#need to swap saliva with him wait what who the fuck just said that
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gojo feels like he's gonna DIE if he doesn't get to kiss you after you've just swallowed his cum. he's instantly tugging you up or he's dropping down to his knees beside you (whichever is the fastest yk) and he's just on you. lips locked, heavy breathing; his hands are just fucking all over you. he's sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth at his own taste. he's such a freak<333333333333
and i think he gets even more turned on if you make fun of him for it a bit. call him disgusting or call him a perv and he's popping another boner<333333333333
#🥰🥰🥰🥰#guysssss🥰🥰🥰🥰the voices are soo loudd🥰🥰#need to swap saliva with him wait what who the fuck just said that#snowballing with gojo🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴#everybody close your eyes i'm going through it rn#leave me be#angel boy#mickey is daydreaming#thinking thoughts#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo satoru smut#jjk smut#gojo x male reader#gojo x gn!reader
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call it what you want pt2
matt sturniolo x fem reader.
pt1
"i mean come on y/n, its a perfect chance for you to get back at your parents and a perfect chance for matt to get back at jess, how could you say no" nick stated.
"fuck no, jess can eat shit, and besides, id rather die lonely than have to ever be close to that loser" you replied, walking into the kitchen, with matt, nick and now chris who had walked in on you and matt screaming at each other just a few minutes before.
"shes right matt jess can eat shit" chris added, causing matt to glare at him and roll his eyes.
jess was matts bitchy, stuck up, brat of a girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend of 4 months. they had broken up about a month ago when she came to matt and told him she wasnt in the right place for a boyfriend, then posted a photo of her kissing jason atkins on her Instagram story. you honestly found the whole thing hilarious; she was some blonde bimbo who thought the sun shone out of her ass, and matt was the complete opposite, he was grumpy and dark, but someone how they ended up together.
"y/n your childish side is showing, i mean please do not fucking flatter yourself, i would rather gouge my own eyeballs out than have anyone think im with you, but i want my girlfriend back, i miss her" matt said, running a hand through his hair, leaning against the counter opposite you.
"aw are you gonna cry matty?" you mocked with a fake sad expression.
"y/n" nick said flatly. "you need this, come on" he continued.
you sighed, trying to really think this out. nick was right, but you also werent sure he would be so happy with this whole situation by the time you murdered his brother. there was a pause for a moment, all three of them staring at you, waiting for you to give in before you spoke up.
"how would it even work?" you asked.
"we post together, tell people were together, go to parties and shit with each other but in private i wanna stay as far away from your annoying ass as i can." matt said shrugging his shoulders while looking at you.
"what about school dumbass?" chris added.
"the same i guess, but dont be all up on me in the hallways i dont wanna be that annoying couple" matt grimaced.
"you and jess were that annoying couple, always making out in front of everyone and shit its gross, so just make sure you swap saliva in private" nick said, jabbing his hand out in front of him as he spoke to get his point across.
"this conversation is giving me literal back ache, im dipping, just figure it out and dont kill each other while you're at it." chris sighed, standing up and walking away.
"me too, just...no mean words towards each other, you're dating now remember" nick pleaded.
"no promises" matt muttered, watching nick walk out of the room, leaving you and matt in awkward silence.
neither of you really wanted to do this, but it was ideal, it was just annoying that you had to be so fucking rude and stubborn and attractive and smell so good. and it was infuriating that matt had to be so mean and punchable, and so sexy with a face that was so sittable. the two of you really couldnt resist stand eachother.
neither of you wanted to make eye contact, both just looking around before you broke the silence.
"do you really wanna do this?" you asked.
"no but its my only option" matt replied, still staring at you, sitting on the counter, from his position, leaning on the opposite side.
"so were really doing this?" you stated.
"i guess we are" he whispered, looking down at his feet.
"no kissing or anything though" you squinted at him. matt just hung his head and laughed before pushing himself off the counter and sauntering towards you, stopping when your knees met his stomach.
matt placed his hands on the counter, next to each one of your thighs and leaned his face closer to yours, making you suck in a breath from the closeness. "why baby? scared you'll like it?"
you couldnt deny the insatiable heat that was now blooming between your legs, he smelt so goo, his eyes looked hungry and the heat radiating off of his body onto yours made you dizzy. you swallowed thickly, desperately trying to regain your composure. there was no way in hell that he was going to get you that easily.
"i dont know where that mouth has been baby" you replied with a sickly-sweet smile, before pushing him back by his shoulders and hopping off the counter, making quick progress out of the kitchen and as far away from him as possible.
you heard him chuckle before he shouted.
"see you on Monday girlfriend" you could hear the smirk in his voice, and it only made you wanna turn around and slap the shit out of him more, but you just rolled your eyes and continued your decent from the kitchen.
god this was going to be torture.
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Things to say after kissing. #18 with Legend and your choice!
Stormy! Thank you for the ask and I'm sorry it's taken so long.
There were so many options I could have chosen but apparently my brain chose Ravio.
Under the cut for length.
There comes a point when tension becomes so taut a snap is inevitable. Like a coiled spring that has been under far too much pressure for far too long suddenly releasing the tension in a significant and sometimes volatile explosion of energy.
For weeks now, Legend’s quaint little home had become stifling, every molecule seemingly compressed under a rock that had Legend feeling claustrophobic. Except, there was no rock, yet the pressure was palpable and getting heavier with every passing day. At this rate, he would ground his molars into dust with his furious clenching.
The cause of Legend’s woe? Him. The hooded menace that was the freeloading merchant who has taken to humming and whistling to himself in a cheery way that grates on Legend’s last nerve until finally–
SNAP!Footsteps stomping across the floor are Ravio’s only warning before he is nose to nose with an irritated hero, his whistled tune trailing off as his hood is knocked back by the force of Legend yanking him by the collar and pulling him close enough that Ravio can see the vein in Legend’s neck pulsing in barely contained anger.
“Now, listen here. I’ve been more than fair with you letting you turn my home into some kind of rental shop, I’ve put up with feathers everywhere from that winged beast you call a pet–” When Ravio opened his mouth to speak, the snarl on Legend’s face made him close it pretty sharpish. Probably best to wait until Link has said what he needs to, don’t poke the bear and all that.
“I can just about tolerate seeing this ridiculous purple hood everyday. Hell, I can even cope with you using my hairbrush and not cleaning it out. But the noise, Ravio? The annoying whistling and the nonsensical humming? Nope, na-ah, no way.”
“Mister hero, I–” Ravio’s protests or whatever it was he was going to say fall short.
“I’m not finished. If you can’t keep yourself quiet, I’ll have to do it for you.”
Before Ravio can question, Legend’s hot breath was ghosting against his lips. Hesitant, Legend waited for Ravio to pull away, allowing him the chance to give an indication as to if he’s okay with Legend’s action. The way Ravio’s breath hitched and he leant in closer gave Legend his answer.
In an instant, Ravio’s eyes were closed so tightly, he was seeing stars. Or maybe that was from the tongue plunging into his mouth and tangling with his own. It was difficult to tell really. The dizziness he was feeling could also be because of said kiss stealing his breath away or from the sheer unexpectedness to be playing tonsil tennis with someone he never considered was a possibility.
Yet here he was. Engaged in a saliva swap with none other than Legend. Fuck.
Legend’s kisses are as intense as his stares, as deep as his eyes and as rough as his personality. And Ravio was here for every single delightful second of it.
“O-kay,” Ravio is breathless when they finally part for air, lips shining with the evidence of their activity. “Should we dissect what just happened here? How are we feeling right now?” Ravio grins, exposing the gap in his teeth that Legend secretly thinks is cute (he would never admit it).
“Fuck you. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ravio’s laugh followed Legend as the hero dropped his grip from the merchant and turned to leave, they can talk about this later when Ravio isn’t being such a smug and insufferable bastard.
At least he wasn’t whistling anymore, the giggling Legend could cope with.
Maybe.
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# what a fuckin’ bitch
idlygf!
warnings: none, word vomit
wc: 971
cc:1/??
“You’re staring again.” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, as you were just watching Elliot and that damned ‘girlfriend’ of his makeout in the hallway.
“Fuck off Rue. I was NOT staring.” You looked at her with an annoyed glint in your eyes,
“Plus even if i was, it would be pretty hard not to, they’re eating each other's faces in the middle of the hallway!” The pout adorning your lips was too prominent for you to deny that it was on your face, it was just a little irritating to see the same scene every single day. You could almost hear their saliva being swapped as they continued to grossly kiss against the lockers.
“C’mon Y/N,” she placed her thumb on the base of your top lip in an attempt to release it from the hold of your bottom lip, “Just don’t look at them. The bell is about to ring, I'm sure they’ll snap out of it when they hear it.” she placed her hand on your shoulder and inched closer to your face. “You don’t have to be jealous all the time, you know that.” your pout deepend at her words.
“But Rueeeeeee,” you whined like a child, “It's so gross, why do they have to do that right here?” You tried to give her puppy dog eyes in order to coax her into agreeing with you, but she's known you far too long to fall for your tricks.
“This coming from the same girl who said she would fuck Elliot in the middle of the-” you quickly covered her mouth with your hand, “RUE! I told you not to talk about that outside of my room!” you could feel the vibration of her chuckle bouncing off of your palm, she removed your hand and placed it on your chest near your heart. “It’s okay to be jealous babe, I know you’ve liked him for so long, it's only natural that you’d want to beat the crap out of a girl who fucks him everyday.” you scoffed in response, “Well you got one of those things correct.” her eyes widened at your statement. “You admit that you like him?” you rolled your eyes at her, “No, i admit that i want to beat the shit out of her. She's not even that pretty, right Rue-Rue?” she gave you a teasing smile, “I mean...shes pretty fucking hot, shes got a nice rack and a nice ass too.” you hit her arm in retaliation
to her vulgar statements. “Rue! Now is not an appropriate time for your lesbian fantasies. Also, you’ve never told me I had a nice rack, or a nice ass! Rue, please tell me I have a nice ass-” Your sentence was cut off by a soft chuckle. Fucking Elliot.
“Y/N, I’m sure your boobs and ass will be hot to some guy soon enough,” he teased. Your old pout caused by Rue was replaced with a scowl caused by Elliot, “You’re a jerk Elly, no one was even talking about you.” Your sass was purley fueled by watching him and his toy basically fuck on top of the lockers, several people having asked them to move.
“No need to be sassy, miss. I may not have been the topic of conversation, but I did walk in on your chat soon enough to know how hot Rue thinks my girl is.” the word ‘girl’ rolling off his lips made you cringe hard, why her?
he winked in Rue’s direction, she rolled her eyes in response, “Well, I have to go before the Bell rings, Plus Jules is waiting for me,” she kisses you on the cheek and punches Elliot in the arm. She trudded away and left you and Elliot together to have your own conversation, “So little lady, what’s got you so down in the dumps?” you threw your head back and let out another obnoxious whine, “First of all I’m not little, and second of all I’m so ‘down in the dumps’ because I don't have nice boobs or a nice ass,” you met his doe eyes with your sad eyes, you never had a problem expressing your insecurities to Elliot, he never really had a response, he just nodded and rubbed your back. That was the same scenario now. He just nodded his head and proceeded to talk,
“Well I’m sure the guys at school think you're hot, I mean it's not like your ug-” you heard the familiar clacking of heels against the floor,
“Baby?” Fuck, it was her. Elliot wasn't much of a relationship guy, he usually couldn't go more than a week without having a new girl on his arm. It never bothered you, of course you were jealous but you had a little bit of clarity knowing that he wouldn't be worried about them within a couple days. It was weird that Elliot had stayed around with this girl for so long, it's been two months, which is a long time for Elliot. Damn, how good was this girl's pussy? You hated her bitchy attitude and her mean face, what did Elliot even see in her anyways? Besides her looks, her boobs were pretty nice.
“I miss your lips babe, c’mere.” Here goes the loud and disgusting smacking that was sounded by their lips clashing. You rolled your eyes and got ready to turn your heel to leave them be. You looked at them one more time, “Bye Elly,” he gave you a shortwave and used the same hand to cup her cheek. She lifted her hand and performed a “shoo” motion at you which made your blood boil.
You rightfully walked away and used all your being to not go back over there and yank the extensions out of her head.
“What a fuckin’ bitch.”
#elliot x reader#elliot x y/n#elliot x you#elliot euphoria#rue bennett#jules vaughn#elliot fanfic#hbo max#hboeuphoria#dominic fike#dominic fike x reader
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Infection
Here is the Dakota infection fic that I mentioned before! There is emeto in this because I can't resist.
Content Warning: Description of infected wound, blood, vomiting
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The smell of grilled sausages greeted Dakota before he opened his eyes. They were having a real fire-cooked breakfast that morning because Blair insisted on making the most of their camping trip. It didn’t matter that there were muffins in the car; they were in the great outdoors, and they would act like it, gosh darn it!
Madix and Riley appeared to only have gotten half the message because they were fine with roasted hotdogs, but not so eager to leave their phones in the cars. At least there was good music coming from the speakers. Ah Ariana Grande—the sound of nature.
It took Dakota’s groggy mind a second to remember that he spent the night in a tent, but his achy muscles soon reminded him. Actually, his whole body hurt as if he ran up and down a hill all day yesterday.
Oh wait, he did do that.
The four of them had walked to the lake where they found a rope swing attached to the biggest tree. It was the perfect spot for launching themselves into the water because of the hill that the tree grew from. So, they spent the day running back and forth between the water and the rope.
Their perfect camping grounds were hardly a secret, but that was okay because it meant someone provided them with a rope swing. Unfortunately, it also meant that the ground was littered with metal and glass from disrespectful campers. They picked up as mush as they could find before doing flips off the rope.
Apparently, they didn’t have the best eye for trash because Dakota’s foot found a piece of a glass bottle that they missed. He had been coming back from the water, soaking wet with the biggest grin on his face, ready to jump again, when the glass shard cut into the bottom of his foot. Now Dakota, like the campers who littered in the first place, had been quite drunk. He felt the pain, certainly, but he soon forgot about it when the water washed the blood away. Until he got back to the campsite where he covered the cut with a bandage, he walked around with his skin torn open.
Dakota didn’t know it, but that cut was what made him wake up with the sickest stomach, and it was the cut that would eventually make him collapse during a hike. Well, not the cut, but what got into it.
The bandage was still on his foot when he woke that morning to the smell of breakfast being cooked. The smell turned his upset stomach, forcing him to crawl out of the tent.
Everyone was already awake, meaning he must have slept in if Riley was up before him. Blair was kneeling by the fire, turning the sausages as they cooked. Madix and Riley were sitting in their camp chairs around the fire, munching on peanuts. Chipmunks joined them for breakfast as well. The little animals scurried to where Riley held his hand open. When Dakota zipped open the tent, his friends all looked his way.
“Morning, baby!” Blair called. Her hair was in a messy bun that Dakota knew for sure wasn’t done deliberately. She looked sunny and wonderful.
“How did you two sleep?” Madix asked while shooting a glance at Riley. “Hopefully, nobody invaded your sleeping bag in the night.”
“Hey, I told you I got cold.” Riley countered. “And I heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like a bear.”
“And I told you there are no bear sightings in this forest.”
“Fine, it was a fox then.”
“What does—”
Dakota didn’t listen to his friend’s playful banter. It was a lovely morning with lovely company, but he wasn’t feeling so lovely. Everything from his head to his feet hurt, and one foot hurt more than the other. It almost felt like he had the flu, with burning eyes and aching muscles.
What made the morning even lovelier was seeing Blair so smiley. That at least helped how he was feeling. God, he really hoped he wasn’t getting the flu in the middle of the forest.
“I slept okay,” Blair said as she placed the sausages on a paper plate, “How about you, Kota? You’re waking up pretty late.”
Dakota couldn’t remember anything disrupting his sleep, but the fatigue in his bones made him question his answer. “I slept fine, but I feel weird.”
“Weird how?” Madix asked, accepting a plate from Blair.
“I don’t know. A little sick.”
“Well, you look sunburnt,” Riley said. “It’s probably from the heat.”
“Maybe.” Dakota shrugged and crossed his arms over his middle. The smell of the food was getting to him bad. It churned his stomach, reminding him of the reason he crawled out of the tent. He really didn’t want to worry Blair and take the smile away from her face, but he could feel the need to puke getting stronger. His mouth filled with saliva, and not because he was hungry.
While his friends ate, he pulled himself out of the chair and began walking away. He had to get far enough away so he wouldn’t upset Riley. Running wasn’t an option he discovered, as he needed to keep weight off his injured foot.
Dakota barely got twenty feet away from the fire before bending over with his hands on his knees. He only needed to burp once. The belch dislodged something in his stomach and suddenly he was retching up last night’s dinner onto the ground.
“Oh shit.” He heard Madix say. He didn’t know what Riley was doing, whether he was running away or covering his ears, but he felt bad either way. He hoped Riley was running away because he wasn’t close to being done.
By the time the second gush rushed up his throat, Blair was by his side. She patted his back as mostly-digested burgers and smores splattered at their feet. “Easy, babe.”
Dakota didn’t take it easy. He didn’t know how. He threw up everything in his stomach without stopping. He was hot and sweaty when he finished. Rather than feeling light-headed, he felt the opposite. His head pounded as if someone were trying to shove a million cotton balls in through his ears.
