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brainrotsova · 4 months ago

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Notes: I've been fantasizing about this moment quite often and I just had to put out somewhere. Sova content is minimal and you know it's a 'be the change you want to see in the world' type of deal now hahah.

Summary: A drunk Sova and gn!reader spending time together and eventually sharing a moment of heat.

Content warning: - Mentions of battle - Guns and shooting - Alcohol / drunkenness - Public/bathroom sex

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It is currently 16:23 or 4:23 PM on Bind. The Northern African heat in Rabat feels unfamiliar to the agents present. Each of you are longing to finish the job quickly. Brimstone, Sova, Jett, Killjoy and you are most likely sweating in your tactical gear. You are hoping, no... Praying for a cold breeze to catch on before the battle. Aside from the heat, the smell of spices and the colorful buildings makes you wonder what this place is like when the evacuated civilians return to this spot to resume life. Sad that Kingdom Industries made this place so much more... well industrial.

"Brimstone, after we win, I'll buy you a drink if you share a memory with us." the voice of the intercom sounds pleasant in your ear-piece. The sweet and playful tone of the Slavic man was a nice distraction from the oppressive heat.

Brimstone chuckles and replies "You got it, Sova. However, I do want to extend this invitation to others here too. The more the merrier."

"I couldn't agree more." Sova replies back.

Before any other agents can reply to the invitation, another voice goes through. "I see multiple enemies on B! I need back up!". Jett is currently on the B site holding a defensive angle for the long sandy corridor. While Killjoy is hiding to either back up Jett or react to her turret keeping an eye on the elevated spot. Your muscles start tensing up and you run towards your new defensive position. Brim is just behind you and is bringing up the new coordinates on his device to smoke off the attackers for easier kills.

Sova on the other hand decided to push deeper into A site to make a flank from behind. Readying his bow to catch any information and seeing the progress of the enemy attack. Once he is halfway there, he sees glimpses of the enemy agents. A blond streak of hair and an off-white jacket, the murmuring of the radiovores (the little cuties) and the voice of Gekko... Sova decided not to shoot an arrow yet and waited for the main fight to start.

While Jett was focusing on the corridor, the enemies seemed to have grouped up faster than her allies came to help. The enemy Reyna and Raze swung out together, but luckily Jett managed to dodge just out of the way for any bullets. Or so she thought... Seems like a lucky bullet managed to embed its way in her right shoulder. Jett grits her teeth and tries to relax so she could still shoot. Killjoy was a bit too late to react and decided to join Jett.

"Are you hurt? Where did they shoot you?" said Killjoy worriedly.

"The little shits managed to get my shoulder. It's okay, we can still hold them off. Let's focus back to the task at hand". Jett smiled faintly towards her friend and held a thumb up. The turret started shooting in the same direction as the two were facing. Instinctively Killjoy and Jett peak out once more to shoot at their enemies. By this point two smoke bombs get dropped from the sky and activated upon their landing. Shrouding the potential entrances into thick smoke.

You finally arrive on the site and Brimstone behind you adjusts his ear-piece and informs the team: "Entrances are smoked off, Y/N and me are entering site". The smoke, however, didn't seem to deter Reyna and instead she pushed through and aimed down the corner where she last saw Jett. She didn't anticipate our Killjoy and the turret to shoot at her. The Latina collapsed on the sand.

"Auf wiedersehen!" chirps the German engineer through the intercom. The enthusiasm was contagious, Jett and Sova couldn't help but smile from the small victory. By this time, you and Brim managed to climb inside the elevated area to hold a defensive position there. Ready to sandwich whoever would try to enter the little area.

Once more another creature escaped through the smoke and the blue radiovore, Dizzy, started shooting mucus at the agents, blinding them before Gekko started to push inside. Luckily for you, Sova decided to silently tail Deadlock and Gekko. He swiftly shot the young man and just like Reyna, he collapsed on the floor. While the impressive precision of Sova saved you here, you decided to dash out of the smokes too to help out the hunter. In the same moment, Deadlock turned around to shoot Sova and was about to shoot as cleanly as he did. Sadly for her, she was weak from the back. The adrenaline rising, you pulled the trigger. So too, did the Norwegian fall.

"You saved me there." said Sova relieved. You blush and quickly shaked your head. "Nah, you first". Both of you chuckle and he nods in approval.

"Seems like the rest have fled" says Jett through the intercom. "Ja, the footsteps are leading back to their own landing spot". Brimstone walks over to you and Sova. He puts his two fingers on the intercom and replies to the two women.

"Good work, everyone. How is your arm, Jett?"

"Shoulder actually... I don't know. It keeps tensing up even when I'm trying to relax it. Killjoy is helping me stop the bleeding."

"Let's get back to HQ A.S.A.P. then. You did well." said Brimstone proudly. The three of you are making your way over to the landing zone of the helicopter.

On the walk, you look over at Sova and slightly tilt your head towards him. "About the invitation to go drinking. Mind if I join?" you ask. "Absolutely, just make sure you have some stories to tell" he says as he playfully winks at you. "It's a date then!" you absentmindedly say. The blond man couldn't help but blush at your aloof comment. The thought of a date with you made him lose a bit of his composure. Before he could answer, Brimstone chimed in. "A date, huh? Like a throuple then?" he asks laughingly, teasing the both of you. He had noticed before how Sova would look at you. Asking Brim questions about you that usually the other agents wouldn't ask. Like what your schedule would be like that week, when your birthday would be, if you had any allergies ... etc. Other people would say that it's his usual considerate self, but Brimstone had known Sova long enough to know that he was catching on feelings.

The realization of your words dawn on you. "No! No, nothing like that. I meant it in a joking way!" you exclaim to the man. Although a date would be amazing with Sova, you had no idea if he was even into you. There is no point in risking your friendship with him in order to potentially be together. But you would be lying to yourself if you said that there were no feelings. That there were no pining done behind closed doors. Every thought that wasn't purely platonic, you tried to push away. Somehow they still managed to find a way to get inside your head and you'd feel awful about it.

"I'm just teasing you. I was thinking of going to an Irish pub near our HQ? How does that sound to you two?" replies Brim, while still keeping a playful smile.

"I'd love to! Can't wait to drink cider again! It's been like ages" you reply to Brim.

"Sounds great. I've yet to try Guinness. Had any of those before, Brim?" asks the hunter.

"I've had a few, still really great picks. I think you'd like it Sasha. I might actually join you on the cider." says Brim as he nods at you. "It's settled then; to the Irish pub!". The five of you board the heli and the machine ascends with little to no issues. The inside of the flying vehicle is cool and you kiss the hot North African air goodbye for now. You sit down on the chairs and attach the seatbelt. Most people follow suit, except for Sova who still keeps his eyes peeled for the ground below. Making sure to see the corpses being retrieved by the enemy. As he is about to close the sliding door, he locks eyes with the enemy Sova. He muttered something under his breath and slid the door shut.

The flight took 2 hours with everyone keeping an eye peeled for Jett. You were all worried for her every time she closed her eyes for too long. Fortunately, you all made it back in one piece and Killjoy escorted her Korean friend to the infirmary with Sage. You said goodbye to your remaining teammates and agreed to meet back up an hour later at the main entrance to travel together.

Making your way over to the shower, the relief of your skin breathing again feels amazing. The coarse sand washing away and making space for sweetly scented soap to take its place. After your delightful shower, you open your wardrobe to think about your outfit for tonight. Since it was summer, you'd obviously wear something more causal and open to enjoy the evening air. However, you should probably consider getting a jacket with you too. Just in case. You settle on your favorite band t-shirt and jean shorts. Looking back to the mirror, the outfit seemed half finished. You thought to yourself: "Fuck it, let's fully commit to an alternative outfit. Seems more fitting in the context of this outing anyway". You decided to wear combat boots (other than the ones you wear for your job) and a black leather jacket. There, now this felt more complete. The rest of the hour are spent finishing up the little details of your outfit, adding cash to your pockets, and checking your work e-mails before fully logging off for today.

A knock on the door slightly startled you. "May I come in?", the Russian accent seeping through his speech, but sweet all the same. "You may" you say with a small smile. Sova's head peaks through the door and looks around for a bit to find you on your bed with your laptop.

"Ah I apologize if I came at a bad time..." he says while opening the door slightly more for him to lean on the door frame.

"I was just reading up on some mails before logging off for tonight. Is something the matter?" you ask him while reading the last few lines of the mail in front of you.

"No, I just wanted to let you know it's time to leave" he says sheepishly. You look at the time in the corner of the laptop and see that you've been making your friends wait for 10 minutes now. "Oh god, sorry about that! I was completely focused on these dumb e-mails. Just have to grab my wallet and I'm ready."

He chuckles and holds the door open for you. "I thought as much" he says laughingly. You hurry along and was about to close the door behind you. Before even touching the door handle, the man's hand brushed yours. "Oh sorry, I wanted to close the door for you" he says. You chuckle and close the door anyway. "It's all good, let's go".

You hadn't noticed his outfit before. Granted you were too busy scurrying about and grabbing your wallet to have a good look. Sova was wearing an all black outfit, but seemed to prefer having different types of textures on his clothing. The thin, breathable fabric of his black t-shirt seem to lightly tug upon his build. His black colored jeans were just below his waist and gave him a nice contour. It's a simple outfit, but matched well with his piercings and funnily enough with your outfit too. You've never seen Sova change much about his hair, but this time he decided to wear his ponytail higher. Probably because he was suffering from the heat back in Rabat too and needed a fresh night.

"You're looking good, I love your outfit." he says while continuing his walk towards the entrance. You smile to yourself and look at him, beaming a smile. "Thank you, thought I might try a more alternative outfit for tonight" you answer, chuckling a bit.

Finally at the entrance, you see that Brimstone was leaning on the side of the door and looking through his phone. He noticed your footsteps and straightened himself while slowly putting away his phone. "Ah, there you are. Let's get this night started." he exclaims while putting the code in to open the door. The night breeze was cool, but it seems like the air had to still lose its heat of the day. All three of you start walking towards the civilization close to your head quarters. Just like Sova, Brimstone was wearing casual clothing and he was rocking a dark blue t-shirt with white lettering and white shorts. The two men were idly chit-chatting about the planning in the couple of days and promising each other to not get totally smashed tonight. Sova made some space for you to walk in the middle of them and you happily obliged.

It wasn't a long walk, but you eventually made it to the heart of the city. Busy streets, bright lights and many smells and colors swarm your senses. Coming back to this place after an intense mission always feels rewarding. As you guys make your way over to the pub, Brimstone waves a couple of hello's to the locals in town. Many of them speaking Spanish and Brim responding in simple phrases, but it was clear the guy understood what they were saying. By now, you guys have reached the pub and it seemed to be rather busy tonight. Many people were sitting outside and inside of the establishment. Clearly some students and their friends but also a lot of the locals. You managed to find a comfortable spot in one of the corners and seat yourselves.

"Wow, it seems like many people decided to visit this place too. Is that fine with you guys? Would you prefer a calmer café to visit?" asks Brimstone a little embarrassed about the unusual order of things. Both Sova and you shake your heads. "I like it more that way", you say, "I prefer to hear laughter and fun than gunshots any day." Both men laugh at that statement. "We should join them in that case!" says Sova laughingly. All of you order your drink of the menu and the drinks get delivered shortly thereafter. This round is on Brim.

The conversations start out tame: what your plans are for the coming days, any interesting news or tidbits in your life currently, perhaps any new food establishments you've found... Then you guys decided to order a second round. This time being paid by Sova. Conversations this time seem to circle around your reasons to join the protocol.

"What's your reason for joining, Sova?" you ask. The man slightly laughing. "You can just call me Sasha, we're friends after all..." He smiles warmly at you while reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. "I got invited by Liam (Brimstone's real name) to join the protocol. We were stationed in Russia together to do some spy work on a Kingdom Industries rival. If a friend calls for help, I don't hesitate to help. Besides, traveling and being able to photograph different creatures in my off time is a big bonus." Liam smiles and shakes his head, "You're always so dependable. But god is it difficult to get you out of the office to go and do your thing." Everyone started laughing at the hunter's stubbornness. Sasha asks you about your reason to join. You give them a brief explanation of your situation, after all Liam is already aware of yours and sought you after for that reason.

The third round of drinks get served, by your courtesy. More banter follows naturally too. At this point all of you were started to feel the effects of the booze. It's at this point that Liam was starting to feel sleepy and was calling it quits for tonight. "Friends, I think I'll be taking my leave. It was fun! We should go out again." He nods at you two and packs his stuff to leave. "Take care, old man!" you yell to him as he leaves the establishment. It's only the two of you now.

While sipping on your drinks you noticed that Sasha only had one of his ears pierced and not the other. You decided to ask him about that.

"Oh, that...", He chuckles to himself, "I got it when I was younger. I was getting into alternative fashion myself. Raving and parties and I think I just wanted to fit in with my mates at the time. Over time, it just became my look. I still really like it. My babushka on the other hand...".

"Your grandma doesn't like it at all?" you ask him laughingly.

"No, she was chasing me around the house. 'How can you ruin your body like that! What will the others say!', that kind of stuff" he says as he takes a sip from his drink. "Now she does seem to like it. Probably understood that it's not going anywhere."

"Do you also happen to have other ones? Or is that the only piercings you have?" you ask him.

Sasha didn't know how to answer that. Truth be told, he did have more. Just none that are meant to be seen in public. He blushes and answers "If we get closer, I don't mind showing you..." Okay maybe he shouldn't have said that. Or could have worded it better. Stupid. Now they're bound to ask more...

You look at him, blushing at the idea of his invisible piercings. They're most likely to be an intimate matter. Another instance of your feelings for this man flaring up in a moment of weakness. You try to shoo those thoughts away. You're with a friend after all. This is an after-work activity with your coworker, no less. But you're also getting drunk, your thoughts fly freely in your head and no amount of willpower seems to put them into check. The butterflies in your stomach once more awoken, fluttering all around.

"The lucky person is in for some surprises it seems" you say, still holding on to your ever deepening blush. But also winking at him, to show your understanding.

"Thank you." He breathes a sigh of relief. He didn't want to make it awkward. Before he could think of an appropriate answer, he blurts out "And I guess it would be ruined for them now." Oops, he made it awkward again. Way to go, Sasha. This isn't the way he wanted to confess. Or hint at it. The hunter wasn't even sure if he wanted to confess in general. Keeping this secret with him till the grave.

"I-is this person-" you try to alleviate his awkwardness. In truth, you found this blushing mess of man in front of you incredibly adorable now. "Fuck" he mutters to himself. Might as well lay out all the cards in front of him.

Both of you kind of just look at each other at in this awkward tension. What is happening? You do know what's happening, but what is this set up. Was he losing his cool? Is he feeling as drunk as you are? But the blond man decided to take the first move of extending his hand towards you. "Listen... Before we do anything rash in this moment. I need to tell you something important." The blush on his face getting darker. He isn't sure if he should be averting his gaze from you or look straight at you. You couldn't help but extend your hand towards his and try to look for his eyes. You keep quiet and nod towards him, gesturing him to continue.

He takes a deep breath and takes a moment to look at you. "I want you to know that I really enjoy our friendship... But I haven't been entirely honest to you." He takes another moment and and bites his lip. His usual judgement escaping him at the moment and he can't really stop his feelings from pouring out. This is probably not the most romantic place to do it, either. They must be hella awkward. Shit. "I like you a lot. And I don't mean it casually. I mean it as in... I sometimes fantasize about spending my life with you, kind of way. Shit, I'm not sober at all..." he facepalms at himself for this under-baked confession. You giggle at this cute display and squeeze his hand. Moving closer to him from your seat. "Go on, Sasha. I'm listening" you say teasingly.

He can't help but laugh too, easing the awkward tension between you. Instead making space for an enticing current. Both you and Sasha feel like you're on fire, the electric feeling flowing through your hands. The hunter composes himself and looks at you straight on. "I love you" he simply says. The smile on your face grows bigger by the second. Sasha matches your expression and kisses your hand in his. You get even closer to him and give him a hug. It feels so comforting to be in his arms. The establishment be damned, the world doesn't exist for you in this moment. "I love you too, Sasha" you reply back to him. Perhaps it isn't the most romantic place to confess your feelings. Both you and Sasha played out many scenario's in your head. None of them were like this. But this is the real deal. Finally.

His face reaches your ear and whispers softly, "Can I kiss you, my sweetheart?". You chuckle and your noses brush each other. You lean in to kiss him. If you were on fire before, now you're blazing. His soft lips were kissing you all over. Each and every kiss feels like a gallon of gasoline being thrown into your blazing fire. Feeling bliss, a feral feeling in your stomach kept creeping up. You wanted him, so badly. Waiting for this moment felt like ages and the man left you all hot and bothered. He broke the kiss and cupped your face in his hands. Looking into your eyes and smiling warmly.

You put your hands on top of his and you lean in closer. The hunter was expecting another kiss, but you went for his ear. "I think you said you'd show me something..." you let the words trail. Your lover turns his head to face you. A bit surprised at this request and smiled deviously at you.

