morning. He offered to come and pick you up, he offered to get you an Uber, but you told him that it’d just be easier to crash with the girls and come home in the morning. He didn’t like it but it accepted it, asking you to please text him first thing in the morning so he knew that you were alright.

You stumbled through the door early Saturday afternoon. Your hair was a mess and your head was pounding. Bishop was nowhere to be found, and his bike hadn’t been in the driveway either. You grabbed some comfy clothes to change into and made your way to the bathroom to shower. There was a note on the counter next to a bottle of aspirin and you smiled as you read it.

“Sorry I can’t be there when you get back. I’ll be home tonight. Hopefully your hangover will be done by then. I love you.”

You were sprawled out on the bed on your stomach, half asleep with the television on in the background when you heard the sound of Bishop’s boots in the hallway. You turned so that you were facing the doorway and he smiled at the sight of you. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself so that he was straddling you, situated right above your hips. He pushed up the fabric of your shirt (his shirt) and started to rub gentle circles into your back. You smiled, humming in approval as you all but melted into the mattress at his touch.

“I’m assuming from the volume of the television that your head still isn’t feeling great?” he chuckled as his hands worked their way up to your shoulders.

You smiled, “I’m alright. I’m not that old yet.”

Somewhere along the way the massage became a lot more than just a massage. For a moment you were wondering if just oral would break the bet with Angel. But you had less than twenty-four hours and you were so close to winning. You were a terrible liar so if you caved you wouldn’t be able to hide it from Angel.

Bishop had your panties pushed halfway down your legs when you pulled your lips off of his, placing a hand on his chest. His hands stilled as he looked down at you, concern all over his face when he saw your expression, “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, “Yea. I just, you know,” you paused, trying to string together the right words to safely derail this situation, “you think you could just hold me for a little bit?”

He repositioned himself so that he was lying on his side facing you, “Of course,” he pulled you up against him, “You feeling okay? You’ve felt far away lately.”

You smiled up at him, nodding, “Yea, I’m okay. Just in a cuddly mood…is that okay?”

He laughed, nodding, “Of course. Can I still kiss you?”

You chuckled, “Of course.”

Sunday night rolled around and you all but kicked the doors in to the clubhouse. The MC was already there—Bishop had left the house a few hours earlier for Templo. The meeting had since adjourned because all of the guys were milling about the expanse of the clubhouse with the usual hang-arounds.

You went up to Angel, who was sitting with his brother at the bar. You held out your hand, “Pay up, Reyes.”

EZ looked back and forth between the two of you with confusion all over his face. Angel chuckled, “Damn, you really did it, didn’t you? No wonder Bish was so uptight in Templo tonight,” he laughed as he dug his wallet out and slapped the money into your hand.

Before you could come up with a smart remark, Bishop materialized next to you, wondering why you hadn’t come over to say hello but instead came over to Angel. Bishop was always your first stop when you arrived at the clubhouse.

“What’s going on over here?” he asked with a curious smile.

You wrapped your arm around Bishop’s waist, “Your secretario just made me fifty bucks richer. That’s what’s going on.”

“Oh? How’d that happen?”

You looked at Angel, “Go on. Tell him. I’m getting a fucking drink,” you laughed as you walked over to the bartender.

“So?” Bishop looked at Angel.

It was written all over his face that he didn’t want to tell the MC president that he had made a bet about the man’s sex life. But you hadn’t left him with much of a choice. Angel chuckled nervously and shrugged his shoulders, “I made a bet with Y/N that she couldn’t, y’know, that she couldn’t go a week without—”

“A week without fucking you,” you interrupted your way back into the conversation when you saw that the discomfort was about to kill Angel on the spot. The look on his face was almost worth more than the fifty dollars.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bishop was looking at Angel when he asked. When he saw that Angel wasn’t going to be able to come up with an answer, he turned to you, “Why did you agree?”

You held up the fifty-dollar bill that was in your hand, “Fifty bucks is fifty bucks, baby.”

He shook his head and without another word he crouched down, wrapped his arms around your thighs, and threw you over his shoulder. You let you a scream that turned into a laugh as he carried you across the expanse of the clubhouse. You awkwardly tried to tuck the money back into your back pocket as he carried you. The most impressive part of the whole thing was that he hefted you off the ground like he had done it a million times before, and you were content to just let him.

He walked into Templo and slid the door shut hard behind him. You giggled to yourself as he set you on the end of the table. He spread your legs and stood between them, looking down into your eyes.

“You think this is funny?” his tone was serious.

“A little,” you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at the absurdity of the entire situation. How you had successfully dodged every sexual situation with him that week was beyond you.

He gripped your hips, “It’s been a long fuckin’ week, sweetheart.”

The playful smile disappeared from your face as a shiver went through your whole body. He grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt and pulled it off over your head, tossing it to the side. You pulled him in close to you and kissed him hard on the lips, melting into him as his hands roamed all over your body. He bit down on your bottom lip and you moaned, pressing your fingertips harder into his shoulder blades.

His hands wandered down to the button on your jeans and you smiled into your kiss as he deftly undid both the button and the zipper without missing a beat. You braced yourself against him and lifted your hips up slightly, allowing him to pull down your jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. You gasped as you sat back down on the table, the cold sensation against your freshly-exposed skin shocking you for a moment.

Bishop attached his lips to your neck and you moaned as you blindly reached for his belt. You tried to stay focused enough to undo it, which was proving difficult as you felt him sucking a dark mark into the side of your neck. A wave of heat washed over your entire body, reveling in the fact that he was touching you and you didn’t have to come up with a reason to make him stop. You finally yanked down on his jeans and you felt him chuckle against your neck.

He pulled you closer to the edge of the table and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you could. Seven days felt like an eternity, and as you felt him pressing against your entrance, you wondered how the hell you managed it.

“You been this wet waiting for me all week, querida?” his nipped at your bottom lip.

You nodded, letting out an unsteady breath, “Yes.”

There was a smug grin on his face as he slowly pushed into you. He let out a low groan as he did and you dropped your head back, a loud moan escaping you before you could try to censor yourself.

“Fuck, Obispo,” you dug your nails into his shoulders as you pressed yourself tight to him, “You feel so good.”

He pressed kisses all over your neck and jawline as he started to slowly thrust into you, “You miss this?”

You nodded, hardly able to form a coherent thought, “Fuck, yes.”

He quickly pulled out of you, peeling your body off of his. You whimpered at the loss of contact. Before you could say anything, he pulled you completely off the table and bent you over it, causing you to gasp. He spread your legs and slid back inside you. You gripped the edges of the table to try and steady yourself.

He wrapped one hand around your throat and gripped slightly, pulling you upwards just a bit as he thrust into you. “Was it worth it?” he grunted, “Going all week without this, without me?” his applied more pressure to your throat, letting you know that it was not a question he wanted you to actually respond to.

He let go of you and you sucked in a breath, bracing yourself against the tabletop. His hands dropped down to your hips and pulled you back hard against him. You moaned as his hand came down hard against your ass. You bit down on your lip to try and quiet yourself but Bishop wasn’t having it.

“Moan louder for me, sweetheart,” one hand slid up your back and gripped the back of your neck.

“Obispo,” you panted, “they’ll hear—”

“You made it their fuckin’ business already, Y/N, don’t get shy now.”

The statement made your whole face get hot, but you didn’t have much time to think about being embarrassed. His fingertips dug back in to your hips as he slammed into you, making you let out a yelp. He reached one hand around and started rubbing circles onto your clit and you couldn’t fight back the moans that escaped you. Your entire body started to shake and you knew that you weren’t going to be able to hold out any longer, not after a week of no real contact with him.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” you gripped the table.

He pushed farther into you, “Cum for me.”

That was all you needed to hear. You were completely depending on him and the table to keep you somewhat upright as your orgasm rolled through you. You felt his pace speed up as he started to get close as well. He gripped one of your shoulders hard as he came inside you, moaning as he pressed his face into your back. You let out a shaky breath, soaking up the feeling of him leaning into you, keeping you held tight to him.

Once he caught his breath, he slowly pulled out of you. He gently lifted you and set you back on the table, knowing it was going to be difficult for you to stand. There was a small smile on his face as he pulled up his jeans and redid his belt. He stepped in close to you again, leaving a trail of soft kisses from your chest up your neck and to your lips. You laughed lightly, your hands reaching out to gently cup his face.

You rested your forehead against his, “I wanna go home, Obispo.”

He chuckled, “There gonna be enough hot water for both of us to shower this time?”

You laughed, your face getting hot, “Yea, I think so.”

You got dressed, instantly ready to get your clothes off and get clean the second you got home. You wished that you didn’t need to drive back. You tried to fix and adjust your clothing, not that it would really matter—the guys knew what the two of you had been doing.

Bishop slid the door open and let you walk out first. Everyone was making an effort to look anywhere but at the two of you. You placed a light kiss on Bishop’s lips and headed right out to your car, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. They were all expected Bishop to follow right after you but instead he walked up to Angel, who was staring very intently at his beer bottle.

“Get all that sorted out, Pres?” Angel chuckled, trying to pretend that there wasn’t fear shooting up and down his spine.

“I find out you’re making any other stupid fucking bets like that again I’ll take your flash,” his face was serious for a moment before he allowed himself to smile. He clapped Angel on the back and walked away, leaving the man sitting there wondering just how serious that threat was.

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baebaejooheon · 3 years

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Corpse husband x cottagecore! Reader headcanon

Just a cottagecore esque thing where it’s readers birthday and they throw a big meet up/sleepover thing.

Fem reader just bc. Mentions wearing a dress/skirt

A/N: uhhh leave me alone Ik I have a series in the works that I haven’t written for in months. Leave me alone 😎 not edited pls it’s rlly not good , as well as written at 6 am. Based on a maladaptive daydream I had for like a week straight. I could turn this into a real fic if anyone wants it but like ahaha I can barely write once a year 😌🤚🏻 I will probably reread it and fix it later but as of now you get what you get. I literally just typed this on my phone with no sleep so like 🤗🤪

Originally posted by datchidatchi

A little background, Y/N lives in a medium sized cottage esque house. She has a small garden in her back yard, as well as a free roam fluffy brown cow named dellie, and a big chicken coop. As well as a duck that roams the property and a couple of other animals. As well as a huge flower field a little off the premises. (All of this is infact important.)

It’s Your 23rd birthday, and for this big occasion you decided to invite over all your friends, even those who live outside of the country, to your small home in the middle of nowhere. This would be the meetup that would break the internet.

Many people were invited. The typical among us group:Jack, Felix, Rae, Sykunno, Toast, Poki, and even Corpse who was given the option even tho the likelihood was low given the situation.

A few SMP friends you had made through association were also invited: Karl, Alex, Nick etc.

Many people, lots of fun.

The morning of your birthday, You awoke to many messages and posts for your birthday. Lots of bomb selfies on the feed as well as #HAPPYBDAYY/N trending on Twitter. Along with this, you were greeted with a few texts from your non American friends stating that they arrived safely or that they were checking into the hotel rooms they had booked for the weekend.

When the time came for the party, most of the people had managed to show up. The party was in full swing, everyone had a drink in hand, posting pictures, celebrating being together as well as it being your birthday.

Filling the trending tab on Twitter with so many hashtags

Around 10 pm you got a call from corpse and decided to head upstairs to get some peace and quiet from the loud music in your living room.

Answering the phone the conversation wasn’t anything special, corpse wishing you the fourth happy birthday for that day, as well as asking how everything was going. It was a normal conversation, that was, until his breath hitched and his voice started to quiver as he grew quiet, barely mumbling. Asking what was wrong, corpse went on a small tangent about how he wished he was more confident with his looks, how he wished it wasn’t scary showing his closest friends what he looked like etc. and how he wished he could be there at the party with everyone.

“Corpse I’ve told you 100 times. I understand your situation and it’s ok that you couldn’t show up. I don’t hold it against you, but I didn’t want you to feel left out :))”

“What would you say if I said I just pulled up in an Uber and I’m absolutely terrified of what’s gonna happen?”

Sneaking out of the back door as quickly as possible and running to the front lawn preparing herself. Corpse steps out of the car and You just jump in his arms. like full on koala grip on this man.

Holding his face and just showering him with compliments. Lots of reassurance and sweet nothings.

Heading to the back porch in order to allow him to calm down and prepare. The two end up sitting outside in the dark talking for like 30 minutes.

Finally working up the courage to head inside. You hold his hand the whole time and you see his hands start to shake.

Stepping into the living room, Jack noticing corpse was there, smiling but not saying anything after realizing he’s nervous. Meeting eveyone for the first time really being hard on him. No one else knowing what he looks like so no one really has a reaction

“Look who I found”

“Oh Y/N!! We were wondering where you ran off too. Who’s your friend?”

Corpse just hits them with a “uhh, hi 🤗”

Everyone freaking out as soon as they realize who it is and trying to talk to him.

Phones were put away for most of the night in fear of leaking anything.

You going the extra step to check everyone’s camera rolls (with consent of course) just incase and deleting any photo with any form of corpes face.

A group selfie with just corpse’s hand doing a peace sign

Many drunk escapades

Everyone finding a place to crash for the night. Some staying awake on their phones, some heading to hotels, some alresdy passed out for the night.

You check in on corpse before you head to bed, knowing today was a lot for him.

“Surprisingly? One of the best nights I’ve had in awhile :))”

Heading off to bed.

6 am rolls around and ms Y/N is up at the crack of dawn to do morning chores for the small farm.

Cute hobbit esque dress. Brown skirt, off the shoulder white flowy shirt tucked in, white frilly apron, brown corset belt Etc. you know the fit

Walking down the stairs, you see corpse on his phone in the dark sitting at her dining room table. Everyone was still asleep and it seemed like corpse hadn’t even slept a wink. You know, his insomnia and all.

“What are you doing awake? It’s only 6 am and you partied pretty hard last night?”

“Farm life doesn’t stop for a hangover, but I could ask you the same thing mister :) come on you can help me out”

Corpse is 100% not dressed to do anything outside, especially not any farm work.

Tells him to wait on the back porch while she gathers some stuff from the house. coming out with a messenger bag as well as a basket and a blanket.

Sets everything down and continues to feed the animals with corpse, asking him to grab the big bucket of feed. showing him the ropes, filling up everyone’s water dishes. Collecting eggs etc.

Corpse just watching you with a smile on his face. Your just talking to all your animals, yelling at fiesty hens for pecking at your legs and/or talking to Gerald the duck for getting in the way.

Corpse lowkey obsessed with dellie the cow. Pets her and coos for like 5 minutes straight.

When they finish the sun is barely rising everything still looks like a silhouette from far enough away. putting what needs to go inside away, and then grabbing the messenger bag off the porch.

Dragging corpse to the flower field just down the hill at the edge of the property.

Laying out the blanket and sitting just talking for hours.

You plays music from your phone through a small speaker, dancing around and twirling, lost in your own world.

Corpse’s Instagram story is just full of videos and pictures of you in the sunrise, small captions like happy birthweek to the most amazing person Ik. Or damn who knew farm girl had moves.

Literally 30+ story posts at 7 am.

Corpse takes a picture of you making a flower crown. Shadows cast across your skin, the small bit of sunrise light casting a soft golden glow. The field of flowers all around. Literally goddess worthy.

Fans going crazy reposting the pictures, spamming Twitter etc.

His camera roll is FULL of pictures of her.

Giving corpse A flower crown full of an array of wild flowers

Dancing together. Just twirling and laughing.

City boy corpse loving the farm life

Secretly of course

Relaxing and just sitting with eachother as it slowly reaches 10 am.

“Uh, thanks for this morning, I had a lot of fun.” A small sleepy smile on his face. The flower crown crooked on his messy curls as he just stares into your eyes.

You both end up leaning in for a kiss bumping noses as you gently pull away

Definitely the best birthday gift you could have asked for

Heading back inside to see how everyone’s doing.

Rae being one of the few awake asking where the two of you had been seeing it was already around noon

“Those of us awake took it upon ourselves to raid your kitchen sorry not sorry”

Corpse getting sleepy wanting to take a nap seeing as it was noon and he was running on little to no sleep.