“Sorry,” he said simply while wiping his mouth. “That happened fast.”
Blair was still rubbing his back. “Are you hungover or something?”
“I don’t know.” This felt different from a hangover. He wanted to let his legs go out from under him. He wanted to lie down forever. He also didn’t want to stop Blair from having a good day.
“Are you okay? What do you need?” she asked, like he knew she would. She started leading him back to the tent with a comforting hand on his shoulder.
He let out a groan as he entered the tent. “I need to go back to sleep. I’m fucking exhausted.”
From outside, he heard Madix and Riley come back to the site. Madix poked his head into the tent. “Hangover or heat exhaustion, that is the question.”
“I’m sorry, Mads. I’m so sorry.” Dakota said with his hand over his eyes.
“Don’t feel bad. You couldn’t help it.” Madix looked back, probably checking on Riley. “Now, did you drink too much, or do I need to worry about heat stroke?”
God, no, Dakota thought to himself. Madix would undoubtedly make them pack up their tents if he had heat stroke. He didn’t think he was sick from drinking, but he wasn’t about to end their trip so soon. “I’m probably hungover. I just need to sleep it off.”
“Are you sure, baby?” Blair cooed while running her hand through his hair. “You don’t look good.”
“Listen, you guys go to the lake this morning while I rest, and I’ll be good to go on the hike this afternoon.”
Blair put two water bottles by his pillow. “You have to promise to drink lots of water.”
“I will, I promise.”
His friends eventually agreed to leave him in the tent to rest. Everyone wanted him to get better so that he could enjoy himself later.
Everything will be fine; it isn’t heat stroke. Dakota’s groggy mind replayed this sentence until he fell asleep.
He was right about it not being heat stroke, but wrong about the other thing.
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Rustling in the nearby bushes woke Dakota from his nap. Checking his phone, he realized that he slept for nearly four hours. He let his head fall back onto his damp pillow. The nausea was slightly better, but everything else was worse. Every part of his body was throbbing in pain so maybe that’s why he didn’t bother to check the heat emanating up his ankle. Besides, there was enough heat on his forehead to roast that night’s marshmallows. The water bottles that Blair gave him were still full and now warm. He was sweating out every ounce of fluid left in his body, but the thought of filling stomach with liquid made him want to zip himself up into his sleeping bag and use it as a casket.
The rustling got louder and was accompanied by voices. It was his friends returning from the lake. For some reason Dakota suddenly thought that chugging the water bottles would make everyone happy. It would ease Blair’s worries about him being sick, and maybe it would even give him the energy to get up. And he wanted to get up so bad, so that’s what he did. He quickly found clothes in his duffel bag that would be good for hiking.
The water sloshed in his stomach as he greeted his friends around the firepit. He braced himself on the back of a chair and put a smile on his face.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Blair asked. She got up on her tiptoes—a sign for Dakota to bend down so she could kiss him.
“Better. I think a hike will be good for me.” Said no one ever who just finished puking their guts up. Dakota just said it, but he was a liar.
Apparently, he was a good liar. “Yay!” Blair exclaimed while swapping her flip flops for running shoes.
It wasn’t long before the group was ready for their hike. It was an uphill hike. Yippee, Dakota thought. It also wasn’t long before he started to fall behind in the marching order. Blair led the charge with Riley. The two of them played twenty questions while leading the way. Madix fell back as well. Dakota wasn’t being very subtle in his suffering. He knew that Madix was keeping an eye on him.
He huffed his way up the trail, feeling worse with every step. Feeling even worse with every other step as his right foot momentarily held his weight. He was back to being nauseous and dizzy, and feeling like the sky switched places with the earth. With how blurred his vision was, Dakota was surprised that he didn't trip. Maybe it would be okay to trip. It would give him a second to rest on the ground.
Aw hell, he didn’t need an excuse to rest.
Dakota called out to Madix in a weak voice. Luckily, Madix heard him even when a coughing fit broke up his request to stop. The coughing turned into gagging and forced Dakota back into the position from that morning with his hands on his knees. It was the sound of him gagging that made Madix call out to Riley and Blair, telling them to keep walking. He and Dakota would catch up soon.
Madix carefully stepped around protruding branches to reach his friend. “Why don’t you sit down.” He gestured to a group of large rocks on the side of the trail. Well, he picked a good place to stop.
Dakota held up a finger and then heaved up the water that sloshed and gurgled in his belly. It didn’t take many retches before the water was gone, leaving only bile left to throw up. One harsh retch had him toppling to the ground where he finished being sick on his hands and knees.
“Jesus, Kota,” Madix said while helping him up. “What, are we back in our undergrad?” He meant it as a joke; a throwback to the dorm room hangovers that made even water impossible to keep down. Madix’s easy expression turned serious when Dakota sat on the rock with his head in his hands. He looked bad. Far too sweaty for how little they walked. And something else seemed wrong. Madix put his hand on Dakota’s shoulder. “Hey, are you shaking?”
Dakota was indeed shaking. Shivering in the summer heat. “This is gonna sound ridiculous, but I’m cold.”
Madix frowned. He moved the hand that was on Dakota’s shoulder to the back of his neck. His skin was burning hot and slick with sweat. That wouldn’t have been too weird, but it was the shivering that worried Madix. “I think you have a fever. Something is making you sick and it isn’t the booze.”
Dakota was hardly listening. Everything hurt. He didn’t have the energy to theorize with Madix about what was making him feel like garbage. The ache in his head and his stomach was nothing compared to the throbbing inside his shoe.
“Dakota, are you hearing me? I want to take you back to the campsite.”
The boy didn’t move. He didn’t say anything as he bit his tongue in pain.
“Dakota?”
The shaking of his shoulders managed to pull him out of trance. “Sorry, sorry it’s my foot. It’s killing me.” He couldn’t take the pain anymore and kicked off his shoe. “I cut it the other day and it still hurts like hell.”
“Let me see,” Madix said, moving off the rock to get a better look. Immediately, the red and yellowish stain on Dakota’s sock made him worried.
Once Dakota took off the sock and the bandage, Madix recoiled with a hand over his mouth. “Oh God, fuck, why didn’t you say anything?” The smell hit Madix first. It wasn’t as bad as some wounds that he’d seen at the hospital, but it still caught him off the guard.
The cut was deep enough to warrant stitches, but the biggest problem was the yellow pus leaking from it. The entire bottom of his foot was red and swollen. After getting over the sight of the cut, Madix started thinking about how painful it must be to walk on.
“Is it bad?” Dakota asked, though he already knew the answer from the look on Madix’s face.
“Yeah, it’s bad. It’s infected.”
“Can you fix it?”
Madix shifted on his knees, trying to see the cut from a better angle. “If you showed it to me before it got this bad, then maybe, but not now. You need to go to the hospital.”
“Shit,” Dakota mumbled as he carefully put his sock and shoe back on.
Madix helped Dakota up and let him lean on him. “Shit is right. God, why do you make me worry so much?”
“It’s gonna make Blair worry too.” She was going to be even more upset than Madix. He hated being the reason she was upset. And it wasn’t even because he cut the trip short, but because he didn’t take better care of himself. “If only I weren’t so lovable.”
“Ha, you won’t have to worry about that anymore,” Madix said breathlessly. It was a lot harder to hike when a whole person was hanging off your arm. “See, all the appeal was stored in your foot, and now we’ll have to cut it off.”
Shockingly, Madix was being facetious. There would be no foot chopping that day, or any day. There might be a scolding from Blair but that was it. The cleaning of the wound would hurt less than the look of concern that Blair would wear. It was that look that would eventually make Dakota paranoid about treating every single cut, no matter how small. He could never see that look again.
#emeto#emetophilia#emeto fic#emeto fiction#infection#fever#infected wound#tw blood#Dakota#Blair#Madix#Riley#vomiting#puking#camping#my ocs#sickfic
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SasuHina Month 2020- Day 13
Prompt: Met Gala + Indirect Kiss.
Prologue
Sasuke POV
I wake up when my phone just won’t stop ringing. I’ve ignored it for about 15 minutes but the damn thing just won’t shut up. With my eyes still closed I roll on my side and blindly search for the phone on my nightstand. It stops ringing just as I get my hand on it but it starts again the moment after. Without looking who it is I pick up and place it to my ear.
“Have you seen it?” my agent asks sounding part annoyed and part tired.
“Seen what?” I ask and take the phone from my ear to check the hour, it’s barely fucking 7 a.m. It’s my time off, I can’t believe he woke me up at 7 fucking a.m.
“Twitter. You have gone viral” he says; I can already picture him; his teeth are clenched and the vein on his forehead is about to pop.
“Why? How did I go viral when I did literally nothing?” I have no notifications on my phone besides the billion missed calls from him. It’s true most people aren’t awake this early in the morning and I always turn my internet off on my phone before going to bed; the notifications wake me up otherwise.
“Check it and we have to have a meeting. I’ll call the other agents and talk about how this should be handled.” He says and disconnects.
I’m tempted to ignore his call and go back to sleep but I know myself and now that I am up, I won’t be able to fall asleep again. Still instead of checking twitter right away I get up to take a shower and have some breakfast. Only after I’ve finished eating and drinking my coffee do I turn on my internet and I am immediately spammed from every social media app there is. I have been tagged and mentioned in a lot of posts. I click one of the tweets and it simply says “@SasukeUchia @HinataHyuga
#SasuHina
That’s it. That’s the tweet”
There are many other tweets similar in notion and they all have the #SasuHina, and each of them has over 70k retweets and comments and 150k likes. I am still extremely confused by what is happening. I keep scrolling until I reach a tweet that has pictures, the pictures are from last night’s Met Gala.
I start recalling my memories from last night
We were barely in the car when the night started going sour. Sakura was texting away on her phone with a speed I had never seen before, she was frowning and her mood was just…awful. Naruto kept sneezing, before we started getting ready, he had a fight with his and Hinata’s agents; he didn’t want to attend because of his cold but they pushed him; Hinata kept looking at him with sympathy and offering him tissues. We were 5 minutes away from the venue when Sakura put her phone away, no longer looking angry but more tired. Her shoulders were lowered and she burst into tears. Neither or us knew what to do for a moment before Hinata moved and rubbed her back for a moment.
“Sakura what’s wrong?” Hinata asked softly and did her best to dab her tears away without smudging her make-up.
“She broke up with me.” The air fizzled with anxiety for a moment. Sakura and her girlfriend whose name she never revealed to us, had been having problems since the fake dating thing started back in November. Honestly, I had never expected them to last that much; does that make me a dick? Maybe. But almost 5 months had passed and that’s a long time to be fighting with somebody. The car stopped and we had to get out and do the red-carpet walk. Sakura’s eyes were red just as Naruto’s nose. All in all we were a mess.
For a second, we all stood still, I was considering telling the driver to just take us back to the hotel but Sakura took the initiative and told us to move; so, we did. Naruto exited first and helped Hinata out. Her dress was massive so she needed a helping hand. I waited for the two to take a few steps away from the car before I got up and helped Sakura; thankfully she didn’t have a huge dress on but a pantsuit so it was easier for us to walk around and move.
As usually reporters kept screaming their questions at us even if we never actually answer any of them. Paparazzi too followed their normal routine and kept asking us to kiss but we didn’t. It didn’t feel right; Sakura was heartbroken and I’m pretty sure Hinata didn’t kiss Naruto because she didn’t want to catch his cold. After a hundred flashes blinded us, we made our way to the inside of the venue. Despite the fact that they had forced Naruto to come, our agents were kind enough to say we could leave early if we wanted to; I was quite sure, actually I was certain that we would.
The night went on as normal for a while, we chatted among ourselves, with other celebrities we did all you were supposed to do at this type of event. Sakura went to the bathroom to “check her make-up” but I heard her phone rang so I put one and one together and assumed she’d be in there for a while talking on the phone. Naruto and Hinata had split for a moment to go talk to different people and I took the opportunity to get myself some water. When i returned with my water, I walked back to where Hinata was sitting alone.
This is where apparently the night went wrong; the first pictures are from this following 5 minutes
As I’ve mentioned before Hinata and I aren’t close so even when I went to stand by her side we didn’t really talk. I took another sip of my water and looked around the room thinking we had stayed long enough and that we could leave soon. I turned to Hinata to tell her my idea and she too seemed eager to leave. I put my glass of water on the table behind us.
“You don’t want that anymore?” She asked and I shook my head, putting my hands into my pockets. She took the glass and drank the rest. I saw nothing weird then and I see nothing weird about it now, the past half year we’ve been shoved together so much that despite not knowing each other we were comfortable. Naruto finished talking and he was looking for us; I nodded towards the door telling him silently that we were ready to bounce and he nodded back.
“I’ll go look for Sakura so we can all leave” Hinata said and took a step forward, she hadn’t held onto the skirt of her dress and stepped on it and stumbled, so I did what everyone would do in that case; I caught her. I held onto her waist and arm until she was back on her feet and stable. She looked up at me with red cheeks; probably from the embarrassment that could have been and thanked me. I let go of her and she went on to find Sakura. The two of them returned soon; Sakura had cried some more, it was obvious from the redness of her eyes and the smudged make-up. The two girls walked in front of us and we all moved quite fast so the paparazzi couldn’t take clear pictures of us. We got into the limo and left. Instead of going to the hotel where we all got ready, we asked the limo to take each of us home. Sakura lived the closest; than Naruto; Hinata and I were last. We were alone in the limo a maximum of 10 minutes which she spent with her eyes closed her head tilted back. When we got to where she lived, I got out of the limo to help her with the dress and walked her to the elevator so she wouldn’t fall again. We hugged good night and I went on my way. I got home took a shower, put on some boxers and went to sleep. I slept until I was woken by my agent and now, I’m looking at the pictures on this twitter thread.
The first one is me holding my glass water, the second is of me drinking, then the glass is on the table and the final one is Hinata drinking from it. The most liked comment under these pictures is the one saying “So they just swapping saliva like nobody’s business. Can I get and ‘indirect kiss’ please? Anyone?”
The next pictures are of me when I caught her; my arms around her waist and her looking up at me flushed. I know how that looks out of context…The comments on this one vary, but most of them have the word ‘swoon’ in them.
The next pictures are of me helping her out of the car, me walking her to the door, us hugging but the angle on the last one is weird and I have a suspicion that whatever scumbag paparazzi followed us did that intentionally. It doesn’t look like a simple hug. It looked like a kiss. This tweet has the most likes and comments and as I’m looking at it, people keep liking it and retweeting. It has over 170k likes.
I scroll for a while longer and I keep seeing the same few pictures and just people making up something that really isn’t there. I stop when I see a picture of us leaving. Hinata looks at Sakura with sad eyes; Sakura’s eyes are visible you can tell she has been crying; Naruto is behind and he had just sneezed and they caught him with a weird expression on that looks similar to disgust and I just look tired. That certain post has the SasuHina hashtag but it’s a hate post. The thread goes on and on saying how disgusted this person is with me and Hianta for breaking Naruto and Sakura’s heart. How we’re cruel for doing that in public and so on. Another person points out the fact that unlike normally we did not kiss for the paparazzi. They keep on piling up evidence from nothing.
I keep scrolling and scrolling and even after almost 2 hours I can’t reach the beginning of the hashtag. We returned home at about 1 or 2 in the morning. How could this happen in 5 hours?
I walk to my bedroom, put my phone down and lay down. My phone keeps buzzing with each notification. I only looked on twitter. But the notifications come from every social media platform that I am on. I don’t know how we are going to fix that. We could tell the truth that nothing is there but misleading pictures. We could even go as far as to tell everyone that the dating was fake all along. That would be a huge relief for all of us I am certain.
My phone rings a few moments later and I see it’s Naruto. The fact that he’s awake at 9 in the morning is concerning.
“Dude. People took 7 pictures out of context and made a literal drama. I had like 25 texts from random actresses telling me that it’s such a shame Hinata and I broke up and that they are there for me if I need the comfort”
“Yea it’s all a mess.” I say and sigh loudly.
“Did you get any kind of shade?” He asks and he sound concerned.
“No, what do you mean?”
“Well I just talked to Hinata for about 30 minutes. She was really upset. Apart from you and hers ship name trending and most of her accounts gaining a lot of new followers she said she got a shit ton of hate too. People messaging her telling her she’s a whore and shit like that. People are disgusting man”
I clench my teeth and just say that I got nothing. I can’t fucking believe they are slut shaming her. I mean I do believe it I know that people suck but it still feels so wrong and unfair. They are shaming her only and not me. She’s the female and society has decided she is the bad one, she is the one with the fault, the one to blame. I hang up with Naruto and look for Hinata’s number in my phone. I want to text her and see if she’s ok. I feel bad and responsible.
I start laughing like a maniac when I realize I don’t even have her fucking number. We’ve been coworkers from 8 years and I don’t have her number, I know literally nothing about her. And three interactions have been blown out of proportions by people and fucked with our lives.
A couple hours later all 4 of us and our agents are in a meeting. Hinata looks ok, maybe a little annoyed, I was worried she’d be crying or throw a fit. Naruto’s cold seems to be worse; he looked like a zombie and Sakura has sunglasses on, inside so I can only assume she’s feeling peachy too.