"I thought you'd want to take things slow." still smirking at you. You move a hand from one of his towards his neck and whisper back.

"I'm impatient, and you're right here all for the taking." The blond Russian shakes his head, laughing and replied back, "It's a bad trait to have, you know? But I can make an exception this time." He breaks the entrancement from you, finishes his drink and was about to grab his stuff. But you grab his arm and close the distance once more. "I want it now. I don't want to walk and face anyone else, right now. Please, Sasha." He takes a little moment to think. This was probably a very bad idea. A terrible one, even. But damn could he not shake the idea of you on his lap. Feeling you all up and just forgetting about his responsibilities. He grabs your arm and leads you to the bathroom.

The establishment has a unisex bathroom with posters hanging about on all of the walls. Two stalls were provided for the patrons to use. The lust-hungry feeling in your stomach intensifies. You didn't think he'd actually do it. The hunter must be feeling just as hot and bothered as you, if not more. Luckily for you two daredevils, the bathroom seemed to be empty and he takes you in one of the stalls. Once inside, you lock the door behind you. You turn your head back to face him, both of you smirking at this. This is such a dumb decision, you could still back out now.

"If I do anything that you don't like, please tell me. I rather have a good time with you than you regretting a single bit-" but before the considerate lover could finish his words, you plant your lips on him. The roaring fire resumes. Lust-filled, he pins you to the door and growls in your ear. Clearly enjoying himself. He continues to kiss you, putting your arms above your head. You can't help but breathe out small moans of pleasure. He's filling up your senses and your head is so dizzy, almost going blank. The anticipation through the roof. Slowly he trails his kisses lower and lower. You neck piles up kisses and nibbles. He has to keep himself from losing all control and leaving bite marks. You had not given him the permission yet and he had no idea what would make you feel the best. Sensing his hesitation, you whisper to him to let it all go. "Consume me, show me your feelings, Sasha." you breathed out hungrily. You had no idea what you unleashed in him.

Your neck got nibbled, kissed, licked and bitten. Like an animal he just let his instincts and his whims guide him. You couldn't stop yourself from enjoying this side of him. The normally cool and grounded hunter, the strategist and kind-hearted soul was now thrashing around and behaving like a beast. If he had no shred of humanity left, he'd rip your clothes right off of you, claiming you all to himself. He knelt in front of you and unzipped your shorts, making sure to leave kisses and nibs to continue the anticipation. Some moments he'd stop what he was doing and look at you with an unfamiliar look of a hungry predator. It sent you shivers down your spine.

It wasn't like him to be the one kneeling, but he couldn't help himself here. He longed a while now to taste you. Nothing holding him back now, the booze probably played a role in this too, he got to act on his dirtiest fantasies. He just hoped you didn't mind this version of him. Behaving like this would sent a lot of people into a deep shame. Sasha on the other hand didn't care. He wanted to show all of him, there should be no secrets between you now. This was him, the dirty little animal.

You opened your legs more for him to find your sweet spot easier. Your breath hitched and you didn't care either if the other patrons would hear your moans. You just focused on your little love bug. Grabbing his hair, tightening your grip every time he gave you a wonderful sensation. More and more you wished to pleasure him back. To feel the heat of his tip and have him give you a taste of his own poison.

The sensations, the hungry motions, the lustful eyes, the growls and moans of pleasure... Everything came to a crescendo when your climax reached you. Mewing Sasha's name over and over like a spell. You couldn't help but push his face deeper into you, to tighten your legs, to hang over him and ride out your orgasm. Sensing your finish, Sasha removes his lips from your delightful spot and looks up at you. Satisfied with his work, he licks his lips and kisses you there one last time before getting up. Feeling weak, you grab on to his t-shirt. Taking your shallow breaths. "I hope you enjoyed that, my dear." he whispers to you while embracing you and nuzzling your nose. Breathing in his air, he smells just like you.

"C-can I taste you?" you ask, still all up in your feels.

"Here?" he asks, while he strokes your face.

"I don't want you to go home without your reward" you smirk at him.

"I'm not going to say no to you" he laughs at your boldness, kissing your forehead tenderly. Your butterflies fluttering around once more. Oh, how you love this man. This time you kneel in front of your lover and help him unzip his pants. Pushing past his underwear you can see that he is already quite hard from all this. You push Sasha to sit down. Trying to make him as comfortable as possible before you feast yourself.

You put your arms over his lap and take a good look at the member. Coming closer to his own sweet plaything, you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around his tip. Occasionally kissing it and letting your teeth brush softly onto it. His eyes were focused on you and your tongue, clearly reeling from the delicate sensations. His hands stroking your cheeks, but it was clear he was doing his absolute best to behave and give you a chance to explore him.

Cheekily, you sometimes dared to take a part of him in and look at him while you did. He would try to hold your look, but clearly was faltering and it made him weak. "I can't take it anymore, I want to push you so deep, you choke on me." he says under his breath. The words dripping from the lust for you. His legs shaking at this point and he's clearly being so needy. It made you blush quite hard, he really doesn't seem to have any filter right now. Not that you minded, you'd happily take his orders. He deserved a reward after all.

"Go ahead, I'll take you anytime" you teased him with your devilish grin.

He grabs his own toy in his hand, the other gripping your hair. Rubbing himself on your lips before demanding you open your mouth for him. He pushed himself into you, groaning at the wetness. "You would make for such a good fuck toy" he whispers to you before fucking your face. Even though you already had your fill, you could feel the heat pool back into your stomach. He was being quite rough and seemed to enjoy it when your teeth would brush up on his sensitive spots. His breath was so irregular you had no idea if he was trying to edge himself on your throat or was about to climax himself. Your question would be soon answered once you felt a thick liquid enter your throat. He let out a relieved sigh and softens his grip on you.

Realizing he didn't even let you know of his condition nor warning you for the shot, he quickly recomposed himself. "A-are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking..." You wipe away the excess cum off of your face and get up. Like last time, before he could finish his sentence, you go to sit on his lap and kiss him while wrapping your arms around him. Reciprocating the kiss and hug, he tries to brush your hair back to normal.

"I love you dearly, I hope you had fun tonight" he says sweetly. He plants a kiss on your cheeks.

"Thank you for this amazing night, Sasha. Let's get back home".

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hughessdemon · 2 years ago

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Do you even miss him ? || j.Hughes PT.2

Social media au -

summary - you haven’t interacted with the Hughes after since Jack draft until recently when you returned to New Jersey for an event .

Ever since I moved to California the night of Jack draft , I haven’t been communicating with anyone in Michigan. My parents seemed to disown me respectfully understanding I guess ? More specifically I haven’t spoken to my best friend Luke neither Quinn . I stopped and changed my number afterwards when I arrived , I didn’t want to have communication with anyone back home especially Jack , why would I break him more if I answered his calls , his nonstop texts hurting us both . Anyways I have had a nonstop schedule with award shows, films to writing music for my albums . Most of my award winning songs were always about Jack but I never hinted at it due to fear fans finding out . Even though they probably knew who he was due to the NHL draft , my phone went off couple of time in the span of seconds knowing it was my publicist telling me my schedule for the next week .

S.P : you have been scheduled to hockey private event on May 2nd , 2022 in New Jersey you’ll be representing whatever hockey team you want . Xxx

that text put me in a moment of distress and disbelief, like was she joking or is she being serious that I have to attend a private hockey event ? and before my birthday really , I couldn’t even reply back due to shock , oh instead I immediately called Trevor Z yeah we kept in contact well he’s the only one who did everyone seems to cut me off . The phone was ringing a bit which was annoying since he always picks up fast . “Hey what’s going on Y/n?” As you hear him speak you sighed “I got chosen well invited to a private hockey event in NJ.” you whine telling him , you could hear him laughing at the other end but also worried knowing how it might end bad . few moments of silence you hear him laughing again “well I’m going if that helps you .” amusing as it was to him you were nervous “haha you’re so funny Trevor what a wonderful way to help me.” Trevor got serious again “ I can be honest here and ask why tf you would be invited to a event like that but I won’t ask , anyways all I can say is the whole Hughes clan is gonna be there so is …” Trevor paused not knowing what he was gonna say you asked “who else Trevor?” curiously wondering who is he talked about . “His girlfriend is gonna be there as well.” Your breathe halted for a second, not knowing what to say or really anything. You pushed your feelings away , “okay and what do you want me to do about that Trevor ?” Trevor seemed shocked when you even said that .. it wasn’t something he wanted to hear really , he always loved you and Jack together especially knowing you would always save him from Jack anger issues . “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or honest?” Trevor says at the end of the line . You faked a good attitude to hide the hurt in your voice , after all you’re an actor for a reason . “I’m being honest Trevor I left to be where I am today I knew what would’ve happened the day I walked out of the room , ignoring his calls . I’m happy for him he deserves nothing but happiness..” you lied through your teeth knowing you’re not happy he moved on but it was your fault at the end still … Trevor brings you back to the conversation by breaking the silence “ anyways you wanna flight out together since you’re an hour drive away from me ? I can have you picked up on the 31st at 6:00 pm ?” you nodded “yeah sure just text me three days prior so I can mentally prepare myself for your annoyance .” you laughed as knowing Trevor was offended by that as he hung up on you .

||May 1 , 2022||

you arrived to NJ , few hours back it’s currently 4 pm , you were chilling in your hotel room with some friends you decided to bring along to hide the fact you’re gonna see your ex and his new girl tomorrow night. Vinnie , Jack , Jett and Avani became your closest friends ever since you met them in 2019 when you guys all stupidly decided to live together, becoming roommates with them was a nightmare in the beginning as we were all just new and awkward around each other . Hiding every time when someone when to the kitchen . Back to the topic yeah ever since we got here Trevor ran off to be with of course Hughes family , you didn’t really care as you had your publicists running you and your friends over on behavior and how to stay engaged with people for tomorrow night , since they’re all influencers it makes us our job easier knowing what to do and how to act . There always been a rumor about me dating Vinnie since we were always close together, I’ve been spending the holidays with his family for like 3 years now . His mom and dad became my parents , while Reginald became a little brother to me . But we never cleared up the rumors because it was useless , anyways we went out for dinner and came back the hotel to knock out early for tomorrow big event .

|| MAY 2, 2022||

next morning was so bad , we all struggled waking up on time , hung over and all . Jett sitting up staring out in oblivion asking me “do we really gotta get up this early .” as if I enjoyed it being awake at 9 am , I heard my phone dinging receiving a message from Jack and Trevor , curiously ignoring Jack message I looked at Trevor’s message.

T.Ziggurat : I’m excited for today but also terrified for you didn’t even have the guts to mention to them you’re appearance tonight . Okay bye im shit bent right now happy early birthday dukie 🤘🏼.

as always Trevor reminding you , the Hughes family will be there and not mentioning you to them seems cute as he protected you from the fact you probably would’ve had Luke up in your hotel room asking you too many questions , that you weren’t ready to answer yet . “Hey Y/n what should we do for you birthday since we close to NYC wanna head out there after all this?” You hear Lydia say while sitting to fix Avani nails , Lydia arrived this morning last minute as a surprise which made me think they’re all planning some wonky crazy party again this year for me . “ I don’t know what should we do ?” As the door rips open to Jack yelling “MAY THE 4th BE WITH YOU!!” laughing at the star war pun for your birthday.

Few hours passing

you were done getting ready, matching with Vinnie in Ami and the others wearing other designer brands they represented, fixing up as you head to the event . Sitting nervously looking out the window , voices of people around you sounding like water to you as you’re panicking when you arrived to the carpet . Vinnie opening the door for you , giving a slight smile towards you as while you’re thanking him “don’t be nervous if he looks at you ima make sure to eat him alive with my own eyes .” Vinnie says making you feel little better as you laugh at it off . Making it through the carpet posing and taking solo shots , you all make it inside , holding on for dear life as your feet started to hurt . Your publicist points at your table for everyone to be seated but you and Vinnie weren’t allowed to sit as you guys were being introduced to higher people in NHL , few people you have met before . The event was about to start when your team told you and Vinnie to make a speech on behalf of Ami sponsoring this event . you haven’t ran into any of the Hughes yet or Trevor yet whichever was a good sign to you . “Now I introduce you to the these two young duo who one have changed the music industry and acting industry as well with her young age making award winning movies and the other one having girls and guys swoon over him with his work and talent in gaming and fashion , both working and living together to achieve their dreams….. Let’s have Y/N and VINNIE HACKER up on here on behalf of Ami!!!” you laugh as you walk up the stairs to the stage and Vinnie helping you up , “thank you for having us tonight it’s a honor to be here for Ami and being in a room full of amazing people tonight.” You say ending your little speech as Vinnie about to start his speech , you look around to see your friends laughing and having a good time, cheering you both on . Corner of your eyes you can see the Hughes looking at you in awe mostly Luke and Quinn , Jack seems to shocked silently as he seems to be busy flirting with his girl , you’re ignoring eye contact with anyone else for the moment as your attention got brought back to you leaving the stage , handing the mic off to your publicist . Vinnie basically hiding you with his 6’1 built body from eyes of Jack as you both walk to your table sitting next to Avani , she came close to you whispering “I kinda wanna punch him they’re all staring too.” You smile as you tell her “ I hope they don’t come over here making me feel uncomfortable.” The whole night was actually great , you were having a good time talking with everyone around , Trevor giving you side eyes from the Hughes table making you feel bad for him being stuck there but it was his choice anyways . End of the event , you were about to head out when you felt a hand on your shoulder seeing a somewhat a 6 foot big foot towering over you , “damn when did you get taller.” You said to Luke looking at him dazed out , Ethan and everyone you used to go hang out at school with was behind him smiling at you awkwardly, Luke speaks up asking “you don’t even care to call me back even once I thought you were dead!” Luke silently yelling at you , feeling bad as you see Luke tearing up a little as he pulled you into a hug “ I missed you Y/N.” He says gripping on as if you’re a ghost . You smile a little “I’m sorry I left like that but I also lost your number sorry Lukester” . You lied a little bit not wanting him to know you didn’t wanna hurt him by telling the truth. “You know you have my Instagram right you could’ve contacted me there too !!” “I’m sorry really Luke.” he lets you go from the hug as the other boys came in to give you guys Ethan spoken up asking why you haven’t came home for summer break curiously . “I just been busy 24/7 I rarely get a break when I do I just sleep in maybe one day I’ll be back home one day …” you smiles at them awkwardly wanting to go back to your hotel room , Jett came to your rescue in the moment “Hey Y/N let’s go the car is waiting for us to go already.” You knew Jett was lying but you were glad to be saved -

#jack hughes x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie x you #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes game #jack hughes nhl #Jett ashford #jack wright #avani gregg #lydia night #vinnie smut #quinn hughes #luke hughes #ethan edwards #trevor zegras

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nyctophiliq · 1 year ago

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✮ ┆ JETT, NEON, AND AKALI CATCHING YOU MASTURBATING !

content warnings. MDNI, nsfw/suggestive content, female bodied reader, k/da akali, masturbating, getting caught, open door, fingering, eating out, couch sex author’s notes. they are just so…. JUST SO…. UGH THEY ARE SO HOT, anyway hope you like it nonnie

✮ jett ;

she didn’t really disclose to you over text that she is arriving home earlier than she first thought, she desperately wanted it to be a surprise since she knew if she caught you off guard with it that would bring nothing but happiness to you. lately you have been complaining or at least hinting at that you have been missing spending time with her outside of missions. sunwoo wanted nothing but for you to be over the moon when she presents the fact that she is home early and wants to do a romantic movie night! of course, she didn’t expect to open in on you like… this.

the only source of light was the tv, but even that only provided an amount of light and the room still was dimmed. at first sunwoo didn’t even notice what you were doing with the blanket covering one side of your body, and the tv show you were watching just got to the darkest scene.

“j-jett!” you gasp, surprised when you see her stepping up next to the couch, hoodie already off and in her sweatpants. “I’m home early but… what are you doing?” she asks, pointing at the pillow you were hugging to yourself.

“uhm, I was just… it isn’t what it .. looks like!” you stammered as you tried to pull your panties up, simultaneously getting the blanket over your body so the thin layer of sweat over your skin wouldn’t shine under the flashing lights of the tv.

she gives you a cocky smile, pulling her shirt over her head and kicking her shoes down. “oh no, it looks exactly like that.” she chuckles as she gets on top of you, pushing the blanket and pillow aside, dipping her hand between your legs and feeling up the wetness that was trickling from between your lower lips. sunwoo’s face buries in the crook of your neck, her mouth latching onto your skin, sucking gently as she coated her fingers in your juices. it was a bittersweet moment of waiting, teasing your hole before dipping her fingertip in, then another, before two fingers slowly slipped inside you. as your back arched up into jett, her free hand came around your torso to wrap her arm around it, keeping you close to her, helping you ride out whatever frustration that was built up in you.

