#Tonight's the night ladies and gents

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Baby Fever C.S.C

requested?: yes @urperfectcinnamonroll07 (go show her page some love too,it's rlly good)

pairing(s): Husband!Choi Seungcheol x afab!reader

genre: fluffy at the beginning and end, smut

warning(s): Bid dick!Cheol, PiV sex,unprotected sex (wrap before you tap,ladies and gents),degrading,praise,breeding,Oral (f!receiving),Seungcheol being a girl dad,

summary: your daughter's ask for another sibling and Seungcheol and you make their wish come true

word count: 3k (LORD-)

A/N: so I kinda went a little over ther board with this one but anyhoo enjoy this Cheo, brainstro of mine and make sure (if you'd like to) like,comment and reblog. make sure you eat,drink and rest,loves Yaha mwah xoxo

You and Seungcheol had the cutest family in the world as some would say. Two wonderful 4-year-old daughters Darae and Cheon-sa, with your looks but Seungcheol’s pout. They were so adorable and had you,Seungcheol and the rest of seventeen wrapped around their little fingers.

Luckily tonight was yours and Seungcheol’s date night so the girls were taken to his mothers. So you sat in Darae’s and Cheon-sa’s shared room packing and playing with them. You helped burp a doll and also put them to sleep . you hear someone clear their throat and look up from the floor,Seungcheol walks in,the girls running to hug him shouting and squealing. His gummy smile and dimples show as he bends down to pick both of them up. 

Their giggles fill the room and make your smile widen, standing up,brushing off your pants, you walk over to your husband and your children. Giving him a pat on the back as you leave the room,a small smirk on your lips. It was now his turn to be dragged to dolls play whilst you got the last of the girls’ things together for a couple nights to grandma’s house.

”Darae,Cheon-sa, c’mon time to go to grandma’s” like clockwork you hear the patter of their feet on the hardwood floors of the hallway running to you at the door. They had huge smiles on their faces,also carrying a stuffed animal each. They sit on the floor whilst they ‘help’ you put their shoes on. Darae says something unexpectedly ”Mama,daddy we want another sibling” your eyes nearly pop out of your head when she says that as they both clap their little hands in union. 

Seungcheol just stares down at you with that all knowing smirk as you nod ”another? Well you'll have to wish very hard at grandmas to see if it can come true” your voice was soft as you were so close to them. You kiss their cheeks and forehead before standing up and kissing Seungcheol goodbye as he goes to take the children to his mothers house.

It was now your time to get ready for your date. You shower and take about  one and a half hours doing everything right to the T. Leaving the bathroom with a robe and a towel,drying your hair, you head to your shared bedroom and sit at the vanity. You start to blow dry your hair,knowing it would take a while. After around 30 minutes it had fully dried and you now were deciding if you should curl or straighten your hair. With 10 minutes of debate to curl your hair and pin it back whilst you do skincare and makeup.

Seungcheol came back and walked into the bedroom seeing you in just a robe doing your makeup.  He walks behind you and tilts your head backwards and leans down pressing a short kiss to your lips. 

You continue on with your makeup, making it perfect whilst Seungcheol goes to get showered and dressed too. He walks into the bedroom, brown hair dripping and a towel wrapped lowly around his hips causing you to see his happy trail and V line.

You couldn't help but stare at your husband through the mirror of your vanity. ”stare much,sweets?” you lower your head,shit, you've been caught. But you couldn't help it, your husband was one fine motherfucker. 

You shake your head and bite your lip and continue to do your makeup as he gets dressed in black dress pants,black button up and a black tie (yk what i'm on about) but he walks out with his shirt undone whilst you were trying to zip your dress on. Your dress was stunning. It was red, ironically Cheol’s favourite colour, a slit ran up the left leg to mid thigh and it was tight, making your body show off all those perfect curves of yours. For shoes you wore your Christian Louboutin red bottoms. A gift from Seungcheol because he missed you during one of his tours with SVT

”Cheol,could you zip me up,baby?” Seungcheol nods and zips your dress up,leaving a small kiss on the back of your neck before he turns you around and wraps his arms around your waist and leans in,kissing your lips leaving you breathless. He pulls away and smirks after seeing your face. He buttons up his shirt as you watch. You spray your perfume and you were done,grabbing your little purse and you walk out of your shared room. 

Seungcheol joins you and wraps his arm around your waist,kissing the side of your neck lightly and leading you to the door ”lets go,yeah. We’ve got a reservation at 8, sweets” he leads you to his car and opens the passenger side door for you, you get in and he closes the door before walking around to the drivers side. God, he looked very hot right now. 

He gets in and buckles up before turning on the engine and reversing from the drive and starts to drive to the restaurant. His hand stayed permanently on your thigh the drive there and when you got there he opened the passenger door and held your hand like the gentleman he is.

 The restaurant itself is quite elegant, the walls and furniture are all carved from dark mahogany wood with brass decorations and accents. The lighting is soft and warm, with several candles lit on each table. The smell of fresh food cooking comes from the kitchen, and the air is infused with the scent of lavender and rose petals. The staff is friendly and attentive, making sure to cater to each customer's needs. The food is delicious and prepared with great care, showcasing the best in local delicacies and culinary arts.

One of the waiters took you over to the table and Seungcheol ordered some wine,he wouldn't drink much since he was still driving home later. 10 minutes later the waiter comes back with two wine glasses and the wine of Seungcheol’s choice. She leaves the table with a smile as Seungcheol pours the wine into the glasses before picking his up and waiting for you to do the same. A soft clink of the glasses before each of them take a sip of it,bodies relaxing as this indicates they were definitely kid-free now

They order their meals and eat with little stories of their girls,and family. You also mention that Darae wanted another sibling subtly and he raises his eyebrow and smirks slightly,nodding to the subtle comment. You finish your food and dessert and after Seungcheol pays the bill and buys another bottle of wine for the house, you get to driving home.

At home, it was peaceful,for once it wasn't a mess of girls' toys everywhere. It was quiet too,no screaming,screeching and crying for once. You slip off your heels whilst Seungcheol walks to the kitchen,pouring some wine into 2 wine glasses he got from the cupboard. He sees you walk to the kitchen island next to him and he smiles,kissing the crown of your head softly. ”hi sweets” he smiles,showing his cute dimples. You couldn't help but smile ”Hi Cheol” you reach to take a glass of wine,bringing it to your lips and sipping on it before it goes back onto the kitchen island. 

Seungcheol grabs your hips,pulling you towards him. ”sweets? Dance with me please?” you nod as yours and Seungcheol’s wedding song plays softly through the speakers. You smile and think back to the wedding,the memory still so fresh in your mind as Seungcheol spins you carefully before kissing your lips tenderly.

You kiss back,your hands lace in his hair tugging ever so slightly, he lets out a low moan as you feel yourself becoming wetter with every move he makes. He pulls away,lips a little more red. ”fucking hell, c’mon sweets lets give them another,hm?” you knew it wasn't an actual question because he knew the answer already. You nod and lean in again,bringing his and your lips together into another kiss,this one longer,more passionate with a hint of need.

His hands wrap tightly around your waist pulling your body causing you to almost grind against him. You moan into the kiss as his tongue passes your lips. It swirls around yours as he occasionally sucked your tongue. You break the kiss for some air ”i want another” you say breathless,chest heaving ”give me another,Cheol please”  he nods and throws you over his shoulder,slapping your arse for good measure and walking to your shared room. 

You bite your lip as you get to the room,the door is kicked open and you are thrown on the bed, you look so helpless,so needy,all for Seungcheol. He turns you over,zipping your dress down and taking it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room. He leaves you bare only in laced underwear. 

Seungcheol kisses up your legs ghosting over your sex and continues his kisses up your body,slightly biting and sulking little marks everywhere.

He gets up from you and undoes his dress shirt, his muscles showing, it had you almost drooling. His happy trail makes him look hotter. 

He kneels on the floor,grabbing your legs and pulling your hips to the end of the bed. Your cunt level to his face, an obvious wet spot takes up the middle of your underwear. Seungcheol licks his lips, he wants you so badly. His fingers long and thick hook around your underwear, his mind telling Jim just to rip them,but he couldn't. If he ripped that pair, that would mean he had ripped at least 6 pairs of your underwear in the last couple months.

He was nice enough tonight since he had bought you the pair for the date after all. So finally he pulls down your underwear,throwing them over his broad shoulder. He blows hot air onto your clit making you shiver and whimper slightly. He smirks again,standing up. You whine at the loss,wanting him to eat you out.

He laughs softly at how needy you have become. He reaches over to grab a pillow  giving you a soft peck on the side of your face as he does so. He taps your hips twice signalling you to lift them so he could place a pillow so he could eat you out better. ”hips,sweets,lift em’ for me” so you listen and lift them,the soft pillow slides under and you get comfortable . ”Why aren't you a good girl? Keep listening and I'll fill you sweets , so deep, make sure you will carry my child again.” 

Another thing about Seungcheol is that he had mastered dirty talk to the T and it was perfect. The right amount of praise and degradation was mind-blowing. It got you off so well. He loved the way your body reacted to his voice,his touch. You didn't know but it made him all fuzzy brained, he truly loved you so so much and he was an acts of service guy so he'd fuck you any time anywhere. 

He kneels back down in between your legs, hooking them over his shoulders,the pillow giving you extra leverage so your sex is closer to his mouth. ”c'mon sweets, pull me to where you need me so badly. Oh baby you're dripping” you take your shaking hands and lace them in his brown hair as his dark eyes stare up at you. You tug on his hair,pushing his lips to your clit making you moan in relief. He sucks at your bundle of nerves making your legs clench around his head. Seungcheol had always said that he would die a happy man if it was in between your thighs,fucking you with his tongue and his fingers.

He continues to suck at your clit,occasionally nipping at it making your hips jump as he smirks against your pussy. You tug on his hair letting the moans tumble from your mouth with no shame, you didn't have to be quiet plus Seungcheol liked your moans and whimpers,it showed him how you liked it. His tongue enters your heat quickly,licking all your juices making him moan lowly in delight as you get louder,coil in your stomach tightening every lick. You keep tugging at his hair,pushing him further into your sex, his nose hitting your clit beautifully. You back arches off the bed,toes curling as you moan out a mantra of just Seungcheol, his name rolling off your tongue as the coil is ready to snap. ”g-gonna cum,fuck… please,Cheol”  he hums in approveal as the coil snaps and your orgasm wracks through your body. But that doesn't stop Seungcheol, he keeps going,suckking and licking your release as he helps bring you back down. He carefully removes your thighs from his head as he kisses them gently,the aftershocks of your orgasm still running through your veins.

He loved you like this. All spread out on the bed,fucked out from only one orgasm. His smug look sits on his face as he knew he was the only one that could make you like this. He leans down and catches your lips in a messy makeout. Your hands go to his pants,trying to undo them whilst staying in the kiss. You undo them and tug them down,leaving Cheol to handle the rest as you break the kiss to breathe.

You lay back further on the bed as he rids himself of his dress pants and boxers, his cock hard and red tipped leaking with pre-cum. You spread your legs, your arousal dripping onto the pillow below. ”aw,poor sweets, so needy. You wanna be filled don't you? Stuffed full till you're pregnant with my kid again,hm?” All you could do is nod and mewl his name. That stupid smirk on his face again as he tugs at himself before lining his cock to your entrance. He teases you by only entering the tip making you clench around him ”Cheol,please” you beg for him just to take you but he continues to tease by only fucking you with his tip. 

You sit up slightly and hook your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you as you leave small pecks around his neck and jawline. You roll your hips as he pushes in further bottoming out as his head falls into your neck. He leaves you,still, to get used to the feeling of his cock in you after some time you simply whisper ”move,cheol-ah” and he experimentally rolls his hips as your head falls back,exposing your tits and Seungcheol takes the opportunity to move his head,mouth sucking at your nipple making you lift your head in surprise as his thrusts continue. ”fuck! Gonna breed you so well, sweets. Gonna fill you up so much,nice and deep with my cum. Give you a kid, give you my kid”

His mouth got dirtier and dirtier and you couldn’t help but to respond to it ”fuck yes! Please! Give me another,w-want your kids cheol” his hand grabs your jaw and forces your head down,making you look at the bulge in your stomach from his cock,hitting your g-spot effortlessly. Your eyes were filled with tears as the second coil in your stomach tightened once more. Seungcheol speeds up, thrusts becoming a little sloppy as he nears his climax too. 

One particular hard and deep thrust has you seeing stars as you cum. Your body is exhausted as you lay down. Seungcheol keeps his thrusts going as your legs tremble, he grabs one of your legs and hooks it around his waist. All you could do was moan and shake. Not long after you feel Seungcheol come,spilling his release deep inside of you,filling you up. His hips continue to move,fucking all the cum back into you,not missing a single drop, not letting it go to waste.”there we go,keep it nice and deep for me sweets, do that for me” 

Seungcheol carefully slips out of you,you whine at the lost sensation. ”I know sweets, I know but we gotta clean you up. I'd love to stay inside you all night,but not tonight” he says that with a small pout as he toddles off to the bathroom, butt-ass naked as you couldn't help but stare. Admiring your husband’s ass and back muscles, also the tattoos that sit at the top of his neck. 

He comes back, coming over to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. You squeal as he laughs carrying you over to the running bubble bath. He gently places you down on the floor,holding your waist as you steady yourself. You stare down at you like you're the only one in existence to him ”God, I'm so in love with you” Seungcheol leans down and kisses you gently before helping you into the bath,filled with bubbles of your favourite scent. 

”I love you too,Cheol. I swear on it. Till death do we part” you make space for him to get behind you in the bath as you relax onto his chest,interlocking your hands with his and resting them on your stomach. ”Maybe the girls will get a sibling after all” you say softly as the scent of the bubbles fill your nostrils and you almost fall asleep,being all exhausted due to the ‘session’ you and Seungcheol just had.

”I really do hope we have another little boy,but another girl wont be so bad. I've already got you,Darae,Cheon-sa and Kuma. i think and i pray to the universe that it will be a baby boy,hopefully,sweets”

A/N pt2: thank you to all those lovely people who have got my stories/imagines to over 200 likes, it's actually mental that it would happen but thank you. good night and good morning. I rlly hoped you enjoyed this piece of mine and more is incoming soon xoxo

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Chapter 8 - May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor

Guys, Max was never going to be her dad (that’s gonna be reserved for Christian lol). Everyone on the grid will be a brother figure, unless stated otherwise – like Fernando is leaning towards the wise grandpa rule and Lewis will be the cool dad (I have a funny story line to go with this idea). All that to say, Max and Kelly will look after her when she needs it most. I also switched the titles. On with the show, and don’t forget to comment if you want to be added to the tag list and or if it’s somehow not tagging you! Much love <3  

Well, to Max’s dismay and according to google, you cannot adopt your 20 year old teammate that he had met hours earlier.. He had called Kelly early Thursday morning to whine. The more sensible part of his brain also knew that Christian wouldn’t let that happen either. And Kelly had to quickly remind him that he could still watch out for her. 

Max seemed to finally agree at the thought of being one of the protective adults in her life. He knew that you had your manager, who you seemed to trust. But, that didn’t help much when you spoke of how lonely you were. He was going to make it his mission to get you to move to Monaco, where he could keep an eye on you. 

“Maybe Christian could adopt her,” he muttered, staring angrily at his coffee. What that cup did to offend him, he didn’t know. But what he did know, was that he’d see you again later that night. Another festival for him to attend to. He only wished that Formula 1 went back to racing, and not putting on shows that had a strict attendance policy. 

At least you would be there. There was a change in the schedule so that you could be with him, Checo, Daniel, and Yuki on whatever thing they were being put on for the night. The buzzing of his phone ended his staring contest with his cup. 

It was a text from you. 

Little Racer : 

max, i need your help 

what are you wearing tonight??? 

i have an idea, and I think it’s stupid but i want to do it 

Big Racer : 

If it’s you, I don’t think it’ll be stupid. 

Probably what I always wear. Jeans and whatever Red Bull top they give me. 

Little Racer : 

that’s so grandpa core of you maxie 

and what is this all proper grammar for texting lollll 

you are not beating the allegations you millennial 

Max’s brows furrowed. He was not a grandpa or a millennial. He just liked to use the normal setting on his phone with proper capitalization and end marks. He would just have to ask Charles or Lando to see if they agreed with you. They wouldn’t though…would they? Your next message had him actually dying. 

Little Racer : 

do you think that Christian will be mad if i come dressed like elvis?

he said i could but i don’t know… 

Big Racer : 

You wouldn’t dare. 

Little Racer : 

oh boy ladies and gents, he doesn’t know 

*looks into the camera like an episode on the office* 

Big Racer : 

Did you seriously type all of that? 

Don’t answer. 

20 bucks says you won’t. 

The three little dots danced on his screen as he waited for you to respond. 

Little Racer : 

just you wait maxie, just you wait 

You didn’t text him anything after that. Max could only call Christian to understand what just happened. He picked up after three rings. 

“Hello, Max.” 

“Hi Christian. First off, happy birthday.” 

“Thank you son. But I know you didn’t just call me to wish me a happy birthday. You could have told me that later tonight.” In the background, it sounded like a coffee machine was running. Max hoped he didn’t wake him up. 

“Well, Y/n just texted me about wearing, uh.” Max didn’t want to say it out loud, because now it sounded stupid. 

“An Elvis costume? Max, the kid called me last night to ask. Said she didn’t want to ruin an image for us if she showed up like that. But I told her that it would be fantastic idea. Poor kid sounded scared.” 

Max let out a low hum. He didn’t like the sound of that. You were in no position to worry about such a thing. If anyone was to ruin Red Bull’s image, it would be him. He had no filter and Christian often had to tell him to reign in his thoughts. 

Max spoke, “I think I’m going to see about her moving to Monaco. She mentioned she has a flat in Nice, but that’s far away from Milton Keynes, and not close enough to anyone. Christian, she has no one.” 

It took a while for Christian to reply. Max could just imagine the older man running his hand along his forehead. It was hard to think of someone so young to be so alone. 

“Yeah, I think that would be best for her. I’ll make sure she can afford it. Hell, it could even be a property that we buy just for her to stay in when we have breaks.” 

Max listened and nodded his head along. Now it would only be to convince you to move. But suddenly, he remembered his previous conversation with you. He smacked his hand on his head. 

“Is everything alright Max?” the Brit on the phone questioned. 

“I just lost 20 bucks.” 

You however, had no idea that this conversation was happening. All you knew was that you had the go ahead from Christian to wear your beloved Elvis costume. Would you make a fool of yourself? Maybe. 

But who cares. It’s Vegas. To your chagrin, Vito had told you that there would be no walk out, but there would be dramatic paddock entrances. He still promised that you would get your song. That’s all that mattered to you. 

While you waited for the night to begin, you roamed the hotel. Because you were bored, you actually did a lot. 

You started off with breakfast. You were sad that they didn’t have the machines that made Texas-shaped waffles, because that was only in Texas, but the pancakes would do. And because you’re trainer would kill you for not eating well, you took it upon yourself to have a yogurt with some fruit as a side. 

After letting the food settle, you went to the gym for that daily grind. It had been a while since you had been able to work out, but you needed to get back on track. You would be racing tomorrow and you needed to be at your best. You lifted some weights first, starting with the smaller ones as warm ups before you got to the bigger ones. The stretch bands were very useful as you squatted the weights. 

After you were done, you hopped on the treadmill. By using the lower speeds, you were able to practice your runway walk, as if you would ever be a model. But the speeds increased and you found yourself in a full sprint by the end of the run. Five miles wasn’t bad, and you knew you could have gone farther, but you wanted to take a quick dip in the pool before getting ready. 

The water was a nice cool down for your overheated skin. Running was not your first choice of exercise. You’d rather run out of money, than run in real life. It didn’t make sense, but it did. The chlorine in the water was making your hair gross, so you decided to get out so that you could take a shower. 

Like the kid you were, you had your outfit laid out the night before, as if you were going on a fieldtrip. 

You allowed to take your time in the shower. It wasn’t every day that you made your F1 debut. That had your bones chilled. Your Formula 1 debut. You. Putting your head under the stream, you rinsed out the hair mask that you put on. There would be no nervousness. You were born for this. 

The thought of Max’s texts earlier made you giggle. You were glad that he was so welcoming. You would be much more nervous if you had met the infamous Mad Max. But this was more cat-dad Max. Kind Max. 

You only hope that you won’t screw things up. 

You turned on your playlist as you started to actually get ready. You ordered room service so that you didn’t have to go somewhere to eat. The food was amazing, well, as amazing as hotel food could get. You curled your hair as the remnants of your skin care routine dried. You mumbled the words to a song as you stuck a French fry in your mouth.

Once your moisturizer and various oils and toners dried, you started on your more pronounced makeup look. You knew you were going to be photographed throughout the night, and you needed to look good. Looking at the window, you noticed that the sun was setting. That meant that it was time for you to get dressed, and Vito would be there to pick you up shortly. 

Your outfit consisted of a sparkly white crop top and some white pants. A red scarf topped the outfit off. 

You would be arriving right behind Max and in front of Checo. You were excited to see the two men again. Moreso, you were excited to earn 20 bucks. With sunglasses on your nose, you were ready to hit the Sin City. 

Vito could hardly contain his laughter when you got in the car. 

You raised an eyebrow, “What?” 

He shook his head as to somehow rid himself of his laughter. “Nothing kid.” 

“Well Christian said I could wear it. I’ll blend right in. And besides, I’m almost immediately changing into my race suit.” 

He nodded his head at your reasoning. You had pulled off crazier things before, so he didn’t know why he was surprised. Maybe it was because he thought that you might not want to in F1. But, on the inside he was happy that you weren’t losing your child-like nature. He never wanted to see that seeming innocence to leave. He knew that you weren’t totally innocent, but he never wanted to see you hurt to an extent that you quit being happy. That was his favorite thing about you. You seemed to care about what others thought of you, but you knew how to make yourself happy. And if wearing an Elvis costume to the paddock would make you happy, then he would protect your decision. 

You could see the flashing lights even before you got out of the car. American paparazzi were on another level. You knew that Red Bull were one of the last ones to show up, and that freaked you out. Almost every single driver was already on the other side of gate. Your nerves settled when you saw Max get out, and you wanted to follow him. But, you realized that this was what you were waiting for. 

The familiar sounds of 33 Max Verstappen (the original one) could be heard through the car doors. Max’s face morphed into one of almost disgust. You let out a giant laugh and rolled down your window before you knew what you were doing. 

“Max, I love the music. Very Mad Max-esque.” 

He quickly flipped you a loving middle finger as he scanned his card to be let into the paddock. Multiple Elvis impersonators gathered around him for a picture. You hadn’t noticed, however, that the moment you rolled your window down, all of the cameras and photographers were now pointed at you. 

You buzzed with energy when you heard Life is a Highway start to fill the air. 

On the other side of the paddock, Max had stopped to talk to Lando, Oscar, Carlos, and Charles. He also was waiting for you so that you could walk with him to the Red Bull hospitality. He glanced over to see if you were out of the car at least. 

“Nice entrance mate,” Lando clapped him on the shoulder. He rolled his eyes. He’s sure that you roped Christian in to play the song. 

“Well what did they play for you?” 

Lando deflated and muttered, “Let’s go Lando.” Carlos and Charles, along with Max, laughed at his demise. 

Charles suddenly looked over Max’s shoulder. At that moment, Carlos spoke up. 

“I didn’t know Checo was a Cars fan.” The drums and guitar seemed to be turned up to the highest setting. What. An. Entrance. 

Max had a glimmer in his eyes, “He’s not.” 

And suddenly, there you were. In your Elvis costume. And you were loving it. You waved at all the people around you, quickly becoming a crowd favorite. 

From his right, Charles hums and Lando’s jaw is dropped. 

“That’s the new rookie, correct?” Suddenly, George was with them, along with Alex. 

Max only chuckled. “Yep.” He popped the “p.” 

Charles spoke up, “She’s nice. I met her at Arthur’s birthday party, but didn’t speak to her much.” 

“You all will love her. Trust me,” Max said, eyes widened as you got crowded with the other Elvises. You smile could outshine a thousand suns. 

Your eyes quickly met his and you gave him a giant wave. He beckoned you to come over. You flashed a nervous look before it melted away, replaced with bravery. If there was a time to meet some of the grid, you really hadn’t wanted to be dressed as Elvis. 

Your steps were quick and you made it over in no time. Now, most drivers are tall, but look short next to George, being the giraffe that he is. However, you were another thing. 

You’d definitely be taller than Yuki by a couple of inches. But you stood closer to five-foot-six (167.64 cm.), almost 5 inches shorter than Max, and four inches shorter than the rest. 

You gave a shy wave as you spoke, “Hi, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You suddenly remembered something. You turned to Max and held out your hand. 

The boys’ eyes widened as Max fished out his wallet and placed a bill in your outstretched hand. 

“Pleasure doing business with you sir.” You mocked a salute. 

Lando tsk-ed, “What did our Max loose a bet on?” 

“He said I wouldn’t come dressed like this. Little did he know, I’ve had this in my closet for years.” Lando couldn’t help but laugh at your revelation, and neither could Carlos and Charles. 

“Yeah, kid, you should have told me that Christian already gave you the go ahead.” 

“And where’s the fun in that?” You had a shit-eating smirk on your face. Lando was the first one to speak up. 

“How old are you? Max over here keeps calling you kid.” 

“I’m twenty.” 

It was an amazing recreation of that one tik-tok trend. I’m twenty, insert looks of disgust, uhg. Your heart dropped at their reactions. 

It was Carlos who surprised you. He quickly patted your head, “Aw, just a baby.” 

You looked at him in awestruck. You leaned over to Max and all but whispered, “Max?” 

“Yes kid?” he said in full voice. 

“He’s older than you right?” 

“Yes.” 

“Can I do the thing?” Max looked Carlos up and down before smiling. 

“Go right ahead.” The smile that you had was wiped off your face. You squared your shoulders and held out your hand. Carlos took it with a confused look. You gave him a firm handshake. 

“Thank you Mr. Sainz.” You swear he did a full body cringe. He was about to say something, but Christian had waved the two of you over, yelling something about time to get ready. 

You flashed a smile at the small group, “It was nice meeting you!” You all but bounced away as Max calmly walked by your side. 

“Did she just?” Lando looked to Carlos, who was frozen in his spot. He looked like someone had just told him that his car had blown up on the way here. 

He looked at his hands. “Mr.,” he gulped, “Sainz?” 

Oscar finally piped up. “Well, you are old.” Carlos looked close to a breakdown. 

Charles put a hand on his shoulder as he watched you and Max walk on the ramp. Max’s face was now stone-cold, yet yours still radiated so much warmth. “Come on mate. We got to go.” 

As they walked away, Carlos questioned, “I’m not old, am I?’ Charles could not, would not, should not, give him an answer. 

Lando and Oscar just looked at each other and then back at the disappearing duos. Laughter filled the air as they also began to walk to their respective hospitalities.

As you and Max got closer to the garage, you got a little quieter. 

“I don’t think they liked me very much. I knew the costume would be a bad idea.” The look of dejection was all over your face. Max looked over at you and huffed. 

“Kid, they just don’t know you yet. They’re also stressed about this race. No driver liked to drive on a track that was built in a month.” 

“You’re right.” 

“Kid, I’m always right.” You hit his shoulder. 

Christian was quick to get you, Checo, and Max all together for a couple of pictures. Since it was Christian’s birthday, there was cake and everything for a small celebration. After, the three of you were told to get into the racing suits for the opening celebration. 

You were with Mitch while you did so. 

“You’re telling me. That Kurt Cobain is going to perform. And I’m going to miss it! With John Legend!” Your eyes were wide as you zipped the suit up. 

“For the last time kid, you can meet them after.” You pouted as you tied your shoes. 

“Fine. But let me say, this is very Hunger Games of them. So Americanesque.” Mitch just let you talk. 

After you were ready, minus the helmet and all that, Mitch led you to the glass box. You turned to look at her. 

“Promise me that you’re not going to be dragged away to your death. This is so Katniss Everdeen coded and I cannot lose you like she lost Cinna.” Mitch was going to tell you off for worrying too much, but she could see through your eyes that you were trying to actually tell her that you were scared of the whole thing. No wonder you were rambling, you were just nervous. 

Mitch brought you into a hug and squeezed. You practically melted as you squeezed her back. Over your shoulder, Max was looking at the whole ordeal. He’ll give you a hug right before they went up. He knew how scary this world was. 

Mitch was given the signal that everything was about to start. You climbed into the box and some official closed the door. 

Mitch looked up at you, “May the odds be ever in your favor.” Your jaw dropped in appall as you were slowly being lifted. So she did know the movie! 

Max put a comforting hand on your shoulder as your face was suddenly hit with a breeze. All around you, people were cheering and lights were flashing. You suddenly wished you had brought your sunglasses with you. 

Max scoffed as he raised his hand to wave. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“This isn’t racing. We’re standing here, being observed, like a bunch of clowns.” 

“At least this won’t last long. We’ll be in the car soon Max.” You were right. If it meant anything, he would be back in the car soon, in his element. 

A beep let you three know that the machine would be going down in the next few moments. When the machine jolted down, you quickly stood up straight, hand behind your back, and put three fingers to your mouth. Your lips kissed your fingertips before you held the three fingers up. 

It was still loud as you did it, but the crowd died down as they watched you and mirrored your display. You watched in awe at the raised hands. 

The three of you lost sight of the crowds as the box was now back where it started. Max looked at you in bewilderment. 

“What was that?” 

You let out a large gasp. “You’ve never seen the Hunger Games?” You must have been loud because someone else gasped as well. Looking over, you were met with the sight of blond hair and striking blue eyes. 

“Max, you’ve never seen the Hunger Games?” Logan stomped over. 

“Dude I know. So not girl boss of him.” Max looked at the two of you in confusion. Girl? Boss? 

You and Logan were quickly swept into a conversation about American tendencies while Max just stood in between the both of you, looking like he’s in the middle of a midlife crisis. You and Logan were only pulled away when you needed to get into the car for free practice. 

As you left, you turned around and faced Logan, giving him a look of faux sympathy. “May the odds be ever in your favor.” 

“At least you didn’t volunteer,” Logan laughed as he turned away. 

 Max was still in the middle of his midlife crisis when Christian came to tell everyone that it was time to head to the garage. 

You felt your heart rate picking up as you got closer to the garage. You took a deep breath and exhaled. 

It was show time. 

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The Mayor's Daughter - Mary Goore x f!Reader [Part 7]

Summary: Mary is in danger, walking into the lion's den with nothing but a pocket knife. Forrest is on his way, but will it be too late…?

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Word Count: 11.2k

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, themes of abandonment, difficult childhood, threat, violence, blood

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A/N: Ladies, gents and enby darlings, I need to draw your attention to this stunning artwork I commissioned of Mary from the unbelievably talented @ghuleh-draws... I cannot believe how gorgeous he is and I could talk about it for hours. Please, go and show her and the art some love. Hopefully it might heal some of the trauma I've caused with both last chapter and this one... And once again, a big thank you to @angellayercake & @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading this!

Mary’s arms ached, and yet, he continued with his work. Mr. Rogers had started to lose some of his dexterity, his arthritic hands no longer able to do as much as they used to and so, Mary’s workload had as good as doubled. Furniture in need of a new lease of life had begun to pile up in the workshop, and school prevented him from making the dent in the work he needed to. Late evenings were becoming later and later, and yes, Mary’s grades had started to suffer.  

But it was becoming impossible to ignore the financial situation he found himself in, and – even at sixteen years old – the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. There was no choice here. If he wanted to move himself and his mother into a real home and out of the scummy little motel on the outskirts of town, they had found themselves in, he had to do what he had to do; with very little time to be the kid he still was...  

He’d stopped glancing at the clock on the wall of the workshop long ago, well aware midnight had come and gone. It wasn’t the ideal place to be on a Friday night, when all his friends were out enjoying their freedom. Still, he continued to sand down the wood of the dresser he was working on tonight despite the aching. If he could just get the sanding and the first layer of staining done tonight, it would be dry by the time he came back into the workshop on Sunday and he could spend at least Saturday evening with his friends like he’d planned. If one night a week was all the free time Mary would get, he’d just have to be grateful for that.  

Mary turned off the sander and swiped his hand across the top of the dresser, feeling how smooth it now was to the touch – no ridges, no scratches and totally even. Mr Rogers himself couldn’t do a better job, he was sure of it. And so, he pulled his dust mask from his face, letting it hang beneath his chin as he put the sander away and reached for the brushes and varnish.  

As he did, his phone began to vibrate on the tool bench, violently rattling against the metal. He stared at it for a moment, part of him wanting to ignore it and continue his work. Another 45 minutes or so, and he could head back to the motel and get some rest. But it vibrated incessantly, until he had no choice but to put down the brush and tin in his hand with a loud thud and answer the damn thing. 

“Yeah?” he spoke into the receiver, his tone dejected. He knew who was calling at this hour. He always knew. 

“Yeah, hey kid. Me again. Look, I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to come and get her. I’ve cut her off but she won’t go.” That voice belonged to Manny, the bartender at Ace’s Taproom. He sounded as exhausted as Mary did. 

Mary sighed into the phone, rubbing at his brow as if it would relieve the pressure that had built there.  

“Can you just... I don’t know, can it wait an hour?” Just enough time to get this layer of varnish done... Then he could still head out tomorrow night, his plans intact. 

“She’s already causing a bit of a scene, kid. The sooner you can get here, the better.” His tone was apologetic – even Manny knew this burden was too much for a kid to take. But who else was there? 