You let him rest in your bed as you occupy everyone downstairs

Everyone leaving around 3 pm, corpse is still asleep so you go outside to check on all the animals once again.

Letting Gerald in the house bc he’s being a pain in the ass.

When you come into the house you see corpse coming down the stairs rubbing his eyes and streatching. His shirt twisted and raising slightly, the jewelry and chains he was wearing now gone.

Giving him a good “morning” kiss.

The day is filled with you cooking for him. Making fun of his foil troubles, watching movies, laughing and overall joking.

Spending the rest of the night cuddling together and making the most of the time you had together.

Making things between you official

✨Extra✨

When you post about eachother to tell the fans that the two of you have been dating for like 6 months the captions are wild.

Corpse is like “ugh look at my gorgeous girlfriend, so pretty, so nice and kind, the most amazing person ever” just full on simp. The pictures he uses are from the morning after your birthday.

Your picture is just you guys holding hands. His usual chains and jewelry. Caption just “eww a city boy 🤮, gotta take all the love I can get tho”

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redridinnghood · 3 years

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How should I call it?💕 Part 1

Hello There,

I'm Back with a new Story, Story will contain more parts and be a bit slow burn.

You meet a man with a Addiction and other Problems. For example he doesn't have any Impulse Control. Can you work it out? Can you help him heal? Or will he be your End?

What happens when you meet a certain Chaotic blonde?

Polyam relationship between Rafe, JJ and Reader. Don't like, don't read.

(Y/N Pov)

The first time I met him it was a late Summer Night. Met is the wrong word, I found him lying in an Back alley behind some Fancy Club.

He was clearly under the Influence of some Drugs and Probably Drunk as Fuck. But I couldn´t just leave him there like that at three in the morning. Should I call an Ambulance? Shit but I couldn´t risk it to pay for it. On the other Hand he needed defiantly help. I let out a deep sigh. Y/N how do you get yourself always in such situations? Leaning down I check his pulse, it´s fast but not dangerously fast. His skin is hot nearly Burning and his breathing is uneven.

Gently I stroke his head. ”Hey Man wake up, you shouldn´t sleep here it’s Dangerous.” My Voice is soft, I know how People under the Influence can act out. He just slightly lifted his head he tried looking at me, he failed his Head rolled Back. His Long limbs splattering out on the Pavement. Dam it! “Can I call someone to pick you up?” Voice still soft. He shook his head slightly. No. “Okay that’s not a big Deal do you live anywhere near here? I could call you an Uber and bring you there.” My Voice sounded a little more desperate. He blinked slowly. “No..” his Voice was raspy and sounded worn out.

Again I sighed deep. I held my Hand out for him, “Come on Big Boy, you can crash at my place but I can´t carry you so you need to help me a little bit.” He blinked Again slowly he reached out to take my hand. As I got a grip I pulled him up at first into a sitting Position, scared he might throw up. I waited a few seconds than I helped him up on his feet. He stumbled into me but I managed to help him stay Upright.

He groaned, he was distressed, his Head spun and he is pretty worn out. Yeah I know how it feels being slightly overdosed, not from my own experience but from a few people I grew up with.

His body felt Hot and I could feel his shirt being drenched in his own sweat. He needed a shower and to take of his drenched clothes. Slowly I made my way towards the big Apartment complex dragging him with me. Thank God it wasn´t far away, finally we reached the building climbing up some stairs.

As I put my Keys into the door I felt him clinging to me as if his life depended on it. It kind of did, I mean this neighborhood isn´t peaceful. Isn´t good to people who fall asleep on the pavement. After a few moments of struggling with the door it finally opened. Gosh when will the Landlord finally repair those fucking doors. Carefully they made their Way into the small apartment. I placed him on the couch.

“Alright Big Boy, can you tell me your Name?” Voice Soft but louder than before. Blue eyes with giant orbs fixated me, Truthfully he was quite Handsome. “Rafe” I heard his hoarse Voice. “Okay” I smiled a little. “We need to get you out of those dirty Clothes. It would be best if you would take a Quick Cold Shower.” He nodded absently. I walked out of the small living room into my Bedroom, searching for a few clothes my best friend Luca always left here. It were just a pair of gray shorts and an old Band Shirt but that would do it, Just in case I put a pair of Boxer in the pile. Since Luca wouldn´t wear them again I could throw them Away. I walked back into the Living room handing him the Clothes.

“Here take those, and there is the Bathroom. It´s nothing special.” He nodded and took the clothes. Slowly like in slow motion he got up steading himself on the couch. Than he reached for the wall because he started stumbling a bit. “Don´t look the door in Case you faint and keep in Mind it should be a cold shower.” I said loud enough so he could hear me but not loud enough to be shouting. When I heard the Water in the shower I started preparing the couch for him. After I prepared the Couch I filled a big Cup with water and placed it on the small Table. I made myself a tea and waited in the Kitchen area for him to finish. As he walked by I could just confirm my statement.

He was Handsome, beautiful Face with storming blue Eyes, he was Tall and had Dirty Blonde hair. When he spotted me he looked at me intensely. I just smiled “You are ready, that’s good I prepared the Couch for you and some Water. I will hop in the shower next If you want I can throw your clothes into the washing machine.” He looked at me and nodded I took a deep inhale. “I hope the cold shower lifted the fog a little bit of your mind.” His Gaze softened. “Yes, thank you” his voice was still cracking and the small smile he gave me didn´t quite reach his eyes.

Giving him a small nod I disappeared into my small Bathroom. The old blue tiles were still a bit wet I looked around and found his small pile of clothes throwing it into the Machine with my clothes. Turning her on, on a short Program so she would be ready in 20 minutes. As I stepped into my shower letting the Hot water embrace me. So I started thinking. He doesn´t Look Poor, his clothes seem to be pretty expensive. So what is he doing here? And why did I help him, I mean yeah I couldn´t just left him there I mean I could have. Why didn´t I just called the Police? It didn´t matter anymore he would crash here tonight and be gone tomorrow. Leaving the shower I hop into an old shirt and some panties hanging up the freshly washed clothes.

As quietly as possible I walk down the apartment into the bedroom. Soft snores coming from the Man, so I stop and look at him. The way the slow sunrise aluminates his Body makes him look so peaceful so out of a fairytale. Realizing that I just stared at a Stranger while he slept I quickly kept going. Carefully I lay down in my Bed, its full of Pillows and I have a few Books laid out on the other side. Sleep came faster than expected.

(Rafe Pov)

A soft humming sound wakes me gently I open my Eyes. Where am I? This is not the new Mansion? Not the Hotel where I usually stay when I go out.

It´s a small living room with a weird combination of furniture but it looks Good. Kind of. It seems cozy. Slowly I sit up stretching out. Wait those are not my Clothes. What the actual fu…

“Good Morning Big Boy” I hear a soft Voice. Why does it sound so angelic? Turning around I spot a Young girl in the Kitchenette. It´s probably her apartment.

“Want some coffee?” she asks while turning around grabbing a cup. “Sure” I reply while standing up and walking towards her. As I reach her she hands me a Baby Blue Mug with Puppy´s on it. Really?

She smiles, a smile so pure I never seen before. “thanks” I answer as I take the Mug. “Milk is in the Fridge and Sugar there.” She points at a small Container. “You want some Breakfast? I suppose after your consumptions yesterday you are pretty Hungry.” She asks while I pour some sugar in the Mug. “ This would be really nice.” I give her a small smile. My Memories of yesterday are coming back slowly. Why did she take Me in? Rafe takes a moment to Look at her, really look an her.

She is small around 5`3 her (Y/H/C) is tied in a lose ponytail her Skin looks so smooth and her (Y/E/C) are trained on the food she´s making. She is not skinny but also Fat, She´s just Beautiful.

But at the same time I´m concerned, why did she took a stranger in? What if I had Lashed out on her? “ Thank you for Yesterday. I.. Honestly I´m really grateful but you could have gotten Hurt.” I swallow the Lump in my throat. “I could have Lashed out on you or something.” She hands me a plate with scrambled Eggs and some Toast. “Come let’s sit down and eat.” She just rounds me and sits down on the couch placing her plate on the small table and mentioning me to sit back down where I slept the last night. I obliged.

“Listen I´m Fine and that’s all that counts. You didn´t Lash out. You didn´t hurt me. And I couldn´t let you stay there.” Her Voice was genuine. It feels weird having someone so lovely not fearing me. Everyone fears me. “I.. Thank you.” I was dumbfounded she was right and I shouldn´t think about what if´s. Peacefully she sits next to me eating her Breakfast so I also start eating.

And oh my I never thought scrambled Eggs could taste so good. “This really good.” I smile at her, and she smile´s Back. “Thanks” she mumbles, she is cute.

Than it struck me I don´t even know her Name. “Hey.. um.. I think you didn´t tell me your Name…so.. What is your Name?” Why am I so Nervous. “ (Y/N). My Name is (Y/N)” I felt like my Heart skipped a beat the way she smiled and how soft her voice was. We ate the rest of our Breakfast in silence. It´s weird but I didn´t want this moment to end. I don´t know when it was the last time I felt so at ease. So content with myself. After Breakfast she handed me my Clothes and I changed. When it´s time to say goodbye and go our separate ways I find longing for staying. As if she could read my mind she hands me a small piece of paper. Confused I Look at her. “My Number. In case you need anything like a place to crash or something. Or just want to talk. I´m here.” Her gentle smile mesmerizes me and I can´t help it but embrace her in my arms hugging her. Carefully or she might break. “Thank you so much. I will defiantly reach out to you.” I say a little to enthuasstic. When I realise hear I hear a small giggle. I´m making my way down the stairs notifying my Dad I won´t be home for a few Days. Then massaging my dealer that I need some new Stuff.

After that I stare at the small pice of Paper, alright nothing to lose. It's late when I send her a Message, just a basic Hi.

#outer banks #drew starkey #rafe cameron #jj maybank #jj outer banks #rafe obx #jjxreader #jj imagines #jj imagine #rafe x reader #rafe imagine

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tbtssstuff · 4 years

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International Playboy || jjk

Summary: You meet BTS International Playboy and he just rocks your world.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, Jungkook end up being a sweetie because I couldn’t resist

Masterlist

-TJ/ TacoAdmin 🌮

AN: Here it is! Happy birthday JK! Love you man 💜 Also thank you guys so much for 500 followers! I love you all too 💜 💜 💜 💜 💜 💜 Note most of this they will be speaking in English since it’s in America

You and your friends decided it was a good idea to go to a club after a 3 hour long BTS concert. All of you were still feeling the concert buzz and none of you were ready to go back home yet, plus this was one of the lesser known clubs in Atlanta and it was right by the arena, so you thought why not? You didn’t even go home to change into club clothes, you didn’t feel the need to. Your BTS concert outfit was cute enough and you just wanted to party some more.

The club was full of people, but even though it was a lot less busy than any other clubs. You knew that because you could actually walk around and only get bumped into a couple times. Your friend pulled all of you over to the bar and ordered the first round of the night.

“To BTS.” She held up her shot, toasting the amazing night you all had.

“To Y/n!” Another of your friends shouts.

“Me? Why me?”

“Not only did you get us floor tickets to this concert, but you also got eye fucked by the one, the only, Jeon Jungkook! Girl you were living the fanfiction dream!”

You roll your eyes. “He wasn’t eye fucking me. I thought we established that.”

“Yeah we thought so too, but then you started dancing and I swear he almost tripped.”

You laugh at your friends and slammed back your shot. While it would be nice if what they were saying was true (well it did look like he noticed you during the concert, but he could have been looking at a number of things), you knew that it was just a fangirl’s imagination.

Jungkook and the rest of the group entered from a private entrance to the club. Jimin had convinced them all to go out before heading back to the hotel. ‘To loosen up.’ He had said, but Jungkook knew he wanted to get in a good fuck before the night was though and honestly Jungkook was going to join him.

Not in bed, but in finding someone to go back with him. He was in America and here he was THE international playboy, not the shy Jungkook back at home.

Jungkook scanned the sea of bodies before his eyes landed on you and your friends at the bar. You were wearing the same dark green deep V neck tank top and black shorts that he saw you in at the concert. He licked his lips, eyeing your entire being, and deciding that it was going to be you he was taking back to the hotel. Hell to the bathroom stall if he couldn’t wait.

Jungkook had been having all kinds of thoughts about you since he saw you in the crowd. He wondered what you would look like panting and moaning below him as he fucked you hard. Even though Jungkook didn’t know your name, you had such a strong hold over him. The pull was just undeniable, so it was just his luck that you were here.

“Jungkook?” Taehyung spoke up from beside him. “What are you looking at?”

“Ah.” He nods. “The girl from the concert is here too. Maybe I should go talk to her.”

Jungkook growled low in his throat as if to say ‘try it I fucking dare you.’

Taehyung wasn’t the type to steal a member’s conquest for the night or even cock block them, but he also liked to poke the bear and see how far he can go before getting his head bit off.

Taehyung just held up his hands and snickered as he watched his friend stalk into the crowd of people.

You were lost in the music, swaying your hips to the beat. You didn’t know where your friends had gone, but honestly you didn’t care at the moment. If things ended badly and they had left you, you could at least call an Uber.

You open your eyes for a second and are met with a surprising site. Jeon Jungkook was dancing close by and when you opened your eyes completely, you could see his eyes traveling down your body, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip. As surprised as you were, you were equally turned on by the thought of him actually checking you out. Turns out it wasn’t a fangirl’s imagination after all.

You wink at him before turning around and going back to dancing. Rihanna’s Rude Boy was coming through the speakers and you went all out. Hands starting at your waist, sliding up your body and above your head, hips swaying.

You were trying to bait Jungkook over and when you felt a large hand settle on your waist, you knew you succeeded. You peeked back for a second to see if it was actually Jungkook and not some creep, smirking when you met Jungkook’s lust glazed eyes.

Jungkook grips your waist and pulls you back to meet his chest, you could feel his already hardening erection poking you. You lean your head to the side, purposefully moving your hair to expose your unmarked neck to him, and look up at his face - smirk never leaving your face.

“Well if it isn’t Jungkook.”

It took Jungkook 2.5 to figure out what you were saying, but since he had been studying English it was a lot easier than it had ever been before.

“You remember me.”

“How could I not?” You scoff. “I’m more surprised that you remember me.”

Jungkook hums instead of giving you a real response. You were going to ask him again, but you gasp as Jungkook starts kissing your neck and grinding his hips into you. You shiver at his touch.

“Jungkook.” You moan.

“I remember you from the concert.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, “You looked so sexy and then you started dancing. I swear you were doing it on purpose.”

You shake your head, whimpering when he licks the shell of your ear. “I I wasn’t.”

Jungkook smirked at your stutter, happy that he was having the same effect on you that you had on him. Jungkook spun you around and put your arms around his neck then placing both hands on your ass, cupping and squeezing your cheeks.

“You weren’t?” Jungkook challenged.

You look up at him as sweetly as you possibly could, because honestly you weren’t trying to seduce him. You just wanted to enjoy your concert. “I promise.”

Jungkook chuckles and pulls you closer to him, even though you didn’t think that was physically possible, leaning down to your height. His eyes glance from your eyes to your lips and you know what he wants.

And you give it to him.

Closing your eyes, you meet Jungkook halfway, crashing your lips to him. You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him groan against your lips.

Jungkook runs his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you to let him in, and you open your mouth. His tongue dives in, messaging yours as the two of you fight for dominance, that Jungkook easily won.

You felt lightheaded from the kiss, from the lack of oxygen and from how good of a kisser Jungkook was. You pull away to try and catch your breath and smile as you watch Jungkook follow your lips.

“Where to?”

Jungkook smirked. He knew that both of you wanted the same thing and with you asking where just the push he needed. Quickly Jungkook takes your arm and whisks you out the back door of the club and into the alleyway.

He was searching for the car that brought them, your lips attached to his neck, but he couldn’t find it anywhere. Jungkook didn’t want to call an Uber because then that would risk the tabloids catching him, but at the same time fucking you anywhere would garner that same risk.

“Two places. Here in the alley or back in the bathroom. I can’t find the car.”