“We haven’t yet decided how to handle this but the damage is done I don’t think we can simply deny the pictures and go back to normal, nor do we really want to. The SasuHina thing is bigger than anything we’ve seen in a while” My agent states and looks to the others to go on.
“Maybe the best course of action is to come clean, tell everyone that the two couples split up a while ago but you guys are still really good friends and on amazing terms which is why you didn’t want to make it public yet and create any sort of drama” Sakura’s agent is the one to speak next and he does look to be a bit regretful. Had this happened a few days faster maybe Sakura and her girlfriend wouldn’t have broken up, pretty sure most of us are thinking that.
“But we won’t be addressing the SasuHina thing yet; if someone asks about it during an interview in the following weeks you all have to say ‘no comment’” My agent added.
“Why? Won’t that make them think we are dating…?” Hinata asks and her agent nods.
“It’s vague. You don’t say no and you don’t say yes either. The amount of exposure you two are getting right this moment is huge. We even got a few shows calling asking for the two of you to be the protagonists” Her agent says and stops for a second for, what I can only assume is dramatic effect. “One of the offers is a really huge movie that people have been waiting for a long time but it kept getting postponed, it is after a book and the writer has the last say when it comes to casting and she never liked any of the actors but this time she is the one that contacted us not the casting director. All you have to do is go audition and the roles will be yours”
I haven’t really started looking into new roles yet, despite Naruto being done for almost half an year we’ve still been very busy with other things still about it. There’s even a talk about them wanting to film a documentary with us actors talking about the journey and how we think we differ from our character and such. But having options is always good and even if I do get casted and don’t really enjoy the role, I can always turn it down. I look to Hinata and she too is in deep thought but her eyes raise to mine and I rise an eyebrow towards her and she shrugs and nods.
Just when I thought the fake dating was over with…We both say we’d like to audition for this movie and our agents start moving on super speed making phone calls, organizing conferences, booking plane tickets and hotels. The buzz of the Naruto ending was just starting to fade a little and I thought I could have a few weeks off but it seems that’s not in the books for me.
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Back of the van.
Summary: After a great show you, Roger and Brian head back to the van to have a little fun.
Warnings: Um this is filthy. It's also a bit short so sorry about that. There is a lot going on here. Pretty much porn without plot. Mainly all SMUT! It's got all your favs including a threesome, cum-swapping, spitting, fingering, dirty talk, brief glance at a dom!Roger, double penetration, teasing, eating out and inappropriate usage of a drumstick. Wrap it before you tap it, protect your wang before your bang etc...can someone please give run me a shower with holy water and recite bible verses to me? And please do not read if your under 18!
A/N: No one asked for it but y'all got this filth. Enjoy. 💖(I was going to post this a little later but I couldn't help myself ajajkaklllkj 😂also I couldn't find any steamy threesome Maylor with reader content??? Like I had to fix that to get my fill.)
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"Hi, Rog! Hey Bri!" You smiled and pecked their cheeks "Amazing show as always! Except Tim but you know I think he's shit. He's always bloody moaning about something for god sake! He needs to lighten up!" You rolled your eyes and leaned your back against the bar with your elbows propping you out a little bit.
"We'll pass on your constructive criticism..." Brian chortled before licking his lips, something that didn't go unnoticed by you. "New dress?" He asked, his eyes firmly fixated on your chest, just where the gaping v line stopped. You subtly popped your chest out a little more when you caught him looking.
"Roger's seen it before..." you nonchalantly replied but with the biggest smirk on your face. You knew how much stuff like that riled up Brian.
"Yeah, seen it on your floor," his fingers began to trace up and down the fabric. "Would love to see it there again..." Roger leaned forward and you stopped him before his lips could touch yours.
"You're making him jealous, Rog..." you teased Brian "Look at his little pout!" You pursed your lips and bopped your finger against Brian's nose. "It's okay, Bri...you've seen what's underneath it," you winked and the guitarist bit down on his lip with a knowing grin.
Roger's jaw dropped and he looked between the both of you "That's not fair!" He whined "What have you got on? I want to see it!" He tried to grab you but you hid behind Brian, giggling.
"If you want to see it, you know where to take us..." you looked at Roger with lust blown eyes. He watched you intently as you raked your fingers over Brian's pelvic bone and hips, making the man groan and his head fall back ever so slightly. You pulled Brian to you, his body pressing against yours as you looked at Rog with a sultry gaze. Roger swallowed hard and took your hand and Brian's hand, dragging you out to the van that was in a secluded bit of the car park just incase the night leaded to where he wanted it to go. As soon as the door shut Roger's mouth was on yours and Brian began kiss your neck. You let out a delighted groan and let your hands tangle in Rogers shaggy mop and Brian's curls.
Roger sat up and straddled your thighs, you opened your mouth but he cut you off with a gentle "Shh..." he traced his fingers up your arms "I know where the zip is..." he smirked and looked at Brian who shot him a deadly glare. A faint hiss filled the back of the van when he unzipped the zipper on the side. Roger slowly rolled up the hem of your dress to your stomach. "Well, well...weren't you a lucky boy Brian getting to see...this..." he whispered and Roger traced his fingers over the navy blue lace on your underwear. "They're too pretty to rip off with me teeth...far too nice to tear off with my fingers..."
You whined when his fingers teasingly brushed over your clit. "Brian!" You pointed "Tell Roger not to tease! Not tonight!" You pleaded with puppy dog eyes- the ones you knew he couldn't resist. Brian traced his fingers over your lips and you opened your mouth just enough for them to fall in. You began to gently suck on them.
Brian sighed in pleasure and looked up to Roger "Be nice, Rog. Don't you think she deserves it for looking so good tonight? Remember last week? Y/N was so good to us both."
Roger huffed but felt a smile tug at his lips "Oh alright! I swear you're like putty in her hands, Bri!" Roger leaned forward and kissed you, Brian sat back a little and watched the two of you, casually palming his himself while he watched the two of you make out. It turned him on so much watching your tongues battle against each other and hearing the sweet, slick sounds of your mouths and saliva together. You stopped and glanced to Bri, Roger followed your line of vision, he bit down on his lip when he saw Brian with his eyes shut as he rubbed himself through his jeans, gasping between barely parted lips.
"Lets make him feel good," you purred in Rogers ear and he nodded with a growing grin. "Brian," you hummed and his eyes snapped open, his cheeks flushed feeling a bit like a rabbit caught in headlights when he saw you and Roger staring. "Strip for us."
Brian gulped, he was never really good at that. Out of the three of you he was the shy one.
Roger was the confident and cocky one and you were the wild one- he always felt a little self conscious but that usually disappeared when the two of you were kissing every single inch of him. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Roger chanted and clapped his hands. You joined in too, quickly chanting with him and then yelling in delight when Brian pulled off his top. You saw a burst of confidence in his eyes. Roger slapped on his thighs like a set of drums and you did the same when Brian removed his trousers and boxers.
You both went wild and cheered, Brian was a blushing mess. The pair of you were still fully clothed and looking at him with dark eyes. Brian felt very exposed. "Doesn't he look so handsome, Rog," you said with a grin.
"Mhmm..." Roger rubbed your thighs, still keeping his eyes locked on Brian "So handsome." That gaze sent a shiver down Brian's spine.
"The two of you look like you've been sculpted from marble by gods!" You bit down on your lip and Roger pulled you onto his lap. The two of you still staring at Brian while the drummer soothingly stroked your soaking wet underwear, just adding fuel to Brian's burning fire.
"Do you want to play with him as much as I do?" Roger huskily asked.
"I want to play with him so bad..." you lustfully purred and crawled on all fours over to him "Tease him so bad...did you see what he was doing tonight, Roger?" You asked, hovering over Brian's face, he gulped loudly, watching you take off your dress above him. He knew what he did and he knew there would be consequences. "Practically fucking me with his eyes while his fingers moved faster than the speed of light. You may be a handsome boy," you bent down and licked the length of his neck with the tip of your tongue, a broken whine left his lips. "But you're a bad boy too."
"We should teach him a lesson, Y/N," Brian growled under his breath and let out a sharp sigh. He wasn't looking at the drummer but he could see that cocky smirk plastered on Rogers face. Brian heard him shuffling about, taking off every piece of clothing until he was naked. The back of the small van was dripping with heat and tension. You felt Rogers hands gently pull off your underwear before gripping on to your hips and suddenly sliding himself between your folds with a long groan. Brian cried out when you gripped onto his wrists, he wanted to touch you and Roger desperately.
"Oh god!" You moaned right in Brian's face "He-he's fucking me so good, Bri," you smirked and the guitarist wriggled under your body, he groaned hearing Roger's skin slapping against yours. "He feels absolutely devine!"
"You should feel her Bri, she's so wet- soaking in fact! Dripping out all over my cock...God she was desperate for this all night!" Roger groaned and shut his eyes, his filthy mouth driving himself wild never mind the two of you. "And she is so tight- the best pussy I've ever had."
"You say that all the time!" You managed to say even though your voice felt like it had been placed in a vice it was becoming so tight and strained.
"Cause it's the truth," Brian leaned up and crashed his lips against yours, pleading you to put him out his misery soon by gently biting on your bottom lip and brushing his tongue against it. "Let Roger cum inside you, wanna taste you both when I eat you out." You let out a breathy moan against Brian's face. "Did you hear me, Rog? Cum inside her!"
"You don't have to fucking tell me twice! Fuck!" He groaned and pounded you even harder than before. His fingers sunk deep into your flesh "You feel so good baby, you gonna take all my cum?" He playfully spanked you and both you and Brian both moaned as a response. "Bet you can't wait to feel Brian's tongue on you, it's like a gift from god," he dreaminly sighed.
"Hurry up, Rog!" Brian cried, he didn't know how much longer he could be taunted like this.
"Don't rush me!" He softly snapped, a thin layer of sweat forming just above his brow. "I'm almost there!" He grittily roared as he came, you felt a warmth inside you and all over your inner thighs. Roger drooped himself over your back to catch his breath for a moment before managing to peel himself off of you. As soon as you released Brian's wrists he pounced on you, pulling off your bra and then buried his head between your legs. He didn't want to waste any time, you and Roger torturing him like that had wasted enough of his night.
"Oh my fucking god!" Your back arched feeling Brian sticking his tongue in and out of you like he usually did with his fingers. He was desperately trying to get the mix of your juices and Rogers cum out of you. "Oh SHIT! That's so good Bri, baby." Your fingers found his hair and you raked your nails over his scalp. Brian hummed and your head fell back in pure pleasure feeling the tingiling vibration on your already sensitive bud. Roger, who was still catching his breath and recovering, lay beside you and pressed soft, sweet kisses to your lips.
"How do we taste, Bri?" Roger managed to say, he was still in a post-orgasm haze.
"Mmm so good," he murmured against your slick folds and you moaned again feeling the blissful vibration sensation all though your body. "Absolutely fucking delicious," he did it again and you felt yourself getting more and more sensitive down there.
"Show her how fast your fingers can move, Brian. Fuck her with them like you're playing a guitar." Roger smirked and left a trail of kisses on your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and proudly smiling even more when he heard the highest pitched moan leave your mouth when Brian fingered you. "I love your mouth," Roger brushed his fingers over your lips "Can I fuck it while Brian fucks you? Would you like that, baby?" He asked in the sweetest of tones. You moaned and nodded your head frantically. Roger sat up and rubbed little circles over Brian's back. Brian sat up and inhaled a lungful of air, the skin around his face shone in the faint light. "Holy shit," Roger mumbled and swiped a finger over the wet patch around Brian's mouth. He sucked the wet juices off his finger and removed it from his mouth with a pop. "We do taste good." He smugly smirked and you cracked a tired smile.
Brian rolled his eyes with a lopsided grin on his face and Roger gave him a gentle kiss. "Hmm look at Y/N just lying there..." Roger snaked an arm around Brian's waist "We're going to absolutely fucking wreck her."
You swallowed hard and your fists balled the soft blankets that were on the floor of the van. Brian motioned to something and Roger glanced over. A wide, devilish smirk appeared on his face. "I know we said we wouldn't tease you..." Brian began and you wailed with frustrated desperation. "But Roger is so good at banging- drums and us, that is. What do you need to play the drums, Roger?" Brian asked in a playful tone. You didn't like where this was heading. That tone and the looks on their faces were never good for you. You knew how powerful the two of them could be when they teamed up against you.
"Drumsticks, Brian. Drumsticks." Roger emphasised and grabbed one, placing it near your throbbing heat. "You see, it's all about rhythm." He teasingly brushed the stick over your slit and you gasped and tensed, jolting ever so slightly at the wooden object that was alien to your body. "It's knowing when to play the right beat." He rubbed it against you gently and you cried out, your back coming up off the floor completely.
"Just fucking fuck me already for the love of fuck!" You growled snappishly and then yelped when Roger spanked your throbbing pussy with the stick. "Fuck!"
"Then you've got to know when to hit it to make the sweetest sounds," Brian teased and you looked at him almost pleadingly. "Oh come on, Rog. Let's put our sweetheart out of her misery. It's the least she deserves."
Roger smiled and licked your juices off the tip of the drumstick, giving Brian a suggestive look while doing it. The guitarist shyly looked away and then leaned forward to give you a kiss. He peppered a line of sweet kisses down you jaw and neck, softly groaning against your skin when he smelt your sweet perfume mixing with the sweat you had built up. The windows in the van had fogged up as it was so hot inside- as soon as the heat hit against the cool window, it steamed up.
Brian propped himself on his knees and slid himself inside you, his hips quickly buckling, he was just as desperate for a release as you were. "Bri, ohhh God! Baby, please! Make me cum!" You begged "Roger! Where are you?" You reached your hand out and he quickly positioned himself beside you, he wanted to let Brian see all the beautiful expressions your face was making. Plus he knew how much Brian would love watching him fuck your mouth. You hummed feeling his hard length slowly slipping into your mouth and your tongue brushed against the pulsating, protruding vein on his cock.
"Sweet Jesus! You two are so fucking hot!" Brian hissed, feeling the warmth of you surround his throbbing length "I can't wait to fucking cum inside you," he groaned and gently massaged your breast with a hand, the other was holding your thigh "You're both so fucking beautiful, I'm so lucky. FUCK!" He loudly moaned. The van was rocking about which added another element to what was already a wild ride.
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth," Roger said between gritted teeth, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back a little to make you look at him. "Then you're gonna fucking spit it into Brian's mouth, you hear me?" You hummed and squeezed your eyes shut, a tear slipped from your eye as you gagged a little while Roger became almost animalistic with his thrusts. When Roger dominated you and Brian, he didn't hold back. "And you," he pointed at Brian who opened his eyes just enough to look at the drummer. "You're going to swallow every single fucking drop of her cum and then my cum. Or else I'll be using my drumsticks on the two of you!" You and Brian both let out a breathy moan. "You almost there, angel?" He stroked your cheek and asked in the sweetest tone. His once gritty, dominating voice doing a complete one-eighty on itself in a matter of seconds.
You hummed again before the tight coil that built up in your stomach became so wound up that it broke and you screamed against Rogers cock. Brian moved his mouth to your pussy and lapped up every single drop of your cum- just like Roger asked- before he thrusted himself back inside you and finally came with the loudest of groans. The pair of you set Roger off and ribbons of cum filled your mouth. You licked off what was left on the tip of his cock and Brian opened his mouth, waiting obediently to have that sweet taste of you and Roger combined on his tongue again.
You grabbed hold of his face and Brian grunted feeling the hot, sticky substance mixed with your spit run down his throat. He shut his eyes and then opened them again to press a sloppy peck to your lips. The three of you lay down, you were in the middle and Roger tossed a blanket over all of you. "That was fucking amazing," he sighed out with a smile on his face. The van filled with the sound of you all trying at catch your breaths. "I'm too tried to drive home." He laughed and you and Brian chuckled. All of you had your hands softly and soothingly roaming over one another.
"We can just stay here tonight," Brian said, the tiredness adamant in his voice, his limbs were like jelly so he definitely didn't feel like moving. He was comfortable having you and Roger in his arms.
You smiled and pressed a kiss to their temples. "I don't mind that," you said. "There's no where I'd rather be than with my two boys in the back of the van."
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In strangers company
Plot: you're a sex worker trying to make an honest living but your might took an unexpected turn when you pick up a stranger with a deadly secret.
Paring: Mafia Bangtan x Reader
Word count: 10.7k
Warnings: Smut,oral sex {male receiving} protective sex, face fucking, hair pulling, slight Dom behavior, swearing lots of it, exhibitionism, dirty talk, prostitution, murder.
“ Are you looking for your world rocked tonight baby?” you said seductively to the driver of a black Mercedes Benz that had now pulled up beside you.
His eyes roamed over the expanse of your leg that was exposed to his gaze the red leather dress you wore offering little modesty.
You didn't care however modesty wasn't a word in your vocabulary.
His eyes travelled up your body then landed on the swell of your breast that refuse to be contained by the spaghetti straps that struggle to keep them from spilling over.
He licked his lips eyes flashing with lust when he spoke. “Get in”
You smirked triumphantly” thought you'd never ask”.
You walked round to the passenger side of the vehicle aware of the other girls eyes on you as you had no doubt secured the bag.