“Alright, I’ll be there in fifteen. Thanks, Manny,” he relented, already untying the tool belt from around his hips with his free hand.  

“I’m sorry, man. I’ll see ya soon,” Manny consoled just before he hung up. Mary dropped his phone back onto the bench with a loud slam, running his dusty fingers over his face and taking a deep, steadying breath. This was happening too often, almost every damn night. It had to stop, but what else could he do? He’d just have to keep saving her. 

When Mary pulled into the parking lot in Mr Rogers’ old van that he had kindly gifted him – for the sole purpose of collecting and delivering the pieces of furniture they worked on at the shop, since he could no longer lift them in his old age – he took a second to himself, collecting his thoughts and preparing himself for a confrontation he knew was bound to happen.  

He got out, heading towards the sign that flickered in neon red in the shape of an ace of spades. At this hour, there were very few people on the streets, much less left in the old taproom but still, he could feel the shame creeping in.  

Inside, he spotted her immediately, slouched over the bar on her usual stool nursing an empty glass with an incredibly pale drop of amber liquid in, as if the ice that had inhabited the last dregs of her scotch had melted and watered it down. Manny stood at the other end of the bar, talking to one of the other regulars but he shot Mary a sad yet appreciative smile across the room. Mary just lifted his hand in an almost-wave, and headed over to the bar. 

“Ma?” he called out gently. She barely stirred, her head laying on her arm like she was asleep. He shook her gently, pushing her hair from her face. “Ma, come on. Let’s go.”  He pulled her shoulders into an upright position, her head lolling as she came to.  

“N-no, I’m not done yet, baby,” she slurred, her tongue as drunk as her mind. 

“Yeah you are, they’re shutting up soon. We gotta get home,” he encouraged, trying to help her down from the bar stool. Her head gained its bearings, and she caught sight of Manny at the other end of the bar, as well as the other patron, watching the saddest scene unfold in front of them both.  

“Th-this prick... Said he wouldn’t serve me no more,” she rambled, pointing at Manny with an arm too weak to stay elevated. “What you starin’ at, huh?”  

“Ma, come on... Let’s just go, yeah?” Mary’s cheeks were heating up with embarrassment.  

“Don’t need your pity, dickhead!” she shouted, still slurring as if her tongue were too big for her mouth.  

“Go home,” he told her firmly, trying not to rise to her insults. She flipped him off, while Mary wrapped her other arm around his shoulders and hoisted her to her feet, slowly taking her outside.  

As soon as the door shut behind them, his mum pushed Mary from under her and tried to stand on her own two feet, stumbling a little in the process. But she found her footing, while Mary stayed close enough to catch her if she did fall.  

“Idiot boy, ruining my fun,” she mumbled. That was like a knife to the chest... 

“Either me or the cops, Ma,” he sighed. “Let’s just get home.” 

“Home? HA!” she hollered, “Where’s that then?” Mary just rolled his eyes, taking her arm gently and guiding her back in the direction of the van. Her walking reminded him of a newborn foal, so unsteady as she took one step at a time and yet she tried to get him off her the whole way, unwilling to admit she needed help.  

“Ma, this has gotta stop. This ain’t healthy...” he began, starting a losing battle. She stopped and slapped her hands down by her sides.  

“Don’t start with me, Mary,” she warned, but he was determined. 

“You’re drinking our savings, Ma! How are we ever gonna get outta that motel when you’re spending it faster than I can make it?” He raised his voice, his frustration evident.  

“You said you were working overtime!” she argued, as if that were any real argument at all. Mary was a 16 year old boy; his only job should be a few hours a week at most, if at all. Not every hour he could squeeze in, and certainly not to pay for her alcoholism.  

“Yeah, to get us a new place! But I can’t make enough if you’re just gonna spend it. Do I have to stop giving you money for you to stop? That’s for groceries, Ma. For shit you need!”  

“Don’t you curse at your mother, boy...” she practically growled. 

“Maybe if you acted like my mother-” It was a low blow, but not entirely unwarranted. His mother interrupted him with a sharp slap to his cheek, the suddenness stunning Mary into silence. His cheek stung, but his heart even more so. She’d never raised a hand to him before.  

“M-Mary...” she stuttered, her eyes beginning to fill with tears as the realisation sank in that she’d just slapped her son. Her little boy... Mary took a step back as she reached for him, letting her stumble and regain her balance again. “I’m sorry...” She tried to grab at him, to hold him and stroke his hair and desperately apologise but he shoved her off, and she stumbled to the ground in a heap. 

“I’m done. Get yourself home, Ma.” He turned quickly back to his van, his hands shaking with emotion he tried to hold back. His keys jangled in his hands as he unlocked the door with the press of a button, and he climbed into the seat with a slam of the door.  

His cheek still stung with the force of her slap, his eyes welling up as he clenched his jaw so tight his teeth could have splintered. He squeezed his eyes shut and hit his head back against the plush cushion of the headrest several times as he slapped at the edge of the steering wheel, releasing all of his hurt, his anger in an outburst he contained to the cabin of the van now that he was alone.  

Taking some deep breaths, he calmed himself to a point where he could wipe the fresh tears on his cheeks and shoved his keys into the ignition. But he paused before he turned them, the engine staying dormant, and glanced down into his wing mirror only to see his mother still in a heap on the floor. Her shoulders shook violently, her sobs audible even from here in the cab. His eyes lingered there, unable to tear them away as his chest ached. She looked so helpless, so utterly destroyed by what she’d done but more so, what had been done to her... 

“God fucking damnit,” Mary muttered, climbing back out of the van and walking back over to her with caution. Of course he did... How could he leave her? His own mother, lying on the cold tarmac of a parking lot, in this state? Mary was all she had now, their shitty little apartment snatched from them, abandoned once again by anyone and everyone. For years it had always been Mary and her, against the world – that couldn’t change now, when he was all she had left.  

Without a word, he lifted her again, her sobs quietening when she felt his hands under her arms and realised he’d come back for her. Her expression changed from anguish to surprise with an essence of gratitude and apology, allowing her broken son to pick up the pieces as he helped her back into the van. He took great care with every move, gently letting her get comfortable as he leaned over to strap the seatbelt across her, laying her head against the seat while she sobbed silently and hiccupped from time to time.  

As he drove her home, she reached for the radio to flick it on, getting comfortable in the seat and using the sound to try and distract from the situation the pair of them found themselves in. Mary stayed quiet the whole time, keeping a watchful eye on his mother as she seemed to drift between sleep and reality now she was bundled into a warm and comfy seat. 

“You used to tell me... I would hear you on there someday,” she slurred as they got closer to the edge of town, pointing weakly at the radio with a fond but weary smile. “My boy, ‘the rock star’,” she giggled. Mary looked ahead at the road, trying not to entertain the drunk rambles nor the dreams he’d squashed for himself with the weight of his responsibility. His one and only goal right now was to get them back on their feet – and even that felt unattainable. 

Back at the motel, he watched his mother struggle with her dexterity to fit the key into their room door. Eventually, he gently took the keys from her and let them both inside, guiding her as had become their routine. He let her sit on the bed – the one they now had to share under the circumstances – and crouched at her feet to take her shoes off for her, placing them one by one on the floor.  

He helped her take off her jacket, laying her down gently on the pillow while she curled in on herself in a foetal position. Mary headed into the bathroom with an empty glass, filling it with tap water and bringing it back out to his mother’s side of the bed. He crouched down next to her, urging her to drink. She did, small sips at a time. 

“Ma, please... you gotta get better. We need to get outta here,” he said softly.  

“I was getting better...” she sniffled.  

“I know, Ma. You can get better again,” he encouraged, but there was a small part of him that worried she never would. “You just gotta move on from-” 

“Stop,” she begged. “I don’t wanna hear it...” But Mary persisted. She had to hear him. 

“You can’t let this shit stop you. You’re stronger than that. We’ve been through worse,” he insisted. Her head shot up from the pillow, her gaze stoney and angry.  

“You have no idea, Mary... What it’s like to have the world promised to you and then ripped out from under you.” She spoke through gritted teeth. 

“You’re worth a lot more than that fuckin-” 

“Enough!” she yelled, rolling over onto her back to stare up at the ceiling. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. We could have had everything, if you had just...” 

“Me?” Mary interrupted, instantly offended at her accusation. “What the fuck did I do?” 

“Your attitude, Mary,” she shot her glare back at him. “Always fucking attitude.” 

There was no chance she was blaming him for all this... This was neither his, nor his mother’s fault. There was someone to blame, but in their absence the only person close enough to his mother was Mary, and the only person she could lash out at was him. She couldn’t possibly mean what she was saying, and yet, it still stung all the same.  

“Go to sleep,” he told her, his voice hardened and stern as if he were the adult, and she the child. “You’re just talking pure shit now. It ain’t my fault he lied to you.” 

“He didn’t lie-” 

“He did, Ma. He lied to you, and everyone else. He’s a piece of shit like everyone else in this washed up town!” Mary raised his voice, his anger at every injustice he faced from everyone around him mounting higher and higher. “I’m fucking sick of it, here! I wanna get us out, but you’re too busy drinking every dime I fucking make to notice that I’m fucking drowning!” 

Mary stood up suddenly, smacking at the shitty motel phone on the dresser beside the bed. His mother sat up, steadying herself from the headrush and the room spinning around her.  

“I’m doing my best, Mary!” she yelled.  

“Are you? Cause your best was getting clean eight months ago. Your best was no alcohol, getting yourself a job, being a normal fucking Mom! But now you’re back here, and it’s me who’s gotta look after you!”  

“I-I... I have an addiction, it’s not that easy-” 

“You’re not even trying! You’ve fucking given up, and why? Just ‘cause some fuckhead promised you the world with a cherry on top and it turns out, he was lying like every other dickhead?” Mary was going too far, but with a lack of a proper outlet, being forced to grow up quickly and fend for the both of them, every bottled up thought and emotion was spilling from him without restriction. 

His mother sat on the bed, watching her son thread his fingers through his hair in frustration and take some deep breaths to try and steady him – but they weren’t working.  

“Y’know what? Fuck this. You call me when you decide to be a mother again.”  

And with that, Mary grabbed his keys and stormed out of the motel room, slamming the door with so much force that the cheap painting on the wall fell and shattered behind him.  

Despite picking up his keys, he bypassed the van and kept walking, his legs taking him further into town without a destination in mind. He’d roam aimlessly if he needed to, but he needed to let off some damn steam, to expel some of this fucking rage that he’d imprisoned for too long.  

As he went, he found himself kicking over trashcans, the metal rattling along the sidewalk. He used his keys to scratch the sides of cars he stomped past – the expensive ones, mostly. The ones owned by people in this town with too much money, greedy fat cats with more of it than sense. On his keys, he had a swiss army knife keychain, and one particular car – a very expensive black SUV – he shoved the blade attachment into the tyre deep enough that it deflated, high pitched whistle getting quieter and quieter as he walked further into town.  

By the time he was in the town centre, he was starting to see a few people out and about, shoving shoulder to shoulder into them with a look of pure thunder on his face. Most people simply yelled out at him to watch where he was going, or called him a punk or other variations of ‘delinquent’.  

‘Yeah’, Mary thought, ‘that’s what you all fucking think of me’. A town full of people who only knew him for his namesake – a deadbeat father and a drunken mother. Why wouldn’t Mary follow suit? If people thought that of him already, maybe he should just live up to the expectations; become the stereotype and stop giving a shit about anyone and everyone around him. 

Why should he try anymore? 

But he shoved at the wrong shoulder outside a pool hall, two kids Mary knew as seniors from his high school stood outside with cigarettes in one hand and beer bottles gained with fake IDs in another. 

Corbin and Asher.  

 “Hey! Hey, fuckface!” Mary heard from behind him. He kept walking, too angry to give a fuck. But they followed. “Mary fuckin’ Goore, huh? You piece of shit, think you can slam into me and walk the fuck away?”  

Mary didn’t even look back, but they caught up...  

Corbin grabbed the back of his jacket and slammed him face first up against the shutters of a closed store, the metal rattling under the force. In an instant, he spun Mary around, slamming him again and holding him there.  

“You got a problem, kid?” he asked, cocky and ready for a fight. Mary struggled against his hold, trying to shove at his arms and kick at his shins.  

“Get the fuck off me, man,” he yelled. “You were in the way.” Corbin laughed condescendingly, looking back at Asher who stood there with both of their beers in his hands smirking the whole time.  

“This kid thinks he owns the sidewalk, Ash. From what I’ve heard, he belongs in the fucking gutter...” Corbin landed a fist to Mary’s gut, Mary folding up like a ball of paper as he coughed. “Maybe we’ll put him there.” 

He dragged Mary by his jacket and threw him to the ground, watching him roll around in pain until he tried to get up. Corbin raised his foot as if he were about to stomp on him, but Mary rolled to the side just in time to avoid it and instead reached out and pulled on his ankle, toppling him to the ground with a loud thud too.  

Corbin was older, heavier, but Mary was younger and nimble – quickly he straddled Corbin and started throwing punches, every ounce of anger inside him forcing his fists into Corbin’s face who was yelling at Asher to do something, to stop standing around like a fucking moron and get this ‘little shit’ off him before he ‘beat the crap outta him’. 

Before Asher could get close, Mary was being dragged off Corbin by someone else – someone in blue. Before he knew it he was being shoved against the hood of a car, his wrists clamped together in cold metal rings as the cop who’d stumbled on the scene slapped the handcuffs on him. His partner restrained Corbin just the same, slamming him on the other side of the hood.  

One of them called for another car, unwilling to shove both Mary and Corbin into the back of the same cop car lest they kill each other on their way to the station, but Mary was thrown in first, and taken in for processing.  

“Mary Goore, huh?” was the welcome he got when escorted inside by the Chief, sat behind the processing desk on a late shift. “Was only a matter of time,” he scoffed. Mary’s blood boiled at that. A few minutes later, as Mary was getting processed, another cop rolled in with Corbin in handcuffs. Immediately, Mary tried to lunge towards him, both of them hurling insults at each other while restrained.  

“Pembrook, get this kid in a fuckin’ cell to cool off!” the Chief yelled at the officer restraining Mary, who did as instructed and hauled him off to a solitary cell.  

“No, no wait! I get a phone call!” Mary said, running back up to the locked door as the officer shut it behind him.  

“You’ll get your phone call when you calm down, kid,” the officer shouted back through the door. It was at least another hour before Mary got his phone call...  

Not that it did him any good. He tried both his mother’s cell, and their motel phone – no answer. Perhaps he’d fucked up the phone when he smacked it off the side table, but still, his mother wasn’t answering her cell, probably passed out for the night.  

Mary was left alone, sat in a solitary cell with fresh bruises and cuts, until the sun had long since risen. He curled up on the bench at the back of the cell, cold and metal and uncomfortable, and barely got a wink of sleep. 

“Goore, let’s go,” he heard through the hatch in the door at God knows what time. He rolled over and sat upright, wiping the exhaustion from his face as the officer – a new one, only having just started his shift – opened the cell door. Behind him, was perhaps the only person Mary could really depend on at all. 

Forrest.  

“You can collect your things from the registration desk. Don’t find yourself back here again, kid. You got lucky, this time...”  

Mary just nodded meekly as the officer turned and walked off, the door wide open and Forrest stood there looking at him with an expression of nothing but worry.  

“Corbin got out last night, heard you were still in here. Got my parents to pull some strings,” he explained with a shrug. “Shit, Mare, you alright?”  

Forrest stepped into the cell and placed his hands on Mary’s shoulders, inspecting him. Mary just nodded again, both too exhausted and too somber to form actual words.  

“I’m gonna kick Corbin’s fuckin’ ass for this,” he grumbled. “I’ll set his eyebrows on fire in chem. He’s the worst fuckin’ lab partner anyway.” Mary huffed out a barely-there laugh at that, his shoulders shaking in Forrest’s hands.  

Forrest was a senior, like Corbin and Asher. He knew they had a reputation, always getting into shit like this but he never thought he’d see Mary heading down the same path. He was the only one who saw what Mary went through, the work he put in at the workshop, the nights he spent nursing his alcoholic mother. He’d taken him under his wing a little, made him one of the gang and tried to offer him some respite from the slurry of shit he found himself in.  

Getting the money from his parents to bail Mary out wasn’t difficult; they threw money at him like it was bird seed on the steps of a cathedral, but it was for that reason he knew loneliness just as much as Mary. On opposite ends of the spectrum financially but somehow, they shared a common ground in just how shitty their relationships with their parents were.  

It shouldn’t have been him who got Mary out of here. It didn’t matter to him who started the damn fight or why; Mary had been through enough as it was, and an outburst like this was simply a ticking time bomb. What bothered Forrest more than anything, was knowing it had to be him walking him out of that police station and not the one person Mary loved most in this world, the one who was supposed to love, protect and care for him. 

This wasn’t the last time he would collect Mary from a cell; there were more outbursts to come, more frustrations and stupid mistakes but if he had to, Forrest would be there for them all. He’d never abandon this kid who cared so deeply about people and the injustices they would face. Mary could have his rebellious phase, get it out of his system – hell, Forrest certainly did, and he wasn’t sure he was even out of it yet. But he needed someone to lean on, someone to reign him in when he started to go too far.  

That night was Mary’s rock bottom, but Forrest jumped down into the pit with him, armed with ropes and twigs, ready to build a ladder to get them both out.  

You were pacing outside the convenience store, desperately calling Forrest with your groceries in one hand, cell phone pressed tightly to your ear in the other. He didn’t pick up the first time, probably ignoring a number he didn’t know but you were getting more and more desperate. The second time you dialled, he picked up after a few rings. 

“Yello?” he answered, chipper and riding off the high of a show well played.  

“Forrest?! Oh my god, thank fuck for that. Listen, it’s me... Mary gave me your number,” you rushed out, barely intelligible at the speed you spoke.  

“Duchess?” he questioned, using the nickname the boys had seemed to settle on when they realised you weren’t going to castrate Jed for creating it. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“Mary’s... I don’t know, he said to call you! I’m at the store, he told me not to come back. Something’s wrong, Forrest... He said it wasn’t safe?” you panicked.  

“Shit...” he muttered. You heard scrambling on the end of the line, like he was getting up and grabbing a few things around him and stuffing them into a backpack. “Listen to me, you don’t go back to that apartment, okay? I’ll be there soon, one of us will call you when it’s safe. Just stay there.” 

“Forrest what’s going on?” Your voice had raised an octave in pitch, your cheeks burning from holding back tears.  

“Those guys at the bar... They know him, they’ve hated him for years and they threatened him. He just needs some back up, it’ll be alright. Just stay, okay? Promise me.” 

You wanted to promise that, but how could you stay there and not try to help Mary? If those guys had turned up at his apartment, he was outnumbered and if nothing else you could act as a distraction. You stayed quiet for a beat too long, and Forrest stopped rustling about his apartment needing to hear confirmation. He couldn’t be worrying about you too when his best friend was in danger. 

“Duchess?” he yelled into the phone.  

“Y-yeah, yeah... Sorry. I’ll stay,” you told him, still unsure if you were telling the truth.  

“Good, just wait for the call. He’ll be fine,” he assured, but the panic in his voice betrayed him too. He hung up without another word, leaving you stood in the street in the early hours of the morning, absolutely petrified for your boyfriend...  

Could you really stay put when he was just a few blocks away? When there was potentially something you could do to help him? You supposed you’d just have to... 

The door creaked as it slowly swung open, betraying Mary right from the start. If someone was in his apartment still, they’d have heard that... No doubt about it. And so, his grip on the swiss army knife tightened, and the steps he took became slower, steadier so he’d be able to plant his feet should he be ambushed.  

Stepping into his apartment, it was still dark. No lights had been turned on, just the orange glow from the street lamps outside streaming in through the windows. He listened out for any sign of movement, but nothing. To his left, nobody in the kitchen... But things were out of place, to put it lightly. Drawers hung open, cupboard doors almost ripped from their hinges. Cutlery, food and crockery lay strewn about the floor and countertops, like it had been ransacked.  

Mary proceeded with caution, noticing that the floor of his apartment was covered in his things... Records, clothes, blankets and pillows; even his tatty little guitar was on the ground in the middle of the floor, the neck broken and strings snapped. He wasn’t sure whether to feel rage or despair, but both hit him like a freight train.  

Slowly, he stepped a little further to peer around the corner that led to the bedroom and bathroom to his right, and then to his left, around the partition between the kitchen and living space. That’s when he noticed.  

A figure, sat on his couch with their back to him. He knew who it was immediately. 

Mary planted his feet, readjusting his grip on the blade in his hand. He was preparing himself for any sudden movement, every single one of his senses heightened. Should he be ambushed from another direction, he was ready.  

“Where is she?” The shadow asked, their voice low and eerily calm. Mary stood his ground; he was in no mood for games. 

“What are you doing in my apartment?” he asked, ignoring their question. The figure straightened up where they sat, no longer hunching forwards as they studied something on the coffee table. They took a deep breath, before answering with another question. 

“Where... is my daughter?” The shadow turned their head towards where Mary stood, between the outer wall of his bathroom and the entryway to his kitchen. The street lighting gave just enough of itself to illuminate the stark features of the man in front of him, the hardened glare pointed his way.  

The Mayor. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mary lied, without much conviction at all but he already knew there was no point. But he wasn’t giving him any information. He could go fuck himself. 

The Mayor cracked a grin; a sadistic little grin, as if he were some kind of comic book villain spoiling for a fight. “Now I know that ain’t true, so you’re gonna tell me where she is, I’m gonna go get her, and I’m gonna deal with you later.”  

“I don't know where she is,” Mary spat, his resentment and hatred for this snake barely contained. 

The Mayor sighed dramatically, slapping his hands to his knees and standing up. He turned towards Mary then, folding his arms across his chest. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, top button undone now he was technically off the clock. But he still wore his expensive suit, save for tie and blazer, as if it would intimidate Mary somehow.  

“Should have expected this from you, Mary,” he chuckled, “Defiance. Attitude. Even coming in here with a damn weapon.” He nodded towards the swiss army knife in Mary’s ever tightening grip.  

“Someone broke into my apartment. Gotta defend myself,” he stated plainly.  

“Nah,” the Mayor scoffed, “it was only a matter of time before you got yourself in trouble again. Cops of this town were always too good to you, lettin’ you off too easy.” 

As if Mary had ever done anything to hurt anybody... Sure he’d been picked up a handful of times for graffiti, or destruction of public property, that one fight with Corbin and Asher – which technically, he didn’t start... But Mary stayed quiet, staring at the threat in front of him just waiting for him to try something. 

“You know,” he started, turning back to the coffee table, “maybe I’m forgetting my manners, huh? Maybe we should catch up first?” He bent down, picking something up from the table and turning back. In his hands, was the photo frame Mary kept on his windowsill...  

The Mayor looked down at it, studying it with a smirk. “She always was a looker, huh? How’s she doing these days?” 

Mary saw red, desperately fighting every instinct in his body that wanted nothing more than to tear into this vile man, rip him limb from limb and cast him to the wolves. His already injured knuckles turned white, the wounds splitting back open as his fists balled up tighter, the handle of the blade in his right hand digging painfully into his palm. But he stayed grounded. He would not make the first move. 

“Get the fuck outta my apartment,” Mary warned. The Mayor was testing his patience, and it had already snapped once tonight.  

“I’m not leaving until you tell me where my daughter is.” His smirk dropped, along with the frame in his hands. He disregarded it without a care in the world, letting the glass crack as it hit the ground with a thud. Mary winced at the sound. 

“Wouldn’t tell you if I knew,” he lied. He was adamant he would never tell him where you were, never give you up if he beat him into a pile of broken bones. You’d been free of him for less than a week, but already you’d come out of your shell so much, found yourself. How could he ever put you back in the box they’d kept you in all those years? 

“Do you think you’re good for my daughter, hm?” the Mayor took a step closer, “You think she’d want someone like you?”  

Mary ignored him. He had to. This was just a manipulation tactic, something to throw him off and degrade him like everybody always had.  

“You’re the scum of this town, Goore. Everybody knows it.” He stepped closer again, circling Mary with slow and calculated steps like a panther on the hunt. “You, and your drunken whore of a mother, your deadbeat father... You were fucking destined for the gutter.”  

Mary watched him as he came to stand in front of him again, just a little taller than Mary but puffing his chest out as if to intimidate him. Mary stayed painfully still, grinding his teeth in rage. One wrong move, he was poised and ready to defend himself.  

“You think you know me... You don’t know shit,” he taunted, “But I know you...” 

“Oh-ho-ho," the Mayor laughed, “You do, do you? This should be good.” 

“Yeah... I know you’re a filthy letch who takes everything from good, honest people and lines his pockets with it.” Mary was getting cocky now, arching his eyebrow and tilting his chin up in defiance as a sadistic little smile crossed his split lip. “I know you used to be a good guy, once upon a time. Beautiful family, on top of the world...”  

The Mayor barely reacted, pushing his tongue into his cheek and looking down at Mary with the same arrogance he always exuded.  

“I know you trapped your perfect little wife up in your ivory fuckin’ tower while you flashed your shit about town like a damn Kennedy brother...” 

The Mayor’s eyes darkened. Now Mary was getting to him. 

“I know you trained your precious little girl like a damn puppy her whole life, only to have her grow up to resent every little fuckin’ thing about you...”  

Mary was about to cross a line. He was about to say something just to get a rise out of him, just to make him snap. He’d never talk about you like this and mean it, but for all the pain and misery this man had caused people through the years, he deserved something that cut him to the bone. 

“You repelled her so much that she crawled out of her pink, frilly cage... and spread her fuckin’ legs to the town scum...” Mary laughed, smug and satisfied when he saw the way the Mayor’s hands tightened around his biceps, his nose wrinkling in disgust.  

Mary took a step closer to him – a stupid move, but he was oozing cockiness, no longer thinking clearly and only wanting to cause as much fucking damage to this prick’s ego as he damn well could. He knew it would turn his stomach to know his daughter was friends with Mary, let alone willingly fucking him.  

Mary looked the Mayor up and down, smirking with barely contained glee as he leaned into him to deliver the final blow. 

“She calls me daddy now...” he whispered, staring directly into his eyes with an impish sparkle in his own.  

The Mayor’s eyes raked over Mary, sizing him up, looking him up and down while he chewed on his cheek, the disgust on his face twisting and morphing into a vile expression of hatred. Before Mary knew what was happening, the blade in his fist was knocked clear across the room, his balance thrown off as two large hands wrapped around his throat. He was spun around and pushed backwards into the small kitchen space, tripping over the mess left there as he tried desperately to fight the power of the much older, much bigger man attacking him.  

Soon enough his lower back was being slammed into the edge of a counter, the thumbs of the hands around his throat pressing down on his airways while Mary did what he could to fight back, clawing and scratching at the Mayor. 

It was getting harder and harder to breathe, spots starting to flicker across his vision as that murderous glare stared back at him. The thought briefly crossed Mary’s mind that he might not stop... Once he was rendered unconscious, there was nothing to stop him from taking the life he’d worked so hard to rebuild over and over again away from him. Just as he’d found a semblance of happiness, too... The Mayor was going to take it all away from him. Again. 

The Mayor’s grip adjusted to just one hand tightening around his throat, the other pulling back and coming crashing down on Mary’s cheek with a blow that reopened old wounds of the evening. Mary was going to lose this fight, there was no contest. Blow after blow landed to his face as the Mayor squeezed the life out of him... 

“Daddy!”  

The Mayor snapped out of his trance, his head whipping behind him with his fist pulled back in preparation for another strike, the other still choking Mary. You looked on in pure horror at what you’d walked into... You had expected to come back to a dangerous situation, but not one that included the attempted murder of your boyfriend at the hands of your own father.  

With the Mayor’s attention on you, however brief, Mary took advantage and lifted his foot to push at the Mayor’s hip quickly, twisting him just enough that he lost his grip on him, and Mary fell to the floor in a heap, coughing and spluttering as the oxygen rushed back into his lungs. It was all too much all at once, the sudden rush of blood back to his head and the pain of the punches hitting him at the same time and he rolled and writhed on the floor as he tried to regain control of his body. But the spasms continued, and he could barely see nor hear anything while he squirmed at the Mayor’s feet.  

You rushed into the kitchen, attempting to bypass your father and to immediately help Mary but you were stopped, a hand wrapped tightly around your bicep and attempting to drag you away. Of course, you fought back, smacking at your father’s chest and kicking at him as if it would help.  

“Let go! Get the fuck off of me! GET OFF!” you screamed over and over, hoping someone might hear from another apartment and come to your aid. 

“You forget your place, girl,” your father snarled, barely affected by you beating at him. You managed to wrench your arm free of his grip and take a step back, your father’s attention on you and you alone while Mary still coughed on the floor, almost vomiting with the way his chest heaved.  

“If you think it’s with you, you’re sorely fucking mistaken,” you growled. “What the hell are you doing?”  

“Teaching this little fucker a lesson in manners,” he spat, pointing down at Mary who spat a glob of red tinted spit to the floor – a biproduct of the hits to the face he had taken. He’d regained enough composure to sit himself upright against the cupboard, letting his head hit the wood as he glared up at your father, chest still heaving. 

Only now did your father take a good look at you, seeing how different you looked in a short denim skirt, a fishnet top, the make-up you’d chosen to wear over what you had always been told to. Once again, his expression clouded into disgust. 

“What has he done to you?” he asked, looking you up and down.  

“Him? You think I’d jump from a life where I’m controlled by a man into another one?” you shrieked. Your father pretended not to hear you, instead leaning down to quickly grab Mary by his shirt and heave him to his feet, holding him against the cabinets again. Mary didn’t fight back; he couldn’t. He was still in too much pain, his body not responding to his commands.  

“You take my daughter from me, and dress her up like one of your scummy little whores?” he screamed into Mary’s face while all he could do was wince and squeeze his eyes shut, trying to steady the swimming sensation in his head.  

You rushed towards them, pushing at your father until you could weave yourself between the two of them. Mary barely kept himself upright against the counter, but you reached a hand behind you anyway, securing it in his and holding it tightly against your back.  

“Don’t you fucking touch him,” you warned.  

“You wanna protect this little shit? Why? You think you love him?” your father mocked, scoffing at the mere thought of it. “I couldn’t quite believe it when I finally got it out of your mother... As soon as she told me she saw you get into a shitty black van, I fucking knew... I thought ‘no, no way my little girl is that fucking stupid’. Of all the decent guys in this town, you choose this?” 

The anger you felt as he berated you, insulting not only Mary but you and your intelligence too... You had no time to be angry at your mother, knowing what your father was like and how he could manipulate anybody to get what he wanted out of them. All of your energy was directed into protecting Mary, standing between him and your father and proving to them both you weren’t backing down. Gone were the days of obeying and staying in your lane. If Mary had taught you anything in your short time together, it was that you could be yourself and stand up for what you believe in unapologetically. And you believed in Mary... 

“He’s a better man than you give him credit for,” you seethed, squeezing his hand behind your back. Your father laughed maniacally at you, throwing his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose.  

“Really? This little shit? If you think he’s any good for you, you’re dumber than I ever imagined. You come from a good, respectable family. This whole fucking town knows me, loves me, and all I ever did was give you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter... But you throw it back in my face?” he argued, throwing his hands around as he yelled. But you stood your ground. “You know where he comes from, right? Deadbeat fucking dad who drank and gambled his money away. A whore of a mother who also drank herself into a permanent hospital bed?” 

“You’d... know all about that, w-wouldn't you?” Mary struggled to speak through laboured breaths from behind you, hunched over but pushing up on the counter to stand upright.  

Your father’s head snapped back to glare at Mary. “Excuse me?” 

You felt a change in the air, notably in your father’s demeanour. His eyes had widened, and he seemed to freeze in place, waiting for Mary to speak again while he caught his breath and used his strength to stand properly behind you. He kept hold of your hand, squeezing it tightly but once he stood up, he used his free hand to steady himself on your waist; both protectively and for stability.  

“You... you think you have a right to judge... my mother? After what you did?” he asked rhetorically, which only confused you. Your brow creased and you turned your head to look back at Mary.  

“What are you talking about?” you asked softly, trying to make sense of what he was saying. He tore his eyes from your father to glance at you, offering you a look of apology laced with fear as if he were apologising for what you were about to hear... When he looked back at your father, your eyes followed to see that same wide-eyed expression. “What did you do?” 

“You gonna tell her, or should I?” Mary’s voice was a warning, but still, your father remained silent. If he wasn’t going to tell you what the hell was going on, you’d just let Mary. Someone needed to say something, and quickly, before you lost your cool again.  

“Tell me,” you ordered them both, but still you directed your glare at your father.  

“Yeah why don’t we tell her, hm?” Mary’s voice had grown a little stronger, recovered from the hands that had squeezed his neck for almost too long. Adrenaline was kicking in, numbing the pain in his head from the beatings and giving him the strength to get angry, to challenge the Grand High Mayor.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he defied. Mary just scoffed.  

“You tricked my mother, and took everything from her...” he spat. You looked back at Mary, confused and shocked. Your father just stood in silence, glaring.  

“How?” you asked, “Tell me everything. Now.” 

“You won’t like this...” he warned, never breaking eye contact to look at you.  

“I don’t fucking care, Mary. Tell me.” 

He took a moment, forcing a steadying breath to calm the rising nerves. He’d never wanted you to hear this, fearing it might just devastate you to know who exactly your father was, the kind of man he could be, and what he was capable of. You hadn’t needed to find this out, but this had all gone too far. He wanted nothing more than to pull the rug from under the Mayor’s feet, to make sure he knew that Mary knew everything, that he needed to be very fucking careful this secret never got out. Mary had him in checkmate, holding the secret in until someone came along who would hear him and believe him – someone with a higher standing in the town than himself and his friends.  