You pull him down to meet your lips, turning him around to push him against the side of the building. “Here is fine.”

Jungkook smiles at your eagerness and chooses the alley. You kiss down his neck, hand palming him through his jeans. Jungkook moans.

Quickly you drop to your knees in front of him and undo his pants, tugging them and his boxers down in one go. Jungkook’s cock springs free. You stare wide-eyed at it, mouth watering at the thought of it inside of you.

You knew Jungkook was big, but never in your life did you expect to see him this close. You grip the base of his cock and light lick the tip, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. Jungkook groaned above you and it only encouraged you.

You suck the tip before taking it into your mouth, lowering your head until you couldn’t take more of him. Starting at an agonizing slow pace, you bob your head on his cock, your hand stroking what you couldn’t fit.

Jungkook threads his fingers through your hair, gripping the strands and tugging them. You moan around his cock and Jungkook moans as well, loving the vibration. You suck and bob your head faster, Jungkook’s grip on your hair tightens as he throws his head back, moaning into the night sky.

He knew he was getting close, but he didn’t want to stop you. Your mouth was so warm and wet around him, he could only imagine what your pussy was like. Before he could blow his load in your mouth, Jungkook tugs your head off his cock and you whine.

“I know baby girl, but it was just too good. I wanna come in that tight cunt of yours.”

You shiver at his words. You wanted that as well, just sucking him off had made you soaking wet and ready for his cock.

Jungkook helps you off your knees, only to flip your position so that you were pressed against the wall. Jungkook fiddles with the button on your shorts, sticking his hands past your panties once he gained access. You cry out as his fingers stroke your slit.

“So wet.” Jungkook coos. “Just by sucking me off? What a slut you are.”

You moan, letting your head fall forward as Jungkook inserts his fingers into your pussy and thrusts fast. “God! Please Jungkook!”

Jungkook smirks and removes his fingers, your slick coating his fingers. As you wiggled your way out of your shorts and panties, Jungkook pumps his cock, spreading your wetness all over him.

You brace both hands on the wall and stick your ass out for Jungkook to see. Jungkook bites his lip, one hand on your hip and the other lining himself at your entrance. You push yourself back, letting just the tip slip in, whining.

Jungkook pushes in slowly until he is all the way in. You moan at the stretch, fingers gripping the wall for dear life. He felt so good inside of you, pushing your walls past their limits, but you wanted him to move. You wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.

Gripping your hip, Jungkook began to pull his cock out before thrusting in all at once. You cry out as Jungkook continues to do that over and over, his nails digging into your flesh. You didn’t even care that you both were outside and anyone could walk by. All you could think was Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook.

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses under his breath, drilling into you harder. He knew he was close, but he wanted you to come first. Slipping his hand down to your pussy, Jungkook rubs your clit matching his thrusts.

A moan rips out of your throat as you cum hard around his cock, your walls tightening around him, making it a little hard to move, but Jungkook just helps you through your orgasm. Jungkook thrusts a few more times before he follows your lead, painting your insides white.

Both of you don’t move, just panting and trying to come down from wat must have been the best sex of your life. Jungkook pulls out of you, chuckling as you whine at the loss of him. He was about to say something, but the words caught in his throat as he watched his cum drip down your legs.

“Oh shit, sorry I don’t have anything to clean that with.”

You shake your head and pull your panties and shorts back up. “It’s okay. I can take care of it when I get home and besides I’m on the pill.”

Jungkook thinks about it for a minute before he pulls out his cell phone. “I’ll call for a ride back to my hotel, why don’t you join me?”

“Why didn’t you call it before?”

Jungkook shrugs. “I was thinking with my dick, not my head.”

You laugh as he dials up a number on his phone and starts talking to someone on the other end in Korean. You honestly thought he was going to leave you there to fend for yourself. Even though he was labeled an international playboy, Jeon Jungkook was always a nice guy first and foremost.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction || You’re A Bet

A/N: Hi there! WARNING! That Jungkook’s is a little smutty…I didn’t mean to take it that far but I wanted to try it out lmao

Seokjin:

Jin was never good at keep secrets but there was one he was going to take to the grave with him, that one was about you. It was a dumb thing that he and the boys came up with, they all took bets on how long it would take you to fall in love with him, each of them with their own bets on how long, but what none of them took into account was Jin falling for you as well when he realised he was he called the whole thing off. Told everyone he didn’t want to be a part of it anymore and they all agreed to never speak of it again, it was to be taken to their graves and you wouldn’t find out about it. That was until Jungkook opened his drunken mouth one night and let it slip to you.

“I’m so glad we told Jin to date you, even if it was just a bet at first…you guys are so happy together.” It took a couple of seconds for it to sink into your brain what he’d just said since you were a little drunk too when it finally hit you, you went on the hunt to find Jin and question him on it. He confirmed what the younger boy had said and you told him you didn’t want him anywhere near you anymore, to never come back to the shared apartment or see you again.

(X)

That was four weeks ago, Jin had made multiple attempts to contact you, trying to see you, explain everything to you but you didn’t want to hear it, you loved him and he was just treating you like a joke. The doorbell woke you up one morning, you groaned rolling off the bed and going down to answer it, expecting to see your best friend standing there but instead, it was Jin who pushed his way into the apartment,

“Come in,” You said sarcastically, slamming the door and following him into the living room, he must have been talking to you but you weren’t listening, you were too busy trying to focus on not throwing up all over the living room floor, you’d been feeling sick all week, your head was pounding and you were starting to get hot and cold sweats.

“Are you evening listening to me?” Jin questioned coming closer to you, you didn’t have the energy to step away from him, as soon as he was close enough he could feel the heat radiating off your body, his hand rushed to your forehead.

“You’re burning up, get into bed.” He said taking your hand in his and walking you up the staircase towards your bedroom, you tried to push him away from you but you couldn’t do it, your body was too weak from fighting whatever bug you had.

“You don’t get to care for me anymore,” You pouted as he laid you down in your bed, covering you with a sheet and going to get you a cold, wet cloth for the top of your head.

“Jin no.” You said trying to fight him on this but he sat down on the bed next to you, trying to make sure you were okay, you gave up trying to push him away from you, you felt at ease with him around even if he did do what he did.

“Why did you do it?” You whispered, your eyes closed as you laid on the pillow behind your head, he sighed running his fingers through your hair,

“Because I was an idiot…but as soon as I realised how dumb I was and how much I loved you, I called the whole thing off…We promised never to speak of it again and I know I should have told you about it.” He said feeling defeated, you nodded, moving in the bed so you could lay your head on his thighs instead, he didn’t know if this was your way of accepting him back but he knew he wasn’t going to stop saying sorry or trying to win you back.

Yoongi:

The moment the words came out of his mouth you left him, Yoongi told you about his stupid bet with the boys. It was beyond stupid, and it fucked you up. You’d been dating Yoongi for three years when he finally came clean about it,

“It was a stupid bed and I never should have accepted it!” He yelled at you as you packed up your suitcase, you were shaking your head, so scared to speak in case you broke down in tears in front of him.

“Babe It was immature and idiotic, and the second I realised I was in love with you I called the whole thing off.” He said, trying to justify the fact that the only reason you started dating three years ago was that his friends bet that he wouldn’t be able to make you fall in love with him, you were nothing but a joke to him.

“That would have been fine if you told me about it when you called it off! Three fucking years Yoongi!” You yelled, finally cracking under pressure, you zipped up the suitcase and walked through the dorms, the rest of the boys all hidden away in their rooms, not wanting to come out and see what was going off between you both. You never fought before, this was the first major fight you’d had, sure you had petty little fights but nothing that would cause something like this,

“Leave me alone Yoongi, I never want to see you again…How about you place bets on that?!” You yelled, loud enough so the rest of them would know what you were talking about, you slammed the front door on your way out and went over to the Uber that was waiting for you, as soon as the door closed you broke down.

(X)

You were staying in a hotel until you found an apartment to move into, you didn’t want to go back home and have to face all the questions from your roommates, you felt stupid enough without everyone knowing what happened between you and Yoongi. You were about to go out to get some more instant Ramen for your hotel room when you saw Jimin in the car park, he looked lost.

“Jimin?” You questioned, as soon as he spotted you he raced over, locking his hand around your wrist and dragging you over to the car, where he locked you inside.

“This is kidnapping.” You said as you tried to open the door, he shook his head, sitting next to you in the back of the car, he went to talk when the door opened and Yoongi appeared, he wasn’t looking in the car, he was staring down at his phone.

“The receptionist won’t tell me her room number and she’s not picking up.” He looked up to see you, your eyes scanned his face, his eyes were bloodshot, he had bags under them and his hair was a mess, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days, you probably looked the same way, Jimin stepped out of the car, you would have made a break for it too if it wasn’t for the way Yoongi was looking at you, all you wanted to do was scoop him into your arms and promise him everything would be okay but then everything came crashing back to you, the door locked and you were trapped inside the car with him.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He whispered trying to hold your hand but you moved away from him, as far as you could anyway inside of the car, you looked away from him and out of the window,

“Why can’t you look at me for one damn second while I try and explain myself?” The way his voice broke midsentence felt like a dagger through your heart, you turned your head in his direction but stared at the floor.

“I’m afraid id I do, I’ll fall in love with you all over again.” You answered, his hand was on your chin, pulling your head up to look at him.

“Then fall in love with me all over again, I never meant to hurt you.” He promised you let tears roll down your face as you finally met his gaze, he leant forward and pressed a kiss on your cheek.

“I-I love you.” You whispered to him as he pulled away from you,

“I love you too.”

Hoseok:

“It was a stupid bet and I’m calling it off,” Hoseok said to Namjoon in the dorm kitchen, the two of them were talking in hushed tones since you were only in the living room playing video games with Jungkook,

“You should be thanking us, without the bet you wouldn’t have met her,” Namjoon said as he poured boiling water into eight cups, you were stood in the doorway now, coming to get a glass of water when you heard them speaking,

“Namjoon, she’s a human, I’m not going to keep doing this it was a stupid bed and I want no part in it.”

“A fucking bet?” You questioned, your voice coming out hoarse as you spoke, you were stood in the doorway of the kitchen, he didn’t know you were there when he was talking to Namjoon about it, you felt your heart shatter as soon as you heard him say it, Jungkook came up behind you, tickling your sides and you pushed him away gently, Hoseok tried to follow after you but you walked out of the dorms and into the garden, not wanting to look at him right now, you needed to just think over everything he’d been saying to Namjoon.

“Can you just listen to me for one second?” Hobi yelled as you reached the gate of the garden,

“What can you say that would possibly make this better?!”

(X)

He stood outside your apartment door waiting for you to come outside since you weren’t answering his calls, he was waiting with Namjoon so they could say sorry, you didn’t even notice they were out there until he started raining and you got a text from Namjoon asking for a blanket or an umbrella,

“What the fuck are you doing?! It’s raining?!” You yelled ushering them inside and going to find them some dry clothes, luckily Hobi had spares all over your apartment so they could change into them while you dried their clothes and got them warm, all thoughts of the bet were out of your mind now, all you cared about was making sure they didn’t get sick.

“It was my idea,” Namjoon said as you put their clothes into the drier, you looked up and he was staring at you, wrapped in a blanket and glancing over at Hobi who was sitting in front of the fireplace, looking at the photos of you and him together along with it.

“I bet that he wouldn’t go up and ask you out.” You looked at the floor, you felt insecure about being a joke to them both.

“I feel like a joke.” You admitted sitting on the barstool, Namjoon joined you and shook his head.

“You have to, believe me, it was never like that, he…he saw you and liked you instantly and I knew what he was like, I knew if we didn’t dare him or bet on him to ask you out he would have done it.” You looked over at Hobi who was now holding a photo frame of you and him together on your first date,

“Stay here.” You whispered to Namjoon, going into the living room and quietly walking up behind Hobi.

“Do you actually like me? Like it’s not some kind of joke?” You questioned making him jump a little, he put down the photo and turned to face you.

“I’ve always liked you…It was just a confidence boost to get me to ask you out…You know I would never do anything to hurt you.” He whispered, taking your hand in his and looking into your eyes.

“I know.” You whispered back, giving him a small kiss on the lips and promising to make them some hot chocolates.

Namjoon:

The second he told you it felt like your world fell apart around you,

“What?” You whispered looking at him, he was crying now, tears rolling down his cheeks as he told you everything, you were sitting in your apartment, you were having an indoor picnic date together when he finally came clean about it, everything was rushing through your head. You kept leaping to different thoughts, everything you ever had was all fake to him, every I love you, every date, every time you flew out to see him on tour, it was all a big joke and game to him, and for what? Money?

“I wanted to tell you so many times, I’m so sorry…I was afraid, you wouldn’t forgive me if you knew.” You scoffed getting off the floor and walking towards the front door, his hand on your wrist, you span around snatching your arm out of his grasp.

“I don’t wanna hear this, I don’t want to hear it, I just want you out.” You said pointing at the front door but he continued trying to talk to you.

“Please just listen to me…”

“Nothing you say will change anything!” You said, tears streaming down your cheeks as you finally broke down in front of him.

“I don’t even know who are you anymore.” You cried out, falling down on the floor and sobbing against your knees, he knelt in front of you and pulled you into his arms.

“Yes you do, you know me. I’m everything you already know, it’s just how we got together that’s different, nothing else has changed.” He promised, rocking you back and forth in his arms as he tried to calm you down.

(X)

“Everything you ever did was a lie..” You were still sat on the floor a few hours later, you wanted him to leave you alone but a small part of you wanted him to keep you here in his arms all night despite what he’d done to you.

“I lied to you about a lot of things but I promise I didn’t know I was going to fall in love with you…I’ve never lied to you about how I feel…” He was cradling you in his arms as he explained everything to you, wanting you to know the full story before you decided what to do with him.

“As soon as I realised we were serious, I called it off. I told them I didn’t want to be apart of it anymore, it was a dumb bet to see if I could get you to fall for me…But I fell first, remember?” He said with a sad smile, you shook your head.

“I told you I loved you first, it was our 4 month anniversary and I told you I loved you, I knew I was falling for you the moment we went out on our first date and you won me a teddy bear instead of the other way around.” You took a shaky breath in and looked up at him, he was staring off into space while he spoke about everything you ever did to make him love you.

“I called it off as soon as I knew I loved you, as soon as everything was serious and I knew I never wanted to lose you.” He broke down this time, tears rolling off his face and down onto yours, you groaned wiping them off and back onto his sleeve.

“Stop crying on me, it’s gross.” You whispered standing up and going towards the front door, he watched you and then you looked back at him, making grabby hands.

“Come to bed, I’m tired and I just want you to hold me all night…please.” You whispered, he nodded and followed you up the stairs, hand in hand.

Jimin:

The article was all over the place, you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing it, Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, the internet was full of it. Someone had overheard Jimin telling his friends about a bet he had, a bet with you…or rather on you, it was some stupid thing that got out of hand and now was all over the internet, it hurt more that he didn’t tell you beforehand about it, that you had no idea that this was going on and that you were apart of some big running joke with him and all of his friends. You were currently at the dorms front door, debating about going inside to get your stuff when it opened to reveal Hoseok standing there, his expression changing from a happy one to a guilty one, he moved aside so you could walk inside, you slowly entered the dorms, it was abnormally quiet and you headed for Jimin’s room, knocking before going inside,

“Hobi leave me alone.” He called out, but you walked inside and stood at the door, shutting it behind you, his eyes shot up to see you and then he rushed to be by your side, but you moved away from him and going around the room to find your clothes you’d left there.

“Please just let me explain everything.” He said as you walked into his wardrobe, finding most of your clothes in there.

“There’s nothing to explain Jimin, It was a bet. You won, okay I fell for you first, so just leave it alone.” You whispered, taking a bag and throwing some clothes into it, but he stopped you and took your face in your hands making you look at him, you were crying and he just wanted to take you into his arms and never let you again.

(X)

“I just need to hear it from you…that it was all a lie and you don’t love me.” You said as you finally finished packing up your stuff, he shook his head, standing in front of the door so you couldn’t leave.