✮ neon ;

all she wanted was for her training to end with reyna, to be able to wind down a little while enjoying your company. it seemed like the older woman would never stop talking but when she finally did, neon was up and out in literally a flash.

she doesn’t knock or even ask if anyone is there, she bursts through the door into the dimmed room, and going for the light switch to flick it on. the lights turn on and it reveals your half naked form with your top up above your breasts, shorts pushed down to your ankles and your hands resting between your thighs. tala let’s out a surprised gasp and the sliding door hisses while closing, catching your attention.

“n-neon!” you stammer, closing your legs as your other hand fumbles around and looks for the stray blanket to get over your overheating body. little pants and quiet moans leave your lips as you shuffle around, trying to be as fast as possible before she has a clear line of sight of what you’re doing. “are you…?” tala trails off, unsure if she should continue but with the little nod you give her, and as you bring your arms up to your lips is all too telling.

“stop looking a-and help…” you mutter from behind your arm, your eyes jumping back and forth between tala and the mess between your legs. “careful there,” she starts, taking your hand that was grabbing onto the blanket. “wouldn’t want a sweet thing to be covered up.” neon mutters as she takes your other hand, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other roams across your body. she feels up all your curves, giggling like a kid as she leans down and kisses your lips, jawline, then throat. you can barely notice her hand nearing your core, your interest more focused on what she is whispering to you, telling you how she has been waiting to get you alone just like this- under her, hands roaming over every inch of your sensitive body just before she can get you to call her name out in that breathy, sort of high-pitched tone she loved so much.

✮ akali ;

it was just another long day of curling up in the studio chair and recording, dishing out ideas for the next album with the others and having no real contact with the outside world. akali didn’t wanna be a bother, she knew texting you would only make her miss you more and the more she thought about time, the slower it seemed to pass.

but her mood was uplifted when the others said that maybe they take it easy today and everyone get off early to their own things. akali was ready to take on the ramyun cabinet and spend the rest of the day cooped up in her room with you, watching tv and just snuggle up to make up for all the time she had to stay in the studio late.

“kali…” the rapper heard her nickname through the small crack of her door when she stepped in front of it. she figured you were already home, seeing your shoes at the door but this was much sweeter than finding you on the couch watching tv. akali glances through the slit of the door to see you laying on the bed, room dimmed, soft wet sounds echoing in the room.

you can hardly miss the creaking of the door as she pushes it open, your head falling to the side. your head was already clouded with lust, your hand barely stopping when you see akali step in and you almost think this is just your head, making you picture your surprised girlfriend taking small steps towards you with a sort of shy but eager grin on her face. “need some help?” she sounds smug but the way she takes a sharp breath in when she gets a closer look at the mess you have made yourself into, you can tell she is excited. “p-please yes, help me… ah!” you moan, fingers slowing down as she lays on the end of the bed, arms wrapped around your thighs as her lips connect with your clit, giving a chaste kiss to it prior to biting into each of your thighs, nibbling on them a little so her teeth marks stay. she takes her time with soothing them, licking and gently sucking before her tongue dives deeper between your lower lips. one of her palms rest against your lower belly, trying to keep you in your place but she guesses you have been playing with yourself for a while, building up to being so sensitive that she doesn’t have to eat you for too long to taste all of you.

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erxxi3 · 2 years ago

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Anonymous’s Request

How Valorant Agents react to their short and shy fem s/o!

Summary: They like to protect the reader at all costs because she is very clumsy and they love her so much bc of how kind she is!

Content warnings: Fluff and Mostly spicy content included as requested!

Jett

– Ever since she met you, she became inseparable from you. She goes wherever you go like a stray cat finding its way back home.

– Brimstone would partner her up with you because well he knows you guys are lovebirds, and that if Jett is on a different team she will throw.

– One time the two of you were sitting playing a game together, but you were getting uncomfortable from sitting on the bare carpet she picked you up and sat you in her lap as you played together. The way she laughs as she won the game for the hundredth time, while you pouted as she tried to cheer you up by some kisses to make everything better! <3

– Loves to show you off to her friends saying that you are the best gf because of how short and small you are, basically comparing size difference. You are probably the only person she has been in a good relationship with bc ur so kind to others and her.

— Gets mad easily whenever the other agents like the guys hit on you or some randoms when you guys are out in public together.

— She’s definitely a top in bed, while your stuck at the bottom. Don’t make this woman angry or else she will overstimulate tf outta you making you whine and beg for your release, so she will take her time. Sometimes before missions she has her fingers curling inside you, while trying to keep you quiet by putting her hand over your mouth, so the others can’t hear you from inside her dorm.

— Jett loves to hear all the sounds you make and tries to come up with different ways to make you project new ones too. ;)

— She asks you every now and then if you would want to try new things she had bought for the two of you, and you wouldn’t have to take no convincing bc she had already done that for you

— Whenever someone out in public is trying to fight you, while they are drunk she puts them in their place knocking them out for trying to take advantage of you. She won’t let them lay a hand on you at all!

— Because you are shorter than her she thinks it’s quite funny when you can’t reach items that are on the tall shelves. Whenever you are talking to the other agents she stands by you putting her arm on your shoulder leaning into you listening in on the conversation.

— If she could she would literally put you in her pocket and carry you everywhere with her.

Viper

— Ever since Chamber stopped bothering her, she found you which made her welcome you into her world <3

— When you try to hold her hand in front of the other agents she lets it happen because she wants them to know or she doesn’t and she does it for you. But she is very flustered and embarrassed under her mask she is wearing.

— Makes perfumes for you in her lab, although it is only for making chemicals and new poisons.

— This woman would have a long day at work and tell you no sex in her lab, but the next minute your sitting in her lap while she is doing paperwork and she is filling your hole with her dildo (Basically cockwarming) as you whine/whimper on her strap. Although when you attempt to move she spanks you and leaves visible hickeys on your neck.

— When she found out you had a mommy and choking kink, she went all out and prepared a intimate session with you doing everything you loved.

— This woman is so scary because she would come up behind you at random times just to hug you while holding your hips or to ask you something.

— She loves being in your presence and listens to you when you talk, and when she is talking to you she gets a bit angry when you don’t listen to her about the new stuff she created or smth.

— The two of you met at a coffee shop near the HQ, which surprisingly wasn’t crowded because Viper hates crowds. You were volunteering there because it helped you gain more reputation as a agent, like Sage suggested to you. As viper laid her eyes on you it was love at first bite (Get it cause she likes snakes??), whenever you were giving her order she couldn’t help but blush at how short you are compared to her and how you dressed.

– She was the moon and you were her sun, just like Raze & Kj your best friends!

— You went to a party for the HQ and saw here there, but she didn’t know you were also a agent. She just had to go say hi to you, but it ended up in bed with her. You were at her house, naked on the bed next to her getting ready to begin the lessons of taking such toxins in. Viper lifting you on top of her rubbing clits together as the two of you moaned in sync, sounding very pornographic. Holding you by your hips so that you don’t fall, while praising you such as: “Your doing so good f` me”, “Thats it. Such a good girl for letting me get closer to my release.”, and “oh god— cum for me, darling.”

— She secretly has a soft spot for you when the two of you are alone, but at HQ she is the same as how she treated Chamber at his many attempts of flirting with her.

— Definitely a Top, but can be a switch when you wanna try new things in bed she will let you.

— If you were ever in trouble she would call the others for help kicking tf outta their asses if they messed with her baby (as in you), but after everything was done and you were safe she would spend a lot of time with you! 33

Reyna

— Reyna was flirty, yet this woman knew what she wants and got what she wanted.

— Praises you whenever you are successful during your missions or do something correctly and or actually plan smartly.

— This woman doesn’t like being social, but for you she has no choice then proceeds trying her best to get close with a few agents like: sage, gekko, jett, neon, kj, and chamber.

— Definitely a Black cat, while your a Golden retriever.

— Mostly everything you do makes her face flushed with a red tone, although she won’t say you make her flustered bc she finds that embarrassing to admit to you.

— You and neon are very close. Reyna watches the two of you like hawks bc she is like a mama bird to her babies (She treats neon like her kid because neon reminds her of you)

— This woman is the type of person to dominate you in the bedroom, try new things no asking you instantly does it. She definitely tops in the bedroom.

— Reyna met you at a bar, while you were sitting there talking to gekko the newest of friends you made. Her eyes sparkled as she saw you catching onto you quickly she knew she had to make you hers, so the littlest gestures she made towards you such as: caressing your arm while you talked to them both and her giving you those fuck me eyes. She made it hard for you to try to leave the bar with gekko because you wanted to talk to him more, but she stopped you and whispered for him to leave you alone that you were hers.

— Reyna took the initiative and made you hers real quick, so by the time the two of you exited the bar you guys were fucking in the car.

— Reyna is prepared for anything cause she had so much shit in her trunk hiding it somewhere safe. When she began to take off your short black dress that hugged your body tightly, putting her hands all over you while sucking and biting on your perky breasts. Before getting ready for the next step she put her strap-on purple silicon dildo on and not thinking of anything slowly pushing you down on it by your hips making you moan loudly.

— Reyna wanted all of you the moment she saw you, but she knew she wanted to mold your pussy to fit the shape of her strap or fingers. The loud clapping sounds echoed throughout the car, her hitting your g-spot with every single thrust which made the strap go deeper and deeper inside you. Your walls clenched around it getting you closer to your high, she marked you with hickeys and bite marks in the meantime. Once you came she praised you saying that you were “such a good girl for mommy” & “Your mine and only mine, cariño~” as she pulled out your own cum threatened to leak out of you.

— If anyone targeted you as in tried to fight/kill you Reyna will suck their soul out of their body and never let them see the light of day agin <33

A/N: I kind of left out the clumsy part bc I got a bit carried away with the nsfw parts sorry. Anyways thanks for requesting! <3

#valorant smut #Valorant agents #jett x reader #reyna x reader #viper x reader #lesbian #valorant x reader #Valorant 🪷#Valorant girl agents x female reader #valorant agents x female reader

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bouncybongfairy · 7 months ago

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hi could u pls do a jet atla smut where him and reader try to fuck quietly in the tent then in the morning the freedom fighters worry like 'did u hear weird sounds last night' - 'yeah i think it was a bear'

Inside Voices

Jett (ATLA) x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You're having a hard time keeping it down while getting fucked by Jet in your tent.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Rough Smut & Semi Public Sex

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Jet was laying on his back, looking over at your space of the shared tent every once in a while. Trying to put all the past memories of you out of his mind. Admiring and missing how soft your skin is. That one sound you make when his thrusts pick up. You were laying on your back, it was hot so a thin layer of sweat covered your body. Your face was flushed slightly and your hair was all over the place. It was already parching so trying to calm down and ignore his erection was becoming increasingly harder. It wasn’t like this would be the first time ya’ll hooked up. Every now and again you’d find yourself in his bed.

Not really a romantic relationship but more of a friends with benefits situation. Taking your stress out on one another if you will. Not being able to resist temptation, he moves closer toward you. Kissing the skin above your shorts gently. Moving your shirt up slightly to peck your ribs and waist. He chuckles to himself as you cutely stir in your sleep. Tilting your neck to the side and stretching your body. He started kissing your neck, pressing his groin against you. That was what made you come to, smiling and wrapping your arms around his neck. He reached his hand down and pulled your shorts to the side. Pushing one of his fingers inside of you and spreading your wetness around your folds.

“Fuck, always happy to see me yeah?” he rhetorically asks, continuing to massage your clit.

You were gripping onto his shoulders, trying to keep your sounds to a minimum. Biting onto his shoulder as he started working his fingers inside you. He stops, not wanting to give you too much pleasure before earning it. Getting on his knees and pushing his boxers down, just enough to expose his length.

“Flip over, on your stomach,” he said quietly, which you did without question.

He pulls your shorts to the side, tracing your wet slit with his tip. Biting his lip to hold back a groan. He started fucking you with his head, you kept trying to push yourself back. Everytime you did he’d pull back, not enough to fully pull out but also not letting himself fuck deeper into you. He teased you like this for a while, to the point where you were expressing your frustration verbally. He leans down, pressing his back front against your back. Wrapping his arm around your head, forcing your mouth to be pressed into his elbow. Then fucking his length into you as hard as he could, pressing his lips against the top of your head. Holding you in place as you wiggled and squirmed, trying to adjust to him stretching you.

“After all that whining and begging I'd think you’d be thanking me,” he giggled, moving his hips from left to right; enjoying the feeling of your hot walls squeezing around his member.

He was in so much physical pleasure that his mind was in a euphoric state. Weird because he normally kept his feelings out of his head when fucking. He’s had sex with other girls but with them it was more of an exchange of pleasure but it was different with you. His entire brain was consumed by you, daydreaming about fucking his babies into you. Mindlessly rutting while imagining all the ways he could mark and claim you. As if he was trying to get closer than having your skin pressed against his. It was hot before he started destroying your pussy, now that the two of you were panting and working your bodies against one another the space was sweltering. Sweat was dripping off both of your bodies and neither of you cared about the wet slapping noises your bodies were causing.

“ mine-mine-mine,” he quietly growled into your ear everytime he pounded into you. At this point you were a fucked out pile of need, not giving a fuck about your moans or who was around. Legs shaking and trying to buck your ass up to meet his thrusts.

“Shut the fuck up or I swear to fucking god i’ll stop,” he said, slowing down his rhythm to a stop. Instead of trying to protest, you figured the fastest way to get what you want is to follow instructions.

“Good fucking slut,” he growled before picking back up, faster than he was doing before.

Your walls were beyond sensitive and raw, biting down on his flesh trying to shut the fuck up. He was muttering random possessive words like ‘owned’ and ‘mine’ as his thrust became erratic. Becoming less and less comprehensive as he neared his orgasm. Feeling your body go limp as your walls start to pulsate and convulse around his throbbing member while you cum make him go crazy. Immediately sending him over the edge. His brain rotted and dissolved into pleasure as he pumped you full of cum. Loving the fact that he was marking you in more ways than just bites and hickeys. Leaving himself buried inside you while catching your breath.

Almost falling asleep like this before he pulled out. Steadying himself on his knees and spreading your ass to watch his cum slide out of you. Using his finger to push some of it back in, amused by your squirming from sensitivity. He takes off his tank top and uses it to wipe you down before falling asleep next to you. The next morning, the two of you woke up and got ready like nothing happened. You tried to hide the smirk on your face when getting dressed; picking out an outfit that hid the love bites on your shoulder. Jet noticed this and kissed you on the cheek before greeting everyone outside.

“Did anyone hear all the growling last night? I was making me nervous,” Sokka said.

“Yeah I did too, must have been a bear,” Jett said which seemed to satisfy the group like he did you last night.

#jett atla live action #jett x reader #jet avatar smut #jet x reader #jet avatar #jet x fem reader #jet x y/n #jet x you #jet atla smut #jet atla live action #jet atla

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angelismmm · 2 years ago

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valorant protocol mlist ♪

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆ — nsfw || ⟢ — sfw/fluff/etc. multi. none, come back later!

events. none, come back later!

protocol (val). moth to a flame ft. sova ・just affectionate lover with lover (romantic sova hcs) ⟢

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marvelobsessed134 · 9 months ago

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Requests are now open! Please read this before requesting 🩷

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aurorawritestoescape · 7 months ago

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AMERICAN BEAUTY

best friend’s dad Joel Miller x f!reader || 2,7k

Summary: Joel sees you in a wet dream. Then you make his dream a reality.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, Joel’s pov, horny!Joel, age gap (reader’s in her early 20s, Joel’s in his late 40s), m/f masturbation, mention of f!oral, mention of piv, m!oral, light degradation/slut shaming, swearing. Pics are for the mood, reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: This is for Jett’s Flora and Fauna Challenge 🌸 Thank you @morallyinept for hosting such an amazing event!💜Hugs and kisses to @iamasaddie for the gif in the m/b♥️Javi’s forehead smooch to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Hope you all will enjoy this filth🌹

Part 2 PLEASE, SIR || MASTERLIST

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It’s late. Exhausted after a long work day, Joel is sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand. He’s mindlessly flipping through channels, taking a sip of the warm alcohol from time to time.

The dark room is lit only by the TV and his pupils jump every time the screen goes black and then explodes with another picture.

A movie catches his attention and he stops pushing the button on the remote control. “American Beauty”. He’s seen it a couple of times, years ago.

He watches a little and then changes the channel. While his eyes are set on an old infomercial, his thoughts wander back to the movie. The iconic scene flashes in his mind - a beautiful girl is lying naked, surrounded by a myriad of red rose petals. Joel chuckles at the irony of him stumbling on that movie but drives the worrying thoughts away. He’s too tired for this.

Soon the exhaustion and the alcohol in his blood take their toll and his eyes close by themselves.

When they open, he sees you. Sarah’s college friend, who is staying with them this spring break. When Sarah asked him if you could crash with them for a few days, he didn’t mind. He was glad that she would have a friend to have fun with.

But the moment he saw you, he knew that he was fucked. When you smiled at him the first time, he blushed like a teenager. You were a knockout beauty. Your voice was the hottest thing he’s ever heard. Your body made his cock twitch every time he laid eyes on you and your sexy crop tops, daisy dukes and bikinis didn’t help. Be damned Austin and its hot weather!