“My mom got clean when I was 15,” he began, “She’d stopped drinking, got herself a job that could keep us going while I was in school, and still working for Mr. Rogers on the weekends. We were living out in the Oak Ridge apartment complexes, and we were doing alright.” 

“Then in came a man in a dapper suit with a briefcase and a fuckin’ God complex, who convinced the landlords to sell up so he could flatten the building and build office blocks instead. He fucked over all the residents, all hard-working people, by flashing compensation to the landlords who just handed out eviction notices. But my mom owned our shitty little apartment outright. She’d just managed to club together the money for the deposit, to get herself a mortgage and have a place that was just ours. She wanted stability, and she didn’t want to sell up. She was the last one who refused...”  

Your father’s eye twitched as he readjusted his stance, like suddenly he was incredibly uncomfortable. “You don’t actually believe this fucking scumbag, do you?” he asked you, interrupting Mary.  

“Shut the fuck up,” you snapped, and miraculously, he did just that.  

“So he... He charmed her. He bought her pretty things, took her to fancy places out of town, told her everything she’d ever wanted to hear... He told her he loved her,” Mary’s voice cracked at that, at the hurt of somebody lying to his mother when that had been all she’d ever wanted, “He seduced her, and told her he’d run away with her and give her the life she’d always wanted with him... if she’d just... sign on the dotted line...”  

You felt sick to your stomach. Not only had he taken advantage of Mary’s mom, their situation, all for his own gain, but he’d cheated on your mother, gone behind his own family’s back to manipulate a damaged but healing woman and ruin her life. Your head span with overwhelm, purely disgusted by what you were hearing. You knew your father wasn’t a good man, but you had no idea he was such a monster... 

“When she signed the deed over, he dropped her and left us both on the streets. He left us with nothing; no money, no home. We had to move into the Quartz motel, and she was heartbroken. She started drinking again, more and more because of what YOU did,” Mary snarled at him, pointing his finger as he raised his voice. “She was too depressed to get back up again, and I had to pick up the pieces. I had to quit school, work full time and give everything up when I was fucking 16 years old just to keep us afloat. She never recovered, and it didn’t matter when I got us this shitty little apartment and finally moved us outta the Quartz, her body gave up.” 

Mary pushed you to one side in his rage and stepped up to your father. You stumbled and caught yourself on the counter, too stunned to do or say anything about it as the truth sunk in. Mary got in his face again, pointing his finger directly at him and screamed, “It’s because of YOU she almost fuckin’ DIED. You piece of SHIT! YOU AS GOOD AS KILLED HER!” Mary slapped his hand against your father’s chest, who just stood there and took it, glaring at Mary as if he were still that same kid.  

You shook yourself from your own little trance and pulled Mary back to you by his arm, turning your back on your father and holding Mary’s cheeks to soothe him, to calm him down as he broke down at the truth. Mary stood there and sobbed, letting you wipe the tears as you shushed him, whispering apologies to him as if any of this had been your fault. But your heart broke for him...  

How could your father have ever been that callous? You thought you’d known him, that he wasn’t anywhere near as bad as it seemed he was. You were aware he leaned more towards right wing politics, and no, you didn’t agree with him. And you’d known some of his associates were bent and unethical in their ways, but you’d never known he was as corrupt as Mary was telling you. All those whiffs of under the table deals you’d gotten over the years were true. He was a crook... A liar, a cheat, and abusive fucking monster.  

“You don’t seriously believe this shit, Pumpkin?” he asked, using a damn pet name of all things to try and get you back on side. You span around to glower at him, rage bubbling up inside you. 

“Don’t you fucking ‘Pumpkin’ me, you arrogant letch!” you screamed. “That explains why you kept disappearing all the damn time, spending your evenings and weekends anywhere but at home. I guess now I fucking know where you went... You missed half of my sweet sixteen, for fuck’s sake! Sped off right after the cake and didn’t come home for two days. Is that where you went? Is that where you always went? To take advantage of a decent woman who only wanted to be loved? To give her kid the BEST FUCKING LIFE POSSIBLE!?”  

“I never went anywhere near his slut of a mother!” he yelled back. 

“Oh, please!” Mary interjected, “You fucked her, and then you fucked her over.” 

“You LIAR!” Your father lunged at Mary again but you stopped him, forcing him back with a push that took all of your strength, all of your anger. He didn’t try it again, instead focussing his anger on you now. 

“You gonna let him manipulate you like this? Lie to you? He’s just trying to come between us, Pumpkin, to keep you away from me. He'll fucking use you and dump you for the next girl who shows him any attention. You’re just some petty fucking revenge he’s taking out on me... He’s USING YOU!” 

“Sounds more like something you’d do...” you growled at him. You had made your choice already, long before tonight. Your place was at Mary’s side, now more so than ever. Fucking revenge. As if Mary would have lied to you all this time... There was no way? 

Your father straightened himself up, dusting his shirt off as if there were something on it, but it gave him a moment to collect himself, to make himself seem the prim and proper one.  

“If you choose to believe his lies and stay with him, then that’s your stupid choice,” he told you as he straightened the cuffs of his shirt sleeves, not even affording you the decency of eye contact. “But know this; you choose him, and that’s it. You will have nothing. No money, no home, no future. I’ll make sure neither of you work in this town. I will cut you off completely.”  

He thought he had the upper hand, that his words would scare you into submission and force you to come home with him. He seemed to forget the heated words you’d exchanged the night of the dinner at the Town Hall...  

“I thought I’d made myself pretty clear last time we spoke... I don’t want to live under your fucking thumb anymore. You told me to leave once before, and what, now you’ve changed your mind? You want to play happy families, and drag me back into the life you forced me to live? I want my own life, and now? I want it as far away from you as I can possibly get.”  

Your father stared at you, his jaw grinding in anger. He’d lost control of you, and he hated it. You were unravelling his perfect ‘family man’ façade that had won him all those elections, tearing down the perception the town had of him as this kind, caring man with a beautiful family.  

As you glared at each other, challenging the other to speak first, heavy footsteps got closer as if someone were running down the hallway outside the apartment and soon, Forrest ran into the apartment clutching a baseball bat and ready to swing. He stopped short at the scene in front of him, not having expected this at all... Mary, beaten and bloodied behind you, squaring up to your father, the Mayor...  

Forrest knew everything and quickly connected the dots, keeping the bat raised and ready in case your father tried anything at all. But now he was outnumbered, and his pride wounded. 

“You’re making a big fucking mistake, madam,” he warned. “You’ll end up a low life like these idiots, and laying in a hospital bed just like his mother.”  

“You need to leave,” Forrest told him firmly. “You got another witness now, sir,” he warned, sarcasm dripping from the honorific.  

Your father straightened up and turned, taking a few steps to stand at the edge of the kitchen where Forrest backed up to give him the room to leave, bat still raised. Just as he was about to leave, he turned back to see you reach for Mary’s hand, holding his cheek gently in yours as you took a good look at the bruises and blood that covered his face.  

“You should get out of town before morning,” he began. “I will pull every string at my disposal to make sure you will never find peace here. This is my town, and this?” he waved his finger around, “is a dangerous neighbourhood. Especially without a deadbolt.” He nodded towards the front door that he’d bust open. 

“Get out,” Forrest reiterated with a look that could have burst him into flames if he had the ability.  

Without another word, your father turned and left, slamming the front door that only bounced back open with nothing left to catch.  

Forrest lowered the bat with a sigh, rubbing at his forehead from the stress. You focussed all of your attention on Mary, checking he was okay. He certainly wasn’t... He’d taken two beatings in one night and was covered in a litany of injuries that needed attention.  

Without saying a word, Forrest dropped the bat on the floor with a clatter and rushed into the bathroom, pulling out an old first aid kid from under Mary’s sink and rushing back with it while you gently guided an exhausted Mary to his couch, forcing him to sit back.  

As you patched him up with band aids and gauze and fed him a glass of water, no one dared to speak another word. After everything that had happened tonight, the silence – however brief – was welcome. But eventually, one of you had to break it.  

“We should get you to a hospital, Mare. You might have a concussion, or a bust nose or something’,” Forrest reasoned. Mary shook his head. 

“I’ll be good, don’t think anything’s broken.” Neither you nor Forrest argued with him. “Fuck, what the hell are we gonna do?” he asked, sinking further down into the couch beside where you knelt on the cushion, hovering over him.  

“He’s just trying to scare you both, right? He’s pissed, just wants you both out but what the fuck can he really do?” Forrest asked from the floor, where he’d picked up the broken picture of Mary and his mom and set it on the coffee table. Mary stared at it, biting back the sting of tears.  

“Anything... he can do anything. He’ll make good on his threat, his security don’t ask questions.” You chewed on your thumbnail anxiously, trying to think of your next move.  

“I’m sorry...” Mary mumbled, looking down at the picture on the table with shame in his eyes. 

“For what?” you asked, shuffling closer to him and gently turning his chin towards you, “What could you possibly be sorry for?”  

“He’s cut you off because of me,” he sniffled, keeping the tears in his eyes at bay. “I’ve fucked your life up for you already...” 

“Don’t you dare,” you told him firmly, “you listen to me. I chose this, I needed to get away from him and I did. This is a blessing, we’ll be okay-” 

“How the hell are we gonna be okay? We can’t stay here anymore, we got nowhere to go and the money I make at the shop isn’t gonna keep us both afloat for long...” he panicked, but you hushed him with a finger to his lips. 

“We’ll figure it out. Money’s not a problem...” Mary looked confused, as did Forrest, the pair of them staring at you. “I’ve... I’ve been saving. Funnelling money away for a while. I knew someday I’d wanna get out and well... I opened a bank account as soon as I was old enough and just kept throwing my allowance into it. I got a trust fund when I was 18, he thinks I spent it. I didn’t, it’s been stashed away for years. We can get a place Mary, we just need somewhere for now.” 

Mary blinked at you dumbly, “You... You want that?” 

“What, to run away with you? Are you kidding?” You ran your fingers through his hair, avoiding the long strands that were clumped together with dried blood. “Haven’t I already done that?” you asked with a soft smile.  

Mary gawked at you, smiling a little himself before he leaned closer to you and planted his bust lips onto yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. Forrest coughed from the floor, bringing the two of you back to reality.  

“That’s great and all, but... where the hell are you gonna go for now?” he asked. Mary processed his question for a second, thinking it over. 

“Well, it’s not exactly a ‘best case scenario’, but... I have an air mattress back at the shop? It’s just a storage unit but it’s outta town. Sometimes I’d work late and be too tired to drive home so I’d crash there. No one really knows where it is, I never have clients come to the unit.” 

“It’ll do, while we look for a place in the city,” you told him. You didn’t care where you stayed or what you slept on, as long as it was safe – as long as Mary was safe. 

Forrest nodded, getting up from the floor and starting to gather some of the mess from your father’s rage. “Better get a move on then... Grab what you need, I’ll help you move it in my van too.” 

Before either of you stood up, Mary sat upright and turned to face you. “You sure about this, doll? Like... really? I can’t expect you to use that money to set us both up.” 

“Oh, shut up...”  you smirked, swatting his shoulder lightly. “You really having second thoughts about taking my dear daddy’s money and running off into the night?” 

Mary’s eyes glinted with a mischievous sparkle, and his lips curved into a smirk. “Well, when you put it like that...” He leaned in as you giggled, welcoming another slow, tender kiss that felt like a triumphant win given the events of the night.  

From across the room, Forrest rolled his eyes, picking up a small pillow and throwing it at the both of you to break you up. When you both yelped and looked up at him, he simply widened his eyes and shook his head, tapping at an imaginary watch on his wrist as if to say ‘hello? Get moving!”. You stood from the couch, reaching your hands out to Mary who used your strength as leverage to sit upright, his whole body aching and protesting after all the damn fighting tonight. Forrest was, of course, right. You needed to pack up what you could quickly, and get the hell out of town.  

So much had happened tonight, and so much had been said that couldn’t remain just a fleeting exchange in the heat of the moment. Revelations of the kind of man your father truly was had to be put to the back of your mind for now, to be dealt with and talked properly about in the coming days. For now, you couldn’t focus on it - the wound too painful to acknowledge until you were out of harm’s way. You couldn’t think about the truth, or what that meant in terms of your relationship with Mary. The thought that perhaps you were just Mary’s retribution couldn’t take root in your mind, lest it grow into genuine suspicion. There was no time to let doubts creep in. Instead, you dove into packing with Forrest, shoving clothes and essentials in whatever bags or boxes you could find to busy your mind. 

But Mary; he stayed put, fiddling anxiously with his rings. Neither you nor Forrest questioned him, figuring after two pretty rough beatings tonight he could sit this one out. But it wasn’t that that held him back...  

His own doubts were seeping in, an anxiety burning in his chest. He’d unveiled a huge part of himself tonight, something he’d never intended for you to know. He’d never wanted to hurt you with this and now that he had, he had to force down the guilt that came when he’d seen the look on your face as the truth spilled. His disdain for the Mayor hadn’t ever been as simple as hating the face of the town that hated him. There was so much more to it than that, but he’d never wanted to make that your burden.  

Part of him now was terrified. The thought had crossed his mind that perhaps – maybe not now, maybe not for a while, but someday – you might think he chose you for this, like some sick revenge on the Mayor. Even he had accused Mary of it, claiming he was using you... Taking his only daughter and defiling her, corrupting her just to get his own back. That night back in the dive bar had started as a bet, yes. The thought had indeed crossed his mind that it was ironic he’d got to fuck you after your father had fucked over his family. But you were so much more than that...  

He was in too deep now. He loved you. Now more than ever, he was afraid he might lose you over this. He prayed that you didn’t think that, that your father’s own accusation had fallen on deaf ears.  

But for now, he just needed to get you both out of town. As long as you were safe, he’d take whatever consequences came his way.  

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Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 2 , Hookups n All

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Pairing: F!reader x Joel Miller

Summary: While you're at the bar alone, you meet a man named Joel and his brother Tommy. You and Joel take a liking to one another and it ends in some sexual tension being released

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Strangers

WC: 4.7k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Hookup, Bathroom sex, Buzzed sex, Dirty talk, Reader is described to have pubes (So is Joel), Consenting force, Oral sex, Joel cums in your mouth, Doggy style and Mirror sex

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You were sat in the dimmer corner of the bar, the ragged light just above you seeming to only be hanging by a string, as if it could fall onto your head at any given moment. You could hear the light buzzing, bugs becoming attracted to not only it's brightness, but it's loudness too. You ignored it though, just munching on your fries, which were definitely some of the soggiest you've ever had while taking sips of your drink.

You got your usual - Tequila. Well, that's not all. Of course, you have yourself a chaser with some lime on the side, you aren't a psychopath. Well, you kind of are. What kind of woman goes to a bar on a Saturday night all by herself? Every other woman here has a plus one, other than you. Luckily, you can get as wasted as you'd like, your house is just down the street from here, a simple stride home. A stride of shame, more than likely.

Everyone else in the bar seemed to be having the time of their lives, dancing and playing shitty bar games, the occasional fight has erupted over the damn games. Last time you came, two old fucks knocked one another out; Truly, it was a sight to behold. But today (Or rather tonight), the bar is packed full of morely ladies and gents, minusing the few bastards and wankers that made their way through the establishment, being a nuisance.

You kept to yourself, wanting this night to pass faster than it already is. You should just be home right now but instead, you can't help but drink away your sorrows. You feel fuckin' pathetic, but hey, what can you do? Being broken up with ain't easy but you have to cope with it one way or another.

You took a big swig of your tequila, shaking your head slightly at the burning feeling in your chest now, sucking on the sour lime directly afterwards. Whilst you did, you watched as two tall and burly man made their way through the ran down bar, their hips pushing against the wooden door of it. They didn't seem to have any care in the world - A feeling in which you wish you had for yourself. But you'll be damned.

Both men were intimidating. Not in the sense they look scary or they'd rip you apart, but rather because they look like they know everyone here. Everyone went silent when the men entered the building and you couldn't tell if it was because they were famous or because everyone was terrified of them. It was neither for you, you just minded yourself, still eating and drinking as if you hadn't noticed them walk in.

"Two beers, one for me and one for him." The slimmer man stated to the bartender, the worker quickly hopping to accommodate his request. The man whom had taken the order took a seat at the bar, on a stool, the more gruff man taking in the look of the bar, scoffing to himself. "This place is a damn shit hole." He chuckled to himself, sitting down beside the other man. Are they brothers or something? Lovers? Like this is some brokeback mountain deal. You don't discriminate. They do look similar though, so probably siblings.

The bartender set their drinks in front of them, both men taking them and taking large guzzles from them. "Pigs." You whispered beneath your breath, feeling accomplished that they didn't hear the peep come out from you. Although, the more roughened up guy was attractive. He had brown hair, messy scruff, apocalyptic looking clothing. He was a good looking man. Same could be said for his possible brother, but you prefer your men sloppy.

Guess you were staring a tad bit too long, the man caught a glimpse of you as well, you could see his lips tugging at the corners of his cheeks. It wasn't a real lookin' smile, rather one full of playfulness and lust; You could identify it anywhere. You didn't think much of it considering a lot of men around here are like that. Country boys are some of the most desperate fuckers you'll ever meet. They'd let a snake bite their pecker at the chance to just fondle a woman's breast.

You drank the last bit of your tequila, pushing it aside and now not even wanting to finish your food off. Instead, you crossed one leg over the other and looked up at the TV. It was mounted above the wall of the bar. You were appalled. They actually had a TV, this was new, you thought they could hardly afford glasses for attenders to drink out of. But here we are, they have a damn TV. You don't know the owners personally but it's clear they are struggling to keep this bar open.

You heard one of the barstools squeak as one of the men stood off of it. You paid no mind to it, assuming they were going to use the bathroom or get in a game of pool. Which is why you were quite surprised when the more buffer guy was now standing in front of your booth, leaning against the barkish, leather seat. "Scare ya?" He questioned, a dark laugh coming from him. You let out a breathless huff, "I ain't scared of nothin'." You mumbled, confused as to why he was suddenly up here.

Deep down you knew.

"Aw c'mon, you gotta be scared of somethin'." He made himself comfortable at the booth, sliding into the seat across from you. "Maybe I am, maybe I ain't." You replied, clearing your throat, your eyes trailing his body up and down. This man was surely a looker himself. "What's your name baby?" He questioned you again, his voice had the sexiest accent known to man - Southern. You let him know your name and after he just said it was pretty as he whistled.

"I'm Joel, that's my little brother Tommy over there." He took a look at his blood, seeing his brother drink and talk up some city girl. "I see..." You hummed out to the man. "Was you checkin' me out darlin'? Seemed so." Joel pointed out to you. Guilty as charged. "Once again, maybe I was, maybe I wasn't." You shrugged your shoulders, you enjoyed leaving a man wondering more, therefore he'd ask you more. "You were. I'm doin' the same thing now. I think you're gorgeous." Joel went on. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." He chuckled, man spreading underneath the table. You knew what this man was doin' and it was workin'.

Your eyes were attracted to the broken watch on his wrist. It was dirty and old.

"Your watch is broken." "Trust me, I know." Joel bellowed, straightening his posture. "Let me buy you a drink." "No thank you, I am spent." Your eyes took a glance at your empty glass. "I see... My kinda girl, straight alcohol." He chuckled again. "You are a pretty little thing though, truly." "Thank you, again." He was cute himself. Very handsome. He like the roughened up look he has to himself. It's very attractive. He looks like he'd just totally man handle you.

"You got a boyfriend or something?" "No, I just got out of a relationship last week." "Well I'll be damned, how long was the relationship?" "Two years." You huffed out, eating another fry but not because you were hungry but rather because this was a touchy subject for you; Joel noticed that quite fast. "Hmm, guess you aren't lookin' then." "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." You were so mysterious to him. He found it insanely attractive.

You were playing hard to get.

"That a fact? Well, I bet I can make you change your mind real quick." Joel adjusted the way he was sitting, licking his lips as his eyes didn't miss a single spot of your body as he gazed at you. You were surprised by his words. "Oh really now?" "Really." Joel confirmed. "You're such a beautiful woman." "Thanks." You giggled.

"Cute laugh... Let me get you out of here..." "Hmm, I don't think so. I'd rather you fuck me here, in the bathroom. Don't know if I trust you enough to go home with you, you random man." You were being sarcastic but at the same time, truthful. You're dense sometimes but not in these moments. You're a smart girl. You didn't even know if he fully had sex in mind. You surely did.

"Well c'mon then, let me do some dirty things to you in that bathroom over there." Joel pointed to the bathroom behind you, rubbing his wet lips together. Was this man serious? He was. It has been a while. You are very willing to do this too.

You waited a moment before speaking again.

"What about your brother over there?" "He has ladies to occupy him... It'll be no more than five minutes anyways." Joel chuckled, he seems so convincing. "Persuasive." You cackled, looking around the bar again. He was right, his brother was still talkin' up some women.

Why the hell not?

You stood up, taking Joel's calloused hand in yours, leading him to the bathroom. You two walked through the mens bathroom door, not giving a single shit. As you did though, everyone's eyes were on you, clearly knowing what the two of you were up to. The bartender didn't care, he's probably seen this numerous of times. You were never the one to necessarily take the lead during sex, it was rare but with this man, how could you not? No one else was in the bathroom, luckily.

You pushed Joel up against the wall, a cheeky grin forming on his sly face. His hands went to your waist, holding you close. You felt the two of you weren't close enough with all of the layers he has on. "Let's get some of these out of here." You bit your lip, removing his coat, then his jacket. A titter came from him, enjoying how eager and ready you seem to be. Joel can already tell you'll be great at this.

His coat and jacket were tossed to the side, your hands going to his brawny shoulders, holding onto them. You leaned up onto your tippy toes, pressing your life's to his, his scruff scratching against your smooth felt face. His lips felt like cake against yours, the softness of them smothering you. His arms swathed around your hips, pulling your front entirely against his, his fingers digging into your skin roughly, making you yearn for him even more.

To Joel, you were very tempting. He couldn't read you when he came into the bar, that said a lot for him. Your free spirit is so sexy to him, he wants to be a part of that. He's used to having women throw themselves at him but you, you were different. He also finds you to be just beautiful. Your aura is divine to him. He was entranced by you, truly. He knows little about you, yet he can tell that's there so much more to you as a person.

"Tell me, what exactly is it you want?" Joel gruffly grumbled, beginning to kiss down your jawline and neck as he waited for your response. Gosh, you wanted everything. All of it. "What do you mean?" "What do ya want me to do to you honey?" He murmured, his lips marking every single speck of your neck. "Mmm, what do you want to do to me?" Joel thought momentarily before letting out a dark snicker. "I wanna taste you, make you cum around my mouth." His words were so arousing.

"Then you may do just that to me." You giggled, your fingers roaming through this messy yet soft hair.

The man wasted absolutely no time, lifting you up as if you were a feather. He placed you down on the counter, you didn't really know whether it was clean or not but you aren't some neat freak - Just a freak. You let out a soft sigh as his thick fingers when to the button of your pants, undoing them with haste, he was in such a rush to taste you, to smell you, make you his. You were soaked, moreso than the Niagara Falls. More than you've been in awhile. Gosh, you need this.

You lifted yourself up, giving Joel an easier time with pulling your pants past your ankles, then completely off. You were left in only panties now, your soaked spot glaring due to the light on you. "Mmm, I bet you taste damn good." Joel rumbled, his fingers encasing themselves around the top of your underwear, also pulling them down briskly, revealing your somewhat hairy pussy to him. He didn't mind at all. It was cute if anything.

"Sorry, I haven't shaven in some time." "Ain't a problem for me." Joel chuckled, making you feel a lot more comfortable around him. You never struggled with issues during hookups, you rarely partook in them though, you tend to prefer romantic and meaningful sex but the occasional one night stand is just as good. And whose to say Joel will only be a one night stand?

Joel bent down to the level of your core, face to face with it. You spread your legs slightly more, your wetness dripping onto the counter which you two will definitely have to clean up after. His hands found their spot on your thighs, they were so smooth, just like your face was. He kept his hands there as his head traversed to your cunt, licking his lips and showing he was ready to eat you, devour you.

You moaned softly and tossed your head back as his tounge committed to the first lick, from the bottom and all the way to the top, it felt magnificent. His hands caressed your legs as he began to eat you, not caring about another thing in the world. You didn't care if you ended up moaning loudly and an excessive amount, you couldn't care less, you just wanna feel good and Joel is giving it to you on a silver platter.

His tounge swiped and swirled along your cunt, picking up your wetness and eating you out like a man who's been starving all of his life. All you were good for was sittin' there and lookin' pretty for him, making sure you tasted extra special, just for Joel. Your hands didn't stay in one place - His hair, arms, the counter, your upper thighs, you couldn't pick. But you could tell that anytime you'd play with his somewhat curly hair, he'd growl, indicating he was totally into it and you most definitely were too.

His lips sucked on your clit, his tongue doing hard swishes across it, making your entire body jolt at each slick movement. "You taste great baby." He growled to you, his dirty fingernails still digging into your pressed thighs. He was a hard working man, he was surely workin' hard on you. "Mmm, it feels so good." You whined out, not being able to stay still. You could hear the sound of him slurping you up. He was a mad man, going absolutely ape style on you as he ravished you.

"You're gonna cum on my face, aren't you?" His dirty talk was something you weren't often used to, but it woke something up in you. Your ex would never talk during sex. The most you'd get was him saying you're beautiful or asking if it felt good. That was it though. It was nothing like Joel was saying and the things he said were so sexy. It was different in the best way possible. "You want me to?" "All over baby." Joe panted, his tongue feeling as if it's delving into your entrance, it was such a pleasuring feeling.

His tongue worked absolute magic on you, you felt your stomach do that almost too familiar twist, you knew you were going to cum within seconds.

"C'mon sweetheart." Joel mumbled, his entire mouth covering your pussy at this point.

With a few more sucks and licks, you felt your orgasm passed through you like a damn bullet train.

You attempted to move your body away, already over stimmed by his movements but the man held you in place, continuing to suckle on your entire cunt. "Oh Jesus Christ Joel." You moaned quietly, your breath halting. "Good girl." Joel mumbled, pulling away shortly after he could tell you were over it. "You tasted... Amazing..." He praised you kindly, stepping closer to you and using both hands to cup your face. You puckered your lips for him, relief washing over you as he smooched you back.

You pulled him closer, holding onto his shoulders, relishing in the way the two of you made out.

"I wanna feel that pretty little mouth of yours around me." Joel admitted, you wouldn't mind either. "Yeah?" You hummed out to him, your hands on his cool face. "Get on your knees." Joel stated in a sexy voice, stepping away from you. You watched as your hands fell back to your side, falling from his face. He began to twiddle with his belt, rushing to take it off. He dropped his pants, then his underwear, his hardened cock being revealed just before you. He was big, oh so big. "Wow." You chuckled, hopping yourself up off of the counter. Joel simply laughed at you, your reaction was priceless.

You listened to him though, getting on your knees. Joel made sure it was a more cleaner spot on the floor. It did look quite pristine but you'd rather be safe than sorry. "Don't be a head pusher." You teased, beginning to pump his rock hard length in your hand. "Oh... You don't like a little force?" Joel chuckled, petting your head. You could feel his fingers dazzling thin strands of your hair, he liked it. "Maybe just a little." You winked playfully, pumping him only a couple more times before you began to use your wet tongue on him.

Licking the base, you went all the way down, his pubes going against your face, you pulled away. Soon his entire cock was coated in your salvia, you were takin' your sweet time on him. On his tip, you'd quickly surge your tongue on it, causing Joel to wince in pleasure and desperation. "Damn baby," Joel grunted, both of his hands on your head now, "I know you like a little push." He went on. You did. He was not in the wrong.

Right when you wrapped both of your lips around him, he pushed your head down, causing his entire dick to disappear into your mouth and somewhat down your throat. An immediate reaction of you gagging occured, but you continued, wanting to feel that warm stream of his cum seep deep down your pink throat. "You're..." He groaned out, seething as he felt your throat on his tip. "You're way too damn good at this darlin'." Joel enjoyed how experienced you seem to be. It was honestly so fucking hot to him.

You continued to suck him off. Every inch of his lengthy cock was in your mouth. Each time you'd move your head forward, he'd hold your head in place for a moment or two, just loving how you felt in thst exact spot. Joel was holding onto your hair but not in a hurtful manner; Only in a way that he could use a bit of force to help you move faster, which you didn't give a fuck, as long as he was feelin' good due to you. "Mmm, you take it so well sweetheart, look at you, my entire dick in your mouth. Best girl ever." Joel complimented you, only giving you more motivation to help him hit his peak sooner.

The lewd sounds of your tounge and mouth were loud and Joel couldn't get enough, all he could manage to do was stare down at you as you blew him off. He hasn't had a blowjob this intense in ages, you're truly a wonder to him. "Fuck." He moaned, his head tilting back. Your hands rested on his bare thighs, feeling his hairy legs, all men have them. "I think I'm gonna cum." Joel tugged on your hair harder now, wanting to finish ASAP.

It's as if he could already tell you'd swallow for him.

With just a few more pumps against your head, you felt him suddenly release your mouth. It was as if it was never ending - His cum. You swallowed every last drop though, all while keeping contact with him, which is probably why he came even more. You knew how to make a man lose himself, and you just performed that on Joel, he clearly loved it immensely.

"Fuck sakes." Joel pulled you up from the ground, pushing you against the wall as he began to kiss your face all over, then just focused on your lips. You giggled, kissing him right back. As the two of you continued your make out sesh, you felt his hands find their way beneath your shirt, both hands cupping your braless tits. "No bra, hmm? Dirty girl." "Maybe I knew somethin' like this would happen tonight." You tittered. His hands were warm on your breast, like a fresh cup of warm coffee in your everyday mug, they were warm.

He squeezed them, earning a squeal out of you. "Mmm, I wanna fuck you." Joel growled, kissing your neck again. "Let's do it baby." He added on, now removing your shirt. You held your arms up for him to do so, your boobs bouncing out as he did so. His lips went to them, his entire mouth engulfing your nipple. You felt his tongue sharply flick the nipple, making it harden up more. He did this to your other breast as well, now both of your nipples were hard due to his work. "So sexy." Joel held both boobs in his hands as he kissed you once again.

This was truly crazy to you. Since when did one night stands become so passionate? You seriously wanted this, you wanted him. You knew most likely you couldn't have him. But you wanted him more than you did a couple minutes ago. He was just so fine and manly, you found that attractive in men and even more so with him considering he flaunts it. He knew what he wanted, and he got you.

Soon enough, Joel had you bent over the counter. Your arms were resting on it and a cracked mirror was directly in front of you. You never had mirror sex before, this ought to be good.

"You're so beautiful." Joel looked at your entire body as he stood behind you, his eyes then made contact with yours through the mirror. He took his member in his hands, lining it up with your core and rubbing it through your slits, making you shiver. It felt so good. He was so great at this. The air in the bathroom was warm, by the time the two of you were done, you'd both be sweating intensely.

"Tell me to stop if needed." Consent is sexy.

Joel then slowly but surely pushed himself into you, each inch making you close your eyes tighter. Once he was all the way in, he stopped himself, his hands gripping your waist hard, making sure you were being supported. Your arms stayed on the counter, bent and keeping you stable just as he was. You already figure he'll be rough with you, he'll make sure you feel pleased.

Each time he thrusted into you, the sound of your ass clapping against his manhood was loud, your moans adding to that. Everyone in the bar could hear and yet, you paid no mind. Joel kept his eyes on you the entire time. They were either on your face, back or your ass, but always on you. Your eyes were darting all over the room. You felt nervous making eye contact with him through the mirror, either way, you could hardly keep your eyes open anyways.

"You're so tight." Joel grunted, his hands stroking your midriff. "I am?" You panted, you've never been told that. Your ex was always the silent type. "Very, so tight." Joel held you even more firmly now. You loved the way he talks to you during this. You want a man like him. Or just him. Joel would go from fast, short thrusts into slow, deep thrusts, both felt amazing and made your stomach turn like a brew. "Joel, it feels so good." "I know baby, I know." "God damnit." You whimpered, looking up at the mirror.

Joel looked right back at you, his mouth open and his hair a mess as he fucked you with brisk speed, making sure you'd remember this fucking for the rest of your life. You can already feel your legs wanting to give out from how hard he was going, your stomach slamming into the edge of the counter with every single pump. "You feel how deep I am in you?" Joel grunted. "You're so wet." He commented. "You aren't used to be talked to during sex, are you?"

He could tell.

"No." You admitted, whining as he thrusted unrelentingly.

"I could treat you better than that shit ex of yours could, I promise you that baby." Joel whispered, his hand now on your shoulder, the other at his side. He used his strength to pull your ass back onto him, your wetness making it easy to slip and slide on his dick. "I'm gonna cum." "Hold it just a bit longer hun." Joel cooed to you. His voice was so soft and sounded so loving. He could also be so stern and demanding. The switch up was part of what made you like him so much.

Inside of you, you could feel Joel's member pulse. Pulsating in utter pleasure. And you, you could feel it all. Your stomach was ready to burst, your orgasm creepin' up on you. Joel could obviously tell you were close, he slowed his movements down and made sure to savour this intimate moment the two of you were sharing.

You felt his hand swing underneath you, going to your clit as he began to rub it, all while thrusting into you moderately. "Fuck." You hid your head in your arm, your soft little moans making him harder inside of you. "Cum for me, pretty thing." Joel whispered, slapping your clit with his fingers and that completely caused you to lose it.