“None of it was a lie…I do love you, I love you more than words can even explain.” He admitted you looked at him, wishing it was all a lie, it would make everything so much easier if you could hate him.

“It would make everything easier if it was.” You whispered to him but he just dragged you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around your shoulders so you couldn’t move away from him, you dropped the bag you were carrying and wrapped your arms around his waist, not wanting him to ever let you go.

“I’ll get everything straightened out, don’t read anything. The press don’t know anything, if you want to know…ask me.” You nodded against his chest and yawned.

“Can we just go to sleep Jimin, I’m tired.”

Taehyung:

As soon as you found out you were a bet you left the apartment, you didn’t know if he knew you knew but you didn’t care. You locked yourself away inside and didn’t want to come back out again, Taehyung didn’t even notice until a week later, he’d gotten a call from your doctor and then your mum and he began to panic. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw you and it wasn’t because he was a bad boyfriend, or he didn’t love you, he was busy with work. He was always busy and he knew you understood that but when your mum called him he knew something was wrong and he had to find you. He took his spare key to your apartment and headed there to try and find you, your mum mentioned you hadn’t been answering her calls, only texts, and the doctors called Taehyung because he was your emergency contact in case you forgot appointments or something.

“Baby?!” He called out as he entered the apartment, shutting the front door and checking the kitchen first, there was no sign of you, he headed up the stairs and opened your bedroom door, you were on the floor sorting through drawers, earphones in and tears rolling down your cheeks, he came up behind you and took the earphone out, you screamed, holding your hand over your chest since he scared you so much.

“The pharmacy called…said you hadn’t picked up your meds all week…What are you doing?” He asked looking at the suitcase you were packing up, that’s when he noticed it was all of the clothes he left at your apartment and small gifts he’d gotten you when he was away on tour.

“Well, I figured you’d want all of this back you know,” You said getting up and moving away from his grasp, he stayed on the floor looking at the items, you’d kept everything, the train ticket from your first date, the movie ticket stamp and some other trinkets from every date you’d been on together.

“Why would I want it back?” He question, standing up, you put your hand up to signal him not to come closer to you.

“I heard you…talking about the bet, hope that whatever money you won was worth it.” He raised his eyebrow and then the realisation hit him.

“Baby no, no.” You shook your head not wanting to hear his excuses for anything he’d done but he took hold of your hands, even though you were struggling to wiggle from his grasp.

“Listen to me.” He pleaded, you stopped fighting and he continued.

“It wasn’t anything bad…I’m assuming you just heard the ‘Y/N was a bet’ part?” You nodded, tears springing to your eyes at the thought of you were nothing to him but he sighed, leaving kisses on the side of your head.

“Babe, Jungkook bet that I wouldn’t talk to you, ask you out…If it wasn’t for him doing that, I never would have had the guts to even walk up to you…It was dumb and I should have told you but baby…It’s been seven months of us together, I would never hurt you like that…Ever.” You stared at him and he sighed, he didn’t know if you believed him or not but it was the truth.

“Now..I’m going to make food, and then we’re going to watch movies…Unpack that bag because I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered, kissing your ear and leaving the bedroom.

Jungkook:

Jungkook called you around to the dorms and said he had to talk to you, it sounded serious so you went there right away from work, you walked in to see him waiting for you on the sofa, the rest of the dorms empty, you smiled walking over to him and sitting on his lap.

“Hi, baby.” You giggled, kissing him on the lips his hands landed on your waist and he chuckled, switching you around so you were pinned down against the fabric sofa, his hands travelling up and down your spine.

“Fuck Kookie,” You moaned out as he began to suck on your neck, sure to leave some purple marks for everyone to tease you with later. You could feel him smirking against your skin as you moaned out his nickname, clothes were thrown around the living room, you were making out naked on the sofa, he was leaving kisses up and down your neck, he lined himself up at your entrance and locked eyes with you, you smiled up and him and nodded, he knew you’d been waiting to have sex with him but you knew it was the right moment, he thrust inside and you moaned out his name, dragging your nails down his back.

“K-Kookie I think I love you.” You moaned out, his thrusts slowed down and you frowned looking at him, he had tears rolling down his cheeks, you suddenly felt bad even though you hadn’t done anything, he pulled out and you both got changed in silence.

“Listen, Kook, if it’s because I said I love you- I didn’t…Well I did mean it but I know it’s soon-” He was shaking his head at you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s not you, I can’t do this…I haven’t been 100% honest with you.” You pulled your jumper over your head and looked at him, you were both fully clothed now.

“What is it?” You questioned, your mind instantly rushing to worst-case scenerio,

“When we first met, when I asked you out…It was a dumb bet from Jimin.” The words fell from his mouth and you felt your heart begin to shatter, you were just some little game for him and Jimin?

“A bet?” You stuttered, tears falling down your cheeks, you wiped your face, standing up and trying to find your keys so you could leave as quickly as possible.

“No, please don’t leave me, let me explain.” You stared at him, his eyes were glazed over, you nodded sitting down next to him again and he took your hand in his.

“It was just to ask you out, it’s not like we had money on anything else…When you said you loved me…I knew I just had to tell you, I couldn’t-” He stopped himself, tucking hair behind your ear and swallowing the lump in his throat,

“I couldn’t continue without you knowing the truth and that I love you too…I would never do anything to hurt you and you have to know that.” He said waiting for you to say something, slap him, or leave but you were just nodding in silence.

“So you weren’t betting on how long it would take to sleep with me?” You questioned, that was what you were most nervous about but he shook his head.

“Okay…Good.” You said, dragging him into another kiss, he pulled away this time.

“You forgive me?” You nodded, kissing his neck this time and sucking along his collar bone.

“It’s what brought us together, now shut up and kiss me.”

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hockeylvr59 · 4 years

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Secret Love Part 3 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: What do you know...Cale finally makes a physical appearance.

Warnings: cursing, discussion of infidelity and sexual activities (vaguely)

Word Count: 2,920

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The news that Cale wasn’t the dad sent a wave of emotion through you that you couldn’t define. In the days following, it almost felt like something you had dreamed but Laura’s texts regarding flight information for the trip and weather forecasts for packing were daily reminders that it was all a reality, albeit a confusing one.

You still hadn’t talked to Cale, not even via text, since the disastrous phone call. You also had no idea whether Laura had told him you were coming or not. So while you were normally a calm flyer, this time you couldn’t help the anxiety that bubbled up, stemming from the fear of how Cale would react to seeing you.

Because Cale had practice and then a film session to attend, the plan was to just meet him at his apartment upon arrival. As you sat in the backseat of the rental Gary had obtained, you watched as the mountains of Denver rolled past the window. It wasn’t long before he had pulled into an underground parking garage and you were gathering your things to head inside. Tired from the flight and distracted by the stress you were feeling, you didn’t even notice that the only thing Gary grabbed was his wallet, while Laura just grabbed her purse.

The building you entered was modern and sleek but yet homey. You followed Laura and Gary to the elevator which took you up to the fourth floor. A short walk down the hall had you standing in front of apartment 429 and Gary knocked on the wooden door. When it swung open a moment later, Cale’s tall frame was immediately wrapping around his mom’s as he slowly walked backward, pulling her inside.

After a moment he pulled away and hugged his dad as well. It wasn’t until they had pulled apart that his eyes fell on you and you instantly knew that your presence had not been announced in advance. Still, he pulled you into his arms, likely for his mom’s sake and it took everything in you not to break into tears as the scent of him reached your nostrils. You had missed everything about him, and it was hitting you harder than you could have ever imagined.

Breaking the hug, you stepped off to the side and focused your attention on the details of Cale’s apartment while Laura and Gary chatted with their son. The kitchen was filled with dark cabinets, granite countertops, and a large island. Beyond that was a living room with a sectional couch and a big screen tv.

“...I was thinking Y/N could stay here and crash on your couch…” Your head snapped to attention at the sound of your name and you watched Cale rub the back of his neck as he nodded in agreement to whatever his mom was saying.

“Great. Then your mom and I are going to go check into the hotel and we can text about meeting up for dinner.” Gary declared, his hand reaching out to clap Cale on the shoulder before guiding Laura back toward the door.

“Wait...what?” The words didn’t manage to fall from your mouth until Laura and Gary were gone, leaving you standing in Cale’s kitchen. Slowly your brain pieced together the snippets of conversation and you were certain a look of horror crossed your face. Cale’s expression was unreadable as he watched you and you frantically reached for your phone.

“I’m so sorry...I...I didn’t know your mom was going to drop me on you like this...I’ll uh...I’ll just call an uber and find myself a hotel…” You babbled, certain that this was the last thing Cale would want. “I...I told her that I shouldn’t even come on this trip but…” You were cut off as Cale gently tugged your phone from your fingers and set it on the island.

“Woah...hey...my couch is your couch.” He insisted. “I uh...I don’t mind okay.” Looking up his eyes were soft, his expression one of shame and nervousness as he gazed at you. “Breathe Y/N.” He continued. Eventually you were able to copy the rise and fall of his chest with your own breathing. Still, the pit in the bottom of your stomach insisted that he couldn’t possibly want you here, not after everything.

“I can get a hotel room seriously.” You murmured. “Your mom doesn’t even have to know. I know you hate me so me being here probably is the last thing you want…”

“You think I hate you…” The way Cale’s voice broke revealed the hurt he felt at that accusation. “Fuck.” He mumbled, his hands suddenly reaching out to pull you firmly against his chest. “Y/N...I could never hate you.” Cale spoke softly but honestly and you bit your lip to hide the tears. “You’re my best friend and I...of course I want you here.” His chest shook with shaky breaths and he kissed the top of your head gently.

“If you don’t want to stay, then okay I’ll drive you to a hotel myself but please...please don’t think that I don’t want you here.” He eventually added. “I...I know I fucked up and I’m the one that should be apologizing. This past month has been a mess and I owe you an explanation. Just...just stay and give me a chance to make it up to you.” With each word, you felt yourself going weaker in his arms and as your body sagged against him, he sighed, pulling your bag off of your shoulder to let it gently fall to the floor. “God I missed you…” He whispered into your hair. “It’s been too long.”

It wasn’t long before your tears broke loose, quickly soaking into his shirt. “Shit.” He whispered, fingers now carding through your hair. “Sunshine...don’t cry.” When you’d finally cried yourself out, Cale cupped your cheeks and brushed at the tear stains with his thumbs. A look at the clock on the stove showed that it had been 45 minutes since you’d arrived already and that it was already almost dinner time. Like they’d read your mind, Cale’s phone was buzzing next to yours on the island and he murmured that it was his mom wondering about dinner.

“Should I tell her we’ll meet them in like 45?” He questioned, and you shrugged in response, honestly too emotionally exhausted to be making any decisions. “Y/N…” Cale pressed, his eyes raking over you once more.

“Yeah that’s fine.” You agreed, just trying to regain full control of your shaking body.

“That wasn’t what I was going to ask.” Cale continued. “Are...are we good?” His voice was nervous as he asked. “I...we can sit and talk after dinner.” He promised. You were still drowning in your own emotions so you just sent him a weak smile and a nod.

“I need to clean up.” You declared and immediately Cale responded with an ‘of course’ before showing you into his master bathroom. 45 minutes wasn’t enough time for a shower, but it was enough for you to change clothes, attempt to hide your red eyes with some makeup and to do something with your hair quickly. By the time you exited the bathroom, Cale had changed from a t-shirt and sweats into jeans and a polo, tennis shoes on his feet.

“You ready?” He handed you your phone as he reached for his keys and when you nodded, his free hand slipped into yours as he led you down to his car. “We’re picking up mom and dad and then we’ll head to the restaurant. There’s this great little Italian place I know you’ll love.” He explained. With his statement that you were picking up Laura and Gary, you moved to climb into the backseat, earning a sharp look from Cale. “You can take the passenger seat.” He mused, going as far as to open the door for you before releasing your hand to let you climb inside. As soon as he had pulled out of the garage, his hand found yours again and as he drove to the hotel he rambled on about how he couldn’t wait to introduce you to the team and what you would likely think of each member of the Avs.

Though you wore a smile, it definitely wasn’t genuine, that ball of insecurity over everything still causing you to hesitate in all of your responses. You and Cale definitely needed to talk about what had happened, otherwise this was going to be a supremely uncomfortable trip.

As you approached the hotel, Cale released your hand so that his mom wouldn’t start asking a million questions. You knew it was the right move, but you couldn’t help but miss the warmth of his hand in yours.

Dinner was delicious, as you ate you watched as Cale talked with his dad about the team, and his mom about things he still needed to get for his apartment even after all this time. There was still something preventing you from fully relaxing, but you tried, laughing when appropriate and engaging in conversation so as to not draw attention to yourself. When the check was delivered, Cale refused to let anyone else even think about grabbing it. After that, it wasn’t long before you had dropped his parents off for the night and were returning to his apartment with plans for Laura to pick you up in the morning to go shopping while Cale had morning skate and Gary went to watch.

The moment Cale’s apartment door closed behind the two of you, you felt the weight of everything rush back over you. Without saying anything, you grabbed your bag and moved to change into pajamas, washing the makeup off of your face. As you padded back to the living room, you were met with Cale handing you a glass of hot chocolate as he motioned for you to join him on the couch.

“I’m sorry I was such a jackass. There’s nothing that can excuse the way I treated you.” He immediately started to apologize, his right hand tugging your left into his grip once more as though he needed the physical connection. “Those were three days I’d like to never relive and I should have reached out sooner.”

“Cale...I understand…” You mumbled, not sure why you were trying to cut him off if you were completely honest.

“No...no you don’t understand.” He interrupted. “I know you think I was angry with you for getting involved because of what I said, but that wasn’t it at all…” Cale explained. “I don’t really understand what your motivations were...but that doesn’t matter.” He continued.

“I don’t know if I fully understand my own motivations.” You mumbled under your breath, but it was loud enough that Cale heard at least part of it.

“What?” He prompted you to continue and you sighed.

“I...I can’t even describe how I felt hearing that news.” You whispered. “But I already knew she had cheated and I could see on your mom’s face that she was skeptical about everything as well...I guess a large part of it was taking the news directly to you before she found out and did the same...I just...she’s your mom and I didn’t want anything to destroy that relationship.” You weren’t sure you were making any sense but Cale brushed his thumb over the back of your hand, a sign of silent acceptance.

“You took me off guard.” He added after a moment. “I’m honestly not sure why, I think deep down I was expecting you to call with some reaction.” Cale sipped at his drink as he tried to formulate his thoughts. “For the record...I love that you’re friends with my mom.” His expression was now a grin as he peeked over at you. “I’m not a huge fan of you using that friendship to gang up on me, but I love it.” He paused once again, letting out another sigh. “So I’m sorry for being sarcastic about that because of course my mom told you, I should have told you. I guess...I guess I thought if I didn’t tell you then it wasn’t real. Telling my mom was an impulse.” A part of you understood that completely and hearing his reasoning made all of those negative feelings dissipate a little.

“But again...I wasn’t mad at you for saying something like I know you think I was.” Cale returned the conversation to that aspect of things and you bit your lip as you listened. “If I was mad...it was at myself.” His admission came with the release of such a deep breath that you knew this was the first time he was going down this line of thought in his own mind. “I know speaking up wasn’t easy for you, I know you’ve tried to stay out of my relationship all of these years even though I’m sure you’ve had plenty of things to say and I’m grateful for all of it. For the times you stayed silent and let me make my own mistakes and for speaking up when I truly needed you to.” His squeeze of your hand signaled that he wasn’t done and to just bear with him a moment.

“I know I seemed mad at you, but I swear I was really only mad at myself.” Cale repeated, clearly struggling with everything he wanted to say. “I knew the baby wasn’t mine. I knew that the moment she told me she was pregnant.” Your eyebrows jumped up at this confession and Cale chuckled to himself awkwardly. “I didn’t want to believe that she had cheated, but I can’t really say I’m surprised.” Cale’s cheeks were now a rosy red, and you squeezed his hand in return this time hoping it would help him open up with whatever he was clearly holding back. “I can count on one hand the number of times she and I had sex.” The flush on his cheeks deepened if that was even possible and you felt something twist in your stomach at the implication of his words. “I can count on one hand and the last time was probably 2 months before she told me she was pregnant. So I mean yeah I guess there was a chance...but it seemed unlikely that she was what 10 weeks pregnant and just then finding out…”

“Oh…” You murmured, even more confused and intrigued. You had tried so hard not to think about Cale’s sex life that having it placed right in front of you was definitely messing with your mind a little.