It’s not surprising that he’s dreaming about you now. It’s fucked up but hey, it’s just a dream.

As if his mind is mocking him, he sees you completely naked, while only crimson rose petals are covering your breasts and pussy as well as every inch around you. Some of them are floating around, swirling, dancing in the air.

You look perfect, lying there like an offering to him and he craves to see more. All of you. So he blows on the petals on your chest and they fly away in slow motion, revealing your beautiful breasts. You moan when the soft flowers graze your hardened nipples, and the sound makes Joel’s cock throb with need.

Can he touch you? As soon as this thought crosses his mind he sees his hand splayed on your sternum. He swears he can feel your heartbeat under his calloused palm. He glides his hand to your breast and kneads it. Your lips open and he hears your needy whimper.

He wants to tell you, ‘yes, baby, I’ll make you feel good soon, so soon,’ but his mouth is silent. He’ll have to show you then.

His gaze travels lower, to the heaven of your body, covered by the red petals. He glances up and sees your almost pained expression. Oh how you want his fat cock! ‘I’ll give it to you good, baby, don’t you worry. Spread your legs for me.’ His wordless wish is your command and your legs part oh so slowly, while he’s holding his breath in anticipation.

In front of his lustful eyes, your pussy blooms for him, still mostly hidden by the flowers.

‘Let me see’, he wishes, “Let me in.”

He carefully picks one petal off your mound and throws it away. You pleasantly surprise him when you lift your legs, and holding your knees with your hands, open your thighs wide for him.

‘Good girl,’ he thinks.

In a second his mouth is hovering over your pussy, and the sweet scent of your arousal makes his head spin. He darts his tongue out and presses it to the petal on the crease of your thigh. It sticks and he glides his tongue over it, before taking it out of his mouth with his fingers.

He does the same with another petal, which rests right on your clit. You moan when his hot tongue grazes your bud.

He picks the petals one after another with his mouth, lips, tongue, slowly and deliberately, almost edging you and himself in the process but he can’t help it. He wants to prolong this pleasant moment.

When all the petals are gone, his eyes feast on the sight of your bare cunt in front of him, glistening, crying for his attention. He lowers his face and his mouth latches onto your waiting pussy. The taste, the feel of you make his whole body tremble, his cock aches, desperate to be touched, and the sensation is so strong, he immediately wakes up.

He’s panting heavily, eyes darting around the dark room, his mind slowly coming back to reality.

The TV is still on, illuminating his surroundings, and he sees a wet spot on his jeans. His bulge is huge and his cock is pulsating under the confines of the clothes. He needs to jerk off.

Joel listens to the sounds upstairs but hears nothing. You and Sarah must be already sleeping. He contemplates turning on porn but stops himself. He can just remember what he saw a few seconds ago. It was so fucking hot and looked real.

So he unzips his jeans and pulls his throbbing cock out of his wet boxers. It’s big and hard, ready to explode from the slightest touch.

He holds it at the base, rests his head back against the couch and shuts his eyes. The image of you splayed naked, surrounded by roses, comes back to his mind and he begins slowly stroking his cock. He brings back the memory of his mouth on your pussy, him sucking, licking your soaked hole, gathering your arousal with the tip of his tongue and drinking your juices.

Joel is close and he wants to come inside you. If only in his fantasy. He forms his thumb and index finger into a small circle and brings them to the tip of his cock. Imitating your tight pussy, he slowly pushes the head through the opening between his fingers and moans your name, followed by “Oh, baby.”

“Mr Miller?”

Joel’s heart plummets into his stomach when he hears your soft voice, coming from the hall. To his horror, he sees you standing in the doorway. He’s not sure if you saw him or what he was doing at that angle, but his heart is pounding in his chest. He roughly tucks his hard cock back into the jeans, hissing in pain, grabs his plaid shirt off the side of the couch and covers his tent.

“ ‘s late. Go to bed, sweetheart,” he throws in your direction, almost out of the room, but your hand on his biceps stops him in his tracks.

“Mr Miller?”

His head whips your way,

“If ya need anythin’, just ask Sarah. I’m headin’ to bed.” He takes a step out and you say,

“Don’t I get to enjoy it?”

He freezes and looks back at you.

“Enjoy what?”

“That,” you point at his crotch with your chin, “Your boner. I heard you say my name so… I guess you should thank me for it.”

He gawks at you at first, not believing his own ears, but then his gaze narrows and slides from your face down your body. It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time just now.

A smirk tugs at his lips.

“Oh, you’re a slut?”

It comes out as half a question-half a statement and you reply with a smile, “I wouldn’t put it like that, Mr Miller.”

He turns to you, dropping his hands, not hiding his huge tent anymore, and you stare at it shamelessly, biting your lip at the sight.

“And how would you put it? Cos ya surely sound like one,” he says, coming up close to you. His eyes slide up and down your body, taking in your hardened nipples under a soft tee, tiny sleeping shorts, barely covering anything. Your big doe eyes are staring up at him as you purr,

“I just take what I want. Whoever I want.”

“Yeah, that’s a slut. Maybe I don’t like sluts,” he growls, taking a step and caging you against the doorframe. He doesn’t touch you but the arousal oozing from the both of you electrifies the air.

“Your hard-on says otherwise,” you retort and he takes a sharp breath. “Let me help you with it, Mr Miller.”

You say his name in a sultry voice, and a shiver goes down his spine. Fuck, he needs to come soon or he’ll bust a load in his pants.

Joel shifts his jaw in thought, staring at you. You lick your lower lip, looking crazy hot, and the decision is made. By his head or his cock, doesn’t matter.. .You gave him this raging boner so you’ll have to deal with it now. Morals be damned.

Joel walks to the couch and plops down with a grunt. He manspreads and you come up to him.

“I ain’t fuckin’ you, girl,” he grunts, looking up at you from under his brows. Faking a shy smile, you kneel between his legs on the floor. The sight of you standing on your knees, so obedient to him, makes his cock leak precum.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?”

“Fuck no, no daddies,” he growls, furrowing his brows at you.

You pout your lips in thought, scratching his jean-clad thighs with your nails.

“Mr Miller?”

He smiles. “Much better.”

“Sir?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” his cock practically vibrates when you call him that.

“Mr Miller it is then,” you smirk and unzip his jeans.

He lets you pull down his jeans and boxers to his mid thigh while he’s watching you, his big arm resting on the headrest of the couch, the other hand on his naked thigh.

The moment your fingers touch his stiff length, Joel curses and starts breathing heavily. He tries to keep his cool, but it’s almost impossible.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, that is standing at attention, red angry tip glistening with precum.

“Wow,” you breathe out, and he notices a trace of fear in your expression.

“ ‘s right. Think twice before you take on the task, baby.”

Baby. That word does something to you, he sees it. You squirm between his legs, blown eyes set on his twitching cock.

You take a deep breath, collecting yourself, and lower your head. All his muscles tense up as he anticipates the feeling of your warm mouth on his cock, but you freeze midway and glance up at him, beautiful eyes glinting in the darkness of the room.

“Was I a good girl in your fantasy?”

He bucks his hips in need and replies, “Very good girl.”

His tormenting mind brings back the images of you in the sea of red roses and a clear drop of precum beads on his slit.

You smile and murmur, “Let’s see if I can do better than her.”

With that, you lick off the arousal of his fat head and he moans at the sensation.

You start taking him in slowly but confidently, pressing your hot tongue to the underside of his shaft. Your hand is cupping his heavy balls, gently massaging them. You’re already drooling around him and he thinks, that’s what heaven feels like.

“What a nice sloppy mouth you’ve got there, little slut.”

His harsh praise makes you moan around his cock. You start bobbing your head, your mouth moving up and down his length rhythmically. Joel shuts his eyes, as the image of you working his cock adds to the ecstasy and pushes him towards the edge faster and faster. He can’t come so soon. He wants himself forever buried in your sloppy warm mouth. Or in your tight wet cunt. Fuck, why is he doing it to himself?

His balls get tight and move in your palm, and your mouth leaves his cock.

“Don’t come yet. I want it on my pussy.”

“I said I ain’t fucking ya,” Joel growls, clenching his teeth.

“I said on my pussy,” you roll your eyes and add, “Think of a dead dog or something.”

You fucking wink at him and get back to sucking his poor cock.

Your lips and tongue are massaging every inch of his length and Joel closes his eyes again, hastily trying to find something in his mind that can stop him from squirting his hot cum down your throat.

His truck needs an oil change, yeah, he’ll deal with it tomorrow. It helps for a second but then he pictures you all oiled up and glistening. This very moment your face nuzzles his lower belly as you take him so deep in your throat, he feels you swallowing around him.

Joel opens his eyes and sees tears roll down your cheeks, your lips wrapped around the base of his member, your eyes empty and full of lust.

He quickly grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his cock, trying not to hurt you. You whine and he hisses,

“Shit…gonna come.”

“On my pussy, please, please!”

Joel groans and grabs you by the arm, lifting you on your feet. He tosses you on the couch, takes off your shorts and snarls, “ ‘course, no panties, little slut.”

He kneels between your legs, his hand braced on the headrest, the other wrapped around his ready-to explode cock.

“Show me your kitty, baby.”

“Oh, so is it ‘slut’ or ‘baby’, Mr Miller?” You purr, pouting your lips, but spread your thighs nonetheless.

“Right now you’re a fuckin’ brat,” he snaps and you smile, pulling your knees to your chest, just like in his dream. You lift your shirt, offering your breasts for his view as your hand darts to your pussy to spread your folds with your fingers, so he could paint every inch of you.

He points the tip at your soaked cunt, pumps his cock once, twice and the first jet of his cum shoots and lands right on your clit. You whimper into the back of your hand and your fingers get to work, swirling your bud, using his cum as lube. Joel doesn’t tear his eyes off the sight, milking his pulsating cock and giving you more, more, coating your pussy with a thick layer of his creamy load.

You’re wriggling under him, your nipples hard, belly heaving and when one more squirt hits your clit, you come, silently screaming and squeezing your eyes shut in euphoria. Joel sees your hole clench around nothing, and regrets not fucking your little pussy.

He’s panting, hovering over you, drinking you in and trying to memorize every little detail for his spank bank, while waves of pleasure hit you again and again, your body shaking and trembling.

“Oh, sir,” you whimper and he smiles triumphantly.

When your climax subsides, Joel goes to the bathroom. As he’s soaking a towel with warm water, he stares at himself in the mirror. His hair is tousled, face flushed. The realization of what he’s just done slowly sinks in and he curses at the reflection, “Fuckin’ dumbass.”

He returns and hands you the towel. You sit up and start wiping his cum off.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Sarah. Or anyone else,” you say, looking up at him.

Joel nods, and his hand darts to touch your face but he stops himself. You get up and grab your soaked shorts off the floor before turning to him.

“How about we watch a movie tomorrow, Mr Miller?” You ask, coming up to him with a gorgeous smile on your lips that makes him blush. “Same time, just you and me?”

Joel’s looking into your eyes, fruitlessly trying to hide his infatuation with you, and his hand rises to your face. He gently brushes your lower lip with his thumb and mumbles bitterly, “Think I know what movie to pick.”

Your face lights up and you purr with a wink, “Can’t wait to not watch it with you. Sweet dreams, daddy.”

Joel grunts disapprovingly and slaps your naked ass, when you turn to leave. You gasp, looking back at him, and bite your lip.

Before going upstairs, you give him a charming smile and he takes a deep breath.

Yeah, he’s fucked.

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bouncybongfairy · 7 months ago

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hi i cant get enough so ,, how would atla jet's first kiss go? and reader is someone who he thinks is superior to him and since jet comes off a bit awkward, reader tries to guide and teach him how to kiss

basically its js jet head over heels

First Kiss

Jett (atla) x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You teach Jet how to kiss.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: NSFW Content, Dry Humping, Fluff

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Jet invited you to your usual hang-out spot tonight. You’d started seeing him a couple months ago and you really like him. Most guys give up the ‘i’M sO sWeEt, I LiKe yOuR pErsOnAliTy’ facade after a while but he was maintaining it well. Always hyping you up even when you felt like a slob. You also liked how he was so open about his hate for the fire nation. Like many people in your Earth kingdom, Fire Lord Ozai has torn your family apart. Your mother lives in dread and will never say anything negative about him out of fear.

He was the only person who ever praised you on how brave it was to speak against them publicly. Jet shared the same hate towards the nation that caused both your families so much trauma. This created a deep bond between the two of you. The tension had been running high the past couple times you saw him. Maybe it was all in your head but you’d like to think it was a shared feeling. The way you’d catch him staring with a smile on his face, trying to play it off like he was looking at something behind you. He was standing at the tree you normally meet.

You hugged him like you normally did, getting on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into your ear and picked you up just a little. You practically melted in his arms, not letting go until after he set you down. Once the two of you started talking, you didn’t bother going anywhere else. Simply sitting down at the tree and talking to each other about anything and everything. The conversation eventually grew stale, running out of topics. This seemed like a perfect time to shoot your shot.

“Maybe this is uh- only on my end but I really like you, a lot,” you laugh nervously looking down until he responds.

“No, I’m glad you brought it up because I don’t know if I would have had the courage to tell you that like you back,” he laughed, grabbing your hand.

“But can you actually tell me why you like me without mentioning any of my physical attributes?” you asked.

“Yeah: you’re really fucking funny and you don’t mindlessly agree with people to make small talk. You speak with purpose. That doesn’t mean I can’t also like you for the way you cock your eyebrow anytime someone says something stupid. Or how perfect your lips look when you’re trying to hide your smile,” you said, which obviously made you smile.

“Just like that,” he laughed.

“Can I kiss you?” you blurted out, not being able to take the tension anymore.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he explained nervously.

“Let me teach you- or, can I kiss you?” you stumble over yours, trying hard not to make him feel pressured or uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous but I hope it’s not coming off as like- that I don’t want to,” he said.

Seeing that he was so nervous was endearing to you. The fact that he thought the moment he was too special to mess up made you feel valued. You leaned in and closed the gap between each other. His lips were soft and melted into yours. Brining one of his hands up and cupping your face. It didn’t take long for him to get the hang of things. Becoming more confident and swiping his tongue along your bottom lip.

Deciding to match his energy, you move yourself into his lap. Now you were holding his face, running your thumbs across his cheeks. Your heart felt like it was racing so fast, it could burst. A warm feeling spreads across your entire body. Both of you were breathing hard against each other's skin. His hands trailed down, running his fingers up and down your hips. Tracing the waistband of your pants, his calloused fingertips making your back arch. He adjusted his hips, allowing you to sit on his lap instead of hovering.

He groaned into your mouth as his erection brushed against you. Running your hands through his hair as you started rocking your hips against him. The kiss was getting more sloppy; your lips were becoming raw and swollen from the constant nipping and sucking. You pulled back, allowing each other to catch your breath.

Keeping your lips pressed against each other as you focus more on grinding. He was starting to buck his hips up against you, which made you moan quietly against his mouth. Reconnecting your lips and sucking his bottom one into your mouth. Pulling back and letting it go with a loud -pop- sound. Making both of you chuckle, breaking the intensity between each other. He pressed his forehead against your, unable to wipe away his smirk.

“Was that okay?” he asked, needing reassurance.

“More than okay, I’m finding it hard to believe it was your first kiss,” you laughed, moving the hair out of his eyes.

“Okay now you’re just trying to hype me up,” he rolled his eyes.

You ended up staying in his lap and talked for a while. Despite the fact that it was his first kiss, it didn’t make things awkward after. If anything, you felt like it made him more comfortable with being vulnerable during the conversation. You ran your finger down the bridge of his nose and eyebrows as he talked. Hiding the fact that it amused you when he stumbled over his words. Every now and then you’d interrupted him by melting your mouth against his.

Going further than a peck and working your lips together for a couple seconds. Laughing because you had to remind him of what he was talking about. After a while he walked you home, hand in hand of course. The entire time he was blushing, biting the inside of his lip; stopping himself from smiling like an idiot. He walked you all the way to the door and kissed your cheek before parting ways.

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beefrobeefcal · 1 month ago

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THANK YOU FOR PICKING UP WHAT I WAS PUTTING DOWN, BELOVED NEPTY!

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what the hell is wrong with tim feat. Tim Rockford

Summary: Tim is not acting like himself...and there's a coffee shop with only one bathroom.

Tim Rockford x f!cop reader | Rating: 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,565

Content Warnings: sex pollen, bathroom privilege abuse, handsy Tim - willing reader, consent is given to the needy man, scared coffee shop worker, talk of crime scene, police, public sexual encounter, high-as-ball oral sex, tim is a cunning linguist, oral (f receiving), eye patch required, gross bathroom floor, forced orgasm, squirting

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Tim had felt hazy and off since he’d left the warehouse. That was one of the weirdest drug busts he’d participated in, finding the offending parties sucking and jerking each other off and barely noticing that half the city’s police force was watching.