Tonight was an especially slow night on wall street it was Tuesday after all, you'd been standing there for two hours and still hadn't been able to bag one customer.You was about to call it a night when the van pulled up beside you ignoring the other women that lined the street same interest at heart.
You got in closing the door beside you then pulling your seat belt around you for safety then placing your bag in your lap as the driver pulled away from the curb and into the night.
You were well aware that your choice of profession wasn't acceptable by standards the look of utter contempt you often get when people realized what your profession was.You should at least feel a bit shame,but you were a proud woman with a thick skin so you walked with your head held high. Don't get you wrong you loved what you do but that didn't mean you didn't want more out of life the money you made now was part of a bigger picture to your life goal.
“Are you with me sweetheart?” Your customer for the night asked as he ran his hand up the expanse of your expose thigh gripping your tender flesh in his hand.
You smiled sweetly “I'm was thinking about all the ways you're gonna fuck me tonite”.
His grip on your thigh tighten” that's what I like to hear.
You took a moment to look him over he wasn't bad looking or old like your usual customers probably late thirties early forties the jeans and shirt he wore fit him nicely his hair black was a little too greasy for your liking but you could look pass that for the right kind of money you could look past just about anything. He had a scar on his right cheek it looked recent it was healing nicely but you could still see the outline of it. It unsettled you for some reason but you didn't question it. Your rule number one was never divulge personal information don't ask don't tell was the code you worked by so you wasn't about to break it.
Now that your eyes was on him you didn't miss the way he kept glancing in the reverse mirror something you find very odd, again with the uneasy feeling but before you could question it any further he was pulling the vehicle to a stop.
You looked away from him and out the window to see he had stopped at a motel off route sixty nine. It was a place you were familiar with you've been here on countless occasion some men prefer cheap motel.
He open the door and got out you didn't wait to see if he would swing round to open your side you did it yourself it wasn't like he was your man or anything such formalities was useless to you.
He gave you a smile when you join him on the other side his eyes roaming over you once more as his thoughts played out in his gaze.
“I'm thinking you were eager to fuck me but here we are standing doing quite the opposite” you said irritation dripping in voice as you shift from one foot to the next arms folded.
The man chuckled in amusement “you've got a rude mouth on you I'm sure it can do other things well than throw insults at me”.
“Keep me waiting and you won't find out”
Your ultimatum spurred him into action as clearly he realized you weren't a woman to be kept waiting as he turned and walked towards the entrance of the motel swinging open the door then disappearing inside. A moment later he returned key in hand as he beckon for you to follow him. You hesitate not as you walked along behind him to the allotted room. He turned the key in room 206 and motion for you to enter first you nodded then entered as he followed suit closing the door behind him.
You were just about to scrutinize your surroundings when he was pulling you back into him then pressing you up against the door one hand flat against the door beside your head his other hands pressing into your hip as he pressed himself into you his very prominent erection hard against your belly as his head descended towards your lips.
You stopped him in his tracts with a finger too his lips. “Rule # 2 no kissing”.
You've long decided swapping saliva with random strangers was something you'd never indulge no matter how much cash they dish out. It just seem too intimate a gesture to you regardless of how many dicks you took on occasion kissing was a big no. You wasn't oblivious to the risk you expose yourself too regarding having sex with strangers but you made it your duty to get tested every three months and if no condom was present you never engage in intercourse. More than one occasion guys have pulled the ‘ I don't have protection' card thinking you were desperate for money but little did they know you always came packing.
He smirked down at you seemingly not upset by your admonishition ” so how are you gonna blow my mind exactly?”
“There are many ways to please a man besides that” you reply undoing the belt too his pants.
“But rule #3 I'm only as good as the money you pay me” you said dropping his belt on the floor.
He chuckled again as his hand cup your cheeks then slid down to your throat.You held yourself there breath even as he continued roaming over your body with his hands cupping your breast through your clothes then surprising you buy dropping it back to his side.
You shot him a glance of confusion as he reached into his jacket pocket then pulled out a bale of cash then handing it to you.
“Blow my mind” he said eyes dark with desire as you took the cash from him then watched him walked over and perch himself on the edge of the bed.
You count the cash quickly and had to do a double take at the 2k the man just handed to you.
This had to be the best night you've ever had in all your years of being a prostitute you've never gotten this much money before it seem too good to be true.
You didn't dwell on in though your mind working with all the ways you could blow his mind for 2 grand you smiled to yourself you definitely could think of a few ways as you picked your bag off the floor shoving the cash inside then walking into the room.
“Give me one second” you crooned as you head to the bathroom to freshen up a bit intent on giving him his money worth and a little extra for being a generous customer.
You reached the door to the bathroom turning the handle opening in then sneaking inside closing the door behind you.
The bathroom was modest as it get nothing over the top bathtub, toilet,sink with a little mirror over it attached to white painted walls.
You throw your purse on the toilet seat then made your way over to the sink gazing at your reflection in the mirror. You open the tap scooping up some water in your hand and dashing it along your hands letting the cool water soothe your heated flesh.
You was just about to fix your hair when a startled grunt from the other side of the door followed by angry voices and hurried footsteps caught your attention instead. You closed the tap as your turn to scrutinize the door an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of your stomach.
You grabbed your bag of the toilet seat pressing your ears to the door to get a better listen as to what was happening on the other side.
“You think you can steal from us and get away with? “ a relatively calm voice asked as the undeniable sound of fist connecting with skin filtered through the door making your heartbeat accelerate in fear.
Fuck fuck fuck this can't be happening right now of all the things that could have gone wrong tonight you definitely didn't envision this.
Stolen money? Who did he steal from?
You clutched your bag to your side the 2k feeling ridiculously heavy in your purse as you realize you possibly had some of that stolen money.
“Boss doesn't give second chances” another deep voice announced and you backed away from the door dread seeping into your blood.
“Please don't this” the undeniable voice of the man you not so long ago picked up pleaded with this attackers. The seductive tone was now gone to be replaced by fear,you held your breath as your back connect with the cold sink hand gripping the ceramic for stability.
Silence filled the room and for a moment you thought they had left but that be to kind of the universe to grant you this small deed.
“ See you in hell”
You didn't have to be able to see to know that whoever it was on the other side of that door just shot the man. The faint sound of bullet connecting with skull filled the air making you aware of the use of a silencer.
The gasp that escape you was startling even to your ear making you hand fly to your mouth to cover the sound as your heartbeat quicken at an alarmly fast rate three times above normal that you were sure it would beat right out of your chest.
You needed to escape now! You will yourself to look around for something to defend yourself with praying the person or persons you definitely heard two distinct voices didn't decided to search the room.
“Search the room” another voice ordered very different from the first two you heard.
Fuck you swore as you turned scrambling for a way out as the sound of hurried footsteps made its way towards the bathroom door.
It was a sickening realization that you were trapped and even worst yet in your moments of fear and panic you hadn't lock the door.
The handle on the door turned in your mind it happened in slow motion as you contemplated jamming yourself into it but instead you found yourself kicking out your six inch stilettos instead then grabbing them to use as a weapon just as the door swung open and you came face to face with a killer.
You didn't know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn't this handsome stranger staring at you with big brown doe eyes as his form took up the whole doorway blocking your escape.
For a moment you were stunned just as he looked taken aback by your presence, eyes going large at the person in front you who looked too sweet too young to have just murdered somebody in cold blood. His black bangs was falling into his eyes adding to his boyish ness.
You could tell he worked out his pants hugging his thighs provocatively his black shirt was tucked neatly into it highlighting his slim waist a black leather jacket finish up the look.
“What have we here?” He smirked amusement dancing in his eyes as he gave you a once over eyes lingering on your expose flesh making you feel heated all over.
“What is it Jungkook? “ another voice called.
“I think you should see for yourself” he reply without taking his eyes off you.
That pulled you out of your daze and into action as you charged towards him heels high in the air a desperate cry on your lips as you lunged for him.
It was a pathetic effort really but you weren't going down without a fight.
Jungkook as you came to know him by laughed at your effort as he just backed out the doorway and side stepped. The force of which you used to launch your attack sending you flying forward face first sprawling onto the carpet floor knocking the wind out of you as you land in a loud thud.
You groaned as your heels went flying across the room and under the bed rendering you defenseless and a little hurt as your knees definitely had a bruise or too.
The sound of laughter made you forget about whatever pain you were feeling as you use your hands to push yourself up on your feet eyes watering from humiliation and pain.
You blink back tears as you survey the room looking for whoever had laugh at your pathetic effort of self defence.
You heart dropped to your toes when you realize there was not three men in the room with you but seven altogether scattered across the room as their eyes pinned you to the spot. Two were by the door a orange haired one who looked like some fairytale prince and most definitely not a criminal. Beside him a red haired one with bronze skin with an impossibly straight nose he definitely has the boy next door look but you knew these were the kind you could never trust.
Another sat on one of the two chair in the room impossibly long legs crossed over the other dressed like a businessman in a blue tailored suit with white undershirt.He alone had been dressed like that his blond hair swept back and away from his face exposing his forehead as he watched you with hooded eyes. He had an aura about him that screamed authority making you swallow hard your throat having gone dry.
The one laughing at you was by the window arms folded smile wide as his eyes disappeared into crescent moons his bubblegum hair blowing slightly from the air condition he stood under. His face sculpted to perfection something straight out of a Gucci magazine. Next too him stood a pale one disinterest evident on his face his black hair made a startling contrast against his skin and you found yourself admiring his beauty and his eyes even though they were cold looking at you, you caught the wisp of Grey brown that remind you of the stars.
The last one occupy the only other chair in the room his beauty was undeniable his face sculpted to perfection his lips pink and plump and you found yourself wondering if it was as soft as it looked which disgusted you for clearly they were murderers all seven of them handsome killers and they were about to kill you too.
You backed away from them intent on heading back into the bathroom and locking yourself in but your back connect with solid chest instead thwarting your plans.
You gasped as his fingers circle you arms holding you immobile and preventing you from taking a step further.
Your breathing stopped altogether as the intimidating man stood from across the room eyes watching you like a hawk as he strode towards you majestic and powerful.
You try not to think about the dead man that no doubt lay on the ground on the other side of the bed and at that fact that you were about to join him.
He reached you and all inner turmoil halted as he stood in front you tall and majestic his masculine scent invading your senses,you shrink away from him but since there was no room left to go you found yourself pressing up against the one called Jungkook. His grip tightened on your arms as he inhaled deeply a chuckle escaped his lips.
“So you're the pretty little thing my money was spent on”.
You panic because you didn't know whether he was amused are angry you looked down afraid to meet his gaze instead focus on his shiny black shoe on the carpeted floor that must have cost a fortune willing yourself to disappear.
“Answer me” he growled voice taking on a superior tone that send shivers down your spine as his hand found its way to your chin yanking up your head so you could look at him.
His grip on you was strong as you try to shake his hands away but he wasn't having it you had no choice to meet his impatient chocolate gaze as the one behind you kept you from using your hands to box him away.
“I-i don't know anything about that” you stammered blinking back tears that was gathering in the corners of your eyes from fear and from his tight grip on your chin.
What did you get yourself into you wondered how was you going to make it out alive you didn't know how much money he stole you didn't know him either you just happen to have the worst luck in the universe to have picked up someone who owes money to the mafia.
He tsked in response to your claim and your attention was drawn back to him now you could see his features clearly his impossibly smooth tan skin a trace of dimples when he spoke perfectly lined teeth how were they all so good looking?
“Since you're the one I found him with it's your responsibility to pay what he owes me”
You gawked at him he could not be serious.”W-what?!! I don't even know him I just met him an hour ago” you choked out incredulous heart racing from the utter fear an alarm you were feeling.
“Then why are you hold up in a cheap motel with him? “ the resting bitch face one asked.
You eyed him around the tall one he couldn't be seriously asking you this why else would you be in a motel with a stranger if not for one reason.
“I'm a prostitute do I need to explain to you what that means so you can understand” you snapped.
The moment the words left your mouth you regretted it something dangerous flashed in his eyes and you felt like cowering from his glare but you were already boxed in front and back. Did you just insult a member of the mafia? You were definitely dead now.
Laughter broke out almost simultaneously as the handsome one in the chair ignite the fire then it spread throughout the room making you feel more nervous because the one you had insulted wasn't laughing.
“Feisty little thing” the one in the chair remarked through his laughter.
“Looks like yoongi met someone with a smarter mouth than his” the red haired one chuckled.
You made a mental note of the names as the tall one release your jaw finally and backed away from you slightly as he spoke his next words.
“Let's have some fun shall we”
You stiffen not liking the sound of that at all if you ever made it out of here alive you vowed to quit your night job and do better with your life.
“ Tonight is a first of many for our Jungkook here. His first mission his first stake out his first kill” he finished hand going in his pocket adding to the powerful aura that surrounding him.
You try not to think about his last words how he said it so casually or the fact that his first kill was still in this room as they stood there eerily comfortable while you were having internal overload. Whatever fun he intended to have wasn't going to be good news for you.
“It's been a long time since he's been with a woman. How about you show him a good time.”
Of all the things you were expecting him to say you certainly wasn't expecting that.Show him a good time what the fuck he meant?!
“What?”
“W-what?” You asked all the blood leaving your face and evaporating into thin air clearly you wasn't the only one who was shocked as the man he wanted to show a good time sound as taken aback by you.
“ Should I break it down for you to understand?” Yoongi smirked delighting in the moment to throw your words back at you.
You glared at him wanting nothing more than to smack that look off his face but something told you he wouldn't take kindly to that.
“Undress”
You froze at the next command pointed at you from the one in the chair as jungkook finally release you from his grip you figure so you could do just that.
Thoughts were swimming in your head about how you were going to get through this alive and in one piece. You came here to fuck somebody now that somebody is dead now you have to fuck the one who killed him or you could possibly be the next one lying on the floor in a pool of your own blood. The irony of that situation didn't get pass you.
“Should I just kill you now because you're wasting my time” the tall one said impatiently pulling you from your thoughts only to see he had found himself in the chair once again and was looking at you like he most definitely wanted to kill you. You could kick yourself for spacing out in this life or death situation with not one but seven different threat all around you. Seven? Then it clicked it couldn't be but what other mafia group was known for it seven member. Bangtan Sonyeondan the most ruthless most prominent mafia that runs the streets of Seoul. Fuck fuck fuck it couldn't be them Lord please don't let it be them. But as you prayed to whatever God would listen you knew damn well it was them and the chances of you escaping this room was quickly decreasing.
“Whether you live or die depends on jungkook here” the red hair one by the door remarked no trace of humor in his voice.
“So you better impress him” the one next to him chimed in.
You took back what you said about them you could see the criminal in them you bet your last dollar that they fooled many people before you.
You blink back tears as you turn to jungkook the one who you had to do this for he was back leaning against the bathroom doorway arms folded face unreadable. Your eyes connect with his and for a moment you thought you saw a hint of sympathy in the brown depths but maybe it was the lightning in the room because he made no bid to stop you.
You turn back around as you could feel their gaze on you burning into your skin watching your every move.
Your heart was beating fifty times above normal and you were sure they could hear it.Never would you have imagine you would find yourself in a situation where you would have to use sex to save your life this couldn't be reality.
You blinked once twice three times willing them to leave your nightmare nothing happen they were there still leaving you with no choice but to do whatever they asked of you.Your life was worth it you could survive this you would survive it was just sex with a stranger something you was completely used too.
You took a deep breathe then set to the task of undressing like he asked your hands pulling at the straps of your dress at the shoulders one by one then wiggling out of the material until it fell to your feet. You stepped out of it kicking it to the side leaving you standing there with your black lace thong set.
You didn't know what to do with your hand you swear you never felt so awkward or nervous before you struggle with putting it by your side or using it to cover your thighs you settled for folding it around your midsection.
“Are you always this boring? How do you even pick guys up?”
Your eyes snapped towards his in disbelief a smug smile in his face. Embarrassment warming your cheeks. The fuck did he just call you boring? That pale fucker what's his name again Yoongi? Yeah that's it the audacity of him. You'd show him who's boring. You'd-
“Ok Hoseok kill her she's wasting my time”
“Wait n-no i-i just need. There's a fucking dead guy on the other side of that bed for Christ sake” you said in hurried panicked eyes pleading with them just as the red haired one called Hoseok make towards you already unsheathing his firearm like the trigger happy henchman.
“Come here” the tall one beckoned towards you his eyes going soft as he looked at you.By now you'd figure out he was the boss of this operation the way he commanded them and they wouldn't hesitate to do what he asked. You figured it be in your best interest to do what he asked off you also if you wanted to leave this room alive. But you'd seen their faces would they let you live after all was said and done? It's not like you could snitch on them to the police. You'd been arrested multiple times for prostitution and judge Won had threaten the next time he saw you in his courthouse he'd throw you in a prison cell. But they didn't know that, but if they did would they let you live? Could you take that chance?.
You swallowed what was this some kind of ploy to gain your trust to lower your walls of defence although you didn't have any only for them to strike at your weakest moment.
“Come” he said again impatiently this time and you caved willing your feet to move towards him across the room. You mentally begged yourself to not scream or pass out when you saw the body lying on the floor.
You reached him just as you cast your eyes to floor beside him and almost fainted when you realize that there was nobody there not even a trace of blood.
You gaped at him confusion furrowing your brow. “I I- don't understand where is he?” you say looking at each of them as they watched you in amusement.