“So yeah...I guess when you called and immediately told me I needed to have a paternity test done I was frustrated that I hadn’t already taken that step myself. I just...I guess I was worried I looked like a complete fuck up in your eyes and if I’m honest, disappointing you is worse than disappointing my mom.” Moving to drink from your mug, you realized it had turned cold and so you just set it on the coffee table before releasing Cale’s hand to reach out to brush your hand through his hair.

“I was never disappointed in you…” You breathed. “In the circumstances, maybe...but never in you.” With your fingers now teasing the back of his neck you bit your lip before speaking. “I’m sorry for taking you off guard...that wasn’t how I intended to start the call but I...everything I had wanted to say flew out the window when I heard your voice for some reason.” The way Cale was looking at you was something you couldn’t place and you shook your head to clear your thoughts.

“So you’re sorry and I accept your apologies, and I’m sorry so hopefully you can accept mine and we can try and put all of it behind us?” You suggested.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, so yes.” Cale agreed, and feeling the urge to hug him you shifted to face him, pulling your body tight against his. The two of you stayed that way for a while before Cale finally pulled back with a yawn. “It’s getting late and I do have a game tomorrow so time for bed?” He offered.

“Yep...just get me a pillow and a blanket and I’m all set.” You concurred suddenly feeling exhausted from not only the flight, but the range of emotions you’d faced. For a moment you thought Cale was going to say something, his hand falling to your hip, but then he nodded and pushed himself off of the couch, disappearing into his room. After bringing you a pillow and blanket, Cale kissed your forehead and whispered goodnight telling you to bug him if you needed anything.

As you settled down and attempted to sleep, one thought lingered in your mind.

Why didn’t Cale have sex with his girlfriend more often?

You wanted to smack yourself because that truly was none of your business but as affectionate as Cale was with you, you’d always assumed his physical relationship with her was quite healthy.

With him sleeping, likely at least shirtless, only a few feet away, you had a feeling that you were going to need a cold shower in the morning. That was...if you even managed to sleep at all considering the forbidden thoughts occupying your mind.

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Never make a mess when a total catastrophe will do - Chapter Eight

Pairings: Jimon, past Clace, background Clizzy, a bunch of other minor background pairings Rating: Explicit Art: @cor321 Beta: @all-thestories-aretrue Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, fake dating, oh my god they were roommates, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, pining, miscommunication, holidays, drinking games, mistletoe, symbolically significant Oreos, domestic fluff, brief mention of past character death, Jace’s self-worth issues deserve their own tag Summary: What do you do when you find out your sister is not only dating your ex and love-of-your-high-school-life but is also bringing her home for Christmas? Bring your annoying, hot, annoyingly-hot roommate as your fake boyfriend to show them you're totally fine with it, obviously! There's no possible way this could backfire. Link: AO3 , Tumblr Master Post

Chapter Eight

“If you’re taking me to a strip club, I’m walking out and crashing Magnus’s bachelor party.”

“Dude, have a little faith.” Jace grabbed Alec’s elbow and helped him out of the car.

“And stop scrunching your nose to try to see through the blindfold,” Izzy said from Alec’s other side. “We can see you doing it. Besides, do you really think there aren’t going to be strippers at Magnus’s party? Have you met Catarina and Ragnor?”

“Yes, and I trust their taste in strippers more than I trust yours.”

“I think I’m supposed to be insulted,” Izzy said, opening a door so Jace could usher Alec through, “but honestly, I kind of just want to ask Cat if she knows any good strip clubs I can take Clary to for our next date night.”

Alec made a pained sound. “Can I request a moratorium on anything that involves strippers and any of my siblings?”

“You can request it,” Jace said, “but it doesn’t mean we’ll listen. Mind the gap; you’re about to step into an elevator.”

“Isn’t my bachelor party supposed to be about things I like?”

Izzy pushed the button for their floor. “No, it’s supposed to be about doing things with your friends and siblings before you get married and forget all about us.”

“Iz, I meet you for drinks literally every week. I’m not going to stop just because Magnus and I are married instead of engaged.” A slow smile spread across Alec’s face. “I’m marrying Magnus tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you are.” Jace patted Alec’s shoulder as the elevator doors slid open. “Almost there, buddy.”

They led Alec out of the elevator and down the hall.

“Okay stop,” Izzy said when they reached their destination. “You can take the blindfold off now.”

Alec made a show of keeping his eyes squeezed shut as he pulled off the blindfold, opening one eye slowly as though bracing for something horrible. Jace saw the moment Alec recognized where he was, his shoulders relaxing all at once.

Alec glanced between his siblings, unimpressed. “This is the door to our loft. I live here.”

“I told you I was going to plan you the perfect bachelor party,” Jace said. “Did you really want to spend your last night as a single man somewhere else?”

“Your party awaits, big brother,” Izzy said, swinging the door open.

“Alexander!” Magnus met them at the door, smiling broadly. “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up.”

“We had to drive around enough that he wouldn’t know where we were going,” Jace explained. “You know what his crazy sense of direction is like.”

Alec gave his fiancé a questioning look. “What happened to separate bachelor parties being an important part of the tradition?”

“Ragnor and Catarina reminded me that some traditions really aren’t that important,” Magnus said airily. “Especially when breaking them would make you happy.”

“He means he sulked and whined about having to spend all night away from you until we suggested a joint party,” Catarina said, handing Alec a martini and Izzy something dark and fruity with far too many cherries. “And then he pretended like it was all our idea.”

“It was pitiful, really,” Ragnor added. “At one point, he actually languished on my couch to moan about it like some discount gothic heroine.”

“And on that note,” Magnus said, taking Alec’s arm, “my fiancé and I will be going to join our friends who don’t intend to spend all evening mocking me.”

“That’s really sweet, you know,” Alec said as he let Magnus lead him away.

“Well,” Ragnor said, “it’s my duty as Magnus’s co-best-man to make sure he is sufficiently mocked this evening, so I suppose I must follow.” He looked at Jace and Izzy. “I believe Clary and Simon are in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the cupcakes.”

Jace threw Izzy a questioning look. “Cupcakes?”

Izzy shook her head. “Must have been something Ragnor and Catarina planned. Let’s go see.”

The cupcakes, it turned out, were dick-shaped. And because it was Clary decorating them, they were very accurately dick-shaped.

“Oh yeah,” Izzy laughed, “this was definitely Cat’s doing.”

“Cat was in charge of baking, I’m in charge of decorating,” Clary confirmed, eyeing the cupcake she was working on critically. “Devil’s food cake with a chocolate-and-whiskey ganache filling and a variety of different icings. We’re calling them cock-cakes. Simon, pass me the lemon buttercream?”

“You got it, boss,” Simon said, grabbing one of the many pastry bags lined out on the counter and handing it to Clary before stepping over to Jace and greeting him with a warm smile that made Jace’s insides melt. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.” Jace couldn’t help his answering smile, couldn’t help drawing Simon into a soft kiss that felt easier than it probably should. “If I knew you were going to be creating culinary dick art without me, I would have made Iz drive Alec around on her own.”

“I’m mostly just assisting.” Simon leaned into him, stealing another quick kiss. “Clary’s the real artistic genius behind this masterpiece.”

“It’s true, my girlfriend is a genius,” Izzy agreed happily, walking over to wrap her arms around Clary’s waist from behind.

“Right now, this artistic genius is being distracted from finishing her cupcakes by too many people in the kitchen. You two,” she gestured at Simon and Jace, “take that finished tray out to the table.”

“Wait, how come we have to be the ones to leave?” Simon wondered. “Izzy’s being way more distracting than we are.”

“Because she’s cuter than you are,” Clary said without looking up from her cupcakes. “Go.”

Jace looked at Simon. “The lady has spoken, I guess. Come on, let’s go watch Alec pretend he doesn’t think these cupcakes are hilarious.”

~~~

Jace couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy. He wasn’t sure he ever had been this happy. The joint bachelor party had been a rousing success—cock-cakes, a stripper who was definitely not better than he would have hired, and all—and Jace was so glad he and Izzy had been able to help do this for Alec. And it had been amazing to see Alec so joyful and so obviously in love, to see Izzy and Clary and how happy they made each other. To feel the possibility of a love like that for himself every time Simon took his hand, to see it every time Simon smiled at him, to hear it every time Simon said his name.

It was enough to make him want to be a little reckless. Maybe even reckless enough to tell Simon that he was more to Jace than a fake-boyfriend-with-benefits, that Jace wanted them to be more. It was hardly a new thought, but Jace thought that maybe he was finally ready to say the words out loud.

“Hey, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” Simon said, as if reading his thoughts. “When we get back to the hotel,” he added, throwing a pointed glance at their Uber driver.

Jace smiled at him. “Sure. I actually wanted to talk to you, too.”

“Cool.” Simon sounded nervous. Jace could relate. Now that this was actually happening, he felt like he had an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies in his chest.

Jace’s butterflies hadn’t calmed down any by the time they made it back to their room, and he could practically feel the nervous energy radiating off Simon as he kicked his shoes off and started pulling out his clothes for morning.

“So,” Jace said, leaning against the wall with an affected casualness, “what did you want to talk about?”

Simon squared his shoulders, turned to face him. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Jace’s whole world rocked sideways. “What?”

This was not how this conversation was supposed to go.

“This whole fake dating thing. It was a mistake. I probably shouldn’t even have suggested it in the first place, but I thought—” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I was wrong, and I can’t keep pretending with you, so.” He took a deep breath, obviously steeling himself. “So, this is has to be it. After the wedding tomorrow, no more pretending.”

“Oh.” It was all Jace could find it in himself to say. He reached for the bravado he would normally wrap around himself in a situation like this, but it had deserted him entirely. “I can’t keep pretending with you.” It had all been pretend for Simon. And Jace didn’t even have any right to be hurt by it, because it was what he’d agreed to.

“It’s just,” Simon continued, “seeing Alec and Magnus so happy tonight, and seeing the way Clary and Izzy are together, and even the dumb text Becky sent me earlier about how excited she is to see Maia tomorrow, it all made me realize just how much I want that. I want it with someone I love who loves me back, and you—”

“And I’m not a relationship kind of guy,” Jace finished for him. He didn’t actually need to hear all the reasons that would never be him. He was aware of his own failings.

“Right.” Simon’s voice was barely above a whisper, all his nervous energy having drained away.

“I get it.” Jace forced a smile. Maybe he couldn’t be someone Simon wanted to really be with, but he could at least pretend he wasn’t devastated by that fact. “You deserve that kind of happiness, maybe more than anyone I know. I hope—” He drew in a sharp breath. He would not let his voice tremble. “I hope you find someone who can give it to you.”

He turned away, unable to maintain the facade any longer. “I’m going to hit the shower before bed.” He wasn’t proud of having to hide the bathroom with his feelings, but he couldn’t stay here with Simon, not now.

Jace spent a long time under the shower’s spray. Until he was sure Simon must have fallen asleep. Until he was sure all his tears had washed away.

~~~

Best man duties were almost enough to distract Jace from his own problems for most of the next morning, and he threw himself into making sure everyone in the wedding party was where they were supposed to be when they were supposed to be, keeping Max away from anything flammable, and keeping Maryse and Robert away from each other. In the thankfully rare moments of downtime, he forced himself to put on a lighthearted demeanor. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of Alec having a perfect wedding, especially not his own stupid feelings.

He should have known that Alec would see right through him.

“You okay?”

Jace glanced up from the mirror he was using to fix his bowtie. Everything was set, everyone was in their proper places, and Jace had nothing left to do but keep Alec company and wait for the ceremony to start.

“I’m fine. I’m not the one getting married in,” Jace checked his watch, “twenty-three minutes.”

“Don’t deflect. You’re doing that thing you do with your eyebrows when something’s really bothering you, and I’m not doing anything for the next twenty-three minutes if you want to talk about it.”

“What I want,” Jace told him, “is for you to stop worrying about other people and get your ass married.”

“Fair enough,” Alec agreed. “But I’m here when you do want to talk about it. I know I’ve been completely wrapped up in wedding stuff for a while, but you’re still my brother and my best friend, and I don’t want you to think you’re any less important to me now than you always have been.”

Jace walked over and put a hand on Alec’s shoulder. “The only complaint I have about you being wrapped up in wedding stuff is how sappy it’s apparently made you.”

Alec chuckled. “Oh god, that was really sappy, wasn’t it? Shit.” He wiped at his eyes. “I think I might actually cry out there. You’re not allowed to make fun of me if I do.”

“Buddy,” Jace said gravely, “as your brother and best man, it is my solemn duty to make fun of you for it for the rest of our lives. But I’ll wait until you’re back from your honeymoon.”

Alec didn’t cry during the ceremony. Jace noticed a few moments when he had distinctly watery eyes, though, and filed those away for future teasing. Then Alec and Magnus were kissing and the ceremony was over and Jace had absolutely nothing left to distract him from his thoughts.

Especially when the subject of those thoughts was waiting for him in the reception hall, looking as hot as Jace had ever seen him in a perfectly tailored black suit. Jace had managed to avoid looking for Simon during the wedding, and seeing him now hit like a punch to the gut. His emotions were still too raw to deal with what had happened the night before, and there was only one way he was going to make it through this. Luckily, it was the thing he was supposed to be doing. Namely, pretending his ass off.

So he greeted Simon with a warm smile and a kiss to the cheek before settling into his seat. They were at a table with the rest of the wedding party, along with Clary, and it was all so familiar that Jace had no trouble falling back into his role, teasing the hell out of Alec and congratulating the happy couple. Simon made it easy, not acting any different than he had before their conversation, never hesitating to offer small touches and gestures of physical affection, even moving his chair closer so they could lean into each other once they were done eating. It would have made Jace a little sick if he let himself think about it, which he pointedly did not.

Jace let himself get lost in it. It was stupid, and probably a little selfish, but if this was the last time he would ever get to be with Simon like this, he was going to enjoy it.

“Dance with me.” He didn’t mean to say it, but apparently he’d had enough champagne that he wasn’t quite thinking before speaking anymore. He knew as soon as he said it that he’d overstepped. After all, look what had happened the last time they’d danced together.

“Oh.” Simon looked genuinely shocked by the suggestion. “I, uh...”

“I mean,” Jace backpedaled, “if you want to.”

“I believe I might fancy a dance, myself,” Ragnor said. He extended his hand to Madzie, the flower girl and Catarina’s daughter. “Might I have this dance, young lady?”

“Can we do the twirls?” Madzie asked, jumping up from her chair and spinning around to demonstrate.

“Obviously,” Ragnor told her seriously. “After all, what’s the point of dancing without twirls?”

Madzie didn’t bother to give a verbal answer, just grabbed Ragnor’s hand and skipped off toward the dance floor.

“With any luck, that will help her work off some of the sugar buzz from all that cake.” Catarina gave Magnus a long look. “I can’t believe you gave her a second slice.”

“My dearest Catarina, it’s my wedding day, and I will spoil my goddaughter if I want to.”

Catarina scoffed. “You say that like you don’t spoil her every day.”

“It’s true,” Alec agreed. “We might need to give her a third slice if we want to spoil her extra today.” He managed to keep a straight face right up until Cat’s napkin hit him in the face.

“I think I might need to dance off my own sugar buzz,” Izzy announced, grabbing Clary’s hand. “Come on, hot stuff. Let’s go shake our booties.”

Clary laughed. “I can’t exactly say no when you’re offering to shake your booty for me.”

“You know what?” Simon said suddenly. The look he gave Jace was challenging. “I do want to dance.”

It was Jace’s turn to be shocked, but he recovered quickly. “Okay.” He met Simon’s challenge with a smirk. “Let’s dance.”

Jace’s bravado was shaken slightly when the music transitioned to a slow love song right as they made it to the dance floor. But Simon didn’t hesitate, stepping onto the dance floor and drawing him close.