You let out a few sharp yet stuttered moans as you clenched around Joel, your climax unraveling inside of you. Joel made sure he quickly pulled out of you, knowing he was going to cum as well.

You felt his cum squirt onto your ass, trailing down your leg til it eventually dropped off onto the cold tiled floor.

"Jesus H Christ." Joel snickered, patting your ass a few times. "Yeah." You giggled too, attempting to stand up straight. "I fucked you that good?" He teased, helping you straighten yourself. You looked at him, your eyes soft yet spent. "Drive me home, I trust you." You chuckled, placing your hands on his sweaty shoulders. "Let's get dressed and clean up first, okay darlin'?" "Sure thing." You replied, he was right.

The two of you got dressed, making sure you didn't look too crazy. Your hair was messy, his too, but that was about it. You plan to sleep once you're home anyways. "Grab a couple paper towels baby, wipe down the counters, ill be in my truck." "Is your brother going to come with us?" You felt as though it'd be extremely weird if he did. "Don't worry bout that hun, he has his own car." Joel assured you, then walked out of the bars restroom.

You stood there, looking at the mess you guy's made.

"Geez." You chortled before beginning to wipe it all down respectfully.

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Hello ladies and gents FuriousBookLover here and today I bring you a one shot that was requested so I hope you all enjoy and have a great day and night

Requested by: @wordsandsstuff

Pairing: Jacob X Reader

Warnings: a little angst, insecurities and fluffy ending

Summary: Jacob goes to a party after being hounded by his pack and he ends up imprinting on the reader, who he thinks will reject him because she was dancing with other guys, that was until she made the first move.

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It's been months since Bella had been turned into a vampire, years since she'd rejected Jacob and even longer since Jacob has had a crush on her. Yet he still wasn't over her, he wouldn't let himself give up on her even if it caused him to lose his pack.

"Jake," it was Embry's voice that broke him out of his train of thought and moping.

"Huh? oh, yeah, yeah sure," he replied with a shrug.

Seth sighed, shaking his head a little before raising an eyebrow. "You weren't even listening were you?" he questioned.

With a sigh of his own Jacob rubbed a hand down his face. "No..I'm sorry man I guess I was just out of it," he breathed out, honesty not meaning to tune his friend out but still ended up doing just that

"Sam is having a party at the beach tonight, figured you might wanna go, have a couple drinks, maybe even have a little fun," he repeats with a raised eyebrow.

Jacob knew what his friends were doing, they wanted to help him move on, get over Bella and possibly meet his imprint, even if meeting his imprint was a 50-50 chance.

Jacob let out an exasperated breath. "I know what you guys are trying to do and I appreciated it but I don't think-"

Embry rose a hand. "I'm not asking you to go because of that, I'm asking because I'm your friend and I want you to have a social life," he states, effectively shutting Jacob up. "So just come to the party and enjoy yourself," he finishes as he got up from the bed. "But you also don't have to that's all up to you," he shrugged before leaving the room to let Jacob think about it.

At that moment Jacob realized that Embry was right, ever since the events with Bella he hadn't had a chance to have any fun, let alone wanting to actively go out and socialize.

He let out a sigh, pulling his fingers through his hair and shaking his head. "I guess I'm going then," he muttered under his breath.

Time skip- That Night

Jacob didn't realize how unsocial he had been until he had arrived at the beach. The hand full of people that did show up made him anxious, add that to the fact that the faces surrounding the bonfire and dancing around being faces he didn't even recognize and that definitely did not make a good combination.

"Jake, you made it, hey pal!," Quill's voice spoke up over the music as he walked over along with Embry, beer in both their hands. "Glad you could make it," he finishes as he patted his back. "Want a drink?" he goes on the question.

Jacob shakes his head. "Nah, I'm alright for now guys," he mumbles out, his face a stoic mask. "Maybe it wasn't a good idea for me to come here," he states, eyebrows furrowing.

"Oh, c'mon, don't say that, just let loss a little Jake, you deserve it man," it was Embry's turn to speak up this time as he wrapped his arm around Jacobs shoulder.

"Guys, c'mon leave him alone, just be happy he actually showed up," this time it was a females voice that spoke out, a voice that Jacob knew well.

Turning around and out of Embry's hold, Jacob looks at the woman that was standing behind them. "Y\N, h-hey long time no see."

Which it had been, ever since the Bella situation, Y\N had been the one helping him through it, more than the others, but then he started ghosting her after she had confessed her feelings for him during a heated argument.

Y\N smiled at him slightly. "Yeah, long time no see," she shrugged. "Glad you could make it," she adds in a friendly tone.

That took Jacob off guard, he wasn't expecting her to have anything friendly to say to him after he had been so rude to her and ignored her these past few months.

That cause him to really look at her for the first time since he shifted. While looking straight into her eyes a future, their future, flashed in front of his eyes, surprising not only him but his two friends that were still standing by his side.

"Welp, I think I'm going to go dance, you guys have fun," Y\N speaking up brought Jacob back to reality.

He wanted to say something, anything to make her stay, but nothing came out, his mouth kept opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Once she had left Embry nudged Jacob. "Dude what was that about?"

Now it was dread feeling Jacob, sorrow to. "She's-she's my imprint, and I completely fucked up," he breathed out, all the while never moving his gaze from Y\N.

Embry and Quill both tensed at that. "What did you do?" Quill gritted out. Great now they were mad at him too, rightfully so though because Y\N was friends with the pack too.

Jacob sighed, shaking his head for what felt like the thousandth time today. "I rejected her. She told me her feelings and I rejected her," he states simply.

The next thing he knew there was a pain in the back of his head.

He wiped around to glare at Quill "Hey! What the fuck?!" he cursed, rubbing the back of his head.

"That's for being an idiot," Quill states making Jacobs shoulders droop.

"Ok, fine, I deserved that," he mumbled before looking back to Y\N who was now dancing with a random guy. "Now will you help me?" he grumbled out the question.

Embry shrugged, crossing his arms. "That depends on how much you're willing to grovel."

Jacob didn't really know how to answer that, at least not until he watch Y\N move on to dancing with another guy and realized how much worse he had started to feel after he had started to ignore Y/N. "At this point I think I'll do anything."

"Alright then we'll help you, but you owe us," Embry replied. "I just so happen to have a plan anyway, so here's what your going to do, you have to talk to her dude, apologize. You fucked up, and you know that now but you probably hurt her really bad, you have to prove to her that you changed and you actually want her, and I don't mean that half assed shit either."

"That might work," Jacob mumbled out. He still wasn't even sure how he'd apologize to begin with though.

Time Skip- Hours later

The plan didn't work, with every turn Y\N ignored him and just continued to dance with guy after guy.

That realization broke Jacob more than he was willing to admit but he figured he deserved it. He'd rejected you, ignored you like you were no one and he really expected you not to do the same? that was a joke, he wasn't even sure it he even deserved you to begin with, he'd never seen you as free as you seemed to be tonight, so maybe it was him that was the problem, it was him who held you back.

He sighed, looking at his pack that had migrated over to talk with him. "I'm gonna go," he muttered, causing all of them to look at him.

Most of them shrugged and went back to talking but as he walked away, footsteps were heard behind him.

"Jake, hey wait, what about-"

"Forget it Embry, she deserves better than me anyway, she looks happier without me," he interrupts.

"You know that isn't true."

"Just forget it, go have fun," he repeated before walking away and waving a hand behind him as a goodbye.

He wasn't sure where he was going just that he had to leave, had to get away before he did anything stupid or anything he'd regret.

However before he could get to far from the beach he heard the voice he wasn't expecting to shouting after him. "Jake! Hey, hold on," it was Y/N.

He didn't know why he did it but he kept walking, the hurt he was feeling clouding the fact she had followed him, that she was here and not dancing with other guys.

"Jake, c'mon, hold on, please," Y/N pleaded all the while she was still following him down the beach.

They kept going until they ended up at his dirt bike. Then and only then did Jake finally stop.

"Jake what is going on with you?" the question made Jakes blood boil, but it wasn't Y/N fault, he knew it wasn't but he was hurt and he was angry and he just didn't have the energy to keep his mouth shut.

"You!," he snapped. "You're what's going on with me, you've ignored me all night, even when I tried to talk with you, and you dance with other guys right in front of me, how did you expect me to react?" he questioned.

Y/N was surprised at his outburst, but what surprised her more was the fact that he sounded jealous, and hurt, but mostly angry. She huffed, rolling her eyes a little. "It was a party Jake, what was I supposed to do? I was having fun," she states, crossing her arms.

"You're my imprint," was his retort.

"Oh now you accept me as your imprint, last time I checked you said I didn't mean anything to you and you chose Bella," now she was angry, how could he snap at her when he was the one that started it? "and the last time I check YOU were the one to start ignoring me first," she states while poking his chest. "What? did Bella start ignoring you so now you have to go for second choice?" she questioned him, eyes blazing with annoyance, but there was hurt there to. "Because I'm not going to be anyone's second choice Jake" she finishes.

Jake was shocked, he wasn't sure what to say. He really didn't mean to make it seem that way, but then again she did have a point, he had chosen Bella. "I-I didn't mean-'

"Well, you did," she snapped, cutting him off immediately. "You did..and I've tried to move past it but it hurt, it still hurts and you want to be mad at me for wanting to have fun?," she questioned, not even trying to hide the hurt from her face, she didn't have the strength for it anymore.

"I'm sorry," he breathed out finally.

Shaking her head, she hugged herself. "That doesn't mean anything to me anymore, and sorry isn't going to fix this," she states softly.

Jacob let out a breath, he didn't like that there seemed to be no hope, looking at her now, all he wanted to do was makeup with her, start over and make everything better.

His gaze went from her face to the ground, a frown forming on his face, he wasn't sure what to do or what to say but he knew that he had to do something.

"Please" it was a soft plead, but she heard it none the less. "I want to make this better, I want to make it up to you, I want us to make up, please..just let me try."

Y/N let out a breath, a frown coming to her face as she crossed her arms, shaking her head, even if Jacobs gaze was still on the ground. "Jake..how do you expect me to move past this? you chose her, you left me and chose her and now what? just because of some imprint wolf thing you want me? I don't want that to be the case."

Jacobs gaze snapped up to look at her. "That's not it..I-I mean sure it part of it, I'm not going to lie, but that's not all, please you have to believe me, I've been miserable without you," he pleads.

Y/N didn't know what to think, she wasn't even sure if he was telling the truth, but she wanted to believe him, she wanted to get past this and makeup with him.

She wasn't sure why but something in his tone convinced her that he was telling the truth. She let out a breath, shaking her head a little. "Fine..fine, you get one more chance but if you blow it don't come crying to me because it'll be that last time I ever speak to you again besides when I'm around the pack."

Relief filled Jacob, boiling over until he walked to her and wrapped his arms around her, placing his head into her neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he breathed into her neck.

Rolling her eyes slightly Y/N sighed, wrapping her arms around him and hugged him back. "Don't thank me yet, you haven't made up for everything you've done."

Jacob chuckled, letting her go and moving back with a slight smile. "Yeah I know, but I will even if it takes me an eternity to do it."

Y/N shook her head with a slight giggle. "You're ridiculous," she breathed before nodding back towards the party. "let's go back to the party yeah?"

Jacob just shook his head. "I'd much rather take a walk down the beach with you," he admits, holding out his hand. "What do you say to a little catching up?"

A smile came to her face as she took his hand and nodded. "Yeah sure that sounds great.

With that, they started their walk and talked with one another until it was to dark to see and even after that, they went to his house to continue talking for the rest of the night.

 :¨·.·¨: .   .    .     .    .     .     .      .   .

  `·. ꪻ𝒽𝒶ᥰƙ᥉ f᥆ɾ ꪚ𝒾᥉𝒾𝐭𝒾ℊ⁾⁾ 🍭 ┈┈

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[cheeeeseburger]

Dream girl part 9

Sidney Crosby x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is it guys, the final part! Thank you so much for all your support. I had no intentions of ever turning the daydreams I had of Sidney Crosby into actual words, let alone a serie, but this is all thanks to you. I hope you enjoy the last part as much as I did while writing it!

Sidney was on fucking fire. This goal was his third point of the night, and this was an important game. The Penguins’ spot in the playoffs was now secured. The crowd in Pittsburgh was roaring and jumping out off the seats and the second period wasn’t even over yet. It just felt fucking good to be alive. The goal was nice, but it wasn’t the only reason Sid was celebrating.

No, there was someone special in the crowd chanting out his name, and that changed everything. Of course, it was you. Not only were you screaming out his name just like you would again later tonight in his bed, but you were wearing his last name on your back. That, ladies and gents, was a damn good motivator for him.

As soon as he spotted you in the crowds during warmups, he knew that he would get first star of the game. You played the part of the WAG so well, blowing him kisses every time he was near and cheering him on. He nearly tripped because you smiled at him. It was like being back in high school, knowing his crush was there. He had to impress her, so she’d go to the prom with him. Sidney didn’t want to ask you to be his date, though. He wanted to ask you to spend the rest of your live with him.

You and him were at a weird stage that you hadn’t put a name on yet. It was practically a relationship, with him fucking you multiple times a day and it being clear that you both had feelings for the other. The fact that you lived with him also didn’t help with the confusion. Neither of you approched the subject, so it stayed that way. Still, you two shared a good thing and Sidney was okay with it. For now.

After scoring his goal, Sidney pointed to you in the crowds. The camera captured the hearts in your eyes and the entire arena got to see it. There was a wave of “ohhhs” and “awws” as he winked and you blushed, but also the sound of someone cursing out your name. It must have been your ex. Screw him. Honestly, Sid had never felt as good as he felt tonight. The girl of his dreams was wearing his jersey, and he was so fucking proud. The fact that your ex would see it during the entire game? Yeah, that was not mature, but he had to admit it added to the thrill.

“Hey, Crosby, heard you couldn’t get a girl so you had to steal your teammate’s. That’s what captains are for, right?”

Sidney whipped his head to see who had made that comment. It was some wannabe big shot from the opposite team. Asshole. Sidney didn’t bother with a reply.

Yeah, he knew he was the talk of the town, or rather the hockey community. The news that Sidney Crosby was dating someone nearly half his age that had just recently broken up with a defenseman on the Penguins spread like wildfire. Admittedly, it was pretty scandalous, and way out of character for Crosby. The meeting he had with the organization was pretty awkward, though. He confessed that he fallen in love with you after meeting you through the rookie, but he also made sure that everyone knew you had never cheated on your boyfriend, and that you left him because he was cheating. Everyone had seen the young defenseman with multiple girls on multiple occasions and Sid’s love seemed so sincere that they believed him. How could they not, when he talked about you with such admiration, like he was blessed to have you in his life?

The first week in the locker room was tense, but it went mostly well after that. (Except maybe that time when he took off his shirt and he didn’t understand why the rookie yelled “fucking hell” and the room got quiet until he noticed there were scratches all over his back and a nice little hickey on his chest. Sid was juts glad they hadn’t seen the love marks on you.)

“She’s real pretty, I’ll give you that. And so young. Can you keep her satisfied? I know that it doesn’t get easier with age, does it?” This dude was not giving up. Sidney had been in the league for many years. Could he not come up with something better than that?

“Shut the hell up, asshole. She has no complaints. Ask your wife, she’ll give you the same answer.” A few players close by chuckled. The ref blew his whistle and 87 took control of the puck.

Sidney had to admit that this last comment stung a little, even though he knew for a fact that you were more than satisfied. He had changed his pregame routine just to make sure to dedicate an hour or two for your needs. Twice that morning he fucked you senseless, so he had not lost all his skills just yet.

He was older by many, many years, but that was not an issue. Quite the opposite, actually. After being with incompetent and immature boys, a real man to reign you in was all you needed. Sidney wasn’t lying when he said he could be a daddy. It felt good to walk around with a pretty girl like you, to show you off as his. You liked showing him off too, so that was a win-win. Still, there wasn’t a title to your relationship yet and it was starting to bug him. Had you changed your mind? Did you not want him anymore? Sidney chased the thought away for now.

The second period finished with the Penguins still in the lead. Sidney looked at you and smiled when he saw you wave before heading in the locker room.

Things felt surreal. How lucky was he? A few months ago, he longed for more and was tired of never being accompanied to team events. Then, at one of those team events, he met you and immediately knew you were the one for him. His purpose on Earth was to find you, his other half. But you did not belong to him. He had to suffer through months of seeing his dream girl with another man, being the perfect girlfriend for him while he sat there in the shadows, heart heavy with misery and envy. Somehow, his prayers got answered and you realized that he was your dream man, that no one would ever love you like he loved you. Sidney would forever be grateful that he would never have to go the Penguins’ charity alone ever again. His love would always be by his side.

But his love was not his girlfriend yet.

Soon enough, the last period started. It was always fun to be nearing the end of a game with a comfortable lead. But being the star player that he was, Sidney was not done giving out his 100 percents. And that included fighting.

The asshole from the other team made his way over and Sid mentally rolled his eyes at the poor attempt at chirping that would soon come his way.

“Have you considered that she left the other dude because his entry level contract was not high enough, so she moved on to your 8.7? Tell her to not settle though, I make way more. Give her my number, will you?” He looked too smug saying it. By the way he was playing this season, he would not be getting an extension next year anyway. That boy needed to be humbled.

“Hey, just a thought. Maybe you should focus on the game instead of my girlfriend. You’re still losing by two goals.” Oh, how he liked calling you his girlfriend. It had a nice ring to it. Fiancée or wife would sound even better. Sidney focused on the game, but the other guy was not done.

“I bet if I went over and asked her to suck my dick, she’d do it. I know she’s into hockey players, and I heard she’s a gold digger and a whore.” Immediately, Sid’s gloves were off. His opponent didn’t have time to regret his comment before Sidney was on him.

He threw a first punch then grabbed him by the jersey. The other guy tried landing a few punches, but Sid’s fury was lethal. No one insults his girl like that, especially with disgusting lies. He knew that somewhere in the crowd, you were up on your feet, not having a clue that he was fighting for your honour. Sid’s rage was only amplified after that thought.  A few well-placed punches later and the guy was laying on the ice, with Sidney standing on business and on him.

“Don’t ever mention her again if you can’t back your claims. You’re a fucking joke.” He added another punch for good measure. His opponent had to be escorted to the locker room. A fucking joke indeed.

Sid did get five minutes for that. He was lucky he didn’t get expelled. At least, he could now proudly add a Gordie Howe hat trick to his list of achievements. Anyway, it was worth it. When he made his way to the penalty box, he made sure to look at you, just to warn off the other players, should they get the urge to tarnish his dream girl’s reputation. Sidney was too far to see you, but he knew you were probably squirming in your seat, smiling and being so damn proud of him. He hoped you would never find out why he was fighting.

The Penguins won, and the entire arena erupted in cheers, but Sidney was only focused on you. You were jumping out of your seats, celebrating with perfect strangers, pointing to the last name on your jersey. Sidney’s legs felt weak all of the sudden. He had everything he wanted and more.

Nearly everything. Except a title.

“Hi, Sidney. You played really well today. Congrats on the win.” You were waiting for him outside of the locker room area, resting on a wall. Sid found it adorable that you were avoiding his gaze, all shy and blushing. Clearly, his little fight did wonders for you.

“Hey, my love. I’m glad you enjoyed the game.” He smiled warmly at you.

“Of course. I still feel the adrenaline, and I wasn’t even the one playing!” You were twirling your hair, a soft glow on your face. This looked like a scene straight out of a romcom. Sidney couldn’t help himself; he gave you a chaste kiss.

“Yeah? Want to burn it off at home?” He was waiting for you answer, but you were busy staring at something behind his shoulder. Sid turned and saw that your ex was sending him a death glare.

“Actually, Sid, I think I’m going to meet you there.” Your words cut the tension in half. It was like he took a cold shower. Trying to keep his cool, he took a deep breath before speaking again. “How will you get home?”

“I can give her a ride.” Fuck no. He didn’t want you to be driven home by your ex but was afraid it would come out as too possessive if he protested. “Alright, then. I’ll see you later.” Sidney swallowed his pride and walked away before you could see the hurt in his face. He thought he heard you call his name, but he didn't want to risk turning around and seeing you not looking at him.

The drive home felt like hell. He thought he had you, but here you were, slipping away again. Sidney tried sitting down but he felt restless, so he worked out, but that was no good either. In his head, a thousand scenarios were playing. What if you were to go back with him? He didn’t think he’d be able to take it.

It was now way past his bedtime, but he couldn’t sleep. You had woken up in his arms this morning in this very same bed, yet here he was, alone. The ceiling fan buzzed lightly in the background, drowning the sound of his heart shattering to pieces. He wanted to have hope, he really did, but as the minutes went by and still you were not home, Sidney kept losing it. Eventually, he fell asleep.

“Sidney? Sidney?” An angel was whispering his name and stroking his hair.

“What? What’s going on?” He tried sitting up but you caressed his cheek softly.

“Shhhhh, it’s just me.” It felt surreal to see you.

“It’s you, it’s really you. You came back.” Your eyes softened. He took a strand of your hair between two fingers, just to make sure you were really there.

“Of course I came back. Go back to sleep now, okay? I’m sorry for waking you up. I just wanted to let you know I’m back.” You kissed his forehead.

“I don’t want to sleep. I want to talk to you. I thought you would stay with him.” He finally sat up for good and you sat next to him, on the bed.

“Gosh, no, Sidney. Not anymore. He just dropped me off.”

“What, you were with him that whole time?” Now he was fully awake.

“Yes. I packed all of my remaining stuff from the condo.”

“And that’s all you did?” He tried to keep his tone neutral but obviously, his question was filled with innuendo. Although it hurt, his insecurity was valid. You did your best to reassure him.

“I promise you, Sid. We packed my stuff and we talked, that’s it. He apologized to me again and said he regretted everything that went down. I could tell he was being sincere.”

“I sure hope so, but that’s a little too late for that now. He should have been honest from the beginning.” The words were bitter.

“I know, Sidney. He also told me about the reason behind your fight.” That picked his curiosity.

“What about it?” You took both of his hands in yours and rubbed circles on them with your thumbs. At that moment, you could have gotten lost in his soft brown eyes, but you had to say those next words: “He told me what the fight was about, how you defended my honour and my reputation. He said he had never seen anyone look so furious before. He said that’s when he realized that you really love me, and that I deserve to be with someone who loves me that much.”

Sidney felt like you had finally gotten on the same rollercoaster that he was on, the same wavelenght. It was his chance to prove to you that he was your dream man.

“Of course I love you. I had never told you before because I didn’t want to scare you, but I have loved you since I first looked at you at that party, months ago. I hoped you could tell by my gestures because I couldn’t tell you, since you were with him. I have been lost ever since, and the words have nearly spilled out a thousand times. Everyday I wake up and I love you a little bit more than the day before but a little less than the next day. I’m glad he saw it, because I can’t hold it anymore. I have to say it outloud, and I want to repeat it everyday. I love you to death and more.” Sidney had never been so vulnerable before. He hoped his words were enough to make you understand the depths he would go for you. Your eyes filled with tears at his confession.

“That’s the thing, Sidney Crosby. I have realized that I love you, too. I don’t know why I was so blind before. No one makes me as happy as you. There is no one else I want to spend my days with. You are the light of my life. I will always look for you in a crowd, I will always cheer for you, and for every remaining day of my life, I will always, always, always love you.”

Sidney pulled you in for the tightest hug of your life. It felt like coming home. His arms were the safest place you could ever imagine, the most comfortable too. He was too stunned to speak. His prayers had finally been answered. Sidney loved you, and you loved him.

His dream girl was finally all his.

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Must I Go Bound?

Danny Wagner x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Synopsis: sworn off dating for life, your whole world changes one fateful evening when your best friend drags you out to a show.

Warnings: smut, adult themes, drinking, profanity

+18, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @ignite-my-fire

Chapter 1

“This is boring as fuck. Can we go?” You whine into your friend’s ear, the booming music around you making it incredibly difficult for her to hear your bratty outburst.

She scrunches her pretty little features up, pouting at you. “No way, I’m having so much fun!”

This was a usual occurrence for you. Your best friend, Emily, the sweetest being in all the land; ever the party animal and always dragging you along to attend obscure, underground shows with bands you’d never heard of and had no interest in getting to know. As you tried to gather your thoughts, the sound of a guitar screeching to life rattled through the air. Your hands found their way to your ears as you cupped them and gritted your teeth.

“Em, this is fucking shit! I’m going to get another drink.” You huffed, beginning to stomp away. As you turned, the frontman spoke into the mic.

“We have a real treat for you tonight, ladies and gents! Our extremely talented pal Danny is here for one night only to join us on stage. Everyone please give it up for Daniel Wagner!”

You turned your head, ready to scoff at whoever this shitty ass band deemed as “extremely talented”. The man walked on stage, fist bumping the front man and bringing him in for a quick hug.

Wow, he’s… hot

His body was tanned and lean, but with obvious muscle definition. His silvery vest showcased his biceps, and they rippled as he picked up a guitar and swung the strap over his shoulder. His pearly-white smile seemed to light up the entire room, and his face was perfectly framed by his cascading raven coils. A single tattoo could be seen, two thick black bands wrapped around the top of his arm with some sort of emblem studded right in the centre.

Maybe you could stick around for a bit after all…

You swiftly ordered yourself a drink, before re-joining Em.

“You wanna get a bit closer to the stage?”

She turns to face you, raising one eyebrow and crossing her arms. “What happened to ‘Em, this is fucking shit’?”

A blush crept up onto your cheeks, so you turned your face away and awkwardly sipped your drink. Em looked up to the stage and a shit-eating grin spread across her face.

“Oh, I think I see what’s happened. He’s cute, your type for sure.” She goads, chuckling under her breath.

“Would you fuck off!” You grumble, smacking her arm with your free hand. “Are you coming or not? And I don’t wanna hear shit from you or I’ll never come to one of these fuck ass gigs with you again.”

She smiles sweetly at you, then brings her hand up to her mouth in a ‘locking’ motion, then throws her hand over her shoulder, signifying that she’ll keep her mouth shut. She extends the same hand out to you and you take it in yours, walking towards the front of the stage. When you get there, the band is beginning their first song. You stare at Danny as his hands fly across the fretboard, playing every note with extreme precision. The way he immerses himself into the moment, throwing his head back, lips parted, is sending you into a frenzy. You feel like an animal in heat as you drink him in, utterly mesmerised by the display he’s putting on in front of you. You’re pulled back from reality when Em screeches beside you.

“Woooo, go on, Danny!”

You instinctively begin to snap your head towards her, ready to berate her for drawing attention. Instead, Danny’s reaction is quicker, as his line of sight seeks out where in the crowd the noise came from instantly. You see Em nod her head towards your direction in your peripheral, then you’re met with the most intense eye contact you’ve ever experienced. You gulp as his eyes bore into your soul, his smile sweeter than syrup. You manage a smile back, and in a fleeting moment of pure courage and adrenaline, you bring your hand up to your mouth and kiss it, then extend your palm upwards and purse your lips together to blow it in his direction. His eyebrows raise and his tongue licks lightly against his bottom lip as you really drive it home with a cheeky wink. They finish up the song and you turn to Em.

“Fuck, I need a drink.”

You snatch her hand and pull her back through the crowd towards the bar. When you get there, she grabs onto your shoulders excitedly, shaking you back and forth.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, what the fuck was that? I’ve not seen you that ballsy in a long time! Good for you, girl!”

“Drink. Now.” You huff.

“Two tequila shooters, please!” Em yells at the bartender.

Your shots are deposited in front of you, and you make light work of licking the salt from the back of your hand, throwing the tequila rapidly down your throat, and shoving the lime into your mouth. You suck on the sour fruit, then dispose of it within the shot glass. Taking a deep breath, you try to centre yourself after that completely brazen display back there. That was something you would have done without a second thought a few years back, but after many, many bad experiences with men, you’d reduced yourself to a born-again virgin and sworn off those in possession of a penis.

“I think I need another.” You groan, massaging your temples. You stick two fingers in the air, signalling to the bartender for another. As you go to pay, a hand darts across the card machine, stopping you from pressing your phone to the reader.

“I’ll get that, and make that two, please.”

You stare up in disbelief as Danny takes the two shots and places them in front of you both. He extends his hand out to you.

“May I?”

You nod, frozen to the spot. He reaches across and takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his face. Whilst maintaining eye-contact, he slowly licks a stripe onto the back of it, then picks up the salt shaker. You watch intently as the tiny, crystallised grains stick to the spot where his tongue just was. You close your eyes briefly and swallow, needing a moment of reprieve before you really start losing composure. When you open your eyes, he’s pushing your hand back to your mouth.

“Lick.”

Shit

You feel your heart thundering in your chest as you lift your hand up to your lips. You run your tongue across the salt, peering up through your lashes as you do. You’re pretty damn sure he could ask you to do just about anything and you’d comply, surrendering yourself completely. He hands you your shot and clinks his own against yours.

“Cheers.”

You knock your shots back in unison, then he brings his hand up to your mouth again. This time, he has a wedge of lime between his fingers. You part your lips, letting him push it into your mouth and suck the juice from the flesh. He pulls it from your lips and you take it from him, throwing it onto the bar behind you. With your inhibitions significantly lowered, you decide to play him at his own game. You move closer and capture his wrist in your hand, then wrap your lips around his pointer finger. You push it all the way into your mouth, then swallow around it, savouring the lingering citrus flavour from the lime. You release it with a pop, smirking up at him as his breath hitches and pupils dilate.

“Fuck.” He breathes, flustered for a moment.

Time seems to stand still, your lust-filled eyes wandering over each other. You’re practically toe to toe now, your chest heaving as his eyes scan your face.

“So Daniel, are you going to ask my name?” You press as you trail a finger down his torso.

Where the fuck did this confidence come from?

He smirks, then leans down and ghosts his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Tell me.”

You stifle a whimper, barely holding onto any last shred of composure you have.

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I’d very much like to see more of you. What’s your Instagram?”

“I don’t really use it, I’m old fashioned. Take my number, though.”

He whips his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you. You type your number in, adding a lime emoji to your contact name. He takes his phone back and seconds later you feel your phone buzz from your own pocket. He looks like he wants to say something to you, but is interrupted by someone shouting his name.

“Danny, you coming?”

He exhales through his nose.

“Just when things were getting interesting… I have to go, but text me. I’d like to pick up where we left off at some point.”

You nod, unable to form a cohesive sentence. He winks at you, then disappears into the crowd. You lean forward onto the bar, wondering how on earth you’d gone from wanting to leave this shit fest of a bar and go home, to deep-throating a stranger’s finger in public. You let your mind spiral for a bit, then feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You spin around and find Em stood there, her mouth agape.

“Y/N, what the FUCK. I thought you were both going to fuck right here in the middle of the bar! Atta girl!”

“Oh my god, don’t egg me on! That was so out of character!” You laugh.

“So out of character for you right now, but the Y/N I’ve always known had men falling like that at her feet almost every night. Welcome back.”

“Maybe it’s time for me to step back into my power.” You smirk.

~

Later that night you find yourself tossing and turning in bed, unable to shake the encounter from earlier. You’re still so unbelievably turned on, the evidence sitting slick between your legs. You sigh, wondering if some release would help you sleep. You slip your hand under your pyjama shorts, finding your clit and circling your fingers around the bud. Your breath quickens as your mind drifts to Danny’s lips against your ear, his tongue lapping across your hand, and his finger in your mouth. You quicken your pace, the thoughts of Danny tumbling you quickly towards your impending orgasm. You think about how his tongue would feel running through your folds, how badly you want to rake your hands through his curls, then it hits you like a freight train. Your legs shudder beneath you as his name escapes your lips in a high pitched whine.

But it’s not enough.

You scramble to find your phone on your nightstand.

12:49am

You: Are you awake?

Bzz bzz

12:50am

Danny: I am

12:50am

You: 117 Willow Avenue, now.

Bzz bzz

12:51am Danny: Omw

Fuck, were you really doing this? No turning back now…

You launch yourself from your bed, running into the bathroom to freshen up. You roll on some deodorant, swill your mouth with mouthwash and comb through your hair. Around 10 minutes pass and you hear a knock. Your heart pounds as you approach the door, your shaky hands unlocking the latch and twisting the handle. Danny stands there on your dimly lit porch, looking just as fucking edible as he did when you were in the bar. You lunge forward and attach your lips to his, devouring him with ferocity. He matches your demeanour, fighting for dominance as he licks into your mouth. His hands wrap around the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his hips. He carries you into your home and you guide him to your bedroom.

“Down.. the hall… thir- third door on the left.” You pant between kisses.

He practically breaks your bedroom door down rushing to get in. He throws you down onto your bed and crawls on top, planting sloppy kisses down your neck and onto your collarbones.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this since the bar.” He breathes, pulling your pyjama top over your head and exposing your bare chest. You sit up and claw at his jacket, throwing it to the floor. It’s a hazy blur as you both grasp at each other, removing articles of clothing one by one until you’re both half naked. He palms at your breasts, bending down to suck the sensitive skin into his mouth. Your back arches as you melt into his touch.

“Oh god Danny, please fuck me.”

“Patience, you’ll get what you want.” He smirks, his fingers ghosting over your centre. You buck up into his touch, unable to restrain from the pornographic sounds slipping from your lips.

“Fuck, let me hear you baby.”

He pulls down your panties in one swift motion and slides a finger through your wetness, circling your clit a few times before plunging inside you and massaging your sweet spot. Your hands grab at his face as you pull him into you, your mouth meeting his as he begins to pick up the pace. You whimper into his mouth and his eyes roll back, clearly enjoying how worked up he has you.

“You like that?”