“Concern yourself not with that little one” the plump lip one said rather gently for someone who is a known murderer who just threaten to kill you seconds ago.
“All you have to worry about is pleasing our Jungkook here it's being ages since he'd being with a woman. His last girlfriend was just that a girl who couldn't appreciate what and who he was. But you don't care about that do you?”
His eyes was burrowing into you waiting for an answer for you to acknowledge him.You stared confused by what exactly he meant by ‘didn't appreciate who he was’ your only conclusion was it had to do with the fact the he killed people for a living and was part of the mafia. Despite your resolve to do what it takes to survive your mouth didn't work for you so you just nodded.
“Good” he said then startled you when he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into his lap. Your feet barely touching ground from the length of his leg that was draped over his giving you a feel of his toned muscles. One hand was on your expose waist fingers digging into your side as he kept you immobile. His other hand though was far from platonic as it snaked up your leg leaving goosebumps in its wake.you shivered and you guaranteed it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.
“Won't you be a good girl and show our Jungkook a good time?” he crooned his lips ridiculously close to your ear his breath warm and inviting on your skin. Wait was he asking or was he telling you? This night just keep getting stranger and stranger. First there was no dead body despite what think you might have heard while you were in the bathroom. Now he was being shockingly kind and gentle, when you think about it they hadn't hurt you in anyway despite their threats and harsh words. They was a far cry from the ruthless bangtan the streets whisper about or maybe they just didn't hurt women who knows. But it still didn't answer your question of what happen to your earlier date for the night and it's not like you were in a position to ask them what became of him.
“Think of it this way you were already paid for a good time yeah. So since your previous date is indisposed for the night Jungkook here is his replacement” the absolutely breathtaking one by Yoongi said hand below his ridiculously perfect chin as he stated his case.
“ Truth be told Jungkook is far better company” the orange hair one said with a wink.
Truth be told you couldn't argue with that well at least with the been paid for a good time presumably by their own stolen money so why the fuck not. You however didn't know anything about Jungkook company but it sure looks like you were about to find out.
So you found yourself getting off his leg a gentle encouragement from the man whose lap you just sat on as you walk across the room to the the one called Jungkook who had been quiet since this whole idea was spoken aloud. He watched you from where he was still propped on the bathroom door frame arms still folded tightly in front him. His eyes was strangely on your face not like the other six in the room who casually let their gaze wander over your expose flesh. It looked like he was trying hard to not look down wait was he blushing?.
You came direct in his line of vision looking up at him. At this distance you could see his features clearly. The boyish yet somewhat manly curve of his face his big brown eyes looking at you questionly his pear shaped nose.The two mole that adorn his right cheek adding to beauty and the one below his ridiculously kissable lips which was now sucked between his teeth. There was this scar on his left cheek it looked old probably from some accident when he was younger but the line was still visible at your closeness to him. He was a sight to look upon this one you've seen gorgeous men before but this one was definitely something a matter of fact they all were.
“Are you ok with this?” But of course you had to ask. He didn't say he wanted to have sex with a complete stranger despite what the others have said and you weren't about to force yourself on someone even if you had to do it to preserve your own life.
“Shouldn't you be concerned about your own life” his eyes narrowed on you.
“I am but I don't want to have sex with someone who isn't into it”
The corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile giving you a glimpse of his bunny teeth and your heart did a thing “A smart mouth prostitute with morals interesting”
“That ain't even half my skills” you said returning his small smile.
His eyes held yours for a minute and you found yourself drowning in the brown depths of his intense stare. You stepped closer to him like some invisible magnet was drawing you to him some powerful force beyond your control moving your feet without your permission. His eyes dropped from your face to slowly trail down your body to the swell of your breast. His tongue snaked out of mouth to gently run along his lower lip the action subtle as it is stir a desire inside you and for the first time tonight you found yourself getting aroused.
You dropped to your knees in front him making his doe eyes widen in confusion but he said nothing or did anything to stop you so you took it as your cue to continue. You ran the palm of your hand up his thigh feeling the thickness of his thighs beneath your fingertip as you caress him through his jeans. You held his gaze as you let your hands wander further over his body and you relish in the dark intense gaze with which he was watching you with from over his still folded arms. Your hands found its way to the back of his thighs doing the same motion as you did once more until you reach his ass. For a split second you wonder if you should do it but only for a second before you was squeezing his butt in your hand.
Your reward came in the form of his parted lips a swift intake of breath though he tried to hide it. You could tell he was trying hard not to react to your touch you smile softly nothing you love more than a challenge you would push him see how long he could hold out for.
You became a little more bold in your action your exploring fingers finding their way to his belt then tugging on the buckle and pulling it away from his waist until it was lying on the floor next to you. With his pants free it made it easier for you to get his shirt out of it. You lifted the front of the material just about midway up his stomach exposing it to your gaze.
Your mouth went dry, truth be told his waist was even slimmer than you imagine a delicate curve of his v line adorn with perfectly defined abs,six of them by the way and a barely there belly button. The mat of black hair that disappear at the top of his black boxer brief hiding away the contents laid underneath made a new wave of wetness pooled between your leg.
You sneak a glance at him he was still looking at you with the same hooded eyes only this time the flash of arousal was brewing in it's depth.
“Don't stop now” he commanded as he unfold his arms and drop it to his side.
You breath caught his voice doing wonders to your insides he didn't need to tell you twice as you position yourself more comfortably on your knees to get to him.
The first taste of his skin was like velvet on your tongue you wasn't expecting him to be this soft yet firm as you lick a strip up his abs. The hint of salt combine with his own natural taste was unlike anything you've ever tasted in your entire life and you wanted more.
You continued to lavish his skin with open mouth kisses no part of his stomach left untouched by your lips. You popped the button open on his jeans with your free hand letting the zip slid down to expose the beginning of his erection through his boxer. You pushed the material down his hips until it gathered at his feet. You gazed at his dick barely hidden by the fabric before you placed a kiss to his clothed member. Jungkook hissed between his teeth his dick twitching beneath your kisses as you continue to play with him.
You wanted to tease him further but the pulsing between your legs had you thinking otherwise just like him your body was begging for release. You squeeze your legs together to offer some relief to your heated center as you pulled the waistband of his boxer down letting his dick springfree right in front your face.
You stared amaze at the sheer size and beauty of it thick, not too veiny with it's delicate pink head already leaking precum begging for you to have a taste of it.
You licked your suddenly gone dry lip as you gazed up at him, the dark intense stare you met was a far cry from the boyish charm that was present only a few minutes ago had you wondering if this was the same person. You held his gaze as as you took his now fully erect cock in your hand sliding your hand up and down his length eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. You tongue soon replaced your hand as you licked a strip from the base to his head gathering his arousal on your tongue then you was inching your way down his length.
“Fuck fuck” Jungkook swore as you took his length full on in one go then began to slid up and down him. You felt so full of him the thickness of dick had your jaw aching moments into sucking him, but you ignored it hell bent on making him come undone in your mouth. After all your life did depend on it.
You thought you were in control of him and his pleasure but you soon realize his was an animal beneath the surface.
He surprise you when his hand found its way to your hair holding you immobile.
“You think you're the one in control here guess again sweetheart” his voice dangerously low and deep sending shock waves throughout your body. You moaned in pleasure as he started an assault on your mouth.
No longer was he propped on the door frame his feet planted firmly in the carpet legs spread to better angle himself as he fucked your mouth relentlessly.
You relaxed your jaw around him as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. He would go deep grazing the back of your throat making you gag on his dick then he would pull right out only to plunge right back in. Your eyes began to water at the constant jolt of your gag reflex but that didn't deter you neither the ache in your jaw that was bordering on painful or his strong grip on his hair as you focus on breathing through your nose. You long forget why you were doing this for your life depended on it, but you would be a liar if you said you wasn't enjoying the thrill of it. Of having this gorgeous man fuck you like it was his life that depended on it.
His grip on your hair tighten as he pulled you away from his dick you release him with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his tip. You looked up at him in confusion as his hand slip from your hair to you arms to lift you up towards him only to spin you around so your back was to him as he pulled you into his chest.
For a moment caught up in his presence the fact that it wasn't just the two off you in the room slipped your mind. So when he turned you to face the other occupants in the room your heartbeat took to beating erratically in your chest and it had nothing to do with being scared of them.
Men had looked at you before some with interest some with disinterest others with lust other with improper thoughts but nothing compared to the intensity with which they were looking at you right now. Like they were full on ready to devour you, claim you as their own,completely wreck you, milk you for all you were worth. Is this something the mafia did? they all gather in a room together to watch each other fuck? They looked oddly comfortable with what was going like they have done this before and so help you God really turned on by it. Maybe they were they kind who liked to watch some men was into that you however had never done this before. You stick to one guy at a time it was easier to be in control of the situation if things get out of hand. You could defend yourself against one guy for sure self defense class came in handy more times than one. But what are the odds that you would catch the eye of seven different men? they all looked so different were the related? brothers? cousin? friends?.The seemed to comfortable too close for it to be just business it seemed like they knew each other a long time. You didn't believe you were that appealing don't get you wrong you were hot as they say you worked out you had a nice ass your breast was eyebrow raising your face was decent but you weren't anything spectacular plenty of women out there were prettier than you so why were these seven men so intrigued? You couldn't ponder further Jungkook had other plans for you though.
“ You like sucking dick don't you” he whispered in your ear making you gasp as his hot breath tickle your ear. Was that a question? one hand was holding you immobile around the waist his other hands found its into the waistband of your panty sliding inside to fondle you.
His fingers skillful one at that found your clit in an instance teasing the neglected bud between his middle and index finger.He slid lower dipping one finger into your wetness almost making you collapse from the pleasure of it.
“ I haven't even touched you yet and look how wet you are” he chuckled.
You flushed embarrassed but the moan that escape you was wanton needy he was making you weak and he wasn't even doing anything. He pulled his hand out your panty and you looked at him in frustration.
“ Look how wet she got from sucking my dick” he said amused as he hold his fingers up for the rest of the room to see scissoring his finger so everyone can see your arousal sticking to it.
“ You're a naughty girl aren't you” the orange hair one remarked as he eyed the mess you made of Jungkook hand.
“I think she likes sucking dick Jimin” Hoseok chimed in.
“What else do you like little one?” the tall one asked his hands under his chin as his gaze bored into you.
By now embarrassment was long gone all thoughts of dead man mafia bosses completely obliterate from your mind, only arousal and the need to be filled was all you could think about. A constant heat radiated from your body something you've never felt before maybe you were into exhibitionism afterall.
“ I like you watching me while I get fucked” you said seductively as you gaze linger on each of them in turn.
“Well well guess you weren't as boring as I thought” Yoongi said a smirk on his explicitly delicious lips his eyes lingering on the wetness glistening from between your leg.
It was a shocking revelation to you that you would let each of them fuck you if they wanted and it would have nothing to do with your life depending on it.
You didn't have time to respond to yoongi comment before Jungkook was letting go of you. You cast a glance over your shoulder only to see him kicking of his shoes then he was making fast work of removing his clothes. You stared transfixed by the naked man before you his whole body expose to your gaze. Your heartbeat accelerated a mixture of excitement and lust blurring the reality of what was taking place in this motel room. His eyes caught yours and you felt the world spinning around you the axis tilting by the intensity of his gaze. He smirked at you as he pulled you into his arms once more his hands roaming over your body until he reached the barrier of your bra only to pull it from your body exposing your erect nipple to six pair of hungry eyes.
“Look at you so eager for my touch” he crooned in your ear as he took your earlobe by his teeth making goosebumps break out over your flesh. You grind your butt against him the throbbing between your leg bordering on painful. His erection only grazing your lower back. He chuckled as his pinch your nipples between his thumb and forefinger making you bite your lip to keep from moaning out.
You wouldn't beg him for his touch ain't no way you were begging him for his touch.
Your eyes flutter closed as his lips found their way to your neck biting and sucking your tender flesh making your head fall back against his shoulder in pleasure and for him to gain better access to your neck. His kisses were anything but gentle he was very thorough in his action his teeth biting into your skin no doubt you would have a few bruises come morning.
“J-jungkook” you moaned.
He moaned against your neck. “ That's it baby say my name”
Fuck it looked like you were going to beg him to touch you after all.
“Jungkook please i- I” what were you saying. You couldn't think straight when he was tugging on your nipples like that making them peak with need.
“Tell me what you need” he coaxed.
“ I need your touch”
“I am touching you” he chuckled.
You were use to getting what you want when it came to sex you were always in charge but here you were on the brink of begging this man to touch you to fuck you. When did your life become so complicated.
“Not there” you whined.
“Oh where then? “ he prompt.
“You have to use your words sweetheart or else you won't be rewarded”
“Taehyung is right I want to hear you say it”
Ah well fuck it. It's not like you're gonna see them after tonight anyways.
“ Fuck me with your fingers” you moaned out as he continued to lavish your neck in kisses.
He growled against your neck something primal stirring at your words as he detached himself from you then pushed you towards the bed. You didn't need encouragement as you settled yourself in the middle making yourself comfortable as he joined you, the bed dipping when he came on. He tugged on the waistband of your panty pulling it down your leg then flinging it beside your head completely ruined it was.
He gazed up at you running his hand up your thigh gently his liquid hot gaze was enough for you to open your legs up for him to get his first glimpse of what lay between them.
“Look at you so wet and so beautiful ” he crooned his voice sending shivers down your spine as he run his index finger up your slit then spreading you open so he could see you honeypot.
His touch was like molten lava so fiery that you fear he may burn right through you. He dipped a finger inside you and you almost pass out from the satisfying need of been filled.
“Is this what you want?” He asked as he slide that one finger in and out of you but God it wasn't enough.
“More” you begged as you writhed beneath him.
Mercifully he obliged and dipped another finger inside you almost making you cry out in pleasure.
He set a steady pace with his fingers in and out he went perfectly skillfully that it had your orgasm building real quick.
“Ahhh fuck that feels good” you moaned when he hit a particular sweet spot that send shots of pleasure all the way down to your toe.
“Look at me” he commanded his fingers reaching deeper inside you to get your attention back to him. Your eyes snapped towards him gone where the brown depths in it place were these black pool of desire that had your breath catching and your orgasm coming all at once.
He must have been viced in the art of female orgasm because he saw your shudder and he knew to pick up the pace of his fingers to help you ride the seismic waves of your orgasm that crashed into you like a brick wall leaving you completely weak and sated.
You were just coming down from your high his fingers still inside you helping you ride the wave until over stimulation had you closing your leg to get him to stop.
“So damn beautiful”
You heart did a flip it shouldn't though you knew it was just words meaningless words spoken in the heat of passion but still it stirred something within you.Maybe you should just bask in this glory of this gorgeous man calling you beautiful. It didn't happen often the men you had sex with prefer to call you different terms to their liking while you didn't oppose to it anything to please your customers you did appreciate being praised once in awhile instead of degraded.
“Are you ready for me babygirl” his question pulled you out of your daze your attention back on him only to see he was tearing the packet to a condom and sliding it down his length tossing the package side.
You nodded mouth going dry as he lined himself up with your entrance,he gripped your hip with his free hand then he was inching his way inside you. The first push of his dick inside you started that familiar burn of being penetrated you breath caught as he pushed his way fully inside you burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck why are you so tight” he gritted out as he started to pull out again only to push right back in.
His dick definitely had some girth to it so he was filling you up and stretching you out to accommodate him but the feeling was deliciously satisfying that you felt your walls contracting around him.
“Ahhh fucking hell your pussy is sucking me back in”
He slammed his hips into you making the bed jolt and you had to bite your lips to keep from crying out. You could feel him inside you thick and hard the protective layer of the condom a thin barrier that didn't hinder you from feeling him completely. The rough patch of it grazing your wall with each precise thrust of his hips.
“None of that sweetheart I wanna hear the sounds that pretty little mouth can make.I know its capability from the insults you threw at me”.
You moaned helplessly as your head snapped towards him there was only one person you had insulted Yoongi.
Your eyes locked with his and it was as if time had stopped because of his endless stare. He was liking this,and here you were thinking he hated you. Well maybe he did but his gaze said otherwise.
“Yes Jungkook baby right there” you moaned eyes still locked with Yoongi delighting in the way his lips parted at your words his eyes darkened as he gazed moved from yours to where you and Jungkook body connect. Fuck this was so hot and dirty you getting fucked like this while they watched on. It filled you with a dangerous kind of pride to know they loved watching you liked this spread wide and taking dick. Was this something to be proud about? Maybe maybe not you would think about consequences later right now you were enjoying every second of this.
“Pinch your nipples” Jimin commanded and like some puppet you were your hand flew to your nipple pinching the erect bud between your fingers heightening the intensity of your pleasure. You mewled in pleasure the sensations you were feeling right now was unlike anything you ever felt before and whether you cared to admit it or not it excited you .
“That's it such a good girl for us” the leader whose name you still didn't know remarked and something about the way he said should have raised some red flags but you were too far gone to notice.
“Eyes on me baby” Jungkook said as he pulled out of you completely leaving you dazed and confused.
“Turn around” he ordered and you scrambled to do as he asked, your life did depend on pleasing him after all.