For several seconds, neither of them spoke, rocking gently to the music. They danced close enough that Jace could hear Simon’s breaths, feel them against his cheek. It was too much and not enough all at once, and Jace had to say something or he was going to go crazy.

“Thanks, by the way. For, you know, all of this. I don’t think I ever said that.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for.” Simon’s voice was low and intimate. “This was as much for me as it was for you.”

Jace wanted to say that it couldn’t possibly be, that if any of this meant half what it did to him for Simon, then he wouldn’t be able to give it up so easily. But that would have been deeply unfair, no matter how true, so instead he just said, “Well, thank you, anyway.”

Simon pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, and Jace didn’t understand why he looked so sad. “Thank you.”

And then they were kissing, slow and gentle, and Jace didn’t even remember moving, but he must have or how else could they have gotten here? All the longing and heartbreak he’d been pushing down all day rose up, threatening to break him open and spill out all over the dance floor. The only things holding him together were Simon’s arms around him, Simon’s body pressed against his as they swayed to near-forgotten music, Simon’s mouth on his.

When the song ended and Simon pulled away from him, Jace stumbled and had to force himself upright.

“Come back to the hotel with me,” he said urgently. He couldn’t just let Simon go, he realized, not without at least trying. They could go back to their room, and they could talk, and Jace would somehow find the words to convince Simon to stay. “Please.”

Simon closed his eyes and visibly steeled himself. When he opened them again, Jace knew he’d lost before he even had the chance to put up a fight.

“I already made plans to hang out with Becky and Maia tonight. You know, sibling and sibling’s-maybe-girlfriend bonding. Maia’s going to give me a ride back to Boston in the morning.” He took Jace’s hand and lifted it to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on his knuckles, then pressed something small and metal into his palm before letting go.