You nod, not being able to speak as the waves of pleasure consume you. He removes his fingers from you and you begin to whine at the loss of contact, but within seconds he’s spread your legs and is back inside you, but this time his mouth is on you too. You throw your head back as he sucks your bud and fucks his fingers into you at the same time.

“Fuck, Danny. Don’t stop. I-”

He hums against you and that’s all it takes. You’re falling apart beneath him, legs shuddering, his name spilling from your mouth like a hymn. You’ve barely come down from the high when you hear the faint sound of him opening a condom packet, then he’s pushing into you. A guttural moan leaves your chest as he bottoms out. He throws your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you with calculated movements, hitting your spot each time.

“Harder, please.” You beg, peering up at him.

He pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, then wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you back, so that your back is arched as far as it will go. He re-enters and drives into you, the tip of his cock grazing your cervix. You squeeze around him, rapidly heading for your second orgasm.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He groans, his dick twitching inside of you. He wraps his hand around your hair and pulls back, using the leverage to slam you back into him even harder.

“I’m gunna fucking cum.” You gasp.

“Do it, cum for me.”

Your walls tremble around him as your orgasm hits you hard. Your arms give way, shaking beneath you as you enter a new realm of bliss. The lewd sounds of him fucking your release back into you fill the room, the air thick with sweat and sex.

“Ohhhh fuck.” He curses as his hips start to sputter. You rock back to meet him, squeezing tight as you do.

“I’m cumming, shit.” He moans, bucking into you for the last time and holding you there as he finishes. You fall forward onto your stomach as he pulls out.

“Bathroom is the next door down.”

He removes the condom and ties it in a knot, then pads away. You roll onto your back, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. When he re-enters the room, he lays down beside you and pulls you into his arms.

“Holy fucking shit.” You breathe.

“Holy fucking shit indeed… you’re something else, Y/N.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone.

You prop yourself up onto your elbows. “You don’t have to stay, you know. We’re strangers that just fucked, you have no obligation.”

“You’re not just saying that?” He asks, head tilted to the side.

“Promise.” You smile. “Plus, I have shit to do tomorrow.”

“Ok, well I’ll text you.” He smiles. You rise up and take his face in your hands, kissing him one last time.

“Yeah, do that.”

~

It’s been around two weeks since your encounter with Danny, although the yellowy bruises fading on your hips are a stark reminder of the sins you committed that night. You’ve been texting back and forth since then, and have met a few times for coffee. You’ve enjoyed finding out a bit more about each other, past the mind-blowing sex. From the conversations you’d had so far, you both seemed pretty compatible, but still you held back. Em, on the other hand, was all for it.

“What? He’s hot, no red flags so far, in a band. What have you got to lose, Y/N? She presses over coffee.

“My sanity. It never ends well, I know how this plays out.” You mutter, sipping gingerly from your cup.

“Yeah, there are a lot of dickheads out there, I know. But you can’t stay scared your whole life, babe. You’ll end up missing something great.”

“Watch me.” You laugh.

She sighs and fiddles with her phone for a bit, then hands it to you. There’s an ad for another show at a local bar tonight on the screen.

“Come with me, pleeeease. Have some fun again. Plus, you never know, you might find someone even better in bed than Danny.”

“Ha, I doubt it. But ok, I’ll come.”

Later that evening you’re both sharing a bottle of red whilst you get ready. You opt for a black t-shirt dress that stops at your mid-thigh, paired with fishnets and your trusty platform Dr Martens. Em wolf whistles as you step into her vicinity.

“Damn, girl.”

“I could say the same, you sexy bitch.”

Em is just so effortlessly pretty, with her pin straight dirty blond hair, gorgeously full lips, and freckles studded across her cheeks. She’s clad in a leather mini skirt, thigh high boots and a silver cami, but in all honesty she could wear a trash bag and still look like the most beautiful girl in the room.

“Ready to have some fun?” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully.

“Let’s fuck shit up.”

You walk into the venue, arms linked, and make your way across to the bar.

“Two tequila sodas with lime, please”

“Tequila, again?” She scoffs. “Maybe you’ll have another strangers fingers down your throat again tonight?”

“Can’t have fun without tequila.” You giggle.

The band playing tonight was actually pretty good. You began to sway side to side as the liquor entered your blood stream. The band launch into an upbeat song, so you grab onto Em’s hands, lifting them up above her head, shaking your hips into hers. She shrieks with laughter as you both grind up against each other. It’s so nice to spend a carefree evening with her, actually enjoying life for once instead of being so caught up in the mundane. After a lot of dancing, you peel away and walk towards the bar.

“I’m going to grab a drink, want one?”

“No, I’m good.”

You lean up against the bar, waiting to be served, when something piques your interest. Or someone, rather. The most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on is sitting on a stool a few people down from you. He’s looking towards the bar, so you take a deep breath and slip into the space next to him. You steal a few glances from your peripheral now that you’re closer. He’s wearing a black button down, which is ¾ of the way undone, revealing his tanned chest and multiple silver chains. His hair is chestnut brown, falling in perfectly undone waves on his shoulders. He has slight stubble on his upper lip and chin, and small silver hoops in his ears. You felt your mouth water at the sight of him, the power he held was positively magnetic and he hadn’t even opened his mouth yet.

You stand there for a while, waiting for the bartender to serve you, whilst trying to muster up the courage to speak to him. A few minutes pass and you’re close to abandoning the idea completely.

“Haven’t seen you in here before, you new in town?”

You snap you head to him, momentarily startled by him striking up a conversation with you.

“Uhh, no. I’ve lived here for a few years now. Just… don’t get out much.” You reply, offering him a shy smile.

“What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion, just wanted to start living my life a bit more.”

“So you thought you’d start out by going to a shitty bar?”

“Hey, you’re also at this shitty bar, are you not?” You retort, raising an eyebrow.

A devilish smirk spreads across his face at your rebuttal.

Hmm, he liked that

“So, what are you doing at this shitty bar, …?” You wave your hand, motioning for him to complete your sentence.

“Jake.” He smiles. “And to answer your question, I own this shitty bar.”

Your eyes widen and he chuckles.

“You own this bar?”

“Yeah, but please don’t be impressed. It’s a shitty bar.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not.” You wink.

“Are you here by yourself …?” He mirrors your gesture from earlier.

“Y/N, and no I’m not.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“No lucky guy. I’m here with my best friend, Em.”

“No lucky guy, hm? Does that make me the lucky guy?”

“Do you want to be?” You challenge.

“You’re a fucking spitfire, aren’t you.”

Suddenly, Em comes bounding at you.

“Heyyyyy, oh god I’m so drunk. Do you-” She stops, her eyes raking over Jake. “Well fucking damn. You’re just getting them all aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Em!” You swat at her side.

“Well… I was just heading home. You kids have fun.” She winks.

You grab her arm as she tries to walk off.

“Em, I am not letting you go home by yourself. Sit down. I’ll call us a cab.”

She pulls you to one side, hushing her voice so only you can hear. “No way, you’re going home with that fucking beautiful specimen tonight. Do not even try. I’ll be fine. You cannot pass this up, fucking look at him!”

Jake interjects, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I have my car with me, let me drop you home.”

“Well, isn’t that kind, Y/N? Such a gentleman.”

“Em, we don’t even know him.” You hiss under your breath.

“I know a good egg when I see one.”

The next thing you know, you’re getting into the passenger side of his car. It’s a brand new black Land Rover Defender, with gleaming leather interior. You can’t help but wonder how the owner of a small bar could afford one of these. He drops Em off at her apartment and you make sure she gets inside safety. You sit back down into the passenger seat and he looks over at you.

“So, I was wondering… and you don’t have to, but I have a pretty decent selection of liquor back at my place. Did you want to join me for a drink?”

“Well, it goes against my better judgement, going home with a complete stranger. But, it also goes against my better judgement to get into a complete stranger’s car… so I guess my answer is yes.”

~

The house you pull up to is not what you expected. At all.

First of all, there’s a fucking gate. He had to pull up an app on his phone to open it.

Do shitty bar owners usually live in huge, gated houses?… His parent’s must be loaded or something

“You said you owned a bar right? How many?” You laugh in disbelief.

“Just the one.” He smirks.

Right…

He unlocks the door and walks over to a flashing console on the wall. He uses a keypad to punch in a code and the console flashes, then beeps.

“Security system.” He says, as if he can read your mind. “Kitchen is just through here.”

You walk from the giant hallway into an even bigger kitchen. There’s a huge granite island in the middle, big enough to seat your entire family. In the far corner, there’s an actual bar. Not a makeshift bar, a fully functioning one, with glittering counters and bottles as far as the eye can see.

What the fuck is this guy’s deal?

“Trying to figure out how I afford all this?”

There he goes, reading my damn mind again

“No, just wondering where that drink is you promised me.”

He chuckles, then makes his way over to the bar.

“What do you fancy?”

“Tequila?”

“Blanco or reposado?”

“Give me that old shit, the older the better.” You wink.

He pours the bottle into a crystal glass, handing it to you, then pours himself a glass and knocks it back in one.

“What, no ice in this big ass kitchen?”

“It’s best at room temperature, fucks with the flavour over ice.”

You sip from the glass, discovering almost immediately that he is, in fact, correct.

“Well shit, ok tequila snob.”

Before you can react, he’s in front of you, snaking his hand up to curve around your jaw. He tips it up, exposing your neck. His lips ghost over your jugular, pricking up every single hair on your body.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, Y/N. Wonder if we should put it to better use.”

Your breath catches in your throat as he nips into the sensitive skin on your neck. You place your hands on his face and he lifts from your neck, looking you dead in the eye.

Fucking hell, his eye contact is so intense

You feel like you could melt into a puddle under his gaze. The way he’s drinking you in is addictive, you don’t want this feeling to end. Chasing the high he’s providing, you drop to your knees in front of him. He raises his eyebrow.

“I think we should.”

He pulls his lip between his teeth and nods, unbuckling his belt. You unbutton his pants and pull them down enough to reach into his boxers. He’s rock solid in your palm, and so fucking big, but you like a challenge. You spit into your hand and slide your fist along his base a few times, relishing in the tiny moans coming from his lips. You can tell he’s holding back, so you take him into your throat until he hits your tonsils.

“Fuck.” He groans through gritted teeth, balling his fist into your hair.

You bob back and forth, picking up speed. His grip gets tighter in your hair, so you pull back and roll your tongue over his head. He hisses and bucks his hips, sending his cock straight to the back of your throat. You stifle a gag, caught off guard by the movement, but it gives you a wicked idea. You remove your mouth from him and peer up through your lashes, giving him your best doe eyes. His chest is heaving as he looks down at you.

Bingo

“You wanna throat fuck me?”

He parts his lips, losing composure for just a second. “Tap on my leg twice if it gets too much.”

You flatten your tongue and he thrusts back into your mouth over and over until tears are rolling down your cheeks, but it’s so worth it to see the look on his face. He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe the tears as they fall.

“You take me so fucking well.”

Your thighs clench together as you take him down your throat, only providing slight relief from the feral need you have for him. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties, the noises he’s making only spurring you on. He pulls you off him until only a string of saliva tethers the two of you, then reaches for your arms. Once you’re off your knees, he lifts you up onto the kitchen island and places his palm between your breasts, pushing you back down against the cool stone. He bunches the skirt of your dress up to your waist and hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down and throwing them behind him. He places two hands on your inner thighs, parting them, then finds a home between your legs. He begins licking up through your folds, devouring you completely. Your hands twist into his hair as his name falls from your lips over and over.

Fuck, and you thought Danny was good

His hands are all over you, snaking up underneath your dress and exploring your body, only adding to the complete ecstasy you find yourself in. You squirm under his touch, feeling your impending orgasm building rapidly.

“Don’t. Not yet.”

“Jake, I can’t. It feels too good.” You whine.

“Don’t be a fucking brat.” He barks, delivering a smack to your outer thigh.

You cry out, finding it almost impossible to hold yourself back. Your nails dig into his scalp, but this only spurs him on. He’s eating your pussy like it’s his last ever meal, consuming you with the greed of a starved man. It’s like his whole life’s purpose is to make you cum over and over until you’re a trembling mess beneath him, and you are. You can’t hold it back any longer as your release bolts through you like a surge of electricity.

But he doesn’t let up.

“I thought I told you not to cum.” He booms from between your legs, plunging two fingers inside you and mercilessly targeting your g-spot.

“Shit!” You scream, the overstimulation making you writhe and thrash.

“You wanted to cum, so fucking cum again. Now.”

Your legs violently shake as you enter a whole new realm of pleasure. It’s a brand new sensation you’ve never felt before, and you feel like you’re gripping onto the counter for dear life.

“Jake! Jake, stop! I-” You trail off as you feel the dam inside you quite literally break. The string of expletives and pornographic wails that fill the room ring in your ears, as you topple over into utter euphoria.

What the fuck

You feel like you’re suspended there for a lifetime, Jake’s head between your legs, his fingers inside you. When you finally drop back down to earth, you rise onto your elbows.

Everything is wet.

Jake’s face, his hair, the counter beneath you, the floor.

Your eyes widen in horror, but Jake’s face is the exact opposite. A shit-eating grin is plastered across his face as he straightens up to face you.

“How the-” you begin.

“Never done that before, have you angel?” He smirks.

Instead of responding, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him towards you. You take his face in your hands and run your tongue over his face, lapping at your release. He parts his lips, exhaling sharply. You use the opportunity to lick into his open mouth, which he gladly accepts, his tongue gliding against yours as you both fight for dominance. Then, he’s pushing you back, discarding his pants and climbing on top of you. You reach down between you and take him in your hand, lining him up with your entrance.

“Wait, I don’t have a condom.” He breathes, nipping against your ear.

“I don’t care, just fuck me. Please.”

He pushes into you, his lip tucking behind his teeth. He waits there, only half inside you, letting you adjust. You wrap your hands around his ass and pull him, feeling him slide in until he reaches the hilt. The stretch is insane, and you whimper as he begins to rock in and out.

“Fucking shit!” You cry, your nails raking into the flesh of his back.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He curses as he spreads your legs wider and picks up the pace.

You lick at his neck, kissing a trail up to his ear.

“Let me ride you.” You whisper.

He pulls out and you whip your dress over your head, then remove your bra. You unbutton the last of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and pushing him onto his back. Rising up onto your knees, you sink back down onto him, eliciting a hiss as his fingers dig into the meat of your hips. You lift yourself off him, dropping back down over and over as you use all of the stamina you have left to make him feel good. You squeeze around him as your hips move, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. His hands find your breasts, massaging them as your head falls back in pleasure. The new angle paired with his touch on your body has you there already, the pressure rising in your stomach.

“You’re a fuckin’ goddess, Y/N.”

You don’t even warn him this time, he surely knows as your walls begin to flutter around him. You cum for the second time as he fucks back up into you, meeting you with every snap of your hips.

“I’m gunna cum, where do you want it?” He pants.

“In my mouth.”

“Ohhhh fuck. Now.” He grunts as you lift from him and wrap your lips around his head. He paints the back of your throat with his release as you suck around him. You swallow, licking every last drop from him. You look up, opening your mouth to show him that it’s empty.

“You fuckin’ kill me.” He groans, pulling you into him and melting his mouth into yours.

You both sit there, catching your breath. He glances over to you and smirks.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just love a squirter.”

Your hands fly up to your face as you grimace, feeling embarrassed that he’d brought it up. He pulls your hands from your face and cups it with his own.

“Y/N, don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah? It kinda was, wasn’t it? That whole… shit Jake, no one’s made me cum like that before.”

“Just say the word and I’ll do it again.”

“Again?”

“Well, not right now. Not sure you could handle that.” He laughs. “But definitely take my number, if you want to. I know I would like to do that again.”

You feel a blush creep up over your cheeks. “Ok.”

He smiles, hopping down from the counter. He extends his hand out to you and you look back at him, eyebrows knitting together. “It’s late, you should crash here.”

“No, Jake. I-”

“Ah ah. I insist. You can take the spare room, if you want. Or, you can stay in mine with me. Your choice.”

You nod and follow him through the house and to his room. He throws you a t-shirt to sleep in, then pulls on a clean pair of boxers and climbs into his bed. You stand there, not knowing whether to sleep with him or in the spare room.

“Like I said, up to you. But I have invited you to sleep in my bed with me.” He smirks, patting the empty space next to him.

Fuck it.

You climb in next to him, pulling the sheets up over you. You turn to face Jake and his arms wrap around your waist, dragging you into him.

“You’re really beautiful, y’know.”

“So are you.” You whisper, feeling yourself being drawn to him like a magnet.

He leans into you, your noses touching. His eyes flick from yours to your lips. “Wanna taste you again before I fall asleep.” He says, his mouth crashing to yours.

You kiss him back with fervour, your hands intertwining in his hair. His hands slide up your back as you tangle yourself in him. He pulls back and plants a soft kiss to your nose.

“Good night, Y/N.”

~

When you wake the space next to you is cold and empty. You stretch your arms over your head and take in your surroundings. You can hear the faint sound of music coming from down the hall, so you pull back the covers to investigate. Following the direction of the music, you find yourself in some kind of home office. Jake is sat down in a leather armchair, an acoustic guitar perched on his knees.

“Mornin’. Sleep well?”

“Yeah…” you respond, looking around the room. The space is filled with …memorabilia? That’s the only word you can think of to describe it. Framed vinyls litter the wall, magazine articles, a multitude of string instruments and amps. You try not to look too hard, not wanting to pry into his life.

“Good. I have a pot of coffee going downstairs, you want a cup?”

“Sure.” You smile.

He stands from his chair, putting his guitar back onto the stand. You follow him from the room, but something catches your eye just before you leave. It glistens on the desk, sitting proudly.

Is that a fucking GRAMMY?!

You feel your heart rise into your throat as you walk behind Jake. You wipe your now sweaty palms onto his borrowed t-shirt.

Who is this guy?!

You silently curse yourself for not paying much attention to the detail on the vinyls or articles hanging on the wall in his office. When you arrive in the kitchen, you pick your discarded dress up off the floor, along with your bag. You pull your phone from inside and spot a text.

10:02am

Danny: Morning gorgeous, we still on for coffee at 12?

Shit! It’s 10:43!!

“Jake, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot, I’m supposed to be meeting a… friend for coffee at 12.” You splutter.

“It’s cool, I actually forgot my brother Josh is supposed to be heading over today too.” He smiles, wiggling his phone which was also long forgotten in the events that transpired last night. “You want me to drive you home?”

“Oh no, you have plans. Plus, I’ve already sorted an Uber.”

He nods, then slides you his phone. “Put your number in.”

You take his phone and type your details in, then smirk as you hand it back. He chuckles as he spots your contact name.

Y/N 💦

You get yourself re-dressed into your clothes from yesterday and hand him back his t-shirt, then make your way out to meet your Uber driver. As you reach the door, Jake’s behind you. He places a kiss to your cheek.

“I hope I get to see you again soon.” He smiles softly.

“I’m sure you will.” You reply.

As your Uber begins to pull away, you spot a white Land Rover Defender driving in through Jake’s gate.

Hmmm, his car has a twin. That must be his brother, Josh.

~

After a quick shower, you get yourself dressed and leave to meet Danny. When you arrive, he’s sat in a booth at the very back. As you approach, he looks up from his phone and shoots you a warm smile, then stands and opens his arms out to you. You hug into him, his strong arms wrapping around you as he squeezes.

“Hey, beautiful.” He hums into your hair.

You slip into the booth and the waitress wanders over to take your order. You can’t help stealing glances at Danny whilst she notes your choice onto her pad. He looks so good today, wearing a tight fitted black t-shirt that emphasises his physique.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a bit quieter than usual this week, a lot of band stuff going on.”

“It’s fine. You have stuff you gotta do.” You give him a genuine smile.

“I have missed you though… Sorry, is that too intense to say?” He grins sheepishly.

“Uh… no. I’ve um, actually missed you a bit too.”

“Hey, I’ve uh- got a party planned for tonight. I know it’s a bit late notice, but I’d really like you to come. If you want. You can bring Em, of course.”

“I’d love to! I’ll call Em, but I’m sure she’ll be down.”

You spend the next few hours chatting, your coffees growing cold. The conversation flows so effortlessly, like you’d known each other for a much longer period of time. You start to wonder if you actually could give yourself another chance at happiness, and if this is what you needed to finally see that not all men are fuck-ass dickheads.

You hug Danny goodbye, telling him you’ll see him later. You hop into your car and call Em, pressing the speakerphone button as you pull away.

“Hey baby girlllll, how was Jake?”

Shit, Jake. You’d forgotten all about him.

“Jake was… fucking out of this world in all honesty. But I’ve just finished up a coffee date with Danny and he’s invited us to a party tonight at 8. You in?”

“Obv, if there’s a party you know I’ll be there. So you’ve seen both of your men today then?”

“Em! They are not my men. I’ve known Jake for less than 24 hours, and Danny and I are just talking.”

“Yeah, mmhmm. I’ll be at yours for 6.”

When Em arrives at yours, you make light work of getting ready. Opting for something a bit more casual, you throw on a pair of high-waisted wide leg jeans with rips in the knees. You pair this with a white textured mesh top with a bralette underlay, and your Nike low Panda dunks. You lightly wave your hair, leaving it to cascade freely over your shoulders. Em orders an Uber and you stop off at the corner store, picking up a bottle of red to bring with you.

When the Uber pulls up to Danny’s place, you’re met with a similar scene to last night. A gated residence.

“Uh, Y/N. What is it you said Danny does?”

“He’s in a band… but I didn’t think it was overly successful. He’s not really given much information about it.” You frown.

You press the button on the receiver and are buzzed in, the gates sliding open for you both. You get to the door and Danny is already stood there, beaming from ear to ear. You hand him the bottle of wine and take turns giving him a hug.

“Hey, so glad you could make it!”

“Hey. Danny, your house…”

He ignores your comment and beckons you inside. There’s already a steady flow of people dotted inside, making conversation and drinking from red solo cups like it’s some sort of frat party.

“You two want a drink?” Danny asks, gesturing towards the kitchen.

You walk through his house and notice it’s a lot humbler than Jake’s. The kitchen is smaller and there’s no obnoxious bar lining an entire side. Danny grabs two cups and looks to you.

“We have beers, seltzers, wine, spirits, anything really.”

“I’ll have a seltzer, please.” You smile.

“Oooo, any white wine for me.” Em giggles.

Danny pours your drinks and you split off to mingle. You end up engaging with some of Danny’s friends and the time ticks on. Before you know it, it’s been two hours and you’re four cans of Topo Chico and a shot of whiskey in. Feeling significantly buzzed, you make your way out to Danny’s porch for a breather. Stepping out, the light breeze tickles over your face, providing a much needed dose of fresh air. You lean against the decking, taking in a deep breath. The sky is shining in beautiful shades of amber and violet as the sun sets. You take a few moments to drink in the stunning visuals, until your name is being screeched from the door.

“Y/N!!! Code red.”

You whip around to see Em sprinting towards you.

“Woah, what’s going on?”

“Uhhh… so Jake is here.”

“What! How?!” You yelp.

“I don’t know. He just turned up with a guy that looks scarily similar to him. I think they’re twins?”

So, that must be Josh…

“What do I do?”

“We can leave, if you want?”

“Yeah, I’d rather not have to explain this. I know we aren’t together, but I like Danny. I don’t want this to ruin any chance of progressing what we have.”

“I’ll go in and grab Danny’s attention, let him know you aren’t feeling well. Then you can slip out and I’ll follow behind.”

“You’re a life saver, Em.”

She heads back inside and you wait for a few moments before going in behind her. You walk through the kitchen and towards the door, noticing that Danny has his back to you speaking to Em. As you’re halfway across the living room, you lock eyes with Jake.

Fuck

You begin to panic, knowing that if you sprint out the door now, you’ll cause a scene. Instead, you start up the stairs, frantically searching for somewhere to hide yourself and think. You open the door to a bathroom and slip inside, shutting the door and walking over to the basin. You turn on the faucet and splash your wrists, feeling hot all of a sudden. As you’re stood there facing the mirror, there’s a knock at the door.

Here we fucking go

You take a deep breath and turn the handle, opening the door to find Jake stood there.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

[chososangelbaby]

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𖦹๋࣭⭑ PROLOGUE

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song in use: Don't Smile by Sabrina Carpenter. & Life of the Party by The Weeknd.

ᝰ.ᐟ TONIGHT WAS ANOTHER PACKED day at the club. the ceo's and big company workers coming to see the ladies dance to relieve their stress. you were a stripper but you've always had talent for your singing, you just never really invest your time and energy in it until now. it was all just something you thought you could do for fun. it wasn't like you weren't going to make it to the big guns in the music industry.

you were in the dressing room, applying the last touches which was your gloss on your lips, fixing up your short dress you had, pulling it a little down. you didn't wanna admit it but you were really nervous. on the other hand you thought maybe you could get more tips from the guys.

taking one last deep breath, you finally went on stage. people were already cheering and clapping for you. it was already obvious all these guys thought of you as their favorite girl, and you were. combined with all the girls that work at the club, you get tipped the most. guys always said there was something about you. and they weren't wrong about it.

the dj handed you the microphone, as you stepped on stage the cheers got louder making you smile. "good evening ladies and gents" you giggled into the microphone. "so glad I get to see a lot of familiar faces" you winked to one of your regulars.

"so today I won't be dancing" everyone "aww" in the crowd making you pout a bit. "but today I wanted to preform a song that I made and show to you all. so I hope you enjoy" the people clapped and cheered, some of the guys threw racks of money at you already on the stage.

you turned around and gave the dj a nod to let him play the song. the beautiful beat already playing. you could tell by people's faces they were already grooving to it. soon your first lyric came up.

"Don't smile because it happened, baby cry because it's over"

"Oh you're supposed to think about me everytime you hold her"

SUNAS POV

my bandmates told me to go to this strip club to find a girl named, Y/N L/N. Kiyoomi had found out about her through instagram since she posted her new single as a new artist. I personally think we don't need this girl since we already have 7 band members. but kiyoomi did say he wanted to balance out the girls in our group since we only have Juliette, Leah, and Marie. so I took one for the team and came.

I took a seat in a close booth by the stage and ordered a drink. thank god they allow smoking in the strip club so I took out my cigarette box and lit one up. I took a hit out of the cigarette and blew the smoke out, letting a big sigh out. "kiyoomi better be right about this girl" I thought in my head.

soon I saw a girl in a tight dress that's hugs her curves perfectly, along with some black heels, I took a note and noticed how our styles are similar. she was beautiful. there was something about her. I started to think maybe sakusa was right.

she started talking and I notice that a lot of people really know this girl. I swear I saw 5 racks of money being thrown on stage. and not to mention the amount of guys including girls cheering for her. she must be a favorite around here. which I mean how could she not. she was such a beauty.

then her music started playing, the beat was a very smooth, I really liked it and as someone who does another genre of music, this was a song you could really listen to in the night. she started singing, her voice was very angelic. it was the voice that matched her face. she was an angel.

I immediately thought how she would be a great lead singer for the girls. not to mention she was probably what we've been looking for a long time.

her preforming skills were immaculate, she definitely knew how to keep the audience entertained, she was perfect.

"pour my feelings in the microphone"

"I stay in and when the girls come home"

"I want one of them to take my phone"

"take my phone and lose your number"

I felt my eyes following her, my head slowly bumping to the beat of the song. yup she was definitely the one. I quickly texted the band groupchat to let them know we found the one. as she finally finished up her song. 

she quickly ran off stage, which I ran over to her. "do you take song recommendations?" I quickly spat out of my mouth. she looked at me confused, "uhm no..." she said with an awkwardness in her voice.

"cmon, listen to my songs will you, angel?" I asked her. she hesitated but nodded. "let's go to my dresser room" I gave her a small smile and we headed to her room. her room was decorated with all kinds of posters, letter from her costumers I assumed, and a lot of lingerie and stuff like that.

"so you gonna show me those songs or not?" she smiled, leaning over the couch that was in her dresser room. "oh yeah" I nodded getting out of thoughts. I decided to show her one of the songs that me and the band have been working on. it was still unfinished but I thought maybe showing her the song she will like it.

I found the file of the song "life of the party" I pressed play and set my phone down. she sat down and listened to it carefully. I could tell by the second she was really into it with the tapping of her feet.

"i'm on cloud nine"

"baby, you're behind"

"you can follow me"

"you can follow me if you want"

she started getting up and dancing to the song, her hips swaying with the beat of the song. her hands touching and feeling her body as she danced. she almost danced if I wasn't in the room with her.

"take that step, you're the life of the party"

"know that step you're the life of the party"

the song came to end making her stop and look back at me. I was mostly shocked but tried not to show it. "who are they? i've never heard this song" she sat next to me.

"me and my band made this song" I said, her expression was impressed. "really? you guys sure know how to make a song" she once again flashed that smile. "yeah but it's not finished" I sighed. "we haven't found someone to complete the song. so maybe you could finish it for us?" I scratched the back on my neck.

"wait for real?" she gushed. I nodded, taking a card out of my pocket which was kiyoomi's information on it. "just give us call if you're interested. have a nice day, angel" I took my phone and walked to the front door before giving her a wink and closing the door behind me. I hope she says yes.

END OF POV

you were definitely shocked on the offer you just got, you looked at the card and read it some more which had information to they're manager is who you assumed was "Kiyoomi Sakusa".

you decided to search them up on instagram as it was labeled on the card. you pressed on the search bar and typed in the user which was @THESAINTS, pressing on the first account, which was verified. your eyes widened.

"over 2.3 million followers?!" you whispered shouted to yourself.

"this could really help out my singing career" you said to yourself. which was true. to get what you wanted, joining this band will make your dreams come true. you swiped out of instagram and called the number on the card the guy gave you.

"hello, the saints band manager, kiyoomi sakusa speaking. how may I help you?" a guy said on the phone.

"uhm hi im y/n l/n.. one of your band members told me to call this number if i'm interested in being in the band.." you said while biting your nail.

"oh yes. are you interested, we think you would be a perfect match with our band" kiyoomi said, trying to convince you.

"yeah I actually am..."

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AUTHORS NOTE: hope u enjoyed this little prologue! more to come <3 make sure to comment and like! reblogs are appreciated<3 also to put it out there songs used in this book are songs "the band makes" not stealing the song or anything. full credits to the songs by the artists!

[holylulusworld]

Right there - Kinktober 24

Summary: Your boss gets more than he bargained for…

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Warnings: light pegging, implied smut, mentions of a sex orgy, nakedness, degrading language (slut, whore etc.), SB is not a nice guy, but…a good boy,  dominant reader

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Pegging

Words: 888

Idea by: @flory-alexandra

Square filled for @anyfandomkinkbingo: Square 16: “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Your boss isn’t the easiest guy to work for, but he always finds a way to fuck your routine up on a daily base. 

Today, he’s up to no good. You just know it. There is something sinister in his eyes, and his smirk is too dark.

“Chop, chop, little lamb,” your boss snaps his fingers. “I don’t want to be late for my first Herogasm in ages.” Soldier Boy claps his hands. “Come on, we need to find you a nice dress and buy more lube.”

“Hero what?” You gape at your boss. He’s not easy to please, and already impatiently jabs his index finger in your chest. “What are you talking about, Sir? I don’t have a Herogasm on my schedule for tonight.”

“I invented it,” he grins and dreamily looks in the distance. “Imagine, all the perfect bodies pleasuring each other. The final is always the best, we all blow our loads on the best whore.”

“What? I’m not…I mean,” you stare at your clipboard, trying to find a note about the Herogasm. “Wait…what do you mean with I need to find a dress?”

“Well, you’re coming with me as my special guest,” he flashes you the dirtiest smirk in the history of dirty smirks. “I’ll enjoy ruining all of your holes, little lamb…”

You’re unsure what’s worse. Wearing a dress barely covering your ass, tits, and…well your most private parts, or the fact that Soldier Boy calls you his whore of the night. 

“Boss, this is not only sexual harassment but uh—” You cover your eyes when one of the so-called heroes gets a dildo shoved up his ass. 

You’re not a prude by all means, but you like to keep your sex life and kinks private. If you are alone with a partner you trust, you can let go and explore all the kinks you always wanted to try.

“Who’s that?” People ask as Soldier Boy parades you around the room filled with people who, well, shamelessly copulate. 

“She’s mine, and a normal little lamb. I want to find out if I can break her cunt,” Soldier Boy chuckles darkly. “I’m going to my room and have fun. Let me get my first load inside her before asking for me to fuck all the ladies and gents needing a good dick.”

“What the fuck!” You curse under your breath while your boss guides you toward a room. “Who do you think you are? I’m not going to let you fuck me!”

“How do you like it?” He already strips his clothes off, shamelessly revealing his throbbing erection. “Up your ass first, or do you love to lick my dick like a popsicle.”

You chuckle darkly. “Oh, sweetness.”

He cocks a brow at your reaction. You put your hands on your hips and stand a little straighter. “I expect you to answer my question.”

Soldier Boy licks his lips as you walk toward him. You glance at all the sex toys, humming as you pass the table to have a look at the breeding bench. “You didn’t get the memo, huh?” You look over your shoulder to flash Soldier Boy a smile. “If I fuck a guy, I’m the one in charge. And, before he gets to stick his dick into any hole, I will conquer his holes first.”

The usually cocky man gapes at you. He drops his eyes to his twitching length. “What do you mean? I’m a master at eating pussy.”

“Aw, you’re so cute,” you coo as you stride toward Soldier Boy. There is something in the way you walk making him swallow thickly. “I want your ass, sweet boy.”

Soldier Boy looks at you, eyes wide, and lips parted.