You turned your ass towards him high in the air on your hands and knees waiting for him to fill you up again. He didn't waste any time this time round entering you in one swift thrust his grip on your hips painfully hard.
“You like this don't you baby me fucking you like this while they watch?”
Yes yes you did so much than you anticipated who knew you would feel this way.
“Oh yes baby so much you” cried as he thrust deep inside you.
“Such a naughty girl” he grunted as he slid his dick in and out of you.
Relentless in his thrust he was, this position allowing him to reach deeper inside you to all the places you didn't know exist. You felt your orgasm coming when he pushed you down harder into the pillow your ass going higher up in the air for him. His thrust getting harder and deeper his balls slapping against your clit thrust after thrust was enough to throw you over the edge.
“Fuck Jungkook I'm gonna cum” you cried as your pleasure reached its crescendo wave after wave of hot ecstasy washed over you making you see all the colors of the universe while seeing black and white simultaneously.
Your high was quickly passing your breathing uneven but he was still pounding into you like a man possess overstimulation becoming unbearable,but you kept your position for him, instead contracting your walls around him to get him to reach his high quicker.
His thrust becoming sloppy and you knew he was done for.
“Fuck I'm coming” he said shakily but surprise you when he pulled out of you again flipping you over in one go making you welp in surprise.
He pulled the condom of his dick and position himself over you as he jerked himself to finish getting off as he pumped his load, spurts hot semen spraying all over your mound some of all the way to your navel.
You bit your tongue to keep from cursing him out. What the fuck did he think he was doing spilling his cum on you? which you absolutely hated feeling on your skin by the way. But you couldn't tell him that it was still up to him whether you live or die. Now that your lust haze had passed your predicament was now at the forefront of your mind once more. Should you asked him if he enjoyed himself?.
Before you could make up your mind he was removing himself from between your leg getting off the bed completely gathering his clothes them heading to the bathroom closing the door and leaving you naked and covered in cum with six pair of eyes on you.
The silence was deafening said for your erratic beating heart you didn't dare turn to look at them you couldn't embarrassment warming your cheeks. You turn your head farther away from them and towards the closed bathroom door where they couldn't see.
“Now she is embarrassed” one of them chuckled.
“How cute”.
You bit your lip suddenly nervous pretending not to hear their comments.
Just then the bathroom door opened again and a fully clothed Jungkook emerged looking very well put together with a towel in his hand. His eyes found you immediately a gentle smile on his face as he stride towards you. You didn't dare breath too hard as he sat down beside you using the towel to wipe his cum of you. You stared at him as he gently cleaned you up your mind swirling with different emotions trying to pick sense out of nonsense. He not to long ago murdered somebody didn't he? You didn't have any proof, no evident was visible all you had was the leader comments.Even so they did do something to that guy didn't they? it made no sense at all. People don't just disappear into thin air unless somebody made them disappear. Was that to be your fate? If so why was he being a gentleman to you? He was a criminal he killed people for a living shouldn't he ruthless, unkind? its not like you were in a position to judge him for his actions you had sex with strangers for a living so you knew what it was like to have people judge you solely based on that, it wasnt a nice feeling. But this situation was very confusing to say the least and you didn't know what to make of it.
He finished cleaning you off tossing the towel aside to help you sit up only to drape his jacket over your shoulder.
“Better? “ he asked his lips tugging into a smile you swallowed nodding your answer pulling the jacket snugly around you trying to block out his scent that was once again trying to invade your sense making you forget all reason and his innocent smile that tug at your heart coaxing you to make you see the good in him. You was ready to be done with them and their mind games, go about your merry way pretending you didn't know who they were and this whole thing didn't happen. You turned towards the leader only to see his gaze on you looking at you intently. You swallowed hard trying to ignore his unsettling glance and ask the question that will decide your fate.
“Can i-?”
“You know who we are don't you?” He questioned cutting you off his eyes like steel trained on you.
Your eyes widen natural reaction because you wasn't expecting him to ask that. Why the fuck is he asking that? Should you lie play dumb pretend you didn't know. Somehow you didn't think lying to them would end well for you. This can't be good.
“I-” you licked your lip suddenly gone dry you heart beat pounding in your ears.
“Don't lie little one”. the breathtakingly handsome seated next to him drawled.“Your reaction already gaze you away”
You were done for that's it they were going to kill you now.
“You're bangtan but I don't care I i- didn't see anything I won't tell the cops please just don't kill me. You said if I do this you won't kill me” you pleaded with them eyes searching theirs for a hint of sympathy but the blank stares and smirk did nothing to reassure you.
“I said if you were to please Jungkook we would let you live” the leader said rather causal and a little to precise for your liking.
You turned towards Jungkook who was still sitting next to you,and before you could think what you were doing you grabbed his hands in yours. Your eyes shining with unshed tears.
“ Jungkook? “. You choked the words stuck in your throat.
He looked at you his big brown eyes going soft then dropping to where you clutched his hands in yours. You followed his gaze and snatched your hands back when you realized what you were doing placing it back in your lap. You however didn't see his look of disappointment of hurt that your reaction caused him. Him misreading why you pulled your hand away.
“What say you Jk did the little vixen live up to expectations? “ Yoongi questioned. You looked up at him once again and he smiled and you swore you heart stopped beating for the one hundred time today. His hands found their way to your cheeks caressing it. You blinked at his intimate gesture unsure whether to slap his hands away or let him do as his please. Before you could decide his hands was gone from you the gesture so fleeting so soft you wondered if it actually happen.
“She was good maybe little too spectacular for her own good ” he replied with a sigh as he got up from the bed and walked over to where the rest of his members were sitting and standing. You breathe a sigh of relief completely comforted in the fact that he had being satisfied with your performance that you had pleased him.
“Does this mean I can go?” You asked your eyes shining with hope restored a small smile warming your face.
“No”
Just like that hope went flying right out the door with that two letter word crushed into a billion pieces it was. You had thought they would keep their word that they'd at least be honest but who where you kidding. They were bangtan the ruthless no amount of kindness they showed you could change that they lived up to the rumors. How stupid of you to forget that to believe otherwise.
“What do you mean no?I did what you asked” you whispered the smile falling from face the blood in your veins turning to ice. You looked at each of them waiting for them to laugh say it was all a joke that they were messing with you. But found no trace of humor no teasing. Just this dark stare that made you want to bury yourself in the sheets and never show your face again. This couldn't be happening what were you too do it's not like you could fight seven off them.
“You know who we are and you know what we look like little one.”
“Stop calling me that” you snapped. Why the hell he was calling you that pet name for? Your were tired of them and their mind games. You heaved yourself off the bed Jungkook jacket along with you to preserve your modesty. Not that it mattered they had seen you naked vulnerable but if you wanted to get out you had to find a way not to be intimidated by their presence. You round on them shoving your hand through the sleeves of the jacket as if it didn't expose your whole front to their gaze anger bubbling beneath the surface.
“Did I ask to know who you were? No I did not do I care who you are I do not”.You exclaimed hands flying in the air for added effects.”I did what you ask now bangtan or not I expect you to keep your word but it seems you are as dishonest as the next guy. So if you're gonna kill me you better do it now or else I'm walking out that door even if I have to fight the lot of you”.
You were bluffing so help you God it was all a damn lie your rapid beating heart was there to remind you of that fact but you wouldn't let them see you as some wounded animal, pathetic and weak.
You waited afraid to breathe too hard lest the leader command Hoseok to snap your neck for disrespecting them.What you wasn't expecting was the smile that spread across his face bringing with them that adorable dimple making you forget why you were ranting like a lunatic.
“Kill you? why would I want to kill a fiery little thing like you?”.
You stared at him stupidly his words bringing more questions to the unanswered pile as he rise from the chair and took two steps towards you crowding you with his presence. Your eyes darted towards theirs in alarm but them too was looking at you with that odd smile like they knew a secret that you didn't.If he didn't want you dead what other reason was he holding you captive here?.
“If you don't want to kill me what use am I too you?” You asked voice going small despite your best efforts to put up a strong front.
His hands found your chin tilting his gaze up towards his so you could meet his dark stare.
“You belong to us now. Let's have some fun shall we”.
#in strangers company#mafia bangtan#mafia au#mafia bts#mafia bangtan is coming for you#min yooongi#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#park jimin#jung hoseok
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Weakness
Summary:
He knows the truth. He knows that I could never hurt him. He knows that he’s my weakness.
In Ebott City, trust is hard to come by. And perhaps even more so, is love. One has to trust to love, because to love is to show weakness. And in Edge's position, there's no room for weakness.
Well, perhaps just one.
Tags: Surface AU, crime AU, crime boss Edge, smut, lemons, oral sex, rough sex, mildly dubious consent, violence, strangling (non-fatal and non-sexual), brief violence within a relationship, hurt/comfort, angst (with a happy ending), implied emotional abuse (not between the Spicyhoney boys), non-permanent break up, semi-bittersweet ending, top + dom Edge, bottom + sub Rus
Ships: Spicyhoney, small hint of unhealthy Fell Muffet/Swap Pap (depending on how you interpret it)
Word count: ~5.7k
Notes: A (late) birthday fic for @paintys-actual-art ! Happy birthday, Painty!!! 😍 I hope you enjoy.
Also, if you’re worried about any of the tags, I’d recommend reading the notes on AO3 for more detailed warnings.
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Listening to Rus moan was a pleasure in itself. Every sound out of his mouth was soft and delicate, much like his bones beneath Edge’s hands, and his cunt beneath Edge’s tongue. It was endlessly satisfying to be able to draw each noise out of him with just a swipe of his tongue and a little concentrated magic in the right areas.
When Rus came, Edge pressed his tongue deep inside him to prolong his orgasm. He shut his eyes and listened to him whine his name. It sounded so foreign on his tongue. He was the only one who called Edge by his name, and only while they were here, in the privacy (safety) of Edge’s bedroom. Outside of here, he was Boss or Sir.
And this was the only time Edge got to enjoy Rus like this. Certainly, he’d steal a few glances at his ilia when he stretched enough for his shirt to ride up; or at his coccyx through his jeans when he walked away. But beyond these walls, they were professional acquaintances only. Rus was only as important to him as the intel he provided, and as far as he was loyal.
He sat up, wiping Rus’s magic from his mouth. Rus’s breathing was still heavy, fingers wrapped around the bedsheets. He opened his eyes and gave Edge a longing look. “kiss me,” he said breathlessly.
Edge didn’t take orders from anyone outside of this room. But here, with Rus asking, he always obliged. He slipped his tongue into Rus’s mouth and kissed him, long and deep, sharing breath and saliva. His slacks were painfully tight, and his crotch was already damp with a patch of precum. He wanted Rus. “Take off my pants,” he ordered. Rus unbuckled his belt with tremulous excitement. After freeing his cock he gave it a long stroke, brushing the head with his thumb. “Let me watch you put it in,” Edge said, his voice gravelly with arousal.
Rus’s eye-lights gleamed. He guided Edge’s cock between his folds, bucking his hips against it and dragging it over his clit. Edge breathed deeply as he watched, magic filling his mouth. “No more teasing.” His voice was a soft growl, dangerous, but gentle. “I want to be inside you.”
He felt the shudder that went through Rus. Lying back, he lifted his legs over Edge’s shoulders and Edge sank into him, all the way in one deep thrust. Rus’s pleasured cry was loud—always so loud. If this room wasn’t specially soundproofed, Edge might have scolded him for it. But on the contrary, he enjoyed it immensely.
Holding Rus’s legs in place, he settled in his position, buried deep. He smiled when Rus squirmed. “edge,” he breathed. “please move.” Edge gave a slow roll of his hips and Rus groaned.
“Oh, love…” He leaned in, hovering a mere centimetre from Rus’s mouth. “Beg me for it.”
“please,” Rus whined.
“You can do better than that.” Edge pressed his face against Rus’s neck. “Beg.”
Rus gasped. “please!”
“Louder,” Edge growled.
“please, edge!” Rus cried. “please fuck me! i need it so badly. please, i need to feel your cock buried inside me, i need—”
Edge silenced him with a kiss and pulled his hips back, then sank all the way back in. “That’s it. Mm…” He kissed Rus deeply as he thrust into him. “I love hearing you beg. Love hearing how much you want me.”
Rus gasped, clinging to Edge’s back. “i want you! i want you so much. ah!” Edge braced himself with a hand on the headboard, and fucked Rus almost feverishly, chasing his climax. Rus shut his eyes and his mouth fell open. He reached between them, rubbing his clit, and Edge felt his walls tightening around his cock. He choked out a groan and came inside him. Rus wailed, and seconds later, his cunt was convulsing around Edge’s cock while his release still filled him.
Edge held himself up, breathing heavily, then rolled off Rus and onto his back. He shut his eyes, catching his breath. Beside him, Rus was gasping softly. The moment was all too brief, and reality quickly struck. Edge got up and dressed, finding a fresh pair of slacks in his dresser. “You’re seeing the chief tonight?” he asked, eyeing Rus over his shoulder. He was still lying back, but sat up when he saw Edge watching him.
“yeah.”
“Then you’ll be back in the usual meeting spot tomorrow to report?” Rus nodded. “Good,” Edge said, buttoning his blouse.
“can i see you again tomorrow?” The question was cautious—Rus knew he wasn’t supposed to ask.
Edge decided to feign misunderstanding. “You know how this works. It’s too dangerous for me to meet you personally. I’ll send an envoy.”
“you know that’s not what i mean.”
Edge studied his reflection in the mirror. There were still traces of gold around his jaw. Residual magic from Rus’s mouth and cunt. “What do you mean, then?”
Rus sighed. “i mean like this. not for business.”
Edge didn’t answer for some time, mulling the question over before deciding that wasn’t a safe train of thought to follow. “I’ll call on you when I desire you,” he said flatly. Rus looked dejected, and Edge’s soul sank with relief… and guilt.
Sighing, Rus stood up. “why do you fuck me, edge?”
“It’s Boss. And get dressed, the cleaner will be in soon.”
Rus didn’t move. “you didn’t answer my question.”
Edge exhaled sharply. “I fuck you because I enjoy fucking you.”
“why do you enjoy it?”
Turning to look Rus in the eye, he said, “Because you have a nice cunt and you’re good with your mouth.” He waited to see the hurt in Rus’s expression before he looked away, satisfied his words had had the intended effect. “I gave you a direct order. Get dressed and go.” Rus stared at him hard, before picking his clothes up off the floor and storming out of the room, completely naked. Edge sighed heavily, but didn’t follow him. Trust him to pick the brattiest of his informants to fuck.
****
Rus was valuable, but Edge only trusted him as far as he could control him. And he couldn’t control him. Most of those who served him weren’t loyal as much as they were afraid. That was just fine. Fear was a powerful tool, and Edge utilised it well.
But Rus wasn’t afraid of him. Threatening him earned laughter and cheek, and there was no attempting to intimidate him. So no, Edge didn’t trust him. He knew how to keep him on the hook—his position meant he could afford to pay him better than most other crime families in the city, certainly more than the police could. And… sex. Though in truth, it was as much a hook for him as it was for Rus. He usually didn’t get involved intimately with the people in his network, especially not those as fickle as informants. But being with Rus sexually was just…
If felt like he was living someone else’s life. He stopped being one of Ebott’s most wanted and became someone’s lover. Someone gentle and caring. Someone compassionate. It was… unnerving, in a way, like he’d been stripped of his armour and left bare and vulnerable to attack. But in the same way, he needed it. He needed to take off his armour sometimes, and let himself breathe.
He stole moments with Rus. Usually in the weeks when the world had been crueller than normal. He’d let himself linger in the afterglow of their lovemaking, let Rus touch him, hold him, kiss him—to no effect other than his own selfish need to feel wanted. Wanted for more than just his influence or his power or his wealth.
Rus ran his fingers down Edge’s chest, the gentle touch a reflection of everything else about him. “you have a lot of scars,” he said, almost as if mesmerised by them.
Edge was of a mind to push his hand away, but he let it stay. For the same selfish reasons he kept Rus close to him in the first place. “You’re observant,” he replied sarcastically.
Rus tilted his head. “you always hide them. why?” Edge didn’t know how to answer that. Scars were a mark of strength. The remaining memories of fights won. Of power exerted over lesser monsters. Of LOVE…
And perhaps that was just why. Scars had their value, but in truth, they were as much shame as they were strength.
Edge closed his hand around Rus’s and moved it, looking at him steadily. “I want you on your knees.” Rus held his eye for a lingering second, as if he might push his line of questioning. But he smiled and slipped off the bed.
There was nothing quite like watching Rus suck him off. The care he took in his work… well, arousing only just began to cover it. Edge loved the way he shut his eyes, as if blocking out the rest of the world so he could lavish Edge in every ounce of his attention. The warm slide of his tongue over the head of Edge’s cock, so talented and precise, made him shudder.
He smoothed his palm over the back of Rus’s skull, guiding the gentle bobbing of his head. He never came up for air. Once he got started, it was like he couldn’t stop until Edge had filled his mouth with his release. He could feel Rus’s soft breaths against his pelvis and the gentle vibrations of his quiet moans.
Sometimes he’d pleasure himself with his fingers while he sucked Edge. Edge liked to watch, though it usually led to a rather premature orgasm on his part. When he got close, Rus always seemed to know. With a playful glint in his eyes, he would swallow Edge all the way and just… hold him there, in the tight warmth of his throat, until he came in hot bursts. He always swallowed. Sometimes it would dribble down his chin, and Edge would wonder if it was deliberate.