Jace couldn’t do anything but watch him walk away, the weight of his father’s ring heavier than it had any right to be in his hand.

~~~

The apartment was quiet when Jace got home, and he was both relieved that he wouldn’t have to face Simon yet and disappointed because, as much as he hated that he would have to box his feelings away, he missed Simon, even though it had only been two days since they’d last seen each other.

He found the note pinned to the refrigerator, held in place by the Spider-Man magnet that he’d gotten Simon as a “congrats on surviving a horrible lab partner and not failing chemistry” gift last year.

Staying at Bat’s for a while. -S

That was all. Nothing about why Simon had left or when he was coming back. If he was coming back. Jace’s fingers almost itched with the need to text Simon to find out exactly what the hell was going on, but the fact that Simon had left a note instead of texting suggested he didn’t mean for this to be a discussion.

Not that Jace actually needed a discussion. Simon had made it very clear that things were over between the two of them, that he didn’t feel the same way about Jace that Jace did about him, and instead of accepting it and moving on like a good friend would have, he’d kissed Simon at the wedding. He’d been on the verge of begging Simon to give him a chance. Of course Simon didn’t want to see him right now. He wouldn’t want to see him, either.

For half a second, Jace considered taking Alec up on his offer to call if he needed to talk, but Alec was on his honeymoon, and Jace might on occasion be a self-centered asshole, but he didn’t want to be that much of a self-centered asshole. Instead, he grabbed his half-empty package of Double Stuf Oreos and took them to the couch, where he turned on Return of the Jedi and bundled himself up in the fleece blanket Simon always used when his feet got too cold in winter.

When the movie was over and the Oreos were long gone, he dragged the blanket into Simon’s room and curled up on his bed, on top of the covers. Sleeping on top of Simon’s bed wasn’t as pathetic as sleeping in Simon’s bed, he reasoned. Especially if no one was there to see it. And if the fleece blanket kept any tears from getting on Simon’s comforter, then he wasn’t really crying.

#shadowhunters #shmb2021 #jimon #jimon fic #jace wayland #simon lewis

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goodlucktkachuk · 4 years

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Frantic -- Matthew Tkachuk (Pt.4)

a/n: finally here with part 4!! it’s been a busy few days but I hope you guys enjoy! i think ths story has two or three parts left in it.

Part One Part Two Part Three

“Y/N hurry up! We’re gonna be late!” Emily screamed across the apartment as you were frantically throwing whatever clean clothes you could find into your open suitcase. It was creeping up to 8am and you guys were supposed to leave at 7:45 for your 10am flight. You weren’t completely unprepared, you had packed a few jerseys and a less than innocent red set to live underneath them but the past few days had been so busy you forgot to pack the rest.

The team was back on the road but this time to the west coast. Fortunately, you and Emily had just started your reading weeks so it only made sense you finally got to join the boys on at least part of their trip. Emily had never gotten to see Alberta before so it was the perfect opportunity to do some exploring. You were meeting the boys in Calgary for their day off and the Flames game then when they were off to Edmonton the two of you were off to explore. Mitch offered all the time to fly you guys wherever they were but you never wanted to impose. He was pleasantly surprised when you finally asked him for two plane tickets.

Barging into your room extremely pissed off, a look of horror crossed your roommate's face as she watched you scramble. She sighed loudly as she grabbed your hips and placed you in a chair in the corner of your room. She made quick work of your messy packing skills and threw in an extra hoodie and jeans in addition to socks which you had forgotten about entirely. You went to thank her but she pressed her finger to your lips, shushing you.

“The Ubers waiting lets, go.” If looks could kill you would’ve been a goner twenty minutes ago.

The drive to the airport was quiet. Emily had her head in her phone texting Nick while you stared at the city flashing past you. The past few weeks had been crazy. School was in full swing and was taking most of your energy. Spending ten hours a day in the studio left you little time to see anyone let alone keep up with what was going on outside of your bubble. You felt bad because you hadn’t been giving Matt as much attention lately. The two of you called and facetimed when you could but it didn’t feel like enough. He knew you were busy and was more than supportive but the guilt still pang in your chest and the thought of him losing interest ran wild through your mind. This trip couldn't have came at a better time, you figured surprising him was the best way to make up for the distance between you two lately.

Emily, still mad at your last minute lifestyle, kept to herself for the wait in the airport and most of the flight but she started to gush the closer you two got to your destination. You were so used to traveling growing up that it was sweet getting to see someone get so excited.

After collecting your bags it was a short drive back to the hotel. As you guys approached the entrance you noticed a group of girls probably about 15 or 16 in Leafs jerseys. When you walked past they got quiet and you could hear the whispers.

“Oh my god is that Mitch’s sister?” “That's definitely Nick's girlfriend!” “Ugh! This isn’t fair! She’s not even pretty enough for him!”

You reached and squeezed Emily’s hand as you kept walking. Just like the guys, you knew better then to respond to people because in the long run it hurts their career and relationships. It was nothing she hadn’t heard from others or hadn’t seen on social media but you knew it still hurt her just a little.

Dropping your bags with a thud, you hurled yourself at the nearest bed and let out a massive sigh of relief as you let the softness envelop your body. Emily’s laughter filled the room as she placed her bags down next to your and sat on the edge of your bed. You let out a small grunt as she shook your leg, trying to get you to sit up.

“Mini!” her voice was more stern then usually. “Come on, we didn’t come all this way for you to lay in bed. Let's do something!”

“But bed.” You pouted into the sheets.

She aggressively grabbed your arm, pulled you up and headed for the door. You wanted to protest but you knew it wasn’t worth it. It was a cold day so you both agreed that shopping was the best way to fill your time before you had to go meet the boys for dinner.

Matthew checked his phone a lot more these days. He was never really one to care if people had answered him or to be obsessed with social media but since you entered his life he was constantly looking. At first Johnny and Noah were really digging into him but they soon realized how important this girl was to Matt. She was known as the Rat Queen through the locker room because Tkachuk refused to reveal her identity but wanted to gush about how talented she was. Noah was the only one who knew who you were.

He supported Matt but he reminded his friend on multiple occasions that he has to be careful. Between tight inner circles and the looming presence of fans and press. You could never be too careful.

It was killing Matt just a little bit that he hadn’t seen you in so long but he knew you needed to be in Toronto. He dragged Noah with him CrossIron Mills to help pick out things to send to you in a care package. He had gotten the idea from his brothers girlfriend because she had sent Brady one while they were home for the summer in St. Louis. Back in his apartment he had a box with a few snacks and some of his old T-shirts and sweaters. All sprayed with his cologne.

He was on the hunt today for something special but he wasn’t quite sure what that was. The two boys had wandered into a record store and were just mindlessly looking to see if anything would catch their eye.

You were still empty handed after a few hours of walking around and you were ready to call it quits but Emily pulled you into Sunshine Records for one last stop. You parted ways and you made your way to the back of the store. Once again not paying attention to where you were going you smacked into someones back.

“I am so sor-” You looked up and were met with the same piercing blue eyes from a few weeks ago but this time he looked a lot happier to be crashed into. Picking you up, he spun you around and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Fireworks exploded in your stomach but before you could react it was over.

“What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed as he set you down, keeping his arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’m looking for the new Niall Horan vinyl babe.” You giggled.

“Not in the store Y/N! Why are you HERE?” He lets go of you and starts waving in hand in every direction, “In Calgary!”

“Ohh right. I was going to surprise you at your game tomorrow.”

“Well as much as that’s sweet I’m glad you ruined the surprise.” He pulled you in for another sweet kiss, making you melt even further. You both heard a cough and turned to see Emily and Noah standing a few feet away. The two of you pulled away and returned to your respective best friend. Noah extended his hand to you and the grip of his handshake is firm but welcoming.

“So you’re the famous Y/N that Chucky never stops talking about.” That comment earned Noah a swift smack to the back of the head from Matt.

You laughed slightly as you responded, “That's me. I hope it's all good things Chucky.” You sent him a teasing glance while you spoke.

“Oh trust me he is, you really got him wrapped around your finger. There was this one time-” Noah was forcefully cut off by Matt.

“Ah Ah Ah, that’s enough! I am so sorry to cut this story short but we have a team dinner to get ready for.” He started pushing Noah towards the exit as you and Emily followed.

“Calm down buddy.” His phone went off in his hand and said “It was lovely to meet you guys.” before rushing away to answer. Emily stepped away at the same time for the same reason leaving you and Matt alone.

He pulled you into another hug and he smiled as he felt you relax completely into his arms. He looked down at you and marveled at your face before he spoke.

“So if you’re coming to my game does that mean your finally gonna finally wear my jersey babe?”

“Awh sorry love, accidentally brought my Talbot jersey. Maybe next time.” A smirk covering your face. He frowned at you.

“You’re a monster.” Joking tone in his voice.

You pushed up on your toes and planted another kiss on his lips.

“Yeah but I’m your monster.”

“Yes, yes you are.” you both stared aimlessly into eachothers eyes. Your moment was cut short by Emily’s return.

“Hey Y/n… That was my mom, I have to head home after the game tomorrow. There’s some family stuff I have to be there for. I’m really sorry.”

You pulled away from Matt and gave her a hug, tracing small circles on her spine to calm her down.

“It’s okay. Do you want me to come back with you?”

“No, no it’s okay, Nicks gonna come with me.” Her eyes were full of disappointment.

“Okay hun. Tonight we’ll reschedule all our hotels and come back out in May. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good but what are you going to do the rest of the week then?”

Piping up from behind them, Matt enthusiastically said “Come stay with me.”

“That’s very sweet of you Matts but I don’t wanna impose and how would I explain that to Mitch?” You knew Mitch would understand if you told him about you and Matt but you weren’t ready to take that step yet. Especially becuase you guys weren’t anything offical yet.

“We play Ottawa later this week so the family’s coming down to see it. Just tell him you're staying in town to see Taryn.” You thought about it for a minute because he had a good point. You hadn’t seen Taryn in about two years plus it technically wouldn’t be lying to Mitch.

“Fine.”

“Yay!” Matthew mauled you with a quick hug and kissed your forehead. He gave you a quick goodbye and headed off to find his teammate. You and Emily finished shopping and headed back to the hotel to get ready for your night.

Even though the mall was pretty empty there's always someone around to see things. You guess someone saw you and Matt together today and tweeted about seeing the two of you. Adding insult to injury, Matt liked the tweet sending twitter into a tailspin of rumours. He really was a pest on and off the ice.

#matthew tkachuk #matty tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #calgary flames #flames imagine #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey

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lancearcherinrippedjeans · 3 years

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Eternity - Chapter 2

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Starring - The wonderful OC's, Wardlow, WARHORSE, The Elite, Tony Khan and The Best Friends. (small appearances from Penelope Ford, Kip Sabian, Britt Baker, Dani Jordyn and 10 of the Dark Order)

Word Count - 5,612 (this took us a LONG time)

Category - Fluff, comedy, romance, friendship

Pairings - Wardlow/OC, Kenny Omega/OC

Part 2/?

Summary - It's Sawyer, Veronica and Nova's first day at Dynamite. They hope it's everything they dreamed of, is it?

Warnings - Drinking, swearing

other author's notes - make sure you follow @adriii-omega !!! she's the mvp for this chapter!!

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“Sawyer, Nova, wake up!” Veronica whispered, trying to shake her friends awake. “Mmm, five more minutes,” Sawyer mumbled, almost inaudibly. “C’mon! We’re here!” Nova cracked her eyes open, looking out the window of the plane, admiring the sunrise. Veronica finally managed to shake Sawyer fully awake, getting a low groan in return.

Sawyer looked out the window, hiding a mesmerized expression with a snarky comment, “I cannot believe you guys just woke me up to look at the sunrise.” Veronica rolled her eyes at her friend’s sarcastic response, turning to look out the window the rest of the flight. “Did you stay up all night?” Nova asked, stretching out the places she could. “No, I was asleep until about 5, then woke up because of the butterflies in my stomach,” Veronica replied, smiling right after it. Sawyer turned to look at her, “The flight attendant gave you coffee didn’t she?”

Veronica reached to hide the coffee cup that was given to her, “No, not at all.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now landing in Jacksonville, Florida.”

Sawyer, Nova, and Veronica all got up and stretched their legs. They picked up their belongings and made their way out of the plane, meeting up with Warhorse in the lobby. “Are you ready for your big night?” Veronica asked. Sawyer was still half asleep so she walked slower than the rest of the group. “I got it all under control, but you guys have to do good- or you could never get a call from Tony Khan again.” “Well, thanks for the support, Jake,” Nova said with a bit of sarcasm. “Don’t worry you guys got this,” Jake assured them. They all waited for their uber, so they could get dropped off at their hotel near Daily’s Place.

Time Skip

“This bathroom is bigger than my apartment,” Veronica said as she admired the fancy room they were staying in.“These small shampoo bottles are going to only cover an inch of my hair - I’m going to the front desk to see if they got any more,” Sawyer complained, as she closed the hotel door and made her way into the elevator.

She pushed the first-floor button, and as the doors opened she was met with a muscular friend. “Sawyer? Is that you?” Wardlow asked, as he almost dropped the bottle of water he was holding. He just got done working out and was making his way back to his room. “Huh? OH- Hey…Michael.” Sawyer awkwardly shuffled around him, trying to avoid his stare. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Do you maybe want to go get lunch-” but the elevator doors closed cutting him off. Sawyer leaned onto the wall letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She wasn’t ready to fully start talking to Wardlow again like nothing happened.

Sawyer pulled out her phone to Nova, almost dropping it from shaking.

Dude, you will not believe who was just in the elevator

...Who? I’m not a mind reader.

-_-

Tell me!

Michael. Fucking. Wardlow.

What are the chances?

Omg! Did you say anything to him?

Barely! He tried saying something but the doors closed. GOSH, it was sooo awkward :(

HA! See what happens when you avoid your problems?

🖕🖕🖕

“You won’t believe what Sawyer just texted me.” Nova laughed as she handed Veronica her phone. Veronica came over to read the messages, also making her laugh. “I knew it would be sooner or later they saw each other.” Veronica jokes. “When did Tony and Kenny say we needed to head to the arena?” Nova asked. “At least by 5, Kenny had assured me last night before we got on the plane.”

“KENNY gave you his phone number!?” Nova asked, shocked. “Oh, yea. He did, I forgot to tell you guys before we got on the plane.” Veronica smiled, acting like this was nothing. “Oh my gosh! Oh my GOSH!” Nova started freaking out, and it didn’t even happen to her. “It’s not THAT big of a deal. He’s my boss.” She half lied.

“Boss huh...did you tell Sawyer then?” Nova queried, crossing her arms over her chest. Veronica looked back and forth from her phone to Nova, “Yeah, of course, I did...you think I wouldn’t tell her?” Veronica replied, before thinking, “You’re a liar. You’re a lying liar who lies.”

“Oh so you could tell her but not me?” Nova rolled her eyes.

“As I said, it's not a big deal. He is my boss, we’re professional athletes.” Veronica said.

“Watch you get all the opportunities for sleeping with the EVP of the company.” Nova joked. Veronica threw up a middle finger behind her back and lowered it before she could look. Soon an out of breath Sawyer appeared in their room.

“That was so embarrassing. I can never go out in public again.” Nova and Veronica laughed. “DON'T LAUGH- I almost made a complete fool out of myself, he was sweaty and his tight shirt was sticking to his body and…” “Ew, too much information.” Veronica faked gagging at the very detailed description.

“Seems like Mr. Mayhem still makes your knees weak.” Nova laughed. Veronica stifled her laughter and Sawyer groaned. “Get me when it’s time to leave. I’m taking a nap and hope I don’t wake up.” she marched to her room and slammed the door. Nova and Veronica jumped before busting out laughing.

Time Skip

“Sawyer, drag your feet one more time,” Nova complained, Sawyer was still walking slower than her friends. “I won't if you let me ride shotgun.” Veronica turned around to face the two, “Um, Sawyer, it’s your turn to drive.” “What why?” “Veronica and I have been the drivers for the past five shows. You set up the system.” Nova chimed in, happily walking to the back.

Sawyer groaned, walking to the driver’s side of the rental. They all closed the doors, Veronica reaching for the radio. Sawyer started to pull out the parking lot, following the GPS to Daily’s place. “When was the last time you talked to Micheal anyways?” Veronica asked, rolling down her window. Sawyer inhaled sharply, “Last time we talked was when I congratulated him on his debut.” “November?” Nova questioned, surprised. “Yeah...I mean we just kind of stopped communicating.” Sawyer said with a bit of sadness in her voice.

Veronica and Nova shifted uncomfortably in their seats, awkwardness filling the car. “Anyways, we need to focus on tonight. No distractions.” Sawyer prompted. Veronica laughed, “You’re telling me, that you will keep your sanity when you see Mr. Mayhem in that ring?” Sawyer opened her mouth to argue- but quickly shut it. “Worry about your problems.” Nova laughed in the backseat. “Nova, why are you laughing? You need to stick with one man.” Veronica shot back. Nova took offense to that, “Well then why don’t you tell us about your late-night talks with Kenny Omega?” Sawyer almost crashed the vehicle, “You’re talking to Kenny Omega, and you didn’t tell me?!”

Veronica slouched down in her chair trying to hide. “I thought you already told Sawyer?” Nova asked. “She didn’t tell me, but SHE TOLD YOU?” Sawyer squawked.

Nova and Sawyer started to quarrel, back and forth. “Guys! Guys! Stop, we can’t do this now! It’s our first night at AEW and we’re already arguing.” Veronica pleaded, making the friends stop. Sawyer turned back to the road, breathing heavily in and out. “Veronica you could’ve just been honest,” Nova said, pouting. Veronica sighed, looking out the window, “I know.”

“Yeah. Dinner’s therefore on you tonight.” Sawyer chimed in, trying to lighten up the situation. They pulled into the Daily’s Place parking lot with a brighter mood. “I can’t wait until we all get signed, so we don’t have to split the bill a thousand times,” Nova said. They found the closest parking spot and began to get out of the car. The argument in the car was long forgotten as they stared at Daily’s Place. Nova smiled the hardest she had in a long time, as she pulled her luggage behind her. Sawyer and Veronica tried hard not to get too emotional, but knowing them they would laugh and cry about it later on. They followed behind Nova and finally made their way in.

“This place is a lot bigger than a high school gym.” Veronica jokes. Nova was taking photos for her Instagram stories, and Sawyer tried not to bump into the thousands of people helping to set up the ring. “I never want to leave,” Nova said as she took another selfie. Sawyer noticed that a lot of the wrestlers were giving them looks. “Have you noticed everyone looking at us? I’m so close to saying something.” Sawyer mumbled in Nova’s ear. She lowered her phone and looked around. Veronica gave them a confused look.

“Hey? Are you the girls from that triple threat match?” They turned their heads and saw an interested Dustin Rhodes asking them that question. “Depends.'' Nova began. “That match was awesome. We’ve all seen clips on the internet. You three got something. Welcome to AEW.” Dustin let his hand fall for a handshake. Veronica was unsure at first, but then lowering hers as well.

Sawyer and Nova did the same as everyone else around them gave a light round of applause. Dustin had given them the heads up that they might want to stop into the EVP office before they got situated. They passed a lot of wrestlers on their way there. Running into almost the whole locker room.

Sawyer couldn’t help but feel a little down as she didn’t cross paths with Wardlow. Veronica on the other hand was starting to sweat at the thought of seeing Kenny Omega. It seemed like they had gotten comfortable with each other enough to call each other “friends.” After what seemed like forever, they finally found the words “The Elite'' on one of the doors. Sawyer raised her hand to knock before it opened revealing a lively Tony Khan.

“Sawyer! So glad you’re finally here. Come on in.” He moved over to let them in. Matt and Nick Jackson sat on a couch while Kenny sat across from them busy typing away on his phone. Veronica's stomach dropped as she saw Kenny not even look in her direction. “Young Bucks. This is Sawyer, Nova, and Veronica.” Kenny’s head popped up finally noticing they had entered the room. “Veronica? Hey…I’m so glad you’re here.” He lightly smiled, making her turn her head to her friends who were looking at her with blank expressions. “Hey Kenny, remember us?” Sawyer said which knocked Kenny out of his trance. “Of course, I was very surprised by your performances; from each one of you.”

“He’s not lying,” Matt spoke. “He wouldn’t stop talking about you.” Kenny blushed a shade of pink. “I know talent when I see it.” He shrugged. Tony agreed. “Really blew every other match that night out the water. I can’t wait to see what you guys bring to the table for AEW.” Tony had told them everything they needed to know including inviting them to go to a local bar after the show later tonight. He made sure to give them the minor and major details before having to go check on everything else for the show tonight. Nick was the first to speak up, “Well if you three are any good as Kenny claims you are, I’m excited to see you guys in action.” Matt nodded in agreement. “Your dressing rooms are just in the hall over,” Kenny added.

Nova and Sawyer tried to contain the grins coming from their face, “Three ACTUAL ROOMS right?” Sawyer asked. “We promise.” Matt crossed his heart. They rushed out of the EVP room while Veronica stayed back. Nick and Matt noticed as they cleared their throats. “We’re going to go check on the other talents. It was nice to meet you.” They smiled and sent a wink to Kenny. He ushered them out the door, before shutting it. “You never told me you talked so fondly of our match.” Veronica put her hand on her hip, as Kenny chuckled.

“I didn’t talk about the match that much.” He walked over to sit on the couch, with Veronica following him. “What do you mean? They said you loved our match.” He ran his hand down his face before fully looking over at her. “Oh, I did; you were incredible by the way, but,” Kenny hesitantly grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. “I mostly talked about you.” Veronica tried to fight her grin, but couldn’t contain it. “They’re going to kill us.” she laughed.

“They’ll get used to it.” Kenny kissed her forehead before getting up. “You should go get settled in your locker room now. I’ll see you later tonight.” She nodded before making her way over. He opened the door for her making sure she didn’t look too skeptical as she left. Veronica didn’t look back, but she could feel his stare until she turned the corner.

Sawyer was just enjoying the space of her locker room before the rumbling of her stomach disturbed her peace. She rolled her eyes, “I’m fucking starving” she said to no one. She grabbed her phone before she made her way to find catering. She was laughing at something Nova had said in the group chat when she heard her name being called. Sawyer saw Warhorse flailing his arms around and she groaned.

She made her way over to him. “Could you make it any more obvious that I’m here?” He laughed, “Well you must have lost your hearing. I called you at least ten times.” “Just got a lot of things on my mind-” “Is it a thing or is it SOMEONE?” He cut her off with suspicion. Sawyer squinted at him. “That is none of your concern, Jake.” She huffed, crossing her arms. “Oh? Then I guess you don’t want to know what I heard from your special someone then.” He put his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to lose her cool any moment.

She huffed, “Don’t do that to me. Tell me RIGHT. NOW.” He acted like he was thinking it over before finally spilling the beans, “Alright, so you know-how at the end of each show the roster goes out for drinks, well he’s planning to finally man up and talk to you there.”

Sawyer’s eyes widened, keeping her jaw from falling to the floor. Jake laughed at her expression, Sawyer reached up and smacked his shoulder. He was about to mockingly cry out in pain before she spoke up, “That settles it! I’m not going.” Sawyer began to walk away, “Dude comes on. You can’t just avoid him forever.”