He was a reserved man. Many of his coworkers, past and present, had learned that his rough, quiet exterior was just the outer shell to a pensive, shy, overthinking loner. His routines kept him in line when a case had others wanting to pull their hair out, and his isolation and limited social life had him solving said cases quickly and without distractions.

You weren’t that much different from Tim, but you understood the inherent value of networking and getting to know your fellow officers. You had more of an extroverted nature, and seemed to be one of the few who could hold a conversation with Tim that wasn’t solely about whatever case either of you were working on at that moment – sometimes you discussed past cases and different kinds of coffee. Because of this, he’d developed a slight affinity for you that he kept deeply under wraps.

He tried to shake off the weird, hot feeling that coursed through his body, as he walked down the hallway to his office at the precinct; his hand rubbed the back of his neck. He’d barely noticed you coming from the copy room, and you in turn had your head down as you reviewed files.

“Whoa, Rockford! Walk much?”, you exclaimed as your shoulder collided with his. He looked up and you could see something was off, placing your hand on his shoulder to steady him. “Hey, are you okay?”

He looked at you, feeling the heat in him crank up to 11, and swallowed like his mouth was dry. He nodded and responded in a hoarse voice, rubbing his eyes. “I’m… yeah, I just… I just need some coffee.”

“Uh-huh.” You didn’t believe him. Tim was a man of few words, but not normally were those few words also stilted. You moved your hand to his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Are you drunk?”

Tim’s eyes met yours and there was no differentiating his pupils from his irises. Despite this, it still made your body react to his intense eye contact. He smiled although it seemed more loopy and intoxicated than what he normally offered you. “I wish. Might… might feel better than this. I… I jus’need some coffee…”

“Let’s get you some coffee.”, you said with a crooked smile. Your hand, after making direct contact with his skin on his chin, felt a slight tingling sensation. You wiped your hand on your jeans and lead Tim down the hallway.

You’d ushered Tim out of the precinct and over to a coffee shop located in a hotel lobby nearby. This place had won out over any other coffee shop, given it was the closest, it was usually quiet this time of day, and he looked like he needed to get out of the office entirely.

Tim’s head was swimming, and he was sweating profusely even though your table was directly under the AC vent; your skin was erupting with goosebumps and Tim was practically melting, a flush creeping up his neck and sweat beading on his forehead. You felt for the guy, you really did, but you knew this wasn’t a case of him just needing coffee.

“I’m not trying to be mean or anything but… you look like shit. Are you on something?”

He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, groaning. “I’m not on nothin’.”

You nodded, giving a non-committal uh-huh, not believing him, and the two of you continued to sit and sip in silence. The fingers that touched his chin still tingled, and you mindlessly rubbed the pads together, making the tingling extend up into your hand. You didn’t give it another thought; carpal tunnel syndrome was something you knew could come with desk work and it’s what you assumed this was. When you finished your cup and saw his was empty, too, you walked over to the counter to grab a second cup for Tim; even if coffee wasn’t the solution, he looked like he needed it.

Tim’s eyes followed you and as your back was to him, his mind swarmed with dark, delicious, and depraved thoughts as he stared at your backside. His feet were moving towards you before he realized he’d even gotten out of the chair; his hands gripped your waist and pushed you up against the counter, your back flush with his front.

“Tim!”, you yelped, trying to turn around to push him away, but his hold on you was firm.

He buried his nose in your hair and inhaled deeply and breathed out a deep growl, his hot breath cascading over your scalp, neck and shoulders. The woman behind the counter just watched, wide eyed, holding your two to-go cups of coffee. You offered a sheepish and awkward smile, trying to act as casual as you could manage and took the cups from her.

“Thank you!”, you said, cheerily, dragging Tim behind you. You wanted to leave, but with Tim all over you, the few steps back to the table were all you could muster.

You put the cups on a side table and pushed Tim off you. He fell back onto the chair heavily, still looking dazed.

You sat down on the other side of the table and glared at him, then your phone buzzed. You held a finger up to Tim, who was looking like he was starting to move towards you like a drugged bear, and hissed, “Stay put!”

A message from the precinct’s administrator, Sally, read:

You have Rockford with you? Is he acting weird? Daniels saw you leave with him. Other cops at the bust are being treated for non-lethal aphrodisiac intoxication. He should be fine but just watch out 😉

Closing your eyes and groaning, you tried to calm yourself; you couldn’t lose your cool when Tim was clearly so out of it. While you were deep in thought, your eyes still closed, you tapped the rounded corner of your cell phone on your head. And upon opening your eyes, you saw that Tim was gone. You looked around and heard a grunt from under the table.

You leaned down and got a good look at Tim crawling over around the table’s pedestal. His wild and fried eyes met yours and before you could take control of the situation, Tim grabbed your ankle, his hand moving up under your pant leg.

The cashier behind the counter cleared her throat and looked at you, silently asking if you were okay. You gave her a forced smile and nodded. “I’m… we’re fine!”

The cashier gave you a slow confused nod. Clearly, she didn’t believe you and was seconds away from probably calling the cops on this deranged man getting too handsy with this poor woman. You couldn’t let Tim be seen like this by your coworkers; the embarrassment would kill him.

“We’re… we’re rehearsing a play… and he’s drunk - he’s supposed to be drunk.”, you quickly spit out, forcing a laugh, as you tried to pull your leg away from his out-of-his-mind determination.

Another buzz! from your phone and the screen lit up with another message from Sally:

And don’t make direct contact with his skin.

You paused and stared at the screen, feeling a wave of warmth start from your head and roll down your body. You were brought back to reality for a moment when Tim’s hands tried to take off your shoe.

“What the fuck are you doing?”, you hissed at him, keeping your voice low as to not draw too much attention. His blown out and dopey eyes looked up at you and you could see a bit of drool in one corner of his stupid grin. “Tim. What. The. Fuck.”

“You just… you smell… you smell so good…”, he groaned, biting and mouthing your knee through your pants.

You froze, your eyes wide. You couldn’t help the fuzzy sensation that was starting to grip your mind, making that heat bloom in your core. His hands were on your bare skin as he soaked your pant leg with his drool. Even though your brain felt like it was beginning to fill with marshmallows, you still had enough senses to realize what was happening and you tried to diffuse the situation. “Tim, did you take or ingest anything… anything at that drug bust – “

“Need…”, he grunted, interrupting your questioning. His hands slid up your thighs and gripped your hips.

Tim’s head was getting dangerously close to your lap, his loud huffing and inhaling making it apparent where he was headed, his mouth leaving a drool path up your pant legs, and you needed to get control of the situation. You pulled yourself from his grip and stood up, stepping away from the table. You offered another sheepish, fake smile to the cashier, and leaned down to pull Tim up off the floor, eventually dragging him as he held on to your leg to the washroom near the backdoor of the coffee shop.

Getting into the washroom for you was one thing; trying to cajole Tim into standing up so you could get a better look at him under the fluorescent lights while your body was trying to pull you into a frenzied, horny abyss was completely different.

Similar to a sedated toddler, Tim’s body was like a balloon filled with cooked spaghetti. No matter what hold you had on him, he seemed to be drawn to the floor like a pile of wet laundry, and eventually, he was trying to pull you down with him.

“Tim, I need you t-”

“I need you, too…” he grunted, pulling himself up onto his knees with his grip on your hips.

His eyes were wild and fully black. You couldn’t help but see a bit of Mr. Burns when he’s drugged up on that episode of the Simpsons with the X-Files tie-in. As you were distracted in thought, he pushed you up against the sink counter and buried his face in your lap, the sound of his inhale obscene.

You squealed out, “TIM!”, and tried to shove him back, making contact with the bare, clammy skin of his neck. Your fingers tingled and your head felt light and fuzzy. Tim’s face contorted to that of a wild dog fighting for the last scrap of meat and he growled. Your body froze but your hazy brain didn’t give you the signal for fear; instead, you felt cautiously optimistic. His huge hands gripped the back of your thighs, pushing his face back into your crotch, and you seriously considered not stopping him this time.

Until your phone dinged repeatedly, bringing you back to reality. You managed to get your foot on Tim’s broad shoulder and kick him back while you fumbled in your pockets to find your phone. Tim landed on his back with a grunt, but, undeterred, he pulled himself up off the floor. You didn’t see it as you scanned the continual messages from Sally, telling you to bring him back to the precinct ASAP - demanding to know where you were and telling you that this could become a volatile situation. Your brows furrowed, confusion at the messages still coming in, asking for a response…

You need to come in with Rockford NOW. He is not stable. RESPOND NOW I PROMISE YOU THIS IS NOT THE TIME OR THE PLACE TO BE A HERO ROCKFORD IS COMPLIMENT FJCK FUCK I MEANT COMPROMISED. ROCKFORD IS COMPROMISED. YOU NEED TO TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE

Reading through the messages left you unprotected from Tim, as he stumbled towards you with a classic Kubrickian stare, grunting and panting and sweating. Before you could look up, he had you pinned up against the counter, his forehead against yours, his breath hotly washing over your mouth, and his hand planted on either side of you on the counter, caging you in.

You stared at him, your wide eyes so close to his that he looked like a cyclops, your own breathing becoming more of a pant as his sweat dripped down your face. He smelled like he was sweating a high end cologne with a hint of pine needles.

“Is… is it getting ho-hotter in here?”, you croaked out, trying to say something - anything - to diffuse the situation.

Tim only grunted back, one of his large hands moving to your side, clumsily gripping your waist. He dug his fingers in and groaned as if this was the only thing that was going to get him through whatever psychotic episode he was currently in.

You needed to get control of the situation. You cleared your throat and spoke in the most authoritative voice you could muster. “Offic-”, you squeaked out before lowering your voice. “Officer Rockford. This is inappropriate on so many levels and I must ask tha-that you k-keep your hands to yours-”

“Wanna eat your fucking pussy.”

Although the words he spoke came out clearly in a grunt, it took you a moment to realize that THAT was what came out of his mouth. You silently mouthed the words back to him with a furrowed brow, trying to relay the message to your brain. Your pussy, despite having no ears, heard the message loud and clear, and chose violence by deciding to clear house and flood the basement.

He closed his eyes and inhaled, his forehead pressing into yours, and let out a deep grumble of a grunt.

“I can -”, he shuddered out in a growl. “Fuck me gently, Jack - I can smell her…”

You could only let out a whimper and watch helplessly as he grabbed and pulled you to the floor, The slightly off-white tiles with stained grout were of no consequence once he had you down there. He crawled up your body like you imagined a drunk crocodile would lumber across a beach and his feverish body heat radiated off him. You felt like you were under a heating lamp, or under the spotlight during an interrogation, and he was trying to sweat a confession out of you. Your brain swirled with ideas and thoughts - all of them major HR violations - but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Tim sat up on your thighs and hands were sluggishly - yet deliberately - pulling at your belt and your standard issue detective dress pants, trying to get them open. You didn’t stop him, Instead, you gazed up at him; he was a vision. His white dress shirt was translucent with how drenched in sweat he was and the perfectly coiffed curls on his head were limp and dangling, wet and dripping. His face was flushed, and his neck - oh fuck, his neck - it was glistening; you watched one bead of sweat make its journey from his patchy beard all the way to join its brethren in making his shirt wetter.

Your head felt like it was under water, sounds muffled, but you did hear the sound of fabric ripping, and you watched his hands rip open your pants, no longer able to wait for the slow burn of a zipper being pulled down.

Everything moved in slow motion for you, like whatever had affected Tim had seeped into your bloodstream and you were both on a magical journey together on a hotel coffee shop’s bathroom floor. In a whirlwind that moved at a snail’s pace, Tim managed to stand up and pull your pants off, but didn’t make it over your shoes. Much like Peter Pan’s shadow, your ripped open pants laid on the floor, inside out, still covering your feet. Your underwear didn’t fare any better as he balled up the front of them in one fist and yanked them off your body, leaving deliciously red welts on your hips. If you cared, you didn’t realize it.

He snarled and brought the shredded remains of your panties to his face and inhaled. He grunted and mouthed them like he was a man starved, and the sounds he made were euphoric.

His large palm came down and clumsily stabilized himself next to you as he knelt down between your open thighs, grunting and snorting. Your hands shakily moved to his head and you felt his wet curls pull through your fingers, leaving your hands slick from his sweat and melted hair wax. His head moved down between your thighs as his hands brutishly pushed them up and apart.

The sound of his breaths panting out against the wet crux of your thighs was obscene and loud and so insanely hot, and above his sounds you swore you heard the angels weeping in envy as soon as his nose pushed against you into your folds. He groaned through his open mouth as his wide, flat tongue laved over your fluttering hole; his nose pressed tightly against your twitching nub, and you squeaked out a whine in response.

“So… fucking… good…”

His timbre and tone was deep enough that the vibrations alone pushed you closer to the edge and you let out a gasping moan. Tim pushed you, gripping the underside of your thighs, up onto your upper back as he got up on his knees, butting them against you. He shoved more of his face than should have been possible between your legs and opened his mouth wide and licked his tongue in your hole, like a teenager French kissing for the first time. If anyone had walked in, you swear they would have assumed that Tim had the most perverse-looking bong and he couldn't stop taking hits off it. The sounds you made were muffled and distorted from the angle he had you at as his nose repeatedly pressed against your clit, bumping and smashing it as he sucked the life out of you through your pussy.

“Tim!”, you panted out. “Oh fuck!”

He groaned a response, unintelligible due to his tongue being out and his face being buried, but you could have sworn he said, “I know, right?”

The white hot coil that had been slowly tightening over the past hour suddenly snapped and you screamed out, involuntarily trying in vain to arch your back. Tim held you firm and kept pressing his fucking nose into your clit and fucking you with his tongue. It was almost too much, and you screeched and writhed as much as you could, your hands gripping his arms and digging your nails in. Your whole body felt like it had been set on fire and it was consuming you.

But he didn’t let up. There was no respite, no chance for you to take a breath and reset. Another orgasm came crashing through you and then another one right on top of it. Through them all Tim kept going. And going and going, and you didn’t know any longer when one climax started and another began.

Tim held you firm in his arms, his large hands splayed out on your belly as your legs tensed and flexed over his shoulders. All you could do was hang on and scream while he devoured you over and over and rocked his hips against your back.

You swore you couldn’t handle anymore. Whatever drug or intoxication Tim had gifted to you was wearing off and you didn’t think your body could handle another mind altering orgasm. But he kept going, forcing another one out of you as he grunted and bucked and rutted against you faster and faster.

He let out an animalistic groaning growl into your pussy

The feeling in your lower belly was different this time. The build up was greater than before as his nose pressed harder and he panted into you while tongue fucking your hole. You felt the urge to let go as that coil released again and Tim simultaneously pressed his crotch to you and wailed out as a warmth bled over your back. He lifted his drenched face from you just enough with a high pitched moan that when you squirted, it got him square in the eye.

You don’t know how long you both laid on that bathroom floor. Your limbs felt heavy, like they were filled with concrete, and Tim didn’t seem to be faring any better. When you were finally able to catch your breath, you groggily sat up and looked at the carnage that was Tim; his whole body was shaking and the front of his navy blue dress pants were wet - not damp, not moist - and there seemed to be liquid pulsing still from his crotch.

“Tim - .”, you called out, but your voice was hoarse.

His head rose and he looked at you, dazed.

“What in the heck - “, he groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eye. When he brought his hand down to wipe his face, his eye looked red and irritated.

You both looked each other over and no further words were said as you pulled yourselves together. You left the coffee shop still straightening your clothes, not making eye-contact with any of the employees.

After taking a desperately needed long weekend, you returned to work. Walking in, you saw your coworkers and everyone behaved as if nothing had happened. Until Tim came into the morning meeting with an eyepatch on.

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theetherealbloom · 7 months ago

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YOU'RE THE RISK, I'M GONNA TAKE IT

Summary: You help your boss, Joel Miller, buy flowers for his date. Or so you thought.

Paring: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, SMUT, Light Angst, Reader Dislikes Roses (i also dislike them :P), Kissing, Cheesy, Crush, Grumpy Single Dad, Office/Workplace Romance, Assistant!Reader, Billionaire!Joel, CEO!Joel, Boss!Joel, She Falls First and He Falls Harder Trope, Grumpy/Sunshine Trope, Idiots-In-Love, Confessions, PWP (wrap it up ya’ll), Fingering, Power Imbalance, Pet Names, ‘Good Girl’, ‘Darlin’,

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: SOOOO WE’VE ALL SEEN THAT PIC RIGHT???? FML, if I ever saw that man carrying flowers and gifting them to me, I would marry him right away.

This is for @morallyinept Jett’s Flora & Fauna Writing Challenge for May! I was obviously inspired by the picture in the moodboard above and my love for Gracie Abram’s new song Risk! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you all for reading and supporting my deluluness tehe.

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Song: Risk by Gracie Abrams

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In the elegant floral shop, the scent of fresh blooms enveloped you as you stood beside your boss, Joel Miller, a man of many responsibilities and hidden depths. His piercing gaze fixed on a display of vibrant roses, seeking your opinion on a matter close to his heart - choosing the perfect flowers for a date.