It had always struck Edge as ironic that the best way to distract himself from Rus was by having sex with Rus. It was a self-destructive cycle that he couldn’t get himself out of.
Once he had filled Rus’s mouth with his seed, Rus rested his head in his lap, closing his eyes. And against his better judgement, Edge let him stay there.
****
Even in his deepest fits of LV-induced rage, Edge knew he could never really hurt Rus. Though that didn’t stop him from trying. He squeezed Rus’s neck, pressing him into the bed, and let his anger flare like an inferno. “You gave us bad intel,” he growled while Rus choked. “I lost thirty monsters last night. Good monsters. They’re all dead or going to prison. Because of your information.”
Rus clawed at his hand, gasping. “i—wo—uldn’t—“
“Are you working for the police?” Edge snapped, throttling him. “Did you know that information was bad?”
Rus squirmed and kicked, shaking his head. “n—o,” he rasped out, his voice weaker than a breath of air. Edge wanted to be angry. He wanted to hate Rus. To be able to hurt him. But—
He released him with a frustrated growl and buried his face in his hands. Rus rolled over, gasping and coughing, holding onto his throat. Edge watched him, and hated that all he wanted to do was comfort him. “Your information cost us,” he said quietly.
“i didn’t know it was bad, edge, i swear.” His voice was weak, and rough like sandpaper. “i would never betray you, edge. never. i—“
“How do I know you’re not lying to me? How do I know you haven’t been lying to me this entire time?” Edge ground his teeth together, his fists shaking at his sides. “You’ve served my enemies in the past. Grillby. Undyne. You’re fickle.”
Rus sobbed. “no! no, i’m loyal. to you, only you. edge, please—“
“Don’t call me that!” Edge snarled, grabbing Rus by the shoulders and pinning him to the bed. Rus stared up at him, wide-eyed. “You don’t get to call me that. Ever. It’s Boss.”
Rus swallowed. “i’m loyal. i always have been…”
“No one is loyal,” Edge spat. “There’s no loyalty. Only fear.” He looked Rus in the eye. “And you’re not afraid.” Because he knows, Edge thought. He knows the truth. He knows that I could never hurt him. He knows that he’s my weakness.
And there was nothing Edge could do. He couldn’t even give his lost allies the ounce of retribution that would come from the suffering of the person responsible for theirs. He could give it to them, he thought, looking at Rus. He stepped closer, forcing Rus back onto the bed, then wrapped both hands around Rus’s throat, rubbing his thumbs over his vertebrae. It would be so easy. Just a squeeze and he could sever the delicate cord of magic holding Rus’s head to his body. Rus’s HP was so pitiful, and Edge’s LV gave him a hundred times the strength he’d need to turn Rus to dust. It wouldn’t even take an ounce of effort.
Rus stared up at him, and still, there was no fear in his eyes. But there was something else. There was hurt, dejection, pain. Edge let go and shut his eyes. He knew what he had to do, and the weight of the decision was like a stone sinking in his soul. He allowed himself just a moment…
Rus trembled beneath his hands. Edge bowed his head and pressed a light kiss to the crown of his skull before turning away. “You no longer work for me,” he said quietly. He couldn’t look at Rus’s face. “We can no longer see each other.”
A soft breath left Rus. “what.”
“Leave. Now.”
“over one piece of bad intel? are you fucking kidding me, edge?” He sounded angry, and that was better than hurt. Edge could deal with anger.
“Don’t call me that,” he said calmly.
Rus stood up. “i’ll call you whatever i fucking like!” He grasped Edge’s shoulder and turned him around. “look me in the eye before you just—toss me away like trash! you—you asshole!”
Edge couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t look at him. He lowered his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t.”
“look at me!” Rus cried, slamming his hands against Edge’s chest. The blow was weak, barely enough to move him, but it made him look up. Rus’s sockets were brimming with tears. “don’t do this to me,” he sobbed. “i love y—“
“Don’t,” Edge growled, gripping his wrists and pushing him back onto the bed. It knocked the breath out of Rus but he didn’t fight or move. Edge stood between his legs. He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop…
He yanked Rus’s jeans down. “Your cunt,” he ordered, then unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock, stroking himself to hardness.
He pushed into Rus without preparation and Rus screamed, clinging to his back. Edge pounded into him, unleashing his anguish, his hatred, his betrayal. Rus didn’t let go, holding to him until Edge growled and spilled his seed into him. He stayed inside Rus as he went soft and rubbed his clit, pulling his orgasm out of him. Rus’s body jerked with discomfort and overstimulation. He clawed at Edge’s back, trying to hold onto him, but Edge pulled away, zipping himself back up.
“You know your way out,” he said monotonously. “I don’t want to see you here again.” He didn’t wait to hear Rus’s response, didn’t look back to see his face, because if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to leave.
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Months passed and Edge didn’t see Rus. He certainly thought about him enough. He recovered from the loss of his allies, and retaliated against the family responsible. Grillby himself may not have been formidable, but money spoke louder than actions in many cases, and his supporters outnumbered Edge’s three to one.
For the moment.
Numbers didn’t make him stronger. Still, strong enough to present a threat that needed dealing with. Edge worked to dismantle his network, starting with his lowest ranked supporters. They built the bulk of his numbers. Rumours of mistreatment and underpayments travelled quickly, and soon, Grillby’s foot soldiers were flocking to Edge. He welcomed them with open arms and promises of pay—and protection. Those who harmed even the lowliest of his supporters were dealt with swiftly and brutally. Perhaps more brutally than necessary but Edge thought little of it. Not anymore.
Once he’d dwindled Grillby’s numbers, he focused on stifling his income. He had the means to sabotage his trade routes and deliveries. The rewards of such sabotages were to be distributed among Edge’s own supporters.
Grillby retaliated, of course, but Edge’s mind was keener for battle, and he remained a step ahead. With Grillby’s supporters losing faith in him, Edge had little difficulty placing spies within his network. Slowly, he was able to pick apart his outer circles, until he was left with few he could trust. He was still a threat, and Edge knew it was best to remain wary. But for now, he had won. Won what? A crumbling, heartless empire?
It was undeniable he’d been thriving since getting rid of Rus. His job, his operations, his network of loyalists. He was dominating the city’s underbelly, and gaining himself more support than he’d had in years. He was the city’s most powerful monster. Then why did he feel so empty?
But more power meant more enemies, and there was a new player in the field. Muffet was clever. Cleverer than Grillby, at any rate. She played her cards well, and for a time, Edge wasn’t certain whether to treat her as friend or foe. She would be a powerful ally to have, but he knew it was too early to trust her.
One afternoon, he received an invitation. For tea. It was at her own home, according to the note, which was situated just outside the city. He considered bringing security, but decided against it. It was unlikely she intended to harm him. She was smart, and the bait would be too obvious. Bringing security would only show her he was afraid.
Nonetheless, he took precautions, alerting all his seconds and thirds where he would be going, and what to do had he not returned within a reasonable timeframe. Once all the arrangements had been made, he climbed into his car and drove.
It was strange leaving the city. Once you reached the outskirts, it was all cliffs and rolling hills and moss and sea. Muffet’s home was isolated; a cottage on the bluffs that overlooked the sea. Edge parked in the driveway and climbed out. At once, he was greeted by the bracing smell of the ocean, the air crisp and fresh. Flowers grew beneath the windowsills of the cottage, pruned and cared for, and vines crept up the walls. Edge had to wonder how Muffet managed operations within the city when she was situated so far without.
He found the door open and walked inside. It was warm and lived-in, and everything was covered in lace or silk. As he walked deeper into the house, the smell of sweets and cakes drifted through the passage, and he inhaled instinctively, before reminding himself to keep his guard up.
“We’re in the kitchen, dearie!” trilled a voice from down the hall. Edge narrowed his sockets, but kept walking. We? The whistling of a teapot grew louder as he walked, as did the sound of soft voices. The first was Muffet’s, he was certain. Unsettling in its sweetness, yet exactly what he’d pictured. The second was softer, and… too familiar. The moment he set foot in the kitchen, his soul turned to ice.
Rus was sitting at the table with Muffet. He looked up when Edge entered, and a wave of emotion passed across his face for just a glimmer of a second, before he smiled. “hello, edge.”
A million possibilities sprang to mind all at once. Each more awful than the last. Rus was working for Muffet. Rus was feeding Muffet information about him. Rus was sleeping with Muffet. Rus was sleeping with Muffet to get revenge. Rus was sleeping with Muffet because he’d moved on.
Edge tore his gaze away from Rus and looked at Muffet. She was watching him—too observantly. She was trying to gauge his reaction to Rus, Edge realised. He immediately let his features relax. He’d need to play this carefully. If he overreacted, she’d know. But if he played it too casual, she’d realise he was hiding something. He lifted a brow, glancing between the two of them. “You two know each other?” he asked indifferently.
Muffet studied him, then smiled. “Yes. We’ve grown very close of late.” She reached across the table and squeezed Rus’s hand. His smile hardly faltered, but he squirmed in his seat. Edge knew Rus’s smile. Soft and easy, with a hint of smugness—he knew it well enough to be able to tell when he was faking it. And he was. Something was off.
Taking a seat, he folded his hands on the table. “I assume you called me here for a purpose.”
Muffet waved her free hand (Edge wasn’t going to look at the one around Rus’s, he wasn’t). “Oh, we’ve been dancing around each other for so long, I figured it was time we finally met. And what an honour it is.”
“Please. The honour is all mine.” Edge’s flat tone made Muffet’s saccharine smile falter, but she quickly rearranged it.
Pushing a plate of sweet buns towards him, she said, “Help yourself, dearie.”
“I already ate. Thank you.” Edge allowed himself a brief glance at Rus. His cheekbones were hollower, and he had dark circles under his sockets, and a colourless complexion. As if he’d faded during their time apart. And, long as it had been, Edge knew his feelings hadn’t diminished, not even a little. His first instinct upon seeing Rus worn down like this was guilt—while he’d been prospering, Rus had been withering. “What manner of business do you wish to discuss?” he asked, turning back to Muffet.
Her hand was still on Rus’s, stroking gently. Edge wouldn’t think about it. He wouldn’t. His mana burned. “Well, I suppose there’s no point tap dancing around each other like a couple of politicians—you and I have great potential as allies.”
“Allies? Against whom? Grillby? I had little difficulty dealing with him on my own.”
“Oh, dearie.” Muffet’s laughter was light and sweet. “An impressive feat, were Grillby not a complete imbecile. Though, I congratulate you on your victory.” She lifted her teacup, smiling over the rim. “But we needn’t worry about him. His strength was in money, and without it, he lacks the wit to rebuild himself.” She sipped her tea slowly, squeezing Rus’s fingers. She wanted Edge to notice. He couldn’t give her that. “But when one empire falls, another one rises in its place. There are always new threats presenting themselves in Ebott.”
Edge nodded grimly. “Indeed. Though, this is the first time I’ve been invited to tea by one of them.”
Muffet laughed softly. “I don’t have to be your enemy. Nor you mine. Working together, you and I could dominate the city.”
“What makes you so certain of that?”
“We both know how to take what we want.” He had to be imagining it, but he was sure she squeezed Rus’s hand just a little tighter when she spoke. “We’re both smart. A lot smarter than most of those would-be emperors running around the city. And we have the respect of our people.”
Edge snorted and she narrowed her eyes. “Forgive me,” he said. “But our people scarcely know you. You’re still a mere princess, playing at queen in her garden of dolls.” She studied him carefully, but betrayed no emotion. “Yes, you may have the potential for power. But as it stands, you need me more than I need you. A lot more. And frankly, I don’t think I have a lot of reason to trust you. What’s to stop you from supplanting me once you have what you want?”
She regarded him coolly, taking a measured sip of her tea. “Mutually assured destruction. You go down, I go down with you. I go down, your life turns to misery.” Her eyes didn’t flicker to Rus. They DIDN’T.
“A fragile foundation of trust,” Edge said calmly.
“It will hold. As long as neither of us does anything reckless.” She sighed, placing her empty cup on the table. “You still hold influence over the monster community. They don’t know me, and they won’t trust me until they see that you do. Until I’ve proven myself.”
“And how do you intend to do that?”
“You’ll need my help if you want to rule this city. You can’t do it alone.”
Edge shrugged bemusedly. “I’ve managed so far.”
Muffet shook her head. “Things are changing—the players are changing. The humans—the police—they’re increasing their patrols, the lengths they’re willing to go to. They don’t want to civilise us, they want to eradicate us. I’ve worked with them. I know their strengths, the way they think. You need someone like me.”
Her words may have inspired confidence in Edge, were he not so distracted by her hands. They… wandered. Over Rus’s fingers, up his arm, onto his knee. She was toying with Edge. He knew she was. His main goal had to be not to give her a reaction. She wanted him to crack. He observed her calmly, standing up. “Perhaps, one day, I will regret turning you down. But today, I’ll go home with a clear mind and conscience.” He started walking towards the door.
“How can your conscience truly be clear, when you walk away knowingly forsaking your lover?”
Edge stopped, shutting his eyes. It was a bold move. She’d revealed all her cards now, and was calling his bluff. He turned slowly. He just. Needed to remain collected. “Past lover,” he corrected blandly, giving Rus little more than a cursory glance. “I find it rather amusing, and a little pathetic, that this is the ace up your sleeve. A past fling? Someone I bedded months ago and forgot about?” He kept his features carefully trained, deliberately avoiding Rus’s eye when he spoke.
Muffet’s lips curled. “Oh, but I beg to differ. He’s more than a mere fling, isn’t he?” She leaned close to Rus, stroking his face and wiping away a tear with her fingertip. “Isn’t that right, dearie? You’re not so easily forgotten. Well.” She looked at Edge, smiling. “He hasn’t forgotten you. As I told you, he and I have been taking the time to get to know each other. And my my, did he have a lot to say about you.”
It all clicked in Edge’s head at once. Muffet had had him from the start. She knew. She knew about Rus, and it all made sense now. The gaunt look about him—she’d had her claws in him longer than Edge had thought. She’d been chipping away at him, learning all about Edge. She’d found his weak spot before he’d even had the chance to learn her strengths.
And he couldn’t hide it now. The horror. The fear. It was written across his face. He looked at Rus now—truly looked at him—and saw the fragile shell of the monster he knew and loved all those months ago. And it broke him.
“Oh…” Muffet covered her mouth, tittering. “How sweet. Fear looks good on you, dearie. I could get used to it.” Her smile was so complacent, so smug, Edge wanted to throttle her. She was so impressed with herself. So pleased she’d found the crack in his armour. Edge looked at Rus. At his tear-streaked face, at his fragile bones, the tremble in his hands, and all at once, he stopped caring.
“You can have whatever you want,” he said robotically. “The city. Your empire. Take it. I don’t care.” Rus’s chest heaved with a stifled sob, but Edge didn’t look at him. His gaze was trained on Muffet, who was giving him a calculating stare. Clearly, she’d been expecting more of a fight. “Give me Rus,” Edge said, “and you can have anything. You can have your empire. You can sit on your throne and rule over a city of dust. I don’t want any part of it.”
“You’d give up everything…” she said slowly. “Your whole life—everything you’ve worked so hard for. And—and for what? A back-alley Tale-verse slut with a pretty face?” She sounded almost offended at the prospect. “You’re not fooling me.”
“I pity you,” Edge said, looking at her impassively. “Almost as much as I pity myself. It’s taken me months to realise how empty this life is. How hopeless. Our kind are dying, and we can’t stop it. Those that are left of us are the powerful. The cruel. The lost. I have all the riches I could want. All the influence. The power. I sit on a throne of dead—dead monsters—whose deaths I ordered as if it were nothing. As if I’ve earned my place as their leader. As if it makes me happy.” He looked at Rus and took a deep breath. “But in all those months, my soul hasn’t shone brighter than when I walked into this kitchen ten minutes ago and… and saw his face again.” Tears prickled at his sockets and he didn’t bother to wipe them away.
He looked at Muffet, turning cold. “You’ve hurt him. I should end your life for that…” For the first time, she looked fearful. As well as she controlled it, Edge could see through her mask. “In exchange for your promise to leave us be, I will let you live. If you allow me to leave with Rus—if you let us go and forget about us—you can have your life. Take the empire too if you wish, though I imagine that part will be difficult.”
“And what of the city?” The sweet touch had left Muffet’s voice. Now, she sounded angry. “What of our people—your people? You’d abandon them so freely. For—for him?”
“I would,” Edge said without hesitation. “And I trust I’m leaving them in capable hands. But you’ll have to earn their trust yourself. And for their sake, I almost hope you fail. You may be the answer to our war against humans, but having seen today what’s inside your soul, you are not the solution to this violence and hatred. Your soul is cold.” He laughed emptily. “But I don’t think you will be unsuccessful. The people love a tyrant. I would know. Perhaps you can give them more than I have.”