“Yes, I can. I’ve done it for almost a year, I can still do it.”

“Well then don’t look behind you,” Jake said, stifling laughter. Sawyer, not even bothering to look, leaped to the nearest hiding spot...under the serving table. She brought her knees to her chest, trying to look out from behind the cloth. She looked around but didn’t see anyone. Only the intense fit of laughter coming from Jake. “You should’ve,” he stopped to catch his breath, “You should’ve seen your face.”

Sawyer exhaled, “You better be glad I don’t powerbomb you onto the damn chips.” Sawyer stomped away, grabbing an orange on the way out. “For what it’s worth Nova wasn’t here to record it!” Jake called out, still laughing.

Veronica had decided to wait by the entrance tunnels and talk to everyone who passed by. Most recognize her from her match with Sawyer and Nova. She found herself in deep conversation with one of her opponents tonight - Penelope Ford and her fiancé, Kip Sabian until Nova and Sawyer came up from behind them. They began to make their way to ringside.

The opener match was over, and in just a matter of time - Warhorse will be facing Cody for his TNT Championship. Nova made sure to have her camera out and they all cheered loudly for their friend. There were many times where he was so close to winning that title, everyone could feel it. Unfortunately, with a figure four from Cody - he tapped out causing the match to end. Warhorse went over to Nova, Sawyer, and Veronica in the crowd and hugged them before making his way back through the tunnel.

Matches passed the whole night, the same topic came up. “I can’t believe he lost” “Why did Silver and Reynolds come out?” “Matt Cardona?”

“Sawyer cheer up. Please.” Veronica pleaded, shaking Sawyer’s arm. “No! That was so dumb. His moment was stolen.” Veronica sighed, knowing how Sawyer was feeling, “I know. But I’m sure they're gonna bring him back one of these days.” Sawyer huffed, turning towards the ring. “I wonder what they’re setting up,” Nova said, taking a break from recording. Veronica inspected the whole set, “Something tells me Sawyer isn’t gonna be too happy.”

Sawyer looked around, confused. She didn’t understand what the two thought was so funny until she heard the iconic and very familiar, “I’m Better Than You. And You Know It.” Nova and Veronica soon started to giggle at Sawyer’s terrified expression. Soon MJF walked out with the one person Sawyer did NOT wanna see, Wardlow. Sawyer then tried to switch her seats to one of the ones in the back, but Nova pulled her back. “Just sit. He probably won’t even look this way.” Sawyer gave her friend a threatening look, before sinking into her seat, trying not to be noticed.

They watched as MJF gave his very intense speech, Sawyer stood up just to whisper in her friend’s ears, “He’s gotten so much better at this since we last saw him.” Veronica leaned over, “Not when he was making heart eyes at Nova.” Nova rolled her eyes as Sawyer and Veronica made kissing faces at her.

When Sawyer turned back to the very comedic moment happening in the ring, to see Michael looking directly at her. Veronica looked over at her friend and laughed, “You look like a deer in headlights!” Sawyer finally broke away from his gaze to give a death stare to her current nuisance.

The speech was finally over, Sawyer’s heart rate finally going back to normal. “Are you done being a pussy?” Nova asked. “Shut. Up.” Sawyer shot back.

Veronica laughed at her friends before speaking up, “C’mon, we gotta go get ready.”

Nova and Veronica were set for a tag team match against Penelope Ford and Britt Baker. It was after Dynamite, and only a couple of people made their way to the bar early. Sawyer had decided she would watch their match next to the EVP’s. She had exited the locker room before hearing a laugh down the hallway. It was Wardlow having a conversation with 10 from the Dark Order. Sawyer froze and slowly backed up into her room, trying not to make any noise. She was almost there until she ran into the frame of the door making her head bounce with a thud. “Ow!” Sawyer shouted, quickly covering her mouth right after.

Wardlow looked back, and a sly grin crept on his face. “You alright Sawyer?” he asked, trying to contain his laughter. She rubbed the spot on her forehead and gave a thumbs up. 10 looked in confusion, “Who is she?” he whispered. “I'll tell you later,” Wardlow mumbled. He just nodded as she made her way back into her room. Wardlow let out a low breath before continuing his conversation, but in the back of his mind he still wanted to talk to Sawyer - he just had to find out how.

Nova was talking back and forth with Sawyer on the phone. “What do you mean you’re staying in your locker room?” Nova whispered-shouted. She rolled her eyes before hanging up. “Is she coming?” Veronica had only overheard so much. “No. Turns out she made a complete fool out of herself in front of Michael again.” They knew they would have to hear her complain later, but their main focus was on their match for now. They walked over to the face tunnel and made their entrance. Britt Baker and Penelope Ford came out shortly after not wasting any time to get started.

The match was an intense 10 minutes. It seemed to go by so fast because before they knew it Nova was in the lockjaw and had to tap out. Veronica helped Nova roll out, and back through the tunnel meeting a pleased Elite. “That wasn’t half bad; great job!” Nick complimented. Veronica smiled and Nova thanked them, before making their way to Sawyer’s locker room. She was pacing around the room in her gear. Veronica knocked before letting Nova and herself in. “Is it clear? Is he out there?” Sawyer asked. “We didn’t see him. Maybe he left to go to the bar.” Nova added. Veronica nodded which made Sawyer sigh with relief. “Alright. I’m going out. Wish me luck.”

Sawyer tied her boot and stood at the face tunnel. She seemed to push Wardlow to the back of her mind, and not let him affect the way she would wrestle tonight. Her entrance music played and she made her way out. A familiar voice started booing her, and she looked over and saw MJF. She almost rolled her eyes until she saw a smirking Wardlow behind him. She nearly broke her neck trying to make sure that was him in the front row. Dani Jordyn’s entrance music broke her back to reality. The bell finally rang and they began to lock up. After a lot of back and forth, action Sawyer hooked up Jordyn for the Canadian Destroyer. 1… 2… 3. Sawyer’s arm was raised, and she couldn’t help but look in Wardlow’s direction. A pleased smile appeared on his face as he bit his lip trying to stay in character. MJF just rolled his eyes as he left his seat to go backstage, with Wardlow following him.

Sawyer walked back up the stage, commentary acknowledging the match she had also won the previous night. As soon as she was in the tunnel, she was met with Veronica and Nova, squealing and congratulating her. “Great job out there Sawyer!” Tony Khan said from his headset. “We have got to have Kenny search for talent more often. You’re incredible.” Matt chimed. “Thank you, that means so much,” Sawyer said, trying to contain a giant grin.

Veronica and Nova led her away, walking towards the dressing rooms so they could get ready. Nova rushed inside, knowing she would need more time. Veronica turned to Sawyer before they went to their separate rooms, “Whatcha gonna wear?” Sawyer shrugged, “Jeans and a t-shirt.”

“No, you are not!” “But it’s my-” “Nope! No Jeff Hardy shirts for ONE. NIGHT. Please?” Sawyer groaned at those words, “Fine! But that means no red carpet dress for you either!”

Veronica giggled, the two going into their respective dressing rooms to get ready.

Time Skip

Sawyer sat outside in the parking lot, waiting for Nova and Veronica to finish getting ready, like usual. She took out her phone, snapping pics of her outfit. A merlot satin tank top tucked into her dark brown ribbed pants and finished with a black belt and matching heels. Veronica finally walked out, and the two started hyping each other up. Veronica looked glamorous in her one strapped black dress, a cutout at the stomach with nude pumps.

“I didn’t know you had THIS in your closet,” Veronica said, jokingly checking out Sawyer. “Okay but you,” Sawyer said, twirling Veronica, “When did you get the money to buy this?” Veronica ignored the question “Kenny definitely didn’t leave it as a gift in my dressing room.” She thought to herself.

“Where’s the party at bitches?” Nova called out, her friends cheering. “The life of the party has arrived!” Sawyer whooped. “And in a stunning outfit.” Veronica chimed it.

Of course, Nova being the most extravagant of the trio, had the most extravagant outfit. A lilac two-piece skirt set, with sparkles and straps all over, matched with the most gorgeous pair of five-inch heels. “Sawyer, are you still driving?” Veronica asked, dragging her bag towards the trunk. “Yes, and I won’t drink too much so I can still drive back.” “Then can we go now, I’ve been waiting for this.” Nova chimed in, dancing and trying to get the others to join. “Fine fine! Just get in the car so we aren’t the last ones.” Veronica said, walking up to the passengers' seat.

They all climbed in the car, Sawyer starting it and pulling out of the parking lot, their first night at Daily’s place complete.

The bar was only a couple of minutes away from the arena. They pulled into a parking spot and then got out. They showed the guy at the front their ID and made their way to where the rest of the roster was. They found a spot in the back and sat down for a minute. “I need a drink. ASAP,” Sawyer said as she looked around the room. “Three drinks coming right up.” Veronica chirped. She made her way through the crowd and to one of the bartenders. “Two Martinis and one Margarit please, no lime.” he began to pour her drinks when a familiar person sat next to her. “I didn’t think you were one to drink,” Kenny said, making her turn her head. “Sometimes. It just depends on the occasion.” she laughed. Kenny asked for a beer and then took a sip. He started to speak up before Veronica was handed her drinks and began to get off the stool almost tripping. He caught her before she could. “Where are you going?” Kenny asked, a bit disappointed. She wiped her hands and grabbed the two drinks from off the table, and left one sitting. “I have to give these to Sawyer and Nova, but I’ll be back,” she promised.

Nova and Sawyer were talking about their matches from the night when Veronica came with the drinks. “You do know we see everything,” Nova said with her arms crossed. Sawyer took her drink and took a huge sip. “It won’t belong. I just want to talk to him, and then I’ll come back and spend the rest of the night with you guys.” Veronica lied. “You better. Or we will drag you back to the hotel.” Nova said. Veronica rolled her eyes before going back with Kenny. “She is already ditching us for a man on the first day.” Sawyer complained. “He better be worth it.” Nova said as she sipped her drink for the first time. “Hey do you two want to play a game with us?” Trent from Best Friends had come up to them and asked. They looked over and saw Chuck Taylor leaning against the wall waiting for an answer. “Sure?” “Why not.” They said in unison. Trent led them over to the pool table and began to set it up.

On the other side of the bar was a smiling Veronica and half wasted Kenny Omega. “Why don’t we get out of here? It isn’t as fun as this place I know down the street.” Kenny whispered in her ear. They were sitting at two of the stools in the bar, his arm resting over her shoulders. She looked around and saw Nova and Sawyer playing a game of pool with Trent and Chuck Taylor. “They’ll be fine. If they get mad at you just tell them it was my idea.” he stood off his barstool and held his hand out for her to jump off hers. “Where exactly is this place Kenny…” she questioned him as he guided her to the doors of the bar. He smirked and let out a low chuckle, “You’ll see.”

“There is no way you have never played pool before,” Chuck said to Sawyer as she hit another ball in. The four were having fun hanging out for the first time. It was perfect… too perfect. As Sawyer took a swig at her drink she looked around for Veronica seeing Wardlow took her spot. She squinted a bit and also saw Lexy Nair rubbing her hand up and down his arm.

A sting of jealousy overcame her. Trent seemed to notice as he made his way over. “Are you two a thing?” he asked. Sawyer tried to think of the right words to say, “Not really; we used to be.” he nodded understanding. “Forget about him. Tonight just let loose, get wasted.” Trent took what was left of his drink and poured it into her glass. She looked over at Wardlow and Lexy one more time to see her twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Fuck it,” she said and leaned her head back to gulp the drink down. Trent smiled. “I’ll buy you another drink if you beat me.” he challenged. Sawyer tilted her head while she thought it over, “Challenge accepted.”

Fast Forward to Later in the Night

It was currently midnight. Most of the roster had gone home earlier, but a few still stuck around. Lots just chatted with their co-workers, staying close not wanting to cause a scene; Sawyer on the other hand was full-on drunk dancing on top of the pool table. Nova along with her. Technically, she wasn’t as drunk as Sawyer, but she wasn’t about to let her best friend make a fool out of herself alone. They swayed to a song they didn’t even know until they got dizzy and almost fell over. Wardlow sat in the same spot of the bar all night long. Ever since, Lexy had finally stopped bugging him a while ago. She was pretty, but he didn’t want her. The girl he wanted was poorly break dancing on top of a table and he couldn’t help but watch, hell everyone's attention was on her.

“He’s looking at you again.” Nova whispered in Sawyer’s ear. She turned around and was met with Michael’s stare. Sawyer flipped her hair over her shoulder and took one more sip before jumping from the table. Nova looked at her like she had grown a second head, “What the hell are you doing?!” “I’m going to see what he wants.” Nova was surprised. She was actually about to face her problem instead of running from them, she smiled in satisfaction before returning to Trent and Chuck at a booth.

Wardlow saw Sawyer approaching him making him sit up a little bit straighter. “W-why have you been watching me all night like a creep?” Her words slurred. He looked over and rolled his eyes, “She was full mode drunk right now and that was the only reason she came up to him.“

“Why have you been avoiding me all day?”

“I asked you first.”

Michael tensed. He thought over his words, “I don’t know. I was waiting for you to come over and say something...say anything-” She huffed, “You looked like you had enough company.” His brows twisted in confusion before suddenly realizing she was talking about Lexy earlier. He began to laugh as she looked at him with disgust. “You could just say you were jealous, love.” She opened her mouth to say something but decided against it, he was right. Wardlow cleared his throat, “You need to get home. Here take my uber to your hotel.” he offered. Shortly, Trent and Chuck came over carrying a sleeping Nova. “She passed out mid-conversation,” Chuck explained as she began to snore. Wardlow and Sawyer chuckled. “Their ride is outside already. Can you carry her out safely?” He asked as he made eye contact with Sawyer. Trent and Chuck nodded as they began to exit the bar. Sawyer began to follow before she was pulled back by Wardlow. “I just wanted to say… congratulations on finally getting the recognition you deserve.” He shifted around uncomfortably. “Thank you for putting a good word for us to the EVP’s and Tony.” “Without Wardlow would we really be in AEW?” Sawyer asked herself. “That was nothing, thank me when you win that AEW Women’s Championship.” He winked at her then gave her a soft smile. “Goodnight Sawyer.” He began to lean in as he was going in for a kiss, before pulling away and walking out the bar leaving her there dumbfounded. She drunkenly exited, and into the car Trent and Chuck were standing by. “Aren’t there supposed to be three of you?” Chuck asked confused. Sawyer thought about it before realizing “Oh shit- where's Veronica?” She pulled her phone out to text her. “She probably is waiting for you guys back at the hotel.” Trent shrugged. “I had a lot of fun tonight, we hope to see you guys back here next week.” Chuck added before shutting the door. Sawyer smiled to herself, before leaning her head on Nova’s shoulder and imagining having this type of life everyday.

“Shit.” Veronica cursed as she dropped her key card. Her night with Kenny went a whole different route than she was expecting. It was currently 3 in the morning, and she was sure Nova and Sawyer were fast asleep. She opened the door and slowly put down her purse to take off her shoes. A shuffle made Veronica freeze as a lamp turnt on, and Nova and Sawyer sat on the edge of her bed. “AHH!” Veronica screamed, causing her to jump. “You better explain RIGHT NOW.” Nova said annoyed while Sawyer got comfortable. Veronica groaned before sitting next to them.

“Well, it all started when….”

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Sweet Temptations | PJM

chapter 2: love bites and moans

Featuring: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (male recieving), dirty talk, angst

word count: 1846

AN: I have a smutty Jimin one shot coming out on Sunday, it’s about spicing things up in the bedroom. If you want to be tagged let me know. All past and future chapters can be found in my masterlist.

Laying in bed in your hotel room you take in the few minutes you have alone after the concert, just to relax. You arrived back at the hotel at least an hour before the boys. You left as soon as the concert ended taking an Uber back to the hotel. You had to finish some work before Jimin joined you.

The sound of someone knocking on your door catches your attention. You open the door and smile at the sight of Jimin standing there. You step aside and he walks in. You shut the door and lock it and turn to find him smiling at you.

“Did you want to shower?” you ask knowing that he likes to shower after shows.

“Will you join?” he asked, walking towards you and tugging on the belt of your bathrobe.

“Did you want me too?” You bat your eyelashes waiting for him to respond.

he nods his head and unties you’re robe. It falls open leaving you in a pair of boy shorts and a sports bra. He drags his teeth across his bottom lip. You don’t give him another chance to touch you. You walk off towards the bathroom. You walk over opening the shower door and turn on the warm water. He walks into the bathroom and strips away his clothes. You quickly remove your bra and underwear before stepping into the warm water.

Looking back you see him standing right behind you. Your eyes travel down his tone body. Your eyes stop on his already hardening length. It didn’t take much for you to get him going.

The warm water washes over you and you reach for your shampoo. Stepping away from the water you start to lather the mango scented shampoo into your hair. He leans closer and says, “let me.”

Removing your hands from your hair you turn so you back is to him. His hands reach up and he starts massaging the shampoo into your scalp. You’ve showered with him a couple times and normally you skip washing your hair. Normally he has you on your knees or backed up against the wall already.

He removes his hands and you turn around to rinse the suds from your hair. Stepping towards him you find him holding your bottle of conditioner. You can’t help but smile and turn around so you back is to him. He massages the cream into your hair. He moves so his wet body is pressed against yours. You feel his hardened length pressing into your lower back. You know there is no way he can keep this an innocent shower for too much longer.

“You’re behaving,” you roll your body back against his.

He groans with his lips close to your ears. Stepping away you turn back and smirk at him. The water rinses the conditioner from your hair. Reaching forward you grab his hand pulling him further under the water.

Leaning forward he connects his lips to yours for a lust filled kiss. His hand grip your wet skin on your butt massaging it as he pulls you closer to him. You’re pressed together with wet skin on wet skin. His lips fight yours for dominance. Pulling your lips away from his you tug on his bottom lip the same way he always does with you.

“Oh YN,” he groans. He takes your round face in both hands and leans your head back. He’s being a little more rough then normal and it turns you on even more.

A smile plays across your face as he stares at you with hungry eyes.

“Jimin,” you moan hoping it will egg him on.

“Wanna play?” he asked.

“No games, I just want you,” your voice is raspy as he leans forward pressing his lips to your jaw.

“You can have all me,” he growls with his lips ghosting your skin.

He releases your face and captures his bottom lip between his teeth. He looks at you like a hunter stalking his prey and you're so wet at just the thought of what is about to happen.

You step away from the direct stream of the water and drop down on your knees in front of him. He runs his fingers through your wet hair pulling it from your face. He's gently holding it back for you.

You lick his tip slowly looking up to see him staring at you with hunger filled eyes. Running your tongue along the underside of his length he groans. During your time with Jimin you quickly learned what turned him on and how to make him weak. You take all of him that can fit in your mouth, and bob your head. One hand rests on his tone thigh while the other one helps you work on his shaft.

He moans your name over and over letting you know you’re doing a good job. The sounds of his pants echo off the bathroom walls.

“I'm close,” he whines.

You release him from your mouth and look up at him with hooded eyes. His chest is rising and falling as he stares at you with wide eyes. Reaching down he takes your hand and helps you stand up. Pushing your hair out of your face he leans down and presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss.

“Turn around,” he says with his lips close to yours.

Turning around you look to see him quickly hopping out of the shower. He’s back as quick as he’s gone. He returns rolling the rubber down his hardened length. Capturing your bottom lip between your teeth. You whimper as he slides his length through your folds brushing your sensitive clit.

He slowly slides into you causing you to moan his name.

His hands splayed across the wet skin on your hips. He grips tighter pulling you into him. He stills for a long moment giving you a moment to take in the feeling of him stretching you. His pace starts extremely slow. He pulls out of you fully before sliding back in just as slow. You’ve never had sex this slow before. Things with Jimin are normally pretty fast paced and you won’t ever complain about that, but this is something else. You’re panting heavily with each thrust. You mewl as your hands rest against the cold tile wall. If your hands weren’t against the wall you weren’t sure if you could stay standing up. His strong hands grip your doughy hips using you as leverage for each time he rolls his hips into you.

“Baby you feel so good,” he growls.

The sounds of both your moans filled the bathroom. You know nobody can hear you so you have no problem being vocal.

“Jimin, your cock feels so good,” you were never one for dirty talk before this, but with Jimin it felt right.

“So good,” he whines.

Rolling your head back he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge, “I’m so close. Please touch me.”

He suddenly pulls out of you. You look back expecting him to slide back in, but instead you see him stepping out of the shower.

“Follow,” he says holding out a towel.

Turning the water off you take the towel from him. Wrapping the towel around you find him drying off in the bathroom. You follow his lead extremely confused to what is going on. He left you on the brink of your orgasm. He’s standing in front of you still completely naked and still very hard. He grabs your hand and leads you off to the bed.

“On you back,” he says, dropping your hand.

Silently you follow his command. Crawling onto the bed you lay there with your legs spread watching as he crawls onto the bed. He sets on his hunches and kisses your knee working his way down your inner thigh. He starts right before the wet core, he looks up at you with lust filled eyes. He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in slowly. He only keeps his slow pace for a few thrust. His pace picks up and he grabs your legs locking them around him. Leaning forward he takes your breast in his hand massaging it as he rolls his hips into yours over and over. Your hands grip the sheets next to you as he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your chest rises and falls as he hits just the right spot with every thrust.

“Oh god,” you moan.

He moves his hand from your breast down to where you’re connected. His finger does quick circles on your sensitive clit. Wave feels as if it crashed over you as you find your release. Throwing your head back you moan his name loudly. Your walls pull on his length pushing him over the edge. He stays inside you riding out his high.

Silently he stares at you opened mouthed, breathing heavily. His hands have a strong grip on your hips. You’re sure he is leaving bruises in the shape of his finger tips. He pulls out of you tossing the condom in the waste bin by the night stand. He crawls into bed next to you. Leaning over he presses his lips to yours for a passionate kiss.

“You’re lovely,” he says with a smile.

Your heart flutters a little at his sweet comment.

Laying on your side he’s lying behind you. His hand is slowly rubbing your thigh as he hums something softly. You know that it’s not long until he heads off to his room. You’ve never actually spent the night together sleeping in your room; he always has to go back to his room.

“Baby,” he murmurs, catching your attention.

“Yeah?” You look over your shoulder.

“Do you like tour?”

You knit your eyebrows together. You thought it was pretty clear you were enjoying being on this tour. Never in your life did you think that you were going to become friends with benefits with one of the boys.

You nod and say, “yeah.”

“I like having you here,” you can tell that he’s really been practicing his English and you can’t help but smile.

Rolling onto your back you stare at him wondering why he asked if you liked being on tour.

“What happens when tour ends?” you ask, curious to how this ends.

“I don’t know,” he sighs and reaches out pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“We’ll be okay,” you whisper. You aren’t sure if you’re saying it more for him or more for yourself.

It’s grown clear to you that you’ve started developing feelings for Jimin. You weren’t exactly sure how he felt, but you knew you had about three weeks left before you parted ways.

“I want to hold you,” he says.

You lay back on your and he moves close to you spooning you tightly. He stays into your room until four in the morning. He leaves silently pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

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