Joel, a handsome billionaire with a company to run, a daughter to care for, and a brother to watch over, often sought your counsel on matters both personal and professional. Whether it was a crucial business decision or selecting a gift for Sarah's upcoming birthday, he valued your input more than he let on.

You studied the roses with a critical eye, your brows furrowing slightly as you considered the implications of his choice. "I think Lauren will love it," you finally offered, your voice tinged with a hint of reservation at the mention of Joel's recent romantic interest.

The name 'Lauren' left a bitter taste in your mouth, a woman who seemed more interested in Joel's wealth and status than in him as a person. You couldn't shake the feeling that she was using him for her own gain, and the thought of Joel falling for her facade made your stomach churn.

Joel's keen observation didn't miss the subtle shift in your demeanor. "Why are you makin' that face?" he questioned, his narrowed eyes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Your heart raced at being caught off guard, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "What face?" you attempted to deflect, but Joel saw through your facade with unnerving accuracy.

"The one you make when you don't like somethin'. You're scrunchin' your nose and everythin'," he pointed out, his gesture leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Caught in his perceptive gaze, you struggled to find the right words, knowing that you couldn't deceive him. There was an unspoken connection between you, a bond that transcended the boundaries of employer and assistant, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and unnerved by his proximity.

Joel's expectant gaze bore into you, his hand resting casually on his hip as he awaited your response, a subtle sign of his contemplation or frustration. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, a silent understanding passing between you as you navigated the delicate dance of honesty and restraint in your shared space.

You settled for the truth, pinching your lips as if you were thinking how to phrase the next few words, eventually meeting his brown eyes and saying, "I don't like roses." The words hung in the air, a confession that felt both liberating and terrifying.

Joel's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. Before he could respond, you cut him off, rambling on in a nervous attempt to clarify your thoughts. "I know, I know, it's just... my preference. It's not that I don't find them pretty... I do. It's just, sometimes it feels like there's no thought into getting someone roses."

You really should shut up, but you couldn't stop, your words tumbling out in a rush. "That's not to say you're not like putting in the effort to get Lauren... roses or something. It's just there's a whole language to flowers and their meaning, and there's definitely more options than just a whole bouquet of roses."

The silence that followed was oppressive, Joel's eyes roaming all over your figure as if taking in every detail. You felt like you were going to vomit, because there was no way you had just told your boss that he wasn't being thoughtful as he was getting the bitch flowers.

"What d'you like then?" Joel's deep voice asked, his tone low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You took a moment to formulate an answer, your heart racing with anticipation.

"Red Peonies," you swallowed, the words feeling like a revelation.

"Why?" Joel asked, his eyes never leaving yours, and you swear he took a small step closer to you, the distance between you shrinking to almost nothing.

"Besides it representing love, it also represents passion, honour and respect," you explained, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil inside. "There's just something more to it, I guess."

The air was tense, Joel's gaze burning into you like a brand. You felt like you were drowning in the depths of his eyes, the silence between you a palpable thing. You knew you should look away, but you couldn't, your gaze locked onto his as if drawn by an unseen force.

The world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a moment of raw emotion. You knew that you had crossed a line, but you couldn't help the way you felt. The truth was out, and now you just had to face the consequences.

The sharp chime of a phone shattered the charged silence between you, pulling you both back to the reality of the moment. You reluctantly pulled out your phone, a sigh escaping your lips as you delivered the news. "Your 3 p.m. meeting with Bill and Frank is coming up. We should buy those roses and go—"

But before you could finish, Joel interjected, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of reluctance. "We can come back for them later."

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his sudden change of heart. Quickly regaining your composure, you slipped back into your assistant mode. "I could have them delivered and—"

"Don't worry about it, darlin'," Joel cut you off, his deep Southern drawl sending a shiver down your spine. "Let's go to the damn meeting before Tess starts tellin' me off again."

Without another word, Joel strode towards the waiting car, the driver opening the door as you followed, slipping into the plush leather seat beside him. The tension in the air was palpable, the unspoken emotions between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

As the car pulled away from the curb, you found yourself acutely aware of Joel's presence, his warmth and the subtle scent of his cologne enveloping you. The silence stretched on, neither of you quite sure how to navigate the charged atmosphere that had settled over the two of you.

You stole a glance at Joel, his brow furrowed in thought, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the armrest. You longed to reach out, to bridge the gap that had suddenly opened between you, but the weight of your professional relationship held you back.

The drive to the office was a blur, the familiar sights and sounds of the city passing by in a haze as your mind raced with a thousand unspoken thoughts. When the car finally pulled to a stop, you both exited in silence, the weight of the unresolved tension hanging heavy in the air.

As you made your way through the bustling lobby, Joel's hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You couldn't help but wonder if the touch was intentional, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that simmered beneath the surface.

But as you turned to leave, Joel's voice stopped you in your tracks. "Darlin'," he murmured, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that took your breath away. "We need to talk."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to face him, unsure of what could possibly be running through Joel's mind. The intensity of his gaze only added to the butterflies in your stomach, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and trepidation at what he might say.

"What is it, Joel?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

He took a step closer to you, his expression serious as he reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skipped a beat at his touch, and you couldn't help but lean into it.

"I can't ignore this any longer," Joel began, his voice low and full of raw emotion. "I've been trying to fight it, but I can't deny how I feel about you any longer."

Your breath caught in your throat as he spoke those words, a rush of emotions flooding through you. Could it be possible that Joel felt the same way about you? Or was this all just some cruel joke?

"Joel..." You started, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

"No, let me finish," he said firmly. "Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. And when we spent that night together at the charity event...I knew then that I had feelings for you."

You were speechless, unable to believe what was happening. You had harbored secret feelings for Joel for so long and never thought they would be reciprocated.

"I know there's the whole boss-assistant dynamic between us," Joel continued with a small self-deprecating smile. "But I can't let that hold me back from telling you how I feel."

A mix of emotions swirled inside you, and you couldn't help but feel torn. On one hand, you wanted to give into the feelings that had been building between you and Joel for so long. But on the other hand, the thought of risking your professional relationship and possibly even your job was a daunting prospect.

"Joel, I-I don't know what to say," you stammered, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

He reached out and took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said softly. "I just needed to tell you how I feel."

Silence fell between you as you both stood there, lost in your own thoughts. You were torn between what your heart wanted and what your head was telling you was logical.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you gathered the courage to speak again. "Joel, I care about you too," you admitted quietly. "But there are so many complications..."

"I know," he said with a sad smile. "But we can figure it out together."

His words filled you with hope and warmth, but at the same time fear also crept in. You knew that pursuing a romantic relationship with Joel would be risky and could potentially cause problems at work.

Before either of you could say more, there was a knock on Joel's office door. Startled out of your reverie, you both turned to see Chelsea peeking her head inside.

"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt," she said apologetically. "But, Mr. Miller, we have that meeting with McKenna about the upcoming merger in 10 minutes."

After Chelsea left, Joel turned back to you, a hopeful expression on his face. "Can I see you later? Outside of work, I mean."

Your heart raced at the thought of spending more time with him outside of the office. You knew it was risky and could potentially cause problems, but the thrill of taking a chance with Joel was too enticing to resist.

"I'd like that...a lot," you replied, unable to stop a small smile from forming on your lips.

His face lit up at your response and he took a step closer towards you. "Can I kiss you?" he asked hesitantly.

You nodded eagerly. "Yes, please."

Without any hesitation, Joel leaned down and gently pressed his lips against yours. It was a gentle kiss at first, but quickly became more passionate as the chemistry between you two intensified. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss.

Eventually, the need for air forced you both to pull away. You gazed into each other's eyes, both panting slightly from the intensity of the moment.

"I should go," you said reluctantly.

Joel nodded and gave your hand one last squeeze before letting go. "I'll see you later then? I’ll meet you at your place.”

You smiled and nodded before heading out of his office. As you walked back to your own desk, your mind raced with thoughts of Joel and what this could all mean for your future.

Later that evening, as you heard a knock at your door, you couldn't help but feel excited and nervous. You had been thinking about Joel all day and now here he was, standing outside your door with a beautiful bouquet of peonies.

You quickly peeked through the door viewer, confirming that it was indeed Joel standing there. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hi Sweetheart," he said with his perfect smile, his dimple making an appearance on the left corner of his cheek.

"Hey," you replied with a bashful smile. "Come in."

Joel stepped inside, holding out the vase of peonies towards you. "I brought these for you," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection.

You took them from him and breathed in their sweet scent. "Oh, Joel, you remembered.”

"Anythin’ for you," Joel said with a small grin.

You couldn't help but feel touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you for remembering. They're beautiful. Thank you."

He shrugged nonchalantly before turning to take off his shoes. "So what should we do tonight? I can cook us dinner or we could go out somewhere if you prefer."

The idea of Joel cooking for you sounded wonderful, but at the same time, going out together also seemed like an exciting adventure.

"How about we have dinner here tonight and then we can go out tomorrow?" You suggested.

"That sounds perfect," Joel agreed with a smile.

As he prepared dinner in your kitchen, the two of you chatted comfortably about work and other random topics. It felt easy to talk to Joel and be around him, like it was just natural for the two of you to be together.

After enjoying a delicious dinner cooked by Joel (who turned out to be quite the chef), the two of you sat on your couch watching a movie. As the movie played on, you couldn't help but steal glances at Joel, his eyes intense as they flicked between the screen and your face. The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, the soft glow of the TV casting shadows that danced across his features.

Joel shifted slightly, his arm brushing against yours and sending a shiver down your spine. You turned to him, your heart pounding in your chest, and found yourself caught in his gaze. Without a word, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

The world around you faded away as Joel's mouth finally met yours in a searing kiss. His hands roamed over your body, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume everything in its path. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate.

You melted into each other, lost in a haze of passion and desire. Clothes were shed in a frenzy of need, skin meeting skin in a symphony of sensation. Joel's touch was electric, sending sparks throughout your body and setting every nerve on fire.

As you lay intertwined on the couch, your breathing heavy and your bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Joel's eyes searched yours intensely.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

You couldn't form words as he began trailing kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands explored every inch of your body, worshipping you with his touch.

"I want you," you finally managed to say, arching your back as he grazed his teeth along your collarbone.

With a growl, Joel lifted you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed with a hunger in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. His hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve and dip as if he was mapping out his favorite treasure. You moaned softly as his lips grazed over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Joel's kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, igniting a primal need within you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as you whispered his name like a prayer. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth with a fierce intensity that made your head spin.

He teased and tormented you with his touch, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breath hitched as he plunged into you, filling you completely and setting your senses ablaze.

The rhythm between you grew frantic, fueled by a hunger that could not be satisfied. Every thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body yearning for his touch, craving the sweet release that only he could bring.

He whispered filthy words into your ear, his voice gruff and raw with desire. "You want it," he growled, "You need it." His fingers gripped your hips, guiding you onto his shaft with deliberate precision. You groaned, lost in the ecstasy of his touch, your body begging for more.

He kissed you fiercely, his tongue dueling with yours, their movements synchronized with the wild rhythm of their bodies. His hands roamed over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as he explored every inch of your body with a possessive possessiveness.

You moaned, writhing against him, your body trembling with need, your heart pounding in sync with the frantic beat of his, as he plunged deeper into you with each thrust. Your nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks that would later serve as a reminder of this night.

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he nuzzled your collarbone, then your chest, and finally your nipples, which hardened under the gentle caress of his tongue. You arched your back, your body craving for more, as his hands cupped your breasts, kneading them with a ferocity that made you gasp.

As he continued to ravage your body, you could feel the heat building between your legs, a fiery ache that begged for relief. Your hips bucked against his, seeking that sweet release, the friction sending spears of pleasure through you. He groaned, his own arousal swelling, and he thrust harder, his hips meshing with yours.

His hands roamed your body, caressing your curves, leaving trails of electricity in their wake. You arched your back, your breasts thrusting forward, begging for his attention. He didn't disappoint, his mouth closing over one taut nipple, teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh, while his other hand trailed down your side, slipping between your legs.

Your breath hitched as his fingers found their mark, teasing your swollen folds, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through you. Your body trembled, desperate for his touch, for him to drown you in sensation. He obliged, his fingers delving deeper, slick with your arousal.

The roughness of his touch against your sensitive skin became a symphony of pleasure, as he slid in and out, his rhythm perfect, his fingers working in unison with the movements of his hips. You could feel yourself nearing the edge, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“Fuck, c’mon darlin, be a good girl, give it to me,” He groaned, as he sensed your impending release and increased the speed of his fingers, sending you over the edge in a wave of pure ecstasy. Your back arched off the bed, your nails digging into his skin as you cried out his name. He followed you over, spilling into you with a guttural moan.

You collapsed onto the bed, spent and breathless, but he wasn't done with you yet. He rolled you onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. You felt him smirk against your back before he slammed into you again, filling you up completely.

His pace was rougher now, more primal as he claimed your body as his own. You met each thrust eagerly, reveling in the raw passion that flowed between you.

He reached around to caress your clit, adding another layer of stimulation to the already mind-blowing experience. Your moans and cries filled the room as he drove you both to new heights of pleasure.

As you were both on the verge of climax once again, he flipped you over onto your back and plunged into you one final time. With one hand gripping your thigh and the other tangled in your hair, he pounded into you with an intensity that left you breathless.

When he finally let go and spilled inside of you for a second time, it was like a dam had burst within both of them. You clung to each other as waves of pleasure washed over you both until eventually subsiding.

You lay there tangled together in a sweaty mess, your limbs intertwined as you both fought to catch your breath. The air was thick with the scent of passion, the sheets clinging to your bodies in a sensual embrace. As the haze lifted from your minds and your heart rates slowly returned to normal, you looked up at him and smiled, your eyes shining with a mix of contentment and wonder.

"That was incredible," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate moment.

His lips curved into a satisfied grin, his gaze burning into you with a intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're incredible," he replied, his voice husky with desire, the words caressing your skin like a lover's touch.

You both lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking. The sheets were tangled around the two of you, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the feeling of being intertwined with him, your bodies still connected in an intimate embrace.

A part of you couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension, a nagging voice in the back of your mind warning you that this was uncharted territory. You were jumping headfirst into the deep end, and the risk of drowning was ever-present. But as you gazed into his eyes, the warmth and affection you saw there quelled your fears, replacing them with a sense of exhilaration and anticipation.

"I can't believe this is happening," you murmured, your fingers tracing the contours of his face, as if to reassure yourself that this was real. "I never thought we'd end up here, but I'm so glad we did."

He chuckled, the deep rumble of his laughter sending a shiver of delight through you. "Darlin', you have no idea how long I've been waitin' for this," he confessed, his hand caressing your cheek with a tenderness that belied the passion that had just consumed them.

You felt a surge of emotion welling up inside you, a mix of joy, trepidation, and a deep, abiding love that threatened to overwhelm you. "I'm scared," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm also so excited to see where this takes us."

His expression softened, and he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, reassuring kiss. "I'm here, darlin'," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "We'll figure it out, together."

As you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace, you knew that no matter the challenges, you would face them side by side. The risk of drowning may have been ever-present, but with him by your side, you were ready to dive in, to explore the depths of this newfound love and see where it would take you.

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taexual · 1 year ago

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sleepwalking ● 1 | jjk

summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers / fluff / angst / smut (in later chapters)

warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, SLOW BURN

words: 7.5k

chapter 1 ► when i open my eyes to the future, i can hear you say my name

There was virtually not a single person left on the entire fourth floor of the company building, despite it being a Monday afternoon. Normally, two other managers worked in offices adjacent to yours, so the noise in the hallways never settled below a pleasant hum: producers, promoters, and publicists – the three cursed Ps – shuffled in and out, heels clicking urgently against the marble floor.

This funeral silence was unusual, but you knew it was only a calm before the storm.

Rated Riot were going on their first-ever European tour in two days to promote their sophomore album – named aptly, “ready, set, RIOT” – and today was the final day of meetings. Evidently, the executives at Jett Records assumed that the band deserved to have a whole floor to themselves, so everyone else got a half-day, leaving you and the Floor Administrator, Rue, all by yourselves until the band got here.

This unsettling silence was exactly why you heard them arrive as soon as the door of the building opened four floors below. Rated Riot lived up to their name by making themselves heard before they were seen.

As soon as the sharp ding! of the elevator reached you in your office—your door was always open on meeting days, because the four members of one of the most promising rock bands in the world at the moment lacked any sense of direction—you could immediately feel the atmosphere lighten, the previous silence long gone.

“Rue! The apple of my eye!” Hoseok, the drummer and the de facto mood setter of Rated Riot, exclaimed as you listened to the familiar sounds of the band as they exited the elevator and, based on the repeated clicking of shoes in the lobby, momentarily got disoriented.

“Always looking good, Rue!” Jungkook, the vocalist, as well as the new Golden Boy of Jett Records followed after.

“Good to see you again,” Taehyung, the always well-mannered bassist, said. Silence followed and you assumed he shook Rue’s hand.