“Oh, you’d love that, huh?” You grin. “Well, if you want to get a taste of my holes, I’ll conquer yours first.”

His eyes light up, and he eagerly nods. “What will you use?” He grins. “Your finger first? Or one of the dildos…maybe the big one.”

You smirk. Who would’ve thought that Soldier Boy is into pegging?

“Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me. You don’t want me to go in dry, right?”

He grabs your hand and brings your fingers to his mouth. Soldier Boy groans, and his eyes widen. Your fingers taste like your cunt. “You dirty girl fingered your pussy before coming here.”

“It’s ma’am tonight,” you click your tongue. “I want you on that breeding bench, your ass on display. Not talking back or I’ll not give you any.”

“Yes…ma’am,” he hurriedly walks toward the breeding bench. He gets on it, wiggling his ass as he looks over his shoulder. “I like it rough, little lamb.”

“Me too,” you smirk darkly. “You won’t sit properly for a week when I’m done with you.”

He shudders when you lube the fingers of your right hand. You want to hold power over him for tonight, but not hurt him. “Fuck me, ma’am. My ass is all yours.”

“Of course, it’s mine, baby boy,” you slap his cheek, making the powerful supe growl. “Let’s see how well you can behave.”

He moans deeply when you carefully slide your index finger into his arsehole. “Fuck, put it all in, little lamb. I want you to let yourself go, and later…I’ll break your cunt…” 

[nightmare-of-homophobes]

Anything Goes ~ Reno Sweeney x f!reader

Warnings: drinking; smut; sex with a strange; creampie (Reno receiving); fingering (Reno receiving); oral sex (reader receiving); mirrors; slow burn(?); misuse of "anything goes" songs; probably annoyingly ooc (idc); no established period; ignores the cannon; hints of bdsm and corruption kink; maybe lightly hints of religion kink but y'all are not ready for this conversation and I didn’t dive into it so let’s all ignore it; no beta reader; and Carol's reference.

Words: 4,7k (more or less)

It’s my first work in months and English isn’t my first language, so be nice leaving comments! Xoxo!

Tag list: @confuseuniverse ( @jubshead @yourbasicqueerie @kenzie-floops, in case you guys aren't interested in being in my tag list please let me know)

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That night was supposed to be just one more cold, boring and lonely night, hadn’t your friends asked you to come with them to a new bar, where - they told you - would have some good drink and very good music since a rising singer would be singing there that night. Always trusting your friends to not let you down on your nights out, you put on your best trousers and a long-sleeved shirt and accompanied them.

The bar was a bit hidden, but you were able to find it. It was a rustic but comfy place, like some old tavern adorned with fairy lights and curtains of silk. It felt like entering another land. One where you could rest and forget your problems.

– So… Who is this rising star we came to see? – you asked once you and your friends were settled down on a table in a corner. The bar wasn’t that crowded and the table was close enough to the stage, so you could still have a clear view of it.

– Her name is Reno Sweeney, if I remember it right. – one of your friends, Hope, told you. – She has been doing shows in the bars around the city and it’s starting to get some attention.

– Reno Sweeney? – you repeated the name, tasting the name. It was a good name, one that you weren’t used to. – Have any of you actually heard her singing?

– No, but you know… There’s always a first time. – Billy, Hope’s boyfriend, said while wiggling his brows. You just rolled your eyes, amused with his attitude.

You all had some drinks before the light on the room started to dim and someone announced the great attraction of the night:

– Ladies and gents, I would like you to welcome our guest star, the woman who had been stealing hearts around town with her seductive voice and tempting looks… Reno Sweeney!

Everyone in the bar applauded as a woman went up on stage. The woman was slim and elegant, dressed on a shiny dress with a slit while a faux fur scarf hung around her naked shoulders. All in white tones… Just as some ghostly (or angelic) vision. The only different color she was wearing was on her lips: dark red lips.

Like a forbidden fruit that few would be able to taste.

– She's gorgeous! – Evelyn, by your side, exclaimed.

– Yes… – you breathlessly agreed. – She is.

When the applauses ceased, the woman spoke seductively, her voice soft as a breeze:

– It's good to be here with all of you tonight… – her smile was charming and playful. – The night is a child, my friends, and I'm certainly just starting. – she winked at the crowd.

As the band started playing, Reno Sweeney started to sway gently to the melody before the first verses finally let her mouth. The hair on the back of your neck immediately raised up at the sound of her singing, her words dripping from her lips like honey. Sweet and, oh, so dense. You just couldn't rip your eyes off her.

It was clear tha the moment she started to sing, the bar became hers… And you were afraid you had become hers too.

***

As the night went on and the drinks were drained by your group, you felt yourself getting lighter. When Evelyn asked you to dance, you quickly accepted the offer, playfully assuming the guiding role of the dance - to what he didn't complain at all.

As Reno's gentle voice sang “La Vie En Rose” in the background, you led Evelyn to the dance floor. Couples started to join you and the singer’s attention turned to it, smiling at your playfully behavior as she spotted the two of you in the crowd, dancing through the couples in reversed roles.

You felt nervous as you met her eyes at some point through the dancing, her sassy attitude never faltering as she smirked and winked at you.

(Well, it could've been - and it would make more sense if it was - to Evelyn, but you got yourself hoping that it was to you.)

When the music ended, Reno chuckled maliciously.

– Look at all of us here on a Saturday night… – she started. – Dare I say, we got the behaviour of a bunch of sinners. – she stood up from the little stool she was and gestured towards the people at the bar. Her smile never disappearing. – And since we're a bunch of sinners and mass is only tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I will have to take the burden of guiding you to the light tonight. – signaling to the band, she finished her discourse. – Ladies and gentlemen, we are here tonight to fight the devil… But, of course, we'll do it in the best of styles, so I hope y'all help me by accompanying me in this dance.

As she finished talking, a lively jazz began to play as Reno began to sing about the angel Gabriel. Only that woman could sing a gospel in such a sinful way and yet entertain people who clearly didn't go to the church assiduously.

As she sang excitedly, she left the stage to swing among the people, interacting with tables before getting on the dance floor, dancing with some guys in her way before getting to Evelyn and you.

– Once I was headed for hell… Once I was headed for hell! – she took Evelyn from you, spinning him around just how you've done with him during your dancing. – But when I got to Satan's door, I heard you blowin’ on your horn once more… – she let Evelyn so she could take your hand on hers and spin you too, holding onto your waist after she did it. – So I said, “Satan, farewell!”. – she sang the verse close to your face, making your cheeks burn.

As she let you go and slid across the dance floor back to the stage, you stood frozen at your tracks. Evelyn chuckled at your reaction as he returned to you.

– What the fuck just happened?! – the words blurted out of your mouth as you looked at him.

– I don't know but you got her attention, sweetie! – he said in a singing tone and bumped his hips against yours. – Oh, God, someone pinch me, did we just dance with Reno Sweeney?! – he freaked out a bit.

– WE DID! – I freaked out with him and we laughed our asses out before going to the bar to get a drink.

As Evelyn discussed something about his drink with one of the bartenders, I called another one and asked:

– Could you send one of these to Miss Sweeney? – I pointed down to my own drink. A minty cherry cocktail.

– I could try. – the guy said. – But she hasn't accepted any of the drinks people tried to buy her tonight.

With that, the man caught the attention of one of the waiters and sent them out to ask the singer if she would want the drink. You watched as the man approached her during the break between songs and whispered in her ear, gesturing to the bar.

She gazed at you and you, not knowing what to do, waved shyly at her. She smirked at you while tilting an eyebrow before facing the waiter and saying something to him.

You waited anxiously as they got back.

– She will want a Cosmo instead of the cherry cocktail. – the man informed, waiting for the drink so he could take it back to the woman at the stage.

You smiled to yourself with that and watched when she accepted the drink. She looked at you again and raised her drink subtly at you, to which you answered by raising your own at her direction.

– Seems like you're a lucky one. – the bartender said to you, watching the interaction.

You just chuckled and paid for the drinks.

***

The bar was slowly getting empty and Evelyn was drunk at this point of the night. Billy and Hope were getting disgustingly tactile towards each other and you were in the best of moods.

– I think we should get going… – Hope said after annoyingly letting out a chuckle because Billy was kissing her neck. – Are you coming with us?

– No, you can go… – you said. – I want to see the end of it. – you gestured to the stage.

Billy stood up with Hope and they both took Evelyn with them.

– Good luck, dude! – Billy said as they started making their way out of the bar.

As Reno announced the last song, a man approached your table:

– Excuse me… – you looked at him confused since you didn't know him. – I couldn't help but notice your dancing partner left you and I really want to dance so… Do you fancy a last dance?

You frowned slightly but nodded anyway, quickly standing up. The man didn't seemed harmful at all, so why not?

– Just don't try any funny business. – you warned him, to which he raised his hands in redemption.

– No funny business! – the man agreed.

As Reno's voice flooded the place, you claimed the dancefloor with the stranger. Now there were few people in the bar and most of them were too drunk to know their own name.

The man was gentle and respectful, leading the dance but still giving you some space. While swaying around with the guy, you couldn't shake off that feeling that someone was staring at you - that light pressure nugging at the back of your head and making you feel warmed.

As you looked back to the stage, your eyes locked with Reno’s.

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking

Was looked on as something shocking

But now, God knows

Anything goes

Good authors too who once knew better words

Now only use four-letter words

Writing prose

Anything goes

She sang the verses seductively, never breaking eye contact. You felt your breath hitch.

If driving fast cars you like

If low bars you like

If old hymns you like

If bare limbs you like

If Mae West you like

Or me undressed you like

Why, nobody will oppose

When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in-

Truding in nudist parties in

Studios

Anything goes…

Anything goes

As she finished her show, the man thanked you for the dance.

– This was fun… – he said. – Maybe we could repeat this on another occasion…? – he asked unsure.

You were about to dismiss his offer, when the silky voice rang behind you.

– Excuse me, but can I borrow the lady for a moment?

You felt a shiver run down your spine, so you quickly dismissed the man:

– I'm sorry… – he just nodded politely and you turned around to face the ginger woman again.

– I don't think I caught your name, sweetie… – Reno said, invading your personal space to hold onto your shoulders.

***

The woman's lips clashed against yours in the hall as she used her body to trap you on the wall. After thanking you for the drink and doing some small talk, Reno invited you to her place, which wasn't that far from the bar, to grab some more drinks and talk, so you accepted the offer.

Yet, she clearly had other plans in her mind.

When you both were out of breath, she stepped back so she could find her key and finally open her room’s door. Once you were inside it, she pushed you back against the wall, her hands going to the back of your neck as she smiled with desire.

– You're beautiful… – she said with honesty, making your heart flutter. You weren't used to being complimented.

– If I'm beautiful, then what are you? – I asked breathlessly. – An angel flung out of heaven?

She chuckled amused, leaning into you again as if to kiss you, but stopping to speak against your lips:

– What does this make me? – her voice sent heat straight to your core. – A demon? – you were about to say that wasn't what you meant when she brushed her lips in a way to your ear to whisper. – I liked it.

Those three words almost made you whimper and you had to shut your eyes tight. You would certainly need to go to church after that night.

Holding onto her waist, you brought your mouth to her jaw, kissing and licking a way to her left shoulder while slowly unzipping her strapless dress - sometimes you even dared to softly bite her milky skin, feeling more confident once you noticed she wouldn't prevent you from it.

When you were about to pull her dress down, she escaped from your hands and mouth, a playful smirk on her face as she held the fabric while throwing off her fur scarf. Sitting on the bed with fluid movements, she stared at you - waiting.

– You first. – she said, her tone deep and sultry.

Swallowing hard, you started undoing your buttons. First you undid the trousers, quickly taking it off with your shoes. Then, as you started to undo the shirt, she gestured with one of her finger for you to come closer.

She slipped off her dress as you walked to the bed. Laying down while pulling you with her, she finished your work before throwing your shirt on the ground, her cheeks a bit flushed as she found herself under your weight - your hands placed at the sides of her head to support you.

At that moment, reality hit you. You had a sexy and talented woman under you. But she was a complete stranger.

– We know nothing about each other… – you commented softly.

– Does it bother you? – she asked in a tone as soft as yours, one of her hands was holding gently at your neck as the other caressed your side, tickling you a bit.

– Not at all… – you answered. – But I would like to know more about you.

She held your gaze and bit down on her lip. The lipstick was smudged and you knew your lips, face and neck were covered in that exactly tone of red.

– Well, then ask me before my mouth is too busy to answer. – she whispered tauntingly, making you close your eyes and the butterflies in your stomach twist crazily.

– Reno Sweeney is your real name, or is it an artistic name? – you asked, sitting down at her thighs.

She sat herself too, holding onto your back so she could kiss and bite your clavicle.

– My real name. – she murmured against your skin. – My turn… Do you live in this city, or are you just visiting?

– I live here… – you gasped as she licked from your clavicle to your jaw. – Uhh… How old are you?

She leaned back for a moment to wink at you.

– A lady never reveals her age. – she dived back into work. – Have you done this before? I mean… With a woman?

– Yes. – your breath hitched as she unclasped your bra and took it off. – You?

– Yes… – she took your breasts in her hands. – How old are you?

– 20. – her hands froze for a second and you looked down at her, worried. – Any problem?

– Not at all… You're just younger than I thought. – she said and you watched how she kissed your nipples, feeling yourself get more soaked at every passing second.

– Too young for you?

– As long as you have age to consent… – she licked one of your nipples. – It won't be a problem for me. – latching her lips on it, she lifted her gaze to meet yours eyes.

You lost any rational thought at that sight and a whimper fell from your lips. Throwing yourself back on her, you kissed passionately, holding onto her tight as you unconsciously started rocking your heat against her thigh.

When her tongue teased your mouth, you promptly opened it for her, letting her taste once more the cocktails you had earlier. She also tasted like alcohol, but with hints of sweet and sour that you recognized from that cosmopolitan.

It didn't take long for her to reach between your legs and start rubbing your clit with her thumb, making you gasp slightly against her lips. You took a sharp breath when, putting your panties to the side, she slipped her fingers through your wet folds.

– Gosh, you're soaked… You probably have been wet since I climbed on that stage, haven't you? – she provoked you, bringing her fingers to your clit to lubricate it.

A small moan left your lips as your forehead rested against hers. Your eyes were closed again and when you opened them it was only to be met with Reno's big brown ones staring up at you in desire and admiration. You almost moaned again at that sight.

Rocking your hips against her hand and thigh, Reno built for you a gentle rhythm as she went back to your chest, playing with your nipples into her mouth or free hand, taking rounds between pinching, licking, sucking and biting them. Making you a total mess for her since her busy fingers on your clit were working at a pace that didn't satisfy you at all.

– Reno… – you whimpered her name, feeling so frustrated you could cry if she didn't give you what you wanted. – Please…

You felt her smirk against your breast before raising her head to look at you.

– What is it, darling? – she asked in an innocent tone, pretending to be clueless to your needs.

– Faster, please… – you begged her, your hands holding at her shoulders with such force you would certainly leave marks.

– What? I don't think I understood you, darling… – she said with a smug smile on her face, her eyes twinkling with malice as she slowed even more the pace of her fingers.

You groaned irritated and looked down at her with a begging expression.

– Please, Reno, don't tease me like this. – you hold her face in your hands, panting softly against her lips.

You watched as her eyes darkened even more and she let out a low, throaty humm at your request.

– I love the way you say my name… – she said before catching your lips again, lying you down on the bed so she could have her way with you.

Feeling her kissing a way from your lips to your belly, you almost couldn't hold yourself from buckling and whining as a slut, trying - not so subtly - to get her attention to where you needed her the most.

– Please, please, please… – the soft pleading left your mouth as if it was your personal mantra, which made her very satisfied.

– Since you're asking so well… – she muttered before diving between your legs, a loud and obscene moan leaving your mouth as she did it.

Her tongue circled your clit slowly and lightly before flattening it against you, pressuring down deliciously so you had no option but to throw your head back on the mattress and tangle your fingers on her perfect red locks. Losing your head as a strain of curses fell from your lips.

– Do I have such power on you or are you always this needy? – she mocked you before licking, very slowly, from your entrance to your clit, sucking it hard as she reached it.

She released your clit with a loud pop and your hips quivered under her. You were so sensitive for her at that point.

– You'll have to fuck me in another occasion to discover… – you answered without even noticing, making her laugh.

– Maybe I'll do it… – she answered before bringing her lips to your clit again as she slipped a finger inside you. You were so wet it didn't have any resistance.

As she resumed her sucking, her finger built a rhythm that made you feel both satisfied but in need of more at the same time. And you let her know it.

– Put another one… Please. – for your surprise, she didn't tease you, just obeyed. Her brows were furrowed from being so focused on bringing you to your climax.

You were an unashamed mess. Face hid on the pillow, fingers tightly holding ginger locks, mouth opened, chest rising and falling heavily, cheeks warm, belly tense, erratic hips and trembling legs.

You were at the edge of your orgasm.

Reno, of course, had noticed all of that and was giving her best to ruin you. Twirling her fingers inside you, she found that spot that almost made you scream from pleasure and flattened her tongue again against you, letting you grind onto her mouth as she kept hitting that spot inside you.

Your hips stuttered as an intense wave of pleasure crossed your body and your mind went blank as you shut your eyes tightly.

When the pleasure subsided and you returned to your senses, you realized you still were holding Reno buried between your legs, so you let her go, watching her pull her fingers out of you while choking to catch her breath.

– I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? – you asked her with worry in your voice.

Her only answer, though, was to throw herself back on your lips, kissing you fervently as she straddled your hips, making you taste yourself on her tongue.

When both of you ran out of air, you separated yourselves, a strain of saliva still hanging between your mouths, connecting you two as you breathed the same air.

She didn't give you time to recover at all before she was grinding against your belly and whispering on your mouth:

– I'm so wet for you… – you groaned at her attitude, which just made her grind harder down onto you. – What are you going to do about it?

Sitting straight while still catching your breath, you averted your eyes from hers for a second and an object, in the corner of the room, ended up catching your attention.

– Nice mirror you have there… – you said to her, your mind already turning its gears.

– Fuck, I'm practically jumping at your lap and your attention is on my mirror? – she complained, shaking her ass on your lap.

You chuckled and took her off your lap, going to the mirror. It was a full size mirror and you replaced it in front of the bed.

– What are you doing, come back, darling… – she said seductively, spreading herself temptingly on the bed.

– Wait a minute, you're going to like this, I swear… – you said and adjusted the mirror. – Sit against the headboard of the bed… Can you see your reflex well? – you asked as you watched her obey your request.

– Hmm… a bit to the left. – she guided you. – Enough, yes, now it's perfect. What are we going to do? 

Returning to the bed, you seated beside her and told her:

– Sit in front of me.

Lifting an eyebrow, she smirked, understanding what you were leading to. As you spread your legs and she sat between them, you pulled her body flush against yours.

– Now… Where were we? – you muttered under your breath, letting your hands slide down her body to reach her knees and spread them widely, putting your legs above hers so she was under your mercy. – Your stockings are so soft… – you whispered against her ear, watching through the mirror how she tilted her head to the side, her lips parting as you were running your hands along the stockings. – I wonder if your panties are as soft as them...

Her breath hitched under that comment and you smirked against her neck, letting your right hand wander to her core, feeling how she tensed up the closer you got to it.

Starting to rub her through her panties you used your other hand to pull her bra down and to the side, just enough so her breasts were free from it. Squeezing them and pressing her clit, you were very satisfied to have her getting impatient on your hands.

One of her hands went to the back of your neck while the other held onto your wrist, her breathing getting labored as you put her panties to the side and collected some of her juices with your fingers, before taking them to your own lips to taste her.

– Hmm… So sweet. – you said and heard the small whimper that fell from her as she watched you, through the mirror, lick her juices off your fingers. – Do you want to taste it too?

You placed your fingers back on her pussy, collecting more of her juices. Tapping your fingers against her lower lip, you didn't have trouble slipping them inside her mouth, playing with the softness of her tongue before she actively sucked her own wetness from your fingers.

– Lube them well, okay? – you asked while kissing her jaw and neck. – Then you won't feel any discomfort when I slip them inside you.

A muffled sound left her mouth and you just chuckled before taking your fingers out of her mouth. Without warning, you slipped them inside her.

– Oh, God! – she moaned, throwing her head back on your shoulder, her eyes fluttering close. 

– Is it hurting? – you asked, kissing her temple.

– No, no… – she bit down her lower lip, furrowing her brows as she shifted softly against your hips. She didn't seem uncomfortable at all, just unaccustomed. – Just stay still until I tell you so.

With your free hand, you stroke her face and jaw, making her relax against you.

– Go on. – she said softly.

Pushing your fingers deeper, you found her clit with your thumb. 

– You know… you have a nice bush down here. – you complimented her, eyeing the ginger locks contrasting with the white fabric and her milky skin. A blush creeped on her skin.

– If only you fucked me with the same talent you use to talk nonsense... – she mumbled with a bratty attitude. 

– A what now? – you asked just to be met with her silence. – Well, then I'm sure you could do a better job yourself, don't you think? – you threatened to remove your fingers from her, but her hand on your wrist tightened, holding it in place as she regretted.

– No, no, you're doing great…! – she said, holding your gaze through the mirror. – Don't stop.

You smirked at her reflex and watched her melt against you once again as you started thrusting your fingers in and out her slick hole, the wet sounds filling the room along her small whimpers. But, of course, the quiet atmosphere was broken once her pleasure started to build up. 

Everyone who had watched Reno knew she was cheerful and loud at the stage, yet few knew that she was just as loud in bed. Unashamed - and, honestly, not caring at all - if people were able to hear her in the closest rooms.

– Yes! Yes! Just like that! – the words would fall from her lips in succession, like a hellish melody and you were the one orchestrating it.

You couldn’t point out what was better at that moment. If it was to feel her panting against your body as you held her in her place. Or to hear her cries of pleasure so close. Or to see her slim and beautiful figure squirming at every thrust. Or to be thrusting your fingers as deep as you could, caressing the velvet walls of her insides in a dance you discovered  with her...

Or to have all those sensations combined with the fact that, in the intensity of the moment, Reno acknowledged how loud she was getting and, in a desperate measure to quiet her down for a bit, she reached for your free hand and placed it around her neck, inciting you to choke her quiet.

Holding her throat firmly and doing a final effort with your fingers and thumb to calm down her buckling hips, you watched, mesmerized, as her eyes rolled up and her mouth fell open as a struggled moan left her, her whole body tensing up as she reached her climax, her legs shaking and her hips occasionally buckling to the gentle rhythm you set to help her ride down her orgasm.

Once she started to melt in your arms, you started to slow down your fingers until they came to a stop. Your whole hand was covered in her juices and you didn’t waste time before sliding into Reno’s mouth the exact fingers that were inside her greedy pussy just seconds ago.

She opened her eyes in surprise, but didn’t make any move to not take them inside her mouth. You were still holding her neck softly and gave a playfully squeeze at it before guiding her chin to face the mirror once again.

– Look at you, Reno… – her eyes stared at themselves in the mirror.

She was the absolute picture of lust. Fiery locks falling into all directions, breasts showing off above her bra, legs spread widely, stretched out pussy, skin flushed in a soft pink, eyes hooded and a bit hazy and all the while you were the one holding her like that.

– You really were onto something when you sang that nowadays anything goes.

[onlymingyus]

Bed of Roses (sax, settlements, and speakeasies collab)

pairing; lee seokmin (dk/dokyeom) x afab reader

genre; smut (minor dni), fluff, romance, angst

warnings; unprotected sex, marking, scratching, use of a rose as foreplay (rubbed against pussy), mentions the readers hair being pinned up and longer, cigarettes/smoking, alcohol, fighting, use of 1920's slang (probably poorly)

w/c; 6.7k and some change 

sax, settlements, and speakeasies masterlist

a/n; this was a fun fic to write, i tried to do as much research as i could but as with any period fic there will be inconsienctancies and lack of knowledge. thank you to @hyucks-rose for hosting this collab! thank you to @junkissed-replies and @wonwussy for reading and proofreading! please be sure to read all the fics in the collab as some will overlap -- mine will overlap some with @lipglossjun especially as she is writing for jihoon

Seokmin’s fingers run along the microphone, a smile crossing his lips that makes your stomach tighten even before he looks in your direction. A rose in his left hand, his signature prop every performance. Seokmin’s voice feels like silk against your skin as it reaches your ears.  

He grins into his song, his voice melting every person’s heart as he makes eye contact with a choice few before settling on you. You press your lips together, crossing your legs from one direction to the other and drawing his eyes down to them before he looks away. He knew better than to linger too long with all the eyes on him, especially Lee Jihoon’s, his boss and your brother. 

Your teeth catch your lip as he sings, making the women next to you swoon as if they get to go home with him at the end of the night. He had that effect on people. He could look at them, sing or talk to them, and make them feel like they were the only person in the entire world. When in reality you were the only person he wanted in his world and in his bed every night. 

Moving around the bar, Jihoon pauses to lean on the end, watching Seokmin with careful eyes. He was proud of the man, not only as an employee but as a friend. He had watched him grow into his voice over the past few years and over the past few months it had seemed his confidence had gotten even stronger. 

Jihoon’s eyes fell on you sitting at a front table, your finger running around the rim of a Jack Rose, a recent favorite of yours. You spent most of your nights here, though he urged you to find something better to do with your time. There were much better places for a woman who looked as nice as you to be, but you insisted on coming to The Diamond Glass night after night. 

“God, he’s a real cake-eater.” You narrow your eyes slightly to the conversation to your right, two girls swooning over Seokmin as he makes his way down the steps finishing his set. The rose dangling from his fingers. Each night he would hand off that rose to a lucky lady and most nights, just like tonight it ended up between your fingers. “Miss Lee.”

You laugh, feeling your cheeks burning at his attention and everyone else’s in the room. The girls at your side scoff, “He only gives it to her because she’s the owner’s kid sister. Sucking up to his boss, pretty smart of him. He’s using his head, can’t fault him for being smart.” 

Seokmin sighed softly, his back turned to the women. He had heard their conversation as well but he was a smart man who knew which battles to choose…even if they included you. Walking back up the stairs, Seokmin takes a bow then gestures to his band taking extra care to give more attention to the piano player, Junhui. The man grins, his fingers running across the ivory like he was born on that stool and to be in front of an audience. 

“Thank you ladies and gents. Refill your drinks and give another round of applause for Mr. Lee Jihoon for making any of this possible.” The patrons gasp in awe, many of them turning towards where Seokmin gestures at the bar to look at Jihoon. The man clearly not wanting the attention, simply lifts a hand and presses his lips together. His eyes scan over the crowd for you but in the excitement he had lost track of you, the only thing left on your table is a half finished Jack Rose and a long stem red rose. 

You smile against Seokmin’s lips, his fingers pressing against your sides to hold you against the wall of the dressing room. He couldn’t help but to return the smile having watched you as much as he could during his performance. You had fueled him and also frustrated him. “God, doll…you drive me crazy. You know that?” 

Nipping at his lips causes a small groan to slip from Seokmin’s lips. He knew that you were a minx and that you knew exactly what you were doing. “I don’t know nothin’, Seokmin. I’m just some girl who’s fallen head over heels for some singer.” 

Shaking his head, Seokmin’s smile pulls at the corner of his eyes. Your fingers clinging to his suit jacket feels like the only thing keeping him grounded to Earth. “Is that what you are?” Lifting his hand, Seokmin runs his thumb along your cheek, his index finger folded under your chin to lift your gaze to meet his own. 

“I think you are so much more than that. I’d give it all up for you, but you know that. Couldn’t stand hearing those girls running their traps off about something they don’t know anything about. Wanted to tell them you are my girl and to mind their business…” 

When you laugh, lowering your eyes, leaning your head to press your lips to Seokmin’s palm he feels like he is melting on the spot. You didn’t have to do anything special to get him wound up. “You know you can’t.” 

Yeah, Seokmin knew but that didn’t mean it made it any easier. It wasn’t like this was just some crush, this was the real thing. He wanted to tell the world, most of all he wanted to tell Jihoon so the two of you could just stop hiding but even the thought of it made his stomach twist up in knots. 

Jihoon sighed heavily, pushing through the crowd trying to make his way towards the back hall. He wanted to figure out where you had slipped off to but after Seokmin’s gracious words the patrons had flooded him with talk. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for them but he had a feeling and he wanted to follow up on it. 

Jun watched Jihoon carefully, managing to step in front of him before he reached the corner that would lead to the dressing rooms and bathrooms. His voice boisterous and cheerful as he leaned to pat his boss on the arm with a huge grin on his face. “The place is packed tonight Jihoon. What are you doing back here? You had people falling on their faces for a look at you.” 

Furrowing his brows Jihoon looked up at the piano player who was speaking far too loud for such a confined space. Junhui was a bit odd but this was strange even for him. “I’m doing something. What are you doin’? Nothing? Shouldn’t you be going back up on the piano soon?” 

He was right, Jun had taken his break so he was expected to be back on stage and getting people on their feet dancing. “Ah, yeah. I’ll head back out there. You know me boss. I’m just taking my time. So many people were up during it, I’m giving their dogs a chance to rest. Don’t need ‘em barkin while Seokmin is trying to sing, if you know what I’m saying.” 

You and Seokmin had already caught on to what Jun was doing for you two. He was one of the few people who knew about your relationship and also one who would help you hide it from Jihoon. With one final kiss that lingers longer than it should, you slip out the door and towards the bathroom as Jihoon groans at Jun’s words. 

“I get it. Have you seen my sister?” Jun swallows hard at the direct question, his elbow leaning awkwardly against the wall to block Jihoon when you open the door, slipping out only to open the bathroom door causing your brother to raise a brow. 

“Nah…why? She ain’t out there?” Raising his brow again, Jihoon scoffs, reaching up to pull Jun’s arm from the wall so he can push past him. It was all a little too suspicious at this point. You were up to something and this knucklehead knew more than he was saying. 

“No, obviously not so buzz off.” His shoulder hitting Jun on the way past him Jihoon starts to push open the dressing room causing Seokmin to take a sharp breath in when you open the bathroom door letting out a small sigh. 

“Jihoon?” His attention moving to you, hand dropping from the door, your brother scoffs glancing around before considering seeing who was in the dressing room again when you speak up. “What are you doing, following me?” 

“Question is, Y/N, what���re you doin?” 

You gesture back to the bathroom as if it should answer his question. Jihoon’s eyes look over your outfit then up to your face to your lips seeing your lipstick slightly smeared. “Yeah, sure and I’m a chump. If I’ve told you once, I've told you a hundred times not to be fooling around with these guys.” 

Narrowing your eyes, you push past your brother in a similar fashion he had pushed past Jun, only for Jihoon to put his hand around your arm pulling you back gently. “Y/N…I say it cause I care about you. I want you taken care of when you find someone to settle down with. Especially depending on who you were locking lips with…you ain’t gonna find that here.” 

Seokmin could hear the conversation moving away from the dressing room. His heart in his throat, he knew that Jihoon wasn’t wrong. He couldn't give you the life that you were already living, much less something better. All he could give you was what he had and his heart, and that you already had. 

Jihoon had walked you back to your seat, his hand moving from your arm so you could sit down. Gesturing to Joshua then your glass he got a nod knowing your drink would be refilled quickly. “Ya mad at me?” 

Your fingers ran over the stem of the flower in front of you as you shook your head no. Your heart is telling you something much different. You wanted to be upset with your brother but you knew he was trying to look out for you. You just wished he could see the same potential in Seokmin that you did. If he only knew it was Seokmin you were seeing and not just one of the randoms he had coming in for a week only to leave a couple of days later after making a couple of bucks. 

“No, Hoon…I’m not mad. Just wanna drink alone for a bit.” That told Jihoon all he needed to know. Leaning down he places a kiss to the top of your head and mutters a short ‘alright’ before he is taking his spot back near the bar, his watchful eyes never leaving you. 

Seokmin was trying to put away the overhead conversation from the club. You were standing in front of him in his apartment, no interruptions, no need to worry about anyone sticking their noses where they didn’t belong. It was just you and him. 

You smile when Seokmin moves behind you, his nose brushing against your neck next to your ear. A soft sound of pleasure slipping from his lips when he takes in a breath of you. You smelled sweet, a bit like apples and cinnamon. It was such a nice break from all that scent of booze and smoke earlier in the night. 

Your fingers slide over Seokmin’s forearm when he pushes his fingers along your lower stomach to pull you back against him. You could feel he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Leaning your head back on his shoulder, you tilt your head to the side and just like you had hoped, Seokmin’s lips brush over yours gently. 

“Everything about you is too good for me. You know that?” Seokmin was finding it hard not to let his mind wander even with you in his arms, even with your lips so sweetly pressing against his own. When your nails gently scratch over his skin, Seokmin sighs against your kiss, his brows furrowing deep in thought. 

Turning in his arms, you drape your own around Seokmin’s neck looking up at him with curious eyes. “Why do you get to say so?” He couldn’t help but to let out a short, quiet laugh at your words. You were so headstrong, your entire family was like that. He had seen it with Jihoon and clearly when you wanted something you were going to get it. 

“I’m just sayin’, doll. I can only give you my heart…my voice, you know what I make.” His fingers slide along the back of your dress, undoing the buttons of your garment slowly. Each brush of his fingers caused you to take in a breath to steady yourself though you wanted to argue with his words. 

“I can’t buy a nicer place than this…you see what I got. This is probably all I ever have.” Lifting his hands, Seokmin runs the back of his fingers along your throat before dropping them to your shoulders to push your dress down your arms as he speaks. “I can’t give you the life you are living, much less a better one. I can’t put ice and marbles around your neck, as much as I’d like to.” 