He approached the table and touched Rus’s arm. Rus flinched, and Edge crouched, offering him his arms. Rus glanced at Muffet, eyes wide. But she was frozen, still contemplating Edge’s words. Edge lifted Rus into his arms and Rus clung on, wrapping his arms around his neck. Muffet watched with uncertainty as Edge left, as if trying to decide whether she ought to stop them. “Tell me,” she said when they reached the door. “How is it, that someone so weak came to rule such a formidable city?” Edge turned, looking at her without answering. She sneered. “You’re a coward. You could have anything you want. Anything in the world, and you choose a broken toy.”
Edge smiled vaguely. “Love isn’t a weakness, Muffet. Enjoy your throne.”
He put Rus in the backseat of his car so he could lie down, then drove in the opposite direction of the city. He’d turn back eventually. He knew he would. He knew he’d never truly be able to abandon his people. Even when hope was scarce. But… for now. He glanced at the backseat in his rear-view mirror, where Rus was curled in on himself. He met Edge’s gaze, and briefly his eye-lights softened. Just briefly.
The sun was golden above the sea, and Edge wound down his window to feel the spray on his face. They stopped a few miles down the road and climbed out. Rus leaned on Edge as he walked them to the precipice. They sat down, and Edge corralled Rus against him.
The wind rustled in the grass and birds called from over the water. “i’m not worth it,” Rus whispered against Edge’s shoulder. “i’m not worth everything. everything you had—everything you still have. i’m just… a weakness. i’m a burden. n-nothing to you…”
Edge hushed him, blinking back tears. They were Muffet’s words, not Rus’s. He knew that, and he almost reconsidered turning around and breaking his promise to her. Instead, he held Rus. “You’re worth more,” he said gently. “So much more than a crumbling city. You’re worth the world.” He crushed Rus against his chest, inhaling him. “I should never have asked you to leave. Life without you was… empty. I became… I became the cruel iron fist I vowed to protect monsterkind from. But you… you made me good. Vulnerable. Kind. I thought those were traits of the weak, but I was wrong.”
Rus let out a long, shaking breath and wrapped his arms around Edge, burying himself against him. Edge kissed the crown of his skull. “I’m not letting go of you again, okay? I promise.”
Rus clung to him, his tears making Edge’s shirt damp. “do you love me?” he asked in a small voice.
Edge almost wanted to laugh. “Do you still not believe it?”
“please.” Rus’s voice was a fragile whimper. “please. i need to hear you say it.”
Edge lifted Rus’s face and kissed him deeply, tasting the salt of his tears and the soft, sweet magic he’d missed so much. “I love you, Rus. I always have.”
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Dawn Of Love Chapter 5/11
A/N: thank you for those who have been reading and continuing to do so I appreciate y’all so much!!! ❤️
Warnings: angst, cussing, mentions of fighting.
T.G (trigger warning) if there was ever a video taken of you being or about to be intament with some one and you have PTSD please don’t read this.
Please enjoy 🧜🏼♀️
*Recap*
I’m walking home I’ll talk to y’all tomorrow bye guys, you guys have fun.” Before any of them could protest I stood and grabbed my purse started walked out restaurant.
When I walked out the door tears burned my eyes again..
*End of recap*
I walked quickly down the street despise Bayley and Renee blowing up my phone I didn’t stop walking, I’m glad I decided to wear my vans instead of my heels my feet would have been killing me but then again maybe the pain would have taken my mind off my heart break. Seth didn’t believe me at all, honestly I didn’t give a shit anymore I’m over all this, I don’t need that on top of school work so I’m going to step back from Seth and let him think about everything. While I was walking my phone blew up with text messages they were from Bayley, Renee, Naomi, Carmella, and Charlotte. I stopped and my stomact went to my knees I clicked the link and a video popped up and it was of me at Mandy’s summer party about a year ago.
That was the night she got with Seth and she started being a bitch to me so I drank the night away. I lifted my trembling index finger and quickly hit play and watched the video at first I showed Mandy and she was just laughing and smiling “t-this video is f-for everyone who thinks Y-Y/N is so innocent, she’s not and I’m about to prove it to you.” She flipped the camera around and the loud music was playing in the background and there I was on some guys lap just swapping saliva with him, I mean it wouldn’t have been so bad if I had a few drinks but Seth had just got with Mandy and she started being a bitch to me so my dumbass thought oh yeah let’s drink our problems and 5 cups of vodka later and there I was sloppy kissing this guy and grinding on him.
You could hear Renee yelling for me and As she got closer The more you could heard her voice and Mandy turned the camera at Renee “Y/N what the fuck your drunk come on let’s walk home.” I groaned at her and the guy while he took my shirt off. Renee mumbled shit and rushed over to me she yanked me up and helped me put my shirt on but not before Mandy could get a nice view of my pink lace Victoria secret bra. When Renee got my shirt on she looked at the camera and walked up to Mandy “why didn’t you stop her?” Mandy said smugly “she’s not my responsibility she shouldn’t have drank so much.” Renee quickly responded “you know exactly why she started drinking more you backstabbing bitch.” Renee slapped Mandy’s phone out her and and the video ended I didn’t even realize I was crying until one of my tears landed on my phone screen I quickly wiped it and walked home.
I looked at all their messages and they all asked the same thing are you okay? I left them all on read and slipped my phone in my back pocket, when I finally reached my house i almost didn’t even want to go in, I took a deep breath in and I quickly went inside and I rushed upstairs. I could not see my parents right now, there’s no telling who’s all seen that video so I just shut my door and went over to my closet, if they wanted me to look like a whore fine two can play it this game. I put all my regular clothes on a separate side of my closet and all my kinda revealing stuff where my regular stuff was and I smirked at myself.
I walked over to my vanity and looked in the mirror and looked at my self and smirked “No more Miss nice bitch.” I was pulled away from my thoughts when some one knocked on my door “come in.” I called out and Charlotte slipped into my room. “Hey Y/N I seen the video-.” I turned and looked at her and smirked “hot right?” She looked at me and just started “do I have something on my face?” She shook her head no and looked at me “you have no problem with Mandy sending that video out?” I quickly shook my head no “not really I wish she would have sent it to me cause I would have posted it myself, I mean damn I looked hot. too bad I couldn’t get my pants off I don’t think I was wearing panties that night.” She looked at me and rolled her eyes “whatever Y/N.” She walked out and I plopped down on my bed, at this point I was tired of giving a fuck.
I mean obviously I did care but when you have people tormenting you ever day for the past three years. there’s a breaking point and I finally reached it so if people bring it up tomorrow I’m just going to act like I don’t give a fuck I’m over everyone at this point. so everyone better leave me alone. I covered myself up and sleep quickly consumed me, I was emotionally exhausted and drained. I woke up to my alarm clock going off and I smiled it read 5 a.m. great I have 2 and a half hours that I need to be ready by, I walked over to my underwear drawer and pulled out a bigger black lace bra like in the video and I smirked, I pulled out black lace panties and I grabbed a black shirt that hung on my arms that made my boobs look good as hell, I grabbed some black skinny jeans that hugged my ass and thighs just right and I walked to the bath room and showered I put my deodorant on and brushed my teeth, I blow dried my hair for about 30 minutes.
After it Dried I plugged my curling iron in and waited for it to heat up, I started my makeup while I waited and I was looking bomb as fuck already I started posing in front of the mirror I put my clothes on and I started curling my hair about 30 more minutes passed and I was done I unplugged my curling iron and waited for it to cool off, I fixed my boobs and walked out the bathroom, Charlotte just stared at me, I smiled at her I walked in my room and she was hot on my heels, “where do you think your going looking like that?” I turned towards her “looking like what?” She scoffed and rolled her eyes “I’m not going to argue with you already Y/N just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I let out an unamused laugh “oh I think I already did by not having sex.” She walked up to me “I’m going to tell you again, do not start shit with me.” I just laughed and turned around “whatever.” I went to grab my black boots but decided on my better judgment and went with flats.
We got to school and everyone was staring at me and whispering about me and snickering, i avoided everyone my friends, Mandy, Nia, Seth, the football team, Mandy walked up to me and smirked “well, well, well if it isn’t the schools slut.” I laughed at her “oh my god your so funny, do you think pornhub is hiring? cause I definitely to get all over that opportunity.” Her smiled dropped “I wish I knew how to help you, I mean you use to be so adorable but now you’re dressing differently and acting different does that gene run in your family?” I smiled at her and took my book bag off “I’m about to kill this bitch.” Was the last thing that went through my head and then I threw myself at her ....
A/N: part 6 will be what happens next y’all will not miss the reader and Mandy’s show down. When will seth dump that washed up blonde.
#seth rollins#seth rollins x reader#seth freakin rollins#seth rollins fan fic#seth rollins imagine#amandawrites#Dawn Of Love#wwe#wwe imagine#wwe x reader#wwe superstars
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Title: Sick (2/2)
Pairing: Gavin Reed x RK-900
Relationship Level: Somewhat Close Coworkers/ Gavin: In-Denial-of-Attraction/ RK-900: Fully-Attracted (But-Lost-On-How-To-Someone-As-Stubborn-As-Gavin)
Rating: Lime/Fluff
Summary: RK-900 still needs that sample for diagnosis...
[Read Part 1]
“...Thanks.” Came a weak voice of gratitude.
Even while veiled in darkness, Gavin covered his reddening face with his arms.
“It’s dark,” RK-900 said quietly.
“No shit. Figure that out all by yourself?”
The android allowed the gruffness of his partner to ride itself out.
“Then why are you covering your face, Reed?”
“Because... I know you retrofitted yourself with those goddamn night vision lenses. That’s why, Dick.”
Richard resisted the urge to initiate the human reaction of rolling his eyes. Only Gavin could be so sensitive about the most trivial of matters. After all, darkness wasn’t a legally binding promise for privacy.
The android leaned over the back of the couch to inspect his partner more closely. His arms draped almost lazily over the side yet his fingertips burned with urges once his eyes caught a glimpse of Gavin’s bare stomach. The blanket must have shifted with his squirming…
Still, his fingers twitched.
Shaking his head, RK-900 pulled the blanket back in place just as Gavin started coughing into his fist.
“Ahhh, fuck! I hate this! ...I want this stupid illness to be fucking gone already.”
“Reed, we still don’t know what it is that’s affecting you.”
“It’s a cold, tin can. Stop fussing over me. It’s annoying.”
Richard blinked at Gavin’s lack of yelling, as well as his gradual decrease in vulgarity.
“You must be really sick…”
The human rolled slightly to the voice in the dark. Gavin still couldn’t see him, but he could feel from the pressure against the top of the couch that RK-900 was leaning there.
“I’m fine, Richard, just… go worry about yourself, all right? I’m fine…” Gavin insisted yet it was just a bold faced lie.
In truth, he felt awful, but he hated being taken care of by an android even more. This wasn’t right. He placed his hand on his burning forehead which was coated in sweat. His insides felt like their were in a washing machine, swirling round and round to no end. And yet somehow he felt absolutely ice cold within the pit of his gut.
And that unnerved him.
Staring up into the darkness, he could hear RK-900’s footsteps as they wandered from his bedroom. Part of him sighed with relief while another basked in the emptiness that he now belonged to.
Before, he always had some lovely faced girlfriend to take care of him. She would tease him for being so tough out on the streets yet being a total baby when trapped in bed. She’d take his temperature, give him some medicine, prepare some hot soup and crackers, maybe playfully tuck him in, and then she’d lie with him until he got better.
A shuddering breath escaped his lips of the grim reality he was faced with before he covered his face again. Thoughts were cropping up that he didn’t need. That he didn’t want.
He shouldn’t have thanked it.
He should have threatened to shoot him the second he saw him through the fisheye lens of his front door. Gavin pressed his face hard with his hands.
What was RK-900? An it? A him?
RK-900 is just a fucking android. He’s not human. I don’t care who says they’re alive. He’s not… human. These things. A human is supposed to do them. Not some stupid soulless piece of machiner-
He had been so deep in his own head that he never heard him come in.
He didn’t even feel his presence against the couch.
All he felt… was a hand slowly gliding up his exposed neck, surprising him enough to remove his hands from his face and then…
A mouth had fallen on his own, decisive and persistent.
Gavin yelped with surprise but found his wrists suddenly trapped above his head while the mouth delved deeper, a mechanized tongue extending to greet his own. He arched in response from either terror or anger, he couldn’t be sure. All he could see was the dark while RK-900 could undoubtedly see his every reaction.
“Mmmnnff!” He arched in an effort to fight back but found himself more focused on doing battle with the warm tongue attempting a far too thorough cavity analysis of his mouth.
Gavin’s legs kicked out but Richard’s weight had him thoroughly pinned down. Inevitably, Gavin’s initial rush of adrenaline subsided and there was no escaping the android’s tenacious probing. But how long was this supposed to take? He felt himself trembling, jolts of something he shouldn’t be feeling were coursing his lower abdomen to places they had no right being.
Oh no. No, no! I don’t like this! I do -not-! He is a fucking machine! I’m not- I’m not fucking attracted to- But his thoughts died as Richard’s spare hand suggestively reached beneath the blanket.
He had never checked to see if androids actually felt… warm like people before. But everything about Richard was hot besides his frozen personality. His mouth, his breath, and his hands were pushing more heat onto Gavin than he thought he could manage. The chest that pushed against his own had a powerful heartbeat… and it was racing.
Gavin couldn’t have been imagining it. It was happening, wasn’t it? He closed his eyes tight, not being able to see anything anyway, but gasped within the analyzing kiss as he felt Richard’s free hand now massaging around his abdomen.
It was torture.
Every time he seemed to near an erogenous zone, Richard seemed to take delight in reaching just short of it. Then he would redirect his hand elsewhere… and this continued over and over again. Gavin put all the strength he had left into his arms, but it was of no use. RK-900 was holding his wrists with just a single hand with no trouble at all.
Fuck, fuck… I-I can’t…
His mind was getting hazy.
Focus became an impossibility as the android suddenly seemed less forceful and far more languid with his tongue. Gavin couldn’t gather what the hell was going through the android’s mind but had long since given up fighting as he allowed the other to do as he pleased.
I-It’s just a fucking analysis. A really fucking weird ass analysis but an analysis. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
“Nngh!” Gavin winced in pain as the android suddenly pressed around the area of his stomach that felt abnormally sore to which the android abruptly pulled away, leaving his partner a panting and awkwardly aroused mess.
“Analysis complete. Thank you for your cooperation, Reed,” came the mildly smug voice in the dark to which Gavin only snorted.
“Fuck off… Sick prick. I was nodding off, you know. Then you had to come in and sexually assault me,” Gavin hissed while flipping over onto his stomach in an effort to conceal his unwarranted excitement.
“It was to retrieve a sample of your saliva.”
“Oh really? Did you need a bucketful or something?”
“...I… needed enough.”
The hesitation in RK-900’s voice set Gavin off balance enough to quiet him.
Needed enough? The fuck does that mean? His mind stirred but the growing headache from all the stress was worsening things. Not to mention a lot of his blood flow had still retreated… elsewhere.
“I sensed an escalation in heart rate activity as well as respiratory functions. Would it be safe for me to assume that-”
“You just surprised me, fuck face!!” Gavin yelled almost shrilly to which he could swear he heard the other just calmly adjust the collar of his jacket.
“That… was exactly what I was going to say, Reed.”
Gavin then collapsed right there, feeling like an idiot. His entire body felt like jello. The tension he’d been feeling just vanished away to some far off land of fuck all.
He honestly wasn’t sure how much more he could even take.
‘You were surprised.’
Of course that’s what the tin can was going to say. What else was he going to conclude?
But the thought still made him ache.
“Do you at least have a final verdict? Don’t tell me we swapped spit for nothing.”
“Yes. It would appear that you have gastroenteritis.”
“...”
“The stomach flu.”
“Mm.” He thought back to his partner feeling him up. “Is that why you were coping a feel?”
“I was performing a simple palpation technique to ensure your organs were in good working order, Reed,” Richard explained matter-of-factly which might have made Gavin’s blood boil over if only it didn’t leave him feeling so empty inside.
Why the hell are his answers bothering me so much? He’s just an android. No feelings. No real value for anything beyond its mission. Just a damn piece of plastic. The man reminded himself firmly yet was surprised to suddenly feel a cold wetness draped gently across his forehead.
“This should cool you down. I will remain here to change it as you sleep.”
“Wh-Wait a sec. You diagnosed me, right? So what about some medicine?”
“I have consulted a health provider and the prescription is currently on its way to being delivered. It will take approximately… Tomorrow.”
“T-Tomorrow? I have to wait that long? Nngh..” Gavin curled up as his insides began to ache again.
His eyes squeezed shut as he felt Richard tuck him within the blanket again.
“This shit sucks… Must be nice never being able to get sick,” he grumbled yet quieted as he felt the android remove the wet cloth to soak it within a bowl, wringing it out, before dabbing along his face and neck, “H-Hey. I can do that myself.”
“But you don’t have to…” whispered the other.
Gavin couldn’t see him, but he could only imagine what sort of face his partner was making. RK-900 was so difficult to interpret… It was probably why the department dumped him on an equally ‘difficult’ individual like himself. He couldn’t help but crack a bit of a smile.
“...Well then why’d ya stop? Stupid, toaster. Don’t you have to take care of me? Come on, then!” he challenged the android like a child, but he could somehow sense the change in atmosphere straight away.
Especially when the cloth dabbed at him with much more liveliness than before, ensuring it didn’t miss a single precious spot.
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