“Hello,” Yoongi, who was, technically, the guitarist of the band, but, really, played any instrument he could get his hands on, was the last to speak. He’d always been very well-spoken in songwriting, but quieter and more careful in most everyday conversations.

“Welcome, guys,” Rue greeted them. You couldn’t see any of them from where your office was located, but you’ve been in a similar situation countless times before and you could imagine what was happening without needing to witness it first-hand.

Rue would stand up from her seat and point her right hand down the hallway, reminding them—yet again—that they needed to walk down the hall and take a right turn. The members of Rated Riot, in turn, would walk down the hall. At least one of the four of them would turn left instead, causing a pause as the group gathered back together, exchanging confused glances. Then, they would turn back to Rue—who would still be standing there, her right hand extended like a helpful Statue of Liberty. They’d laugh at themselves, nod at Rue, and take the correct turn.

If things were going well, they’d find your office on first try—they’d just need to find the open door and peer inside; your desk was right in front. More often than not, however, they stumbled around, knocking and chuckling to themselves as they continuously interrupted the offices of everyone else, but you.

They were special. Not just because they looked like loose ducklings, separated from the Mother Duck, whenever they entered the company building, but also because, in spite of their own lack of coordination, they still managed to get things done.

And they brightened the day of everyone they came across. Which was almost ironic—as you realised by watching the four of them enter your office—considering the effortless rockstar aura that surrounded them.

Jungkook walked in first. That was typical because he usually did: sometimes because he was the only one who remembered where your office was, but usually because the other members offered him as a sacrificial lamb when they went knocking around every office on the floor in search of yours.

He was dressed in all-black—always—adorned with silver chains and necklaces that often gave you a start when you looked up, because he had a very specific way of entering the room: he seemed to make sure to position himself in just a way that the light, coming in from the window behind you, always reflected off his jewellery and momentarily blinded you.

Sure enough, you blinked, cringing into yourself as the brightness hit your eyes, and when you opened them again, he was already grinning.

“Hi,” he said and the rest of the members followed in after him—a brighter palette of colours.

Even Yoongi, who was the only one who could have given Jungkook a run for his money if you had to count which one had more black items of clothing in their closet, was wearing a beige, loosely buttoned shirt.

Despite that, however, you could tell they were rock artists as soon as you looked at them—all tattoos, piercings, intense eye make-up behind sunglasses, and old band tees—and you stood up, excited to let them know that, finally, every last loose thread had been found and tightened. They’d get to introduce their artistry on a different continent, and you’d make sure it’d go smoothly.

“We’re leaving for Prague tomorrow morning,” you told them once the five of you settled down at the round table in the back of your office. “So, if you were planning a going away party, I strongly advise against it.”

“We weren’t,” Yoongi said, lifting his glass of lemon water—there was a jug on the table—and giving you a reassuring look. “This is the strongest drink I’m having tonight.”

“Thanks,” you said paradoxically enough, but being grateful when the members of the band you managed didn’t get drunk before an important day was part of the job. “I’d also appreciate it if—”

“Hold on a second, though,” Jungkook interrupted—you’d been anticipating it. “I’m going to a gig tonight, Reconnaissance are in town again. And there’s obviously an after-party—”

Despite Reconnaissance being, arguably, one of the most popular rock bands in the world right now, you were definite when you cut him off, “No.”

“—so, I—wait. No?” he paused. “I never miss their shows, you know that. And I don’t get drunk easily. You know that, too.”

“That’s why you drink so much,” you rebutted. The rest of the band members got their phones out, knowing well enough at this point that this would take a while. “And then I have to come get you out of trouble.”

“You absolutely do not have to do that,” Jungkook insisted. “We’ve been through this.”

“Have we?” you argued. “Because I keep telling you it’s my job to keep you from passing out in a dirty bar bathroom, but you don’t care enough to hear me.”

“Well, you’re not very convincing. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll wake up again.”

You were used to having this conversation with him—you’ve argued about this way before he became a singer and you ended up as his manager. And yet, the lax way he said this made you clench your fists.

Despite being mostly introverted, Jungkook did enjoy getting drinks with friends: even if said friends enjoyed his celebrity status more than they enjoyed the drinks.

“And if you don’t?” you threatened. “Rated Riot’s vocalist gets his stomach pumped. A catchy headline.”

“Yeah, man,” Hoseok interjected, putting his phone screen down on the table and crossing his arms. “Doesn’t go well with the vibe we’re going for. Don’t get your stomach pumped.”

“Fine, I—”

“What he meant was, don’t drink so much that you’d need your stomach pumped,” you clarified because Jungkook moonlighted as a Loophole Finder.

“I never have!” he insisted. “Seriously, you treat me like I’m still nineteen. Have some faith.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the other members of the group look up from their phones. The band had only formed a few years ago, so you were the only person in this room who knew what Jungkook was like when he was nineteen. You never spoke about it – that was likely why everyone was so curious.

In any case, Jungkook was wrong. You did have faith—that’s why you spent so many of your off-duty nights driving down deserted streets to pick him up after his asshole friends convinced him it was a good idea to try the biker bar on the outskirts of town, and he’d gotten in an altercation with a burly redneck that was twice his size.

There was no time for that now, not when he was supposed to be on stage in Prague in three days.

“Well,” Taehyung spoke up. “I was thinking of going to the show as well. Not so much the after-party, I have better plans. But, uh, I could come, after all.”

You appreciated the offer, but you knew that these better plans involved him spending time with his girlfriend, Luna, who was going to join him for a few weeks of the European tour, but after that, the two of them were going to be apart for several months.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” you said, not trying very much to hide the hopeful undertones in your voice. Jungkook’s friends felt intimidated by all the members of Rated Riot; they’d be on their best behaviour if Taehyung was there.

“No, I think it might be fun,” Taehyung said. You exhaled quietly and he could sense your gratitude without words. He turned to his younger bandmate. “Should we go together?”

Jungkook groaned and mumbled under his breath, “not if I have to third-wheel again.”

“When have you ever third-wheeled anyone?” you asked rhetorically, but he was already opening his mouth to reply. Quickly, you added, “be careful, is what I’m saying, okay? I am complaining about having to pick you up from all kinds of holes, but if you need me to bring NDAs, I will bring them. So, ask.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but chose to stay quiet. He knew better now – the one time he did not make anyone sign a non-disclosure agreement after an impromptu, drunken busking session in New York, pictures of him, half-dressed and giving a lap dance to a random, equally as drunk, groupie, were on every rock page on Instagram. Accompanied with detailed retellings of how it came to happen, of course; all of them more ridiculous than the next. Your personal favourite story was that he was recruiting members for a sex cult.

“We’ll call you,” Taehyung gave you a nod, “if we have to.”

“Perfect,” you said, glancing at Jungkook again, even though expecting him to confirm that he, too, would call you if he had to, was wishful thinking.

Every time you reminded him how he needed to start going out with a less destructive crowd, he’d treat his phone like a poisonous snake – and he’d been doing that even before you became his manager. His friends seemed to get their pleasure fix from watching you arrive and rip him a new one, so they were the ones who called you most of the time, always laughing into their phones like true accomplices.

It was funny how Jungkook was the only one who passed out or got so wasted, he ended up on a ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. His friends always walked away unscathed and, usually, only called you by the time they were back in their bedrooms – “when we left, he was ordering mint and honey daiquiris, you should probably go over there and check up on him.”

It was like they loved pushing him into danger and purposefully bringing the two of you together again, and Jungkook either didn’t realise or didn’t care anymore. It’s been a while, after all.

You and Jungkook had been broken up for almost two years when you got the unbelievable offer to manage an up-and-coming rock band. This was over two years ago now and you were only twenty-four back then. Up until that point, you had worked as an assistant manager for various indie artists, so that offer was massive.

You figured the downside that your ex-boyfriend happened to be in this particular band was worth it, considering the huge leap in your career you’d make by accepting this job.

And, for the most part (excluding the first two months that were pure chaos of repressed feelings), you and Jungkook both made this work, drawing a strict line between your relationship before Rated Riot (back when he still had your phone number saved as “❌”) and after he met you again as Rated Riot’s new manager (ironically, now your name on his phone was “❌❌❌”).

You’ve managed Rated Riot for almost exactly two years now, and if you’d asked the band – which you wouldn’t, partially out of humbleness, but also because you were scared – you’d know that they loved working with you as much as you loved working with them. So, in the end, it all really had been worth it.

“Check your emails for the descriptive itineraries,” you continued smoothly enough. The guys at the table put their phones down and returned their attention to you. “Now, who else is coming with us?”

Technically, the band wasn’t supposed to bring anyone – the label was explicitly clear about that. They wanted the first European tour to go “without a hitch” (meaning, without distractions), but you held a more liberal view here.

You didn’t think loved ones coming on the road were a distraction; if anything, they were a firm support mechanism that made touring easier for the artists.

“I know Luna’s staying until the Barcelona show, yeah?” you asked, double-checking the notes on your laptop.

Taehyung nodded, a small smile on his lips at the mention of the girl. “She flies out the next day, yeah.”

“Okay. Who else?”

“Well, Sid and Jude are coming,” Jungkook spoke up and, after seeing your eyes roll back, added, quieter, “and Minjun isn’t sure.”

The three musketeer-wannabes – Sid, Jude, and Minjun – were on speed dial on your work and personal phones, because if Rated Riot had a performance and the vocalist wasn’t there, it was likely those three who were to blame. They were the only ones who knew Jungkook longer than you did, and they seemed to take pride in the fact that they had successfully been causing you headaches for seven years now.

“Sid and Jude,” you repeated, “aren’t worried they’ll lose their jobs if they travel to Europe abruptly?”

“No, they’re cool,” Jungkook shrugged, not catching the mockery in your voice—both Sid and Jude worked for their families, which really meant that they got paid to occasionally show up at the shareholders’ meetings on behalf of their parents. “I’ll text Minjun right now. Maybe he’ll come when we’re in Poland…”

“I needed confirmation by last week,” you reminded him. “At the latest.”

He glanced at you from his phone and then went back to texting. “So, why’d you ask now?”

“To double-check,” you said. “They’re going to have to book the hotels themselves. Or sleep on the street. Honestly, I don’t really—”

“So, uh,” Yoongi interrupted before another argument could begin, “how many hotels this time?”

“Prague, Amsterdam, and Paris. And some nights in London, depending on our flight time,” you said with an apologetic smile. “Bring your favourite blankets. We’re living on buses for the next three months.”

None of them minded – if anything, you could see a little glitter in their eyes as they listened to you. Being on the road and having to sleep on the tour bus every night was an experience they’d missed. They hadn’t gone on an actual tour in almost a year – as someone who thrived on live performances, they had obviously missed this.

Really, you’ve missed it, too. Rated Riot may have been a riot to look after as their manager – pun fully intended – especially on tour, but they were your riot to deal with.

You liked your job and the challenges that came with it, because, in the end, you overcame most of them: starting with your previous relationship with Jungkook (no one in the band had a problem with it, and the label miraculously seemed not to know about it) and ending with your relatively young age (Jungkook was the only one who had a problem with you being his age, but he had a problem with almost everything).

Hopefully, one day you’d manage to overcome the challenge that was getting Jungkook to open his eyes and realise that the people he surrounded himself with were more groupies than his friends. But all in due time.

“If you have questions,” you said as the meeting approached its’ conclusion, “go right ahead.”

“Wake-up calls,” Yoongi said. “Any possibility of arranging those?”

You smiled – this had been traditional practice ever since you started to work with them.

“I’ll call,” you said and then remembered a particularly frustrating way in which this had backfired. You added, “and keep you on the phone until you’re out of bed.”

Back when you were an assistant manager to a different band, this had been your main task. And, you supposed, if Rated Riot had assistant managers, they’d be the ones making wake-up calls, too – however, the band had only started to live up to their potential now. Before you booked the European tour for them, Jett Records thought they barely needed one manager to begin with.

You’ve made it this far. If the tour went well, maybe you’d get to expand your team as the band gained popularity.

Jungkook felt giddy the whole night. The Reconnaissance show with Taehyung and Luna was a lot of fun, as expected—he’d seen the band five times before tonight, and they never failed to let him down.

When he arrived at the after-party, he was nearly vibrating with excitement—on top of everything, he was going on tour tomorrow and he knew he might lose his mind over it—and this was usually the time when he tended to get reckless.

He did drink a little too much to retain a completely sober mind, but he stayed true to his word and did not wander anywhere or caused any—serious—trouble. You would have said that’s because Sid and Jude weren’t with him, but Jungkook was convinced it was because he simply had great self-control when he put his mind to it.

The only place he went to after the party was his family’s house, so he could say goodbye to his grandma. She probably wouldn’t even hear him—and if she would, then she probably wouldn’t recognise him—but he couldn’t leave to Europe without saying goodbye to her.

He thought he’d take his Katana to the house, but then remembered immediately the last time he got on his motorcycle drunk – his grandma had, literally, smacked him on the back with a rolling pin, yelling about how careless he was. She didn’t say that she hit him out of concern for his safety—that was obvious—and, instead, she focused on how hard he’d worked on restoring the bike after he’d bought it; his first purchase with the money that he made off Rated Riot’s music.

“Don’t you want it to last?” she had said then. She’d been the only person who believed he could bring the bike to life, despite it not having a single properly functioning part, least of all the engine. “You worked so hard on it. Do you want to wreck it in one night?”

Tonight, however, everyone in the house was asleep when he arrived. It was quiet, so he tried to be silent as he went up the stairs to her room—and then knocked over a picture frame after his feet fumbled on the carpet in the hallway. But no one went out to check who was making the noise—which was dangerous, he realised for a brief, semi-sober second; but the house had security, so he figured they were safe from outsiders—and he gently lowered the handle on his grandma’s door, peering inside.

The room was painted in blue hues from the night light next to the bed where his grandma was sleeping. He approached—really trying to be quiet this time—and carefully pulled her comforter up, so she wouldn’t get cold, even though the room felt warm.

It was always warm here and Jungkook had to bite his lip when he realised how much he missed sitting here as a child while dozens of his cousins ran around the house and wreaked loud, childish havoc. How much he missed his grandma reading him books—never children’s stories, he always insisted she read him the thickest, most boring books he could find on her shelves, just so he could stay in her room longer, listening to her soothing voice and feeling her comforting warmth.

Sniffling quietly, he leaned closer to her and brushed a strand of white hair from her face, listening to her soft breathing as she slept, unaware of his presence.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised in a whisper as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She didn’t wake. “We will talk again then.”

He knew he’d keep this promise even if she didn’t hear it, even if she didn’t remember. But leaving her room felt painful and he was far less excited now. The alcohol had begun to wear off and heaviness settled in his chest instead. This happened sometimes when he was left alone with his thoughts, especially after he visited his grandma.

He'd come back, he knew he would. But as he glanced at his grandma’s sleeping frame one more time—remembering how she hadn’t called him by his name in months; not one glint of recognition in her eyes when she’d see him—he wondered if he’d have anyone to come back to.

Surprising exactly no one, Jungkook was the only one who did not answer your wake-up call the next morning. Having foreseen this, you’d already called Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung – in that order, because the first two took the longest to wake up, and by that time, Taehyung was already awake on his own – and only then attempted to reach the one remaining member.

Fifteen minutes later, you were already dressed and ready to drive over to his house and personally wake him up with an icy bath in bed. And just then, your phone rang – his name as the caller’s ID.

“Look who—”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook’s groggy voice cut you off before you could greet him with the appropriate sarcastic remark. “I’m awake. Halfway in the shower.”

“I don’t hear running water.”

He responded with a groan first, then shuffling. You waited patiently, balancing the phone on your shoulder as you unlocked the door of your apartment. Finally, you could hear the water start running on the other end of the call.

“Happy?” Jungkook asked, always the brightest of all rays of sunshine in the morning.

“Ecstatic,” you replied, equally as enthusiastically. “Sending a car to pick you up in half an hour. Don’t be late.”

“I can drive myself—”

“No driving when you’re hungover,” you said, not for the first time. “In fact, don’t even go near your Katana.”

He considered several ways to respond to you; first and foremost, defending his beloved, navy-coloured Suzuki Katana with a matte coating, custom-made leather seat covers, golden rims, purring engine, and—anyway. He ended up choosing to respond with a question, “how do you know I’m hungover?”

“I’ve known you for almost ten years,” you replied. “If you go out drinking the night before, you’ll wake up hungover.”

“Well, how do you know I drank that much last ni—?”

“Listen,” you cut him off, hoisting your suitcases over the threshold of your front door. You fixed your phone against your cheek and continued, “how about you take that shower, and we’ll resume this nice little Q&A at the airport?”

“No,” he replied and, in a purposefully exaggerated breathy voice said, “I simply can’t stop talking to you.”

“Hanging up now.”

Jungkook laughed as he listened to the beep, indicating the end of the call. Putting his phone on the side of the sink, he took his shirt off and was about to continue undressing when his phone vibrated and nearly fell off the sink.

Scrambling to catch it, he smacked it against the cupboard and exhaled in relief when he saw that the screen hadn’t cracked. He was expecting a text from you – a threat, in case he’d go back to bed – but it was actually Sid, asking for the time of his flight.