The weight of your dress causes it to pool around your feet leaving you in your undergarments in front of a fully clothed Seokmin. He had only bothered to take off his suit jacket and shoes once the two of you had gotten to his place, but even as you stood in front of him feeling so bare you never felt uncomfortable. 

“If you think I care about all that mess, maybe you don’t know me as well as I thought you did Lee Seokmin.” Your words cause the man in front of you to scoff into a smile, one that pulls at his eyes and draws his cheeks a bit higher on his face. Moving your hands back up you start to undo Seokmin’s belt only for him to put his hands over yours and for him to walk you backwards towards his bed. 

Feeling the mattress behind your knees, you sit. your eyes lift to meet his loving gaze as Seokmin reaches one of his hands up to brush over your cheek, thumb tracing your lips slowly. “I know you, just like you know me. I was just saying what’s on my mind.” 

You knew why it was on his mind, mentally cursing your brother and his big mouth while also trying to just enjoy the fact that you were alone with Seokmin. In this apartment you usually didn’t have to worry about your family, about who you were, nothing but Seokmin. 

Moving his hand from yours to his pants, Seokmin lets you finish what you had started, his Adam’s apple moving dramatically as he swallows hard watching you closely. “And I’m just sayin’...why don’t you just make love to me and stop fussing over a bunch of bunk?” 

How could Seokmin say no to that? A grin forms on his lips, his pants falling to the floor at his feet. Seokmin takes another breath lifting his own hands to his shirt to make quick work of it while his eyes follow you moving back on to his bed. 

You were like a dream, some painting that had become real and Seokmin had to shake his head to keep himself moving. “Jesus, you make it hard not to just lose my mind. Ya know that?” Seokmin watches you smile, that pretty grin that drives him mad. You had a pull on him like no other person had in his entire life. 

Dropping his underwear to the floor, Seokmin puts one knee on the bed, reaching a hand out to run it over your leg. His nails scratch lightly over your thigh-highs causing you to bite at your lip until he reaches the end of your chemise. 

His fingers scratch back down your leg to unsnap the top of your stockings from the garter keeping them attached to your chemise. Seokmin’s eyes never leave yours, a warm look of intensity trapped behind them as you feel his fingers run over your leg where your stocking once was. 

“Unwrapping you might be my favorite part of the day…” Your cheeks burn at Seokmin’s words, he was bold with you in this room once the two of you felt comfortable. You enjoyed this side of him, how he would lean to kiss your thigh while his hands worked your other stocking from your leg only for him to move his lips to your now bare leg. 

“I just think you like teasing me Seokmin.” He smiles against your skin, his fingers running back up to your hips where he runs over the silk of your chemise on the way up to your shoulders to pull down the straps almost desperately. “Oh, God…careful. Don’t rip it, baby.” 

You say those words but Seokmin wonders if you mean it. He didn’t know how much your undergarments cost but though he had just said he didn’t have money to spare, he’d figure out a way to buy you more if it meant he could tear them off of you the way he wanted to. “Mm I’m not.” His lips brush over the top of your breast, his hands working the silk down your body as you arch your back then lift your hips allowing him to remove it from you completely. 

When Seokmin drops the final piece of clothing onto the floor he lets his eyes wander over your naked form. From your legs to your face, back down to your breasts, and finally between your legs. “Prettiest dame in the entire city…” 

Your eyes narrow, lifting your leg you push your foot against Seokmin’s chest. A laugh rises in his throat, his hands move to run over your calf to your ankle and back down as he stands in front of you, his cock standing hard and at attention for you. He only breaks eye contact with you long enough to lean and take a single rose from out of a vase next to his bed causing you to lift your brow and bite at your lip. 

“You do this almost every time.” 

“And every time…you like it.” You couldn’t argue with Seokmin when you feel the soft petals brush over your skin when he lightly drags the flower against your inner thigh up to your knee. A quiet moan falls from your lips, your hips lifting towards Seokmin and the flower only for him to pull it away running the rose along your shin, a smirk on his lips. 

“And you thought I didn’t know you. You got some moxie sayin that…” There was amusement in Seokmin’s voice that seemed to trail out into something more sensual when he heard you moan once again. Your own fingers were pressed against your breasts, Seokmin couldn’t take his eyes off of them even as he teased you with the flower letting it brush over your folds only to be taken away. 

You wanted him, you wanted more than the rose. As much as you loved the rose and his teasing you wanted him even more. “Seokmin…please. I love you baby, make love to me like I said.” 

That was his favorite thing to hear you say, that you loved him. It meant more than anything in the world to Seokmin. No amount of money could match the feeling of those words. The rose falls to the bed beside your head and Seokmin lays between your thighs, his lips finally finding yours once again. “Tell me again, just one more time, doll.”

You try to speak but Seokmin’s hand runs along your outer thigh to your knee, his cock brushing against your needy pussy causing you to moan his name instead. “Babe, you sound like a dream come true. Say it again…” 

Moving his hands between your legs, Seokmin slides his fingers between your folds relishing in how wet you were for him. The desperate whimpers falling off your lips were like the best song he had ever heard. Wrapping his hand around his length, Seokmin presses his tip against you and breathes softly against your lips muttering out a soft ‘please’ waiting for you to speak. 

“I love you Seokmin. I love you so much.” As soon as words leave your lips Seokmin slowly pushes into you, taking your breath away. A groan escapes his lips, feeling you clench around him instantly as he works kisses from your lips to your ear where he mutters “I love you too, more than anything in this life” against it. 

He was yours and you were his. That was all that mattered to either of you. At that moment no one’s approval was needed. If he had asked you to run away with him and elope you would have without question. 

Seokmin’s mouth pressed to your jaw, his hand sliding along the other side of your neck up into your hair. His fingers tugging some of the pins loose, letting it fall into his grasp. Seokmin smiled against your skin, his cock buried so deeply inside of you when you let out a low moan of his name feeling overwhelmed. 

Between your soft walls clenching around him, and the drag of his nails against the back of your scalp as he tugged at your hair, Seokmin was overloading your senses. He knew how to make you fall apart for him, every little button to push, every piece of skin to kiss in order to make you his all over again. 

Your nails scratch across his shoulder and Seokmin groans into the crook of your neck. His warm lips pause in their search for more skin so that he can whisper your name. The feeling of his own climax building causing his brows to furrow when he lifts his head to meet your eyes full of love and need. 

Leaning back, Seokmin wraps his arm around your waist pulling you up into his lap. The way he is reaching you so deeply now causes a breathy whine to slip from your lips before Seokmin claims them with his own muttering against them. “You’re my heart and my life, ya know that, doll?” 

Smiling on his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck, you roll down over Seokmin as he thrusts up into you granting yourself a deep groan from his chest. You were seeing stars, your orgasm so close you felt like you were going to burst. “You’re mine, Lee Seokmin.” 

The words seem to push Seokmin over the edge, his brows knitting together as if your words were the most profound speech he had ever heard. His thumbs press against your hips, fingers splay out along your lower back when Seokmin holds you in place before rolling over to his back letting you sit over him. 

He could feel the rose under his back, many flowers had met their end like this. Their petals soon covered the sheet under your bodies but neither of you seemed to care. You were too lost in one another to worry about the bed of roses you had always seemed to create. 

Seokmin’s head falls back, his throat exposed to you while your hands slide along his chest up to his shoulders. Your knees planted on the bed next to his hips you use what strength you have along with his hands lifting you to push yourself over the edge. 

You gasp out Seokmin’s name when your thighs begin to shake, your walls clenched tightly around him as you cum. His head lifts to the sounds of your pretty moans, Seokmin’s eyes never leave you, his hands holding you secure even as his hips meet yours hard and fast. “Oh, baby…so damn pretty. Shit…shit.” 

The words become breathy groans, your eyes open to fall on him getting your turn to watch him fall apart for you. There weren’t many things in the world as beautiful to you as watching Seokmin experience bliss.

His hands hold your hips to the point it's almost painful but you know he would kiss each mark later. Seokmin’s eyes close tightly, a smile forms on his parted lips before his hips stutter hard against yours and you feel his warm release begin to fill you. The feeling is almost enough to send you back over the edge to follow him again causing you to clench and for Seokmin to groan your name. 

“You’re gonna kill me…” Falling onto his chest and into his arms, you relish in the feeling of his long fingers running along your back up to your neck only to continue that path for several minutes. Neither of you are in any rush to move from one another even as he softens completely inside of you, the mixture of his and your cum dripping from you onto his thighs. 

“I’ll just kiss you back to life.” Seokmin laughs against your hair, his breath warm causing a shiver to run through you. You finally whine when he moves your leg and then his sliding from you causing you to feel empty. 

If he could be inside you for the rest of his life he would. He wished that those fancy scientists could figure that one out. Stop wasting their time on other bullshit and figure out the important things like how he could never have to be separated from you and out of this bed. 

“Don’t whine, doll. Gotta get cleaned up and get some food in you. You’ll fall asleep and wake up be sore at me if I don’t. Can’t stand when you are anything but happy.” Seokmin leans back to look at your face, running his finger along the bridge of your nose, a smile crossing his face when you can’t help but to smile at the gesture and his words. 

“Mm, fine but I want a Jack Rose.” You roll from Seokmin letting him slip from the bed, your eyes following him before they fall to the petals now covering the bed. A smirk forming on your lips you gather a few of them rubbing them between your fingers glancing back up to your boyfriend to find him watching you. 

You were a minx and a handful but Seokmin couldn’t help but know that he wanted you for the rest of his life. Watching you play with those rose petals melted Seokmin and made him want to fuck you all over again. Shaking his head, Seokmin grins, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck at your request as his cock ached slightly just at the sight of you. “One Jack Rose for the dame comin’ right up.” 

Seokmin could never sleep very late into the day. It didn’t matter how long his nights were, even if they were longer with you. He had to have a little daylight in his life. Sitting on his small balcony, the doors open to let in the breeze and so that he could watch you sleeping, Seokmin let the cigarette rest between his fingers as he let the smoke out of his lungs on a slow breath. 

It was a beautiful evening, the sun was even with the horizon but as much as Seokmin wanted to admire that he couldn’t help but sneak peeks of you in his bed. You had started to stir, your fingers reaching out for him like you had so many times when you woke up at his apartment. He watched a frown form on your lips and felt bad instantly, but instead of going to you he decided to watch you for a bit longer, bringing his cigarette back to his lips. 

You knew Seokmin couldn’t be far, your frown didn’t last long when you realized where you were. Arching your back you smile, the sheet sliding down your body to your stomach, a happy sigh escaping your lips as you look around for any sign of him instead landing on the vase of roses. 

Wrapping the sheet around your chest you reach up to take one from its place. Bringing it to your nose takes in the sweet scent that makes you think of Seokmin and how much you love him. Seokmin leans on his elbow watching you run the rose along your shoulder and down your arm much like he had many times before. 

Swallowing hard, he brings the cigarette to his lips one last time to take a draw from it before tossing it away letting the smoke slip from his lips. Your lips were caught between your teeth, your face so bright, cheeks full. You looked so happy. Seokmin’s heart was pounding so hard as he thought to himself that ‘this is what love songs look like.’

Glancing up hearing the floor squeak, you can’t help but to smile seeing Seokmin standing in the balcony doorway, the curtains blowing in the wind, his hand in his pocket. He was still shirtless, pants unbuttoned, his hair only tamed by his fingers. Dropping the rose, you extend your hand for him and he wastes no time taking it, leaning down to press his lips to yours tenderly. 

Both of you knew you wouldn’t have long. Not as long as either of you would prefer before he would have to go to the club, but that wouldn’t stop you from melting into his kiss. That wouldn’t stop Seokmin’s hands from sliding into your hair holding you to him desperately as if you would fly away from him like a bird.

Smiling on his lips, you finally do pull away shaking your head when you hear him sigh. “I love you so much.” You feel his lips pull up, a small kiss brushing against your cheek as Seokmin nods, his hand sliding along the sheet to pull it open. He wanted to touch your skin and you weren’t going to deny him. 

“I love you too. Never wanna leave this bed, doll. Wanna be your husband.” He had said things like that before but it had been in moments of weakness and passion. Both of you had laughed it off knowing you would probably only ever be this. 

“Ask me then.” 

Seokmin’s lips were on your neck, his hand holding your side, his thumb gliding along your soft skin just under your breast when you spoke causing him to freeze. He had to have heard you wrong. Almost afraid to look up, Seokmin kisses your neck again before finally lifting his eyes to yours nervously. “What’d ya say?”

Your fingers rake through his hair, a smile on your lips though you were clearly nervous. “I said to ask me. You wanna be my husband, you gotta ask.” You weren’t the only one he’d have to ask or deal with when it came to this but god if he didn’t want this. 

“I–Y/N? Ya serious?” Seokmin watches you nod, no signs of this being a joke on your face. “What about Jihoon? You know I gotta ask him too. You heard him yesterday, no one in that club…me included is good enough for you. I don’t much disagree with him, you know what I said yesterday. As much as I love you, doll…I can’t give you anymore than what I got.” 

Your fingers tighten in Seokmin’s hair making him sigh out a slow breath. His eyes locked with yours. “I didn’t ask for excuses of why you don’t wanna marry me, Lee Seokmin. So if that’s all you’re gonna give me–” 

Seokmin doesn’t let you finish your sentence, panic rips through him at the idea of you denying him because of his own fear. His lips press to yours, his brow furrowed tightly, you feel how his hand clings at your skin as he mutters against your lips. “God no, I’m sorry. Marry me? Will ya? I’ll figure it out. I’ll rebuild the damn world to make it better if I gotta…just want you to marry me.” 

Your small laugh followed by a gentle kiss to his lips allows Seokmin to calm down. His heart is still beating so hard you can feel it against your body. Lifting your leg, you run your thigh along his hip, a smile on your lips as you nod leaning your head back so you can look at him once again. “You ain’t gotta rebuild nothin’. I love the man I got, just give me that and you got me. ‘Course I’ll marry you.” 

You knew he was right, soon he would have to talk to Jihoon, you both would. He would be furious, not only at Seokmin but mostly with you. Family didn’t lie, at least your family but you had been keeping a lot from him for a very long time, but that could wait. 

Seokmin sighs happily, his head lowering to rest against your breasts. You smile to the feeling of his warm breath against your skin as you close your eyes allowing yourself to push away any thoughts of Jihoon for now. That was a problem for later, this was now and you had your future husband in your arms. 

“I’m just sayin’ I gotta figure out a ring. Something that will look good enough to be on your finger.” 

You can’t help but smile, Seokmin lifting your hand to his lips to press them to the back of your knuckles. His eyes pull slightly at the corners when he meets your gaze, finding you giving him ‘that look’. 

“Somethin’ we can worry about later, babe. I got plenty of rings for now, ‘sides…we still gotta talk to Hoon.” Seokmin sighs beginning to speak, his head nodding as the two of you stand in his dressing room when the door closes causing you both to jump. 

“Yeah, you should’a talked to Hoon a while ago, it seems.” Seokmin’s eyes close to the sound of Jihoon’s voice. There was no way to know how long he had been outside of the door but that didn’t seem to matter anymore. 

Letting go of your hand, Seokmin clears his throat slowly turning to face your brother. “Jihoon, I –” He is cut short by Jihoon’s knuckles meeting his jaw with a loud crack causing you to let out a gasp. 

Seokmin’s first instinct was to fight back, his arms lifting to push Jihoon back, his own fist pulled back ready to make contact with someone he considered not only his boss but his friend. Tears were already on your cheeks as you pushed between them watching Seokmin lower his fist on his own accord. 

“I’m not going to fight you, damn it Jihoon!” Lifting his hand, Seokmin rubs his jaw wincing at the pain that radiates into his neck, turning away from both of you to curse under his breath before speaking louder. “I love her, and I ain’t sorry ‘bout that. So, if that means you gotta throw your fists at me some more, so be it. I’ll take it, I know I went about this all wrong.” 

You weren’t sure who to even give your attention to but when Seokmin groaned in pain, his hand moving over his jaw you couldn’t help but to move to him sliding his hand out of the way so you could look at his face. The skin was already red and you could tell there was some swelling, your brother had always been strong and wasn’t afraid to use his fists when it was needed. Glancing over to him, you watched Jihoon stand stoic, his eyes never leaving you or Seokmin even as your fingers tenderly tried to soothe the man. 

“I should have told you. I know that, alright? You didn’t have to punch him.” Jihoon doesn’t speak, instead he continues to watch as your attention is drawn back to the man in front of you. He watches how you look at him, how Seokmin’s fingers hold your wrist so carefully for a man so much bigger than you. He can see how much you two care about each other but that still didn’t make this okay. 

“Yeah I did. You know I did, and you should’a. We talked about this, Y/N…you know how I feel.” You start to speak but Jihoon lifts his hand moving closer to you and Seokmin, his eyes narrowed. “I think I get the chance to talk a bit, don’t you? I got a lotta catchin’ up to do.” 

Your cheeks were burning, you were angry and embarrassed but you knew he was right. You had hid so much from him. You owed him the chance to speak. Nodding you simply lean against Seokmin, his hand in yours while he also pays close attention to Jihoon trying to to piss him off anymore than he already has. 

“This thing, I dunno how long it’s been goin’ on, but if I had’ta guess it’s been a while.” Scoffing, Jihoon reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, the memories of all the times in the past year he had caught you in different scenarios beginning to make complete sense. “All under my damn nose. Maybe I’m the chump, huh?” 

You knew that was rhetorical but you still shrug making Jihoon suck in a breath and reach out his hand to push his index finger into the middle of your forehead playfully. “Don’t push it. You really love this sap?” 

Jihoon watches a smile spread across your lips that even he can’t help but to feel a bit warmer because of. Your eyes lifting to meet Seokmin’s gaze, who presses his lips together trying to hide his own smile. “Yeah, I love him. I wanna marry him, Hoon. He’s mine…don’t want him with nobody else.” 

Wrinkling his nose, Jihoon didn’t know if he liked the sound of all of that. You were better than this, all of this, but of course you had fallen right into the lap of this world. “And you always get what you want, kid.” Sighing loudly, Jihoon looks at Seokmin before narrowing his eyes almost angrily, his hands lifting expectedly. 

Seokmin glanced at you a bit confused before Jihoon sighed, reaching to smack the man’s head as if to knock some sense into him. “You gonna at least ask? Or I could just knock your head off, your choice Seokmin.” 

You couldn’t help but be slightly amused, your brother using similar words that you had when you had brought up Seokmin asking you to marry you earlier in the day. A pained laugh leaves Seokmin’s mouth lifting his head, his mouth opening and closing to stretch his swollen jaw. Nodding he finally meets Jihoon’s eyes, “Yeah, I’mma ask. I really wanna marry your sister, can I please get your blessing to go ahead with that? ‘Cause I may not have much Jihoon but I still plan on making her a very happy woman.” 

Jihoon could see you were already happy, and to him that was already a pretty big step. He had half a mind to say no, to put you both in your place but watching the way you looked at him with your big puppy dog eyes even he had to melt, an annoyed sigh slipping out of his mouth. “You got my blessing. Don’t keep things from me ever again.” 

Moving from Seokmin you cause your brother to groan out another annoyed sound when you wrap your arms around him hugging him tightly. Only Seokmin sees the smile pull at the other man’s lips when he puts an arm around you holding you closely. “Yeah, yeah. Like I said, you always get what you want, kid.” 

Seokmin grins at the scene leaning his head back against the wall, a wave of relief falling over him when you finally move away from Jihoon and back to him, sitting on his leg. He shakes his head feeling a bit shy knowing your brother is still in the room as your lips brush against yours but he doesn’t pull from the kiss, instead he laughs against your lips hearing Jihoon groan once more then the sound of the door shutting. 

“Told you that you were mine, Lee Seokmin.” 

You smirk on his lips, Seokmin’s fingers pushing against your side as he holds you to him. “That you did, and you’re mine, doll.” 

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So It Goes; Sirius B. 🐇

summary: being sirius black’s illusionist might not require being cut in half, but he finds other ways to challenge you.

word count: ~2K

warnings: pg-13 sexual content, fem!r, illusionist!r, magician!sirius, possessive!sirius, original character (for the plot), blindfold (non-sexual), groping, foreplay

note: i named the oc in this after leon kennedy because i had just watched that video of ethel cain talking abt him so it was the freshest name in my mind. also psa i am not a swiftie i just listen to her music :0

The audience is the third member of every scene. That’s any performer’s rule of thumb. What the watcher feels, where they’ve been, who they are—all of it precedes any preparation you do for a performance, no matter how important it feels.

You like to attribute the feeling to destruction. The crowd takes hard work and taints it with their emotions, taunting you. It’s unbearable.

When you shared that notion with Sirius—loitering backstage before a show—he snickered about it for days on end.

Sirius, in true chaotic fashion, loves the unpredictability of an audience. He’s always been partial to voyeurs—in and out of professional settings—and he likes to be surprised.

What’s worse is that he likes to surprise you.

“Ladies and Gents,” Sirius projects out into the darkness. The double-tiered theater is one of the bigger venues you’ve performed at, seating just shy of three hundred people.

Sirius is perfectly at ease, strolling leisurely across the stage in a tuxedo, the silver image of a charming magician.

“For our next feat, my illusionist and I will need a volunteer.”

Your head snaps toward Sirius—stage smile falling ever so slightly. He’s already looking your way, smug and colored with mischief. He’s improvising.

Reinstating your smile to its full magnitude, you turn it back to the dark theater, watching hands shoot up from every seat. In your peripheral, Sirius retreats upstage, signaling for you to make your selection.

You play up a show of indecisiveness, tapping a manicured nail to your chin. “Hmm. Well, we need someone strong. We wouldn’t want to send anybody to the hospital tonight.”

A few hands drop then, slimming your options down a bit. Good. Eyeing the rows of people, you suddenly find an opportunity to get Sirius back.

“I think I like our friend here in the front,” you drawl, batting your lashes and pointing delicately. “In the suit.”

The man in question raises his brows, looking to his left and right. He’s young and decently handsome, nothing like Sirius, but just good-looking enough to poke the bear. His hand hadn’t been raised, but if Sirius won’t play by the rules then neither will you.

You hum sensually, beckoning him up with a curled finger, which he follows. You’ve been told you have a presence like a viper onstage, like you’re constantly poised for a fatal strike, and you consider that this might motivate people to obey you.

As the well-dressed man steps gingerly off of the top step, you meet him with a hand around his tie, coaxing him further under the intense lights; Sirius does this often when he calls pretty girls onstage, maneuvering them around by the smalls of their backs just to piss you off. Some nights the crowd laughs at their flushed cheeks, other nights they swoon. The group tonight is dead silent, pinned under a mountain of anticipation.

You envy them, considering you know no more about what will happen next than they do. They get to be silent, but for you, the show must go on.

Arriving center stage, you meet Sirius with an unhappy sidelong glance. Your victim sways awkwardly where you’ve parked him.

“Don’t worry, handsome.” You pat his lapel. “Sirius will tell you what we need from you.”

The man laughs nervously, provoking a scatter of teasing giggles from the audience.

You and Sirius trade sides then, circling behind the man like hungry wolves. As he passes you, Sirius slips a silky belt of fabric into your hand, a challenging eyebrow raised.

“Right, sir. What’s your name?”

“Er, Leon,” says the volunteer, his voice shy.

“Leon, everybody!” Sirius booms, throwing his and Leon’s arms open for applause. The crowd whistles their approval. Leon’s face blooms red like the flower in Sirius’ coat pocket, and worse when you step into his space with the blindfold.

“Alright, alright.” Sirius settles the crowd. “My darling assistant has something for you, Leon.”

Quirking a brow, you take your supposed queue, lifting the cloth to his eye level.

“Don’t be scared,” you murmur, just loud enough so that only the three of you on stage can hear. Leon releases a tense breath, holding your gaze.

Watching from beside you, Sirius’ lips pull into a petty smirk.

“Darling, don’t tease him. Let him put the blindfold on you.”

He says it like it’s obvious, as if there’s a clear protocol for the trick that he’s pulling from thin air. The audience is easily fooled by his cool confidence, but your cheeks still flush in embarrassment under your stage makeup.

Leon deflates—counting his blessings, you’re sure. Being unexpectedly blinded in a dark room full of people isn’t exactly calming. Reluctantly, you pile the dark fabric into his palm and turn around, accepting your twisted fate.

“Make sure it’s nice and tight, Leo,” Sirius orders as your eyes are covered. “We can’t have her cheating.”

You huff at that. There’s an entire choreographed illusion being discarded purely for Sirius’ amusement—if anyone’s cheating, it’s him.

Once the blindfold is securely fastened over your eyes, Sirius sets out to assemble the rest of the trick, which includes leading Leon upstage.

“We’ll leave our illusionist up here for a moment,” announces Sirius before he goes. “She’s pretty enough to keep you all entertained.”

Something about his words lights a match in your belly, made all the worse by your impaired vision. Without a means of looking back at the snickering audience, you’re little more than a statue to be gaped at.

Luckily, Sirius is a jealous man, so he doesn’t leave you squirming under their watchful eyes for long. As he takes your waist in a theatrical lead, he whispers silkily into your ear.

“You really know how to pick ‘em, eh?” A shiver creeps down your spine, and you almost trip in your heels. Sirius’ hot breath oozes over you, the hair on the back of your neck picking up. “Let’s hope your aim is as good without your eyes.”

As you ponder whatever that might mean, Sirius disappears, and then returns moments later. Whatever he brings back has the crowd gasping, scandalized or awestruck. It’s all you can do to hope it’s not a live animal.

“Folks,” he begins, and by the sound of it he’s center stage again, keeping the show rolling. “Our next act needs no introduction.”

Sirius comes to you, pressing something cool and heavy into your hands. It only takes you a few seconds to identify it as a bow, and you can’t tamp down your resulting outburst.

“Are you mental?” you hiss at Sirius as he folds an arrow into your free hand. He laughs, mocking your panic. Big hands grip your waist, manhandling you into a proper position, and you're nearly beyond performing, ready to shout at the delighted audience that this is really very scary and they should go home immediately.

Sirius leans in, pressing his chest close to your back, his upstage hand kneading secretly at your hip.

“Leon, are you ready over there?”

Far away, you hear Leon choke nervously. “Er, as I’ll ever be.”

The crowd chitters.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” The smile is audible in Sirius’ voice. He’s getting a kick out of this.

“Of taking an arrow to the head? Yeah.”

Sirius grips your waist tight, feeling over the fabric of your costume bodice, but his voice is opposingly saccharine.

“My girl’s got great aim. She’d never hit you anywhere fatal.”

As the crowd guffaws at Sirius’ dark humor, you bite your lip, figuring there’s no more preamble to delay the inevitable. You notch the arrow into the bowstring and draw.

Barely breathing, you don’t realize that Sirius has left your side until his words register from somewhere else, between you and Leon. You try to listen to what he’s saying, but it’s near impossible to hear over the blood pulsing in your ears.

An arrow-in-the-apple trick isn’t beyond your and Sirius’ skill level, but it is a skill. One that you only know how to do with Sirius, and you’re frantically trying to correct your posture to the height difference Leon has.

“Can I get a countdown from the audience?”

The audience counts ten aching seconds in unison, dread pooling in your gut as they inch closer to one.

By the time they reach the final number you’re shaking, but you loose the arrow without a second thought. It whizzes by your clothed eyes, and a second later thumps into something hollow.

You can hardly breathe, hardly think, putting all your energy into keeping a grip on the hefty bow in your hands.

In the theater, an eruption of cheers commences, and you untie the blindfold as artfully as you can with shaking fingers. The stage lights hit your eyes harshly, leaving the audience a cacophonous void, but you’re more invested in the fate of Leon.

Squinting at the other side of the stage, you don’t find Leon at all, but Sirius standing perfectly still under an arrow-pierced apple. It barely cleared his head.

As your eyes adjust, you find Leon safe and sound in his front row seat, smiling guiltily up at you.

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“I could have killed him.”

The dressing room vanity digs into your ass as Sirius presses you up against it, licking down your neck.

“So?” he replies flippantly, fingering the top of your stockings.

“So?” you repeat, incredulous.

“Yeah, so what? Who cares?”

You grind your teeth to halt your immediate response. He’s baiting you, tricking you into some kind of admission that could feed his jealous instincts.

“I’m not super fond of becoming Mistress Manslaughter,” you joke dryly.

Sirius scoffs into your throat, sucking harshly at a spot below your ear.

“Yeah, right. Like I’d let you do that trick with anyone but me.” He palms your tits to punctuate his statement.

You moan, holding each end of his undone bow tie like a lifeline. His sleek black hair smells ever so slightly of apple, citrusy and sweet.

“Why bring him up at all, then?” you ask. “Why bother?”

Sirius lifts his head, panting.

“Cause, babe. I love a twist ending.” He winks garishly, prompting an eye roll from you. You prepare to return his attitude, but Sirius interrupts you. “I’m through talking about—” a slovenly kiss to your jaw,“—what’s-his-face.”

“Leon.”

Sirius bumps you up onto the vanity surface, pushing his hands up your skirt. His mouth and neck are covered in your red lipstick, his eyes dilated.

“How about you stop saying his name, and start saying mine?”

Lifting an eyebrow, you gently push at Sirius’ shoulders. His breath catches—so subtly you almost miss it, but nevertheless—as he kneels willingly before you.

“How about you give me a reason, and I’ll think about it,” you retort.

Achingly slow, Sirius starts to peel the fabric of your underwear off of your hips. You rest back onto the mirror, slotting a hand into his tousled hair. His mouth bites teasingly at your stockings where his fingers just were, but you know they’ll stay on. He likes them too much to remove them.

As your underwear hits the floor, Sirius slides you to the edge of the table, pinning you under his heated gaze.

“I think I can give you more than one.”

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Alastor’s grip tightened on your hands, urging you to face him. His eyes, a mixture of curiosity and amusement, implored you to continue. You could feel the weight of his gaze, and you knew he wouldn’t let the conversation drop, especially when you had tears threatening to spill from your eyes.  

Forcing a sheepish laugh, you struggled to meet his gaze, feeling vulnerable under his attention. “If tonight, you’d like to make close friends with anyone,” you echoed his words from a previous conversation in the kitchen, “I hope you still visit me once in a while?” Your voice trailed off into a quiet mumble.  

Embarrassment washed over you, spreading like wildfire across your chest and face. You felt utterly pathetic at that moment.  

Alastor pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands firm yet gentle as he forced your head upward to meet his gaze. His grin widened and a glint of playful mischief twinkled in his eyes. “Darling,” he said with a chuckle, “you’d best stay by my side tonight.” He dipped his head low and planted a kiss on your lips. “Lest these ravenous ladies and gents come for my innocence and purity.”  

You blinked in surprise before bursting into laughter at his unexpected response. Innocence and purity were the last words you would use to describe him. “People would certainly question our relationship then,” you replied, your laughter tinged with nervousness, “if I stayed by your side all night.”  

As Alastor kissed you fervently, his words punctuated each embrace. “Then I will stay by your side,” he murmured between kisses, “lest these mongrels and swine dare to lay a hand on what’s mine.” His claws tightened around your hips, and his eyes darkened into a fiery red glow. Pressing his cheek against yours, you could feel the heat of his breath as he spoke.  

“Don’t forget, darling,” he whispered, his voice pitched high as if he were joking around, “you’re mine.” The points of his claws dug into your skin. “Forever,” he hissed, his voice carried a dangerous undertone.  

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Day 21: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!

The women are taking over the club, and Blue is all yours…

Themes: f!reader, Hate sex, mild violence (slapping, choking, pinning each other down, threats), pinv, creampie

A.N: As soon as I saw the prompt for this day I knew it would be Blue 😈 I did indulge with pullin a couple quotes from the movie - I just had to…

Tonight’s plans ran smoother than you could’ve imagined. The clients were gone, there were enough bouncers siding with the ladies for one reason or another, and you had managed to lock Blue in his office while the coop unfolded.

“This isn’t funny!” His incessant banging grated against your triumphant mood. “Whoever did this is gonna pay I’m warning you!”

The other ladies looked around nervously, their gazes eventually settling on you. You had become the organizer of this night and while they had shown great bravery already the scars Blue had left were more than skin deep. Looking over the group you gave a nod and a wicked grin “I’ve got him, gents just make sure he doesn’t leave that office when we open the door alright?” A couple of the large guards nodded and moved to stand behind you.

You took a deep breath to steel your nerves before unlocking and opening the door. Blue’s fury dampened at the sight of the two huge guards flanking you. “A word?” You say calmly and motioned to the office behind him. He straightened his tie with a huff and stepped aside. “Gentlemen, I’ll call for you if I need you. And remember, he doesn’t leave unless I say so.” The guards nod again and shut the door behind you.

“You think you really got me huh?” His voice dark and low as he paced back to his desk to the rather large glass of wine he’d been neglecting while banging for his freedom. He drank deep and nearly snarled at you with his next words, “So what now? You bitches really think you can take this place over?”

“Oh Blue” you tut while sauntering toward him “we already have.” A smile spread across your face as you slouched in his office chair. Well, your chair now…

He takes another deep drink, emptying his glass and leans in mere inches from you. “And you locked yourself in my office with no protection.” His head tilted as his anger seethed “Your first mistake.”

Holding his gaze you slowly stand, eye to eye and toe to toe. His anger roiled just below the surface at your boldness, and you reveled in it. “No Blue, your first mistake is threatening the new Lady of the House.” You place a hand on his shoulder and draw lazy lines through the rumpled fabric. “Well, maybe it’s actually this atrocious suit-“

Your insult cut short with his hand around your throat and slammed you down onto the desk. Your back hit the wood with a thud and your legs went wide as he slotted himself between them and stood over you “You think your cute huh?”

The office door burst open, your guards aiming their pistols at Blue. He jumped, snapped out of the spell his anger held him under and released his grip.

“Gentlemen, I’m fine.” You soothe as you sit up on an elbow and turn to them. “This is a hard adjustment for our friend here, he’s just processing. May we have the room?” The guards weary gazes flickered between the two of you. “I’ve got everything under control.” You reassure and wave them out with a flick of your wrist. They hesitate but do as their mistress asks and shut the door behind them. A wide grin spreads across your face as your gaze locks with Blue’s.

“You…. You dismissed them?” His confused tone and expression pulled a chuckle from your throat.

“Oh Blue, you’ve got no idea how much I’m protecting you do you?” You purr as you sit up slowly, pressing your thighs tight against his legs and your lips ghosting over his. “Those women out there want your head on a stick…” you touch the tip of his nose with yours “but I don’t like things to go to waste.”

“What are you playing at-“ he went to back away but your legs locked around his waist and pull him flush against you.

“You need to listen carefully Blue.” Your singsong tone edged with danger as you caressed his jaw. “Things have changed honey.” Deft fingers tightened on his jaw “The show might’ve been yours, but the girls and you, are mine.”

Fire danced behind his eyes as you threw words he’d often used against you and the other girls back at him. “You’d keep me around for what?”

“Why, you’re my toy honey…” your hand dropped slowly from his jaw, tracing lines down his jacket and rested across his stiffened length. “Well, this is anyway.”

He leaned forward, snatched your bottom lip between his teeth and bit just hard enough to draw blood. You gasped for a moment at the pain but threw your other hand around the back of his neck to keep him there. “You think that’s a smart idea?”

You hand around his cock works slowly over his belt and down his zipper to free him. “Probably not,“ He pulses in your hand as you pull your soaked panties aside and press the fat tip to your entrance. “But why throw away such a good fucktoy huh?” Your legs clenched around him pushing him to the hilt into your slick core.

His groan sounded almost pained as he pressed his forehead against yours “Always so fucking tight.” He murmured. You smirked despite your own uneven breathes and clenched down around the stretch eliciting a moan from both of you. His lips upturned in a snarl as he slapped you and gripped your throat. “You fucking -“

“Careful-“ you rest your hand over his. “You serve at my pleasure now…”

“Don’t worry I know exactly how you like it.” His hand remained around your throat as he pushed you flush against the desk and slammed into your heat. “Rough.” His grip tightened as the other found your clit and swirled around it at a frantic pace.

Your cries were muffled in your throat as you arched off the desk. Your orgasm matched the savagery of his pace as the edges of your vision darkened. A soft tap on his wrist and he slowed his tempo as he looked down at you with a smirk. He released your throat and leaned to nip at your shoulder, “Coming already?” He teased.

“You better hope so.” You grab his tie and pull him up till his lips met yours. The kiss was consuming, bruising as you pushed against him to sit up. “Get in the chair.” Your shove landed him back into the plush chair behind him.

He landed with a thud and a smirk that you were determined to wipe off his face. His girth stood glistening with your juices as he adjusted, and fucking waggled it at you. “Come on doll, it’s right here.”

“Blue…” your tone darkened as you straddled and sank onto him. You sighed at the stretch of him sinking into your channel again and whispered “You shake that at me again and I’ll let them cut it off.”

He smirked, grabbed your hips and bucked up hitting that delicious spot deep in your core. “You’d never.” His hips snapped at a punishing pace as you leaned your head back enjoying yourself. The sight of you bouncing over his cock almost had him coming.

Your head reeled from the pleasure and when you looked down anger roiled with that pleasure in your belly at the condescending smirk of his lips. You slapped him sharply and this time it was your hand around his throat while he fucked into you.

Another snarl replaced his grin as he pounded faster. “That’s, right,” you huff as he punches the air out of your lungs with his fervor. “Good, toy ah!”

His thumb found your clit again. You tightened your grip, his face blushed red from effort and loss of oxygen. All at once your orgasm ripped through your body sending you collapsing into him. His breathy laugh shifted to a wrecked groan as his own release filled your fluttering heat.

Exhausted and sweaty you pulled away, sitting upright and keeping him planted inside your cunt. You reached out and gripped his jaw almost painfully “You’re mine, and if you need a stronger reminder of that you let me know. Okay?”

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Taglist: @melodygatesauthor @lunar-ghoulie @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

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One night with Mary Goore

4084 words

Summary: You go to a death metal show and meet Mary Goore, you soon find out how much you want each other. Notes: One night With Mary Goore - This series has started due to feeling creatively sapped with my other fics - wanted to get my hands "Dirty?!" is that the word? haha! Enjoy.

WARNINGS: Smut, One Night Stands, Sexy Times, Fucking, Bathroom Sex, Exhibitionism

One Night With: Mary Goore

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You were about done getting ready to head out to a local gig. You had picked out a little black velvet dress, your hair tumbled down your shoulders like waves in the ocean, your eyes covered in deep black eyeshadow, and your bright lipstick burned into your skin like shimmering rose petals. You looked good, like a vision of death herself. You had been looking forward to the show tonight, it wasn’t often that the local venue had Death Metal bands playing in your hometown, and you were looking forward to letting your hair down and enjoying your favourite genre of music, even if you hadn’t heard of any of the bands on the line up, you knew you would have fun.

You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and called for a cab. It was not long until you were at the venue, tonight was one of those nights where the venue was packed full, the only ladies in sight seem to be the ones with their partners. You though, you were ballsy, headstrong and it didn’t bother you if some gent came up to you unrequested, you knew how to get him to leave you alone. You did this often, and you never felt like you needed company to enjoy a show. You were here to enjoy the music and unwind, and that is about it.

You headed to the bar and got yourself a drink, “Vodka and Coke, please”. The bartender just looked at you, smiled and nodded his approval. you go to this venue a lot and by now you were coming up to speaking terms with the bar staff. It was always the same dude, and you were sure he knew your order off by heart by now, but you still asked politely as you always did.  While you were waiting for him to return with your drink you stood watching him as he made it up, counting out the cash you would need to pay him when you were rudely interrupted “Hey Hey Hey, Can I get a beer? We have got to go on stage soon” You glance to your left and meet the gaze of the man stood next you. He looks at you with a ridiculous smirk on his face, you look him up and down. He was heavily covered in stage make up, pale as night with bright red fake blood dripping down his face, His raven black hair covering up most of his face and his t-shirt torn but fitted and his jeans just as ripped up. “He’s just grabbing me a drink; He won’t be a minute” you say to him with a polite smile, trying give the bar man a little space. “Oh, is he… isn’t he lucky” He smiled at you. “ALSO, get this lady another one of what she ordered too, stick it on my tab with the beer.”  He cheekily winked at you. You could not help but smile at how forward he was, you almost had to hold back from laughing at him. you took your drinks from the bar man, nodding thanks to both, and found yourself a decent spot for the show.

You stood by yourself enjoying the support act for the night, they were another heavy death metal band that you did not quite catch the name of. They were heavy, and you liked how much energy they were giving off. It was not long until you noticed the guy from the bar was walking around, almost strutting with confidence oozing from him and talking to a few people who were dotted around the venue, he was making his way around the room greeting people and handing out flyers. You stood watching him, averting your gaze from the band currently giving it their all on stage. He was hot you thought to yourself, and clearly very sure of who he was. He moved on to talk to another person who was closer to you, they began talking and you could just see him over the man’s shoulder, they both stood laughing, and his face lit up when he handed the man a flyer. you kept watching with intrigue when suddenly, he spotted you looking at him and that cheeky devilish smile appeared back on his face. He finished talking to the man he was currently having a conversation with, glancing at you in-between talking, like he wanted to see if you were still checking him out and since he had now noticed where you were standing, he made his move towards you.

“Hey beautiful, you come here often?” He smiled.

You laugh out a response at the weak chat up line. “I do… But I have never seen you here before.”

“I am Mary… My bands Repugnant, we are headlining tonight’s show.” He said puffing out his chest to make himself look good. “You look good by the way, very pretty” he smiled with his eyebrows raised and your cheeks flushed red, before you knew it you were both talking about your favourite subject, music. You were both laughing at your similar tastes and how much going to these shows meant a lot to you both because you both loved the death metal scene you were both drawn to.  You both stood talking for a while until Mary noticed one of his band mates gesturing to him to come over.

“I have got to go; we go on soon but are you going to be hanging around after the show? I will buy you another drink” He smiles at you with another devilish grin that leaves you wondering what was going through his mind.

“It depends on how good you are on stage…  I guess.” you smile back, laughing at your own sarcasm.

“I guess, I’ll see you after my set then…” He laughs, cocky as well as headstrong. It looked good on him.

The band on stage finishes and you see the techs setting up the stage during turn around, you don’t see Mary again until his bands intro begins to play. You can feel butterflies flying around your stomach at a million miles an hour, you were intrigued to see him on stage. After all he had made his band sound awesome, He was hot as fuck too… Why wouldn’t you be?

The stage went black as the introduction played out, you could hear the rustle of the crowed as the energy began to build in the room and then suddenly, the band members appeared on stage bathed in red light. All you could hear was the sound of people cheering around you as Mary took the lead. The sound was powerful, captivating, drawing the audience in and wrapping them up in the band’s performance, Mary began letting out screams that could have summoned Satan himself. You liked their strong presence on stage, they did not stand back in the dark. Even though the lighting was dark and dull you could feel the energy ripping through your body as they played and Mary, well Mary looked like he could have been an angel in the body of the devil himself and he more than intrigued you at this point. The lights flash, the drums and guitar pounding to the beat and Mary’s voice echoed through the venue. You could feel your core getting wet as you watched him taking command of the stage, he was good at what he did, he had every right to be that cocky shit he seemed to be when you talked.

You stood at the back your gaze firmly on him, and then he let out a deafening scream... His gaze shifted upwards from his guitar, looking for yours finding you instantly as he let the scream rip through him. Again, showing you his cocky side. You bite your lip, hardly able to control his intense stare and his screams at the same time. He was making you melt, and he could see it. How could he miss it?

They played their hour-long set, and You enjoyed every moment of it, but your underwear did not enjoy it as much as you did. You were wet, you could feel the wetness forming in your panties. The excitement from the show was clear, and you knew that he could tell how excited he made you. It was written across his cocky face as he looked at you with purpose. He wanted you, and he could tell you wanted him too.

After they had finished playing you made your way to the bar and ordered another drink, you stood waiting, thinking if hanging around is the right choice. As you stood nursing your drink, you lost track of everything around you and stood in your own thoughts, but you were quickly pulled from that when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a sweaty Mary looking at you with a smile on his face. His face paints now smeared all over his face, He looked even hotter the messier he got.

“I told you you wouldn’t leave…” he laughed. You smiled at him, nudging him. “You're so cocky Mary…” you laugh back at him.

“But you like that about me, don’t you? He grinned and without pausing he continued “Why don’t we get out of here? I have a few hours before I need to be back for the bus... We are playing some other city tomorrow.”

You look at him trying to figure him out and decided to throw caution to the wind, what did you have to lose? Nothing. It was not often you were adventurous; it was not often you let your hair down.

“Okay” you looked at him and smiled. You finished your drink and you and Mary head for the venue door. “I know a little bar around the corner we could hangout in. it’s quiet, and the jukebox is impressive.” You say to him with a smile.

As you both head out the venue door, Mary grabs your arm and pulls it into his tucking it under his arm. “So, this bar… You say its quiet, how quiet?” he askes curiously, you smile back at him wondering what he was he was planning for you both. “It’s normally pretty dead, I’m sure we could most likely grab a booth in the corner” you say to him with a little smug smile. “Great, I want you all to myself” He responds. Just him saying that sends a shock of warmth through your core. You can’t tell if he’s teasing or if he’s being truthful, your mind wonders too what you could both get up to in the next few hours alone with each other.

Arriving at the bar Mary opens the door for you, watching you intently as you smile at him as you enter the bar area. It was just as you thought, it was quiet, just a few people around. “You go grab us a booth, I’ll get us drinks. Make sure we are alone! I don’t want us to be disturbed” Mary says to you with an evil grin. You sit down in the corner booth; nobody can see you both from here and you were pretty sure that nobody would bother you. It wasn’t long until Mary appeared with drinks for you both and he slid into the booth next you and without even a thought he placed his hand on your knee. You both sat discussing the tour his band are currently on, and Mary was telling you how well it was going and that he felt like a big change was coming, like something might finally be happening for them. You smile sweetly at him, you could tell he was proud of his music, you could tell it was his passion as he told you all about it. His face glowed when he spoke about his music, and it was electric. It wasn’t long until his attention was fully turned to you, and the hand on your lap was moving closer and closer to your core. You didn’t stop him; you just went with the flow. It felt good to feel his hands on you, to feel the heat from his hands, and he looked at you with purpose every time your eyes locked. Like he was going to take you and make you his, and you would happily oblige him.

You move your leg onto his lap, and you move in closer to him, he was radiating warmth and you felt yearning for him. He felt like a warm blanket that you just wanted to wrap around you. You give him a sultry look, looking at him to close the gap between you both. He cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in to kiss you but he didn’t… he stopped right before your lips met and he just held you there... you could feel the tension building between you both as you could both feel the warm breath of the other on each other’s lips. “You’re so pretty, such a pretty girl” he whispered to you as he held your face to his... your eyes both never leaving the other. He broke the gaze with a lick, licking your soft lips instead of kissing them. All you could do was bite your lip back at him, the teasing was becoming too much for you, your flushed cheeks said it all.

“Mm... You taste good…” he whispers to you.

“Mary, stop teasing…” you smile at him.

“Tell me what you want then pretty girl?” he replied.

“You, Mary.” your confession echoing in your ears.

He closes the gap, kissing you hard and sliding his tongue into your mouth... just enough to let you taste him as your tongues intensely dance with each other. His hand moves to the back of your head, and you move your head back allowing him to kiss you deeper, harder. He pulls your hair, letting you know that you’re his tonight. It wasn’t long until that hand on your lap decides to wander closer to your core, his hands reaching your panties and he can feel your heat growing “You’re so wet for me already… Naughty girl” He hums in your ear but by this point all you wanted to do was be on top of him, under him or anyway else he wanted you. He begins to rub circles through your panties, your core instance wanting his. You kiss him harder as you use your foot on his lap to rub circles on his crotch through his jeans, he was hard, ready, primed for you and you could feel him growing harder the longer you both sat teasing one another.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane… What am I supposed to do with this” he laughs at you, his gaze looking down at his pants. His hard cock fully formed and pressing hard against his tight jeans.  

You just smile at him. “Follow me” you whisper to him cheekily. You got to your feet and adjusted your dress and walked firmly across the bar to where the bathrooms were. Mary could see where you were heading and followed you slowly behind with a look of wanting written across his face... like a pray animal stalking its victim.

You enter the bathroom and stood by the sinks looking into the mirror as Mary walked in behind you. You hear the click of the door, As Mary found the lock. He stood at the door, just watching you in the mirror. Your breathing heightened from the excitement; your gazes met through the mirror on the wall. It only took him two steps to reach you, he stood behind you while you still faced the mirror. He pushed your hair out of the way and buried himself into your neck, Kissing, biting… a moan slips from your lips, and you can tell this is going to heat up quickly, that this was going to be instance and you expected nothing less from him.  He lifts your dress while his face is still buried into your neck, he slaps your ass and gives it hard squeeze, pushing you against the sink you stood in front of just so he can squeeze that bit harder. His name slips from your breathless lips, and he stops and looks at you in the mirror.

“Do you want me pretty girl? Do you want me to fuck you? You’ve made me so hard that I can promise you it will be rough. Tell me you want me?” he whispered into your ear, still biting, and nipping you as he hushed out words to you.

“Mary…. I want you Mary… please”.

That was all he needed to hear, and his hand reached around in front of you, pulling up your dress to reveal your panties, he slapped your ass again...

 “Take them off…” he grunted at you.

You slowly pull down your panties, and Mary huffed, too impatient to wait and began to help you pull them down. You step out of them and return to looking in the mirror at him, he looks at you and grins and you smile back at him, your sultry eyes piercing into him.

He reaches around the front of you, finding your mound... using his two middle fingers to open you up for him “You’re so wet, So wet for me. Urgh, you’re so fucking hot… How am I supposed to leave you after this?” he whispers in your ear as he begins to circle your clit using his thumb. You moan at how responsive his fingers are, pushing yourself back into him, feeling his hard cock through his jeans on your rear... rubbing yourself onto him as he circles your clit, adding pressure, just enough for you to feel your slick becoming all too much. You stop and turn yourself around to face him, you needed him desperately and without a second thought your hands were on the button of his jeans... pulling them open as you both fall into a deep kiss. His cock sprang free, and Mary moaned against your lips at his newfound freedom. You reach between you both, finding his cock and begin to play with him... breaking your kiss to lick your hand, you put your hands around him and begin to play with him. His lips return to yours as he moans through as you begin to find a pace that keeps him on the edge of wanting you.

“Urghhh… turn around, turn around I want to fuck you” he moaned into your mouth. You turn around again, watching him in the mirror as he kisses into your neck. “Bend over pretty girl… I’m going to fuck you so hard” he instructs you. You lean onto the sink, pushing your butt into him, feeling his hard cock pushing against you. You watch him as he begins to line himself up to you, and within what felt like an eternity, he pushed into you… your eyes rolling back into your head as he stretches you out, your back arching as you finally feel the fullness of his cock inside you. “Fuck… you’re so tight, you feel so good...” He whispers to you. He begins to move, thrusting with purpose, thrusting hard… making you moan and cry out his name as his cock hits your sweet spot. All that can be heard in the bathroom is the echoing slaps as he pounds himself into you. He gathers up your hair, and pulls it, pulling your head up to meet his gaze in the mirror “Watch me, you slut... watch me fuck you”. Your eyes meet his, watching him move with purpose as he bites his lip, chasing his own orgasm. “Spread your legs, wider, play with yourself” he instructs you one more.  You move your hand to your core, finding your clit and you thumb circles into yourself, getting rougher and rougher as your orgasm builds, matching Mary’s pace.

“Mary… Mary... I’m going to cum” you echo out to him.  “No, No, you wait for me little slut…”  He continues to move, hard and fast... and then he stops. Dropping your hair and pulling out of you, you moan at the loss of him, he turns you around to face him and kisses you deep as he picks you up, placing you onto the sink. “Spread your legs baby, wide” you oblige, not wanting to waste time, not wanting to lose the chase you were building, and he pushes back into you... your body shuddering against his as you feel him enter you deep... you could feel the heat radiating off him as your bodies press together and he begins to drill into you again... “I’m close baby, so close” he whispers into your ear. You run your hands through his hair as you hold onto him, every nerve ending in your body was reacting to him. Your orgasm so close that you didn’t think it was possible to stop yourself from letting go any more “Mary, Mary… I’m going to cum, please, can I? I don’t think I can… wait any longer Mary” you whisper to him.  He looks at you, with a devilish grin, his eyes saying everything you needed him to say... He pounds faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over as your orgasm builds and you feel your whole-body shudder and as your core tightens against him as you let go... “Fuck… baby... urghhh” He whispers at you as your orgasm races through you, milking him for everything he has. You feel him stiffen against you, his body letting go, spilling himself into you as he collapses against you. You both stand there for a while, catching your breath as you can feel him coming down from his orgasm. You both saw stars, it was intense. He lifts his head up, peeling himself off your shoulder and he looks at you with a smile. “Fuck, you’re so hot” he says to you slapping your thigh, you run his hands through your hair and give him a kiss on the forehead. He pulls out of you, and you moan at the loss between your legs as you feel him spilling out of you and your eyes meet again. Another dirty smile from him.  He walks into the stall and cleans himself up, putting his cock back into his ripped jeans... he retrieves wipes for you… “Open your legs for me baby…” he says to you and cleans you up, picking up your panties from the floor and returning them around you.

“Let’s go…” He looks at you. “I don’t have long until I need to be back at the bus” You look at him with a little sad smile, and he leans into hug you as you put his hair back into place. He picks you up off the side and returns you to your standing position as you pull your dress back into its place. You leave the bathroom first and return to your booth. Mary follows, stopping by the bar to get you both drinks and slides back into the booth next to you. You rest your head onto his shoulder as you both drink still catching your breath from your bathroom escapades. Mary pulls his phone from his pocket, 3 missed calls. You watch him as he texts, placing your hand on his lap as he replies to his missed messages. He throws the phone on the table with a smile and kisses you on the forehead as you both sit together in the company of the other. No words needed, just sharing the afterglow of your time together.  “Look, I need to go...” He says to you, you look at him and smile... “Can I see you again?” he asks. You sit up and take his phone from the table and put in your number. “Text me later” you say to him as you hand him back his phone.  He smiles at you and puts his phone back into his pocket. He leans in and gives you a deep kiss, one that was meant to cause wanting, a want that successfully achieved its purpose sending your stomach to fill you with butterflies at his touch.  Breaking the kiss “I’ll text you later then” He smiled pulling himself to his feet, and taking one more look at you before walking off into the night…

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How abouut…. Bakugo with black reader grumbling about getting dragged to the club but you try to convince him that it’ll be fun bc he’ll be with the guys while you stick with the girls and it’ll be a cute lil outting for y’all. he gets irritated but figures he should go bc you’re looking like 🔥sin🔥 in that black dress and he would want to be around just in case anyone tries it but he honestly gets more than he bargains for when he sees u throwin it back w the girls and it’s over when he sees someone approaching you and now he’s tight bc he’s gotta drag u out the club and show youre his 👀👀, just a thought 👉🏽👈🏽🥺

Oh...oh hell yeah, this is perfect!!! Like this was my face when I read the request:

Little Black Dress ┆ K. Bakugou

Pairing : Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Black!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

cw: alcohol mentions, unprotected sex, choking, cockwarming, oral (fem. giving), overstim, fingering, impact-play, slut-calling, some aftercare, praise, some degradation, smut (obviously) MDNI

All characters are aged up!!

Author’s note: soooo, this was originally gonna be a headcannon/drabble post, but I REALLY liked this request so I decided to turn it into a short fic, I hope you enjoy‼️<3

Minors Do Not Interact // 18+

“Why the hell are we even going?” Katsuki uttered loud enough for you to hear, causing you to sigh from the bathroom.

“Katsu, c’mon! Mina invited us out so we could finally get a fuckin’ break. You can hang with the guys, I hang with the girls, we all can drink, dance, get lit. It’s gonna be fun,” you said as Katsuki made a ‘tch’ sound from your shared bedroom.

Mina had invited you, Katsuki, Kirishima, Deku, Ochacco, Kaminari, Jirou, Hagakure, and Sero out to the club to get sort of an escape from the day-to-day hero life. Obviously after tonight, and the morning after you nursed your hangovers, it would be back to business.

“Ok, how do I look?” Katsuki’s eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw you. Your curves filled out the silk, black dress, it stopping at mid-thigh, dipped low in the front, backless, and only held up on you by a few strings.

Katsuki looked at you like you were straight up sin, and goddamn, did he wanna be a sinner right now.

“Still don't wanna go?” you asked cockily, leaning against the doorframe, resting your hand on your hip. You could see him subtly shift in his seat as his eyes flit from your chest, to your hips, then slowly up to your face.

“Tch, c’mon n’ let’s go, ya cocky lil shit,”

So there you all were, the smell of sweat, sex, and alcohol wafting through the air. You and the crew stood in front if the bustling club, live with energy. You and Mina we're going to practically buzzing with excitement. Glasses of sickly sweet drinks were poured, making the person who ingested them feel light and airy, like they were on top of the world.

“Alright ladies n’ gents, let's go get some shots cause I'm tryna drunk n’ nasty,” she spoke, sending a wink to Kirishima, making him wink right back.

“Do not make babies on the dancefloor, I beg of you,” Sero mumbled as you laughed, grabbing Mina’s hand, then she grabbed Ochacco’s, who grabbed Hagakure’s, who then grabbed Jirou’s as you all head to the bar, leaving the guys stuck.

Soon, drinks were poured, music was bumping, people were dancing and having a good time, as they should. The honey-colored liquid made your head float as you moved your body with your friends to the bass thumping through the club.

You were feeling the music, the fun, having a great time, but there was one issue. Katsuki hadn’t been paying you attention all night. He only really conversated when you stopped at the bar to get another drink, or whenever you and the girls took a break from dancing. The thought made you subtly pout in frustration.

You began to move your hips provocatively, wining and twisting your lips, hypnotizing anyone who looked. This caused a bit of an uproar, seeing as more and more people began to crowd around you, hyping you up. Katsuki heard the commotion on the floor, eyebrow raising as he wondered what the hell was going on. He moved past the people, subtly not-so-subtly shoving past people. Once he saw, his eye twitched in irritation.

You, his girl, his woman, was in the center of the floor putting on a show for everyone to see. You were throwing ass so disrespectfully in that dress, he was surprised the cops weren’t called for disrespectful-ass throwing. Katsuki watched silently, feeling his blood boil while perverted eyes watched you, lusted for you. How dare they? You were his, and his only.

His final straw was when someone, a man, slinked closer to you. Katsuki couldn't tell who he was, or what he looked like, due to the lighting of the club. He watched as the guy stuck out a hand, reaching for your ass.

“Oh, hell no,” the blond thought to himself, angrily trudging over to you. You glanced, seeing Katsuki getting closer.

“Kats-”

“Shut up, we need to talk,” you couldn't even get a word out, you were too busy being dragged to the back of the club, down the dark hallway, and into the bathroom, the door licking behind the both of you.

“Have you lost, you're fuckin’ mind?!” he exclaimed as you winced at his tone, it making your head pound.

“Shhhhh, you're so loudddd. Besides, don't even know why y’ care. Y’ haven't been payin’ me no attention allllll night. What, cause I put on a little show, it's an issue?” you asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shut as he breathed out deeply.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, obviously being over this bullshit.

“Mmkay, while you're in here havin’ your bitch fit, I'm gonna go out n’ continue to par-” his hand slammed up, blocking you from the doorway. You looked at his hand and arm like it was a foreign object, wondering what the hell he thought this was.

“Uh, excuse me? I don't know who the hell you think you blo...” you sentence trailed off as you looked into his eyes, them darkened with lust. He looked down at you, the way your brown skin looked in the red lights of the bathroom, the way that little, black dress fit tightly in all the right places.

“You,” he gripped your waist, turning you and pinning you against the sink counter.

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere. You wanna put on a show for everybody to see what's mine? Fine, I'll show you why you're mine,” all of a sudden, your hands were being pinned on the counter, hissing as a shooting pain going up your spine, asscheek throbbing.

“Katsu-”

“Shut it, slut. I obviously gotta remind you who you belong to since you wanna act out,” he bent you over farther, smacking your ass again, earning a shocked gasp from you. There was something different in his eyes, something feral. It made your thighs mush together as you felt your core pooling with heat.

He smacked your ass again, a slight moan escaping your mouth from the pleasurable pain. His hand trailed down your spine, flipping up the back of the dress, seeing your panty-less behind.

“N’ you got the nerve to not wear panties either? Oh, baby,” he leaned down, close to your ear while grabbing your hair to pull you back.

“I'm gonna fuck you nice and good,”

Katsuki’s hand tightened around your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. You squealed loudly as you felt Katsuki’s fingers plunging into you, curling and hitting against all the right spots.

“Ngh! Kats-shit!” You exclaimed, biting your lips as Katsuki’s fingers moved faster and faster.

“Look at you, takin’ these fingers like a fuckin’ slut. Show me how good it feels, baby,” he commanded in your ear as your eyes rolled, letting out a loud moan, clutching his hand that was placed on your waist.

He bit his lip at the sight of you, his lover, melting at his touch and begging him to slow down. It made his bulge throb against the fabric of his pants.

“Mmm, look at you babygirl, look at how pretty you look,” your head hung low as you breathed deeply, your legs shaking and your core throbbing as you juices ran down your legs and onto his fingers.

“You heard me, slut,”

Suddenly, your head was yanked up by your hair, Bakugou forcing you to look at yourself.

“When I tell you to fuckin’ do somethin’, you take orders like a hood little slut, you hear?” He asked as you mumbled something unintelligible.

“Oi,” he smacked the side of your face, yanking you back roughly and then gripping around your jaw, holding your face class to his.

“You should know, I don’t like fuckin’ repeatin’ myself. When I tell you to fuckin’ do somethin’, you do it. You fuckin’ understand?” He asked, gripping around your neck.

“Yes!” You cried as Katsuki smacked your ass with thunder hard force.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes daddy!” You exclaimed as he chuckled menacingly, licking his lips mischievously.

“Good, goood girlll, such a good girl. In fact,” you heard the sound of a zipper unzipping and something, thick, hard, and throbbing against your asscheek.

“You feel what you do to me, slut? Hmm?” He asked, smacking his shaft against your ass.

“Answer me,” another hard slap to your ass.

“Fuck! Yes!” You exclaimed.

“You want me to fuck you? Hmm?” He asked, biting his bottom lip as he rubbed the tip against your swollen, wet folds.

“Yes,” you muttered, barely audible.

You yelped out in pain as he smacked your ass.

“I can’t hear you, slut. Say it again for me, you want me to fuck you?” He asked.

“Yes,” you spoke, a little louder this time.

Another smack, a burning hot sensation that brought tears to your eyes.

“Louder, baby,”

“Yes!” Another hard slap again.

“Louder, slut,” he smacked your ass roughly as you choked back a sob, feeling your ass throbbing.

“Yes! God, fuck me!” You whined loudly as Katsuki chuckled, subtly rubbing your abused ass.

“Of course I’ll fuck you, babe. But first,” you were forced on your knees, gripped by the back of your neck, and forced to look up at Katsuki.

“You’re gonna take care of the shit you caused,” he said, smacking his tip against your lips.

“Open,” you obliged.

“Get to it, and if you stop, I’ll face fuck you until you’re fuckin’ crying,” you immediately got to it, working both your hands, mouth, and tongue around his shaft, teasing his tip and gagging around his length.

“Ahhhh, fuck, baby. That fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned, his head falling back in pleasure as he held your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. You moaned around the base of him as you deepthroat him, not helping but to touch yourself as the faces and noises he was making.

“Yeah, that’s it bitch, c’mon. Suck that dick like your life fuckin’ depends on it,” you gagged again as you pulled back, globs of spit and precum dripping down your chin.

“C’mon, sexy bitch, keep goin’ until I cum all over that mouth and those pretty tits of yours,” you began to suckle his balls, jerking him off and massaging the tip of him, his head falling back as he let out a loud moan.

“Yeahhhh, baby, c’mon, c’mon, just like-AH!” Katsuki felt himself throb in your mouth, him hunching over you and letting out a slight whimper as he came down your throat, pulling out of your mouth as cum came spurting out onto your lips and chest.

“Get up, ‘n turn the fuck around, I’m not done with you yet,” you stood, turning so your back faced him and he bent you over, the cool ceramic porcelain of the sink making you nipples hard because of the cold.

Without warning, Katsuki slammed into you, making you scream. He pulled you back by your neck, choking you as he thrust roughly into you.

“Ahh! Katsukiiii!” You whined as your ass clapped and jiggled against him.

“Yeah? That feel good?” He asked as you moaned, nodding.

“Tell me,”

“Feels so good! Your d-dick ‘s so good!” You moaned as he bit his lip, groaning lowly in your ear.

“Yeah? I’m the only one who can give you dick this good, huh?” He asked.

“Yesss! Only you-FUCK!” You yelled as he hit that spot, making you take it.

“Mmm, you’re the only one I want, the only one I wanna give this dick to, the only one who I know can take it like a good girl,” Katsuki praised as you moaned, feeling a knot in your stomach building up.

“K-Kats! ‘M ‘gna cum!” You mewled as Katsuki tilted your head back, kissing you sloppily.

“Cum for me then, baby. Keep takin’ that dick, just like that. You take it so good, baby, I’m so proud of you. Cum, cum for me,” he gently coaxed as the knot in your stomach finally realeased, your vision scattering with white dots and your voice leaving your body as you began to orgasm, Katsuki still stroking in and out of you.

“Take it, take it baby, ‘cause I’m not stoppin’ til I cum in that sweet, pretty little pussy of yours,” your eyes rolled back as you begged him to slow down but he kept the pace.

“Ahhhh! Katsukiiiiii!” You cried, feeling your legs shake as you creamed down your legs and all over his dick.

“Yessss, yes baby, fuck!” He hissed, leaning forward and pressing his chest against your back, holding you close, massaging your tits as he came inside you, shooting his load into you as he groaned in your ear, catching his breath.

“K-Kats,” you slurred, feeling drowsiness overwhelm you.

“I know…I know. Here, lemme clean you,” Katsuki then grabbed a few paper towels and wiping up the mess on your legs, face and chest.

He then kissed your swollen ass, softly rubbing the abused flesh. He then stood up, kissing your softly.

“You ok?” He asked as you slumped forward, breathing deeply against his chest. He chuckled, kissing your forehead. He slipped off your heels and fixed himself, picking you up bridal style as he carried you out of the club bathroom.

“Where have you guys be-ohhhhh,” Denki wiggled his eyebrows as Katsuki knowingly as the blond mouthed ‘shut the fuck up’, and his ignored all of the playful taunts towards him.

“Jeez, Bakugou, knocked her out, huh?” Kirishima asked as the blond scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah, but it just lets all these other fuckers know that nobody can have her, also,” Bakugou smiled smugly.

“Nobody can beat the pussy up like me,”