His friends were taking a separate flight out to Prague – they weren’t happy about it and neither was he, but at least they’d get to hang out in Europe eventually – and, obviously, they wanted to know what time they’d meet up and where.

He double-checked the itinerary you’d emailed him, got confused about the time zone difference and texted Sid back.

“Gonna be there the day before the show,” his text said, “jetlag. Sleep. Maybe beer? Catch u there.”

Sid was, of course, delighted to hear the mention of beer and Jungkook snickered to himself before he resumed undressing for his shower—knowing from experience that you wouldn’t be above shipping him to Prague in the cargo section on the plane if he was late to the airport.

As it turned out, for the first time in his life, Jungkook was so terribly jet-lagged, that he did not feel like doing anything – not even drinking with friends – but sleeping.

He slept through the whole layover in Paris – and, consequently, through Taehyung and Luna’s stories about the 5 minutes they got to spend in front of the Eiffel Tower before rushing back to the airport (never mind that it was about 2 AM) – as well as the flight to Prague.

He only woke up on the bus ride to the hotel when he felt something nudging his lips and opened his eyes to find an open bottle of Coca-Cola in your hands as you held it by his face.

“Did you just—” he started to say, but his voice sounded brittle, more a croak than a voice, really. He cleared his throat and tried again, “did you just wake me up by making me sniff soda?”

“It worked,” you replied, nudging the bottle at him again. “Drink. You need sugar. You didn’t eat anything on the plane here.”

“I had that bagel on the flight to Paris,” he mumbled, but sat up properly and took the bottle from you.

“That was a croissant,” you clarified. It was almost cute to see him barely awake. “And I warned you about flying with a hangover. You did this to yourself.”

“I’m fine,” he replied after taking a big gulp of coke. “Not sure which day it is, but other than that, I’m perfect. Do you have anything for headaches?”

Snickering, you nodded. “Yeah, give me a second.”

You went to fetch your carry-on bag and returned with ibuprofen, which allowed him to go back to sleep until you arrived at the hotel. The other members were also in and out of slumber, but that was their own fault. You and the other girls on this tour, which, really, only meant Luna— Taehyung’s girlfriend—and Maggie—the tour photographer—had planned ahead and taken sleeping pills as soon as the plane took off. Meanwhile, every man on this trip thought too much of himself.

By the time you arrived to the hotel and checked in, it was already lunchtime. If this had been your first time travelling with Rated Riot, you would have been beyond surprised to see what effect food had on them: they looked like they'd just returned from the most refreshing vacation in the Caribbean. Lively conversation and cheerful laughter echoed around the table – no one would have guessed that they’d just spent over 13 hours on airplanes. Their recovery was nearly always miraculous.

And, naturally, since they were feeling better, they wanted to do something as soon as the first rehearsal was over. You had far too many things to do before the show tomorrow, so you couldn’t babysit them – again, an assistant manager would have been life-saving – but you knew you’d still have to keep an eye on them.

Taehyung and Luna went sightseeing, but they were the sort who kept you updated on their adventures through pictures, which you were endlessly grateful for. There was never a reason to worry here; if you were a teacher who had to pretend not to have a favourite student, Taehyung would be the student you were pretending about.

Yoongi and Hoseok, initially, went to a record store together, but then split up – one of them returned to the hotel for a nap, and the other one went café-hopping. Those two were also fine – they usually took some members of the crew with them anyway, so you knew that in the worst-case scenario, you’d still have several people you could call to reach them.

Now Jungkook was going to meet up with Sid and Jude, both of whom had, most unfortunately, successfully landed in Prague. The Diabolical Duo would take him out drinking, you had no doubt about it – and this was where you’d have to step in with another warning. You weren’t the angry mother, dragging her children by their ears, but you felt it necessary to remind Jungkook of what was at stake if he allowed his friends to be their usual, obnoxious selves tonight.

However, you didn’t want to ask, so you had to figure out where to find them yourself. You didn’t even have to use the seven years that you’ve known them to deduce two logical, universal-for-all-assholes things: one, Jungkook’s friends wouldn’t be nearly tired enough not to want to drink. Two, they’d be too jet-lagged to look for their usual hole-in-the-wall spot that sold drinks. Therefore, they’d have to settle for the bar of the hotel.

And when you exited the elevator on the ground floor later that night, your assumption was confirmed – you could hear their laughter from where you were standing in the lobby.

You’d texted Jungkook as you arrived, hoping he’d leave his friends and come see you at the back of the bar for a minute, but unfortunately, Sid and Jude noticed you and waved you over with loud cheers.

Embarrassed as the people in booths around you began to turn to look, you swallowed and walked towards the front where Jungkook and his friends were sitting by the bar.

“Wow, it’s been so long!” Jude exclaimed as you approached. In your opinion, it wasn’t nearly long enough, but you only lifted the corners of your lips and did not comment.

“Jungkook, a moment?” you said instead.

“Let’s get you a drink!” Sid suggested as though you hadn’t spoken and extended a hand, clicking his fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey! Can we get some Margaritas here?”

You cringed watching this, but, again, restrained yourself. They could behave like pricks all they wanted; it wasn’t their reputation that you had to protect. Someone else would, hopefully, teach them a lesson.

“Sure,” Jungkook said to you, sliding off the stool. He seemed sober enough to walk without any sort of waddling or stand without swaying, but you could tell by the relaxation behind his eyes, that he was already tipsy.

His friends patted him on the back and whistled as he followed you to a quieter spot in the back of the bar. He shook his head at them—but had a grin on his face, and for that alone you wanted to punch him.

“Can I count on you to take it easy?” you asked, once the two of you were out of earshot. “Not because you’ll make my job much harder if you don’t, but because you have a rehearsal tomorrow at eight, and that’s hard with the jet lag alone, but add a hangover into the mix, and—”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, but you’ve heard this song many times before. It was one of his top hits. “I’m actually tired, so I might have a few and then go straight to bed.”

“Okay,” you said, choosing to believe him, because that was easier than making him sign a contract, swearing not to wake up in a dumpster. “Can you text me when you’re back in your room? So I know you’re not lost somewhere in Prague with Dumb and Dumber.”

His lip twitched in an almost-smile at the nickname, but he resisted – a loyal friend, even if they didn’t deserve it – and gave you a nod.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll text you. And I won’t get lost.”

“Okay—” you started to say and then squinted your eyes at him, realizing. “I meant don’t go wandering the city streets while drunk.”

He snorted and placed a hand on your left shoulder. Gazing into your eyes, he enunciated very dramatically, “I will not get into trouble. Promise.”

You pursed your lips. “You’d better not.”

“I realise what that would mean, believe it or not,” he said, straightening. “Tomorrow is an important day. I’d never do anything to ruin it.”

“I know,” you said. “I trust you to make smart choices. I don’t trust them.”

You pointed at the twosome by the bar – both of them watching you like you were the entertainment of the night – and Jungkook turned to look. Sid and Jude both immediately waved at him. Jungkook waved back and, when he looked at you again, he was smiling softly.

Clearly, he genuinely enjoyed hanging out with those two. You’d never believe that there was anything about them that was bearable—let alone enjoyable—so Jungkook’s weird attachment to them had to come from some sort of weird destructive force inside of him.

“I’ll keep them in check,” he said and then, possibly prompted by the skeptical frown on your face, he felt the need to explain, “they help me relax. If it weren’t for them, I’d probably be shaking from anxiety all the time. Kind of like you are.”

He winked as he said that last part, grinning at his own wit, but you rolled your eyes in response.

“Goodnight,” you said then. “Don’t forget to text me.”

“Are you going to stay up late waiting for my text?” his tone was humorous and it stopped you from leaving.

“Hopefully not,” you said, ignoring the flirty comment that was obviously meant to rattle your composure. “But it’d do you well to remember that I can make life very difficult for you if you disobey me.”

He lifted his eyebrows at this, but did not lose the grin. “Oh? Will I get punished if I—”

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you said again—louder—and turned away.

You glanced over your shoulder when you reached the archway leading to the lobby and caught him watching you leave—he was still beaming, but he composed himself and nodded when he caught your eye. You nodded back.

Maybe he really would be fine tonight.

And, truly, Jungkook had meant what he’d said – he couldn’t wait for tomorrow and there was nothing he’d do to ruin that. Not even if the smirking faces of his friends prompted him to laugh as soon as he returned to his seat by the bar.

“What do you want, assholes?” he asked, punching Jude on the shoulder as he walked past his friends. As soon as he sat down, leaving Sid in the middle, he took a big gulp of the beer he’d left waiting; only his third one tonight.

“We don’t want anything,” Jude said, still smirking. “What did she want? Another moral how you’re not being a good boy?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “No—”

“I was always curious,” Sid interrupted. “Was she like that when you dated, too? You know, always in charge?”

Even before you and Jungkook had settled into a steady enough rhythm of working with each other, neither of you spoke to others about your relationship. Not while you were dating, and not after you broke up. So, all your friends—real friends and whoever the hell Sid and Jude were—essentially knew nothing of your relationship.

And there was nothing he’d tell them now.

It’s been four years since you broke up—plenty of time to move on. Not to mention, you were both (trying to be) professionals. There was no point to bring back the past; there never had been.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jungkook teased, managing to keep the banter going without revealing how the question irked something inside him.

“I would. That’s why I asked,” Sid replied, laughing haughtily. A few heads turned his way. Sid sounded very much like an entitled heir—or an elephant high on helium—when he laughed, especially when there was nothing funny going on. “I mean, you never talked about her to us. Was it getting rid of her that made you who you are today?”

Jude snorted, slapping Sid on the back in a half-supportive, half-warning manner. Jungkook knew that the level of your patience for his friends ranged from Sid (no patience) to Jude (case-by-case), to Minjun (bearable)—and he could see why.

“I didn’t get rid of her,” he said, an edge to his voice. “We broke up and moved on. Did you hear from Minjun?”

Sid laughed again—even louder than before; the glasses behind the bar seemed to clatter.

“Look at him, trying to change the topic!” he wheezed, looking at Jude over his shoulder.

“Leave him be, man,” Jude said and nodded at Jungkook. “So many girls around us and this dumbass is still hung up on your ex, huh?”

Jungkook finished his beer and held the liquid behind his cheeks for a second before swallowing. He caught the bartender’s eye and lifted his empty glass, indicating a refill.

“I don’t think I’m the one who’s hung up,” Sid said with a very knowing look in his eye.

Jungkook looked at him and raised his eyebrows—surprised and momentarily distracted from his drink. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you come to her as soon as she calls, like a puppy,” Sid replied. “So, you tell me.”

“I have to come when she calls,” Jungkook defended. “She’s my manager.”

“Yeah, dumbass,” Jude said, slapping Sid on the back of the head this time. “She’s his manager.”

Jungkook suddenly found himself smiling when he realised that you’d probably consider this the reason why Sid acted the way he did sometimes – permanent brain damage from Jude’s incessant slaps.

“Well, then someone,” Sid said, angrily accentuating the word—the anger was clearly directed at Jude, but the pronoun at Jungkook, “has a fucking crush on their manager.”

“I don’t have a crush—”

Sid spoke over him, “I bet you could never get her to go out with you again.”

Jungkook saw the bartender approach to pour him a drink and he heard Jude scoffing, but he could only blink, taken aback by what sounded like an accusation. “Why—why would I even—why—”

“Oh, see, see?!” Sid screeched, turning to Jude with a triumphant expression. Jude gave him a pitiful look—and looked about ready to give him a black eye, too. “He knows I’m right, it’s why he’s stuttering!”

“Dude,” Jude said slowly. “You are yelling.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, nodding at the bartender as a thank-you and then bringing his refilled glass to his lips. “And I’m not stuttering.”

“You so are, my man,” Sid taunted, patting Jungkook on the shoulder with so much force, the beer nearly spilled from the glass and from his mouth. “Your ass is so whipped, you’re going to be singing at her wedding to some random producer.”

Suddenly hyper-aware that there were several producers on tour with them right now, Jungkook put his drink down and straightened in his seat.

“I’m not fucking singing at weddings,” he said.

“Not yet,” Sid pointed out, grinning. He knew he'd gotten under his skin.

“Okay, come on now,” Jude interjected, leaning back in his seat to be able to see Jungkook. “You promised you’d sing at my wedding.”

“As if anyone would ever marry you,” came Sid’s snide.

“You shut the fuck up,” Jude snarled, but there was no malice behind his bark. “I have more chances of marrying someone than he has of marrying his manager.”

“He—oh, fuck!” Sid was about to argue, but then burst into laughter—so loud and thunderous again, that the bartender was forced to glance over at the security guards by the entrance to the bar. “That’s good! You’re so right!”

“Both of you are fucking idiots,” Jungkook spoke. The edges of his vision were red. “I could get her to go out with me again if I wanted to.”

“Oh, sure, sure,” Sid nodded, wiping invisible tears from his eyes. “Big talk.”

“Jungkook, no offense, my dude,” Jude said, leaning forwards this time. “Let him have this one. Sid may be dumber than box of rocks, but he’s got a point here. Forget about her.”

Another insinuation that had Jungkook throwing his head back in frustration.

“There’s nothing to forget!” he groaned. “What the fuck are you even talking about? I just fucking told you I moved on.”

“So why are you getting all riled up, then?” Sid smirked, more and more satisfied with each curse that he provoked out of him.

Jungkook felt even angrier, because he was getting riled up, but he had a good reason for it. He enjoyed banter as much as the next person, but he did not enjoy mockery at his own expense—especially not the kind that involved you.

He snapped back, “because you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

His friends snickered at this – convinced that his irritation only proved the point they were both making – and Jungkook clenched his jaw, annoyed.

“If anything,” he added sharply as he picked his beer up—as if that could somehow distance him from this conversation, “it’s her who’s still hung up on me.”

That was a cheap, childish defence, and everyone by the bar knew it.

“Yeah, right!” Sid cried out, but resisted from laughing again. “We’ve heard her yell at you more times than we can count. You fucking wish she was still hung up on you.”

“Okay, to be fair, Sid can probably only count to five,” Jude added—Sid finally punched him on the shoulder—as he toyed with the paper umbrella on his fourth cocktail; the Margaritas they’d ordered were long gone. “But he’s right, you know? You’d never get her to go out with you again.”

There was pity in Jude’s voice—as if he felt sorry that Jungkook lived in denial, chasing after you and convincing himself that it was only a matter of time before you’d come back to him.

This made Jungkook’s temper vile, his face red, hot, and angry. He slammed his beer back on the table, forcing some of it to spill. “Yes, I fucking would!”

Sid was hiccupping as he laughed.

“Okay, okay, listen—let’s make a proper bet,” he managed. He picked up a napkin from the bar top, then looked around for something to write on it with—not finding anything, he stood up from his seat and leaned over the bar, grabbing a pen before the bartender could notice. “$1000 says you can’t get her to go on a date with you again.”

He glanced at Jude for approval—Jude shrugged.

“I’d suggest $500,” he said. “We don’t want to rob him blind.”

Jungkook’s face remained stoic, prideful.

“Fine with me. But you have no idea what you’re getting yourselves into,” he bit.

“Oh, that’s right, he’s been awfully cocky about the whole thing, hasn’t he?” Sid spoke, addressing his rhetorical question at the bar. He wrote something on the napkin and then lifted it to show the number “4000” to Jungkook. “How about this: Jude and I each pay you $2000 if you win. But if you lose, you give us your Katana.”

Jungkook lifted his eyebrows, the sudden mention of his bike catching him off-guard. Sid came from old money, he could afford fifteen brand-new motorcycles with the change he found in his suitcase, probably.

“How is that fair?” he asked. “Do you even know how much a Suzuki costs these days? It’s not $4000, I can tell you that much.”

“Why should you care?” Sid asked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You were so confident about winning the bet just a second ago. Scared you’ll lose after all?”

In his defence, Jungkook did hesitate for half a moment. But there was a shit-eating grin on Sid’s mouth that he wanted to wipe off more than anything else, and he downed the rest of his beer in one big gulp—a showcase of his determination.

“Not at all,” he said then. He wasn’t sure if he was lying as he said this, but he had no time to figure that out. He extended his hand at Sid. “Get your money ready.”

Here, he was putting up a front – this wasn’t about the money at all. It was more a thing of pride; they were teasing him, purposefully making fun of him—and he wanted to prove them wrong, regardless if they were actually wrong.

Smirking, Sid shook his hand—cementing the bet between all three of them, as Jude was busy finishing off his cocktail—and was about to say something when Jungkook jumped off his stool.

“Have to go now,” he said, always a show-off with his overly creative comebacks when he was tipsy. “My horoscope predicts a date and a big fortune in my near future. Got to prepare.”

chapter title credits: sleep token, “rain”

special shout-out & thank you to @eleni-cherie who delivered the much-appreciated kicks in the ass, so that i would keep writing. the odds were really against me, so if it weren't for you & our in-depth fanfic discussions, i definitely wouldn't even be writing this note right now, let alone finally starting this story 💜

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